#she wouldn't GIVE him ANXIETY what would be the point of THAT

[blujayonthewing]

one of Melliwyk's artificer infusions is a homunculus servant that looks like a little bug dragon, and on the one hand, unlike my headcanons for Find Familiar, it's harder to imagine that a bespoke magical construct would have personality traits that weren't explicitly intentionally put in there by its creator-- but on the other hand a couple of the times I've drawn him he looks A Bit Nervous and I keep feeling like maybe this tiny robot lizard has anxiety

[citrus-writing]

yandere phantom troupe - make you mine

nsfw, warnings for dub-con and non-con

-------------

Thinking about yanderes you can avoid having sex with for a considerable amount of time. the ones who, despite wanting you so badly, have the patience not to force you into anything. Why would they, when you're already so perfect?  

Includes: chrollo, machi, feitan 

Chrollo sees you as so cute and innocent, sweet and shy, almost. And that plays into your favor when he's so cautious in his approach. He’s so patient with you. Because to him you're made of glass, and he won't risk breaking something so precious. A part of him wants you to come to him- Maybe after so long in isolation, you could. But if you don't, he's not too bothered, because of course you can't approach him with something like this- you must be so nervous. But as time drags on, and Stockholm syndrome starts to set in, you find yourself less and less opposed to the idea, and worse still, is that he notices the change in you.  

Machi is too nervous to talk to you, and she nearly punches you in a fit of nerves when you reach out to tug at her sleeve to get her attention- so it's safe to say she can't bear to touch you. When you touch her she feels electric, and it both excites and scares her. If you ever get to the point of wanting to be close with her, inviting her into your space is better than trying to invade hers. Don't hug her, ask her to hold you. Don't try to crawl into her bed, beg her to stay with you in yours. If you want her to touch you, it's best to tell her. It’s not hard to warm up the idea of being intimate with her, but she’s unlikely to notice your change of heart, too afraid to ruin everything she’s built with you. 

Feitan is once again, really messed up about this. Because he wants you, almost more than any of the others, but he can't seem to get close to you. It's almost a blessing that you shake and cry whenever he comes near. The sight makes him almost happy under normal circumstances. Except now; when he's sitting on the edge of your bed, and you're curled up as far away from him as possible. Of course, he's done nothing to make you warm up to him. In fact, being kidnapped by him is worse than you imagined. He's equal parts endeared and repulsed by the sight of you, and touching you is so much worse. He won't force intimacy for a long time, mostly based on his own anxiety at being close to you. 

Thinking about yanderes who try to make you give in to their advances. Yanderes who know they could take you by force, of course, but they’re far more charmed with the idea of wearing you down, making you come to them. 

includes: shizuku, pakunoda, shalnark 

Shizuku is almost pestering you about it- isn't she pretty? Isn't she sexy? Don't you ever wonder? You must be lonely. Wouldn't it be nice? To have someone touch you and love you and take care of you? She’ll say or do anything to try to wear you down, and sometimes you wonder if it’d be better to just let her win. But then you remember she kidnapped you, took you from everything you loved. Still, when she comes around and touches you just so, the temptation is ever present. 

Pakunoda isn't nearly as obvious, in fact, you can almost convince yourself that maybe your misunderstanding, maybe she just craves the closeness of holding you. But something about the offer to come to bed with her is laced with some kind of warning- the point of no return. And she’s been the perfect captor, caring and kind and gentle- you know that this would be the same, that she’d take care of you and that she’d make it good for you- but you cant let yourself give in, no matter what she does to sway you. 

Shalnark is someone who wears you down with time- sure, he could force you, but there's no fun in that. Not when it's you. He wants you to come around, wants you to break under the pressure. Every touch and kind word and every little gift has been leading you here, and you've fallen for it everytime. You've been grateful- and you can't pretend you didn't know the cost. So when he places his hands on your skin and feels you try to pull away, he frowns, because you’ve accepted everything else so willingly. Still, it’s cute to see you try to win this. 

Thinking about yanderes who force you into their bed, afterall, you belong to them. There’s no sense in denying themselves when you're already here, already locked in their home, already trapped with them forever. 

Includes: llumi, hisoka, uvogin 

Illumi goes forever without touching you- you almost believe he doesn't want to. You lull yourself into a sense of security that someone like him is above desire. That was your mistake. And now, pinned down to his bed, you feel like a fool for not having seen it coming. He’s wanted you, and his perceived hesitance was never for your sake; always just him taking things at whatever pace he preferred. And now that he wants more from you, he won't hesitate to take it. 

Hisoka doesn't wait long, to be honest. And with him, you see it coming from a mile away. As soon as he takes you away, locks you up in his home with him, you know that a part of it is this; that he desires you. You’ve known that from the start, and he’s never tried to hide it. It’s pointless to try to fight him on it, and if you give in to him, he makes a point to let you enjoy it. 

Uvogin also doesn't wait long, maybe he wanted to wait- because he’d love for his feelings to be returned, and the idea of you wanting him is enticing, but he lacks the patience and in the end, it doesn't matter. In the end, he’s already got you here and it’s only a matter of time before he has you in his bed. And waiting for you to come around to his advances is such agony. No, he’s decided. It’s better to take what he wants. 

[twooftheluckyones]

Cult of the Lamb fancomic: Luck of the Lamb

Part 1: Give Unto Me A Name

To say the name of the gods is to knock against the doors of their divinity. Such that they held their true names closely, for the call could surpass all barriers. Exchanging true names became a sign of partnership, trust, and perhaps even in some cases, union…

~Next~ ~~~~ Story Segment Under Cut ~~~~

"-and boil for eternity!" Narinder boomed, laughing to himself as he imagined Heket locked in a cauldron of oil. Chains tightened against his arms from his motions, and his laughter withered like a sail with no wind. He bowed his head and was quiet for a long moment, looking the Lamb in the eyes. "Return to your cult. Shamura is the last to hold me. Drive a knife in their heart, and at last I will be free... Go now. Please." He pointed towards the stone to teleport back, mind a mixture of rage, gloom, and loneliness. She nodded, excited by his sheer energy and power. But before she left she had a question. "...I have one request," she paused, hands wriggling in a sudden flash of anxiety. Shamura's words echoed in her mind, one burning like a forbidden flame. "I was told your name while on my mission, but I wanted your blessing before I dare use it... As your vessel, may I address you by name?" "You ask for so much little lamb," he chided. "Do not press the limits of our affiliation too quickly." He paused, humming thoughtfully, an ear flicking. Perhaps there was something to be gained here. "I will not give you the privilege without something in return." His brow raised, curious. "Tell me your own and you shall have mine." She hadn’t given her name in a very long time. It was hard to even remember it at all. Memories of her 'life' were almost foggy, stretching back hundreds of years from the time she'd spent in his service. From the depths she retrieved it, but more than just her name surfaced. Her father, pinned down with arrows bristling from his chest as he pleaded for her to run. Her mother, grabbing her wrist in a vice grip as they fled. The memory was so distant, yet felt like it had just happened. "Una. My name is Una." Her voice numb, barely a whisper. She blinked, shaking away the past and returned to meet his eyes. "Una..." He tasted her name on his tongue, trying to decipher what it meant. He hadn't been on the surface in hundreds of years, culture was entirely lost. "Very well then, you may refer to me as Narinder. But know that divine names have power. To use them can be a summoning, of sorts. Were you to use my name, I would know it. Your shred of divinity may share that, so guard your name well." Shadow covered his face, nothing but the faint light of three red eyes breaking past its veil. "Not all summons are made with good intentions..." He looked at the chains on his wrists, glaring with hatred. "Narinder," His name had a distinct flavor. Faintly reminiscent of the iron tang of blood, a faint chill lingering beyond the sound. She could feel the magic in it, sparks in her body, tingling and electric. While she knew she would only use his name in conversations with him and him alone, that didn't mean she wouldn't use it in private moments of prayer. Perhaps he would be just a little present in those now. She liked that thought, smiling and blushing despite herself. "Your name will be cherished and protected." "Good. Now Una, go rid this world of my enemies, slowly and horrifically please." He grinned, sharp teeth glistening from ear to ear.

Narinder watched her go, as she turned into an ethereal energy and vanished. The gateway was silent. The realm of death was not known for its liveliness. Aym and Baal stood stoic and unflinching, as if they had not heard any of the conversation. Slowly the tension in his body faded, feeling the familiar weight of the chains on his arms. Soon. Patience. Their next meeting would likely be after Shamura's defeat, and then everything would be in place.

"I look forward to our next meeting Una."

[heartsforseo]

Straw hats with a member who was formally a celestial dragon's sl@Ve.

A/n: hehehe I always come back... *Insert the afton's bg music* request=?? requested: <yes> <no> wc: 1,140 warning: I only write for fun so grammar could be back. + some ooc?

⭑You found it incredibly challenging to open up to others due to your reserved nature. Despite hoping that Jinbe's arrival would provide an opportunity for conversation, your shyness prevented you from engaging with him. Thus, when a celestial dragon attacked the sunny and remembered you, the entire crew was taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.

⭑Luffy would be SHOOK amid the battle and pause for a bit.

⭑He'd turn and look for you, looking for an affirmation.

⭑Would shout your name a million times until you say something.

⭑When you said yes he'd have mixed feelings (sad and mad generally). Questions would start popping up, leaving him wondering why you hadn't said anything from the beginning.

⭑After he's done with the celestial dragon, he'll drag you and push you to talk.

⭑After your explanation, becoming the pirate king and destroying all the celestial dragons would give him more reasons to do so.

⭑Zoro wouldn't hear about you being a slave. He's either lost or focused on eliminating the marines guarding the boat.

⭑So when he returned to the ship and noticed the uncomfortable atmosphere, he would be perplexed and ask what had happened.

⭑He's not good with words and comforting so he'll just shrug about it.

⭑But he'd still be worried of course. He'd mutter "You can talk to me when you need someone, you know?"

⭑You turned around, making sure that he said it. But he'd turn and walk away.

⭑He's blushing inside and out so I hope you'll take his words seriously!

⭑Unlike Zoro, Nami would be mad AFFF.

⭑She's not just mad at the celestial dragon but also you! The Straw Hats are a family, and there should be no secrets.

⭑Big sister mode activated: When you need to open up, she will be there to provide comfort and gently guide you through the process. She will support you by holding your hand and ensuring that you feel safe and supported every step of the way.

⭑After you're done explaining, she'd try to distract you about the past and would do shopping with you and Robin.

⭑Would def give weird stares to the celestial dragons the crew would meet.

⭑She's now your therapist so congratulations!

⭑Poor Ussop. Boy was already pissing then he found out about your situation.

⭑He'd feel sad after the argument. He never realized something major had happened to you before! I mean, you know how to hide it…

⭑Tried to assist you by offering you coffee and gave some words of encouragement.

⭑For example: "At least you're with us now..." or "That's alright, it was all in the past now."

⭑At one point, he was so worried that he accidentally splashed Zoro's shirt with the coffee he was supposed to give you, causing them to bicker.

⭑It earned you a little laugh, and with that, Ussop was already happy.

⭑Sanji, on the other hand, would pause on what the celestial dragon said.

⭑Whether it was true or not, he directly attacked the celestial dragon.

⭑No female should ever go through that pain. Even if he hadn't experienced it, he knows how hard it would've been.

⭑He'd shower you with praises and affection. "You did so good holding it all up..." or "You're here with us now. You can always rely on us..."

⭑He was also the one who filled Zoro up on what was happening.

⭑Would look at you from time to time to see how you're doing.

⭑ Chopper would be SHOCKED and worried.

⭑He starts thinking about the pain and wounds that you’ve gotten. It clicked to him and finally realized why you used to have a lot of scars on your back + arms.

⭑While you’re explaining to the crew your experience, Chopper went to his office and made some anti-anxiety pills ‘cause he doesn’t want you to suffer anymore. (Robin had to kick him out).

⭑Would look at you endearingly and hold your hand around the ship. He just wants to make sure nothing bad will happen to you!

⭑Other than that, Chopper would still act normal and do some silly stuff with Luffy and Ussop.

⭑Robin is Robin. She already had some suspicions about your past, but she wants to hear the truth directly from your mouth.

⭑When she heard what the celestial dragon said she was a bit shocked. Yes, she had thought about it, but another person who suffered from the world government?

⭑She wanted to hold you right then and there.

⭑If Nami’s sitting on your left then she’d be on your right. She’d pat your back and make you some tea. (Ussop’s coffee did not make it😔)

⭑After the talk, she became your therapist (w/h Nami. 2 heads are better than one they say.

⭑Will try to keep an ear out for you when you disappear on her POV and in an unknown place. (Yes an EAR)

⭑Franky was SUPERRRR shocked. Like Robin, he knew you were hiding something either. But he didn’t push through. Your business is your business.

⭑Would be the one bombing the celestial dragon’s ship.

⭑While you were explaining your past, Franky was crying loudly and was playing sad music in the corner. (He had to get moved since his crying ws louder than ur voice)

⭑After the incident, nothing major really changed your dynamic.

⭑You both were still goofy and you’d still do the “SUPERRR” pose with him.

⭑But even so, Franky is still glad that your past didn’t affect the present negatively; instead, it made you stronger.

⭑Brook is another person who'll be shocked.

⭑He didn't think much about everyone's past. He likes to mind his own business and when someone opens up to him, he'll listen wholeheartedly and give some advice.

⭑So when you open up to the whole crew he'll just listen. He'd give some side comments here and there but that's that.

⭑Like Franky, nothing would change with your dynamic. He might be a little protective but he knows that you could handle yourself.

⭑The moral of the story is to find someone like Brook.

⭑Jimbei would be mad mad AF

⭑He's Luffy but 10x worse when it comes to the celestial dragon topic.

⭑He was never captured as a slave, but as a member of the Fishman species, he understands the immense hardships that must have been inflicted upon them. Being subjected to torture at the hands of one's kind was an even more maddening experience.

⭑But even so, Jimbei would be happy that you're finally free and is with the crew.

⭑After your discussion with the group, he would politely excuse himself and usher you into a private conversation. His demeanor would resemble that of an older brother, emanating a deep sense of care and understanding, while also imparting his valuable knowledge.

⭑Safe to say you have another buddy to talk with.

A/n: I LOVE JIMBEI SO MUCH.

[lynnuvo]

୨⎯ Long Gone Princess ⎯୧

Characters: Yan!Thief x (Y/N) reincarnated as Rapunzel A lot of you guys enjoyed the Cinderella version, so why not make a Rapunzel version? Very much considering making this a Yan!Fairytales Series.

Stowed Away

When you first awoke in your tower, you panicked for days. There was literally no way out, no matter how much you clawed at the bricks. It didn't take long to figure out where exactly you were. Who else would paint a mural of herself, seriously long-haired, gazing at floating lanterns?

Meeting Mother Gothel was the most anxiety-inducing thing you had to push through. You pitied the real Rapunzel for falling victim to her sugar-coated, poisonous words. As much as you internally cringed at them, it wouldn't serve you well to raise suspicion. After all, you have nowhere to go.

Whenever Mother Gothel was gone and you finished tidying up the tower, you emptied one of your chests full of female paraphernalia and stuffed some "safety equipment inside." Hopefully, Mother Gothel wouldn't notice a missing pair of scissors. Or a few darts.

Your now abnormally long hair was disturbing, to say the least. It was pretty, but now that you were living her life, you wandered how Rapunzel managed to put up with the hair strands scattered around the house, washing the heap of keratin proteins for hours in just ONE day, and sleep knowing there was at least some hair flowing to the floor. And let's be real: you were not going to spend most of your day braiding it just to remove your work whenever Mother Gothel came back.

Unfortunately, you couldn't afford to cut your hair--not just because it'd give Mother Gothel a heart attack but because it might help you. It did have magical healing powers. The only huge problem was that you were not skilled enough to maneuver your hair like Rapunzel. In addition, if you were to leave the tower, how would you return? Until you found the secret entrance amongst all the brick, you needed a backup plan.

One day, you gathered the courage to ask Mother Gothel for more fabric to sew a beautiful wedding dress, one that was colorful and very long. Of course, you left out the part where you wanted it to be long enough to reach the bottom of the tower (it'd be a lot of work, but what else were you going to do to escape?). She was skeptical about the idea behind the dress, but you reassured her that you just wanted something like those girls in the fairytale books you had in your room. After her lecture about the dangers of the world, she agreed to get you fabric.

My Savior

One morning, while you sowed your dress, you heard the sound of metal jabbing into something growing closer and closer. In a panic, you shut off your sewing machine and tied up as much as your hair as possible. There was no way you could capture Rapunzel's beloved thief the way she did. You vaguely prepared for what to do when he arrived, but you hadn't expected it to be that day!

At last, he fell into the tower and froze at the sight of you. He glanced behind him and turned back around, stepping away from the window with hands up. "Uh. I am so sorry for breaking into your home."

You pointed one of your scissors (used to cut fabric earlier) at him with a glare. "I'll forgive you if you hand me that bag you have."

"Listen, miss, I think we can sort this out without--"

"The bag or I'll throw you back down."

He gulped and reluctantly threw you the bag, begging you to please return it to him afterwards. The shock he had at your nonchalant expression while pulling out the most sparkly crown you've ever seen was laughable. In reality though, you were in awe. You quickly snapped out of it, though, and threw it behind you. You both cringed at the clanging it made as it hit the floor.

"I need you to listen to me," you started, gripping your scissors and your dress. "I need your help."

You didn't hesitate to cut to the chase. You explained that you were kidnapped by a woman claiming to be your mother and trapped in the tower by her. Although it may backfire on you later, you shared that you were reincarnated from another world. He was in disbelief until you told him his full name, his criminal history, the companions he had who would soon betray him, and the small cottage he visited along with many more criminals or outlaws. He challenged that you just did your research, but then you told him what crime he had just committed: stealing the missing princess's crown, which was--by the way--you.

After some back and forth, he agreed to help on the condition that you return the crown. You agreed to return it on the condition that he not only help you escape but also help you live in safety.

Together, you both clawed at the bricks on the wall until the secret backdoor was found. He helped you come up with a way to hide the new backdoor again whenever Mother Gothel returned.

You found a pattern in the earlier months leading up to then on Mother Gothel's pattern of visitation. She comes back every three or four days in early evening. If she didn't return by the time the sun disappeared, she wouldn't be back at all. That day was one of those days she wasn't going back. You suspected she wouldn't return for a while since she had just left the day before. Although hesitant at the idea of a new roommate, you demanded that Yan!Thief spend the night in the same room as you. He balked at what he thought was an implication, but he soon found himself sleeping on the floor (you dropped a blanket for him). How were you sure he wouldn't use the secret backdoor while you slept? You boobietrapped it before bed, making sure he stayed in the room so he wouldn't see under the threat of murder.

Steal His Heart

Your new routine was a scary turn but also surprisingly relieving. Yan!Thief would leave the tower in search of a new home for you (and him too) and would return in the afternoon only if a piece of purple fabric hung outside the window. Otherwise, it wasn't safe to come back.

Although your relationship started off rocky (who's to blame him with how violently you approached him?), you two soon warmed up to each other. He sometimes returned with small goods that you sometimes got a clear answer for how he retrieved. That chocolate he got for you both to try? He pickpocketed it. That ripe fruit that tasted like mildew spring? He dodged all of the questions.

Eventually, you gathered the courage to leave the tower with him. Your activities differed from there. Sometimes, you both ventured a little ways from the tower to discover the terrain and help find a new home. Sometimes, you both would spend the day walking around, learning more about each other and chatting away.

With no other companion, it came as no surprise to Yan!Thief that he developed romantic feelings for you. You didn't want to admit that you did too. At least, not until you both were in a safe place.

At last, Yan!Thief found an abandoned shelter. It was rusty, but it was closer to the kingdom than the tower but sheltered away like the tower. With a pounding heart, you gathered as much as you could from your tower into a backpack that Yan!Thief had brought over and left forever. In the shelter, you cut your hair, rendering it free from its power. Yan!Thief initially didn't want it to happen due to your great abilities, but one look at your determined face told him that you knew better.

The next couple weeks was spent in paranoia, you in fear of Mother Gothel and him in fear of guards. Luckily, you two went as far as making it into the kingdom without getting caught.

One day, you brought up the idea of revealing your identity to the king and queen while fidgeting with your crown. You reassured Yan!Thief that you'd vouch for his safety and freedom for as much as possible. It took a while for him to warm up to that, but you two finally made your way towards the castle.

Everything went surprisingly as planned. The kingdom rejoiced at the return of their princess, Yan!Thief was spared of a prison sentence and was even given a home and job as a prize for bringing you back, and the dead, rotten body of Mother Gothel was found not far from the shelter you and Yan!Thief had found.

Life was a fairytale.

MY Princess

Until it wasn't.

See, although you and Yan!Thief seemed to start opening a romantic chapter, that soon closed. With your newfound title came new responsibilities, friends, and much to his worries, a possible new love interest.

He tried his best to remain just a friend to you, but it was unbelievably hard. He couldn't believe that you were slowly forgetting him, your savior! Why must you abandon your knight in shining armor?!

He did feel guilty for not appreciating his new life more. Any other criminal would probably fight tooth and nail to be in his position, but he just wasn't happy if you weren't there with him.

Once his selfishness began to boil over, he devised a plan he wasn't sure if he was going to regret. He paid a visit to your room in the castle (you had given your dear best friend special permission) and chatted with you a bit. You apologized for being so distant as of late; royal duties had been keeping you at bay. He accepted your apology more readily than he had expected. It was hard not to with your bright smile and the cute way you pushed your hair behind your ears. He asked if you had time to visit the old tower for memories sake, and you happily agreed. The kingdom had yet to find the tower (you insisted to him that you wanted it kept secret in case you needed to run away again), so you simply told your guards you were heading out for a stroll.

Once at the tower, you two ventured inside and reveled at how dramatic your lives had changed. You even reminisced your life before being reincarnated. As the sun fell, you got up and suggested that you both should head back before it gets dark.

"Yan!Thief?" You peered at his gloomy expression. "Is everything okay?"

He nodded. got up, and hugged you. You let out a gasp before embracing him back. When he left go, you caught a tear slipped down his cheek. Your hands shot up to cup his face. "Yan!Thief?! What's wrong? I'm here. Did something happen?"

He sniffled and brushed a hand over your cheek. "I'm so sorry."

You were about to demand an explanation until you caught a glimmer shine from a blade in his other hand.

When you woke, you found your ankle chained to your bed--not your bed in the beautiful castle you were meant to be in but in the tower you had escaped from a year ago.

Yan!Thief came in the room and apologized with tears streaming down his face, exclaiming that you were just too irresistible to give to any other man or even the kingdom. He promised to take care of everything.

No matter how much you screamed, threw items in a fit of rage, or revealed that you only had romantic feelings for him all this time, he wouldn't budge. It was only until he bought a longer chain that he freed you from the bed. Your heart broke when you discovered he had discarded the wedding dress you had worked hard on and abandoned in the tower long ago, and even more so when you saw that he had built a new door in front of the original secret entrance.

You were back to square one, only this time with no way out and betrayed by the one person you truly trusted in this universe.

[klausysworld]

Vacation Special

Hope had convinced her family to take her on vacation. Turkey was her country of choice, her friends from school had been boasting about the weather and all the things they'd bought there.

All of Hope's friends knew that her family was rich, minted; so they assumed that she'd have travelled all over and were a little surprised when she had never been anywhere except Louisiana.

That's when Hope started whining to her mom and dad, and when they weren't convinced she went to Rebekah who was adamant to be the favourite aunt and therefore took the initiative and booked two weeks away.

Which was how they all- Klaus, Elijah, Hayley, Rebekah, Marcel, Kol, Davina, Freya, Keelin and Hope- all ended up in the airport at 5am for their 7am flight. Everyone spread out, wanting something to eat and agreed to meet at their gate in an hour before the flight so that they could buy last minute things like crosswords and sweets to suck on during take off and landing.

Klaus had been stood with Rebekah and Elijah in a queue for a cup of coffee when he felt someone's eyes on him. His instincts put him on high alert making him turn his head quickly, locking eyes with a girl who immediately went pink and looked away. She her friends trying desperately not to burst into a fit of giggles as they all looked in different directions.

He couldn't say he wasn't flattered. The smirk on his lips said it all as he made a point of looking over to her each time he felt her gaze on the side of his face.

By the time he had gotten his drink and looked back to her, she was missing from the spot he had found her. A small sigh left him as he shrugged it off and wondered off to find somewhere that would sell some decent food and not something overpriced and greasy.

Once fed, he was late to the meeting point which caused some huffing but wouldn't ruin the trip and everyone got over it when Klaus handed Hope his credit card for her to buy some candy and games.

Which was where he saw her for the second time, whispering with her friends who were convincing each other to just stuff their pockets with sweets and get out of their.

"They have security" Y/N muttered and her friend rolled her eyes, shoving a handful into Y/N's carry on and giving her a look as if to say 'now what?'. "Fine, lets just go. We're boarding soon." She grabbed her friends hand and they left quickly, not before making brief eye contact with Klaus which only made her walk faster.

Getting on the plain was the worst part. Hope hadn't wanted to go on a private jet, all of her friends had flown economy and she wanted to do the normal thing. Klaus was less than impressed, as was Elijah. But for Hope they would suffer in silence.

Besides, Klaus benefitted from it.

Halfway through the night he heard that familiar chatter, his head perked up and his eyes found her, again.

She was talking to the flight assistant, her expression of faux innocence and anxiety as she clearly asked for something. The flight attendant nodded and placed a hand on her shoulder before following her to her seat to help.

Klaus was twisting every which way to see where she was sat, his foot kicking Rebekah's leg making her start whining and telling Marcel to do something to which he only reminded her that Klaus wasn't his brother, he was hers.

Klaus settled back into his seat with a grumble, giving up and flicking through the book he'd brought as way of entertainment for the next couple hours. His attention was back up when he heard her soft voice excusing her way down the aisle to the bathroom. He was out of his seat in no time, stalking his way down to find her.

The door was being pulled shut but he grabbed it, forcing it open and slipping inside, letting it close behind him.

Y/N was looking up at him with wide eyes as she glanced down at the lock which he turned purposely. The bathroom was tight, quite literally just a toilet and a sink but Klaus couldn't care how little space he had to work with, he had her lifted up and sat on the sink in seconds.

Y/N knew it was incredibly wrong to let this happen, to even consider it let alone do it. Oh but his lips felt so good on her jaw, down her neck and his hands knew exactly what they wanted as her skirt was dragged up and her panties down.

"I saw you, love." He muttered, keeping his voice low against her ear as he pulled her closer to the edge so his hips could grind between her legs. "Eyeing me up, and then stealing things? Naughty girl." He breathed and she moaned softly.

Her skin had been set on fire in seconds, she wasn't even sure that it wasn't just her wet dream.

But when she felt her pussy stretch around his cock, she was sure it was real. "Oh fuck-" She whimpered and he groaned, hips already rocking to get a feel of her around him. His hands held her tight, keeping her where he wanted her as his body thrust up into hers. Klaus let his mouth trail wetness down her neck to her chest, sucking at the exposed cleavage which bounced in his face with each time his cockhead hit her spot.

A breathy chuckle left him when she started crying out loudly, pussy squeezing and hands holding onto the sink for dear life.

He lifted her, pressing her against the bathroom door. Klaus didn't give a single fuck if people could hear her, hear them, feel the whole goddamn plane shaking with how hard he was doing her.

Their breaths were hot and heavy as her sweaty legs wrapped around his waist, her cunt full of his cum and leaking with her own as he slowly relaxed his grip on her skin. Klaus lifted his head, kissing her lips once with some force and stroking her hair.

Her lips remained parted and panting as she felt him remove himself from inside her, leaving her empty and aching. He placed her back on her feet, helping her gain some balance before fixing her outfit and his own. He gave her a smirk, kissing her cheek and stroking her sides before unlocking the door and slipping back out.

Klaus went back to is seat, sitting down with a pleased smile on his lips as he closed his eyes and relaxed. Marcel and Rebekah only shrugged, not really caring about his sudden mood changed so long as it was for the better.

When they got off the plane, he didn't have the chance to look for her again. He'd been so caught up in enjoying himself that he hadn't even gotten her name.

By the time he got settled into the place they were staying, checked into their rooms and unpacked, he had to assume that he probably wouldn't get to see her again,

And he didn't for a couple of days, until he heard whistling and laughing.

Y/N and her friends were in their bikinis, stood on the balcony of their room looking across at the opposite rooms and telling for some guy to drop his towel.

Klaus couldn't help the amusement he felt at their applauding and laughter but he also felt a slight tinge of something else.

Hayley only rolled her eyes, "I miss when I was that fun, cmon lets get the water floats for Hope."

Klaus hummed and opened the door, getting out the blow up donuts and carrying them back to the pool, glancing over his shoulder to see his mystery girl biting her lip and beckoning whoever this guy was over to their room. Klaus didn't approve.

By evening, the Mikaelson's had eaten and were up in the drinking area whilst Hope ran around with her new vacation friends.

And there she was again, like her soul was pulling for his.

He watched silently as she drank herself stupid with her friends, he could still see her blue bikini beneath her pathetically thin white dress, well it was sort of a dress and sort of just some cloth wrapped around her mid section.

By the time Kol and Marcel had also gotten drunk off their faces, Klaus disappeared easily.

His hands on her hips from behind as she held herself up at the door. She didn't even care who was touching her, that beautiful ass of hers was already rubbing up against his bulge without a care.

"Slutty girl." He murmured, looking down at her through hooded eyes. Her body tensed slightly at his voice and she spun around so fast she fell, causing him to chuckle and catch her. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her to him as she grinned at him.

"Hi" She whispered a tad too loud making him hum and tilt his head a little, looking her body over properly like he should have the first time he saw her. His eyes lingered on her tits, loving how they spilled out of her bikini and pressed against the white material. "You wanna fuck 'em?" She asked, a laugh in her voice making his brows raise.

"Oh sweetheart, you are bolloxed." He grinned and she pushed her hips forward to touch his.

"Mhm, you wanna come to my room?" She murmured and he hummed in approval.

"Just for a moment." He agreed, letting her stumble through the resort until they got there.

The room little lounge was covered in clothes from the girls, but her bedroom was surprisingly clean. She pushed him back a bit and looked up at him. "You have to wait, come into the room in two minutes!" She held up two fingers and he couldn't suppress the amused smile.

"Two minutes?"

"Mhm, then I'll be ready." She giggled, closing the door in his face and disappearing.

Klaus waited patiently outside the door, listening to her tumble around and get changed before silence. He waited a good five minutes before pushing the door open only to see her passed out on her bed in a set of lingerie.

"Oh, love." He muttered softly and stepped inside, lifting her and laying her down properly before pulling the thin sheet over her exposed skin. A soft kiss was pressed to her cheek in departure before he went to leave her room, but curiosity got the better of him.

On his way out he picked through her things on the the drawers, finding her passport and opening it up. He smiled to himself at the sight of her face in the picture and drifted his attention to her name.

"Y/N." He recited, letting the taste of her name sink into his tongue before putting everything back and switching the light off, heading to his own room.

The next morning Klaus was up and taking Hope to the breakfast early so she could get everything fresh and first.

"Early bird catches the bird!" Hope chirped, remembering what Klaus has told her when she was smaller making him warm as he loaded up her plate.

"That's right sweetheart, now where are we sitting?" He asked, and she pointed to a table with comfy chairs but his eyes landed on the table opposite.

Y/N.

He was surprised to see her up so early, considering her state last night, but here she was dressed and eating breakfast like normal. Except for the way she would groan with each bite and the girl next to her would complain that the sun was killing her.

"We came for the sun." Y/N mumbled and her friend huffed.

"I knowww...but it's...it's hurting my mind." She wined and Y/N covered her ears.

"Oh my god shut up!" She whispered dramatically.

Klaus glanced down at Hope, about to suggest somewhere else but she already started walking.

He let out a breath and followed her over, sitting down and putting the plates down. It took longer than expected for her to notice him across from her. Her eyes went big and she tapped the table twice for her friends attention.

"Plane guy." She signalled and her friend looked over with keen eyes making Y/N throw her hands up. "Make it more obvious, why don't you?" She asked sarcastically and her friend hummed with a grin.

"He was already lookin' anyways." She revealed and Y/N glanced up, making eye contact and looking back down at her food.

He tuned out of their conversation, focusing on the quality time with his daughter and taking her back up to get more to eat and drink before making plans to go get changed and into the pool.

That was all Y/N's friend needed to learn before recovering from their hangover and dragging Y/n back to their room.

"I can't wear that, there's kids at the pool!" She exclaimed. One friend laughed and the other nodded thoughtfully.

"She's right, even plane guy has a kid. On an evening, get freaky but in the day keep it modest enough that its family friendly but still enticing. I say white, shows an element of innocence but does the best for your figure, makes 'em pop if ya know what I mean." She winked and Y/N rolled her eyes playfully.

"Please, he knows she ain't innocent-"

"Hey! I'm not that bad." Y/N defended and her friend scoffed.

"You fucked him in an aeroplane toilet." She deadpanned and Y/N pouted her lips.

"Mmh! Make that face right their and he'll go feral." Her friend clicked and Y/N grabbed the chosen swimsuit before locking herself in her room.

She remerged a few minutes later and strutted past with towel in hand.

"Alright, I'll text an update. You guys go book the pirate ship thing, ask if theres dolphins?" She announced and received a whistle, a thumbs up and a slap on the ass.

The towel was laid out on a deck chair before she sat down. She made a show of rubbing sunscreen on before laying on her back and letting the sun caress her skin.

Klaus wasn't the only man staring by the time she got comfortable. But he was the first to approach. Once Freya and Keelin were racing Hope across the pool and he was sure his family wouldn't notice his absence, he climbed out of the water and made his way over.

His eyes were obsessed with the way her skin gleamed. His body still dripped wet as he pulled a seat up beside her, not hesitating to brush his hand over her thigh.

"You shouldn't touch without asking." Y/N murmured and he chuckled lowly.

"You haven't complained before, love." He mused and she peeked her eyes open, glancing to him.

"I was very drunk." She reminded and he smirked a little before smiling properly.

"I know, and very confident. But I was a perfect gentleman and put you to bed and left you in peace."

"Sounds like you just did the right thing, buddy." She shrugs and he nodded faintly. "But thank you, it would have been easy to just...take advantage I guess." She mumbled and he removed his touch from her leg.

"I don't want to have you unwilling, love. I want you to scream in pleasure, not fear. And most importantly, I want you to want me and I'm quite certain that you do, love." He smiled, bright teeth on display making her reciprocate the expression.

"Yeah? Quite certain? Now who's confident?" She teased and he hummed.

"Why don't we go somewhere quieter, love? I'll help you gain your confidence back." He purred softly and she tilted her head.

"Maybe later, I need to tan my back." And with that she shifted over onto her front so that her ass was right there for him to admire. He didn't hesitate in grabbing the sunscreen and squirting a healthy amount onto his palm before spreading it across her skin.

Y/N only hummed a soft tune as she let his hands stroke and massage her legs, ass, back and shoulders. Klaus wished more than anything that they weren't in a family friendly environment. He needed to be back inside of those hot, wet walls. He wanted to feel the firmness of her ass against his pelvis with each thrust.

"Fuck, love. Cmon, theres a bathroom less than a minute away-"

"Bathrooms are kinda dirty and not in the hot kind." She muttered, purposefully pissing him off making him scoff without true annoyance.

"Again, love, you did not complain last time now did you?" He reminded and her eyes rolled, not that he could see.

"Still. I felt all dirty after, I'd rather not do it there again." She muttered and he suppressed a growl of irritation.

Klaus took a moment to calm himself. His hand remained on the back of her thigh as his eyes drifted back to the pool, checking on his family and noting their squeals and laughter. He knew he should get back, stop thinking with his dick and do what he came on this vacation for, but it Y/N was making it easy for him.

"Perhaps I should come find you later, when you're finished tanning." He mused, his voice thoughtful and his eyes on her. Klaus was hoping she'd bite the bait, not want to wait and give in now but this wasn't Y/N's first game.

"Probably a good idea." She agreed and his chaw ticked.

"Perfect. I'll find you in a few hours, love." He leaned down to press a wet kiss to the spot between her neck and shoulder, his body shielding her from view as his hand gave her ass a good firm squeeze. A shiver ran right the way down her spine and a little moan escaped her lips making him smirk and get up, leaving her alone again.

He couldn't lie and pretend that he hadn't been thinking about her throughout the day, she seemed to just be everywhere. Always teasing him with her body and those eyes of her. It was driving him well over the edge and he was struggling to keep it together in front of everyone. Especially when she'd be eating across from him, deliberately sucking on her meat, licking her knife and fork so he could imagine how her tongue would press along his cock.

His fingers tapped routinely against the table, lowly making his family insane and Rebekah finally asked him to stop and he grumbled about not doing anything.

By the end of food, everyone knew something was up, except Hope. Kol was first to catch on as his eyes also wandered the smoothness of her legs beneath the table before resting his gaze on her pouty lips and round eyes. Innocent and yet not with the way she was looking at his brother. A sly smirk slid across Kol's face as he looked back down at his food.

"You look starved, Nik." He told him, glancing up at him through his brows. "You should go eat something, you're getting a tad pale-"

"Shut up Kol, I'm perfectly sated" Klaus snapped.

"Mhm, if you say so. Wonder who's bed you'll be in tonight-" He chuckled but was winded as Davina's elbow hit his stomach, disturbing his full stomach.

"Why wouldn't you be in your bed?" Asked Hope, confused as she glanced around.

"He won't be sweetie, Kol's just trying to be funny." Hayley smiled, stroking Hope's hair and side eyeing Elijah with amusement.

Dinner remained quiet until Hope asked if she could see her new friends again in the evening at the children's entertainment and of course Klaus and Hayley agreed.

The family went and changed before splitting between either drinking or watching over Hope whilst watching the entertainment.

Klaus of course was on his mission.

He had showered and shaved. Making sure his aftershave smelt strong on his skin and his hair was combed to perfection as he unbuttoned his shirt halfway.

Klaus wasn't so sure why he needed to impress this girl so much, he could easily pick up a different woman at that bar but he didn't want to fuck any of them, no matter how good they looked in their skirts, he wanted Y/N.

And after making a dent in his wallet from supplying both her and her friends drinks for the evening, he finally got to feel her.

She had been sat on his lap on the balcony, legs folded over the side of his as she chatted away. His hands were allowed to explore whatever skin was visible and he found that she wouldn't ever turn down his lips of her neck. Y/N was practically covered in his saliva from his tongue on her skin, his blunt teeth just scraping her flesh from time to time.

When her friends announced they were going out of the resort to find the clubs Klaus was already in her ear. "Let me look after you whilst their gone, love. You know how good it'll feel to have me alone." He told her, tongue wetting her ear and making her shudder with a nod.

They all go up at the same time, waving goodbye as they turned different paths. Klaus didn't bother rushing her to the room, he wanted her to yearn too not just be dragged around. Besides he knew he would have her now, there was no need to get it done too quickly when he could spend the time to enjoy it.

So once they got back inside they had another drink and sat in the lounge style room, still against him with his hands on her skin as they chatted for a while.

It only took one kiss on the mouth to get into her room again.

Finally pushing her hips down into the mattress made his dead heart thump against his ribs. Her touch was so good on his chest as she pushed his shirt from his body and felt the muscle of his chest. His eyes were hooded as he watched her undo his jeans, encouraging every last piece of clothing from his body so she could admire him.

Her fingers were like a vice around his cock as she pumped him, his hips moving in sync with her wrist. His groans flooded the room, fuelling her to squeeze his length tighter and swipe her thumb over the bead of precum that had gathered on his tip. Klaus's head had gone back, exposing his Adam's apple as his body went tense with pleasure only to have it taken away as she squeezed his base and pulled her hand off.

His breathing was rough and raggedy as he dropped back against her pillows.

"Fuck you're gonna kill me" He whispered, the irony of his sentence barely registering in his muddled mind as her giggle rippled across the air.

Her hands brushed up his hips, up his abdomen and chest before cupping his face. Her fingertips caressed his cheeks, feeling the very slight prickle of the hairs he had shaved away just hours ago. His lips were parted, blowing puffs of air against her hands as she traced the plump pinkness.

"I want you, Klaus." She whispered to him, having recently learned and exchanged names.

A soft smirk overtook his features, his head turning to kiss her lips. Klaus wasn't sure if it was the buzz of the alcohol or the anticipation built up but a kiss had never felt that good before.

Y/N pulled away after his tongue started to get hungry, leaving him still starving and yearning. His body sunk into the bed again as he felt her climb atop him, sliding her warm body onto his, taking him inside her like they had both been craving since the plane. Both their eyes closed momentarily, taking in the pleasure of the other.

Klaus's eyes cracked open to watch her tits rise and fall gracefully as her hips started to roll on top of him, he couldn't pick a nipple to stare at as they both got harder and more noticeable.

"You know I was serious last time, right?" She murmured, causing his attention to lift back to those eyes of hers with curiosity. "I'll let you fuck them." She told him, half laughing and half moaning when his hips abruptly bucked up into her, cock smacking her cervix painfully. but she still enjoyed it. It was impossible not to enjoy Klaus.

Especially once he had flipped her onto her back and lifted those sexy legs round his hips to fix the angle and fuck into her with precision.

The female body was no mystery to him, he loved how he could make it twitch, tremble, quiver and shake. The way she clenched and arched. How her eyes went back into her head and her mouth stayed open with a flow of needy moans and whines for him to give it to her harder which he not once denied her.

By the time she was undone the beds legs had snapped, the mattress on the floor wall dented from the continuous smack of the headboard which Klaus's claws clung to as he came deep inside her again.

"God, I could marry your cunt." He whispered, his lips wet against her ear and she smiled ear-to-ear.

"You've really made this vacation for me." She told him as though he didn't already know that.

"You were supposed to marry my cock sweetheart." He grumbled playfully and she breathed a laugh.

"I definitely will." She agreed, leaning up to kiss his mouth as her ankles unlocked and her legs slid down and off his body.

"I hope you don't think we're done." He warned, his hands sliding back to her thighs which tensed and relaxed in his palms.

"How am I supposed to leave you wanting if I give you everything in one night, hm?" She questioned him, tone light but the slight seriousness to it made his expression falter. There was no way he could wait for more, not with the feel of her still on his dick.

She took that comfort away from him as she placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled his cock out of her, biting her lip and listening to his groan whilst the discomfort set in a little.

Y/N started to move out from beneath him, the sticky uncomfortableness starting to get to her like it always did and she felt the need to soak it away but Klaus pulled her back to his chest, arms round her body not possessively and sexually but gently and protectively.

"At least don't kick me out right away." He murmured to her, kissing the side of her head and stroking his fingers along her spine.

They laid like that a while before he felt her thigh twitch a little too much. His eyes cast down, seeing her brows together and eyes closed as if something were wrong; uncomfortable. He rubbed her legs, spreading his warmth along her skin but her trembles didn't lessen.

"Is something wrong, love?" He asked her, tone soft and a little confused.

"No, I'm sorry...I just need to um wash is all." She muttered and he felt a lump form in his throat. She was in his grasp and lifted, brought to the tiny little shower where the water pressure was not so reliable.

Klaus managed to fit them both in, lathering her body in soap and making sure she was clean and comfortable by the time they got back out.

Once they laid back in bed he felt her snuggle up to him like he had hoped she would've earlier. He held her close, despite the heat and humidity making the skin to skin slightly uncomfortable.

"You're weirdly nice, you know that?" Y/N mumbled to him and he smiled, a little amused with himself at the turn of events.

"This is...nice." He murmured back, for once enjoying the aftercare of a session.

"You know, I saw you with a kid...she kinda looks like that woman too." She whispered and he nodded, getting where she was going.

"Hayley's Hope's mother, she's now with my brother Elijah. They're ready to tie the knot. I don't care for her that way, I did for a short while but we weren't meant for each other like that. Hope is all we were for, a night of passion for a lifetime of unconditional love." He explained, a pureness to his voice at the memory of Hayley's pregnancy and the first time he held their daughter. "She's good for Elijah, balances out his boring." He chuckled and Y/N smiled.

"It's nice that you all get along."

"You think that now, you should see us under normal conditions back in New Orleans. Its a right mess!" He smiled and she glanced up at him as he stared off at the ceiling.

"Maybe one day I will see it." She uttered, watched as he looked to her and leaned down to kiss her lips.

"Perhaps." He murmured, his eyes glancing to her. He had mixed views on how he felt around her. The passion he felt was unmatched, the desire was strong and burning. But there was an inkling within him that urged for a little more, something he didn't really know that he wanted.

However that need only grew over the vacation.

Each time he wound up in her bed, they ended talking as much as getting up to...other stuff. His fingers would tangle in her hair, massaging her scalp as her eyes drooped and she mumbled to him lazily. Something about her pretty face when she was all sleepy was so innocent and gentle. It created such a beautiful contrast to how rough she begged him to be.

Taking her from behind was a pleasurable experience which was permanently engraved into his mind but holding her after and caressing her legs once they were clean and dry made him just as happy. It warmed him all the way through, made his heart beat.

"I fly home tomorrow" She told him, a yawn on her lips.

"You do?" He asked, his brows furrowing a little as his mind tried to focus on both her voice and the feel of her nails drawing patterns on his chest.

"Mhm, I have the 12 o’clock flight back so I'll be leaving after breakfast." She sighed and his eyes fluttered, thoughts catching up with him.

"Can't you stay a few more days? I go back in 4." He whined a little and she huffed a soft laugh.

"I wish, I'll miss the sun." She whispered, glancing down at the tan line of where her bikini strap had been. Klaus hummed, his eyes also going to the line on her shoulder, wishing she hadn't put a shirt back on and he could still see her pretty titties.

"I'll miss you" He murmured, voice a little slurred as his body got heavier, sinking into the bed.

He couldn't hear her reply as he fell asleep, his body exhausted after the last few hours.

Once morning was around all of her friends had burst into the room. Klaus had gotten far too accustomed to them all crowding the bed, sitting along her side and picking out what she was going to wear for the day.

"It won't be this hot when we get back, maybe some flowy pants?" One of them mused, rummaging through her half packed case.

"You know we have to like...go in a couple hours? Shouldn't you be packed?" Her other friend scolded and another rolled her eyes.

"Leave her alone, lover boy has been distracting her, I'll help you pack babe."

Y/N smiled and stretched her limbs out.

"Thanks...are we still hitting breakfast buffet?" She asked only to receive a chorus of approval.

Klaus kissed the side of her head gently, his hand still brushing her thigh beneath the covers as her friends finally picked something for her to wear.

"I should get back to my-"

"Daughter." Y/N finished and pecked his lips, "Say hi and bye to Hope for me? Oh and give her this!" She dragged the drawer open and pulled out a little box containing a silver necklace with a blue pendant.

Klaus smiled at her, appreciating everything about her.

Y/N had been in the local market when Klaus had taken Hope, she ended up tagging along and Hope got along with her easily as they spent the entire day giggling and spending her dad's money on ice cream and fake designer. Though Klaus wasn't sure when Y/N had slipped away to buy this gift, he wouldn't turn it down.

"I will..." He whispered, eyes flicking to her lips and her friends whistled and groaned childishly when they kissed.

Klaus felt a little funny for the last few days of the holiday. He still had a lovely time of course. Chasing Hope around the beach was a memory he'd cherish forever.

The vacation was a massive success, by the time they got back to the compound it was all anyone would talk about for weeks.

In said week, Klaus hadn't heard from Y/N much at all. He assumed that it must've just been apart of the vacation for her.

Y/N however was thinking the same thing about him. He had barely messaged her at all and she didn't want to seem desperate by bugging him so she just waited around for his notification.

But it didn't come so she got frustrated and decided life was there to take risks and ended up sending a very explicit photo to him.

In response, she got a video call.

"Please tell me those clothes are still off." He groaned, holding his phone close in hopes it would give him a better view.

"Mmm...I wasn't sure you'd reply so I put them back on.." She shrugged and he let out a little whine.

"Why wouldn't anybody reply to that?" He muttered and she rolled her eyes.

"You barely reply to anything else." She complained and his eyes flicked from the visible cleavage on the screen to her defensive, unsure eyes.

"I wasn't sure you were still all that interested." He replied, feeling a little annoyed with himself for being a thousand years old and still not knowing how to read women well enough to realise she had been silently pining and waiting for him. Her silence was enough to confirm her feelings and he straightened up a bit. "We should meet, I'll buy you dinner." He offered, voice hopeful and light.

Her head nodded and he could tell she was fiddling with something.

"I can come to you now?" He asked, his leg stretching out to pull his shoes toward him as she shrugged.

"It's okay, you don't have to right now. We can pick a better time, I know you're busy and all."

"No, no. I'm ready, I'll come get you, text me your address love." He argued, getting up and grabbing his wallet.

"Klaus, you really-"

"Address, sweetheart, address." He told her firmly, hanging up so she couldn't argue.

He received the message a moment later as he got in his car, heading over to the pin.

He made sure to get out the car, open the passenger door for her and kiss her cheek when she got in.

It was strange, seeing her under normal more formal circumstances as he drove them to a restaurant. He lead her inside, secretly compelling the woman for a table and pulling her chair for her.

Y/N looked both impressed and a little awkward, he supposed it was strange for her too. In Turkey everything was different, effortless.

Still she enjoyed their time out, sharing a meal and catching up on how everything and one had been since returning home.

Later he drove back to hers and walked her up her apartment stairs to her door. He could see her debating letting him inside.

"It was lovely to see you, Y/N." He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips and caressing her cheek "I'll see you again, soon-"

"No, no come in. I just have to clean up but you can wait in the kitchen, my room is a mess." She laughed a little and he tilted his head.

"I don't expect to go straight to your room, love. I know everything was fast from the plane to the resort but...I like you and you shouldn't feel like you have to show yourself for my attention although believe me, it gains my attention but so do your eyes and your smile and that voice of yours." He told her, a loving look reflecting across his features as she smiled almost shyly and gently pulled him inside.

He kissed her shoulder and neck softly as she giggled and lead him to her room regardless of him promising no expectations. He stepped over the random things on the floor as she tugged him to her bed. Her body pushed his down and he felt her hands on his pants in a heartbeat, pulling them open and moving her mouth down but he cupped her face and brought her lips to his own instead.

Klaus flipped them so he could hover above her, pin her down and lift her hips to get her underwear off before he let go of her lips and travelled south.

He wasn't sure why he hadn't gone down on her whilst in Turkey, especially with how her scent was. She was so appetising it was unreal, he couldn't help but dive into her mouth first.

His eyes were in the back of his head as his tongue lapped, plunged and curled. Her fingers twisting at his curls and her sounds shaking the building.

Klaus felt like he was starved, her being all that could sate his hunger as he devoured her.

His cheek rested on her thigh once he was finished, her body heaving for air as he sucked light marks into her flesh and stroked his fingered along her shin to her knee.

It took him a few minutes to figure out where everything was before he could get her in the bathroom and clean her up, helping her into comfort as she leaned on him.

Once she was curled up and asleep in bed he moved around a few of the things on her floor, not too much as he didn't want her to feel he was invading her space but enough so it was a little tidier.

Y/N woke up a few hours later, his body curled around hers keeping her protected and warm. Her lips upturned faintly and she leaned her head back to feel his chest. His arms tightened around her and he smelt her hair.

"Go back to sleep, love." He mumbled, "It's still night time."

"Thank you." She whispered and he squeezed her gently.

"Thank you, my love. I'm happy to have you...for now and for as long as I can."

[chamomilewrittingblock]

Solo Leveling Brainrots

Fellow Jinwoo Simps I need your thoughts and opinion!! Also MASSIVE brainrot warning!!!

QUESTION: How do you think Jinwoo would react to his partner questioning his taste in lovers? (ie. Being interested in Reader themselves)

How id imagine the confession would go: Jinwoo, pre-awakening: I like you *holds bouquet of flowers Reader, confused: um! *looks around to see if he's talking to someone behind them before pointing at themselves confused*... me? Jinwoo: Yes, You. Reader, Shocked: oh! Um... I like you too... but *hesitates* are you sure? About me??

The feeling is mutual!!! It's just his lover doesn't have alot of confidence in themselves. Or any confidence into getting a romance with anyone, let alone Jinwoo!! Reader feels like they have ZERO RIZZ (reader has enough rizz to woo Jinwoo so...).

Like would he hype them up???? Mayhaps but in subtle ways though I'd imagine🤔🤔. You think he'd be extra affectionate when reader gets shy??? Would this differ pre and post awakening?? (I imagine Jinwoo and reader wouldn't want the relationship public due to safety since hes a hunter and all)

AND WHAT ABOUT HIS POST AWAKENING GLOWUP AND THE FANS!!! READERS ALREADY SHY BUT THE TABLOID EVENTUALLY CHIPS AT THE SLOWLY BUILT CONFIDENCE JINWOO HELPED BUILD.

OHMYGOSH WHAT ABOUT THE TABLOIDS WITH CHA HAE-IN???? WOULD HE GET WORRIED SINCE READER MIGHT GET INSECURE OR JUST KINDA SAD???

WHAT IF READER TELLS HIM THAT HE DESERVES BETTER, BELIVJNG THAT READWR DOESNT DESERVE HIS LOVE?? AAAA OUCHHHH.. I GUESS HE HAS TO STAY WITH READER AND REMIND THEM OF HIS UNWAVERING LOVE WITH CUDDLES AND QUALITY TIME DJBDBFIDN

(reader is Jinwoo's ride-or-die, the monarch of his heart and soul, the love reader gives him is like comfort of warm soup at the end of the day, the kind that soothes even the deepest of wounds. Reader's love is also a drug, one that he cant get enough of. If he loses reader, Jinwoo would go insane.)

AUDBUDBDIBD HOLY!!!! WOULD HE GET PISSED ABOUT IT AND ENDS UP GETTING CLINGY IF CRAZY SHIPPERS TRYING TO PUT READER IN DANGER IE. SENDING A MONSTER READER'S WAY BECAUSE OF THEM BEING A "THREAT" TO THEIR SHIP (HIM AND CHA HAE-IN)??? I MEAN LIKE GUIDE THE MONSTER SPECIFICALLY AWAY FROM THE DUNGEON TO READERS LOCATION TOO. (TO THE EXTENT THAT ITS CLEARLY FOUL PLAY)

LIKE THANK THE MONARCHS THAT READER HAD SHADOWS ASSIGNED AND MAYBE WAS DECENTLY RANKED AFTER AWAKENING BUT IT COULD HAVE ENDED AWFUL IF THE FATES WERENT ON READERS SIDE!!

WOULD HIS ARMY GET PROTECTIVE TOO?? IGRIS??? BERU??? LIKE HOW DARE THESE FOOLS HARM THEIR MONARCHS BELOVED?!?!?!? 😡😡EVEN WORSE IS IF READER WORMED THEIR WAY INTI THEIR HEARTS BY GENUINELY GETTING TO KNOW THEM SO ITS PERSONAL NOW TOO!!

Reader has to calm down not only a PISSED jinwoo but his Shadows too (mainly Jinwoo though)!! And maybe being the only reason Jinwoo hadn't gone on a rampage after everything setted. Was he bribed with a heated makout session and plenty of cuddles afterwards to temper his rage and soothe his anxiety, yes. Did it work??? Probably. If it did??That's none of our buisness.

Id imagie Cha Hae-in would feel bad™ if they found out about Jinwoo and reader (just assuming the two being best friends)?? Being like "oh shit someone, a civilian no less, almost died because of her fans" Even worse if later on she learns that they're together aaaaa

But like seriously, what a messed up reminder of the power S-Rank Hunter have on the media. Yes, they know about their celebrity status affecting what they can or can't do but like this??? A whole different level, because yes, people targeting other?? Awful? Yes, but its fine. Using a MONSTER FROM A DUNGEON to target a CIVILIAN?? This is a whole new level of messed up.

Would the other S-ranks and National-ranked hunters feel like kinda bad too once they hear about it??

what the fuck??? For the following reasons:

No one deserves that

Its a civilian going against fans that are most likely hunters, the very individuals hunters are ment to protect from monsters ever since the dungeons appeared

THE HUNTERS USED A HIGH RANKED MONSTER TO TARGET A CIVILIAN (the mutual enemy internationally)

this was all done because PEOPLE BEING ENTITLMENT OF THE RELATIONSHIPS OF THE S-RANK HUNTERS.

This is furthur solidified and makes the WHOLE DEBACHLE worse because only EXPERIENCED hunters would have the knowledge and experince to be able to lure a monster from a dungeon break to a specific location, especially if reader wasn't even near the dungeon in the first place.

(For anyone who's read this all the way, thanks for reading my silly thoughts!)

[veryberryjelly]

hold on

carmen berzatto x fem!reader

summary : reader reveals to carmen that she has a hard relationship with food.

a/n ; content warnings for disordered eating, throwing up, talks of disordered eating. i am not romanticising eating disorders !! loooong boy. 1.2k words

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

you never thought this would have been an issue.

you had never been in a relationship long enough for it to be important.

but 3 months.

you had to tell him.

but you had no idea where to start with admitting it.

somehow in the three months of dating carmen you had managed to avoid any conversation relating to your issues.

you had been out to dinner a few times, but every time you managed to find something easy or small.

and if you weren't able to do that, you had gotten good at making a plate look like you had eaten some if not most of it.

the issue only really came to a head when you had arranged to stay over at carmen's place after he cooked for the both of you.

you had been stressing over it for the last two days about something so simple as him cooking for you.

along with his insistence to keep it a secret what he was making, you were getting anxious about it.

your anxiety riddled mind was quietened when carmen opened the door to his apartment and your eyes met his.

the soft, relaxed smile on his lips mirrored onto your own.

" hey sweetheart, come in. dinner shouldn't be too long, just finishing up "

the mention of food brought almost all of your anxiety back.

you shut the door behind you as you walked in, setting your bag down on his couch as you headed towards the kitchen.

" gonna tell me what you're making yet ?" you questioned, keeping your voice level as you leant against the counter.

you could spot a few elements of the meal carmen was making, but none that would tell you what he was making.

you were almost relieved to spot a salad on the counter.

you might be able to get through this meal without feeling the urge to throw up.

" spaghetti bolognese "

two words that had your stomach falling.

carbs were very hard for you, but you couldn't not eat what carmen had cooked for you.

you took a slightly shuddering breath which was thankfully hidden from carmen as he tended to his sauce.

" sounds delicious "

thankfully, both of you talked through most of dinner, and it wasn't out of place for your fork to just rearrange your food instead of pick it up and eat it.

the few bites that you did take were mostly salad, apart from two initial bites of the pasta when you first sat down, which was hard to swallow.

after dinner you offered to do the dishes, practically insisting. you didn't want carmen to see how little of his food you had eaten.

he wouldn't let you do it all on your own and offered to at least dry up after you.

he didn't see the amount of food from your plate that ended up in the trash.

you definitely felt guilty about throwing it away, but you couldn't physically stomach the food or telling him after he made so much effort.

after you finished cleaning up the two of you were quick to retire to the couch for a movie.

carmen's arm wrapped around your shoulders and the steady beating of his heart underneath your ear wasn't enough to erase the burning feeling in your stomach or the gags you could feel climbing up your throat.

it got to the point where you couldn't take it anymore.

you muttered a quick excuse before rushing towards the bathroom.

you should've known that carmen would be hot on your heels the moment he heard you emptying your guts into the toilet.

you heard his voice behind you muttering a short string of curses when he opened the door.

the next thing you knew, his hands were swiftly collecting your hair from the base of your neck to keep it from getting messy.

after you had nothing more to give, you flushed the toilet and leant back to move away from it, only to be met with the solid feeling of carmen's chest against your back.

" 'm sorry. didn't mean to ruin your night " you muttered quietly, your eyes not lifting from your lap.

" baby, you didn't ruin anything. just want you to tell me why you're throwin' up after you barely ate anything "

a shiver of dread raced down your spine.

" thought maybe you just didn't like the food but now i'm thinking that something's wrong "

his voice was warm and comforting even if what he was saying was chilling you to your bones.

you had to tell him.

you began twisting the towel that carmy had handed you in your hands.

" what's going on, baby ?" he questioned, his hand lifting to brush some hair behind your ear as he dropped his head down onto your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss onto the fabric of your sweater.

you were silent for a few minutes, but carmen never pushed you to speak, only waited until you were ready.

" there's something wrong with me carmen... i- i hate feeling full. i can't eat like a normal person. i don't- " a sob wracked through your chest as you spoke.

carmen's arms wrapped tighter around you as tears began falling down your cheeks.

he held you there until the tears stopped, and even a little bit longer.

when he finally stood from the floor and walked out of the bathroom you thought he was done.

that he didn't want to deal with a girlfriend with these kids of issues, especially as a chef.

but when he returned a few moments later with your pyjamas and your toothbrush all of those feelings disappeared.

he delivered them to you with a kiss to your temple before he was back out again.

you didn't question him, or say anything, just brushed your teeth and washed your face before changing into your pyjamas, a pair of long pants and a t-shirt that carmen had given to you with 'the beef' logo on your chest.

after folding up your other clothes you padded out into his living room, keeping your head down as you put your clothes in your bag.

but you couldn't avoid it any longer.

you found carmen in the kitchen pouring hot water into two mugs from his cabinet.

you were only sat down for a moment before he came over with both mugs in his hand and slid one towards you.

chamomile.

your hands wrapped around the warm receptacle.

there were a few moments of silence before you heard the voice you found so much comfort in.

" why didn't you tell me ? " he questioned, his voice the farthest thing from accusational.

" didn't want to scare you off. most people go running when they find out. wanted to hold on a little bit longer " your voice was nothing more than a whisper and your eyes were burning into the mug of tea in your hands.

carmen wasted no time in moving around the counter to stand beside you, his hand moving to tilt your chin up and bring your gaze towards him.

" i'm not goin' anywhere, baby. but you gotta let me help. "

his thumb began moving against your cheekbone, and that simple action was all you needed before you wrapped your arms around his torso and buried your face into his t-shirt. his arms held you close to his chest.

" could you give me a ride to my therapists tomorrow ? "

" anything, baby "

[vivwritesfics]

(Oh My God) They Were Roommates

Chapter Twelve - Silly Season

Lando Norris and Y/N L/N were teammates. Tension had been between from the minute they started driving together and, when it only got worse, McLaren CEO Zac Brown decides there's only one solution: Have them live together.

1.5K

Warnings: no actual smut but mentions of fucking

THIS HAS BEEN IN THE WORKS SINCE BEFORE THE FERRARI MOVE THIS IS JUST RLY BAD TIMING

notes: WE HIT 4K HOLY SHIT!! also, we've got one more chapter to go after this one (blurb requests open, as always)

Series Masterlist

Silly season when your teammate was your best friend and your lover. Y/N and Lando loved being in McLaren but, mostly importantly, they loved being in Mclaren together.

It wasn't the team Y/N dreams of being in since she was a kid, but it was the first team to give her a chance. She loved McLaren, sure, but when the team of her dreams approached her, she couldn’t say no.

At this point in time the McLaren car wasn't very competitive. It wasn't the team it used to be, and she didn't know what was to come.

It was her dream to be teammates with Lewis Hamilton. She'd looked up to him ever since she was a little girl. So, when Mercedes approached, she jumped at the chance.

She couldn't tell Lando, though. Of course she couldn't, not until Mercedes themselves announced it. Lando would be with McLaren forever, she knew. He'd ride them all the way to the top. She just couldn't wait that long.

She laid beside Lando, secret nestled deep within. His fingers danced across the skin of her back and she shivered. It was so fucking nice, she never wanted it to end.

Lando suddenly tightened his arm around her. He pulled her in close and kissed the top of her head. "Sleep here tonight," he said, surprising her just slightly. "The bed gets cold when you're not in it."

"Sure, Lan," she said and laid her head against the pillow.

It was easy to fall asleep beside Lando. He was like a little space heater and his soft snores helped her drift off to sleep.

It was perfect. She was his and he was hers and it was perfect. But it wouldn't always be that way, she knew. Lando didn't know. He didn't know their little slice of paradise was going to end.

Waking up beside Lando was a feeling like no other. He still had his arms wrapped around her when she woke up, his nose pressed against the back of her head. She didn't move, kept her body pressed against his until he woke up.

Their days were much the same as they had always been. They trained and then got on with things. Lando gamed or played golf with Max (Fewtrell), depending on the day. Y/N got on with things, answering emails and contemplating how to tell Lando about her move to Mercedes.

It hadn't been announced yet, wouldn't be for a couple of weeks. Nobody at McLaren knew about the move, not yet. She wanted Lando to know first.

Hesitantly, she knocked on his bedroom door. "Lan?" She asked as she pushed the door open. "Can we talk?"

Lando paused his game and turned in his gaming chair. He wasn't used to her sounding so serious and he didn't like it. Something was up and, immediately, anxiety spiked inside of him.

She walked into his room and sat on his bed. "You're not pregnant, are you?" He asked quickly. He hadn't meant to interrupt, but he couldn't help it. He just had to know.

She huffed in annoyance. "No, Lando, I'm not pregnant." She sent a glare in his direction, but immediately let her expression fall. "It's more serious than that."

Well, it wasn't. But, for a driver, it was. "I'm moving to Mercedes for the 2021 season." She said it quickly, before she could chicken out of it.

Lando stared at her. He said nothing, just stared. Say something, please! She wanted to scream at him, but she didn't. She just sat, twiddling her fingers, waiting for something from him. But he didn't quite know what to say yet, just processing the information.

"So," he finally said and Y/N felt her heart stop in her chest. "What does this mean for us?"

It wasn't meant to sound selfish. But he didn't want to let her go.

"I don't know, Lan," she said honestly. "I really don't know." Her voice squeaked at the end there and Lando stood from his gaming chair. He joined her on his bed and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her close.

It wasn't supposed to be a sad announcement. He should have been happy for her, she should have been happy for herself. But, for the two of them, it was incredibly sad. She cried against Lando's shoulder and he said nothing as he rubbed her back.

"I'm happy, Lan. I'm really happy. I'm gonna get a chance in a competitive car." But I'm gonna be losing you.

"I'm... happy for you," he breathed, but he sounded unsure.

Lando stood and pulled Y/N up with him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, and kissed the top of her head. "We're gonna be okay," he mumbled against her hair. "We can get around this."

It wasn't the end of the world, not yet. They still had half of a season together, and they were going to enjoy every moment together.

***

Mercedes announced their driver change for 2021 the day after the summer break had ended. Y/N had told McLaren before the summer break, and everybody had been very understand towards her. But that was mainly because they were sorry to see her go.

For summer break, Y/N and Lando were missing in action. They went away together, flew to a hot country to get away from it all. Neither of them touched their social media while they were away, enjoying each other.

They managed to get through the holiday undisturbed. Nobody, not their family, not their friends, not their fans, knew where they were, what they were doing.

Waking up beside Lando in a plush bed, with the Spanish sun coming through the open window, was amazing. She never wanted it to end, but it had to.

When the F1 season resumed, the Mercedes fans made their opinions on Y/N replacing Valtteri Bottas very clear. Most were excited for a new driver line up in their favourite team, to see her driving alongside the six time world champion (although everybody knew Lewis would have his seventh by the end of the year).

For the next few months, she and Lando laid in the same bed every night. The only exception was when they were at Grand Prix, but the two of them found it harder to sleep then, harder to sleep when they were apart.

It had gone beyond fucking now. They kissed without the sex, cuddled without fucking first. They were still fucking, sure. She rode Lando's cock every few days, couldn't get enough of him. But it was more than that now. There was feeling behind everything.

Time was ever moving and never ending. The end of the season was fast approaching. Her move from McLaren to Mercedes was fast approaching. Between Grand Prix she was packing up her things around the apartment, getting ready to move out. It was easy to pack up her room when she spent almost every night in Lando's bedroom.

But then came the day Y/N had to move out.

They had returned from Abu Dhabi, after Max had won the final race of the year. Y/N and Lando went back to the factory before the start of the winter break, and things got rather emotional for her. She wiped beneath her eyes a few times but never let the tears fall. She was close, though.

Three days later, she was moving out of the apartment.

Lando helped her to pack her things into the car. He was stoic, refused to show emotion as he placed his things into the boot of her car. He didn't say anything, couldn't trust himself to say anything without letting a tear fall.

He moved slowly, trying to prolong the process. If he could drag it out for as long as possible, maybe it wouldn't happen at all.

But then the last of her things were in the car and the trunk was shut. Fuck. Y/N dusted herself off as she turned to Lando. "Well, that's it," she said as she pulled out her apartment key and passed it to him. "I"

Lando strode forward and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm gonna miss you," he whispered, his eyes shut as he pressed his forehead against her shoulder. She did the same, wrapping her arms tightly around him. "I'm gonna miss you so much."

"I'm gonna miss you too, Lan," she said quietly and tipped his face towards her.

She kissed him slowly, with passion, like it was going to be the last time. Because, maybe it was. Neither of them knew. Her lips were soft as they moved against his own, the two of them going until they were desperate for oxygen. Even then they didn't want to pull away, but they had to.

Lando stepped away from her, letting her go to her car. She pulled open the door and climbed in. "I love you," she said before she shut the door and drove away.

Taglist (CLOSED): @biancathecool @hollie911 @hiireadstuff @annispamz @carlossainzwho @spideybv28 @wherethefuckisthething @fangirl125reader @minkyungseokie @marialovesf1 @kitixie @i-wish-this-was-me @bborra @formula1mount @charlotte1697 @formulaal @eviethetheatrefreak @lordpercivalcharles @venisvendetta @marie0v @tbsloneely @laur20a23 @formulas-bitch @cmleitora @marvelavengers000 @gills-lounge @andydrysdalerogers @demipatterns @holy-macncheese-balls @jule239 @aexitizen-ln4 @landosgirlxoxo @allinestarr @starmanv @st0rmzi3 @random-human02 @nocoolusernamesavailable-blog @happymeal777 @ashy-kit @juniper-july19 @im-an-overthinker @haylenxx @kapsylia @prettiest-at-the-party @urfavnoirette @norassimpingzone @thehufflepuffavenger1 @taintet @amorydsmt @hi00000234567 @iamkaku @maxv33rstappen @noneofyourfbusinessworld @thatsusbitch @izzy-marvel @carqueensworld

[souliebird]

[[and then i met you || ch.1]]

Series: Daredevil || Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader || Rating: Explicit

Summary: A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father – Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyer’s.

a/n: Reader is an extremely anxious person. That’s the note.

words: 5.6k

You hope Matthew Michael Murdock is a good man. 

You tried to research him online, but you didn't find anything that could sway you one way or another.

The news articles say he's some sort of local hero - not only for being a lawyer who does a lot of pro-bono work but for saving a man from being hit by a truck when he was a kid. They all give his tragic backstory before praising him and his law partner for helping the underprivileged and going after some big shot corrupt businessman - twice. The comments are mostly from people he's helped, singing about how Nelson and Murdock saved them in their times of crisis. 

You want to trust them, but you can't.

The news also claimed Hitler was Person of the Year and deserved praise, too, and you know how that turned out. Not that you think a blind lawyer from Hell's Kitchen can be compared to a genocidal leader, but your mental point to yourself still stands. 

You know nothing about Matthew Murdock except he's blind, he's a lawyer, and his dick changed your life. 

You doubt he even remembers you - a one-night stand from years ago, before his name even started appearing in the news again, and to be fair, you didn't remember him at first, either. Not until four months later when you went in to get your anxiety medication adjusted and the doctor made you take a routine pregnancy test. Then you remembered the handsome blind lawyer who flirted with you at a friend's holiday party you had gone to. You could remember the silly conversation you had about white elephant, that he had the most charming smile, and he could do things with his tongue that made you moan just thinking about, but you could not remember his name. 

You had tried to find him, you really did, but your energy and attention was quickly needed elsewhere and the search for your daughter's father lost steam.

Until you saw him on the television while at the local diner, giving an interview with his law partner. 

That was yesterday and now you are standing outside the door of his firm, trying to work up the courage to go in. 

There's too many scenarios in your head, all of them bad- he's not going to want anything to do with you and your daughter, which you can deal with, or maybe, just maybe, he'll try to take her away from you. He's a lawyer and you work in billing for a transportation company. There's no doubt who the courts would choose and it wouldn't be you. 

The thought makes you want to turn and run but you know your daughter deserves the chance to know her father - and he deserves to know she exists. It's his choice, once he knows, if he wants to be in her life or not, not yours. 

It scares you so much it's not your choice. 

You scrub at your face, trying to work up the courage to actually open the door in front of you when it does just that. 

A kind looking woman with strawberry blonde hair is standing in the doorway and you recognize her from the firm's website - Karen Page. She's the third partner in the firm and you didn't really look into her in your hunt for information. 

She offers you a smile before speaking, "You look like you're debating coming in." You shrug, unsure what to say because that is exactly what you were doing but don't want to admit it. She looks you over without it feeling judgmental before focusing on the manila envelope in your hand. She steps back slightly and gestures for you to come into the office. "You made it this far. Whatever it is, we'll do our best to help you."

The sentiment is so kind and you know she means well, thinking you are a potential client, but it just causes your throat to get even tighter. 

It has been you and your daughter for so long, is this really the right path to take? 

You hug your file to your chest and take a hesitant step forward. Then another and another until you are in the office. It's not big or fancy and you didn't expect it to be. There's a little waiting area in front of the reception desk, with another desk shoved against a wall, and on either side of the room, doors leading to what you suspect are the private offices. 

Karen goes around to the back of the reception desk and picks up a clipboard holding some paperwork and offers it out to you.

You take it and stare down at it, unsure if you would fill it out or not. When you look back up, Karen is still smiling at you and you don't want to come off as a problem, so you take a seat in the waiting area and start filling out the requested information. As you write out your address, it finally occurs to you that you have no idea how to have the conversation you need to have.

Do you ease into it or drop it on him like a bomb? You had only ever thought about finding him and never about what you would say when you did.

You should have taken more time to plan this out. You're such an idiot - you just jumped right into running towards him like you might lose track of him if you took so much as a second to think. You know his name now, who he is, you can take time to get things sorted out properly.

Would it be weird to leave in the middle of filling out paperwork you shouldn't even be bothering with?

Probably not, but you're already here. There is no point in running. 

This is for your daughter, not you. You have to keep telling yourself that.

You don't fill out the information asking about your 'case'. It honestly makes you panic a bit if you start thinking about it all in a legal sense - you know nothing about law and the man you're meeting with graduated at the top of his class from a top law school. Your hand is shaking as you add your signature to the bottom of the page and date it. Reviewing everything takes just a moment, since there's barely anything written to begin with, and your eyes drift up to the logo at the top of the page.

Nelson, Murdock, and Page.

You trace it with your finger.

Matthew Murdock has to be a good man. This firm helps people and he wouldn't be here if he didn't want to help people. He graduated top of his class; he could work anywhere he wanted to. The papers said he is good, too - they win most of their cases. 

Unless it's all a weird front to hide something like money laundering. 

But if they were money launders wouldn't they have enough money to afford an air conditioner? 

"All done?" 

Karen is in front of you, smiling politely. You are surprised by her appearance, but you don't feel pressured. It's like she's checking in so that she can break you out of your thoughts and you appreciate that. You nod and hand her the clipboard. She takes it, giving it a once over.

"Foggy will be out in just a minute."

Your head jerks up at that.

"No, I need to see Mr. Murdock."

You can tell Karen is surprised by that and her eyes narrow just a fraction. She searches your face, then she looks towards the door on the left. 

You turn your head to follow her gaze. 

"Matt!" Karen calls out.

A few moments pass before the door opens and you feel like you're going to throw up. 

The cameras don't do him justice. 

Matthew Murdock is gorgeous. He was handsome before and somehow, he just got hotter. He's a little taller than you, still as lean as you remember, and looking crisp in a gray suit - like some model walked off the catwalk and into a sweltering office. His hair is shorter than you remember it being. You have the distinct memory of being able to grab onto it, but it's too cropped to do that now.

But the thing that catches your attention the most is that in person and in the light, you can see Matthew's hair has an auburn tint to it.

Just like Minnie's. 

The realization shakes your entire world. 

This man is the father of your child. He's real. He's no longer a concept of a person, who you knew nothing about, who just existed somewhere in the world. 

You have to look away before you start to cry. You don't know where this surge of emotion is coming from - it feels like this wave of relief. This question you have always had finally has an answer. 

You tell yourself to take a breath, you know getting overly emotional isn't going to help anything. It might actually make things worse and spiraling into a meltdown is not a good first impression.

You can see Karen in your peripheral vision, and you look up to her, trying to regain your focus.

It's Matthew who speaks first, "Yes, Karen?"

"We have a walk-in who is hoping she can speak with you." 

You introduce yourself, standing up as you do. You know he is blind, so you don't offer your hand. Instead you clutch your folder to your chest. 

He doesn't seem to remember your name. He turns towards you and gives a polite smile. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Matthew Murdock, but you seem to know that. I have some time right now, please come in. Karen, can you grab us some water before you join us?"

"Yeah, sure," Karen says as she turns to do just that. 

Your throat gets tight again. 

You don't want to have this conversation with someone else there. It's already going to be hard enough. You'll definitely start crying if Karen is in the room. You cannot deal with two people's reactions. The mere thought of you having to do that is making you sweat. 

Matthew's voice breaks you out of your panic. "If that is okay?"

You rush out your response, "I would prefer to speak alone, please." You're too panicked to feel embarrassment. 

Karen doesn't seem phased by this. She is still grabbing a couple of bottles of water from the fridge and offering one out to you. You take it. 

"Not a problem, let me know if you need anything."

"Thanks, Kare. Please, come this way," Matthew motions for you to follow him into the office. 

This is it.

Once you go through that door, you aren't leaving that room without telling Matthew Murdock he is a father. 

You surprise yourself by not hesitating and just charging forward into the office. 

This isn't about you or your fears. 

This is for Minnie. 

You keep your gaze forward because you can't bring yourself to look at him. If you stop and look at him before you tell him why you are here, you will just start over analyzing everything once again. You silently beg to whatever gods will listen that everything will be okay, and this man won't destroy you. 

He doesn't look like he is going to break your heart. 

But you know that looks mean nothing when it comes to pain. 

He closes the door behind you with an audible click and the weight of the moment starts to come down on your shoulders.

You take the seat in front of the desk quickly, worried your nerves might catch up with you, placing the water on the ground beside you with your purse when you sit. Matthew doesn't rush, he walks to his desk with an air of quiet confidence and if you were a client, it would be comforting, but you aren't and all it does is remind you why you fell into bed with him. 

"What brings you in today, Miss..?" He trails off, prompting you to say your name again. As he reaches his desk you watch as he trails his fingers along the edge, using it as a guide, before moving his hand to brush over the back of his seat before sitting in it. 

You chew your bottom lip, wishing you had taken a second to actually plan what you would say instead of jumping in. As far as you know, there isn't a step-by-step guide on how to tell a one-night stand that he's the father of your child - not that you actually looked into that in your desperate research the night before. 

Matthew doesn't push as you gather your thoughts. He moves some paperwork away from the center of his desk, then folds his hands there, waiting. You keep your gaze on his hands, needing something to focus your eyes on while you force the truth out.

"I saw your interview last night," you say, deciding to start there, as it seems the most relatable.

Matthew's brows knit together and he tilts his head to the side and you are one again reminded of Minnie. It's a gesture she does often, tilting her little head left and right as she tries to understand something. It always reminded you of a dog and now you wonder if it's not a learned behavior, but genetic. 

His lips turn down into a frown and his head stays cocked as he asks, "Do you have information about the Lynch case?"

Heat rushes to your cheeks - of course that would be the question to ask after bringing up the interview. The whole piece was about a specific case they were working on and how it would affect Hell's Kitchen and you hadn't paid any attention to what was said - not after you realized who was on the screen. 

You shake your head, resisting the urge to look away and you curl your fingers tighter around the manila folder in your lap. "No, I'm sorry. I saw you and…recognized you."

He straightens up and his demeanor shifts to something less…friendly. It's minute but your messed-up brain screams at you about body language - his shoulders have squared up and you can see where he's clenching his back teeth. You quickly continue on, wanting to get through with your explanation before your anxiety makes you clam up.

"We met nearly five years ago," your voice is firm and factual and you're proud of yourself for that, "at a holiday party." 

The words leave your mouth and you know he knows. Every part of him seems to go still - even his breathing seems to stop. The crease between his brow smoothes out, like he's gone from squinting to wide eyes behind his dark glasses. Your heart is pounding in your ears and your throat is getting stiff, but your voice remains steady as you push the words out.

"I think you are the father of my child."

All the color seems to leave Matthew's face and he looks nearly as gray as his suit. The reaction makes your stomach turn. He looks like he is going to throw up. 

You bite into your lip, waiting for Matthew to do or say something. All you can do is mentally chant to yourself: he's a good man, he won't take her away.

You know it's probably just seconds, but it feels like hours pass before Matthew moves.

He leans slowly back in his chair, reaching up with one hand to rub at his mouth. 

"Are you sure?"

He doesn't sound upset, at least to your ears. His words are cautious - tentative - and it makes your heart go tight in your chest. You don't know if it's fear or hope or everything crashing into you at once now that he knows.

You force out a nod before you remember that the man in front of you is blind. You find your voice and words creep out.

"I'm pretty sure," you start. Your eyes drop away from his hands back down to your lap and you have to lick at your lips to wet them before continuing, "I didn't go out much after that party, I got so busy with work. I didn't…find out until the first trimester was over. By then, I couldn't remember your name. My friends who I went to the party with didn't know you either. I tried to Google you with what information I had, but 'blind lawyer' just got me a lot of disability lawyers." You take a shaky breath, "I understand if you want a paternity test."

You know Matthew is probably taking everything in, but now that you've started talking, it's like you've lifted the dam on your anxiety. You squeeze the file in your lap - just because you hadn't known how you were going to tell Matthew the truth did not mean you hadn't extensively thought about the consequences. Words start to spill out of you.

"I also understand if you don't want anything to do with us, I get it's a big shock. I'm not looking for anything from you." Matthew drops his hand to the desk and if you didn't know better, it would look like he was staring at you. "I just wanted you to know and I thought it would be good for her to know you, but if you don't want that, I get it. All I ask is you fill out some paperwork, medical history mostly so I know if there's anything I need to look out for. I printed it out for you, it's all in braille." 

You get up just enough so that you can place the manila envelope on the desk, then sit back down. Your throat is getting so tight and stiff you feel like you're struggling to breathe. 

Matthew runs his hand over his desk until he can feel the envelope. His fingers move along the edge and you stare at them, like they are going to be the one to reveal what Matthew is thinking instead of his mouth. He finds the lip but doesn't open, instead flattening his palm against it.

"...her?"

His voice is so quiet you barely hear it. You lift your head to finally look at him and your heart skips a beat.

Matthew looks so soft. The corners of his lips twitch a few times before a smile slowly spreads across his face. 

And you know.

You know without a doubt he is your daughter's father. They have the exact same smile. You can't help but to grin as well. 

This is good, isn't it? He looks Happy. 

"I have a daughter.."

"Winifred.. Winifred Love," you offer. Matthew lifts his head and tilts it towards you, brow wrinkling slightly.

"Love…?" He asks, no judgment in his voice, only curiosity. 

You close your eyes in a bit of embarrassment, as you always do during the story, "I meant to put Grace, but I was out of it. I even put a big heart next to it on the paperwork." You aren't ashamed of the story and you love your daughter's name, but it's always a 'oops I was high' moment, even if it was done with the purest intention. 

If possible, Matthew's smile gets even bigger. 

"Winifred Love," he says, his voice dropping back down to the barely there whisper. 

"She goes by Minnie. Like, um.. Like Minnie Mouse," you say. That gets an amused yet fond chuckle. You find yourself relaxing at the noise - like some of the pressure squeezing on your lungs has been lifted and you can finally breathe. 

He repeats her nickname and you feel your lips start to turn up. 

"How old..?" His voice cracks with emotion and Matthew has to clear his throat before continuing, "how old is she?"

"Three and a half," you answer quickly, "her birthday is a few months away." You bite your lip then hesitantly add, "She wants to go to the zoo. It's all she talks about."

"Yeah?" Matthew prompts. His smile is so so soft and it makes your stomach turn in this pleasant way. However, you were expecting him to act, this is not it. In your heart, you think the best you were going for was acceptance, but this seems much more than that. There is a stinging in the corner of your eyes and you have to take your own steadying breath continuing on.

"Yeah, um.. She…likes maps right now. I got her a map to the zoo and she's got the whole day planned." Which is very much true - your coffee table has been the home of a makeshift zoo diorama for a little over a week now and the itinerary has changed about twenty times. 

 Matthew ducks his head and nods a little, taking all the information in. You squeeze your fingers in your lap, needing a way to release the nerves still buzzing inside you. 

A few moments pass before Matthew clears his throat again, "What else does she like..?"

The question makes you chuckle just a little bit, only because gushing about your daughter is something you're very good at. Since you work at home, it is just the two of you ninety percent of the time, you don't get to coo over her very often.

"She loves arts and crafts - anything she can get her little hands on. Right now she loves pipe cleaners and paper, things she can bend and fold, you know? I set her next to me while working and she'll just fold paper into little shapes. Not origami or anything, just abstract things, she doesn't plan it. She always wants to help, too, whatever I'm doing. Cooking and cleaning. She is the best helper for grocery shopping." You pause, looking over Matthew's smile for a moment before continuing on, tears starting to gather in your eyes.

 "She looks just like you," you admit, fondness clear in your voice because it is so so true. Now that you are properly looking at him, Minnie looks just like Matthew, and telling him that makes him light up even more. "You've got the same smile. The same hair. Hers is a little more red, but it's definitely from you."

You watch Matthew lick at his lips and you want to know what is going on in his head. You think everything is going well, even if you are on the verge of crying. They are tears of relief - relief you weren't told to fuck off or to go get your own lawyer. You don't fully know if Matthew Murdock is a good man, but you're over the first hurdle and the prospects are looking good. 

Matthew leans back into his chair, inhaling deeply, as if centering himself, then asks, "Why now? Why find me now?"

"Like I said, I couldn't find you, I didn't know anything about you, really, except what you looked like and you were a lawyer. I did try, I really did, but…" you trail off with a shrug, "I had a newborn."

Matthew seems to accept that answer - it is the truth after all - and continues on, "But you saw the interview... Last night?"

You nod, "I was picking up some dinner and they were playing the news at the diner. I saw it and looked you up and now…now you know."

"Now I know…" Matthew repeats slowly, his smile dropping a little and you wonder if is hitting him in different waves, like it did you - the realization he is a father. You know it is an intense roller coaster and you are not going to try to guide his ride, especially after just kind of dropping it on him. 

He taps the manila folder in front of him, the crease returning to his brow, "What is this?"

Your cheeks get hot again and you turn your gaze away from him and back to your lap, "Requests for family medical history and information about how to establish paternity, if that's what you want."

"It is," Matthew rushes out. Your head jerks up and his expression looks serious, "I want that. I want to be in her life."

He sounds so sure of himself that it makes your head spin a little. You built up in your mind he either wouldn't want anything to do with you and Minnie or he was going to try to take her away - you hadn't really considered the obvious option that Matthew would just want to be involved. At least, that is what you are hoping he is implying. 

"I won't abandon my daughter," the conviction in his voice startles you, but it also makes your heart twist but in a good way because in that moment, you believe him. "And I won't abandon you. I used to question if I had the right to bring a child into my life, but this isn't a hypothetical anymore…. And I can't.." he trails off and leans back into his chair, rubbing at his mouth again. You don't press, you have no right to when you've come out of the blue and changed his entire world. He takes off his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I can't step away now that I know she is out there." 

You quickly shake your head at his words, "You don't need to rush into anything, I mean it, I don't want anything from you but for you to have the chance to know her. We can go slow, she's still little, you know? She can't handle a big change. Start small?"

You're more worried about how he is feeling versus what you are. You have at least prepared yourself to have a reaction - he thought he would be having a normal work day and you've given him a lot to process in the last five minutes. 

"We can go at your pace, Matthew."

He drops his hand from his face, a smile coming back to his face, "You can call me Matt."

You repeat your preferred name, then apologize, "I'm sorry for coming out of nowhere. I didn't want to lose track of you again, but I could have scheduled an appointment."

Matt shakes his head a little, "No, I get it." His hand goes back to the envelope, like touching it is grounding him like squeezing your fingers is grounding you. "I'm glad you came…I'm glad…thank you. Thank you for telling me." 

Part of you wants to reach across the desk and squeeze his hand, to give him comfort and let him know everything will be okay, but you don't dare. He's still a stranger, despite everything. You decide pushing past the emotional to the practical might be the best approach for now. You need to get your anxiety to settle now that you know your world isn't going to end and the best thing for that, in your mind, is getting an action plan. 

"I don't know what the steps are for doing this," you start, trying to think up ideas as you talk, "but I think maybe we could…get together again and plan things out? Give you time to adjust to the idea and let you think about how you want to move forward?"

Matt nods along with your words, "That sounds like a good idea." 

You bend down to grab your phone out of your purse, "I put my contact information in the packet, but could I get yours?" 

He waits until you are ready, then gives you his personal number then the office number. You do the quick song and dance of calling his phone, so that he has your number and you wait patiently as he adds you as a contact. Hearing the voice commands to navigate a phone is new to you and once he is done putting in your information, you let your curiosity get the better of you.

"Do you prefer texting or phone calls?"

"Phone calls would be preferable," Matt says as he sets his phone on his desk, having held it up to speak clearly into it, "I have text to speech but it's not always the easiest for texting." 

You nod in understanding, "Got it." You squirm in your seat, unsure of what comes next, so you say the very first thing that comes to mind. "You can call anytime. I work from home so you don't have to worry about interrupting anything…like I'm doing with you."

He hums, then asks, "What does Minnie do during the day?" 

"She stays with me, mostly. There's a daycare down the block she goes to if I need someone to watch her. That's where she is now."

That makes Matt frown just slightly and part of you panics that he disapproves. "Is it just the two of you…?"

"Yes." 

You say it with confidence. You've worked hard to get where you are alone and despite all you've been through, you are proud of that. "My parents passed when I was in college and I don't have any siblings. We've managed to do pretty well on our own. It's not the biggest, but we have a little place in Chelsea."

The little frown stays and you don't know what it means - you hope it's over you not having a big support system and not something else. Matt looks like he is going to respond but a knock at the door cuts him off. You jump at the noise, having totally forgotten there were other people in the office. 

Matt looks slightly annoyed when he calls out, "Yes?"

The door opens and the final partner for the law firm is there. "Pardon the intrusion," he says to you with a nod before addressing Matt, "They've got that guy from last week at the 15th. He's asking for us specifically."

Matt openly scowls before running a hand over his face, "Okay. Give me a few minutes."

Foggy nods before stepping back out and closing the door.

"I'm sorry," Matt says sheepishly.

You cut him off before he can say more, standing as you do, "Please don't be, I really did just barge in on you at work. I can call you later? Or you can call me?" 

Matt gets up as well, starting to come around the desk, "I can call you." He hesitates just a second, then ducks his chin, that little smile reappearing and your heart does that funny flip again. "Maybe we can get lunch?"

You smile back, "I would like that. We can start planning." You bite your bottom lip, then add, "I can bring Minnie…?"

Matt's entire face lights up and the awkwardness of trying to end your talk evaporates. "I would like that. A lot." He motions to his desk, "I'll work on getting that back to you. I want to…I want to do this right." 

"I do, too." 

It feels like a promise. You want to believe Matt - that he wants this and won't disappear at the first minor inconvenience. You've read so many horror stories about bad parents and you don't want any of that for Minnie. 

You grab your purse and the water Karen gave you, then finally give Matt a proper look over. 

You enjoyed your night together with him. Not only had he been a phenomenal lover, but he had made you smile and laugh. You weren't nearly as anxious then as you are now, but you had been rather nervous being flirted with by a handsome lawyer and he had made you feel at ease. Bringing him home with you had been an easy choice. 

He must sense you smiling somehow, maybe you giggled or something, but his smile, which had started to fall, brightens back up.

"Can I ask you something before you go?" 

You nod to his question, catch yourself and reply, "Of course."

"Can you tell me what she looks like?"

Guilt courses through you and biting your lip turns painful, "I'm so sorry, of course. Um, I included pictures in the packet with descriptions but, of course." His face drops into something a little nervous so you launch into the description of your daughter, emphasizing how they have the same smile because you can’t get over that. You can't help yourself and start describing some of the pictures you included.

"She has this big noise canceling headband so she can sleep comfortably - she doesn't like loud noises - but because she is three, she refuses to wear it unless it's cute. So we crochet little sleeves for it. One of the pictures is her asleep on our couch, face down, because that's how she sleeps, wearing her favorite sleeve. It's Spider-Man the-"

There's a quick series of taps on the door before it opens again.

"Buddy, we gotta go."

You start to apologize, but Matt speaks over you, his voice a little firm as his expression drops, "I'll be right there, Foggy."

A silent conversation seems to go through them, as Foggy raises his eyebrows at Matt and Matt does the same right back. Foggy steps out of the office, closing the door behind him. 

"Let me walk you out?" Matt asks, motioning to the door.

"Thank you." 

You let him open the door and you follow him into the reception office. Foggy is looking at his phone while waiting by Karen's desk as she finishes packing her laptop. You cross the room in silence as Matt leads you from the office. Once you are in the hallway, he speaks to you in a soft voice.

"Can I call you tonight?"

"Yes, please." 

"Does eight work?"

"That's perfect." 

"I'll talk to you then."

You force yourself to be the one to turn away and start walking towards the stairs. As you get to them, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth to try to suppress your smile.

Maybe the papers are right and Matthew Murdock is a good man. 

You really hope he's a good father too.

[taylormarieee]

Co-Stars turned Lovers A Callum Turner love story

Chapter 1: "Welcome to the Beginning"

Pairing: Callum Turner x Fem!Bestfriend!Actress!Reader

Word Count: 2.k

Warnings: Kissing for like 2 secs, none really

You and Callum were the best of friends. Every Interview didn't feel the same without the other. You and him first starred together on Fantastic Beasts: Crimes Of Grindelwald and you bonded ever since.

You loved him so much and he loves you just the same. You were always spotted around LA together, always around in photos in Paris or New York to the point rumors went around that you guys were dating.

That wasn't the case at all. You were filming a new show and it took place in Paris and sometimes New York, so you constantly had to fly back and forth and you felt alone at times.

So you always invited Callum to which he happily obliged when he was free. You booked a hotel for however long you stayed in that place and always ordered a room with two beds.

One for you, and one for Callum. He was your favourite person in the whole world as you were his. He enjoyed your company and you felt as though you couldn't live without his company.

You had separation anxiety so you always felt sad when he wasn't around and would drive or fly as many hours as it took just to be with him. He was your Earth and you were his Moon. Without you he felt as though his world wouldn't spin anymore.

Without him you felt as though you had no purpose in life. Your sole purpose was to orbit around him, be around him as much as possible. You couldn't breathe without Callum.

But there were times where you had to just thug it out and do things on your own without him. He had a life too and you didn't want to seem like that annoying friend that seemed as though she didn't have a life and was just constantly around him.

There were times you will distance yourself from him if it meant you didn't seem or look annoying. But Callum of course, the sweet soul that he is never minded you clung to him 24/7. He enjoyed it actually, it made him feel appreciated and loved.

You gave him attention like crazy and he was a mama's boy. He loved feeling your validation and feeling as if he was wanted. He was drawn to you and you were drawn to him and this was the beginning of a love story you both never anticipated. The beginning of a story you both would soon realize was fate and destiny, the universe bringing you two together.

~ Welcome to the Beginning~

"Welcome to the late late show, I'm your host James Corden and I would like to welcome out our lovely guests."

Everyone in the crowd cheers and your giggling with Callum and Austin. You were so excited to be on the Late Late Show with THE James Corden. You loved James Corden.

"Gosh why am I so nervous!" You nervously giggle and look at Callum and Austin. "Maybe it's because you love James?" Austin says with a smirk on his face. It was more of a statement then a question.

"Y/n Y/l/n, Callum Turner, and Austin Butler!" He screams out and that's your cue for all three of you to walk out. You smile and wave at all the lovely people that have come out to see you guys.

Because your the first one out because the boys decided ladies first, Your the first to give James a hug. You laughed as he gave you a big loving hug. You sat down and waited for the boys to sit.

Austin sat closest to James and Callum sat on the opposite side next to you. So in shorter words, you sat in between the two.

"Welcome Welcome!" James says happily. "It's lovely to have you guys on the show." He says.

"Well were happy to be here!" You say with a dashing smile on your face.

"Alrighty let's get started shall we? Y/N! You are a beautiful amazing woman and an even more amazing actress! What was it like to first get into acting? Who were your role models and people you would have liked to tell that they inspired you to act?" He asks.

"oo that is a wonderful question. I found it quite easy and hard at the same time. I was a very dramatic kid, as my mother would say" You say with a chuckle, the audience chuckles as well.

"And it just made things easier. But at times I was very forgetful so it was hard to remember some of my lines, but being a kid actor who's just starting you realize that the adults working with you aren't going to be harsh because your a kid, you know? So that really helped because Adults have a big impact on kids cause your taller, seem more intimidating. But no yea, it was very easy. And my role model growing up I would have to say was either Leonardo Di Caprio or Will Smith. I really liked The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air."

Everyone claps at your answer and the queit down the moment James talks, "That's a wonderful answer. I love that! Now Callum and Austin, I heard you guys went to boot camp training for Masters of the Air. What was that like? Training to just be really hot and outlook people like me?" When James maks that comment you burst out laughing and the whole crowd laughs too.

James really had a way of making jokes and making people laugh. Austin and Callum laugh as well.

"That's what I've been saying James! There both incredibly attractive and I feel like that boot camp didn't give them any training except how to make other men feel bad!" You say through laughs.

James grabs your hand and laughs with you. "Right! At least I have someone to back me up and not call me insecure, Thank you!" He says.

You nod and smile at him before letting Austin and Callum answer. "Ugh well no it was a very fun time of training to outlook other men! No I'm kidding. It was very fun and felt so real, and when you really see the work we did on the big screen it's like, woah I didn't think it would come out that good. Cuz you know behind the scenes were goofing around and having little to know clue what's gonna happen next so yea it was a huge roller coaster." Austin explains.

You nod and give out a hum of approval and look at Callum, "Do you have anything to add on to that?" James asks.

"Nope, I mean I would have said it just like that. It was very fun and having y/n on set? Oh it was never a dull moment when it came to her. We all had a lot of fun." He says. You smile and look back at James.

"Alrighty, let's get to the juicy stuff!" James says smiling. You face fall and you mutter out an "Oh no." And the crowd starts laughing because you forgot that the mic's pick up everything.

"Why oh no y/n." Your face lights up with surprise and you cover your face in embarrassment.

"Because I know exactly what the juicy stuff is! So, to answer your question, no me and Callum are not dating Mr. Corden!" You say with a laugh at the end.

"Wow! Do a lot of Interviewers ask you that question?" He asks.

"yes, everyday!" You and Callum say at the same time. "I promise you were just really good friends who hang out alot because one of us has separation anxiety from their comfort person." Callum says motioning towards you.

You laugh and then hit his arm playfully. "I'm filming between Paris and New York so you'll spot me with Callum alot because sometimes I get lonely so of course I'm gonna bring my best friend!"

"Yea there was a few times she brought me but I guess paparazzi don't see us or they do and just don't ship me and her together." Austin defends.

"Ok ok, so well then that question is moved over, completely erased."

After that the interview, you, Callum and Austin decide to go out to eat. You chose the restaurant, you always did. You never wanted to because you were always indecisive but you eventually chose a place and you guys went to dine.

Sadly, Austin couldn't stay with you guys as his girlfriend called and needed him home for something urgent. Something about her cutting her hand. You both said your goodbyes and wished she was ok before sitting and ordering.

This was the night you realized your true feelings for Callum Turner...

This was the night you would never forget... The night it all happened and was brushed off as a mistake.

"Callum... today was so exhausting. I hate when people ship us, I mean I don't hate James, I'm just tired of getting asked that same question over and over again! Aren't you?" You ramble on about today's earlier events.

"I mean, if i'm being honest... I don't care. Me and you both know were best friends so why bother entertaining it." he says as he leans closer to you from across the table.

"Unless of course...You wanna deny the fact that you would ever date me? Do you not love me or something?" He teases with a smirk on his face.

That. That right there is what started it... What started your feelings and the electricity that shot down your spine.

"N-No that's... that's not what I'm saying or i-implying Callum!" You say nervously. You were never nervous around Callum.

"Mhmm yeah...sure." He says still leaning forward even closer to you know. 'Maybe he's intoxicated' you thought. He was never this straightforward with you or even this flirtatious with you.

You guys were drinking in the car but not heavily. His hand reaches your cheek and you giggle nervously. "C-Callum what are you doing?" You ask nervously.

"I'm feeling your face duh! What else would I possibly be doing..." He says. You notice he's not making eye contact with you but more so your lips. You lick them nervously and you see his eyebrow raise for a second.

He leans in just a little closer whispering a "God your so beautiful" before he kisses you. Your eyes are wide and you melt into it. He quickly breaks away and apologizes before you could even kiss him back.

"Oh my lord, I'm sorry... i don't know what came over me. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable that-that was a mistake." He says before rubbing his face with his hands.

"I-It's ok Callum. I'm not uncomfortable. Let's just eat ok?" You say with a sweet smile to hide the sadness in your face from him. He sweetly smiles back at you and you both indulge.

That night was a night you've never forgotten but what you were completely oblivious too was that that night was unforgettable to Callum too.

He thought about that night everyday he looked at you... everytime he touched you... everytime he sees lip gloss coat your full lips.

It plagued his mind like a virus corrupting a humans mind. He wanted you badly but he knew he couldn't have you. He couldn't ruin this relationship he had with you, this beautiful friendship, but goddamn were you addicting.

you and Callum were polar opposites yet destined to be together...If only you two could open your eyes and see what is right in front of you.

You and him were made for each other, you just needed to find each other. Like two lost souls searching for a purpose. Like the Earth and the Moon, they look platonic but one can't live without the other. Destined to fall in love either way.

Love, fate, and desire... Something you two need to give into in order to find yourselves.

Taglist: @dustbunniess @willyoubemycherryy and anyone else that wants to join!

[loverslodge]

love to cats

summery: your cat is having an affair and the only way to resolve it was try and befriend the owner of the other cat

pairing: beefy!bucky x reader

warning: fluff, floof, smut,

A/N: in my beefy!bucky era

Charcoal had disappeared again. You knew that. You hated that. You worry about him. You found Charcoal when he was buried deep in the snow at the back of your office building. It was his black fur and smallest mews that alerted you. You dug him up and rushed him to the vet. He had clung on to you so much that you couldn't help but take him home. You didn't plan on having a cat but it was too late to go back. You were the chosen one. The vet helped you choose food for Charcoal and slowly, you bought him everything he could ever want.

But his escape changed your idea. This is the sixth time he had run away in a month and he has been doing this for three months. So you were at your limit. You felt like a lacking mother. Honestly, you had become just as clingy to him as he was to you. Codependent is what you called each other but your friends called it separation anxiety. You thought you were not Charcoal enough love and that's why he ran away.

It was a bright and sunny day when this happened so it was going to be a somewhat easy task for you to find that little menace. You start by walking down the stairs and calling out its name. You reach the third floor and it is already evening. You've asked everyone in the building if they have seen your cat but nothing came up. Now you're on the third floor knocking the only door that is left. You hear a mew from behind the door and you jump.

“Charcoal? Honey? Are you in there?” You knock again. “Excuse me? Please open the door. I think my cat is in there.” But you hear zero movement. “Hey! Whoever you are. Give me my cat back. I can hear him in your apartment! Charcoal, I will get you out of there. I promise. Noone will hurt you.” You bang on the door.

“Hey! Who are you? Why are you banging on my door?” You hear an angry voice from across the hall. You turn to see a tall man walking towards you with scowl on his face. ���Move away lady, I'm not interested.”

You look at him agape. How dare this kidnapper assume that you would even- ugh! You felt like smacking him. “You kidnapped my cat. How dare you accuse me of whatever that was. I am here for my cat. Give him back.”

“Kidnapped your cat? Please. I do not need a mangy two bit thug as a cat. I have my own and she is perfect.” He unlocks his door and before you could peer in, he blocks it with his large, beefy body.

“How dare you! My cat is not mangy. How would you know what my cat looks like? He is a child and not a thug. Now let me in. I swear I heard him mew. I know he's in there, mister and you cannot stop me.” You try to push your way in his house but he wouldn't budge. You give him a stink eye.

“Charcoal! Mommy is here! Come to me, baby. Let's go home. I am here to rescue you from this two bit thug.” You point at the beefy man. You see a ball of fur behind him and you immediately make a jump for it. The beefy man’s step falters and you stumble into his living room.

“What the hell is wrong with you, woman? You can't just attack someone and enter someone's apartment. That is breaking and entering. I can get you arrested for this.” The beefy man stands in front of you.

“And I can have you arrested for kidnapping my cat. But you don't see me doing that, do you? Youre lucky I'm not using a fire escape on your apartment.” You start walking around the apartment calling for Charcoal.

“Woman, get out!” He raises his tone but not a lot to raise an alarm.

“Shut up! I can't hear my cat over you.” You call out to Charcoal again and this time you hear the familiar mew again. You run in that direction and the man runs after you.

You open the door to the bedroom and see a sight never seen before. Charcoal was wrapped under another cat and they were snuggling! You run towards them and very slowly gather a sleepy Charcoal in your arms.

“Wow! And you say you didn't kidnap my cat. What was this then?” You poke your finger on his chest.

“This little thug has had his eyes on my Alpine for a very long time. Take your thug and leave. I don't want my Alpine anywhere near someone who doesn't know boundaries.” He walks closer to you. Your faces were inches apart.

“Fine by me! I also don't want my cat anywhere near you or your cat who has been driving him out of his safe space. Do not ever kidnap my cat again.” You start walking out the door.

“For the last time, I did not kidnap it!” Before he could finish, you slam his front door shut and walk upstairs with Charcoal in your arms.

……………………….

You were already working remotely but you very often went to your office to just catch up on the environment. But now, after the stunt pulled by Charcoal, you stayed home everyday. You kept him near you. He would often go to the windows and mew wistfully. You sigh. You saw how cuddled up he was with the white cat. Alpine. That was her name. You felt like you were Romeo's mother, trying to keep him away from his juliet. Or was it the other way around?

You groan as you stand in front of the beefy man’s apartment again. You knock on the dorr. You had Charcoal in your arms. You wanted Charcoal happy and the only way that was was to take him to Alpine. You waited. You heard shuffling behind the door. The door opened to the shirtless beefy man looking disheveled.

“Ah! The crazy cat lady. What do you want? I don't have your cat. Maybe it went to lick some other-” You pushed past him in the house and lte Charcoal go. He ran immediately to Alpine and they cuddled into each other, purring, maybe making promises of never letting go.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You can't just walk in someone's house and let your cat out on their cat. Take him and leave. Alpine and I do not tolerate thugs like you and your cat.” He tried to catch Alpine but she ran in the room with Charcoal in the tow.

“Do you hate romance?” You asked, sitting down on his sofa.

“What? Hey! Get up. Out of the house.” He sounded pissed.

“I'm Y/N Y/L/N, by the way. That's my cat, Charcoal. I think he's in love with your cat and I could not stand him wistfully sighing every now and then. I have work too, you know.” You extend your hand as a friendly gesture with a smile.

You eyed you suspiciously. He tilted his head to the side and looked at your hand and then you. His eyes raked over your body but not in a creepy way. He was analyzing? He saw you were in your lounge wear, shorts and loose t-shirt. You looked relatively harmless. Hell! He looked more harmful than you. His eyes made their way to your face and his heart skipped a beat. Your smile, even though polite, lightened up your face. You were pretty. You were pretty when you first met him but he didn't have time to look at you properly. Now that he saw you, you looked soft.

He grabbed your hand to shake. “I'm Bucky Barnes. That's my cat, Alpine. I guess she is in love with a hooligan. She has been pawing at the windows. Just so you know, your cat is still a thug. Entering someone else's house without asking.”

You shrug. “People do crazy things for love, why not animals? Plus, I was not letting my child be heartbroken just because I don't like the father of his girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? Did that thug tell you that? He is seducing her right now! Just so you know, your son is not good enough for my daughter.” Bucky sits beside you. You let your eyes all over his body. He was so beefy. You could see yourself be enveloped in his arms and feel them slide slowly down your body and his fingers in your-

“Yeah well, your daughter chose my son so get over it.” You gulped and looked away, mentally hitting your head.

You stayed at his place for over an hour. Both of you busied yourselves on your phones. You saw Charcoal some out of the room with Alpine and they both snuggled next to you.

“Hey Charcoal. Did you bring Alpine to meet me?” You stroked his head and turned to Alpine. “Hey Alpine! I am Charcoal’s mommy. It is nice to meet you.” You approach Alpine with caution and she immediately snuggles into you. You let out a small laugh and stroke her. Both your hands over the cats, you loved seeing them together. You understood why Charcoal was obsessed with Alpine. She was so welcoming, soft and absolutely adorable.

Bucky had left for the bathroom and when he came back, he saw both the cats purring on your lap. He saw his Alpine all snuggled into you like it did him and for some reason, his chest swole. Alpine had always been wary of strangers. She didn't even let his friends touch him the way she let you. Alpine had trust issues and so Bucky never forced her into a situation she didn't want to be in. they had an understanding. But now, without any prompting when Alpine was cuddled to you, Bucky questioned his judgment about you. Maybe you were a nice person. Maybe your cat isn't really a thug. He wanted to believe Alpine but he was human after all, how much was he going to trust someone else based on a cat?

Bucky cleared his throat and re-entered the room. The cats looked at him. Alpine purred, making an inviting swish with her tail which Bucky ignored. “So, are you done or do you have to stay longer?” He asked you gruffly.

“Fine, fine. I am leaving. Don't get your boxers twisted. Well back next week, right Charcoal? Woulndt want the girlfriend to be lonely, would you?” You scratched Charcoal and Alpine behind their ears and they prinned. “Uh, can you please move Alpine? She, uh, she's too cuddled up.”

Bucky carefully walked to you and took Alpine in his arms. His fingers brushed against the skin of your thighs and tingles shot up to both of you. You pocketed your phone and keys and cradled Charcoal home, without looking back.

That night, you had stayed up till late thinking about his fingers touching you. You thought about his calloused hand shaking yours and his rough fingers sliding across your thighs. You were too tuckered out to bring out your vibrator so you just buried yourself in your comforter and dreamt of his fingers all over you.

………………………..

It had been around six months. You and Bucky had gotten into a routine. Sometimes Bucky would even leave Alpine with you for a few days if he had to go out for work and same went for you. Bucky was still skeptical about Charcoal being near Alpine but he adored Alpine too much to say no to her. Many times you both have had dinner together. The day your cats were to meet, you would know that the entire day was going to be just the two of you. Both of your cats had been wary of other people and so it was nice to see them get comfort in each other and the two of you.

Charcoal had warmed up to Bucky very fast but it was Bucky who took his time. Charcoal loved to sit on Bucky’s lap. He would often tangle himself on Bucky’s legs when he was standing. One day, after a bit of encouragement, you asked Bucky to pick Charcoal up. The way he purred in Bucky’s arms melted him but he tried not to show.

You would cook together too. He was at your place a lot because you, being a cat mom, had bought a lot of toys for Charcoal and Alpine. You had also bought a large bed for both cats to cuddle on. Bucky felt cozy at your place, not that he would admit it. He was a better cook than you so he would be by the stove while you chopped up things for him. Maybe that's where all the tension started. You brush against Bucky and you lean closer to him when he cooks. It was all accidental but that didn't stop Bucky from eyeing you differently.

It felt like Bucky practically lived at your place. Without being told, some of his clothes made their way in your closet. Not for some romantic reason, but for the fact that whenever he would have to take care of Charcoal, he would stayover with Alpine. You weren't annoyed about it. You in fact made more space for his stuff. His own apartment started to feel empty, literally. Even his favorite mug rested on your kitchen shelf.

Bucky stood here, in his shower, remembering your hand that accidentally brushed against his crotch. You were trying to take the ladle off his hand to pour in the bowls and none of them had realized that it was so close to him. His hand reaches for his cock and starts stroking it. Your smile, your laugh, your touch makes him stroke even harder. Then his mind goes to that one day that made him hard for you for the first time ever. You were working hunched over your laptop while Bucky was gathering the cat toys that were spread around. You stretched and your crop rose to show that you weren't wearing any bra and that showed your half boobs. You moaned out loud as your bones cracked and Bucky was just mesmerized. You went back to your work without acknowledging the fact that Bucky saw you but he did. Now, the shower was giving him the solace that he needed. He reached his high as he pictured you moaning under him. He felt a release and he went back to his room after drying himself off.

He looked at Alpine’s bed which was empty. More than half of his apartment is empty. He wakes up and the first thing he does is go to your apartment to make coffee because he has nothing at his place anymore. He puts on a remaining t-shirt from his wardrobe and makes his way to your apartment. He could hear the meows of the cats but you were nowhere to be seen. It was early in the morning after all. He saw Charcoal wake up and unwrap himself from Alpine, walking to the water bowl you filled for them. Charcoal looks at him and Bucky gives him a nod.

Just as Bucky finished making his coffee, he heard a loud moan coming from your room. He tried not to react but then he heard something shatter and ran to your room. He saw glass near your bed and you were almost going to step on it. Bucky dove and grabbed you by the waist, tugging you back in bed. He was half on top of you, his arms wrapped around your waist and you were holding him by his neck due to sudden impact.

“Are you okay? Do not get down from this side. I will clean up here.” Bucky checked your hands and legs for any injury. His hands slowly caressed your skin. His hand roamed over to your calf, knees, thighs and arms.

“Mhmm.” You had no capacity to talk. You were so turned on that if you opened your mouth, a moan would have left. Your arms from around Bucky’s neck had fallen and now you were cupping his face, your thumbs caressing his cheeks.

Before he could lean in, the moment was broken by your phone. You scramble under him and grab the phone. Your boss had just texted that because of ongoing fumigation at the office, everybody would be working from home for at least a month. You wanted to throw the phone at the wall. Not because you wanted to go to the office, but because a text ruined the moment you've been waiting for. You see Bucky stand and clean the glass while you make your way to the bathroom.

You asked Bucky to move in. no, you are not in a relationship. No, you don't see progress other than touches here and there. But because Alpine is pregnant. Bucky was angry, obviously. He sat Alpine down and lectured her. You rolled your eyes as you tried to keep Charcoal away from Bucky. You did not need to hear Bucky call your baby a hooligan again.

The vet was kind. Alpine is going to have kittens and you were ecstatic. Bucky grumbled grumpily but he was happy too. Charcoal refused to leave Alpine’s side from now on and you poked Bucky every time Charcoal would follow Alpine even to the litter box. You swear you saw Alpine roll her eyes at Charcoal. You giggled and clicked a lot of videos and photos. As if you hadn't been doing that already.

You stayed at home full time, while Bucky usually left for work. Every time your name popped up on his phone, he knew it would be a photo or video of the cats you sent because you find it very adorable. The only other texts between the two of you were him texting what time he’ll be home and you texting him to hurry because you were very hungry. The life Bucky was living had turned domestic without any romance. Steve and Sam teased him about being a grandfather but it just reminded him of the time you were talking to Alpine and thanking her for making you a grandmother.

You cared a lot for Alpine. Charcoal lets you touch her but he sometimes hiss at Bucky. You had never seen Charcoal get so territorial over Alpine before. You liked it. You cooed at this and Bucky sulked even harder. Bucky had to rely on you to tell him about Alpine because Charcoal refused to move out of his way one day. He almost yelled at the thug. Keyword being almost. Because then he remembered his own behavior that you pointed out casually the previous day.

You and Bucky had gone grocery shopping. He had officially moved in and you needed extra snacks and cat food. You had a run-in with your ex. Your ex was being very flirty and you had been very polite about his questions. Bucky stood right beside you, enveloping you in his arms. You were trapped between him and the cart, not that you minded. You could hear the soft scoffs and growls Bucky gave your ex. You tried to wrap up the conversation as quickly as you could but your ex wouldn't take a hint. Bucky grunted from behind you and moved the cart carefully so as to not hurt you and got you out of the pet food aisle. He kept you trapped till you reached the car. You then casually mentioned how that reminded her of Charcoal trying to keep Alpine away from anyone.

The tension was growing around the house. Even the cats sensed it so they stirred clear of the bedroom. It was a 1 bedroom apartment. You had insisted Bucky and you share the bed. It's not like something will happen, right? Bucky forced you to sleep by the window and he slept across the door ‘to keep a klutz like you safe from unnecessary damage’. You both tried to stay on your own sides as much as possible but you were definitely getting annoyed. You were practically throwing yourself at the guy. How thick does one have to be? His brain was as thick as his thighs and your brain short circuited thinking about his thighs again. Tonight, you're gonna have to take some extra time in the bathroom.

Bucky was horny. He has had enough. The two of you were cooking in the kitchen. This time it was really not your doing. You weren't planning on brushing up against him so often. First, he walks in the kitchen with his hair open so you tie his hair for him, which he wouldn't let you do from the back and so he was breathing on your neck and his lips kept brushing up to your sensitive area while you tied his hair. He was making you horny and you thought it was on purpose. So you thought of taking revenge. You ‘accidentally’ brushed against his crotch as you made your way to the kitchen sink to wash your hand. But that was just one time.

The kitchen was heavy with tension. Even a butcher knife couldn't cut through this type of tension. You both keep glancing at each other. You thought of making a move but he was standing by the fire. He thought of making a move but you were holding a knife. The dinner, at this pace, was ready, finally. He put the food on the plates and brought it to the table. You finished in the kitchen, stuffing the leftovers in the fridge. You finished eating, he finished eating. It was as if you both were in a hurry.

Charcoal definitely rolled an eye at Bucky when Bucky tried to put his arm around you on the sofa. You had become so horny and anxious that you ended up asking Bucky if he wanted to watch a movie. He said yes, you brought out wine and now Charcoal and Alpine were witnessing the world’s heaviest sexual tension. You were sipping your wine at a very quick pace. You had almost finished the bottle alone. Bucky was still on his first beer. You were tipsy but too aware of your surroundings. You had to choose a rom-com, didnt you? Especially the one where the lead, too, was living a very sexually tense life. Or was it just you?

Bucky was slowly stroking your arm. He had put his arm around you and never even realized. Doing this seemed so natural. But your short t-shirt had ridden up and his hand touched your waist. You were alert with a hitch and so was he. He paused a little to see you react, try and remove his hand but you did nothing. So he continued. He slowly moved his hand to your stomach. His finger came to touch your belly button and he stroked its outline in a circle. You stifled your moan. He raised his hand and now he rests it right under your boobs, occasionally brushing his thumb against them.

You couldn't take it anymore. You held his hand tightly in its place, the one under your t-shirt and stood up, alerting him too. He stood up behind you. You were worried he would remove his hand from under your t-shirt but he made no such move. You took his other free hand and started dragging him to the bedroom.

As soon as you closed the bedroom door, he moved his hand up and grabbed your boob and pinched your nipple. You moaned loudly and rested your head on his chest. He lets go of your hand and uses that hand to tilt your head up. You look in his steel blue eyes and see them swirling dark. He brings his lips to yours and moans in your mouth. You turn around and hold his face in your hand as you deepen the kiss. You tug his hair and he moans again, giving your tongue access to his mouth. You slip in and he lifts you up.

He walks to the bed and lowers the two of you in the middle. You refused to let him go. You both were running out of air but the need to kiss and feel each other’s lips was higher. He wanted to kiss your neck, mark you up but you would not let go. He moves his hand down to your nipples and flicks them. With a sudden jerk, your mouth moves away from his and you whimper, letting him attack your neck. He peppers kisses all along your neck, shoulder and clavicle all the while playing with your nipples. You were a writhing mess.

Your hands reach for the hem of his henley and you try to pull it over his head. He pauses his attacks and starts removing his clothes. You too do the same. Seeing each other so bare, you both could not take your eyes off of each other. You let him stand above you because you got to see just how gorgeous he was. Those henleys hid so much of his beefiness. And his cock was magnificent.

You hadn't realized you were touching yourself till you heard Bucky growl. He immediately removes your hands and dives in to suck at your clit. A loud moan escapes you and you put your hand on your mouth.

“Oh no you don't. Do not hide those noises from me, honey. We're just getting started. I'm planning to make you louder.” Bucky pulls your hand down from your mouth and holds it.

Your legs were over his shoulder as he kept his kissing, sucking and biting going on your core. You were squirming and moaning as loudly as Bucky wanted. “Such a good girl, listening to everything I say and moaning.”

“Shit, Bucky I-” you grab his hair and before you could even tell him, the knot in your stomach breaks and you gush all over his face as he laps it all up. He licks and sucks you through your orgasm and with a final kiss on your clit, he looks up. He has you dazed and splayed out on the bed. You attempt to get up to touch his cock but he shakes his head. “Not today, honey. Today I want you. Next time, you can have as much as you want.”

You let your hands travel all over his body. He aligns himself against your core. “I will go in slow. Tell me if you want me to stop and I will pull away. Okay?” He looks at you in question and you nod. “Words, honey, I need words. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He slowly puts his bulbous tip in and your back arches a little. He slowly lets himself in and you let out a slow delicious moan. When he is completely inside you, he waits for a few seconds but your walls are crushing his cock without any movement.

“Fuck honey, you are squeezing me already. You'll make me cum just like this.” Bucky lowers himself and starts sucking on your neck on the sensitive area.

“For fuck’s sake, Bucky, move.” You let out a breathy moan and he starts moving. His pumps are gentle, slow. It's as if he wants to tease you. “Bucky.” You whine.

“What is it, honey? What do you want?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. If you weren't so hot, bothered and dazed, you would have pushed him down.

“Move, Bucky, please.” You beg. He looks you in the eyes and you see a glint of mischief. This little-

“I am moving, honey. What more do you want?” Bucky thrusts in you even slower and you whine. Your eyes water and the tears trickle down. Bucky reaches down and licks your tears up, leaving a trail of kisses.

“Bucky-” But you are cut off by a sudden hard thrust in you. You moan his name loudly and grip his biceps even tighter.

“Is this what you want, honey? Do you want me to fuck you hard?” He pulls out to push back in harder and you mewl, arching your back.

“Yes Bucky. I want you to fuck me hard and fast.” You move your hand to grip his ass as he gives you another hard thrust.

“My good girl. Saying words. I will reward you by doing exactly what my good girl wants.” His praises make you clench around his cock and he moans loudly, burying his face in your neck. “Fuck, honey! You like that, huh? Me calling you a good girl turns you on, doesn't it?”

Without wasting anymore moments, he starts thrusting into you harder and faster. He takes your mouth in his, subsiding the moans and whimpers. You are gripping onto his back, leaving red marks on him. He’s sucking on your neck and breasts, leaving bite marks all over.

“Bucky, I'm cumming. Please.” You arch again and his thrusts start to get sloppy. “I am cumming too, honey. Together, yes?” He circles your clit with delicacy and you mewl. Within seconds, you both cum and he fills you to the brim. Your gush is leaking down his balls and he rides your orgasm with you.

He falls to the side and slowly removes himself from you. Bucky moves stray hair from your face and kisses your forehead, before going to the bathroom and bringing out wet washcloth. He wipes you clean and goes back to the bathroom. You try to stand up to go pee but your legs wobble and you sit back down on the bed. You hear a slight snicker from Bucky and you give him a playful glare. He lifts you up effortlessly and sits you on the toilet.

“Call me when you're done. I don't want you to get into a bathroom accident.” He chuckles at his statement and you flip him off, closing the bathroom door. You hear him laugh.

You pee and clean yourself up before carefully opening the door. Your legs were still a little wobbly. But just as you cross the bathroom door, Bucky scoops you up and lays down on the bed with you tucked snugly beside him.

“This is unfair. How come you get to wear your bottoms but i have to stay naked. It has to be two sided.” You snuggle in deeper as you try to remove his pants.

“Is that your way of getting me out of my pants? Because it's working, honey.” He removes his pants and the two of you are naked again. Sleep catches on and you drift off with Bucky’s arms around you. You swore you heard him say something about love but you let it go.

………………….

Alpine was in labor and Bucky isn't home yet. Your relationship with Bucky had shifted drastically. Now he would not hesitate to cuddle up to you at any chance he got. He would even make you sit on the bed to work so he could sit behind you and keep his hands on you. You loved it. You never realized you were so much into physical touch till Bucky came along. You would let him manhandle you into positions he saw fit for snuggling.

Charcoal was pacing and you kept on calling Bucky. You didn't know what to do. You called the vet and they said the labor takes a while so you still had time to bring Alpine to the hospital. The door unlocked and Bucky walked in. you sighed in relief but before you could tell him what’s going on, Charcoal started meowing loudly at him as if lecturing.

Bucky looks at you and you nod at everything Charcoal was meowing about. “I know you can understand him, honey but what’s wrong? Why is the thug yelling at me?” You explain everything to Bucky and he immediately tries to go near Alpine, only to be stopped by Charcoal. Bucky looks at you exasperatedly.

You shake your head and take Alpine in your arms. You pat Bucky’s hand and gesture Charcoal to come and he reluctantly comes into his arms. “This is ridiculous. I am her father and I have to carry this hooligan. He won't let me touch my own daughter! This is shit!” he still carries Charcoal carefully and you all drive to the vet.

After hours of waiting and calming Charcoal down, Alpine is blessed with twin kittens. You and Bucky look at them with such adoration. Bucky had tears in his eyes. He praises Alpine for being so calm during this time and finally gets to pet her. Charcoal is curled up near the kittens and lets out a soft purr as you pet him.

With good enough instructions, all six of you go back to the apartment. It had started to feel smaller. Bucky kept on looking at you as you sang to the kittens in a very soft voice. He had been on the fence about his decision but seeing you like this made his belief even stronger.

……………….

Bucky woke up on a good long weekend with you naked in his arms. Last night must've tuckered you out. He goes to the bathroom to wash up and sees the marks you left on his back. He smiled proudly. He washes up and starts prepping for pancakes. You emerge from the bathroom, all washed up, wrapped in a towel for him to see. He groans and marches after you in the bedroom and locks the door. Looks like the day is going to have to start a bit late.

Bucky asked you to wear his favorite sundress. You were sitting in the car in front of another apartment building. You were nervous. You had plans today for him but Bucky seemed too enthusiastic to show his plans to you today. He opens your door and you walk in the apartment building with his arms around you.

He clicked a good enough top floor in the elevator. You were moved in front of him as he nipped at your neck. You swatted at his hand on your waist and he let out a breathy chuckle. Just as you arrived at the floor, Bucky dragged you to one of the four apartments. He started showing you around. It was barren for the most part but it looked very expensive.

“What do you think about this place, honey?” Bucky wraps himself around you as you gaze down the wall to the ceiling window.

“It is very gorgeous, Buck but why are we looking at this place?” You turn around in his arms and face him. He’s looking down at you and pecks your lips.

“I want us to live here together, honey. With kitties and all. I love your place but even you are finding it a hard fit. This is very spacious for us all. And, we can entertain our friends without our babies being disturbed. What do you say?” He looked at you hopefully.

You had been thinking about getting a new place but Bucky finding something so fantastic and considering every option got your heart racing. You wrap your arms around him and lean up to kiss his chin. “I love it.”

Bucky lets out a sigh of relief and lifts you up to spin you. “Shall we christen the new place?” He wraps your legs around his waist and moves to a wall. He kisses your lips and makes his way down to your neck and breasts.

You swat at his back, making him halt. “You're insatiable. As much as I love the idea, let's not do that right now. Maybe after we move in.” He sighs and lowers you down, pecking your lips and making you giggle. He walks a bit away from you and shoves his hands in his pockets.

“I have something else to ask you. Well, since our babies have babies together and since we are living together, will it be okay if we stay together as a married couple?”

Bucky asked it with such ease. He didn't stutter, he didn't seem anxious, he just asked. You did not expect a grumpy, beefy 6 foot something of a man who never talked to anyone except grunts and growls, just very easily asked you to marry him. WITH THE SAME SPEECH THAT YOU WERE GONNA GIVE.

“What the fuck, Bucky? Did you go through my notes on my phone?” That was the first thing that came to you instead of giving an answer.

He shrugged and walked to you. He slipped his hand out of his pocket and held out a ring. It was a simple gold band with a delicate diamond on top. “Well, you have always initiated our relationship and I wanted to initiate something this time. I've been wanting to marry you since you first claimed I was a kidnapper but now that I saw you were ready, I wanted to propose in our new place.” He, very casually, slipped the ring on your finger.

“Bucky! You romantic son of a bitch! Now what the fuck am i supposed to say?” Your voice might have grown louder but it also got wobbly. You, very gently, hit your left hand on his chest.

“You can give me the ring in your purse and we can go back home to consummate our engagement. How does that sound?” You gape at him.

“How do you know about the ring? Did you snoop again?” You pulled out the ring box you had snuggly kept in between the chains. You bring out the simple gold band and push it down Bucky’s ring finger a little too hard. He winces but smiles widely at you.

“I didn't need to snoop, honey. You always keep your things laying around in the open. It's a wonder how that ring box hasn't been turned into a toy by our cats.” He pulls you in a hug and kisses your forehead. “This is perfect. Us, our new home and our babies.”

................................

request/ask for this fic is open

[dimonds456-art]

Chapter 1: The Mystery of the Missing Brother

Also under the cut for y'all without an AO3

Enjoy, leave me notes to give me powers

Summertime in New Jersey was meant to be spent outside. There were the beaches, the boardwalks, the sun, the trees to climb, the ice cream to eat- sitting inside doing nothing was eating Stanford alive. Typically, he'd prefer to be inside rather than out, but today itself wasn't typical. It wasn't a normal day and he couldn't keep still. He wanted to be doing something, but he wasn't sure WHAT to do. 

Typically, when he was inside, he could just read. He had plenty of fantasy books to get through. The thing was, though, that he'd tried that already, but he couldn't focus on the words. They kept fading into the background as worry overcame him instead. He wasn't even sure what was happening in the book anymore, despite having to reread paragraphs multiple times. He was pretty sure there was a chameleon? That was about it.

He was supposed to be back by now. Ma had said he'd be back before Ford knew it. So where was he?

Ford heard the grandfather clock in the house strike noon, and with a flurry of motion, he slammed the book closed beside him on the floor and sprang to his feet- out the door, through the hall, and over to the table their Ma always sat at when giving people fortunes. She was currently on the phone with someone, twirling the cord between her fingers. 

As soon as she saw Ford enter the room, her posture changed. She went from relaxed and casual to tense. She looked away quickly, grabbing at the cord while her foot bounced. Her tone remained exactly the same, and she tried to remain in the same casual, laid-back pose Ford had found her in, but one more glance at him had her stiffening.

Ford stopped, waiting for her to finish. He knew better than to interrupt her, despite the rolling anxiety doing flips in his chest. He crossed his arms, tapping his fingers at the sleeves on his jacket as he studied the floor. 

Wood. Dark oak, maybe? No, that'd be too fancy. Maybe he could ask Ma? Well not right now but at some point later? Maybe? He heard somewhere once that you could tell how long a tree lived based on the rings it had, so would he be able to figure out how old their flooring was? Maybe he could figure out the exact birthday of the trees themselves, wouldn't THAT be something? 

"Yes, I predict your date will be much better now," Ma said into the receiver. "Good day to you." She reached over and set the phone down with a little click! before turning to Ford. "Stanford, did you need something, hon?"

"Yeah." Ford grabbed at his sleeves. "You said Stanley would be back soon," he exclaimed. "It's noon, Ma, and he's still not here! Where is he?"

Ma took in a deep breath, looking away. "I… I'm sorry, Stanford. Stanleys not here. He's…" She trailed off. 

"What? He's what?" The anxiety was only climbing. She knew something, didn't she? Why wasn't she telling him?

Last night, she'd told Ford that Stanley was going off with a friend to make Ford a surprise, and that he'd be back early this morning. When Ford had woken up and Stanley wasn't there, he'd initially assumed his brother was playing hide and seek to scare him or something. But then Ford couldn't find him. He'd searched the whole house, and nothing. Ma said he just needed extra time. How much time did he need?

Ma sighed. "I needed to try and find some way to tell you. He's… Stanley's not coming home."

Ford blinked up at her. "WHAT?!" Did he run off with that new best friend he has, apparently?? Did he get stuck in a sewer somewhere? Fall out of a tree? Did someone come and take him away? Did he get kidnapped by a time traveler?!

"I know, I know, I shoulda told you before," Ma continued. She looked… sad. She wouldn't look at Ford, instead opting to examine a picture on the wall. Well, a picture frame. It was empty now. "He's not coming home and I didn't know how to tell ya." She paused, then took a deep breath. "Stanford, your brother-"

"Ran away." Heavy footsteps entered the room. Ford turned to look as his father stepped through the doorway. He was still wearing those glasses of his, dressed up nice for the shop. His stern expression hadn't changed at all- he could have been telling them it was storming outside, the neighbors came to visit, or that they got a new puppy and that face never changed. "He left last night."

"No…" Ford shook his head. "No, that's not true! If he was gonna run away, he would have told me about it." He balled his hands into fists, swinging them up and down anxiously. "We'd have gone together!"

Pa didn't react aside from tilting his head down a bit more to look at his son. "Well maybe he got tired of always sticking up for you." 

Ford shrunk back in on himself, subconsciously tucking his fingers away under his arms in a self-hug. 

"Filbrick!" Ma shot him a glare. 

Without a word, the man turned and walked back out of the room, footsteps retreating down the hall. Ma moved to stand, but a sharp ringing gave her pause. The phone's shrill cry was loud, but Ma ignored it. She pushed herself up and stormed after her husband instead. Ford watched as his mom passed, watching her with wide eyes.

"Filbrick Pines, you do not get to talk about our little boy like that!"

"He's not our kid anymore, Caryn." 

"That's not true."

"Not our problem anymore, either." 

"Filbrick!"

That was it. Ford spun around and bolted back to their room. Not his. It would always be their room. Unless…? 

No. No, it didn't make sense. Stanley wouldn't just run away without saying anything! That didn't sound like him at all! 

Ford slammed the door, stomping over to the bed and throwing himself on the bottom bunk- Stan's bunk. It was neat- the pillow was fluffed and where it was supposed to go, the blankets were made, and most of the toys had been cleaned off of it. Stan almost never cleaned his bed, and he certainly wouldn't have fluffed the pillow. Ford grabbed at it, burying his face in the fabric. He looped his arms around it so it covered his face, then grabbed at his hair instead.

"Not true," he grumbled to himself, muffled by the pillow. "He wouldn't just disappear like that. He wouldn't!"

He groaned. This wasn't helping. He had to think this through.

Pushing himself up, he moved his hands under his glasses to run them down his face. "Okay. Okay, logic. Stanley got a bad grade in school, and Pa yelled at him for it. Grounded him. He was sent outside to wash the windows all weekend, and I wasn't allowed to help him."

He began to pace, making his way around the room as he rambled aloud to himself. He'd found that speaking like this helped him get his thoughts in order, especially if he was overthinking something. Stan always told him to talk through it, and it seemed to help. Made the thoughts more real- and if they were real, they could be studied. Made it easier to see which were more likely. 

Now, he walked circles around the cluttered room, eyes scanning their shared collection warily. "Pa didn't say why- he never does, why would he now- and then…" he stopped. "Maybe he's mad at Pa? So he ran off to make him feel bad?" That had some logic to it, but Stan had been mad at their father before and he'd never done anything like this. It didn't really seem like something he'd do. 

"Or," Ford began, circling again, "he was washing the windows and that friend Ma mentioned came by and distracted him, and he got in trouble, so when he was given more work, he decided running away was easier." That was more like Stan. He was usually quick to drop responsibilities or take shortcuts, and without Ford there to stop him, he probably got carried away.

"Or maybe," Ford continued, holding up a finger, "someone saw him in the window and thought he was for sale, and when they went to buy him he ran away! Then Pa saw him running and he thought Stan just ran away." He snapped his fingers, as if he were really onto something here. "Then, he got taken by a griffin!" 

Yeah. Logical. 

Ford sighed, pausing his pacing to push the butts of his palms into his eyes. This wasn't helping. "It doesn't matter," he reasoned. "Stan's gone. He's gone and that's that. It doesn't matter how it happened, right?" He stopped, eyebrows raising. He looked up, eyeing the singular backpack hanging on the wall. Stan's was missing. 

Ford dashed over to the spot, grabbing his own backpack and unzipping it. It was full of school supplies and books, including the sequel to the book he was reading now (in case he finished early), a different book (in case he couldn't focus on this one), that book's sequel (what if that one was more interesting or easy to read? Can't be too careful), and a notebook. 

Quickly, he dumped everything out as cleanly as he could on the bed. He made sure the books landed upright with no damage to the pages, but that was about as far as caution went. He rifled through it, looking for a note or anything out of place. Paper, paper, homework, pencils, pen, pencil-stabbed erasers- nothing out of the ordinary. 

Fine, then. If Stan didn't leave him a note, he'd write one of his own.

He ripped out a piece of notebook paper and grabbed one of his pens- a sharpie. Old reliable, honestly. He'd used that pen more than Stan chewed on his pencils, and considering that half the trashcan in the corner was full of broken writing utensils, that was saying a lot.

"He wouldn't wanna do this alone," Ford reasoned to himself as he wrote. "So he must be waiting for me somewhere. And I'm gonna find him."

Mind made up, Ford rushed around the room. He grabbed his notebook and all his pencils and pens again, stuffing them in his bag. Sadly, he bid goodbye to his books. He could always find them again in a different library, anyway. Instead, his backpack was to be filled with only the essentials.

He opened their clothes drawer to find more things missing- Stan's favorite shirt, a pair of shorts, some socks, and underwear were all gone. Ford grabbed his own favorites, giving himself an extra change of clothes in case he needed it. 

From there, he sat down. What would he need out there? He had clothes, he had shoes, he had notebooks, uhh…

Tools! 

He knew his father had tools in the house somewhere, and he also knew that the guy never actually used them. Unless Stanley broke something, there was never any need, and, well, that wasn't happening any time soon, it seemed. So he wouldn't even notice. Yeah. 

Ford quietly opened the door. He could still hear his parents down the hall, and quickly shut out whatever they were on about. He didn't wanna hear it.  Besides, he had a mission. He gently lowered a foot forward, and when a bomb didn't go off, he took another step, then another, then another. Slowly, he crept down the hall towards the stairs.

Before he got there, though, he passed the bathroom. He paused, looking in the open door. Of course. Toothbrush. 

He pushed the door open all the way before shutting it again. He grabbed his toothbrush (noticing again that Stanley's was missing, which was… weird. Did Stan take it with him?), toothpaste, and a hairbrush. Before turning back around, though, a thought occurred to him. They were gonna be outside, and they were gonna get hurt a lot. Ma always kept the band-aids nearby, and when Ford opened the cabinet under the sink, sure enough, there was a box right there.

He tucked it into his backpack and began picking his way closer and down the stairs once again. 

Now on the bottom floor, Ford worried less about making noise. For all his father knew, he was just a customer wandering the display cases. He quickly made his way over to the office, where he knew the toolbox was. Sure enough, tucked onto a shelf, was the last thing he needed before they left. 

Reaching in, Ford quickly grabbed out a hammer, a screwdriver, and a flashlight. Hammers were good for hitting stuff, screwdrivers could be used like a pick, and flashlights were always good to have. The other tools didn't seem as important. What could they use a tape measure for? Not much, he thought.

Was that everything? Ford closed the door to his father's office behind him as he mulled the question over. He tried to picture himself and Stanley, roughing it out on the open road with nothing but their backpacks and each other. He was pretty sure Stan knew how to light a fire (he'd been near them enough for some of them to be his doing, right?), so from there they'd just needed… uhh…

Oh, right. Ford smacked himself in the forehead. Food. 

Quietly, he crept back upstairs. His parents were still going at it, though it sounded like Ma was becoming more and more sad. Pa just sounded the same. Inwardly, Ford's anxiety surged. Sounded like they were almost done.

Quickly, as quietly as he could, Ford scampered over to the dining room table. On it was a little bowl of apples- green ones, specifically. Ford quickly grabbed a couple and then tied them up in a tablecloth. Then, finally, he ran to their room, grabbed the mast from a homemade boat model they'd been building on and off, and tied the little bag to the top. 

One last thing to do, then. He clutched the note close as he left the room, tip-toeing to the table one last time. He left it next to the apples, then scampered down the stairs and out the door.

If Stanley was gonna run away from home, then so was Ford. All he had to do now was find him.

Dear Ma and Pa, 

I know you said Stanley ran away, but I can't let him do that by himself. I'm gonna go find him, so we can run away together! We're probably gonna go sailing, so if you need us, check the ocean first. Lots to discover out there!

I had to leave my books here. Tell Mrs Dunn I'm sorry in case I can't return them myself. I'm also gonna try to keep going to school, so don't worry about that! I'll get Stanley to go with me, too. 

Love you! - Stanford

Notes:

Zpssf Zahumvyk, ol'z illu kljlpclk Aopunz hylu'a xbpal hz aolf zlltlk Vu khyr yvhkz huk aoyvbno aol iyhjr Ol qbza dhuaz av ohcl opz iyvaoly ihjr Whjrhnl klhs- kv uva zlwhyhal Lszl ivao dpss tlla alyypisl mhalz Iba aoha'z h zavyf P ullku'a ylwlha Av johunl aolpy mhalz, Mvyk ohz vul dllr

[brett-is-afraid]

Do you know anything but the Wilbur allegations? I just saw somethings on Twitter and Wilbur also responded

Yeah. So, here's a rundown of the situation so far for anyone who might've missed it or might not know. Each link is going to include a specific timestamp for what was said. TW for detailed abuse

Shubble went live (she begins talking about it at 3:38) and talked about abuse she had experienced from another creator. She talked about how her silence was "only keeping someone else's peace" so she opened up about it.

She specifically did not name any names and stated she was talking about it to help avoid someone else being in the same situation.

She says that in the beginning, he had expressed that he had a tendency to bite and that he'd made sure she was okay with that because he "didn't want her to come back later and say he abused her." And that she had agreed because he had never hurt her, but it had become more often that he bit too hard and hurt her. But that he always seemed, "genuinely sorry" and that they would develop a safeword.

She stated that he would bite her in front of others and that she would have to laugh it off because she was embarrassed.

She specifically talked about being bitten by him and that she had communicated that it was too hard, that she did not like it. She says she was met with him blaming it on her, saying it was her pain tolerance or that she was being dramatic. She states that he would later show off the bruises to their friends and joke that it looked like he abused her. She also states that he would poke at her bruises while they hurt.

She said she had asked him to stop and he said, "this is who he is and he wasn't going to change."

She said he also would constantly contradict himself and would fight her on it sometimes, telling her that he didn't do/say certain things.

She also said he would weaponize the safeword to make sure she was hurting, ignoring their safeword and biting harder for "just a second before letting go" or grinding his teeth down and smile after.

She said she'd express her anxiety to him and he would always reassure her.

She also said she believes he lovebombed her a lot at the beginning and that he'd make really huge romantic gestures. (Calling her his soulmate and writing love letters, etc.)

She stated she'd caught him in lies before, but it had always seemed like it was small things and she didn't address it. He then lied about big things and had been caught by his friends.

She said he insisted he didn't want to break up and expected her to have solutions, but he refused to compromise. And she said he would flaunt that he'd never prioritize her over anything.

He also allegedly stated that he would never prioritize her over anything that would give him more fame and money, admitting that he'd grown to resent her and that was the final push she needed to leave.

She said when they broke up, they'd agree to be friends and that he said he could never imagine not speaking to her again. And then he never talked to her except for when she needed things back. She also said he threw away hundreds of dollars worth of her things.

She said that once, he pinned her down and had her try to get away. When she couldn't, he made that point that he was stronger and she wouldn't be able to fight him back.

She also mentioned that he lived in a really filthy place and that she felt bad for him, believing that he just didn't know how to clean and needed someone to help him. She then states that she found out he had said that he didn't bother cleaning when she wasn't there because he would just wait for her to do it (which she only found out about after they broke up).

She said she did all the cleaning, laundry, paying for all the paper towels/soap. As well as food more than half the time.

She said she also paid for all the tickets and he never offered to pay after the very beginning. She said she also told him that she couldn't afford it and that he never traveled out to see her. He then agreed to pay for the cat sitter and did it once, and never again in the next months they dated.

Shubble never confirmed it was Wilbur, but Wilbur made a statement on it which can be found on his Twitter account.

He stated that allegations had come from an ex-girlfriend and while he claimed that he did not know he was abusing her, that he thought the behavior was consensual. He claimed he had messages that he believed proved it was, but chose not to publish them "out of respect for her."

He stated he was sharing his side to offer his perspective, but not to diminish or invalidate her.

He stated he recognized she felt her and that he wanted to apologize for it, that he had begun therapy and had made changes, committing himself to earning and maintaining trust from those around him.

[Image description in alt ids]

Neither have provided any visual proof or receipts to accompany their side of the story, despite Wilbur claiming to have it. Shubble has also not released any messages that may support her claims, although she never claimed to have them.

Other content creators have spoken about it.

Tubbo said he wanted to wait until Wilbur stated his side and that his response made him angry. He stated people might think he's biased for Wilbur, but they haven't spoken in private often. He also stated the response was "fucking vile" and that Wilbur made it about him. And that people in chat don't have any place in his chat if they're defending domestic abuse and he wants them to unfollow him. That he fully supports watching Shubble for more context.

Niki also spoke about it and stated,

"I see that people expect me to say something about the situation. Truth is that I was freshly 18 years old when I met him, while I did not see a problem with it back then I can now see how harmful he was to my young self and how damaged I am from that time. my time in the uk had some of the darkest moments of my life (and I think people can tell from the way I used to act on stream) I still can’t think too much about everything that happened back then without shaking and I don’t want to, I always felt so unheard whenever I brought up any situation regarding that time. I don’t want to say more as I don’t want to make this situation about myself."

Hannah also encouraged people to support Shubble and that she avoided unfollowing Wilbur at first because she didn't want to out who her abuser. But she has now unfollowed him.

Aimsey also stated Wilbur was not canceled, he was an abuser.

Badlinu also stated he had seen Wilbur be manipulative numerous times.

Billzo also added that he'd also seen Wilbur intimidate and manipulate his friends

As far as I'm aware, that's all that's happened as of now.

Sidenote: this is not an invitation for discourse or me trying to tell anyone how they should feel/react on said situation. This is just me trying to give an objective view of what's happened, please do not start discourse on this post/blog. As always, I will not publish any negativity about any creator as that is not what this blog is for.

[razzle-n-dazzle]

Could you possibly write some yummy dating headcanons for Lucifer 👀

ᯓ★ "They see right through me, can you see right through me?" Lucifer Morningstar / Reader | Headcanons

ᯓ Lucifer Morningstar, king of hell himself, the bringer of sin upon the mortal plan!- Was not exactly how you expected him to be. You had expected to be greeted by this tall, looming figure that took up the room like poisonous gas and made his presence known. This looming figure who could crush any sinner, or even Deadly sin, under his fist without remorse. Lucifer; someone who strikes fear where ever he goes. Yet, now he stood in front of you, not looming or crushing down the hotel, rather simply standing and having issues with Alastor for protecting his daughter.

ᯓ The king of hell himself was not as all as you pictured, even after seeing photos of him littered around the hotel from Charlie.

ᯓ Well, for one, he was short, much shorter than you had thought. And secondly he gave off this vibe that was not threatening in the least, if it weren't for his name and status you were sure no one would afraid of such a small man. He stunk of insecurity and anxiety, and a hint of depression, and you were sure he was going to break down any moment while he toured the hotel with his daughter.

ᯓ And yet, you found that oddly compelling.

ᯓ Who wouldn't be interested in the king of hell himself, and even more so when he appeared as least threatening as possible? You weren't sure if it was a facade or some sort of spell just to appear as 'human' as possible, maybe to keep from scaring people, but you had to find out. The curiosity just itched at you, and Husk pointed it out rather rudely as he noticed you were staring at the demon lord himself: "Don't fucking tell me you're falling for the king of hell!" Husk whisper-shouted to me as Charlie lead Vaggie, Lucifer, and a (reluctant) Alastor towards the rooms of the hotel. You would jump in your seat, quickly whipping your head around to stare at Husk. Embarrassed, you would whisper-yell back, "What? No! I just expected him to be more-" You paused, trying to find the words that seemed just at the tip of your tongue. "Threatening?" Angel Dust tried to finish your thought. "More of a Bad boy?" Nifty came in quickly after. "Your type?" Husky amused himself. "Yes, no, and ew!" You responded properly, glaring at Husk at his suggestion. He would simply shrug and walk off, going to grab some cheap beer from below the counter; his personal stash.

ᯓ What you hadn't known at that time was your curiosity was the beginning of a start of chain reactions. Isn't it so silly how one small interaction can completely change your life, forever?

ᯓ You didn't get to talk to Lucifer that day, he left before you even got the chance; Either way, you were sure he wouldn't give you much attention even if you attempted to. He was there to help his daughter, not talk to the souls that were trying to 'reform' and escape 'hell'... which now you think about could be a little insulting to the king of hell himself.

ᯓ The second time you would meet Lucifer is when he was helping Charlie rebuild the hotel after the Cleansing; Something you hadn't been apart of due to having to deal with personal business. To say you were shocked to see the hotel in ruins while being built up from basically nothing, would be an understatement.

ᯓ You were baffled.

ᯓ "Hey, up here!" Charlie would call to you from atop the hotel, helping her dad fix up some lights since the rest of the hotel was being worked on by Alastor and the others. "Glad to see you made it through the cleansing." "Charlie.. what the fuck happened?!" You would shout back, glancing around at the rubble from the old hotel that laid in rot. Your eyes would find their way back up to her, and subsequently her father. Charlie would only laugh softly, rubbing the back of her neck. She shouted something about what had happened, a brief summary, before asking if you wanted to help rebuild the hotel. Specifically adding how they could, "Use and extra pair of wings." Which seemed to make Lucifer stop in his tracks. At least, a little, you didn't fail to miss the way he jutted back a bit due to his wings from, what seemed like, shock. "Uh! I'll help down here, Charlie, if you don't mind." Nerves kicked up in you as she suggested such a thing. You hoped you wouldn't upset Charlie by offering to work down with Husk and Angel, yet she only grinned and gave you a thumbs up before handing Lucifer another light bub.

ᯓ You were quick to scamper away after that, attempting to cover your face with your hand as you did so. Though, even as you entered the hotel, you could feel Lucifer's eyes burning down at you.

ᯓ Sure, he piqued your interest and you wanted some of his attention, but his stare was something else and it made you want to sink and die into the floor. It was that intense.

ᯓ Luckily, you were able to help Angel and Husk on the lower levels in peace for quite a while. It was only when the Hotel was completely done did you run into Lucifer again. Actually, you quite literally bumped into him as you turned to go check on Charlie and he just happened to be right there. Right behind you. Standing there like he wanted to talk to you but didn't know how and wow did that make it awkward when you met his eye.

ᯓ And wow how Husk and Angel did not make the situation any better as they stared, before shuffling off like it was some sort of private moment between couples. You saw how Lucifer's eyes stuck to you, the slight panic that wrapped around his pupil as he tried to put on a confident front with a grin. Though no amount of smiling would ever over up the fact you were sure he hasn't socialized with anyone for a good few years. "Lucifer!.. Sir how can I help you?" You tried to act smooth, and somewhat calm for the both of you; Hoping to get this conversation either moving and over with, or at least started so you didn't have to sit in the awkward and tense atmosphere. Lucifer would stare at you in silence, and you were sure he was chewing over multiple wild thoughts in his head. Though the minutes dragged on and as you attempted to address him again, to get some sort of cog working in his brain, he would blurt out: "Did you fall from heaven?"

ᯓ Shit well that was personal and right to the fucking point!

ᯓ While you could lie to the King of Hell himself, you thought it would be best not to risk your life right now. Especially not when Lucifer was staring at you both like a curious kid and a murderous overlord.

ᯓ "Yes...?"

ᯓ For some reason, that was your common link. A shared experience of falling out of heaven, falling down from grace and into a world pooled with Sin, that set off Lucifer wanting to know you more. So small meeting at the hotel turned to longer meetings, turned to small meeting outside the hotel to longer meetings, and you weren't sure when or how it all happened at first. Yet, sooner or later, all you knew was that brisk, nervous hand touches turned to hand holding, turned to small and brief hugs, turned to longer hugs of longing, turned to you kissed Lucifer on the cheek one night as a goodbye...

ᯓ Eventually turned to him being, willingly, pushed up against your bed on the floor as you straddled him, kissing his lips with such passion you were sure Asmodeus would be jealous.

ᯓ And the events that followed such a kiss surely made the situationship a little more awkward in the morning. Especially since you woke up naked, covered in the dozens of blankets that were stacked on your bed, cuddled up to Lucifer. And it was even more awkward when he had woken up as well to your shared position.

ᯓ Upon catching Lucifer's eye for a short while, you were quick to let out a shocked sound and shuffle away from him quickly, raising the blanket up with you as you sat up on the bed. You noticed the way it squeaked, signaling a few springs had been loosened or the bedframe had became weaker. "Fuck.." You would mutter, raising a hand to your forehead as you stared down in conflicted parrel at your bedsheets. You could hear the bed squeak as Lucifer slowly sat up, and you were sure he was looking at you with their brilliant eyes; Those eyes you so very much adore but know couldn't be yours. It wouldn't be right. Charlie was helping you redeem yourself and you couldn't go and stab her in the back by sleeping and getting with her dad! Panic rose in you as you turned to Lucifer, keeping your blanket over your naked form, "Lucifer, please tell me we didn't!- We couldn't have..." You couldn't fail to notice the way Lucifer's eyes widened, shock mixing with the concern he had. The concern that had made him start to reach out for you, to ask if you were alright, yet the hand that also stopped short as you looked oh so terrified at him. Did he hurt you somehow and didn't know? Such a thought shattered his heart. "I.." Lucifer tried to find the words in his head, but they dropped short. He glanced away from you as a frown slowly inched on his face, and he really couldn't meet your eyes. "I'm sorry..."

ᯓ You would sit there, staring as Lucifer with complete horror as your eyes slowly shifted down to the bed and then the blankets again as you realized what you had done. You had hooked up with Charlie's father after everything she had done for you. You had been, quiet literally, going out on dates with him and falling in love with the King of Hell himself behind Charlie's back! How could you do such a thing to Charlie?! How could you be so stupid in meeting Lucifer more than what was required to explain that you had fell from the grace of Heaven and ended down here? How fucking stupid, how idiotic, how much of a cretin do you have to be to do something like that to Charlie?! You didn't notice how the tears began to form in your eyes until you felt Lucifer's hand upon your cheek. The feeling of his thumb brushing to clear your hot tears as he slowly turned your face towards him. Slowly made you look at your mistake. And yet, he didn't seem fearful at this moment. Even while you choked back your sobs, he simply only cupped your other cheek and drew your face to him to connect your foreheads. You would shake your head, placing your hands on Lucifer's wrists in an attempt to draw away from him in shame.

ᯓ And his insecurities inside him screamed at him to let you do so; They bombarded him with the fact that he had done something wrong and made you cry, something he swore he would never do. Yet why, even while his mind was screaming at him to let you go, did he still hold you to him?

ᯓ "Hey, hey.. it's okay," The whisper feel out of his mouth before he realized what he was saying, "We're in this together okay? I'm... sorry if I hurt you, but I can't help you fix this if you don't talk to me..."

ᯓ And his gentleness made you crack, a sob escaping your lips no matter how much you tried to choke them down. Your hands slowly slid down, away from his wrists, and held onto where his arms bent. It was oh so every hard for Lucifer to watch you sob in front of him, devastated by something he couldn't fix. Yet he was patient until you were ready to tell him; He held you close and cuddled you, not wanting you to feel alone.

ᯓ Not like he had.

ᯓ It was an awkward conversation, yet a much needed one that allowed for the two of you to start the process of becoming official. You both agreed upon telling Charlie everything before you went on with anything else. So, after clearing both your tears, and putting on proper clothes, Lucifer when to go grab Charlie and take her to a more secluded section of the Hotel to chat.

ᯓ Lucifer, as her parent, agreed to tell her everything and you stood right besides him for support; knowing this couldn't be easy for him. You would feel uncomfortable in his shoes too. Charlie would listen, confused at first, but then surprisingly became rather relived and esthetic.

ᯓ "Oh my Lucifer! Finally!! You know, I noticed you two had a thing for each other and I'm really happy you finally came and told me and that you're making it official!"

ᯓ Safe to say neither of you expected Charlie to be so open to the idea, and she noticed. She would explain how we was happy that you were making each other happy, and while she was kind of sad her parents weren't together anymore she was glad her father could find love again and be happy. She would give Lucifer a hug before giving you one, whispering a quiet "thank you" into your year. A thank you that you knew carried a lot of emotions, some being a mixture of heartbreak, gratitude, and acceptance. You nearly teared up again and squeezed her back.

ᯓ With Charlie's acceptance you and Lucifer began to officially date. Yet, kept it on the downlow as not to attract attention from any of the Sinners in hell, or god forbid anyone else from the Hotel that wasn't Charlie and Vaggie. But honestly, it made you both happy to have each other, public or not.

ᯓ You would move in with Lucifer six months into the relationship, and had to make up a fib story to the other hotel residents how you were going to try and travel Hell; just to see what it had to offer before you went. Only Charlie and Vaggie knew you went to move in with Lucifer and his collection of ducks. And god, did it take a while to help Lucifer clean up and organize his pile; Especially considering that he wanted to stop every 2 minutes when he found a special duck to rant to you all about it. But, you couldn't deny the fact that it was adorable to see him all excited about a rubber duck that was oh so common in the human world.

ᯓ Honestly, Dating Lucifer will be one of the most odd yet fulfilling and loving experiences you have ever had. He's quirky and not exactly in the right mind space, but neither are you, so you both help each other whenever you can. Even if it took a while for Lucifer to truly let you in, and let you see him at his lowest. He was always scared that if you saw him like that, it was cause you to panic and run away and leave him; And that he would never you again and... he just couldn't handle such heartbreak. He wants to keep you safe and protected from everything and anything, and he didn't want you to be forced to see him as someone who needed protecting because of an episode that got bad.

ᯓ Lucifer take a lot of careful work, peeling back the layers of himself that has been cocooned tightly, before you can see the true and raw Lucifer. And yet, you love him all the same, broken or together and whole. And honestly, when that day comes when you do see Lucifer like that and you stick by his side throughout the whole thing, being the shoulder and the rock he needed...

ᯓ That was the day Lucifer knew he wanted no one else as a partner in this immortal life other than you. Because he would be your rock if you are his, and he appreciates you more than anything in this world (maybe expect for Charlie, but you're close!). But honestly, he's so grateful that he manages to be able to go to sleep and wake up to someone like you. Half the time he believes it's some sort of dream that he'll wake up from when he falls asleep... and yet he gets to see your face every morning.

ᯓ It... fills him with hope that the rest of his days in hell won't be lived in a depressive isolation from everyone and everything else. And your presence alone comforts him more than anything.

ᯓ★ A little extra!

ᯓ Lucifer is 100% a cuddle bug, expect him to be around you constantly. Man will be trying to hold your hand, hold your waist, nuzzle into your neck, literally anything to be near and next to you. (Just so he knows you're there, and you're real.)

ᯓ Lucifer defends you with his literal life, like man has no chill when it comes to you and with Charlie. He got a call one day and heard your panicked shouting and was there in literal seconds. Scared the shit out of whoever was trying to fuck with you. Then he picked you up and took you home, literally pampered you for the rest of the day.

ᯓ 100% spoils you. After physical touch and quality time, his next love language is gifting. So expect little trinkets that Lucifer has made to appear somewhere you can see, or given to you by Lucifer himself. He'll also, at times, buy you gifts (expensive and not) if he goes out and sees something you've been saying you wanted for a while or something that just reminds him of you.

ᯓ Charlie begins to see you as a second mother. Of course no one could ever replace her actual mother, but she's glad she had you to go to for girl troubles or gossip tea times.

ᯓ Literally this is the sweetest man ever and he just wants to be love, LOVE HIM. PLEASE!! He will get so flustered and dopey if you sit on his lap and pepper kisses all over his face. He literally will think he's in heaven for a second like, he just loves your fucking attention and is a little bit of a whore for it.

Home | Masterlist

ᯓ★ All posts/fanfictions posted under this blog is owned by @razzle-n-dazzle. Please do not steal, copy, or plagiarize the works! Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated.

[klausysworld]

u write angst so well ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 I'm thinking about one with klaus, but like, something that hurts but it's comforting at the same time

Like him and reader are in a relationship and he travels for some days, reader has depression and during this time she practically can't do anything, cleaning, basic hygiene, cooking, the basic stuff most people do without difficulty. And when he comes back he sees her in this situation and comfort her, giving her a shower, babying her, this fluff stuff

Klaus is one of my comfort characters and, by the way, the speeches he has about life and enjoying like actually helps me a lot with my depression. And u are gold 🥇

Never Alone

Y/n was a sweet girl. She always was.

Growing up she was often full of emotions, crying almost always whether it was because she was too happy or too sad or too angry. However every time her eyes would water, each time her bottom lip would quiver, one of her parents or aunts or cousins would sigh and tell her how annoying she was, how pathetic it was. Her emotions and feelings became ignored, assumed to be overdramatic.

So when she really had something worth crying over, nobody cared to listen. Not a soul would give her even a second. It didn't matter how many times she tried to seriously talk to them, explain she wasn't an oversensitive little girl anymore, she knew what she was feeling and what had happened to her. They didn't care to hear it.

Instead she learned to push any thoughts down or at least aside. If nobody wanted to listen then she wouldn't bother making noise for them to hear.

For a long time, she barely spoke a word.

Most of the time she didn't even really feel anything anymore. She tried to sometimes but she just didn't, couldn't. Life began to feel utterly pointless.

That was when she would spend days in bed, not moving to do a thing. Often she would hope that if she stayed there long enough, maybe she would disappear or if she slept for long enough, maybe she wouldn't have to wake back up. Unfortunately for her, neither of those things happened.

It was fate really that on one of the only days she got dressed and went out that she met Klaus Mikaelson.

Somehow she managed to be in the grill at the wrong time and managed to both witness and experience a supernatural attack. Klaus had thrown Damon across the room which caused him to slam into the wall beside Y/n. Her eyes were wide and she went to walk back out the door but Klaus sped over and grabbed her wrist she she could exit.

"I don't think so sweetheart" he chuckled, pulling her further into the room and she simply couldn't be bothered to struggle. He sat her down in a booth and gave her a fake smile, looking into her eyes and compelling her "Stay still and stay quiet" he ordered before going back and finishing off the rest of the scooby-doo gang.

His eyes flicked back over to the girl he had compelled. Her head lay against the back of her seat and her fingers picked at her lips until the rich scent of her blood reached his nose.

Klaus sped infront of her and he leaned down to pull her hands away, her eyes glanced up at him with anxiety swirling inside of them. His thumb swiped the blood away from her lips and he sucked it off of his skin with a hum. A slither of amusement shone through him as she shifted uncomfortably.

"You can talk now sweetheart, and move as she should please" he told her, interested in her reaction but she barely gave one.

"Can I just go home now please?" She asked, her voice weak and tired. His eyes narrowed briefly before he shrugged and pulled her up.

"Course you can love, come on lets get you back. Point the way" he murmured as he took her outside and placed her infront of him so that she may lead him.

They walked in silence back to her house. She hesitated to go in when the sound of her parents yelling could be heard from where they stood. Klaus observed as she wondered back into the home, her parents oblivious as she slipped past them and up the stairs.

Klaus forgot about her easily, out of sight out of mind.

But then she came into view again, she was sat on the edge of Wickery Bridge with her legs hanging off while she leaned forward daringly.

His brows furrowed and he made his way over. He took a seat beside her, letting his own legs dangle off as well. Again she gave no reaction to his presence, not even when his hand reached out to gently hold her hand. Klaus may not know her or necessarily care for her but he didn't want her life to be seen as a tragedy. He didn't want her to throw what she had away when she could still have so much more.

They sat in silence for some time, sometimes she would swing her legs and lean further forward to see the water below. Each time she shifted closer to falling his grip on her tightened and his gaze hardened.

Later in the night her phone pinged, Klaus glanced to see her mothers name on the screen with a message beneath telling Y/n that neither of her parents would be home for the weekend so she would need to look after herself. His eyes softened as he watched her read the message. Both brows rose on his face when without a care, she tossed the device into the river.

Klaus couldn't help the little laugh that left him as the water splashed and the light from the phone quickly sunk away from sight. His smile died away again as her gaze didn't lift from the deep flowing water and he hesitantly slid his arm around her to secure his hold.

"I'm not gonna jump" she mumbled but he still frowned

"I don't believe you" he whispered honestly and she hummed.

"You don't know me" she muttered and he tilted his head

"Perhaps not yet" he countered but she didn't offer a response. Klaus sighed softly and carefully dropped down from the edge and back onto the rode, his arm stayed around Y/n's waist so that he could pull her back to safety. She huffed in annoyance as he pulled her along with him.

"I don't know who you are or what you are or what you want.." she dragged and he hummed.

"My name is Niklaus, well thats what my father named me however I choose to go by Klaus, I have for centuries. I'm a vampire-werewolf hybrid and what I want is for my family to be calm and collected for one in the thousand years that I have had the privilege to know them" He grinned at her and she stared blankly at him.

"Okay" she mumbled, accepting her fate.

And from that day on, each time he saw her, he would talk at her and pull her along walks with him. He began bringing her back to his house and going through his plans with her, sometimes she would give advice or little comments to put him on a better track and he found her rather helpful when she wanted to be.

Klaus began to notice more and more about her as time went by. Like how she didn't eat much or change her clothes often. He seemed to have to wait forever outside of her house as though no matter what time he came to see her, she had always just woken up.

So he did what he thought would be good.

Klaus set her up a bedroom in his home with a wardrobe of Klaus and a conjoining bathroom which consisted of both a shower and a bathtub.

He caught on quickly that if he wasn't in the house with her then she didn't bother waking up let alone getting up and doing anything. So he started opening her curtains in the morning, gently waking her up and placing some sort of little breakfast item on her lap and a drink on the nightstand while he ran a bath. He'd sprinkle the bath-salts and pour the bath-soak before folding up a towel and hanging it over the radiator.

Then he would wonder back into her room and lift her up. He had discovered that mornings were especially difficult for her to do anything. She wouldn't talk and she wouldn't move. He was lucky that she felt guilty enough to eat the breakfast he fed her, though sometimes she couldn't physically do it and he would encourage her to drink a smoothie so that she had something healthy in her. But every day, without fail, he would carry her to the bathroom and place her onto the heated tiled floor.

"Can you do it yourself sweetheart?" he would ask each morning, his gaze soft and gentle. Sometimes she would be able to and would get undressed and bathe all by herself. Other times she could get undressed and in the bath but would ask him to come back and help her scrub her skin clean. And of course there were days where she just wouldn't respond at all and he would give soft kisses to her head while carefully, respectfully undressing her and helping her into the tub before cleaning her off and lifting her back out to dry her.

There had been one or two occasions when he had been in a rush or a stressed out mood and would end up being a little rude to her. Her eyes would just grow tireder and little tears would gather to them. Guilt would consume Klaus whole and he would push aside whatever was bothering him and apologise to Y/n while helping her get ready before giving her a soft kiss and promising he would be back to check on her.

For a while the most he would do was just a gentle peck on her lips in an act of comfort however as he continued to look after her, he fell in love with her. He would see how long one of his little kisses would last before she would pull away and he would test how far his hands were allowed to wonder before she would let out a whine and curl away.

Time went by quickly, their routine continued. Klaus would ensure she was up and okay, he would go out to fix his problems, return at some point in the day to give Y/n something to eat, sometimes she would have gone for a walk in the garden or be sat with one of his hybrid who were under strict orders to never lay a hand on her, then he would go back out and return a last time. Then she would sit in his art room with a book or a word search or something to occupy her mind while he painted and spoke to her about all the things he had seen that day and which of them he thinks she would have enjoyed. Often they cooked dinner together and then he would take her back to bed and watch a film before departing to his own room.

A few times he would fall asleep beside her with her head on his chest or in his lap as he leaned against the headboard. Neither ever complained or mentioned the arrangement so Klaus began sleeping there more often and would wake his love with a sprinkle of kisses across her cheeks until her pretty eyes would flutter open for him to see.

Things were going quite well until Klaus had to go away for a couple days to speak with some werewolf packs. He had been skeptic and concerned to leave sweet Y/n all alone but he also knew he had his hybrids and asked them to take care of her. He hadn't known that they were unsired at that point and completely forgot the girl even existed.

Y/n hadn't moved from the spot in her bed since Klaus had left two days before. It only took one glance for Klaus to realise this when he returned. His expression changed in an instant and he was pulling the covers off of her, promising her he wouldn't leave her again.

"It's all okay sweetheart, lets get you to the bathroom okay?" He whispered as he carried her in and sat her down on the toilet while running a bath for her to lay in. "I'm gonna get you some water okay?" he murmured before speeding down to the kitchen and grabbing some water and tossing some pasta into a pan with water and turning the stove on before flashing back upstairs.

He placed the glass down on the side and lifted her back up, pulled her clothed off and lowered her into the bath. His fingers gently wiped the tears away that had slipped down her face before pouring some of the warm water over her hair.

"My sweet girl" he cooed softly, his hands lathering her hair in shampoo. "You're going to be just fine" he murmured, rinsing her hair out and combing conditioner through the ends. He reached for the loofa and began washing her body gently, pouring soap over her shoulders and scrubbing it across her soft skin. "Okay sweetheart, stay right there" he mumbled, zipping back to the kitchen and pouring the pasta into the colander and then back into the pan with a jar of tomato sauce before grating some cheese over the top and grabbing a fork. He brought it up and put it on her bedside table before going back to her bathroom and washing the conditioner out before lifting her out the tub and engulfing her in a warm towel and carrying her to her room. He sat her down on the chair by her vanity and stripped her bedding off and tossed i to the laundry basket. Using his vampiric speed her put clean bedding on and then placed her on top the duvet with a kiss to her head. The towel was taken from her and one of his clean shirts was pulled over her head and he carefully pulled her arms through.

"Alright angel, there you are. Nice and clean my lovely, now we're gonna eat some pasta, okay?" he mumbled, placing her cushioned lap tray onto her lap and then the bowl of pasta and her glass of water. "There we go sweetheart" he smiled softly while stabbing some of the pasta onto the fork and hand feeding her.

Once she ate half of it and drank all of her water he took it away and pulled her onto his lap. His arms circled her and she hid her face in his neck before hesitantly whispering, "Klaus?"

"Yes love?" He hummed, stroking her hair

"I need pants" she uttered and he glanced down, remembering he had only half dressed her.

"Of course sweetheart, forgive me" he replied, quickly grabbing some panties and sliding them up her legs to cover her up. "Perfect" he smiled.

"Thank you" she muttered, looking up at him "I'm sorry" she told him but he shook his head.

"No angel, I'm sorry. I should never have left you all alone." he argued, a frown on his face as he kissed her cheeks and stroked her arms. "You feel like going outside today?" he asked kindly and she shrugged.

He nodded silently and carried her out into the garden, sitting her down on the soft grass so that she was surrounded by the flowers. He wondered over to the strawberries growing a little way over and picked a couple before bringing them over to her with a smile. She returned it with warmth and giggled when he held them to her lips for her to take a bite.

He sat down beside her and pulled her into his side. She lay her head on his shoulder and held onto his hand. Klaus rest the side of his face against the top of her head and watched at the trees swayed in the distance.

"I love you Y/n" he whispered, his voice delicate and airy as the words met her ear. Her hand squeezed his and he smiled.

"I love you too" she told him quietly and he kissed her head, she then lifted it to face him and pressed her lips to his. Klaus felt his expression soften as he kissed her back and interlaced their fingers. Their lips parted and he rest his forehead against hers,

"I'll never leave you alone" he told her.

"You promise?" she whispered, her voice shaky.

"I promise."