#in my mind he does do another necklace w/ the diamonds

[likeafairytale]

"It really did make me think of your eyes. Even then. Maybe I took it for bad reasons, but you should still have it." - Aeron to Calypso about the diamond necklace

The mermaid was initially alone at the lake she loved so much. It was one of her only solace here, and even though she wasn't in the mood to swim –which was quite rare– she loved staying near the water and listening to the relaxing sound of the waterfall. Her tranquillity was disrupted by footsteps, and without even looking back she knew who it was, which made her sigh. Calypso said nothing, she didn't want to look at him, at first. Her relationship with Aeron wasn't as bad as it used to be, they were quite on good term, actually, but she knew his favorite game was to annoy her, and she thought this was what he came to do, and she didn't want to give him this satisfaction.

So the girl was quite surprised when she heard his words, and that piqued her curiosity. At first, she didn't understand, it's only when she looked back that she saw the necklace in his hands. She felt her heart dropping at the sight of the jewellery; she remembered it too well. A pretty necklace, really, with so many diamonds that it was actually shinning bright under the sun. That's probably what attracted Calypso to it in the first place, like a moth to a flame. That's also one of the reason she fell in love with him in the beginning; yes, the princess was used to have expensive stuff, she wasn't a stranger to gemstones, but it was the first time a boy offered her something. Usually it was her father, or other family members, but never a boy who showed interest in her.

That's probably why she was so easily fooled. Her stormy eyes still in the necklace, she looked at him and could see the smug smile on his face, and just that was enough to annoy her, because she was sure she was falling for a scheme, once again. Frowning, she looked at the waterfall while shrugging.

❛C'mon, little mermaid. I know you're lying.❜ He said with amusement.

❛I don't want it, thanks.❜

Calypso sighed and rolled her eyes. She did not know how he knew that, but he was right; she was lying. She found diamonds utterly pretty –which woman wouldn't?– but the origin of the necklace made it less appealing to her. She said nothing for a while, and tried her best to not look at him or the necklace, but she failed at some point, and a victorious smile appeared on his face.

❛See. You want it so bad. Or maybe it's me that you want? Unclear.❜ He joked, and she tried her best to not smile with amusement at his cockiness for, deep down, she thought it was a bit funny.

❛I'd like my bracelet better.❜

❛Nice try, Sunshine, but no.❜

❛Fine, give me that.❜

She whispered, stood up, and came closer. He seemed quite content with her decision, but he was about to change his mind. She took the necklace from him, before taking a rock nearby, and, without a warning, the mermaid smashed the necklace which surprise the fae. Calypso did that multiple times, until the necklace broke, and she was surprised how good it felt. Once done, she sighed with satisfaction, a smile on her face –now this was enough to make her day, this and Aeron's look on his face– before gathering all the diamonds that she gave to a startled Aeron.

❛Why the fuck did you do that?!❜

❛I don't want the necklace, not after it was used to manipulate me.❜ She started, and before he could argue, she added: ❛But I do like the diamonds. So if you really want me to have them, fine, but I want a new necklace with them.❜

This time, she was the one with the smug smile, and he didn't seem to appreciate it. How the tables have turned now. Calypso could tell he was upset, but somehow, she knew a part of him was still amused by that. Aeron said nothing more, and so did Calypso. He left while she get back to the contemplation of the waterfall. She wasn't sure if she was going to have a new necklace or not, but in any case, she was pleased she destroyed a perfectly fine necklace by pure pettiness, and for the rest of the day she'll have a smile on her face.

❛You're insane! I was being nice for once here!❜

❛No, you were being fake like always.❜

[xxacademy]

tender

husband!leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: succumbing to injuries inflicted by a B.O.W you fight the mental and physical battle to recovery. meanwhile, your husband does everything in his power to support you.

any leon timeline works, except re2. i did have older leon in mind though <3

a/n: inspired by lil a snippet from an anon request, find it here. anyhow, i love how this turned out, i was 🥺 writing it. pls lemme know what you think <33

content//warnings: depictions of blood & injury, hospital setting, non-graphic description of an IV, pain medication, y/n is used ONCE, pet names (dear, sweetheart, honey), hurt/comfort.

harsh white light wakes you revealing an image of horror. your trembling hands painted with your own dried blood, hooked up to an IV and a pulse oximeter. dazed, you know you’re in pain, but it’s not registering. it’s like you’re floating, possibly in a dream. a bad dream. but the reality of your condition is enough to confirm this is in fact not.

there’s a small group of medical staff standing at the end of your bed, talking quietly amongst each other. “the bloodwork came back, she’s not infected. all though the acid is wreaking havoc on her immune system, sending it into overdrive. the patient needs to be monitored for at least another two days.”

one of the nurses walks over to check on you, first, he looks at the monitors at your bedside, then goes to place a hand on your forehead. he notices you’re waking up, your heavy-lidded eyes focused on your hands.

he calls the doctor over, who pulls a chair up next to you. “hey, how are you feeling?” her voice is soft and calm.

“w-why am i here?” you mutter shakily, unable to make out much more.

“you sustained serious injuries on an extraction mission against a bio-organic weapon. you came in contact with its lethal acid, which is primarily why you’re here. your ankle is broken and you have puncture wounds in your arms.”

you’re still fixed on your bloodied hands, images of what you endured flood back. it was so intense- the last thing you remembered is a sharp talon-like claw piercing your upper arm. it all went fuzzy after that.

“you had surgery early this morning, and we have you on a morphine drip to help with the pain. please let us know if you begin to feel ill.”

you respond with an unsteady nod.

“you’re gonna be alright.” she smiles sympathetically.

another nurse comes into the room walking directly to the doctor. their speaking is hushed. “doctor, there’s a man here to see the patient. he says he’s her husband.”

“we can’t risk exposure from an outsider, we can’t have visitors yet.”

“he seems antsy.”

“well, assure him that she’s okay”-

the room is dead silent, so you can rather clearly make out what they’re saying.

“bring him in.” your voice quivering.

their heads turn, giving you a look of disappointment. similar to the one your mother gave you as a child. a sullen expression of remorse when she couldn’t afford to buy you new toys.

they do not want to hold your loved ones away from you. but it’s what has to be done. after all, it could mean life or death.

you sigh. you’re in no place to put up a fight.

“i’ll talk to him.” the nurse whispers. leaving the room.

“i’m sorry mrs. kennedy, you’re just not in a well enough state for visitors yet.”

you respond with yet another dreary sigh. fidgeting with the ring finger of your left hand.

your wedding ring is missing. you know you were wearing it prior. you’re always wearing it. sometimes you would loop it around a necklace chain, but you didn’t before this mission. surely it was on your finger.

“-doctor” you whisper.

“yes mrs. kennedy.”

“do you have my wedding ring?”

your tattered and blood-stained belongings were placed in a biohazard bag. a nurse picks up the bag feeling through the plastic for a ring.

“it’s not in here.” the nurse admits, a touch of anxiety in her voice.

“that’s okay.” you exhale.

it’s not okay. your beautiful diamond ring was more than just a pretty thing. it was one of the only sentimental pieces you coveted so highly. hand-picked by leon, it was a symbol of his undying affection. despite all the odds pinned against your love.

wanting to cry, but your bloodshot eyes are dry. the medication numbs you enough to let the pain run by, but you still feel broken, physically and mentally.

the hours pass as you bob in and out of sleep. your wavering limb’s finally settling. nurses and doctors are always present, constantly checking your vitals.

the next day two nurses come to bathe you at your bedside. gently wiping the sticky dried blood from your skin. the other trying to get it out of your hair.

“thank you, i mean it, thank you,” you whisper, fighting to keep your eyes open.

it was a relief. the sweet, metallic smell was driving you crazy. it felt itchy and uncomfortable against your skin.

…

leon hasn’t left the hospital. confined to a chair in the waiting room for the last day and a half. constantly flagging down staff for updates on your condition.

“she’s doing really well, the blood transfusion took perfectly.” the nurse smiles reassuringly.

“does that mean i can see her?”

“not yet, but soon.”

leon sighs. “well anyways, thanks for the good news.”

he sullenly returns to his chair. the stress and lack of sleep painting his under eyes dark. in his grasp is a picture you two took together, one he always carries in his wallet. it was taken a few years ago and you’re kissing his cheek. it’s the only solace he can find in the depressing waiting room.

leon had fallen asleep for the first time in over twenty-four hours. slumped over in his chair, chin resting in his palm. he jerked awake when his chin slipped. it was dark outside and the lobby eerily quiet.

3:47am

leon walks to the front desk heavy-footed and groggy. “my wife, y/n kennedy, is she okay?” his voice is grave.

“yes sir, she’s sleeping- and everything is looking good. but, you should get some sleep too sir, it’s gonna be a while until she wakes up.”

“-thanks.”

the pain of not being able to see you cuts like a knife. leon can't stand the image of you suffering and alone. but he’s borderline delirious from the sleep deprivation. he returns to his chair, lays his legs out across another, and falls asleep.

leon is jolted awake by a nurse tapping his shoulder. it’s morning- warm sun seeping through the windows and the smell of fresh coffee wafts through the lobby.

“do you need me to move?” he asks, still half asleep. voice deep and raspy.

“oh no mr. kennedy, your wife is on the right track to her recovery. you can go see her now.”

…

you feel much more alert, the daze the blanketing your apprehensive thoughts finally lifting. they switched you onto a far less invasive medication, which was probably helping.

it’s been a week since you’ve seen leon, and about two of those he’s been here, but just barely out of reach.

whenever the nurses praised you for the progress you made- you jump straight to asking if you're well enough for visitors. In your defense, it’s been unbelievably hard going through this journey alone.

the door creeks open, a very common occurrence of your stay. but instead peaking through the door is your blonde-haired husband.

you immediately start to cry- tears welling up and streaming down your cheeks. leon tears up too, casting a glossy filter over his blue eyes. he delicately wraps his arms around you, careful not to inflict any more pain. and you bury your face into his chest, immediately staining his shirt with your cry.

“i missed you, leon, i can't believe you’re here, i’ve missed you so much.” you sob.

“it’s really you, you don’t understand how much i’ve missed you, dear.”

you take your time, relishing in the comfort of your husband's arms. he gently rubs your back, consoling you with his touch.

“how're you feeling?”

“ugh okay, i guess. my whole body hurts and i can barely move. but the doctors say i’m improving- so yippee” your deadpan tone emphasizes how exhausted you are.

“that’s what i heard. and look, i know it’s been hard, but i’m so proud of how strong you’ve been, sweetheart.”

“i love you.”

“i love you, too” leon squeezes his embrace around you a little tighter, gently kissing the top of your head.

you smile, the first one in a while. but it quickly fades. “leon, can i tell you something.”

“of course you can.”

you fidget with your hands pressing your face deeper in his chest. “i lost my wedding ring- i think it was during the mission. i’m so sorry.”

“is that really what’s on your mind right now?” leon chuckles.

you look up at him with, tears streaming down your face. “you do understand how much that ring meant to me.”

“of course, i know, dear. but how can i care about the stupid ring if the wife i thought died is actually alive and in my arms?”

leon wipes the tears from your cheeks, his hand cupping your jaw. “i promise i’ll make it up to you, okay?”

“okay.” you say sniffling your runny nose.

with a big yawn, leon stands up raising both arms up into a stretch, his shirt lifts up slightly showing off his abdomen. “i’m going to find your doctor, see when you’re coming home.”

you smile. it’s nice not being alone. you feel bad knowing leon anxiously waited at the hospital for days. but there’s an unfamiliar warmth in knowing how much he cares. leon had always cared about you- before you were even dating. that’s one of the many reasons why you married him. aside from the ongoing list of shared interests- he’s so protective, it’s one of his beautiful ways of loving you.

leon comes back to the room, “looks like they need to run more blood tests, make sure that acid is out of your bloodstream before you come home.”

you’re totally spaced out, it feels like you haven’t even had a chance to take in what’s happened to you. it’s all become a blur, taking in the moments a second at a time. you were so worried about the details it almost failed to compute that you were nearly infected by the very thing you swore your life to rid of.

like a time release valve finally triggering; anxiety washes you cold- it could have been the end. leon would have been widowed, and all your friends would have been at your funeral. your mind is playing devil's advocate. what if i don’t get better? are the doctors just hoping i stay positive?

“are you okay?” leon’s bloodshot eyes are nearly aching with concern.

“i’m scared.” your chest is sinking deeper with each anxious breath.

“why? why would you be scared?”

it may not make sense to you now- but having leon there was a sort of reality check. alone, you just survived. with him, everything has weight.

“i dunno… i just want things to be okay. i want you to be okay, i want to get better.”

leon rushes to your bedside, holding your hands in his. “but it will get better- you’re doing better, so much better! i’ll be there every step of the way. i promise you.”

you take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself. trying to hang on to his words.

you sob, absolutely overcome by emotion. “i love you, leon. thank you for being here, thank you for everything you’ve done.”

a nurse knocks at the door but you don’t let go of leon’s hand.

“mrs. kennedy- so sorry to intrude. but the doctor wants to do a scan of your ankle. is that okay?”

you wipe the tears from your face, trying to compose yourself.

“yes, of course, that’s alright, thank you.”

leon whispers “you got this, dear,” before standing up and sitting in a chair by the window.

…

leon has done everything possible to make the next few days easier for you. like ordering takeout and watching your favorite movies with you. serving as a distraction while you recover.

it certainly worked. he’s good at keeping you calm, and the energy light-hearted. you didn’t even think it was possible, given the grim reality of your circumstances. but somehow he can have your eyes filled with tears, giggling with laughter.

four days you’ve been in the hospital, and today is your last one. you’re able to stand up and the effects from the B.O.W are finally gone. granted you still have a long journey to recovery, at least you can go home.

…

after the agonizing hours of travel, you make it home. leon helps you into the house, guiding you to your bed. “i want to take a bath, i feel disgusting.”

“i’ll draw one for you, you want it now?”

“hmhm” you nod.

“sure thing, sweetheart.” leon tenderly kisses your forehead.

he runs a hot bath, adding a little lavender soap, just the way you like it. he walks you to the tub and helps you undress. he holds your hand as you shakily step in, slowly adjusting to the hot water.

“god my first real bath in a week, can you believe it.” you sigh, sinking your body in the bubbly water.

leon chuckles, “i know, you poor thing, those nurses really tried their best to help. but it’s never the same, is it?”

“…especially considering i was covered in congealed zombie guts”

leon laughs, “but look at you now, covered in…” he pauses to read the name on the soap bottle “…lavender dreams”

you both giggle, in love and delighted by each other's company.

“okay, i’ll leave you to it, holler if you need anything.”

…

“leon! will you fetch my bathrobe!” you yell from the bathroom. you hear his feet patter across the hardwood, “coming."

you stare at your reflection in the mirror as you brush your wet hair, inspecting the scars, bruises, and stitches that litter your body. it feels like you came home to a different person, a body you’re now unfamiliar with.

leon peaks through the door. head cocked to the side. “everything alright, baby?”

“i don’t know- it’s hard to wrap my head around it. i-i feel off.”

“c’mere i got something to show ya.” leon swoops you off your feet carrying you in his arms.

“what are you doing?” you giggle wrapping your arms around his neck.

“you’ll see.”

he delicately sets you down on the couch in the living room and sits next to you. he fumbles around in his pocket pulling out a little black velvet box.

“leon-honey, oh my god, what is that.” your eyes are round and doe-like, your bottom lip beginning to quiver.

he opens the box, presenting it to you as if his hands were a clamshell, revealing a glimmering ring set in pearlescent white satin.

“for you- i know it was hard losing the ring, but that one was beaten up anyways. you deserve something a little nicer.”

tears swell, gathering in the inner corners of your eyes. chocked up and rendered speechless, you mouth the words, i love you.

he reached for your trembling left hand, sliding the diamond wedding ring onto your finger.

“i love you, most.” he beams, the words fluttering with tenderness.

“i-i love the ring, it’s beautiful-truly. but how’d you do it?”

“do what?”

“get a new ring, you were with me the entire time…?”

“i have my ways,” he smirks, planning on keeping that little secret to himself.

leon holds your hand, admiring the way your hand looks adorned by his diamond ring.

“remember when we got engaged?” he muses.

“of course i do! you took me to milan, i should have known you were going to propose.”

“you have the same look in your eyes as you did then.” leon swipes his thumb along your cheek, smiling to himself, gazing into your eyes.

“and you’re as smooth as ever” you look at him through your lashes, pupils wide. “but really leon, thank you, means more than the world”

“you are my world.” his soft lips meet yours, kissing you gently.

somewhere in the crystal pools of leon’s eyes, you find the hope you were looking for. his unbreakable faith in you, alongside his never-ending acts of love, is reassuring.

hell, it’s not going to be easy, but at least you're not alone.

⭐️tags

@yourgentlegirlfriend

[rattyshipss]

Felix Fickelgruber x gn! Reader

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Cw: None, just Christmas fluff

Felix shuffled uncomfortably through the library filled with old, Dusty books, at least that's how he'd describe it, he had no clue how you could like such conditions. He spotted Noodle at the front desk, helping a poo- person.

"Noodle?..." He said hesitantly as if he wasn't sure how to address her. "Rich chocolate maker man, how do you do?" Noodle looked up from a book on the counter. "Hi, I need your... expert advice." Noodle eyed him even more confused. "Advice on what?" Felix shifted his gaze back and forth from Noodle. "Love advice." Noodle almost spit out her cup of water onto the book. "one, why do you need love advice? And two why are you asking me?" Felix sighed, fidgiting with his suit tie. "W-well because, you know them." "Oh?" "Oh."

Noodle giggled, her eyes shifting towards you, the extravagant man couldn't hide anything and that included his massive crush on you. "So? Gold or diamond?" "What?" Felix rolled his eyes pulling out two necklaces. "Does (Y/n) like gold or diamond? I didn't know which to get so I just got both. Wait or would they prefer both?" Felix contemplated while Noodle looked at him with a mix of pity and amusement. "Really?" Noodle said causing Felix to tilt his head in confusion. "What?"

Noodle shook her head. "You don't have to but them stuff like that." Even more confusion. "What do you mean? It's gold and diamonds!" Noodle sighed stepping around the counter. "She doesn't want fancy expensive showy gifts." Noodle said waving her hands in the air in a mocking way with her words. "Just give them something from the heart, they'll love it."

"From the heart?"

"Mhmm!"

Felix stared at Noodle, eyes wide while his mind ran wild trying to come up with something.

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"(Y/n!)"

(Y/n) jumped a bit at Felix's shriek, looking over to see him prancing towards them. "Felix! Hey, how- how are you?" Felix made his way to them, standing in a way one could only describe as gentlemanly. After exchanging pleasantries Felix fidgeted nervously with the small box in his hands.

"Uhm I brought you something, this." He held the box out infront of them. It was wrapped in beautiful wrapping paper with a shiny golden bow wrapped around it, probably to make up for the lack of riches he thought the gift held. "Oh, thank you Felix." Felix, you're the only one who addressed him by his first name. He nodded, giving them an awkward smile. "An early Christmas gift. You can open it now!" (Y/n) gave him a sweet smile back before starting to unwrap the present when Felix spoke up again. "Oh! And this, this is from me and Noodle." He handed them another package dressed in beautiful string and doodles, Noodle doodles.

"Thank you, Felix." Unwrapping the first gift you uncovered an array of Chocolates, Fickelgruber chocolates in particular. "I uhm- I wanted to give you some of my specialty, chocolate!" Felix, normally so outspoken, was stuttering. Giving him another thankful smile (Y/n) moved to open the second gift, a copy of your favorite book series. Felix watched the appreciation and happiness fill their eyes as they saw the gifts, wondering how something so simple could make their eyes light up like that.

"Thank you Felix, really I love them." Felix gave their smile back and noticed them bouncing on the balls of their feet a bit. "Sooo do you think you'd wanna eat these with me while I show you all my favorite parts of the books? They're really great I'm sure you'd like them." As Felix agreed he saw that same light in their eyes.

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[tarrenterror25]

Ulysses Klaue x F!Reader Title: I Always Find My Way Back To You Chapter: 2 of 9 Rating: Explicit 18+ Word Count: 5.9K

Summary: You can always count on Ulysses to return to you, but lately you find yourself wanting more. The new dangers in the world don't make the life of an arms dealer any easier and any day could be his last. Running away and living off the grid with the man you love is the dream. Does he share your feelings and can he be convinced to live a life with you?

Tags: MxF, heavily implied sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, sending nudes, brief Klaue POV, masturbation, semi public sex, unprotected PiV, mention of daddy kink, oral f receiving, mention of alcohol, age-gap

Playlist here (May contain explicit material)

Notes: Age of the reader is your preference as it is not specifically stated, but is written with with 25+ in mind. It is being used to portray a barrier/insecurity for reader.

If there’s any mistakes in this one, I apologize, I have looked through it countless times to edit it to get it just right. When it came down to “Edit to catch spelling, grammar, and continuation errors” I was already so burnt out from rereading it for the hundredth time 🙃 Hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Chapter Two: While You're Away

When you enter the living room, there's a large gift white box on the coffee table.

You set down your cup of coffee on the table and pop off the lid to the box. Tufts of tissue paper poke out to conceal the contents inside. Beneath the tissue paper there’s a beautiful and simple champagne colored dress that you pull out. There’s some draping to it, but it looks like it would accentuate you perfectly. It’s got a little bit of a plunging neckline and a slit going up the thigh.

Setting the dress aside, you eye a large velvet box at the bottom of the box. You pick it up and open it.

Diamond earrings and a diamond necklace dazzle before your eyes. The necklace is intricate and not overly large. Removing it from the backing you feel there is some heft to it.

These are expensive, you know this, and they are objectively beautiful, but you just feel nothing towards them. You don’t want these and you’re almost...mad at receiving them.

You set the items down and search for a note, a card, something, anything, but there’s nothing.

There’s nothing, just the box with the dress and jewelry. Klaue didn’t even leave you a text.

This isn’t the first time he’s left you so suddenly and you’ve grown accustom to it, but this time is different. This time it hurts.

With a heavy sigh you carelessly set the necklace back into the velvet box and toss it back inside the larger one. You plop on the couch and wish you had woken earlier to at least catch Klaue before he disappeared.

Well, he did say we’d go out tonight, but who knows when that’ll be.

An idea occurs to you.

You get up from the couch and stuff the take the velvet box with a mischievous grin and head to your room.

You look yourself over in the mirror.

You are wearing the necklace and earrings that Klaue has left behind for you.

Only the necklace and earrings.

The diamonds stand out even more against your bare skin than they would with clothes on.

You take a deep breath and wiggle your hands at your sides to shake off the nerves.

You've never sent a picture without any clothes on.

You've always had something to hide behind be it lingerie or a robe. You liked to tease the idea of being nude and having the clothes made you feel secure. The thought of being completely without clothes was one that left you feeling vulnerable.

But there was something about it that was also empowering. You'd send a few pictures to Klaue and though you wouldn't be there to see his reaction, you were sure there was to be the desired response.

It was your turn to drive him crazy.

Another deep breath.

“Just do it. Don’t overthink it, just do it,” you say to yourself.

You pick a spot with some good natural lighting and snap a few photos. It takes awhile to get ones that you are satisfied with and to narrow it down to two photos, but finally you have the ones you want to send.

You slip on a robe and lay yourself on your bed. The pictures are loaded into the chamber, the message box, and all you have to do is hit send.

Ulysses Klaue sits in some kind of swanky conference room at some fancy building whose name he doesn't care to remember. He sits drumming his fingers on the glass table, patience running thin.

The buyer, who he came to meet, had asked to be excused with his entourage leaving Klaue at the table and a couple of his guys standing by the door. He hated when these types could never come to a decision or haggled too much over price and this buyer was being particularly difficult.

He checks his watch.

Ten minutes had passed and that was about all Klaue could take. He stands and is about to call his men to head out, but his phone chimes, the much nicer one.

He digs it out of his pocket and there's a message. He opens it.

Klaue's jaw slowly drops open and his hand strokes his beard thoughtfully.

He glances up to make sure his men at the door are occupied and that they can't see him looking at his phone lustfully.

Thank you for the gifts, your text reads.

And there you are, wearing the jewelry he left behind for you and nothing else. All of your body on display for him to rake his gaze over. In one picture your hands cup your breasts and in another your fingers dance dangerously close to the patch of hair near your sex.

The photos are so explicit and erotic, he can't take his eyes off of you. He doesn't hear one of his men trying to get his attention until they are standing almost right next to him.

"How much longer are we waiting?" the man asks.

Klaue quickly flicks his phone up so the screen is pressed to his chest. He scowls at being interrupted and tucks the phone back into his pocket. "Who put you in charge, huh?” he snarls. “We go when I say we go.”

Why did he say that? Of course, he wanted to leave, especially now when all he could think about was how uncomfortable his pants were starting to feel. God, now all he could think about as he sat back down was how badly he wanted to get back to you.

The men resume their posts and Klaue retrieves his phone and pulls up your pictures again.

He’s never received photos like these from you and it’s got him feeling some kind of way. It’s hard for him to pinpoint the exact feeling with his growing erection clouding his mind with desire.

Klaue gives an order for his men to stay behind and excuses himself from the room. He heads down some hallways and corridors until he finds an empty office. He locks the door behind him and dials your number on his phone.

No answer.

Fuck.

Klaue sits down and can't help, but palm himself through his pants, his erection becoming too difficult to ignore. This is not where he's trying to rub one out, but that is what it's looking like is about to happen.

Cock aching, Klaue makes sure there's no way anyone can see him or walk in on him. He frees his member from its confines and begins stroking himself. He takes out his phone, your images pulled up, and pumps his hand on his length. Just imagine what it would be like to fuck you wearing those diamonds; watching them bounce off your chest as he ruts into you, watching how they glimmer like the sweat on your skin.

Klaue stifles a moan as his hand picks up the pace. He wants to draw this out, but can't. He has to be quick to get back before anyone suspects he's up to something.

But you look so fucking good in those photos and he can’t get his mind off the fact that they’re for him.

His grip on his length tightens and he tosses his head back thinking about how much he wishes it was your cunt riding his cock right now. Or your mouth, God your mouth on him right now would feel so fucking good; seeing your glossy eyes as he fucks your face and you swallowing every last drop of his spend. He’s not sure what would be more glistening, the diamonds or the tears that form at the corner of your eyes from when you deepthroat him.

“Oh God,” he lets out with a shaky breath. He’s so close.

Klaue quickly grabs something, anything, to release into. The poor casualty ends up being some poor sod's paperwork.

After cleaning up and adjusting himself, Klaue exits the office and returns back to his business.

Back at your apartment, you shut the door behind you. You’ve been out shopping and had a lunch date with some friends to get your mind off of Klaue.

You set your bag off to the side and kick off your shoes leaving you in just your jeans and t-shirt. You suppose you could cook something since you aren't sure if Klaue has eaten anything yet.

He’ll probably be hungry when he gets back.

Readjusting you hair to be better suited for cooking, you make your way to the kitchen. You begin prepping some ingredients, taking into account Klaue’s liking for spicier and bolder flavors.

The internet is helpful to you when trying to figure out what to make with the ingredients you have. You're in the middle of scrolling through recipes on your phone when you hear the doorbell ring.

A look through the peephole shows you Klaue, one arm bracing himself against the doorway and the other on his hip. He looks impatient.

You open the door with a smile, but his expression is dark. You step aside to let him in and close the door. He faces you and without saying a word, pulls you to him and kisses you deeply. The air left in your lungs escapes as he takes in your moans. Gasping, you come up for air. Klaue’s lips are already on your neck and his hands on your hips crushing them against his making you whimper when you feel his hardened clothed cock press into you.

"Uri, h-hold on. I'm cooking," you start to say.

He lets out a sound in your ear that can only be described as a soft growl. "So glad you liked the gifts," he whispers.

So he saw your pictures and judging from how he is right now, he's been thinking about them. The thought of turning him on while he's busy makes a warmth pool inside you.

"Yes," you say.

You open your mouth to speak, but all you can do is yelp as Klaue lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder.

"W-wait, Uri! T-The food!" you say helplessly reaching an arm out towards the ingredients left on the counter.

"It can wait," he says matter of factly heading towards the bedroom.

"I can't just leave it!" you argue.

"Sure you can!"

Once in the bedroom, he playfully tosses you onto the bed and crawls on top of you, his arms on either side of your head making you feel so small beneath him.

"You had me quite worked up while I was away," he gently scolds.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you reply trying to stifle a giggle.

“Don’t be coy, you little minx,” he says, his breath hot in your ear making you squirm.

You open your mouth to say something, but his lips are on your neck again, kissing you, his teeth grazing your skin and eventually marking you. A hand comes up under your shirt and begins to roughly massage your breast and his hips start to grind against you.

"Ah!" you moan as his hand dips past the waistband of your jeans.

Desperation is not something Klaue usually shows, but he’s touching you like your body is what sustains him and not the air that he breathes.

His fingers begin to trace tight circles on your clit. "I need you," he says hungrily.

Oh god.

Hearing his plea to have you has you soaked now.

"Me too," you reply breathlessly as he thrusts against your leg.

“Need to be inside you, baby,” he says, his voice straining like not being buried inside you has him suffocating.

It's not long before the two of your have your clothes off. Klaue sits propped up by some pillows against the headboard with you on top riding him. You’re bouncing on top of him, hands grasping his shoulders for leverage, and he’s got his hands on your waist with one of your breasts in his mouth, his tongue teasing your nipple.

Beneath you he looks so beautiful and handsome. He’s holding onto you with a firm grip, your flesh puckering between his fingers.

It’s a sublime feeling knowing that you bring him to his knees. You mentally pat yourself on the back for the idea of sending the pictures.

Klaue releases your mound from between his lips and looks up at you.

“I love you,” he says softly.

You stop your movements and do a double take. Klaue thrusts up into you to keep the friction between you two going.

“What did you say?” you ask.

“I said,” he kisses you, “I love you.”

You cup his face, resuming your thrusts. You feel tears form at the corner of your eyes as you kiss all over his face.

“I love you, too, Ulysses.”

You open your eyes.

You lay on your bed wearing your robe. Your phone in one hand with the photos you took, still pending in the message box. Your other hand squeezed between your thighs, trying to apply pressure and friction to your clit.

You fell asleep, indecisive about sending them.

In a huff, you sit up and take off the jewelry that you’re still wearing. You set them aside and back out of the message.

Stupid.

You curl up into a ball, tensing all your muscles then relaxing. You’ve sent pictures before, why was it so hard now?

You tense all your muscles and relax again.

Why was loving Ulysses making things so difficult for you?

The phone rings and you answer it.

“What?” you say less than enthused.

“Woah, sweetheart, just checking in,” Klaue says. “You get the box?”

“Oh! I did,” you reply trying to sound more cheery. “They’re nice...really, um..yeah, they’re great.”

There’s a silence on the other end.

“Not your usual response to that sort of thing,” Klaue states. “You alright?”

“I’m fine,” you assure him. “I just...”

Don’t care about them. I just want you.

“Will you be back soon?” you ask.

“Missing me already?” he chuckles.

“Well, I just thought-”

“I’ll be out pretty late. Change of plans for tonight, I’m busier than I thought I’d be so I’ll have a car pick you up for dinner, alright?”

“Sounds good,” you reply and he hangs up.

You take advantage of the peace and quiet to do some things to take Klaue off of your mind. You sit on your balcony and soak up the afternoon sun while reading a book. You doodle and jot some notes down in a journal, you bake, and you do yoga, but even in the middle of a downward dog pose, you can’t shake him from your head.

God, you’re so lovesick.

You fall back on your yoga mat and stare at the ceiling.

Love.

You’re drowning in it and all you wonder is if he’s even in the water. Is he knee deep where the tides could carry him out to sea at any moment? Is he wading in the shallows or is he on land just out of reach of the tide?

When evening approaches, you drag your feet getting dressed to go out. You should be excited, but your shame from not having the guts to just send the stupid photos, to not tell Ulysses how you feel eats at you. It seriously can’t be this hard, can it?

You put on the dress Klaue gifted you and the new jewelry. You look stunning in them and it warms your heart that it’s something he’s picked out for you.

Looking yourself over in the mirror, you are grateful that you’ll get to spend time with Klaue. Visions of how the night might go play in your head: would it be cozy and romantic? Maybe he’s taking you to that restaurant with the aquarium floor or the one on the roof. Is it good weather for that?

There’s a knock at the door and it’s the driver. You complete the finishing touches to your look, grab your clutch, and head out.

The driver helps guide you to the car and into the backseat of a large luxury SUV. As he drives, you look outside the window and admire how the city lights illuminate the night.

Everything is a brilliant gold blur as it passes by. You fidget with the clasp of your clutch. The driver says the name of the restaurant he was instructed to drive you to and you’re anxious since it’s one you’ve never been to. You’re back in good spirits at the thought of being surprised.

The car stops outside a building bustling with activity. The driver helps you out of the car and to the door. That is where he leaves you.

“I let him know you’re here,” he says before walking back to the car.

You give your name to the host at the door and he guides you inside to a sort of lobby. The place is nice so far.

And then you venture further inside and it’s really nice.

The decor is very elegant. Past the lobby there’s a bar and a vast open dining room with baroque inspired architecture; high ceilings, intricate carved columns, and glass fixtures. Most of the guests are equally as elegantly dressed in long gowns with deep emerald and navy tones or well pressed shirts with tailored dinner jackets.

Your dress stands out a bit in color and your strappy heels with the slit in the dress showing your skin definitely draw a few eyes. Your hair isn’t as tightly wound up as some of the other women here and you start to feel severely underdressed. Holding your clutch like a shield in front of you with both hands, you set off into the dining room to find Klaue.

The dining room is huge and packed. Large tables seat large parties and there’s a small orchestra on a stage playing music. You feel terribly small in this space with these people who look at you like you clearly don’t belong here.

A few older women look down their noses at you and some men do a double take. You cross your arms and try to search for Klaue.

The host could have at least guided you to your table. but he said something about the rest of your party being here already.

Klaue finds you first. He walks up to you and kisses your cheek. He’s dressed very well tonight with a neatly pressed black shirt and grey waistcoat. He’s even wearing the sleeves down.

“Just in time,” he says with a smile. “This way.”

He puts his arm around you as he leads the way to the table and you feel yourself relax, no longer bothered by whatever stares you might be getting. Once he stops at the table, your heart sinks deeper than before.

There’s a large round table with about six other people seated.

“What is this, Uri?” you ask softly.

“Just some business folks,” Klaue whispers in your ear. He pulls out a chair for you. “Insisted I join them to go over some deals.”

Of course.

You force a smile and sit.

The other table guests are well mannered and greet you happily. You do your best to be polite, but the prospect of having Klaue to yourself was now ruined by some very lovely strangers.

“Ulysses tells us you’re a doll,” the woman seated next to you, Estelle, says as she sips on her wine. “How long have you two been together?”

“Oh, I’ve known him for a few years now I think.”

She downs the remainder of her wine before she clarifies, “No, I mean how long have you two been going out? You are together right?”

“Well,” you say trying to find an appropriate answer. “We don’t really like to put labels on it.”

Good save.

“Aw!” Estelle says clearly tipsy. “That is so great! I love that for your guys!”

Dinner is brought out, conversation continues, and the drinks pour. You notice that Ulysses is taking advantage of access to the bar. He’s enjoying himself and you can’t quite say the same for you.

You poke at the food on your plate boredly as the table gossips about things you don’t care to take note of.

Klaue’s hand gently rests on your bare thigh. “You alright?” he asks.

Setting your fork down, you just nod. He’s not satisfied with that answer.

“Something’s wrong,” he says. “Can tell when you make that face.”

“I don’t make a face?” you say with a slight scowl.

“That one, right there,” he says pointing a finger at you.

“This is just my face,” you defend trying to keep your composure.

He laughs and you can’t help, but crack a smile. He kisses your cheek and you sigh.

“Tell me then,” he says more serious now. “Is it the gifts? You were pretty conked out this morning so didn’t have lot of time to ask about them and you’ve said before you hate just the cash.”

Ouch. A reminder of what your relationship was with him. It stings a little, but you brush it off. You shift a little in your seat, removing his hand from your thigh. “I’m still a person, Uri,” you say. “If I wanted just your money, I’d have you leave me with a credit card.”

“No,” he says ready to go into a whole lecture. “I’ve already said why that’s a bad idea and-”

“It’s not the gifts,” you snap in a hushed tone. “Or the money. I just...I thought this would be just the two of us.”

“Oh.” He scratches his beard thoughtfully.

“I mean it when I say I’ve missed you,” you say a little more seriously. “No calls or messages or anything until a day ago. I was just...looking forward to spending time with you. Just the two of us.”

“That so?” he says scanning your expression.

You just nod and drink the wine from your glass to avoid looking at him. Holy shit, it’s good. You see why Estelle is drinking so much.

Klaue moves in close to you, his lips inches from your ear. “Can I make it up to you?” he whispers placing his hand on your knee, pulling it towards him.

Unable to resist his touch, you part your legs and his hand slides up your thigh where the slit of your dress falls open. Your heart drums rapidly in your chest. You remember where you are and close your legs while removing Klaue’s hand.

“Not here,” you say gently.

He pulls away. He takes your hand and kisses the back of your palm and resumes chatting with the other guests at the table.

Estelle continues chatting you up as well and you indulge her. She fauns over how beautiful you are and insists on repeating what a lovely couple you and Ulysses make. Despite her being inebriated, she’s your favorite at the table since, aside from Klaue, she’s the only one talking to you like an equal. If you had to guess, she’s about ten years your senior, but she dotes on you and listens to your input during the conversation.

From around the rest of the table, the bits and pieces of conversation you hear make your stomach turn. Between the talk of who’s who and world events there’s talk of weapons, war, and the Avengers come up a couple of times.

Estelle keeps talking, but you can’t ignore that you just heard a US government official say that the has possession, let alone access, to a weapon that could decimate cities. And so casually.

It starts to remind you too much of the news. You manage to weasel your way out of the conversation and make for the bathroom.

The bathroom is spacious and just as ornate as the rest of the restaurant. There’s a counter with a mirror where you set your bag down.

You look yourself over in the mirror, wishing you were home with Ulysses. The two of you could be snuggling on the couch watching a movie or taking a nice warm bath. You could be making your dream a reality right now. Your cunt throbs at the thought of his hands on you again. God, this dinner could not be over soon enough.

From your clutch you retrieve some lipgloss and a compact to touch up your makeup to distract you from your lustful thoughts. You gasp and set down your makeup when you hear someone else enter the room.

You turn to see it’s Klaue.

He locks the door and right as you’re about to argue as to what he’s doing there, he takes hold of your face and kisses you deeply.

His hands are all over you, much like in your dream and you melt into his embrace. “Uri,” you say breathlessly when he trails kisses on your neck.

“Let me make it up to you, baby,” he says grabbing your hips and pulling you close. “Don’t like to see you upset.”

“I needed you so badly, today,” you sigh in his ear. An ache begins to settle between your legs as you remember the position your dream left you in.

“Then let me,” he groans. “I’m here now.”

A ‘yes’ barely escapes your lips when he kiss you again. He swallows your moans and you can feel a dampness building at your center.

The slit of your dress slides open when you bring a leg up to Klaue’s waist. His large hand grabs your thigh and the other cups your ass so he can lift you. Your lips never leaving his, you wrap your legs around him and he sets you on the counter, swiping your belongings aside.

He hikes up your dress and slides off your panties before settling between your legs. Klaue’s kissing you as he rolls up his sleeves. You undo his tie and the top buttons of his shirt to run your hands across his chest.

His hands plant themselves on your thighs and parts them. The sudden air hitting your naked sex makes you gasp. Reflexively, you try to close your legs, but he’s not budging.

“I said I would make it up to you,” he says kneeling down in front of you on one knee and dipping his head between your legs.

Klaue teases your entrance with your tongue and you brace yourself as best as you can with your hands switching between the wall, mirror, and the counter.

His tongue makes long swipes over your cunt and you bite you lip to stifle your whines. Klaue adjusts himself and then throws your legs over his shoulders, his hands hooked around your thighs to keep you in place.

You grab his hair when his tongue finds your clit. Your heels dig into his back as your thrust against his face. You stifle a cry as you hear Klaue moan against your sex and you lean your head back to rest against the mirror.

“Please don’t stop, Ulysses,” you choke out.

Keeping his tongue on your clit, he releases one of your thighs and inserts a finger inside of you making you whimper. He hums in satisfaction at how wet you are and adds a second finger.

You have to bite the back of your hand to keep from crying out in pleasure. Klaue stands and watches you in amusement as you struggle to silence yourself. “You like that?” he asks with a smirk.

You weakly nod.

His thumb teases your clit as his fingers curl inside you. Your bundle of nerves pulsing and firing synapses of pleasure throughout your body.

“Uri, I’m about to- Ah!”

He muffles your cries with his lips on yours as he inserts a third finger inside of you, stretching you open so deliciously.

“Make a mess on my fingers, baby,” he commands.

Oh, fuck.

Your cunt feels so full and when his digits curl you can feel them hit the backside of your clit. Your walls tighten around Klaue’s fingers and you brace yourself on his shoulders as the coil of desire in you snaps. You shudder as you come around his fingers.

“That’s it, baby,” Klaue says. He sucks in a breath as he retreats his digits from you, now coated with your arousal.

One by one, Klaue cleans them of your slick and grins in satisfaction. “Here I was thinking I’d miss out on dessert,” he chuckles.

You rolls your eyes and start to close your legs as Klaue takes a step back, but he gently nudges your knee to stay open. “Let me see you,” he says.

He admires your glistening lips with a passionate sigh. “So beautiful,” you hear him say.

A thought occurs to you and you steel yourself to not back down from it this time.

“Do...do you want to see what I do when you’re gone?” you say softly.

His eyes snap up to yours, curious and intrigued. “Yes,” he replies and he watches your hand trail down your body to touch yourself.

Your fingers find your folds, teasing them slowly, spreading them apart so he can see all of you. He lets out a soft curse and with one hand he undoes his belt and pants to free his erection. Watching his fingers work at the buckle and his forearm flex through the motion has you biting your lip, the wetness between your folds increasing. He’s stroking himself, a bead of precum glistening on the head of his length.

You dip a finger inside of you and cry out his name. In return, he moans as well, his eyes not leaving the sight of you fingering yourself. “Fuck, baby,” he chokes out. “That for me?”

“Yes,” you pant, adding another finger.

You gasp as you thrust your fingers inside of your cunt. There’s a knock at the door that makes you quickly retreat your hand and you face turns a light shade of red.

“Hello?” a muffled voice calls out before knocking again and trying the doorknob.

“Our new friends are probably wondering where we are,” Klaue says mischievously.

“We better hurry,” you respond.

Klaue closes the space between you and lines himself up with your cunt. His tip rests at your entrance for a moment before he buries his cock inside you.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he groans thrusting into you.

The sounds of him fucking you mixed with your moans fill the room. You throw your head back, your hands grasping onto Klaue’s shoulders as his cock fills you completely.

“Put your hands around me,” Klaue instructs.

You do as he says, lacing your fingers around his neck. “What are you-”

His muscled arms throw your legs up to rest on his shoulders, positioning you like a V, and his hands adjust your ass on the edge of the counter. You look down and are met with the sight of his cock disappearing inside you.

“Oh fuck, baby!” you cry out, not caring if someone might hear you.

Klaue’s thrusts slow down, but he’s fucking you harder and deeper knocking the breath out of you. Your mind is so clouded by the sensations of him filling you that you can barely form a coherent thought let alone any words. He pulls out almost completely making you whimper before he buries himself back into you, bottoming out and making you cry out.

“That’s it, baby,” he says.

“Uri, I’m so close.”

“Me too, sweetheart,” he grunts out. “Come with me baby.”

Releasing his grip on your ass, Klaue grabs your ankles and holds them apart.

Holy shit, this man is going to tear you apart with his cock.

You’re right on the edge of your release, your walls beginning to flutter around his length. Klaue thrusts into you one final time hitting a spot deep inside you and you both come undone. His cock twitches inside you and your walls clench, milking his release.

There’s a loud incessant knock on the door and the two of your are quick to compose yourselves. Klaue helps you off the counter, smiling as you steady yourself. You adjust your dress and pick up your panties while he tucks himself back into his pants and fixes his shirt and tie. “Still upset with me?” he asks.

“No, but I might change my mind if you don’t wipe that grin off your face,” you say playfully tugging his beard to bring his face closer for you to kiss. “You leave first and I’ll be out in a bit.”

With a mischievous grin, Klaue presses against you. “Sure you don’t want to go out with me? Let them see?”

His beard tickles your neck and his fingers ghost along your waist and you have to swat him away to get him off of you. You’re trying to be serious, but your face keeps breaking into a smile. His snickering isn’t helping you either and you end up laughing as well.

Klaue leaves first and you stay behind to freshen up. You use the bathroom and look yourself over in the mirror. Your lipstick is smeared and your hair has fallen out of place a bit. Thank goodness you manage to fix yourself up back to how you looked when you arrived.

When you finally exit the bathroom, thankfully there’s no one around. You return to the table and sit next to Klaue. Estelle is overjoyed to see you. She continues chatting you up and you thank the stars for her rate of consumption of the wine lest she make out that you have a clearly ‘just fucked’ face.

The rest of the night goes smoothly; the food is delicious and dessert is exquisite. You don’t shy away from a few seductive licks of the dessert on your spoon. Elbows on the table, Klaue hides his face behind his hands as he looks at you, but you can make out his clenched jaw.

You’ve locked eyes with Klaue and you’re in the middle of removing the spoon from your mouth at a painfully slow pace when he grins and nudges his head in the direction across the table. You had done well in teasing him without anyone noticing, but now one of the guests was in the middle of picking up his wine glass and eyeing you with a very judging raised brow as the spoon pops the rest of the way out of your mouth. Klaue covers his mouth to stifle his snicker and your face turns red as you smile politely to the man across the table trying to also stifle your laughter. The man stands and walks off. You and Klaue burst out laughing trying to keep it quiet. You nudge him and whisper, “You asshole!”

“Flew a little too close to the sun being a tease,” he shoots back.

“You could’ve said something!”

“And miss out on that?”

You playfully nudge him again. “I love you,” you say softly through a chuckle.

You said that. Oh God, you said that.

“What?”

You face Klaue and he looks confused. “What was that?” he asks again.

He didn’t hear you.

“I said,” you tongue darts out to wet your lips, “I love that about you.”

“What’s not to love?” he chuckles.

You leave the restaurant on the arm of Klaue. There’s a car waiting for you outside and the two of you hop in the back. Klaue instructs the driver to head back to your place. You lean your head against his shoulder and your hand finds his to hold. Your fingers snake their way in between his, your thumb brushing over one of the rings he has on. He kisses the top of your head and you smile.

This could be the two of you; holding hands like this, all the time like all other lovers do.

You examine your hand in his: it’s softer than his, the pads of his hand calloused from labor. There is tape around two of his fingers again, to splint one or both. It is such a contrast from your manicured hand, nails varnished with a pale pink. His hands encompass yours, the ring on his little finger surely doesn’t even fit your thumb. You find yourself mindlessly fidgeting with it and hear Klaue chuckle.

The driver is heading to your apartment, but your hand in his, that’s home.

[eddie-kaspbrat]

does anybody wanna do a titanic mileven au w me 👉🏻👈🏻

here’s the prompt i wrote out but im open to plotting and changing it!

Titanic AU - April 10, 1912; Jane Hopper was royalty. At least that’s what her fiancé, Troy Walsh, had told her when he’d presented her with what was probably the most beautiful necklace Jane had ever seen. A blue diamond once worn by Louis XVI, now known as The Heart of the Ocean, lay around her neck, with a much smaller, still very expensive diamond on the ring around her finger. The gifts were stunning and her life was luxurious, and Jane couldn’t hate it more. The jewels signified shackles in Jane’s mind, chaining her to this boring and bigoted upper class lifestyle, and to her cruel fiancé that she’s only engaged to as a familial financial gain. She gets no say in her interests, her future, her life. Mike Wheeler is a third class orphan who won his ticket onto the Titanic through a very lucky game of poker, hardly a dime to his name that wasn’t even on the passenger list. They’re two people who are systemically destined to never cross paths, but on the first night of the Titanic’s maiden voyage, fate brought them together at the stern of the ship. Jane had been trying to escape her suffocating life and never-pleased Papa, planning on throwing herself into the waves and vanishing completely, when Mike found her and pulled her to safety once more. He’d been invited to dinner as a halfassed form of thanks from her fiancé, and Jane had spent the better part of the afternoon walking with him on the deck, thanking him personally. They’d gotten to know each other a bit better, talking about Mike’s art and Jane’s dreams, both becoming quickly enamored with one another before Jane was whisked away to prepare for dinner. She dresses beautifully, as always, but tonight, she puts on just a little more than just her dinner best. Shinier jewelry, slightly bolder makeup, an eye-catching gown with a neckline that pushes the boundaries on modest. She allows her fiancé and her father to walk before her, discussing their business merger coming with the marriage, falling far enough behind to lose them as they turned the corner towards the grand staircase leading into the dining rooms. After a few moments, she turned the corner too, where she was greeted with the sight of Mike Wheeler, her knight in tattered armor, as attractive as ever. He was waiting at the bottom of the staircase mimicking the movements of the gentlemen around him, seemingly practicing how to act around first class people, and wasn’t that just the cutest thing in the world? Jane wondered where he’d found the expensive looking suit he wore, but she made no complaints, as he looked /very/ good wearing it. Then again, he looked good in his shabby rags and worn shoes. He’d look good in anything, Jane thinks. She catches his eye as she approaches, a small smile on her face. “Pull this out of your rucksack, did you?” She teases. “Had it lying around?” ((Please don’t worry about matching the length! My starters are always longer than my actual replies. 18+ please! Obviously doesn’t have to be movie accurate, though I’d love to include references! No triggers on my end, pls lmk any of yours I should avoid!))

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[pastelsceneselfships23]

floodland, spirit phone, and symbols for the f/o ask game? (for anyone you like, or even multiple)

*dances bc i chose eds*

floodland - what is your favorite thing about your f/o, whether it be something appearance-related, or personality-related? Good question bc ... for eddie its just... everything about him 🥺🥺 Like...ok to begin with it's his personality because.. jesus fuck- he is such a badass and a rebel.. skeptic kid omfg.. yet god i love his god-wholesome awful puppy eyes bc they break me internally so for god's sake i'd do anything to spoil him when he gives me those,,, stupid puppy eyes... I also love how badass he gets for being a rebel in nature-- even at the,,, end of the book (fl1ght of 1carus coughs coughs ok debate what you want but ill never not think of him also in the BOOK) but i wont say spoilers in case bc,,, yes. but i will say about what he does in the book that i fucking love :" ) I love that omg.. he is such a simp in nature and and and omfg i loVE that he talks so much about LOTR!!!! I don't know anything abt LOTR and oMFG... he even gives his bestie Ronnie (My GIRL ILY forever(tm) ) a 1 hour lECTURE of Elven politics of Tolkien??? Like hoNEY!? Ronnie in the book was like 'uh yeah excuse me im done" roNNIE GIVE HIM to mE BC I wouldn't MIND It when he will talk LOTR on me 🥺🥺🥺🥺 just let him to the talking to me ill listen-

anYWAYS appearance? I... ever since i was 10 years old, im always into men with long hair- Eddie's such a bonUS-- him w/ a badass battle jacket? SO freaking RAD!!!! I love that most of his room is bunch of metal band posters,, I wouldn't know if he knew most of the hits but im sure he is a big judas priest fan- and a accept, King diamond fan bc... after THOSE posters it really mADE ME LISTEN ALL OF those!! and im ... thankful for learning more of them on the way. It's been a year and.. one of my favorite band albums,,, from one of Eddie's band's is probably Accept's album; Russian Roulette. I would suggest it if anyone wants to hear it too omfg.

spirit phone - does your f/o believe in the supernatural? (if they are a supernatural creature, how do they react to people who don’t believe in them?) Oh eddie? Idk... I.. oh m y god Eddie sure has debated about whether he believes in aliens or not,, but i think he pretty much does... he really is the type to believe on them.. Sometimes.. he doesn't believe much like fairies, big foot, moth man etc. so.. hes a skeptic sometimes... but when it comes to space, he always go with deep questions like... 'what if life is actually out there other than earth??" "are we like... not alone in this universe?"

symbols - what’s a popular misconception about your f/o?

Honestly... I would say somethin controversial and unpopular thing but... i think i'd skip that one bc that... wOULD hit a yikes into my card in this hellsite so... I'll put other thoughts instead if you excuse me,,, omg.. a really big misconception is people think Eddie's necklace is either Red, or black-

uh look, I realized by research... it's actually tortoise shell made! because it's not even red or black! It's a color of darker brown with half transparency with it...

honestly seeing that,, it really made sense!! another one? The ring Eddie was wearing?

its not dark, its actually a vintage looking mood ring-

this really made me felt like I resemble him a lot bc... i actually own a mood ring that has a hermes theme to it.. it looks old as well : ) I got it from the planetarium in Salt lake city..

[televisionboy]

this gif is everything skdjdjfn and this is my first alphabet! so give me love and constructive criticism.

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Timothee Chalamet Fluff Alphabet

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Dates with Timothee are very very comforting and new at the same time. He LOVES getting out of the house and going to a city where shops are lining every corner and small cafes with coffee to die for. But he also loves to cook you dinner and rehash your days. He’s quite a domestic person.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Timothee finds all of you attractive. But his favorite thing to do is whenever you’re reading a book or the two of you are watching TV, and you’re at one end of the couch and he’s at the other end, he loves to run his hands up and down your legs while they rest in his lap. Drumming his fingers against your knees is like a calming thing

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He doesn’t talk, at all. He’s an incredibly patient boyfriend who will sit there with you and sync your breathing while hugging you. He will listen for hours and hours to you talk about it. And if not, he makes tea for you and offers cuddles and comfortable silences. I mean, either way he always makes tea.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He would love a family with you, he knows you’d be an incredible parent to his children. But he’s content being young, having new experiences and getting to be spontaneous. If he had to think about it, he’d like one or two children and maybe a dog. Living in a cozy but spacious home, of course there’s a pool in the back.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

well, when he’s in the mood, jealous/mad he definitely will be dominant (and especially in bed) but he’s in no way so dominant that you will feel like his maid or a child. But he really doesn’t want to consider your relationship to be that way. Both of you are just you and treat each other equally. 

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He gets cold when he’s fighting with you. Timothee’s a bit like a younger sibling while fighting, he knows how to push your buttons and won’t stop until he see’s a reaction. But he has that guilty feeling wash over him so fast. He’s very very easy to forgive you because how could he say no to someone like you??

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

SO GRATEFUL. He spoils like no other. If you point out that you like a pair of earrings, they’re yours (it doesn’t matter that they’re pure diamonds) you mentioned that you want to see Italy? Tickets booked. And a great thing about him, on top of being a good listener is that he has a great eye. And he picks up on things and is quick to notice them. Which is a big reason he’s so successful in acting. Even if it’s something as simple as washing the dishes so he can relax, to something as kind as making him your very own fan gift.. he melts every time.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Mmm, he certainly tries not to but everyone keeps secrets. There are things that both of you prefer to keep private but he wouldn’t keep something like him kissing another woman a secret.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You’ve inspired him and fueled him to become a stronger actor even if you’re not one yourself. Some of your advice is seriously helpful, and some are unhelpful but hilarious. No matter what you will tell him, he knows you’re waiting at home or even at his set with open arms, waiting for him to win an award and fangirl online to other Timmy fans. It makes him blush and cause a billion butterflies to erupt in his stomach.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He trusts you 100% that you would never leave him, and he doesn’t want to be one of those boyfriends who restricts their partner. But there’s a part of him that’s incredibly insecure and is convinced you can do better. There are some parts that WANT you to leave him and do better. He would never ever show it in public, but you can read him well. You’ll put a hand on his bouncing knee and kiss his jaw.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like? 

He knows he’s a damn good kisser as well as charmer. You had been on a couple of dates with him, on one you mentioned that it was on your bucket list to be kissed in the rain. He made sure to schedule a date when there would be rain and he took you on a picnic. Towards the end, it had started to pour and you were trying to run back to the car but he grabbed your face and kissed you so hard but so passionately. His curls were dripping and the sandwiches were ruined but the feeling was incredible. 

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Rightttt after that kiss, in the car you were drying off and laughing with him while the radio was on in the background. The car was on but he wasn’t driving. Instead, he turned to you and told you he was in love with you. Both of you had said “love you” but never “i’m in love with you”

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He’s on the fence about babies but he knows for certain that he wants to marry you. You know that scene in The Office where Jim shows the engagement ring for Pam and is like “I got it 3 weeks into dating”? That’s Timmy. 

He brings you to a premire of one of his movies and at the end when all the credit’s are rolling, it says “y/n will you marry me?” and when you turn back around, Timmy is on one knee and Armie is most likely behind him crying his eyes out. 

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

“Babe” “Baby” “Mon cherie” When you two are married, he’ll join you in the kitchen while cooking dinner and call you “Mrs Chalamet” before kissing your shoulder and beginning to chop veggies. It’s just incredibly domestic 

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

so so so obvious and so in love. He shows you off as much as possible and talks about you on talk shows until he’s sure that the audience is annoyed and SNL mocks him (and even then, he’ll continue)

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

he brags but he does know when to dial it back for your own privacy and humility. BUT that doesn’t mean he won’t hold your hand in public, or banter with you on a twitter thread even if you both are right next to each other on the couch playing footsie

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He has a great eye and is quick to pick up on things. It’s almost as if he has certain senses and can tell when you’re having a bad day or upset. He just knows. It’s incredible. He’ll run you a bath and order cake to indulge yourself in before you even get home.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

The most sickley, fluffy, romantic, boyfriend that it makes me sick. Timothee would dye his hair rainbow and cut of his toes if it meant you would smile. On a more romantic note, he pulls out all the stops but it’s a bit more subtle?? Like he is very romantic but it’s not overwhelming. There’s no string quartet and private dining room but there will be jazz and dancing at midnight or a homemade “restaurant” with Timothee as a one man (messy) staff but it’s the best thing you could have ever come home to

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He’s your head cheerleader and the most selfless human ever. Will cheer for you until his voice goes mute and even then, he’s the one clapping the loudest and crying the most. 

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

both! Timothee is like a dog in some ways. He’s energetic and needs new things, to be outside, to be social. But he craves hugs and cuddling, he adores late night talks with you or watching you make him breakfast while he scrolls through Instagram. Like I said, a very domestic guy.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He know’s you like the back of his hand and he could spot you with his eyes closed and only by feeling your face. He knows your habits, and the food you hate, your terrible cooking skills, and the kind of dad jokes you tell, the anxiety ticks, and what shows you’ll watch over and over again.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

He’d go insane without you. You’re addictive because you have a pure heart and a dirty mind and he falls in love the more you show that. He brings you back the weirdest things that remind him of you. Stationary cards with odd quotes, an antique necklace from the 40′s, peach earrings (because he enables your teasing)

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He’s like the real version of “JOEY DOESN’T SHARE FOOD” but a little more loving lol “I love you, but I’m willing to defend my fries”

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

I said that he’s like a puppy! he needs kisses and scratches to his head (free scalp massage) and he’s a clingy puppy too. i mean, look at his eyes for the love of god. 

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

he aches so bad. He is your cheerleader but he can’t function without you. You’re his cup of coffee, an antidepressant. He’s fangirling inside for your new project but when he sees your mug or reaches to bring you close to his chest and you’re not there, he’s unable to fall asleep or make a cup of coffee.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He’d travel to Mars and back if you asked him to. Just ask him, and he does it. One time, he was working on a movie with an actress who was quite snippy to you and he quit immediately, feeling incredibly guilty and nauseous. He got you very  expensive lox and bagels one morning because you were whining about it the previous night. He doesn’t want to close his eyes at night because there’s so many things he wants to do before he goes on to the next day. But when he closes his eyes at night, it’s all you, you, you, you, you and how much he’s overwhelmed with total adoration for you

[pink-imagines]

snow day

request: Hi hi! Can I get a headcannon of needy Todoroki were Todoroki is in the ~mood~ 😏but his s/o is out shopping. But when they get back he’s all on them and pretty much attacking them w kisses and cuddles.

a/n: let’s just say for this fic’s sake covid never existed!! (stay safe ppl, try to stay at home as much as possible!) also hi! i’m back, i literally have no excuse now but i’ll be posting a bit more soon hopefully. (you can probably tell that i started writing this back in january)

warnings: mentions of something smutty that might go down but no smut and no other warnings!

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The snow couldn’t seem to stop falling. It had already been snowing for the past few days, but the weather didn’t change. It stayed the same and the snow piled on and on. You quite liked this kind of weather, somehow seeing people wrapped up in their scarfes with beanies dragged far over their ears made you feel warm - despite the cold weather.  Today was your day off work, so you had a wonderful lazy morning with a bath and eating breakfast while watching TV. The only thing you could think of that would make this better was if Shoto would be here. He was, unlike you, out doing work. You remember teasing him lightly about it yesterday, that you got to spend the day at home while he had to be working out in the snow. In reality you worried that he’d become sick or catch a cold, even though you knew he stayed safe.  Either way, you decided to treat yourself today with some shopping. It had been so long since you could actually go out to shop, so despite the cold you wanted to go outside.

You took the train to the mall and walked through the stores. The only thing you were planning on buying was a sweater, considering that you had been frequently stealing more and more of Shoto’s hoodies so you should probably get some of your own. When you saw the little jewlery shop you stopped dead in your tracks. Knowing that your wallet would start screaming if you walked in there you decided to keep it to window shopping. Earrnings, necklaces, bracelets... but most importantly rings. The memory of your mom straight up asking Shoto when he was planning on proposing came to mind. A smile grazed your lips, he had been so flustered that he choked on whatever he was eating. You had been trying to tell your mom off when he put a hand on your thigh and lightly brushed his thumb across your skin there. “No, it’s fine.. we’ll see in the future.”, he had said and had given your mom a soft smile. If it weren’t for the fact that people were around you would’ve started giggling, but you held yourself back and kept glancing over the rings. One in particular caught your eye, a simple silver one with a smaller diamond. You knew you couldn’t wear a lot of jewlery for your line of work so it seemed so perfect. For the sake of the memory that your brain decided to pull out from the dust, you took a picture of it and sent it to Shoto. -So... when’s it happening? :P You snickered to yourself and started walking again but your phone buzzed quicker than you expected. -You’re starting to sound like your mom A laugh escaped your lips at the message. However, it did surprise you that he could be texting you back so quickly since he was at work. -I was just joking.. aren’t you supposed to be working right now? The text bubble that indicated that he was typing appeared immediately. -Not on patrol today and I just finished my paperwork. I’m about to go into a meeting though -Is that a warning or a challenge? -Y/N. Do. Not. Yet another laughed made it’s way up your throat and you put your phone away again. He usually sounded cold over text, but you could always see right through it. Maybe that’s what four years spent together does to you. 

The hours passed by as you walked around in the mall. It was actually quite pleasant, as not many people were there considering the fact that it was a weekday. As you were trying on clothing in yet another store you found a sweater that you really liked. It was an oversized black sweater that went down you your mid thigh and the collar was a bit wider, almost creating an off the shoulder look. You smiled at yourself in the mirror. Under the sweater you had the black bralette you had tried on moments before. Both of the items fit you perfectly and together it created a very cute look. Without thinking you sent a picture to Shoto, asking him if you should buy it. Thinking he probably had his phone off during the meeting, you put your phone down and changed back to your clothes. When you had just finished up putting your pants back on you looked at you phone again to see Shoto’s messages... you forgot his messages are connected to his laptop as well. -Y/N I told you I was in a meeting! -I mean you look very pretty, I like the sweater.. but if you’re going to send me pictures while I’m at work please put pants on. This was not a funny situation, is what you tried to tell yourself... but that didn’t stop you from smiling at the thought of his ears going red in the meeting room. -Sorry, I forgot! I’ll make it up to you by making you soba, okay? It took a while for him to answer so you went out of the dressing room and put away the things you weren’t going to buy. -... fine. I’ll be home after this meeting, so maybe around 5. -See you then ;) Were you being cheeky? Yes, but it wasn’t anything that he hadn’t dealt with before. 

After making your purchase you looked at your phone and saw that the clock was nearing 4:45 pm, this meaning that it was time for you to go back home. You went over to the trainstation only to see that the train you were taking home was delayed by 20 minutes due to the snow. With a sigh you sat down on the nearest bench and took out your phone. Because of the 20 minutes it would take to arrive at your home station and the 5 minute walk home, you’d be home in about 50 minutes. Knowing Shoto, he’d probably already be home by now as he most likely managed to cut the meeting short - what was the meaning of staying longer when you had already gotten to the point? Even so, you decided to not call him just yet in case he actually still was in the meeting. 

Time passed and as soon as the clock struck 5:00 pm you got a call. “Hey, are you okay? I’ve been waiting for a few and you’re still not home...”, Shoto’s voice was slightly distorted over the line due to your bad connection but you were still relieved to hear his voice. “The train got delayed, can you believe it?”, you sighed heavily. “Yes I can actually, it’s been snowing all day.”, he said calmly, “Do you need me to pick you up? I can be there in 10 minutes.” “No it’s fine, the train should be here in 5 and then I’ll be at the station in just 20 minutes.”, you stood up and looked by the track for the train. “Are you sure? The train’s probably gonna be packed.” “It’s fine, I have headphones with me so I won’t even notice.”, you smiled at his tries to come get you, “Besides I can practically see the train by now.” “Okay... then I’ll meet you at the station.”, he answered, as if it was nothing. “No, baby, you don’t have to do that. You’ve been at work all day just rest please?”, you reasoned. “I’ll see you in 20 minutes, sweetheart.”, he hung up on you. You were taken aback by the usage of the nickname, he barely ever called you by petnames. Before you could think to much of it the train arrived and you put in your earbuds and got on quickly to find a good seat.

The train wasn’t as packed as Shoto had thought. Though there was a crying child in your cart. The mother who frantically tried to calm her baby down gave you an apologetic smile. You made sure to look friendly back at her to make sure she understood that you didn’t mind. The poor woman was trying to keep her child from screaming while also balancing groceries and a stroller at the same time.  “Do you need any help?”, you asked and took out your earbuds. “Please.”, the woman gave you a relieved look. You took her grocery bags and balanced them against some empty seats. Then you took the stroller from her hands so that she could properly care for her baby. “He’s just a bit hungry...”, she said and took out a bottle to give to the young boy. “... I’ve never understood how parents always know what their children want like that.”, you said mostly to yourself but the woman answered anyways. “I guess it’s an instinct.”, she said with a warm smile, “Thank you for your help. My husband’s working late so he couldn’t take care of the groceries tonight.” “Ah... I understand.”, you nodded. “Are you married?”, she asked and when she saw your shocked face she quickly apologized, “Sorry I didn’t mean to pry, I was just trying to make small talk.” “It’s alright.”, you stifled a laugh, “I’m actually not married... not yet at least, my mom’s been pressuring my boyfriend for a while now so who knows.”, you joked. “Oh, you have a boyfriend. Have you two been together for long?”, her demeanor had changed back to the kind and warm one from before. “A few years, actually.”, you nodded, “He’s a very sweet guy and-... that’s him actually.” Your phone started buzzing and Shoto’s caller-ID flashed up on the screen. His picture that you had chosen was of him holding a puppy husky that you had been thinking of adopting. Sadly, you ended up not doing that since you were both to busy to take care of a dog - let alone a puppy. You excused yourself to the woman next to you and answered. “Hi, babe, is everything okay?”, you asked. “Yeah, I just wanted to say that I’m by the station. Was the train packed?”, he spoke softly, which made it clear for you that he was in fact outside. “Not at all actually, it’s quite roomy. I told you that you didn’t have to wait for me though...”, you sighed. “I wanted to. It’s fine.”, he said and then added in a whisper, “Then I get to see you sooner.” Your face flushed up in all shades of pink as he said that. He was never usually this affectionate, but you couldn’t deny that you absolutely loved it. “You’re cute, Shoto.”, you chuckled. “Don’t laugh at me.”, you heard him huff slightly. “Sorry, sorry.”, you smiled, “I’ll be by the station in a few minutes if I’m lucky, okay? Thank you for waiting for me.” “No problem... see you soon.”, he said and hung up again. When you turned back to the woman sitting beside her you could tell she was holding back her excitement. “That was the sweetest conversation I’ve ever heard. That sounded like it was straight out of a story!”, she realized what she said and quickly apologized again, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to eavesdrop!” “It’s no problem, we all do it sometimes.”, you tried to control the blush that was creeping across your face but it was near impossible. “I bet he’ll propose to you soon.”, she said and looked back at her baby, “I hope he does.” “Thank you.”, you smiled and looked down at the baby, who was staring back up at you. You waved at the child and he let out a gurgling laugh that had your heart melting. Today was certainly a special day.

You and the woman just happened to get off by the same stop so you helped her get her grocery bags out of the cart. When you saw Shoto standing by himself you waved and called his name. He turned to you and smiled softly, almost longlingly. “He’s handsome too... wow, you’re lucky.”, she smiled to you, “Thank you for the help, miss.” “No problem!”, you smiled back and watch her walk away before turning your attention to the man walking towards you. “I haven’t seen you all day.”, he embraced you with a sigh. Hugs were normal for the two of you, but absolutely not in public. Your body stiffened in shock before settling in his arms and hugging him back. Eventually he let go of you and took a step back. “Who was that woman? Do I know her?”, he asked. “No, I just met her on the train. Let’s get home, it’s freezing out here!”, you said and took his arm in yours.

The two of you walked in silence, as you usually did, but there was one thing that was running around in your mind. “Do you ever think of having children?”, you asked out of the blue, your breath forming white clouds in the cold air. Shoto stopped in his tracks and looked at you. It wasn’t until then you had realized what you had said, maybe not directly but the question was floating around your heads. “Children, huh?”, Shoto took a deep breath. You peered up at him through your eyelashes, afraid that he’d look disgusted or even scared. He didn’t. His mind was somewhere else, you could tell by the far away look in his eyes. Shoto’s face was dusted pink but, just like yours, you couldn’t tell if it was because he was flustered or cold. “I’ve never thought about it, actually.”, he looked at you which made you look away, “Not against the thought of it though. Let’s talk it through some other time.” He said it so casually. As if this was obvious and not a huge step in a relationship. Then he just kept walking. If it wasn’t for your arm that was still wrapped around his, you would’ve forgotten to walk along with him.  “Don’t be embarrased about it, please.”, he said suddenly, “It’s good to bring up these things.” “I just thought about it... you know... the woman on the train and everything...”, you muttered. “Sweetheart.”, there was the nickname again, “I told you not to be embarrased about it.” After a few years you’d think he wouldn’t be able to make you weak in the knees anymore. That was wrong. You hummed in response to what he said and leaned your head against his shoulder. There was an urge in you to feel a sudden intimacy between the two of you and that was the first thing that came to mind. “Are you cold?”, he asked. “Not extremely...”, you looked up at the clear sky, “... maybe it’s not the best time for cold soba though.” “It’s always a good time for cold soba.”, he answered, completely serious but you still laughed. You laughed because it sounded like him. You laughed because it would ease the excitement stuck in your stomach from what he had said before. You laughed because at that moment you felt so incredibly wonderful - and who wouldn’t laugh at that?

When you got home you made yourself a cup of tea while Shoto stuck to heating up by the radiator. “Are you sure you still want cold soba? We could always make warm soba.”, you suggested as you poured the hot water into your cup. “I say we make cold soba.”, Shoto shrugged as he kept his hands on the warm radiator. His nose was still red from the cold. “Then we make cold soba.”, you nodded.

After eating and cleaning up you sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Since you usually sat with a bit of space in between the two of you, you did so. However, this time Shoto scooched closer to you and put your head on his shoulder, only to then wrap his arm around your shoulders. “Is this okay?”, he asked quietly to not disturb the show playing. You could care less about the show, your heart was beating loud enough for you to not even hear it. No words would come out of your mouth so you hummed as an answer to his question. He had been acting very lovingly the entire night, something that he didn’t always do.  “Are you okay, Shoto?”, you asked suddenly, “Did something happen at work?” “Why do you ask?” “You just seem... more cuddly?”, you looked up at him, catching him staring but he didn’t look away. “I just missed you then I guess.”, he said, “... and you sent me that picture and that wasn’t very fair.” He looked away and now he couldn’t blame the cold on his reddened face. That’s how you remembered your sweater that you had bought. “Right the sweater!”, you exclaimed, “Can I show you?” “Sure.”, he said and watched you get up, “You seem very excited about this sweater.” “Yes! And you should be too, because now I won’t be stealing yours anymore!”, you took your bag and walked over to the bathroom. “But I like it when you wear my clothes...” “Then...I won’t be stealing your clothes as often anymore!”, you smiled before closing the bathroom door behind you.

You walked out of the bathroom, dressed just like you were in the picture, and walked up to him. He looked over at you, looked you up and down, and then stood up. “What do you think?”, you smiled as he pulled you closer by your waist so that you could wrap your arms around his neck. “I like it more when you wear my clothes... but this is also very nice.”, he leaned down and kissed you quick, “Let’s go have that talk about having children...”, he whispered and started guiding you to the bedroom.

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can i please request some more yandere josuke?

OF COURSE!

*ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+*

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Yan!Josuke x AFAB!Reader (18+)

TW: crying kink, obsession, isolation, name calling & degradation, mentions of yandere!kira x reader themes, personality switch.

DISCLOSURE: i do not condone any of these behaviors, these are extremely unhealthy and not a situation you should ever be okay with being in!

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Cry, little girl.

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The walk on your at home was extremely cold, but that was exactly what you needed. It’s been a month since Kira was killed, & a month and a half since Kira used you as an example in front of the stand users of Morioh.

Your spine shivered at the thought of you on the ground with Killer Queens hand wrapped tightly around your throat, his other hand in position to click down on an invisible trigger. He had taken you hostage in front of everyone, right before he had went into hiding. He had gotten you right where he wanted you, giving you enough bodily damage to make you putty in his hands. All of this had happened because you were the only girl in Kiras entire spree to escape him. He was dead set that if he couldn’t have you, your beautiful hands and your body, then you simply would be a message to this who stood in his way.

You were actually on your way home from therapy, since the Speedwagon foundation had specially sent a therapist for you after the ordeal. Dr. Kujo met with you regularly to check on you, & to do some routine check ups on your wounds. You were often asked why you never let your sweet boyfriend Josuke heal your wounds, & people often asked Josuke the same.

What they didn’t know, is that you had another form of therapy at home.

You took a left turn down the street, the cold air bringing your mind back to the surface as you saw Josukes giant inherited house you both lived in together.

Josukes black silhouetted frame was outlined in the massive bay window, & you could tell he was watching you come to him. The corners of your mouth twitched into an excited smile, because you knew just what was waiting for you at home. You knew you’d hate it when it’d happen, of course. Josukes demeanor had changed after you were beaten, between the day to day and the bedroom activities he was an entirely new person. More possessive, more isolated, & a whole, whole lot more aggressive.

Your legs brought you to your front door, your keys fumbling with the lock to let yourself into the warm estate. The door swung wide, the living room greeting you with dark lo-fi records filling the airs sound. You looked around the corner to see Josuke still facing the window, and his hands resting comfortably in his pocket. Josukes frame resonated a dark energy, & you knew for a fact he knew you were there.

“Hey Jojo, i’m home!” You say over to him, putting your shoulder bag on the chair as you kicked off your sandals towards the end of the couch.

Nothing compared to the moment his head slowly turned and met your eyes with the obsession that you were still getting used to. The darkness that birthed inside your boyfriend was definitely out to play tonight.

“Welcome home baby, did you have a good time?”

You stretched out your hands and arms, your back arching along with them. “Eh, the same as the usual.”

Josuke turned around and faced you, his body slowly migrating over to yours. “Tell me what you talked about.”

“Could I do that later?? I’m kind of exhausted and i was hoping that w-“

Pink and Blue flashed in front of you in an instant. All of a sudden you were on your bed, with Josuke standing menacingly in front of you. “Did I fucking ask, little girl? Did i ask for your input?”

Josukes knee rested on your crotch, the top of it making direct contact with your clit. A gasp made its way out of your throat as you gripped the sheet in anticipation.

“You talked about him didn’t you?” Your heart froze yet beat faster at the same time. “Did you talk about how you get so cute and flustered when your soulmates hand goes anywhere near that pretty throat?” His hand slapped your cheek with a sharp smack, his fingers holding your face still. “Or how wet you get when I open those gashes for you. Or maybe you told him how your biggest fantasy is to be raped by him?”

Your mind was a fog with a little siren telling you that he’s making you believe what he’s saying and it’s not what’s happening, but you didn’t care. “No, I only talked about that night.”

Crazy Diamond punched you in the thigh, the 7 inch long cut reopening and bleeding onto the bed as you screamed in pain. “Thats bullshit and you know it,” he said as he put your legs in a mating press, teasing you with his hard on pressing into your sensitive core. His breath danced on your neck as you felt his lips graze over your neck. “You were fucking terrified. I saw your eyes, the pining for me to save you.”

Tears started to well in your eyes.

Josuke let out a dark, manic laughter, “That’s right, go ahead and cry little girl.” Josuke but the soft part of your neck hard enough to make you scream, the pain and pressure making your body convulse up and press against Josukes chest. His long tongue dragged over the wound, quietly comforting you with his sick, twisted words.

“Do you remember what I did after that, baby? I saved my sweet girl & i made that bad man go away.”

As sadistic as he is now, he risked everything to save you. You had never seen Josuke so driven to do something, CD’s speed that day not even Kira could fight. After the final punch, you remembered that Jotaro, Okuyasu, and Koichi were running for Kira while Josuke was running with you back to his house. Honestly, that was the day he changed. His demeanor was completely dark after dressing your wounds, quiet since you wouldn’t let Crazy D heal your body. You wanted the reminder. It DID happen.

Josukes lips rested on your temple as he gently tugged down your sweats & underwear, cold air hitting your core and making you suck in through your teeth. Josuke cooed in your ear as he told you sweet nothings, making your back arch and your breasts touching his chest.

“Awh you are just too cute, sweetie.” Josuke tugged off his pants that let his 7.5 inches spring free. “My pretty little girl will always be safe as long as she’s with me.”

And with that, Josuke bottomed out deep inside of you.

The moan you released triggered something feral inside of Josuke, your breathing labored as his hand gripped your neck to give him control. His speed against your g-spot made your body convulse around his dick and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

You whined against his shoulder as your stomach built up a knot. Josuke gripped your hair and tugged your head back and met you eye to eye, “No, no baby you look at me, are you gonna cum?? You wanna fucking cum??” His assault on your g-spot became harder, the pleasure coursing through your body making you cry out for josuke.

“Josuke -oh fuck- honey please please ple-“

“Please what baby, you wanna come?!”

Tears ran down your eyes from overstimulation, “YES JOSUKE PLEASE LET ME CUM!!”

And with that, Josuke rapidly bottomed out until your whole body convulsed with an orgasm, letting himself finish inside your heated core.

Josukes breathing was labored along with yours, and his hands stroking your cheeks as he gives you sweet praises. “Good girl, you’re my sweet baby arent you?? My sweet precious angel, no body does it like you do.” Your boyfriends strong arms lifted you up, and put you & himself under the sheets. Your naked frames spooned each other and the sensation of a forehead kiss swept through your body.

“I’ll always come to your rescue. Whether you need me or not, I will always be there. You’re mine, (Y/N). There’s no escaping me, and sure as hell no one is taking you from me.”

Your head rested against his chest as you let out a slow deep breath. “Yes Josuke, I understand. I’m not going anywhere.”

Josuke darkly chuckled as he lightly tugged on the studded necklace he got you for your birthday, his lips pressing against your head. “Good answer baby.”

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[loving-daisy]

Cry For Me | George Weasley x Reader

Masterlist | Cry For Me Masterlist

Chapter 1 - Pilot 

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: pranking, intimidation, suspicion. 

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Square one. 

It all started with the Weasley twins scheming the next prank they’re about to pull. With the house of Slytherin always messing with innocent Gryffindors who do nothing but mind their own business, they think it’s justifiable to give Slytherins a taste of their own medicine. 

The twins head to their transfiguration class earlier than usual with the room yet to be filled with wizards and witches from different houses. In each desk, they lay out handwritten letters enclosed in an envelope sealed with a “W” that invited the students of the wizarding school to the party they’d be hosting for the holidays. Everyone was invited. Well, except for Malfoy...and most of the Slytherins. That is why the letters laid out in the desks of uninvited Slytherins were special parchment that forms a rather annoying face that sticks its tongue out. Not for Malfoy though. The twins think that Malfoy deserves something even special for not being so nice towards their friend Harry. 

McGonagall’s classroom eventually became more and more crowded as students came rushing in for their class. As soon as they enter, they’d be confused as to why their fellow classmates were jumping out of joy. Opening up their letters, a lot became ecstatic with the fact that they were invited to the party held by the Weasley twins. I mean, who wouldn’t? It’s the Weasleys we’re talking about here. The famous Weasleys who turned the boring halls of Hogwarts brighter. 

Students from the Slytherin house weren’t really bothered with the empty invitation. Not that they would bother to even come if they were invited. They despised Gryffindors and their loud and wild antics. 

Fred and George were casually doodling on their parchment about how they would prepare for the party. Stealing biscuits from the kitchens, snucking firewhiskeys, karaoke, and a special launch for their latest product. Too occupied with their little bubble, the thought of humiliating a certain platinum blonde who goes by the name Malfoy has slipped their ginger heads. It was not until a small shriek coming from what they thought was Malfoy’s desk enveloped the transfiguration classroom. 

Looking over to the owner of the voice, Fred and George’s face gave off a very confused look as to why the figure had long lustrous hair instead of over gelled blonde ones. 

“I thought you said that you were sure that was Malfoy’s desk?” George whispered to Fred. “I said I think, not that I was sure. But by the looks of it, at least it was a Slytherin and not a poor Hufflepuff.” Fred whispered back before putting his left and right hand against his mouth to yell  “Hey little snake! We thought you needed a shower. You stink!” in an attempt to further tease the Slytherin. This made George and the rest of the class laugh in hysterics. Everyone in class except for those sorted in Slytherin and the house of Hufflepuff. The house full of ambition and cunningness weren’t having it. They were in disbelief, in shock, and furious. The house with the designated color yellow was quiet. Fear in their little eyes feigning no absence.  

When the soaking girl finally faced the twins with cold and icy glares shooting towards the gingers, the teasing look on Fred and George’s face remained. It was until Lee Jordan nudged them and whispered “you guys are so dead.” with a shaking voice. George raised his brows, a questioning look present on his face. “Why? Is she gonna call her daddy just like what Malfoy does?” Fred gushed, earning a chuckle from his twin and a smack at the back of his head from Lee. “No, dimwit. Don’t you know who she is? You messed with the wrong Slytherin, mate. That’s Y/N Icestone!” Lee stated, giving another smacking on his best friend’s head, one by one. 

The Gryffindor was about to say another word until the victim of the prank spoke. “Clean this up.” Y/N Icestone sassed, crossing her arms. With her being closer to the twins, they were able to examine her from head to toe. A hairband made of emerald colored silk on top of her head, cold pupils resided in her eyes who still shot daggers towards them, a cardigan of greater quality inside her soaking Slytherin robes, black socks in fine leather shoes, and a small single diamond necklace in her neck. 

George looked up to her and smirked “No can do, sweetheart. It's not because you are covered with the finest of things that you can just order students around. Might have worked for others, but it won’t work for me, love.” He argued. 

While other Slytherins would have already hexed the Gryffindor for saying this to their face, George was surprised to see the forming smirk on Icestone’s face.

With a swift flick of her wand, the twins were suddenly looking up to her from her shoes, causing confusion to erupt in the identical faces. Being more confused as to why the soaking Slytherin girl suddenly became a giant, they looked at each other, frightened to see how they both turned into two little ginger cats standing on their little paws. 

“Blimey, Fred! You became a cat! She transfigured you!” George exclaimed.

“Mate. you too! What do we do? I can’t seem to find my wand, let alone have my grip on it.” Fred gulped, panicking. 

“Aww what do we have here? Two little kitties” a boy from the Slytherin house said in a teasing tone, earning a laugh from the Slytherin house. 

Y/N bent down to reach the twins, petting both of their heads. “there, there, weasels, it will wear off a few hours, no need to worry.” Right as she stood up, she snapped her fingers three times resulting in a little fairy immediately flying in her direction. “Mira, go get me a new robe will you? Mine just got messed up by two twats.” She ordered, walking away and going back to her seat. 

The shocked Weasley twins in cat form stood there for a moment before giving a small hiss and running out of the classroom. 

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A few hours after the incident in McGonagall’s classroom, the twins were finally back to their normal form however, still sulky about the Slytherin girl. 

“Merlin! Who does she think she is?” George grunted, slamming his tall frame into a couch located in the Gryffindor common room. “A spoiled brat, I tell ya. She acts as if she owns the whole universe!” Fred exclaimed. 

More and more whines keep coming out of the twin’s mouth until their bubble bursted as their best friend Lee enters the room. Heading towards the twin towers, he rambled about the girl of the night. “I cannot believe you pranked THE Y/N Icestone. You twins are really something else. It takes big guts to talk to her, let alone prank her!” He began, earning a confused and questioning look from the twins. 

“What’s with you saying that again? Who is she anyways? It’s not like she’s a princess or something of royalty.” George stated like it was nothing, earning a smack in the head. 

“Oi! What was that for? Why do you keep on doing that?”

“How can you not know who Y/N Icestone is? The one and only daughter of John Icestone, who was one of the greatest wizards Slytherin has ever had? He even ranks higher than senior Malfoy! And Y/N...they call her the Slytherin queen! If Draco’s the prince, she’s the queen! You should have known better, mate.” Lee pointed out, an unamused look on his face. 

“The Slytherin queen, ey? Looks like we hit the jackpot, George. We were aiming for the prince but we got the queen!” Fred insisted, satisfaction in his voice. 

“Yeah, but she’s even worse than Malfoy. Malfoy would have walked away. She turned us into cats!” Answered George. “But I must admit, Georgie. You looked cute with the little ears on top of your head.” Fred teased, ruffling the younger twin’s locks.

“Oh yeah? But your little bum was cuter” George clapped back, earning a shove from his twin. 

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Meanwhile, Icestone was spotted sitting in one of the fine leather couches in the Slytherin dungeons. Too immersed in the book that resided in her hands to pay attention to the confused and curious eyes that shot towards her. It is rather a rare sight to spot the queen in public after supper hours afterall. 

A group of 3rd years entered the common room rather too loudly for Y/N’s liking. They were blabbering about the latest school gossip, as if their lives depended on it. Y/N Icestone was not really fond of those as she already had experienced her own share of nasty flying rumors that went out of the place. Honestly, why can’t other people just mind their own business? 

Rolling her eyes and attempting to turn her attention from the book she was reading, the thought of scolding the young Slytherins was put into a halt as she heard the hot topic of the group. 

“I cannot believe that the Weasley twins had the nerve to bother Y/N Icestone. It’s like a death wish, really.” Big mouth number 1 growled, annoyance in her voice as she recalled the way she saw her idol’s shocked and soaking face as a result of the twin’s shenanigans. Big mouth number 2 gasped, her hands making its way to her mouth.  

“Bloody hell! Are you serious? What’s up with that house, really? They disrespect Malfoy and now they’re disrespecting Icestone too!” 

“I heard they bothered Malfoy the other day because he was being mean to Harry. But Icestone...Merlin! She didn’t even do anything! None that I know...but she doesn’t really meddle with those stupid Gryffs!”  Big mouth 3 insisted, causing more shock to run into the face of number 2. 

“But you know what’s even more shocking? They didn’t know who she was!” Number 1 ranted, earning another gasp from number 2. 

Before another word was spattered, a slam from a hardbound book enveloped the Slytherin common room, forcing silence and frightened eyes to look at the retrieving figure, as she made her way in the comfort of her room. 

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The morning after, Y/N Icestone was spotted in the tables of the Slytherin house. He fairy flying beside her as she read through her mother’s letter while drinking her hot English tea. 

It was not long until the great hall was filled with starving wizards and witches, blissful to start another day with a feast. No one really dared to sit beside the Slytherin girl but the only witch she considers her friend, which was still out of sight. Probably had another snog fest last night. Icestone thought. 

Finally keeping her mother’s letter in her robes, she reached out to dig a muffin before being interrupted by the group of big mouths from last night, who sat across from her, their heads hanging low. She felt the familiar piercing eyes at all parts of her head which led her to roll her eyes and give off an icy stare. 

Managing to push the attention of the eavesdropping students, this made the girls in front of her whimper, their heads hanging even lower. “Y/N-- I mean, Ms. Icestone. We sincerely apologize for last night. We weren’t being careful with our words. We we’re just concerned and --” As big mouth number 1 started reciting her apology, two tall gingers followed by their younger brother, Potter, and Granger, entered the hall significantly brightly, a cheerful look on their face as they laughed about who knows what. 

This caught the attention of the crossed armed Slytherin, smirking before facing the group of girls seated in front of her. “Tell me your names.” The 5th year demanded. 

“My apologies, Ms. Icestone. My name is Celeste. This is Ares and this one is Aria.” Big mouth number 1 croaked, pointing to big mouth 2 and 3 as she introduced themselves. 

“Well, then girls. Are you aware of the consequences of having such big mouths?” Icestone sputtered, further intimidating the trio. 

“No, Ms. Icestone.” The girls answered simultaneously. 

Y/N grabbed a red apple, observing the fruit before changing the smirk on her face into a sly smile. 

“They are forced to have apples shoved in their mouths.” She hissed, causing shivers to run down the spines of the young Slytherins. “but I’m not gonna do that.” She continued. 

“As long as you keep whatever is about to be spoken right at this instant. Understand?” 

“Yes, Ms. Icestone.” 

As if nothing had happened, the girl with a diamond in her neck had an astonishing innocent smile plastered around her face. 

“Tell me everything you know about the Weasley twins.” 

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For the time being, The Weasley twins together with the Golden trio and their sister, Ginny, was stuffing their stomachs with the breakfast laid out at the Gryffindor table. They were having a good laugh with Fred teasing Ron for his not-so-secret crush towards the smartest witch, who rolled her eyes in an attempt to hide her blossoming smile and rosy cheeks. 

The younger twin’s stomach was aching from the never ending laugh he had been spurting out until he was forced to leave their happy bubble as he felt a small hand tapping his shoulder. 

Turning to face the owner of the touch, he was shocked and confused as to why Y/N Icestone was standing in front of him with a small smile displayed in her face. 

He frowned, opening his mouth to mewl before being cut off. “Nice to see you’re back to your normal form now, right George?” She suggested, her cat-like eyes wide, an innocent expression and tone in her voice. 

Fred became conscious of how his twin’s attention was transported to somewhere else which resulted in Icestone to face both the Weasley twins instead of George alone. 

“Oh, hey there, Fred! Having a good morning?” 

“What are you doing here?” George interrogated, clearly displaying his annoyance towards the Slytherin. Icestone feigned a frown. “Not so nice to see me huh? You’re breaking my heart, sweetheart.” She said, putting her hands in her chest. 

“What do you want, Icestone?” Fred grudged. 

“Me? Oh, nothing much. Just your twin brother” She admitted, her shoulders shrugging like it was nothing.

“Anyways, I gotta go. I still have to fetch my books from my quarters. But it was really nice seeing you Fred! And of course, Georgie.” She mused before pressing a small kiss in George’s cheeks and walking away from the Gryffindor table, leaving the younger Weasley twin flustered, cheeks as fiery as his hair. 

Gasps and shrieks across the great hall were heard after the stunt the Slytherin queen has pulled. The kiss that planted on George Weasley’s cheek caused Ron to spat out his orange juice earning a disgusted look on Hermione and Harry’s face, stone cold glares from the Slytherin house shooting towards the Gryffindors, young Hufflepuffs who had their hearts beating for the said twin shattering, and Ravenclaws who were just in complete disbelief. 

For a moment, the older twin was just as shocked as George until he snapped out of it, deciding to tease his twin.

“Look what we have here. It seems like the Slytherin queen developed a liking for this little Gryffindor bloke.” He suggested, shoving George’s shoulder and ruffling his hair. 

“Shut up, Fred! She only wants to get back at us for pranking her yesterday.” George answered, his eyebrows meeting in the middle of his forehead as he crossed his arms. 

Fred gave a little pat on his brother’s shoulder before saying “There, there, it’s okay, mate! You are free to fancy whoever! You’re my brother! I’d support you! Better just watch out for mum though. She’d be mad!” which earned him a smack at the back of his head from his twin. 

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Some time during the day, as Fred and George make their way to class, talking about their next prank, of course, they felt something -- or more like someone -- squish in between them, locking both their arms to the Weasley twins. 

“Look what we have here, my favorite ginger boys. I see that you’re on the way to class, huh?” She said, a smile on her face as she looked ahead. The twins shake their arms away from the Slytherin and look at her questioningly. 

“What do you want Icestone? Here to turn us into cats again?” An annoying tone in the older twin’s voice as he sighed, clearly not wanting to bump into her again. 

“That would be cute, but where’s the fun in that? I really wanted to hang out with you guys afterall.” Icestone casually said. 

“But why?” George asked. The girl shrugged, her smile not faltering as she looked up at George “Nothing, I just want to see you.” She insisted, causing Fred to snort and George to roll his eyes. 

“Why would you, out of all people, would want to hang with me and Fred?” George interrogated. “You’re a Slytherin! The Slytherin queen, like what they say. You don’t just hang out with Gryffindors. Weasley Gryffindors, if I might add.” He continued which now made Y/N roll her eyes.

“Slytherin queen?” She scoffed. “In that case, I think I can do whatever I please, don’t you think.” She stated as her right eyebrow raised. 

“But why?” Fred questioned, still confused. Y/N sighed, stopping in her tracks and facing the twin towers. 

“Look, I get that you guys are being suspicious of me but trust me! I have nothing going on. After the prank you pulled on me and both of you acting like it wasn’t a big deal, I was shocked, okay? No one really dares to go near me, let alone do something like that.” 

“So you’re saying, you want to be friends with us?” George asked. Y/N nodded, turning her heels and walking away, leaving the twins dumbfounded. 

George looked at Fred and Fred did the same. The twins having their non-verbal twin communication that nobody really understands but the two of them. 

“Well, are you coming? We’re about to be late!” Y/N called. 

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The following weeks gain even more suspicion from the Weasley Twins. Whichever hall they were striding, the Slytherin girl would suddenly pop in between them, locking her arms in theirs as if they were the best of friends. At first, the trio were given weird and confused looks especially those from the Slytherin house. 

What was Y/N Icestone doing hanging out with the Weasley twins? Icestone would always look in their way and raise a brow which results in the prying eyes to look somewhere else and continue whatever the hell they were doing. The suspicion from the said house eventually stopped after a few days, thinking it was a scheme Y/N was up to as revenge. This thought, however, managed to stick up in the heads of the ginger towers. Why the hell would Y/N Icestone hangout with them? 

“I don’t know, Fred. Something is up and I really want to find out.” George shook his head, still curious as to why the girl has been following them. Fred crossed his arms. “The Slytherins must be up to something. Or maybe she’s trying to get back at us for that prank! I mean, it’s not supposed to be for her, it was for Malfoy! I swore I knew that desk belonged to Malfoy.” He rambled, looking down at his hands until an idea popped out his head. 

He smirked. “Or maybe~” He sang. “The girl fancies little Georgie here!” The older twin made his place on top of the small coffee table placed in front of the fireplace, chanting “Georgie and Y/N sitting on a tree, K-I-S-S-I-- Ow! What was that for?” Fred whined from the floor, rubbing his back as George shoved him off the table. 

“That, was for you to shut up.” The younger twin spat. 

Before Fred was able to scold his brother, a green paper plane flew inside the Gryffindor common room, flying from corner to corner until it stopped right before the younger twin’s face. 

Lifting his hands to grab it, the plane suddenly exploded, a little paper man using the black parchment, that was formerly residing in the paper plane, as his parachute.

When it reached the feet of George, the little man neatly folded the parchment, bowing to the younger Weasley twin before kneeling to present the letter as if it was a sword being handed to a knight. When George bent down to grab it, the little man poofed, exploding into green and silver confetti, leaving a small mess. George looked up at the letter and saw a fancy handwriting of his name in gold ink. 

George, 

How’d you like my little trick? Pretty cool, huh? 

Bet that’s a little better than splashing water on my face, don’t you think? 

Watch out for the main event. 

Icestone 

A second after George read the last few words on the black parchment, he felt something sticky in his face, causing a hysteric laugh from his twin. 

“I didn’t know you were THAT hungry, Georgie. I could have gotten you pie in the kitchens. No need to shove it in your face, you starving bloke!” 

George sighed, swiping his hands on his face before slapping his twin with it. “Oh, sorry Freddie. I thought you were hungry too.” 

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As Y/N entered the Slytherin dungeons, she was immediately met by her fairy, Mira. She gave a small smile. 

“Hey, Mira. How are you?” She asked as she strides towards her room. “I’m doing quite well, Ms. Icestone. I have managed to prepare your sleepwear, prepare your uniform for tomorrow, and prepare your desk for school work! Should I prepare your bath as well? I should -” Mira stopped when she saw Y/N looking at her sympathetically. 

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Y/N? No need for the formalities! Mother is not even here.” She said, placing her wand in her dresser and removing her robes. 

She felt a purr in her feet as her furry friend made his way towards her. “Hello there, Lixie. Miss me?” She asked, bending down to pet the cat’s head. “I certainly did, Y/N. You’ve been away much for often these past few days. You have to make it up to me!” He meowed. 

She pulled him up in her arms, cuddling him, and cooed. “Aww how can I make up to little Lixie then?” Her cat jumped out from her grip, slightly irritated from the skinship before suggesting “Bring me to the next Slytherin quidditch match!” causing Y/N to smile. 

“Okay, then. It’s a deal. Now, are you hungry?” 

“Certainly am!” Lixie said, resulting in Y/N to face her fairy. “You heard him.” 

Mira looked down at her feet, fidgeting with her little fingers. “But Ms. Ice- I mean, Y/N. I’m sorry but I don’t understand cats like you do. All I heard was meowing and -- I’m so sorry. I get that you might want to replace me. I’m new and I don’t think I have satisfied you and --” She rambled on before being cut off by Y/N pulling her in her chest. 

“Shush now, Mira. It’s alright. It must have slipped my mind. Thank you so much for your hard work. Lixie here says he’s famished. Prepare him his milk would you, please? I’m just gonna go take a warm bath.” 

As Icestone changed into her silk pajama robes, a small and quiet knock was heard from her door. Mira rushed to it, greeting the intruder of the hour. “Oh, hello Daphne. Here to see Y/N?” She asked, earning a small nod from the Slytherin. 

Mira expanded the opening of the door even more, letting the girl in. Y/N looked at her, a small smile in her face. “Hello there, Daphne. Long time no see. You must have enjoyed the snog fest that you have been having?” She suggested, a teasing tone in her voice causing the girl to blush before taking her place beside Icestone. 

The girl is Y/N’s only true friend from the Slytherin house. During their first years, both sat together in the same compartment in the express. Y/N introduced herself using only her first name, scared to potentially scare off students with the power she had with her last name. After the sorting hat called her full name and house, she was happy that Daphne hadn't ran away.

“Y/N Icestone, Slytherin!” The sorting hat shouted, causing cheers from the Slytherin house and murmurs to arise from the other. Sitting beside Daphne at the Slytherin table, she smiled. “Glad we’re in the same house, Daphne.” 

“I didn’t know John Icestone’s daughter is in this year? Better not mess with her or else you’d turn to ice” Y/N heard a teasing voice coming from the Ravenclaw house. Shrugging it off, Daphne gave a bright smile, locking her arms with the girl. “Me too! We’re gonna have so much fun!” 

Daphne crossed her arms, raising a brow at her friend. “Well, then what about you? You haven’t been hanging out with me anymore. I heard you’re always behind the Weasleys these past few days. Honestly, what is your deal?” Y/N just shrugged at her friend. 

“Nothing really, I’m just messing with them.” She defended, giving a bright smile towards her friend. The interrogating look on Greengrass’ face however, did not falter. 

“You’re not actually in love with one of them are you?” She questioned, resulting Y/N to snort and make a funny face, something she doesn’t really do when out in public. 

“Me? In love with a Gryffindor? Are you mad, Daph?” She exclaimed. “I’m just messing with them for that incident in transfiguration a few weeks ago.” 

“Okay, but you already turned them into cats! What more do you want?” Her friend asked. Y/N sighed. “Daphne, you’re taking this too seriously. I told you, I’m just messing with them. I’m sorry I haven’t been spending time with you. I’ll make it up to you, I promise! How about a little shopping spree at the next trip to Hogsmeade?” She proposed, causing Daphne to give her a bright smile. 

“It’s a deal, Icestone! But you have to tell me what you’re planning on doing with the twins. Spill all the details!” 

End of Chapter 1

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Author’s note: Hey there! Before I even started publishing the first chapter of Cry For Me, a few have already anticipated my writing. It’s really heart fluttering as I am new into the fanfiction world. I mean, I’m not entirely new, I have been casually reading for quite a while now and I was really inspired to challenge my creative writing skills so here I am. My apologies for any grammatical errors. I have been balancing 4 languages at a time which makes me confused sometimes. I do hope my writing reaches your expectations. Feel free to comment! Thank you <3 x Daisy  

[whiskey-bumblebee]

Hi I don’t know if u write nsfw if u do can you write about going to the theater with pale and he can’t sit still (obviously) so u gotta calm him down in that way he likes 😉

Squeaky Seats

Oh I do write n s f w, I very much do ;)

Pairing: Pale/Reader

Word Count: ~1400

A/N: smut! I’m gonna try make the consent as strong and clear as humanly possible but there won’t be verbal consent because public sex

Pale’s been excited for weeks, ever since he bought the tickets. They were for one of your favorite ballets, the one you’d dreamed of dancing in when you were little. 

There was something so romantic about it; the costumes, the music, the crystals, the way that everything seemed almost robotic in its perfection.

You’d been working on your makeup for what seemed like forever to Pale, he kept coming into the bathroom and trying to steal kisses, only to have you laugh and swat him away in the hope that he wouldn’t knock one of the many cosmetics off the narrow vanity.

“Alright Pale,” You called from the bathroom. “Time to get into your suit, it’s just about time to go.”

“Does that mean you’re done?”

He poked his head around the bathroom door.

You smiled brightly at him, face glittering in ways he wondered if he could replicate on his own. “Almost.”

“It looks really pretty. Don’t wear panties.”

He winked as he ducked out of the room, leaving you to finish off your lipstick. Laughing to yourself, you chased him out of the room. 

“Pale, wait.”

He groaned as you stepped into the bedroom. “What’s a guy to do when his girl looks this good, huh? I wanna kiss you but I don’t wanna displace anything,” He gestured to his face.

“Just be gentle.”

“Gentle, right,” He chuckled. “C’mere then.”

You smiled and pressed your lips to his, softly. His hand cupped the back of your neck and you could tell he was holding back. You appreciated it.

Slowly, you pulled away. “You gonna help me get into my dress?”

He groaned again. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me look like a beggar, next to you. You want me to pick out a necklace?” 

He pressed his lips to your neck from behind as you shimmied into the black velvet. Tenderly stroking the back of his hand over your back, he fastened the hook and eye before moving to the zip.

“Also, uh. The ballet goes pretty late tonight, and... It’s long, you know? So uh, if I get a little handsy, is that okay?”

He kissed your exposed upper back. You turned around to face him and stroked his cheek.

“Of course. As long as you don’t mind if I suck you off,” You smirked.

He hummed and leaned in to kiss you again. “Baby’s got a dirty mouth tonight, huh?”

You nodded. “But that’s okay?”

He kissed you, less restrained than last time, but still careful. As he pulled away, he nodded. 

“I won the lottery, huh? Pretty, smart, and asks nicely if I wanna have her lips around my cock. I’ll give you the thumbs up, alright?”

You hummed in affirmation. “And I’ll draw yes on your thigh.”

He nodded and hummed to himself as he searched through one of your drawers. “You feeling diamonds or pearls?”

“I’m feeling diamonds,” You smiled as Pale brought you the two options, one draped over each hand. 

“And one of these days I’ll ask ya about a matching ring,” Pale winked.

Pale’s leg bounced to the beat of the music, quick, a fight scene. His seat squeaked lightly with each movement, but he’d treated you to a box, rather than the tiered seats, so you didn’t think anyone could hear it.

It was, however, starting to irritate you a little bit. You could tell Pale was just anxious, thinking of the orchestra and conductor, knowing every coming note and hoping they’d hit them all perfectly.

You leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Pale, sweetheart, are we getting to that point in the show?”

He nodded, nodded again. Searching his eyes, you tried to remind him of the sign you’d agreed on earlier.

His eyebrows lifted in acknowledgement and he rested his fist on his knee, a thumbs up. There was something sexy about the way that he kept his eyes trained on the stage. If anyone were to glance at the box, all they’d see would be a woman admiring her man, and a man admiring the art.

You gently lowered yourself to the floor as Pale unzipped his dress pants. Your mouth started watering as his cock pushed past the fly. 

Cautiously, you gave his hard cock a few strokes, sizing it up and swiping your tongue around your mouth. He was big, there was no getting past that, so the prep was all but mandatory.

You kissed all over his shaft, let him shiver in the red velour seat. Your breath was hot on his cock as he squeezed the armrest. 

“Please,” He whispered. “C’mon, be nice.”

Without any further warning, you took a deep breath and let his cock sink into your throat. His fist flew to his mouth, and you couldn’t help but smile as you saw him pressing his teeth into his hand. His other hand lightly rested on your shoulder, guiding your pace.

You bobbed up and down, alternating your speed and how much of his cock you fit in your mouth. From experience, you knew Pale preferred it if you didn’t use your hands, so you always saw it as a challenge, tried to get all the way to the base without gagging or needing to breathe. 

As your nose neared his stomach, you noticed that he’d shaved most of his hair down there. Your heart beat a little harder, knowing he must have wanted the night to go exactly like this. It was sweet, that he’d done it without a fuss, thinking of your comfort even a day or two in advance.

You moaned softly around his cock, the music much louder than the sound. Pale probably didn’t hear it, but from the way his hips reflexively pressed towards your face, you could tell he’d felt it.

He mouthed an apology and stroked his thumb over your ear. His lips were pressed tightly together as his cock throbbed in your mouth. You guided his hand to your hair and encouraged him to set the pace. You loved the way his cock felt in your mouth, the way it tasted, but your jaw was starting to hurt.

He was still gentle, careful not to thrust too far into the back of your throat, but now that he was in control of the speed, you could tell he was starting to unravel. He tapped the back of your head rapidly, and you made eye contact with him, doing your best to nod without disrupting his erratic rhythm. You knew what that meant, another sign the two of you had agreed on, though this one was much older.

His tap meant he only had a moment or two left before he came, and if you didn’t want him to come down your throat, you should move. Your nod meant you wanted to swallow every bit of his spend. The way you looked, nodding with your lips stretched around his cock sent him over the edge, and his head tipped back, meeting the back of the seat as a choked moan struggled to make its way past his fist.

He was so far down your throat that you couldn’t really taste it, instead you just felt the warmth. You’d never tire of that feeling, knowing he was satisfied. 

Tenderly, he stroked your shoulders as he came down. You eased off his cock and stretched your jaw from side to side. 

You adjusted your dress and hair, then sat back down in your seat.

Pale tucked his cock back into his pants with a soft sigh and leaned over the armrest to whisper in your ear.

“I love you. You’re perfect.”

You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder. He held your hand and brushed his thumb over your knuckles. Somewhat awkwardly, he lifted his hips on one side and pulled something out of his pocket. You squinted in the dark and had to hold back a laugh when you recognized what it was.

Lovingly, you stroked his chest and accepted a mint. He kissed the side of your head and settled his arm around you. Adoration floated freely between the two of you as you watched the rest of the show. 

(pale’s suit, sorry the picture is so enormous lol)

[threeletterslife]

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→ summary: Not to get all philosophical, but life is just a rollercoaster from start to finish. You’re happy to say that you’ve been cruisin’ at the top for a while now. Who knows when you’ll hit rock bottom again? You’ve gotta live that nice life while it lasts. It’s just the question of who will join your fun...

→ genre: 85% fluff, 10% crack, 5% angst | text!au

→ warnings: profanity

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When you hear the three, loud knocks on the door, you nearly jump a mile into the air. Taking a final glance at your outfit in the full-length mirror by the front door, you deem yourself presentable—maybe even beautiful.

Your sparkly, black minidress seems to do wonders to accentuate the dips and curves in your body, and may you dare say your makeup looks fucking fantastic.

I totally did not dress up extra nice for Jimin.

But who are you kidding? You totally did dress up extra nice for Jimin.

The same person who is behind that door.

Though you've seen him countless times before, this just seems different... Your hand shakes slightly as you unlock your door and open it. And when you finally see Jimin standing right in front of you, you feel faint. He looks devilishly handsome in his all-black attire—you almost choke on your own spit when you realize he's wearing the black belt you'd gifted to him on Christmas. Your eyes meet his, and a wave of shock filters through your body.

"Y-You look beautiful..." he breathes.

You manage a choked giggle. "You don't look too shabby, yourself."

Jimin laughs loudly, putting a sassy hand on his hip. "Doesn't the belt look nice?"

"Stunning," you say. "Oh, sorry." You shake yourself out of your dreamlike daze. "You can come in if you want."

He nods, almost clumsily entering your house. It seems like he can't take his eyes off of you—or maybe that's your darned imagination. And as soon as he walks a few steps, Jimin grins. "Something smells good, Y/N. Have you been baking?"

"O-Oh!" you say. "Yeah, that's just the crème brûlée! Took me a shit ton of failed tries, but I got it! I'm supposed to bring it to the party."

"I love crème brûlée! Nice choice, Y/N," Jimin exclaims. "Oh, right!" He stops walking, pulling up a beautiful silver bag for you to see. "Before I stupidly forget... This is your belated Christmas present."

"Oh, Jimin," you mumble, but you're already reaching for the bag. "What is it?"

"You'll see," he grins. "Come to think of it, it'll go very nicely with your outfit."

You're all smiles as you take out a medium-sized box from the bag, which Jimin takes from you so you can open the box. Inside is probably the most beautiful necklace you've ever seen in your life. The kind of shit you never knew you needed until you saw it.

"Holy shit..." you breathe.

The diamonds twinkle so brightly, you have to look away after staring at the necklace for too long. "God... it's..." You can't even finish your sentence. "It's... it's fucking gorgeous. Thank you," you breathe.

"Here, it'll look even better on you," Jimin says, taking the necklace from you—his fingers brushing against yours—as he stands behind you to fasten it around your neck.

His hand lingers even after he hooks the necklace on, and you have to resist the sudden urge to twist around and kiss the shit out of that man.

Calm yourself, Y/N. Keep your hormones in check, goddamit.

When Jimin turns you around, a bright smile blossoms on his handsome face. "See? What did I tell you? Absolutely beautiful."

"T-Thank you," you stutter. "I don't even know if I can accept this, Jimin... I... This must've been so expensive..."

"Nah," Jimin laughs, waving a dismissive hand. "You deserve it, anyway."

"I...Wow." You're breathless as your fingers tangle around the sparkling cord of the necklace. "I can't even speak." You laugh, shaking your head. "It's just so beautiful... And like, unexpected. I thought I'd get a coffee mug or something. But a diamond necklace...?"

Maybe... He still loves me?

Jimin laughs, shrugging. "It looked nice on the display, and it reminded me of you."

"I remind you of diamond necklaces?"

"Uh, I... Yes?"

You shake your head, laughing as you carefully package your precious crème brûlée in a bag. "Oookay then," you snort. "Wanna get to the party?"

"Would I ever!"

But as soon as you arrive at the doorstep with Jimin awkwardly by your side, you're swept away by your friends. Conversations and fun carry on until it's ten minutes 'til midnight.

"Y/N! Where did you get that necklace? It's beautiful!" Uvin gushes as the rest of your friends giggle and admire it as well. "Maybe... a gift? From a special man?" She gives you suggestive glances at Jimin, who's looking especially fine as he laughs heartily with Jin and his other friends.

You steal a couple more glances at the beautiful man before replying, "yeah, it's from him."

The ladies swoon.

"How did you know?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "Does relationship counseling open up another dimension for you or something?"

Uvin giggles, waving a dismissive hand. "Nah, I've always just been observant. Stand close to him before the countdown and he's definitely going to kiss you!" She wiggles her eyebrows at you. "Unless you don't want to be kissed by him."

"Y/N would be crazy not to be kissed by Park Jimin," Hyori says, shaking her head.

"Weren't they a huge thing a year ago?"

"No, I heard they broke up after some fidelity issues."

"Really?"

"Oh, shit. But they're recovering feelings for each other again?"

"I suppose so. You don't just gift anyone a goddamn diamond necklace."

"Also I got him a high-end belt," you butt in, grinning. "He's wearing it."

The ladies swoon again.

"It's crazy how you two aren't a thing yet," Uvin says.

"I'm too scared he doesn't think the same." You shrug. "I've waited a year. I can wait for more if I have to..."

Uvin sighs. "You must be pulling my leg. Of course he—"

"Babyyy!!!" Jin calls from halfway across the room.

"Coming, babe!!!" Uvin calls back. Her face breaks out in a delighted grin. "Be back, ladies. My man's calling!" With that, she practically sashays right into Jin's waiting arms.

You sigh, looking dreamily at the happy couple. You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss the feeling of being tucked into someone's loving arms. With that in mind, you slyly glance at Jimin, only to find him looking right at you. Startled, you try to look away. But he starts walking towards you.

And once he's by your side: "I still stand by what I said when I picked you up."

You flush bright pink. "W-What did you say when you picked me up?"

"Well, that, uh, you're beautiful," Jimin says. He awkwardly scratches the back of his head. "I mean, that necklace looks really beautiful on you."

"Thank you." You blush. "I... Er, so... You have a new years kiss planned?"

God, Y/N. What the fuck.

"Unfortunately, no one lined up for the proposition," Jimin snorts. "So, as far as I know, no. I don't."

You laugh at his choice of words. "Honestly, me too."

There's an awkward silence that lasts a beat longer than you would've liked.

"So, um..." Jimin starts. "It's almost midnight."

He's right. Two minutes til.

"Wanna be my wine buddy?" you blurt out.

"What?"

"We clink our glasses and drink when the clock strikes twelve," you suggest. "Wine buddies."

Jimin smiles, quickly maneuvering over to the empty kitchen to find two wine glasses and an opened bottle of wine. "I thought you'd never ask."

There's a minute left.

You fumble to keep the glasses steady as Jimin begins to pour the wine in. Your hands brush together. Then, they touch.

Thirty seconds.

Slowly, you look up at him. And he looks at you right back.

Twenty seconds.

He takes a step closer, and you refuse to step away.

Ten seconds.

You can feel the tension.

Nine.

His head dips towards yours.

Eight.

You can hear the insistent cheers in the other room.

Seven.

You revel in the fact that it's just you and Park Jimin, here. In this empty kitchen.

Six.

You clutch at his warm hands.

Five.

He pulls you closer than you already are.

Four.

You can feel his warm breath on your lips.

Three.

He closes his eyes.

Two.

You close your eyes.

One.

He kisses you.

The wine glasses are long forgotten. And the kiss marks the start of the new year.

[evolsinner]

⊱┊18

“you know, it was supposed to be just us.” mr killian has his focus on the road. “but my parents only visit once a month, today being that day. regardless if i’m free or not, i gotta work with their schedule, so i figured might as well take you with me.”

“are your parents austere? ‘cause i can relate,” i say.

‘austere’? wtf, who even says that nowadays?!

“austere,” he repeats with a chuckle.

i cringe. god, you’re embarrassing, rosé.

“you’ve been working on your vocab, haven’t ya?”

“well, something gives me the motivation for that, sir,” i reply.

rosé, omg, shut up!

he glances at me with this intrigued look.

i give him a flirty smile which just comes out cringey asf instead.

“one rule for tonight, luv, it’s now isaac for you.”

“isaac,” i say his first name for the first time in front of him; such an orgasmable name.

“but, uh, what if someone sees us, sir?”

“‘sir’? what did i just tell ya, kitten.”

kitten?

“i~isaac,” my throat goes dry.

“you’re okay,” he chuckles. “hm, pay no mind to that. my parents aren’t your typical kind. they have a lavish taste, so we won’t be going to the local restaurants around here.”

did he just call the rest of us cheap? cool.

“personally, if you ask me,” his cute dimple forms, “i think they’re just too doltish to recognise they’re being ripped off.”

i shouldn’t have, but i laugh, though he joins in.

-ˋˏ ༻🍷༺ ˎˊ-

a call comes from sir’s phone as he’s searching for a free parking spot. he glances at the caller id and sighs before answering it with forced assertiveness.

“yeah, mum, we’re almost there.”

mum.

it’s weird hearing him say ‘mum’.

wait,

why on earth am i turned on all of a sudden?

“yes, i know, see you in a bit.” he ends the call. “we’re ‘late’ apparently,” he informs me, finding it amusing.

“w~what if they don’t like me? what if they know that i’m your student or~”

“relax, baby. if anything, you look mature for your age ~ a good thing, that is.”

really?

“you ready?”

“let’s do this,” i force my confidence.

“wait, hold on, i almost forgot.” sir stops me from getting out and lifts up the armrest compartment. “this is for you,” he pulls out a flat square case and hands it to me.

“what is it?”

“well, that kinda defeats the purpose, doesn’t it? go on, open it, sweetheart.”

i flip open the leather case and a dazzling black diamond necklace greets me. sir adores the awe that comes with my reaction.

“i know how you don’t like normal things, so i made sure to have all the big diamonds in black.”

“thank you, but no thank you,” i quickly close the lid again.

“what?” he seems offended. “no, no, hang on,” he stops my fidgety fingers and takes the case from me. “let me put it on for you.”

the necklace rests perfectly around my neck, cold and heavy, except it is his fingers brushing against my pale skin that makes me quiver the most.

“you really shouldn’t have,” i bring my hand up to the necklace.

as he’s fastening the lobster claw clasp, i run my fingers along the stones, glancing down at them. the black diamonds are in the shape of a pear with little round white diamonds framing it. i feel like a gothic princess.

“but i did,” he replies acutely. “so quit your humility or i might just get you another one.” he opens the door and tells me to, “wait,” before closing it.

why?

he goes around the front and opens the door for me. oh. i keep forgetting he’s a man and not a boy.

“let’s go,” he smiles.

we enter the sumptuous double~story restaurant.

“this way,” he takes my hand in his.

he does this so smoothly that i swear i was melting under ginormous chandeliers right there and then. up a double row of stairs with a velvet carpet paving the way we go. white curtains are separated and glass sliding doors are parted for the incoming guests.

sir walks me out onto a huge candlelit wooden balcony. yellowy and mellowy, tables amongst tables with a view of a dark empyreal lake fills my vision. from the look on the guests’ faces, they are bored out of their minds at their surroundings. for me, on the other hand, it’ll take me an eternity to get used to this.

strangely enough, i see a few of the beautiful girls’ dates staring at me. that’s a first... sir lets go of my hand and places it on the small of my entire exposed backside and pulls me closer to himself. haha, protective. i like it.

“isaac,” a woman with rich brunette hair done up in a huge low bun updo stands up.

“mother,” sir lets go of me to embrace her.

next to her, sits a salt and pepper haired man in a matching grey suit and a black turtleneck. he nods at mr killian, not bothering in taking the effort to get up.

“father,” sir nods back before standing next to me again. “this is rosé, rosé blackburn,” he gazes at me, “my date for tonight.”

i give an awkward smile to his parents, “um, hi?”

they both look young for their age; just like their son.

“‘rosé’,” the mother returns the smile with tight lips, “beautiful name ~ like the alcohol, isn’t it?”

the number of times i’ve gotten this...i nod.

she stares me down like i don’t belong here; lol, i don’t.

“very well, shall we begin?” the father promptly chips in, covering up for his wife’s obvious distaste in me.

“yes, of course,” the wife puts more enthusiasm in her voice. “please, both of you, sit down.”

sir pulls out a seat for me and says, “after you,” with a warm smile.

“i’ve already ordered you your favourite, isaac,” the mother says gleefully. “as for the missus...” she glances at me awkwardly, then at her husband.

“i picked out something quite fulfilling for you,” the father informs me. “don’t worry, it isn’t salad.”

guess this was a joke as the parents burst into laughter. wow, hilarious, guess i’ll laugh along too. i look across at sir. he has his fingers across his mouth, smiling, however, the smile doesn’t reach his eyes.

a waiter refills the mother’s glass with red wine as another asks isaac, “cahrbennet sauvignahn, monsieur?” in a heavy french accent.

“non,” isaac waves his hand, “la dame et moi aurons une bouteille de votre meilleur dom pèrigon rosé, s’il vous plaît,” he winks at me.

“oui,” the waiter nods. “i’ll be right bahck weeth your chahmpagne, monsieur ahnd mademoiselle.”

since when did he speak baguette?!

“son...” the dad says.

“dear...” the mum says.

“gee, it’s fine, you guys,” sir lowkey rolls his eyes at them, “you can put it on my tab.”

our food arrives shortly after that, and the dad was right, this does look fulfilling as fuck. i lick my lips, not mad at all. sorry, isaac, step aside.

“so, rosé,” the mum begins chopping up her steak, “darl’, if you don’t mind my asking, how old are you?”

sir and i freeze.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #289

“life by life / waste to waste / i’m the harbinger, the master of decay”

How often do you watch the news? Never. Would you rather read the news online? Yeah. Speaking of being online, what website do you visit the most? YouTube. Have you ever held a snake? Plenty. Ever caught a turtle? What about a crawfish? Turtles, yes, as a kid. Please do not take animals out of the wild for no good reason, people. I never touched crawfish because they looked scary lmao. Have you ever eaten gumbo? Idk what that is. Or do you not like spicy food? I enjoy spicy food, but not nearly as much as when I was a teen. Back then, I loved the adrenaline rush, now I just wanna enjoy my food like a normal person, lol. Do you own a bottle of hand sanitizer? Do you like how it smells? Does anyone NOT at this time? Or even before, really? But anyway, no, I don't like the smell. Do you own a pool table? What about an air hockey table? Or a foosball table? Okay so one of the coolest things we had when I was younger was this table that had different "tops" to change out to turn it into various games like these. Like, it was all in one. I don't THINK we still have it? Do you live with your parents? Are you cool with that? I live with my mom, and right now, it's the better idea for many reasons. I feel like shit about it, though. I'm nearly 25. Even if I was financially independent though, I would not be able to handle living all alone with my depression and all. When did/when do you want to move out? Hopefully when I have a stable job and long-term relationship. Have you ever been on a cruise? No. Are you better at catching or throwing? Probably throwing. I can't catch for shit. Do you ever play computer games? Just WoW nowadays. Did you used to have a lunchbox? Yeah, I went through a few. How often do you/did you bring your lunch to school? Whenever I didn't like what was on the menu. And mind you, I was and still am very picky. What was/is your favorite school lunch? I think the chicken sandwiches. When was the last time you wore a hat? What kind of hat was it? Oh yikes, who on Earth knows. It has to have been years. Maybe a Carolina Hurricanes one to a hockey game I went to with Dad. I don't really wear hats. Have you ever tried to ghost hunt? If so, did you catch anything? No. Do you prefer gold or silver? What about diamonds or pearls? Earrings or bracelets? Necklace or rings? Or are you not a jewelry person? Gold; diamonds; earrings; rings (I think). I don't care all that much about jewelry, though. Have you ever made jewelry? Not really, just kiddy crafts stuff. Do you have any unique hobbies? Meerkat RP. Have you ever broken a window? If so, what with? I don't believe so, no. Have you ever had surgery? If so, what on? Yeah. I had tubes put in my ears as a kid, and I had a cyst removed from... directly above my ass lmaoooo. Pilonidal cysts are awesome. Do you know any boys named Ashley or Lesley or Lynn? I don't believe so. Do you prefer coffee or hot chocolate? Hot chocolate, for sure. Do you like green tea? Tea is gross. Do you like to play Freecell? What about Hearts? Or Mahjong? I only know Mahjong, and I've never played that. I used to watch Mom play it on the computer as a kid, though. Idr the rules. Does your family own guns? No. Have you ever been given flowers? Were they from a relative or someone special? Both. Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle? No, and I doubt I will. I'm not like... really scared of them, as a matter of fact they seem really fun, they're just too risky for my liking. Have you ever seen a dead body? At an open-casket wake, yes. What does your umbrella look like? It's just an ordinary black one. Is anyone you know pregnant? HOLY FUCK, I think 90% of my Facebook friends are preggo. It seems like EVERYONE is expecting. Ha, one of my closest friends is legit pregnant with triplets after JUST having a son... She's in for a ride. Does your family do reunion gatherings? No, we're too spread out. What would you order to drink if you were in a bar right now? A strawberry sangria sounds pretty great. When was the last time you had a first kiss? I'm guessing you mean like, my first kiss with the last person I was with? A few summers ago when we were out on the porch making s'mores and dancing like some cheesy fucks lmao. How many homes have you ever lived in? If you don't count the apartment I wasn't an official resident of or staying with a friend for a month due to homelessness, we just moved into our fifth. Or sixth. It's too early when I'm taking this for math. Have you ever donated money to charity? Yeah. What’s your favourite type of exercise? Swimming. How many jobs have you had? Three or four... I'm not even sure because they were so incredibly short because fuck me and my anxiety, right? Who do you stalk the most through Facebook? Nobody. Have you ever deleted your Facebook, then brought it back? No. Write the first song that pops into your head: Well, I'm listening to "Freak On a Leash" right now. Has anything interesting come for you in the mail lately, besides bills? Nah. What is your main responsibility each day? Making sure my cat has food, water, and a clean litterbox. Do you feel like you fulfill those responsibilities? Yeah. I've slacked on the box before on bad mental health days where I can barely force myself to do anything, but I'm usually on top of it. Were you in the wrong during your last argument with someone? I don't recall what my last argument was. I think something w/ Mom. What bands did you used to love, that you don’t listen to much anymore? Hm. It's pretty rare I leave behind bands I've LOVED, so. Are you counting down to anything? tomorrow crihmus When was the last time you used spray paint? Oh, I have no idea. Maybe for an art project in HS? What color are the chairs at your kitchen table? Brown. Have you ever or do you plan on donating to any charities? Which ones? I've donated to some you would like pass by in the store if I had some spare coins or dollars on me, and when I cut my hair to as short as it is now, I donated it all to Children With Hair Loss. One of my most cherished memories is getting the certificate that it was used. I'm sure there's more, especially for school, but idr them. I 110% want to donate to charity streams when I have my own income source. Do you believe that life only gets harder or easier? I mean, this depends on your unique life. Do you know the middle name of the last person you kissed? Hm. I don't think Girt has a middle name, and I don't think Tyler ever told me because he was embarrassed by it. I know Sara's. Have you ever had sex with 2 different people in the same week? No. Who is the friendliest person you know? Probably my friend Girt. Last song you listened to? "Milk and Cookies" by Melanie Martinez is on rn. Something that annoys you about summer: Just ONE thing???? Just about everything does. The only thing I enjoy is all the flowers. Well hell, that's even mostly a spring thing. It's mostly just... plain green in the summer. At least here. Too hot for damn flowers to survive. Something that annoys you about winter: The fact that if it snows here, we get barely anything at all. e_e Are the doors of your fridge side by side or on top of one another? Side by side. When was the last time you burned a body part other than your hands/fingers? I actually just burned the roof of my mouth yesterday. If you’ve moved out of the house you were born in, do you know the people who live in that house now? Nope. What’s one food that you eat more than twice a week? Definitely some form of bread. Do you like zombie movies? No opinion, really. What's the grossest/worst thing you’ve ever seen in a public restroom? UGH. This one time I was in the bathroom with Colleen (it's a girl thing lmao) at a gas station, she did what she normally does and checks under the seat, aND IT WAS COVERED IN BLOOD. It was fucking disgusting. What’s the most wasteful thing you regularly do? Ugh... use plastic bags when disposing of Roman's "business" in the litterbox. I feel absolutely awful using one every other day. If I wait any longer than that, Mom gets mad. What’s the most difficult apology you’ve ever had to give? Probably to Jason via that letter. That honestly wasn't that difficult after having fully accepted I fucked up too, though. I don't generally find it hard to apologize when I know I was wrong. Have you ever volunteered in a hospital? If not, would you ever want to? Fuck no. They depress the hell out of me. What was your worst Halloween costume? Idk, I don't remember almost any of mine. When was the first time you can remember feeling mature? When I checked into the doctor by myself. Yes, I know how sad that is at nearly 25. Have you ever had a disappointing Christmas, or any disappointing holiday if you don’t celebrate Christmas? As a kid, there was just one where I was disappointed in what I got. SO fucking ungrateful looking back on that shit. I can't even imagine feeling anything like that now. I cherish Christmas deeply, especially now with nieces and a nephew who experience such joy at Christmastime, and I get to see my dad and his wife and stepson, too. At this age, it truly is about family to me. Do you have any character bandaids in your house right now, or just plain ones? I think we may have some princess ones and some "boy" kind for if the kids are ever over. AKA never because their dad is far more concerned about only including his family in their lives. I don't think Ryder's ever even visited our house, and he's like, four years old. My sister's husband's parents live directly down their road, but still. It hurts Mom and I a lot that we don't seem to matter when it comes to visiting *us*. Have you ever had to give a pet away? Yeah, plenty of times with our old cat nest. What's the junkiest junk food you’ve ever eaten? I dunno, probably something at Disney as a kid. Did you play pretend a lot as a child? Were there any recurring plots or themes? Yeah. I had my "good guys" - a family of alligators, deer (um they were married and had kids don't ask me, man), and some Pokemon figurines - and three big dinos that were the "bad guys." How do you feel about runny egg yolks? Egg yolk is fucking repulsive. The one and only way it's going down my throat is in scrambled eggs. Has a teacher ever tried to teach you something that was undeniably wrong? Not that I remember. If for some reason you had to give up one of your hobbies, which would you choose? I dunno, I have so few already... Maybe World of Warcraft? I almost quit it recently anyway because I was bored and yet it took up so much of my time, but it'd be hard now with a new expansion having just come out with soooo much to do. Man... I dunno. Have you ever hidden a relationship from your family? No. How much do you know about first aid? No more than the average joe, really. Which of your relatives do you know the least about? Sadly, probably my dad's oldest daughter. I know only two things about her with certainty. Have you ever meditated? If so, did it do anything for you? Yes, and all it does is make me fidgety and lets me think too much. When was the last time you got ice cream from a truck? Hm... maybe when I was at a beach when I was on vacation with a friend? I was like, a pre-teen then though, so it's been forever. Do you know any sex workers? If so, how do they feel about their job? Not that I'm aware of. And honestly, I have mixed feelings, but I think I lean more towards it being just fine so long as boundaries are set and there are very clear understandings with each other. And you ABSOLUTELY need to be safe about it. I'd far rather people get off with a consenting individual than in... y'know, other ways. It's not my business, anyway. What’s the biggest art project you’ve ever attempted? How did it go? In high school, I did a huge acrylic painting on burlap of meerkats grooming. I am to this day still so proud of it; I worked so hard on it. I love how the fur came out, especially. I do wish I could do over the background, though. What kind of wild animals do you see most frequently where you live? Excluding the obvious birds, there are tons of squirrels, and you see opossum and racoon roadkill a lot, tragically... Every now and then, you'll see deer in fields in the morning or dusk. Have you ever cooked anything other than s’mores over a fire? Yeah, hot dog.s Are there any items in your house that you use for something other than its intended purpose? I'm positive there's something. Probably everyone has an example. OH! Looking in just my room, Venus' terrarium has saran wrap covering the top to help keep humidity in. What do you hope the afterlife is like? Really, I go back and forth between hoping it's like... this state of nirvana and where you reunite with loved ones and experience infinite peace if deserved, or just the entire lack of existence anymore. I wonder sometimes if I'd want to be sentient forever. But, with me believing in a spirit realm, I don't think the latter is the case. What’s the worst behavior you’ve ever seen from a child? I think I once saw a kid smack their parent's arm or something? I don't really know. Have you ever planned an act of revenge? "No, but i daydream about it." <<<< Ha, yeah, I have. Do you and your parents share any of the same hobbies? Yeah. Mom surprised me when she told me she likes writing (even though I never see her do it), and Dad likes video games. Do you have any physical photo albums? Yes. Would you feel comfortable working at a sex shop? NOPE. Who was the worst friend you ever had? It's funny, Colleen did incredible things for me, but she also fits this description, too... Have you ever campaigned for a political candidate, or otherwise played an active role in an election? I mean, I voted, does that count? What’s the coolest hand-me-down you’ve ever gotten? What about the best one you’ve ever given? I have no idea. Do your parents and grandparents get along with each other? Dad got along perfectly fine with his parents, but my mom and her mother had a rocky history. Grammy treated her awfully sometimes. They'd been fine for many, many years, but Mom could never forget some things and always felt like she wasn't "good enough" in her eyes. I'm pretty sure Mom got along just fine with her dad. Do you have any framed photos of your pet(s)? Yes. Do you share photos of your pet(s) on social media? Um, duh. In 3 words, describe the last male you talked to. Who WAS the last guy I talked to... Do you own any of your favorite films on DVD? Which one(s)? No. Have you watched anything on Netflix lately? No. The last thing I did on Netflix was watch the first episode of The Witcher, and even though I liked it, I didn't continue. I just... don't enjoy watching TV, especially if it really requires you to pay attention. Have you ever heard someone snoring and thought it sounded cute? Besides animals, no. Are you particular about what you eat? In what way(s)? Yeah, I'm VERY picky, especially with textures. Is anyone close to you particular about what they eat? In what way(s)? Yes, my niece. She's autistic and has the symptom of being incredibly picky with things like textures, too. She is the one child I have ever known that doesn't really like eating. Is there someone in your life who can always make you smile? Always, no. Have you worn lipstick at any time recently? What color? No. I last wore black forever ago just to take pictures. Do you like wearing eyeshadow to match the color of your clothes? No; in the very rare instance I put on makeup, the eyeshadow is always black. What song reminds you of your childhood? Jesse McCartney songs, for sure. And Backstreet Boys. What’s your least favorite month? Maybe August. I'm sick and beyond tired of summer by that point. Nothing exciting going on. What do you do when you’re bored in class and not paying attention to the teacher? When I was in school, I honestly always paid attention because I wanted to pass. Have you ever baked a pie? No. Last person you shared food with? Mom. Do you know any mechanical stuff about cars? Definitely not. Were you smiling in the last picture taken of you? I don't think so, if that witchy photoshoot was the last time I had a pic taken of me. Do you answer the phones at your job? I did at two old jobs. Were you a hyper or mellow kid? I was kinda hyper. What are you drinking? Would you believe me if I answered "water"????? Did you get any compliments today? No. What last made you laugh? I think a moment in a WoW stream I was watching last night. Which of your friends is the easiest to talk to? Sara. What was your best summer ever? /shrug Do you have a favourite sibling? No. What color is the blanket/quilt on your bed? Navy and black. Favorite milkshake flavour? Just chocolate. Sometimes I'm in the mood for vanilla, though. Best year of your life? 2017. It's funny how that year started with a suicide attempt but wound up being the best year of my life. NEVER hestitate to reach out for help when you need it. How loud do you like your music in the car? Too loud lmao. Prefer to write or read? Write. Favourite apps? Pokemon GO, haha. What is a fruit you refuse to eat? Absolutely refuse? Maybe like, cantaloupe. Would you rather gain weight or lose weight? It'd to fuckin fantastic if I could lose 100 pounds. :^) I gained like thirty since moving... Would you rather gain height or lose height? Gain a tiny bit, I guess? But I'm fine with where I'm at. Are both your eyes the same color? Yes. Do you like glittery things? Yes, but not touching them and getting glitter everywhere. Ever watched a play in the theatre? Yes, at Disney World and also for school field trips. How many followers do you have on instagram? A depressing amount for someone desperately trying to be a photographer lmaooo. I mean I don't post on it a lot, so that doesn't help, but yeah. My secondary photography account (for roadkill/vulture culture stuff) has more than my main one. How about twitter? Don't use it. How much would I have to pay you to get you to do karaoke? I don't know, I'd be terrified of embarrassing myself. Last time you went ice skating? Never. Painting or drawing? Drawing, by far. Art or science? Now that's tough, but art. Dancing or singing? Dancing. History or geography? Geography is interesting. Favourite season? Autumn. Do you watch Supernatural? I did up to the end of Season 6. I loved it, I just was losing interest in TV, and also Jason and I broke up (we always watched it together) so I didn't want to watch something triggering memories. If you could change your eye color would you? Yes, to either a pure sapphire blue or emerald green. Are both your ears pierced? Yes. Are you lying down? Yes. Is there a tv in your room? No. Do you celebrate Thanksgiving? Yeah. Do you like fortune cookies? Yeah, they're oddly tasty. Do you have anxiety? You fuckin bet I do. Favorite clothing shop? RebelsMarket. How do you feel about peeing in a cup at the hospital? Is it embarrassing? No? It's too normal to be embarrassing. I mean I wrap toilet paper around it so you don't actually see, y'know, but I'm not embarrassed carrying that. Do you prefer fruit or vegetables? Fruit, by a long shot. What do you hate being called? "Bee." An old best friend who did nothing but lie about her entire life called me that. What color is the last car you were in? White. Ever studied abroad? No. Ever pulled out a tooth? Yeah, when I was a kid. Three celebrity crushes? Mark Fischbach, Link Neal, Hannah Hart. Ever been married? No. Are you proud of yourself? In most ways, no. Do you like grapes? Yep. How often do you cook for your family? Never. Is anyone in your family a lawyer? My cousin is, actually. Is anyone in your family an architect? Don't think so. Own any crystals? No. Favourite thing to write with? (pen, pencil, highlighter) Pencil. Top 5 favourite alcoholic drinks? I don't know, I haven't tried enough that I actually enjoy. Would you date someone bald? Yeah. Would you date someone who doesn’t want kids? I don't want kids either, so that's the only kind of person I'd date. That's something you can't really disagree on if you plan on lasting. Do you like candles? Sure. Favorite memory with a sibling? I dunno, probably something from when we were little kids playing together.

[mattelektras]

Yo bich you see bop yet? I wanna know ur thoughts

I HAVE n i got thoughts a plenty 

GOOOOOOOOOOOD

the soundtrack has me losing my fucking mind???? diamonds???? that slowed down hit me w your best shot????? a chef kiss does not do it justice 

COSTUMES...... all of harley’s looks were so mismatched and colourful and fun and holy shit ms lance kick me in the face w those gold boots and bellbottoms. even black mask and co’s???? gaudy ass shirts are in fact the way to be a good villain

all of the women had their own backstory completely separate from one another and they all had their motivations which is SO RARE in a team movie. you usually just get one main character with a plot and the rest of them just work around that

fucked up and they deserved to die the way they did but gay sionis and zsaz was a whole experience in itself

u kind of got a glimpse of the gotham rogues dynamic too which is what i feel like ALL batman movies have been missing. like harley going to black mask’s club, mask hanging w zsaz, mentioning being arrested by batman like it’s a tuesday, the police finding harley’s necklace and being like well fuck theyve broken up again because that just happens every 5 minutes in this shithole

im so glad they fought so hard for the higher age rating like women swearing every other word and being vulgar and kicking teeth out of people’s heads is just a good time for me 

but that being said it wasnt all gimmicky and jokey like. these women all banding together to protect a young girl, the scene at the club witht he woman dancing on the table and dinah just having to stand there and watch having previously sung this is a man’s world was so fucking. idk chilling??? is that the word im looking for??? it was such an uncomfortable scene to watch and thats the point of it 

dinah was really the heart of the movie for me like. i feel like there wouldve been some value in it being told from dinah’s point of view but i get why they did it how they did. but yeah. dinah’s the star for me 

lesbian renee!!!!!!! her plot in the story was so much more than i thought it would be. dealing w men taking credit for her work. have to work with an ex whilst trying to keep her priorities straight. seeing that maybe the law isnt where she belongs

when harley was tied up by black mask and got backhanded and showed like. no emotion whatsoever and spaced out into whatever that was. like. u get the vibe she’s used to that kind of thing and this whole movie really does make you feel for her and see for a fact that the joker is a piece of shit. and seeing harley try so hard to move away from him is so MUCH

HARLEY’S SCENE IN THE POLICE PRECINCT.... W HER DUMBASS WEAPONS AND PINK AND BLUE SMOKE...... MWAH

i do still have issues like it wasnt perfect in regards to a lot of things like. i still think white helena was unnecessary and regressive. i like how accurate her story was in terms of the comics but theres no reason why we had to go back years and have her be white

cass..... was just not there like i dont know who that girl was but she wasnt cass. she was a good character i enjoyed her parts of the story but there was literally nothing about her apart from being asian and a young girl that she had in common with cass. her disability was gone, she had none of her skills, her parentage wasnt even alluded to. she was a criminal!!!!! cass’ thing has always been that despite what she’s been forced to do she is a good person through and through and has bruce’s black and white mentality 

BUT ANYWAY. i loved it i had fun. you can really tell that margot and co put so much love into this movie and into harley’s character and they worked so hard to make it was they envisioned

and we all know damn fuckin well if it had deadpool on the posters the box office wouldve been very different 

[babyboy-cody]

unrequited (PART TWO)

PAIRING: Michael/Fem!Reader, Roman/Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N seeks solace at a coffee shop and becomes acquaintances with a young gentleman that made her feel alive again.

WARNINGS: heavy arguments, mentions of past miscarriage, michael being a fucking asshole, roman being a fucking flirt, fluff towards the end

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

The day slowly ticked by. The silence in the house seemed deafening. Y/N tried to do anything to keep her hands busy. She switched around Aurora’s room, cleaned the large kitchen, organized her wardrobe, read a few pages of her favorite novel Misery. Nothing seemed to have satisfied her overbearing loneliness. Aurora sat on the carpeted living room floor, but she was too engrossed in her play blocks to realize her mother’s silent battle.

An idea struck her and a small smile graced her soft lips. Y/N bent down to pick up Aurora, the small child letting a weak cry of protest, but soon directed her attention to Y/N’s necklace, as always. The young woman carefully made her way up the stairs with a pep in her step. Her heart fluttered with excitement. She gently placed Aurora on the large bed of the master bedroom and walked to her towering wardrobe. She pulled out her favorite silk slip.

Y/N removed her clothing and left on her white lace panties. As she placed the silk dress over her body, she remembered all the times her and Michael used to go out. The looks he gave her were tender and the lingering touches on her skin always made her flush and giggle like a little school girl. But now, the looks he gave her were cold and the lingering touches on her skin were too rough and made her swallow with uneasiness.

“Mama!” Aurora whimpered.

Y/N directed her attention to the small child laying on the bed. Aurora wiggles as she tried to sit up, weakly crying out and grasping the air. Y/N laughs softly and gentle sits her up again.

“Did you fall again, little one?” Y/N softly asks her with a smile and lightly stroked her chubby cheek. “Silly baby. You’re just like you’re…”

She trailed off as a distant look clouds her eyes. Her heart suddenly feels too heavy in her chest and her throat becomes dry. Y/N takes a seat on the edge as she keeps an eye on Aurora. She lets out a quiet sigh.

“Why am I even trying?” She quietly asks herself.

“Where are you going?” She suddenly hears Michael ask, causing her to jump and gasp.

“Y–You nearly gave me a heart attack!” She exclaimed and pressed her hand down onto her quickly beating heart.

“Where are you going?” Michael asks again as he takes a step into the room.

Y/N stands and smoothens out her dress. She shuffled on her feet and twiddles her fingers nervously. Michael’s hard stare doesn’t make it any better for her.

“I–I was thinking that we could go out to dinner…like old times,” Y/N quietly told him. “I was about to call Patty and ask if she can babysit Aurora for a few hours.”

Michael stays quiet.

“D–Do you like the dress?” Y/N looks down at herself with a soft blush. “It’s the same one I wore when you…proposed.”

Michael looks down at her and tilts his head to the side. He places his arms behind his back.

“It makes you skin look flat. You need to change up your hair some time, darling. Plus, the dress just doesn’t…fit you like it used to,” Michael tells her.

Y/N chokes on a gasp at Michael’s words. Her eyes burned with thick tears as her chin wobbled. A long tear slid down her flushed cheeks as her skin prickles with embarrassment.

“W–Why do you tr–treat me like this, Michael?” She whimpers. “What have I e–ever done to you to make you h–hate me so goddamn much?”

Michael sighs with frustration and punches the bridge of his nose as he mumbles, “Not this again.”

“I am a damn good wife. I am a damn good mother!” She cries out as more tears roll down her cheeks.

Aurora’s attention is now set on the two people she loves most in the world. She lets out a quiet whimper at the sight of her distressed mother. Michael’s head snaps up at Y/N’s words.

“A good mother? You want to talk about being a good mother? Why don’t you tell that to our last child? Talk about being a damn good mother,” he spits, eyes filled with fury.

“How…dare you bring that up! We both know it wasn’t my fault!” Y/N sobs at the mention of her unborn child: her little boy Thomas.

“Of course it’s your fault! You’re so fucking stupid sometimes. I don’t even know why I married you to begin with. All you do is fucking nag me and I’m sick of it!” Michael roared and slammed his hand down on the dresser. “I work every damn day to provide for you. I paid for this house, I paid for the food you eat, I paid for the clothes on your back, I paid for every fucking useless toy for that little girl. And what do I get? Huh? Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing! So don’t you ever stand there and ask me to play dress up with you because news flash, babe! I will never associate myself with someone like you in public. Do you understand me?”

Y/N can’t breathe. She staggers and takes a shaky seat on the bed as she covers her face and sobs in her trembling hands. She couldn’t believe the cruel words spewing from her husband’s once sweet lips. They stabbed at her broken heart and punched her in the stomach. Her throat felt raw as her eyes stung. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be happening. She whispered the mantra under her breath and let out another sob. Michael stands there panting heavily as he stares down at his hysterical wife and his confused daughter. His hands shook in his fists as the fire in his eyes didn’t distinguish.

“Don’t wait up for me,” he rasped and left the bedroom.

Y/N whimpered brokenly as she hears the front door slam shut. Aurora lets out a small huff and mumbles incoherently. Y/N hiccups and presses her hand against her chest. There was a slight pinch and pull as it made her wince. It nearly knocked the breath out of her. She shakily inhaled and exhaled as it passed. Aurora lets out another series of jumbled words. Y/N looks at her through swollen eyes and gives her a weak smile.

“It’s you and me again, little one,” she hoarsely whispers.

There’s small chatter coming from almost filled cafe. The lights are dim, casting glows and gentle shadows on the walls. There’s light laughter and the occasional bell dinging, signaling another customer. Y/N and Aurora day at a table in the corner. Y/N had a small iced latte while Aurora drank a small cup of apple juice, since orange juice always makes her gassy. Y/N hadn’t stopped crying during the walk to the cafe. When she had entered the small restaurant and ordered the drinks, she tried not to have a mental breakdown when the barista gave her an iced caramel macchiato instead of an iced latte. It wasn’t a big deal, and she apologized profusely when her tears came. She became the center of attention and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The barista felt terrible and gave the drinks to her for free.

Y/N sips slowly and runs her free hand down Aurora’s light blonde strand, the baby’s hair always being so soft from her sweet smelling shampoos. Aurora lets out a small hum and continued to play the baby games Y/N downloaded on her phone. A small tears happened to make its way down Y/N’s cheek, and so she sniffled and quickly wipes it away.

“Excuse me,” she hears the softness of a male’s voice coming from next to the table.

She looks up and her lips part in awe. There stands a man with a large hand wrapped around a large cup of a steaming beverage. He offers a small smile, his rosy lips lifting. With the light casting down at him, she can see how green his eyes are. She’s never seen a color like that. She’s so used to the boring brown and cliché blue. His hair is chestnut brown and looks so incredibly soft to touch.

“Huh?” She mumbles and shakes herself from her thoughts to rub her forward. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he laughs softly. “Um, are you using that chair?”

“Please, go ahead!” She offers him a weak smile.

The man hesitated for a moment. His emerald eyes looked between the beautiful woman that captured him and her precious child.

“Do you mind if I sit with you? I mean, if you’re not alone,” he asks her.

Y/N looks up at him with wide, swollen eyes. She offers him a small shrug and motions for him to sit. Aurora’s attention is directed to the man. She looks away from the phone and studies him with furrowed brows. He laughs and waves at her.

“This is Aurora,” Y/N softly says and strokes her blonde hair. “And I’m Y/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you…”

“Roman…Godfrey,” he says and outstretches his hand for her to shake, and she does.

A small shiver rolls up her hand and enters her arm. It causes goosebumps to rise on her bare skin. She becomes aware that she’s still wearing her silk dress, and she pulls her hand away from Roman’s and crosses her arms on top of the table. Roman grins and takes a sip of his drink. Y/N’s cheeks hold a light pink hue. The way he’s looking at her is the same way Michael looked at her when he first saw her.

It was a tender look: one filled with an indescribable softness.

“Can I ask you something?” Roman suddenly says.

Y/N hums and nods.

“Why were you crying?” He asks her quietly, emerald eyes filled with sympathy and curiosity. “I assumed a date stood you up or something, but then you had your daughter. I’m just curious. I’m sorry if it’s personal.”

“No, it’s okay,” Y/N quietly says. “I’m just – Life hasn’t been too great for me.”

“Oh. How come?” Roman asks her.

Y/N shrugs and sighs quietly. She feels a familiar tingle, then a burn forming under her eyelids. A small tears trickles down her soft cheek. Y/N lets out a quiet scoff and sniffles. Roman’s quick to hand her a clean napkin.

“I just have…a lot of things to deal with…at home,” Y/N confesses as she wipes under her eyes.

“Husband?” He asks, already knowing the answer when he notices her rubbing a thumb over the large diamond ring that sits around her dainty finger.

“He doesn’t feel like my husband anymore,” she brokenly whispers as she stares at the table with glassy eyes. “Things are so…different now.”

“Talk to me,” Roman quietly says and crosses his fingers together as he stares at her with a soft intensity, something she’s never seen before — not even with Michael.

“He’s just so…angry all the time. He always stays inside his office. He belittles me when I don’t seem to do something up to his expectations. He never makes time for me anymore. He doesn’t touch me like he used to. It’s been almost a fucking year since we’ve had sex. It’s like everything is ‘me me me’ when it comes to him. I mean, I’m a good wife and a good mother. He just never sees it and it makes me feel like absolute shit. It’s just so tiring. I’m so tired. I think the only thing keeping me sane is…Aurora,” Y/N finishes her rant with a whisper as she looks at her oblivious daughter. “I’m sorry if I said too much. I just…”

“I understand,” Roman rests a hand over hers and squeezes her fingers gently. “Your husband should be lucky he has someone that puts up with his shit. I can already tell you’re an amazing wife and mother. If I was him, I’d kiss the fucking ground you walk on.”

Y/N blushes and giggles softly.

“Stop, she mumbles.

“No, I’m serious,” Roman chuckles. “You’re a beautiful woman, Y/N. And if he can’t see your that and your hardwork in being a wife and mother at the same damn time, why do you put up with it?”

Y/N’s sighs at his words and looks at Aurora. She feels a smile being pulled at her lips. She thought about Roman’s words. She did think about leaving Michael. She had thoughts about leaving divorce papers on the table and leaving him in an empty house. But she can never bring herself to do them.

“I love him,” she finally says and looks at Roman with a defeated look in her eyes. “We’ve been together for so long. I can’t just throw it all away because of some minor differences.”

“If you’re unhappy…and I mean really unhappy, then you deserve to be with someone who will treat you like the most expensive and fragile gem in the entire world,” Roman softly tells her.

He suddenly places another clean napkin on the table and reaches into the inside pocket of his clean blazer to pull out a blue pen. Y/N watches with curiosity as he scribbled some numbers.

“If there’s anything you need – someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, a friend – I’m on call away and I’ll be there in an instant,” Roman says and hands her the paper. “I stay true to my word. You can count on that.”

Y/N smiles and laughs quietly as a light shade of pink washes over her cheeks. For the first time in a long time, she felt lighter. The weight on her shoulders and chest seemed to have lifted and gave her air to breathe. She held the napkin between her fingers.

“Thank you, Roman,” she quietly tells him. “I really needed this.”

“I meant what I said,” he says and rests a hand on her small wrist, his thumb stroking her softly skin gently. “Anything.”

“I will,” she assured him and glances at Aurora. “We will.”

Roman smiles and removes his hand from her wrist. Almost immediately, Y/N misses his hand on her. The warmth radiating from his fingers and palms made her skin tingle in a way she has never felt before…not even with Michael. This feels more natural. She can happily say that Roman Godfrey is now her friend.

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