#sorry this sat unanswered for so long anon

[dangerouslyboring]

Have you ever been in love?

When and how did it feel?

Yes, I have loved and have been in love, and I am a fan.

There are different kinds of love, and different ways of experiencing those loves. For most of my life I experienced love as something which grew slowly and gently as I spent more time with someone, although my last love was quick and urgent and utterly unexpected. I have learnt that I am a fan of love and being loved.

My first love was my ex wife. (Who is still someone I love. We have a shared history beyond just our children which means we will always have each ither’s backs, and the ability to be honest in ways that aren’t always easy where there is more risk) I met D at church camp and was keen on her best friend who was a little bit older. The 3 of us became pen friends and started writing weekly letters to each other, as was the custom in Shellbyville in this times. A year or so later her friend had moved on, and I realised that I was feeling very jealous of the attention D was getting from a hot foreign student, and decided that platonic besties should probably have a chat about whether the feelings were more than platonic, so I asked her out. (A few weeks later when I visited her town I had my first kiss, but that’s another story.)

My second “love” was someone who introduced me to polyamory and kink. She was fun and direct, and looking back now, I can see that her willingness to let me look after her was definitely part of her appeal.. This was a playful “here at this time, in this place, and as we are, I feel love,” but I was disappointed rather than sad when she became bored with me after a few months. From her I learned that romance and flirting (and sex with someone I wasn’t married to) was something I enjoyed.

My next love began casual and playful, but over time she became more and more important to me. This love has continued to evolve and change shape, and we are stilll working out what “we” can experience and “be” together.

Love number 4 was with a beautiful and brilliant theatre director who taught me lots about authenticity and holding space; and I often wander what might have been if I hadn’t had a Menty B 6 months after she moved away for her work and we might have been able to make hybrid long distance work.

Love number 5 was someone who was a casual hookup for years, and then eventually I realised I was seeing her 2 or 3 times a month, and we’d started going out socially. She was very involved in autism advocacy and leadership, and I probably wouldn’t have pursued my diagnosis, or had such an affirming revelation of the autistic elements of my identity if she hadn’t been so supportive. Unfortunately I was most comfortable with her in small doses as she could be kind of intense and she was just so obsessively into me. There is lots of pressure when someone is so much more into you than you are into them, and I carried this burden if worrying about hurting her. Feelings change, and people change, and when you start feeling more and more relieved each time you leave it’s silly to cross your fingers and hope something changes.

My last love transformed my understanding of love. It was the rich, exciting, heart pounding obsession that I had read about in books, and I think that it is because of her that I know what it means to be “in love.” She was the first thing I thought of when I awoke each morning, and the last thought through my mind of before falling asleep. We talked constantly, sharing joys and sadness; and every little thing. Because of her I communicate more directly, consider my thoughts and feelings more reflectively and listen to music differently. I’m so much more comfortable with feelings, more willing to appreciate them and more able to sit in discomfort, and more aware of their reality and importance. I see myself very differently now because of how I have been seen by her.

She will always be precious to me for the impact she has had, and I suspect that I’m still somewhat wrapped around her finger, but there is a more sensible realism in how I understand our friendship now. I miss the codependent obsession we had during those first intense months, but the hottest fires burn out the quickest, and I know I want to see all the things that she does with her life, and be someone who can always be there when she needs to think things through with someone, or just needs to be seen and accepted and loved.

Love is - above all - the gift of oneself, and makes us better, and makes us want to be better. It cannot be selfish, or it will consume and hurt everyone it touches.

[cupidskissx]

Thanks for the fics! Are you thinking about writing something Christmassy? If you use this ask for that, I wouldn't care...lol

kisses and happy new year

Hello sweet anon,

Happy belated Christmas to you and those that celebrate!

I started this yesterday with no intention or direction whatsoever. By some Christmas miracle it’s the first thing I’ve “finished” in 6 months. I hope you enjoy ~1k of something for you ❤️🎄

***

When Max’s phone vibrated on the glass-top table the last thing he expected to see when he turned it over was a notification from Charles Leclerc.

Merry Christmas 🎅

He stared at the simple message, unsure what to make of it. They hadn’t spoken since before Max missed their padel game — his previous one line apology left unanswered.

Twisting his wrist, he checked the time and did the calculation. He frowned, it would be past midnight in Monaco, he couldn’t reply and wish him a happy Christmas now.

He picked up his phone and excused himself from the conversation. He walked inside while opening Charles’ contact and clicking call. Max didn’t know why he felt so compelled to speak to him, but it was too late now, he was closing the door to the guest bedroom when Charles answered.

“Hey,” a muted rustle followed Charles’ greeting, likely him rolling over in his covers.

“Hey,” Max sat on the end of the bed. “How was your Christmas?” Max asked.

“Nice, how was yours?”

“Yeah, nice,” Max didn’t know what else to say, maybe calling wasn’t the best idea.

“That’s good,” Charles stifled a yawn, then he asked, “How’s Brazil?”

“Hot. How’s Monaco?”

“Chilly.”

“Checks out.”

“When do you get home?” Charles changed the subject, taking Max by surprise that he’d want to bother keeping up their stilted conversation.

“Err, in a couple of days.”

“We should catch up before I head to Maranello.”

“Really, why? Have you missed me?” Max joked.

“A bit. Which is weird.”

Charles was kidding, surely, Max was the one who was left on read, “How much did you have to drink today, mate?” Max laughed, until he registered Charles’ mumbled response.

“Not enough.”

Oh. Max laid back on the bed and stared at the crack running through the plasterboard ceiling.

“I guess I just miss racing,” Charles clarified, now that is something Max can relate to. He supposed he missed Charles too, in the same way he missed Sunday morning briefings. Because setting the strategy meant driving, and driving meant racing and racing had always meant Charles. Except Charles didn’t only mean racing. Not anymore.

“I really am sorry I missed that game.”

“No you’re not,” Charles was the one to laugh that time.

“Okay, not the match so much, but I am sorry that I let you down.”

Charles was quiet for a long moment, “How’s Kelly’s family?”

Max closed his eyes. “Most of them are drunk and diving into the pool, not the best combination.”

“No, not the best.”

“How’s your family? How’s Arthur, I heard he lost his seat?”

Charles rustled on his end of the line again, “Yeah, he’ll be okay, but it’s still shit. We tried not to talk racing at dinner and that helped.”

“And your mum?” Max asked. The vision of Pascale in his mind was still the one he formed at karting tracks when they were young. When Max was shorter than her and she’d bring a pack lunch in a wicker picnic basket, an old thermos full of coffee never far from reach. One miserable afternoon in Italy she’d let Max hold it to warm his hands while they waited for the rain to clear.

“She’s good,” Charles answered, “Having us all home together makes her happy.”

“Because she can keep an eye on all of you at once for a change?”

“Yeah, definitely,” Charles sounded like he was smiling, Max wouldn’t have sounded much different when he replied.

“My mum is the same, she’ll pop her head in to my room at 6am just to watch me sleep.”

“Mum has definitely walked into whichever room I’m in to make sure I haven’t evaporated if I’m quiet for too long.”

“Typical mums,” Max rolled his eyes fondly at the same time Charles said: “I guess we’re the lucky ones.”

“Yeah, we are,” Max agreed because Charles had a way of making him more honest with himself.

“Will you go see Sophie for Christmas?”

“I’m flying up after New Year’s.”

“So you’ll be in Monaco for New Year’s Eve?”

“If everything goes to plan. Will you?”

“Yeah, I don’t leave until the 3rd. You should come over, I’m doing a small get together, nothing crazy.”

“I’ll check and let you know.”

“Good.”

“And if I can’t make it?”

“Then I guess I’ll see you when the season starts.”

Max’s heart performed a peculiar acrobatic act against his ribcage. “You won’t be home in between?”

“Not really.”

“Well I suppose I do owe you a game before you leave, if it can’t be New Year’s.”

Charles all but giggled on his end of the line, “So now you want to play?”

Max opened his mouth, the words: no, I want to see you nearly tumbled out but he caught them before he had to think too hard about what they meant. “I wanna beat you,” he said instead.

“Naturally. We’ll see,” Charles said but Max didn’t appreciate the open-endedness.

“Afraid for a little one-on-one, we both know Tom carried you last time.”

“You talk big game for someone who lost.”

“Guess there’s only one way to—” there was a single knock on the bedroom door before it creaked open, “I better let you go.”

“Oh, okay, yeah, see you soon then.”

“Yeah, book a court and I’ll be there,” Max started to pull his phone away from his ear when he was called back.

“Max?” Charles asked, voice wavering.

“Yeah?” Max’s brow pinched as he kept his eyes focused on the ceiling. Not quite ready to sit up.

“Get ready to lose again.”

Max snorted, “Yeah, yeah, keep dreaming.”

“I will,” Charles was smiling again, “Night.”

“Night,” Max ended the call. He settled his smile into something less cheesy and pushed himself up onto his elbows to find himself alone in the room.

[jinmindeulle]

make it work | byun baekhyun

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 idol!baekhyun x nonidol!reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 1.6 k

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 angst, romance | jealousy, argument, happy ending

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 angsty?, fluffy

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 none

requested by a lovely butterfly anon 🦋 thank you so much for your request and sorry for the long wait!

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I have to be happy for him, I have to be happy for him, I have to be happy for him…

No matter how many times I repeated that sentence in my mind, it was still hard to actually feel that way. Although I prided myself in not being a jealous person, seeing him surrounded by the prettiest dancers in the industry was taking a toll on my own confidence.

Because I was not an idol like Baekhyun, it was difficult to cope with the pressure that dating one brought. Life as a simple office worker had minor complications in comparison to his highly exposed job, but I had never doubted about being with him ever since I met him. The way he had always treated me like he was just a man in love with a woman reassured me every time. 

Our outings were limited. His schedule was different every day, and I had to adjust. It never mattered to me, though. Being with him for a short time was much more precious than what any other guy could have offered.

However, after a year and a half of relationship, I was starting to long for something more than just seeing him at night and sleeping wrapped up in his arms. I needed the dates, the mornings, the family reunions, and the sense that we were building something together. 

And now, seeing his brand new comeback stage, smiling at his female dancers and moving along with their body rolls like he couldn’t stop himself from wanting them, I had had enough. How was it that they got to have him more than I did? Why didn’t he choose to date one of them instead? They were far more gorgeous than I could ever be!

Just as I blocked my phone and threw it out of sight, a very tired Baekhyun opened the bedroom door, placing his bag on the floor.

“Hey, love” His unanswered greeting made him frown, and with a sigh, he approached me from his side of the bed “What’s wrong, babe?”

“Had fun with your dancers?”

The confusion in his eyes was evident even for me, but I just could not care less at that point. He had to know why I was upset.

“What do you mean?”

“You seemed pretty happy in your stage today”

“I was” he nodded, still not getting the point “So what?”

“I guess you liked being with your dancers”

Realization hit him like a truck, but he just sat there, frozen in his spot. I had to look at him to make sure he was still awake because his stillness was starting to bother me. 

“I can’t believe you’re jealous”

One thing was to admit it to myself, but hearing it coming from Baekhyun was more embarrassing than I thought. Despite this, I was still mad and hurt. My feelings were real, and something had triggered them. He had triggered them.

“They are doing their job. I am doing my job” he turned to face me, surprise written all over his features, and I could not hold my tears any longer. He didn’t understand. He was too focused on his work to even notice how badly I was longing for him.

“I no longer feel you want me, Baekhyun” I mumbled, not caring about the tears that endlessly ran down my cheeks. He had to see my pain.

“That’s nonsense, y/n” he tried to hug me, but I didn’t let him. I couldn’t just allow him to embrace me and settle with it. Knowing myself, I was going to accept whatever lame excuse he gave if I was being held by his strong arms. “Please, let’s not argue this late”

“And when do you want to argue, then?” Standing up, I looked at him dead in the eye “When do you have time to even argue with me? You are too busy to realize how dead our relationship is, Baekhyun”

“You really think that’s where we are standing?” his hands gripped his hair, taking it out of his face in the process.

“Yes”

He prompted himself up off the bed and made his way around it to stand in front of me. “I have little saying on how much I work, or with whom I work. I wish it was easier, love. I wish I could be with you every waking hour, every day for the rest of our lives-”

“But there’s nothing you can or will do about it” I interrupted him, knowing that his saying it would wound me ten times more than admitting it myself. 

“That’s how it is, at least for now” he nodded, interlacing his fingers with mine in an attempt to gain me back. 

“You do realize that you spend more time with your dancers than you do with me?” I left his fingers gripping the air as I stepped back to retrieve my pillow. 

“So all of this is just because you’re jealous” he gave a bitter laugh and followed me with his eyes. 

“Read it as you like, Baekhyun.” As I was about to open the door of our room, he stopped me, screaming my name.

“You don’t have to be jealous. I love you and only you. I am sorry that you feel this way about us, but I really do not see how to make it better when the company presses me to do more and more each day.”

Although his struggles were to be expected, my own were too overwhelming and tangible to not let them cloud my judgment. I was upset. It felt like I was about to lose him — and that made my heart ache with grief as if had already happened. 

“That is not what I wanted to hear from you. At least not the last part”

“What do you want me to say then, huh?” When his tone rose, I knew I had to leave the room. He had become angry at me, and it was evident that we were getting nowhere that night.

“Sleep on it” 

Even though my back was never a problem for me, sleeping on the couch was starting to challenge that. No one had ever used it for those purposes, and being the first one to do it settled that it was not made for more than just sitting there for a couple of hours. Yawning my way out of the silky covers, I opened my eyes to see Baekhyun, sitting on the single sofa chair right next to where my feet had rested during the night. He was fast asleep, his head resting on his hand, elbow pressed onto the chair’s armrest. 

With a quick glance at the clock, I stood up and shook him awake “You’re late”

“Called in sick” he yawned, slowly opening his eyes. 

“Are you?” I raised an eyebrow, reaching out to touch his forehead.

“No” Taking my hand from his forehead to his cheek, he looked up from his seating position and kissed the back of my hand “Can we talk now?”

The emotions that had dissipated overnight reappeared, making my eyes fill with tears once again. I nodded. Baekhyun took my wrist and pushed me to sit on his lap, his arms around my waist as he slowly caressed my exposed skin with his thumbs. 

“I am truly sorry about yesterday, and all of the days I made you feel less important than you are. Truth is, it was the first time you showed jealousy and I didn’t know how to handle it. I just thought your emotions were leading your words and you were saying things to hurt my feelings as well. But I slept on it and…” A small laugh escaped my lips and I nodded to let him go on “and I saw where you were coming from.”

“We never see each other, Baek” I cried, emotions taking over once more.

“I was so focused on my work that it was enough having you waiting for me in bed every night. I am so sorry, my darling” Taking his hands from my hips to my cheeks, he wiped away the tears that kept rolling down “I am making some adjustments in my schedule and will make sure to spend more time with you every day of the week. I don’t care what the agency has to say about it. I am famous enough to set some boundaries without them dropping me from the label.”

“They need you more than you need them, baby” I giggled, feeling the contentedness filling my heart, once and for all. 

“You’re right” he smiled, cupping my face with his hands. “I love you”

“I love you” 

His lips met mine in what felt like years. We had not shared a meaningful kiss for a very long time, so I let myself enjoy it with every fiber of my being. 

Pecking my lips in between each word, he announced “I will take you on a date today”

“And what if they see us?” I frowned, combing his hair with my fingers. Oh my, how nice it felt to have him all for myself after such a long time. “You won’t look very sick if we’re out eating and goofing around. Your fans… I don’t know how they would react knowing you didn’t do your interviews but are kissing me instead”

“Are our disguises still in the closet?” he asked, making me chuckle. He truly thought he could fool them with those outfits.  

“You mean our trench coats, masks, and stylish beanies?”

“I prefer to call them disguises” he giggled, attacking my face with wet kisses.

If life with Baekhyun was going to look like this for the rest of our lives, I couldn’t wait.

[frownyalfred]

If this too much or too personal please ignore!

But I was just wondering if you had any advice for grieving? (I lost a close family member very recently)

I'm so sorry for your loss, anon. I don't know your exact situation, but I hope your loved one's memory is a blessing to you and your family. I'll leave my thoughts below the break, since I'll discuss death and dying a little.

I am, as many people on here likely know, still grieving the loss of my father. It was sudden and unexpected. It was bloody and somewhat traumatic for our family. Thinking about it still leaves me dazed and unfocused.

Grieving is such a strange process. I've been talking about it with my therapist weekly, and her main takeaway has been that there is no right way to do it -- and that it is far from linear. There are positive moments and regressions. There are funny memories and difficult truths to grapple with. There is anger, confusion, sadness. Despair. So many unanswered questions and moments that hover on the edge of veneration simply because they are the only ones you have left.

How did I grieve? I cried a lot, at first. I took off work and sat shiva with my family. I answered a thousand well-meaning messages and played one singular song on repeat on my phone. I barely slept. I dreamed and dreamed and dreamed. I woke up crying without remembering exactly what I had been dreaming about.

Then, as if in reprieve, my brain let up. I slept somewhat normally again. My body was no longer on the edge of tears at any given moment, nor was I entirely numb. Slowly, I began to think of normal things again; new television shows, updating a chapter, irritation at the banal things like traffic and work.

And anon, I thought to myself, this must be it. I'm no longer "grieving," or at least not in the traditional sense of the word. I was eating, sleeping, going to the gym and work, updating my works and hitting the club again on the weekends.

But I wasn't done. And I'm not sure I ever will be. I wanted to be done, in so many ways. I was mad at my father for dying, for making me grieve, for keeping me in this state where I couldn't be confident in anything I was feeling, any progress I was making. Where I could remain silent and resolute at his burial, but sob like a baby in my apartment when the concert t-shirt he gave me was stained by some soup.

But that's a lot to put on the dead. And sometimes I have to keep reminding myself that -- that he is dead, that there is a gap in my life I keep trying to skip over, like avoiding tonguing at the aching tooth in the back of my mouth. And when I forget, the world is more than glad to remind me, whether through well-meaning neighbors, colleagues, etc etc.

I suppose that's a long way of saying, I think I'm still grieving anon. I'm not sure I'm doing the best at it, active or involuntary as this process seems to be. I have an amazing support network, but so much of this work seems to be solitary, even when someone is sitting right next to you, crying with you.

The Jewish saying "May their memory be a blessing" has been a good focal point for me, I think. It dovetails nicely with the Mandalorian saying "Not gone, merely marching far away." I've thought about both a lot in the last few months, because I'm a huge nerd and also because I don't think the cultures are too dissimilar.

Let your loved one's memory be a blessing in your life, anon. Remember the happy moments, and speak them out loud if you're able. Don't let their name remain sacred. Don't sanctify them, for we are all humans and humans are complicated, but don't leave their life behind you.

Those memories of them, those funny moments and sad days, fun trips and strange conflicts, those are all yours now. No one else has them. And when you and your family are gone, those memories are gone too.

Other small things that have made this whole process easier: Starbucks and DoorDash giftcards (seriously, some days are too hard), letting myself take time off hobbies (gym/writing) without penalizing myself, naming my grief and allowing myself to sit in it (I'm sad today about x, and I want to lie down for a few hours. I'm lying down because I'm feeling sad about x, and I'm allowed to feel that way). Going to the gym and running until the natural endorphins help. Talking with my families about good and complicated moments with my dad. Writing, when I'm able. Reminding myself it's okay to not be very functional, that it's okay to not be perfect and you would never expect someone who is grieving to be so. Talking to a therapist and getting treatment for what I experienced. Accepting the kind words of others, even if they hurt or are unintentionally difficult.

I'm sorry you're going through this anon. I know how you feel, or at least some of what you feel. I hope you have support and loved ones around you who can help shoulder some of this process.

<3 Jay

[lesbians4armand]

Hi! Im new to the shadow & bone fandom and ended up falling into the darkling pit lol. You seem to be one of the few active darkling blogs and I was wondering if you could recommend me some good darkling fics and some darkling tumbler blogs!

omg i cannot believe how long this ask has sat in my inbox unanswered because i forgot about it (so sorry anon!!!)

i can definitely recommend to you @ragingstillness @saintaleksander @greensaplinggrace @starlesszova @goatsandgangsters @stromuprisahat

And for darkling fics i can recommend @words-in-starless-skies on tumblr and ao3, their fics are always amazing.

and probably more! if you are are darkling blog or can recommend any more fics, please rb to help this anon find us!

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Incoming prompt idea!

Peter 1 being in an aggravated mood for no reason! Peter 2 and 3 come in and decide to cheer Peter 1 up! But...they brought some back up! Harry(raimi)!

Lee!Peter1 Ler!peter2 ler!peter3 and ler!harry

Grump Bucket

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Awww! This idea was so cute ❤️ I love the idea of the older two Peters working together with Harry to get Peter 1 in a better mood! They're all such goofy tickle monsters ❤️ I hope you enjoy this Anon! Have a great day or night :))

The youngest Peter curled under his blanket. He had woken up in a bad mood and was determined to make sure everyone around him realized it. He had grumbled when Two wished him good morning, pouted when Peter 3 suggested a fun activity, and stomped off as soon as one of his brothers wanted to cuddle. All the youngest wanted to do was sulk for no other reason then he could.

While One brooded under his blanket, he heard a knock at the door which he refused to answer. When the knock went unanswered, another louder knock came followed by an even louder knock.

The youngest Peter whined. "Go away."

"Well someone's in a grouchy mood."

Peter 1 turned to see a tall figure standing in the doorway.

Harry waved. "Hiya."

Of course, One turned back around and returned to his blanket.

"How long has he been like this?" One heard Harry asked.

"All day, but he won't tell us what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong Two."

Another figure moved into room. "Then why are you sulking Pete?"

"Not sulking."

"Could of fooled me," Harry muttered.

Peter 1 lifted one hand out if the blanket and lifted his middle finger.

"Woow." Three exclaimed as he plopped beside his baby brother. "You really are in a grouchy mood."

"Not grouchy!" The youngest turned so he could glare at the taller Spiderman. "Why are you here?"

"Can we save the existential questions until after the weekend?" Two added as sat on the other side of One's bed.

The youngest's immediately returned to his hiding spot with a huff.

A third figure settled near his feet. "This is a stubborn mood."

"Not a mood mom!"

Meanwhile, Harry rolled his eyes at the snarky comment. "What do you do when he's like this?"

The older two Peters shared a smirk before turning back to Harry.

Harry grinned. "I like the sound of this."

"There's only one thing you can do when you've got a case like this." The tallest Spiderman moved back along with Peter 2. "Dr. Harry, the blanket."

Before Peter 1 could process that statement, Harry grabbed his cover and yanked it away in one fell swoop.

Peter 1 glared up at the older three. "Hey!"

Suddenly, Peter 3 jumped on top of Peter 1. The youngest Peter squirmed as Three pinned him into place.

"No fair! You guys are being buttheads!" The youngest whined as Two moved to sit by his legs and Harry sat by his feet.

"We're being the buttheads?" Harry teased. "You've been nothing but nasty since we got here beanie boo."

Peter 2's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "He does look lihike a beanie boo!"

"No I don't!" One argued.

Three smirked. "Ihi think he lohooks more like Grumpy Behear from the cahare bears."

"Just much smaller and more adorable!" Harry added.

The youngest growled. "I'm not Grumpy!"

"Alright Grumpy Boo, enough chit chat." The tallest Spiderman crossed his arms as he looked down at the youngest. "Yohove been a grump bucket all day and it's starting to get old."

"Like you?" One snapped.

"We age like fine wine Grumpy butt," Harry teased. "Unlike whatever trends have the young people's eye nowadays."

"I'm gonna put a foot in your eye if you don't quit it!"

"Might want to speed up whatever you've got planned Three," Two whispered. "He's moving from mildly annoyed to outright furious pretty quickly."

"Sorry for the delay in build up. Now onto the main event." The tallest Spiderman ignored the youngest's eye roll and instead held his hands open as if he were reading from a manual. "As stated in the big brother and honorary big brother handbook, if the younger brother shows any Grump Bucket symptoms, such as but not limited too odd mood swings, snappy behavior, etc, it is the job of the big brother and honorary big brother---that's us---to chase away the grump."

Peter 2 grinned. "Oh! That procedure!"

"Not this game!" The youngest pouted.

Harry leaned closer to Two to whisper. "What's chasing away the grump?"

"Three is looking for wherever Grumpy pants here is hiding all his attitude and is going to try to 'remove' it. However, if it 'gets away,' we have to help 'catch' it."

"How do you catch it?"

The oldest Peter held up his hands and wiggled his fingers.

Harry grinned. "Ohhh, that's how!"

"It's a standard procedure that we've done several times on ole Grumpy McGrumpster before." Three settled himself into place. "You'll catch on quick."

"Nooo! Don't chase awahay the grump!" The youngest Peter whined.

Three pointed his finger at Peter 1. "Ah! There was one giggle. We must be close!"

Peter 1 smirked. "Good luck getting anymore!"

Three's same finger wiggled under One's chin. "Hmm, this one seems to be buried pretty deep."

As Three wiggled his finger, Peter 1 tried any alternative necessary to hide his smiles and giggles. He refused to give in so easily.

"Thihis is a stubborn one fohor sure. Your poor giggles are trapped by all the grumps!"

"Sh-shut uhup!"

Peter 2 leaned closer. "Almost there! I heard one of them get out."

Peter 3 moved his fingers down to One's neck. "Let's explore our options."

This elicited a squeak as One turtled into his shoulders. The corners of his mouth betraying the smile hiding just below the surface.

"Ihive almost got it." One of Three's fingers poked the youngest's cheek while another poked his tummy. "Ihif these are anything to go off ohof."

Another squeak slipped out as One tried even harder to hide any smiles or giggles. He finally broke when two fingers started wiggling behind each ear.

A grin appeared on his face and a stream of giggles started to pour out.

"Awww, that mean Mistewr Gwump was hiding behind youwr eaws," Three cooed.

One opened his mouth to retaliate but then Peter 3 jumped to his ribs. "Oh no! He's gettihing away!"

As One squeaked and giggled adorably, Three kept jumping to random tickle spots in order to "catch" the grump.

"Look out you two!" He called to Two and Harry. "The grump is headed your way."

"I see it!" The oldest Peter replied as he squeezed one of One's knees. "Help me catch it Harry!"

As Two worked on that knee, Harry snagged his opposite foot and began to scurry his fingers across there. "Ihi see it! My oho my he ihis a slippery fellow!"

By this point, Peter 1 was a red faced cackling mess who certainly did not look like a Grump any more. "NAHAHA! JEHERKS!"

"Jerks? Theheyre miracle wohorkers Pete," the tallest Spiderman retorted.

The youngest Peter melted a little. "NOHO! THEHEHRE MEANIHIES!"

The middle Peter grinned. The grump was almost gone.

Three turned to look over his shoulder at the other two. "How's it coming doctors?"

"Watch out Three! Thehere's some headed your way!" Two exclaimed.

The middle brother dug into One's sides. "I see it!"

Then Peter 1 snorted.

"Wohow, that muhust of helped gehet ohout a lot ohof gruhump," Three teased.

That was when One fully melted into the tickles and laughed freely. The biggest happy grin appeared on his face and his eyes shined brightly.

Peter 3 paused his tickles. "Look ahat that, I think we officially chased ahaway the grump."

Shortly after Peter 3 stopped, Peter 2 and Harry slowed their tickles too.

"Thahat was faster thehen I thought it was going toho be," the oldest Peter teased as he moved back to his original position beside Peter 1.

"Yohou gohot hihim," One replied.

"Doho you concur doctors?" Peter 3 asked both Two and Harry.

The oldest Peter nodded. "Ihi concuhur. Do you concur doctors?"

Both older Peters turned to Harry.

"Oh! I concur too." Harry exclaimed. "Do---do yohou concur doctors?"

"We concur."

Peter 1 was giggling at the interaction. "Thehen cahan I behe done?"

The tallest Peter leaned forward. "Not until we finish the operation."

"Wha-EEE!"

The youngest kicked and squealed as Peter 3 blew a raspberry into his neck followed by Peter 2 then Harry. Once they were done, Peter 3 climbed off the youngest so he could curl into a giggly ball.

Harry gently squeezed his calf. "How are you feeling now Pete?"

"Ihim better." The youngest glanced away from the older three. "Ihim sorry I was suhuch a jerk."

The eldest Peter squeezed his bicep. "It's okay Pete. We just want to know what's going on."

One's shoulders shrugged. "Nothing reheally. I just woke uhup in a bad mood and I . . . took it ohout on you three----I---I'm sorry."

There was a moment of silence from the group. The next instant, Peter 1 was wrapped in a giant group hug. He curled as close as he could into the warm hug.

"We all have days like that Bug." The oldest Peter kissed the youngest's temple. "Just remember we're here for you."

"Ihi know. And I lohove you guys for that."

Peter 3 nuzzled into One's cheek. "We love you Grumpy Gus!"

The youngest Peter giggled adorably at the ticklish affection.

"Hey, yohou know what grumpy dahays call for?" Two asked.

"Movies?" Harry asked.

The oldest nodded. "Movies."

Peter 3 cheered and scooped Peter 1 over his shoulder. "Let's go!"

Peter 1 squeaked. "Hehey!"

"Hey! Ihi want a turn!" Two teased.

The middle Peter tightened his hold around Peter 1. "Nuh-uh! It's myhy tuhurn!"

Suddenly, Harry yanked One out Three's arms before bolting out of the room. "Later losers!"

Two followed after Peter 3. "Hey! Get back here!"

"Yeheah! We want toho hohold him!" Three exclaimed while he was hot on Two's heels.

While they played, the small group left Peter 1's sour mood far behind.

[kinetic-elaboration]

For your fic writer asks: 47) How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Oh, anon, thank you for sending this ask and I'm sorry it's sat unanswered for so many days. I've been having a time.

To answer the question:

It varies but usually 1-2 times, I'd say. I always do some sort of editing/revising, even on a deadline. If I don't have a lot of time, I'll read through once for embarrassing errors, outright mistakes, awkward phrasing and, because it's me, really long sentences that I can break up. If I have more time, I might do more than one pass through like that.

I also just like re-reading my work so I often go back while the fic is still a work in progress and make little changes here and there.

I don't usually go back and make huge changes... Most of the time, when I write something like a scene, I just have an instinctive sense of if it's good or not, usable or not. If not, I just rewrite. If it's basically fine, I make the sort of edits described above. The majority of the time, a completed scene is basically fine because I don't usually get very far if the writing/drafting process just isn't clicking for me.

Sometimes I have to re-write because I want to change, not the style, but literally what's happening. That's pretty rare too but it's happened with a long term fic I'm working on (my southern gothic AU specifically). Sometimes I want to re-write a certain section but not a whole scene from scratch.

I've also been trying out, during this semi-official posting hiatus, letting finish fics marinate for a while before I post. I have a pretty long fic (I think like 20k but I'm not checking) that's totally done in draft form but I'm letting it sit a while longer before I re-read and edit. I think getting distance might help the process.

So, yeah, tl;dr: I do at least 1 complete pass through. Sometimes it's more than that, sometimes I work more on certain sections, and I do a of tweaking here and there. It's mostly style stuff because if a section needs heavy editing, I'll just re-write it.

Thanks again for the ask, I love talking writing stuff!

Ask me a question from this list!

[onlyhereforthestories]

Even La Reina Needs A Nap (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

I am so sorry its been so long, ps happy birthday anon hope you had the best day. I hope this makes up for it a little bit, I loved writing this

Training had finished 30 minutes ago and it was a brutal one. Alexia had stayed out to practice free kicks with a few of the other girl which you would normally do but you had a gym session to complete. This morning you had to go to the dentist and so you missed the morning strength session.

This also meant that you had dinner ready for you in the canteen which is where you currently were sat over watching your beautiful girlfriend scoring goal after goal, free kick after free kick. You were still in shock sometimes that you got to call her yours.

You had just finished your final mouthful when you met the shining brown eyes you had fallen in love with. With a bright smile, you waved at the midfielder who waved back. You nodded in the direction of the tunnel a signal that you would meet her in the changing rooms.

Pushing the door open and stepping in you were pulled into a hug before the door could slow close behind you. Breathing in the scent brought the peaceful smile it always did to cross your features. “Hola babe, I have a gym session to complete from this morning.”

Pressing a kiss you your head Alexia pulled back before speaking. “Do you want me to wait? I can come watch.” As if you didn’t know that wasn’t a good idea already, the wiggle of the brown haired beauties eyebrows told you if she did the session would take a lot longer than normal.

“We both know that’s like the worst idea for right now. This isn’t our home gym silly girl.” The slightly taller woman rolled her eyes before laughing. You stood on your top toes to press a tender kiss to her lips. “Go home and relax. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Okay, okay but you better get home soon we are meant to watch that film.” You sent her a salut and went to walk out the changing room only to be tugged back by your shirt.

You were pulled into a heated kiss, Alexia’s hands had worked themselves under your training shirt and yours had wrapped around the back of her neck. When breathing became an issue you pulled back reluctantly. Alexia pecked your lips twice before pulling her hands away.

“For good luck bebé.” You sent her a look that told her you knew what she was doing before you turned round to leave. Getting a tap to your ass just as you pulled the handle. The gentle giggle you heard fading away as you walked away was one you wanted to hear for the rest of your life.

The quicker you get in the gym and do your work the quicker you can get home and cuddle with your girl.

Two gruelling hours later you finally all but stumbled out of the gym doors, the swear was dripping off you and the ache had already set into your muscles. The trainers had pushed you to the max which you were sure was because of the way you joked when you entered about cheating and just sitting around for a while and saying you had completed the session.

You wanted nothing more than to snuggle with Alexia and Nala for a while before bed. You really needed to shower but the pull of home was too strong, you would just shower there after seeing your girls.

After gathering your belongings and finding the late night security to let you out of the facility, you drove fast but safely home. You really did have only one thing on your mind.

Unlocking the door and setting your bag down you were surprised that your ankles weren’t being run around. Nala would always be the first to the door when she heard it. Taking your shoes off and leaving your bag next to alexia’s matching one you headed for the lounge to find your favourite girls.

The tv wasn’t on when you wandered and the room was only lit up be the glow coming from the hallway light you had turned on upon entering the house. “Ale?” Your calls for the woman went unanswered which started to panic you.

Going back to the bedroom produced the same result, a pitch black room and no love of your life. The anxiousness was really starting to rise now and you were just pulling up Mapis number when you spotted a light through the kitchen.

Locking your phone you headed to find the source which you found as soon as you entered the kitchen. Just through the double doors that lead onto the patio, the log fire pit was alight, flames dancing in the air and wood crackling away.

The fire pit had become one of you and alexia’s favourite things after moving from your shared apartment and into the house you owned together. You had spent many nights lost in your shared world out here under the stars.

Sliding open the back doors you were met with a sight that made your heart go crazy, laying on her side across the outside sofa, with a small blanket covering her lower half was Alexia. Curled up by her chest with an arm draped over them was Nala. The dog was wide awake but staying very still and quiet obviously for her beloved owners sake.

“Hola chica. Are you keeping your mom warm? She never covers up enough when she comes out here.” Rolling your eyes at what you were saying you notice the goosebumps on her skin.

Taking your jacket off and a step forward you kneeled down next to the sofa and ran you fingers through the older woman’s hair. “Hey sleepyhead can you wake up for me.”

Her relaxed features scrunched up and she stretched her legs out before her eyes opened. “Hola bebé I missed you.” You smiled down at the woman and pressed a kiss to her waiting lips.

“Take my jacket, it’s cold.” You helped her slip it round her without shift too much, she looked way too comfy. “I need to shower let’s go inside.”

The adorable woman in front of you scrunched up her nose. “You go shower I’m going to stay here and finish my wine.” You glanced over your shoulder to see a half empty glass of wine on the small table you had next to the sofa.

“Okay I won’t be long.” With that being said and another tender kiss pressed to her lips you stood up and slipped inside.

You rushed through your shower routine not wanting to miss out on some much needed snuggling. You were in such a hurry you had almost fallen out the shower in you haste, you had managed to catch yourself on the sink before you injured anything.

Changing into sweats and a hoodie was easy, what was less easy was getting a brush through your hair. You had rubbed a towel through it to try and dry it faster and now it was a tangled mess. Eventually you got all the knots out and put it up into your normal bun before heading out towards the backyard.

Grabbing a beer from the fridge, you opened the sliding doors expecting to see Alexia sat up sipping on her drink. What you didn’t expect is what you found. Alexia back in the same position you woke her up from last time, fast asleep but this time her glass was empty.

Brushing the hair in her face away you bent down to press a kiss you her forehead. “Mi amor it’s time to get up. Come on let’s get you to bed.” When she didn’t even stir you took a slightly more drastic measure.

Putting you beer on the side table, you slid your hands under her head and shoulder and lifted. When there was a big enough gap you slipped under her and layer her over your legs. The groan the woman let out as she was put back down clued you into the fact she was in fact now at least semi awake.

“Hola babe. How’s was nap number 2?” A groan was all you got. Chuckling at the woman as she shift onto her other side so she could bury her head in your stomach.

Running your fingers through her hair you whispered into the quiet night, “Don’t go back to sleep. We need to go to bed.” The shake you felt against your belly had you frowning slightly.

“You need some sleep beautiful girl.” Alexia had been working so hard and her recovery sleep hadn’t been the best recently.

“Sleep is for the weak.” Her reply came barely above a whisper something that had you grinning down at the woman currently using you as a pillow.

“Says the woman who I’ve woken up from 2 naps today.” The pinch to your thigh had you laughing a full on belly laugh. “God I love you.”

“If you love me that much carry me to bed?” For the first time since your shower you got to look into the brown irises that you would hopefully get to love for the rest of your days.

Without a word you grabbed your half empty beer that you had been sipping from the table, hooked one arm under the brown haired beauties back and pushed forward slightly. Just as you were about to stand you hooked your other arm under her bent knees and stood.

“If you wanted that tonight you could have just asked.” The wink or attempted wink being as her eyes were still droopy, Alexia sent your way had you falling a little bit more for the woman.

None of that happened that night, Alexia was asleep before you even put her down.

[pyro-doll]

Hiya!! Id like to start by saying I really love your writing, and I enjoy reading it a lot ;w;

I was going to ask if I could request Kaeya comforting reader after feeling really alone and left out, like they don’t fit in anywhere?

It’s okay if not! I’m just asking because I’ve been feeling really down lately and I’ve been needing some sort of comfort (only if it’s okay with you ^^)

"Belonging" Kaeya x Gn!Reader

Hello Anon!! I really am so happy you enjoy my writing. If just one person enjoys what I make that is really enough. I really hope you feel better, I totally understand feeling left out. I was always the left behind friend in my old group and now I make sure nobody feels like that. Sorry it took so long! Just finished a couple weeks at camp.

Excited to write more kaeya I love this funky lil man. <3

Content/Warnings: mutual pining, fluff and comfort, descriptions of loneliness at the beginning, hurt w comfort, crying.

Reader Pronouns: Not mentioned, gender neutral, you/yours.

A/N: peep me using one of his teapot lines bc they had me on the floor when they first were leaked

The city of Mondstadt was buzzing as the people came and went under street lamps. Usually at this time of night the city was dark and mostly empty, but as Ludi Harpastum came into full swing there were more festivities in each shop and tavern and people drank, laughed, and loved in the city of freedom. Everyone was enjoying the festival to it's fullest.

All accept for you. You had tried of course, but every place you went and tried to talk and laugh with the others all felt wrong. Your jokes were brushed off, you weren't clicking with the other patrons and those you considered your friends were talking over you and not bothering to fix your confusion at the numerous inside jokes they kept tossing around. It felt as though the city was dancing around you, a still point in the center unable to join in.

You tried asking Jean if there was anything else you could do for her but she excused you for the festivities. You tried talking with others in the square, and even stepped into a couple taverns looking for a familiar face to smile and talk with. All of these attempts were met with little no success and you excused yourself to the north east part of the city where you sat near a fountain, away from your peers.

The wind felt cool here, where there were no buildings to block the breeze, but it seemed to carry the euphoria of the other Mondstadters up to you, leaving you unable to take your mind off of it. Against the cool air, hot tears pricked at your eyes and you clenched your jaw, pushing them down. Crying wouldn't do you much good, you felt pathetic. At least if you did cry here nobody would see. 'Because nobody would care.' you thought and took a shaky breath.

You leaned back, fixing your gaze on the stars. You recognized a few constellations, tracing the invisible lines between each in your mind. Even the stars all have a place in their own constellation, by where did you have a place?

"Avoiding the rest of us, Y/n?" A voice broke through your thoughts and you jolted, whipping around. There stood cavalry Captain Kaeya. Great. He was just who you needed to see, nothing like relentless teasing to make your night any better. You turned back around scoffing and crossed your arms.

"It appears I've touched a nerve." He laughed and walked over to the bench you were on taking a seat next to you. You kept your eyes trained on the fountain now, as it quietly bubbled away infront of you.

"Why aren't you at the festival?" You asked curtly.

"Why aren't you at the festival?" He retorted and you hummed electing to leave that question unanswered.

It's not that you disliked Kaeya, quite the opposite really. He had been your go to when you first joined the Knights of Favonius and you had grown closer as you quickly climbed the ranks to where you were now. He was strong, smart, and too charming for his own good. His flirting had little affect on you at first but as you got to know him more for who he really was the banter would cause your heart to flutter.

This was all when and good, but in your current state you did not need to deal with the man you may or may not be in love with teasing you about some silly problem. Thankfully, at the moment he was sober but thinking over it you couldn't decide if that was better or not. You stayed silent.

"Here I thought I'd invite you to go get drinks with me, but all I get is the cold shoulder." Kaeya prodded. You didn't know if you believed him or not, you were sure if you accepted he would follow through but you couldn't help but find it odd he was here. Huffing in frustration you crossed your arms firmly.

"How generous. That would make you the first in a long time." You couldn't help the edge the crept into your voice like as you instinctively made a snappy remark, like a wounded animal. The anger didn't last long as the loneliness crept back over your skin.

Kaeya laughed and your chest tightened, swallowing the sob that threatened to blossom there. "Oh? People usually enjoy the festival you know. Perhap-"

"Forget it Kaeya." You sighed. To your surprise he was silent as you sat beneath the stars, but he did not leave, he stayed next to you. You braved a glance in his direction starting when you saw his expression. You had expected something teasing, perhaps amused, but the knight wore a slight frown. You made eye contact and a hint of concern crept into his gaze as he took in your expression.

When he spoke next his voice was softer, the teasing lilt gone. "Is something bothering you, Y/n?" Kaeya asked.

'Yes.' you wanted to say. You wanted to tell him about how hectic your life has been recently but you were worried once again you'd be dismissed and alone once more. You bit your cheek to quell the emotion, pushing back more tears, but you couldn't hold them any more. As you sat with your arms crossed firmly holding yourself, a single year escaped and fell down your cheek. You wiped it hurriedly hoping Kaeya hadn't noticed but it was too late for that.

He scooted closer to you peering over his shoulder slightly as if making sure you were in private. You rested your elbows on your knees pointedly avoiding looking at him as you buried your head in your hands, slumping your shoulders. You felt a light touch on your shoulder gently resting there. "Well I'll be around if you decide you need somebody to spill your heart too."

You took a shaky breath as you turned your head to peer at Kaeya through your fingers. It was rare for him to speak so softly though in your more private moments you found it more common. He laughed a bit your blank expression, though it was gentle and you were sure there was no malice in it. Placing his other hand on your arm he gently pulled you up until you were sitting straight again.

"Well then, what's on your mind?" His smile was more genuine now.

You couldn't hold it back, as much as you wanted too. The tears began to fall as your frustrations slipped through your lips in stuttering sentences. You explained the troubles of your night as Kaeya quietly listened keeping his hand on your forearm comfortingly as you spilled your thoughts. As you spoke the bubble of anxiety and emotions that had sat in your chest the whole night seemed to dissipate. You took a shaking sob as you finished. "I'm sorry I just... I feel like I don't belong anywhere."

Kaeya was quiet and you were worried he would get up and leave to but instead, he gently reached up and pulled you into a hug. You fell into it melting against him. Kaeya held you like fine china, firmly but gently like he was worried he might hurt you. Being in his arms felt like the most natural thing in the world as you cried your eyes dry into his shoulder.

After a moment you pulled away breath steadying again. "Sorry." You mumbled and kaeya sighed slightly amused at your second apology for the night.

"No need to apologize Y/n." Kaeya was still so close, though no longer having his arms wrapped around you, he seemed much closer than before as he gazed at you. "If you still fancy a drink why not come to my place? The taverns at this time of year are quite suffocating." He offered. "Plus it's the only place at this time with me at it~"

Kaeya's joke made you laugh as you wiped your eyes for the last time, a small smile on your face. Kaeya grinned, seeing that his words had effectively made you smile and stood up. He offered you his hand. "Well, what do you say?"

His charming persona was intoxicating. You took his hand and stood up, begin to leave the emotional clutter of the night behind you. "Sure. Lead the way captain." The weight on your chest was replaced with a fluttering lightness as the Knight walked you through the streets hand in hand still. Perhaps tonight wasn't so bad after all.

NOTES

This request honestly hit home for me and I really hope it bring somebody comfort.

Shout-out to the friends who wait for you too tie your shoes. You r so sexc.

[drabbles-mc]

Let Me In

EZ Reyes x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Can I request an Ez drabble where his relatively new girlfriend slips into an episode for the first time while they've been together? Like one day she just stops responding to his texts and calls, Letty notices she hasn't posted on social media, no one has seen her around town or at the club. He goes to her house to check on her, and she explains that this is something that just happens and people trying to cheer her up just makes her feel guilty. So he offers to be a silent character in her home during her episode, basically moving into her guest room. Like he'll just help out by going grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, etc., so that he can make sure she's nourished, well stocked, and clean. I understand if this is too uncomfortable because it involves mental illness, but if you felt comfortable enough to write it, I would really like that 💜

Warnings: mentions of depression/mental illness, language, EZ being a sweetie

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: EZ being a mindful partner and caretaker is my jam. Hope you enjoy! xo

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Your phone buzzed again. When you looked down and saw EZ’s name lighting up the screen, you gnawed at the inside of your cheek before turning it back over and setting it face down on the couch next to you. For three days you had been dodging his text and his calls. As much as you hated ignoring him, what you would hate more was dragging him into the mess you felt like you were currently trapped it.

The two of you hadn’t been dating for very long. Things had been going well, and even outside of your new-found relationship with EZ, you had been doing well in general. Until one day when you woke up and started to feel yourself slipping. It’d been a while since you felt yourself spiraling downwards, and part of you figured that you were a little overdue for it, as fucked up as it sounded. You knew what you were in for, what to expect, but you didn’t want to put that on Ezekiel. Things were still so new, and so good—you didn’t want to stain that with the darkness that was swirling around inside your head. Besides, it was better for you to get through your depressive episodes alone. You couldn’t handle other people’s guilt on top of your own depression.

EZ was sat at the bar in the clubhouse, staring intently at his phone. He felt like if he looked at it long enough, your contact photo would light up the screen with a phone call. But he had no such luck. The anxious part of him worried that you had just woken up and decided to drop him and move on, but that just didn’t seem right—things had been going so well. He knew that things were still fresh with the two of you, though, and he didn’t feel comfortable just showing up and kicking your door in, especially when you had been making a point to not talk to him.

“You alright?” Letty approached him, instantly noticing the worried look on his face.

He looked up at her from the screen of his phone, “You heard from Y/N?”

She shook her head, “Not the past few days, why? She okay?”

He sighed, shaking his head, “I don’t know. She hasn’t been answering my calls or texts. Just starting to get worried.”

Letty was already scrolling on her phone to see if she had seen any posts from you the past few days on social media. But there was nothing. She looked over at EZ, “Nothing. Maybe you should go check on her. Can’t hurt.”

He nervously twisted his hands in his lap, “I don’t want to just show up like that. I don’t think we’re really there yet.”

Angel scoffed from the stool next to him, “Don’t be like that, ‘mano. If you’re worried go check on her. She hasn’t been around lately.”

EZ knew that he would never win an argument against the both of them. So with a heavy sigh he got up from his seat and made his way towards the door of the clubhouse. He texted you to tell you that he was on his way, but in his gut, he knew that the text was most likely going to go unanswered.

When he pulled into your driveway, he saw that your car was there. That at least gave him reassurance that you were home, not stranded or lost somewhere. He hung his helmet off the handlebar and made his way up to the front door. Taking a deep breath, he reached forward and knocked on your door.

You’d heard EZ’s bike long before you heard the knock at the door. You contemplated, for a fleeting moment, not answering the door. But you knew that wasn’t fair to him—none of this really was.

You unlocked and opened the door and you could instantly see the relief on his face when he saw that you were alive and in one piece. That relief, however, was brief as his features twisted into a look of concern. He saw the dark circles beneath your eyes, the hollowness in them.

“Hey,” you offered up as you stood in the doorway.

“Hey, um,” he cleared his throat, “sorry to just turn up like this. I just…I got worried.”

“Sorry,” it was hard to meet his eyes.

There were a few beats of silence before he asked, “Can I come in?”

You glanced back over your shoulder for a second. Your house wasn’t a mess or anything, but usually you took extra care to straighten up when you knew that people, especially EZ, were coming over. There was no point in hiding it now, though. It was too late to pretend that everything was normal.

You opened the door and stepped aside so that he could come in. With a deep sigh you shut and locked it behind the both of you. You stayed put by the front door, not quiet sure what EZ was going to say or do. You were surprised that he didn’t seem angrier or upset about you completely blowing him off the last few days.

“Can I ask what’s been going on?” you could tell by the look on his face that he was trying to choose his words carefully.

You gnawed at the inside of your lip for a second before walking towards the couch, motioning for him to follow you. You sat down next to him and pulled your legs up underneath you. He watched your every move, and you could see it in his eyes that he didn’t know what was wrong but he already wanted to fix it.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been blowing you off,” you sighed and ran your hands over your face, “I just, I sort of shut down sometimes. I’m used to how I operate, but I probably should’ve mentioned something about it to you.”

“About what?” he was a smart man, but he still wanted you to be able to tell him in your own words what was going on.

You fussed with the hem of your hoodie, “About my depression. There’s just, you know, never a good time to bring it up,” you let out a hollow chuckle, “Not necessarily the best ice breaker on a first date,” you shook your head, “But anyway. Some days it’s worse than others. It’s always pretty manageable, but when it gets bad I usually just shut down and stay in. I know how to handle myself and it’s easier to just get through it alone.”

“I can help,” his tone was so sincere.

You nodded, “I know you would. But people trying to cheer me up or get me to do shit just…makes it worse. I just gotta ride it out. Things always end up leveling off and going back to normal. I just don’t really have the capacity to handle human interaction.”

“I can help and also not talk to you,” he wasn’t trying to make light of your situation, but you could still see a hint of a smile playing at his lips as he made his offer.

It got you to give a small smile in return, “I’m not going to ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking,” he scooted a little closer to you, “I’ll stay out of your way. I can crash on the couch, or in the spare room. You won’t even know I’m here. I’ll be like your Alfred. Only better-looking.”

“Ezekiel,” you shook your head, “you really don’t have to—”

“But I want to,” he cut you off but his voice was still gentle, “If you really can’t stand me after a couple days then I’ll pack my shit and leave you alone until you’re feeling better. Promise.”

You sighed, not having the energy to really fight him on it. You gave a slight nod, “Okay.”

“Yea?”

You nodded, “Yea.”

You felt like there was something more that you should say but you couldn’t. Your brain felt like it was coated in a fog. Without another word about it, EZ stood up and gave you a light kiss on the top of your head before heading back out the way he came so he could go pack some clothes and things to keep at your place.

When he got back to your place, you were curled up on the couch underneath your blanket. The television was on despite the fact that you weren’t really listening to it—it just was better than complete silence. EZ toed off his boots by the door, his footsteps surprisingly soft as he made his way through your house to set his things in your spare bedroom.

You looked over at him when he came back down the hall. He looked over at you for a moment and smiled but didn’t say anything as he made his way over into the kitchen. A few seconds later you heard the sink turn on. Propping yourself up on your elbows you peeked to see what he was doing. His back was completely to you as he started to work through the dishes that had been accumulating in your sink. You watched him for a minute, and if you listened hard enough you could hear him quietly humming to himself as he did. You laid back down on the couch, letting your eyes drift shut to the sound of the television and the water running in the next room over.

Ezekiel was true to his word—he didn’t push you to do anything or speak with him. Over the course of the next few days, he kept himself busy. He went to the store, trying his best to figure out what you needed without having to ask you. He cooked for you, silently setting the plate down either on the coffee table or on your nightstand depending on where you were. Occasionally he would press his lips to the top of your head in a light kiss, but he tried never to linger.

Truthfully your house had never been so clean. You were a fairly tidy person when you were in a good space, but EZ’s dedication to cleaning your place far exceeded yours even on your best days. He refused to let himself sit idly by if there was something that he could be doing. You’d grown accustomed to the sounds of him walking through your house, going up and down your stairs to and from the basement as he did your laundry as well as his own. You knew when he was really into his tasks because he would absentmindedly hum little tunes while he busied himself.

The smell of dinner had been filling the house for what seemed like ages. You had strolled through the kitchen a couple times, disguising your curiosity by making it seem like you just wanted to get yourself a bottle of water. EZ was so engrossed in his cooking process that he didn’t even notice. Before this point, you never really thought about if he could cook, but apparently, he could and he was very good at it.

You were sat on the couch, scrolling trying to find something to put on the TV that piqued your interest. EZ came over and set a plate down in front of you. You looked up at him, offering up a quiet thank you. He nodded in response and turned around to go to his room.

“EZ,” you called after him. You waited for him to stop and turn to you, “There something you wanna watch?” you held the controller out to him

He raised his eyebrows, unable to pretend that he wasn’t a little surprised at the gesture, “Yea?”

You nodded, “All the titles are starting to look the same to me.”

He chuckled as he sat down, taking the controller from you, “I get it.”

You watched him as he scrolled through the titles in front of him. His brows furrowed as he read through one show synopsis after another. Despite how heavy everything had felt lately, there was something reassuring about the position you currently found yourself in. Even though you hadn’t wanted him to stay, to see you like this, you had to admit that it was nice to finally have someone around who knew how to have your back when you were going through it. He knew how to be there and not suffocate you.

“Thank you,” you said as you started to pick away at your dinner.

He chuckled, “Picking a show isn’t that hard. Don’t need to thank me.”

You smiled and shook your head, “Thank you for staying with me. I know it’s not exactly exciting but it’s…I kind of like you being here.”

“Kind of?” he playfully nudged your knee with his own.

“Keeping you humble. I’m not that out of it.”

He laughed for a moment before his expression grew a little more serious, “Thank you for letting me stay. I know that wasn’t easy.”

You nodded slowly, “Yea. But, y’know, it was nice for the guest room to finally get some use.”

One end of his mouth curled up in a smirk, “I might show up and stay there uninvited all the time.”

You shook your head, biting back a smile. It’d been a long few days, and it wasn’t over yet. But for a few minutes you got to feel a little lighter and that was a feeling you wanted to hold onto while you had it. You watched EZ out of the corner of your eye as he focused on the television. You weren’t much for company but there was something comforting about his presence. Even if you didn’t want to admit it, you were glad that he’d shown up on your doorstep.

[catcze]

hey it’s kiwi anon! i’ve been melting at the thought of musician kazuha lately so i just knew i had to let it out somehow. ^^;;

*before reading, i’d like to note that this is somewhat of a modern au where the reader and kazuha attend a prestigious music school known for raising successful musicians. only the best of the best are accepted, so it’s certainly a privilege to be there! (though, of course, it has its downsides but we’ll get to that later..)

and i wrote it in second person (gn!) this time!! >:)

(tbh i’m not particularly proud of this one but i really hope you guys like it anyway. ><)

“The stray melody:

its echo reverberates

such sad solitude.”

“Only at the right time shall the day come when I may ride the infallible winds of freedom to the place where creativity bears no bounds.”

“You are bound?” “How so?” You questioned.

After a long awaited interlude, you were finally face to face with the (formerly) faceless musician.

—

About a month ago, you were assigned a new practice room. Although most students would view this as a blessing from the archons, you found yourself in an unfavorable situation. Suddenly being thrown into playing in a new environment made you uneasy, and though your stance on this was unwavering, there was no disobeying the school.

But the first time the sound of violin seeped through the walls and filled your room with its charming tune, you were bewitched. For some strange reason, it was comforting to know that someone else was on the other side of the wall. Occasionally, you would pause practice abruptly only to listen to the chords, losing yourself in thought with the way they blended together in the most musical way possible; but before you could notice, an hour or two has passed and you’ve barely done much of anything.

Maybe this was a curse, but you surely weren’t one to complain about it.

One day, with no warning, it seemed the violinist began to play along with you. It never occurred to you that they could also listen through the wall, so it came as a complete surprise. It became a chivalric battle of wits; melodies fighting for dominance but only ever resulting in a satisfying draw. You couldn’t help but imagine their fingers dancing along the stringed instrument as your own strutted along the keys of the piano. And the way you two subconsciously created a heavenly harmony was enough to spark your interest and unhinged curiosity. Who are you?

But before you could ask, a faint voice spoke, “My dorm is located on the top floor near the gardens. I… do not expect you to meet me, but this could be considered as a statement or an invitation, however you perceive it.” That is what he said that day. God, even his voice was musical.

You, too, had no intention of meeting him directly. The thought of the school suspending the two of you for doing the bare minimum brought you back into your shell. You had limits, and there was nothing getting between you and your music career.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t willing to give some small effort into discovering the truth. Into the late hours of the evening, you took a casual stroll around the school’s gardens. Fortunately, you were alone. The silence was pleasant, but it didn’t last for long. As the familiar sound reached your perked ears, you searched around for the source of the noise. And there he was, standing on his patio with his long, bright hair tied back as the evening winds stroked each strand in its clutches— a violin held in his hand.

Everything about him was musical— even the way he pressed his delicate yet calloused fingers along the strings of the violin's neck. It didn’t take long for you to catch interest in the ruby-eyed violinist.

There was no explaining the way you two locked eyes for the first time. Though joyous, it seemed you both were lost— since when had you cared so much for someone you’d never met?

As it turned out, your dorms happened to be in close proximity with each other. It became routine for you to lean expectantly against the edge of your patio and for the violinist to leave his doors open so you could listen to his music as the sun would find its slumber, resting upon the horizon.

It didn’t take long for you to grow rather greedy. You longed to learn more about him, but everything about him was shrouded in an empty veil of unanswered questions and an identity you failed to identify.

Luckily, fate has its ways.

Curiosity led you to find yourself exploring into the deeper, abandoned depths of the school’s halls. You entered into a seemingly empty music room before shortly realizing you weren’t alone. The feeling of eyes staring daggers at your back made you prickle with fear until you turned to realize that such eyes belonged to the skilled violinist himself.

“Comedic coincidence always has its ways,” he remarked, the corners of his lips lifting into a gentle grin.

—

His face was always melded into the shape of endless pondering. He had a relaxed nature that was simply unchanging. And though he often appears to be a simple man at first glance, Kaedehara Kazuha was anything but simple.

It surprised you to see a vulnerable side of him, because you never expected him to have one. First impressions were surely deceiving.

He crouched over, his hand supporting his head in a lazy manner.

“I sense that I am suffering from a lack of passion— the kind that children may experience as they wrap their fingers around a bow for the first time,” a stray shadow came across him as he breathily sighed, “The walls of this school are suffocating, but I, like many others, can endure this drowning feeling.”

Kazuha often spoke in a unique manner— resembling a loud whisper.

“So, I wasn’t the only one who noticed,” you noted, “I’d hate to admit it, but this school is a living nightmare.”

Kazuha’s eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

“And neither of us can wake from it.”

Momentarily, he shifted his position so he sat closer to you. His shoulder shrugged as his arm straightened and his hand held onto the edge of the seat to support himself, his handsome head hung idly backwards.

“But, I feel like I have a reason to keep going, but as of now it lingers in my head as an enigma of sorts. Perhaps it is odd to find myself blindly following passion without reason, but I have a feeling that perhaps,” he paused, his fingers traced along the seat and his pinkie linked delicately with yours, “you have a role to play in this.”

Your face burned slightly at the sudden display of physical touch.

His speech was vague. You naively wanted to question his use of words (and actions), but it didn’t seem timely. Until, next time.

You beamed slightly, “Perhaps so.”

Kazuha’s pinkie finger squeezed against yours before letting go. He stood up with his eyes still burning into your own.

“It appears I have surpassed my original practice time,” his eyes shifted towards the door, “We must take our leave before someone discovers that we are here.”

With his back facing you, Kazuha wrapped his hand around the door knob, but before he could turn it, he turned his head to look at you once more, flashing that signature smile of his.

“If you don’t mind me asking, would you like to be my accompanist for the upcoming concert?”

To you, Kazuha was like a hatchling, growing each day and itching to spread his wings and fly to places that are unheard of. He worked constantly, trying to rewrite the textbook definition of music into something more meaningful. He was ambitious, highly so; but you adored that about him.

It is silly, but you began to think that perhaps one day, you could be the one who frees him from the school’s heavy shackles.

- kiwi ! (hopelessly falling for ridiculously complicated plots to write about-)

(and no, i don’t play the violin hahah so sorry for any errors. :/ i play multiple instruments and have taken and still take music education so i hope that suffices.. might go for something more sweet and simple next time with more snarky kazu <3)

Holy shit!! Kiwi, babe, you never fail to impress akjndajks 😭

ajndkjsdPLEASE this is so good oh my goddakjsdas <33333

BABE you just keep outdoing yourself I–– 😭💞

This was literally so good?? Like, all of it? ajksndajks holy shittt <3333

Kiwi I am at a literal loss for words but I really, really hope you see how in love with this I am from my keysmashing akjsndkja <33333

[obaby-me]

Your writing's really good! (~^-^)~* Can I get strong MC carrying their demon around bridal style?? (just an idea but imagine Levi being carried by MC in his favorite male character/ruri's cosplay :o, and for Belphie, maybe, him falling asleep during movie night or smth and MC just casually scooping him up to get him to his room?? For Mammon maybe rescuing him and running away from witches?) but u can think of smth by yourself ^^ can't wait :D

Thank you for the compliment anon. ♡

Manhandle the boys?  I got ya covered.  You had some great ideas, by the way.  These turned into basically mini-stories.

Lucifer

“Chicken fight?” Diavolo asked you with a glint in his eye, always eager to learn more of the human world.

“It’s a pool game, where two people carry two other people and try to push the carried person off their person.”  You explained, or rather tried to.  Even for a mostly sober Lucifer, the explanation was a mess.  A tipsy Diavolo found it impossible.

“Show me,” Diavolo asked. “Just show me.”

“It takes a minimum of 4 to play.  And it’s done in a pool.”  You laughed.

“You can’t do it outside of a pool?”  Diavolo whined with a frown.

Never wanting to disappoint, you quietly considered it.  “I mean…” Your eyes travelled to Lucifer, lighting up in a way the Avatar of Pride knew meant trouble.  But with a shake of his head, knowing what was to come, he stood from his seat, and rotated his shoulders.  Carrying you would be a simple task for him.

“If you can lift Barbatos, and I lift Lucifer, we could do a little demonstration.  But we can’t actually play.  Without the water it’s like, dangerous.”  You suggest.

“Lift me?”  Scoffed Lucifer, looking a little incredulous, while a delighted Diavolo barked out a laugh.

“Okay!”  The prince agreed enthusiastically.  His gold eyes flitting to the avatar of pride giving a silent, mortifying, order that sealed Lucifer’s fate.

Groaning into his drink, Lucifer quickly chugged down the last of his drink.  You kneeled down to the floor, and Diavolo followed suit, as you instructed Barbatos how to climb on to Diavolo’s back.

“Like this?”

“Yes!”  You nodded happily.  “Lucifer, your turn!  Hop on.”

The word no sat on his tongue but Diavolo’s expecting gaze wouldn’t allow for the word to pass his lips.  “Perhaps I ought to be the one to—”

Suddenly one of his legs was yanked out from under him as you swung it over one side of you.  You made no move to grab the other.  “Stop worrying.  I can lift you easy!”  You assured him with a cocky grin.

“I don’t know—”

When you ignored his protests and attempted shift yourself between his legs to grip the remaining foot tethering him to the ground, in fear of losing his balance, Lucifer finally complied.  He threw his leg over your shoulder, gripping on to your head and wrapping his thighs about your neck.  He shot a glare at his liege.  If you broke your neck, he refused to be held responsible.

To his surprise however, you stood straight up with ease, balancing him on your shoulders.  He was rather impressed.  Though that was sort of overridden by his unease at the sudden lack of control he had by being on your shoulders.

“Okay, now in a pool, Barbatos and Lucifer would have to shove each other off.”

A look of determination flashed across Diavolo’s face, and it took all three, Lucifer, Barbatos, and you to reiterate that this was not a game that could be played outside of the water.

Mammon

The witches call at the most inconvenient times.  But Mammon knows he must answer.

“I’m sorry,” he grumbled in apology to you as he dropped the shopping bags he’d been carrying into your arms.  “I’ll be right back,” he promised.

“Should we call someone first before you go?”  You asked, waving a hand at the plaza that surrounded you filled with demons.   Eyes flickered towards you occasionally, however they quickly averting upon recognizing the Lord of Greed.

He didn’t have time, but he also knew you were right.  Groaning and grumbling he texted a request to his brother’s chat for someone to come and get you.

But there was no immediate response.  Calls to several of the brothers also went unanswered—even when you made the calls.  Mammon grew impatient—because he knew the witches were too.

“Looks like I’ll just have to take ya with me,” he sighed.  “Ground rules, first.”  Looking serious and he holds his fingers up, “Don’t say anything,” he begins, dropping one finger. “Don’t touch anything.  Anything I say, ya agree with.  Anything I tell you to do, you do—no questions.  If I say run, run.”

You looked nervous—as you should be, so was he.  It was a bad idea to take you.  But it’s a worse idea to leave you alone.

Seeing the witches generally made Mammon a little queasy—but he can handle anything they throw at him. It’s you he worries about.

“Got it.”

“Don’t you worry, human. The GREAT Mammon won’t let anything happen you,” he said with a grin, trying to rid you of your worries.  You give him a small smile in return and he throws an arm around your shoulder as he begins to lead you away.

Meeting with witches didn’t seem to terrify you as they invited the two of you in for tea and treats. Mammon however, declined for the two of you, getting right to the point of their requests.  They made their demands rather politely, but the undertones of a threat obviously present.

The nature of their demands however, no matter how honeyed the language, were insane.  Limos, and dresses, and jewelry, and tools used by witches, made of luxury woods and metals.

“There’s no way I can get all this!”  Mammon shouted as he estimated the total.

“You can, and you will. We trust you’ll find a way,” one of them said sternly.

Another slid herself to your side, an arm drifting to wrap about your waist.  “And while you do so, we’ll just enjoy some tea with—”

“Don’t you touch my human,” hissed Mammon.  His eye flit to you, a dangerous glint in them, and he nods his head to the door in a silent order.

“Don’t you talk that way to us,” another witch hissed in return.

“Your pact is with me, not—” Mammon started to argue in return.

“Yes, it is.”  One witch calmly stated, “and by our pact, I order you to—”

Before her order could be completed, she was thrown back, the literal rug ripped out from under her. Mammon’s eyes widened and turned to see the edge of the floormat sitting in your hands.

“Time to go,” you told him.

Suddenly laid out over your shoulder, hefted about like a sack of potatoes as you ran the two of you of the building.

Mammon wasn’t sure how to feel.  He was surprised, that was for sure.  Thankful to some degree, but humiliated as well—for being the one in need of saving, for the way he was being carried (ass up).  And though he dared not admit, turned on.  He could only hope you were too busy running the two of you out of trouble to notice him at half-mast.

Leviathan

A convention has come to the Devildom and ecstatic was a massive understatement.  When the convention was announced months back, Levi was already including it in every conversation somehow.  As the weeks grew closer, his fanaticism was getting so out of control Lucifer banned him from bringing it up in the group chat, the dining table, and specifically, in Lucifer’s presence.

“Today’s the day!” Shouted Levi, as was his morning ritual of the countdown.  While he was not technically in the dining room, everyone could hear him from his room. Annoyed but relieved that finally the day had come that perhaps he’d finally shut up about it, the brothers gave a sigh of relief.

“Come on, come on, Normie!” He pounded at your door.  “We have a very strict schedule to keep!”

“Levi, you sound like Lucifer.  Give me some time to get dressed!  Honestly, if you’re this excited you might accidentally transform.”  You scolded him with laughter dancing behind your door—still refusing him entry to drag you out.  “It’ll ruin your cosplay if you do you know.  Have you even gotten changed yet?”

“I will once we eat breakfast.  I don’t want anything to get stained.  And you shouldn’t either!  Come on out!”

“Levi, I’m already half into the costume.  You want me to come out there half naked?”

Levi blushed at the thought. “N-no!  Just take it off, normie.  Get changed after!  We need a perfect picture together as Henry and the Lord of Shadows!  And we can’t have one if you’ve got food all over it.”

He heard you sigh and grumble, but he knew he was getting his way.  You had been supportive of all his enthusiasm, despite the numerous reprimanding your received from his brothers for “encouraging” and “enabling” his behavior.  You always had his back, just like Henry.

Why, you even agreed to cosplay as his Henry to his Lord of Shadows!  He thought he was having the most blissful heart attack when you suggested it.  You suggested to be his Henry.  

He could hardly wait to see you dressed, but the reveal was something he would savor, dressed in his own costume.  And it would be worth it.  Additionally, once he got his picture of the two of you in your perfectly pristine cosplays, he would be posting it and using it everywhere.  As his profile pictures, in his icons, framed in his room. He had it all planned out.

He rushed you through breakfast, through packing, and through the door.  But you took it all with a smile.  He knew you weren’t as excited about the convention as he was, but the fact that you had the patience to put up with him on this day meant the world to him. He’d already put some Grimm aside to buy you whatever you wanted at the convention as a gift of thanks.

The line was agonizingly long, even with his pre-purchased pass, and changing into your cosplays in your shared hotel room took a while more than expected.  He missed an early morning panel and went hysterical.

“Levi, you’ll ruin your cosplay if you transform,” you warn him again from the bathroom as you adjusted make up on your face to get some details just perfect for your Henry imitation.

“We should have gotten here sooner!”  He complained.  “We should have-“

“Levi, I’m ready.” You called out, interrupting him before he could rant any further.

He swallowed hard, eager to see the result.

You looked perfect.

“Well?”  You asked as you gave a small twirl for him to let him see it in whole.

“Every detail i-is, is—” His heart raced, his face reddened. It was not that your outfit was revealing, but you were cute.  You were really cute.  You were cute and in cosplay with him, for him.  It was just an outfit, but the implications hit him like a ton of bricks. He was overwhelmed, practically in tears.  Too overwhelmed, really.

He passed right out.

When he finally woke up, he realized he was slung over your back, carried through the convention halls. “W-what is happening?”  He screeched in embarrassment into your ear.

You faltered and nearly dropped him.  Quickly you adjusted him, bouncing him with your grip on thighs to get him balanced properly against you again.  “Don’t shout,” you hissed your ear ringing painfully.

“The next panel was about to start and I couldn’t let you to miss it.”  You explained as you trudged along to your next destination.  “You’ve been looking forward to this one most of all.”

Touched by the sentiment, Levi tucked his burning face into your shoulder mumbling ‘thank you’s and praises that you were a perfect Henry.

Satan

The Devildom archive is massive, and yet given its size it is still overfilled with books and shelves that line the walls up to his high ceilings.  Tall ladders that slide across the rooms on tracks in front of the shelves, to allow easy maneuvering are available, but not many.

“I can see it just there,” frowned Satan as he stared up at the dusty covered volume, embossed letters with faded and chipped gold foil labelling its spine.

On his tiptoes, reaching upwards, his fingers just barely above the shelf and his fingers graze the binding, only to push it further back on to the shelf and out of his reach.  He cursed.

“I’ll have to fetch a ladder,” he spat, turning his from side to side to spot on.  On the farthest ends of either side of him he could see a few unoccupied steps.  The trek just to fetch the damned things was an exercise in itself.  Why the hell was the archive this size with so few ladders between them?  Or rather, why wouldn’t they restrict ladders to certain sections?  Why did they have to make the process so difficult?

“Seems hardly worth the effort,” you commented, as you slipped your arms around his waist.

The action was sudden, but welcomed.  Having you wrapped about him was instantly soothing, and his temper dropped immediately. He sighed, letting out the tension, and his hand came to rest on yours.  “To get as perfect score on this essay, all efforts are worthwhile.  This time I will be top Lucifer’s standing for sure.”  He said with a nod.

With a light blush, he pushed his fingers between your digits in an attempt to hold your hand, but your hands instead tightened and gripped tight together, as if rejecting him.

Actually, your entire hold on him tightened.  His eyebrows furrowed curiously.

Next thing he knew, his feet were no longer on the ground.  His first instinct was to struggle as he was suddenly lifted into the air.  “What do you think you’re doing?”  He whisper-shouted, wide eyes trying to peer at your face behind him, rage rising with his embarrassment.

“I’m just helping!” You laughed, rubbing your cheek into his back in a reassuring gesture.  “Can you reach your book now?”

“Ah, right,” he muttered, his face heating to a deeper red as he hastily tore the book from the shelf and patted at your arm to let him down.  “A little warning next time,” he chastised with a small smile, his anger clearly evident in the way he punctuated his request.

You gave a quick “sorry” but your smile showed no real apology.  Well, he’ll have to wretch a real one out of you in a bout of punishment later.  He hoped you’ll be looking forward to it as much he was thinking of it.

Asmodeus

Your ball ensemble for Diavolo’s ball was magnificent, and Asmo, as your date wore its perfect match.  He could not be prouder of his efforts to make you both look stunning for your evening out.  He designed the outfits himself, weeks before, and today he’d spent all day preparing the two of you—hair, make up, nails, last minute tailoring.  It had been exhausting, but it was well worth it.

All eyes were on the two of you the moment you’d entered the room, and he couldn’t have been more pleased. Not that it was unusual for people to stare at him—but tonight, you were on his arm, and he felt a sense of pride that was new to him.

Because I have you. And they can only dream to.

It took a few drinks to loosen you up to the idea of dancing.

“Just one song,” he begged throughout the evening.

You smiled and promised him just the one, and at three drinks, he had finally could lead you to the dance floor for at least a slow one.  Having you in his arms was a delight, though you seemed so focused on your dancing that you were forgetting to have a good time yourself.

To lighten the mood, he made it a point to spin you, and then himself, rocking together with you before repeating the process.  A spin for you, a spin for him.  The two of you looked childish, almost ridiculous.  The type of dancing a 5-year-old’s interpretation of a fairytale dance. Asmo, a man of allure and the pinnacle of sexy, was happy to play goofy if it meant making you smile.

It took another drink to get you on the floor again, but this time it was song that was much more upbeat.  There was less concern in you now for your steps, a little sloppy, but full of joy, which is all Asmo wants.  He gave you a cocky grin before lifting you slightly into the air and spun you.

Your laughter was the best song all night.

Much to his surprise, you locked your hands on to his waist and lifted him in return, mimicking his spin. Giggling in the thrill.  Almost like a child, he asked for another spin and another, posing each time he was held up high for all to see until the song ended.

“Let’s see what else we can do with that strength of yours,” he panted, catching what breath he’d been losing in all his laughter.

“This one’s a bit of a slower one,” you commented.  “Spinning might be—”

“Oh, no, honey.  We’re done with dancing.”

Beelzebub

Beel’s a quiet guy but that didn’t mean he wasn’t affectionate.  He was a hugger and he different types of hugs for different occasions.

He gave short but firm for hellos.  He held a little longer for good byes.  Thank you’s were half hugs and pats on the back.  And I’m sorry’s were engulfing but gentle, never imposing.  For comfort, he was

But this hug was a new one. It wasn’t one he’d ever given you before.  And it wasn’t one his brothers had ever seen him do since he’d been down in the Devildom—not since Lilith.

He’d been gone for about five days—given some business direct from Diavolo to handle an incident on the other side of the Devildom with Lucifer in tow.  Lucifer returned early, but Beel remained for two days more.

When Beel finally lumbered through the door relieved to be home.  He was chilled from the rain pouring outside, hungrier than he’d ever felt in the past two decades, and in desperate need of some time to relax.

The first thing he heard was the patter of footsteps, running to meet his arrival.

“Beel, welcome home!” You shouted from the top of the stairs, laughing heartily as you came down to meet him quick as you could. Trailing behind you came Belphie, eager to meet him, but slowed down by his sin to reach him as fast as you did.

It was as if his exhaustion disappeared at seeing your smile, and your rush to meet him was so endearing, it warmed him—at least his face—instantly.

“Glad to be back,” he said with nod, opening his arms.

To his surprise you launched yourself into him, the momentum knocking into him.  To keep balance, he gave you a spin, chuckling at your excitement.

“I missed you!”  You shouted as he spun you about.

“I missed you too.”

He held you tight against him, and in response to his grip, you gripped him tightly back.

It’s an affectionate game of mimicry you two play often.  If you tap a beat on his hand, he’ll tap it back with an addition.  If you give him a kiss, he’ll give you two.  Back and forth until one of you gives.  It was a game generally played behind closed doors, but this was a special occasion—he missed you too much.  Now it was game of who can give a tighter hug.

And he was determined to win.

He adjusted his arms around you to hold you just a little lower—and then lifted you off the ground.  You giggled, pleased.  It was only for a moment before he set you down.  He grinned at you.

But his smile soon turned to shock when you in turn put your arms about his waist, lifting him and spinning.

Too stunned to respond, Beel lost the round.

“Never expected that out of you,” whistled an impressed Belphie, having finally descended down the stairs.

Beel could only nod, wide eyed in agreement.

You gave him a cocky grin, planting your hands on your hips and puffing your chest with pride.  Beel too beamed with pride at his partner’s strength.  He begins to invite you to workouts together, curious to see just how much you could lift.

Belphegor

Movie nights followed a very specific pattern.  It was a scramble to get the boys together, and just when you think you’ve settled in, someone remembers something they’ve forgotten:  popcorn, blankets, phones, chips, drinks, coasters, pillows.  And of course, the matter of seating arrangements was always a battle.  You had your designated seat, but the demons around you didn’t—each fought to take the seats beside you in some way shape or form.

“You had your turn last week!”  Fumed Levi, glaring daggers at his younger brother Belphie.

It did little to persuade the seventh born who seemed to instead nuzzled his face deeper into your lap, a hint of a teasing smirk his only answer.

Grumbles and protests eventually died down as Lucifer threatened each one into settling in.  Finally, they could all relax as the movie began to roll.

Lucifer fell asleep midway through.  Mammon and Levi shouted out quotes in bouts of laughter.  Satan shushed his elder brothers, and Asmo sighed and provided commentary on outfits and hair styles.  Beel ate most of the popcorn and chips, munching away happily.  Belphegor managed to last to its ending, but the minute the lights were brought back up, he went right to sleep, skipping the inevitable post-movie debates and commentaries by his brothers.

As it grew later into the evening, the boys slowly trickled out to their rooms to bed.  You however, remained a pillow to the cat-napping avatar.

“I’ll carry him up,” offered Beel, the last of the conscious.

“No, I’ve got it.” You told him with a smile, a hand slowly stroking through Belphie’s hair as he slept.  “I’m not quite tired yet.  I’ll leave him undisturbed for just a bit longer.”

Beel nodded, and returned to his own room.

You browsed your phone for awhile longer, one hand mindlessly running through Belphie’s soft locks.

When you were good and ready for bed, you slowly sidled out from below Belphie.  Carrying him was the easy part.  The only difficulty you had was trying not to disturb him as you slipped your hands beneath him to lift him.  You seemed to have succeeded, and Belphie was determined to let you believe it, amused that you were going to such lengths for him.

He’d been awake for some time, mostly from the time you started trailing your fingers through his hair. He didn’t dare move and let you know he was awake.  He feared you’d stop if he did.  So instead he laid and enjoyed your gentle petting him the way you might a beloved pet.

When you moved out from under him, he considered waking up to walk himself up, but the thought of you lifting him amused him greatly.  He assumed you couldn’t, and to have you try and fail to do so would be the perfect time for him to wake up and tease you.

Much to his surprise however, you lifted him with ease, carrying him all the way to his room. He would be keeping this in mind for the next time he decided it was too much trouble to make the trip himself—play dead and he can get a free ride.

[sweeethinny]

Hi! Please write a sequel to the prompt “I actually wanted to get your number…” Maybe a story about them at the ball?? or the first kiss?? Pleasseee do write it I love that story so much!! Its so good!!<333

Hi anon, first of all, thank you so much, i never think of writting a sequel to this prompt, but this was very fun! Second of all, i hope you like it! Thanks to discord for helping me not get lost in my ideas, and thanks to @prongsdamnyou for reading this :) --------

07:15 PM

Harry was so anxious that he might explode into millions of pieces, so nervous that his hands were sweating as if it were hot than in a desert. He had already fixed the tie, the suit, and the flower on his chest, more times than he remembered, not knowing whether he sat on the chair or stood up and tried to see it over the other heads. Was she wearing a white dress? Green? Red? Harry didn't know, and could barely imagine, everything looking very poor in his imagination, knowing that she would look even better knowing she would look even better in real life

She asked them to meet at the ball, said something about her older brother being at her house and that she didn't want to stress out before a fun night. Harry didn't interfere, he had a younger sister, and Aurora never let him know about her male friends, even though he didn't care much.

They talked a lot during the past few days, both in person and on the internet, and Harry thought she had never smiled so much when she sat with him and they talked for hours. Last week, she convinced him to skip the last class of the day - home economics, from the most boring teacher Harry knew, Snape - so they could go to an old amusement park that had been closed for years. She jumped the walls with an ease that Harry was impressed with.

They almost kissed, but her phone rang and she had to run home, apologizing for having to leave him. But Harry hoped that today might be the day.

The court was all decorated and almost full of students, pop songs played on the speakers and some couples started dancing, but most were just talking, sitting at the tables they had reserved. Some still seemed to be waiting for the rest of their friends, which made Harry feel more relaxed.

He was still sitting alone, anxious, waiting for Ginny. But neither she nor Luna had arrived, so there was hope.

07:55 PM

Most couples were already formed, but Harry wanted to think that Ginny had an unforeseen event, but it was already coming.

She wasn't going to leave him there… was she? She was so nice and kind to him, there was no reason to do that. Besides, he overheard her commenting to friends that they were going together, which meant it wasn't a prank or anything.

Even so, Harry felt a little more nervous. The dance would end between 10 and 10:30, which meant that they wouldn't have as much time to dance as Harry had planned, and maybe her parents didn't want her to be late to return home, which would steal even more time together.…

He looked again at the watch on his wrist. She would be here soon.

He sighed, chin resting on his hand as he rolled the jasmine he had pinned to the breast of the suit, between the fingers of his other hand. Ginny hadn't told him the color of the dress for him, so Harry just assumed that jasmine was the best option. She smelled like jasmine.

08:45 PM 

When the romantic songs started, Harry ran away from the school and hid among the trees in the nearby park, embarrassed at being abandoned. Ashamed and sad.

He took his phone out of his pocket, viewing the latest messages that Ginny hadn't received, asking if she was coming.

Maybe he should go back to the house, but he felt almost unable to get out under that tree, feeling even a little miserable, looking at the unanswered messages.

She should be with her real partner, and he should be a lot better than Harry.

Leaning against the trunk of the tree, he watched the starry sky and the wind moving all the leaves nearby. It had been a tremendous mistake to have agreed to go to that ball, and Aurora was right - even if she was only ten - it seemed almost impossible for Ginny to be interested in Harry.

She was the most beautiful girl he knew, and she had so many friends that Harry would never be able to remember the names of all of them. Everyone knew and adored her, he often heard younger girls - even Aurora - talking about Ginny helping them during a time when they needed it. Like when he heard Cho thanking her for helping to scare Michael Corner, who seemed to be intruding to accompany her home.

Harry had been a fool to think that she might like him.

As soon as he thought about leaving, the phone vibrated in his hand, causing a feeling of anxiety so great that his eyes bulged and he almost dropped the device while trying to unlock the screen.

''Where are you? I'm waiting for you inside! :) ’’

Harry quickly got up from the floor, quickly cleaning his pants that could have been soiled by the grass and lining up the suit his mother had bought for him. Harry felt even more of an idiot, but now, a happy idiot.

It didn't make a lot of sense in his head, but it was the truth. He was more than happy that she arrived, but a little embarrassed that he thought she might be able to play with him, even after almost two weeks of talking to each other every day.

When he entered the room again, and it looked like everyone was gone and he could only see Ginny, near the drinks table, looking at the phone as if it were the most important thing.

Harry hadn't responded to her message, and maybe that was why she was like that, maybe she also thought he had abandoned her. He wanted to hit himself for making her feel that way.

‘’Hi,’’ Harry said, anxious, in a cold sweat, almost approached her. Ginny looked beautiful, even more than usual, with her hair tied up in a bun and with several clips of stars and moon, holding her silky auburn hair firmly. Two strands fell loose, framing the freckled face, and Harry thought it was the cutest and most beautiful thing. ‘’Sorry, I was... in the bathroom.’’

‘’Oh, okay, I just got here.’‘ She was taller, he realized, but still slightly lifted her chin to look at him. ‘’I had problems with my shoe, and the coach held us longer in practice, so I ended up being late. I'm sorry.'' Ginny smiled sheepishly, her brown eyes shining towards him, with delicate makeup on her eyelid.

‘’It’s really okay.’’ The two faced each other. ''Wanna Dance?''

‘‘Sure!’’ She smiled excitedly, and then, in retreat, Harry would notice that for every two weeks, Ginny always seemed to smile that way at him, as if every second together was just magnificent, and nothing less.

10:20 PM

The ball - the best of Harry's entire life - was over, but it didn't look like they both wanted to go home. Ginny said that she had told her parents that it would be over at 11 pm, and Harry would call when he was ready, so they had time.

‘’Can you do this using heels?’’ He asked, shocked to see her climb the wall as easily as when they ran away from school a few days ago.

‘’I’ve been doing this for a long time to get practice,’’ Ginny shrugged. ''Help?''

‘’No, thanks.’’ Harry went up behind her, trying not to show that it was uncomfortable to do that with a suit. ‘’So what are we going to do?’’ He jumped into the abandoned park, following her wherever she was taking them.

‘‘I don’t know, I just like coming here.’’ Ginny lifted the shiny black dress she was wearing, with lovely puffed sleeves and a complicated tie on the back. He did not know how to explain the structure of the piece, only that she looked beautiful in it. ‘’You know, it was a fun night.’’

‘’I had a good time too.’’ Harry smiled, almost looking a little silly looking at her and red lips. ‘’I thought you gave up.’’

‘’Why did you think of that?’’ They sat on the bench of an old ferris wheel, dangerously close to each other.

‘’I don’t know, I just thought,’’ He shrugged. ‘’I was just about to go home.’’

‘‘You are so dramatic.’’ Ginny laughed out loud, ruffling his hair and making a cute face. ‘’I would have come to your house and hit your window with a dozen eggs.’’

''You would not do that…''

‘’Do you doubt it?’’ She raised her eyebrow. ‘’If you had left me here alone, I would have done it without a second thought.’’

‘’I'm glad I didn’t do it then.’’

‘’Yeah… me too.’’ Ginny kept looking that way he couldn’t explain it, while Harry alternated between watching her caramel eyes and her red lips. Almost without realizing it, they approached, sitting on that old and slightly rusty toy, under a starry sky - the first after weeks - and kissed.

It was as if days, hours, centuries passed, of pure and genuine happiness that was born in the bottom of his stomach and went up all over his body, his brain swimming in all the hormones of happiness that were possible.

Yes, he was very happy to have agreed to go to the ball with her.

[imagine-lcorp]

My Love, Don’t Stop Burning (One Shot)

Request

can I get uuuuuhhhh...Lena and Reader having been pining for each other for ages, and finally acting on their feelings, but Reader is a secret superhero and has to respond to a threat to National City in the early hours of the morning, leaving Lena to wake up alone thinking Reader regrets what happened or sees it as a one night stand? Angst with a happy ending pls?

A/N: Hi once again my little beans, hope you enjoyed the holidays and everything is well. Now I hope we can get again on a regular schedule of me posting your request but that’s just me hoping, also lol this request did sound like a fast food order, but here you have it :) Kudos to the dear anon that sent this one and I hope you like this!!! Love u!!!

Lena Luthor x Superhero/Metahuman!R // Word Count: 2,511

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It was late in the morning when Lena finally opened her eyes to the light coming from her bedroom window. She felt warm and relaxed, even happy for what felt like the first time in such a long time. She smiled and turned to see the cause and reason for such a miracle only to find empty space beside her. The side of her bed where you had laid to sleep the night before was now cold with rests of your scent lingering between the wrinkles of her sheets.

She sat upright, pulling them to cover her naked body, and looked around in confusion. There was no sign of you around the room. For a moment she had worried something had happened to you while she slept, because after all that was said and done the night before she couldn't find a reason why you wouldn't be there.

It had been the last game night of the year, and the superfriends had convinced Lena to host it. You had spent quite a few hours playing and drinking and dancing and laughing between turns, and Lena had left herself enjoy every single moment of your company as it was almost rare of you to be around big crowds. She had noticed that from the first time she ever met you.

When you finally starter to really meet each other, Lena realized there was so much she didn't know about you. Your life seemed like a mystery, full of blank spaces she tried to fill with whatever little clues she could gather about you. She knew there had been an accident when you were younger, one that had took most of the things you loved and left you instead marked by tragedy. Which explained most of your personality and your mannerisms. For most people, at first sight, you were a cold person. You remained calm and collected, always in control of your own emotions, as if you didn't want to be bothered by the rest of the world, and you didn't speak that much unless it was required.But Lena knew what it was to go through tragedy too and she could see it was only a facade to what laid beneath the surface.

You had in fact one of the gentlest personalities she had ever encountered and she had been, inevitably, drawn to you. It was your shy and little smiles and sneaky jokes only the closest people got to see, the few but always true words that came from you when someone needed them, and your soothing presence that always brought a sense of ease to her, like the flame of a bonfire illuminating and warming up the night. She wondered how it was when you truly opened up.

"(Y/N), I'm serious. I can clean this in the morning." Lena had told you, picking up plates and glasses after everyone else was gone.

"It's alright. Besides I'm partially responsible for this mess as I'm the one that suggested we played this." You said picking up loose pieces of monopoly someone had tossed in a tantrum.

"Well, now I know why this game was banned in the Danvers family. I just never imagined Alex was this competitive." Lena walked to the kitchen counter, leaving the plates for later but discovering a little silver car in a plate. She picked it and walked back towards you to return it. "Here."

You looked up from the floor from where you had been searching for any other missing pieces to find the little car in her hand. You pushed yourself up and took it, brushing your fingers against Lena's palm as careful as it was possible for you. Lena noticed it enough for her heart to skip a beat.

"You don't want to see her when she really loses it." She saw you smile fondly. "She can be scary."

"I can imagine, but I do wonder if you ever get like that." She smirked. "I actually think I have never seen you other than really ...zen."

"That's by design." She saw your expression briefly change to a small frown and then look at the car in your hand.

"What do you mean?" She couldn't help but wonder if she had inadvertently changed the course of the conversation as she felt this wasn't just about board games anymore.

"If I get like that people can get hurt and I don't want to hurt anyone." She watched as you looked back at her with an expression that told her you had said more than intended.

Lena figured that was maybe the closest she would get to an opportunity to see you finally open up. She wanted to know you and decided to take the chance.

"How could you hurt anyone?" She asked stepping closer to you. You fidgeted with the little car, the proximity of your bodies making you nervous for a moment.

You could also sense what was happening at that moment. Without meaning to, you had opened a little breach on the delicate crafted mystery you had surrounded yourself with and it wasn't that you didn't want to tell Lena all about you, that had been the first thing you may have ever wanted to do when you met her, but it was complicated. Because you weren't ready to bring back the memories, because you were afraid she would be scared, because you knew Lena didn't get along well with secrets.

"I wish I could tell." You breathed in, trying to calm yourself but knowing if she asked you couldn't deny her anything.

"So you never lose control, (Y/N)?" She asked searching again for your eyes.

"You don't want me to, Lena." You said looking back.

"What if I want exactly that?"

The little silver car found itself a new place on the floor after you felt Lena's lips move over yours. Your hands couldn't keep holding it as they wrapped around Lena's body. She could feel your initial hesitation. The way your hands moved with just and enough pressure that she was sure you were holding back but were unable to stop yourself.

Lena had wanted to ask much more about you that she didn't think even for a second to stop what happened next. She had wanted to unravel the truths you held under yourself but she hadn't imagined the desire to unravel just you was going to be stronger.

Now, as she felt the morning getting colder, she imagined she had crossed a line you hadn't been ready to and cursed before getting up. She tried to call you but after the second unanswered call she gave up. It was clear for her what had happened. So she decided to go on with her day. She had a busy schedule, enough to keep her thoughts away from you. She could deal with her messy feelings later.

"I never thought I would say this but, Hellfire, uh, hold your fire." You heard Supergirl call from above you after you swept a line of fire to keep the aliens at bay. "We don't want to make them kebabs."

"Maybe we should." You replied with a hint of a grunt. "We could end this faster."

Kara could hear the annoyance in your voice. "That would be a bad example."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm trying to hurry up!" You said launching a small fireball to an alien that was coming directly for you.

Almost an hour had passed already and you weren't done fighting. It didn't help that Lena had called and you had been unable to answer. Suddenly, you also felt about to lose your temper.

Your morning had started as a dream, better even, as you woke to the most beautiful woman you had ever met. Then it was all ruined when you received an emergency call from the DEO. There was an attack from an alien group right downtown and you were required as a back up under Alex's direct orders. You knew you couldn't say no. The threat seemed serious enough and while you had wanted to wait till late morning in the Lena's bed, your fair conscience wouldn't let you leave your friends alone. You had spent one of the most incredible nights of your life, and you were stuck fighting aliens. Mostly, you were afraid this was the beginning and the end of your relationship with Lena.

"Why are there so many?" You grunted as you finally landed a punch who knocked one of those aliens.

"(Y/N), focus. Your fire may spread." Kara said and you realized a couple of your fireballs had hit a couple of small vending carts.

The flames around you were getting bigger, and you had to stop for a second to take a few deep breaths to lessen them. You also didn't want to cause more collateral damage with your powers.

"Alright then, let's finish this before you do decide to carbonize them." She joked.

"Good." It was all you said before continuing the fight.

Finally, you managed to end the fight. All aliens were taken to the DEO and while Alex and Kara had wanted you to accompany them to fill the reports you told them you had an emergency somewhere else. So you burned and used your flames to propel yourself into the sky.

Lena was taking a small break after finishing a meeting, watching the news a bout the alien attack downtown when her phone started to ring. She recognized your number and frowned for a moment before deciding to answer.

"I'm sorry." She heard you say and it wasn't something she had expected to hear first on this conversation.

"You don't need to apologize, (Y/N)." Lena responded with a coldness that made you wince on the other side of the line. "I'm sure you had something more important to do this morning."

"N-no. Yes." You rushed and Lena was left confused for a moment. You never stuttered. "I mean that I... I didn't mean to leave like that. I want to tell you what happened."

"You don't need to explain."

"I do." You replied with more confidence. "Meet me in the rooftop."

That left Lena startled and the fact that you mentioned the rooftop got her even more nervous. So she hurried, leaving a call for her assistant to cancel the rest of her appointments, and headed to the company's rooftop.

She couldn't start to imagine why you were there or how you had managed to even get there in the first place, it seemed so out of yourself that she almost feared she really pushed your buttons last night. Whatever you were planning, she was going to make sure you didn't do anything more reckless.

She pushed the door to the rooftop and found you pacing in the middle at the base of the helipad. She could hear the whole city from up there and the wind rushing in her ears.

"(Y/N), what are you doing?" She said as she approached you.

You walked towards her and stopped a few steps away. "I'm sorry."

"I know but why don't we talk about this somewhere else?"

"I figured your office had fire alarms." You said.

"Fire alarms?" Lena tried to take another step towards you and you had to take a step back. "(Y/N), I don't understand what's happening."

"Do you remember what we talked about last night?" You saw Lena frown a bit in confusion. "About me never losing control because that would get people hurt?"

"Yes." Lena watched you with attention, noticing the subtle hesitation behind your eyes and your words.

"It's just that..." You shook your head and then took a deep breath before raising your arm. "It's hard to look at."

"(Y/N), you don't need to-" She saw the exact moment your arm began to catch fire. You held your hand at eye level and watched it as it started to burn.

She opened her mouth in shock and surprise as it finally clicked in her brain. The news about the alien attack were pretty much excited to have a better look at National City's new hero known as Hellfire and while looking at you she thought the name was fitting. You had been right, it wasn't something easy to look at. Soon enough it wasn't just your arm but your whole body burning. The flames made their way consuming you and she could see your burning flesh through them. Skin, muscle and bone was burning the way she would expect some piece of carbon to do so. Then it was your eyes, glowing like molten lava.

You let Lena watch for a moment before meeting her eye. After seeing the shock in her face you decided it was enough for a show. You took a deep breath once again and let the flames die, leaving your scorched skin exposed but it healed so fast that it was barely noticeable what had happened.

"When I was younger, the building I lived in with my family burned. It was night and we woke up to late to escape the fire. I was caught in the fire, and I burned...and burned, and burned, and burned." You remembered the night it had happened, still fresh in your memory and as painful as ever. "I was found in that same building during the night. I had no burns, no wounds, no scars, and no one that could explain how that was possible. They took me to the hospital and when they told me I had been the only survivor, I got so angry and desperate that I started a new fire right there."

Lena went back to the night before, the way you seemed to hold yourself, the way your hands touched her body almost methodically, the air becoming hotter with each heavy breath. She had imagined you were about to burst, and she had no idea how literal that could have been.

This time when she approached you she was glad you didn't step back again. "Why didn't you say anything before?"

"Because I was afraid of a lot of things. Because you ignite something in me, Lena, something I have no real control over." You swallowed, her closeness making you nervous once again.

"Last night you were pretty much under control." She moved closer and closer towards you. There was certain relief in her words. All her fears and doubts had been erased as she realized you wanted this as much as her.

"That's because the thing I'm most afraid of is hurting you. I would go mad if that ever happened." You lifted a hand up to her face and traced the line of her jaw with your fingertips. "I can't lose you."

"You won't." She said before she pulled you in for another kiss.

She felt your lips against hers and she found herself thinking again about the flames of a bonfire, warm and soothing against the cold of the night. She thought it wouldn't it be that bad to be consumed by your fire.

[rockthingsbymeg]

The one that (almost) got away - part 2

Request: Thirsty Thursday Idea: The reader and Slash used to date when they were younger and a few years after they broke up they see each other again and all the love is still there and they end up hanging out and then they end up sleeping together and it’s super intense and passionate and just like the first time they slept together (sent by anon)

Pairing: Slash / Saul Hudson x reader

Info: angst; 1225 words;

A/N: So here is the second chapter, as promised. Hope you guys like this <3

Other parts: Part 1; Part 3; Part 4

Y/N sighed after she closed the magazine she had been reading about Slash's new album and made her way out of the shop, after she had bought her cigarettes, and made her way to her work.

On the way, her mind kept going back to all her years with Slash. They had been the most amazing ones of her life. And they were gone almost as soon as they started...

She did her best to shake away the nostalgic and sad feeling growing around her heart and focused on walking to the hotel she worked at.

It was a short walk and soon enough she was getting inside the small staff room, changing into her uniform and walking to sit behind the front desk.

The first few hours of her shift were relatively quiet. The first clients, in fact, didn't check in until it was around 10 p.m., right before she was going to leave.

A man came in, and Y/N had instructions to make sure this check-in was as low profile as it could be. It was not exactly hard at night time, but that still meant security had to keep away some fans that had been waiting.

Y/N actually had no idea who was checking in and what all the fuss was about, but the hotel was a good one and it was near a stadium, so it was not the first time artists got a room there.

She arranged all the 6 bedrooms, picked up the keys and, since not many of her colleagues were around at this hour, she decided to take them up herself, not wanting to wait until someone finally came.

They didn't have much luggage so they were ok with carrying it themselves, thankfully, and followed Y/N to the elevator.

She had not been paying much attention to who exactly she was giving rooms to, but she had her chance as one by one they settled in each room.

She recognized most of the faces and they were from big rock bands. Guns N' Roses included.

The line-up was slightly familiar and the voice of one of them was also familiar, but Y/N had not been able to pin point who the band was until only one member was left.

As she opened the door and finally faced the guy, she found wild, curly hair, eyes covered by dark sunglasses. A hat rested on his head, he had a snake necklace resting against his chest, a leather jacket on his arm, and shiny rings adorning his fingers.

Either he didn't notice who she was, or she had changed a lot, or he had simply forgotten who she was, but Y/N could never forget him...

“Saul...” She muttered in a slightly surprised voice, hand holding on to the door knob and eyes glued to his face.

His heads turned to her and Y/N noticed his brows furrowing for a few seconds before he pulled his sunglasses off. 

“Yes?”

[...]

“There has to be something you can do... anything... you're almost 18, you’ll be able to live alone. You can live with me until then. And even after... please...” Slash begged, cupping the sides of her face and stroking her skin with his thumb.

Y/N smiled sadly and kisses him, putting her hands over his. “I wish there was something I could do... but I can’t... you know my family... you know how much it means to them, to stick together and all that...”

Slash eyed her for a bit in silence and then pulled her for a tight hug. “I don't wanna lose you...”

“You won't...” She answered, hugging him back.

“Promise me you'll write everyday. And that you'll come back as soon as you can...” He asked, and Y/N could notice his voice getting strained.

“I promise angel... I’ll come back to you...” She said, kissing him.

She stayed over at Slash's during the night and he held her for the entire time. He tried his best not to be too depressing about the whole thing, but he just couldn’t be happy when he knew that the love of his life was about to leave him for God knows how long...

And no, he was not too young to know she was the love of his life.

[...]

Apparently, Y/N did keep the promise.

And he did not recognize her anymore...

“Sorry... it’s just- I'm just a fan...” She tried her best to hide her pain and fully opened the door to his room. “And this is your room. Hope everything is good, and please don't hesitate to call reception if you need anything.” She gave him a polite smile and left in a bit of a hurry.

Instead of going straight down, Y/N took the elevator and went to the last floor, then walked down a hallway and opened the door to the rooftop.

She went to the edge and sat down, something she did more often than not, and pulled a cigarette and a lighter from her back pocket. She lit it up and took a long drag, laying the nicotine calm the swirl of emotions inside her.

Six floors down, in his room, Slash sat in a chair in the balcony, looking ahead to the city lights and thinking about her.

She was so familiar. So... something. He could not quite pin point what he felt, or why he felt that, but he remembers a similar feeling from his teen years...

No, it could not be her... right? 

There's no way they’d meet again, much less like this...

Though fate always had a funny way of playing with his life...

He had too many doubts, too many unanswered questions. But in the end, he just couldn't bring himself to believe it was her. It would be too good, too surreal.

Life had been kind to him so far but there was no way it would be this kind...

Or so he told himself.

This encounter had, anyways, left him to remember how painful it was, to lose the love of his life at such a young age.

[...]

The first week after Y/N left had been painful, the worst withdrawal he had ever gone, or would ever go through, but it still seemed like they would make it work.

They wrote each other every day or at least once a week. They called whenever they were allowed, and most important, they remained faithful.

As time went by though, things began to change.

They wrote less and less. Being so far apart made it harder to feel included in each other's lives, no matter how much they tried. Y/N's family was making her stay more and more months than they thought. Eventually months became years.

Slash's band began to grow and with that, so did the number of girls and temptations around him. He tried his best, but he didn't manage to remain faithful, and that made it even harder to write to her...

But it’s not like Y/N had been a saint either...

Eventually, it seemed like Y/N would never return. And, in fact, she would not come back for another painful twelve years...

They were young. As much as they loved each other, they had to live and to grow. It was painful, the worst thing they’d ever felt... but it had to happen...

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options | han jisung

genre: angst warnings: cursings, neglect of own’s health [please don’t forget to take care everyone!] members: skz han jisung + mentions!rest of the members words: 1.9k requested: yes!

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jisung, i’m sorry. but, you knew this, you knew it was risky from the start and we can’t let you take that risk. you have to make your choice.

jisung has been staring straight at the wall in the studio for hours, lost in his own thoughts, in confusion, in heartbreak.

he can’t let you go — you have grown to be the person that he can’t bear to lose.

chan sighed as he watch the young man blankly stare at nothing. standing by the door with changbin behind him, they both feel conflicted at the situation.

they knew how hard the situation is for jisung, and eventually, for you too, when jisung finally break the news to you.

but, it’s something that they don’t have any control over — this is between jisung and you. the only thing they can do is to make sure that the both of you are okay and support whatever decision you will all come to.

closing the door to the studio, chan and changbin left the room. snapping back to reality, jisung pulled up your contacts on his phone. for a while, his thumb hovered over your name, his heart breaking over the prospect of losing you.

“y/n, are you free tonight?” his thumbs shook as he typed the words in his message bar.

he got a reply from you almost instantly, “yes, i guess, the usual place then? :)”

he put his phone in his pockets after replying to you. he stood up and ran his hands through his hair, before shaking his head and trying to breathe through the chaos that he is feeling right now. he began to walk out of the room and convinced himself that everything will be alright. for now, i’ll have to focus on the team, he thought to himself.

—

you skipped your way through the park. this is your usual meeting place with jisung; roaming your eyes around, you figured it’s fairly safe and quiet to see him and spend time with him in this place. there’s no other people around.

not long after, jisung came. however, his slumped shoulders and bowed head alerted you. you knew instantly that something is wrong.

“sung, you okay?” you asked, standing up from your seat. you took a step closer to him but jisung faltered.

somehow, this gesture made you freeze.

“y/n...” he started. silence followed, you can hear your heart starting to beat faster in unknown fear. taking another step closer to you, jisung wrapped you in a tight hug, burying his face in your neck.

“i’m sorry,” when the words left his lips, you felt your heart break. somehow, even without the explanation, you knew what prompted him to say those words. you knew what it meant.

taking a sharp breath and letting it out shakily, you comforted the distraught boy in your arms, “it’s okay.”

“i can’t let you go, y/n,” his voice came out in ushered whispers.

“i can’t let you go, i don’t think i can do that. maybe it’s selfish of me, but —“ his voice grew more anxious as if whatever he’s about to say will be the final straw and you’ll end up leaving him.

“can you hang on for a little longer? just for a little while. maybe stop seeing each other for a while, just until everything settles down,” you feel like everything around you stopped.

somehow, you felt at ease even if there’s a certain pang in your chest because of what he’s requesting. it’s better than losing him completely.

hugging him back, you agreed even if your heart feels heavy and even if you have no idea on how to comply what he’s asking without hurting for the whole duration.

you knew it’s not just you who’s hurting, and you knew this is his dream and the dream of seven other boys on the line.

“okay, i understand.”

—

“hi,” you whispered, smiling softly at nothing. the voice on the other line was enough for you the corner of your lips to curve upwards. it’s been a few weeks since you stopped seeing each other physically, however, you still continued to talk over the phone.

“hi,” jisung repeated, smiling himself as he leaned back on his pillows.

“how is everybody?” you asked him, while trying to fix your bed and getting ready to turn in for the night.

jisung hummed on the other line, mulling over his words, “good, a bit stressed out but it happens, so...”

you nodded your head, “i see, are you taking care of yourselves?”

he chuckled, leave it up to you to worry about them 24/7, “yeah, we are.” he likes it though, it’s one of the reasons why he loves you.

“i love you, sung,” you breathed softly, wishing that you can at least hug him right now.

“i love you too, y/n. hang in there, alright? it’s gonna get better soon,” jisung encouraged, even though he wasn’t so sure if that’s the case.

you groaned when another one of your calls went through his voicemail, this is probably the 10th phone call that went unanswered by jisung. it has been two weeks since you last talked to each other. the fact that he hasn’t been answering any of your text messages either are throwing you off the loop already.

you knew this could happen, damn, this happened even before. so, you at least knew that something important must have taken place for him to not touch his phone.

except, this feels wrong, like that time when you thought he was breaking up with you.

gently dropping your head against your table, you sighed out of frustration. there’s a lot to work on from the office files. i should focus on that, you talked to yourself before pulling out the pile you brought from your office.

fuck. fuck. what the hell? what is happening? you muttered to yourself as you pace around your room. it’s been weeks since you last talked to him. you let him be at first, but, this time, there’s literally no way to talk to him. your calls aren’t even going through anymore. it’s driving you crazy.

plopping down the sofa with your phone in your hand, you let the tears fall. maybe it’s never gonna work out, after all, you thought. your heart aching at the thought.

to distract yourself, you ended up burying yourself with work. even on your free time, you’d ask your team if you can help with anything, just so you won’t be left unoccupied. with busying yourself comes social detachment, you started to bail out of every single dinner your colleagues would invite you in, citing that you have a lot of things to do. on days that you’re unlucky, you’d end up staring at your ceiling, thinking about the million possible ways that could have gone wrong. you’d lose sleep to overthinking, along with your appetite, and most days, it drains every single energy you have just to keep yourself functioning and trying to will the tears away.

jisung, on the other hand, is not far behind. comeback preparations has started— between the rigorous schedule, practice and music production, he’s always tired. not to mention, he’s strictly prohibited to talk to you, and this broke his heart more than he’ll let the team know.

in between the tiredness and heartbreak, he began neglecting his health. this sparked the worries of his members.

“hyung,” he muttered. the practice room is almost empty besides him and chan who’s perched on the couch with his laptop.

chan looked up from his laptop screen and to the boy who lay sprawled at the floor staring at the ceiling.

“... fuck, i don’t know what to do anymore,” he said, chan fixed his position on the couch, putting his laptop aside and leaning his elbows on his knees. he stayed silent as jisung began crying.

“... am i really running out of options? is the only way out of this is... by losing her along the way?” he continued, the room remained silent, but his sobs reverberated around the room. chan sighed, his heart dropping whenever he sees one of his teammates struggling.

when jisung’s cries began growing louder, chan stood up and approached the younger boy. he sat beside him and stared at the mirror that covers almost the rest of the room.

“there’s nothing wrong with loving a person, sung. i guess, it’s just harder for some people,” his gaze went down to the other boy in the room, throwing him another gentle smile, “besides, you knew the answer to that, don’t you? you have options. you don’t have to lose her along the way. you just need to get through some certain circumstances.”

there are options, they gave him options. it was either break it off or wait it out — wait until everything turns out alright. but, jisung doesn’t know when or if things will ever fall into place for the both of you.

he chose to wait it out, he asked you if you’re willing to make the same choice. but, none of you thought it’ll be this hard, that it’ll be weeks of radio silence and growing uncertainty, of doubting that your love for each other will never be enough to withstand the situation.

jisung’s cries slowed, “yeah... wait it out,” he mulled over.

“you guys just have to be extra careful and well, i think things will eventually fall into place for the both of you. the both of you needs to have faith on each other, that’s all,” chan advised, nodding to himself.

“come on, it’s 4AM, let’s go grab some breakfast. y/n would chew my arm off if she founds out you aren’t exactly taking care of yourself,” jisung took chan’s outstretched hand, lifting himself into a standing position.

jisung wished it’s not too late when he finally get the chance to come back into your arms.

—

“OH MY GOD, SUNG!!! THAT WAS AWESOME!!” you exclaimed when jisung dropped by your apartment, after the first broadcast of their comeback schedule.

you wrapped him into a tight hug, as if the tightness can make up for all the weeks you haven’t seen each other. jisung hugged you back just as tight, before pulling away and peppering your face with kisses.

“god, i missed you. i’m sorry for not contacting you,” he placed a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose.

“i asked too much of you by asking you to wait for me,”

you suppressed your chuckle, “please don’t apologize, i understand. i’m sorry i was close to giving up on us,” your hand gently touched his cheek.

“besides, if it weren’t for your phone call, we’ve be entirely on a different scenario right now. so, thank you for explaining it to me that night,” you smiled at him, dropping your hands on his shoulders.

“now, come on, a little birdie told me about how you’ve been missing meals, and we don’t allow that in here, remember?” you teased him before you were rewarded with his bashful smile.

looking at you and your smile, jisung is glad that everything worked out, for now. it’s a long journey ahead the two of you, but for now, he has you in his arms, and he intends to never let you go.

jisung walked up to you, before calling your name softly. your walk slowed to a stop before turning to face him. “i love you,” he whispered against your lips before turning your head for a kiss.