#thanks for your patience friends holy shit

[ashmcgivern]

The Agaran Warband Rises!

I finally wrapped up those illustrations that have been sitting on my plate for... almost two years, jeez. I’ll be rolling the illustrations out over the next few days so keep an eye out!

This was a fantastic campaign and a wonderful way to bond with a new group of friends over the pandemic. I’ve left this project unfinished for too long and it feels good to finally have this off my plate.

The Agaran Warband Alikeri | Cartwright | Cullpepper | Gresham | Lyrshel | Malotz | Schmendrick

[kaiijo]

ROMANCE TROPES — [HAIKYUU]

characters: hinata shoyo, miya atsumu, bokuto koutarou, sakusa kiyoomi content: gn! reader, the msby four, rich sakusa (i am a rich sakusa truther until the end), bokuto picks you up, sakusa is implied to be taller than you notes: omg i lowkey want to do a fuller version of sakusa’s part 

hinata shoyo ✶ love at first sight

slouched in a plastic airport seat, hinata’s leg bounces anxiously as he awaits his flight. rain beats down the side of the windows and he prays to whatever universal force there is that the flight leaves at the right time. he couldn’t fly with everyone else earlier since he celebrated his grandmother’s birthday with family but it put him on a late night flight that lined up with an incoming storm. 

he scrolls mindlessly through his social media feed, double-tapping a photo of oikawa’s reunion with his high school team and tanaka’s anniversary post for kiyoko. 

the speaker system crackles to life. “attention, passengers of flight 7644 to sapporo, due to inclement weather conditions, the flight has been delayed an estimated two hours. we apologize for the inconvenience and thank you for your patience.”

hinata curses under his breath, already on his way to pulling up the black jackals’s group chat to tell them. he pulls his cap off, running a hand through his hair with a long sigh. his phone begins to buzz with texts, no doubt from his coach telling him to keep them updated. 

he rests his forearms on his knees, slumping forward and skimming through the messages. then, he feels a cautious tap on his shoulder and a soft voice asks, “excuse me, do you have a charger i could use?”

when he looks up, hinata thinks the greater powers that be answered a different prayer of his. because holy shit he has never seen anyone as beautiful as you. you’re in a comfy-looking pullover and sweatpants and hinata only realizes he’s just been staring silently for a few seconds when your expression turns apologetic. “i’m sorry to bother you, i’ll ask someone else!”

“no, no, i’m sorry,” he says, words tumbling out of his mouth. he scrambles to unzip his backpack, rummaging through until he triumphantly pulls out his charger. he hands it to you and you thank him. before you can leave, he blurts out, “i’m hinata.”

“oh!” you stick your hand out and tell him your name with a small smile and when you do, hinata knows that he’s gone. 

miya atsumu ✶ brother’s best friend

osamu’s not sure how atsumu managed to weasel his way into his plans. it was a bit of a blur, atsumu practically crashing through the door of onigiri miya as osamu closed up shop to go get drinks with you, begging to be included. he supposes to reason was pity and atsumu’s pleading look as well as the fact that you work far away that had him agreeing to his brother tagging along. 

it was in your last year of high school that osamu figured out his brother had a big, fat crush on you. honestly, it should have been more obvious, especially with the way atsumu flaunted himself and often paraded around the house shirtless when he knew you were coming over. it bothered him at first, thinking bitterly that ‘tsumu couldn’t let him just have one thing to himself? but over time, the annoyance faded as he saw atsumu prove that this wasn’t just a flight-of-fancy, and osamu has already made peace with the very real possibility that you could be his in-law someday. that is, is atsumu could even tell you in the first place.

it’s a little disturbing, osamu thinks, watching the way atsumu flirts with you and wondering if he too makes the same googly-eyes at someone he’s crushing on or if that’s the way he sounds. you giggle when atsumu tries to take a sip of your margarita, telling him, “order your own then, ‘tsumu!”

“nah, yours tastes way better.”

“can’t take this scrub anywhere,” osamu says, earning a laugh from you and a glare from his twin.

you pat atsumu’s shoulder and osamu can’t believe you don’t feel how atsumu melts into your touch. “i’m actually glad both of you are here,” you say, “because i wanted to tell you guys that i’m moving back to tokyo! my boss promoted me so i’m back at main headquarters! isn’t that great?”

“that’s awesome,” osamu says, speaking for both himself and atsumu, who looks like he just won the lottery. 

bokuto koutarou ✶ opposites attract

whenever akaashi introduces you and bokuto as a couple to new people, he always gets pulled over to the side and asked in a whisper, “how did those two get together? he’s so… and they’re less…” 

akaashi can’t say that he wasn’t surprised when you and bokuto started dating back in high school, given that they two of you were on very different trajectories. obviously, bokuto was the captain of fukurodani’s volleyball team while you were student council president and vice-president of chess club. bokuto’s grade sat at the lower end of the spectrum while you were always within the top five students in your class. bokuto liked loud, screaming parties while you preferred a quiet night with a few friends. 

so when bokuto grabbed him by the shoulders one day and shook him, saying that he needed to tell you how he felt, akaashi was taken off-guarded. he didn’t even know you knew each other beyond having a mutual friend, him. 

maybe back then, akaashi would have agreed with the person asking him but now, he just tells them to observe the two of you. because when akaashi does, everything falls into place. like right now, as he and bokuto sit in the stands, watching your final chess match. if you win, you’ll hold onto your spot as a national champion and go on to compete internationally. 

out of the corner of his eyes, akaashi watches as bokuto sits at the very edge of his seat, chewing on his bottom lip. it’s clearly killing him not to cheer and it’s a testament to both his devotion to you. your hand hovers above the bishop before you switch quickly to the queen and move the piece with confidence, setting it down and announcing, “checkmate.”

the crowds erupts into the cheers and you’ve only barely finished shaking your opponent’s hand when bokuto flies out of his seat and barrels towards you. he sweeps you off your feet, spinning you once and setting you down before planting a big kiss on your cheek. you’re beaming as you’re handing your trophy, and bokuto steps back to let you soak up your spotlight. akaashi can’t help but notice that bokuto is beaming too and clapping the loudest. 

as the crowd starts to disperse, akaashi and bokuto join you again, ready to take you to your planned dinner. before you leave, bokuto says, “i was going to do this later but i can’t hold it in anymore, babe.” and he gets down on one knee with a ring box akaashi is all-too familiar with. 

sakusa kiyoomi ✶ reunited childhood sweethearts 

“try not to look so dour, sweetheart,” sakusa’s mother tells him as she fixes his tie. sakusa wants to grumble some choice words but he knows better than to complain to her. besides, he’s only partially paying attention, eyes darting about the crowd and back towards the venue’s entrance. 

he settles on adjusting his mask with a barely audible sigh and mumbles a quiet thanks as she flits to fuss over his older siblings. he glances again, disappointed as a different group of people waltzes in. he knows his older sister wouldn’t be so cruel as to lie to him that your family will be in attendance but the anxiety is making his antsy.

the two of you were inseparable as children with you being one of his only friends growing up.  you spent you days squirreled away in some nook reading or outside playing volleyball. your mothers always cooed that you two would get together one day, and as he got older and learned what that really meant, sakusa found himself hoping too. but then your parents took you and your siblings abroad, leaving him alone and heartbroken. he cut you off, hoping the distances and time would make your departure hurt less, but it didn’t.

sakusa doesn’t recognize the voice that calls his name but his head snaps towards the doorway. you’re standing in between your older sister and younger brother, waving at him. his heart skips a beat. your social media postings don’t do you enough justice; you’re even more attractive that the pixels he’s spent hours staring at. 

you still have that ever-present smile on your face and you quickly break-off from your family to bound over to him. without even thinking, his arms close around you as you embrace him tightly. you feel so familiar and he doesn’t want to let you go as you part. evidently, you don’t either as you keep him close still, only leaning away to look at him. “you’re so tall,” you laugh, more shyly you add, “and very handsome.”

this time, sakusa thinks his heart stops. 

[chaussetteblanche]

I know it;s barely been posted yesterday, but I definitely need more Jason x biker!reader.

Wonder how it will go on :D

A/N : thanks for the request babes !! and thanks for you patience, this was a while ago !

Jason todd is a doberman boyfriend

he definitely loves going on rides with you

he thinks it's the peak of romance

he might slap your ass if he gets the chance

if you guys have your bluetooth connected, he's constantly telling you how good you look on your bike

"holy shit, your ass looks great from back here,"

"damn, you looked really good while passing that car, babe,"

"you know what you'd look even better riding?"

he'd drive in front of you if having him behind you made you nervous, but he would prefer to be behind, as to be able to have more control on any situation which might arise

he's a doberman boyfriend

and a mirror smashing king

when you're riding, he usually prefers to stay behind you so he can keep an eye on you

if you've seen those tiktoks of people defending their friends on bikes by chasing after cars, smashing mirrors or that kind of shit > 100% Jason

he might chase after a car if it cut you off, tried to merge into you, drove too close to you,... basically if it did anything to disrespect you or put you in unnecessary danger

sometimes that pisses you off though, you're a strong person and you can handle your shit, but he likes to handle it for you

let's say a car tries to merge into your lane and barely misses you because you swerve

and on top of being scared for your life, you're angry, so you start gesticulating around, telling the guy (because of course it's man) to roll down his window so you can yell at him

and he does, but only to flip you off

you decide it's not worth it and speed up to not have to deal with him anymore, telling Jason through your helmets

but Jason has other things in mind

bad, violent, illegal things

picture this huge pile of muscle of a man on an equally huge and scary bike slowly pull up next to you on the highway, murder on his mind

let's be real, the guy is most likely still going to therapy because of this encounter

but Jason sees red, this man put you in danger, and if you hadn't reacted and gotten out of the way- Jason doesn't want to think about that

and on top of that, he'd disrespected you

Jason can't let that slide, so he pulls up next to the car, glowers at the driver through his mirrored visor before tearing his side mirror off and smashing it into the car's window

the driver panics, starts screaming at Jason that he's totally crazy and that he's going to call the cops

Jason grins because both of you have your plates tucked, shaking his head

he finally catches up with you, tapping your ass lovingly as he passes by you

you didn't see what Jason did because you were busy filtering through trafic and trying to calm down

"did you see that guy?" you ask hotly, ranting about how dangerous it all was

"he's taken care of, sweets, don't worry your pretty head about it,"

"oh god, Jason, what did you do?"

he just smiles, feeling good about keeping you safe on and off the road

with him, you get scary dog privileges wherever you go, big doberman bf vibes

just imagine you, happily walking around shopping or whatever and this 6 foot something mountain behind you, glaring at everybody who dares to breathe in your direction

he definitely carries everything, especially your helmet if you guys go and have went somewhere together on your bikes, he’s got huge hands and has this special way of carrying both your helmets in one hand (it's so he can hold your hand with the other)

loves having you as a backpack

loves being your backpack too, although he’s definitely handsy, but only when you’re stopped though !!! he would never put you in any sort of danger !!!

but yeah, if you have boobs, he might grab them at a red light (if you don't, no worries, he'll find something else to grab)

he will come pick you up anywhere, anytime, just say the word and he is there (in record time too)(google maps hates him)

will carry your helmet around his arm for literal miles, even though it’s really heavy and uncomfortable, just so you can backpack

helmet kisses, all the time

he definitely goofs around at long red lights and will come up and hump your bike out of nowhere

of course, everybody is looking and you’re just 😑

if you ride a bike but know nothing about bikes (me) he will be your mechanician, garage guy, therapist and more

bike won't start ? call Jason

bike making weird noises ? show Jason

bike needs any kind of service of fixing ? Jason is already there, doing it for you

this is all I have for now, but feel free to request more stuff :)

[neiptune]

i don't want you like a best friend

cw: 4.2k wc, female reader, soulmate au, friends to lovers, tendo may be the only person in the world without a mark and it's quite hard to convince him that, most times, the universe doesn't know shit

“Holy shit, this is the best thing I ever tasted”.

“Don’t lie”.

“I’m not!”.

Tendo narrows his eyes, unimpressed.

“You said that about the last five bonbons”.

“Listen, the one with port and cinnamon was great n’all but this is a cookie dough brown butter bonbon. I’m blown away. I want to sleep with this one. I want to buy it dinner and then take it to bed”.

That’s when Satori laughs, loud and boisterous as he still allows himself to be around you. It makes you smile, seeing him happy.

“Tell me the secret to crafting these”.

“Again?”, he snorts, “I already explained the process a million times”.

“Wanna hear it again. I like how you talk about it”.

“Okay, weirdo”, there’s fondness and a silent invitation in the way he pushes the little box of his latest experiments towards you.

It’s soothing, comforting, listening to instructions you’re already familiar with. Tendo goes over how important it is to choose flavors that are fun and still be attentive enough to make sure the chocolate stands on its own: flavoring components should never completely ride over it. He skillfully exercises subtlety when coming up with new combinations, always keeps the interior so creamy and smooth the treat ends up melting in a delicious puddle on one’s tongue. The outer layer should never be too thick, chalky or cakey: that’s why he prefers to form most of the chocolates with his hands instead of using a mold.

There’s creativity involved in what he does but there’s also science. It requires a lot of patience, most of his work is made of tedious steps repeated over and over again within specific time limits and a perfectly calculated temperature. It fits him, you believe: Tendo’s always been diligent and persevering, no matter what the world threw at him.

He puts a lot of work in his boxes too, especially the ones he has to ship. They’re all triple-insulated, double-stuffed and always perfectly packed. A cute, colorful thank you card always goes hand in hand with each purchase, if he receives orders for a birthday or a special gift he’d even write a personal note as an addition. As a foreigner, it hasn't been easy to establish himself as a reliable chocolatier in a city like Paris, but he now has a pretty loyal clientele and the shop is basically never empty.

“That one’s my favorite”, Satori’s eyes zero on the bite-sized bonbon you’ve picked from the box.

You hum, appreciating the way the chocolate melts in your mouth. It’s not as good as the previous one but you recognize the artistry with which the flavors fuse with each other, chocolate ganache with clementine and hazelnuts, just a hint of lemon zest.

“They’re all incredible, ‘Tori. You’re very talented”. Tendo smiles.

“Thank you”, he mutters, grateful, “now, can we talk about it?”.

“There’s nothing to talk about”, you dangle your legs from the counter of the little production kitchen in the back of his boutique shop, closed for the day. It’s incredibly tidy, smells of soap and citrus.

“You impulsively booked a flight across the world because of a guy”.

Ouch.

“I flew across the world to visit my best friend”, you scowl, “thought he’d be happy to see me”.

“I’m fucking ecstatic, ma chérie”, it’s probably the happiest he’s been in years, “but we need to talk about it. Tell me what’s on your mind?”.

He can see the bags under your eyes, the usual brightness missing from your smile, playful vibration to your jokes absent. He knows you’re hurting and while he’d be thrilled to keep you in Paris for as long as you wish, Tendo has to know what’s broken before he even attempts to mend it. His gaze falls on a specific portion of skin of your wrist and a sigh slips past his lips.

“He broke up with me”, you articulate slowly, “said we weren’t compatible. Said it’s safer to abandon the delusional ideas that drew us close to each other and do things how they’re supposed to be done. According to the plan”, there’s a grimace on your face that pairs well with how you spit out the last words.

“Did you show him?”.

“No, you know I don’t do that anymore. He didn’t see mine and I never wanted to see his. He agreed to that”.

“Right”.

“And then, I don’t know, he did what everyone always does. Changed his mind”.

Satori sighs. Truthfully, he’s always been a little sad about your mark being permanently covered with thick foundation, concealer or whatever else. It’s been years. He misses seeing the little crooked triangle on your wrist.

“Well, maybe…”, he starts but is soon interrupted by a loud scoff.

“Don’t”.

“But they’re not wrong. The universe has it all layed out for you, maybe it’s time you stop being so stubborn”.

“I don’t care about the universe, Satori. The universe is not going to take away that choice from me, it should belong to me. I don’t want to be destined to someone, I want to be chosen by them”.

He deflates in the plastic chair he’s sitting on. Can’t really argue with that logic.

Ever since middle school, when your mark first appeared, you never wanted to succumb to the whole the cosmos has already decided who the perfect person for me is bullshit. You simply can’t accept giving up the freedom of falling in love with whoever you wish to pursue, regardless of the universe agreeing or not. That’s why you never really cared about matching marks and all that jazz, always dated those who seemed not to care either. But after a number of failed relationships, it became painfully obvious that deep down, everyone always believes marks are the real deal. It’s why you decided you never wanted to see the mark of the next guys you’d date, and certainly didn’t want to show yours anymore. Sometimes it’s even hard to remember it’s still there, underneath stubborn layers of concealer. You hated it your whole life.

“You’re right. It’s your life, you should live it however you see fit”, they’re idiots for giving up on someone like you in the name of a dumb sign or whatever anyway.

“I thought you’d understand this more than anyone, you’ve always hidden your mark too. I don’t even know what it looks like and it’s okay! It’s yours! Shouldn’t belong to anyone else’s prying eyes”, you pick another chocolate truffle from the special box he’s sorted for you. It’s red velvet flavored.

Tendo insisted on calling his shop like that, rouge velours, deaf to the literal translation not being entirely correct. The french need to associate the word gâteau to it, it has to be a red velvet cake. But he didn’t care, adamant in going with just red velvet.

It was a joke you had blurted out at the end of high school, sitting on the curb outside your favorite konbini on the way home, another summer evening made of snacks shared underneath the street lamps. Satori said he wanted to move to France and learn how to make handmade chocolates, open a shop and everything. You suggested it should’ve been called red velvet, would’ve paired well with his hair. It never crossed your mind that he would take your suggestion seriously.

Frankly, Tendo’s not changed much since high school. He’s a little taller, broader in the shoulders, prefers a buzz cut. He’s still cheerful, less loud if you’re not around, enjoys singing made up tunes to himself while he works, occasionally takes part in volleyball games when neighbors or friends from the gym invite him. More than anything, he’s still the kindest, most generous friend one could have.

You used to be a little jealous of Ushijima, never one to accept easily to be downgraded in the best friends ranking system. As a teenager, it was hard to acknowledge that Satori’s heart is simply big enough to fit everyone he cares about in there. Not many people realized how much of an honor that was anyway, so there was plenty of space.

He still calls Ushijima to check up on him and the fact that they declared to be best friends during a television show didn’t leave a sour taste in your mouth as it would’ve back then. Wakatoshi is a nice guy, it definitely grew on you and it now gives you comfort knowing that Satori gets to throw the blanket of his affection over more than one person’s shoulders.

Not a day goes by without missing him, different time zones making it even more complicated to keep up with each other. Yet, he’s always the one willing to stay up late to talk to you, insists that while you work in the morning, he enjoys crafting chocolates in the middle of the night. That hardly matters, since you know he has to wake up early to open the shop.

“Hard to hide something you don’t have”, he grins from where he’s sitting, in front of you. Your dangling legs come to a halt.

“What?”.

“I don’t have a mark”, Satori shrugs, “not a big deal”.

“That’s impossible”.

“You’ve seen me naked”.

“Because you didn’t lock the damn bathroom door!”, your face heats up at the memory belonging to so many years ago. He snickers.

“Well, if I had a mark you’d know!”.

You pause, incredulous.

“Did you check your nails? Maybe it was in your hair and you shaved it off. Everyone has a mark!”.

“I don’t have it”, he knows, he’s checked every inch of his body for too long before giving up, “don’t act so shocked, it makes perfect sense”.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”.

Satori shrugs, a timid smile on his lips.

“I’m damaged goods. I wouldn’t expect to be the right fit for anyone, the universe decided to spare me and a potential unfortunate match the embarrassment”.

To him, it’s perfectly normal that there’s no one right for him out there. Or rather, that he’s not the right person for anyone. Who would want that, anyway? The guy who’s always been too weird to be looked at normally. The guy who always stands out the wrong way. If the universe has decided to be merciful enough to spare him the disappointment flashing over someone’s face upon discovering that he’s their soulmate, the only thing Tendo should feel is gratitude. 

“Don’t say shit like that ever again, Satori. Damaged goods? What the hell? You’re the best person I know!”, you almost throw the chocolate box at his head, “anyone would be lucky to have you as their soulmate. Anyone. I’m certain you’re the perfect match for a lot of people but I find it very hard to believe they’d deserve you anyway”.

You’re his best friend, you’re supposed to say all that. Yet, kept silent by that fiery glare of yours, Tendo can’t help but feel his chest warm up.

He didn’t necessarily have a crush on you in high school, that’s what he told himself anyway. When you started going out with Eita, part of him was relieved you went for someone normal. His teammate fell into the right category: Semi was attractive, had good grades, knew his way around girls. It was a good reminder of what Tendo wanted for you, of what you deserved. He cared deeply about your happiness and would’ve went to impossible lengths to shield you from all the bad there was in the world. That still hasn’t changed. Your best friend was what he was always destined to be and it was more than what he could’ve asked for, anyway.

And so it wouldn’t have been right to fantasize, to admit to himself that for the first time ever since he was a kid, Tendo wished to be the opposite of what he was. He dreamed of a different childhood, school days filled with friends, practice bursting with laughter instead of whispers, not a reason in the world to direct him curious or grossed out stares. He wished he was handsome, charismatic, funny in a way that made girls laugh in sincere amusement instead of discomfort. He wanted so badly to be everything he was not, for you.

When he admitted to himself that he loved you, deeply, ferociously, in a way that would’ve scared off any other human being, high school was over and so was his volleyball dream. Another fantasy coming to an end. Satori announced he wanted to move to Paris, expecting life, distance, a different time zone, your boyfriends, to make the friendship too heavy of a task to keep up with.

And yet, you stayed by his side. Most importantly, you wanted him to stay by yours. Tendo has never been much used to the feeling of being wanted, his presence wasn’t exactly desired by other people throughout his life. But you and Paris both taught him that maybe he does have something to give, something people can be willing to accept. So what if that something isn’t romantic love? He’s already luckier than he ever imagined he would get. He’s going to be okay, as long as you’re his friend. He’ll manage.

“Satori”, you snap him back to reality, “I mean it. Fuck the universe”.

Honestly, the only thing he’s mad at the universe for is making you so deeply unhappy. Tendo’s not sure he can forgive the cosmos for failing you so many times.

“Yeah”, he agrees lightly, “fuck the universe”.

Maybe Tendo had a point when he referred to your little vacation as ‘impulsive’, given that you never really travelled outside of Japan before. Yet, what initially was an easy escape from your disappointing reality and a wonderful excuse to finally visit your best friend, soon turned into a delightful adventure.

You reciprocated Satori’s hospitality by being as useful as possible: you’d keep his place tidy and clean, get groceries, cook dinner. He’d insist on ordering out, would try to snatch the vacuum cleaner from your hand, sometimes Tendo would come home later than usual with his hands filled with groceries just so that you didn’t feel like you needed to refill the fridge. But you liked being there and you loved taking care of him, especially since he vehemently refused to go back to sleeping in his bed and offering you the couch instead.

On his rare free days, Satori gladly gives you a tour of the city and his favorite places. When he’s working, you’d explore Paris on your own, the little map he drew by hand safely nestled in your pocket. Yes, you obviously have a phone, but the map makes each stroll all the more special.

Being with him and feeling genuinely appreciated, in a city so wonderful and far away from home, made you realize that perhaps the universe got it all wrong. Maybe there’s no one out there with a mark similar to yours. Maybe you’re not a match for romantic love in the first place. You’re already lucky enough as it is, with a friend so wonderful you can share lovely dinners with over episodes of silly tv shows, in a tiny apartment filled with affection and laughter. It’s the best you’ve felt in years and the idea of leaving has never felt as dreadful.

But everyone has to get back to their life eventually: there’s your job, bills, rent, you haven’t visited your parents in a while. All these things you’re having a real hard time caring about as Tendo offers another glass of wine, the bottle you’re sharing practically empty resting by his feet.

It’s your last night in Paris and he insisted on cooking for once, a full course dinner paired with an expensive Clos de la Roche. Notes of woods and cherries dance on your tongue when you take another sip and you shut your eyes for a moment, savoring the taste. How did you end up on his bedroom’s floor anyway? Was it him who suggested sitting on the carpet with your backs pressed against his bed? No, you’re almost certain it was you. Satori tries to be less weird as a grown up, by his own admission: he leaves odd suggestions and ideas to other people, too busy trying to fit in now.

You find yourself observing his profile as he torpidly blinks, his own gaze focused on the hands holding his glass. The line of his jaw, the perfect curve of his nose. You think he’s pretty, spiky hair no longer there to tear away one’s attention from his features.

“Did you date a lot, here?”, you ask, genuinely curious. He turns to look at you, amused.

“A lot? When did I ever date a lot?”, Tendo chuckles to himself but you recognize the hurt simmering underneath the humor. It hurts you, too.

“Well, did you date?”, your impatience feels surprising but there’s no time to dwell upon unfamiliar feelings, not as Satori hums with a lethargic nod.

“Yeah, a few times”.

“They didn’t ask about your mark?”.

Tendo’s lips twitch as he remembers how ecstatic the women he went out with were upon finding out that not only his mark didn’t match theirs, he didn’t even have one to begin with. He was the safest option they could ever date, no risk of forever.

“It’s easier to date someone you know you’re not gonna end up with”, he shrugs, “they felt more comfortable, it was fun and momentary, thus risk-free”.

You click your tongue in disapproval and Tendo cocks his head, confused by your scowl.

“They, they, they. I always hated this about you, you’re always focusing on what other people think. I want to know, how did you feel?”.

Maybe it’s the wine or maybe it’s the fact that you’re about to become a fugitive presence in his life once more, but for once Satori feels like huffing out his frustration.

“Like shit”, he admits with a sly smile, “I could fall for just about anyone and I’ll always know they’re not my person. I won’t ever have a person and it makes me feel like shit”.

You’re not sure why tears are suddenly pricking the corners of your eyes. Maybe it’s because it’s really hard to remember the last time Satori allowed himself to be vulnerable around you. It always felt like he talked more to Wakatoshi, man to man or whatever. You never felt like you could be fully there for him and now it’s almost too late again, only a few hours before you fly off to the other side of the world.

“I hate them”, you murmur, “it’s just cruel. You’re not supposed to be anyone’s temporary fixing”.

“I’m not ever going to be anything but that”.

“No, Satori-”, in the process of positioning yourself better in order to face him, you kick the not entirely empty glass previously resting by your leg. It’s gonna leave a stain but you’ll find a way to take care of it before you leave, this is more urgent. This requires you taking your friend’s face into your hands, to bring it closer to your determined gaze. “That’s not true. The universe doesn’t know shit, okay? I know you. You don’t need a fucking mark. In fact, you know what? I’m happy you don’t have one. Thank god. I-”, he gently puts his hands over yours and leans over to tenderly kiss your forehead. Your train of thought derails as he fixes you with an amused, fond stare.

“It’s okay. Really”, Tendo lowers your hands and then leaves them cold, head falling to the side, cheek pressed to the orange duvet cover of his bed. You’re pouting, looking more beautiful than ever underneath the dim lights of his room, and so he can’t hold his tongue.

“You know, I find it incredible that you haven’t been able to find your person yet, universe or not. How’s it possible that someone as wonderful as you is being dumped by complete idiots just because they believe in some stupid pre-decided romantic assignation?”.

You mirror his position and rest your head on the softness of his bed. Despite being still on the floor, it almost feels as if you’re lying next to each other.

“They don’t believe I’m wonderful. I guess I’m just momentary, too”.

He scoffs. Deep down, Tendo also believes everyone should be granted the freedom to pursue their desired relationship, especially you. Don’t they know how lucky they are? You ignore destiny to give those dumbasses a chance and they leave before they even get to realize what they’re missing out upon.

“I think marks are bullshit”, Satori gently takes your hand and traces your fingers with his own slowly, eyes still boring into yours, “in a world with no marks, they’d be on their knees thanking their lucky star you showed interest in them at all”.

You hum, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

Before Tendo interrupted your little motivational speech, you were about to tell him why it makes you happy that he doesn’t have a mark after all. Looking at him now, it’s all the more clear. It’s horrible and selfish and childish but, this way, you will never have to go through it: you’ll never have to find out that the one person who’s always been by your side, the one person who knows you better than you know yourself and still manages to love you, also isn’t the one.

Tendo is the greatest person you know, the only one you’d trust with your life. His heart is your favorite part of him: always stayed big enough to fit in all those who asked for access, kindness embedded so deep within him he never let the world’s cruelty affect it. Satori never stored an ounce of that nastiness people loved oh so much throwing at him, it let it become an armor instead. Steel made of insults, cruel jokes, mockery. It breaks your heart that he still wears it. It would break your heart to discover that someone like him isn’t destined to be yours after all, that the universe wouldn’t be benevolent enough to assign the best friend you ever had as your soulmate.

“You don’t mean that”.

You blink, slowly, actually fighting to keep your eyes open.

“What?”.

“What you just said. You’re drunk”, he chuckles quietly and, horrifyingly, you realize your mouth decided to voice those thoughts out loud.

The shock lasts a few seconds. Tendo is no longer fiddling with your fingers but your hand is still in his and the more you look into those crimson irises, the less uncomfortable you feel about what you just said. Is it the wine or is it just right?

“You think I wouldn’t be happy if the universe assigned you as my soulmate?”.

“I think you wouldn’t hate it”, Tendo softly ponders, “but that’d be far from ideal”.

“Hey, you don’t get to decide that. Me and the universe would be agreeing for once”.

Satori swears his heart skips a bit. All those years, all that badly harbored hope, the entirety of his restraint crumbling pathetically after a few drops of expensive wine. You don’t mean that, you can’t mean that.

“You could look at me like that?”, the question is supposed to underline how ridiculous the idea is, but he realizes he just sounds wishful.

“I know you think it’d be hard but it really isn’t”, you laugh softly. You’re looking at him like that right now. As you abstendmindedly play with his fingers, thumb gently rubbing circles on the skin of his wrist, you appreciate the pink dusting his cheeks, the slightly furrowed brows, the sweetness of his questioning gaze.

Tendo exhales slowly. Neither of you is resting their head on his bed anymore, too captivated by each other. “I’m not sure I’d survive the discovery of you of all people, not being the one I’d be destined to stand with for the rest of my life. Because what a waste would be, for that person to be someone else”, it’s nothing but a whisper, raw honesty doing something funny to his stomach as it slips past his lips for the first time. There’s no one but you, honestly. He knows there’ll never be anyone else. The universe has planned love for those around him and an eternal curse for his heart.

“A terrible waste”, you agree and the hand not busy interlacing your fingers with his, suddenly closes around the soft fabric of his hoodie to bring him closer. Satori doesn’t dare move, let alone breathe, effectively paralyzed by the idea of indulging something you’ll regret the second it happens.

Except you don’t. When you kiss him, tentative at first, all the pieces fall right into place. Your lips curl into a small, knowing smile as the world slows down. Then finally, finally, he kisses you back. It’s deeper, a hand pressing to your cheek, it’s corrodingly tender and you feel yourself melting into his touch, into the genuine reverence he holds for you.

Tendo feels something unravel from within, the tangles and knots of hurt, uncertainty, combust and disappear into thin ashes. He’s too lost in the moment, too drunk on how close you’re holding him as your tongue brushes against his own, to pay any attention to the itchy feeling over the skin of his wrist. Right where your thumb is pressing, a crooked triangle appears at last.

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | June 3rd-23th 2024 ~ Fics

Sorry for skipping a two weeks! I had a work thing the weekend before before last and work is a bit busy at the moment so I couldn't get to it during the week. Hope you enjoy!

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Take the Lead by Inell/ @inell (Getting Together, Post-S7 | 1,3K | Teen): Buck and Eddie finally have a conversation that they’ve needed to have for months, if not years.

take me out and take me home by bellabrady (Getting Together | 1,7K | Not Rated): Maddie has been texting him, asking him if he’s asked Buck yet and reassuring him that he’ll say yes, although after a few days, it seems her patience started to run out and the reassurance kind of turned into bullying. So he’s going to do it. He’s going to ask Buck out on a date, today. Partially because he wants to finally be with Buck and this will hopefully be the start of that and partially because he’s getting tired of Maddie texting him that he’s a coward — Or: Buck and Eddie finally go on a date.

thanks, babe! by bucksclipboard/ @excuseme-greentea (Getting Together | 1,8K | Teen): Eddie accidentally calls Buck babe and refuses to have a meltdown over it. It was just his subconscious betraying him because they were surrounded by couples, right? Right?!

hit the jackpot by coupe_de_foudre/ @panevanbuckley (Canon Divergent, 1x09: Trapped | 2K | General): “I’m your husband.” “You’re my husband? Holy shit!”

baby don't you know? (you're my golden hour) by ipretendtobesane/ @useramor (Post-S6 | Getting Together | 2K | General): Eddie will give him this: Chimney does wait months after Buck’s out of his coma and back by his side to bring it up. “How come you and Buck haven’t told anyone you’re together?”

I wish I could help by bucksclipboard/ @excuseme-greentea (Post-7x05: You Don't Know Me, PWP | 2K | Explicit): Eddie is so pent up he can barely focus on his job – and Buck is all too happy to help. That’s just what friends do.

the 'i' in ikea stands for 'i love you' by ipretendtobesane/ / @useramor (Getting Together, Didn't Know They Were Dating | 2,8K | Teen): buck has some life changing realizations in the curtain section of ikea. mainly, he's really, really in love with his best friend.

Chance Encounter by Inell / @inell (Canon Divergent, Shannon Lives, Divorced Eddie/Shannon, S4 | 3K | Teen): When Eddie and Buck go to the Hollywood Farmer’s Market, Eddie doesn’t expect to run into his ex-wife for the first time since moving to LA two years ago.

(for every question why) you were my because by thatbuddie (talktothesky) (Post-S7, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): “Being boyfriends and being friends is really different,” Buck says. “But if you’re so okay being friends with him,” Eddie explains, “It means there wasn’t anything he did wrong while being your boyfriend. So I don’t understand why you broke up with him.” “I didn’t break up with him because he did anything wrong.” Eddie opens his arms wide and then lets them drop down to hit the side of his thighs. “But then what happened? I just don’t understand. What happened?” “You! That’s what happened: You!” (or, Buck breaks up with Tommy but won’t talk about it, and Eddie just needs to know why.)

of bake sales and overdue realizations by brewrosemilk/ @gayhoediaz (Getting Together | 4,8K | Teen): Eddie doesn’t notice it until it becomes a thing that happens even when it’s just him and Buck, without Chris anywhere near them - but even then, he doesn’t find it strange, or give it much thought. Buck is the one who starts ending their phone calls with a quick ‘love you’ but it doesn't take long before Eddie does the same, often beating him to it.

one single static frame by signetsealed/ @gayeddieagenda (Post-S7, Pre-Buddie | 5K | General): Chris is gone and Buck and Eddie are called on for babysitting duty. Eddie has feelings about it.

some version of you that I might not have (but I did not lose) by Chash/ @ponyregrets (Coma Dream, Pre-Buddie | 5K | Teen): Either Eddie is dreaming and can't wake up, or he's losing his mind. He's not sure which one is more likely.

Baby Got Buck by bgonemydear, Chash/ @ponyregrets (Pre-canon to S7 | 5K | Mature): Five times Buck checked out a guy's ass before he figured out he was bi, and one time someone checked out his after.

sounding like the rest of my life by coupe_de_foudre/ @panevanbuckley (Canon Divergent, Getting Together | 6K | General): or, Eddie does a Ravi and swaps shifts for a bit, only everyone on B Shift is convinced that he and Buck are married. they might not be as wrong as Eddie initially thought.

buried deep, our love comes home by lookforanewangle (Post-3x15: Eddie Begins | 7K | Teen): “You care for him.” “Of course I do,” Buck says, gaze back on Eddie against his will. He squeezes Eddie’s hand again. “He’s my best friend.” “That’s not what I meant.” “I—I don’t—Bobby, it-it’s not like that—” or: After a traumatic few days, Buck and Eddie get their shit together.

i told my future by reading your lips by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (2x06: Dosed, Time Travel | 7K | Teen): In 2018, on their way to a call at a child beauty pageant, and feeling a little strange, Buck and Eddie are suddenly thrown into a fast-paced look at some key moments from their future. And, what they see? Well it can only lead to one logical conclusion.

oh, come when you're called by lesbianrobin/ @lesbianrobin (Post-S7 | 8K | Teen): Chris wants his dad. He wants his bed. But he can't have those yet, and he and Dad never really text because if Dad’s not working they’re usually together or one of them is too busy to text, so texting Dad feels weird, but Buck… He can text Buck.

🔥 Saints into the Sea by Chash/ @ponyregrets (Post-7x05: You Don't Know Me, Coming Out, Jealous Eddie | 8K | Teen): There's an itch between his shoulder blades when Buck talks about Tommy, when Buck asks Eddie if he wants to join the two of them for a drink after work, when Buck smiles at a text message and Eddie knows it's from Tommy. His stomach had been twisted in knots for half of Maddie and Chim's wedding, watching the two of them. There's only one awful, inevitable conclusion: Eddie isn't actually as comfortable with Buck's coming out as he thought he was. Which is, frankly, unacceptable.

If You Want It, You Can Have It by fruitsdoesnotknow/ @tayf-ghost (Post-S7, Halloween, Identity Porn | 9K | Mature): Buck just wants to enjoy a Halloween night out with the 118, drinking and dancing and making fun of Ravi's costume, all the while trying to handle his newfound feelings for Eddie. He thinks he's being smart, trying to get over his best friend, or at the very least, keep his secret under wraps. He ends up doing the exact opposite. It ends up yielding great results.

🔥 We're at an Impasse Here; Maybe We Should Compromise by Chash/ @ponyregrets (Post-S7 | 9K | Teen): "You cannot murder anyone," says Maddie. "Also, if you were going to murder your captain, it would be very stupid to write murder down as your top idea for how to deal with him." "It's on a dry erase board!" Chim protests. So far, all he's written on the board is Ways to Deal with Capt Gerrasshole, and then 1. Murder? below it. "And I put a question mark. So even if I didn't erase it, the jury would never convict. A question mark introduces reasonable doubt."

friends don't mean nothing to me (it's us) by Kwills91/ @kwills91 (Pre-S2, Canon Divergent | 15K | Teen): Buck and Eddie meet before he joins the 118, and it just might be the balm he needs to get over Abby. But when Eddie starts working at the station, Buck doesn't understand why Hen and Chim keep looking at them that way, or why Bobby seems to think they're dating.

🔥 when the longer days of sun appear, they'll be rising like an answered prayer by Chash/ @ponyregrets (Post-S7, Fake Relationship | 18K | Explicit): Eddie is generally worried when Tommy and Buck break up because Tommy's ex moved back to town, and even more worried when that leaves Buck without a date to a wedding. So, of course, Eddie's going to help him out with all of that.

🔥 like a bird stealing bread out from under your nose by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S7, Fix-It | 21K | Mature): If you’d asked Eddie back in May what rock bottom looked like, it was his son leaving him. That felt like it; everything ruined so entirely that there was no way to ruin it further. There’s always more to lose.

🔥 some things fall when they're meant to fall by sibylsleaves/ @sibylsleaves (Post S7E5 | 25K | Teen): Eddie’s gaze drop to Buck’s lips—pink, like his birthmark. Eddie wants to taste those lips, and he wants it with a fierceness so sudden it shocks him. “I’m, uh,” Buck stammers. “Last night. When you saw me and Tommy…we—we were on a date.” Everything inside Eddie goes still. If his heart is a kite, then this is the moment it plummets back to earth. or, Buck tells Eddie some news. Eddie has a realization and breaks up with his girlfriend. Not necessarily in that order.

🔥 that magic feeling by woodchoc_magnum/ @woodchoc-magnum (S7 Fix-It | 42K | Explicit): An alternate ending to season 7, in which Eddie doesn't completely blow his life up, and he and Buck realise they're in love.

🔥 ripples all the way down by iriswests/ @fcntasmas (Getting Together, S4 | 52K | Mature): With some coercion, Buck allows Maddie to set him up on a date. Surprisingly, the date goes well — and it keeps his mind off the unnamable feelings he’s been studiously ignoring for his best friend. Until Christopher’s science report on gentoo penguins — no, seriously — sets off a series of events that has him somehow spending more time at the Diazes’ side, and he feels like he’s going just a little bit insane trying to juggle a burgeoning relationship, his jealousy over Eddie’s own new relationship with Ana, and his inability to move on from the place that’s been his for three years in the Diazes’ lives. Oh, and Eddie keeps looking at him like he has something to say — except he never says it. This is the tumultuous road to finding out what Buck truly wants, paved by pebbles. -- or; christopher partakes in some parent trapping

🔥 stuck now so long, we just got the start wrong by Daffi_990_ao3/ @daffi-990 (Canon Divergent, Different First Meeting | 85K | Not Rated): Probational Firefighters Evan “Buck” Buckley and Eddie Diaz meet on a call which ends with them at odds with each other. As the months roll by, they keep running into each other on the job, much to Eddie’s dismay and Buck’s delight. Can they put aside their first opinions and misunderstandings and allow the seeds of friendship, and possibly something more, to take root?

WIP

🔥 Steal My Sunshine by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Altered Memories | 7/9 | 24K | Mature): Memories hazy and unreliable, Eddie Diaz wakes up every morning in a house at the end of a cul de sac, goes to his office job at a petroleum engineering company, and comes home to his wife and son. But something is missing, and the more Eddie begins to put the pieces together, the stranger the predicament he finds himself in. 

🔥 If You Can Make the Music by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, | 1/5 | 2K | Mature): Spin-off Sequel to Evan Buckley & the Coma-Verse of Madness - Chapter 5 (Seaside): A year after a whirlwind two week love affair with bartender Buck in Galveston, Texas, Eddie Diaz finds himself coincidentally relocating to the area. But when he attempts to reconnect with Buck, he's in for an unfortunate surprise. (Part 3 of Coma-Verse)

The Smutty Ones by Tizniz/ @tizniz (PWP | 55/? | 22K | Explicit): A collection of smutty Buddie drabbles.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, Divergent Post-S6 | 129/? | 405K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 33/? | 21K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

Chapter 33. 19. "If we get caught kissing we're dead but let's risk it." 

🔥 Held Up a Lightning Rod (Wonder Why I'm Struck) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Not A Firefighter Eddie, Sugar Baby Buck | 4/22 | 18K | Explicit): When Eddie Diaz stumbles his way into money, he finds himself one of the most eligible bachelors in Los Angeles - to his dismay. He needs a way to get people off his back without confessing his messy marital situation, and Shannon's still not answering his calls, so he caves to a friend's suggestion: hire someone to pretend to be his partner. Enter Evan "Buck" Buckley: sugar baby, fire fighter, and the man about to turn Eddie's world upside down.

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 13/19 | 67K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

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the secrets we keep (the ones that spill out) by sparegarbage/ @babybucks (Getting Together | 4K | General): Or: Buck and Eddie comfort each other with cuddles, hugs, and kisses (platonically—or so they think).

Tear me to pieces and make me feel whole by justhockey (Getting Together | 2K | Not Rated): And that’s when it clicks. In the pasta aisle of the grocery store, at 10am on a Saturday morning. Buck is frowning as he tries to decide what to get - and Eddie is in love with him.

[kookidough]

analysing vance hopper because he lives in my head 24/7 !

tw for like. literally everything the black phone covers!!!!!!

also there's some special effects gore rather far down in the post idk just i feel like i should warn you just in case

okay so before anyones like "but bee!!!! he only had 6 minutes of screen time in a 102 minute long movie!!!!! he was only on screen for 5.8% of the movie!!!!!" and to that i say i Know it was a real tragedy so a lot of this will be built on personal interpretation and subtext and stuff said behind the scenes and whatnot

so firstly i wanna rot about what his childhood/upbringing might've been like..... i havent quite decided on something definitive but i think we can take one look at his character and realise that is glaringly obvious he had a bad childhood, in one interview the actor that plays him (brady hepner) says "the background i had set up for vance is that the reason he was the way he was is his home life was fairly difficult, you know maybe his dad was either not there for him or he wasn't supportive, maybe he was fairly abusive, and so that creates a hair trigger sense of rage in vance" hair trigger meaning his patience is literally as thin as a strand of hair it does Not take a lot for him to snap

there more to it after that which i'll get into soon but yea thats the gist of it it's clear he had absent/neglectful/abusive parents and that would certainly contribute to why he's so angry all the time, maybe acting so explosive was the only way to get his parents' attention, either good or bad, so he just internalised that. obviously rage and anger issues like vance's lead to violence (not in all cases but in his case it does) and i think a neglectful and abusive upbringing would obviously expose him to more violence than a normal childhood would, therefore normalising it and desensitising him to it, whether he's seeing it play out in his own home and/or on television or something like that (because i doubt his parents would be the kind to monitor what content he's viewing)

i feel like he has little control over his life and that only adds to his anger, which in his case leads to a fight when his buttons are pushed too many times. i think he probably takes great pride in being the toughest in town and whatnot and winning fights and being perceived as strong and scary is good to him and helps him regain control/power, something he doesnt have at home. the rest of the quote from the interview i mentioned earlier states "this pinball machine could have been the only thing that he has in his heart that's like, good, like 'holy cow i did this, i set the score,' so when someone comes along and messes it up for him, it takes away the only thing that he has. i think that that's when he switches to a 'now you're gonna pay for that'"

similar to what i said about fighting, the pinball machine and his high score is something he has control over and its an important part of his reputation/image like. hes literally pinball vance ! and the whole thing about that high score being the "only thing he has in his heart that's good" implies that hes. well. pretty shit at everything else, which is pretty much canon if you remember that gwen said vance was held back twice in school. makes me think that while he's not the brightest in school he's certainly street smart

moving onto ermmmmm him getting kidnapped era because im sure youre wondering "well bee if he's so street smart then why did he get kidnapped" so may i raise two theories (this is. literally all i got and its not even concrete, me and my friend gray (@staggersz) tried to figure out how this could even happen and this is the most plausible thing we've got. so shoutout to him real quick he has had to deal with me being unnormal about vance for like a year and a half thanks king couldnt have done all this without my rotting buddy)

so either he got taken by surprise (most likely option) or vance's trust was gained first via getting given quarters at the pinball machine and small talk and shit like that but this is unlikely because i feel like it'd take a loooooong time for someone like vance to trust a some random stranger adult man when he clearly has issues with trusting and respecting people older than him and people with authority (e.g. cops, his parents, or school officials) so yea being taken by surprise would probably be the most realistic option, i always see people on tiktok being like "how did the grabber kidnap vance hes so strong!!!!" dude its a 15 year old boy against like. a 45 year old man who's already claimed two lives its really not gonna be a fair fight here

before i get into the next part i wanna quickly address a theory i absolutely Hate and it is so easily disproven and that is the theory that vance is the grabber's son or is related to him in some other way and i see it Far too often on tiktok and i HATE it. from what ive seen this all stems from his dream sequence where he kicks open the fence to albert's house and, presumably, goes inside after being dropped off by the police after the grab n go fight. idk if some people just straight up didnt realise this but clearly in real life he is going to his Own House??? in the dream it's only albert's house because this is how he chooses to show gwen the house she's trying to find her brother in, the house that he himself was killed in??? i hate the theory i hate it sm

the dream sequence itself is interesting though as the ghosts seem to only be able to conjure up what theyve seen in real life (like how bruce can picture the outside of the house and show that to gwen but the house number is all flipped and not right beause he doesnt know it) so vance being able to picture the house and the number and the gate and every detail would imply that hes seen it before, but im going to explain that away as either he got out once before like with finney's failed escape attempt, or the house is most likely on the route he walks to school or the grab n go or something and he hasnt actually been there prior to being kidnapped

mini rant over now onto being kidnapped i guess, so i used the missing posters to try and estimate a timeline of how long each ghost boy would've been in the basement for (although the missing posters are notoriously unreliable for details such as looks/height/age/etc, the dates seem to all line up). so we know the order is griffin, billy, vance, bruce, robin, finney, right?? if we use the poster date then billy was taken on may 4th, 1976, a month and two days after griffin was taken (april 2nd 1976). vance was taken on september 23rd 1977, almost a full year later (stay with me im going somewhere with this), and after that bruce was taken on july 18th 1978, again almost a full year later

its established in the movie that the grabber stalks his victims before he takes them (canon because we literally see the van watching finney and gwen as they walk home from school early on in the movie) but we dont know how long he does this for since griffin/billy and robin/finney were taken such short distances apart and then the others were taken such long distances apart, also it's possible he could stalk his next victim while the previous one is still alive, etc etc lots of confusing factors, but if i've done the maths right then the absolute maximum time vance could've spent down there is 9 months and 25 days, or 298 days, so erm . let that sink in !

howeverrrr in the movie gwen states that vance went missing "last spring" and september is definitely not in spring, meaning he could've been down there for a year or even longer. an explanation or excuse i could think of for the movie and the missing poster saying different things (other than the missing posters being known for some areas being wildly inaccurate) is that maybe he was taken in spring but wasnt labelled as officially missing until september, when he was properly linked to griffin and billy's similar disappearances and the mysterious grabber? i can imagine it'd be very easy for law enforcement, especially in the 70s, to dismiss someone like vance as a runaway until they get solid evidence that he was taken. idk though thats just my personal excuse / angsty headcanon for the difference in information

not sure what exactly killed him but we do hear from vance himself that "he took his time with me" so it was probably blood loss from a variety of injuries, if we look at him in his ghost scenes we can see his hair is absolutely covered in blood which indicates head injury, he clearly has a broken nose and bruising around his eyes as a result of it, he has these deep cuts on his abdomen area (apologies for the image quality but i believe they're like. sfx pieces you would wear under clothing)

and he also has just like. minor bruising (like the fingerprints on his arm) and other random blood splatters on his face and neck (assuming the blood down his neck comes from wherever he was bleeding on his head) so Yeah overall very unpleasant way to die obviously

okay now the part thats actually in the movie and it only took me 13 paragraphs to get here: vance as a ghost!! first thing i wanna point out is appearance wise i just want to say that when he's a ghost he's missing his choker and that fact Pains me. anyway personality-wise i feel like being violently murdered has, understandably, kicked his rage up to like. the highest level it could possibly go. he's insanely snarky and downright rude to finney on the phone, showing no empathy to the fact that finney is literally in the exact situation he was in

i feel like the whole "this is the nightmare end of your pathetic little life" and "if you knew what you had coming, you'd be fucking terrified" thing is definitely to scare finney on purpose and to get him to do something, vance might as well have just told him he's never going home cuz thats how it came across LMAOO, it is startling though because vance is clearly speaking from experience, that he was literally fucking terrified, and he is warning finney in his own weird way

the thing i think sets vance apart from the other ghosts is that while he does help finney, he does it for a different reason than they do. the other ghosts want finney to escape, to get out, to be free, to live, but personally i dont think vance cares about that. the only thing he wants is for albert shaw to be dead, for someone to seek vengeance, to do what vance couldn't. vance doesn't care if it's bruce or robin or finney or whatever boy could've come after that, he doesnt care as long as that man gets what he deserves after what he put vance through, and i see this through the scene at the end of vance's call where finney thanks him for his help and vance says, and i quote, "helping you? this isn't about you, fuck him! and apologies for being repetitive but to me it just literally proves that to vance, this isnt about finney or his escape, its just about revenge

we dont get to find out what happens to the ghosts once the credits have rolled, and i dont think we quite know enough about tbp's version of ghosts to guess what theyre up to, but i have a few theories :3 maybe theyre no longer bound to those two houses and they can now go anywhere they want in town? or maybe since their shared goal of stopping albert has been achieved, the ghosts can finally pass on to whatever is waiting for them next. i dont think vance would be content to pass on that quickly or easily as anger lingers, but i hope he'd be able to let go of it eventually, and hey we might find out in the sequel. i pray it mentions him cuz i will just die if it doesnt

sometimes, ok thats a lie, frequently i think about an au where he survived or escaped or whatever but ohhhh boy this post is already a train wreck so that au would deserve its own essay of a post :3 if u actually genuinely read this far then Wtf thanks for reading the ramblings of an absolute madman, only pure delusion could get like 20 paragraphs about a guy with 6 minutes screentime but hey thats how i roll, thanks again to my pal gray for letting me rot and thank u to my other pal ana for also enduring all this rot

hope u enjoyed my interpretation of vance hopper im going to crawl in a hole now and probably brainrot some more, thanks again for ur time :3

[theemporium]

please Sirius with best friend reader, he gets jealous that someone asks her to the ball, so they have a fight and she's also angry with him bcus he didn't ask her first. idiots in love, happy ending pls

thank you for requesting!🖤

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“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

“I’M NOT KIDDING!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

Each and every exclamation felt like nails on a chalkboard to Sirius as he watched you sit amongst the other girls, a wide grin on your face that you couldn’t wipe off your face even if you tried. And you had been acting like such for the better part of the last forty minutes. 

And Sirius was losing his patience.

The Yule Ball had been all everyone had been talking about. Between the decorations arriving for the last few weeks and the new flush of students from France and Bulgaria, it was all anyone could focus on. What mattered more then who was going to the ball together and who was getting rejected?

Sirius, just like everyone else, had been excited about the ball. 

Until you had come running into the common room, rambling away about how some Durmstrang boy had swooped in and asked you out—some boy that was clearly known in the group considering each of the girls’ reactions. And it irked him.

No, it fucking pissed him off and he couldn’t understand why.

“Do you think—” 

However, you cut yourself off when you noticed the way Sirius rolled his eyes and scoffed for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last five minutes. You shot the girls a look before you moved closer to your best friend, your eyebrows furrowed together.

“Are you okay?” you asked, taking the seat next to him on the couch.

He flashed you a false grin. “Of course. Everything’s fucking peachy, why wouldn’t I be okay?”

You frowned a little at his snappy tone. “Merlin, who shoved a stick up your ass?” 

“Nobody,” he grumbled and waved you off. “Go on, don’t let me distract you from what stress Steven wants to see you in.” 

“His name is Sven,” you corrected and, for some reason, that only pissed him off more.

“Like I give a flying fuck anyways,” Sirius muttered under his breath, looking everywhere but at you.

“Seriously, what has gotten into you?” you asked him, a little pissed off yourself now as you turned your body a little more to face him. “Just yesterday you were asking me to help you choose dressing robes and now—”

“Now I’m not going!” Sirius blurted out, catching you both by surprise.

“What?” you shook your head. “Why?!” 

“Because!” he stated simply. 

“Because what?” you pushed further. 

“Because I wanted to go with you!” Sirius exclaimed, a little breathless from his own confession as he stared at you. And then his voice dropped a little softer as he continued. “I wanted to go with you but you are now going with him.”

Your face softened. “Sirius—”

“No, I get it, it’s—” he took a deep breath and gave you a strained smile. “Just leave it, okay?”

“You’re an idiot,” you murmured fondly.

“I already know,” Sirius sighed.

“I wanted to go with you too,” you told him.

“I know you—” Sirius paused mid-sentence, frowning a little as he processed your words before turning to you. “You what?” 

“I wanted to go with you, Sirius,” you repeated, trying to bite back your grin as you took in his puppy dog expression. “You were just taking your damn time to ask.” 

“You could have asked too,” he muttered out defensively before he let out a breath. “You would have said yes?” 

“I still would,” you shrugged.

“And dump Sven?” 

“In a heartbeat.” 

“Oh baby,” Sirius grinned and quickly jumped up to his feet, holding his hand out to you. “Just you wait, this is gonna be the best ball invite of your life.” 

You raised your brows in amusement, letting him pull you up. “Is that so?” 

“Mhm,” he nodded as he pulled you closer. “Gotta make sure everyone in this damn castle knows you’re my girl.” 

“Just don’t leave me waiting too long or I’ll really have to go with Sven.”

.

[7vsjr]

GOOD GIRL

summary; joao was your best friend for many years. but somewhere along the lines, you both fell in love. after joao saw you flirt with two of his teammates, he made sure they knew you were his.

pairing; bsf!joao x fem!reader

content; SMUT. jealously, fingering, dirty talk, mason and Christian being a flirt, unprotected sex, dry humping, teasing, public sex, very slight fluff at the end, aftercare, degrading, praising

warning; I DIDNT PROOF READ IT IM SORRYYY

a/n; HII THIS IS MY FIRST STORYY SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME. AND ALSOO REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

“hey anjo, got you season tickets for chelsea!” he smiled. “joao really?” you squealed in excitement. he nodded. holy shit! “thank you, thank you!!” you screamed at him and hugged him. nothing could describe how he felt when you hugged him. it was like bliss and happiness, met lust and neediness.

3 days later

joao had gotten season tickets for you, but more specifically sideline seats. “hi!!” you ran up to him. he was with all his teammates, but you wanted to talk to him. “hey anjo” he smiled and hugged you. before you could say anything, all of joaos fellow teammates walked over to you.

“oi mate when were you gonna introduce us to a pretty girl like her,” mason said, you started blushing. it was noticeable enough for joao to clench his jaws and fist. “thank you mason” you smiled sweetly.

maybe it was just you being nice, but something about the way you smiled around them made joao want to punch the smug smirks of their faces.

“yeah i was gonna but-“ joao tried talking but christian cut him off. “so whats your name sweetheart?” he asked you. “its y/n” you smiled and grazed his shoulder with your fingers. “uhm we should probably leave, right y/n?” joao asked you. “mate dont ruin all the fun” mason smiled at you. “no its ok mason, i should go” you kissed both mason and christian on the cheek. “goodbye! it was so nice to meet you both” you smiled and waved.

“joao wait up!” you yelled after him as you watched him speed walk past you. you saw him run into the locker room and you instinctively ran after him. “hey whats wrong?” you asked. “its nothing” he mumbled back rubbing the corner of his eyes. “joao, tell me. you can tell me anything.” you smiled softly and rubbed his thigh.

“shit..” he groaned. oh fuck, did he just moan? quickly joao bit his lip, praying you didnt hear him. “joao, do you like it when i touch you?” you asked him slowly running your hands onto his upper thigh. “baby stop teasing” he said and looked you straight in the eye. you giggled softly and grazed your hand over his cock.

he hissed loudly and thrust his hips up to feel your hand. “patience” you said. but joao couldnt wait. after 10 years of waiting, he couldn’t anymore. he grabbed your body and pulled him onto you. “i cant wait anymore baby” he moaned and smashes his lips onto your. you moaned loudly at the feeling of his soft, plump lips. you slowly starting grinding on him and moaning became a regular noise.

“louder baby, mason and christian need to know your mine. they need to know how good i can fuck you.” he moaned and threw his head back. you almost didnt want to follow his command, but you couldn’t help it when he started to suck on your neck. "fuck joao" you moaned out while you tugged at his hair softly. "you like when i do that your little whore?" he grinned and nipped at your neck in the same spot until it was purple and bruised.

while joao was sucking at your neck and leaving purple marks everywhere, you failed to notice the speed you were grinding on him increasing. "shit your so big" you moaned out as you felt his cock rock hard underneath you. "you can take it, cant you? be my little good girl and take it." he said as he lifted you of his lap. he laid you down on the bench and removed his clothes. while he did so, you started to undress yourself.

while doing so, you began to wonder just how big he was. you wondered what he would feel like inside of you. you didn't even realize your body taking over your brain. you started playing with your clit and thought about what he would do to you. joao sat there patiently, he couldn't complain though. because the fact you were entirely naked, touching yourself, and moaning his name was enough to make him cum. but he didn't want to, he wanted to save it all for you. his good girl.

once joao realized you were approaching your orgasm, he quickly pulled out your fingers replacing them with his cock. giving little to no time to adjust, he rammed into you. the feeling of pain was quickly replaced with pleasure. every time he thrust his hips into yours, you swore a new tear fell. joao was easily the biggest you had been with.

you bit down on your lip so hard you could almost taste blood. you covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your moans, but both you and joao knew you were too loud. "baby, louder. everyone needs to know your my slut" he said and wrapped his hand around your neck, slowly and carefully he increased pressure until you were clenching around him. "you dirty whore, like it when i choke you yeah?" he smirked and lifted your legs over his shoulders. with a position change, joao quickly hit deeper then he had ever before.

your moans were nothing short of pornographic, at first they were quiet and controlled. but now, you couldn't help yourself. no matter how hard you bit your lip, or how much you covered your mouth.

at this point, you couldnt even recall how many tears had fallen from your eyes. "fuck I'm close" you moaned out a new word with every thrust. "don't let go, baby, wait for me" he said as he threw his head back and kneaded your breasts. you couldn't help but leave scratches all over his back. he winced slightly at the pain, but you felt too good to stop because it hurt.

"please joao" you begged him as you arched your back, once again allowing him to reach deeper. "let go for me, baby. cum all over my cock" he said as he himself let go. you instantly found your high and let go. you both were extremely breathless.

"you think they heard?" you asked him. "i hope so, now they know only i can fuck you like that, no matter how hard they try." he kissed your cheek and got up to get a towel from the shower. "here let me clean you up," he said referring to the tears, sweat, and cum all over your body. "thank you" you smiled and got up slowly. "i love you joao" you said.

"i love you too, my good girl"

a/n; something about joaos thighs make me want to *** *** **** *** **** am i right?

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Well, that was a much bigger shitstorm than I had been expecting.

First of all, kid's ok, they just kept him over night because he's so young and concussions are a bit more of a risk, especially given his extensive medical history. Thankfully though, he seems to be on the mend, and he should be home by the time you Darlings are seeing this post.

As for why you're seeing this post, originally I was just meant to be playing emergency babysitter until the dad finished work and got home, but unfortunately he's just as big of a piece of shit as he usually is (Why they're still together and actively having more kids I have no idea) and decided that since someone was already with the kids, then instead of rushing home like he was asked to by his wife, he was going to make the best of it and go out drinking with his friends.

Both his wife and his elderly mother in law tried to contact him, but after the third set of calls, he turned off his phone. Not once did he ask who was with his kids, or how his injured son was, all he cared about was going out and drinking. (I sincerely hope she leaves his arse soon. Holy shit)

The mum did apologise to me repeatedly, but since their only living family is her elderly mother who is by no means capable of looking after five kids under the age of seven, she really didn't have a choice but to rely on me until her or her (shitty) husband could return home. And for obvious reasons, she couldn't exactly leave a four year old in the hospital by himself.

In the end, the "dad" didn't get home until about nine am this morning, stinking of grog, and I don't feel comfortable leaving them with him. I did quickly head back and grab a charger for my phone so that I could type this up, but since the youngest ones will be waking from their after feed nap soon, and the mum is still a way's off from getting back, I'm probably not going to have time to sort through my reblogs properly.

On a small positive note though, it does look like all my stuff is back now, so I should be able to go back to posting older reblogs tomorrow. For now, I'm just going to focus on the kids and then go back and crash into my own bed.

Thank you for your understanding and patience, Darling ones. Please remember to take care of yourselves 🖤

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

if is it ok to request, what if April brought her best friend down to meet the bayverse turtles? But her bestie is goth/punk with piercings and tattoos? looks a little intimidating but an abseloute sweetheart?<3

love this idea, thank you for your patience as it's taken me so long to get to this x

Also this is 100% like my best friend, they're super goth and tatted up to the 9's but they're also a massive sweetheart

Leo

"hey, I have someone I want you to meet" April calls from the doorway to the lair

Leo knows who she wants him to meet, she's been going on and on about how this friend is finally in town and she would love to hang out, all of you guys together

he puts on all his charm

"And who is this lovely-"

then he sees her

lips, eyebrows and nose pierced, hair dyed in an acid green/black split dye, dark and black ripped up clothes, tattoos covering every inch of visible skin

"-wow" is all he can make out

she's the complete opposite of April looks wise

"No, keep going. You were about to tell me how lovely I look" she jokes. "Hey, I may not be barbie girl pretty but I bet 'ya anything I can kick your ass at call of duty!"

that softens the mood and makes everyone a little more relaxed

and she was totally right, Leo was fighting for his life playing that game with her

when it's finally time for them to leave she calls back "And if you think my hair is cool, just wait til you see what I can do with a paint brush, that shell of your's is going to put the Sistine Chapel to shame when I'm done with it!"

Leo just laughs, thinks she's a great girl

"Never judge a book by its cover" he mouths to April as she walks out the door

Raph

He knows April is there, he can hear her joking with Mikey but he can hear another woman's voice

he walks in to say hi and stops dead in his tracks when he sees who she's with

"......"

"Raph, it's rude to stare" April scolds

"It's ok" he friend reassures "I just have a natural allure that's irresistible to men and turtles alike, it would seem"

that makes him chuckle, she's funny, he's glad she's funny

"The, erm, the..." He keeps touching his nose, clearly indicating towards her septum piercing "... like a bull" is all he manages

"Well, I am a taurus" she quips back

he laughs again

tensions settle after that and he gets on with her like a house on fire

he asks her later what he first impression of him was, since it was clear he was taken aback by her appearance

"My first thought was whether or not you'd fit through the door frame, holy shit dude you're built like a truck!"

the rest of the evening is spent with a lot of joking and laughing, April's friend can give as good as she gets and Raph likes that

Mikey

He's so excited to meet April's friend

so much so, he's prancing round the place trying to get everything ready

when April walks through the door with her, he his jaw drops

"Devil lady!" he says in a tone which indicates he clearly thought that was a compliment

"Masked turtle man!" she replies with the exact same enthusiasm

the two of them bond over how cool she is and how cool Mikey is

comparing stories and boasting, all in good fun, until they both get a bit carried away

April has to put her foot down when her friend tries to give him a stick 'n poke tattoo on the kitchen floor

"It's not sanitary! Put the ball point pen away! He's gonna get sepsis!!!"

eventually they all retire to the sofa and play guitar hero, which April's friend does not do too well at

"I thought all you punk chicks knew how to play guitar" he says

"Nope, we just date guys who do" she laughs

After they leave Mikey is begging April to bring her round again

he still wants that tattoo

Donnie

He's not the best at meeting new people

but, he actually feels more comfortable when he see's April's friend is alternative looking

he loves a good social outcast because he is one

they bond over talking about the history of subcultures and the ecological impacts of fast fashion and why you should DIY all your clothes or thrift them

April is ind of just sitting there like "what have I done? Putting two nerds in the same room..."

When the subject of tattoos gets brought up she mentions a couple she regrets

cue Donnie and his inventions

"I have a laser remover!"

"No" April pipes up

"It's totally safe, it's just-"

"N-O! No!" she reiterates

her friend mouths "When she's gone" and winks at him

the two of them are fast friends

[st-eve-barnes]

You know that I'm no good (Chapter 10, the final one!)

(Modern Aegon x fem Reader, Modern Sihtric x fem Reader)

Summary: You want Sihtric. Aegon wants Skade. There's only one small problem: Sihtric and Skade are dating each other.

This chapter: You struggle with life after Aegon, and then you accidentally run into each other...

LAST CHAPTER! Thank you all so much for the love and the comments on this fic! Read the warnings for this chapter: depression/drinking/self harm. But also lots of fluff and smut ;)

Warning for the entire series: 18+ for explicit language and smut. Angst/comfort/fluff. Fake dating and so much mutual pining. Mentions of depression/drinking/self harm.

This is an Aegon x Reader fic with a bit of Sihtric x Reader on the side. I've wanted to write a modern AU that combines The Last Kingdom and House of the dragon for a while now so here it is!

Word count: +5800

Masterlist

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All my fics are also on AO3

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“How is he?” you asked hesitantly during your weekly lunch with Helaena. 

It was a few days after Sihtric had been in your apartment and you’d both said your goodbyes, for good this time. Since then your mind had only been occupied by one man and it wasn’t Sihtric.

You had been on the verge of feeling better, not thinking of Aegon constantly anymore, but then being with Sihtric had felt like a wake up call, reminding you of what you had been missing and now it hurt all over again, even worse than before.

“He’s as miserable as you are,” Helaena informed you,”He doesn’t even go out anymore, I haven’t seen him this sad in a really long time.”

Her words hurt your heart and you quietly sipped from your coffee, looking out over the river.

“Does that…make it easier on you?" Helaena asked as she played with the last piece of her pizza crust,"Knowing that he's suffering as well?"

“No. Actually…it only makes things worse. I don’t want him to feel miserable or sad," you confessed with a sigh,"It hurts me to think of him like that. I just��want him to be happy, if it’s not with me then...that's fine but...I just need him to be good. Can you please look out for him, Hel? I know you're not best friends but I need...I need him to be okay.”

Helaena stared at you for a moment and then her eyes widened with realization,”Holy shit, you fucking love him!”

You shook your head with a sad smile,”I thought we’d established that already.”

“No, I knew you were in love with him, I didn’t know…you loved him. Oh my god, babe.”

You nodded your head, trying to hold back your tears,”It doesn’t matter, Hel. He doesn’t love me back that way.”

“You know that’s not true.”

“Then why am I alone?” you shook your head and pushed back your tears, not wanting to give into them, not again, not after all this time fighting to get over him.

Helaena sighed,”Because he is an idiot.”

“Yeah, and you warned me about that. Fuck, he even warned me about it and I was still too stubborn to listen.”

“The heart wants what the heart wants.”

You nodded softly,“My heart was a fool, Hel.”

Helaena’s eyes met yours.“But he loves you too,” she insisted,”I fucking know he does, he’s just…being Aegon.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, feeling tears well up in your eyes. You knew you were going to break down if she even so much as mentioned his name again.

”Can we please talk about something else now?” you pleaded.

“I’m sorry,” Helaena shook her head,”Hey, wanna go out on Friday? Get really drunk and just dance the night away. No guys.”

You smiled and nodded your head,”That sounds nice actually. Especially that last part.”

“Good! It’s a date! With me, no guys!”

You laughed at her enthusiasm and squeezed her hand with a grateful smile. You would get through this, just as you had before, with Helaena’s help and a lot of patience.

All the love Aegon may or may not have for you didn’t change the outcome. He had made his choice, and it didn’t involve you.

So he no longer deserved your tears, it was time to focus on yourself this time.

***

Winchester was a small city, you always knew it was bound to happen at some point, yet you were still totally unprepared for it when it eventually did. 

You were on your way to grab a quick bite to eat before meeting up with Helaena for your girl’s night that Friday when you ran into him.

He was just stepping out of the sushi shop the moment you wanted to walk in.

Both of you were instantly stopped in your tracks.

It was as if the world momentarily stopped spinning.

But it was only you and him who stood frozen in time.

“Aegon.” His name was but a whisper from your lips and at first he didn’t respond. All he did was stare at you, hands clasping the paper bag in his hands.

“Hey,” he finally managed, his voice soft and deep and so soothingly familiar. He still wasn’t able to tear his eyes away from you.

You were dressed to go out, wearing high heels, a long classy coat and your favorite black dress, the one you wore that night in the club, where Aegon touched you for the first time.  He was clearly dressed to stay in, wearing a comfortable, cozy hoody and baggy pants. 

The both of you couldn’t have looked any more different, like you didn’t belong together. The irony wasn’t lost on you.

Aegon’s long hair was gone, he was sporting a buzz cut now.

He looked so different, and yet very much the same. Your heart bled with the love you still felt for him, the love you’d been fighting so hard not to feel.

“You look beautiful,” Aegon spoke softly after a while, pulling you from your thoughts and giving you a hesitant smile.

“You cut your hair,” you remarked softly in return, making him smile brighter.

“Yeah, I thought it was time for a dramatic statement, post breakup. Something about a fresh start and all that shit.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his explanation and you realized how much you’d missed this, just talking to him and hearing his voice.

“It looks good on you,” you complimented him.

“Thanks,” he smiled, blushing and finally managing to break eye contact,”I should probably…leave you to your night then. You look like you have plans, so…”

Disappointment flooded your veins.

You‘d give anything for him not to go yet, but you didn’t have the words to make him stay. So you just nodded.

“Take care, Aegon, it was good to see you,” you gave him one last smile before turning your back to him, doing your utter best not to break down in tears right there. 

You stepped inside the shop and ordered your food, trying to think of Helaena and the fun night you two had planned. You couldn’t let this unexpected encounter upset you and ruin your girls night, you needed this now more than ever.

You paid for your order and grabbed your bag before heading out. As you were searching for your phone to text Helaena you suddenly froze again.

Aegon was standing right where you left him, looking at you with a sheepish, nervous smile on his face before he spoke,“I thought…since you ordered sushi, and I ordered sushi, maybe we could…find a spot by the water and eat it together, catch up? I mean if…you don’t have anywhere else to be right now…it’s fine if you…Fuck, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that. You clearly have plans and you’ve moved on..I didn’t mean to…”

“I have some time,” you took a step closer to him, letting your eyes meet and he instantly stopped rambling when he noticed your smile.

“Yeah?” he asked hesitantly.

You nodded,”Yeah.”

He smiled relieved and you followed him to find a bench with a table near the river. Aegon opted to sit next to you instead of on the opposite side of the table. You knew it meant nothing but you couldn’t help but feel your heart make a little jump at his decision to sit closer to you.

You both opened your bags to take out the food and drinks and then started eating in silence. It felt surreal to just sit with him like this, as if these past months had never happened.

Aegon was the first to speak after a while,”You look really good. I know I already said that but…it’s good…I’m glad to see you’ve moved on.”

You turned to look at him in confusion,”Why do you keep saying that?”

“What do you mean?”

“That I’ve moved on, you've said it twice now and I don’t…I don’t know why you would say that.”

Because it was the furthest thing from the truth. If you looked good tonight it was just the dress and the make up, it was all superficial, and so fake. You hadn’t felt good in months and seeing Aegon tonight only confirmed that. You hadn’t moved on from him at all, all that time apart meant nothing, it hadn’t changed a damn thing, you still wanted him.

You would always want him.

You looked away from him and took another bite from your sushi, trying to keep it together.

This time Aegon was the one who was confused,“But I thought you and Sihtric…”

“Me and Sihtric?” you asked surprised,”There is no me and Sihtric, Aegon.”

“Oh,” he froze for a moment, staring at his drink,”I thought…I thought you two were together.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because…I watched him leave your apartment one night.”

You stopped eating to look at him,”What were you doing there? Were you stalking me? You just happened to walk by the one time Sihtric was in my apartment?”

“One time?” he asked, clearly pleasantly surprised by that reveal.

You sighed,“Not the point, Aegs.”

“I’m sorry,” he avoided your eyes, guilt written all over his face,”I know I shouldn’t have done that. I just…I’ve wanted to come talk to you so many times, I just…always chickened out. And then I thought there was no point because…you were with him.”

He looked sad again and how on earth were you supposed to stay mad at him when he looked at you with those big, wet puppy eyes?

”Me and Sihtric tried but it didn’t work out," you explained.

Aegon opened his mouth to speak but nothing was coming out.

”I guess sometimes the thing you always thought you wanted…isn’t what you truly wanted after all,” you explained.

“Yeah,” he nodded quietly.

“What about Skade?” you asked.

”I never saw her again after that festival thing and…it’s like you said. She was never what I wanted.”

Aegon sighed and bit his lip, struggling with his next words.

How could he tell you he’d stopped caring about Skade the moment he kissed you? Or how badly he’d missed you every single day since you'd been apart? How could he tell you all he’d ever truly wanted was you? How could he say any of those things when he was the one who sent you away?

You both continued eating in silence.

“I want to apologize to you,” he said after a while.

“There’s no need, Aegs,” you shook your head.

“Yes, there is,” he insisted,”I was a real jerk and you had done nothing to deserve any of that. I’m sorry, for everything, I…it was never you, I need you to know that.”

He pulled his leg up on the bench so he could face you, the look in his eyes suddenly so soft you couldn’t look at anything else.

“I know,” you nodded.

“Good,” he breathed,”because…hurting you was the absolute last thing I wanted.”

“I know,” you whispered but your voice was shaking. Aegon’s hand moved to touch your arm but he pulled back at the last moment, making you crave his touch even more.

He was quiet again after that and you both finished the last of your sushi.

“So…how have you been?” you asked carefully after a while.

“I’m…okay,” he answered but then that sad smile appeared on his face again and he started shaking his head,”Actually…that’s a lie, It’s been…it’s been pretty shitty since you left, to be honest.”

“Since you told me to leave,” you corrected him.

“Yeah, I’m…I’m so sorry about that.”

“Are you?”

You both looked at each other, your gaze harder than you intended, preparing yourself for another disappointment and for him to shut down again as he always had before.

But then Aegon surprised you.

His voice was shaking when he answered your question,”I was so fucking happy when I was with you but…so fucking scared as well. That it was all going to go up in flames again and I would lose you because that’s what always happens. I always screw things up, I just can’t help it. I’m the one who lights the fire and then I cry when it burns.”

You kept your eyes on him but didn’t say a word, not wanting to interrupt him now that he was finally opening up to you.

“I’m messed up, Y/N,” he continued,”I’m so messed up and I’m never going to be normal. I just…didn’t want you to have to deal with any of that.”

“Deal with what exactly, Aegs?” you asked carefully.

He sighed deeply while softly nodding his head. You had never seen him this nervous before and it made your heart ache for him. You carefully reached out and placed your hand on his knee. Aegon's breath hitched at your touch.

“It’s okay,” you spoke softly, encouraging him,”You can tell me anything.”

You were about to take your hand back when Aegon covered it with his, keeping yours in place, his thumb anxiously tracing lines over your skin. His touch made your heart race.

“It’s just…a lot,” he spoke softly, avoiding your eyes and nervously biting on his lip.

“That’s okay, I can handle a lot,” you whispered and he let out a deep breath, trying to keep his calm before he started talking again.

“I’ve been depressed pretty much my whole life, even as kid I always felt…out of place, not good enough. When our parents divorced things only got worse. Aemond had always been so smart and determined and all that stuff just seemed to motivate him even more, it strengthened him. And Hel…well, she just lives in her own little bubble where everything is always fine, sometimes I think her imagination makes her stronger than all of us.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that.

“But for me,” he continued,”I couldn’t deal with it and…it made me hate the world even more. Hate myself even more.”

His hand was still holding yours and squeezing a little harder now. 

“By the time I was 14 I was depressed all the time. When I turned sixteen I started drinking, learned that alcohol was a really good way to shut off your brain, I got addicted real quick. Quit school and got into some trouble, some of it illegal but…when your parents own the city things like that disappear in a heartbeat, I could pretty much do whatever I wanted without any consequences, no one gave a shit. When I was seventeen I drank so much I ended up in a coma. I woke up after two days. Doctors said I was lucky to have gotten out of that alive but…I didn’t feel lucky, I wished they would have just let me die, I was so angry that they didn’t.”

Your heart was breaking but you didn’t dare speak now that he was pouring his heart out to you.

Aegon continued,“I moved out to live on my own shortly after that which…only made things worse because now there was no one to keep me in check. Helaena found me on the sidewalk of my apartment one night, totally out of it, she was scared shitless, she thought I was dead. After that mum put me up in the penthouse where I am now, gave me my own driver and housekeeper, just as a way to keep some control. And keep me alive, I guess. And things were okay for a while, Hel sort of adopted me into her friends group and took me out with her, thinking they might have a good influence on me and keep me on the right track but…I corrupted every single one of her girl friends.”

He gave a weak smile at those words and let his eyes meet yours,”That’s why she didn’t want me near you. Anyway, for me that was the start of a whole new social life. The parties were fun, the girls…let’s just say sex was an even better distraction than alcohol and when you combined the two…I fucked and drank my way through that year and it worked pretty well. But of course that didn’t last either.”

He took a few deep breaths, ignoring the tears that were starting to form in his eyes. He was rushing to get everything out before he wanted to give into those emotions.

“I tried to kill myself again,” he blurted out,”Nearly worked as well if it hadn’t been for Aemond finding me and rushing me off to hospital. I was forced to go to therapy after that, it was either that or they were going to keep me there so…I went. And I still go to this day because…well, I still need it and I probably always will. Those days when I didn’t contact you or came to see you…I wasn’t avoiding you or growing bored with you, I was with my therapist because…I was really struggling.”

He looked down and you watched as his tears finally fell.

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this, Aegs?” you whispered, surprised to find your own voice shaking with tears as well.

“Because…I didn’t want to burden you with any of that, and I…I didn’t think I could ever make you as happy as you made me.”

You were clinging to his hand, fighting to hold back your tears, trying to be strong for him.

“I don’t drink anymore though,” he then added with a sad little smile,” I’ve been sober for a year and three months now. I always get my own drinks at every party now because I need to make sure they’re alcohol free, it’s like…a placebo of some sorts, I guess. In the public eye I’m still the party boy and people don’t ask me questions about why I don’t drink. And I don’t have to explain to them why one drink can mess me up so bad. It’s just…easier that way.”

He looked up to meet your eyes,”Only Hel and Aemond know about this…and now you.”

His thumb was rubbing your hand again and it made a shiver run up your spine.

“Thank you for telling me. All of it, Aegs. It means so much that you trust me with this."

“Just thought you deserved to know, after…everything, you know.”

He leaned a little closer to you and you had to fight the urge to wrap your arms around him and never let him go again, but before you could even consider that Aegon was talking again.

“This is why I don’t have a job, or a relationship or even friendships that last very long because it’s just too hard for me to maintain. When I said I couldn’t be what you needed I…this is what I meant. I’ll never be the guy you can take home to your parents because I’ll either disappoint them or I just won’t show up. And you’ll never be able to start a family with someone like me or rely on me because…I can’t even rely on myself, let alone take care of someone else…you deserve someone who can give you all of that. Someone…like Sihtric.”

You sighed deeply.

“What about what I want?” you then asked, looking into his eyes and Aegon did nothing but stare back at you, surprised by your words.

You shook your head,”Have you ever asked me if I even want a family? Because I don’t, Aegs, I’ve never wanted kids, that is not…it’s not my dream or my goal. Neither is having a man to take care of me, I can take care of myself just fine.”

Aegon’s lips curled up into a smile at those words.”I know you can,” he whispered.

“Depression doesn’t scare me,” you then added, softer,”my shoulders are strong enough to let someone else lean on me, I can take it. And I don’t run when things get hard, you should know that by now.”

Aegon nodded and then all of a sudden he started crying uncontrollably, giving into all the emotions he’d been holding back, no longer caring to hide his tears from you.

Your hands reached for his hoodie, grabbing it to gently pull him closer to you. He followed your lead, carefully and a little hesitantly he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his tears warm and wet on your skin. When your arms wrapped around his shoulders in a soft hug he gave in and grabbed you waist to pull you close and hug you back, so tight and so hard it took your breath away for a moment but you didn’t care. You knew right then you would never let him go again.

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed against your skin,”I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

You cried at his words and hugged him closer,”It’s okay, we’re okay, Aegs.”

You let him cry and held him through every last wave of it, caressing his back and hair as he kept clinging to you, until he eventually leaned back to look into your eyes. 

A soft smile played on his lips when you ran your hand through his short hair again.

“You like it short like this?” he whispered softly.

You nodded your head,”I love it, it really suits you.”

Your hand cupped his face and he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, making your heart melt. 

“Aegs,” you whispered,”I…I…”

You struggled to find the words and Aegon opened his eyes, his gaze intense on yours when he asked softly,“Do you still want me?”

“Never stopped,” you whispered .

There were tears in his eyes again,”Even now? After everything I just told you…do you still?”

You nodded and then his lips were on yours in the softest all consuming kiss, taking what he’d been craving every single day since you’d left. It was slow and unhurried, not demanding anything other than this. You opened up for him, just as eager as you always had and Aegon took the opportunity to kiss you deeper.

You couldn’t recall how long you’d sat there, getting lost in his kisses, his eyes, his hugs, letting every lingering touch from him erase the time apart.

“Listen, I know you have plans tonight,” Aegon spoke softly after a while, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles,”But…can I take you out tomorrow? Just the two of us, no audience or distractions, I have a lot to make up for.”

”You can take me out tonight,” you smiled,”I’m sure Hel will understand something came up.”

***

After finishing the sushi you and Aegon went for a walk by the river, he bought you ice cream and held your hand and every few minutes he stopped your walk to pull you into another sweet kiss. You could feel your heart starting to heal little by little.

When he walked you to your apartment afterwards you didn’t even hesitate.

“Come up with me,” you breathed against his lips.

“You sure?” he asked,”We can take things slow if you want.”

You shook your head and grabbed his hoodie again,”I don’t want to take things slow. We’ve lost enough time.”

He smiled relieved, grabbing your waist to pull you up against him. “God, I’m so glad you said that,” he grinned,”Because I fucking need you.”

His lips claimed yours in another kiss, this one demanding and hungry, and he backed you up against the door, moving his mouth from your lips to your neck, open mouthed kisses marking your skin until your eyes closed in a soft moan.

He kissed your jaw and brought his lips up to your ear, his voice suddenly lower than before,”Better open that door or I’m taking you right here, sweetheart.”

Your hand was shaking as you unlocked the door, Aegon’s hands firmly on your waist, pressing himself up against your back until you took his hand and pulled him up the stairs with you.

He waited patiently until you opened the door of your apartment, as soon as you were inside his hands were back on you, pulling you into his embrace. You hugged him back and for a moment everything stopped.

You’d missed him so much and now he was here, clinging to you as if you were the most precious thing in his entire life. 

“Aegs,” you whispered, burying your face into the crook of his neck and breathing him in.

“I’m here, baby,” he soothed you, caressing your hair and hugging you tighter,”I’ll never leave you again, I promise.”

He cupped your cheek and leaned back to look into your eyes,”Wanna take this over to the couch?”

You shook your head and leaned into him, fingers digging into his shirt,”Not the couch…I need you in my bed.”

Aegon didn’t say another word as he followed you to your bedroom, his eyes never leaving you as he pushed you down onto the bed and kissed you, slow and deep, while his hands roamed all over your body, touching every little piece of you he’d missed so much.

He pulled down the straps of your dress and softly kissed your shoulder. ”You look so fucking gorgeous in this dress,” he whispered into your skin, pulling the fabric down even further to expose your breasts,”Fuck…I need you so bad, baby.”

His lips latched onto your breast, sucking softly while his hand massaged the other one. You moaned his name and grabbed at his shoulder, encouraging him to suck harder and your back arched off the bed when he did.

“Fuck,” you whined.

“That feel good?” he smiled.

“Hmm,” you bit your lip and moved your hand into his hair again, pulling him into another kiss.

His hand moved down your stomach to grab at the hem of your dress and push it up, exposing your panties to him. He was teasing you, caressing the inside of your thighs and your hips. Everywhere except where you ached for him the most.

“Please, Aegs,” you begged.

“Please what, my sweet girl?” he teased with that adorable smirk.

"Please touch me.”

He indulged you, moving his hand over your panties and teasing his fingers over your folds. Another satisfied grin on his face when he could feel you soaking through the thin fabric.

He kissed your neck while he moved two fingers over your clit, circling slowly.

“Take them off, please,” you begged.

“You’re so impatient,” Aegon purred, continuing to tease you though your panties while he whispered into your ear,”And your pussy's so fucking wet…she really missed me too, huh?”

“Please,” you whimpered, hating the fact that this was now the only English word you seemed to remember but you didn’t care, you just needed him.

Aegon kissed his way down your chest and then your stomach, lowering himself on the bed as he pushed your dress up even further.

“Where are you going?” you giggled.

”I think I have a few things to make up for, with her,” he grinned up at you and then pulled your panties down, shutting you up instantly and when his mouth landed on your clit you fell apart almost immediately.

“Oh fuck,” you whimpered, hands desperately clutching at the sheets as he started eating you out,”Aegon…oh my god…please…don’t stop…right there, yes…oh god…”

Every word and every moan slipping from your lips encouraged him to keep going and when he started fucking you with his tongue he could feel your entire body convulsing against him. He didn’t stop, holding you down while he pushed two fingers deep inside you, curling them just the way he knew you liked and pulling another orgasm from you. The way you kept crying out his name made his heart soar. 

He licked you through your orgasm before moving his way up again, locking eyes with you.

“I think she forgives me,” he teased with a cheeky grin, licking his lips and then finding yours in a deep, filthy kiss. 

“You’re so stupid,” you laughed into the kiss but reciprocated, tasting yourself on his tongue. After a while the kiss turned softer and sweeter and then he leaned back to look at you, a serious look in his eyes.

He grabbed your hand and held it up to his chest.

“Do you?” he then asked sweetly,”Forgive me?”

His voice was so soft and so sincere, even shaking a little as if he was afraid you would still say no and pull away from him in this moment. You were quick to nod your head and ease his worries,”I forgive you, Aegs.”

The relief flooding his features made you smile and he pressed his forehead against yours, making your heart beat uncontrollably fast when he whispered the next words.“I love you, sweetheart.”

You both stared at each other, no more hesitations on his face this time now that he finally gave into his feelings.

“I love you too, loser,” you whispered back with happy tears in your eyes, putting the biggest smile on his face.

“I love you,” he then repeated, putting soft kisses all over your jaw and then your neck,”Fuck, I love you.”

You both laughed and then you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold him close, bringing your lips up to his ear.”Can we fuck now? Please?”

Aegon nodded eagerly, quickly pushing his pants and boxers down to free his cock, the urgency suddenly overtaking you both. He teased you by dragging the head of his cock over your clit repeatedly, making you beg some more and then he was inside you, stretching your walls so perfectly you couldn't hold back your moans any longer.

His eyes met yours, holding your gaze as he slowly started thrusting.

“Keep looking at me,” he breathed into your mouth,”God…you look so beautiful like this…taking me so well, sweetheart…fuck…”

Your nails were digging into his shoulders when he started moving faster, hitting you deeper with every snap of his hips.

“Fuck,” he moaned,”Oh god, I won’t last, baby…it’s been too fucking long.”

“I know,” you nodded and whimpered,”It’s okay…let go…I’m close…I’m so close, Aegs…”

He kissed your neck, his pace picking up fast and it didn’t take long before he had you right there with him, sending you both over the edge in one of many orgasms that would follow that night.

***

Waking up with Aegon in your bed was the best morning of your life so far. His eyes were on you the moment you opened yours, finding him smiling adorably at you while he played with your hair.

“Morning, girlfriend,” he teased.

“Morning, boyfriend,” you grinned and turned on your side to face him,“Were you watching me while I was sleeping?”

He nodded softly, letting his thumb brush your cheek,“I was contemplating waking you up with a kiss, Sleeping Beauty style.”

You smiled warmly,“Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t want to freak you out,” he explained while moving closer to you, one arm draped across your waist, pulling you into him,”Can I do it now?”

You nodded and he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss while his hand moved underneath your top to caress your back. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin at his touch and you put your arm around him to hug him back.

“I could get used to waking up like this every morning,” you sighed happily.

“Me too,” he smiled before leaning back to look at you, fingers tracing patterns over your lower back.“I love you so much,” he whispered softly and your heart melted again.

“I love you too, Aegs,” you caressed his neck and his hair.

“I’m nothing like the princes in those fairytales though,” he then pointed out while looking at you, insecurity clouding his beautiful blue eyes again.

You shrugged.”Fairytales are overrated. Besides, why would I need a prince when I have a whole king?” you teased with a smile and much to your relief Aegon laughed.

“Hmm, King Aegon does have a nice ring to it,” he then said, softer, and he leaned in to place another kiss on your lips.

“Just promise me one thing,” you asked,”No, wait, two things.”

“Anything,” Aegon whispered.

“That you won’t let anything stop you from loving me this time.”

He kissed your jaw, slowly, and then your neck,”I won’t,” he breathed against your skin,”I love you. Today and tomorrow and every day after, whatever happens, I love you, sweetheart.”

You smiled and bit your lip when his hands moved down to your hips, pulling you up against him, letting you feel his morning erection.

“What’s the other thing?” he asked before placing more kisses in your neck, making you melt into him.

“I’m forgetting,” you breathed and closed your eyes in a heavy sigh when you felt his tongue caress the skin just below your ear.

Aegon halted his affections for a moment to look at you,”What’s the other thing, sweetheart?”

You held his gaze for a moment before you spoke, softly,“That you’ll let me love you…and you’ll accept that I love you exactly as you are.”

“Flaws and all, huh?” he whispered quietly.

“They’re not flaws to me, Aegs. They’re you. And there is no part of you I won’t love.”

He softly nodded and looked away from you for a brief moment. When he looked back up there were tears in his eyes.

“And when you’re feeling low I want you to know you can tell me,” you added,”So I can love you a little harder on those days. Can you promise me that?”

“I will,” he whispered and he leaned close to bury his face into the crook of your neck, his hands warm on your back while his tears spilled on your skin,”I will, I promise, I will.”

You hugged him close, wrapping your entire body around him, knowing with all your heart and mind you would never let him slip through your fingers again. And Aegon was clinging to you in return as well, putting more soft kisses in your neck and on your jaw to finally return to your lips where he lingered a little longer.

“I love you,” he breathed into the kiss, and he couldn’t help but smile because the words came to him so easily now, just like breathing. 

Loving you was the easiest thing in the world.

Letting himself be loved, that part was still very much a work in progress and probably would be for quite some time. But he was ready to try. And with every loving touch from your hands, every warm kiss and sweet affirming word from your lips Aegon was a little closer to loving himself as well.

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HOLY SHIT YOU WRITE FOR MIRACULOUS!? KEKWIWISJSJ-

CAN I REQUEST HOW YANDERE LADYBUG OR CHATNOIR WOULD REACT IF READER WAS AKUMATIZED???

A BLACK SWAN ON STAGE!

—TW; Yandere Behavior, Stalking, Mommy issues, etc.

₊˚⊹꒰YANDERE LADYBUG AN CHATNOIR꒱₊˚⊹

You hoped your day wouldn't be as shitty as it's now.

—"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!”

You sigh, about to explode, but you just give them a forced smile.

"Come on, Chloe, it's just a table, you can always get another one! Besides, lunch is almost over, there's no point in arguing anymore, so with Marinette and Alya."

— "No! This is my table! Sabrina and I always sit at this table, can't these plebs come and sit in the place of royalty like me?”

“Well, the tables are all the same, uh—, but come on! I can find you another one worthy of your beautiful presence! Besides, you don't want to deal with so much "plebs", do you? I'll find you somewhere a little more secluded. Not everyone is worthy of your presence.”

You spoke animatedly as you smiled at Chloe, causing her to ponder her words for a moment before she smiling mischievously, blinded by the flattery that made her boost her ego, so it was easier for you to convince her

—“Well, now that you mention it, you're right, so Shu-Shu! Hurry up and find me a better table!”

“Sure, Chloe.”

You smiled, but inside you were pissed off. It was a wonder you didn't explode on the spot and rip out all the blonde girl's hair. You directed your gaze towards Marinette who was with her entire red box., similar to how Nathaniel's hair shook when he hid behind Alya. You only gave a quick nod and a "sweet smile" to the two girls and went back to take care of Chloe, followed by Sabrina to find her a new table so she'd stop making such a fuss.

— “God, this girl is amazing.”

The girl of brown-skinned spoke, fascinated by how much patience you had and how well you could handle Chloe.

— “Right?”

Now the raven girl with the two pigtails spoke dreamily as she followed her beloved with the gaze.

— “Come on, Mari, try talking to her, it's a bit weird that you're looking at her from a distance.”

Marinette ignored her friend's advice and continued looking the girl from a distance. She couldn't believe what an angel [__] was even with a witch like Chloe, but there the girl was looking for a table for the annoying blonde… Spoiled, the young girl with the pigtails returned to reality as the bell rang, indicating that her break was over and it was time to go back to class. She sighed as she turned back to her best friend, who was only gave her advice.

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At last, your hell was over and you could return home to recover from the annoying day. You'd have liked everything to change for once, but everything was the same. You had no choice but to go home and rest, only to experience the same shit the next day. As you walked to the school exit, discouraged, you didn't expect someone to suddenly touch you gently on the shoulder; you quickly turn your head and see beautiful green eyes.

— “[____], Uh— Hello!“

“Oh, Hello, Adrien. Do you need anything?"

The blond boy looked noticeably nervous as he tried to remember his words well and not embarrass himself in front of the young woman. He took a deep breath to start talking.

— “Well, actually, I just wanted to give you something.”

He reached into the pocket of his blue jeans, pulled out a pretty pink ribbon and held out his arm to the young woman to hand it to him, whereupon the young woman took it in one of her hands.

“Oh, its cute but may I know why you're giving it to me?

— “Oh— Well I thought you could tie it in your hair to match your ballet dress.”

He spoke nervously as he played with his fingers, but you were still processing what he had just said, you thought that almost no one knew you practiced ballet, you looked at the ribbon in your hand and couldn't help but smile.

“Thanks so much Adrien, I really appreciate it, how did you know I practiced ballet?”

​—“Ah—"It's just that I, well, uh—I heard you practiced ballet, so I thought you'd like it.”

“Oh, I see… Thank you again, see you tomorrow, Adrien.”

She gave Adrien a smile of gratitude, he just smiled nervously as the young woman turned back towards the exit of the school to head to your house.

— “UHG! Who does Adrien think he is? "Why did he get so close to [____]? Do you think Adrien likes [____] too?"

— “Come on girl, maybe they were just talking, you know that not all the people who get close to [____] its because they have to be into her.”

— “Alya, but— did you see the way Adrien was looking at [____]?! Also, he approached her very suddenly! I know Adrien is up to something, and I am going to make sure he does not get it!

— “Chill out Marinette, you might still have a chance if you just talk to her, you will never know if you do not try.”

The young girl with the pigtails just grumbled, still annoyed by the interaction of his beloved [____] and Adrien, while Alya tried to calm her down.

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You collapsed on your bed with your backpack, exhausted from walking. You still had the ribbon bow in your hand you just looked at it, you were very tired from walking, not only from that but from having to go to school and from having to solve the problems. Problems from all your "friends", and having to stay up all night studying for even the easy questions in class, you tossed and turned in your bed until you stayed face up looking at the ceiling of your room and think

—“Oh, but your only just helping them; what's wrong with that?”

Well, if you had to listen to them all the time, in class, all the time talking about them and their emotional problems, maybe you were already a psychologist??

—"But they're just blowing off steam!"

Of course you never saw anything wrong with that. Some of your classmates had a lot of trust in you, but one thing was that they wanted to blow off steam, on the other they expected you to come up with an answer that would solve everything. You could only give them comforting words and support them; why did they expect even more from you?

"Did you always try to please everyone around you, but why? Why didn't you want to disappoint anyone, or why did you want to present a good image? Maybe because that was what your mother expected of you? After all, you They were his golden girl… His perfect girl, right?

…

How pathetic to want to fulfill the expectations of others, but you didn't even have an expectation; you just hid it next to your dreams.

"Why your life now isn't what you always imagined it would be like a child?"

"When did it all go down the drain?"

The only one you blame for this is your mother. As a child, you always had a grade point average of 8. Your mother always congratulated you; she never demanded more from you; she even rewarded you; she paid for a course so that you could learn ballet and practice, since you always adored him.

"Why did everything change from one day to the next?"

You just remember sobbing while your mom yells at you about how much you disappointed her.

—“Damn it, tell me! What do you think they're going to say about me when they find out my daughter got a 7 in math?! You always disappoint me! You've always done that! It was my mistake to leave you practicing that shit! Isn't that more than standing on your toes and flying around? What good would it do to you in life! It won't make anything of you instead of worrying about your future! What university will you go to? None!, if all you can do is dance and not even that well!!"

You were startled to hear the memory of your mother's voice echoing in your head. That memory did nothing but make you cry. It was the worst moment of your childhood, when you literally had to bury your dreams because your mother had had enough of your crying and ended up burning your pretty ballet shoes along with your tutu and the ribbon you used to tie your hair with. You sigh as you try to calm yourself down, but you can't; the only thing going through your mind are these words. You realize that even as you are crying, squeezing the hand holding the ribbon Adrien gave you, you do not want to look at it. Now that you were trying to calm your silly whining, you were so focused that you didn't even notice a little black butterfly appear with purple tones that now approached you and perched on your ribbon bow

— “Oh, poor girl, you help everyone with their problems, but never with yours. You get recognized by someone who is not you. I am Hawk Moth. How about I help you shine and be recognized for your biggest dream?"

Now that you hear a man's voice, you smile at his suggestion as you sit down on your bed.

"Yes…"

You spoke unconsciously, thinking about how everyone would finally see what you were made of and what you should have been all along, but that your mother despised.

— “Just in return, I want you to bring me Ladybug and Catnoir's Miraculous

“Sure…Hawk Moth.”

— "Go and shine, Cygnus Noir.”

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A young girl in a red suit with black dots was moving quickly from building to building thanks to her yo-yo with which she was swinging. She had been alerted by the sighting of an akumatized person near the Eiffel Tower, On the news they described it as a horrible gigantic monster. While she was swinging, she watched as several citizens were attacked by what seemed to be small porcelain dolls dressed as ballet dancers. I watched as they attacked mainly with the sharp pointed ballet slippers. He wondered where his companion Catnoir could be. For some reason, the faces of the dolls seemed familiar to him, something that worried him.

Meanwhile, a boy in a black suit was carefully sneaking out of the Agreste mansion to support his partner. As he ran across some rooftops he could already see the disaster that was generated by that akumatized person.

He did not hesitate to come down from the heights of the buildings to face some small dolls that attacked the citizens with fury, they were fast with their movements so he barely had time to see them in detail, while he dedicated himself to dodging and counterattacking with his cane at the moment that one of the dolls attacked him directly at her face with her sharp sneakers, while stopping his attack he could see her better when he managed to look at her more carefully. It was at that moment that he was little terrified when he looked at her face, the thing he least wanted to think about was that his beloved was the akumatized one but it was obvious. He did not hesitate much to break the doll into pieces with one blow with his cane and the other little dolls that were still intact only quickly dispersed, escaping from the hero for fear of ending up like his companion.

Cat Noir was trying to take his time from him as he could feel the panic running through his body. He was staring at what were now just broken pieces of the doll, although he was looking to one in specific. The face, broken into just one perfect piece.

— “There you are, Cat Noir! “I was looking for you!”

The hero in red and black landed a few meters near the black cat who was still in shock. The confused girl approached him, but it was then that the blonde reacted and walked away from her, which disconcerted her.

— “My Lady, we have to finish off the Akuma as quickly as possible.”

I speak Cat Noir seriously. Could be heard the annoyance in his voice.

—“Uh— yes I agree, but it something happened to you?, Are you fi-

The raven girl's words were suddenly cut off when she felt something creak under her foot and a noise could be heard as if it were broken porcelain. Under her gaze, she had actually stepped on something. When she removed her foot, she gasped in fear..

'That is what I think..?'

It was when she now knew who the akumatized person was, it was her beautiful angel [____], she felt how not only worry invaded his body but also the rage.

NOTES

꒰🌊꒱ؘ ⊹ ── Everybody died and the end. ꒰🌊꒱ؘ ⊹ ── AHAHAHA- Sorry, I didn't have so many ideas for a fight between the akumatized reader and Ladybug and Cat Noir (╥﹏╥), but I'll definitely update it when I get an idea. ꒰🌊꒱ؘ ⊹ ── I didn't really like how I did it to the reader, I would have liked it to be a little more neutral, I don't know if I understand- ꒰🌊꒱ؘ ⊹ ── I apologize for any mistakes I have, if some things don't make much sense or can be misinterpreted, my English is not very good.

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Head Over Heels - Chapter 3

(The Creature x Reader)

A Lisa Frankenstein (2024) fanfic

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HEY I hope this fandom is still alive. I’m so sorry I’m not consistent but I’m gonna try writing more because I have more time now. Thank you for your patience! Enjoy the sillies and feel free to make Creature x reader requests!

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You dreamed you were on a small wooden boat, drifting gently in the ocean. You couldn’t speak, despite how you opened your mouth and tried, but you could see and hear. The work around you was completely monochrome, including yourself. A sad love song faintly wafted through the air.

At first, it was vast nothingness, the body of water stretching on for infinity. But then, you noticed a small building sitting upon an island. As it got closer and larger, you came to recognize it.

Your house. Your old house, before all this.

You were going home.

You smiled, despite the melancholic nature of the dream thus far, and the boat, almost as if it responded to your emotions, picked up speed, whirring you towards the house.

It was then that you noticed something else. Something you were certain was not at your old house.

A statue of a man, stood tall and proud, regally awaiting your return. You recognized him too, soon enough. Your friend from the graveyard, happy to escort you home. You’d never seen him so… whole. Only a bust he was no longer. As your boat came up to the island, it gently hit the sand, keeping it in place. You looked up to the man and smiled a knowing smile. His face was stone, but there was something so lifelike about him.

And then, somehow, through the power of dreams, you watched as he broke from his prison of stillness to outstretch a hand to you. Offering you assistance.

Of course he would be a gentleman. Naturally, you took it.

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You awoke in your bed, covers up to your chin.

Wait- how did you get back home? The last thing you remembered was wandering into the woods, head spinning with the taste of vomit burning in your throat. Had you somehow managed to stagger all the way back home?

You stretched and yawned, eyes looking straight at your ceiling. You sat yourself up on your pillows to get a better look at the weather outside your window, hoping you could get an idea of how late you slept, when-

Your eyes met two dark ones, a mass of moss and dirt standing at the foot of your bed.

HOLY SHIT-

Naturally, you screamed. The thing in front of you flinched, as if it was surprised you were reacting that way. Terrified, you jumped out of your bed, but your foot got caught on the bedsheets on your way out, and you tripped and fell into the floor. At that moment, you heard a grunt from the thing, and it lurched towards you. Your eyes widened in panic and you screamed again, scrambling to your feet.

“WHAT ARE YOU?? GET OUT OF MY HOUSE-“ You started screaming at the top of your lungs at the thing, unsure of how to handle it. You scurried around your room, practically hugging your wall, and tried to find something you could use as a weapon.

Stuffed animal? Shit, no. Pencils? Sharp, but ultimately, useless. Old baseball bat? YEP!

You grabbed the bat, surprised it had survived your moving (you had only played baseball once when you were, like, four), and wielded it at the thing in front of you.

This action seemed to rattle it, as it backed away from you and put its hands out, as if to say, “hey, now.” You furrowed your brows.

The thing looked vaguely human. It had the stature of a human, at least. Two legs, two arms. But it was covered in so much muck and grime, it was impossible to tell.

The creature grunted, its hands slowly lowering to its sides. For some reason, it hadn’t attacked you, or run towards you. You figured if it was creeping around in an 18 year old’s room, it had some weird intentions, but it made no move towards you.

Almost as if it was waiting for something?

“I’ll ask again.” You said, grip on your bat tightening. “What are you?”

You looked at it as it stood its ground, carefully looking at you. It outstretched its arms as it gently bent its knees, clearly trying to maintain balance. You watched as it slowly, slowly sank to the floor. Now, it sat.

Okay, now you were confused. Gripping the bat tightly, you walked slowly towards the thing. It made no move, just blankly staring at you. You could get a better look at it now, and you could deduce that whatever it was, it used to be human. Its eyes were deeply sunken into, it’s poor face laced with cuts and caked in dirt. You could tell by its remnants of high cheekbones and pursed lips that, once, maybe it would have been considered… handsome?

You took a shaky breath.

“…hello?”

The thing grunted in response, its eyes gleaming beneath the grime. It’s head swiveled from side to side, scanning your bedroom floor. Then, steadily, it reached towards a magazine lying on your floor. Your room was in a constant state of disarray, magazines and books and pencils and paper strewn everywhere. The thing gently grabbed a zine and brought it to his lap, looking at the cover. He moved like he had rigor mortis, but he pointed to a word on the cover: hello!

Holy shit, it could communicate.

You slowly sat on the floor with it, the fear you had once felt fizzling away. Whatever this thing was, it didn’t seem like it meant any harm.

“What… are you?” You asked.

Its hand moved to touch its heart, then it pet the ground beneath it.

Heart… ground?

Like underground?

It’s arms stretched out towards you, like a child asking for you to help it up. Feeling strangely embarrassed at your decision to sit with it, you stood up to help him. You grabbed his arms, wincing slightly at the rough texture, and helped it to its feet.

The thing made a noise, guttural and strained, then walked around to the Polaroids on your wall. You’d taken several amateur photos of the graveyard there, as photography was one of your hobbies. Obviously, you had taken a photo of your favorite grave, and…

Holy shit, he was pointing to it.

Everything clicked.

“You’re him!” Your eyes widened in shock and you covered your mouth with your hands.

It- he- nodded.

“But how? You’ve been dead for years, what happened?”

You walked slowly towards him, taking in his appearance with curiosity. He was missing his left ear (you frowned after noticing it) and he had deep wrinkles etched into his face. He looked at you with similar interest, as if you were the first person he’d seen in years. Hell, you were.

Then, you noticed the smell.

“OH MY GOD- you smell SO bad.” You covered your nose, nearly choking from the thick stench surrounding him. He cocked his head like a confused puppy, then attempted to sniff himself. He shrugged.

“Listen, I have some questions, but- let’s get you in the shower first.”

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PAIRING: softdom!jaemin x fem!reader

warnings: exhibitionism, voyeurism, swearing, praise kink, slapping, VERY slight cnc

jaemin usually has a lot of patience for you showing out for his friends. but now he figures, why doesn’t he just help you out?

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your boyfriend jaemin is the best boyfriend ever.

he’s so patient, ever so soft and loving, never wants to put you in a situation that you’re uncomfortable with and you couldn’t have asked for anyone else.

no one else has ever made you feel so loved and safe and you could go on about it all day.

however , there are some days where you just have want to see how far his patience can go.

how much can you push his buttons until whatever restraint he has in that pretty head of his collapses?

these days are coincidentally always when his friends are over. the very attractive trio that you consider very close friends of your own. jaemin loves so much that you’re as accepting of them as he is. but then there are days, particularly days like these, where he wants to really test that.

he’s well aware what you’re doing. he’s even more aware that you find his friends attractive. he’s not insecure enough to care because he knows the damn men are good looking. its not surprising in the slightest and you’ve been very honest about it at the early stages of your relationship with him.

but today, oh today, he’s feeling a bit less generous.

the boys were currently in you guys’ shared house, all dressed down to have a day at your pool thats right outside the sliding glass door in the living room.

renjun, jeno, and haechan all in their swim trunks sitting and chatting with jaemin who was in the kitchen making drinks and waiting for you.

speaking of the devil, here you come from the hallway wearing a see-through sundress, which showed the swimsuit underneath in a color that worked wonders against your skin.

greetings were exchanged between you and the boys who didn’t not even try to hide their ogling. jaemin didn’t care about them though, he wanted others to look at what they couldn’t have.

what he did care about though, was your immediate actions once you sat down.

he figured you already wanted to stir trouble just by wearing that because you know jaemin loves that sundress, but he didn’t expect you to be this blatant right in front of him.

you sat in between the chinese boy who could barely contain his drool and the other two natives who had maybe the slightest bit more manners with their eyes. well, tried to anyway.

instantly, conversation had began between them and you, jaemin not joining in due to his current task at hand. he did however, listen very closely to what was said.

“jeno, have you been working out? holy shit you’re not even flexing?”

jeno let out a slight giggle and thanked her for her clear and a bit theatrical appreciation for his body.

jaemin looked up just for a second to see your hands running up and down the poor boys arm as you locked eyes with him for a split second before turning to renjun and starting on him.

at this point jaemin, was more invested on your movements towards the boys.

the giggles, the hands resting on their thighs, the getting so close to their face they must feel your damn breath on them. the winks at renjun, the continuous caressing of jeno, the lip biting at haechan.

and between each and every movement, you made sure to give jaemin a glance.

oh, he knew exactly what you were doing.

all jaemin could do was smirk as he wrapped up the drink with a new mission once he put the last glass down.

“alright all done! guys, why don’t you head outside and y/n and i will bring out the drinks.”

the boys gave an agreement in unison and headed out the sliding glass door.

you remained seated as you watched them leave, and when you turned your head back, jaemin was stood right in front of you.

“baby, baby, baby. please tell me the truth. do you think i’m stupid?”

you didn’t respond. just stared up at him and gave him a giggle that you must have thought was cute. he, however, considered it mockery.

next thing you knew his hand was around your neck and forcing you to lay flat on the couch as he crawled on top of you.

“do you think i’m fucking stupid? i asked you a question?” he said while pushing his leg between yours.

you gulped as you shook your head no.

“then why, oh why, are you acting like this in front of my friends, hm? if you wanted to get fucked all you had to do was say so.” his hand slid down into your bikini bottoms. when his cold fingertips were met with nothing but wetness, he chuckled.

you whined at the feeling and began to grind your hips onto his fingers while your hand found its way to the bulge in his swimsuit.

“ohhh i see. that wouldn’t really satisfy you would it?” he said as he slowly got lower and pressed his lips to yours.

he pulled away and began to speak again. “you want all of them to be a part don’t you?”

your eyes slightly widened as he yanked you up and pressed your face against the glass.

you saw the boys in the pool, not paying attention at all, literally splashing around like a group of kids.

you continued to whine as you felt jaemins bulge pressed against your core, to which you pushed back to encourage him to do something. anything.

“ah, i guess that answers my question.”

not a second after that, your sundress was lifted up, and your bikini bottoms were pulled to the side.

you felt jaemin teasing your entrance over and over. you suppose you deserve this as your behavior was not worthy of a reward but fuck it you’re still gonna protest.

jaemin simply giggled at your pleads and finally decided to end your misery as he finally pushed into you causing you to gasp.

your eyes immediately shut as you pressed both your hands against the glass when you felt him begin to thrust at a steady pace.

“look at you. just love to act like a slut in front of my friends. you want them sooo bad huh? i don’t expect anything less from you.”

with each passing sentence his pace became more and more unforgiving, almost as if his anger was building up inside of him as he continued to speak.

your boyfriend was not the type to get angry so angry sex was not common at all. but with the way he was absolutely railing you right now, you make a mental note to piss him off more often.

you couldn’t help your volume as you moaned his name and begged for more. harder, harder, harder. your constant chants in your sexy deep tone made jaemin want to break you more.

after a while you stopped hearing splashing. in fact it became completely silent.

“open your eyes, baby.”

as you complied, you were met with 3 pairs of wide yet lustful eyes staring back at you.

all 3 men watching you with such want as your body jolted towards the glass at the speed of jaemin’s thrust made you clench around him.

his hand reached around your hips to toy with your clit which made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

the boys are secretly happy you broke eye contact, because now you couldn’t see them reach to provide their hard-ons with some relief.

jaemin however did see and laughed quietly as he started to feel you get close to your orgasm.

your moans got louder and louder, the boys could hear very well through the glass you screaming your boyfriend’s name as you finally came all over him. this caused jaemin to finish as well as he swore and painted your walls with his seed.

you tiredly slumped against the glass as your cheek pressed against it so you could catch your breath. jaemin pulled out and kept his hands on your hips as he did the same.

when he looked up, he noticed the boys still staring with their jaws slack as they witnessed maybe the hottest thing ever. maybe wishing it was them too.

their silent wishing had stopped as they looked at jaemin who was beckoning them back inside.

now they’re not sure what jaemin could want from them, so they don’t immediately move.

that is until jaemin lifts your sundress completely over your head and unties your bikini top to free your breasts for the boys to see.

he beckons them in a second time, this time with an almost welcoming smile on his face.

took them way too long to put two and two together, but one by one they finally made their way to the door.

you watched all three walk towards the door to pull it open.

you just thought to yourself two things.

one: good fucking job y/n.

two: renjun probably has the biggest dick.

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aaaaaaa this is my longest one aaaaa my forearms are killing me aaaaaa hope you enjoy <3

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bestie i definitely want a part two of the mistletoe!

Mistletoe | H.S, part 2

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summary: Y/Ns flight gets canceled last minute after their morning BBC show, and without anywhere to go she calls harry— and it’s their first time alone together after the kiss they’d shared under the mistletoe.

warnings: smut, soft/bestfriend harry, oral f receiving, PIV unprotected, riding, praise kink, fluff, and dirty talk.

a/n: thank you all so much for your support on part one! I hope you enjoy this just as much, and thank you for your patience in waiting for this— hope your holiday season was filled with fun. I <3 soft harry.

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The morning show had gone great, despite the mountains of tension between you and Harry. Maybe no one else picked up on it, and you were just hyper aware of his every glance and touch.

Hell, maybe you were even reading into it. Maybe last night was just a one off thing. A spur of the moment—never to be talked about— kind of thing. It could’ve meant nothing.

You’d woken up together, his alarm blaring from his phone further down the his mattress. You’d groaned together, collectively complaining about how fucking early it was. But not once mentioned last night, or the fact you woke up together.

But you didn’t have another chance to talk about it— when he and Anne dropped you all off at the airport he hugged you last out of the boys— it was a tight hug, paired with a whispered, ‘I’ll call you when you’re home.’

So you are unsure where everything stands. And you’d been left to mull it over in the uncomfortable airport chairs that you’d already been in for far too long.

You’d been in this damn airport far too long.

You suppose now though, the whole thing with you and Harry is the currently the least of your problems.

The rest of the boys are probably home by now.

“Assholes.” You mutter, cursing them for that exact reason.

Your gate had begun to quieten down since the announcement of the delay.

The boys flights were hardly an hour after you got to the airport, yours on the other hand was about 5.

Within those 5 hours, a storm had came crashing over this part of the UK.

Now you were without accomodation for the next 16 hours, which was apparently the earliest they could reschedule.

It was already 9:30pm– so you didn’t know what to do with yourself, it’s a long time to wait around in the airport.

You knew it was gonna be hard to get a hotel room, given how many flights had been delayed this last minute.

So, you sat for a minute and contemplate it. Without many other options you opened your phone and rung the only person who you could think of. The only person you had been thinking of.

You pressed your lips together as it rung, and on the fourth ring his voice came through.

“Y/N, love?” He sounded a little raspy, tired.

“Harry, im so sorry— you weren’t asleep were you?” You say, quickly feeling apologetic.

“No, no— jus’ laying down on the couch watching friends, why? It’s like 9:30 shouldn’t you be on your flight?”

“Yea uh… I am supposed to be.” Your voice faltered a little at the end, you just wanted to go home. You were already emotionally exhausted, and this on top was proving to be a bit much.

You glance outside the airport windows trying to distract yourself— not wanting to start having a mental breakdown in the middle of the airport and draw unwanted attention your way. It had got dark hours ago but it was clearly bucketing down rain.

“What happened?” He asked, immediately sounding concerned at your wavering voice.

“Is it not raining at your place? It torrential here, my flight got delayed.” You laugh a little, without humour.

“No it’s not— how far back was it pushed?”

“16 hours, not till 1pm tomorrow.” You sigh.

“Holy shit…” He audibly gasps through the speaker.

“I hate to be asking, but is it ok if I catch a taxi or an Uber back yours? I don’t think I’m gonna find anywhere to st—“

“Y/N, you are not catching a taxi or an Uber, I’m coming to get you.” He states, and you hear him shuffling in the background. Keys getting pulled from a drawer.

“You don’t have to come get me, I’m fine to get there—“

He cuts you off again, “Nope, I’m getting in the car now, I’ll be there in about an hour.”

“Harry, I swear I’ll be ok!” You feel terrible, knowing he is probably just as tired as you are.

“See y’soon, stay warm. Buy somethin’ to eat and drink while you wait, love. Call you when I get there.” You hear the engine start, you don’t even have time to protest anymore because he hangs up on you.

You groan aloud, frustration mixed with gratitude coursing through you.

Standing from the chair you’d been sitting in, you stretch. Sunglasses and beanie pulled over your face to try and prevent people from recognising you.

Even though you felt guilty he was driving all this way to get you, you were also relieved. trying to get an Uber somewhere, especially with your status is anxiety inducing to say the least.

You just hoped he drove safe in this weather.

You decide to go and buy food, sourcing a place that served your favourites.

The hour dragged on after you’d ate, and you felt drowsy. You were sitting at one of the tables closer to the exit, charging your phone when it rung.

When you answered, Harry of course was on the other side of the line.

“Hey sweet, sorry for the wait. I’m out the front.” You smile with relief, glad he was here safe.

“Thank you so much, H. I’m coming out now—“

“I parked in the 5 minute ones, you’ll see my car.”

You quickly chuck your charger into your bag, grabbing your suitcase and head straight for the sliding doors.

A blast of freezing wind hits you as you walk out, and you feel it to your bones.

True to his word, you spot Harry’s car a few metres away, and you were grateful he got such a close park.

He gets out the moment he sees you, popping the trunk.

“Are you ok?” He asks the second you’re close enough to hear him over the wind and rain, grabbing your face between his warm hands.

“Mmhm— just emotionally burnt out. Thank you for coming to get me.” You smile, his concern endearing.

He nods, relief thrumming through him. He picks up your suitcase, placing it into his trunk.

You both hurry into his car, trying to get out of the cold.

It’s perfectly warm in there, and you strap into the passenger side.

“You didn’t have to come all this way. I appreciate it though.” You whisper.

“Yes I did. I know you’re safe, and that we’ll get home together in one piece. That is worth endlessly more than an hour drive.”

You feel his words seep into the centre of your chest, warm and soft. You reach your hand over to grab his, squeezing it.

You don’t move it and he starts to drive, and you both talk about random stuff as you usually do together. It half lulls you to sleep, your head leaning against the window.

This hour went much faster, the highway was quiet and his home town even quieter.

You pull into his childhood home, and he turns the engine off.

You force your head up, shaking your limbs out. “I’m awake.”

He laughs at you trying to convince yourself. You slide out the car door, legs feeling a little numb as they try to hold you up.

He grabs your suitcase out for you, wheeling it to the access door and unlocking it.

The lamps are dimly lit, and the TV not properly turned off— it was clear he had left in a moments notice.

“Thank you.” You say, for what had to be the 12th time.

“Stop thanking me, Y/N.” He chuckles.

It was nearly midnight now, and he walked over to flick everything off.

“Is Anne asleep?”

“Yea, mum went to bed pretty early— was too early a start for her this morning. Or yesterday, seeing it’s nearly midnight.”

“I’m feeling her, I could’ve fell asleep at the damn airport.”

You trudge towards the stairs, carrying up your suitcase.

He quickly follows you up once everything downstairs is off.

You stop at the top, placing your bag down with a quiet thump and a pant— it was physical workout, considering how much your bag weighed. It baffles you how Harry carries it like it weighs nothing.

Your eyes flit over to the window without even thinking, straight to where you’d shared that kiss. The one you’d been replaying in your head since it happened.

Your first, and very perfect kiss together.

He’s standing behind you quietly, clocking where your eyes are looking. And he’s reliving the exact same memory as you.

He draws in a breath, trying to stabilise his emotions— his fingertips burning with the pure need to touch you.

You swallow at the thought of stumbling into his room last night, realising you just assumed you were staying in there tonight as well.

“Forget where you’re going, sweet?” He runs his hand down your back.

The touch leaves goosebumps in its wake.

“No… just- distracted.” You mumble, allowing him to slip past you and lead you into his room.

It smells just like him as you walk in, and it will never fail to overwhelm you. How perfect his scent is.

“Mmm, I bet.” He says ambiguously.

“What is that supposed to mean.” It slips out of your mouth shyer than you intended.

He turns, locking eyes with you, “I think you know exactly what I mean by that.”

“I don’t.” You say, defiantly.

He moves carefully closer, “you don’t?”

It’s a challenge when it comes from his mouth, you can only shake your head.

He kisses the pulse point on your neck, just how he had under the mistletoe— except this time he takes the skin between his lips, giving it a harsh suck.

“Remind you at all?” He pulls away an inch, and the blood has rushed into your cheeks— so much so they felt like they were on fire.

You don’t say anything. You don’t know how. Your lips move, but nothing comes out.

“How about this…” he trails up to your parted lips, ghosting over them.

You were awake now. Your whole body pulsing with the thoughts of where his hands— and lips— could touch.

“Harry…” you whined, and the noise was enough to have him seeing stars.

He slid his hands down to the small of your back, tugging you as close as possible.

“I swear, you are unreal, Y/N.” He sighs into your cheek.

You push your lips back into his, and he parts them for you straight away.

You slip your tongue into his mouth, savouring the feeling of it. Allowing yourself to map it out with gradual strokes.

He’s panting already, and he pushes you back, both of you stumbling into the middle of his bed.

He ends up taking the lead again, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth— knowing the kind of reaction it spiked in you last time.

You moan into his mouth, and glide your hand into his soft hair, pulling at the roots.

His have found their way up your shirt, cupping your breasts through the bra you’re wearing.

“If you want to stop—“ he says, breathlessly, “now is the time, because I don’t know if I can do this again.”

The room around you falls quiet and you cautiously look to meet his gaze.

“What do you mean?” You ask— little to no clue what he’s implying, a little panic rising in your chest.

He stares at you, serious, hands roaming down to your lower back.

“Kiss you like this, have you moaning like this— and not have you come because of me atleast twice.”

“Leaving you to fall asleep next to me— wet enough I could feel it through your sleep shorts, and not have anything done about it— is something I am not having happen again.” His words made you shiver, and his admission last night to how bad he wanted to make you finish on his face was ringing in your ears.

“What about Anne?”

“To hell with it.” He huffs, peeling his tshirt over his head, “She’ll be dead to the world at this hour— just try to keep quiet.”

“If this is what you want to do, anyway?” He clarifies, “And if y’wanna stop at anytime y’know y’can.”

“God, Harry you don’t understand how bad I want to feel you.” You affirm, pulling your own sweatshirt off, “I promise I’ll be quiet.”

“Thank you, darling. As much as I’d love to hear your pretty moans…” his sentence trails off, kissing the top of your breasts as he lays you down.

“Want your mouth on me.” You plead, the thought of it being enough to have you clenching around nothing.

“I’m sure you do, ‘specially after I put it in your head last night. Have you been thinking about it all day, hmm?” He teases, shifting down your body.

“Yea— yea I have.” You confess with a whine.

He raises his brows, trailing wet kisses down your stomach.

“What about before? You ever got off to the thought of my tongue in your pussy?” He smirks, knowing he’s venturing into uncharted territory— admissions of want, prior to your first kiss.

“Your ego would love to hear a yes wouldn’t it.” You tease a little, even though it would be a lie to say you haven’t conjured up small fantasies of him late at night. Ones where he’s got more than just his head between your legs.

“Oh, it would. But I think I already know the answer, going off how hot and bothered I’m making you.”

Which is true, you’re squirming beneath him, unconsciously arching up your lower half trying to get any kind of friction.

“Can I take these off?” He asks with warm hands tucked into your waistband, waiting for your curt nod before he shucks your pants down, your panties half going with it.

The energy shifts, his hands coming to a halt.

Like the realisation of what he’s doing and who he’s touching like this has come crashing down, just from seeing your lower half laid bare for him.

Harry is your best friend, your bandmate. Someone who you never thought would actually have their hands on you like this.

“Fuck. Look at you.” The sight of you looking up at him like that, all doe-eyed and shy had his cock aching.

His hands slip back into motion, but this time with less urgency.

He pulls both your pants and underwear off your legs, tossing them somewhere on his floor.

He pushes a finger through your slit, “This why you’re so wet? Been waiting for me to get my mouth on you for longer than you admitted.”

“Please, Harry.”

You push your hips into his touch, groaning into the sheets of his bed as he draws slow circles on your clit.

He leans to press a kiss into the crease of your thigh, so close to where you want him most.

Licking a stripe along the same spot, you begin to plead, “Please just touch me. Need it…”

“My poor girl is so needy. Cant even wait a second for me to get my tongue on her.” He coos, but gives in either way, letting his tongue push through your wet slit.

You’re trying so hard to hold back the moans as he flicks and sucks your clit, but fuck is this the best oral you’ve ever had.

Most guys you’ve been with rush through it, wanting to get it over with because it does nothing to please them. But Harry is clearly a giver, and gets a lot out of pleasing someone like this.

“Jesus Christ, you’re gonna make me come so fast.” You cry, an arm getting thrown over your face as you arch into every movement he makes.

He smiles into you, moving his mouth to your entrance, pushing his tongue in a bit before dragging back up to you clit— his nose bumping it in just the right spot.

Another moan comes out of you, unbridled as your cunt flutters in sync with the licks he’s placing against you.

He swaps between your clit and entrance, making sure both are getting the attention they deserve. Fast firm strokes along you— paired with kisses and sucks — are having you come undone faster than you’d expected.

“Shhh, baby, been doing so well f’me, can feel how close you are.” He pushes a finger into you, and you have to bite down on your lip to try and keep yourself quiet.

Pushing in another finger, he grunts, “God, you’re tight.”

“Been awhile…” you spoke, voice wavering— it sounding distant in your own head.

He hummed into you, the vibration of it pulsing through the whole of your body.

Curse words were flying out your lips, which you were trying so hard to keep shut. But every lap of his tongue against you had your resolve to keep quiet slipping through your grasp.

“I’m going to come, H. Hard.” You moaned— it was tearing out of you loudly, and you tired to muffle it with the crook of your arm.

“You can come, darling, ‘round my fingers and mouth like a good girl.”

His permission and praise was all you needed to tip over the edge, your cunt spasming around his fingers that were still pumping in and out of you.

He licked through your slick until you couldn’t breathe, your legs closing around his head trying to get him off your sensitive nerves.

Your breath was laboured as he pulled back, placing a final kiss on your stomach before making his way back up your body.

“Thank you…” you tiredly said, laying with your eyes half-lidded on his bed. And although you felt like you could fall asleep, there was no way you could not let him fuck you properly after that.

You pushed yourself up, and moved onto his lap.

He watched you carefully, a question in his eyes.

That was answered as you ground your hips carefully into his, the fabric of his sweatpants sending a zip up your spine.

“We don’t have to, sweet. Not if your tired.” His hand fell to your hip.

But when his mouth is still glistening with your arousal and cock is so hard underneath you, how could you not?

“I know, Harry. I really want to though.” You sigh into his neck, arms wrapped around his shoulders as you rubbed yourself along his fabric-covered boner.

All of the little noises coming from the back of his throat were sounded into your ear, and knowing how good this must be making him feel charged you to keep going.

“That’s right. Rub yourself through it Y/N. Over my cock, dripping all onto my pants.” His tone was deep, dipped in honey as he spoke to you.

You moaned as he snapped his hips upwards to meet the movement of your own.

“I’m clean and on the pill.” You say into his ear, shuddering. You have never wanted anything more.

He pauses, realisation at what your insinuating.

“Are you a hundered percent sure? Because I trust that you’re clean. And so am I.”

You start moving your hips again, “a thousand percent.”

“Can just imagine how easy m’gonna slip into you.” He traces patterns along the base of your spine.

“Just want to make you feel good, H.” You kiss the warm skin of his neck, taking it into your lips and biting it gently.

“Fuck, well y’already doing a good job of that.”

Your hand travels to his waistband, and he allows you to pull him out of his boxers.

He’s thick in your hand, heavy just as you’d imagined. But it’s so much better than you’d thought. He’s warm and smooth, head of him as pink as his lips.

You stroke along it, thumb brushing over his tip, dragging the pre-come that had leaked out down his shaft, indulging in his grunts that are sounding in your ear.

You shift up on your knees— unable to wait any longer, rubbing the head of his cock through your folds with a mutual gasp.

You rub a few circles on your clit with it, until your knees feel like they’re going to buckle. Which no better a time to line him up with your entrance.

“God— are you going to ride me?” He moans, holding you still with his hands for a moment.

“Is that ok?”

“That is so fucking hot.” He states, eyes pinching closed.

You sink yourself into him, feeling the stretch of your cunt as it tries to accomodate his large size.

You scrape your nails down his back as you get to the base of him, moaning in sync with one another.

“Oh my god.” His stomach muscles are clenching, “don’t move.”

The walls of his room seem to be spinning around him, and he inhales a deep breath in attempt to ground himself.

His hands rest on the peak of your hips, as he shudders out the same breath he just took in, “Sorry— you’re just so fuckin’ warm and tight.”

“You’re huge.” You whimper in response.

“Taking it so well. Knew you would, knew you’d be so snug around my cock. Always wanted to have you moan like this for me.” The words spill like a lust-drunk confession from his mouth.

You can’t even find anything to say back, just a passionate kiss over his lips.

“Can move now.” He says into your mouth.

Your hips gradually begin to move, starting with slow and precise rolls that have you both panting against each other.

His cock twitched inside you as you picked up the pace, bouncing up and down on him— your fingers finding their way down to your clit.

All you could feel was the hot burning pleasure in the pit of your stomach, and so much was coming from your mouth but you couldn’t even tell what it was. Just a mixture of swearing, moans and his name.

“Shh, sweet girl— fuck— know it feels so good but you have to stay quiet.” He cups your jaw, sealing your lips with another kiss.

The heat radiating off both of your bodies was searing, paired with the fiery pleasure in your stomachs, it could fight off even the coldest of December days.

His other hand replaced your own, and worked your clit better than you ever could. His long fingers swirling your bud in fast circles that matched your every bounce.

His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, desperately trying to hush his own groans. It was a sight to see him, his flushed face and messy brown curls— how he was trying just as hard to hold back.

“You’re so warm. Riding me so well.” He praises you with a grunt, stroking your clit with more pressure. You couldn’t even manage to respond, your thoughts were beyond muddled, and they only got worse as he increased the speed of his fingers.

The feeling of his cock sliding through your walls had your jaw fall completely lax, your hot breath fanning across his damp skin.

His only free hand travelled to your breast, kneading the warm flesh there, tweaking your nipple with gentle fingers.

“Oh god, oh god— Harry!” Every touch was clashing together into one euphoric feeling, your whole body shaking.

Your muscles were clenched taut, like a rubber band getting pulled tighter and tighter— and you were about to snap.

“Fuck, come around my cock— wanna feel it.”

His hips are bucking up to meet your bounces, he’s hitting every spot inside you.

“Harry— I’m going to— I’m gonna come.” You cried into his shoulder.

Praise is pouring from his mouth, and all it takes is a final flick of your clit too have you knocked of all your air.

Your jaw drops, teeth hitting Harry’s sharp collarbone, mantras of his name coming breathlessly from your mouth.

“God you’re perfect— squeezing so perfectly around me.” He moans, still playing with your clit.

“Please come, baby. Want you to fill me up.” You plead— tugging the roots of his hair, trying to keep up the pace of your bounces despite the blinding pleasure.

“Fuckk.” He comes within seconds of hearing you beg for it, his hips stuttering to meet your thrusts— his abdomen flexing under your fingers.

You ride him to the point your eyes are tearing up with the overstimulation, ensuring you get every drop of warm come you can from him.

Eventually you come to a halt at the base of him, now that both your orgasms have dulled out and he’s softening inside you.

You kiss his temple, hands coming up to wrap around his shoulders.

“You were so good for me, love.” He whispers.

You slip out of him, missing how he filled you up immediately. He rolled you both over before you could think about it too much, and your legs wrapping around his middle.

You looked down at the moth tattoo situated between your legs, and boldly you state, “I’d ride this too if I wasn’t so tired.”

His brows shoot up as you say that, your fingers beginning to outline the tattoo gingerly.

“You’re gonna give me another boner if you keep this up.” His voice falling a tone deeper.

A laugh sounds from you, and you cuddle up into his chest, “Sorry, but not really.” You say.

He plays with your hair, “Asshole.”

Your falling into a drowsy state, “Are you plaiting my hair?”

He hums a yes, “d’ya have a hair tie for it?”

“On my wrist.” You huff out a laugh, and you pull your hand from around his neck so he can pull it off.

He ties it, and kisses your forehead.

“Goodnight Y/N.” He whispers, seeing your shut eyes.

“Goodnight Harry.” You whisper back, pausing for a few seconds— then daring to say what’s been lingering on the tip of your tongue all night.

“I love you.” It’s a hush confession, one your too tied to care if you’re gonna regret it.

He looks down at you, through his own half-lidded eyes, “fuck, I love you too. So much.”

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[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - ‘i’m in love with a skater boy’

synopsis: inspired by the lyrics by the song ‘skaterboy’ of avril Lavigne… i didn’t know how to call this post 😅

warnings: swears here and there

type: fluff!

member: justin phan x female reader

this one was requested by @yawnzzznnn ! thank you so much!

reblogs & likes are very appreciated! also, i was supposed to do bf/gf sort of hc but i thought strangers to friends would be better for this one :)) hope you will all like it!

If you didn’t know, nsb did a skateboarding video about one or two years ago

The video was very funny, pls go watch it

And from what i watched (the ice skating and skateboarding video), justin is two different person 🤣

(More under the cut!)

He is so good with ice skating, like man says he’s a beginner 🥱 He is def kidding us.

On the other hand, skateboarding is a bit more ‘difficult’ for him..

I mean, it’s not difficult, like he was pretty good, but he didn’t had the same flow he had during the ice skating thing, you know?

But when he saw you???? Skateboarding??? And being good???

Bro was not okay

“Holy shit…”

you were doing cool tricks with the skateboard and it was so smooth??

Justin lost it 🤪

First off, he thought u were cute

Really cute acc

Like the way u moved and how big your smile was when you did the move correctly… god his heart was pumping

His goal was now to impress you

Did it work? Only YOU can tell us! 🥰

Like in the video, we can see him trying to do skateboarding tricks with his foot, so i think he would do something like that

He would practise so much lol

“C’mon Justin, you can do that”

Yes, he would encourage himself

After a few (un)successful tries, you would go help him bc man was doing nothing but the trick lol

Justin be like: 🛹 🚶🏻

“Do you need help…?”

YOU HAD THE GUTS TO GO TALK TO HIM

We all know how justin isn’t the type to do the first move so when he saw YOU doing the first move… man’s heart was pumping!

”Oh hum… yeah, i think i do..”

you guys would literally help each others out

you have patience bc in the video justin just gave up 😭 he rlly said “fuck that shit” and went to sit on a banch

Also, he would def try to do skateboarding moves like you did

“Did i do it right? Was it smooth?”

It was anything but smooth

“Awesome! I’m becoming better and better”

At the end of the day, Justin would be sooo much better

He would ask for your number and use the excuse « so you can continue to help me »

Sure, jp, sure

Next thing you know, you went on an ice skating date with him

And let’s just say that it was your turn to be helped…😅

I don’t really like this headcanon… 😅 sorry, but i tried my best! I think strangers x lovers type of headcanon isn’t my thing, so I’ll stick with bf/gf type of hc lol

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