#one is eye-searing and one just kinda depresses me to look at

[footsiepop]

Tumblr does have a light mode with a yellow background... but only on web, which leaves app users out (which I believe is a majority of the traffic these days?)

the thing about the light mode/dark mode debate is that i wish there were more middlegrounds between literal black and literal white

tumblr at least has the low-contrast mode which hits a middleground, but it looks washed out and it exists more for a dedicated purpose (accessibility) than aesthetics. idk it all just feels lacking in web design

[no-nameno-face]

Auburn Thoughts (Pt.5) WITH AUDIO

[READ STORY FIRST]

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Pairing: Reader x Ellie Williams

Summary:  With a hot shower, Ellie makes sure you feel better. Much, much better.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, minors do not interact. You will be blocked. Smut heavy, sub!reader, dom!ellie, Fingering (R!receiving), Choking (R!receiving), Praise, Commanding, Shower Sex

Author's Notes: basically just smut lmfao, sorry it took me so long to get part 5 out. I've been going through a lot of shit in my personal life so i wasn't able to write at all. Def in a depression but its okay lmfao. I kinda hate my writing in this but i wanted to push myself to start again, so this is me trying to get back into it. i think im gonna write a one-off next cause i really want to make an audio with ellie having a degradation kink... what do we think? anywhoooo... Thanks for being understanding. Love you guys <3 

PART 4

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 “Do you wanna hop in the shower?” she smiles before standing and walking towards my bathroom… turning to me when she reaches the door and tilting her head at me, playfully.

“Are you coming?”

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My body is on autopilot, hopping up and walking towards Ellie waiting in the doorway. My brain, on the other hand, is stuck on the idea of seeing her, exposed and drenched. Watching her body move through the water, seeing every part of her. My heart thuds in my chest.

Steam hits my face as I reach the bathroom door, slightly ajar. I take a deep breath and with shaky hands make my way into the bathroom. 

My shower is blurred with steam, I see her silhouette through the foggy glass. My eyes trace her contours. They follow the lines of her skin, the subtle curve of her hips to the toned muscles of her arms visible even through the vapor. I want to engrave this image in my sketchbook forever, in my mind forever. 

I turn and begin peeling off my shirt, then my pants. The pulsing in my ears is deafening, the tightness in my belly growing. As my clothes fall to the floor I look back to the shower, I see Ellies head snap away when I do. I flush at this. 

Steadying myself, I walk to the sliding door and let myself in. Ellies under the hot water facing away from me, It's hard to peel my eyes from her. I hungrily observe her shoulders, strong and muscular, leading to her petite waist then the swell of her hips and, oh jesus. Her ass. I choke on my own spit and start coughing, real fucking smooth.

“You okay?” She turns to me smirking, my arms shoot to cover my chest. How is she so brazen, confident? I mean shit with a body like that I would be too. My eyes dart to her newly exposed skin, her small perky tits that sit perfectly on her frame. Then they quickly shift down her stomach to her… “Take a picture, it will last longer” she says with a sideways smile. My eyes shoot up to meet hers. Then it's her turn to explore me, I feel her gaze burn my skin and my cheeks burn in response. Her eyes leave me, turning back to put her face under the water. The heat in me is searing now. 

“Your turn,” she says with a smile shifting so I could take her place under the hot water. I shift past her, feeling her nipples graze my back and my ass slide across her exposed skin. It takes every ounce of self control to not gasp at this small contact. The water hits me and it's warm, embracing. I relish in the feeling of it, pulling my hair over my shoulder letting it swell with water. Then I feel hands on my back, I startle at this.

“Woah woah, so jumpy.” she says with a smile in her voice. I turn slightly and see her with soap bubbles on her hands, “is this okay?” she asks.

“Shit sorry, yeah it's fine. Thanks El’s,” I turn back to the water, staring past the wall as her strong hands span my back. They shift down so slowly, she's paying attention to every part of my skin. As they approach my lower back she begins to circle over and around my hip bones, hands resting on my stomach. I wonder if she could feel the inferno I was radiating. Her hands went up my abbs circling the bubbles over my skin, now tracing under my boobs. I feel her body gently press against mine, I sharply inhale at the feeling of her skin flush with my own. 

“Can I?” she whispers into my neck, her breath and gentle touch sending chills down my spine. 

“Yes,” I sigh, barely audible. Then her hands, and the suds, are massaging my tits. My head tilts back onto her shoulder and I close my eyes as a small sound escapes my lips. She chuckles lightly at this. 

“You're so easy to please,” her finger flips over my nipple and I jolt slightly at this. A curse spills from under my now heavy breathing. After a moment of her playing with me she firmly turns me so I am pressed against the wall of the shower. It's cold against my back, the sudden sensation is shocking. Thrilling. I look up at her through my lashes, lust radiating in my eyes. They are met with devious amusement. 

Pinning me with one arm she traces the other hand across my collar, then down my sternum. She watches her hand make art on my skin.  I close my eyes, relishing in the feeling of her fingers on me, gentle as a butterfly wing. Her fingers trace down and circle my navel, then lower. My eyes open, nervous and they are met with green. Begging for permission. I smile at her shyly and shift slightly making myself a bit more open for her taking. A silent yes. 

She bites at her lip, her gaze darkens slightly and suddenly she's there, her fingers sliding through my slick, feeling me. My eyes shoot close at this unfamiliar contact. They run through my folds slowly then back to the top hitting my clit softly, I gasp at this. My hands grab at her, any part of her I can grab. 

[START OF AUDIO]

“No one’s ever touched you like this?” she questions, I can hear the smirk on her tongue. She circles my clit with her fingers and my responding sounds are her answer.

“You’re so Innocent…” she sighs. Then slowly begins tracing back down my folds, my eyes open at the change in sensation searching for her, I'm met with darkness. 

“Makes me want to wreck you.” suddenly her finger is pushing into me, i feel my walls tight around her. She pulls it out slightly and thrusts it back into me, firmly. 

“F.. fuck! Oh my… Oh…” she's going in and out now, curving her finger into me, it's a feeling I've never known but one I never want to stop. The sounds are graphic, I feel myself soaking her knuckles as she lays into me. 

“Does that feel good?” She asks knowing full well it does. She just wants to hear me say it. I can't get the words out. Her finger withdraws from me and she crooks her head, demanding a response.

“Yes! Yes it feels.. Feels so.. So good..” I say begging her to continue. I look at her with big eyes. “Please, please keep going.” she smiles at me, so ready for her taking. So eager for more. This time there's a soft stretch as she pushes two fingers into me, hitting my spongy spot sending moans from my mouth into the acoustics of the shower, they echo off the walls. She moves them at a slow firm pace. Harder. Deeper. My hips subconsciously rock into her hand, helping her reach further into me. 

“You're doing amazing,” she smirks before her lips dip into my neck, kissing and licking the sensitive skin. My hands tangle in her hair, pulling lightly as they fumble through her locks. “Taking my fingers so well.” she whispers against my skin, her hot breath branding my skin. Her lips return with a gentle kiss, then a soft bite. 

“Mmm… El’s” I say pulling her closer into me.

“Do you want me to go faster?” she pulls back and looks at me, one eyebrow raised. My eyes are wide watching hers, 

“Yes,” I plea. Her eyes don't leave mine as her fingers pick up in tempo, my slick sounds now louder than the shower water hitting the floor. Her gaze is drunk with lust, pleased with the power she has over my body. I feel myself quake against her fingers, she feels it too.

“You like that?” she says, her free hand skimming up my torso, running over my erect nipples until her hand rests on the throat. She squeezes lightly, pushing my head back into the shower wall. Hot water trickles down my face, the pressure making me a bit lightheaded, I feel my eyes roll back. 

“Yeah you do,” she sighs, tilting her head in amusement. Her assault on my cunt is ruthless, the rhythm, unbearable. My vision is turning blurry, with the stunted airflow. It's pure euphoria, but suddenly her grip on the throat loosens.

My hands shoot to her arm and pull her hand back to its place. Firmer than before, long fingers wrapped around the span of my throat. She huffs at this. 

“You want more?” her fingers tighten, cutting off all air flow. 

“Greedy girl.” her fingers swirl inside of me, my eyes open and everything is blurry and tinged white. My body is trying to gasp for air to no avail, and it feels so.. so.. good. My head is getting lighter, lighter, all I feel is her fingers, my ears ringing. Her hand releases and I take in a gulp of air. She grabs my jaw firmly.

“Say my name.” she commands. I am still gasping as her face slowly comes back into focus. Her fingers slam into me, hard. “Say it.” This time her voice is soft, this time it's her begging. 

“Ellie!” I yell, “ellie.. ellie..” my voice gets softer as the pressure builds in my core. I feel like I'm going to implode. 

“That's right,” she pushes her palm into my clit applying rhythmic pressure that creates a symphony with the beat of her fingers. I can't hold it anymore. 

“Ellie… P.. Please.. I'm gonna. I'm gonna..” 

“Yeah? You're gonna cum?” devious eyes. My body is clinging to the edge. “Go ahead baby,” she grabs my throat again and pounds into me. 

“Cum for me” I explode around her, cursing through the high that overtakes me. Her fingers somehow hit my spot harder, faster, intensifying the sensation. Pleasure surges through me and leaves me shuddering in its wake, my knees shaking. She slows when I relax around her and slowly, so slowly, pulls her fingers out of me. I shiver at the sensitivity. 

[END OF AUDIO]

She softly pecks up my neck, to my lips. Pulling back to look at me she brushes a damp piece of hair from my face behind my ear. “You're so pretty when you cum,” she smiles at me, holding back a laugh. 

“Fuck off,” I playfully push her shoulder, embarrassed by my show of desperation. Her laugh escapes and its music to my ears. 

“I'm just saying,” she says smirking, “It's hot.” she shrugs, turning to splash some water on her face. I cross my arms to cover my chest, oh my god. Thinking about her fingers, the feeling of them stretching me out. Her breath on my skin, her hand around my throat. “I'm gonna dry off, meet you out there” she says winking at me before climbing out of the shower and grabbing a towel off of the hook. I watch the silhouette of her leave and I melt to the floor. 

The water cascades down my shoulders and back, my skin is so sensitive. What the fuck. What is she doing to me? My heart is pounding in my chest, and somewhere else. I like her. I like her too much. What does she think this is? Am I just a easy fuck? Is she just an easy fuck? That thought is gone as quickly as it arrives. She's more than that to me. I feel it. And it scares me. What am I to her? I raise my head letting the water coat my face. It's not that deep, I reassure myself. It's fine. I'm fine. She's fine. We are fine. 

We?

Fuck.

[amarmoria]

Thinking about an alternative ending (or this thing that kept repeating in my head) with @rebelscums! Qimir x Padawan!Reader🤭 (I luv your Qimir fics sm please don't die)

Like the part where Sol's saber was already slowly burning dove's neck and Qimir says he didn't care about you and your screaming because of the searing heat that's going through the layers of tissue and because your master cares more about Mae than he ever will you, so your like all I'm giving up and let me die status, there's fat crocodile tears sliding down your cheeks and you can't stop it, not when you you've mastered this already, but it's like the feeling of your mother having another child she prefers over you but this is like your master, the one making your pussy aching, and like your depressed that your going to die and the last thing you see is your master monster cock bae with his fav acolyte (not like you ever were✋)

Then (imagine there's still a few jedi's left from Sol's crew, zaddy will kill them anyways) Sol's small backup comes to ambush Qimir and to Sol's advantage too because he now has the chance to grab you and bring you to their ship instead of killing you, half of what he said not long ago was true, that you can be a great jedi if you wanted to.

"Master.."

"It's alright, we're almost, almost there" Sol huffs, holding your arm tightly over his shoulder and his other hand on your waist, you eye the lightsaber on his belt, it's so, so close, just a little more.

"Eyes forward, find our ship."

"I ca— can't, it's," you pause, not having the strength to finish the sentence. "I'm sorry, for, for earlier I— I didn't want to—"

"It's fine, just.." you hiss, clutching the side of your abdomen where the pain continued throbbing, it doesn't even help that you also have a burn on your neck.

"You're gonna be okay, keep your eyes open, breathe for me alright?" You couldn't hear what he was saying anymore, not when the ringing of your ears started blending every sound that nears you, maybe it was the pain, or the after burn, but all you could think about was how your master, no no, Qimir was looking at Mae despite the choking— in fact he couldn't look at you like that when he doesn't even choke you like that (ykyk?)

Ugh your heart can't take that kinda rejection, it's way too much.

"Padawan!"

Your thoughts were snapped when Sol lightly slapped your cheeks, your legs began working again and limped beside him as the both of you course through the thick forest.

"Can you feel him? Where is he?" He heaves, readjusting you so that you won't slide down. "He.. I, he's not—"

A force separates you from Sol, his back pivots to a large tree while you gracefully slide down a small hill full of bushes, one of which the leaves poking through your burn making you hiss and cover it with your hand but then you realize it burns even more with the soil and dirt stuck on your palms.

You kept fighting your eyes from closing, not now, not when you don't know what your escape plan is, not when your big juicy bae is there (you don't know that yet), you groaned and gave yourself a violent slap, maybe it's force that wants to keep you awake, ready, on guard.

You hear leaves crunching from behind you, but you can't bring yourself to turn, no matter how much your foot tries to turn you over, your body's just exhausted, tired, aching, you want to go home.

Home

Where is home now when your master has already decided to disown you, where will you go, stay. The buzzing of a lightsaber nears behind you, threatening, red, and hot. Only when you hear tackling behind you then your body opt to turn over, you whine when your side hit the floor again, clutching your sides tightly like it's going to fall out.

You witness the two sabers, green and red, clashing against each other, ironic little detail because I once thought green and red crayons were enemies, ANYWAYS, Qimir kept his face bare, no mask this time, you snort, if you even can, his karma for doing you bad like that. You could feel yourself getting lost at the distant lights dancing around each other, you couldn't hear them clearly, only muffled grunts was all you can process.

"She's not leaving—"

"You've abandoned her right in front of her eyes, don't even think for a second that she'll come back to you," Sol pauses, overthrowing the red but Qimir quickly regains his stance, separating the one saber into two.

"I'm her last hope, she has no one to teach her anything other than me"

"You're wrong—"

"Oh like you'll take her in and turn her into some jedi?" His laugh sounded almost manic, before aiming for Sol's neck although Sol acted fast and dodged, blocking the attack just in time, if he was only a second late, we would've had a rolling head coming right at you.

Ugh idk how to even end this🙄

[cheollipop]

So maybe I am just emotional but I am in the soft girl hours of the sleepover.

You know I love big, kinda dumb men that are in touch with their feelings, Song Mingi... Just imagine having a bad day, a rough week, or an okay month. It kind of seems like it's dragging on, and for the sake of holding on, you try to keep pushing forward. Today is not a push-forward day. Water overflowed in your bathroom; you have to turn the water off bc there's no off value to that pipe. You are a little behind on work, and the sites that you need are down, and the deadline is closer than you would like it to be. All you want is a warm shower and to curl into the covers until you forget what day it is. Mingi notices you slowly folding into yourself. It's difficult to be present with so much to worry about. So today he called just to check in. Through blurry eyes, you answer. Unable to hold the dam back any longer, you let out a soft sob, and he's throwing on his coat and snatching his keys off the counter to come get you.

Mingi stays on the phone with you until he climbs the stairs to your apartment. Opening the door to him, there are dried tear marks on your cheeks that you have failed to wipe completely away, but he just wraps you in the biggest hug. His hands pull you close and tight, squeezing a few more tears from your eyes.

"Let's go shower at my house. Then I'll feed you while we watch TV on my couch. That sound good?" He mumbles before pulling you back to look at you. Pinching your lips tightly together, the worried look on your boyfriend's face just makes you want to cry more, but maybe a nice shower and some private time is what you need to clock out of life for a bit.

Shut up, I'm going to cry my eyes out lolol

Nora I am too soft for life rn

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

oh, my nabi. the warmth and comfort this made me feel—reading your ask and writing it out—drove me to tears, on multiple occasions. i was initially saving this drabble for a bad day, and ended up starting it after a particularly taxing one, but I actually wrote most of this while feeling quite...happy. so putting myself in mingi's shoes instead of reader's was the way to go, i guess. I really hope I did this justice, and that it floods you with lots and lots of comfort &lt;3

pairing: bf!song mingi x gender neutral!reader

w.c.: 0.8k

tags: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, mentioned symptoms of anxiety & depression, non-sexual nudity (they shower together)

note: you are not alone

The drive to his apartment was silent, save for the wind blowing through the cracked-open windows to send short, blonde strands flying in different directions. The sun had departed from its locus, descending the changing sky to kiss the horizon, a gradient of orange and pink painted before your eyes. Your gaze moved off the breathtaking scenery to focus on Mingi—a hand resting over the leather wheel while the other locked with yours, glancing over at you every few minutes, squeezing your fingers to remind you of his presence.

As if you could forget, you thought, as he guided you down the hall to his door, twisting the keys while your hands remained intertwined, his thumb drawing soothing circles over your skin as he ushered you inside with a swing of his arm.

Steam engulfed the small bathroom, the warmth of the shower brushing against your skin as delicate fingers helped you out of the hoodie you should’ve washed last week. Mingi didn’t complain, though; he didn’t even comment, wordlessly adding it to the pile of clothes building up in the corner. Your insecurity must have bled into your expression, strong arms pulling you ito his chest and plush lips pressing against your forehead.

“I’ve got you,” was all he said, but it was though you were already immersed underneath the balmy stream, a comfortable heat searing through your skin as he held you against him.

With your back to him, Mingi noted the way your muscles slackened under the steaming water, the soapy droplets rushing down the curve of your spine while he worked his fingers through your hair, hoping his shampoo was strong enough to cleanse away some of the burden you’d carried on your shoulders, the dread he’d helplessly watched eat away at you for weeks. Twisting your body to face him, his thumb and pointer closed around your chin, tilting your head back to rinse the scented suds out of your hair, leaning forward to press his lips to your cheekbone while the water warmed your scalp.

Washing away weeks-worth of grime and self-loathing with delicate palms and a lathered washcloth, Mingi silently spoke of his infatuation, his care, his unconditional, overwhelming devotion to you. Even when you were broken, anxious, blind to any and every possibility of a future worth looking forward to. Mingi was there, calloused hands picking up the brush you’d broken and painting tomorrow, then the day after, one stroke at a time—open fields of daisies and sunflowers, the hopeful orb of light splaying golden rays over the land while the man with the grown-out roots stood amidst the flora, pearly teeth reflecting the daylight as he watched you approach him, his warmth seeping into your very soul as you buried yourself within his embrace.

You felt light, your breathing steady while you rested your head on Mingi’s chest, his thighs on either side of you as you curled up in his lap. You’d heard the doorbell while you were dressing, walking into the living room to find takeout containers spread out over the coffee table, and a shoujo anime paused on his TV.

“It’ll pass,” he spoke, tapping the spoon against your bottom lip and watching you take the steaming food into your mouth. Your eyes remained downcast, and he noticed hints of guilt tainting your features as you processed his words with inexorable disbelief.

“Mingi-“

“I know it’s difficult to see it now, so I’ll believe it for the both of us,” he held his lips to your forehead, your eyes fluttering shut and heartbeat erratic. Not because of anxiety, or dysphoria, but because of the overwhelming sense of tranquillity Mingi flooded into your chest so easily, the animation in your peripheral and the cheesy sound effects now masked under the faint movement of his lips over your face, planting kisses over the trail of tears rushing down the skin. “I’m here, (y/n). You don’t need to go through this alone.”

And you didn’t. Episode after episode played on the big screen, takeout containers and popcorn bowls resting empty on the coffee table while you remained encompassed within Mingi’s arms. The moonlight, aided by the warm hue of his standing lamp carved shadows over the drowsing man’s face, and you took in the slight part of his lips, pretty eyes shut as he explored the dreamland, limp arms somehow still firm around your figure, as though he couldn’t bear to leave you alone again, even while dormant.

The overbearing weight of your thoughts had long since mitigated, your chest rising and falling to the same rhythm as Mingi’s, and now that it was no longer overcrowded with taxing angst and negativity, hints of credibility laced themselves into his words. You ran your pointer over his knuckles—his fingers draped over your hip—a silent ‘thank you’ stuck in your throat as you mooned over the tomorrow he’d drawn out for you. A tomorrow you wanted. A tomorrow you didn’t dread. A tomorrow illuminated by a gentle sun, and a contagious, toothy smile.

[wolfpawzjakey]

The posthumous child Jercy with fem!Percy.

She was born at 12 o'clock and 32 minutes at night, she is small and fragile with a loud voice, the midwife carefully passes the baby to her assistant to examine and wash her. Sephis under the influence of a powerful sedative-analgesic mixture, but she understands everything anyway and cries. Tears have become a part of her nature, if she were a nymph and not a demigod, she would have turned into a river long ago. their daughter has just been born, their little girl is here, she still feels the pain of giving birth to her daughter and will take her in her arms very soon. But Jason is not here, he does not hold her hand, does not look at their daughter with tears of joy in his eyes, does not hold her hand and does not tell how much he loves her and how happy he is... Jason is dead, he will never meet their daughter, their girl never had a chance to meet her father, and Sephis will be her only parent. The tears are scalding cold on her hot cheeks and she feels especially acutely the abyss in her heart. When her baby girl is placed on her chest, she feels a searing warmth developing inside her. She has lush honey feathers on her head, a rare scattering of freckles on the bridge of her nose and cheeks, but most importantly her eyes, her eyes, are bright piercing, blue, blue, like electricity, like lightning, like the most beautiful thing that ever existed. Doris Lou Jackson looks like Jason and she has his eyes. She presses her lips to the top of their gorgeous daughter's head and cries, mourning their family that was doomed from the very beginning.

Anon plz, ur harming me.

Im not such a fem!Percy Jercy kinda guy (most just cause I’ve never read it or thought about it) but like, the concept as a whole is just like sad and damned.

The exhaustion of losing the most important your life and being another into the world is like living life of this constantly grating and testing seesaw that’s unforgiving in pace. One side of you is now needing to live again because you have this little life that is in your hands now, but the other side is still lost in the grief of losing your other half.

Percy going through this is like kryptonite to me. Percy has been one of my favorites since I was in elementary school and since my creative bones have woken up, making him sad is a hobby. “Fixing” him through bittersweet means like this is torturous but also so fulfilling if you get what I mean?

For your concept, I imagine it would be a daily struggle for Percy. Everyday with a little bundle who makes her struggle with emotions and exhaustion in a way that taxes her more than depression already did pushes her to near exceeding limits everyday, but their little look alike also manages to heal still raw wounds. Even on the worst of days, their baby manages to fix something small within him, to allow some light to crack through that thick darkness that built up after Jason died. The darkness never fully goes away, but for their little one, it ceases to control every aspect of her life.

Huge disclaimer that kids shouldn’t be used as objects of “healing” but there’s absolutely no doubt in my mind that kids can heal broken parts of us. I love writings with babies and kids just being exactly what they are and their gardians just being like “wow, I really have to change myself for this kid because I just love them so much. I never thought I could find happiness like this again, blah blah blah” it’s so AAAAAAAA

Thank you for the food anon 🤲🏻🤲🏻

[aviiarie]

YAP SESSION AHEAD. INCOMING. FULL SPEED. be WARNED....

furina's wife anon lore reveal because something literally life changing happened yesterday and i need need NEED TO TELL SOMEONE ARRGRGH!!!! ALSO ALSO SORRY I DON'T MEAN THIS TO BE VENTING AT ALL!!! JUST STORYTIME. FOR THINE ENJOYMENT. Because I do believe I can be amusing sometimes maybe I Don't Know

Imagine, if you will. 1st grade. Small quiet kid with very much undiagnosed autism. Meets the pretty popular girl who is super extroverted and talks a lot to everyone and has a lot of friends and is the most stunning person in class and perhaps the most stunning person to ever person ever.

(at least in small quiet kid's eyes)

Best of friends. WHOOO WOULD'VE THOUGHT??? My first and only real friend ever AND best friend ever and. Because the gays can never have nice things. My first crush. Whoa. (But also I was like 7 and didn't know what being gay was so I ooobviously could only be foreseeing only futures for myself where we were married in a platonic way! Speaking of actually. I feel like everybody knew I was autistic before I was and targeted specifically me but WHATEVER so the mean girls in kindergarten a year earlier thought I was doing naughty naughty stuff. As a 5 year old. When I was practicing KUNG FU???? And after I tried to explain, called me gay and refused to elaborate on what that meant when I asked????)

It got to the point where physical affection was very common y'know!! Like. Hugs. Cuddles, even. I remember it happened once in 2nd and the teacher told us we had to cut it out which STILL MAKES ME LAUGH but anyway. WAIT ACTUALLY before we move on from 2nd grade there's ONE THING THAT. OOOHH MY GOD. So Crush. Liked a boy. Of course. The popular athlete. Conventionally attractive. Of course. And the three of us sat in a circle one day. The topic somehow came to race. They both said "I'm white!" and me, a naive child with a white father and absent asian mother, replied "I'm white too!" since I hadn't seen my mom since 15 months old—and GOD forbid Father teach me anything about my culture. ANYWAY. BLAH BLAH BLAH. TELL ME WHY THIS BOY FULLY TURNS TO ME. LOOKS ME UP AND DOWN. AND SAYS, "No. You're brown." SORRY THAT'S KINDA OFF TOPIC BUT I'M BAFFLED EVERY TIME I REMEMBER THAT AND I THINK IT IS SOMEWHAT COMICAL. There's so much bullshit that kids said to me as literally the only asian kid in the school but THOSE ARE STORIES FOR OTHER NIGHTS.

ANYWHO! FAST FORWARD! 3RD GRADE! Here's where it gets WICKED. So. Girl in class. Also quiet artsy kid. Somehow starts talking to Crush. And they start hanging out more. Do note, small quiet autistic child has unresolved abandonment issues due to said mother leaving. And is also very much undiagnosed. And not having friends. In the slightest. So. I see other kid as Public Enemy #1, and take Crush's casual friend-making as "oh my god she hates me and she's leaving me oh my god she hates me oh my god"

So I became possessive over her. I don't remember quite exactly what I did, but I recall having an "argument" about it right at the end of third grade. It's honestly quite embarrassing to admit now how much I didn't want her to leave. But guess what happened when fourth started? I skipped through the gates, expecting fully and immediately to see radiant blond belting off rays of sunshine directly into my eyes.

No! That did not happen! The gays cannot be happy! Guess who moved schools!

It wasn't like she didn't warn me, either. She did. Many times during the months prior. I just wasn't ready to process it until I was eye-to-eye with a searing light instead of hers.

That was the seed of my depression. It all started from there. I was going through hell and hell was determined to force other people into it through me, too. I do feel like the anger and irritability part of depression is severely overlooked. I was mad at myself and everyone except her until it festered a little and theeen I became mad at her.

A few years ago I would've looked back and seen a jealous, controlling antagonist who cared only for herself and halting her insecurities and held no regard for other people's feelings. But when I look back now, I see a child navigating complex emotions for the first time and doing what she could with what she was given.

BLALALALA SERIOUS TIME OVER. So I was halfway through fourth when covid did its covid thing!! Very angsty child becomes locked up in house oh no!!!! POINT IS. I spent 6 years absolutely TORN TF UP over my "first lesbian breakup" BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK THAT WAS DEVASTATING?????? MY FIRST REAL FRIEND EVER. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE US??????? WE WERE SUPPOSED TO LIVE TOGETHER WITH OUR CATS AND HAVE WEDDING PICTURES SPLAYED OVER THE HALLWAY?¿??????????

To be fair, I did think I was over it!!! Like. When I say I thought of her every single day for 3 years straight I am not exaggerating in the slightest. It was BAD. Little kid was DOWN BAD. Buut then I grew up a little and stopped thinking about her as much and I was like "wow so I'm finally free!"

May 20somethingeth of this year. Prozac. DOOO YOU KNOW WHAT A COMMON SIDE EFFECT OF PROZAC IS .... vivid dreams. I thought, "oh wow it can't possibly be that bad lol what would I even have dreams about!!!!"

For the past month. I would wake with tears in my eyes after VERY MUCH HAVING A DREAM ABOUT HER. AFTER 6 YEARS????? AND NOT THINKING ABOUT HER THAT MUCH SINCE. A FEW YEARS AGO????????? anywho! So it got me thinking about her a lot recently (against my will!) and it culminated into YESTERDAY.

Yesterday. I was listening to "once more to see you" by mitski because of course I was listening to "once more to see you" by mitski and it did indeed come after "good luck babe" and "casual" BECAUSE OF COURSE IT CAME AFTER. So I found myself getting a little emo and depresspress. And I don't even know how we got from point A to point B but I dusted off my crusty old Instagram for the first time in ever and typed in Crush's name.

DO YOU KNOW WHO POPS UP. 6 YEARS. 6 YEARS. AND I FIND A PRIVATE ACCOUNT UNDER CRUSH'S NAME. WHO'S IN THE PROFILE PICTURE????? Long blond hair. The angle was set at 0.5x but to me it looked like she'd never changed at all.

One of my old friends from the area was following her too so I was like. Yeah. Yeah that's her. Buuut just to make sure because I'm a sigma or whatever I texted her like. "Is that her?" But in a very convoluted way because I'm me and I'm different!! (I just added very specific details that. Would only pertain to Crush) AND OLD FRIEND SAYS YES. I START FREAKING THE FUCK OUT BECAUSE. 6 YEARS. I HAVE BEEN LOSING MY MIND FOR 6 YEARS. 6 YEARS OF ANGUISH AND PUNISHING MYSELF BECAUSE I THOUGHT I SINGLEHANDEDLY FUCKED UP THE ONLY REAL FRIENDSHIP I'D EVER HAVE BECAUSE I WAS JUST THE WORST HUMAN TO EVER HUMAN EVER. Hehe anyway! OLD FRIEND SAYS THAT CRUSH IS ADDING ME ON SNAP. I START SHAKING. QUIVERING. TREMBLING IN MY BOOTS. MY SHIVERS WERE TIMBERED.

So. A few things happened on snap. IT'S ALMOST OVER I SWEAR THANK YOU FOR STICKING WITH ME 🙏🙏🙏 SO. First thing that should've maybe put me off a little. Crush says "how do I know you?" Which. Okay. I aaaam genderfluid and go by a different name than I used to BUT with the other stuff that transpired It's Heavily Suspicious. So I type our elementary school name because I DON'T WILLINGLY SAY MY DEADNAME 🤬🤬🤬🤬 DUH 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 anyway. AND SHE SAYS "ohhh i think i know where this is going" LMAO and i say "YEAH...." and give a lil description of me and she's like yup that's you. Definitely.

(little side note. When I told her she LITERALLY SAID "my mom totally called it lmao" AS IN HER MOM CALLED ME BEING A GENDER SWITCHER??? GIRL.)

I wonder how much aura I lost from this conversation actually. Here's how it went.

Crush: how do you still remember all of that?

Me (sigma chad): i could never forget

Crush: what

THAT'S GENUINELY . WHAT HAPPENED. THAT'S WHAT I SAID. AND THAT WAS HER RESPONSE. that should've been STRIKE NUMBER TWO. SO THEN. I'M JUST LIKE. "there's so much I want to tell you y'know, first I want to apologize" AND SHE SAYS "apologize for what?" OR SOMETHING ALONG THOSE LINES.

Let me sum this up. I spent 6 years in Lesbian Limbo because kiddo me fucked up a little. I find Crush to get closure. SHE DOESN'T EVEN REMEMBER MOST OF WHAT HAPPENED????? 6 YEARS. I CANNOT GET OVER THIS. 6 YEARS I SPENT. AND SHE DOESN'T REMEMBER MOST OF IT.

So now here we are. It is a little freeing to know that she didn't think of it the way I did, but I can't help but be a little upset that all of that time was wasted over something. That. UGH. THIS KEEPS HAPPENING I SWEAR I'M CURSED. I KEEP GIVING PEOPLE WHO DON'T WANT ME ALL OF MY TIME AND ALL OF MY MIND AND ALL OF MY HEART AND AAAARRRGRHRHRRGGHHH

But it's okay because now. After the lesbiban falling for straight bestie arc. And heartbreak arc. And depresspress arc. I AM GOING TO HAVE MY MOVING ON ARC!!!!! LIVING A HAPPY LIFE ARC!!!!!!!!! YES!!!¡!!!!!!!! (I'm still processing but I think we're getting there :])

Tea Time Over! Thank You For Listening! If this is scattered umm GELP PLEASE SPARE ME I have triple A supreme whammy package combo of amnesia autism adhd (we are Twinning!) I HOPE YOU ARE DOING WELL. And that this wasn't too much of a pain to read holy shit

SIGNED!!! FURINA'S WIFE!!!! WITH LOVE!!!!!! FURINA'S WIFE OUT!!!!!!

ANON. HELLO. HI. GOOD EVENING.

this ask was a wild ride from start to finish HAHAHAHA okay, okay. for starters, i can understand where kid-you was coming from. i mean, that kind of jealous 'no one can be friends with them but me!' attitude is one that some kids just go through when they're dealing with hard emotions for the first time, and learning how to think about others and take their feelings into consideration. it's not good, but i think the way you responded to it is pretty normal for your age. it's good that you can look back on it and see how you've matured since then, and see how much better you can handle your own emotions now. that shows growth!

(side note, but i know what you mean?? with the whole having a puppy crush on your best friend because she's so perfect and amazing and fun to be around... little me was making heart eyes at my friends before i even knew what the word gay meant AHAHA... though, i do think at least half of my crushes were closer to friend-crushes because i was a baby aro-spec(??) and didn't know how to tell friendship from romantic love--but i digress!)

ALSO THE STORY ABOUT THE 'i'm white!' IS WILD?????? kids are so out of pocket sometimes oml

but okay moving on HELLO??????? the vivid dreams.... and FINDING HER ON INSTA????? okay, okay. that is... wow. there are some childhood friends i have that i am so curious about what they're up to now, but i never had the courage to search their names.

(side note 2, HER MUM CALLING IT ON YOU BEING GENDERFLUID IS SO FUNNY HAHAHAHA)

the conversation though..... i got second hand embarrassment IM SORRY. but augh. six years, and then nothing. that is even more painful than the childhood friend i reunited with, spoke one sentence to, and then never talked to again. to be clear we were CLOSE. best friends. and now we see each other every so often, we just.... dont talk. and younger me would be crying if they knew that.

i know it must hurt a lot knowing she doesn't remember you, but in the end, it's good that you could some closure, as bittersweet as it may be. i hope you can move on from it now, because letting someone consume that much of your life isn't healthy. there are people who will be there for you with the same time and energy you're there for them! but putting all of yourself into another person, letting your life revolve around them is not!!! good!!!!!

i mean, i think a life-altering, emotionally damaging, unrequited crush on their best friend is like. a lesbian canon event, but you can move forward! in time, this will be just an experience you look back on with nostalgia, rather than pain.

AAAHHHH this was. a lot. i'm wishing you luck in the moving on arc, and hoping you move into the LIVING A HAPPY LIFE arc very soon!

[fqiryspit]

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 ; 𝐞.𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝘌𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘪 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Summary: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐘/𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞?

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cw: College!AU, Full smut, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, getting absolutely railed, Relationship Problems, Love Triangles, Smut, Historia is pregnant with Erens baby, Eren and Y/n are together, Levi is with Petra, Sad sex, Y/n is lowkey depressed, Eren is bad at feelings, Starbucks Levi, Levi is Bad at Feelings, Historia the Hoe, mega toxic, Toxic Eren.

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Chapter 11: 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤

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EREN'S POV

THREE DAYS AGO

here I am, in a screaming fight with Historia at four in the fucking morning.

"You played with my feelings" she yelled

"you got attached to nothing" I scoffed

"You're such a fucking ass" she yelped as I watched tears start spilling out of her eyes

I bit my tongue as she sobbed.

she wanted so much...and I just wanted a distraction.

"Look...I'm sorry." "sorry? you shouldn't be saying sorry to me." she spat out, I raised an eyebrow as her blurry eyes stared into mine, searing with rage

"You should be saying sorry to her." she choked out

"Don't bring Y/n into this" I scoffed

"She was in this the day you decided to cheat."

cheat.

I'm I really a cheater?

this sick bastard that plays with people's love?

I feel my lungs burn as I remember the scene of my mother walling when she found out Grisha cheated.

her puffy eyes and sorrow face still put on a smile for me as she said 'everythings okay'

I remember how I wanted to rip my father to shreds for what he did.

Just thinking Y/n laying one tear of something that I've done made my own eyes burn.

I'm becoming what I hate most

"shut up." I mumbled as I felt my heartache, I never wanted to hurt Y/n

"You don't need sex from me. you don't even want a relationship with me."

"so, what do you want Eren?"

My eyes kept with the floor as she waited for an answer

"you don't love her"

"you don't love me"

"hell, I'm not even sure if you love Alma anymore"

"don't you dare talk about my daughter" I snapped at her

"Why? because you know it's true. you're not here because you want to be. you're here because you have to be."

I stayed silent. my eyes burning into hers

"I'm right arent I?" she asks as I start to break

"How would your family react if they heard you got someone knocked up just to leave?"

"Grisha's son. unemployed and lonely with a baby he forgot about"

"I love Alma."  "I know you do. but you also wish she were never born"

"Why? what the hell does that matter now? It happened, whatever, we dealt with it"

"because. you know you can't have both"

"a life with Alma and I, or a life with Y/n"

and that's where I am now.

having my head buried in Y/n's neck as my tears soak into her shirt

trying to keep my sobs as silent as possible but a few hiccups escape my lips as I hug her tighter

"I love you so much, I love you so fucking much"

pathetic.

I'm pathetic.

running for forgiveness to an unconscious woman that doesn't deserve any of this pain.

I whisper my remorse into her hair and as I do I let go of everything I had with Historia

Historia was a mistake, all of this was a simple mistake 

a mistake, she will never know about

Chapter 12

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Daddy Issues | Draco Malfoy

Wow I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disappear like that Lovelies! Sometimes I forget depression and writers block are a thing until they punch me in the face and force me to go MIA for a hundred years! I guess I’m back? I hope? Fingers crossed? Anyway, I’m sorry this isn’t a TVD fic but I figured Y’all would appreciate something over nothing. I missed you all more than I can say! I hope you enjoy, I love you all!

Description: Draco and y/n are best friends until Draco’s father threatens y/n. She avoids Draco until he confronts her.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: Like none, it’s kinda sad but not really, the only flaw is bad writing

Word count: 3.4k

Tags: Angst, FLUFF

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Your heart stings from across the courtyard, the gap between you and the blonde boy tangible. For a second you don't know whether or not your heart is even in your chest anymore or if it’s in his hands. In that case your heart is sitting on a bench, sandwiched between Blaise Zabini and Vincent Crabbe. Maybe he isn’t holding your heart, though, maybe he is your heart, in which case you’re avoiding your heart’s piercing gaze. 

Your hands twitch at your sides, itching to grab his or to twist through his silky hair or do anything other than lay idle when he is only mere steps away from you. Your hands ache to touch him and usually you would be doing just that: clinging to his robes or twisting the rings around on his fingers or simply tangling your own fingers with his slender ones. Your hands feel painfully empty without him to hold on to. 

That makes sense though, he’s your best friend after all. You’re rarely ever spotted less than five feet away from each other. Everyone at Hogwarts can see how utterly entwined you are, every part of him wrapped around your finger and every part of you sitting precisely in the palm of his hand. You orbit each other, drawn in by a gravity that the rest of the student body can’t deny.

Right now, though, that gravity is being tested and everyone feels a little bit like they’re floating away. 

Draco sits exactly seventeen feet and four inches away from you. You can feel his eyes on the back of your head, like lasers, searing into your black and gold jumper and refusing to look away. It burns but you embrace it, taking any contact, even imagined, that you can get from him. Even if it hurts. You would gladly burn for the blonde Slytherin if it made him happy. This doesn’t make him happy, though, being ignored by the girl that commands his entire life. You know that, but you also know that it’s for the best. 

You run your hands through your hair, tugging on the strands relentlessly and closing your eyes. You see his father, the tall, grim man, and replay the conversation you had in your head. 

“He has a bright future ahead of him, y/n.” 

Lucious had backed you into a corner, both metaphorically and literally, the stone of the castle biting harshly into your skin, “I know that, sir.”

He stood tall, menacingly, like he was bigger than the castle itself, “he doesn’t have time for nonsense, y/n.”

Your hands trembled, the cold of the dungeon nipping at them fiercely, “he’s very bright, Mr. Malfoy, I don’t think I’m slowing him down.”

The neutral, if not cold, expression on his face switched then to one of red hot anger, “did I ask what you think? It’s time the two of you separate. He is to be married next year and not to some silly Hufflepuff girl.”

“We’re just friends, sir,” your eyes had long since found the floor.

“Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. If I catch you near him from this day on I will not hesitate to destroy you, do you understand me? Do not speak to him again.”

That was two weeks ago and you haven’t dared to go near him since, spending every waking moment of your spare time in the Hufflepuff common room. You aren’t brave, you didn’t march up to your best friend and tell him that his father threatened to destroy you. You would be lying if you said you even thought about it. The reality of it is that you’re a coward and have iced Draco out in fear of having his father hurt either of you.  

His father’s words still ring in your head. Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. Your heart flutters hard in your chest, your rib cage the only barrier keeping it from finding him across the courtyard. Draco is infatuated with you. Apparently. He hasn’t said so, only his father. Still, you can’t help but hope that it’s true.

But then that makes your chest burn and palms sting again. You aren’t allowed to hope that Draco wants you. You aren’t even allowed to hope that he wants to be your friend. You’re not allowed anywhere near him, let alone allowed to kiss him. Would he even kiss you? Probably not. You tug even harder on your hair, as if pulling each strand out will somehow take the pain away. Don’t be daft.

“Y/n,” gentle hands wrap around your tight fists, “you’re hurting yourself.”

You forgot Luna was there, sitting next to you on the bench, the bench that is seventeen feet and four inches away from Draco. You let the airy Ravenclaw unravel your fingers and hold one of your hands, rubbing circles on the back of your palm. It doesn’t feel the same, her grip is too soft, her fingers too short. Draco’s fingers are longer. 

You shake your head, trying to clear the fog of him from your senses, “sorry, I know I’m not the best company right now.”

Luna only smiles at you and rolls her eyes gently, “I know it’s hard for you right now.”

Of course you told her. You weren’t able to tell Draco so you turned to Luna, your other best friend. You nod your head at the blonde girl, too tired to speak. 

“I think you should tell him though, he looks bloody miserable without you,” your eyes widen as if on their own accord.

You feel dizzy at the thought and not the good kind like when Draco spins you around. No, this is the bad kind of ‘I’m definitely going to throw up’ dizzy. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears rapidly. Thump, thump, thump. It almost sounds like footsteps, angry ones, pounding towards you. That can’t be right.

“I can’t tell him, Luna, you know that.”

A hand lands on your shoulder, warmth spreading through your jumper. You open your mouth, ready to thank Luna for relentlessly comforting you, but close it quickly when a thought hits you. You glance down to your lap, just to double check. There, on your lap rests your hand carefully wrapped up in both of Luna’s. Crap. 

“What can’t you tell me?” It takes everything in you to not let his familiar voice curl around you and pull you further into his touch.

You shift out of his hold, not turning to look at him yet, afraid to see the expression on his face. Would it be anger? Sadness? Disgust? The last one makes your heart drop, the thought of the blonde boy being repulsed by you causing you to curl into yourself slightly. You would take anything from him but that.

You stand curtly, turning to face Draco, all too aware of the lack of space between you and him. Six inches at the most, every breath he takes makes his chest brush yours. You still don’t look up at him, not anywhere ready to meet the eyes of the boy you’ve been avoiding. 

You lock your eyes on his silver and green tie, mumbling to it instead of him, “What makes you think I was talking about you, Draco?”

You finally glance up at him and wish you hadn’t. His eyes, usually a bright blue, are dull and rimmed with red. The bruises under his eyes stand out against his cheeks. He’s always had dark circles but this is extreme. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, like he hasn’t eaten in days. It’s almost garish, but then again nothing could ever make the Slytherin Prince look anything less than perfect. He looks destroyed, almost as if his father had gotten to him too. You have to stop yourself from reaching out, choosing instead to look away again.

“Are you serious right now? Tell me this is all a joke y/n!” The courtyard goes silent when Draco raises his voice.

You squeeze your fists, the tone of his voice a punch in the gut. He never shouts at you. Draco is never anything but soft around you. Right now, however, he’s seething. No one around you dares to make a sound.

You close your eyes, trying desperately to stop a traitorous flood of tears, “Draco, please don’t do this right now.”

Draco takes a step back, as if your words had shoved him, “if not now then when? You’ve given me no choice! You run every time you see me, you don’t answer my notes. Do you even read them anymore? Can you just explain why you bloody hate me?”

His voice cracks when he says hate, like its acid in his mouth. In any way it’s acid to your ears. You could never hate Draco, it’s very much the opposite actually. You’re painfully in love with him.

“I don’t,” you have to pause to clear your throat, trying to rid the lump, “I could never hate you.”

His hand grasps you chin gently, his rings cold against your skin as he pulls your face up to meet his eyes, “then tell me what’s going on. Please.”

You squeeze your eyes close, sinking into the warmth of his palm for a moment. You can’t remember a time you’ve gone this long without the blonde boy touching you. You can’t stop the tears from trailing down your cheeks and into his palm. You can feel the hitch in his breath as if it had come from your own lungs. You wrap your own hands around his, squeezing his fingers gently before pulling them away from you.

“I can’t, Dra. We can’t do this anymore. I’m,” your voice trembles, your eyes still closed, his hand still locked in yours, “I’m not good for you. We can’t be friends.”

You release his hand, taking a few steps back from the love of your life. This time, though, he doesn’t let you get as far, taking two steps towards you for every step you take away from him. It doesn’t take him long before he’s in front of you again, closer and even more determined. His eyes burn into yours, his hands restless. You know he wants to touch you. At least, you hope he does. You want to.

“Don’t say that,” there’s a strength behind his words, one you have yet to hear until now, “don’t you dare say that! Tell me what’s going on y/n, you need to tell me! I can fix it. I can make it better whatever it is just please tell me. Please, love.”

Love. That’s new. Your heart cracks even more when he says it and maybe that’s because you know you won’t get to hear it again. You wish you could grab the word from his lips and hold on to it. You want to put it in your pocket so at least you can have a part of him, the very best part of him, for when he walked away. But you can’t, so there’s no use in trying. 

“You can’t fix it this time, Draco,” you take another step back and your back hits the rough surface of a tree.

He fills the space between the two of you once more and this time you’re stuck. Your palms continue to sting, reminding you relentlessly how much you need to touch him. You scrunch the hem of your jumper, trying desperately to quell the pain. Your wrists feel like they’re on fire, something you’ve come to realise that means you’re about to have a panic attack. He can't see that happen, you refuse to fall apart in front of him. 

Of course he notices, though. That’s your Draco, he notices everything about you. That’s his job. 

He grabs your face again, stopping you from frantically looking everywhere but him, “of course I can. When have I not fixed your problems? Remember when those Ravenclaws’ were messing with you? I took care of that, didn’t I? And Parkinson? Zabini? I took care of them too. Remember when Snape wouldn’t let you hand in your assignment because you had the flu? And the time you passed out in the stairwell? I fixed those too because I can. Because I wanted to and I do what I want. Now, all I’ve wanted for days is you so if someone said something to you I need you to tell me so I can sort them out and get my best friend back. Now.”

He stares into your eyes the entire time, daring you to turn away. You feel like you can’t breathe, your hands once again wrapped around his but this time clinging for dear life. You’ve been terrified for two weeks and the exhaustion hits you in one, whopping punch to your stomach, the second punch of the day. Without warning your legs give out, all of your weight falling into the blonde who seems to expect it. His arms wrap around you, holding you against his chest for the first time in what feels like ages.

You don’t realise that you’re sobbing until you try to speak, “Dra, I’m so scared. I’m tired,” you grip his robes in your fists, your head falling against his chest, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this, I feel like I’m falling apart.”

He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him. You can feel the sigh of relief he releases and his heartbeat slowing as if it’s your own. Maybe that’s because yours does the same. For the first time in weeks you’re engulfed in Draco and you cling to him, circling your arms around his waist and pulling yourself impossibly close. He wastes no time either, wrapping his cloak around you and burying his face in your neck. 

Your body shakes furiously in his arms, everything you’ve been bottling up comes pouring out in a torrent of sobs and hiccups. Draco presses closer to you, towering over you and shielding you from the rest of the world. You let his peppermint scent engulf you completely,

“For Salazar’s sake y/n I need you to tell me what’s wrong. I need to fix it, love. Please tell me,” his voice is low and choked.

He’s right, you know he’s right. You squeeze your eyes tighter and grip his back, savouring the muscles under his dress shirt for a few more seconds before you know you’ll have to let go.

“Your father told me we couldn’t see each other anymore. He told me,” you pull out of his arms, leaning back against the tree, “he said, well, it doesn’t matter what he said. We just can’t be together.” Draco’s eyes widen and your cheeks heat up, your words ringing through your ears, “I mean we can’t be friends.”

Draco steps closer to you, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes. He mumbles something under his breath that you can’t hear but you’re almost positive that it’s a curse. When he opens his eyes, your heart stops. His blue eyes burn into yours, glassy and angry but with something else too, something hot and fierce. Your heart restarts when he places his arms against the tree, caging you between it and him. You can’t resist placing your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat pick up as well.

“What did my father say, y/n.” He isn’t asking you, he’s telling you.

You lower your eyes, not bothering to fight him anymore, “he told me he would destroy me if I kept being friends with you. He said you were getting married and that you could never marry a Hufflepuff and that he would destroy me if he had to.”

He staggers back with each word, like each one shoves him more than the last. He squeezes his fists before straightening his fingers, shoving them once more through his hair. His shoulders are tense, his back straight. His eyes are screwed shut again. 

“Bloody hell,” he pulls at his hair, biting his lip, “he’s lost his damn mind.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, tugging at your jumper, suddenly hot all over. Now is not the time to be getting riled up over Draco but you can’t help it, he looks exquisite. Messy hair and an un-tucked shirt, the veins in his hand prominent and his rings glittering in the afternoon sun. He’s absolutely and undeniably perfect.

“It’s ok, Dra, you’ll be ok,” you try your best to comfort him but he snaps his eyes open, looking at you like you’ve gone mad as well.

“My dad threatened to kill you! No I am not okay!”

This time you walk to him, pulling him into your chest again and wrapping your arms around his neck. He sweeps his arms around your waist, pulling you so close that you have to stand on your tiptoes to keep your arms around him. His hands grasp your hips tight and you immediately know what he wants. You oblige, wanting it just as much if not more, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his stomach. You tuck your face into his neck this time, breathing in the slightest hint of apples, green ones. 

You don’t speak, practically feeling the words bubbling in his chest, “My dad told you he was going to kill you, love. He threatened you and he didn’t even tell me. I am definitely not okay. I need to do something. I need to talk to him. And he told you I was getting married? He’s lucky he isn’t here. I don’t care if he’s my father, nobody talks to my girl like that.”

He’s rambling, something he does when he’s at his end. His words wrap around you, tangling with every part of you and sinking into your skin. They lull you into a daze of sorts, almost nodding off on your best friends shoulder. You don’t realise how tired you are until you’re in his arms, safe. And then it hits you, and you’re wide awake again.

“Your girl?”

You cut him off mid sentence, squeezing your legs tighter around him to bring his attention back to you.

“What did you say, love?” Draco hikes you further up his body, readjusting his grip on you.

Your cheeks flame, your neck hot. His eyes bore into yours, searching for something that you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give. His lips are so close to yours, his breath hitting your lips with every exhale. The courtyard around you fades away and Hogwarts itself holds its breath.

“Did you call me your girl, Draco?”

He doesn’t blush like you thought he would, “yes, I did. That’s what you are. Mine. And Merlin help my father for trying to take you away from me.”

You stare at him for a few seconds, letting his words sink into your flesh. They curl around your bones, laying down a warmth that you’ve been craving for longer than you can remember. He’s right. Of course he’s right, he’s Draco. You are his and you always have been. His arm around your back tightens, jostling you enough to make you cling harder to him. Your fingers find their way to the nape of his neck, tangling in his hair. He leans his head back, giving in to your touch willingly. 

He holds your gaze as your fingers weave through his silky hair, capturing you with his eyes and refusing to let go, “I’m yours, Draco. Please don’t let me go.”

He leans his forehead against yours, “never, love.”

Hogwarts releases the breath it had been holding, the noise of the courtyard once more fluttering around you. You go to get down from Draco but he stops you, tightening his arms. You only shake your head and smile, letting the sunshine warm your face.

Your heart aches slightly still though, “what are we going to do about your father, Dra?

He starts walking, the sudden movement causing you to tug his hair a little harder.

His voice is strained when he finally answers, leaning down to rub his cheek against your head, “just let me handle that, ok?” 

You give in, for now, laying your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes for the final time, “where are we going, Dra?”

“We, my love, are going to take a very much needed nap.” 

[shangsclaws]

Mask

Description: Kabal needs his face shield fixed.

Includes: postburn!Kabal x reader

wrote this out of the blue cos mr track star needs some love hehe

also wanted to dedicate this to @zombbean , i’m in love with how u draw kabal (and literally everything else) 🥺 check them out!

"Before it broke...how long has your respirator been like this?" You asked Kabal, who looked back at you sheepishly. "I would hope not very long."

"A couple of months, actually. Maybe a year? I don't fucking know," he blurted, rushing through his words as if he had somewhere to be.

You sighed. The mangled respirator sat patiently at your desk, looking back at the both of you sadly. It would be a pain in the ass to fix.

"Do you need a temporary mask for now? I can make one for you while you wait."

"Why would...how long will the original one take to repair?"

"Kabal," you sighed, motioning your hand to the mask, "that shit is done for. It’ll take weeks, maybe months.”

He looked on in panic, panic you did not see when you’d made your way to the mask. What had he done?

“Do you mind telling me how the hell you even breathe with this thing on? The filters have gone to shit.”

“I kinda just managed, I guess.”

With great reverence, never mind the dread brewing in his chest, Kabal watched as you carefully took his respirator into your hands. You were so gentle, he noted, which sent butterflies soaring in his stomach.

“This looks like a clean cut.” You brought the mask together, connecting the two pieces where they’d been broken off. “Like a blade cut through it or something.”

Chuckling to yourself, you mused. “Did you purposely do this?”

Kabal hesitated.

In his silence, the sunny grin on your face had faded. Your expression quickly contorted into a rather confused one, spinning around to face the mercenary.

He looked at you in horror.

“What the hell did you do to your mask?”

“...it was an accident.”

“Then why did you go quiet when I said you-“

“I just needed a reason to talk to you.”

In his face was a sad concoction of shame and embarrassment, only made worse by the tufts of hair falling into his eyes. He quickly brought a hand up to bring them back, running swiftly over the top of his head, before averting his gaze.

“You’re always so busy with Kano’s bullshit, I didn’t know how else to approach you. So I took to your workshop while you were on break one day and kinda just...sawed it in two.”

‘Kano’s bullshit’ was indeed something that kept you busy. He always demanded new upgrades for his cybernetic heart, for his eye shield, for his everything. But this? This was outrageous.

It would be funny if it weren’t so sad. (Portal 2 anybody? lol)

“Well...you’re here now I guess.”

Both of you inwardly winced at your reply. You were glad he was here, if anything you’d felt the same way about work and Kabal himself, but being friendly was not your strong suit. Locked away in your workshop for hours on end, there was never really the need to be.

“Look, I’m sorry if it’ll take you too long. I’ll just go out and buy a-“

“It’s okay, Kabal. I need a project to get my mind off things anyways.”

He blinked. “No really, I don’t wanna disturb you.”

“You aren’t.”

Setting the mask down behind you, you walked over to Kabal.

Prior to his burns, Kano told you he was once a chipper man. That much did not change around the likes of Erron and the Aussie, you noticed this, but with you he was painfully different. Timid. Unsure. The poor man.

The feeling of your gaze unbearable, Kabal tensed his jaw and looked away. The peaks and depressions of his healed flesh looked magnificent under the light of your workshop, and quite suddenly he looked kissable. You were terribly embarrassed that the thought came to your mind. But — and only to forgive yourself the urge — you figured he needed your kindness either way, looking so sorry and to the side.

“My break starts at 11. Ends at 12. Meet me here.”

You leaned in to peck his cheek. Kabal, unsure why you were getting so close to his face, turned his head before your lips could land on its intended place. You found yourself pecking the spot just beside his lips.

Pulling away, you looked at each other for a brief moment. Kabal looked mortified. You did too.

“Sorry...I meant to-“

Taking you by the small of your back, the mercenary leaned into your embarrased face, lips landing squarely on each other this time. Another hand squeezed gently at your shoulder.

He was hungry, almost desperate with his kiss. You were left feeling slightly winded by the time he’d pulled away.

It happened too quickly.

“I’ll see you around then.” He cooed not inches from your face, which didn’t register in your head. You were still processing what had occurred just then.

When you’d come to your senses, he’d dashed off, only streaks of muted violet in the air as evidence of his presence. In his wake a wrench had come crashing down onto your poor foot, making you yelp in pain.

Kabal came running right back.

“What happened?” He asked, putting a worried hand on your hunched back.

Clutching to your foot, you laughed despite the searing pain.

“You tell me!”

[studioxlii]

18 and Junhee pls!! Xx

"to be fully seen by somebody, then, be loved anyhow is a human offering that can border on miraculous."

proof read: kinda

warnings: none

note(s): the format might be garbage, im mobile.

Love is a weird thing but so are the conditions that come with it; the limits that people decide need to be in place. You understood boundaries or not wanting to take too many steps before you knew the relationship would hold but some things never sat right with you. It took a few years but it wasn't until you overheard some of your project group talking that it finally hit you; most people you knew didn't want to date their best friends for two reasons.

1. It could ruin their friendship. This reason was obvious and of course you understood.

2. They'd seen way too much.

You remember hearing those words and your head lifting, confused and wondering what that could even mean. When you were in a relationship that would eventually progress, weren't they just going to see those things anyway? You never could let that thought go, not once you decided that would only make it better; it would make a relationship stronger. Well, in your eyes.

Dating was something that seemed to come easier to you before those thoughts started polluting your mind; no one seemed to understand or see you in a way you really wanted. The ideal person for you was someone who saw everything; the bad days, the good days and the maybe okay but not so great days. It was really starting to mess with you. By not wanting to date certain friends, were you restricting yourself from the relationship you really wanted?

Only one person, one friend, knew you better than you knew yourself, you were positive of that. Your best friend of nine years, Junhee, had probably been through almost every bad thing possible in life with you. You began recalling all the situations you'd been in with each other that were memorable; the things you wouldn't have faced with anyone else because you didn't want anyone else to see.

'Do you remember when you got your belly button pierced?'

And that's when it began.

The question came out of nowhere, breaking the silence of your apartment and leaving Junhee to look up from his book confused and blinking. 'Uh.. yes?' His response came out slow, hesitant like he was missing some weird in-between the lines meaning of the question.

Your head tilted, finally looking over at him. 'Do you remember the way you squeezed my hand to the point it was purple because it hurt so bad you nearly passed out?'

His features flushed at the ridiculous memory being forced back into his head. 'You mean the same day you had to cling to me, crying because your first tattoo felt like your leg was being seared off?'

You hated crying in front of people for any reason but you couldn't go alone; you'd never go alone for something like that. You just nodded in response before returning to your own book, continuing to read like you hadn't brought the subject up at all.

Your first date after you began recalling things and getting far too deep in what could only be sentimental thoughts went okay. A friend of your friend's, Sehyoon, who was an art major and knew of you but didn't know you; he'd never really integrated himself into the small friend circle on campus but Byeongkwan spoke highly of him.

He was sweet; a gentleman. Pretty much anything you could really ask for but you noticed little things; minute things that didn't even matter. You felt like you were being unreasonable or judgmental despite only picking out things that didn't match. Didn't match what, exactly?

He wasn't Junhee.

The realization had you suddenly shooting up from your seat, interrupting the poor male's answer to your question about his major and spilling out several apologies as you even fought to put money down for your own food. It took quite a few more 'I'm really sorry's before you were speeding out of the small restaurant; you'd make sure to call him later.

You found yourself in the only place that made sense: banging hard on the door of the RA for your building, hardly caring if you disturbed anyone else.

'What?' was the greeting you received from a very frustrated Donghun, wanting nothing more than to be left alone again. And yes, you called each other your friend.

'We have a really, really big problem.'

Being a mutual friend and despite not wanting to get involved in anyone's "drama", he spent two hours talking you out of it, down from it and against it, reminding you just why your newfound feelings for your best friend were a problem. He even reminded you of your comment, three years ago, about how you could never possibly like Junhee; how he remembered that and you didn't, you didn't care to ask.

You returned home a wreck, tired and wanting to burn your own emotions. Were you really uncovering some unconsciously buried feelings or did you just like the fact that he /saw/ you? He'd seen you nearly on your deathbed sick.

He'd seen you living in a depression nest for two weeks, barely able to get out a bed and eating nothing but honey buns and cereal.

He'd seen you grieve family members and pets; seen you walk into the rain and scream at the top of your lungs because of how lost in despair you'd been.

He'd seen you drunk and stupid; he'd seen you the night after a one night stand and hungover to the point you wanted to fight the sun.

He'd sat by you absolutely throwing your guts up.

He had seen every single side of you and you'd seen the same from him but it only started to stack further and further.

You knew his favorite songs because God forbid he only have one. You knew his favorite color, favorite food and his weird retirement plan that involved a tiny petting zoo of his own that he refused to just call a farm. Your pins for everything were each other's birthdates and he was the only other name on your bank account. Why?

Staring down at the menu you'd seen over a hundred times, you were sure, you couldn't decide on just what sounded good and part of you just wanted everything. Those moments staring at words that started to blur, you noticed Junhee hadn't touched his menu and kept shifting around, visibly uncomfortable for reasons you couldn't possible figure out.

'It's unlike you to not be going off about the food here.. or already having ordered your favorite drink that, I recall, you said you'd die without if you didn't have it every time you came here,' you began, closing the menu and setting it down with narrowed eyes, 'what's going on?'

'It's stupid. Just.. order and get some food, I'll probably just eat later. I'm not really hungry.'

That was a bold faced lie and you knew it, the concern growing. 'And, what's the oh-so-stupid reason, exactly?'

It took him a minute, shifting more and acting like a child who had gotten in trouble. 'I, uh.. I can't really..' he gestured around, lips pursed and growing even more upset by the second, you could tell by the way he was trying to stop himself from frowning. 'Can't really afford it.' You were college students, it wasn't the world's biggest secret if you couldn't afford something.

'Do you really think I'm just going to eat in front of you?' You snorted, avoiding any comment that would further his being upset over the situation, 'Don't worry about it and order, okay?'

Financial struggles were no quiet matter between the two of you and never had been since you started school. Junhee lived off campus in an apartment with two shitty roommates, a terrible part time job and parents that pretty much didn't care if he perished on the side of the street somewhere. You, on the other hand, which you didn't like bringing up, were doing fine but only because your parents dropped something of an 'allowance' into your account for foods and necessities.

You ignored his attempt to argue and told him if he didn't order something, you were going to do it for him; he shut up.

The next day, you took a trip to the bank.

You could feel eyes on you as you splayed across the couch, staring at the ceiling and contemplating life and all of it's annoyances. No question left you but even if you wanted to say something, you were cut off.

'So, are you going to tell me what's going on? For the past.. three weeks? You've been asking me all sorts of weird stuff,' Junhee inquired, frowning thoughtfully, 'Are you testing me or something? Trust me, yes, I remember every single second I've spent with you. I remember every word you've said, the names of every guy you've been with and the ones I'd like to fight. I remember every birthday and gift I've given you and the ones you've given me. Yes, I remember your favorite things and everything so, what's the deal?'

It sounded sentimental at first but then you noticed that all too familiar waiver in his voice and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his hands fiddling with the chain bracelet that had adorned his wrist for five years; he wanted to cry. A crying Junhee was something no one ever wanted on your hands and you briefly recalled a phone call from a very panicked Byeongkwan because of just that but you were letting your thoughts get off topic.

'I think I'm in love with you.'

'If you don't want to be fri-'

You were both cut off as your head turned to finally look at him, soaking in the unreadable expression on his features when someone busted through the door; 'Look!'

Both of you looked towards your two friends that invited themselves into your door, one holding a new cat and the other looking just as pleased with the announcement but it gradually dropped. 'Shit, did we interrupt something?' Of course, you always knew when you finally and truly confessed to someone that it would be Byeongkwan who ruined the whole thing; you used it as an escape, though, reminding yourself of what the confession could do to your friendship.

'New minion, I see,' you chimed, sitting up and ignoring the question, both of them, as you rose to greet Donghun's new pet. You were ignorant to the looks shared between the three boys and you were happy about that.

Now, you just had to avoid it ever coming up again until it was forgotten.

Junhee, however, didn't want that to happen.

After about an hour of chitchatting and ignoring the gaze of your best friend, you excused yourself under the excuse of having a meetup for a class, despite it being your dorm, and managed to weasel your way out. There was really nowhere to go, no one to talk to and you surely didn't have any plans for the next week; you ended up at the café on campus. It was quiet and filled mostly with a few students doing work and the two members of staff behind the counter, one eventually joining you at the table. He didn't say anything, waited for you to stop your dramatic Disney scene and acknowledge him.

'Would you date me, Yu?'

Taken a bit off guard, he ended up snorting. 'I can't tell if this is a trap or you want the genuine answer,' he replied, crossing his arms atop the table, 'but, on the hand that it's serious.. probably. I mean, I definitely wouldn't turn you down. We've known each other for a few years, hang out on a regular basis.. get along and have a lot of similar interests. So, yeah.'

The answer made your lips draw into a deep frown and you tapped your fingers against the cup, soaking up every word. 'Even though we're friends? What if we broke up?'

A soft 'ah' came from him as he realized what was really going on and he shrugged, thinking it over for a minute or two. 'We're both adults and I don't believe either of us would do something so that the breakup would be something that could ruin our friendship. I understand it would be like.. friends then it being intimate then back to friends, but I think both of us are mature enough to deal with that and not let it bother us too much.' He spoke like he'd been through it several times and in reality, it had only been once, a small fling with a mutual friend but they still seemed pretty okay. 'Is this about Jun?'

'Does everyone know?' You groaned out, releasing the cup to lean back and rub your hands over your face in defeat, 'I.. I told him I think I love him then Kwan and Donghun showed up and I bailed because now I don't actually want to face him or admit to ever actually saying it. I do! I do love him! I don't.. I don't want to lose him, you know?'

You could see the way the latter looked at you, sympathetic and calculating what words wouldn't just stress you out further. 'Look.. I know you don't want to hear it from me or anyone else for that matter because you want to keep saying it'll ruin your friendship when in reality, you don't like the idea that you could hurt each other, I was the same way with Donghun, so I understand.. but, you should really see all this from an outsider's point of view. Junhee looks at you like you hung the moon and you look at him like he painted the stars; yes, it's been like that since I've met you and a reminder, it's been years. I don't know what took you so long to realize it or if you've just avoided it this whole time but anyone would have to be blind not to see it. Now,' he sighed deeply as he finished and straightened, 'I think you should probably go and talk to him about it considering you just confessed then ditched but it's your choice. I don't think you have anything to worry about.. for either of you. You're the most loyal person I know, so I have no doubt you'd ever hurt him in a way that would ruin you guys and he can barely swat at a fly or sit still through hearing thunder, you think he's going to do something? Regardless.. one of these days, soon, you'll have to face it and I really hope you don't go into it with the cliché reason of your friendship being ruined.'

The words sank in slow and you wanted nothing but to cry your eyes out because he was right; he always was and you hated it. It took a while for you to speak and he seemed okay with that, briefly leaving you to fill a couple orders before returning. 'I know you're leaving for break tomorrow.. tell him before then.' Those were his last words before he bid you good luck and a good night, heading back to his own dorm, most likely to call Donghun now that he'd projected just a little bit.

Irrationality was a word that would be in your character description box and the word stupid could very well be right next to it because when you got home, you packed your bag and decided to leave early, not bothering to let any of your friends know. You needed time and you were being selfish, so selfish to the point you thought maybe he'd just hate you when you got back.

Oh boy were you wrong.

Two days into being back home and confiding in your mother who promptly smacked you upside the back of the head, you found yourself sitting on the porch and moping, split between what to do. You suspected the boys were a bit angry with you when you noticed the ample amount of texts, voicemails, social messages and phone calls that had gone ignored; you caught a glimpse of the absolute book Yuchan took the time to send you, leaving you kind of scared to even open it. It didn't take long for the guilt to set in but you chose to wait until you were back on campus to deal with it.

Or at least, that was your plan.

'So, I know you've never been a fan of confrontation but.. you've never been the type to run away.'

The sudden voice startled you as you hadn't even noticed anyone pull up and of course, upon looking up, you were met with the face you were trying to avoid the most. Junhee stood at the end of the sidewalk looking pitiful and shifting his weight in a nervous manner. You didn't bother trying to speak, not knowing what to say but you did wait for the rant, the berating that you deserved; that wasn't who he was though.

He even stayed quiet for a minute or two, making his way closer to sit on the steps, looking up towards your figure. 'Did you mean it?'

You could have answered right away, poured your heart out and let out the tears you'd been holding in since the moment you left. Instead, you stayed quiet and pulled your knees closer to your chest, not trusting your own voice. He didn't relent though, reaching out to lightly nudge your knee.

'That's all I need to know.. did you mean it? If.. if you didn't I can just leave and we don't have to bother with it again.'

'And, if I did..?' Finally finding your voice, you looked over to him, chewing hard on your lower tier, nervous and kind of wanting to throw up.

You could see him thinking it over before a faint smile showed up. 'I'd most likely cry.. but I'm going to cry either way,' he began, shrugging his shoulders while moving up to sit next to you, 'I'd also tell you that I love you, too and I've been trying to tell you that for years now.'

The confession made your heart flutter, your skin burn and the butterflies being kept back burst in delight in your gut. 'Even.. after everything we've been through? Everything you've seen..?'

Junhee nodded. 'Mhm. I'd go through it all again and what do you mean? I've seen nothing but you.'

[j-amespotter]

★ this is me trying - r. l.

“i had the shiniest wheels, now they’re rusting.”

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

x. x. x. 

Summary: After the life-altering events of 1981, Remus begins to heal. Sometimes, the smallest gestures make the biggest difference.

Genre/Warnings: angst/kinda fluffy at the end, alcoholism, depression, mentions of war & death

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: let me know if you would like to be added to my taglist. feedback is always appreciated :) reader is gender neutral. 

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You wrapped your fingers around a cup of tea, sipping it slowly, staring out of your window with a blank expression. It was easy to ignore the searing pain of the scalding heat on your hand. You clutched the mug tighter in an attempt to feel something. Lately, it hardly made a difference.

Numb. That was the only word you could use to describe your life now. Your modest flat now felt like a hollow cave, symbolic of very bitter reality.

You wished you appreciated how fine everything was before. Sure, you lived every day in fear of your life, but you knew you were fighting for the right cause. The darkest wizard to walk the earth targeted your best friends and their innocent child, but you knew they were safe. You lived every day without the love of your life, but you knew he was yours. It wasn’t perfect, but it was fine. It was enough. 

There was a soft knock on your door. Closing your eyes, you sighed. It was easier to pretend you didn’t hear it. It was easier to keep the door closed. 

You couldn’t ignore it for too long. The knocker was persistent. The taps on the door echoed your racing heart. Instinctively, you eyed your wand on the coffee table. Only a few months had passed since the Dark Lord’s downfall, but Death Eaters still wandered the streets. You were urged to remain vigilant, but not a single part of you cared anymore. There was nothing left to live for. Besides, without James, Lily, Sirius, Peter, or Remus, why would they come after you? 

Regardless, a small part of you sustained a sense of self-preservation. Your wand dangled noncommittally from your fingers as you approached the door, dreading to see whoever was on the other side. 

You gasped. Your boyfriend looked almost exactly as you remembered him. His robes were torn at the edges and he was sporting a full beard. His eyes were wide, flowing with emotion. “(Y/N)...” he croaked. 

Moments passed between the both of you, the silence weighing heavier as time went on. “Hello, Remus,” you said softly, meeting his eyes for barely a second before having to turn away. 

“Can I come in?” asked Remus weakly. He peered over your shoulder at the home that was once his. 

Wordlessly, you stepped aside. Remus took tentative steps forward, scanning the room almost out of habit. “It looks as if nothing’s changed.” 

“But everything has,” you countered. 

You heard his sharp intake of breath. Perhaps he was surprised by your directness, but you weren’t in the mood for small talk. With Remus Lupin, nothing ever happened without a reason. You were itching to find out why he returned. Why, after everything that happened last time, did he come back? 

“I just wanted to talk,” he whispered. “There is so much to say.”

“Not on my end,” you responded cuttingly. “I would offer you something to drink, but I’m afraid I don’t have anything that fits your tastes.” 

Remus swallowed thickly, pausing before answering. “I haven’t… I haven’t been drinking these days.” 

You raised your eyebrows in genuine surprise. “Oh. That’s…” Good? Strange? You settled with “different.”

He looked down in shame. “Water is fine.” 

Feeling slightly guilty at your lack of hospitality, you forced a smile. “How about some tea?” 

With all the strength he could muster, Remus returned your smile. “If it’s not an inconvenience.”

“Not at all.”

☆

It was odd, seeing him sitting on his sofa, sipping his tea, from his mug, in his flat. You never thought nostalgia could hurt so much. You and Remus sat ten feet apart, in the same room but worlds away. It was as if you were old acquaintances, not lovers. 

“So, where have you been staying?” you asked, unsure if you wanted to know the answer. 

His hesitation was so readable. “Here and there,” he answered vaguely. 

“Meaning nowhere,” you deciphered. “Why?” 

Remus sighed. “There is no place in our world for someone like me.” 

“That’s not true,” you argued. “Your place was here. With me.” 

He stared at you with a dazed, innocent expression. “Was?” asked Remus, instantly widening his eyes regretfully. 

You could tell that he lost his grip over his words. A part of you didn’t want to interrupt him. You wanted to hear the truth for once but decided to spare him the trouble. “Was,” you repeated firmly. “You told me I wasn’t worth staying. How can I forgive that?” 

Remus looked pained. “You shouldn’t, I know… but I came here to apologize anyway. I was a fool… I was drunk, stupid. You name it.”

“Remus, I don’t know what to say,” you whispered, voice cracking. “I was here for you. I wanted to help. But that night, you said all those things. Look at me, Remus. It killed me.” 

Tears were streaming down his face. “I am so sorry. So, so sorry. You have no idea. It was more hurt than I have ever felt. It was more than I have ever suffered, losing them…” he trailed off, fists clenched, gazing resolutely at his feet. “I’m angry with myself. I was the one living with the pack. Dumbledore sent me away to stop something like this from happening. I should have seen it coming… and I should have been here. I should have saved them all… James, Lily, Peter… from him.” 

You didn’t ask who he was referring to. Tentatively, you touched his shoulder. He winced, but thankfully, did not pull away. You pressed a gentle kiss on his temple. “None of us saw it coming,” you said softly. 

Remus shook in your arms. “Please forgive me,” he breathed between sobs. “I shouldn’t have left you. I know that now. I was horrible to you… I know I have no right, but–”

Clutching his trembling body, you hushed him. “It’s alright, Remus. I forgive you. I love you and… and you’re supposed to forgive the people you love.” 

He gasped in mangled surprise and relief. “God, I love you. You are more than I deserve, angel.” His fingers trailed up your arm, almost as if he was asking your permission. With the receipt of an almost imperceptible nod, he leaned in closer, pressing his lips against yours. 

You practically melted into him, surprised at the way your utter delight trumped the conflicting emotions swimming in your mind. He left… but he was here. He came back! His kiss felt like patching a deep wound, and slowly, you felt a floating feeling of recovery in your heart. Still, there was a lot left to discuss. You tore yourself away from him before succumbing to primal instinct. “Remus, things have to change. You can’t just walk away. I won’t be able to take it.” 

“There is not much I can do for you. I doubt I will ever be able to do enough. But I am here, my love, that is all I can do. Never again,” he pledged, and with one look in his eyes, you knew it was true.  

“That’s more than enough, darling.”

He came back.

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[avada-kedavrugh]

Murderer.

You confront Draco Malfoy after the death of Dumbledore. A lot of angst occurs. Maybe he isn’t as bad as you thought? 

Pairing | Draco x Reader

Genre | Angst

Words | 2373

Warning | Mentions of war, depression, suicide kinda?, death, swearing. 

Fired on by your pure rage and fury, a bitter feeling building in your chest, you stormed through the corridors, crashing into other students which only served to anger you more.  

People frantically dodged you as you went on your rampage. Your flared nostrils, blazing eyes and the way your veins bulged from your clenched fists were a clear warning sign of your emotions. Anger. And no one wanted to get in the way of you now.

You muttered under your breath, letting the bitter feeling burn in your chest and immerse your emotions. A baptism into a pool of hatred and anger - spurred only by your need for revenge.  

A range of savage insults and curses left your lips, a sinful symphony all aimed at one person. No one could even hear you but inside your mind the words blared.

“Draco Malfoy, you murderer.”

As the light shrunk away, you took stock of your surrounding and realised you were nearing the common room. Slowing down, you realised you didn’t even know what you would say to him. The bitter feeling in your chest had spread across your body and had now marinated every bone in your body and had spurred you on your rampage. Now your mind was empty. All the bitter words that had rushed through your head now vanished and you were dumbfounded by this new found silence in your head.  

Shaking yourself a little, you hoped that your anger was all you needed to keep you going. Draco Malfoy would get what he deserved. After all he’s done. With that, you felt your legs move forward again as the bitterness consumed you.

The only light from the depths of darkness were weak torches that flickered in the cold air that lapped at your robes as you stormed along. In the darkness, your eyes fell upon a Slytherin student minding their own business.

“Where is he?” You hissed. The student’s eyes darted to you, struggling to make you out in the dim-lit halls, your own eyes glared back at him. Burning through him, the dark glint in your eyes seemed to flicker in your eyes as you glared at him.

His eyebrows fell in a look of confusion and then irritation as he grunted back.

“Who?”

“Who? Who? What are you a flipping owl? Draco Malfoy! Tell him to come here and show his repulsive face.” You snapped at the boy.

The student’s irritated look switched to one of pure anger as he sneered at you. As he took a bellowing step towards you, his large figure entering the light and casting a dark shadow over you. Perhaps stupidly, you took a step towards him. The bitterness in your mind clouding your judgement. You were not about to back down and you definitely not let anything or anyone get in the way of the justice you sought to give out.

A venomous feeling pooled in your throat. You felt something cruel inside you tug at your body. As if you were just a puppet of some supreme being. Taking full control of your mind.  

You felt a pull as your hand moved towards your wand. As curses, even you in your clouded state of mind knew you should never use, teased you from the darkest depths of your mind.  

For a second. A split second. You saw the student’s face fall in a jumble of shock and fear. Then he seemed to immediately compose himself, his own body mirroring yours as he reached for his own wand. No doubt he had no idea just how cursed your thoughts were. How this raging soldier inside of you would stop at nothing to get to Draco.

Any doubts in your mind vanished as you raced to pull out your wand.

Grasping it in front of you.  

Pointing it at the boy.  

Taking another step forward, closing the gap between you and the boy, you found the dark shadow cast over you grow as the boy became illuminated by the torch above him.

The light cast over him and his face became clearer. A new feeling pooled over you. Your hand trembled and your grasp on your wand was weak.  

You didn’t even know his name.

The bitter feeling reigning over you tried to push that aside. The hymn of cruel words demanded that you hurt him.

But instead you stood facing the boy. Heart pounding in your chest and drowning out the cruel words.

Taking a deep breath and desperately holding onto your wand, you opened your mouth to speak.

“Why are you looking for me?” A cruel voice sneered out.

Through your vision that was covered with a thin tearful shroud, you saw a shapeless silhouette, the wicked beast ahead of you. The killer. Without even being able to see his features, a match was ignited inside your chest, a scorching sensation that erupted inside you, filling your whole body with anger. Your heart become a ball of fire at the sight of the man who caused such pain and rage inside you.  

“You murderer!” You accused, the bitterness inside you flaring up as you lost control of your body again. Letting whatever evil being that was within you take over. Brandishing your wand at him. Pointing it towards Draco. You felt the blisters forming on your hand as you clutched your wand with some new found strength.

The figure stepped forwards from the darkness. Joining you under the light of the torch, his face was illuminated. The symphony of spiteful words returned to you as you came face to face with the man you despised. His piercing gaze burning into your soul.

The other Slytherin boy had run away into the darkness. Perhaps to get help or an audience. Or perhaps just looking to escape the battle that would occur.  

Draco Malfoy. You wanted to kill him. You had to kill him. He was the one who caused all this. He had ruined everything. Dumbledore was dead. Because of him.  

“I don’t know what you think but I don’t think you want to make an enemy of me,” His words chastised you. Chuckling to himself, Draco’s amusement only created a sick feeling inside your stomach. His cruel mannerisms etched into your mind. Then he stopped laughing, his eyes piercings yours as he said with a menacing smirk. “Besides, aren’t you a filthy mudblood?”  

With that, any rationality that had lingered in your mind was burnt into a pile of ashes that was swept quickly aside as you succumbed to your scorching rage.  

You barrelled towards him. Giving him no time to respond. His callous hands grabbed onto you. The feeling of his murderous, cold fingers on you seemed to burn your skin at the very touch. You fell with him. Desperately holding onto him to save yourself. His body collapsed to the ground with you following quickly behind him. You found yourself on top of him. Your face inches away from the face of a murderer.

For a second you were both stunned, his grip on you loosened and instead his eyes seemed to probe through every corner of your mind. Regaining your senses, the anger quickly found itself back into your body.

“You murderer!” You spat at him, your spit mixing with the tears that stung your eyes and rained down on him. You thrashed against him as you urged for him to fight back and yet he seemed to have accepted his fate as he kept still beneath you. His cold stare on you sent a chill down your spine. Stopping the fire inside of you in its tracks as you stared back at him. For a second the anger in you faltered, replaced with a momentary confusion as his eyes flickered with something unrecognisable within the Death Eater before you.

Murderer.  

The thought returned to your mind. You were being tricked by him. He wanted you to let your guard down so he could murder you. Dumbledore had let his guard down and now he was dead. Now Hogwarts was controlled by the Death Eaters. Now everything you loved was gone or in danger.  

All because of him.

The bitterness seared every cell of your body. You let the scorching anger control you as your arms continued their merciless onslaught.  

Murderer.

You jumped away from him as you felt his cold hands on yours. Stopping your hands in their path. Jolting you out of your thoughts. You scrambled away from him.  

You weren’t going to let him trick you. You remained on the floor.  

Hunched over like a scared animal trying to protect yourself from the man in front of you. Keeping your distance from him. Your hands now twitching to move and grab your wand.  

Draco moved to kneel and his face came to a rest a few inches from you.

Both of you sat. Staring at each other with intense looks. Your eyes were burning with the bitter contempt that had ravaged you and his eyes returned a cold, blank look that were still bespeckled with emotion you didn’t recognise.

His own face so close to yours, you could see every detail of his face. The way his icy eyes were sunken and weary, adorned by lavender bags that would match the bruises that you caused on his pale skin. His pale skin contrasted with the black shadows that fell around you. Even with the anger you felt, you felt a tug of a new emotion. Pity. He looked empty and you wondered if he had always looked like that or if that was the result of your attack.

A waterfall of tears escaped your eyes. For a moment, the look in his eyes became clearer and the realisation made you want to crumble to the floor.  

He was looking at you with concern.  

Your breath caught at the realisation. His eyes penetrated your thoughts with his look of concern. Your barbaric thoughts battled against the new feelings of guilt that now terrorised your mind. Your grip on your wand loosened. And then you saw it.

The dark match etched onto his arm. It was only a glimpse from where his sleeves had been hastily rolled up. But now your eyes were set upon the reminder.

His eyes followed yours and then widened as you lifted your wand, pointing it towards him.

Inside your mind, the symphony of cruel thoughts rung out. Urging you to take your revenge. In the darkness of the halls, you could see Draco’s eyes as he stared at you.

The concern had left them and instead there was a blank slate, the look of an exhausted man who had accepted his penalty. The light above the two of you, shone down on him, illuminating him and letting you see the man you were about to kill. As if it were some twisted punishment. You sat in the shadows. Avoiding the light to avoid seeing your grip on your wand, the hands of someone who was about to become a killer. The cold air seemed to suffocate you as you tried to steady your breathing but all you could hear was your chest heaving.  

“I didn’t kill him.” His words rang out, cutting through the sound of your breaths.

Your eyebrows fell in confusion though your wand remained pointed accusedly, refusing to let your fear become visible as you willed your hands to remain still.

“What did you say?” You hesitated. Your eyes widened at his words. Mind racing. Was this another lie? The cruel alter ago within you pleaded with you to ignore him, to keep your guard up but the look on his face, the look of a broken man, made you stop.

“I didn’t kill Dumbledore.” Draco’s hand slowly moved towards your wand, making gentle movements as if you were a scared creature.

“Don’t lie to me,” You shoved your wand against his chest, stopping him in his movements, your wand dug against him. Marking his heart with remains of your wage. His breathing remained steady as he took in your frightened form “You’re a killer!”

“I know that’s what everyone thinks. But I didn’t.” He choked out “I couldn’t.”

He watched the fury in you smoulder. His own tearful eyes suddenly flickered with determination as he made a sudden move towards you.

“But I still deserve this.” His hands went to yours. His cold hands grasped yours and thrusted your wand further into his chest. His grip on the wand was strong, his knuckles turning white, breathing too hard and too fast.

You both stared intently into each other's eyes. His blank state had now transformed into a look of desperation, his eyes welling with tears as he silently pleaded with you. You took in the sight of him as he tried to shove down the sobs that threatened to escape him. Your own anger had vanished, the tug of humanity returning, as you stared at the broken man before you. His hands trembled a little as he clasped your hand on your wand.  

You ripped your hands away from his hold and the wand clattered to the floor between you. Mixing with the sounds of the anguished sobs that escaped Draco’s lips. Creating a new symphony that would mark the emotions of the war to come.  

“Please kill me.” He whispered. One final, desperate prayer to you.  

You came here to kill him. Instead you found your arms coming to clasp his body. A feeble attempt to hold him together as he appeared to break down in front of you. You hoped no one would come now as you embraced him. Letting his tears fall like a waterfall down onto the floor, gathering on your wand and soaking your arms as they wrapped around him.  

All bitterness and fury had now vanished and all you felt now was compassion.  

One day you would be made to pick a side and might have to face this boy in battle but now you would let your humanity tug at you.

Holding him in your arms as he continued to cry. The murderer.

Or maybe just a broken man.  

A boy who was the victim of a war.  

[poppytea333]

Here is all of the Grian incorrect quotes I have so far, some of them are made up while others I switched up a bit. Also I have a headcanon where Grian is kinda of depressed after leaving Evo, I also have a headcanon where Grian and Doc are rivals but still cares about each other (short of, it's like. If one gotten hurt the other would say some rude comments and the other would just go along with it). I also have another headcanon that Grian, Npg, and Robo Grian are all brothers and that even though they fight they do care for one another. Grian is the eldest of the brothers while Robo Grian is the smartest of the three and then there is Npg, the innocent and dumb one but is also the mischievous one besides Grian. Also yes I do ship Npg and Ex (There will be a lot of different ships in here as It turns out I am a mutilshipper).

Disclaimer: These incorrect quotes will have reference to death, depression, cuss words and such. These are surely just for fun! Please don't take this literal, also can someone please give Grian a hug and a break. It looks like he needs one.

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Grian to Npg who currently has tnt: Um, excuse me sir. Where did you get that? *Noticed that Npg has disappeared* Um o-okay, this is fine.

Grian: If you're over 5'10, or 5'10 you are a tree, if you are under 5'10 you are a squirrel. Find your tree, claim it. It's your tree now.

Grian to Mumbo: Listen, I don't know when to shut up but when I do. It's probably because I am thinking about what I am doing with my life.

Grian to Doc: I will kick your ass so hard that you would be yeeted to the Nether.

Grian talking about Doc: Ok, how do you politely tell someone you want to hit them with a brick?

Joe: One wishes to acquaint your facial featured fundamental item used in building walls. Repeatedly.

Grian: That was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.

Iskall: Fuck, Mumbo is going to kill me I fucking lost Grian

Iskall: *Sees Grian with TnT* Grian! Grian! Grian no! *Sees Grian fly towards Doc's base* Grian! Grian! Grian no! Goddamnit, Grian! 

Joe: Consuming 85 chocolate bars, 70 cups of coffee, 13 consecutive shots of alcohol, 2 ground cherry bits or 1.59 gallons of water is enough to kill you.

Grian: Oh. Neato. 

Grian: Hang on, I gotta do a trip to the grocery store. 

Joe: Grian no-

Grian: Time to go to sleep….

Anxiety: Sup bitch

Grian: Wha-

Sleep: Hey gurl, you taking the shift tonight?

Anxiety: Yup

Sleep: Great! *Walks away from Grian's bed*

Grian: Wait, where are you going?

Sleep: I don't know, somewhere? *Leaves the room*

Anxiety: Have fun! *Turns towards Grian with a smirk and jumps on top of Grian's footboard.* 

Grian: *Breathes in* I hate you

Anxiety: Fair enough, so here's a list of what has gone wrong in your life so far

Grian: Hold on! I'm having one of those things

Grian: A headache with pictures?

Iskall: Holy shit

Mumbo: He's having an idea

Grian: You're literally a Disney villain!

Robo Grian: Oh, I'm the villain?! 

Grian: Yeah!

Robo Grian: You left me with…. *points to Npg who is currently trying to eat Redstone* That guy!!

Grian: 

Robo Grian:

Grian:

Robo Grian:

Grian: Okay, yeah…. That's fair

Grian: *Taps table*

Doc: *Taps table to respond*

Xisuma and Cub: *Walks in* 

Cub: What the hell are they doing?

Xisuma: Morse Code

Grian: *Aggressively taps table*

Doc: *Gets up from his seat* YOU LITTLE BITCH! TAKE THAT BACK!

Doc to Grian: Kill yourself

Grian: Kill me yourself, you coward

Npg: All I want for Christmaaaass is-

Robo Grian: *Busts through the doors* Some GODDAMN PEACE AND QUIET!

Grian: *Accidentally cuts himself while cutting an Apple* Ow…

Doc:  Are you okay?

Grian: Ye-

Xisuma: *Busts in the kitchen with medical supplies* IS MY CHAOTIC GREMLIN OF A SON OKAY?!

Iskall and Mumbo: *Also busts in the kitchen through the window* DOES OUR SON NEEDS TO BE PROTECTED?!

Grian:

Doc:

Scar: *Walks in the living room to see Mumbo in all diamond armor and is equipped with a diamond sword and shield* What are you doing?

Mumbo: It's a war

Scar: What?

Grian, Tango, and Iskall: *Busts in through the living room door with sears in their hands*

Mumbo: NOT MY MUSTACHE YOU FIENDS!

Grian: *Screaming in his bedroom*

Mumbo: *Comes in the living room where both Scar and Cub are at*

Scar: Why is Grian screaming?!

Mumbo: He also took that "Which hermit are you" test…

Scar:

Cub:

Mumbo: 

Cub: Let me guess, he go-

Grian: *Busts through the living room door* I FUCKING GOT DOC! 

Impulse: Hey Grian, I have a question.

Grian: Lay it on me.

Impulse: If a marijuana plant were to consume another marijuana plant, would it be called cannabis-ism?

Grian:

Impulse:

Grian: WHAT THE FU-

Xisuma: So you're telling me that you went to a factory FULL OF GRIANS…

Iskall: Horrifying, I know

Xisuma:.... And you only got ONE GRIAN!?!?!

Iskall:

Xisuma:

Iskall: X…. Do you know how twisted that is?

Scar: Well I would've liked a Grian.

Mumbo: I would've liked a Grian too!

Doc: I would've hated a Grian.

EX: I would like a Grian… just so I could have s-

Iskall: Please don't

Xisuma: *Thinking* Why must I have a brother like this?

Doc: You're younger than me, because I remember dropping you on your head when you were a baby.

Grian: Well, what were you dropped on then, your face?

Doc: *Thinking* Fuck, he knows-

Kidnapper: We have your son.

TFC: Grian?

Kidnapper: Yes

TFC: *Looks behind him to see that most of the hermits are gone and turned back towards the phone* Yeah, good luck with that. *Hangs up*

Kidnapper: That's strange *Turns towards a tied up Grian* Anyways, looks like your little family isn't coming to help yo- *Sees the Hermits already had Grian untied and they all have weapons*

Kidnapper 2: Oh shit

*Screaming could be heard in the distance*

Joe: My hobbies include reading, reading, more reading and *turns towards Grian with a sword* killing people who won't let me read.

Grian: *Runs away, screaming* AAAAAAA!!!!

Joe: EDUCATION! 

Grian: Okay, so maybe I didn't get a healthy amount of sleep, but can other people do this?

Grian: *Stands up and immdentally blacks out*

Grian: *Sits back up after several seconds* I'm good!

The rest of the hermits: Grian, what the fuck?

Grian: MuMbO! I mIxEd RedBuLl wiTh CoFFeE aNd NOw I cAN SeE thE SOUnDs… SHoULd I wOoRrY?

Mumbo:

Mumbo: Grian, I swear to Notch-

Iskall: mUmBy! dO yOU WanT sOmE Co-Fe-fE? gIaIn MaDe iT!!!

Mumbo: *Screaming internally*

Doc: The floor is hating Grian!

Everyone: *Jumps onto an object*

Grian: *Bleps and falls to the floor*

Everyone simultaneously: GRIAN NO!

Ngp: Hey Exy! 

Ex: *Is drinking Coffee* Hm?

Npg: You wanna Netflix and Chill~?

Ex: *Spits out his coffee and is blushing madly* NpG I dOn'T tHiNk YoU kNoW wHaT tHaT mEaNs-

Grian: *Laying on the couch* Fuck I want to die…

Joe: Language, Grian!

Grian: *Smirks and gets up from the couch* Heckity heck, I cRaVe death!

Joe:.... Are you okay Grian?

Grian: Today, I. A grown-ass man. Started crying at Petco, because they had a cat whose birthday is today. And the sign said she just wants a birthday party and because I'm a grown-ass man… I bought her… *Pearl comes up to Grian who started petting her* and now I'm gonna give her the BEST GOD DAMN BIRTHDAY EVER!

Joe: If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands! *Claps his hands*

The Hermits: *Claps their hands*

Grian: *Doesn't do it*

Joe:....

Joe: Now who am I going to fight first.

Grian: *Chases after Iskall* Stop!

Iskall: SHOOT! *falls over and Grian falls on top of him* Grian! Get off me! I have to tell Mumbo you are sick!

Grian: Never! Mumbo will just go to 'Dad' mode!

Iskall: Fine then, I'll use my emergency call….

Iskall: OW MY EYE! I THINK I NEED SOME REPAIRS!

Mumbo: *Busts through the door* I WILL PHYSICALLY FIGHT WHOEVER HURT YOU!

Iskall: Mumby! Gri's sick!

Mumbo: Oh no! My poor baby! *Runs after Grian who gotten off of Iskall and started running away*

Grian: No! 

Npg: *Gives Ex a friendship bracelet* I made this friendship bracelet for you!

Ex: *Blushes* You know, I'm not really a jewelry person….

Npg: You don't have to wear it-

Ex: No, I'm going to wear it forever. Back off *Hisses*

[normiewrites]

happy birthday katsuki! despite it being such a joyous occasion, i wrote something pretty down in the dumps. i dont wanna explain the plot and hope you all understand it, or not, doesnt matter as long as it made u feel something cause i felt nothing writing this. i tried making it more realistic than fiction and im pretty proud of it.

prompt was taken from @daily-prompts

thanks for beta reading @savnofilter @kingtamakimurder !

other tags: @mci-writing @lady-bakuhoe @mutantjournalist @assortedanime

warning(s): its kinda depressing, angst, smut, fwb, drugs (not too much)

‘when is it ok to steal something?’ - bakugo katsuki x (fem)reader

you didn’t know when you started noticing it all. but you did, whether you liked it or not. the way that the newspaper cut outs would hang lazily off his dull yellow walls, the gravity forcing them to bend over like worshipers. or the way that the green big grenades on his desk were more roughed up than you were with the drugs in your system. or the way that his left calloused hand was always so tightly held onto your waist, leaving bruises for the next day as memories, while his right robotic one barely ghosted your skin, as if he was trying not to accept the truth. 

but the biggest thing you noticed was how empty everything was inside of him. you believed that you didn’t have any choice but to notice these things, because you were constantly only being fucked doggy style, never to face him and only the blank sheets beneath you. or maybe because it was to distract you from the cold droplets of water that would rain onto your back in small amounts. he always cried and maybe that’s why he never wanted you to face him, to never see how his tears pulled out his broken soul for you to see.

it was always like this, and each time, you would never get closer. you’d meet him in the parking lot near your apartment. it was a big and lonely parking lot, the streetlamps barely working as they flicked on and off, like the universe was sending you a morse code. he would always be ten minutes late no matter what time you would reach. maybe it was because he wanted to guarantee your existence, to know that you’ll be there waiting for him, like he was scared that if he showed his eagerness, it would make you run away.

was he even eager to ever meet you? you wouldn’t really care, not because he was a good fuck and gave good prices for your drugs, but because you couldn’t. he was always a mirage, there for you to see but not touch and despite how hard he would rut his hips against your ass, he could never be close enough to capture.

there was never any time for ‘talking’. he always got straight to the point once he picked you up. smoking a few blunts in his living room before taking off both of your clothes and proceeding to his bedroom. neither of you would ever mutter a word yet you both knew what each other wanted. it was a ritual now. you always picked the easiest clothes to take off, not even bothering to wear a bra, and he liked it that way. most boys would, they’d find it hot and alluring, always aroused with how you planned to get down. but bakugo liked it because it meant he would spend less time close to you. it would mean he would have to use his prosthetic arm less.

you felt like you knew nothing about him. or maybe you knew too much to be true. the news paper cut outs would be all about the pro-heroes’ stories. deku, uravity, red riot, grand and many more. but most of them were about all-might. at first, you would’ve thought that he was just a fan boy and loved to keep track on the hero society. but the more times you came over and looked at them, the more you realised that they were pinned up so wrong. they were hung with sorrow and regret, pins in the wrong positions like he was playing darts while drunk. why did he do that? why did he pin them up with more pain than joy? was he actually drunk or was his past controlling his future?

it was amusing to you, the way he would make you feel so good and satisfied yet so lost and yearning. you weren’t even yearning something for yourself, rather for him. no matter how hard or how longed you yearned, you could never understand what it was for, and neither did he. of course, you never asked him about it, because the first few times you did, either you were told to leave or he would just straight up ignore you.

however, this night was different. you were going to hold your ground against him and find out the truth, because while it felt so good to be filled by his warm actions, it was all so empty and felt like there was no purpose as time went on. maybe this new found confidence was due to having the pro-hero deku walk by you on the street during patrol, or maybe because you wanted to desperately know what was on the photo frame that he always put down before giving into your urges.

“katsuki!” you moaned softly, moaning as he pressed a searing hot kiss against your neck, smoke gliding out of his mouth and tickling your chin as his hands massaged your ass.

you had gotten to the use of the cold metal of his prosthetic hand against your skin, in fact you found it slightly pleasing of the contrast in temperatures of both of his hands. maybe that’s why he kept you around; you were the only one who accepted him like that without questioning it. you couldn’t care to question it, you were a quirkless girl in a quirk filled world, nothing was shocking anymore. besides, you found it kind of cool. if only you knew how cursing it was.

the night was hot and urgent, the both of you were tearing each other’s clothes as you sat atop his lap on the sofa in the living room. the cheap material of the sofa dug into your knees as you grinded against his hard and restrained boner, moaning against his cheek, not caring for the sweat that accumulated on his forehead. you both had never kissed. it was one of the two rules that he had put from his side. no kissing, and no facing him. you had respected them as he respected yours, but the time you both spent together wanted you to be a rebel and break down those walls.

you giggled softly, the feeling of your high running through your body like silk on freshly shaven skin overriding your usual thoughts and stresses as you heard the familiar tear of your panties, a rough mark being left behind on your skin.

“you’re giving me the next 10 grams free, that was expensive, katsuki” you whispered, tugging on his hair as he growled softly at your name, leaving rough kisses against your collarbone and breasts.

katsuki liked having you around. you didn’t talk too much, didn’t question the mess of his room and silently adored his prosthetic arm, no matter how much he hated it. you were simple and not demanding yet you could pull out so many explicit moans from him. but the most important part is that you didn’t push about the tears that always seemed to find their way onto your bare back. you were comforting, almost too comforting that at times it alarmed the scared animal in his heart.

after sharing a few more rounds of blunts and hickeys, you felt the familiar nudge of his arms, his signal to tell you to go on all fours, never to face him for the rest of the night. but something inside of you stirred up, almost like you were being controlled from an outside force. you found your hands pinning his against the backrest of the sofa, a confused look shooting through his red eyes, his blonde eyebrows furrowing underneath his matching hair.

he moved to speak up but you cut him off, “please, just for tonight. i promise, i won’t judge, just please.”

you didn’t realise you were closing your eyes tight until you saw the sudden intrusion of red and blonde in your vision once his gruff answer snapped them open.

“why?”

least to say, bakugo was nervous. he had never felt this nervous since his surgery day. he couldn’t even believe you made him nervous, it was so stupid to him. his younger self wouldn’t be as nauseous as he is now, but then again, lots had changed and he wasn’t like him anymore.

“your face is just so pretty, i wonder how much prettier it gets with tears falling down” you muttered, holding his face in your palms as your thumbs brushed his cheekbones.

you were so close to him, much to close for his liking. well at first, it was too close, but he soon recognized the spike in his heart was the fact that he was exhilarated by your statement. he knew that you knew he cried, and he felt too ashamed to show you. but there was no hiding now, there was no point.

despite the soft blush that adorned his cheeks and the furrowing of his brows, he kept his face the same. it was like he had the inability to change his face, like he was wearing those clay face masks that would restrict movement. it was the expression of when you get laid-off from a job that you worked so hard for and was praised by your bosses for.

you nearly thought that you ruined the night as he backed his face out of your hands, his eyes looking elsewhere. now it was your turn to be nervous. the air was so still, unlike his red eyes as they tried to look for something to lock onto, to anchor him and help him make his decision.

“fine” was all you heard before you felt him lift you up slightly, aiding him and standing on your knees as he shifted his sweatpants and boxers down, his eyes still not on yours.

you couldn’t comprehend what happened, not only because of how surprising his reaction was, but because of how less time he gave you before slipping his cock into your wet hole. the action was so simple yet so satisfying, just like you.

“katsuki!” you moaned loudly, your fingers going over the small scars that littered around his undercut till they reached his blonde top, pulling on them.

it was hot and desperate, the way that he would quickly get to work on your nipples as he would thrust up into you and how you would roll against his hips, tugging on his hair and nipping on his ears. you fully understood how much you had been missing out on, how close it finally felt. the way that his arms would snake up against your back, pulling your chest closer to his face, even managing to angle his cock deeper. there was just one bridge left to cross and it was the man himself below you.

he was thankful for how loud your moans were to cover up his sniffles, and it was an odd feeling as his cold tears raced down your chest to your belly rather than on your back. and like before, you weren’t going to ignore this.

and like before, it didn’t feel like they were your actions as you had tugged his face up, connecting his lips to yours before he could say anything to stray you away. his lips were chapped and motionless against yours and you tasted the saltiness of his tears that had reached the cavern. it was so hot yet empty, just like him.

“what the fuck, y/n?” he asked, the nature of the words contrasting from how soft his voice was and how tired his eyes looked.

neither of you noticed how both of you stopped, the lust gone just like the rules that you had broken. if you could describe his face in terms of a colour, it would be grey. it was so sullen, tear marked and conflicting, just like thunderstorms.

“who are you, bakugo katsuki?” you asked, hands gracing his bare collarbones as you searched his face for answers. but it wasn’t like you were going to find any, because there weren’t any. hopefully one day though, you could make some for him, or at least he hoped that.

he completely ignored your question, sighing softly as he rested his forehead on your chest, not bothering to clear up his eyes.

“tell me, y/n, when is it okay to steal something?”

when was it okay to steal something? maybe it was okay when people got what they wanted through injustice manners. or maybe if it was something needed for an emergency, of course not that the cost of others. but then again what was stealing? poets would call it love, judges would call it a crime, thieves would call it a life.

you had so many answers that you didn’t want to say any, because what if the other was a better choice? so you stayed quiet, letting him fill the silence this time.

“tell me, y/n, when was it okay to steal my parents? when was it okay to steal my arm? when was it okay to steal my fucking life?”

the pain that rippled through your body was enough to ignore the snot and the buckets of tears that fell down your chest. in fact, it was too much, making your own eyes water, your hands instinctively rubbing his warm and firm back. who was he? the answer was too broad. too complicated. too scarring. it was all about him and nothing about him.

you didn’t mind the way that he gripped your arms, because the bruises would be nothing compared to what he went through. so, you pulled him close to you, letting him shake against you and cry against your neck.

bakugo didn’t know why he was opening up to someone like you. you both were just supposed to be fuck buddies, nothing else, and yet you had broken him down, and he fell voluntarily. maybe it was because of your quirklessness, or how observant and patient you were with him. but like many other unknown answers that night, it couldn’t matter to him, because you understood or at least wanted to. he needed you.

he needed a reason to live again.

[thejamesoldier]

Every Tomorrow

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a/n: Did I write this fic bc I slammed face first back into the inuyasha fandom after the premiere of yashahime? Absolutely. Did I write this fic so I could get those g o o d domestic inukag feels? Absolutely. Did I write this fic as a way to come to terms with the fact that one of my first crushes as a kid happened to be an animated dog man? Absolutely. Enjoy yall xxx

(this goregous gif isn’t mine!) 

rating: explicit 

pairing: inuyasha x kagome

tags: protective inuyasha, jealous inuyasha, emotionally constipated inuyasha, honestly whats new, youkai mates, soulmates, youkai culture, mate bonds, mate rituals, touch-starved inuyasha, shippo is kagome’s son dont talk to me, mirsan as parents, sesshoumaru is still kinda a prick but we like him now, angst and smut and fluff, domestic bliss, srsly this shit is so soft i should be arrested, non-canon compliant with yashahime, shit ton of inukag being cute tbh

summary: 'Kagome smiles through tears of insurmountable joy as a shadow passes over her. She tilts her head back and finds a familiar silhouette bending over the ledge of the well. The figure is still for a moment, as if frozen in utter disbelief, before a clawed hand reaches down to her and with a shuttering exhale, Kagome takes it. Inuyasha hauls her up into the light and suddenly, he's in front of her -- he's real. His silver hair, his ears, his red haori, those eyes of molten gold that stare up at her with nothing less than his very soul bared for her to see. Kagome observes such belonging in him, such love, and it completes her.'

or

my excuse to write some indulgent domestic inukag and explore their happy ending

Chapter 1 - mizpah 

The day is grey.

Clouds rumble low and thick over the skyline, swallowing the tops of buildings in the distance and casting deep shadows across the shrine grounds. Kagome is supposed to go out today, a few friends asked her to grab lunch at some new bistro that's opened up near campus. She'd been contemplating how to work the impending downpour into an excuse to stay home, never really having the energy for much these days. Parsing out when to expend the limited energy she did have had become a constant chore since being cut off from --

A familiar pain twangs through her chest, the ache almost welcome. It's all she has left of him.

Maybe it's the rain, maybe its the gloom of the day pulling out the worst of her longing, but regardless she finds herself pushing silently out of her room, walking downstairs, slipping outside, and standing before the closed doors of the Bone Eater's well. Drawn back once again to what was stolen from her. Kagome had promised herself she'd stop doing this, stop torturing herself -- stop giving in to the inexplicable sorrow of living a life without him. But just like the other times, the temptation to let the true weight of her loss pour into the gaping hole in her soul and fill her to the brim, make her so heavy with it that she's brought to her knees, is a poison she's unable to resist. She does this more regularly than she knows is healthy, but its the only way Kagome feels whole anymore. If she's not drowning in loss then she's empty, and Kagome isn't sure which is worse. Without a word she shoulders the doors open and descends the rotting stairs.

The familiar musty smell of earth and something not quite alive but not quite dead hits her. Kagome's eyes water at the memories the scent yields. Before she can stop herself her fingers come up to caress the splintering lip of the ancient well. It feels...empty, same as it always does when she comes in here. The sensation is akin to a sense of hollowness, that the shaft of negative space that runs down the well's center is truly all that's left of the magic that used to come alive for her. A silent sob wrenches down her throat, rendering her vulnerable to the torrent of emotion that swells in her. She let's each gasping breath tear her open, tear out all that's left of her. A sick relief floods her as the sorrow emerges fully and, as always, she crumbles to her knees under the burden of it.

Inuyasha...

Just saying his name, even in the privacy of her own mind, tares something vital out of Kagome's core. She hopes he knows, hopes that despite it all he knows that she is still his in every way a person could be. Disassembled and broken as she is, Kagome offers her anguish to the well praying that if it wouldn't return her to him, then it could at least take her devotion instead.

Carry it to him, remind him he's loved...

For a moment she considers descending the well and curling up at the bottom of it, willing her feelings to reach him, but the thought of her mother finding her like that again...she couldn't bare it. Her mom had been so heartbroken, so overwhelmed with worry when she found Kagome lying at the bottom of the well, cheek pressed to the dirt and eyes seeping tears that wouldn't stop. She wouldn't do that to her again. With that thought Kagome tries to rally herself, to yank her heart away from the addicting agony of missing him and prepares to push her mind into the nothingness she utilizes to numb the pain. She had allowed herself this much and it had to be enough for now, anymore and she'd send herself into a deeply harmful depressive state.

Kagome closes her eyes and uses the well to help heave herself to stand, movements slow and body sore, feeling like her limbs are made of lead. Before she turns to leave, Kagome grips the well as fiercely as she can with both hands. A feeling of intensity overtakes her in that moment and she's unable to think of anything but:

Inuyasha, Kagome declares to the emptiness of the well, I want to see you.

What happens next astounds her. Fate smiles in glee as -- finally -- the threads of time align and pull taught. A gentle breeze smelling of sunshine and wildflowers drifts up to Kagome, it's warm fingers brushing tenderly through the hair that hangs in her face. Kagome's eyes open with an audible gasp. Her heart blossoms because there, lying at the bottom of the well, is a cerulean sky -- a few wispy clouds floating lazily by. The sound of birds singing echoes up to her and suddenly, the Bone Eater's well bursts to life. Kagome is embraced by the energy of the well like an old friend as it resurrects in silent sparkling splendor around her. It soaks into her skin, her soul, filling her with hope instead of sorrow. It's pure life, and it beckons to her with such surety that it breaks Kagome's heart.

"Kagome?"

Her mother's voice forces a sharp exhale out of Kagome, she hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath. Kagome can't look away from the impossible sky below her though, she's frozen in shock and wrestles with the possibility that this isn't a dream. She's had so many that happened just like this. Kagome...Kagome doesn't dare to hope...

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Higurashi asks as she makes her way down the stairs and comes to a stop behind Kagome, concern strangling the usual softness of her tone into an unsure waver.

"Mom," Is all Kagome is capable of saying, and it comes out in a hoarse terrified whisper.

Kagome hears her mother give a small gasp of disbelief, before Mrs. Higurashi steps up close beside her daughter and peers down the well too.

"The sky," Kagome hushes, still unable to fully accept what's happening but slowly becoming afraid that this will all be ripped from her. Again.  

A gentle hand wraps around her shoulders and pulls Kagome back from the ledge. Kagome lets her mother do this, lets herself lean into her mother's warmth in the face of all this crushing possibility.

"Mom I," Are the shaky words Kagome tries to preface her departure with, not sure what to even say -- lost in how she's meant to articulate the avalanche of emotion she's feeling. Because even if this is a dream she can't bare to wait any longer, she needs to know if...if maybe the well heard her and is by some miracle answering her prayers.

Mrs. Higurashi turns Kagome around to face her, hands soft as they frame her daughter's shoulders.

"Kagome," Her mother says her name and it holds all the world in it, Kagome looks up and is immediately swept away by the love in her mom's eyes. Mrs. Higurashi smiles at her then -- kind eyes closing on tears that are beginning to fall, and Kagome nearly collapses, "I understand."  

With a sob Kagome embraces her mother for the last time.

"Tell Sota and Grandpa that I love them," Kagome murmurs in a rush.

Her mother only squeezes her tighter and nods. They shake in each other's arms for another breath before both pulling away.

"I am so proud of you Kagome," Mrs. Higurashi says, voice trembling with emotion but warm, always so warm.

"I love you Mama," Kagome responds as tears begin to swell in her eyes.

"Give this to him for me," Her mother requests as she takes Kagome's face in her hands, and leans in close to press a searing kiss to her forehead.

"Oh Mama," Kagome weeps as her mother's love wraps around her heart and fills her with a kind of joy she hasn't felt in years.  

Mrs. Higurashi leans back a little and uses her thumbs to wipe the wetness off of Kagome's cheeks.

"Tell him that I love him, that I've always seen him as a son, and that I am proud to have him be apart of our family."

Kagome deteriorates into a watery mess as the sentiments her mother just shared wash over her. Wordlessly, Mrs. Higurashi helps her daughter climb up onto the lip of the well before they simply stare for a moment, taking each other in one more time. Then her mother bestows her one last parting gift.

"Live Kagome," Her mom hushes, fierce happiness triumphant in her voice, as she releases her daughter's hands and watches as she turns to leap down the well, body disappearing from sight moments later.

Goodbye Mama, Kagome calls back as she sinks into time.

Kagome relishes the sensations traveling through the well give her -- a fierce nostalgia gripping her chest at the bursts of cobalt light, the galactic vastness watching her fall past, the light at the bottom of the well welcoming her home...

When she lands on solid ground a part of her fears so intensely that she's still in her time, that she refuses to open her eyes. What if she were to look up and see her mother staring down at her? Kagome hesitates for a moment, eyes closed, standing so still, terrified that this isn't real, and then something throbs in her chest --

She feels him, feels his youki hurtling towards her and suddenly, Kagome is no longer afraid.

Inuyasha!

Kagome opens her eyes and squints at the sky above her, the breeze she felt earlier encouraging her towards her future. She makes it about three fourths of the way up the well when she hears him. The pounding of his feet against the earth as he races closer, his aura a brilliant thriving thing that feels like the sun against her skin. Kagome smiles through tears of insurmountable joy as a shadow passes over her. She tilts her head back and finds a familiar silhouette bending over the ledge of the well. The figure is still for a moment, as if frozen in utter disbelief, before a clawed hand reaches down to her and with a shuttering exhale, Kagome takes it. Inuyasha hauls her up into the light and suddenly, he's in front of her -- he's real. His silver hair, his ears, his red haori, those eyes of molten gold that stare up at her with nothing less than his very soul bared for her to see. Kagome observes such belonging in him, such love, and it completes her.

"Inuyasha," She says his name, says it just for him, and he inhales, "I'm so sorry, were you waiting here for me?"

Inuyasha's expression shifts and Kagome gasps softly at the chaos he's trying to contain, but then he says her name. Says it just for her.

"Kagome."

A wet laugh escapes her lips at the sound of his voice, at how she used to long to hear him say her name, just like that.

"Inuyasha," Kagome murmurs again just because she can as her fingers play with the ends of his forelocks, eyes jumping all over his face trying to take in every part of him at once.

Unable to help herself, Kagome wraps both arms around his neck, relishing in the feel of his hair threading through her fingers, and presses her lips to his with a sigh. Inuyasha remains still for a moment, like his brain is one beat behind, before he clutches her to him so hard her lungs squeeze in her chest. Kagome doesn't care, in fact she doesn't feel like they're close enough. She wants to crawl her way into him and stay there forever, never to be separated again. The kiss feels like coming home, and it makes the part of her that sat empty for the past three years steadily fill. Inuyasha's lips are slightly chapped, she notes, and he kisses her like she's the only kind of devastation he'd willingly submit to. Impossibly, her love for him deepens further. Kagome pulls back with a gasp, trying to catch her breath as Inuyasha carefully sets her down on the ground, their lips brushing while the two of them tremble in the wake of such sweeping passion.

"Kagome," Inuyasha whispers her name again, like its the only word he knows, and dives back down to reclaim her lips.

She lets a soft noise shake loose from her chest when he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, his claws snagging on the material of her cardigan as he holds her close. Kagome feels a fang nip at her lower lip and, smiling into the kiss, she happily opens up for him. When their tongues meet, Inuyasha's hands raise to cup both sides of her jaw, mindful of his claws near such delicate skin. With something between a groan and a growl, he breaks their kiss to turn her head to the side, smoothing one reverent hand down the exposed length of her neck. Her heart beat picks up when in one long inhale, Inuyasha traces his nose in a steady line from her collarbone up to the patch of skin just below her ear. He makes a tender noise then, nearly a whine, and without preamble presses his face firmly into the arch of her neck, taking deep unhurried breaths through his nose. Kagome leaves one hand wrapped around the bulk of his shoulders, but brings the other one up to hold the back of his head in place against her. One of his ears flicks against her cheek and in a moment of raw delight, a giggle bubbles up from her throat as does a fresh wave of tears. Inuyasha flattens the offending ear against his skull but Kagome remains undeterred and drops a sweet kiss on to the delicate appendage, the soft fur tickling her lips a little. She holds him even closer as he melts against her at the intimate display of affection.

Oh kami she'd missed him so much.  

"Kagome!"

It takes a second for the two of them to come back down to earth, but the call of Shippo's voice encourages Kagome to turn towards the sound of approaching footsteps. Inuyasha makes a firm noise against the skin of her neck -- a warning, like he wasn't ready to let her go yet. He tenses when she ignores him and stiffens even further as Shippo continues to barrel closer. In the span of a heartbeat Inuyasha has Kagome behind him and lets a true growl rip from his throat. Kagome startles against his back, realizing belatedly that he'd just threatened Shippo.

--

"Inuyasha?" Kagome's words come out sounding like an odd mix of admonishment and worry.

Shippo looks genuinely shocked at being challenged with such a territorial threat display, having slid to an abrupt halt at Inuyasha's feet. Inuyasha comes back to himself after a few beats, brain catching up with his instincts, and his aggression falters.

"Slowly," Inuyasha grinds out as he steps to the side to allow Kagome to come forward, working furiously to relax his muscles.

Respecting Inuyasha's warning, Shippo moves very carefully towards Kagome, though he only manages to take two steps before Kagome is crashing to her knees and hauling him into her arms.

"Shippo!" She cries and Shippo immediately starts bawling.

The young kitsune grabs tuffs of her hair in his tiny fists and smashes his face into her neck, repeating her name over and over again unable to help himself. Inuyasha stiffens again at this, but grits his teeth against the instinct to tear the runt clean out of Kagome's arms. She wouldn't like that, and honestly neither would Inuyasha, he knows how much Kagome means to Shippo.

What's wrong with me?

"You, you made it back!" Sango bursts as her and Miroku catch up and come to a stop a few feet in front of them, kids in tow.

"It's been much too long Kagome!" Miroku calls in absolute astonishment.

"Miroku, Sango!" Kagome all but weeps as she rises from the ground, Shippo still held tight in her arms, and rushes to embrace them.

Inuyasha feels that angry tug in his gut again at the idea of so many scents polluting Kagome's skin so soon after getting her back, but the larger part of him can only smile as he watches his woman hug Sango then Miroku -- mindful of the kids in their arms and murmuring little 'hello's to them as well. He can smell the depth of their rapture as they all rejoice Kagome's return. It puts Inuyasha's heart into a state of profound contentment, and he realizes then that he's never felt this way before. Who knew anticipation could be a good feeling? Because damn was he ready to experience every single tomorrow with Kagome by his side.

--

The rest of the afternoon is spent celebrating. Kagome reunites with Kaede, the elder priestess nearly speechless with elation at seeing Kagome push aside the noren of her hut. To Kagome's surprise Rin is also there, the young girl delighted by Kagome's return as well, and hadn't hesitated to gush about how lonely Inuyasha was without her. Inuyasha had only shrugged at this, not denying it but still sent a betrayed glare Rin's way as color rose high on his cheeks. Kagome is welcomed back by the people of the village too, townsfolk she'd gotten to know during her time collecting jewel shards being especially pleased to see her, though they knew not where she'd gone. Kagome and Inuyasha stuck to each other like glue through it all, unwilling to part for even a moment. No one blamed them.

At one point Kagome started to panic because she had to pee of all things, and the thought of loosing sight of her hanyou if only for a minute terrified her. The fear that this was a dream kept gnawing at her, and the possibility that this could all be taken away at any moment made Kagome feel physically ill. She'd held it in as long as she could before walking nearly knock-kneed to relieve herself. It turned out Kagome needn't have worried at all because without a word Inuyasha had followed her, giving her true privacy for only as long as it took to empty her bladder before he was within her sights again. Kagome had blushed furiously when it occurred to her that him being so close while she used the bathroom probably meant that he could...smell it. When she tried to shoo him away he only stared at her, firmly shaking his head no once, and waited. After Kagome had finished she'd made her way back over to Inuyasha, feeling incredibly sheepish about the whole situation. The moment she was close enough though he'd pulled her into a desperate hug and whispered,

"Please bare with me Kagome, I-I can't..." He'd trailed off but Kagome was already hugging him back, refusing to let go. She understood.

They shared a grand feast with Sango and Miroku that evening, Kagome using the time to properly acquaint herself with their children. Shippo sat in her lap for most of the meal, and its as she stared at her friends -- her family, that Kagome realized that she'd been given something truly precious and everything in her vowed to never let it go. This was more than she could have ever hoped for, and the fear that this was temporary strangled her multiple times throughout the reunion. But Inuyasha was always right there beside her, and having him close ended up being the only way to ease the worst of her anxiety. After everyone finished their food and caught up on each other's lives as much as they could in one sitting (the serious questions being left for tomorrow), the pair said their goodbyes for the night. Shippo had fought to retire with Inuyasha and Kagome, but was stilled by Miroku's hand on his small shoulder. Kagome embraced Shippo before delivering a soft peck to his cheek, letting him nuzzle back for a beat or two more before promising to come back first thing in the morning.

Now Kagome and her hanyou are getting settled in a hut the villagers had built for Inuyasha that's set on the outskirts of the village. It's quite obvious to Kagome from the state of the place that Inuyasha hardly uses it, though she knows how lonely he gets by himself and she figures he probably spends most of his time with Sango and Miroku who live more centrally to the village. Inuyasha's hut is mounted at the peak of a sloping hill, the tallest in the surrounding area besides the shrine itself. At first she wondered if the villagers meant to ostracize Inuyasha by putting his hut so far from everyone else's, but as they reach the hill's zenith, she realizes it isn't a sign of disrespect but quite the opposite. The vista from his home has views of the entire village and even overlooks a decent portion of the forest. On the opposite side of the hut, miles of stunning countryside sprawls under the hazy light of the setting sun all the way to the horizon. Inuyasha would be able to spot danger days before it arrived, or gain minutes to whole hours of advantage if the threat was a youkai. The villagers aren't keeping him at a distance, they're treating him like their Lord, giving him the highest ground, the most control over the land -- trusting that he will use it to protect them. It makes Kagome's heart clench with raging pride.

"It's beautiful," Kagome finds herself murmuring as they stand side by side overlooking the village together, the wind shifting their hair about their shoulders.

"Yeah," Inuyasha says, sounding distracted.

His tone makes Kagome shift her gaze over to him but she finds that he's already staring at her. Before he would have turned away with a blush and started spouting some blistering nonsense in order to cover up the fact that he'd been caught, but now he lets himself look. It makes something in Kagome's lower stomach go tight. They take each other in for what feels like a bracketed infinity, the moment sacred somehow, and neither of them are willing to break it. Inuyasha takes a step closer and reaches his clawed hands down to gently collect her smaller ones. He brings her hands up to his chest, cradling them there, not once looking away from Kagome's eyes.

"I promise I'll protect you with my life." Inuyasha declares, his voice low and quiet and meant only for her.

Kagome takes an uneven inhale and her heart skips a beat as she realizes he's repeating the same vow he gave to her in her room the night her family was away at the hot springs all those years ago. It hits her then how utterly hers Inuyasha is, how devoted to her he was in the past and how he has remained that way since. It's his way of telling her nothing has changed. Inuyasha watches this epiphany play out on Kagome's face and his expression softens around the steadiness of his gaze.

"I will allow nothing to take you from me again, and I will never leave your side."

Shuddering in the wake of his oath, Kagome shuffles closer to him and finally says what she's always regretted never telling him directly.  

"I love you Inuyasha," She watches as his pupils drag wide at her confession, "You will always have me, and I will happily spend the rest of my life with you to prove that."

Inuyasha slowly lowers his head until their foreheads touch through the hair of their bangs, his eyes closing as he takes a deep breath in through his nose. Kagome feels a wave of peace come over her then that she finds she's quite content to drown in. She stays like that with him for another moment before pulling away just enough to catch his eye.

"My mother," Kagome hushes and Inuyasha instantly stills, "She asked me to give this to you."

Exactly as her mom did, Kagome extracts her hands from Inuyasha's and reaches for his face, fingers tender as they slide against the warm skin of his jaw. Panic flits across Inuyasha's features then, startled at being handled like he was something precious, and realizing he's horrifically unprepared for whatever is about to come next. Kagome's smile is nothing but fond as she tilts his head down enough so that she's able to lean in and deliver her mother's kiss to his forehead. Inuyasha's hands come up to wrap around her forearms, not to move her away but, Kagome suspects, just to have something to hold on to. His ears flatten under the gravity of the gesture. Kagome closes her eyes and remains there for another beat, before pulling away and lifting his face back up only to touch the tip of her nose to his.

"She also wanted me to tell you that she loves you," She murmurs.

Inuyasha releases a wet sounding exhale and attempts to move away -- overwhelmed by the rawness of all of this, but Kagome holds his face firm and presses on, wanting desperately for him to hear the rest because he deserves to know.

"She said she has always seen you as a son, and is proud to consider you family."

"Kagome," Inuyasha begs, his voice a wobbling mess as he nuzzles closer in defeat, unable to stand the depth of Mrs. Higurashi's gift to him.

After a long moment of them just breathing, he shifts his head and quietly slots their lips together. He releases his grip on her forearms so he can snake his arms around her middle, hands wrapping as far across her back as possible, before pulling her flush against him. Inuyasha keeps the kiss chaste -- utterly humbled. Kagome can only imagine what this must mean to him, and she hazards her mother must have known too.

They stay joined under the warm evening sky as the stars begin to shine through dusk's heavy golden canopy. The sun finally sinks all the way under the horizon, having delayed itself in order to cast as much light as possible onto the pair standing atop the hill -- presenting fate's masterful work to the heavens. A sudden gust of wind picks up around them, and it causes the two to sway a little. Hands clutching tight, lips molding softly, and hair floating around their heads as if submerged in deep water, they know nothing in that moment except each other.

Somewhere far beyond this world, a priestess -- no, an ordinary woman, looks down on Inuyasha and Kagome and smiles.

--

Kagome arranges the light summer quilt Sango lent her over the futon set in the back corner of Inuyasha's hut. She would have to do something (many somethings) in order to make this place livable. A shy glee erupts in her chest at the thought of decorating it, organizing a home for both her and Inuyasha to live in felt surreal to consider even in her own head. She used to daydream about this kind of thing, the fact that she finally gets to fulfill her fantasy -- that it's her life now, takes her breath away.

"Inuyasha?" She calls once she's finished fussing with the quilt, folding one corner down, ready to get into bed.

The hut is dark, the night outside is still, and the fireplace remains unlit so they don't overheat. Kagome tries to swallow the fear cloying up her throat. Ever since she spent a small eternity trapped in endless darkness with the Jewel of Four Souls, she finds she can no longer stand to be alone in the dark. Back in her time, it had to be either her mom, Sota, or Buyo sleeping beside her each night or she wouldn't be able to get any rest at best, and at worst she would descend into an anxiety attack. It wasn't until her grandfather had suggested installing a night light that she was finally able to brave the long nights alone, though she still prefers to have a warm body to cuddle. It was in moments like those that she'd longed for Shippo the most. Once she'd been able to sleep on her own she had the nightmares to contend with, and those always left her feeling as close to true panic as she'd felt when facing Naraku. There are no night lights in the Feudal Era, but Kagome figures she'll be okay as long as she has Inuyasha with her.

"Inuyasha?" Kagome says again, this time unable to keep the quiver of fear out of her voice.

In an instant she feels a rush of air hit her as he drops to a crouch beside her, like he'd bolted to her from across the room.

"Kagome? What's wrong?"

She melts into him and he accepts her weight against his chest easily, strong arms shifting forward to box her in.

"Where were you?" Kagome hopes she doesn't sound as small as she feels.

Inuyasha stills against her for a beat before wrapping his arms around her completely, securing her in his embrace. Kagome accepts this improvement with a grateful sigh.

"Just checking the window." He pauses, then very carefully, asks, "Is...are you alright?"

He sounds worried, crap.

Kagome feels a stab of guilt for freaking him out.

"I'm fine," Kagome assures quickly, "Just, um, I-I'm ready for bed."

Cringing internally, Kagome wonders if that was convincing enough. With that sharp nose of his, she hopes he doesn't pick up on her lingering (but quickly diminishing) fear. How on earth could she convince him to sleep on the futon with her? Surely he won't object? Not after everything that happened between them today?

"Okay, well, I'll uh see you in the morning then," Inuyasha stutters as he begins to untangle himself from her and pull away --

Kagome's panic skyrockets, and before she can say or do anything, Inuyasha must smell the spike in her fear because he immediately winds himself back around her body.

"Woah hey," He hushes, becoming even more alarmed as Kagome all but crawls into his lap.

"I-I can't be alone, at night," Kagome struggles to explain as she takes shelter in his renewed embrace, "The darkness it --,"

She cuts herself off when she feels Inuyasha pillow his cheek against the soft hair at the top of her head.

"I'll hold you till you fall asleep then," He promises in a soft voice, as soft as she's ever heard him speak.

She can feel his words vibrate through his chest, and it calms her nerves some. Kagome wants to argue, wants to push for more -- sleep beside me, hold me all night -- but she doesn't. He doesn't seem to want that, even after promising her he'd never leave her side. Kagome's anxiety gets the better of her and it seals her lips shut. She settles in the circle of his arms and is resolved to be satisfied with this, at least for now, knowing she's much too shaken to negotiate with him tonight. Kagome knows without a shadow of a doubt that she'll wake up the moment he sets her down on the futon, but she doesn't tell him that. Hopefully she can fake being asleep well enough to fool his hanyou senses, and hopefully the knowledge that he's nearby will be enough to stop her from having a full blown episode. If she can hang on till the early hours of the morning, maybe the fragile rays of first light will be enough to cling to. Kagome can admit to herself that she won't be able to maintain this routine for long, but she hopes it lasts until she's plucked up the courage to ask Inuyasha, point blank and without room for misinterpretation, to share her bed.

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Inuyasha knew he wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight, no way would he risk making Kagome vulnerable to any kind of attack so soon after getting her back. His instincts wouldn't have allowed for any other course of action, and on this front Inuyasha is in rare agreement with his youkai half. But he doesn't expect Kagome to share the same determination. He'd panicked earlier when he smelled how fast and how sharply her fear had spiked. Inuyasha vowed to himself at that moment to never allow her to feel that way in his presence again, not if he could help it. She had held on to him so fiercely, and still is even after hours of being in the safety of his arms. Its like she's afraid he'll leave again. This knowledge makes something in his chest shatter and his gut ache. Unable to stop himself, he rubs his cheek where it rests against the top of her head and takes a deep inhale, letting her scent soothe him. Each time he hears her heartbeat slow and she starts to drift off, he waits a few minutes before trying to lay her down on the futon. Without fail though she's yanked back from sleep every time, as if his touch is vital in order for her to rest. A part of him relishes in this level of dependency on him, his youkai half preening at the fact that his mate --

Inuyasha grunts and stands, unwilling to entertain any thoughts about that, and makes his way swiftly out of the hut and into the mild night. He's careful not to jostle Kagome in his arms too much as he lowers into a measured crouch, and launches himself into the air towards the roof. Landing effortlessly on the balls of his feet, Inuyasha pauses as Kagome sighs in her sleep and twists her fists tighter into the material of his han-juban. Inuyasha blushes to himself thinking about how he had all but tripped out of the hut earlier when Kagome started changing out of her day clothes and into a yukata Sango had lent her in front of him.

With a firm shake of his head he banishes that particular train of thought from his mind, and lowers himself down to sit on the angled roof. After a minute of cautious shifting, he gives up and lies flat on his back, arranging Kagome's sleep-pliant body so she's tucked snuggly between his arm and his side. He tells himself this is different than sleeping on the futon with her, that this isn't breaking any 'rules of propriety' Kagome used to always yell at him about.

Screw it, he thinks, if I get sat for this in the morning it will have been worth it.

Inuyasha tries not to think about how much he sounded like Miroku just now, and grumbles under his breath about stupid delinquent monks and confusing female sensibilities.  

The stars are a dizzying pattern above him, the moon is a sliver in the sky, and Kagome is curled safely into his side with her cheek squished against his chest while one of her leanly muscled arms has thrown itself securely across his waist -- Inuyasha couldn't feel more at peace if he tried. Everything is as it should be. He hasn't felt rightness like this since...well, since Kagome left three years ago. A cool evening breeze floats over them then, shooing away the insistent press of the summer heat, and kisses their temples before moving on. Inuyasha lazily picks apart the different scents the wind carried -- sap from the trees in the forest, ash from the chimneys in the village, wet earth from the banks of the nearby river...he lets it all wash over him, one sensation at a time. He remembers Kagome caught him doing this once years ago, and when she'd asked him about it he'd told her it was kind of like how humans count sheep when trying to fall asleep. A self-soothing exercise is what she concluded it was similar too. Inuyasha didn't elaborate that the habit was an old one he'd developed during his childhood. Back when he was too weak to fight any of the youkai that hunted him, he'd find somewhere to hide and rock himself in time with his breaths, carefully combing through the scents in the air until he was sure the threat had passed. There had been a brief pause before Kagome asked what he could smell, no judgment or disgust, just innocent curiosity and a hint of fascination simmering in the umber of her eyes. No one had ever asked him about his sense of smell like that before. Inuyasha's heart had clenched in his chest, and it does so now as the memory unfolds before him only this time without the promise of pain. Reliving cherished moments of his time with Kagome used to only bring him anguish, but now...

Inuyasha turns his face into Kagome's hairline that's level with his nose, flares his nostrils, and proceeds to take a sleepy inhale. Her scent shoots straight up into his head and a sensation that feels bizarrely like dizziness makes his skull feel light, and his mind feel like its floating. Inuyasha attempts to turn away once the moment passes, but his body refuses to comply. Instead, before he really knows what he's doing, Inuyasha finds himself nosing down her forehead, over the bridge of her nose, past her slightly parted lips, and under her jaw. Kagome mutters something unintelligible in her sleep in response to all of his tender nudging (Inuyasha resolutely ignores the way it makes all of his insides go soft), but ultimately allows her chin to be directed up, exposing her neck to him. Something in Inuyasha flares hot at the action, and he's instantly compelled to guide his nose into the notch of skin between her neck and her jaw. This is what he'd been searching for.

Safe, something inhuman in his head rumbles, only here is safe.

Inuyasha couldn't agree more, Kagome had always been ineffable to him. He had known Kagome by her scent before he'd known her by her features, it's what first caught his attention when Kikyo's spell keeping him pinned to Goshinboku started to falter. Inuyasha hadn't realized it then, but he'd belonged to Kagome the moment she'd told him her name. Inuyasha smiles like a complete love-struck idiot as he remembers the way she had puffed out her chest and demanded that he say her name right.

Ka - Go - Me!

He allows himself to continue grinning like a fool against the skin of her neck because no one's around to mock him for it, and because it feels good to be happy. He's happy --

"Inuyasha..." Kagome suddenly hums, his name on her lips the sweetest thing he'll ever hear.

Inuyasha pulls his face back just far enough to take in her expression, and something glorious surges in him when he finds that she's smiling in her sleep.

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Phew that was hella soft lol, lemme know what you thought down in the comments below if you'd like! I embellished certain moments a little bit to make them more dramatic bc i couldn't help myself, i hope you didn't mind! Tbh it felt so good to write inukag, like im not gonna lie, I grew up watching the show and it feels a little like coming home to get into these characters' heads. Ok I'm gonna go continue my re-watch of the show now xxx

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Too Much Flour

A/N: So I’ve been fantasizing about this forever. This is also my first fic on here, so feedback would be appreciated!

Pairing: Tom Holland x (F)Reader

Summary: Tom can’t cook to save his life. You, on the other hand, are known for being quite the chef. So, when he tries and fails to make cookies, he calls you up for a favour. Who knew it would end up changing your lives?

Warning: Fluff, Tom being a terrible cook, SMUUUUTTTTTTT, Tom is a dirty-talker, unprotected sex(use a condom!), Hamilton references.

Word Count: 1.9K

You were sitting in your flat, watching some kinda trashy wannabe-Halloween horror movie and cuddling with your cat, Jessie, absentmindedly stroking her fur. About 40 minutes into the movie, your phone goes off next to you, startling Jessie and making her jump out of your lap. You grumbled, pausing your movie and looking at your phone. A small smile crept on your lips as you saw “Thomas Jefferson”, Tom’s contact, show up on your screen.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, hi,” he started, his voice making your heart flutter “Um, I’ve made a mistake.”

“Oh god, what did you do?”

“Well, I tried to bake cookies, but they didn’t spread and they look raw, even though they feel cooked.”

You chuckled. Tom was never known for being a great cook, but whenever he told you about his failures when attempting to cook it always made you crack up.

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” You say, already turning off your tv and heading to your room to change.

“Thank you, Y/N!”

“Yeah, yeah, no problem. See ya.”

“Bye.”

You got dressed and headed out the door, hopping in your car to go to Tom’s flat. You and Tom met a few years ago when you guys sat next to each other while seeing Hamilton, hence the name on your phone. He noticed you singing along to all the songs and started humming along with you. Oh, you remember it like it was yesterday.

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You had somehow managed to score tickets to Hamilton. In the best seats in the theatre, no less. You’d been a fan since it came out, and seeing it live was your biggest dream. You sat down in your seat with your popcorn and drink, ready for the greatest moment of your life. You heard someone sit down next to you, and you briefly glanced at them before turning your attention back to the stage.

You didn’t fully register who it was until you looked back. You saw an attractive looking man with curly brown hair. He looked vaguely familiar, but you couldn’t figure out who he was. Didn’t matter, the show was starting.

It wasn’t until The Schuyler Sisters came on that you noticed him again. You didn’t realize it but you were singing along. You heard a hum next to you, and you looked to see that he was humming along, looking at you. You blushed and flashed him a smile, which he returned. You kept exchanging glances at each other throughout the whole show.

Next thing you knew, he was running up to you asking for your number. You gave it to him gladly, wanting to see him again. That’s how your friendship began.

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You sighed. Even after two years of friendship, every minute of them spent with you in love with him, he’d never see you in that light. After finding out that he was famous, it just solidified that he would never return your feelings. Pulling up to his flat, you put your depressing thoughts away and rushed up into his place. You opened the door using the key he gave you, and you were met with the smell of cookies.

“Y/N, thank god you’re here!” Tom sighed when he saw you.

You rushed over to the oven, where you saw a sheet of poorly done cookies. You looked at him, scolding him with your eyes. He gave you an apologetic smile. You touched a cookie, and true to his word, it looked raw but felt completely cooked.

“Oh, I see what you did wrong,” you said “how much flour did your recipe call for?”

“2 cups.”

“Did you just dunk the measuring cup into the bag and pour it in?”

“Yeah?” He said with a confused expression.

“Then you used too much flour. You have to scrape the excess off with a knife.”

Tom rolled his eyes, but then smiled at you. “Can you show me how to do it?”

You smiled and nodded. He pulled up the recipe and you started gathering ingredients. He stared at you, as if in awe. It took you clearing your throat for him to snap out of his trance.

“Alright, let’s get started!”

—-Time skip cause I’m lazy—-

You took the cookies out of the oven, and you and Tom looked at them with pride. Five minutes after pulling them out you moved the cookies to a rack.

“Let’s try one,” you said, picking up a cookie, breaking it in half and handing it to Tom.

“Cheers!” you guys said in sync, lightly tapping your halves together before eating them.

A soft moan escaped your lips, making Tom’s eyes snap on you. You stared at him, waiting for an answer as to why he’s looking at you. He just stands there, eyes looking into yours.

All of a sudden; you’re caught off guard as he drops his cookie and pulls you into his arms, lips crashing onto yours. Your eyes go wide, taken aback before dropping your cookie and wrapping your arms around his neck, finally kissing him back.

The desperate kiss goes on for what feels like forever. Soon, you have to part in order to breathe. You just stare at each other, breathing heavily.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Tom says, breaking the silence.

“Me too,” you admit, making him smile.

Without skipping a beat, his lips are back on yours, kissing you eagerly. You immediately correspond this time, no longer afraid. Your hands go to caress his hair, lightly tugging on the soft curls, causing him to moan into your mouth. You take that as an opportunity to slip your tongue in, exploring his mouth. His tongue glides over yours, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles on your waist.

You suddenly feel a pool of wetness between your legs, making you squeeze your thighs together. Tom notices, lips separating from yours and smirking at you. You stared at each other in silence for a few seconds before his whole demeanour changed and he picked you up in his arms, carrying you to his bedroom.

The second he’d put you down and shut the door, his lips were attacking your neck, leaving hickeys all over. He led you to the bed, lightly pushing you down and landing on top of you.

“Y/N, do you want this?” He asked, his hand holding the seam of your shirt.

“Yes, please Tom,” you begged.

That was all he needed to hear, roughly pulling your shirt over your head. He let out a groan as he saw your black bra, hands immediately going to unclasp it. He kissed down your body, leaving marks along the way. Once he reached your shorts, he looked up at you, eyes searing yours for permission. You nodded, and that was all he needed, roughly pulling your shorts and panties down.

“So wet for me, baby,” he signed, his breath hitting your pussy which caused you to moan.

“Please, Tom.” You begged. You didn’t care if you sounded desperate, you needed him.

He sat there, looking at your pussy for a few, excruciating seconds, before taking you by surprise and diving his face right in. You moaned loudly, grasping his hair as his lips wrapped around your clit and began sucking harshly. You pulled on his hair lightly, making him moan which only furthered the sensation.

You were getting so close to the edge. He knew, and he took his mouth off of you. You were about to complain, but your words got cut off when his tongue dipped inside of you.

“Ohhh, fuck, Tom,” you gasped, his thumb rubbing your clit.

Your words only made him more determined as well as turned on. He starts flicking his tongue faster and rubbing your clit more harshly. Your loud moans filled the room as you came, your thighs squeezing his head.

After you’d calmed down from your high, he pulled out and looked up at you. You could see your juices all over his mouth and chin, making you horny all over again. He took the back of his hand and rubbed it on his face, getting everything off then licking it.

“God, you taste so good.” He said, making you groan.

“Come on, fuck me.”

“Gladly.”

He tugged his shirt off as well as his sweats, leaving only his boxers, which were covering a very obvious bulge. You bit your lower lip, eyes trained on his dick and you sat up, your hand going into his boxers. You pushed them down eagerly, his cock flying out and hitting his stomach.

He was hard, the tip red and leaking pre-cum. You wrapped your hand around him, making him moan softly when it moved up and down. He pushed you down and fell on top of you. You let out a soft moan when his lips attached to your nipple, his hand playing with the other one.

“Come on, Tom,” you begged, not caring if you sounded desperate.

He smirked at you as his lips detached from your chest. “You want my cock? You want me deep inside that pretty little pussy?” He purred in your ear, making you groan.

“Please,” you whimpered.

Tom smirked, lightly pushing into you, looking at you to make sure you’re comfortable. You nod, and he pulls almost the whole way out before slamming back in, your moan and his hiss filling the room. He picked up a pace slow, but firm.

“FUCK! Tom!” You moaned when he grazed your spot.

He picks up on that location, pounding into it over and over, your heart rate going up. His thumb goes to your clit, rubbing circles, making you scream, your walls clenching around him.

“Come on, Princess, come for me,” he groans, so close to his high.

That pushes you over the edge, making your juices cover him as you reach your high. Your orgasm triggers Tom’s, him groaning and hissing loudly as he fills you up.

You stay like that for a minute, coming down from your highs before he pulls out, lying down next to you.

“So,” you said “that just happened.”

“Yeah,” he says, still out of breath.

You scoot over, lying your head on his bare chest, lightly kissing it before resting your cheek on it. You stayed there in silence for a bit, before you finally spoke up.

“Do you think this can happen again?” You said hopefully.

“Yeah, if you want,” he kissed your head.

“Is this gonna be just…” you start, before he interrupts

“I hope not. But if you don’t want-”

“No no no, I do. I want it so much.”

“Good. Me too. I really want you, Y/N.”

“Likewise.”

You giggled. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss.

“Do you want to go get some cookies?” He asks.

“No, I’d rather taste you.” You tease.

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