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clark kent x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, car sex, mating press a/n: ummm yeah i need him so bad it makes me ill <3

for as long as you'd known clark, you'd never known him to lose his temper. he was forever-patient, your boyfriend. understanding to almost a frustrating degree. especially with you, his little love.

he was already pretty easy to get along with, but on the rare occasion you did have issues, clark seemed to have a natural instinct for deescalating you. he never raised his voice, never spoke an unkind word about you, never gave you a look harsher than what could be described as stern.

all it took to calm you down was a glimpse of his natural puppy-dog eyes and pretty plush lips. his thick arms would circle around you and hold you to his chest. he'd sway back and forth with you a little, a small smile on his face as you melted into the embrace. whatever semblance of tension or irritation that had been bubbling up easily dissolved into a puddle between the two of your bodies.

so, all that to say, you didn't really believe clark possessed any kind of rough edge or combative instinct. despite his large stature, you couldn't really picture him ever being rough.

that was until tonight.

you and clark had planned to drop by some event at the talon, but your sweet boyfriend had warned you earlier that he found out there'd probably be some trouble there later. some potentially dangerous situation that he wanted you avoiding at all costs. it was for your safety. he just wanted you to stay home where he wouldn't be worried while him and chloe investigated.

but did you listen to him? of course not. you went anyways, not in the mood to listen to his vague explanations as to how he even discovered this information in the first place. you put on a cute little dress with some new shoes you bought specifically for the night and took off.

unfortunately for you, clark had turned out to be right. not even thirty minutes after you arrived, chaos broke out. people flew through walls and glass shattered everywhere, all because of some guy who looked like his body could stretch and bend like a rubberband. it totally sucked. but none of that was even the worst part. you survived the craziness of whatever that person's problem was. the real danger came when the dust settled and you saw clark across the room staring at you.

he looked pissed.

he was at your side in an instant, but closing the distance didn't soften him any. it kind of did the opposite since up close he could see a bloody scrape stretching across your cheekbone.

you could see he was worried first and foremost, but behind that concerned top coat a fire burned. as soon as your small wound had been tended to, his long fingers clasped around your bicep. he pulled you to your feet and all but dragged you out of the coffee shop.

"clark i-" you started in an attempt to explain yourself.

"save it," he said, voice as cold as you'd ever heard it, "i asked you for one thing. that's it. stay home for your own good. don't come out here and pointlessly risk your life."

"it wasn't that bad," you defend weakly.

"but why even take the chance?" he asked with true exasperation, "i shouldn't need to convince you that your safety is more important than whatever they had going on tonight."

he didn't continue the lecture beyond that. just walked with a clenched jaw and motivated stare in the direction of his truck. like always, he opened the door for you when you got there. though this time, he practically scooped you up and dumped you into the car.

he was silent as he drove, fingers tight around the steering wheel. you could practically feel the frustration rolling off of him. the urge to lash out for once was near spilling over. he pulled the car over, and you figured you were really in for it. in a way you were right, just not how you thought.

clark didn't bother yelling, didn't try to start a fight. he glared at you for a few silent seconds before leaning across the seats and crashing his lips against yours. he kissed you like he wanted to steal the breath from your lungs.

after a blur of clothing being shifted around and positioning body parts awkwardly in the confined space, you found yourself in the meanest mating press of your life.

you were folded in half beneath all of clark's weight. the points of your new heels scraped up the truck's ceiling while your knees squished against your chest. little squeaks and whines slipped their way out of you as his tip battered against your cervix. he was so deep you swore you could feel your insides rearranging to make room for him.

"clarkkkk," you mewled before biting your lip, desperately searching for some way to ground yourself. one set of your fingers gripped strands of his dark hair while the other held a fist of his flannel.

"what, baby?" he panted. for once, clark wasn't fawning over you between thrusts. he wasn't cooing or praising you for taking him so well. instead, he had his face against your neck and his hands wrapped around your waist, bucking into your dripping heat with enough force to rock the car.

you tried to force out words to convey what you were thinking. too big. too much. so deep. harder. faster. none of those made it though. only choked moans and then a sharp squeal when he rolled his hips and struck that extra-sensitive sweet spot inside you.

"someone's gonna see if they drive by," you whimpered, squirming underneath him.

"maybe you should hold still then and let me finish, huh?" he grunted, "no one's gonna see. everyone's in town dealing with the mess from tonight. the one i told you was gonna happen."

"i didn't think-"

"i know you didn't," he interrupted, "didn't use that pretty little head at all, did you?"

words of defense eluded you right now, his nonstop thrusts keeping your mind cloudy. instead you chose to whine, your lip quivering he rolled his hips deeper yet again.

"oh yeah?" he asked, as if you'd said something coherent.

you opened your mouth again to speak, to really argue back this time, but you were cut off by your own desperate cry when his hands tugged you closer and speared you even further on his cock. you could feel him grinning against your neck at the noise.

"i know, baby. i know you're sorry. you don't have to explain. thinking's too hard for you right now, yeah?" he cooed, his tone bordering on mocking.

your pout got more severe but so did the needy sounds escaping your mouth. you felt those long fangs of his scrape against your throat. his tongue then glided across the area, making you shudder.

"clark-" you tried to say something else, but he cut you off. he raised his head up and kissed you deep again, swallowing the words right from your mouth. when he pulled back for air, he rested his sweaty forehead against yours.

"you can be such a brat," he breathed, "so much whining even though i know you love this."

the truck creaked as his movements continued to jostle it. you felt his breath fanning across your face and watched as his eyes fluttered shut. you knew he was getting close, but so were you. your cunt squeezed around him rhythmically, coaxing him too the edge along with you.

"you gonna cum, baby?" he finally muttered against your lips.

you nodded eagerly, more than ready to release. it only took a few more hard thrusts to get you there, and clark followed along no problem. in the afterglow, he laid on top of you for a minute or so, trapping you in a cage of searing body heat.

when he finally did sit up, the two of you fixed your clothes and stretched your limbs. he looked over at you with more tenderness. your boyfriend's gentle temperament had seemingly returned with the relief his peak brought.

he cupped your jaw with his fingers, looking over that cut on your face. leaning in, he gave it a small kiss before starting up the car again.

"i'm just trying to look out for you, you know? just... please listen next time. i don't know what i'd do if you got hurt. you had me worried sick."

"i will. i'm sorry i scared you," you replied softly. your eyes studied the loving look in his eyes and the way his features seemed so at peace now that all his adrenaline was out of his system.

you grabbed his hand across the seats and traced little patterns on his knuckles for the drive home. he let you play with his fingers but shot you a glance.

"i'm serious. next time you get involved with something like that i won't let you off so easy," he teased.

you smiled and nodded, wanting to put his mind at ease. though in the back of your mind, a small part of you considered trying again some time, just to see what "not so easy" looked like to him.

[lesvii]

The Dinner

Valeria Garza x F! Reader

Valeria Garza fic… yeah this is the diner by Billie eilish😶‍🌫️… anyways hope u enjoy

Tw: toxic val, brief mention of smut (just touchy).

You’ve been living in a small apartment, big enough for two people. Waking up at 6am coming home at 2am. You’ve work two shifts at least to keep the rent going. Working in a coffee shop near by, at night on bar 5 min away from your place. Today was a calm evening, you sighed as you walked back to you place, fist clenched. You knew Las Almas wasn’t so “calm” at least at night… you knew you had to be careful, looking backward once in a while, just to be sure no one was following you. But that feeling of someone watching you didn’t wash away.

Don’t be afraid of me.

I’m what you need.

You’ve arrived at you place at 2:30 A.M. as you took your work shoes off and change to some comfortable pink fluffy slippers. You turned the TV on, exhausted as you stroll to the kitchen opening cabinets to see what quick meal you can make. Until something catches your eye.

“We been notified that a near squad militar unity had capture a cartel suspect, just a quick reminder on how Las Almas is quite a dangerous place—“

The TV when quiet for a second when you served yourself a bowl of fruit and yogurt as you sat on the couch near the TV. The lady on the screen looked nervous, quite astonished as she talked to someone behind camaras.

“I— um- we’ve been informed that the suspect we’ve mention has scaped the military quarters, we suggest you to no go outside past midnight, keep your doors locked, and don’t answer the door if you don’t know who they are”

“The characteristics we have been informed is a Tall woman, tan skin, tattoos in both arms, dark short hair, we repeat—“

I saw you on the screens.

I know were meant to be.

It got cut off by you changing the channel, but sadly this was all over the news, you groan as you finish your dinner.

A thunder straddle you as you jumped from the couch, you looked outside the living room window as a thunderstorm was covering Las Almas when a huge thump made you turn around in shock, you walked slowly as you tried to gather yourself, a cold breeze hit your body from behind as you turn to see the door was open.

“Fuck.. that scared the shit out of me”. You mumble as you came to close the door, this time with a lock, probably the wind made that.

You stood in silence as you decide to go upstairs to your room, wash off the stress, you took a shower, put on a set of black silky shorts and a top, quickly hoped to bed, closing your eyes, you drift to your dreams quickly.

A black shadow stare at the corner of the room, your breathing becomes heavier as you can see the woman described walking towards your bed, a knife at her hand, looking at you like a prey, the next meal she’s gonna have before disappearing into the darkness again.

You’re starring in my dreams.

In magazines.

Your looking right at me.

You scream, waking up cold sweating as you try and regulate your breathing back again, you groan as you rest you face in your hands. That’s why you don’t like to watch TV so often, too many deaths and negative propaganda. You sighed as going back to sleep wasn’t an option, finally your body stopped shaking. Nothing but a mare nightmare right?.

You sat up on bed as you turn to face your nightstand where your clock was at 3:33 A.M.

The devils hour.

What a coincidence you thought as a shiver down your back was known.

I’m here around the clock.

I’m waiting on your block.

You heard a weird creek on your stairs, strangely the same as when you set your foot cause by a weight, they are wooden stairs after all, they do made noices, you think. You stay silent for a second as you decided to be brave enough to get out off the comfort and safety of your bed, as if no monsters could ever get you there. You slowly open you bedroom door, as you peak your head a little to watch, not being at peace you decided to go downstairs quietly.

Step by step, slowly but calculating your way down to your living room, your breathing a bit on edge, you hear a noice coming from your kitchen, scared shitless you turn to see where the noice is coming from, but fear not, for your surprise was just a loose branch clicking the kitchen window, you decided to peak on the window.

“Care to have some company, chula?”

A husky voice straddled you to the point you were too scared to look back, you froze in the middle of the kitchen, as your worst fear came true.

But please don’t call the cops.

They’ll make me stop.

I just wanna talk.

You left out a trembling sighed as you turn around to face the femenine husky voice. You shook your head as you open your mouth to speak but for a moment nothing c,w trough.

“I— I don’t want any problems just take whatever you want and go-“.

Your voice practically trembling, fighting the urge to not look weak. She makes a low giggle, as she takes a step towards you.

“Really?, anything I want, careful for what you which for florecita”.

She grins taking a final step towards you, as she examines your face, the moonlight hitting your face in the most perfect angles. You stare right into her eyes, there’s something about them… something about the way they look at you, with desire, lust, possession.

“You know… I was planing to knock the fuck out of whatever perro was living here…”

Valeria makes a pause examining your apartment surroundings.

“But— I didn’t knew there was a pretty little thing living here, now you’ve just changed my mind?”.

She said as she caressed a strand of hair that was messy from the commotion.

“How about I bring you back to my place?, you can have anything with me, just name it.”

Bet I could change your life.

You could be my wife.

You stare at her confused of who she was, what was she doing here?, and now she was telling you she was going to take you away. What’s this a kidnapping of some sort?. You started to panic but something kept you grounded, the way her hands were now resting over your hips pulling you closer to the heat of the older woman’s body. You looked down to her hands as you looked away in shyness.

“Aww, no chula don’t go all shy on me now..”

Valeria said, making little circles with her fingers massaging your hips. You sighed at the touch, she leaned over as she dominantly kissed you, bitting your lower lip, her hand traveling down to your pajamas shorts. As things started to get more heated you pushed her away, as you try to make a run for it.

Bad decision

She was right after you, in a split second she cashes you like a lion stalking his pray, ready to make the last kill. She pushes you right into the corner of the living room.

Could get into a fight

I’ll say your right

And I’ll kiss you good night.

“And I thought we were getting along?, you don’t wanna get me mad princess..”

Your breathing accelerates, adrenaline pumping into your veins. As she Hoover over you, you manage to set a punch as she straddles back.

“get away from me !”

I waited on the corner till I saw the sitter leave.

Was easy getting over.

And I landed on my feet.

You scream hoping someone would come for your rescue, Valeria backing up from you finally when you see her walking to the kitchen, confused you stare at her not knowing what to do.

I came in through the kitchen.

Looking for something to eat.

As she comes back to you she grins, you hear some commotion outside, honking in general.

“My rides here… but you can call me if you change you mind sweetheart.”

She finally said as she caressed my lips, final look as she went through the front door and disappeared in the darkness.

I left a calling card so they.

Would know that it was me.

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「 AYATO WITH INVESTIGATOR S/O 」

pairing: ayato kirishima x gender neutral reader

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, first person, no pronouns/afab gender used, fluff

warnings: canon angst, discrimination mentioned, fluff, sfw “nudity”, back massage with no shirt on, kissing, strictly sfw I promise

request: Hii, can i request some fluff with Ayato (tokyo ghoul) with (an investigator) gn reader? (original request found here.)

word count: 835

a/n: this was honestly quite a hard topic to write about, trying to balance a character who’s angsty, usually mows down investigators happily, with an investigator partner and make it fluffy. I hope it’s to your liking, I did my best to make it fluffy!

You two are a match made in… I can’t say Heaven, that’s a stretch. But you’re definitely a match. How it came to be? That’s a little secret. Some rumors say that you rescued him from being executed, while others say he saved you from being eaten by another ghoul. No matter how though, it was hard to deny you two were a wonderful match.

It was like looking at the black cat and golden retriever trope. It didn’t matter if you were a black cat too, being an investigator made you seem much more lively than a certain emo.

Sadly you two had to keep your relationship a secret from everyone around you, of course with the treat of death on both sides. But after the events of :re you were able to see each other without that threat lingering over your head. And it only made you two closer. You were finally able to move in together, just the two of you in your small apartment near his sisters coffee shop. It was home.

“You’re late.” Ayato stated the second you walked through a door, a false look of annoyance gracing his features.

“Paperwork,” you whined as you took off your coat and shoes. “He’s the worse boss ever, I swear. He makes me write the dumbest reports up, and he always tells me to do it right before I come home.”

“Then quit.” His tone was dead serious, you knew it, and you shot him a light hearted glare for it.

You knew you couldn’t though, you worked so hard to get where you were. He knew how important your job was to you. And he appreciated an open minded investigator among all the well… close minded humans. But he still sometimes wished you quit, for your safety. He also feared having to fight you or accidentally killing you without realizing it was you. That wasn’t fair though, he knew your scent by heart.

You dragged your body to the couch and collapsed onto him with a soft groan. His fake annoyance disappeared, instead replaced with a look of amusement. He can feel your body tense against his, and one touch down your back answered to him exactly why.

“… you were dualing again weren’t you.”

“Yes, but, I didn’t expect to today so I didn’t properly stretch.” You answered as you gave him a guilty smile.

This time he actually gave you a look of annoyance. “Sit up.” He commanded, quiet but affirmative.

“Noooo, I just laid down.” You whined, burying your face into his neck.

All you needed right now was him, to be in his arms, and all the pain would go away. However, that did not work. He huffed and made you both sit up before turning you so your back was facing him. A few sputter and whines later, your shirt was removed and thrown haphazardly on the ground.

“I can practically feel how tense your body is as if it’s my own. No fighting me on this.” The words “let me take care of you” left unspoken but was clearly there.

And how could you say no? So with a faux pout you stayed still as he grabbed some muscle relaxer and started to work it into your soft skin. You couldn’t help but release a hard sigh at the feeling. Your job could be so physical demanding and it wasn’t always easy to take care of your body. Your eyes closed as you took in his touch and warmth. You always cherished soft moments like this with him. He had changed so much since you first met, he had changed for you. You needed this, and you needed some unwinding with him.

“Thank you…” you whispered, breaking the soft silence between you.

You could feel his touch hesitate a bit, still not used to hearing such words in a genuine way. You could hear the almost silent huff and could practically feel the smile he was trying to keep in.

“All done, feel better?” He asked, wiping off his hands before getting up.

You rolled your shoulders and moved around a little. You couldn’t deny, you were feeling much better now. He came back and handed you one of his own shirts, much to your pleasure. You happily put it on and wiggled out of your work pants.

“Thank you my love.” You reached out, pulling him down for a soft kiss.

“You already said that,” he mumbled against your lips before picking you up, “come on, time for bed.”

“Man, my night was just getting started.” You grumbled, rolling your head back.

He rolled his eyes and laid you down, turning off the lights before laying down with you. He pulled you close and caressed your cheek, before kissing you again. It was gentle, more gentle than you were used to from him. He must been feeling extra domestic. You weren’t going to point it out though, it was cute and you loved it.

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[ne0nic]

Our Game

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Wriothesley x f!Reader ₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

MDNI

ִ ࣪𖤐 Word Count: 5.2k

ִ ࣪𖤐 CW: NSFW, Dom!Wriothesley, Thief!Reader, Mentions of Human Trafficking, Drugged Tea, Slight Bondage

ִ ࣪𖤐 No use of Y/N, Never use of Y/N

The game is lively tonight and you expect to enjoy it in full. 

With effortless grace, you move in and out of the shadows around the Court of Fontaine, becoming a phantom of the night. The deserted streets are a ripe playground, businesses closed, doors and windows locked, and the guards drowsy and inattentive. It's a realm of exhilarating opportunity, just waiting for you to claim.

Your destination is the side door of the antique jewelry shop, known as the last source of pride for an elderly proprietor. Your knowledge of every shop in the city is impeccable, following a mistake where you learned that it's unwise to steal from a Fatui-owned establishment; it's akin to pilfering from the Tsaritsa herself.

With a few deft movements, you manipulate the lock, and the door swings open without a sound. The shop's interior is as silent as a tomb, its owners having long retired for the evening. You enter, your eyes alight with anticipation.

You navigate the shop's layout like a child in a candy store, your gaze drawn to the glass cases showcasing a myriad of jewels, each one casting a beguiling shimmer. With nimble fingers, you open the case and select a ring featuring a sizable ruby. You slip it onto your finger, admiring the deep red luster. The ring itself is far from delicate, clearly designed for a more masculine hand – someone like…

You quickly remove the ring, tossing it into your bag. No point dwelling on such thoughts; it's time to collect your treasures and make your exit. You work swiftly, carefully placing necklaces and bracelets into your waiting bag, ensuring the displays remain untouched.

The unmistakable sound of heavy boots approaching makes you freeze in place, listening to the resonant thud of leather shoes and the subtle jingle of chains and cuffs. It's time to depart. You wrap up your mission with meticulous precision, and as swiftly as you had arrived, you vanish into the night. Peering from the safety of an alley, you remain silent, unable to spot the approaching figure. Even worse, you're uncertain of the direction from which he's drawing near.

Taking on the rooftop is undoubtedly the better choice. Climbing up the copper gutter pipe, you gain a sweeping view of the city from the high vantage point. From here, you can easily traverse the rooftops, leaping across buildings and making swift progress. As the immediate danger lessens, you descend to the streets below.

Suddenly, that distinct sound returns, the one signaling his presence. How did he catch up to you so fast? It's time for plan B. You snatch a dark cloak from a nearby stall and quickly drape it over yourself, making a dash for the nearest stationed Garde.

"Oh! Garde! Monsieur!" you implore, rushing up to the uniformed soldier. The young man, evidently new to the force, turns his attention to you with an eager desire to assist.

"Madame? What's the problem?" he inquires, clearly willing to help.

"I was just at the tavern getting a drink, and I think a strange man is following me! Please, help me!" You plead, ensuring fear reflects in your eyes.

"Do not worry, ma'am. I will take care of this," he assures, stepping around you to face the direction of the approaching footsteps.

"Oh! Thank you so much, Monsieur," you say, masking your sly grin as you slip away.

The guard stands firm, ready to protect the innocent young woman who has placed her trust in him, aligning with the oath to safeguard all citizens of Fontaine. His excitement is palpable.

A shadow emerges in the dimly lit street, advancing slowly. The young Garde stands at attention. "You there! I'd like a word with you!" he calls out.

The approaching figure steps into the light, revealing a large, menacing man. He possesses piercing blue eyes, is adorned with chains and has a pair of handcuffs hanging at his side. His coat is casually slung over his back, and a scar stretches from the base of his neck, disappearing under his clothing.

The young Garde recognizes the man and instantly locks up. "Y-Your Grace! My apologies! I mistook you for a suspect!"

"Suspect? What gave you that idea?" the man inquires, tilting his head gently.

"This young lady, she—" The Garde turns, only to find that you've vanished. "Where'd she go?"

"A woman?" he asks.

"Y-Yes, a woman. She claimed a man was following her," the Garde explains. The man, who moments ago wore a serious expression, breaks into a smirk and chuckles softly.

You've successfully ascended the tower, fully prepared to make your getaway into the cover of the night. Luckily, tonight's escape had proven effortless, and you hadn't even needed to trigger an alarm to elude the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide. He must be accustomed to your flamboyant tricks by now. The two of you had been engaged in this thrilling game for so long that you constantly had to innovate new ways to lead him astray. However, you'd come to find that the simplest tricks were the most enjoyable, especially after the sheer madness you'd put him through as you slipped away.

As you make your way toward freedom, a hand wraps firmly around your wrist, pressing your back into the wall. He looms above you, an unamused expression on his face. The way his stunning eyes seem to gleam in the dim light sends a shiver down your spine.

"Hello, darling," you taunt.

"Give it up. I'm taking you in," he declares with unwavering determination.

"That's what you always say," you mutter, causing him to grit his teeth.

"The bag," he demands, extending his hand.

"You're no fun," you pout, pulling the strap over your head and placing it in his palm. Wriothesley keeps you cornered as he opens the satchel, only to find it empty—no jewels, necklaces, or even a few coins. "Trouble?" you ask with a smirk.

"Where are the jewels?" he asks bluntly.

"What jewels?" you play innocent. He grabs your arms, pressing you firmly against the wall.

"I'm not in the mood for this today," he growls.

"But I'm completely innocent, Your Grace," you say with wide, doe eyes. "Little old me? A thief? Isn't it wrong to accuse someone without any evidence?"

"Enough!" he snaps, pushing you closer, your chests almost touching. You can feel the way his heart races, how you make him nervous. It sends a thrill through you.

"Or was there a different reason you followed me tonight, Your Grace?" you inquire, leaning forward. Your lips are mere inches apart. He tries to hide the way his breath hitches, but your smirk widens. "Did you want me all to yourself? You could've just asked. I'd never refuse." You tease him with expert precision, knowing precisely what to say and do to provoke him. You close the distance even further, his eyes locked onto your lips. Your breaths mingled so closely that your lips could touch if either of you moved even slightly. And just when it seems like he can't take it any longer, you pull away. "Forgive me, Your Grace. Sometimes I forget you're a man of the law, dedicated to your work. Surely, you're far too busy for me to take up any more of your time."

"Shut up," he snaps, closing the gap between you in an instant. He captures your lips, instantly stealing your breath away. His kisses are demanding, his desire to take the lead palpable, and you willingly submit to his commanding presence. His teeth graze along your bottom lip, eliciting a breathy, barely audible moan from you. You press your thighs together, utterly captivated by the way this man has the power to make you unravel. His longing for you has always had the ability to make you tremble, particularly in moments like these, when the game between you two reaches its zenith, when he finally catches you, and both of your desires hit you without reserve. 

His hand raises to the back of your neck, tilting your head up, giving him more of you. He's going mad. He has to be. There must be some kind of spell or pheromone that you've cast over him, that makes him need you desperately. Everytime you're before him like this, his morals fly out the window, and his lust becomes so thick he can't resist. He's well aware of the moral dilemma that plagues him. You're a true criminal, through and through, and he's fully cognizant of the wrongdoing of his actions. However, he never feels the exhilaration of the chase as intensely as he does when it's with you.

The tranquil sound of water churning brings you back to the present moment. Regrettably, it's time for you to make your exit. Your fingers slide over his vest pocket, and Wriothesley's brow furrows as you withdraw from the kiss.

"Gotta run," you murmur, slipping out of his grasp and collecting your discarded bag. Wriothesley's brows knit as you head toward the boat.

"Wait!" He attempts to step forward but is abruptly pulled back. He turns, only to discover that you've cuffed him to the service pipes. With a frustrated grunt, he struggles against the cuffs, and something falls out of his pocket. He gazes downward, finding a jewel necklace on the ground. Lifting his head to you again, you turn back to him with a playful smile.

"I had fun."

"Dammit!" He curses, his bracers materializing on his hand as he strikes through his own cuffs. Finally free, he makes a dash toward the boat. But the ferry has already set off, and he can only huff in frustration as you slip away. 

Again. 

Your fingers trace over the ledger, where rows upon rows of names denote inmates at the Fortress of Meropide. However, none of them match the one you're seeking. You can't help but wonder how many trivial offenses landed people in this imposing place.

Infiltrating the fortress itself was a relatively straightforward affair. They treat their prisoners well down here, making escape seem an improbable feat. Most inmates are cowed by the mere sight of the glass barrier that separates them from the relentless ocean outside. However, gaining entry was an entirely different challenge. Infiltrating the Duke's office, that's where things get tricky. Luckily, your familiarity with the office makes the entry a minor concern, especially when you have a duplicate key at your disposal.

"I'm assuming you didn't come for tea," a voice intones behind you. His hand closes the ledger's cover and rests atop it. Veins course through his arm and hand, and his knuckles are rough and calloused. You push away the inappropriate thoughts that threaten to surface.

"Should I even ask how you got in?" he continues, but you maintain your silence, choosing not to respond. Playing along with him today is the last thing on your mind.

"Who are you looking for?" he gets straight to the point.

"An...associate of mine went missing a few days ago. I was merely curious if he happened to be in your custody," you reply. He picks up the ledger and moves to the other side of his desk to set it down.

"Associate, huh? I thought you worked alone."

"I do," you confirm.

"His name?"

"As if I'd give you that. I'm not here to further incriminate him; I need to secure his swift release."

"Then it seems I can't help you," he states.

"You've never helped me," you correct, to which he chuckles.

"Touche."

"I brought you more of that blend you like," you say, gesturing toward the cabinet.

"Paid for with the proceeds from the jewels?" he questions, a hint of darkness in his tone. You smirk.

"I don't recall any jewels. It's simply a friendly gift, a favor for a favor," you reply, reveling in how his eyes narrow at your words.

"And what favor have I done for you?" he inquires, already knowing the answer. He's trying to ensnare you with your own words.

"I'll prepare a cup for you, dear. You seem weary," you offer, turning toward the cabinet. He's beside you in an instant, gripping your wrist.

"I wouldn't trust you to make anything for me," he snaps, making you smirk.

"Do you truly believe I'd do anything to harm you?" you ask in a feigned tone of surprise. You notice the tension in his jaw and your gaze drifts lower to the scar on his chest, which barely peeks above his clothing, triggering memories of that fateful day. "...Anymore?"

"Go sit down," he orders, and you pull away from his grasp.

"Yes, Your Grace," you say as you step over to the table. Outside the window, the vast expanse of the ocean unfolds, with creatures moving freely, seemingly unconcerned with the curse that hangs over the people of this nation.

You can't help but envy them, particularly after the arrival of that blonde-haired traveler, which marked the beginning of a downward spiral.

"I would like—"

"Three sugar cubes, I know," he interjects, causing a subtle smile to play on your lips.

"What time will the Iudex be arriving? I'd hate to be a bother," you inquire, knowing full well that you've committed his schedule to memory. He sighs, realizing there's no use concealing it from you.

"He won't be. Monsieur Neuvillette had a sudden trial, so he's rescheduled for next week," he admits, an air of candor coloring his response.

"What a shame. That blend is best served fresh," you murmur, your gaze drifting back to the water. A few moments later, he joins you at the table, the gentle clinking of teacups and saucers filling the air. You eagerly pick up your cup.

"I must admit I only ever have tea with you," you confess.

"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow as he settles into his seat. He observes you as you bring the cup to your lips and take a sip. Only then does he feel comfortable enough to indulge in his tea.

"It's true," you affirm, setting the cup down. "I always believe tea deserves to be enjoyed in good company."

"You don't have any other good company?" he inquires.

"None quite like you," you reply with a smile.

"Your clever quips won't get you out of here, you know."

"You think I'm clever?" You tease with a playful glint in your eyes.

"I don't intend to just let you walk out of here."

"You never have, not until I was properly sore and had trouble walking the next day," you taunt, taking another sip, causing him to gulp down his tea. His hands clench as you speak.

"Enough. This... arrangement we had is over. I'm taking you in. I'll inform Neuvillette of your transgressions, and you'll face justice," he declares, his tone stern.

"And then I'll find myself right back under your vigilant watch. Is that what you desire? To keep me close? Ensure that we'll never be apart again?" You tease. His jaw tightens. "I thought you relished our little game as much as I did."

"Game?! You're stealing from people!" His anger is palpable now.

You roll your eyes, reaching into your jacket and producing a document, which you slap onto the table. He leans back, perplexed. "And what is this?"

"The justification you seek. The part of you that yearns to believe I'm not entirely malevolent, this is your evidence."

"I don't understand."

"You will," you assure him. The grandfather clock in the corner begins to chime, marking the appointed time.

"It's time for me to go."

"What?" he blurts out.

You rise from the table with alacrity. "Thank you for the tea. I had a lovely time." You begin to walk away, and he suddenly springs to his feet. However, dizziness overtakes him, and he barely catches himself as the world blurs around him. Overwhelming drowsiness renders his legs wobbly, and he finds himself on his knees, struggling to resist it.

"When?" he manages to mumble.

"It was your teacup. You always use the same one," you giggle. He exhales in frustration. You draw closer.

"Don't worry. I'd never harm you. You're just going to have a short nap."

His hand grasps your wrist. "Don't go," he pleads, his desperation evident. It ignites a spark in your heart, prompting you to sink to your knees, cupping his cheeks.

"Well, when you ask so sweetly like that, how can I resist?" you murmur before pressing your lips to his. "Listen to Siegewinne, dear. You've been appearing quite exhausted lately. But I hope you'll feel better when you awaken. And on top of that," your gaze drifts toward the document, "you might see me in a different light the next time we meet."

After a lengthy and exasperating lecture from Siegewinne, Wriothesley finally returns to his office. It appears that you were telling the truth; it was merely a sleeping drug, and by the time he awoke, you had vanished. He didn't provide Siegewinne with many details about your encounter, nor did he delve into any in-depth discussion about you.

He sinks back into his chair, holding a cool washcloth to his forehead. You had been here, well within his grasp, and yet, once again, he found himself incapable of fulfilling the very duty he had sworn to uphold. It frustrates him to no end. Every time you make an appearance, it catches him off guard. However, when he saw you inspecting his office, for a brief moment, he had hoped you were there for him alone. Alas, that's never the case.

To make matters worse, you've infiltrated his dreams. Every time he closes his eyes, there you are, bare beneath him, your cheeks adorned with a charming flush. Your hands tenderly caress his face, and he takes you with a gentleness and passion that starkly contrasts the reality of your late-night rendezvous. Normally, he's rough with you, mirroring your intensity rather than expressing love.

The thought of you alone is enough to stir his desires, and he curses himself. You had drugged him not long ago, yet he's back to square one. Removing the washcloth, he stares at the ceiling, hoping his little problem will subside on its own. He replays the recent events in his mind, striving to rekindle his anger instead of his lust.

"You might see me in a different light the next time we meet."

What did you mean by that? How could he perceive you differently? His gaze drifts to the desk, where the document you left behind rests. He leans forward, scoops up the folded papers, and breaks the wax seal. As he peruses the contents, his heart sinks.

The elderly man who owns the jewelry shop was using it to launder money from human trafficking sales. You appraised numerous items and recorded their selling prices. You even managed to gather evidence of the boats at the marina being involved in the conspiracy. Photos, evidence—everything is meticulously compiled within these documents. This alone must have taken you weeks. A small note is clipped to the last page, the page itself revealing the location where the captors are holding their victims.

Without jewels, there are no sales. I have bought you time, Warden. Do not disappoint me.

He rises from his desk, his mind racing with thoughts of what to do next.

The entirety of Fontaine's police force is mobilized for this operation, simultaneously raiding all the identified targets. Wriothesley, however, personally takes charge of the most significant arrest. With a sense of duty, he apprehends the elderly man, promptly handcuffs him, and pushes him toward the exit.

Outside, the ever-dramatic residents of Fontaine have congregated, forming a boisterous audience to witness this spectacle. The vigilant Gardes work diligently to keep the curious onlookers at bay as he escorts the man outside. His eyes inadvertently scan the crowd. 

A sudden pause overcomes him as he catches sight of you. A sly smile graces your lips as you knowingly meet his gaze, and then, with your characteristic grace, you disappear into the crowd, leaving him with a sense of intrigue. 

About a week later, following the court's verdict and the subsequent exile to the Fortress, you make a return. Leaning casually on his desk, you patiently await his arrival. As he trudges up the steps, his demeanor brightens in pleasant surprise at the unexpected sight of you. There's a trace of solemnity in your smile as your eyes meet his.

Setting his report down, he approaches you, his curiosity evident in his tone. "You've been gone for a while."

"I had some important matters to attend to," you explain. "The victims who were kidnapped are now under the care of the Spina di Rosula. Most of them are just awaiting reunions with their families. Convincing a few to testify during the trial was a bit challenging, but I'm relieved it's come to a favorable resolution. The Spina di Rosula has pledged to hunt down the buyers, and I've provided them with all the information I could gather."

"Why not have the Spina di Rosula collaborate with the Garde?" he inquires.

"You and I both know that would never happen."

"What now?" he asks.

"My job is done, and I've cut my few remaining ties. All that remains," you say, raising his cuffs, "is you, Your Grace." He takes the cuffs from you, studying them with furrowed brows. As you lift your hands toward him, he glances from the cuffs to your wrists.

With a resounding clack, the cuffs land on the desk. The gravity of this decision settles upon you, hiding within it the unspoken message he wishes to convey. Slowly, you lower your hands as he fixes his gaze on you, drawing dangerously near.

"You're making a mistake," you caution.

"I know," he responds before pulling you closer and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. 

In a matter of seconds you both burst into his bedroom, lips locked, jackets falling to the floor. Your nimble fingers are quick on the buttons of his vest as he backs you towards the bed. He pulls your shirt upwards, his rough hands riding up your front. Once one hand finds your breast you moan into his mouth. His ice cold touch electrifies you. He rids you of your shirt and pushes you down onto the bed. His gray vest falls to the floor leaving him looking seductively disheveled in just his black button up. 

The tip of your nail fits between your teeth as you devour him with your eyes. "You're going too slow," you whine, reaching a hand out. Your fingers trail over his shirt, feeling every curve of his muscles just beneath the fabric. It has you aching for him. He reaches up, tugging his tie free from his neck. You light up, obediently offering your other wrist to him too. 

"If I didn't know any better I'd think you'd liked being my prisoner," he says, leaning closer as he ties the red fabric around your wrists. 

"Don't threaten me with a good time," you tease, leaning in as well. His gaze falls to your lips before lifting your arms over your head and guiding you to lay on your back. From there he spreads your thighs, fitting himself between. Pressing your lips tight together, you resist the urge to beg. Even a small bit of friction would be heavenly, but it doesn't come. Instead he slowly strips your bottom half, taking his sweet time to admire your panties before just snapping them off your hips. 

He sinks to his knees, lips caressing your inner thigh. Your hands find their way to your mouth trying to muffle your own weak whimpers as he trails towards your core. Where you want him the most. 

Just as his breath ghosts over your aching cunt he stops. Suddenly his hand wraps around the tie and shoves it upwards again. "Do not move them again, if you do you can forget about my earlier mistake. I'll take you in, right now, like this," he threatens in a husky voice, eyes boring into yours. You smirk, lifting your thigh to rub against his hip. 

"Like this, Your Grace? How scandalous," you tease. 

"Do you understand?" he demands. 

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" He snaps. 

"Yes, sir," you say, your voice growing weaker. 

"Good girl," he praises, and you know you're soaked down there. Cheeks tinged red and heart racing as he sinks back down your body. He lifts your thighs over his shoulders before tugging you in one last time. Torturously slow he gives a chaste kiss to your clit. You resist the urge to pull your arms back down as a groan leaves your lips, your body involuntarily twitching. Wriothesley smirks at the display. It's as if he's trained your body to fall apart at just his touch, something he carries with pride. 

His tongue dives between your folds, and you throw your head back with a sinful moan. The man below you is terrifyingly good with his tongue and fingers which makes his next move a damning one. 

Two fingers easily slide into you, but he makes sure not to curve them into the place you like. Instead he watches the way you writhe, almost trying to force his fingers that way, the pleasure making you dizzy. Pathetic moans and whimpers pass your lips, music to his ears. 

"Please… fuck— mh." 

"What was that?" He mutters. "I couldn't hear you." His fingers slow to a cruel rub. 

"I wanna cum. Please," you beg. 

"Really?... I don't know if you deserve to," he says, his voice dropping a few octaves. The voice change drives you, making him smirk as he feels you tighten. "After all, you didn't tell me what you were up to. You worked outside the law, you could've gotten yourself hurt. Now, that… I just can't seem to forgive." He crooks one finger up slightly, sending you spiraling. 

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry! I won't do it again," you promise. He slowly rises to his feet, fingers still deep inside you. Wriothesley leans over your trembling frame. His hand caresses your cheek with a tender touch. The coolness of his fingers on your burning cheek is practically bliss. 

"Now, how can I believe you? You've broken every other promise you've made to me," he says tauntingly. Fuck! You hate him. You know what he's trying to do, and he knows how desperate you are, enough to agree to any of his demands. He brings your diverting gaze back to his. 

"No more secrets," you agree, making him sigh. 

"Now, was that so hard?" He asks, pressing right there making your head go fuzzy. You gasp in surprise as his fingers pull you apart all over again, the familiar sensation pooling within you. Wriothesley presses his lips to yours, tongue forcing its way into your mouth so he can still hear your gasping moans. "Cum, pretty girl." Your body shudders in the wake of your orgasm, and he doesn't relent, driving you oversensitive in a matter of moments. Your hands grab his wrist, stopping him as you still ride out the end of your orgasm. He smirks and pulls his fingers out. You feel the tie release your wrists. 

He's gentle as he lifts your face, seeing the dazed, blissed out expression you wear. His lips peck around your cheeks, to your neck, to your collar, and them to your shoulders by the time your high fades. 

"Back with me?" He asks lifting your chin, you nod and he slots his lips against yours while opening your legs again. He fits himself between them and pulls on his belt with one hand, something you don't mind helping him with. He chuckles as he feels you desperately pull his pants open. His aching cock springs free hard and hot in your palm as you stroke him. His forehead sinks to your shoulder as he shudders, slightly thrusting into your touch. "Shit." 

"Hurry," you urge. Lifting himself up he positions himself so the head just barely brushes against you. You press your lips together. 

Wriothesley reaches upwards, his hand sliding down your arm until he can fit his fingers between yours. Then he thrusts. His other hand grips your hip so tight you pray there will be a bruise. He stretches you open, forcing you to take his size, your eyes roll back into your head. 

"Fuck!" You cry out as he bottoms out. He starts with slow shallow thrusts but his patience quickly wears thin. In no time he's snapping his hips forward, rocking the bed, shoving himself deeper inside you. It's predatory, the way he heaves, the way he takes, the way his fingers grip your hair and hold your head up to make you watch him fuck your brains out. 

In practically no time at all you're cumming again, but he doesn't slow down, his own orgasm approaching as he feels you clench down on him. The continued force of his thrusts sends you right into a second orgasm and he follows suit. Your cunt milks him for all he's worth. Every drop belongs to you. 

He belongs to you. 

"Just fucking be mine already," he groans. His words break through your hazy mind in an instant. 

"What?" 

"Fuck," he mutters. "You're gonna make me say it outright, aren't you?" He leans over fingers brushing over your cheek. "Stay with me. Be with me." 

Your heart feels as if it may beat out of your chest as he says it. His cold eyes are now strikingly warm and tender. But you don't know what to say. 

Instead you reach up, hands pulling his face down to yours. He complies easily. You kiss him sweetly, whispering against his lips, "I'm yours." 

Your confirmation makes his heart sing as he kisses you with more fervor, growing hard inside you once more. The first thrust catches you by surprise but you're loving it. This time there's nothing rough about the way he holds you. He treats you softly, like you'll break if he's any harder. He holds your body in tight to his, burying himself deep inside you, until you're seeing stars. 

The clock chimes, marking the hour as Wriothesley opens his eyes. To his dismay the spot next to him is empty. He rubs his face, already stressed that you've disappeared like usual. Unfortunately, maybe he was foolish enough to hope for something more from you. 

Sitting up he finally notices the weight on his finger. A ring, a gigantic red ruby within a thick band. The metal is dark and the design is intricate. Honestly, it truly seems like something he'd wear. 

Peering over to your side one more time his eyes widen as he sees a folded up paper. With one hand he retrieves it and flips it open. 

My secrets come at a cost, Your Grace. So, if you manage to catch me Thursday night, I might consider telling you one or two. Preferably over tea. 

I'll be expecting you. 

He laughs to himself, "So, the chase is still on, huh? Better make it interesting."  

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Hello helloo!! I hope you’re doing well! I saw you were asking for AoEx requests sooo may I please request a Mephisto x Pregnant Reader please 😙

I’m so completely normal for him rn tee hee

Hello blessed anon!

Thank you soooo much for the request!!

I am in a Aoex mood, tbh honest i absolutely fell hard for the stinky raccoon *sigh*

anyway! on to your request! Please let me know what you think!

Tsuki's note : I did some HC, hope thats ok... Also! For the other readers, this is a Human! Reader with female organs, not necessarily female.

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When you first told Mephisto about your pregnancy he thought you were joking.

But your serious face and slight cocked eyebrow indicated that no, it was no joke.

The demon was super happy about it, he runs straight to you to both hug you and to caress your belly.

At the same time he was worried. What would happen to you and the baby?

He saw what happened with Yuri and the twins, i mean, sure, it was Satan's kids, but still.

There was a chance of things going a bit wrong.

So except a lot of health checks.

Also! Your pregnancy would most likely be held in secrecy, for safety reasons.

He can't have anyone using you and your baby to get to him.

Mephisto will give special keys to meet up with him whenever you need. He will also keep close tabs on you.

Not to the point of stalking, is just, keeping an eye on you.

All this stress aside, He is absolutely excited about the baby

10/10 will buy a ton of toys and things the day after you told him about your pregnancy.

So you may need to get him to senses expending wise - you don't even know if its a boy or a girl or have decided on colors or anything, really!

he will also start the baby's room project.

At first the crib will be with you guys, but later they will have their own space.

Mephisto won't do it all by himself though. He will ask you your opinion too! He just decided to start all of this, because he is excited.

Every day in the morning he will say good morning to you and the bump, caressing your belly while giving you a forehead kiss.

When you two are alone, he might absent mindly stare at your belly. He is just thinking about everything, in a good way!

Mephisto does try to be gentleman too and aid you bathing or going to bathroom if needed. Tying your shoes? he helps too!

No need to worry about your cravings either. He will provide anything you want to eat, as weird as it might be.

He will eat it with you. Ice cream with sour cream and a pickle? You both are eating it.

If you have morning sickness he will try his best to hold your hair for you and rub your back - he has a lot of work at the order, so he tries.

If you thought that only the unborn baby would receive gifts, you are wrong.

Be prepared to get all sort of things too. Comfy clothes, Yukatas, hairbands, flipflops, anything you want ( or don't, he will get you some stuff anyway)

Mephisto is aware of what you like, so don't worry, colours and patterns will be spot on!

Oh he will love going shopping with you for the baby.

Remember the health checks? Yeah, he will read through them and pay attention to every little detail. If a little thing is off, he will get worried and will try to find someone on the medical staff to check you further.

A bit overprotective? yes. He doesn't want to lose neither of you.

When the baby starts kicking he will get super happy!!!

Mephisto will try to catch all of the baby's kicking, following their movement through your belly.

When your due date is near, he will have a maternity bag ready to go. On his office and at home.

He will be rush to you when the contractions start. Mephisto will stay with you until that baby is born, making sure you and the little one are safe.

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Thank you for reading! let me know what you think!

[meowm30w180]

How chainsaw man characters would kidnap you

Yandere Chainsaw man x fem reader

(Y/N is female but with no specific name or physical trait, Y/N is you after all)

(Also, for the sake of being realistic, I can't see majority of these characters going after a human so for this you will be a hybrid, I won't make or say what devil their a hybrid of since it's a "Y/N" not a OC, but just know, your a hybrid.)

TW

Kidnapping

Unconsensual

Toxic

Age gap

Underaged

Makima

*Makima sees humans like dogs. once she sees a cute faced dog she wants, she can't help but want to have it all to herself*

Living as a hybrid in secret, you worked for public safety, so it was easy for Makima to call you into her office. Makima would call you into her office for the tiniest things like braiding her hair, or presenting your school work. You are a high schooler after all. And taking this into her advantage. She strikes up a deal with you to do your homework in her office, when in reality, all she wants is for you to be near her by her side and nobody else. Her dog.

Eventually, Makima would get more and more personal with you. Asking you if you have a boyfriend, asking who your crush at school is, your home life, making you a little uncomfortable. Though, you were always a bit flustered around her, since she's in such a high position in the workforce, you're desperate to prove yourself that you're worthy to be a devil hunter.

For some reason, everywhere you went, whether you were at the grocery store with your roommate, or shopping with your friends, you would always somehow run into Makima. You just summed it up to a small world, but after your encounter with Makima ends after she finishes greeting you, you still feel her presence illuminating over your shoulder as if she's right behind you, but you can never see her.

Though, one day, waiting for the city bus to take you home after a long day, you were left standing at the bus stop alone, that is, until Makima showed up

"It’s pretty late out here, isn't it y/n?"

Makima shows up, seemingly out of nowhere.

she walks over to where you're standing and places her hand gently onto your cheek, you didn't say anything, just a nod in agreement, you always choked up on your words around her, with how intimidating she was. That's ok. Dogs can't speak anyways. She especially likes that about you.

"Hm, you're freezing.."

Makima can't seem to tell if your cheeks are so red from you being flustered, or you being freezing. Which is surprising, she already knows more than you think. With her strong sense of smell, Makima could already smell from a mile that you were a hybrid. A dog that will last forever.

"Mm, poor thing, my place is just around the corner, why don't you come home with me? You wouldn't wanna catch a cold now would you?"

"Uh, s-sure, I could come over for a bit"

"Good"

Makima said with a delight in her voice, as she grabbed your hand and walked you to her home, which is now about to become your new home.

She was telling the truth, her house was right around the corner, a nice spacious house, well kept grass, and shiny windows, tho it's not a mansion, you can definitely tell it's owned by a wealthy individual.

"Make yourself at home"

Makima says to you as she unlocks the door and opens it up for a pack of slobbering dogs to spill out the doorway onto the porch.

"It's ok, they don't bite"

The dogs run around you wagging their tails as Makima enters the house, as all 7, now 8 dogs follow behind her.

"Here, take your stuff off and have a seat on the couch. I'll make you some tea."

You nod in agreement, hanging your coat up and taking your shoes off at the door. Stepping onto the comfy floor mat as you slowly walk to the couch. Taking in the beauty of her home.

The tea didn't take long at all, as Makima comes out with some already poured tea in a mug for you. the warmth of the cup greats your shivering hands, your palms nuzzle in the heat of the mug as you go for a sip

"Careful, its hot"

You take a small sip, the warm vanilla taste makes you feel like a child again. As you end up drinking almost the whole thing, you didn't realize how thirsty you probably were. As you're drinking away the cup, you blush at the sight of Makima

"Thank you... for the tea"

"..."

She doesn't say anything, just gently smiles at you

"Ms Makima...?"

You feel tired all of a sudden

"Hand me your cup"

"...why..?"

Your speech starts to slur, Makima stands up from her spot and takes the cup from your hand before you spill it on yourself, you start to lean over as she gently pushes your shoulder for you to fall sideways onto your shoulder onto the cushions of the couch

"Ms Makima..."

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There will be other characters soon

[imagine-darksiders]

Finding Inglenook

Chapter 1: An Unhappy Reuinion.

Darksiders: Abaddon X Reader

Tags: Enemies to friends, Unrequited crush, One-sided admiration, Post-resurrection, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Protective Abaddon, Explicit language, blood, injury, threat, combat.

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As a rule of thumb, the back alleys of Haven City are a region that are best granted a wide berth, although, one could argue that the same principle could be said of any back alley. Even after Humanity's unexpected but much appreciated resurrection, the majority of humans still retain their relative distrust of the dark, narrow crevices that cut between the towering skyscrapers and winding streets of the city they died in.

As you meander slowly through the alleyways yourself one cold, winter evening at dusk, you begin to realise that the majority of humans are right to avoid these in-betweens, these through-roads.

Of all the potential shortcuts you could have explored on your way back to your newly-built home near Haven's outskirts, it would be your shoddy luck that you'd stumble upon a squalid and unscrupulous arcade that had – once upon a time – served as the side entrance to a bustling shopping centre. Now, however, there stands nothing more than a derelict thoroughfare for Haven's less than savoury residents.

Shards of glass from discarded bottles crunch under your shoes, the smell of booze saturates the air like a miasma, inescapable no matter which direction you face. The bad air is trapped down here between the buildings where the low sun rays can't reach, much in the same way you are.

“Oh, you've got to be kidding me,” you whine under your breath as you squeeze between a pair of staggering men, doing your utmost not to let your thick hoodie brush against their sweat-stained shirts.

They, like the other several dozen people that have formed a rambunctious crowd across the middle of the arcade, are far too busy whooping and jeering to notice you slip by.

With your head tipped towards the ground and your hood pulled low over your eyes, you can't see what they're hollering at, but from the sounds of grunting, snarling, and the telltale crash of knuckles striking against flesh, you'd bet your last rations you've walked right into a fighting ring.

It's the only likely source of such rowdy excitement. Hardly the kind of place where the 'Horsemen fraterniser' ought to be seen alone without one of the dreaded Four guarding your flank...

Swallowing back a nervous lump, you tug on your hoodie's drawstrings and duck your head, sidling your way through the crowd, desperate to escape to the other side where you'll be home free, provided you can find your way out of this maze of backroads.

Nose scrunched up to defend against the invasive smell of freshly-spilled vomit, you keep your gaze fixed unwaveringly on the sea of boots shuffling along the ground around you, picking your way carefully through them and trying not to think about how furious War would be if he were to ever find out you strayed away from the relative safety of the streets.

All of a sudden, you're torn from your worries by someone knocking into your shoulder, hard enough to send you stumbling sideways into another person before you manage to right yourself, thoroughly startled.

“Hey!” comes a slurred shout from behind you, nearly lost amongst the noise of the crowd.

'Oh no...'

Your heart shoots up to sit on your tongue when somebody – you suppose whoever you've just bumped into - grabs your shoulder and jerks you to a rough halt.

You don't dare turn around to see who has snagged you by the hoodie. The only thing plaguing your mind is the thought that you've been recognised, and now you're about to get a fist to the back of the head for any number of reasons.

As it turns out however, this altercation only seems to have come about thanks to your bungling feet, not your face.

“Watch where you're fucking going, bitch!” that same voice snarls, and before you can even attempt to simply pull yourself out of their grasp and carry on, you feel an unforgiving fist connect with your spine like a battering ram, knocking the wind right out of you as you start to fall.

Stunned, you lose your footing and topple forwards between another pair of strangers who leap aside to let you land jarringly on your hands and knees, feeling flesh tear open on the rough concrete beneath your palms.

Through gritted teeth, you exhale a slow, uneven breath instead of all the uncouth words you want to spit out onto the ground like venom.

You're really beginning to regret not turning around as soon as you stepped into this Creator-forsaken alley.

The crowd around you hardly seems to have noticed your stumble, still caterwauling as you draw your head up... only to find the path ahead of you unobstructed.

Seconds later, you realise why.

You've fallen at the edge of an open space, with the crowd itself forming a ring of people that serves as the threshold for a makeshift, fighting arena.

At its centre stand two figures.

The first and largest has their back to you, and they're the one that draws your attention, yet it isn't their size that holds your gaze, though that in itself is exponential.

No. It's the bedraggled and begrimed wings that dangle limply from the figure's spine, dragging along the ground near a pair of leather boots.

Your eyelids burst open in surprise.

It wouldn't take a scholar to know the creature at first glance.

But what the Hell would an Angel be doing in a place like this?

Your unspoken question is swiftly answered when your eyes drop to the second figure, flitting like a gnat from side to side in front of the angel's impressive bulk, fists raised and purpled with bruises.

You recognise her as well, by name if not by species.

Ivy Harris – Just another human, like you, but with a temper that's as perilous as her tongue. She lives at the end of your street, and she is not shy about her outspoken, visceral hatred of all the other species who have come to share the realm of Earth.

Some humans just... can't get past what was done to them during the End War.

Ivy is one such person.

You always guessed that she was a severely troubled young teen, especially given the trauma of waking up to find that her entire world had fallen apart around her, but to try and take on an angel in hand-to-hand combat?

She must be utterly and thoroughly mad.

Or at least, that's what you assume, until she darts forwards and the angel makes a sloppy strafe to the left, far too slow to avoid the curled fist that socks them squarely in the jaw. Their head snaps up towards the sky, and the crowd around you roars triumphantly at the stolen blow.

Rather than cheer alongside them, you can only stare in bafflement, incredulous than an angel would allow such a wild swing to land. They hadn't even raised their fists to defend themselves.

On hands and knees, you let your jaw hang ajar, gaping up at Ivy as she circles the angel, slowly drawing him around to face you.

Sweat drips from her brows and into her lashes, prompting a rapid shake of her head to clear her vision.

“Had enough yet? Huh? Pigeon?” She spits the insult alongside a globule of saliva near the angel's boots before wiping at her mouth with the back of a wrist. “You think you can just do what you did and get away with it? You fucking wank-splat! I'll cave your ugly skull in and turn it into a fucking plant pot!”

A charming girl, really.

You have to wonder what on Earth this angel did that could piss her off enough that she'd hurl such creative insults and threats his way. More pressingly than that however, you wonder whether you should tell Azrael about this.

Or, perhaps Usiel.

You know the commander is operating in the shipping district, and from the size of this new angel, they could very well be a member of his troop gone astray, if they're even here of their own free-will at all.

You've learned a lot about the theological and physical doctrine of angels, predominantly taught to you via an over-eager Azrael, or through the odd lecture from Jamaerah, the Scribe. One of the takeaways you got from such discussions is that an angel's wings are an extension of their very soul, something you only started paying attention to after you learned the fact.

Jamaerah seldom leaves his station at the Crystal Spire's extensive library, and as such, his wings never really grew from the vestigial state they were when he was a fledgling, many eons ago.

Azrael has always leaned more heavily on his magical abilities rather than take up a weapon in battle. And as a result, his sweeping wingspan grew large and wide over time, losing their bulk but gaining great length in his primary feathers, each of which boasts a soft, blue sigil that reflects his most frequented spells.

This angel however, the one slowly turning to keep Ivy in their sights, looks to have lost every trace of life in their wings at all. It's heart-breaking to look at, now that you're aware of how closely those wings are tied to an angel's health and well-being.

You couldn't fathom why any of the proud beings of Heaven would let their wings fall into such disrepair.

Thin, wispy feathers have been stained almost entirely brown by the unmistakable, rusty tint of long-dried blood, leaving just the barest glimpse of ebony to peek through in sparse intervals, and even that is an unusual coloration to see, far afield from the hue of a typical angel's feathers.

They wings are wide, and you imagine they must have once been very impressive, but now, you can actually see the glistening pink of tendons through the meagre feathers that have somehow managed to cling to the bone of the ulna.

“If only your blows struck half as deeply as your words,” the strange angel thrums in a gravelly voice that pricks your ears for a reason you can't quite wrap your head around, “Perhaps you might actually leave some lasting damage...”

Ivy's response is to thrust her hands into the air, both middle fingers lifted proudly towards the sky.

It would be the perfect opportunity for the angel to get in his own strike, and in fact, you actually wince on behalf of Ivy. But as the seconds pass and she returns to her fighting stance, you realise that the angel has just allowed that moment to pass them by... something unheard of for the strategically gifted species.

What the Hell is going on?

Sitting back on your haunches, you ignore the wayward foot that treads on the back of your calf and instead crane your neck to catch a glimpse of the angel's face as Ivy finally circles to stand in front of you. Perhaps if you can take away a defining feature or two, you could describe them to Usiel so that he can shed some light upon why they might be here, or how an angel might fall from grace to land in one of Haven City's seediest back alleys in the first place.

But it's at that moment that you finally lay eyes on the angel, and all thoughts of solving this mystery fly out of the proverbial window.

Once you look upon the face of what had only moments ago been obscured by Ivy's spry figure, any and all traces of pity or compassion that have gradually been swirling behind your ribcage promptly evaporate in the blink of an eye.

Sweeping in to take their place comes a rancid, bitter hatred and the foul chill of shock that twists your face into a horrified and open-mouthed expression, all within the span of a single second.

The face that looks back at you – or rather, back at Ivy – is one that you recognise, but also one that you'd hoped never to see again, not for the rest of your life, and well beyond that.

Everyone in the alley falls silent, though you're almost sure people are still hollering. It's the ringing in your ears that has drowned out any other noises surrounding you.

You want to throw up. You want to run. You want to call for War and hope the Horseman is somehow, miraculously within earshot.

You must have gasped, or made some kind of sound, though you don't hear yourself make it, because at that moment, a single, pale eye tears itself from Ivy and swivels down to land on your face. The other eye remains obscured behind an all too familiar plate of solid gold and onyx that serves as a circular patch, fused into the angel's skin but doing little to hide the scars that stretch halfway up his forehead.

You know from Death's many stories that there isn't an eye beneath that patch, just an empty hole that's as dark as the weapon which stole half of the angel's vision millions of years ago.

Your blood turns to ice in your veins as his remaining eye finally locks onto yours and grows wide, perfectly reflecting the same kind of shock you must be displaying on your own face.

Slowly, your mouth drops open of its own accord, and before you can realise what you're about to utter, you've already croaked the name of humanity's most hated angel.

“Abaddon?”

At this point, asking his name is entirely redundant. You'd recognise that face anywhere.

Abaddon – former leader of the Hellguard. Destroyer.

The very angel who owes his continued existence to you, and you alone.

You watch the recognition flash across the ex-General's face, and then you watch his mouth fall open and form the shape of a single word, spoken in a hushed, gravelly murmur, yet somehow it rings as loud as a thunder clap in your eardrums.

“Y/n?”

With the utterance of your name, the noise of the crowd comes surging back to you all at once, and with it, a sudden rush of adrenaline that kicks your brain into gear and sends you scrambling upright onto your feet.

You hear his voice – that awful voice – calling your name again, much louder this time, almost a shout that's half drowned out by the people around him, but you're already turning on your heel and shoving your way back through the ocean of people, this time being far less precious about who you bump into or blunder past.

Another call of your name, accompanied by boos and jeers from the crowd, who're more than likely upset that their evening's entertainment has been put on pause.

Someone elbows you in the ribs as you knock into them, yet you only give a muted grunt and twist your head over a shoulder whilst you run, feeling your heart lurch in alarm as you see Abaddon staring down at you from over the throng of humans.

He'd always been enormous, from what you recall, even when he wasn't trapped in the form of a fire-breathing dragon who attempted to swipe both you and War out of Ruin's saddle that fateful day so many months ago.

You're reminded of the angel's gargantuan stature now. While he's not quite the height or width of a maker, he certainly stands several feel taller than War, and at least two metres higher than your own head.

A thin line of blood trickles from the angel's nose, but that's all you catch a glimpse of before you burst through the back of the crowd and hurtle forwards into a dead sprint, your shoes kicking up stones and grit in your haste to retreat.

As suddenly as you arrived, you vanish back down the alley you'd only just ventured through, with the eyes of a ghost burning holes in the base of your skull.

[marymary-diva17]

Running errands (modern au)

Running errands in the sully house hold was either a solo active or group active of anyone who wished to tag along with them. Running errands was always fun to do with others as well because someone, was always doing some funny. Having helpers made running errand run as there were people with you willing to help out.

Y/n " well I'm off shopping" you had announced that to the kids as Jake and neytiri were still at work, soon the sound of people making their way towards you come.

neteyam " hey mama can we come as well please" you and put on your jacket and soon slipped on your shoes, after grabbing your purse and car keys.

y/n " sure I can sue the help and company"

lo'ak " yes there are also some stuff we always want to get as well"

y/n " well come along and we can get you all what you want" the kids soon grabbed their coats or jackets and soon slipped on their shoes, they soon followed your into the garage. Lo'ak and pushed the garage door button have the garage go up, soon everyone ahd headed towards the car.

lo'ak and neteyam " shot gun" the two boys were fighting on who got to sit in the front passenger seat with you, you and your daughter stood there looking at them.

tuk " mama why are they fighting"

kiri " they are stupid"

y/n " boys enough I will decide who will ride in the passenger seat and it will be Neteyam"

neteyam " I win"

lo'ak " no fair why him and not me"

y/n " you can ride next time as your brother is learning to dive and most learn from watching other"

lo'ak " yes mama"

kiri " I will help tuk into her booster seat"

tuk " aww when can I sit in car like everyone else"

lo'ak" because you are short and need it maybe when you grow taller"

tuk " aww"

y/n " when you are older you can ride like your older sibling but until now, you are in booster sit mode"

tuk " yes mama" soon everyone had pilled into the car and once everyone was buckled in and safe, soon the family had head towards the grocery store. After some diving the family soon reached the grocery store, lo'ak had grabbed a shopping cart for the family.

y/n " what my rule when are out on public"

neteyam " rule one act on our best behavior and use our manners"

y/n " yes"

kiri " if we spilt up from you stay in groups or pairs for safety"

y/n " correct"

lo'ak " if you are going to fight like a sully go down like a sully" you soon looked at lo'ak confused about his word, you never told them this.

y/n " who taught you that"

kids " dad"

y/n " that sounds correct"

tuk " stay near you when we are with you"

y/n " yes so do you all want to stay our head off"

Neteyam " well I, lo'ak, and kiri have some stuff we want to get for out movie night event with spider and our friends"

y/n " okay take a small basket and place the stuff in here come find me if you wish"

lo'ak " okay bye mama we will be good"

y/n " I know but neteyam in changer still"

kiri and lo'ak " aww"

y/n "tuk do you want to go with them"

tuk " no they know the snacks I love and promised to get them for me right"

lo'ak " yes tuk we remember we wont let you down"

y/n " okay tuk you are with me do you want to be cart or walk"

tuk " I'm a big girl now I want to walk"

Y/n “ well behave all of you and o will see you all later” the three older kids soon took off together you soon looked at your daughter. 

Y/n “ ready to go baby”

Tuk “ ready mama” you soon walked off with Tuk as she was holding onto your shopping list. 

Tuk “ we need vegetables mom and you said any kind” 

Y/n “ well youngest to choose one baby girl” Tuk soon smiled and soon grabbed corn and placed them into the cart, that when you picked green beans. 

Tuk “ mama why don’t you get broccoli anymore” 

Y/n “ maybe o will get a small bag of it we don’t eat it that much at home that much” 

Tuk “ okay mama” 

Y/n “ now com on let’s get some other stuff as well and for being my good helper, you get to chose any desserts you want” Tuk face had light up with happiness as she ran towards the cookies, she and grabbed some chocolate chip cookies some of them already made and the dough in plastic bin. 

Tuk “ here mama I want this for desserts this week please” 

Y/n “ sure baby but then in the cart and mind the eggs” 

Tuk “ mama why do we get a big counter of eggs” 

Y/n “ because honey there seven of us in the house we will need all the food we can get” 

Y/n “ it less the chance of you brothers and dad fight over snacks” 

Tuk “ they are funny” 

Y/n “ well honey we are stuck with them for the rest of our lives” Tuk soon started giggle more you soon smile at you soon moving along, and collecting the rest of the stuff you need from the list. Getting the stuff jake and neytiri wanted from the store. 

Tuk “ why do you get couple label stuff mama” 

Y/n “ well I think it cute and I’m a couple with you mom and dad” 

???? “ mama” you soon looked and see kiri coming walking towards you with an smile on her face. 

Y/n “ hey sweetie what do have there” 

Kiri “ we got the snacks that were needed"

y/n " I can see that but you are minus two brother" soon lo'ak and neteyam had turned the corner and soon made their way towards, you and the girls once they saw you.

y/n " nevermind I got my question answered"

lo'ak " hey mom we got some frozen pizza can we have them tonight with our friends"

y/n ' sure you can"

neteyam " yeah and tuk don't worry we got you cheese pizza as well"

tuk " yeah my favorite" once everything was checked off the shopping list, you soon head towards the check out with the kdis who were helpful as well. Running errands with the kids was fun as they made the whole shopping experience fun and helped it go by quickly. The family soon reached home and the kids had helped you unload the grocery from the car, and helped you put them away as well.

Jake " we are home"

y/n " hey loves"

neytiri " oh did you go grocery shopping with the kids today"

y/n " yes we went on errand run it was fun and the kids are having a moving night with their friends, so they need some stuff from the store and they were very helpful as well"

Jake " that good so that means we have the whole night with you and not interruption"

y/n " maybe we can have stay at home night date watch some movies and cuddle on the couch, under some blankets and enjoy each other company"

neytiri " that sounds perfect we haven't have a dat night for a while this will make up for it" you had laugh at neytiri and Jake being happy about having a date night with you, even due it was still at home they were going to take it. while the kids were having their Friday move night with their friends and cousin, Jake and neytiri were enjoying their date night with you enjoying and you were enjoying having some time with them as well.

[starwarsmum]

Day 9 of the Maribat BioFamily September prompts! This one is Ransom 😊

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Marinette thought that the universe was being pretty unfair. It wasn't like she had been walking around Gotham, alone, and talking to anyone and everyone she came across. Well, okay, maybe it was a little like that, but she was Parisian and she believed that a little kindness went a long way, so she wasn't going to ignore the people she interacted with. 

And she was meant to be meeting up with Steph, but she had received a text to say she was running a little late because of a bank robbery so she didn't have a choice but to wait. The fact that she had headed to a coffee shop for a quick boost should be seen as responsible - she knew she would be struggling after staying up too late, so she went to get caffeine to keep herself alert! 

She just should not be blamed for the fact that Mr Freeze decided that particular coffee shop to come to. Hell, even villains need a caffeine fix, right? But apparently her picture had been making the rounds in Gotham because he had taken one look at her and recognised this as his next chance to extort a billionaire. 

“Listen, you know I'm not, like, Bruce Wayne's kid, right?” Marinette said, fiddling with the ropes that was binding her wrists. She had definitely turned on the tiny foreign kid act, flinching whenever one of the goons came near her, so they had tied her up much more loosely than they should have. She had already succeeded in freeing her hands and was rolling the rope to use later.

“But you are connected to them, are you not,” Freeze said, and Marinette couldn't think of a way to refute it without lying. He took her silence as acquiescence and decided he was safe to monologue. “Do not worry, child, as long as Mr Wayne pays me for your safety, you will be returned unharmed.”

“And if he doesn't?” She asked quietly, injecting a little fear into her voice. She was silently undoing the (admittedly loose enough to walk) rope around her feet, leaving it looped around them so that if he turned around all would seem the same. He didn't.

“You will still remain unharmed, but I cannot allow you to go home,” he said, and Marinette relaxed minutely, until he continued. “Perhaps you would do nicely in a cryotank, like my darling wife.”

She decided that she didn't have time to wait for someone else to come and save her. She waited a handful of minutes before asking in the most frightened voice she could for the bathroom. The villain grunted at the henchman standing closest to her and he hauled her to her feet. She made sure to shuffle as though still bound even though the rope had vanished into her hands as she stood.

As soon as they were out of sight of the others, Marinette span on her heel and slammed her fist into her guard's solar plexus. As he doubled over, gasping for breath, she slipped an arm around his neck and tightened into a stranglehold. The combination of her two attacks meant he put up very little resistance and she was soon a free agent. 

She took a moment to activate the homing beacon in her shoe’s sole before weighing the ropes in her hands. Her mind whirring as she thought about the room she had just left, she tied a knot in the end of the longer rope and swung it around experimentally. Pleased at the weight, she dragged the thug she had knocked out into a hidden corner and got to work.

_ _ _

When Marinette's beacon activated, Damian had been doing a workout in the cave. When he heard the alarm blare, he assumed Tim had been half asleep at a coffee shop and picked up by the Riddler or Scarecrow again. Honestly, the man was only slightly bigger than Damian and quite clearly an easy target.

The moment he saw that Marinette had activated her beacon, he felt an icy calm settle over him. He hardly remembered suiting up but he could feel his heart hammering against his ribcage as he shot along the streets on the R-Cycle. The warehouse that she was apparently held captive in was quiet, which instantly made him panic.

He didn't wait for backup, merely grappled onto the roof to see if he could find a discreet way into the building. When he slunk in through a skylight, he felt relief wash over him as he saw Marinette, standing unharmed in the centre of the room. He dropped silently into the room, approaching her with caution, and finally caught what she was saying.

“...unhealthy. I didn't stand for it when Hawkmoth tried to excuse his behaviour as ‘love for a comatose wife', and I won't stand for it here. If she's sick, she should be in a hospital. The world is made of both creation and destruction, what you are doing flies directly in the face of it,” she ranted, hands on her hips.

Damian finished his approach and placed a hand into Marinette's shoulder, meaning to convince her to leave. But he should have announced who it was because no sooner had his hand made contact with her shirt than she had stepped backwards and executed a half turn that ended with him on the floor.

“Da- Robin, what are you doing here?” She shrieked, dropping the arm she was gripping to allow him to get back up. He glanced towards Mr Freeze, who was sitting on the floor, his cold suit unmoving. Whatever Marinette had done to him, he wasn't going anywhere until someone moved him.

“We were alerted to an abduction,” Damian said, tone amused now that he knew she was okay. She gave him a sheepish smile and he resisted the urge to pull her close. “Did one of my associates already come by and free you?”

“Oh, um, maybe?” She replied, grinning cheekily up at him. He bit back an exasperated sigh and called for backup, wondering how on earth they would explain it if word got out that the newest Wayne associate had freed themselves from a kidnapping.

“How did you get caught up in this mess?” He asked eventually once Red Hood had appeared to drag Freeze away. As she recounted her tale, he couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him. He tried to explain himself before she became annoyed, but he could see the frown line in her brow. “It is just that Drake is often abducted from coffee shops and held for ransom - I did not realise it was a genetic trait.”

[spadesolace]

polaroid love- bonus 0.4: safe haven

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yn arrived exactly 30 minutes after her last message. standing in front of the same door a couple of days ago, it was quiet compared to last time, or so she thought. ringing the doorbell led to a bunch of screams, a bit of running around can be heard, only for haerin to open the door.

“unnie? what brings you here?” yn bowed at the cat-like girl, showing her smile that makes people swoon for her. haerin understands why minji and hanni like her, her aura itself gives off comfort and safety along with her bright smile.

“is minji ready?”

“minji-unnie? i thought your date was this coming weekend?”

before yn could answer, there stood in front of her was hanni and minji behind her. even in their most comfiest clothes they still look ethereal, hanni with her hair a mess while brushing her teeth and minji just looking at yn in awe.

“hey.” minji was glowing, despite running around to pick the perfect comfy clothes she had. she’s here for minji this time, the first girl to have caught her eye when their music video released. she’s pretty.

“hey.” yn could only glance at hanni, she couldn’t decipher what she must be feeling right now. similarly with minji last time, there was something off.

“just in time, huh?” minji laughed as she put on her shoes. right after, giving yn a hug as a greeting. haerin could only nod in approval as hanni watched the interaction in front of her. oh, that stings.

“bring her home by 11, unnie!” haerin shouted as minji pulled away and waved goodbye to her group.

“that’s just 3 hours, rinnie.”

“i don’t care, just bring her home safely.” it didn’t take long as danielle and hyein went to greet yn and say their goodbyes as the pair walked off.

minji was much bolder than hanni, holding onto yn’s arms right away as soon as they started walking. a bit taken aback because as far as yn remembers minji’s love language isn’t physical touch.

“what’s the plan for tonight?”

“dinner first and… wait have you eaten yet?” minji shook her head. she really just got off of practice and changed her clothes into some clean ones that weren’t drenched in sweat.

“then come on, we’ll get dinner on the way. its one of my fave spots.” something about the way yn runs while holding minji’s hand brings adrenaline in minji’s veins as the feeling of being together with her crush is giving her the drive to do unimaginable things.

even yn felt the adrenaline, after opening the passenger side for minji or the fact that she assisted minji with her seatbelt. if hanni brought her comfort, minji gave her confidence. it was the same scenario, the aux was given to minji as yn jammed to everything in her playlist.

“so where’s this fave dinner spot of yours?”

“its near the place we’re going to, just a small noodle shop.”

the date was different from when she went out with hanni. minji is more relaxed but also alert, a bit talkative compared to hanni but it wasn’t to the point she’ll get tired of it. yn enjoys listening to minji talk about her interests, her day, and asking yn that sometimes took her by surprise.

“why’d you audition for jyp?” weird question for a date but so be it.

“at the time, before big hit or hybe really took everything by storm. jyp was the leading entertainment company and i was a big twice stan.”

minji explains hers, yn is interested, sometimes singing to the songs together as they wait for the red light to turn green. making a bit of a bold move by holding minji’s hand, she was a bit fidgeting, clearly nervous about this whole ordeal.

“you good?” minji hummed, yn’s hand still holding hers as she continues to drive.

“yeah, i’m great even.” haerin would not hear the end of this later once minji arrives home.

“good, i don’t want you to be uncomfortable while you’re with me, cutie.” the butterflies in her stomach keeps on erupting, her cheeks flushed, and her gaze on the driver who clearly been keeping track of her. minji never thought she could feel this sort of way, something that would make her excited to see yn everyday.

you’re making me fall for you, yn.

as yn would describe it, the noodle shop was indeed small and lowkey, yet they offer good noodles and dumplings at a reasonable price. clearly, the idol has been to the same place that she has a designated spot already, minji found it adorable, especially the grandma handling the place. while walking to the table, she was teasing yn on how the grandma is very fond of her, asking if minji was her girlfriend. it was a good thing minji was behind her to notice her flushed cheeks along with her ears being red as a tomato.

“aish, you two have fun, i’ll give you dumplings for free.”

“it’s fine-”

“just sit down and pick what you like.”

minji was just laughing at the interaction, she knew yn had a very comforting and friendly personality but seeing it in person with (she sees as) a stranger, shows that the title of nation’s heartthrob is very fitting. despite it being sudden, a literal one call away, here she was sitting in front of her crush who has been nothing but a pure sweetheart.

yn was a walking green flag, holding the door open for minji, putting her comfort first, and when minji was shivering, without saying anything yn gave her jacket to minji. she wonders if she did the same thing to hanni when they went out, but from the looks of it, yn gave off a very different vibe. one that would surely make you stop and look at her while walking past her.

“stop staring, cutie. i might melt.” it wasn’t just minji staring but also yn, she really looked cute wearing her jacket that was clearly way too big on her.

“sorry, you’re just… pretty.” yn didn’t catch the last part, watching as minji’s cheeks slowly turned red along with her covering her face.

“min-” before yn could start her sentence, their food was served along with the dumplings the grandma gave for free, along with a pitcher of ice cold water.

dinner ended the same way with yn’s date with hanni, getting to know each other further along with some flirtatious banter here and there. yn took notice how minji scrunches her nose in either cringe or how good the food is, no in between, or how minji eats a bit slower than her and yn slowing down just so she wouldn’t be pressured to finish her food right away, and how she still fed yn one of the dumplings and wiped the broth that was spilling on the corner of her lips.

minji also noticed how yn is very meticulous and clean while eating, especially preparing her anti-acid meds on the side if the dish is too spicy for her to handle. yn is soft-spoken that she forgets that this is the same girl that screams in their lives and causes chaos along with the maknae line.

“i like how when you’re speaking in korean your voice is so soft then you speak in english suddenly i feel like its a different person.”

“i assume its the accent?”

minji nodded, but yn also pointed out the same thing, and it ended up with the both of them trying to speak in english without making their voices deeper.

time went by slower than they expected, only spending an hour at the place. the grandma still didn’t let them pay for the dumplings.

yn and minji fought on whose paying only to end up with yn paying as sunbae which was total bs according to minji. as they walked out, minji took yn’s hand as they walked back to her car, laughing and talking about everything and nothing.

“ok but where are we actually going?”

“that is a secret, cutie.”

they took their time walking back to yn’s car as minji pouted and let go of her hand just to cross her arms. yn found it amusing, a bit cringe but she still found it cute with minji doing it. wrapping her arms around the girl, swaying side to side as she apologized. she couldn’t even act mad at yn, what more if they were actually dating.

i can’t with her, sim yn, stop playing with my heart.

minji hugged yn back and finally continued their walk back. walking as if they weren’t rookie idols who dispatch could probably be following for their new year tradition. that is for future minyn to deal with.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

the ride to the carnival was a blast as minji put on songs that were perfect for hyping them up. especially when she played tokyo drift and yn jokingly sped up a bit only for minji to laugh at it and see the fun in it.

in minji’s gallery, there is a picture of yn driving that perfectly showcases how much she adores how playful the girl is. she won’t forget this night, maybe this could be the start of something beautiful.

although crowded places is the number one thing yn hates despite being an idol and performing for hundreds or thousands on the daily. being part of that said crowd is what she despises. here she is, at a carnival looking for the arcade where not a lot of people go just to play with minji and when things die down that’s when they go around the carnival itself.

the things i do for the people i like.

minji was having a blast, beating yn in some of the games, watching yn sulk over a racing game as it didn’t have a tokyo track so she can jokingly sing to tokyo drift, or how yn manage to win her a bunny plushie on her second try on the crane game. the date was at its peak as minji pulled yn to the rides, some that weren't crowded. she’s aware of yn’s social anxiety in these certain situations. she has mentioned before during the group dinner that she gets a bit overwhelmed.

to keep yn afloat, she held on her hand as they walked through the carnival, looking for rides that they would enjoy.

they screamed while going through the haunted houses, minji laughed as yn almost punched an animatronic, and just lost it as they got out.

“you- really- almost punched that ghost animatronic.” minji said in between laughs as yn sat on the floor catching her breath, laughing along and looking up at minji. oh wow, she’s beautiful.

“not my fault, it's called self defense.” her laugh died down as minji offered her hand to help yn up. that was the first time she felt a spark, literally.

it was a bit concerning with the amount of screaming they’ve done within those 15 minutes. a few more rides, some carnival games in between, the night was coming to a close as yn and minji walked hand in hand towards the ferris wheel. they’re just grateful no one has recognized them, the mask surely helping them.

as they relaxed in the ferris wheel, minji sat next to yn who still held her hand as it slowly went up, watching the view. the city lights create a comforting atmosphere for yn, minji, on the other hand, simply let her head rest on yn’s shoulder. letting things be as it came to a stop on top of the ferris wheel.

“i had fun, minji.” caressing the back of minji’s hand with her thumb, her attention diverted from the view to their hands.

“me too, yn.” both looking at their intertwined hands, it felt familiar for yn. too familiar that it scared her a bit. letting go of minji’s hand, she placed it around her waist, watching the view change as the ferris wheel started moving again.

somewhere within that ferris wheel basket, minji did the unspeakable. the unexpected.

minji kissed yn… on the cheek. maybe, she’ll do it properly next time.

the trip home was peaceful, for minji.

yn’s mind was buzzing, putting a facade as her and minji sang to the songs playing on whoever’s playlist. the familiarity of kim minji, compared to the unfamiliarity that is pham hanni yet there was a sense of home and comfort.

yn also did the unthinkable, hugging minji, thanking her for the time, and lastly, kissing her forehead. minji walked inside their dorm, leaning back on the door, and screaming on her hands. finally taking notice, she’s still wearing yn’s jacket.

yn is fucked and she needs to buy that snorlax bean bag, ASAP.

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December 23rd

pairing: Jack Daniels x fem!reader

warnings: allusions to smut, reader is shorter than Jack

words: 945

a/n: fast forwarding on these two's relationship! Jack no. 3 Directory December Writing

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A year went by with you seeing Jack and everything was great. He always volunteered for the work trips that took him near you and you’d travel to meet him every so often, and it worked out so you saw each other at least twice a month. 

This holiday season, you had offered to spend it at his place since he had spent so long at yours. You wanted to share in his holiday traditions and meet his people and everything. Jack eagerly agreed and once you had some friends lined up to stay at your place while you were gone (which was nice for them because they had roommates), you were planning a whole vacation. 

You were spending over a week so you could be there for Christmas and New Year’s. When you arrived midday on the 23rd, Jack was home to greet you and greet you he did. It had been a little longer since you had seen each other because you were saving up vacation days to spend more time together, and absence had definitely made your hearts grow fonder. 

After several rounds of sex, all over Jack’s house, he did feed you lunch and helped you unpack. Then you went grocery shopping together and you insisted on making dinner for the two of you. Jack had acquiesced only if he could do the dishes all on his own. 

He was allowed to sit on one of the bar stools and have a finger of whiskey and taste test and also maybe tell you where things were if you had forgotten. You were also asking him many questions about his family and traditions so that you would be a little more sure of yourself when you met them all. 

You were going to see them all on Christmas Eve for some of their traditions and were going to make cookies to bring in the morning. Jack said that he had always bought cookies for the cookie swap so he was very glad to have someone who knew how to make them because he’d be saving so much money. He was a dork but you told him that he’d not just be sitting by while you made them, he’d be learning how to make them himself. 

But tonight you could just relax and be together and probably watch some tv and have some more sex. But an hour after dinner, you were a little peckish. 

“Honey, I think I want some tea and maybe some of that chocolate bar we got, do you want anything?” you asked Jack, looking up at him from where your head was laying on his lap. 

“Um, yeah, darlin’. Just bring the whole chocolate bar back. And I have a teapot in the cupboard above the sink if you wanna use it,” Jack told you. “Do you want me to come with you and get it?” 

“You’re fine, I can just use the stool,” you said, shaking your head with a smile as you stood up. “I’m very resourceful if not as tall as you.” 

“Well that’s good,” Jack murmured as he caught you for a quick kiss before you walked away. 

In the kitchen, you got out the chocolate bar, set the electric kettle to boil and picked out some orange spice tea, no caffeine because Jack always said he got wired if he drank it after 12:00 pm. 

Then you got the stepstool to get to the teapot. You opened the cabinet and saw a pretty, blue and green ceramic teapot and wondered if it was vintage or an heirloom from his family or a gift from someone. 

___

Jack was patiently waiting in the living room, thinking about how this snack would be the perfect pick me up to energize the two of you for at least two more rounds of sex. 

Then suddenly he heard a crash and a yell from you and was off to the kitchen like a shot. 

“Are you okay? Sweetheart?” he asked in panic, seeing you with a look of panic on your face, frozen on the stepstool. At least the crash hadn’t been you falling. 

You looked at him and he saw tears in your eyes, “I— I broke your t-teapot!” 

Jack hated seeing you so upset and was worried about your safety because now he could see that you were surrounded by broken pottery and had no shoes on. 

“Stay right there on the stepstool, baby, I’ll be right back!” 

In the next five minutes, Jack put on his own shoes, carried you over to sit on the counter and comforted you, swept up the mess, vacuumed, and shone a flashlight everywhere to make sure there were no more pieces. 

“I- I know you said you weren’t upset, but I broke your teapot,” you insisted, still a little tearily. 

“Honeypie, I bought that teapot last week so you could make tea how you like to when you got here. It wasn’t valuable or vintage or anything, I’m just glad you’re okay,” Jack told you, holding your face gently in his hands. 

Tears fell down your face anyway and he wiped at them with his thumbs, “What’s wrong?” 

“Th-then it was supposed to be o-our teapot!” you exclaimed, crying even more. 

Jack couldn’t help but smile and he brought you into him for a tight hug and so he could rub your back. “You’re so sweet, peach. Let’s find a replacement together, after Christmas, okay? Then it can really be our teapot.” 

“Oh,” you said and then hiccuped. “That’s— that’s a good idea.” 

“Good,” Jack said and pulled back to press a sweet kiss against your lips.

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[temporary-soulessness]

Quiet love | Kishibe x reader |

[Pairing] Kishibe x f!reader

[Author's note] This is my first official fanfiction and honestly, its bad. Please don't expect much. I'm honestly only writing this cuz there needs to be more fluff in the csm fandom cuz ya'll are a bunch of horndogs/j.

[Synopsis] Being the strongest devil hunter is never easy, but your presence makes it bearable

[Content] This might be a bit ooc, fem reader, fluff, kishibe being sweet, suggestive but not nsfw, just a whole lot of teeth rotting sweetness, not beta read

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ♡･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

You come home to an empty apartment.

It wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Despite being partners, both in work and life, there would be cases where the strongest devil hunter was needed and his work partner wasn't, so here you are. All by yourself.

You let out a sigh as you kick of your shoes and leave them by the door. You really hate the silence of an empty apartment. Don't get it twisted though, Kishibe isn't a loud person but his silence was safe. I was kind-warm even. His silence made you feel like you belong, it screamed how badly he wanted you. You shake off how much you want to place your lips on the scar on his cheek and decided you needed a bath.

Kishibe was thinking about you, more specifically, he was thinking about how much he wanted to kiss you.

If he's being honest with himself ever since the two of you got together, the only thing he ever thinks about is you. The way your voice sounds, the way you reach out to him when you worry, the way you squirmed underneath him-

He was finally done with his work, not the paper work, of course (he'd rather die), that was for someone else to do and he was exhausted. His body ached and he was itching for anything to inebriate on. He decided to go to a convenient store to buy himself some cheap booze and go elsewhere to get you take out. He pulled out his phone and shot you a text;

Kishibe- Is there anything you wanna eat? I'm buying take out.

You- Ha too lazy to be my male wife tonight? anything is fine honestly just hurry home!

The ends of his lips twitch upwards at your text. Part of him worried about you so much. He really wanted you to retire, but he knew you wouldn't. You weren't as strong as he was, no one was, and to make matters worse, you didn't have a devil contract. It irked him how much your safety worried him. He loved Quanxi just as much as you maybe more but he never once stayed up at night worrying about her. Then again, it's not like your on the same level as Quanxi, hell he's nowhere near it either.

He really hated how much he worried about you.

He unlocks the apartment door with a shopping bag full of take out and booze. He drops it on the table and opens one of the bottles and chugs it down.

"Kishibe?", You call from your shared bedroom. "Is that you?"

He drops the bottle and walks over to the bedroom. "Yeah, I'm back. I got you some Tonkatsu." The sound of his gruff voice fills your body with warmth.

You're standing in the middle of the room in only a towel, a second towel being used to dry your hair. Kishibe stands, leaning on the doorway checking you out. "How was your day, Love?", you ask. KIshibes' mouth is slightly curved. He loves when you call him that.

He walks over to you, wraps his arms around your waist and lets out a sigh. "Mmmm, You took a bath without me? I'm hurt." You roll your eyes and place a kiss on his cheek scar, his scruff felt nice on your lips. He smelled like cigarettes and whiskey. "Oh hush. Don't be so dramatic", you say throwing the towel you we're using to dry your hair and wrapped your arms around his neck. "You'll survive in the bath without me."

You move to let go of him but his arms tighten around your waist. You stare him down wondering what he wants. His lips were curved slightly upwards. Your face broke into a smile and you placed your lips on him. You hated whiskey, alcohol in general, and you especially hated nicotine. But they had him written all over it. His taste made them better. So much better. He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours.

"Wash my hair?", He asked

You let out a sound of begrudging agreement. "Fine, but you owe me a message after."

Kishibe rolled his eyes but you knew he would do it. He strips his clothes down changing into something more casual and that he didn't care about while you put on a pair of shorts and a tank top. Kishibe sat down in the tub with a far away look in his eyes. He looked so......

You couldn't really find the words to describe it, but he just seemed-

"Take a picture, kid. It lasts longer" Kishibe interrupted your thoughts with a smirk on his face. You pushed his head down as you grabbed the shampoo. "I'm not that much younger than you, OLD MAN." Kishibe let out a small chuckle as you started on his hair.

As you wet, lathered and rinsed his hair you watched his face. He was relaxed. He didn't have that slight-basically unnoticeable- furrow in his brow, his entire face was just- relax. You realize the word you were looking for before. Exhausted. Kishibe always looked so exhausted. But right now, in this very moment, as he was in your arms he looked so peaceful.

After you rinsed his hair for the last time, you grab a towel and use it to dry his hair.

You called out to him. "Kishibe?"

He tilted his head back so he could face you. "Yes?"

You place a chaste kiss on his forehead. "I love you."

You say 'i love you' to Kishibe almost daily, and you've done much dirtier things than just kiss him. But for some reason- maybe it was because of the atmosphere, maybe it was how much he missed being in your arms, who knows really- this time, it made him blush ever so slightly.

He didn't say it back. He never does-maybe he's scared that if he says it back it'll all become too real and he'd lose you for good- He did, however take you that night. Your small whimpering voice calling out his name and repeating those three words over and over again. After you passed out he lit himself a cigarette and watched you sleep. He held your hands and ever so gently said:

"I love you too"

He let it hang in the silence of the apartment, smiled to himself and thought- 'No way in hell I'm ever gonna say that to her face'

[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

chapter two

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

chapter zero, one

july 13, 2018

los angeles, california

calum

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When we wrap up our final rehearsal for the week, the boys and I are both hyped for tour and drained from the whole thing before it’s even started. We’re all sweaty and eager to go home, yet we can’t manage to actually say goodbye to each other in the parking lot at our rehearsal facility.

It’s funny, seven years of spending practically every minute with these guys and I still find myself wanting to spend more time with them. I guess that’s family.

“What’s on the agenda for you and O tonight, Cal?” Ashton asks and leans against his car. He’s probably the sweatiest out of all of us, but to be honest, we’re all drenched.

I can’t help but smile when I think of her. “She’s been feeling kinda sick lately, so I was just gonna grab some ramen from that place near our apartment and we’ll just take an easy night in.”

“Ah, right before tour? Better not catch whatever she’s got,” Mike quips. “Maybe you should quarantine from each other.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not quarantining from my girlfriend two weeks before I leave her for four months, especially not when she feels like shit.”

Mike mouths “whipped” to me before Luke intervenes. I pretend to whack Mike over the head and ruffle his hair. I know he’s just kidding, but he’s not wrong, so I wouldn’t actually care if he wasn’t.

“Alright, alright, cut it out you two. I’m calling it—let’s all go home now. See you on Monday morning.” Luke doesn’t wait for any of us to reply before he gets into his car and slams the door behind himself.

The rest of us laugh at his quick departure from the conversation but also take it as the end for us all. Mike and Ash give me a sweaty half hug before we’re all clambering into our own cars, mine the shittiest by far. This tank goes through gas at a rate that may honestly be illegal in California, but it’s my car and I love it. Besides, it runs. I get from point A to point B—what else do I need?

Orion. Ramen. That’s what I need.

The journey back to the heart of LA, including the pit stop at O’s favorite vegan ramen shop, takes me about an hour and a half. Actually, I guess it’s her second favorite. There was one in Madrid that she went to all the time that had a Winnie the Pooh sign, so naturally it became her favorite. That one was also far cheaper than any of the options in LA.

I park my shitty Jeep in the parking garage, next to her less shitty but equally beat up Honda Civic. The girl hits curbs and “bonks” other cars as she parallel parks all the time. Naturally that’s taken a toll on her car.

I swipe my fob to enter the building and nod to the security officer in the lobby.

If it weren’t for Orion going to UCLA, I probably wouldn’t live in such a central location, for safety reasons. When we decided to move in together, I didn’t want her to have to drive over an hour stuck in traffic to go to campus every day. Going from living on campus and being able to run to class 5 minutes before it starts is a big shift from living in an apartment, so I wanted it to be as easy as possible for her.

Thus, we live in a super secure building in Santa Monica with 24/7 onsite officers and fob entry for the parking garage and the building.

I take the elevator up to our floor and feel myself start to get giddy at the excitement of coming home to her. It’s so silly—we live together, have been together for two years, and yet I still get nervous to see her.

When I open the door to the apartment, Duke is waiting for me and I hear the sounds of a show playing on the TV in the living room.

“I come bearing gifts,” I call out and set our food on the entryway table while I kick off my shoes.

I’m met with silence.

“O, where are you?”

More silence.

I start walking through our home, looking for signs of life, but end up finding her curled up in a massive blanket on the couch, sleeping. She’s not wearing any makeup and her hair is dirty, pulled into a messy knot on top of her head. She looks adorable, but she must still feel kind of sick. She had gone to the doctor today since she keeps getting these bugs, constantly having a fever and feeling sick, then feeling better, but then the sickness comes back a few weeks later.

I carefully crawl onto the couch and gently lift her legs to lay across my lap, trying not to wake her up, but just wanting to be closer to her. My efforts are fruitless and she stirs, her eyes cracking open sleepily. When she sees me, she smiles.

“Hi,” she says quietly. “How was rehearsal?”

My shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “Same old. How’re you feeling? Did the doctor have anything helpful?”

She sighs and shakes her head. “Not really, they took some blood samples and stuff to send off to a lab. They think it’s just a bug, maybe a weakened immune system for whatever reason—they said the blood test could help indicate a bunch of different things.”

I frown. She’s been feeling kinda crappy every few weeks for months now. “I’m sorry they don’t have an answer yet. I brought you ramen.”

And just like that, there’s life in her face and light in her eyes while she beams at me. “You’re the best ever.”

Orion sits up and scoots closer to me and lazily drapes her arms over my shoulders. Her brown eyes gaze into mine and she gives me a quick kiss, pulling away too soon for my liking.

“Just one? I brought you noodles!”

She giggles — my favorite sound — and then she’s kissing me again, her lips smooth and soft with her favorite lip balm. It’s birthday cake flavored and she’s gifted me a few tubes whenever she makes me random gift baskets. I’ve gotten shit from the guys for it since it has glitter in it, but who wouldn’t want to think of their girl every time they put on a layer of lip balm?

“Thank you for bringing me noodles.”

“Anything for you,” I say, giving her another kiss. She beams her bright smile at me and then rests her forehead on my shoulder while pulling me into a hug. “Want to eat and then we can take a shower?”

“That may be the best idea you’ve ever had,” Orion says, pulling me even closer to her than I already am, trying to get rid of any space there is between us.

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A few hours later, we’re back on the couch, the sunset shining into our place through the windows, casting a warm glow over the entire space. We’re all tangled up in a mess of limbs and blanket and pillows; Orion is playing some silly game on her phone and I’m half paying attention to an episode of Brooklyn 99 on the TV. I know I have two more weeks here, but I can’t help but dread the thought of leaving Orion for months at a time. With her classes and our minimal breaks on this tour, we probably won’t get to see each other at all until after the tour is over.

We started out long distance, sort of, since we weren’t in the same place the whole time but saw each other frequently, but we haven’t been touring since the Sounds Live, Feels Live Tour ended a year and a half ago, so we haven’t really had to deal with being apart. I’m not worried about going long distance—Orion and I are stronger and happier than ever. I’m really just going to miss her… so much.

I’m thankful that tour is so crazy busy usually, so the time apart should fly by, and we’ll be having a great time playing shows every night and exploring different cities and meeting all the fans. I just wish O could come with us, but I’d never ask her to take a semester off. Her education is so important to her and I admire her for it, but I do almost want her to try a semester off now. Once she’s done with undergrad and is in law school, she definitely won’t be able to visit on tour, but that’s a problem for future us, I suppose.

They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but mine is already growing fonder from a mere few inches away. I don’t need more distance.

“What are you thinking about?” Orion’s soft voice interrupts my thoughts.

“No thoughts,” I say, tracing circles on her back. “Head empty.”

She chuckles, but I feel her gaze boring into my face, studying me. “Don’t lie. I know you zoned out.”

I swear sometimes she knows me better than I know myself. Every gift she buys me is completely her own idea—she’s never once asked for ideas or guidance and it’s always something I didn’t know existed but I needed or something I simply needed or wanted. She remembers everything I’ve ever liked at every restaurant we have been to and she knows every word to our songs, which I can’t even say I do. She can tell when I’m drained from being around people and will offer for us to leave before I’ve even had a chance to realize I’m ready to go.

Seen. Known. Loved. I’ve never felt more love from anyone than I have felt from Orion.

“Nothing, really, just being sad about leaving you for a few months,” I reply. When I look down at her, she’s pouting at me with sad eyes.

“Stop being sappy,” she goes. She then rolls her eyes. “It’s not gonna be fun at all to tour the world with your best friends and perform music you wrote to thousands of adoring fans and fulfill your lifelong dream.”

This time I roll my eyes. “Of course it’ll be fun, but that doesn’t mean I can’t miss you at the same time!”

“Even if you were here, I’ll be so wrapped up in LSAT prep and law school apps and classes, you wouldn’t get to spend much time with me anyway.” I know she’d be busy, but we’d be in the same space, sharing the same air, sleeping in the same bed. She’s right though, just the amount of LSAT prep she’s been doing with some of the other kids on the pre-law track over the summer took up an insane amount of her time.

Oh, Orion. Even though she lives her life through emotion and feeling, she still somehow can be logical and rational when it counts, almost to a fault.

“I’m still gonna miss you, so, so much,” I clarify. We lock eyes, and I know that we both know that it’ll be a bittersweet few months apart.

“You won’t miss me. I’ll be just as annoying as I am normally, just from a distance. I can promise you that!”

I crack a smile. “Oh yeah, you’re so annoying. Leaving your contacts on the side of the sink and using the espresso machine at ungodly early hours of the day. Always texting me to bring you a snack between classes. Giving Duke a kiss before me when you get home. Honestly, I can’t stand you.”

She scoffs and lightly taps her hand against my face in a mock slap. “Wow, so you’re leaving me and insulting me all in the same breath? Hit me while I’m down, why don’t you?”

“Hey, you called yourself annoying. I’m just supporting you here.”

“Fine, I’ll stop bringing you coffee in bed then.”

“Wait, no, no, no, I take it all back, please use the espresso machine while I’m still asleep.”

Orion looks at me with her big brown eyes, so round and gleaming with light, staring at me with pure adoration. “I’m gonna miss you.”

I gasp. “I thought you just said that won’t be happening!”

“Oh my god, just stop talking and kiss me!” She laughs and flips over so our chests are pressed together and I can pull her even closer.

read chapter three

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a/n: hi hi. idk what i’m doing here getting back into writing is hard :’) happy friday folks

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Hi! I hope you’re having a nice week ☺️ sorry to be a bother but I feel like I can trust you and your taste, so I’m hoping you’ll be able to give me some advice! I’m planning my first trip to Chicago over the summer and am trying to figure out the best area to stay in terms of safety and activities. I’m a little overwhelmed with all the options, lol. Do you have any recs?

Hello! You’re not being a bother. What a fun question to answer! I’m flattered you came to me to ask it.

I’ll give you some recs based off my own experience and some friends who live there. Where you wanna stay depends on a few things…your age, your budget, and what you wanna do.

I personally love the West Loop. It’s a younger crowd neighborhood, (20’s-30’s) lots of great food and bar options, and fun shopping and markets. It seemed pretty safe to me too. A friend of mine (another girl) and I walked around at night by ourselves and ended up at a bar and felt completely fine while we were out. The whole neighborhood is walkable too so you can just park your car if you’ve got one and go. All my friends there have said parking would be a bitch if I didn’t have a garage to use, but I’ve never had issues finding street parking. West Loop can be pretty pricey though, as can most places depending on the time of year you visit. A decent AirBnB for a week for 2+ people can cost you anywhere from $1500-$3k or more. My trips have been/will be just near or at the off-season mark and have been about $2k for 9-10 days. Hotels in the area can be just as or even more expensive. I think the only con about the West Loop is all the construction they seem to have going on, but that didn’t bother me too much.

If you’re looking for something that’ll give you a little more bang for your buck, especially if you’re going in the summer, I would suggest Lakeview, Lincoln Park, Wicker Park, or Streeterville neighborhoods.

If price isn’t an issue at all, there’s also the Loop, (basically just downtown Chicago) or Mag Mile that are great options too. There are lots of hotel options, easy transportation, food and shopping, and you’re close to all the tourist spots. The whole city is walkable really, just bring comfy shoes.

For food and activity recs, check out this post I made a few months ago.

Completely unrelated, but Chicago is also a very dog friendly city so I hope you love puppers! Let me know if you have any other questions and I’ll answer as best I can for you. Good luck with trip planning and I hope you have a great time! 🫶🏼