#like did he hit her with 'we'll talk about this after you've calmed down'?

[theoldandnewfirm]

I wish we could've seen the real conversation/interactions that happened between Isabel and Ebenezer during the Later sequence, because assuming that Isabel did sweep everything off his desk in a fit of anger, Ebenezer seeing that and thinking, "this is a situation I can walk away from with my relationship intact" makes him the dumbest human being on planet earth.

[nonranghaes]

heads up! pregnant!reader (still referred to with they/them pronouns in the only instance pronouns are used for reader). some sexual implications, but it goes nowhere. husband!cheol <3

the moment you see seungcheol step back into the bedroom, his shoulders slump as exhaustion hits him like a train. things have been... rough to say the least ever since your son (almost three) learned he's getting a little sister. the terrible twos are a thing, sure, but you'd hoped that maybe he'd get used to the idea a bit more over time... instead he's been trying to figure out how to get rid of her (naming people she could go live with, mainly) before she's even here.

seungcheol flops onto the bed, and then moves in closer so that he could rest his head in your lap. "i think he's scared we won't love him as much." he lets out a long sigh. "we'll keep talking to him about it."

"mmhm." you reach down, running a hand through his hair. "he'll come around. he's just stubborn like his dad."

seungcheol gives you a slightly annoyed look--not because you said it, but because it's true--and turns over to press a kiss against your bump. "they're being mean to me again," he says with a pout. "haven't i dealt with enough today?"

you roll your eyes a little. "i think once she's here and he realizes that he's still going to get equally spoiled by his uncles, he'll calm down."

"mhm." seungcheol is only half-listening now. he's too fixated on your bump, tracing his fingers over your shirt, too caught up in his own thoughts. he did the same when you were expecting your son: always gazing at you with this soft look in his eyes, all too tender. he'd been a bit more of a mess of nerves the first time around, but equally as loving.

"cheollie?"

"i love you," he says, and you aren't sure who he's saying it to now. "both of you," his gaze flits up to meet yours. he pushes himself up so that he can lean in to kiss you.

yet the moment you think it might lead somewhere, you hear tiny feet rushing down the hallway. before the door opens, seungcheol is already pouting--not again--but it's gone by the time he turns around to face his son. he's already getting back up to ask what's wrong as he scoops the kid into his arms, shooting you a sorry smile when he looks back. he'll make it up to you sometime...

but you don't mind it, actually. not when you get to see your husband this loving with your son. instead, you decide to follow after them instead, just to feel happy with the growing family that you've created together.

[ok-boomerang]

YOU DID WHAT?! for the drabble prompts!

"YOU DID WHAT?!"

Zuko had waited until Katara had fallen asleep at his bedside—which she had scarcely left since she dragged him away from the scorched courtyard—before he slowly and gingerly slid out from under his blankets. His bare feet touched the cool floor of his bedroom, and he stood for what felt like the first time in days, though really it had only been a handful of hours since he last carefully got up used the restroom.

He tiptoed across the room, sparing a glance at Katara, only to see she was indeed fully out—he knew she was exhausted from constant healing sessions, even though she tried to hide it. The dim glow of the torch on the wall revealed how she'd fallen asleep with her head against her hand; a piece of curly hair swayed in the breeze of her breath each time she exhaled.

Unfortunately, Zuko had taken too many steps just watching Katara, and he forgot the small circle of chairs the sages had set out to use when they visited him. This is how Zuko woke Katara: yelling "Fuck!" loudly as his knee painfully collided with the corner of a chair.

Katara at once jumped awake and launched herself from her sleeping position, water already flooded around her hands as she surveyed the room in a panic. But there was no would-be assassin—just Zuko, clutching his knee and finding it suddenly hard to breathe from the energy he expended by yelling.

"What are you—what?!" Katara exclaimed before she was on him, her water-clothed hands now surveying his knee. "It's the middle of the night! What were you doing?"

"I was—uh—" he stuttered, which was his downfall. Couldn't he have said "I was going to the bathroom" instead of hesitating like the terrible liar he was?

Katara crossed her arms in front of him and frowned. "Were you by chance, going to visit a certain palace sage?"

Zuko huffed, annoyed he was so transparent, but even more annoyed at the sage who had insulted Katara. "He has to know what he said about you was out of line! You've been healing me non-stop, you already fully saved my life—"

"I appreciate your concern, Zuko—believe me, I'm angry too—but you can deal with him when you're better, right?" She laid a cool hand on his chest, as if surveying for more damage. "Why a midnight rendezvous in the first place, unless you're trying to—trying to—" she trailed off, realization seeming to hit her as Zuko's stomach sank.

"You were going to fight him?!" she hissed.

"No!" Zuko yelped, much too quickly.

"An agni kai?"

"No—no—of course not! I mean, nothing that could end in death!"

Katara exhaled like an angry cat.

"Just a minor beat-down to defend your honor," he murmured.

"Defend my honor?"

Zuko didn't say anything, for the look on Katara's face told him nothing he could say would calm her down.

But instead of chewing him out, she only sighed, put one hand on his arm, and began to lead him back to bed. "You're going back to sleep. I'll give you the sleeping tincture you clearly didn't take tonight, and we'll talk about Fire Sage Shayu in the morning."

"All right, Healer Katara."

"Damn right," she said with a little grin as she helped him climb into bed. She gave him the tincture and after one last look at Katara's self-satisfied expression, Zuko was fully out.

--

In the morning, Zuko woke with the sun, and automatically turned toward where Katara usually sat—she was there, of course, sitting vigil and fast asleep. He couldn't help the small smile that unfolded on his face, except—

That was weird. Katara looked—rather roughed up. There was dirt on her cheek and what looked like a burn hole on her tunic sleeve.

"Katara?" he asked loudly, shifting toward her and too concerned not to wake her. What had happened while he was sleeping?! "Are you okay?"

"Mhm," she said sleepily, blinking her eyes open with a lopsided grin. He noticed her lip was split. "But I made sure Fire Sage Shayu wasn't."

"YOU DID WHAT?!"

[apocalypseornaw]

Prove It (Pt 4/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Dean comes to Alicia's and the two of you talk. He begins to plan a redo of your anniversary to make it up to you

Warnings: cursing, mention of a person being killed

The drive from the bunker to Alicia's place would normally take about eight hours give or take but Dean managed to make it in five. His fingers drummed the steering wheel as he turned off the road onto her drive. Sam glanced at him sideways from the passenger seat “Just take a breath Dean. She just needed some space but she called you that means she's not as mad as she was” 

Dean shook his head “I'm not worried about her being mad, I'm worried about the fact that I hurt her. What if this was a final straw deal? What if she figures out she can do so much better than me? What if she just didn't want to break things off over the phone?” 

Sam shook his head “Dean she loves you. I know you hurt her, hell I even managed to hurt her in this because I took her for granted too but she loves you and you love her. You've made mistakes yeah but you're human man. She gets that, don't overthink just tell her why you wanted to grab a drink and calm your nerves a bit before driving. Tell her what she means to you. She's meeting you halfway by calling” 

Dean nodded slowly, Sam was right. That didn't stop his brain from offering him every single bad scenario that could happen when he parked next to your car and took a deep breath before climbing out the car.

 

In the last four hours you'd taken a forty five minute nap, gotten Alicia to braid your hair and drank half a pot of coffee.

You were currently pacing a hole in the floor while carrying her cat in your arms. The cat was purring in contentment so it was giving you something to keep your mind off the fact that Dean was on his way.

Alicia eventually stepped in front of you to stop your repetitive movements. When you came to a stop she smiled gently and took the cat from your arms, sitting it gently down on the couch. “Sweetie, just take a breath. That man worships the ground you walk on. He'd do damn near anything for you and I know how much you love him. Just calm down”

The moment she got through speaking the rumble of the impala engine hit your ears. She grabbed your hand “C'mon. I'll walk out with you and if Sam's with him we'll give you two the porch for some privacy”

—-------

You walked out onto the porch and froze at the same moment Dean froze on the top doorstep. Alicia and Sam exchanged a knowing look before Sam said “Alicia, got some coffee or something?” She nodded and led him inside.

—-------

Dean couldn't take his eyes off you, only a few days had passed since he saw you but it felt like so much longer. “Hey sweetheart” a small smile flickered to your lips when he spoke “Hey baby”

—-------

You stood there for a second looking at him, God he always had the same effect on you. He was wearing that gray henley you always loved stealing, the stubble lining his jaw told you he hadn't shaved since two days before you left and he looked tired but he was here, right in front of you and any of the remaining anger you'd felt when you left the bunker quickly dissolved. 

“God I've missed you” you blurted out before launching yourself into his arms. He caught you without a second thought, wrapping both arms around you. “Sweetheart I am so sorry” he spoke into your hair as he held you. You nodded trying to swallow down the urge to cry. You leaned back enough to look up at him “We can talk about it, I want to talk and need to know what happened but can you please just kiss me first”

“Fuck yes” he mumbled before crashing his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle but passionate, his mouth lingering against yours in a way that made your knees weak. When he pulled away he rested his forehead against yours “I love you” you smiled “I love you too”

—-----------

After a moment you took a deep breath then stepped out of his arms. His face fell a bit but he watched your every movement. “How did you forget?” You asked and he looked like you would've hurt him less by hitting him. “I'm an idiot?” Your jaw clenched at his words “Don't do that. Don't talk down about yourself like that Dean you know I hate it”

A hint of a smile played at his lips “You're always so quick to defend me, even when I mess up” you crossed your arms over your chest before saying “That's because I love you, hell I've defended you and Sam both for as long as I've known the two of you because you are good men. You're a good man Dean, you're a good boyfriend. I know you love me, I've never doubted that but sitting there waiting for you only to find out you're at a bar? That fuckin hurt Dean!”

—-------

Dean's heart flipped hearing you say he was a good man. No other person on earth's opinion would have mattered to him at that moment. He nodded because he knew it had hurt you he hated that it hurt you “We lost someone on the hunt” 

Your face softened at his words “Why didn't you tell me?” He motioned around Alicia's porch then shrugged “It wasn't losing someone as much.I'm used to it but she was your height, your build and had your hair color. She was torn apart. I couldn't even see her face. It was so bad and all I could think of was you. The fact that being with me puts a target on your back, I invite pain and loss by being in someone's life…”

He trailed off and you started to reach for him but he shook his head because he wasn't done “I guess I started to spiral a bit. Old insecurities popped up, I just needed to catch my breath before coming home. I didn't mean to forget and I would never purposely hurt you but sweetheart coming home to you gone? That damn near broke me. I can't lose you, please don't leave me again” his breath came out ragged and you were across the porch before he could draw another breath pulling him into your arms.

“I'm not leaving you ever Dean” you promised and he held you tight. He had to make it up to you, a do-over for your anniversary. He'd figure it out tomorrow but for tonight you were in his arms. 

@starkleila @fluff-lover @lacilou @suckitands33 @lyarr24 @decadentstrangernacho @nix-rose @irgendwas122 @deans-baby-momma @deans-spinster-witch @tas898

[fraugwinska]

Chapter 5 - Junction

Junction (noun) 1. a place where things come together (esp. roads/railroads) 2. a place or point of meeting

Tags & Warnings: none

“And this is the en-suite bathroom! We just had a new shower installed! Not every room has it's own, so you're one of the lucky ones!”

Charlie was made of nothing but energy. Like a bouncy ball, she jumped from here to there, showing you every inch of your room with eager fervor. She seemed so excitable, happy to have someone to show around. A vast contrast to her girlfriend, who stood at the closed door of your room, arms crossed and with a sour face.

“Do you like it?”

You tried to soften your face, it wasn't a smile, but well. It was all you got.

“It's very, very nice Charlie, I appreciate it very much. Thank you.”

Charlie let out a happy giggle. Vaggie came to her side, eyeing you suspiciously.

“What exactly do you do, as Alastors assistant?”, she inquired, her tone harsh. You looked at her with an indifferent look.

“Anything he tasks me to do.” Short, simple, vague answer. Robotic, a little voice in your head whispered, and you added “I am just basically there to make his everyday life easier, is all.” Better.

“Did he hire you?”, Vaggie pressed. Charlie looked uncomfortable, her eyes darting from you to Vaggie and back.

“Of course he did. I wouldn't work for him if he didn't.”

For a few seconds, there was only silence, a staring contest. Your stoic wall of indifference against her fiery canons of indignation. Charlie, laughing nervously, and brave as she was, took a step in between you two.

“We're just a little.. surprised. Alastor never told us about an assistant. And well...”, she wrung her hands, smiling shyly, “Given his... reputation, Vaggie... we were wondering if you were really here because you wanted to.”

Your tail swished around your ankles in a fit of annoyance. “I'm here on my own volition. Alastor asked me to help, and I said yes, so you really can relax.” Not a lie, at least technically.

Charlie put a hand on Vaggies shoulder. “See, Vags, it's okay. Cool down.” She gave you an apologetic smile. “Please believe us, we are really happy to have you here. We're just.. um.. worried about you.”

You shook you head. He wasn't exaggerating when he said that they were on the edge with him. “I can assure you, I really am fine. Alastor is very kind to me.”

You could literally hear their jaws drop. Vaggie even heaved in outrage. “Kind? KIND? You got to be shitting me!”

You looked puzzled that such a simple sentence would spark this much.... reaction. Who would be this angry about such a statement? Charlie intervened quickly. “Wow. I mean... WOW. Well, that's a... word.... you don't hear often together with... Alastor. Huh. Okay. That's cool, then.” She took your hands, looking at you earnestly.

“But just in case, if you ever have something you want to talk about, or something you need help with, please, come see me... us. OUR...”, she pronounced the last word prominently, a not-so-subtle warning to her companion to calm down, “...door is always open for you. Now, we'll let you settle. See you in the foyer for dinner in about an hour?”

You thanked her again, promising you'd join them for dinner and after Charlie practically pushed a still fuming Vaggie out the door, you were alone. You rubbed your temples, breathing. The room was big, bright and very victorian-esque. Thick, cream colored brocade curtains lined the big double window overseeing Pentagram city. You've never seen a canopy bed like the one right next to it before – it looked like it was carved out of a single trunk, warm, creamy wood plushed with rich, thick red velvet and matching red curtains. You sat down. The thick mattress was soft and felt extravagant. You felt a bit lost in it. With an exasperated moan you let your back hit the soft cushions, allowing yourself to feel the delicate linens and squishy mattress, humming deeply in accordance with the comfort. This was your new home now. It felt nothing like it, but you would come to manage. You always did. The bed made it easier, enveloping you in a warm embrace, and you closed your eyes and started to finally relax. The room was quiet, except for a subtle buzzing sound. Your ears perked up and you opened your eyes, pushing yourself up on your elbows while you scanned your surroundings. You found the source of the buzzing to be a single one of Alastor's shadows. You recognized him immediately, his shape and cyan eyes and maw were so distinctive. It was one of his more sentient ones, one that was one of your masters closest servants that had a habit on spying on you at nights. You sometimes heard Alastor call him Ozul. You raised a brow at him.

“You heard what was said. You can go and tell him now, everything went a-okay.”

The shadow hissed at you, not particulary aggressive, but not too friendly either, like a child blowing you a raspberry, then he disappeared. You shook your head. Great. Now you had a babysitter here too. You cracked your back and started to unpack.

Ah, how he loved the smell of the unholy trinity – he had cut up the c elery, onion and green bell pepper, and in the pot they went, together with jalapeno and a good measure of garlic. He always hummed a tune while he cooked, it evoked so many fond memories. Just when he put in the rice, some stock and crushed tomatoes, he felt something tug on his pantleg. Without moving even an inch, he looked down, lids almost closed. The kitchen was left empty, as usual when he was in there... the others were still avoiding being in a room with him for too long. Good.

„Yes, Ozul?“, Alastor asked his shadow companion, while he expertisely added seasoning. Oh, that wonderful smell of home.

Ş̷̞͂̀h̷̜͕͋̌e̵̖̊̕ ̷̛̟̈́a̵͎͐l̴͇̃̀o̵̤̳̎͛n̷͔̅e̸̩͝ ̴̄̽͜n̶͍̬̎ö̵̻̝́̀w̷̙͚̒̉.̶̢̇͘͜ ̷͙̔̔s̵̬̲͋̒h̴̑̓͜ë̷̙́́ ̴̮̓̃g̷̨̓o̸̩̿͠ǫ̷̣̑d̸̺̍ ̷̠͈̔͂ḡ̸̺̳i̵̭̤̓r̴̯̚ļ̷̤͐̽  (She alone now. She good girl)

„So, my little kitten had her first trial by fire and didn't burn herself?“, he quibbed, smiling gleefully. He wasn't surprised. Ah, how obedient she was. He would have preferred her to heed his advice of smiling, but he had sensed her rare hesitation and let this matter go for now. He could always command her, if it started to be a problem with the snoopy folks here afterall. Additionally, and he was surprised of himself, he found the thought of her smile being an exclusive right to see quite satisfying.

s̶͔͝h̵̦͋e̷̘̜̋ ̵̠̃̏ͅś̸͈̉â̷̬̗i̴̞̐d̷̬̎ ̸̳̰͝y̷̲̽o̸̙̔́ṷ̸͙̌ ̵̨̙̐̐k̶̤̯͌i̶̙͇͛n̷̝̞̿̋d̴̩͙̓͝.̶̟͍̋̍ ̴̡͂͆ǫ̴̯̑t̶̬͛h̸̘̲̆e̷͓̲͛ŗ̸͉̋s̵̢̝̑ ̵̹̮́ą̸̞̂n̴͈̋̄g̷͖̊r̸̝̒͝y,̵̞͔̑͠ ̶̫̳̂b̶̲͓̒̈́u̶̜̚t̶̠͖̽́ ̸̻̿s̵̤̈́͝h̵̙̾͛ę̵̰̀̈́ ̵̫̀ḡ̴̜̺o̸̤͊ő̵̗d̸̳̯̓̑ (She said you kind. others angry, but she good.)

Now that turned his head. She said he was kind, he thought, and couldn't help but snicker. Such an interesting girl he had, he could imagine the look of her heart-shaped face while she said that to the wary princess and her little angry companion. He heard Rosies voice ringing in his ears.

'This girl would do anything to please you.'

And how eager she was indeed, to do him right. It amazed him how he didn't even need to install fear in her to behave exactly as he wanted her to. She had promised him loyalty, and against all odds it seemed as if she would hold up to that promise. He couldn't be more satisfied. Slowly but surely, she would help improve his standing here, freeing his way to more prosperous opportunities.

í̵̘̭͗s p̵̣̍̈ṛ̸̚ȅ̵̫t̸̡͙̆t̵̮̀ŷ̸͙̚ (is pretty.)

Ozul hummed content. Alastor rose a brow at him.

l̵̡̝̃i̵̠͝k̴͍̇e̴͂̑͜s̴̹̕ ̴̦̬̿͗v̸͇͋̐o̴͔̘̿ȉ̷̪c̷̰̝͒͘ê̴̱͗,̸̢͍̅͆ ̵̗͉̇͠s̶̡̀̏͜ḧ̸̥̙́e̵̤̊̓ ̶̱̔͛m̷͕̫̒ŏ̶̠̭͛a̷̼̝͆n̵̖͛̍s̸̝̠͝ ̷͈̳̓ṕ̶̛͓ȓ̸̲ȅ̵̱͜ẗ̶̥͉́̊t̷̝͆̈y̸͙̔̽(likes voice. she moans pretty.)

He tutted. “You should better know how to behave yourself, my little fellow, or I'll have to send someone else to guard her.”

Ozul just buzzed and hummed mischievously, rushing back over the walls to her room. Alastorshook his head, a little exasperated. The bay leafs he added sunk into the stew, and bubbles popped on the surface. He covered the stew and set his pocket watch down at the counter – making a mental note to check it in twenty minutes.

As inappropriate as his little naughty shadow was, he thought for a second that he couldn't say Ozul was entirely wrong.

You had just finished to put your toiletries in the bathroom when you heard loud, obnoxious knocking on your room door. You cautiously went to open it, hand almost on the golden doorknob, when it suddenly - and violently - swung open. You had to jump back to save your toes from getting cut off.

“Heya, fellow neigbour.”

It was Angel, waltzing into your room and throwing himself on your freshly made bed with a long, lascivious sigh.

“Man, they gave you one of the good ones, lucky bitch. My room looks like a dump, compared. Well, maybe it's also because of all the toys and trash lying around, but I'm too hot to clean, 'ya know?”

He stretched himself loudly, and turned himself on his belly, facing you. His face was full of mischief.

“Can I help you, Angel?”, you asked calmly, softly shutting the door, leaving it open a bit, just in case. You hoped Ozul wouldn't barge back in here in plain sight. That would not be good.

“Ah, I just wanted to check 'ya out, calm your perky tits. Sooooo...” Angel wiggled his eyebrows. “You sure you're just an assistant to our own strawberry pimp? 'Ya never, you know... shed his antlers?”

No one would've NOT blushed at the very explicit gestures Angel made.

“A-Absolutely not.”

You felt heat creeping up your neck. Angel seemed disappointed, although he didn't give up on prying more.

“Hey, no judgment! I wouldn't blame 'ya, toots. I mean, you could fuck way worse down here. I bet 'ya good money he would be into some weird dominatrix-shit. Or a praise-kink! And he's kinda hot, if you don't mind the whole creepy dial-stare which is definately his O-face and the piss-stained teeth.” he picked on his nails, glancing at you playfully.

“Please don't talk about him like that.”, you steadied your voice, a hint of anger in it you just couldn't suppress which Angel immediately picked up. He let out a small, teasing laugh.

“Uh, kitty got claws. Okay, okay, no more dissing the deer daddy in front of his pet cat. But I'm just sayin'.”, the spider stood up, and oooooh yes, he was a spider alright. He used his four arms to push himself from your bed, ruining your hard work of smoothing the sheets out neatly. “I work in the business. And – aside these god-awful grandma-clothes, 'ya could get some fine ass down here. Those freaking eyes alone are meant for a million buck 'rail-me look'. Uuuuuh, mind if I take these? Thanks!”, he quickly grabbed two of the cookie-packs Charlie placed on a golden tray on your nightstand. “Fat Nuggets loves these.”

“Sure, I don't like raisin cookies anyway. Take all you want.”

You had a feeling it was best just to pick your battles, and cookies were definitely not it. Especially raisin cookies... And what was a Fat Nuggets?

“So... you've got the room next to mine?”

Angel sneered. “Yeah, so fair warning, if 'ya hear some 'loud noises' at night, don't come knocking, it ruins the mood.” He winked, and your treacherous ears twitched in a wave of amusement. Fucking traitors.

“I'll keep that in mind, but thanks for the warning.”

Be likable. You mentally checked to see your face was still void of any detectable expression, and added “Same goes to you, if I'll ever get some.”

Angel stared at you for a moment, mouth open in surprise, then he burst out laughing, patting you on the back.

“Oh shit, toots, you do have a little bite in ya. And here I thought you'd be as uptight and boring as your frigid boss. 'Ya know what? Tell me if 'ya ever wanna get 'ya nasty on. I'm not into chicks, but I know a few guys with really biiiiiig...”

“Please don't.”

“...Personalities.”, he gave you a grin not unlike a cheshire cat. “Anyway, gotta dip. See ya downstairs, puss-n-boobs.”

And with another laugh he was gone. You felt like at least that interaction went kind of well. You were... likable, weren't you? At least, he didn't leave mad like Vaggie or worried like Charlie, so you were pleased with that. A mocking hum made you almost jump, and you saw Ozul had indeed come back, looming in your vanity mirror. Fuck, when did he sneak in? What did he hear? You caught a glance of your face in the mirror. Your cheeks were still a little flushed from Angels lewd remarks. He was so... blunt, and absolutely no-nonsense about the idea of Alastor and you... NO! You scolded yourself for even thinking about it. That cheeky shadow buzzed, it sounded like an amused snicker.

“Oh, grow up.”

You quickly went back to the bathroom and splashed some icy water in your face. After checking your face to see the last reddish hue fade into ghostly gray, you ignored the snickering shadow and were out the door.

You skipped down the stairs – god, so many stairs, this place was in dire need of an elevator – and finally landed on the ground floor. You heard the lively sound of tableware and glasses clinking, muffled chatter, laughing and arguing. These people were so loud. It reminded you of your time in the academy. Which one was it again? The sound of people, coming together, spending time in a group, bound by a shared experience. Even as mundane as dinner. You followed the sound, but stopped when you saw the winged cat-demon, eyes sloppily closed, playing with cards at the bar. Alone. You hesitated, then you walked over.

“Go away kid, bar's closed.”, he grumbled, pulling away from you and swirling a dark, brown liquid in a glas.

“I don't want a drink. You are Husk right? I didn't get to properly introduce myself.”

His gaze went a bit darker, but he didn't stop the spiral movements of the thick, slightly dirty glas.

“No need to. I've got all I need to know about you when you came in with that piece of shit.”

He took a big gulp out of the glass, his eyes wandering away into the distance. You thought for a moment. He seemed angry at you, but you couldn't for the afterlife of you figure out why. You pulled over one of the barstools and sat down, resting your arms on the sticky bar, eyeing him curiously.

“I guess you don't like my boss very much?”

Husk huffed, growling. "No shit."

“And because I chose to work for him, you don't like me very much either?”, you inquired, tilting your head a bit, softening your face into what you thought was a understanding expression.

“If you're not one of the stupid fucks like me who made the mistake of dealing with this clown – yeah. No one in their right mind would choose to be around that bastard.”

Oh. So Husk was another soul Alastor owned. You surpressed the urge to raise a brow at that. What did happen between them, you wondered silently.

“I see.”, you finally break the silence, playing with a few of the cards splayed around the bartop. “I won't reason against that, the 'not being in the right mind'. I mean, we are in hell, right, if I was right in the head I wouldn't be here? But I don't need to be like Alastor to work with him.” You made a little house of cards. Husk glanced at you, suspiciously.

“I just want to say, I hope you can get past my job and decide, whether you just don't like my position or me as a person, is all.” You stood up, placing the stool back neatly and looking at Husk, whose eyebrows twitched, unsure what to make of your statement. “Are you coming to dinner?”

“Nah, I'm covered.”, he refilled his glass and turned away. You sighed defeated and turned towards the humming voices. That would be one hard nut to crack at another time.

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The dining table almost bent under the weight of the food, glasses and elbows. Dinner was as chaotic as suspected. Alastor's jambalaya was delicious – as always – but you hardly ate anything. Or rather: You didn't get to eat. Every time you wanted to take a bite, someone at the table asked you a question you tried you best to answer. You wished for five minutes of peace to just eat and listen, talking felt straining. Alastor sat to your left, casually conversing with Charlie. Angel sat on your right, viciously trying to get you to laugh by telling dirty jokes or whispering stories of 'funny' accidents at his porn shoots in finest details into your ear.

“Okay Rocky, I'll get out the big guns. Do 'ya know what the difference is between kinky and perverted?“

You sighed and put down your spoon. Again. Angel quickly found his favourite nickname for you, 'Rocky', because of your stone cold expression. „No Angel. What is the difference?“

Angel giggled, „Kinky is when you tickle 'ya girlfriend with a feather, perverted is when 'ya use the whole fucking chicken!“

Angel laughed loud and slammed his fists on the table. You just rolled your eyes.

“Mh. At least that one was better than your gynecologist joke.”, you deadpanned, finally shoving some food in your mouth. Angel gasped theatrically, a hand outraged on his chest fluff.

“Ex-fucking-cuse me, at least I have a sense of humor. You wouldn't get a good joke if it danced around you wearing a cheap elephant thong.”

You quickly brushed your hair back to hide the twitch in your ears. That came close.

“Angel, that poor girl will fully loose her appetite if you continue to pester her with these filthy antics.”, Alastor smirked dangerously. Angel returned his grin, leaning a bit over the table, eyebrows suggestively high. And you sat chewing, in between them, trying to disappear into thin air. Great.

“Aw smiles. I never took you for the kind of man to get so protective over a pussy.”

You choked on your food, coughing quietly. Alastor and Angel both looked at you, Angel delighted to have some kind of success in getting a reaction from you, Alastor exasperated and almost accusatory.

“Sorry, I bit into a jalapeno.”, you mumbled and hid behind your napkin as you patted your mouth. Charlie looked at you, bemused. She sat opposite of you, her plate almost cleaned.

“So, (Y/n), do you like it here so far?”

You nodded, still feeling Alastor's eyes on you. Be likable. “I do, it's very... lively. Reminds me of my time in the Academy.”

Charlie smiled to you, encouragingly. “Oh, I've been dying to ask – what did you do when... well, when you were alive?”

You chewed your food slowly to buy some time. “I was a performer. I've studied musical theater at the Academy, but never made big shows after graduating.”

Charlie was over the moon, bulldozing you with a million questions at once. Vaggie glared at you, her eyes narrowed. “So, you were an actress?” You didn't need to catch on, her thinly veiled accusation of you putting on an act was heard loud and clear. And by the static that bristled on your left, Alastor heard it too. You calmly gathered the rest of your Jambalaya on your spoon, ignoring her stare.

“More or less. Acting, singing, dancing. I've always liked the combination of all elements. After graduating, I stuck mostly to sing and dance though.”

Angel snorted. “No wonder you didn't make it, toots. Do you even have another look other than 'lobotomized'?”

“Angel!”, Charlie scolded, feeling very offended for you.

“What?! Look at her. All she does is this!”, he did a poor imitation of your expressionless face. He teasingly poked your side. “Maybe she just needs a really good shag to pull that frown upside down.” You felt Alastor's static prickling slipping through your clothes and all over your skin. He was getting really agitated. Shit. Be likable. What would someone like Angel find likeable and end this conversation?

“Well, Angel, if one good shag would make anyone smile, you should look like my boss by now.“

The whole table started giggling as Angel playfully protested, even Vaggies lips twitched, though she quickly turned her head. You heard a low chuckle from your left, out of the corner of your eyes you saw Alastors smile widen and his features relaxing. A sign of approval. You felt better.

The radio demon had also finished his meal and conjured a crystal decanter and a matching glass, sipping on something that looked like whiskey. You stood up and took the chance to flee further conversation, offering Niffty to help with clearing the table and washing the dishes. One by one, the others left after saying good night. Angel winked at you as he went back to his room. He was abrasively raunchy, yes, but aside that it felt like he would be a generally a nice, funny person to be around. Charlie gave you a warm smile before retreating to bed, and even Vaggie, although still frowning at you, nodded and wished you a somewhat-friendly good nights rest. The last to go was Niffty, enthusiastically thanking you for helping her clean before she jumped out of the dining room chasing after some rouge bugs, leaving you and Alastor alone.

“I've heard you steered the wild waters today quite smoothly, my dear.”, Alastor smiled in satisfaction, toasting to you. Your tail swished nervously. “I must say I expected nothing less from you. Good girl.”

His last words made your cheeks feel instantaneously hot and you quickly turned to the kitchenette to grab a bowl. “Thank you, sir.” Get a grip, (Y/n), Angel just got you in a really weird head space. “Alastor, dear. I think you've made very good progress with the princess, but I'm even more surprised our only guest seems to take a special liking to you.”

“I think Angel just finds it's funny to try and make me blush.”, you murmured, scooping some leftover jambalaya into the bowl.

“Yes, his sense of humor can be quite... obstreperous.”, he hummed, running a long finger on the rim of his now empty glass while intensely watching you, a subtle curl on his lips. “I sincerely hope you don't plan on taking him up on his offer, dear – I know for a fact he has a rather miserable taste in potential partners.”

You almost cut your hand off with the serrated knife you held as you cut a thick slice of cornbread. That fucking tattletale of a shadow.

“I most certainly will NOT.”

“Glad to hear that, kitten.” With a swish of his hand, he vanished the remaining cluttered dishes, the decanter and the glasses, leaving the kitchen and table sparkling. The deer demon swaggered over to you – thank god your face cooled down by now, and he leaned over your shoulder, eyeing the meal in your hands. He was oddly close. And warm. “Ah, darling, I'm happy to see that my mothers recipes never fail to impress. Are you planning on having a little midnight snack?”

“That's not for me.” You left him standing, looking very impish yourself and Alastor thought he could have even seen the hint of a smile tucking on your lips. With intrigued suspicion he watched you walk through the small corridor with the meal in your hands, melting into his shadows and attaching himself on your own to follow you unseen.

The sound of your clicking heels, not much unlike your masters, echoed in the now sinister looking, empty foyer, startling Husk awake from his alcohol-induced doze. He looked up through glossy, dark eyes, grumbling something about 'fucking loud-ass shoes' but shut up when you placed the portion you had prepared in front of him on the counter.

“In case you want to give your liver some well-deserved rest. It's still warm, and the corn bread is really tasty. Good night, Husk.”

You didn't wait for his reaction, or reply. Alastor's shadow detached from yours with a giddy fizz and scurried away. When you reached the staircase, you could hear the satisfying sound of cutlery against porcelain. One step at a time.

“Listen, Vaggie, I hear you. But (Y/n) hasn't even been here a day, and she's given us no reason to be so... distrustful.” “Hon. I love that you see only the good and nice in people, I do. But I don't want that to be a weakness they can exploit.”

He listened closely, hidden in the shadows of the corridor. Such a stroke of luck, but he had always had a habit on being in the right place at the right time. This conversation was definitely not intended for his ears.

“Well I refuse to judge her before I even got to really know her. You try to look out for me, for the hotel, and that's like....great. But we need to give her the benefit of the doubt.”

“I don't have a good feeling about her, Charlie... Even if she is not a bad person per se, if that asshole is using her...” “Then we'll show her compassion and we will help her, not throw her out. Alastor may be the radio demon, but I'm not a nobody. If she is really being used, we can show her that we all be there for her and protect her. 'Killing with kindness', you know that's what I'm best at.”

“I know, I know, you are right... Just... we need to be careful.”

The room became quiet, and Alastor had no intention to linger. He heard what he needed to hear and soundlessly vanished, flowing into his shadows and into his own room.

The little exchange was indeed interesting. He wasn't surprised at all about Vaggie's apprehension of his little doll, and Charlies naive sense of benevolence in her defense. No, no, no, that was to be expected. What was out of the ordinary was the comical belief that they could turn (Y/n) against him. Ah, such simple minds they had, he thought bemused. He did good on keeping the deal with her a secret. They would've been much more hostile if they knew about the circumstances. He took off his overcoat and hung it up his coat rack. He sat down in his armchair by the fire, watching over to his conjured swamp. Fireflies illuminated the bayou in a soft green and yellow light. It never failed to calm him, looking over the shimmering water, listening to the soft rustle of the cattails. He closed his eyes and smelled the damp and musky scents. Fatigue crept into his limbs, heavier and more intense than usual. Maybe, he thought, his body could allow itself to sacrifice a part of this night for a little sleep. But his mind was as busy and restless as always, and he supposed he would have to settle for just this small moment of tranquility. A soft knock on the door pulled him back to the present. He glanced at his wall clock. It was almost midnight. He sighed and walked over to the door. Whoever it was that disturbed him now, they'd better have a good reason. He opened his room to two golden eyes, shifting in colors of the rainbow by the firelight.

“Why kitten, what brings you to my humble abode at this unholy time?”

He tilted his head, surprised to see her - She had never visited his room at night. His gaze wandered to her black satin dressing gown – Rosie insisted on gifting it to her - loosely thrown over a simple, cream-colored leisure suit. She wore her hair down as if she had already gotten ready for her night's rest. A steaming mug rested in her hands, it smelled like vanilla, honey and lavender.

“I'm sorry to intrude this late.”, she spoke softly, almost a whisper. “I came to bring you this...”

She reached into the pocket of her gown, pulling out something round and golden and familiar. His pocket watch. His eyes widened.

“I went down into the kitchen to get a glass of water and found it hidden behind the fruit bowl. I was sure it was yours, so I wanted to return it to you right away.”

His hand reached out and brushed her delicate fingers as he retrieved his possession. He hadn't even noticed it wasn't in it's usual pocket in his overcoat. He must have forgotten to put it back after he had finished cooking. He felt a bit annoyed at his own negligence. He really should get some sleep....

“It is indeed mine, and very precious to me. How very thoughtful of you, my dear.”

She just nodded, a gesture that had become so common to her. Then she held out the cup to him.

“You looked a bit weary today, so... I made a cup of hot milk for you. To sleep better.”

There were only a few times in his hellish life Alastor could recall that he had been caught off guard. This was one of them. Fortunately, one strength of his was his unfaltering smile, he was trained in keeping his impulsive emotions under control. But underneath this familiar mask he stared at the small, weak servant of his, her arm patiently streched out to him, in absolute astonishment. He carefully took the cup from her. It was piping hot. Freshly made.

“I'll leave you to rest now. Good night, Alastor.” “Sleep tight, kitten.”

And with that, she turned on her heels and quickly blended with the darkness of the corridor. He closed the door slowly when her footsteps became only an echo, and looked at the beverage in his hands. His shoulders shook, and finally, he allowed himself to laugh. His shadows swirled and purred, startled by the bellowing laughter of their master. When he sat back down by the fire, he still chuckled. He brought the cup to his lips, savoring the creamy, subtly sweet taste. Poor, poor naive princess. She would do better to prepare herself for bitter disappointment. This girl was his.

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[skzswife]

Why don't you come find out?

(Lee minho x fem reader)

⚠ warnings⚠ unprotected sex (in pt 2) reader has panic attack mean Minho Dom Minho toxic ex mentions of abuse I think that it lmk if not

Your best friend since 3rd grade decided to drag you to a party after you being in your room sulking after your boyfriend of 4 years cheated on you with the girl he told you not to worry about. This is how that went

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Gina busts through the door so hard you think it'll fly off the hinges "Get dressed noona" "for what" you say with a confused look on your face that she chuckles at "For the party we are going to so you'll stop sulking and talk to people, plus there'll be hot boyyys" she says wiggling her eyebrows "No" you deadpan pulling your covers back over your head "ughhhh girl you need to get out plus chan really misses you he hasn't seen you since Jack (your ex) and hes worried abt you" "...fine, only to make him feel better though" Gina practically tanks you out of bed by the ankles and to your closet "hmmm not this definitely not this a party not a church..AHA this will work!" She says as she pulls out a dark ruby colored mini dress with a small cutout in the chest and a slit in the thigh "oh wow didnt know we were going to a strip club." "Calm down girl its flattering and these shoes will work" she pulls out a pair of ruby red 2 inch heels "now go put these on and I'll do your makeup!" You reluctantly grab everything and get dressed she then does your makeup and you get in the car and a realization hits you "Wait!.. Chan is friends with Minho" "yeah its fine he said he probably wouldn't come anyway" " oh ok " you reply relieved you arrive and enter the building to be pulled into a bonecrushing hug by chan "Noona I missed you! I was so worried" "y-yeah chan im f-fine but I can't b-breathe" you wheeze out and he lets go quickly and you gasp for air "sorry I'm just excited to introduce you to my friends" "oh yay" you say faking excitement, Chan pulls you through a crowd to his group of friends and he starts introducing you "noona this is jisung,Felix,hyunjin,seungmin,I.N, changbin, and my other friend is missing but we'll find him later, they all excitedly shake your hand and hug you shouting his and omg you seem so cool and nice to meet yous after that you grab some water and start dancing with Gina when chan suddely grabs you and drags you over to his last friend who had just arrived and your jaw dropped it was ths one person you didn't want to see Lee Minho with that typical cocky smile "well hello kitty long time no see" you feign gagging and roll your eyes "you guys know each other?" "No chan we hate eachother." "Hate is a strong word princess" he says with fake pain on his face resulting in you walking away hoping he doesnt see your slightly red face (you hated him you really did didnt you? You wanted to but your heart betrayed you every time he was close god those perfect features made it so hard to hate him)

You spent a while dancing with Gina when you feel a hand on your shoulder and Gina gives you a look before walking away not knowing she was leaving you with someone from your past so bad you couldnt even bring yourself to tell her. You spin around and the blood drains from your face "R-rick?" The man smiles ominously "hey angel you look like you've seen a ghost whats wrong sweet cheeks?" You cant even speak and you just mutter "I- you-how-why.."

"Jeez miss me that much my sweet thing?" He chuckles as he raises a hand causing you to flinch and try to back away "Where do you think your going darling!?" He seethes as he grabs your wrist tight enough to make you since you speak in a quiet tone not wanting to cause a scene "p-please let me go I didnt do anything" "I know honey" he say as he caresses your cheek with his free hand and you try to pull away causing his grip to tighten "o-ow!" "Shut up and nothing will happen ok?" From across the room you see chan and Gina talking not realizing whats happening "I'll be quiet pmease just let me go your hurting me" "stop being dramtic unless you actually want me to hurt you y/n." He leans down to whisper something in your ear and smirks at you while letting go. You start hyperventilating and sobbing silently and start to have a panic attack and then in the blink of an eye Rick is on the floor with someone straddling him punching him relentlessly the person blurred by your tears says in between punches "when*punch* someone says * it hurts * you let * go if she says * let go * you let * go. Understood?" Rick nods desperately "y-yes I do" "good" then ths man suddenly pulls you into an embrace stroking your hair telling you its alright and you find yourself relaxing and then you realize who it is when chan comes over and yells "MINHO WHAT THE HELL YOU CANT JUST PUNCH PEOPLE UNTIL THEYRE BLEEDING FOR NO REASON!!" minho quietly replies because he doesnt want to stress you out more "no reason? Are you fucking serious right now chan? I was protecting YOUR friend from him because he was hurting her and weren't even paying attention and stop yelling right now your just going to make it worse." Chans angry expression drops immediately and he looks at you stepping toward you "did he hurt you Y/n? I'm sorry I should have paid attention to you are you okay?" As chan steps closer you look at him with red puffy eyes from crying and nuzzle farther into minhos chest "No chan im not okay. You promised me you would always be there to protect me and...you werent. Please leave me alone" "o-ok" chan replies stepping back as gina steps forward you step back behind lee know he puts an arm out signaling for her to stop but she just scoffs "dont tell me to stop shes my best friend I need to be there for her." Minho stands firm in between you and her "but you werent there for her that's my point she needed you and you werent there" you tug at his shirt signaling him to come down so you could whisper in his ear "I wanna leave" he nods and grabs your hand leading you through the crowd "We are leaving" he says as you exit and climb into his car the drive is silent but as you pull up you invite him in and he accepts you entwr your apartment and head to the couch as you sit he lays his head on your thighs blushing which makes you giggles "what's so funny L/N?" You blush at him calling you by your last name "nothing your just blushing and I thought it was cute" it takes him a bit to process and when he does it only takes a few seconds for your lips to be connected in a sloppy but passionate kiss teeth clashing but still hungry for more you climb onto his lap and start to grind earning a grunt from him that only riles you up more but he breaks the kiss "we shouldnt do this" "I dont care about the consequences I wanr you as much as I want to hate you I can't" you kiss him again this time with more lust behind it as you fumble to take your dress off breaking the kiss to do so you blush as he admires your chest as if its the most beautiful thing he's ever seen (to him it was) he stares wide eyed before he kisses you again and you melt into it tugging at his shirt desperately trying to get it off earning a chuckle from him "need help kitten?" You grumble as he breaks the kiss to take it off and now its your turn to stare 'i mean you always knew he was fit but DAMN' you think as you trace the ridges and valleys of his abs when something catches your eye.. A small scar on his stomach...

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The Proposal

Pairing: Sugardaddy Loki x female reader

Warnings: panic, anxiety, sub drop, aftercare, Loki is a good daddy, comfort. Fluffy fluff....

Summary: Loki realizes your gone and goes after you.....

Part Fourteen-

Loki cleaned himself up conjuring a green shirt and black sweatpants grabbing a small washcloth, wetting it with warm water He opened the door walking into the bedroom "how are you feeling pet?" He asked looking to the bed seeing it empty "Pet, where are you?" He called out recieving no response he rushed to the living room switching the lights on "y/n!" He called out, not seeing you he ran to the kitchen "where.." he started seeing the front door open. "No.." he whispered dropping the towel running to the door. Panic flooded him looking both ways down the empty hallway, you nowhere in site. "Shit.." he said quickly shutting your door running to the elevator, he only hoped you hadn't gotten too far.

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You ran out the front doors of the building, the cold air hitting you like a wall. You looked around frantically your thoughts racing, you needed to go somewhere. You tried to calm your mind, realization hit you as you ran towards the park. You walked past it everyday on the way to school, stopping occasionally to look at the flowers. You winced feeling the rocks dig into your feet "did I forget shoes?" You asked yourself slowing down. Coming up to the flower bed you sank to your knees hugging yourself leaning down inhaling the scent of the flowers closing your eyes trying to calm your breathing.

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The elevator opened and Loki bolted out onto the street looking around. "Y/n!" He yelled but all he heard were cars driving in the distance "where would she go?" He asked himself trying to decide which way to go. "Y/n!" He yelled again and again no response. He ran a hand through his hair "I shouldn't have left her." He said to himself feeling panic rising again fearing something may have happened to you. He thought about what was near by, more apartments, a few shops, your school and...he froze as a remembered there is a park nearby and ran as fast as he could.

He ran past the gates, trying to focus in the dark "y/n! Are you here?" He yelled out looking around when he heard rustling not for away. "Y/n?" He called out again walking towards the sound seeing a large flower bed, a figure with their back to him laying next to it. He slowly walked up "y/n?" He said quieter, hearing a small whimper he kneeled down behind you gently placing a hand on your arm feeling you shivering "y/n, we need to get you home." He said softly hearing you sniffle. "I..I'm sorry." You whispered wiping your face "you have nothing to be sorry for y/n, lets get you home." He said rubbing your arm.

"J..just leave me here." You whispered, new tears streaming down your face hugging yourself "Why would you say that?" He asked softly "i..I don't deserve what you've done for me...im...I'm nothing." You sniffled "that's not true y/n, you.." he started, deciding he needed to be honest with you "you are an incredible woman. Your smart, funny, and you...you mean a great deal to me." He said quietly seeing you slowly roll over wiping your face "b..but you said..." you started feeling his finger on your lips "I'm sorry y/n, I said those things in the moment, I did not mean them." He said cupping your cheek. "But.." you tried again. "Y/n please, let me take you home, we can talk tomorrow." He said smiling down at you. You looked into his eyes nodding as you sat up. "I...I forgot my shoes." You said sadly looking down. "I've got you darling." He said looping his arm under your legs picking you up.

You pressed your cheek to his chest listening to his heartbeat as he carried you. You closed your eyes trying to steady your breathing feeling him hold you tighter against him. "We'll get you upstairs and cleaned up ok?" He asked "y..yes sir." You breathed gripping his shirt "call me Loki darling." He said pushing the door to your building open. "O..ok...Loki." You breathed pressing further into him. He walked out of the elevator towards your door "Could you open the door darling?" He asked readjusting you in his arms. You reached out turning the knob as he pushed the door open with his foot, kicking it closed behind him.

He walked to the bathroom setting you on the counter flipping the light on. "Will you stay here for a second?" He asked gently brushing your hair back "yes s..loki." you said looking down. He closed the door locking it before walking to the tub turning in the water "would you like bubbles darling?" He asked quietly kneeling down searching the cabinet "y...yes please." You breathed fidgeting with your fingers as Loki stood with a bottle in his hands. You stared at the floor, your mind wandering when Loki stepped into view "may I touch you y/n?" He asked quietly. You nodded feeling his fingers under your chin "I need to hear it darling." He said softly "y..yes." you sighed.

He reached up, gently running his fingers along the collar you still had on he unclasped in setting it aside as he helped you undress throwing your clothes in the corner he gently lifted you into the tub kneeling down next to it. "Is the water ok?" He asked brushing your hair back "yes..thank you." You said playing with the bubbles. "May I help you?" He asked watching you "y..yeah, that would be ok." You said still not looking at him. "Close your eyes darling." He said grabbing the cup filling it with water slowly pouring it over your head. He held out his hand conjuring his shampoo bottle he pulled the cap off pouring some in his hand. You closed your eyes feeling his fingers massage your scalp, your body beginnkng to relax. "Keep your eyes closed." He said rinsing the suds from your hair.

He grabbed your sponge, squeezing your body wash onto it "do you want me to help or do you want to do it?" He asked watching you. You looked up finally meeting his eyes, there was something soft in them "umm...i...you...please." You said looking at him seeing him smile. He gently lifted your arm running the sponge across your skin. You watched his tongue poke out past his lips in concentration as he took care of you. "I..I'm sorry." You whisped feeling your eyes burn again. He instantly stopped looking at you "i..im sorry I left...i.." you breathed feeling a tear roll down your cheek. "Shh, it's ok darling." He said gently wiping your cheek with his thumb "I shouldn't have left you alone, I'm so sorry y/n." He said cupping your cheek.

He finished cleaning you up pulling the drain on the tub he stood grabbing the towel from the rack he helped you up wrapping it around you "can you walk darling?" He asked "y..yes." you said stepping out of the tub he wrapped an arm around you shoulder steadying you "ok, you sit down and I will grab you some clothes." He said opening the bathroom door. You walked over sitting on the edge of the bed, looking over seeing the cuffs from earlier a shiver ran down your spine. Loki walked over following your gaze quickly vanishing the cuffs as he laid your clothes down. "are you hungry?" He asked kneeling down rolling fuzzy socks over your feet. "No, just tired." You yawned raising your arms as he helped with your shirt. "I think you should eat something, you sit back I'll be right back." He said pulling the blankets back.

Loki walked to the kitchen making you a sandwich grabbing a glass of water, setting them on the table he locked the front door, enchanting it so it wouldn't open before returning to the bedroom seeing you sitting against the headboard "here darling, try to eat please." He said handing you the plate setting the water on the nightstand. "Thank you si..Loki." you said smiling. "Your welcome, and make sure you drink that." He said pointing at the water. He got up grabbing his pants pulling his phone out you watched him text someone before walking to the other side of the bed pulling the blankets back sitting next to you. You finished your sandwich and water fidgeting with your hands.

"Is it alright if i stay tonight?" He asked making you look at him "but I thought..." you started staring at him "normally yes, I would go back to the tower but.." he trailed off fidgeting with the blanket "yes..I'd like you to stay." You rushed out seeing him smile. "Turn the light off and come here." He said scooting down. You reached over turning off the lamp scooting down as Loki looped his arm around your back pulling you to him, resting your head on his chest. "Get some rest, we'll talk tomorrow." He said rubbing your arm. "Ok.." you whispered closing your eyes. "Goodnight y/n." He said aqueezing your arm "Goodnight Loki." You whispered wrapping your arm around his middle. You drifted off to sleep feeling his fingers ghost up and down your arm....

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[iamthecomet]

Prompt from my smooth brain

Cumulus/mountain baking? Baking ✨special✨ snacks, if you will.

I dunno, just the thought of these two doing something they enjoy together makes my heart churn.

Maybe they'll get distracted and some things will happen on the counter, I guess we'll have to find out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It's only fitting that my last ficlet for Mountain March should be Mountain taking care of his girl.

Sweet, and filthy, and longer than I expected, all under the cut.

They probably should have waited until after they finished the cookies to get high. It's too late now. But Mountain watches Cumulus add twice as much butter as they usually do and he knows the cookies are going to be way too strong.

Strong enough that Dew and Rain are going to be useless for days because of this. He knows they should have waited to get high when instead of stopping her, he smiles, and adds a little more.

She giggles and leans into him as she hits the lever on the mixer. She smells like lilacs and pot. Mountain buries his nose in her brilliant curls and inhales.

This is a Sunday afternoon tradition. While everyone else is off playing video games, or strip poker. Mountain and Cumulus hole up in the empty kitchen and bake.

Mountain never really thought about baking until Cumulus was summoned. He and Aether did all the cooking that wasn't covered by the main Abbey kitchens. So when Cumulus and Cirrus showed up Mountain was more than happy to invite them into the kitchen, to share the load. Cumulus didn't take to cooking the same way Cirrus did, but baking was a different story.

Mountain had come down here in the middle of the night for a snack once and found her pouring over an old cookbook. There was brownie batter all over the granite countertops, on her fingers, in her hair. She looked up at him with those wide silver eyes and asked him if he wanted to help.

She makes a small noise. It makes Mountain's stomach clench.

It wasn't like he could say no.

There's something calming about it. Meditative in measurements and no allowance for guess work. He likes the routine of it. If he follows the directions the same way, every time, he will get the same cookies. It's soothing.

Cumulus reaches forward and turns off the mixer before the batter overmixes. They work together spooning the batter onto baking sheets.

They don't talk much when they do this, working in an easy companionable silence. They don't need to talk. It's a rare luxury. Cumulus puts the baking sheets in the oven and turns back to Mountain.

He leans back against the island and watches her. She's wearing a t-shirt that's too big for her, Aether's no doubt. And a pair of shorts that hug her thighs in a way that makes Mountain's mouth go dry.

She holds his eyes and licks one of her batter coated fingers into her mouth.

Mountain's breath hitches in his throat. He pushes away from the island and catches her wrist in his hand, pulling her finger from her mouth and bringing her hand up to his. He sucks two of her fingers into his mouth, splitting them with his tongue. Dragging over every inch in search of any remnants of batter.

He noses along the damp fabric between her legs. Running his tongue along it to taste where she's already soaking through the spandex.

"You've got eight minutes," Cumulus whispers, laughter edging her voice.

Mountain peers down at her. He drags her fingers from his mouth, lips curling up. Answering her would be a waste of time. Instead, he grabs her by the hips. He lifts her with ease and sits her on the counter. He sinks to his knees between her spread thighs, sliding his hands up to rest on either side of her lower back. He drags her right to the edge of the counter and nuzzles his cheek into one of her thighs.

She hooks both of her legs over his shoulders, calves crossing behind his head as she pulls him in.

She grabs hard onto one of his horns and shifts his head just a little, the new angle makes her whine, long and loud. Before long her thighs clamp down even tighter around him. She pulls him in, holding his face against her cunt as she cums. He works her through it with kitten licks to her clit and lips, licking her clean as she regains her breathing.

He pulls back enough to glance up at her. "You wanna help me out?"

She licks her lips, then one of her hands slinks down and grabs the crotch of her shorts and slides it to the side. Exposing her slick folds to his watering mouth.

He growls low in his throat, then surges forward. He licks a broad stripe up the length of her cunt. Gathering the salty musk of her on his tongue, bumping his nose against her clit as he sucks her lips into his mouth. She mewls. Her free hand coming down to tighten in his hair.

He shifts his hold on her, wrapping one long arm all the way around her back to hold her up so he can bring the other down and tease two fingers at her entrance.

He sinks two of them in just as he sucks her clit into his mouth, raging his tongue over the head of it as she knees. Her heels dig into his spine.

He presses up with his fingers, petting softly against the spot that makes her shake and clench around his fingers. He feels a rush of slick drip down his knuckles into his palm.

He seels his mouth firmly over her clit and laps at it, long luxurious strokes of his tongue. Her hand tightens in his hair. He's lost in the feel of her, the bright taste of her on his tongue. He closes his eyes, enjoys the way she grinds her hips against him, putting him where she needs him.

She flutters around his fingers, clenching rhythmically as he drives her closer and closer. He knows the clock is ticking. Knows the second the timer on her phone goes off he's going to have to stop or the cookies will burn.

He redoubles his efforts, adding pressure with his tongue, the fingers inside of her moving a little harsher. Her thighs clench around his ears, trembling around him.

Her legs loosen and Mountain stands as she rights her shorts. She hops off the counter with a grin. Dragging her fingers over the tent in his sweatpants as she does. He hisses, nostrils flaring as she walks past him to look at her phone.

"A minute and a half to spare," she says, showing him the timer. "impressive."

Mountain grins at her, wicked and wanting. "Next batch I'll do it in five."

[kookie-doughs]

Again And Again

Portgas D Ace X Reader

-Amatsuki Y/N decided to stay in the future without her sister upon meeting a friend’s son.

Chapter 2: I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

You had yet to ask about what had happened in the 20 years of your absence. In Wano, you couldn't even ask about Kozukis, they had warned you not to talk about them.

You were already attached to the captain of Spades Pirates the moment you met him. It took you a while for them to agree letting you join them though.

But boy were they glad you did. Although Ace is the captain, they knew you were, well the ace of the crew. It was no contest, you were the strongest in the crew. Training with Oden, Roger and Edward tends to make you powerful after all.

Every battle was swept through with you and Ace around. I mean who would match your strength? It didn't seem like Edward was alive any longer, and Roger, well he's gone.

The crew had tried asking you about what you know as you seem ignorant about what had happened, which you are. They were going to blame the fact you were from Wano, but you were also ignorant about the events there.

You didn't tell them about your ability. You didn't ask anything either. You wanted to go into the world blindly. The thrill of finding out about this world.

Your stay with your new crew had lasted for months, you've lost count after 4 months had passed. The crew grew to love you.

You were closest to Ace and Banshee, the only female in the crew aside from you.

"Y/N, can you wake up Ace?" Deuce asks while they prepare to land on the island.

Knocking on your captain's room to no answer you gave yourself permission to get in.

"Hey, Captain~" You cooed poking at your sleeping captain's cheek.

He smile in his sleep and hums.

"Wake up." You shake him.

When he refused to wake up, you think back to how Rayleigh woke his captain up.

Enveloping you hand in haki, you hit his head.

"GRANDPA!!??" He cried out as he woke up.

You smirked, "Do I look like your grandpa?"

His cheeks flushed and glared. "DEUCE SHE'S EVIL AS YOUR CAPTAIN I DEMAND YOU DON'T GIVE HER SNACKS!!!"

Rolling your eyes you started dragging him out of his room, "I never get to eat them either way you hog. C'mon we're about to land."

He regains composure and calms down hearingyour report. He removes your grip on him and walks ahead, with a serious tone and look.

When the ship docks the crew jumped off and you stayed in the ship.

"This place seem boring... Why would you guys come here." You pout.

"Someone we've been hunting is here." Deuce tells you.

"Well, you guys can handle yourselves. I'm staying here. That place doesn't even have a village."

"What if we need you?" Skull asks.

"Captain~ are you going to need me?" You grinned at him, "Can you handle things without me~? Do you need your knight in shuning armor~?"

His face turns red, "I can handle things! We don't need you!!" And he storms off ahead.

Deuce sighed, "You didn't have to tease him. We'll just call when we need you. Everyone let's go!"

And they all follow their captain while you stayed behind.

~

Your sleep was interrupted by screams for your name.

"Y/N!!!!" It was a frantic scream from Deuce.

You immediately run out of your room and check, "What?"

You notice someone missing in the group.

Your captain.

"Ace he-!"

Before they catch you up on what happened, you run to the direction they went off earlier holding on your sword. Looking around to find anything that might help you locate him.

Then you felt a powerful surge of haki in a direction. Your heart fell, thinking of the danger Ace is in. That amount of haki was overwhelming and you fear what it might've done to him.

When you got to the fight there was a wall of fire.

"Hey pops they're back..." You heard some yell.

They're-?

You look behind you and you see the crew behind you baring weapons.

"Let's grab Ace and run!" Deuce instructs.

You paid no mind to him though. All you saw was Ace on the ground struggling to get back up.

Exuding your haki you rush to Ace. Some of the enemy crew dropping from the power of your haki. As the foe was about to attack Ace you jump in the way. You swiftly pulled your sword out and covered it with haki.

The exchange of blow was intense, with the strike sending ripples of power through the surrounding waters. Your agility and movements impressed the man, who recognized your prowess as a worthy opponent.

Everyone was surprised at your arrival and counter. No one was expecting someone to block an attack.

The enemy crew watched in awe as their captain fought you, their expressions a mix of excitement and concern. Your crew members, too, felt a surge of pride, witnessing you hold your own against one of the strongest pirates in the world. Some who collected themselves sooner and worried for their captain snuck around and grabbed Ace, who was behind you.

"Y/N! Let's go! We can't handle him!" Deuce says as they carry Ace on their shoulder.

"Y/N?" Someone from the enemy's crew repeat.

But all you saw was red. You were angry at the man against you for what he's done to him.

As the battle raged on, it became evident that your quick reflexes and adaptability were proving to be a challenge for him. He could feel the strength and determination emanating from you, an opponent who refused to back down.

The foe was powerful. Much powerful than anyone you've faced in this time. It reminds you of the travels with your brother.

You pushed your body and mind to their limits, drawing on your experiences. Every strike was calculated, every move executed with precision and purpose.

Yet, despite your resilience, your foe's overwhelming power began to take its toll. Your energy waned as the battle progressed, and the weight of facing a living legend bore down upon them.

Your crew could sense it. Ace tried getting away from the hold of his crew. This battle was his fault. How could he let you sacrifice yourself for some stupid problem of his.

The clash lasted for what felt like an eternity, but eventually, exhaustion began to take its toll. With a final clash of blades, you stepped back, your breathing heavy.

"Y/N!" He choked out.

You brought yourself back. Your exhaustion was now something you felt. You turned to look at your captain, he was beaten but he was alive being treated by Deuce.

"Ace, are you okay?" You pant.

"He is!" Deuce says.

You smile and fell on your knees. "I'm so fucking tired. I'm donee!"

Your foe laughed, "You are strong."

"Yet I lost." You catch your breath and walk to Ace.

But your path was blocked.

Your crew froze as you were now surrounded by some of the enemy crew.

Ace pushed Deuce away and staggeringly ran to you. But they all stopped and stared in shock when one of the enemy wrapped their arms around you.

"Y/N-sama!"

"Izo????"

Your heart pounded with disbelief as they saw familiar faces among the enemy Pirates—the friends you had thought lost to the currents of time. Among the crew stood Vista, Rakuyo and Jozu, trusted comrades who you had shared both joy and hardship.

You looked at the man you were just fighting. There by Edward's side was Marco, who had been your closest confidante.

"Edward!!!" You hollered as you ran to him.

Your crew and some of the enemy crew who never got the chance to meet you looked at the reunion in confusion.

"Marco go treat my captain. I have got a lot of catching up to do with this big man." You grinned.

Marco came over to your crew, "You guys should join us to our ship. Y/N is gonna take a while. We can treat your captain there. We're probably gonna end up with a banquet too." He laughed

They looked at Marco in a mixture of reluctance and confusion. Then to you who was walking to the enemy ship with the man you had just fought.

It wasn't like Ace could leave you. He nods at Deuce signaling they follow him.

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The Umbrella Academy: Firecracker - Number Five (5/30)

Umbrella Academy Masterlist

warnings: substances (drugs and mentioning of alcohol), mentioned death

word count: 3480

"When's it supposed to happen? This... apocalypse", Luther asked after Five had explained to him and Nailah everything about the apocalypse. Nailah was sitting on one of Diego's uncomfortable chairs anxiously chewing on her nails.

"I can't give you the exact hour, but from what I. could gather we have about four days left.", Five announced and both Nailah and Lither exhaled sharply. 

"Why didn't you say something sooner?", Nailah asked running a hand through he messy curls.

"It wouldn't have mattered.", Five dismissed the question.

"Of course it would. We could've banded together and tried to stop this thing.", Luther raised his voice. Five sighed heavily looking down: "For the record, you already tried."

"What do you mean?"

"I found all of you. Your bodies.", Five admitted silently.

"We die?", Luther asked disturbed.

"Horribly."  Luther looked at Nailah who was staring at Five in shock.

"You were together. Trying to stop whatever it was that ends the world.", Five continued.

"Wait, how do you know that?", Luther asked putting a hand on Nailah shoulder, ripping her out of her trance.

Five pulled out the glass eye from his pocket: "This was clutched in your dead hand when I found you. Must've ripped it out off their head right before you went down."

"Whose head?"

"Like I said, I don't know."

"Wait, there's a serial number on the back. Think maybe you could try...", Luther suggested.

"No, that's a dead end. The company was burned down. It's just another hunk of glass."

At this moment Diego burst through the door aggressively approaching Five. "Piece of shit. Do you have any idea what you just did?", he screamed at Five and would have hit him right in the head if it wasn't for Luther who caught him and lifted him off the ground.

"Get your ape hands off me!", Diego grunted struggling to get back to the floor. "I can do this as long as it takes you to calm down.", Luther announced and Diego let himself hang limply in Luther's grip.

"Wanna tell. us what you're talking about?", Nailah asked.

"Our brother's been pretty busy since he got back. He was in the middle of that shootout at Griddy's, and then Bible brothers after. the guys in masks attacked the academy, looking for him. And I assume you were not far away.", Diego directed the last part at Nailah who raised her hands defensively.

"None of which is your concern. And leave her out of it.", Five snapped back.

"It is now. They've just killed my friend.", Diego spat at him.

"Who are they, Five?", Luther asked.

"They work for my former employer. A woman called The Handler. She sent them to stop me. Then, soon as Diego's friend got in the way, well fair game.", Five gave in. 

"And now they're my fair game. And I'm gonna see to it they pay.", Diego hissed

"That would be a mistake, Diego. They've killed people far more dangerous than you."

"Yeah, we'll see about that." , Diego slammed the door and Luther quickly followed him to stop him.

Five got up from the bed and began roaming the kitchen in the search for something edible. "How come you're not back in the pod?", he asked Nailah.

"Needs to recharge. And it takes a lot longer when I'm woken by emergency.", she explained 

Five hummed:"Did you mean what you said yesterday?"

"What exactly do you mean?"

"About aging me up."

"I said that?"

"Come on, Nai. We both know you're never drunk enough to lose memory.", Five was getting visibly annoyed. 

"You've been gone an awfully long time. You might not know me as well as you think you do.", Nailah hissed at him rising from the chair. She was taller than Five and rather pissed. Nailah hated when people pretended they knew her. Her eyes send an ominous glow. 

"Fine. I guess that is a lost hope then, too. Nice to see you've got your powers back, by the way.", Five went back to. searching the kitchen.

Nailah sighed. As much as she hated Five she love a challenge: "Fine. I'll se what I can do."

​​​​​​​"Great. Thanks."

Luther came back and began questioning Five about how he met the Handler and Five told him and Nailah everything. Staring from him having to search for food for years until one day The Handler appeared offering him a position at the Commission.

 

Walking back to her apartment Nailah passed a popular breakfast stop. She contemplated getting some food but right before she could enter she spotted Vanya sitting next to a pretty handsome guy. They were laughing and clearly flirting with each other. Interesting. 

Nailah decided to get some necessary stuff from the supermarket and when she finally arrived at her apartment she craved going back into the pod and surrender to the eternal blissful nothingness of sleep. Instead she just stuffed her face with cinnamon buns and made some tea. Then she gathered all of her notebooks she had taken from the house as well as those that were safely stored in her lab and sat down on the floor. She sighed heavily asking herself why on earth she agreed to modify her pod to help Five. Biting into the sweet bread she took a pen and started adjusting the equations and parameters to fit the needed model.

Five walked up the stairs. An anxious feeling was spreading through his stomach and he hated it. He knew perfectly well where this was coming from. One, he put himself under pressure to save the world. Two, he had hope that Nailah could speed up his aging process so he could go back to his old self. Passing. Klaus' room he sighed heavily to which he heard Klaus' muffled groaning. Peeking into the room Five spotted his brother frantically scratching his whole body. Upon further inspection Five even spotted some new tattoos. Slowly he stood in the doorway. "You okay?", he asked knocking.

​​​​​​​"Yeah, I just... long night.", Klaus brushed it off to which Five hummed sceptically. 

"More than one from the looks of it. ​​​​​​​Don't remember the dog tags.", Five said.

​​​​​​​"Yeah, they belonged to a friend."

"How about that new tattoo?"

​​​​​​​"You know, I don't totally remember getting it. As I said. A long night.", Klaus tried to wave Five off. Five only grinned widely knowing exactly what was going on.

"You did it, didn't you?", he stated more than asked.

"What are you talking about?", Klaus asked putting on some barely wearable converse.

​​​​​​​"You know, I can recognise the symptoms, Klaus."

"Symptoms of what?"

"The jet lag. Full body itch. The headache that feels like someone shoved a box of cotton up your nose and through your brain. You gonna tell me about it?"

Klaus looked up with slight anger in his tired eyes: ​​​​​​​"Your pals, when they. broke into the house and couldn't find you, they took me hostage instead."

​​​​​​​"And in return you stole their briefcase."

"Yeah. I thought there was money in it. Or. I could pawn it or whatever. And then I opened it...", Klaus' gaze turned empty and horrified. It was clear he had lived through something whenever he had gone.

Five didn't seem to care: "And the next thing you knew you were where? Or should I ask when? How long were you gone?"

"Almost a year."

"A year? Do you know what this means?"

"Yeah. I'm ten months older than you all now."

"No, this isn't some joke, Klaus. Hazel and Cha-Cha will do anything they can to get the briefcase. Where is it now?"

"Gone. I destroyed it. Poof.", Klaus mimicked an explosion with his hand.

"What the hell were you thinking? I needed it you moron so I could get back!", Five screamed in anger. 

Klaus. just shook his head in tired disappointment and swiftly left the room. Five scoffed angrily but grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and began writing a note to Cha-Cha and Hazel.

Allison rushed along the street to Nailah's apartment. Or at least the last address she knew Nailah had lived under. She scanned the names next to the doorbells of the building. 5th floor. Apartment 5c. N. Hargreeves. Allison pressed the doorbell and after a few seconds she heard a low buzz allowing her to enter. She took the elevator up and knocked on Nailah's apartment door. The door opened and she was greeted by Nailah with her hair in the messiest formation ever in sweats and a hoodie and very tired eyes. Nailah took off her black headphones and scanned Allison unimpressed.

"Oh, it's you. Thought it was my pizza.", she said clearly disappointed. 

​​​​​​​"Hey. Can I come in?", Allison asked. Nailah shrugged and let her into the apartments stepping away from the door. Allison entered a wasteland of open books, notebooks, pens, calculations and Nailah's shabby laptop whirring loudly clearly overloaded.

"Is there anything specific you need or have you just come to criticise my apartment?", Nailah said pouring Allison a glass of water.

"Yes, it's about Vanya.", Allison took the glass with a small smile. 

"Oh? It wouldn't have anything to do with that date she was on this morning?", Nailah asked.

"How do you know about that?", Allison asked surprised and Nailah just shrugged.

"Yes. I'm worried. He does not seem like a genuine person.", Allison admitted.

"So you've met him."

"Not on purpose. I've met him once when I went to get Vanya for the meeting about mom. And then again when I ran by Vanya's apartment to apologise after the attack. He was there. It was really suspicious.", Allison explained.

"So you don't trust him?"

Allison sighed: ​​​​​​​"I don't know. He's just... weird. I have a bad feeling about him."

"Alright. So what are we doing about it?", Nailah asked.

"You're gonna help me? Just like that?"

​​​​​​​"Yeah, of course. Vanya's my sister too. Besides, I really need a distraction. Those equations are killing me.", Nailah said exchanging the sweats for black cargo pants.

"What are you planning on doing?", Nailah asked taking off the hoodie and replacing it with a brown flannel to throw over the brown crop top she had on which allowed her wound to heal better without the unnecessary constraint of clothing.

​​​​​​​"I thought library. We can do some research on him. His name is Leonard Peabody.", Allison said grabbing Nailah's jacket.

"Sounds great.", Nailah approved tying black converse to her feet.

The sisters left the apartment. "What are you trying to figure out anyways?", Allison asked referring to Nailah's work.

"I'm going to modify my pod to age Five up."

"Really? You think it's gonna work?"

Nailah sighed:"I honestly don't know. It should, at least in theory. The biological limits of the human body are respected for this but the equations are not making any sense. I must've done a mistake this morning or it's damaging on a molecular level."

Upon seeing Allison's confused face she giggled and quickly Allison joined.

​​​​​​​"Last time you were this quiet was when we were twelve. Ran down the stairs in Grace's heels, tripped over and broke your jaw. How long was it wired shut again?", Diego commented on Klaus' silence next to him.

"8 weeks.", Klaus sighed.

"8 glorious weeks of bliss."

"Hey, just drop me off here.", Klaus asked when they passed a veterans bar. Diego gave Klaus a weird look but listened and as soon as Klaus disappeared in the bar Diego contemplated everything that could go wrong. Of course there were way too many possibilities that countable and Diego promptly decided it would be better if he followed Klaus.

He entered the bar and spotted Klaus in front of the board with pictures, clearly crying. Diego placed a hand on Klaus' shoulder.

​​​​​​​"Go away, please.", Klaus mumbled. "Not until you talk to me."

"You threatening me?"

"Hey, guys. This bar? It's for vets only.", an old guy said, clearly displeased with Klaus crying in front of the fallen.

"I am a vet.", Klaus announced not looking away from the picture of young soldiers. The guy only laughed at him.

​​​​​​​"You've got balls coming in here, pretending like you're one of us.", the buy spat at them.

​​​​​​​"Oh, I have every right to be here, just like you. Asshole.", Klaus said with anger in his voice turning around. The guy made a step forward, ready to beat Klaus up but Diego stepped in front of him: "Whoa. Hey, slow down, Marine. All right? My brother's just had a few too many. Let's just call it a day, go our own way."

The guy seemingly agreed but suddenly demanded and apology from Klaus who, being Klaus, turned it into a massive insult which ensued a fight. Klaus and Diego quickly finished it off and returned to the car. 

"You got a big mouth, you know that?", Diego asked chuckling with Klaus back in the car.

​​​​​​​"Oh, wow. What a truly shocking revelation, Diego.", Klaus responded fumbling with a small plastic bag with pills.

"Everything's just a big joke to you, right? Would you stop it? Why are you putting this shit in your body? This is weakness.", Diego knocked the pills out of Klaus' hand.

"Well, weakness feels so good.", Klaus said pulling another packet of pills from his coat. Diego hit him in the back of his head, knocking the pills away again. "What's going' on with you?"

"Don't hit me, asshole!"

​​​​​​​"Don't tell me everything is alright because I saw you in there. You were crying like a baby!", Diego shouted at his brother.

​​​​​​​"Because I lost someone!", Klaus screamed.

"I lost someone. The only... The only person I've ever truly loved more than myself. Cheers.", Klaus admitted and popped a pill into his mouth.

"Well, you're luckier than most. When you lose someone... at least you can... see them whenever you want.", Diego said with an empty expression in his eyes.

Right then, Diego spotted something in the car mirror. "That's our man.", he said.

​​​​​​​"Hey, I know that guy. He and a really angry lady tortured me. I barely got out with my life.", Klaus said.

Diego send him a side glance seeing a glimpse of what Klaus must have gone through in the last day. He then started the car and followed Hazel's light blue car up until they arrived at a shabby motel.

Allison knocked at Vanya's door. The beautiful music stopped immediately and the door opened.

"Oh, hey.", Vanya said surprised.

"Hey, can I come in?", Allison asked and Vanya stepped aside. ​​​​​​​"Sorry, I really need to rehearse."

​​​​​​​"Look, I know you're not gonna want to hear this, but I was just in the library looking up Leonard. And...", Allison said closing the door.

"What? Why would you do that?", Vanya interrupted.

"Vanya, there are records of literally everything. I mean, you look me up, there are miles..."

"You're one of the most famous people in the world.", Vanya commented still clearly upset.

"Okay. Bad example. You look up Nailah and there is still miles of information on her.", Allison tried again and Vanya scoffed.

​​​​​​​"My point is, there should be some kind of record of him, but all I could find is a photo and his name in the phone book. It's like he didn't exist..."

"You are unbelievable.", Vanya said shaking her head. "You're trying to dig up dirt on a guy I like. Who does that?"

​​​​​​​"Look, I've had my fair share of stalkers and creeps. I don't trust him.", Allison countered.

"You mean you don't trust me.", Vanya began packing up her violin.

"What? No. That's not...", Allison began but was cut off again:​​​​​​​ "This is not about you. And for the first time someone thinks I'm special."

Allison sighed:"I'm just worried about you."

"Well, you're not my mother. Worry about your own daughter."

"That's not fair.", Allison's voice sounded weak.

"I want you to leave.", Vanya announced.

Allison sighed heavily but listened and closed the door silently behind her. She walked down the stairs and found Nailah just as. she had left her sitting on the curb, playing with a pocket knife.

"Went that well, huh?", Nailah commented as both started to walk towards the suburban part of the city. Allison only sighed not looking at her sister.

​​​​​​​"So. Plan B I take it?", Nailah asked.

"Plan B it is.", Allison confirmed. ​​​​​​​"And just for the record, I'm not enjoying this.", she assured.

Nailah just shrugged next to her: "I am. It's the most excitement I've had since I got woken up."

"Really? Getting nearly murdered was not exciting for you?"

Nailah shrugged again:"That's different. That's physically exciting. And draining actually. Stalking, breaking and entering is mentally exciting."

"You are so weird.", Allison shook her head in disbelief.

"Yeah, I love you too."

Nailah and Allison arrived at Leonard's house not soon after. They claimed inside through an unlocked window and began searching the house.

"Seems pretty normal to me.", Nailah said scanning the kitchentable with opened and unopened letters.

​​​​​​​"I know. I doesn't make sense."

"Or we're just way too paranoid and he's actually harmless like Vanya says."

"How do you explain the missing records then?"

​​​​​​​"I don't know. Maybe he's just a really private person or something.", Nailah shrugged.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm guessing just as much as you are.", Nailah raised her hands in defeat.

The sisters went up the stairs where they split up.

"Nailah!", Allison called from the corridor rushing her to come out of the bedroom.

"I think I've found something.", Allison motioned at the ceiling.

Right as Nailah was about to join Allison she heard a car pull up to the driveway.

"Shit.", she cursed.

"Allison! We need to get out of here! He's back.", Nailah whisper-shouted and worry was immediately painted on Allison's face.

They slowly walked down the stairs careful to not make a sound. They heard the door open and keys jangle. Allison stepped into. a corridor that provided a view from the kitchen but got immediately pulled back by Nailah who motioned at Leonard taking off his coat in the kitchen.

Seeing a backdoor Nailah motioned to Allison to try to open it. In the meantime Nailah balled her hands into fits and concentrated her thoughts on the little rest of heat the fireplace still had from the night before. She called for the warmth, commanded it to spread, to form a gush of wind that would distract Leonard.

The heat was hesitant at first and only when Nailah increased her concentration it began to move. Slowly, very slowly it jumped up, forming a see-through cloud of warmth that slowly danced towards Leonard. As soon as it reached him, it tickled his neck and then completely swooped over his head causing him to look into the direction of the fireplace with a worried expression. 

As soon as he was out of sight Nailah let go of the heat and let Allison pull her out of  the house. 

"What did you do?  How did you get him to leave the room?", Allison asked as soon as they far enough.

"I got the rest of the fire from the day before to form a temperature blanket and send it his way. He was probably worried the fireplace was still lit.", Nailah said.

Vanya had played without her medication. Vanya felt absolutely glorious. Vanya had kissed Leonard. Vanya had loved  it.

What Vanya hadn't realised is that energy had oozed from her body when she did that. That energy was now set free, wondering around the city.

It played with Luther's shoe laces.

It disturbed Diego's knife collection.

It messed up Allison's perfect blonde curls in her sleep.

It ripped a few of Klaus' drawings from the walls of his room.

It ruffled Dolores' blouse next to Five.

It messed up Nailah's notes that were scattered all over the floor.

I caressed Vanya's bare shoulders, wondering why it had been set free. 

-> Umbrella Academy Masterlist

[imagine-silk]

I love your writing! You capture the fo4 companions personalities perfectly <3

Companions react to a sole who had a confident and chipper view when it came to taking on the commonwealth finally breaking down after visiting the institute?

I love this ask! I've been writing an outline for this but it's very long, so I've decided to hit the key parts. Otherwise I would never get this done.

[When you left the vault you were lost in a world you didn't know. But you took it in strides. You went through the commonwealth taking everything on the chin because it would all be worth it to see your baby boy again. You left the teleporter with a smile but when you returned your smile was different, like you face was would break with a single push. You dismissed yourself to go home and your companion followed to check on you.]

Hancock

He knew something was wrong, that something had changed, so when you broke down it didn't surprise him. Pulled you to the floor and held you as you cried and soothed you to sleep. He held you for the entire night. Doesn't offer you chems, as much as it was something he turned to in times of stress, he saw himself as a cautionary tale. "It's okay Sunshine, let it out."

Cait

As much as she generally condones violence, she was at a lost when you were destroying your own stuff. She gets you to stop by grabbing your face and asking what's wrong. You don't answer and just hug her. And after you've been there for her, she's there for you. She tells you it's okay because you'll move forward together. "Whatever happened, we'll fix it yeah? That's what you do."

Preston

He heard you were back but you didn't go see him so he went to you. He wasn't expecting you to be on the verge of a panic-attack. Tried to get you grounded but his presence freaked you out and pushed you over the edge. Got you to calm down and stayed in silence for a while. You broke and told him what happened, and he dutifully listened. "I can't imagine what you must feel like, but I can help you. Whatever you need, I will get. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do. You are not alone."

Dogmeat

He finds you crying on your bed and gets to work. Pushes himself in you arm and licks the tears away. He makes sure you're okay then leaves and drags back a blanket.

Deacon

He's been with you since you left the vault and was amazed by your chipper nature. But he knows there was no way you would be okay. So he stood in the hall as you cried in Shaun's room. He didn't go in, he couldn't bring himself to. He left purified water and fancy-lads on the table and left. When he next saw you he didn't mention it. "Hey [Sole], what's up?"

MacCready

He felt for you. The scenario of doing anything for Duncan was very real to him. So the thought of doing everything and more to have it all be for nothing, less than nothing, disturbed him. Suddenly, the man who always have something to say about things pulled you into a hug silently.

Piper

To her it felt very personal, especially because she was with you for most of the search. The mission you were on to solve the mystery of the Commonwealth was at it's end, and the punchline wasn't funny. You find out your promise land was corrupted, Excalibur was a lie. She turned to you for answers but you were in a state she had never seen before. So she does what she knows, she asks you questions and gets you talking about your life in a good way. "Nora/Nate did that? Did they get away with it?"

Nick

He wouldn't be a very good detective if he couldn't see something had changed, something that disturbed you. But you tried to leave it, when he asked what happened you said nothing and continued with a smile. But at some point you can't take it and freak out, almost like a dam broke. He lead you away to the safety of home and you just wailed to the heavens. You asked Nick why everything went wrong, why your son, what were you supposed to do? He held you close and answered the best he could. "It's okay doll/pal. We'll find out, I promise."

Curie

She didn't know how precisely you were, not okay obviously but she didn't know how to approach you until you had a panic attack. So she quickly sat you on the ground and asked you to breathe. It was a struggle but she wasn't going anywhere. When you started trying to talk she told you it's okay. She held your palms open and rubbed circles into them. "It is alright to feel overwhelmed. Just keep breathing deep, we can talk about it after."

Bonus

X6-88

You tried to make the most of your son being alive so you helped him the best you could without compromising your moral code, this included gaining X6's respect and subtly coaxing him to be a person. So when he died and you took his place, you immediately forced their hand and united them with the Railroad. He didn't understand it but didn't go against you. You then forced the Brotherhood to stand down with the combined force. With his new found person-hood he stayed by your side as you stayed by his. So when the treaties were all done you allowed yourself to let go. As you cried X6 walked up to you and asked what was wrong, and you could only say you didn't know if this was a good ending. He put his hand on your shoulder and told you, you did a good thing even if you didn't get everything you wanted. "You single-handedly brought the Commonwealth to it's knees. No one will fault you for not getting everything done right. Those who do have done nothing to compare. I will stand by you, sir/ma'am"

[skiyoosmi]

post-break up heartaches

verse 1. in the car that used to drive us to our home

⤷ kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru — more characters coming soon

⤷ verse 2 | verse 3

⤷ play. never let me go by ghostly kisses, forget about us by clinton kane

commissions: open

⇢ KUROO sighs for the umpteenth time of the day. he was so fucking exhausted and his body's about to give in to sleep any moment now. work has been beating his ass; there was this newbie who kept on messing up the documents needed by the board and for the whole day, he had to be the one to fix said issues. it's not like he wasn't paid enough for that; if anything, his paycheck was one of the most beautiful things he laid his eyes on— but god, even his body has its own limits and yet...

"ya.... yer not supposed to do this anymore. y-ya left me, remember?" you slurred, index finger pointing right at his chest as he circled his arms around your waist, huffing as you practically dropped all your weight on him. here he was, suddenly given the task of having to take you home after your supposed-to-be designated driver, miya fucking atsumu, also drank his brains out with you.

"be patient. still heartbroken because of you, y'know?" kenma softly tells him despite the tipsy feeling lurking in the back of his mind, shaking his head as he looked at you, whose system finally shut down and were now dozing off in the black haired man's arms.

"..... still?" he mumbles, looking down at your figure and he feels his heart contract with pain all over again.

"you can't expect her to be fine immediately, kuroo. it was your wedding day, supposed to be the greatest day of her life and yet it became the worst one... you left her at the altar alone."

he didn't reply anything— or rather, he was unable to. because what can he say to refute the truth? nothing. instead, he proceeded to his car with you still in his hold. he places you on the passenger seat, locking the seatbelts before jogging to the driver's side.

the car ride was calm as you slept soundly with your head occasionally hitting the window lightly as it swayed from side to side. he was sure as hell that if you were sober right now, you wouldn't even have the thought of seeing him cross your mind. he just knows for sure that you despise him with your whole being... at least, that's what he thought until...

"i'm sorry, tetsu. please come back," you whimper in your seat, voice quiet but he heard it nonetheless, "tell me what i did wrong so i can fix it."

the pitiful sounds and mumbles you made struck kuroo right in the heart and which makes him pull over an empty but safe road, just a block away from your (previously shared) apartment. looking over your form, he finds himself reaching out to touch your face, caressing your cheeks as drops of tears fell down slowly on them, "you didn't do anything wrong. you were fine. you were so perfect."

you squint your eyes at him, probably wondering if this was real or just a part of your drunken imagination. nonetheless, you hiccuped, "y-you... you left me and i... i still can't even bring myself to hate you... i just wanna ask you why? i just want to understand."

he thought he also knew the reason why but every single time he thinks about it, he's only led to one conclusion: because he was a coward. no way was this any of your fault— it's definitely not your fault that right at that moment, as he stared at the mirror, wearing the black suit you chose for him, the sudden fear of commitment loomed over him. it's not like it was your fault he suddenly got scared of losing you the way his parents lost each other. but now he thinks it's ironic, because he lost you anyway.

maybe... just maybe, if he had just met you where you stood at the altar, instead of leaving you alone in it, maybe he would've been happier. maybe his days would've started more with a smile from you as you helped him fix his necktie before going to work. maybe, the working hours he spends in the shitty corporate world would've been more worth it if it meant he can come home to you at the end of the day. maybe... maybe he wouldn't have to be stuck with this lump in his throat as he wonders what could've been happening if he just chose to show up and vowed his life to you.

but he didn't.

"i realized i wasn't just ready to tie my life with anyone yet. that's all there is to it, yn."

so with a heavy feeling stuck in his chest and a quiet promise to never see you again for the sake of not hurting you further, he starts the car's engine again, ignoring the words you replied but he was sure they will haunt him for a very long time... again.

i can wait for you no matter how long it takes, tetsu, you know that.

⇢ OIKAWA gives you what seems like a guilty smile as he stands in front of you, opening his arms and gesturing you to come closer. but the stoic expression on your face takes him back to the reality that the last thing you wanted to do today was to actually fetch him from the airport. it just so happens that his three best friends were caught up with work that they had no choice but to send you, the main ex-bestfriend slash ex-girlfriend, to him.

why did you agree when you practically loathe him with your whole being? well, it was probably because you weren't the devil who would reject your friends when they were literally on their knees as they begged you and for some reason, you thought he'll look pitiful going back to his home country after five years with no one to welcome him. yeah, that's it. it's not like you're still in love with him or anything.

"my car's just around the corner," you begrudgingly walk towards the car park with him quietly following. at the moment, he knew better than to get on your nerves or else there would be war. he hates that this happened to the both of you but he can't blame anyone else but himself. because who wouldn't hate their ex-boyfriend if they suddenly broke up with them over a phone call?

tension filled the car as you both sat beside each other. perhaps, this was what other people were talking about when they say that it's impossible for exes to be friends again, to not feel any awkwardness because you were sure as hell that the word "awkward" was an understatement of your situation right now. nevertheless, your eyes couldn't help but wander to his figure as he adjusted his body, opting for a more comfortable position in the passenger's seat.

he looked more youthful and you felt bittersweet— proud that his whole aura screams of "success" which meant that gone were the days where he longed to get that winter cup trophy, nor the times when he overworked himself and put a strain on his knee which led to countless arguments with you. if anything, he looked happier and it sucks because you're not even close to feeling that way... not without him.

"i heard you've finally gotten yourself your own condominium? that's great, yn!" he exclaimed as soon as you began driving to your destination, a hope lit within him that maybe you might just respond to him. just one smile, that's all i need, he thinks.

but you remain focused on your driving, choosing to reply with a single nod and a soft "yeah..."

disappointment fills his heart as he faces the truth that your relationship has really been ruined, along with your friendship. all because he was foolish to think that he couldn't handle the physical distance between you two. realization dawns upon him that he just made that same distance worse as you pull your heart further away from him.

"... i actually bought it for the two of us, you know?" he whips his head to your direction in surprise, heart clenching as he watch you let out a sad chuckle, "i just... i thought it would be nice if we had a place to permanently stay at and for you to have a home to go to when you're at japan. but yeah... i guess things doesn't go our way sometimes, does it?"

"i'm sor—"

"it's okay. i'm fine now," you quickly reply, shaking your head but keeping your eyes on the road. he tries to ignore the tears that start to form in them because he has no right to stop them, knowing full well that he was the one who caused them in the first place.

as if on cue, you halt your vehicle in front of a familiar apartment and much to your dismay, you find yourself looking back in the past when you used to live in that same place, making wonderful memories with the chocolate haired lad with you. you clear your throat to stop the sob that desperately attempts to escape your throat, "uhm... we're here."

"oh, yeah. we're here," he numbly states, already missing you despite the mere inches of space separating the two of you. you just felt so far away and he hates it. but this was the path he chose so he gets out of your car along with his things, turning to you once more, "uhh... thanks for the ride, yn. i know you probably hate me but yeah... it's very nice of you to put that past us and i guess i just want to say sorry for hurting you... i just..."

"i don't hate you, tooru," you softly tell him, "i just don't want anything to do with you anymore. to see you this happy, without me, is like a slap in the face because i'm not. it still hurts and i'm not fine. i just hope this will be the last time we'll see each other. be safe on your trip back to argentina. welcome home."

and with that, you start the car's engine again, no longer having the energy nor the strength to hear his reply. but he wishes you did because as he watches your car drive further away from him, he can't help but wish that he can take back time so that you don't have to go to that condominium and instead, go inside the home you once shared with him.

but i'm not happy, yn. because how could i call this place my home when you're not here with me?

at that moment, unbeknownst to the two hearts that long for each other break at the same time, you finally let out the tears and cries that you've been keeping since you saw him, knowing that no matter how much you try, you'll never be as happy as you were with him— simply because he left you with a hole in your heart that no one else can fill.

© SKIYOOSMI, 2021. reposting, translating, editing, copying and any kind of plagiarism are strictly prohibited, thank you.

[glassartpeasants]

PLS CAN WE GET A PART TWO ON THE SIREN FIC LIKE AFTER READER TURN SHIGARAKI INTO A SIREN TOO???????? i loved that fic so much omg you write so well !!

Oh im so glad you liked it! I had a really fun time making that one!

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Title: Deeper In the Waves

Tomura Shigaraki x Siren!F!Reader

Warnings: Death, angst, mentions of past sex, blood/gore, spoilers for MHA, jealous reader, fluff? Theres gonna be a part three cause there was more I wanted to add I just didn't want to make it confusing for you guys that's why it took me so long to get it out haha

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It's cold.

All Shigaraki remembers is one moment he's having sex with a hot siren chick and the next he's getting dragged to the deepest parts of the ocean. No time for him to scream for help or even get air. He can remember the burning feeling of water filling his lungs. It was the most painful thing he's ever experienced.

His entire life had flashed before his eyes as he was dragged farther and farther to the ocean floor until everything went black. Remembering how close he was to destroying hero society. Remembering that fateful night his family had returned to nothing but ash and blood. Meeting and starting the league. Kidnapping that annoying brat Bakugou and everything in between.

All of it gone with a second.

So when Shigaraki opened his eyes to find so many unfamiliar faces looking at him he panicked and tried running away only to realize it wasn't doing him any good. They all gave him a questionable glance.

"This is who she chooses to be her mate? Him?" One of the sirens talked to the other in hushed voices. You hated humans so why did you take one down here? Many sirens didn't understand but they had heard of Shigaraki's powers and were quickly on board with the entire thing. With someone as powerful as him, catching humans and finding safe spaces to stay was so much easier.

Shigaraki's eyes widen at the word 'mate'. He flipped his head around to look at the siren who said it before looking down and seeing that he no longer had legs.

"What the fuck?! Where are my legs?!" Instead of legs, a beautiful pitch-black tail was in its place. Scales shiny enough to glimmer in just the right light.

"Don't worry (Y/N) will be back soon to help you." The sound of your name brought a deep rage to bubble inside him.

"(Y/N)?! Where is she?!" His voice boomed in the siren's ears when it hit them. Many sirens have done this before so it was nothing new. It just seemed this human had more of a tongue than the other humans who they converted.

"Calm down. She should be back in about 5 minutes. In the meantime, do you want to learn how to actually move instead of struggling like a fish caught in a net?" One of the sirens offered. Of course, they were going to be a safe distance away from him. His power or 'quirk' worked on humans so it wouldn't be surprising if it also worked on sirens. They also didn’t really know if it stayed with him after being converted.

"I don't want help from any of you! I want to go home! I need to leave!" This couldn't be happening. He was having a horrible nightmare. There's no way that this could be actually happening to him.

"I'm very sorry but once you've been turned there's no way home. You can have a human form but you need to be back into the water in 20 minutes or there are terrible consequences." Many sirens started trying to console the newest member of the pod but it seemed like he wasn't listening which was fair. They expected such a reaction just not as huge as this one.

"Do you guys just do this for shits and giggles?! Fuck all of you!" Shigaraki tried to extend his arms to touch one of them but each siren quickly moved away. They all looked at each other and nodded.

"Here's what we'll do. We'll leave you alone, and you can wait for (Y/N)." Before Shigaraki could even respond all the sirens left him alone. He finally got to take a look at his surroundings. Taking a better look at everything, it seemed to be in an underwater cave. It was pretty he'd admit but the most unsettling thing was all the human remains that covered the floor of the cave. Some still with a bit of decaying meat on their bones.

Sure he may have killed people but when it came to him, they would simply disappear into bloody ash. Seeing people decaying bones with their faces still screaming gave him a horrible shiver as he felt as if every single one of them were staring at him, asking him why this had happened to them.

Shigaraki tried to 'swim' away but due to his lack of training. All he was doing was stirring up the bottom of the cave, making the dust fly all around him as he lost his sense of vision and coordination. He could feel the dirt enter his mouth and cover his body. 

He opened his eyes for a second only to see a single skull right in front of his face. He let out a scream as he desperately wanted out of this cave. 

“Shigaraki? Are you in there-oh jeez!” Your voice filled the cave as he tried to look for your figure but couldn’t see anything with all the dust surrounding him.

“Stop moving I’ll get you out of here!” He felt your cold hand grab his arm as you yanked him out of the cave and into the open water.

Once he was out of the cave is when he truly realized that he didn’t know the way home. There was no ocean bottom he could see and nothing around for miles it seemed like. Just clear open water.

“What the hell was that?! Where the hell am I?!” 

“Your in the training grounds. Newly converted sirens get trained here. At least how to sim at first. There are many courses you have to go through.” 

“Well, news flash I don’t want to be a siren! What the hell is wrong with you and these freaks!” You knew this was the expected outcome, but you weren’t gonna tolerate him calling the only family you’ve ever known freaks.

“Now you listen here Shigaraki.” You say swimming over to him. Grabbing his arms and pinning them to his side.

“You are to never call my family freaks again or I’ll make sure your our next meal.” Or course he didn’t know that you’d never do that but what he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt nobody.

Shigaraki just looked at you with hatred as he tried struggling to get out of your grip. He didn’t really process the strength sirens really had.

“Do you understand me Shigaraki?” Knowing he was out of his element he nodded his head yes in defeat. This seemed to have put a smile on your face as you gave him a kiss on the forehead in approval.

“Okay then. Let’s get started.”

~~~

It had only been a few months since his life was suddenly ripped away from him. Everything he had worked hard for was gone. He didn’t even know how the league was doing or what their reactions were to him missing.

So there he laid. On the same rock that sealed his fate that wretched day. The waves were calm as he heard the sounds of people talking and little children yelling. He rolled over onto his stomach as he moved his arms and positioned them to be makeshift pillows. He laid his head on his arms as his eyelids grew heavy. He let out a loud sigh before it went dark.

“Yo Shigaraki where you’ve been buddy? We’ve been looking all over the place!” A familiar scarred face looked him in the eyes as one of his hands placed itself on Shigaraki’s shoulder.

“You won’t believe what happened to me! But what’s going on with everything? What did I miss?!” Shigaraki had a sickening feeling that all his hard work would be gone and he’d have to start all over.

“Don’t worry everything is still the same. But we have been talking to the Shie Hassakai in some sort of partnership. Now that you know what’s going on, I believe you owe us an explanation.” And explain he did.

At first glance, no one believed him but once they saw his face and how detailed he told the story is was concerning that it was. Sirens in Japan? A cave of human bones that have been decaying for decades? The siren chick that made this all happen? They all listened in shock as Shigaraki looked like he was about to have a panic attack. But just as he did an unrecognizable look spread across Shigaraki’s face.

“How good are you guys at swimming? Cause we have a new target.”

Just as soon as he fell asleep, loud splashes woke Shigaraki up from his dream. Once he opened his eyes he noticed that instead of a sunny calm day, it had turned into a hellfire of a nighttime storm. Whitecaps were everywhere as waves splashed against the rocks.

'Shit I should probably get back.' Shigaraki ducked under the waves and quickly started to swim his way to his new home. He could hear the sounds of the waves hitting each other and even the booming of lighting under the water. A worry took over him as he realized that this was his actual first storm as a siren.

Not to mention he'd always had trouble navigating the area at night so that's why he never goes out at night or any time near it. He must have fallen asleep for longer than he originally planned.

The water started to get darker and darker to the point where he couldn't see anything. North felt like South and East felt like West. The darkness surrounding him felt suffocating as he feared for the worse. He began to scratch at his neck profusely. Even as a siren he took that trait with him. And to his happiness, his quirk too.

Funny enough, his quirk had got the attention of other sirens, much to your displeasure. One time he had decayed the bottom of a ship cause it was a little too big for all the sirens to get a meal.

Once the bottom of the ship decayed and it started to sink, a female siren came over to him and begin to compliment him on his work. It was obvious that she had an attraction to him. On the back of every siren is a dorsal fin that started at the middle of their shoulder blades and ended right at the top of the pelvis. When a siren is attracted or aroused by something, the fin tends to move.

So when the female siren had taken an interest in him, he could tell. While she wasn't as pretty as you, he'd gladly fuck her just for a chance to get back at you for what you've done to him. he would have to if it weren't for said siren trying to fight you for the right to call him their mate.

Turns out said siren was a newly converted human too cause she didn't stand a chance against your strength and skill. She was quickly turned into a corpse and he saw her sink to the bottom of the ocean. This was a very obviously fucked up 'family'. Apparently, he still had a lot to learn when it came to lovers and duels.

After that many were afraid to show even the littlest interest in him. According to one of the other sirens, he was the only mate you've ever had. That could have been what caused such an overreaction that lead him to be a siren.

A hand wrapping around his arm tugged him out of his thoughts as he was getting dragged through the waters forcefully, but the grip made sure it was light and not hurting him. His red eyes squinted to get a better look at his helper only to see your familiar (h/c) hair.

It only took about 5 minutes to get to the cave where almost everyone was sleeping, except for a few sirens who were to keep guard and switch up every few hours. You took him to the very back of the cave. You turned around and grabbed him by the face and had a worried expression.

"Are you okay? I got so worried when you didn't come back on time. I was worried you got lost at sea considering it's your first real storm as a siren." You took one hand off his face as you brushed some of his hair behind his ear.

A weird feeling took over Shigaraki's body. A warm fuzzy feeling that he hasn't felt in a long time. He had shut his eyes and unintentionally leaned into your clawed ones. You rubbed his cheek as you looked at him with fondness in your eyes. You pressed a kiss to his lips before putting your forehead against his.

"Come on, let's go lay down. Let's hope the storm is gone by tomorrow." You led him to lay down beside you as you wrapped your arms around him tightly. Thinking that he might escape if you let go. His head was laying on your chest as he let out a little sigh.

"And if it isn't?"

"Well guess it's a good time to help you navigate stormy weather." You chuckle before closing your eyes in which Shigaraki soon followed.

[stardust-kenobi]

My Purpose

Din Djarin/Mando x Reader

Summary: You're captured by the Empire, held for questioning concerning the location of the child. Under Moff Gideon's supervision, you endure harsh punishment. You knew that Din would never leave you behind. The moment you heard blasters firing rapidly outside your holding cell, you knew he'd come back for you.

Warnings: violence, mild torture to reader (no SA), mention of blood, death, reader being "helpless", helmetless Din, fluff

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: I mean, don't we all fantasize about being rescued by a bounty hunter as a helpless damsel in distress? Just me? well, enjoy anyways. This honestly reads like a Mandalorian episode. @ jon favreau, hire me pls. reader is referred to as “her” once or twice but otherwise can be read as gender neutral.

gif credit: @isetthetone

"I won't talk" You spat at the men towering over you. You were firm, and steady in your composure. More troopers, higher ranking than the predecessors, continued in the attempt to break you. The Empire wanted the child, and you'd never let them get close. The vents blasted near frozen air onto your shoulders from above, insulated in your holding cell that was encased with metal and designed for discomfort.

Without another helpless word, and the press of a little red button, bolts of electricity coursed throughout your already exhausted body, delivered by the small device forcibly wrapped around your head. The pain was excruciating, but you were beginning to feel numb with every passing second. This was the 5th...no, 6th time...so far, that this pain has been inflicted on you. It benefitted neither party in the room. You offered no evidence of weakness aside from your obvious pain. They had to know that you weren't any close to revealing any useful information.

"If you won't talk, Moff Gideon will be taking matters into his own hands. Give us the location of the kid, or suffer the consequences" Their voices were muffled in a similar way that Din's helmet muffled his voice. It reminded you of him in an oddly comforting way. You missed him terribly already. Without even seeing the true look in Din's eyes when they captured you only seconds before you were able to make it to the Razor Crest, you knew his heart made the most difficult decision he's ever had to make. You knew it was you or the child, and neither of us would ever let them get their hands on him.

Although you kept your composure in the presence of your captors, you were scared. Petrified, even. Din swore to himself many months ago to protect you in exchange for you assisting him in raising the child. You knew little of childcare, but Din knew you could both figure it out together. After all, you did owe him big time for saving your life when you first met. And here we were, right back where it all started...you needed to be saved again. You hoped he'd gotten the child miles away from here by now. You'd lost track of time but it felt like hours, maybe even half a day at this point.

Your silence was the only response to the further questions.

"Suit yourself" One of the troopers scoffed, and swiftly exited with his partner. The door slid open and closed just barely long enough for them to leave. You were then trapped, cold, and alone again. As much as you wanted to be relieved from your situation, you cared significantly more for the safety of the child and your armored protector.

The minutes dragged and your chest felt heavy as the panic began to sink in. This was it for you. No way they’d let you leave after being of no use to them. Your death was inevitable, and your racing thoughts began to slow as you came to peace with that.

You heard the faint hissing of a door on the other side of your cell, signifying someone's entry. Then suddenly, your cell door slid open, revealing a towering figure. Although you'd never seen the late Darth Vader, the way you imagined him was reflected in this man.

The jet-black shine of his armor was enough to startle you in his presence. But his expression...the menacing grin framed the picture of a despicable man.

Your face was blank. Showing any fear was not an option right now. Although, you were subtly trembling in your seat.

"You know that you've made a big mistake, right?" He said, approaching you slowly, using his height to tower over you while you were seated on a steel bench.

Silence.

"Your beloved bounty hunter isn't coming back for you," Moff Gideon said softly, getting uncomfortably close to your face. "Why not just comply with our requests so we can move along with the search? hm?"

"You'll never find them" You hissed at him.

"Oh, actually I will. That you can count on" He laughed. The insulting tone made you sick. "However, if you tell us where they are, your torture will come to an end and we can get this whole thing over with. What do you say?"

"Never."

"Your persistence is admiring, truly it is. But why waste your time? He doesn't care about you. He's a Mandalorian. They only care about their creed. Everything else is just...a commodity."

You shook your head in denial. That wasn't true.

"You're wrong."

His gloved hand firmly grabbed your chin, pulling your face up toward him. You cringed and winced under his touch.

“Where are they?” He persistently shouted in your face. You jolted your head backward in attempt to put distance between the two of you. With your response of more silence, you were met with a sharp and painful blow to the side of your face. You turned to look back at him, trying to collect yourself from the pain. His fist was still tight and ready to throw another punch.

The second punch was worse, it radiated pain through your entire skull and caused your eyes to go blurry for a moment. The cuts already open on your cheek were split open with damage you were taking. You felt the blood begin to drip down your face. Any additional infliction would be hell, but you’d take any pain necessary to keep everything you loved safe.

His other hand brought to your attention a small red button. The same button the stormtroopers used to electrocute you before. You whimpered in anticipation and tears involuntarily formed in your eyes.

A deranged smile spread across his face. Your fear just fueled his power. And just before he could inflict any additional pain on you, he seemed to have received transmission into his ear.

His brows furrowed. His eyes then locked with yours.

"Repeat, commander" a look of concern was on his face. Disbelief, even.

"Don't let him step foot on my ship" Moff Gideon seethed.

Although you were uninformed to the other side of the conversation, there was no question. You grinned ear to ear. He came back for you. Of course he did.

"Well, change of plans. The Mandalorian dies today" Moff Gideon snickered.

"We'll see about that" You whispered.

The ship shook and vibrated under your feet. As if a ship had docked...or crashed, maybe. Moff Gideon snapped his attention behind him, as if he could see what was happening through the secured doors.

Another transmission came through, one you still weren't able to hear.

"If he doesn't have the child, then he's no use to me. Kill him."

Your heart sank at the mere thought of losing him. But it wouldn't happen. Gideon's troopers were no match.

Moff Gideon kept his close watch over you while he hid like a coward in your cell with you. His hand rested atop his blaster in preparation for what he knew was to come. The cruiser you were aboard had a crew of probably 50 people. If they all served to be as awful at combat as other troopers that you’d seen Din take down, you’d be rescued in no time.

You watched Gideon’s body language grow more and more nervous and fidgety as the commotion grew on the other side of the door. Blasters and the sharp clinking of metal filled the narrow space of the ships walls. That muffled sound was moving closer. As the situation became less favorable for Gideon, it became more favorable for you. That fact alone put a smile on your face.

Then suddenly…three loud bangs penetrated the walls. It sounded as though someone was trying to break through the first door. But that wasn’t regular armor hitting the metal…it was beskar. Gideon trembled. He jolted when the banging arrived at your cell door. He was displeased to hear you laugh at his reaction, which fueled his anger.

He yanked your arm and threw you in front of him as a human shield, pulling his arm around your chest and igniting the dark saber, holding it only centimeters from your throat. The blade vibrated loudly, threatening to take your life in one motion. What a fucking coward. Can’t even fight without using you as bait.

It took less time for Din to break through the second door. Within seconds, the door snapped and broke open, revealing your protector wrapped in his armor as usual. What was unusual, though, was the splattered blood across his chest plate. You couldn’t even imagine what he’d just been through to get to you.

“Step another foot closer and she dies” Moff Gideon insisted.

“Let her go” his soothing voice broke through his helmet, calming your nerves, even with death being only a movement away. “You’re outnumbered, Moff Gideon”

“I would disagree. It seems it’s one on one”

He pulled the saber closer to your neck. You whimpered and squinted your eyes shut. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you opened them back up. You see Din’s fist in a ball, revealing his frustration and anger.

“Based on your fighting skills I’d say it’s more like two on one, wouldn’t you think?” Din snapped back at him.

“Alright. Let’s fight then, Mandalorian” Gideon said with a smirk on his face. He threw you down carelessly back onto the bench. You cried out in pain as your face hit in the cold seat.

Both men circled one another with their weapon of choice in the ready position. The saber was still ignited, and Din had his staff of beskar. No lightsaber could ever cut through beskar, not even the dark saber. Din swung first, striking Gideon’s side armor. He retaliated, only to be met with the staff that rejected the saber’s power.

There were flashes of blinding light back and forth, both men having a fair chance against the other. You watched in terrifying anticipation, fearful of Din’s safety. You believed in him, but to watch him fight scared you. After a few minutes, Din finally had Gideon pinned against the floor, with the beskar staff pointed right below his chin. The saber was thrown from his hands, and out of his reach.

This was it, you thought. We are getting out of here.

But not yet. Gideon made a move so swiftly you couldn’t even comprehend what had happened. The staff was knocked from Din’s grip, and he was thrown backward onto the floor. Gideon somehow maneuvered himself on top of him now, with the staff in his control.

No. Please no.

He could’ve killed him in one motion, but instead, Gideon pushed the staff under the grip of Din’s helmet and forcefully pulled it from his head, slicing his chin in the process. You gasped and looked away, to be respectful of his creed. You’d never seen him without his helmet. All you caught glimpse of was the deep brown color of his hair.

You only listened now, as you were unable to watch how this would end.

“You have nothing now” Gideon started, breathing heavy through his words. “Your creed has been broken. You have no purpose” he laughed, pleased with himself for to bring shame to his opponent. "Give it up, Din Djarin."

A familiar voice broke the air that you’d ever only heard through the distortion of a helmet. You gasped softly.

“She is my purpose. The child is my purpose. I won’t let you take that away from me” Din said. It sounded like the voice was directed toward you rather than Gideon based on your positioning. You melted at his words.

Not another word was spoken before the clanging of metal filled the room again, you couldn’t tell what was happening, which made you all the more terrified. Gideon groaned in pain, it sounded as if he was on the ground now.

“You’ll never take the child. And you’ll never see the light of day again. All because you took my girl” Din breathed deep through his words.

You heard the dark saber ignite again.

The vibration from the saber indicated a swift movement.

A loud thud against the ground.

Silence.

You trembled with your arms covering your head in a fetal position on the bench. You knew it had to be Din who was still standing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

“Y/N” his warm voice graced your ears only inches from behind you. You audibly sobbed. Knowing immediately you were safe. He was still helmet-less, you could tell. You turned over to face him, but kept your eyes closed so you wouldn’t see him.

The electrocution device wrapped around your head was removed gently. You'd somehow forgotten it was even there. His hands then wrapped around yours as you moved to sit in an upright position.

“Look at me” he pleased softly

“But your hel-” you started

“Look at me” he insisted, squeezing your hands gently.

Your eyelids folded open slowly. You weren’t afraid, but you were hesitant. He was crouched in front of you. What you saw as your gaze met his, took your breath away. His eyes were brown, a match to his hair you caught glimpse of before. It was Din. You were finally seeing the man you loved for what he really looked like. He was so beautiful. All the words you wanted to say failed to leave your mouth as you scanned his face over and over again. His expression was riddled with worry and concern.

“Did he do this to you?” He referred to the gash above your cheek, and the other visible bruising down your body. You were suddenly aware of how deeply he cared for you.

On the verge of tears and still remaining speechless, you nodded your head. “I’m okay”

“He’ll never take you from me or lay a hand on you again” your eyes travelled over to Gideon’s lifeless body on the floor. Din gently pulled your face back to look at him so you wouldn’t be more traumatized than you already were.

“I’m here” he reassured you. A smile formed on his lips. Maker…that smile. You were seeing him smile for the first time. Sweat and patches of blood scattered Din's face. You couldn't imagine the hell he went through to get to you.

“But Din, your helmet” you remained confused. You knew that meeting other Mandalorian recently may have changed his outlook but you never thought he’d break the creed intentionally. He could’ve put it back on. But he didn’t.

“It’s okay... I wanted to see you with my own eyes. You are my purpose now, y/n”

He said it again. The same sentiment that surprised you before. Your heart was so full in that moment.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner" He remorsefully spoke. "Its my job to protect you, and I almost failed you. It'll never happen again"

You shake your head. He didn't need to apologize. He was here now and that's all that mattered.

“I’ve never been happier to see someone’s face in my entire life” you say, continuing to admire his features. You bring your hand to cup the side of his face. He closed his eyes gently as a result of your caress. Your skin against his was so mesmerizing...so new to you...so new to him. You halted your gaze this time at his lips and then looked back to his eyes. He was looking at your lips too.

Neither of you had to say another word. An unspoken desire between the two of you was about to be fulfilled. His finger guided your chin closer to him.

The silence was so loud. The lack of troopers and personnel on the ship was haunting, yet somehow incredibly peaceful. The beating of your heart was beginning to fill that silence in your ears. It beat rapidly in response to your near death experience in addition to being this close to him. Being completely alone and intimate with him.

You leaned in to him with his guidance. As your lips just barely brushed against his, you took a sharp breath in. The skin on his lips was supple and warm. As you fully pressed your mouth against his, you fell apart into his kiss. Your whole body was encased in warmth and a feeling of security from this closeness with him. His hand rested against the back of your neck and pulled you closer into the kiss, if that was even possible. Even though you were truly alone, this kiss alone made it feel like you and him were the only two people left in the whole galaxy.

You never wanted to pull away from him. You both waited so long for this moment.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that" He whispered, as the kiss finally broke.

"I do, Din. Trust me I do" You giggled. You were captivated by the feeling that this kiss had left with you.

He pulled his head back to take another look at you.

"Let's get you home" He said, before standing to his feet.

Even weak from his battle wounds, he scooped you up into his arms, and carried you back to the Razor Crest.

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✾❃S.H+D.K- A Bisexual Mess✶

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Warnings: Smut, threesome, spit roasting, suggested poly relationship

Words: 3407

Pairing(s): Kaminari Denki x Sero Hanta x FEM!reader

Summary: Being attracted to your friend is weird, and your boyfriend having a crush on him too is even weirder. 

Ok so I might’ve gotten carried away and prepared a basket instead... oops. Enjoy!

Part two

===NSFW UNDER THE CUT===

Sero Hanta always bragged about you to his friends, which wasn't a secret by any means. Well, not a secret to anybody except you. What can he say? You're perfect to him, and who's he to keep that information to himself? He would spew everything he loved about you and more, infuriating Bakugo and making Kaminari jealous.

You didn't mean to eavesdrop, really! Well, not at first. Buuut... your pretty little boyfriend mentioned your name in his conversation with the Bakusquad, and you couldn't help it. You stood quietly outside of your home office— the only place in the house you allowed Hanta to smoke —and leaned as close to the door as you dared.

"She's just so perfect," you broke into a smile at Sero's words.

"Will you stop bragging about y/n-chan?" Kaminari groaned dramatically from within the room, "I almost can't take it anymore! You know that I like her. Stop making me jealous on purpose because I can't have her!"

Your eyes widened slightly at Kaminari's words. He did? Since when? Well, that was a silly thing to think; Kami has probably had a crush on everyone in high school at one point or another. But the fact that he just admitted it to Hanta was straight-up bold.

"Yeah I know," you heard Sero smirk, "ever since you've heard about her magic mouth you've wanted a piece."

"-wha? Wrong. I've had a crush on her longer than that!" Kaminari argued. You could hear Mina in the back cracking up.

"Will you two shut up?!" Bakugo yelled, rattling the door. "Every fucking time I'm here is all 'y/n this' and 'y/n that' ok we gET IT, THE TWO OF YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH HER!"

You stood in their silence for a moment, trying to process that holy shit, the Mega-Virgin Kaminari has a crush on you, even before you sucked Hanta off for the first time! What was happening?

"K'mon, bro," Kirishima chided, and you heard the slap of his hand land on Bakugo's back. "Chill out, take another hit. Y/n-san might pop in if she hears too much noise."

"Whatever, 'tch," Bakugo huffed, "kinda wanna go home anyway, you nerds don't have anything interesting to talk about."

You quietly hurried away to your shared bedroom at the sound of footsteps, pretending that you hadn't just heard Hanta openly talk about your 'magic mouth', and Kaminari's confession. You could still feel the flustered blush on your cheeks as Kirishima and Bakugo walked down the hall to the front door, the latter grumbling about "those damn nerds".

"Wait, guys," Mina called to them, "I don't want to be stuck with those love-sick idiots!"

After Kiri offered to buy the pink girl an Uber home and the front door was shut, all you could hear was the muffled conversation a room over. You snuck back to the office door, and pressed your ear against it.

"-s-stop!" You heard Kaminari stutter.

"Never! It's so fun to make you flustered over my girl," you playfully shook your head at Hanta's words. Typical Sero move.

It was silent for a few minutes, broken soon after with a, "dude! What the hell?" From Hanta.

"I- it's- it's your fault!" Kaminari retorted, apparently spinning around in the squeaky office chair.

"You-," Sero burst out laughing, "you got hard just from me talking about her! Bet it was the part I told you when y/n and I were at that one restaurant-."

"S-shut up!" Kaminari squeaked.

Your face flushed considerably pinker. Right here, right now, were two boys that were sexually attracted to you on the other side of the door. You felt your stomach flip and twist in excitement at the new feeling.

"It's kinda cute that you're so into her," you heard Hanta tease. "You're always a blushing mess, and just stuttering over your words."

"Damn S-sero," Denki said grouchily, "stop making fun of me."

You couldn't help but press your ear completely against the door, the two boys inside were too high to notice the shadow under the door anyway. Was Hanta... Flirting?

"I'm not making fun of you," Sero paused. "I'm just calling you cute."

You drowned out the rest of their conversation with your thoughts, trying to connect dots together. Hanta was a little suspicious at times from what you could see over his shoulder. Suspicious of what, exactly? Being gay, or at least bisexual. You saw him close tabs of soft-core gay porn occasionally, and you even accidentally stumbled upon Sero's old diary from years back. You didn't worry too much about it, but now... was he suppressing his feelings? Was he about to cheat on you?

Your heart dropped at that thought. Hanta was a nice guy and he wouldn't do that to you, right? He wouldn't lie about loving you. Not after what you heard earlier. Or was that just to fluster Kaminari? You shook your head in an attempt to clear your mind, and tuned back in on the two boys.

"-AH—! Wait!" You heard Sero panic, "I didn't- I shouldn't've-!"

".. shouldn't have kissed me?" Denki squeaked quietly so you had to strain to hear.

What on Earth did you miss while you were spaced out?

"Well- I was just thinking about h-how cute you are, and I forgot that I can't kiss someone who isn't my partner!" Hanta stressed, "god why do I have to love both of you..."

Your eyebrows raised at that, and listened in a little harder. Did you hear that right? Sero had a crush on Kaminari?

Honestly you couldn't blame him when the blond was so undeniably attractive, especially with the smudged black eyeliner on the corners of his eyes and the lightning bolt streak in his hair. You wouldn't lie that you liked him a bit too, but you suppressed those feelings for Hanta.

"I- I can go if you want," Kaminari mumbled, voice cracking slightly.

"Er- if you want. I don't mind chilling with you a bit longer. Just— don't tell y/n what happened. I- I'll tell her later when I figure out what to say," Hanta said.

"You sure she won't get mad at you?" Said a concerned Denki. "I know how much you love her, and I don't want you two to break it off.."

"Weeelll," Sero dragged on nervously, "y/n is very understanding, a-and I also need to tell her a few other things anyway."

You headed towards the living room, hearing all you needed to. You honestly didn't exactly know what to think about what just happened. Hanta kissed Denki, who likes you, and you that likes Hanta who also likes Denki. What even.

You sat comfortably on the couch, watching the last of the sun meander under the horizon. You nervously tapped on your phone after playing games on it for about an hour, waiting for Kaminari to leave so you could talk with Hanta. You finally heard the office door open, and you turned your head. Sero shuffled towards you with a sleeping Denki in his arms. The blonde's mouth was wide open and snoring lightly, drool going halfway down his chin.

"Uh," Hanta said awkwardly, "help."

You giggled and jumped up from your to help your boyfriend position Kaminari on the couch, who immediately latched onto a pillow mumbling incoherently.

"Whatta dude," you stated, fists on your hips.

"Yeah..." Hanta scratched the back of his neck. "Uh, I have to talk to you about something. It's pretty serious so we can wait until later if you want."

"Nah," you shook your head, "you've seemed off lately, and I'm guessing you just need it off your chest."

"Well, if you don't mind," Hanta plopped down on the love seat. You kneeled over to lean your head on his knee as he sucked in a shaky breath. "I- Um. I- I think I'm Bi."

You nodded your head understandingly, taking his hand in yours. "Ok, baby. Thank you for telling me."

"—there is o-one more thing I-I have to confess," Sero shook, "just please don't hit or yell at me."

"I would never, baby. I'm here for you," you looked up at him encouragingly, giving him a smile.

"O-ok. Uh, I kinda, well... I kinda kissed Kami. O-on the lips," Hanta's eyes looked away from yours, floating to the floor.

"Do you regret it?" You asked, keeping a calm exterior.

"Uh- I dunno. I do because I'm with you.. but... I- I think I don't," Sero looked incredibly guilty, and he squeezed your hand, "I love you, b-but I also have a crush on him..."

"That's ok," you reassured, reaching up to turn his head back to you, "I don't mind if you want to be in a relationship with him too, separately or not."

Hanta looked incredibly surprised, and a smile split his face, "really?!"

"Yes really," you giggled, kissing his cheek. "I can share you."

Sero, being the genius he was, suggested introducing Denki into the relationship with a threesome. Totally not skipping a few steps or anything.

"Are you sure he'd be willing to do that?" You had asked. "He's a virgin to basically everything."

"Oh, he'd be willing alright," Hanta smirked. "I'll message him about it then?"

"Mhm," you nodded, "it'll be fun. We'll get to tease him."

Denki was freaking out. Actually, he was more than freaking out. He was freaking out and jerking off. Multitasking. He could not believe his eyes when he opened Sero's text message, four glorious words: 'wanna have a threesome?'

Of course, Denki had asked if his friend had been joking or not before opening up his mind to fantasies. He got off rather quickly, though who could blame him. He swore that his libido was abnormally high, because even the thought of you, (and Sero as well), would get him flustered and he would pop a boner.

The next day when he came over, his teeth brushed and pubes trimmed, he stood outside your apartment door for at least a minute before knocking. His mind would keep circling the same thoughts: 'Sero just wants you to embarrass yourself in front of her', 'he told y/n about your crush and now they want to laugh at you', 'holy fuck is this actually happening', and 'I hope Sero actually doesn't mind sharing'.

"Sup, man," Hanta grinned as he opened the door for his blushing crush, a far too casual greeting for the situation about to unfold.

"H-hey," Kaminari grinned back, shuffling inside and slipping off his shoes.

"Y/n's just making up a snack so we can chat before uh, y'know," Hanta held back his blush, already nervous because damn, did Denki put on eyeliner or something? He looked hotter than usual.

"Take a seat in the living room, I'm almost done!" You called from the kitchen as you poured one last cup of tea. You carried the tray of tea and homemade cookies to the coffee table, and sat yourself down on the love seat. You couldn't lie— you were nervous as shit at the moment. You looked up as Hanta led a very flustered and anxious Kaminari behind him, and you gave a comforting wave.

"H-hi," Kaminari squeaked, sitting himself on the couch in front of you. He rubbed the sweat off his hands on his pants, trying to avoid your gaze.

"Hey!" You greeted kindly with a smile.

"Alright so now what," Hanta stated, plopping himself beside Denki only looking slightly nervous.

"We discuss boundaries!" You said cheerfully. You reached over for your cup and took a sip. "Any hard no's?"

"Kaminari's not fucking you," Hanta crossed his arms. "Not yet, I want it to be more special than this..."

Denki choked on his drink, sputtering on his tea.

"Kami, any hard no's?" you steered. 

"U-uh not right now," the electric blond stuttered, eyeing Sero nervously.

"Ok great!" You exclaimed, clapping your hands together, "the safe word Hanta and I use is 'soy sauce'."

"That's two-."

"Yeah same difference," you waved Kaminari off. "Anyway, my hard no's are just don't hit me, don't degrade me, and don't choke me out."

The two boys nodded anxiously.

"Holy fuck," Denki muttered as he watched Sero kiss your lips, palming his dick through his jeans. He admired your half undressed state as he feverishly threw off his T-shirt.

Without looking, Hanta held out his hand in a 'come hither' motion, and Kaminari steered over to his friend. Sero pulled away from you for a moment, guiding Denki's shaky hands to your bare waist. Once the two of you continued kissing, Kaminari hugged your waist closer and kissed the side of your neck. Your encouraging moans excited him, and he kissed your skin harder.

Denki's hips couldn't help but rut against your backside, drawing out a soft groan from him. He peered his head up to Sero, who turned to give him a gentle kiss, and Kaminari could feel your saliva on his lips. You turned to face the blonde, leaning forwards to propose a kiss. Denki filled the gap quickly, and met your lips with his. It was a messy kiss, but neither you nor Kami cared. You heard Hanta grumble in your ear, nipping at the cartilage carefully.

Honestly, Denki thought he was being spoiled rotten. You were so soft in his arms, and he swore he could stay like this forever. Sero's nimble fingers snuck to the back of your bra and quickly unclasped it, making Denki suck in a jittery breath.

"Hmmh," you sighed as Hanta cupped your breasts gently, waiting for Denki to desperately ask for a turn.

"You can touch her, Denks," Sero chuckled, leaning over and kissing his friend again.

Denki mumbled into the kiss, and shakily moved to grasp your tits from behind. His cock couldn't help but twitch in his pants as he massaged your nipples softly, his lips still locked with Hanta's. Kami pulled back with a gasp, strings of saliva still attaching them.

"Oh so good," Denki whined as he humped your ass, breathing heavily into your ear.

"Mmm, Denki~ take your pants off for us, won't you?" You licked your lips and watched as Kaminari hobbled out of his skinny jeans.

He looked at you with wide eyes as you sat on your bed, with Sero following suit. Denki moaned when the two of you started making out again, and nervously edged closer to the bed. You smiled at him encouragingly and reached out a hand to play with the elastic of his boxers. A whimper left his throat as you trailed a finger up his clothed shaft, and he eyed Hanta guilty.

"It's ok!" The smiling man replied, helping you get into a better position. "Let loose a little, dude."

Denki wasn't sure he could do that since you were slowly pulling down the hem of his underwear, his cock springing up to slap his stomach before standing straight out. He slipped down his boxers and kicked them away, having full attention on you and your beautiful e/c eyes.

Hanta was massaging your ass cheeks as Denki experienced your mouth for the first time, and he pulled down your panties, (which were soaked, by the way). You moaned against Kami's cock as Sero rubbed the inside of your thighs with his warm hands, causing Denki to let out a lewd groan. His eyes kept switching from you, to Sero, and back to you again.

"So wet for me, y/n," Hanta mumbled, "if I knew you were into this stuff I would've invited Kami over earlier."

You hummed in response, too busy indulging yourself with Denki's dick. You enjoyed making him squirm in his stance, licking over the glans of his cock and the underside of his shaft. You swore you could see his eyes start to water up.

Kaminari was wide eyed as he watched Hanta strip out of his briefs and give himself a few pumps. Denki's mouth opened in a silent moan when Sero lined up to your entrance and slowly inched inside, letting out a low groan when he bottomed out. You hummed diligently on the cock you were sucking and grabbed Denki's hand to put on your head, letting him grasp your hair like reins.

The electric blond babbled quietly as he watched Hanta pump into you, forcing Denki's cock further down your throat. The way your mouth contracted around him made Denki's legs shake, and he got red in the face trying to keep his hands from urging your head deeper.

"You look like you're having a good time, Denks," Sero commented as he admired the blonde's teary eyes. His hips rolled forwards in a new rhythm and you griped pleasantly as you fisted the sheets under you.

"Fuuuck yeah," Kaminari grumbled, catching up with his friend's rhythm. He was over the moon, and was just trying not to cum prematurely so he could enjoy this moment longer.

"Don't be afraid to fuck her face," Hanta said smugly, repositioning his hands on your hips. "She loves choking on cock, ain't that right beautiful?"

You wept in agreement, looking up at Denki with soft, pleading eyes. You bobbed your head faster in his loose grasp, gagging and sputtering on spit and precum. The man above you groaned with satisfaction and fisted your hair and forced his dick deeper into your tight throat. His thrusts came in a perfect rhythm with Sero's, and whenever you moved, you were getting impaled from either end.

Your limbs shook as you struggled to breathe with the cock in your mouth, and your pussy clenched around Hanta desperately. You felt tears stream down your cheeks as you sobbed for breath, enjoying every moment. You nearly squealed as Sero pressed a vibrator against your clit, and your vision fuzzed a bright white.

"Gonna cum, baby?" Hanta egged on, panting for oxygen. "C'mere Den, kiss me."

You whined loudly as you heard the two men kissing above you, and your stomach tightened and rolled around pleasantly. You gurgled on Denki's cock as you came, pussy pulsing with need and delight.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Kaminari moaned in tune with his thrusts, so close to the edge that you could practically taste his cum already.

"Oh shit, y/n. You're so— tigHT," Hanta groaned as he rutted against you one more time before you felt his warm cum fill your insides.

Right on cue, Denki hit his peak right after Sero, moaning about how good your mouth felt and how hot you were, "god, Hanta, she looks so fucking good like this."

Denki let out a choked whine as he finally let his orgasm take over his body, and he held your head in place as his semen ran down your throat. You choked it down before Kami pulled away, and you opened your mouth to reveal strings of saliva and cum.

"Holy fucking shit," Denki said, exasperated, "I feel like I'm not gonna go soft for a week."

"You alright, my love?" Hanta said softly as he let you fall onto your chest, ass still up.

"Hell yeah," you mumbled, your voice scratchy and sore from being face-fucked. You watched Kami stand awkwardly as Sero wiped you down with a warm cloth, taking care between your thighs.

"Denki, go get some water please," Hanta instructed as he rolled you over. "You did so good, baby. The best."

You hummed softly in response, already feeling your eyes flutter sleepily. Kaminari held out a straw to you, and you sucked down the cool substance thankfully.

"That was the best blowjob ever," Denki sighed happily, watching Hanta scoop out the cum from your cunt.

"It was your only blowjob, Kami," you mumbled teasingly, a soft smirk on your face.

You felt yourself drift into a calm state, and you could only hear the muffled voices of your boyfriend, and... your other boyfriend? You fell into a comforting, dreamless sleep, and you knew that Denki would make a great addition to your relationship.

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Blackpink Reaction To Their S/O Struggling W/ Drug Addiction

Warnings / Misc. -- ⚠️ Sensitive Topic ⚠️, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! This request covers a sensitive topic that I haven't been personally exposed to, but I hope that I do it justice. I did my best to handle it with care and be as realistic as possible. Let me know what you think!

PS -- I didn't specifically name any substances or describe them in too much detail; I wanted to leave you room to picture whatever you had in mind, especially if you happen to be struggling irl.

👩 Also, I wrote this as Fem!Reader because nothing was specified. I hope that's alright, anon! Thank you for your patience :)

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Jisoo

Discovered it after a few weeks of dating

She's amazing at reading people, so she had sensed that you were struggling with something; she just didn't know what. 

She wanted to wait for you to tell her about whatever it was, but one fateful day she witnessed something that explained it all. 

It wasn't meant to happen; she wasn't meant to see you like this. But, as fate would have it, Jisoo stumbled across something she never saw coming. 

Her footsteps grow louder as she walks her way through the house, peeking her head into various rooms in search of you. The two of you invited some of your mutual friends over, and they've all been curious as to where you slipped away to earlier.

"Baby, are you in here? Everyone's wonder--" 

The sound of the latch clicking out of place makes your heart drop and sets you into motion. Before you have enough time to fully react, though, Jisoo opens the bathroom door to find you sitting on the ground, attempting to shove a foreign substance into a plastic baggy. 

Your hands make quick work of moving it out of view and sitting up on your knees, but she picks up on what's going on. Her eyes land on the material as you shift it behind your body, looking up at her with wide eyes. 

"Jisoo--" Tears are already beginning to work their way into your eyes, slightly blurring your vision. Too many people have walked out on you after witnessing this, and the thought that she might go too is overwhelming. 

She keeps her tone level as she steps into the room and quietly shuts the door behind herself. "Y/N, please explain yourself." 

"I-I'm sorry Jisoo, I should've told you sooner." You shakily say, bringing a hand up to swipe away the few tears that've already leaked out. It's not usually like you to get so emotional so quickly, but seeing the pained look on her face is reason enough. 

"Come here," she utters, plopping down next to you and pulling you up against her body as she leans back on the side of the tub. Her fingers rub soothing circles on your back while you rest your head on her shoulder, lightly dampening the material of her shirt with your tears. "I'm not mad at you for this, but I need you to tell me about it. I want to help you, my love. I can't watch you hurt yourself like this." 

"Okay. Just promise you won't go," you softly say, the syllables of your words breaking here and there from the raw emotion you feel. 

"I'm not going anywhere, Y/N." She presses a light kiss to your temple for reassurance, and her heart breaks when she feels your hands grip at her clothes out of habit. How many times have people told you that and still left you in your time of need? She cradles you in her arms, realizing just how fragile you are in your current state, and tells you to take your time. 

With a steadying breath, you begin to explain your struggles. 

Road To Recovery

Constant check-ins

"Hey honey, we're at the studio now. Are you taking care of yourself for me?"

Helps you deal with the symptoms of withdrawal when they hit

Focuses on distraction and redirection as ways to help you cope

If you're at a party and feel tempted after seeing someone use, she leads you away to distract you from the urge

Helps you find safe alternatives 

Celebrates the little victories

"Yes, Y/N, 4 and a half weeks clean is plenty reason to celebrate. Now mark it on the calendar and get over here so I can put this hat on you." 

Playdates at your local dog café to keep your mind occupied (and bringing Dalgomie so he can make new friends, of course)

Takes you indoor skydiving. She wanted to find a way to give you an adrenaline rush while still being able to participate with you, so that was a happy medium. She battled her fear of heights to do that with you.

Not letting you lose hope if you relapse

"You're not a burden, and I'm not letting you give up on yourself. Not after all the progress you've made. I believe in you." 

Accompanying you to rehab and recovery meetings, if you want her to

Bringing you your favorite snacks and candies when she picks you up

"I got you a little something," she smiles, leaning over the center console of the car to kiss your cheek. "You deserve a treat, baby." 

Whenever you decide to tell everyone about your struggles and recovery journey, she's right next to you for support 

Spends all the time she can with you

Early on, she would get really worried when you missed her calls or took a while to respond, but eventually she got over her fears to some degree

Still checks up on you when she's away for work

"Sorry for missing your call, Chu. Dalgom tried to kill me when I was giving him a bath and I couldn't get to the phone in time." 

Overall, just a very proud girlfriend who sticks by you no matter what

After You've Recovered

Annual "recovery party" to commemorate your sobriety 

Sometimes you invite the girls and your other friends, and sometimes you prefer to just spend the day at home with Jisoo

"Look at how far you've come, my love. I'm so proud of you."

♡♡♡♡♡

Jennie

She would be the only one who figured it out on her own. She picked up on the signs fairly quickly and always subtly helped steer you away from any potentially tempting situations

If you two watched a movie that happened to have a triggering scene in it, she always noticed how you'd look away and subconsciously tense up a bit

"Hey, babe. This movie's kinda boring; why don't we watch that new Netflix documentary instead?" 

If the two of you were invited to parties that were likely to have a bunch of alcohol and drugs, sometimes she'd try to suggest staying in or doing something else instead

You eventually caught on to her diversion attempts, and sat down with her to have a talk. 

"How long have you known?" You ask, pulling your legs up towards your chest as you sit back against the headboard of your California King. 

"A few weeks," she starts, running a brush through her hair until it's untangled. Her damp locks stick to her shoulders as she approaches you, some strips slightly drier than others. "Were you ever gonna tell me?" She inquires softly, facing you as she sits down beside you on the bed. 

"Of course, Jen. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, I just… I was on my own with it before you. I didn't have anyone to turn to because everyone left once they found out." Your confession makes her chest ache -- it's a physical, honest pain that she feels as she imagines you battling such an unforgiving foe with no one in your corner. She places a warm hand on your thigh to comfort you, knowing just how much her touch helps when you're upset. "Hey, it's okay. There's no point in worrying about that now. I know it's hard to open up, babe, so thank you for doing this. I'm here to listen, alright?"

"Thank you, Jennie. I don't know what I'd do without you." 

"You'll never have to know, either, because I'm staying right here." 

"I love you," you whisper, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips. 

"I love you, too," she sighs against you, preparing herself for the emotional night you're about to have. For now, she takes a moment to just pull you into her arms and rest her forehead against yours, finding comfort in your steady heartbeat. 

"We'll start whenever you're ready." 

Road To Recovery

Makes various arrangements to ensure that the media won't know of your struggles

Keeps things on lock, especially if you decide to remain private on the matter and not tell the world

If you make a public statement about it, she still does everything she can to keep you protected from the negativity. She knows first hand how tough it can be to deal with, so she never lets you face it alone

You both help each other work through things

"You're my rock, Y/N/N." 

"And you're my world, Jen."

Takes care of you during bouts of withdrawal 

Sings to you to calm you down and help you relax

Takes you to theme parks and rides all the big coasters with you so you can get a similar high that you did from the drugs. She gets to be clingy with you and spend the day having fun, so she doesn't mind it, and you enjoy it just the same.

Suggests fun activities for you to do together 

"We should visit that pottery place tomorrow! I've heard a lot of good things about it." 

You stick close together when you're in public, especially when paparazzi are near

Your presence helps with her anxiety, and you hold her close and tell jokes to keep her attention off of it

Random surprise celebrations waiting for you when you get home

"Hey Jen, I'm home." You announce, shrugging your coat off before hanging it up on the metal rack next to the front door. 

"In here," she calls from the kitchen, effectively pulling you in with that sweet voice of hers. When you reach the doorway and peek in, a dumbstruck smile slowly parts your lips as you see the set up she constructed. 

"Happy 3 Weeks" a multicolored banner reads, displaying the phrase above your dining room table where Jennie sits. "Surprise, honey," she says softly, glancing down at the cake she made for you as she scoots it closer. You approach the table and examine it, practically feeling your heart grow 10 sizes from the love you hold for your girlfriend. 

"Is this why you left practice early?" 

"Mhm," she nods, kissing your cheek before she reaches into a small gift bag next to her chair. "I'm so proud of you," she grins, sliding a thin, glittery headband into your hair. It has two springs attached to the top that bounce in every direction possible, surely making you look like a dork. 

"God, I love you." 

"You'd better keep that same energy after trying the cake. I think I might've added too much baking soda…"

You shake your head and pull her in, pressing kiss after kiss to her lips until she's grinning just as hard as you. 

Going on adventures with Kuma and Kai

Especially to dog parks and other national parks 

Helps you fill things out for rehab and doesn't let you get too stressed about it

Helps you regain confidence in yourself if you relapse

"This isn't the end, Y/N. You're strong, I know you can beat this."

Is right next to you through it all

After You've Recovered

Go on an annual vacation to get away from everything and celebrate your sobriety. You take the opportunity to escape the media and reconnect with each other

"Where to this year, Y/N? Bora Bora, maybe?"

Intimate celebration between the two of you on vacation, and then the girls throw you a party when you come back

♡♡♡♡♡

Rosé

You were really good at hiding your secret from people -- especially those that you care about most. You're always afraid that once they find out, they'll pack up and leave. 

Rosé was one of the first to actually stay

She had been fairly oblivious to your struggles since you masked that side of yourself well, but one day the two of you attended a little get-together at your old friend's house, and your dirty laundry was aired.

"Bro, come on, let's play Truth or Dare!" One of your old friends says, perking up at the fact that he remembered the game even existed. He's already a little tipsy, but so are some of the others. 

"I don't know, dude," you hesitantly start, missing the way that Rosé curiously raises a brow beside you. 

"Come on, we'll keep it tame." Another person adds from the couch opposite you, their voice low. You recognize her as Cho, a sort of frenemy from your high school years. Something doesn't sit right for you with the hint of mischief that shines in her eyes, but your friends' pleas eventually push the feeling away and you relent. 

"Fine, but if Austin gets dared to do some dumb shit like last time I'm dropping out." 

"Like what?" 

"Like what?" You ask back, disbelief evident in your voice. "Are you forgetting the fact that I had to bail you out after you got arrested for streaking down the neighborhood?" 

"Okay, fair point," Austin holds his hands up in surrender. "Just a few rounds." 

--

As everyone's once boisterous laughter finally dies down into quiet chuckles, you turn to Rosé for a quick kiss. She reciprocates and holds you there for a few more seconds, loving the way your lips feel against her own. As you brush your nose against hers and garner a sweet giggle from her, Cho interrupts the moment with a phrase that makes your blood run cold. 

"So, Rosé, has Y/N told you about the time she got arrested for drug possession? Word on the street is that she still can't shake her old habit..." 

Rosie feels the way you tense up at the question and pull away from her, cringing at the exposure you just received. The room goes silent, enabling a pen to be heard if it were dropped. 

"Hey," Austin goes to defend you, about to yell at her for bringing up such a difficult topic. 

"It's fine, Austin," you say, sticking your hand out in front of him to keep him from approaching her. The last thing you want right now is a screaming match about your struggles. 

Rosie finally speaks up after what feels like an eternity, turning to Cho to say, "No, but that's none of your business. And I strongly advise that you don't speak on her name like that again." She cuts her eyes at the other girl, sending an icy glare at her to show that she's serious before giving her attention to you again. 

When a few tense moments pass with no one really saying anything, Jackson, the host, speaks up. "I think you need to go, Cho." 

"Ah, what a shame. The fun was just starting," she mockingly pouts, stopping next to you on her way out the door. Rosé strokes the back of your hand to soothe you, tracing mindless patterns with her thumb until your shoulders relax and you look into her eyes. With Cho now gone, your friends decide to go out into the backyard and give the two of you some time to clear things up. 

"So, I guess we should talk." You start, pulling your legs up onto the couch to sit criss-cross. She studies the way that you begin to nervously fidget and drop eye contact, and the sight breaks her heart. 

"Your past is your past, Y/N, and I won't ever judge you for it. I wish she wouldn't have brought it up like that -- I really wish she didn't," she says, emphasizing the word to remind you of how upset she is with Cho, "But I can tell that you're still struggling. I want to help you get better, and I'll be here with you every step of the way, babe. You mean the world to me." She smiles sadly, trying not to think of how much it would hurt to lose you. 

"Okay," you breathe out, accepting the honest help that she's extending to you. You've been burned and lied to in the past, but you trust Rosé to stay true to her word and assist you on the hard journey laid out before you. "Let's start from the beginning," you say, preparing yourself to retell your struggles from the moment they began all those years ago. 

Road To Recovery

Takes care of you when withdrawal hits hard

Isn't afraid to take the day off if it's bad enough and she needs to

"Hey, Teddy. Tell everyone that I'll be staying home today, okay? I've already let the girls know, too." 

Reassurance to the max

"You're doing amazing."

Is your shoulder to cry on when times get tough

On a weekend trip, the two of you snuck away to the beach to go cliff diving. It was a thrilling experience, and you'll always remember that day with her

Helps you find healthier alternatives to your addiction that can make the transition easier until you fully recover

"Baby, look at this." She says, repositioning her laptop so that you can see what she's looking at. The two of you are sitting on the bed, and her legs are stretched out over yours. "These herbs are safe to smoke and they can help with a lot of your troubles. These over here," she says, pointing to a section of the screen, "help with stress and anxiety. They make it easier to relax." You nod, logging the information in your brain as you run a hand over her smooth skin to keep yourself calm. It's a habit that both of you love. "Thank you, Rosie. Nobody's ever done anything like this for me." You say, keeping your head down as you remember all the people that have left you behind in your time of need. 

"You'd do the same for me, and I'm happy to be here for you." She declares, holding one of your hands within both of her own. She cradles it delicately, just like she does your heart. "I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel my love. I'm not going anywhere, babe." She leans in, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. 

Keeps your spirits up if you relapse

"You're not a failure, Y/N/N. This is just a setback, and we're going to get through it together."

One of her friends told her about a fun art class that's supposed to help people in recovery let go of some of their resentment and negative feelings, so she brought it up and you agreed to go

It was structured in two parts:

Part 1: Everyone went out to an old car lot that had various old vehicles, electronics, and other things to smash up. Once you let loose and relieved some of your tension, you collected scraps of the things you destroyed.

Part 2: With the scraps you brought back, you were told to create any type of artwork you wanted -- whatever felt right. Collage, graffiti, scrapbook, etc. At the end of the class, you were informed of the driving message behind it: Though the negative feelings and aversions you dealt with in the past may have left you feeling broken, you never really were -- you've always had the power to piece yourself back together and continue on.

After You've Recovered

Taking a month off work every year to travel and experience new things together. Usually consists of going to another city (or even country) and exploring their art museums and other artistics outlets 

The new experiences help remind you off all the reasons you want to stay sober, and they help her have new material for her songs

Lots of pictures and drawings to remember all of your adventures

Collect trinkets to hang up / display, especially around the holidays

The girls have a special celebration waiting for you when you return

♡♡♡♡♡

Lisa

She could tell something was wrong when your behavior started to change over the course of a couple weeks

She suspected other things, but after finding a substance in your bag while on a vacation trip, she was blind sided by the reality of the situation

"Hey Lis, have you seen my swimsuit?" You casually ask, strolling into your hotel bedroom in search of the item. "I thought I left it--"

Your words catch harshly in your throat, nearly making you choke from how quickly you cut yourself off. She's sitting on the edge of the bed with the baggy in her hands, and tears brim in her eyes. 

"Fuck," you wince, closing your eyes as you put your face in your hands. "You weren't supposed to find out like this."

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asks, staring straight ahead, though her eyes don't focus on anything in particular. Knowing you hurt her is bad enough, but seeing her like this makes the pain even more evident. 

"I was going to, I promise. But I've been trying to wean myself off of it," you begin to explain, slowly walking across the room until you're in front of her. You squat down and put your hands on her thighs, staying quiet until she meets your gaze. "I've tried to quit cold turkey in the past but it didn't go down well. I figured I could handle this on my own and not get you involved."

"Baby, I want to be involved. You've been different lately, and having you shut me out didn't help ease my fears. I want to be a part of this, okay? You can turn to me when you feel alone," she says through the occasional tears that roll down her cheeks, "It's my job to help you and keep you safe. So let me," she crouches down next to you as she says the last part, wrapping her arms around you when she notices your lip tremble. "I'm not gonna let this get between us," she says against your shoulder, reminding you of how strong her love for you is. 

"I'm sorry I waited so long," your words are muffled against her shirt, but she can hear how the emotion in them changes your voice slightly. 

"We have to start somewhere, and this is just as good a time as any. I'm right here, Y/N/N."

Road To Recovery

Sweet texts and reminders throughout the day

"Hey baby, have you eaten today? The girls and I miss you like crazy." 

--

"Don't forget about your check-up tomorrow. I already told my manager that I'll be taking the day off, so I'm all yours 😉"

--

"*image attachment* Question: Do you think Lego would look cute in this or do you think Lego would look cute in this? Because he WOULD." 

Stargazing trips to talk about how far you've come

Making treats for the cats together if you have a bad day

Sometimes your withdrawal leaves you with weird cravings, but she never hesitates to race to the store at any hour and snatch up your favorite treats

Learning how to cook together to keep you occupied and give you a hobby (plus she's always wanted to get better at it)

“If you fling that at me, I swear to God I'll--”

"Oops!"

"LISA!" 

Day trips to random parks and open locations to have little photoshoots when she has free days

Once took you bungee jumping for the experience and adrenaline rush

Bringing you into the studio if you're having a hard time and don't want to be alone

Always listens to you and shows how much she cares

Opts out of events if she suspects that drugs will be there to tempt you (considering you're always her plus one)

You still send her to enjoy herself at the events without you sometimes, though it does take a lot to convince her to leave you at home

"Okay, okay! But we're binging that new show when I get back." 

Makes you laugh often and cheers you up when you need it most

She's your sunshine

After You've Recovered

Considering that you're her muse and she's the artist that she is, she hatched a plan early on to document your journey to recovery

"One more, babe. Just like that." She instructs, holding the camera up to her eye one final time. "Perfect." 

"Alright, close your eyes and turn around." She commands while returning to the coffee table that sits in the middle of your living room. Her hands make quick work of putting the finishing touches on her gift for you while you patiently sway and hum to whatever song is stuck in your head at the moment. 

"Annnnnd done!" She shouts, approaching you with a wide smile tugging at her lips as she holds the book out in front of herself. "It's a photo album. I started it the day you told me you wanted to try and get better," she says, smiling softly as she slowly walks you through the beginning pages of the book. "I thought it would be nice to see how far you've come," her eyes remain glued to the pictures she took as she continues flipping, and she fails to realize that you're staring at her now. 

"I'm so in love with you. I can't thank you enough, Lis. This is beautiful." You shake your head in quiet disbelief, genuinely surprised that someone would work so hard on something for you. It shouldn't be a surprise with her though, considering how much she loves you, but it still baffles you sometimes. 

"This gift only shows a fraction of my love for you, but I'm happy you like it. This is nothing, baby; there's so much more where this came from. Thank you for letting me in." She captures your lips in a meaningful kiss, and finds it hard to pull away. You seem to be her drug of choice, but neither of you care to end that sweet addiction.

Annual trips to photoshoots and fashion shows

Being her favorite model (seriously, she could look at you for hours on end)

Always feeling so loved and cherished, no matter what the two of you are doing