#shhh it's still his birthday some places in the world

[wrathofrats]

Hiii it’s @littlemoon-beams birthday and she’s literally so sweet and deserves the world like??? She’s always so nice to everyone and sometimes has fuckwads in her asks, so in honor of her and for her pls have some Mountain Dew fluff

Dew taking care of mountain because his hair is a fucking rats (haha) nest because he is so very bad at taking care of himself.

Dew kept a hand in the water, swirling it with his finger to watch the steam rise around it, keeping it warm. Mountain sighed and sunk deeper, bubbles rising to cover his chest and rest under his chin before giving a loud yelp as dew pulled on a particularly difficult knot.

“Gotta stay still mo, I’m trying my best” dew sighed, pushing him back down and picking at the knot with his comb once again.

“It hurts, you can’t get someone to use their magic to make it not hurt or something?”

“Well it wouldn’t hurt if you’d take care of it in the first place”

Mountain crossed his arms, sending a bit of water outside the tub. Hopefully onto dewdrop as revenge for being mean to him.

The conditioner was luxurious smelling, something he’s sure dew made papa spend a lot of money on, if he didn’t just straight up steal it. Wherever he got it was none of his business but he almost felt bad about dew using such good products just to get his hair smooth again.

Mountain had a bad habit of just not caring about it. He preferred it long, like dew and Swiss did but after working all day with it thrown up in some kind of lazy bun, it was the last thing he’d want to do to spend the time to untangle it. And he’d do that for as long as possible, before slinking to dew, Swiss, or cumulus to untangle his hair so he can live peacefully once again.

“Wish you’d brush it more, your hair is beautiful mountain” dew mumbled, mostly to himself as he admired the now smoothe section he could clip out of the way. Mountains hair was pretty, a nice darker brown that had highlights from the sun, and a nice wavy texture to it. He had more hair than dew and Swiss, probably combined, so it was no wonder he had an awful time taking care of it. Even if dew wished every day he would.

“I know, I try dew” mountain sighed

The bath was full of some lavender soap mountain had made at some point, probably for cumulus. Small lavender buds floating around him in the bubbles. He could sleep like this if he wanted to, dew brushing a smooth piece of hair over and over while he relaxes as the temperature rises a bit more with dews magic.

“I know you do mo,” dew said, brushing through the entirety of his hair, “if you ever want me to brush it after a long day, just ask, I’d love to”

“Thank you droplet” mountain let dew tip his head back into the water, massaging the conditioner out of it before bringing his head back up to squeeze the water out.

His head was suddenly warmer, dew brushing through his fingers.

“What are you doing now?”

“Shhh stop fussing, just drying it so I can braid it for you”

“You can’t braid it wet?”

Dew cringed, giving him a small chuckle as he wrapped the hair tie around the end.

“No, you can’t braid it while it’s wet”

[wist0ragic]

#☆ yandere glamrock freddy !¡ headcanons

(this is my first time writing something so bear with me 😭 it was kinda rushed near the end)

cw: possessive behaviour, overprotectiveness, slightly controlling, slight stockholm syndrome, slightly manipulative, typical yandere behaviour you would expect

- for starters as you would expect and just like everyone else would agree, glamrock freddy is a much more tame yandere

- he’s definitely not out for blood and would in no way physically harm you or others unless absolutely pushed to do so (and only then he would hurt others if absolutely necessary)

- but he will absolutely guilt trip you with those sweet eyes of his and insist that he’s the only one who could really protect you and keep you safe from the harsh reality of the world and all of its cruelties

- whether you’re an employee at the mega pizza plex or simply a customer who stops by when they can, you manage to catch the bots eye on day one

- for example let’s say we went with the idea that you were an employee that worked for the massive place, it would be your first day and of course the usual anxieties of starting something new start to overwhelm you a little

- especially since your main duties would be maintenance work on the big four

- and who else but freddy would immediately pick up on the fact that you were nervous on your first day and happily offer guidance and reassurance

- i mean he practically spends the whole day with you glued to your hip, or at least as much as he can, what with being the big man himself

- but as soon as any shows or birthday parties were finally over with freddy would immediately find his way to wherever you were and fret over how you were doing without him

- had you taken enough breaks? did you drink enough water? did you have something to eat on break? have customers and coworkers been nice to you? have his band mates been treating you well? did you miss him?

- all of these are questions that freddy would fire off rapidly due to worry

- eventually, after some time working at the pizza plex, you open up to freddy about how the monotony of work was getting to you

- and that having to deal with shitty coworkers and customers five days a week was utterly exhausting

- that’s when the idea clicked in the bots head

- freddy could tell you were tired and so who better than him to rescue you from all of that stress and nonsense?

- he just knew that he was the only who could keep you happy and content, even if that meant locking you away in his room

- “but superstar… you shouldn’t have to worry about such silly things like work. you’re too precious to be so stressed out and tired. so let me take care of you from now on. I promise I can make you happy in here with me. It’ll be just us…. forever and ever”

- and a part of that delusional offer does sound tempting you have to admit, to have the glamrock freddy care for you and look after you, but at the end of the day escape still lingered in the back of your mind

- the same could be said if you were a customer as well

- only difference is that freddy would have first met you after his performance, he recognized you from all the cheering you did, it was incredibly endearing

- after that freddy would eagerly wait for you, counting down the days until your next visit and celebrating each and every time you stopped by

- but he would still just as easily find a way to convince you to come with him in his room to spend time together

- “come on superstar! it’s been too long since we last got to hang out, let’s catch up in my room! i have plenty of time before my next show”

- and who wouldn’t trust the big ol’ sweetheart?

- that’s when you would find yourself with the door locking heavily behind you and freddy managing to slip you a nighttime candy or two

- “shhh now superstar, i’ve got you, you’re finally safe now with me” and that would be the last thing you hear before your whole world slowly fades to black

“we were meant for each other, no one else can love you the way i do, so let’s stay together forever…. alright?”

[halosdiary]

Bad Habits | Toji Fushiguro x Reader | 呪術廻戦

CONTAINS: TOXIC EX!TOJI, Dacryphilia, Knife Play and mentions of blood.

WORD COUNT: 500+

COMMENTS: This is an honor for Toji's birthday! And I was really excited on posting this fic.

You lived a good life. You have an attentive partner, a good career and possibly even more for you in the future. So why? Why ere you fucking this up for yourself?

You lied flat on your back as you felt yourself stretch out from something poking into you. You let out a small moan as a large hand grab onto your bonnet tightly. You can feel parts of your hair being pinched.

"Toji, stop—you're so fucking rough.." you cried.

"Isn't that the part, doll?" He asked you a simple question, while still pumping into you with ease. He looked around the nice room that you currently stayed on, "You've got a nice place here? A step up even."

He was practically mocking you with that smirk on his face. He pulls the front of your bonnet then snaps it back to you. You frowned at him messing with it. You're feeding into his games, this was a reason you'd avoided him all this time. You hated you even let him back into your life. You felt your back arch as he hit a spot that made you go crazy.

"You've been avoiding my calls, avoiding me in general." He went on and on.

Your mind was at a blank, smooth at the moment. You hate to admit this, but you did miss him. You HATED this because you had someone that gave a damn about you. How was this going to go down with the both of you? Lost in your own world, you failed to see him pick up a picture of you and your new lover.

"So this is the guy?" He sneered at the picture as he tossed the picture to the side.

"What's he gonna think when his little partner is in this position?" He asked you, taunting you.

His hips snapped into you faster, feeling him brush against you back and forth. Your mind was foggy and smooth, feeling your eyes roll back as you feel yourself throbbing.  You hated how this man still had some form of rise out of you. You then felt something cold and sharp on your thigh.

"Shhh.." He shushes you. "You remember this game."

He was sliding the sharp object across your thigh. He did this a coulpe of times, until you flinched at the feel of the sharp object piercing on you. You felt the slight burn, your eyes welling up with tears. Toji's smirk was widened at the slight of crimson dripping from you.

"Aww, is baby crying?" He mocked you.

His hips snapped a few more times as his rhythm was getting a little more sloppy feeling himself getting close. He curses under his breath, looking at the sight of you being fucked stupid was a trophy to him. He took his phone out and took some pictures of you in the middle of your climax. He could cum inside you just to spite your partner. But he had a feeling he was going to visit you a lot more often.

He pulls out of you and finishes himself off, his grunts and groans echoing the room. He unloads himself on many parts of you, he pants heavily looking at the sight of you. You were a mess in his eyes, like a pile of flush, raw and beaten.

"You know, doll." He says to you as you were currently unconscious.

"You look much better like this."

TAGLIST: @ryomens-vixen @blkkizzat

[xobrattymoonxo]

CHAPTER THREE: KEIGO REFUSES

Summary: When Y/n had everything taken from her at such a young age, she wanted to strike revenge. Foster home after foster home Y/n set fires all over the place... and even some people. It wasn't until the number two hero, Endeavor, took her under his wing for a positive image. Y/n meet a boy there, Touya. Touya was the only one who understood her. One day, Touya is rushed to the hospital.....Y/n never saw him again. Endeavor begins to blame Y/n, as all his force is now aimed at her. Baby shouto came shortly after the incident. On Shouto's 7th birthday, y/n was kicked out and forced to live off of nothing. Y/n rummaged the streets of the city until she met a pro hero, snipe. He helped Y/n to better herself and become a great hero. Y/n only has one goal, though....and that's to kill Endeavor. Little did she know her childhood best friend, Touya, has been keeping an eye on her...... And he has other plans for her, hero.

Trigger Warnings: Noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, Yandere, stalking, obsessions creepy behavior, major character death, brutal scenes of violence, arson, setting people on fire, blood, gore

Taglist: Open, dm, send an ask,  or comment to be added!

AN: Your friends seem a lil fake in this chapter sorry 😭

Third person Pov

“No, Endeavor was.”

Those words burned into Keigo’s mind for a moment.

“Endeavor… he raised you?” He asked in complete shock.

“Unfortunately.” Y/n sighed.

“What!?!? He’s the number one hero now! What do you mean unfortunately?” Keigo was taken aback by her words.

“I mean he’s an abusive piece of shit who killed my best friend!” Y/n snapped.

“Woah.” Rumi said.

“That's a pretty harsh allegation Y/n.” Keigo snapped back. “If he really did all those things how could he be a hero?”

“Cause no one believed me when I tried…. And his kids….. They live in fear of him.” Y/n said back.

“What did he do to you, Y/n?” Rumi asked.

“Some really fucked up things but not as bad as what happened to Touya. He didn’t even get to come home that last time, as for me I always went home to Endeavor…. Everytime… he silenced the hospitals, burned the records and if anyone saw my scars, well they blamed it on my own quirk…. The flames of inferno…”

“Y/n…. I am so sorry…” Rumi said.

Keigo stood up and pulled his wing from Y/n and Rumi.

“I need a moment.” He said as he walked out to her balcony. The two watched him fly off as Y/n turned to Rumi again.

“I don’t think he believed me.” She said, “Should we go after him?”

“No, you stay here. I will go after him.” Rumi stood up as she walked out the front door, locking it behind her.

Y/n was left alone once again with nothing but thoughts of Touya and the evil Endeavor.

Hours passed and she still hadn’t heard anything from them. She washed off her face and decided to head out to find them. After about 20 minutes of walking, she saw the two on a patio outside a pub. She was about to approach them when an arm suddenly grabbed her back into an alley way. She looked ready to kick ass when he interrupted her.

“Shhh just listen.” The voice said in a tone unrecognizable.

Y/n was curious so she turned her attention back to Keigo and Rumi.

“I’m just saying Rumi, who could believe that about Endeavor? He’s the number one hero! No one should be saying such allegations against him!” Keigo said.

“What about Natsuo? Can’t you ask him?” Rumi asked.

“What if he’s lying too?”

“This isn’t like you Keigo. I just think you should hear her story first.” Rumi said.

“No. I can’t listen to more lies about my hero from someone we apparently don’t even know.” Keigo spat. “If it was true the Todoroki siblings would be talking about it by now!”

Rumi felt he made a good argument. “You make a fair point… I still think we should hear her out.”

“I can’t right now, I am too mad.” Keigo said.

Y/n felt a hand on her arm, pulling her back into the reality of the world around her.

“Come with me and I can make things better.” He whispered in her ear.

“Who are you?” She asked.

He didn’t say anything other than give her a menacing laugh. He turned on his heels to walk away as she watched. Before she could understand the situation, her feet were moving on their own, following this mysterious man.

He took his hood down around the back corner, as he turned to wink at her… Dabi… why the hell was he so interested in her?

Y/n walked back to her apartment as it started to rain. The realization of what she saw between Keigo and Rumi hit as tears started free falling from her eyes. Before she realized it, she was at the door of adopted dads home. She rang the doorbell as she waited patiently.

“Good timing as always, the stove broke again Y/n.” He laughed before realizing she was in tears. “Oh shit, what’s wrong?” He asked opening his arms for her.

“I finally came clean to my friends and they didn’t believe me.” She sniffled in his arms.

Snipe sighed as he pulled her inside from out in the rain.

“If your friends won’t believe you, then I think you need new friends, Sweetie.” He said calmly. “Have you spoken to Fuyumi lately? She frantically was looking for you earlier today saying it was urgent.”

“Urgent? She hasn’t messaged me at all…” Y/n pulled out her phone. She sighed seeing it was a message warning her something about Endeavor. Y/n read the full message. She pushed past Snipe as she ran to the washroom and began throwing up.

Snipe chased after her, grabbing her phone reading the message that Endeavour and Inferno are to have to work together in upcoming press conference about villainous quirks used for

Good.

“Villainous? How dare they say that when you are the number 9 hero!” Snipe snapped. “I hate how hero society casts anyone with a quirk they think is too hot to handle.”

Y/n let out a small chuckle as she caught onto his pun about fire.

“It’s okay Dad, I will figure it out. I have to get out of it somehow..” She thought out loud.

“We will figure it out, but for now, let’s go see your mom.”

He walked her into the kitchen where her mother stood trying to light the gas stove. Y/n let out a small chuckle as she lit her finger, lighting the stove.

“You guys really need a new stove.” She laughed.

Outside the house, against a tree across from the big front window, stood Dabi in a hoodie, slowly watching Y/n and the family he used to long for having a grand old time.

One day, she will be his, and he plans to make that day sooner rather than later….

Masterlist

Taglist @weirdovictor @fiestynatureweeb @venusplan @itsmearia01

[bygiornogiovanna]

An unexpected surprise

His birthday was coming up, but he didn't feel anything about it. Not happiness, as most people feel when their special day comes up, not hatred, as it is a constant reminder of his birth, nothing.

Just pure emptiness.

Not that his life as the biggest man in Italy allowed him to relax, there was nothing but a constant fight between him and the cruel world he lived in.

Despite his young age, Giorno was a tired man.

He's been trying for at least 5 years, ever since he defeated Diavolo, to get rid of the drug dealers that lay carelessly around Italy. And he got rid of many of them, but they kept coming.

It wasn't an easy job, quite the opposite.

On his 20th birthday, after a long day, all he wanted was to come home and stay near you. He wanted to spend time with you, but he didn't have any expectations. The blonde knew your hatred for him. Why wouldn't you hate him?

Probably everyone does.

A sweet chocolate scent hit his nose and he was suddenly curious. Did you or the maids cook something? No, the maids were out of question. All of them should've gone home at this hour, their shifts ended.

"Shhh! Quiet, he is here!" He heard your soft voice as he was going up the stairs and everything went quiet. What was going on?

He didn't want to believe that you planned a surprise for him, yesterday you two argued so bad and it took all the power he had to not punish you, even after all the hurtful words you told him.

"Three...two...one..." Giorno heard Mista's (not so quiet) whisper and, when he entered, he was met with darkness. Still a little confused, he turned on the lights and then...

All of his close friends jumped from their hiding places and a very loud "Buon Compleanno!" (Happy Birthday) could be heard.

Then there was you.

You were standing with the brightest smile on your face, holding a (silly, if you asked him) decorated cake, on which he could read "Happy birthday, Giorno!" in your prettiest handwriting. He could see that it was baked by you, from the way it was iced and glazed and because it was a little uneven.

But that made it even more special.

While he was taking your smile, (oh, how much he missed your true smile), he didn't notice the amount of decoration placed around the house. All of them were handmade.

From hats to confetti, everything was handmade by you and his friends. Everyone helped in the making of a surprise party.

For him.

Giorno felt happiness rush through him, disguised as a shiver that ran down his spine. Without even realizing it, as the usual birthday song started to play rhythmically from everyone's mouths, a small tear fell down his cheek, followed by many others.

The whole room cooed at that truly rare sight as the blonde hid his face behind his palm. Giorno never cried, not in front of others at least. Nobody saw him cry. Not even Bruno.

"Oh, caro." you gave the cake to Bruno and rushed to give the young man a hug. It was a surprise to see his green eyes gloss with tears. It melted your heart.

You took his face in your palms, your soft hands caressing it, wiping away the tears that kept flowing down his now rosy cheeks.

"Why are you crying, amore? It's your birthday, we should be celebrating, not crying!" you said, pushing back all the memories of the countless moments when you were in his place, crying, desperately seeking his comfort. This wasn't about you.

Today was about him. You were going to leave all of the moments ever since he took you away in the past and make him happy. If you can't escape him, at least make some memories with the one you used to be so close with.

Maybe you could still be close, if you accepted his love. That's what you wanted two years ago, right? Smiling, you kissed his nose, giving him another hug.

"Come on man, we came here to have fun!" Mista said and Giorno laughed, wiping his tears away while looking around the room. All of the guys were looking at him in an awe, even Abbacchio had a look of sympathy in his eyes.

"You're right guys. I'm sorry for this, you just...surprised me. I never had someone organize a birthday party for me." he says after taking a deep breath and breaking the hug.

"Group hug!" you yelled and all of you jumped on the blonde, hugging him tightly.

Giorno smiled, hugging you all back. Well, at least trying.

He was so lucky to have them.

To have you.

take this drabble and be prepared cause i started writing again! 🫡

[itspdameronthings]

Special Birthday

Summary: Took me awhile to finish this birthday fic! Finally its done!! Happy belated birthday Garret! Fic is in Benny's point of view. There is some smut. no minors please!!

Another year has gone. Well.. I'm still 39 until the magic hour I came into this world officially. Will thinks I'm weird. I'm not ya know. Way I see it, you turn a year older at the exact hour of ya birth. This year I'm gonna be the big four o! Officially in that club with the others. I know there will be a huge party and shit. Looking forward to it. More importantly, see what kind of gifts I'll get. Only thing I need is my special baby girl. My wife. Who is fast asleep right now. Poor girl. Worked another double shift. I just got in as well. Was called in because a huge trauma came in. Need lots of help. As much I want to crawl into bed,but I reel in blood, sweat, and other stuff that landed on me. Lookin back at her once more before closin the door. Can't wait to get cleaned up,and snuggle with her. Look so sweet ,and sexy in my old army tee. Hair still in her messy ponytail. Yet few strands round her face. Kisses her forehead,” I'm home darlin. Go back to sleep. Be back .” Heard her whispering,” hurry up daddy.Need you to hold me . “ Oh I will hurry up alright ! Wanna get some much needed rest . Boned tired! 

Turning off the bathroom light sees a vision of loveliness. She moved towards my side of the bed. Covers barely coverin her angelic, yet young body. So beautiful. Kissed her lips,” Move over baby girl. Daddy is ready for bed “ Her head on my damp chest , followed by her soft ,small fingers in my chest hair. Love her touches on me. Soothing ,and ohh so soft hands she has. Her smell of roses. So soothing. About to close my eyes till the sounds of rain fallin on the window. Least it's not thundering. Sounds like guns firing in the sky. Still can't get that sound out of my head until I met my young wife. My soulmate. Can recall the moment I met her. Was at nursing school,and needed a partner for certain things. We hitted right off. So there was over a decade between us. Oh my angel. She understands me. Knows what to do since her dad was in the army. Sounds of whimpering caused me to come back to reality. My poor baby girl. Rubbing her bare back,” I'm here. Daddy's here shhh…” Whispers in her ear to go back to sleep. Knowing the next day would be filled with lots of laughs. 

Woke up early in the afternoon to the smell of food,and music playing downstairs. Getting dressed in my old sweats and tee. Head downstairs to a beautiful site. Watching her swaying while scrambling eggs. Oh how sexy she looks!! Shit can't take it anymore! Came up behind her placing a messy kiss on her neck,”  Mmmm.. this is what I want for my birthday. To be alone with my angel of a wife. She turned around to kiss me,and told me that we can't. Have to get ready for his birthday party. She whispers that there will be a special present for me later on tonight. Oh! I have a good idea what kind of gift it would be. 

We arrived a bit late to my party. Not complainin though. We had a hard time gettin out the door. Ya see it happened like this. Here I was watchin her gettin ready. See her in that beautiful blue sundress that hugs her perfectly. One she wore on the day I first proposed to her. Couldn't help myself! I had to make love to her right then and there. I know she has to keep me busy. See I happened to read a text from Willy boy about distractin me because they haven't finished decorating because ole Pope was late getting his present and decorations. Am I gonna tell her about me snooping? Oh hell no! Not the first time I snooped when it comes to birthdays. Okay, the important ones.Like during my 16th. Knew I was getting a Jeep. ( Still own) 21st? Didn't remember much on account got drunk for the first time. Thanks bros. On to my 30th? Have to ask Will since I don't have the foggiest idea. Since he has a perfect memory. 

Finally we arrived at our favorite restaurant. See a huge picture frame with pics of me from the time I was born till the present. My parents rushed over to hug me . Made me cry since I haven't seen them since the wedding. Followed by my cousins ,and childhood friends,and lastly my brothers at arms. Will motions everyone to sit. Means one thing. Long speech followed by a few home movies. Ones I wished they would burn,or even forget about ,like me ripping my pants! Not funny! 

After that lively presentation. Time for my gifts! One that touched me was my first guitar! Seems like my darlin gave it to Pope to get it tuned up,and cleaned. Followed by a leather notebook full of my songs! I literally cried! That was the most beautiful gift I ever received! Which I tried out! Strummed a familiar tune. Till it was time for my birthday cake! Chocolate chip! Made by my ma! Love love it! 

Was gettin late for some of the guests. They left ,but not before wishing me a happy birthday. Followed by a few corny jokes. Har har har! Will, Pope ,and Frankie boy stayed to help pack up my presents. What a load! 

When we got home. Knew my darlin was up to somethin. Told me to get comfortable on the couch. She will be right back. Okay… she's up to somethin. Maybe another gift? Got my answer till the lights go dim! WTF!! Lookin up to see a naughty vision! Dressed in a  laced bra! Crotchless panties! Hello naughty angel of mine! Looks like I'm gonna get a lapdance tonight! Darlin being in the driver seat drives me wild! Can't touch her till I get permission to!  I'm so hard now! Watching her rubbing her hands on my body! Waiting for her mouth on her favorite lollipop! Prayers were finally answered till she unzipped my jeans and made her gasp since I have gone commando. Oh, that she smiles real big while she goes to work on my shaft! Closing my eyes to savor this sensation,and then to feel my balls getting licked caused me to quiver! Oh keep going darlin! Love that mouth on me! I'm hard as fuck now! Ready to be inside me! Oh got my wish! Her straddling me hands unbuttoned my shirt while grinning her heart out! Followed by her biting my neck , hands rubbing my chest! Happy birthday to me! Finally at long last I get to touch her! Had to kiss her like I have been deprived for so long! Tongues danced while we kissed till her orgasm hit. Oh, I wanted her to have more! What birthday boy wants oh he would get! 

Four orgasms later. Followed by a nice and long shower. Bed feels good right now. My now worn out angel is fast asleep. Hold her close to my chest. Followed by butterfly kisses on her forehead telling her how much I love her. Thanking her for everything. Time to get some sleep. Tomorrow work invades our lives again. Thank God for the night shift.

@musings-of-a-rose @rhoorl @crookedbreadtimemachine @dameronscopilot @romanarose

[xxsycamore]

𝐉𝐄 𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐒 . . . CHEVALIER X READER

► The stroke of midnight is soon to mark the arrival of your birthday, and all you can think about is Chevalier. He's yet to return home.

• rating: G • wordcount: 1,045 • masterlist • title taken from a namesake song by patrick watson, "I'll leave you words"

a/n: This fic is a gift for a dear friend of mine who has a birthday today (perhaps in a couple more hours in her timezone, but shhh...), @aquagirl1978 . Dear Aqua, you deserve the world, all my best wishes wouldn't be enough...thank you for being here, for all that you do for us. I'm not lying when I say that it's because of you that this place feels like home, I'm glad to have met you. I hope you can have many more wonderful moments of enjoying your favorite things, many moments of inspiration for your lovely works, many moments of laughter and many, many smiles. For starters, have a great day today, and I hope this little fic can add to the good mood! 🎉🎉🎉❤❤❤

Night has fallen over Rhodolite, draping it in its deep royal blue, a cloak of the richest kings for the town to slumber calmly underneath. It appears that this king has allowed an act of carelessness - all the gold coins from his pouch have spilled onto the sea of dark blue, rolling down far, so far that they've become miniature to the eye. Come morning, he'd send for them to be collected; right now, they're yours to admire.

The veil of clouds is thick yet you've spotted that little gap from where the tiny starts are twinkling down at you, and your gaze stays glued there as you wander off in thoughts.

You breathe in the scent of the closing page of today, and it bites back from within your lungs; the air is cold, of course it is, it's winter out there and you're wandering off into the cruel weather underdressed. This innocent little tip-toeing to the terrace is not without a reason, though admiring the night sky is more of an afterthought. You simply here with the idea that the chilly air would help awaken you a little.

Chevalier is still not back, and the clock is close to hitting midnight. You've purposely kept yourself busy until now, not wishing to go to bed without waiting for him first.

It's not that you put some sense of grandiosity to the occasion; you're not the one to demand such things, much less from your lover who has enough on his mind already. He might have forgotten even, and still you won't blame him for it - after all, you are getting something out of it. A negligible amount of selfishness, wanting for him to be the first you see on your birthday. A kiss, afterwards. You needn't even tell him, at least until the morning, when he's rested from yesterday's hardships and you can embed the thought of you in some distant corner of his refreshed mind to do with as he sees fit. You don't need lavish celebrations or all of Rhodolite's roses at your feet. A kiss after midnight will do.

You fail to suppress an yawn, despite priding yourself in having mastered that field under the stern eye of Sariel. The puff of warm air that comes with it is another waste of precious body warmth and you start missing the big and comfy bed for a whole another reason besides sleep. In record time the terrace is behind you, the dress discarded somewhere with the last remains of the coldness clinging to it - because you're already in your nightgown, all snuggled up in bed.

You hug what you call the "Chevie pillow" because of its yellow-beige tassels reminding you of his blonde hair. Having just come from outside, it's not too hard to imagine it sharing some kind of warmth with you - everything is warmer than your body right now, after all.

But with warmth comes sleepiness. As your last resort, some stubborn simpleton you are, you feel around on your nightstand for the book you've been reading. It's not some breath-hitching story able to keep you up all night as you were familiar with those, and thus you didn't pick it up sooner, but now… if you were to fall asleep, it wouldn’t be too bad to do it in the company of good book.

A distant sound of a bell comes to your ears, the stroke of midnight as you're used to hearing it. It takes a second or two even for you to realize.

You cuddle the Chevie pillow closer to your chest, imagination fast at work to paint a picture where Chevalier were able to return on time. Maybe it would've slipped from your mouth by now, you're not too good at keeping secrets. Maybe he would've given you that rare wide-eyed gaze enough to get lost in the irises of icy blue. Maybe, right after, a kiss.

It's not a sad thought, no, no, no! Now that the hands of the clock have aligned, the tension has dissipated, it seems. Now or in another hour, Chevalier is returning home, he is returning to you, he's slipping under the covers of your shared bed, and joining you in your dreams. Given that you would be dreaming by then.

Right, the book. You curl your toes under the comforter, feeling silly about the fact that you tried everything yet it was some daydreaming about your lover that finally lifted the slumber from your heavy eyelids somewhat. Taking a comfortable reading position, you open your book at the page where your bookmark faithfully waits for you.

Only, it's not the bookmark that you find there.

You take the note that was cleverly disguised as the familiar item and take a careful look at it under the light. Unfolding it, the breath refuses to come out of your lungs until you've made sure.

It's Chevalier's writing.

To the simpleton reading this well into the night,

Happy Birthday.

These two words on paper fail as a means to congratulate you, as I'd much rather be holding you in my arms right now. Even if I can tell they're most likely enough to make you smile this very moment.

Instead of waiting for me, I suggest you get some sleep. It would be best if you're well-rested for tomorrow.

Chevalier.

Tears fill the corners of your eyes, and you know the Chevie pillow will get to shine again as a replacement for the real thing, catching your tears as you bury your face in it. Instead of a coherent string of thoughts revolving around the fact that he remembered and moreover thought of such a clever way to surprise you, or the promises of the coming day, you make some kind of noise into the pillow that you're for once glad Chevalier is not around to hear and comment on. You stand like that for a moment, trying to remember how to breathe, think, anything.

You haphazardly shut the book with a thud and shove it somewhere in the nightstand, extinguishing the light and curling up onto your side clutching into your beige-colored loyal companion.

There is just one thing now.

How are you supposed to fall asleep?!

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✨ Nimona Fic Recs ✨

A good handful of Nimona fics I really enjoyed (I especially suggest the bottom three)

As The Rain Continued To Fall (Complete)

Rated G - Hurt/Comfort

Ballister x Ambrousois

It was the middle of the night, and it was dark, and he was Awake.

A night, after the end of the Movie. Ballister, alone with his thoughts.

Ashes Of The Hearth (Incomplete)

Rated T - Hurt/Comfort

Ballister x Ambrosius & Nimona

Nimona knows her power. Knows her limits.

Well, most of them.

Sidewalk Reinventions (Complete)

Rated G - Hurt/Comfort

Ballister & Nimona

Nimona, the Best and Most Renowned Shapeshifter in the World, or: a chronicle of the shapes Nimona takes through the years.

Happiness Found In You (Complete)

Rated G - Fluff

Ballister & Nimona

Here’s some fluff for that sad little man with the baby girl eyes

Following the ending of the movie!!

Not A People (Complete)

Rated G - Hurt/Comfort

Ballister & Nimona

Nimona always has a habit of getting injured during fights but nobody has ever worried about her, that is, until Ballister Boldheart came around.

(I’m) The Monster Under Your Bed (Complete)

Not Rated (G rating content) - Angst With Happy Ending

Ballister x Ambrosius & Nimona

Be it simple curiosity, or something deeper, one day Ballister asks Nimona a question

He's not ready for the answer.

Late At Night (Complete)

Rated G - Hurt/Comfort

Ballister x Ambrosius & Nimona

Nimona is still getting used to Ambrosius, it helps that Ballister loves him very much.

Twenty Seven Thousand Years Of This (Seven More To Go) (Complete)

Rated G - Hurt/Comfort

Mentions of: Panic attacks and PTSD

Ballister & Nimona

“Shhh, stop. Stop, it’s okay,” The voice soothes, now, hands hovering above her head, already formed into the shape of her hair, but doesn’t dare to touch her. “Nimona—listen to me. You’re home. You’re alright.”

Home. Noun. Four letters. Two syllables. But what the fuck does it mean to a girl who’s been a deer and a fish and a shark and a dragon and somehow in the end, despite all of that, nobody at all? What the fuck does it mean to a girl who’s seen the moons change its shape too many times over and brought fire to every valley where her baby feet steps?

or: violent nightmares aren't new to nimona. what's new is the pair of arms that holds her regardless, and a place that normal people call home.

Enough Courage To Trust (Complete)

Rated G - Fluff

Ballister x Ambrosius & Nimona

Nimona and Ambrosius don't really like each other, let alone trust each other. One of those days, they finally get a chance to bond - through kicking ass and having pizza.

Me And The Devil, Walking Side By Side (Complete)

Rated G - Hurt No Comfort

Gloreth & Nimona

On her seventeenth birthday, Gloreth sets out into the forest to finish what she started.

Or, one possibility for how the knights came to be.

Kiss It And Make It Better (Complete)

Rated G - Fluff

Ballister & Nimona

After Ballister removes the arrow from Nimona's leg, she decides she kinda enjoys the attention.

Stick Figure Stones (Complete)

Rated G - Hurt/Comfort

Ballister & Nimona

The first time Ballister came across the well, he was drowning.

Or; I thought "what if Bal found the well" and wrote this in like an hour and a half :>

A Glimpse Of What I Call Home (Complete)

Rated G - Fluff

Ballister & Nimona

Ballister realizes his dream of having a family has already been granted, after a minor slip up from Nimona during casual conversation.

Eight Months Later (Incomplete)

Rated T - Hurt/Comfort (but highlight the hurt)

Mentions of: Su*c*de, Panic Attacks, and PTSD

Ballister x Ambrosius & Nimona

Nimona’s alive. Ballister wants her to know how much people love her. He takes her to her memorial.

It doesn’t go great.

My Glory Is Yours (Complete)

Rated T - Angst With A Happy Ending

Ballister x Ambrosius & Nimona x Gloreth

Eight years after the fateful incident with Nimona, Gloreth makes a wish to fix things by the old well where they met. To her surprise, she finds herself 1000 years in the future.

[wombathos]

After the discussion conference at Koi Tower, Jin Guangyao knows he doesn't have much time left with Lan Xichen.

I wanted to write something sweet-ish for a-yao’s birthday and instead wrote something... uh, mostly just sad.

[naturesapphic]

Maybe like older!nat trying to make reader more comfortable in a social event like a party or smth cuz reader has social anxiety and started crying…

Btw i luvvv ur fics 💕💕 have a good dayyy

No parties

Older!nat x fem!reader

Warning: social anxiety, gross drunk man, cussing, soft nat

You were sitting near the back of the room sipping on a glass of water. You didn’t really like alcohol considering your last traumatic events, you try to stay far away from it. You were watching people mingle and dance around the room in the compound. It was one of Tony’s monthly parties, no he never really has a real reason for throwing them unless it’s someone’s birthday or a big accomplishment has happened, other than that he just throws them whenever.

Tonight was Tony’s best friend rhodey’s birthday so of course, tony threw him a massive party to celebrate. You wanted to go out and socialize with everyone but you just don’t like parties. They are big, loud, crowded, and you barley knew anyone besides your girlfriend plus the avengers.

Natasha saw you sitting alone on one of the couches in the back of the room far away from everyone. She frowned looking at her baby, nat could tell that you were getting anxious with more people coming to Tony’s party and some of them weren’t even invited!

Nat decided to keep an eye on you as she mingled with everyone until a man approached you. You looked so uncomfortable and Natasha wasn’t having any of it. No one messes with her girl.

“Come on precious, let’s get out of here and we can go back to my place.” The drunken man said as put his big hands all over you. You shook your head no and tried to pry his hands off of you but he was much stronger that you but definitely not strong enough to your girlfriend. “Hey! Get your hands off my girl you pig!”. Natasha gave him the deadliest death glare you could give someone, usually it would send people running for the hills but this guy was too wasted to even comprehend.

“Or what….” The man sneared at her as he towered over your girlfriend, which she wasn’t much taller than him so it shouldn’t be a problem taking him down. Natasha cracked her knuckles and kicked him in the groin. Then she grabbed his head as she collided it with her knee. He groaned loudly and went on the floor in pain as he curled up into a ball. “Mess with her again and you won’t be able to walk for months.” She growled at him as she went over to you and her heart broke as she saw you shaking. You were having a panic attack and nat had to act fast so you won’t pass out.

Nat quickly got to you and pulled you into her lap as you started sobbing. “Shhh shhh printcessa…I’m here baby I’m here…” she rubs your back and rocks you back and forth. You bury your face in nats shoulder as she picks you up in her arms. She tells Clint and tony what had happened and that she’s gonna leave the party early to take care of you. They nodded their heads in understanding and hoped that you were okay.

Nat carried you up all the way to y’all’s shared room as she sat down on the bed with you still on her lap. You had stopped sobbing and now you were just sniffling a little here and there. Nat slowly placed kisses on the top of your head and forehead. “Are you okay babygirl?” You nodded your head against her neck and yawned. Nat giggled and kissed the side of your head. “Is my little angel sleepy?” You blushed and a small smile appeared on your face as you mumbled out a “yes”.

Nat smiled as she changed you and her into matching pj sets that she got for y’all last year. You snuggled into Natashas side as you started falling asleep. Nat looked down as she admired you. She couldn’t believe how lucky she got. She has the most perfect girl in the world and she’s so thankful for you.

[pix-writes]

The tranquillity of the early hours of a new day

Javi Guitérrez x F!Reader

Summary: You and Javi reflect on your new life together and how different things are for you now.

Rating: T - M  |  (Teen to Mature: this fic is for teens &up BUT my blog is 18+ to follow!)

Words: 1.5k     |     Find it on: Ao3

Tags/warnings: post-movie life au (so expect spoilers for tuwomt), parenthood (mentions pregnancy), some references to smut, reader is mentioned with she/her pronouns, mild hurt/comfort (ptsd), but mostly contains lots of tooth-rotting fluff (you’re welcome/you have been warned -whichever applies best!)

You were still groggy from coming out of sleep to the blinking of the baby monitor, clumsily reaching for it out of reflex. Feeling the absence of your husband’s warm body by your side, you gathered he was likely across the landing to the nursery by now.

 Blinking your eyes at the screen though and waiting for the app to play the audio and fuzzy video you noticed the alarm had gone off ten minutes ago and been silenced. Javi. He was a great father but every once in a while, his stubborn protectiveness did frustrate you; you had agreed to share the load, you were parents now and you had to work as a team.

 Even if you did know that it came from a good place. You huffed out a breath. He had been through so much, raised into a world you only got to know from knowing him and what he told you, mostly, until you got caught up in the middle of the cartel being found out by American intelligence (plus Nicolas Cage) for abducting a teenage girl – all because of staying for Javi’s birthday party.

 He had been tirelessly attentive during your pregnancy, too. Had you wanted, you wouldn’t have had to have even lifted a finger (you imagine quite literally so), but that wasn’t quite your style.

 Though, it worried you, he’d been staying up and taking care of your son a lot since he had a fever a few days ago. Whilst the nurse had reassured you that he was fine, he was still a little fussy and it was obvious that Javi was feeling insecure, knowing that there might be something, anything, that could go wrong.

 You definitely had experience with that yourself, with Javi supporting you through your labour and all the built up anxiety and stresses that came after when your baby – who you named Nico – could return home and you had sat by his cot to watch him sleep, not daring to succumb to rest yourself should anything happen to him. You had managed to get through it, supporting each other, raising a family though you had never dreamt of it actually becoming a reality: you with your writing career and Javi and the danger he had been in, a family was a long-distant want, a wish…

 Taking a look at the feed you could see that he had gone into the nursery, but that was a little while ago, so you decided to look at the playback which took a minute to load. You saw Javi swaddling and swaying your crying baby before it cuts to the live audio/video.

 Nico’s cries start up again and your husband is shushing him. “No, no Nico. Shhh… oh I know, I know - it must be terrible being so poorly…” The feed goes silent again, either unable to pick up the sound or glitching, as so many of these devices do (the one you had first picked out had been a lot slower). Now Javi had crossed the room, bouncing the baby as he paced. “However, we must not wake your mama, hmm?”

 Too late. You don’t wait to swing your legs round and get out of bed. Perhaps Nico simply needed a parent swap to stop fussing, then you can drag Javi back to get the much-needed sleep he needs.

 Rounding the corner, you saw him, a hand cradling your son’s head, seeing the flash of a gold pinky ring and the wedding band right next to it. Nico was quieting now, his cry turning into a droning whine as Javi gently settled on the sofa you had placed in the nursery (a god send when Nico had needed more feeds round the clock) cuddling your baby boy to his chest. You didn’t want to disturb the peace of the moment, wondering if announcing yourself would startle either of them when Javi started to talk softly.

 “When I met your mama, I had no idea that my life could be like this – we were both in America for the premiere of a movie. At that time, I couldn’t stay too long travelling what with… well, that part is a story for when you’re much, much older, precioso.” He said, placing a kiss on his head.

 “I found out that she was a writer from a mutual friend, but I couldn’t pluck up the courage to talk to her until the party the next day – hosted by our friend…”

 You rested your head against the door jamb, hearing the faint rustle of leaves and the shushing of the waves distantly in the background whilst Javi lulled your baby into slumber with his memories, utterly spellbound by the tranquillity of the moment.

 “… Then, when I proposed, I was also nervous. Though, maybe not as much as I was when we first met… but I did end up dropping the ring.”

 You smiled at that. Javi had had the idea of a perfect proposal: just a table for two, dining together on the Gutiérrez’s own private beach. It had been several months after the aftermath left by his cousin and his death, when you were finally free to meet without pretence, not having to withhold from each other, as you had to before.

 Javi had been so preoccupied whilst he went to retrieve the ring box from his pocket he had bumped into the table, sending the ring flying into the ice bucket that was holding your champagne. Both of you had dove to fish it out of there and through your ecstatic laughter you had managed to say ‘yes’.

 He may have seen that moment differently to you, but it was from that moment that you knew you couldn’t have any anxieties about your future with him, the nightmares – Javi’s and your own, ones you still had- that outweighed how you felt, that would hold you back from seizing happiness with both hands. It was the most imperfectly perfect moment.

  Distracted by your own reminiscence, you were only vaguely aware that Javi had tailed off his stories. Snapping out of your reveries you saw him place Nico back into his crib, his long breaths indicating that he was deep in sleep.

 “I know you’re listening, mi flor.” He said turning around.

 “God, Javi!” You started, coming out of your hiding place and lowered your tone. “I didn’t want to startle you before and now you– why didn’t you say so?”

 “Of course, I knew! I started talking and then I saw you in the glass reflection. That's when I started talking about us.” He said with a glint in his eye as he smiled at you.

 Glancing at the wide glass window it was obvious: in the darkness of the early dawn the pane reflected an image of the interior, instead of the paved garden outside. So much for being stealthy.

 “Sly fox.”

 “Smart bunny.”

 “It’s dumb though, Javi. Dumb bunny.”

 “I know, but you are smart, I could never call you dumb.”

 You shook your head. Three years married and you were still in awe.

 “Let’s finish our conversation somewhere else, don’t want to wake him up.” You whispered, taking him by the hand and leading him out of the nursery. “Anyway, I don’t know – we’ve made a few dumb decisions together, surely?”

 He hummed. “You might be right about that. Like the time we went camping.”

 “Oh, yeah that was a bad idea-”

 “-or that time you got stuck on the ski lift.”

 You turned to face him. “That’s- well that’s not dumb! It wasn’t entirely my fault, either.”

 “Mi flor,” He chuckled, an arm snaking its way round your waist as you were backed through the door to your own room. “I still can’t believe, you have been in the middle of a shoot-out, been in a car crash, broke your leg, all in the same day, calm as anything; but you’re afraid of heights!”

 You wanted to grumble but he had already placed a placating kiss to your forehead, and you sighed into his touch, reaching your arms up around him. “You’ve been up too late recently, my love.” You felt him tense a little. “Tell me about it?”

 He sighed. “I keep getting restless… feeling like all of this is temporary, a dream, that I feel too safe now and what if there is some danger I haven’t seen or forgotten about, it’s… it’s been keeping me up a little-” Gazing down at you, he swallows at your look of concern. “-but I swear, it’s only been the past few days! With Nico being sick I didn’t feel like resting.”

“Javi.”

 “I know, I know-”

 You shook your head, unable to not smile at Javi’s ways. “-I know you know, but tell me next time, yes? I worry too.”

 “Ok.” He said warmly, rubbing soft circles over your shoulder where your skin was exposed by the fallen strap of your pyjama top. “I promise.”

 “Now, amor, come to bed I miss sleeping next to you.” You went to pull away, but he swivelled you back round to face him. “J-Javi?!”  

 “I was thinking of things other than resting…” His head dipped down and left lingering kisses down your jaw to your neck and you bit your lip.

 “Don’t kiss my neck-” You gasped weakly. “you don’t know what you’re starting, you need sleep!”

 “This will help us both to sleep, amor.” Javi’s lips smiled against your skin and you cursed the fact that you fell for his teasing every time…

 A/N: It’s surprising, because I’m expecting to keep my life child free, that I’ve found some joy in writing about my faves having babies? (so I guess, what I’m really saying is don’t expect fics with pregnancy etc. often... maybe?) But here we are! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It seemed to really fit with the slice-of-life idea I was going with & it ended up snowballing into like a whole bio of this cute little budding family, plus Javi really does deserve everything (especially after what he goes through in the movie! We want him to live his best life) ❤️ Thanks for reading & I hope you enjoy!

[heyyyharry]

Happier

(inspired by happier by Olivia Rodrigo)

Word count: 2.4k

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Part 1: Drivers License

Part 2: Deja Vu

A/N: I edited the original lyrics to match the POV :)

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Harry had come up with a thousand scenarios of how this day would play out. Actually, he’d been thinking of this day since the moment he’d received the news. He didn’t dare to hope that she’d say yes to coming back for a sequel. He’d been sure that they would write her character off, give a lame excuse for how his love interest could not make a return and make his character forget about her completely to move on with a new girl in town. It would have been great if it was that easy in real life. Once someone was written off the script, they were gone for good. Real-life relationships were not that simple. Goodbye didn’t mean ‘never see you again’. You would still share the same friend circle and social bubbles, and it was worse when you two worked in the same industry. Harry didn’t know how he’d lasted a year without running into her, not since the Grammys.

“Didn’t you two date?”

“No.” Harry shook his head, but his eyes stayed glued on Y/N from across the room. She wasn’t looking his way, too busy saying hello to everyone else. “No,” he repeated, more to himself than to his co-star. “We didn’t.”

“But she wrote an entire album about you,” said the other twin. What was her name again? Lulu?

“Luna!” cried her sister, Lex. “You can’t ask him that!”

“No, it’s okay,” Harry said with a tight smile, slightly annoyed by the blonde twins, but he didn’t want to seem like an ass on the first day of filming. “And I don’t know if it was for me. You should ask Y/N.”

“Ask me what?”

Harry flinched when he looked up and saw Y/N padding towards them. She hugged the twins, who seemed way too excited. Harry guessed they were Y/N’s fans. They gave off crazy fangirl vibes, probably just pretending not to know the drama to interrogate him. He couldn’t blame them for assuming he was the villain and definitely could not blame Y/N for portraying him as one. It was more important that he knew who he was and how much he had changed since his last relationship. Maybe they could finally be friends.

“Were they bothering you?” Y/N asked him once the twins had left.

Harry nodded. “They’re your friends?”

“Oh, I met them last year on tour. I’m surprised you don’t know them. They were on Disney.”

“I don’t watch Disney,” Harry admitted with a smile. “Well, not today’s Disney.”

“Understandable.” Y/N nodded and bit her lip. She seemed guarded with her straight back and hands hidden behind her. She eyed him up and down, quite subtle yet noticeable. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good,” he said, nodding slowly. “You?”

“Yeah, but mostly tired because of tour.”

“You’re done?”

“Yup, last night was the last show.”

“Nice.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Nice?”

Harry blinked. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No.” Y/N giggled. “You still sound very...you.”

“Well, shouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, you should. But it’s been a year so…I mean, you haven’t changed much.”

“Right,” he said lowly, his eyes falling to his feet. Harry supposed he should say something else, perhaps bringing up another random topic to discuss, but all he could think about was what had happened between them. Things had been messy, hadn’t they? How could they go back to before that? Before her first song about him. Before he’d chosen someone else over her.

Or he could talk about her new relationship. She’d been in a happy relationship for almost six months, right? No wait, hadn’t they broke up two weeks ago? He wasn’t sure because he hadn’t been catching up. If they’d broken up, he’d sound like an ass to even mention her ex’s name. He should just stay quiet.

“I’ll see you later?” she said, gesturing at her stylist who was waiting by the door.

Harry could ask her right now -- the reason she’d agreed to film the sequel to their first movie together. He’d heard from a very reliable source that she’d specifically asked her agent to decline any project that he was in. So did this mean they were good? That she didn’t hate him anymore? He could have gathered his courage and got the answer right then…

“Yeah, see you.”

...but he didn’t.

And so she gave him a smile and a little wave, then happily returned to her stylist.

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“See you tomorrow, Y/N!”

“See you, Annie!” Y/N said as she put the rest of her things into her tote bag. Her new driver had got her schedule mixed up, and so she had to wait here for another half an hour. She was in no rush. It had been a light first day, and she’d had a fun time getting to know the new cast members and catching up with old friends.

She sat on the sofa in the lobby, legs crossed, texting her best friend about her day. She’d purposely left out the short off-screen conversation with Harry, and her best friend didn’t even bother to ask. In their world, he didn’t exist, and his name was censored in every conversation like a curse word that was even worse than ‘cunt’. Nevertheless, she didn’t hate him anymore. She was doing just fine on her own, being busy with her career, and she’d been in a happy relationship after her fall out with him.

She and the guy, a model, had broken up two weeks ago due to long distance and some differences that they could not change. They had ended on good terms and decided to stay friends. They said you could only stay friends with your ex when you still had feelings for each other, or you had never loved each other that much in the first place. For her, it was probably the latter. Her previous relationship had been more platonic than romantic, apparently. So she had nothing but the best to say about him.

As she was going through her camera roll, just reminiscing about the past, she heard footsteps approaching and looked up to find Harry. He offered a smile and gestured to the spot beside her on the sofa. “May I sit here? My ride is late.”

“Yeah, sure.” She hurriedly scooted over.

“Good job today,” he said. “You were great.”

“Thanks, so were you.” She smiled, and they both looked away at the same time. This was so awkward. She hated small talk. She’d never had to have small talk with Harry. Conversations with him used to be so easy and natural and silly. Whatever this was, it wasn’t them.

“Can we just be normal?”

At first, Y/N thought she’d been the one who’d said it, so when she realised it’d been Harry, she was speechless.

He swallowed and sat a bit straighter, still not looking at her. “I don’t want us to be weird and awkward.”

“Okay,” she said.

He cleared his throat. “Wanna try again?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, not to sound like an ass but when Joey kept forgetting his lines, I was so pissed off, I could throw a chair at the wall.”

“Right?!” exclaimed Y/N, feeling free to have finally broken out of her shell. “Like, he doesn’t even have many lines. I know he’s new but damn...you can’t get far if you don’t learn your goddamn lines.”

Harry shook with laughter. “Oh God, we sound like dicks, don’t we?”

“Maybe.” Y/N laughed, covering her mouth. “But you know what? We can’t be nice in this industry. It’s impossible.”

“Shhh, if someone heard this, we would be into big trouble.”

“Oh please, I’ve had worse articles written about me than ‘Y/N speaks facts about her lazy co-star’.”

Harry tossed his head back and cackled. “The worst one I’ve got this week was ‘Harry Styles hates therapists.’”

“What?!” Y/N gasped. “No way! That’s so stupid!”

“Right?” Harry rolled his eyes. “I could get all my therapists to speak up for me but I’m kinda immune to bullshit now.”

“Therapists? Like plural?”

“Yeah, one in every city.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.”

Y/N rubbed her hands onto her legs. “Rough year?”

Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned back. “You have no idea.” Then he swept his hair out of his eyes, sucked in a breath, and finally looked at her. “I wish I could have talked to you, though.”

She bit her tongue, knowing what she was about to say next would disappoint her best friend so much, but she had to. “So do I.”

Harry looked taken aback before his lips curled into a smile. “It’s silly, isn’t it? I haven’t talked to you in a year, and I feel like I know everything that’s happened to you except that I don’t.”

What he’d just said might make no sense for most people, but Y/N knew exactly what he meant. She nodded and wetted her lip. “You only know as much as everyone else does.”

“Yeah, I got updates on you from the news and our friends.”

“Same.” Y/N smiled back. “I hate how they write articles about your new haircut but not mine.”

“I like your new hair colour.”

“Thanks. I like your new car.”

Then they both burst out laughing. It was fun and also a little bit strange that Y/N didn’t feel the same anxiety talking to him as she used to. It must be because they had grown and were now meeting again as better people.

“Damn, my ride's here,” Y/N said as she read the text from her driver. “I gotta go now.”

“Oh, okay.” Harry stood up and followed Y/N to the entrance. “Hey, just wondering--”

“Yeah?”

“Am I...am I still blocked?” He looked a bit flustered as she tilted her head and squinted her eyes. “On your phone. Because I remember you having my number blocked--”

“I unblocked you on your birthday.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” Y/N shrugged. “I should’ve sent you a happy birthday text but...I didn’t want your girlfriend to get the wrong ideas.”

“My ex.”

“Yeah, I know.”

They smiled at each other one last time before saying goodbye. Y/N knew it was silly, but she was hoping he would go after her.

Ding.

A notification popped up when she was in the car. She was almost home, and it was from Harry’s number. He’d sent her a link with a message that said, “Hope you like it :)”.

Curious, she tapped on it and was directed to an audio file titled ‘Track 5’. The upload date was last year. About two weeks after their short conversation at the Grammys.

Hurriedly, she fumbled inside her bag for her iPods and put it on before she pressed play.

“Hey, Jeff, I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this song. Listen and let me know if it should go on the album.”

Then came the piano intro. It sounded good, so Y/N wondered how it hadn’t ended up on his last album.

But when he started to sing...

We ended a while ago Your friends are mine, you know, I know You've moved on, found someone new One more guy who brings out the better in you

And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But he’s so nice, he’s so funny Does he mean you forgot about me?

Oh, I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

And does he tell you you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen? An eternal love bullshit he might not even mean Remember when you were with me I meant it when you heard it first from me

And now I'm pickin' him apart Like cuttin' him down will make you miss my wretched heart But he’s charming, he looks kind He probably gives you butterflies

I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy I wish you all the best, really Say you love him, baby Just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on him I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

The song was for her. He’d written it when her new relationship had gone public. Y/N sat there, staring blankly ahead until the honking of a car tore open her inner peace, and reality came crashing back in. The driver dropped her off at her house. Instead of going inside, she stood on her front steps and replayed the song one more time. When it ended, she decided to text him: Why didn’t this make it to the album?

She didn’t know where he was now, but it showed ‘typing’ in less than a second, as if he’d been waiting in their chat since he’d sent that link.

You would’ve hated me, Y/N.

True, she replied. Still, I would’ve loved the song lowkey. And added, I love it btw.

He took so long to type that it was driving her crazy. She flopped down on the concrete stair with her phone clutched in her hands, her heart thundering against her ribcage. Anxiety popped like a balloon when his message appeared: Were you happier?

She reread it again and again.

No.

I wasn’t either, he responded. I kept getting deja vu.

Ha, nice reference.

That song is my guilty pleasure. Love listening to you roasting me on loop.

That last message made Y/N bury her face into her palm and giggle like a fool. She thought for a second and wrote: I could come roast you in person now if that’s what you prefer. I think we’ve never had a proper roasting.

Can we meet, Y/N? Or are you busy now?

No, not busy.

Great, I’ll pick you up.

Just tell me where, she responded with a smile on her face. I got my drivers license now :)

[necros-writing-stuff]

Hello yes I would like to request one (1) Darius writing from you if I could 👀

Sexy misogynistic bastard make me go brrr

Les' go. Some incest I do be thinking. With his brother's kid.

NSFW below (noncon, dead dove, incest, afab reader with fem terms to up the misogyny).

It had started as just a regular barbecue. A family gathering in your back garden, summer breeze keeping things a nice temperature.

By the grill, your dad stood talking to his brother. Uncle Darius (Or uncle Dare, as you called him). A quiet, lonely man. That's how dad described the ex-detective. You could still remember what he was like when you were little, though. How he was still quiet, but seemed silently content. He'd only gotten irate since losing his job on the force.

It had been during your dad's birthday when you'd remembered Darius flying into a rage, breaking a table and storming out. Nearly a decade ago now but still fresh in your mind. Now you preferred to keep your uncle at an arms length, even if he seemed to like you most out of his niblings.

He'd pat your head when walking by; he'd hover outside of your room and offer help with any work you’d have; he'd offer lifts and to take you on fishing trips. But something had always seemed... off. So you turned him down. Even if your dad would tell you to go. That's he's as lonely as he said. You're the daughter he never had, apparently.

Today you'd spent the day sat in a shaded spot away from everyone else. Just sipping your drink, watching you family go back and forth. You'd join in when called, but would honestly be happier up in your room. You can't go there, though, can you? No, your mother had told you to stay downstairs. 'Socialise'. Yeah, cause you'd been talking a lot.

Still, bathroom breaks were a godsend. They meant that you could take a few minutes to breathe without feeling watched - even though no one was paying attention to you in the first place.

You'd just finished peeing, leaning over the sink to wash your hands, when you heard someone try the door handle. "Uh- just a minute!" you call out, hastily turning the tap off and using the towel on the rack to dry off. A quick look in the mirror to fix your appearance. Deep breath. Now you're ready for the world again.

Uncle Dare is on the other side. His huge, hulking frame blocks the whole damn doorway, an intimidating sight in all honesty. "Hi," you try to give him a polite smile, to move like you want to step around him, but he doesn't budge. That familiar dread you get when alone with him fills you once again.

Casting a look over his shoulder, Darius pauses. And then, quick as a whip, a hand reaches out and covers your mouth. You're pushed backwards till you're both fully in the bathroom, Darius turning you around and pulling you against his chest. His hand remains over your lips, muffling your panicked yells.

The door closes and locks, the 'click' inducing further panic. Darius' hand trailing up your thigh makes your eyes sting, tears welling up. 

"Shhh, shh," he whispers fingers dipping under your skirt. Another thing your ma had insisted on, to look like you've made an effort for your grandparents. "No need to struggle, love. I'll be gentle."

You don't want him to be doing fucking anything! Escape seems futile, though, your nails leaving red welts on his arms yet having no other visible effect on him. So you try another method to make him back off - you bite into his hand as hard as you can manage. Darius hisses, but doesn’t pause his assault for even a second. Your skirt is up over your hips, your panties being shoved down your thighs as you keep biting and sobbing all at the same time.

His flesh is warm against the tender skin of your ass as he pins your chest to the wall with his body. “This is your last fucking chance, kid. Stop biting and be still, or I’ll drag your downstairs and say I caught you getting it on with a boy in your room like a little slut. How do you think your mother would like that?”

That pauses you. Your mother holds rather... traditional values. You know she would believe him, even if you wept and begged for help. Even if you screamed that your dearest uncle had tried to rape you in your own home, she’d listen to him. And your father had always idolised his old brother. He’d side with Darius, too. Would they kick you out? Would they send you to your great-aunt Mae’s house, like your mother was when she misbehaved? You remember the horror that they said that woman inflicted. 

So you give in. You go limp, resigned to only sobbing in your uncle’s arms as he kisses your forehead and positions himself to steal your innocence. 

“Good girl,” he praises, “You always were my favourite. Always were so kind to me. Here, I’ll do you a favour.” Darius spits on his palm, bringing it between your legs and rubbing the meagre lubrication into your dry folds before doing it again to the tip of his shaft. 

Nothing makes him pause this time. Not the fat tears rolling down your cheeks or the pathetic little ‘please’ that you sob out. He just pulls you close and begins a slow, torturous entrance into your tight, unexplored little cunny. It burns with the stretch, a pain you’ve never experienced before and don’t want to ever feel again. But the dark haired man shivers, shushing you again when you accidentally let out a high pitched whine in protest. He just keeps going, keeps sinking further and further until his hips finally connect to the backs of your thighs. 

A satisfied grunt fills your ears, Darius stilling for a few seconds to savour the feeling of being buried somewhere no one else ever has. It’s a sweet feeling, one that encourages every little possessive thought he’s ever had about you when jacking off wasted on his living room couch at 3am. He’s got you now. He has this little piece of you that can’t be given to anyone else, and he’s going to use it just as he likes.

The first thrust makes you gasp. The second, third and forth ensure that no breath returns to your lungs as he hits deep, sucker-punching your cervix over and over till your legs turn into jelly mere seconds after the fucking begins. It’s good that he holds you up, you might have face-planted the wall and broken your nose if his arm wasn’t dead-locked around your chest. His fingers invade your mouth, holding down your tongue so nothing coherent can leave your lips.

Despite the rough start, your body adapts. Your pussy gets wet and starts producing obscene noises that redden your cheeks. If uncle Dare notices, he makes no big deal out of it, simply pressing his face into the crook of your neck and hammering away to reach his peak.

You’re ashamed of yourself. Ashamed that you gave in so easily, upset that your body got wet, and devastated that you keep angling your hips to feel as good as you can get. You’ve masturbated before, you know the warning signs of an orgasm creeping up your spine and it’s obvious by the tingling in your thighs that you body teeters on the edge. 

Whatever noise it is you make as you finish is animalistic, your eyes rolling back and muscles tensing before relaxing completely. You’re hyper aware of Darius’ breath huffing against your neck as he picks up the pace, thrusts losing any rhythm as he gets close himself. And then he finishes. Deep, deep inside with a low growl.

Neither of you move for a while afterwards, save for melting onto the floor like two puddles. Darius keeps you stuffed sitting in his lap, stroking his hand up and down your arm in a bizarre show of intimacy that gives the strangest sense of comfort.

After what feels like an eternity, he kisses your forehead and lifts you from his lap, gently settling you down against the wall. “This was nice. I hope you enjoyed yourself like I did.” He crouches down in front of you after fixing his pants. A hand creeps up your thigh again, his thumb teasing your clit for a brief second before he pulls away again. “I own that,” he points at the junction of your thighs. “I own you now. That’s how this works. But it’s our little secret for now, got it?”

Too tired to fight him, you weakly nod. It’s enough to satisfy Darius, who smiles and stands to his full, towering height once more. “I’ll see you downstairs,” he throws over his shoulder as he leaves. Leaves you alone, dripping his seed on the bathroom floor, with shame pooling in your heart.

[lily-drake]

Happy Birthday Jason!

Jason ran as fast as he could through the streets back to his apartment where he knew his twin sister was waiting for him.  He raced up the fire escape and did a special tap against the window before opening it and entering the rundown broken apartment building.  As soon as he set his feet on the grossly stained carpet he felt a small body ram into him.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAY-JAY!”

His small sister, Marinette, cheered loudly as she crushed him in a hug.  He smiled as he hugged her back.

“Hey Pix.  Have you been good, didn’ cause too much trouble did ya?”

She shook her head against his chest and then jumped back as she ran towards their thin dirty sheet they used at night and brought it over to him.  

“Abuela gave me some money for cleaning her floors, so I gotcha somethin’!”

He pulled out a small cheap cardboard box from his hoodie pocket and handed it to her.

“Picked up enough money to get you somethin’ too.”

Her smile brightened, her smile didn’t belong in such a dark place.  They traded the gifts to each other and both were extremely happy.  Jason had given Marinette a small bracelet with a red string and different colored beads.  Marinette had gotten her brother an old book from the thrift shop that obviously used, but it was still good enough to be able to properly read from.  The book was titled Pride and Prejudice.  He looked so awed by the book and she felt immense pride in herself.  There was a bit of bread left over from a few days ago and Marinette made sure it was equally split so her brother also had his proper fill.  It was his birthday too after all!  

When it was time to go to sleep Jason read a chapter of the book to her then, the big meanie, made her read a chapter for him.  She stuttered a lot, but he would just smile and help her pronounce the word.  She was so lucky to have such an amazing big brother.

~~~~~~~~ It just didn’t feel right.  He had been living in the manor for a year now, and today felt so wrong without her.  Marinette had been taken by CPS three months before he had been caught stealing the tires off of the Batmobile.  He needed the money to hire a private investigator in order to find his sister.  It’s not that he didn’t trust Bruce, he just didn’t want him to put his sister into the danger that he was putting himself into as the new Robin.  He just knew that she would insert herself into vigilante life if she knew he was doing it.

Alfred seemed to understand what he was going through as he walked into the kitchen.  He didn’t know how the man knew, but he learned not to question it after spending about half a year in the manor.  He was silently eating his pancakes when Dick burst into the room yelling,

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY J-BIRD!”

While scooping him into his trademark octopus hugs.  Jason struggled to get out of it as shock and adrenaline coursed through his veins.  Instincts from living on the streets for many years never really going away.

“How old are you now?  You’re 14, right?”

“Yea, now get off me!”

He did not in fact get off of Jason, at least not until Alfred told him to a few seconds later.  Rolling out his arms and shoulders he rolled his eyes at his brother and turned back to his food.  After a few moments of peace Dick poked his arm to get his attention.  Jason sighed and turned to the side to look at Dick.

“Yes?”

“Here, I got you a present.”

Dick said with a bright smile that reminded him so much of his younger sisters.  He looked down and saw a rectangular looking thing hidden behind brightly colored and nicely wrapped wrapping paper.  Jason carefully took the book with a small thank you nod and tore open the paper to be met with a nice hard cover book of Peter Pan.

“I know we already have it in the library, but I thought you would want your own, and I just felt like you would like it.”

Dick said as he saw the gentle, reminiscent(?) look in Jason’s eyes as he stared at the book.  Jason willed himself not to cry as he stared at the book.  The book that inspired the nickname he gave his sister.  Abuela had read this book to them while they had stayed at her home during a harsh winter day.  Bless her soul, he knew that she was in the best place of heaven, if that place even existed.

Barbara walked into the kitchen with a bright smile and ruffled his hair.

“Happy birthday Jay.”

She said happily.  Jason looked up and gave her a small smile.

“Thanks.”

He hugged the book close to his chest.

“Means a lot.”

~~~~~~~~ Jason was angry, he didn’t understand why this was happening.  His body burned and everything felt like it was burning with pain.  He was training in the League with Talia.  He thought he had found a hint on where his sister was, and apparently his actual birth mother.  No, it was just a trap, and he had died by Joker's hands, and his sister wasn’t even there!  Now he spent the day training with Talia and whoever she saw fit to handle him.  His thoughts wandered to what his sister was doing, to what her life was like, if she was part of a good home, if she was still on the streets, if she was even alive.  No, of course she was, she had to be.  He refused to believe that she was gone before he could see her again.  

They are both 17 now, almost adults.  He would find her, but first he had to prove to Talia that he was ready.  He had to take out Bruce and his replacement.  D* that man, how dare he replace him like that.  He wasn’t just some tool, he was a person, he was important, he would show just how important he was.  This birthday was filled with rage that fueled him through the day, it was his motivation to find her one day and get his revenge.

~~~~~~~~ Jason watched silently as he attended a Justice League meeting with the rest of his family and Leaguers.  It was still rocky with his family, and he hadn’t been able to find a clue to where his sister was.  He still hadn’t told the others about her, though he was pretty sure B already knew about her from doing a background check or something.  He had never brought her up or done anything that made him think he actually knew about her though.  He had celebrated his 19th birthday, and so was she.  He was sure that she was still alive though.  He could never believe that she had passed.

A bright blue portal opened in the middle of the room just as expected.  Apparently Paris’s heroes were coming for a meeting or something today to discuss the Hero Ban there.  Five people in some form of animal themed suits walked through it.  A cat that looked like he could be Selina’s child, a bee, a snake, a dragon, and a ladybug.  

“Hello, I am Coccinelle and we are here to discuss the ban that we put up during Hawkmoth’s reign.”

He looked up suddenly, his eyes transfixed on the girl in the Ladybug suit that spoke.  His heart began to pick up racing quickly.  Her voice was so achingly familiar.  Her English was slightly accented in French, but it also had a small Gotham tint to it.

If this was a trick he would find a way to make the universe pay for this.  He hoped, he prayed to whatever God out there that existed that this was truly a gift from the universe.  He hadn’t realized that he had walked towards her until he was at her level staring into her eyes.

“Red Hood, what are you doing?”

Batman asked in his gruff voice.  He gently took off his helmet and mask before taking both her hands in his at her gasp.

“What are you doing, you bonehead fool?!”

Robin yelled at him, his glare intensifying.

Tears welled up in those oh so familiar blue eyes.  He had to be sure though.

“Marinette, is that you?”

She gave him a small nod before pulling her into a bone crushing hug.  Sobs left the young girl and silent tears fell down his cheeks as he ran his fingers through her hair in a comforting manner.

“J-Jason...I-I’m-”

“Shhh, it’s ok Pixie-Pop.  I got ya.  I’m not leavin’ ya again.”

It was silent around them as everybody observed what was happening, though the Miraculous team was shocked they smiled in a gentle knowing way.  A birthday gift from the universe it seemed, he wouldn’t curse it again…..At least he wouldn’t until the next world ending event.  He had his sister back in his arms, and that’s all he could ever ask for.

_________

I’m going to start an @ list.  If you want to be part of it comment your favorite part of the story or any story I’v written!  Thank you for reading!

[lynihana]

LOST GIRL!

× PAIRINGS. Platonic!Baji Keisuke x little sister!reader

× WARNINGS. Mentions of death and abandonment, abuse, cursing, spoiler.

× GENRE. Angst

× NOTES. This wasn't requested but I just wanna write this and ditching school works for this is the best.

Ever since baji can remember he always hears screaming and shattering and crying and he hates it when he hears the familiar crying of the only light on his life—his sister— he remembers that he always rushed to where the crying sound is coming from he hates seeing his little sister who was just a newborn baby at that time

Even though he's badly beaten up because of they're mother he can't feel his body anymore he's full of bruises he still pushes him self to get to you because you were the only hope he have in this cruel world

“shhh don't cry now alright? Your big brother is here” as he rocks you in his arms. That's what he always do, ignoring all the shouting and cursing of both of your parents it's always like this sometimes he just wanna give up but he can't do that. Because If he gave up wouldn't that mean you would be left in this cruel world? And he don't want you suffering he never will want you to experience what he experienced

and sometimes he cries with you because it was all too much

One day it all just ended. Both of your parents decided to break up yes they weren't even married to begin with they were just teenagers who never even wants any child they were just together for fun but your mother found out she's pregnant and both of your parents family didn't want them to abort the child and oh how baji wish that if both of your parents didn't even met maybe the both of you won't be suffering.

But when they broke up they didn't want anything to do with the both of you even though baji begged to them that one of them would take you and take care of you they could forget baji but baji doesn't want you to grow up without any parents but did his parents even care? No they didn't.

So the both of you got abandoned by both of your parents and 9 y/o baji is left with you who was 1 y/o at that time

From then on baji always went out and Luckily he got some jobs that pay him enough money for the both of you and sometimes both of your parents families would give the both of you some money or clothes and things for baji and you and luckily your grandparents gave you and baji a house before they passed away

“why iws bawyjeh twakwing swo lwong?” (why is baji taking so long?) You said looking outside and seeing that it's already dark

You are now 5 years old and baji and his friend would teach you some simple and basic things whenever they can

The door opened as you run towards it “BAWYJEH!” you smiled brightly but you saw that it wasn't your big brother instead it was chifuyu “chichi?” you tilted your head and chifuyu almost cried again “whewre baywjeh?” you pouted thinking that he might not be coming home again tonight “y-y/n...listen to me alright?” baji was forcing himself to not cry Infront of you but his voice cracked even though he tried to suppress it he kneeled Infront of you and gripped your shoulders “you're big brother won't be coming home again...” you looked at him confusingly “Bawyjeh pwamised hwe wouwd cwowm hwom twowdway bwecawse Iwt's mwy bwirthdway!!” (baji promised he would come home today because it's my birthday!!) You shouted at chifuyu with small tears in your eyes because chifuyu never lies to you when it comes to your brother and your brother never broke any promises he made to you

“b-baji is in a better place now...n/n...” as chifuyu sobbed you freezed at his words because you know what those words meant you have heard your teachers say that when they were talking about your dead teacher

“b-bawyjeh i-is d-dead...?” chifuyu looked at you shock because how did you know what he meant? But nonetheless he nodded his head while crying and sobbing you trembled as you looked down at the floor as your eyes beging to water and you let out a ‘WHAAA!’ sound and sobbing while hugging your knitted doll that looks like baji and made by him chifuyu hugged you tightly as you punched his chest while crying and screaming chifuyu's heart was breaking ever since the moment he stepped his foot on this house to tell you the news about your big brother

“Don't worry n/n...I'm here now I'll be the one taking care of you alright??..” but you didn't stop crying nor screaming and chifuyu never did stopped crying the both of your cried

But even with chifuyu taking care of you, you never felt the same again because after baji passed away you're all alone now.

Without your brother you're a lost girl who have no hope anymore

“Chifuyu take care of y/n for me alright? Make sure she's in a good condition or else I'm gonna hunt you and beat you up!"

That was baji's last words before he took his last breath and passed away.

[seijorhi]

This isn't a request or anything but I had a soulmate AU idea that I think you'd like.... And reminded me of Oikawa. Imagine you find ur soulmate from their name written on your skin on ur 16/18 bday, but.... You're blind. And dating Oikawa. And he /swears/ your name is on his skin... But when your birthday rolls around, he insists you don't show anyone else.... And starts buying you clothes to cover the mark.... And you hear him whispering about his mark to Iwa.... And you begin to worry. 👀

I know it wasn’t specifically meant as a request, but I took the idea and ran with it - I hope it’s okay!! 💕

Oikawa Tooru x Female Reader

TW gaslighting, manipulation, dub con nsfw, blind reader

Part II

Always

“You promise me it’s there?”

Are you sure it’s me?

Rich, warm laughter fills the air around you, and despite the tension gnawing away in your stomach, the corners of your lips twitch into a soft smile.

“You don’t believe me!”

He’s happy. Even gasping in mock indignation Tooru can’t quite manage to keep it from his voice.

He has every reason to be; you’re both home for the first time in a year and a half, settled in the well worn couch at his parents house, your friends sprawled out either side of you. He’s twenty one today and as of five minutes ago the proud owner of his very own soulmate mark.

Or so he tells you. 

“Well it’s not like I can see it,” you tease, nudging yourself closer so that you can rest your head against his shoulder and sighing loudly. “It could be Issei’s name for all I know, and you’re all just too nice to break the news to me.”

The choked snort from your left side makes you giggle, but not as much as the sound of your boyfriend fake gagging. 

“Please, he fucking wishes!”

“Iwa tell her!” Oikawa demands, and you can just imagine the way that Iwaizumi’s eyes must roll before he ultimately gives in.

He always does.

“It’s yours,” he sighs. “Unfortunately you’re stuck with him, Y/N. My condolences.”

Yours. 

It’s hard, even as raucous laughter fills the air around you and Oikawa turns to shout at his best friend, to deny the warm fluttering in your chest. The arm around you eases you closer, a thumb absentmindedly stroking at your side and you allow yourself to relax against him. 

It’s your name on his skin. You’re his soulmate. 

For the first time in weeks, it feels like you can breathe easy. You wonder if Oikawa knew, if he noticed the way you held onto him just that little bit tighter - like you were scared to let go.

You’ve loved Oikawa for as long as you can remember, but you only get one soulmate. Was it really so outlandish to wonder whether his first love would be his last? Whether you could ever be good enough to be his?

The little blind girl, always following at his heels.

For all your faults, you’ve never been naive. You know how amazing he is - Tooru has always been destined for great things and you were just his highschool sweetheart.

A hindrance, one of his very dedicated fans had once taken the time to inform you, clinging desperately to whatever scraps of pity he felt charitable enough to throw your way.

Neither one of you had realised that Oikawa had heard every damn word. 

—

“Can you just…”

Oikawa pauses, the hand he has wrapped around yours squeezes lightly. “Hmm?”

Breathe deep. Just say it. 

Tell him. 

You’re almost at the gate, your flight’s leaving in twenty minutes (and you would have been there sooner if he hadn’t insisted on dragging you through every overpriced store in the damn airport) and in a few hours, you’ll be home again. 

But it isn’t the thought of being back in Japan that worries you. Your bottom lip catches between your teeth, your heart thumping unsteadily in your chest. His birthday is in two days, and that’s when he’ll find out who his soulmate is supposed to be. And you trust him, you love him. Even if the name on his forearm isn't yours, it’s not like he’s just going to suddenly toss you aside like yesterday’s trash, but… things’ll change, you know they will. And you couldn’t even blame him for that, because how much effort can you really be expected to put into a relationship if you know they’re not the one you’re supposed to end up with?

The doubts you have, the ones that fester and play on your every insecurity, keeping you up at night long after Tooru has drifted off -  you’ve tried to shut them out and ignore them as best you can, but you just can’t get on that plane without having some kind of reassurance.

What if it’s not you?

“Just promise me that if…” your breath catches in your throat, and you try to force a smile on your face even though you know that it wobbles. “If it’s not- if I’m not-”

Soft lips press against yours, cutting you off. It’s only for a heartbeat, enough to get you to stop the panicked tumble of words you couldn’t quite get out, but for you it feels like it lasts a lifetime. You could lose yourself in Oikawa’s kisses, you think. Lose yourself and be happy for it.

A warm palm cups your face. “I love you,” he says, and it isn’t the murmured declaration first thing in the morning, his voice still thick with sleep as he rolls over to kiss you good morning, and it isn’t the cheesy, throwaway line he gives whenever you save him the last bite of the milk bread that he specifically bought for you (because god knows his coach would kill him if he found out he ate the entire thing himself).

It’s a promise.

“You are my soulmate,” his thumb strokes along your cheekbone, and you can’t help but lean into the touch. “You’re the only one I’m ever going to want.”

Standing on the outskirts of your gate, moments away from boarding the plane that’ll take you both home, you’re not entirely sure if he’s trying to tell you that he’s certain that the name on his arm is going to be yours, or that he doesn’t care if it isn’t.

Either way, it’s enough.

“You’re mine,” he breathes, and captures your lips in another kiss - this one brimming with ardent devotion, a love too deep for either one of you to speak.  

 —

Hours later, Iwa, Makki and Mattsun are all asleep downstairs and it’s just Tooru and you curled up in his bed. You suppose you shouldn’t be surprised that being back in his childhood bedroom did little in the way of curbing his appetite, but between giggles and breathy moans, Oikawa’s hand clamped over your mouth and his lips at your ear-

‘Shhh, you have to keep it down, cutie. Unless you want the whole house to hear all the pretty sounds you make when you’re about to cum for me?’

- he manages to wring four orgasms out of you before the two of you collapse back against the mattress, all sweaty and panting.

And you think he’s fallen asleep now, an arm slung around your waist, his face buried against the nape of your neck despite the warmth of the balmy summer night. With his chest flush against your back, you can feel the steady rhythm of his heart, lulling you gently to sleep with every beat. 

Soulmate.

This, here, in Oikawa’s arms, this is where you belong, where you’ve always belonged. And yet even with happiness and relief and an overwhelming love singing through your veins - keeping you wide awake - you can’t deny that it feels… strange almost, knowing that out of seven and a half billion people, you’re the one he’s marked for. 

He’d sounded so sure back at the airport, like there wasn’t even the possibility of doubt in his mind that you were the one for him. And maybe he was just saying it to calm you down and get your ass on the plane, but if the situations were reversed and it was your birthday first… could you really say with one hundred percent certainty that you knew it would be his name that’d show up on your arm?

You love him more than you’ve ever loved anybody else (more than you ever probably will love anybody else), it’s just that you’ve always known that the two of you were on wildly different paths. Tooru’s the starting setter for a pro volleyball team, and there’s already whispers of that national squad, Olympic selection.

He’s talented and driven and sometimes you wonder whether you ever would have left Miyagi let alone Japan at all if it hadn’t been for him dragging you along with him. 

You’ve always been so content in your own little bubble. You cling to what’s comfortable, what you know - all your life, you’ve been told that you’re not defined by your disability, but you’ve never tried to push yourself beyond it. 

With Tooru, you’ve never had to.

That girl, years ago - she wasn’t wrong. You do cling to him, like you’d clung to your friends and your family. And maybe that’s not the worst thing in the world, but when you compare what Oikawa has to offer his soulmate compared to what you bring to the table, and-

“I can hear you thinking from here,” your apparently not-so-asleep-after-all boyfriend murmurs in your ear. “Tell me what’s bothering my pretty girl.”

You sigh, rolling over to face him. It’s pointless to lie to Tooru - he can read you better than anyone else - but admitting the whole truth, even here under this little refuge of soft intimacy between the two of you, feels harder than it should be.

“You’re not… disappointed, are you?” 

The harrumph that escapes his lips sounds almost offended, but the brush of his lips against the tip of your nose is sweet. “How long have I known you?” he asks.

Your forehead wrinkles at the question. “Fifteen or so years, I guess?”

You’d only been six or so when your family had moved in the house next door to his, across the street from Iwaizumi’s, and you can still vividly remember the first time you met him - crying in your front yard with a scraped up knee - always too eager for your own good.

“Hmm,” he acknowledges, “and how long have we been dating?”

“Seven-ish years?”

He chuckles, kissing you again, this time on your cheek. “And how long do you think I’ve been in love with you?”

Your whole face warms, and you fight the urge to bury it in his bare chest, especially when he reaches out to tuck a stray lock of hair that had fallen out of place back behind your ear. “Tooru-”

He sighs again, the sound tinged with just a hint of fond exasperation. “Give me your hand.”

You oblige, and you feel his long fingers curl around yours, tucking all of your fingers but your index away and drawing your hand closer towards him. It’s only when your pointer brushes against skin that you realise what he’s trying to do. Still, you don’t offer a word as Tooru slowly traces your finger along the dark letters on his skin - his soulmate mark.

Your name. 

“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids, Y/N. You’re mine, you’ve always been mine, just as I’m yours,” he vows, and you almost shiver with the intensity that burns in every word. “Any other name would have been nothing more than a filthy lie.”

Any further protests are swallowed up by another kiss, and your boyfriend takes it upon himself to show you exactly how much he adores you, over and over again, until sheer, utter exhaustion drags you to sleep in his arms.

 —

Your own twenty-first birthday is a vastly different kind of affair. For one, the two of you decide to stay in Argentina - Oikawa’s mid season and can’t afford the time off training to traipse back home again.

Which means that it is just the two of you alone in your villa when you feel an odd burning sensation start to creep through your left arm. It doesn’t hurt exactly, more like a warm tingling sensation that flows along your skin as one by one the letters of your soulmate’s name come to light.

The sharp little gasp that slips from your lips must have alerted Tooru - hovering as he had been for the better part of the day - because his hands are on your arm within a moment, flipping it over and eagerly dragging it closer for him to inspect. His own breath hitches in his throat, his fingers tightening on your soft skin and a tentative smile works its way across your face. 

People have told you before that your boyfriend is handsome - stupidly beautiful, you’d once overheard one of your old high school classmates bemoan. His voice certainly is, soft and pretty and lilting, warm like the first rays of the sun on a cool winter’s morning, though not without its sharpness. Oikawa always has had a wicked tongue. In your head, you picture a face to match, delicate, angular features, warm eyes and a grin that’s just a little impish. Trouble, but the irresistible kind. 

You wish you could see it now, watch your soulmate’s eyes widen with delight, or maybe soften with quiet awe. You want to see him happy, deliriously so, you want to look into those lovely eyes of his and see all the love that’s coursing through your veins right now reflected right back at you. 

He still hasn’t spoken a word.

The slow drag of a breath, shaky and too sharp, had your bright smile freezing on your face. His grip hasn’t relented, fingers calloused from years of playing volleyball digging into your arm almost painfully. The air between you two is still, he hasn’t moved, not so much as a twitch.

Unease creeps its way into your stomach.

Why hasn’t he said anything?

He’s never exactly been the strong, silent type, and you love him for that. Iwa often complains that his best friend likes the sound of his own voice too damn much (half heartedly at best), and maybe that’s true, but he never realised that it doesn’t bother you in the slightest. 

It’s different for you, not being able to see. 

You don’t exactly blame them for not understanding - how could they, really? Without your sight to help you, your other senses have to work in overdrive just to make sense of things. Tooru’s voice builds the world around you, imbues it with a spark, guides you like a hand stretching out through the darkness. It’s a gap in the void, a reassurance you cling to - because without it there’s nothing. You’re alone with only your thoughts to keep you company. 

So when he goes quiet like this, it’s never a good sign.

A lump lodges its way in your throat. Without your sight, his silence is almost impossible to read, but you can sense the sudden heaviness in the air, the tension hanging thick between the two of you. 

You expected dramatics. Tears, maybe, or a burst of affectionate cuddles and kisses. Gushing over your mark just as he had when his own had come through. Hell, you thought he’d grab his phone and take a thousand and one pictures just to prove to the world that you were his as much as he was yours - because you loved each other. Because you were soulmates. 

Is there something wrong with your mark?

“Tooru?” you murmur, the edges of your smile starting to slip as your panic rises. “I-is everything-”

“You’re mine.”

The clipped words are little more than a whisper, hoarse and choked. It takes you by surprise, making your heart skip a beat, the knot in your stomach tighten, yet just as that paralysing apprehension starts to take root, he clears his throat, and a laugh bubbles to the surface.

Slowly, like ice thawing, his fingers relax on your forearm, gliding up over your shoulder to curl around your neck. “You love me, right?” 

Your eyebrows knit together, but you nod anyway. “Always.”

There’s another shaky breath, and suddenly his arms are wrapping around you, drawing you into a tight embrace. You don’t fight it, still bewildered by the sudden whiplash of his tone.

His own heart is racing, you can feel it as he holds you against him. The question burns deep inside of your chest, a thought you don’t want to give voice to, but you can’t seem to stop yourself - it slips out before you even realise you’ve opened your mouth.

“It is your name, Tooru, isn’t it? You’re my soulmate?”

There’s a beat of silence, and Oikawa hums, resting his chin against the top of your head. “Of course it is, cutie,” he chuckles. “Who else’s name would it be?”

He takes you out for dinner to celebrate. You’d originally picked one of his favourite dresses to wear, a strapless white number with a pretty, flowing skirt that fell to your mid thigh, but Oikawa stops you before you can leave, passing you over an old denim jacket of yours.

“It’s cool out tonight,” he says as he eases it over your shoulders before you can protest.

You don’t question it.

—

He fucks you that night, hard, fast and unrelenting, holding onto you so tight that you swear you’ll have bruises come morning.

—

Oikawa likes doing little things for you. 

He likes it when you hold onto his arm and let him guide you around when you go out together (you do have a cane - it sits in the back of your closet for ‘emergency uses’ only). He likes to buy you pretty things, jewellery, clothes, little trinkets that remind him of you - spoiling you with every opportunity he can, doubly so now that he has a salary that affords him that luxury.

It’s not uncommon for him to pick out your outfits. For one, you can’t see so you kind of have to rely on somebody else’s help so you don’t end up a mismatched disaster, and Tooru seems to enjoy doing it. He likes seeing you wear the things he buys for you - lacy, soft and demure. 

He also likes it when people know that you’re his.

So it doesn’t strike you as odd when Tooru insists on you wearing his club hoodie over your dress the next time you go to one of his games. You might not be able to see him fly across the court, but you can hear the cheers, the roar of the crowd as they stamp their feet and chant like a battle cry when San Juan scores. You can taste the excitement in the air, and whenever your soulmate steps up to the plate to serve, you feel the rabid excitement of the crowd thrumming in your veins. 

It’s warm in the stadium with so many people crammed close together, you push the sleeves up without even thinking. It’s not an issue - it shouldn’t be - but when your boyfriend slips his arms around you, fresh from the locker room post match, it’s the first thing he notices. He’s tugging them back down before you can so much as offer a hello, tersely muttering something about you getting a cold when you frown.

There’s a tiny flicker of unease at the odd behaviour, but he’s kissing you before you can linger on it for too much longer. 

And if that’s all it was, maybe it would be easier for you to shove that niggling worry aside. 

But once you start noticing things - little, inconsequential things you would have just shrugged off before - you can’t seem to stop, and that tiny seed of doubt starts to take root, to sprout and grow.

Your friends stop calling by. Back home your social circle was pretty much limited to Tooru, Iwa and their friends - not that you minded at all, you love them all dearly, it’s just that you didn’t really have any friends of your own outside of that little group. When you moved across to Argentina and Oikawa started training for longer hours, dedicating himself wholeheartedly to his new team, you got lonely, sitting in your new home just waiting around for him to come back to you.

And it took a while, but eventually you started to venture outside of your comfort zone and lo and behold - even with your stumbling Spanish, you managed to make a few friends! Though you can tell that your beloved boyfriend wasn’t exactly thrilled by the burgeoning new friendships you gushed to him about, he’s never begrudged you them. If it made you happy, then he was happy. 

Lately though, they’ve been kind of distant. And by distant, you mean… well, nonexistent. They don’t come visit you anymore, when you call their numbers, it just rings out. 

You can’t even leave voicemails - there’s just an automated voice telling you their message banks are full. Regardless, not one of them has made the effort to call you back, and it’s not like you can text them to ask why they’re avoiding you. Life gets in the way, you know that, and sometimes people just drift apart but it’s like all of a sudden they’ve just dropped off the face of the planet. 

But when you mention venturing out into town one day without them while Tooru’s at practice, he seems strangely resistant to the idea. 

“I just don’t like the idea of you wandering around by yourself. It’s not safe out there for you, cutie,” he tells you.

The words are saccharine, as sweet as the kisses he presses against your lips when he coaxes your chin upwards. You love him, you do. And you understand that he worries - even away from the hustle and bustle of the big cities, San Juan isn’t exactly a crime free neighbourhood, but for the first time the strong, muscular arms that wrap around your waist don’t bring comfort. 

It’s like they’re a cage, locked around you and dragging you slowly down to the depths, and it’s driving you mad because you can’t figure out why it feels like that.

Biting back your annoyance, you sigh, forcing yourself to relax against him. You love him - this is normal, couples disagree all the time. “I’m not an invalid, babe. I’ve done it before - I can’t just sit around the villa all day moping all alone or I’ll go crazy.”

He hums noncommittally, his fingers trailing idly across your skin as he draws you closer still, and the conversation is dropped. 

Two days later, you find your cane snapped in two in the back of the closet. Oikawa has some weights stuffed in an old gym bag for when he can’t be bothered leaving home to work out - the bag must have fallen on your cane and cracked it when he put it back after his session yesterday afternoon.

An accident, it has to be. He’d never deliberately do something so petty, right?

And there are moments where you can forget the doubts that gnaw away at your insides. Tooru has always been a caring, attentive lover - the perfect boyfriend. He seems more determined that ever to shower you in love, whether that’s by waking you up with his tongue eagerly lapping at your cunt, bringing you home bouquets of fragrant flowers and cooking the two of you dinner, or just with the tiny gestures of affection - tucking your hair back away from your face, linking his hands with yours, the little kisses and compliments he lavishes you with on a daily basis.

When it’s just the two of you, lounging around on the couch, his head resting on your lap and your fingers carding through his hair, it’s easy to pretend that everything’s fine. The two of you love each other. You’ve been his rock, his biggest supporter right from the early days, and Tooru’s the one who drew you out of your shell, who makes you feel like you’re actually worth something.

That you’re beautiful, and loved.

It’s not until you come home one afternoon from an impromptu trip to the local bakery just down the road that all the little pieces fall into place, and you realise why.

The craving for something sweet was what drew you out. Truthfully, you hadn’t really thought twice about it. It was a short trip, one you’d made a thousand times before, and it wasn’t like the locals didn’t know you, wouldn’t watch out for you if they saw you about to unknowingly hurt yourself or trip over something. 

The alfajores in your hand were supposed to be a surprise, Tooru had been wound up from practice lately, more stressed than he usually was this late in the season, and you knew you weren’t the only one with a wicked sweet tooth. You’d just wanted to cheer him up. 

You hadn’t expected to come home to find Tooru pacing in your bedroom, muttering to himself, and you certainly hadn’t expected him to whirl around at the sound of your approach, snatching at your wrist and all but hauling you inside. 

You certainly aren’t prepared for the snarling, bitter words he hurls at you. 

And yet even as tears fill your eyes, a choked sob bursting free as he berates you for leaving the villa without telling him, Tooru clutches at you so tightly it feels like your arm’s going to snap. 

“You can’t leave me! You can’t - you’re mine!”

He doesn’t stop, barely pauses for breath, but those eight words hit you like a freight train, and everything else fades out into white noise. You can’t for the life of you explain how or why, but in that moment, you know with absolute certainty that the name on your arm can’t be his. 

Tooru lied to you. 

He’s not your soulmate. 

It’s all you can do to stand there numbly while your boyfriend falls to pieces in front of you. The angry yells and screams turn into wretched sobs, and suddenly it’s Tooru collapsing in your arms, clinging to your neck like it’s a lifeline as he sniffles against your chest, and when desperate apologies turn into desperate kisses and he starts to lead you backwards towards the bed, you don’t fight him.

He treats you like you’re made of glass, worshipping every inch of your skin, fervent declarations of love spilling out between kisses like prayers of the devout at an altar. He fucks you slowly, lovingly, moaning your name so sweetly as he searches for absolution within the plush walls of your sex.

And with his fingers coaxing at your clit, his lips dancing against yours you fall off that precipice with him.

You have no idea long the two of you lie there in silence, limbs entangled with one other, but eventually you register the warmth of his hand on your cheek, caressing it with a gentle kind of tenderness that makes something deep inside of you ache.

“You still love me, don’t you?” Tooru’s voice is quiet. Hesitant. It reminds you of the little boy you knew, the one who confided all his fears of never being good enough to you, desperately seeking the validation you always gave so freely. 

Your eyes flutter shut, another stray tear spilling down your cheek, and your heart breaks anew.

“Always.”