#there's beauty in the scary parts of life too. even when the storm is here there's beauty in life

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Hopelessly Devoted

BuckyBarnes x Reader

summary: It's so simple sometimes. You meet the right person, and it all falls into place. Bucky never imagined he'd get this lucky. So what better way to remember it than on the second-best day of his life?

a/n: Hi, this is me describing every Bucky fangirl’s experience ever… and then a little more. This might be a song imagine? I don’t know, it’s heavily inspired at least.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: none, really, none - everything is good here, stay as long as you like 💕 - fluff

･���✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕��𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ

consider listening to: Butterflies (feat. AURORA) - Tom Odell

“Hi, I’m Bucky.”

That was all it took. That was it. Three simple words and you were at a loss for yours. 

He had that charm hidden in the corner of his smile and still evident even now. A confident smugness is etched on his features when he flirts with you. But you have learned that it is not just there, in the dark edges of his lips. It is in the crinkles of his eyes when he laughs, too. It is in the touch of his fingertips when they stroke over your skin. And it is in the whisper of his voice when he mumbles sweet nothings into your ear. 

‘Follow me.’ He’d say, dragging you down alleyways in Brooklyn and telling you stories upon stories of his and Steve’s adventures a hundred years ago. And you would listen, hang onto his lips like sugar, eyes big and wondrous in childlike admiration. Bucky would tell you every little detail, simply because he loves seeing the expressions on your face turn. You listen to him - actually, listen. And while he’d been in positions like this in his life before, especially as a Sergeant, he has never experienced this kind of attention. Your listening is laced with adoration and love and respect and awe and so many more beautiful things that prevent him from ever stopping to tell you about his past. 

He is not that open, normally. Not towards many people, at least. And you know that, which is why you also have a tinge of gratefulness within your attention. It is also the reason you let him talk for hours. Even if sleep fights to overtake your mind, even if you have important things to do, even if the world would come crashing down, you’d listen to him. Because Bucky is special.

It didn’t take long for you to realize just how special he is to you. But it sure took some time for you to say something. 

Months of pining and watching him from corners of the room, wishing you were in his arms instead. They’re warm and strong, and the kisses that accompany them when he encases you in them hold so many promises. 

Now he’s yours. And he’s about to make that promise forever.

❁ ❁ ❁

Klick, klick... bam!

There, it happened.

He’s in love. Just like that - clicked into place like the puzzle piece he never knew he missed. 

It is a little scary, but who cares when it feels like that? Like thunder and warm tea, like cuts and soothing kisses, like... butterflies. But wild ones, the ones brave enough to fly out in the storm. He’s invincible when he’s with you. There is nothing holding him back from being on top of the world. And it's the strangest feeling, really. 

There are no more empty heartbeats pumping cool blood through a body he was sure has died many years ago. The second you look at him, all of him comes back to life. He is able to experience living again. And he wants to do it with you - over and over again. God, people have told him how incredible this feeling is, but experiencing it is like unlocking a different part of himself. Sometimes Bucky feels as though he’s watching someone else’s life. And he’s just a random passerby that gets to experience a glimpse of his dream. But then your fingers graze his skin, and he is reminded that this is in fact real. You are real. And there is nothing more amazing than that.

From the first day, you had that kind smile and those special eyes - the ones that can see through every wall he tries to put up. You can see his emotions with them, Bucky is sure. And for the first time in a long, long, time, he’s not scared of having his mind read. It feels natural to let you do it - it feels safe. He wants to share it with you - especially the things he can’t say because he simply doesn’t know how. He’s grateful you have that power. 

So, Bucky knew it the second he met you, that you are impossible to get over, even if he’d never get to have you. But when he’s watching those promising eyes stare up at him, he cannot keep himself from smiling.

Now you’re his. And you’re about to make that promise forever.

❁ ❁ ❁

The audience is watching you intently, but there’s only Bucky and you. Everything else is a blur of white and green in your peripherals. Bucky is holding your hand, and the heat spreading from his body to yours relaxes you. His fingers are trembling a little, but Bucky doesn’t care. He’s happy. Possibly the happiest he’s ever been, and at the same time not the happiest he’ll ever be - because that is to come, with every day adding on to this one.

Your name falls from his lips and you gasp at the raspiness in his voice. “From the moment I saw you, I knew it. I knew you were my happiness.” A smile breaks through his face - even wider than the one before. “Two years ago, I thought I was okay. I thought I had arrived in the life destined for me. It wasn’t a great one, but it was better than anything I could have hoped for. And then you happened - just stepped into my life with that sunshine smile of yours - and I realized that you could give me so much more than I thought I needed. I’ve gotten so used to your warmth by now, but I’ll never take it for granted. I just...” Bucky has to stop and catch his breath, but when he does he smiles at you again and his eyes are soft. “I don’t think I would survive without you now.”

He’s crying, and there’s something so wonderful about the tears leaving his eyes. They wash him clean of all the fear his old self holds. There is nothing scary as long as he can face it with you.

“I love you, so much.” A look at your fingers in his, and a tear settles on your skin, shooting a wave of goosebumps up your arm. “You don’t know it, but you saved my life.”

His eyes lock with yours again. Warm blue swimming in salty water - they’re happy. He’s happy. You have not realized that you have held your breath the whole time. There was no way to concentrate on breathing when you could feel every word of his stroking through your body in warm heaves. Bucky bites his lip as he watches your eyes shine with tears as well. There is so much more he could say. He could fill a week’s worth of hours talking about how much he appreciates you - but he settles for the few vulnerable words he released for everyone to hear. The rest is for you to read in his touch and stare, in his smile and the kiss he is about to share with you. He’s getting all giddy thinking about it. He’s done it a million times before, but this is it. The Kiss that settles it all.

You send an encouraging smile his way, and he slowly nods as his hands squeeze yours softly.

“When you touch me, I feel butterflies.” Oh, you hadn’t planned to just blurt it out like that. But it just happened. There was so much swirling in your head, the text you have rehearsed is suddenly not enough to do him justice. A small giggle rustles through the crowd, but you don’t care how childish it sounds. It’s true, and it’s the best feeling ever.

“I’ve known it for so long, I have. But feeling it every day anew surprises me. You are amazing, and kind and so incredibly thoughtful. Being with you feels like being myself. And I love that you can make me feel this way.” A tear rushes down your cheek, and Bucky struggles to keep his hand in yours instead of wiping it away. “I’m so lucky - I think it every time I think of you. And I thank the universe for gifting me your heart. Because, for whatever reason, I was worth it.” You have to pause for a moment to catch your breath, but his touch grounds you. There are too many things you want to say, and it would still not be enough. So you settle for the most important one. “I love you, Bucky. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You share a shy look with him, letting all the feelings flow through your body. The room is listening in anticipation when you both say your ‘I-dos’ and even though you know there would not be any surprises, your chest feels freer in a way. Bucky struggles to let go of your hands to turn to Steve, who is handing him the ring. And as he slides the delicate metal on your finger, he can’t stop the small sob from escaping his lips. It’s too amazing, too overwhelming - but at the same time, a feeling he doesn’t want to let go of, either. Your hands tremble when they carefully trace over the gold carving on his vibranium finger. Whatever is said rushes by you in a blur and you can only register the smile on Bucky’s face brightening even more. His hands reach out to you and press you to his body until his nose touches yours and his thumb gently strokes over your cheek.

It’s the moment before the fireworks go off, the second before the sprint, the little shimmer of excited heart race before the confetti explodes in bright and vibrant colors.

“I’m gonna love you 'til the day I die,” you mouth in perfect unison before capturing that promise with a searing kiss, letting the explosion paint your love on the walls for everyone to see.

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𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

Sam, Dean, and Y/N are still in the freshly dug grave, staring at Angela's empty coffin.

"They buried the body four days ago," Y/N says.

"I don't get it," In the light of the flashlight, he sees something carved into the inside of the coffin. "Look."

"What is that?" Y/N asks.

"I'm not sure."

"I've seen these kinds of symbols before," Dean says.

==

Dean pounds heavily on the door. He's very agitated.

"Dean. Take it easy, okay?" Sam says. Dr. Mason opens the door.

"You're Angie's friends, right?"

"Dr. Mason..." Y/N says softly.

"We need to talk," Dean says harshly. Y/N elbows him in the stomach, and Dr. Mason looks at the three.

"Well, then, come in."

"Thanks," Sam and Y/N say.

==

The four are now in Dr. Mason's office.

"You teach Ancient Greek. Tell me," Dean unwraps paper, "What are these?" He asks. He shows Dr. Mason the paper on which he's copied the symbols from the grave.

"I don't understand. You said this had something to do with Angela."

"It does. Please, just humor me."

"They're part of an ancient Greek divination ritual."

"Used for necromancy, right?"

"That's right."

"See, before we came over here, we stopped by the library and did a little homework ourselves. Apparently, they used rituals like this one for communicating with the dead. Even bringing corpses back to life. Full-on zombie action," Dean says.

"Yes. I mean, according to the legends. Now, what's all this about?" Sam and Y/N, watching Dr. Mason's face, are having doubts. Dean pushes on.

"I think you know."

"Dean," Y/N says.

"Look, I get it. Okay? There are people that I would give anything to see again. But what gives you the right?"

"Dean!" Sam yells.

"What are you talking about?"

"What you brought back isn't even your daughter anymore. These things are vicious, they're violent, they're so nasty they rot the ground around them. I mean, come on, haven't you seen Pet Sematary?"

"You're insane," Dr. Mason says, and he walks over to the phone.

"Where is she?" Dean asks.

"Get out of my house," He starts dialling the phone; Dean knocks it out of his hand.

"I know you're hiding her somewhere. Where is she?!"

"Dean! Stop, that's enough! Dean, look!" Y/N says, grabbing Dean's jacket, pointing to a row of plants by the window. "Beautiful, living plants." She turns to Dr. Mason. "We're leaving."

"I'm calling the police," Dean pulls out of Y/N's grip and storms for the door, Y/N following.

"Sir, we're sorry. We won't bother you again."

==

Dean walked down the steps and along the sidewalk, followed by an angry Y/N and Sam.

"What the hell is the matter with you, Dean?" She speaks.

"Back off."

"That man is innocent! He didn't deserve that!"

"Okay, so she's not here, maybe he's keeping her somewhere else."

"Stop it! That's enough, okay? Enough!" Sam shouts.

"Guys, I know what I'm doing."

"No, you don't. At all. Dean, I don't scare easy, but man, you're scaring the crap out of me," Y/N says.

"Don't be overdramatic, Y/N."

"You're lucky this turned out to be a real case. Because if it wasn't you would have just found something else to kill," Sam says. The three stop walking.

"Wha-"

"You're on edge, you're erratic - except for when you're hunting, because then you're downright scary. You're tail spinning, man. And you refuse to talk about it and you won't let us help you."

"I can take care of myself, thank," Dean says, and the three start walking again.

"No, you can't. And you know what? You're the only one who thinks you should have to. Y/N dealt with it because she asked for help. If Y/N can ask for help, then you can. You don't have to handle this on your own, Dean, no one can."

"Sam, if you're bringing up Dad's death one more time, I swear..." The three stop again.

"Stop. Please, Dean, it's killing you. Please. We've already lost Dad. We've lost Mom. I've lost Jessica. And now we're going to lose you too? Then I'm going to lose Y/N because she'll probably get herself killed over you."

"We better get out of here before the cops come," Sam and Y/N frown at him. "I hear you. Okay? Yeah, I'm being an ass. And I'm sorry. But right now, we've got a friggin' zombie running around, and we need to figure out how to kill it," Sam and Y/N laugh. "Right?"

"Our lives are weird, Guys."

"You're telling us? Come on," Dean says.

==

Back in their motel room, Dean is pacing, Sam sitting on the bed with John's journal, and Y/N sits beside him.

"We can't just waste it with a head shot?"

"Dude. You've been watching way too many Romero flicks," Y/N says.

"You're telling me there's no lore on how to smoke 'em," Dean goes to sit at the table by the window.

"No, Dean, I'm telling you there's too much. I mean, there's a hundred different legends on the walking dead, but they all have different methods for killing them," Y/N continues.

"Is there anything they all have in common?"

"No. But a few said -- setting them on fire, uh, one said, where is it? Right here. Feeding their hearts to wild dogs."

"That's my personal favorite," Y/N adds, Dean grimaces.

"I mean, who knows what's real and what's myth?" Sam continues.

"Silver's a start."

"Yeah. But now how are we going to find Angela?"

"We've got to figure out the person who brought her back," Dean says.

"Any ideas?"

"I think if it's not her dad it might be that guy Neil."

"Neil?" Dean and Sam ask.

"Yep," Y/N stands and crosses the room to pick up the pink diary.

"How'd you come up with that?" Sam asks.

"Well, you've got your journal, I've got mine," She looks down at the diary and starts reading. "Neil's a real shoulder to cry on, he so understands what I'm going through with Matt." There's more in here where that came from. It's got unrequited Duckie love written all over."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean he brought her back from the dead."

"Hmm. Did I mention he's Professor Mason's TA? Has access to all the same blocks," Y/N says. Sam and Dean look speculative.

==

The three go to Neil's house. Dean, Sam, and Y/N break in; the house is dark and quiet.

"Hello? Neil?! It's your grief counselors - we've come to hug," Dean announces, pulling out a gun. Sam and Y/N exchange glances.

"Silver bullets?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, enough to make her rattle like a change purse," Dean replies. They start stalking through the house, Dean leading with the gun out. They notice wilted plants by a window and find the entrance to the basement. Dean nods at it.

"Unless it's where he keeps his porn..."

"I swear if that's a Sex Torture Dungeon, I will cry," Y/N quips. Sam opens the door, and Dean leads the way down the stairs to the room they saw earlier. It is empty.

"Oh my god, thank you," Y/N mutters.

"Sure, looks like a zombie pen to me," Dean comments.

"Yeah. An empty one. You think Angela's going after somebody?" Y/N asks. Dean finds a loose grate and pulls it aside -- it leads out, somewhere.

"Nah, I think she went out to rent Beaches," Dean jokes.

"Look, smartass, she might kill someone. We gotta find her, Dean," Sam reminds him.

"Yeah. All right. She, uh, she clipped Matt because he was cheating, right?" Dean asks.

"Yeah."

"Well, it takes two to, you know, have hardcore sex," Dean says. Sam shakes his head at him.

"Trust Dean to make a joke like that," Y/N mutters.

"I don't know, it just seemed that, uh, Angela's roommate was broken up over Matt's death. I mean, like, really broken up," Dean continues.

==

Lindsey is sitting in the dim house looking at a framed picture of Matt and Angela. She hears a noise, gets up, and goes to the front door.

"Hello?" She's nervous. She opens the door, sees nothing. She turns, and Angela is there. Angela grabs her by the hair; Lindsey screams.

"Hi Lindsey, I'm home!" Lindsey breaks away from Angela, screaming. She runs into the kitchen; following, Angela picks up a pair of scissors from the counter. "You know what you did!"

"I'm sorry. I am so, so-"

"You're not sorry enough," Angela says, stabbing with the scissors. Lindsey ducks. Angela attacks again, and Lindsey goes down to the floor. As Angela advances, Lindsey kicks out, knocking Angela forward onto the scissors. Angela goes still. Lindsey gets up, cautiously shoves Angela's body over. The scissors are sticking out of her chest.

"Oh God. Oh god. Oh my god. Oh my god, oh, oh-" Lindsey says. Angela's eyes open; she grabs Lindsey by the hair and pulls the scissors out. As she pulls them both to standing, readying the scissors to stab Lindsey, several shots are fired, and Angela convulses. Dean, Y/N, and Sam, just entering; Y/N fires the gun again, right into Angela's chest. She screams and bolts out the window; Y/N follows. Sam and Dean run to Lindsey.

"Gotcha. We gotcha," Y/N says as she comes back through the window. "Damn, that dead chick can run."

"What now?" Sam asks.

"I say we go have a little chat with Neil."

==

Dean is driving the Impala; Sam is in the passenger's seat with the journal open. Y/N is in the back.

"So, the silver bullets, they did something, right?"

"Yeah, something, but not enough. What else you got?" Dean asks.

"Um, okay, besides silver, we have ... nailing the undead back into their grave beds. It's mentioned a few times. It's probably where the whole vampire staking lore came from."

"Their grave beds? You serious?"

"Yeah."

"How the hell are we going to get Angela back to the cemetery?"

==

The three arrive at Neil's office. Neil is sitting in the dark, nervous. The only light source being the desktop lamp. Dean, Y/N, and Sam enter.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"You know, I've heard of people doing some pretty desperate things to get laid, but you take the cake," Dean says.

"Okay. Who are you guys?"

"You might want to ask Angela that question," Y/N says.

"What?"

"We know what you did. The ritual? Everything," Neil scoffs.

"You're crazy."

"Your girlfriend's past her expiration date and we're crazy? When someone's gone, they should stay gone. You don't mess with that kind of stuff."

"Angela killed Matt. She tried to kill Lindsey."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Dean stomps over to the other side of the desk and hauls Neil up by the collar.

"Hey! No more crap, Neil. His blood is on your hands. Now. Me, him, and her can make this right, but you've gotta tell us where she is. Tell us!"

"My house. She's at my house," Dean lets him go, then sees several potted plants by the window. They're dead. He looks at Neil.

"You sure about that?" Y/N asks. Neil nods, looking around nervously. Y/N looks past him to see a closet, getting an idea. She raises her voice slightly.

"Listen. It doesn't really matter where she is. There's only one way to stop her. We've got to perform another ritual over her grave, to reverse the one that you did. We're going to need some black root, some scar weed, some candles... It's very complicated, but it'll get the job done. She'll be dead again in a couple of hours. I think you should come with us," Y/N looks to Neil. "I'm serious, Neil. Leave with us. Right now."

"No. No," Y/N leans in, lowering her voice again.

"Listen to me. Get out of here as soon as you can. But most of all, be cool. No sudden movements. Don't make her mad." Y/N turns to Sam and Dean. "Let's go." The three leave, leaving Neil alone, swallowing hard. Neil goes to the closet and opens it. Angela is there.

"You said you'd stay in the house."

"Sorry. I just needed to see you. Neil, please. You have to help me," She lowers her arms to show the stab and bullet wounds. He cringes.

"Oh, god."

"Come with me to the cemetery. Neil, they're trying to kill me, and she's gonna take you away from me. We have to stop them."

"You mean kill them," Neil says. Angela nods. "It's true. Matt and Lindsey."

"They hurt me! If you love me, you'll make sure nobody hurts me again. Take me to the cemetery. And then all this will be over. We can start new lives, together," Neil nods.

"Okay. God help me, but okay. I'll go get the car. Just, just wait here." He leaves. At his car, Neil is panting. He drops the keys when he tries to open the car; as he stands, Angela is there.

"Neil, you look nervous," Neil is trembling.

"No, I'm, I'm fine."

"Were you going to leave me? Leave me for that girl?"

"No, of course not."

"You were, weren't?! How could you? Neil, I loved you!"

"Angela," He grabs his head and wrenches it; with a crunch, his neck breaks, and he falls to the ground dead.

==

Around Angela's grave, Dean, Y/N, and Sam are lighting candles.

"You really think this is going to work?" Sam asks.

"No, not really. But it was the only thing I could come up with." They hear a noise, nod to each other. Y/N stands and pulls a gun from the small of her back. She stalks in the direction of the sound. Some distance away, she freezes, hearing something behind her. Angela advances towards her. She turns at the last minute and points the gun at Angela; she stops short.

"Wait! It's not what you think. I didn't ask to be brought back. But it's still me. I'm still a person. Please." After hearing her out, Y/N fires the gun, hitting her square in the forehead. She screams, her head snapping back. Then she bolts back towards the grave. Y/N tackles her, and she lands hard on the ground; she twists her head back. Dean fires at Angela, startling her back to standing. He shoots her several more times until she falls straight back into the open grave, landing in the empty coffin. Sam grabs a long metal stake and runs to the grave, sliding the last length on his knees and diving into the coffin. He buries the stake in her chest, pinning her in. Angela screams.

"Wait, don't--!!!!" Sam drives it further in. She gasps one last time, then goes limp. Sam pulls back, panting.

"What's dead should stay dead," Dean says, looking into the coffin.

==

Dean, Sam, and Y/N pat down the dirt over the grave, panting.

"Rest in peace," Sam says.

"Yeah. For good this time, okay?" They turn away, heading for the car. Sam grunts as he lifts the shovel over one shoulder.

"You know, that whole fake ritual thing, luring Angela into the cemetery? Pretty sharp," Sam says.

"Thanks."

"But did we have to use me as bait?" Y/N asks.

"I figured she might have gone after you because she didn't want any other girl going after Neil.

"I think she broke my hand," Dean and Sam laugh.

"You're just too fragile. We'll get it looked at later."

"I'll show you fragile," Y/N mutters. Dean turns back to Mary's grave, pausing.

"You want to stay for a while?" Sam asks.

"No." Sam and Dean walk away but Y/N stays.

"Goodbye, Mom," she says. She runs to catch up with her brothers. They drop their things in the trunk of the car and get in, Y/N following and jumping into the back seat. Dean in the driver's side. They drive away.

==

Driving along a highway, Dean is scowling. Sam and Y/N look at him, concerned. Dean pulls the car across the road to stop in the opposite shoulder. He gets out and sits on the hood. Sam and Y/N follow. Y/N goes around the car to sit next to Dean.

"Dean, what is it?" There is a pause.

"I'm sorry."

"You- for what?"

"The way I've been acting," Sam crosses to sit on the hood, close but not touching. There is a long pause. "And for Dad," Sam looks to him. "I mean, he was your dad too. And it's my fault that he's gone."

"It wasn't just you, Dean. We were both in the same boat."

"What are you talking about?" Sam asks.

"I know you've been thinking it -- so have I. Doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Back at the hospital, we made a full recovery. It was a miracle. And five minutes later Dad's dead and the Colt's gone."

"Guys."

"You can't tell me there's not a connection there. I don't know how the demon was involved. I don't know how the whole thing went down exactly. But Dad's dead because of us. And that much I do know."

"We don't know that. Not for sure."

"Sam... Y/N..." Dean starts crying. "You two and Dad...you're the most important people in my life. And now...we never should've come back, Sam. It wasn't natural. And now look what's come of it. We were dead. And we should have stayed dead. You wanted to know how I was feeling. Well, that's it." Y/N nods in agreement. "So tell me. What could you possibly say to make that all right?" Dean turns to look at Sam, who looks away, tears in his eyes. Dean then looks to Y/N, and she puts her hand on Dean's cheek and rubs his tears away, her own tears falling. She smiles sadly.

"We never forget. We never stop. And we keep fighting," she says. She pulls Dean's head onto her shoulder, and he silently cries.

[athenianwit]

love was something atticus had sworn off entirely before he came to the camp, believing it wasn't something he deserved. if his own father couldn't love him, what did that say about him? so instead, the son of athena caged off his own heart believing it was better to never love at all. the only thing he needed was his brain, the one thing of value he could bring. and then he met romeo, who had the key to his heart. for the first time in his thirty-five years of living, atticus felt like he was living. there were people he cared about, those he wanted to do better for, and those who he could imagine a future with. as scary as it was, he didn't to lock away that part of himself any longer. 

if romeo could see something in atticus that was worth loving, maybe he deserved this. to wake up with romeo and the first thing he saw was the others beautiful face, those beautiful green eyes looking at him the way nobody had ever looked at him before. over the span of just a few weeks, atticus learned that he was not only okay with loving someone but that he needed it.

"i-" taken aback, atticus didn't know how to handle someoe caring so deeply about him the way romeo did. the way his voice broke from the guilt he was experiencing right now, it felt so foreign to the doctor. "okay." he finally said after a moment or two. "it really hurt. i... i can't explain the pain, it wasn't just physical. it felt like my mind was being torn apart over and over." would it have been worse for the other godlings if they got stabbed? "i'm not used to this, someone caring about me. i've always had to rely on myself." he hated how much he felt shame for saying that outloud, he could almost feel his father's disgusted stare looking over him right now. "i don't want you to blame yourself. he targeted me because i was protecting you guys." once again the two were mirroring one another, too self critical of themselves. "next time i'll know to take a few steps back when you're using your power." 

"we're both alive and together. that's what matters to me right now."

the son of athena remained quiet for a few moments, letting romeo tell him about the dream and how bad it was. he couldn't imagine how terrible that must have been or how much it shook him up. their fingers laced together like one of atticus' tapestries he'd made, the godling felt the others heartbeat that seemed to be calm now. "you're still romeo valiente, bravest man i know." atticus tried to reassure romeo, it didn't matter if he had his divinity or not. "do you remember that first conversation we had at the lake?" the ball of his thumb brushed the teardrop from the others face. "you are here for a reason, romeo. your father, your true father, saw something in you and chose you to lead us for a reason." 

being carried upstairs to the others bedroom, atticus had his arms wrapped around the younger godlings neck. this was something he could get used to. "i know you can do it." being able to control a storm was an impossible feat, it was wild and chaotic, but atticus was confident that romeo could do it. with all that power at his disposal, it was almost too much for one person to handle. but zeus chose his son for a reason, he saw something in romeo that the other still hadn't fully tapped into yet.

once atticus got comfortable in the others bed, the stinging came to a stop. he may not be able to move much but this was the only place he wanted to be right now. "then it's a good thing i'll always be there to find you if you get lost." he squeezed the others hand, his thumb creating random patterns along the back of the other godlings hand. he'd travel through even the wildest of hurricanes and battle the elements to find romeo. their hearts two halves of the same, fitting together perfectly once they were reunited in this lifetime. atticus had gone his entire life without love and wasn't willing to lose it after only four weeks of knowing romeo. now he knew that they were meant to be,

maybe it's his birthright to have a heart encased in glass. to have his veins tethered to things, to people, that could shatter him to tiny fragments. he's taken risks before—law school, his feeble attempts at finding himself, accepting the song within his veins—but all of those things seem miniscule in comparison to a single thing: falling for atticus welby, opening that glass cage and putting his still beating heart into someone else's hands.

it's not been an easy acceptance. each morning when he wakes up next to atticus, the son of athena wrapped in his arms, curled into him, he has to remind himself that this is the life he's chosen. this is the life he's worked for. this is the life he deserves. sometimes, when the light creeps in from the floor to ceiling windows and illuminates the mountain range of his spine, the soft hills of his muscles, romeo valiente's breath catches in his throat. he has to stop and think—am i worthy of him? am i deserving of him?

he's unsure if the answer is yes, yet.

"the arena isn't fool proof. you still feel it when it happens." how many times has he used his powers in there and hurt someone, too? he knows he's electrified alejandro more than once. even when they spared and he could take it, he'd nearly taken him out beneath the hydra. he stares into atticus' eyes, a dark forest meets a damp meadow as he just stares, silent. "i should have been watching your back. i should have protected you. i promised you i would, that i'd keep you safe." he remembers a few nights ago—myths spilling from atticus' tongue before he swallowed him down, their own myths being sung into the sky with each moan and gasp.

"don't do that." romeo's voice is colder than usual, a brewing storm, settling when he looks at his atticus. "don't downplay your injuries just to make me feel better." slowly, hesitantly, his hand moves to rest on the son of athena's knee. "you were stabbed and the way you—the way it happened—" he shakes his head, eyes closing as he relives the moment. the knife going into atticus' back, the scream, the way there wasn't a wound until later on. "just—please don't act like what happened to you is lesser than anything that's happened to the rest of us."

he reaches forward to grab the makeshift ice pack. he moves to sit on the armrest of the chair and slowly lifts atticus' shirt up. he places the ice pack against the bruised wound, the cut marks. he closes his eyes and counts to ten this time, welling up behind closed eyelids: he's nothing but rage and guilt and shame. inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. "we can go in the morning or if you're still in too much pain during the night." it's a compromise, at the very least, even if romeo would rather go to the infirmary.

when atticus' palm curves around his cheek and jaw, romeo's eyes flutter up to look into atticus'. he feels something inside of him swell, like a gust of wind, like the hurricane inside of him expanding, like the eye of the storm washing over him.

safe, safe, safe; protected, calm.

he raises a hand, resting it on atticus', pulling it away to bring it to his lips. he kisses his fingertips, his knuckles, laces their fingers together. "it felt so real. he—my father, ramiro—he ripped it out of me." he brings atticus' hand with his to rest over his heart, where his divinity had been torn from him like a crackling ball of lightning, the storm inside of him finally calmed, but in its absence, something else raged. "i couldn't feel it anymore, couldn't hear the song." a single tear leaks from the corner of romeo's eye, trailing down his cheek. "i didn't know who i was without it."

he wraps his arms around atticus and, with his olympian strength coursing through his veins, lifts him up as if carrying a newlywed bride. he's careful with his hands, doing his best not to hurt the son of athena. "i want to work on control. i have to." he won't stop until he can control his powers, until he won't harm those he cares about with the storm that he reclaimed. he couldn't turn back to whatever had messed with his head, whatever stole his divinity from him.

romeo puts atticus down on the bed and then sits down on it, beside the other man. he pauses to take a breath, to center himself in the calming grasp of his lover. he looks down at his hands, turning his head after a moment to look into the man's eyes again. a secret he didn't want to tell begins to spill from his lips, one that he's locked away because the implications of it could be devastating. it's admittance, acceptance; a truth surged in lightning and sang out like a song.

"i didn't know if i could find my way back to you."

[citrinesparkles]

stormy weather

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 720 words. notes: a very abstract take on 'write a true story about you with characters instead of people', one of the prompts from the ever lovely @reaperintheroses drabble december! this was more 'write about feelings', but i tried. warnings: vague bad headspace on jason's part

he was in a mood.

you weren't sure what mood, but it wasn't good.

it was, however, familiar enough that you weren't surprised when he walked through the bedroom like a ghost.

all he took with him as he left it was a nail file.

you sat quietly, listening for the window.

there it was, about half a minute later: the sliding sound of the window in the frame was quiet but unmistakable, as was the sound of it sliding shut behind him.

fire escape brooding.

you sighed- that was a surefire sign that the mood had settled in completely. you had hoped, somewhat naïvely, that it would be a "wrong side of the bed" situation; had hoped he would be able to shake it off.

with the mood here to stay, you put your phone aside and slid out of bed.

it wasn't something to fix. not days like this. as much as you wished you could carry the weight of this for him, you settled instead for trying to share the load.

you took your time walking through the apartment, giving him his space for a little while as you boiled water and steeped tea for him.

you dug out his largest, warmest sweatshirt, tugging it on to brace against the cold you knew was wrapped around him both mentally and literally. then, with a glance at his silhouette in the window, you picked up his mug and approached.

he barely reacted to the sound of the window opening, only shifting slightly so his ear was towards you in silent acknowledgement.

"i made tea," you said softly, leaning on the sill. "interested?"

jason hesitated a moment, the only sounds the traffic below.

he shrugged, twirling the nail file between two fingers.

you reached over, gently pressing the mug into his free hand, watching as he pulled it to his chest with a hum.

"do you want space, or would you prefer i join you?"

"...you can." his voice was steady, but uncharacteristically quiet and lifeless. "not gonna be much company right now."

you slid out the window, closing it behind you, and he glanced up at you blankly. "you don't have to be," you said firmly, quietly, as you sat down beside him. "i'm just here."

the metal was freezing, even through your thick sweatpants. it would take more than a stretch of the imagination to call it comfortable, but you settled in like it was memory foam.

you sat in silence, listening to him breathe beside you and watching it fog in your peripheral.

you sat until your legs ached and your nose felt about ready to fall off from the cold. you sat for far longer than it took him to drain his mug. you sat long enough that the rush of lunch traffic came and went below you.

you sat watching gray clouds churn in the sky, offering the only comfort you could: he wasn't alone.

eventually, he inhaled deeply, and you felt something shift.

"you want a grilled cheese?" his voice was rough and quiet, but using it was a good sign.

you recognized the offer as the thank you that it was.

"yeah," you matched his volume, gently breaking your silence. "that sounds good."

it wasn't over, not by a long shot. you could feel it in the air around you, as though jason was a storm and the front was rolling in. it would be a few days, you suspected, of this- of disconnect, of that distant look in his eyes.

and that was the best case scenario.

he pushed himself up and off the ground, wincing when his bad ankle popped unpleasantly, and you changed your mind. he wasn't the storm. a storm in his own right, sure, strong and beautiful and immovable to all the world, but in this case he was standing on the coast and watching the storm turn the ocean angry.

he reached a hand down to help you up.

you took it, squeezing it once, twice, three times in quick succession as you hauled yourself to your feet. once there, you relaxed your grip.

he kept his, keeping your palm against his own. bracing himself against the wind.

you'd be damned if you let him board up the windows and sandbag the doorways on his own.

[leahblackk]

Home

(Not my gif whoever made this thank you so much and I’m sorry)

Summary: Spencer and reader got married a year ago and things went perfectly fine, until they weren’t the same.

Based on the song “Home” by Cavetown.

You can tell me what you think about this fic here. And here’s my masterlist.

Couple: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of struggling and prison, self-sabotage, anxiety and problems in general. Marital problems. If you find any let me know!

Personal note; Hey friends! I want to quick ramble before you read the fic and if you don’t want me to ramble please feel free to just pass to the writing im not gonna be mad, first because I won’t know and second because im hoping no one reads this as I don’t like to talk about personal things. So I find an amazing comfort in songs and some of them speak proudly to my soul and that’s what this song did. I found out about this is in 2020, and it wasn’t an easy year for me to be honest. And I heard this song in repeat at 3 AM because it spoke to me, because I felt identified with this. And this is a special song and I wanted to do something with it with my favourite boy, Spencer Reid. And fun fact, when I was writing this note, someone from my family was watching a movie and the name of the main character was Spencer so… a sign maybe?

Not personal note; This song can be taken in every way and I’ve heard theories about what the song is, what it means and to be honest one of my favourite thing about writing and songs is that can touch anyone in every way even if the song wasn’t specifically written about an specific situation, or it did but people took it from another angle and that’s what I did. Enjoy! You can listen to the song while you read, it’s not necessary as the writing is longer than the song but if you want to, feel free to! <3 tagging; @everythingbutnormal, @measure-in-pain

Often, I am upset

That I cannot fall in love, but I guess

This avoids the stress of falling out of it

Fears. We all have them. Maybe deep down in the deep end of our soul and hearts, the darkest part of our minds where we don't want people to notice, to think we are weird, to know our debilities. To let them know, we are not strong people, and sometimes, we are weak.

We all are afraid of something.

But what if that something is something you can't avoid? You can't run from? Something you also love and wish to have in your daily life.

Someone you can talk to, trust, love and to be loved. To care, to know, to always know. Someone you can call when you succeed but cry in their arms when the strong storm hits home with furious rage and violence, with darkest and fears, with demons that want to pull us apart with twisted knives, leaving scars and flinches of what once we used to know.

To be afraid of love yet want that same love, deep and unknown as the ocean itself, is a fine line. The idea of love might fool us, and then it will slap us into reality. Not everything is books and romantic novels with sunsets and beautiful rainy days when after all that bad the sun and the birds will sing and shine with harmonious peace to put away all the pain and tears, not everything is singing and dancing in the rain but stand there and scream at the universe and the highly superior power for putting you there, blame someone else or blame yourself.

Love is scary but can be the most beautiful thing someone could ever experience. Sometimes, love can be beautiful windy days with cuddles and kisses and warmth. But the tornado will hit anytime soon, so you better grab the grass and not lose your boots.

The love-struck attack is the main character of our story. Even though she was scared when she realized about the butterflies and silly smiles, the sleepless night staring at the ceiling and imagining his smile.

And he did too.

The comfort feeling and the blushed rosy cheeks. The quick glazes and slightly brushed touches. The late-night talks.

Love can even destroy our veterans' warriors.

He fell in love with her.

And she fell in love with him.

Until, maybe, the love slipped through their fingers.

Are you tired of me yet?

I'm a little sick right now, but I swear

When I'm ready, I will fly us out of here.

Y/n felt numb, sick, and in an awful pilot mode. Thoughts had been running out and in her mind filled with poison and doubts, with demons and darkest—thoughts of her and Spencers' relationship of almost four years. The one relationship she has been fighting over for the last three months a year after Spencer came out of prison.

She wonders what happened for what once was the most precious thing she could ever hold close to her heart, now damaged and broken. A faithless thought, a faithless love, wildfire on her soul screaming for him to come back with the love, he once whispered the night they watched the stars and made love, in her ear with warm breath, he promised he would never fall out of love.

But promises were broken like the chains attached to his hands after he was called innocent, and yes, he was innocent but not from breaking his dear wife's heart. Something he swore he would never do. But promises are broken cruelly, just like naïve hearts.

The only conclusion she came out with was; He was tired of her.

He was tired of her goodnight kisses and being closer and closer to each other. He was tired of back hugs and kisses on his back. He was tired of her wishing him a beautiful good day even if they would leave and see each other at work. He was tired of her vanilla scent, of her eyes and smiles and laughs.

And she felt like a pile of a burden you have carried in your back for long hours.

He was tired of her, and she didn't blame him. She didn't.

People always leave, even those who promised they would never do, mostly them. Liars, liars, liars. Cruel liars said they didn't like lies, and yes, they don't like being lied to, but they love to lie. The untruth words on their throats coming out of their mouths with beautiful sound but ugly echo on the ears of the other, taking that promise close to their hearts and believing it until the truth came out as the shining sun wishing to have stayed in the dark. Burning their skin and living scars.

Those who claim not to like lies are the kings and queens of lies. We are on our knees for you, beautiful perfect liar. You lied to us, and we believe it like little children. 

Spencer Reid. He was tired of his wife. That was what she thought. That was what she felt when the talking and glazes stopped, the slight or strong touches. When the kisses on the nose and lips, passion and love, it didn't exist anymore.

He had left her a long time ago, even if he remained with her, but no, he left her. Even if he wore his wedding ring, he had taken it off when he stopped loving her. That was what she thought. That was what she believed in with passion and truth.

He was tired of her.

I'll cut my hair.

To make you stare.

It wasn't a lie that Y/n missed those love stares at her. Those hazel golden sparkly eyes full of adoration and love, those her friends and family were jealous of. They wanted a significant other who would look at them the same way Spencer did—used to do.

She never felt like asking if he still loved her after all that time because when they were out with their friends and music was loud, and people's laughter was heard all over the place, those eyes remained on her, with love, so she didn't need to ask. That was all the answer she needed to know.

But now, she wasn't sure. And it burned her inside out.

So she made her way alone to the salon and asked for a haircut—shoulder length. The salon people asked her if she was sure, and she nodded. The words couldn't get out of her mouth as she was afraid she would say no. She always had beautiful long hair, and now the scissors did their job with the echoing sound on her hair until it fell into the floor.

And she felt relief, and she felt alive again like the phoenix reborn from its ashes. She always hates when people change for other people. She always thought someone should love a person by who they are, without changing. And even if at the beginning she thought that was for Spencer, it was a lie. It was for her. For her own good after months and months of struggling, not only with her relationship but to remain.

And now she felt alive.

She walked home with a smile and sat there, smiling. An action she hasn't made truly for months. She was, genuinely, smiling.

…

Spencer opens the door to enter his home, taking his shoes and satchel, putting them aside, and he sees his wife's shoes. She was there. She left work early, and it wasn't strange for him or anyone else around. They haven't been the same, and he knows it. They didn't leave home in the mornings and stopped for donuts, smoothies, and coffee at the bakery shop. They left separately and came home as the same. Not talking, not looking.

He shakes his head to get the thoughts out of his head. He looks at the wall full of pictures of them, alone and with their friends and family. Spencer stares at the one from their wedding. She didn't choose a white dress for her wedding, and he loved it. He cried when she walked to him, he had the girl of his dreams forever, but now she was slipping through his fingers.

He walked to the kitchen, exhaling and opening the door. He picked a mug and coffee and sat at the dining table with a book in his hand. The door was now open again, but his eyes didn't leave the pages. She walked to the fridge and took apple juice and closed it to go then and watch her hands, and that's when Spencer looked at her. A quick glaze to then go back to his book until he saw it. He looked again to see if his eyes weren't mistaken, and his breath was cut. She cut her hair.

"You cut your hair," he softly spoke. Y/ns heart stopped and looked up to the window without looking at him. Of course, she had heard his voice but not at her.

She took a rag and dry her hands, with her back still at him. "Yes. I did," she shortly responded.

It wasn't a question, and she knew it. He was asking "why?" and she knew it, but to be sincere, she didn't want to give him that answer.

"W-Why?" he asked what he wanted to know. "I mean, it looks lovely, but… why? I thought you loved your long hair."

A compliment.

A compliment after all that time.

Was what she wanted, wasn't it? And if it was what she wanted, why didn't she feel anything?

"I did." Short answer again. Spencer frowned.

"Why did you do it then?"

She softly turned around and finally looked at him. Without any emotion. Without excitement or love.

"Because it was damaged, and you know Spencer, when things are damaged, they need to be cut off, so it doesn't ruin the other things around them."

Turn off your porcelain face.

I can't really think right now, and this place

Has too many colours to drive all of us insane.

The music was loud, and the bar was full. The people dance and chat around, walking as well or even kissing in little dark corners. The lights moved all over the place, making you feel dizzy. The wind and the cold entered your bones with force.

The team, finally, decided to go out and enjoy the free time they had. All were there, including the spouses for certain already married people, and watching them look at the other with love, it made Y/n feel out of place, made her sit and watched her hands under the table instead of her husband, he sat in front of her and didn't even recognize her enough.

Yes, they lived together and were married, but that didn't mean they still loved each other. Or at least Spencer didn't. Y/n could say with pride that she still loved Spencer, even if he didn't feel the same towards her. If their relationship got over officially, she knew she would walk proudly because she loved him with all her heart until the last minute.

It got her memories from when they were younger and in love with each other with passion, and for real. It reminds her of her thinking if he felt the same, and maybe once he did, but that love that remained in his heart, now there were only ashes of the fire once became wild.

Spencer stands up and walks for drinks for his friends. Maybe that was an excuse to get out of that uncomfortable situation. He walked, trying to avoid the touch of the people dancing while Y/n's eyes remained on him. He sat and ordered whatever Morgan asked him and waited.

He looked beautiful. His messy now, even more, longer hair and his dad's body. He wasn't the skinny man anymore. He didn't work out because he didn't have time and because he didn't feel necessary, and he didn't entirely enjoy physical activities, but his body was perfect. He didn't need less or more. He was perfect in every aspect. His large fingers palmed the wooden bar, and Y/n looked at how his wedding ring shone with that specific light, she could see it from where she sat, but the brown-haired girl with perfect eyes and perfect smile didn't.

She sat on the chair in front of him, and Spencer at first didn't acknowledge her, but when she spoke, he did. She said hi with a pleasant smile, moving her long hair aside to look better. She was beautiful, stunning even. Y/n's heart ached, and her stomach felt sick. She felt sick.

It wasn't a surprise that someone was interested in Spencer. He walked with a face and perfection created by the ancient mythological gods, Aphrodite did a beautiful job on him, and there was no doubt about it. He had power on his soul, and everyone stared at him. Who wouldn't?

Spencer apparently said something funny because the girl laughed, and the music suddenly stopped. Everything stopped. It was only them. The same as when Y/n and Reid met. And then she realized.

The man she once loved, and still loved with furious passion, wasn't hers anymore. And she had to let him go.

He wasn't hers, even if he wears the ring that claims he was taken. He wasn't. It was just gold, just that, because the promise that ring once held was broken. Broken like her heart. And broken like the glass her hand dropped and fell to the floor.

Her friends looked at her with worried eyes. And Spencer turned around. He heard it too. She looked down, and her cheeks turned red. "I'm sorry, I don't feel well." She murmured and took her purse to then walk to the exit.

Spencer looks at her and then her friends who were looking at him. They were saying with their eyes, "go after her," and he did. He excused himself from the lady in front who asked him about his ring and followed his lady.

He saw her trying to breathe correctly, and Spencer's heart ached. "Y/n?" he murmured. She turned around, and Spencer saw her eyes. Full of pain and worries, full of awful darkness, and the shine wasn't there anymore. He took one step forward, and she took three back. "Hey, it's okay, it's me," he said.

It's me.

But who was him?

"I'm okay. I uh, I'm just gonna head home. I think I got food poisoning." She lied.

She lied, and Spencer knew.

"You haven't eaten anything."

How does he know?

He wasn't looking at her. Not anymore.

"It's okay, Spencer. I'm fine, go back. Enjoy your evening."

Spencer wondered when was the last time she called him by a sweet nickname. She doesn't call him Spencer, and it hurts him. But she was hurt, and she was first.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong."

"Yes, it is. You think you can lie to me, but I have known you way too long."

"You think you know me, but if you really did, you weren't asking if something is wrong." She snapped.

You would already know.

"Is it because of the woman in the bar?"

She chuckled and nodded, "Yes, Spencer. Is because of her. Congratulations, you figured it all out," she said with sarcasm.

"Why are you so mean? I'm just trying to help you." He frowned.

"Because I don't need help, Spencer. And when I did, you weren't there, so I don't think you can help too much right now."

His stomach dropped.

"What does that mean?"

"It means what it means. I needed you a long time ago, and today I realized I have been fooling myself these past months. You don't love me anymore, and you didn't even have the decency to tell me so. You made me figure it out by myself, and believe me, it wasn't a fun process."

"W-Why are you saying that?" Spencer's voice broke. He was really hurt, but mostly because he realized he had hurt her, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

"Spencer, you are a genius. Don't act like you don't know anything."

"Because I don't! I don't know what you meant by that, and I don't think even-I don't even…."

"You don't have to say anything. When I needed you to say something, you didn't, and your words are not welcome now," Spencer's eyes hurt as the tears wanted to make their way down. He tried to say something, but his words couldn't come out of his mouth, his heart ached, and the air wasn't enough. He looked at her hands that traveled to her left hand where her rings were. Spencer shook his head, and the tears finally came down. "Here, maybe you can find a new wife tonight." She handed the rings and he shook his head again.

He didn't need a new wife.

"Put it back on, please. Put it back on," he murmured. Soft broken voice for a soft broken heart. Y/n closed her eyes for a second, hearing his voice, but she made a decision. Or he did months ago. She took two steps forward and took his hand to put the rings on his palms then.

Spencer shook his head again, and again, and again. Hot tears in both soft red eyes. He looked up at her, and her face made him look down and close his eyes. He couldn't handle the pain she was feeling because of him. He could feel her pain and his as well. All was too much. He knew what he did wrong, and he thought he was doing it for good but now watching the woman he loved giving him back the rings he promised he would keep, he realized he made a mistake. He wanted to scream and beg her on his knees for her to stay, but he couldn't find his voice. He, the man who loves to words, was speechless and out of words now. He couldn’t find them. 

Y/n turned around and walked to leave, not looking back while Spencer looked at the rings and back at her. He wanted to scream.

Scream Spencer!

Scream!

But all he could manage was a violent sob.

And he sobbed, and sobbed watching her go in the middle of the street on a cold night.

He was frozen, not because of the cold of the night but because of the cold of not having her warmth.

He couldn't breathe.

Not without her.

She was his soft addictive air. And now she is gone. And he couldn't breathe.

Are you dead?

Sometimes I think I'm dead

Cause I can feel the ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head.

But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet.

Y/n made it home. She got out of her car and ran upstairs to their shared room. She looked around, everything felt different, and her mind wondered if she made the right choice. They weren't divorced, at least not officially, but it's going to feel this way when they are? is it gonna feel this way? Because if it does, she doesn't want to.

He seems different. He looked like he really cares about her. He even asks her to put the rings back on. Does that mean he still loves her, or is he doing it for pity?

She doesn't know. She doesn't know anything now.

She thought that would make them happy, Spencer would be finally free, and she would be happy seeing him free. But now, everything feels different.

Y/n look at everything around her. That house had memories everywhere.

When she tried to guess the end of the movie before he did, and she was always right, so did he.

When they stayed up all night when Spencer came back from prison, they couldn't stay away from each other. He needed her. She needed him.

When they host their first Christmas dinner with the team, now everything seems broken.

She had to get out of there before Spencer came back because if he did and she was still there, she wouldn't have the courage to go. To leave him. She couldn't leave him.

Y/n walked to the closet and took her bag, and put all her clothes from the closet she shared with Spencer with desperate moves while the tears remained on her eyes, coming down, down. She sobbed, and the vibrations on her chest hurt even more.

She sat there as she felt dizzy. She looked at everything, and she cried and cried, she sobbed, she needed him.

She felt like something died inside of her. Something was missing, a piece of her heart, or maybe her whole heart.

Get a load of this monster

He doesn't know how to communicate

His mind is in a different place

Will everybody please give him a little bit of space?

There is some experience in life that could change your whole perspective of things. It could change the way you act or think. Could change your essence.

Spencer had experienced lots of those many times. So often that he's tired of fighting over to get a view of the rainbow, everyone talks about.

When he went to prison… he had to do things he couldn't even bring himself to talk about. He had to do them in order to survive.

Yet, after all those experiences, he never learned how to communicate, and he knew that would bring him so much trouble in the future, but he never thought he would lose the woman of his dreams because of it. And he regrets every single thing he did these past months.

He, of course, knew what he was doing. At first, it begins with not talking with her or touching her much, and it burns him because he wanted to. But she meant too much to him that it was better to do so and let himself suffer not to see her suffer, but the pain was already there for both souls.

Self-sabotage.

That was what he had done.

And he watched himself do it over and over and over until there was nothing left.

Even when he wanted to stop doing it, it didn't happen. He kept doing it even if his mind begged him to stop.

He didn't have control over himself anymore.

And he walked slowly, and he walked, and walked, and walked until his feet hurt. He didn't know where he was going until he looked up. He was home.

Get a load of this train wreck

His hair’s a mess, and he doesn't know who he is yet

But little do we know, the stars welcome him with open…

Y/n's bag was already full of clothes, and she entered the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. She was a mess, a train wreck, and she felt like it as well.

Her hair was a mess.

Everything was a mess.

She pressed her lips together, trying to stop the sobs, but she couldn't. She didn't have control over herself anymore.

She tried and tried to leave, but she couldn't. She couldn't. There was something that was holding her from going, and she begs that thing to stop. She wanted to go. She wanted to go and find peace. But she knew that peace wasn't anywhere near.

Go!

Go!

But she stayed frozen on her bathroom floor. It wasn't the first time, and she could hear Spencer's voice on the back of her head telling her to get up because of the germs, but she couldn't. She was literally frozen as she cried.

And she heard the front door open. But she didn't even flinch. She couldn't.

But little do we know, the stars welcome them with open arms

Spencer entered the house, and the warmth was still there for some reason. The lights were on, and he thought Y/n left them like that after she left him with hurry, and he doesn't blame her. He looked at the shoes, and her shoes weren't there, which proved his theory.

She left.

She left him.

He looked at the pictures on the wall. And it hurt him even more.

He took the one from their wedding, and he traced her beautiful face softly, feeling the cold of the glass. His hands started trembling, and he took the frame close to his chest so it wouldn't break on the floor. That was the only thing he had left, and he wasn't going to break it.

He walked upstairs softly, and the door of their shared room was open, and he stepped inside. Bags and clothes were everywhere, and he frowned. Why were those things still there?

He heard soft sobs coming from the bathroom, and he walked, leaving the picture on the bed. The door was closed. He heard it again.

She was there.

Time is

Slowly

Y/n heard him. He was there.

She had to face him in order to get out of there now. She closed the door when she entered the bathroom, but she didn't lock it, and she was scared Spencer would enter.

She heard steps approaching, and she closed her eyes, expecting it. The golden handle made its sound when the door was about to be open, and her heart started to go faster, praying her body would react. She heard the door open a little bit to then be closed.

She frowned and opened her eyes. The door was closed.

"I know you are in there, but I also know you don't want me to enter, so i'll stay outside," Spencer said, sitting on the floor with his back pressed against the door. He sighed. "I-I wasn't... I didn't think you would be still at home, and to be honest, I was expecting to come back here until you came back with the divorce papers," he explains and chuckled.

She didn't chuckle. She sobbed, and Spencer hears it. He closed his eyes and licked his lips while the tears came down again. He put his knees to his chest and messed his hair even more. "I know there's no point in explaining why I did what I did, and I don't deserve your forgiveness, so I will not say this with the hope of you doing so, but I think you deserve an explanation, and I think you wanted it for so long, but I never dared to talk to you. And is stupid because I like talking to you," he sobbed in between words.

"It was hard for me to do all those things. It burns me inside, but I have this tendency to ruin everything good I have in life. Either thinking that someday it will end or just thinking I don't deserve it and with you was different because I thought you would stay forever," he tried to calm his breathing. "And when I went to prison, there was this man I used to talk to. He… He was one of the few friends I had, and he told me he was also married, but now he was there, he didn't want his wife to see the monster he had become. And he said he self-sabotaged himself. He did all the things his wife hated so she would hate him. And she did, they got divorced, and he went back to prison. I asked him if he regretted it and he said, "No, not even a little bit." And I thought he said so because he didn't want to be with his wife, so he used a lame excuse, but he actually still loves her so much, and he didn't care about his pain but hers. When you go to prison, even if you are innocent, you are not innocent when you get out. It destroys you, physically and mentally. And I was scared."

His voice breaks once more, and Y/n hears him. Every single thing. "At first, it wasn't my intention, but I stopped touching you because I was scared I was going to hurt you, and then I started being aware of the things I was doing, and I tried to stop myself from doing them, but I couldn't. I couldn't because I loved you so much that I didn't want you to be hurt and to get stuck with me when I'm not the same person you fell in love with. I'm not that person anymore, Y/n, and I swear I tried to get him back, I swear I tried," he then started crying violently, "And instead of doing better, I hurt you in the process, and it wasn't my intention. I wasn't there when you needed me, and you were there when I needed you, and I don't deserve you. I never did, but today, seeing you giving me back the rings, I realized I was doing everything wrong. Seeing you in such pain because of me and when I married you, I swear I was going to protect you from everything, but I wasn't aware the only person you needed being protected from was myself."

And Y/n had enough of his words. She got up and knocked on the door, letting him know she was going to open it, and then when she heard him moving, she opened the door. She looked at him.

He was a mess as well. Red puffy eyes, rosy cheeks, and a little blood coming from his lips after biting them so hard. He was hugging his legs, and he looked up at her. He was still her husband, and he looked at her with love this time, with love and regrets.

She sat next to him without looking again. "You still love me?" She murmured.

He frowned, "W-What?"

"You said, "I loved you." So I'm asking. Do you still love me, Spencer Reid?" She looked at him, and he looked at her with soft eyes.

He asked her if he could take her hand, and she nodded. He took her hand in his and caressed them softly. He got up and sat on his knees in front of her and took her hands again, kissing them over and over while the tears fell on her hands. Y/n could feel his love again. She felt so much his love that she started shaking and crying, but there was no sadness in her tears this time. "I have loved you since the first time I saw you. You have bewitched me body and soul, and I could never love someone else, nor will I stop loving you," he repeats his vows. He took her face and put his forehead on hers. Both closing their eyes, "That was a promise I made, with your soul and heart. I'm sorry you ever had to doubt my love for you. I haven't stopped loving you, not even a little bit. In fact, my love for you has grown even more, and I think I'm not capable of stop loving you." Spencer looked at her, still with his hands on her soft face, but he stayed back to have a clear look at her face. "Now, you tell me. After all this time, you still love me?"

Silence.

Spencer looked at her, worried. If she stopped loving him, he wouldn't judge her at all.

"I haven't stopped loving you, Spencer Reid. Even if you are a little shit sometimes," they chuckled. "We have to talk, alright? The things you said about self-sabotage are not good," he nodded. She caressed his face. He leaned on her touch as he missed it so much. "I don't want you to think you don't deserve me. I used to think the same when we first got together, but then I realized we were meant for each other. We are, and I will never stop loving you, even if you want me to do so. I know you are not good with communication, and I respect that. I won't force you to talk to me because it is hard, and I know it is, but I will also like for you to even say if something is wrong and figure it out together. You are not alone, Spencer, not anymore. Okay?"

He nods once again, he took her hand once more and took the rings out of his pocket and look at her for permission. She nodded and he put them where they belonged, "I love you so much, angel. I'm so sorry," he hugged her, hiding his face on her neck and kissing it over and over. "I'm sorry I put you through hell."

"I will always go to hell if it is for you, my love. Don't even doubt it. You are my home."

He then sobbed. Happiness, that was what he felt.

He was her home.

"You are my home, Y/n. You have been and always will be, my home."

But strangely, he feels at home in this place. 

[books-and-catears]

Right everyone hold on to your feels, you will shortly be boarding Angst Express 101. Just look at this brilliant and angsty ask I'm speechless. Even the pairings you asked for are so unique and well thought this is a perfect angst concept. And I really hope I could do this justice. Thank you so much for this ask @saltypaperdestiny

So very sorry for the delay, this was the longest ask I've ever written and boy was I delighted. Though I have to admit I had to cry through some of them myself. This is PART 1. Rest of the brothers and the newly Dateables coming soon in part 2.

Who loved you first? Pt1

Lucifer : Simeon

It was time, he decided. After months of being in your presence, his prideful heart had melted enough to recognise his feelings for you. You were the only he'd truly humble down for, because the affection and care you displayed was unparalled.

"MC please get dressed in something nice. I'm taking you to Ristorante Six as a thank you for helping me with Cerebus and the council paperwork" He says to you, barely containing the excitement. He couldn't wait to see the look on your face when he confessed and how you'd blush when you kissed your knuckles and your cheek and wait - What is Simeon doing in your room at this hour?

He didn't want to interrupt, surely it might be nothing to bother about. He patiently waited outside until he heard what Simeon said.

Simeon: MC... You look beautiful, what's the occasion?

MC: Aw thank you Simeon. You're always so kind. It's nothing much, Lucifer is taking me out as a thank you.

Simeon: Oh do you have to leave right away...?

MC: Oh no no. It's okay I have some more time.

Simeon: Well I originally came here to invite you to try Luke's latest attempt at some new recipes but now there's something else I feel like I must tell you. *Blushes* Something I've been holding back for too long.

MC: *joking* Oh what have you been hiding from me, angel? Speak I beseech you!

Simeon: *laughing and then going solemn* MC... *Takes your hands in his* I love you. I love you with all my heart.

MC: ....me? You love..me? But I'm not nearly-

Simeon: You're the most beautiful soul I've ever met. You radiate kindness and forgiveness and everything pure, overcoming the seven biggest evils you reside with. How can I not love you? Tell me, MC, will you accept me as yours?

Lucifer had a half a mind to storm in and laugh in Simeon's face. What a failure this attempt was going to be. His pride grew inside him as he stifled a laugh. MC was his and only his and now he would take pleasure in watching Simeon learn that. Surely MC was going to turn him down nicely but still. He creeped closer to the door, looking through the open crack.

MC: *in tears* Oh Simeon, I love you too! I never thought an angel could ever love me back!

Simeon: *kisses her knuckles* So... It's a yes?!

MC: Yes yes yes! Oh of course it's a yes! *Hugs him tight* My guardian angel who protects me in the dark, oh how I love you.

Simeon: *laughing as he picks you up and spins you around* Oh how happy you've made me MC! I'm the happiest being alive!

MC: *kissing his cheek* So am I, Simeon. I love you with all my heart.

It took Lucifer all his strength to not collapse or go into a violent frenzy. He balled up his fists so tight, the gloves started tearing at the seams. He watched you smiling so gleefully in his arms, looking so radiant. When Simeon dipped his head down to kiss you, the moonlight poured in through the window as if blessing your union.

It was supposed to be him. If only he made it to your room sooner, it could have been him. Embracing all your beauty, being the cause of the shining smile. IT COULD HAVE BEEN HIM.

At his best

"Are you really that happy with him?" he asks you later that night. The blush on your cheeks and that cheeky smile says it all.

"Congratulations MC." You look so joyous even at the thought of Simeon, how could he ruin that?

His temper is worse, more unforgiving towards all his brothers. He has to bear with your absence in the house all day. The fact that he knows you're at Purgatory hall, sipping tea and arm in arm with him pains him to think.

You bring Simeon along to the council to help him too. He outright denies and asks both of you to leave.

He only ever feels calm to see you alone, but that is even rarer with his brothers around to hog his remaining time.

Eventually makes his peace with it, maybe you're better off with someone as pure as yourself than a demon like him.

At his worst

His wrath is back. It's almost bad enough to birth another Satan. His sense of entitlement is through the roof.

He snaps three weeks later when Simeon and you tell everyone about it and decide that you'll be moving to Purgatory hall soon. Everyone claps and rejoices while Lucifer, drunk off Demonus, crashes the fun.

"Simeon, you dirty cheat, pretending to be all pure with your white wings and devious smile. How dare you?!" He says in calm and deadly rage.

"Lucifer... what's wrong-" You approach him to ask. He looks at you and you see the little tears in the corners.

"MC WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE THAT NIGHT. MINE. NOT YOURS. THE ONLY BEING THAT CAME CLOSE ENOUGH TO STEAL MY HEART AND YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME."

Lucifer was louder now, hysterically angry, throwing his glass on the floor. "AND I KNOW THEY WOULD HAVE PICKED ME IF I GOT TO THEM FIRST! I LOVED THEM TOO DAMNIT." Simeon stood in front of you to protect you from Lucifer's rage. You hid your face in your hands, breaking down in sobs. What is happening? Where did you go wrong?

"Look at them, Lucifer. Look. At. What. You've. Done. And don't tell you've forgotten how many times you've threatened their lives before." Simeon said, holding you tight as you cried into his chest. "How dare you still feel like you deserve them?"

Lucifer sees you broken down, clutching onto Simeon for dear life, crying. You were smiling just a minute ago what has he done? Simeon blocked off his view with his pearly white wings. A reminder of what Lucifer used to be and cannot be again.

Mammon: Asmodeus

You were his human. And he was your first demon. No one was more territorial about you than him. So he finally made up his mind to seal the deal. No more lying about his feelings. He was going to claim you, once and for all. He imagined you smiling and running your hands through his hair and kissing him returning his feelings.

"MC! I brought the movie of the day!" He barged into your room excited, but you were nowhere to be found. Where could you have gone? It was your movie night with him. You were supposed to be waiting for him inside. He asked his brothers and they said you were with Asmo. He stomped his way up to Asmo's room and called out your name. No response. Not till he peeked inside the dark washroom. You were holding Asmo who looked very unstable and weak, sitting at the side of the bath.

MC: Asmo why don't you listen to me when I tell you not to drink so much!?

Asmo: I'm sorry MC *hic* I needed it today...

MC: Why? What's so scary that you don't have the confidence to do sober?

Asmo: MC do you think I look beautiful?

MC: Of course Asmo, you always do.

Asmo: Even with my runny make up, red nose and swollen eyes and this horrible complexion?

MC: *grabs his face* You're always beautiful to me MC.

Asmo: I...I stopped sleeping around MC. I couldn't do it anymore. *tearing up* Because to them, I'm only beautiful with a perfect covered up face.

MC: Asmo...they're blind and shallow demons who don't know anything! I know you, and I know how much more beautiful you are inside out. Don't listen to them.

Asmo feeling insecure about his appearance? What a big fat lie. Is this his new ploy to get to you? How irritating. It's not going to work, Mammon knows you're smarter than that. The Avatar of Lust can manipulate in many ways. Surely his human was smart enough to see through that!

Asmo: MC, I knew you were the one only who truly loved me. And today, I found the one I love too. Much more than I love myself. So I needed a drink to tell you this.

MC: Asmo...

Asmo: *holding your face gently* MC you saw past this pretty face. You saw the things I do more than what I am. Or what I pretend to be. I know it's hard to believe coming from the Avatar of Lust... But MC, I truly really love you. *looks down and sobs* But you probably can't believe me right?

MC: Asmo. Look at me. *You run your fingers through his hair and he looks up with teary eyes* I believe you. And I've loved you too. You're the only one who never hurt me. The one who willingly made a pact with me. You've been so sweet to me since I came. How could I love anyone else?

Asmo: MC I want you all to myself. Will you be mine? Only mine? I swear I'll keep you happy always!

MC: Of course Asmo. I'll all yours. I'm your little human. *giggling and kissing his head*

Asmo: *grabs and kisses you* MC, if you want, I can be your actual first tonight.

Mammon fell to his knees. He wanted to barge in and scream. He wanted to wrestle Asmo to the ground. He wanted to break his face for saying the words that were special to him and you. But your response had him paralysed. You...accepted him. You agreed to be his.

Silent tears streamed down his face as he watched you embracing Asmo, peppering kisses all over his face, running your hands through his hair, laughing and frolicking in the water with him. The colored moonlight through the stained glass danced on their skin like a scene from his favourite movie.

At his best

He cries to himself for days. Spends as much time outside as he can.

Maybe he is an idiot for thinking he had a chance with him. How could he compete with Asmo's charms.

Maybe it hurt more because Asmo didn't even have to use his charms.

Only ever tries to talk to you if he's sure your alone. One time he barged into your room and caught you and Asmo tangled up together and it broke him all over again.

He watched as you twirled around in a new outfit Asmo bought. He scoffs. He could have bought it for you too.

You both look so cheerful and in love, he decides to accept it. For the sake of his little brother and the human he loves.

At his worst

Breaks down and lets his emotions out in the worst way possible. Too desperate to win you back somehow.

Asmo and you were just telling Solomon and Simeon about your relationship when Mammon barged in through the doors of Purgatory halls.

"MC look! Look what I got you!" He came in all ragged. He knelt down and pulled out a ring. "Take me instead! I was your first wasn't I MC? Don't let him take my place please!"

"Mammon no... No please don't be this way...I'm sorry..." You kneel down next to him as he screams and sobs like a child. You feel guilty. You caused this. You lead him on. You fight your own tears as you keep apologising.

Asmo yanks you up and wraps his arms around you, staring down angrily at Mammon. "Mammon, leave."

Mammon lunged at Asmo. "I was going to tell them. That night was our movie night. You stole that night from me. YOU STOLE MY CHANCE AND MY MC!"

Asmo mocked at him with a sardonic laugh. "You still assume MC is yours without even telling them. You kept lying about your feelings and hurting them in the process. And yet, when they finally look happy, you come and make them cry. You are a scumbag Mammon."

Mammon looked at your tear stained face, nestled inside Asmo's arms and wings. He really felt like nothing but a scumbag.

Leviathan : Belphegor

Levi fell in love with you since your first act of kindness. As a shut-in whose only conversations were with his own eccentric and dismissive brothers, you were an angel who had brought him the gift of true companionship. Honestly he was okay being your best friend, until the day he started craving more. So he decided it was time to tell you.

'MC come to my room! I have a new game to show you!' It was a virtual dating game where he was going to confess digitally. You always loved his creative ways of doing simple stuff after all. He decided to play your favourite game while waiting for you. He even left the door ajar. Now he wished he didn't.

Belphie: MC do you have a minute?

MC: Yeah I was just heading to Levi's room what's up?

Belphie: I think I fallen in love with you, MC.

MC: .... Huh?

Levi almost burst out laughing hearing Belphie's confession. What kind of a bland confession is that? How can someone say that so easily? No that was definitely a joke on MC or something. Surely MC wouldn't take this seriously.

Belphie: I had a dream just now. About you.

MC: Uh huh?

Belphie: In that dream, we were up in the sky, among the stars. And you looked so pretty glittering along with them all. So I kissed you impulsively. And you kissed me back.

MC: ...that's a sweet dream. *blushes*

Belphie: *takes your hand* I woke up and my first thougt was I wish that was real. And then I realised it can be.

MC: ...

Belphie: I want to be able to kiss you always. I want to be able to take you far away. I want all your time. I love you MC. Be mine.

MC: Belphie I-

Belphie: I know, how can you possibly love your own murderer...? *Sighs* I cannot undo what I did. I'm sorry MC. I can only swear that I won't ever let that happen again.

MC: *smiles and cups his face* You were locked away for 3 millenia I can imagine your endless anger and grief for your sister. I forgave you long ago.

Belphie: So does that mean you'll accept me?

MC: You're already mine, silly. And now I'm yours. You're the only one I can relax with in the whole realm.

Belphie: MC... Come here. *holds you close and kisses you*

Levi's game screen displayed the message "GAME OVER: You lose". Levi couldn't see it clearly. His vision was blurred by the tears brimming on his eyes. You and Belphie looked to distant shadows on the moon.

He blamed himself for even thinking he had a chance with you. But maybe just...maybe if he had gotten there before? He stared at the screen and then at his spare console that he had declared yours. He picked up it, and locked it inside. Probably won't be needing it anytime soon.

At his best

He barely comes out of his room anymore. He tries to return your smile at breakfast but then returns hurriedly, leaving Beel to finish most of his food.

"Are you sure you want to play games? Wouldn't you rather go up to the attic" He mutters under his breath sometimes and then says it's nothing when you ask him.

Pains him when he sees you curled with Belphie in random places, dozing off. Might cover you with a blanket. Just you though.

Spites Belphie. A lot of people have said they look and act alike. But somehow you like sleeping more than anime and gaming?

Just accepts it as his fate. Atleast he's still your best friend, right?

At his worst

He's called the Avatar of Envy for a reason. He can barely hold it in seeing the both of you together constantly.

Belphie you and Beel were having a jolly time watching a movie and eating snacks while Belphie slept curled up in your lap. Levi happened to walk in while you were rubbing Belphie's head soothingly.

For some reason, Levi couldn't hold it in anymore. "UGH YOU FUCKING NORMIES!" he screamed out of frustration.

Belphie woke up drowsily when you stopped at stared at Levi holding back tears in the doorway. "Levi..what's wrong.." you call out to him.

He barges in and pushes Belphie off you and grabs your hands, tears falling and him screaming. "Why do you care, MC?! I'm a just disgusting shut in otaku right?! But guess what even as that I do more than just sleep and drool all fucking day! AND MORE IMPORTANTLY ATLEAST IM NOT THE ONE WHO KILLED YOU! So why him? WHY NOT ME MC?!"

"Levi...no..." You plead with him to calm down, tearing up yourself. You should have known. You should have known this would happen.

Belphie violently pushed Levi off you and grabbed him by the collar. "You were the first one to attack MC in this house. And I'm sure you would have killed them if not for Lucifer. So stop pretending you're better than me, you ridiculous creep. A shut in like you is worthless. The only thing you're good at is making MC distressed."

Levi looked at you trying to pull Belphie back, tears streaming down your face and hung his head low. It was simply an Otome game and MC didn't choose him.

Satan: Solomon

Satan took his time to fall. With late night studying session, every cat cafe date, every trip to the museum - he fell more and more each time. To the point where he wanted to spend every waking moment with you. And he was ready to tell you.

For a whole week, he kept writing and scrapping the perfect love letter for you. Then he realised you were someone who preferred simple honesty. "MC please wait for me in the library I'll be there shortly." He'd said before he dashed out to bring a boquet of your favourite flowers and a book which reminded him of you. He'd almost made it to the library, he saw you waiting inside for him eagerly. That was until someone flew in through the window.

Solomon? What's he doing at this hour? Satan peeked in through the half open library door. He wanted to be alone with you so he'd wait till Solomon was gone. He shouldn't have waited.

MC: Solomon! You scared me silly!

Solomon: *laughing* Your face just now MC...so adorable! Like a scared kitten!

MC: You wooshed in through the window!

Solomon: Okay okay my bad. Now what are you doing in the library so late at night. I went to your room and couldn't find you.

MC: Oh Satan called me out here. Told me to wait for him. Maybe there's a new book he wants to read.

Solomon: Do you guys do that often? Reading books this late?

MC: Haha yeah usually we just read in my room or his at night, in case we fall asleep.

Solomon: *sigh* So unfair.

MC: What's unfair?

Solomon: You and I are the only humans here. Why did they put us in different houses? Shouldn't we... be together more often?

MC: Well logically yes we should. Just classes and magic lessons aren't enough! You should live here too!

Solomon: I doubt Lucifer would be okay with that. But well.. here's the real reason I'm here now. *brings out a little basket*

MC: That's...that's a kitten! Hi baby! What's her name!?

Solomon: MC.

MC: Yeah what?

Solomon: No I named the kitten MC. This way I get to call your name as much as I want haha. The silly things us humans do for love, huh?

Satan had a sick feeling in his stomach. Watching you and him sitting in the moonlight, surrounded by books, cuddling a kitten and confessing...that should be him. Him not Solomon. He didn't like where this was heading. But just like you can't help but stare at disaster - he couldn't look away. What was MC going to say...?

MC: Solomon... *blushes*

Solomon: Does my affection scare you? *reaches for your hand*

MC: Of course not...I.. *gets closer and intertwining your fingers together*

Solomon: Is this your way of showing-

MC: *blushes* Yes. I love you too.

Solomon: I believe I've lived for a 1000 years just to hear those words. *kisses you against the bookshelves*

MC: I believe you've gotten 1000 years worth of romantic lines stored away in that head of yours. *Laughs and kisses him back*

Solomon: Let's take this to the moon shall we?

Satan watched as he took you and kitten in his arms and flew out the window. Satan rushed in not wanting to lose sight of you, dropping the flowers and books. Balling his fists, he choked on his angry tears as he watched you both laughing and kissing against the bright light of the moon. He felt like his own happy ending was stolen from him.

When you disappeared from view, he let out a blood curdling scream, pulling at his own hair and knocking over the bookshelf against which Solomon kissed you. The wrath inside him made him thrashing around in pain, burning him inside out. The flowers he dropped, lay there next to his sobbing body, wilting in his pain.

At his best

He manages to put on his best fake smile and go about his day. Tries hard to hide his annoyance if you bring him up.

But you seem so happy and you often invite him to new cat cafes and shelters. So despite Solomon's presence, he feels calm because of you and the cats.

Is secretly happy you get to spend more time with him than Solomon. Takes advantage of that and hogs you all to himself while in the house

While he can't hold or kiss you the way the Solomon does, you're here next to him, reading his recommended books. That's enough to soothe his yearning heart.

At his worst

The war for love is on. He doesn't care if Solomon already won. He will still declare his love no matter what.

It started out as subtle, he did what he knew Solomon couldn't. Cooking MC's favourite dishes whenever it was his turn to cook.

Tries to subtly reinforce his intelligence over Solomon when you're around. What's 1000 years of knowledge worth, Satan has been there since the first millenia ever

But the day Solomon and you announced you'll be moving to Purgatory Hall, he charged at him, his demon form angry and glowing. "How dare you think you can take them away from us? You think you can win against us... against me? You may have taken my chance with them but I won't let you take them away! They belong here with me!"

You inched closer to Satan's form. You'd never seem him this angry. "Satan please calm down-" Satan wasn't listening. He let out a feral growl and attacked Solomon.

Solomon held MC by his side and made a protection shield Satan couldn't get through. You started crying, watching his wrath take over, he must be in so much pain.

Solomon felt you curl up against him in fear and guilt. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed Satan by the scruff of his neck, like you'd do with a misbehaving cat.

"You say you want to protect them and yet look what you did instead." Solomon said. Satan looked helplessly at you, crying with your face buried in your hands. Glancing at his horns in the mirror, he called out to you sadly, "MC..."

Solomon creeped closer and said in a deadly low voice. "You love fairy tales right Satan? Well in the story of Beauty and the Beast, they could only be together because the beast was actually a human." And Satan was far from being a human.

Asmo : Mammon

It happened the day Asmo looked into the mirror and felt something missing. Suddenly his own reflection wasn't enough anymore. He pondered what it was when you happened to walk into his room and hug him from behind. And then he found the missing piece. You. He simply had to make sure you would become a part of him now.

Now contrary to popular belief, he did get nervous while thinking of proposing. This man is all about lust and a little kid when it comes to love. It's a whole new emotion and he's unsure how to deal with it. With some advice from Satan's romance books he lights your room up with candles, groomed himself perfectly, waiting for you to return to your room. Only you don't come. "What's taking MC so long?!"

He headed out and found you in Mammon's room instead. Asmo saw in the reflection off the mirror, Mammon's shirt off and him lying on his front as you poured ointment over his scars.

Mammon: Oi MC please don't be so upset...

MC: You didn't deserve this. You didn't. I did.

Mammon: MC, not again.

MC: You took my punishment. You took the blame for the broken vase for my sake.

Mammon: I didn't want ya getting hurt ya stupid human!

MC: Don't be calling me stupid and then go off doing stupid stuff yourself! *cries*

Mammon: MC...no don't cry. Please I'm sorry.

MC: Don't apologize for this! Mammon you're too kind... You keep taking blame for others, and the others just UGH.

Mammon: I've gotten used to Lucifer's punishments, MC! I'm more used to it than my brothers so I can take it!

MC: .... You're such a sweet big brother. You can't stop protecting the people you love, can you?

Mammon: *turns around to lie on his back* Now you get why I need to protect ya, don't ya?

Asmo's eyes flew open as did yours. Mammon just confessed to you. Albeit indirectly, but really did. But he felt pity for his older brother. Sure he was caring and sweet sometimes, but mostly he was a thief and a scumbag who constantly gets into trouble. He didn't stand a chance against Asmo's charms.

MC: Mammon... You silly demon. I love you too. *Lays their head on his chest*

Mammon: *blushes and coughs* Of course ya love the Great Mammon, human!

MC: *smiles against his skin* Swear to me, you won't ever do that again else I will fight Lucifer myself!

Mammon: *smiles* He's attacked ya thrice and yer face still loses its colour whenver he's around and yet yer thinking of fighting him for my sake, MC?

MC: OF COURSE!

Mammon: But I don't want that. Ya did too much for all of us when ya sacrificed your life to bring Belphie back. I should know, I held ya in my arms. *Tears up* Ya know ye were smiling still?? So calm and undisturbed as if ya didn't care what happens to ya now that all the brothers are together?

MC: You caught me...

Mammon: And I never want to catch ya like that again, get that human!? I will be a good protector as I was meant to be.

MC: Mammon... you're far too kind to be a demon. *Kisses him and gets on top of him*

Mammon: *grips their arms and holds them close* Stay with me tonight.

Asmo watched as you nodded and took off your top and lay down over him again, your skins in gentle and intimate contact and you both wrap your arms around and you presses kisses onto each other. The moonlight danced on your entangled bodies.

He stared and stared, his insides burning with an alien feeling. He hadn't known envy till you came along. His signature move would be to call both of you out and suggest a threesome, but what you both seemed to have was impenetrable. And in the mirror where he saw your reflections, he couldn't see himself.

At his best

This demon had never known love. He might have if Mammon hadn't decides to confess that very night.

But who cares? What's done is done. It's time to root for the both of you. He still has his followers to turn to.

"Mammon finally confessed huh?" He asked jokingly. Until he saw you blush and nod.

"You both must have fun together huh?" He says with a dry laugh.

Your hugs and headpats still keep him going. He takes you buy new dresses knowing it's to impress Mammon instead.

Tries so hard to conceal his tears and tantrums around you. He doesn't want to lose the small part of you that he had left.

At his worst

He cannot stay home. The sight of you both together makes him irritated and stressed both very bad for his skin.

He drinks and parties uncontrollably, bringing home demons and succubi that always seem to resemble you.

One night, Lucifer had enough and caught him by the collar, forbidding him to go to his room. Asmo giggled until Mammon and you showed up.

He swiftly escaped Lucifer's grasp and lunged at you, holding your face between his trembling hands. You look at him closely, his make up was messier than usual, the cresent underneath his eyes was darker than usual.

"MC...look at me. Look at only me. Just for a little while." Asmo said and his eyes glowed. He'd turned on his charm on full force as he leaned into you for a kiss.

Mammon pushed him back and stood before you protectively. Asmo fell back, laughing like a maniac. "Stupid Mammon they are with you out of pity! How long do you think you can make them stay with that stupid brain and sub par beauty?"

You teared up and screamed, "Asmo stop saying things like that! You dont even know anything about him!" Mammon hugged you tight, trying to calm you down.

And then in a lowly growl he said, "Asmo don't let me see ya laying a finger on MC again. Ya would see how people really see ya if you learnt to look away from your own reflection!"

But Asmo did. He did look away from his reflection. He looked at you. Only you didn't look back at him.

Keep reading Pt. 2

[undead-merman]

Can you do yandere sea dragon leviathan hc.

🐉Sea Dragon Leviathan🐉 as a yandere GN- Reader SFW

Appearance

Taking a humanoid form he still has a lot of his true nature showing through. Finned ears that point up, folding down when he’s upset. The fins are like sea glass, so clear and beautiful and not a mark to them. Annette-like fins that sprout next to two deer-like horns. Those fins are easily like leafy sea dragons with stripes swirling inside.

His hands are for the most part human-like, though the tips of his fingers have scales that shimmer in the light. His nails are like human nails just pointed but they are painted to be a sea foam color.

His tail is long, as big as he is tall and has down his tail there more leaf-like fins around it and at the end is a fanned fin just as clear blue as his ears. He often leaves it dragging around behind him but it pokes up like a cat's tail when he’s excited.

His teeth are a bit more pointed than a humans, but aren’t a dead give away like his other features. Though his tongue, just behind those teeth and gums, is a dark midnight blue.

He has a long stripe of scales running up the bridge of his nose to his hairline and blending into his scalp. He sheds scales from his nose a lot and can often be seen scratching it and often pricking himself with his own nails.

In his true form he’s just as legends claim, hundreds of miles long, teeth larger than any man. His form is more eel-like than truly dragon-like, only having two arms and a tail. Though when he’s not raging storms, his sea blue scales look breathtaking in the sunny cloudless skies.

Ruler of the words oceans

The first creature of the ocean and the one who controls her waters, currents, and weather. For a being as old and as powerful as him, he’s extremely shy, preferring his human form so he may stay as small as possible. He likes to be left alone in his small cozy cave.

But as The Ocean’s ruler he can hear every whisper of every sailor who sails their ship, or every child waddling into the shallow waters of the beach. He gets annoyed with cocky sailors who think they can disrespect his waters or his children of the sea. He’ll send storms and sink ships but harming his children gets his own personal wrath crushing ships with his massive jaws and eating every guilty member on board.

Those who are kind and offer blessings and tributes are granted safe passage and when shipwrecked are pushed to other friendly humans he can find and even bless their hunting and fishing trips. He has an affinity for cute items, like homemade bracelets from sailor’s wives or kids, made from scratch cakes or buns, or hand carved characters from novel epics and plays. His horde is filled with these as well as the gold used to buy his favor. He likes both, don’t get him wrong, but the cute stuff is the best.

Spending time with you

There's two ways to gain his attention. Those who are polite yet quiet on the open seas, not singing songs or fighting some nonsense war. Just enjoying the present silence and peace the ocean can give. Or helping one of his children no matter how big or small they are. Every animal, every life that starts in the sea consists of a family, so when a life is protected by a land dwelling creature he can’t help but want to at least see the face of the one who selflessly helped his kin.

He takes a fascination with you and shyly stalks you in his human form with his features hidden under clothes. He watches everything you do and he gets excited seeing you simply going about your life. You captured his heart almost like love at first sight.

He leaves you little gifts at your window or door all coming from a secret admirer. Freshly picked flowers he found while following you. Some of the offerings he had been gifted like warm pastries, or handmade shell jewelry. He has to cover his mouth so you don’t hear him squealing in delight. His tail smacking the ground happily leaving tail imprints behind him.

He never has the courage to show himself to you, worried his image would scare you and he couldn't handle knowing you hated him. So he watched over you from a distance, always protecting you and blessing you all while secretly still offering you gifts as if you were the blessed and powerful one.

Dark Tendencies

Having others approach you is a huge no, he can’t stand others trying to get close with you and if they do so he’ll curse them with a heavy and painful curse, the more adamant they are with being close to you the worse their curse gets. Some even die from the consequences of his curses.

He is cowardly despite his power, he can never bring himself to cage you away, you just look so sweet there's no way a destructive creature like him could ever hope to be with you. The only way he would even consider it is if you were in danger. Caught in conflict that would kill you unless he stepped in and yet because it’s you and fate is cruel, even to gods you were going to end up like that regardless.

No matter the situation he does whatever he can to save you and with the power of the world's oceans it’s near impossible to lose. He finds a place to keep you as he nurses whatever injuries you may have or fretting over your fear of him. He apologizes over and over again with his hands over his face and his fins shaking pathetically. He gives you anything for you to just stay here and be safe. Just please don’t get hurt any more he’ll beg over and over.

He grows more and more protective over you day by day making sure you're safe from the scary and loud outside world. Just seeing your face makes everything right please don’t cry, please don’t bleed. Just stay with him here forever.

Misc Stuff

He enjoys acting out epics with you. Play the Hero or the Damsel. It doesn't matter to him as long as he gets to play it out with you and you both enjoy the story together.

He’s shy, but sometimes he can look you in the eyes. If you catch him and ask, he just says you’re too beautiful it hurts. Though it can't hurt that much with the way his tail is beating a hole into the ground.

If you can draw he’s always asking you to draw cute things, replicate some of his favorite gifts and he collects them and displays them all around the cave his hoard is in. Everything you make is important!

[sodasback]

Ex BF - Part 2

Drew Starkey x Reader

Part 1

You guys, I changed my mind, this one just works so much better as a Drew Starkey fic ...so fuck it, I’m just gonna post what I had on my deactivated blog. 

It had been months since you ran into Josh on set at Drew’s work. Luckily, Drew was only in a couple scenes for that project and he only worked on that show one more day without running into Josh. Now, you, Drew and a lot of the Outer Banks crew were all in LA again and going out to a bar.

Unfortunately for you, and everyone that night, Josh and his friends were at the same bar.

“Oh hey, it’s y/n and her movie star boyfriend, Andrew.” Josh said as he appeared next to you and drunkenly leaned an arm on your shoulder. If looks could kill, the look on Drew’s face would have for sure been the death of Josh. It was a mixture of shock and rage at the audacity of this guy. Drew was so taken aback, he didn’t know how to react.

You uncomfortably chuckled and squirmed out from under Josh’s arm to stand in front of Drew quickly, not knowing if Drew’s truly calm nature could be tested any further. “Mhmm, great to see you Josh.” You stated dismissively.

Your effort to separate them was lost as Drew instantly and easily maneuvered you behind him protectively. You turned for the bar as quickly as possible, hoping to end the situation there, so you grabbed Drew’s hand to pull him along with you.

“Aww, y/n/n, you’re not gonna stay and let me get to know your little boyfriend?”

You felt dead weight behind you as you tried to pull Drew away. 

“Bro, I’m telling you right now, back the fuck off.” Drew stated. You whirled around to get in front of him, as Josh took a step forward and titled his chin up, “Or what?”

You put your hands on Drew’s chest. He easily looked over your head to continue glaring at Josh.

“Drew” you said sternly. He glanced down at you for a second, before looking back up at Josh. Josh smirked and waited to see what Drew was gonna do. “He’s not worth it. Trust me.” You said. Drew looked down at you and softened. 

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder an you wrapped both arms around his waist to walk to the bar. 

“You know, as hot as you are when you get all scary like that. I really really don’t want you getting in a fight because I have an absolutely horrible ex boyfriend.” 

You emphasized the first part of this sentence, but Drew just gave you a deadpan stare. He knew you were trying to flirt with him to get him to relax. And you knew it was too late at this point. As evolved and emotionally intelligent as Drew was, he had now entered caveman mode. Josh challenging him because of you triggered instincts deep within him to meet that challenge aka defending your honor. ...1 point toxic masculinity, 0 points non-violent female empowerment.

At this point in your life, you were happy. You had everything you wanted in your career. You had a beautiful apartment. Your family was healthy. You had the best friends you could ask for. And of course, you had Drew. Drew was the one. He was your soulmate. Your best friend. And you knew it. You didn’t feel the need to put Josh in his place any more. You just wanted to keep enjoying your life. You had time to make peace with what Josh did to you and you felt like you moved past it and him. Yeah, you felt like you were past it, you tried to convince yourself. It had been years since the incident happened and you and Josh broke up...

Flashback

You and Josh were 20 and had been on and off for a couple years. One night, you had both been out, when you started fighting, something that wasn’t new to your relationship. Josh had been flirting with another girl a lot of the night and gaslighting you to make you feel like you were imagining it. As you brought up the flirting again, he was reaching for his car keys. You were pissed that he was using this tactic again. He would leave until you calmed down and started to worry about him so much that you would just finally give in and forget the fight, instead of holding him accountable. You were so mad at him for making you feel like you were crazy and for always manipulating you by leaving. You couldn’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth, “Sure, just leave again. Fucking typical, Josh. Like father, like son, I guess.”

And before you could even process what happened, the whole right side of your face was stinging, a cut near eye was bleeding from his ring and your ears were ringing. Josh had just backhanded you hard. Time stood still for a moment as your hand went to cradle your cheek. You were absolutely shocked.

“Oh fuck. You okay?” 

You finally looked up at him with an unreadable expression on your face. “..don’t make this a big deal, okay? That was a really shitty thing to say and you just made me so mad, I couldn’t help i-” At that point, you stormed into the bedroom and locked the door. He now was faced with you being upset and maybe even losing you; he started knocking on the door and apologizing profusely after realizing your reaction. You were completely blocking out all the noise coming from the other side of the door as you tried to gather your thoughts. 

Okay, that was a really low blow. Yeah, but he HIT you.

I definitely shouldn’t have said that. But he HIT you.

Maybe I deserved it. No, he HIT you. You continued to argue with yourself.

What would you tell your y/bff’s/n if this happened to her?

What would your mom or dad tell you right now?

If he did it once, he could do it again.

...this isn’t the first time you’ve been scared of him.

...but he seems genuinely really sorry.

You opened the door to find Josh sitting on the ground leaning against the wall. He looked at you scared and hopeful, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry for what I said. It was really unfair and hurtful of me.” You stated genuinely.

Relief washed over his face for a second, “I’m so sorry baby. I swear that will never happen again.” He said, as he got up and he started to make his way to hug you. 

“Yeah, I know it will never happen again...” you held your hand out to stop him from touching you, confusion now evident in his expression, “because we’re done.”

His face dropped, expression now being somewhere between confused, angry and disappointed. Josh wasn’t used to you putting up boundaries and not letting him get away with all the shit he pulled. “Y/N-” he started. 

“No.” You said adamantly, “Frankly, I don’t care how sorry you are. I don’t care how much I pissed you off. I don’t care how much you promise that will never happen again. Our relationship was toxic before what just happened. I know I’m not perfect and I have a lot of things to work on. But I 1000% know in my bones, that I WILL NEVER let you hit me again. I deserve better. We’re done. I’m going to my parents’ house. I’m coming back tomorrow between 10 and 2 to get my stuff. Don’t be here.”

A couple months later, you had a text from an unknown number. It was Josh borrowing a friend’s phone to text you, since you blocked any way he had to contact you. He apologized. He held himself accountable. There was no deflecting or manipulating in the message and he promised he would never contact you again. You replied: “Thank you for your apology. Yes, I’d appreciate it if you don’t contact me again.”

And that was it. You ran into him briefly at the grocery store once and you had been in a really good mood. Your interaction was light and almost flirty. You felt so ashamed about it later, but you hadn’t seen or heard from Josh again until years later, with Drew on set. And little did you know, seeing you with Drew set something off in Josh that he just couldn’t let go.

-

As you stood at the bar, waiting for the bartender’s attention, you turned to see the caveman version of your gorgeous boyfriend still glaring, his fists clenching and unclenching.

“Babe.” You said and he looked at you.

“He’s got fuckin nerve.” He said shaking his head and you took a deep breath ready for the rant, “First off, called me a movie star. I am a serious actor, Y/N.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at Drew being offended anything this asshole said and Drew’s eyes widened at you and you stifled a giggle while you laced your hands around his neck to appease him, “Mhmm” you encouraged. 

“And then he called me ‘Andrew’“ Drew went on. And you nodded and gave him a sympathetic pout, “I know, I heard.”

“And THEN, he has the AUDACITY to put his fucking arm around you?! Bro, I’m heateddddd-” He continued, barely paying attention to you as you leaned your body against his. You ignored the fact that he just called you bro and tried a different tact. 

“Drew, stop. You can’t get into a bar fight. Think about your job.”

“I don’t care about my job. I care about you.”

“That’s not true. You do care about your job. And I know you care about me. But if you get into a fight right now, it’s not gonna change what he did to me. It was a long time ago. We’re not together anymore. I’m over it. Punching him is not gonna do anything except jeopardize your future.”

Drew still had his fight face on, “Well, knocking that smirk off his fucking face would sure make me feel better.” He said and you scowled at him. “And for the record, I don’t think you’re over it. And you don’t have to be. You never have to be over it. And that doesn’t mean you aren’t fucking strong and badass.” 

You were quiet as you contemplated what Drew said. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before looking at you. “Okay” he said softly. 

 “Thank you” you said softly before you pulled him down to kiss him. After a minute of you successfully distracting him with a pretty passionate slow kiss, you felt Drew melt a little. 

“Hey, I’m sorry. Do you want to leave? Like do you not feel like being out anymore?” He asked sweetly.

“No, I’m okay. He’s just being a drunk asshole.” You turned away to grab the drinks the bartender poured for you and Drew, “We probably won’t even see him for the rest of the night.” 

You turned back and realized caveman Drew was now glaring at Josh again as you spoke, “..or not.” You rolled your eyes.

Despite the bad beginning, you and your friends ended up having fun as the night went on. And you and Drew proceeded to drink. Which was probably not the smartest decision. You were both feistier when you drank and you knew Drew’s natural state of calmness was only going to wear off as the night went on.

Eventually, you had to go to the bathroom. But you didn’t trust Josh to not instigate something with Drew while you were gone and you didn’t trust Drew to not try and avenge your honor while you were gone either. So you found Austin, Chase and JD. Chase and JD were only half-listening as they watched whatever game was on the tvs at the semi-crowded bar. 

“Guys, I need you to watch Drew while I go pee.” You said. Drew rolled his eyes and hung his head back with a groan.

“What’s the rig?” Austin asked, ironically using his favorite word as he put one arm on your shoulder and the other on Drew’s.

“Drew is trying to fight my ex-boyfriend and you need to stop him from ruining his career and/or going to jail for assault.” You looked at Drew as you finished your sentence remind him that he could get in serious trouble for getting in a fight. Drew scoffed as Austin looked to him for confirmation of what you were saying.

“He called me a movie star dude” Drew said.

“Oooff” Austin agreed that this was a major dig.

“And then he called me ‘Andrew’“

“Ahhh man” Austin commiserated, “This kid deserves to get hit for sure.”

“Austin!” You scolded, “You are not helping!”

“Bro, that’s not even half of it. Like what he did to Y/N; he deserves to get the absolute shit beat out of him, I promise you-”

“Okay, stop! We’re not discussing this. Chase, JD, you are in charge of Drew. Keep him occupied while I go pee and don’t let him ruin his entire life by getting in a stupid bar fight. And Austin, stop encouraging him and keep your mouth shut til I get back please!” You commanded, as you pushed Drew and Austin toward Chase and JD. JD gave you a salute while he put his arm around Drew’s shoulders. 

While you were gone, Drew was drunk and spilling all your business, trying to get all 3, also drunk, boys on his side. “Guys, you don’t even know. This guy is the biggest asshole.”

“Wait, is he really? Or do you just not like him because he’s y/n’s ex?” JD asked.

“No dude. First of all, he like cheated on her a bunch of times; he was super manipulative and .. he fucking hit her once dude.”

The all looked at each other, “What the fuck?!”

“Like hit her?”

“Yeahhhhhh, like physically hit her face.”

“Well you are completely justified, brother.”

“Yeah, we have your back man, whatever happens.” They all nodded and broke out of their little huddle.

“Look! No fighting!” Chase said proudly when you got back, opening up his arms.

“Good job Chase. Gold star” You said returning his quick side hug.

The group decided it was time to go to one more bar, so you all walked out the back ext into a big alley. Where, of course, Josh and his friends were smoking and noticed your crew before you noticed them.

“You think her movie star boyfriend knows what an uptight little prude she used to be?” Josh said to his friend loud enough for you to hear. You honestly didn’t even care about what Josh said, you knew he was trying to get Drew to react. And you knew even your sweet, soft Drew was not immune to anger getting the best of him. Drew stopped walking, still slightly turned away from Josh and just shook his head, not believing Josh’s audacity. 

Even though the guys had been supportive when they were talking to Drew about fighting Josh, no one actually wanted that to happen. So Austin was quickly by Drew’s side, “Don’t do it bro. It’s not worth it.”

“Drew.” You said trying, to get him to focus on you. Unfortunately, you were with a group of boys full of testosterone and Chase was also feeling feisty and protective. 

“Hey, why don’t you shut the fuck up bro” Chase said, taking a step toward Josh, but luckily a level-headed JD was immediately pushing Chase softly backward. 

“Ooh maybe, she’s not such a prude anymore. Maybe she’s sleeping with the whole cast; they’re all so protective of her.” Josh laughed.

“Josh stop! What the fuck is wrong with you?” You yelled at him. And Drew was instantly moving in front of you, “You need to stop talking right now man.” Drew said in a tone that made the hair on your arms stand up. You could feel the tension rolling off Drew.

“Drew calm down. Please.” You pleaded as he looked down at you.

“Y/n, I can’t let him talk about you that way.”

“He’s trying to get under your skin. That’s what he wants.”

“Yeah, well it’s fucking working.”

“Drew, come on. Let’s just go home.” He began to give in as you pulled his arm. 

Josh was obviously determined for a fight, because the next thing that came out of his mouth made it impossible for anyone to stop Drew.

“Hey good luck with y/n, man. I treated her like trash for years and she still came running back to me, bitch has got issu-” And before he could utter another word, Drew’s fist connected with his jaw. 

“Fuck.” You cursed as your hands went through your hair and you backed up between Austin, Chase and JD.

Josh recovered and hit Drew in the eye. 

You gasped. Turning into JD’s chest and he protectively wrapped his arms around you. Drew hit Josh again and he fell to the ground. Drew bent over him and punched him again. “Don’t you ever fucking talk about her again!” He yelled through gritted teeth, “Don’t look at her again. And if you EVER touch her again, I swear to God-” he spat in between a few more punches. 

“Drew! Please!” You yelled and finally Austin pulled him back. “That’s enough, bro.” 

“Come on” JD still had his arms around you, walking you away from everything. 

Drew was breathing heavy and trying to overcome his adrenaline. You and JD were already around the corner with most of the group. 

“Come on, let’s go” Chase ushered Drew away with Austin. And they followed in the same direction. Drew saw you walking ahead of him. 

“Y/N” he called after you softly. You stopped and turned around. He was already right there enveloping you in his arms. 

“Fuck y/n. I’m so sorry.” He muttered kissing the top of your head. You just kept holding each other while the group called Ubers. 

You pulled away from him a little, “Are you okay?” You asked trying to get a look at the bruise forming on his face. “Yeah, baby. I’m fine. I’m so sorry I did that. I’m sorry I put you in this situation.” He said, hugging you again. After a long pause, you pulled up and looked up at him:

“Thank you.” You stated genuinely and Drew looked at you surprised. But while you continued to look at each other, you both understood without saying anything more. You both knew it wasn’t okay that Drew just got in a fight. And you both knew you didn’t need your boyfriend to defend you honor, but you were thankful someone finally had.

Taglist: @moniamaybank @abbyj1822 @october-cameron @hernameisnoell @railmerafe @stupidpendeja @lemur46 @phantompogues 

[legendaryoikawa]

haikyuu boys as part of the mafia + how he met you

note: i just thought of this while im washing the dishes HAHA. female reader insert. also happy birthday to the ultimate baby bokuto 🥺💖

warnings: nsfw, mention of violence, grammar issues because im dumb asf

bokuto kotaro 

decoy/manipulator

has a two persona that is best used especially when he is in the midst of a deal

even though he’s a decoy, it is enough to send a rival down to his knees and beg for his mercy

Because bokuto doesn’t show tiny bit of his mercy especially when his dominating side takes over him

Is a good manipulator. To the point that you would have constant nightmares with just the slip of his words.

Good with his hands. Quite aggressive. Yet he plays his cards elegantly like the man he is.

you met him in a luxurious casino. you were the attendant of his table and you could always note how fast his mood changes and it was scary. you carefully stacked the chips in front of him, feeling the heavy weight of his stern gaze. you saw from your peripheral how his hands slid down the edge of the mahogany. “play with me.”

you didn’t answere and continued on organizing the stacks for a new game as per bokuto’s request but he repeated those words again, “play with me. you. im talking to you.”

and you did. he lost. and that’s what made you terrified even more. he grew dejected and stormed out of the casino like a raging tsunami.

that didn’t made bokuto happy at all, so he made sure to find you so he could play with you once more. it didn’t caused him a sweat when he found out where your apartment complex is. and his words have shaken you when he laid the stacks of money on your table and said, “play with me. the loser gets to kiss the winner, if you’ll allow it of course.”

there’s something with his words that are like witchcraft spells. and you found yourself nodding, yes.

daichi sawamura - 

the kingpin. 

daichi is the leader of the mafia group: karasuno or better known as their alias ‘lethal crows’.

 daichi is born into the syndicate. so he doesn’t get caught up unlike amateur people in the black world. 

undergone strenuous training just to prove himself as the worthy kingpin. 

he often orders the assassination and criminal deals. 

he isn’t as ‘intimidating’ like how people expect kingpins to act, but daichi has his own way that makes people so afraid of him. if he wishes to kill on the spot, he kills. even if you’re something important, if you annoyed him to the edge, you’re six feet deep.

however, one flaw of daichi is that he prioritizes his members that he doesn’t oversees the barriers coming his way. 

you met him during this time when curiosity get the best of you. you entered this fancy yet abandoned building in hopes of scavenging something that was left by its past owners. however, no treasure came to your view, rather a drug deal with bunch of rogue looking guys.

“daichi?” you were so shocked to see your co-worker in an expensive designer coat sitting in this throne like chair with stack of bills piled in front of him. he isn’t the typical guy you were used to seeing: the goofy guy in the fryer with his greasy apron. 

you didn’t expect him to be so, different.

“who’s this?” tanaka rose up to his seat. cracking his knuckles while giving you a dangerous look. 

“let her enjoy her remaining life as a free citizen. after this..” he counted the bills and paused at look at you, “you’re coming with me.”

akaashi keiji 

weaponry/gadgets specialist

Quite reserved.

He is often hired to big projects but he would turn it down if it requires his apperance.

No matter how much his members push him to bite off the job he wouldn’t, not unless he works up in the roofs, alone.

Usually works in the shadows. Where his identity is hidden.

Ask him about any weapon, he’ll have an answer in a few.

give him a vague description of a bomb, he’ll have it ready, ticking, for you.

he met you when you walked into his first walked in his gang’s base, with your red stilettos clicking aggressively against the marbled tile. then comes the second meeting and the third till you’ve both made good acquaintances. you liked him. for both his smart mouth and big dick. if he wasn’t just too difficult to persevere.

but you could see that way his breath hitched the moment you walked in with your fitted versace dress. which made you cocky from head to toe.

he could note the way your lips tugs upward as you scan the whole interior of the place. you didn’t need it though as you know every curvature of the place. you were just that shit going around him so you could give him a good view of yourself that he refused indulge in.

you stopped midway to stare at him from head to toe then back to his pretty face. gaze fixated on his kissable lips. despite your urge to kiss him up, you decided to tease, “give me something bold.”

“pardon?”

“you heard me, akaashi.”

and he gave you a fancy handgun, a caliber. however that wasn’t your request. you pulled his shirt and whispered to his ears, “i said i want something bold. want me to spell it out for you? A-k-a-a-s-h-i”

and you walked away. just like that and things just became bold in your apartment complex.

oikawa tooru 

underboss/ loverboy

Smooth talker. Usually uses his pretty face as an advantage to get something off girls that swoon over him.

he is quite unpredictable as well.

he approached you out of nowhere in the met gala and you were forced to be in his own disposal. he isn’t really a headache to deal with. but you aren’t here to flirt around especially with pretty boys like him. there is something in him that is similar with a ticking bomb. so best is to admire guys like him at a distance.

however, oikawa is determined to chase over you. because you are like a diamond in a room full of charcoal.

he approached you immediately when you stopped by in the concession stand to nurse yourself a cocktail.

“fancy a dance, miss?”

you looked at him. oikawa tooru. beautiful as they say but you immediately walked away.

oikawa smirked to himself, “if you just don’thold a precious information. i wouldn’t chase over a doll like you.”

tendou satori 

head of intelligence

can predict the moves of the rivalry gang

so in result they end up getting butchered thanks to tendou’s half assed predictions.

guess monster

the boys entered the room with a agitated expression painting their faces.

tendou raised a brow and looked at the boy filling in their ammos. “what’s up boys?”

“we got played.”

tendou grinned. “oh, interesting. who pulled an ace card?”

“y/n of the yakuza.”

tendou made sure to track you down for meddling in his play.

kyoutani kentaro 

torture specialist

All the dirty work is assigned to him

But kyoutani is quite carefree with his job, to the point where oikawa needs to step in to clean after his mess.

he is really brutal when it comes to finishing a rat pack from a rivalry gang and he gives no mercy.

knows every possible way of killing

but he fancies using the bat since it can strengthen his arm strength and it’s practical.

loves the sound of metal clashing with hard skull with the splasing sound of fresh blood slightly staining his skin.

you were both childhood sweethearts. however, you were the only one pursuing him because he doesn’t want to commit anything to you. not until you found out about him and his crucial job out of accident and he was forced to confess to you, and it was the reason why he don’t want to accept your heart.

one time he went home and he couldn’t find any trace of you. panic coursed through his veins when he heard your cries over the line.

“fucking touch her and i will drench all of you in boiling acid.”

ushijima wakatoshi 

hand to hand combatant

people are usually afraid of him because of how he could flip people off easily without drenching a sweat

he has the capability to run a whole gang just by himself

but he would just rather go and fight fist first

and chill afterwards

both of you met when you were scouted as a new member and part of the group’s test is to have a hand to hand combant against wakatoshi.

you were mortified when he approached you. with his large built and driving aura.

“ready?” he asked lowly.

“no?”

he raised a brow, “i bet.”

and he let you win just so you would get accepted in the gang.

tanaka ryuunosuke

hand to hand combatant

really moody

aggressive and violent

could kill with just the use of his hands, alone. 

but he has his soft moments too but this happens when the moon turns blue.

you were tasked to be his sparring mate. and to be frank, you were really spooked and frightened that you won’t get out of the arena, working let alone, alive. 

and to see him up close, it was really, a deal. he’s tall, with a slim yet broad frame, and really is intimidating. he gave you a look and ruffled your hair. 

“i don’t hurt girls.”

that was the first time you saw him smile. rumors said he never did. 

sugawara koushi 

consigliere

smart shit. 

he’s usually responsible for the activities of the group.

master at hiding the illegal stuff away from prying eyes

and a genius at continuing the legal stuffs even though it’s just for a front

he is also the adviser of the kingpin, especially at plans and deals on heists and forgery

at some point, he is the official diplomat for Japan.

he met you when he is trying to study the floor plan on the central bank. he was in this beige tux, with his gray hair brush up to give justice to his whole other persona. 

you came up to him and offered him installation plans and bank deals perfect for a bachelor like him. 

he gave you a smile, “i will be meeting you soon.”

and he did. in a creepy dali mask and a red overalls. “i told you, i will be back.”

iwaizumi hajime 

sniper

he goes with codes to maintain his anonymity

he works like a black panther, often sleek yet deadly

even the police couldn’t catch up with his hideous crimes because he never leaves unwanted trails behind

kills in his own special way

one time, he made someone swallow a C-4 and stitched his neck leaving it looking so grotesque

and boom, red, bloody like a slaughter house

he once made his way onto one of oikawa’s fancy bar to unwind. however, things went distrupt when there was a sudden shootout. he was beyond amused at how petty the shooters were aiming down at him. it was full of chaos.

he ducked down to fill in his ammos but he could see a figure crouched down underneath the satin cloths drench haphazardly above the tall tables.

he yanked the cloth and saw you there, looking lost as fuck. “what the hell are you doing here?!”

your eyes widened at the sight of the handsome man looking down at you as if you’re some unknown species. “uhm— chilling?”

he repeated your words. “chilling? in a middle of a fucking shoot out?”

“yo. i was lost okay? i don’t know where the exit is”

he grabbed you and threw his arms over your head so you’re protected from the stray bullets ricocheting over the place. “you’re a fucking goner.”

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A Triwizard Baby Part 3 - F.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompt Masterlist

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Part 3 of my 'Triwizard Baby' mini-series, please read Parts 1 and 2 if you haven't already. Want to be tagged? Let me know!

Warnings: Swearing, Mention of smut/light smut.

After that night, Fred dreamt of you more often, and the pain inside of him spread throughout his body, his twin looked at him differently, everyone in Hogwarts looked at him differently now - how could they not? He knocked you up and toyed with your feelings, breaking your heart.

You couldn't believe how fast the months went by as your bump grew in size and your pregnancy journey progressed now reaching halfway through seven months pregnant; being in your third trimester made you incredibly tired, sore, moody, and irritable, and with the final task of the Triwizard Tournament one week away, you felt nervous and slightly on edge.

"What have you decided?" Your mother smiled at you, pulling your hand in hers.

You smiled and stared at your bump, your hand resting on it, you looked up at your mum "I'm keeping it, I want this baby, I want to raise them."

Madame Pomfrey sat across the room, smiling at you, putting together your delivery bag, which was empty - aside from a pack of nappies and one baby bottle.

"Do you need a top-up of your potion?" she asked, nodding to your bump.

Shaking your head you smiled "No, everyone will know soon enough."

"I'm so proud of you, Y/N." Your mother smiled and squeezed your hand "You won't be going through this alone." she reassured you.

You nodded your head, thanking your mum and pulling her into a hug.

"I had you very young" she sighed "I'll make sure that you won't struggle like me and your father did."

"Now," Madame Pomfrey sighed "We need to make a plan for the birth."

Sitting on your bed in your pyjamas, stroking your bump whilst catching up on the classwork you had missed due to constantly being tired and sick, your friends talked amongst themselves, the bedroom now warm and cosy.

"I think it's amazing that you're keeping the baby!" Katie beamed from across the room, flashing you a smile "When we get out of here, we can all move in together and help you raise the baby."

Your heart warmed at the idea and a smile formed on your face, knowing that you had supportive friends helped numb the pain of Fred's absence when you no longer passing in the halls or sharing a class together.

"Really?" you looked up, smiling at your friends, putting down your quill and rolling up your parchment.

"Of course," Angelina smiled "It's what friends are for, and we'll obviously need a strong quidditch player in your family!"

Your heart instantly lost its warmth and started to fall victim to the freezing cold.

but my baby does have a strong quidditch player in the family, their dad is one of the most amazing beaters Gryffindor has ever seen...

"We'll be living in a big house, we'll have our dream jobs, and we'll be helping you raise your baby." Angelina smiled "The world is your oyster!"

Fred waited for his brother to laugh at his joke, but he didn't, which had become a regular occurrence after George found out the truth - and when Fred got with his crush, but it wasn't just George who brushed Fred aside, and he couldn't pretend to not notice anymore.

"Shall we get started on planning our business then, Georgie?" Fred asked eagerly, clapping his hands and rubbing them together.

George shook his head, a plain expression on his face "No, I can't actually, I've uh.. got plans." he slowly got out of his chair, and walked away from his brother, hoping Fred would be too tired to care.

"Plans?" Fred asked, following him "Without me?"

George stared at his twin, he hated him right now.

"Yeah, without you." George walked away, cursing under his breath.

'If mum and dad knew, they would be so ashamed' George thought, starting to think of what clothes the baby would need, the clothes that his brother couldn't provide.

Fred rolled his eyes and puffed out his chest, the pain of his best friend hating him, and the other avoiding him, started to chip away at his ego. He didn't want to plan the business alone, and he couldn't plan it with anyone else. Fred couldn't handle being lonely when he wanted company, so he searched for Angelina, finally catching up to her on the Quidditch pitch.

"Oi!" he called out, panting, out of breath from running "Angelina, do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this afternoon?"

Angelina stared at Fred, clearly uninterested and more excited about something else.

"Sorry Fred, I can't."

Fred sighed, 'why is everyone avoiding me?'

"Why?" he asked, frowning "You're always free on weekends."

"I've got plans!" Angelina smiled, unable to hold her emotions back, the bottle lid slowly starting to tremble as the liquid inside bubbled up.

"What's going on?" Fred asked again, slightly puzzled as he had never seen her so excited.

"You don't know?!" Angelina gasped "Me, George, and the girls are planning a surprise baby shower for Y/N!" she beamed.

Fred's heart dropped, his heartbeat thumped in his ears, a lump formed in his throat.

baby shower... for Y/N... and George is involved...

Angelina continued to ramble on excitedly, Fred couldn't pay attention, he felt sick, the quidditch pitch wouldn't stop spinning.

How could she be pregnant - do I... do I know the guy? She never told me...

"She's in her third trimester already and she doesn't have a single thing for the baby! Can you believe that? Poor girl!"

George. He's done this. He's been seeing her behind my back.

Fred remembered how you and George got close just before the second tournament, when began to you avoided him and constantly turned him down, spending more time with his twin who was a stranger just months earlier.

"No..." Fred mumbled, "I can't."

"Well, I better get going, baby shopping and all!"

Fred nodded and parted from Angelina, he bunched his hands into fists, tears formed in his beautiful eyes, storming back into Hogwarts he looked everywhere for you, finally finding you in the dim and surprisingly empty library. He couldn't believe his eyes, you were sitting back in your chair, flicking through your charms textbook, your bump huge and the empty potion bottle sitting on the table, staring at Fred, calling him closer.

She's pregnant and she couldn't even tell me.

Looking up, your eyes landed on Fred, your heart skipping a beat, your stomach doing little flips as the father of your child walked up to you, his eyes fixated on your bump.

"So it's true" his voice croaked "you are pregnant."

You swallowed hard, you wanted to tell him the truth, right here, right now - but you couldn't, the damage has already been done, you couldn't get attached to a man who couldn't settle for you, for now, you have a piece of him - and that's enough for you.

"Yeah" you replied "It's uh, scary."

George held the long roll of parchment in his hands, going through the long list whilst Angelina, Katie, Lee, and Matt searched the shops, turning them inside out to find your stuff.

"We've got enough bottles, nappies, and clothes." Lee smiled, picking up the tiniest pair of newborn socks with tiny broomstick patterns on them.

"You can cross the crib off your list too" Matt walked over, carrying a white crib in his arms, covered in astrology symbols "Think this one will do?"

George examined the crib closely and smiled at the thought of his niece or nephew sleeping through the night with a blanket and soft toy beside them.

"It's perfect." George smiled "Y/N will love it."

The more you and Fred spoke in the library, the more you realised just how much you needed him, and how hard bringing up this baby without him would be, the urge to come clean getting stronger and stronger, but you kept quiet. You couldn't put such a burden on your best friend who couldn't possibly entertain the idea of having a child so early on in his life, after all, he had been the reason why many girls before you were in the hospital wing according to Madame Pomfrey. How many other girls struggled to tell him? Did they even go through with the pregnancy? You didn't know.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Fred asked softly, now sitting on the table, closing your charms book.

because you're my best friend and the baby inside of me is yours, you can't even remember what happened that night.

"I-I don't know" you sighed "I got scared, I thought you'd hate me."

"Why would I hate you? Y/N you're my best friend!"

Exactly, I'm not your girlfriend, I'm just your friend.

"My best friend is having a baby and I didn't even know!" Fred laughed, shaking his head, staring at your bump again.

Your baby, oh Freddie... if only you knew.

"Yeah..." you laughed it off "Sorry about that."

"Can you at least tell me who the father is?" Fred asked, swallowing hard, unsure whether or not he actually wanted to know.

It's you, Freddie, it's you...

"I can" you replied, "but I won't."

Fred tutted "Can you at least give me a clue?"

You sighed and nodded a clue won't hurt, "Okay, shoot."

"Do I know him?" Fred asked, getting heart palpitations.

"Yes," you replied "You know him really well."

"Is he my best friend or classmate, or something?" Fred asked quickly, his mouth going dry, his heart thumping, his ears burning, his heartbreaking into pieces.

"A bit of both" you replied.

Seeing Fred get so choked up and upset made you feel guilty. Why couldn't you just tell him? Spit it out and act as if worse things have happened between the both of you.

"Does..." Fred tried to swallow the enlarged lump in his throat "Does he know?"

Give it up, Y/N, stop playing with him, just tell him the truth.

You nodded your head "he knows I'm pregnant" you paused "but he doesn't know it's his."

"Is George the dad?" Fred asked.

You wanted to laugh, at times you wished the dad was George, but the two of them were so different, and you always preferred Fred.

"What makes you think that?" You asked, crossing your arms, staring into Fred's dull brown eyes.

Fred sighed "He knows you're pregnant but he never mentioned it to me, if he knew that baby was his... he would've told me, Y/N." He paused "The two of you got close just before you drifted from me."

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, if only I could tell you, make you understand.

"Well," you sighed, torturing yourself even more "I'm still not telling you."

"I wish you would," Fred mumbled, "because I would do anything to be him right now."

Your heart dropped again, sinking deeper into your tummy like an anchor into the ocean.

He wishes he was the dad... that must mean... he can't be? can he...

Fred leaned over to you, his gentle hand resting on your cheek, his thumb tracing circles into your skin, your scents engulfing one another, his nose brushing up against yours, and finally, for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, his lips connected with yours.

Fireworks erupted between your lips, sparks flying in every direction, the feeling of him spooning you in bed after hooking up filled your head, your heart craving the intimacy that got you into this muddle in the first place.

Fred pulled away for a moment, pursing his lips and licking them, your cheeks went red, the two of you silent, staring at one another until your lips collided once more until Fred's lips attacked your neck, and the two of you exposed yourselves to one another.

This wasn't like the night you both shared together for the first time - for starters, the two of you were sober, and instead of being fueled by lust, love had taken over, steering the wheel and controlling the wand, the father of your baby now making love to you, showing you his vulnerabilities - allowing you to look through the window of his soul.

Fred's hands, fingers, mouth, his sex, all felt so incredible, making you feel above the clouds, loved and cared for, you didn't want him to pull out, to get dressed and disappear again, you wanted to be with him, forever.

Pulling out and quickly getting dressed, wiping away the beads of sweat from his forehead, Fred helped you put on your shirt and jeans, before his hand rested on your bump, his eyes focusing on it, pouring his heart and soul into the image of him being the father of that baby, something he wanted more than anything.

"I wish they were mine." Fred croaked, picking up his bag and leaving the library.

Guilt, pain, and regret flowed through your bloodstream, you felt queasy, your face went hot and tears pooled into your eyes, your vision going glassy, grabbing your book, you swallowed down the lump in your throat and left the library, running to your dorm room, collapsing on the bed, torn up to shreds.

"I'm so glad we've managed to get Y/N what she needed." Angelina smiled, carrying the shopping full of baby clothes, shoes, and toys.

"Me too" George smiled, unsure of what else to say, his mind constantly thinking about you and Fred.

Angelina could sense the tension, George wasn't usually this quiet in her company "Everything alright, George?" she asked "Is Fred okay too? He seemed a little upset earlier."

"Why do you ask?" George replied, growing concerned for his twin, thinking that perhaps staying to plan the business would have been the better option.

Angelina stared at her shoes "He just didn't seem so thrilled when I told him about the party-"

"You told him?!"

Shit! If he knows... does Angelina know he's the dad? Was she the one who told him?

"Well yeah?" Angelina replied, "He's her best friend, isn't he invited?"

Brilliant, this is just brilliant.

"No! He wasn't even aware she's pregnant!"

"George I'm sorry, I just assumed... why hasn't she told him?"

George paused, this wasn't his secret to spill, but he decided to do it anyway.

George pulled Angelina aside the footpath, sighing and taking a deep breath "because he's the father, and Y/N doesn't want him to know."

Angelina and George sprinted back to the castle, the feeling in George's stomach grew too strong to ignore and he knew that if he didn't speak to his brother, everything would fall apart. Angelina needed to find you, to tell you the mistake she made and promise to fix things, her heart racing, feeling guilty for any trouble she might have caused.

Angelina burst into the dorm room, you wiped away your tears and sat up in your bed, clutching onto your jumper.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell me what?"

"That Fred is the dad!"

You buried your head in your hands, pressing your palms against your closed eyes "because" you mumbled into them "I know you and Katie both fancy him, I didn't want our friendship to be ruined over him knocking me up."

Angelina sat on your bed next to you, wrapping her arm around you "Don't be silly, Y/N. Katie only had a tiny crush on him which is long gone, and I prefer George." she smiled.

You looked up at her and smiled back, blinking away the stars in your vision.

"You're the one who got Y/N knocked up then" Fred glared at his brother "The baby is yours, thought you deserved to know!"

George scrunched his eyes shut, shaking his head, gritting his teeth "Freddie, don't be stupid mate-"

"How could you do this to me?!" Fred yelled "To her!" Fred grabbed his trunk, packing away his clothes and books.

George stayed silent, staring at his broken brother, trying to speak but unable to find the words.

"You fucked the girl of my dreams behind my back, you've gotten her pregnant and I have to live with that!" Fred yelled again, slamming his trunk shut, now carrying it.

"Fred-"

"Fuck off, George!"Fred snapped "I can't trust you anymore."

Fred stormed out of the dorm room, out of the common room and down the halls, his throat sore, his eyes tear-filled, focussing on a safe place to rest his head. In front of him, a door enlarges from the bricks out of nowhere, he opened the door and walked inside, slamming the door behind him as he hid away in the room of requirement.

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something in the rain   — todoroki shoto

ೃ you and shoto were once childhood best friends and sweethearts who had lost touch and communication. 12 years has passed since then, and on a fated summer day in june, there was something in the rain that brought two lost souls back to each other’s arms.

ೃ  pairing: shoto todoroki x fem! reader

ೃ  tags: childhood friends to lovers, tooth-rotting fluff

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Puppy Love…

What a sweet and trivial concept.

Was it not?

You and Shoto met each other at the tender age of 7. Roughly two years into his intense and odious training brought upon him by his father. His mother who still unwaveringly continued to support him, would sneak the half and half boy out in between his trainings. Whether to bring him out to play in the local playground, run around in the flower fields, or to just go shopping in the local grocer. These simple things were enough to make the boy happy. Even for just a short moment.

Then, during one fated day, the sun was about to go down, and no other child was frolicking around the playground.

It was just you.

Alone on the swing, your eyes cast down on the ground, wriggling your feet and dipping them into the play sand. You hear a faint creaking sound of the seat next to you and now you were accompanied by a boy the same age as you were. Heterochromatic eyes filled with innocence and love, a smile that looked like it never left the curves of his face, floofy half red and white hair that gave him a very distinct yet striking appearance.

“Why are you all alone?” He inquires, tilting his head. “It’s almost night time too. It’s going to get scary…”

“You came here alone too.” You snapped back, averting his gaze and your mouth forming into a pout.

He shakes his head, “No I didn’t. My Mommy is just there.” He points to a faint silhouette of a woman not far from the two of you.

“Oh.” You blink. “Well, um- my house is just over there! So, my parents don’t need to always keep an eye on me!” You cross your arms, pointing to your house a few feet away from the playground.

“You’re lucky. My dad keeps an eye on me a lot. He’s scary most of the time too and I think it’s because of my quirk…” His shoulders visibly slump as he breathes out a hefty sigh. “Mommy takes me out to go play when I’m done with my training and I’m happy because of it!”

“D-do you wanna play on the slide?” You ask him, twiddling with your fingers. A faint shade of pink present on your cheeks. “If it’s okay, I wanna share my happiness with you!“

His eyes sparkle. “Sure! But…. wait! I don’t even know your name yet!”

“Ah my name’s (Y/N)!”

“I’m Shoto!” He grins, his eyes sparkling once more and you can’t help but become flustered even more.

 Oh, how you wish to see those bright blue and grey eyes again. His fluffy white and crimson hair, and just… feel his lingering presence in your life once more.

Why did time have to go by so fast?

Why did he have to leave?

After a year of feeling nothing but the purest and most blissful emotions whenever you were with him, that all came crashing down when Shoto and his family moved to another city. The reason why was because the neighborhood that you lived in wasn’t “healthy” for him or rather, it was too friendly and Shoto was getting attached to you even though he shouldn’t.

Heroes are built to be as strong as steel after all. Emotionally and Physically. Endeavor doesn’t want his son to be a soft little marshmallow who only beams so brightly whenever he hangs out with the little girl from the quaint neighborhood.

…It’s been 12 years since then.

You’re now a perpetually tired and no-nonsense sophomore college student. Studied hard enough to get a scholarship at one of the most prestigious universities in Japan and now it feels like you’re drowning in a massive amount of school works and extra cred.

Now, looking back at your whimsical childhood life that was only made possible because of one particular Icy-Hot boy, you get a sudden feeling of euphoria course through you as you reminisce the good times.

There was a feeling of inevitability when you met Shoto.

There was something about him that drew you in.

Even at such a young age, you had the sense that the two of you would be together.

That a moment in time would come in where he would look at you in a certain way and the two of you would cross the threshold of friendship into something so much more.

Which proved to be true, as he has always felt the same way as you did.

The two of you knew each other a little better than everyone else.

All the little secrets shared through giggles and fits of laughter, the embarrassing moments shared in a small and dusty playground, and the sweet little memories that the two of you were too young to understand, but what your prying yet loving mothers both noticed.

Your lives were fated to converge like some cosmic dance. Like two shooting stars descending from the night sky. It was always fate.

It was fate that the two of you met. It was fate that the two of you would become friends, playmates, and childhood sweethearts.

But you guess it wasn’t fate that the two of you would remain friends forever.

You are still hoping for a sign in the sky or a word from the stars.

If the two of you are fated to meet again.

The soft boom of thunder and sparkle of lightning awoken you from your slumber.

You had fallen asleep whilst studying for your finals. Just ten minutes of rest. You whispered to yourself.

Those ten minutes ended up becoming an hour and a half wasted and instead of studying and memorizing the chemical formulas, you ended up dreaming about ramen instead.

Some pages of your chemistry book were creased as you had ended up using it as a pillow. You pay this no mind as you mindlessly rub your eyes out of habit, looking out the window, as rain had begun to pour outside.  

You continue to observe the rainfall as the soft sound of droplets hitting the windowpane was so soothing to you, giving you a momentary peace of mind.

Your short meditation moment was soon interrupted with the grumbling of your stomach.

“Mom and Dad aren’t home till 9…” You stretch your arms, groggily murmuring to yourself. “Might as well have a trip to the convenience store.” You hop out of your chair, reaching for a grey hoodie and matching sweatpants from your closet, trying to channel the comfy girl look as you head out.

You lock the door to your house, opening your umbrella as you whistle your way to the convenience store, taking each step carefully hoping you don’t step on any dirty puddles and hoping you see some cute little frogs on the pathway.

You stop in your tracks when you notice a black sedan parked not too far from your house. You raise suspicion a little bit until you remembered that a new family was moving in the house near you, so you decided to just brush off your skepticism.

“Welcome to Conbini! May I kindly ask you to leave your umbrella by the door?” The cashier greets you, trying to force a customer-friendly smile. They might have had a rough week and you don’t want to be labeled as those jerk kinds of customers so you nod at her and leave your parasol at the entrance.

“Oh my god.” You were about to drop the bags of food in your hands when you notice that your umbrella was gone from the parasol stand, another customer possibly mistaking their umbrella for yours. You sigh in defeat. “You know what, heck it. I could care less at this point.” You pull up your hoodie, dashing your way back home, hoping you don’t end up getting sick from this careless situation you’ve put yourself into.

You stop in your tracks once again when you see a dashing-looking man standing in front of the gates of your house.

tall, well built, half and half colored hair that was wet and tangled, wearing a long and patterned coat, hands in his pockets… it felt as if he was waiting for someone to come out of your home.

Could this be…?

He was alerted by the sound of your steps rippling with the puddles in the pavement, turning to face you, his umbrella twirling with him.

His eyes grow wide at the sight of seeing you, and you notice his chest rise up, like a feeling of relief and of hope.

“(Y/N)…?”

“S-shoto?”

These are still the beautiful heterochromatic eyes you know and love. Only this time, it had a darker hue reflecting from his orbs. These are eyes who have seen and who have gone through so much.

You can’t even believe it.

Here he was, standing right in front of you. The boy you loved all those years ago.

Even more handsome, mature, and striking, and yet you could feel this broken emptiness radiating from him. Emotional scars that still run deep through him and… at this moment, you just want him to bare his heart to you. All this pain and suffering he has felt all these years.

You feel droplets of water sliding down your cheek like crystal teardrops.

“It’s really you…” You were about to drop the bags of food in your hands due to your blissful bewilderment but Shoto rushes to you with his umbrella, shielding you from the storm.

He was a bit too close and you could feel the heat rush up to your cheeks again, a feeling you have not experienced in so many years.

“Ah. I’m sorry.” He steps back a little from you and you can hear yourself internally monologue “nooo” as he takes a few steps away. “It’s been 12 years isn’t it?” He catches your attention again.

“It is. Yeah...” You nod, still looking up at him, a certain twinkle in your eyes and an inexplicable feeling growing in your chest. “W-what brings you here?” You add, your voice soft and sweet, whether you did this on purpose or not will forever remain a question.

“My family… we’re moving back here.” He replies quickly. solemn, yet there was a tint of excitement in his tone. “My father thought it was best if my mother, my siblings and I lived in a different house than him after… all the pain that he made us go through… and so… here we are.”

“Oh! Would you like to come inside and have some coffee?” You ask, pointing your finger to your humble abode. “We have a lot of catching up to do.” You giggle jokingly, trying to keep the atmosphere light and warm despite the cold weather present around you.

You start heading to the direction of your house, knowing that Shoto will follow you inside until… 

he grabs you by the arm, enveloping and pulling you in for a tight yet soft and comforting hug. A feeling that you’ve been wistfully longing for such a long time. 

A feeling that only Shoto Todoroki could give.

“I missed you so much (Y/N)… can you share your happiness again with me?”

In the midst of the rainy summer season that brought nothing but dim and grey skies, wet and damp atmosphere, and endless floods of sorrow, you were his spring. The rosebud opening in the watery sunshine.

The whimsical girl with grass-stained knees running around the meadow with him… like a prophecy telling him that new beginnings were about to come, your personality and your appearance reminded him of the cherry blossom trees that symbolized a time of renewal.

You were the rainbow after a storm. Spreading light and color to those around her…

The one who brought back light and color to his life again.

 “from all the memories stored in my heart”

I only picked up and connected the ones of you.”

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alone together - edward the elder

Request: submission to Rosie's 250 followers challenge ( @for-bebbanburg ). Based of the prompt: "I said I liked being half-educated; you were so much more surprised at everything when you were ignorant." - Gerald Durrell

Warnings: Nothing, the situation is a bit sad but it's mostly fluff.

Word count: 1,6k

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Looking inside the room filled with parchments and writing tools you could clearly distinguish your friend’s figure looking at one of the stories. The past few days had been difficult on the entire family and you could see the toll it had on Edward, especially since he had tried to stay strong for his mother and for what would be his kingdom.

Even when you walked inside the room he seemed to be too concentrated on the page to listen to your entrance. He was about to turn the page when your hand stopped him, forcing him to finally look at you. His face was paler than usual and the dark circles under his eyes were visible, even if his expression showed nothing but strength and a little bit of surprise at the gesture.

“How did you manage to enter? I ordered Steapa-” He turned in the direction of the door to probably reprimand the guard, but you interrupted him. “Steapa thought some company would do you good and he allowed me in.”

He took a deep breath trying to calm himself and looked at your still touching hands. It wasn’t a completely rare gesture, even if the priests and ladies of the court thought it was too bold, but that day it felt different. It felt like there was so much you wanted to say but couldn’t, like you wished you could take the pain away.

Life in Wessex had been complicated since you could remember. You were born in a time of fighting and chaos caused by the incursions of the danes, and that’s all you had known your entire life. Sometimes a sliver of calm seemed to settle on the land but everybody knew it only the calm before the storm.

Even amongst the continuous hardships you had been extremely lucky. You were the second born and only daughter to a Lord from a land close to Winchester, a lord who was a member of the witan and very close to King Alfred himself. Your privileges meant you were to be saved among the first if a raid were to occur and you would be transported to Wincester to stay with the rest of the ladies.

It was during one of those raids that you became close friends with the Aetheling Edward. Or at least as close as the scary Lady Aelswith would allow you to get to her darling boy. During the long months that it took the Wessex army to defeat the danes and return to your family the land, and during that time you seemed to find in Edward a nice companion for the scary times.

During the years you had visited Winchester several times and always felt the excitement of seeing an old friend again. The times the both of you spent together on those visits had slowly decreased, Edward being whisked away for his education as a future King and you trying to make yourself known around the city as a respectable lady in training.

But every visit included an arduous negotiation with Steapa and your lady in waiting to allow you a visit to the gardens away from the queen, the priests and every nosy person at the court where you could get up to speed with your friend. Even if the meeting took place while you were seated in different stone benches and your guardians were standing two feet away.

Somewhere along those multiple visits and secret meetings feelings arose but were quickly shut down by your father. He would love to see his daughter married to the King of Wessex but it was not a reasonable thought. Everybody knew you were not Lady Aelswith’s favourite person and she would never allow for those feelings to be acted upon, so it was better to concentrate your efforts in finding a husband whose mother didn’t dislike you that much.

And you tried, but it was easier said than done. After your third meeting with a possible suitor went wrong your father asked the Lord King to give you shelter in the court and an occupation that might help you find a suitable husband.

The Lord King, who you suspected knew all along of your feelings for his son but probably thought it would be entertaining to see how things developed. The man who had treated you with the utmost respect and who was now dead.

You felt Edwards hand enveloping your hand and gently squeezing it. If it was to get out of your reverie or just for support you didn’t care, but it felt good. Your thumb started softly caressing the back of his hand, the biggest show of affection you were allowed even if what you wanted was to wrap him in your arms.

“What are you thinking about?” You spoke looking directly at his frowned face.

“Everything, nothing.” With a deep breath he tightly shut his eyes and rubbed them with his free hand. “I spent all my life getting ready for this moment and now that it’s here I feel like I’m unprepared. The witan will be meeting soon and I know that they see me as nothing but a child who is not fit to rule Wessex. I don’t know what will be of my mother now that my father is dead. I don’t know what would be of me now that he’s not here to guide me.”

His confession made your stomach turn and a lump formed in your throat. He had probably been feeling lost since his father died but he was only now talking about it. And it made you feel useless because the most you could do was support him.

“You are the son of a king, the grandson of a king and will be the father of a king, Edward. This is what you were born to do, rule Wessex and fulfill your father’s dream of a united land.” You could feel him tense but tried to ignore it, prefering to get your thoughts out of the way first. “The witan wouldn’t dare to choose a different king when they know you are the best option. They will probably debate for days, because the Lord knows they enjoy just discussing the most trivial of topics, but the decision has been made since you commanded the troops at Beamfleot.”

He sighed deeply before unlacing your hands and letting himself fall on a chair. Running his hands through his dirty blonde curls muttering something. When asked about what he said he just smiled sadly.

"I said I liked being half-educated; you were so much more surprised at everything when you were ignorant."

You laughed, remembering the amount of times the priests had called both of you ignorant during your childhood years just for asking questions. And he was right, life seemed to become more complicated when the joyful feelings of childhood started to vanish.

“We were surprised because we were innocent, I don’t think you have ever been ignorant.” You tried to argue, memories flashing back of all the trouble he had gotten you out of just by being educated and charming. “Maybe we were just sheltered and now the roof has blown off and for once we’re on our own.”

Silence set around the room, the only noise present was your breathing and the shifting of your dress every time you moved. He seemed to be deep in thought again and this time you didn’t dare to break him out of his constant thinking. It wasn’t until he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees that you paid attention to him again.

“Maybe we were sheltered and a little bit ignorant. Maybe our parents tried to protect us from the disaster and pain surrounding us all the time. We never heard real stories about battle or war. We never learned what it really takes to thrive as a kingdom…” He pointed at the books filled with stories of his father’s life on the shelves. “But that doesn't mean we are alone.”

He got up quickly, maybe too quickly for you to fully understand what the words really meant. In a long stride he was back in front of you looking at your eyes with an intensity that you knew only meant trouble.

“You’ve been here since I can remember. I saw you when you were not taller than two feet and I see you now that you are a beautiful lady.” He continued his speech making your face flush. “You are the closest ally I have ever had and I would like it to stay that way no matter the circumstances”

You had thought of him as more than a friend often but now that you were on the receiving end of his words it almost didn’t feel real.

“Maybe we can be alone together.” He tried to explain, offering you a hand to take.

Your mind was going faster than you could keep up. In a small amount of time you thought about it, about what it might mean for you and him, your families...you even thought about what it might mean for the kingdom. And in all that thinking you couldn’t find a single reason to say no.

You placed your hand back in his, and if before it felt different now it felt otherworldly. With a smile he raised your hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss to the back of it. You couldn’t avoid but softly hitting his cheek like you did when you were younger and you wanted him to stop being mean, because some part of you hadn’t felt this close to him since before rules were placed for your interactions.

“I would love to be alone together with you, Edward.”

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[odetothestars]

Sirius Black Headcanons

Has the most beautiful hair you will ever see. Thick, shiny, raven coloured waves. It's about chin length so not really long but not short. He takes really good care of it so it's never greasy or flat. Often ties the top half of it back in a little itty bitty bun.

Loves when his close friends play with his hair. Will have Lily put little braids in it sometimes. Often just lays his head in Remus' lap without saying anything, and Remus will just run his hands through Sirius' hair for hours at a time.

Cuts his hair a bit at the beginning of summer, I have a thing for shorter haired Sirius. Like not short short though.

He's tall! (Honestly doesn't matter but in my head he's pretty tall. I know a lot of people argue over this but please don't yell at me about it if you don't agree! This is just my personal view! The whole argument about height is so ridiculous because it DOESN'T MATTER)

The CHEEKBONES and jawline that this boy has wow

Eyelashes EYELASHES. Super dark, full, and long! Also very pretty light grey eyes.

Only touchy with the people he's closest too. Like super physically affectionate with his loved ones, likes to being touching one of them at all times. Loved hugs, kisses, holding hands, snuggles of any kind but only with people he really trusts. Otherwise he does NOT like being touched, strangers or acquaintances touching him is a nono. Really affects his anxiety.

His body language is super expressive, he doesn't often use words to express how he's feeling but his emotions are more obvious in the way he holds himself. Sometimes Remus will notice that he's feeling really down so he'll just grab him and hug him without saying anything. James notices too and will (dramatically) recite an ever-growing list of everything thing loves about Sirius.

Super academically inclined, like very intelligent. However, common sense is at 0. He's a genius but also an idiot.

LOVES animals so much! Takes a walk in the Forbidden Forest and has full blown conversations with any animals he sees. Sometimes after chatting with smaller creatures, he'll smuggle them into the castle, then he has to try to convince Remus that he "just HAD to take the animal in out of the cold" and promises to take good care of it in the dorm. "Look how cute Re, we have to keep him" "Sirius NO" "But he'll be cold outside *puppy dog eyes*" "...Fine"

Also brings back little gifts for Remus and James. Little rocks, or leaves, or even twigs that looked cool. "This leaf is kinda the same colour of your eye! It reminded me of you so here ya go!" Remus keeps every single one.

Sometimes forgets that he's not actual a dog...like will sometimes lick his Remus on the cheek insteaded of kissing him? Likes being pet of the head? Gets so excited about the littlest things, like will smile and pant like a puppy when someone mentions walks or treats. Also Jumps on people when he's happy to see them. Will chase balls and sticks in human form?

"Pads, fetch!" "YES! Wait-" *Cue James losing it laughing*

"Sirius want a treat?" "YOU BET I DO" "Ok, Sit" *Sirius sits and Remus drops a piece of chocolate in his mouth*

HATES being called "Mr. Black". Mcgonagall knows this and always calls him "Sirius" instead.

Loud noises are a NO. People raising their voice at him will trigger panic attack. Thunder storms are also really bad.

Despite common misconception, he is not a player. Doesn't sleep with tons of random people because intimacy is a very serious and scary thing for him. Also guessing that he never got proper Sex Ed growing up, not knowing what something is can be very nerve racking. He's also been in love with Remus since he was 11 so ya know

Existential crisis at like 4 in the morning at least once a week! "GUYS WHY ARE WE HERE? WHAT IS THE POINT OF LIFE" "Pads-" "NO WAIT! There has to be an infinite amount of universes right? Because if they end then everything would be nothing and nothing would be everything, which would be happening all the time but also never because time and space wouldn't be real! So what else is out there? Do you think there's an alternate Sirius? What do you think aliens look like?" "...Well he's got a point"

Him and Regulus stay very close! They hang out a lot and bicker like typical brothers, it's sweet. The Potters take them both in.

Loyal to a fault! Would do absolutely anything for his friends, and would defend them endlessly! Has hexed people for making fun of Remus' scars and Lily's muggle parents.

Bad liar! Can not lie to his friends! Super bad at it!

Remus' parents love him

Very clean and neat. His part of the dorm is always the tidiest. "JAMES PICK UP YOUR SOCKS". Will fold Remus' clothes for him.

Detail oriented, remembers the littlest things about people! Like how they take their tea, their favourite sweet, little trinkets they mentioned they liked in passing.

Generous, buys his friends gifts for no reason at all

Wakes up early

Is absolutely whipped for Remus Lupin, head over heels in love.

Doesn't really like being drunk because he hates the feeling of being out of control

Helps first years find their way around the castle. Also tutors younger students.

Wears black on black, leather or black denim jackets, band t-shirts, ripped jeans! Looks very intimidating but is ridiculously soft and sweet.

Cries at sad movies. Hides behind Remus during horror movies.

Cried happy tears when James and Lily got engaged, as well as at the wedding. Also cried when Harry was born. Is an amazing godfather. Absolutely worships that kid.

This ended up being really long oops! But here are some of my thoughts on my favourite boy! Yes I did project myself a little heheh

[dragon-kazansky]

Sweet wonderful Andrea | Andrea Marowski

Requested by anon

Andrea was making a fuss. Ursula was sure it was because of Janet's piano playing, so of course she had gone down to get to her to stop.

As it turns out, he did like music. Andrea just had a preference for the violin.

"Oh? You know, I'm sure Y/N plays," Ursula comments.

"Do they?"

"Yes. I'll give them call." Ursula leaves rather quickly to call you at the earliest convenience.

Andrea looked up at Janet with curious eyes, wondering why Ursula had rushed off so suddenly. He lay back in the bed and waited.

You arrived merely thirty minutes later, case in hand. Ursula takes you upstairs, almost in a rush. You follows her into the bedroom where you're greeted by the sight of a young man sitting on the edge of the bed. Janet helps him over to the chair as you enter the room.

"Andrea, this is Y/N. They live near by, they're going to play for you," Ursula tells him. He doesn't look as if he quite understood, but he saw your case and smiled. The ladies nod at you.

You place the case on the bed and take out your old violin. It's well used, but still in wonderful condition. You smile at the cute young man watching eagerly. You begin to play.

His smile is bright and giddy. Obviously he likes what he hears. When you finish you give a little bow. They applaud.

Andrea holds out his hands to you.

"Give me."

You hand the violin over and let him adjust it. He takes the bow too and you sit on the bed as you watch. Then he plays. It would appear everyone in the room was just as surprised as you.

He could play like a professional.

When he finished, you applauded him with a smile. He smiles up at you.

The ladies look at one another then back at the young man in his chair.

"Can I?" He asks you, holding the violin up.

"Why not," you smile and stand up.

"It will be in safe hands, Y/N." Janet assures you. You nod and leave the case on the bed. Andrea smiles at you as you take your leave.

You ask about him as Janet shows you out. You had heard a stranger had washed up below their house. She tells you very little about him, but he hadn't been here all that long, so you didn't expect they knew much themselves.

You could hear the violin through the window as you left.

You didn't see Andrea for a while for a while after that. He was still recovering at the sisters house. Though you had seen Janet and Ursula here and there. They told you your violin was being put to good use.

They didn't tell you that Andrea had been asking about you. 'The pretty person who brought him the violin,' he had called you, thought mostly in broken English.

One sunny day you sit on the beach and soak in the sun. The sounds of the waves were soothing and the sand below you was warm. It was a beautiful day.

You didn't even see anyone approaching. Before you knew it, someone was standing in the way of the sun, casting a shadow over you. You look up to see a familiar charming face.

"Andrea." You smile at him.

Andrea smiles brightly in return. He sits down beside you, placing the violin case beside him.

"Hallo."

"Hello. I see you're up and walking."

"Yes," he nods, " thank you."

"What for?"

He gestures to the case. He opens the case and takes it out. He stands up and begins to play. You listen intensely. He was so very good at it.

You clap when he finishes.

Andrea takes a bow and smiles brightly down at you. He looked so happy.

"For you," he nods at you.

"That was for me?"

He nods and puts the violin away. He stands back up and holds his hand to you. You stare at him for a moment before taking his hand. He pulls you up to your feet and grabs the case in his empty hand. He leads the way back up to the house.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Andrea opens the door and invites you in. You just hope the sisters won't mind. You step in, peering around each side only to find Janet sitting near the wireless. She smiles at you as Andrea closes the door behind you both.

"Stay for dinner?" He asks, looking between both you and Janet.

"Oh no, I couldn't." You look at him.

Janet takes off her glasses and looks at the way Andrea is looking at you. She supposes she should make the choice before Ursula shows up.

"Stay, Andrea wants you to."

You look at her.

"Alright, if it's not too much trouble."

You find yourself sitting next to Andrea, the sisters sitting opposite you. Ursula seemed a little caught off guard when she came in and found you with Andrea at the table.

You tried not to look up at him too much, but you could feel his eyes on you. Your smiles giving you both away.

After dinner you left, though not without Andrea seeing you out. He stood on the doorstep and watched you go.

The next time you saw him, he had come to your house. He had found out where you lived after asking the sisters several times about you. He liked you. They knew that, but Ursula almost didn't want to tell him your address.

You were surprised to see him at your door. He was holding out flowers to you.

"Thank you, they're lovely."

You let him inside. He doesn't have the violin with him this time. You go to put the flowers in a vase while Andrea looks around. Your home was smaller than the sisters, so there wasn't much exploring to do.

Andrea poked his head into the kitchen to see you had baked some bread. It smelled wonderful.

"Would you like some?" You ask, smiling at him. He nods and sits down at your table. You grab a couple slices for each of you and sit down with him, pouring him so tea to go with it.

"I don't remember telling you my address," you say, smiling softly at him.

"You didn't."

"Did your hosts tell you?"

"I asked them."

Andrea takes a bite of your hard work and smiles. Not only could you play, but you baked as well. He wanted to know more about you.

"This is good."

"Thank you. I see your English has improved," you point out. Over that dinner a few days ago, he had been trying his best to talk to you, but he still struggled with some words. It was cute how hard he was trying.

"Yes. I have been learning."

"Well, you're doing wonderfully. Perhaps this is a good opportunity to learn more about each other."

"Yes, I would like that. When I ask... they don't tell me much about you."

"You've been asking about me?" You ask, surprised to hear that. Yet, you were flattered.

He nods.

"Well, what do you want to know?"

"Everything," he says, smiling as happily as ever.

"Oh, I'm afraid there isn't much to tell."

"I want to know anyway," he places a hand on yours. It appeared unintentional, but you let it happen. He was sweet.

"My name is Y/N, I've lived here pretty much my whole life. I play violin, I bake, I garden. I work in a shop in town. I'm not all that interesting I'm afraid." You smile softly.

He shakes his head, eyes glistening in the light flowing through the open window.

"You are very interesting."

"Not compared to you, I'm not," you chuckle. "You're Polish, yes?"

"Yes."

"I heard whispers you were going to America when the storm hit."

"Yes." He nods.

"That must have been scary."

"A little, yes, but it brought me here," he smiles again.

"This isn't America, not even close," you laugh, "there is still a ways to go yet."

"Yes, but you're here. The storm brought me to you." He gives your hand a little squeeze. You feel your cheeks flush.

"Oh."

Andrea looks very pleased with himself. He seems to dwell on something as he looks at you. You watch him with curious eyes as he takes a moment to think. He pushes himself to the edge of his seat and leans over, kissing your cheek ever so softly.

You gasp so quietly, he didn't hear it.

He pulls away, smiling at you. He looks just as bashful as you feel.

"I should go." He stands up.

You take him to the door and open it for him. He stands on the doorstep, turning to face you.

"Can I come back tomorrow?"

You smile brightly.

"Only if you bring your violin," you tell him.

"It's your violin," he corrects.

"Not any more."

Andrea once again has a beaming smile on his face. He kisses your cheek again, a little more confidently this time, then he heads back, looking over his shoulder at you.

You wave until he's out of sight.

Your heart is racing in your chest. You lean against the door biting your bottom lip with a smile.

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Sweet wonderful Andrea. Perhaps you should thank the storm for bringing him to you.

Part 2

[it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream]

Opposites Attract (Paul Lahote x Reader) Chapter 3

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Warnings: Swearing

Word Count” 2.1k

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-Your POV-

They were running at a speed that seemed impossible, their size alone, impossible. The shear beauty of the animal, breath taking. This wasn’t the first time you’d dreamt of giant wolves. They visited your dreams frequently, leaving you with all sorts of un answered questions, leaving you the next day, searching “What does seeing giant wolves in your dreams mean?” Yup, you were that kinda girl. You thought there was an answer for everything, and there probably was, but you weren’t going to find the answer on google search. 

You don’t know how long you’d been in the car for. All you knew was you were in pain, then it seemed to ease and a sense of comfort washed over you. Your head felt as if it were floating, snuggled into something warm and soft. A pillow perhaps? You didn’t open your eyes to check, the pain in your abdomen and now across your whole body blinding, you’d woken a few times with a jolt, and then you passed out again. 

The next time you woke up you weren’t moving at all, which you were grateful for, the pain mixed with the motion of a moving vehicle didn’t do anything for your stomach, travel sickness was the bane of your life. Instead you found yourself in a room, the blinds drawn closed, the door shut, your body, in different clothes. A mens t-shirt? When did you get changed? Where were you? You looked around in a daze, sitting up slightly from the comfort of the pale yellow duvet set. Wooden log walls, photo frames scattered on every surface, subtle lighting and a wall lined with books, the smell of home cooking wafting through from the kitchen. You were in Emily and Sam’s guest room, how did you know this? Well for one all of the frames had pictures of the happy couple in, two, you’d stayed over once before, back when you’d been caught in a freak storm with Leah while on the beach. You vaguely remembered the place. You didn’t come over often, what with Leah and Sams history, that and as much as you liked Paul, sometimes you’d be nervous to bump into him. Paul! Speaking of Paul, you groaned and flopped back into the fluffy bed sheets. Paul was at the hotel when the pain started… where was he now? Did he drive with you back home? 

You were about to get up when Leah came bounding through the door. “Oh good I thought I could hear you awake in here.” She grinned at you. “You look like you’re feeling much better!” You pat the space beside you and Leah climbed in snuggling up to your side. 

“So, on a scale of one to ten how bad was it.” The big ‘It’ being how bad was the show in front of your long term crush. Leah shrugged as she looked at you. 

“Nothing was baddd… everyone was just worried about you, you seemed to be in some serious pain, hence why we thought it best to cut the trip short, it’s probably better that were home, it was early hours when we got here so Sam said we could just crash at his.” You raised your eye at you best friend. She was being awfully calm about the whole situation. She said Sams name in a sentence and didn’t get herself worked up. You looked down at yourself. 

“And the clothes? Or lack there of….” That’s when Leah grinned. You didn’t like the way she was looking at you. You inhaled the scent that was on the shirt. Sandel wood and aftershave, a hint of sea salt probably from the misty air outside. 

“That’s Pauls t-shirt Y/N” Your eyes went wide and you knew you were blushing.. did that mean he had undressed you. Leah noticed the panic in your eyes.

“Before you get worked up he just leant the t-shirt knowing you’d be uncomfortable in your dress, I changed you.” You audibly gave a sigh of relief, not knowing how you’d react if the guy you’d been in love with since second grade had finally seen you in your underwear. “He stayed in here with you last night you know, to make sure you were okay. He wouldn’t leave.” Leah was now proper up on one arm looking at you. You didn’t know what to make of it. You didn’t think Paul had even known you existed… You were taken from your train of thought when something started dinging. The mobile on the bedside table started beeping as texts came through one by one. Oh god, you hoped Leah hadn’t told your parents about your episode at the hotel, the last thing you needed was for them to worry. However, you realised when you picked it up, it wasn’t your phone. 

The screensaver was a picture of the guys from the res, all goofing around, it looked like it had actually been taken in Emilys kitchen. It had to be one of the guys. You realised it was Paul’s after remembering what Leah had said about him staying for some of the night. He must have forgotten it when he left. You didn’t mean to see the message but it automatically came up on screen when you tilted the Iphone in your hand.

“Such a shame we had to cancel our date last night handsome, still on for tonight?” There were a bunch of emojis next to the text, the purple devil, aubergine, water droplets. You didn’t have to be a genius to figure out whoever this girl was motives were. At first you were embarrassed, to the point where your mouth was kinda slack and Leah was asking you what was wrong. Then you were pissed. 

“He’s such a dick, honestly. I don’t know why this makes him a dick, i’m just so mad. I know I’m not the prettiest, or the funniest, or most talented or anything but jesus christ I wish he would just notice me for once instead of these girls who will put out at the drop of a freakin hat!” Leah had taken the phone from you to see what you were talking about. She groaned and then noticed your whole body was shaking, in a flash she was at the door calling for Sam and the others. All you could see was red. Your vision totally blank, the covers under your hands balled up in your fists tight, your body shaking, heating up. Somewhere in the background you could hear someone shouting at you to calm down, but this time you couldn’t. You heard the sound of ripping and then all of a sudden the world around you changed. For one, everything in the room seemed to get smaller, or maybe you got bigger? You were still angry and started lashing out, only to be tackled by something from the side, leading you to smash through the wall of the wooden house. You still didn’t understand what was happening, until you heard them in your head. 

“Y/N CALM DOWN! We know this is scary but you need to calm down.” It was Sams voice. In your head. Or maybe, the voice was coming from the 8ft black wolf hovering over you. You didn’t scream, you didn’t even seem scared, and it’s because you realised, you were a wolf too. 

-Paul’s POV-

Y/N was safe, sleeping soundly in the room next door, or so Paul thought. It wasn’t until he heard the shouting that he knew something was wrong. Leah called for help and before he knew what had happened there was a bang and Sam was tackling a wolf on the ground outside the house. 

A white wolf. Small, slim, bright, with a single grey patch of fur around an eye. Paul shifted instantly, realising the unknown wolf in front of him was in fact his imprint. He let out a low growl to Sam, even though he was the Alpha, Paul didn’t like the fact he’d just tackled his girl. He looked her over, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth almost comically, all the while Y/N stood staring and the grey wolf now in front of her, he could hear through the bond that she’d just imprinted, feel it too. Now she knew. 

-Your POV-

“Hold the fuck up.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Part of you couldn’t tell if you were in a dream or had just gone plain crazy. The other part of you knew that everything was real but you just couldn’t process the information quick enough. “So you’re telling me, that our ancestors were these shapeshifters and the gene was passed down to us to allow us to shift into giant wolves and hunt down vampires. You know, Vampires, ‘I want to suck you blood’, creepy pale strong immortal beings with no soul? And werewolves, I mean, Shifters..” It was insane. 

“Anddd to top it off, the man i’ve had a crush on since 2nd grade is my imprint, the person I’m supposed to be with for the rest of my life?” You glared at Paul who had the audacity to wink in your direction. Looking around you noticed the other faces, all amused at your outburst. Okay, so this wasn’t a joke, it was some sick reality you were now a part of. You hadn’t looked in Leah’s direction yet, pissed that your best friend had kept such a massive secret from you. Obviously you knew it wasn’t her fault, she wasn’t aloud to tell you the tribes secret, they didn’t know that you would be another female shifter, apparently your kind were rare. It still stung a little. 

“What really sucks thought Y/N, is that you’re gonna have to cut you beautiful hair short, our human hair mimics the length of our wolf hair, hence why each of us one by one cut it all off.” Quil sat back and shrugged and Paul growled lowly, not lowly enough for heightened hearing. 

“Why now. Why. I-I have school and I have things I want to do with my life.. I can’t be a shifter..” Reality had started to sink in and you found it difficult to breath. It felt like everyone in the room was staring at you and it didn’t help that you could also hear what everyone was basically saying. Your chair was pushed back with a screech, falling over and hitting the wooden floor. 

“I-I need to get out of here, I need a minute..” You were out the door in a flash, Leah and the boys running after you. Somewhere in the distance you could make out Sam telling Paul to calm down and then heard what sounded like wolves shifting but you’d already made it to the tree line, being able to run faster than you’d imagined still in your human form. 

The air was colder the higher up you got. You didn’t know how long you’d been running for but it had been a couple of hours before you finally stopped. In the middle of nowhere, high up in the mountains you let out a scream, one that sent flocks of birds fleeing from trees, the notes of your anguish scattering in the breeze. Everything would be changing now, life as you once knew it was gone. Part of yourself would never be yours again, having to follow a pack system. Another part of you was giddy at the thought that the man you’d been in love with your whole life turned out to be the one destined for you all along, it only took shifting into a wolf for you both to realise just how compatible you were.

You’d been alone with your thoughts long enough when you heard a twig snap in the distance. The hairs on your arms stood up and your heart started beating rapidly, turning, you calmed when you noticed a familiar figure walk out into the open. 

“Paul.” You could feel the bond running through your veins, seeing him helped you breath better and the physical need and urge to be in his arms was too strong. Like he sensed it too, he was over to you in a flash, taking you in his arms, your body pressed against his, his nose buried in your hair breathing in your scent, like he was saving it to memory. 

“Y/N, it’s all going to be okay, I promise, nothing bad will ever happen to you while i’m around, I know it seems scary now, but it won’t be like this forever. You’re already so strong, and I’m lucky that fate paired me with you.”

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Seasons of Love - Chris Evans x reader

a/n - hey lovely people!! this idea would not leave my head and i really like it so here i am writing it:) the years in the fic are according to chris’ birth year (1981). also, this is more chris centeric, which i haven’t really done yet and i liked how it came out, i’d love to hear your thoguhts on that if you have any! enjoy<3

Summary: the story of chris and you, told through specific seasons of your life. a fluffy (and a bit angsty) coming of age story.  

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: like one bad word i think, a teeny bit of angst

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Summer, 1998. 

It was a special summer. Chris always knew he'd remember this summer forever. It was the first summer he fell in love.

"Summer is full of possibilities."

You and Chris just finished hiking a trail not too far from home, your water bottles nearly emptied due to the heat, your clothes slightly disheveled. Not too different than any other time you did that together.

The two of you were sitting down under a tree, watching the view, when you spoke that sentence.

"It is," Chris agreed. He turned his head to look at you and continued, "that's kinda awesome."

"Yeah," you said softly, still not looking at him, "but it's also scary as fuck." You chuckled dryly. "It's our last summer. What if we don't make the best of it?"

"It's not 'our last summer'," Chris chuckled, "it's just…"

"Our last summer," you completed with a grin once you saw he was struggling to find the words, finally turning to face him.

"Whatever," he laughed.

"What do you want to do this summer, Chris?"

He frowned slightly. "I'm serious," you continued, "what do you wanna do? Really."

"I don't… know. Same old, I guess?"

"See, that's why summer is so scary!" you turned your whole body to face him now. "It feels like in no time, our entire lives will be just 'same old'. And we'll have endless possibilities, but it will still be just same old! I refuse to admit I'm that boring," you huffed, "at least for now."

"So, what do you want to do this summer?" Chris asked with a smile, amused by your antics.

"Something remarkable. Something I can tell my children about and say, 'when I was your age, I did…' whatever it is we'll do, you know?"

"I guess," he shrugged.

"Okay, so what's something you've always wanted to do but never thought you could?"

He pretended to contemplate it for a second, and before he could open his mouth you cut in, "and don't say something like eat only candy for a week! Something real," you pointed two fingers towards your eyes and then to him, as if to indicate you're watching him.

"Okay, okay," he chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender, "something real."

A comfortable silence stretched over the two of you as you both thought about it. In truth, you both knew the answer. It was as clear as the summer sky stretching out above you. But in your still teenage minds, it seemed to be as heavy as the noon heat.

When your eyes met his, you laughed softly. "I feel like we were thinking about the same thing, which is kinda stupid honestly. I mean, why wouldn't we ju-"

He swiftly leaned in and planted his lips on yours, the kiss only lasting ever so long before the smiles you both sported got in the way. Your eyes were still closed when you spoke, but you could feel Chris' gaze on you when you started, "yep," you finally opened your eyes and smiled, "definitely thinking about the same thing."

That summer was made of so many forevers Chris truly thought it would never end. Moments that seemed to stretch on in the most beautiful of ways, as if the universe was giving you her blessing, giving you time.

You knew each other so well sometimes Chris thought you were more in his head than he was. And every time he looked into your eyes, every time you laughed, every time he kissed you, every night you spent watching the stars, every day you spent at the beach, or at home, or really wherever, he knew that fear of yours didn't come true.

You two did the most remarkable thing you could've – you've fallen in love.

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Autumn, 2000. 

Autumn in LA was different than it was back home.

At home, his mom would probably be stocking up on candy for Halloween, and his siblings would be playing around with their dog in the fallen leaves, and he'd be forced to take a jacket with him even if it wasn't even that cold outside because people cared about him.

Not that in LA they entirely didn't, but it wasn't the same. Mostly because you weren't there.  

You two talked a big game, sure, always making plans to meet soon. But with the both of you being so far apart, and being so busy pursuing your dreams, it never came true.

And when it finally did, after a while, it wasn't like it was that great either.

"I don't… I don't think we… this-" you fumbled over your words and sighed. "I don't want to hold you back."

"I know. I don't want to hold you back either," he sighed, rubbing your arm in a soothing manner.

You were laying on the couch, his arm around you, pulling you close, and really, it was a weird position to be having this conversation in, but at the same time, he kind of couldn't imagine it happening differently.

He understood what you were trying to say. He thought you were right. But that doesn't mean it didn't hurt to hear it.

"I just… I don't think long distance works that well with us," you continued, and then sighed again. "Ugh, this is terrible."

"it kinda is," he chuckled quietly, and you slapped his chest lightly in annoyance. "You know I understand, right?" he said, more serious this time.

"I know. You know I don't really want to do this, right?"

"I know. But I know why you are."

"Good," you said softly. "My flight leaves tomorrow at 8, so we probably won't see each other in the morning."

"Okay," he replied, simply wrapping his arm tighter around you.

He didn't know if he dreamt it, but the next morning, in the early hours before the sun rose, you came into his room and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

"See you later," you softly whispered, and a few minutes later, the faint sound of the apartment door shutting reached his ears.

Fall at home was a fun time. Chris loved Halloween, loved watching the beautiful leaves fall, the world around him preparing for a winter's slumber. The air was crisp, the heat, on days when it appeared, wasn't as heavy, and the cold not that harsh. It was beautifully balanced.  

Out here though, he started seeing fall not from an outside perspective, but, in a way, from a tree's perspective.

The beautiful leaves fell, and he couldn't reach them again. He was left to stand bare against the oncoming winter cold, a sight that to an outsider would seem impressive, a feat of the majestic strength only nature can possess.

To Chris, it just seemed lonely.

He knew it was a natural process, drifting apart. Just like the leaves falling, it was somewhat inevitable, wasn't it? high school sweethearts were too lucky to be true. But that didn't stop a small but powerful part of him to hope. A hope that didn't come true, and now, where did that leave him?

If autumn at home was balanced, this autumn was anything but. It was almost as if he'd lost an organ, a limb. He couldn't balance the way he did before, he'd have to find a new way, but for now, he just existed in the unbalanced. It consumed his mind, what could he have done differently? Could he have stopped this?

Of course, these questions can't really be answered. Not by him or anyone else. So, he'd grow that limb back. Spring would come, and the leaves and flowers would blossom again.

But that fall, you two fell apart. And in those moments, the bareness of winter seemed insufferable.

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Winter, 2006. 

Winters always seemed long to Chris.

As a kid, it was because he couldn't really play outside as much, his mother fearing he'd catch a cold. So, he was sentenced to long days inside, which were often very nice honestly, hot cocoa and warm blankets never in short supply. But kids sometimes can't help but want what they can't have, can’t they?

Well, that notion clearly never left Chris, even if he's not a kid anymore.

Winters were always long, but without you, they seemed longer than ever.

You talked on occasion. You come from the same relatively small town, so losing contact wasn't truly an option, especially because you used to be so close. People would always joke about you being a package deal, hanging out together so much it became second nature.

If Chris became too bored in his own house, or just plain tired of his siblings, it was the obvious thing to go to your house, and vice versa. Now, that refuge wasn't an option anymore.

At first, it was noticeable, like a gaping wound that wouldn't close that he couldn't help running his finger over, checking if maybe it healed already. Now, it was only a dull reminder of what used to be.

It's not like Chris didn't date. He did. And from what he heard (again, small town, friends from childhood. People always filled him up on what you were doing, even when he didn't ask.) you were dating too.

He really had no right to say that it bothered him.

You came up in his mind less and less, as time went on. But winters, being gray, and void of sun, full of storms, were always more introspective. That one especially, no one special really being in his life. Not that it wasn't fun, but he missed home, being grounded, happy. He was happy, in a way, just not the way he was used to.

It was full of contradictions, his mind struggling to make sense of his entangled feelings. You weren't there, and it hurt, but really it was so long since you've been there, and there's no one else at the moment, so was he just missing you or did he just miss loving someone the way he loves y- loved you?

The clean snow a perfect juxtaposition to his clouded mind, he decided to take a walk.

The streets were bustling as always, everyone walking around with a purpose, a destination in mind, which allowed Chris to slip between the crowds, unnoticed. He went to a coffee shop, got something hot to busy his hands with, and continued his aimless journey.

He ended up at a park, sitting down on a cold bench. He took a sip from his cup, wincing slightly at his still hot beverage, before sighing, closing his eyes for a split second before opening them again at the vibration of his phone.

Pulling his phone out of the pocket of his jacket, he held the cup carefully in his other hand as he opened the message.

Think of the devil. Although, you were anything but.

How are you?

Before he could type up an answer, his phone buzzed with another message.

I'll be in town in a week, thought we could maybe get a coffee, catch up. If you want.

He chuckled at the wording. Not a question, but a statement. Well, maybe there was some type of question there, between the lines, but to him, the answer was just as clear as the one to your question many summers ago.

Sure. When are you coming in?

Maybe, spring will be here closer than he thought.

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Spring, 2015. 

Spring was the season of rebirth, the blossoms thriving once more, the weather warmer by the day.

You once told Chris spring was your favorite season.

"Really?" he asked, turning towards you, "why?"

"It's a rewarding season. It's like… for the entirety of winter, the trees were standing bare, the animals were confined to their lairs, more or less. And now, they've made it to see the beauty, the profusion. The next year, they do it all again, of course, but spring will always be there to show them it was worth it. Plus, the weather warms up, but not too much, which is a blessing. Especially to your sweaters," you joked, referring to the countless ones you'd pretty much stolen.

But Chris knew what you meant. The blossoms of happiness were spreading out across his life these days. Not everything was perfect, of course, but it was as near perfect as it could be.

"So, what do you wanna do for your birthday?" you asked next, surprising him with the sudden change of topic.

"Uh, I don't know. I haven't really thought about it," he shrugged. "but there's a while yet. Why, you had anything in mind?"

"Not really," you said, "that's why I asked. Anyways, think about it, will you?" you smiled and patted his shoulder affectionately before getting up, probably to put your empty cup in the sink.

He didn't know the answer to that. He had everything he could want and more.

There was something inexplicably comforting about spring. As a kid, springs always seemed like endings to Chris. The end of the school year, the end of a long winter. Only as he grew older he realized that springs are also wonderful beginnings. It was a fresh start, but also respected the past. It seemed to value the experiences of the past, yet prompting you to open a new page, giving the opportunity to start again.

Chris took that opportunity with both of his hands, especially when it came to you. Sure, every spring there would come the time of his birthday, but that was minor. Really, he celebrated you, all year but in spring especially.

Spring was the season of going to concerts together, you laughing at Chris as he's doing his best not to get recognized in his cheesy disguise of sunglasses and a hat. It's the season of going on spontaneous picnics because, "look how beautiful it is outside, Chris!", and he can't tell you no about anything. It's the season of taking Dodger out for long, long hikes, so when he comes home he falls right asleep, usually in your lap. It's the season of going out in the afternoon and it's warm, but by the time you come back it's night and it gets chilly, so Chris gives you his jacket, teasing you about how you always forget your own.

It's the season of preparing for summer as well, going through the cabinets and moving the winter clothes to the back and the summer clothes to the front. It's the season of finally using the pool again, and inviting his nephews and nieces over as well, and watching you splash around with them, carefully of course. It's the season of remembering that first summer together, and how far you've come since, together and individually.

Growing up was never easy. Growing up together was insufferable sometimes. But you fought, and you grew, and you talked things out. Spring, in a way, resembled the fact that you could overcome anything. Even after the harshest winter comes spring in all of its glory, blossom and vibrant colors.

And so, you two set out for one more great spring, and everything that will come after it. Summer was full of possibilities, but together, these possibilities didn't seem all that scary anymore.

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