#she won't notice i took one either. she lets food go bad all the time

[mildmayfoxe]

sometimes theft is bad. for instance my roommate has a whole giant bag of apples that she's never gonna finish before they're no good anymore so i took one and it turned out the apples she bought are dogshit

[justanothersanjilover]

One Piece Modern Gym AU Wip (Part 20)

After they went through the whole aquarium twice, Zoro’s stomach started to grumble. Sanji looked at him almost angry.

“Why didn't you say that you’re hungry?”

“I’m not that hungry, Curly.”

“I can hear that!”

Sanji took his hand and dragged him behind toward the restaurant at the top of the aquarium.

“Seriously, I’m not that hungry. We can go another round if you want.”

“No! Your stomach grumbled, so you are hungry and I won't let anyone I know and care about walk around like that!”

Zoro shut his mouth and stared at the back of Sanji’s head. He knew that reaction and he instantly felt bad for him.

“Sorry…”

“What?” Sanji turned slightly but didn't stop walking.

“I said sorry. Next time, I’ll tell you. I didn't want to make you mad or something.”

Sanji looked at him as if he had seen a ghost. Then his gaze softened and he shook his head.

“I’m not mad…I…just don't like it when someone is starving, that’s all.”

Zoro nodded, brushing his thumb over Sanji’s hand. He wanted to ask, wanted to know why Sanji was reacting like that. Part of him already knew…or at least had an idea why. Starving…actually starving was horrible. He went a few days without food when he was a kid and it was the worst! But this was neither the time nor the place to ask such a question and so he dropped it - or rather put it in the box with the other questions he wanted to ask but didn't dare yet.

Shortly after this little conversation, they reached the lift but it was out of order. Sanji cursed and kicked against the wall.

“You good?” Zoro asked, watching him.

“Yeah…I just hoped we could take the lift and don’t have to walk up the stairs. The elevator is made of glass and you can see some of the aquariums through it and on the other side you can watch the city. It’s really cool…”

Zoro smiled at him because Sanji almost looked like a pouting kid.

“Maybe next time?” He asked and watched Sanji’s face light up.

“Next time? So…you want to go on a date again?”

Zoro chuckled, brushing a hand through Sanji’s hair as he walked over to the stairs.

“Wasn’t that obvious?”

“N…not for me.”

„You think I would still be here if I didn’t like our date so far?“

Sanji scratched the back of his neck.

„Guess not…“

Zoro opened the door to the stairs.

„Let‘s get some food, Cook.“

It took them the better half of twenty minutes to walk all the way up to the restaurant. Sanji picked a seat at a table in front of the big window wall. A waitress came over immediately and handed them menus. The woman was clearly drawn toward Zoro, smiling and trying to flirt with him. Sanji raised an eyebrow - either Zoro was that oblivious or he simply ignored her advances. It was quite funny so see. Sanji had to hold back his own flirting with the woman - he was on a date with a handsome man, he couldn't flirt even if he really, really wanted to!

“She’s nice,” Zoro said when the waitress finally walked away to give them time to look at the menu.

Sanji snorted and shook his head.

“So you are that oblivious.”

“Huh?”

Zoro looked a bit puzzled.

“She was full on flirting with you, mossbrain.”

“She wasn't…”

“Yes! She was! Oh my god, you really didn't notice?”

Zoro made a noise that could have meant anything and raised his shoulders. He glanced at the menu and then at Sanji, before placing it down.

“Do you already know what you want?” Sanji asked surprised.

“No.”

Confused, Sanji raised an eyebrow again.

“So…what? You're not eating? Did this make you uncomfortable? Should we got somewhere different?”

“Calm down, Curly. I just want to see what you eat and if I would like that, too. I’m not good at picking food in places I wasn't before.”

“Why didn't you say something? We could have gone somewhere you know!”

Sanji wanted to punch himself and Zoro at that moment. Why didn't he say something? And why didn't he think about that? Zoro mentioned something like this a while ago, so he should have remembered.

“I can see the panic filling your head. It’s fine.”

“I mean…I could order for you, if you want. I know your preferences and taste...We talked a lot about it at the gym.”

Zoro looked a bit surprised, but then smiled wide and nodded. Sanji sent him a quick smile as well and looked over the menu. He knew how much Zoro could eat, so he chose more than one meal - sort of a three-course meal.

They started with fish soup with a wide variety of fish in it, followed by fried rice with pork, eggs, vegetables, and a salad. Sanji also ordered a variety of Sushi, because he knew Zoro loved it but didn't eat it often (he had told him once at the gym) and topped it off with a big fruity ice cream for Sanji and a piece of delicious coffee cake for Zoro. Sanji also ordered wine to go with the food. Zoro hesitated for a moment, but then drank one glass to make Sanji smile. One was okay; he could handle more without feeling the need to drown himself in liquor again.

The meal was great, they chatted for what felt like hours. Sanji had a great time and so did Zoro. When it was time for the check, Zoro tried to insist that he would pay. But Sanji was having none of it!

“The hell I let you pay, Mossbrain! Firstly we agreed that I pay for the foot. Secondly I would have chosen different meals if you would pay.”

“Why” Zoro raised an eyebrow.

“Because those where expensive and I don't want you to pay so much money because I chose the meal.”

“If it's that expensive, then let's split the bill at least.”

Sanji shook his head and got his wallet out. He wouldn't allow Zoro to spend his hard-earned money on food he didn't even choose himself. Sanji had wanted to be a bit fancy and to spoil Zoro for the great day, so he didn't hold back. It didn't even hurt his bank account to spend this much money, it wasn't his own in the beginning.

He waved Zoro off as he tried to give him money while he paid their food and gave the lovely waitress a generous tip. A winning smile on his face when Zoro carved in and put the money away.

“You know I come to think you let me win the argument earlier to pay for the tickets, because you knew the food would be expensive,” Zoro muttered when the stepped out of the aquarium.

“I wouldn't do that, Mosshead. You won the argument fair and square.”

Sanji grinned at him, his hands innocently crossed behind his back. Zoro scoffed with an eye roll.

“Yeah, you would never do that.”

They both laughed. Encouraged by their laughter and the feeling of being save and accepted, Sanji hugged Zoro.

“Thank you,” he mumbled against his ear.

Zoro didn't move at first, and Sanji thought it was too much. Maybe he didn't want to be hugged? Maybe he didn't want to be seen like this in public? But as Sanji loosened his hug to step away, Zoro’s arms came up to hold him tight.

“You don't have to thank me for today, Curly.”

“Yes, I have! It was such a wonderful day. I haven't had that much fun in a very long time.”

Zoro felt his heart clench from Sanji’s words. They were just at the aquarium! Yes, it was great and they had fun - it was a perfect and lovely first date - but what was Sanji doing all this time if this made him say such things?

“Then we should do this more often.” Zoro pushed him away a bit, to look him in the eyes with a smile.

“You would listen to me talk about the same fish, spilling the same facts about them again?” Sanji grinned, but his eyes were full of disbelief.

“All the time.”

And now Zoro acted simply because he got encouraged by the moment. He grabbed Sanji’s face carefully, feeling him stiffen a bit. A smile played on his lips as he pressed them against Sanji’s forehead for a second. He hadn't forgotten his words, that he wasn't ready to kiss him. But he felt the need to show Sanji how much he liked him and forehead kisses were always nice, right? At least he hoped so…

“Was that okay? I’m sorry if not…I got a little overwhelmed…” Zoro asked when Sanji didn't say something - his guts seemed to form a knot because he feared he’d fucked up.

Finally Sanji smiled up at him and his guts unwind with relief.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Great actually. I like forehead kisses.”

Zoro smiled back while they slowly let go of each other.

“Now I have to find my bike again,” he said, scratching his head.

“I totally forgot about that! You can't drive!” Sanji said loudly, grabbing his shoulder.

A bit confused, Zoro looked over to him.

“Why not?”

“Because,” and now he practically shoved a scolding finger against Zoro’s cheek. “You had three glasses of wine. I’m not letting you drive around on a bike with that much alcohol in your system. It’s dangerous enough to drive a bike completely sober.”

Zoro laughed while mentally counting the glasses. Yeah, three were right. That was fine. Five or six, and he would rip his own ass off. But three?

“My alcohol tolerance is a lot higher than that, believe me.”

And those words seemed to flip a switch inside Sanji’s head. He clasped a hand over his mouth while looking like he’d seen a ghost.

“Oh fuck,” came the muffled curse.

“What?”

“I forgot! Fuck…I’m so sorry! I completely forgot you don't drink! Why didn't you say something? You should have…”

“It’s fine.” Zoro dismissed his words with a wave of his hand.

“It’s not! You need to tell me when I forget about things like this! Do you need something? Like…I don't know…like…”

Zoro could see the panic flooding Sanji’s brain in that moment.

“Curls…”

Zoro grabbed Sanji’s shoulders to force him to snap out of his rant and look at him.

“It’s fine. I can handle that much, okay? I would have told you if I wasn't one hundred percent sure I could handle it. It’s not your responsibility to watch out for what I drink. I need to stop myself if I’m feeling like it gets too much.”

Sanji shook his head slightly and Zoro braced himself for an argument, but all he did was grab his hands and look him in the eye.

“I still need you to tell me when I forget about things like this. I don't want to push your limits or for you to push them just to ease my mind, okay? Can we agree on that?”

“Sure. But then I need something from you, too.”

Sanji raised an eyebrow.

“And what would that be?”

“Another hug,” Zoro grinned.

Sanji rolled his eyes and hugged him tight. After some time, Zoro felt him poking his side and squirmed a bit - he was ticklish there.

“I hope you realize I won’t let you drive either way.”

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First part

[fumikomiyasaki]

🎨 for Ellis and Fennec!

🥚 for Fabio and Artemis (I mean, you have to include the rabbit for easter!)

🥞 for Alice and Elvira (hopefully three isn’t too much!)

Easter prompts (I have to take Fabio out sadly cause... well He is out of commision for April for a certain reason I won't specify, he will be back after april but over the month he mainly be in his room)

🎨 - our muses decorate some eggs

Somewhat he felt nostalgic as Ellis and Grim sat next to him preparing everything for painting some eggs for easter... he rather chose this place than his own dorm, given how messy some his dorm mates were compared to the calm atmosphere of the ramshackle dorm. Especially cause he knows the Ghost kids probably make much messes during this.

Instead he could now get some peace and listen to Ellis ramblings about the last time Fennec took her to one of the Polisionalles Theater plays and what she knew of the original stories... as he continued to let his brush run over the eggs.

"Say Fennec, how come you know these patterns anyways... they are on your clothing as well?"

"Its... the last memories I have of my parents and my brother... in the end I am one of the last survivors of our tribe... so I want to keep its legacy alive."

"I see... its also why you have those wings right?"

A firm not from him, part of his hand trembled thinking back to his brother... for one it was a reason why before he was annoyed being stranded in this world but since meeting Ellis it wasn't that bad of a detour... yet he still hadn't forgotten his goal... to either confirm his brothers death or find a way to save him from his stone condition... as Ellis noticed his uneasyness she put her hand on his.

"How about I find a way to make you smile instead? Whatever way you go I will support you."

"Right you said as much... you are also a reason I want to always come back in this place... even if its not my original home."

"Fennec..."

"What I can be honest too from time to time?"

He avoided his gaze with a red face as she nodded.

"Then lets get this work done and after that, how about we get distracted with watching a movie."

"Sounds fine by me."

He loved when she smile that bright... to him it truely was a beacon of hope despite being still kinda lost in this world... and even if grim made grunts of annoyances... he prefers this atmosphere much more than to his own dorm.

🥞 - our muses make and/or enjoy brunch

A bit of surprised was on the priestess face as Alice did invite her over for a brunch... of course she showed many signs of interest in the lady but hoped nobody was ever aware... she prayed that nobody would notice her interest... In somewhat of a worry she walked into this dorm... many members putting her off as she walked by them and ignored them.

Yet here she sat down on a prepared table with wine, some fancy dishes and looking up respectfully at the tall lady...

"Try some, I would be curious about your opinions."

It wouldn't be that bad to try a bit of the glass... after all the gods themself endulged in a bit of wine. And so Elvira took a small sip feeling somewhat satisfied.

"I am impressed really... you own up to your reputation but I still wonder, why invited a simple devout woman as I?"

The Vampiress got up her seat and leaned down, putting a hand on Elviras chin, getting her flustered.

"Your curious eyes are fun to see... even if it would be better you are more honest about your feelings."

A shiver went down her spine... somewhat she enjoyed the attention yet.

"It would be a sin to pursue this feeling... hence I refuse... nothing can stray me from my paths."

"Nothing you say... that sounds like a challenge to me... "

The priestess tried to face her eyes yet grew weak quickly... feeling somewhat mezmerized by how confident she looked at her... maybe the sin was more tempting than she thought yet... her head was stubborn, she quickly turned to the food and took a crumb of a bread.

"I appreciate your concern but Alice... I admit I took a liking to you yet I still can't gather my thoughts... I am torn between two sides..."

"Well I guess then I have to be a little more convincing towards you."

It really was like she was toying with her heart... but it was also like she enjoyed it a little... after the food she prayed... hoping that god wouldn't judge her too hard for her thoughts and feelings.

[terrestrialnoob]

Jazz sighed at the dress in her hands. It was the last one still surviving from before she'd disowned her parents and dragged Danny to Gotham to get away from them. The moment she'd gotten a steady job, steady food, and Danny easily tested into Gotham Academy, she'd started gaining weight and height and muscle to the point where she'd needed to replace her entire wardrobe.

"I'm pretty sure you can still wear it," Danny said, watching her separate the cleaned laundry into either a folded pile or a scrap pile for Danny. He'd started patching up his old clothes after becoming a hero and now it was something his hands could do while watching tv (and maybe he also wanted to help keep the costs down for his sister and repairing clothes was better than buying new ones all the time).

Jazz shook her head and sighed, "My arms are too big, plus, it won't even reach my knees..."

"Fine," Danny said, and she assumed she’d see the pretty blue patched onto some other clothes in the near future.

But, two weeks later, a cute regular offered to walk her home after her bar tending job and eventually asked her on a date. Danny pulled the old thing out, sleeves cut to straps and a kind-of petticoat to make it a little longer.

"I needed the practice." Was his excuse, but she could tell from his smile that he’d actually put a lot of work into it. She may have cried a little bit

Her date was going well too. Jason was a sweetheart who would rant to her about his family, or favorite books, or his precious motorcycle when he got a little too drunk. And, unlike most of the men Jazz talked to, he didn't mind looking up to meet her eyes.

The main issue with their date was the people following them. Jazz knew Danny was there, she could sense him when he was close enough, but there was someone else too. She excused herself to the restroom to scold Danny for following her. (Though, if she could be in two placed at once, she might have been able to see Jason making the exact same speech to his younger brother, with the addition of keeping the date a secret from the rest of the family, he didn’t need all of them up in his business and how did Damian know he had a date, anyway?) She also warned him about the other presence following them, and Danny said that's why he was there. And also maybe scare her date a little bit if they tried to overstep a boundary.

Then the attack happened. The restaurant wasn't too fancy, but apparently fancy enough for a gang to bust in and demand everyone put their valuables in a bag. Well, Jazz wasn't going to let these losers ruin her first real, non-trap, no-ghosts date in years! Even if she'd left all her collapsible weapons at home, when one of the criminals came up to her table...

Thank goodness Jason had conveniently run to the bathroom moments before the gang busted in, she didn't know what he'd think if he saw her break a man's nose, take his gun and pistol-whip the next closest bad guy with it before throwing the gun and beaning a third man in the forehead before the broken nose guy stood up and needed to be punched again. Danny also decided to come out of his hiding place, decking a man and made him trip back into another, before jump kicking the two of them to the ground.

When Red Hood and Robin entered the establishment, 5 of 12 were down and bloody with Jazz and Danny maneuvering together and set off a combo move that took out 3 more gangsters in one go. Robin and Red Hood did take out the last of them, but there assistance was clearly not necessary.

Though, the second the gang was zip tied up, Jazz turned on Danny and started scolding again. "I don't need you to follow me around on dates, Danny! I'm your big sister, I can take care of myself."

"Wait, he's been following you all night?" Robin asked, and while he got a 'it's none of your business' look from Danny, they couldn't have known how impossibly impressive it was for the Trained Since Birth Assassin to have not known or even notice that his brother's date had another stalker.

And as Danny and Jazz walked off to find her missing date, Robin and Red Hood shared a look, both blushing to high heaven. Red Hood put his hands up and said, "I won’t tell if you don't."

Oh no there’s two of them

[silentart]

I have another idea of a romance story, hear me out

Once upon a time, there's a man who was known as the strongest and the braviest man among his kind. He's also the great leader, the wisest, and the dependable soldier to his boss.

Little did the people know, that the man never received any care treatment. He never had someone care for him. He never showed any care for his subordinates either. As he always looks so stoic, scary, quiet, and expressionless. He always focuses on the mission he receives from his boss and finishes it without fail. His men admire him But they're dependent on him and believe he can take care of anything with ease, he never needs help.

One day, the man got into a conflict of an arranged marriage. A rich guy trapped him to marry His "defective" Daughter in exchange for accepting his request for collaboration regarding his mission. His boss and subordinates agreed to the marriage offer as they had never seen him attracted to anyone.

The girl was an abused daughter of a nobleman. She was often locked in her room and got beat up every day so she could be a better woman. She was given less food so she won't get fat. Always considered as failure. Got punished bad every time she did something wrong. She's not a rebel, but she's lack of woman skills, according to her father. So her marriage with that man means she's finally thrown away from her father's house.

The man had no choice. He accepted his wife and let her live with him. He never gave her any attention. Never even spoke to her either. Besides letting her do what she wants, he never cared what happened to her. It's the best treatment she ever had, better than being used as a punching bag all her life. She wanted to give something in return, by caring for him.

She cooks his meals, prepares his clothes, cleans the house, and does all the things a housewife does. However, her husband never noticed her at all. That thing goes on for 3 years of their marriage. The man is so used to the activity that he thinks it's normal. His wife still does the act of a housewife as thanks.

Until one day, the wife knows her husband will make bad decisions with his job. She tried to stop it by failing his mission to keep him safe. But all she got was a scold from her husband. Saying that she's interfering with his work. She explained her reason but her husband thought she looked down on him. He thinks that she's taking pity on him and thinks that he's weak even though she only cares for him.

He ignored her warning not to take the mission. Until the last day before he had to go to complete the mission. She banned him from his task. She told his boss that her husband was not available for the mission. The man got mad at his wife for making decisions on her own. He used violence at her by slapping her face until she fell and bled her nose. He Threatened her for causing this again and left. Giving her trauma that she had already forgotten.

Later, it turned out that her prediction was right. It is a bad decision to go on with the mission. The man came back almost dead, along with half of his men. He got home unconscious carried by his men and made his wife shocked by his condition. She took care of him until he got better. The man woke up and chose not to talk to his wife regarding his mistakes. But she had no problem and continued to nurse him. That's where he's confused and asked her.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Huh?"

"Despite what i did, why do you still like this?"

"Because I care about you"

That's where the man realizes what is like having someone who cares for him. Not taking advantage of him, not waiting for a reward, just caring for him for no exact reason. Even when she told him her reason that she was grateful for his kindness, he was still confused about what kind of kindness treating people like a void?

In the end, after the man got better. He observed his wife's personality, her interests, and everything about her that led him to fall in love with her.

The man who is always expressionless and never feels anything suddenly feels a ton of emotion after seeing his wife

[platinumrosetail]

Freenoodles sliktea shadowpeach spider Queen x baby fem Naga reader

So the reader parents are going hunting and leave Little us in our little basket

And go get food since our father is gone something killed him from trying to eat a veiggle or city ( mmmm wonder who ) and so she needs to hunt for food so she can feed us milk

But when one of the boys or mk or someone stubble on a rock or trip on something they hear a little cute nose and hissy and they see a basket and when they lift it up they see the little baby danger noodle reader but her eyes are not open yet and cuz they fall in something that had our mom scent we coo and NUZZ them

And they take us with them and are like ours

And when they mom comes back she finds out we are gone and go to find us

Meanwhile for 3 months the boys have been rasin us as there OWN and when we open our eye for the Frist time we impert on them like baby animal do when they see there mom and dad.

And when we are being babysitting by mk or mei or one of the spider boys our mother kidnapped us back but don't get far cuz dad and mom won't let it happen especially when there baby crying

Oooh a naga!reader request how interesting!! 😁

Warning: noob author, dark theme, platonic yandere characters, female!reader, and others.

Characters: FreeNoodles, silktea. This will have two parts!

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FreeNoodles:

It was tang who found your basket as he tripped into bushes have his husband worried.

Pigsy thought it might be a trap as the two are the first parental figures of mk aka monkie kid so he was skeptical though he quickly noticed his husband curiosity and decided to get it over with.

When he opened he wasn’t expecting to see a baby naga at all, he started theorizing all the possibilities of how you’re here as he watches his husband proceed to kidnap you.

He noticed that your eyes haven’t opened yet too so you’re very young to be left alone so he decided to let tang kidnap you as it’s for the best to not leave you unattended.

When your mother finally came for you, you had already opened your eyes and recognized tang and pigsy as your parents so it’s to late for you to imprint on your blood related mother.

They had to take care of you even though it wasn’t their plan at the start; it had changed on when they took care of you and never wanted to let you leave their arms and after all what kind of mother would leave their child alone even if she was only getting food.

Silktea:

Huntsman and sandy were just out about in nature as one of their stress relieving nature walks when they found you; sandy was the one who tilted the blanket a bit to see what was in it only to see a baby bags all alone without any caretakers or parents around in sight.

Huntsman didn’t seemed to want to take you home with them but Sandy persuaded him in the end. Sandy was so worried and shocked to have found you and decided to take you home and try and hopefully find your caretaker or parents.

Huntsman was the one to have noticed that you’re so young as your eyes haven’t even opened yet, so this might of been the work of abandonment or that the parents was killed, so he told Sandy what he figured out about it and that made Sandy feel pity for you as you’re left all alone either way so he went through his plan even faster.

Your mother had showed up as a sneak attack but was quickly stopped by huntsman; seeing a unknown woman in front of you made you hiss at her and cling more to sandy as huntsman got in between you. She was too late as you seem to have imprinted on sandy and huntsman and accepted them as your parents.

Huntsman was the one who took care of your now deceased mother as Sandy wouldn’t have the heart to do that as he knew something bad would happen if he did.

(A/n: haha! I made a post at 1: am! Reason why I couldn’t yesterday was because of how I wanted to draw a few things so yea anyway hope y’all like it!!)

(Here is where part two will be)

[sweet-seishu]

hate to love you

chapter twenty one

warnings for chapter: smut, unprotected sex, oral (both m and f receiving) lil bit of tiddie sucking, orgasm denial (brief) overstim ect. this is 3.4k words long oops. you can also probably read this as a stand alone if you really want. NOT EDITED

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"Almost ready doll?" You heard Ran ask from the other side of the door. You took a breath, looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Yeah." You replied, nerves suddenly settling into your stomach when you heard him walk away. You sighed, opening the door and walking into the main room. "Just need my shoes."

You looked to where Ran was standing, your breath caught in your throat as you took in his appearance. The black dress shirt that he left unbuttoned at the top showed a glimpse of the tattoo that covered the left side of his torso, the grey dress pants and jacket that fit him a little too well made you nearly feral. You bit your lip as a sudden rush of arousal stirred in your gut.

Ran wasn't doing any better. The minute he looked over at you and saw that classic little black dress on you he nearly came in his pants. The way the dress hugged your curves made him dizzy. He wanted nothing more than to keep you I'm the room, just so he could fuck you stupid.

"Oi Haitani." You said, snapping your fingers in front of his face. When did you get so close, and why was your perfume so intoxicating? "You good?"

Ran cleared his throat, snapping out of his daze before looking down at you. "I'm good. Mikey sent a couple of our guys here to go with us, just in case anything happens, they have the car ready downstairs."

You nodded, biting your lip before looking down at your heel-clad feet. "I'm nervous."

Ran only softened his gaze, putting his finger under your chin to make you look at him. "I'm with you okay? Promise I won't let anything bad happen to you."

You looked into his violet eyes, seeing nothing but sincerity behind them. You sent him a small smile, grabbing his wrist so you could move his hand away from your chin. "Should we go then Haitani?"

Ran nodded, holding his arm out for you take as you both made your way out the hotel room and to the car waiting outside.

The music was loud, the club was hot, and you were already uncomfortable. Why would this guy want to meet here? You held onto Ran's arm the whole time as the bouncer led you both to a VIP room.

"He will be here soon, please make yourselves comfortable." He spoke before heading back to the door.

"Your clubs in Roppongi are way nicer than this." You mumbled. "It's so packed in here, and it smells awful."

"This place lacks a lot of class, and it's so unorganized, the girls are nothing to look at either." Ran scoffed. "Hopefully this goes quickly."

You were about to say something but your eyes quickly moved to the VIP entrance, a man in an expensive suit made his way over. You noticed all the men bow their heads, the woman hanging off of his arm looked nervous as they finally approached you.

Ran gestured for you to stand, your body moving closer to his just to feel some sort of comfort.

"Welcome!" The man greeted. "You can call me Kaneshiro, and this is my wife." She gave a small wave before looking down at her shoes.

"Haitani Ran, and my associate l/n y/n." Ran said, shaking his hand. You held your hand out, internally cringing as kaneshiro brought it up to his mouth, his lips kissing the back of it. You put on your best smile, trying not to show how disgusted you were. He was gross, his hair looked disgusting in it's greasy slicked back style, and you swore you saw food crumbs on his suit.

"Please sit." Kaneshiro said. "Let's get some drinks and talk business."

Hours, it has been hours, and you were so uncomfortable. You didn't like the way Kaneshiro's gaze kept shifting towards you throughout the meeting, and you hated how he didn't try to hide the fact he was basically undressing you with his eyes. His wife didn’t seem to care as she looked at Ran, badically giving him the "fuck me eyes." You'd be lying if you said it didn't make your blood boil.

You decided to move closer to Ran, your leg touching his. When he took notice of it, he was quick to place a warm hand on your thigh, instantly bringing you comfort as he sipped his whiskey.

Things were actually going really well, and you were sat there silent as Ran tried to wrap the meeting up. You really just wanted to leave. You were full of anxiety, and something just felt off.

"Hey, I need to go the washroom." You said to Ran, just needing to get away and breathe. He quickly nodded, calling over one of the guys Mikey had sent.

"Take her to the washroom." Ran told him. He nodded, holding an arm out for you which you happily accepted. You excused yourself, walking off as Ran still sat there, wondering when this thing would end.

"I think we're going to have a great partnership." Kaneshiro spoke. "There is just one more thing that I want."

"It's non-negotiable." Ran stated.

"It's not money or anything." Kaneshiro chuckled. "That girl you have with you, y/n. She's a pretty little thing."

Ran tensed, not liking where this was going.

"I want her."

"I'm sorry I must not have heard you right." Ran chuckled. "What was that?"

"I want y/n to come work for me." Kaneshiro stated. "I think she'd do very well here, she'd bring in a lot of customers."

Ran's jaw clenched. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? "I'm sorry but that won't be happening. She's not a whore, if you want we can send over another girl that could bring in just as much."

"I want her specifically. I'm sure you could part with her, yeah? I'll even throw more money in for her."

"She's an executive of Bonten, and she won't be going anywhere. I'm sorry." Ran spat.

"I'm sure you could find anoth–"

"She's mine." Ran said through clenched teeth. "And she will not be leaving Bonten."

"Then I'm not sure this partnership is going to work." Kaneshiro told him. "Surely a guy like you could find someone new, why put up such a fight?"

"Are you serious?" Ran asked. "You won't do business with us just because we won't give you our exec? I'm sure you remember me saying this was non-negotiable yeah?"

"I suggest you watch your tone. I'm not asking for a lot here Haitani."

"I suggest you stop pushing to have her." Ran spat. "Because you're asking for a lot more than you think." It took everything in him not to punch the living daylights out of this guy, but he knew his men were heavily armed, and he wouldn't put you in that kind of danger.

Ran stared at the man in front of him, he was paying no attention to his wife, who had been staring at ran the whole night with no regard for her husband beside her. He saw you return from the corner of his eye, noting the way Kaneshiro looked your way, a disgusting grin on his face that Ran wanted to smack as he very obviously scanned your body.

You knew something had changed when you got back, it seemed to tense, more hostile than before.

"We're leaving." Ran stated, standing up and grabbing your hand. "Thanks for wasting our time."

Ran didn't even give Kaneshiro time to say anything, quickly pulling you with him to lead you out of the club.

"Ran–"

"Quiet."

"Ran what happened?" You asked, noticing the way his hand gripped yours tighter as you got to the car.

"Deal fell through." Ran shrugged, letting you get in first with him following.

"What do you mean it fell through?! Ran Mikey is going to kill us what the fuck!" You yelled.

"He won't kill us." Ran told you.

"What the fuck happened?!"

"Don't worry about it." Ran told you. "He just wanted to negotiate."

"It was non-negotiable!" You said.

"I know."

There was something he wasn't telling you, he was tense, and he was refusing to meet your gaze.

"Ran–"

"Drop it okay?" Ran sighed. You bit your lip, deciding to wait until you go back to your hotel room to ask more questions.

"Ran I need you to tell me what happened." You said, watching as he started pacing around the hotel room, mumbling to himself as he threw his jacket on the chair.

"I told you what happened."

"You didn't tell me everything." You noted, slipping off your heels. "Come on Ran, what are you not telling me?"

Ran paused, looking at you before he sighed, sitting on the bed and running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. "What a fucking dick."

"What?"

"He had some nerve, asking that you stay here and work for him as one of his nasty whores." Your eyes widened at his words. He let this deal fall through for you? "I don't know why he thought he could take you away from us."

"I–"

"Like we would ever fucking let you go. What a fucking asshole, thinking he's so entitled."

"Ran–"

"Would never let him take you away from us, from me."

"Ran." You said walking over to him, heart racing as you grabbed his face, making him look at you. "Thank you."

"I'd never let you go with a piece of shit like that." Ran stated, his hands moving to rest on your hips. "You're too important to me."

"Just you?" You chuckled. "And here I thought everyone in Bonten cared about me."

"They don't care for you like I do. You know that." Ran said. "Whether you like it or not y/n, you're all mine." With that Ran placed his lips on yours, completely taking your breath away, but you so easily fell into him.

It was soft, passionate, it made you so dizzy as his hands moved to the back of your thighs, making you straddle him, his lips not leaving yours for a second. You were lost in him, the smell of his cologne, the taste of the whiskey on his breath. It drove you insane, and you wanted more.

Ran pulled away from your lips, quickly moving to plant his lips on your neck, as you slowly started to grind your hips, moaning as you felt him suck on your skin.

"You drive me fucking crazy you know that?" Ran said, grabbing your hand and placing it over the bulge in his pants. "All fucking night I had to control myself around you, had to try to keep myself from fucking you right there, just so that disgusting bastard would stop looking at you." You moaned at his words, slowly moving your hand over his bulge making him groan at the action. "You do so little, yet I'm so fucking weak for you, and i have been for years."

"Ran I– I want–" You stuttered, your clothes suddenly felt too tight, your whole body on fire as ran started to draw on your skin.

"Tell me what you want baby…" He said softly, sending a shiver down your spine as goosebumps rose on your skin.

"Want– want you, please.." You begged, moving your hands to start undoing the buttons of his shirt. He had barely done anything, and you were already putty in his hands. "Want you to touch me.." You whispered, sliding his shirt of his shoulders and tracing his tattoo softly with your finger.

Ran nearly combusted right there; never has he you seen like this. You were so needy, and the fact that you were needy for him, had his head spinning. He was quick to undo the zipper of your dress, letting the fabric pool around your waist. His breath hitched as he took in the site of your bare tits in front of him. Fuck you really were perfect.

He quickly attached his mouth to your left nipple, causing you to gasp as he held you tighter against him. The way his tongue flicked over the sensitive nub had you tugging at his hair. He moved to show your other nipple the same attention, making you grind down harder for some sort of friction. "Ran– need more please–"

Ran pulled away from your nipple, staring up at you with those lazy violet eyes. "Wanna taste you, will you let me taste you?" He asked, a smirk on his face as you nodded quickly. He easily picked you up, placing you down on the bed before he slid your dress completely off, groaning at the sight of red lace panties you wore. He slowly lowered himself to his knees, spreading your legs apart and smirking at the evident wet spot that stained the fabric. "Already so wet hmm? My needy girl…"

"Ran." You breathed, just wanting him to do something. At this point you were aching for him, your core throbbing and dripping from each word he said in that husky voice of his. You'd be lying if you said you didn't want him to completely ruin you. "Please, need you to oh–"

He cut you off, ripping your panties before licking a long stripe up your slit. You threw your head back as he circled your clit with his tongue, moaning at the feeling of his warm muscle on your core. You didn't even care about the fact he ripped one of your favorite pairs of underwear, all you could focus on was the pleasure you felt as he ate you out. It was slow, sensual, and he was being a fucking tease.

"Tastes better than I ever could have imagined, and trust me when I say, I've imagined it a lot." Ran said against you, your back arching as he sucked your clit into his mouth, bringing you so close to your high, but never letting you reach it.

"R-ran stop teasing!" You cried, the coil in your stomach building so quickly, but it was never able to snap since ran kept pulling away the minute he felt you tense.

Ran only chuckled, kissing his way up your body, making sure to kiss the bonten tattoo that was inked beautifully into the left side of ribcage before planting his lips on yours. "Don't worry my pretty girl, I'll take care of you I promise. Just wanna feel you cum on dick, that's all." He said against your lips, kissing you again as you worked to help him get his pants and underwear off.

"I wanna suck your dick Ran." You pouted. Ran smiled, moving to lay down beside you as you climbed on top of him.

"If that's what you want, I won't stop you." He smirked. You smiled before leaning down, kissing the tip of his pretty cock, moaning at the taste of his precum before completely taking him into your mouth. Ran gasped as you took him all the way in, his tip hitting the back of your throat. "H-holy fuck–" He moaned, thrusting his hips gently. "You suck this dick so fucking good."

You hummed around him, sending another wave of pleasure through him as you gently cupped his balls, hollowing out your cheeks before pulling away, spitting on his tip before taking him back in your mouth, gagging as he hit the back of your throat again and again.

"Fuck you're so sloppy, and I fucking love it." Ran groaned, placing his hand in your hair to help guide you. "Keep going, just like that, m'so close."

You pulled off of him, making him whine as you smiled at him, not caring about the tears in your eyes from gagging, or the spit that covered your chin. "You didn't let me cum, so why should I let you?" You said sweetly. "It's only fair, baby."

"You're in for it." Ran told you, quickly moving to push you down onto your back, lining himself up with your dripping entrance. "Little fucking tease." He pushed into you slowly, making your eyes roll to the back of your head from the pleasurable stretch. "So fucking tight, I swear your pussy was made for me."

"Fuck– Ran–" You gasped as he bottomed out, both of you breathing heavily at the feeling of one another. The way he felt inside you was driving you crazy, the way he stretched you out so perfectly had you nearly in tears from the pleasure you felt, and he hadn't even begun moving.

Ran was lost in the way your walls felt around him. So warm, so wet, so tight, he genuinely didn't know how long he was going to last with the way your walls gripped him. But he was going to make himself last as long as he could, because he wanted to completely ruin you, make you his, and make sure you wouldn't think of being with anyone else but him.

Little did he know you only thought of being with him, you didn't want anyone else. "Ran, need you t'move– please move!" You begged. You didn't care about how pathetic you sounded, you just needed to feel him.

And who was Ran to deny you of your wishes?

He slowly starting moving, making both of you moan at the feeling as you wrapped your legs around him, wanting him as close as possible.

"Shit, you feel amazing." Ran groaned, nuzzling his face into your neck while he snapped his hips against yours. "This is my perfect little pussy."

You couldn't even form a coherent thought with the way his tip kept kissing your cervix, and you were quickly approaching such a long awaited high after Ran decided to tease you and deny you of it before. You couldn't say anything but his name as the coil in your belly tightened, before you quickly let it snap, moaning loudly as the waves of euphoria clouded your vision.

"Did you just–" Ran asked, pausing his movements as he looked down at the white ring of you cum that sat at the base of his cock, before looking at you amusingly. "Tch, now when did I say you could cum?"

"M'sorry i–" when did you become so, submissive? No other lover has ever made you like this. Normally you were a bit more dominant, but ran, ran just held a power over you, and you couldn't describe it if you tried. "Ran m'sorry, I couldn't hold it I–" You were cut off when ran suddenly pulled out of you, making you whimper at the loss. "Why did y–"

"Pretty baby, you're going to ride me, and you're going to make me cum, cum as many times as you want, but you're not going to stop until I finish." Ran said, his eyes dark with lust as he grabbed you, making you straddle him while he laid on his back.

"N-no!" You cried, grabbing his shoulders. "Close, want you close Ran, wanna feel all of you." His eyes softened as he looked at you, moving so he could sit up against the headboard. You quickly adjusted yourself so your entrance was lined up with his tip, arms going around his shoulders and your fingers threading into his hair as you lowered yourself onto him, his length once again stretching you, making you feel so full.

"Fuck." Ran said, placing his hands on your hips to help move you against him. "That's it baby, ride me."

And you did.

You rode him till there were tears falling down your cheeks from cumming multiple times. Your thighs were aching, you were so sensitive, yet you didn't want to stop because it felt so good. By now Ran's lap was completely soaked with your juices, he was whispering praises into your skin as his high approached. The only word that tumbled out of your mouth was his name, and the sight of you looking like such a mess on top of him sent him closer to his high.

"Shit, m'close baby, just a little more." Ran breathed, thrusting up into you a few more times before his hold on you tightened, holding you down on his length as ropes of his hot cum coated your walls. You fell against him, completely spent as he drew along your spine, both of you covered in sweat as you both calmed down from the euphoria you had both experienced.

"You okay?" Ran asked after a few minutes.

"Mhmm." You sat back up, looking into those lazy violet eyes of his. All your feelings rose to surface, everything you wanted to say was stuck in your throat. "Ran I– i think i might l–"

Shitshitshit. How were you supposed to say it? You couldn't tell him, you couldn't bring yourself to. You felt your eyes burn, and you couldn't keep the tears from falling. What were you supposed to do?

"Woah, hey why are you crying?" Ran panicked. Did he do something? "Baby talk to me.."

"M'fine, just tired." You smiled, wiping your tears from your face. He knew you were lying, he could see right through you. "Can we uh– go to sleep? I'm a little spent." You chuckled.

"Sure…" Ran said, gently moving you off of him. You both hissed when he he pulled out of you, the mixture of cum dripping down your legs, but you didn't care. Ran pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead before you shut your eyes, sleep slowly taking over as you enjoyed the warmth of him holding you.

But Ran was wide awake, how could he not be. He was feeling so much at once, and it was making him go mad. What did you want to say to him before?

He looked down at your figure cuddled into him, sighing as he moved your hair from your face. "I love you." He whispered. "I'm so in love with you, it hurts sometimes. You're just so perfect, too good f'me, but I just–fuck– I can't help it."

Little did he know, you heard every word.

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Could i request Diluc angst oneshot where reader and him get into a big disagreement or argument where Diluc makes them cry and feel really bad about themself so they go and end up hanging out with Kaeya a bit much cause he offered to cheer reader up and Diluc won't apologize. until he see's his s/o hanging out with Kaeya

I actually wrote 2 different versions of the ending for this, but this is the one I decided to go with! If you want the more angsty version do let me know.

Anyway,

Harsh Words

Diluc x Reader

Screaming. Yelling that could be heard throughout the Dawn Winery residence late into the night, heard only by the maids, the night security, and perhaps a late worker or two.

And of course, by the two individuals who held the voices.

It was rather unusual for the two of you to be at odds; and, on the occasion in which you were, it wasn’t nearly to this degree.

But the two of you were outright screaming at each other. It wasn’t even about one thing anymore - it was everything. Whatever you had been arguing about had reached the point of irrelevance; It never should have reached this point and you knew that, but you were under fire and you couldn’t stop.

All you knew was that this was Diluc’s fault, and that you couldn’t take this kind of argument.

“If you just thought about your actions for once-”

You cut him off, “Oh don’t try me with that, you’re the one treating me like I’m an idiot and trying to control my-”

“If you had just listened for once and been less of a selfish bitch then I wouldn’t have to!”

His words had cut far deeper than either of you had expected, and you physically recoiled at the words, a sudden wave washing over you which forced tears from your eyes. The truth in his words was irrelevant - It felt true, even if it wasn’t.

You turn away from him. In spite of your state, he makes no move toward you. None, not even to give you the slightest feel of any comfort. You knew - he wanted the words to cut through you.

You go to the door and slip on your shoes, leaving the room as fast as you humanly could.

You can’t take this anymore.

But you don’t make it past the front door. As if by telepathy, Diluc has two of his night security waiting by the door in a stance showing you that they’re ready to make sure you don’t leave. They block your path, silent in their menace. When you turn around, only then do you notice Adelinde and Hille quietly staring at you. Diluc’s footsteps down the stairs are a slow horror, an even pace which served to only emphasize that feeling of dread; Very easily, this felt like the perfect time to be murdered.

The drawl of footsteps approach, yet cease a few meters away - he’s far too distant to do anything himself. His eyes lock on yours, quietly assessing you.

“Diluc, let me leave.” You hiss through streaming tears. You nearly choke on the tension in the air.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. His eyes don’t show any expression, show any remorse or guilt, or even happiness. Truly, there is nothing in his eyes.

“Let me make myself clear: You are not leaving this premises in the middle of the night. Do you understand me?”

“Not even slightly.”

Silence. His eyes flicker, the way they do when he sees an abyss mage, or when Kaeya makes a comment that goes a little too far - pure anger.

“Adelinde, fix up the guest room.”

“No need. I’ll be leaving now.” You scoff.

Diluc tilts his head, peering over you and towards his security as if to say ‘don’t you fucking dare let them through’.

Then another look, and you feel yourself being pushed into the house again, the slam of the doors behind you.

A wave of anger washes over you, and you can’t help the excess of tears that fall, harder now than they had been before.

Diluc holds his ground, staring at you silently. You shake your head and look away, not sure what to do with yourself. Their staring puts you in pure disarray.

“Adelinde.”

“Yes, sorry.” She mutters, bowing and taking her leave in the direction of the guest bedroom in order to prepare it for you.

When she’s gone, you shake your head. “I’m not going to be sleeping.”

“Then stay in your room. I don’t care.” He huffs, turning away and wandering back up the stairs, his footsteps seeming less menacing now.

The argument was done.

Your eyes catch a light outside the window, seeming to exist a far distance away. Maybe it was the fire of a hilichurl camp.

What time was it? Surely the sun would be up soon anyway.

Fine. You would leave then, no matter what.

When you got to your room, you actually did manage to sleep. Not nearly enough; An hour was nothing in the long run, but it was still just slightly enough to not feel entirely exhausted.

Still, the sun was up when you arose, and you lay in the bed, uncertain as to what would happen when you left the room.

If Diluc wasn’t going to apologise, you wanted nothing to do with him.

So, after a little while of resting, it was a surprise to hear a knock at the door. You were summoned to breakfast. Nearly the entire time, you and Diluc sat across from each other - an oddity indeed considering he would always insist that he wanted you seated beside him - this time, however, you were as far from his as possible within the confines of the seated table. The usually empty seat felt hard beneath you, not softened by an everyday presence. Your usual seat to his right - where your plate had been placed before you had taken it to where you were now - was empty.

Neither of you could look into each other’s eyes. The silence, broken only by the light clinks of cutlery, felt burdenous.

You expected him to say something, anything really. You could barely eat the food on your breakfast plate, and without any words, you didn’t feel all too comfortable anyway. You let out a quiet sigh and stood up, tucking in your chair and lifting your plate to take it back to the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” Diluc’s voice was quiet but the harshness in it was unmistakable.

“I’m not hungry.” You looked down at the plate in your hands. “I’m going to Mondstadt.”

Diluc stood up suddenly, pushing back his chair and stepping close to you. The sudden movement caused you to shutter slightly, and he pulled back a bit. Still, he tore the plate from your hands and placed it on the table. “When you return, be ready to have a serious conversation.”

Oh.

You opened your mouth to speak, but then huffed and turned away. “Right. I’ll look forward to getting yelled at again.”

Diluc scoffed, “Stop acting like a petulant child.”

“I’m not doing this right now, Diluc.” Your feet are moving before you can even think about it. This time, as you approached the door, no one was there to stop you. You left with no present company to watch over you, and you knew that today was going to be a long, long day.

——

Mondstadt thrives with life, as per usual. Because of how bright and pleasant the place is, any spec of gloom is extremely obvious on a day like this.

You took to the adventurers guild to take some commissions. Maybe killing some hilichurls or slimes would take your mind off of it all, or maybe just delivering some needed materials to someone.

The entire time you had been speaking to Katheryn, you felt eyes watching you, but you didn’t want to make it obvious you knew. Alas, it was only moments later that you startled at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder.

“No need to be so surprised.” The familiar voice chuckles beside you.

“Good morning, Kaeya.” You let out a soft sigh, the exhaustion of the day before wearing into you. You thanked Katheryn and turned your attention to Kaeya. His eyebrows twitched and his expression shifted as he studied you.

“What happened?” He asks rather blatantly, eyes clouding over. “Was it Diluc?”

You took a deep breath. “Wanna join me for commissions?”

Kaeya scans your eyes. “As long as you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Come on.” You nod, wandering out of Mondstadt with him.

The slowly falling night brought you back to Mondstadt. You agreed to go to the tavern with Kaeya, a subtle kind of thank you for spending time with you today. It wasn’t like you were doing anything else anyway.

The tavern was already busy before you got there, people crowding around for a nights drink. You subconsciously step towards Kaeya as if shading yourself away from the crowded atmosphere and he is wary of your proximity. He draws you to his side, a friendly notion, and steps inside before you.

Charles waves at you both from behind the counter. Kaeya quickly orders a round of drinks and takes you to a table away from the bar.

“Hey, look who’s been dragged in.” Rosaria wanders over, quietly making soft chatter with you. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to spend some time together.

Kaeya eventually wanders away, grabbing your drinks and bringing them back over.

Time seemed to dwindle away, the mindless chatter with your friends giving you more than ample distraction from anything else that might have been happening.

“Master Diluc! Didn’t expect to see you here today.” Charles’ voice rings out.

Of course, that wasn’t going to last long.

You lift your head slightly, tensing up. Diluc is scanning the room, twisting his wrist lightly as he speaks quietly to Charles; The words miss you. You freeze as your eyes lock. For just a moment you’re caught in that discerning gaze before he nods at you and turns back to talk to Charles. Kaeya draws your attention back away, and you slip back into your conversation, not wanting to deal with anything else.

“I’ll get another round.” Rosaria gets up and makes her way through the tavern, leaning over the bar and making another order for the table.

“How many are we on?” You ask, already flushed from the… how many glasses had you even had?

“Five.” Kaeya laughs, leaning on your shoulder. “But now that the killjoy’s here, he’ll stop us from having our well-earned fun.”

“I heard that.” Diluc scoffed, passing by you.

“Good.” Kaeya wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, more out of a delicate affection than anything else. Diluc’s eyes narrow at his brother, who just laughs in response.

“Get your hands off of-“

“Oh don’t worry, brother. I would never keep them somewhere they don’t want to be.” Kaeya mocks. “You, on the other hand, can’t say the same.” Even with his words, he loosens his hold on you and leans back a bit.

Rosaria returns with your round, greeting Diluc casually as she slips back into her seat. Your pissed off boyfriend wanders away back to his work.

It clicks in your hazy mind that the only reason he’s here is likely because you are. You laugh at the thought, then clink your tankard to the group and drink.

—

As the evening wears down, many people in the bar until it’s pretty much only your group and a few others left there. Diluc lets out a soft sigh as he watches you, trying to soften that jealous pounding of his heart. He takes a sip of his own drink - apple cider, of course. He could never slam back drinks the way that your group currently were. Where had the hours gone?

Oh, no. How many drinks had you had? Whatever was next, he swore to himself that he would make sure that it was watered down. At this rate, you were pretty much welcoming alcohol poisoning with open arms.

Kaeya, wobbly as ever, decides to be the one to approach the bar this time (mostly because Rosaria was leaning against the table, head folded into her arms as she groaned). Diluc shook his head. “No, no. The three of you will drink this whole tavern dry if I don’t stop you.”

“Oh, I’m not here to get any more.” He leans on the countertop. “I just want to know what the hell you did.” Kaeya motions over to you. You’re just giggling at Rosaria’s complaining, leaning over and patting her on the head.

“I’m not talking to you about this.” Diluc leans back, crossing his arms stubbornly.

“Suit yourself.” He straights up. “I should probably get her out of here before you say something stupid.”

“I’m not going to be saying anything stupid.” Diluc shakes his head, looking over the list of all the drinks you’ve had this evening. “You’re all wasted.”

“And yet, you haven’t said last call.”

Seemingly to spite him, DIluc immediately does. He signals over to Charles to round up the remaining people. He knew to leave you last.

Kaeya’s laugh is enough to haunt him. “You make this right, Diluc.” He runs his finger over the counter. “Otherwise I will.”

“Get out of my sight.”

The cavalry captain laughs again, then wanders over to your table. He practically drags Rosaria back up, but she pushes away from him and made her own way to the counter - always a good spirit, she paid for her own portion of drinks and left. Being a nun, she probably didn’t need to use the money elsewhere.

Kaeya was two steps away from just carrying you out the door, but through his drunk mind he finds the clarity to understand just how absolutely inappropriate that would be to do, especially in front of Diluc. Alas, you lean on his shoulder as he assists your steps.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Diluc’s voice calls out, as if to stop you both.

“Usual billing.” Kaeya calls back.

“No, no.” You both look back at him. He shifts on his feet, eyes locking with yours. “I’ll be damned if you go home with him.”

“Then damned you are.” You roll your eyes, turning away.

He calls your name softly. “Step away from him. Come here.”

You take a deep breath. “I am so glad I don’t have to remember any of this.”

Diluc places a glass of water in front of you. “Drink this. You wreak of alcohol.”

“And you wreak of your hatred.” You sit down in front of him, knowing that it wasn’t about to get better.

Diluc’s eyes flicker up to Kaeya. “Get out.”

“Not happening.”

“Kaeya, this doesn’t concern you.”

“Their safety is more than enough concern.”

“It’s alright, Kaeya, just wait outside.” You pipe in, not wanting even more stress.

Kaeya agrees, quietly slipping out the door. Charles is told to escort him away, an act which may have varying success.

Either way, you sat in front of Diluc, not sure what exactly to say to him.

“I’m tired, Diluc. I’m tired of this. I can’t put up with-“

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out, interrupting you. “Please, hear me out.”

“I’m not going to remember-“

“Then I’ll tell you again when you will.” He leans over the counter, not wanting to be apart from you. He calls your name again, as if to hold your attention, “Can we talk about this?”

“I think we talked about this already.” You groan. “Yesterday, plenty of yelling. The Maids and guards can confirm.”

Diluc takes a long breath out. You lift the glass of water and take an even longer sip.

Maybe the barrier of the counter between you made you feel better. But, as tears sprung to your eyes, you felt so, so much worse.

“Do you hate me?” You ask, your voice squeaking. “Do you want to break up with me.”

“No, Y/N.” He reaches for your hands, but you had pushed your stool too far away from him beforehand that he couldn’t. He circles around the bar and gently grabs both of your hands, soft enough in his hold for you to be able to pull away. “Don’t ever say that. I love you.”

“Then, why?” You sob, turning your face away from him, hands still in his. “Why did you yell at me? Why wouldn’t you talk to me this morning?”

“I…“ Diluc stops himself, taking a deep breath. “I was angry. We were both angry.” He shifts, pulling out a stool and sitting in front of you. “I wasn’t acting rationally.”

“When you said you wanted to talk this morning, what were you going to say?”

Diluc hesitates, gripping your hands just a little bit harder. “I was going to ask… I was going to ask if you were happy.” He admitted, quietly. “But I can’t do that. I can’t put you through that.”

You tug him toward you, pulling his hands close to your face. “Why would you say that? I love you.” You sob into his soft skin.

He takes his hands away from your gently, slipping them around your waist and pulling you close to him, into his lap. He tightens his grip. “I’m sorry.” He repeats. “I’m so sorry. I never want you to cry.” He feels his heartbeat heavily in his chest, a distraught washing over him. “Don’t ever destroy yourself like this again.” He runs a hand over your back.

You don’t say anything. You’re way too drunk for many more coherent thoughts to pass your lips. You lift your head and plant a soft kiss on his cheek, and he softly kisses your forehead, pulling you back to his chest so that you don’t try to kiss him anymore - He wasn’t about to let that happen, you were far too drunk.

Diluc was ashamed of his thoughts. His guilt, rising only when he saw you in the present company of his brother, showing affection and finding comfort anywhere except for him. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, nor to you, but as you cried into his shoulder, he couldn’t help the wave of disappointment in himself that washed over. Why could he never be there for the people who needed him most?

“Come on, finish your water, let’s get you home.” He insists, though he holds you tightly still until you stir.

You take the water, sipping it with a slight indignance. He would have to apologize to you again in the morning, but he would do anything to get you to trust him again.

(Part 2 here)

[stop-or-ill-tell]

I have so many thoughts on today's episode holy shit

1. Birds of a feather flock together (Minwoo and Attorney Jang). Fr though I was cringing so much. I have really bad second hand embarrassment even for people I don't like and watching Attorney Jang fumble through that case was truly painful

2. I always feel conflicted about Choi Suyeon cuz on the one hand she's got a very frustrating mindset about autism and Youngwoo but on the other hand she can't stand seeing her suffer even when she's not around to hear the things being said etc. It feels like she either pities Youngwoo or thinks Youngwoo can't handle herself or she doesn't and is just a genuinely decent person who rationalizes her actions in an ableist way cuz she doesn't have the language to explain why she actually likes Youngwoo when others don't (and ik she shouldn't have to defend her friendship to assholes but she has now been asked to do so by assholes on multiple occasions). Some of her actions lead me to think it's the latter but I just can't believe that's true because she likes enemy #1 Kwon Minwoo which only can be explained by the former. I'm not sure if they didn't know what they were doing with her or if she's going to have more explanation. Ig we'll find out tomorrow. Because let's be honest, it's way to late to redeem Minwoo and Suyeon won't be the one to educate him (see their conversation about how they can't act like Youngwoo 🙄)

3. I didn't say anything about last Thursday's episode cuz I didn't have time. But I'm not worried at all about Junho and Youngwoo. Everything points to them getting back together. Especially after the chat they had this episode. My guess is Junho is now just taking his time to fully absorb her reason for breaking up with him and considering his options. But I think they'll be fine

(Also, complete side note, but the way everyone is comparing this to 2521 is so funny and so sad to me cuz 2521 is my favorite kdrama and I actually liked the end. Ik I'm in the minority but I really appreciated it, I made a post about that when it came out tho so I won't reiterate it here. And I don't think this is the kind of show where we have to worry about anything like that here. Especially because we knew it was coming in 2521, the seeds have not been planted here. Even if Youngwoo and Junho don't end up together, I think they'll have a satisfying ending)

Junho can tell how much she misses him. From the beginning of the episode he noticed her waiting to see him and he knows she just has to see him and that's it. But also that scene in court after the plaintiff took cyanide he wanted to help her so bad. Also also I think both his and my heart cracked when Youngwoo said she was afraid of making him feel lonely because she likes him so much 😭😭😭😭

4. THAT TRAILER!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHES GONNA MEET HER BROTHER!!!!!

5. Attorney Jang pissed me off but I genuinely laughed when he pushed the rookies to the reporters and then hid sneaking into the car... although driving away without everyone felt very out of character for Junho

6. HARY'S PLACE HAS BECOME THEIR HANGOUT I LOVE THEM THEY ARE SO DRAR TO ME

7. SPEAKING OF DEAR TO ME! ONCE AGAIN THE WAY YOUNGWOOS FRIENDS IMMEDIATELY BONDED WITH JUNG MYEONGSOEK!!!!!!!! I hope they're friends forever. The fact that a) they visited him in the hospital and b) that he made foOD FOR HIS MOTHER - save it. I wanted Hairy and Suyeon endgame before but I take it back. If we don't see a hot and heavy Attorney Jung/Hairy make out scene in the finale I'm staging a protest

[0oolookitsme]

Sleepless Nights

Genre- One Shot

Pairing- ceo!Y/n x singer!Harry

Word Count- 2k+ (2,159)

Warnings- Curse Words, injury, mentions of stress and anxiety, fluff.

A/n- I was stressed with this one and tired of re-reading it so now its your time to read it! (I personally aren't a fan of this one, but I hope you somewhat like it) Enjoy! <33

This week has been terrible, everything was going wrong, hell y/n was starting to think that there was something wrong with her.

She has had many terrible weeks in her life, even worse than this one but the sleepless nights just added fuel in her eyes, burning them.

Harry was in studio extra hours this week, too. He had tried to be extra interactive throughout the week -it felt ‘extra’ because they haven’t really actually interacted- whenever he got chance to. Now ‘Whenever he got the chance’ here means, that whenever he returned home, Y/n would either be asleep or would be working away in her office in home.

When he would wake up, she would be out, probably running her errands or just taking a walk. When he would come out of shower, she would be preparing breakfast even when it wasn’t her chance that day. When they would eat breakfast, there would be a silence, a comfortable silence, dancing in the air. But then they would change in their clothes for the day, share a genuine good bye kiss and would leave the house yelling and replying a “I love you”.

So, to make sure his love knows that he’s here, he would mutter her encouragements while interweaving his hands with her hair when she was asleep, pleasing the god to let her have a fantastic next day but God not always accepts pleases.

He noticed how she had been working extra this week, how she’s trying not to talk about herself, how she’s ignoring her feelings. He tried to get her to open up but when she said “I’m fine, seriously”, he understood that she will, once she figures it out herself.

He understood wrong.

She was tired, her back was hurting more passionately, one of the new assistants spilled coffee all over the whole arse file which she needed in the meeting starting in five minutes (she had written the bullet points in her MS word so it saved some time) and her laptop’s battery life decided to go down hill and shut off right in the middle of her reading a new deal. The manager, who came to elaborate the offer, kept throwing inappropriate looks at her throughout the meeting, which she easily took care of but later on he hit on her with nasty remarks which she tried her best to avoid.

All of this happened in one day, specially, when she was already having the worst days.

She was burning out, y/n hasn’t taken a leave since so long, not even when she gave her heart to Harry. She hasn’t spent a single whole day in week days with him and she needed to do it, she took a mental note to tell her personal assistant about her going on a vacation for a month.

But right now, she’s too stressed to plan it all out and just wishes for this week to be over already. Well, it is Friday today.

What ignited the fire was when she decided to buy her favourite ice cream and it wasn’t available at any shop, that also unlocked the doors of the damn dam of her eyes.

Shedding a few tears, she quickly placed order for Italian for both of them and drove home with her knuckles white around the steering wheel and some instrumental playing on her phone.

As she reached home, she waited for Harry till eight O’ clock but then she couldn’t control her hunger nor the bad mood which only grew worse. Y/n made her way in her office, powered on her laptop, ate her food alone while Harry’s was safely stored in the oven.

He is late again! for the fifth time this week, she thought and couldn’t help but blame herself. She was the one who acted distant all week, of course he would’ve blamed himself, hence he tried not to interact with her to avoid the guilt or maybe he’s actually busy.

She couldn't bring herself to think about him leaving her, she knows he won't, but that doesn't change shit when her anxiety knocks on her door.

Every single fucking time she had a week full of stress and insomnia, her fear of losing Harry awoke. In the eight months of her relationship, she had two stress-mnia weeks but they were never this intense. Her heart ached at the thought of Harry leaving her because of her completely distancing herself away from him.

Y/n has never dated anyone before Harry. Hence, the fear of Harry walking out the door.

Rubbing her face, she dragged the plate of food away from her and took a quick walk in the house itself and went to take a shower. Deciding for a cold shower she covered her legs with her comfortable pjs and put on Harry’s loose shirt after it. Meditated for a few minutes but that shit just reminded her of the terrible week she had and made her want to cry so she tried to focus on her family and small niece who just entered this cruel world last week.

Her closest cousin had called her and asked her and Harry to come over, but she politely declined and promised to come some other time and soon, as she didn’t want to visit that bundle of joy with a stressed mind, figure and everything.

She would always say “welcome to this beautiful world lovely” to every new born she has ever met but when she just thought ‘cruel world’, y/n knew she couldn’t open her mouth in front of a baby in this state.

After drinking a cup of hot lavender tea and taking a few deep breathes she went back in her office to go work and continue with her food because she knew that she won’t be able to sleep.

She loved nights, but now she hates them, at least for this week. Her patience starts growing thin when it’s late evening and she knows she has to sleep.

Y/n, here, has been having trouble sleeping this whole week, she just can’t sleep when she knows that Harry isn’t home, not when her mind just won’t stop thinking shit and not when she is so fucking stressed. She even tried drinking chamomile tea before but that didn’t help at all. She tried meditating, that didn’t help either. She dreaded sleep.

She knew that Harry was also having a stressed week and she knew he wasn’t spilling it out because he knew that she was stressed. None of them ever spoke “I’m stressed”, their faces and actions spoke it all away.

Going to bed at 10 knowing Harry would come home in thirty minutes and that he would worry himself on why she isn’t able to sleep, y/n would act like she is asleep.

What kept her going all week were the kisses and encouragement Harry gave her when he thought she was asleep.

What kept her going all week were the kisses and encouragement Harry gave her when he thought she was asleep.

When she would hear his snores, she would climb out of the bed and go in the balcony, get some fresh air, press a soft kiss on his parted lips and then would climb back in and stay still -wide awake- so she wouldn’t wake Harry up.

What kept Harry positive all the week were the kisses and promises y/n would give him when she thought he was asleep.

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Typing away on her laptop she absentmindedly took a spoon full of the hot cuisine and burned her tongue. (The top layer was cool so she thought that bottom one would be too but guess what? It wasn’t) Immediately hissing she brought her hand up and knocked up the glass of water. While the curse words furiously left her mouth, the glass went straight down and rolled god knows where in the room.

The tears that she was balancing in her eyes, all while working, three tears from each eye at one time, finally escaped her eyes. The rest instantly followed as if they don’t get out today, they won’t be able to ever.

Shutting down her laptop hard she made her way to kitchen but stepped on the carpet where it was wet, slipped and scratched her wrist when tried to grab the table. Then she proceeded to step on the glass which broke -under her foot- and luckily only a small shard of glass got to explore the inside of her foot.

Groaning loudly in pain she ran out of the office towards the bathroom, traces of tears left on her face but fresh ones coming to vanish them.

Entering the house, he heard some things dropping on the floor, a pause, a loud groan and then hasty or more like running footsteps upstairs when he was about to say “I’m home Lovie”.

Instantly running towards their shared bedroom, taking three steps at once, he was met with her crying on the bathroom floor. The door wide open as if she just didn't had energy to make a single effort other than clutching her foot for the dear life of it.

Y/n couldn’t even bring herself to look at him, scared to see him disappointed in her.

Harry quickly jogged forwards, gathered her up in his arms and carried her bridal styles to the kitchen. Featherly placed her on the slab, filled a glass of cold water, helped her drink it and kneeled in front of her.

When about to ask her what happened he noticed the blood dripping down her foot and then the cut.

“Shit baby, how did you get this? Wait for me here, okay? Don’t stand up!” he said and ran to the bathroom to get the first aid box. Running back down as if she was bleeding to death, he again kneeled in front of her and quickly washed the wound, applied a solution -which had her hissing (again)- and wrapped a bandage around it.

“What were you doing? What happened hm?” he asks her when she comfortably settled in his lap while he sits on the sofa. Tears began pooling in her eyes again and stuttering she said “Tha-thank you, just thank you s-so much” as she squeezed him harder.

Rocking her in his arms, he rubbed her back as an indication for her to go on.

Taking a deep breath and wiping her tears she pulled back from his neck to make eye contact with him. “I hate that you have to see me like this and I’m sorry. I know you’ve been having a hard week too and I don’t know I’m just so stressed and have been suffering from insomnia this whole damn week. I know you won't but please don’t leave me I will be fine I promise this is just a bad week, yeah? I love you so much.” Noticing that she wasn't exactly breathing he kisses her hard (not a very good thing to do when your significant other isn't breathing) and her eyes snap open when she feels something wet on her cheek, tears.

“Lovie, why are you crying? What’s wrong?” she asked, now cradling his face in her soft palms. “I-I love you too, so so so much!!” he says, slightly sniffling. “And you don’t need to be sorry for suffering through what every human goes through. Yes you're right, I won't ever leave you so consider you are stuck with me. I know you’re stressed and that you know I’ve also been having a hard week, all of the promises and the kisses you gave me at nights kept me going love. Yes it’s been a hard and stressful week for both of us but we’ve got each other, yeah?” he said not breaking eye contact once.

“Yeah” she smiled “This was just a bad week. Also! I have been thinking of both of us going on a vacation, what do you think?” she says, the mood and environment completely changing from depressed to energetic.

“Jesus! woman, your mood swings are terrible” he jokes, earning him self a smack on the arm and a low laugh from her.

“Shaddap but seriously! Imagine us roaming around in Veniece or may be Paris? Agh it’s hard to choose!” she groaned but gave Harry a side eye when he laughed.

“We will decide it ma’am but what do you think about having a nice dinner first?” he asks, rubbing her tummy in the process. “Hmm sounds good” she replies, rubbing his tummy in return.

Lifting her along with him self he stands up and dances his way to the kitchen causing her to bounce up and down.

Standing back down on the floor she laughs, “Oh my god, I feel like the floor is also bouncing” making Harry cackle.

-

After having dinner and a glass of red wine, here they are, lying on the bed and watching Moana.

[yourmidnightlover]

showing you

Summary: spencer gets a bit insecure with his body but doesn't let reader know until she starts doubting herself. when she figures it out, she makes sure to show spencer just how much she loves him.

TW: spencer's tummy insecurities, blowjob, mommy kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, allusions to sub/dom dynamic i guess?

WC: 3,958

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you weren't stupid. you had noticed the change in spencer's behavior. you just didn't really know what was causing it, is all.

after spencer began teaching at georgetown, he started closing himself off a bit. you had visited him while lecturing beforeand you saw how beloved he was, especially by his female students. first you thought about all of those young girls, but then you remembered how that's not the kind of man spencer was.

so now you were back to being confused.

he was more distant than he's been in the past. when you would go to bed and try to cuddle with him, he would just pull away and roll over to the other side. being so understanding, you would let him be, thinking he'd open up when he's ready.

when you would make the two of you dinner on a rare day off from the bureau, he would either barely eat any of it or he'd just go back to the room altogether.

when you both went out with the team he would mostly just remain in the booth. you could usually get him to dance with you a few times before you decided to call it a night, but you couldn't even do that.

and in the bedroom, he would mostly focus on you, which isn't a bad thing at all. it's just... different. you hadn't actually had sex with each other in around three weeks, something you didn't want to push on him because obviously... no. but you couldn't help but wonder why he didn't want to.

you had started thinking, and that could be a scary place for you sometimes. you started thinking maybe he wasn't attracted to you anymore.

it made sense in your mind. the way he wouldn't dance with you anymore, wouldn't sit down for a meal with you, didn't want to have sex anymore, everything. it was the only logical thing you could think of as to why his behavior started to change.

you could either mope around because he's been acting different or now you could rekindle that flame. so you came up with a plan.

"spencer?" you approached him after you got out of the shower, a towel wrapped snug around your torso.

"yea, sweetie?" he asked, looking up from the spot in his book.

"i was thinking..." you trailed off, "we have a couple days off from the bureau and it's been a while since we've had a date night," your aided your eyebrows suggestively.

"you want to have a date night?" he asked in return, sitting up in the bed to get a better look at you.

"mmhmm," you nodded your head enthusiastically as you drew your bottom lip between your teeth.

"how does tonight sound?" he smiled at your reaction. you nodded your head once more. "ok great! i'll make reservations at- y'know what? it'll be a surprise. dress nicely, alright?" he said with a devious grin.

"sir, yes, sir," you smiled, making your way to his side of the bed.

you placed your hands on the sides of his face as he looked up and down your towel clad body, a smirk on his face. you connected your lips gently, surprised when he kissed back as fervently as he did. his hands quickly found your waist, making you chest to chest.

"7:30?" he asked once more, earning a muffled 'mmhmmm' against his lips.

"i'm gonna start getting ready, alright?" you said as you ran your hand through his hair.

"mmkay," he mumbled, his thumbs stroking your sides before you slowly ripped yourself away from him.

since it was already 2 in the afternoon, you had a bit of cushion time to get ready. you decided to wear your natural hair, a feature spencer really liked about you. you also did your makeup pretty natural. you applied a little bit of concealer, powder, bronzer, blush, and mascara.

for clothes, you opted for a white bodycon dress that went mid thigh and had a tiny slit for cleavage.

when you were finally ready, it was just past 7. you stepped out of the bathroom after doing some finishing touches on your hair and stepping into some white pumps.

you made your way into your shared bedroom, slowly running your hand along the doorframe as you admired the view in front of you.

spencer stood in the mirror, attempting to straighten his tie, with a navy blue suit on. his undershirt was a lighter shade of blue, his shoes black. when he turned to face you, you could see his face turning several shades of rouge.

"you look great, spence," you smiled as you began to walk towards him.

"i-you-i um... you look beautiful," he replied, biting his bottom lip gently as you placed your hand on his chest.

"thank you," you hummed as you wrapped your other arm around his body, really just to pull him closer to you. "i love you," you said so softly it was nearly inaudible.

you had said the usual 'love you's' nearly every night you had together as well as in public when on cases. but saying 'i love you' is extremely different than saying 'love you'.

saying 'i love you' is giving your own love to another person. it's letting them have full reign over your heart no matter how they plan on using it. saying 'love you' is only giving them a portion of your love. you still have that restraint and construction that doesn't allow you to be as vulnerable as when you say the 'i'.

"love you too, sweet girl. always," he replied, placing a kiss atop your head as he snaked his arms around your torso. "when did you get this dress? i don't remember seeing it before," he asked, resting his chin on your head.

"last weekend when you didn't want to go out, the girls and i went shopping. it was on sale; 25% off. i thought it was a pretty good deal," you smugly mumbled against his chest.

"that's my girl," he chuckled before you released him from your grip. "ready to go?"

"yup. i'm just gonna get my purse and we can head out," you motioned towards the living room.

you would normally be the one to drive since he has his anxieties about the road and all, but since he made the place a surprise it was on him to get the both of you there on time. he rested one hand on your thigh as his other was used to steer. you placed your hand on top of his, interlacing your fingers.

you didn't understand what was wrong. maybe he was faking the whole 'normal spencer' act? he's not acting like he doesn't love you right now. he seemed pretty attracted to you earlier when you came into the bedroom. you just didn't understand. you needed answers, but you could get those later.

when you finally arrived, you recognized the restaurant from one of rossi's spiels about which places serve 'the most authentic italian food he's had besides himself, of course'.

"rossi would be proud, spence," you chuckled as he opened the door for you.

"i actually had him pull a few strings with the owner of this place, apparently they're old family friends?" he said, placing a hand on the small of your back as the two of you walked to the host. "two for spencer reid please," the host looked at the clipboard on the podium before looking back up and giving the two of you a smirk.

"right this way, please," he smiled at spencer who looked at you with his lips pressed together in anticipation.

you followed the man up a set of stairs before he opened a large door for the two of you. you walked out, arm intertwined with spencer's, and found you were on the rooftop of the restaurant.

there was greenery all around you, fairy lights adorning every surface to give an amazing ambiance that set the most romantic mood imaginable. there was a small wooden table in the center of the floor, lit by one candle. there was a single red rose, obviously there to signify a meaning.

"i think those strings are pretty well tied, spence," you chuckled he began leading you to the table.

"i'm glad you like it," he removed his arm from yours so he could pull a chair out for you, pushing it back in once ready.

"it's so beautiful. the rose is a nice touch, too. was that your idea or rossi's?" you chuckled as you picked up the red flower to smell it.

"mine, actually," he smiled widely. "i've realized how long it's been since we've gone out together, and i wanted to do something special for you," he said as he sat beside you, taking your hand in his.

"i feel special right now," you smiled, placing a small kiss to his hand and never wanting to let go.

the rest of dinner went smoothly. you didn't ask him about his behavior, you felt like that was something that should be done in private.

now that you had gotten back home, you kicked off your heels, being sure to put them on your shoe rack to avoid later havoc, and sat down on the couch.

"wine?" spencer asked as he made his way to the kitchen.

"oh, i'm alright. i had some with dinner, thank you," you smiled as you waited for him to return.

once he got back, he placed two cups of iced water down on the coffee table and sat beside you. you curled into his side instinctively, feeling his muscles tense from the contact. you pulled back, searching his face for any discomfort.

"spencer...?" you whispered in his direction.

"yea, sweet girl?" he whispered back, you took a deep breath.

"are-are we okay?" you mumbled, not bothering to look at him.

"what do you mean? of course we're okay. we're okay, right?" he asked, backing up from you so he could get a better look.

"yes! but..." you trailed off, trying to find the courage. "it's just that lately you've been kind of off. you haven't been cuddling with me," you motioned to the couch. "you haven't danced with me like you used to. tonight's the first time we've been out in nearly a month. you won't even have sex with me. and..." you took a deep breath, "you haven't said 'i love you' in a really long time."

there was a pause. a long one. it was longer than a plank minute. you weren't looking at spencer at all, avoiding his eye contact in pure fear, just waiting for his answer.

"i'm sorry," he replied.

just an i'm sorry. now you knew, you were done. he didn't love you. it was all a show. he just wanted to make up for the past few weeks tonight, give you one last amazing memory before he broke the tie.

he would leave you. wondering what you did wrong. wondering why he had to go. wondering why you weren't good enough. you felt the tears in your eyes well up.

"don't cry, sweetie. i'm not-i'm not, we're okay,"he corrected, his hands cupping your face and wiping your teary cheeks clean. "i was just apologizing for me. i've been..." he sighed. "i've been gaining weight," now he was the one whispering.

"weight?" you sniffled, your hands ghosting over his on your face.

"yea," he replied, dropping his hands. "i've just been a bit insecure about it. that's why when we would cuddle i'd move away, i didn't want you to catch on to the weight," he shrugged.

"and the dancing...?"

"basically the same reason."

"and the going out?"

"i didn't want you to realize that some of my pants don't... they don't fit anymore," he winced as if the reveal hurt him.

"and the sex? you're still...?" you asked for reassurance.

"are you kidding? of course i'm attracted to you. do you see yourself?" he huffed in disbelief. "i just didn't want you to see me. my stomach, or arms," he sighed once more

"spencer, honey," you scooted closer to him on the couch, placing a hand on his shoulder and face. "i love you. you. you and your genius mind. the most romantic dates you plan for me. i love the way you lick your lip when you concentrate. the way you rub your hands together when you're presenting the profile. i love the rants you go on about anything and everything. i love you, spencer. and for the weight, that's perfectly alright. i love all of you," you placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

"i'm sorry i didn't talk to you about it sooner," he whispered against your mouth.

"it's alright spence. i understand," you sighed as he began kissing down your jawline. "i love you so, so much. you have no idea."

"i think i have a bit of an idea," he hummed against your neck.

"how about i show you?" you gave him a sly grin, your hands wandering to his belt buckle to undo it.

"oh-o-okay," he gave a small smile to you as you finally undid his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down together. you gently grasped his length, planting a kiss at the tip and trailing them down his shaft. "pl-please, y/n."

"shhh, i've got you, baby boy," you quieted him.

you licked a long stripe along the prominent vein, making sure to keep your eyes on him as you did so. his eyes fluttered shut, rolling to the back of his head as your tongue got higher on his length. once you got to the top, you gradually took him in. you hollowed your cheeks and pressed your tongue on the underside of his cock.

"fuck, y/n," he moaned, his hands reaching for your hair but hesitating whilst waiting permission.

"go ahead, you can touch me," you pressed his hand to the top of your head. "today's all about you, sweet boy."

when you went back to your ministrations, you made sure to use your hand on the rest of his dick that wouldn't fit in your mouth. you bobbed your head up and down, mostly guided by spencer's hold on you.

going by spencer's pace, it was rather quick and steady. you felt tears prick the corners of your eyes. you were tempted to blink them away but you couldn't not watch him in his euphoric state.

his head was tilted back, not enough to make it impossible to see his face. his eyes were lidded as his mouth was slightly agape, his breathing becoming more and more unsteady the longer you went on.

"oh my god, can i cum, mommy?" he asked in a high pitched voice, you hummed around his length as you continued to bob your head. "really? i can cum?" you quickly took your head off of his length for the shortest of seconds.

"go ahead, cum for me," and you dropped your head back on his length.

"oh thank you," he sighed in relief and gratitude. "thank you, ohh fuck yes, mommy," he groaned as he came down your throat with more 'thank you's and 'oh my god's.

"are you alright, sweet boy?" you asked as you rose to your knees.

"i'm more than alright, y/n," he said as he gripped your waist, pulling you onto his lap. "god, i love you so much," he began kissing your jawline once more.

"really? i had no idea," you joked as you tilted your head for better access.

"how about i show you?" he asked, his hands trailing down to your hips.

"you know how much i would love that, but i want to focus on you tonight. is that alright, bunny?" you asked, your hand gripping his chin softly to make him face you.

you had called him bunny once you found out how much he liked it when you rode him. he loved watching the way your breasts would bounce as you plopped down on him, not to mention how good and deep he could get inside you.

because of how much he liked it, doing that was always a treat for him. when he was especially good for you, did really good on a case, or when it was a special occasion you would allow it.

"yes, ma'am. it's alright," he nodded best he could with your hold on his chin. "b-but i want to taste you so bad," he pleaded, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

"really? you wanna taste me so bad, honey?" you asked, your hand trailing down to his jawline as he nodded eagerly. "mmm, since you're just so cute i guess i'll let you."

"really?" his eyes widened.

"yea, really," you smiled at his surprise. "let's go to the bedroom now," you said as you rose off his lap, knowing spencer wasn't far behind you on your walk to the room.

you sat down at the bed, your feet dangling over the edge. spencer made his way to his knees, sitting down in front of you and looking up at you with pleading eyes.

"go ahead, bunny. you have permission to touch me all night," you granted him, your hand going to his hair as he pushed your dress up to slip off your underwear, beginning to pepper kisses along your thighs slowly.

his tongue made one stripe along your folds, your head shooting back with a loud moan. large hands grasped your hips to keep you near his face, knowing you would be squirming away eventually, as he continued to lap up your arousal.

"you're such a good boy, spencer," you praised him, noticing the affect the compliment had on him as he became much eager. "just like that, right there, right there, YES!" you hollered as you tugged his hair to bring him closer to you.

spencer had always been one for praise. part of you wondered why, but the other part didn't even care because you loved praising him. you call him your good boy because that's what he is. he's your good boy.

part of him being your good boy was him always being able to send you over the edge so quickly, and only by using his mouth.

"ohhh fuck! yes, spencer," you gripped his hair by the roots, a groan leaving his mouth and sending you into oblivion.

you practically had to tear him off of you, he's such an overachiever. he had a wide smile on his face as you brought him up to kiss you before he had even wiped your juices off his face.

"lay back, bunny," you motioned to the headboard. "i'm gonna ride you tonight."

"really?" he asked yet again.

"yes, really," you nearly laughed out. "do you wanna take your shirt off or leave it on?" you asked as you crawled on top of him.

"i um, i can take it off," he nodded.

"want me to do it for you, sweetie?" you asked, your hands finding their way to his chest as he nodded his head slowly. "alright."

so you did just that. you undid every button on his shirt, kissing every inch of skin as it was revealed to you until it was all the way off.

"mmm, you're such a pretty boy, spencer," you traced kisses back up to his neck, nipping his jawline gently as you placed him at your entrance. "my pretty boy."

"yo-your's. i'm a- i'm all your's," he huffed out as you slowly sank down on his length. "oh my god... feels so good," he groaned as he took your breasts in both of his hands.

"yea? you like the way my pussy feels around your pretty dick, bunny?" you enticed, enjoying the way his dick twitched inside of you. "ohh you like it when mommy talks to you too, huh? you like it when i talk about how good, how deep you get inside of me. how much i love those pretty little moans coming from you right now," you groaned out, feeling yourself get closer with every bounce and roll of your hips.

"mo-mommy, please," he shrieked out. "oh feels so good, wet, tight," he moaned, his hips bucking up to meet your pace.

you placed your hands on his chest as you began moving your hips at a much more rapid pace, not missing the way his thrusts followed suit. he always was an eager little bunny.

normally, you'd get on to him for being such a greedy brat but since he'd been such a good boy for you all night you'd oblige and let him have his fun.

"keep going, sweet boy," you encouraged him. "i'm so close, spence. come inside of me," you demanded.

much like you riding him, him being able to come inside of you was a treat. it was a reward for good behavior, because that's what he loves the most. because if you thought he liked you riding him, he was absolutely feral when it comes to being able to come undone inside of your body, feeling that close and intimate with you.

"i-i'm gonna come," he whimpered. "oh my god i'm gonna come."

"go ahead, bunny. i want your cum all inside me, baby. let it out," you egged him on.

what gave it away wasn't just the shoot of cum that now covered your walls, but the beautiful moans and pants that came from spencer while doing so. the way his head tilted back more, his mouth became slightly more agape as his upper chest a brighter shade of red. absolutely beautiful.

the intenseness from his high spurred that of your own in return. your legs began to shake as he kept thrusting inside of you, not only to help you through your orgasm but to also fuck his back inside of you.

"good boy, spencer. such a good boy," you breathed out once you had fully come down from your high.

you rested your head on his chest for a moment, trying to catch your breath before finally getting off him. you grabbed his hands and led him to the bathroom to start a bath for the two of you.

you let him lay back against your chest as you played with his hair. he nearly fell asleep because of how soothing the bath salts were, those were his favorites during your aftercare routine.

after you both dried your bodies off, you made sure to dry his hair for him, something he's become rather accustomed to. he just loved you playing with his hair, in all reality.

laying back in bed, his head back on your chest, you still played with his hair.

"spencer?" you asked, continuing on when you heard the quiet hum from him. "you know how much i love you?" he nodded against your body. "good. because i want you to know that no matter what you look like, super thin or a bit filled out, i will always love you. and you can always come to me about that too. if you're feeling insecure or upset?"

"i know. i was just... embarrassed about it," he mumbled against your skin.

"i know, bunny. but i'll show you that there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

[aliasimagines]

It Was You All Along // Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Can u write dave x fem!reader where reader Always had a crush on him but he kinda ignored reader bc of Katie but then someone popular asks reader out and he gets jealous and y/n dresses up super hot and he realizes he fucked up

word count: 1809

a/n: i hope this is close enough! ❤️ (i couldn't think of a different title but this one reminds me of Agatha All Along xd)

"Hey, Dave! My folks are gone for the weekend and I thought we could have an X-men watch party. Wanna come?" 

"Sorry I can't, I'm hanging out with Katie." 

"Again?" you ask a bit louder than intended,causing a few people to look at you in the hallway. You continue with a lower voice "Aren't you like, tired of all the lying? Like, what if she finds out that you're not actually gay, hm? Cause you know she will, eventually." 

"Why do you care so much?!" Dave says, clearly frustrated. 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"Oh why would I? Maybe because we have been best friends since diapers, you stupid asshole!" you say not caring if some students hear you or not, anymore. "But you know what, you are right. I shouldn't care. Go play pretend with Katie but don't come to me, crying when you end up getting your heart broken." 

"Don't worry, I won't." he snaps back. And you turn around and leave but not before flipping him off. You felt the angry tears rolling down your cheeks as you zigzagged between the chattering teenagers. 

You couldn’t  believe how Dave could be so blind! He only had eyes for Miss Perfect. Whom by the way, is a real bitch and would go back to ignoring Dave or calling him a freak if it wasn’t for his little gay act. 

Somehow you made your way over to the restroom and locked yourself into one of the booths.

Dave couldn’t even see you as a potential “love-interest”. Eventhough you were the one who always were there for him, you were always there when he called, running to him like a lost puppy. And he couldn’t even care less. And you hate him for it. But you hate yourself more for still liking him. 

It’s not like you can do something about it, if you could, you would have. But that’s not how it works, so you are just crying your guts out on the toilet trying not to think about Dave.

In all honesty, you have no idea how you made it through the day. You almost cried during biology but you caught yourself after a few lonely tears. You could feel Dave’s gaze on you but there was no way you would look at him. As soon as the last bell rang you were out of school, hurring past Tod and Marty, not being in the mood for them either.

The next day wasn’t any different, you didn’t hang with Dave, Tod and Marty like you normally do. You didn’t sit with them at lunch, instead walked over to the only empty table you saw and placed your tray there. You mounched on your food, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear the chair next to you being pulled out. You look up to see Matthew Greendale, resident hottie of the school sit next to you. 

"Hey, sorry, it's not a problem if I sit here, right?" he asks. You eyed him suspiciously. 

"No, it's fine." 

It's fine?! You mentally scold yourself. You never even spoke to this guy, outside of literature in first year. Why would he sit next to you? 

"I didn't want to sit with all the other "popular jocks" he answered you unspoken question while taking a bite of his canteen-hamburger. “They’re fun and everything but it’s nice to get away from them sometimes.”

You think of your friends who are sitting a few tables away and you can’t help but agree with Matthew.

“Yeah, I feel you.” you say without thinking.

“Hey..We used to sit next to each other in freshman year, didn’t we? It’s y/n ,right?” 

You nod with a smile, honestly being surprised that he remembers you.

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t really seen you around a lot. But when I do you are always hanging with those comic book nerds.”

“Hey! Comics are great.”

He puts his hands up in a defense.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it as an insult. Some comics are good, my little brother made read one last month. It was actually great.”

“What comic was it?”

“Oh, uhm..It was about some kind of blind dude in a devil costume.”

“Daredevil?” you ask with a giggle.

“Yes, that one!” he laughs too.

The two of you continue talking until the end of lunch break. He is surprisingly fun to talk to and he even offers to walk you to your next class after lunch. You had such a good time you didn’t even think about Dave, heck, you didn’t even notice him literally glaring daggers into Matthew.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Tod asks snapping Dave out of it. 

“Yeah, Dave. What the shit is going on with you and Y/N?” Marty asks too.

Dave forrows is eyebrows. Yes, what the shit is going on with the two of you? Every since yesterday's 'fight' with you he can't stop thinking. About how he spends most, if not all of his time either with being Kick-Ass or, rather with Katie. It used to be different. He spent every second with you and he just threw you away so he could maybe get laid. And sure, Katie may be hot as fuck but she is.. Well, she is not you. 

"We had a fight, yesterday. I.. And she was right." he explains with a grimace. "But why the fuck is that Greendale asshole is with her?" 

"You jealous or something, dude?" 

"Wha- Of course I am not jealous! Why would I be? You guys are nuts." 

Jealous… The word rolled around in his mouth like a new flavored milkshake he never tasted before. 

Could he be… Jealous? He never thought of you that way, you were always his best friend. Just that. But.. The more he thinks about it the more he can't stop that twist like feeling in his stomach. 

That night he can't focus on crime fighting. All his thoughts are tied to you. Whether he likes it or not, memories of you keep popping up in his mind. How didn't he notice your beautiful smile before? And your laugh? It's like a beautiful melody. And… Gosh! When did he become such a sappy teenager? Oh and another thing.. He kept trying to think of something else, anything else like Katie for example but he doesn't care anymore! 

Dave goes home early with a frustrated growl. The remaining hours of the night he spends with tossing and turning and daydreaming instead of sleeping. 

(the next afternoon, Atomic Comics) 

Dave bangs his head against the wood table once again. A tired groan leaves his lips when he hears Tod almost choking on his iced coffee. 

"What the tunk, Tod?" Marty and Dave ask almost at the same time. The dirty blonde haired boy keeps pointing outside the huge window that they are sitting next to at Atomic Comics. 

"Is that fucking y/n?!" 

Now all three of them look outside the shop and see you, all dressed up nad seemingly waiting for someone. 

"Holy fuck!" Dave whispers. He stares at you, with his mouth a gap before jumping up from the booth they were sitting at and rushing outside the store. 

"Y/n! Y/-" he yells almost tripping on thin air. 

"Dave?" you question, quickly turning towards him. Damn, you missed him. No! Yeah, you did… "What do you want?" 

"What do I- What, can't I talk to you?" 

"If you wanted to talk you would have in these past days!" you say. Yes, you might have missed him, but it's not like you're gonna show it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am waiting for my date to show up." 

"Your.. Your what, now?!" 

"My date" 

"You can't go on a date!" 

"And why is that, Lizewski?" 

"Lizewski? Really, you're calling me by my surname? Are we in such a bad place right now?" 

"I don't know, you tell me. Are you going to tell me what i can and can't do, hm?" 

"I didn't mean it like that. I just…" 

"What, it's fine when you say it but when I do it with you about Katie I'm the bad friend?" 

"No,it's just-" 

"Sorry. Matt's here." you point to the street across the road where you saw the boy walk towards you. "I gotta go." 

You start walking away but Dave grabs your wrist. 

"Please, don't." he mumbles. 

"Why not?" you snap at him but your expressions soften upon your eyes land on his saddened face. 

"I- because I don't want you with him. O-or anyone." 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"What?" 

He took a deep breath before looking around. Matt was waiting patiently by the traffic light so he could cross the road. Dave quickly began explaining. 

"You were right. About Katie. I was such a dickhead, I am so sorry, y/n. I am sorry for ignoring you over her and and.." from the corner of his eye he sees the traffic light turn green. "Shit! I don't want you to go out with Greendale cause I.. Because I like you. Like really fucking like you. And oh my god you look so fucking hot in this outfit, not that you're not always hot but holy shit. I know we are just friends and you don't think of me that way but I ju-"

"Oh my god! Do you ever shut up?" you yell before pressing your lips to his. Dave stumbled back a little, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Your hands cupped his face and his hands grabbed your waist in response. You both tilled your heads, deepening the kiss earning loud knocking from Marty and Tod as they watched the whole scene through the window. Not that you noticed any of it. You didn't hear the passing by car honk at you nor the yells or whistles. You also did not notice Matthew walking away with a sad smile after seeing the two of you. Your touches intertwine and you're pretty sure you heard Dave moan slightly which causes you to giggle into the kiss. You both pull away gasping for air. You look down at your shoes, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. Dave scratches his back and looks around nervously only to see his two idiotic friends making kissy faces. He lifts his middle finger for them before clearing his throat. 

"So.. Khm.. I guess you like me too?" 

You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I do." you say looking at him with a smile.

"That's.. Fuck. That's great." he replied genuinely happy. "Wanna get out of here?" 

You nod and you take off. You take Dave's hand and he intertwines your fingers with a smile. Maybe he is truly a superhero. He helps people and he gets the girl of his dreams. The happy ending. 

Dave Lizewski taglist : @sethcohenluvr @your-hispanichufflepuff

[bucky-boo-bear]

Double Date

Pairing: Steve x reader, mention of Bucky x Natasha Warnings: Fluff, insecure Steve?, bad writing? A/n: The steve in this is like his pre-serum self. Also, i feel like this is highly rushed.

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Steve's POV Steve wasn't really looking for today's events. But, had agreed just for Bucky's sake. Bucky was going on a date and his girlfriend was bringing along a friend of her so that her and Steve could be their "double date" as according to Buck. To Steve, he knew it would be more like third wheeling. Huffing, he stood up from the park bench and made his way over to the diner he was supposed to meet bucky and the girls at.

Upon reaching there he was shocked to say the least. Opposite Bucky and his girlfriend were sitting a girl. She was absolute gorgeous. The seat faced him allowing him to get a good look at you. Brown hair with a tint here and there of blonde giving your hair a natural shine. As he came close to table, he couldn't help but notice the deep brown colour of your eyes and the long lashes. You had a wheatish skin tone with a good tan. You had pink plump lips. He just couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to hold you in his arms. But he quickly checked himself, there was no way you would want to be with someone like him. Skinny and pale. Even though his breathing problems had dissipated, he was in no way near to as good-looking as the other boys in the college which he knew swooned over you. How you may ask? Well, he recognised you as the most popular girl in the college Y/n. Clearing his throat as if to announce his presence, he sat down on the only empty seat around the four-seater table. The one next to you.

"Hey steve! I was starting to think you ditched us. Well, that you are here now, let me introduce you to each other. Girls, this is steve, Steve, this is Natasha, my girl, and that is y/n. Though I think you must already recognise her." He shook hands with both of them as bucky introduced them. He almost thought his breathing problems came back the moment he saw you smile at him. God, she is beautiful, he thought.

The food was ordered soon after as they all indulged in small talk. It came as a surprise to steve that you actually talked to him without disgust or without interest. Once the food came, the 'couple' took to talking, or more like whispering amongst themselves, smiling every now and then. As steve watched the two with a slightly scrunched face, he felt a nudge to his side. "Those two are disgustingly cute together, aren't they?", you asked. "Totally" "Hey! Do you want to hang out later? After we are finished here maybe? Only if you are free though, wouldn't want holding you back if you are busy now do I?". He couldn't believe his ears. Were you really wanting to hang out with him? "Are You sure you want to hang out with me? I am not complaining but I mean, wouldn't you want to hang out with someone better? I can get pretty boring sometimes. "

You chuckled and he could swear that was the most beautiful thing he has ever heard. "Pardon my language but the other guys of our college, if they are the ones you are referring to, are literal bitches. They think too highly of themselves and if I were to go out with them, I am pretty sure half their time would be spent in trying to get into my pants. And, in your case, I have talked with you long enough to know that you won't do either of those things. And not to mention, you are really, like really really cute. So, yeah, I want to hang with ya. Do you want to?" "Yeah. Sure" After paying for the dinner, the bill of which you split amongst yourselves into 3, one yours, one Steve's, and one of the 'couple's', Bucky and your friend left to God knows where while you went to the nearby park with Steve.

"So, Steve", you began, "Did you enjoy the so called 'double date'? Cause I sure as hell did." "you did?" "yup" "well, I enjoyed it too". A comfortable silence fell between you to but did not last long. "So....", Steve began this time, but you cut him off. "Anna do it again sometime?" "Double date?" he teased, knowing full well that was not what you meant. "No stupid! I mean... like a proper date. Just two of us. No disgusting cuteness" "Even though I think I am the one supposed to ask you out, I am going to say yes."

Conversation from there flowed freely, talking about anything and everything that is, until it was time to return. Steve was insistent on accompanying you home even after you reassured him that it will be fine. The walk home was quiet and comfortable. Both of you enjoying the other one's presence.

Now, as you stood outside your house gate, there was a hesitation in both of you. After a few mins you said, "Oh, fuck it!" and crashed your mouth on his, your hand going behind his face to hold it in place. At first, he froze, but then reciprocated it the best he could. His kiss was sloppy but that did not make it any less affectionate. After a few mins you both pulled back, just the slightest bit out of breath.

"That was unexpected. But I liked it. ", He said. You chuckled and said, "Before I forget, here is my number. We can discuss our next date over phone?" Smiling, he answered, "Sure."

Then, with one last loving glance turned and made his way to his own house, shouting 'Good night' over his shoulder.

[fairydxll]

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

↳ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 | uh fighting? Lmk if anything.

↳ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 2124

𝐚/𝐧 ~ sorry I haven't updated this story in a while. But I'm back now!

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<- previous chapter

After a couple of days, Rory kinda got used to her new "home." Since Tony didn't know how long it would be before they went back to California, and with Pepper gone, they decided it was best if Rory just took a break from school.

Rory did eventually grow to like her new room. She was not allowed to leave the current floor, so she basically just spent all of her time there. Tony was gone all day and didn't get home until very late at night, meaning Rory had to have food delivered. She didn't mind, though. She figured that if they end up staying, she'll be able to tell Tony what all the good restaurants are.

Tony never told her anything about why they were here with the exception of, "Daddy has business."

So in order to pass the time, Rory would read or watch movies. She even took up drawing which turned out to be something she isn't too bad at.

This morning, Tony was already gone by the time Rory got up, so she got dressed and migrated to the living area. She sat on one of the couches near the large window and began sketching the tall buildings surrounding her.

As she finished the shading on one of the skyscrapers, she peered back up to see a tall man with long, black hair dressed in what looked like a Halloween costume standing on the terrace. Rory put down her sketchbook and looked closer. He was very tall and had large, golden horns that decorated the top of his head. She had no clue as to why this man was standing outside of her window on her father's building.

Rory looked to her right and noticed her father, in the Iron Man suit, land on the landing pad. The man just stood there, watching as machines swiftly removed the armor from Tony's body.

The strange man made his way into the room from the balcony. The room she was in. Rory didn't know what to do. She was frozen, scared. Instead of running away as any sane person would, Rory remained in her chair.

The large man entered the room. He studied his surroundings, his eyes eventually landing on Rory. "Who might you be?" He asked with disdain.

Rory could do nothing but blink at him, too afraid to speak. He opened his mouth to say more, only to be interrupted by the presence of Tony. "Rory, come here," Tony said blankly.

Rory immediately dropped her things and ran to her father's side. Tony wrapped his arm around her protectively, hoping to shield her with his body.

The man watched this all happen before finally speaking, "Please tell me you're going to appeal to my humanity." He spoke as if she weren't there.

"Actually I'm planning to threaten you," Tony responded. Rory couldn't sense any different emotions other than his natural sarcastic tone.

"You should have left your armor on for that," the man bantered, walking closer to Tony and Rory.

"Yeah," Tony pushed Rory behind the bar. "It's seen a bit of mileage, and you've got the glow stick of destiny." Rory crouched down below the bar and pulled her knees into her chest. She couldn't help but let tears stain her cheeks, afraid of what was happening. "Would you like a drink?" Tony asked the man as he walked behind the bar, actively trying to ignore you in hopes you wouldn't become a target.

Rory heard the other man laugh. "Stalling me won't change anything," he said. If Rory knew what it meant, she would describe their conversation as passive-aggressive.

"No, no. threatening." Tony began making himself a drink. "No drink? You sure? I'm having one.

"The Chitauri are coming. Nothing will change that." His words sounded like gibberish to Rory. "What have I to fear?"

Rory watched her father casually make a drink as if nothing was wrong. "The Avengers. That's what we call ourselves. We're sort of like a team." Rory had no idea what he was going on about. ""Earth's mightiest heroes"-type thing."

"Yes, I've met them."

"Yea," Tony's smile helped calm Rory down. He had to have the situation under control, right? "It takes us a while to get any traction, I'll give you that one. But let's do a headcount, here. Your brother, the demi-god," demi-god? "A super-soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend." He secretly slipped a metal-looking band on each wrist.

"A man with breathtaking anger-management issues, a couple of master assassins, and you, big fella," none of his words were making any sense. "You've managed to piss off every single one of them."

"That was the plan."

"Not a great plan," Tony walked past you and out from the bar. "When they come, and they will, they'll come for you."

"I have an army."

"We have a hulk."

Rory finally gathered enough courage and stood up carefully. She peeked her head over the bar to watch the men while also trying to stay out of the way. Tony was approaching the man as they spoke; the man keeping his ground.

"I thought the beast had wandered off," the man said.

"You're missing the point. There's no throne," Tony's voice rose slightly. "There is no version of this where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes and maybe it's too much for us, but it's all on you. Because if we can't protect the Earth, you can be damn well sure we'll avenge it."

Tony took a sip of his drink while the man took a few steps closer, a scowl spreading across his features. "How will your friends have time for me when they're so busy fighting you?"

For the first time since this scene began, Tony looked scared. The man brought his scepter-looking thing up and tapped it against Tony's chest with a clang noise. The man's face dropped for a second before he tried a second time, and then a third. "This usually works."

Tony didn't look scared anymore. "Well, performance issues, it's not uncommon. One out of five--" his sentence was cut short when the man forcefully grabbed Tony's throat and threw him onto the floor. Rory squealed and then immediately covered her mouth.

The man turned his head in Rory's direction with a puzzled look. He turned away from her as soon as Tony stood up and went for his neck again. "You will all fall before me," he said.

"Deploy!" Tony called before the man threw him out the window, shattering the glass. Rory screamed with all her might. Did she just watch her Dad be murdered? What was he going to do to her?

Rory hid behind the bar once more, watching and listening closely to her surroundings. A loud sound rippled through the room causing Rory to throw her hands over her ears to block out the noise. She peeked over the bar and saw nothing but more shards of glass and broken furniture.

The man stared Rory down. "Who are you?"

Rory gulped, "who are you?"

He chuckled. "I am Loki, of Asgard. I'm surprised you have not yet heard of me." His tone was a lot softer with her than it was with her father. "What is your name, little one?"

"Rory," she nervously answered his question. "My name is Rory."

"Let me guess; Stark's child?" She didn't say anything. Rory simply nodded. "Ah I see," he gave you an almost heartwarming smile. "Come here, Rory."

Fearing she had no other choice, Rory walked over to Loki and he crouched down to meet her gaze. He smiled at her. Rory watched her father fly up behind him. She was more than thrilled to see her father alive and more tears fell from her eyes.

"And one more thing," Loki's face dropped and he spun around to face Tony. "Get away from my daughter!" Tony shot at Loki, sending him flying backward. Rory jumped out of the way, too stunned to do anything else. With Loki knocked out, Tony looked towards his daughter, "Rory go hide, now!" He flew away into the sky, and Rory wasted no time in running to her bedroom.

She slammed the door shut and locked it. She looked around her room for anything that she could put in front of the door to make it harder to reach her. Rory tried to move the couch, but it was no use. It was too heavy for a ten-year-old to manage. She tugged on her roots as she spotted her desk chair. Once it was securely tucked under the knob, Rory ran over to her window to watch what was unfolding.

Rory couldn't help herself as she began to sob. She was afraid and she was alone. There was nothing she could do to help. Tons of thousands of aliens flooded the skies and streets of New York as Rory sat up in her bedroom, watching. She was sobbing uncontrollably as she pressed her face and hands into the large window.

More loud noises were flowing from the living area into Rory's bedroom and Rory could do nothing to stop them. She hoped that the man who called himself Loki was gone and that her Dad was alright.

At this moment, Rory really felt like a child. She felt small and helpless. Lonely and afraid. There was nothing else she could do except watch. She had no clue as to what she was watching either, which was not making her feel any better.

At long last, the aliens seemed to dissipate and things seemed to calm down. It looked to Rory like the fight was over. But who won?

Rory was drawn away from her thoughts by the sound of her father's voice calling her name. She nearly sprinted out. She ran up to Tony and engulfed him in the tightest bear hug she could manage. He was still in his suit and covered in dirt, but neither seemed to mind.

"I was afraid," Rory murmured into his neck.

"I know, bubs." They pulled away from the hug and Rory got the chance to really see the other people in the room.

There was a giant-sized man with green skin, a man with a shield, a man with a bow and arrow, a man with a red cape and long hair, and what looked like Natalie, only with shorter hair. They looked odd. As if they were straight out of a movie. She noticed Loki in handcuffs. He looked angry and sad at the same time. Rory didn't really know what he did, but she knew he lost and her dad won.

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Tony held a silver case in one hand and Rory's in the other as he walked alongside the other Avengers waiting to send Loki away. Tony had made it very clear that from now on, Rory would not be leaving his side.

Rory let go of her Dad's hand to let him deal with the case. Thor, as he had told Rory to call him, led Loki a few feet away from everyone else. He waited for Loki to grab hold of the glass container for the Tesseract. Before she knew it, the pair had disappeared in a storm of blue.

Once everything else was settled, Tony reached for Rory's hand again and walked her over to the rest of the Avengers. "Rory there's some people I'd like you to meet," he motioned to the team. "That's Capsicle, Legolas, Jolly Green, and the Triple Imposter. This is Rory." The others shook their heads at Tony's nicknames.

"Steve," the tall, blonde man smiled and Rory shook his hand.

"Bruce," the shorter man with grey hair politely smiled and waved.

"Yea," Nat showed you a friendly smile to which you returned. "Nice to finally meet you, officially."

"And I'm Clint," the last man with spiky hair and sunglasses introduced himself.

"Hi," you said, shyly and waved at them all.

"Bubs, you go wait in the car I'll be there in a sec," said Tony.

"Okay. It was nice meeting you all!" You said as you walked to the car.

"You ready to go, kiddo?" Tony asked as he got in the car and fastened his seatbelt.

"Are we going home? Like, back to Malibu?" you asked as he started the car and pulled out.

"Yea," he smiled. "I think we deserve a break."

"What about the tower?"

"We're working on it. It'll be fixed in no time."

"Good," you sighed

"Good?"

"I don't mind it anymore. I don't think it would be so bad if we moved here."

"Really?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Really."

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Troubled (final)

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Fem! Reader

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 

Series summary: A very unfortunate situation happened and it resulted in very unfortunate events. You had everything, a good boyfriend that everyone dreamed of, best friends that you got in a twin pack, and a loving school. It was a calm before a storm and in your sixth year the storm came. You faced the consequences your deceased parents run from, you were only left with your only family, your little brother. What would you do in order to save him? The answer is, everything, even if it means joining a terrorist group of wizards, joining THE DEATH EATERS…

Chapter Summary: Death is inevitable 

Note: there is no specific house:))) I would like to thank everyone that kept waiting and was patient enough, I started this series around March and now it is May. This is my very first series and I hope you all liked it! Again thank you so much❤❤

Warnings: angst, death, little bit of violence

Word Count: 4.2k

You stopped in front of a headstone. Your hair brushing your cheeks as the wind blew it. "Hey" you started talking, through the years the big lump in your throat slowly fades whenever you visit. "It must be nice there" you smiled and placed the flowers that you were holding down to the ground. 

You breathed in the familiar smell of the field. The smell of the countryside was really different from London. Closing your eyes, memories of the past came flooding in. 

[5 years ago]

"WHAT?" Phoebe, one of your roommates looked at you with shock, "what?" You chuckled as you ate a chocolate frog. 

"What do you mean "what"? So we're just going to act like we didn't see Diggory in front of our dorm earlier" Alice rolls her eyes as she brushes her blond hair, "Oh yeah we got back together" you shrugged and sat on your bed. 

"You really won't tell us what happened that broke the two of you?" Phoebe's voice became wary, she was trying not to say something bad. You shake your head and smile apologetically. "I'm sorry girls" you felt bad. You wanted to tell them of course, but even your best friends since first year don't even know. And surprisingly didn't even nag you about it. 

"It's alright doll, we understand. Besides, Diggory is a great guy, you two are both smart enough to know what is right and wrong" Alice looks at you, there is always comfort in her eyes. Like she always knows what is going on even if you don't talk. She was the perfect example of the person that you can vent to and she will just listen. 

"How about you girls, anything going on with your lives? Why is it always mine?" You laid down and stared at the ceiling. Silence filled the room. For about 10 minutes only the brushing of the tip of the quill to a parchment, breathing, and the noise from the common room are the only sounds you heard.

"Nothing much" you heard a bed squeaked, it was probably Phoebe's. "My life is the most boring one yet" Alice mutters and sighed,  you can see her sitting on her bed. "I don't think so. Each of our lives have different stories. I don't think that's boring" you replied before you pulled your blanket and be completely eaten up by darkness. 

Weeks have passed, it seemed to be doing great. Everything was falling back to pieces. After the school found out that you and Cedric got back together, George and the Beauxbaton girl also publicized their relationship, both of them explained that it really wasn't you in the photograph-which you completely didn't want them to do because you didn't owe anyone any explanation- but they still did. 

Fred and Angelina seemed to be also doing great, well, especially how Fred is under Angelina. 

Of course Barty Jr.-that's disguising as Professor Moody was always giving you 'the look'. Everytime and everywhere, even at class, even your classmates find it strange why Professor Moody always calls you, and then gets mad. They feel bad but you just let it all go, because you knew what his true colors are. 

"Fred" she warns

"Frederick Gideon" with her scary tone

"Frederick Gideon Weasley" that's when you all know Fred was in trouble. 

"Hello darling" you smiled and kissed Cedric's lips before you sat beside him at the library. You both have free time, especially him, tomorrow was the final task, he was trying to study spells that he might use.   

"Hey" he stops reading and wraps his arms around your waist, "Tired" he murmurs while he buries his head on your neck. "You want to eat sumthin'?" You asked while playing with his fluffy hair, running your fingers through his scalp. "No" you can feel his breathing on your neck, it sends shivers down your spine. 

After a while of complete silence, Cedric's breathing seemed to follow a pattern, that's when you knew he was asleep, in your arms. 

You started humming a song that your mum used to sing you to sleep. You can't see his face, but felt it instead, his nose, his lips, his forehead, it felt peace. It felt like home. 

And later on, you also found yourself getting sleepy, your eyelids drooping down. And before you give up on the warmth, your eyes found the book-or more like a magazine that Cedric was reading earlier, you didn't notice it earlier until now. You let out a smile before you closed your eyes.

'Real Estate Magazine, Countryside Edition'

You woke up early, dressed up early, showered early, and went to get breakfast early, and you didn't expect that a lot of students were up early too. Earlier than usual.

"Y/N!" You turned your head while you chewed a toast. It was the trio. "Hey" you greeted them as they sat in front of you. "You alright?" You looked at them while your forehead creased, "yeah" they all answered in unison, that caught them off guard. 

"Harry's going to be fine don't worry" you shake your head and smile as you reach for another toast. "It's just that-" Harry stopped and his hand went to his forehead, where the scar is. 

"His scar's been hurting ever since he woke up" Ron told you, his face was screaming with worry, just the same as Hermione. 

"You should take a rest Harry. You still have til before dusk. I think that would be enough time to prepare and rest" you said, trying to cover the worry in your voice, and of course the fear. 

You four continued to eat, the Great Hall was starting to get more crowded, noise, banners, cheers, they were all anticipating who will win the triwizard tournament. Although you should be joining this crowd, wearing shirts with the one they support, cheering, waving the banners at 8 am. You can't. You were filled with worry, Harry's scar was hurting, and it seemed strange that the Dark Lord wasn't doing anything the whole year. 

And as you walked by Moody's office, it seemed like your suspicions were answered. 

"I already handled it, Dark Lord. Yes, yes, but how about the girl?" You heard Moody, he was rather loud, obviously he used the opportunity as most of the students would be either outside or the Great Hall.

"She wouldn't be a nuisance, we have his brother. She will be extremely useful for the next few years. She has much more potential than her parents. Let her bloom Barty" a faint voice answered him, that was the reason Harry's scar was hurting since this morning. Mere communication can still cause it, you knew he couldn't possibly be physically here. 

"What if Harry wouldn't be the one touching the cup?" Moody's voice was filled with excitement but at the same time, fear. 

"I'll kill them. And you next. Better do your job Barty." The voice disappeared. Your eyes widened as you heard footsteps slowly approaching the door. You ran to the closest hiding spot and peeked. 

"Better handle that girl then" Moody looked around before he drank again from his flask. "Polyjuice Potion" you whispered as you observed him. 

He walked away, to the direction you came from, you waited until you made sure he was gone. 

"Mad-Eye Moody!" You started banging the trunk where Moody was prisoned, your hands shaking as you got the key from one of the drawers. 

"Moody!" You banged again, panting, your sweat started dripping. Your heart was beating fast, you have to do something. You sure don't know anything, but Moody surely does. 

You finally opened the last layer of it and saw that he was there, peering back at you, he was thinner than the last time you saw him. And he lost a lot of hair too. 

He seemed mad, of course, you were the only person inside the castle that knew the Professor Moody that was going around the school the whole year was an imposter, well aside from Cedric who was suspicious.

You started explaining to him, now this was the person that deserved your explanation, not the gossip people. 

It took a while before he finally understood. He must be thirsty and hungry, but you didn't bring any food but only your wand. You looked for any container and luckily you saw a flask, it must have been a spare Polyjuice Potion, you threw the insides away.

"Aguamenti" you chanted and the flask started to be filled with clean water. You cleaned the mess you made and returned it from what it was when you entered before you slowly dropped the flask to Moody who was now drinking it like he hadn't drank any water for a whole week.

"I cannot hear clearly, but I heard Little Hangleton. You know that right?" You nodded at his question. "I don't know what and how, but they would try to bring the Dark Lord back. In power" he looks directly at your eyes, his gaze was piercing, he was expecting you to do something. And you will. 

"I'll be back" the last words you said to him before you slowly closed the trunk, he nods slightly for a response, there was also something in his look, the same look you saw with your parents when they were about to die, the same look you saw with the people of the Order, it was a look of hope and pride. 

"Hey hey" you stopped on your tracks and it snapped you back into reality, you didn't know what to do, "Y/N?" Cedric cupped your face, you looked at his eyes, his questioning eyes. "What's wrong, love?" He tucked strands of hair from your face to behind your ear. Your breathing started to calm down. 

"They're moving Ced, I have to do something" you admitted, there was no point in keeping it a secret to him. His jaw dropped, he was now looking everywhere, trying to be cautious. 

"What can I do to help?" He asks, you felt bad, and it seemed like he noticed it. "Don't feel bad, Y/N. You already carried too much burden, at least let me help you carry it" his mouth curves as he assures you. "It will all be okay" he whispers, still not letting go of your face.

You were still doubting, but he was persistent. "Protect Harry. Help me protect Harry, Ced" your eyes darted to him, both of you knew this was a life and death situation. This wasn't just those silly games you played before, you both only had one chance to save a life, and this was it. 

"I will" he nods, there was more than just the tournament in his mind now. And that is to protect Harry. At all costs.

You observed Harry the whole time before the task, ofcourse, not being so obvious. You would join the three of them at some point, or drag Harry with you and the twins as they show the fireworks that they made and plan to light up when he wins or Cedric. 

It was a win-win, Harry forgets that bloody scar while you keep an eye on him. 

And now, it was Cedric's turn. 

He kissed your forehead and gave you a little smile. "You did well. Let me take over" he said before he turned his back and let go of your hand. Amos waited for him and waved in your direction. The corners of your mouth turned up, trying to be nice to him, despite how you somehow despised because of how he always pressures his son, he always has to do this, reach this, be like this. It was not healthy. 

You knew he was trying to be a good parent, but you wished he had taken lessons from your father before he died. Thankfully Mrs. Diggory was nice enough to appreciate Cedric's achievements, small or big. 

"You alright?" Alice asked you as you sat at the bleachers. "Quite" you smiled at her and returned your gaze to the champions. You were with Alice now, well long story short, the twins were with their girlfriends, even Phoebe, and Alice invited you to join her so here you are now. You know Alice is beautiful, she is also great in academics, even she and Luna Lovegood could really pass as siblings, they have the same interest in things that were believed to be not there, and even their way of clothing were the same. But they both confirmed that they were not related. Still, you were still quite confused as to why she was not out there, having a partner. 

"You know that guy?" She pointed to Gregory Goyle's older brother. "Yeah?" There were lines forming between your eyebrows. "He asked me out" she giggled and covered her mouth with her hand, her shoulders started shaking, you also laughed. "What really?" You asked in disbelief, you tried your best not to laugh out loud.

You hated Goyle, he always bullies the ones that he believed was weaker, even Alice. He always made fun of Alice and how she always tries to get people's attention. Now look how the tables have turned.

"He asked me out with those cheesy pick up lines, doll. I tried my best not to laugh and just rejected him immediately" you were both still laughing. She stated some of the pick up lines that made you laugh so much but you still tried not to be loud so in the end, you choked on your own saliva while she stifled a laugh as she pats your back.

The laughter seemed to be a curse, bad luck, or just joy before a disaster. Because right after that you all saw a yellow light sparked to the sky, it was from someone in the maze. 

You were the only one who was not confused, because as that yellow spark flashed, it was a message for you.

'He is safe. Cedric's with him' 

Red sparks were seen earlier, it must have been a marker for the injured ones, but the Yellow ones, the audience and judges didn't know what it meant, only you.

You started praying to the higher ups, if they were ever there, listening to you. You prayed that they would be fine. Only a few scratches, but still good. After just a few minutes another yellow spark was seen, the people decided to shrug it off, but you, you were beyond happy and relieved. The second spark should mean that they got to the cup. They should be arriving any second now. 

You anxiously waited for them, ten seconds, twenty, thirty, and then a minute and they weren't still here. 

'Little Hangleton' 'Back in power' ‘Dark Lord’ 'Coming Back' 'Do your job' 'Kill' 

Voices started to cloud in your mind, Moody, Barty Jr., Voldemort, memories, you patched up the information you got. 

And without even thinking twice you disapparated, thankful that Dumbledore lifted the anti-disapparition charm because there were a lot of outsiders anticipating the third task.

You grunted as you stumbled, you hated how apparition makes your insides like they were being squeezed. It was convenient of course, but you didn't like it. 

"Kill the spare"  you heard, your vision was still dizzy, but you knew that voice. Your vision was blurry, the world was spinning and it felt like your intestines were spinning too. It was the after effect of apparating. 

You stood up, still feeling nauseous, “NOOO!” you shouted as you ran, there were figures and you knew who they were. “Avada Kedavra!” it was definitely Pettigrew, no, not Cedric, not me, not Harry, don’t kill us, please, the words repeated in your mind. The few steps felt like a hundred, you wanted to stop time, and as you rushed towards the figures your vision was slowly being clear. And by the time you can entirely see clearly, you wished, you hoped, that someone blinded you, you wished that this was a dream, hallucination, but as you collapsed on your knees, as the rough ground kissed your legs, it was all real.

“Alice...” tears started to fall from your face as you looked at her face. Her reddish cheeks was now white, her lively eyes was now soulless, her warmth, 

It’s gone, she’s gone. 

“YOU!” You stood up, picking up your wand, Cedric stood beside you, “Free Harry” You commanded him, your nose was now flaring, glaring at the two figures in front of you, Peter Pettigrew carrying the weak Voldemort. 

“Expulso!” you incant, in a snap, Voldemort was now dropped to the ground while Pettigrew was far away, “I’ve had enough of you. You and your values” you stared at Voldemort who was now crawling away, he was so weak, and this was the only time you could do it. The only time you could take revenge from all the lives he took.

“You’re so weak, and you should stay weak” You stepped on his thin legs, he screeched like a creature tortured, “You deserve, every, single, pain” now you stomped on his hand, you felt the bone touch the sole of your feet despite wearing shoes. 

“Sectumsempra!” you cried at his pleading face, you thanked that potions book you saw in the classroom. You watched as so blood just came out from the child like figure in front of you, for a second you thought you were doing something beyond your morals, but you remembered, the images of people that this person-no- monster killed, the mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, and friends, he took away so many lives, he made the world like his playground, killing whoever he felt to kill, and that justified what you did. Regret was not even near. 

“Incarcerous” Cedric’s voice echoed, the tense was back again, Pettigrew was still here, “We’ll take care of him” he told you, giving a second to glance at the lifeless Voldemort that was on the ground, curled, you nodded as an approval. 

And like a vase dropped, or someone threw a big stone to your head, you remember Alice's bleeding body, her opened eyes but why? Why is there a ghost of a smile plastered on that doll-like face?

You slowly walked to her lying body, you never expected that this would happen, that she, she would do something like this. Did she just suddenly hold your arm as you disapparated? Is that why she splinched, her arms, even her legs were bleeding. 

“Dumbass, did you even know where I was going.” you kneeled, reached for her face and removed the strands of hair that were blocking her face. “You’re so dumb. Who’s going to call me doll anymore” you blinked and a tear fell straight to her cheek, you blinked again, another tear fell, you blinked, again and again, and at the same time, tears fell on her pale face, you cried, wailed, even shouted while hugging her body. 

She was there when you needed her, she was there to understand you. She was there when you cried, laughed, even if you were sick, she was there. 

“Doll, come here.” Alice called you while you were packing your things, you were a mess, you just heard that your mother was ill, you have to go home. You sighed and let go of the clothes and walked towards her, she tapped the seat in front of the mirror. 

“You know, you should always look tough in front of the people you have to protect. That’s what my parents told me before. The people that saved them from the Death Eaters, they were tough, I told you about that right?” she started brushing your hair, you examined your reflection, your eyebags were visible, you were also definitely thinner than usual, you felt drained. 

“Before my ma died, she told me information about those who saved them. My ma and pa owe their life to them.” even if you didn’t look at her face, you know she was smiling. “She told me that when they were being saved, the woman was pregnant” you can feel the gentleness from her touch. 

“And?” you asked, she was now tying your hair, “and she told me to protect that child, a token of gratitude for giving my ma and pa another tomorrow” she placed the flower accessories in your hair. 

“Did you protect the child?” you turned to her and saw her eyes twinkled, “I still am doll” she replied to you before she handed your bag. Alice used magic to help you pack, you laughed and hugged her, “Thank you” your mouth curved into a smile. “Aww it’s nothing” she waves her hand and rolls her eyes, acting shy. “Shut up” you chuckle before you turn your back and step outside. 

“You impulsive lady, how about that child you should protect. How can you protect them if you’re dead” You were still crying, thinking about all the memories you had with her, and how you would tell Phoebe, she would be heartbroken. 

Was it really necessary? Are sacrifices really necessary? You just wanted to stop a war, a cycle, you wanted to follow the path your parents took, are deaths really necessary? In exchange for peace, a life should be taken. A meaningful life, someone's daughter, friend, and stranger. 

[present]

“Y/N!” a woman’s voice called you, you turned your head and saw a woman, her hair was now just above her shoulder, brown curls jumping as she walked the hill. “Phoebe” you greeted and opened your arms, she sprinted and hugged you. 

“Oop, be careful with the tummy” you grinned and touched your tummy, there was already a big bump, you were pregnant. “Hello there little one” she lowered herself and talked to your bump. 

“It’s her death anniversary isn’t it” she straightened herself and was now staring at the headstone. 

     Alice Constance O’Brien

March 12, 1978 - June 24, 1995

“Hmm” you answered, peace and silence enveloped the both of you. “It was Alice all along.” sadness took over your face as you remembered what Alice has done for you. 

  Loving daughter and friend

                A hero 

“Ced that night when you saw me following the man. Why were you still roaming?” you asked Cedric as he sat at the library.

“I haven’t told you yet? It was the Head Boy, well technically it was Alice actually, she told me that the head boy couldn’t find me so he asked her to tell me. My schedule changed that time” he muttered as he chewed a pumpkin pasty. Your eyebrows shot up and just shrugged. You owe Alice an acid pop at Hogsmeade.

“She was the one who told me about your situation. She must have known about the dark mark but never told us. She wanted to help you, but in the shadows.” Remus admitted as you talked to him about Alice’s death. He was shocked, the whole society members actually. They are now taking care of his subjects that were lurking around. 

“Hello ladies!” George and Fred suddenly appeared, both of them wrapped their arms around each of your shoulders. “Fred. I prefer women, thank you” Phoebe removed Fred’s arm and even tried to dust it off, “Rude” Fred squinted his eyes at her while she just smirked and flipped her hair.

“Where’s your husband and brother?” George asked and also placed flowers at the ground. Now there were a lot of flowers for Alice. “You’re liking that aren’t you?” you talked to the headstone, you were all just silent. Even the loud twins fell in silence, they liked Alice, not romantically, they admired her, how she was unique, always had a voice, and how she stood up for herself. 

“I love it doll” you heard a whisper as the breeze came by, you knew it was her, it had always been her. She was still there, watching. 

“Oh Alice” Phoebe started crying, the twins tried to offer her a hug but she went to you instead, you sniggered as you saw their offended face. 

They all felt her. 

“Hey!” two voices called all of your attention and there it was, Cedric your husband, and your eight year old brother. Theodore hurried to the twins that immediately picked him up, he liked them. “We bought snacks.” Cedric raised a basket and spreaded out a cloth to the grass. 

“Are you crying?” Cedric inspected Phoebe who still has her nose red from crying. “Yes. What about it” she rolled her eyes and got bread from the basket while Cedric was still arranging the cloth. “I’m just asking.” Cedric chuckled and shook his head. 

You observed each and one of them, they all changed, with their own careers and life, of course they will change. Cedric was now working at the ministry, he did once think about being a professional quidditch player, but he felt like a work at the ministry would be better, and he liked it. The twins and their joke shop was still going, stronger as it was before, they’ve built quite the reputation, and Phoebe, she was now a Herbologist, she always had an interest in plants. 

And you, you also built your career, with your dream job. 

Are you seeing this Alice? I made it. We made it. 

You carefully sat at the cloth and they all asked you what you would name the child inside of you. Your eyes gleamed, you always knew that if you had a chance to name your child it would be…

“Alice”

[ssamie]

ten. love is war!

oikawa tooru x fem langa!reader

(hq x sk8 the infinity)

warnings: spelling mistakes, swearing, 2k+ words, u have langa’s blue hair sorry

gen masterlist.                  "snow" masterlist

oikawa grumbled under his breath as he walked alongside of y/n. normally, he would be more than happy to be hanging with her so casually. but that certainly wasn't the case at the moment, seeing as, not only is iwaizumi with them, but also the five other friends of hers

"hey hey, where are we going exactly?" oikawa whispered to her

y/n peered back at him and smiled "well, we're just going wherever. it's been pretty long since i last saw my friends, after all" she said "but you can stay behind if you don't wanna come with oikawa-san" she said with furrowed brows as she took notice of his grumbling

oikawa took one quick glance at reki and grumbled even more as he shook his head "no, im coming with!" he huffed 

y/n nodded and chuckled sheepishly "okay, oikawa-san.. tell me if you need anything" she said 

"hey, actually.. am i even allowed to be here?" oikawa asked with a look of dread as he looks around them 

joe, cherry, miya, reki, and shadow were casually chatting along and yet he felt a little left out. 

"of course, oikawa-san" y/n reassured him with a smile "why? do you feel awkward?" she asked him. she then averted his eyes towards iwaizumi and mused "even iwaizumi-san is getting along with them quite well" she said 

oikawa sweat dropped and followed her line of sight "that's cus he's bonding with joe over some weird crossfit stuff!" he exclaimed. oikawa sighed and stared longingly at his best friend "even miya likes him" he playfully cried "all that kid does is bully me and call me a slime" he sulked 

y/n sweat dropped and chuckled at his antics. "well then, you can stick with me if you want" she mused. "i won't let you feel left out, oikawa-san" she chuckled "since you did the same for me when i fist joined the team, remember?" she smiled 

oikawa stared up at her with comical tears flowing down his cheeks and beamed "thank you! you're the best, y/n-chan!!" oikawa cheered 

y/n laughed as the brunette hugged her arm and leaned down to rest his head on her shoulder. "you look silly oikawa-san, please stand straight" she sweat dropped as she struggled to walk with his towering form clinging onto her 

oikawa laughed and did as he was told, though still keeping their arms locked together. "dont be like that, y/n-chan~" oikawa cooed "y know you love me" he grinned cockily 

y/n chuckled and sighed "sure, oikawa-san. whatever you say" she said 

from behind them, reki watched with a smile as she and oikawa goofed around. he's always happy to see her so lively and becoming close with new people, after all. 

"well..??" miya mused as he gestured to the two with an expectant look 

"well what?" reki tilted his head in confusion 

miya rolled his eyes and pulled him down to his height to whisper "aren't you gonna do something?" he asked 

reki furrowed his brows and let out a sheepish laugh "what do you mean?" he asked "what do i need to do?" 

miya sighed in exasperation "you're so stupid. no wonder you can't go up from your position as a slime" he said 

reki huffed and ruffled his hair, making miya groan in annoyance "don't call me stupid! also, what're you even on about?" he said

"what're you gonna do if she suddenly gets together with him?" miya asked him 

reki blinked in response and let out a nervous laugh "what..? what kinda question is that?" he mused 

"and what kind of answer is that?" miya spat out in annoyance "you know what? whatever" he said "just don't blame anyone but yourself if y/n suddenly finds a new best friend and gets a boyfriend that isn't you" miya sneered 

reki frowned and hit him in the head, making miya whimper "shut up! she won't do that" reki said with a meek laugh 

reki peered up at her, watching as she listened to oikawa with a weary look on her face as he rants to her about something stupid with his usual charming but cocky grin. 

"she won't do that." he muttered to himself. "she promised."

soon, all of them had arrived at some random restaurant since y/n and reki had been complaining about food for about an hour straight, and frankly, cherry has had enough. 

"y know, you probably should've declined adam's beef" reki mused. y/n raised a brow and looked at him in confusion "what? why?" she asked "i won either way.." 

reki sighed and turned to look at her "well yeah, but adam's totally nuts! and didn't you promise you won't skate with him anymore?" y/n gulped and looked away from him "i did promise that didn't i.." she mumbled 

"well, it's whatever." she waved it off "it already happened. besides, im totally fine!" she grinned 

reki watched as she went to grab some of the food, only for her to wince as her wounded hand grazed the hot bowl. "ow" she winced under her breath as she cradled her hand 

reki sweat dropped and laughed at her "see? what'd i tell you" he mused as he went to grab her hand "here, let me see—" 

he couldn't seem to finish his sentence since he was beaten to it by oikawa's interjection. "tsk tsk, y/n-chan you gotta be careful you know?" oikawa playfully scolded her as he grabbed her hand and gently massaged her palm to try and ease the pain down 

y/n huffed and nodded along as she let's oikawa hold her hand for a while longer "sorry, oikawa-san" she muttered as oikawa playfully pokes her cheek to annoy her 

"hm." reki pursed his lips as he let out a low hum, watching the scene play out with partial confusion and annoyance 

"haha! be careful next time!" reki exclaimed with a grin as he ruffles her hair and pulled her closer to him, making oikawa loose his grasp on her. "yeah sorry" she grinned sheepishly as she looks up at reki with reddening cheeks 

reki side eyes oikawa and sends him a smile, to which the brunette responded to with an irked and painfully forced smile in return 

"haha, well then.." oikawa mused "here you go, y/n-chan" he said as he held a sushi before her with his chopsticks "you should let me feed you since your hand's pretty messed up" oikawa suggested with a smile 

y/n looked up at the brunette and then down at the sushi and eagerly nodded. "okay!" she said as she went to chomp on the sushi, only to be met with nothing. 

"eh?" she mumbled in confusion as she stares at the chopsticks which were now empty 

"actually, i'll do that!" reki interjected with a sweet smile as he snatches the sushi from his chopsticks with his own "here, y/n! say 'ahh!' " reki cooed as he held it to her with his hand cupping the underside from crumbs 

"oh.. um.. okay?" she muttered in confusion as she turned to face reki with her cheeks slowly heating up "a-ahh" she smiled nervously as she went to eat the sushi, only for it to be snatched away once again 

"my my, reki-kun~" oikawa cooed with an irked smile "you shouldn't pass around people's food" he said "now it's all mushy and gross" oikawa stiffly laughed as he put away the sushi and reached for a new one 

reki took a deep breath and sent him an equally irked smile as well. "ah is that so?" he chuckled "my bad.." 

"have this instead then, y/n" reki said as he reached for a dumpling and held it to her mouth 

"have this instead, y/n-chan~" oikawa cooed as he held the sushi to her mouth as well 

"oh..okay.." y/n sweat dropped as she looked at the two boys beside her with a look of dread. "actually, maybe i'll just finish my drink for now—" 

"ha, see! she didn't want the sushi anyways! haha what a shame!" reki cooed as he taunted oikawa 

"well apparently, she's also not in a dumpling mood, is she, reki-kun?" oikawa cooed back through gritted teeth 

as the two boys telepathically argue, y/n sat quietly as her stomach grumbled, wanting nothing more than to eat at the moment. 

"geez. those two slimes really are a good-for-nothing" miya said with a sigh. he then turned to y/n with a smug cat-like grin and held his chopsticks out for her 

"guess i'll have to feed you instead" he cooed with an evil laugh  

y/n beamed and happily munched on the food, "thank you, miya" she said with a smile as she lets miya feed her the meal 

miya chuckled and sent the two boys a smug smirk. reki and oikawa deadpans at him and huffed. "did he just." oikawa muttered "yeah he did." reki replied

"just how long is this gonna go on for?" shadow sighed as he watched oikawa and reki subtly shove each other by masking it with friendly smiles and conversations

"dunno, but im enjoying this!!" miya exclaimed as he happily let's y/n feed him as well

shadow deadpanned as he watched the boy purr and roll around like an over joyed cat. 

"well of course you are" he sweat dropped

"man, just how long til we get there?" reki groaned out as he shuffles around in his seat

"but it's so boring! why can't we just skate there" reki huffed as he reluctantly planted himself still in his seat

"you're not a child. stop acting like one or im kicking you out of this car" cherry said in annoyance

"because it's too far and everyone here will pass out from the heat" cherry responded with a sigh "also.. if its so hot.." he trailed off. "then why are you two cuddling as if its the peak of winter?!" he exclaimed as he gestured to y/n and reki, who was pressed against each other as they both practically melt into a puddle

"because reki said he missed me" y/n replied "so i wanted to comfort him"

cherry peered down at her with a grimace as he took note of her sweat drenched face, and her meek smile "you're sweating all over the seats. that's disgusting." cherry deadpanned

"but i don't want reki to be sad" she reasoned

"he looks perfectly fine to me" cherry shook his head in exasperation "and you." he averted his eyes towards miya "what are you doing?"

miya looked back at him and grinned sheepishly "we're bonding, don't you see?" he cooed with a playful scoff

"bonding?! who the hell said that?! get off me!" oikawa exclaimed as he tried to pluck miya off of his lap 

"we're bonding!" miya hissed at him "it just so happened that theres an ac directly above you, so this position is necessary" he said 

"piss off, catboy" oikawa playfully scowled at him "if it's so hot then take off that damn cat hoodie you have on!" 

"no way!" miya exclaimed as he tried to pry away oikawa's hands, thus causing more chaos within the car 

"hey stop moving around!!" shadow scolded them  from the driver's seat "and you two love birds! stop sweating on my seats!" 

"we're not sweating on them!" reki exclaimed 

"its practically river back there, shut up redhead!" 

cherry had a look of dread on his face as he managed to just sit and endure the whole thing. though that was soon ruined as he turned to look at joe and iwaizumi, only to find them arm wrestling like a bunch of crazy gym freaks. 

"arm wrestling? really?" cherry scoffed in disbelief "in the middle of a car ride? in a moving vehicle?" 

"dont worry kaoru!" joe mused "im totally beating this kid" 

"yeah right" iwaizumi grinned as he slammed joe's arm down with a look of triumph 

"what the?!" joe spluttered "no way! kaoru! he cheated i swear!" he exclaimed 

"i don't care" cherry grumbled back "hey, step on the gas and just take us there for christ's sake" he said to shadow with a weary sigh 

"geez, no need to tell me twice" shadow replied 

"WOAH!" reki and y/n cheered as they looked around the empty skatepark "SO COOL!" they exclaimed as they ran around the open space 

"how'd you find this, oikawa-san?" she asked the brunette with sparkling eyes "i didnt think miyagi even had skateparks!" 

reki perked up and faced him "girls? do you have a girlfriend already or something?" he asked the brunette 

"oh? you like it here huh?" oikawa mused "then let's go again sometime" he suggested "also, one of the girls at school told me about it" he said 

"i don't" oikawa replied with furrowed brows "why?" 

"no reason" reki cooed as he have oikawa a friendly pat on the back "just thought it'd be weird to be so close to y/n if you have a girlfriend" 

"but you don't so it's fine.. totally fine.." 

"oikawa-san is very popular at school so he has a lot of fangirls." y/n explained as she skates past them

"popular?!" reki exclaimed in surprise "you're popular, oikawa-san?!" 

"huh? so what if i am?!" oikawa huffed in response "and why are you so surprised?!" he narrowed his eyes at the redhead. "well i didnt think you would be famous like that" reki said with a laugh "well i guess it makes sense since you're an athlete and all" 

oikawa sweat dropped and peered down at him "i can't tell if you're mocking me or if you're being genuine" he said 

reki smiled at him and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck "im being genuine" he said "its cool that you're a big shot athlete already at your age. you're probably really talented too" reki said "you're pretty admirable, oikawa-san . i can see why y/n enjoys being with you" reki let out a soft chuckle 

oikawa's eyes softened at his words and awkwardly shuffled in his place. "you're pretty cool too, reki-kun" oikawa admitted with a sigh 

"im kinda jealous of you, actually. you don't even have to try and yet.." oikawa trailed off as he watched y/n look at reki with love filled eyes from afar. 

reki looked at him and tilted his head in confusion. "yet what..?" he asked 

oikawa shook his head and waved it off "nothing, nothing. nevermind" he chuckled "just go skate or something" he said "i'm staying here" 

reki grinned and playfully slapped his back. "don't be like that!" he laughed "you're the one who brought us here, so you gotta join in on the fun!" reki beamed as he dragged oikawa over to the rest of the group 

"oh? have you two finally made up?" cherry mused as he watched reki drag oikawa around, while the brunette complains about the wind ruining his hair. 

"made up? but we never fought" reki mused as he got in his skateboard 

"you say that as if we didn't have to sit through your passive aggressive exchange during lunch" shadow sweatdropped 

"eh? what'd you mean?" reki cooed "your memory's going stale, old man shadow!" 

"im only twenty four!" shadow yelled back 

"over already?!" reki whined as they reluctantly followed them to the car 

"well, its already dark" iwaizumi said as he stretched his arms over his head. "and we've been here for hours"

"hes just sad cus he hasn't skated in forever" miya sneered as he skated past them and placed his board into the trunk 

"fine" reki sighed in reply. "hey, was it fun?" he asked oikawa, making the brunette shrug. "it was fun, yeah.. though falling on my ass wasn't exactly the greatest" oikawa replied 

"exactly! let's just stay here for a while!" reki pouted. "we can skate again tomorrow, reki" y/n said with a smile as she patted his back reassuringly 

"don't worry, oikawa-san! you were actually pretty good!" y/n complimented him with a grin 

"yeah yeah, you flatter me too much!" oikawa chuckled as he nudged her playfully with his shoulder 

"anyways, im pretty tired." she yawned. "i think i'll just sleep on the way home" she said as she entered the car and sat down on the leather seats 

"..." 

oikawa and reki side eyed each other, shuffling on their spots as they send each other one last 'friendly' smile before sprinting towards the car, trying to claim the seat next to her. 

"what the hell" iwaizumi deadpanned as he watched them push and shove each other as they fought for the seat beside her "i thought they made up already" iwaizumi sighed 

"and are they really that dumb to not realize she's sitting in the middle." miya chimed in as he peered at the two with a grimace 

"you can sit on both sides, slimes!" miya yelled at them 

"oh right" they both muttered in realisation as they quietly take their seat on either side of her. 

"ehem." reki fake coughed. "y/n!!" he cooed at her with a beaming smile 

y/n looked over at him with tired eyes and smiled back "yes reki?" she asked as her cheeks gradually heat up

"if you ever wanna sleep, you can use me as a pillow" reki suggested with a grin as he patted his shoulder 

"me too! but im probably more comfortable since reki-kun here would probably poke your eye out with his spiky ass hair" oikawa cooed with a sweet smile 

y/n spluttered as she looked back at oikawa with a look of disbelief "what? his.. his hair?" she muttered 

"awh! but oikawa-san, you might suffocate her with the amount of hairspray you have on to keep your hair in place!" reki cooed back with a giggle 

y/n sweat dropped and nervously looked at the two boys as they continue to smile and beam at each other despite their awfully insulting words. "i see.." y/n nervously chuckled. "well, i appreciate it" she said 

"no problem!" they beamed at her

"its been half an hour." miya commented 

"yeah." iwaizumi nodded along "what's gonna happen next? i think i know." 

miya hummed and side eyed them. "y/n's asleep." he muttered in a deeper 'narrator' type voice 

"i see." iwaizumi nodded 

oikawa hummed to himself as he slyly watched her head slowly starting to fall and instinctively lean against somewhere. "wow. this ride's pretty long" oikawa mused 

"her head is falling." miya said. "i see." iwaizumi replied.

"mhm." reki nodded 

a soft sigh could be heard as y/n's head slowly falls towards reki's direction, causing a smug smirk to form on his lips 

"the slime won." miya clapped quietly, with iwaizumi sulking for his friend 

oikawa gritted his teeth as a vein popped out of his temple out of frustration. he swiftly grabbed her head and dropped it down to his own shoulder, waking her in the process from the sudden pull 

"what the..?" y/n mumbled as he looked up at oikawa in confusion 

"nevermind! the other slime won by force!" miya commented as he glared at oikawa while iwaizumi smiled proudly 

"what're you doing?!" reki exclaimed as he grabbed her head and forcefully rested it on his shoulder instead 

"im letting her get comfortable, that's all" oikawa mused as he placed her head back onto him 

"reki?! oikawa-san?! what are you guys doing?! " she frantically asked as she felt her head being shook around, and her neck coming close to snapping 

"shh! sleep!" oikawa shushed her as he held her close and gently ran his fingers through her hair. "i- why are you guys pulling on me?!" she shrieked out 

"okay that's enough." cherry sighed as he turned around to hit both boys on their head with his fan "let the girl rest. and stop fighting." he sighed "just sleep altogether or something"

"how?!" 

in the end, oikawa and reki ended up resting their head on her shoulder while iwaizumi rests peacefully beside them. miya, however, was sprawled out on top of them with his head on y/n's lap and iwaizumi holding his legs down to keep him from slipping 

all in all, it was a cute sight, and whether they admit it or not, joe, cherry, and shadow definitely took loads of pictures. 

"geez." joe sighed 

"these kids are making me feel old" he mused "when was the last time we were like this, kaoru?" he asked as he gestured to their sleeping figures. 

"since never." cherry deadpanned "not once did we ever do that" he said, making joe sweat drop 

"sheesh, atleast play along or something" 

sorry for the spelling /grammar mistakes if there are any :>

idk if this is good i'm so sorry 💀