#is there anything more romantic than bleeding out in the arms of your boyfriend who just stabbed you to save the world i think not

[soupdwelling]

somewhere else au ft the two headed calf by laura gilpin <3

i saw @milowave ‘s post about this poem being jmart coded and had to draw it immediately

[unreliablesnake]

Pairing: David “Deacon” Kay x f!reader

Note: I only saw like one season but goddammit... I had a brainrot and wrote a little something.

Warnings: age gap.

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“Just wait until you hear the end of the story because it gets crazier, I swear,” you said with a laugh before taking a sip of your wine.

Deacon loved the idea of just sitting there in the small restaurant near the apartment complex you both lived in and listening to you telling him those funny stories from the hospital. During these moments you were full of life and it was obvious you loved your job more than anything, so he always encouraged you to talk to him about your day.

It would have been a lie if he said he wasn't catching feelings. Because he was. And boy, did he wish you were feeling the same. Every time he saw you smile at him he wanted to pull you into a kiss, just a quick nonchalant kiss that would make him forget every problem he had. But you never showed any romantic interest in him, which soon made him realize he was dumb to assume you would ever love a divorced man his age.

He had seen your boyfriends, the young and successful titans who were ready to give you whatever your heart desired. He remembered that surgeon you dated for a while around the time he moved away from his family, the man who always gave you a ride home in his fancy Aston Martin, and the man who once yelled at you in the hallway during a nasty fight. That was the day he checked his license plate to see who he was and if he got into trouble before.

“Okay, I'll shut up now,” you said with your hands held up.

“Please, don't.” But you shook your head and took a bite of your pizza. “What's wrong?”

“You always do this. You know, asking me about my day, then watching me with this weird smile on your face, as if you were listening to the village idiot telling some funny story.”

Deacon let out a laugh while he took the glass of wine from you. “Okay, no more alcohol for you. I watch you with a smile because I love to listen to your stories.”

It was strange how he couldn’t remember when he reached out to take your hand, but when he saw your gaze move down to your hand, he immediately pulled it back with an apologetic look on his face. He could have sworn you were disappointed by the lack of contact, but he dismissed this thought immediately. If anything, you must have been relieved that he decided not to force this.

“There’s something we might need to talk about,” you suddenly said, your voice serious all of a sudden.

He let out a questioning hum to assure you he was listening, but before you could say anything, a man near the entrance began to yell at the couple sitting by the window and even pointed a gun at them. Deacon’s immediate reaction was to pull you down on the floor so you would be out of sight, then he pulled out his own weapon and told the man to drop his gun. Instead of doing that, the man pulled the trigger with shaking hands and the bullet grazed the innocent man’s arm. The woman screamed and Deacon shot the attacker without hesitation.

While he made a call to report the incident and call an ambulance, you slowly stood up and looked over at the two injured men not far from you. Even though he wanted to stop you, you sprung into action and asked the staff if they had a medical kit in the restaurant. Being a doctor meant you were ready to save whoever you could, including the attacker who was slowly bleeding out on the hardwood floor.

“Let me help,” he tried when he stopped behind you.

You turned to him with an angry look on your face before returning your attention back to your patient. “You did enough damage, Deac,” you spat.

With a sigh, he moved over to the other man and helped to bandage the wound until the ambulance arrived. His eyes wandered to you every once in a while, seeing the way you did your best to save him with the help of a waiter. He knew what bothered you. He knew you swore to save people, while his job often came with taking the life of someone. Maybe for you there was no way to get past that, and seeing him actually hurt another human being opened your eyes and made you see this contrast.

The ambulance soon arrived and the paramedics took over, leaving you standing in front of the restaurant and watching the others do their jobs. Deacon bit on his lower lip nervously as he stepped behind you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to pull you against his chest, his face buried in your hair as he kissed your head. “Are you okay?” he asked you quietly.

You didn’t turn to look at him, you didn’t even respond to his question, but within a matter of seconds you said, “I need to wash the blood off my hands.”

He took the hint and let you go, his eyes not leaving you while you went back to the restaurant. You never returned to his side, instead you stayed inside, sitting by a table to wait for the cops to arrive and take your statement. Since he didn’t want to push you now, he kept his distance, hoping you would change your mind and talk to him about what happened.

But then a week passed and he hadn’t seen you. He briefly considered visiting you at the hospital you worked in, but he was quick to dismiss the idea. So when Hondo told him someone was looking for him, and he found you standing in the hallway, he had no idea what to say. Should he apologize? Was this what you wanted?

To his luck, you knew exactly what you wanted to say. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you away. It’s just… I know you wanted to protect the people there, I know that man shot another before you pulled the trigger, but you need to understand that I’m not comfortable with this. I knew what you do for a living, I heard the stories, but I guess you always tried to shelter me by keeping these parts to yourself,” you told him.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” was all he said to you.

You took a step closer, your eyes fixed on him as you got ready to speak up again. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about before the shooting.” He nodded, encouraging you to go on. “Maybe I’m seeing more into things than I should and I need you to tell me whether I’m right or wrong. The way you’re looking at me and touching me makes me think that you might see me as more than a simple neighbor. Or friend.”

As he took a deep breath, Deacon carefully considered what to say. He didn’t want to risk losing you over feelings you might not even reciprocate, so he cleared his throat and decided to lie. “Look, I’m much older than you. I want to believe that you’re my friend and I want to make sure you’re safe. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

“Sure?”

He nodded and heard a relieved sigh leave your lips. Or was it a sigh of relief? Because the next moment you muttered something under your breath, maybe an apology, then before he could ask you what you meant by that, you put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer to kiss him. Your lips were soft as they moved in perfect sync with his, and his hands were resting on your waist when he moved you a little closer to him. Anything to close that almost nonexistent gap between you.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, lovebirds, but duty calls,” Hondo said with a laugh when he passed by.

“We will have to talk about this,” he told you, unable to hide his smile. This was exactly what he’d been dying to do ever since that day he had his first proper conversation with you. When you nodded with a shy smile, he gave you a last quick kiss and said, “I’ll call you later, okay?”

[aiyumiyeou]

yumi & harumi 🪷🕷 snippet (season 15, crystallized) under the cut!

their dynamic is actually so toxic and fun it hurts almost... they're not supposed to be romantic but they do emit more yuri vibes than they should

(also 🪷🍀 endgame is. such a long road. from s1~s4 lloyd likes yumi first (in a puppy crush way), then s5~s15 yumi likes lloyd back (but in a kind of tsun/tease way) but lloyd doesn't realize it & yumi thinks its for the better bc he doesn't want to be a weakness to lloyd) (they become boyfriends after crystallized... yay!!!)

Harumi warily watched the fox-eared teen slumped against the pillar he was chained to.

The vengestone glinted an eerie hue of orchid against the bloodied hanfu of the pink-haired boy and the pillar of crystal pulsed as if it had a heartbeat. Wounds littered Yumi's body, gnashes and cuts visible through the sheer and delicate fabric.

"You're pathetic," Harumi scoffed.

She was met with a razor sharp glare from Yumi who lifted his head up and woke his body from its lethargic state. Despite the thick disdain in his eyes, Harumi could see fear and timidity.

"What do you want, Harumi." Yumi's tail bristled with agitation, but his voice was slightly raspy and unthreatening. His pink hair was dulled and unkempt, haloing his face messily in a way Harumi could describe as beautiful.

She was supposed to feel happy for causing considerable damage to Yumi and his life.

But she felt a weight of dissatisfied.

"It's my duty to check up on you." She curtly answered. Yumi huffed and turned his head away from her greedy eyes, which sunk its teeth on the sight of the Yāojing ninja so defeated.

"I'd rather you just kill me," One of Yumi's soft ears flickered in annoyance. "It's impossible trying to use only my blood, sweat, and tears to empower the Overlord's entire army."

Ever since he and Lloyd were found infiltrating the Crystal Council's meeting, Harumi had the pleasure of seperating and tomenting the two. Yumi was chained and skirmished almost every quarter of the day. His initial cries were loud enough to help Harumi convince Lloyd that the pink ninja was no longer with them.

In reality, Yumi was being farmed for his very essence. His blood was absorbed into the crystals that suffocated him and his screams fell on empty ears as the council each had their turn in honing their new powers.

"Don't be silly. Even if you could die, your own soul won't let you," Harumi crossed her arms, slowly inching towards the chained-up boy. "Isn't it so lovely? Being unable to die?"

She found herself at the edge of Yumi's tangled legs. The replacement of his gi to a simple hanfu reduced his image into a helpless boy. Yumi's bruised ankles peeked out from under the splattered cotton, but the sheerness led Harumi's eyes futher up his calves to right above his knees.

The white-haired girl bent down to Yumi's eye level and his gaze refused to meet hers.

"Lucky you. People who don't deserve to die still do." Harumi seethed through her tongue. Yumi found strength to roll his eyes and Harumi watched his glinting eyes, a soft purple casted from the shine of the crystals bleeded into his soft apricot and rosy pink irises.

She watched his throat flex and the scar that she left him. Yumi swallowed harshly and dryly opened his mouth.

"Like it's my fault I can't die," Yumi's tail now twitched in annoyance. "I'm no different from those people."

Harumi growled before standing her full length and slamming her foot onto one of Yumi's exposed ankles. He responded with a hiss of pain and it quickly melted into a warning growl bubbling in his throat.

"You don't deserve anything!" Harumi gritted her teeth. "You're nothing like an innocent person. You only think of yourself, you are the reason why so many people have died. Do you truly think you're innocent, Yuyu?"

The nickname she spat with venom caused Yumi to flinch harded, but his eyes became furious. Harumi was taken aback and lifted some weight from the pink-haired boy's ankle with means to create distance.

"I only think of myself." Yumi repeated. "I'm the one who thinks of myself?"

Yumi suddenly pulled himself up and the sudden energy and struggle against chains startled Harumi backwards even further. Another low growl emerges from his throat until Yumi snapped.

"You have no idea what it's like to be selfless! You have no heart! I don't understand what Lloyd even saw in you."

Harumi's eyes settled coldly on the frenzied Yāojing ninja.

"If you're not thinking about yourself, you're thinking about Lloyd," Harumi pursed her lips to mock pity at Yumi. "But even then, you treat him selfishly. You and I both know he likes you, yet you reject his love. You're heartless for leading him on."

That's when Yumi shattered all his self-resolve.

"I reject him for the good of his heart! I can't let him love me," Yumi's voice raised tremendously. With quivering breaths and teary, wild eyes, this image of Yumi burned itself into Harumi's mind.

"If I tell him I love him he'll do everything in his power to love me back. I can't risk that! I can't risk all of his life being poured into mine!" Yumi's cries became more unstable as he continued to try to struggle free from his imprisonment. "If he knew what I want, he would sacrifice it all." His voice trembled from screaming.

Harumi was silent. She watched Yumi's eyebrows knit and the tears threatened to spill from his exhausted eyes.

"He's sacrificed so much to love everyone, especially you," The pink-haired ninja collapsed onto his knees without warning. "I want that."

"I wanted to be loved unrelentlessly like how Lloyd loved you," Yumi lowered his gaze from Harumi, voice cracking into a high whimper. "I want to be selfish. I want to be as selfish you."

Harumi found herself back at Yumi's feet again but this time crouched down in front of him. Her limbs felt cold as she brushed her knee against Yumi's and he flinched away, shaking like a lost animal.

"You only think of yourself," Yumi cried into the chains wrapping him against the clean ridges of the crystal stabilizing him. Without another thought, Harumi's hands reached out to hold the crying teen's face.

"You're so selfish and even your stupid revenge is centered around you," The hiccups and stutters errupted against Harumi's calloused hands and she leaned forward to hold Yumi's head against the crook of her shoulder. "You have no idea how hard it to care about others."

Yumi continued to cry his vents into Harumi's quickly collapsing chest. She felt a dread she hasn't experienced in years.

With every insult the pink-haired ninja threw at her carelessly, the harder Harumi found it to breathe. It was hard to tell how long she had sat there even after the tears stopped wetting her skin.

Harumi was alone with her thoughts and the occasional flick of a soft and wispy fox ear brushing against her cheek.

[annansmith]

Fanfiction List:

Project: Rocket Kismet - Eddie vs. the Universe (3/3 | 51k | Complete | The Buddie Versus Verse) Buck and Eddie are straight. Until they aren't...

Live Round 2 - Buckley vs. Diaz (3/3 | 52k | Complete | The Buddie Versus Verse) “I’m rating today’s Buck and Eddie show a solid nine out of ten. The only reason why I deducted a point is because I thought it was a bit too early for a relationship crisis. As an active viewer of the program I think it’s too soon to depart the honeymoon arc. But props on the romantic setting and poetic love confession,” Chim says. “He’s not wrong. We all think the main hero needs to believe a little bit more in himself. Have more confidence, Buck,” Hen says. Eddie’s knee bumps Buck’s to get his attention. “Hear that? Have more confidence in yourself,” he says, wagging his eyebrow pointedly. - Or, finally together, Buck sees bad omens everywhere, Eddie still hasn't learned his lesson and underestimates the powers that be, and the firefighters of the 118 should never be allowed to use the stove or oven.

Tell Me Anything (1/1 | 5k | Complete) “Hey, Eddie?” Buck’s voice rings softly in the quiet. A casual lilt on his tongue as he says his name. “Hm?” “Tell you something?” Shrugging, Eddie keeps his eyes fixed at the ceiling above him. “We got time.” -- Or, how Buck shattered Eddie's entire world one night by confessing his love to him.

Echoes (1/1 | 2k | Complete) Buck smiles, blinking the tears away, trying to see through the heavy smoke. He’s going to be fine. Eddie is going to save him.

It’s the last thought he has when his grip on the ledge slips away and suddenly he’s falling. One second ago he is still clutching to the ledge and the next the fire from the window beside him bursts and he’s tossed into the air.

He stares into the sky above him, his arm still reaching for safety, waiting to feel the telltale sensation of familiar fingers wrapping around his wrist. But it never comes. Neither does Eddie. - Or in the aftermath of Eddie leaving, Buck can't seem to let go of him.

Midnight Rendezvous (1/1 | 4k | Complete) Five people Buck kept up at night and one who didn’t mind. Buddieweek21: Day 3 (December 8th) - “stop waking me up in the middle of the night!”

Sidelined (1/1 | 2k | Complete) Sometimes it seems like all Buck can do is watch the people he loves bleed and it hurts him more than any exploding truck or pulmonary embolism ever could.

Breaking news: LA firefighters in love

(1/1 | 19.5k | Complete)

“In an incredible turn of events firefighter Buckley is alive and mostly unharmed. What could have ended in a devastating tragedy finds its happy ending after all,” Taylor moderates, her words shaky with relief as the camera focuses on the scene behind her. The crowd starts clapping and cheering the moment Eddie and Buck emerge from the rubble. “What an absolute relief that firefighter Buckley made it out alive and that we now see-” Taylor turns around, only to come to a stuttering stop at witnessing the spectacle in front of her “-my boyfriend kissing his best friend.”

Or, Taylor gets a second shot at accompanying the 118 for another segment and notices that her boyfriend is a lot closer to his best friend than she remembers.

(911 Bingo 2022: First kiss caught on camera)

In the Quiet Moments, when the Rain starts to Whisper

(1/1 | 15k | Complete)

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” “T-This is Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz, off-duty firefighters from the Los Angeles Fire Department. We were caught in a landslide in Griffith Park. W-We need help.” “Evan?” The word barely rolled over her tongue, it still feels like it is stuck in her throat. Under no circumstances did she ever want to hear her brother’s voice on a 911 call. “M-Maddie? Oh thank god it’s you! W-We really need your help.” Buck’s words sound breathless and strained. “Oh my god, it’s really you… What happened?” The immediate fear she feels for her brother and Eddie is clawing at her. A hundred scenarios pop into her mind with a terrifying colorfulness that is fed by years of answering distress calls. Until she knows exactly what is going on her brain will concoct the most ghastly nightmare she didn’t even know she was capable of making up. “We were caught up in a landslide and now we’re trapped in Eddie’s truck underneath the masses. We can’t get out,” Buck says. - Or, Buck and Eddie are caught in a landslide, fighting for their lives, and Maddie is a freaking badass who saves the day. (911 Bingo 2022: Landslide)

[imarvelatthesight]

Spar

A/N: I’m trying to branch out to more Marvel characters :) let me know if I should start adding a fic summary

Summary: Reader fights Thor on Saakar.

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Avenger!Reader

Pronouns Used: Gender Neutral (They/Them)

Recommended Song: Tia Tamera by Doja Cat ft. Rico Nasty

Word Count: 1,578

Warnings: fighting, one mention of blood, reader has super strength and partial magical abilities, mention of alcohol, swearing, it’s kinda sad in places

   The day you had been brought to Sakaar had been possibly the worst day of your life. And that was truly saying something. Being in a relationship with a god-- never mind the fact that he was also an Avenger-- was a trick in itself. Trying to have a good relationship with his adopted brother? Well, that’s how you ended up in this mess. Get caught snooping around his room once and suddenly you’re on a different planet.

Your clothes were uncomfortably tight and the decorative paint on your face had you dying to itch it. Every week for the past two years you’d suffered this same treatment. Though, the fact that you had survived your rounds in the pit meant you were treated more well-off than others. A nice room, any alcoholic drink you could wish for (but because you were from Earth, more than a couple of sips would have you off your ass in moments). Even with all of your so-called luxuries, you felt empty. Why had no one come to rescue you? Did the Avengers even notice you were gone?

The door opening in front of you interrupted your thoughts. There was no time to think about anything else other than trying to survive. The roar of the crowd above you had your ears nearly ringing. “My champion!” You heard The Grandmaster announce. You burst out into the area, the crowd seemingly getting even louder. Before you had time to revel in the applause, one of the few advantages of your predicament, your eyes settled on your opponent. “Oh shit.”

“Yes!” The god of thunder boomed, excitement covering his face. Silence befell the crowd. Your features softened for a moment, happy to see your lover. You knew, however, you would not be able to express it. If you showed any fondness for each other it would surely compromise your life. “They’re my lover!” He threw his hand in the air, swinging his weapon up with it. “This is great, Y/N! I’ve been looking for you- Loki’s alive. Loki!” 

Your eyes snapped up to the god of mischief. You scowled. You could faintly see him gulp and mouth something. “Thor.” You turned back to him, leaning forward slightly. “If we don’t fight, they’ll kill us both.” 

“Nonsense, come with me and we’ll go-” Thor’s words were cut off by you grabbing him and flinging him away from you. His body slid through the dirt, a pained groan leaving him. The stands erupted with joy at the battle beginning. Thor jumped to his feet, brushing himself off. “Love, this is embarrassing! I told them we’re lovers!”

His words made you hesitate. You didn’t want to hurt Thor. But you couldn’t risk both of you dying. Someone would figure something out. Hopefully. You raised your hand and Thor’s weapon flew out of his grip, finding it’s home in your palm. The mace was in your hand for a fraction of a second before you flung it back at your partner.  Your eyes clamped shut, not wishing to see if it struck him. After a few seconds you opened them and watched as Thor caught the mace and swung it back in your direction. Quickly, you raised your hands in an attempt to catch it again, but the tip of the mace nicked your cheek. You dropped the weapon, your thumb sliding over the wound to collect the blood from it. 

Your feet carried your body with agility as you leapt through the air. Thor threw a swift punch to your abdomen, throwing your frame into the wall where it dented from the force you landed with. Fuck, that hurt. A collective gasp filled the arena. 

The sound of quick footprints coming closer caused you to groan and assume a pleading position with your hand outstretched in front of your face. “Y/N, sweetheart?” You lifted your head, watching as Thor crouched to your level and extended a hand to you. “It’s alright. I won’t hurt you anymore. No one will.” The god of thunder cooed. Timidly, you reached out to him. “There you go, c’mere darling.” He smiled and pulled you into a hug, practically purring.

You melted into the contact. You were home. Anywhere with Thor was home. But part of you couldn’t resist looking up to where The Grandmaster sat. A frown soured his expression, Loki bouncing his leg at the opposite end of the couch. “Shit.” You whispered, though your Asgardian boyfriend didn’t notice as he placed a tender kiss to your forehead. The crowd was growing restless. Reluctantly, you pulled out of his hold. You grabbed his biceps, mentally admiring the way the muscle rippled under your touch, and lifted him in the air--using both your strength and your magic to assist-- before slamming him into the ground again. 

Your fists found purchase on his face, tears filling your eyes and a scream tearing through your throat. To the crowd, it was a war cry. To you, a plea of mercy to whatever higher being was listening, and a shriek of forgiveness from Thor. The god laid there, your punches landing blow after blow on his cheeks. Within moments, his body and eyes flowed with electricity, and he returned your action, the lightning launching your body into the air and backwards, where your head made contact with the loose dirt. 

Both astonishment and horror ebbed through you at the sight of Thor, covered in lightning, walking in your direction with purpose. You thought to do the same move you’d tried previously and leap at him. Only this time, he copied your movement and delivered an uppercut to your jaw. The sonic boom that erupted from Thor’s fist had your ears feel as if they were bleeding. Luckily, you’d managed to gather your bearings and land in a three-point stance. As Thor paced toward you, blue flashes decorating his muscles and dancing from his fingertips, he suddenly began to convulse and fell on his side. “Thor!” You cried, falling on your knees beside him. 

Your gaze shot to the large window again. The Grandmaster slid his finger back on a device and Thor stopped twitching. Of course. He couldn’t afford to lose. You stroked your lovers face. His hand covered yours. “My love, I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t want to hurt you.”

He chuckled. “It was quite a fight you put up. I’m sure Tony would have liked to see.” 

“We’ll tell him when we get back to earth.” You muttered. As Thor went to speak again, he started shaking again, the veins on his face darkening. Mere seconds later, an electric jolt shot through you and your consciousness slipped away.

When you awoke, it was with panic. You recognized the room as the one you’d been forced to stay in for so long now. You groaned and attempted to roll over, being stopped by the weight of another person. Your breath hitched and you tried to move away, only for an arm to be wrapped around you and pulling you closer, a deep sigh escaping the person.

“My love.” Thor rasped out as you flipped over to face him. He playfully rubbed his beard against your jaw. His contentedness left as his hand gently grasped your face, his thumb moving over the scratch on your face. “Oh, Y/N. I wish this had never happened. I’m sorry it has taken me so long to find you.”

You turned your head and placed a kiss on his palm. “A few years is quite a long time.” You agreed.

“Years? You’ve only been gone for a week, dove.” He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Though according to Loki, time does move quite differently here.”

You rolled your eyes. “Ugh, Loki. That fool is the reason I’m here in the first place.” You snuggled into Thor’s chest and he pulled his arms tighter around you like you would disappear. “I want to go home, Thor. I want to listen to Steve complain, and I want to watch TV with Wanda, and I want out of these stupid devices-” You barely noticed the sobs leaving you as you tugged on the technology implanted on your neck.

Thor took your face in his hands. “We will get out of here, sweetheart. I will be sure of it. And Loki will right his wrongs, I swear it.” He kissed you softly. You nodded, silently acknowledging his words. “I love you, Y/N L/N.” Another kiss. “The light of my life.” Another. 

You held back a laugh in favor of burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Stop, you big sap. I love you, Thor Odinson.” You suddenly pulled away with wide eyes. Thor only smiled in confusion. “Valkyrie! She and I get along quite well, she’ll help us. I know it!”

Footsteps from down the hall had Thor scrambling out of the bed, standing politely with his hands folded. You rushed to the door, where Valkyrie nodded in you greeting. “Y/N. It was quite shocking to learn that you are romantically engaged with our lord of thunder here.” She motioned with her hand.

“It’s god of thunder, actually-”

“We must get to training, Y/N. You two can kiss it up later.” She looped her arm through yours. You cast a look over your shoulder at Thor, who gave you an enthusiastic thumbs up. 

“So, Val, I must discuss a proposition with you...”

“Does it involve drink?”

“It can.”

“I’m listening.”

[imaginingsoftly]

Apartment 352 Pt. 2 - Erik Johnson

Type: strangers-lovers

Requested: no

Warnings: blood, cuts and scrapes

A/N: Hopefully this redeems Erik a little bit for you guys :)

Day two of unpacking was marginally better than the first, if only because Emma’s giant of a neighbor hadn’t been around to witness her trip on the top step yet again that morning. She was still nursing a slightly sore and bruised knee a few hours later, when the next big dangerous task came up; hanging a couple of pictures. The task itself shouldn’t have been dangerous, but the frames were big enough she was going to need to stand on a chair to hang them up high. Emma took a deep breath, hauled up the heavy frame, and took a step onto the chair.

It took seconds for things to go wrong. Her back foot caught on the arm of the chair as Emma stepped up, and she immediately slipped sideways into the shelf right next to her ribcage. The frame smashed on the wall, and Emma felt pain in her forearm as a shard of glass nicked her.

There wasn’t time to do anything except brace herself. The shelf crashed to the ground, taking the ugly-ass plates from her aunt and a framed picture of her best friend with it. Emma wobbled on the chair, but kept her balance. “Shit,” she mumbled to the wall. Shards of glass from the picture frame and pieces of the ceramic plates littered the ground around the chair, and the radius of the shards was too far to jump. There was maybe enough space for her to step around them, but in bare feet Emma wasn’t looking forward to the prospect.

A pounding at Emma’s door almost made her fall off the chair. A muffled voice came from behind the door. “You good?” She heaved a sigh. Of course Erik would be the one to find her like this.

“Door’s unlocked! Come in!” He was inside before she’d even finished talking. It took a full ten seconds, she counted, before he moved from the entryway. Emma shifted uncomfortably on the chair as he took in her appearance, from her bare feet to the disheveled mess of her hair. It was only when he looked in the direction of her legs that she realized they were bare except for where the hem of her oversized t-shirt just covered her underwear. For approximately the thousandth time since she’d met Erik, Emma cursed her clumsiness. She shifted uncomfortably as Erik continued to stand completely still. It wasn’t until she began to step down from the chair gingerly, looking for a safe space to put her bare feet, that he moved.

No giant should be able to move as quickly as he did. Erik took three long strides to reach her, glass and ceramic crunching under his sneakered feet. “Don’t you dare.” His words were a warning, and Emma froze. Huge hands, warm and strong, slid around her shoulders and behind her knees. Erik lifted her into his arms gently, and she automatically clenched her arms around his neck. “Angel, I think I’m gonna have to wrap you in bubble wrap to keep you safe.” Erik’s voice, low and gravelly as it was in the moment, rumbled through his chest and Emma could feel it against her torso where their bodies touched. She wasn’t even going to think about the way her stomach fluttered at the nickname.

Erik carried her clear of the mess on her floor, only placing her on the ground once they were several feet away. For a split second it felt like he pulled her tighter into his chest, but then her feet were on the ground and he was stepping back slightly. “You okay?” Erik’s hands settled on the tops of her arms as he spoke, and his eyes scanned her body quickly. She opened her mouth to confirm that she was fine when his gaze settled on her forearm. “Sweetheart, you’re bleeding.” Emma looked down, and sure enough the nick she’d felt was actually a sizeable cut. Blood ran down her arm at a slightly higher volume than a trickle. It probably should have been more concerning than it was, but Emma’s thoughts were more on the fact that Erik hadn’t ever actually called her by her name. It was always ‘sweetheart’ or ‘angel’. Come to think of it, maybe she hadn’t ever actually told him her name. Who does that? He had been in her apartment, for fucks’ sake.

“Where’s your bathroom?” Erik’s voice cut through her thoughts, and Emma pointed mutely. He caught the hand on her good arm in a gentle grip and pulled her across the living room. “C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Emma felt like putty in Erik’s hands as he moved her around, gently lifting her onto the counter and maneuvering her arm under the faucet. The water ran pink, and Emma closed her eyes. Of all the things to defeat her, it just had to be blood. A cool hand settled on her cheek as her brain went a little fuzzy. “Hey. Stay with me sweetheart. You good?”

Emma shook her head. “Don’t like blood,” she rasped through a bone-dry throat. “I’m okay.” The cool hand slipped from her cheek to the back of her head, and Erik put gentle pressure there.

“Lean on me. Don’t look, I’ll clean you up.” Emma followed the press of Erik’s hand, leaning her forehead into his shoulder. “Atta girl. I’ve got you.” His voice rumbled through his chest, and Emma felt it where her shoulder and good arm touched his side.

Any of the lingering irritation she’d felt towards him over yesterday was gone. If anything, Emma now had a soft spot for her next-door neighbor. “It’s Emma.” Erik’s hands stilled from where they were rinsing out her arm for a split second before starting up again. “I just realized I never actually told you my name.”

The sound of a bottle opening and liquid splashing registered seconds before Emma felt a slight sting on her cut. “Emma.” She shivered at the sound of Erik’s gravelly voice saying her name. “Short and sweet. Suits you.” She felt his smile against the top of her head. “I don’t think you need stitches, but I am going to put a band-aid and some bacitracin on this. Don’t want you to get an infection or anything.”

Emma nodded into Erik’s shoulder. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Erik said nothing as he finished patching up her arm, but then she felt an arm come around her back and tug her torso closer into Erik’s chest. “Don’t mention it, Angel. Just promise me you won’t hang things barefoot anymore?”

That was an easy thing to agree to. Emma nodded. “You keep seeing me at my worst,” she mumbled into Erik’s chest grumpily. At this rate, he was going to see her drastically injure herself by the end of the first week. She stiffened against his chest at the thought. What was next? A grease fire? Falling down the stairs? Cutting a finger off while cooking?

Her doomsday thoughts were interrupted by a slight tug on her hair. “Hey. Your thoughts are so loud I can practically hear them. If this is your worst, I’m almost afraid to see how incredible you are at your best.”

Emma leaned back to see Erik smirking at her. “Are you flirting with me?” His smirk became a full-on grin.

“Been flirting with you the whole damn time, Angel, you just didn’t catch on.” Emma gaped at her neighbor as he stepped back, instantly lamenting the loss of his warmth. “Now that you’ve got that figured out, dinner Saturday?” She cocked her head at him choosing a day three days in advance, and he shrugged. “Figured I’d be a good guy and let you get settled before I sweep you off your feet.”

That was it. Emma barked out a laugh, and Erik looked far too proud of himself. “Yeah, Casanova, you can take me out Saturday.” Not that she’d ever let him actually get somewhere with her. She slid off the counter, and Erik was immediately there with an arm out to steady her when she stumbled slightly. As infuriating as her new neighbor was, she couldn’t help but find him adorable too.

He walked out of the bathroom, and Emma took a second to settle her legs before she tried to walk. The blood really had thrown her off, and she needed to take a couple of deep breaths. By the time Emma made it back out into her living room, Erik was already picking up the large chunks of glass littering her entryway. “You don’t have to-” Emma stopped when he held up a hand.

“I don’t mind helping you clean this up. Besides, some of this stuff has blood on it. I don’t want you to get woozy and step on glass.” His words were slightly domineering, but also sweet. “You’re still barefoot; can you grab me your vacuum without stepping near the glass?” Erik glanced backwards at her, nodding when she gestured in the direction of her bedroom. “Grab that for me, and then I’ll get out of your hair.”

Emma took a deep breath as she stepped into her bedroom. It had been a long time since she’d had anyone looking out for her, especially a potential romantic interest. Her last boyfriend hadn’t even cared when she spent a night in the hospital, let alone if she stepped on a piece of glass.

She stepped back out of her room with her vacuum in hand. “I can vacuum this stuff up, Erik, you don’t have to worry about it.”

Erik looked over from where he stood by her trash can and pinned her with a glare. “I said I’d help you clean this shit up, and I’m going to do what I said.” Emma opened her mouth to protest, but he held up a hand. “I know you don’t need my help and you are perfectly capable of doing it yourself, but I want to do this for you.” His face softened. “Sweetheart, in the two days I’ve known you you’ve fallen up the stairs at least once, taken out a shelf, and sliced the shit out of your arm. It seems like you’re having a rough week, and I want to make it a little easier. Can you let me do that?”

Damn him, he was saying everything right. Emma sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat. He smiled gently and reached out a hand for the vacuum. “Thank you, Angel.”

She stood back and watched Erik vacuum up the area around her chair, carefully lifting the chair and the corner of the area rug to make sure he got everything. He even wrapped up the cord when he was finished. “Thank you,” Emma mumbled. Her neighbor flashed a smile in her direction before stalking towards her.

“Saturday.” He ran a thumb across her cheekbone, smiling again. “Try not to end up in a hospital or anything before then, yeah?”

Emma smacked Erik’s arm as he let out a bark of laughter. He was still laughing as he strode towards her front door, and Emma could hear him chuckling to himself even from the hallway.

[nightfall-kachiniko]

I’ll never hurt you again..  (Jealous! Hawks x reader Angst)

 Summary:  You, Y/N were waiting for your boyfriend to get off of work, you stood in front of the ��Heroics Management and Patrol Headquarters’ or the ‘HM & PH” building; the place where your boyfriend worked. You decided to surprise him,  but then as you were waiting, a guy came up to you and started to comment inappropriate things about your appearance. Your boyfriend, stops him in a way that made you feel a certain way about him, the way you have never felt before about your boyfriend..                            You felt fear.

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               Hawk’s in a relationship means, 

he. Loves. the. heck. out of you! So when he saw some guy talking to you and making romantic gestures, he had to butt in......

  “Y/N” The pro hero called out to his partner, with a seemingly angered look on his face. 

“o-oh! Hey-” Y/N was cut off.

“who the hell are you.” He looked at the guy you were talking with. He was a 6,0 dark haired guy who had commented on your appearance, you being the nice person you, are thanked him and just went along with the conversation, avoiding the inappropriate  remarks like “Those leggings look good on you, especially with those shoes” and brushing them off with a small ‘Thank you’. With him trying to touch your arm and you backing away slowly, you were clearly uncomfortable. I guess the guy didn’t get the hint. 

He pointed to the man standing in-front of the both of you, eyebrows narrowed, and his eye slightly twitching. “Keig-” “I just wanted to say she looked hot,” The guy cut you off, shrugging his shoulders along with a mischievous look on his face. “Oh really..?” Your boyfriend stepped closer to him, looking him directly in the face, “Because what I saw looked more than just a ‘comment on her looks”  You grabbed his arm before he got anymore closer to the guy, unaware of his intentions, and worried you would have to break up a fight. 

 “Keigo, I-it’s fine! Really!” Your boyfriend shook your hand off his arm, loosening his grip. “No. The hell. It’s not.” He shot his remark at you with immense rage and anger, jealously in his tone. You’d never seen him like this, ever. It almost scared you to know that your sweetheart, your soft boyfriend was ready to hurt someone. “Listen, if you have a problem with it, then that’s on y-” 

“Obviously she was uncomfortable, yet you kept on making remarks about her body, in spite of the fact you knew that,” The man with red wings said.

“Pft, please she’s fine, it’s guy’s like you who make their girlfriend’s into little wimps!” The dark haired guy shot at your partner, who was now barley holding back his rage. 

“You’ve got a fuckin NERVE..pulling that shit on me” Keigo Immediately responded with. 

“Oh really..” The dark haired guy lazily walked closer to him, his haze uncaring and ready for anything. “And just what.. are you.. gonna do about it” 

They were closer than ever, your lover’s gold eyes stared deep into the man’s eyes.  “Keigo We should go before you do something irrationa-” 

With just one swift movement, Your boyfriend punched the guy in his face, knocking him backwards. “K-KEIGO!” The dark haired guy tried to punch him just as hawk’s grabbed his fist, pulling him to his side, and kicking him in the gut as well. “KEIGO STOP!”  the guy was now on the ground, and he kicked him in his stomach, causing him to bleed through his nose with the force of that movement. You pulled your boyfriend back, “PLEASE STOP!” you looked at him dead in the eyes, tears filling your own. The man, coughing and choking on the ground.

 The pro hero tried to go forward again trying to kick him but you once again pulled him back. “YOu FUcKe-” “KEIGO THATS ENOUGH!” you made his eyes look at your own, just as he noticed how they were filled with tears. His breath shaking, now seeing how his actions not only affected the guy who tried hurting you, but his one and only, his baby bird.. 

It was true, he was.. scary.. acting like that. Something you never feared of in him was him not being able to control his anger, but now, after seeing Keigo almost kill a person, weather they were in the right or wrong, gave you that fear.. that fear you never thought you would ever have.

You were afraid of him.. You were truly terrified of Keigo. 

..... Terrified of Keigo.. The pro hero who vowed to never hurt you...

He looked at you in realization of  your fear. “O-oh my god.. Y/N”  His eye’s looking at your’s, your wet, teary, eyes. As he realizes you were backing up slowly. “Y/n..” he looked at his hands that were covered in a bit of blood and then back up at you. “H-hey, h-hey..” You started sobbing out loud now, hating the fact that you really, was.. afraid. 

“Y/N I-” he stepped a bit closer to you. avoiding the guy who was passed out on the concrete.  He pulled you into a hug, you still shaking, trembling. “b-baby bird..” You sniffed and wiped back your tears. “I would never hurt you..I would never hurt you the way I hurt that..disgusting man,” He rubbed your head, trying to calm you.. “Hey.. I love you.. I love you.” He placed a small peck on your head. “I promise, I would never....please..god..please don’t be afraid of me.” 

After a while of your boyfriends calming talk, you finally eased down, and you both seperated the hug. “I know you would never..But please, never do that again, not to that extent!” You sighed, looking at the guy who was now, passed out.  “I promised” he said and sealed that with a kiss. 

“W-will he-” “He’ll be fine, I only punched his head once, he should be fine.” Keigo grabbed your hand in reassurance. 

“Plus im not calling a paramedic for that stupid ass guy, he deserved it” 

His remark made you let out a tiny, fake, laugh. 

                        I promise, i’ll never hurt you again... 

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[tangledinmdzs]

out of my league - junior quartet hcs

how the juniors would react if someone (a little kid) tried to make a move on you

aka. the juniors fight over you with a worthy opponent

Lan Sizhui

Sizhui sighs quietly from where he sits

it was unnecessary for him to be as nervous as he was

but this was his first time meeting your family, as your boyfriend

at one of your big family functions nonetheless

although you had reassured him that it would be fine, he still feels way out of his depth

considering how so many people were here today

and also...

there was already some competition

“y/n is the love of my life,” 

SIzhui nods, a bit amused, a bit intimidated by the first grader that had sat down next to him on the living room couch

at first, Sizhui had thought that the kid was just well, a kid

but when Sizhui learns that the little boy (by the name of Bao Lan (or Bao-Bao as you like to call him)) is a close (really close) family friend

and that well, you’ve been babysitting this little boy practically since he was born 

so the attachment to you isn’t much of a surprise

SIzhui’s more surprised at the kind of attachment that’s developed

“i am going to marry y/n when i grow up” the little boy delivers when Sizhui’s trying to enjoy a small bite from what he’d grabbed at the snack table

Sizhui doesn’t really know how to respond to that, because you’ll probably be a lot different from how you look to him now when he’s finally old enough to marry him

Sizhui also feels the lightest bit of jealousy that such a little man can assert your hand of marriage so easily

but before he can say anything, you come back to the living room, smiling at the both of them before taking a seat in between them

the little boy smiles at you, and because he’s still pretty small, easily climbs into your lap

is Sizhui jealous? 

absolutely of course  not

“hey, munchkin, what are you talking about with my special friend here?” you ask the little boy 

Sizhui feels slightly irked that you refer to him as your ‘special friend’ when talking to this little boy because he wasn’t just a special friend he was your boyfriend for god’s sake-

“i’m telling Sizhui-ge that i’m going to marry you when i grow up,” the little boy explains smiling a wide smile at the laugh that bubbles from you as you hold him on your lap

“ahh, my little donut, if you marry me that means you’ll have to live with my forever, do you think you can do that?” you tease the little boy, 

“yes!”

“if you marry you have to make me happy all the time, can you do that?” 

“yes yes yes!”

“are you sure?” you continue to ask and the little boy only nods more vigorously

you laugh at the reaction turning over to Sizhui who’s staring at the little boy with a funny kind of expression,

“he’s tough competition,” you whisper to Sizhui leaning up to him before leaning down to blow raspberries against the little boy’s neck

Sizhui smiles, looks down at the little boy when he’s done giggling in your arms, 

“look forward to winning y/n’s heart against you, Bao Lan,” Sizhui says, absolutely seriously and holds his hand out for Bao Bao  to take 

you muffle a giggle as Bao Bao’s tiny hand is completely enveloped by Sizhui’s much larger hands

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Lan Jingyi

Jingyi loves his little cousin to pieces

because he’s a cute kid and witty despite his young age

but right now

when he watches his little cousin, Ru-Ru you guys call him, completely latched onto you ever since he’d introduced you to everyone at the family dinner

it’s the second time that Jingyi has tried to hold the toddler for you (he can tell your arms are getting tired) but Ru-Ru stubbornly wraps his tiny legs and arms around you koala style

so you’re stuck,

“aw Ru-Ru, y/n-jie has to eat too,” Jingyi tries to convince when he brings over two plates to you and Ru-Ru,

“Ru-Ru can feed jie!” Ru-Ru announces and Jingyi sees the slightest widening of your eyes

because for however much you loved little kids, you (unfortunately) didn’t love Ru-Ru enough for him to get sauce on your new blouse,

Jingyi also has a similar reaction to you, if only for the reason that only he could feed you and no one else

even if that someone else was a 5 year old

“ah, behave now Ru-Ru, come sit with me,” Jingyi tries to say but then Ru-Ru does the most out of character thing and starts to cry

Jingyi is completely in shock, watching flabbergasted as you try to calm the child down 

“Ru-Ru, don’t cry it’ll make jie sad too,” you tell the little boy who’s face became red and blotchy at the idea of being separated from you

you bring the boy into your arms, holding him close as he clings to you, 

while your arm pats Ru-Ru back, laying on your shoulder you give Jingyi a small look to the dish that he bought for you

at first Jingyi doesn’t get it, but then he sees you open your mouth

and as Ru-Ru falls asleep to your gentle pats, Jingyi feeds you as he usually does

as he’s meant to

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Jin Ling

you’re sat on a park bench, eating a small popsicle

the weather is nice today, which is why it seems that the playground that you’re sat near is busier than ever

Jin Ling sits on the bench beside you, both of you just enjoying a more laid back sort of date

because you’d both been so busy lately to actually plan something 

it’s still nice nonetheless

and everything had been going well when suddenly

there was a shrill cry

you both look up from the bench to see a small little boy, bawling his eyes out at the bottom of the kiddy slides

you’ve always been protective, especially in situations where someone is hurt

so you’re quick to give your uneaten popsicle to Jin Ling and rush over to help

when you get to the little kid, you’re checking for any bleeding because the cries sounded terrible

“hey, pumpkin, where are you hurt? is there a big boo-boo?” you coax the young child and after a few murmured exchanges between the both of you, the child points to his knees

you’re gentle when you lift his pant leg up to check, relieved to see just a bit of redness and nothing to scraped up or bleeding

Jin Ling stands to the side, holding the melting popsicles in his hand as he stares at the kid

“aw, don’t worry, no more owwies” you tell the little boy when you rub his knee gently

the little boy sniffles, and Jin LIng watches (irritated more than amused) as the boy stares at you

“jie” the boy whimpers to you and you hum to him, worried that he might still be hurt

“can you kiss it better?” the little boy asks and before you can even reply Jin Ling butts in,

“it’ll still hurt if she kisses it, doesn’t matter,” 

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Ouyang Zizhen

you’re on a picnic date with Zizhen, at one of the little parks near your neighborhood

you guys are the picture of ‘couple-y’

him lying besides you on his arm as you sit near by, throwing grapes into his mouth

it’s a very cute and relaxing date, one that you both had been looking forward to having for a while

between your classes and Zizhen’s job, you barely have had time to see each other

finally, Zizhen thinks happily when he looks up at you

you smile down at him when you catch his eye, giving him the last of the grapes before you reach down and grab your own snack

you’re both just enjoying each other’s company, Zizhen easily being lost in your eyes

so he doesn’t notice the little boy that’s run up to your guys romantic date until he hears the little chirp of “hi!”

you turn to your side, face naturally smiling at the boy, maybe like 6 or 7 years old, smiles at you in greeting 

“hello there mister,” you greet because the little bow tie and suspenders outfit that the little boy has on is quite adorable

Zizhen sits up to watch the interact, his heart swooning at the sight of you as you talk to the little kid

“miss i asked my mom to let me come here to tell you that you are very very very pretty,” the little boy compliments and you giggle, 

“why thank you, you look very dashing yourself,” you reply back and the little boy smiles and suddenly grabs your hand

“will you play with me? and be my new friend?” the little boy asks and Zizhen tilts his head from where he’s sat up behind you

sure this kid is cute, but your date with him-

“i’m sorry, but i’m kind of in the middle of hanging out with a special friend of mine now,” you tell the boy 

you coo at the little pout that comes on his face before the little boy chirps again,

“can i be a special friend too?”

“ah, there’s only one special friend that she has, sorry little dude,” Zizhen interrupts when he sees your hesitation (like WOW okay)

you muffle your small laugh by turning back to the little boy and pinching his cheek 

Zizhen huffs a small smile at the sight of you two

the little boy would be such a cute kid if he wasn’t trying to take you away from him

[forthehpfanboys]

Sweeter Than Sugar

Pair: Cedric Diggory x Reader; they/them.

Summary: Cedric knew he shouldn't. Everyone knew he shouldn't, but he did. He fell for a Slytherin and there was really no going back. Luckily for him, you were.. Soft. Towards him, anyway.

Warnings: Swearing, pining Cedric.

Notes: Reader is badass/kinda punky. My first Cedric story so please enjoy!

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

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Cedric couldn’t answer the most basic questions about you. All he knew was that he really, really wanted to get to know you. Like so bad his friends were tempted to throw him into the Black Lake with how often he spoke about you. He wanted to tell himself that the reason he was pining fascinated with you was because of the rush he received when being so close to someone the half-bloods and muggle borns called a ‘bad boy’, but he knew it was so much deeper than that. He wanted to hate it, he wanted to hate you, but he couldn’t.

You were special. It was clearer than crystal. You were from a pureblood family, no shock there, and sorted into the house full of snakes but once he saw your fist connect with Goyle’s jaw, he, and everyone else at Hogwarts, knew you were different. The brunette found himself questioning so much every time he gazed at you. Your painted nails, the vast abundance of bracelets covering your arms like sleeves, the black boots, the confidence- you knew you were powerful.

The one thing you didn’t know, however, was how you wiggled your way into Golden Boys head like a dumb muggle jingle and basically held free real estate there. He wasn’t one for sitting and watching on the side lines, but you were intimidating. He wasn’t scared of you, but more so scared of being on your bad side. Cedric did not want to be on the receiving end of that hit. He could still hear the thunk of Goyle’s body crashing to the ground, and see the soul leave Draco’s body after the thunk.

The brunette shook his head at the thought and awkwardly cleared his throat. He planned on talking to you for the first time today, determined to get some of those basic questions (what’s your favorite color? Favorite animal? Do you prefer snogging boys or girls? Are you good at potions?) answered. He fixed his scarf and uniform for the fifth time, his eyes casted down to the fabric to make sure it was perfect and ignored the groans of annoyance from his friends around him. Cedric’s head shot up when his friend nudged his shoulder rough enough to knock him out of his head. He followed the gaze of said friend and suddenly found it a lot harder to breathe in the cold air. You were walking right across the courtyard to the bridge entrance to his right, no scarf to cover your face from the cold, leaving your cheeks and nose the cutest shade of pink. He noticed you didn’t really dawn.. Any protection besides your school robes to protect you from the cold.

“This is it.” He spoke up, adjusting his uniform again. In his head, he was walking over to you, already introducing himself and offering his scarf to hopefully create a nice impression, but he was stuck. The usually confident male didn’t move. Did you even notice what you did to him without even looking him in the eyes? Oh, pygmy puff droppings, he had to look you in the eyes- 

With that idea now in his head, the Hufflepuff simply decided maybe later and turned in the other direction. He didn’t know if he could genuinely look you in the eyes without crashing and destroying his chances to get to know you, but one of his friends grabbed his scarf and all but threw him down the hallway, leaving him stumbling after you.

“Hey!” he called out way too loud from behind you, wincing at how his voice echoed in the tunnel like structure. He adjusted his scarf again, avoiding your confused gaze as you turned around, this time loosening it. The scarf didn’t stop his body from heating up in embarrassment. “Um-Hi.” He cleared his throat, now only a few steps away from you.

“Hello.” You chuckled out, as you cocked an eyebrow. He almost didn’t notice how your eyes looked him up and down before a grin spread across your lips. He looked over your shoulder before talking the final few steps forward. 

“How are you?” His gaze soon met yours, his eyebrows furrowed as if he was expecting you to freak out. His short greeting had you snorting into the back of your hand. “I’m sorry, did I say som-”

“No, no!” You cut him off, your hand moving from your lips to your hair. “It’s not you, just.. An interesting choice of greeting.” Snickering, your fingers ran through your (h/c) locks before falling to your side. “No offense. As for how I’m doing, it all depends on who wants to know.” Your hands found their way to your trouser pockets as your head tilted out of curiosity. 

“Cedric. Cedric Diggory.” He rushed his hand out while mentally shaming himself for not saying his name before asking how your day had been. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, a nervous smile spreading across his lips as you shook his hand- hopefully his palm wasn’t sweaty. 

“Well, Cedric, (Y/n) is doing quite well!” You casted him a warm smile that had his heart melting inside of his chest. His nervousness was quickly melting away, thank Merlin. “What did ya need?”

“Oh, just wanted to get to know you, is all. Sometimes you look like you could use a friend or two.” Cedric smiled right back at you. He really wanted to know how you ended up in the house filled with snakes if you were such a sweetheart. Little did he know he was about to find out.

“Well, some people don’t like how I carry myself.” You shrugged, shifting your bag filled with books to your other shoulder. “But ya know I don- ..What?” Your tone shifted drastically as you peered over his shoulder. Your eyes hardened at Draco and his pathetic gang of idiots as they started their usual trouble making. 

“Found yourself a boyfriend, eh?” Draco called out, while Crabbe stuck his tongue out at you. The problem with taking down one of them the first day they harassed you, led to you being a target they pursued from a distance.  “That’d be cute if he was worth your lousy time.”

You turned back to Cedric, casting him a quick smile before speaking an apology and cracking your knuckles. 

“I’d love to continue our conversation, DigDug, but I gotta handle some morons who don’t know tit for tat.” You put a hand on his shoulder and gently stepped around him before advancing toward the group slowly while ripping off your shoulder bag and throwing it off to the side. The Hufflepuff watched you the entire time, ignoring the tingling of his shoulder. 

“Um-Yeah, no- go ahead?” Cedric's eyes followed the bag, watching it slam against the wall with a deafening thud, your books sliding free, before turning back to you.

“Oh yeah? How’s your pathetic boyfriend doing? Reckon his nose stopped bleeding shortly after I broke it.” You loved watching Malfoy turn pale as you advanced. “Maybe you’d like to see how it feels.” You grabbed the front of his robe and yanked him to your chest. 

While you were threatening to beat the snot out of the pureblood idiot, all Cedric could think about was A: how strong you had to be to throw a bag filled with textbooks that hard and B: how he already had a cutesy nickname. He came back to focus just in time to see Draco wiggling from your grasp and the group sprinting away, which triggered him to hurry over to the bag and father up your stuff. When you turned back around, you noticed the Hufflepuff politely holding the bag out to you. 

“Oh, thank you!” You smiled, taking it from him and putting it over your shoulder again. “Sorry you had to see that. Malfoy can be a git.” You laughed a little, rubbing the back of your neck. 

“I totally understand. He deserves someone to put him in his place.” He grinned like a love sick teenager when a huge smile spread across your  lips and you bounced on your feet.

“Come on! Walk me to my next class!” You grabbed his wrist and tugged him down the pathway in the winding bridge. He didn’t realize how hard his heart was beating until you spoke up again. “So, you’re fine with my methods of putting idiots in their place?”

Merlin, he was smitten for you.

Since that fateful day, you two spent almost everyday together. It ranged from helping each other study, patching you up after a fight and even singing off key right at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Eventually, your friendship molded into a partnership. Not much changed, as you both expected, but it just became romantic. Singing muggle love songs while gazing at the stars, double the cutesy nicknames and even going to the Yule Ball together when the time came. 

Eventually, the cold season shifted to a warmer climate, leaving students trying to hide from the soldering sun and less than helpful warm breezes. Currently, you and Cedric were sitting down by the Weeping Willow, using it for shade. It was perfect. You were leaning into his side with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, allowing you to play with his fingers while he read. 

“Hey, DigDug?” Your soft voice broke the silence as he nodded his head, silently telling you had his attention. He let out a soft hum, telling you to continue on. “I have a secret to tell you.” You put on a guilty expression, in case he was watching and turned toward the lake across from you. 

“Whatever it is, love, I’m still gonna be by your side.” His arm tightened around you in a secure manner, worry flooding his mind when you let out a shaky sigh. 

“Ok, well.. I.. I wanted to tell you I.. I love you.” You smirked at him, the guilt one big act. He stared at you blankly before slamming his book and setting it beside him. “Babe?” You spoke up when he didn’t say anything. “Ced?” Your eyebrows furrowed in worry. You felt it drain just as quickly as it hit you when he lightly shoved you over, a chuckle leaving his lips. 

“I love you too, sugar!” Cedric laid down on top of you, a smile across his lips. You ran a hand through his hair as you let out a grumble over it not being fair. He snorted, laying his head on your chest and just hearing your heartbeat. He ran his hand down your free arm and interlocked his fingers with yours. “I seriously love you so much.”

“I love you too, you big softie.” You laughed, which sounded more like a wheeze. Probably because of the pressure of him across your abdomen. You were the big softie, whether you wanted to admit it or not. You were sweeter than sugar, but you could turn sour so quick you could make a dragon dizzy. Luckily, he always favored those kinds of candies.

[madswritingvoid]

Forgiveness

Pairing: Shane “Dio” Morrissey x f!reader

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: Angst/Fluff, hurt/comfort, swearing, Dio being rude

A/N: Hi Anon! Hope this is something close to what you were looking for, I’m still new to angsty things but I hope you enjoy xxxx

Two weeks.

He hasn’t seen you or heard from you in two weeks. You’ve been together a whole year and this is the longest he’s been away from you, and it’s all his fault.

As he stares into his third cup of shitty black coffee, this diner isn’t as good as your usual haunt, he wonders if you’re even still together anymore? Will he ever get to hold you again? Kiss you? Touch you? Picking at his chipped black nail polish he goes over that night again and again in his head. The sun making the rings adorning his hands sparkle, the skull band you got him for your one-year anniversary offering a mocking smile.

He’d been spending a lot more time at the club lately, more time as Dio and not Shane. Being the Goth King of New York City, loved by the endless hoards of drones, and not as Shane - your boyfriend who went record shopping with you, made vampire fangs out of pretzel sticks to make you laugh, the man you love. Loved?

“What do you mean you’re heading out?” Your voice is small as you stop working on dinner to face him. He doesn’t answer at first, working on fixing the collar of his leather duster and making sure each chain around his neck is perfect, raven locks properly messed up. “Exactly what I said. I am going out, heading somewhere that is not here,” he shrugs at his reflection, still not meeting your eyes.

You scoff, “don’t talk to me like that Shane. I’m not an idiot, ” you walk up to him and place a hand on his shoulder, pushing against him so he’ll turn around and finally meet your eyes. “This is the first time in two weeks you said you’d be home, I rented Interview With The Vampire and made dinner,” you gesture to the meal simmering on your small stove. He shrugs again and takes a step away from you, “what do you want me to say? That I’d rather stay here then go out? Maybe if you had got a better movie I’d stay, but -” Your eyes narrow and you cross your arms over your chest, hip cocked to the side, ready for whatever comes next.

“Since when is that a problem? Since when do you spend every night at the club and act like staying in with me for one night is so painful?” You go out with him sometimes, of course you also like having fun, but you hate how he has to be so different when you’re out. He isn’t as affectionate, barely holding your hand as his admirers swarm around you both. At least when you’re home together or just go out for a relaxing date, you can see how free Shane is. He’s excitable, romantic, always insisting on buying you a little trinket from somewhere to commemorate the date to display in your home.

“Since you’re uninspired! When I go to the club, people made me realize how you’re not with it,” he throws his hands up. You’re stunned, since when did he give a shit about what anyone thinks about you?He said he loved that you’re not exactly like him. “You don’t get it. There they want my attention, crave my approval. You’re just here, going with the motions. I didn’t realize I’ve been wasting so much time with a drone,” he sneers, “so sorry if I don’t give a shit about Tom Cruise in a wig.”

He laughs, “oh what? Now you’re mad? Over movie night?” You’re shaking your head, looking at him but not recognizing the look in his eyes, the eyes you adore. “Why are you being like this? You may have everyone at that club thinking your shit doesn’t stink, but don’t you dare act like you’re too good for me. We share a bathroom,” you smirk. He bristles, yeah maybe he’s wrong. A movie night with you is better than going to the club, but he can do whatever he wants and shouldn’t have to explain himself to you. A King shouldn’t have to explain to anyone.

“Shut up, you think you’re being so clever. But we both know you’re not, always so afraid of what people are thinking about you, about what I think about you,” he sneers. “I said I didn’t want to watch a movie, I want to go to the club, that’s the end of this discussion and you can apologize to me when I come back,” with that he gives you a once over before nodding a bit, deciding he’s done with this conversation.

“Then don’t come back.” You whisper, your voice low but strong. “Get the fuck out Dio,” you growl, you never call him Dio, “I don’t know where this is coming from, but you will not speak to me like that. I love you, but I do not deserve to be treated like this. Not by anyone.” He’s just staring at you, slack jawed. Sure, you’ve had fights before, but it’s never felt like this. So final. Now he scoffs and takes a step towards you, “where am I supposed to go?”

Your eyes harden, “I’m sure the King won’t be left stranded, someone willing to give you everything you’re obviously missing here.” He heads for the door, hearing you finally start to break down as the door shut behind him.

That was it. He tried coming home after his night out but the door was locked, and you didn’t leave his key under your welcome mat like you always did. He slept in the hallway until he woke up to you throwing a bag of his clothes on him, slamming the door shut without a word. It feels like he’s in some shitty movie, just scenes of him sleeping on a different couch flashing by as he thinks about how much he loves you.

He didn’t deserve you. You saw past Dio, and wanted to know Shane, love Shane. You’d dye is hair black when his roots came in and painted his nails while watching some shitty horror movie, always happy to do the little things to make his day easier. You didn’t seek his approval but valued his opinion as your partner, your equal. He didn’t have to be “on” when he was with you, just Shane. And he fucking missed it.

“I’m so fucking stupid,” he grumbles to himself. Throwing down the cash for his coffee, plus a tip (another thing you made sure he did), he went about his new mission. He hit up all your favourite stores, not that you were someone who could be bought, but he made a small basket of things he remembered you saying you loved or were running low on. Things that would show you he listened.

He knew you were home, could hear The Smiths bleeding into the hallway as he got closer to your door and sighed, you onto turned to Morrissey when it was bad. Shuffling his care package in his hands he knocks firmly to cut through “There Is A Light That Never Goes Out”. Shane knows you heard him because it’s suddenly quiet on the other side of the door and the soft sounds of you shushing a meowing Lucifer get closer. He isn’t sure if you looked through the peephole with how quickly you appear in front of him, but the hard look in your eyes says otherwise.

“No,” is all you say. Shane’s knees feel like they’re about to buckle, seeing you for the first time in so long, all he can focus on is how beautiful you are. He wants to drop to his knees right there, bury his face in your stomach as he cries his apologies. But that’s not what you needed. “Please, please let me just apologize,” he pleads, “I was an asshole, a real jerk, a-” you cut him off with a hand over his mouth. “Yes, you were those things then and are probably still those things now, come in and we’ll talk even if you don’t deserve it.”

Following you into the apartment like a puppy dog, Shane waits for you to motion to the couch to take a seat. Lucifer hopping up beside him immediately, happy to see him. “So, what is supposed to be happening here?” You’re rubbing in between your eyes, already wanting Shane gone. You missed him so much, like your heart had been ripped out of your chest, but you deserved an apology and you didn’t think “Dio” would ever admit to being wrong. “What is happening here, is that I’m an asshole,” he says confidently causing you to freeze. 

“These two weeks have been torture, I feel like I’m a hollow shell just waiting to be sucked into the black hole of nothingness. You are my heart, my everything. You deserve the world, and not some asshole telling you that you’re a drone when you are everything. You are all I want and I don’t deserve you, I know that, but please let me try to show you,” he puts the care basket on the table, “please let me be worthy of your love again.” You cautiously start to ruffle through the basket, eyes watering as you realize what’s inside. Taking a deep breath you meet his eyes, glassy with unshed tears. “Shane. I love you, I love you so much it hurts. But you can’t talk to me or anyone like that. You’re so much better than whatever the fuck that was. I am willing to try and work through this, but it will take time. I deserve better,” you sit beside him finally, taking one of his hands in yours.

“Anything,” he promises, dropping to his knees in front of you. “Anything you want or need me to do, I’m ready to do it. I want to be good for you, show you the love you deserve,” he’s kissing your joined hands. He wants to say more but the tears he’s been holding in finally fall and he buries his face in your lap. You free one hand to start stroking his hair and kissing his temple. “We’ll just take it one step at a time,” you soothe.

 “Whatever you want, my queen, my soul, whatever you want.”

[strawbabysimp]

Sanji Relationship HCs

Someone please get this cook a person who will treat him right♡

Sanji still praises and appreciates girls but it won't be in a sexual regard. He simply loves women and thinks they deserve everything. He can take things a little far but be definitely toned down on the perverted nature of his comments after dating you. If he ever thinks you're truly bothered he'll go over to you and make a huge show of professing his love and admiration just so everyone knows that you're on a completely different level than everyone else.

Word of advice: Keep tissues on you 24/7. This man gets a nosebleed just from looking at you. Chopper is very concerned that he'll bleed out if this relationship continues but Sanji could care less and thinks that dying from loving you so much would be the best way to go.

He'll fight with Zoro for simply looking at you. It's a problem. Zoro ends up either backing away with his hands raised since he's so used to the cook's antics or egging him on even more by giving your body a, what you know to be passionless, once over. "Why are you looking at Y/N you overgrown weed?! Don't you have anything better to do like throw yourself over the deck and give that moss head of yours a watering?"

When Sanji finds out you're interested in him he's shocked. He thinks you're just playing along with his very unsubtle advances. You'll have to say it twice before the nose bleed stops and he just stares at you. No heart eyes. No rants about how your beauty resembles some type of flower. Nothing. He's just kind of stunned. No one ever responds with an honest confession of feelings and while he returns them he's still weighing whether or not you're being sincere for a minute.

He'll make the girls and you over-the-top snacks but he'll come to you beforehand to ask what you're craving or if there's any particular dish you want to be made. If you ask any meal of the day will revolve around your desires. He's a complete sucker for you and he's not ashamed.

He won't quit cigarettes so don't even try. If you ask he'll last a day at most and it'll just make him feel bad that there's something he can't do for the person he loves. Let the Cook have his tobacco.

He hides it pretty well but he's insecure that you'll end up leaving him or that he won't meet your standards in some way. He's head over heels in love with you and if you ever stop feeling for him then he'll know that even at his best he won't be enough. Offering him small praises makes his heart leap and helps keep the negative thoughts at bay.

At night he likes to lay down with you curled up on his chest, easing you into sleep as he talks about his dream of finding the All Blue. Sanji goes on and on about the different dishes he could make and how you'll be there to taste test them for him. There's always something new to bring up, whether that's a certain type of fish he wants to incorporate into his meals or just how beautiful he thought it must be to have all these different ingredients in one place.

If he's having a rough day and you're busy, Zoro will come over and make a small comment about the Cook's behavior. They may fight a lot but they're also very perceptive to each other's moods. You'll give him a quick word of thanks before heading over to your boyfriend to hopefully brighten up his mood.

When you end up skipping a meal -- it's inevitable with how frantic life can be on the seas -- Sanji takes time out of his day to set up a romantic dining area once the others make themselves scarce. Complete with a vase of flowers and an assortment of your favorite foods, he sits down with you at the table to make sure you get a good meal in you.

He absolutely adores PDA and now that he has someone to partake in it with regularly he can't resist clinging onto you. He'll sit on the stairs with you in front of him, watching the water go past as the sea air fills your lungs. If you try to get up he'll wrap his legs around your waist(since of course, his arms were already around you) and make a big deal about couples having to spend time together to secure their love. "I'm not saying if you leave our love will be any less secure though, of course! My love for you is endless just as is your exceptional beauty!"

[writings-of-dumpy]

Night Crawling: Punk!George Weasley x Reader Smut

Summary: Based on the song Night Crawling by Miley Cyrus and BILLY FUCKING IDOL.

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit.

The lights in the club were daunting to anyone who hadn’t seen them before and a disco ball hung above the lasers and fog. The dance floor was heating up as the night wore on. Fred and George frequented this club and enjoyed their wiles with the mix of witches and wizards. The twins prowled the dance floor and enjoyed the attention from the girls that they got, but they’d never take their flirting too far. They mostly did this to relive the stress of their days and to get out the extra creative energy out of themselves. Not that their clients were particularly testy, but they had become a rather popular tattoo shop in Diagon Alley so busy schedules and time crunches sometimes made their jobs as artists not as fun. George loved being a tattoo artist, though, and wouldn’t change it for anything. Fred felt the same.

The thumping of the club’s music egged George on as he danced like an animal with strangers. He loved the attention his body got from various girls, which he figured was partly why he loved his tattoos and piercings so much. Not very many wizards had recreational body art, but it was becoming more acceptable in their world. Fred and George had started their business idea after venturing through London in their first year and seeing all of the colorful and unique patterns on Muggles' arms. The pair were fascinated and as soon as they were old enough, they both started getting tattoos. George had found that pierced ears were fashionable, too, so he now often sported various jewels and hoops in his earlobes.

His movements were interrupted by the need to use the bathroom. The club had a small and dingy bathroom that was relatively soundproof. Although he had no proof of that, he was sure that nobody would be able to hear anything in the bathroom anyway. He relieved himself and as he turned around to wash up, he accidentally scraped his arm against the bathroom wall.

“Fuck,” he hissed and looked at his arm that was now bleeding. He washed his hands and looked for something to sop the blood up with, but suddenly the door clicked open.

“Oh shit, sorry, I didn’t—are you okay?” a girl in a crop top and mini skirt said to George gesturing to his bloodied forearm.

“Cut meself on the wall there, careful, love,” George said in a charming voice. He looked her up and down and felt his eyes grow hungry. Normally he wouldn't do more than flirt with the pretty girls in the club, but he had never seen her before and the beating in his chest told him he might break that rule.

“Oh no, let me help,” she said and entered the bathroom letting the door close behind her.

George let her sop up the blood with a few paper towels from the dispenser and he let his eyes wander over her body. He felt himself licking his lips as he watched her.

“What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?” he asked. The more time he spent with her, the more he seemed to realize that she wasn't the usual girl to walk into a club like this one.

“My friend is getting married next week, we're having a celebration,” she said with a smile. George felt a smile creep onto his face.

“Oh yeah? Congratulations to your friend then! Good of you to celebrate with them,” George said.

The girl smiled and shrugged. “This usually isn't my scene, but I'm glad you think I'm being nice.”

George admired her work and the two cracked a jokes about the dingy bathroom. Once she was done placing a bandage on him that she had pulled from her bag, he caught her chin with his thumb and fingers.

“Thank you...” he said. They made eye contact and George could see that she was blushing.

“It's no trouble at all,” she said to him and made no effort to move away.

“I have the urge to kiss you,” George thought aloud.

“By all means,” she said. He smirked and crashed his lips to hers. Their kiss was sloppy and full of tongue, George was impressed. He'd snogged plenty of girls before, but this kiss gave him meaning. He flicked his wand to lock the door and hoisted her up on the small counter that was attached to the sink. A small moan escaped her lips as George's tongue found its way to her neck.

“I cannot believe I'm making out with a stranger in a club,” she said just above a whisper. George smirked devilishly and kissed her neck more gently.

“What's your name, love?” he asked between kisses along her jaw.

“Y/N... Yours?” she said and gripped his black and loose-fitting shirt.

“George, darling,” he said.“Got a boyfriend?”

“Psh, no,” the girl scoffed.

“Good,” George said and made a dark mark on her neck. He felt connected to this girl. Underneath his exterior, he had always been a hopeless romantic, and this kind of interaction gave his club trips meaning, this was just what he needed.

Their lips found each other again and George pulled her impossibly close to him as they kissed fiercely. He didn't want to push her too hard or make her uncomfortable, so for the most part he let her take the lead. Moans escaped their lips and their kisses became more and more like a fight for dominance that George absolutely won. They found themselves out of breath with Y/N pinned against the wall and George's hands holding her wrists above her head. When their kiss slowed, George let go of her with a smirk and saw the bruises  starting to form on her neck.

“That was nice,” she said with a small laugh.

“Next time I'll take it farther,” George said with a wink and slipped hr a piece of parchment with his number on it. He glanced at himself and saw several bite marks and purple bruises starting to form on his neck and he smirked, then walked back onto the dance floor. He was  hot and bothered, but he didn't want to make a one-night stand of that girl. He wanted to see her again, but was worried he might not be able to control himself.

“What the bloody hell happened to you tonight, mate? You were gone for almost an hour!” Fred asked as they exited the club. “Oh my god, you shagged someone, didn't you! Look at your neck!”

George rolled his eyes. “Not quite, but damn was she hot.”

~*~

The next day, George distracted himself with his work and made sure each client went home happy with their new artwork. He wore the hickies from last night like a badge of honor and reveled in glances toward them. He looked at his schedule and his heart jumped when he saw that his last appointment was under the name Y/N.

As if on cue, Y/N walked through the door and they made eye contact. He smirked widely and strode over to her.

“Well, hello there, Y/N. What can I do for you?” he said with a smooth voice.

Y/N looked shocked, but pleased. “Well, I'd like a tattoo.”

“Perfect, you've come to the right place,” George said with a wink. He brought her over to his station and thanked the heavens that Fred decided to go into the office.

Y/N showed him a picture of some lettering and a heart, and he smiled at her.

“And where would you like it, love?” he asked her. His heart jumped when she pointed to her hip.

“I was thinking here? Do you think that would look good? I don't want it any place too obvious... not that daring yet,” Y/N said with a small laugh.

“That wasn't my impression of you,” George joked. She blushed a deep red and George called her over to his station in the back corner of the shop.

She sat in the chair and George smiled at her as he sat down and drew up the stencil.

“So... can I ask why you haven't given me a ring?” George said. “I won't be offended, I promise.”

“This may come as a shock to you, but I don't often get serious offers. I assumed you were drunk last night,” Y/N said with a hint of sarcasm.

George's face fell and he began to worry. “I wasn't drunk. Were you?”

“Not at all,” Y/N said.

George relaxed and smiled at her, then instructed her to pull her shorts down enough for him to place the stencil. She ended up unbuttoning the pair and pulling half of them down, which gave George a peek at her purple panties. His eyes, he was sure, went darker with lust and his pants tightened as he gently placed the stencil on her skin. He pressed it down gently and he saw goosebumps form around where his hands were.

“Go ahead and look in the mirror and see what you think,” he said and gestured to the mirror behind him on the wall. Y/N smiled and nodded, then walked past him and looked in the mirror. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander across her, and he snapped his head away as she looked up. He remembered the way she felt against him and smiled to himself as he got set up for her tattoo.

“Looks great!” Y/N said and turned to him with her thumb holding her panties and shorts down. George smiled and patted the bench for her to lie on once again and he put his gloves on.

“You ready, doll face?” he asked her. She nodded and he got to work.

“Oh. This isn't bad at all,” she remarked once he had made a few strokes. He laughed.

“Some people are more dramatic than others...” he said. He smiled at her and finished the tattoo in pretty short order what with it not being very big. She smiled widely at the finished product and thanked him.

“Alright, I'll wrap it,” he said and pulled out the cling wrap from his drawer. He ripped off a long piece and started smoothing it over her middle. He noticed her lick her lips and her chest started to move quicker. He smiled devilishly and dangerously slowly smoothed the wrap over her middle.

“George...” she whispered breathlessly. George smiled and ran his hand over her back and kissed her neck.

“Gotta listen when the Devil's calling, love,” he whispered in her ear.

“Oh, yeah? And what's being said?” she said with her head tilted toward him.

“Fuck this girl,” he said in her ear and bit her lobe lightly. He gripped her hips, careful of her new ink, and pressed himself against her. He flicked the sign to closed and locked the door with his wand and turned her to him.

“Well I suppose we should do that, then,” Y/N said and no sooner did she finish speaking did George have her pinned to the opposite wall and kissed her with all the passion he could muster. She moaned and he ground his hips against her. His hands smoothed over her chest and then slipped under her shirt. He grabbed a fistfull of her breast and squeezed, eliciting a moan from her.

“Sometimes my thoughts are violent, dear,” he whispered into her ear.

“Sometimes I stab people in the back,” she responded with a suggestive look.

George made quick work of getting her naked and on the couch that sat in their waiting area. He attached his lips to her breasts and sucked and bit much like he did to her neck the night prior. His hands freed his throbbing dick from the confines of his pants and he hovered over her.

George grinned and slipped his hand over her chest and wrapped it around her throat. Her eyes went wide in delight and he smiled after confirming that this was a welcome move. In one quick motion he applied pressure to her neck and thrust into her. He was egged on further by the guttural noises that she emitted. The wet and warmth that surrounded him sent his body into a frenzy. He bucked into her and howled like a maniac in response to her moans.

“Fuck, baby doll, never knew I'd get such a good shag,” he moaned in her ear.

“George, don't stop,” she gasped out.

“Oh darling, I'm not stopping until we're done,” he assured her. His hand moved from her throat to her nipple. He pinched it hard and sent her to arch her back and nearly scream in pleasure.

“George!” she howled. George momentarily looked up to make sure he was out of view of the office and saw Fred with headphones on facing the other way.

“That's it, baby girl,” he moaned. He hoisted her up and pressed her against the wall and fucked into her with purpose. She WOULD come for him.

He could tell he was getting close but he refused to hold out on her. He pulled out of her and directed her to crawl on all fours and he pressed into her from behind. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up so her back was against his chest. Her hands wandered over her body until she started circling her clit.

“Oh-ho-ho, baby that's it... come on dirty little girl,” George encouraged. He could feel his own climax approaching and suddenly, Y/N went rigid and cried out for him with breathless gasps. He laid her down on the couch once more and finished into the bin next to the couch with a deep moan and cry of her name.

“That was intense,” Y/N commented and reached for her clothes. George laughed and dressed himself next to her.

“I've never done that before,” he admitted.

“Me either... Now, how much for the tattoo?” she asked and pulled out her wallet.

“A date,” George said. “A real one.”

Y/N blushed. “Alright...”

[oneaddishun]

Niall being single a dad to maybe a girl? Like maybe a day in the life of the Horans or something

WARNING: Mostly angst or fluff but since this is my first time writing non-smut, non-sexual, non-romantic fics, it might be cringe-y for certain audience.

Also, I didn't quite like the first draft with normal, everyday things. So I twisted it up a bit and made some plot with conflict. If you'd like to read the first draft, tell me and I'll post it too :)

EDIT AFTER WRITING THIS: What the hell is up with me? It does include talks of sex as well!! One! Can't I write just one fic without sexualising it?! Also, read at your own risk warning since I couldn't keep my hands off of sexual stuff. No description. Just talks of sex.

WORD COUNT - 1.3k +

NIALL'S POV

Writing. Writing. Writing.

That's what I've been doing since the last few weeks. I have barely had any time for my own daughter. I know her mother would be so ashamed of me. She left me with the only thing that mattered to her more than anything else and I couldn't take good care of it.

Lately my daughter has been a little moody and I can't blame her for it. I know she's been bottling up her emotions because she is a very understanding young woman but it's only a matter of time before she bursts.

I was on my couch doing my usual thing- writing songs. The pen in my hand would scribble on the paper in my lap from time to time. It would take me about a whole minute or two to move on to then next line. I would occasionally stare out of the window and look at the pouring rain. I could hear the light patter of rain on the soft grass as a heavenly smell filled my nostrils.

From the distance, I heard another sound which wasn't the rain. It was her; my daughter. I looked out of the window instantly and saw her pushing a guy out of our driveway and cursing at him.

"You fucking go away or I swear you'll regret following me here!" she yelled.

The guy muttered something back but it was hard for me to make out what he was saying. Maybe some words of apology?

I have never seen her with a guy that close- let alone curse at him. I was seeing a side of hers I had seen never before. She was like a flame. Even the rain and her drenching clothes weren't bothering her.

When the guy stopped talking- and mind you, he was making so many facial expressions that you'd get a headache just watching him- my daughter's expression turned cold. She stared at him as if she was a statue.

The she tightly closed her fist and smacked the guy on his face. She turned around and walked towards the front door.

As I expected, the doorbell rang moments later. I opened the door and she entered. She was wet from head to toe. The raindrops on her face made it hard to notice but I could see it in her eyes that she was crying. A million thoughts raced into my mind. The one that popped up the most was about how much she resembled her mother. Her eyes looked the same when she cried- beautiful, but filled with melancholy.

"Are-" I almost choked the first time. "Are you crying? Is everything alright?" I asked her, hiding the fact that I had seen everything.

"W-what? No- no. I- it must be the r-r-rain," She lied and without another word, she pushed me out of her way and stormed off to her room. It was kind of rude but I had to suck it up for then.

About half an hour later, I decided to check on her. I knocked on her room thrice. No response came. It was unusually quite. I knocked thrice again. Still no response. I barged into the room with worry.

The room was deserted as if no one was there. The bed was properly made and everything was in order. My daughter wasn't to be found anywhere. I looked around and paced everywhere, hoping to find her somewhere.

I heard a whimper from the bathroom and I rushed inside. My mouth hung open when I saw the scene in front of me. I was horrified.

Lying on the floor was my daughter I had taken care of since she was born. A blade beside her and a bleeding cut on her delicate wrist. I was shocked to my very core. What the hell was she doing?!

My mind went blank and for the second time in my life, I was going to cry for a girl. Her mother made this mistake and that's the reason she isn't here with me today. I can't let my daughter do this too. I bent my knees and sat down beside her. I then rested her head on my lap.

Her eyes were half open. She looked at me through them. A single tear left her her eye. Her hair were damp and wetting my pajama but I didn't care.

"NO!" I screamed with everything I had in me.

"Dad..." came her faint reply.

"This can't- You- I- that guy-"

"Dad..." she whispered but I didn't hear.

"You can't go! This-"

"DAD!" she screamed this time to get my attention. I stopped stuttering.

"Dad, it's not that deep. I'm sorry you had to see this," her words were spoken so softly that it took me a second to understand what she said. "I'm okay. Just tired, that's all,"

"Why did you do this?"

"Forget it dad,"

I took her in my arms and carried her to the bed. On the way, she lifted her arm and wiped the tears off of my face. I hadn't noticed it but apparently, I had been shedding tears all this while. I didn't stop her. I let her wipe it off. This reminded me so much of her mother; even she doesn't know how much. As if the past was repeating itself.

I laid her down on the bed and sat beside her- my hand intertwined with hers.

"It was him." she spoke up after a very awkward silence. The bleeding had stopped now since I had bandaged it. "He was my friend,"

"What did he do?"

"Dad, you have to promise me you won't say anything to anyone and keep calm,"

"I- I won't tell anyone," I promised her without talking about my calm. I have anger issues and she knows it. But I would try.

"We were more that friends. He was my-"

"Your boyfriend? Why would I get angry at that?"

"We were friends-" she looked me dead in the eye, "-with benefits,"

I audibly gasped.

"Shhh... Listen first. He tried to- t-" her voice was faltering so I held her hand. As if it gave her my power, she spoke up, her voice stronger now. "He- he didn't stop when I- I said the safe word. He s-s-slapped me and d-degraded me which was a hard rule but he- he-" she broke out into sobs.

I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly.

"I saw what happened outside," I admitted and she nodded.

"I love you dad. I won't ever. Ever. Ever. Lie to you."

"I love you too, angel. What you did outside, well, the guy kinda deserved it. I don't care what happened to him but this here," I held out her wrist covered with mark that I had failed to notice ever since she started this.

She hugged me again. And in the hug, she whispered in my ear, some words of apology. I gently smiled and petted her hair. She was my big girl. My strong girl. I won't ever let her go through what her mother had to go through. I will protect her.

I chuckled. "I didn't know you had already lost your virginity,"

She broke away from the hug and nudged my arm. She smiled with her cheeks coated with endless streams of tears. "You're making this awkward,"

"I know. But like- when?"

"DAD!"

"Aww come on! I'm the man who raised you. I deserve to know,"

"A year ago. To the same guy I punched,"

"Huh-"

"Just kidding dad. I was just a minor then. I remember your rules 'No intimacy with any gender before 18'" she mimicked my voice. "I lost it just a month ago,"

The mood was much lighter than what it was ten minutes ago. Even though we were talking about sex, none of us seemed to be bothered by it. We spent all our evening talking about various things which we kept from each other. I always made sure not to bring up what happened today. She would grow up and live a long, long life. Because I would make sure she doesn't cut again.

I was going to make her live happily ever after.

But oh how badly I failed!

[tonesplash]

edward x reader

a/n: this is my first time writing anything ever i just wanted to write about edward joking around, long the way i learned unmoving isnt a word, apparently.

warnings: smoochin, reader character is vaguely brown and a gamer ig, uuuh gta mention?? thats it 

(p/n) = parents name

"I could almost hear your hair breaking off from the driveway." You barely flinch when he suddenly appears behind you in the mirror, evidently back from his hunt.

"Is this you saying me being bald is going to be a problem? Or are you gonna let me do what I need to do?" you snark, leaned over a bowl of ammonia with tired arms and a tingly scalp.

Edward raises his hands and brows in mock surrender, lovingly watching you ruin your hair from the bathroom door.

"I'm just asking you to be a little more careful, chemical burns do bleed after all." the mental image that flashes is enough to make the both of you grimace.

"Thank you, for that visual." he frowns.

"Oh but I love to think about you going buck wild on my bleeding skull." you bite your lip in a show of faux arousal.

"Not funny." Edward huffs but smiles anyways as he takes a step and in a flash lifts the sloppily folded instructions off the counter, no doubt reading it all in less than a second.

"What would we tell my parents when I'm pasty as hell all of a sudden?" you finish applying the bleach paste to the piece you were on and move to give him space.

"Venom doesn't burn off melanin (y/n)" he laughs as he grabs the application brush from your extended hand, parting your curls to get at the back of your head.

"How would you know? There any brown girls running at the speed of sound across the united states to beat my ass that I should know about?"

He drops his head to your shoulder to laugh and his shoulders shake with the effort to hold it in.

"Have you picked a color yet?" Edward lifts his head, still smiling as he ignores your foolishness.

"Perhaps I have, but no peeking! It's a surprise!" you sing as you shimmy your shoulders and vogue at yourself in the mirror. His free hand comes down on your shoulder to steady you.

"Stay still, I'm trying to concentrate." The little crease between his perfect brows is enough evidence to prove so.

"Oooooh" you draw out the sound. "so like when you were trying to put the bag on my head inside out and I was a walking dollar store advert for three weeks?" you purse your lips and meet his golden pout in the mirror.

"As I recall, I had profusely apologized" he continues to evenly part and coats your hair, "and I bought you that hat you wanted to help cover it." You close your eyes in exaggerated exasperation, crossing your arms, ready to admonish this immortal man like the boy he acts like.

"Edward, wearing that beret to school every day, for that long, made (P/N) think I was manic." he dips the brush into the bowl one final time and begins gathering your hair to wrap for processing.

      "I thought it was very sweet how nice they were to me until you took it off." you finish tying the bag off as he wraps his arms around your waist to hook his chin over your shoulder.

    You twist to lean against the counter and throw your arms over his shoulders. You really did miss him this past week. He watches your expression carefully.

"Can I kiss you?"

    "I don’t see any issue, seeing as I can hardly smell you over the ammonia." You both share a smile at his dumb little joke.

But they fade as you both lean in, and he's lucky you're a big fan of slow burns because when your lips meet and his hands slowly slide up your back as he gently presses you into the counter, you're in heaven.

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After an already irresponsibly long processing time and the urging of your justifiably concerned boyfriend, you close him out of your cluttered bathroom for rinsing and subsequent coloring.

You can hear him puttering about upstairs in your bedroom as you give yourself a cramp in the neck rinsing your head in the tub.

Once the tub is thoroughly stained and the water runs clear, you towel dry your hair, ready to show off the final results.

You make your way upstairs to find your door cracked open and your tv playing some classical music? Alright. You open the door and find Edward giving his damndest to parallel park a car in (insert video game).

You lean against the doorframe, watching for a moment before you identify what his problem is.

"That's not gonna end well man, you got the MadCatz."

"The what?" He says, looking away from the screen to watch you in the doorway. Your eyes stay fixed on the screen.

"MadCatz is the shitty controller brand I give to my little cousins when they come over so they think that they are playing the game. It hardly worked straight out of the box--- you're about to hit that lady."

In the two seconds he spent admiring your new hair, the virtual car had idled far enough to be dangerously close to a pedestrian who was cursing and gesturing wildly at the now unmoving car.

"How do I get her to move?"

"Don't worry about it, just go." You shrug, trying not to laugh. His choice of radio station is really not helping.

"But then the mirror would hit her!"

"Hit her then! She should've moved already!"

"(Y/N) I'm the one on the sidewalk!" he counters, almost genuinely frustrated.

"Just hand it to me." He relents and places the cheap hunk of plastic in your hand as you lay next to him on the bed, facing the tv. He begins to play with your damp hair, admiring the new color in the light from your window.

     But Edwards hands freeze in place when he idly tunes into your thoughts and faster than you have done anything in your entire life, you yank the controller under your chest and awkwardly crush your arms as the player character exits the car and pulls out a baseball bat.

"(Y/n), give me the controller." he's awkwardly hovering his hands around your body, considering the best plan of attack that doesn't involve intimate contact.

The angry woman stumbles back when she meets the player character's crazed glare, but continues yelling obscenities. And with one mighty swing, she is forcibly moved away from the car and collapses onto the curb.

You begin to cackle as you get back into the car and speed off down the road. Over the soaring orchestra on the radio and your own evil laughter, you fail to notice Edward has gone quiet beside you.

You park the car under a bridge as the cops begin their search and turn to hand back the now sweaty controller.

Only to be immediately tackled to your sheets.

His hands pin your wrists to the mattress as he hovers over you and your laughter dies down.

"You are ridiculous," he pauses to kiss the tip of your nose "but this color suits you. "

"Did you manage to set this up with Alice? This song is  pretty romantic."

And then he's kissing you with an almost reckless abandon, taking your already limited breath away almost instantly as you both get caught up in the motions of close contact.

Until a sharp pang and a flash from the television breaks your concentration and your lips with a sharp as you strain your neck to see what the issue is.

When your vision adjusts, Edward is already pressing his face into the mattress beside you in muffled laughter, and you can't help but join in along with him, even as the now dead man onscreen falls to the ground in slow motion gray-scale.

[internalsealpanic]

Secret Santa

Name: Granny

Tumblr: @multifandomgirl-us prompt: slow dancing + the mistletoe

You looked out the window, frowning deeply at the large pieces of snow drifting down onto the large piles of white burying the inn. The sky was dark, no sliver of light poking through the endless expanse of clouds. The snowfall was ceaseless. It was as if the sky was pouring all of itself down on you. 

To be even more dramatic, the wind outside howled, roaring and thrashing against thick panes of glass. The sound of the coming storm was almost loud enough to drown out the comforting sound of the crackling fire permeating the room. The whole thing felt like the start of some gothic horror novel where the true horror wasn’t dark family secrets or ghosts or even tuberculosis, it was missing your mom’s holiday roast and your granny’s mashed potatoes. 

You fell onto the couch dramatically with a loud ‘harumph’. Jason didn’t bother to look up from his copy of Frankenstein. He simply unfurled to make room for you to lay on top of him. Taking the invitation, you inched up to him, laying your head on his solid chest and stretching your body across his.  

You look up at him, trying to decipher his features. His handsome face was sculpted into focus. The angle of his brow distinguished the line between alertness and ease. You thought that if you looked closely enough into his green eyes you could, in theory, read along with him but you just end up lost in the vibrant pigment like you always do. He always teased you about being a hopeless romantic but in your humble opinion, Jason is even worse than you. 

You pout at him. He huffs at you, rolling his eyes playfully. You’re cute but not cute enough to mess with his reading. At least, that’s what he tells himself.  Jason insisted Frankenstein was a plenty Christmas-y book but when asked to explain, Jason brandished his world-class skills in dodging a question. Then again, he was the one who volunteered way too quickly to accompany you to your family Christmas dinner just to dodge his own. 

“As amazing as I am, I can’t make the blizzard go away,” he says, mouth quirking into a smug smile. 

You whine into his chest. “Don’t you guys have a bat-jet or something?”

Jason snorts, his hand flies to his mouth in a vain attempt to cover the sound. “You say that as if the old man would actually let me use it.”

“Fair,” you conceded, trying not to let the disappointment bleed into your voice. But judging by the way Jason is looking at you, it didn’t work. Jason bit his lip before setting his book down on the side table. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. You snuggled into his soft-looking black sweater feeling the warm comfort radiating off of him. There was always something soft and careful about the way Jason held you that made you feel safe and wanted. Jason’s hugs were a really good representation of how he loved people, carefully. 

You wrapped your arms around him, soaking up his affection. Jason tried to ease into your touch. You looked into his eyes and felt  the shift of his muscles under you.  You knew he was trying to do the same thing as you were. You loosen your hold a fraction, giving him room to settle himself.  Jason’s ramrod posture slackens and he lets himself ease into your touch. This level of intimacy was a lot to ask so you want to take it slow. 

You two sit there for a while enjoying the quiet intimacy. You nuzzled into Jason’s neck feeling the soft pulsing of his veins. Against your chest, you can feel his lungs expand and contract. There is a strange comfort in the slow pedantic rhythm of life, knowing he is solid and safe beneath you. Jason presses kisses to your hair. The song he hums lost in the quiet of the room, more felt than heard.  You smile up at your big softie of a boyfriend.  Jason looked back at you with concerned eyes. Guilt gnawed at his spine, crisp and biting. He knew you were looking forward to this. You’d been talking about spending the holidays with your family for weeks.  

Jason wasn’t particularly fond of the holidays, growing up in a place like Gotham did that to you. For some reason, every nut job in Gotham felt the need to go apeshit and set the city on fire during the holidays. But Jason happily listened to you ramble about previous holidays simply because you looked radiant when you were excited. Bonus points for the fact that half of your stories were hilarious while the other half was just disgustingly wholesome. 

Truth be told, Jason was a little thankful when he first heard about the blizzard. He’d been nervous about meeting your family. You were perfect and Jason was just, well, Jason. You were way out of his league. He felt bad after that which is why he’s been a little grumpy. Compound this guilt with the fact that it was his fault you guys were even in this mess. God, he really needed to make this up to you somehow. 

You blinked awake at the soft sound of the door opening. You lifted your head to see Jason clumsily entering your room with a bunch of ingredients in hand. Your smile widens at the stupid ‘Do you even gift?’ Christmas sweater he has on. 

You don’t know how he pulled it off. You have a theory that it involved bribing persuading some of the hotel staff. Jason managed to amass a modest supply of ingredients for a Christmas dinner for two. But being the stubborn wonderful girlfriend that you are, you don’t let him get away with preparing dinner alone. Jason protests, halfheartedly but it’s hard to ignore the small smile curving his lips.

 You cook and chop all while singing whatever half remembered holiday songs came to mind. Well, it was mostly you singing while Jason hummed along. You could see his ears turn beat red as he hummed with you. You’re pretty sure you’ve told Jason a million times how much you love his singing voice. He waved you off everytime as his other hand tries to rub away the blush creeping up his neck. Those were the times that truly tested your strength. You wanted to squeal from how adorable Jason was but you know the second you said anything your boyfriend would spontaneously combust.  Instead, you usually let him stew in his shyness. 

Dinner was, of course, delicious and you teased him endlessly about how proud Alfie would be if he saw this. You even snapped a few photos to send to the old butler. You would send them as soon as you get a signal again. 

After cleaning up, Jason held out his hand. There is an edge of nervousness in his features. You smile at him kindly, taking his hand. He circles his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him down for a kiss. You two sway as Jason hums as soft tune to you and only you. He pressed his face into your hair murmuring the lyrics quietly to you. A small secret shared between the two of you. You love his voice but more than anything you love that he lets you hear it. You recognize the song.Jason once told you offhandedly about his Christmases when Catherine was around. It was a simple affair of warm soup and Catherine singing Christmas songs. This one was one of her favorite songs. 

You closed your eyes, soaking in the sharp corners of his syllables, thick and brisk even in the softness of the song. This was the Jason you got to keep all to yourself. 

Jason gives you another kiss everytime you two pass another mistletoe. “A lot of mistletoe seems to appear when I’m around you,” you joke against his lips. Jason smiles against you deepening the kiss before pulling away. “Was hoping you’d notice.” 

The snowfall outside is more gentle as you two dance the night away. 

[burnedbyshoto]

before you go

— Before you go, tell me this meant something to you. —

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pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: angst, open ending

word count: 1,668

a/n: inspired by the song, before you go by lewis capaldi. I was listening to it at 2 am on repeat one night, seconds from bed, and I had to write this. feel free to listen to the song on repeat while reading this :D

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“Is this yours?”

The words were soft, nothing too loud—a mere whisper of a word in the slowly emptying room.

“Um… no, that’s yours. I have mine in our… in the room.”

A silence wrapped around the two figures standing in this slowly clearing room. Two people both resisting to look at one another and maybe had they, maybe had they looked into each other’s red-tinted eyes, they would have known that this was hurting them so much.

Shouto nodded his head, slowly placing the charger into a cardboard box, and you did everything to swallow the stabbing sobs rising in your throat.

Two weeks ago, both of you had gotten into a small disagreement. It wasn’t out of the ordinary, a simple fight that was routine for interacting humans. It hadn’t been ugly; there had been no yelling, no fighting, no negativity. It was solely a difference between two people. But when the dust settled, there was something different, something that made the night awkward and the morning tense. 

Neither one of you could figure it out, and neither of you addressed it.

But days were carried on, neither of you addressing the tremor in the air, the tension that rotted your brain, and his. That is, until last night when he looked up from his plate during dinner. It had been a long, tiresome day at work, yet both of you still returned home for dinner as you always did. He had looked up at you, his grey and blue eyes for the first time since that disagreement finally awaken. They weren’t dull, they were clear as the ocean after a storm, and they burned into you without hesitation.

“Do you still love me?” he had asked, his voice unwavering, his hands grasping his chopsticks so tightly - as if he didn’t want to know the answer.

The words had struck you unexpectedly.

There was no refuting that you hadn’t seen this coming because the food that had been traveling to your mouth had slowly fallen back to your plate, and your jaw remained open. Whether it was because of shock or from the dropped food, you had no idea. But those words felt like they should have been dark, they should have twisted and festered within you. They should have made you absolutely and entirely horrified. 

Still, it did nothing to stop the small, questioning, “what did you say?” from spilling past your lips while the both of you continued to stare at each other.

Shouto’s tongue poked out of his lips, his clear sight fogged for a bit, dropping to his plate before he shook his head slightly, clearing the thoughts in his head - clearing the twisted fog that threatened to return.

“Do you still love me?” he repeated, his grip relaxed, and his hands gently placed onto the table. Nothing was threatening about his posture, nothing to elicit the fear pulsing through your spine, but you calmed quickly.

“How could I not?” was your automatic response.

It was instinctual.

Of course, you loved your boyfriend of almost four years?! Todoroki Shouto was someone you knew you could never replace, and you knew that you loved him… right?

“What do you love? Why do you love me?” he questioned, but there was no bite to his tone. There was nothing to his words that made you feel like he was attacking you - there was only pure curiosity. Just a man who wanted to know why his partner was in love with him, but it sealed your throat off for some reason. Your brain was not working.

Your shared apartment seemed to creak in the canyon sized silence between the two of you. Your heart hammering in your throat, the anxiety in your stomach pooling to every centimeter of your body, and your mind raced a mile a millisecond.

You loved Shouto.

You did! You loved him so much!

You loved him because… 

Because…

“I loved you. I loved you with everything I had, but I think… I think that I don’t love you anymore, y/n.” your heart lodged in your throat at those words, it tore your heart into shreds for some reason - even if you had suspected the same thing. But Shouto’s eyebrows furrowed, his gaze lowering as he continued. “I can’t tell you why, but I’ve been thinking a lot about why things between you and me haven’t felt right. You mean more to me than anyone in this world could ever mean, but I’ve realized that I’ve fallen out of love with you.”

“Oh.”

A truth you didn’t want to recognize.

“I’m sorry.”

A lie you had to accept.

The two of you continued to stare at your unfinished plates of dinner, the cold soba you had prepared for that night going untouched for the rest of the night, scraped off the plates and into the trash, the moment the both of you decided to stop trying to eat.

He had taken to the sofa that night, leaving you in the bed the both of you had chosen two years ago. It was decided that he would be the one to move out and find a new apartment, he said that you deserved to stay in the apartment more than him, in the meantime, Bakugou and Midoriya had been willing to take him in. You couldn’t find the energy to argue the opposite, numbly agreeing as the both of you parted for bed, time-freezing with your parting backs.

Sleep never took you that night, but the memories of you and Shouto vividly and repetitively recycled through your head. Every moment, every little thing playing through your head like a movie until you were sobbing into the pillow, trying to muffle the painful cries that bruised your ribs. Your cries didn’t stop until you had to realize that within the last four months, both of you had stopped trying to be romantic, had stopped acting like you were in love, and suddenly all of this made sense. 

But it was too late.

He was no longer in love with you, and this was the price you were going to pay.

So here you were, watching Shouto packing up his belongings - erasing himself from this apartment until it looked like there had been no one but you here. But cruelly, memories of the two of you played before your eyes as he stood up, the box in his arms full and ready to go.

This was the last of his things.

Shouto didn’t talk to you, his eyes stupidly avoiding yours as he dumped the box onto the others.

His entire life comfortably fitting into four boxes, and yet to you; you wanted to scream at him that there was more that he needed to collect. His worldly possessions fit into those four boxes, but what about everything else? How were you supposed to live here with his scent bleeding into every corner of the apartment? How were you supposed to heal when your mind would play tricks to make him seem like he was still here even though you knew he wasn’t? How were you supposed to continue without him?

“I’ll be down in five. Did you bring anyone else?” Shouto asked into his phone, and nauseating fire erupted into your throat.

This was it.

Frozen in place, you could barely process when Bakugou and Midoriya showed up. Their gazes avoided both you and Shouto at all cost after they greeted you, the awkward tension, and sympathy in their auras almost as overwhelming as the memories that still held a vice grip on your throat.

Bakugou had stormed out of the apartment with a box in his arms in less than twenty seconds of being invited into the apartment, hot on Midoriya’s heels, who was carrying two boxes. It left only you and Shouto.

Shouto wordlessly picked up the box, his back still to you, his gaze purposefully not on you.

And he was walking to the door, his form stiff and his right hand twitched - as it always did when he was upset.

“Before you go,” your voice suddenly shouted, the grave desperation to your tone shocking the both of you. “Can I… can I ask you something?”

Shouto stilled in the doorway, one foot out of the apartment, one in still.

Slowly, he turned around, his gaze set on you, the quiet strongness that you always knew to be Shouto for the first time felt artificial. He nodded, his hands shifting on the box.

Time had stilled again.

Your heart hammered in your ears; you didn’t even have a question to ask. There was nothing in your brain that you could muster that would make things better, that would make you feel better. Still, your lips moved, and words followed suit.

“Was there… was there something different that I could have said to make things better? To make you feel loved?” was your weak attempt to save everything.

This was a Hail Mary, a stupid, feeble attempt to get him to stay.

You loved Todoroki Shouto, and stupidly, hopefully, you believed he still did too.

Straightening up, your eyes met his unreadable ones, and you walked over to him, your mind set, and a will to give it your all.

“Because I still… I still fucking love you, and I know that I haven’t shown it in months, but I do. I would do anything for us, and I know that you want to end things - you did end things - but I’m still… If this is something that has no chance ever again, I’ll drop it.” your hands met his cheeks, and your eyes burned into his unreadable ones. “But if there is a slim chance we could love each other again, I want to know.

“Before you go… I need to know.”

Time picked back up when words passed his lips, and you were helpless to the tears that streamed down your face.