#which means that someone's body is theirs and theirs alone to decide what to do with

[waayoutofline]

4 times you surprised Abby + Bonus

Pairing: Abby Anderson x F!Reader

Prompts: Fluff with a sprinkle of hurt/comfort, past toxic relationships, Cook! Reader, vulnerable Abby.

Summary: Four times you surprise Abby in your relationship.

WC: 2,8K

Warnings: None.

Abby hasn’t had a long dating history, which isn’t surprising in a world as broken as theirs. Survival didn’t leave much room for things like love. She’s had her flings, moments of stolen intimacy, but they never lasted. People came and went, and she’d learned to accept it. Relationships, if they even could be called that, weren’t always kind or healthy—but they were what they were. What she was used to.

So when you and Abby finally started dating—after months of stolen glances, shy smiles, and a tension that buzzed between you like an incoming storm—she couldn’t help but be surprised. What was it about you that made her hope for something more?

1. Talking About Her to Your Friends

Abby didn’t mean to eavesdrop, really. She was on her way to the gym when she remembered she’d left her bag in your room. She knew you were with your friends, so she decided to sneak in quietly.

But as she approached the door, she heard her name.

“So, how’s life with your lover girl?” one of your friends teased, and Abby froze.

Her pulse quickened, a mixture of curiosity and anxiety rooting her in place. She shouldn’t listen, but she couldn’t stop herself. She braced for your answer, her heart sinking as she prepared to hear the usual: She’s strong. She’s built. She’s hot. A bit stubborn. Overwhelming at times.

And sure, she was those things. Her body was a testament to her survival, her strength, and her discipline . She worked for it and was proud of it. But deep down, she longed to be seen as more than that. And her character was strong and she has been told about how troublesome it could be alongside her dry humor and sarcasm.

“Well…” Your voice was hesitant, shy. She could almost picture the way your cheeks would flush. “Gosh, she’s amazing. She’s so intelligent and kind—she talks about literature in a way that astonishes me every time.”

Abby’s breath caught in her throat.

“She’s gentle, in this really soft way. You should see her with dogs. It makes me want to get her one.”

Her chest tightened, warmth blooming in a place she hadn’t let anyone touch in years.

“Don’t forget attractive,” one of your friends chimed in, grinning.

You laughed, your voice flustered. “Well, of course. She’s gorgeous.”

“Look at you, all smitten,” someone teased, and your laugh grew quieter, softer, as if you didn’t mind being called out.

Abby’s heart was pounding now, but it wasn’t from nerves. She felt her legs move before she realized it, retreating back down the hall with her bag in hand, her cheeks hot, her lips curling into a smile she couldn’t fight.

Manny didn’t let her hear the end of it when he caught her grinning like a lovestruck fool all day.

2. Meeting the Family

Holiday time was around the corner. Usually, it didnt really mean much for everyone, but for the sake of trying to live in this forsaken world, some did their best to try and regain some normalcy.

Even Isaac, workaholic and not really an empathetic, allowed some of the recruits and workers to go out of their shifts earlier to spend some time with their remaining families.

It could be great. If you actually had one.

Abby usually just stayed at the gym, pushing herself. The burn of her muscles being preferable at the though of how alone she really was.

But she really wasnt anymore. No, you were with her now.

One night, out of nowhere, you asked her to have dinner with you and your mom. Abby blinked, caught off guard.

“What?” she asked, towel in hand as she dried her hair.

“My mom and I usually do something this time of year. I think she’s tired of me rambling about you and wants to officially meet you,” you said, your tone light and teasing, as if it wasn’t a big deal.

But it was a big deal. No one had ever invited her to meet their family before. No one had ever seen her as someone worth bringing home. Too conscious of her own lack of family.

“No pressure,” you added quickly, though your eyes softened in that way that made her heart ache. “If you don’t want to, it’s okay. But I think she’d really like you.”

“I… I’d like that too,” Abby said at last, her voice almost too quiet to hear. “What should I bring?”

You smiled, stepping closer and gently tugging the towel from her hands to help dry her hair. “Just you, beautiful.”

Abby let out a shaky laugh at your cheeky grin, rolling her eyes to hide the way her cheeks blushed. “Flatterer.”

Dinner was warm in a way Abby hadn’t experienced in years. Your mom fussed over her like she’d known Abby forever, asking about her favorite foods and piling extra servings onto her plate.

It was strange and wonderful—this sense of care. Abby couldn’t remember the last time someone had made her feel this… domestic. Cared for. Hers died at a young age after all, she didn’t remember any kind of motherly care.

And when your mom pulled out the box of polaroids, Abby couldn’t stop laughing. Even as you protested in the background, trying to snatch the photos away, she soaked in every story your mom told—every glimpse of you as a child, every memory that shaped the person she was falling for more deeply than she thought possible.

3) The little things

Abby has always been independent. She prided herself on it—her ability to handle things, resolve problems, and shoulder her burdens without leaning on anyone. It wasn’t always easy, and yes, sometimes it felt lonely. But that loneliness was a price she was willing to pay. Dependence, to her, was a weakness, and she had no room for that.

But then you came along. And somehow, without even trying, you chipped away at her walls.

It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t about grand gestures, no flashy declarations. It was the little things—the quiet moments and unnoticed details—that left her feeling undone.

Like the time you took her gym towels, washed them, and neatly packed them back into her bag. She’d blinked in surprise, holding them in her hands, wondering how you’d known she’d forgotten. You hadn’t even mentioned it, just smiled when she realized.

Or the way, after a grueling patrol, she’d find a sticky note on her makeshift fridge. Your familiar handwriting scrawled something simple—a heart, her name, a quiet reminder to eat. Beside it, there was always a container of her favorite dish. She’d sit there and eat it, alone but feeling more cared for than she ever had before.

Then there were her hair ties. She’d spent half a morning cursing under her breath, looking for the ones that always seemed to vanish. When you finally spoke up, you’d said, “I put them in the little box on your nightstand so you don’t keep loosing them.”

And at times, when she didn’t really have it in her to face the morning, you gently encouraged her to push forward. You’d quietly ask if you could braid her hair. Abby usually was adamant to let anyone touch it, but there was something about the way your delicate hands moved through her hair that left her in a trance.

Your fingers worked carefully, threading through her scalp with a tenderness that eased the weight she carried. She found herself humming softly as you worked, the tension in her shoulders melting away with each gentle stroke.

It was so small, so simple, but she’d stared at you for a moment, the words catching in her throat.

It amazed her how you always seemed to notice the things she needed before she did. You didn’t make a show of it, didn’t ask for thanks or praise. Taking care of her came as naturally to you as breathing.

Afterward, life seems all that brighter. Easier to breath, knowing that she could count on you.

4) Getting her vulnerability

The anniversary of her dad’s death was closing in like a shadow. Abby felt it in the air, in her nightmares, in the way her body refused to let her rest.

Night after night, she woke up shaking, clutching at her chest, and every time, you were there—soft whispers, steady hands, holding her like she wasn’t coming apart at the seams.

But she hated herself for it. Hated waking you, hated seeing the concern in your eyes, hated the thought of you realizing just how much of a mess she really was. People had left for less.

And maybe you would, too.

Many people, both lovers and friends, had been uncomfortable with the ghosts of her past—her dad, her losses, the weight she carried. They either tiptoed around it or distanced themselves when it became too much. She didn’t exactly blame them.

But you faced it with her. You didn’t try to fix her or tell her to “move on.” You just stayed, listened, and made her feel like she wasn’t broken.

You stood by her, with no pressure, no expectation, no need to “make her better.”

“You don’t always have to be the strong one,” you told her one night, after she tried so hard to stop her body from shaking after one particularly harsh dream.

It was something no one had ever said to her before, and it stuck with her. It gave her the strength to turn around and look at you while tears started down her cheeks, the darkness not managing to conceal them entirely. But it was alright.

You were there.

“Was it about your dad?” you whispered, not pushing but encouraging. Silence filled the space the question left.

“No.” She finally answered, her voice unsteady in a way that she loathed. “We…we were on a patrol, and when I came back everything was destroyed. Burned to the ground. And you were….” Her words stuck, her lower lip trembling ever so slightly. “You were gone. You were…g-god, you were—“

Almost immediately, you hugged her, cradling her head to your chest. You were soft and warm, the steady beating of your heart thumping under her ear. It was almost scary, how comfortable it was.

“I’m right here,” you murmured softly, your hand gently running through her hair. “Hear my heart. Focus on my breaths. We’re together, Abby. We’re okay.”

The words settled over her like a balm, though the ache in her chest didn’t fully ease. The images from her nightmare still lingered—haunting, visceral, unshakable. But your presence, your warmth, gave her something solid to cling to. A light in the darkness.

“I hate it,” she finally whispered, voice raw. “I hate that I can’t protect everyone. That everyone seems to just…go eventually. And that I can’t do anything about it.”

You pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, your eyes soft as you wiped away her tears. Your touch was gentle, your expression firm but kind.

“Abby, you don’t have to carry the world on your shoulders.”

She shook her head, her brow furrowing in frustration. “But what if I lose you? What if I can’t stop it?”

“You won’t lose me,” you said firmly, your hands cupping her face. “And even if the worst happens, it’s not because you failed. It’s because the world is cruel sometimes. But no matter what, I need you to know that you’re not alone in this.”

Her lips quivered, another tear slipping down her cheek, but she didn’t look away. For once, she let herself be seen���completely, raw and exposed.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time, Abs.” You patiently reminded. “It’s okay to let someone else carry the weight sometimes.”

You continued, your voice steady. “You have me.”

Abby let out a shuddering breath, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she allowed herself to truly let go. She melted into your embrace, burying her face in your neck as the last of her resistance crumbled.

You stayed like that, holding her through the quiet sobs, through the silence that followed. When she finally spoke again, her voice was soft, almost a whisper.

“Thank you,” she said. “For staying.”

You pressed a kiss to her temple, your hand still running soothingly through her hair. “Always,” you replied. “I’ll always stay, Abby.”

BONUS

+) Not minding her overprotective nature

Everyone knows Abby is a deeply loyal person. She wants her loved ones to be safe more than anything, and she is willing to do anything for them. That usually manifested as her being slightly overprotective at times.

With you, it happened more often than not. She would step in at the slightest sign of you having any issue. Usually, she did it through small gestures that were partly unconscious to her. Like knowing your schedule by heart and accompanying you to your room late at night with a secure hand on your lower back. Happily listening to your rambling while still keeping an eye out.

Watching over you in every room came naturally to her.

She was particularly tense when you, as the executive chef, asked for permission to assist in a supply run and gather some materials. Abby always insisted that you only go when she was available. She didn’t trust anyone else to keep you safe like she did.

The most dramatic displays of her protectiveness came when you were confronted by recruits making greedy demands.

“Back off,” she practically growled, appearing behind you like a shadow. The person usually stammered, probably not conscious of who your girlfriend was until her imposing frame stood threateningly in front of them.

Afterward, she turned to you, all the aggression melting away as she gave you soft eyes. “You good?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, I’m good.”

And you meant it—being with Abby made you feel safe in a way you never had before.

You weren’t exactly “on the frontlines” material. You arrived at the WLF when you were pretty young, and after going through everything, even the sight of a gun left you uneasy. So when Isaac saw your cooking abilities, he allowed you to stay at the base under the title of side-line cook. You eventually rose through the ranks, and that was that.

You preferred dealing with narcissistic soldiers over facing those vicious creatures. In a way, you grew accustomed to being pushed around, even though you knew how to defend yourself. But that all changed when you met Abby.

Standing at 5’9 and with a build that seemed crafted by the gods themselves, it was safe to say people left you alone after associating with her. So, even if you knew how to stand your ground, you enjoyed being protected by her.

You didn’t mind when she walked ahead of you during runs, her broad shoulders shielding you from any threat that could come your way. When she insisted on carrying the heavier bag or checking your gun a couple of times before leaving—just in case.

Not even when she glared at anyone who looked at you for more than five seconds in a way she deemed unacceptable.

You didn’t mind any of it because you knew it came from a strong sense of caring. That’s who she was. She cared deeply.

So, whenever she hovered near as you collected some herbs just a little outside the perimeter of the stadium (an area kept clear of infected), her eyes following your every move, you didn’t roll your eyes or brush her off. Instead, you smiled softly, glancing up at her as she leaned against a tree, arms crossed.

“You don’t have to watch me like a hawk, you know,” you teased lightly. “This is a pretty safe zone.”

She shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna keep an eye out.”

Setting the basket down, you stood and moved next to her, gently nudging her to sit. She understood your intentions—she always did—and with her back against the trunk of the tree, she made space for you to settle between her legs, resting against her.

“I know,” you said, leaning into her warmth. “And I appreciate it.”

Abby’s expression softened, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. “You don’t think I’m… too much?”

“Not at all,” you said, glancing back at her and managing to place a soft kiss on the side of her jaw. “You make me feel safe. That’s never too much.”

She didn’t say anything, just looked at you with that quiet, steady gaze that always made you feel like you were the center of her world.

And when she reached out to embrace you, resting her head in the crook of your neck, her touch so gentle, you knew you wouldn’t trade her protectiveness for anything.

[opal-owl-flight]

Making up for lost time.

3 always believed in 4. They even hoped shed exceed them, and not make the same mistakes they did.

Maybe if they trained her enough, she wouldnt be broken like they are.

More deets below the cut, regarding 3 and their current status with inknemia...

Ive given them angst abt their contribution to 4's state. And abt their anxieties on being a perfect enough ageng so they never fail, so the (fragile) world, their way of life, is always safe

However.

After OE, 3 was able to continue going on patrols and missions, but something is definitely off.

Their body was still young and fresh enough to keep going despite acquiring inknemia (it basically gives them more limited mobility/power due to reduced ink capacity/density). And with 4 there, she can cover for their weaknesses brought by disability.

Even then, they felt it. That creeping feeling that this wont last.

Their ink tank was running low way more frequently. Restoring ink is slower. Splatting enemies takes longer.

4 was starting to run on ahead. A rising star, if she kept her pace, and they slowed down more.

Everything they knew. Turfing, ranked, agent duties.

Their fragile world was breaking. But only theirs. And they cant do anything to stop it from tipping into that point.

As if thats not enough, 4 left for college. And all those duties they shared fell back to them alone.

8 was also around, but she was with Off the Hook more. Shes technically not an agent...

until she became one officially, its all 3. All that work on a breaking body that cant do what it used to anymore.

They felt despair at each action they cant do as long, or anymore. Their actions became much more precise and decided to adjust. Their shots, their specials, their bombs -- only used when needed, ending fights as quickly as they start.

Still able, for a while. Still a legend, for a while. But they know. They know.

And when the news came that Cuttlefish was retiring --

They knew it was time. 1 and 2 are taking them off the field.

Its become too risky for them now. Hell, they even had to retire from turfing. (what a coincidence that the wiiu servers just died.)

Its a hidden turmoil they bury under work. Under the training sessions theyre allowed to do. Its the omly action theyre allowed these days, save for the occasional/rare mission/task that only they can do (that defuzzifier in splat3)

They miss being able to do what they were able to before.

Oh, 4 thinks shes a useless agent?

what about 3, who cant be that anymore?

At least, not as much as they used to be.

Both of them, theyve grown old, exhausted from the turmoils of life. Of events beyond their control.

The reason they pushed 4 so hard was...well, besides to keep her safe, its...I guess, subconciously, so that shed be their protege. To do what they cant anymore. To protect the fragile world.

Forgetting that 4 is not them, that 4 has different skills and limitations. They didnt want her to push herself so hard bc they did that and fell to Tartar. Inadvertedly...

They pushed her hard enough that she wanted to give herself up to Order, a similar entity to Tartar.

Just. God. Ow.

3 actually being the one who can help 4 the most this whole time

3 who wanted her to be safe. And now wanting her to exceed them.

Want to see her become better.

Meanwhile theyre sobbing inside abt how their body is imprisoning them, almost. An unspoken, subconcious struggle, which expresses itself in their strict discipline. Whats usually on the surface is their perfectionism and their worry for everyone else. This entire struggle with their body is bc it means they cant protect everyone else like they used to. It tears em up.

They are still FAST and can deliver killing blows still. But its in bursts, never as consistent as 4

One of these days... maybe she finds out during her break...

What 3s going through, inside.

3 had to replace themself for Splat3. 8 wasnt around, 4 was in college...Thank god Cuttlefish found someone....

Neo3. He NAMED this agent. Three.

That was their name...its gone now (I mean they def have a name outside the number, just havent thought of one)

I. Think thats it. These notes are kind of unedited so WOWPKSKS. its all over the place

[bhaalbaaby]

kinktober day 4

fantasizing, stuffing, breeding (i looked up stuffing and decided against that for me personally)

gale loves fantasizing about all the things he wants tav to do/what he wants to do to tav, especially during the early parts of their adventure together, letting his mind let loose to distract from the pondering of his orb lol so you can ponder his orbs ha ha ha he had a lot of time on his hands when he was in his tower in waterdeep so he can easily slip into erotic fantasies when alone in his tent, too shy to approach tav to make them a reality. he would love breeding. the thought of filling tav up with his seed with the chance that they could have his child is something he has thought about plenty. he does have a timeline on when he would like to start a family, but that doesn't mean he won't do the act before his timeline. the added riskiness turns him on.

wyll is fueled by fantasies and that's what keeps him from not acting up and not just taking tav the first chance he gets since he wants to go slow and be a gentleman. but if you could read his mind, you would see how freaky he is and how much he wants to give in to those desires. he also would be into breeding for similar reasons as gale. he wants to have a big family and watching tav swell with his seed would make him so proud. definitely would end up with stairstep/irish twins.

lae'zel would not be into either of these. fantasizing would be a waste when she could just do them. and on breeding: "hideous, to imagine a life where i couldn't partake in the pleasures of sex without the looming threat of bearing children."

shadowheart likes fantasizing as a rebellion against shar even if she gets punished for it, especially after opening up a little to tav about what she wants and desires. i don't think she'd be into breeding either. if tav is into it, then she'd try it, but i think she'd mostly be into draining just not inside of her lol

karlach fantasizes all the time. when she can't touch anyone it's what keeps her going even if it isn't the same as being with someone. her favorite fantasy would be sitting on someone's face until she can't walk anymore from cumming so hard which ends up in a lot of pillow humping in her tent. she'd be open to the idea of breeding mostly flattered at the idea that tav thinks she could be theirs forever and the mother of their child. she would definitely be into feeling the burst inside and giddy from the what if.

astarion would be into fantasizing, but i feel like out of the core companions that would, his would be the least sexual. they'd be mild fantasies on how far he can go with tav without sex, ei holding their eye contact, touching their shoulders, thighs, hands, etc, and random normal things they can do. like go on a date, being out and about without being afraid of them only using him for his body and how they make him feel. there are two sides to breeding for him. spawn!astarion would be into it if tav is into it, but the idea of having a child would terrify him to a point. ascended!astarion would never let tav go anywhere without his seed inside of them. definitely into mind games of seeing how long they can keep his seed inside without spilling a single drop.

halsin knows what he likes and wouldn't spend time really thinking about it. he would simply act on it as soon as he can. definitely into breeding. it's nature's call for him to plant as many of his seeds he can into tav and he must heed to his natural duties lol. personally surprised he hasn't had any mini halsins around already.

minthara wouldn't be into fantasizing as she would rather just do it. on occasion, she may yearn for something more, questioning what she was made for and her true feelings for her partner, but sexual fantasies? no lol. also not into breeding, well for her. if she could breed her partner, then yes. she would definitely do it as a mark of her ownership on them.

gortash would be a man of action. he wouldn't need to fantasize because his partner would just be there so he can act on it. definitely into breeding as a power kink and a sense of narcissistic pride. he made them full of his seed and the world will know and see how strong his line will be.

ketheric would let his fantasies consume him, but he wouldn't think about anyone other than his wife, even if he is with someone else afterward. nothing would compare to his devotion to her. he wouldn't be into breeding.

orin also would let her horrifically kinky fantasies consume her. they would veer on the kinks that are banned due to the morality of ie sn*ff and such that she would have a hard time convincing partner to be into. she would be similar to minthara as she would only be into breeding if she can fill her partner up. do not give her a child

[lovesick-desires]

VALETUDINARIANISM

YANDERE!VIKTOR X IMMUNOCOMPROMISED!READER — CHAPTER ONE

⇢ NEXT CHAPTER

ABSTRACT: An immunocompromised individual comes across Viktor's commune and Viktor wants to do more than just cure them of their ailments. CONTENT WARNINGS: gender neutral reader, season two spoilers, yandere behavior, manipulation, cult behavior, no mentions of "y/n", mind reading, use of google translate for Czech WORD COUNT: 1.7k VIKTOR'S YANDERE ARCHETYPE: delusional, protective

Growing up in the Undercity was especially hard for someone like you: someone who was dealing with an debilitating disability. In a city full of pollution and waste only worsened your symptoms, especially since you had no money to really manage it well, let alone treat it. Life constantly had you recovering or suffering from illnesses, one after the other. It felt like you were drowning in an ocean of chronic health issues, wave after wave of illness pushing you down just when you reached the surface to catch your breath.

One day, wandering the lanes in your ill state, you heard whispers of a man who could cure any ailment. Someone who utilized the arcane arts to cure disabilities, illnesses, anything... Of course, this lured you in. Not having any other hope in getting the help you desperately needed, you decided to look into this mysterious man.

Viktor, that's what his name was, or so you've heard as it was mumbled in the streets of the Undercity. A man who could heal all: the Machine Herald.

Eventually, you found the location of this mysterious healer in the outskirts of Zaun. Lanterns and cozy looking tents decorated the landscape, centered around a large iridescent orb in the center, which was presumably where the healer was—

"Excuse me," A meek voice emerged from the front gates. As you glanced over to the voice's origin, you spotted a man standing there with his hands held together. His warm auburn hair fell in messy strands over his forehead, framing his peach face and pale eyes. He was adorned in a white robe that seemed to be some sort of fabric wrapped around his body, which was accented by the metal accessories decorated him torso and left arm. The most unique thing about this man was that he had iridescent markings encompassing his right eye, looking akin the the pattern on the orb in the cult's center.

"Yes?" You replied, slowly approaching the weary man.

"Can you... please drop your weapons? This is a place of peace, not violence." The man spoke up, gesturing to the knife that was sheathed in its holder wrapped around your thigh. Realizing what he was referring to, you immediately were put on edge. Why was this man trying to take your weapons and leave you defenseless in a city such as theirs? However, you had your other knife hidden in your boot for emergencies, so you'd be fine to lose one. Begrudgingly, you undid the buckle of the knife's holster and dropped it to the floor, much to the relief of the man before you.

"Thank you." The man spoke up, his voice tinged with a sense of relief.

"Where is this healer I have heard of?" You queried the gateman, facing him with your full body now as you adjusted your stance. To this, a small smile spread across his lips.

"Ah, you mean the Machine Herald, yes. He should be in his center. If you'd like, I can lead you there." The gateman spoke, gesturing towards that weird orb in the center. Reluctantly, you nodded, letting the gateman lead the way.

As you two walked around, you gazed at the surroundings. Men, women, children, all running amuck and looking... happy. It was sure an odd sight to experience in a place such as the Undercity. These people had those iridescent markings on their body like the gateman had. Is that the Machine Herald's healing? Did it leave that sort of marking on those he cured? They each seemed different markings in different places, all with the same iridescent look and sheen. What would yours look like?

"We are here." The gateman uttered, gesturing to the large orb before you two with two large crescent shapes bent around it like a broken halo. As his hand landed on your shoulder, you jumped a little before glancing over at him.

"He will heal you, trust in him." The man proclaimed with such assurance in his voice that you could feel it in your chest. Slowly, the man's hand slipped from your shoulder as he left you before the orb, walking back to his gate.

Your gaze left the man as you looked up at the orb before you, shocked at the sheer size of it. With much reluctance, you took your first steps up the stairs to its entrance, mentally bracing for whatever you saw through those double doors. With shaky hands and a racing heart, you reached for the handles and pushed the doors open.

As you glanced around, you were greeted with foliage in every nook and cranny of the room. Plants and trees you had never seen before with vibrant colors flooded all your senses as if trying to suffocate them with such vibrancy. Glancing up at the ceiling, you could see the holes of the orb filtering in a golden sunlight, dappling the flourishing interior with the light of the heavens. In the center of the concrete paths stood a lavish water fountain. With shaky steps, you approached it as you admired the clean looking water. You had never seen clear water like this in your lifetime, let alone in the Undercity of all places.

"Fascinating, isn't it all?" A voice with a thick Czech accent spoke up from behind you. Glancing back, you take in the sight of an individual wrapped in what appeared to be some sort of blue sheet that was doctored into a makeshift robe with the help of ivory colored belts at his waist. His umber hair laid in undulating waves, framing his pale face as the tips of his hair were a soft blonde. While his face was a pale tone, the rest of his skin from his strong jawline down was a purplish grey with raised markings that looked like billowing smoke which were adorned with golden markings. "All this beauty in a place such as this once was." He continued, walking towards you in a slow, meticulous manner. After staring at him for a moment, you cleared your throat.

"You are... the healer, correct?" You muttered, watching him carefully as you kept your guard up.

"Relax, this is not a place of malintent." The Machine Herald spoke softly, reaching out for you with a gentle hand towards your forehead. For an unknown reason, you felt calm as you gazed up at his hand, letting his fingers graze your forehead with a tender touch. A small spark filled his gaze as his fingertips glowed softly. Slowly, he pulled his hand from your forehead, looking down at you.

"Ah, I see your ailments now. Your body is weak, yet your soul is strong. The will to live you have is very admirable, despite your chronic hardships." The healer spoke, much to your confusion.

"How did you know that?" You questioned, raising a brow at his sudden knowledge of you.

"I saw it when I touched your forehead, miláček," He muttered, looking at his fingertips for a moment before averting his gaze back to you. "I can heal you of your ailments, which is why you are here, correct?"

"What's the catch?" You interjected, obviously still on guard about the whole situation. It all seemed to be too good to be true. After so many years of you suffering, it can go away just like that? Viktor's face stayed stoic and unmoving.

"Ah, I see. You are afraid I am taking advantage of your vulnerabilities for my personal gain," Viktor proclaimed as he strolled past you towards the water fountain. As you looked over your shoulder, you could see him picking up a cane that was leaning against a tree near the water fountain. "I can understand why you would think that why, given how long you have suffered from having such suffering in your life from illness." He continued as his gaze shifted from his cane to you.

"So, what do you want? Money?" You questioned, turning around to fully face the Machine Herald. To this, the Machine Herald scoffed.

"Money? No, no, I have no need in monetary assets." He replied, his thick eyebrows knitted together.

"So, what is it? What's the price?" You spoke, walking towards the healer, trying to rack your brain with any possibility.

"I only request your devotion. This commune could do well with addition such as yourself." Viktor declared, holding his cane at his side firmly. Oh great, you had to join this guy's cult to get healed of your disorder. You felt a pit in your stomach when you realized his implications. You would probably have to live in this cult for the rest of your life. What would life be like? Would it be as utopic as it seemed or would things be more dystopic than Zaun?

"I don't think... I can do that." You muttered out, taking a step back. Something was off about this whole thing. Something was under the surface that you didn't know about, you were certain. To your rejection, Viktor's eyes widened softly before he tutted, offering his hand out to you.

"You are scared of the possibilities, I understand that. But I can assure you that you can trust me." The Machine Herald cooed, his purplish grey hand beckoning you to him with spindly fingers. You felt your heart race in your chest. No, you can't do it. Something was wrong. You knew something was wrong, deep down.

To this, you took two more steps backwards only to bolt out of the orb, not looking back even after the Machine Herald called out your name. Bursting through the double doors of the center, you run through the winding paths between tents and markets. Narrowly dodging cult members who all looked at you with bewildered eyes, you ran as fast as your legs could carry you. You had to get out of here. Now. Something was seriously wrong with this fucked up cult and you knew better than to get involved any further. You ran through the gates where the auburn-haired man stood, confused at your sudden escape.

You had no idea what you had just done by rejecting The Machine Herald's blessing. You had no idea what you had awoken in the healer. He knew you were gone, but he knew he would find you.

SONG OF THE FIC: DISEASE - LADY GAGA

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[bakuliwrites]

M6 and Sexy Keepsakes

Here's a little headcanon of some sultry little keepsakes that I think the M6 would keep on them when they are away from MC. Spicy, of course. 18+, Minors DNI!

An enchanted necklace MC helped craft for him that sends delightful tingles through his body when he caresses it. He and MC made matching necklaces together. They combined their powers to imbue it with deeply personal magic. The process of creating it was intensely intimate, involving a union of both the physical and metaphysical.

The necklace is fairly subtle in the way it looks, made of moonstone and citrine. The crystals hang on an antique bronze chain that dips low under the collar of his shirt. It pulses a gentle, familiar energy where it rests against his heart. Whenever he travels, he makes sure to wear it. He feels joyously flustered when he remembers the day he and MC created it. He likes to relive that memory a lot.

Asra makes sure to wear the necklace every time he communicates with MC via his water skype (I saw someone call it that once and that's honestly the only way I can think of it now, haha). MC's matching necklace has a magical connection to Asra's, which the two can certainly have some fun with...

An erotic letter MC wrote her. It's spritzed with a bit of MC's cologne/perfume, and the sensual words it contains is enough to make even the most stoic of individuals blush.

Nadia keeps it stowed safely away in a secret compartment of one of her pieces of luggage. She pulls it out when she's by herself in her quarters, lonely in whatever palace she's traveled to for her diplomatic missions. It renders even her eloquent tongue speechless. She tries to picture what MC was doing just before they wrote the letter. The thought often distracts her during meetings.

One evening, Nadia decides to act out a few things that MC wrote in the letter, and then write a response to MC describing everything she felt and all the delightfully naughty things she can't wait to do to MC when she gets home...

A tasteful pinup photo/drawing (depending on if you want a modern AU or not) of MC on the inside lid of his compass. MC bought the compass for him at the market, surprising him with it one morning with the pinup already taped to the inside. Julian keeps the compass on his person at all times.

Ooooo boy, does it give Julian a thrill every time he opens up the compass to confirm the direction he's traveling. In fact, it's more than a bit distracting. He thinks its quite daring and deliciously risque of MC for gifting him such a thing. A roguish smile always forms on his lips when he catches a glimpse of it. Sometimes, he'll pull it out of his pocket when he has a quiet moment, just to stare at it.

Julian slips away with it, propping it up on his bedside table while he enjoys some much needed alone time. He likes to imagine MC showing up out of the blue on whatever ship he's sailing on, dressed in the very lingerie they wear in their photo/drawing. He's antsy to return home to them...

MC's perfume/cologne on a kerchief. It's just a simple, white kerchief with MC's initials embroidered in blue on one corner. But it smells so delightfully of them.

Portia keeps it tucked in her undershirt and, while it's not overtly sensual per say, she can't help but feel a bit of excitement every time she brings it to her nose. Keeping it close to her means it smells like her and MC combined, reminding her of the sultry activities the two of them get up to when they're together. There's an impish twinkle in her eyes every time she pulls it out.

Portia eventually reciprocates the gesture and leaves behind a floral handkerchief for MC. She hopes it brings them as much comfort and pleasure as theirs does to her. She also leaves behind a mischievous little note that's sure to thrill MC, describing all the things she thinks of when she smells their pleasant scent...

A figurine of MC, that MC modeled for. MC had to beg and plead for Muriel to make one of himself for them. Finally he acquiesced.

The figurine itself is not especially detailed, but it holds the memory of the day MC posed for it. It was in the privacy of Muriel's hut, MC draped across the furs in front of the fireplace, eyes dark and cheeks flushed. This felt like such a momentous, intimate moment for Muriel. A moment where he could let his guard down, and MC could let theirs down, too. The two of them took a number of breaks in the process to blow off some steam.

Whenever MC is away, he pulls the figurine from his pocket and blushes a deep red. His heart flutters with the memory of that afternoon. He hopes MC hurries home, so maybe they can pose for him once again. And perhaps do a bit more together...

MC's underwear and truly the raunchiest photo/painting he could possibly take of MC. He's already got a million paintings of the two of them, hanging in the palace, mostly kept away in his private quarters. But this one is *extra* special and *extra* spicy.

In true form to Lucio, he keeps both the photo and the undergarment on his person at all times while traveling. He's not especially careful with where he pulls out the photo, but tries to keep it as hidden as possible. He finds it thrilling to whip it out in spaces where anyone could walk in while he's looking at it. But he also wants to respect MC's privacy and tries to be careful.

The underwear is MC's best pair. Lucio hides it in an inner pocket of his blazer. He only pulls it out when he's alone in his bedroom (or has guaranteed privacy elsewhere) and when he's in a *mood* (which is rather often). He's left behind a portrait for MC and a pair of his finest, as well (a silky crimson number with his gilded name embroidered across the ass). He hopes they get as much enjoyment out of his gifts for them as he gets out of their gifts for him.

[wandathewriter]

Shy and Fiery

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda finds you in a peculiar moment, you decide to invite her in

Warnings: smut, explicit language, strap-on, fingering, oral sex, Wanda using her power in a sexual way (thank you very much), Reader is a womanizer

A/N: this is my first post ever on tumblr so i hope this isn't a complete desaster. also, italic means thoughts. this may or may not get a part 2 (and 3) so let me know what you guys think.

As you had an immense amount of training during the last few weeks, you didn’t have time for your famous nights out.

Everyone thought maybe Tony or Bucky were the ones who would get all the girls they wanted, but, actually, it was you. The team always made fun of you for it, after Tony’s parties when everyone was way too much wasted and telling theirs “first time they heard a ‘no thanks’” or “the most humiliating ‘no’ they got” and all you did was laugh since those things didn’t happen to you.

As if it were truly your fault that girls would laugh at your jokes and flush as you got closer pretending to not hear them because of the loud music in the room. What could you do? You had a charm, you used it. That’s logical. Everyone did it, the only difference was that you always succeed.

They just envy you, whatever.

And you were sure Sam and Bucky disliked you a little because of it. But, again, it was not your fault that they always wanted to bet which one would get a girl’s number first when you never even bet with them. You would be already smiling and making your way to a beautiful woman across the room while they were still deciding which girl they would have more chance to succeed. It did not surprise you that they didn’t get a lot of them.

Your last time had been a while ago, after the last mission where you got a cut on your eyebrow that only did you good on your night out.

After this, you and Steve got in an intensive training routine and all you wanted on your weekends was sleep, eat junky food, sleep some more, train again, and so on.

Now you were bored because apparently Steve didn’t like to train for a month straight without any rest and demanded you both took a week of. Also, he had a date tonight and didn’t want to get there all beaten up by you. Because you were also this good at fights.

It is Wednesday, anyway, and you don’t like going to pubs and clubs on weekdays because the chance of someone recognizing you is bigger. You’re not interested in any kind of media right now, no books, movies or tv shows for you. It is still afternoon, so most of the team has something to do and you are almost sure you are home alone.

That’s how you end up masturbating naked on your bed.

You appreciate your job but it’s not the same. Not even with the multiple images going on and on in your head and your hand on your clit and a dildo deep inside of you. You like kissing, touching, licking other women, something you can’t get on your own.

You hear steps outside your room and a knock on your door, but you’re almost, almost there, approaching, almost coming, beating the feeling of something missing, you can’t stop now…

“Y/N?” your eyes shot open when you’re called. You know who that is. “Are you in there or are you out?”

You are both, actually. You laugh at your own joke as you throw the dildo on the bed and get up, running to open the door.

“Hey! What are you doi… ah!” Wanda’s words are lost, and you don’t know if it’s because one of your boobs is showing, even if you’re hiding your body behind the door, or if it’s because images of you just moments ago are going through your mind really, really loud.

She looks down and then up again, meeting your eyes for mere seconds before looking away. Her cheeks flushed in a really intense pink and her mouth kept open. The boobs, then. She’s cute.

“I’m masturbating, Wanda, would you like to come in?”

She looks at you surprised, but her eyes soon become lost and you’re sure she’s seeing all that’s going on inside your head. It’s not about you anymore, but about what you could do.

Her whole neck becomes pink too, so you think about other pink parts of her and she lets a “oh god” scape as you think about your tongue.

“Yes…” she finally answers, but her eyes are still out of focus, she’s still lost inside your mind.

“You sure?” you smirk and think about the absence of any of those thoughts that would happen if she said no. She blinks her way out of your head, her green eyes almost taken full by the dilated pupils look straight at yours and you are sure she’s yours before she even says anything.

“Yeah, I would like to come in”.

So, you grab her arm and close the door behind you, locking it even though no one will appear.

You’re kissing her and taking her to bed before she gets shy as she sees you’re already fully naked. She lets you push her and helps you take off her clothes. She lays on the bed and pulls you with her. She holds you in place with her legs on your hips and her cold feet on your butt.

You’re kissing her mouth, biting her lips, sucking her tongue, scratching all the way down to the hard, pink nipples, pinching them, sinking your hips against her panties, taking out of her all the moans she’s giving you and the ones she tries to hide.

You make your way kissing her jaw and biting the skin of her neck until your lips are sucking her ear lobe and you’re whispering, “do not hold your moans from me, my love”. She immediately grunts and the small hair on her neck bristle.

You move your hands down tracing her belly button with the tip of your fingers, scratching her abs, taking her panties off. You bite her left nipple at the same time you touch her clit. She cries out your name and you can feel you are dripping. This is what you were missing.

The soft skin of a woman against yours, the sweet taste as you kiss her, the moans, groans, screams, the smell of sweat, perfume and sex, the lick soaking your fingers as you get deep inside of them…

“oh god, I want that, please” she begs inside your mind while her mouth lets out a low, dragged grown and you realize she’s seeing your thoughts again. You laugh against her chest.

But you don’t play games, if she wants something, you give it to her.

You sink one finger easily, two more, after, because the feeling is sensational. You know it is for her too because she screams your name out loud again. You curve them inside hitting soft flesh and higher groans as that good pain start on your pulse and you insist quicker, harder, pressing her clit with your thumb, kissing her down, down, down the inside of her thighs, tasting her but not she feeling you.

She’s so close. All you had to do was…

“Please, Y/N, please”

Her fingers get lost in your hair and you have no choice but do what you both expect the most.

You start licking all her pussy. She screams in and out of your head. You suck her clit. You push your fingers deep inside of her, you can hear the wet noise that comes with your mouth and hand working so hard.

She pulls your hair and pressures your head, so you lick, lick, lick, suck, kiss and lick once again.

You know she’s coming; you can feel her tight around your fingers and her pussy getting wetter and wetter. You want to tell her to look at you as she comes, but when you open your eyes you see her hands holding tight on the sheets and boobs, you get confuse for a second since you still feel her holding your head until you see red.

Then all you can see is red light, fire, and smoke. It’s all over the room, around you both, it’s holding your head and when you realize it, it’s spreading to your shoulders, the warm feeling, down your spine and between your legs. Warm, soft and precise just like you assume her hand would be.

She’s using her magic on you and it is so goddam sexy of her to do so. You come as you hear her laughing and moaning inside your head.

You are not ashamed of doing so, barely being touched before exploding in a full wave of pleasure. You groan when the magic in your pussy mimics the moves you’re doing on her. Or you thought so.

You need a moment to understand that she’s actually projecting her pleasure on you, so all you feel and hear, and touch is her. Her orgasm in long, intense, hits both of you hard. She pulls you to her mind physically and literally, sucking your tongue to taste herself on your lips, showing you all of what you could possibly want to see of her, felling her heart beating fast both in your mind and in your hand.

She doesn’t need a moment to recover. Her hands, the physically ones, grabs your ass and push your hip down so both your pussies are touching. You don’t need any hint to start moving, sliding your clit against her, but she doesn’t let go of you and sinks her nails hard on your skin.

You are breathless and moaning together, incapable of kissing and just letting your lips touch. It’s all about the touch. The sound. The smell. She’s moaning inside your head again, her hands touch all you back, almost like a hug, putting you closer so your boobs are pressed against hers and your face is hidden in the crock of her neck. She moans again, now directly on your ear, licking all the skin she can reach.

You sit on her precisely, getting distant just enough to look properly at her. She’s still pretty pink, but definitely not shy anymore. Her skin is shining with sweat; it has red marks all over her neck, chest and abs, small scratches from your nails and bites. She’s so beautiful with her head on your pillow, her dark hair messy and spread against the white sheet, her body naked and perfectly shaped. She looks wild.

“You look wild”. She tells you. “You always look wild” she says out loud.

She’s showing images of you, memories she has of seeing you train, drinking in pubs, dancing in clubs, and then all the thoughts she had about you two. That takes you by surprise, seeing all of her imagination about you together, here, on your bedroom, or on hers, or at the kitchen, or the training room, or at some party, in the bathroom.

It’s too much for you, your hips fail but the red light is right there making you slide again. You feel it coming, rising from your pussy to your whole body. Wanda is biting her lips, pulling you for a kiss, then biting your lips hard as she comes again with you.

You fall besides her on the mattress and feels the pain immediately on your lower back. “shit!” you grab the forgotten dildo and throws it on the floor, tired, closing your eyes in hope of catching your breath. You did not expect it to be so good. Wanda was amazing, better than everything you could have imagined, still blinded by the foolish shy persona you thought she had. Maybe she was shy, didn’t everybody say the shy one is the fiery in private or something like that? Then you remember she could read your mind and look at her preparing to apologize.

She was looking at you laying on her side, head resting on her hand, her right arm across her belly. She look like a painting, really, and you were not a fan of cliches. She had the same amount of curiosity and seriousness showing on her face. You hold your breath, but she only asks:

“Do you have a strap on?”

You don’t know if she’s shy or not, but she’s full of surprises. “I do”.

“Put it on” She’s not asking. “I want to ride you”.

Dear lord, you thought, this woman will be the end of me.

You go and come from your closet in a minute, certain of the toy’s location and how to put it easily. Wanda is sitting on the bed now, expecting you one more time. She barely lets you be comfortable again before she’s throwing one leg over you and sitting on your cock. You both moans together and she’s not even projecting her pleasure on you again.

She raises her hips and let it falls quickly. Your hands grab her thighs since she doesn’t need help finding her rhythm, her boobs going up and down as she’s jumping on your lap. You lay your head on your pillow enjoying the view. Right now, this is not about you anymore. Wanda rides you as she pleads, eyes locked on yours, mouth open and moaning loud, hands grabbing your boobs as if it would give her any stability.

She’s going hard and fast, barely going up and down, swallowing all its size, rolling her hip, marking half-moons with her nails on your skin. Maybe she’s shy, maybe she’s not, but she is definitely fiery. Her hair is falling on her shoulders, some strands stuck in her mouth, the waves moving with her and framing her face. Her lips are swollen and dark red, her blood running hot on her cheeks, she looks flawless right now.

She’s going so fast, so fast, that it doesn’t take much for another orgasm. She yells your name, grabs your hands, and falls over you, panting on your ear, sliding her nose your neck. She’s still rolling slowly; her whole body is shaking against yours.

“If I tell you that I am shy, will you please stop thinking about it?” Oh boy, she was listening, “I’m always listening”. She looks at you smiling, but you don’t know if is because of you or of you.

“Sorry” you kiss her. Her kiss is really good. She is really good. “God, this was the best sex of my life!”

Instead of any “did I get on your top 10 fucks?” jokes, that you hear a lot after sex with strangers, Wanda just agrees with you “It was, but I can’t feel my legs anymore”.

“That’s not a problem” you smile “you can stay here as long as you want”.

“Good” its all she says before getting off of your toy and laying down besides you. It takes just enough for you to take of the straps before falling asleep with her.

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

I don’t think I’ve seen what you’re describing but if you find it pls reblog cause I’m very interested 👀👀👀

And if you did dream it up pls tell us more lol. It kinda reminds me of an anime I used to watch that I can’t remember the name of

Oof guess I did dream it up since no one really knows what I’m talking about hchdfe

So, the pact marks themselves hurt when first put on (mainly for the human since they technically are being branded for their demon.) and though the ‘wound’ is sensitive for a bit after the pact mark is first placed.

The pact mark is often checked by your demon partner who gives it kisses nearly everyday (they don’t know you don’t get the same pleasure from it as they do.) you mistook it as them just being affectionate.

Touching their pact mark or your own garner the same reactions, they try to avoid letting you touch theirs as it is more…sensitive than yours is. Then can feel pleasure from both pact marks, you don’t need to be with them for them to feel pleasure from it. You could just trace a finger over the marking over and over, and your demon is shaking in place trying to keep their composure as you talk to them.

The pleasure it gives them is really strong, if you continue for long enough, they will cum. Demons obviously learn about this at a young age (before they are ‘allowed’ to make pacts.) and just think humans know too.

You could also hurt them by digging your nails into/bitting into the mark on either of you. People just think you’re nipping/scratching at the marking because it’s itchy while your partner is stiff as a board and on edge over what you might do next.

Pain isn’t as strong as pleasure when messing with the pact marks, though the pain is never explicitly explained (bc your partner refused to elaborate) but it’s enough to make a full grown demon bend to their knees, you’ve gotten them to beg every other time you punish them!

The pact marks only feel pleasure/pain between you two, though your demon is alerted if your pact mark is being touched by someone else (it tends to leave them feeling disgusted over the fact someone they don’t know is touching you so ‘intimately’, or at least your demon thinks it’s intimate) unless you both are close to the person they will be upset and act semi aggressively towards the person.

The mark gives different pleasure/pain depending what you do, pinch it? Your demon ends up jerking and glaring at you. Give it a slap? They instantly jump like they were actually hurt. Massage it? They practically go boneless (only if you two are alone) and tend to be a moaning mess. Lick it? Your demon it shuddering over it, they might even end up grinding against something to help relive themself.

If you have multiple pacts, they can ‘overlap’ in a sense that because the demons are ‘sharing’ a human, they can actually give each other pain/pleasure by playing with the other demon’s pact mark on your body. They can’t maki it work on the other demons body, only yours as your the human that has ‘bonded’ them.

With the ‘pact orders they can’t fulfill’ here’s a few examples. Ordering things like ‘please me however you think I want to be pleased.’ The punishment/reward isn’t given until you tell them if you like/dislike what they are doing. You could of course lie and make the pact do which ever you want.

The pact will act accordingly if you let it, meaning if you’re happy with your demon, it will reward them, if you’re mad at them, it punishes them. It’s always a nice way to let them know how you feel.

When giving an order, you can decide rather or not the pact will actually reward/punish them, however, you don’t need to say it allowed. The pact goes with your intentions, it won’t tell your demon wether or not they will be punished/rewarded. This is meant to force the demon to better comply since if they resist they don’t they might get punished.

Demons just want to please their Master, right?

With the punishment/reward situation, it’s much stronger on the ‘punishment’ end. The pleasure they get from the reward is dopamine, it basically just gives them a happiness boost. With the punishment, it hurts, but not severely. It’s like their entire body just got burned/electrocuted in an instant, it leaves no damage to the body as it’s a ‘phantom’ pain. The punishment also forces them to feel more…stressed? Anxious? Scared?

It sort of…gives them a painful surprise before striking fear into them and making the nervous/scared. It’s very brief since it’s intense for the demon, it’s highly recommended to use punishments sparingly as over using it can cause anxiety episodes/panic attack and you really don’t want to hurt them like that.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Okay ik u literally just posted part 2 today so no pressure ofc to do this 💞💞💞💞 but would u be able to do a part 3 to the heros mum is a therapist series? 👀👀👀

part 1, part 2

Once they were outside, the villain pulled at the hero’s wrist to stop them from their rampaging march. What they didn’t consider was how much strength they put into the pull.

So, it was surprising to feel the hero’s body bump against theirs for a second.

“Oh, sorry,” the hero mumbled and took a step back. They didn’t let go of the villain, though.

And, oh shit. The hero was close to tears.

“Hey, no, I am sorry. I should have never come here. It was a stupid idea. A really, really dumb idea. Last week was terrible for me and I was selfish and I just wanted to see you and then I thought: Sure, go and kidnap their mother. I didn’t know it was…complicated between the two of you.” The hero let out a dry laugh and blinked the tears away. Their laugh was short but it filled the villain’s heart with a warm stinging.

But the villain’s heart also broke when they saw the hero’s struggle.

“It’s okay. We had it coming for a long time. It was going to happen eventually.” Their eyelashes jumped up and down as they did their best to ban the tears. Their hero was helpless, couldn’t quite jump back into the being fine mode which they showed the city on television and the internet.

“I can make it up to you, though. Maybe take you out to that cat café you’ve been talking about?” Another small laugh. Faster blinking. Less tears.

Better.

“That would be lovely,” the hero said between sobs and a simple squeeze of the villain’s hand was somewhat of another response. The touch alone grounded the villain. The hero was still holding their hand. Their hand.

It was unbelievable to think someone would actually do that for so long. The villain’s hands were rough and thanks to their picking habit, often easily damaged. But the hero was gentle. And the villain wouldn’t mind if they weren’t.

The hero was almost down the porch, pulling the villain with them to the car.

“Wait,” the villain said quietly. The hero did so but they didn’t quite look at them. “I know it’s none of my business and you don’t have to tell me anything if you’re not comfortable with it. But…the things you said about your mother, what did you mean?”

The hero waited.

And waited.

“She might seem all nice and intellectual but at home she has always been…distant. I had to grow up all by myself. It was like living beside a ghost. My interests, my friends, school — she didn’t really care. I always scored the highest, was always the best and still, it wasn’t good enough. Maybe that’s why I became a hero.” They sat down on steps of the porch and the villain sank beside them. “When I eventually did grow up and decided to move out, she protested. She told me there would be enough time for me to go my own way, that I didn’t have to leave this early. But I did.”

The villain watched them. For the first time, they could really see the hero’s burdens on their shoulders. Perhaps, the hero was just as broken as they were.

“And ever since, she calls me five times a week, visits me unannounced.” The hero’s eyes jumped to the villain. “Ruins my relationships.”

“Yeah, not ours, though. Or I will do something evil. Like kidnapping her, I should be able to pull that off.” The hero laughed again and god, the villain could have listened to that for good.

“You’re the worst.” The hero’s smile was criminally contagious.

“I know.”

There was silence again and despite the little inferno in the villain’s heart burning, they felt at peace.

Birds chirped in the trees and only the horizon suggested the land had to end. The villain could see a forest in the distance. They could see the biotope the hero’s mother was living in.

Completely isolated, on the country.

It was beautiful.

Especially when they watched the gentle rays of sunshine making the hero’s hair glow.

“So. Cat café?” the hero asked, turning their head towards the villain.

“I’m afraid, not yet. I understand your past with your mother was difficult. I understand that you are angry and don’t forgive her for treating you like that. But I also want you to try to talk to her.” The villain took both of the hero’s hands in theirs and held them close. “I will stay with you and I will help you get through this. But I can’t watch you push her away. I can’t stand here and watch you make the same mistakes I made.”

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

Racing Heart

Pairing  ::  Clark Kent  x  short/petite fem!Reader

Warnings  ::  Smut, Size Kink

Word Count  ::  4,265

Summary  ::  You never knew why, but whenever you were around Clark, your heart always raced.

A/N  ::  Just an fyi, I used Henry Cavill’s Clark Kent, but I used the comic book height of Clark, which is 6′3′’, versus Henry’s 6′1′’

You never quite understood why, all you knew was that your heart always started racing when you were close to Clark. It wasn’t whenever you saw him, or when you were just in the same room as him. It was only when you were able to notice how small you were compared to the 6’3’’ man. 

There were many occasions when this happened. Whenever Clark hugged you, helped you grab something on a top shelf, or even when he was standing so close to you, you two almost touched, your heart began racing. It had gotten to the point where you went out of your way to avoid getting close to the man, making sure you were always on the opposite side of the room from him.

There were three specific times though that made your face heat up just thinking about them.

-

The first one was in the break room.

You had managed to open the cabinet doors right above the refrigerator, but were struggling to grab the box of plastic utensils. You always forgot to bring a fork or spoon from home for your lunch, though you never had to worry about it because The Daily Planet had some. Of course, in an office full of tired reporters, others were bound to forget their utensils as well, and thus the box that was placed on the counter was now empty.

You stood on your tippy-toes, fingers barely grazing the corner of the box. The heels your wore offered no help, only adding a mere inch and a half to your height. You open the cabinet with ease, and a huff of annoyance left you when you saw the box of forks was on the second shelf. You had grown so frustrated, you began hopping just to try and hit the box that you now believed was taunting you. However, your hopping was working, as you managed to hit the corner repeatedly to make the box slowly come out. You didn’t care if you were wearing a skirt. It ended right before your knees and you were wearing black tights so it was fine.

You just needed one more good hop and you knew you’d be able to grab the box. You bent your knees only slightly, and then-

“Do you need some help?” A deep kind voice asked, followed by a large hand reaching past you and grabbing the box.

You whipped your entire body around, now facing a tie and button-down plaid shirt. You tilted your head up, seeing the man from Kansas, Clark Kent. He was giving you one of his classic golden boy smiles, looking down at you.

You gave him a small smile in return, and you could feel your heartbeat begin to grow faster. Perhaps Clark sneaking up behind you startled you, and he seemed to notice.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, I just saw you were struggling for a bit,” He commented, holding the box out for you.

You grabbed it, thanking him quietly before a small idea popped into your head. “Were you watching me?”

You swore you saw a small tint on Clark’s cheeks as he let out a cough to clear his throat. “Um, no, I had walked by earlier and saw you struggling then, and, well, when I came back I saw you were still here so I decided to help.”

You let out a small giggle. “I’m teasing Clark.”

You saw him visibly ease up, letting out a small exhale. Little did you know he had been staring at you for a small while before he helped you. Watching you hop up and down had brought a small smile of amusement to his face. 

-

The second one was in the supply room.

Some people bought their supplies, and that was their stash. Others, such as yourself, helped themselves to the abundance of the supply room. What you had just ran out of only moments ago were sticky notes. You used them quite often, not only for notes but also for little drawings you did to pass the time. As a matter of fact, your entire desk was nearly covered with either small memos or doodles of random characters.

The sticky notes, unfortunately, were located on the top shelf. To add to your bad luck, there was also no stepping stool or ladder. Now, you could’ve been rational and go get someone taller to help. ‘Nah, I got this,’ you thought as you carefully began to climb up on the shelves. You believed in your climbing abilities, even in your heels. Admittedly, it was a bit awkward trying to grip onto the shelves, and the heels of your feet were hanging off, but you felt secure enough. 

You reached the top shelf with relative ease, only needing to step up two shelves. Then came the matter of the box of sticky notes that had yet to be open. There was no way you could open the box to grab the small number of notepads you needed, not without both hands though. You could throw the box down, but what were the chances of it breaking open and creating a mess? ‘I really should’ve thought this one through a little better,’ you regretted.

Busy thinking of how to get the sticky notes down(along with how often you found yourself in this sort of ‘you’ve made your bed now lay in it’ situations you’ve been in) you didn’t notice the door open and close once again. “(Y/N)?” 

“Wha- Ah!” You let out a squeal, losing your balance from being pulled from your train of thought. Your eyes widened and your heart froze, feeling your feet slip off along with your grip.

You squeezed your eyes shut, ready for the oncoming impact from the floor, along with the pain. Thankfully, the person who had caused your fall was quick enough to save you. Instead of feeling the hard tiled floor, you felt a pair of strong arms catch you. They held you close, almost squeezing you a bit too tight, but you felt safe in the embrace. You opened your eyes, blinking a few times to make sure you were indeed okay. You looked up to see who had caught you, your (e/c) eyes locking with blue ones behind a frame of glasses.

There was a clear worried look on Clark’s face. “You need to be careful (Y/N), you can’t just climb up shelves. If you need help, ask for it,” He continued to scold you, but you couldn’t focus on a thing he was saying.

Your heart was pounding, though you thought it was from the adrenaline of almost falling, and your mind was elsewhere. You couldn’t listen to him with him still holding you, it was all your mind was focused on. His grip on you was frim, and you were so close to him you could smell his cologne, citrus with a hint of musk. You always knew you were petite in build, but being held like this made you feel tiny. ‘His arms are so big. Am I really this small? He doesn’t look like he’s struggling at all. When does he have the time to work out? How-’

“(Y/N) are you even listening to a thing I’m saying?”

You blinked once, looking at him with big eyes. “Um… You’re still holding me…” You pointed out, a small blush coming to your cheeks. Unable to look at him any longer, your eyes darted down, missing his flustered face.

He put you down quickly, apologizing, and you told him not to just as quickly in response. After, you thanked him and rushed out without even taking a single sticky note with you. Later on in the day though, when you had walked away and returned to your desk, there were two sticky note pads on your desk.

-

The third one was at a charity event.

You and Clark were assigned to the event together as it was a rather large event. The money being raised was for meta-human teens and children, to help them better understand their abilities safely.

After hearing the guest list, you knew you had to wear the one forest green dress you wore to every fancy event. It was the nicest, and expensive, dress you owned. You paired it with three-inch black heels and a simple opal pendant. You never like dressing up too much. Clark wore a simple muted dark brown suit, with a navy blue button-up and blue tie to match it.

Now, it was rather tricky to keep your distance from Clark this time, and you really didn’t want to get flustered during work. Before it was at work, now it would be during work. There was a difference, granted a small difference, but still, a difference. At work, you just minded your business, and on occasion, goofing off when you weren’t writing an article. Here you were supposed to be interviewing and taking notes of everything happening. You couldn’t miss something important because Clark wanted to dance and you couldn’t keep your mind straight after. He didn’t ask you to dance, but, if he did you’d refuse.

“So, Mr. Wayne, Mr. Queen-”

“Please, call me Oliver,” The blond said.

Before you stood Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen. You were intending to speak to Mr. Wayne alone, but just as you approached him, Mr. Queen also got to him. You were about to apologize and walk away, however, Mr. Queen, or rather, Oliver, insisted you interviewed them together. You had to admit, it was rather nice having Oliver around as Mr. Wayne, even though he was known as a playboy, gave you a rather intimidating aura. 

You began interviewing the two, asking them the same questions you had asked all the millionaires, but ended up talking with them and enjoying it. Mr. Wayne wasn’t as intimidating as he had seemed, and Oliver was rather humorous. It was clear to you the two were friends.

You were in the middle of laughing at a joke Oliver had told when you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. You turned your head, seeing Clark, standing right beside you with a smile. 

“Well you most certainly are having a good time,” He commented before turning his attention to the men in front of you. “Mr. Wayne, Mr. Queen, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He reached out with his free hand to shake theirs.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well…” Mr. Wayne’s voice trailed off as he looked down at Clark’s badge from the daily planet, “...Mr. Kent.”

“Call me Oliver,” He said as he shook your coworker’s hand. “I take it you two were sent together?”

“Yes,” You said in sync.

The conversation continued, and the entire time Clark kept his arm around your shoulders. You nodded along, even humming a few times in response to make it appear as if you were listening as your mind wandered. ‘Why is my heart racing? Why is he still holding me? Should I say something? What if I seem rude? I don’t want him to let go though.’ Even though you didn’t want to acknowledge it, you knew there was a small part of you that always liked how petite you were compared to Clark. 

Then, you felt his thumb begin to rub small circles onto your bare shoulder. Without thinking, you slowly leaned into his larger frame. Now, you couldn’t see it because you were still looking ahead at the two millionaires, but Clark glanced down at you, happy you had come closer.

-

You couldn’t avoid Clark forever though, despite your best efforts.

You walked down the sidewalk, holding four large reusable grocery bags each full to the brim. You lived alone, but you liked to shop in bulk so you wouldn’t have to go out often. You were struggling a fair amount though. Normally, you had a friend who’d come with you to help you out and then the two of you would hang out. Sadly, all your friends were busy for the next few days and you were beginning to run out of your favorite conditioner, not to mention you were low on food.

You didn’t drive to the grocery store either, adding to your struggle. It was only three blocks away, why waste gas? You wouldn’t be struggling much longer though.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” A male voice called out.

You stopped, eyes darting everywhere to find the owner of the voice. It took you a moment until you eventually spotted Clark in front of you, a good distance away.

“Oh, hi Clark!” You placed two of the bags down to give him a large arm wave.

It took him a moment to get to you, and when he did he looked down at your groceries puzzled. “That seems like a lot for one person to carry.”

“Yeah, I tend to bite off more than I can chew.”

“I’ve noticed,” He said with a chuckle. “Do you want some help?”

You shook your head. “No. I couldn’t possibly drag you away from your day off to help me.”

“It wouldn’t be a hassle at all,” He reassured you. “Plus, it’d eat at me all day knowing I left you struggling.”

Knowing he wouldn’t take no for an answer, you let out a sigh, agreeing to his help. He took three of the bags, leaving you with the one bag filled with two bags of chips, three loaves of bread, and two dozen eggs. You tried to hold two bags, make the work even between the two of you, but he insisted. He tried to carry the bag you held as well, but you were adamant you held at least one.

Walking down to your apartment complex, the two of you mainly talked about work. At least you did, and Clark more so listened. This was the first time your heart didn’t start racing as you stood next to him, probably because you wouldn’t shut up about the deadline for your new article. You refused to look up at him, eyes fixed only on what was in front of you. It didn’t take long for the two of you to get to your apartment. You thanked him and told him he could go on with his day, but he insisted he helped you carry the bags up to your apartment.

You were quiet from then on, listening to Clark talk about the building. He lead you all away to your front door, standing patiently for you to unlock your door. Then, it hit you. You noticed his shadow over you as you faced your front door. Your heart quickened a bit, still, you ignored it as you opened your front door.

You speedily guided him to the kitchen to place the groceries down, and just as fast you tried to rush him out. His brows furrowed, confusion written all over his face.

“(Y/N), why are you in such a rush to show me out?”

‘Because I can’t think straight now with you around!’ You thought. Instead, you said to him, “Because I’m tired and I want you to enjoy your day off!”

He didn’t seem to believe you. He stood in front of you, a small frown on his lips. “Do you like me?”

Your eyes widened, mouth left ajar at his question.

“Because sometimes I get the feeling that you don’t like me.”

‘Oh-’ “What- No. I think you’re a great guy Clark.”

“Then why are you always avoiding me?” You didn’t think he had noticed. “Whenever I get close to you, you scurry off, and when you can’t you look uncomfortable.”

Like a child who had just gotten caught, you covered your face, too embarrassed to look at him. You didn’t want to tell him the real reason you were avoiding him, but, you also didn’t want him thinking you disliked him. It was the exact opposite.

“I’m not avoiding you because I don’t like you, Clark,” You said through your hands. You spread apart your fingers so you could look him in the eyes. “I… I avoid you because you’re… you’re so big.”

Now Clark was taken aback, a brow raised. “What?”

With a long exhale, you lowered your hands. “I said, I avoid you because you’re so… so big, and it makes me feel really small, and I can’t think straight.”

“You avoid me because I’m too big, and it makes you feel small, and you can’t think straight?” He repeated.

You nodded.

He was silent for a few seconds, tilting his head to the side. “In a good or bad way?”

“What?”

“In a good or bad way?”

You could feel your face heat up, and it wasn’t the only spot on you beginning to grow warm. Softly, you answered him. “In a good way, I guess.”

Clark took a step closer to you. “So you like the fact that I’m larger than you?”

“Yes, I just-”

“No.” His normally bright blue eyes seemed to darken, his eyes narrowed on you. “I want you to say it.”

You closed your legs closer together, feeling a heat rise in between your thighs. “I like that you’re so much bigger and stronger compared to me.”

Swiftly, Clark scooped you up, hands just beneath your bottom to raise you to his face. With how fast your heart was racing now you were sure he could hear it pounding in your chest. 

You looked into his eyes as you carefully took off his glasses and tossed them onto your couch. Then, you placed a hand on each side of his face and gave him a long soft kiss. He returned the kiss gently, though after a few minutes you could tell he wanted more, his kiss began to grow rough. 

You had wrapped your legs around him to be more comfortable, giving him a better grip on you. He squeezed your ass and in response you let out a soft moan. He lowered you a bit, only enough for you to feel his growing erection against your fully clothed core. He held your hips close, moving you against him for a bit of friction. You whimpered, lowering your head into his chest and gripping his dark grey shirt.

“Clark, please,” You whined.

“Where’s your bedroom?” He asked, voice deeper than usual.

You pulled your head away from his chest, nodding over in the direction of your bedroom. “Second door to the right,”

Almost hurried, he carried you straight to your bedroom. He stopped right at the edge of your bed, letting go and letting you fall back onto your mattresses. He crawled on top of you, placing a knee between your legs. Gently, he peeled away your clothes, tossing them to the side and leaving you in your underwear. He began peppering kisses around your neck, slowly moving down to your collarbone. As he did, his hand crept its way behind your back and undid the clasp on your bra. He pulled away from his kisses to watch your breasts bounce free, eyes fixed on your bare chest. 

Feeling embarrassed, you moved to cover your chest with your hands, but he pinned your hands above your head with one hand.

A low chuckle escaped him. “Aw, are you feeling shy?”

You were about to turn your head away when Clark dipped his head down, capturing your lips again. You could feel his free hand slowly trail up your side, humming as a shiver went down your spine. He cupped your breast firmly, beginning to knead it in his palm.

Small moans left your lips, arching your back, body begging for more. You already knew your panties were wet, and you needed him, but he was still fully clothed. All the while you could feel his denim-covered erection against your thigh.

“Clark,” You groaned against his lips, “It’s not fair.”

He pulled back, brows raised. You struggled to pull your hands free, to no avail.

“You’re still dressed,” You said with a pout.

He gave you an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, how about you take care of that for me?”

He let go of your hands and you eagerly reached for the end of his shirt, pulling it off of him. You almost started drooling seeing him shirtless for the first time. Your hands began to wander around his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. Your hands wandered down further, to the hem of his pants. Just as you were about to reach for his belt, his hand stopped you.

“You’re not ready yet sweetheart,” He warned you. 

“Clark-”

He pressed his mouth against you, silencing you before you could complain. Even though you weren’t allowed to undo his pants, he slid them off with ease and you felt his long hard member pressed against your thigh. You momentarily pulled away to glance down, gasping loudly when you saw his length.

Worried, you looked back up at him. “It’s not going to fit.”

He dipped his head back down to your neck, peppering kisses across your jaw. “That’s why we need to get you ready.”

His hand moved down to your soaked panties, pushing them down so you were completely bare now. Your breathing hitched, feeling him stick in a finger and begin to move it in and out of you slowly. He picked up the pace with his finger, eventually sticking in another and he could already feel your pussy tightening.

You were growing close and he was only fucking you with his fingers. Granted, his hands were larger than yours, so two of his fingers felt much larger than two of your own.

To add on, he lowered himself so his head would be right at your dripping cunt and began sucking on your clit. 

“Ah!” Your hands went straight to his hair and began to tug. You were a mess in his hands.

It didn’t take long for your body to shudder and your hips begin to spasm as you hit your high. Clark licked up your pouring juice, humming at your sweet taste. He looked up at you, two fingers remaining and now scissoring inside of you.

“You know, you really should ask for help if you can’t reach something,” He began. “It’s hard trying to hold back when you reach for things in those tight skirts of yours.”

“Well, now you don’t need to hold back,” You teased.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, grabbing his face with one hand and guiding him back to you. You could taste your juices in the kiss, humming in delight.

He pulled his fingers out, your core aching to be filled again. Luckily, you soon felt his already dripping tip at your entrance. Slowly, he pushed himself into you and you could feel your walls stretch around him. You nearly cried, your body in a mix of pain and pleasure. Your back arched, breasts pressing against Clark’s chest. Your hands gripped his arms as tight as you could, and you were sure you were digging your nails into him.

It was so much. You could feel your eyes water and tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

Clark kissed your forehead, muttered against it, “Just relax.”

He gave a small moment to adjust, noting how your breathing changed when you had gotten used to him. He pushed himself further in though, and you cursed under your breath, body growing tense again. 

Again, he gave you a moment to adjust, despite how painfully tight your walls clamped around him. He pulled out a small amount before pushing back in, bucking his a few times to get you used to him. Eventually, your quiet whimpers turned into small moans.

“M-more,” You breathed out, breath shaky.

Like a switch had been flipped in him, Clark pulled out almost all the way and speared you, no longer as gentle as he had been before. He did this again and again, going a little harder each time at a constant rhythm. Then, with one thrust you shouted his name loudly and your cunt squeezed around his cock.

“Ah! Clark again! Right there, please!” You begged him.

Knowing he had found your g-spot, he pulled out all the way this time and pounded that same spot, earning another cry of pleasure from you. He did this repeatedly now with a faster rhythm, leaving you gasping and clenching with each thrust. With each of your breaths growing ragged, it was clear you were both close to your release. 

You wrapped a leg around his hips to try and bring him closer, and he gripped your thigh harshly. He squeezed it so tightly, you were sure there’d be a faint bruise. 

With a few more thrusts, you shuddered, juices flowing out of you again and around Clark’s cock this time. You swore you heard Clark curse, feeling you squeeze around him and juices cover him. 

His rhythm was growing sloppy, and he pumped in and out of you until he let out a low groan of relief. You took a sharp breath, feeling his warm seed enter you. He continued to buck his hips, riding it out until he finally stopped, breath heavy.

He looked at you with now clear eyes and a smile on his face. “So… Do you need help putting your groceries away?” He asked cheekily.

You giggled. “Only if you don’t put anything important on the top shelf.”

“Why not? I’ll be around to help you now.”

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THIS IS MY WORK! PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ON OTHER SITES/APPS!!!!

Warnings: +18, smut, fingering, hand job, sex in bathroom, language, jealousy, fighting, arguing.

Y/n and Sarah sat quietly on Kie's bed as they waited for Kiara to stop degrading the lavender dress she wore while standing in her large mirror. Mrs. Carrera coming through the door to make sure the girls were all dressed. "This is disgusting."

"I know it's just horrible."

"I'm asking you guys to just relax and go to a fun party."

"I look like a bourgeoisie pig."

"I think you look beautiful," y/n said while shrugging at Kie. She just gave a smile back to her, still hating the look no matter what compliments were given.

"Will you please not worry about socioeconomic injustice for one night?"

"Mom, people not three miles from her have no power, no running water, and we're going to Midsummers."

"That's so tone deaf."

"Y/n," the mother scolded at her niece. "Do you know how hard we had to work to get into the Island club?"

"Yeah, mom. How could I forget? You had to grovel for, like, ten years--"

"Twelve years, and we also had to cough up a huge chunk of dough-"

"To keep up with the Joneses-"

"No, so you had the same experiences that I had as a child."

"But weren't parents as teens out, like partying, getting drunk, making out in the backseats of their cars at drive in movies," the cousin listed while putting her things in its bag. "Getting pregnant."

"That doesn't sound fun," Sarah added.

"Do you girls even know what the Island club is?"

"A factory farm."

"For debutantes," Y/n raised her eyebrows.

"It's a nice place, with nice people where you can do fun stuff."

"With out-of-touch rich people, while the island sinks slowly into the ocean."

"Water filling the poor's destructive lungs while the wealthy ones get away on million dollar boats."

Sarah sat quietly laughing on the comfy blanketed mattress. Mr. Cerrera sighed, saying one last thing before walking out. "Okay, I want you to put on your party face, girls, if you want to live."

"Did your mom just threaten to kill us?"

"Maybe. I think so," she nods as she turned around to the duo, fixing the flower crown that sat on her cousin's head. "You nervous to see Rafe."

"Why did you have to bring that up?"

"I was curious. I know it's only been two days, but-"

"Hey, he broke up with me. So if he wants to talk, that's in his duty. Not mine. I did nothing wrong."

Sarah got off the bed, swinging on it's pole. "Except flirt with JJ, or so he says."

"I was not...flirting with JJ. He has a crush on Kiara. I'd never."

"But Rafe doesn't know that."

°°°°

*flashback*

"What if she doesn't like it?"

"She'll love it. She's hippie."

Y/n and JJ sat on John B's porch, smoking a blunt. The girl was trying to help him do something nice for Kiara so JJ could ask her out without feeling weird. He's liked her for the longest and he was finally ready to tell her how she feels.

"Alright, now practice what you're gonna say."

Just as Y/n finished saying the statement, her own boyfriend, Rafe Cameron showed up. Standing behind them listening in.

"Okay, uh, hey I have to tell you something...uh important," the blonde began speaking, using hand gestures because of his nerves. "I really really like you. Like not like friends like, but I have feelings, uhm, strong feelings for you. Because you're like super hot, andnyou're like a really cool chick. So I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna...go out with me."

"Yes, t-"

"What the hell!"

The manly unknown voice shocked them both, their figures jumping at the sound because they thought they were alone.

"Rafe, what're you doing here?"

Y/n asked confusedly as she stood from the steps. The Kook just scoffed and walked back out. Ignoring her question. She shared a glance with JJ before going to follow after him.

"Hey! Where you going? What's wrong?"

"A pogue!? Y/n, seriously?!"

"What're you talking about?"

"You're cheating on me with a pogue?" He shouted. Y/n scrunched her eyebrows, looking at the unnecessary upset individual.

"What do you mean cheating? I'm not cheating on you. We were just talking."

"Bullshit. That's bullshit! I heard it all."

"Rafe, it's not like that. Jj was just-"

"I should've known better. I should've known," he fumed. His right foot swung to kick the dirt near his truck that he was so very close to getting into.

"Known what?"

"I should've never trusted a pogue. I knew something like this was gonna happen. You were just gonna throw me away like Sarah did, Topper. Right? Huh?"

"You sound ridiculous. I was never throwing you away. I was helping him out."

"Yeah, while you're at it. Might as well help sleep with him too."

Y/n scoffed, taking a step back from the angered boy who's brain had just functioned what he said. Part of him regretted it very much. But the other part thought you deserved it because of his cheating accusation.

He opened his vehicle door. Stepping one foot inside. "We're done."

The girl just laughed with held tears reaching for the openess. She turned around to head back inside as Rafe just drove off.

°°°°

"Hey, no tearing up today. Go to this stupid thing and show him that his little cheating accusation act didn't hurt you at all. You're stronger than that."

"Thanks, Kie."

The girls finished up their last minute touches. That includes sweeping their dresses with roller for no hair, any makeup redos, or hair finishes. The ride to the country club was quiet. Well, y/n was quiet.

This would be her first time seeing Rafe since their break up a three days ago. They've been doing everything in their mighty to avoid each other. And it definitely worked. But like her friend told her, she wasn't gonna get worked up. Letting Rafe see her weak was like telling him he was right about everything. But he wasn't.

"Jesus, Kook land."

"I forgot how packed this thing is every year."

"Well, let's go. I gotta walk out with my family."

The Cameron family walked out with their heads high and the Kook crowd cheered for each one. Y/n kept her eyes gazed to Kiara since they were in the middle of a conversation. Not caring if that family came in or not. That excludes Sarah.

Rafe watched from his spot by his dad, as they exited to outside. Breath hitched when he saw Y/n and her dress. It was a dark toned red, had tulle, and a revealing  chest opening.

A red flower crown on her head, complimenting her beautiful down hair. She looked amazing and hot to Rafe. He had to clear his throat before excusing himself.

"Hey," the red dresses girl heard from beside her as a hand landed on her lower back. She removed it before her eyes retracted to theirs. Kie just pursed her lips before leaving to hangout with Sarah. Y/n internally screaming that she left her there.

"What do you want?"

"Uh, you look nice."

"Okay. Thanks. You don't too. What do you want?"

"Nothing. Just saying hi."

"Bye."

"Wait, wait, wait. Why are you mad at me? Shouldn't I be the mad one here?"

"Why?"

"Because of what you did," he said with furrowed eyebrows. Y/n shrugged.

"I didn't do anything."

"Do- do you not remember what happened on the cut three days ago? The fight."

"You slut shaming me and accusing me of cheating with JJ. That? Yeah, I remember that."

"Accused? I heard you."

"Heard what exactly?"

"JJ, was telling you he liked you and thought you were a cool hippie chick, which you are not. You're not hippie. And then he asked you out and you said yes. As soon as I walked in."

Y/n stared at him blankly. Before bursting out laughing. A few guests behind them staring with a look that showed they weren't used to loud talkers or laugher. "Oh my god. You thought? Jesus that's absolutely hilarious."

"What is?"

"That you think- you think that JJ was confessing feelings to me. Whew that's rich."

"I heard it, Y/n."

"He wasn't confessing anything to me you shit head. He was practicing for when he asked out Kiara."

Rafe was confused. Majorly. Inside and out. "But she-"

"He likes Kiara. And she's my cousin. You think I'd really hurt anyone like that? How low of me do you think? Have fun at this party."

Y/n walked off to go look for her disappeared friends. Not wanting to spend another second in a spot with someone who was so rude over something he knew nothing about. Just assumed. Never asked.

As she walked down the corridors of the porch that many people stood on drinking, a hand grabbed her shoulder, turning her around. Her eyes fixated on the blonde in a black tux and a bow tie.

"Holy shit, JJ. You scared me. What're you doing here?" She asked as she hugged him.

"Well, Sarah somehow convinced her dad to let me in tonight to hangout with Kie."

"Have you seen her?"

"I was just looking for her myself. C'mon. She's probably inside."

She grabbed his hand. Pulling him inside. They found Kie just minutes later with Pope. He was working the grill with his dad. Sarah was getting raided by Topper about their own stupid shit. Y/n decided to go get herself a drink and maybe find someone to dance with.

The straw rested on her lips as she stood against the porch railing. Gazing over all the people who say around laughing, probably bragging about their money, summer vacations, their older kids getting into a good college. Typical kook things.

Her eyes focused on a specific couple talking off to the side. Her eyes burning a whole in the back of Rafe's head as he tried to flirt up a storm with some Kook she didn't know whatsoever.

Her body was fuming. Was Rafe really gonna sit in front of her and flirt with a whole other girl that isn't her. Just a few days after their breakup. It's like he's trying to play victim. And she's had it.

"Hey, Sancho. Lassie."

The brunette Rafe was talking up a storm to laughed. "I'm sorry who are you?"

"Oh, you gonna introduce me to your side piece here?"

"Would you stop? We're just talking."

"Talking? Yeah, okay," Y/n laughed. The girl just looked at her dazed. "Hi, I'm his girlfriend. Y/n. And you, yeah you're excused."

Rafe was truly enjoying this scene. Internally rooting for Y/n. He wasn't gonna object to that fact that she called herself his girlfriend. Because now that he knew the truth, it changed his perspective.

"Who do you think you are?"

"I already told you. Wh- can you not hear correctly?"

"He said he was single so, why-"

"He lied. So, you can go away now- Rafe. Let's go. We need to talk."

"What're you his mother now?" The rando questioned. Y/n turned to her and gripped her face.

"If you wanna keep these teeth, then I suggest you stop talking. Go find somebody else's boyfriend to mack on."

She dragged Rafe by his hand into the upstairs private bathroom. Locking the door behind her. "What're you doing?"

"Just having a friendly conversation. There a problem?"

"You were flirting, Rafe. That was flirting," she paced. Hand against her for head.

"Like you're any better. You lied to me."

"I've never lied about anything."

"You said JJ liked Kiara."

"Yeah. He does."

"Then why is he holding your hand, hugging you, and leaving inside with you instead of the girl he supposedly likes," Rafe argued. Gripping onto the large counter.

"Rafe, I grabbed his hand and brought him inside to find Kiara. And I hugged him because I was happy for my friend. God, Rafe how many times do I have to tell you that I am not cheating on you."

"It's kind of hard to believe that shit when I keep seeing things with my own eyes."

"Then stop assuming and come ask me. Jesus, do you not trust me or something. Because I trust you. Anytime I hear that you're at a party doing lines with hot blonde's next to you, I brush it off because I know you'd never. Why can't you just do that for me."

Rafe stood from his seat. Pinching the bridge of nose. The guilty conscience grazed through his mind as he listened to her words. He had issues with trust and with others, but he knew it wasn't a reason to take it out on the only person who's loved him for him.

"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. You're right. I should trust you. Just like you trust me. I'll work on it. I promise."

"Don't promise me that. Just show me that you love me just as much."

The words clicked. He did love her. And he cared about her. More than anyone in this world. And he wanted to show her. In the most physical way possible.

"C'mere."

"Why?"

"Just c'mere," he repeated as he grabbed her by her waist, pulling her closer to him. She stumbled, but Rafe's grip kept her in place. He moved his face closer to hers, lips almost touching as they grazed against each other.

He used the hand placed on her waist to grip the fabric of her dress. Pulling it upwards. Her breath hitched as he hand snaked under the red tulle and right onto her now soaking core. His pointy finger swept across the waistband of her panties.

Y/n wasn't expecting this as the outcome from their miniature argument but she wasn't complaining. And neither was Rafe.

He pushed her underwear down as much as he could from their position, before going back to her walls and making circular motions. Rafe finally closer the space, kissing her lips practically roughly as he continued rubbing her.

He kept a firm hand on her waist to make sure she had a gripping support if he legs gave out, which they indeed will. The motions stopped as Y/n pulled her lips away from his. Rafe stared at her daring eyes, questioning if she wanted his to continue.

"Put them inside me," she whispered. The Cameron smirked before obliging to her demand. He stuck to fingers into her wet cunt. A soft moan escaped her lips as he did so. Pumping them in and out of her. Y/n rubbed her hand against the erection in his dress pants.

"You like that, yeah?"

She nodded as the locked her lips. Not being able to speak because knowing if she did, she let out a loud moan and even at this club would hear.

She unbuckled his pants, putting her handninside to grip his penis and pump it as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The hand he held to her waist was now gripped on her neck, gently. Y/n clenched around his fingers. Feeling her high come close. "Dont stop."

Rafe began pumping faster just as Y/n did so. The teens were so horny that they were both already reaching their extent. Rafe's shaft twitched in her hand. "I'm cumming."

"Do it for me."

That's all it took for Y/n to finish. And Rafe too. His liquids filling her hands as they both let out moans due to their intense actions. In one swift motion, Rafe snaked a hand around Y/n's waist turning then so she was against the counter. Her pulled the straps of her dress of her shoulders, leaving kisses as he did so before connecting his lips to hers.

Her pulled his tuxedo jacket off him. Snapping the bowtie off as well. Y/n moaned at the tluchnof his hands on her breast. Massaging them in his hands over the fabric of her strapless bra.

Y/n unbuttoned the spots on his shirt before pulling it off his shoulders and onto the floor. Rafe stop his gripping motions and pulled down his pants and boxers. He sat her up on the counter. Her bare ass connecting to the coldness of the marble designed setting.

Rafe rubbed his tip against her fold once or twice before pushing himself into her. Not giving a warning, but Y/n loved the suddeness. Y/n let a moan into his next as he began thrusting his hips. The girl gripping her black painted nails into his back.

Rafe's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Enjoying the feelings of Y/n's cunt wrapped around him.

"You like that?"

"Yes, god yes."

Y/n sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Each moan and huff she exposed in his earn make his whole body shiver. Rafe let out a grunt before answering. She clenched her walls around his dick. The dirty blonde groaned slamming into her body. "Do it again."

She did so. Clenching around around the boy as he slammed into her again. This time, hitting the spot that made her whole body go insane. "Tell me I'm yours."

"You're mine."

A moan escaped her lips after he said what she had wanted. Her hand smacked down onto the edge of the sinks counter. Grilling onto it for dear life. "Tell me it again."

The feeling of her finishing was fastly approaching. As well as for Rafe. The moans she let out made his go over the edge as he fucked her hard. "Tell me, Rafe."

"You're fucking mine, ah-"

Each of them let out a loud moan as they finished. Covering each others mouths. There shouldn't be anyone upstairs but for precautions they covered either way.

Rafe's head fell forward onto her chest. Taking large breaths as y/n did too. "Shit, y/n."

The Cameron pulled out of her. Helping her get redressed and cleaned just after he did himself.

"You're still on the pill right?" He asked as he zipped his pants.

"Yeah. It's fine," she smiled up at his 6'4 figure. Rafe reached down to kiss her passionately.

"I love you, Y/n."

"I love you, too."

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Roxy's Record Store (Part 3)

This part is fluffy! Spesh the ending. Maybe there will be one more part???

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“Hmmm…” The producer mumbled to Harry as he listened to demos of a few songs through some headphones. After a few minutes he removed the headset and cleared his throat, “What writers are you working with?”

“S’mainly me and a friend of mine, actually. No one from the studio.” He informed the man, who’s eyebrows shot up.

“Well, this is very promising stuff, Harry. You’ve got a way with words. Can’t wait to get some more layers onto these songs. I think they can become something great.” The man said hopefully.

“Thank you.” Harry tried to hold back his smile.

“I want to see the finished EP by the new year, Harry. I think this could be really good.”

“You will have it, thank you.” He smiled and was soon left alone in the studio and sighing in relief. “Fuck yes!” He sighed happily to himself.

*******

“You’re doing it wrong.” Y/N sniggered as she watched Harry try to help her figure out this new editing software on her computer for the podcast.

“Hey, you asked me for help, which means you don’t know. So shush.” He said as he messed around with it.

“How’d your meeting with the producer go?” She asked.

“Really well, actually. He likes my stuff a lot. Said it’s very promising.” He informed as he messed around with the functions.

“That’s amazing, I’m proud of you.” She said with excitement and he smiled, “Look, look, look, you’re splicing into the content…” she said and he frowned.

“I’m not! Why is it doing it on its own?” He questioned in confusion.

“Harry! I need that last bit!” She cried out in horror.

“How do you stop or undo?”

“I don’t know! That’s why I asked for help!” She exclaimed nervously and he just hit command + Q to close out the program and then the little box popped up asking if he wished to save the changes he made and he put no and closed it down.

“There you go.” He turned to her with a nervous smile and she shook her head.

“Nearly died for a second there…” she sighed in relief.

“Me too.” He chuckled in relief.

“Well, should we maybe grab some lunch?” She asked.

“Yeah, m’starving.” He expressed.

“Okay, let me get changed real quick!” She said and hurried off. When she came back she was in a white sun dress and some sneakers and on her head rested a floppy beach hat with sunflowers crocheted into the hat’s body. He couldn’t help but smile at her as she zoomed around for her purse, “Should we bring it back or eat there?”

“Let’s eat there. Wherever it is.” he said and she smiled and soon they were walking off to the little street of restaurants about two blocks from her street.

Y/N was particularly cheerful today and he didn’t know why; he wished she would tell him everything. He wanted to know everything there was to her. She was a little sunflower, he decided. It seemed that she was just getting bigger and happier and it was wonderful to see. All of his thoughts seemed to orbit around her. She was it, the grand masterpiece in the gallery of his mind and he didn’t mind it one bit. They finally decided on some salad bar and were soon sitting outside in the warmth of the sun eating their food.

“So, Thanksgiving is next week.” She informed.

“It is…”

“Do you have any plans?”

“Not really.” He shrugged before eating. Last year he had been dating someone and gone to theirs for the holiday and well, obviously that ended. He tended to not really do anything those days, just prepare for black friday at Roxy’s.

“Well, I was thinking we can all come over to mine and just have a chill night, you know?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” He responded.

“We can dress fancy.” She smiled before taking another bite.

“You always dress fancy.” He chuckled and she shrugged.

“It’s fun.” She said simply.

“Well you let me know what I should bring.” He said and she smiled.

“Do you cook?”

“Yeah, a little.” He informed proudly.

“Bring your best dish then.” She shrugged and he smiled and nodded.

*********

Harry and Y/N were not sure why they were currently sitting in the living room waiting for Sarah to come in. They heard some clanging around in the kitchen and Y/N turned to Harry in concern.

“You alright in there?” She called.

“Yes, just a minute!” She shouted back and Y/N bit her lip nervously.

“Do you think they’re engaged?” Y/N whispered to Harry.

“No way, I would’ve known.” He responded. He, Mitch, and Sarah all shared a little house in the North Hollywood area. If anything big had happened he would’ve known.

“This is putting me on edge.” She whispered and soon Mitch came out, shaking his head as he tried to stifle some laughter. He ended up sitting on the arm of the sofa, waiting for Sarah. Soon, she was coming out with a box of cake and setting it down before Harry and Y/N and he moved over to her side.

“OK, go on. Look inside.” She said and Harry leaned forward and opened it up. Y/N also leaned forward.

“Will you be my?” Y/N read aloud in question and then they were handed a picture frame with a sonogram and little note that said “godparents?”

“Oh my god.” Y/N whispered, her eyes tearing up as she hurried to hug Sarah. In Harry’s mind it was still processing and suddenly he was hugging Mitch, laughing in joy and expressing his congratulations.

“You guys! Since when?” Y/N asked and Sarah sighed.

“I confirmed it like a month ago. I’m four months now.” She disclosed and Y/N squealed in excitement.

“Wow! I’m so happy for you guys!” She was tearing up all over again, “And of course I’ll be the little baby’s godmother!” She said dabbing at her eyes gently.

“I will too.” Harry smiled brightly, “This is amazing.” He chuckled before hugging Sarah tight. Harry and Sarah had gone to college together in England and when she made the move out to Berklee, where she met Y/N, Mitch, and Niall. Harry followed when Sarah moved to America, except he lived in New York for a while and then moved to LA, bought Roxy’s, and then Sarah moved in with him when she found a job out here. She brought Mitch with her from Berklee and once her podcast blew up, Y/N joined them. They had their own sort of little family and it was only getting bigger. Things were perfect.

“What are we naming the baby?” She asked excitedly.

“Umm, you mean us?” Mitch laughed.

“This is a collaborative effort, right H?” She said elbowing Harry lightly. That was a nice little nickname.

“Sure.” He chuckled in amusement.

“I mean, as the godparents we have to have some pull in this.” She bargained. And so they ate cake and just talked about this new and exciting chapter in Mitch and Sarah’s life.

*********

“Niall!” Y/N hummed and hugged him tight as he hurried into her home.

“Hey gorgeous!” He sang happily, “You’re a vision!” He flirted and she grinned bashfully. She was wearing a beautiful, baby blue, tulle gown. It actually looked like a vintage prom dress. She had found it at a random estate sale and decided to keep it, “I just brought a pie. S’not homemade, I can’t cook for shit but I was told that the COSTCO one is the best.”

“Ooh, I didn’t know you had a membership, I’ll need to borrow it sometime.” She hummed as she took the pie from his hands.

“I didn’t. I paid $60 bloody dollars to be able to even buy the pie. I’m cancelling it next week.” He said and she laughed.

“That’s not how that works, but thank you for this pie.” She said before heading into the kitchen. This was a fancy Thanksgiving dinner, Y/N had made a delicious vegetable medley and roasted two chickens to sort of keep in the tradition of the holiday. Her house was bursting with some lovely, funk music that had Niall dancing a bit as he greeted Mitch and Sarah who were picking games to play. The only one who was yet to show was Harry.

Harry was in a bit of a rush. She had said it was fancy dress, so he had gone searching high and low until he found something. It was a suede suit and it was baby blue. Very colorful and out of the box, he was sure it was a woman’s suit, but when he tried it on it fit him perfectly and he felt good about himself. He felt like he was going to a prom almost. He had to have it. And once he had made that purchase early Thursday morning he was using the afternoon to finish cooking a beef Wellington and a shepherd’s pie for Sarah who had begged him to bring it along. He hurried out of his car, he was a few minutes late, but better late than never. He rang the doorbell with his elbow and waited.

“Someone get that, it’s probably Harry!” Y/N shouted from her bedroom as she spritzed on a little perfume. Was she doing this for him? Maybe. She hurried down as she heard some commotion and when they saw each other they just grinned widely.

“Oh my god, you guys match!” Mitch cackled and Y/N furrowed her brows.

“This color is very in! And Harry, you look amazing!” She said happily, going to help him with one of the items he was holding.

“Thanks, you too.” He hummed. Mitch was still very amused at their coincidentally matching outfits as they headed to the kitchen to set his contributions down.

“You look marvelous!” She squealed happily, “Where did you find this number?” She asked and he chuckled.

“Ummm, thrift shop this morning. I was desperate.” He said and she smiled.

“Well it suits you.” She complimented.

“Thank you.” He smiled down at the ground bashfully, “And you look…pretty breathtaking.” He finished as he took in the look.

“Thanks, H.” She whispered timidly. There was a little tension between them right now and he stepped a bit closer to her and then Niall was hurrying into the kitchen to see what Mitch was talking about. He also laughed and insisted they take a picture in that cheesy prom pose. So soon they were against a plain wall and his strong arms were hugged around her waist from behind and her hands rested over his. Niall was laughing continuously as he snapped the picture and was soon showing it to them before hurrying off to show Mitch.

“We should eat.” She said and he nodded in agreement.

Dinner was going amazing, Sarah was eating for two and Mitch was doting on her all night. Niall was being the life of the party, as he usually was, and then there were Y/N and Harry. Participating in conversation, but not forgetting to just steal glances and timid smiles as the night went on. As they played games and even as they did a little impromptu dance. And as the evening progressed Mitch and Sarah headed out, mama needed her rest. Niall helped straighten things out a bit before he also headed out. Harry finished washing some dishes while Y/N grabbed things from the dining room.

“Do you want me to wash these too?” He asked as she set them down beside the sink.

“Nah, I’ll do it tomorrow.” She said and he dried off his hands. She had started shutting some containers of left overs that had been too hot to cover previously. Suddenly “The Touch of Your Lips” started playing through the speaker and Y/N smiled, humming along with Chet Baker, “This is gonna be my wedding song.” She said softly and Harry felt his heart flutter at this peek into her mind.

“It’s a good one.” He said as he came to stand beside her and she smiled up at him.

“It does look like we went to the prom together.” She giggled and he did as well.

“Let’s complete that vision.” He said extending his hand out to her and she smiled and left the containers and let him pull her close as they swayed to the music together.

The things they felt for each other were burning fiercely between them. They hadn’t kissed since the night of Roxy’s anniversary event. She was looking into his eyes watching him debate whether he should or shouldn’t make a move and then he finally went for it and their lips finally met softly as they continued swaying in her kitchen. Their kiss got more eager as the seconds passed. She was being hoisted onto the counter as they smiled against each other before kissing again. It was a deep and hungry kiss, filled with longing as he held her face gently and her legs squeezed around his sides as he stood between them. She was completely lost in him in this moment. His touch, his cologne, his lips… everything about this moment was perfect. Even as the song faded out and became another. It’s almost as if they had been making up for lost time.

“God, I’ve been wanting to kiss you for so long.” She confessed breathlessly against his lips and he hummed.

“Fuck, me too.” He whispered as his lips trailed down her jaw, making her skin covered in goosebumps. Lips swollen and a little wet as he worked down to her neck, slightly digging in his teeth and sucking before smoothing over the spot with his tongue. His hands slid down her body slowly until they were resting on her dress-covered thighs, squeezing a bit when her fingers wove into his hair, tugging just a bit at the anticipation. The soft groan that left his mouth made her melt.

“Harry.” She whimpered, calling him back to her. Their eyes met, there was nothing to hide how desperately needy they were for each other. In seconds he was lifting her off the counter and they were plopping down onto the couch. He helped her settled into his lap, guiding her hips as she ground down into his lap, feeling him right up against her through his trousers, “Fuck, baby.” She panted against his lips and he started feeling that he was completely losing his cool. He wanted her so bad, he didn’t want to stop. He couldn’t; as her lips moved against the hinge of his jaw. The doorbell ringing startled them apart and she sighed before hurrying off of him and heading to the door.

What was he doing? He wasn’t thinking clearly. He was in no position to drag Y/N into something with him as much as he liked her. He needed to keep this in the box of friendship, this was too much. He heard her chatting from his spot on the couch and he just stood and took a few deep breaths before adjusting himself a bit and grabbing his phone and wallet from their spot on the coffee table, he’d left them there when they started playing games earlier. He started slipping into his jacket when he heard the door close and turned around to see Y/N coming back over, fully entertained with a little cellophane bag in her hands.

“It was my neighbor. Look, she made these little hot chocolate bombs! They’re so cute!” She smiled and looked up at him from the bag, her eyebrows arching up upon seeing him ready to go.

“I think I should go.” He said and she bit on her lip for a second and nodded.

“Right, it’s a bit late.” She said as she walked with him to the entrance, “Do you have a busy day tomorrow at the store?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, it’s all hands on deck.” He explained and she nodded in understanding.

“Well, thanks for coming. I hope you had a good time.” She said and he nodded.

“I definitely did, thank you.” He assured with a smile.

“Alright then, I’ll see you around.” she said and went to hug him and give him one last kiss, but he turned his head at the last second and she planted it on the corner of his mouth.

“See ya’.” He smiled before hurrying off of her front door steps and to his car across the street.

She closed the door and felt her eyes welling up. She felt stupid. Had she done something wrong to have him just bail out of no where? Maybe he regretted kissing her? But then again, he said he had been wanting to for a while. She started getting a little upset with herself for getting upset at his rejection. That could only mean one thing… she liked him. She liked him a lot.

“Fuck me…” she groaned and just trudged up to her bedroom.

*******

She had definitely done something wrong because Harry hadn’t spoken to her since Thursday night. Since then they’d gone and had dinner as a group and he didn’t say a single thing to her. She was once again spending most of her time with Niall and working on her podcast tirelessly. Things were going really well, she was lined up to meet with a few producers and sponsors, she needed to share the news with someone; she had hoped it was Harry, but whatever.

Y/N was sad and irritated that he had so much sway on her mood. That wasn’t right. What had he done to earn a spot like that in her life? In her heart? Nothing. She had allowed herself to start falling for him and he ended up being just as crappy as any guy.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Niall said suddenly and she forgot she wasn’t alone, “What’s the matter?” He frowned as he wiped her tears and she sighed.

“Sorry, m’a freaking mess.” She shook her head.

“Don’t apologize for feeling shitty, love.” He said before hugging her and she sighed.

“I think I like Harry and he just…doesn’t like me back? I mean I thought he did and now he won’t even talk to me.” She explained, “I learned that we’re very similar and I don’t know, we had a good thing going. I don’t know what I did wrong.”

“Oh Y/N, m’sure you didn’t do anything wrong. Are you still up for going out with everyone later?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, I am. Don’t want to be a party pooper.”

“Go on, get all dolled up and show the fool what he’s missing.” Niall said and she huffed before rolling out of her bed and heading to the bathroom to start on some makeup.

Y/N looked great, she felt great. Niall was hyping her up to the heavens and she was coming into the little rooftop restaurant with her arm looped around his feeling more than beautiful as they walked up to their friends and then she spotted Harry saying something quietly to a girl beside him. She looked good too. She kind of looked like her?

“Hey, finally!” Sarah announced her and Niall’s arrival and Harry looked up to her. Their eyes met for a moment and dropped when she saw his hand on this girl’s thigh before she focused on greeting Mitch and Sarah cheerfully instead. What the actual fuck? She walked up to Harry and just stood there for a second before he hugged her briefly, she didn’t even say anything.

“This is Estella.” He said introducing the girl and Y/N just shook her hand before sitting down next to Niall, who looked at her with concern.

“I don’t want to be here anymore.” She said quietly and Niall fully understood. She tried chatting and being a part of the moment but she either focused on the conversation and contributing to it or poured all her efforts into trying not to look so disappointed. Niall kept a reassuring hand on her knee. This was a disaster.

*******

Harry hated the look in Y/N’s eyes. She looked like she was not here and it killed him for doing this to her. When he hugged her he had been stiff as hell because she smelled amazing and he wanted nothing more than to bury his face in her neck and kiss her until she was giggling. And then there was Niall. Why was he holding on to her leg like that? He then berated himself for getting jealous when in fact, he was the one that had brought a date to this dinner. Watching Niall just be attentive to her through the night made his stomach turn in on itself. Why was he so afraid? He was trying to distract himself from her and it was stupid and childish. He knew that, so why was he doing this?

“You good?” Estella asked quietly, he hadn’t realized that he was completely zoned in on Y/N for however long he was working through his thoughts.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry.” He mumbled quietly. His eyes took one last glance at her and she happened to also be looking at him, and just for a moment she acknowledged him and it made his body feel like it was in a frenzy of joy until she looked back to Niall as he spoke, kind of like that time they kissed at Roxy’s anniversary party. She was focused on his face and he could just see them kissing at the end of the night.

*******

“So what’s the new song?” Mitch asked as they sat down in the living room to go over this before they laid down the track at the studio the next day. The production on his EP was starting and he was pretty set on his track list. This was one of the new ones he had written about Y/N, but Mitch didn’t need to know that.

“It’s called Sunflower, Vol. 6.”

“Six?!” Mitch asked in shock.

“It went through a lot of re-working over the last few weeks, OK? I just finished it last night.” He explained.

“Let’s hear it.” He said and Harry plucked a little staccato melody on his guitar before, “Sunflower, my eyes want you more than a melody. Let me inside, wish I could get to know you. Sunflowers sometimes keep it sweet in your memory. I was just tongue-tied. I don’t wanna make you feel bad but I’ve been trying hard not to talk to you, my sunflower. Sunflower. I couldn’t want you any more. Kiss in the kitchen like it’s a dance floor. I couldn’t want you any more tonight…” and he went on and Mitch was smiling as he heard the song progress. “And then at the end I want this like instrumental of like…” and he played a rough version of the little solo in the outro, “And just keep it light and fun, you know? And that’s it.” He finished, waiting for Mitch to say something.

“Who are you in love with?” Mitch smiled.

“What?” Harry scoffed, “No one! It’s just a song.”

“You called whoever is on the receiving end of this your sunflower. That’s cute. Might steal that.”

“No way, I came up with it.”

“If it’s not for anyone then you don’t need it.” Mitch said smugly and Harry rolled his eyes, “I really like it. Did you send it over to the guys to start thinking something up?” Harry nodded, “Sick. And what about the one you won’t show me?”

“What?”

“The song you won’t show me. Or anyone for that matter…”

“I don’t know if I want it on the EP.”

“Is it any good?”

“Yes… so fucking good. I even know what I want it to sound like, but it’s just… it’s too personal.” He explained and Mitch sighed.

“Look man, what music is not personal?” Mitch challenged and Harry sighed, “Look, just play it at the studio, I’ll be in the box. Just see how it feels to get it out and maybe that’ll help you decided whether it stays off the track list.”

“Yeah, I’ll think about it.”

And he did play it and everyone loved it. The production team had some ideas of how to make the song more lively and full. All week they were holed up in the studio working on finalizing this EP.

**********

Y/N had wandered off to Roxy’s after having a grueling day editing the podcast. It was getting so big that it was taking over even her day-job schedule. She was doing so well though, she could quit her job if she wanted to at this point. Despite Harry not talking to her for almost three weeks now she felt that Roxy’s was kind of her comfort place. Besides, he was in the studio for the last week working on his EP, which according to Mitch, Sarah, and even Niall, was really coming along. He was helping with some background vocals and sound engineering since he worked at the studio. And well, Mitch was helping out with the process and even Sarah was delving in. She had yet to hear him sing something other than random little hums here and there and she was a little jealous that everyone was hearing him and his music. He was letting them in, but not her. Maybe things between them hadn’t really changed after all. She stepped into Roxy’s earphones in and blasting as she perused through the selection of records. She stepped out of the little section she was in and nearly bumped into Harry. Both of their eyes went wide and she quickly pulled out her earphones.

���What’re you doing here?”

“I thought you were in the studio all week?” They asked each other at the same time.

“Ummm, I took some time off today. Was kind of losing the vision.” He explained and she nodded.

“Everything’s sounding really good, I hear.” She said softly and he nodded.

“Yeah, I’m pretty pleased with everything so far.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Cool.” She hummed and they stood there in silence for a second. Harry was trying to work up the nerve to apologize to her for how he’d been treating her, “How’s ummm…” her brows furrowed, “Estella!” She snapped her fingers, “That’s her name right?” She asked and Harry wanted to cry at this. Why had he even gone out with her?

“Ummm, yeah. That was her name. But ummm, it was a one and done.”

“Classy.” She hummed through a chuckle.

“Oh my god, not like that.” He emphasized and she smiled, “She actually lives down the street from me but we met through a dating app.” He explained.

“You’re not making it sound any better.” Y/N giggled and he smiled, how he missed that sound.

“Well, whatever. The point is that it was just one date. I also didn’t want to go out with her alone… so I decided to bring her to a friend thing so that she’d get the hint. She was like… dropping by all the time and shit.”

“Must be nice to be in high demand.”

“Not really.” He huffed through a chuckle, “What made you come in?” He asked.

“Just a long day, needed some retail therapy and I really like it here.” She explained and he nodded. How easy was this? They hadn’t properly spoken in weeks and somehow they had fallen back into a conversation like it was nothing? Had she been the one ignoring him Harry would’ve not spoken to her until she did some serious groveling. It also wasn’t lost on him that she said she liked being in his shop. Was it because it reminded her of him? Was it just a comforting vibe? He hoped so.

“I’m glad that you like it here.” He said with a smile, “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, just new producers, the new editing software, I’m still kind of bad at it so things take longer…I just needed a break.” she elaborated and he nodded in understanding.

“Well, is there anything I can help you find?” He asked with a smile and she bit her lip before glancing up at him.

“Why did you stop talking to me?” She asked instead and his smile dropped. His eyes met her expectant gaze and he sighed.

“Y/N-”

“If I did something to offed you or-”

“No, no it wasn’t that.” He assured, “I just feel like…things were starting to get complicated.” He said and she frowned.

“Okay…Well, I think that I was doing well in keeping things friendly with you.” She was trying to remind him that he was the one that had kissed her. Twice already!

“You did! It was me… you’re just… pretty and I got carried away, OK?” She thought that it was deeper than that for him. It was for her. Despite what he had just said they were crashing into the tall shelves as their lips molded together hungrily. It hurt so much, but she liked him so much that even this little bit of affection she was getting from him was making her feel great right now. His teeth dug into her bottom lip making her moan as his hands roamed her body slowly and intentionally. Her hold around his neck tightened a bit as all the air left her lungs. Harry was also fighting the urge to take this further, he wanted her. He cared about her. Despite that he pulled back panting, “Maybe we should stop before we end up doing something regrettable.” He whispered and she felt her heart sink even more. She wouldn’t regret anything with him.

“Right.” She said quietly, letting go and turning to walk away. He groaned at his phrasing. He wasn’t very good at saying things without music.

“Wait, I don’t mean regrettable.” he said rushing before her and she glanced up into his eyes.

“M’sorry for making it so hard for you.” Her voice came out in a sarcastic whisper as she tried to mask the sting of his words. She just walked past him and towards the door to leave.

“Y/N.” He followed after her and she sighed before turning around.

“What?” She asked tiredly and he just looked into her eyes. There was so much information swimming in his gaze and despite that he said nothing and she just let out a sigh before walking out of his store.

********

Now she was the one that wasn’t talking to him. She only hung out with Mitch, Sarah, and Niall. She wanted nothing to do with him. He had hurt her feelings badly and it irritated her to no end that she was still preoccupied with him. She liked him. A lot. Of course she wanted to talk and know more of him, but how much more of this could she handle? Her pride was down in the dumps and if anything, she just wanted to try one more thing, as a suggestion from Sarah actually, before she completely gave up on him. She was calling and his phone was ringing… she was waiting anxiously for anything.

“Hello?” He finally answered.

“Hey Harry, it’s Y/N.” She said.

“Yeah, I know. How’re you?” He asked and she bit her lip.

“I’m alright, I had a question for you.” She started and sighed, “So, we’re doing an episode for the podcast highlighting women in punk rock and I was wondering if you wanted to be part of it?” She asked and he cleared his throat.

“Me?”

“Yeah. Ummm, I had originally asked Sarah, considering she’s a total bad ass, but she’s got a check up to see how things are going with the baby. She actually suggested I ask you to take her place and I was wondering if you would?”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, she said you’re very passionate about this.”

“You want me on the podcast?”

“Yeah. I trust Sarah and I trust you.” She said the last bit and he couldn’t help but smile when he heard that, “Can I count you in?”

“Ummm, yeah. I would love to help.”

“Awesome, thank you! So we’re going to be working with Corin Tucker from-”

“Sleater-Kinney.” He finished and she smiled.

“Yeah.”

“No fucking way.”

“I know, I can’t believe it either. But umm, we’re gonna be interviewing her and that’ll go on YouTube. But it’ll be the basis of the episode.”

“OK when is that happening?”

“Next week. I know kit’s short notice, but Sarah knew for a few months, she was prepping for it and then the baby…”

“I’ll ask for her questions and notes. Do you need help with the playlist?”

“Ummm, yeah, actually.”

“I can work on that too.”

“It’s OK, know you’re busy with your music too.”

“I need a creative break, s’cool.”

“Alright then, I’ll ummm, send you the login for the spotify. Thank you for agreeing to help with this. I can’t wait to see what you’re gonna bring to the table.” She said honestly.

“Can’t wait either, we’ll talk soon.” He smiled into the phone.

“Yeah, talk soon. Bye.”

**********

The interview with Corin had gone incredibly well. Who knew Harry was so well versed in the riot grrrl movement? Between the two of them, they had brought much depth to their thirty minutes with Corin that she had even said she’d love to collaborate with her again. Once Corin had gone Y/N started tearing down her equipment from the little set they had used. She felt really good and was more than excited to get to record the actual podcast now. Harry was still quiet as he started unhooking the microphones.

“You alright?” She asked glancing back at him and he smiled.

“Yeah, m’really good.” He responded, “I get why you’re always talking about the bleeding podcast now. And why you know so much shit about shit.” He said and she smiled.

“Yeah, I can’t really just record myself blabbering nonsense. This requires doing tons of research. It’s a lot of work, so you can understand why it’s so exciting when people talk about it and it’s doing well.” She expressed as she took down one of the set lights.

“I see that now. I think if you weren’t on the radar before you will be after this episode. And not just because I’m on it.” He said with a grin as he took down the camera and she laughed.

“Right. Well, you did really well today, Harry.” She assured with a smile.

“Thanks, I enjoyed this.” He assured as he started packing her camera up. They finished packing up and soon he was helping her in carrying her equipment to her car and finally he shut her trunk and she sighed.

“I really appreciate you doing this for me, Harry. Thank you.” She smiled and he nodded.

“It was no problem. I had a really good time today.” He reiterated.

“Good, I’m glad. I’ll contact you about the podcast recording.” She said and he nodded before she opened her arms to hug him. Being in his hold was nice; her heart still hurt from all the back and forth he tended to put her through. That’s why when his hands came up and gently held her face to kiss her she turned her head to the side. Her eyes shut tight as Harry’s soft lips landed on her cheek instead. There were no words to describe the way that Harry’s chest felt like it was crumbling up awfully at the rejected affection.

“Sorry. But considering how things have turned kind of crappy after every other time we’ve kissed, I’d rather not do it again.” She said softly and he nodded.

“Right.” He hummed with a little smile.

“I enjoy your company too much to let things get weird again is all.” She admitted.

“Yeah, better not complicate the dynamic.” He said and she nodded. He was a complication all on his own. It was infuriating.

*************

“I hear it went well with Harry.” Sarah said as she stepped into Y/N’s house.

“Yeah, actually. Things really flowed for the interview and the podcast.” She said as she brought Sarah a bowl of pasta. She had a very specific craving for some pasta Y/N made and was now here for that. They sat down and started eating before Sarah cleared her throat. “Y’know, he cannot shut up about it. He had a lot of fun.”

“That’s cute.” Y/N smiled to herself.

“It’s endearing, I’ve rarely seen him like this. You guys seem good right now.”

“Yeah, we are.” She said after she finished chewing.

“When you’re not he’s in a proper mood.” Sarah informed, “The back and forth really seems to get to him more than it used to.” She said and Y/N scoffed.

“You’re telling me…” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Sarah asked.

“S’nothing…never mind.” She mumbled.

“Tell me.” Sarah insisted.

“I can’t… or won’t.” She said nervously.

“Y/N… what’s going on?” She asked.

“Literally, nothing.”

“Doesn’t seem like it…”

“Yeah, it doesn’t, but apparently it is nothing.” Y/N muttered in annoyance.

“You like him! You like Harry!” Sarah chuckled in excitement.

“No. He is infuriating, as always.”

“He is, but that doesn’t mean he’s not likable…”

“He…kissed me-”

“What?!” Sarah interrupted.

“Several times now.”

“I’m…”

“Yeah. All the back and forth is on him. He does it and he gets all weird with me and stops talking to me… it’s a mess and as much as I think he’s great, I’m over the back and forth. He confuses me.” She expressed and the wheels in Sarah’s mind started spinning. He has been producing plenty of love songs lately…they have to be about Y/N. It makes sense.

“He’s got some struggles when it comes to his love life.”

“We all do.”

“You know what I mean. It’s just really hard for him to open up and to let people in. He’s an amazing guy, I mean we’ve been telling you that from the start. Maybe you’ll be able to see that soon.”

“I have.” Y/N smiled, “He has been there for me in really shitty moments before and I love him for that-”

“You love him?” Sarah grinned.

“You know what I mean.” Y/N shot back.

“I know…” she smiled, “But I mean, you never know what’s going on in his mind unless you take a peek.”

“I don’t think I’m privy to that level disclosure yet.” She said and Sarah sighed.

“Have you ummm, heard any of his EP yet?” She asked, seemingly changing the subject.

“No actually. I’m not privy to that either.” She said with a smile. She tried not to look too disappointed.

“You should drop by the studio one day and listen, he’s really good.”

“It wouldn’t feel right to show up without him wanting me there.” She explained. Sarah wanted to scream, she needed to hear his songs. Y/N needed to know that maybe she wasn’t physically there, but she was always there by being the focal point of Harry’s art. She was his muse and she didn’t even know it.

*********

“Hey, babe.” Mitch mumbled, kissing Sarah’s forehead quickly as he got back from the studio.

“Hi ya’. How was the studio?”

“Really fucking good. We got a new song in. Harry is just cranking them out.” He chuckled happily as he started getting ready for bed.

“Really? Must be very inspired. What did he do today?”

“Actually I think he’s called it She. I laid down a sick solo, he stayed behind to oversee the mixing.”

“Can’t wait to hear it.” She smiled and he grinned.

“It’s really fucking good.”

“You know…I think it’s about Y/N.”

“Really?” Mitch chuckled.

“I think they all are…” she said and he smiled.

“I mean… there’s a lot of conflict…makes sense.”

“It does, so that’s my theory. I think they like each other.” She grinned.

“That would be something, wouldn’t it?” He hummed.

**********

“What the hell…” Y/N groaned as she heard the ringing of her doorbell. She glanced at her phone and it was 3am. No one had called her. There was another round of rings before she got out of bed and headed to her door and looking through the peephole to see a familiar silhouette turned away from door, it looked like he was debating whether to leave or stay. Y/N quickly unlocked the door and Harry turned to her. He looked like he’d been crying and she frowned.

“Harry, ummm are you OK?” She asked worriedly.

“Can I come in?” He asked, voice hoarse and she nodded.

“Of course.” She said letting him in, she touched his arm as she led him inside, “You’re freezing.”

“I know.” He mumbled. She hurried into the kitchen and grabbed him a water bottle before she grabbed his arm.

“Let’s go up stairs.”

“OK.” He mumbled and she led him up stairs. He sat on her bed and she flipped on her bedside lamp before sitting beside him.

“Talk to me, H.” She said softly with concern, running her hand up and down his arm slowly. He was quiet for a few moments and she grabbed the throw blanket on the edge of her bed and draped it over his shoulders, “Harry.” She whispered and he sighed.

“My ex called today. She ummm, she saw the preview for the podcast.”

“I’m sorry. Was she mean?” She asked softly.

“No… she wanted to see how I was doing but it just reminded me of the bad stuff, you know?”

“I get what you mean. When did you guys break it off?”

“It was almost five years ago…it was the reason I left New York.” He explained with a sad smile and she nodded as she listened to him. “I was maybe 19 when I met her, we would ride the same tube lines to work everyday.” He said with a small smile, “I was engaged to her actually, almost a year.” Y/N didn’t know that.

“What happened?”

“She was with someone else almost the whole time we were together and ummm, apparently she was pregnant. She was gonna let me think that I was… responsible for them.” He explained. “Anyway, I was young and stupid and gullible. I was “in love”.” He made little air quotations around the words. “There were signs… but she was an aspiring broadway actress and she could put on quite the show. And well, as you’ve experienced yourself, I tend to clam up when things get a little harder or more complicated than planned.” He said and she smiled, “Once I was able to prove enough to leave without any more shit being throw back at me I did.” He said.

“Does anyone else know about what she did?” She asked and he shook his head.

“It’s a little embarrassing to admit that you got played like that.” He reasoned.

“Well, thank you for trusting me with that and well, she’s a bitch. And you deserve so much better.” She concluded.

“That’s just the question…do I? Look at what she’s made me. Look at how I’ve treated you. Look at how much she still affects me. Look at how fucked up I still am from her…”

“Harry, look at me for a sec, yeah?” She asked and he glanced sideways, their eyes meeting, “I think you’re being far too hard on yourself. You were a kid when this happened and you’re a man now. Yeah, you carry that hurt, but it helps keep you safe and it will until you’ve completely healed from that.”

“Will I? Because for the last few years it feels like every time my heart starts to open up I fuck it up before I have the chance of seeing it through. Like I just worry it’ll go wrong.” Her heart ached for him.

“That’s called trepidation.” She said factually, “I live in a constant state of it, so I get it. But I’ve also learned that it’s OK to be afraid, H. Like I said, I’m scared too, I think we all are to some extent…but I think that one day you’ll meet someone who will be worth facing your fears for.” She smiled softly as she looked into his eyes with a look of kindness and hope. Little did she know that she was the person he was trying to work through all of this for. The things he felt for her terrified him. And the biggest question was did she even feel the same for him? He wasn’t just telling her this in vain; he needed her to know where exactly he was coming from. He wanted her to understand because he knows that his back and forth had been pushing her away. But it wasn’t on purpose, he was just afraid.

“Yeah.” He whispered.

“Mmmm.” She nodded, “You look exhausted.”

“Do I?” He asked and she nodded, “Not surprised, literally been living in the studio the last few days.” He said and she smiled.

“I hear your music is really good.” She said softly and he smiled bashfully.

“I would hope so… I mean, the producers seem to like it well enough and-”

“I think I would be the ultimate critic since I’m like an expert in this and all…” she said and he chuckled.

“Yeah, you can listen some day.” He said and she smiled, “Well, thanks for ummm, listening to me.” He said as he let the blanket slip down from his shoulders and she bit her lip.

“Hey, it’s late…if you wanted to stay you could. I even have a guest room so you have some privacy and-”

“Why?” He asked and she sighed and shrugged.

“I just like having you around.” She smiled softly.

“Really?” He asked with a little smile.

“Yeah, really.”

“I don’t even like having me around.” He mumbled.

“Well, get your head out of your ass. You’re incredible company when you want to be.” She decided and he smiled softly. God, he wanted to stay with her, he really did.

“Well, make space then.” He mumbled and she smiled softly as she set up another pillow for him. He slipped out of his jeans and just stayed in his t-shirt.

“I have a spare tooth brush for you because of last time.” She informed.

“Expecting more sleep overs?” He asked with a smile.

“I just wanted to be prepared.” She shrugged.

He headed into the adjoining bathroom and brushed his teeth, washed his face, even used some of her serums and moisturizer before stepping back out and slipping into the empty spot on the bed and then he started getting comfortable. After a few moments of silence in the dark he felt her shift a bit and then he felt her fingers running up and down the expanse of his back in soothing and relaxing patterns, the slight tickles were comforting.

“Is this OK?” She asked quietly.

“Yeah, feels nice.” He hummed quietly.

“Good.” She whispered back.

As Harry laid there, so close to her, he just thought about how he wished he could just be brave and bite the bullet. He wished that he could just allow himself to feel what he felt for her instead of cowering behind it. He would pay all the money in the world to own his feelings. It’s a terrifying thought, but he would do that for her. That feeling of trepidation, is what she had said, it was a masterful feeling that he could use to excuse why he’d been so back and forth with her. He needed to shake it off before it was too late. Their whole relationship, they’d been walking on such a fine line of friendship and disdain.

“How did we even cross the line into this?” He suddenly said aloud, “From nothing to something.”

“For me it was when we realized we had the same happy song.” She responded and he chuckled quietly. He tried to think back and pin it down for himself and the only thing he thought up was when they’d first met and she’s schooled him on why Abbey Road was the superior Beatles album. Had he liked her since then? And just acted like a dick to try and ward off the idea of being with her? It worked for a while, but here he is. “But it doesn’t really matter does it, my mom would always tell me that there’s only a small step between love and hatred.”

“Why’s that?”

“They both require your whole heart, I think.” She posed her point, “I don’t think I’ve ever truly hated something or someone…” she elaborated.

“Not even me?” He asked turning towards her and she shook her head.

“Definitely not. I had better things to do.” She teased and he laughed a bit.

“For the record I don’t think I ever hated you either. Like fully hated.”

“So just a little?” She asked through a giggle.

“Just a little. But I think I know why, now.” He said and she stayed quiet, urging him to go on, “I think you’re just so… bright.” He stated.

“Why thank you…” she hummed and he giggled.

“Like yes, bright in your mind. But just in general as a person, you’re like the sunshine. You bring light to everything in your vicinity and when we met I was in a place where I wanted to sit in the dark. And well, Mitch and Sarah were used to being all dull with me and then you moved out here and sort of gave everyone permission to shine and I just felt alone I think, when everyone else was shining and I wasn’t.” He explained, “But… I’ve sort of let you in, haven’t I? And I’m seeing how good things can be when you just let yourself be happy. Like I hadn’t written in a long time and right now I’m so proud of what I’m producing and it’s so stupid because had I not been so arrogant and stubborn I would’ve opened the blinds a long time ago.” He finished with a long exhale.

Y/N was speechless. She literally just fell in love with him completely.

[elysianslove]

hi !! i am in love w ur writing omg <33 can i req hcs of miya twins && suna w a crush who is in the girls ( or manager of the boys team if u only do gn!reader hcs ) vball team of inarizaki and they share the same bus or sumn when theyre traveling to another school ? thank u <3

hi hi hi!!! thank you so much <333 and i write fem!reader, hehe, so i made her part of the girls vbc! i hope you like these <3

miya atsumu 

i firmly believe none of the hq boys would be picky about the girl they’re dating. like yeah they all say certain traits they want but when it really comes down to it and they are dating you, they won’t be upset if you don’t fit certain previous criteria of theirs 

that being said, tsumu would absolutely lose his shit if his girlfriend also happened to be a volleyball player like he’d be convinced it’s fate or something

like he wouldn’t crush on you because of volleyball, he just thought you were a really pretty girl he’d constantly see in the halls and stuff 

and listen! he really was planning on asking you out

except asking a girl out has never been so nerve-wracking. like he’s never, ever felt this nervous about it?? and he’d keep chickening out every time he saw you

fast forward to you guys having to travel to another prefecture for a game, and it just so happens that the boys’ basketball team also had a game out of town. between the teachers and coaches, they decided since both the boys and the girls’ volleyball teams were going to the same prefecture, you’d just take the bus and make due 

the bus isn’t small, but y’all are a lot, so it’s a bit of a mess when you’re climbing on 

somehow, someway, you find yourself sitting next to miya atsumu 

pls he will never stop talking about how you two were meant to be after omg 

imagine his shock when he looks up from his phone and he sees you sitting next to him his brain literally goes ???!!@#$#&^$#&%(&

you just smile at him sweetly and say, “i hope it’s okay that i sat here. there’s not really anywhere else.” 

he can’t really speak. no like he really can’t. he’s. starstruck? just completely gone. you’re just so pretty and now he gets to sit next to you for the entire ride? he’s thanking everything holy

samu smacks him on the head because he still hasn’t replied to you and you’re starting to look a little saddened 

“uh, yeah, yeah, s’fine, yeah.” i’m telling y’all he’s secretly a complete dork. 

at first he doesn’t really know what to say, he just knows that he really wants to talk to you, like badly, and finally his brain catches up to him and he asks you about volleyball. you two spend nearly the entire ride talking about the sport

his heart would not stop beating insanely fast the entire time 

so y’all arrive, and you’re about to head off to the girls’ gymnasium when he stops you. you’re kind confused but you don’t stop him bc !!! hello !!! attractive !!! and kind !!! and interesting !!!

and omg you don’t think you’ve ever seen miya atsumu flustered before, and apparently neither has his brother or his friends because they’re in the back just snickering to each other

and finally, he manages to ask, “do you like, wanna hang out? soon? tomorrow?” 

it makes you giggle how red his cheeks are 

the relief that floods him when you say yes is unbelievable 

he wishes you good luck with your game with a kiss on the cheek that shocks everyone because what a contrast to the person he was literally a minute ago 

just v briefly: y’all are THE couple. you know what i’m talking about right? imagine just him being at your games and cheering you on the loudest, kissing you fully on the mouth after disregarding any rules in place, or the opposite, of you cheering him on his games and just jumping at him even though he’s really sweaty and hugging him so tight with your legs wrapped around his waist

no please don’t think about going to the gym with tsumu, where he makes you cling onto shirtless him as he’s doing pull ups and you kiss him every time he lowers himself, or practicing volleyball with tsumu, where he’ll serve a ball onto your ass and have you chase him around the gymnasium until he lets you jump onto him and you both fall on the ground

and no! don’t you dare consider practicing serves with him and it being a competition until you’re both so spent and breathlessly lying on the cold ground next to each other or how proud he is every time he sees you finally achieve something you’ve been trying really hard to perfect —

good bye 🏃🏻‍♀️

miya osamu

okay different from atsumu, osamu knew you were a volleyball player, and he realized he had a crush on after watching you play once 

your gymnasium, the girls’, was up for inspection but you had a game against another school so you’d borrowed the boys’. the whole boys team decided to stay and watch and holy shit was he impressed. your team won by a landslide, and it was clear the rest of his team was also impressed by the way they were all speaking about you

after that, you kinda stood out to him more? like, before he wouldn’t really notice you, but now anytime you were around or he heard your name or you were mentioned or he heard your voice he would kind of perk up and his heart would beat a little fast 

he was like fuck 😃🔪

you didn’t really share classes with him so it wasn’t too difficult to avoid you until his little crush had wavered 

yeah until god himself seated you right across from him on the bus while both your teams were on their way to a different school. it’s not that there wasn’t a bus, the coaches were just lazy and decided to combine you both since you were headed the same way anyways 

the entire time he wouldn’t stop staring at you while you chatted with your friends and with some of the boys from his team. you just seemed so. magical. he hated it. why were you so perfect

atsumu was asleep for half the ride so he only made fun of him for the other half. it was v humiliating. 0/10

he thought he had been soooo slick lmfao 😹

he was not

samu’s generally a slick guy but. not right now he wasn’t. not with his crush he isn’t

so when everyone steps off the bus and he’s like stretching out his limbs from being seated for really long, he feels someone tap on his shoulder, so he spins around and sees you and honest to god his blood runs cold

you had a really sheepish smile on your face like you were ready to embarrass him and when you said, “hey i noticed you staring,” on god he wanted to die.

but then you noticed his pale face and quickly went, “no, no, i think it’s very flattering! and i’m hoping it means i get to take you out?” 

cue tsumu’s cheering in the back he is so obnoxious bhjdbcdbjc

samu’s mouth is moving but his brain isn’t really working he just likes to thank god that he said yes and didn’t say anything else 

this time, you wish him luck with a kiss on the cheek and he really hates how his entire body is just heating up right now so on the outside it looks like he’s not enjoying this in the least, but trust, his heart says others

that was the most nervous you’ve ever been but he doesn’t need to know that 

on the bus ride back he invites you to sit next to him in the back, and you’re both a little shy about it all but you make conversation and somehow it ends up with him telling you he loves to cook, which leads to the promise that he’ll cook for you one day

it’s a very sweet conversation where you’re both really excited but you’re also a little nervous about it all

again, briefly: if we’re going with you being a wing spiker like him, then training with samu is so fun. he loves to toss the balls up higher and higher knowing you can’t reach them, until one day you shock him and the ball goes smack on the other side of the court and damn he just fell in love all over again.

tsumu practices with you two sometimes and nine times out of ten he’ll make samu think he’s tossing to him then toss to you instead. 

you’d think he’d be quiet and calm while he watches you play? absolutely not he is the loudest. it’s okay you luv him <3

omgomgomg meeting up with samu after both your after school practices are over and you just walking home alone in the quiet and you’re both munching on some snacks and it’s so serene and your hand is in his and you’re swinging your arms playfully and it’s just so

sigh 

remember that promise he made to cook for you? every weekend without fail, since he usually wakes up before you, he makes you breakfast, leaves his home, and wakes you up with a little box of your favorites. the tradition never falters. every weekend you wake up to his beaming face with a steaming box of breakfast. husband material 

suna rinatarō

with suna, you two briefly knew each other

you shared class with him, and sat quite near him so you were like sort of acquainted with each other. i feel like suna’s not too big on speaking with strangers not because he’s introverted but because he just doesn’t wanna waste his time

he does speak to you from time to time though, mainly just to ask about class or homework or exams 

he didn’t know you were on the girl’s volleyball team though, so when you walked onto the bus, and he spotted you, he was really confused. when you spotted him back and waved at him with a bright smile his brain went uh oh

and then you walked closer to where he sat and his brain went UH OH

and then you asked to sit next to him because you’re all the girls are scattered everywhere and aside from them he’s the only one you know here so he just shrugs and goes yeah sure 

his brain is going uhohuhohuhoh repeatedly though he’s just exceptionally good at not showing it 

you don’t really talk as everyone settles down, each of you is busy looking down at your phones, but when the bus starts moving, suna takes out his headphones and 

he offers one to you 

vdhjsdshfkwhhesajkdhksf

ok im good 

you’re a little taken aback but you accept. the entire ride you two don’t talk, you just listen to music together, and occasionally he hands you his phone to choose a song, and somehow, in the middle of all this, your head fell on his shoulder and his head rested on yours and it was really comfortable and good god does he have a crush on you

when you take out your phone and open instagram/snapchat and start messing with the filters, taking snaps of him and making faces with him, and he gets to hear and feel your little laughs he realizes yeah, maybe he does have a tiny crush on you 

tiny 

minuscule

you skip away from him after stepping off the bus with a yell of good luck. he makes time after his game to go watch yours and he is thoroughly impressed by your skill. decides maybe it is not as minuscule as he thought.

the boys are on the bus before the girls, so when you walk in, he waves you over and points at his headphones, which makes you laugh a little and rush over to him. this time, he doesn’t wait for the bus to start moving before he hands you one earbud, and just like before, your head rests on his shoulder throughout 

middle of the ride, he opens the notes app, and types, ‘you’re really cute,’ while showing you the screen 

you take the phone from him and type back, ‘you’re really pretty.’ 

and then a conversation carries like this until he just straight up goes, ‘wanna go out with me?’ 

this time, you don’t take the phone from him. instead, you sit up a little, press a kiss to his cheek and whisper, “yes.” 

it only shocked him a little a lot

as soon as you’d said that, he relaxes a bit, and as you’re going to rest your head on his shoulder, he brings an arm around you, hugging you closer to him i am going to Scream

briefly: please, imagine just how encouraging it is for suna to see you in the stands at any of his games like it just gives him that necessary boost  and whenever he wins he just cups your face and kisses you so passionately yet serenely and there’s that small smile hidden in the kiss only you can feel and tell of

or just imagine you and suna relaxing after a long day of practice in a bath together or you completely drained snuggled in bed as you lazily and sleepily pillow talk 

or oh my god, suna coming before a game and helping you do your hair in a braid or anything that will keep it out of your face because he has a little sister and he’s just so good at it and all the girls are fawning over how he’s sitting on the bench with you kneeling between his legs and he’s just working diligently at your hair and once he’s done he just gives your head a little pat before leaning over and kissing your cheek like “all done babe good luck” 

or suna watching smugly as you absolutely destroy your opponents or if you ever play with the boys how you never go easy on them and he just 

heart eyes <3

end note; im sobbing im this 🤏🏼 close to losing my mind why are they not REAL 

[therealvinelle]

Hi, your metas are super interesting, and even if I really enjoy fanon twilight, it's really cool to read opinions based only on canon too!

So my question is about the sexual orientation of the Cullens, do you think they all straight?

For example i saw someone saying that Edward maybe was demisexual and it left me thinking, so i just wanted to know your opinions about it :)

In short, no.

In alphabetical order:

Alice is with a man, but without getting into the mess that is Alice/Jasper here, I don’t think theirs is a particularly physical relationship. I mean, if Alice wanted to get laid, she could just decide to fuck Jasper, enjoy the vision, and bam. Itch scratched. Thanks, Jazz. Alright, I’ll be serious. Alice and Jasper are with each other because the other represents salvation, not so much because of a personal or physical attraction but because of mysticism. So to me that doesn’t really say much about Alice’s preference. All the same I can’t see Alice having a particular preference, she’s too... Alice. Although it is easier to picture her with women. She is also the second half of the Alice/Bella homoerotic extravaganza, which makes heterosexual Alice even more farfetched to me. So, bisexual or lesbian Alice.

Bella shows clear attraction to women as well as men. She’s attracted to Rosalie, Alice, Edward, and Carlisle. I’ll just give you guys quotes: Of the three boys, one was big — muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here rather than students. The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixielike, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction. (Twilight, page 9) This is the Cullens’ introduction. I won’t spend much time on it, just notice the difference between Rosalie and the others. Rosalie is highlighted in a way Alice is not, and Edward is at first glance only the boyish one of the guys. Rosalie was the Cullen whose beauty immediately stood out to Bella. It was hard to decide who was the most beautiful — maybe the perfect blond girl, or the bronze-haired boy. (sic.) Bella has realized by now that Edward’s a grade A hottie, but she’s still torn between him and Rosalie. Bella then gets to know Alice, and they become friends who take showers together(!). Rosalie may be the most attractive Cullen woman, but Alice is the one Bella gets emotionally close to. We get this in New Moon:  UNNATURALLY STILL AND WHITE, WITH LARGE BLACK EYES intent on my face, my visitor waited perfectly motionless in the center of the halt, beautiful beyond imagining.  (...) I locked my arms around her, gasping to inhale as much of the scent of her skin as possible. It wasn't like anything else—not floral or spice, citrus or musk. No perfume in the world could compare. My memory hadn't done it justice. (New Moon, page 191) Bella never thought she’d never see any of the Cullens again, so for her to be hysterical and ecstatic upon seeing her second favorite is not by itself damning. I’m sure she’d be ecstatic to see Emmett too. It’s that fact that she’d missed Alice’s scent that’s interesting. The scent of her skin was something Bella was aware of before they parted. And while it may be tempting to say “it’s because they’re vampires, Bella’s admiring them like she would a work of art!”, Bella never dwells on Esme, Jasper, or Emmett in this way. Jasper and Emmett especially are not admired beyond the introduction of their characters. We never hear about what any of them smell like, nor does Bella remark upon their beauty after waking up a vampire. Carlisle and Edward, by comparison, are men she keeps noticing. Bella finds Carlisle blindingly beautiful when she first sees him as a vampire, and there’s this from New Moon: Though it erased the sting, it reminded me of the gash, and I watched Carlisle's face carefully to distract me from what his hands were doing. His hair gleamed gold in the bright light as he bent over my arm. (New Moon, page 18) There’s thinking someone is pretty, and then there’s gazing lovingly upon their face instead of pain killers. Bella is bisexual.

Carlisle moved in with a very gay man, had a close relationship with him, lived with him for the sake of his company for decades, and only left because of dietary differences. We don’t know for sure whether they actually had an affair or not, but the fact remains that of all the Cullens, Carlisle is the one who is implied to have had a homosexual relationship in canon. He loses his straight card based on that alone. Also gonna link this clip, because I’m Mac listening to Edward talk about how young Carlisle lived with this sexy Mycenaean Greek for a few decades when he was young. Aro is all the santas. Carlisle is bisexual.

Edward... oh boy. His brain is supposedly seventeen, and yet this very interesting thing happens in his relationship with Bella where he never notices her body. Not ever. By body I mean curves. Edward notices Bella’s skin, her frailty, her humanity. He praises her blushes, her doe-like eyes, her warmth, her softness, her swan-like neck, her delicious scent. The feminine aesthetic. He does not once notice her tits. The only tits he is on record noticing belong to Siobhan, and it’s because she has an impossible to ignore rack: She was profoundly female in shape—aggressively, forcefully female. (Midnight Sun, chapter Probability) It’s one thing for him to be old-fashioned and too quintessentially Edward to even think the word “boob”, but in 700+ pages of Midnight Sun there’s just this absence of this seventeen-year-old noticing her curves. More damningly, when seeing Alice’s vision of vampire!Bella, Edward is horrified at the sight of his love cold and hard. He doesn’t describe vampire!Bella by any of the positives, like “flawless”. Edward is attracted to the human, not the woman. What that means for his sexuality... well, I’m going to go ahead and point out that he is very weird about Carlisle, and it’s damning that the personality he projects onto Bella is so similar to Carlisle. I hesitate to apply a label here, but in my own, personal, headcanon we’re veering towards homosexual. Deeeeeeply closeted homosexual.

Emmett is straight. Straightest guy ever to straight.

Esme is pretty clearly taken with Carlisle. Though if she were to feel attracted towards another woman, I imagine she’d have no idea what to make of that, if she even recognized it for what it was. She’s from a very different time and still living in that time, and she continues to be very sheltered. Still, as per my personal headcanon, I see her as straight.

Jasper, who knows. Though if he’s into guys, he has probably gone for it in the past. I suppose I should write a meta on vampires and sexual norms in general, but in short I don’t think they all live monogamously like the Cullens. STDs and pregnancies are unheard of, as is social ostracizing. Vampires are hedonistic, Twilight vampires more so than any other. Which in turn means I don’t think Maria and Jasper were monogamous. A couple, sure, but I don’t think Maria would say “oh noes, I can’t, I’m with Jasper!” if someone she was attracted to made an overture, and same goes for Jasper. So, if Jasper was into guys, then sure. I can see Jasper/Peter happening, or even Charlotte/Jasper/Peter. Jasper is certainly into women, with the possibility of guys as well. And if so, then it’s probably happened.

Rosalie I’m shocked is with a guy in the first place, everything about her screams lesbian. However, she’s clearly into Emmett, so apparently she’s bisexual.

(I’m not including Renesmée in this, since she’s three months old by the time the series conclude.)

This all being said, several of these people are from very different times and wouldn’t have the same concepts of sexuality internalized as we do, so how they’d identify is a very different matter.

[thesedangeroustemptations]

Baki boy’s handling a S/O who randomly flinches at being unexpectedly touched due to their past

Hi guys! I haven’t written in a while and I haven’t gotten any requests, so I thought I’d write about something that I struggle with and that other people might as well! So, Trigger Warning is in effect for down below, if you think it might bother you, feel free to keep scrolling and I’ll see you around for the next one, have a great day <3 

TW: Prior abusive relationships, dementia, anxiety, PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) and family issues 

Baki Hanma: 

The first time Baki notices it, the two of them are at school and he snuck up behind them to surprise them as they didn’t have classes together until after lunch, his hands resting on their hips and the moment he did this, they about jumped out of their skin.

 He instinctively believes that something is wrong, and despite his brain telling him to bring it up in conversation, he didn’t want to possibly upset them. Simply rationalizing it as he snuck up on them, of course they’d be spooked. Anyone would be... right? 

Wrong. This behavior continued at the most random of times; they’d be having a good time and then he’d move his arm too fast, the next moment they were flinching away from him with a frightened expression that they were consciously trying to control. 

This was no longer something that Baki could ignore, and chose to approach the conversation as gently and casually as he could to not upset them too much, but it seemed by the tears welling in their eyes that this was a sensitive topic.

They explain about their relationship with their parents, how when they were living with them, they were physically abusive when it came to getting their way or discipline. Anything could be used as an excuse to hit them, not taking out the trash on time? Slap. Not doing the dishes and laundry before their parents got home? Smack. Seemed to be having an attitude when answering a question? Slap. Anything ranging to them ‘breathing with attitude’. So, when they were old enough and had enough money, they moved out and cut off contact.

Upon hearing this, Baki could hardly think straight, and it took everything in him to keep himself from finding them himself to give them a piece of what they put his beloved through, but he couldn’t do that. 

He knew that the place he was most needed was right there, so he’d wrap his arms around their shakily breaking frame and hold them close to his chest, one hand rubbing their back while the other smoothed back their hair, gentle kisses peppering their forehead as he rocked the two of them. 

He would never allow anything to harm them again, and if he ever got the chance to meet their parents... it’s game on. “I know it’s something that you can’t help, but try to remember as best you can that I’d die before I laid a hand on you in anger or allowed anyone else to ever again.”

Jack Hanma: 

This man is nowhere near as patient as his brother, so the first moment he notices something is off with his partner and quick, unexpected movements, he confronts them and he wants his answers then, not the second time he asks, something he makes very clear. Jack doesn’t like repeating himself or vague answers.

However, what he wasn’t expecting was for them to tell him to mind his own business and stalk away as if he had done something wrong. This doesn’t sit well with the blonde giant, they’re normally very open and honest about nearly anything and everything with him, so this personality flip only deepened his concern. 

Letting the pot simmer for a few hours while he worked to collect his thoughts on the matter, he would later find them in their shared room, an apologetic look etched into his expression which was a rarity held only for the likes of his S/O. 

“I’m sorry... can you please just tell me what it is that’s upsetting you already?” He would murmur from the door, waiting like a puppy to be called over to the bed and as soon as he is, he clears the room in two strides, taking a seat beside them and wrapping his protective arms around them.

Jack doesn’t have much tact when it comes to this, but his heart is in the right place and his S/O can see that he means well, so despite his blunt approach, so the moment his arms wrapped around them, they relent and finally open up to him about their past relationships with their older siblings and how they would frequently be used as the punching bag, figuratively and literally. 

Just as his anger was beginning to boil over, and he was ready to sit them down with a movie while he went out to have a ‘conversation’ with them all, they hit him with something that he hadn’t been expecting, 

“You know, if it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have wanted to start training, and then maybe I wouldn’t have met you. So, I guess I owe them a thank you for giving me you.” They spoke with such sincerity, how could he argue back at that? Their hands gently cupping his cheeks as they smiled slightly at him, hoping to get one back.

It was with that, he felt every ounce of anger leave his body and all he could feel was love for the person he was holding. They had a point, there was no guarantee that they would have met outside of their shared love for the gym, so maybe he did have them to thank. Not out loud of course, because fuck them, all he cared about was what was in his arms.

Katsumi Orochi: 

Katsumi would be one of the first to notice something was wrong with his S/O, he had known them for a bit of time before deciding to ask them to be his, so he had time to observe the way they interacted with others and the little tics that they had. 

The first time he had seen it happen as when someone in his class had walked up beside them without their noticing and then spoke, earning them a clock to the face and a thousand apologies after that. Of course, he like Baki, would try to rationalize it as them being spooked until the issue persisted into their relationship, and they were doing it with him.

The first time it happened in private, he would catch their fist as it swung in his direction and pulled them close, speaking in as soft and soothing voice as he could while addressing the issue at hand. “I don’t want to upset you, in fact that’s my last wish, but I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.”

No longer able to run from it, they finally broke down and the two curled up in their shared bed while they went over their past relationship and how they were frequently met with physical violence at any time, ranging from a slap across the face, to a punch, to things further that they weren’t comfortable telling him. 

This was what he wanted, he wanted them to tell him what was wrong, why they acted the way they did, so why was he so upset over knowing the truth? Seeing the tears welling in his S/O’s eyes and trickling down their rosy cheeks told him the reason; who could hurt someone so kind and gentle? It infuriated him, but he couldn’t show it, he needed to be strong for the person he loved when they needed him the most.

Wrapping his muscular arms around their frame, he pulled them closer to him and rested his chin on top of their head, eyes focused on the wall ahead of them as he listened to their breathing, reminding himself that they were safe with him, and there wasn’t a chance in hell of them ever harming them again; if they tried, that’s free anger management. 

When the two of them laid down that night, he made them a promise that he would never let anything happen to them again, and that he would help them get their sense of safety back, that they wouldn’t have to react in such a defensive and reactionary way when the people around them would never hurt them. They didn’t understand fully just how seriously he would take that promise. 

From that day forward, he would frequently remind them that they were safe, they would train harder and longer so they would feel as though they could handle themselves in any situation, and anytime they would start to feel anxious or out of control, he would hold them in his arms and remind them of the promise he made, and that he would never leave them alone to deal with this. 

Kaioh Retsu: 

This man would be the best out of all of them when it comes to noticing and reaction, not gonna lie. He didn’t need to see them flinch away from people, he could see the way that they would scan the room before making any movements, how they would take note of everyone else in the room with them and where they were, the consistently worried and alert look in their eye. It had him coming to conclusions of his own, and he was afraid that they would be right. 

Would approach the topic after a night at home, the two in the shower and them flinching at his touch once he finally joined them in the water. He would bring it up gently, his arms wrapping around their body so that they would feel safe with him, pressing his toned form against theirs in an attempt to show that they are one. 

“I love you, and I can feel when you’re upset by something, so please, trust me enough to confide in me. I simply wish to help you.” He would plead with them, his dark eyes showing nothing but sincerity and honesty to where his S/O can’t deny him. 

Retsu would let them stray from the topic a few times before finally pressing the topic a bit more firmly, showing that he would not be relenting on this and that it would save them both some time if they just went ahead and told him what he wanted to know. 

Gently stroking their cheek with the back of his fingers, his other hand still placed on their lower back and holding them still as he listened to their words, processing how they had been bullied when they were younger and dealt with physical attacks at school that no one did anything about, so they had to always be on guard and be able to run at a seconds notice, hence the flinching away at unexpected touching.

It made sense to him, it did, but what he couldn’t grasp just yet was why they hadn’t chosen to defend themselves, until they explained it was nearly everyone, so one against a huge group when they were just a child wouldn’t have ended well and he had to admit they were right. 

Makes it his mission to make them feel as safe as possible, keeping them away from any type of danger or stressful situation where people would be moving at fast paces so not to trigger their fight or flight reaction and cause them anxiety. Retsu is very mindful of his S/O and makes sure that they’re comfortable wherever they go, and asks if there’s anything they need from him. 

Also goes the route of teaching them self defense if they don’t already know any, and if they do, simply helps them sharpen them and shows them new techniques that might be more effective to use, but never once does he make them feel like they aren’t strong enough. He wants to build their confidence, and he knows the right way to go about it. 

Kaoru Hanayama:

Kaoru’s S/O is incredibly private about their past, not wanting to let the poor guy in on anything about their prior experiences and why they act the way that they do or why they flinch away from people at the most random times. It’s frustrating to say the least, and whenever it happens, they give him a look that simply says ‘don’t say anything if you don’t want an argument.’

However, Hanayama isn’t the type to shy away from confrontation, and if he feels it’s something that’s detrimental to his S/O, you’d best believe he’s going to bring it up when he feels the time is right and won’t let up on it until he gets a satisfactory answer. Standing in front of the door and blocking it with his large frame to make his point clear as he stares them down with his shadowy hues. 

“I’m not doing this to upset you or trap you here, I’m doing this so you’ll finally tell me what goes on in your head and how I can fix it. If you really want to leave I’ll let you go but just... please. Let me try and do something to help for once instead of shutting me out.” This is not the type of man to beg for anything, he’s head of the Hanayama gang after all, but when it came to the person he loved, he’s willing to do anything, even look like a lovesick fool.

Somehow, that finally got through to them, and they’d sit down on the nearest piece of furniture, be it a couch or bed, and begin to explain slowly, as if they would run out of air every few sentences, about their relationship with their abusive, alcoholic mother, and how she would ‘discipline’ her children in the cruelest ways possible, how it could be at the drop of a hat, over the most obscure and miniscule things, anything that she felt like. 

Being the eldest child, his S/O was forced to endure the brunt of it to keep their siblings safe, things only ever happening to their siblings when they weren’t around, and how they aren’t understood by them now because of how they were raised effected them differently due to this dynamic. 

His mind goes blank for a moment as rage seeps in and takes over, causing his large frame to tense from his position in front of the door; the only thought he had was on repeat: Kill that bitch. Kill that bitch. Kill that bitch. He had the men to do it, he had the strength to do it himself, he had the police under his thumb, he could really get away with this. 

All of these thoughts flooded his mind and clouded his vision until he felt warm hands on his scarred face, earning his attention immediately as his vision cleared and all that he could see was the loving eyes of his S/O as they stood in front of him, a worried expression adorning their face. “Promise me that you won’t do anything to her, she isn’t worth your time or mine. What is, is going forward and leaving the past behind, okay?”

Fuck, they had him there. He was the one who wanted to help them after all, how could he do that by sinking down and doing exactly what was done to them to her? As much as he wanted to tell them that they were wrong, that they would feel better with her off this earth, he couldn’t. Instead, he wrapped his large arms around them and engulfed them into his frame, whispering quietly into their ear as he held them close, “I’ll never let anything hurt you again. Ever. I promise you.”

Kiyosumi Katou: 

This man understands being twitchy, not liking being touched too much unless initiated and would respect that the moment he noticed that was the way that they were, and would have no complaints. 

Until they started acting that way around him in private. They should know that he would never lay a hand on them, and gets slightly insulted that they didn’t register that. 

That is, until they explain that it’s something that they’ve always struggled with due to their high levels of anxiety and that they’d spent years living in an unpredictable environment where they didn’t know if someone was going to start throwing punches or not, unable to defend themselves or fight back.

This took a moment to sink in for Katou, not sure how to react or if they were telling him the truth but then he remembers that they’ve never lied to him in the past and this was something incredibly serious, so why would they do that, right? (Tell me you have trust issues without telling me you have trust issues)

However, the moment that it did fully get through that thick skull of his, he is engulfing his S/O in tight hugs and not saying a word, allowing his actions to speak louder than his words for once in his life, knowing that nothing he could say in that moment would make the pain that they’d gone through go away, and it was insulting to try.

Holding them for the remainder of the night, he wouldn’t want them out of his sight for longer than a few moments to go to the bathroom or get food while they sat on the couch and watched whatever it was that they wanted, because they trusted him enough to be vulnerable and express a part of themselves that they didn’t trust many with, so anything they wanted right now, they were going to get.

From that day forward would take it upon himself to ask how his S/O was doing during the day, if he could do anything to help them feel less anxious or stressed whenever he could tell that they were having a bad day. Most would assume that because of his cunning and brutal nature that Katou wouldn’t be very smart, and IQ wise they’d probably be right, however, when it comes to emotional intelligence, he’s pretty spot on.

Keeps his S/O close wherever they go, his arm is permanently wrapped around their shoulder while they walk down the side walk or standing in line, his expression that of ‘I wil break your neck if you come near them with any bad intentions and I’m not afraid of jail.’

Hector Doyle:

Doyle isn’t one to show much emotion, on his expression or in his words, but he is incredibly observant, and takes in far more information than the average person would in a simple situation, so the moment he saw his S/O flinch their shoulder away from a friend appearing suddenly beside them, he took note of it and began to analyze. 

Had that friend done something to upset them in the past that made them uncomfortable? Had they smelled bad and his S/O didn’t want to be rude by telling them? Several different things went through his mind based on that small interaction, and by the next time it happened with a different person, that it wasn’t anything to do with anyone else, it was you.

Now, the question is, what was causing his S/O to act the way that they had been? Obviously it was something that had been doing for a reason, and it seemed to stem from people either touching them or showing up without their knowledge, or swift movements by those around them. Could they have dealt with prior abuse? The mere thought made Doyle’s blood boil, but he didn’t want to jump to any conclusions without solid evidence or confirmation from them.

He’d bring up the topic while they’re laying in bed late at night one of the rare one’s he’s in heading to sleep the same time as them, given he’s a night owl and prefers the silence of night time and how few people were out, but he’s willing to sacrifice one night to get the answers that have been nagging at the back of his mind to get confirmation for.

“You seem to freak out at the smallest things, like someone moving their hand too fast near you, or touching you when you didn’t see it coming, even when it’s a friend or myself, what’s the deal?” Boy, he could not word that much worse if he had tried, and the reaction he got to such a topic being brought up in that way was to be expected; hostility.

“So, you’ve been sitting here observing me like I’m a lab rat in some experiment?” “What’s wrong with that?” A lot of things, and they made sure he knew it before deciding to give him the answers he’d been wanting to know so badly. It took them a while to find the right words, starting and stopping themselves several times but Doyle sat in silence, watching quietly as he waited patiently for them. He wouldn’t rush them, he’d already been an asshole with his approach.

After a long while of silence on both ends, they explained to him about how their grandmother had dementia while they were growing up and how she lived with them since her parents didn’t want to send her to a home, and while she was mentally deteriorating, she would get violent and throw things or blows, hitting his S/O several times in the head or body when they weren’t paying attention or fast enough, and so it’s become a reflexive habit. 

It wasn’t as bad as he had thought, but still, the mental scars it seemed to take on his S/O were just as bad as real ones in his opinion, so he would start to make it a habit of keeping an eye on their surroundings and stopping anyone from startling his S/O before they had a chance, doing little things like moving slower or announcing his presence; would 100% deny it if his S/O brought it up. He might be a jerk who loves a good fight, but not with his S/O.

[dessarious]

How the Sirens Adopted a Ladybug Pt5

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They ate mostly in silence with Ladybug refusing to look at any of them. The Kwami were all cuddled up against her obviously trying to offer emotional support. Every time she managed to calm herself down Selina would look over at the girl and her rage would build up again. She was going to have to find an outlet for it in order to stay here.

“So why haven’t you asked for help from the European Justice League?” The full body flinch she got in response gave her a target for that rage. She mumbled something that Selina couldn’t hear. “What was that?”

“I don’t think they believed anything was happening. Eventually they just told me that if I couldn’t handle butterflies I shouldn’t consider myself a hero. They had real problems to deal with.” Oh she was definitely sicking Bruce on those idiots once she figured out what was going on. “In their defense once I cast my cure there’s no visible damage so unless one of them had been here during an attack it really doesn’t seem real.” Great, now she was making excuses for heroes who absolutely should know better.

“I don’t care what they thought, that’s unacceptable behavior. You mentioned something about others that were helping you?” She flinched and curled in on herself.

“You should tell them. Plagg’s right, I think they can help.” Most of the other Kwami looked surprised at Tikki’s words. Ladybug somehow just seemed to get smaller.

“Kiddo, the three of us are the last to judge, trust me. We just want to help.” Harley’s voice was gentle and the girl peeked at her before looking back at her hands. Plagg flew up to her shoulder and was whispering in her ear. Eventually she took a deep breath and pulled her knees into her chest.

“At first it was just Chat Noir and me. It was okay for a while. He was always goofing around and flirting but he was there. But things happened and he didn’t want there to be secrets even though it was for our own safety. The Guardian chose what information we got when and he trusted me more than he did Chat, especially the more he pushed. He let me choose temporary holders and that just pissed Chat off more. He started becoming unreliable. Not showing up to fights, spending patrols trying to convince me to reveal my identity. Then he revealed himself to the other holders and got them to do the same. I refused and he convinced the others that I wasn’t trustworthy. I had to take his Miraculous. Too many people knew who he was. After that I couldn’t use any of the others even if they had been willing and I didn’t know anyone else I could trust. Then the Guardian… he got sick and turned his responsibilities over to me. So now I use whichever Miraculous I need for any given battle.”

“And what about your living situation?” She shook her head but it seemed more like an automatic reaction than an answer.

“That could compromise my identity.” Plagg and Tikki both flew in front of her face with their arms crossed.

“You need to tell them. Keeping your identity from Chat and the others was necessary and as we’ve seen showed good instincts on your part, but this is different.” Tikki’s voice sounded encouraging but strained. Their worry was obvious.

“But-”

“No buts Kit.” Plagg pointed to Selina. “She’s one of mine and there’s no malice toward you in any of them. We’re done watching you suffer alone. Not to mention you haven’t had a chance to breathe in months let alone grieve properly.” Selina shared a confused look with the other two. Plagg referring to her as theirs was odd but she was more worried about the grieving comment. Tears welled in Ladybug’s eyes and she shook her head again.

“I can’t.” The words were choked and the rest of the Kwami cuddled further into the girl while Plagg and Tikki just looked at each other.

“Will you let us tell them?” She hunched in further on herself but before she could say anything Tikki let out a string of what sounded like curses. Selina had no idea what language it was in. “There’s an Akuma.” Ladybug let out a tired breath.

“What time is it?”

“School just started. Which one do you think it is this time?” Plagg’s snark just got annoyed noises from all the Kwami. Ladybug stood and started towards the window. “Kit you’re not transformed.”

“Oh right.” Tikki disappeared and there was another flash of light around the girl.

“Why don’t we go with you? I’d like to see exactly what’s going on.” She frowned in thought.

“If you want, but I need you to stay back and not interfere. It’s bad enough trying to keep the others out of harm's way and I really don’t have the energy to look after anyone else and still defeat the Akuma.” As soon as she said it she was out the window.

“What do you think she meant by others?” Harley sounded like she had a guess at the answer, but wanted someone to give her a different one.

“I have a bad feeling that her former help are still trying to pretend they’re heroes. That or they’re actively trying to sabotage her. Or possibly both.” Given what had been said about Chat Noir, she wouldn’t be surprised.

“We should head out and find a good vantage point.” Ivy was just staring out the window but it seemed like she was looking inward.

“I just need to grab my jacket. And for now we respect her wish for no interference, unless it’s a matter of life and death for her, agreed?” Harley and Ivy both gave a nod but neither looked happy about it. Ten minutes later, as they stood on a roof watching Ladybug taking hits for a bunch of idiots who wouldn’t leave the area, Selina wasn’t either. As soon as the fight was over they moved in closer to see what the morons had to say for themselves.

“Looking a bit ragged there M’Lady. Are you ready to admit you were wrong yet? All I want is an apology and a reveal and things can go back to the way they were.” Selina had to grab Harley to stop her from lunging at the boy who spoke but Ladybug shot him a flat look.

“Go back to what exactly? You refusing to respect my boundaries and throwing tantrums during a fight, or you just not showing up at all?” The boy sputtered indignantly and she turned to leave but a different one, the one who’d been possessed started yelling at her.

“Aren’t you even going to ask what upset me so much I got Akumatized? You used to actually care about people.” Ladybug just crossed her arms and waited. “Someone I thought was my friend just moved away without telling anyone! Can you believe that?” That just brought a confused look from the hero as she scanned the others assembled. For some reason that seemed to annoy the girl more. “Marinette! She just up and left without telling anyone!”

“I’m sorry, did you all just now notice she was gone?” Disbelief was the main thing in her tone, but there was hurt there as well.

“What do you mean just now? Don’t act like it’s our fault she decided to bail on her friends.” Ladybug was just staring at all of them like they’d lost their minds.

“Some friends considering it took you six months to notice she was missing in the first place.” There was a blonde girl leaning against a nearby building that Selina would swear wasn’t there a minute about.

“She’s not missing. Her parents sold their business and the family moved.” The blonde looked like she was going to fire back but Ladybug spoke first.

“Believe what you want, you always do. This is not something I’m going to stand here and argue about. I’m sorry you feel hurt but there’s nothing I can do to help the situation.” She tried to leave again.

“Wait!” The blond practically jogged up to her. “I need to speak with you, alone.” Ladybug hesitated. “Please, it’s important.” The hero searched the girls face for a moment before giving a small nod. The others immediately started shouting at her so she grabbed the other girl and headed to a nearby roof. They followed silently and Selina watched as they both stood awkwardly.

“So what do you need to talk to me about Chloe?” There was a wariness to Ladybug's tone and stance, almost like she expected to be yelled at or attacked. The other girl just seemed nervous.

“A couple things. You knew Marinette was missing, do you know where she is?” Ladybug’s entire body tensed up at the question and Chloe saw it. “I’m not asking you to tell me I just… I just want to know if she’s okay. The police are refusing to look for her, claiming she went to live with relatives out of the country even though her passport hasn’t been used, and she hasn’t touched her back accounts since the day after…” She trailed off, obviously not wanting to finish the thought.

“How do you know she hasn’t… you’ve been using your father’s accounts to check the police progress haven’t you?” She just gave a sheepish shrug. “Why? You hated Marinette.” Chloe flinched.

“No I didn’t. We were rivals sure, and I was overall a bitch yes, but I never hated her. We were just so different and… I mean you’ve met my parents. I was taught from a young age that I was above everyone else and that they should be grateful for my notice. Mari… I couldn’t understand for the longest time why she stood up to me. I know it sounds stupid and I can’t really explain it better.” She sounded frustrated but it actually seemed to calm Ladybug down for some reason. “Look, I understand why she wouldn’t want to come back to school. Those ungrateful peasants made her life a living hell, but it’s like she completely dropped off the face of the earth. I can’t even imagine what losing both her parents in an accident like that must have done to her.”

“She’s okay. She just didn’t want to be sent out of Paris, or put into the system.” It didn’t sound like a lie but Ladybug was refusing to look the other girl in the eye for some reason. Chloe was just frowning in thought.

“If you see her again… tell her I can help if she wants. I know I’m probably the last person she wants to deal with but if she needs a place to stay no questions asked, I’m offering. Daddy has a few judges that owe him favors as well so we can probably get her emancipated so she can at least get to her money without worrying about someone tracking her and putting her somewhere she doesn’t want to be.” Ladybug nodded but from her position Selina could see her fighting back tears. “The other thing I wanted to talk about…”

“Yes?” Chloe still hesitated. She looked worried.

“That comment Adrien made, about you looking ragged… he wasn’t wrong.” Ladybug curled in on herself and Chloe panicked. “I’m not say it as a criticism! Ever since those rejects abandoned you it’s obvious things have been getting worse. I don’t know what you home situation is like but it’s kind of obvious it’s less than great.”

“If you’re going to try and convince me to give you a Miraculous-”

“No! No, it’s nothing like that. I just… here.” She pushed something into the hero’s hand and Ladybug just looked at it in confusion.

“What…” Chloe cleared her throat nervously.

“I had part of my floor renovated into a sort of efficiency apartment. That key is to get in through the balcony. The door that leads to the rest of my suite has multiple locks, including bolts that go into the floor that can only be accessed from the inside.” Ladybug blinked at her, not seeming to process what the girl said. “It’s a safe place… if you need it.” There was a long pause then Ladybug lurched forward, pulling the other girl into a hug.

“Thank you.”  The words were soft, almost inaudible, but the emotion behind them was heartbreaking.

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Francis F. NSFW alphabet

warnings // ⚠️ nsfw!! , fem!reader for most

notes // i said i was gonna do this a while ago and i finally got around to it haha. and there’s no need to remind me he’s married; i know. but miss Zelda is not good enough for him, and that is all i have to say about that. let's just pretend he's single okay? :)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he spoils the hell out of you when all is said and done. he'll kiss every bruise he might've left, he praises you for doing such a good job, and then he runs you a nice warm bath for the two of you to share while you drink champagne and enjoy one another's company.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner)

your neck and your thighs; perfect places for bruises. Fitzgerald loves marking up your neck as a form of branding; he wants people to know you belong to someone. leaving hickies on your thighs is something he enjoys doing as well, because it's a nice reminder for you that he owns you.

C = Cum (uhhhh anything to do with cum pretty much)

absolutely loves filling all your pretty holes with his seed and making you his perfect little cumdump. if you're sucking him off he makes you swallow it, and when he's fucking you he will without a doubt pump you full of his cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's got a bit of a voyeurism kink and would lose it to watch you touch yourself without knowing he was watching. it turns him on to think about what his seemingly innocent princess does when she's alone at night, and he has a feeling that you get off on the idea of him watching you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they?)

very. he's got a kid for gods sake. also knowing his age, it's safe to assume he's had his fair share of relationships/sexual partners. regardless, he knows what he's doing and will treat you better than anybody ever will.

F = Favorite position

mating press, if not doggy. Francis loves mounting you and making you take his cock in all your deepest parts, while also looking you in the eye to admire your blissed-out expression. however, he also loves hitting it from the back because it's easier to be rough with you, which he's very fond of.

G = Goofy (are they more serious/laid back/humorous/etc.?)

definitely doesn't joke around or waste time doing so. Fitzgerald keeps things pretty serious, but not in a "buzzkill/mean" way. he's just really romantic with both his words and actions (despite how rough he may get) so there's never any humorous moments to be had.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

pretty well groomed. he keeps himself trimmed unless you ask him to fully shave, in which he will. typically he keeps it bald down there after that first time, but sometimes he waits a little longer before shaving again, hence why he'll keep it trimmed at the least.

I = Intimacy (kinda self explanatory; how intimate/romantic are they in the moment?)

not matter how rough he may or may not be, he will always be intimate. he kisses you so much you can barely breathe and he'll frequently remind you how much he loves you. he praises you a whole bunch as well, and he's very prone to maintaining eye contact.

J = Jack off (masturbation. yay or nay, how often if ever, etc)

he does do it, but surprisingly not that often. it's usually only when he's been missing you a whole bunch, or if you decide to tease him while he's at work and he happens to get hard.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he's got a lot, bare with me.

size kink ~ he towers over you, his hands are huge, and his arms are full. his natural strength and overall muscle make it so easy to manhandle you, which he loves. he also loves how much you squirm when his thick cock stretches you out and stuffs you till you’re full.

breeding ~ the thought of your belly getting full from all his cum just for it to grow plump and round when you eventually get pregnant drives him insane. Francis gets off on the idea of making you a mommy, and to finish inside you is just another way for him to claim ownership of you.

tummy bulging ~ this goes hand-in-hand with both his size kink and his breeding kink. he loves fucking you deep enough to see the outline of his cock in your stomach, and he loves filling you with cum over and over again until you're nice and full.

mini daddy kink ~ he hates admitting it, but hearing you call him “daddy” in a whiny voice turns him on. it’s only arousing when you catch him off guard with it though. (++points if there's an age gap)

mini corruption kink ~ the idea of turning his innocent play thing into a desperate cockslut sends his brain into overdrive. he wants you to you submit to him completely, and understand that you belong to him and only him. he just needs you to know that you are his property.

slight exhibitionism ~ Fitzgerald is extremely proud to call you his, he has no problem flaunting you. window sex is common with him because of this. he's also taken pictures of you in lingerie, and has thought about filming you touch yourself

light bondage ~ the most he'll do is bind your wrists together, but it only happens if you've been "bad." he uses whatever's closest to him, his tie, his belt, or whatever else he can wrap around your wrists.

slight degradation ~ the degrading comments are more of a tease; him calling you a slut, for example, whenever you beg excessively or moan in a whiny tone. nothing he says is said with malicious intent.

praise ~ Fitzgerald praises you as much as he can. calling you a good girl, showering you with compliments, and encouraging you to continue whatever it is you're doing. praise is more common to come from him than degradation is.

orgasm denial/control ~ he only ever denies you as "punishment," because other than that, it doesn't happen often. for example, if you're- what he believes to be- too eager to have sex, he'll tease you by denying you the satisfaction of finishing.

L = Location (their favorite place(s) to mess around)

his office- doesn't matter where. he does prefer bending you over his desk, but he loves having you ride him in his chair, or taking you against the floor-to-ceiling windows just as much. he also likes fooling around in the bathroom; bending you over the counter, fucking you against the tiles of the shower, or letting you ride him while you share a bath.

M = Motivation (what turns them on?)

lingerie, and skimpy clothes that you pass off as being innocent. tiny skirts, mini slip dresses, lace lingerie, silk robes, etc. etc. you just look so pretty getting all dressed up for him, even if you weren't trying to bring attention to yourself, that he can't help but get turned on.

N = No (their turn offs essentially)

weapon play is a big no for him. he'd hate to see you scared, even if it's an empty threat. any type of masochism is also a turn off; hurting you in anyway, an example being intense impact play. and of course any weird shit like a piss kink or a foot fetish is a turn off.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, how skilled are they?)

slight preference for receiving, but he's a god at giving. Francis adores the way you look when you're on your knees and taking every inch of him down your throat. however, he knows exactly how to treat you to make you cum just off his mouth. he takes it slow a majority of the time, but he gets more passionate/eager the closer you get to finishing. it's common for him to edge you this way; using his tongue to stimulate you until you're squirming.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it depends on the mood at that moment. typically things start slow and sensual, then gradually become fast and rough. if you're both desperate, things are immediately rough. if you're simply having sex as a form of celebration (anniversaries, birthdays, etc) then it'll be slow and sensual. though i should mention he's kinda rough even when it's slow.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

quickies don't happen often but he's not opposed to them. a quick fuck session before work or during is something he enjoys. he does prefer having time to fully savor the moment though.

R = Risk (are they down to try new things? do they take risks? etc.)

it may take some convincing, but Fitzgerald will gladly try almost anything if that means it'll make you happy. i don't have much elaboration, it really depends on what you're asking him to do, that'll determine whether he complies or not.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Francis lasts about two rounds if he doesn't use up all his energy in the first one. he paces himself well enough to make each round last a good amount of time, so he'll definitely have you exhausted by the end of the night.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them?)

he doesn't own any but he's willing to use whatever ones you may have. his favorites are vibrators, bullet vibes included. the way you mewl when he presses the vibrator to your clit makes his dick so hard it drives him insane.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he enjoys teasing you, however he doesn't do it excessively. he's more likely to tease you with his words rather than his actions, though this may change depending on his mood.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's not very loud but he does make noise. it's mostly deep, quiet moans, and grunting. he swears quite a bit as well. every noise he lets out is usually in a low tone in your ear, which gives you butterflies every time without fail.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

the two of you have had sex in an elevator before, and he actually enjoyed it more than he thought he would. it was exciting, and thrilling, he was surprised you agreed to it. but since then the two of you definitely fool around there more often than you think you would.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Francis is carrying a whole ass 7 and it's got perfect girth to complement its length. the veins are pretty prominent and the head always struggles pushing into your cunt. once he's in though, he's stretching you out in the best way.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he's got an average sex drive. rarely does he yearn for it so much that he's desperate, but he has his moments. he doesn't have all the time in the world to fool around so he's usually never even thinking about sex unless something provokes him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Fitzgerald will not sleep until you fall asleep first. he makes sure you're nice and cozy under the covers, comfortable and curled up in his arms, before he even thinks about sleeping. he rubs your arm softly or massages your head to lull you to sleep, then he'll drift off once he knows your're sleeping.