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—How the MHA men would react to you wiping their kiss as a a prank! Pt.2!

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Reaction of each male My hero academia character of you wiped their kiss after they had kissed your lips

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Izuku Midoriya ; Shinsou Hitoshi ; Aizawa Shouta ; Takami Keigo ; Enji Todoroki

✩•̩̩͙*˚Tags: Fluff, funny, prank, loving, married life, aged up

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❧◦°˚A/N:

This is part two since I just in a few minutes gained lots of likes! I’m so thankful guys, thank you so much! I’m really trying my best to make it as presentable as possibe and I hope you guys enjoy them! English isn’t my first language but ily guys!

Pt.1 Masterlist

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ᜊ| Izuku Midoriya (After he gets a promotion)

Izuku’s face was glowing with pride as he told you the news about his promotion. His words tumbled out in an excited rush, his green eyes sparkling with joy. You couldn’t help but beam at him, feeling just as proud.

“That’s amazing, Izuku!” you said, throwing your arms around him. He hugged you tightly before you leaned in and kissed him. It was tender, full of love and admiration.

But when you pulled back, you wiped your mouth with a theatrical frown.

He froze. “D-Did I do something wrong?”

“I don’t know,” you said, tilting your head. “Kinda tastes… Nerdy.”

His face turned as red as a tomato. “N-Nerdy?! What does that even mean?!”

You bit your lip, trying to keep a straight face. “Like… textbooks and feels sloppy.”

His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “I—I… Do I really taste like that?”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst out laughing. “No, Izuku! I’m just messing with you.”

He sighed in relief, though his cheeks remained bright red. “That’s not funny,” he muttered.

You grinned, pulling him into another kiss. “It’s a little funny.”

۵| Shinsou Hitoshi (After a midnight talk)

The moonlight streamed through the window as you and Hitoshi sat on the couch, sharing a rare moment of quiet. His deep voice rumbled softly as he talked about his patrols, his tone calm and soothing. You leaned in, kissing him softly to interrupt him mid-sentence.

He kissed you back without hesitation, his hand cupping your cheek. But when you pulled away, you wiped your mouth with a slight grimace.

His violet eyes narrowed. “Something you want to share?”

“Mm, just seems… lazy,” you said, smirking.

He raised an eyebrow. “Lazy?”

“Yeah, like all the yawns you try to hold back,” you teased.

He stared at you for a moment before a slow smirk spread across his face. “You think you’re funny, huh?”

You laughed, leaning back into the couch. “A little.”

“Well, guess what?” he said, his tone turning mischievous. “You’re gonna dream about how I taste.”

Before you could respond, his voice dropped into a lower register. “Go to sleep.”

You blinked, realizing too late he was using his quirk. “Hitoshi, no—” But the world faded, and you fell asleep to the sound of his quiet chuckle.

❧| Takami Keigo (Hawks) (After he surprises you with takeout)

The flutter of wings was your only warning before Keigo landed gracefully in the kitchen, a bag of takeout in one hand and his signature grin firmly in place. “Special delivery!” he announced, holding the bag up like a trophy.

You raised an eyebrow. “Did you actually fly with that?”

“Of course,” he said, puffing out his chest. “The fastest delivery service in the city.”

You laughed, taking the bag and setting it on the table. “You spoil me, you know that?”

“Only the best for you,” he said, leaning down to kiss you. His lips were soft and teasing, lingering just long enough to make your heart skip a beat.

But when you pulled away, you wiped your mouth dramatically, wrinkling your nose.

Keigo’s golden eyes widened. “Whoa, whoa. What’s that for?”

“Feathers,” you said, smirking. “I think one got stuck.” You say, acting like you’re trying to search for it, placing a finger in your mouth and feeling each tooth.

He blinked, then narrowed his eyes playfully. “Oh, really? Feathers, huh?”

“Yeah,” you continued, your tone teasing. “Kinda ruins the whole vibe.”

He stared at you for a beat before breaking into a mischievous grin. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Before you could respond, he swooped you up in his arms, his wings spreading wide. “If you’ve got a problem with feathers, maybe I should make you a little more familiar with them.”

“Keigo!” you squealed as he took off, flying just high enough to make your stomach flip.

“Next time, maybe don’t wipe off my kisses,” he teased, his laughter echoing through the room.

ஐ| Shouta Aizawa (Erasure head) (After he catches you staying up late)

It was well past midnight when Shouta appeared in the doorway of the living room, his dark eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of you scrolling on your phone. Wrapped in a blanket and completely absorbed, you didn’t even notice him at first.

“Bed. Now.”

His gruff voice startled you, and you looked up with a sheepish grin. “I was just about to!”

He crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Sure you were.”

“Okay, okay,” you said, setting your phone down and standing up. “See? I’m going.”

As you passed him, you leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips. It was a small act of affection, a way to diffuse his irritation. His lips were warm, and he responded instinctively, his hand brushing lightly against your arm.

But as you pulled back, you wiped your mouth dramatically, wrinkling your nose as if something was wrong.

Shouta’s eyes narrowed further. “What was that?”

“Hmm,” you said, feigning thoughtfulness. “Tastes… grumpy.”

“Grumpy?” he repeated, his tone flat but edged with a hint of incredulity.

“Yeah,” you continued, biting back a smile. “Like coffee and bad moods. Maybe a hint of sarcasm.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, with a heavy sigh, he reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back toward him.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” he murmured, his voice low as he looked down at you.

“A little,” you admitted, grinning.

He shook his head, his lips twitching ever so slightly. “Lucky for you, I’m too tired to argue.”

Before you could tease him further, he leaned down and kissed you again, slow and deliberate, leaving no room for complaints. When he pulled back, he smirked.

“Now go to bed before I decide to show you what grumpy really tastes like,” he said, his tone dry but tinged with amusement.

You laughed, backing away toward the bedroom. “Fine, but you’re still grumpy!”

“Goodnight,” he called after you, his voice carrying a rare warmth that lingered in the quiet house.

❥| Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) (After a family dinner)

Dinner had gone surprisingly smoothly. For once, no one had raised their voice, and even Natsuo had stayed to chat longer than usual. Enji’s gruff but earnest attempts to engage with everyone had left you both impressed and a little amused.

As the evening wound down, you found him in the hallway, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the soft glow of the lights. He seemed deep in thought, his expression stern as usual, though there was a faint softness in his eyes.

“Hey,” you said, walking up to him. “You did good tonight.”

He turned to look at you, his gaze softening slightly. “It wasn’t much.”

“It was,” you insisted, smiling. “And I’m proud of you.”

Before he could respond, you leaned up and kissed him. His lips were warm and firm, his large hand settling gently on your waist as he kissed you back. It was a rare moment of vulnerability, one he didn’t often show.

But when you pulled back, you wiped your mouth with a theatrical frown.

His brows furrowed instantly. “What’s wrong?”

“Hot,” you said, shaking your head as if trying to cool down. “Like kissing a fireball. I think my lip burned!”

Enji’s expression didn’t change, but there was a flicker of confusion in his eyes. “You knew that when you kissed me.”

“Yeah,” you said, smirking. “But I didn’t expect it to be that hot.”

He sighed, his hand falling to his side. “If you’re going to mock me—”

“I’m not mocking you!” you interrupted, laughing. “I’m just teasing.”

He stared at you for a moment, his stern expression unwavering, before he finally muttered, “You’re impossible.”

You grinned, reaching up to tug gently at his tie. “And yet, here we are.”

As you turned to walk away, his voice stopped you. “Next time, don’t complain if I turn the heat up.”

You glanced back at him, catching the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips. “Oh, I’m not scared,” you replied, your tone playful.

He shook his head, but the warmth in his gaze said more than words ever could.

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Kinda Outa Luck

pairing: jason todd x fem!reader

summary: based off of the song ‘Kinda Outa Luck’ by lana del rey👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 . reader is kinda inspired by catwoman in the batman , she works in a club, and on the low she’s gothams most wanted female thief. She is gorgeous, and she uses it to her advantage. Oh, did i mention she has a thing for the Red Hood? And, honesty, he does too, though he is pretty shit at hiding it. PT 1 PT2

warnings: EVENTUAL 18+ MDNI, mentions of clubs, tying up, begging, mentions of sexual natures and strippers, slapping, unprotected sex, p in v, teasing, some fluff and angst, enemies with benefits??

a/n:. guys if i’m being honest i’m not in the best place right now. but i really wanted to write this.. i’m also ovulating so enjoy 💓 . ( also i’m terribly bad at writing smut i’m SO sorry if this isn’t up to standard😰 . )

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“ you never cared what i did at all

motel singer or the silver pole

i did what i had to do.. „

Everyone in Gotham knew who you were. Everyone knew you as the sexy, sly femme fatale who always got her way no matter the cost. You were a goddess. Females in Gotham would normally be petrified to have the confidence and power that you own. Even just working at the classy ‘Iceberg Lounge’ people would respect the floors you walked on. With millions of men drooling and tugging at your sequinned heels, begging for an ounce of attention as you deliver drinks and messages to your boss.

However, they never knew the true side of you. Sure, they established your mysterious ways to make men fawn and yearn for even a slight glance their way. But, they never knew who you were when the night called. Gotham’s most agile, seductive and infamously known thief and burglar in the whole of gotham.

Tugging on your skintight bodysuit, you swiftly rushed the inky latex onto your body, fiddling with the zipper which ended in the midst of your breasts, forcefully plunging them up. The material clinged firmly onto your fair skin, and fit you like a glove since the last time you’ve worn it. A melodic sensation of mischief trickled down your spine as you twirled your locks through the soft of your fingers, the sandy brown hair clutching onto the suit as you quickly collected the belongings and equipment needed for tonight’s schemes; and a smirk crept onto your faint lips.

“ femme fatale

always on the run

diamonds on my wrist

whiskey on my tongue „

The shattering of a reflective glass splattered like watercolored paint onto the cool, marbled floor, leaving an open space for fluorescent beams of silver moonlight to pour through, drowning the room in a luminous ember. 

The tranquil ambiance was soon interrupted when you quickly realised your mission. Swiftly swaying, you made your way to the jewellery display, peering at each of the rectangular, glass containers which secured each sentimental crystal. After picking the lock seamlessly, you slowly reached for the antique jewel, wrapping the soft, translucent gemstone inside the palm of the glove. The jewel reflected a shimmer from the gleam of the moon; an overworldly beauty traced upon it.

Suddenly, an alarm went off. Then another. Then another; the blaring noise agitating your ear canals. And then you were pulled away along with a strong pair of hands covering your mouth, smudging your lined lips and a hand gripped tightly around your waist. The figure hauled you away, pushing you against a wall; the cool brick against rubbing your back, spiking chills and your hairs on the back of your neck to rise.

“—Don’t speak.” An uncomfortably familiar voice muttered. His hand still on your mouth, covering your ability to curse him out as his head peaks around the corner to check for other criminals.

Glaring up at him with narrowed eyes, the light shone into his crimson mask; milky eyes disguised against his true identity. Gazing down, you could barely make out the murky suit he was wearing, the red hood symbol on the chest area and although your sight was a blurry haze, the clear display of his toned abdomen send veins of arousal to your core. Undeniably and unethically.

You managed to pull his hand off if your mouth, and the words “ Red, what the fuck are yo— “ could barely escape your mouth before he slammed you against the wall to get you to stop speaking as he noticed criminals run past. A light groan fell from your lips, and seeped into the material of his gloves; the warm of your breath igniting against his palm and in that moment, he scowled down at you.

Steadily removing his palm from your mouth, you could feel your heart beating out of your chest. Fast enough that he could probably hear it through his mask. “ Stay here, ‘m gonna go take care of this quick. “ his annoying voice echoed through his mask. You only pierced your eyes at him and crossed your arms over your chest before he quickly went to go and fight the criminals. His tall shadow swaying further away, and you couldn’t help but notice him look back to make sure you were still there.

You just stood there and watched as Red Hood took care of the criminals, putting them in their place and leaving them unconscious. With snark, he walked over to you, his hands flying up in the air in defence as you were about to open your lips parted, getting ready to curse him out.

“ Jesus, Red.. —you stalkin’ me or somethin’?! “ your voice was only a groan, a stubborn one at that. You were frustrated at him as he interfered with your carefree mission; but you were also pissed because he didn’t think you could handle those criminals alone. It made an infuriated glow grind down your spine, and one that made you seemed belittled against him.

He only scoffed, tilting his head at your ignorant comment before he sighed. “ Just give back what you stole, doll..“ Your brows raised at his hilarious joke, he seriously thought you were going to give back what you took? “ finders keepers..” you couldn’t deny your mind was corrupted by a foreign haze after he mummer his nickname for you; ‘doll’.

“.. and losers—” were your last words before you inched closer, and suddenly attacking him with a sly punch in the hip, and then a kick in the rib. A harsh groan arose form his mouth, and he fell to the ground, the brisk marble against his knee caps. You rapidly ran away, avoiding turning back. Part of you knew he could’ve easily chased after you, part of him knee he could’ve easily chased after you, but he didn’t. Instead he just turned on his heel, observing you dim into the shadows.

PT 1 .

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Stains {Part Two}

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

Part Two

{Elijah Mikaelson x f!Reader} A bouquet of flowers, a generous donation, and a man who turns everything into a game you are destined to lose...

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2.4k words - Warnings: slow burn, enemies-to-lovers, eventual smut (duh), manipulative dynamics, a smug Elijah playing mind games, workplace tension, reader is an anti-capitalist who absolutely hates him && Elijah secretly loving every second of it...

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The next day when you arrived at work, you were surprised to find a large bouquet of flowers on your desk. A card was attached, and you picked it up, opening it and reading the elegant handwriting.

‘Until next time, darling.’

You shook your head, setting the card aside and glancing at the flowers. They were beautiful, but you couldn't help but feel unsettled by them. This was just a game to him, and you weren't sure what his end goal was.

"Who are those from?" one of your coworkers asked, looking over your shoulder.

"Um, they're from a friend," you said, not wanting to explain the entire situation.

"A friend?" she asked, a mischievous smile on her lips.

"Just a friend," you said, giving her a warning look.

"Okay, fine, whatever," she said, her tone playful. "But he must really like you."

"It's not like that," you insisted, but the words felt hollow.

"Mhm, sure," she said, clearly not convinced.

You rolled your eyes, turning back to the flowers. You could already hear the rumors that would start circulating, and you didn't like the idea of having to correct them.

Shaking your head, you tried to focus on your work, but your mind kept wandering. What did he want? Why was he so intent on tormenting you?

Your boss came out of her office, a huge smile on her face. "Hi, can I have everyone gather around for a quick meeting?"

You made brief eye contact with your coworker and she rolled her eyes. Everyone was used to these meetings being nothing more than a thinly veiled excuse for your boss to brag about herself.

"We have some wonderful news. A new donor has come in," she announced, her voice dripping with enthusiasm. "He has graciously offered to provide a very large grant, enough for us to fund the expansion of our building and also to provide additional resources for the homeless."

A few people clapped politely, and she continued, clearly enjoying the attention.

"He has asked that our organization help plan a charity gala, with his generous pledge providing the funding. We will have a team of planners working on this, and the rest of you can provide input when needed," she explained, her gaze sweeping the room. "We will need someone to head up this project, and I would like that person to be (Y/N)."

You nodded, already taking notes on what would need to be done. You had done a few events like this before, but you hoped this donor could provide much needed funds.

"Thank you everyone for your hard work, we're going to make a real difference," your boss said, beaming.

Everyone returned to their desks, and you immediately got to work, creating a spreadsheet of tasks and due dates. As you worked, you could see your boss coming up to your desk, a pleased expression on her face.

"You can have the conference room to work, the donor Mr. Mikaelson wishes to be involved in the planning and will meet with you tomorrow," she informed you.

You froze, your heart hammering in your chest. "Mr. Mikaelson? As in Elijah Mikaelson?"

"Yes, he's… a bit peculiar and wants to make sure the event is perfect," she said, not picking up on your anxiety.

"Right," you said, nodding, your mind going a million miles a minute. "What's the budget?"

"Oh, it's actually a bit odd, he chose a very specific number," she leaned in and whispered, looking around to make sure no one could overhear. "Twenty thousand three hundred and twenty five dollars,"

You felt sick. The same amount as the suit. He was toying with you, this some sort of weird power move. You couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

"Is everything alright?" your boss asked, her brow furrowed.

"I'm fine, just...trying to wrap my head around the numbers," you said, forcing a smile.

"Alright, well, let me know if you need anything," she said, giving you a quick pat on the shoulder before walking off.

You stared down at the spreadsheet, your hands shaking. What was he playing at? This was clearly a message, but what was the point? To humiliate you? To force you into some sort of twisted arrangement? You couldn't believe he was messing with your job, your livelihood… over a stupid coffee stain.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. You couldn't afford to lose your cool, especially now that you knew what Elijah was capable of.

"You okay?" a coworker asked, looking over at you with concern.

"Great," you said, your voice tight. "Just working on this new project."

"It's nice to have a big donor, we've needed some help for a while," she said, giving you a friendly smile.

"Yeah," you said, not able to muster up the same enthusiasm. "I'm just glad we have the resources."

"Me too," she said, before returning to her work.

You sighed, trying to focus on the task at hand. But the anxiety was still gnawing at you, making it difficult to concentrate. You knew you would have to see Elijah tomorrow, and the thought terrified you.

The walk to the conference room felt like a death march, your legs heavy and your heart racing. You could already feel his presence, like a dark cloud hanging over the room.

You had barely slept, and when you did you had a very strange and intimate dream involving you and Elijah rolling around on coffee stained sheets. You had woken up, covered in a cold sweat and a little horny.

Now, as you opened the door and stepped into the room, the air seemed to crackle with tension. He was sitting at the table, dressed in a crisp suit, his hair perfectly styled, and his expression smug.

"Hello, darling," he said, his tone deceptively friendly. "Nice to see you again."

You narrowed your eyes at him, refusing to play along. "Hello Mr. Mikaelson. Let's get started, shall we?"

"Of course," he said, his gaze moving down your body. "You look lovely, as always."

You bit back a sharp retort, forcing yourself to remain professional. You couldn't afford to lose this job and his donation was substantial.

"So, the first step is choosing a venue," you began, trying to keep your voice steady.

"That has already been arranged, it will be hosted at my home," he informed you, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

"Okay, that's great," you said, swallowing hard. "Do you have a specific theme in mind?"

"I was thinking of a masquerade ball," he suggested, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Interesting choice," you said, taking notes on a pad of paper.

"You don't approve?" he asked, his tone playful.

"No, it's not that, it just seems a little overdone," you said, avoiding his gaze.

"It's a classic for a reason," he said, a smile tugging at his lips.

You sighed, "It's your party, if that's what you want, that's what we'll do."

He chuckled, enjoying your thinly veiled frustration. "Don't worry, you'll enjoy yourself."

You scoffed, shaking your head. "I'm not going."

"Oh, yes you are," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

"No, I'm not," you replied, glaring at him.

"You're going, because if you don't, I'll rescind my donation," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

His threat made your blood run cold, and you knew he meant every word.

"Why are you doing this?" you asked, trying to mask the anger in your voice.

"Doing what?" he asked, feigning innocence.

You leaned in close, lowering your voice. "Listen, you capitalist piece of shit. Leave me alone. Stop fucking with me."

"Sweetheart, I haven't even begun to fuck with you," he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. "And I'm really not what you think I am."

"I know exactly what you are," you hissed, barely controlling the urge to throttle him.

"Do tell," he said, his voice laced with amusement.

"You, and people like you are the reason we have poverty in this country. You have so much money and yet, you hoard it, you don't care about people like me or those who are less fortunate," you spat out, the anger burning hot in your chest.

He was silent for a moment, studying your face. Then, a slow smile spread across his lips. "You're quite passionate, aren't you?"

"Go to hell," you said, your jaw clenching.

"Now, now, darling. That's no way to speak to a benefactor," he chided, a smirk on his lips.

"You're not a benefactor, you're a menace," you shot back, not bothering to hide your disdain. "A drain on society,"

"I'll only say this one more time, I'm not what you think I am," he repeated, his expression unreadable.

"What are you then, huh?" you challenged, arching an eyebrow.

There was a quiet knock at the door, and one of your coworkers stuck her head in. "Oh, sorry, am I interrupting?"

"Not at all," Elijah said, smiling warmly. "What can I help you with?"

"Your coffee order has arrived Mr. Mikaelson," she said, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"Very good, bring it in," he instructed, his gaze never leaving yours.

You could smell the coffee, the scent filling the room, and your heart sank. This was clearly another dig at you, a way for him to remind you of your mistakes. He was so calculated, so ruthless, and it infuriated you.

She handed him a tray with two cups of coffee and a plate of pastries. "Here you go, sir. Would you like anything else?"

"No, that's all," he said, a smug smile tugging at his lips. "Thank you,"

She left the room, her cheeks still flushed, and you could see her casting glances at him as she walked away. It was obvious that he had the same effect on others as he did on you.

"Would you like some coffee, darling?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

You glared at him, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms. He was being such a child, trying to get a reaction out of you, and it was working.

"Suit yourself," he said, a sly smile on his lips, "So, where were we?"

He took a long sip, his gaze never leaving yours. You were tempted to flip him off, but instead, you simply sat there, silently fuming until you couldn't stop the words from pouring out of your mouth.

"You're an asshole," you seethed, the anger finally boiling over.

He chuckled, placing his coffee cup down. "You know, I've been called worse."

"I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing, but I'm not interested," you continued, your hands balling into fists.

He could see how worked up you were, and his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Relax, I'm not trying to ruin your life,"

"Then why are you doing this?" you demanded, your voice shaking slightly.

"You're smart, why do you think?" he countered, leaning back in his chair, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You're attracted to me, and for some fucked up reason, this is how you decided to show it," you said, unable to hold back your irritation.

"Partly, yes," he agreed, smirking.

"Partly?" you echoed, not believing his arrogance.

"There are many things I find attractive about you," he said, his gaze moving slowly down your body, "Not just your physical attributes."

"Are we done here?" You snapped, standing up and gathering your belongings.

"I suppose, as long as you'll be attending the gala," he replied, getting to his feet and walking you towards the door.

"Fine," you growled, not meeting his eyes. "You're such a fucking prick,"

"Such language," he chided, a playful smirk on his lips. His hand reached out, and he brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the gesture surprisingly gentle.

You didn't want to enjoy his touch, nor did you want to admit the effect he had on you. So, you simply glared at him, refusing to back down.

"You're wasting my time, I need to get back to work," you said, trying to sound firm.

"Of course," he said, not moving away from the door.

"Can you move?" you asked, irritated.

"Only if you ask nicely," he murmured, his gaze dropping to your lips once more.

Your cheeks flushed, and you struggled to stay composed. He was so close, and his scent was intoxicating. Your eyes met his, and for a moment, you forgot to breathe. His dark eyes searched yours, and you could feel his warm breath on your cheek. He leaned in slowly, giving you ample opportunity to stop him. But you didn't, you were frozen in place, unable to resist the pull of his presence.

Just as his lips were about to touch yours, a loud knocking startled you, causing him to pull away.

Your boss came into the room, a large smile on her face.

"Hi, Mr. Mikaelson, thank you again for your generous donation. I just wanted to check in and see how the planning was going," she said, her tone overly bright and cheerful.

"It's going great, thanks," you managed to say, your mind reeling.

"Excellent," she said, looking between the two of you.

Elijah had his hands casually in his pockets, a slight smirk on his lips. While you were a complete mess, your cheeks flushed and your pulse raced. But if your boss noticed anything, she didn't let on.

"I'll leave the remaining work in your capable hands," he said, his gaze locked onto yours.

"Um, yeah, sure," you stammered, your mind still fuzzy from the near kiss.

He turned to your boss, a charming smile on his face. "Thank you for your hospitality, it was a pleasure."

"You're welcome," she said, blushing slightly. "And thank you again for the generous donation. We'll see you at the gala."

"Until then," he said, giving you one last heated look before leaving the room.

You watched him go, feeling confused and conflicted. What the hell had just happened?

"Are you alright?" your boss asked, her brow furrowed.

"Yeah, fine," you said, forcing a smile.

"He's a handsome one, isn't he? All class," she said, sighing dreamily.

You simply nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. You could still feel the ghost of his lips against yours, and the memory of his touch lingering on your skin.

"I'll leave you to it," your boss said, leaving the room.

You sank into a chair, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. What was wrong with you? Why did this man affect you so much? He was a jerk, a bully, and a complete asshole. So why couldn't you stop thinking about him?

You shook your head, trying to clear the fog. Elijah Mikaelson was going to be the death of you.

{Part One}{Part Three}{Part Four}

[disillusionedllove]

Would you have the heart?

Summary: Reader is a villain and just finished up the last of her mission. As she was cleaning up her mess, she hears something nearby. But she doesn’t expect it to be a gorgeous redhead to be the origin of the sound.

Warnings- Slight violence with knife (Not much!!), G!P Reader, i think thats it? 18+ MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 1915

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Here you were, disposing of another body in a very trashy dumpster down to very end of the alleyway. Honestly if it were under different circumstances, you would have killed this man in the river, but he just wouldn’t shut up.

Finally closing the lid of the dumpster, you shrug off your leather jacket, it was practically drenched in blood. But you pause, hearing a noise in the distance ahead of you, like a squeaking of a shoe? It was clear that the individual was trying to stay quiet.

Grabbing your knife you hold it up, ready to pounce but still lowered down incase it wasn’t a threat. Keeping your back to one of the walls of the alleyway, you peer around the corner, seeing a bright red flash. 

In a flash, you grab their collar and take them into the dark alley. Shoving them against the wall where only little moonlight shone. Soon making you realize that the person you shoved had been a woman, a gorgeous one with straight bright red hair and beaming green eyes. 

What the fuck? Why are you acting like that? Weird. You tighten your grip on her shoulders and neck, waiting for her to speak. 

“I saw what you did to that man.”

“Don’t know what you want me to do about it, make you unsee it? He deserved it.”

“He could have had a family.”

“He was planning to kill them anyways, might as well save them from the betrayal.”

You loosen your grip upon her, now realizing that she cant do much as save him if the man is already dead. But your hands still hover along her shoulders and neck.

She seems to be analyzing you, you noticed her eyebrows furrow deeper and deeper as she hears your quick answers. You couldn’t help it, it was all true, the man has been going for your head for years, but turned his attention to his family once you gone off the radar.

“Don’t think I’ll let you go, Red. I just so happen to know that you’re going to snitch to whoever you work for, make a new enemy of me.”

“How’d you know that.” Her gaze seems to falter just for a split second, enough for you to catch.  Before her facade is brung back up, higher than before.

“You know there is always two different types of heros.” You trail the hand on her neck to trace her jaw as you spoke. “Ones that always make it on the cover of the magazine, praised for all their glory as they defeat the “biggest” of all enemies.”

Unbeknownst to her, you bring your other hand away from her shoulder to bring the tip of the knife to point at her neck. “Or the hero’s that stay under the radar, staying out of the public eye. Not letting anybody know who they actually are… And you just so happen to be the one on the magazines, Romanoff.”

You honestly wonder why she hasn’t attacked you yet for figuring her out. You wonder whats her next move as your eyes scan her face, your eyebrows furrowed.

“Im here to take you in. We could give you better chances, opportunities, if you’d just come with me, Y/n.” Natasha sighed, seeming desperate? Which made you raise an eyebrow.

“Take ME in? You and your little boy band must have a shit ton of death wishes huh?” You laugh, your wings spreading out slightly behind you. Making Natasha wonder how she never noticed them with how large they were.

“Maybe, but it really all just depends if it’s worth the risk.” 

“The risk you’re talking about is way bigger than your boyband could handle, I’m a threat, anybody could admit that. I can take this town out in a matter of seconds.” You hissed, moving your head closer to hers, your breath fanning over her overly pierced ear.

Natasha shudders at your gesture, unknowingly leaning into it. “But you wouldn’t have the heart to do it? You know you’re capable, but are you able to put your mind to it?” She’s confident, you could give her that, maybe way too confident..

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You don’t know exactly how or when this happened, or got in this position but you weren’t going to complain. Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow of the Avengers, has you against the wall now. 

The thing is, she wasn’t going to kill you, instead you find her on her knees, rubbing your throbbing member through your jeans. Shes teasing you. You didn’t have to think twice about that as she painfully unzips your jeans in a very slow matter.

“Fuck” You mutter, this was like torture. By the time Natasha got your cock free from its restraints, your cock practically sprung out throbbing, the tip a deep red with precum leaking from its slit. Natasha’s eyes widened a fraction, now realizing that your dick was bigger than she thought.

Brushing that thought aside, Natasha leaned forward and kitten licked your tip, humming at the taste of your tangy yet sweet precum. Before using the rest to help lube up your shaft as she pumps your dick, pulling a groan from you as you tilt your head back and resting it on the wall behind you.

Soon deciding that was enough, Natasha leaned forward again, wrapping her plump lips on your throbbing cock. She swirled her tongue along your tip, paying extra attention to your slit, as she started to deep throat you, running her tongue along the veins on the underside of your cock. 

You moan out into the air, your wings fluttering behind you on the wall as you take your hand and run it gently through her hair, tugging lightly which pulls a moan from Natasha’s throat.

Natasha soon enough has your whole shaft down her throat, but not without gagging. Her eyes well up a light shade of red as tears start to form, her head bopping up and down on your cock as your hand rests upon her head guiding her. 

“Goddamn Natasha, you’re way too good at this” You moaned once again, lifting your head as you shift your gaze back onto her. She keeps strong eye contact with you as she bops her head faster, her other hand reaching up to fondle with your balls as she brings you to your climax. 

You cried out, cum spurting out from your cock into the depths of her throat. Natasha stayed there for a moment, once she was assured that you were done, she pulled away from your cock, a string of saliva mixed with cum following.

She honestly looked beautiful, her lipstick slightly smudged, a light pink tint to her cheeks, her hair slightly messed up, her eyes dark with what seemed like lust. 

You instantly pull her up into a deep kiss, your lips moving together passionately as you cup her jaw with one hand and the other is reaching down to her hips. 

Pulling away from the kiss, you look at Natasha as if asking for consent while your hand rests on the waistband of her pants. She nods her head in response to which you start unbuttoning her pants, trying to slow your desperate moves.

Assisting you, Natasha kicked away the offending material and puts her hands on either side of your jaw, pulling you into a more desperate yet still passionate kiss. You pull her flush into your body by her hips, your grip tight.

You spin her around, making Natasha gasp into the kiss as her back makes contact with the wall. You pull away as your trail kissed down the side of her neck, leaving love bites on her collarbone above the collar of her shirt. 

Natasha moans as she loops one arm around your neck, gripping on one of your wings like they were a handle bar. As her other hand travels down where your bodies meet and grabs a hold of your cock, slowly stroking it.

Getting the message, you dip your hands under the material of her lace panties, feeling her drenched folds as you massage her clit. Soon enough, you tap her thigh with your left arm, a gesture for her to jump as you carry her.

You continue rubbing her clit as she rests her back against the rough brick wall. You spread your wings partially, curving them around your bodies. You could still see out but other individuals wont be able to distinguish your antics. 

“Hurry up… Fuck!” Natasha grunts it soon turning into a moan as you press down on her clit. Your lips meeting her neck again, kissing and sucking on it as you create more and more hickeys until there was no space. Pulling away, you rest your forehead on hers, panting heavily as your right hand reaches down to your cock to line yourself up.

“Hurry up? Beg” You laugh as you slammed your length into Natasha, causing a loud moan to rip out of her. “C’mon baby, beg.” As you slow your thrusts to a torturously slow pace.

“Fuck! Fuck… Forget it.” She cries out as she somehow creates an even tighter grip on your wings as she tries moving her hips against you, humping you until your grip on her hip tightens which effectively stops her.

“I know you have it in you baby, come on baby, beg for me.” You mumble against the juncture of her neck in a soft tone.

“Goddamnit…Please Y/n! I need you, please..” She practically whimpers, her nails digging into your wings proving how desperate she is. Her strong facade from earlier is long gone compared to her now.

Her words riled you up even more, making you fasten your pace, your hips meet hers more frequently. All you could hear was Natasha’s whimpers and moans and the sound of skin slapping , everything else just tuned out.

The sound of Natasha’s moans in your ear and her scratching up your wings and back turned you on even more. Resulting in you turning your hips and pounding into her wet pussy from a different angle. Her moans and cries got louder by the second, and you could tell she was getting close too.

Sucking one nipple in your mouth, you nibble and suck on it as you bring one of your hands down between your colliding bodies. You rub her clit frantically as you continue rutting her into the wall, your thrusts getting more sloppy. 

“Fuckk.. Babyyy. Im gonna cum” You moaned in Natasha’s ear, your hot breath fanning over her ear and neck.

“ Y/n!! Please! Please” Natasha begs as you pound into her, her hands roaming and scratching anywhere she could reach, arms, back, wings, waist.

“Fuck!! Cum baby, cum!” You grunted as Natasha came first, her walls pulling you more in making it hard for you to move. Triggering your orgasm as you felt her walls tighten around your shaft, your mixed juices gushing together as some fell out of her cunt. Your wings fluttering in pleasure behind you as you keep your cock in Natasha to keep juices from spilling as you both pant to catch your breaths.

You rest your head in the crook of her neck as you still try to catch your breath, leaving tiny kisses on her collarbone and shoulder.

“So are you going with me back to the compound, round two can be there.” Natasha breathed, still out of breath.

“I’ll take you up on your offer Nat.”

[midnightdahlias]

Bait for a Broken Heart

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summery - Sam tries to protect you from harm, but you end up hurt either way word count - 3.5k cws - fem!reader, kinda fluff and angst (ig), typical supernatural violence and gore, mild language, mentions of injury, unrequited love (not rlly), lmk if i missed anything a/n - can you tell i'm a Sam girl? this one took hoursss to write, but i quite like how it turned out, comments and rebloggs are always appreciated. also feel frre to send requests and thanks for the love on the others. happy reading !

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Even the best of hunters get hurt.

It’s part of the job description, sure. You know the risks. You take them anyway, so others don’t have to. So you can help those who can’t help themselves.

But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck. That doesn’t mean it’s not terrifying.

Demons are nasty creatures. Shocking, right? They’re violent, cruel, relentless. And today, you got to experience firsthand just how twisted they can be.

You’d only gone for a walk to clear your head when a pair of demons with a vendetta against the Winchesters jumped you. You didn’t even hear them coming, too wrapped up in your thoughts from your argument with Sam. Then, darkness. A swift blow to the back of your head, and you were out cold.

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You’d known Sam and Dean for years now, worked so many hunts with them, spent so much time together. It had started as just another job, but somewhere along the way, you’d grown close. Very close.

Although you seemed to find yourself with one of the brothers consitently dancing around your mind, whether you were together or apart. Sam.

Sam was different. He was sweet, gentle—much more laid-back than his brother. You liked how soft he was, how deeply he cared for people, for you. You and Sam were friends, but there was something about him that pulled you in deeper, something you couldn’t quite name. And, truth be told, you cared for him. More than you should.

But lately? Sam had been distant, his usual warmth replaced with something cold and guarded. It was subtle at first, just a shift. But you felt it. And it hurt more than you cared to admit. It made your stomach twist in knots, leaving you wondering if you’d done something wrong. If he was starting to pull away from you.

And the worst part? He wasn’t saying anything about it. It was like pulling teeth trying to get him to talk. You’d hoped, at least, you were friends—he’d talk to you. But maybe that was just wishful thinking.

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When you woke, your head was spinning. You were slumped against some wooden beam, your arms and legs bound by thick ropes. You could feel the sticky warmth of blood from your scalp.

The room around you was pitch black, save for a sliver of moonlight creeping through a small window. You tried to move, but the ropes were too tight. You always kept a hidden blade or two, but of course, whoever captured you had already found them

Then, the door slammed open. A dark figure stepped inside, barely visible at first. But then the light flicked on.

“Who the hell are you?” you spat.

“Name’s Damian.” He stepped closer, and that’s when you saw it, a distinct featute that you’d grown to know all to well. His eyes were black as coal. He was a demon.

‘’What do you want with me?” You sneered.

“Other than the fact that you’re a nuisance? Nothing,” he said. Then, his lips curled into something ugly. “It’s the Winchesters we want. You’re just bait.”

His words sent a chill down your spine.

"Go to hell," you snapped, and before he could say anything, you spat directly in his face.

He wiped it off, a dark sneer curling on his lips. “Bitch,” he hissed before punching you square in the face.

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“What’s wrong?” you asked, frustration seeping into your voice as you sat across from Sam in the motel room.

He barely looked up from his laptop. “What?”

“You’ve barely said three words to me in two weeks. What’s going on?” You couldn’t keep the edge out of your tone. It was exhausting being ignored.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Sam mumbled dismissively.

“Seriously?” You raised your voice, growing more frustrated by the second. “If I’ve done something, just tell me!”

“I’m just tired, okay? I need space, just… drop it” he snapped.

You blinked, taken aback by the sharpness in his voice. But then, your stubbornness kicked in, and you couldn’t let it go.

“Yeah, you look real tired, especially when you’re joking around with Dean. Fine. You want space? Fine I’ll give you space,” you shot back, grabbing your coat and storming out without giving him a chance to respond.

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It had been almost an hour since your walk, and as much as you didn’t want Sam and Dean walking into a trap, part of you wondered if they even realized you were gone, or worse, if they cared.

Your body was bruised and battered, blood oozing from the cuts and scrapes. The demons hadn’t cared that you weren’t their real target; you were just a hunter they could use to hurt the Winchesters

The door swung open again, and a second demon stepped in, motioning for Damian to follow. He looked back at you with a venomous smile.

“I’ll be right back, sweetheart,” Damian said before leaving.

Now was your chance. Your mind raced as you scanned the room for anything sharp—anything you could use to cut the ropes. Then, you spotted a shard of glass within reach.

You worked quickly, sawing at the thick ropes, every motion desperate and frantic, praying it was sharp enough to work. Your eyes flickered constantly to the door, watching for any sign of the demon coming back. Whatever had pulled him away seemed to be keeping him busy, but you knew that wouldn’t last long. Then, you felt it, the ropes finally giving way with a satisfying snap. Without hesitation, you left the frayed remnants of the bindings on your wrists and went straight for your ankles, cutting through those with the same urgency. You couldn’t afford to waste another second.

As you cut through the final rope, your mind raced. Getting past the door wasn’t an option. You had no idea how many demons were on the other side, and rushing in blind would be a death wish.

Then, your eyes landed on the window. If you could just get it open, maybe, just maybe, you could slip through. You pushed yourself to your feet, wincing at the pain, but adrenaline kept you steady.

You hobbled over to the window, praying it wasn’t locked, and gave it a tentative push. The creak of the frame made your heart race, but it slid open with just enough space to fit. With a surge of determination, you pushed yourself up, forcing your body through the narrow gap. The sharp edges of the frame scraped against your skin, but you barely registered the pain.

A moment later, you hit the ground hard. You didn’t have time to savor the freedom. They’d notice you were gone soon enough. So after a second of your feet hitting the ground, you took off running as fast as your body would allow. You had no idea where you were going but you’d figure that out after, because anywhere was better than right here.

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Sam was furious with himself. He should’ve stopped you. He knew it. But if he had, it would have forced him to face the truth; something he wasn’t ready to admit, not even to himself.

But now that didn’t matter. Because you were missing, and he couldn’t shake the guilt. He should’ve stopped you.

His mind drifted back to when you two first met. He remembered thinking you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. He’d never said anything, of course—he couldn’t. Being around you had always been intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough of you, of your laugh, your smile, the way your eyes lit up when you were excited. Everything about you made his heart race.

But the more he was around you, the harder it got to push down the feelings that were growing inside him. He tried to ignore it, tried to bury it, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t risk losing you, not like that. Sam had never had it easy with love—everyone he’d ever cared about always seemed to get hurt. He couldn’t do that to you. In his eyes, you were too good, too pure for someone like him. He was afraid his darkness would taint you.

So he distanced himself. He thought it would make things easier, but it didn’t. It hurt more than he could ever have imagined. When you’d argued in the motel room, when you’d walked out, it took everything in him not to run after you, not to wrap you up in his arms and never let go. But he couldn’t. He acted cold. Uncaring.

And when he saw the hurt in your eyes, when he saw you trying to mask your pain under anger and frustration, it shattered him. He’d tried to protect you, to keep you safe. But in the end, he only ended up hurting you more.

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You kept running, your body aching with every step. Blood dripped from your wounds, the pain relentless, but you knew one thing—if you stopped now, the demons would catch you. You didn’t have a choice. So you pushed on, drawing from every last bit of strength, every ounce of adrenaline left in your system. The trees started to thin out, and you saw the break in the forest, the familiar silhouette of the road ahead.

You stumbled out from the trees. The only sound to be heard was your ragged breathing, and the only light was the dim glow from distant streetlamps. You had no idea where you were, but there was no time to think about it. And that’s when you saw it, the headlights of a car, bright and blinding in the dark.

You froze, not sure if you could get out of the way in time. The car skidded to a halt just a few feet from you, the tires screeching in the silence of the night. Before you could even react, the doors swung open, and footsteps rushed toward you.

You barely had time to process what was happening before you heard a familiar voice call out your name.

“Sam…”

Your voice was barely a whisper, rough and strained from the screams you’d held back in that hellhole. His name escaped your lips in a breathless murmur, but you couldn’t stop the world from spinning. You were fading fast.

“Hey, hey, what happened to you?” Sam’s voice was a mix of panic and disbelief, his hands steadying you as your knees buckled. He was there. He was really there. But it didn’t matter. The exhaustion, the pain, the adrenaline, it all crashed down at once.

Before you could answer him, the world around you went black, and you slipped into unconsciousness, the last thing you felt was Sam’s arms catching you, holding you close as everything slipped away.

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Sam's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with guilt and fear. He couldn’t believe he had let you walk out of that room. Every part of him screamed that he should have stopped you, that he should’ve said something. Now, here you were, unconscious in his arms, and all he could do was curse himself for his letting you go.

Thirty minutes had passed since you left, and the slowly increasing worry had turned into full-blown panic. Just as Sam was about to run out the door to find you, the motel door creaked open. His breath caught in his throat, but the moment he turned around, his hope shattered. It wasn’t you.

“Sammy? What’s going on? Are you okay?” Dean’s voice cut through his thoughts, full of concern. Sam didn’t even look up. He couldn’t. Not when the weight of everything was crashing down on him.

Dean’s eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene. He noticed the absence of you right away. His concern deepened. Sam could barely make sense of the words spilling from his mouth, his thoughts too scattered, his heart too heavy. He tried to explain what had happened, the argument, the way you had left, but his words were a jumble. All he could focus on was the sickening feeling in his gut. Something was wrong. He knew it.

The brothers didn’t waste any time. They searched the motel, asking the front desk clerk if anyone had seen you. But the answer was always the same: no. With no other choice, they hopped in the Impala and started driving, stopping at every place still open, hoping for a clue, hoping someone had seen you. But nothing. No one had seen you. The knot in Sam’s stomach tightened with each passing minute.

Just when he thought he might lose his mind, he saw movement in the distance. Someone running into the road, a dark figure weaving between the streetlights. His heart stuttered when he realized who it was, even from this far away. You.

But as he rushed to get closer, dread gripped him. You weren’t just running aimlessly, you were running from something. You were covered in blood, your clothes torn and stained, bruises blooming across your skin. The ropes that had bound you were still hanging from your wrists and ankles, making Sam feel sick to his stomach from the sight.

“Hey! Hey!” Sam called out, his voice breaking with desperation. You didn’t seem to hear him, your movements uncoordinated, like you were lost in a daze. Sam’s chest tightened. "What happened to you?”

He took a step toward you, his voice shaking as he gently reached out for you. But before you could even answer, your body went limp, your legs giving way beneath you. Sam’s heart skipped a beat as he rushed forward, catching your unconscious form before it could hit the ground. His arms wrapped around you instinctively, holding you tight, but inside, his panic was overwhelming.

"God," he muttered, his voice rough with emotion. "I’m so sorry”

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When you regained consciousness, you were back in the motel room, lying on a somewhat comfortable mattress. You tried to move, but a sharp pain in your abdomen made you hiss.

“Hey, hey, careful. Careful,” a soft voice came from beside you—Sam’s voice.

A wave of relief washed over you as you felt his familiar hands helping you sit up against the headboard. The simple act of his touch, grounding and steadying you, settled the panic that had been brewing in your chest.

As your senses fully returned, you noticed that the ropes that had bound you were no longer around your limbs. You also observed that someone, presumably Sam, had attempted to patch you up. His hands were still gentle on you: one holding a cold compress to your forehead, the other resting on your back from when he helped you sit.

The warmth of his touch made your stomach flutter.

“How are you feeling?” Sam asked, his voice still thick with concern.

“Sore, but alive,” you said with a weak chuckle, trying to lighten the mood that seemed to hang heavily in the room. But even that small movement made you hiss in pain, and you could see the worry flicker across Sam’s face.

Sam’s expression was unreadable, his eyes distant as if he were trying to process everything. You didn’t know what he was thinking or what he might say, but you definitely didn’t expect the apology that came next.

“I’m so, so sorry,” Sam blurted, his voice tinged with guilt. “I should never have let you leave like that. I was being a dick, and now you’re hurt because of me.”

His words struck deep, breaking your heart. You reached for his hand, trying to calm him. “Sam, this wasn’t your fault. It was demons... you didn’t do this.”

But he shook his head, the guilt swallowing him whole. “It is my fault. None of this would’ve happened if I hadn’t let you leave. If I hadn’t been a jerk... If I hadn’t pushed you away. I was only trying to protect you.”

“What?” you asked, furrowing your brow at his words.

Sam hesitated, like he was weighing whether to go on. His eyes flickered to yours, and in that moment, all his walls came down. He couldn’t hide anymore.

“I thought... if I pushed you away, you’d be safer. Everyone around me gets hurt. I couldn’t bear the thought of you getting hurt because of me. You mean so much to me, and the idea of losing you, of you being hurt because of me, it’s too much. But I couldn’t protect you... and you still got hurt.” He stammered through the words, his voice trembling, tt was like he was… nervous?

His confession left you stunned. It made your heart flutter, you knew exactly what he was saying. But you needed him to say it.

“What are you trying to say, Sam?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, urging him to go on.

He looked at you, really looked at you. This time, his gaze was soft and vulnerable, like he was laying his heart bare for you to see. He opened his mouth to speak but seemed to lose the words, his breath hitching in his chest.

Then, without a word, he leaned forward, and before you knew it, his lips met yours. The kiss was slow, tender, and gentle, but it carried something deeper, an unspoken desperation, a fierce love that he hadn’t known how to express until now.

For a moment, the world disappeared. It was just the two of you, tangled together in a fragile, perfect moment.

When Sam pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, hisbreath shaky as he whispered, “I love you.”

In that moment, time stood still. Neither of you noticed that Dean had returned from his demon hunt, ensuring that the bastards who’d hurt you would never get the chance to do it again.

As he stood in the doorway, watching the scene before him, he muttered with a grin, “Took you two long enough.”

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[lovebugism]

“ Sneak out and come watch the stars with me. ” this gives me such Steve vibes. maybe something cute and romantic? I’m in my feels hahaha

thanks for your request, angel! please enjoy xoxo — steve takes his bad-at-feelings gf on a romantic outing. it goes exactly how he expected. (mean-ish!reader, fluff, 1.8k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

The forest behind the suburbs of Maple Street is sparse and full of green. Illuminated by a blue moon and blinking yellow fireflies, Steve holds your hand and leads you through thin trees and tall grass. 

You follow behind him and try hopelessly to keep up with his longer strides. A cat-like grin pulls at your mouth as you joke, “You know, when you said you wanted to sneak out and watch the stars, I thought that was a euphemism for something.”

Steve looks over his shoulder at you. His honey eyes squint as he flashes you a lopsided smile. “Is that really how low you think of me, sweetheart?”

“I just forget how much of a romantic you are sometimes.”

Your sneakers scuff against the dirt when Steve stops suddenly in front of you. He takes a step closer, smoothing his broad hands up your bare arms. His sparkling touch leaves prickling goosebumps on your skin. He stops at the sleeves of your t-shirt, long fingers warm where they sprawl below your shoulders.

“That’s exactly why I have to remind you then, huh?” he singsongs, bending softly at the waist to kiss you. 

You’re too busy rolling your eyes at his cheesy remark to meet him halfway. His plush lips brush the very corner of your mouth.

A couple more steps, and the woods break off into a clearing. A black lake sits in the middle of it all, sparkling under neon moonlight. The other side is lined with thicker trees in a more velvet shade of green. It’s lush, filled with the buzzing sounds of nightlife, and smelling heavily of summertime.

It’s the kind of beauty that takes your breath away. Sort of like the pretty boy beside you.

Steve catches you staring, and you cower. You purse your quiet smile to the side of your mouth when he flashes you a similar grin. Your eyes narrow accusingly, “How did you know this was back here?”

The boy’s beam ebbs instantaneously, mourning the fleeting moment of pure adoration. His fingers wrap gently around your wrist, tugging you closer to the clearing. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s just sit, yeah?”

Before you can complain about your good jeans getting dirty, he strips himself of his summer jacket and spreads it on the grassy bank below you. He shoots you a knowing look in the meanwhile — full of twinkling eyes and quirked lips — as though anticipating your protest. You meet it with a halfhearted glower.

“How many times did you come out here with Nancy Wheeler, then, huh?” you tease as you descend onto the polyester fabric.

Steve huffs when he plops down beside you. “You’re an absolute glutton for punishment, you know that?”

“I just like making fun of you—”

“Of course you do.”

“—And also, I think it’s really funny you took me to a spot you used to take your ex,” you conclude with a giggle sputtering from your mouth. Your laugh is high and airy, like it’s actually funny to you and not a confession of misplaced jealousy. 

It’s the only reason Steve smiles softly back at you. “Shut up,” he grouses quietly despite his grin. “I just wanted to get out of that house, alright? It was getting way too loud in there.”

The Wheeler’s were having a weekend get-together. There was no real occasion for it other than the want to decorate their big house and bigger backyard for the summer season. You figured that was the sort of thing rich people did whenever they got bored.

The afternoon was pretty tolerable, but the kids only seemed to get more wired as the night progressed. You could only tolerate the yelling in Mike Wheeler’s basement for so long.

“We can’t stay gone for too long,” you tell him as you settle into his side.

Steve wraps an arm around your shoulder to press you further into him. The side of your arm rests against his ribs. His cologne embraces you the same way he does, engulfing you with its clean musky scent.

The boy laughs. “Why? ‘Cause everyone will think we’re screwing?”

“No,” you drawl with your own breathy giggle. “Because I promised Holly we’d do your makeup before bedtime.”

A beat passes. You tilt your chin to stare up at the boy beside you. You met his deadpanned expression with a mischievous grin. 

“No, you didn’t,” he challenges with narrowed honey eyes.

“I absolutely did— right after I promised we’d play Princess and Dragons with her, actually.”

Steve’s brows pinch. “Since when do dragons wear makeup?”

“…You’re the princess, Stevie.”

“Right,” he concedes, licking his lips and trying his best to feign annoyance. He’s too full of adoration for you not to smile, though. His pink lips quirk in a crooked smirk as he shakes his head at you. “You’re lucky I love you, you know that?”

“Oh,” you hum. “You love me, huh?”

That phrase was a new one. Well, between the two of you, anyway. 

You’d said it first — blurted it, really — at breakfast a few mornings ago. Steve griped that you beat him to the punch, right before he said it back to you. He said he’d wanted to say it for a while but could never find the courage to. You haven’t quite let him live it down.

“Unfortunately,” he grumbles.

“Well, that just sucks for you.”

“Does it now?”

“Mhmm,” you answer wordlessly as you lean in closer to him, your mouths mere inches apart. You can smell Coca-Cola and chocolate ice cream on his breath when it entwines with your own.

“And why’s that?”

You grin when your noses brush together. “‘Cause I love you back.”

“God,” he grimaces quietly. “That’s disgusting.”

You nod. The tip of your nose brushes the structured bridge of his. “Absolutely repulsive.”

Your lips lock hardly a second later. His plush pink ones press against your own in a lingering peck. 

You didn’t know how much you missed the feel of him until now. You hadn’t felt so starved for him all day, but now that you finally have him against your mouth, you feel like he’s bringing your withering figure back to life.

You sigh against him. You feel the smile on his mouth at the feeling of the heavy breath fanning over his cupid’s bow. Steve pulls back, then kisses you deeper. His plush lips part to open yours. His tongue slips between them, warm and wet. The irregular pattern of the pink muscle juts against your own. 

You vaguely feel his hand curl around the back of your neck before you feel the dewy grass pressing against your back. 

A soft gasp is inhaled through your nose when the boy unexpectedly lays you back. Your eyes flutter open while your lips continue to be so ardently kissed. You squirm at the feeling of your shirt dampening and wonder if the icky feeling is worth being so close to him.

Before you can answer, you gasp again. This time through your mouth.

Steve pulls back, frightened that he’s hurt you. His wide chocolate eyes dart over your face, checking for any sign that something might be wrong. “What? What happened?”

“It’s Hercules!” you answer.

His brows furrow. “It’s what?”

“Hercules! The constellation! You can only see it in the summertime—” you explain, pushing your hands against the boy’s shoulders. “—Get off!”

Steve huffs and rolls onto his back, propping himself on his elbows. You rise once more with your chin pointed towards the black sky. You spare him a brief glance. A smile pulls softly at the corners of your mouth when you see the boyish pout on his face.

“You’re the one that wanted to watch the stars, remember?” you remind him.

“I wanted to watch you under the stars,” he corrects in a monotone. “That’s totally different.”

“Just c’mere and look.”

He sighs but abides you anyway. When he sits up beside you again, you reach over his lap for his left hand. You rest your pointer finger next to his and trace the blinking constellation along the velvet blue sky. “These are the legs, see?”

Steve squints. “Sorta…”

“It’s kinda like he’s running, right? And those are the arms.”

A beat passes. The boy’s puzzled gaze flits between you and the night sky. “…Is that it?”

You squint at him. “What do you mean, is that it?”

“He has no head,” he explains as if you haven’t noticed.

“…Okay?”

“How can it be Hercules if he doesn’t have a head?” the boy scoffs like it’s some unsolved travesty.

“Because it’s a constellation, Steve,” you giggle.

“Well, it looks a lot more like a crab than a Hercules, babe.”

“There’s already a crab constellation. It’s Cancer.”

Steve shrugs, pink lips jutted softly out. “Well, they got it all backwards.”

“I’ll let Ptolemy know,” you quip with the loving roll of your eyes.

“Who?”

“Ptolemy. The astronomer,” you answer in a monotone. You’re met with a pretty face contorted in confusion. “Did you not learn anything in science class?”

Steve thinks for a moment, then shakes his head. “Nope.”

You laugh at the honesty of his answer. “We literally had Ms. Cook’s together. Twice. Astronomy One and Two.”

“I only took those classes ‘cause I knew you’d be in them,” the boy scoffs.

“Shut up…”

“I’m serious— well, Astro One, I just got lucky. But then, senior year, I dropped chemistry for Astro Two so I could spend my last semester with you.”

Your heart swells at his words, warmed by the thought that he’s been whipped for you just as long as you’ve been for him. 

You’ve never felt truly worthy of his love. Not now. Not ever. 

Girls like you aren’t supposed to end up with guys like Steve. 

Of everyone he could’ve chosen, he chose you — the girl who finds affection close to impossible basically all the time. The girl who throws out mindless insults easier than I love you’s. But he loved you, anyway. 

Of everyone else — it was you.

“Is that why you spent five months sitting behind me and annoying the absolute shit outta me?” you joke instead of telling him you love him so much you could cry.

“I prefer the phrase wooing the shit outta you,” Steve corrects with his head tilted to his shoulder. “But, sure. Yeah.”

You shake your head with a fond smile hinting at your lips. “You’re disgusting…”

“Well, it worked,” he counters, a proud grin on his face. “Here we are, two years later, watching the stars while you lecture me about Pa-moley or whoever the fuck.”

“Ptolemy,” you correct, smiling just as wide as he is.

“Right,” he hums back. His chocolate eyes sparkle when he looks at you, twinkling with stars and adoration. “I can’t imagine being out here and getting smart-mouthed by anyone else.”

Through burning cheeks, you quip “That’s because no one else can do it as well as I can.”

Steve beams. “Exactly.”

[amongemeraldclouds]

better than revenge | chapter three: from moonlight to sunrise

Can be read as a standalone, Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Chapter three summary: Flashback when you first spoke to Mattheo and he needed your help during winter break.

Warning: Blood, swearing, no use of y/n. I’m using my creative license to bend rules that may not work in the original setting (eg. apparating at Hogwarts and so on).

Author's note: If you read this as a standalone, it’s always gonna stay as sweet as it is, no exboyfriend!Mattheo plot looming about.

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Flashback when you met me.

The moon shines brightly outside the window. I feel a yawn making its way up my throat as I head for my dorm. The place is so silent at night with most students home for the winter break.

A loud crack erupts and someone apparates ahead. What the hell? I raise my wand defensively, but then I see a figure lying on his side, cradling his stomach. I run towards him, hoping he’s not seriously hurt.

I kneel when I reach him and nearly recoil as the metallic stench of blood hits me. There’s so much blood. I close my fist to keep me in place and gently place a hand on his shoulder.

He grunts and rolls to his back, wincing in pain. I see his face and recognize Mattheo Riddle. I’ve seen him around in class and in parties, he’s the type of guy your mother would warn you about. I’ve never spoken to him before.

“Can you stand?” I ask, offering a hand and he nods. I haul him up slowly, bringing his arm around my shoulders for support. He’s heavy but we take things step by step as I walk him towards my dorm, it’s much nearer than the hospital.

I lay him down my bed and prepare a washcloth and bowl of warm water. Once I stop the bleeding and clear most of the blood on his face, I hand him a glass of water. “Thank you,” he says.

I have so many questions, but I just ask the important one. “Whoever did this to you, will they come back? Are they hunting you down?”

“If you think this is bad, you should see the other guys,” he replies, sounding smug despite his bruises.

When he lays back down, I introduce myself. “You’re lucky I study healing magic, I know some spells and have potions here that can help you. You seem injured in your stomach area, would you allow me access?”

“I’m not normally like this,” he says, embarrassed. “Usually, I’d buy you dinner first,” he quips then coughs and winces.

“And that’s what you get for being a smart ass. Permission?” I try again. He nods this time and I unbutton his shirt so I can inspect his injuries. He has two broken ribs and soreness in his abdominal area but nothing further.

I cross my fingers behind me as I think of the right spells. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Mattheo interrupts my thoughts.

“Do you really have a choice?” I retort. “We can take you to Madam Pomfrey, but then you’d have a lot of questions to answer. I’m guessing it’s why you apparated here instead.”

“I meant to apparate in my room,” he tries to explain. With his injuries, I’m amazed he was able to do it at all without ripping himself to shreds in the process.

“Well, if you must know, I was the top student at my healing magic class level one and two,” I say. 

“Nerd,” he says teasing.

“You’re lucky you’re already injured or I might have a go myself. Now do you want to be treated or not?”

“I’m sorry, go ahead,” he sobers and wonders why the hell he was being such a shithead.

I recall the spells again and keep my fingers crossed behind me. I’ve never actually used them before on a living, breathing human, but he doesn’t need to know that. After three tries, it works. 

“I feel so much better,” Mattheo remarks, eyes brightening. It surprises me how captivating they are like stars twinkling in the night sky. I smile back at him.

“I just need to apply some potions, make sure you don’t get an infection then we’re all done.”

I beam after applying the last dose - all those classes and late nights studying paid off. 

“Now get some rest and I’ll take the couch. I need to monitor you for the next couple hours and reapply some of the potions. You’ll be right as rain by tomorrow,” I say.

“I can go back to my dorm, you’ve already done enough,” he says, moving to get up. 

I hold my hand out to his shoulder to stop him. “Nope, if you get up and something goes wrong, you’ll just make it difficult for me. Come on, doctor’s orders.”

He lies back down. “Fine, but the bed is big enough for the two of us,” he says tapping the side of bed for me to join him. “I’m not gonna let you take the couch. It’s not like I can move that much anyway, just don’t do anything to me,” he says playfully.

“If I had bad intentions for you, I would’ve done it already,” I say yawning, way too tired for all this.

He catches it and tamps down whatever annoying remark he was going to say. “Thank you for healing me. Come here, let’s rest,” he says in a gentle tone.

I place a pillow between us and join him after freshening up. Finally snuggled in my blanket, it doesn’t take me long to drift off to sleep.

⭐︎⭐︎⭐︎ 

Mattheo wakes up just as the first rays of sunshine filters in through the window. He looks beside him at your sleeping face, wondering how anyone could be so kind to him. Let alone someone he never spoke to before.

He also wonders why you had to be so beautiful? The way the light radiates off your face gives you an angelic quality. If you were truly an angel, he wouldn’t even doubt it.

Something in his heart flutters like an animal waking from hibernation. It was far more dangerous than any of the wizards he fought off last night. In fact, he’d rather face an army of dementors than explore this feeling.

But maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind it at all.

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A/N: For the longest time writing this series, this was my favorite chapter.

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[hollowtakami]

WHAT SUITS YOU MOST

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Keigo Takami x GN!reader

CONTENT: soft hawks, lots of comfort, implications of depression (not detailed), pet names (baby bird, birdie, duckie, dove), reader calls keigo “kei”

WORD COUNT: 683

AUTHOR NOTE: very self indulgent hehe i just wanted to write something for myself based on a prompt i thought up but I like how it came out so im posting it :)

With his wings reduced to a few feathers after a long day of patrol, Keigo offered to take you on a midnight walk. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you walked, his jacket hugging your body and surrounding you with the scent of his cologne. Your eyes were heavy, dark circles under them only told Keigo that you were falling again; and he’d do anything he could to catch you.

As he kept you close to his side, you walked along empty streets. Lampposts gleamed down at you both, the shadows hidden in the alleyways cowering away at the sight of your guardian angel. If only your thoughts would do the same, you’d ponder.

“You look cute in my jacket, dove,” Keigo purred, the sweetest birdsong. He smiled at you, amber suns filling up with black as his pupils pinned on you.

You smiled, the sound of his voice filling you with warmth. Resting your head on his shoulder as you waited by the curb for a lone car to pass by, you crossed the road hand-in-hand. Keigo never left your side, never let go of you. Whether or not it was his protective nature, or that he simply enjoyed your presence, it made you feel loved when that voice in your head was telling you otherwise. You looked up as you walked, the stars shining and the moon hung in the sky, beaming. You felt the fur of Keigo’s jacket brush your neck, tickling you. The jacket smelled just like him.

“I can smell your cologne on your jacket.” You thought aloud, earning a small smile from Keigo, who chuckled to himself and held you closer, squeezed your hand tighter.

“It’s your favourite, right?” Keigo remarked.

Your heart burst a little at his question. He remembered the little things about you. He loved you. You were his and he was yours. The day you met was the day the planets and the stars aligned together, as perfect as Keigo said you were.

“Yeah,” you turned to look at him, stars in his eyes. “You remembered,”

Keigo clicked his tongue, stopping for a second. You stood in the street under a blanket of stars, the things you swore had brought you together; now they were here to celebrate your love, crown you in a sheet of stardust, of hope.

“Baby bird, I’ll always remember the little things about you. I find out new things I love about you everyday, the more you blossom like the prettiest flower I’ve ever seen,” Keigo cooed, letting down his walls for you.

You felt your face flush a little as you breathed a laugh, turning your head.

“That was so cheesy, Kei,” you joked, playing off your obvious blush.

Keigo only laughed heartily, cupping your face, peppering your forehead with kisses softer than cotton. His voice resonated with you, reaching deep into the catacombs of your ribs and holding your heart close.

“I can’t help telling you how I feel, duckie,” Keigo pressed his forehead to yours as if you were the only people in the world. “If it makes you smile, then I'll talk your ear off.”

You giggled, Keigo felt his heart melt away. In his eyes, you were just so perfect. Anything you hated about yourself he loved, and would help you see that beauty too. He beamed down at you, admiring how you looked in his jacket. It framed you in all the right ways, hung off you in all the right places. You were a dream he never wanted to wake up from.

“My jacket suits you pretty well, you know?” Keigo remarked, earning a sweet smile from you as your eyes met again, shining under the blessing of the moonlight, “But, a smile suits you best, birdie,”

You flushed, heart stopping. Keigo chuckled to himself at your reaction, letting you hide his face in his compression shirt, feeling his body heat against the blush of your cheeks. He held you close, just as he did with your heart. He swore to himself silently that he’d protect you, no matter what.

[mydearviserra]

In the moonlight

╰┈➤ ❝ [ Aemond Targeryen x Fem! Reader ]

Valentine special💌

Warning: aemond pov, one shot. Fluff

Note: love this song ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

Rushed by bad💔

“Dear where are you taking me” you spoke in a flirtatious tone, as you grip his hand. A smile plastered your face as aemond never been this adamant to plan a night special for us.

Valentine’s Day, my favorite time of the year.

Aemond was nerve found of it, he hated all the joyful love in the air. Especially since Viserys plans a feast every year for it. Aemond continued to walk me along the woods path, he’s been awfully quiet I felt his nervousness with his sweaty palms.

Aemond wanted to throw up, his anxiety had been through the roof planning this. He even asked Helaena to help him with ideas. He knew he’s been quite callous during this holy. He felt guilty once he started to note watching couples from afar receiving flowers or sweets. He loved you in his own way no doubt yet when it came to gifting he wasn’t the best at it.

He thought tonight will be different he shall show you what you’ve been longing for. With your hands link together, you swayed your hands back and forth as he leads the way into the woods. The distance sounds of the music from the red keep fades away as you step further down the path then aemond stop walking.

“Dear close your eyes and keep them shut” he spoke with a stern voice as his eyebrows scrunched showing how serious he was. Though his smirk said otherwise. You rolled your eyes playfully, you were beaming in excitement. Once you closed your eyes aemond pulled you along towards the destination. “Okay now open” he spoke softly, your eyes fluttered open you immediately gasped. You covered your mouth as you turn to face aemond

“My love-“ your voice muffled, your eyes began to tear up at the sight of his plan, aemond smile brighter, he cupped his hands over yours and kissed your forehead

“For you my sweet girl..I know I’m not the best at these things but..I wanted to make this special for you..” he mumbled softly, pressing another kiss on my forehead before he wiped away my tears

Aemond cleared away the bushes that circled the trees, laying out lanterns with blankets covering the covering the perimeter. With cushions for them to lay in, he even bought new baskets with their meal and dessert. He spent all morning for himself to prepare the dinner, even though the cooks we’re going ballistic that a prince was doing it himself aemond didnt care he wanted this to be by the heart. Pouring his sweat and love into every detail of their picnic. Long with the flowers on one of the coushions he place a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and petals scattered around the lanterns.

“Do you like it..?” He whispered as he kept wiping away my tears, he pulled away to wrap his arms around your waist, his thumb rubbing lazily around your waist you then let go of your cheeks to cup his, bringing his face to yours, your lips trembling as you spoke

“Aemond I love it- I love it so much..you did all of this?”

“Of course, everything was done by me” he smirked a bit as he felt his ego rise a bit, “happy valentines my sweet darling of a wife” he teased a bit before he crushed his lips onto yours  

[zerobaselove]

telling zb1 you love them for the first time ♡

pairing: zb1 x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: cursing? (just the word ass lol) lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: i struggled a little with keeping these different enough from each other so apologies for that !! hope you all still enjoy

members under the cut!

jiwoong ;

"have i told you how much i love you?" you said between fits of laughter, over a lame joke that had been long forgotten. "actually," he thought to himself for a moment, "you haven't, we haven't." you racked you brain for any previous declarations, only to come up empty handed.

"oh," you said simply, "well i'll say it now," a smile spread across your face, "i love you jiwoong." despite sensing the phrase was coming, jiwoong still was sat there, jaw practically on the floor as the gears in his brain turned for another moment. "jiwoong?" you waved your hand in front of his face to gain his attention again, "earth to jiwoong?"

he shook his head for a moment before a grin spread across his face, inching over to wrap his arms around you in what could only be described as a bear hug. "i love you too," he mumbled against you, pressing a kiss to your temple. "i can't believe we hadn't said it before this." he hummed in agreement, "don't think for a second i haven't been thinking it the whole time."

zhang hao ;

the moonlight coming through your shared bedroom window was the only light illuminating your boyfriend, zhang hao's face; and he looked ethereal. you both had found yourselves sprawled out on the bed, a faint melody playing from your phone as you talked about everything and nothing all at once.

"do you believe in love at first sight y/n?" he questioned, just letting words slip from his mouth at this point. you pondered the question, unsure of your stance on the surprisingly philosophical query. settling for a simple "i don't know," hao hummed in return before you continued again, "truthfully i don't know what i believe in, but you know what i do know?" it was your turn to fire a question back. intrigued by the open ended question, hao propped himself up on one elbow, looking at you in the dim lighting.

"i know i love you." you smiled, your filter long gone and the words that have been on the tip of your tongue have finally spilled out. "me?" he almost couldn't hide the shock in his voice, sure you had been dating for a while, and he absolutely loved you back; he just hadn't prepared to hear the words leave your mouth. "yes you, silly." you couldn't help but laugh, able to make out his confused expression partnered with a blush on his cheeks. "you don't have to say it back, i just wanted you to know."

hao quickly waved his hand in denial, moving closer to you on the bed, "no no," he started, a shy smile spreading across his face, "i love you too, so much."

hanbin ;

"there's something i've been meaning to tell you," you breathed out, the nerves felt like they were creeping up your body, leaving you feeling dizzy at the thought of what you were about to say to the boy. "i have something too, but you first!" he smiled, gesturing for you to continue with an expectant look on his face.

"it's just," it felt like all the air had left your lungs, "sung hanbin, i love you." you couldn't help but shield your face, utterly terrified of his reaction; you knew he wouldn't be mean or anything, but that was exactly the problem. he was just so nice and you didn't want to scare him away so soon, but the thought had been eating you alive to the point where you almost didn't hear his response. "can you read my mind?" he joked, a small laugh leaving his lips as you processed what he meant.

you couldn't help but laugh at the situation, "is that your way of saying you love me too?" you playfully raised your eyebrow, attempting to "read his mind" again to see what he would say. "of course i love you." he beamed, pulling you closer to his body. "i knew you were gonna say that!"

hanbin chuckled at your playful nature, his hands coming up to cover his head, "get out of there!"

matthew ;

"i love you," you whispered against his lips; you had wanted to wait for a special moment to tell him, but you just couldn't wait anymore. without a second thought he was returning the confession in a mumbled slur before pulling apart a moment later with a dumbfounded look on his face. "wait," a smile quickly formed on his face, "you love me?"

"i wouldn't lie to you," you placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "i know you wouldn't, i just-" he stopped himself, looking down at your hand in his, whispering "they love me' to himself a few times before collecting himself. "i love you more," his contagious smile had seemed to spread to your own face as your cheeks heated up beyond belief. "more than words can say."

you couldn't help but feel your heart skip a beat at his words, your brain feeling like tv static at the thought of your feelings being fully reciprocated. "then don't tell me, show me." you weren't sure where the sudden bold words had come from, but they slipped past your lips before you could stop them. he tilted his head, a smirk present on his face as he leaned in, "i'd love to."

taerae ;

"you're lucky i love you," you jokingly huffed at your boyfriend taerae, who had a smug grin across his face. "i can't blame you honestly," he pretended to flip imaginary long hair over his shoulder, "i'm pretty great aren't i?" he tried to keep a serious face but couldn't help but burst into laughter, following suit yourself.

keeping up the playful atmosphere you put your hands on your hips, "i'll take it back right now." you hoped to achieve a stern look but judging by the look on taerae's face, you weren't too sure you succeeded. he held your hands in between his own, dramatically shaking your hands in a plea for forgiveness.

"please don't! i love you!." he pleaded, trying to swallow his laughter as you turned your head, avoiding eye contact. "sorry what was that? i couldn't hear you." you toyed, seeing if he'd repeat himself, but he went one step farther; moving your hands to your shoulders before his found purchase at your waist, pulling you closer than before. "i said i love you."

you grinned from ear to ear, closing the space between you two with a kiss, "i love you too taerae."

ricky :

"c'mon ricky, please-" you whined, tugging on his arm like a little kid would. he couldn't resist smiling at your excitement over the arcade you walked past, but he knew you guys had to be back soon and he wasn't looking to get scolded today. "we can come back another time."

"ricky," you dragged it out, "one game of air hockey, just one." you dragged him by the arm, getting a sigh of defeat in return. "okay, just one." he smiled down at you, the smile plastered on your face already made the potential scolding worth it. "that's what i thought!" you cheered, letting go of his arm to hug him from the side, "i love you." it was a spur of the moment confession, even catching you off guard, but you cuoldn't deny that it was an accurate statement, so you simply continued to your side of the table.

ricky was still stood in shock, staring at you with a combination of lovestruck and confusion, simply shaking his head, "you don't mean that." a smile made it's way to your face as you picked up your paddle, "au contraire, ricky, i very much do love you, but i'm still going to kick your ass at air hockey."

he laughed at your harmless threat, picking up his own paddle, "i love you too, but for the record i'm not going easy on you because of that."

gyuvin :

"sorry what is it y/n? i can't see you?" gyuvin joked, looking over your head and past you in a successful attempt to tease you and your height. "you're an ass." you huffed, lightly punching his arm, not enough to hurt, just enough to get a small chuckle from the boy. "yeah yeah, you love me." a mischievous smirk spread across his face.

he had you there, there was no denying the way you felt for the boy, simply sighing before admitting to the comment, "yeah, i do love you," jokingly rolling your eyes as you see his face go blank, "you said it yourself, gyu." it takes a few more moments for his brain to catch up, but as soon as he does, his body isn't far behind.

"i love you!" he gushed, attaching himself to your side and peppering kisses on your face, squishing your cheeks between his hands. "i love you i love you i love you." he babbled out faster than you could comprehend, causing you to giggle. "i love you too gyu."

gunwook ;

"hey gunwook-" you stretched the last syllable to get his attention, his body turning to you with a smile on his face, "what's up?" he wasn't sure what he was expecting you to say, but he definitely didn't think it'd be those three words. "i love you," you smiled brightly, "like, a lot." all was well until you noticed his smile drop, had you messed up?

"you beat me to it," he pouted, running his hand through his hair, "i wanted to be the one to tell you first." you breathed a sigh of relief at the confession, and you couldn't stop the chuckle that slipped past your lips at his naturally cute demeanor. "well, who cares who said it first. i love you and you love me, right?"

in a mere moment you could see the realization hit him, his expression changing, now into a big gummy smile and crescent moon eyes that you couldn't help but fall for all that time ago. "you're right," he pulled you into his chest, his head resting atop yours as he played with your hair, breathing in the scent of your hair products. "i love you."

yujin ;

"hey yujin, guess what." you turned to the boy, him looking at you with his usual shy smile, "what?" he asked excitedly, matching your energy as he turned to face you fully. a smile spread across your face, "i love you. just thought someone should remind you, you're loved."

he turned his head in confusion for a moment, "like, love love?" you chuckled, "what other kind would i mean?" he racked his brain for a moment before coming up with an answer, "well like, the way you love a puppy or a tv show? or the other way." he questioned, silently hoping it was the latter and that he wasn't completely misreading it.

"the other way, yujin." another laugh pushed past your lips at the boy's innocent, yet sincere query; opting to peck him on the cheek and watching his face flush, as was yours. "oh," his smile grew exponentially, "then i love you too," his hand rubbing the back of his neck in an awkward but endearing fashion, "in that way."

[artemisthelandmine]

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[alatushours]

☆ 3:27 AM, featuring xiao — even during the tough times, he’ll always be by your side.

contents. fem! sick + insomniac reader, hurt / comfort + lots of fluff <3 xiao calls you “angel,” reader is rather clingy, self indulgent, xiao takes a bubble bath with you bc he loves you sm ♡ tw. illness, nightmares, crying, and non sexual nudity. word count. 1.6k.

notes. hey um… i apologize if this was not what you expected during the holiday season but i am have been sick + incredibly stressed this month (∩ ˃̣̣̥᷄ ᴖ ˂̣̣̥᷅∩) so i kinda needed this… on the bright side, i am so thankful for all of the positive feedback on my previous post! it makes me very happy to see you all enjoying my work ♡

THIN BEAMS OF MOONLIGHT filtered through the curtains, illuminating your shivering form on the bed. it was several hours past midnight, yet you still lay wide awake, hair splayed across your pillow like a halo.

it’s cold, you thought, pulling the blankets tighter. why is it so cold? 

it felt freezing outside, yet your body felt like it was baking in an oven. that, and the dark visions swirling in your already throbbing head was enough to make you sob in misery.

you lifted your head slowly to check the clock on your nightstand. 3:27 am. 

you buried your head deeper into your pillow, as if that could take the pain away. oh, how you wished your lover was here. he always made you feel better, loved and cherished. 

as if on cue, the door clicked open and a lone figure stepped inside the room. 

“hey, angel,” xiao whispered. “i heard you call my name… are you doing alright?” 

you stayed silent. it would only trouble him if you told him about your condition. you didn’t want your boyfriend to worry about someone like you, not when he was already battling so much himself. 

unluckily, xiao seemed to be able to read your mind; or at least, he was awfully good at knowing when you were hiding something from him. 

“hey, don’t ignore me like that.” xiao made his way over to the bed, turning on the lamp on the nightstand before sitting next to you. “i know you’re awake, and something’s wrong. just tell me, what happened?” 

hearing his voice, so worried and gentle, was enough to make your determination break. you threw yourself into him with a sob, feeling his warmth envelop you as his arms immediately snaked around your waist. you started crying, confessing your bottled-up emotions to him. 

“i-i… my head hurts s-so bad a-and i can’t sleep and everything is j-just so hard right now and i can’t do th-” 

you were cut off with a soft kiss. it was short, just one peck on the lips, but it was enough to make you calm down just a little. your sobs slowly turned to sniffles as xiao gently stroked his fingers through your hair, whispering kind words in your ear. 

“shh, angel, it’s okay… i know things are difficult right now, but i’ll always be here… i’ll always be by your side, alright? as long as you need me, my love.” 

you nodded into his chest, burying yourself deeper into his warmth. “i… thank you…” 

“there’s no need to thank me. this is what lovers do, right? they look out for each other. you’ve cared for me so many times before, when i was injured or struggling with my karmic debt. it’s about time for me to take care of you.” he took one of your hands in both of his own, circling his thumbs over the back of your palm.

“now, is there anything i can do to make you feel better? a glass of water? some food? do you want me to draw a bath for you?”

“… a bath would be… nice…” you murmured. 

xiao pressed a kiss to your forehead. “i’ll get it ready for you, my love.” 

he started to stand up, but something triggered in the back of your mind, for you didn’t let go of him. “no… don’t leave me alone… i don’t wanna be by myself…” 

xiao sighed, but didn’t complain. instead, he picked you up, bridal style, and carried you over to your shared bathroom. he kissed your forehead again before setting you down on the toilet lid to fill the tub with nice warm water for your bath. bubble baths always seemed to make you feel better, xiao had noticed before, so he made sure to add extra soap to the water.

before long you were seated in the bathtub, which was filled nearly to the brim with bubbles. seeing you giggle at the sight brought a smile to xiao’s face, but he couldn’t help but still be worried. how did you deal with this when he wasn’t here? 

he’d discovered your insomnia a few months ago, and you’d assured him that you were used to dealing with it; but were you really okay by yourself? he’d seen the dark circles under your eyes. and the way you had broken down tonight… 

“xiao?” the sound of your voice brought him back to reality. “is something wrong?” 

he shook his head. “i was just thinking, darling. don’t worry about me.” he sighed, letting go of his doubts. “is your bath okay? do you want me to be with you?” 

you looked down at your hands, fidgeting under the water. “i’d like that, but… i haven’t been feeling well, and i don’t want to get you sick too…” 

xiao chuckled. “i’m a yaksha, love. i don’t get sick that easily.” he stood up from where he was, removing the mask from his belt. “just relax, alright? i’m here.” 

he undressed and joined you in the bath, foam swirling around his body. "come here, i’ll wash your hair for you," he gestured. you obeyed, making yourself comfortable by his side as he moved to grab the shampoo.

“it’s been a while since we’ve been together like this…” he sighed, feeling himself relax as he lathered the shampoo into your hair. “i missed doing this with you.” 

“me too…” you smiled softly, remembering how you used to wash his hair for him after he had a nightmare. funny how now it was you who was getting your hair washed instead. 

the feeling of his fingers massaging your scalp was soothing, as was the feeling of bubbles on your bare skin. 

xiao’s hands removed themselves from your hair, moving down to your back. a sigh left your lips as he massaged your shoulders. “is this nice?” he asked. 

“mhm,” you closed your eyes, leaning back against his chest. you both stayed like that for a while, held in each other’s embrace. you couldn’t stay there forever, though, as the water was starting to get cold. 

xiao got out of the tub first, quickly drying himself off before holding out a hand to help you step out. a big fluffy towel was draped around your shoulders, followed by a soft kiss to your temple. 

“did that make you feel better?” xiao asked quietly. 

you smiled. "yeah, i'm doing a lot better now…" you turned around, standing up on your tippy toes to kiss him. "...because of you. thank you, xiao." 

"of course," he replied immediately. "it's what i'm here for." 

he helped you get dressed in your pajamas, draining the bathtub and hanging up the towels before walking you back to the bed. "i know you said you were feeling better, but i don't want you to get worse tomorrow. i'm gonna get you some medicine, okay?" 

you hesitated. "y-yeah, that's fine…" 

xiao raised an eyebrow. "are you sure? the lamp will be on and i'll only be gone for a minute or two, but if you don't feel comfortable by yourself, i can take you with me." 

"um…" you looked around the bed, spotting your favorite rabbit plushie that xiao had bought for you as a gift when you first started dating. you grabbed it and hugged it close to your chest before nodding. "yes! i'm fine on my own, don't worry about me!" 

xiao chuckled, "that's my brave angel." he kissed your hand before standing up. "call for me if you need anything, alright? i'll be right back." 

he left the room, leaving you alone with your stuffed animal and the feeling of your lover’s kisses to keep you company. 

all was silent for a few moments. you were trying very hard to think happy thoughts; how grateful you were to always have such a loyal and caring boyfriend by your side. however, the darkness that lingered in the back of your mind were starting to push their way forward again. you squeezed your rabbit tighter as you tried to shake the thoughts from your mind.

 i need to be strong, you thought. for xiao. he’s been so brave for me, so i need to be brave for him, too. 

before long, xiao returned with your medicine and a glass of water atop a wooden tray. “i’m back,” he said, putting the tray down on the bedside table. “were you alright on your own?” 

you smiled at him. “yeah! it was a little scary, but i wanted to be brave for you.” 

“for me?” he sat down, measuring out your medicine for you. “you could’ve just told me you were scared, and i would have taken you down with me. come on, take your medicine.” 

you did as he said. xiao sat behind you, brushing your hair for you as you downed the bitter medication. 

soon after, you and xiao got ready for bed and climbed under the covers together. xiao pulled the blankets around your shoulders. “are you comfortable, love?” 

“mhm…” you mumbled sleepily. “can we cuddle?” he chuckled and pulled you closer to him. you laid your head against his chest, tracing the tattoo on his right arm down to his hand, which was intertwined with his other. 

“sleep. i’ll be here when you wake up.” xiao whispered. 

“do you promise?” 

“i promise.” 

“seal it with a kiss,” you joked. he did just that, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“there. now go to sleep.” 

"okay!" you giggled and snuggled close to him. slowly, the doubts from earlier in the night started to fade. although the fear wasn’t fully gone, having your boyfriend by your side definitely made it a lot less scary. 

"good night, xiao. i love you." 

"i love you more."

ending notes. edit, i wrote the first authors note about a week ago so i am not sick anymore lol but i still wanted to post this for those who are needing a bit of comfort this holiday season <3 also just bc xiao and forehead kisses >>> i hc to be taller than he is canon lol but anyways, there will be some special holiday posts between today and christmas day, so look out for those :)

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[your-local-simp-writers]

A Web of Affection

Word Count: 1000

Warnings: None

Pavitr x GN!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The soft glow of moonlight spilled into your bedroom, casting a gentle radiance over the cozy space. You sat on your bed, heart fluttering with anticipation, as you heard a faint tapping on your window. With a smile, you hurriedly got up and opened it, revealing the familiar figure of Pavitr Prabhakar, your boyfriend.

"Hey there, love," he greeted, his voice filled with warmth and excitement. "Mind if I swing in?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his endearing words, and you stepped back, allowing him to gracefully enter your room. The sight of him, clad in his iconic suit, never failed to make your heart race.

Pavitr removed his mask, revealing his kind eyes and charming smile. "I couldn't resist paying you a visit," he confessed, his voice overflowing with joy. "You always brighten my day, and I wanted to brighten yours too."

A blush crept across your cheeks as you stepped closer to him, relishing in the comfort of his presence. "You're the one who brightens my world," you replied, your voice filled with affection.

He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to brush against yours. His touch sent a wave of warmth coursing through your veins. "I've been thinking about something," he admitted, his gaze locked with yours. "Something that makes my heart race whenever I think of it."

Curiosity sparked within you, and you tilted your head, urging him to continue.

A mischievous twinkle lit up Pavitr's eyes as he gently guided you to sit on the edge of your bed. His fingers intertwined with yours, and he took a deep breath, his excitement palpable. "I want to share something special with you," he bubbled, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

Your heart swelled with anticipation as Pavitr stepped closer, his exuberance infectious. He carefully lifted your hand, bringing it to his lips, and placed a delicate kiss on your knuckles. It was a gesture filled with sweetness and genuine affection.

His gaze locked with yours, and he spoke with a big, heartfelt smile. "I want to give you my very first upside-down kiss, It's like a dream come true!"

A gasp of delight escaped your lips as a rush of happiness coursed through you. You watched in awe as Pavitr positioned himself, hanging upside down from the ceiling of your room, his mask pulled up just enough to reveal his beaming face.

With a playful giggle, he motioned for you to lean in. Your heart raced with excitement as you closed the distance, your lips meeting his in a tender, upside-down kiss. It was a moment filled with pure joy, the sweetness of the gesture radiating through every touch.

As you parted, Pavitr lowered himself gracefully to the ground, his eyes shining with adoration. "That was incredible!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with wonder. "You make everything feel like magic!"

You couldn't help but giggle, your cheeks flushed with happiness. "You're the magic in my life," you whispered, your voice filled with love.

He closed the distance between you, wrapping his arms around you in a warm, affectionate embrace. Your head rested against his chest as you listened to the sound of his excited heartbeat, finding solace in his presence.

Together, you sat on the edge of your bed, basking in the glow of your love. Pavitr's infectious enthusiasm and big, sweetheart filled the room with warmth. Laughter and joyful whispers filled the air as you shared tender moments and dreams for the future.

And as the night drew on, you knew that this moment, this upside-down kiss shared between you, marked the beginning of a love story filled with extraordinary adventures and a web of unwavering affection. It was a memory that would forever be etched in your hearts, a symbol of the love and connection you shared as you swung through life together, side by side, with a love that was as cute and bubbly as your beloved.

[nocturnalghoul]

Mushy May 2024

Day 2- Lake Night Snacks

Rating: G

Pairing: Cumulus & Rain

Words: 591

Thank you to @forlorn-crows for organizing the event once again ♡

Divider by @ghuleh-recs

There’s a high chance the loud noises and faint smell of bacon coming from the kitchen is purposefully trying to tempt somebody out, but Cumulus has been tossing and turning so long that she really doesn’t care. It only takes about 20 seconds before she’s throwing on a robe and slippers and setting down the hall in search of a distraction.

There’s a faint discontent noise from down the hall that she immediately clocks as belonging to Rain, bringing a soft smile to her face. It is so rare that she gets time alone with the water ghoul, the two of them often getting snagged by somebody else. This chance for the two of them to hang out alone is beyond overdue.

Before heading to bed she had noticed how beautiful the moon was shining on the lake, streaks of captivating pale blue light rippling with the shifting surface of the water. It had almost convinced her to head down, so it makes sense that Rain ended up there. Odds are he got carried away and only wandered back in.

As she rounds the corner to the kitchen, she can’t help but take a moment to appreciate the darling look of concentration on Rain’s face as he carefully pours batter onto a griddle in slow deliberate shapes.

“3am seems a bit early for breakfast” she teases, hopping up to sit on the counter opposite the griddle.

“It’s not so much early for breakfast, but late for dinner really. Got caught up at the bottom of the lake enjoying the moonlight, when I realized I was starving. Nobody else was up, but I had a feeling the extras wouldn’t go to waste” he yawns out in response, flipping a pancake onto the empty plate next to Cumulus.

“Hmmm you have always been perfect tempting, and I am here now so it’s a fair assumption.”

Cumulus smiles at the heart shaped pancake before picking it up, ripping it and handing one half to the water ghoul. She takes a quick moment to reunite the heart in a cheers motion and pops the treat into her mouth.

“Mmmm, it might be the late hour but that’s beyond amazing”

“Sunny and I have been working on incorporating fruit puree into the batter” Rain beams, sighing contently as he eats his own half.

“Mmm I love that y’all found an excuse to do something together that doesn’t end in tracking water everywhere”

Rain attempts to fake looking hurt at the insinuation that Sunshine and him are anything but well behaved, but it only lasts about 3 seconds before he dissolves into giggles.

“Yeah alright, well maybe you and I will have to scheme up some trouble to make up for it.” he lilts, following the air ghoulettes eyeline to the bacon beside him and handing her a piece.

The two go back and forth trading jokes and enjoying the alone time as Rain finishes up cooking. Eventually they hear a telltale groan of Mountain stretching as he shambles down the hallway to start his early day and make sure to leave the plates of food where he will see them.

They quietly scamper off to the patio to leave him to his routine, and make plans to meet up for some less elaborate late night snack and overall shenanigans on a semi-regular basis.

The next time the moon gets that particular irresistible shine to it Cumulus knows she’ll get alone time with her favorite water ghoul once again. This time she doesn’t even attempt to sleep, knowing the anticipation would keep her up anyways.

[halcy0ng1rl]

growing pains | F.J.S.J

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Joey: R U OK?  Susie: @ the lodge

3.5k words Susie Lavoie centric hurt/comfort

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1996, Mount Ormond 

The bitingly cold wind wafted through Susie’s hair as she trudged up the steps to the abandoned Mount Ormond Ski resort. It nipped at the static tears in her eyes and snuck through the gap of her sweater’s front pocket, hands stuffed feebly inside. She dredged her soaking canvas sneakers up the crumbling wood steps toward a room she knew all too well. The cracked frosted glass window of her sanctuary door welcomed her home. 

She folded herself onto the painstakingly thin mattress and listened as the wind-beaten old frame sighed under her weight. The dark mauve dusk of evening settled over the inconsequential town of Ormond, and by extension, over Susie. 

      As she pulled the bed’s scratchy faded blue blanket over her nose, she felt the inevitable sting of tears fall from her burning eyes down her cold cheeks. Snot dripped from her nose, and she wiped it with her sleeve. She hated him. 

Congested sobs bubbling up in her throat, hair the texture of dead straw sticking to her forehead, tonight’s altercation played on repeat in her head;

Her mid-term marks in her father's curled fist. Shouting. The deaf ring of flesh hitting flesh. More shouting. 

‘How can my daughter be an idiot and a dyke?!’ Smack. ‘You ungrateful brat!’ Another. ‘Fucking useless’. Crunch. 

She had managed to tune out most of it– his usual drunken stammering– but she couldn’t tune out the pain in her ribs or the throbbing ache under her left cheekbone or the coagulating, purple-green bruises on her shins. Some things she couldn’t escape. But here in this abandoned, snow-soaked castle, she could flee to her own kingdom of solace if only for a few hours. 

Susie had first found the ski lodge with Julie last year when they were juniors at Fairview, first semester. They were out cruising in Susie’s “new” 1990 accord during the Christmas break, snow falling like puffy stars beyond the windshield. Old holiday jingles played over the beat-up speakers, and as they drove down a backroad on the way to one of their only rich friend’s parties, Julie spotted the large chain-link fence hidden in the thickets of frost-covered evergreens. 

Susie parked the car, apprehensive as Julie ran her purple-manicured fingernails over the rusted NO TRESPASSING sign bolted to the fence. The words, emblazoned in crimson red, put a knot in Susie’s stomach. 

She didn’t even want to go to this party, let alone break into a place where they could get in trouble, murdered, lost, or all of the above. But as Julie’s cold hand took hers, all of her worries melted away. So long as they were together, Susie could do anything. 

Pulling her hood over her snow-dotted blonde hair, Julie whisked over the fence with ease. Susie followed suit, albeit less gracefully, and they stared at the forgotten wood monolith in awe once their feet hit the icy pathway. Julie broke out in a rush of excitement. 

“Let’s go, Suse!” 

Susie tried her best to keep up with Julie’s sudden burst of energy, her breath visible in the night air as she clamoured up the hill. Inside was a world of their wildest dreams. 

They spent the night pouring over the dusty wood bannisters and abandoned vending machines, enchanted by the cavernous hallways and cracking upholstery, all left permanently as they were when the resort closed. Stuck in time. Moonlight and snowflakes filtered through a large concave in the roof and illuminated the large centrepiece fireplace. Cracked wooden beams stretched across the high ceilings for what seemed like miles.

 It was the most beautiful place they’d ever seen.

Holding a hazy green bottle of champagne, Julie leaned against the water-ring-covered bar in the chalet. She dusted the cobwebs from the glass with her gloved palm. 

       The moon from the window behind her illuminated the contours of her like a halo as she smiled skeptically at Susie, raising the bottle. Susie felt a painful and sudden yearning to reach over the countertop and close the distance between them in response, but instead, she simply nodded. Stared into the beautiful, gleaming blue eyes before her.

 Julie popped the cork. 

“To the other resort that shut this place out of business,” she toasted, and lifted the bottle to her cracked lips.

 They took turns sipping the bubbly drink, laughing like they hadn’t in years as they posed like 1950s pin-up girls on the countertop and talked like detectives they’d heard in movies. The sound of tipsy giggles filled the once-empty chamber of the resort and echoed back at them, sweet and melodic. 

The world introducing Susie to this place was the kindest thing it had ever done for her right next to introducing her to Julie in the eighth grade. 

When they finally made it to the party, it couldn’t compare to the fun they’d had at the lodge. 

Even now thinking about that day made Susie’s tears quiet, and the thrumming of her heart steady. She held herself together, knees up to her chin, and closed her eyes. Thinking of Julie and snow. The gentle scent of her car's heat enveloping them in the dark cab when they drove back home, only faintly lit by the dashboard. 

‘Too bad she’s preoccupied with he who shall not be named,’ she retorted to herself bitterly. 

The warm visual of Julie in the snow morphed into Frank in the firelight, the underside of his jaw highlighted by orange as he pressed his thin lips to Julie’s, the scent of whiskey on her breath for the rest of the night. Susie could smell it when she hugged her goodbye. 

Even so, she couldn’t be mad at him for long. They were cut from the same cloth and he had saved them from dying of boredom before senior year. But part of her was ambivalent toward the lodge no longer being hidden as the forest's best-kept secret. Upset that Julie wanted him over her, and that he returned the sentiment. The conflicting feelings she had for Julie made her want to buy a gun, shoot 30 people, and then herself. It didn’t seem fair. 

She thought of them, toiling around on the dust-covered comforters in the next room over. A shared cigarette burning between parted lips, smoke funnelling into the air (Susie knew Julie wouldn’t object if he offered). They were probably glad she couldn’t come that day— it may have even been their plan. Julie knew she had a test that morning.

‘You’re my best friend. You know I’d never leave you out, right?’ And yet she did. 

But then she thought of all the fun the four of them had together these past few months and flashes of Julie’s black-lipped smile brought forth that feeling of belonging she sought for. Her friends filled the gaping hole life had carved in her chest. 

With a pang of guilt, Susie remembered her obligation. Tonight was a legion night, her legion night and she was spending it wallowing her pain away dreaming wistfully about a girl who would never love her back. Angry for reasons she had made up in her head. She hugged herself tighter. ‘Pathetic’. 

Before this evening she had planned to rent a copy of whatever interested her at the video store and formulate her ideas whilst they curled up on the couch munching on popcorn, staring at Frank’s tiny box TV. Yet here she was. Ditching them. 

They were probably all waiting for her. 

Her phone buzzed, confirming her suspicion. 

Joey: R U OK?  Susie: @ the lodge

Immediately after she sent the text with shaky fingers, Julie’s number flashed across the tiny viridian screen. The phone vibrated, and she hesitated for a moment– then put it to her ear. 

“Hello? Susie?” Julie’s voice cracked through the poor signal. Susie sat on the edge of the bed, picking at her leggings. 

“Hey Julie,” her voice worked hard against the lump in her throat. Julie picked up on her tone immediately. 

“Is everything okay? Joey said you’re at the lodge.” 

“Yeah, I– uh,” Susie exhaled a shaky breath, watched it dissipate into the air. Julie would understand, surely, but putting words to everything she felt would be like having her teeth pulled. She ran her tongue along her braces and bit the inside of her scarred-up cheeks silently. The fear of being seen as a burden outweighed her need for reassurance. 

The sickly-sweet voice on the other end broke her from her reverie.

“Are you there, Suse?” 

She wiped her runny nose and teary eyes with her sleeve, murmuring a small “yeah,” in response. 

“We’ll be there soon, okay? Don’t go anywhere.” She could hear Joey’s concerned whispering in the background; ‘What’s she saying?’ ‘Was it her dad?’ He was probably fluttering nervously over Julie, playing with his hands. Susie began to sob. ‘So much for playing it cool,’ she thought. 

“Okay,” she choked.

“Love you, we’ll be there soon, I promise.” 

“Love you too,” when Susie flipped her phone shut, she heard a snippet of Frank’s manic raving behind Julie’s soft reassurances; ‘We should get back at him, strike while the iron is still hot-’ and flopped back onto the bed, eyes on the ceiling. 

She had thought of it before. Taking a kitchen knife to his throat in the middle of the night, beating him senseless and leaving him to starve to death in the closet under the stairs. Even petty things, like smashing the glass cabinet that held all of his ski trophies and snapping the gold-coated pieces of metal into unrecognisable specks of dust. She wanted so badly for him to hurt, to feel all of the pain he caused her. To let go of all of the rage she felt. 

She would love to ply off his fingernails one by one.

However, every time the knife block in the kitchen whispered to her, a wave of nausea would settle deep in her stomach. She would be letting him win if she gave in to their pleas. 

Every inch of skin sliding overtop of her bones shook with resentment and made her sick with a desperation to rip it all off. 

The salty taste of anger fell into her mouth as she screamed into the pillow, tearing at her hair. She tore the choker off her neck and threw her shoes in the corner of the room, then collapsed once more and screamed until her throat felt the same texture as wood bark. 

“Why are you like this Susie?” She mocked, lifting her face up. “Why are you like this Susie?” She straddled the pillow, picturing her father’s limp body in its place as she curled her hands into fists and threw blow after blow at it. “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS, SUSIE?! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS, SUSIE?!” 

For the one time he caught her smoking, 

For the one time she got a 40 on a science test, 

For the one time he saw her ex-girlfriend kiss her in the driveway,

For every single time she simply existed and he took it out on her as if she had just committed a crime worthy of capital punishment, she threw her fist at the pillow. 

…

When Julie walked into the room, she stumbled upon Susie sitting red-faced on the floor surrounded by feathers with her head in her hands. Smudged mascara had cascaded down her cheeks. 

Immediately, Julie dove into the fluffy down and enveloped Susie in a warm hug. Startled– yet grateful to see her– Susie returned the favour and found solace in the warmth of her neck. 

She smelled like the expensive perfume her parents had gotten her for Christmas last year: vanilla & sandalwood. 

Her hands dug into Julie’s shoulders,

“I just want to fucking burn it all down.” 

“I know,” she held her tighter “I know.” 

Susie’s eyes locked onto Frank, leaning against the doorframe with a flashlight. An uncharacteristic look of sympathy contorted his pimpled face. His eyes told a level of understanding beyond words, but he was still tapping his foot impatiently against the hardwood floor, some sinister plan brewing behind his gentle gaze.

She knew what he was thinking of doing. Silently, she shook her head. 

 Joey stood right beside Julie, a soft hand on Susie’s heaving shoulders. 

They had come to console her in one of her darkest times and were willing to give up their night to do so. Weren’t afraid of the hysteric wailing, or the uncomfortable silence that followed. The very thought of their sacrifice made Susie’s heart swell with affection. 

When she finally calmed down and pulled away, Julie chuckled. 

“Guess I know better than to ask what happened here,” she smiled and gestured to the decimated pillow. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Susie felt her lips curl into a sheepish grin. The room sighed. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she stood up and dusted herself off, kicking the feathers to the corner to join the dust bunnies. Julie threw her knapsack on the bed as Susie hastily embraced Joey and waved at Frank as he settled the flashlight on the nightstand, a silent token of apology. They all moved closer to the centre of the room as Julie unzipped the bag. 

“We stopped by shoppers on the way here, sorry it took so long,” blurs of colour folded out of the bag and onto the bed “but we picked some stuff up for you.” Julie leaned against the bedframe to give Susie time to examine her wares. 

On the dusty mattress lay a box of electric blue hair dye, a pack of menthol Newports, a crunchy chocolate bar, fluffy white teddy bear, and a cassette tape with ‘for Suzzie :)’ emblazoned on it in permanent marker. Susie was overwhelmed.

“Guys–” 

Julie wrapped an arm around her from behind and pointed at her presents with a peeling manicured finger, “The dye, crunch, and bear are from me, the mixtape is from Joey, and the Newports are from Frank,” she jokingly scoffed and glared at him from the corner of her eye “because he obviously wants to kill you before we graduate.” 

He flipped off Julie with a smirk and walked closer, “your favourite, right?” 

Susie stuffed the pack into her front pocket, the familiar weight soothing her “Yeah, thanks– you remembered.” 

Frank tousled her knotted hair, “Kinda hard to forget when you reek of mint every time you get to the caf.” 

Susie punched him lightheartedly– eliciting a mock cry of pain from the boy– and bent over to caress the glossy cassette tape with her fingertips, brushing over the inscription of her name. There were little stars and lightning bolts doodled next to it in gel pen. On the back, it said ‘from Joey >:)’. 

“That was supposed to be your Christmas gift, but I figured you should have it now.” 

“It’s mid-November,” 

“I like to plan ahead.” 

She grinned at his obvious lie. “So what’s on it?” 

Joey pulled a piece of creased notebook paper from his pocket, tracklist written in hasty scrawl “I had Julie help me out, you can yell at her if it's wrong.” 

Susie took her time examining the note, most of it spent deciphering his handwriting– tracks from Aphex Twin, Nine inch Nails, and even some of the obscure techno artists she annoyed everyone else with were there. Her lips curled over her braces as she beamed. 

“This is sick, Joey.” 

“Really?” 

“It’s perfect.” 

His shoulders sagged like he had been tense for the whole minute this interaction played out. “I’ll bring my player up here at some point,” Frank shot him a wink, and Susie pretended not to notice, but it made her feel a little sick. 

She loved Joey, but not that way. She didn’t know how to tell him that, though, and she also didn’t want to lead him on. Her heart only pined for Julie, who was waiting idly for Susie to pay attention to her. How the tables had turned. 

Susie’s black nails gripped the polar-white teddy bear and stared into its beady brown eyes, bewildered by the care her friends had shown her. She wasn’t used to this. “How much of this did you actually pay for?” 

Julie eyed Frank and put a finger to her lips “That’s classified.” 

Susie wanted to kiss her right then and there. So many nights she lay awake and fantasized about it; how she would taste, where her hands would travel, if her braces would make it awkward. Would she whisper to her and throw her blonde hair over one shoulder so it wouldn’t get in the way? Would Julie taste the menthols on her tongue? 

Would the nicotine on it drive her crazy?

Every night would end the same, with Susie going to bed alone in her cold bedroom, forever unfulfilled. Left solitary to wander the confines of her unsatisfactory thoughts, stuck at an impasse. Susie knew better than anyone that you don’t always get what you want, but why couldn’t she have this one good thing? 

She’d have to settle with simply being her friend and the thought terrified her. Julie seemed like her only ticket to happiness, the cure-all for her woes. ‘Take me,’ she wanted to scream. ‘Just fucking take me already!’ 

The stuffed animal in her arms’ stitched-on mouth smiled as if to reassure her–which sadly didn’t work much. She tried to distract herself by imagining different ways to give it a makeover, she could glue on some googly eyes, patch on some fabric, spray Julie’s perfume on it– 

Okay, maybe that angle wasn’t working either. 

Julie’s voice poked through her dizzy trance.

“You wanted to dye your hair blue, right?” 

“Hm?” 

Julie shook the box of hair dye, “You wanted to dye your hair blue, right? You said something about it the other day.” Concern painted her perfect face. 

“Oh, sorry, it’s—yes. I wanted to dye it blue—thank you, Julie–” Fumbling, Susie looked down at her faded pink tendrils: brown was steadily leaching into the strands. She dreaded the thought of being brunette again. 

“Are you okay? You spaced out on me there. We can leave if–”

“No!” She blurted, “I’m okay, more than, I just wasn’t expecting all this. That’s all.” 

Again, her heart filled with appreciation and her face grew hot with the embarrassment of being perceived. She took a split-second moment to lavish in the fact that for once, people cared enough to remember the little things, like her favourite brand of cigarettes, the music she listened to– even something as trivial as the colour she offhandedly said she wanted to dye her hair.  It was such an unnatural feeling, to be revered. Her eyes darted around the room to look at the faces of her friends, all of a sudden so grateful for them—fuzzy warmth cascaded through her body. 

Julie waited for her to continue, one hand on Susie’s arm. “I thought you’d come here to drag me out, get me back on my feet to continue the night’s activities– not this,” Susie’s eyes met the floor, full of guilt. How could she ever think so lowly of them? Julie’s brows furrowed, then softened, her eyes gentle. 

“I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to, okay? Even if that means postponing legion–” she rolled her eyes at the term Frank had coined, “--activities. You come first,” Susie found herself in Julie’s embrace once more, inhaling that sweet scent on her skin. “We can’t stop that prick from hurting you, but the least we can do is be there for when he does.” 

Frank tilted his head after a few moments of silence and put words to what everybody was thinking yet didn’t want to admit: “We could kill the fucker.” 

Nobody laughed. Joey’s face turned to stone, and Julie only clutched the girl in her arms tighter. Thunder cracked outside and icy sheets of rain slammed against the window, as inside, the four of them raged with the same deadly force. 

All they could do was wait for the storm to pass. 

…

The next day, in Julie’s small bathroom, Susie sat on the tile floor with her neck craned over the bathtub, freshly bleached scalp covered in cerulean sludge. 

“You’re gonna look like Marge,” Frank’s scratchy chuckle echoed. 

“Oh, shut up!” Julie pushed him, then bent over Susie and smiled haphazardly. “You’re gonna look great.” 

Joey, leaning against the countertop, put up a hand in defence, “Better than looking like a walking piece of bubblegum.” 

“Hey, you all said it looked good pink–” 

“Don’t listen to these morons, Suse,” 

Julie tilted her best friend’s head back, smiled, and turned on the handheld tap with blue-stained fingertips.

 I’m home, Susie thought, I’m home here.