#she'll sleep on top of you and hiss if you move

[tekstelart]

I am here sooooo humbly requesting sleepy bed head morning Emmrich x Rook 👁️👄👁️ (yes, I have post notifications turned on, and what about it)

There's no such thing as privacy in Thedas

[woso-dreamzzz]

New Year's

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You don't want to sleep

"Come on," Magda groans as you duck under her arm again, sprinting from the living room back into the kitchen," Princesse, let's not play these games."

You're freshly clean, all nice and washed from your bath - though it was debatable if it was truly just your bath because you splashed so much that Magda got soaked too. You can't seem to stop moving.

Magda hasn't even fully got your pyjamas on so you're running around with just your bottoms and no top. You skirt around the table when she approaches and then climb under it when she makes to grab you.

It's a bit embarrassing for her, being outsmarted and outpaced by her under five-year-old. It's even more embarrassing when she looks at the clock and realises Pernille will be home in a few minutes and she's yet to get you all ready for bed like she promised she would.

It's New Year's Eve tonight and Magda and Pernille wanted to get you all tucked up in bed long before any fireworks went off so you would hopefully sleep through it all.

"Can't catch me, Morsa!" You cheer as you duck past her again and scamper off down the hallway.

"But I can!"

You're snatched up into Momma's arms before you even register that she's gotten home. She pulls you up onto her hip and blows a raspberry on your belly.

"You're shirtless!" Momma declares with a laugh," Where's your shirt?"

You give her an innocent look. "Don't know."

"You don't know?" She asks, walking you straight to Morsa, who's waving your shirt at you.

"Morsa!" You groan, suddenly going limp as if that will weaken Momma's grip and allow your daring escape. "I don't want my shirt!"

"Too bad," Momma says," Pyjamas fully on and then bedtime snuggles."

After Morsa wrestles you into your sleep shirt (a big Frido Sweden jersey that your moster gave you when she last visited), she falls back onto the sofa and waits for Momma to bring you over for your bedtime cuddles.

You try to escape but Momma doesn't let you, squishing you between her and Morsa.

"No! No snuggles!"

"Why?" Momma asks," Why no cuddles?"

"Cuddles mean bed!" You complain," I don't want bed!"

"You love bed," Morsa says," And you love night time snuggles."

It's true. She's right. You love snuggles and bedtime but not tonight.

"No!" You declare," Erin said-"

Momma groans good-naturedly. "What has Erin told you now? Is it like the sea thing? Princesse, not everything Erin tells you is true."

You ignore her. "Erin said that it's New Year's Eve and that you've gotta stay up until it's New Year's Day!"

Inwardly, Magda swears as she realises how painful this night is going to be. You can be pretty stubborn when you want to be and she just knows that you won't go down without a fight.

"Okay," Pernille says, much to Magda's horror," You can stay up."

You narrow your eyes at Pernille. "I can?"

"You can."

You immediately scamper off back to your room to grab some of your toys.

"Pernille!" Magda hisses," Why did you say that? We'll never get her to bed!"

"We will." Pernille's confidence is admirable. "She'll crash soon."

Magda watches as you run around with your toys and feels her hope dwindling.

By ten, Pernille's hope dwindles too and she actively begins trying to tire you out. She puts on music and makes you dance with Magda (who almost ends up falling asleep on the sofa), she sits you down and reads story after story after story to you for wind down time. She even manages to trick you into getting your usual pre-bed snuggles but it doesn't help like usual.

"Alright," Magda says eventually after maybe half an hour of a restless nap," I'm turning the tv off."

You whip your head toward her, abandoning the little fort you're trying to make out of the pillows and blankets Momma had tried to use to get you to feel sleepy.

"No!" You say," Millie said-"

Momma groans loudly at that, burying her face in the arm of the sofa.

You give her a strange look before continuing. "Millie said that there's fireworks on the tv when it becomes New Year's Day. Want to watch it."

"Manners, princesse." Momma's voice is slightly muffled but still stern.

"Want to watch it, please." You draw out the last word just to make a point.

Morsa crouches in front of you, pulling you out from your fort. "Alright," She says," Here's the deal. You clean up everything now, take down your fort, put your toys away and..."

"And?"

"And you can come up to the Big Bed."

"Want to watch the fireworks."

"We'll put it on the tv in our room but you have to get everything nice and tidy now."

"Promise?"

She interlocks your pinkies. "Promise."

Much with the same energy as earlier, you zoom around the house. Your fort is packed away in record time and your toys are returned to your room.

In that time, Pernille's gotten over her own exhaustion to head into the kitchen to make you your special sleepytime milk. She doesn't make it often (mainly because buying dried lavender is a pain to find) but it always makes you happy when she does and it sends you right to sleep.

"We should have done this earlier," Magda says as she holds Pernille by the hips and rests her head against her partner's back," I love her but she's so exhausting."

"She's stubborn," Pernille corrects," Like you."

Magda ignores the teasing jab in favour of saying," When did we get so old? We used to stay up until midnight all the time."

"We had a baby," Pernille laughs as she adds some honey to the lavender and milk mix, pouring it all into a sippy cup that you had probably outgrown but refused to get rid of.

"Here comes the baby," Magda mutters when she hears the familiar pitter-patter of your running feet. "Have you put everything away?"

You nod. "Time for the fireworks and the Big Bed?"

"That's right. Take your drink with you."

You dutifully take your sippy cup and run off with it.

"Whatever you're planning," Pernille says," It better work because if she's too keyed up to sleep tonight, it's on your head."

Magda has a plan though so Pernille's threat means nothing to her.

She switches on the tv in their room but also turns the light off. She puts the volume on low and makes sure you're nice and settled between her and Pernille.

"Have a drink," She says as she turns on the countdown to New Year's Day," Come on, princesse. You've been playing for a long time now. Have a sip. Momma will play with your hair if you want."

Pernille gives Magda a look of realisation and slowly cards her fingers through your tresses, scratching at your head every so often to make you feel all floaty and boneless.

You yawn a few times and your eyes slip shut even more but you always catch yourself.

Momma pulls you into her chest the later it gets, moving you from sitting upright to lying down.

It makes you feel a little sleepier and you just shut your eyes for a little bit before the fireworks.

The loud countdown from the tv sounds a little blurry in your ears and even Morsa's little chuckles sound floaty and far away.

"I think she's asleep," She says.

"Right on twelve," Momma replies.

You have to force your eyes open as what Sam told you comes to mind. You still feel heavy with sleep as you move around. "Have to...Have to..." Your head lulls a little bit before you force it up again. "Kisses."

You press a kiss to Momma's cheek and then Morsa's.

"Have to do New Year's kisses," You explain as you get comfortable on Momma's chest again," Have to. Sam says so."

You're drifting off again, completely exhausted and limp, as you feel yourself being moved a bit further up and then the two pairs of lips brushing against both of your cheeks.

You smile.

[fanfiction4sooya]

Double Trouble (G!P Yujin x G!P Gaeul X Fem!R)

To the anon who had this amazing idea, thank you and hope you like it sweet thing! 💖

Warnings are on the following request.

R: Can you write a jealousy fic kinda like the eunbi one but with yujin and gaeul where they get jealous and take it out on reader with rough dp,handcuffs,deep throating, anal and vaginal sex dp and mommy kink;

It wasn't very often that you felt naughty enough to push your luck with your girlfriends. That totally out of ordinary day was fun, pushing past the boys on the MC Countdown show, doing dance challenges, looking way too intensely to Felix, fake blushing whenever he looked at you.

Gaeul and Yujin followed your every move, jealousy dripping in the way they looked at you. They were opposites in everything, perfectly fitting into you in every way possible. (Yes, pun intended)

Whilst Yujin's anger was like a fire that destroyed everything in sight with one touch, Gaeul's felt more like one of those cloudy days with a promising storm in the end.

"She is doing too much" Yunjin said, shaking with that seething jealousy, completely blinded by it.

"Let her have her fun" Gaeul held her hand, pulling her back as she was about to literally snatch you from stage. "She'll forget about this and then we'll have ours" She darkly said, smiling at the tall girl.

You completely forgot about your little sketch a few days prior, peacefully sleeping in Gaeul's bed as she and Yujin were already up, just waiting for you in the kitchen. You woke up, did your morning routine as usual and went down to eat.

"Greetings, earthlings" You said happy as usual, pecking both of them on their lips. They greeted back and your started eating, noticing they were a little too giggly. "What?" You said swallowing a strawberry toast.

"We just planned a surprise for you, baby" Gaeul said ever so lovingly. That took you by surprise and you happily squeaked, you loved surprises!

"Wait, seriously? What is it?" You said, getting up.

"Sure, sweetie" Yujin licked her lips, her eyes lingering on your tits inside your pajamas. "Close your eyes and give me your hands" You instantly did as she said, hearing the small "click", opening your eyes to a pair of handcuffs on both your wrists.

"What's this?" You looked a little bit lost, but still smiled.

"This is your surprise, baby" Gaeul said hugging you from behind, her hard dick pressing against your butt.

"What?" You gulped as Yujin stood in front of you, holding your chin with her big hand.

"Did you really thought we were going to let that little show of yours slide, sweetie?" You gulped, remembering what you did. 'Shit, shit, shit' you thought to yourself. "Answer me" She pulled your face to hers, harshly kissing your lips.

"N-no" You said. "I'm sorry, I was just playing" You said, earning a slap from Yujin, the loud sound scared you more than the slap itself.

"Well, we didn't like your little game" Gaeul came out of nowhere with a pair of scissors, scaring you. "You are ours" She said and Yujin held you still, her bulge very clear on her sweatpants.

"You are going to regret acting like a little slut for everyone to see" Yujin growled as Gaeul cut your pajama's top off of you, the cold air hitting your tits and making you hiss.

Yujin immediately started sucking your nipples, squeezing them harshly, her cock throbbing with need. Gaeul pulled your shorts down, leaving you naked for them. The taller girl pushed you down to your knees.

You knew you were in for a long day, fuck.

"The g-girls..." You tried to reason with them, you were in the kitchen for christ's sake.

"Oh I know you would love for them to see you on your knees for us" Gaeul said, both of the now standing in front of you. She took off her own pants, her cock erect and the tip leaking precum. You gulped, feeling your wetness oozing out of you. "But they are not coming, baby" She jerked herself in front of your face, your tongue immediately going out for you to start sucking her.

"Oh, you are needy now?" Yujin said, lowering herself to get on your eye level, lightly slapping your face. "You are not going to suck anything, baby" She said, going around you and pulling your ass up, your cuffed hands on the floor supporting your weight. You felt her push her cock inside in literally one go and you squealed in surprise. "We are going to fuck your throat, sweetie" She growled on your ear as Gaeul entered your mouth, pushing deep into the back of your throat.

"Fuck" They both said.

They took off, Yujin holding your hips and fully slamming her cock inside of you, not really caring if you were wet or not as if you were just a toy; Gaeul wasn't different, her thick cock hitting the back of your throat as she held your head, pulling you to her. Every time you gagged your pussy clenched on Yujin's lengthy dick.

"You feel so tight, fuck" She said, slamming into you as her eyes closed in pleasure. "Unnie -Fuck- you should feel this" She said, pulling you flush to her. Gaeul was moaning loudly as she saw tears falling from your eyes.

Your jaw hurt, but that was the best feeling ever. You were being taken by them so deliciously you didn't matter getting hurt if it was for their pleasure. You fucked up after all, so it was up to you to fix it.

"Our little fucktoy" Gaeul carressed your face, your hair was a mess already.

"We are going to use both of your holes today, baby" Yujin said on your ear as Gaeul pulled her dick from your mouth so you would breathe. "At the same time" She whispered and you shivered, your pretty cunt holding her dick hard.

"N-no, mommy" You cried out, trying to push them off of you. You never had both of them at the same time, they were both thick and big, how could you?

"No?" Gaeul pouted, lifting your body as she stood behind you. She bent you enough for Yujin to facefuck you as she slapped your ass hard, slamming her dick in you as well.

"Now we are your mommies?" Yujin sped up her pace, you could feel her all the way in your throat. You closed your eyes, cuffed hands placed on her thighs trying to hold her back to no avail, choking on her.

You were shaking, drooling, gagging. A mess as they had their way with your body, groping your tits, pulling your hair. They had been rough before, but never like that.

"I'm gonna cum" Yujin said, closing her eyes as she let her seed on your throat, pulling your head away so it would also fall on your tits, painting your body with her cum. "Mine" She panted as Gaeul kept roughly fucking you from behind, biting your shoulder.

Yujin kissed you marking your neck, being careful not to swipe away her cum from your tits.

"Mommy, please" You looked up at her, doe eyes and all. A saint, for those who didn't actually knew you. "I'm gonna c-cum" You sobbed, holding Yujin's waist so you wouldn't fall face down to the floor, drooling as you started to shake.

"No cumming for you, angel" Gaeul pulled out, slapping her raw cock on your ass as Yunjin made you properly stand. "You'll cum when we say" She kissed you, pulling your hair so you would also kiss the taller woman as she did the same. "Look at her" She pointed your face to Yujin's crotch. "She's hard again, baby" She licked your earlobe. "She's mad at you angel, you made her jealous that day. What do you say to mommy now?"

Your legs were shaking so violently you could barely stand, Gaeul's voice was as hypnotizing as Yujin's dark gaze on your face. Hell and heaven, sun and moon.

"Use me, mommy" You said, dropping to your knees again. "Until you forgive me, please" Pleading, you stroked her cock with your cuffed hands and she closed her eyes, kissing the other woman. "Fill me with your cum, mommies" You did the same for Gaeul, circling your hot tongue on the tip of her length.

"Aren't you cute?" Yujin smiled as she saw you trying to suck both of them at the same time. She pulled her phone from over the table, her camera ready to capture that moment. "I'll make sure to show this to whoever try to fuck you" She said, hissing as Gaeul kissed her neck while you sucked her hard.

"Our little cum dumpster" The other woman said and you whimpered, you loved being degraded by them. "Nothing but a hole for us" She smiled sweetly for you.

They stopped recording, sharing that amused look. You shivered, knowing exactly what to expect next. Yujin dragged you by the hair to the living room, Gaeul already sitting on the couch just waiting.

"Straddle her" She commanded and you whimpered, scared and too excited. "Don't you hear me?" She pushed you to Gaeul's lap, gripping the older's dick and pointing it to your wet slit. The older woman just observed as she pushed your body down, making her fully enter you.

Gaeul was throbbing, her eyes closed as Yujin jerked off at the sight of you split open on your girlfriend's big cock. You were all sensitive as Yunjin already came once and you and Gaeul were being edged, with her holding your orgasm from happening.

"Mommy, fuck" You kissed her, biting her lips as she held your waist to properly slam you on her cock, your clit bruhsing on her abdomen.

You were full on riding her dick as the other went to her bedroom to get lube, coming back jerking herself with it.

"Fuck, you two are hot" She said, her dick twitching in her hand as she poured lube onto your asshole. You shivered, closing your eyes.

"Keep kissing me, baby" Gaeul kissed you, holding your butt cheeks open for the other woman.

Yujin slowly entered you, grunting when little by little she felt you envelope her. You whined on gaeul's lips.

"Oh, god" You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your ass and pussy filled with them. That was actually insanely good, after the first discomfort has passed. "Please mommies, use both my holes" You moaned, trying to move your hips. "Cum in me, please"

You didn't had to tell them twice, as both started to move inside you, groaning and moaning when they felt each other's dicks brush against each other. They were being rough, as yujin fucked down and gaeul upwards, a delicious friction on your g-spot and on your ass.

Gaeul pinched your nipples as Yujin bit your shoulder, the eye contact between them getting you absolutely crazy as you wanted to cum so bad with them. The older one felt by the way you clenched your orgasm wash over you, triggering her to do the same.

"Yujin-a, gonna cum, fuck, fuck" She warned, her eyebrows tightly knit as you were a shaking mess on her dick, milking her dry.

"Me too unnie, oh my gosh" She panted, fucking fast into you.

Yujin was the first one to take her cock from you, too overstimulated already as it was her second round. She panted as you and gaeul became whimpering messes, her cock still inside of you as the puppy started recording again as she slowly took it off.

"Shit, so fucking beautiful" She said as both of your holes leaked with their cum, clenching around nothing.

"You are mine and Yujin's, did you got it?" Gaeul pulled your face towards her, staring intensely into your eyes. Fucking jealous and beautiful.

"Y-yes, mommy" You said, whimpering. "I'm sorry" You kissed her neck and Yujin pulled your face so you would look at her.

"Sorry?" She laughed. "Sorry you will be when we are done with you, angel" She smiled.

"You are not done with me?" You innocently said, fake pouting.

They shared that fucking shady look between them again, as if they shared the same brain.

Oh boy, you were going to regret so much playing with their jealousy...

[navibluebees]

Z-dog x Chubby Female Human Reader

Please read before interacting.

Request from @sweetdreamlandtree ~ As a chubby girl, this request gives me all the feels. Thank you so much for requesting!

Clothes shopping sucks for you, especially on Bridgehead with limited options. When she finds you stressed out, unsure what to wear, she'll sit and pull you into her lap, gently soothing you and rocking.

When you wear shorts or dresses??? Oof. Big lover of your thighs.

You radiate more heat when you're sleeping, so I'm thinking she'd snuggle close, wrapping around you on cold nights to stay warm.

If someone tries to shame you, she's all (view gif above) and "What'd you say to my girl?" *Leans over, putting one hand on the table, staring at them. "Apologize. Now."

Knows you've put up walls to protect yourself from people and she is determined to break them down and get closer to you.

Always makes sure you've got comfy places to sit & if there's no comfy chairs, she sits down and pulls you onto her lap, squeezing your hip and pulling you so you can nestle against her.

Always supportive of your eating habits, whatever they are. This woman is ready to throw hands literally any time someone even looks at you wrong. "I just feel so guilty because I haven't been eating healthy lately." "It's alright, sweetheart. You're feeding your body and giving it fuel and that's the most important."

If you're chubby due to health reasons, she always makes sure to keep on top of your medications and health regimens (& she would no matter what size you are)

Supportive if you want to work out or if you don't, but loves doing it with you if you want to

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Calls you a goddess with your curvy body, this woman is on her KNEES

She's a biter, mostly on your thighs. Loves when you wear skirts with thigh highs, she will ascend to the heavens

but when she pulls them off, oooh get ready

the scene from flustered part 4 applies - a desk or a bed, pulling you to the edge wrapping your thighs around her head

Gripping so tightly on your hips, can't get enough of your body

So so dominant, always making sure you feel good. Loves being between your legs, touching you everywhere.

Loves your fuller breasts, leaves bites on them

Knows you look so damn good and has a hard time not being jealous especially if she catches another recom checking you out, animal instinct fully in place, hissing and baring teeth, blocking you from view

Okay I've seen some people mention Lyle in front of a mirror, but this woman too. Sitting you on her lap, spreading your legs wide, making you look at what she's doing to you, touching between your legs with one hand and fondling your breasts with the other, moving your hair to the side so she can kiss your neck oof

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[softquietsteadylove]

got the idea of sprite and kingo sneaking into gils room at night because of a recipe or something and they don't know thena is sleeping there too watching them and in the end thena scares the shit out of them

"Shut up!"

"I wasn't saying anything!" Kingo whispered back to his very cranky sister as they continued down the hall.

"You're doing this," she hissed at him, waving her arms around. "Cut it out."

"Hey, I'm just being ready for a fight," he argued in his own defense. "You never know who might be wandering around."

"Relax dude," Sprite rolled her eyes, although she wasn't moving much faster than Kingo at this point. "Ikaris is on watch, and I haven't seen Thena since dinner."

"Right," Kingo sighed, shuffling along with their grey robes swaying gently around them. "It was probably a long day for her. With any luck she'll actually be asleep."

Sprite grinned, "and Gil made her favourite. You know how his food knocks her right out."

It was true, dinner had been hearty and filling, even Thena having more than one serving. Although maybe that had more to do with Gil eagerly refilling her bowl before she could even ask.

Kingo exhaled as they finally arrived at the door they were after. It was identical to all the others, but this one surely had the recipe they were after. "Ready?"

Sprite merely rolled her eyes at him, engaging the door and holding her breath as it slid open silently. They walked through and she idly left an illusion of it in the empty doorway (just in case they needed a quick escape).

"Hm," Kingo noted gently as they walked into Gil's room. It was identical to all their personal quarters: small and underwhelming. He turned to Sprite, "if there were less of us do you think we'd get bigger rooms?"

"No, there'd just be more room for ship stuff," she whispered back as they took in the books Gil had accumulated. They mostly seemed to be journals, probably about food--maybe some booze recipes.

Everyone had their own personal affects, even as eternal beings who had no need for physical keepsakes of life. Sersi was actually the most notorious for it, with her little human trinkets. Druig had the occasional thing that Makkari would give him from her own covetous stash of stolen goods.

Kingo and Sprite jumped slightly as Gil grunted and adjusted in the bed. They both looked, checking to see if he was still asleep, and froze.

Thena was sleeping with him, her forehead pressed to his chest, her arms pinned close. One of her hands was slipping into the collar of his robes to touch the side of his neck!

Kingo eyed Sprite, lowering his voice to an even quieter whisper, "what do we do?"

Sprite pressed her finger to her lips with a glare.

Kingo made a face. What do we do?!

I don't know! Sprite signed back, also frozen on the spot in the face of the great predator. If they woke her, it would be trouble enough, and that was outside of what she would do if she knew they were trying to pilfer something from poor Gil.

Kingo pointed to the book in Sprite's hand, leave it. Time to bail.

Sprite shook her head, beginning the process of tiptoeing out of the room. They had gotten what they came for, there was no abandoning it now.

Kingo followed suit, never taking his eyes off the bed with the Strongest and Warrior Eternal in it. It was kind of gross, but also kind of cute, seeing them all cuddled up. They got pretty small beds for their quarters, so it made sense that they were practically on top of one another.

Sprite turned within the threshold of her illusion and waved her hand for him to hurry up.

"Leave it."

Both Eternals flinched. Kingo straightened, hiding his hands behind his back.

"Save it," Thena murmured from the cocoon of Gilgamesh's arms. There were no signs that she was awake other than her clear and sharp speech. "I was awake as soon as the door opened."

They should have known. Sprite and Kingo traded a defeated look between them. Their mission was always doomed. "We didn't-"

"Out."

"Right, right," Kingo sighed, tiptoeing a little more quickly the rest of the way out. "Sorry, T."

"Put the recipe back."

Sprite rolled her eyes at her bossy sister but slumped back into the room to do just that. "Snitch."

"If you so desire it, ask him," Thena argued, still frighteningly still whether asleep or awake. She added, "nicely."

Sprite flipped her middle finger at Thena, but her eyes were still closed. If anything, Gil tightened his arms around her, pulling the blonde closer and nestling his head in a better position against hers. Sprite made a silent face of gagging.

Kingo rolled his eyes, "come on, Sprite. We've been caught fair and square."

Sprite huffed but joined him in the hall again. Of course he would take Thena's side. And she did have to admit, she had never seen Thena actually...relaxed, like this. Sprite dispelled her illusion, preparing to close the door again.

"Who was that?"

"No one," Thena whispered back to Gil, whose voice was bleary and faint. She paused, and the distinct sound of lips on lips was heard, "go back to sleep."

Sprite's eyes went wide. She made half a step to go back inside and see for herself what was happening, but Kingo caught the neck of her robes and dragged her away kicking and whispering. "Dude! That's-"

"Really going to get us killed?--I agree," he hissed at her, dragging her off and away from their sister and her lover.

[cherry-bitters]

ren's demon form

fennec fox !!

fox eyes. beady little pure black, big round eyes. very cute. hard to take seriously. reflective

cute little black nose plus whiskers. snout

small compared to most demons, around the same height she was in life (around 5'7ish) but it seems like demons tend to be super tall so she ends up being short compared to everyone else

very big fennec ears. they move and twitch as a good indicator of her mood and it is absolutely adorable. she will get pissy if you tell her so

anthropomorphic canine legs with claws, and "regular" humanoid hands with very sharp, elongated claws instead of fingernails

fuzzy fennec tail. similar to the ears it's a good indicator of her mood and also cute and she does not like being told so

has hair, similar to her regular/human hair. naturally blonde, curly, she keeps it around shoulder length. after she's been in hell a few years she starts dying it dark red same as she does in her regular verse

sharp teeths. little tiny fangs

no tits, just fluff

and thus, some of the quirks that come with all this (because im a big believer that sinners also adopt some mannerisms and such based on their new form):

this woman is a hoarder. do not leave anything you want to keep unattended in ren's presence you will not get it back

makes fennec noises; chittering, growling/hissing, barking, purring, etc. generally in response to overwhelming or surprising stimuli because she's sort of uncomfortable about it and tries to suppress it in public or mixed company, but also if she's comfortable with you she'll tend to make more of these noises in your presence. sort of similar to autistic masking/unmasking

nesting, nesting, nesting. sleeps on a circular bed that is absolutely PILED with pillows, blankets, plushies, and all manner of soft things. you'd have a hard time actually finding her in the mess

fidgety as all fuck. absolutely hates being still so she usually has some kind of fidget thing with her. carries a few extras in her bag at all times

fully and purposefully nocturnal. sleeps during the day and is up all night

really likes the heat in hell actually cause on top of having loved summer when she was alive, her big ears, particular type of fur (reflects light), and feet (thick fur) help her stay cool and walk on hot surfaces without discomfort or damage

has super good hearing and can pick out sounds (specific voices for example) in a loud/noisy area

very physically affectionate with people she likes. everything from just like casual touches to needing to be in constant contact to straight up being fully in your lap

[chaos--mode]

some info on ren's demon form in her hella.verse and quirks/mannerisms that go along with it

fennec fox !!

fox eyes. beady little pure black, big round eyes. very cute. hard to take seriously. reflective

cute little black nose plus whiskers. snout

small compared to most demons, around the same height she was in life (around 5'7ish) but it seems like demons tend to be super tall so she ends up being short compared to everyone else

very big fennec ears. they move and twitch as a good indicator of her mood and it is absolutely adorable. she will get pissy if you tell her so

anthropomorphic canine legs with claws, and "regular" humanoid hands with very sharp, elongated claws instead of fingernails

fuzzy fennec tail. similar to the ears it's a good indicator of her mood and also cute and she does not like being told so

has hair, similar to her regular/human hair. naturally blonde, curly, she keeps it around shoulder length. after she's been in hell a few years she starts dying it dark red same as she does in her regular verse

sharp teeths. little tiny fangs

no tits, just fluff

and thus, some of the quirks that come with all this (because im a big believer that sinners also adopt some mannerisms and such based on their new form):

this woman is a hoarder. do not leave anything you want to keep unattended in ren's presence you will not get it back

makes fennec noises; chittering, growling/hissing, barking, purring, etc. generally in response to overwhelming or surprising stimuli because she's sort of uncomfortable about it and tries to suppress it in public or mixed company, but also if she's comfortable with you she'll tend to make more of these noises in your presence. sort of similar to autistic masking/unmasking

nesting, nesting, nesting. sleeps on a circular bed that is absolutely PILED with pillows, blankets, plushies, and all manner of soft things. you'd have a hard time actually finding her in the mess

fidgety as all fuck. absolutely hates being still so she usually has some kind of fidget thing with her. carries a few extras in her bag at all times

fully and purposefully nocturnal. sleeps during the day and is up all night

really likes the heat in hell actually cause on top of having loved summer when she was alive, her big ears, particular type of fur (reflects light), and feet (thick fur) help her stay cool and walk on hot surfaces without discomfort or damage

has super good hearing and can pick out sounds (specific voices for example) in a loud/noisy area

very physically affectionate with people she likes. everything from just like casual touches to needing to be in constant contact to straight up being fully in your lap

[everythingheard]

with Kasia ( @legaciestold ) ▌from here.

Generally, Constantine operates at one of two speeds: ' the world is ending and he needs to move like the future depends on him because there's a chance that it does, ' or his own. Rarely does an in-between exist, and today? It's the second option. It's probably because there's been a weightiness dragging him down since yesterday afternoon, a result of the type of shit he always believes he's too far gone to care about any longer until it sucker-punches him right in the fucking face. Blood-soaked memories have beaten back any chance of sleep that night, until he can't shut his eyes without seeing the boy he had been called to perform an exorcism for only hours ago. Although rest fails to come, Constantine is just as irritated as if he had been awoken from the deepest slumber when his phone begins to ring from where it's fallen on the floor ( had he thrown it there or dropped it? he can't recall ). He isn't surprised by what he hears when he finally answers — someone wants his help. So had that kid's family, so have a lot of people. Sometimes, even when he harbors good intentions, stepping in is worse.

And sometimes it isn't. Fuck it.

Still, he doesn't rush himself to the address he had scrawled across the back of an envelope on his kitchen table. Constantine even stops at the corner store to grab a pack of Lucky Strikes on the way ( hadn't he told Ellie the last time they were lying in bed together that he isn't going to smoke anymore? ha! ). As he walks the final few blocks to his destination, a single cigarette is threaded back and forth between the fingers of his right hand. He hasn't decided if he's going to light it yet, but he likes having the choice. Destruction or salvation? Constantine knows which one everybody expects from him. The words Lucifer hissed in his ear the last time they met play in the back of his mind like a tinny radio: ' You will have the chance to prove that your soul truly belongs in hell. ' A choice, a chance — there are time he wonders whether they're the same thing for him or not.

Constantine is still wondering when he arrives, though such pondering flees his mind the moment he sees the door already flung open; that's never a good sign. Cigarette swiftly pocketed in exchange for his lighter, he stands at the threshold. The front room is darkened, yet he can still see the state of disarray inside: furniture upended, some sort of liquid spilled across the floor, a dead body, and a blond woman in the middle of it all spattered in blood. When she turns to look at him, Constantine recognizes her instantly — Katarzyna Makowski, the immortal witch. At the realization, the tension in his posture eases. He doesn't underestimate her abilities, yet he's quite confident that she won't lash out at him regardless of how much of an asshole she's chalked him up as. While she might be of the belief that a part of her, her compassion, was destroyed long ago, Constantine knows better; it's just lost, at times more astray than others. If Kasia wants it back someday, he would bet money that she'll find it.

Still, speaking of astray — damn.

The defiant guise upon her face almost suggests that she expects him to judge her for the room in front of him laid waste, or at least express some sort of shock; if he didn't know better, he might suspect that she wanted him to. ' Rather late this time. ' Constantine steps through the doorway now, flicking his wrist so that the top of his lighter snaps up and back down again. "Why would I be early when you'll get here to take care of it for me?" Curiosity as to how she learned of it in enough time to arrive before he did ( even if he wasn't in a particular hurry ) flickers through his mind. Had Kasia stumbled upon it? He's not so sure he buys such an explanation. Her next words stumble that line of thinking for a moment. ' There was no help to be had. ' They both know that's bullshit, don't they? For her to finish this as quickly as she had, her attempt to help must not have been a very valiant one. As it is, Constantine is intrigued by the notion that Kasia is compelled to justify her actions with a lie, thinly veiled though it may be, to him of all people. Maybe it's because an aspect of her feels guilty, the one that he sees in her far more clearly than she seems to see herself.

However, he simply shrugs a shoulder in response. "Sure." Broken glass cracks beneath Constantine's shoe. This reminds him too much of yesterday, he wants to get the hell out of here, he wants to — "As for the drink, I'm buying as long as you're not making me wait." With that, he shoves his lighter back in his coat pocket, turns on his heel, and heads back out the door.

[themurderofcrowscollective]

" She's as stiff as a board, even if I gently touch her she'll groan. " Ghost mumbles, running a gentle hand up and down your back. You hiss and cling tightly to the blankets on the floor under you when the weighted blanket is removed and Ghost starts massaging your back with your shirt lifted up. " Easy, you're alright. " You hear Price say as he grabs hold of one of your hands, letting you have an iron grip on him. Your aching bones and muscles hurt even more until 20 minutes later, when your muscles feel at ease and your bones stop aching. You had been turned into mush and melted into the blankets, face buried in the blankets and pillows. Thank god for these cause you're drooling. You turn your head to look at Ghost who lays back down, keeping a heavy and warm hand on your back. " Why... why did you do that...? " He looks at you, scanning your eyes. " Because Soap was worried, and so were the rest of us. He filled us in on you ever since you got here and we all knew you would get overwhelmed. " You turn your head to look at Soap who's laying right next to you, and you lazily blink which has him chuckle softly. " There's the Yasei I remember. " He softly pats your head, massaging some of your scalp. " I know what they've put ye through, so I wanted to find some way to help. " Lazily you lift your hand and softly pap his face, letting out a relieved sigh. " Also Price found out about yer anxiety and ADHD two days ago, and he noticed you were getting stuck inside yer head so he asked me if I could help. " Somewhere in the blanket fort, Price chuckles. " Soap also has ADHD so he'll get the same way sometimes. You're part of our team, I'd rather help ya than leave ya hurting in silence. " " Yasei. " Soap grabs your attention. " Mh? " " Why'd ya stop takin' yer meds? " " Because I kept getting letters from my dad about the meds turning me brain-dead and gay when I came out as bisexual... " You're in no mood to keep secrets. Soap looks shocked. " You came out, and they blamed the medication? " " Mhm... I stopped writing to them and cut them out of my life... but I stopped taking my meds... " You feel Ghost wrap his arms around you, Soap also hugging you. You let out a sigh of relief, this is so comfortable. " Maybe we could see who you really are this time, like back then. " You chuckle softly, nuzzling into the warmth of Soap and Ghost until you also feel Gaz lay on top of you. It feels nice, letting Gaz rest his chin on the crook of your neck. " Hi Yasei. " " Hi Gaz. " It feels like you're finally meeting them, not as the lieutenant everyone respects and reveres but as you, Yasei Matsuda. " Price? " " Aye? " " Please don't make me go on training duty, I can't stand it. " " No worries, I planned on taking you off so ye can relax. Also don't panic about paperwork, if it's late then it's late. I just want it finished is all. " You let out a soft chuckle. " Yes sir. " " Gaz? " " Yeah Soap? " " Why are you on top of Yasei? " " She'd never let me near her like this, so I'm making the most out of this whole moment to be near her. " You giggle more, yawning loudly and getting comfy. In minutes you're asleep, snoring deeply into Ghost's shoulder who moved you to be laying on top of him. It's like a whole pool of warmth around you as you sleep, everyone cuddling and sleeping soundly through the night. Within you, the storm that seemed eternal slowly began to calm. You can be yourself now.

'Deep within me is an eternal storm.'

I don't know what this is gonna be cause I'm higher than a kite right now, but it might have some COD (call of duty) shit in this God this weed is incredible (Adding in our OC Yasei 'Hellhound' Matsuda as the person being labeled as 'You', originally a JJBA OC but is now a multi-fandom OC)

You're a new addition to the 141. You were the best of your unit in the army, you follow orders precisely as told, and you have gone through the best of training that was offered to you as well as your intense disciplinary training. Most soldiers who worked with you deemed you a legend in the army, being one super-soldier with little to no mercy when it came to your job. You wear your scars with honor and pride, allowing the whole world to see them. Anyone who was dumb enough to try to make you feel like you were disgusting or imperfect, they had their ass put back in check after you verbally destroy them. Those who found themselves in a match against you were humiliated and taught a lesson in front of the others. Your specialty is hand-to-hand combat and martial arts, since you trained your body with the best trainers and turned your body into a weapon. An impenetrable fortress, some say. In the field, you're fierce and smart and in the base, you're the best trainer there is as well as a dedicated worker. No one knows how you do it without breaking, without showing emotion or any signs of restless nights and no sleep. Even the missions where you're kidnapped and tortured leaves everyone in awe of how you didn't break despite gaining more scars and injuries. You thought this time would be no different, this new team would be like the others where your inner turmoil is hidden by your best features and feats. Oh you are so wrong. - - - Upon arrival with your bags packed, you're met with Captain John Price on the tarmac. Everyone around you are either returning or leaving for missions, but some stop to glance at you and stare in shock. Anyone who had a friend in the army told them about you anyways, but they still were surprised. " Captain John Price, you're Lieutenant Yasei 'Hellhound' Matsuda right? " " Indeed, it's an honor to meet you sir. " Price chuckles as he leads you inside, anyone who wasn't busy stopping to look at you in surprise. A few even quickly saluted to you, but you didn't do anything except walk past them. First Price shows you to your new room, letting you place your bags on the floor before he takes you to the lounge reserved for the 141. " Lads, meet the new addition to our team. " He says as you both walk in, the people sitting down looking at you instantly. You only seem to recognize one person, that being John 'Soap' MacTavish who seems to instantly remember you. " Matsuda? " " MacTavish. " He starts beaming like crazy, he used to come to you for advice on new detonations as he wanted to become a demolitions expert before the pair of you separated. " I'll be damned, I ne'er thought I'd see you joinin' us. " You nod with your eyes closed, opening them again and focusing on the others. " To those who don't know me, I am Lieutenant Yasei Matsuda but you're free to call me 'Hellhound'. " You seem to lock eyes on the man who stands up and approaches you, donning a skull mask. " Lieutenant Simon Riley, also known as Ghost. Welcome to the team. " You both shake hands for a bit, Ghost returning the firm grip you have on him. The next to introduce himself is Sergeant Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, another named Gary 'Roach' Sanderson and then two operators; Konig and Kim 'Horangi' Hong-jin. Price told you about Alejandro Vargas and Rodolfo Parra once they got done with their introductions, that the pair are on a mission currently. Price then speaks to the others. " Matsuda's paperwork is still processing but the higher ups allowed her to transfer here, so for the next few days, she will not be placed in missions yet but each of you three will be paired with her while she is on training duty. " He looks to Ghost, Gaz and Soap as he finishes speaking, the three nodding. " You're free to go now, see you at dinner. " And with that, you immediately leave. You have to unpack and head to the gym asap anyways.

[just-fan-fics]

Don’t you hate me?

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

summary: after an accident you and bucky are stuck under a blow up building, your leg is stuck and you can't move it, Bucky is there for you.

warning: mention of blood, broken leg, being stuck in a small place, fluff.

a/n: sorry for any grammar/spelling mistake, English is not my first language. Also reader doesn't have a specific description so everybody can read it. I hope you enjoy :)

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"There's no way out, we'll have to wait until someone find us" Bucky says returning to where you are after going around trying to find a way to get out of there, but the dim light that comes through the rocks and the dust make it difficult to see.

"It's okay, I'm sure they'll find us" you says hissing when you try to move your leg that's stuck under a rock.

"I'll try to move it" Bucky says pointing to the rock. You nod getting ready to pull the leg off. Bucky looks at you before starting to move the rock.

"Stop stop" you tell grabbing his right arm. He stops looking worried at you "What? What is it?". "It hurts when you move it"

"Sorry" he says sitting next to you. "You don't have to apologize is not your fault" he nods but says nothing.

---

"You probably would rather get stuck with someone else" he says after a few minutes of silence. "Why would you say that?" you look at him brows burrowed.

"Don't you hate me?" he asks looking down. "No, I don't. Quite the opposite actually" you reply biting you lip and not daring to look at him.

"Wait what? Really? You, like me? Like, like me like me?" he asks now looking at you. You look at him and just nod. He smiles, the widest smile you've seen on him ever.

"Well, I like you too" he says still looking at you. "And when we get out of here, I'd like to take you out on a date if you want"

"I'd like that" you smile back at him.

---

You don't know how long you've been down there the light is slowly going away and it's getting colder, and to top in off your leg hurts like hell.

Bucky notices you shivering. He takes of his jacket. "No, you'll get cold" you tell him stopping him. "I can take the cold" he says placing his jacket on your shoulders. You put your head on his shoulder and Bucky embraces you with his arm.

"How long do you think we're going to be here?" you ask starting to feel sleepy. "I don't know y/n, I don't know" he sighs.

Your eyes begins to close. "Hey y/n, I need you to stay awake" Bucky says cupping your cheeks with his left arm. "But I'm sleepy and my leg hurts really bad" you reply whining. "I know but baby I need you to stay awake"

"Did you just call me baby?" you say a weak smile on your lips. "Yeah, you don't like it?" he says slightly nervous. "No, I do. I like it"

Bucky smiles.

---

There's noise around that you can barely hear. Your eyes are close and you only want to sleep.

"Hey y/n they're coming, we're gonna get out of here" Bucky says looking at you, but you don't look at him. "Y/n? Y/n wake up" he says patting your cheek lightly but nothing. "y/n you need to wake up" he keeps trying getting more worried every second.

The rescuers put you on a gurney after taking the rock out of your leg. Your leg is broken and bleeding. Bucky looks at it and then at you. "Is she gonna be okay?" he asks to one of the medics. The medic doesn't respond and keep working to get you out of there.

The way to the hospital is quiet and feels longer that Bucky would've like.

They take you out of the ambulance and push the gurney through the halls. Bucky walks next to you not wanting to leave you alone any second. "Sorry sir, you can't walk pass this" a nurse says before walking through the door. Bucky walks to the waiting room and sits down. Elbows on his lap and his face buried on his hands.

---

"Excuse me, are you family of y/f/n?" a doctor says after a few hours of waiting. "Yes" Bucky stands up. "She's fine, her leg was broken and needed surgery but everything went well. She'll just need to rest until we take the cast off" the doctor explains. "Can I see her?" "Of course"

Bucky follows the doctor until he gets to your room. You are laying down with your eyes close. Your leg up in a few pillows with the cast on it. He sits next to you, holding your hand.

“Hey” you say once he’s sitting next to you. “Hey, how are you feeling?” he says concerned. “With all this painkillers? Awesome” you say gaining a chuckle from Bucky. “I guess our date will have to wait” you say fidgeting with your fingers. “There’s no need. I can cook for you and have the date at your place. What do you think?” Bucky asks looking at you. “That sounds perfect” you reply with a smile. 

[grav3yardbb92]

ALL THE BEST PEOPLE ARE ( once upon a time)

Jefferson (Mad Hatter) x OC

Previously on once upon a time....

Jefferson was miserable and conflicted. He has stood in this enormous mansion, all alone, looking out this window. He had decided long ago that his daughter was better off where she was, with her new, better life, new family, new memories. It hurt him, but he could accept that. What he couldn't accept was the woman in the alley, beside Granny's, accepting scraps that Ruby handed her. It concerned him that she was only in a dirty purple dress, though it was at least forty degrees out, and the fact that she was also barefoot and was sleeping under a table on the patio of the diner. But what concerned him most was that he had looked over this town for the past twenty something years and hadn't seen her before. Not until the yellow bug pulled into town and stayed. All these years she was invisible to him and everyone else, but not anymore. Not ever again. He can't get his daughter or her memories back, but he can....no he will get you, his wife, back.

****Your pov**

" Kat?"

A male voice boomed amongst the silence that consumed the night. But it wasn't the voice that startled me, but what was said.

" What, where? I hate cats, I'm allergic to them" I studdered out, panic clear in my voice, causing the voice's owner to rush to my side.

" Whoa. I'm, I'm sorry, I was mistaking I guess" he looked shocked, and maybe a little nervous as he lifted me to my feet off of the dirty, wet concrete.

" Who are you? What do you want?" My questions are rushed out, curious as to why this stranger is here, talking to me. No one has been able to see or talk to me for long. Only recently has the pretty waitress been coming out of the diner with hot food, but she still doesn't say much.

" The name's Jefferson. I saw you here in the cold, thought you could use some help, maybe a place to stay, my house has more than enough room" he takes my hand, and we began walking amongst the empty streets.

" And what would your name be?" He ask, the look in his eyes almost saying he knows the answer, but how could he.

" Maddie" I answer, causing him to stop and give me another confused look, mixed with a bit of anger.

" Nope, that doesn't suit you"

*****A few days later*****

" That's her" Jefferson whispers into my ear as he directs the microscope as I look through it. I smile at the beautiful girl playing with her friends at school.

" If you know where our daughter is, why not get her back?"

" we can't" there is sadness in his eyes as he moves across the room.

" Why not? You came to me?" I push the subject, following him to the couch.

" You were alone and scared, she's happy, Kat" Apparently, that's my real name, and I've gotten used to hearing him say it. " You don't think she'll be happy with us, with her real parents?"

He answers me with a story, of us, a real family, happily living in the woods, selling mushrooms and hand-knit gifts at the market. But the money we made was barely enough for food and our Grace deserved more. His deal with the queen went wrong and I was left to raise her alone.

" She'll understand J. You were doing it for her, for our family" He nodded, but he still wasn't convinced. I could tell, he said that I always could, that my crazy matched his crazy.

'That's probably the reason that we get along'

***

I'm stood at the window, like I do every morning. I watch as Grace exits the bus and enters he school building. It hurts to watch. It was more bearable when she was happy, even if it was from fake memories, a fake family, she was still happy. WAS.

Two days ago, the curse was lifted, I could remember everything. My memories, crashed through my head like a flood. My first encounter with my husband, donning black leather and a top hat, venturing through wonderland. I hissed out as a sharp pain shot through my fluffy black tail, I glance upward as the man apologizes, scooping me into his hands, patting my glorious striped fur. " Well hello there"

" Meow!"

Along with my memories, came everyone else's. The entire town now flooded with fairytale characters, lost and confused, and missing their loved ones. Including my sweet Grace.

After countless hours of begging and pleading with my stubborn husband, I still could not talk him into reuniting with our poor girl. If I can't do it, who could?

" Of course, Henry”

****

It's so comforting to be in my animal form again, laying in the sunlight, cleaning my fur with my paws. I mew and stretch as I here the door click open and Jefferson enters. I rub my face against his shoes and he picks me up.

" Let's get our girl"

[marchioness-caprina]

You Like Me Not?

{ Final Part }

Pairings : Takami Keigo ( Hawks) x Reader

Writing Style : 3rd Person

Warning : Cussing, Stalker Tendencies, Toxic Tendencies.

Word Count : 2947

Read; { Part 1 } , { Part 2 }

3rd Person's POV

A month has Passed. Yes a whole Month has passed and y/n was surprisingly doing well; in the surface at least.

Inside. Not so well but at least she's coping up a lot better than a few weeks ago where she'd often cry herself to sleep, even in the showers. The lingering pain was still haunting her like there's no tomorrow but now she's getting used to it.

After all, First love is usually the greatest and the most painful experience.

Instead of moping around and sulking, she began investing her time and effort into being a Hero. And the effort paid off greatly; her performance was improving and she's proud to say that she's on par with the top three of the class which mainly consists of Izuku, Todoroki and Bakugou.

She was finally getting the attention that she deserved, plus it takes her mind off of Keigo and his jerkass.

However, at the end of the day she felt so empty and devoid of something---someone she longs for. And she will never accept that it was Keigo she was looking for.

But she needs to stay strong and let go of those people who can't even appreciate the little things she does; she won't let them bring her down. No, not when she's finally seeing something big for her up ahead.

Unfortunate as the saying goes ; All good things will come to an end. And for y/n, that is today.

Their class was split in groups for an Activity. Y/n along with Kirishima and Mina and Izuku were paired up to patrol the busy part of the city where crimes are mostly committed.

And guess who their Hero guide is? Yup one of them is Hawks and the other one is Enchanting.

Y/n who had a smile on her face seemed calm on first approach but inside she was cussing her heart out for the terrible luck she's got.

It had to be two of her worst nightmare. How charming.

" You Kids doing fine back there? " Keigo asked, his eyes never leading the road and beside him was a bored looking enchantress.

The two were their Hero guides for today and everyone was ecstatic. Except for y/n.

" Yeah we're good! " Kirishima answered for everyone and y/n was thankful that she didn't have to exchange a few unnecessary words with Hawks.

Her attention was now caught by the Broccoli boy right next to her who was vigorously writing notes down on his notebook.

" Oh my gosh it's the Pro Hero Hawks " Izuku was becoming a mumbling mess as He continued to scribble. His pace was a beyond anyone y/n had ever seen and she was very much intrigued by Izuku's unwavering determination.

" You know Midoriya-san, you're actually really handsome up close" Y/n muttered and izuku froze on the spot; heat rising up his cheeks as he tensed. Slowly he turned to see the h/c haired girl who was smiling at him tenderly.

" I-I-I... Umm... T-Thank you Y/n-san... A-and... You're really handsome too.... W-wait I mean n-not handsome because you aren't a g-guy w-what I meant to say was... P-pretty.... You're really pretty" Izuku gushed out and as much as y/n tried to contain her laughter she couldn't keep a straight face and began laughing at Izuku's Adorable antics.

Izuku was going red due to his rising embarrassment as he began to stutter out another list of explanation why he accidentally said it.

But their little conversation didn't go unnoticed by Keigo and Enchanting.

" Wow, she moves Fast. Better try Harder Birdy. As far as I see it; she's sick of you and look she's a boy magnet. You're gonna lose if you keep this up " Enchantress casually gave her comment and Hawks gave her a narrowed look.

" Shut up miss ' I'm a hundred years old' you better hope she'll be mine by the end of the day, I've pulled a lot of strings to get her here and it ain't easy " Hawks kept a calm expression; his lips tugging up into a smirk as he continued " This was your fault to begin with. If I can't win her over today.... Well you're gonna get wrinkles starting tomorrow. I'm not a very forgiving fellow"

" We'll see Hawks... We'll see "

" Oh, we Will "

" Hey! You two lovebirds better stop flirting and Tell Kirishima here that Cats are better than Dogs! " Mina exclaimed and with how loud her voice was; she caught everyone's attention within her first attempt.

" I told you Mina, Dogs are Manly. And they earned the title of Man's Best friend. They're dedicated and Loyal but I wanna know who you guys will vote for" Kirishima replied as he glanced back at the still very flustered Izuku and A Smiling y/n.

" W-well.... I think I prefer Dogs than Cats... Sorry Mina " Izuku gave Mina an apologetic smile as Mina pouted before turning to y/n.

" Come on y/n you gotta be on my side on this one " Mina pleaded and Kirishima pulled her away.

" That's cheating Mina, don't pull the pity card on Y/n. That's so not Manly... But.. Well which do you prefer y/n? "

" Hmm... Well... I----"

" I vote for Birds. I heard Birds are very reliable companions miss y/n. I assume that you feel the same way? " Enchantress piped in and y/n gave her a raised brow but she managed to catch on to what enchantress was saying.

" Oh? Well I understand the reason why you Like Birds Enchantress; I do too... Well I used to anyways but to answer your question I prefer Dogs... Sorry Mina. I like how a Dog will be loyal to you till the very end"

" Hmm? So you're saying Birds aren't Loyal? " Enchantress chimed and y/n's chuckle made Kirishima, Mina and Izuku shudder.

Her laugh was cold and forced; her eyes landed on Enchantress and a teasing smirk was now displayed on her face.

" Well Enchantress, Upon Personal experiences... Then my Answer is No. Birds aren't Loyal at All" Everyone shivered at her response simply because y/n had took the risk of jumping straight onto a landmine. Because Hawks had a bird based Quirk.

The temperature dropped to negative and even enchantress seemed to be affected by the sudden change of the atmosphere.

" Really Now? You wound me Baby Bird " Keigo's smile was passive aggressive and y/n didn't hesitate to return it.

" Don't call me That Hawks. And stop acting like you know me"

" I'm very Hurt by your words... Especially about your opinion on Birds. I for one am very Loyal "

" Nah, I Love dogs but I also like Bunnies... Take izuku for example. He's cute, shy and smart like a Bunny. Not Cunning, Manipulative and Sly Like a... Hawk" Y/n countered as she placed her Hand on top of Izuku's Head petting him gently.

Her action made a growl rip itself from Keigo's Throat and everyone froze at his aggressive reaction.

" Sure, I may be Cunning, Manipulative and Sly... But you forgot one thing Baby Bird "

" And what is it Hawks? "

" Hawks are Birds of Prey... And They are Very Possessive " Keigo answered, his Fetagers began to Bristow and sharpen; eyes trained on y/n's figure as he slightly lowered his stance.

" Huh? Why would I need to know tha------ahhhhh! " A scream was heard as y/n disappeared from her place as well as Hawks.

Unfortunately she was brisked away by the said Hero at A speed far top fast for the human eyes to follow.

" What the!? " Kirishima , Izuku and Mina who were knocked down on the ground after the Aerial impact of the winged hero were stunned as they frantically looked around for their Female Classmate who had vanished into thin air.

" Let them Be kids " Enchantress muttered as she gestured for the teens to follow her.

" B-but--!".

" Let. Them. Be..... Seriously I don't want to have any wrinkles because of that damn Cocky Hawks .... So let them be or else "

________________

" Hawks! Put me Down! " Y/n demanded, she was brisked away and slung onto his shoulders like a bag of potatoes and now Hawks was flying away and note that they are far from the ground.

" As you wish"

Y/n could practically feel the smirk in his voice and her heart dropped along with her body as she screamed for bloody murder because Hawks was being a Jerk and dropped her in Mid-air.

" Keiiiiigooooo! " Her scream was more of a threat and after 15 seconds of falling in Mid-air she was once again brisked away by the winged Hero who was smirking at her.

" God... I missed it so much when you used to call me by my name and not ' Hawks ' or ' Takami' " Keigo chuckled as he faced the girl who was holding onto him for dear life.

" Ah... Shit I almost died" Y/n hissed as she began shifting in her position, her legs were tightly wrapped around Keigo's Torso, her arms had snaked themselves around his neck and don't even get him started on how hard she was pushing her body against his.

" Easy baby Bird. Don't. Be too feisty with me... I might lose control " Keigo whispered bit he was met with a scowl.

" What is wrong with you? Can't you just leave me alone? If you think this is funny well it's not. I don't want to see or even hear you" Y/n spat out as her heart began pounding in her ribcage from both the adrenaline and embarrassment .

Hawks didn't answer and just gave her an intimidating glare that almost had her shrinking and burying her face on his chest.... Almost.

" Sure you don't want to see me... But really? Leeching yourself on every single boy who comes near you? You're driving me crazy Little Bird. I almost became a serial murderer because of you... Picture this... Pro hero Hawks; the first Hero to Murder a student because of Jealousy " Keigo bitterly laughed .

" Keigo... What the fuck are you saying? ---"

" I'm not done venting!, you think it's fun to mess with my head? Where the fuck were you over the past few weeks?! Seeing another man? While I stayed in my office drinking a huge load of bullshit? Driving myself crazy in that room anticipating when you'd show up again!? And now....now you have the guts to flirt with another man right in front of me " Keigo was pouring out all of his frustration right in front of her and he was far from being finished.

" For a moment there I almost considered the possibility of becoming a murderer... Just because he touched my Girl... He stole your attention away from me... I fucking waited and I resisted the urge to fucking drag you to the nearest alleyway y/n----"

" Cut to the fucking chase Keigo! "

" I Love you y/n! That's what I was trying to say Baby Bird. I Fucking Love you! " Keigo panted out and Y/n was more than speechless.

She didn't know what to feel, she didn't know how to react. After all that? And the effort she made to move on... Now... Now he's being so difficult and telling her he love her?!.

" Keigo, if you think a bullshit excuse like that is enough then you're wrong! Have you had any idea how hard and painful it was for me? How much I had to endure became I loved you? Damn well you don't and you don't have the right to slap this shit right in front of me you bastard! I cried myself to sleep and... And... You... ---" She couldn't finish her sentence when tears began to flood her eyes and was now cascading down her flushed cheeks.

She began sobbing and hitting Keigo's chest which has done absolutely zero no no damage at all.

Keigo's only response was to hold her in place and tighten his arms around her waist; letting her vent.

Of course he was awful to her. He was one hell of a fucking idiot to do this to the woman he loves.

He told her everything, it was true. He barely had any decent sleep and worked his ass off while waiting for her return. He didn't want to carry that habit of being an obsessive stalker. Of course he didn't tell her about how he had stalked her multiple times, he didn't want to scare her. But all of it was true. Including the jealousy part.

" I'm sorry Y/n....i really am--"

" Sorry ain't cutting shit you Jerk! Just when I'm moving on you stomp your way back in! "

" No y/n....don't ever move on. Stay here with me... I know this may sound toxic and shitty as fuck but hear me out... I know it hurts but bare with me... Don't move on.. Stay even if it hurts.. Don't leave me and give me every thing of who you are... No matter how painful it is "

" You selfish prick! Do you realize how greedy you sound! You fucking maniac! "

" I know! I know... But all my life I've been deprived of everything I actually wanted.. I was told to be this and not that... I never had the chance to actually have what I want so please y/n....allow me to be selfish when it comes to you... Let me be greedy and give me You. I don't care if I'm selfish because I'm only selfish when it comes to you.... So please. Beat me up, hit me, stab me... I don't care but just don't Leave me" Keigo growled; angry at his words and his selfish desires bit he couldn't help it.

Y/n who was still sobbing her heart out was listening to every word he had uttered. She fought back the idea of actually giving him a chance. She knew Keigo was sick to the bone but she's even worst knowing that this type of guy had attracted her and lured her to love him.

How... Why is she so soft when it comes to him? Is this how love really is? Because if it is... Then she doesn't give a shit. She wants him too. But she isn't going to make it any easier for him. If he wants her then he better earn her, No more miss nice y/n.

And He wanted her... He needed her and he isn't just about to let her go. He'll hunt her down even in hell.

" Keigo... You.... Ugh... I... Shit... "

" Is it working y/n...am I winning you over? "

" Only because I loved you Keigo you prick "

" Correction You still Love me...so be my girlfriend?"

" Whatever. Just so you know, I'm not saying yes to your proposal. You gotta earn me you fucking retard and it isn't going to be easy"

" I knew you were going to say something like that. And yes I'm ready to make those sacrifices for you, Just... No boys " Keigo smirked as he cradled the girl in his arms.

She still had her arms wrapped around his neck as he landed on one of the very few skyscrapers in the city.

" No can do Keigo... Your Baby Bird here is a Boy Magnet---" Upon seeing how fast Keigo's demeanor had shifted to something more gruesome she shut up immediately and nodded her head.

" You too Chicken wings... No girls for you"

" No can do, your Bird man here is a lady magnet " Keigo smirked returning her words at her.

Y/n rolled her eyes and reached her hand up to paw on his blonde hair; giving them a harsh yank but before she pulled him down, her lips meeting his in a rough and demanding kiss to avoid any form of kinky retort from Hawks.

Keigo immediately responded and took full control of dominance as his lips moved in sync with hers. Rough and passionate, but unfortunately Keigo was getting a little bit handsy; his hands made its way towards her thigh giving it a harsh squeeze but before he could do anything else she pulled away covering his mouth with her hands when he tried to catch her lips again.

" Nuh uh Keigo. We're Going slow "

" Ugh... Nice job being a Kill Joy Kid...tsk.."

" Fuck you Keigo"

" Why don't you do it yourself you Coward "

" Oh I will Keigo "

" Really? I don't mind breeding you right here if you wan---"

" Eww Keigo shut up. I was kidding. I want to be a Hero before becoming a Mom"

" Yeah, Good luck with that because I think you're gonna be a momma anytime soon because you said Yes to Me"

" I didn't say jack shit like that Keigo" Y/n snapped as she began squirming in his hold with Keigo chuckling and laughing at her poor attempt.

" Relax. I was Kidding-- "

" Thank Goodness for a moment there I actually thought you we---"

" Maybe "

" Keigo! "

End~? ♡...............

[oliviaillustrations]

Garden of Eden

my piece for the @grishaversebigbang ! this is based off of the lovely dark academia ninej au fic written by @kugisakigf and @emdrabbles titled Garden of Eden

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Summary:

Nina is doing just fine as a directionless art student—she goes to class four times a week, struggles to get oil paint out of her clothes on laundry day, makes sure to dodge her landlord when he asks about rent, and dreads the day she has to graduate. Maybe she feels as important to the grand scheme of things as a stray brushstroke, and she's no closer to any shred of a clue about what she's going to do with her life. But it's fine. She's fine.

Except when Nina’s painting class gets a live model, she spends more time staring at this very pretty, very intimidating newcomer more than she does at her own canvas. Inej is gorgeous and terrifying and has her life together and now Nina can’t remember the last time she was able to think about anything but her. Pressure starts to ramp up and the world she's tried so hard to hide herself from keeps pounding at every wall she's built to protect herself, and now she's left wondering if she'll ever amount to anything. Will history forget Nina Zenik? Will she ever do something worthwhile with what little she's been given? And does it even matter, when Inej Ghafa seems to draw her ever closer, an Icarus to her blazing sun?

First Chapter: Nina Zenik is crumpled in a mass of blankets, shivering and bone-tired, when she realizes that sometimes, living in the attic of a church is worth it. She can deal with the rotting wood that creaks and rolls under her feet, the sounds splintering out across the room as she walks. She can forgive the smell of must and cobwebs, the heavy fragrance of mold and must and incense lingering around every corner, even on the rare occasions when she has time to clean. She can almost ignore the deep ache of wintertime, the heat barely making its way to her with long, spiraling fingers, the cold permeating through every crack in the walls that let in the sharp December chill. She's made her peace with the occasional mouse that sprints underfoot, the moths spending weeks on the windowsill, the shitty water pressure and gas stove that only works once a week if she was lucky.

Because mornings like this seemed to make everything worth it.

The rising sun, shallow and shy in the pale morning light, would reach out and glance off of an ancient stained glass window, just at her bedside. The sky would sing, and the carefully laid image of The Virgin Mary would glow, sweet features framed in green and violet. Nina would wake to vibrant shadows dancing across her skin and colors pooling on her floor like spilled blood. Sometimes, she would just sit there, hours before classes would start. The world faded to a hazy gray, and all that was left was the sunrise and her. She'd just look at the sun, and she'd pause for a moment, and just breathe . It never quite felt like she could get a full breath of air anymore. She would just take a breath, and she'd stop thinking, and she'd just be . She wasn't Nina Zenik, right now. She was sunlight and morning air and that particular shade of crimson shot through with gold when the light shines in.

She blinks, and the sun has moved. She's washed in pitch again, deep blue drowning the lines and arches of her body into a loose silhouette. She's empty, again, just a fragile body in a silent room. The floor dips and bends beneath her feet as if to sing a hollow tune in some form of an answer. It does not feel like enough. It never does.

She wipes a smudge of dust off the windows, her finger stained red even in the fading light. Her heart beats in concert with the pulsing of her head, and she winces, hard. Lack of sleep is catching up to her, it seems. The last few nights—weeks, if she's being true—have been short and restless, a sick sort of fear settling in whenever her eyes begin to close. It burns like every word she's never said and it spoils like a promise in her stomach. Everything is too much, and it's all she can do to stand on two feet and will her fingers to curl around a pencil. And even that's a pretense.

She hasn't been able to paint in months. Everything she makes seems twisted and wrong , an abomination of oil paints and a mockery of everything she's worked to accomplish. (She buries the voice that says she hasn't truly accomplished anything deep in her chest and tries to forget it can still breathe). She's felt stuck, a broken record that keeps skipping the same line of a song she's heard a hundred times. She can feel everything falling away from her, but doesn't know how to hold on to it all. She's losing it all with nothing she can do to stop it.

Nina doesn't have time for this- this crisis , something hisses in her ear, teeth grazing against her neck. But the problem is, she never has time for any of this. It all keeps piling up and then she’s buried under the weight of it and then she's having a panic attack in a public restroom and turning in late assignments and making excuses and she can’t do that . She can't do that again. So she compartmentalizes, picks out tiny little problems, and thinks about them for a short while, washes it down with wine, and calls it a night. Everything she doesn't deal with disappears in the morning. And she likes it that way.

But morning has come, and she still feels like a goddamn inside-out sock and she doesn't know what to do about it. Nina has been floundering for years, though, so this isn't any different than anything else.

Her phone flickers and the curling numbers read 7:49. Shit. She has a nine a.m. class and she's still in bed. Normally, she'd get to rot into her pillows for another hour at least, but she needed it for her major, and by the time she'd finally finished agonizing over which courses to take, it had been the only time slot open. So, here she is, aching limbs and sunburnt eyes, stepping onto the cold embrace of hardwood floors. She shivers, and the weak threads of sunlight that weave through the windows don't make the room any warmer.

The shower isn't warm, either. She bears the wet chill anyway. The water is soothing and it washes away the dregs of sleeplessness from her eyes. She stands under the spray, lets it drip down her back, and feels something like comfort as the soap slips down around her ankles and the room begins to smell like lavender. She waits for the water to finally run low, and steps out, puddles tracing her footsteps as she makes her way to her dresser.

Her hair lies damp on her shoulders, thick strands tangled and dark against her skin. It started curling, lately, and she's not sure why, but she doesn't quite mind. Sometimes, she closes her eyes, and imagines vines and leaves woven through the loose curls. A vision of Dionysus with dirt-stained fingers and violet stains under her eyes. A fairy twined with sumac and oak, wings that glow gold in the sunlight. She's always wanted to be special. She's always wished to be more than she is. But now, her own haggard reflection is what stares back at her. She's not sure if she likes what she sees.

She's not sure that it matters.

Nina gets dressed, rifling through her closet in search of something warm. It’s not like she’s obsessed with how she looks, but she does try and pick something nice. Today, she settles on a pink sweater patterned with strawberries, and earrings to match. (She’s nothing if not consistent.) It’s soft and thick, and it smells like summertime. It’s perfect for this, the kind of day that soaks through your skin and wears away at your bones. She slips into thick boots and a pair of jeans, and she's gone.

She takes the spiral staircase outside of her apartment one creaking step at a time, counting as she goes. One, two, three, four, avoid the loose nail on five, six, seven, eight. She should get that fixed, she thinks. But that would require seeing the landlord. And no one wants to see the landlord. The thought whispers away as fast as it came.

The staircase spits her out in the church vestibule. It’s all dark wood and low ceilings, pale morning light filtering through the narrow windows. Soft music floats through the heavy doors separating Nina from the nave of the church, and if she listens closely, faint chanting is woven between the notes. The song sounds familiar. She’s unsure if it’s a psalm drilled into her from middle school bible camp or because the organ drums the same tune beneath her floor every day.

Nina stands a moment longer, eyes momentarily fluttering closed as she listens, grasped by an unnamable sensation equal parts reassuring and paralyzing. And then she’s out the door, down the marble steps, and on the street.

The cold air stings her cheeks and her shoulders wince against the wind. She really should've grabbed a coat before she left, but it's fine. She still hasn't eaten, and she has a class in half an hour. If she turns back now she'll be late. So, Nina grits her teeth, ignoring how hard they're rattling against each other, and tugs the sleeves of her sweater down to cover her shaking hands. The coffee shop’s only a five-minute walk, and it'll be warm inside, and that's the only thing that keeps her moving forward. Her feet beat on the concrete with a steady rhythm, and she focuses on that instead of the aching cold.

The awning of the Dregs greets her, bold block letters on top of old red brick. Scuttling through the door, she’s welcomed by a gust of warm air. The barista looks up at the gentle tingle of the bell and flashes her a quick smile before resuming their work. They don’t look familiar. Must be a new hire. It feels like every time she gets comfortable around here, something changes. The world rolls and ripples under her feet, and she doesn’t remember the last time she’s caught her balance.

Nina takes a deep breath and rubs her hands together, which are now bright pink, then places them on the tips of her ears, which are also bright pink. The morning is quiet, with only a scattering of patrons to be found in the mixed-matched chairs. Some of the dark red wallpaper is beginning to peel off the plaster behind the counter. The Dregs she knows and loves.

“Good morning.” Behind the counter stands the barista, hands fidgeting with a dishtowel.

Nina blinks. “Mornin’,” she croaks, voice weak. She takes a look at the drink menu, even though she’s been here every morning since freshman orientation, because she needs to look busy and not as if she’s more burnt out than a pile of ash. Thankfully, the barista notices her quiet plea and doesn’t try to strike up any more conversation.

A few beats of silence pass, only interrupted by the occasional clink of coffee mugs. Despite already knowing what she’s going to order--the same damn caramel macchiato with far too much sugar than she should start her day with because why would she ever change the habits that hurt her the most--Nina stares at the menu overhead. Her eyes slowly unfocus, not actually reading the menu so much as wondering if she should even try to, so she doesn’t realize how much time has passed until the barista clears their throat with a little more vigor than necessary.

“So…” they start, rocking on the balls of their feet and making a point to not look directly at Nina. “Can I get you started or…?”

She snaps her head back down. “Oh, shit - sorry, yeah.” She allows herself one more moment to reconsider, then orders the caramel macchiato, but not before fumbling with her change. A cascade of pennies and nickels and dimes all crash to the floor and all noise in the cafe ceases at once. Nina doesn’t need to turn around to know how many pairs of eyes rest on her.

“I’ll, uh - get that for you right away.” The barista couldn’t have shuffled away any faster, disappearing into the back.

Nina swears once, loud, then stoops down and collects her change. Fucking figures. This morning has felt awfully representative of life in recent years - bitter, shitty, reliant on loose change. Yet her pride, or perhaps self pity, leaves her stagnant, unable to change. She refuses to get her hopes up about the coffee. With her luck it’ll be bitter and shitty, too.

The barista comes out soon after, coffee in one hand and muffin in the other. They set both on the counter and offer Nina a meek look. “Muffin’s on the house.”

“Oh. Thank you,” she says, scooping both into her hands. And she means it.

“Of course,” they say. Then they lean over the counter and point across the cafe. “And, uh - the drinks in the case over there, the orange ones. Yeah, those. They’re good for hangovers.”

Nina looks from the barista, to the case, then back to the barista. So that’s what this is. She scrunches her face into a weak smile, though it probably looks more like a grimace, and takes her drink without another word. Of course they think she’s hungover, because who would have such a shitty morning if they were sober? That thought is chased with a wave of guilt, heavy. They were being nice. Why can’t she just say thank you and move on? She pushes the door open and the bone chilling day greets her with a sting of cold that bites at her cheeks, her nose, ready to greet her next misfortune.

[kinglivv]

Justice

Beth Latimer x Reader

Summary: Set after series 3 epsiode 3. Mark drops some stuff off at the house for Lizzie one night and you let him in while Beth's asleep. However, Beth wakes up and chaos erupts.

Warnings: Mention child death

A/N: I finally feel I've seen enough of Broadchurch to post a proper Beth Latimer fic, so here you go! The beth x reader tag definitely needs more love.

Beth's fast asleep, lying on top of you with her arms wrapped around your shoulders like a vice in her usual clingy manner and her hair tickling your chin. ('I am not clingy!' You can hear her voice reply). You slide a hand under her shirt and breathe in the familiar smell of head and shoulders shampoo, holding her a little tighter.

You had been watching the TV - some corny game show repeat - but when she'd fallen asleep against you, you'd turned it off and pulled a blanket up over her, allowing her some peace. She'd been in a strange mood all evening - you could tell as soon as you'd gotten home from work. So was Chloe, both lost in thought and with an idenitical grim expression on their faces. You had decided not to press them.

It's coming up for midnight and you'd been dozing off yourself when you suddenly hear a key in the door.

You tense, frozen with Beth in your arms as you watched through the doorway of the living room to the front door where in the clouded glass you can see a dark figure. The door unlocks and you brace yourself...

It's... Mark. It's bloody Mark.

"Mark," You hiss, careful not to wake Beth. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I needed to drop some stuff off!" He whisper-shouts back as if it was the most normal thing in the world to be breaking into his ex-wife's house. He looks you both up and down, and there's a slight envy in his gaze.

"It's bloody midnight! We've told you about letting yourself in."

It should be slightly awkward that he's your girlfriend' ex- husband, but you'd always maintained a respectful if not slightly wary relationship with the man, never quite sure what to think of him. He respected you too, though - you were kind to Beth and that's all he cared about. She had wanted to keep a friendship with Mark after they split, especially for the kids, and you'd always tried to not put yourself in the way of that. You knew what Danny's death had done to them all, and you realised that him coming over for tea every so often and getting to see the kids was a vital part of their lives.

However, you couldn't excuse him breaking in in the middle of the night.

"I was on a late job, I just needed to bring back the stuff Lizzie left at mine the other day." He held up the peppa pig backpack in his hand. "I didn't expect you to be awake."

"Look - fine," You resist rolling your eyes. "If Beth wakes up to find you here, she'll kill both of us."

"I know."

You shift slightly, gently moving Beth off of you. She stirs a little, groaning in her sleep, and you run a hand through her hair.

"Sh, love, it's alright." You mumble softly and she stills again as you stand up, leaving her dozing on the sofa alone.

Mark watches on with a poorly hidden jealousy. Once upon a time, Beth would have woken up at the mere fact he was present in the room. Now, she barely stirred at the sound of his voice. You had everything he had once loved. Everything he had ruined.

It hurts to know that you're better for her than he ever was.

"C'mon then." You say to him, giving him a funny look and making for the stairs, no idea what he's thinking.

He follows obediently, backpack in hand. Silently, you open the door to Lizzie's room, checking the toddler's still asleep. She looks tiny in the twin sized bed amoungst her peppa pig covers (she was going through a phase), and her star projector glitters over her dainty features.

You step aside to allow Mark in, and he quietly sets the bag down by her wardrobe before going to the bed. He leans down, presses a gentle kiss to her head, and stands up. He gazes for a moment around the room, a sadness on his face and you look away, feeling like you're intruding on something. You know that when he looks around Lizzie's room, he only sees Danny's.

"Dad?"

Lizzie's voice is small and sleep roughened. Shit. You'd woken her up.

"Hiya darlin'," He coos, and you glower at him.

"Mark!" You hiss. He waves a hand towards you dismissively and kneels down next to her.

"You should be asleep." He tells her.

"I don't want to be asleep!" She says excitedly, loudly, and you cringe. "Why are you here?"

"Lizzie, you're going to wake up mummy!" You whisper, but you're ignored by her as she continues to chatter away. Mark of course, doesn't make any effort to stop her.

"Y/N?" You hear Beth call from downstairs and your head thumps against the wall with a resigned thud. Well that's you done for.

Mark steps back out into the hallway just as Beth reaches the top of the stairs, her mousy hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, her t-shirt hanging loosely off a shoulder.

She freezes.

"What are you doing here?" She asks flatly.

"I needed to drop some stuff off for Lizzie."

"Mark, it's the middle of the night!" She tells him angrily, before turning to you accusingly. "Did you let him in?"

"He let himself in!"

"I can't believe you!" She exclaims to him, her accent thickening, and you mentally thank Chloe for staying away at a friend's house tonight. "You come in here with that bloody lawyer this morning and now you decide it's a good time to start visiting your kids in the middle of the night?"

Bloody lawyer? What bloody lawyer? You hadn't heard anything about a bloody lawyer. You'd been at work all day.

"Beth, I just needed to drop stuff off for Liz! And we need to talk about that lawyer anyway."

"No we do not!" Beth practically yells. She's worked up and you can't help but wonder where this had come from. What had happened today that had set everything off? It's at this point Lizzie chooses to come running out of her room to involve herself in the excitement. You quickly scoop her up into your arms before she can get any further.

"You're giving up so easily, Beth, we need to take our every chance at getting justice."

"Mark, we are not getting justice and you know it." She hisses, tears in her eyes.

"How do you know? You're givin' up on Dan so easily!"

"I have spent three years of my life not giving up and I've realised that we're never going to get what we want." She snaps. "You need to stop chasing Danny like it's something we're in control of. You need think about me and Chloe and Lizzie, because we're still here."

It's then that you decide to intervine.

"Mark, go. Please." You tell him shortly before he can continue. You didn't know what this was about, but clearly Beth was angrier with him than usual. Much angrier.

He simply glares at you, and then turns roughly to the stairs, elbowing past Beth as he does so. You stare at her, holding her eyes while he clatters down them and then the door slams behind him.

"Go to bed." You tell her quietly. "I'll put Liz back to sleep."

She nods wearily, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as she passes.

---

"What was that about?" You ask as you close the door behind you. Lizzie had gone to bed without a fuss, practically back asleep before her head hit the pillow.

"Mark being a dick." She replies, her back to you as she lies on the bed, probably glaring at the wall.

"Well that's nothing new, babe." You tell her, earning a light chuckle as you lie down behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She rolls onto her back to look at you.

"He turned up to the house with one of the lawyers from the trail today." She explains, and you hold your breath. "Says he wants to open a civil case or something. Another messy trail to try get Joe Miller in jail again."

"Do you want that?"

"No!" She says exasperatedly. "I know it's impossible. Me and Chlo have finally healed from it - as much as we're going to - yet he just keeps kicking at it and digging things up, scratching at it like a scab. I went and told him that by the harbour this afternoon after he pulled that stunt, and he won't take no for an answer. He's only thinking for himself and not the other three people in his family."

"I think he just wants closure."

"We got closure," She replies firmly. "'Not guilty.' And then we stuck him in a taxi to Sheffield."

"He doesn't see it like that though, does he? He's always going to feel guilty for hitting Dan. He's always going to want more."

"Do you not think I feel guilty?" She asks, tears stinging her eyes and suddenly she looks so, so small. "I wish I'd checked on him that night. I wish I'd went through his phone, just once, maybe I could have spotted-"

"I know darling," You whisper comfortingly, trying to stop her from going into a spiral you'd seen her fall down countless times. Pressing a brief kiss to her lips, she softens beneath you. "We're not going to let him drag it up again, okay? If you think it'll do more damage than good, then we'll be no part in it. I'll see to that."

She nods, although you can see a slight uncertainty in her hazel eyes. You know Danny was always a sore spot for her - it had taken months for her to properly start talking about it when you'd first started dating, and even now, occasionally she justs completely closes up. You wondered if that was what she was doing now. Did she truly believe they'd never get justice, or was she just scared of the pain that would come with it?

"It's tomorrow's problem, yeah?"

"Yeah." She agrees. Sleep tonight, worry tomorrow.

Then there's three taps at the door.

"Mummy? Y/N?" She says your name a little sloppily - she can't pronouce it properly yet. Beth jumps up.

"Hiya darling." Beth coos, picking her up when the toddler pushes open the door.

"Where's Dad? Why did he leave?" She asks both of you as Beth sits down on the bed next to where you're lying and crosses her legs, Lizzie in her lap. You reach up a hand and Lizzie grabs onto it, grinning down at you with gapped teeth.

"Dad was just dropping by." You tell her kindly.

"Why did you shout at him, Mum?"

Beth sighs.

"Do you remember Chloe telling you about Danny, darling?" She asks.

"Yeah."

"Well Dad keeps bringing him up, and I don't want to talk about him. Neither does Chloe or Y/N."

"Then I don't want to either." She huffs, folding her arms. She looks so much like her mum and you snort a laugh.

"Good girl." Beth says smiles, her eyes sparkling. "Do you want to sleep here tonight? I'm sorry you had to hear all that between me and daddy."

She nods, shuffling off of Beth's lap and slotting in between you two easily. Beth lies down, wrapping an arm around you both and tugging the covers up.

"Goodnight. I love you." You tell her and she presses a kiss to your cheek.

"I love you."

You half wonder if she'll actually sleep.

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15. Assignments

We didn't have a lot of time after the mission to celebrate a job well done. Wanda kissed me after asking to see my face instead of AV's, and I still felt like I was floating. Truth be told, I was – the quinjet took off as soon as everybody got back, their various missions complete. About an hour after takeoff, however, Tony came up to me and squeezed into the seat on my left side. Wanda was asleep on my right shoulder, her fingers still intwined with mine as she slept. I smiled at the witch as she slept sweetly before turning my attention towards Tony, trying to avoid eye contact with Natalie who was shooting daggers in our direction. "Good job not dying today, kid," the older man smirked at me. I decided to take the compliment, it was probably as good as it was going to get from someone like Stark.

"Well thank you, Tin Man. I appreciate it." Tony grinned and rolled his eyes.

"Iron...it's Iron...nevermind, not important. I've got a mission for you and you're leaving as soon as we get back." I blinked at him. Nothing like all work and no play.

"Really, just me?" I grinned. The smile suddenly became much less pronounced when Tony completed his information.

"No, not just you, newbie. You're going with one of our best. Natasha." I raised my eyebrows.

"Tony!" I hissed at him. "Come on, man – you can't do this to me." I wanted to punch the self-satisfied smirk right off of his face, but knowing my luck I would hit the edge of his helmet instead and probably break my hand. Tony shrugged.

"What can I say? It's nothing personal." I huffed and folded my free hand arm across my chest. The other one was still being held captive by a sleeping witch that I didn't particularly feel like waking up.

"It kind of feels personal," I muttered under my breath. Tony had ears like a bat, though.

"Ok, kid. Let's think about this." I rolled my eyes and geared up for his planned hero speech. "You are, without hesitation – one of the best martial artists that shield has produced. He leaned forward so he could whisper in my ear "and you turn into a spooky white, inky, rage monster that can literally rip people limb from limb." I had to give him that one – he wasn't, technically speaking, wrong. "Natasha is a weapon all on her own – she was trained for distance and close-combat fighting. We need both of your skills to get in and get out without making a scene." I glanced across the cabin at Natalie, who was currently occupying the co-pilot's seat. Clint was sleeping in the pilot's. I hated to admit it, but she could fly. I exhaled slowly. Truth be told, there really didn't seem to be a lot that the woman couldn't do. Tony moved from my side as Wanda began stirring against my shoulder. "I'm going to go let the woman know," he chuckled, glancing back at me. "I expect she'll take it just about as well as you did." Tony went and stood beside Natalie, and I tried not to pay attention as the two whisper-shouted at each other. I smirked as Natalie switched to Russian.

"фигня, Stark. ни хрена." I smirked. Her range had increased since the last time she was speaking to me that way. At least I wasn't fielding the outrage currently. I sighed again. That was most likely short-lived before all of her hyper focus was once more fixated on me.

"What was all that about?" Wanda asked sleepily as she readjusted her head on my shoulder, squeezing my fingers lightly. I smiled down at her.

"Tony is sending me on a mission with Natal...Natasha when we get back to the compound." Wanda pulled away from my shoulder as she looked up at me, her green eyes wide with worry.

"Are you okay? Small team missions are a lot more intense, and if you're not ready, I can..." I smiled and kissed the top of her head reassuringly.

"It's going to be fine," I smiled. She grabbed my hand and pulled it around her shoulders so she could snuggle into my chest.

"You're warm," she mumbled as she nuzzled against my chest. I ran my fingers lightly through her hair, trying to lull her back to sleep. I glanced up as Tony and Natalie switched places, the redhead approaching the rear of the jet, sitting across from me expectantly. She glanced at Wanda, watching carefully until she was satisfied the other woman was asleep.

"Are you okay with this Brock?" She asked me, a snarky tone evident in her voice. I glanced at her properly for the first time in a while. She had worry lines on her forehead, and I was no longer entirely convinced that she was inquiring after my competence. It almost sounded like she was concerned with me.

"I can hold my own, Natalie." She scoffed and looked off towards the cockpit again.

"I'm not worried about that." I stared at her, unsure of what she was referring to.

"What then?" My answer was far sharper and more pointed than I had intended originally, and Natalie withdrew a little bit internally even if physically she didn't move a muscle.

"I just need to know you have my back." My eyes opened wide, and I blinked at her for a few moments before I trusted myself to speak in anything but a scream of outrage.

"I always had your back, Natasha." I spat her name at her like it was poisonous. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she stared back, refusing to break contact first. "Turns out, I just didn't know whose back I had." I watched as she shook her head.

"Forget about it." She got up, moving towards the rear of the jet where she settled into a comfortable position and pulled out her ipod, inserting the pods in her ears and effectively tuning out the world around her as she stared off into space. I settled back in my seat trying to get as comfortable as possible for the duration of the flight. I wasn't sure where we were headed, or what we were going to be doing exactly, so I wanted to rest up when I knew I had the opportunity. Something told me that I wouldn't be getting a lot of rest for the next couple of days – mentally or physically, let alone emotionally. I allowed my thoughts to drift off as I closed my eyes, pulling Wanda closer as I drifted off to an uneasy, dreamless, sleep.

[my-darling-has-forgotten-me]

Oof... I'd feel for anyone in that situation. Thanks for the ask, and thank you for the compliment! I appreciate the support ❤️

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️

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𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕟𝕠 𝕗𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ~

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 = 𝐾𝑜𝑢 𝑀𝑢𝑘𝑎𝑚𝑖 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ~

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I got inspiration for this off 'Say I Love You'

"Kou! I heard your new song! It's so good!"

"Aw really?! Thanks for the support!"

"Yeah! We heard it too! You're as awesome as always!", Gushed a group of his fangirls.

"Oh! Y/N, you can go on ahea-"

But as always, I going to class before him. Automatically walking ahead of him. It's like this everyday, he gets crowded and I'm told to go. It's so annoying....

I walk ahead and saw Ruki, he looked at me and approached me. "Where's Kou? You've been going to class on your own a lot lately", he asked as stern as ever. "He's... Busy", I said, looking behind me seeing Kou laughing and smiling at his little harem.

"So it's like that? I don't like his neglect to you much either but I suppose it's his duty as an idol to entertain his fans", deadpanned Ruki, looking at the scene also. "N-no... I find his actions reasonable, besides it's not like I'm jealous or anything..."

Ruki softened his normally stoic face. "Would you like me to talk to him later? He's your Adam, he shouldn't treat you like this", he said

"No need...", I muttered and walked away. I heard fangirls muttering and whispering about me.

"Ugh... Look at that stuck-up bitch..."

"I know, she's such a whore"

I'm not...

"She only talks to Kou whenever she wants something... She's a slutty gold digger"

Stop it...

"She completely neglects him at school, seriously I bet she forces him to sleep with her"

I don't...

"Kou could do way better than Y/N..."

I know...

I put my earphones and I keep walking to class, once I get there, I see more fangirls. Stupid bitches...

I pull out my phone and I feel a pull on my right ear.

"Hey Masokitty! Wassup?", He said cheerfully. I say nothing, I feel Kou's fangirls glaring daggers at me. "Ehhh? You changed your screensaver?! Whhhyyyy? We looked so cute together in that photo!" He whined.

"So? Am I not allowed to change my background photo? And must you be so... Over the top?", I deadpanned, I only get into trouble when Kou gives me attention in public.

"Take it easy, I was just asking... Anyway, what're you listening to?", Kou said placing the earphone into his ear.

"Hey!"

"Huh...? Everybody Wants To Rule The World again?", He asked.

"Loser...", One of the girls uttered.

"You seem off today? You doin alright?", He asked in a worried voice.

"Nothing, I just didn't get much sleep last night!"

"Maybe because I didn't let you sleep last night?~ I'm sorry! You know how I get when I'm needy~", he said putting his arm around my waist.

Jesus Christ! No need to bring it up infront if people you dumbass! I felt more glares of horror and burning hatred being stabbed into me.

"Y/N, you listen to a song on loop when you're upset, are you sure it's okay?"

"Geez, I'm on my period okay!", I hissed... God, why can't he just leave me alone in school?

"it actually ended last-"

"Can you shut the fuck up for five seconds?!"

Everyone looked at me... Kou just glared at me, well, I'm in for it tonight.

I walked into class and I just tried to forget... everything. Why did I have to say that?!

I quickly leave the class after the bell rang and I headed straight for the girls bathroom hastily. I lock myself in a stall and went on my phone, again.

"Kou would look sooo good with Megumi right?", A feminine voice sighed.

"Doesn't he already have a girlfriend? It's that Y/N girl right?"

"I hate that bitch, she told him to shut the fuck up today, the audacity"

"Seriously?- Oh hey Megumi!"

Who's Megumi? I heard she's some really famous model/idol. I listen in on their conversation.

"Hey guys! What's up?", She said enthusiastically.

"Did you hear what Y/N said to Kou today?"

"Hm? Yeah I heard about it... Poor Kou, he must feel so abused by her. Also I asked him if he wanted to do a photoshoot with me and he said yes!"

My heart sank at her words... He really said that he'd do it with her? I get an Instagram notification that Kou updated his story, I went on and it read: Doing a photoshoot with Megumi! I'm so excited! I'll put pictures on later!

I turned my phone off in defeat. I'll stay with him for the plan... Not because I'm in love with him. I'm sick of the shit he does at this point. I wait for the girls to leave, which didn't take long so I left the stall and went to wash my hands. "Hey you stupid bitch!", A voice screamed at me. I ignored it. "DONT FUCKING ANNOY ME BITCH!".

I looked at her and I felt a strong impact on my face and I felt something run down my face. I looked in the mirror and blood was spilling down. The girl and her friends took turns hitting me and they left after 5 painful minutes.

I hate this...

I walk out to the nurse's office and grabbed a large plaster for my face and walked out. Why can't this day just end? I wanna go back and go to bed.

"Masokitty...?"

"Yeah... What's up?"

"What happened to your face?"

"I..."

I saw the group of girls snickering at me.

"I fell..."

"Is that right?", He said getting serious. The way he was looking at me made me wanna crawl under a rock and die. School was over before I knew it and the car ride was silent, a very awkward silence.

"I wanna talk when we get back Masokitty... I'm not very happy on how you were acting today, it was sooo embarrassing"

Yuma pursed his lips and widened his eyes, knowing that some major tea is going to go down.

"I'm sorry for being such an embarrassment...", I said shyly, not looking him in the eyes.

Does he honestly think that he'd be the one suffering...?

"I don't think you're an embarrassment Livestock... Kou, you need to think about Eve, her happiness should be your top priority. The plan is almost finished"

"I-it's really fine, it's not like it matters to me whether I'm happy or not...", I deadpan looking out the window.

"Jesus Christ! What the hell is your problem today?! You're starting to piss me off!", Yelled Kou.

"It doesn't matter, I'll just...deal with it myself or whatever", I sighed listlessly.

"Eve... isn't...acting...like...her...normal...self...at school... you...tend...to...be....much...happier...at... home....are...you...sure...that... you're... fine....at....school?", Said Azusa, clearly worried.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me. Nothing that bad has happened", I said smiling.

"Oh, also I gotta go out later today", said Kou.

"Be back before dinner, what time are you going at?", Asked Ruki. He's such a mom sometimes.

"Uhhh... 12:00 to 15:00. Shouldn't you of all people be curious as to where I'm going Masokitty?", Hissed Kou.

"Not really no, just don't do anything dumb"

Kou ignored you for the rest of the car ride and avoided you for the rest of the night.

It was time for you to go to bed, you just went to your own room because you thought he didn't want you to sleep next to him.

It was 16:00... He should've been home by now... I checked his Instagram and...

He and Megumi made such a good couple... Comments on the post said that they should start dating, they'd make such a great couple.

What is this... Inferiority?

This crushing feeling like I'll never be good enough for Kou...

Do I only love Kou because... He's someone no one else can have? Do I see him as a trophy...?

Does he only see me as a blood bag? Something he can use for his amusement?

I turn off my phone and flop onto my bed, Jesus Christ, I wanted to cry until I eventually drown into my tears.

It feels like Kou's moving away from me... And I hate it.

Ruki POV-

"Explain this Kou", I ordered showing him an image on my phone of his going into some girls apartment. I was beyond annoyed with him for what he did.

Kou was looking at the photo in shock. "You slept with that girl didn't you?! Incase you haven't noticed, you have a girlfriend, who has seen this and questioning her worth to you"

"Ruki! I didn't sleep with her and most importantly, Y/N saw?!", He yelled. "She even said that you and Megumi made a good couple today at lunch"

Kou looked like he was about to cry.

"I knew it was weird, how she was always trying to avoid me at school. I ruined her..."

About time he came to his senses...

"She even told me that she'll stay to fulfill the plan, not for you. The stress of choosing an Adam was hard enough, but the stress of her Adam not loving her is worse"

Kou rushed off finally. Besides, I knew he'd never cheat on her. He loves her too much...

Y/N P.O.V.

I was looking outside my window and I heard running down the hall, Kou burst in with no context and rushed over to me.

I tensed up and closed my eyes, thinking that he'd yell at me but instead, he just stood infront of me helplessly crying like a child. He leant down and embraced me like I was going to disappear in seconds.

"I'm...I'm s-sorry! I was o-only thinking about m-myself!", He cried, I could barely decipher what he was saying yet I had an idea why he was being so apologetic.

Because I saw the picture of him going into Megumi's home and he wants me to keep being in his little harem.

I out one arm around him and keep a listless face, knowing him he's just trying to manipulate me into feeling sorry for him.

"Grow the fuck up, you're just sad because you got exposed and I'm just the most convenient to go and cry to"

He looked at me and started crying even more. "SHUT UP! I LOVE YOU AND I'D CHOOSE YOU OVER MEGUMI- NO ANY MAN OR WOMAN OUT THERE!", he yelled.

"R-Ruki told me that... You think that I no longer care about you or love you... I don't want to be around those girls, they only like me because I'm attractive and famous but you- you've seen me at my worst and most violent, yet you've still stayed with me... Thank you... Thank you so much Y/N, my precious Eve"

I hug him back and I felt like crying, however, there was still a little demon on my shoulder telling me that he was faking it.

"Kou...there's no way that I'd be good enough for someone like you"

His mood swing came and he aggressively grabbed my shoulders. "How the hell can you say that?! Jesus Christ, you're the most precious thing to me! I'd sacrifice my career for you in a heartbeat!"

I'm getting mixed feelings here, he says he loves me but he sounds like he's gonna strangle me any second. Why couldn't Yui be an option? She can be my Lilith but that's not the point.

"Stop lying to me...", I whisper, holding onto him tighter.

"I'm not... You know how much I hate lies"

"Stop lying..."

"I'm not", he said softly holding onto me.

I start crying quietly, feeling a lot better that Kou gave me the verification that I so desperately wanted to hear, yet there was still some lingering doubt.

We skipped school to hangout and to do other stuff.

Timeskip~ Monday

"Kou! You looked so handsome in that photoshoot!"

"Thanks! But I don't have time to talk today because I need to focus on my special lady", he said politely.

"It's been awhile since we both went to class together", I said. I was in much better spirits because he was with me.

I guess being around with Kou in public isn't that bad.

IDGAF if I made mistakes, just deal with it because I'm too lazy...