#once i heard her voice i was like 'oh my sweet angel has returned!!!'

[cerealbishh]

"Did Emily make it back? I was gonna give her a ride but she ran off after her presentation. (...) It's just weird because her speech went so well. She was funny, talking off the cuff, she even sang at one point."

[ellieluvr420]

Friends? Never. Pt.21 (Ellie Williams x reader)

MASTERLIST (and information about Palestine) Please read!

SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

Tada! Hope this was worth the wait, my sincerest apologies, please excuse me while i go scream into my pillow anyway, enjoy u angels !!

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“Flip it mommy! Flip it!” 

“Okayyy, get ready, cross your fingers and your toes.” Clem looks at you perplexed and it only makes you giggle. “For good luck! I haven’t had as much practise as Mama.” She makes on O sound with her mouth before crossing her fingers and swaying as she tries to cross her toes. You take a deep breath in and flick the pan in attempt to flip the pancake. When it lands in the pan perfectly you both cheer before you quickly remember Ellie sleeping upstairs. She slept through most things but since Clem she has slept lighter, often beating you to the punch if you both heard Clem crying from a nightmare. You both giggle as you continue making the stack of pancakes. You put raspberries on the top pancake of Ellie and Clem’s plates in the shape of a smiley face before leaving Clem to pour syrup over her pancakes to her heart’s content as you check you have everything you need for when you leave. Your backpack was packed and so was Clem’s littler one so you returned to the kitchen to see the girl drowning her pancakes in syrup. She finally decides it’s enough when the syrup is almost spilling over the edge of the plate and lets you finish up your and Ellie’s pancakes. 

When everything was ready you let Clem carry her plate up the stairs as you carried yours and Ellie’s. Clem creeps into the room ahead of you and with a small nod of your head you both beam and take a deep breath in. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” You both yell in unison causing Ellie to jump awake. Clem quickly puts her plate on the bedside table and jumps at Ellie, wrapping her arms around Ellie’s neck and snuggling into the half-awake girl. 

“Happy birthday Mama! Wake uppppp, we made you pancakes!” Ellie’s eyes jolt open and as her eyes fall on the plates in your hands a huge grin creeps across her features, it only grows as she meets your eyes. 

“Thank you baby! Oh you are the best.” She squeezes Clem before shifting over to allow room for you to sit down next to her. You pass her plate to her as well as her cutlery and then pass Clem’s plate to her also. You notice Ellie looking down at the raspberry smiley face and when she looks back at you, your cheeks grow hotter at her doting gaze. 

“Happy birthday babe.” 

“I love you so much.” She leans in and presses a sweet kiss to your lips before pressing a kiss to Clem’s forehead. “and I love you kiddo. Thank you so much.” Clem giggles and you nod your head towards the pancakes to get her to eat before they go cold. She wastes no time before stuffing her face, Clem following her lead, as you watch them both devour what looks more like syrup with a side of pancakes, smiling at the matching smears of syrup on their chins. You put your plate down on the side and get up off the bed. “Where are you going?” Ellie scoffs through a mouthful of food. 

“To get your presents silly.” 

“Babe, you shouldn’t have.” 

“Shut up and eat your pancakes.” You chuckle as you walk off to Clem’s room where you had hidden the presents. As you approach the room once again you hear Clem’s voice. 

“Mama how old are you now?” 

“I’m twenty kiddo.” 

“Wow that’s really old.” 

“You’re telling me.” You giggle as you walk back in the room with the presents in your arms, handing one to Clem and laying the rest on the bed. 

“Go on Clemmy, give Mama her present from you.” She hands it over and Ellie handles it so carefully as she feels the softness of it under the brown wrapping paper. You had been preparing for Ellie’s birthday for some time now so each time you went on patrol you’d always be on the hunt for presents or other useful items such as the wrapping paper you had somehow managed to sneak past her, she was so oblivious sometimes. Ellie ripped open the paper and gasped as a green dinosaur plushie came into view.  

“Oh thank you kiddo! This is the best. What should we name ‘em?” Ellie beams at Clem who had grown slightly flushed at Ellie’s giddiness, she was so like Ellie. 

“Mmmm, Rex!” Clem chirped causing Ellie to chuckle. 

“Perfect. Welcome to the family Rex.” Ellie goes to smoosh the dinosaurs nose into Clem’s face as a sort of kiss before you stopped her and pointed to your lips as your eyes flicked to Clem’s, suddenly she noticed the sticky splotches of syrup still shining on her chin and laughs.  

“I’m gonna go get a cloth so we can clean you both up!” You say pointedly at Ellie that suddenly darts her tongue out of her mouth to taste her matching syrup stains. 

“Wait babe I can go, you need to eat yours.” 

“Ellie shut up.” You smile lovingly before disappearing out of the room again missing Ellie and Clem both trying to lick all the remnants of their breakfast of the places they could reach. You return and wipe Clem’s face with the damp cloth and then move onto Ellie before she can try and grab the rag and do it herself. “Okay, now you can play.” Ellie rolls her eyes as she smiles before diving the plushie back at Clem and nuzzling it into her face while making obnoxiously loud smooching sound with her lips. 

“Ah mama that tickles!” Clem shrieks through giggles before Ellie lets up and points the plushie in your direction. 

“Pucker up buttercup!” You raise your eyebrows at Ellie as your face remains deadpan. “Uh whose birthday is it? Mine, sooooo... pucker up.” She grins cheekily as you huff and pucker your lips, your eyes fluttering shut out of habit. When you feel Ellie’s lips on yours your eyes flash open, squeaking ever so slightly at of surprise. “What you thought I’d let Rex here steal my mrs? No way.” Ellie sounds so serious you can’t help but laugh at her absurdity, you swear you never laughed this much with anyone other than Ellie. She places the plushie down between her and Clem, patting him on the head before grabbing another present, this time it was rectangular and solid – a book, she thought. She looks at you for permission and with a nod of your head she rips the wrapping off with even more might than last time. “Holy fuck, babe! Are you kidding me?” She holds the book up in awe as her eyes scan over the title again and again. “Stargazing for dummies” She repeats quietly. “Are you calling me a dummy?” 

“Yes but you’re my dummy.” You grin and she is so excited she doesn’t even snip back at your quip. She flips through the book quietly as you watch and her smile only grows with each page she looks at. 

“I can’t wait to use this, thank you babe, really.” She cups your cheek and rubs her thumb over the expanse of skin as she looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky that she was itching to look at with you and Clem, she didn’t want to wish the day away but she also couldn’t wait for nightfall. You nudge her with the next present as she seems completely lost in the book and although you loved to watch her, you were on a schedule and you wanted enough time for the big surprise you had planned before the next bigger surprise you had also planned, you had been preparing for Ellie’s birthday for awhile... 

She screeches when she reveals the set of watercolours you had found at Mabel’s stand at the market the other week. She only really drew with a pen or a pencil and after she had rambled to you about how she wishes she could add colour to her artwork sometimes, your mind was set, you were on a mission to find something to allow her to do that and Mabel, being Mabel, had the perfect timing. “Clemmy, how do you feel about me painting a picture of your cute little face?”  

“Really?!” 

“Oh yeah, it would be my honour. My first painting is gonna be of you and Mommy.” She beamed at Clem before muttering to herself. “My girls.” Her eyes met yours and they conveyed the love that was pouring out of her as if she was screaming the words at you, so loud and clear it caused you to tear up slightly. She looked elated and it made your heart sing.  

You all sat together as she opened the last few presents, the atmosphere warm and tender as the sun glowed throughout the room. When everything was done, you offered to help Clem get ready but she seemed eager to prove she was big enough to do it herself as she hopped off the bed and sped towards her, formerly your, room as you and Ellie chuckled at her. 

“Babe I genuinely don’t know what to say. I don’t deserve you.” She pulls you into her lap as you wrap your arms around her neck and lean in for a longer kiss now that Clem is out of the room. As you pull away you notice the glassy sheen over her eyes, mirroring yours. “I can’t even explain how much I love you.” 

“Oh El, I love you more and you deserve the world you dummy.” You smile as you recall her reaction to the book while snuggling into her. “Do you like all your presents?” 

“Are you kidding me? I’m the luckiest girl in the world, I can’t thank you enough, this has been perfect.” 

“Good but the day is not over yet, we’ve got a lot planned so you need to get ready.” 

“What are we doing?” 

“If I tell you that it ruins the surprise, just get ready, it’s gonna be hot today by the way.” You wink before climbing off of her to take the dirty dishes downstairs leaving her dumbfounded as she tried to figure out what you had planned. You smirked knowing she never would. 

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“Maria, I know that lake, infected never get out there because if they go that way they’re spotted by the guards at the towers and taken out. Please it’s for Ellie’s birthday, I just wanna make it special.” You begged and pleaded with Maria as she looked at you like you were a thorn stuck in her thumb. 

“I wouldn’t be as opposed if it was just you and Ellie but Clem too? I don’t like the idea.” 

“Oh come on Maria, do you really think I’d do something that would put her in danger? I’ve been there so many times over the years and there’s never been any infected ever. I’ll even wake up super early to check out the area and make sure it’s clear before she wakes up if it will make you let us go.” Maria rubbed her temples as she contemplated your idea. 

“I will let you go, with Clem, for a few hours, I’ll send a team out to clear it in the morning so don’t get there before ten am alright?” 

“Oh my god thank you thank you thank you!” You pull her into a tight hug as she chuckles at your excitement. 

“Seriously though, don’t let your guard down and whatever you do, do not put that little girl in danger. If anything seems the slightest bit off, you come back, okay?” 

“Of course Maria, I promise we’ll all be fine.”  

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“Babe why are we at the gates?” 

“Family outing!” 

“Does Maria know?” 

“You think we’d be going if she didn’t?” 

“True.” Ellie climbs on Shimmer and then you help Clem up to sit in front of her before mounting Greg. Your heart jumped a little as the gates opened and you began your short journey to the lake where you and Ellie had snuck off to so many times when you were fourteen and again recently. You had mainly seen the lake at night so the image of the crystal-clear water shimmering from the sun was making you antsy to get there. 

Ellie surveyed her surroundings desperately trying to guess where you were going until suddenly it popped into her mind. “Are we going to the lake?” 

“I don’t know, are we Ellie?” You look over your shoulder and flash a coy smile seeing her face light up. 

“Fuck yeah.” You hear her mutter causing you to roll her eyes, lovingly but still disgruntled by her potty mouth that had already worked its way into Clem’s vocabulary. It annoyed you more that you had to stifle a laugh whenever Clem swore than Ellie actually swearing but she didn’t need to know that because she’s never let you live it down. 

The lake came into view and Clem screeched at the sight, she loved the pond in Jackson, but the pond didn’t compare to the large lake that shimmered exactly like you had pictured. As you dismounted the horses and tied them up, Clem bounced around unable to contain her excitement. You slid her backpack off her shoulders and emptied the contents, a swimming costume and some arm bands that would serve well while you taught her to swim. You came across them on a patrol as well as the swimming costume in a shop in the mountain resort and it gave you the idea about the lake. You still didn’t understand why they sold that stuff at the mountain resort but it worked in your favour so you didn’t dwell on it. You found a bikini for yourself that you were already wearing under your clothes so you knelt down and grabbed the options you had brought for Ellie to show her. A forest green all in one swim costume, a black bikini that was similar to yours and a pair of black swimming shorts – or trunks as the package had called them. 

“I wasn’t sure what you’d want so er I grabbed a few options.” You say holding them out to her as she inspects them. She settles on the black bikini top with the black swimming trunks as you began changing Clem into her costume that was a pink all-in-one with a little frilly skirt running around her waist. She looked as cute as a button and as she span watching the skirt float around her, giggling and clapping, you knew she liked it too.  

“I’m never taking it off!” 

“We’ll see about that.” You grinned as you began blowing up the arm bands until they were firm then pushing them up her arms until they sat just below her shoulders. You looked up to see Ellie changed and the sight of her toned body had you licking your lips. “Why don’t you take her in? I’ll be there in two secs.” She nods and smiles before leading Clem to the water as you shrugged off your clothes to reveal the red bikini you had picked out. It was simple but it made you feel pretty and from the way Ellie’s jaw dropped as you sauntered over to the edge of the lake, you knew she agreed. 

You all spent hours in the lake, teaching Clem to swim, Ellie attempting to do handstands and failing miserably causing her to cough and splutter and moan about water going up her nose though you only scolded her for not learning her lesson over and over again. Eventually she managed to stay up right with her legs bent and flailing for a couple seconds and the proud look on her face when she emerges from the water has you relenting and telling her it looked perfect just to stop her from trying again. 

The sun made the water warmer but it was still a welcome reprieve from the sweltering heat on land. It was so easy to get swept up in the joy of the moment you almost missed the sun showing you it was time to head back to Jackson but you didn’t which gave you enough time to rush them out of the water and back into their dry clothes after they both practically shook off like dogs just in time. 

The whole way home Ellie moaned and groaned about not wanting to leave but you promised her over and over again that you’d go back soon and that seemed to satisfy her enough that she’d stop being a pain in the ass. 

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“SURPRISE!” Ellie screamed like she had never screamed before as she walked through the front door and was greeted by her friends and family all standing in the living room. At the exact moment her face contorted and her body jumped away from them a bright flash went off followed by Jesse’s deafening laughter as he nearly collapsed on the ground.  

“I could’ve killed you all!” Ellie shrieked as she clutched her chest, you and Clem both in a similar state to Jesse. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure you could kiddo.” Joel walked over to her with a cocky grin as he embraced her in a hug that she wasn’t quite recovered enough to return. “Happy birthday, I love ya.” 

“Ew old man, don’t be gross.” You pinched her side and she winced before looking at her feet. “I love you too.” She muttered. 

“I know. I’m great, don’t blame ya!” He chirped and all of a sudden Jesse started cackling once again as he stared down at a... polaroid. Ellie snatched it from his hand and her moment of absolute terror had been caught at the perfect moment by Jesse. Her mouth was open, mid-shriek, one leg was pulled up to her chest and her arms were crossed over defensively. You peaked over her shoulder and started cackling like a hyena as you snatched the polaroid from her.  

“Look Clemmy! Isn’t this a good picture of Mama?” You managed through wheezes, Clem immediately giggled before the polaroid was ripped from your hand by Ellie once again. 

“Alright, alright. Can we be nice to me seeing as it’s my birthday maybe?” 

“Speaking of, happy birthday.” Jesse chimes in as he hands Ellie the polaroid camera. 

“Wait, seriously?” 

“Yeah, found it on patrol and figured you could use it seeing as you’re all artsy fartsy. I got you loads of the paper thingys that you put in the camera also, they’re in a bag in the kitchen. It was a sick shop.” He was so nonchalant after giving Ellie something that was going to allow her to make all the memories of Clem growing up and her growing old with you permanent. 

“Jesse you fucker this is fucking awesome!” She lunges at him and hugs him like she’s trying to break his back as he pats her back lightly with the hand that wasn’t pressed as firmly to his side than the other. 

“Ooh our turn! This is from me Maria and Tommy.” Joel smiled as they all stepped aside revealing something under a white sheet. Ellie inched over to it and ripped the sheet off to see an electric guitar, the amp and everything. She had seen one in the music store with Joel on patrol and picked it up saying how cool it would be to play one of them so when Joel was there a few weeks ago on patrol the idea suddenly popped into his head and he enlisted Tommy’s help to lug everything back to Jackson and fix it up so it was like brand new. He hadn’t been entirely sure it would be possible but when he tested it, it was near-enough perfect. 

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? An electric fucking guitar! Babe, I am gonna serenade you so hard tonight.” She almost sings her last sentence as Joel grimaces at you. 

“Sorry ‘bout that.” He says sheepishly as you chuckle. 

“Don’t be, this is really impressive guys. It’s perfect.” You answered as Ellie was too busy fiddling around with everything, she didn’t even know what to do first so she just started almost glitching as she moved from the guitar, to the amp, to the wall, to the cords all wrapped up neatly on the floor, back to the guitar, then to wall again and so on until Joel took pity on the frantically excited girl and set it up for her. 

“While he’s fixing that, Ellie, here’s your present from me. Happy birthday!” Dina beamed as she handed her a box. Ellie opened the lid and her jaw dropped. There were CDs, DVDs, vinyls and most importantly, the savage starlight comic that would finally answer the cliff hanger that has played on her mind since she was fourteen. She had found so many over the years but she had never found the comic that was the second part of the one she had stolen from Bill’s. “Your lovely girlfriend over there helped me a little with the other things, we kinda made the collection over the past few months but I found this the other week and figured you mightttt want to know what happened after that cliffhanger we’ve all heard you moan about for years.”  

“Dina, this is insane, thank you so much.” She hugged Dina before turning back to you and enveloping you in her body like you would float away any second. “And you... Thank you, this has been the best birthday ever! You are an angel.” She whispers into your hair as you hold back happy tears that you had been fighting all day, you had been so emotional lately you were honestly considering the possibility that the strap on Ellie found was magic and you were actually pregnant. It was more likely that you were due on your period but still, it was nice to fantasize.  

Ellie flipped through the contents of the box until Joel announced the guitar was ready causing her to leap over to him, almost tripping on the white sheet she had left discarded in the middle of the room. She took the guitar in her hands, slipping the strap over her neck and putting an arm through before strumming a chord then made the house vibrate ever so slightly. Clem clamped her hands over her ears as she winced slightly causing you to pick her up and kiss her cheek as she giggled with you. “Whoops, lemme turn that down a little bit.” She says sheepishly before repeating the chord with a look of awe painted all over her features.  

You grabbed the polaroid camera and snapped a picture of her standing looking down at the guitar and she frowned at you as you beamed in her direction while shaking the polaroid. Your mum had always done that when she’d take a picture of you on special occasions, so you simply did it out habit and not because you knew if it actually helped or not. 

The afternoon rolled round into the evening as you all sat outside round a fire Joel and Tommy had been keeping alight. So many pictures had been taken already but Ellie’s favourite by far was the one of you holding Clem, Clem cuddled into your side as you hold her on your hip, Clem was smiling cheekily at the camera and you were kissing her forehead with a smile that was evident even from the side of your face. You were glowing and she glowed even brighter every time she looked at it. She didn’t need any presents for this to have been the best birthday, it was already the best because this was her first birthday with both of you in her life, loving you was the best present she could’ve ever asked for. 

Everyone stayed until there was a chill to the air and the orange and pink hues of the sky had long turned to darkness with hundreds of thousands of stars glittering over their heads. The stars seemed clearer tonight and as she thought about the stargazing book you had gifted her, her excitement only swelled. 

Dina and Jesse were the last to go, Joel, Tommy and Maria leaving about an hour before, excusing themselves due to their tiredness. Ellie had scolded Joel for how much of an old man he was, as always, but when he quipped back with ‘watch out, you’ll blink and you’ll be as old as me’ she could’ve been scared at the thought, she would’ve been a year prior but as she looked at you and Clem it only made her excited for all the years you would share together. 

Once everyone had left you put a defiant but very sleepy Clem to bed and returned to Ellie in the back garden with two blankets and her stargazing book. 

“Oh you read my mind.” 

“It’s almost like I know you super well or something.” You giggled as Ellie stomped out the fire and you both laid out the first blanket before laying down and covering yourselves with the second one. You cuddled into Ellie’s side, leaning on her chest as she wrapped an arm around you and thumbed through the book with her free hand to find the section showing her different constellations. You spent at least an hour looking at the stars, occasionally arguing over what constellation was which though you always relented eventually. 

“Did you have a good birthday babe?” 

“Better than good, it was fucking perfect. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

“They all got you such good gifts, they know you so well. Feel like they put me to shame.” You chuckled as you said it but she picked up on the insecurity on your voice in a matter of seconds. 

“Babe, the lake, the surprise party, the pancakes in bed, you literally spoiled me rotten and then the presents on top of that, they were perfect, the whole day was perfect and so are you. I love everything you got me, especially because it came from you. This day wouldn’t have been perfect without you, okay?” 

“I love you Ellie, happy birthday.” 

“I love you more than there are stars in the sky, thank you, for everything.” You kissed her soft, sweetly as you cradled her head, smiling into the kiss. She was right, it was a perfect day. 

tags: @emiliabby @readbydayana @radioheadfan699 @lil-elliesgf @isitadinosaur @amberputh @maelovescashew @a-little-bit-of-everybody @moonspowder @bready101

[immoralimmortals]

Name 2: Deidara

Hello! I've decided that I have enough tidbits I've written for some Akatsuki members in my fic that I can make posts of them. There's a running story, but I hope you can enjoy this standalone post. Think of them as drabbles c:

Deidara's subplot is largely about him thinking Takara is powerful and has sinister motivations...and yet he loves it.

“I have to say, my dear—" A coo earlier from her lips is returned in kind right behind her head. "—bravo!”

“AH!”

Deidara mirrors, too, a brief shout of his own as she jumps in such a way at his sudden/not so sudden arrival that instead of tumbling backwards inside, she tumbles out. Goodness, how dynamic...! He's going to be kept on the tips of his toes, isn't he?

“Ohhh, no you don’t—!”

Wind roughens her eardrum, pulls at her hair as a swoosh carries her away— literally carries her away. After expecting to slam her corpse upon the ground and finding she has not, the performer pries open her eyes against the harsh sunlight. Her vision gradually adjusts to the sight above that is playing savior, a smirking face and fluttering yellow hair like woven gold. White wings are behind him, and though he sits upon his creation, its clay feathers make him look like the angel. It’s like a daydream...

One starkly blue eye pins her down as she’s held in his arms as they glide midair, passing clouds until the bird finishes spiraling down, not even a bump to indicate once they've landed. Oh so masterfully, the truest artist forcefully pulls away her reigns. The sun overshadows, makes his face so darkly lit as he beams down, his eyes and voice slick with mischief or something worse.

“You’re quite the performer,” the latest houseguest kisses up, not feeling one bit of grief for that mouse in the slightest. He forged it, after all, from his own chakra— his very life essence. As its god, he chooses when it dies, and what narrator keeps a character past its usefulness? ...Good narrators, that is.

There’s something in his voice as he looks down at her...so cool...so calm...so sweet…and it’s menacing. She catches his visible eye twitch slightly as his smile grows and shows more teeth, unsettled and unsettling.

“...I’ve heard a lot about you...un.”

As her one real, brief attachment and comfort continues to explode beyond bits and pieces, filling the sky behind sunshine hair with rainbows like all the world’s a stage and this is all his show, there’s a pit in her stomach:

...This man may be her worst nightmare, proving the point of her soliloquy by pulling the rug from under her feet just for kicks. And he savors that fact, knowing very well that two can try to play her game. “Let’s get to know each other...shall we?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“W—huh?! Lady!!!”

As Deidara shakes the woman by the shoulders, her eyelids do not raise and all of her weight is still leaning against his body. Out fucking cold.

“What—how—” Finally, he recognizes the blame should be external to this house. “Sasori! What’d you do to her!”

The dark figure still stands in the corpse of a creation of his own, his own macabre art he’s so very proud of to the point that her reaction is beyond fathom. Calmly as ever, knuckles raise to grip the sack over Sasori’s head, pulling it off to the grand reveal of a pretty boy’s face, the soft swish of his doll-like hair. Dull brown eyes blink, and the most expression to be read off of them would be akin to seeing your snack cost one cent more than you thought it would. That is to say...not very much.

“Nothing, fool. ...I see your scheme is failing spectacularly.”

“I told you not to interrupt!”

And as the puppetmaster shrugs, Deidara growls with all of the strength in his throat, trying to get it out of his system before his opponent's ears are awake to listen.

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Custom-fit seduction isn’t as...straightforward as Deidara expected it to be. Maybe her jutsu is a touch more about changing him than changing herself to suit his tastes. Either way...he is very, very careful to not hear her song for more than a few seconds, no matter how lauded it is, especially so. There’s a hunch that’s where the hardest punch is, if he heard the stories right. No one really cared about this traveler, after all, until she started singing. But what he doesn’t know is that it’s hard to beat someone at the game when you proposed 3D chess and they’ve already playing with checkers for the past couple months.

It’s approaching night one, he laments, a bite to his thumb. The woman has been as flighty as can be:

“You always look so cute when you cook, un?!” A playful bump into her side practically sends her across the room, even when he was purposefully gentle.

“I! Sure! Okay!!!” she shouts, nearly burning dinner as it slides off of her pan and into the fire, an extension of her shaking arm. “Oh SHIT—”

And then later:

“Wow...these roses…” the man murmurs, black-lined eye hooded before it briefly closes. He takes a long, exaggerated sniff of one before plucking it from the bush and offering the flower to the mysterious lady. “They almost smell as nice as you...un.”

“…” She and the roses have the exact same color in common, and she holds it in her hands so tight that the thorns make her hand bleed.

Yet again:

“Damn, I cannot stand the way your curves look under that dress, my dear. Give a guy some space! You’re making it difficult!”

But of course, she takes him literally and runs out of the room, leaving him still smiling with his mouth but glaring daggers with his eyes. She really is making this damn difficult. What’s the strategy? What’s she getting at…?

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“...Did you mention Itachi?”

The bomber waits for her to nod, even as he knows the answer. It’s all about leading the play, doing a “yes and” improv.

“It’s really impressive of you to beat his genjutsu. Perhaps there’s something I can learn from you after all...”

And though none of these words or their intent make sense at all, she can at least read that his tone, most surely, is pleased. And she is a people pleaser, after all...so this must be something closer to good than her fate was moments before confession.

“Let’s start over, shall we?” A palm enters her personal space, waiting for acceptance. “I’m Deidara, Deidara of Iwagakure.”

Tentatively, fingers of her own curl and uncurl near her chest, nervous as a mind races in thought and dodges coming fears. Finally, they stretch, and he understands now what was meant when he heard her touch is so very soft. The edges of her mouth twitch...twitch...and upturn. Then, a sound. Giggling...she’s giggling…!

“You...never told me your name until now!” the woman reveals, amused to high heavens. “I thought you were keeping it a secret!”

So now it's his turn to flush red as a tomato. “What?! No way! You must have missed it. I would have never...un.” As her free hand comes to her mouth to cover an upcoming, uglier laugh, he hums long and hard in disapproval and decides to take revenge.

“What the SHIT!”

Her hand is pulled away in an instant at a mysterious, moist touch, and where her palm was is now a gaping maw, a human mouth on his FUCKING HAND with tongue and teeth and maybe even a throat and all. He smirks, and this time it’s real. He goddamn means it. What a little shit.

“My kekkei genkai,” he explains. “Good lesson, Takara!”

And the first time he utters her name, and it sounds so natural from his lips like it's really her own. But then, as if to say “Okay, I mean it this time”, the arm of his lowers...and it comes back up, asking her to trust him, ignore the age old tale of “fool me once, fool me twice.” And even as the glossy, wet muscle slithers back between thin lips, she hesitates in much the same way she twitched back and forth to touch his pale, angelic wings the night before.

But curiosity is so enticingly morbid, to purposefully hold a mouth to her skin not too unlike trusting a siren’s spoken song.

Her palm on his now feels so strange, knowing that it could kiss her at an moment. Or lick again. But she swallows, and the woman refocuses on new beginnings, second chances.

“I’m Takara,” she weaves, telling the story of who she has become, “Of Hoshigakure.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“Oh, Deidara!” The coo falls from her lips like honey, thick and golden and dramatic. “I’ve never been so in love in my LIFE!”

“Oh, my darling Takara…” he returns, wrapping her in a bow with his entrapping adoration. “But surely we can fall even deeper...”

Sasori stares at them as they pose in the hallway, just for him to see, the woman in pink, white, and blue with a wrist to her forehead like a fainting southern belle as she’s held around the back by the movie star-gorgeous blonde. He blinks, slowly again, and if he was a cat, his tail would be flicking in agitation.

“Oh, you’ve caught me…! I’ve used my feminine wiles to seduce all these men under my thumb...and yet here I am, absolutely melting in your touch! How did you do it?!”

“Of course, dear...it was my plan all along!”

An actress's gasp is loud enough to fill an auditorium, the woman going full ham just as Deidara's story needs in order to win. His eye looks up in hope to take in a sore loser's barest approval...—

"...Huh?"

—...Just in time to witness his poisonous partner pointedly walking away without a damn word, even after all of his efforts.

“S-Sasori no danna! Where are you going! ACKNOWLEDGE ME, DAMMIT!”

“You’re both the biggest idiots I’ve met in this life or any other.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“I don’t...think...I could ever...be...pretty.”

The brow’s furrowing deepens and his smile widens at this absurd thing the performer just said.

“Does it matter?!”

The breath hitches in her throat. She knew it. She fucking knew it, she’d never be—

“Even if you don’t think so...it just is. You are. Facts don’t change even if you don’t believe in them, un.”

This is such a roller coaster of emotions and twists that she’s mute, having no idea what to say to that. Turns out this is advantageous to the sculptor, shaping this situation into what he wants it to be. “The way your emotions are so fleeting...how well you speak without words...it’s envious, you know. The way you carry yourself?” He huffs, and it makes her heart do loop-da-loops. “...No wonder Kisame calls you a princess.” The sky blue becomes partially hidden, an eyelid lowering as he turns up the charm to impress the charmer. “It’s an earned title, un.”

But surely...surely this isn’t something so specific to her, she sourly hopes…!

“Do you think everyone...is pretty?” the woman reaches. The blonde man rolls his eyes up in retort.

“Well, yeah! But. Doesn’t make you less so, un. I might have been buttering you up, but I don’t need a scope to see that.”

…

Oh.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“A butterfly...it’s a little late for you this time of year, friend.” Almost like they were made for it, one of her fingers are offered to the bug and it eagerly accepts, the siren withdrawing a symbol of nature’s beauty so it may be properly seen by them both. Another chuckle— no, a giggle!...— and she smiles wide enough to show her own teeth. Her eyelids lower so slowly as if the flutter of her lashes alone could scare the creature away. “You looked like Tobi’s mask, black and orange on his face like that!”

Deidara ignores the heat on his cheeks, being compared to someone so uncouth, and instead lets his pout speak for him...that is, until he has a question. “Takara-chan...what do you mean by that?”

“Well, his mask is orange and the eyehole is—”

“No. I get that. The other thing you said.”

“Ahhh, mmmm, oh!” Vocalizations help her remember what happened mere seconds ago. “It’s getting late in the seasons for butterflies to still be alive, at least if things here work the same way as where I was before.” The perch for the bug is raised, letting the flame of its wings catch the glitter of sun rays. “With fall around the corner, I don’t expect you to stick around here.” How lovingly she looks at the insect, Deidara notes. The way her eyes pinch, the adoration that graces her lips. Ah...yes…

That’s the goal he’s going to set.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

With yet another hum today, Deidara cocks his head and tries to imagine such a thing. To be up in the air, high enough to fly over mountains...and yet not feel it? Then what’s the point? Might as well be asleep in a crate the whole way if you’re missing the experience of flying. “So…” he prods, cautiously seeing if he can reboost his pride. “...You’ve never flown. Not really.” She shakes her head.

“No...of course not. That’s not a thing.”

“…”

And to make sure she spots the softness reentering his eyes, Deidara gently takes fingers under her chin and turns her face to look at them. As best as he can tell, she’s at least not lying about the fear. He waits patiently until he knows she sees him, sees his convincing, confident smile.

“You haven’t lived till you tried it.” The hand lets go, and thankfully her stare remains, no matter how tenuous. “Give it a shot, un?”

“…”

Her heart isn’t even beating right now, it’s just a tight, twisting black hole sucking the rest of her in. He’s insane. He’s insane…!

…

She’s insane.

Redness tinges her cheeks once more as she preemptively apologizes. “Forgive me if I cling too hard.”

“Darling—” Oh, she realizes. He hasn’t called her that since they pretended to be in love. Her heart reenters the fray; she can tell since it’s doing flips now to pump hot, excited blood through the body. “—It would be an insult if you didn’t.”

Not even five minutes later, the woman wraps her arms around his back tighter and tighter with each flap of clay wings, the scent of salty earth an aura as she buries her face in his neck and gilded hair exactly as soft as it looks, with one eye barely able to peek in the frontier of the heavens. The turbulence rings in her ears and as he laughs so fondly, she shrieks. Like being on a rollercoaster, it is in both fright and exuberance.

But the ground is so beautiful from up here, and though a rough lover, the wind plays with her hair until it sends tingles down her back.

And for Deidara to turn his own back on someone... Risk is most certainly the most erotic of foreplay. They ride until the day is over and the sky turns red, the night the same color as the morning she died. Butterflies chase and dance around them, beginning the long journey home for the winter.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“Oh— Don’t go ruining your nails over it, but…” The tongue on his face sticks out as he reaches into his pocket. “I finally finished this, un.”

The lips of a palm close as he couldn’t have helped but gave one last finishing touch, the little statue she’s seen him working on since the day they met. It is a girl in a hat wearing a dress and holding a bag over her shoulder. Does she look like that? The thing is cupped in her hands, the amount of detail helping her eyes twitch more and more to take it all in. Blink, blink, blink. It feels like her vision is more in focus than before, edges not quite so fuzzy.

It takes a while for the sculptor to realize that she is returning it to him, the way it’s so slow and gradual how she pushes her palms back in his space. “No, no! That’s yours to keep, un.” But she gets even closer to him; Deidara hums in confusion as the gift is taken back; he twists the thing in his fingers, looking for flaws. “What? What’s wrong?”

Bright blue eye twitched back up with a hum as her index finger unfolds to point at him. “...You want me to keep it for you,” he guesses. The barest of nods, but the point continues. “What?” Continues. “What about me?”

…

Oh. He smiles wide, not the sort he puts on— cool, collected, angled ever so slightly to the side on purpose— but one big and toothy and unabashedly sincere. If this is still a performance, somehow, then it is one that deserves his applause. Even without a voice, what a powerful siren she is.

“You want one of me! Don’t you?” And for the first time since she came back, she smiles too, and Deidara feels like a butterfly.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

How far the woman has come in a matter of days. The keys of the piano not only ring out so much more easily under her touch, but she— using a skill impossible prior— can now watch and instruct someone else on how to follow her lead. Deidara sits next to her, spot where Sasori was before, drinking in her advice on how to arch his wrists and what notes sound best when played together. It’s so adorable how his tongue sticks out, just a little bit like when he’s working on his clay.

His visible eye glances back to her not once but twice, and she realizes she herself has a big, dumb smile on her face. The glance is mirrored, her looking away and looking back, smile shrinking a bit.

“Caught you looking at me instead of the keys, un.”

And now she’s bright pink to match the new broach at her neck.

“Sorry. I just...noticed that thing you do.” She interrupts herself, but the mistake has already been made; Deidara hums at her questioningly. “With...your tongue?”

“What thing?”

Oh god, he doesn't know, does he...? You gotta be kidding. “You stick it out when you’re concentrating.”

Now he’s rosy too. “I do not!” He absolutely does and he knows it.

“I—” Well...facts are facts, but to insult with telling the truth ain't fun, either... “—Sorry.”

“No, no" the blonde interrupts, removing his hands from the keys; they seem to grin with either anxiety, tension, or excitement. "Don’t back up! We’re arguing now, Takara-chan,” he says deviously, and it reminds her of when he asked her to pinpoint exactly why she likes stories about alienation. Deidara glances to make sure his fingers are poised above the correct notes, waiting to turn his glance back onto her accusingly before pressing a particularly dramatic chord. Drama queen. “What do you mean I stick my tongue out when I’m concentrating?”

Taken aback, all his tutor can do is blink and stutter. “That...you...do?” The chord is pressed again, twice as if trying to provide a sense of menace.

“Is that all you got?”

“I— yes!" the woman counters, and though her brow curls, she is most certainly grinning just like the mouths centering his palms. "Deidara…there isn’t really more I can say! I just see you do it!” A pause...oh. Maybe...she misunderstood his tone. Apologetically, her next words come much softer. “I...don’t mean to embarrass you.”

“You’re not,” he answers reflexively, though most certainly he is. Gosh...it's like she can't so much as be excited without feeling bad. Good thing he's here to train her out of it. “But the consideration is...appreciated. Now..." The man reposes, wrists lifted and ready to continue to something that makes her a bit more happy. "...Where were we?”

[glindaupland]

The Phantom of the Opera | Seoul, South Korea | 동팬텀 x 손크리 Review 1/6

October 8, 2023 - Evening | 200th Performance, 100th for Seoul

The Phantom of the Opera | 전동석 Jeon Dong-seok

Christine Daaé | 손지수 Sohn Ji-soo

Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny | 송원근 Song Won-geun

Carlotta Giudicelli | 한보라 Han-Bora

Oh hey, it's that man I never shut up about. Round 1 out of 2 of him! I made the following excuse for this ticket decision: I need something for my sanity the day I arrive after a 19 hour long trip so why not add in a special milestone performance if the chance is right there? Well, I got two very different experiences on both days I saw him, so it was absolutely worth it. So you'll have to read both to get the full picture. Let's begin with this one

My friends have heard this 5000 times, but I don't know what devil possessed him on the first show. Maybe it was because it was a special show and he wanted to show off? Who knows! I ate it up! He for sure woke me up after 24+ hours of no sleep and 19 hours of travel! I had a horrible migraine the whole show! I don't care!

Hannibal Rehearsal / Think of Me

Sorry, but if you could extract the view from my eyes like camera footage during Hannibal rehearsal it would be like at least 70% Yoon Young-seok fancam. His Monsieur André is clearly very passionate and enthusiastic about opera and has major googoo eyes for Carlotta. He kind of reminded me of Nehal Joshi with his energy 🥹 As many of you may know, he was the original Phantom in Korea and played the role in both the 2001-2 and 2009-11 runs! He had said that he wanted to return to POTO because it felt like home to him, but not as the Phantom again (even in 2010 he felt taking the role again in the future would be greedy). So it's been really sweet to see his clear love for the show in this. When Piangi got cut off because of singing "Roma", from behind you could hear one of the ensemble members complain about doing this 200 times because it was the 200th performance. 😆 It was also really funny when Piangi did a pinky promise to himself during the "Promise me" line when Carlotta was singing 'Think of Me'. He is really all over her

As others have said, Sohn Ji-soo really is reminiscent of classic 90's Christines. I think she has a light operatic voice pretty similar to Sarah Brightman's (she is an opera singer making her musical debut in this show). I lean towards these types of voices for Christine so she was my favorite to listen to most of the time. It kind of felt like her Christine was already "more experienced" than Eun-hye's? I don't mean that she's better at it, I mean her Christine's energy felt more experienced if that makes sense. SEH Christine looked like it was her first time in the spotlight. Maybe it's the actual opera singer experience she has coming through. She is absolutely light and angelic though, I adore her voice :') Monsieur André is very into Christine's performance the whole time looking proud of her. But sadly poor André surrounded by hooligans who don't respect the arts once again! Raoul would get up to cheer for Christine and he would immediately look mortified waving his hands for him to stop and then crouch covering his mouth in embarrassment. Madame Firmin looked at him in shock and Monsieur Firmin looked away covering the side of his face like he couldn't bear to see it or be seen with him

Angel of Music / Little Lotte

SJS Christine has "her head in the clouds". She looked like she was drifting off in a trance hearing the Phantom's praises until Meg pulled her out of it. Son Won-geun is the standard soft, protective Raoul. He's a good egg. Maybe not a very seasoned exciting egg often, but he's definitely a stable choice for the future! That's always my preferred temperament anyway even if it isn't super unique. These two make a pretty classic Raoulstine pair. Even if some of her lines can be a bit awkwardly spoken sometimes, I thought she's improved and seemed really adorable and innocent.

The First Lair | POTO / MOTN / STYDI

SJS Christine looks at everything around her in the boat like this world she's entering is so magical and beautiful to her. When she was singing for him at the end, JDS Phantom looked like he was drowning himself in the sound of her voice. He smiled and nodded excitedly, motioning for her to continue. He also smiled when passing his hand over his music at his organ, saying he wanted her alone to sing his music. God. I think Dong-seok's Phantom is a nerd. I know he's very pretty and romantic, but his Phantom fumbles around restlessly unsure of what to do with Christine. Definitely "I've never seen a woman before in my life" energy. We must be convinced by acting that a pretty man can too be a terrible basement loser too after all! Despite this, his hands had very pretty and delicate movements gliding through the air. They looked like they were guiding and drawing the music out of her. He was a little less awkward this performance, but he would lose his flow and get stressed if he actually got to close to her. He switched his hands after turning her face away from him to gently draw her face near him again with the tips of his fingers. But when she stepped forward to try to kiss him he got panicky with wide eyes and stepped away quickly. He adjusted his collar a bit as he continued as if he had struggled to breathe for a moment. When Christine approached him on the portcullis, he looked shy about it and turned away. It's a bit funny since Ji-soo's Christine is 1) Always very into MOTN and following the Phantom 2) Has the best chemistry with him and KJT Phantom most of all. I don't think you need to have much game to win with her, but you're still stressing this much about it! But he got stronger at the end! First, he lightly touched her shoulder with one hand and drew back hesitantly, but then he walked around her to wrap his other arm around her slowly. Once he realized he finally did have her, he became bolder. He leaned in close with a voice heavy with desire and rubbed his cheek in her hair. Please...he almost seemed like a proud kid presenting their art project when he brought Christine to the mirror bride. His pure excitement to show Christine his gift made his confused and freaked out reaction to her passing out especially funny to me. Poor guy, that's not the way to get ladies.

I Remember/Stranger Than You Dreamt It

It wasn't loud enough to hear what he was saying, but he mumbled to himself while working on his music. It made me really curious He causes one of the biggest scenes out of the Phantoms after being unmasked. He yells "날 저주해! - Curse me!" at the very end of his outbursts and then screams and gasps wildly. His anger was mostly at himself than at Christine. He had a harsh sort of growly voice in parts of the first half. At one point he stopped covering his face and used both of his hands to pull himself forward clumsily. He's a very long awkward mess! SJS Christine would quietly look away until the Phantom is finally in front of her. With big pleading eyes, he reached for her, but he turned away when she finally faced him. She looked so deeply sad for him like she wished she could comfort him in some way, but didn't know how. From the start, his Phantom has romantic intentions, but he just feels every feeling so intensely, so deeply that anything gets too painful for him. It seems like the closer he tries to get and the more he tries to love her, the more harmful it is for him.

Notes I/Prima Donna

The managers were constantly checking in with each other while they handle the stress of convincing Carlotta. During Prima Donna they would lean behind or peek around her to exchange looks either urging the other to keep it up or just to give show their relief (André nodded and winked at Firmin right before they began their singing for the song). It's so cartoonish and ridiculous and I love it. I also love that when they realized they had finally fully swayed her, they high fived each other. Perfect team! Interrupting this to drop an important tweet:

Han Bo-ra seems like the more comedic, obnoxious Carlotta (don't take that the wrong way, I Iove it) and had some big exaggerated expressions sometimes. Her speaking voice was higher than her singing voice. At the start of Prima Donna, she gave into the managers' flattery pretty quickly. She had very big starry eyes as they showered her with praise and it was really cute. SWG Raoul kind of gets drowned out in these big scenes. I could tell that he was trying to make some choices in the background each show, but it just wasn't enough to make himself stand out if you weren't actively looking for him.

The Rooftop

SWG Raoul is very worried for Christine above all before 'All I Ask of You'. Although he watches her in confusion, he doesn't seem judgmental of her meltdown. I think he just genuinely wants to understand what's happening to her. His AIAOY, while not very intense, was pretty sweet and gentle. But still this is a safe and normal choice for Christine!! That's a normal stable man and he's doing his best

AIAOY (Reprise)

I was first row balcony so he was directly in my line of sight. I could already see his hand come up before Christine and Raoul had even left. He's the biggest crier out of the four in this scene, like full sobbing. (Also whoever whispered "미쳤어" in the audience when he revealed himself on the angel is so relatable truly)

Twisted Every Way / Don Juan Rehearsal

SJS Christine always looked like she's completely drained here. She's almost dazed and doesn't have the energy to deal with it anymore. Her worn betrayed face when she realizes Raoul really wants her to go through with this plan made her look like she felt abandoned. I think this is what makes her 'Wishing', her finding her strength, especially impactful. Also, during Don Juan rehearsal, Christine was trying to help Piangi pointing to his sheet music even though she didn't even want to be there, but he was not having it haha

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

She is the best at this song both acting-wise and vocally. It broke my heart seeing her kiss the red scarf after she holds it close to her face. Before the last verse of the song when she ran to the mausoleum gates she clung to them so tightly breaking down and sounding frustrated with herself. You see a lot of growth with her Christine who was so reliant on the Angel of Music's guidance and so willing to obey and trust him. If the gift from her father that she believed in and held onto so tightly was a lie, what did she have left now? She needed the courage to move on herself. The transition from being so exhausted and lost to angry with herself for being trapped by her grief to finally finding her strength...my heart. One of my favorite performances of this song for sure. She is just putting everything into this.

The Point of No Return

He was unusually spicy during this scene. Tension was high, the Phantom was finally being pushed to the edge. He wasn't very rough with her, but he was definitely possessive. I remember him brushing under her chin with his fingers when she looked at him after he stopped her from turning away. His hand wrapped around her wrist slowly and sensually when he pulled her arm away after she drank. His hands tended to tremble when he would reach up for Christine when she was behind him, but he really did not have that fear this performance. He actually leaned into her touch pretty shamelessly and indulged himself in the moment He's the only Phantom with this slight lyric change in PONR. It's just a word difference (This would be where "No backward glances - Our games of make believe are at an end" is) 이제 더 이상 날 떠나갈 순 없게 하리라 / now you'll no longer be able to leave me -> 이제 더 이상 날 거역할 순 없게 하리라 now you'll no longer be able to defy me Whoa, whoa his proposal at the end of the song was not a blubbering mess. Sometimes he can barely get his words out like he's on the verge of a meltdown. Here? There was no pleading. He pointed at her asking her not to leave him alone, but he was most definitely actually telling her. The ring was put on pretty forcefully like he finally had lost his patience waiting to be chosen. It really surprised me to see it coming from him

Final Lair

I think it was after saying he wasn't allowed any happiness that he held his hand up to keep her back. He didn't give her any room to show him sympathy. Instead of looking hurt, when she told him she's not afraid of his face, he leaned in really close to her face with his finger to his lips and hushed her. He had an especially arrogant sarcastic attitude when Raoul arrived and laughed darkly. The bitterness was something else! Later upon hearing her say her tears had dried up and she was left with only hate, he crumpled his sheet music. Even when she threw the veil he didn't react in the normal way trying to reach for it. He had tried to motion to stop her, but then just stared coldly after she had done it. You could really see that resentment in her eyes though. She had changed so much. SJS Christine had always had so much deep respect for and great faith in her angel, but she could see him clearly now. More points for SWG Raoul for focusing more on protecting Christine than beefing with the Phantom. He immediately asks her "괜찮아요? / Are you okay?" when the Phantom allows him in. Even when he gets the lasso thrown on him (which thankfully the Raouls in this cast actually remember they need to really act like they're being suffocated) his first priority was reaching for Christine and trying to protect her. I don't like when Raouls act like they're just competing with the Phantom. For the "you try my patience line" Dong-seok added in something extra. He got really close to her face again leaning forward in his throne and said in a whispered voice: 날...날 시험하지마...알겠어? 크리스틴? 선택해! / Don't test me...do you understand? Christine? Choose! It was so so quiet you could barely hear him before he shouted at her to choose. But even with the tension in the air, in this moment he felt weak, giving empty threats to hide how broken down he was. The way Ji-soo sings before the kiss hurts me so bad! She's almost cracking with a weak voice at the start from crying until she builds up the energy to go to him. During the first kiss, he was repeatedly gripping at her arms frantically like he was drowning and trying to cling to something to stay afloat. He was pacified by her hug letting his arms lower to his sides. It was during the second kiss that he closed his eyes and his face looked peaceful for a moment. He looked like he was freed. He took a long time to release Raoul. He sort of did a small pained laugh when he looked at him that turned into gasps (as if trying not to cry) before he released him. This night, he sounded and looked really exhausted with the way he told them to leave. His "I love you" was so soft "사랑~...해.." the last syllable was cut shortly and weakly... SJS Christine was very reluctant about leaving the Phantom. Once again he let another pained laugh out before he began sobbing at the sound of Christine and Raoul's singing. But SJS Christine never took her eyes off of him when the boat passed by. He barely saw it though, he turned and saw her only right before she was out of sight :( When he sang his final line he sobbed out "끝나버린 / over" struggling to get his words out, but gathered to strength to finish one last powerful note and accept this ending

At curtain call Ji-soo was messing with Won-geun when he was going to kiss her hand (I think she had switched it up on him or something I can't remember) and they started jokingly bickering until Dong-seok walked down for his bow and shooed them away with his hand like they were being ridiculous hehe We took a big audience photo with Dong-seok after curtain call to celebrate the milestone performance! This was also Lee Sang-jun's 700th performance so Yoon Young-seok tried to give bring some attention to him before they left the stage. He was Buquet in the last production of POTO and I believe he has the most performances in POTO out of any cast member That's a lot lot of people photobombing my personal photo with my guy how rude. The seats were all sold out, but the gaps in the audience happened because there was a mass exodus after curtain call both this day and on the 1500th. I'm assuming people have trains to catch or are tired at the end of the night. Dong-seok was cutely insistent about us wearing the white side out and he told us not to catch a cold at the end (a lot of cast members were getting sick in the show and other shows around then)

That's it for this performance! His second one which will be analyzed in the other review was more of his usual than this. I feel like I got one of the most unusual Dong Phantom shows of them all this time so you know what? It was worth the complete exhaustion on the literal first day of my trip. A fitting reward for my struggles!

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

The Twitter bird and the Teller of tales

Come to me, come to me, ye Twitter bird,

And sing me a song that you know.

Come to me, come to me, ye Teller of tales,

And tell me of times long ago,

Long ago,

Tell me of times long ago.

.

“I'll not sing long,” said the Twitter bird,

Whose feathers lay sleek and fine.

“So short and so sweet, and so soon complete,

That's how thou shalt know songs of mine,

Of mine,

That's how thou wilt tell songs of mine.”

.

“I'll sit for a while,” said the Teller of tales,

“But my songs are seldom blessed.

I'll sing of men fucking angels, the bone witch's strange spells,

And female presenting breasts,

Breasts,

Of female presenting breasts.”

.

But Yahoo heard of her servant's words,

And cursed the knave full score.

Now his songs must be sung, for the good of the young,

And he'll tell tales of bare flesh no more,

No more,

His tales of the flesh are no more.

.

So by rage and by age was the Teller's tongue bound,

And his friends and his foes all took flight.

Soon they all learned to sing 'neath the Twitter bird's wing,

And so forsook darkness for light,

For light,

They abandoned the dark for the light.

.

Called the Teller of tales to his love Twitter bird:

“Please, if ever thou once did care!

I ask but a crumb, for a song to be sung!

For thine aid in my hour of despair,

Despair,

Give me aid in my hour of despair!”

.

But by fame and by pride Twitter's head had been turned,

Like many vain creatures before him.

He could help the Tale teller, let his friends all return,

Or keep them all here to adore him,

Adore him,

Twitter wanted them all to adore him.

.

So the Twitter bird sang:

“I once had a friend, a Teller of tales,

And a love that could not be denied.

But though I hear his voice near, and sometimes it's quite clear,

The voice in my heart says he died.

He died.

The voice in my heart says he died.”

.

So the Tale teller left, with his heart in each hand,

And said not a word to the bird then,

But through his travels he gained new tales: pure but strange,

But try as he might, no one heard them,

Heard them,

Till Apollo the sun god heard them.

.

Said Apollo: “Tale teller, on thee I take pity,

Though I cannot grant what Yahoo denies.

But take this red ball, from my children's hospital,

And thou shalt learn to prophesise,

Prophesise,

By my gift thou shalt now prophesise.”

.

Meanwhile Twitter bird grew in fame and in size,

His feathers as blue as the sky.

In his prideful desire, he flew higher and higher,

Till his plumes caught the Rätking's eye,

His eye,

Till his plumes caught the Rätking's eye.

.

The Rätking slept in a palace of gold,

On a pile of electric cars.

He'd bought comfort, good name, good fortune and fame,

And had once made a bid for the stars,

The stars,

He'd once asked the gods for the stars.

.

So the Rätking drove to the great city gates

And said: “tell thy lords there's an offer I bring.

Clean energy, gold, great riches untold,

In return for thy most precious thing,

Thing,

For thy city's most valuable thing.”

.

And the city's lords laughed at the Rätking's gall,

Till he showed them the wealth that they'd earn.

In their lust and their greed they said “alright, but you need,

To say just what you'd want in return,

Return,

You haven't said what you'd want in return.”

.

“Do you want Spotifia, our greatest musician,

Whose music has broken men's hearts?

Or with MAXimil the better, or even worse yet the

Wise Wikipedia, do you ask us to part?

To part,

With whom do you ask us to part?”

.

So sneered the Rätking with a glint in his eye:

“Now my good Lords, thou mustn't be bitter,

I won't fall for thy guises, and take lesser prizes,

The thing that I come for is Twitter,

Twitter,

That beautiful sky blue bird Twitter.”

.

The Lords looked to each other, with guilt in their eyes,

Was the Twitter bird something to sell?

But each thought to himself, “with the Rätking's great wealth,

He will surely treat Twitter quite well,

Oh well,

Surely he'll treat Twitter well?”

.

So Twitter the bold, learned he was to be sold,

And his grief and his terror were great.

He sang of his fears, but gold blocked his friend's ears,

Not one cared to hear of his fate,

His fate,

Till a Tale telling prophet heard of his fate.

.

On a gold plated boat Twitter waited,

Dressed in furs, with a silken train,

His clothes were so fine, they nearly outshone the shine,

Of his pure gold and silver linked chain,

His chain,

You could almost not notice the chain.

.

And gazing back at the land that had sold him,

he saw a man at the edge of the shore.

The Twitter bird stopped his wails, to see the Teller of Tales,

Who he'd expected to see nevermore,

Nevermore,

Who he'd expected to see nevermore.

.

Called his love Twitter bird to the Teller of tales,

“Please, if ever thou once did care!

I ask but a crumb, for a song to be sung!

For thine aid in my hour of despair,

Despair,

Give me aid in my hour of despair!”

.

And the Teller of tales looked ahead through the years,

And foresaw what awaited his friend.

The Rätking's foolish decisions, would bring Twitter bird derision,

And he'd be quite alone by the end,

The end,

The Tale teller foresaw Twitter's end.

.

And the Tale teller sang:

“I once had a lover, my poor Twitter bird,

And a love that could not be denied.

But though I hear his voice near, and sometimes it's quite clear,

The grief in my heart says he died.

He died.

Twitter bird, my love, you have died.”

.

So stay in your chains, ye poor Twitter bird,

So mighty, yet now brought so low.

And come to me, come to me, ye Teller of tales,

And tell how it was long ago,

Long ago,

Tell me of times long ago.

i lowkey ship tumblr ♠ twitter now

[love-toxin]

song of styx vol II - eddie munson

vol I

plot: the time has come, and your son has been born. in the aftermath, you and Eddie entertain some guests that are eager to meet the newest addition to the Munson family.

cws: birth, descriptions of labour, fem angelface, post s4/s4 spoilers. eddie being a good (read: overprotective) dad, found family trope, brief mention of eddie's dad, implied childhood trauma, mentions of night terrors/PTSD/scars, overwhelming fluff, eddie sings a little, eddie lives au, this is basically a big comfort fic.

song reading recs: Wishing Well - Black Sabbath, Hasta Manana - ABBA

word count: 7.3k

"Still can't believe you wouldn't let me call him Ozzy." Eddie says with a smile over your shoulder, his hands round your midsection. Your brain's still fuzzy, extremities numb and just slowly coming back to life–but you tilt your head back to reply nonetheless. 

"You're still hung up on that? I thought we had a compromise. I can go back to calling him what I wanted." He shakes his head at once, the smile never wavering, and pecks you on the lips while he has the chance. Gentle affection like that hasn't been easy to come by the last few days, the long hours of labour passed with sweat being wiped from your forehead and your grip crushing Eddie's bony fingers as you let out your pain in a myriad of cries and curses to him and his whole family line. 

"No, I like this. 'Jesse Munson'. Nice ring, eh?" A brow raises slightly on your part, but you feel it settle and just roll your eyes as you turn back to the bundle in your arms. He's missing the middle name that he'd insisted on, one that had made you smile when you heard him first say it–but maybe that's because his senses are better than yours, and he can hear the footsteps approaching the curtain that separates you two from the rest of the world. 

"Knock knock?" You'd know that voice anywhere. Eddie finally peels himself off your back and steps around you to cross the distance and tug open the veil that's marked the edge of the room you've brought your child into the world in, and there stands his uncle, soon to be your uncle too. 

"Hey, Wayne." His forehead crinkles as he smiles, first at you, and then down at the baby in your arms. You know there're others waiting to see the little guy, but Wayne was always going to be the first–he was the first one to answer Eddie's frantic call and come peeling down the visitor's driveway after all, and whom you had just caught a glimpse of when you were being wheeled into the room you'd be delivering your son in. He had given Eddie a tight hug and a grip on the shoulder, reminded him to keep it together 'for her'–for you–and you're sure that's most of the reason that Eddie kept his nerve as he held you through every second of that dreaded pushing. 

"You're standing, sweetheart? Not tired?" You stretch out one of your legs unconsciously as he says it, the feeling returning at a faster rate now that the drugs have worked their way through your system…mostly. Wayne's tone is gentle, sweet, it's what you need and you know the stress is easing off now as you draw closer to the older man. 

"Been in bed for too long, I think my legs needed it." You laugh, and he helps to close the distance slowly so as not to disturb the bundle in your arms. Aside from the initial gasp of breath and howling cry, Jesse's been relatively quiet, sleeping like a little angel even as he's been passed between you and Eddie to peer down at that little face and point out whose features have graced it. 

"Oh, look at him…" He's absolutely mesmerized. Eddie comes round to his uncle's other side, and Wayne reaches around him to squeeze him into a side hug and ruffle his hair a bit. You can feel the pride swelling in his chest, and when his hands are free, you carefully pass over your swaddled son into his waiting and gentle arms. 

"Meet Jesse Wayne Munson." His uncle's eyes widen, and a giggle splits your lips as he looks to you before his head tilts to look up at Eddie in disbelief. You really wish you had your camera now, just to catch that expression on his face–especially when Eddie's grin is so big that he shows off all those pearly teeth as he looks back at his son's namesake. 

"Oh, Eddie…that's.." Not often have you seen the older man speechless, but it's not a bad experience when it brings both you and his nephew a giggle. Wayne's attention draws back to the baby as he coughs, before his tiny mouth stretches into a yawn, and you can feel how strong their bond is already. Jesse seems to just nuzzle right into Wayne's arms, like they're already best friends. 

"I want him to grow up to be as great as you are. I want, uh…I want you to be his grandpa. If that's okay." Nobody standing in this room needs it said out loud to know why that's such an important question for your boyfriend, especially not Wayne. The absence of Eddie's father is a sore spot to say the least, and he's been practicing pitching his request to his uncle for practically as long as you've known you were pregnant. 

"You're aging me, Eddie." It's clearly a joke, evident by the grin stretching across his features, and Wayne's finger crooks into the lip of the blanket, grazing the little guy's chin as he lays there sleeping. "My grandson…you made quite the handsome little man." 

Eddie knows that's a 'yes', even you do, and with a shared look between you you're quick to turn to the sight before you again, wanting to drink it in as much as you can. The three of you sit in silence for awhile, and you're grateful for it–it's comfortable, and Wayne seems beyond happy to look down on his great-nephew-turned-grandson like you're sure he probably did when Eddie himself was born. 

"Hafta say, I was worried at first. But seeing you two like this, I know you'll be good parents to this little man." His eyes move to you specifically, his voice smooth with sincerity. "Don't think I've seen two people more in love." 

Eddie beams with pride. That's the highest compliment you think you've ever seen him receive, that you've ever received, and if not for how wrung dry you are right now you would probably shed a few tears seeing how Eddie's trying to wipe his own away. 

"Alright, back to daddy we go," Wayne finally murmurs to your son, a kiss laid upon his little forehead before he's passing him carefully into Eddie's arms. You're certain that by now Wayne must be completely exhausted, he has been here for almost the entire time you've been in labour. 

"Get something to eat, and get some rest, you two. You need anything, gimme a call." Eddie nods in agreement, and with that, Wayne steps out and sheathes the curtain back to protect you two from the beeping and shuffling and chatter of the rest of the hospital. You know Eddie's holding himself back, soothing his sniffles by lifting Jesse up and nuzzling noses so he doesn't cry again in front of you–he already did that once, when he held his son in his arms for the first time, and you're sure after blubbering that hard about how much he looks like you he's had enough of crying for today. 

"He's beautiful. And you're beautiful, mama." He makes his way back to you at the side of the bed, leaning in for a kiss over Jesse's head as you take a seat that you've been needing. Seriously needing. 

"I'm in pain, is what I am." You manage to say it with a smile, but it's a lot more true than you're letting on. Everything feels like it's been shifted, even looking down and seeing your stomach deflated is a strange thing to adjust to–and that's not to speak of the pain that's increasing and decreasing in waves as your body gets used to its new form. One you're still not sure Eddie will like, but he doesn't have any complaints thus far. In fact, the only things he's commented on is how glowing and beautiful you look, and that he's relieved that nothing went wrong. 

"Lay down then, I'll look after him." He adjusts his hold on your little boy, and bumps the bed gently with his hip as he takes a couple steps towards the sofa on the other wall of the little room. 

"You sure?" 

"I'm fine, baby. Not tired at all." You really don't need much more convincing than that, and as you slowly and very carefully shift yourself back up on the bed, your spine relaxes immediately when it hits the soft sheets. It's still propped up so you can see, so it's more like you're leaning back a bit in a sitting position, but it's definitely what you need right now and you let out a deep sigh of relief as you settle in with the blanket pulled over your lap.

Meanwhile, Eddie's put Jesse down on the sofa cushion for a moment as he strips off his shirt, before pulling your little boy up to lean him into the crook of his neck, one hand on his back and one hand cradling him underneath. His tattoos contrast the soft, unblemished skin of your newborn, they show his maturity, his age–and so much of you wonders how much Jesse will take after his father, whether he'll look just like him as he gets older.  

You wiggle a bit to get yourself to relax, and only then feel the weight of the past few days, the past nine months rather, fall on your shoulders and squish you down. Your body sinks into the soft mattress like you haven't been pinned to it for hours upon hours prior to this–but as you're getting as comfortable as you can be all things considering, a humming hits your ears, and your love starts to sing on the other side of your little makeshift room. 

"Look in the water…tell me, what do you see?" The song has no sharp edges, none of the bite that the original has–and you know, because Eddie has played this song for you many times with the promise that he would sing it for your son, along with many others. He bounces him with a gentle hand as he lets the rhythm flow through his voice. 

"Reflections of the love you give to me," He hums on, cooing softly to your son when he starts coughing, before the melody eventually finds its words once more. You swear you've never heard Wishing Well sung so sweetly, so full of love. "Time is a never-ending journey, love is a never-ending smile…" He paces as he sings, humming the guitar riffs in between.  

"I'll give you a star, so you know just where you are," Eddie's eyes catch yours as he walks, gently patting your newborn to settle him as he wiggles against his shoulder. And at the sight of you so entranced in the lullaby, he grins–because he knows that few other people would let some freaky metalhead not only sing Black Sabbath to your baby, but be the father of one in the first place. 

"Some day, some way…." He pauses, head tilting down to look on at his son. "You'll feel the things I say…" 

"Dream for a while," His lips curve upward, and he turns in place like he's doing a mock spin. "Of the things that make you smile…" 

You know this is only the first of many songs you'll hear Eddie sing to your baby, maybe the first of the dozens of hundreds of thousands of songs that he'll teach Jesse to sing along to, and to play on his precious guitar. "Don't you know…don't you know?" He shakes his head a little, bouncing on the balls of his feet as his curls fly to and fro, his headbanging rewarded by the tiniest, most charming gurgle you've heard in your life. 

"That I'm your wishing well." Jesse is lifted up in his father's arms to have a kiss pressed to his head, the fuzzy patch of what might one day be frizzy curls just like Eddie's tickling his nose before he lowers him back down to hug him to his bare chest. 

To think, less than a year ago, you were terrified at the thought of this very scene. Your mind had raced with questions of how you could take care of a helpless baby, how you would even afford one, and what if Hawkins implodes on itself like it seems so prone to doing? What if you would have to, one day, protect your baby from the unthinkable horrors that you and your boyfriend have just barely escaped from? And what if you fail? 

You're still worried, of course. But those worries fall to the wayside when you watch Eddie gazing down at your son, so full of love and so, so happy. Happier than you've nearly ever seen him, the only other moment being when he spotted you coming into his hospital room and holding his arms out to you with tears in his eyes and a sob choked up in his throat. The bone-crushing grip you'd had on his hand during labour definitely makes up for that hug he had given you, that squeeze that nearly strangled you, and said without words "I never thought I would see you again, and I'm so glad I was wrong." 

Just when you're starting to doze off with that thought comforting the aches in your body, your eyes starting to flutter closed, your ears twitch at the sound of more footsteps coming closer–but the volume and speed with which can't possibly be a doctor or a nurse, especially not since you can hear the squeak of sneakers and the bark of the attending nurse telling whoever it is to slow it down. 

The curtain whips open, and in comes barreling one of Eddie's little protégés–curly hair bouncing beneath that baseball cap with every thudding step until he skids to a stop mere inches from your boyfriend, with Lucas and Max close on his heels but with a little more tact to enter quietly. 

"There's my little guy!" Dustin cheers, and as much as you know Eddie wants to chew him out for being loud and obnoxious around your newborn, he just scoffs and rolls his eyes with a resigned smile on his lips. He does lower the baby a little so they can see him better even so, Lucas and Max crowding around him with bright eyes to peer at the little man. 

"You better've washed your hands, you little demons." 

"We're not animals, Eddie! And I'm not the one half-naked!" As per usual, they've already got that banter back and forth that's so familiar to them, but with them, it's purely affectionate. You'd be more worried if they didn't bicker back and forth like grade schoolers. 

"It's called skin-to-skin, butthead. Sit." Eddie cocks his head towards the sofa behind him, and Dustin hurries to drop himself into the seat closest to him with his hands held tentatively in front of him. 

Eddie was beyond protective all throughout your pregnancy, his eyes constantly on your back in case anything perked up his danger detector. But the kids were different–as long as you were okay with it, it was your body and your baby after all, he would let them around whenever they wanted and hang out as long as they wanted. And they did so a lot, endlessly curious about the baby (save for Mike, who had been through the process with his little sister Holly) and always interested in feeling him kick and watching your belly move when he was shifting around. Which, obviously, had been a bit weird for him, since you know he likes his private time and needs a lot of it to conduct his other businesses that the kids don't need to get involved in. But he had stopped all the dealing too, hadn't even smoked but for once or twice aside from a cigarette here and there, because he suddenly had become ultra concerned with secondhand smoke and how it would be bad for the baby. So after all that protectiveness, it warms your heart on a new level to see Eddie pull the blanket back around your son, and lower him gently into Dustin's arms with his hands guiding the younger boy's to make sure he's got his head supported. 

"Skin-to-skin?" Lucas pipes up, having moved past Eddie to sit beside Dustin on the sofa while Max steps over to your bed. 

"It forms a bond with the baby. Helps them calm down, warms them up. It's good for them." They seem satisfied with that answer, or at least Lucas does, because Dustin's absolutely mesmerized by the little sounds Jesse's making and the yawn that he lets out so softly. 

"How are you feeling?" The redhead at your side fiddles with her fingers, worry clearly etched into her eyes that she's probably struggling to will away. 

"I'm on the up. C'mere," So you smile for her, and open your arms for a hug, and Max smiles right back as she takes it quite happily and squeezes you tight. She's had some kind of other sense for yours and Eddie's safety since everything that happened, and for good reason, although you wish a girl as young and sweet as her didn't carry so much guilt on her shoulders. 

"I can't believe you're a mom, and Eddie's a dad…it's crazy." 

"Me neither. He sobbed like a baby." The best thing you can do is make her laugh, and when you do and you can share a giggle with her as you whisper that, it feels like another step is being taken up the hill that you all feel you're climbing just to claw at some semblance of normalcy. The two of you look on at Eddie as he pulls his shirt back on, those deep scars disappearing beneath the black fabric of an Iron Maiden band shirt he's had forever. You pat her arm, give her a look and a tilt of your head, and she grins and squeezes you one more time before hurrying around the bed and slinging her arms around Eddie's middle before he can say "what". And while he hesitates, because he always does, he's a lot quicker to hug her back without a smirk or a teasing comment–they just hold each other, not a word being exchanged except for that silent "I'm glad we're both alive to see this" that doesn't need to be said out loud. 

And when they break away, and Max circles around to sit on the arm of the sofa on Dustin's opposite side, the three of them look on in wonder at the little bundle and take turns holding him for the first time. He's hovering around them still even though they're careful, watching with beady eyes for anything to go amiss. You can practically feel his hands twitching in anticipation for one of them to drop him as they pass him around, and even though it worries him so much, it's so sweet to watch. 

"He's cute." Lucas leans over him now cradled back in Dustin's arms, a smile clear on his face as he looks down on him. "What's his name?" You know your boyfriend's been waiting for this moment, and he puffs out his chest. 

"Jesse." He says proudly. "Jesse Wayne Munson." You know he's rolling the words around in his mouth, getting adjusted to them. Not like he'd ever forget them, though–no, you can be sure your son's name will be remembered for a long, long time. 

"Jesse!" Dustin squeaks, and immediately blurts out a couple sorries when Max and Lucas hush him, just to continue at a much quieter volume. "Jesse, you're our new party member!" As he says it, he lifts him up higher to hug him to his chest, only for the hand he has on his little head to start slipping right in view of Eddie's watchful eyes. 

"Care-ful!" There's a twinge in Eddie's voice, an uptick as he holds his hands out in preparation to cushion his son's fall, and Dustin immediately readjusts out of panic. "Cradle his head, dingus!" 

Your boyfriend sighs, but it's a mock sigh, one that's as dramatic as you're used to when he's not really mad and just wants to make a point. "You better be more careful than that if you're gonna be his uncle." 

"Uncle?" Dustin repeats incredulously, looking up at his DM like he can't believe what just came out of Eddie's mouth. 

"Yeah, duh. He needs one–you see a brother of mine anywhere?" He says it like a know-it-all, but it's impossible for him to wipe the grin off his face when he sees the joy on Dustin's. 

"Uncle Dustin….hell yeah!" You're sure he'd be pumping his fist in victory if he wasn't holding the baby, but Max and Lucas high-five over his head when Eddie asks the same of both of them, the three of them so excited it's like they've won the lottery. 

For the next little while, the four of them chatter quietly as the kids keep passing Jesse around to hold him. You let your mind wander a little as they do so, eyes peering around the room until they land on a little box radio sat on the side table that you had ignored for a while now. You stretch to reach it, thankfully without Eddie noticing, else he would have rushed to get it for you–and when you pick it up off the counter, you flick it on and switch through the stations mindlessly, until you land on a channel playing a string of ABBA for the afternoon. The slow, rhythmic tones of Hasta Manana fill the semi-quiet air, and you set it back down in reach with the volume on low to listen and let the tunes soothe you. So much, in fact, that when your eyes close for a moment they don't open until you're jerking yourself awake with a gasp. 

"Jesse?! Where's my baby?" Still muddled and eyes bleary from sleep that you can tell was much longer than intended, your words tumble out on top of each other as you rub at your eyes and feel the panic bubbling up in the back of your throat. Whatever you had been dreaming about to leave you this unsettled, you hope you don't remember it. 

"Here, he's right here, baby. It's okay. Look," Thank god Eddie's on the ball, all too used to your night terrors and anxiety that he ushers Max, who has Jesse in her arms, right up to your bedside to show his sleeping face to you. You lean over so far you nearly slide out of the bed, but when she holds him out for you to touch his warm, breathing mouth, you feel the fright ebb away and you can relax back into the bed with a "sorry" murmured rather meekly. 

"No, it's…don't worry about it, baby. Don't worry, okay? You're safe. Jesse's safe." Eddie slides past Max to lean over you, one hand on your cheek and the other on the back of your head to pull you close to his chest. Your fingers graze his wrist, your eyes squeezed shut to stop the tears you can feel coming on, and still he hushes reassurances into your hair like the kids aren't even there. "Everyone's safe. We're not in that place anymore." 

As if on cue, as you're running those words through your mind–we're not there anymore, we're safe, our son is safe, our friends are safe-a shrill cry erupts from Jesse's tiny lungs, nearly startling Max in her arms and breaking you out of that fearful dream-state and back into reality. A shocked "whoa!" escapes her, and you find it within you to let a relieved chuckle loose and let Eddie wipe the tears that had managed to spill out, before she holds your baby out to you and gently slides him back into your arms to be soothed. 

"Are you hungry, my love?" He cries even harder in reply, and you don't even have to share a look with Eddie for him to get you the privacy you need. 

"Alright, outta here. Scram!" He puts on a joking voice to swat them out of the room, but not before all three of them wave and congratulate you one last time, before you can hear them discussing what to eat themselves as their footsteps patter further and further away. As soon as they're gone, you pull your gown apart with Eddie's help and hold your son to your chest, heaving a sigh of relief as he manages to latch and start sucking with ease. He's already doing so well, even the nurses have commented on how agreeable of a baby he is–and if he's an easy one to raise, it'll be quite the load off your shoulders when you've got so much else going on. You shift a little uncomfortably, thinking back on your outburst…it doesn't feel as comfortable here as it did. You'd rather be home, in a place you know is safe, and now you're just looking forward to when you can leave once the doctor gives you the go-ahead. 

"Are you hungry, my love?" Eddie kisses your temple as you relax back into the bed, one hand on your boob and the other cradling your baby, and you nod with half-lidded eyes and not an ounce of energy to say it out loud. Not when you don't have to, since your stomach grumbles at that very moment and draws a laugh out of your boyfriend. 

But again, just as things are settling down and he's moving to put on his jacket to go scope something out for you, the question of what brand of greasy fast food you want barely off of his lips–that's when more footsteps thunder closer and closer to your room, and that same exasperated nurse shouts at you three hooligans to quit running in the ward. 

Just as the kids did before, the curtain is thrown open with haste–and there stand Steve, Robin, and Nancy, who arrive in more of a frenzy than when you had seen them sprinting away from horrors beyond mortal comprehension. 

"Damn it! We missed–oh,"

"You really wanted to watch her squeeze a human out of her?" Steve's disappointment is slashed almost immediately by Robin's wit, the comment followed soon by a "sorry" and a sheepish smile, as she's probably realized how real your pain actually is from the look on your face. But while it somehow doesn't quite register for either of your female friends, Steve's face burns bright red and he averts his eyes in a second. 

"Oi! Bozos! Turn around!" Luckily, despite you being far too tired to consider the fact that your chest is out and on display, your boyfriend is on it immediately and is already turning Steve around by the shoulders while Nancy and Robin quickly follow suit. They aren't forced to wait there for long, though, because before you know it Jesse's as full as his little tummy can take and you have the chance to readjust, Eddie giving them the okay when you're properly decent–and when the three of your closest friends can lean over your bed and take a look at the little tyke. 

"Oh my God, he's the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life….Nancy, please tell me you're feeling what I'm feeling." Robin's talking a million miles an hour, eyes totally filled with stars as she looks down at the baby with her hands hovering in front of her mouth. Nancy is quick to fall into the baby talk, the confidence she naturally has around babies, but Steve….he's just standing there. Awestruck. So it's only reasonable that Nancy gets handed the baby first, her touch delicate and soft as she cuddles him up in the crook of her arm. The crowd of them around you are so mesmerized, you don't even notice the soft-spoken nurse tapping on Eddie's shoulder and drawing his attention away. 

"Mr. Munson? You've got a call. Relative of yours." Fortunate that you're presently surrounded by trusted friends, he doesn't shoot you that strained look like he's wondering whether he can leave you alone. Instead, he kisses the top of your head before shuffling off. "Be right back, baby."

Once he's departed, Robin gets her turn with holding Jesse, sticking close to Steve with the worry that she might drop the poor kid, and Nancy takes the chance to cozy up to you. "So how was labour? You feeling okay?" She perches on the edge of your bed, and you nod.

"I'm alright…sore." 

"I bet." With one hand on your shoulder, she rubs it affectionately with a smile, before using the other to produce an envelope from her jacket pocket. 

"Here. This is for you." Your brow quirks up, your fingers tentative as she passes it into your hands. Carefully, you unseal the flap before lifting it up–and when you do, you're ten times as quick to shut it and press it down into your lap like it's full of top-secret information. "Nancy-!" 

A curious peek back at it to confirm what you just saw, and it is indeed: it's stuffed full with the thickest wad of cash you've ever seen, and all you saw at a glance was rows and rows of hundreds. "We pooled it together."

"Nancy, I don't think I've seen this much money in my life. I-I can't-" With a shake of your head, you try sticking it back into her hand with another on her wrist to steady it. 

"You can." She gently pushes it back into your hands. "Think of it as a baby gift. Or a wedding gift." Her eyes and yours slide down to the ring on your left hand, the simple little band that you didn't think anyone would notice. "You can use it to get your own place, or for Jesse, or for a wedding–whatever you want. It's yours. Besides, you still have Eddie's medical bills, too. We're at fault for that no matter which way you slice it. So think of it as a reward for being a hero." 

When Nancy puts her mind to something, she can't be deterred. She's determined to give this money to you, to the point that she won't even touch it, and now here you sit with a magical answer to almost all the problems you had fretted about prior to Jesse's conception, during, and after. Like it's just fallen out of the sky…or more like up from the Upside Down. 

"Nancy, I…thank you. You know that he would do that no matter what, though, right? He loves you guys." 

"And we love you." Robin chimes in. "You're our friends–and you had a baby! Sorry, I still can't believe he's this cute…" She tickles his little cheek, now settled comfortably in Steve's big arms, and he looks so comically small in comparison to your rather fit friend. 

Nancy leans in to whisper "You can thank Steve for most of it, anyways." with a wink, knowing you'll get a kick out of that little victory considering Steve is always the one admonishing you both for not spending your money wisely. In some ways, Steve's been the biggest worrier over your unborn child until this very moment–constantly on the watch for any changes, looking out for danger, you've even caught him poking through the cupboards in Eddie's kitchen to make sure you've got enough food and the right foods to keep you healthy. Sticking to a diet of tinned spaghetti and boxed macaroni and cheese simply did not fly when you were pregnant, and you're sure it won't now that Jesse's here if Steve has anything to say about it. Which he will, you're sure. He can't hide that adoring look in his eyes as he cuddles your baby like he's his own. 

Just as you're setting the envelope aside, though, placing it gently on the table beside you, Eddie reappears as the curtain draws back and lets it flutter closed behind him while he makes his way back to your side, with something clasped tightly in his hand. You greet him with a "hey baby" but he looks distant, like his mind is preoccupied with something else, even as he hikes himself up and settles on the bed next to you with an arm creeping around your shoulders, the other reaching into your lap to push a jello cup into your palm. 

"Who was it?" You ask, leaning into the tender strokes he makes up and down your arm with his fingertips, and peel the lid off the cup to start sucking the bright red dessert out of it. It's not much, but it's enough to tide you over and doesn't take very long to drain until it's empty. 

"My dad."

"Your dad?" You repeat incredulously, cheek still half-full of jello, as Eddie straightens up in his seat before leaning back in for a kiss. In the whole time you've been dating and even through the whole time you've known him, you've never been face to face with his father. You've never even spoken to him, and conversely, Eddie has rarely said a word about him–even less so a positive one. "What did he say?" 

"He.." Eddie spaces out for a second, before scoffing. Very unlike him. It betrays how shaken up he clearly is, especially with his hand trembling a little as he takes the plastic cup from your hand and turns to toss it into the garbage in the corner of the room. "He asked me to bring the baby to see him. In jail." 

"Oh…" What can you possibly say to that? It feels like the air's been sucked out of the room, your other three friends falling completely silent in the background of this conversation, feeling like they shouldn't be witness to this rather private affair. "What did you..? Do you want to?" 

Eddie shakes his head almost immediately, and if he wasn't in a hospital right now, you know he would spit–you can tell he's itching to by the clench of his jaw. "No. No way in hell he's ever gonna see my son. Not gonna let him fuck up Jesse the way he fucked me up." 

A pang hits your heart just so, and while Eddie's hand on your arm is comforting, the urge to avert your eyes to the floor is so strong to the point of almost being unbearable. While you'd never speak ill of your love, his upbringing isn't the sort of thing you want to pass on to your son, and even though Eddie shares that sentiment wholeheartedly you still feel some sense of guilt at expressing it. You love Eddie, that's undeniable–but you know that he worries about it himself, worries that one day he'll treat Jesse like he was treated and turn into that person he swore he would never be. You don't believe he would, you can't believe Eddie ever would, but the possibility is something you know he's considered when he wondered why you didn't want to have kids at first. His kids or any kids, was that the difference? Had you once believed, even for a moment, that Eddie might turn around and hurt you while you had your guard down, only to be locked into a life with him as well? If those thoughts are the ones that plagued him, at least before your son arrived and changed both your respective worlds, you wish that you could go back and say yes when he asked if you wanted to have a baby–because you know how happy you are now, and you know that there's nothing that would've given you pause if you had known that before. Especially seeing Eddie hold your son, cradle him, cry over him….he's going to be the best father. You know he will. 

"Anyways, speaking of which–Steve?" Harrington raises his head to attention with a "yeah?" his gaze finally broken off the baby in his arms. It's obvious that you're gonna have some strong contenders for babysitting dibs with Steve in the mix alongside everyone else, and the idea of it draws you out of that mess of thoughts and regrets that you've lost yourself in momentarily. 

"Godfather. Wanna be his?" He cocks his head, his smile no less than glowing when Steve sputters and stumbles over his answer, almost too shocked by the delivery to do so. 

"I–yeah, yeah, I will. I want to. Yes." His eyes dart down to Jesse, brow softening and his lower lip tugged between his teeth like he does when he doesn't know what to say. 

"Wanna be godmother, Robin?" 

"Yes!" She, on the other hand, is way faster on the uptake and claps her hands together excitedly, peering over Steve's shoulder to coo at her godson as if he can already understand her. Maybe he does, because he reacts with a chorus of little gurgles that she just swoons over like she's falling in love all over again. 

"Cool. Godfather Steve, Godmother Robin, Aunt Nancy."

"Aunt?" Nancy slides off the bed to make room and shifts her weight from one foot to the other, tone laced with curiosity and maybe a twinge of shock. 

"Or auntie, or whatever. Unless you don't want to." He waves a hand around as he speaks, and he seems to shrink a little bit when a smile flickers across Nancy's face. He gets nervous around her like he doesn't with other people. You know he was anxious about asking her that, so he did it in his own way–a very Eddie-like way, in which he basically thrust the title upon her and left her room to reject if she wanted to. 

"I'd be honoured." Her gaze flutters back to you, and you get to share a smile so comforting that it makes the feeling last. So much talk of death and fighting and monsters has sullied your view on the world, you've come to realize. You've been seeing your life through the lens of constant fear, anxious about what's to come next and bracing for the worst possible outcome every single time for far too long. Now, you know for sure that Eddie was right, because having your son in your life now….well, you couldn't be happier that you've finally got him, regardless of what may lie around the corner. 

"So, does being godmother mean I get dibs on babysitting?" Robin giggles as she plays with his little hands, inadvertently breaking you out of your reverie, and one look at your boyfriend betrays just how fondly he feels about this whole view laid out in front of him. 

"Well…it really means that, if we die, or something happens to us, you two will take care of him. And, y'know, you gotta send him birthday cards every so often." His hand raises to play with the ends of your hair with an absent mind, Jesse's newly-appointed godparents scoffing at even the mere mention of either of you dying. Joke as much as you all like, you know how easily it could happen, but you don't let it sober the happy occasion. The thing that does, however, is Eddie's eyes roaming and his fingers prodding at the thick envelope that had been lying on the stand by your bed. One press on the inner fold, and he can confirm that it's filled with exactly what he thought it might be. 

"Well, if I knew you guys would pay me off to have a baby, I would've knocked her up sooner." He plucks it off the counter and waves it around, the eldest Wheeler going a little rosy in the cheeks at her gift having been found out. "Nancy, I really appreciate it, but this-" 

"But nothing, butthead. It's for Jesse." Steve pipes up, the baby nestled safely in his arms until he moves to pass him back to you, so carefully you would think it's his own baby he's holding. Robin's a little too excited to hold him again for now, she's always so antsy about dropping the little guy, but she'll get her turn to spoil him soon. And lucky for you and all your friends, Eddie shuts his mouth at that, save for the quietest "thanks, you guys" that slips past his lips just loud enough for them to hear. 

"Don't mention it. We'll give you a little alone time, now–and we'll go get you some real food. C'mon." Steve ushers the girls out as they say their goodbyes while he holds the curtain open, and smiles back at you three over his shoulder before he follows suit and leaves you in the relative quiet of your room. 

"You're just collecting family left and right, aren't you?" You murmur in the foreground of their footsteps wandering away, and he chuckles as he leans into you as if he can't get close enough. 

"I want Jesse to have people around that love him. I don't want him to feel lonely, or…like there's nobody that will help him." Eddie's talking to you but he's looking down at your son, his rings contrasting velvet-like skin as he thumbs the little curve of your newborn's brow. Jesse gurgles in reply, his tiny mouth yawning open for you to spot that little pink tongue as it sticks out. "I want him to make friends, and fall in love, and just…be happy. I don't want him going through what you and I did." 

"I don't think anybody could go through what we did." You answer, and Eddie rests his head against yours, temples touching and his curls tickling your cheek as he swallows and sighs. His body heat is a comfort in itself, his arm around you loose enough to be comfortable but firm enough that you won't forget he's still there. 

"He should never have to fight to survive. I would rather die than have him-"

"Don't you dare say that, Edward." His lips split into a knowing smile, even though you shoot him a scowl just inches from his own face. Uttering his full name is a warning, a stop sign all by itself. "I mean it. Jesse needs his father." 

"I know. I know, baby."

"I need you, too." His kiss blinds you to that worry, warmth flooding through your face and down your throat as if he's pouring his reassurance past your lips like it's a cup of sweet wine. It'll still burn once it goes down, and it'll never go away–but the primal fear is past you, at least for now. 

"I won't scare you like that again. I swear." Eddie seals that promise with a kiss to your temple to follow it, and lowers his hand to rub the one you have cradling your son, paying special attention to the little band you have on your finger. 

"Baby?" He hums in reply.

"I think…I need to sleep. I'm tired."

"I bet you are." He whispers, suddenly very aware of your half-lidded eyes as he carefully takes the baby from your arms. "Lay back, I'll wake you when the others come back. You've been through a lot today." 

"Don't leave me.."

"I won't. Me and Jesse will be right here." He lifts him up to look at you, before turning him to cradle his tiny body in the crook of his arm. "Waiting for mommy to wake up." 

Only when Eddie says it does it feel real, when you actually understand the fact that you're officially a mom. It's sobering, scary, exciting all at once, it's something that could both make you cry and bring laughter to your lips–and at the moment, it's the latter, because with a more concerning gurgle and a soft "blah!", Jesse's turned his stomach out all over the breast of Eddie's shirt, followed by a sharp cry and a giggle erupting from your lips. 

"....Aaaand spitting up all over daddy. Heh. That's my little demon." 

[bemylord]

ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛɪɴɢ

↳ characters: itadori, megumi, toji, satoru, kento, sukuna + surprise.

↳ warnings: oral [fem/receiving], nicknames [for reader], fingering, mirror sex [mentioned], tie up, daddy kink, spit [once], edging.

↳ form: drabble.

↳ butler's remark: hello~ while i'm keeping my cuties guessing about part two, let's read this work. i've got a surprise for you at the end ;) toji and nanami your husbandos.

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴜᴊɪ:

his first reaction will be - am i not good enough? when he opened the door, watching as you're rubbing your clit, eyes focusing on his as if you were waiting for him - he'd be confused. you turned your body to yuuji, allowing him to see your wet spot as you were making circles on the needy place.

like a snap, he felt the bulge in the pants as he ogles at your naked body. your fingers massage the spot he likes to lick the most.

'yuuji, come closer.' your broken voice has signaled an oncoming orgasm as your boyfriend replaced your hand onto his tongue, you melt under his brisk tongue.

'you can't wait for me, honey? can't wait for my tongue, yeah?'

notwithstanding on itadori's kind nature - he's gonna teach you a lesson, thus you'll wait for your boyfriend to come back to please you.

after, you and yuuji will be experimenting: you're sitting in front of the mirror, back pressed against itadori's chest as you masturbate yourself, watching directly in yuuji's eyes.

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ:

i've got two opinions about megumi: the first one, he'll act like a sheepish boy, who's frightened to meet you, will be watching in the corner of the room as you're cumming on the bed.

the second - the dna in his blood will make itself known [toji], by taking your hand away of the delicious place, staring at the oozing pussy as you spread your legs together. fushiguro's hand doesn't allow you to end your action, caresses from the inner thighs to the vulnerable but needy bug.

'gumi, gumi~' you stretched out the name, giving yourself up to his long, deft fingers, letting him do rub the clit as you unbelt his pants.

'having fun without me, baby, tsk, tsk, tsk, teasing me?

he has been in the room less than two minutes, already having the bulge to brainwash you, having the force to fuck you all night, as a punishment for not waiting for him.

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ:

oh-oh-oh.

i doubt that you'd masturbate on your own, without your husband in the room so he could be watching as you caress your little clit. although, i do not doubt that you'll not be able to walk.

as toji came to the room fill with your fragrance, ogling as you covered your mouth with a hand, quelling your delightful moans - he'll, ohh, he'll be a little pissed off that you're touching his pussy. however, your divined view on you naked, as your body covered in a drop of sweat - god, he has a rock hard boner in no time.

'take your hand off my pussy.'

his low voice has brought you out of the trance, urgently took off fingers from the hole as toji comes closer. if not his strong hands, you'd fall out of bed, afraid to envision what he'd do.

'look at yourself, can't hold your arousal, little one?'

without your permission, he put two fingers inside you, feeling your gooey walls as they clenching around thick toji's fingers.

'fuck, doll, you were really a bad girl, you know what daddy will do, do you?'

ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏᴜ:

the one who'll tease you after your intercourse for a while, calling you a needy girl at least a couple of weeks, whenever he wakes you up by licking your pussy.

the one who'll order you to put your finger in your mouth, to taste the juices he loves to drink. gojou sits in the chair to jerk his big cock while his sweet little angel is rubbing her clit, asking for his dick.

'you haven't deserved it yet.'

despite you've cum, did the huge mess on the sheet while sobbing and begging to be fucked like whore on the bed, gojou smirks at the evidence of your juices.

the one who'll tease and tease you 'till you'll be a dumb girl underneath his cock, fucking you relentlessly as you about to cross your limit, milking his cock to paint your redden walls into the white color.

'you're a fucking mess, fucking dumb whore for me, just for me.'

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

your husband wrote you the message that he'll be late for dinner, you had decided you'll be playing with some toys, such as 'preparation' for the night.

you didn't hear as the door opened, rewatching the video about you and nanami have filmed on the honeymoon. as you put the dildo in the wet pussy, whispering your husband's name, you heard his voice:

'so insatiable,' he untied the pratt knot you tied this morning, stripped the jacket. 'maybe you want to replace the toy with a real cock?'

you looked down, seeing the outlining of his cock, you threw away the toy, watching as he takes off his shirt, exposing his toned, strong body - your hands are willingly want to leave an immeasurable number of red stripes.

'allow your husband to please you, making you the happiest woman in the world.' all you can do, is to spread legs wider, letting nanami kiss your pussy. 'give me your wrists'

just imagine it jeez.

ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ: [it's quite silly, pls don't hate me after]

if the king will return his previous body, you won't be doing dirty by your own - four hands, girl. four palms are ready to please every your need, but, who said you can't tease the great king when he is stuck in yuuji's body?

as you were in itadori's room, waiting for him to arrive [bc he's a vessel for sukuna], you're sitting on the pillow near to the kotatsu, with opened legs, rubbing your clit.

'the day was terr-' yuji with muttering came to the room, noticing you after he tossed he raised his head upward. 'y/n-cha-' he didn't have time to continue as sukuna took possession of his body.

'i've told you not to do it in this bastard room.'

he quickly came to your body, as you wrapped your hands around his neck, snuggled in for a kiss. as you were 'leading' the kiss, you pressed his hand on your pussy, deepening the kiss, adding your tongue, greedily kissing his lips.

'you're gonna squirt on his bed, naughty girl.'

ɢᴇᴛᴏ ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ:

a bonus for getou's simps <3

the one who'll stop your action as he entered the room. he'll instantly make you stare intently into his eyes, as spit on your pussy, not touching your clit.

as you wobble, attempting to have attention on the oozing place, he just laughed.

'remember the eighth rule? don't do it on your own without daddy knowing.' you nodded, started to cry due to the lack of attention. he traced his finger on the strip from the asshole to the dripping hole, teasing the entrance with an index finger.

'd-daddy..'

'use your words, bunny, or else you won't get it.'

'punish me, daddy. please.'

the last word you practically purred feeling as he caresses your clit. he kissed your lips, going down to your pussy. you know what will be next: he's gonna edging you for hours and hours, 'till you forget to count your orgasms.

(─‿‿─)♡

[i-cant-sing]

I’ve seen child/baby reader for the Todoroki clan but what about Erasermic? They just adore the chubby little girl that could barely say their names right or their hearts just burst at her cute smol hand gripping their finger as she smiles to them! Watch em lose it when she calls them “Papa” or “Daddy” 😭💕💖

Yandere Platonic Erasermic x child reader

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Yandere Erasermic:

Aizawa looked intimidating. Unapproachable. Distant. Unwelcoming.

It was clear from how all the parents looked at him, quickly ushering their kids away from him as if he was a villian. This was the reason he never really liked going out in public all that much.

"Daddy!"

But for you he will walk though hell barefoot if has to.

At the sound of your voice, a warm smile immediately appeared on his face. Crouching down, Aizawa caught your little body that jumped at him.

You giggled as he picked up and nuzzled his nose with yours.

"Hey, princess."

Pulling you away from him, he took in your appearance.

Your pony tails were lop sided, your face was flush and sweaty, your uniform was all dirty. Your shirt was tucked out of your skirt, your once shiny black shoes were now muddy.

"Why do you look so messy? Did you get in a fight?" Aizawa asked you, but he already knew his sweet little angel wouldn't hurt a fly.

"No! We were playing!" You giggled.

"Okay, okay. Let's go." With that, Aizawa took your hand and began walking home.

Every single day for the last week since kindergarten started, you always returned looking like you had rolled around in mud.

"I missed you today! Did you miss me?" You said as you skipped. Your father nodded. "I did. What happened at school today?"

"Great! I went to class and said hi to my friends, and then miss Hita came and then we did numbers and then-" And you continued to ramble on about every single detail about your day. Aizawa loved hearing you talk, even if you did become repetitive, it was the gleam in your eyes and the awe in your voice and your oh so real expressions.

"Is Papa home?" You asked him mid rambling.

He nodded. "Yes. And he has a surprise for you."

Your eyes sparkled. "Surprise?! What is it?" You jumped up and down. Honestly, he was amazed with how energetic you were. Even after a tiring day at school, you would always have to be wrestled or bribed for an afternoon nap, as you always claimed you weren't sleepy.

You're going to wish you took more naps now when you grow up.

Aizawa smiled. "No point of a surprise if I tell you." He liked teasing you, and he knew you were about to play your guessing game now.

"Is it a balloon?"

"No."

"Is it 2 balloons?"

"No."

"Is it a an elephant?"

"No."

"Is it an aeroplane?"

"What? No."

You'll never figure it out at this rate-

"Is it... something to eat?"

"..."

"It is something to eat! What is it? Tell me please." You whined.

"You've guessed it right so far, you can figure out the-"

"Is it Katsudon?"

"..."

"Dad... Is. It. Katsudon?" You asked him, mustering up your utmost serious face, but you just ended up looking even more adorable than before.

"...yes."

Aizawa closed his eyes as you screamed in glee.

And then the rest of the way home, you skipped and chanted "katsudon".

Hizashi heard the front door open and as he walked over to welcome his darlings, his knees was tackled by a very small body that screeched "KATSUDON!"

The blonde shot a mean glare to Aizawa for ruining the surprise, but that was interrupted by you jumping up and down. Hizashi picked you up and gasped at your appearance.

"Why do you look like you came out of a war?!"

"Katsudon!" You kicked your feet excitedly and wriggled in his arms.

Hizashi chuckled. "Okay okay. But first, you need a bath. Daddy will clean you up while I will go prepare your-" "KATSUDON!" Both men erupted in chuckles.

During lunch, you swung your feet back and forth as Hizashi fed you. You could feed yourself, but you're busy telling them about your day.

"And then we began playing in recess. And then Tabiko was the Prince and I was the Princess and then Tabiko saves me from the dragon and we were going to kiss and live happily ever after! And then Hirio fell, and then-"

What?

Did they- did they hear you right?

Your fathers looked at each other as if to confirm they both heard the same thing.

Kiss?

"Honey... what- what do you mean kiss?" The blonde asked, his tone full of worry.

You gulped down the delicious piece of meat before speaking. "I was the Princess and Tabiko was the Prince, and when he saved me, we would kiss!"

"You kissed Tabiko?" Aizawa asked, his eyes turning a bit dark at the thought of this boy.

You shook your head giggling. "Noo, recess was over so we had to go back to class." You smiled. "But Tabiko said that we can kiss tomorrow!"

No fucking way.

"No. You won't do that." Your dad said, eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"Yes, I wiIl. Tabiko promised me!" You smiled.

Aizawa got up from his seat and moved to crouch in front of you, making him at eye level with you.

"Princess, you're not going to kiss Tabiko." Your dad took that serious tone, the one that left no room for argument but you didn't pick up on that.

"Why?" You pouted.

"Because I'm telling you. And you're not going to kiss anyone else either." Aizawa said as he held your hands.

"No one?"

"No one."

"But what if I love them?"

"You only love us, honey!" Hizashi pitched in.

"But I get to kiss my boyfriend, right?"

Aizawa lightly squeezed your hands. "No. And no boyfriends or girlfriends either."

Your eyes became teary and they could see your lip wobbling too. "Not even when I'm old?"

No. Not even then.

Is what they wanted to say, but Hizashi tried to pacify you. "Yeah. Sure, you can be in a relationship when you're old, like... 70?"

You immediately began counting on your fingers. I'm 4, so 5, 6, 7... that is 1,2, 3 years?

"So...like in 3 years?"

"70. Not 7" The blonde chuckled.

You began counting again but then got tired at 18, so you stopped.

"But... I will get kisses when I'm 70?" You asked worriedly, still confused why your dads weren't letting you kiss people.

Aizawa scooped you up in his arms. "You don't have to wait that long. You can have kisses now." And then your dad began attacking your face in kisses, making you laugh. "And you can get more but only if you promise not to kiss anyone else!" Hizashi said. You nodded and then both your dads tickled your face with kisses.

You're so naive, so innocent. Their sweet little angel.

They'll be damned if they let some scum take you away from them.

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

A Pure Soul: Hell Hath No Fury (Yandere!Wanda Maximoff x ADD!autistic!reader)

*Not my GIF.

Summary: What happens when you mess with the beloved of Scarlet Witch? Nothing good. Following the incident at the coffee shop, Wanda believes that those four deserve just as much hell as the ex-best friend got, or perhaps even worse. 

Warnings: Extreme ableism, mind-breaking, vegetative state, suicide mentions, yandere behavior, hypnosis/mind control I guess?

Word Count: 1904

Note: This is sort of an in-between of the in-between of “A Pure Soul.” Well, technically it follows the events after “Nearly Taken.” If you haven’t read those, you’re gonna want to first so that this makes sense.

Wanda waits until you’re fast asleep, a sweet angelic smile on your face.

She absolutely hates to have to leave you, what with you looking so sweet and cute cuddling up to her and.....pretty much just existing, but she knows that once she’s finished this, those four monsters will never hurt you again. In her mind, what they did to you deserves a fate worse than death. Death is pain and then stillness, or whatever happens after someone passes. Even a slow death is over too quickly. No, they pushed you to attempt to kill yourself; death is too good for them.

She has a fate worse than death in mind for them.....

=============================

The four friends gather in the hotel room, absolutely terrified.

“We should be safe together, right?” one of them trembles.

“Y-yeah,” another nods vigorously almost as if they’re trying to convince themself that they’re all safer together. “We’ll definitely be safe.”

“These dreams......” a third gulps. “I can hardly focus at work. They’re constantly on my mind.”

“They feel so real to me,” the fourth exclaims. “I keep trying to call out for help, but....it’s like something’s holding my voice hostage.”

“You think this has something to do with that retard from the coffee shop?” the first asks.

“What makes you say that?” asks the third.

“Well, none of this started for me until after it happened.”

“Maybe it’s guilt,” the second suggests. “I mean, we pushed (Y/N) really far.”

“They deserved it,” the fourth snaps. “After they met up with my best friend, shit went down and now she’s pretty much traumatized beyond the point of no return. They had it coming.”

“Don’t be like that,” the second one defends. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the fourth huffs folding her arms. “Are you saying that you’d rather torture yourself and be friends with that retard?”

“No, but they deserve basic human respect.....I mean.....what if they actually followed through with killing themself? That’d be terrible.”

“They’re a completely different species. They don’t deserve respect.”

“Kaylie---”

“You know, I hope they did go through with it. The world would be better off with one less thing spreading their disease.”

The second one stands up, infuriated.

“Okay, that’s it,” she snaps. “I’ve had more than enough of you, Kaylie. I’m going to check to see if they’re okay.”

“I....I’ll go too,” the third adds.

“No,” the first one says. “If we leave this room, we might get murdered by whatever the hell’s been doing this shit to us.”

“I don’t care.” The second one’s eyes are filling with tears. “Regina, we pushed them too far. We all heard their leg break and yet we didn’t do anything to help.”

“It didn’t deserve help, Melanie,” Kaylie snaps. “It’s diseased and deserves to die!!”

“SHUT UP!”

SLAP!

Kaylie’s face begins to sting from Melanie’s hand.

“Just shut up, okay?! They may be different, but I’ve come to realize that what happened-what we did-was just straight-up horrific and cruel. We deserve these nightmares for what we did to them. You know they were one of the kindest people in high school? They’d always say hi to people, ask them how they were, leave encouraging little notes when they were having a bad day. They just wanted a friend, and look at how we’ve been treating them. I’m disgusted by how I’ve been acting--”

“Oh my God,” Kaylie groans. “Stop trying to play martyr. You don’t have to hide your feelings about them.”

“That’s just it,” Melanie exclaims. “I’m not hiding them. Not anymore. Okay? I felt guilty right when I got home. I haven’t slept in weeks because all I can wonder is what if they did kill themself? I’ve been so terrified to check up on them. I should’ve....but you know what? Fuck you, Kaylie. Fuck you and that lump of icy steel you have where your heart should be. I’m done with you, with all of you.”

“I didn’t say anything,” the third one whimpers.

“Then say something, Jessica,” Melanie tells her. “What do you think?”

Jessica gulps and thinks, fidgeting with her hands.

“I....I do think we went too far. Telling another human being to kill themself is just....wrong.”

“Thank you!” Melanie exclaims. “At least someone here has a heart.”

Melanie packs up her things.

“Come on, Jessica. We’re gonna try to patch things up.”

Melanie heads for the door and tries to open it.

The doorknob jiggles, but doesn’t do anything.

“Guys?” Melanie gulps. “...Guys, I can’t get out.”

“Or maybe you’re realizing I’m right,” Kaylie exclaims.

“No, I’m serious! It won’t open.”

Jessica goes over and gives it a try.

“She’s right,” she gulps.

Above them, the buzzing lights suddenly begin to flicker.

“Oh God....” Regina squeaks. “It’s happening.”

“I thought you said we’d be safe here!” Jessica whimpers.

“Because I thought we’d be safe here!” Regina retorts.

“I think we were all thinking the same thing!” Melanie exclaims. “And now I’m thinking this is karma for what we did.”

“It’s just a prank,” Kaylie says, but her voice has a slight tremor in it.

Shadows begin to form along the walls.

The windows shut with a bang.

Locked with a click.

The hotel room’s black-out curtains drawn shut.

One at a time, each lightbulb shatters.

“Are you sure?!” Regina exclaims.

“This is fucking karma!” Melanie snaps, tears rolling down her face. “This is what we deserve for what we did to (Y/N), okay?!”

She gives a shriek when things start to get thrown around. Unbeknownst to them, a certain vindictive witch has made her way inside, ready to play with their minds.

“How DARE you! You pushed (Y/N) to attempting suicide!”

The dialect is prominent and the voice is all over the room. 

“Are.....are they okay?” Melanie asks in genuine concern.

“They are.....but you four won’t be!”

The witch strikes Regina with a fear projection. The girl nearly has a panic attack and collapses to the floor as her mind becomes overwhelmed by fear, almost shocking it dead.

“Please....” Jessica whimpers, tears accumulating in her eyes. “We didn’t--”

“Jessica, shut up!” Melanie exclaims. “We did mean to.”

“Because they don’t deserve to live!” Kaylie snaps. “They’re a waste of space and a disease. I wish their attempt had actually wor--”

“SHUT UP, KAYLIE!”

While the two are arguing, the witch places Jessica in a fear projection, not as intense as Regina’s, but up there. She too drops to the ground, her mind shook to its core like Regina’s. 

Then the witch goes up to Kaylie, forcing the two to make eye contact.

“You especially disgust me....” she hisses as her eyes glow. “If there’s anyone who’s a disease, it’s you.”

The witch shocks Kaylie’s mind with the deepest fear imaginable. Her skin feels as though it’s on fire. The girl drops, crying out and convulsing, even foaming at the mouth. And soon all instance--all trace of who she was-is gone.

Finally the witch turns to Melanie and approaches her.

“You knew better....”

Melanie breathes heavily and nods.

“I....I did....but I shouldn’t have done it....I deserve this too....”

“You do....”

The witch looks into Melanie’s mind and heart. There’s genuine regret and guilt for what she did, even before she brought on the hell. 

“I just wish I could apologize for what I did to them.....” She hears Melanie’s thoughts. “For all the things I did to them in high school and what I did at the coffee shop....”

This sincerely touches the witch’s heart.

“So.....go ahead and do to me what you did to them,” Melanie sighs, getting on her knees. “I won’t object...."

To Melanie’s surprise, the witch gets down to her level. A wisp of scarlet clouds her mind and she drops into the witch’s arms. She looks at the girl, a clear sense of resignation on her face, and a sense of mercy on the witch’s.

“Perhaps you can redeem yourself....” she thinks as her eyes soften.

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You wake up the next morning and feel a comforting presence hugging you. 

Shifting a little, you look to see your girlfriend Wanda, still asleep and holding you close. She looks so sweet and happy that you dare not move anymore. You can’t believe how lucky you are. How did someone as amazing as Wanda fall for you you may never know.

All of a sudden, you hear Friday tell you that there’s someone at the door for you. Regretfully you get up, using your crutches, and head to it only to freeze when you see Melanie. 

“Um....h-hello? (Y/N)?” she asks. “It’s me, Melanie....”

She wears a timid stance. 

“What are you doing here?!” you snap defensively.

To your surprise, the once-confident girl flinches.

“I-I’m so sorry for what I said and did, both in high school and at that coffee shop,” she whimpers. “It was horrible and I sincerely regret it. I-I don’t expect you to forgive me....I truly don’t. I just....if you’ve had any thoughts of....ending things, please don’t take any of what we said to heart. The world’s a better place with you in it...there are...there are people who really care about you. I-If you decide to forgive me....or even are just willing to talk...p-please don’t be afraid to talk to me.....I-I’m sorry, I’m rambling....I’ll be going now....”

As Melanie nervously rushes away from the door, you find yourself confused and yet not. Out of those five girls, Melanie was the kindest to you, which wasn’t saying much. If they said anything dehumanizing, she’d speak up and tell them off, occasionally helping you and giving you little gifts of apology, but that was about it. Did she really mean what she said just now? You’re not sure.

“Darling?”

You’re tossed out of your thoughts by a familiar voice. You adjust yourself around to see Wanda. 

“Are you okay? Who was that?” she asks.

“....Melanie....one of the girls from the coffee shop.....she apologized....”

You’re still confused by it all. 

“Well, that was nice,” Wanda tells you. “Just....be careful, okay?”

“I know....” you sigh. “I’m always trusting the wrong people.”

“Not always.”

She approaches you.

“You trust me, right (Y/N)?”

You nod.

“Yeah. You’re an exception, though. I’m not complaining, just....it’s so difficult to know who I CAN trust.”

She looks at you.

“I’m glad you feel you can trust me. And don’t worry, I can help you with figuring that out.”

She gently grabs your arm.

“But we can talk about that later. Let’s go get you some breakfast, my sweet angel.”

You blush at her little pet name for you and nod. She giggles and leads you back upstairs. Of course she already knew that Melanie was going to come apologize, but you don’t need to know that. In her eyes, her sweet angel’s better off that way. So what happened to the other three? Well, Regina and Jessica are definitely going to need time to recover, but they should come to their senses from the fear projections and apologize.

So then.....what about Kaylie?

Well, you don’t know this yet. Kaylie’s not going to be responsive for.....the rest of her life. Just like that best friend, but worse. If anyone dares to say the same foul things about you that Kaylie said, Wanda will take care of them. 

But none of that matters right now. She has you. You’re still alive and still her sweet angel. No one will be taking you from her any time soon.

[sapphicwhxre]

your first time | HCs

what your first time having sex includes (for anon)

Г includes : hermione granger, draco malfoy, harry potter, ron weasley, ginny weasley, pansy parkinson, fred weasley, george weasley, luna lovegood, cho chang, fleur delacour, nymphadora tonks, bellatrix lestrange, and narcissa black

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hermione granger

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actually researches everything she can to make it good for you (which ends up working really well)

is such a nervous wreck about making it perfect that you have to remind her

"it's with you, it'll already be perfect"

uses terms like vagina until you straight up tell her you're comfortable with dirtier words

foreplay QUEEN

does absolutely everything in her power to get you as wet as possible before doing anything

to the point where you wonder if you'll cum before even fucking

is already asking you what kinks you wanna try at this point

doesn't shut up but she's complimenting you the whole time

gets really encouraged + turned on whenever you moan

clingy, grinning mess after

asks you immediately what you want her to do better next time

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draco malfoy

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cocky, cocky, cocky

secretly really nervous but still plays it up

will not let you top

returns anything you do

doesn't stand for you being quiet

he will do everything in his power to get you as loud as possible

also doesn't take his eyes off you at all ─ like he wants to memorise every second of it and every inch of your body

pretty rough but instantly softens if he thinks he hurt you or something

won't cum until you do

tells you how hot you were after

teases you for cumming for him like that wasn't the intended goal

acts non chalant instead of telling you how head over heels he is

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harry potter

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harry is CURIOUS and no one can tell me otherwise

you're the one that has to tell him it's ok to touch you and he goes all out once you do

wants to do everything, touch you everywhere

actually wouldn't be able to get over you or shift his focus from pleasing you

"these are so pretty", "i love this", "say my name again", etc.

you probably have to pull him away at some point if you want to actually touch him ─ or fuck

absolutely shook when do you touch him

tries to stay quiet until you tell him you wanna hear him

then he won't shut up with the babbling and the praises

wants a second round as soon as you finish

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ron weasley

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thanks to hbp, we know how inexperienced ron is

so don't expect him to get actually kinky the first time

sure, he wants to go all out with you but he's actually really gentle

accidentally tries something in the moment (like choking, degrading, basically any kink) and apologises

then can't believe the experience actually gets better when you roll with said kink (and enjoy it)

slows and asks if you're ok the whole time

and every time you say yes, he gets really encouraged

doesn't even want to pull away when you're done ─ basically never wants to take his hands off of you again

heavy breathing and huge grinning right on your skin when you're done

having a snack together after because it's cute and he's all worn out so

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ginny weasley

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effortlessly sexy

honestly gets you going without even knowing it (you're done for when she actually tries)

she's really casual but sweet

definitely confident

puts her hair in a ponytail so you can see her face but still grab her hair

can't stay serious for shit ─ she's so happy and makes sure you know it

absolutely teases you if you stare at her

"its like this is the first time you've seen me naked!"

voices how turned on she is and how hot she finds you

forces herself to keep her eyes open because she wants to see you come undone

gets as many orgasms out of you as she can

sits on your lap and plants all these little kisses on your face when you're finished

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pansy parkinson

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"y/n and i are going to fuck, you should all be jealous" "oh my gods pansy,"

only a little nervous ─ she's more excited than anything

starts to confidently tells you about her daydreams, fantasies, and wet dreams but ends up blushing really hard

gets to work immediately

assumes she's topping but is actually willing to let you if you'd like

cocky, teasing, and sweet the whole time

goes for dirty names right off the bat

doesn't miss a beat when you cum, "baby 'm gonna take you against the wall now"

keeps going even after she gets tired

finally stops once you're both mindblown and unable to walk

falls asleep naked with you, head in your hair, mumbling about how she has the best s/o

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fred weasley

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will pick you up/drag you/etc. to wherever you're doing this

excited as fuck but wants a safeword first and foremost

probably makes it something really stupid

you can barely get anything other than moans out once he starts touching you

gives you kisses, talks dirty, fucks you as hard as he can... he goes all out

just to make your first time the best you've ever had

focuses on giving unless you want more

softer during the second round but way kinkier ─ the boy likes trouble more than work but he's still a quick learner

slow, tired makeout when you're both worn out and him spooning you

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george weasley

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also really excited

has already figured out your kinks at this point through conversation cues and imagined making you cum with all of them

won't stop kissing you, saying stuff like, "ready to cum for me baby?"

SWOONING banter, "so long as you fill me up love"

confident + teasing about it

"fuck, how did you know i like that?" "a weasley is always prepared y/n," "didn't you forget to wear shoes to class last week?"

absolute gentleman

makes sure everything's ok with you

knows how to get you hot and bothered without being too rough

grunted i love yous

pulls out of you once you're all fucked out but keeps you close so he can give your forehead wet, praising kisses

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luna lovegood

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so ready to do this

tells you really non-chalantly how bad she wants you

also a queen of foreplay

undresses you so carefully and slowly, telling you how gorgeous you are

long kisses

open about her kinks, asks straight up what yours are

locking fingers while you fuck and agreeing to only let go if one of you wants to stop

spoiler, your hands may as well be fused together by the end of the night

coaxes you through her moans and checks on you

even though she knows ─ and trust me, she KNOWS ─ you're having the time of your life

wants you to lay on your back after you cum and plays with your hair + swirls her fingers on your skin from her comfy lil seat on your waist

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cho chang

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sweet over sexy first time

nervous at first that someone's going to walk in but once she starts touching you, the whole world disappears

lots of blushing and giggling

nothing too serious ─ your legs are tangled and you're just heart eyed

plants kisses all over you the whole time

actually loses herself with you

like eyes scrunched shut and looking like an angel

if she didn't want to see you all pretty and moaning so bad, she'd probably keep her eyes closed and just be happy with how good you feel

whispers the cutest but dirtiest shit

so smiley when you cum

gets pouty if you pull away or stand up after

wants to cuddle, skin to skin, and keep giving you kisses

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fleur delacour

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wants it to be perfect

wears the prettiest lingerie she owns

sets a romantic scene

physically and verbally

trust me when i say this girl is a romantic goddess when it comes to words

pulls out the french and tells you how beautiful she thinks you are

magic touch ─ her fingers are stroking and caressing you during everything and it feels magical

during this first time, actions > words

barely says anything

other than moaning your name

quietly praises you under her breath but says it louder if you tell her to

just really sensual and passionate

holds you in her arms and kisses all over your neck and shoulders when you finish

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nymphadora tonks

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"love, are you sure you want to do this together?"

the second she has your full comfort and consent?

she goes wild

fucks you a thousand different ways but is being so sweet with her words

respectful yet dirty, complimenting in the sexiest tone you've ever heard

wouldn't want to do anything too kinky the first time

only because she wants to leave you wanting more

(as if you won't already ─)

definitely loses control of her hair colour in the moment

it just feels so good that she can't help but go bright and vibrant

all bubbly and talkative when you finish + gets herself together and changes her hair back to your favourite colour

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bellatrix lestrange

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lays out all her kinks that first time

goes absolutely wild in bed

covers you in sloppy kisses and hickeys

moans shit like, "i have been thinking about this since the moment i laid eyes on you,"

loud the whole time

possessive pet names

my doll, my love, my pretty little thing

melts the first time your hands are in her hair

(whether they're pulling at it or running through it)

won't say anything about it but looks for cues that you're comfortable and enjoying it as much as she is

doesn't stop until you're completely worn out

lays on your chest when you're done

and falls asleep mumbling praises

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narcissa black

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tease

wants to stretch out your desire before you do anything for as long as she can

long kisses, hooked fingers, etc.

and when she does fuck you?

respectful queen, looks at you for consent before trying anything

stays serious but if you let out a little giggle, she indulges it because she's just as excited to finally be doing this with you

knows what she wants and expects it

she doesn't stop coming up to kiss you

tells you how good you're doing the whole time

makes you cum as many times as she possibly can before finally letting go

doesn't let go when you're done ─ she wants to stay close to you, hot breaths and juices mixing while she kisses the top of your head

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[idy-ll-ique]

Sweet Little Love.

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Lil Angst

Warnings: brief mention of violence

Requested: nope

Summary: The Y/L/Ns are a well-off family in New York, and are good friends with Sam Wilson. One day Y/N is threatened by a stalker and needs a bodyguard, so Sam suggests Bucky. Bucky doesn't want to do it; the last thing he wants is to deal with a spoiled, bratty rich girl for a whole month. The only thing is, Bucky has terribly misjudged her and now he can't help falling in love with her.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! the last scene is just a small bonus crack!scene sjsjsjs lmao, enjoy!

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If there was one type of person Bucky liked, it was someone who was kind, polite, helpful and caring… and Bucky knew the person he was going to work for was going to be none of those things. "Sam, come on, man, I don't want to do this," Bucky groaned as he followed his best friend down the street. "I already promised, Bucky."

"Why did you?! I don't want to spend my whole day around spoiled little brats, they're the worst!" Bucky threw his hands up in surrender. "Okay, number one: You have to look after only one person and number two: Why don't you just meet her once? Then you can decide for yourself, how about that?"

Bucky had been hired by one of Sam's friends, Mr Y/L/N, as a bodyguard for his daughter. He didn't know the daughter at all; but the one thing he was sure about was that she was going to be a pain in the ass for him, like in every single movie about rich girls and bodyguards. Mouthy, petty, sassy, rude…

He was in no mood to deal with someone like that.

Ms Y/L/N, he assumed, had been sent some threats over a week ago by a stalker and so the poor father was worried sick as he frantically searched for bodyguards. Sam was also informed and before he knew it, James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes was hired. To be honest, the Y/L/Ns were paying a lot so… since he had given up Avenging, the income would be great.

Plus, she only needed protection for around a month or so. Speaking of the daughter, how old was she even going to be? Maybe a child below 10? A rebellious teenager? Who knows? "Alright, stop here. She's supposed to be here somewhere, let me call Y/L/N." Bucky huffed and looked around the crowded streets as Sam contacted the father.

That's when his eyes landed on a lady. She was beautiful; wearing what looked like a tennis skirt and a university hoodie, along with sneakers. Her hair was pulled into a braid and she had a bright smile on her face. Bucky blinked twice and watched. Her body or clothes didn't catch his attention, but her actions sure did.

She was chatting with another, older woman who had coffee spilled all over her white tee. The young lady was holding a baby in her arms, bouncing the sweet child as the older woman hurriedly tried to clean her clothes. Through his super-soldier hearing, he caught their conversation. "I'm so sorry to bother you like this," the woman sighed.

"It's okay, ma'am, you are not a bother. You were clearly in need of help and you know how New York is…" Both women giggled. The older woman soon left with her child but the young lady continued standing there, looking around, as if waiting for someone. Probably a boyfriend, Bucky thought.

"Why is he not picking up?!"

Bucky rolled his eyes at Sam before looking over at the pretty lady again, who had started bouncing back and forth on her heels, glancing everywhere. That's when a loud wail echoed above the already busy street. The lady's eyes snapped towards the voice before she took off running towards a little boy who had tripped over.

The little kid was blond and scrawny, reminding Bucky of a little Steve. He smiled fondly at the memory. "Are you hurt, bubba?" Y/N asked the kid adoringly as she helped him stand. The boy's lower lip wobbled as he tried to hold his tears in but was unsuccessful. "Aw, come here…" Bucky gulped when the lady got on her knees and hugged the child.

She's so kind.

The kid hugged back just as eagerly, sobbing into her shoulder. Soon, two adults approached her; a gay couple, the parents of the kid. They, too, watched with appreciation as the lady easily calmed the kid down with her soothing presence. An involuntary smile bloomed on Bucky's face; if he was in that kid's position, he'd have stopped crying too. The lady was wonderful.

"Thank you so much, honey," one of the men grinned when the lady stood up, dusting her knees and giving the kid a smile. "Oh, it's not a problem! You know what?" She dug around in her purse and pulled out a lollipop. "I always have some on me. I'm a big fan. You?" The boy giggled and eagerly accepted the candy.

"Steve, what do you say?"

Bucky almost laughed. The kid's name was also Steve? Amazing! "Thank you!" Steve exclaimed with a bright smile, making the lady laugh. "No problem! Have a good day!" She waved at the family of three before returning to her original place, standing outside a café. Bucky was enamored at this point.

"Any luck?" he drawled, glancing at Sam who shook his head. "That dick," he grumbled under his breath and Bucky grinned, getting back to watching the pretty lady but she was nowhere to be found. He looked around until he saw her crossing the road, an old man holding her arm with one hand as the other held his walking cane.

She was on his side of the street now, just a few feet away from him. "You are an angel, darling," the old man crooned as he patted her cheek, letting go of her arm once he was safely on the other side. An angel indeed, Bucky smiled to himself. "Oh, sir, I try…" she spoke bashfully, turning in his direction as the man left.

Bucky quickly averted his gaze, he didn't want to look like a creep. "Sam? Sam, is that you? Wilson!" Bucky froze at the lady's voice, her footsteps nearing the place where he and Sam were standing. Wait, is that...? Sam looked away from his phone, eyes lighting up as they landed on the lady. "Y/N? When did you arrive?" Bucky watched as they hugged.

"Been here for a long time, dad said you were going to introduce me to my bodyguard today. He's a good friend of yours, right?" Sam turned and motioned towards Bucky. He stepped forward. "Hi, I'm James Barnes," he introduced himself, holding his hand out. He couldn't believe he had called this angel a spoiled, rich brat.

I'm never gonna forgive myself.

"James, nice to meet you! I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Thanks for doing this, I'm probably going to be a burden—" He immediately shook his head. "Oh, no no no, don't say that! I can tell we're going to be good friends." He winked and she couldn't help but giggle. Bucky didn't even correct her on the name, something about the way she said it made a shiver run down his spine.

"Well, um, do we start now, or…?"

"Your choice," he interrupted, hands shoved in the pockets of his coat as he stared at her, heart swelling with affection. "I already feel safe," she half-joked, "Start now. I have a few places to go to…" He was ready to follow her to Hell and back. "Of course." Both of them turned to Sam, who had a knowing smirk on his face.

If it were anyone else Bucky would've given him his infamous glare but Y/N? He was hoping for a connection. "You two enjoy your date— I mean, day. Anyway, what's up with your dad, girl, he's not picking up my calls." Bucky rolled his eyes at the slip up. "He's not? Maybe he's in a meeting. If you want you can go visit."

"Gonna do just that, tell him that his precious little daughter is in safe hands." Y/N looked at Bucky with a huge smile. "No doubt about that! It's getting late, I'll see you later!" Y/N started walking away and Bucky immediately followed with a nod towards Sam. "Hey, um, I saw you, you know?" he blurted out.

"Saw me? Doing what?" Y/N blinked. "You helping the lady with the child, the kid who tripped over— Steve, his name was? And the old man you helped cross the street. I just wanna say that was amazing. You're a great person, Y/N, I'm honored to be your bodyguard." She gasped softly and looked away, chewing her bottom lip as she grinned, cheeks heating up.

"Oh, um, it's just— I like to help people. It's how my parents raised me. Yeah, we might be rich but I'm not spoiled. Lots of people think that when I tell them I'm Mr Y/L/N's daughter. It hurts sometimes, you know? People just assume anything about you without even knowing you. That's why I try to be good. I don't want to be a bad person," she rushed out, unconsciously voicing all her insecurities.

Bucky's heart sank in his chest as he let out a dry chuckle. "Ugh, just saying this is gonna make me throw up but I assumed that too. I thought I was gonna work with a spoiled, rich brat. I was horribly, horribly wrong, I hope you can forgive me, doll." She turned to him, but she wasn't mad in the slightest. She even started getting a tiny crush on him, I mean, hey, the man is eye-candy. "It's fine! I forgive you, you didn't know."

"No, it's not fine. I shouldn't have made assumptions, I feel like the biggest ass in the world," he scoffed, looking away from her. "James, please, it's okay. You know now, right? Don't feel bad! Why don't we stop for a coffee on the way?" How could he say no to that?

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2 weeks passed. Y/N and Bucky became incredibly close friends; Bucky went as far as revealing the truth about himself, how he used to be an Avenger, how he lost his arm, everything. What he didn't expect was her to cry at his story. "You did not deserve to go through that, they did you so dirty…" she sniffled and he hugged her like his life depended on it. It kinda did.

God, if he didn't fall in love the first time they met, he was definitely in love now. "Doll, I'm here now, aren't I? All good— well, maybe not all good." And his face broke into the biggest grin ever when he heard a chuckle from her. "I'm glad you're here." Just those 4 words and Bucky vowed that he was never gonna let her go.

"I'm getting coffee, you wait here. Don't go anywhere else."

"Aye aye, Captain!" Y/N laughed and he smiled back as he entered the café. Y/N stood outside, typing away on her phone when someone suddenly grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her into the alley next to the café. She couldn't even scream, breathing was difficult with his hand around her neck.

"We finally meet, sweetheart." Oh, God, it was him. The stalker. Y/N whimpered, struggling to get out of his arms but he only tightened his hold on her. Bucky, Bucky please— Over time, Y/N had grown fond of Bucky. He still asked her to call him James, he said it felt good when she called him that. So she did.

He was so protective of her, almost like she was his girlfriend. He was also handsome; incredibly so, with his stormy blue eyes, his tall and broad figure and razor sharp jaw. His first priority was always her and it made her warm inside. She'd decided to ask him out at the end of the month, but it was looking a bit difficult now.

"Your bodyguard not with you today? What happened, lover's quarrel?" the man smirked tauntingly as Y/N's vision blurred due to lack of oxygen. She blinked back tears, crying again when he tightened his hold on her neck. "Scream all you want, sweetheart, no one's gonna hear it," he laughed.

"Try me."

The man's head whipped to the side only for Bucky's metal fist to connect with his jaw. He fell to the ground with a thud, unconscious at the first punch. Y/N slid down to her knees. Her hands went to her neck, coughing and dry heaving. "Doll? Doll, come here." Bucky felt immense guilt as he gathered her in his arms, carrying her bridal style towards his car.

He left her alone. That was the one thing he wasn't supposed to do. "James…" Y/N wheezed, curling closer to him when he tried to put her in the backseat. "Doll, you have to get in," he insisted but she shook her head. "Not without you. Please." Bucky sighed and got into the backseat, holding Y/N against his chest.

She was pretty shaken up. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He felt himself tearing up. "No… not your fault… you… coffee… I wasn't… phone…" Bucky handed her a bottle of water when she wheezed again. "Drink up, baby," he whispered as he held the bottle to her lips because she refused to let go of his sweater. After drinking some water her throat felt better.

"Don't go, please, I need you," she sobbed as she completely curled against him, wetting his sweater as she cried in his arms. "You will always have me, doll. I'm not going anywhere. Not again," he assured her as he rubbed her back, wiping his own tears away. All of a sudden, she pulled away and pressed her lips to his. "I love you."

He pulled her in for another kiss, fireworks exploding in his head at the confession. Only two weeks had passed but they were both sure about their feelings. "I love you too, doll. You're mine now, only mine," he groaned against her lips. "Only yours," she agreed, burying her face back in his shoulder as he pulled her impossibly close.

"You're not getting out of my sight ever again."

And he kept his promise.

---

"And then I— where do you think you're going?" Sam blinked as Bucky abruptly stood up, eyes trained on his wife. She gave him a smile and walked out of the room, Bucky following her out like a puppy. "To the bathroom, Sam!" Y/N called out behind her and Sam turned to the parents, blinking in confusion as they roared with laughter.

"Why does she need him there?" Sam asked "Oh, haven't you heard? Bucky hasn't broken the promise he gave Y/N 6 years ago," Mrs Y/L/N explained vaguely. "What promise?" Mr Y/L/N laughed once more. "He told her she was never getting out of sight after the incident. And well…" Y/N and Bucky returned at the exact time as Sam made a face.

"Don't you get tired of him?" Sam groaned as Bucky sat down, pulling his wife on his lap. "Oh no no, it helps that she's as much in love with him as he is with her. They do not get tired of each other," Mrs Y/L/N shook her head with a fond smile. "It helps that he's handsome and aesthetically pleasing to look at," Y/N crooned, squishing her husband's cheeks as he laughed and swatted her hands away.

"Even in the bathroom?!"

"He stands outside as a guard," she shrugged. "Damn. Y'all are weird," Sam muttered, barely catching the book Bucky threw towards him. "Not weird. Just looking out for her, like I promised," he muttered, cheeks flushing. "You do know that the threat was 6 years ago, right? Six!" Sam threw his hands up.

"What if there's a new one?" Bucky countered exasperatedly. Sam only shook his head at the couple before a smile broke out on his face. "I've never seen a couple so in love. You two are cute," he commented as laughter filled the room. No more threats, no more danger.

Just a sweet little family and their sweet little love.

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A/N: Leave a like if you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!

[hotwings0203]

I JUST SAW FIGHT CLUB AND HOOOLLYYY-

Bro could you IMAGINE FightClub!Bakugo?

Tw:noncon, language, harassment

Okay okay get this: you’re down in the basement listening to the usual men holler and punch each other around while you do your job as their cute little “accountant”. While many of them have good jobs and a real life, the actual members don’t have time or the intellect to juggle the numbers and money around as fast as you can. You’ve been coming here for a while now, and you’re used to the jeers and wolf-whistles coming your way since you’re basically one of the few or only women who dare to come down here.

But there’s one fighter who just can’t seem to take no for an answer.

Bakugo fucking Katsuki.

The man is ruthless, he’s relentless, he’s a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. You swear he’s had to have taken a shitload of steroids in his youth, otherwise how else could he have built up that much muscle? There’s no way an average gym-goer has that kinda build.

He’s always the first and the last one out in the rink, swaying back and forth with his fists up, a twisted grin on his face that was so reminiscent of a wolf before it lunges for its prey.

It usually took more than two men to pull him off the unconscious bodies that he had just beaten to a pulp, effectively breaking one of Fight Clubs Rules: get up when someone is down.

But he’s too good to let go, no one has the balls to tell him to take his money somewhere else since they’re all scared shitless of him.

Which leads him to believing that he’s practically a god down here, that he can conquer anything: including you.

No one really calls it harassment because no one really cares. What’s so wrong in a guy having a little crush? What, you came down here seeing all this testosterone but you can’t deal with it yourself? Don’t be a prudish bitch.

“Bakugo, I’m at work right now, I don’t want to.”

“C’mon toots, this ain’t even real work, you’re just fumblin’ my hard earned cash.” He grins slyly and crosses his bulging muscular arms, leaning against the doorway of the little office you’re given to work your magic.

You turn in your rickety seat and glare at him, ignoring the way he licks his lips and lets his eyes roam all over your body. “If I’m so shit at my work then go somewhere else and stop bothering me.”

He chuckles in his baritone voice and shakes his head at you. “Naw, can’t do that sweets. If I did then I’d never be able to see your pretty face again now, could I?” Bakugo leers at you and you turn your face in disgust.

“I don’t wanna go out for lunch, or ever with you. Now get out before I have to call someone in here.”

“Oh, is that so?” He uncrosses his arms and steps through the threshold, his body growing larger and more menacing as he slowly draws closer to you. Luckily a fight had broken out near the office months ago so there was no more door from the aftereffects, but that didn’t mean you felt safe even with open space.

“G-get out. I’m serious, Bakugo-“

“-Call me Katsuki, angel. And you don’t really mean that, do you? Look at you, you can barely look me in the eye when you say such mean things.” His voice drops an octave as he comes to stand in front of your seated form, towering above your wide eyes, clenched fists and trembling figure.

He leans down and you flinch and gasp as his breath ghosts over your face. He places both arms on either side of your chair so you have nowhere to look but him.

“You’re such a nice breath of fresh hair down here, through all the blood and violence. You’re like a flower...” he tucks a stray hair behind your ear and breaths out a laugh when you turn your head and squeeze your eyes shut.

“A flower, so fragile...a flower that smells so fucking good...” you feel like you can’t properly breathe as he leans in next to your ear and inhales deeply.

“A flower waiting to be deflowered herself.”

“What’s going on here?” A lanky body in the doorway appears.

Bakugo pulls back and turns his head ever so slightly towards the dude, growling under his breath at the interruption.

“We’re in the middle of something here, so you can just get the fuck ou-“

“-Well, it doesn’t really look like she’s into whatever you’re doing,” the man scoffs and takes in your pale face and shaking hands.

Bakugo stands to his fullest height, almost neck and neck with the man at the door.

“Yeah? I didn’t hear a complaint from her.” He cocks his head and stretches, allowing his muscles to ripple with each movement, something that didn’t go unseen by your much skinnier savior.

But he doesn’t back down. He only swallows and rubs the back of his neck.

“Well, we’re all being called out to put our bets in for the next match anyways, so you better come out before we get our asses kicked.”

The blond grumbles about weak men and no balls, then casts a dark look at your frozen figure before shouldering past the man at the door, almost knocking him down.

As soon as he’s out of your line of vision, you exhale and relax into your seat.

“You okay?” The fallen soldier scrambles back up and cautiously approaches you, looking over your body in a way that didn’t remind you of Bakugo undressing you with his eyes...rather, it was a protective, and worried once-over.

“Yeah, he’s just...a lot to handle sometimes. Doesn’t know when to quit.” You laugh shakily and run a hand through your hair.

“No wonder the dude’s a menace. He’s used to getting what he wants, I guess.” The man acknowledges this grimly, and for the first time you’re relieved that finally someone hasn’t turned a blind eye to your harassment.

“Are they really calling us down for bets?”

“No, I just said that to get him off your ass. Didn’t seem like you liked whatever he was doing.”

You give him a wobbly smile and he returns it.

“Sooo we should probably run before he comes back up here, right?”

“Oh most definitely,” you actually giggle before leaping out of your seat and joining the man to bound up the steps two at a time to freedom.

You both end up bonding pretty well over the weeks, even going out for coffee and lunch dates here and there. You’ve come to really like him, his shyer demeanor more than a majority of the ragtag men down in the basements, his chivalry refreshing to you amongst the blood and foul language thrown around the ring.

You feel like a woman with him, not some piece of ass like you were used to.

Bakugo noticed all this, of course. You started avidly avoiding him, ducking your head down and hiding behind your new ally before he could open his coarse mouth and stalk towards you. He couldn’t find you in your dingy office anymore either, because your savior was up in a cafe doing the calculations with you, laughing away about the latest matches.

That has to change. Effective immediately.

“Yo, newbie. How you been? Haven’t seen you fightin’ here for a while,” Bakugo claps his meaty hand on the scrawny guy’s back, nearing sending him toppling over.

“Yeah, y’know, just haven’t been feeling it lately.” He rubs the stinging feeling away from his sore shoulders and side eyes the blond suspiciously. He had seen firsthand just how bad-news of a guy he was, and he didn’t wanna get caught up in all that.

But Katsuki wasn’t just all brawn. He had some brains, too.

“Look, I know I prolly gave off a weird first impression with Y/N back then. But it’s all in good health, ‘was just messin’ around like I always do.”

“Yeah, sure...”

“How ‘bout we get some coffee or somethin’? You seem like a solid dude, plus we got shit in common to talk about.”

Like fucking around with my bitch.

“Uh, you sure? I kinda’ wanted to see the last fight,” he trails off unsuredly, scratching his jaw as Katsuki steers him away from the growing crowd.

“There’ll always be fights, man. I wanna show you that I’m a nice guy.”

Bakugo Katsuki was not a nice guy.

And everyone knew that too, which is why when some shifted to give the duo a curious glance he met them with a death glare. Any gazes locked on Katsuki’s hand wrapped around the lanky guy’s shoulders were immediately casted down.

You didn’t see your savior for a while.

It had been two weeks since he mysteriously disappeared from his usual place in the outskirts of the crowd, because unbeknownst to you, a certain fighter was keeping him away from you and convincing him to have a friendly brawl over lunch.

You only found out about it on a Friday night, when a crowd much bigger than before was gathered in the dim basement, voices hushed and whispering.

“What’s going on? Why’s everyone so quiet?” You whisper to one of the usuals.

“‘Heard Bakugo’s fighting some dude that was handpicked by himself. He somehow managed to convince the poor bastard to have some kinda’ match with him.”

You felt your heart sinking.

“Who did he pick?”

“‘Dunno, some skinny guy, a newbie I think. Hasn’t been around for too long so I guess he doesn’t know how big of a monster he’s gonna be beaten by.” The groupie shrugged, and you felt the blood drain from your face.

Without saying another word, you spun around and started running around all over the place looking for either of the two.

You end up stumbling into the men’s bathroom, desperate beyond salvation to stop this bloodbath.

He’s there, he’s at the urinal and he yelps when he hears you barge in. You avert your eyes and let his adjust himself as he sputters indignantly.

“Y/N? What’re you doing in here? This is a men’s-“

“Don’t fight him.”

“What?”

“Don’t fight Bakugo, please, he’s gonna kill you, I know he is-“

“-Calm down, what’re you so worked up about? C’mon, I would’ve thought you’d had a little bit more faith in me to be able to stand my ground.” He teases you but you don’t find it funny, on the contrary you’re terrified out of your mind for his life.

“Did he put you up to this? How could you fight him, you’ve seen what he does to the other guys in the ring!”

“Well yeah, but he knows not to go that hard on me. Actually, he’s not that bad of a guy, we’ve gotten some drinks for the past two weeks and I was wrong about him.”

You gape at him. “Wrong? You saw how he cornered me that one day!”

He shrugs, not put off by the distant memory. “The guy just came back from a fight, he still had testosterone going through him. You can’t blame him for wanting to let a bit of it out, right? You should really give him a chance y’know, he talks about you all the t-“

But you can’t hear anymore, this is madness, there’s barely 10 minutes left until they’re going to call the two down for their death match. You need to find the source of this problem firsthand.

And somehow, a little voice inside your head tells you exactly where you know he is.

You round the corner to your office and there he is in all his glory, seated like a king on your chair, leaned back with his knees spread, carelessly looking through your bank statements and bet papers.

He barely looks at you as he says, “Oh there you are, I was starting to think you’d miss the show.”

You sink to your knees.

He looks up at that.

With a tight chest and burning eyes, your dry throat barely permits you to choke out, “Bak-Katsuki, please, please don’t do this. Please don’t fight him.”

He cracks his neck and leans forward, regarding you with dark vermilion eyes. He looks your position over appreciatively before speaking.

“Why not? He’s so good and great isn’t he? I’m just trying to show you how right you were, after all. I’m sure he’s got a fair chance of beating me.”

You shake your head vigorously, knowing what he’s playing at.

“No, no, you’re better, please. I was wrong about him, I shouldn’t have been friends with him, please don’t fight him Katsuki I’ll do anything-“

“-Oh you’ll do anything I say regardless of if I beat him to a bloody pulp or not. You wanna know why?”

You can barely contain a whimper as he stands and walks over right in front of you, his bulging crotch mere inches away from your face.

He suddenly grabs your hair and you cry out before he yanks your head up to meet his cold eyes.

“Because no one in here is gonna say shit to me. I run things here, toots. And if you want your little boy toy to live through today, you’re gonna watch every blow I give to him, and you’re gonna kiss the fucking knuckles I beat his face with. Got that?”

You sob as he grinds his clothed erection against your tear-streaked face, sniffling when he moans loudly and bucks into your open mouth.

A loud knock on the bare hinges stops Bakugo from pulling the front of his shorts down.

You both turn your heads and see a red-faced side-liner looking down and mumbling something about the match starting.

“‘Be there in a minute. Tell the guys to give my girl here a special front-row seat to this match, she’s gonna wanna see her man win, after all.”

The runner scampers off, leaving you both alone.

He bares his teeth down at you and you cower under his painful hold, the roots of your hair ripping from their strands.

He eventually tosses your head to the side after a few seconds of staring you down, and the second he does you clutch your sore cranium.

“I better see you down there in a minute sweet thing. You gotta get used to it anyways, since you’re gonna be getting accustomed to my rituals before and after matches.”

[violettelueur]

RYŌMEN SUKUNA || HIS LITTLE SONGBIRD

| featuring : ryōmen sukuna ft. itadori yuji and fushiguro megumi from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors and light mention of alcohol  

| form : imagine (with she/her pronouns)

| word count : 2411

| published : 02 december

| request : I just finished reading Sukuna with so who good at singing and I love it❤️ After reading this, it makes me think of another possibility for reincarnation au. What if the so got reincarnated but instead of Sukuna actually met them in person, he found out that the so is now a famous singer, so their songs can be heard all over japan. Itadori went a store and their song was played which Sukuna realized it was his little song bird’s voice

| barista’s notes : hi hi guys~ sorry for the really late update today and that is because i fell asleep the second i got back home from school ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ classic barista violettelueur and what makes it lowkey worst is that it’s 2:20 am right now.....for a little information that might be helpful while reading this, i was listen to BLACKPINK - Don’t know what to do (JP Ver.) while writing this, so that is going to get a little mention on this imagine ʕ·ᴥ·　ʔ other than that, i hope you enjoy you cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) have a wonderday day and please come back soon!

The sounds of the strings being plucked to construct a beautiful melody filled the spring air with its euphoric sound as the pale pink cherry blossom petals graceful fell from its branches giving a beautiful sight to behold, while the crowds of men in the garden celebrated with red sake plates in hand that was filled to the brim with the sweet alcohol that was being consumed in a rapid rate.

However, as much as the King of Curses wanted to disrupt the little gather for his own sadistic pleasure, the melody that was playing in the air captivated him to pause his wicked thoughts and desires and demanded him to appreciate the music the was being created by the lone female that was at the centre of the ocean of men - who were laughing drunkenly while some observed her from afar.

The lone female on her knees, while her eyes were set on the musical tool that was set in front of her, was delicately but masterfully plucking the thin transparent stings to create a tune that no other person within the gardens could recreate - not even the other talented musicians that were also present within the large garden. Eyeing the beauty that was charming almost everyone within her presence, the King of Curses slyly came closer (but out of sight) to gain a closer look at what was going on.

“Who is she?”

“She’s the only daughter from the prominent L/N family, they’re are known for their musical talents and from the rumours, that is certainly no lie,”

“Is she married? I can imagine having her playing for me every day with that beautiful melody,”

However, before one of the males of court nobility could even answer the question, an elegant but powerful voice echoed throughout the garden causing everyone to swiftly turn to the direction of the angelic voice, only to suddenly find that it was that lone female in the middle of the garden singing with the alluring tone that she had created herself - leaving everyone in a trance to the grace that was beautifully presented to them.

“I need to make her my wife,”

“I’m afraid that is easier said than done, my lord. From what has been going around, she has refused all of the men that have proposed their hand in marriage, there isn’t a reason that is known for this that can answer everyone’s confusion,”

“What do I need to give her? Money! Power! I have plenty of that,”

“She has rejected all of the noblemen that have come her way, no riches could ever convince her and I’m surprised that her family also agree to her antics”

Listening from a distance, Sukuna couldn’t help but become intrigued by what was being said. Many women in this time would have jumped on the chance to marry someone from a higher status let alone be married off quickly, yet here you were singing and playing like you have all the time in the world with no worries or fears that could distract you. You were at peace, while he was the destruction.

Somewhat still in a trace, it was suddenly cut off once the final string was pulled causing there to be absolute silence to fill the space leaving only the wind to cover the lack of sound before a loud parade of claps were heard as the emperor - who hosted the party - stood up with pride written all over his face. Standing up from your position, you have a light smile before bowing to show your gratitude to being allowed to play in such a prestigious event as you then made your way to the other musicians to pass them on for the next performance.

“Y/N! That was amazing, you never disappoint,”

“I have no idea what you saying, I messed up on the second to last note when I hit the wrong string, ha what am I doing to do? That is going to extremely bother me for the time being,”

“Stop being such a perfectionist! None of the sorcerers, noblemen and emperor knows that, so you’re fine,”

“Thank you and shouldn’t you really go, is it not your turn?”

“Oh! My apologies, I’ll meet up with you later,”

With your friend running off to continue with musical performance, you stood in your spot as you watched her go further into the distance leaving you to soak in the sunray that was gently providing a warm glow to your complexion as the deep purple of your kimono also brightened up leaving it somewhat of a lavender shade. Taking a deep sigh, you looking up to admire the cherry blossoms that were in bloom, only to see a figure settled on one of the branches with his ruby eyes set upon you, even though the man was hidden very skilfully within the plethora of petals you could sense him from a while away, but before you could even voice out your confusion.

“Ah, there she is! Miss L/N,”

Displaying a face of irritation on the rude disturbance - leaving Sukuna to display a face of amusement instead - you turned around to find two men standing in front of you with one that seemed to be of younger age compared to his counterpart making you come to the realisation that it was a son and father - leaving you to mentally groan in annoyance as you instantly knew where this little conversation was going.

“I want you to met my son, he is -”

“I’m sorry, but I am not interested in his hand in marriage nor his companionship” you immediately interrupted the noblemen, causing both of the men to look at you in complete shock as they didn’t expect you to figure out their intentions so soon after only a few words exchanged.

“But my dear, this is an amazing opportunity for you to-”

“Become someone with a higher nobility? Don’t make me laugh, I rather become a peasant then spend the eternity of my life bound to you,”

“What is it that you desire for your hand? Wealth? Power? Prestige? You name what you desire and we will provide!”

“I’m afraid that what I desire is impossible for you to provide me, my apologies”

“What is it that you want, woman?! Who doesn’t want what I can give you within an instinct?” the son soon erupted in anger at this rejection, still in utter confusion on why you were so adamant on not wanting to wed him.

“Entertainment? Can you provide that? You see, you noblemen always offer what you have already stated to me and that may sound very enticing to another but, you all are so boring,”

The two noblemen looked at you with astoundment in their eyes as well as Sukuna, who was cunningly listening from above on where you found him - the King of Curses didn’t want to confess this to himself but he was confused on what you trying to demonstrate here with you little speech.

“You are so so boring, you men expect me to play and sing for you every single day like a bird in a cage, yet I get no entertainment in return from you? Isn’t that quite unfair? You have no talent yet you want to be greedy, what ridiculous idea is that? It’s almost laughable in my opinion,”

Sukuna almost burst out laughing from what you artfully expressed to the two men that were in front of you as he also could relate to what you were saying. The sorcerers that he had fought and killed with his bare hands were all boring with no hint of excitement from any of the battles he had faced and here you were expressing the same distaste - they were boring. All of them.

‘Well, well little songbird, I got your attention, now you have mine,’

                                        ꕥ

“Sukuna?” you called out in a hushed surprised tone, as you unexpectedly found him sitting comfortably on the wooden corridor outside your room. Even since that little encounter back at the garden party, you have been seeing the special grade curse looming about here and there within your personal space, causing you to one day to finally acknowledge his presence that was constantly around you, only leading up where you both were now.

The excitement of these secret meetings that you both had late at night was the entertainment that you were looking for. The excitement of being so secretive with the man you desired to love but couldn’t to the outer world was the entertainment that no nobleman would ever provide you. It was the fact that this romantic link between you and Sukuna was forbidden that excited the both of you. This was the entertainment that you both desire.

“Hello, my little songbird,” Sukuna greeted you with a smirk before gently grabbing your hand to pull you down to his height - well more rather below his height - to meet eye to eye with you. “Didn’t you miss me?” he then teasingly asked, causing you to look away in a bashful expression because you knew that he knew what your answer was going to be. However, pushing your pride aside, you slowly wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into an embrace which then led him to place a hand on the back of your neck, holding you in place as he savoured the warmth that you were providing him.

“Where have you been? I was worried,” you stated to him, and even though it was a laughable comment to him since what was the point in worrying about him, he couldn’t help but appreciate the foreign concern that you had for him - it truly warmed his heart that you were here with him. “I was busy, now why don’t you sing for me, my little songbird, I do miss the sound of your sweet voice,” he declared to you before placing a few light open mouth kisses on your neck leading you to let out a soft moan of pleasure which seemed to put a smile on the curse’s face.

“What would you like for me to sing to you then?” You asked as you used your hand to gently run your hand through his hair which caused Sukuna to become relaxed and lower his guard within your embrace - the only time he allowed himself to do so and the only person that was allowed to see him in this state.

“Anything. Anything that you sing for me is enough”

To be held in your arms was what Sukuna always wanted and desired every day of his life, to hear your voice was something that made him forget about the world just like back at the garden party and the elegance that you embodied while playing the Koto was something he could never get out of his mind. You were his safe haven. His little songbird. However, that was 1000 years ago.

                                          ꕥ

Residing within his vessel, Sukuna began to wonder what could have caused him to start to reminisce about the past when clearly he couldn’t do anything to bring you back with him. You were gone. You have passed. There was nothing he could do even as a powerful curse himself to bring your back onto his arms and let you sing to him.

However, what could make do for now was the song that was annoyingly playing within the music store that his vessel - Itadori Yuji - decided to visit as it seemed like he was interested in what was new with his friend Fushiguro Megumi. Slowly, the King of Curses could hear the music beginning to fade, indicating that it was the end of it before another quickly began to play to replace the ending song.

Unlike the other song, this one was softer in tune with something being strummed in the background - just like how you would strum the strings of the Koto when he would ask you to play it for him to admire - to which was then sung on top with a female voice. Disinterested, Sukuna began to dissociate himself with the song that was now playing until another voice came in with the song, suddenly leaving him in a trance like the one he was back 1000 years ago at that garden party.

Sitting up from his position, he intensively listened closer making sure that his ears didn’t deceive him from what he thought he heard.

“Oi brat! Who is singing that song?”

“Ha? What do you want now?” his vessel replied, surprised and annoyed at the sudden appearance of the curse that was inside him. 

“What does Sukuna want now?” Fushiguro asked, slightly worried about what was happening and what could happen at this moment and time since they were in a public place filled with people.

“Answer the question before I rip your heart out again,” Sukuna threatened, slowing becoming impatient and desperate for an answer leaving Itadori no choice but for once cooperate with the special grade curse.

“From what I believe, it’s a group song called ‘Don’t know what to do’, I believe there are five girls within that group,” Itadori explained before he quickly stopped within his track to see a screen playing a stage performance of the exact same song being played in the store. “Yeah! There is the group, they are really well known in Japan since they’re are touring there, I think the youngest is the same age as me and Fushiguro” to which he pointed at a girl that he was explaining about.

Looking at the scene through Itadori’s eyes, Sukuna began to observe each and every single girl that was dancing on the stage before he paused his view on a certain girl that Itadori pointed, who was dressed in a white off the shoulder crop top that was long-sleeved with a white skirt paired with white trainers that matched with the rest of the girls within the group.

“Little songbird?” he quietly muttered, not believing what was presented in front of him at this current moment in time.

There was no doubt about it, that was you on the screen singing and dancing to a song that he slowly began to love once he heard your voice. You truly looked angelic as you gracefully danced across the stage somehow managing to maintain a stable singing voice that never disappointed him. You were back.

His little songbird.

[mayans-sauce]

Gemma’s Daughter (1/?)

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Cursing, angst, yelling, cheating, heartbreak, physical fight

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This was the third time Angel’s phone went straight to voicemail. It was the middle of the night, and he said he would be home 3 hours ago for his and your movie night which at the end of it, you would share some thrilling life-changing news. You were worried sick about him not returning your calls, worried that something serious had happened. What if he was hurt? Or worse, dead? You decided to shoot him a text; maybe he was doing something important, making it so he couldn’t pick up right now.

📲 Angel😇

Baby, where are you? I’m worried! Please just let me know if you’re safe ok? I have something exciting to tell you. Love you❤️

You texted some of the other guys. None of them had heard anything from him. They told you not to worry. He was probably caught up with something and would turn up eventually. Luckily your brother Jax picked up when you called. You asked him for some guidance on if you should sound the alarm or wait until Angel gave off noise. Since he was in the same life as your husband, you figured he would know what’s best. He told you better to wait. That he was most likely dealing with something that had taken his full attention. If he didn’t turn up tomorrow, Jackson said he would take the drive over to help you look for him. You were so thankful for your big brother. He was always there to help you whenever he could. To protect and love you.

You refused to go to sleep before he came home or before he called you, so you knew he was safe and sound. Some movie was playing on the TV that you didn’t pay much attention to. The battle between you and your eyelids was still going strong. All of a sudden, you were woken up from your zombie state by the front door opening and closing. Footsteps that belonged to no other than Angel made their way into the dim-lit living room.

“Angel!” His movements were sort of clumsy. A sign that he had been drinking. You came to stand at his side. Holding him up by his forearm as it looked like he was going to faint face down ass up on the floor any second. Your nose scrunched up at the strong smell of the alcohol on him. “Angel, I was worried sick! Where were you?” “I was out with my brother.” His words had a pinch of sluggishness in them as he spoke. “We were supposed to have our movie night! We haven’t seen each other all week, and this was going to be our evening together.”

“Ugh,” he tugged himself out of your grasp, which took you by surprise. “Why are you so bossy all the time? I’m a grown man. I can take care of myself.” His words started to sting a little, but you didn’t think that much of it. He was shitfaced drunk, and he wasn’t his usual self. “Angel I-“ “No, you listen here, I’m sick and tired of you always going; oh Angel this oh Angel that,” he tried to mimic your voice but failed miserably, “like shut up. Shut the fuck up for one goddamn second in your life and stop being so fucking clingy.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing from him. The tears in your eyes started to build up as you held two protective hands over your stomach. Your mouth was slightly agape in disbelief. “A-Angel ple-please-“ “No, I don’t fucking care right now. I’m leaving.” And just like that, he turned around and walked out. The force of the door slamming shut shook the whole house as you were left with an emptiness inside you.

The tears ran down your cheeks like it was pouring rain outside. Your body trembled at the anxiety and stress you were feeling at what just happened. You looked down at where your hands were laid over your stomach. “I-I’m so sorry li-little bean. I’m so so-sorry, my sweetheart.”

In the morning, you woke up in the worst state you have ever been in. The same clothes as yesterday were still on you. The pounding in your head wouldn’t seem to stop. Your eyes raw from crying, and your throat felt like rough sandpaper. Wrapping the blanket around yourself, you padded down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As you stared out the kitchen window, you saw your neighbor playing with their kids, which started the production of tears again.

A gasp left you of the sound from the front door opening and Angel’s voice calling for you. You met him in the living room—both of you staring at each other without saying a word. You should be mad at him, shouldn’t you? To scream at him for saying those hurtful things? But for some reason, your heart wouldn’t allow you to do so. You were just relieved that he had come home.

Angel was the first one to break the awkward silence. “Please… sit,” he pointed towards the sofa. You sat at one end while he took his place at the other. His face was in his hands. It looked like he had something to share with you. “Angel… what is it?” Your voice was nothing but a whisper. His eyes locked with yours and his heart broke when he saw what mess he had left you in. “I’m sorry for how I acted. Yelling at you like that…saying things that aren’t true… it’s not what you deserve. I don’t know what came over me and… I have something I need to tell you.” He looked up to you as tears welled up in his eyes. You gave him a slight nod, a sign that he could go ahead with whatever it was.

“When I left in the night, I was supposed to go over to pop's house to sleep. I didn’t take the bike because I was too shitfaced to drive, so I went on foot hoping that it would sober me up… and... I just kept walking and walking until I found myself… not at Felipe’s.” He peeked up to you from where he was looking down at the floor just a moment ago. His heart broke into microscopic pieces when he saw on your face that you knew where his story was most likely going. As much as he didn’t want to finish, he had to. He had to come clean and straight with you. You deserved that much.

“I found myself at Adelita’s place… and… we hooked up.” The silence after he said that was hefty and long. Once again, he was the one to break it. “Querida… it’s the biggest fucking mistake I have ever made in my fucking life. I don’t know what the fuck came over me to do something like that to you… to us.”

He tried to get a hold of your hand, but you pulled away in disgust. You didn’t want him to touch you after he had been feeling all up on her in the night while you were home alone crying yourself to sleep. You had no words, none. Your mouth was opening and closing, but nothing seemed to escape it. “Please say something.” “Where is she?” “I don’t see ho-“ “Goddammit Angel, just tell me where the fuck she is!” The scream you let out startled him. “Sh-she’s at the clubhouse… there was some emergency that needed to be taken care of, and it couldn’t wait till later.”

At lightning speed, you had grabbed the car keys and were out the door. Angel registered what the fuck was going on when he heard the engine's roar from the car. He was quick to his feet and on his bike to try and catch up before you did anything stupid.

Not thinking straight, you barge through the Templo doors to be met with Adelita and the rest of the MC standing over a map planning something. “Sweetheart, you aren’t supposed to be here,” Bishop said with a stern manner. You didn’t hear him. You didn’t care that you weren’t supposed to be in the room. All you could think about was the rage filling you up as she stood there gloating at you. A smug look on her face that you knew where your man had been last night, all cozy and tangled up together in her sheets.

She didn’t expect you to jump her and start beating the shit out of her; she knew you weren’t that type of girl, so it startled her when you did. That’s when Angel walked in out of breath and saw the scene in front of him that had him stand dead in his tracks as he watched. Your hands punched and scratched as you screamed, "I'm the mother of his child, not you bitch! Don’t ever touch him again!” You didn’t register what you said, and now everyone knew. She tried to fight back, but you were much more powerful than her.

It took the guys a few moments to pull you off as they were in sheer shock at what was going on in front of them. You were usually a shy and sweet girl that wouldn’t even hurt a fly. They were surprised that you so quickly took her down. Once pulled off, Taza escorted Adelita out since it was time for her to leave. “How in the fuck did you do that?” They almost said in unison. "Jax may be my brother, but my mother is Gemma, and you definitely don’t want to fuck with us.” You knew your mother would be proud of you for standing up for yourself and for putting that bitch in her place.

“Wait… you’re pregnant.” “Yes, Angel, I’m fucking pregnant, and you’ve just fucked up our whole relationship, our future.” The tears that were threatening to spill were managed to be put under control by your choice of not showing any of them how you truly felt, sad, empty, alone, and betrayed by Angel’s choices of thinking with his dick and not his fucking brain.

You were about to storm out when he grabbed you by the forearm. “Wait, please… we can fix this! Please let me fix this dulce.” “No, Angel,” you twisted your arm to get loose of his grip; the touch of him made you cringe, “the damage has already been done. I can’t fucking stand to look at you. Not now. I’m going home… I’m going home to Charming for a while.” And with that, you left Angel there to mend his broken pieces at losing the two of you…

To Be Continued

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All About The Chase - F.W.

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Y/N will do anything for her best friend—and crush—Fred Weasley. Even if that means fake dating him so he can catch the eye of her cousin.

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Light swearing, one allusion to sex (blink and you’ll miss it), brief mention of intoxication (again, blink and you’ll miss it), super mean awful cousin, food, a little angsty with a happy ending, 

A/N: For the anon who asked for Fred fake dating his friend to make her relative jealous! I decided to make her the twins age, and I may have went a little overboard with the cousin rivalry, but oh well. Thank you for feeding into my love of cliches! Also, I played around with using third person rather than second, it just felt right for this one. Pictures are from Pinterest.

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When Y/N was six years old, her parents—well, Santa—got her the most amazing art set. She had always liked to draw, and now she had an array of more colors than she could even really name. When her family was set to head to her Aunt’s house for Christmas dinner, she packed up all of her new markers, a stack of fresh paper, and a few of her drawings she was most proud of to show off.

The night had started wonderfully. She got a few more gifts from her grandparents, a beautiful doll from her aunt and uncle, and enough sweets and candy to last her months. When it was time to finally eat, Y/N left all of her new toys and her cherished art set in her relatives’ living room. Y/N doesn’t remember much about the dinner—why should she? It was a decade prior—but what she does remember vividly is the excitement that bubbled up in her tiny body when her mother suggested she go grab some of her artwork to show off.

Y/N slid out of her chair and raced into the living room. Only when she got there did she find all of her finished art completely destroyed, covered in scribbles from her new markers. Her brows had furrowed and her eyes welled with tears, and that’s when she heard it. The sinister little cackle of her cousin, Annalise. Y/N turned on her heels and saw the girl, uncapped marker in hand, looking at her as if she was the most pitiful thing in the world.

Y/N returned to dinner empty handed, claiming she had forgotten the drawings at home—even though her parents were certain she hadn’t. Annalise returned with an innocent smile and a portrait of their Nan in hand—one Y/N was certain she just made with her markers—and all of the adults cooed and awed at the small girl’s talent.

A few years later, Y/N was set to star in their primary school’s theater production. Looking back, she now recognized that her landing that part had little to do with any real talents she had, and more to do with how adults always seemed to fawn over her. She was always revered as ‘just the cutest little thing!’ Which evidently preceded talent at the ripe age of eight.

Right before she was set to go on stage and deliver her three lines (that’s all a star can really handle so young, right?), she found her angel wings shredded and her halo headband bent in half. The teacher didn’t have any time to fix her costume, so in a fluster she threw out her part all together, and sent Y/N to stand with the rest of the year 3 ensemble. It didn’t take long for Y/N to catch Annalise’s eye amongst the other students, only she was smirking. Y/N had to force her eyes back out onto the crowd and desperately search for her parents to keep herself from bawling on the spot.

As if things couldn’t get any worse between the pair of cousins, when Y/N was ten, her and her parents were astonished to find a letter tucked into their usual mail, accepting her into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The letter gave an answer to the many strange things Y/N had been able to make happen with her emotions alone, and her chest swelled with pride to learn just how special she truly was. Not to mention, this was finally her opportunity to escape Annalise once and for all.

Until, it wasn’t. Y/N didn’t know that Annalise was a witch as well until the two families spotted each other on the platform, preparing to send both of their daughters off. Neither parents had revealed the truths of their daughters abilities to the other prior, because they knew it must be kept with the upmost secrecy. Y/N’s parents and Annalise’s parents were overjoyed to know their little girls wouldn’t be all alone, and they had someone to share their apprehensions with. Y/N and Annalise were far less enthused by the news.

A little over five years later, Y/N sat in the Gryffindor Common room, rifling through beginning of the year work that had already been assigned. In the half-decade since she’d started at Hogwarts, she had managed to avoid Annalise as best she could. It turned out to be somewhat easy, seeing as they were sorted into different house. Still, whenever Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were forced into classes together, Y/N couldn’t help but feel dread pooling in her stomach. Annalise was always sure to make those classes a living hell for her.

Y/N’s attention was pulled from her work from the sound of a small group of people bounding into the common room. She glanced back over the couch, only to see her best friends—Fred and George—laughing and pushing each other around.

“She totally wants me!” Fred argued, a cocky grin alit on his face.

“Oh, please, she hates your guts, mate.” George teased back.

Fred looked as if he were about to respond, until his eyes met Y/N’s across the room. A more genuine smile found its way onto his face as he tugged his brother towards the couch, then plopped down next to her. George then took a seat in one of the chairs across from them. Y/N neatly gathered her work into a pile, knowing for certain there was no way she would make any progress with them around.

“Y/N, will you please tell my dear brother that your cousin is absolutely mad for me, she just has a different way of showing it?” Fred threw his arm lazily around the back of the couch, right behind her, as he looked at her expectantly.

Y/N couldn’t help the sour mood that the conversation immediately put her in. There was two reasons for this; one, the most obvious, any topic that involved Annalise always brought her down. She couldn’t help it, and she tried not to hate the girl, but everything about her was draining. The second reason was that Y/N was absolutely head over heels for Fred. She had been ever since he pranked Graham Montague for making her cry in third year. The idea of Fred and Annalise together was truly the epitome of her worst nightmare.

“I don’t know, she might really just hate you.” Y/N shrugged, doing her best to keep her voice even and her face straight. Her words caused Fred to scowl and George to erupt into fits of laughter.

“Oh come on, not you too!” Fred whined as he threw his head back. 

“What do you even see in her anyways?” Y/N wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer to the question, but she couldn’t help but ask it. 

“Well, she’s quite fit.” This answer earned a swift slap to the arm from Y/N, which only made Fred snicker. “And!” He continued, persistent to point out that looks weren’t all he cared about. “She’s feisty, and smart. And, she acts completely not interested in me.”

“So that’s why you like her?” Y/N snorted.

“Ah, dearest Y/N, one day you’ll learn that it’s all about the chase.” Fred began to twiddle some of her hair between his fingers.

“There’s plenty of girls who aren’t interested in you! You could ‘chase’ any of them.” Y/N reasoned, batting his hand away.

“You’ve got that right.” George snorted, causing his brother to shoot him a glare.

“Well, even if that were true, I’ve got my sights set on her.” Fred shrugged.

“Well, if you really want Annalise to go out with you, you should just date me.” Y/N teased as she sat forward, beginning to pluck through her papers once again. When no one laughed or responded, she quickly shot her eyes up. “I’m only kidding.”

“No, no that could work.” Fred sat up abruptly and pointed a finger towards her. “Y/N, you’re a genius!”

“I’m really not.” Y/N shook her head quickly. “That might breach the list of dumbest things I’ve ever said.”

“Yeah, right, don’t forget we’ve been around you drunk, Y/L/N. That doesn’t even make the top ten.” George grinned at her, but her nerves kept her from even smiling at his little joke.

Y/N was growing desperate now, because neither of the twins were brushing off her silly joke. Fred was looking at her as if she just handed him the key to solve all of his problems, and George was doing nothing to tame his brother. Y/N glanced expectantly between the two of them as she drew her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Come on, what better way to make her jealous than to see me dating her cousin?”

Y/N had mentioned on occasion the way that Annalise always had to ruin everything for her as a child, but never in full detail. Some part of her knew if she had just been transparent about how truly awful the girl had treated her, Fred would never give Annalise a second glance. But now, he thought they were nothing more than cousins with a small childhood rivalry, and for that he could justify going after her.

“Please, Y/N,” Fred got down on his knees in front of her, dawning his best puppy dog eyes, and put his hands in a pleading gesture. “Be my fake girlfriend for a month—two, tops.”

Y/N chewed harder on her bottom lip as she gazed at him, already feeling her reluctance slipping away. She could never say no to him, especially when he looked so adorable. Y/n breathed out a sigh and dropped her head to look at her folded hands in her lap. All thoughts of self preservation and protecting her heart went out the door; she knew she would say yes to him.

“Fine.” Her voice was quiet, so much so that it took Fred a second to make sure he had heard her properly. 

“Really? Just like that? I was about to start bribing you with sugar quills and a month of Herbology homework—”

“Well, if you’re offering—”

“Nope, too late. You agreed before I had to.” Fred grinned at the girl before swooping in and placing a kiss on her cheek. “Now, let’s set up some ground rules.”

Fred began to drone on about what they would and wouldn’t do. Things like holding hands in the corridors, sitting close at meals, kisses on the cheeks and forehead. Which pet names they would and wouldn’t use. Number one, though, was no kissing on the lips. 

Y/N only listened halfheartedly as Fred rambled on, offering a slight head nod ever now and then to show she was in agreement. As Y/N thought over just what she had gotten herself into, she realized the next few weeks were going to be awful.

-

It didn’t take long for rumors of Fred and Y/N’s budding romance to swirl. She often found herself walking hand in hand with him through the corridors, light whispers trailing behind them. Often times, people she had hardly ever spoken to would come up to her and gush about how they always just knew Fred and her would be perfect together. Y/N would always politely smile, then wonder if they could hear her heartbreaking as loudly as she could.

To make matters worse, Fred was the perfect ‘boyfriend.’ Just as she always assumed he would be. He’d carry her books in one arm, swing their intertwined hands with the other, and walk her to each of her classes. At night, he’d sit with her in the library while she poured over her notes for the day—even though she knew he wanted nothing more than to be out pranking with George and Lee. She adored all of the extra time they were getting to spend together, until she’d remember that it was only temporary, and if he were lucky, he’d be doing all of these things with Annalise in a month.

It wasn’t until about three weeks into their agreement that Annalise approached her. Fred had walked her to potions that day, like he always did. He was making her laugh loudly, not caring at all about the many eyes upon them.

“It’s a wonder your mum didn’t ship you and George off when you were toddlers,” Y/n snorted. “It sounds like you two were menaces.”

“Oh, we were.” Fred nodded, a small grin on his face. “But I reckon we were the cutest babies she had so far, so she kept us around.”

Y/N snorted and rolled her eyes before nudging him lightly with her shoulder. They had finally made it to the potions classroom, so it was time for them to part. Fred handed her back her books and dropped her hand, but didn’t walk away until he had placed a soft kiss to her temple.

“Meet you outside of here after to walk to lunch?” He confirmed, but there was no need. It was the routine they had fallen into.

“Mhm.” Y/N gazed up at him, unable to contain the giddy smile on her lips. With that, he turned and began walking down the hallway, but not before shooting her a wink over his shoulder.

Y/N watched his retreating figure, a lovesick grin plastered to her face. Just when she had pulled herself from her daydreams and was about to enter the classroom, she ran hard into a firmly planted body.

“So, you and Weasley are pretty serious then, huh?” Annalise stood with her hands on her hips, a look that read as both disgust and amusement riddled on her face.

“Yeah, you could say that.” Y/N quickly recovered, hugging her books closer to her chest. This year, she had more classes with Annalise than any year prior, seeing as they both received a significant amount of O.W.L.s.

“Hm.” Annalise’s eyes trailed down the hallway where Fred had once been, before letting them snap back to Y/N. “Don’t know how you managed that.”

Y/N felt her blood run cold, but couldn’t find the energy within her to talk any further. So, she simply brushed past Annalise and into the classroom, ignoring the scoff that left Annalise’s lips when she pushed her out of the way. Y/N found her usual seat in the back and trained her eyes ahead, careful to keep her expression calm. That was, until Annalise slid into the seat next to her.

“What are you doing?” Y/N gaped at her. It wasn’t like they had assigned seats, but Y/N had always sat next to Patricia Stimpson. The girl was constantly fussing and nervous, always afraid to make a wrong move, but she certainly wasn’t the worst person Y/N could be stuck with.

“Asked Stimpson to trade seats.” Annalise shrugged nonchalantly, before a wicked grin grew on her face. “Figured we could get some good, cousin, bonding time.”

Y/N wanted to groan, but then Snape was gliding into the room and silencing everyone. She was certain this would be the longest lecture of her life.

-

When the class ended, Y/N didn’t wait for Fred outside. Instead, she had pushed up from her seat and hurried through the corridors, skipping lunch entirely to go wallow in her dorm room. Annalise had made the lecture a living hell, whether it be from snide comments she’d whisper over or by purposefully ruining their potion, then blaming it on Y/N. Internally, she cursed Fred—although it wasn’t really his fault—for putting her in the position to be in Annalise’s line of fire once again.

Y/N ended up avoiding Fred the rest of the day, scurrying between classes before he could find her. When she was finally done for the day, she wanted nothing more than to hide out in her dorm and cry. That’s exactly what she had started doing, too, before her door creeped open.

Y/N held her breath, assuming it was either Angelina or Alicia coming back before dinner. But, when her mattress dipped slightly from the weight of someone sitting down, she quickly spun around, coming face to face with Fred.

“Darling,” He cooed. It was a nickname he had taken to calling her ever since they started ‘dating,’ although no one was around now, and he was still using it. “What’s wrong? Have you been crying?”

“How’d you get in here?” Y/N croaked, avoiding his question entirely.

“Figured out how to get past the charm ages ago.” Fred rested a gentle hand on her knee. “Then, Ang gave me her key. Said she saw you run up her. So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong? And why’ve you been avoiding me all day?”

At that, Y/N lost it once again. Tears began streaming down her face freely, and she quickly sat up and accepted Fred’s opened arms. He raked his fingers through her messy hair and let her cry on his shoulder, gently soothing her to a place where she’d be able to speak.

“It’s just…” It was on the tip of her tongue. Y/N wanted desperately to tell him the truth about how awful Annalise truly was. But, just like when she was younger and never ratted Annalise out, she just couldn’t now. She didn’t know why it was, but it always felt like if she spoke the words out loud, then Annalise had won. “I’ve just had an awful day.”

“Snape will do that to you.” Fred tutted, clearly assuming her change in behavior post-potions was brought on by the professor. “I’m sorry, love.”

Y/N sniffled a few more times into his shoulder, wishing desperately that he was holding her in a way that wasn’t platonic. She craved nothing more than for him to want her like she’d always wanted him. But that seemed to be just a fantasy. The muggle fairytales she had been told growing up weren’t real, and the wicked witch was winning.

“Why don’t we go for a walk, get some fresh air?” Fred pulled back to look over her face, concern filled in his eyes. 

“But, you’re missing dinner…” 

“Eh, the house elves love me. I’ll just sneak down to the kitchens and grab something later.” Fred shrugged, a small smile now growing on his face. “You and me, we can make a whole night of it. I’ll sneak some snacks up and we can watch one of those old muggle movies you love so much.”

While Y/N was far from being completely okay, the tenderness he was exhibiting towards her made her heart swell. She knew he had plans with George and Lee that night, some big prank on a few Slytherins, but here he was, throwing it all away for her. He gently reached out and cupped her cheek, brushing a few stray tears away with his thumb. Y/N avoided his eyes, afraid that they would communicate all of the non-platonic love she felt for him, then nodded.

“Perfect.” Fred grinned before jumping up and extended his hand out to her. “Well, let’s go.”

Fred guided her the whole way out of the castle, keeping her close as they walked through the grounds. The autumn air was cool, and at the very second that Y/N shivered, Fred was wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his side. 

They walked around and talked for a little over an hour, giddy smiles on their faces all the while. Fred made her laugh so hard she abandoned all thoughts of Annalise, her mind completely filled with the tall red head beside her. He just had this way about him that could make anything that was possibly wrong seem miniscule. He reminded her of everything good in the world.

Once the sun was fully down and the temperature had dropped significantly, the two could no longer justify being outside in the cold. Fred made a show of wrapping her hands in his own, rubbing them together to bring her some warmth, before guiding her back to the castle.

They parted ways shortly, just so Fred could sneak into the kitchens and Y/N could get the movie set up in the common room. She laid out a few blankets and pillows then pushed the couch back a bit, thankful that it was a Wednesday night and most students seemed to have already gone to bed. When Fred returned, he handed Y/N a plate of food then sat down cross-legged beside her, balancing his own plate in his lap.

Y/N started the movie and dug into her food, giggling lightly at Fred’s ravenous way of eating. He had certainly been hungry earlier, but she needed him, so evidently he pushed his hunger aside. When their plates were finished, they stacked them neatly on the table behind them, before completely turning their attention to the movie.

“Okay, wait, who’s the green girl again?” Fred questioned as he pointed towards the screen, brows furrowed.

“If you would pay attention, you would know.” Y/N giggled. “She’s the Wicked Witch of The West.”

“She’s supposed to be a witch?” Fred crinkled up his nose, confusion clear on his face. “I don’t know any green witches.”

“It’s a muggle movie, Fred.” Y/N lightly rolled her eyes.

“And who’s she?”

“Glinda, the good witch.”

“Okay, I definitely know witches don’t dress like that.” Fred teased, eyeing the woman on the screen’s frilly pink dress

“Maybe I should start.” Y/N giggled, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders. “Think I could pull it off?”

“Darling, you’d look beautiful in anything.” Fred winked at her, causing her face to heat up. Some part of her knew it was nothing more than harmless joking, but she couldn’t help the way he lit something alive within her. 

“Ya think?” Y/N scooted a bit closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder so he couldn’t see her giddy smile.

“I know.” His voice was soft, and the two of them remained quiet for the next few scenes of the movie.

At some point, the two of them had shifted to lay down in order to get more comfortable on the floor. Fred was laying on his back with one hand behind his head, the other resting idly in between them. Y/N was sprawled out on her stomach, her face down by his feet. Every little bit her eyes would light up and she’d glance back to tell him that her favorite part was coming up, only for him to realize that every part seemed to be her favorite part. Still, he never pointed that out, but instead just smiled fondly at her and nodded.

“Ugh.” Y/N grimaced, a slight shiver running down her spine. “Those monkeys always terrified me when I was little.”

“Oh yeah?” Fred sat up now, leaning closer to her. “You scared now?”

“Psh, no.” Y/N rolled her eyes and glanced back over at him, only to find him slowly inching towards her. She pointed a finger out warningly. “Fred, don’t.”

It was no use, Fred’s hands latched themselves to her sides and began tickling her feverishly. Y/N squealed and tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but it was no use. In the process, she had flipped over onto her back and was now kicking her legs out, trying to get him to stop, but that only egged him on further.

“You sure you’re not scared, Y/L/N?” Fred teased. “I could comfort you, if you were.”

“Freddie! Stop!” Y/N breathed out, tears beginning to pool in her eyes from her laughter.

Y/N now had the front of his jumper balled in her fists, trying desperately to get him to stop. After another minute, he did, and her wriggling ceased. Still, he loomed over top of her while she gripped onto his jumper tightly. Both of them were silent as they stared into each other’s eyes, faces only inches apart. For half a second, Y/N swore she saw Fred’s eyes flicker down to her lips, but then she convinced herself she must have dreamed it.

The sounds of the movie seemed to draw them back to the present, and Y/N let go of Fred’s jumper, causing him to sit up. She followed suit, clearing her throat in hopes of easing the tension between them. Fred was never one to let any awkwardness linger, so he nudged her with his elbow before laying back down in the spot he had been before.

“Cuddle up, Y/N. I’ll keep you safe from the big scary winged monkeys.” He winked as he opened his arms for her.

Y/N rolled her eyes lightly, trying desperately to calm the nerves in her stomach, before obliging and cuddling into his side. She let her head rest on his chest, her hand placed just over his heart, as he tightened his arm around her. Y/N found that she couldn’t pay attention to the rest of the movie, what with Fred pulling a blanket up around them and gently stroking her hair. She was lulled to sleep by the action, finding that she wished every night, she could fall asleep in his arms.

The two were startled awake the next morning by a bout of loud laughter. As Y/N quickly sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she spotted George, fully dressed in his school uniform, gazing down at them with an amused grin. Fred groaned from where he still laid on the floor, pulling a pillow over his face to block out the light.

“And what’s this?” George cocked his head to the side. “You guys are really taking this ‘fake dating’ thing pretty seriously. Honestly, you’ve got me convinced.”

Fred shot up quickly at that, nervously looking around the common room to make sure no one heard. When he realized it was only the three of them, he let out a breath of relief.

“Come off it, will you? We just fell asleep after watching a movie.” Fred shot his brother a glare.

Y/N felt sick at the reminder that everything between them was fake. Every little moment she had foolishly convinced herself could mean something more was nothing but wishful thinking. Drawing in a deep sigh, Y/N forced herself up and gestured for Fred to move with a flick of her wand. Once he obliged, she flicked her wand again and gathered all of the blankets and pillows before pushing the couch back. Without another word, she stalked back up the steps to her dorm, and prepared herself for another long day.

-

When Y/N arrived to the potions classroom, her stomach dropped at the sight of Annalise once again in the seat next to her usual one. She gazed around the room, grumbling slightly when she realized she had no other choice but to sit next to the girl. 

“Wow, you look like hell.” Annalise sneered when she trudged over.

“Probably because I was up all night with Fred.” Y/N shot back, before truly registering her words. “Not… Not like that.”

Annalise snorted at the insinuation and rolled her eyes. It seemed she was about to say something, no doubt some snide comment, but was cut off by Snape walking into the room. Y/N straightened up and began to listen to the professor drone on, her stomach twisting in knots when she realized what that day’s lecture would entail. A cauldron sat at the front of the classroom, an alluring steam rising off of it. Y/N knew, it was Amortentia.

After giving a brief lecture on it, Snape used his wand to lift the cauldron in the air, slowly letting it stop by each desk for the students to gaze at. He appeared completely uninterested by the kids’ excitement from what they smelled. Finally, it arrived at Y/N and Annalise’s table.

Y/N leaned forward and took a breath in, her nose being filled with the scent of fireworks, chocolate, and the shampoo Fred used. She sat back in her seat and crossed her arms, not needing the reminder that she felt so deeply for someone who didn’t return her affections.

Annalise leaned forward and breathed in a deep breath, a dreamy smile gracing her face. Her eyes flickered towards the front of the classroom, finding Snape deep in conversation with another Ravenclaw student. Quickly, she pulled an empty glass bottle from her bag and dipped it into the cauldron, filling it entirely.

“What’re you doing?” Y/N hissed, sitting up abruptly.

“I’m gonna use it as perfume. So everyone smells what they’re attracted to on me, and wants to be around me.” Annalise shrugged, placing a cork on the bottle and sliding it back into her bag. Y/N knew she could get in loads of trouble for carrying such a dangerous and potent potion, yet she didn’t speak up to turn her in. “Professor Snape, we’re all done back here!”

And with that, Snape was whisking the cauldron away and carrying on with his lecture. Y/N watched Annalise out of the corner of her eye, certain she was up to something from the glint in her eye. Still, like always, she stayed silent.

-

A week later, all thoughts of Annalise’s odd behavior had completely left Y/N’s mind. She was so caught up in falling for Fred even more each day, she could hardly focus on anything else. The fact that he hadn’t brought up Annalise once since their movie night didn’t go unnoticed to her, and she found herself chasing the familiar hope that maybe he was starting to fall for her too.

“I’ve gotta catch up with Georgie and Lee—they’re still mad I ditched them last week.” Fred informed her as he finished his dinner. “Catch you later?”

She nodded, a bright smile lighting up her face when he swooped down and kissed her cheek before hurrying off. Y/N was so in a daze that she didn’t even notice someone slide in the seat beside her, occupying the space Fred was once in.

“Ah, so you two are still together, are you?” Annalise spoke up, making her presence known. She wore a devilish grin as she feigned a casual act, picking at her nails.

“Obviously.” Y/N rolled her eyes. 

“What a shame, I just hate to be the one to tell you this.” She sighed.

“Tell me what?” Y/N’s brows furrowed as she turned to look at Annalise full on.

“Well, I’ve been wearing my perfume, you see.” She craned her neck and circled her hand, gesturing for Y/N to lean in and take a whiff. The smell was undeniable, and as much as she hated being in the presence of her cousin, it kept her reeled in. “Smell Freddie, do you?”

“Why do you care?” Y/N gritted her teeth, hating the way his nickname sounded coming from her mouth.

“Because, he doesn’t smell you.” Annalise shrugged. “In fact, what was it he told me he smelled? Right, fresh ink, my peach shampoo, and… Oh, I can’t remember. It was so hard to pay attention while he was snogging me in that broom closet.”

Y/N instantly dropped the utensils in her hand, ignoring the way they clattered to the ground. The sound drew a few eyes towards them, and Annalise simply smirked at her cousin. Y/N could feel tears welling behind her eyes, but she was also angry. At Fred, for not just telling her that he had finally gotten what he wanted. And at Annalise, for always being so dead set on ruining everything for her.

“What did I ever do to you?” Y/N heard her voice crack, and she felt just as pathetic as Annalise wanted her to feel. When she spoke again, her tone increased significantly. “Why must you always ruin everything for me?”

Some part of her knew she shouldn’t be freaking out, because this had always been the plan. She knew Annalise could never let anything be hers, so she should simply take it in stride and move on. But she couldn’t. She had been so sure that Fred and her were starting to build something real, that she’d finally be with the boy she’d crushed on for years, and now all of that hope was shattered.

“I’m just being a good cousin.” Annalise slapped a hand to her chest, feigning some sort of dignity that she certainly didn’t have. “Really, he was bound to cheat on you at some point. I just made it happen sooner rather than later. You should be thanking me.”

Y/N reached for her wand and gripped it tightly in her fist, ready to point it at her and fire off whatever hex came to mind. In an instant, fear was in Annalise’s eyes and she was cowering back. Professor McGonagall was now rushing forward, shouting her surname and ordering her to stop. In response, Y/N lowered her wand and wiped at her eyes, forcing none of her tears to fall.

“You know what, you’re not even worth it.”

And with that, she was marching out of the Great Hall, ignoring any calls of her name.

-

When Y/N made it back to the common room, she found George, Lee, and Fred gathered around a small table in the corner. A few other students were littered throughout the room, as well. Y/N almost just stormed right up to her dorm, intent on never speaking to Fred again, but she was sick of always letting people treat her like rubbish. So, right as she made it to the base of the steps, she turned on her heels and marched to their table, causing all of their eyes to fall on her.

“Hello, love—”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” She shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at Fred. “Godric, I know I agreed to help the two of you get together, but cheating on me? Leaving me embarrassed in front of the whole school? What is wrong with you?”

Lee and George glanced at each other with wide eyes before signally towards their steps and quietly sneaking away. This left Fred in open-mouthed shock, gaping at Y/N in all of her fury.

“I don’t know what—”

“And don’t even tell me how it wasn’t really cheating, because we weren’t really together, I know. But the rest of the school doesn’t know that! Annalise doesn’t know that! And now you’ve fed directly into her only wish of making my life utterly horrible.” Y/N fumed, although her hands were shaking slightly. “So, congrats Fred. You finally got the girl. And Annalise got what she wanted, too. Looks like you two are perfect for each other.”

After saying her piece, she quickly turned around and began making her way back towards her steps. She ignored the many sets of bewildered eyes on her, too angry and hurt to even care. She was only stopped by the feeling of Fred gripping onto her wrist and spinning her back around to face him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Fred searched her eyes. “I didn’t cheat on you, fake or not.”

“But—” 

“Annalise yanked me into a broom closet earlier, asking me to smell her neck like a bloody lunatic. So, I did, because I’m always enticed by strange offers.” He quipped with a smile, but when Y/N shot him a pointed look, he became serious once again. “Not the time? Right, okay. So, I smelled her, and I asked if she cornered me in there just to tell me she nicked your perfume, and she got all huffy, so I left. I didn’t cheat on you. I didn’t even mention it because it was too weird to explain.”

“You…” The words got caught in Y/N’s throat, all of her anger leaving her body. “You smelled my perfume?”

“Yeah, and faintly my mum’s roast, but I didn’t question it.” Fred shrugged. “Why?”

Y/N slowly raised a hand up to her mouth, gazing between where his hand still held her wrist and his eyes. Fred had never been very good at potions, so she knew just saying Annalise was wearing ‘Amortentia’ would explain very little.

“She was wearing a love potion, Fred.” Y/N spoke up, much quieter than before. “You smell what you’re attracted to in it.”

In an instant, Fred’s face was a bright shade of red and he quickly dropped her wrist. His eyes dipped down as he avoided her gaze, and Y/N realized this was the first time she’d ever seen him nervous.

“I…” Fred struggled to find words. “I don’t—I mean, I do… But I didn’t want you to—”

“Ask me what I smell in mine.” Y/N urged, cutting off his rambling. Fred shot his head back up at that, looking at her quizzically. 

“What do you smell in yours?” There was a hopeful glint behind his eyes, though his words were soft.

“Fireworks, chocolate…” Y/N took a step closer to him. “And your shampoo.”

The second that Fred fully registered what her words meant, he was closing the distance between the two of them. Y/N let out a shocked giggle as he wrapped her up in his arms, pressing his lips fully to hers for the first time. Although she had seen fireworks before, and she had smelled them almost every time Fred and George were around, neither compared to what it was like to feel fireworks. Y/N’s arms wound around his neck as she pulled him closer to her, prepared to live in the moment forever if she could.

When they pulled apart, there was nothing left either of them had to say. Fred could apologize for putting her through hell for the past few weeks, and Y/N could apologize for being so harsh, but that didn’t matter to either of them at the moment. All that mattered, was they both finally realized what had always been right in front of them.

-

Very early on in the start of Y/N and Fred’s real relationship, she finally opened up to him about just how awful Annalise really was. His jaw clenched at everything she told him, and he quickly expressed that he never would’ve wanted to be with her had he known. Y/N assured him she didn’t care, because this time, Annalise truly lost.

Although Y/N had been quick to brush off her feud with her cousin, telling Fred it was best to just leave it alone, she couldn’t say she was surprised when she walked into the Great Hall one morning, finding Annalise cowering at her table with neon green hair. It was the exact shade she had used when they were six to ruin Y/N’s drawing. While Fred and George vehemently denied any involvement in the prank, Y/N simply placed a short kiss to Fred’s lips, and quietly thanked him.

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[arvinsescape]

Ok when you have the time I thought of this Arvin x reader scenario. Arvin comes to a small town after the events of the movie and falls for the sweet girl working at the bakery and visits her everyday. If you wanna add smut, angst, fighting, or make it only tooth rotting fluff , I don’t care. Have the freedom to write it as you see fit!⭐️👄⭐️

His angel.

A/N: Thank you so much for sending this in! It got kinda long! I really hope you enjoy!!💕

Warnings: Language, Violence, misogyny.

Arvin had moved to the small town after the events of Knockemstiff, that's where he met you. You worked at the local bakery and Arvin was almost addicted to you, he found himself seeking out the bakery almost every day in hopes you were working.

Arvin thought you were sweet and kind, he often found himself thinking about you when he was working on a car at the garage he worked in. Your sweet smile always managed to pull a smile from him, you made his heart do flips and he wanted to work up the courage to ask you on a date.

He'd tried a couple of times, he really had but it always got caught in his throat and he found himself with sweaty palms and a racing heart. He was not the only man in the small town who liked you, no, most of the men did. It angered Arvin, their thoughts were nowhere near as innocent as his own.

Arvin hated the way the men in town spoke about your body and the things they wanted to do to you. It upset him that they couldn't see the sweet girl who deserved the world, only saw you as a piece of meat. He'd almost punched his work colleague for a remark he'd made about your physique.

It wasn't that Arvin didn't find you attractive because god he did, but you were so much more than that in his eyes. He'd gotten to know the sweet and caring nature you had, the way you would try and help anyone regardless of what it cost you.

He was yet again in the bakery, his daily routine, he felt a need to see you at least once a day, allow you to brighten his mood just by smiling at him. Grayson, one of the dickwads that liked to make remarks about you walked in, Arvin felt his anger rise as he watched the man rake his eyes up your body, eyeing you like a prize.

"Y/N? You got any of them sweet cakes left? You know, the ones I like?" He asked and Arvin watched as you gave the man that sweet smile of yours.

"Sure." You answered in that angelic voice. Arvin swears he never believed in angels or any of that stuff until he met you. "How many do you want?" You asked politely, making your way back around the counter.

"I'll take them all." He answered as you bagged them up before charging him, Arvin watched as he handed over the money shooting you a wink.

"Keep it. I'm sure you'll enjoy my tip." He said and Arvin nearly flew for the guy. How dare he? He watched as you gulped slightly, face draining of colour. "How about it doll? Me and you?" Grayson continued and Arvin watched as you shook your head in response.

"I think you should leave her alone." Arvin said as he stood to full height, he might have been slightly shorter than Grayson but Arvin looked far more intimidating.

"What's it got to do with you? Oh, sorry am I trying to muscle in on your territory? I'll happily have her once you've had your fun." Grayson laughed and Arvin felt his blood boil over, taking quick and firm steps towards the man.

"Now listen here you fucking asshole. You leave her alone or you'll have me to answer to, she's not interested." Arvin said, he'd subconsciously grabbed Grayson's shirt.

He watched as Grayson shook slightly, fear shooting through his eyes before he composed himself and held his hands up in defence, cocky smirk on his face.

"Sorry, sorry. Didn't realise it was so serious. I was only having a laugh."

"Fuck off out of here before I throw you out." Arvin said through gritted teeth and Grayson did as he was told, Arvin loosening his grip on his shirt. He turned to look at you. "Sorry." Arvin said sheepishly, he was annoyed with himself for losing his temper in front of you.

"Thank you, Arvin." You said and Arvin nodded before making his way out of the little shop. He was almost kicking himself for losing his temper, thoughts about how you were too good for him flooding his thoughts.

You were completely the opposite, he was all fists and violence and you were all sweet and lovely, there's no way you'd ever be interested.

**

Arvin didn't see you for almost a week, too embarrassed to step foot back in the shop. You shouldn't have had to witness him snap like that, memories of his past flooding through the back of his mind. You were too good for him, too good for a man who'd murdered people, whether they deserved it or not, he didn't want to drag you down.

Arvin was aware he could be a self destructive person, he could be grumpy and not see the fun in most things. You were the opposite and he just didn't want to drag you down, you deserved better, the world in fact. Arvin was so caught up in his own thoughts as he walked through the quiet streets that he almost didn't hear it.

"Grayson, stop." It was your voice, but it sounded sad, panicked, strange to Arvin's ears. "Seriously, I'm not interested you need to leave me alone. Go home." You shouted, you were trying to keep your voice steady Arvin could tell that much but it wasn't convincing.

"Oh come on Y/N, a bit of fun never hurt anyone." Grayson's voice echoed off the quiet walls and Arvin hastily made his way towards the voices. His heart hammering in his chest as the panic rose, he needed to get to you and make sure you were okay, make sure you weren't hurt.

Arvin quickly found the two people the voices belonged to and his anger rose again. Grayson was stood, hand wrapped around your wrist as you struggled to get him to let go, this fucker was in for it.

"Oi!" Arvin shouted and your eyes locked with his own, relief flooding them. "Let go." Arvin snarled and he watched as Grayson released your wrist.

"Fuck off Arvin, this has nothing to do with you." Grayson said, great he was drunk Arvin thought.

"I told you last week to leave her alone and I fucking meant it." Arvin snapped as he made his way towards the two figures, your feet quickly carrying you towards him. Arvin felt almost relived as as you stood in front of him and Arvin couldn't stop himself as he moved you behind him.

"Empty fucking threat. Come on, hand her over." The drunken male said as he made his way towards you, Arvin's hand instantly landing on his chest, stopping him. "Fine, you want a fucking fight over a stupid whore, then let's have at it." Grayson spat, far more confidence due to the alcohol buzzing through his system.

Arvin felt his anger reach a dangerous level at his words, he almost forgot that you were there as he swung for the man. Grayson must have expected it as he ducked just in time, Arvin's fist connecting with the wall. The pain almost didn't register to him as he swung again, this time knocking Grayson backwards.

He watched as the man stumbled, split lip evident and a look of pure anger in his face. Grayson made a move for Arvin but Arvin was smarter and far more powerful than the man in front of him as he knocked him onto his back. Arvin almost couldn't stop himself as he climbed on top of the man and repeatedly shoving his fist into his face. It brought back memories of the time he'd taught Lenora's bullies a lesson.

"Arvin, stop." He heard the words, but they didn't register. "Arvin!" He heard a little more firmly. "You're gonna kill him, you need to stop!" He heard again and he felt a soft hand touch his shoulder, Arvin came crashing back to reality as his vision cleared and he took in the man below him.

Arvin stood up quickly, Grayson groaned before rolling over spitting blood onto the floor. Arvin had just completely lost his temper and in front of you. He felt ashamed of himself, what the fuck where you going to think?

Arvin turned to face you, all thoughts of Grayson leaving him, you looked utterly terrified and Arvin felt awful. He'd probably just scared you off forever, your hands shook slightly as you reached for his hand, carefully holding it in your own.

"I just want to go home." You said just above a whisper, Arvin nodded slightly he walked you home, he needed to make sure you got home safe even if you spent the rest of your life hating him for what had just happened.

The walk was silent, you were unreadable, facial expression something Arvin had never seen before. It wasn't your usual happy self, you seemed deep in thought and Arvin wondered what was going on in that beautiful head. You were probably thinking of ways you could avoid him, a way you could get him to leave you alone.

You silently unlocked your door and Arvin waited for you to let go of his hand but you didn't as you made your way inside, pulling Arvin with you. You sat him down on your couch and silently left the room, returning with a first aid box.

You carefully took his hand in your own and only then did Arvin notice the blood and cuts on them. He watched with furrowed brows as you took a washcloth and wiped the blood away, almost like you were slowly removing the evidence of his violent outburst.

"This might sting a little." You said, voice soft as you looked at him with a sad smile before applying the alcohol rag, Arvin hissed as he felt the alcohol enter his cuts. He resisted the urge to pull his hand from your own, he didn't want to frighten you with any sudden movements.

"I'm sorry." Arvin spoke through a sigh when you grabbed a bandage to wrap his hand in. You looked at him with furrowed brows.

"What for?" You asked and Arvin looked at you like you'd grown two heads, his now bandaged hand leaving your own.

"For losing my temper." Arvin clarified.

"Arvin, you saved me tonight. I'm grateful, sure you could have held back but you saved me." You answered with that sweet smile and being here, in your lovely home, his hands bandaged up he realised he could never have you, you deserved more.

"Stop being so nice. I could've killed the guy." Arvin snapped and you looked at him shocked, he'd never taken that tone with you. "You are too nice for your own good."

"I, you," You tried to speak but Arvin cut you off.

"Don't make excuses for me. I'm a violent person Y/N, wherever I go violence follows and you, you're a good fucking person. You shouldn't be around people like me." He ranted.

"I wasn't making excuses Arvin!" You said, voice slightly raised.

"You should stay as far away from me as possible."

"But Arvin, I don't want to, I really like you!" You exclaimed and Arvin scoffed.

"I saw that look of fear in your eyes tonight. You saw it didn't you, how dangerous I am when I lose my temper." He raged and you stood your ground, determined.

"You wouldn't hurt me." You said confidently.

"You don't know that." Arvin spat back and you shook your head.

"You won't. I know what you're trying to do. You think I'm too good for you so you're just trying to push me away, make me hate you but I don't." You said as you took a step towards him.

"You are too good for me!" He shouted, "you can't fix me Y/N, I'm not like all those old people you help, I can't be helped. I'm violent and I'm no good for you." Arvin was trying desperately to get you to see what he did. "What if I lost my temper with you?" He shouted again.

"You have." You pointed out and Arvin furrowed his brows in response. "You're angry right now and look, I'm fine. You haven't tried to hurt me because you won't. You think I'm some perfect woman Arvin but I'm not. I don't want to fix you, I want you for you." You said as you stepped ever so close to him.

Your scent filled his senses and he became almost drugged from how close you were, his heart beating, palms sweaty. He looked at you and the anger washed away and all he was left with was a sadness.

"Y/N," he sighed. "I like you, so fucking much but I'm no good, you have no idea the burden's I carry, what I've done."

"I don't care," you said as you took his face in your hands. "I don't care what you've done. I care about you and how you make me feel. Arvin, you are a good man, you just need to let yourself see it." You smiled at him. "Kiss me." You demanded of him.

Arvin studied you for a moment, studied how close you'd gotten, how he saw no evidence of fear in your eyes, only adoration, for him. Maybe he wasn't a good man but he would always protect you, always make sure the ground you walked on was worshipped. Maybe he didn't think he was good enough for you but you did and how could he deny you? He would always treat you the way you deserved even if he did have flaws.

Arvin took your face in his hands, yours falling over the top of his own as he pulled you towards him, capturing your lips in his own. The kiss was sweet as you wrapped your arms around his neck, one of his hands slipping to cup your neck. The kiss deepened slightly but out of need and longing, he'd wanted this for so long.

"Stay?" You asked as he rested his forehead against your own. "Please? Arvin, I want you, I want to be with you." You spoke and Arvin felt his heart flutter. He was never going to be a danger to you, you were a goddam fucking angel in his eyes.

"Okay. I'll stay." He agreed as he pulled you in for another kiss. He knew he'd have to tell you why he came here, knew he'd eventually have to come clean about his past and he was terrified it would scare you off. He wanted you so badly and the knowledge that you wanted him to, allowed him to let go of his fears. You were his angel and as long as you allowed him to grace your presence, he would.