#last year i decided to stop reaching out to friends whom i felt i was doing all the work to keep in touch? and i was right because none

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for dumping my friend for working for my ex?

I (16F) recently broke up with my bf of a year, J (16M) because a girl he was in a situationship with previously sent me screenshots of him nonstop harassing her to get back into contact with him all through our relationship. This completely blindsided me and I was really shaken up by how much someone who I thought I loved could be hiding from me.

After the breakup my friends, many of whom had become friends with J while we were dating, cut him out of our group. The way they took my side and stood up for me after such a big betrayal helped to cheer me up. However, this loyalty did not last very long for some people, namley K(17F). She started hanging out with J outside of our friend group very soon after this all went down. I felt very betrayed by this because she was putting a horrible guy she’d known for a couple months over a years long friendship.

As she started spending more and more time with him, I began to suspect that their relationship was more than just a friendship, so I confronted her about it. She seemed offended that I would assume that and informed me that my ex had recruited her to be the public relations for his dropshipping business before the breakup, and she wasn’t going to cut him off because she was making 10,000+ dollars a month.

My immediate reaction to all that was anger. Not just about K taking 10,000 dollars over our 4 year friendship, but also about J asking K to help him out instead of me while we were still dating and “madly in love”. During the whole year we were dating the most he ever let me do was look for sellable products on Alibaba with his friends. Whenever I had suggested something small, like the name of the instagram account when he was selling knockoff Uggs, he would say it was cool and then ignore it. It seemed to me like K had chosen to become someone who meant more to J than I ever would while J and I were still dating and she was still my “friend”.

All of this was really hurtful so I decided to give K an ultimatum: she could either stop working for him or we couldn’t be friends anymore. Instead of being reasonable, K got really pissed and started saying that I was narcissistic and toxic and controlling and that she didn’t know why she had ever wanted to be my friend. I didn’t take what K was saying seriously because she has a habit of saying nasty things to people when she’s angry and then apologizing and acting like nothing had happened the next day. However, after everything that had happened I was seriously done with her. I told her that I didn’t know why we were friends either and if we both felt that way we should just not be friends anymore. Then I said that even if she came crying back to me when J found some other girl to replace her, I wouldn’t want to be her friend again.

Since then me and my loyal friends have tried our best to not be in her life anymore. She hasn’t tried to get into direct contact with me yet, but she does reach out to some other friends in my group to try and worm her way back in pretty often.

It’s hard to ignore her sometimes because we used to be really good friends and I still miss her despite everything. As I have gotten over J and the way he treated these past couple of weeks, I have started to question if the way I treated K was entirely fair. I definitely don’t want to be close friends with her again after how she acted but I feel like I should maybe at least apologize to her or something.

What are these acronyms?

[hrefna-the-raven]

Imagine .....

....not being able to stop thinking about your entcounter with Haarlep. You couldn't shake the sad feeling as you imagined what a life it was to be bound years and years to a cruel selfish master to whom he was never more than a sex slave. So one night you decided to break into the House of Hope again.....

Warnings: fluff, affection, it went a bit dark towards the end^^ Words: 773

You found yourself standing before the boudoir door. The anticipation rippled through your veins as you cautiously stepped inside, unsure of what would await you, your heart racing with each step you took.

And there, on the lavishly adorned bed, laid Haarlep, the incubus who's captivating allure you couldn't escape anymore. His eyes were closed, but you could sense that he was not sleeping for his lips curled into a mischievous smile as soon as you stepped into the room, as if he had been expecting your visit.

"Hello little mouse," Haarlep's, or rather Raphael's, voice rang out, calm yet brimming with curiosity, "what brings you here again? The master is not home."

With hesitant determination, you walked towards the bed, each footfall echoing in the deafening silence. Climbing up, you settled yourself beside the incubus, drawn by an unexplainable empathetic bond that had its origin the last time the two of you met.

"I've come for you," you whispered cautiously, your voice barely audible in the stillness of the room.

A playful grin spread across Haarlep's face, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he sat up.

"Can't get enough of me?" he teased, his voice dripping with his unnatural charm.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace, your touch radiating with tenderness and affection. In that moment, time seemed to stand still. The world outside ceased to exist as you and Haarlep were enveloped in an all-encompassing embrace. The touch-starved incubus, hungry for genuine connection, melted into your arms. With your embrace, you ignited a spark within Haarlep, a longing that he never knew existed. It was a bittersweet moment, a fragile thread of affection woven between two beings from different realms. But as the embrace lingered, the question remained unanswered. What did bring you to the House of Hope? Was it curiosity, irresistible desire for the creature of sinful lust he was, or something far deeper than he could comprehend? No one ever came to him, giving him genuine affection, not wanting anything in return.

"Why....", he muttered, "wha-what are you doing?"

The act of embracing you seemed to drain all his usual self-assurance, as if the warm touch of your skin against his burned away any superiority that someone like him might have over a mere mortal like yourself.

"I thought you might need some comfort or maybe even a friend", the words felt heavy on your tongue, uttered with sincere warmth and yet seemingly unintended to be voiced.

Haarlep's eyes widened, betraying a mixture of surprise and vulnerability. He pulled away from you, his voice filled with a touch of bitterness.

"Darling, I'm an incubus”, he huffed, “I exist solely for pleasure and I'm here to serve the master whether I want or not."

His words struck a chord deep within your soul and a tear rolled down your cheek. With a trembling hand, you reached out to him, your fingertips brushing against his cheek.

"Haarlep," you spoke softly, "you are more than your purpose. You deserve tenderness, affection, and a touch that pleases you for once. You possess a heart that longs for connection, for warmth like anyone else's whether you admit it or not. And most of all, you deserve to be loved for who you are, not just for what you can offer."

Haarlep's gaze fixed on you, a mix of surprise and vulnerability flickering in his eyes. For a fleeting moment, you could see the walls he had built to protect himself begin to crumble. The touch-starved incubus, who had learned to detach himself from from his own desires for the sake of others, was now faced with a glimmer of hope he had never thought possible.

"Let me be the one to show you that there is more to life than being a slave," you pleaded, your voice awash with sincerity.

Haarlep's lips parted, his breath hitching, as he struggled to find the words to respond. A myriad of emotions swirled within his stormy orange eyes, a battle between his nature, his servitude to Raphael and the longing for something deeper. Silence enveloped you both, the weight of the moment hanging in the air. And then, with a final glimmer of understanding, the incubus' gaze locked onto yours, a mix of regret and longing etched upon his face.

"I cannot accept this," he whispered, his voice heavy with unspoken truths, "as long as the master lives, I will never be free and you'll always be in danger, even more so if he ever finds out what happened here today."

"Then I'll kill the devil and set us both free!"

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[follows-the-life-ahead]

Dangerous - Dewey Riley x fem!reader

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five

Summary - Y/n L/n, a high school student in her senior year who lives in the small town of Woodsboro, California. She can’t really complain about her life, she’s a great student, with great friends to whom she can tell everything, well, almost everything. But what happens when a masked killer is on the loose? And one of her closest friends turns out to be the main target of the said killer? Will she be able to survive?

A/n- just a tiny little chapter :)

Info - i lost my taglist google form, so if you want to be tagged in any works comment below this post or send me a message!

Pairing - Dwight ‘Dewey’ Riley x female!reader

Word count - 1.4k

Warnings - mentions murder;

“Sidney Prescott, who escaped a vicious attack last night is the daughter of Maureen Prescott, who was brutally killed last year when convicted murderer Cotton Weary broke into their home and savagely raped and tortured the deceased. Cotton Weary is currently awaiting the appeal for the death sentence handed down after the young Sidney testified against him. She was the key witness in the state’s case against the-“

And the tv went off.

It was the morning after the attack Sidney was a victim of. You were in the kitchen of the Rileys’ household, currently eating breakfast. The news channels were going on and on about last night's attempted murder.

Taking your eyes off the tv, your gaze landed on Dewey. He put down the tv remote on the kitchen counter and proceeded to sit down at your side on the round kitchen table. When you had walked into the kitchen that morning he was on a phone call, you assumed police related, and when your gazes had met you gave him a small nod of your head as a good morning greet.

“It’s never gonna stop, is it?” Sidney spoke up, as silence filled the room. Her question was directed at Dewey.

You stopped eating, putting your sandwich down silently on the plate in front of you. You glanced at Dewey, who proceeded to tell Sidney the same thing he told you last night.

“Billy was released.” He grimaced. You swallowed thickly. The look on Sid's face was concerning you. “His cellular bill was clean. He didn’t make those calls.”

Your gaze flickered from Sid's to Dewey's face slowly. The atmosphere in the room was tense. Sidney's anxiety was palpable.

“We’re checkin’ every cellular account in the county.” Dewey continued. “Any calls made to you or Casey Becker are being cross-referenced.”

Sid's worry was getting the best of her. She shock her body as if a chill ran across her entire form, and you’re pretty sure it did.

“It’s gonna take some time, but we’ll find him.” Dewey tried to reassure Sidney. But she just looked numb.

Tatum tried to comfort her punching her slowly in the arm. “you okay?” Sidney, you noticed, tried to smile, but to no avail.

Silence filled the room once again. Everyone ate in silence. You noticed Sidney picking on her food, but decided to not mention it. You felt a pair of eyes on you. Looking to your right, you caught Dewey's gaze, who simply gave you a grimace of a smile. You did the same. He was the only thing that filled your world with a little light on this sad morning.

Dewey drove the three of you to school that morning. You sat in the back with Sid, and Tatum in the passenger seat next to Dewey. You could feel Sidney's concern radiating from her body. The car ride was silent, aside from the music Dewey put on to try and lighten up the mood.

As you reached the school’s driveway Dewey turned on the car police sirens before parking.

Dewey and Tatum opened their doors and got out of the vehicle. You pushed through Tatum's passenger seat and got out of the car, as Sid did the same on the opposite side.

Tatum had already rounded the vehicle while you were still closing the door. From where you stood you could faintly overhear Dewey trying to reassure Sidney. “Don’t worry, Sid. It’s school. You’ll be safe here.”

But as soon as you started walking to the front of the car, reporters started to launch at Sidney. You stopped near the driver's outside mirror of the car, as Dewey intervened.

“So how does it feel to be almost brutally butchered?” Asks a reporter.

Dewey immediately put himself between the lady and Sidney. “Hey, now leave her alone.” He says as he tries to maintain some distance between the woman and Sid.

“People want to know! People have the right to know!” The news journalist yelled as Sidney hurried off towards campus with Tatum following her.

“Leave her alone.” Dewey continued to interact with the reporter who barely listened to him, even if he was the law.

“How does it feel?” The woman continued.

“She just wants to get an education.” Dewey tired of not being listened to decided to stop being nice and polite for a second. “Turn that thing off.” He said as he pointed towards a cameraman that was recording Sidney from a distance.

Soon the reporters got bored as they realized they weren’t going to get any answers from Sidney and walked away.

You let out a big breath you didn’t know you were holding. You glanced at Dewey who shook his head, probably irritated by all the reporters making his job a lot more difficult than it already is. He took off his sunglasses and brought his hand up to pinch the brim of his nose, as he calmed himself and prepared for another day of interrogating students.

You adjusted your backup on your shoulder and the sudden movement made Dewey look up at you. “Hey.” He said, his demeanor much more relaxed when he saw it was you.

“Hi.” You greeted, a small smile tugging at your lips.

This was the first conversation you had since the night prior. The day had only just started and it had already been pretty eventful. You hadn’t had any time to talk. But the thing is, none of you knows what to talk about with one another. Being apart for almost a year, making it harder to know what was going on in each other's lives.

“Crazy morning, huh?” He asked, awkwardly.

“Pretty eventful, I’d say.” You answered, trying to have a normal and not at all awkward conversation. You just wanted to be able to develop that bond you had.

Dewey closed the door of his vehicle that he was leaning on and turned fully to you. “ I’ll be here today, questioning more students.” He started, “ If you see anything or overhear anything, come find me.”

“Okay.” You agreed. “I’ll be with Sid and Tatum during breaks, we agreed to meet at Tatum’s locker, so we could all be together in case anything happens.” You told him, squinting your eyes as you look up at him.

“It’s going to be okay. You’re in school, and there are police and reporters everywhere, the killer can’t do anything here.” Dewey reassured you, bringing his hand to rest on your shoulder.

His touch burned your skin through the thin cotton of your long sleeve shirt. He is gentle and warm. His eyes make you believe that nothing is going to happen to you.

“I really hope you’re right.” You sigh while nodding. As he just rubs your shoulder. A small act of affection, but that makes your heart flutter.

“I’m always right.” He says goofily. As he lets out a laugh.

You end up snorting. For the first time in almost a year, you both feel completely at ease with each other's presence, like in the old days.

“Yeah, sure you are.” You joke as well.

The bell rings, and it's time to part ways.

You looked towards the high school building. Unknowns to you, Dewey keeps his gaze on you at all times. He takes the small amount of time he has to let his eyes wander all over your face's side profile. He just hasn’t seen you in so long, he didn’t even remember how good it felt to be in your company. You just bring this sense of peace and quiet to him. It relaxes him. He wishes that when this is all over that you’ll be as close as you were one year ago.

“Well, I gotta go.” You look up at Dewey frowning a little.

“Yeah, me too.” He answered, pursing his lips. “I’ll meet you all here to take you home after school.” He says.

“See you then.” You bring your hand to his bicep and give it a squeeze. You walk towards the building, anxiety flooding through your entire body.

“Bye,” Dewey whispered as he watched you go inside the building with a small smile tugging on his lips, as his hand went up to his arm as he touched the same spot yours was just seconds ago.

He puts on his sunglasses once more and hurries off to work. Duty calls.

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[strangersatellites]

i’ve been missing the universe from my first fic lately, so enjoy this snippet (my best comedic work yet) from tip of my tongue, he’s pulling my hair; i’d do what he wants anywhere

“Henderson, please do not get pizza sauce on my carpet!” Steve yells across his house at the man-child balancing boxes reaching higher than his head.

“Geez, Steve, relax, would you?” Dustin chides, “Why are you freaking out anyways? I have never once seen your house this clean.”

Steve spares a moment to feel a bit caught out. “He’s right,” he thinks.

He follows Dustin into the living room carrying a stack of plates. He is met with a sight he has grown all too familiar with over the years of the kids using his home as their designated hang out. Coffee table pulled out to the middle of the floor so there is optimal seating around its perimeter; Lucas, Mike, and Will already seated and bickering about Will’s campaign; Max and El on his couch trying to choose a movie to watch; and more D&D paraphernalia then he even understands or knows what to do with. The only thing currently missing are the rest of the adults of the group, all of whom are en route, hopefully with beer and other substances so that Steve can get through another night of fifteen year olds screaming until three in the morning.

“No seriously dude, you look like you’ve seen a ghost, what the hell are you being so weird for?” Mike asks about the time Steve realizes he’s moved the cups around the table three times.

Moving to stand at the head of the table Steve claps his hands together and places his hands on his hips in what the kids call his “mom pose”, deciding to make an announcement. They had originally planned on just introducing Eddie as a friend, and then getting a read from the kids before they told them anything more. But now that they have seemed to figure out that something is up, Steve is loath to keep the secret from them.

“Oh here we go,” Lucas whines.

Mike groans and Max and El perk up in their seats.

“Watch it Sinclair. Don't make me put you on trash duty.”

Lucas mimes zipping his lips shut.

“Thank you. Okay gang. I don’t usually ask you guys to be on your best behavior because my home is your home and all that shit. But today Robs is bringing over this guy that I have been talking to so I really need you guys to be cool.” Steve pleads with the group, feeling irrationally jittery even though he knows they can tell he’s nervous and would never do anything to actually jeopardize or invalidate his worries.

The girls on the couch both look like this is the best news they have ever heard. Meanwhile, Will, Lucas, and Mike all look shellshocked. Dustin is the only one who maintains some sense of a calm demeanor. Immediately diffusing the shock with an “Okay.. well we’re missing a D20, does anyone have a spare in a backpack or something?”

Steve just laughs as his panic is so quickly relieved with the normalcy of these kids, who all immediately take to looking under the table and under pillows for the missing dice. He takes a second to be grateful they all are so quick to support one another, himself included.

Steve, shaking off his shock, responds, “You know what? I think you guys actually left some here last time you came over to play, let me go grab them.”

“Sweet, thanks mom!” Lucas says to Steve’s retreating form, earning himself a middle finger over the shoulder.

On his way down the hall he hears the doorbell and the sounds of Jonathan, Nancy, and Argyle joining the party and making themselves at home. Steve thinks the most home this house has ever felt is when it is full of these kids and these friends.

Walking into his spare room Steve rifles through the top dresser drawer that has turned into some kind of makeshift lost and found, letting out a victorious “aha!” when he lays his hands on Dustin’s missing D20 and the various other matching D-something’s.

He stops in front of the mirror one last time on his way out to give himself a pep talk before Eddie comes over. It's not that he’s nervous to see him, but the fact that Eddie is essentially meeting his family today, and everyone that's important to him. Logically, he knows there is literally no way they won't like him, but a little bit of fear permanently stays lodged in his chest these days and today it's chosen to take root in this situation.

Making his way back to the rowdy table he drops the dice in Dustin’s hand with a flourish and goes to check his phone to see if the rest of the group are almost here. He is broken out of his task to Dustin’s “What the fuck?”

Turning to see Dustin still standing stock still with the dice in his hand Steve makes to reprimand him for his language before getting cut off with “These are Eddie’s.”

Steve freezes. Approximately a million thoughts and questions start running through his head, the most prominent he asks aloud, “How do you guys know Eddie?”

By now the rest of the party has clued into the situation, Lucas chiming in, “Eddie’s our DM when we play at Hellfire. How do you know Eddie?”

Steve stutters, trying to connect the dots.

“Oh my god,” Dustin screeches, “Eddie said he lost his customs after he was playing with a hookup. Was it you?”

Steve has about three seconds to be offended that Eddie referred to him as a “hookup” and to think that he needs to text Eddie a warning before the doorbell rings.

This time, everyone freezes, Steve sees the moment that the kids all suddenly remember that Steve said Robin was bringing a guy over.

Steve, still in shock, is rooted to his spot while Mike runs to the door, flinging it open to reveal Robin and Eddie. If Steve had his wits about him, he would be most interested in the fact that Eddie looks really fucking good in his worn old Black Sabbath tee and ripped jeans with his hair up, but as it is he is too busy reeling.

Steve watches with bated breath as Eddie’s eyes flit to all of the people in the room and connect the same dots that Steve did only moments ago. Eddie’s eyes finally land on Dustin’s open palm with his apparently custom DM dice and he goes to say “Oh shit! You found-”

“Your dice.” Steve finishes for him.

Again, he sees the moment Eddie remembers what he told the kids happened to his dice.

“My dice... Yeah.” He brings a hand up the scratch at the back of his neck.

All of the kids shake out of their shock at once with shouts and jeers of, “STEVE was the hookup?” and “Oh my god I can’t believe this is happening,” and from the girls, hushed giggles, the remaining adults all putting two and two together themselves.

Robin breaks the panic with, “I feel like I’m missing something here.”

Rather than rehash the entire event in front of the kids, Steve finally launches back into action and grabs Eddie and Robin and drags them into the kitchen.

“Oh my fucking god!” Steve screeches, dragging his hands down his face.

He feels Eddie’s presence behind him and feels one arm snake around his waist and another come to rest where his thigh meets his hip, and warm lips dropping a kiss to his neck.

“Why are you freaking out, baby? This is honestly the best case scenario. I’ve been so nervous all day about meeting your kids, come to find out your kids are my kids,” Eddie speaks lowly into Steve’s ear and honestly? He does have a point. But-

“I think I’m mostly freaked out that they figured it out before I got to tell them. I was fully prepared to make an awkward introduction and wait for you guys to hit it off. I was not prepared for all of them staring at me asking if I was the hookup you left your dice with.” And now that he thinks about it, maybe the world hookup is the part that is bothering him the most.

Robin seems to have finally pieced together the puzzle, “Ohhh, shit. These are the kids that always come to your D&D nights. You know, I honestly should have put this together earlier. Especially after that time you came into work talking about your dice getting you into some super kinky sh-”

“Robs!” Steve cuts her off.

“Sorry!” She squeaks. “This is just all so funny to me. Like how did none of us put together that the obnoxious kids that play at your house are the same obnoxious kids that play at Hellfire?”

Eddie laughs over Steve’s shoulder. “Yeah, I don’t even have an argument for that one. This seems like a massive oversight.” He says rubbing circles into Steve’s hips. “Well, at least we know your kids love your new boyfriend already,” and Steve just rolls his eyes, able to hear the smirk in Eddie's voice, “Nice save, Master.”

Steve shakes off a slack-jawed Eddie and makes to go back to join the kids. “Well, we may as well rejoin the kids and suffer through the impending torment.”

Robin and Eddie cackle behind him as they make their way into the living room.

Upon seeing the kids already in the throes of their game Steve just stands and looks out over the room at all of the people he loves and is once again, so grateful for each and every one of them and their ability to make him feel so effortlessly comfortable even at his most nervous.

He should’ve known better than to think Eddie would ever let him win though. He’s struck from his reverie, when he hears Eddie, in what is undoubtedly his dramatic DM voice, say, “Hey anklebiters! Do you guys need a Dad? I’m trying to un-single your mom!”

[bokunosoul]

Hiiii ur head canons are literally so good could u make an actual story for the undertaker one from ur “Black Butler men as cliché love tropes pt. 2” post?? It’s too good😏

Once upon a Victorian love story

AN : Oh god this request was like 2 years ago, im so sorry i had a writers block and an unmotivated self ): So i hope this long one shot will be acceptable.

Warnings : This was before undertaker becomes a funeral director, typo errors, reader is sent bac kin the 1800s, angst, past lovers au, abuse, messed up shit in the era, death, im using "adrian crevan" as undertaker's name for this au but it's not official yet (only a theory)

I was sitting the the bus for what seems like eternity now. It was the day of the most awaited college fieldtrip for your history major, everyone is exempted in the finals. Except you need to join this trip and write a thousand words essay to pass.

“Hey y/n!” i turn my head to my friend Samantha who is my seatmate for this trip. "Just in time!" she was panting heavily and i sighed. She was always like this, a last minute go'er kinda girl.

A minute later the professor started doing a roll call for each students---everyone was present. After that the bus started hitting the road, i turn to the bus window and just grabbed my airpods on and listened to some music to pass time whilst watching the view.

Two hours later, we arrived at the outskirts of London. The road was getting narrow and narrow as it reaches the misty forest. Crows flock and squawked around the huge gate of the museum which gave off an mysterious aura at the place. Intriguing.

The huge rusty gate opens automatically and your classmates started filming the place as the bus enters the museum. It has amazing landscape and a castle-like exterior that was well maintained. It was amazing on how it was preserved for 150+ years.

"Ah, Mr. Brown! welcome! welcome!" an elderly man wearing a butler's outfit greets our professor. They seemed to be well acquainted with each other as they hugged each other.

Samantha drags me away in front of the students gathering which a tour guide was calling the attention of all the students. "Welcome to the Phantomhive museum students of the University of England! I am Oliver Smith your official tour guide for this trip." he says and continues making a speech on how about this museum is actually a manor back in the victorian era, where a earl used to live in.

The tour guide leads the steps to the museum and the huge oak doors were already opened, inside it was a floor filled with black and white marbled floor, Greek columns, ceiling decked with lighted chandeliers that made you look in awe, paintings hanged up on the wall on top of the dark oak grand staircase.

You followed the guide upstairs again, which led to a dimly lit hallway which the only light source is the windows. I took out my camera and took photos of several victorian artifacts to document and write about.

After that, the tour guide let us roam around the manor but gave off an warning on prohibited activities such as trespassing the locked rooms, touching the objects and a bunch of other stuff. I walked away and looked around which i ended up suddenly seperated from my friend.

Being bored, you decided to just wander around the museum. You suddenly felt a familiar presence, you stopped and look directly at the gigantic painting encased in gold on top of a fire place. There was a man whom dressed in black holding a scythe of death with a peculiar look of smile on his face and a woman on his side who seems to be in a casket laying beautiful in white.

You found yourself looking the the masterpiece intensely "She is beautiful as always even in her last breath." i turn to look at beside me, it was a man with ominous black hair, maybe a bit older than you and was wearing a butler outfit radiating an peculiar aura. Maybe he's another tour guide? i said to myself

I just stood there frozen feeling a wav of familiarity and longing whilst looking at the painting "Adrian Crevan, he used to be the lord Phantomhive's informant. Well, we prefer calling him 'Undertaker' because that was he's known for. Handling corpses and being a funeral director." the man chuckled, and he turns to look at you and smile.

I just stood there frozen, my mind started go hazy and a sharp pain came crashing in your head and unknown memories started coming back from the past.

It all turned black. That's what i remembered.

Somewhere in the 1800s. --------

"Lady y/n, it's time." my maid Laura says behind me. I sighed and turned around to see her holding a whale bone corset. I raised my arms and let her put on the garment which makes

It was my mother's funeral and i have no energy on whatsoever to dress up and even think right. You did not even need this corset anymore because you don't have the appetite to eat. After finishing on putting on the mourning dress and veil i went outside where my carriage was already waiting, with my father inside it.

He was stern looking as always, but behind that façade of his you knew that he was ecstatic. Afterall he lost all the dignity after taking your mother's last name which made him feel emasculated which resulted to him---having affairs, abusive and absent.

My mother was a weak woman, i must admit. She was bound to die before reaching the age of 40 due to her having pneumonia. Despite this, even when she was sick, she was the one guiding you throughout my childhood. When her body can't take it anymore i was getting guidance from my aunt who is my governess.

At just 37 years old before my 18th birthday, yesterday, she passed away peacefully at night. Right here you could not even cry and remain emotionless, all this was not easily to process in just one day. You were in denial.

I just stood there watching my father shed crocodile tears at his speech on how my mother was a loving wife to him and a bunch of other nonsense that happened to them that did not even happened.

Everyone else was crying pathetically. She was born to die, why would anyone be this surprised? An hour later after the mass, your mother's coffin was brought to the cemetery to lay rest beside her late parents grave.

You just watch it get dumped in with the soil and the mourners throwing a white rose as it gets buried. I walked off as i threw the flower on it. My body felt heavy as i feel my tears started swelling in my eyes and i took off running to hide in the cemetery's nearby garden.

I started hysterically crying eventually falling down on my knees whilst clutching a portrait of my late mother. You could only thank the rain and thunder for now as no one can hear your wailing.

"My, my why is a lady doing here crying alone?" a voice mixed with teasing says. I turn around to see a man with long ash hair wearing a long black suit with glasses.

I sniffled and just wailed again and again until no tears started to come out of my eyes and i just sat on the ground numb from all of the pain while the man just stared at you blankly.

You started getting pissed off as he stares at you "What is your problem, why are you staring!?" i growled at him, he laughs and mumbles an explanation that you could not understand and i stood up and stormed away.

He grabs your hand and gives you something out of his pocket which seemed like a chain. I turn to him and opened my palms. My eyes widened at the sight "T-this!...."

"Your mother asked me to give this to you as a keepsake." the man says, his face stoic. Meanwhile i looked at the locket with my late mother's hair on it emotionally and smiled. Your father did not allow you to keep a memory of your mother, hence burning down all of the photographs, paintings, letters and clothes---every memory of your mother's existence.

The man started walking away "S-sir! wait!" i stopped him. He stops and turn around "W-what's your name?" i asked him stuttering. The man smiled "Adrian Crevan, the grim reaper." he says nonchalantly in a silly way that made you chuckle.

"Thank you, Mr. Adrian the grim reaper...?" i jokingly said while wiping my tears and bow at him in respect. He nods before walking away. You secretly hoped that you see each other again.

Two months later you started healing from the passing of your mother and going out more to balls that your invited too.

I stepped out of the carriage and twinkled at the sight of the beautiful mansion in front of me which belonged to the Duke who is part of the royal family. I stood in line of the guests infront of the door who are waiting for their names to be announced.

"Lady y/n of house l/n!" i thanked the man and stepped forward inside the hall wearing my lavish green silk ballgown and curtsied. Every woman stared me with envy, meanwhile men stared at me with lustful eyes.

This was normal since i was not betrothed to anyone at the moment and married men are taking advances with me to take me as their bride or mistress.

I greeted them respectfully but declined them, it was tiring. Honestly.

I found myself surrounded by women flaunting their riches at me. I wish I'd be deaf right now, it's annoying. You slipped away from them and took an glass of champagne from the table and walked towards the empty halls of the mansion just admiring the moonlight outside of the window. I flinched when i suddenly heard an loud thud near the empty grand staircase in the 2nd floor.

I walked towards where i heard the noise. You held your breath as you saw a young woman's body down the stairs, her head has pool of blood forming, and eyes in shock. I held my mouth as i saw the scene. I could not even move, i was frozen from my spot.

A man then appeared from the scene all dressed in black suit, long ash grey hair and glasses holding a scythe. I recognize that man! he was that peculiar guy from your mother's funeral that gave the locket!

He glanced at you but doesn't seem to care and just slashed the dead woman's body. I closed my eyes firmly at the sight. I took a bit of a peek, but instead of seeing a more bloody scenes it was different.

It was like a cinematic record, but not a movie---but someone's memories in their point of view. It continued on forever and ever until it reaches the end of the tape which has the word 'END' on it.

The reaper looks at you curiously "Why aren't you running away my lady?" he asks and folds the cinematic record neatly and put it into his pocket.

I was left speechless, am i going crazy?

"W-what just happened?" I gulped and he rests his scythe on his shoulders "I just reap people souls my lady, im what you called---death." he stated and grabs your waist swiftly and once you opened your eyes you were floating in the sky gracefully.

"Oh god! this is unsafe!" i screeched and held on to him tight not looking down on the ground since you're afraid of heights. A few moments in floating in the air you both landed on the ground.

He chuckled "Humans like you are really interesting, it's been a while Lady y/n~" he commented and kissed my hands, which made me blush. The man smiles at you and you two sat in an empty bench.

"w-WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!" i asked, still in shock and shook the man, he started laughing "You just saw me doing my 'job' and flew!" h e replied.

I hold my head to process on what just happened, maybe i'm just too drunk? I asked him all of my questions on who, what, where, when and why---all of the possible questions. Well that lead to you to getting more interested in each other that birthed to friendship of a human and grim reaper.

Then a relationship a few months later.

You and Adrian are both happy with each other. Every after he finished his job you two would secretly meet up. He would tease you all the time and brought you on top of the big ben at London on a full moon to have a date. The man was also a clingy person who likes to see humorous stuff all the time. Even if he's not a normal person that doesn't stop you both, but this is the day you will finally introduce him formally to your father.

He was ecstatic and positive as you two both enter your manor to greet your father the Lord of house l/n.

"Father, meet my significant other Adrian."

Your father looked at him sternly and was silent, he just sat there and eat his roasted duck.

"F-father did you not he----." he threw the cutlery directly at adrian's face, making him bleed. The grim reaper did not flinched, not feeling any pain as the knife gashed his face leaving a slash "W-What have you've done!" i screamed as i took out my handkerchief and held it on his bleeding face.

"Did i not tell you to not go whoring off with lowly men like your slutty mother! YOU ARE A SHAME TO THE HOUSE OF L/N!" my father raises his voice making you flinch and your eyes swell up with tears.

"Y/n, i'm okay." the man stood up and frowns unamused "I can' t believe a man like you became my future wife's father." he says disappointed and held you close as his face was still bleeding.

"Future wife? are you joking!? Y/n you will get married to Lord Wallace in 5 months! are you crazy!?" father yells "I DO NOT WANT TO MARRY SOMEONE I DONT KNOW AND LOVE FATHER!" i retaliated and walked towards him sobbing.

Adrian stares at you in shock and pulled you away from your father who is forcing you to go inside your room.

"A-adrian...i don't want to marry someone else..." i sobbed in his arms and he clenched his jaw hugging you tightly. It was painful. I don't want this to end.

The last thing you knew was you two hugging on what seems like an eternity, you two both crying. He let's go of your hand and tried to chase after him but failed as your servants stop you chasing after your love.

He just walked away just like that. He just walked away on our relationship. He promised that he will come back after me. Determined. One week. Two weeks. Three weeks. Four weeks. turned into a month. Then five.

I found myself wearing my wedding gown holding a bouquet of white roses whilst emotionlessly walking down the aisle.

He promised that he will love me. He promised that he will marry me when the time comes. He promised that we will run away together. He promised...

It was painful kissing another man. Just get through it, and i imagined that my love was the one i was marrying. But it was harder than i thought. Disgusting. It was disgusting on how this man look at you like a doll full of lust.

'Ten years have passed. I still haven't gotten over my greatest love. I sometimes wonder on what if he came back to me. I'm turning 29 now, i have 2 boys now and a little girl whom i gave birth to just two months ago. Well, life was not easy, my husband was a good for nothing like my father who is a scandalous and greedy man who brought multiple women in our home. I still have hope that we will meet each other again.'

I closed my diary and hid it on my drawer. I hear my daughter, Adie crying in her crib. I quickly took her out from the crib and carried her to stop her from crying.

"Shhh, don't cry.." i kissed her rosy cheeks and laid her to the crib again admiring my precious child.

I sighed and went to get dressed to go to another soiree that my husband was at to accompany him "Lady y/n, your carriage is ready." the maid said behind the door. I grabbed my mink coat and went to the carriage.

It seems that it was raining heavily outside. I hope it's just rain.

"Mama where are you going?" your eldest son Andrew asks "Could we go with you mama?" Allan chimes in, my second eldest. I kissed their cheeks "I will go accompany your father at the soiree, my darlings. Children are not allowed."

They groaned and whined at your reply. You bid them goodbye and entered the carriage. Your husband was already inside and has his eyes glued onto the window, this was normal and doesn't even surprise you anymore.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier as minutes have passed. The carriage has entered the steep road on the way to enter the Druitt estate where the soiree will be held. It suddenly came into a halt when you the carriage stopped and the coachmen screamed in horror. I stared at the window and it was a group of masked bandits.

Wallace, my husband opens the window "Oi! why the fuck did you stop were going to be late!" he scolded the coachmen. Bang! Bang! the bandits shot the coachmen and footman. I held my breath and ducked my head, scared. I look over to Wallace and he was in fear.

The leader of the group comes over at my side "Lord Wallace eh? your wife is a beautiful woman!" he pulled your chin to your chin. I looked over at the man, disgusted while crying.

"H-how dare you kill Mr. Clark and jameson!" i raised my voice looking over at the bloody corpses of our two servants. "TAKE HER! SPARE ME SIR!" my eyes widened as my husband pushes me over at the bandit and took off with one of the carriage horses. I stared at the man in horror "Your husband really is a coward you know?" he chuckled and drags you outside of the carriage in the pouring rain.

BANG! The leader shot your husband through the head with his pistol. His body dropped dead on the mud and the horse he was riding gallops away into the forest.

"W-why? why are you doing this--" you felt a sharp pain in your chest as the man looks at you smirking and twisting the dagger in you. All you can see is blood soaked in your pink dress, the bandit snatches your jewelry in your body as you stared at him emotionless. He took out the dagger out of your chest and pushes you off the wet ground.

This is how will i die huh? What about my children.....my ambitions....my Adrian....i want to see him one last time..

"Y-y/n..." a familiar voice says. My eyes widened at the sight, i struggled to speak up words, i wish i could tell him how much i have missed him dearly, how i long for him.

He still looked the same as ever. Handsome, even with the scar your father left him in your face. I weakly flashed a smile at him as he hold me close in his embrace, sobbing.

"I....i-i....love..you..so...much..."

She speaks up holding his face, i leaned to him close and our lips met. For one last time on what seems like an eternity that you wished that could continue forever. The woman closes her eyes smiling peacefully as the cinematic record started playing.

He hugs her close sobbing under the rain angrily. He hates this. You and him were lovers, you were both forbidden to each other. If only he was a human.

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I opened my eyes slowly "W-what happened?" i asked and turn to my friend, Samantha. She looks concerned at you "Y/n you collapsed at the 2nd floor, Mr. Brown found you and took you to the museum's clinic." Samantha sobbed and held your hand.

"I think im okay now, i want to go rest in the bus." i said and stood up from the bed, your friend nods and guides you to go back to your bus seat outside.

As you were going down the stairs Mr. Brown approaches you "Ah, Miss Y/N are you doing fine now?" he asks, i nodded and thanked him profusely for his help. He smiles devilishly and grabs something out of his pocket and gave it to you.

I looked at my hand. It was a locket, with a picture of you beloved and me.

"Memento mori, remember you must die."

A/N : I might revise this if i had the time, this was so rushed since i was so excited in posting these.

[gardenofnoah]

drowning in it

oooooOOOO he was not in the last episode but he was in my heart and that's what counts. i've had one single paragraph from this in the wips for months and it wasn't even supposed to be about shouto but i was down to clown and now i give you this. wc: 2.2k cw: some mentions of childhood abuse/neglect (shouto), very much fluff, reader has an unspecified quirk

Shouto was not, despite all that he was, quick to catch on.

You couldn't blame him. You'd been the best of friends since childhood—the quiet, brooding boy in class quickly became the target of your attentions, and—as he began to allow it—your affections. Even as children, you saw a need to coddle him, to look after him—there was no one doing it at home, after his mother was sent away. Although he did not indulge you with what did happen at home, the bruises and fatigue he wore like a second skin told you enough.

You'd bring him extra fruit or small bowls of rice that you could sneak out of your mother's kitchen. And after your mother caught you doing that (and promptly scolded you for not telling her sooner), she'd sent you with a second lunch to school everyday. The two of you would sit underneath the flowering trees and eat—in silence most days, but sometimes you would chat about your school work or your future plans. His aspirations never changed—he wanted to be a hero. The greatest. Over the years, you'd wondered—the greatest to whom?

There was no need to ask. You spared him the pain of having to answer.

You'd been a constant in each other's lives since then. You'd grown up together, way too fast—you'd both felt the lasting scars of living through war, physically and mentally, and you leaned on one another. After graduation, you decided to move in together. It really was never a discussion—school ended, Shouto texted you a link to a vacant apartment listing, and you both moved in. It had been just the two of you since then, albeit in a roomier apartment now. The money came with the climb in ranks, and you now overlooked the entirety of Musutafu. The sight often had you reeling. Shouto was something grounding. A reminder of where you'd been.

Now, both working as full-time heroes, you were like a well-oiled machine. During a battle, it was hard to know where you ended and he began. You were not his sidekick—you were his equal. So it was unsurprising to all when you opened up your own agency together. You spent most of your days together—most missions you did in tandem, but there were some that were better suited to Shouto's quirk or to yours. In those cases, you'd be apart—and you felt every stinging second of it.

You weren't sure when your feelings became more than what you'd consider appropriate for a friendship. You'd always had a close relationship—when he finally allowed physical contact when you were children, he didn't let you stop. He was constantly making sure he was in your reach—playing with your fingers when you'd walk side by side to lunch, leaning on your shoulder during a lag in the fighting over the years, now resting his cheek on top of your head as you watched a movie on your couch. He'd always called you by pet names, terms of endearment—you never questioned it. There was a part of you that wanted it that way—a part way larger than you were willing to admit.

But it was different now. The brush of his fingers against your scalp by way of a greeting sent a shock up ever nerve in your body. The drawl of his voice in the morning settled in your gut and writhed. You'd watch him, sometimes—eyes tracing the angles of his face and the line that differentiated him. You weren't able, despite your best efforts, to stop your face from flushing when he'd catch you.

Today was no different. You hadn't looked away fast enough, and immediately you regretted it.

"Are you sick?" he asked you, reaching out to grab your chin, turning your face so he could study you. You held back a groan.

"What?"

"You're hot. Are you not feeling well?"

You could've laughed. You could've cried. You might've done both, if the mortification of being caught hadn't taken over.

"No. I don't know," you mumbled out, kicking yourself for the non-answer that he surely would pick up on.

And he sure did.

"No, you don't know?"

"I just," you started, feeling the exasperation crawling up your spine, "didn't sleep well, probably."

"Do you want to take a nap? None of this needs to be done right now," he gestured to the stacks of paperwork you'd been chipping away at, "we could lay down for a little while."

Your heart ached at his concern for you. It ached because you needed it more.

"No," you sighed, trying to stop the tone of your voice from spiking, "no. We both have work to do and I won't keep you from yours."

"It's not a problem, we could just—"

"I said I'm fine, Todoroki."

He blinked, silent, and you regretted every word you'd ever said up until now. Snapping at him was uncalled for, and he was only trying it help. You scolded yourself internally, mustering up the courage to apologize—

"Todoroki?" he repeated, almost indignantly.

Your eyes met his, and you had no idea how to decipher what was in them. He raised an eyebrow at you, and you fought the urge to shrink away from him. He didn't need to do much to get his disappointment across.

"When do you ever call me that?"

You paused, letting out a breath. You were glad he wasn't upset about your outburst, but you weren't expecting him to get like this about his name. You hadn't thought it'd mattered to him what you called him.

"Sorry," you muttered, resting your forehead on your palm and looking away from him, down at the table in front of you, "like I said, I might be a little tired. Let's just finish this quickly."

You reached for another stack of papers and he met you there, wrapping his fingers around yours.

You reeled back from him like you'd been burned.

There was a pause, and neither one of you moved a muscle. You felt his eyes on you, but yours were stuck a stray crack in your dining room table. You traced the fray and thought about how you begged Shouto to get this old thing, rather than buy a new one. You’d told him your place would be too stuffy without something with character. You wondered if he’d want to keep it if whatever sort of confrontation this was turning into went south.

“My love,” he started softly, reaching out again, pausing just short of your fingers that were clenched tight into a fist, “have I done something wrong?”

You met his eyes then, and the overwhelming concern you saw there broke something loose in you. You felt the prick of tears behind your eyes, and like always, you didn't look away fast enough. You shot back in your seat—moving the chair back several inches with you—and looked to the ceiling, squeezing your eyes shut tight with the hope of keeping the emotion that had you wound up inside yourself. It was unfortunate that you had spent so much energy fighting back something that ended up finding another escape route through your mouth.

"I can't do this anymore," you whispered to the ceiling, cursing every word that crossed your lips.

In standard Shouto fashion, he was beside you before you'd gotten the last syllable out.

"I told you, we don't have to do this right now—"

You did laugh then, short and bitter and regrettable. Despite yourself, you kept talking.

"Not the paperwork. This. With you. You are everywhere all of the time and I just," you sighed, running a hand through your hair, tightening your fist around the strands until it ached, "I can't do it. This... anymore."

You heard him take a step back from you, heard him draw in a sharp breath. He was quiet for far too long. You didn't dare look at him.

"You don't want to live with me anymore?"

You looked at him then, and you'd never seen him look so visibly hurt in all of the years you'd known him. You'd sooner break your own legs than ever have to see it again.

"What? No, of course I want to live with you, I just—"

"Have I done something wrong?" he asked again, and something in the tone of his voice shot you right back to twenty years ago—when he'd laid his head in your lap and opened up about his mother for the first and only time. Even at five years old, you heard the way he shoved the emotion down.

Did I do something wrong?

"Shouto, you didn't do anything wrong," you whispered to him, stepping toward him. He looked away from you, down at his hands—you reached for one, gently taking his cool fingers inside your own.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it like that. I just," you paused, searching for the words that had apparently been cut off despite you not being able to stop them a second ago, "I'm having a hard time...dealing with how I'm feeling."

He looked at you then, but didn't say anything. You took it as permission to continue.

"I love living with you," you told him, giving him a watery smile, "I really do. I love having breakfast with you, sitting together on the couch, making you watch those stupid cartoons with me, doing all this fucking paperwork," you choked out a bitter laugh and paused, trying to steady yourself. The tears were back and you weren't sure you could stop them from where they were headed now.

"I'm afraid I love it too much," you whispered, quiet and broken and enough to snap him out of it. He rushed toward you with open arms, but you held out a hand to his chest, feeling exactly where the line that halved him lie underneath his sweater. It stopped him in front of you, and he moved to hold a warm hand over your own. Holding yours there.

And with all of your fleeting bravery: "I'm afraid you'll hate me if I do."

And it was the truth—you'd been terrified that he'd feel taken advantage of, or betrayed somehow. It was easy for you to imagine, considering you'd been one of the only constants in his life that had stuck around this long. You couldn't bear to feel his disappointment that you'd turned out like the rest—selfish in your need for him, for him to be something for you. You hated that you couldn't even deny it—the way you wanted him was completely selfish. You couldn't stop it. You'd tried.

You'd been stuck in your own thoughts for long enough that you didn't notice he'd moved until his face was inches from yours. He still held your hand where it was, cradled to his chest. He was warm, and you had to fight a shuddering sigh at his proximity and the way he flooded all of your senses.

"Please," you begged, nearly silent. Your eyes were stuck on the way his jaw clenched. You wished he'd spare you—to shoot you down quickly and get it over with.

"My love," he whispered, strained, and it was all the warning you had before you were crushed to his chest.

His arms moved to surround you, then— wrapping around your shoulders and your waist, holding you to him. He pressed feather-light kisses into your hair, your forehead, your hairline. He let go of the hand he'd still had pinned to him, reaching up to grab your face and pull you up to look at him.

"I thought you knew. I'm so sorry."

You froze—unable to look away but still unable to speak.

"I—you. Huh?"

The corners of his mouth turned up a bit at your stuttering, and he pulled you into him again, pressing several more kisses to your hairline.

"I love you," he said into your hair, and your whole body went rigid against him, "I have loved you. I should have told you that."

You clung to him, then—let every word permeate deep inside you, settling somewhere that had been untouched until now. If you thought about it, you supposed he had told you, by way of action—waking you up with tea on lazy Sunday mornings, leaving you notes when a mission called him away, running baths for you after you'd returned from your own.

The battered boy who had nothing had given you everything, for all of these years. You loved him so much that it ached.

"I love you," he said again, and you realized it was in response to the thought you'd evidently vocalized.

You looked up at him, bringing your hand up to rest on his chest once more—settling over his heart. The beat against your palm was strong and constant—he leaned into your touch and it made you smile. He took your face in both hands and brought you closer—his bangs tickled your forehead as his eyes met yours.

He let his head drop until his forehead met yours, and you closed your eyes, breathing him in. Letting every part of him move through you like water, letting him flood you.

"Please kiss me," you whispered, and you felt the exhale against your lips as he let out a quiet laugh.

And then his lips found yours, and it was only you and him. All it ever was, all it ever would be. You poured every single day spent loving him into the kiss, all of your hurt and your fear and your tenderness into him, needing him to feel it. You swore he did the same—kissing you with such urgency it overwhelmed you completely. He was soft and hard and brutal and gentle—a wave to crest over all others that you knew would drag you under.

You leaned into him and let it.

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[kisuminight]

With the DSMP Blade System AU, I'm more vibing than I am coming up with a coherent story. But if I did have to come up with a story that I wrote out, I'd probably end it on an emotional triumph instead of a one based in combat.

So the Egg gets beaten. In the process, c!Dream would find out that he is part of the shattered Aegis and that XD is looking to put his original Aegis Blade back together. He would also find out that c!Philza is an Aegis Blade.

So he'd turn over a copy of the code that he and c!Punz worked on, to make the Memory Patch something that goes out in a general Universal Patch. And Phil would mention that just one Aegis can't make changes to what is/will be in the Universal Patch (for security reasons) and that they'll need to contact another Aegis.

What Phil trying to say: "This is great, I'll look over it. We can't do it immediately but I'll reach out to my Goddess and we will see if we can get other gods and their Aegis on board."

What Dream hears: "This Plan is fucked unless you, personally, find another Aegis on this server."

And Dream doesn't know another Aegis. But he knows that he used to be one. And he knows from the Revival Book that Aegis!Dream was attempting to create the Universal Memory Patch himself. So, theoretically, if he lets DreamXD bring Aegis!Dream back, then their problems are solved.

Dream doesn't want to die. But he's picked up that he has several similarities with Aegis!Dream. It wouldn't be a real death, would it? No more a real death than any other Blade goes through, when they revert to their core crystal without the Memory Patch. One Blade to save every other Blade, and if he makes it a condition of giving himself over, Aegis!Dream would probably be much better at working out Phase 2 of The Plan than he and Punz ever could alone.

Normally Dream wouldn't bother to leave a note. But this is the last impact he is going to have and he can be assured that c!Techno will remember him. So he does. And Techno comes down the next day and finds a letter that isn't outright saying anything but basically reads like a suicide note and that's... a Problem.

So he rounds up the people he thinks can talk Dream out of this--the syndicate plus Punz and Sapnap, basically--and they go try and stop Dream. Who has almost a full day's head start. And there's only one place where DreamXD is absolutely going to show up--the End Portal. So now it's a manhunt, using their combined knowledge, plus Phil's ability to sense aether, plus Techno's passive to try and track him down.

In a sense, they fail. They almost catch him, but Dream is 15 minutes ahead of them when he activates the portal.

DreamXD is just chilling when Drista brings Dream to him. Dream offers him his whole goal. To let DreamXD take his core crystal, to fuse it with the other pieces he's collected to resurrect his Aegis Blade.

But DreamXD isn't sure that he wants that anymore. He's been speaking with c!George, making friends with George, bonding over how it felt to have a Blade that you loved and then lost. George, who was dreaming at that very moment, astral projecting himself into the End, this time, instead of DreamXD going to him. George who has watched this entire conversation, even though Dream can't see him, and will lose his Blade, again, if DreamXD regains his.

Drista is watching too. She's been acting as his Blade for over 100 years at this point. Drista, who brought Dream to DreamXD without saying a word, serious and still like she never is. Drista, with whom the emotional bleed of the Resonance is tomb-silent and resigned.

"No." DreamXD decides.

At this point, the manhunt team come crashing into the End, all "Dream you idiot, you're not allowed to sacrifice yourself again!" and "Alright XD, you wanna do this? Then we're gonna fight!" And it turns into a very chaotic mess as Niki and Ranboo attempt to retrieve Dream out of the line of fire, Techno, Sapnap, and Punz go all in on the fight-XD bit, and Phil sidles over to Drista to head that bit off.

Final resolution would be that they all sit down and get the situation explained. Phil mentions that he forwarded the code to the Blood God's Aegis, and she is willing to help. Dream gets cornered with the fact that people love him and care about him and they're a little mad about past lies but that's not enough to make them leave. DreamXD gets a chance to confront what he lost and start the process of healing, finally. He teleports them all home, to the Antarctic Anarchist Compound, and then wakes George up and teleports him and Purpled to the group.

And like, there's still stuff that they all need to talk about. Reconciliations need to occur. Relationships that need to be sorted out. George and Dream absolutely need to have a shouting match about what they mean to each other and not be allowed to run away from it until they've both said everything and they've both said the truth. Punz is also going to make them crack open the ugly truths of how Dream made Sapnap feel, but also how Sapnap made Dream feel.

Dream and Punz need to get sat down to explain what all they've been doing/working on. If you think that DTeam + Syndicate won't shut down the Plan Phase 2, you're wrong.

When c!Bad and c!Skeppy finish recovering from the Egg, I think Dream and Punz will work with them, Techno, and Philza, to see if they can make it so that Blades can have an independent existence/be Awake without their Drivers (like in YWKON's finale), and still have a Resonance if they want one.

Life keeps going, with it's ups and downs. But this would be a sweet, happy note to end on.

[invisibleicewands]

Take Two with Lizzy Caplan

As actress Lizzy Caplan Zooms from her Los Angeles living room, a massive fiddle-leaf fig tree looms behind her. She takes no credit for its Seymour-like size. "I don't know anything about plants, and we don't even live here half the time," she says giving props to the woman who takes care of such things when Caplan decamps to London for the other half with her husband, British actor Tom Riley, and their toddler, Alfie.

Last year, a few months after Alfie's birth, that schedule was disrupted by a six-month residency in New York while she played the pivotal role of Libby in Fleishman Is in Trouble. After wrapping, Caplan had a few weeks to move the family back to Los Angeles and begin shooting the Paramount+ series Fatal Attraction for the next four months. And aside from coming down with Covid between jobs, she loved every intense minute of it.

"I had Alfie without either of these roles being locked in, and then when he was just a few weeks old I decided to do both of them back to back, which is such a rare occurrence: to know what I'm doing for a full calendar year," she says. "It was a godsend, honestly, to know just where we would be in the world with this new baby. It was a very strange year, and the challenge was everything that I hoped it would be. It's a moment where your identity is in such flux, and you don't know where it's going to land, and for me, figuring out how to be a mother alongside getting to feel creatively fulfilled in the job that I love was incredible."

First came Fleishman. The FX on Hulu limited series from showrunner Taffy Brodesser-Akner, who adapted it from her novel, is ostensibly about Toby Fleishman (Jesse Eisenberg), a put-upon Manhattan doctor whose wife, Rachel (Claire Danes), disappears, leaving him with their two kids and a mountain of questions. He tries to navigate his new normal with help from two college friends, Seth (Adam Brody) and Libby, who also narrates the story.

But as the eight episodes progress, the focus shifts to Rachel and Libby. "What's impressive about it is that it fully works as that fake-out, Upper East Side of New York story on its own," Caplan says. "You think that Libby's telling you a story about her friend going through a divorce, but the reality is, she is facing down her feelings about her own life and middle age and getting older and all of it, and then it makes you cry."

She doesn't usually watch her own work, but in this case, she rewatched it. "I'm in awe of all my castmates," she says, beginning with Eisenberg, with whom she starred in the 2016 film Now You See Me 2. "I give Jesse credit for shouldering it all, only to recede into the background for the quote-unquote 'important' parts. It's an egoless performance, as well as being my favorite performance of his; he's so exceptionally wonderful in it. I'm impressed by Claire, who sat on the sidelines and let everybody think about her [character] in a certain way, only to have this one episode to try to change everybody's minds. That's a scary idea for many actresses: 'You're going to be reviled for six weeks.' Adam Brody played a character that could have been two-dimensional, and he infused it with so much. Everybody showed up trying to make the piece better and nobody was looking out for themselves."

Caplan isn't on social media but became aware of the show's buzz in her own way. "It's been a while since I've done something that got so much feedback from friends and family. And they all felt exactly how Taffy wanted them to feel, every step of the way. What she's done is masterful."

Reached by phone in New York, Brodesser-Akner is equally effusive. "People in my life tell me to shut up about Lizzy Caplan," she says immediately. "I won't stop talking about how wonderful she is. When she is part of your project, she feels so wholly in — intellectually, physically — that she changes the nature of the project. Literally, this was a character based on me, and after day one, it no longer was. It was this wholly new creation."

Caplan was the only actress the first-time showrunner had in mind for the role. "The entire role of Libby is that you never see her coming, and with Lizzy Caplan, you never see her coming." Meanwhile, the actress had written to her friend and Masters of Sex executive producer Sarah Timberman, who was working on Fleishman, to tell her how much she loved the book — and that she wanted to play Libby. When Brodesser-Akner heard that, "I felt like I had manifested it," she says. "She's a very famous person that we all think is our great secret."

Ever since Caplan's first role, at the age of fifteen, in the NBC cult series Freaks and Geeks, her career has had a slow build. She won acclaim as the goth outsider Janis Ian in the hit film Mean Girls, while feeling like a Hollywood outsider in real life. She dyed her hair blonde and sprayed on a tan in an effort to fit in, but it was her 2009 role in Party Down that was the turning point. She shone as the sardonic (brunette) comedian Casey in the Starz series, along with a murderer's row of actors on the rise. But the show couldn't find an audience and was canceled after two seasons — until this year's reboot. (Heartbroken she couldn't join season three, which conflicted with the Fleishman shoot, Caplan did manage a surprise cameo in the finale, and hopes a fourth season will allow her return. Starz has yet to announce a renewal.)

Even with the greater attention (and Emmy nomination) for her turn as Virginia Johnson in Showtime's drama series Masters of Sex (2013–16), she has somehow remained an under-the-radar fan favorite. "It's the best version of doing this," she notes. "It's not toxic, it's very loving and people are very respectful." She adds that with Masters of Sex, "I did get an influx of women of a certain age stopping me on the street to tell me about their sex lives, which I really enjoyed."

When she comes across a project she loves, as with Fleishman, she reaches out to let the creators know. The first season of Hulu's Castle Rock moved her to email cocreator Sam Shaw, a writer on Masters of Sex, to tell him she was a huge fan. "I'll assume that's what led to the next season coming my way." The horror series was populated with characters from Stephen King's oeuvre; for season two she was tapped to play psychopathic nurse Annie Wilkes.

That role was first played to an Oscar win by Kathy Bates in the 1990 film Misery, which almost deterred Caplan. "But since somebody's choosing to believe that I can pull that off, well before I believe that myself, I'll swing the bat." Playing Annie, in turn, gave her the courage to take on the role Glenn Close embodied so memorably in the original Fatal Attraction feature. "Annie Wilkes loomed as large in my brain as Alex Forrest did."

Fatal Attraction showrunner Alexandra Cunningham, who developed the series with Kevin J. Hynes, first met Caplan six years ago. Caplan, a fan of Cunningham's series Dirty John, asked if they could meet up for lunch, which turned into a four-hour chat. "She's genuine and she's smart and she's funny and she's interested and she's lively, and she's got great stories, but she wants to hear your stories, and that really sticks with you," Cunningham says. "When somebody who's really good at acting is also just the greatest hang, I'm immediately like, selfishly, 'I've got to figure out how I can capitalize on this.'"

When Paramount reached out years later with the concept of reimagining Fatal Attraction, Cunningham thought the role of Alex would be perfect for Caplan. "She was always in the back of my mind, but you've got to come correct to Lizzy. It's got to be something that really checks a lot of boxes. This is a person that anybody would kill to work with, even if they don't know how great she is to be around." She had no doubt Caplan could take on the iconic part and make it her own. "The more Lizzy does, the more she can do. I believe nothing more fervently than that."

Updating the 1987 erotic thriller meant reimagining Alex. Despite Close's great efforts to portray her as a deeply complex woman who suffered from mental illness, the film made her much more malevolent; the ending was reshot to suit test audiences' desire for vengeance. Close has been open about her regret with how the role and outcome were changed, and Cunningham was determined to rectify that in the series.

Caplan was fully on board. "We were instantly on the same page about the kind of story we were setting out to tell," Caplan says, adding she still loves the film. But watching it, "I feel an unbelievable amount of compassion for Alex. All of the work Glenn Close did is right there on the screen, and Alex deserved the ending that Glenn Close wanted her to have; it was just a different time."

That compassion informs her performance. "It's not my job description to label somebody evil or crazy. It's my job to figure out how to make this person feel like the decisions she is making are the only sane decisions — that everybody else is crazy." The series reveals a shift not entirely unlike Fleishman's. We initially see the affair and its repercussions from Dan's perspective (as played by Joshua Jackson). As we pivot to Alex's version of events, the reframing is eye-popping.

For all the reassessing, Caplan notes that the film was a wild ride, "So this should also feel fun and scary." And Jackson (The Affair) was the perfect partner. "I adore Josh. I'm so happy that it was him," she says. "Both of us have done shows with a lot of sex and nudity and we know how to navigate that without it being weird, and find the humor, which is everything when you have to shoot scenes like that." Their fight scenes were another story. "I felt far more terrified and vulnerable with those, and they were horrible to shoot, but I always felt really safe with Josh." The two also bonded over being new parents.

Speaking by phone from London, Jackson is heartened to hear of Caplan's trust in him. "We had some deeply uncomfortable days, and to allow yourself as a woman and a stranger to be that vulnerable to a man, and being excellent all the time, I'm just super impressed with her," he says. Those scenes were so painful, he adds, "There were definitely some nights when I went home and it took some time to shake off what we were putting on camera," a feeling exacerbated by being away from his family for the shoot.

Caplan used to have a hard time letting go of her characters, but since having her baby, she says, "It was weirdly easy to slip into that mindset while at work and very easy to slip out of it when we were finished. That made doing Fatal Attraction a very different experience than it would have been had I done it years ago."

She has no projects ahead of her at the moment, beyond flying back to London in a few weeks. "I'm just chillin'."

Brodesser-Akner would be happy to remedy that. "Lizzy told me about having lunch with another producer, and I wanted to throw myself on her like a grenade and say, 'No, stay with me!' I want her to enact everything I write for the rest of my life." Caplan's portrayal of Libby, the apparent supporting role that turns out to be the center of the story, still astonishes her.

"Lizzy figured out how to slow her roll and then pull it out in the end," Brodesser-Akner says. "I've been to a lot of opera, and I have not seen anyone pull off an aria like she did." But that's Caplan's forte — a star in stealth mode.

[boycrazybimbo]

Kings’ reaction to MC with a child(that’s not theirs):

Before we get into this, I will further explain your relationships with them each and how many children you have. The biological father will be unnamed, but the lawful father will be said demon. :D Please enjoy! This is mostly fluff, so this won’t be titled explicit. Not yet anyways. NSFW is (heavily) implied in red, so skip through the text until it’s back to normal. 😈

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{Relationship status: Dating(7 months)} {Children: 2(3 month year old(female)and 1 and a half year old(male))}

You and Satan have been together for months. At the beginning of your relationship your body went through drastic changes. You gained weight, you lost some. You constantly went dieting or even starving yourself.

You loved your children, you really did, but as each days went by, soon months, you always kept one thought in your mind. The children that your ex left you were a constant reminder of how much pain you felt for about 2 years and how abusive and toxic your previous relationship was. You despised the so-called “father” of your children. But being the great mother you are, you never took your aggression out on them and awaited the right chance to tell them of their absent father. Without a father, you only ever tried to be a better mother to make up for that. You hoped you were all they needed, but… You hoped to find a true father and new love and move on.

You didn’t have time for clubs since you have children, and you weren’t the richest woman or mother. You took on double shifts day in and day out. You even picked up side gigs in hopes of making a little extra. You lived in a small apartment with 3 rooms. One bathroom, one master bedroom, and a small living space. It was pretty easy monitoring your children when you came back from your job since they would either be in the living space or your shared bedroom. By now, you had all your taxes and bills paid, but you were still short in buying a house yet. This was sure to be tricky. You didn’t want to do more than you could. You didn’t want to faint from exhaustion and so you promised to get at least 6 hours of sleep a day. The last thing you wanted was to abandon your children at a young age especially after he had…

One day, on a weekend, when you were free to relax and didn’t have to worry about stretching your minimum wages, you decided you should get some time to yourself. Well, with your children also. You thought that today would be best to make up for the times lost of your children and go on an outing with them. Hell, you all could use a break. Especially after the neglecting babysitters whom you trusted them with. You also wanted to make up for that, but you weren’t entirely at fault. You didn’t have any close relatives nor did you have times for romantic or friendly relationships. Damn, if you had spent all this time socializing with others, you could have an easy 100+ friends by now.

{{Author-chan: Yes. Your hours were 2,000 a year. There’s 8,760 hours in a year btw}}

You put your youngest child in a stroller with your other strapped to your back. You had enough money to ride a sub that day so your shoulders didn’t hurt(your oldest baby is kinda heavy). You reached your stop and headed to the nearest park. Your oldest child was starting to get fidgety by now. “It must have been their lunchtime already”, you thought, taking each of their pacifiers out and pulling out two sealed plastic boxes containing their baby food you prepared for them earlier. You took both of them from either their stroller or baby holder(I think that’s what you called those things mothers put on their back to hold the baby up) off and placed your youngest on your lap and your other near the side.

As you were spoon-feeding them with a peaceful smile, a tall man waved at you from afar. You failed to notice him since you were feeding your children. It wasn’t until your oldest child has their mouth agape, staring at a figure in front of you. You quickly wrapped your arms around them protectively after meeting face to face with him.

“Who are you?” you spat, your brows furrowed, keeping your children from of reach from him. Your oldest child looked up at you curiously, babbling and clapping their hands together excitedly. Your gaze never left the stranger.

Narrowing your eyes upon further inspection, you could make out his features. He had long white hair tied into a low ponytail behind him and crimson red eyes. He was oddly pale despite it being sunny for this past 5 months. So hot, in fact, you had to take a parasol with you and extra thermostat bottles. You quickly scanned his figure and realized he was very muscular, but his paleness didn’t sit right with you. If he had been here for so long, his complexion would differ, which means he’s now here at this park today, despite you not always being here.

Despite his oddly pale complexion, your eyes were focused on the horns on his head. ‘Was he some sicko in cosplay to try to lure children in?’ was your first thought. It was pretty suspicious that he came to the park by himself with no children as it seemed. Your thoughts were rational, but maybe you should not be so quick to judge? You couldn’t help it, you were a protective mother.

The man holds his hands up from his pockets in front of him, stepping back to try not to intimidate you and not to further your suspicions. He chuckled, averting his eyes in thought. Satan knew that if he told you his name as Satan, you would probably call the cops. He hoped you weren’t very religious or knew the origin of the word…

He looked back at you, biting his bottom lip, his eyes trailing down from your neck. He was checking to see if you wore a cross, and grateful to know you weren’t. His eyes then progressed slowly down to your cleavage, noticing the shape of your firm yet soft-looking tits. He could make out your nipples from beneath your blouse, his eyes darkening for a brief moment before his eyes met yours again in an almost hungry stare. You hadn’t bothered to wear nipple covers today since you were going to breastfeed your youngest child, so your nipples were poking through your blouse, erect. You blushed a little, quickly catching onto where he had been looking, your arm covering your breasts firmly behind them. It wasn’t the fact that he had noticed you were braless that you were embarrassed by, but because you were prone to leak milk without wearing one. You weren’t worried before since no one bothered to approach you and that you were just a single mother to yourself. The man, Satan, chuckled again before speaking, his hand on his hip as his tongue lightly grazed his lips in a seductive purr.

“I’m Satan, princess~ Great job you’re doing, by the way,” he said with a smug grin. You weren’t sure on what he meant by that, but you didn’t really want to know.

You scoffed, mocking him. “Oh, yeah, and I’m a succubus. Pot meet kettle. Oh! And I forgot, I’m a succubus nun, also, “Satan”. Clearly succubuses can be holy, uh-huh.”

He threw his head back in a laugh, almost in a howling sound. You gave him a look that suggested he might be a crazy person, which only made him laugh harder. He laugh was quite charming.

He calmed down, remaining cool and handsome just as before. “That’s cute. You’re the most beautiful succubus I’ve ever seen~ And I applaud you for keeping holiness for being a demon, doll,” he said, looking deep into your hypnotic-like eyes. You gasped, covering your mouth as you noticed a cross in his eye. ‘Was that always there? Surely it’s a contact… This smooth-talker must think he’s all that, huh? Approaching me and being flirty as if I would allow a hot guy like him into my life,’ you thought, crossing your arms with a frown.

“What’s your business here, “Satan”?” you said straightforwardly, tilting your head to the side in annoyance. Your oldest child giggled for whatever reason, but you couldn’t keep up your tough front, your frown turning into a small smile at their cuteness, but you tried suppressing a giggle in response to their contagious one, wanting the man to take you seriously.

Satan noticed this and chuckled, speaking softly so he doesn’t seem even more suspicious, “Doll, I’m was just walking by. I was just sight-seeing as a random passerby, nothing more nothing less. I have no ill intent, I swear, beautiful succubus. I only approached you because… Ah… How should I put this?”, he looked down at his feet, scratching the back of his head curtly.

“Say it,” you hissed, your frown returning once again, your arms instinctively going back to block out your children from Satan.

Satan stood up straight, his hand returning to his hip, carefully choosing his next words, “Well… You’re a single mother is all, at least from the looks of it. Sorry, I don’t mean to offend or get overly flirty with you, you might be taken, but… I came here to ensure you were okay. This might sound cheesy, but… It’s dangerous for women, let alone, mothers be alone in one place for two long. Especially this open place. If I’m bothering you, I can leave. I just… Want your children and you to be safe.”

Satan’s words pulled at your heartstrings, you were about to tear up, but you tried laughing it off. You had the wrong first impression of him… Never in your life has someone willingly wanted to watch over your children with getting paid nor did anyone pay your well-being any mind. This stranger, no, Satan just wanted to protect you and your children from actual sickos. He surely was muscular enough to fight some creeps off compared to your lithe body.

What he said was sadly true, perverts do target women and children, and what more to achieve both of them by targeting single mothers. Ironically enough, he was more father material than your ex, your children’s biological father, were.

To be continued. -w- 🫦👉🏾👌🏾 The emojis, XD.

[hrtsmom]

Dreams of Darkness, chapter ten: Zania

The rain began during the stop we made to eat dinner. It was a slow, steady drizzle, gradually soaking into our cloaks and then through the clothes underneath. But despite the cold and discomfort, we decided to go on. The marauders’ last attack and the information we had gotten from Lune made it clear that there was no more time to be lost. Now more than ever, I regretted we had waited so long before starting this search.

We walked on as long as we could before stopping to eat and make camp. I was only just keeping my feet by then, but I tried not to let the others see my exhaustion. If I could have found the strength, I would have walked on all night, rather than delay further and face my dreams again.

Yvan and Reyn set up the shelter, and we all huddled together miserably beneath it. Again there was no fire. Even if there had been room to build it under the shelter, there was no dry wood to be had. Our one consolation was that our food, which had been in the waterproofed packs, was still dry and edible. The blankets were damp despite their waterproof coverings, but they at least provided some measure of extra warmth.

After eating, we all sat huddled under the shelter, barely speaking, concentrating on staying warm and dry. As I sat there in the dark, something within me seemed to be breaking, something I didn’t know how to heal. My friends were all shut off from me, lost in their private thoughts. Even the wolves and Ril were still, lying curled up together as if seeking some escape from the cold darkness in sleep. I wanted to reach out to one of the others, ask for some support. But even Yvan was keeping to himself. We had all been so close the night before. Was it only the weather isolating us tonight? The cold and the darkness seemed to be penetrating my flesh.

Kahri might have been able to help me overcome this sinking sensation. But if Kahri had been with me, I wouldn’t have needed his help. I tried the methods he had taught me to relax myself: finding the center of my mind-self, stilling my thoughts and concentrating on the peacefulness there. But tonight my thoughts were too occupied by old memories.

I had lost every man I ever loved, starting with my father when I was a small girl. Kefar had disappeared while I lay sick with a fever and miscarried his child. Though he was here with me now, in a way he was still lost. Tarin had died in my arms, bleeding to death in Gann Fertorch’s headquarters. And now Kahri, whom I had lost and regained more than once, was lost again, and under the power of a sorceress who sought to darken the world. Small wonder that, even while surrounded by friends, I felt abandoned.

“Zania, where is the bracelet?”

I started when the voice came out of the darkness. It took me a moment to recognize it as Reyn’s. Even then I almost didn’t understand what he had meant.

“What bracelet?” Joric asked him carefully.

“The bracelet. It was made of three braided silver chains.” Reyn’s voice came disembodied through the darkness, as if he were speaking across a wide gulf. “Somehow I can see her – Zania – wearing it. It’s like a dream, but I remember it too clearly.”

I sensed he was trying to see me more clearly. I had nearly forgotten that he remembered the bracelet once before, and I had stopped expecting any sign that his memory of our life together was returning. But perhaps as he sat there in the dark, his thoughts wandering as mine had been, he had found this spark of memory again. Or, I wondered suddenly, could my own thoughts have somehow influenced his?

“Reyn, are you certain – ” Joric began.

“You did see it,” I broke in. I sensed Joric cautioning me, but I disregarded his concern. Now that this moment had come, I didn’t want to let it go again. I owed both Kefar and myself this much.

“You saw me wear it years ago,” I went on, as he moved closer to me. “Years ago, when we first knew each other. I remember it too: I showed it to you, and you told me I should wear it.”

[wollfling]

Being online lately has been just.. hard and stressful and I cant stand social media anymore but its the only way I get to see or interact with any of my friends. But everything is just so fast paced and bombarded with ads and constant talk about how to work with algorithms or whatever the hell I dont know. So much how to be successful how to do this better how to stop being bad and that thing constantly all of the time everywhere I go. I just want to be. I seen people talking recently abt "creator content" (i hate that word. Content creators) and how, art and writing and what not really is just consumed and forgotten about. I hate that. I wish we would slow down.

I know its looking at things through rose tinted glasses or whatever but I miss for example back in the day on deviant art like... when an artist you liked uploaded something after a month and being excited about it. And the social culture of adding things to galleries and having pieces that you loved easily accessible to took at and admire again. On instagram or twitter when I want to find something its a nightmare. Instagram has the bookmark option now, but that's private? And so its harder to find artists unless they are constantly uploading, and they need to rely on their followers to constantly share their work, its all just very. Too much. I am trying to return to instagram but scrolling on my feed is like, overwhelming.

But when I step away from social media I become overwhelmingly lonely. Which I know is a me problem, but I just can't find a way to balance any of it.

[translytherins]

Saiki's What Now?!?

Pairings: Saiki Kusuo x Male! Calm! Slightly Clingy! Fiance! Reader

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A/n: I got this idea from a story on Wattpad about their male oc being Saiki's fiance and I thought that It was adorable and I wanted to write one myself. Hope you enjoy!!

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It was the end of the school day and all Saiki wanted was to go home right away because his parents said that they had a suprise for him and that he has to back home right away after school and he couldn't tell what is was through his parents minds because all of their thoughts were either 'Kusuo's gonna be so happy!' and 'I can't wait to see his reaction!' he was secretly hoping it was a lifetime supply of coffee jelly.

"Hey Saiki! Wanna go get ramen?"

"He's not getting ramen with you because he's helping me track down Dark Reunion! Right Saiki?"

"I'm not going with either of you"

"Aww... Why?"

"Because my parents need me home"

And with that Saiki left his "friends" and went straight home to see what his parents had in store.

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As Saiki approached his house, not only could he hear his parents thoughts but he could feel another person's presence coming from his house. He was slightly confused about who it was but as he comes closer to his house he felt a familiar aura that made his eyes widen slightly. He picked up his pace his heart beating rapidly, silently hoping it was who he thought it was. He opened the door to his house and saw a familiar male with [hair coloured] hair sitting and talking with his parents at the dining table. In a blink of an eye he had his arms wrapped around the [hair coloured] male whom jumped slightly before the male smiled softly and pecked Saiki's lips making said male smile. Who's the male you might ask? It's Saiki's fiance, (M/n) (L/n). Now you might be wondering why they're already engaged? Well... That a story for another day and if you want it please drop a request.

"Hey Ku... Welcome back... I missed you so much..." (M/n) said softly which made Saiki smile before he buried his face into (M/n)'s neck.

"I missed you too..." Saiki spoke out loud instead of telepathically because most of his powers doesn't work on (M/n) which Saiki was happy about.

They just stayed in that position while ignoring the fact that Saiki's parents were cooing and taking pictures of them until Saiki's mom cleared her throat to catch the couples attention which worked.

"I'm happy that you both are reunited again after a year of being away from each other! You both make such a cute couple! Also Kusuo... Little (M/n) over here Hey! I'm not little! will be joining you're class tomorrow!"

As Saiki heard that, Saiki was absolutely ecstatic before he realised that he had to share his (M/n) with his "friends" but that went unnoticed by his family and fiance as Saiki's mom continued to talk excitedly.

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The next day came earlier thank Saiki would have liked because he would rather stay in bed and cuddle with (M/n) in his bed but (M/n) managed to convince threatened him that they had to get out of bed and get ready for school or no more cuddles for him :(. And with that Saiki reluctantly got out of bed and started to get ready for school.

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Saiki and (M/n) were making their way towards PK Academy with their arms intertwined and (M/n) laying his head on Saiki's shoulder. Saiki was feeling very content right now. Just him and (M/n) and no one interrupting their mome-

"Hey Saiki!"

An annoying voice called out to Saiki which turned his content mood very sour. Him and (M/n) stopped turned their heads towards where the voice came from, arms still intertwined, and Saiki saw his "friends" Toritsuka, Kaidou, Aren and Nendou..

"Woah Saiki! Who's this hottie!" Toritsuka said, whistling slightly What the f*ck did I just write😂 before he was smacked upside the head by Aren.

"That's no way to treat someone Toritsuka!"

"I'm sorry! I was just stating facts!" Toritsuka whined before he got hit by Aren again.

Saiki just glared at them before wrapping his arms around (M/n)'s waist and pulled him closer towards him making (M/n) giggle slightly before he decided to introduced himself.

"Hey there. I'm (M/n) (L/n). You must be Ku's friends. *Saiki pinched (M/n)' s waist slightly* Hey! Stop that Ku. I'm talking to you're friends. Anyways... It's nice to meet you" (M/n) said and gave them a dazzling smile which left them slightly breathless and blushing.

He was so pretty! Maybe even prettier than Teruhashi!

Saiki glared at them before he unwrapped his arms from (M/n)'s waist before he picked (M/n) up bridal style, which earned an adorable squeal from (M/n), and continued walking to school which made his friends snap out of their thoughts and they started fast walking to try and catch up with them as Toritsuka and Kaidou were yelling at Saiki to slow down which only made Saiki walk faster with (M/n) in his arms as (M/n)'s arms around wrapped Saiki's neck and he snuggled up to Saiki's chest which made Saiki coo at him internally.

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As Saiki and (M/n) were walking through the hallway, with (M/n) still being carried by Saiki, Saiki felt everyone staring at them and Saiki heard their thoughts ranged from 'Their so cute!', 'Eww... Disgusting gays' well f*ck you too or 'Is that the new student? He's pretty sexy ;)' the last one made Saiki slightly bitter but he just ignored them as they made their way towards their classroom. Usually Saiki tried to avoid attention from his peers and schoolmates but he couldn't find himself to care as he just focused on (M/n) who was still cuddled up to his chest. That was until he heard a familiar annoying voice that belonged to a certain glowing blueberry.

'Is that Saiku? It's Saiki. When are you going to get it right? Maybe I should go up and say hi to him! Surely today is my lucky day and he'll finally say oh wow to me'

And with that Saiki started walking faster to try to avoid her.

'Why is he walking so fast!?'

Saiki and (M/n) reached their classroom, losing the glowing blueberry along the way, and entered before Saiki placed (M/n) in a seat much to his (M/n)'s annoyance which he expressed with a quiet groan. Saiki chuckled lightly before he kissed (M/n)'s forehead and sitting down in the seat in front of him, facing (M/n) and grabbing his hand and intertwined their fingers. (M/n) smiled towards Saiki before he placed light kisses on Saiki's face which made Saiki's face heat up slightly but it wasn't noticeable. He continued to ignore the eyes on them and the thoughts running through everyone's heads and just focused on (M/n).

'There he i- Huh!?! Who's he and why is he kissing Sako!?! It's Saiki'

"Good morning Saiki! 'Huh... She finally got my name right'. Who's this cutie?"

'He might be pretty and handsome but I'm much better than him because I'm perfect inside and out!'

'(M/n) will always be 10 times better than you'

(M/n) stopped placing light kisses on Saiki's face and turned his attention towards her. He just stared at her for a few seconds before looking at Saiki, silently asking if he wanted him to awnser. Saiki nodded his head before (M/n) turned his head towards the blueberry again.

'Huh?! No 'Oh wow' from him!? Maybe he's shy just like Saiki? Yeah! That's probably it because no one can resist the perfect pretty girl! Alright! You're on shy guy!'

'Please leave us alone' Saiki thought to himself before (M/n) awnsered her.

"I'm (M/n) (L/n). I just transferred from [country name]. It's a pleasure to meet you" (M/n) said before giving he gave her his smile that always left everyone breathless including the glowing blueberry.

As she was about to speak, the teacher entered which made the students who weren't sitting, sit down in their seats and Saiki turned around ro pay attention to the teacher.

"Good morning everyone! As you all know today we have a new student so I want you all to welcome him to the class! Can you please come up here and tell us you're name?"

(M/n) nodded his head before he got up from his seat, made his way to the front and stood next to the teacher.

"My names (M/n) (L/n). I transferred from [country name]. It's a pleasure to meet you all and I hope we can all get along without an issue"

(M/n) said before smiling at them taking away everyone's breath as always.

"Is there any questions that you want to ask (M/n)-san?"

Almost most of the class had their hands raised and (M/n) calmly awnsered them.

"What's you're relationship with Saiki?" Teruhashi asked.

"I'm his fiance" (M/n) said happily while shooting Saiki a soft smile.

"WHAT!?!"

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A/n: There was supposed to be more but I got tired of typing. Request or comment if you want a part 2 about the wedding! Have a good day everyone!

Edited: Part 2 is already out! Go check it out! Just Got Married!

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[mylovley]

I wish I could've told you.

WARNING: angsty, death, sad, you die and bakugou finds you.

Bakugou could almost never express his emotions unless it was in anger format. So, when he realized he loved you all he could do was show it through cuss words and death threats.

You didn't mind though, or at least you thought you didn't. "That's just how he is." you'd tell yourself. But it still hurt.

This day in particular had been excruciatingly long. First school, then training. You decided to train with bakugou today since you wanted to observe him more. He was so beautiful. You accidentally stumbled and tripped both you and him in the process. The 'villain' robot now escaping.

"what the fuck was that!?" Bakugou barks at you.

"Ugh sorry I guess I got my footing wro-"

"Yeah you better be fucking sorry! Now the shitty robot got away!"you cast your gaze to the floor, feeling weak and useless after today's horrible events so far, and now? Now your crush, someone whom you would take a bullet for, is yelling at you. But he didn't feel the same so it was fine, right?

you go to speak up, voice slightly shaky when he interrupts you "How the fuck are you supposed to be a fucking hero if you cant even get a fucking grip and catch one shitty fucking robot!?"

"I-"

'Is she about to cry?' he thinks. He wants to comfort you but doesn't know how, so what comes out of his mouth is "Stop being so fucking pathetic and pull yourself together. Or get out." he didn't want to see you cry.

"okay, im sorry." you say, voice vibrating. Light tears spilling down your cheeks. 'why am I such a fucking baby' you think 'he does this every day why is today different'

this day had been horrible, and now as you walk to the dorms, the orange street lights highlighting your wet cheeks and tiered eyes, the containers for the food you had bought for your friends as a surprise slipped out of your hands and fell to the ground in a soupy pile.

You stare at the pile of now spilled miso soup and soba noodles, and everything just broke.

the pent up frustration with you, bakugou, past stresses, helplessness, and others crashed down on you at once.

"why cant I do anything right?" you cry in your hands, knees slowly buckling from the exhaustion mixed with the intense emotions of your own shitty life. "hes right. I would be a shitty hero." you say to yourself through muffled cries.

getting up, you run to the dorms. Whipping off your tears with your sleve while doing so. Sweater slightly smelling of the spilled miso soup. You open the door to see your classmates gathered around the shared TV, laughing, having fun with a box of pizza. All without you.

This only made it worse.

You run up to your dorm, the footsteps catching the attention of a certain red eyed blond on the way.

You reach your room and close the door behind, falling against it in your teary state. The world felt like it was crashing. Were you being over dramatic? you thought. You didn't know. But one thing you did know is that you couldn't let the feeling continue. This pain had been enough. Today was only the breaking point. The past years had been the build up.

in this moment you decided you had enough. Spotting the full bottle of Ibuprofen sitting neatly on your desk, homework still scattered around from the night before. The only light on being your lamp. You get up and grab the bottle, and without anymore thought you take all of them. body slowly going limp. within your last minutes alive you think of bakugou. His hair, his power, is faults which he refused to show but you noticed anyway, his beautiful ruby eyes, his warm, scarred, calloused skin that you imagined touching so many nights before, his lovely lips, broad shoulders, and strong arms that you wished could just hold you. You loved him, and you would miss him, so much. But he didn't feel the same.

Truth is, he did. And you would never know.

That morning, Mina had come to check on you because you hadn't come out of your room at all that day. When she didn't get a reply, she asked Deku, Ochako, Tenya, and todoroki to check, hoping that maybe you would answer to one of them. You didn't. Eventually everyone had gotten so concerned and caused such a fuss that even bakugou went to investigate.

almost an hour passed and no response. Thats when bakugou went insane. After being kidnapped by the LOV fears of the same happening to you started arising.

He pounded on the door, yelling empty threats for if you didn't open the door. Classmates gathered behind him.

"FUCK IT" he yells as he breaks down your door. He begins to shout threats until he pauses, silence.

Your classmates begin to pool into the room each one confused by bakugous sudden silence until each one saw what it was about. mina gasps.

Bakugous eyes had widened, tears fighting to spill out, mouth agape. "Y/N..?" he says, voice surprisingly soft yet with a hurt, rough tone. "FUCKING ANSWER ME YOU SHITTY WOMAN" he says starting to cry.

He scatters over to you falling on his knees and shaking you, checking your puls in the process. When he felt none, his tears only pooled out faster. "WAKE UP" he cries "PLEASE" he pleads with your limp form now in his arms. "I FUCKING LOVE YOU WAKE UP"he sobs, head falling down. "I love you..FUCK". "WAKE UP DAMMIT!!!!!" his hands grip your cold form"you cant do this... YOU CANT LEAVE ME."

thats when the realization hit him. Everything he's said to you.

"You'll never be a hero!"

"your so fucking weak..."

"Yeah right! As if I would ever want to hang out with YOU!"

and then last night "Stop being so fucking pathetic and pull yourself together. Or get out." His voice echos throughout his head. he really said that to you. He was the reason.

He pushed you because he loved you. He scolded you because he wanted you to be strong, so that nothing bad could happen to you, he didn't know what he would do if something bad happened to you. But it did. And it was his fault.

at this point your classmates had left the room, crying, vomiting, or running to find help.

but bakugou stayed, your body being cradled in his arms, him leaving kisses all over your face a shoulders, pleading for you to come back in between sobs. "come back to me.." he whispers, tears spilling down onto your motionless face. when he gets no response, he hugs you close to him.

"I love you so much" he says but it comes out more like a whimper. Big arms wrapped around your cold body

"I just wish I could've told you."

I know this kinda sucks but this is my first fanfic so.... ANYWAY i plan on posting fluff too for bakugou, as well as 707 and Gojo content today, sooo yeah :)

[keijislove]

Pureblood Mania: Sirius Black X Reader

A/N: Warning: toxic mother-daughter relationship. Mentions of drinking.

Sirius Black was one of the most arrogant, thick and inconsiderate prats anyone would have the misfortune to meet. He found his pleasure in staying with random girls who truly fell for his charm all while he didn’t even look back once he got what he needed. Which is why to say that he was furious at the moment was a complete understatement.

His ‘beloved’ mother had decided to pounce upon him this very morning and Walburga Black was not one to beat around the bush. Authoritatively, she stormed into his room and snapped her fingers in front of her face, saying, “We’ve got to talk.”

Sirius supressed a massive groan – this couldn’t be good.

“I can see your future is going nowhere, boy!” she snarled, “You shall, under no circumstances, besmirch the ground that my forefathers have bestowed upon me by ending up to be a – a street dweller!”

Sirius rolled his eyes. Trust her to say something dramatic like this.

“Therefore, to improve our situation and get rid of you,” she added nastily, “You will be getting married at the end of this month.”

If there was anything Sirius was expecting, it definitely wasn’t this. He got up so fast that his chair crashed to the ground. He did not care.

“Wha- married?!” he sputtered, “To whom?!”

“You shall see this evening,” his smother snapped, “She’s a lovely girl. They will arrive at around five. Wear something respectable. And fix your hair!”

She stormed out of the room, leaving Sirius mouth agape.

Married.

She would probably be some swotty pureblood. The very thought disgusted him. Though, deep down, Sirius always knew he would be married this way, he wasn’t ready for that level of commitment. He was used to variety. Now he’d be stuck with some dull girl for the rest of his life. This day could not get worse.

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“I’m ready, mum,” you spoke in a monotonous voice.

This morning, your darling mother had announced that you’d be getting married at the end of this month to a ‘charming’ young man. You knew she didn’t care who you married. Pureblood was the word.

You were wearing a F/C dress and your hair was styled neatly – very unlike you.

Your mother came bustling into the room saying, “Good. We should leave now, they’re expecting us. And don’t embarrass me.”

She glared threateningly at you.

You rolled your eyes.

As you stepped into the car, very much aware of what you were signing up for, it drove ahead through the beautiful town you’d once called home. Your car stopped in front of a handsome manor – one you’d never seen before.

As the front gates opened to reveal a scrawny house elf, you followed your mother inside. The moment you reached the living room, something felt off.

“Ah, Y/M/N!” a richly dressed woman greeted, “And dear Y/N! How lovely to see you!”

It was at that moment that you spotted one of your oldest friends, Regulus Black. Your eyebrows rose. This was better than any random pureblood, however, you were quite incapable of thinking of Regulus that way and you were sure he was too.

You looked at him and he looked back. You pointed to yourself and then him and mouthed, “Seriously?”

Regulus looked sickened and shook his head in disgust, mouthing, “Not me.”

You frowned slightly. Regulus didn’t have a cousin, did he? After all, the only other person in the house was –

Oh. Oh, OH.

Your face morphed into an expression of absolute horror as you registered the other person who had just entered the room, mirroring your expression.

Realising you were gaping, you cleared your throat and spoke, “Sirius.”

Your voice was three octaves higher than usual and you hated it.

“Y/N.” Sirius breathed, still in shock.

“Oh, you two know each other?” Mrs Black clapped happily, “How lovely.”

“Yes,” you muttered, “How lovely.”

You glared his way as a pang of immense guilt welled in Sirius’ stomach, eating at him like termites as he relived his only memories of you at Hogwarts.

A girl was laughing and chatting animatedly to an otherwise quiet boy, who reciprocated her actions. Y/N L/N and Regulus Black were almost inseparable.

“Oi, Y/N!” a dark-haired boy with a handsome face called, “Is it because you pity my idiotic brother that you hang out with him? Or is it just that you’re so pathetic that no one else wants to hang out with you?”

His mates howled with laughter as you blushed furiously. Regulus threw a disgusted look their way and tugged at your sleeve, muttering, “Let’s leave.”

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The same girl was now attempting to carry a large pile of books to the library to help Madame Pince with her work, when they tumbled out of her hands and she fell to the floor with a thud.

“What’s that, L/N?!” Sirius Black yelled from nearby, “Bite off more than you can chew?”

James and Peter positively roared with laughter as Remus suddenly became interested on one spot in his book, his brows furrowing into a frown slightly.

You gathered your books in embarrassment before practically running to the library with them.

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As he relived these moments, he realised how much you’d actually grown. You weren’t the same old dorky girl from Hogwarts. You were now a quiet, reserved and admittedly extremely attractive young woman who looked ready to burst into tears.

“Sirius dear, take Y//N up to your room, will you?” Mrs Black gave a nasty fake smile.

“Yes, uh, okay, come on,” Sirius stammered.

You walked up the stairs in silence, not daring to look at each other. The house was indeed, very beautiful. As you reached Sirius’ room, you clambered inside before he finally spoke.

“So,” Sirius awkwardly began, “H-how are you, where’ve you been?”

“Do you really care or are you just being polite?” you muttered, upholding a deadpan stare out the window and on the handsome garden.

“Listen, Y/N, I know we got off on the wrong foot-”

“Yeah, we damn right did!” you snapped, pouring out seven years’ worth of feelings at once, “You never had the right foot when it came to me, Sirius, and I doubt that you have it now.”

“Look, I know you don’t want to do this,” Sirius desperately said, “I don’t want to force you into anything but-”

“Oh yes, there’s always a but when it comes to you, isn’t it?” you spat, “I can’t call off this marriage because my mum will kill me, you understand? Kill me. And I’m not like on of the many girls you screw every night-”

“I never said you were,” Sirius angrily spoke.

“Thank Merlin, you’ve finally done something wise, Black,” you snarled in his face, “We’ve got to grit our teeth and do it. Will you please try not to be a complete and utter arse and make it harder for me than it already is?”

At that moment, your mother burst into the room, “Y/N darling, we’ve got to leave now, and get your dress picked.”

Trying not to gag at the fake ‘darling’, you threw one last nasty glare in Sirius’ direction before following your mother out of the room.

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DAY OF WEDDING (A/N: sorry 😉)

“Bleurgh,” you blankly stated to your friend Lily Evans, who was getting you ready for the wedding alongside another girl called Marlene McKinnon, to whom you’d never really talked but she seemed nice anyway.

“What’s wrong, you look gorgeous!!” Lily gasped.

“Spiffing, Y/N,” Marlene grinned at you, “Let’s get your hair done, Sirius is a lucky man!”

She hastily added, “Joking!” as you glared murderously at her.

Soon your hair was styled and your veil perched on top of your head along with a bouquet of roses in your arms.

As you walked alongside your father down the aisle, you fought the urge to turn and run on the spot. Sirius was gaping at you from the front. He looked quite nice, you had to admit.

His face formed a cocky smirk as you fought another urge to throw the bouquet at his face.

You didn’t register any vows the priest made, your mind wandering over to glimpses of the future you were signing up for.

The word that caught you by surprise was, “You may kiss the bride.”

“Oh shit,” you thought, trying not to panic.

Sirius threw an anxious glance at your face, as if asking for your permission and you closed your eyes and nodded slightly. You could feel his minty breath on your face as his lips captured your own. They were gone the moment they appeared.

You flushed. How foolish of you to think Sirius Black would ever like you. You were looking anywhere but his face, refusing to fall for his charm. As the guests congratulated you and the food was eaten, the speeches delivered, it was finally time to go home. You were to go to a honeymoon destination your mothers had chosen and Merlin you were going to regret this.

The moment you stepped inside your bedroom; something was off. The whole room smelt like flowers and there was this tiny ass bed in which the two of you would have to squeeze.

“Ugh,” you moaned into your palms, grabbing your clothes and heading off to the bathroom to change out of this awful wedding dress and into your nightclothes.

By the time you washed off your makeup and brushed your teeth, your new ‘husband’ was already sitting on the bed, changed into his own nightclothes.

You sat warily on the bed, as far away from him as possible. Sirius threw a questioning glance your way before speaking, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Ignoring this mildly hurtful jibe, you spoke, “You don’t care how attractive the girl is, as long as she’s ready to shag you.”

“Nice,” Sirius sarcastically muttered, “I can see why Regulus liked you. You’re a bloody psychopath.”

“He’s a damn sight better than you are,” you retorted.

“I’m the handsome one,” Sirius cockily stated.

“I’d rather marry Severus,” you coldly spoke, “At least he knows his manners.”

“You really know how to wound a man.”

“It’s midnight, go to sleep. And no funny business, Black,” you warned.

“Can’t make no promises,” Sirius chanted as you threw a pillow at his face before turning the other way and falling asleep.

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Married life didn’t suit you at all, especially when your husband was such an arse. He would leave early morning and go out with his stupid friends and sometimes even bring them over. Let’s just say you didn’t fancy quietly sitting in the corner, watching James Potter and Sirius Black taking turns shoving pencils up their noses while Peter cheered them on and Remus sat with his head in his hands, continually apologising to you.

You drew the line when Sirius returned one day, apparently been out with his friends.

He silently hung up his coat before turning to walk to the bathroom when you shut your book and spoke, “Enjoyed ourselves, did we?”

Sirius turned around to face you, confused, “Huh?”

“We need to talk,” you spoke, struggling to keep your voice even.

“’Kay, but first I’m going to-”

“NOW.” you spoke with such a ringing force in your voice, Sirius was surprised at himself for not recoiling several steps.

He cleared his throat, “Yeah, OK. What’s up?”

“I’ll tell you what’s up,” you fumed, “Where do you get to these days? I go to bed and you’re not there; I wake up and you’re still not there and you turn up for lunch then disappear again to wherever you go!”

“So?” Sirius shrugged, “’Smatter with you?”

“For Merlin’s sake, Sirius, I’m your wife,” you spoke, “I have a right to know where you go-”

“You’re not my wife,” Sirius frowned slightly.

“I – what, sorry?!” you sputtered.

“I thought we just married for namesake,” Sirius’ frown grew deeper.

“Yeah, but that still makes me your wife, git!” you yelled angrily.

“Why do you care where I go?” Sirius furiously asked you, “It’s not like you like me any better when I’m around-”

“If you’re married, I hope you realise that you can’t sleep around anymore, namesake or not,” you coolly stated.

Sirius looked taken aback, “I don’t sleep around.”

“A likely story,” you snarled.

“You know what, you’re being ridiculous right now,” Sirius huffed in annoyance, “I’ll see you later.”

“Wait, no,” you hurried forward and made to seize his forearm but he roughly shook you off before slamming the door in your face.

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“I’d make fun of you right now,” Regulus was trying to control his laughter, “But you seem pretty miserable already. Care telling me what’s wrong, brother?”

Sirius scowled at his younger brother. Trust the little shit to try and get back at him for possible blackmail material.

“I need something to drink first,” Sirius stated.

Regulus snorted before summoning a bottle of firewhiskey and two glasses with a wave of his wand. He poured some out for himself and gave the other glass to his brother.

Sirius took a swig before speaking, “It’s Y/N. She’s acting weird.”

“You always found her weird,” Regulus coldly stated.

“Nah, now she’s weirder than usual,” Sirius shuddered, and with a deep breath, began to explain.

By the time he finished, Regulus was staring at him with incredulity and exasperation.

“Are you really such an idiot?” he asked disbelievingly, “You’re supposed to be smarter than this, Sirius, dogs are smart!”

“What’s intelligence got to do with this?” Sirius asked, confused.

Regulus rolled his eyes, “You’ve no idea, have you? Imagine, brother, my situation at Hogwarts when she used to burst into tears in front of me after you’d teased her, telling me that she was no good and how Sirius Black would never like someone like her back!”

Sirius’ look of confusion morphed into one of comprehension, followed by horror.

“She-?” he asked.

“Yes,” Regulus nodded, staring at him in disgust, “Now go apologise to her, or I’ll hex you so bad you’ll shoot flames out of your-”

“No, okay, no,” Sirius made a disgusted face before proceeding to down the entire bottle of Firewhiskey.

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A knock on your door around midnight told you that your delightful ‘husband’ had come home. Scowling, you got out of bed to open the door to reveal and extremely drunk Sirius standing there.

“What the-”

“I’m sorryyyyy Y/N ieeeee,” Sirius sobbed, flinging himself onto you.

“Uhm,” you awkwardly patted his head, “What’s going on-?”

“All the time I thought you – hic – fancied my – hic – brother, when you were really – hic – oh, I’ve been a complete – hic – arse to you and – hic – now I’ve – hic – ruined everything,” he rambled.

“Sirius, what-” you got cut off as his lips sloppily grazed over your own. You closed your eyes for a brief moment before realising he was drunk. He probably didn’t know what he was doing. This was wrong.

“Sirius,” you muttered, pushing him off slightly, “You don’t mean this, trust me, you don’t.”

“I do, I do,” he howled, still sobbing, “I wanna be your husband – make lots of little kids with you!”

“OK,” you spoke, this was where to draw the line, “Tell me this when you’re sober, with a straight face, and I’ll believe you.”

His face morphed into a dorky grin and his head lolled over to your shoulder as you practically carried him inside before the both of you fell asleep.

When you woke up, you were surprised to see him leaning impatiently over you, showing no sign of a hangover whatsoever.

“Ready to make those little kids?” he asked cheekily as you gasped, a realisation hitting you.

“I’m going to kill Regulus.”

[starline148]

KidoFudo Week 22

Day 07: Venice

The sun was falling over the horizon in a gorgeous sunset in Venice, one of the most beautiful cities in the world.

The eyes of both young men could not deviate from that gradient as natural as it was fascinating, an event that happened daily but that was not always appreciated due to the rush of daily routine.

So that day, they took their time to watch the sun melt into the reds and purples of a warm and peaceful night.

That trip was coming to an end, the next day Fudou had to return to Inazuma after his summer vacation in Italy with Kidou.

That's why that moment was special, it was one of their last moments together in a time.

Fudou glanced at his friend whose red eyes reflected that sky of a thousand colors. A soft smile appeared on his face. Kidou had that effect on him, always managing to melt him inside and make his whole being soften with a warm heartbeat.

He looked back at the Grand Canal with its golden waters, and with a controlled gesture he moved his hand and touched Kidou's.

That contact was enough for the other to come out of the magical trance in which he was submerged and feel a shiver in his stomach. It wasn't that they weren't used to physical contact between them, after all Fudou was with the person with whom he had the most skin-to-skin touch; but at that moment, in that atmosphere… it had a very different weight.

A strange poise settled in the pit of his stomach and he felt his blood erupt as after that touch one of Fudou's fingers caught his.

Kidou swallowed hard, not daring to turn his head even an inch. But when he felt Fudou's finger slide back to its original position, he reached out and caught the boy's hand, holding it tightly.

He noticed that his body had suddenly risen in temperature and that he was sweating even more. Nonsense in his opinion, it wasn't even the first time they held hands... Although of course it was the first time they did it for no real reason while watching an awe-inspiring sunset in one of the most romantic cities in the world.

“Kidou…”

Finally he turned to Fudou who was looking at him with an affectionate and delicate glow, in his expression there was certainly a hint of vulnerability that Kidou perfectly understood its origin. That made his guts twist even more.

“Fudou…”

The young man turned to him without letting go of his hand, Fudou's eyebrows rose a little on his face in a silent question. But their eyes were deeply connected.

A thousand and one reasons went through Kidou's mind in a fraction of time as to why it was better to stop at that precise moment, but he decided to ignore them for the first time in his life and get even closer to his friend.

Fudou allowed himself a glimpse of a teasing smile, but also a hesitant smile. Of course, Kidou also perfectly understood its origin too. Fudou did not really expect anything to happen.

But he was tired of spinning around feelings that had been growing inside his heart for years.

Taking a deep breath like someone hoping to absorb not only oxygen but also as much courage as possible from the air, Kidou finished approaching Fudou.

And he joined his lips with his.

The young man's sea green eyes widened in surprise but immediately closed as he wrapped his arms around Kidou's neck. Fudou felt the other’s hands holding his back and his lips pressed even more on his own.

The night dyed the sky with a starry blanket, the orange lights of the streetlights cast long shadows on the cheerful streets of Venice.

That night they did not sleep.

Happy 14/8!!! Happy KdFd day!!

Guess who is a crazy person XDU Yeah, it’s me. This was a wild something hahaha I’m delighted of being able to finish the week with a proper drawing every day! At first I thought that I’d have to post only sketches but I could finish everyone! Thanks @inazumafocus for the suggestions for this week! It was really fun to use the photos as ideas for the drawings! Today it was the one with the kiss in the museum and Venice... I love Venice with all my heart, since I was a little child I’ve been in love witht his city and when my dream of visit Venice came true it was one of my happiest days! I’m not sure why as I was very little when it started but I was so happy that Venice was one of the suggestions! I decide to draw this for the last day as it’s the most romantic drawing of the 7. Once again, happy KdFd day =D

[songmingisthighs]

[9.45] yeosang × single mom!reader

⇀ being a single mom, you'd obviously be worried about your child's wellbeing. In this case though? Your child's relationship with your boyfriend. But honestly, this is Kang Yeosang we're talking about, what could possibly go wrong?

When you got home that afternoon, the last thing you expected to see was your apartment being so quiet.

You've raised a beautiful baby girl on your own so it's only natural for you to experience chaos every day and ever since little Jueun started kindergarten, her social skills had progressed slightly.

Jueun, the light of your life, is a shy little girl, having only several constant people in her life which made her not so easily open to other people that she had just met. While other children would run off to make friends on the first day of kindergarten, Jueun went straight to the book collection about dinosaurs.

Yes, dinosaurs.

She's a little quirky like that.

Ask her what she wanna be when she grows up, she'll tell you she wants to be a princess with a pet ankylosaurus.

Knowing her introversion, you had hesitated on letting your boyfriend, Yeosang, and her to meet. It's not because you're afraid that they won't like each other or that Jueun would feel that you'd force him as her new daddy, but simply because you're afraid that they won't have anything to talk about.

You initially introduced them to each other when you had been in a relationship with Yeosang for 3 months, before that you had only told both of them stories about the other, buttering them up to like the other.

Not so surprisingly though, Yeosang had told you that he likes Jueun even before meeting her. Which was a relief to say the least. So when they met, Yeosang tried so hard to make Jueun like him. This effort doesn't go unnoticed by the little girl, but she didn't immediately take a liking to him. You've always been there to mediate between the two even though they had known each other for well over half a year now.

Today however, you had no other choice but to ask Yeosang for help picking Jueun up from kindergarten as you were swamped with a project at work.

Yeosang was more than happy to provide aid, but the notion that he'd be alone with the kid whom he doesn't know whether or not she likes him almost made him puke.

But he sucked it up.

He walk up to the gates of the kindergarten, approaching the teacher on standby, "I'm Kang Yeosang, I'm here to pick Jueun (Y/L/N) from class A-3," he said, smiling awkwardly. The teacher smiled brightly at him while nodding, "of course! Ms. (Y/L/N) called in earlier and told us that you'll be picking her up, I'll go get her," then she walked into the building to get Jueun.

Whilst waiting, Yeosang could feel himself sweating a little, nervous about how Jueun would react when seeing him instead of her mom.

When he saw Jueun came out with her backpack strapped on, looking cuter than a bunny with marshmallows stuffed into its cheeks, he smiled brightly at her.

Jueun's eyes wide when she saw Yeosang, having been familiar with him but never really surpasses any significant level with him.

"Hey, Jueun-ie," Yeosang greeted, crouching down to her height. She smiled shyly at him, making his insides clench at the effortless adorableness. "Your mommy need to work a little longer, would it be alright if I take you home?" Honestly, Yeosang didn't know why he asked that in the first place, but knowing that this particular little kid is smarter than most kids her age, he felt like the question was appropriate.

A sudden look of determination appeared on Jueun's face as she nodded eagerly. She knew how important she and Yeosang is to you. Knowing how much you love and provide for her, she's beyond willing to try and let Yeosang in.

Yeosang stood up and was about to walk but Jueun raised her right hand up at him, "safety, mommy said I have to hold her hand at all times, so I should hold yours," she said.

Hearing that, Yeosang smack his forehead dramatically, "ugh! Of course! How bad of me to be so careless!" He said as he grab Jueuen's hand as she giggled at how silly he sounded.

During the walk, Yeosang tried asked her questions about what she did at kindergarten that day. Surprisingly, Jueun blabbered long about what she did, what she ate, who did what, and when was that.

As they walk home, Jueun suddenly stopped her steps in front of the convenience store right outside your apartment. When her steps halt, Yeosang's too.

Yeosang was about to ask her why she stopped walking but Jueun was already looking at him with her best puppy eyes. He crouched down in front of her, "what's wrong Jueun-ie? Why did you stop?" he asked to which Jueun pouted and pointed at the convenience store, "I want ice cream," she said sadly.

Her eyes alone rendered him defenseless. But he was hesitant because he knows that this is not his kid and he doesn't know whether or not you'd let her eat ice cream.

"I don't know, Jueun," he muttered, scratching the back of his head with his free hand. Realizing he's not outwardly saying no, Jueun pulled out the big guns, "pleeeeeease," she whined, wrapping her tiny arms around Yeosang's neck, "please, daddy, please," she pleaded as her pout deepens.

The use of the 'd' word-

No, not THAT 'd' word.

The use of said 'd' word made Yeosang's eyes widen to its maximum extent.

"D-d-did you j-just called m-me..." he trailed off, not really able to said the word himself. Whether or not Jueun realizes how much the word affect Yeosang was unclear, but she definitely knows, based on Yeosang's expression that she's getting what she wants.

"Please, daddy?" she asked one more time.

And true to her prediction, Yeosang scooped her in his arms and walked into the convenience store, letting her pick any ice cream she wants.

Jueun now knows that she has Yeosang in the palm of her hands by simply uttering the word 'daddy' to him.

Which is why as you got home at 7.30, you were greeted with the sight of Yeosang and Jueun in her little tea party table, wearing a tiara and pretending to sip some pretend tea.

Oh, and best part is. Yeosang is also wearing a tiara and a pink feather boa around his neck.

"Wow, you guys seem to be having a lot of fun together," you smirked, breaking their conversation as the little girl jumps up and run to hug your legs.

Yeosang stood up as well, pulling the feather boa from around his neck to set it on the table. He walked closer and peck your lips, "welcome home, love, how was work?" you sighed and shook your head at his question, "disastrous, but I don't wanna talk about it, I wouldn't want to ruin the fun that you're both having right now," you grinned down at Jueun, "how did you manage to get Yeosang to wear a tiara, baby?"

Jueun shook her head excitedly, "I didn't, mommy! Daddy put it himself!" your eyes widened at her choice of pronoun, snapping your head towards Yeosang who had a big, proud grin on his face, "yeah... I guess I'm her daddy now," he chuckled as Jueun decided to run out of the room.

"Yeosang, we never talked about this," you said to him lowly, not really wanting Jueun to hear your worries. Yeosang's grin dropped to a frown as he steps closer to you, taking both of your hands in his, "why? Do you not want her to see me as a father figure?" "It's not that, it's just," you paused, thinking of the right words before continuing, "I don't want her to be attached to someone she considered her dad only for that someone to leave her,"

Hearing that from you made Yeosang realize that it wasn't just you worrying over Jueun, but you're also worrying about yourself too and how it would affect you and Jueun if he leaves.

Smiling gently at you, Yeosang leaned his forehead against yours, "you don't have to worry about me leaving because I'm not gonna, I'm gonna stay with you both until you all get sick of me and kick me to the curb," he joked, making you laugh, "so please, can we celebrate the fact that Jueun called me dad and that I'm moving in with you two?"

You raised an eyebrow at him, "who said you're moving in with us?" "I did, yeah, Jueun's convinced there's an evil sorcerer living in her closet and I promised her that I'll shoo him away every night before bedtime,"

It warms your heart knowing that your two favorite person got along so well. Had you known that leaving them both alone together would end up like this, you would've done it months ago.

You were about to comment on him moving in again when suddenly Jueun's voice was heard from the kitchen, "daddy! I can't- I can't reach the ice cream!"

As soon as you both heard that, you narrowed your eyes at Yeosang, "you bought my kid ice cream?" to which he rolled his eyes at you, "well she's my kid now too," he defended. You couldn't believe that you'd ever hear him say that but hearing that he's Jueun's dad seems so natural to you.

Giggling, you pushed him out of Jueun's room, "well then, please go and handle your daughter,". He blushed slightly as he tried to suppress the grin that was threatening to form on his face. So he opted to ran to Jueun.

But before he could walk too far, you grab his hand to say something.

"By the way, congrats on being a dad,"