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nowis-scales · 2 years

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General Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Suicide

Fandoms: Fire Emblem IF/Fire Emblem Fates

Relationships: Felicia/Ryoma, Camilla/Ryoma, Camilla/Hinoka, Leo/Takumi, Kagero/Orochi, Ryoma/Original Male Character

Additional Tags: Revelation Route, Childhood Abandonment, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder — PTSD, Family Drama, Angst with a Happy Ending, Therapy, Post-Canon, World Building, Character Death, No Deeprealms

Chapter Word Count: 5,349 words

Summary: High Prince Ryoma of Hoshido, now dubbed his majesty, was always believed to be the perfect leader and big brother. But when a long-standing lie is exposed following the Silent War, the perfect shell reveals a self-destructive interior. Now, broken and vulnerable, Ryoma finds himself having to learn to be more than a blade forged in war’s fires. Between political clashes, family conflict, and scars left by a lifetime of pain, there are more than just a few things that need taking care of in the wake of the war… and it’s hard for the king to accept that he just might be one of them.

Chapter Summary: Corrin now knows better than to go antagonizing Ryoma. Hinoka does not. (Alternatively titled: Hinoka sees Ryoma and Corrin’s game of bad decision ping-pong and enters with a steel chair.)

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Believing in people like Ryoma… it’s who I am.

I wish I had never met you!

Where Corrin’s hope began and where it ended.

If she had any idea how to think with her head instead of her heart, she wouldn’t wind up in these messes. Yet here she is again, rapidly melting into a puddle of pathetic tears. She’s practically flying as she races away from her mother’s pond, her feet barely brushing the steps as she moves. Apart of her wants to caution herself, so she doesn’t go tumbling down the stairs in a Felicia-style accident, but no part of her will allow this. Her legs need her to be far away from Ryoma, and they need her to do it now. There is no stopping, no slowing, until she is away from the beast that is tormenting her – the man she used to call “brother”.

Her heartbeat thunders in her ears as she rushes down the stairs. All of the soldiers training in the distance are no more than blotches of colour to her wet eyes as she descends, and the sound of each of her sobs is muffled only by the blood pumping in her veins. A cocktail of emotions, all wrapped up into a single person; a single person who cannot catch her breath to save her life.

I’m lost, a small voice in her head wails, like a child that cannot find its mother, I’m lost and no one can help me!

It’s childish. She knows damn well that it’s childish – but that doesn’t mean that she is at all able to stop the thoughts from coming. The world she sees is exactly the one she promised herself when she decided to look for answers in the first place. With no leads on her father or on the power she holds, she is no closer to peace. She is adrift on an ocean of grey waves, swimming desperately to try and keep herself afloat. The question “who am I?” is all that lingers.

That, and the fear that she may never know.

Her lungs feel like she’s drowning, and she can’t tell if it’s the running or the crying or the fear that’s making her feel this way. In the end, she supposes it doesn’t truly matter. Everything hurts. Every inch of her body aches. Her heart burns the worst, but that should come as no surprise. She can barely keep her eyes open to look at the world in front of her. She barely notices as she comes up closer and closer to Castle Shirasagi, the previously echoing voices of soldiers growing stronger.

“Lady Corrin!”

She barely hears the voice in the distance as she sprints, able only to identify it as a subordinate and a man. Even then, it is only by timbre and title. If it’s a man whom she is particularly familiar with, she’s not sure, but the voice calls out to her nonetheless.

Not that she has it within her to respond to it. Her lungs are being crushed by the iron bars that have since replaced her ribcage.

“Lady Corrin!”

She could not care less about who this man is or what he wants. Her mind’s desire, its only desire, is to get away. Whatever this man needs can wait, because as far as she’s concerned, she now has proof that she is no more than a ticking time bomb. With no presumably no living people to give her answers, she has no chance of finding out the truth.

“Lady Corrin!”

The voice cries out again. She ignores it just as she has ignored the last two. Maybe it’s Jakob. Maybe it’s Silas. Maybe it’s actually Ryoma coming to tell her that he’s sorry. She doesn’t care who it is. Her heart is pulsating in her ears so loudly that she cannot hear anything else. Her tongue tastes of copper and she swears she can feel every swirl of the blood through her veins as she runs, her head spinning, her body trembling with the understanding that nothing will ever be the same again. It’s terrible, it’s all terrible, really – but what is there to be done about it? She can only run now. All that matters to Corrin is that she keeps running, not paying any mind to the soldiers around her and the muffled voices and the-

Whack!

“Ow!” A familiar voice squeaks, sending a jolt of surprise through Corrin. Within seconds both she and the speaker are knocked unceremoniously to the ground, the princess squishing whatever poor soul managed to end up beneath her. Desperately blinking away her tears, Corrin tries to focus on the person she’s just assaulted, still blurry-eyed and disoriented from the journey down.

“Whoa!” Another voice chimes in, this one distinctly raspier in tone. Her muscles tense at the sound. “Are you guys okay?”

As the tears settle in her eyes, she can finally make out the strawberry blonde ponytail she’s been seeing every day for the past fifteen-or-so years. She nearly heaves a sigh – how very ironic for Felicia to be involved in an accident of clumsiness, even when she herself is not the perpetrator. If everything weren’t so horrible, she might have laughed. Instead, she just blinks back her tears and pushes herself off her former retainer, her brain so scrambled that she doesn’t even think to mutter an apology.

“You really came out of nowhere there,” the second voice says, half-laughing, now speaking directly to her as they extend a hand gloved in red, “I’m surprised you didn’t hear Hinata calling out to you. He was yelling pretty loud.”

Even at a total loss of focus, Corrin can identify the voice of her sister – no, Ryoma’s sister – with ease.

But she can’t lift her head up to meet the girl’s face.

“… Corrin?”

Felicia turns her head back to look at her, a frown blooming upon her. Try as she might, Corrin cannot dip her head further fast enough – her friend easily catches her eyes, and notices how they are leaking. With a flick of the head, she signals to Hinoka the damage. Damn it. For all that Felicia lacks in grace and poise, her emotional perceptiveness is unrivalled. All she’s longing for is the world to leave her and her mystery to die peacefully, but of course big-hearted Felicia has to come crawling over. The more cynical part of her longs to push her away, but the rest of her knows that she’s probably going to melt into her arms at the first given opportunity. Tortured as she is, she considers whether that might be okay. Felicia’s a good listener, and she’s loyal enough to know what she has to do, even if she doesn’t like it. It’s Hinoka who will be the problem. She’s the one who will push and push for answers. Corrin all but cringes as Ryoma’s sister crouches down to her level. Why couldn’t Felicia have just been here alone?

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Corrin smears her snotty nose on her kimono sleeve and tries not to look at it, certain the yellow-green smudge will only serve to make her more upset. She’d put on one of the prettier ones in hopes of cheering herself up. Between the kimono and the other girls, she’s not sure to rest her gaze, but she knows better than to think that she’ll be getting away from this without talking. Scraping the bottom of the bowl for her courage, she opens her mouth to speak… But just as before, her voice dies. Everything is still spinning, shaking, screaming, swirling. Her head is swimming. She barely makes notice of the girls exchanging concerned looks between them.

“Did something else happen, milady?”

She can’t even find it within herself to nod pathetically. One can only imagine how many gazes must be on them, how many people are drinking in the sight of her sorrow. The sounds of wooden weapons clashing together continues, voices crying out, but somehow, she still feels as if the whole world has stopped to wait for her response. Did anyone else even notice her knock into Felicia like that, or is she hallucinating all of these prying eyes? Why does she already feel like a caged beast?

“Milady?”

Hinoka’s hand rests on Felicia’s shoulder comfortingly, prompting a split second’s glance. Corrin can’t see either face, yet she can picture in her mind the warmth of Hinoka’s smile, and the creasing of Felicia’s brows as she silently asks for reassurance. The two girls have only just begun a working relationship, with Felicia having been offered a job in Hoshido as a military commander, but already Hinoka’s natural sisterly nature is taking root. If she could silence all of the thoughts about her need for death before destruction, Corrin might have felt happy for them. Felicia never did make friends easily.

“Corrin?” Hinoka’s voice presses, signalling that the attention is now back on her, “Do you want to go somewhere a bit more private, where you can tell me more about what’s going on? I’m sure it’s hard, feeling like all these eyes are on you. I would hate that in your shoes.”

The last thing she really wants is to be alone with her, alone with the sister of the man who has kept her from salvation, but the girls have clearly decided between them who will be the best to comfort her. So this time, this one time, she is able to nod her head. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time that she broke down in front of a large group of people – the fights against her mother and King Sumeragi had taken care of that – but with the impending sense of dread, born of her helplessness, she wanted to be around people like she wanted to walk around in wet socks. Just the sounds of the soldiers’ voices alone sends memories of her rampage in Shirasagi Castle Town Square ringing through her mind. Hinoka may be biased, but if talking to her in private will get her far, far away… it’s the best she can hope for, isn’t it?

So when Ryoma’s sister offers her hand, she accepts it… just this once.

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It takes but fifteen minutes for Corrin’s eyes to be wiped, nose blown, and throat soothed with a cup of peppermint tea.

That’s all it takes.

At the very least, she can draw some relief from the fact that she’s not sobbing like her life is ending anymore. Her breaths are much smoother now, although still imperfect. It’s given her some peace, though she knows it’s about to be interrupted, for she’ll have to explain herself sometime. The first princess is sitting across from her, and waiting very patiently, her thumb stroking the back of Corrin’s hand as she holds it. Every once in awhile, she squeezes it soothingly. She never had much time to hold her mother’s hand, but something in the back of her mind tells her that this is something she used to do. Maybe that’s who Hinoka learned it from.

Still, she doesn’t really want to talk to anybody right now – particularly not the girl in front of her, but she’s essentially trapped in the room until she confesses to what happened. Words will be exchanged either way. All she has to do is work up the courage to let them fall from her lips.

“You can start talking whenever you’re ready, Corrin. There’s no pressure on you to speak quickly.”

I appreciate the sentiment, Hinoka, but the pressure is already here. In fact, I’m not sure it ever left.

In spite of her snarky inner voice, she nods anyway, eyes flitting up every so often to steal glances at her step-sister’s face. Bless her heart, she’s trying and failing not to stare. It’s hard to blame her, given that they are in her bedroom, and she knows the place like the back of her own hand. Between her worn pegasus figurines, pieces of beat-up armour, rolled up futon, and emotionally distressed sister, Corrin knew which she would be looking at in Hinoka’s shoes.

“I take it you probably had another encounter with Ryoma?”

Corrin takes a slow sip of her tea, enjoying the slight hints of flavour as they glide over her tongue. She always did like peppermint tea. Even so, she knows better than to savour it for too long. As her cup meets the table once more, she heaves a heavy sigh and pushes a hand through her bangs.

“I-I made a terrible mistake, Hinoka,” is all she manages to croak out. It’s hard to believe that once upon a time, she was a leader, commanding an army to take down a deranged dragon god. Now, she feels smaller than ever. The trembling of her voice makes it seem as if she would struggle to order her own meal at a restaurant. “I never should have done it.”

“Done what?” The other girl asks, lowering her head as if this will somehow help her meet Corrin’s gaze. Why does she have to be so interested in trying to meet their eyes? Weren’t Hoshidans supposed to consider excessive eye contact disrespectful? Temptation to bite at her lips prods at her, but she’s probably nibbled them raw already.

“I… I sought him out,” she confesses, unwilling to even say his name, “I thought… things would be better after last night. If I could just a-ask him about my past… If I could just get him to see things m-my way…”

Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Hinoka wince a little, but she still nods sympathetically. Lilith was most certainly right about the conversation being a bad decision. Even Corrin’s own impression of Hinoka’s reluctance was bang-on.

“B-But I was wrong. He had nothing to say to me… He doesn’t c-care about what happens to me.”

“I’m sure that’s not true-”

“He said, “I should be grateful that you left us”,” she interjects, gripping the handle of her tea cup so hard that she fears shattering the pure white porcelain, “Loving you was the worst mistake of my father’s life. Do my… family a favour… and run back to y-your…”

Her voice is breaking as she speaks, and the stroking of her thumb grows stronger. If she had it her way, she might have launched herself across the table to hug her step-sister, but she knows now is the time to exercise restraint with her. The situation has grown too unpredictable. She’s Corrin’s now, but who knows where her allegiances truly lie?

“… I couldn’t give less of… of a f-fuck if someone tried to s-s-spill your blood…”

A sharp gasp sneaks out of Hinoka’s throat, her eyebrows raising in shock. When she speaks, it’s barely even a whisper. “H-He said that to you?”

She nods in reply, whimpering quietly. All of those tears she shed earlier, yet somehow, there are still more inside of her. She must have an entire ocean behind her eyes.

“I can’t believe he would say that…” Hinoka clenches her fist. “Why in the hell would he say that?! What is the matter with him?!”

In fairness, Corrin thinks, I might have brought it on myself. It didn’t take a genius to know that going after Sumeragi would be a low blow. Admittedly, that might have been why she said what she did. He wanted to hurt her, and it made her want to hurt him, too. She doesn’t admit this. She doesn’t want to admit this. Hinoka’s anger just makes her want to go running into her arms and be held until it all feels better. But Hinoka is not that type of sister, and the fact that she even notes this makes her stomach ache with guilt. Maybe Ryoma was right – why would she want Hinoka’s caring words and gestures when she could have Camilla’s cuddling and promises for vengeance? The thought, however brief, makes the tears come back with a vengeance. Her heart sinks when she sees Hinoka soften at the sight of her weepy eyes. She doesn’t even know the horrible things that Corrin is thinking about her right now. Maybe Ryoma really was right.

“I’m so sorry that happened, Corrin. Really, I am. I don’t know what happened between the two of you, what else was said, but I promise that nothing he said is how I or anyone else in our family feels. We’re all so happy to have you back in our lives, whether we’re born of the same father or whether we just share the same sun and sky. Nothing he says could ever change what you mean to us, including what we found out last night.”

Whimpering like a child just seems like all she’s good for these days. It’s all she can do, even in spite of Hinoka’s kindness.

“Don’t take anything Ryoma says to heart. He’s stubborn and set in his ways – always has been. He just wants to avoid feeling guilty about what he did, that’s why he said those things. For someone who seems so strong, he can be a real coward.”

Swiping at her cheeks, she nods. “H-He was angry at me for not accepting him back into my life.”

Hinoka’s lips press together in contemplation, and her brows crease. For a moment, it looks like she might confess to something, but the reflectiveness in her expression fades before the words escape. “That sounds like him. He hates fighting with family.”

But I’m not your family.

“I-I called him a liar.”

To Corrin’s surprise, Hinoka merely shrugs. “He shouldn’t get mad at you for calling him what he is. Even if you started it, that’s just you telling him to face the music.”

She sniffles wetly. “I j-just… I didn’t w-want to fight with him. Not at first.”

“Then what did you want? You never did say why you decided to talk to him. I hope you didn’t go over to him to apologize, because you had no reason to.”

“No, I…” she swallows thickly, hesitating to reply. “I w-w-wanted to know who my father was. My real father.”

Hinoka blinks in surprise, brows raised in slight curiosity. “And what did he say?”

“That he doesn’t know anything.”

Once again, the first princess’s lips return to their pressed contemplation, and her index finger taps on the low table absent-mindedly. It’s a soft movement, not too aggressive. Just a tap, tap, tap. “That’s probably bullshit.”

A heavy sigh leaves her at the reply. All of that back-and-forth with Ryoma left her feeling as if she was crazy for even daring to suggest such a thing, yet Hinoka’s input helps to soothe that worry – if only a little.

“Y-You think so?” Corrin sniffles.

“Why would Father tell him that you weren’t his child, but conveniently leave out who’s child you were? It’s too straight an explanation.” The tapping on the table grows more intense, her head beginning to shake.

“He s-said that King Sumeragi didn’t even know. O-O-Or at least, he thought he didn’t.”

“Do you think Mother would keep it a secret from him?”

“I… I can’t really say. I didn’t…” She glances away briefly, not sure how to put what she wants to say. There’s no way to say it that doesn’t sound harsh, she knows this, but even in her hurt she’s the kind of person who knows that she has to try. “You probably knew her better than I did, Hinoka.”

There’s a flicker of hurt in Hinoka’s expression, but Corrin knows it’s not because of her maliciousness. The truth, however ugly, does hurt sometimes – and in the back of her mind, Hinoka knows that Mikoto and Corrin were parted for far too long for her to be able to determine her character. In the end, she would fare better deferring to her own judgement. How much confidence she has in that, based off her expression alone, is tough to say. The table tapping doesn’t stop. Corrin imagines she should take that as a sign.

“I was afraid you were going to say that.”

Her shoulders rise and fall. “I wish it w-weren’t true, but…” she wipes at her nose, “It is.”

Hinoka squeezes her eyes shut, teeth gritted. “It’s cruel that I had so much time with her and you didn’t.”

The unspoken belief that she was undeserving of Mikoto’s love hangs in the air for a moment. At any other time, Corrin would know what to say. Right now, however, she’s speechless. What could a lost dragon’s child say to an orphaned princess who just wanted her birth mother? It would be different if it were sister-to-sister. It just isn’t, in the end, and that’s the problem. The situation being what it is, for Corrin, words are things that just keep dying in her mouth.

“It… doesn’t matter now,” is all she can think to utter. “I’m sure your call would be as good as mine.”

Hinoka chuckles bitterly. “I appreciate the vote of confidence.”

Corrin swirls her tea around in the cup absent-mindedly. A moment of silence permeates the air between them as her counterpart reflects, sifting through her memories of time with her late step-mother. She doesn’t say much, nor does her expression twist, yet there is a glimmer of recognition in the twitch of her lips.

“The thing about Mother was that she was the kind of person who could tell you a lot while also telling you next to nothing. She was always open about her faults and shortcomings, and all of her feelings, but there were lots of things about her we never got to know. Other than you, she didn’t talk much about her family and her home. I guess we know now that it was within good reason, but your father…” Hinoka shakes her head. “He must have been from That Place, because she wouldn’t talk about him.”

“Do you think she knew that King Sumeragi told Ryoma? Would she have told Ryoma anything about my father if he asked?”

“If either of them had any understanding we didn’t, they never made it clear. It doesn’t count for much now, though. Between the Silent War and Ryoma’s lie, we know that deception was a skill they shared.”

I wonder if it was my mother who taught him how to lie. She did guide him into kinghood, after all. Lying can be an important skill in politics… It’d be very ironic if it were Mother’s teachings that put me through this.

“If she didn’t know until he asked, though, I doubt she would have told him. It would be too risky.”

“But wouldn’t the risk add to the reward? I mean, just thinking of what it might mean for Hoshido.”

Hinoka quirks a brow, that same bitter laugh escaping her once more. “I don’t really follow you. The curse would be good enough reason to not tell him, but what does that have to do with Hoshido?”

The weight of the question, dense and heavy as a pile of bricks, seems to weigh on Corrin’s shoulders. Their gazes are linked, but she wants to look away. Had she the choice, she might have stolen Hinoka’s earlier tactic of just staring around the room. Still, she’s not so much of a fool as to think that that might make these unpleasant feelings swimming around in her stomach go away. Drawing in a deep breath, she wets her raw lips with her tongue, knowing once again that there is no other way to do this than to be frank.

“When Mother came to Hoshido, she came because she was fleeing her homeland. She claimed that I was King Sumeragi’s baby just to get an audience with him to ask for help. The reason why I went to t-talk to Ryoma earlier, the reason why I feel like I need to know this… It’s because I think m-my father might have been Anankos.”

“What?!” The first princess jerks back, staring at her step-sister like she’s suddenly sprouted tentacles from her ears. “How the hell did you come to that conclusion?!”

Ow.

Hinoka murmurs her apologies the minute she catches the grimace on Corrin’s face. It doesn’t stop the tightness of her throat, nor the desire to clutch at her sleeve. She’d almost look away from her entirely if she could, but she knows being a petty child about it won’t solve things. Tactless as she was, her step-sister is just trying to help. “D-Didn’t you hear what he said to me before our last battle with him? How he wanted to use me as a puppet? He said that I was one of his bloodline.”

“Wasn’t he Valla’s god, though?” Hinoka replies, stopping to wince for only a moment until she remembers of the broken curse. Even Corrin’s muscles squeeze a little before she recalls, as if she hadn’t just said the name herself, as if she hadn’t just heard Ryoma scream it at the top of his lungs. “He probably meant that you were of his bloodline the same way the rest of us have the blood of the Dawn Dragon.”

“But you can’t turn into a dragon like I can.”

Hinoka’s mouth opens then closes.

“Azura was the one who said that she thought it was normal – before she wanted to tell anyone about Valla.”

“Do you think Azura knew, too?”

Corrin shakes her head. “No. She was just as shocked as the rest of us when Ryoma mentioned it, and last night she was muttering about having her suspicions, based on the timeline her own mother gave her.”

“I see…” Her expression looks terribly pinched, all furrowed brow and pressed lip. Watching her is like watching someone work through a complex problem in real time. It’s hard to blame her for that. The situation is a lot to take in. “So what you’re worried about is-”

“The likelihood of my being Anankos’s daughter.”

Hinoka’s stiffens with the secret now out in the open, and through clenched teeth she mutters: “Yeah. That.”

“Hinoka, if I… I am his daughter; I’ll be a danger to everyone. I could go mad just like he did. That’s the only reason I’m so stuck on this. That’s the only reason why I would even consider going to talk to Ryoma after what happened last night.”

She nods slowly.

“It wasn’t just our fight that was hurting me, it was knowing that I was lost. If he’s telling the truth and he doesn’t know anything, then there’s no one alive who can help me. But if there’s a chance, even the slightest chance that he’s lying…”

“That’s why you didn’t believe him.”

It’s Corrin’s turn to nod, biting down on her lip to stop it from quivering. She’s cried enough today, thank you. “Almost every part of me wanted to.”

“I know. I’m sure you did.” Hinoka assures her, finally releasing the hand she’d been holding the whole way through. For a minute, Corrin wonders if she intends to get up and leave, but when she sees her rise and step forward, she knows exactly where she’s going. A breath of pure relief leaves her when, in a matter of seconds, she is wrapped in the warm embrace of her loved one.

“Thank you for being there for me,” Corrin mumbles, nuzzling her face into the other girl’s shoulder, “I was so scared to tell you, but you made me feel safe.”

Hinoka’s shoulder bounces with a slight laugh, her hand resting upon the back of Corrin’s head and stroking her hair. “Thanks for being honest with me, too. It must have been hard to tell anyone this… but I promise you, no matter what happens, we will figure this out, okay? I’ll always have your back. I’ll come up with something.”

If she could cuddle up any closer, she would do so in a heartbeat. “Thank you,” she whispers again, trying not to cry once more, “Really, just… thank you.”

“Hey, I’m your big sister. It’s my job to take care of you.”

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An hour and a half after the two princesses depart, a message and a stack of books arrive at Corrin’s bedroom in Setsuna’s hands.

If her step-sister’s retainer has any idea what she’s handling, she doesn’t show it. She simply asks her superior about her day as she’s handing over the books, saying something about how Lady Hinoka was really excitable that day because she’d “had a really great idea”. Then she went off on some tangent about how her liege’s excitement reminded her of this one time she followed a really excited squirrel for a few minutes only to get caught in some trap. The conversation, like most with Setsuna, was rather weird, and in all honesty it was a relief just to be able to get it over with. When at last she stood alone with the books in her hands, the ease that melted over her was enough to keep the ferocity of her own thoughts away… For about thirty seconds. And then she remembered that she would have to unfurl the carefully tied scroll. Though it took her a few minutes to work up the courage, when she finally did, she found a note with Hinoka’s handwriting hastily scribbled across it.

Corrin,

I was thinking about what you said earlier about how lost you would be if Ryoma really was telling the truth, and I realized that we may never be able to tell whether or not he’s lying or keeping secrets in person, but there is one place so private to him that he may have been willing to document it.

Accompanied by this message are three of Ryoma’s journals. They’re older ones from when he was younger, so I doubt he’ll notice they’re gone – I think the ones you have are probably from when he was a teenager, about sixteen or seventeen – but they may have some of the information you need. I have some of his earlier ones myself, and I have passed along the others to Takumi, Azura, Hinata, and Setsuna. Just because of how many there are, I thought it made the most sense to get outside help to try and read all of them. I have told everyone involved that if they come across information about your father, you should be the first to know. I’m sure you know that Ryoma will be furious with us if he finds out that we took these, so please be careful to hide them and not read them when anyone is around – and please don’t mention it to anyone we haven’t already told. Telling Sakura or Silas might be tempting, but their consciences are much too fragile to have this weighing on them.

Honestly, I know doing this will probably weigh heavily on you, too. No matter how bad things between you and Ryoma get, I know you don’t actually want to do anything that would hurt him. No matter how much of a jerk he’s being, I can’t say I want to, either. For now, though, this is the only way we can help you, and it may be the only way that we can help him, too. As bad as this may seem, I hope you can trust me and find the answers that you need. Maybe someday he’ll understand.

I really hope our talk earlier helped you, and I’m praying to the gods that we find the answers you deserve. No matter what these books may say, please know that you’ll always be my little sister.

Best of luck,

Hinoka

Corrin takes one last long stare at the note, running her thumb along the edge of her sister’s signature before rolling it up tight and placing it on her writing desk. Then, books under one arm, she settles down on her futon for a bit of reading.

#FE Blood-Splattered Child #Uploaded this to AO3 like 2 days ago and forgot to post it here whoop I am very sorry #As always feedback is appreciated my darlings :) but I understand if you just wanna enjoy too

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sunnebeam · 9 months

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"my boss just gave me orders."

A 'PERKS OF BEING A HOUSEHUSBAND' DRABBLE.

pairing: min yoongi x reader

plot: the (mis)adventures of retired gangster min yoongi as he leaves behind the life of the mafia and navigates the way of the househusband.

warnings: the way of the househusband au, marriage au, crack, domesticity, yoongi being oblivious & wifey being horn knee ;)

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: in case u didn't know, i'm still currently on my aug-oct vacation (see details in pinned post!) and this post was scheduled in advance :> tbf i don't really like how this turned out (well what's new?) but i hope u guys still enjoy this. and as always, feedback & reviews are highly appreciated!

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Holly barks at you, welcoming you home, leading you to coo and kiss the poodle hello. Your husband follows right after, taking your bag from your shoulder and welcoming you with a big smooch on the lips.

"Welcome home, darling," Yoongi greets you with his signature uneven smile.

He's changed up his outfit today, choosing to wear a fitted black shirt that outlines his chest beautifully. You drool at the sight.

"Welcome home, indeed," you echo back.

"Are you hungry?" he asks you.

"Mhm," you confirm.

You step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I'm so hungry, Yoonie," you continue in what you hope to be a seductive tone. "Absolutely starving."

Unfortunately, your husband takes it literally.

"Why? Did you work through your lunch break?"

"No, no, Yoonie, I meant—"

"That can't do, darling," he says in a no-nonsense tone. "We need to get some food in you. Come on, quick."

And Yoongi leaves you there – stunned, horny, and in disbelief.

But you remain persistent. You try again after dinner and after you've both finished washing the dishes.

"Yoonie? Wanna watch some Netflix and chill with me?"

This should work. Your husband's a millennial. Surely, he knows what Netflix & Chill means, right? Right?

Wrong.

"This is a good movie," your husband mumbles through a mouthful of popcorn. "You picked a good movie, darling. It's well-directed and the cinematography is outstanding."

You smile dryly in response.

You're both seated on the couch with clothes still on, unfortunately. Naturally, Yoongi took your words for what they were and is currently engrossed in the Netflix film you mindlessly picked.

Looks like you need to be more specific.

"God, it's so hot in here!" you exclaim in exaggeration, fanning yourself with your hand. "Aren't you feeling hot, Yoonie?"

He finally takes his eyes off the movie to focus on you.

"Uh, no?" he responds in confusion, staring at the thermostat that showed an acceptable temperature. "Are you?"

"I am!" you tell him. "I feel so hot. Maybe we should take our clothes off and—"

"Hang on, darling," he cuts you off, and promptly stands. "I know what to do."

He heads somewhere for a few seconds before returning with a portable mini-fan.

"Do you want me to hold it for you? So your arm won't get tired?"

You blink at him. Honestly, you could cry. Whether because of his sweet gesture or because of how dense he is, you don't know.

"On second thought, Yoonie, I think I'm fine now."

"Are you sure? Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry," you start to say, but then you realize you could use this opportunity as a final attempt. "Actually..."

Yoongi stares at you, waiting.

"...I'm not completely fine. I've been so stressed lately, you know?"

"From work?" he asks.

"Yeah. I think I need some stress relief..." You look him in the eye to get your point across. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

There's a glint in Yoongi's eyes.

"I understand completely, darling."

Finally.

But wait.

Where is he going?

And what's that he's bringing?

"Aroma therapy," Yoongi tells you seriously, placing a diffuser near you and setting it up. "Essential oils are known to help with stress. Don't worry, darling, I've got you."

Of course, you sigh internally.

You should've known better than to beat around the bush with your blunt, straightforward husband.

You grab his hands.

"Yoonie! Stop it!"

"But the oils—"

"Forget the oils. I don't need aroma therapy, okay?"

He's genuinely confused. "But you said—"

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm not too stressed out, alright? You don't need to worry. I just..."

"Just what?"

You grip his chin and bring his face closer.

"I just want you to fuck me."

It's out in the open now and your husband blinks at you for a few moments, before realization dawns on him and he smirks lazily at you.

"Why didn't you just say so?"

You shrug, smiling now that he finally gets it.

"Well," he grunts, "my boss just gave me orders. What should I do?"

You play along with him, wrapping your arms around his neck, making your lips hover just centimeters from his.

"I think you shouldn't make her wait any longer," you say cheekily. "And I think you shouldn't hold back on her tonight."

Yoongi sweeps you up in his arms, making you squeal.

"Be careful what you wish for, darling," he tells you in that deep voice of his and you feel your underwear dampen.

And without wasting any more time, Yoongi carries your horny ass to your shared bedroom where he fucks you all through the night.

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matan4il · 1 year

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Hello Alice,

it’s miya again :) I hope all has been well with you. I really loved your meta this week & it made me realize the reason I appreciate your analysis so much. You write about buddie but you write about them as buck AND eddie and not like they are one combined single unit. buck and eddie are their own people with different personalities and i think people forget that sometimes when it comes to talking about them together.

I love how the focus of your analysis was eddie and his clear childhood/adolescent trauma dealing with traditional parents who believe in only one way of doing things. I feel like people kinda missed that when talking about eddie & his performing. i know people interpreted the performing line as literal but it’s much deeper than that and you pointed that out very well. it all goes to show you we look at things through so many different lens but i love your focus point so much. you honestly make me want to get better at my own writing and analysis for this two lovers.

I wanted to ask you though on your thoughts about buck downplaying his brush with death. He never has explicitly said out loud “i died” & I do think that moments coming soon. I just found it interesting that everyone keeps reiterating that to him & i wonder if he’ll snap the next time someone says it. Buck has not processed or accepted that his trauma happened. him referring to him literally dying as “an accident on the job” breaks my heart cause you can tell he wants people to stop making a big deal of it, despite it being very serious. he is suppressing his trauma which i understand as someone with ptsd. anyways sorry for my rambling. buck is my favorite & character i connect to the most so i tend to babble a lot lol. hope you have a lovely rest of your day/evening/night whenever you see this ❤️

Miya, you darling! :D I'm always so happy to hear from you! I've had a very challenging week (which is not yet over... when you read this, I'll probably be recovering from another double shift), but the feedback on everything that I was most stressing out about has been amazing, so I'm exhausted, but very satisfied! How are you? Well, I hope!

Awww! Yes, that's exactly it! I think I even explained it in one of my earlier weekly meta posts, that I'll be writing about Buck, Eddie AND BuckandEddie. So I'm glad that's something you not only noticed, but also enjoy! ^u^ Thank you SO MUCH for the kind words! And I'm particularly please to learned you liked my POV on Eddie in my 614 meta. I know I've spoken to a very perceptive friend of mine back when... I think it was still s3 airing? Or possibly start of season 4, and despite how smart and insightful she is, she had missed the bit about Eddie's conversation with Bobby back in 217. So yeah, I think a lot of people might have? We all miss something, since 911 serves us with so much goodness. And I'm glad if in this case, this is something I can add to the table.

I fully agree with you, Buck is not really coping with what happened, given the fact that he's not yet said it out loud, and other characters have to remind him of it repeatedly. I also wondered this week if his PT scores being low is also a reflection of him still struggling with the lightning strike and how to recover from it. Because remember in 301, when he was coming back from the fire truck crushing his leg? He still aced his re-qualification exam. Even after he also suffered a pulmonary embolism during that very same period of time AND survived (and rescued others during) a tsunami, we never got any indication that his physical ability to bounce back had been diminished. So that suddenly changing? It could be a sign of the gravity of the matter, and how this is different, and Buck has to wrap his head around it, but because he hasn't yet, his full recovery is also stalling. I don't wanna get too much into spoilers, but based on the little that we do know about the finale, I feel like if this isn't addressed before the end of the season, then it should be in its very last ep. The themes seem like they would easily lend themselves to it, in any case. I hope that's what happens! If it also leads to some breakthrough with Eddie, one of them finally, finally ADMITTING what the other one means to them, I would be ecstatic, but I would absolutely take the win if we simply see Buck starting to actually face the trauma he had just been through.

Thank you again for your wonderful ask! I hope you're having a great day. As always, my ask tag. xoxox

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Laisse tomber les filles 8

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; sexual acts and dubcon

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: More Lee for y’all. Yesterday was chaotic and I’m exhausted.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

You only owned two dresses; the royal blue tea length sheath you wore to your graduation and the silvery gray A-line with the fuller skirt. You chose the former, the straighter cut more like your usual style, and slid your feet into your mary janes. You pulled on a crochet sweater and paced the small space of your room.

You didn’t want to keep the sheriff waiting, couldn’t, but you were again, ridiculously early. When you thought about your meeting after class, you shook and had to slow your breathing before it got out of control. The look in his eyes, the vice of his hand on your arm, and the timbre in his voice clung to you.

He was the first boy, well man, to ever take interest in you. Maybe that was why it felt so strange. You told yourself that’s what it was as you wrung your hands and checked the small clock next to your bed. Fifteen minutes.

You made yourself sit as you were overwhelmed by the questions brewing in your head. What if he wanted to touch you again? What if you felt that same tickle deep inside? Was it wrong? Could it be if it felt so nice? He said you knew what the two of you were, but you had no idea.

You took your pocketbook and turned out the light. You heard Ellie and Gina in the kitchen but quickly snuck out the main door. You nearly tumbled down the first flight of stairs, taking the last few with your hand on the railing. You got to the door and let yourself out slowly.

The cruiser was already there, waiting for you. You checked your slender watch, five to six. You squeezed the strap of your bag and played with the bottom of your sweater. Lee emerged from his car and opened the passenger door, waiting patiently as he wished you a good evening. His tone as if your last meeting had been just as cordial.

You stopped and stared at him as you approached. He smiled and tilted his head as he leaned on the door.

“What’sa matter, honey pie?” he asked.

You searched his expression, the shadow of his hat casting sinister lines under his eyes.

“I thought you were mad--”

“Oh, honey, that was just a little tiff,” he purred, “I can’t stay mad at a pretty little thing like you.”

You nodded and bit down on your reticence. You sat in the car and sidled open as he shut the door. He went around and got in the other side. He took his hat off and smoothed his hair. He put the hat between you and turned the keys.

“Now don’t go blabbering telling everyone I let you sit in the front on duty,” he chided as he steered away from the curb, “else I’ll have to keep you in the back like a bad girl.”

You frowned and uttered a vow that you wouldn’t. You watched campus pass outside and Lee came to a stop as a group of students crossed ahead of him. He peered over at you and reached over to touch the sleeve of your sweater.

“You look nice,” he remarked, “very nice… I could eat you up but I was saving room for shakes.”

“I’m not very hungry,” you said quietly, “thank you.”

“Whatcha bein’ so sad for, girl?” he asked tersely as he pressed down on the gas.

You shook your head and kept your eyes out the window. It was so confusing how he could act like nothing happened. How one moment he was demanding and decisive and the next coaxing and coddling. Well, your mother always said that men were impossible to understand.

“Don’t you be shy with me, you know me, honey,” he coaxed, “I only been nice to you, haven’t I? I take you out, I make you dinner, buy you pretty clothes.”

“I know, I said, er, I said thank you and I can’t…” you shrugged and let out a breath, “sure, I’ll have vanilla.”

He was quiet as he drove past the welcome to campus sign and turned out onto the main way.

“You can always tell me what’s wrong, honey,” he said softly, “if there’s anything you need. I wanna take care of you.”

“I…” you sniffed and looked away from the window, “I’m not your daughter, I got a father.”

“Oh no,” he scoffed, “you ever do what we done with your father?”

“You don’t need to take care of me. I’m supposed to be… grown up,” you insisted.

“Look, we ain’t gotta talk about this now, I was gonna wait til the shakes,” he replied as his hand gripped the wheel so tightly you heard the leather groan, “I got a surprise and you’re gonna spoil it.”

“Alright,” you mumbled, “I won’t ruin it then.”

He pulled in the shake shop and you played with the clasp of your purse, pushing it open then snapping it shut nervously. He ordered and you waited in pendulous silence, swinging between dread and pure anxiety. What did he mean a surprise? Everything he did surprised you.

He handed you your cup and you sipped through the straw to distract yourself. The sugary drink cooled your stomach as it washed over your tongue. Lee played with the radio and slurped noisily.

‘Kiss me my darling, Be mine tonight Tomorrow will be too late, It's now or never My love won't wait.’

Elvis Presley’s deep tone rose from the radio and the lyrics made you squirm. You never really listened to the words before. You liked the beat but you were unsettled by the urgency of the lyrics and melody together.

The song ended and another began to play, followed by the radio host chatting about new sounds and new bands. You couldn’t follow his over pronounced words as your leg jiggled nervously. The silence, the anticipation of whatever it was Lee had planned, was worse than anything.

He plunked his empty cup down on the other side of him and hummed in approval, “wasn’t that good, honey?”

He slid over the seat until he was almost against you. You bit the end of the straw and nodded. You had only a mouthful or two left but you couldn’t get it down. He cleared his throat and shoved his hand under his jacket and hesitated.

“So, uh, I wanted to… show you how much I like you, honey, since we’re goin’ steady now,” he said as your brow crinkled in confusion. Steady? Is that what this was? “I got you this.”

He took out a box and opened it carefully. It was a slender rosy gold ring with a single small stone of aquamarine nestled in the middle of silver rose. You gaped at it as your face played at your curiosity and concern.

“It’s a promise ring,” he took the ring, “don’t you like it? Pretty little flower like you, honey pie.”

You put your cup in the corner where the seat met the side of the car. He took your left hand before you could react and slipped the ring on gently. He tilted your hand to admire it in the dimming light and kissed your knuckle.

“You like it, don’t you, honey?” he asked as he let you go.

You held your hand up and stared at the ring. You own only a few pieces of jewelry, all fake and all hand-me-downs. You could tell this was real but that wasn’t as daunting as the meaning.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a place keeper,” he continued as he slipped his arm over your shoulders and you tensed, “I’ll buy you something even nicer for when I pop the question.”

“What?”

“Mmm, honey, you know I’m gonna marry you, don’t ya?” he purred as he reached to your right hand and pushed his fingers between yours, “I wouldn’t ever mistreat you like that.”

“I…” your breath went out of you. Marriage? You were still in college, you weren’t even twenty, and Lee, he was divorced and older than your father.

“It’s okay, that’s not just yet, I just…” he hesitated, but he never struggled for words. It felt ingenuine, “I also wanted to apologise for earlier. I don’t like to be angry with ya, honey pie.”

You were silent as he clung to your hand and your other strained as you felt the band with your thumb. You couldn’t think straight, your head was spinning and your vision blurred oddly. It all felt too fast. The world needed to slow down.

“I’m sorry, honey, do you forgive me?” he asked as his thumb caressed the back of your hand.

You peeked up at him and nodded, quickly dropping your chin again to stare at the dashboard. He leaned over and kissed the top of your head.

“Good,” he hummed, “‘cause I think I’m falling for ya.”

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natashxromanovf · 3 years

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what about prompt 1 with Loki and he's been like oddly distant with the reader and it's bc he's fallen for them and he's a bit like 'damn that's scary' dskcjbk only if u like it though <3

Love

Loki Laufeyson x gn!reader

Word count: 688

Warnings: I don’t think there are any

A/N: I hope you like this, Lena! Thank you for requesting <3

Loki has distanced himself and it pains you to watch it. Your friendship is something special, one you haven’t had before; he’s the person you first run to when something happens, either that’s a bad or a good thing. He’s the one you always rent to, the one person you can always trust no matter how delicate the situation is. Not seeing him much broke something in you, feeling like you did something wrong, said something he didn’t like. It’s painful to watch him avoid you, walking out every time you enter the room.

You tried asking Thor about it even though it was a long shot - the brothers are trying to hang out more, be more like siblings but everything is still fresh, there’s almost no possibility he would know anything.

But in reality, Loki was scared. He started experiencing something he never did before; he believes humans call it love. And to be honest, it terrifies him to death; even though there’s no one he would want more to be his first love than you. The feeling is new and he doesn’t know how to deal with it, choosing the worst possibility he could - avoiding.

“Okay, that’s enough,” you state as you enter the kitchen, slapping your hand on the table to gain Loki’s attention. He flinches a little, not expecting this kind of outburst to experience first thing in the morning. Not that he didn’t deserve it though. He’s been a terrible friend in the past few weeks, all because he’s scared. “You’ve been avoiding me and I’m sick of it. I’m sick of not seeing you and worse, not being able to talk to you. Who am I supposed to tell about how my best friend broke up with her boyfriend or how my sister is getting married? What, am I gonna go and ramble to Steve about it?”

“I understand you’re angry,” he begins, putting down the spoon he was previously holding.

“I’m not angry. I’m furious,”

“Right. And you have every right to be. I’ve been an awful friend lately and I apologize for that. Sincerely.” he adds, your features softening a little but not completely. It’s gonna take a lot more than ´sorry´ to fix things and Loki knows it. He at least owes you an explanation - he just has to collect the courage to tell you.

“Thank you,” you say, sitting down beside him. An apology is a good start after all and knowing how hard it is for him to say sorry, you’re very grateful for it. “Now wanna tell me what’s wrong?” you ask, the anger slowly going away, pure curiosity and worry replacing it.

Taking a deep breath Loki starts talking, looking everywhere but at you. “I didn’t know what was happening at first. It started with this urge to smile whenever you’re around. And then there was this feeling in my stomach every time we touched, I believe you call it butterflies. It felt so weird but beautiful at the same time, I just didn’t know what to do. So I did what I do best; start avoiding you. I guess it was just easier to cope this way,” he confesses, earning a smile from you. You’ve never heard anyone describe love so amazingly before. And truth be told, you feel the same as he does but you guessed that it’s better to keep your relationship as it is than ruin everything.

“Being in love is not a weakness, you know?”

“I do now,” he replies, taking your hand in his, softly running his thumb along your knuckles. “And I understand if you don’t feel the same, darling, I just wanted to let you know,”

“Oh, Loki,” you sigh as you move closer, catching his lips with yours, pulling them into a sweet kiss. You pour all the emotions into the gesture, the kiss feeling heavier than it should but pleasing nonetheless.

Being his first love feels special, all the power to show him how beautiful it can be in your hands. It’s a huge responsibility too but most of all, it’s wonderful.

I hope you enjoyed this piece! As always feedback is very much appreciated <3

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erule · 3 years

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All of my love | t.h.

Pairing: Boxer!Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tom has got an important match to attend, but when the reader calls him to let him aware of her knowing that he cheated on her, he has to choose what’s really important to him.

Warnings: drunk!reader, jealous!reader, mention of cheating, fluff, angst, happy ending my darlings!! (because we deserve it, at least in fanfics)

Word count: 900ish

A/N: Hello hello! You didn’t get rid of me! This fic is inspired by yesterday’s video of Tom boxing and the song called Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo. But don’t worry about the ending: it’s full of fluff! Enjoy my comeback.

If you wanna be tagged in my Tom Holland/Peter Parker fics, just let me know in my ask box! You can also find me on AO3 and Wattpad. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer!

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“Tom, I need you to pick up the phone,” Harrison said. “Y/N’s calling”.

“Tell her I’m gonna call her later, after the match. Now I have to focus,” Tom replied, taking a deep breath.

“No, you have to answer, Tom. I think that she’s drunk,” he said.

Tom furrowed his brows, but then he took the phone from his friend’s hands and answered the call.

“Darling?”

“Hey, Tommy! I told you that he would have answered, Chantal. How are you, my love? Have you won already?”

“What? Y/N, the match is in ten minutes. Are you drunk?” Tom asked, concerned about you but also angry. You knew that it was important to him, but you decided to ruin everything making him feel worried about you. That wasn’t the Y/N he knew.

“Nah, Tommy, I’m okay,” you said, chuckling.

“You never call me Tommy,” he stated and you remained quiet. “Y/N, what’s happening?”

“But she does. Am I right, Tommy?” You say and he hears your voice cracking in the middle.

“Who?”

“Hannah. Your new girl. The Internet exploded today. There are pictures everywhere”.

“Y/N, can we talk about this when I get home?” Tom asked, lowering his voice, because he didn’t want Harrison to listen to him.

You laughed. A really emotionless laugh. Hiding your pain somewhere into it.

“You’re not gonna find me when you’ll get home,” you said and then, he heard nothing. Your voice was gone.

He remained still in front of the window of the locker room, looking at the city lights. He thought that he had a choice to make: either he could have tried to win the match or he could have looked for you, in order to explain what had really happened with Hannah. But he couldn’t choose.

“Tom?” Harrison called. He turned, his eyes glossy. “What’s wrong?”

“What if… what if I lose Y/N, Haz?” He asked.

He shaked his head.

“What do you mean? You love her to death. You asked her to move in a month ago. Have you changed your mind?”

He swallowed.

“Hannah kissed me yesterday”.

Harrison nodded, carefully.

“And did you like it?”

Tom seemed distant, absent. Harrison knew that he was thinking about something, but he couldn’t quite understand what the matter was. It didn’t really seem to be something about Hannah.

“No,” he finally said and Harrison felt relieved.

“Alright. So, what are you thinking?”

“I don’t know what I’m doing, Haz. I just know that I have a chance to get out from this relationship right now. I could win the match tonight. But I don’t wanna lose her and this scares me a lot. I feel paralyzed. What does it mean?” He asked, the corner of his eyes stained with red.

Harrison gave him a soft smile, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“It means that you’re in love with her, Tom. So much. And I get that it scares you, but it’s also something that should give you courage,” Harrison said. “Now go and get her, I’m gonna find a way to reschedule the match”.

“You’re awesome,” Tom said, before he ran away from there, but he supposed that Harrison already knew that.

He called Chantal, who was almost sober, in order to know where you were. He drove to the pub you two had picked that night and found you soon enough. You glanced at her, after you saw him. A gaze that meant traitor. Then, she left the two of you alone.

“You’re coming home with me tonight, darling,” Tom said, grabbing your hand, but you shaked your head.

“No, this is not happening. Look for Hannah, I bet that she would be glad to follow you anywhere,” you said, angrily.

Tom breathed out.

“I deserved that. Let me explain, though: she kissed me, but I rejected her. I even left the match tonight for you. What do I have to do to make you feel all of my love?” He asked you, caressing your hand.

You bit your lower lip, thinking, even if the alcohol wasn’t really helping you. Also, sweaty Tom was really a view. Your body ached, because you wanted to touch him. You really missed him, even if he was standing right in front of you.

“There’s something that you could do,” you said, looking at him with your best puppy eyes.

“Anything for you, my darling,” he said, leaving a sweet kiss on the back of your hand.

“Hug me,” you said and he smiled at you, before he embraced you into his arms. He was so warm, you even forgot about the cold of the air. You closed your eyes, holding him for dear life and he seemed happy to squeeze you sometimes during the hug. “I love you, babe. I’m sorry for being jealous, but you’re so pretty, it’s unfair,” you said and Tom chuckled. You could hear his chest move up and down while laughing.

“You’re forgiven, darling. And you’re pretty too,” he said, looking at you now, while moving away some hair from your face in order to lose himself into your eyes. “Let’s go back home now, alright?”

The next day, you could have sworn you heard him whispering in your ear, as he pulled you out of the car to take you home: You’re the love of my life.

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tobesolonely · 4 years

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more time with you

a/n: hello everyone! here's some dad!harry for you all :-) i had a lot of fun writing it and am wondering if this family could be a little recurring thing?? lmk what you all think! i hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

warnings: fluff (super cute dad!harry!!!), oral (female receiving), fingering, dirty talk

word count: 2.5 k

my ko-fi! thank you :)

If you knew that getting your husband to take a break from all the late nights in the studio, the commitment to several different interviews a week, and the daunting possibility of a world tour within the near future, was by telling him you were ready for another baby, you would've done so way sooner.

Your daughter, Allison (or Ally, she reminded you every time you and Harry would get upset with her and call her by her full name), was nearly six years old. You knew that you and Harry wanted a big family, so it was a surprise to everyone that knew the two of you that you didn't have a house full of babies running around yet. Needless to say, you were ecstatic when Harry agreed he was also ready for another child. He immediately pushed back everything he had planned within the current year to the following year.

"Next album can come out a lil' bit later, m' sure everyone will understand." He reassured you when you asked him if he really had to cancel absolutely every single thing he had in the works. "Just wanna take some time off for you, Ally, and our second love bug. Loved the time off I spent with yeh and Ally when she was jus' a baby, 'member that?"

You smile at the memory of you and Harry being new parents, trying to care for a fussy baby that wouldn't sleep through the night for the life of you until she was nearly two years old. After that, Harry decided he was ready to get back to work, admitting that he wouldn't be as guilty leaving you with a baby that sleeps through the night versus one that wakes up every few hours.

"I remember," you sigh contentedly. "I can't wait to do it all over again. Also, can't wait to start trying…" You trail off, trying to slip your hand under Harry's t-shirt that he wore to bed the night before.

Harry tsks, giving you a cheeky look and moves your hand out from under the fabric of his shirt. "Not now, darling. Ally's football game is at ten, so we gotta wake her up soon."

Letting out a soft sigh, you cross your arms, knowing Harry was right. You were just excited by all that talk about expanding your family that you wanted to get started right away. If Ally was late to her football game, though, she'd be furious at the two of you because that would mean sitting out the first quarter. She hated not being able to play as much as she possibly could. "I'll go wake her up, and you can make her a bowl of fruit or something like that? Needs something light, so she doesn't complain about a stomach ache with all that running around she'll be doing."

"Oh yeah, wouldn't be good now, would it? Can't have a repeat of last time," he laughs at the memory of you frantically calling him during half time of your daughter's football game last year while he was at a meeting going over tour logistics to scold him for making her such a heavy, greasy breakfast, while he laughed and told Jeff about Ally's little incident. "I'll go get her breakfast started." He places a kiss on your cheek and swiftly gets out of bed. You get up shortly after him, tie your robe around your body, and head down the hall to your daughter's room.

"Ally," you knock gently on the frame of her door. "Time to get up, bug. It's half past 8, and your coach sent Mumma a message saying he wanted everyone there by 9:15. Up you go, sweetie."

Your daughter groans and pulls the covers up higher over her face. "M' sleepy, Mumma. Don' wanna go today." You smile at her and walk over to her tiny bed, sitting down on the edge.

"I'm sorry you're sleepy, bug. But your teammates need you! 'Member what Mumma and daddy told you about bein' a team player when you told us you wanted to play footie like all your friends in school? They're gonna be missin' you if you're not there with them today, sweetie."

At this, Ally peaks her head out from under her covers, sleep still in her eyes. You continue on. "And besides bug, daddy's gonna be at your game today! He hasn't seen you play very often, has he?" Ally's eyes immediately light up when you remind her that Harry would be in attendance. He was a wonderful husband and dad, but he wasn't perfect. Sometimes he'd forget about her games and practices and already have things scheduled that he just couldn't cancel at the last minute. Although your daughter understood that her daddy was very busy, she hasn't quite grasped the magnitude of exactly how famous Harry actually was. Therefore, she wasn't quite sure why he wasn't able to make it to every single one of her events.

"Daddy's gonna watch? He's gonna see my whole game!" Ally all but squeals, kicking her covers off. "Where's daddy? We can go now!"

You grin at your daughter's enthusiasm, thrilled that she was so excited for her daddy to watch her play. "Slow down, babe. I'll get your uniform out of the dryer, and you can go down and eat breakfast with daddy. How's that sound?"

Ally nods and quickly runs out of her room, ignoring you calling out to her and asking her to please stop running. Shaking your head, you get up from her bed and retrieve her football uniform. You hear her talking a mile a minute downstairs to Harry, telling him how excited she is that he was gonna get to see her play and get to see all her 'cool friends'. Ally was a daddy's girl for sure, and you loved every minute of it. After getting her uniform from the dryer, you lay it out on her bed and go downstairs to join your family.

"...and I can run so fast, Mr. Coach says I run fast like a road-runner! You'll think it's so cool, daddy, I promise!" You walk in on Ally enthusiastically telling Harry what to expect when he's at her game.

"Is that so, bub? Are you the fastest one on your team?" Harry entertains the conversation, setting a bowl of oatmeal in front of your daughter.

"Yeah, daddy! And I don't even trip and stuff over the ball anymore like I used to! Mumma says I'm more 'co-ordinated'!"

You and Harry let out a giggle at your daughter's pronunciation of the word 'coordinated'. Yet, she doesn't notice, hurriedly stuffing her breakfast into her mouth.

"I'm proud of you for being more coordinated, bub," Harry ruffles her hair. "C'mon and let's finish up so Mumma can help you get ready for your game, don't wanna be late, do ya?"

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"That's my girl, Ally! Go- oh, wrong way, poppet! Other way!"

You watched amusedly from one of the folding chairs you and Harry brought. He's eagerly yelling to your daughter on the field who was now about to score a goal for the opposing team because she was running in the wrong direction. She kicks the ball to one of her teammates, and Harry claps loudly, causing her to stop and wave at him.

"Nice kick, Ally! Pay attention!"

The other parents are looking amused at Harry, some knowing who he is, you assumed, based on how they had their camera phones out. Harry turns to look at you unbothered, a proud grin on his face.

"My daughter is a football star! Gonna go pro, that one is."

"Our daughter," you jokingly tell him. "And sit down, Harry! You're distracting her. She has looked over this way at you probably a dozen times already!" Harry playfully rolls his eyes at you but sits down anyway, knowing you're right. He settles down for the rest of the game, cheering loudly for her but staying seated so she doesn't get distracted by him.

As soon as the game is over, Ally immediately runs over to her dad and starts talking excitedly. "Did ya see how good I played, daddy? Did ya? I told you I can run fast! Did you see how fast I run? I'm fast, do you think so?"

Harry lets out a loud laugh, hoisting your daughter upon his shoulders. "I saw indeed, poppet. Really startin' to think yeh the fastest lil' bug I've ever seen in my life." Ally's eyes widen at this statement, and you snicker as you fold the chairs you and Harry were sitting in back up. The three of you are getting ready to leave when one of Ally's teammates and her mother comes up to you with smiles on their faces.

"Great game, Ally! You're such a good little striker!" Ally beams at this compliment, as does Harry.

"Whadya say when someone tells yeh something nice, bug?" He gently reminds her. Ally lets out a timid 'thank you,' and Harry gives her a little squeeze on her leg.

"Can Ally come to my house and eat pizza with me? And we can play with my toys, and we can watch a movie!" Ally's friend looks between you and Harry, a pleading look in her eyes. "My Mumma said it's okay with her if it's okay with you!"

"Oh, we wouldn't want to intrude…" you start, but Ally's friend's mother waves her hand.

"S'not a problem at all! I'd love to have Ally over, lil' angel she is. She's always welcome over at mine." She tells you and Harry truthfully. You look at Harry and shrug, non-verbally telling him if he's okay with it, then you are. Ally's been over to her friend's house before and always has a great time, and you had no plans as a family for the remainder of the day.

"Okay yeah, that'll be fun won't it, bub?" He asks your daughter, lifting her off his shoulders and setting her back down. He reaches into his pocket and pulls his wallet out. "Let us at least pay for food and some desserts too, if the girls want. I'm sure they will, though." He winks at Ally and her friend, and they giggle and go to kick the ball back and forth to each other while the adults talk. Her mother thanks him profusely but tells him it isn't necessary, but Harry, being the kind person he is, insists and gives her a few bills to cover the girls' day together. He never liked sending your daughter with someone else's parents without money because he thought it was rude to expect them to pay for his kid. He usually ended up paying for all parties involved as a 'thank you' for having your daughter as company. After telling your daughter to be good and have fun, you and Harry walk hand in hand back towards the car.

"Got the whole rest of tha day to ourselves, don't we?" He asks, rubbing his thumb over yours. You hum in acknowledgment and turn to look at him. He has a cheeky grin on his face, and you immediately know what he's thinking.

"Think we should get started on that baby, then?"

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As soon as the two of you are through the front door of your house, Harry has his hands all over you- one on your neck, the other gripping your ass.

"Harry," you moan out breathlessly. "M'not gonna conceive our baby next to the front door."

"Well lucky fo' you, I wasn't plannin' on takin' yeh next to the front door, hmm," he says against your neck, placing a wet kiss on it. "Jump."

You wrap your legs around Harry as he walks you to your couch. "Wasn't really thinkin' 'bout the couch either you goof, but I guess it's better than the floor."

Harry huffs in annoyance and lifts his head to look you in the eyes. "Wan' me to put this baby in yeh or not?"

"Course I do," you retort, reaching in between you to unbutton your jeans. "Been thinkin' about it since this morning."

Harry hums in response and lifts up your shirt, kissing his way down from right below your breasts until he's at your hips. "Gonna let me have a lil' taste first? Make sure you're all nice an' wet fo' me, pet?"

You nod quickly, lifting your hips so Harry could have an easier time getting your bottoms off. He yanks them off and flings them over his shoulder. Harry runs a calloused finger over your underwear, causing you to shudder. "Lets get these off, yeah? That alright with you?" You whimper, bucking your hips up against Harry's hand ghosting over your core.

"Gotta let me hear you say it Y/N, yes or no?" He has the most shit-eating grin on his face, and you know he's just trying to get you all hot and bothered.

"Yes Harry, please get these panties off of me," you all but beg. "Need to feel your tongue on me."

That's all Harry needs to hear before he's hooking your underwear in his fingers, shoving it to the side. He flattens out his tongue and licks slowly up your folds, moaning against you. "Always taste so good, pet. Love havin' my head between yeh thighs like this."

Letting out a rather loud moan, your eyes squeeze shut as you tangle one hand in Harry’s hair, the other gripping the side of the couch. He takes your clit in his mouth and hallows his cheeks, suckly gently. “Feel good, Y/N? Let me know when I’m makin’ yeh feel good, gotta hear it.” You nod, feeling yourself growing close already even though Harry hasn’t been at this for more than three minutes.

“Need your fingers, H,” you breathlessly tell him. “Make me come, please.”

You don’t have to tell Harry again. He sucks on his middle finger and slowly slides it in you, curling it up and searching for that sweet, spongy spot he’s so good at finding. His finger curls against it and you yelp in pleasure, grabbing onto his hair even tighter. “Feels s’good, baby. Fuck, don’t stop please. Whatever you do, don’t fuckin’ stop.” Harry speeds up, sucking even harder on your clit to help you reach your first orgasm of the day.

“Can feel your tight pussy throbbin’ round my finger, know yeh gonna come, Y/N. S’tha feel good?” You move your hands onto your chest, pushing your bra up and rolling your nipples between your fingers. Harry moans at the sight and flicks his tongue on your clit, middle finger moving nimbly inside your cunt. Without warning, your orgasm washes over you, and Harry helps you ride it out, not stopping his licks against your clit. He gradually slows down his movements against your pussy and lifts his head, a big dimpled grin on his glistening face. “Always taste delicious, but I think I wanna feel ya come around m’cock now. I mean, I am on a mission to put another baby in yeh, after all.”

You beam, knowing this was just the start of having Harry to yourself a lot more often.

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ac3id · 4 years

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pairings: shigaraki tomura x female reader

warnings: nsfw, dubcon, captivity, yandere shiggs, mention of death, shiggs is a meanie, dumbification if ya squit.

a/n: im so glad someone requested this!! i will litereally never shut up about man also!! shigaraki is beefed up in this cus that man finna get permanent residency in my head

word count. 1557

Imagine: Shigaraki taking the small, cute little pathetic nurse of the hospital he hijacked as his darling.

It takes some time for him to find you tolerable. At first, he absolutely loathes you; you’re always crying over the littlest things, always painting him to be the bad guy and you even refuse to give treatment to his men. And honestly, that pisses him off the most. You’re completely brainwashed by society. What do you mean you won’t help men like ‘him’? Are you that superior? You get to decide what’s right and what’s wrong? Are his men not humans? He hates you. If it weren’t for the situation he had faced himself in, he would have decayed you in the blink of an eye. But now after a failed mission and a lot of casualties on his side, he needed your quirk.

When he kidnaps you, finally, it’s not because he loves you and wants to take care of you. No. It’s because he wants to torture you- literally. He’s so sick of your hot-headedness, so sick of your ideals- how you still think heroes will come to save you from those nefarious villains. Shigaraki wants to break you, show you how pathetic you really are. And so he does.

One day he just gets so tired of your antics, you’re ignoring him- something you find yourself doing very often these days. You isolate yourself from him and everyone. You run to a storage room and hide, your knees pressed to your chest and head held down. You sniffle into your knees, you never wanted this happen. What did I do to this deserve this? When would the heroes come? You chanted to yourself. Deep down, you knew Shigaraki was right but you didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t want to believe that the world was so hollow and even if it was, you’d choose to ignore it. You’d live your life the way you want to and believe in that devil’s words. You’d-

The door slams open, a big angry looking Shigaraki stands in the there, his eyes fuming with murderous intent. He rushes towards and wastes no time in clasping his big, sturdy hands around your petite neck and you pulling you up. He squeezes around it and choking noises fills the room, your hands automatically wrap around his trying to push him off but it’s all in vain. He’s too strong and you’re too dumb. You let out choked pleads, begging him to let you go and that you’ll help him. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you cause he needed you, you believed that he’d-

“If you’re thinking that I won’t kill you right this instant. You are wrong. I will take away your quirk for myself and leave you here to bite the dust. Don’t test me.”

He drops you to the floor, you rub your neck and try to collect yourself. He looks down at you, the way your tremble reminds him of a puppy who’s been kicked. He smiles to himself, he crouches down and grabs the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer to him. “I don’t like being mean to a pretty little thing like you,” he confesses and your eyebrows knit together. Why is he talking to you like this?

“Use your dumb little head, okay? Listen to me.” His hold from your collar disappears and he stands back to his full height hovering over, you looked like an ant under and he looked like monster. You look up at him with tears pricking at the corners of your eyes- he’s the predator and you’re the prey. There’s no denying it. You were stupid for choosing not to submit to him before but now, you know he’s not the one to show mercy. He’s going to give you one chance you better not disappoint him.

You started to obey him after he had threatened you, knowing full well he’d take your quirk and kill you the very next second. You did not want to challenge or anger him. It’s for my own survival, you tell yourself. You help his men, you sit, biting back your urge to hit Dabi as you tend to his wounds while he throws obscene remarks of what he’d do to a girl like you or how you have to stop your self from throwing up as you listen to Toga explain in detail about what she wants to this boy she’s crushing on. It’s hard work. Spinner and Mr. Compress were a little better but considering the fact that they come back to you after murdering innocents. It surely manages to you up at night.

It doesn’t take long for Shigaraki to develop a soft spot for you, he likes this new you. You are submissive, you listen to him. He finally managed to put you in your place.

You did not think about those heroes anymore, did you?

Ridiculously, he finds a friend in you, both of you start talking. You talk about your day with him he tells you about his, you drink together and as much as you shouldn’t; you find yourself enjoying your time with the league.

You come to understand them and you forget that you’re being held, hostage. Call it Stockholm syndrome but you didn’t care. The newfound joy lasts but all things must end.

The calm before the storm: Shigaraki suddenly finds himself falling for you, your shy habits- how you’d twirl your hair when you got nervous or chewed on your lip while concentrating. How your cheeks stained pink in your intoxicated state. He noticed everything, he didn’t want to believe he was falling for but the way butterflies that danced around in his stomach when your finger grazed over his, how his mood turned better when you entered the room. The signs were obvious. He was in love

He thought he’d tell you about his feelings for you before they left the hospital, all his men had recovered wonderfully courtesy to you. You’d flee with him and the both of you would be happy together forever a perfect ending for a new beginning. He confesses his love to you two days before his departure, he tells you how he wants to spend his life with you, how he thinks you’re the one but to his dismay. You don’t feel the same.

It breaks his heart into pieces, he can’t believe what he just heard. You’re kidding, right? You love him the way he loves you. Right?

No? No.

He’s pissed. Needless to say, even though you rejected his proposal, he still takes you along. He locks you in one of the many rooms of the PLF mansion. The only person you can see is him, he spends hours trying to make you understand why you needed him but you don’t budge. It’s like starting all over again. He is kind at the beginning but as days go by and his frustrations increase he just ends up using you like his fuckhole, bending you over whenever he wants and fucking your brains out. Shoving his cock down your throat, leaving you a quivering mess.

If you refuse or hesitate, he’d threaten you. He’ll take away your quirk and chop your legs and arms clean and leave you to rot. He’s done it before (you recall the incident with Overhaul). It leaves you no choice but to listen to him. He wins all the time.

“Faster,” Shigaraki grunts. He has your wrists tied behind your back, his fingers tugging on your nipples, hard grinning at how your face confronts in pain. “Come on, whore. I know you can do better than this” he says staring at how your tiny cunt takes his huge cock. He was mesmerized, the way your walls wrapped around his girth. It was obviously too much for you, you could barely keep. The way your tongue lolled out of your mouth and eyes crosses, it was given.

Unable to form responses you only whined in protest, hoping Shigaraki would take it easy on you but he just laughed. “What are you saying, my dumb little baby?” he asked in a condescending voice. It made you feel pathetic, he treated you like a pet who couldn’t for look after herself. It drove you mad that you couldn’t do anything about it, his hand snakes around your neck holding it firmly you stop moving on his dick. Keeping it settled warmly in your hole he pulls you down, his lips level with your ear. “Do it properly, my love,” you cringe internally at the nickname- a second ago he was calling you a whore. “If you don’t, I’ll take quirk,” your face pales, you couldn’t lose your quirk. It was all you had. “Please...Don’t do that. It’s all I have.” your voice cracks and tears roll to your cheeks, “It’s okay, baby. Just do it again. Be better this time,” he coos his hand patting your back as he restrains himself from thrusting into you, he lets you go and you start rocking your hips again trying to satisfy him, he grips your waist tightly; it would leave marks later.

Shigaraki stares at you sleeping next to him, after a tiring session you were finally getting well deserved rest. You had obeyed him beautifully today, he wondered how long would it take before you realized that; it wasn’t your quirk which was all you had left. It was him.

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ushijimas-koibito · 4 years

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request no. 1

request: clingy ushiwaka. the partner has the same haircut as him and is trying to get their work done.

author’s note: thank you so much @im-cold-so-gimme-your-hoodie! i appreciate your request and will give it my best. i hope you enjoy and i look forward to hearing your feedback.

title: toshi comes home.

warnings: suggestive behavior, kissing, nudity, cheese, fluff

listening: crush on you by elijah who; it’s finally raining again by elijah who; sincerely, yours by nohidea; my new love by elijah who; frozen by sabrina claudio; wanna know by sabrina claudio; this town by ama lou; could’ve been by H.E.R and bryson tyler; i fall in love too easily by caleb belkin; wild by dijon; goodbye, good luck by sad face; laundry day by joey pecorano; monday loop by tomppabeats; give me something by joey pecorano

5:30; his flight should land soon and he would be back in your arms. ushijima wakatoshi, your partner, was returning home today after a very long national press tour. the two of you had video chatted every night, but it wasn’t the same as having him here with you. you felt a little guilty as you wait there in the airport lobby answering emails. you thought you timed everything right. you were sure you would finish everything for work by tuesday; and you would… but today is monday. how you got the dates confused, you will never know as you are an extremely punctual, efficient, and timely person. you had to be as a project manager for a major up-and-coming tech company. you and ushijima were something of a power couple. two of the youngest but most powerful people in your respective fields. you were each a force to be reckoned with.

you looked around the airport a moment, although mostly empty, you still managed to turn heads. you turned towards the windows looking out over the parking deck and caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection. you adjusted the collar of your shirt and curled a face framing hair around your finger to smooth out the little bit of frizz. you hoped he liked it on you. you usually kept your hair quite long, at least to your shoulders, but the notion of having to style it and losing minutes to your hair was something you couldn’t take anymore. it looked very similar to ushijima’s hair, save for your hair being a different color and texture. the slight wave of your hair annoyed you but it was one of ushijima’s favorite things. the more you thought about it the more you realized almost everything that annoyed you about yourself was something he loved. he was always picking up on your quirks and insecurities and he found a way to romanticize them. he was just that way, seeing beauty in strange things, glamor in the mundane, and depth in simplicity. you checked your watch and turned to the gate. he was landing shortly.

you noticed a few paparazzi scuttle in and you tighten your jaw. couldn’t they leave him alone for just one day? you thought to yourself as you pulled the front hem of your blazer. you push your glasses up the bridge of your nose and straighten your posture and walk closer to the gate. ushijima would be in a much better mood if you were the first to intercept him instead of the paparazzi. as you walk toward the gate you hear the sound of a shutter click and a flash go off. you whip your head towards the young cameraman who has been stopped by an older journalist, “what are you doing? that’s not him.” the cameraman looks at you a moment longer before turning away under the pressure of your icy gaze. you check your reflection in your phone, my hair isn’t exactly like his, you ponder, is it?

at that moment you get a text from ushijima, be there soon. waiting for bags. can’t wait to see you. missed you, my dear. you smile and open your emails to squeeze in some more work. you always miss wakatoshi when he leaves and you hate that your first day back together will be spent with you working. if you don’t finish the work tonight, it will cut into your time together with the few days you have before he leaves again. the sooner you both get home, the sooner you could finish your work, the sooner you could be together with no distractions. he was sure to be frustrated but understanding.

the doors opened and there he was walking toward you. his usually serious expression faded away and a smile crept its way across his face. he walked directly up to you and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “hello, my dove,” he rested his forehead against yours for a moment before taking a step back, “your hair,” he said quietly. “do you like it?” you squeezed his hand a little. “of course I do.” he pushed a tendril out of your eyes and pushed up your glasses with his knuckle, not releasing your hand to do so. you took his bag in your other hand, “the car is waiting for us outside.” you walked hand in hand without a glance to the paparazzi. you handed the bags to the driver and opened the back door for ushijima. he tilted his head back against the head rest and you slid in. he reached his arm across the seats and patted his hand against his chest to gesture you to give him a cuddle. you slid across the seats and he leaned his cheek against the top of your head as you draped your arm across his torso. he let out a long breath, “it’s good to be home.” you nuzzled his cheek and pulled him closer. you enjoy this simple moment; the rise and fall of his broad chest, the warmth of his body radiating through his thin cashmere sweater, the quiet inhale and exhale of breath against your skin, “you must be tired, darling.” he shook his head, “not really. i slept a bit on the plane. i made sure to get sleep so i could spend as much time as possible with you.” you can feel him smile against your head, “about that,” you say hesitantly as you pull away to look at him, “uh oh,” he whispers with a smirk, “i’m sorry,” you begin, “I just have a few things to finish up and then i’m all yours for the next five days,” he smiles and ruffles your hair, “you’re always mine.. but I understand.” he pulls you into his strong arms and holds you tight all the way to your apartment.

just as you arrive, your phone buzzes with a call from your business partner, “hello shimizu, i just picked up ushijima from the airport and i’m about to head upstairs.” ushijima waves his hand before picking up his bag, “he says ‘hello’,” you laugh softly while you fumble with your keys and head toward the entrance. you walk in and get on the elevator as she preps you for the video meeting. you look at ushijima and whisper, “kiyoko says hello back, she’s prepping me for the meeting.” he nods, “we’ll have to have her and ryu over for dinner this week.” you nod back. you both enter the elevator and he puts his arm around you as you listen carefully to the instructions; another pang of guilt washes over you as you catch him studying your face. he always looks at you like you’re going to disappear, as if you’re going to be a figment of his imagination, or like he’s afraid that one day he might forget. “alright, shimizu, i’m almost inside. i’ll be settled soon and we can jump on to finish prepping before the meeting.” you hang up and slip your phone in your blazer pocket. you have a few floors to enjoy the quiet with wakatoshi. he leans his head against yours and kisses your cheek. he lingers a moment and then tenderly kisses just behind your ear, “your haircut makes it easier for me to kiss your neck,” he whispers, “i like it.” you blush slightly and jump when the floor bell rings. he laughs picking up his bags and walking onto your floor, “come on,” he says with a smile, “wouldn’t want you to be late for your meeting.” you hesitate letting the guilt wash over you once more before walking up the hall and unlocking the door to your pristine corner apartment.

the apartment was very calming and soothing to be in. deep, cool colors and lots of open space with many beautiful plants. “i swear, (y/n), the orchids thrive when you take care of them.” ushijima delicately cradled the white and purple bloom in his fingers and craned down to take in it’s fragrance. the apartment always feels more like a home when he’s here. despite having floor to ceiling walls of windows, the place never fills with light until he comes home. you walk into the kitchen and turn on the kettle, “tea?” you asked, ushijima runs his hands through his hair and comes behind the counter, “i’ll make it, you go on ahead. don’t keep kiyoko waiting.” he bumps you out of the way with his hip and takes the tea bags out of your hands. you kiss his shoulder before heading towards your desk and taking off your blazer.

you sit at your desk and prepare yourself for the meeting. shimizu is already logged on and waiting. you open your documents and sign on to the video chat, “sorry to keep you waiting, shimizu.” over the next few minutes, you put the final touches on your project proposal. ushijima comes up with two teas for you both. he comes behind the desk and hunches down to be in frame of the camera, “hello kiyoko,” he says while setting down your tea. “i’m not sure if (y/n) has offered yet, but we would love to have you and ryu over for dinner this week.” she smiles and agrees that she will have to speak to ryu and hopefully you lot can work something out. “i certainly hope so,” he says before turning to you, “let me know if it needs more sugar,” he waves to the camera and then sits in the chair in front of your desk. you feel his feet touch yours as he stretches out reading an article from his press tour in a magazine. “ushijima, please don’t feel obligated to stay in the apartment, i’d hate for you to just be bored all-,” he cuts you off, “all I want to do is spend the day with you. i can handle sitting here for awhile.” you shake your head and log into your meeting. the meeting goes on for a couple hours. during your meeting ushijima refilled your tea, played footsie with you under the desk, and drew little plants and hearts on your sticky pad. he was very sweet and you felt bad that you couldn’t give him the attention he deserved.

after another hour of meetings and presentations passes, ushijima wonders into the kitchen and makes you both lunch. every so often, he looks up from his work and looks at you. he loves seeing you at work. he can only hope that you receive the same thrill he gets when he sees you at one of his matches. although, to be honest, he makes you nervous. you are so aware of his intense gaze and his deep eyes following your every move, that you become more aware of what you’re doing and that makes you uneasy. you’ve never been the best at handling the pressure of being observed and watched. the first half of your meeting wraps up and you all sign off to take a break for lunch.

ushijima has set up your lunches and waves you over. it’s a simple and nutritious lunch with vegetables, rice, and fish. he was a very good cook. everything he makes is simple but delicious. it’s an easy meal to finish quickly. you take the dishes to the kitchen and hear ushijima walk up behind you. he wraps his arms around you and plants airy kisses from your ear, down your neck, and to your shoulder. he slides his hands down your sides and grabs your hips, “please tell me you’re almost done with work,” he pleads in your ear and grazes his teeth across your skin. “ju-just a little while longer, toshi," you gulp as you hear his breath shudder and he pushes against you causing you to lean against the counter. he runs his hand from your hip, down your thigh and drags his fingers up your leg digging his fingers in, “promise?” he asks. “i-i promise.” you say feeling your heart slam against your chest. you wriggle away, “but i can’t think when you do stuff like that.” he laughs softly, “like what?” he asks coyly. you wave your hand towards where you just were in the kitchen, “like that, don’t be coy.” he saunters toward you, “i don’t know what you mean.” you back up until your back hits the wall, “yes you do. we’ll have plenty of time for that sort of thing after i’m done working,” he stands in front of you and his eyes seem to undress you, “but I missed you, dove,” you turn to walk away but he places his hand against the wall blocking your path and his face is inches from yours. he places his other hand on the opposite side of you, “and i’m taking my opportunity now to show you how much,” he nudges your nose with his and rocks his hips into yours. although you are flustered, you know what you must do. you stand up straight and look into his eyes, “ushijima,” you say flatly, “i have work to do and there is no amount of kabedon tomfoolery that can distract me.” he drops his arms and takes a step back and for a moment you think you’ve finally intimidated the great ushiwaka, until he erupts into laughter. “well, well, well, have I lost my touch then?” you roll your eyes and turn to walk away but he grabs your arm and spins you into an embrace. his eyes are very intense and serious, “do i really have no effect on you?” your breath hitches in your throat, “don’t be dramatic,” you say through a slight pout, “i just need to finish my work and then we can do this all day!” you push against his chest and stumble toward your desk. he chuckles and plops down in the chair in front of your desk, “fine,” he says, “i can behave.” you start to log back on, “for now.” he smirks and flicks open the magazine.

when ushijima gets clingy, it excites him when he can’t immediately get attention. it becomes a competition and he wants nothing more than to win. all throughout the remainder of your video meeting he was watching, sighing, stretching, and pushing his hands through his hair in the way he knows you like. you could hardly pay attention. this wasn’t the hard part. you knew he wouldn’t try too hard as long as you were on video chat, but the moment you got off and did your independent work, you knew it would be a real challenge.

you signed off for the day and began finishing up your work before you had to reply to emails. ushijima stood up and came around the back of the desk. “i don’t know how you’re able to sit all day. i’d be far too restless,” he pushed down on your shoulders and began to massage them. he spends a little extra time on the nape of your neck, now easily accessible thanks to your new haircut. you roll your shoulders back and hear a small pop, “you’ve been working so hard, maybe you can take a little break?” you sigh as he leans down and kisses the top of your head. “i’m almost done, toshi.” he sighs and squeezes your shoulders, “let me finish this and then i don’t have to do this again until sunday.” he groans in frustration and slips his hand underneath your shirt to trace circles on your chest, “how much longer?” he asks like a child waiting to open presents on their birthday. you look at the clock, “about an hour.” he huffs and sighs again, raking his fingers across your chest, “alright.” he pulls away reluctantly and stands in front of your desk. you continue to work on your computer and watch him out of the corner of your eye. at first he plops into the chair, stands up, paces back and forth, and then repeats the cycle. after about half an hour of this, he stands and looks at the clock, “you have much left?” you nod, not looking from your work, “at least another half hour.” he mumbles under his breath and paces a few more times. “i suppose i’ll have a quick shower,” he says forlornly, “alright, dear,” you say concentrating on your last few emails. suddenly, your vision goes dark and cashmere rubs across your face, ushijima has taken off his sweater and thrown it at your head. you slowly pull it off and look at him as he folds his trousers over his arm. he smiles wryly and saunters over to you, “how clumsy of me, slipped right through my fingers.” he stands very close to you and gathers the sweater up. you look up at him, “this will only take longer if you keep tempting me.” he laughs softly and curls a finger under your chin, “at least you are tempted,” he says with a sigh and walks off to the bathroom. hopefully you can finish up. he is so distracting. how you managed this long without giving in is astonishing.

the half hour of no distractions passes like a flash. you turn off your computer, take off your glasses, and rub the bridge of your nose. he has been awfully quiet since you heard the shower turn off. you get up from your desk and start to unbutton your shirt. you round the corner and look into your bedroom to find ushijima sleeping on the bed, hair wet, still wrapped in his towel. you smile, i knew he was more tired than he let on. you finish getting undressed and hear him snore a little. before heading to the shower you grab the blanket and go to cover him up. as you go to adjust his pillow, his eyes open with a glint and he traps you in his arms, rolling and pulling you on the bed. he peppers your face and neck with kisses as you both laugh together, rolling back and forth across the bed. “did you think i would really lose sight of my goal?” he smirks. “of course not, you’re ushijima wakatoshi,” you say seriously. you both erupt into hearty laughter before settling into each others arms. “so,” he begins, pulling you closer, “all mine now, (y/n)?” you smile and plant a sweet kiss on his lips, “i am always yours, wakatoshi.”

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hscherryblossom · 3 years

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We’ll be alright

Summary: Y/n is feeling the worst she ever has but she is comforted by Harry and is reminded that she will be alright.

Pairing: HARRY x READER

Warnings: Mentions of depression, anxiety and mental breakdowns.

a/n: hi guys!! so this is my first fic i’ve ever written. this idea came to me because i felt really sad and i thought to write about how i felt. i like how it turned out so i really hope you do! feedback is appreciated!! if you like it, please like or reblog :) btw, italic means a tb.

You had been feeling this way for a long time now. You felt like your whole world was crashing down, you felt hopeless like no one wanted you anymore and they could be better off without you... you were scared, scared of being alone for the rest of your life, scared of your feelings and all your thoughts becoming a reality, but especially scared of losing the only person that made your days better, the only one who could put a smile on your face without a doubt and that could give you that warm that you have been craving your whole life but you didn’t realize until the moment you met him, you found that missing puzzle piece and he didn’t even know it was him.

You had that bad habit of pushing people away when you felt like this, you have never meant to do it or to hurt someone, but you always realized after that bad episode that you did and you felt even worse. It was a reality you have dealt with since you were only 13 years old. Your parents and your whole family thought those were your best years and you were enjoying every single moment, however deep inside of you was this horrible feeling that made your stomach into knots and made you wanna throw up. There were times you looked yourself in your mirror and wanted to desperately start crying, you reached moments when you started asking the universe to gave you the strength so you could survive one more day or just simply end it all.

No one knew about your breakdowns, not even your family because you didn’t want to worry them or that they felt pity towards you so you just simply acted like everything was ok. Your parents think you’re an angel fallen from heaven, a miracle even and everyone else just thinks you're a sweet girl, really funny and with a golden heart, though you’ve never felt this way.

There comes a time when you need to talk to someone, you can’t hold it anymore and you breakdown in front of that person... in your case that person was Harry. He is your angel on earth, he gives you hope and makes you feel the most special and loved person in the whole world, hell the universe even. He has seen you in your worst and he is still there by your side, or at least that’s what you thought until a sadness wave came crashing down on you.

You were having a break from work, lately it had been a nightmare.

“Are you okay?” You heard a voice from behind you, the same voice that made your heart automatically race and your whole body shake.

“I'm fine, just a little tired. I didn’t have time to finish some work so i brought it home” you sighed, already feeling overwhelmed with everything and wanting to run away.

“Darling, this is getting out of hand.... I never have time to see you anymore, you’re always bringing work and you don’t sleep well, you should take a break, it’s not ok to stress yourself like this” he says in a soft tone that makes you close your eyes to stop yourself from breaking down.

“Harry, i’m ok. This is life and you have to work hard to get what you want, i’m not a kid anymore i can handle it” you say with every little bit of strength you have.

You hear silence before you feel a hand on your left shoulder, he turns the chair around from the desk you were currently in at your office at home so you’re now facing him.

You stare at those green eyes that make you insane and you feel he disarms you with just one look.

“Y/n, baby, i know you well enough to know you’re overwhelmed, you need to take a break, your mental health is more important than anything else” he says to you. He always knows exactly what to say.

You sigh and tears start forming in your eyes. His face softens when he sees your bloodshot eyes and he pulls you into his chest and that’s when you fully start crying.

“Why are you always right?” you chuckle, to what he does too.

“Because i know you too well. Now why don’t you go and take a bath while i make dinner and call your boss to tell him you’re gonna have a break?” he whispers in your ear.

You pull away and look him in the eyes while nodding.

You both stand up and before leaving, you say “I love you”

To which he replies “I love you more than anything in this world, angel”

It’s been three days since that conversation, everything was fine with you two... but the next day you woke up in the middle of the night and felt the worse you have ever felt. You grabbed a backpack, filled it with some clothes and stuff you will need and left the house without nowhere to go. You just needed to be alone.

You stayed in a hotel a few blocks from your house with Harry, your phone had been blowing up the last few days with phone calls and messages of people you cared about, including family members and close friends. However, most of the notifications seemed to be from him.

You didn’t know what to do, so you called your best friend, Andrea. She was the only person apart from Harry who knew about your breakdowns so she came as fast as she could to your location. You told her how overwhelmed you felt, all of your fears and you felt some ease afterwards. She kept reminding you that you’re strong, smart and so beautiful. That no one could ever hate you because you were really sweet, she also said that if anyone ever hated you she would punch them and tell them how they would die, to that you laughed like you haven’t in weeks. She didn’t leave behind the fact that you should call Harry.

“That boy is lost for you, he called me many times asking me if i knew anything about where you were, he’s losing it. You should call him, love. Tell him you’re okay and you should probably go back home and talk to him. Never invalidate your feelings, ok?” you nodded, feeling a whole lot better but really nervous of having to face him.

The next day you woke up and did what Andrea told you. You got ready and left the hotel.

On your way home you couldn’t help but think of all the scenarios, yet you decided to stop yourself and think about the sweet guy that loves you more than anything and would never leave you knowing the state you’re currently in.

When you arrived, you parked the car in the driveway and went straight to open the door but someone bet you to it. You saw the love of your life. He looked tired, his eyes were bloodshot from all the crying and he looked relief for a second of seeing you in the doorway. He didn’t lose time on pulling you to his chest and giving you an embrace, just what i needed, you thought.

After a few minutes, he pulls apart and starts asking you if you’re okay, the place you where at, why you didn’t answer your phone and why’d you left in the middle of the night.

You stare at him before leading him inside the house and straight to the couch you have spent hours cuddling in since you first moved in.

After sitting down, you can’t bare to look at him so you stare at the coffee table and notice all the papers scattered everywhere and the book you had with the phone numbers of everyone you knew. You can’t help but feel your throat closing and try to speak but can’t. You close your eyes for a second and take a deep breath.

Harry gets worried and puts an arm around your shoulders and brings you to him, peppering kisses in your cheek.

“I'm so sorry, Harry.” you say while tears start slipping from your eyes.

“I'm sorry for being the worst girlfriend, I- I- I never meant to hurt you. I just couldn’t help it, i felt the worst i ever have and ran away. I know it was a stupid move but i couldn’t help it.” you sobbed.

“Hey hey, i know you’ve felt this way for so long, love. I took some time to think about it and i understand. You’re so strong and you don’t give yourself credit for it. Y/n, you’re amazing and you should never feel bad for feeling the way you do, it’s ok. Although, it’s not good for you to bottle all your emotions and never talk them through with someone. I’m right here whenever you need me, I’ll always be here.”

You don’t think through the question that leaves your mouth “You’re not mad?”

He sighs and answers “Of course not, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I couldn’t get mad at you because you had a breakdown”

A small smile forms in your lips and you look up at him “I should talk with someone” you whisper.

“If you feel the need to, go for it” he says in a hushed tone.

“Thank you for never leaving my side even at my worse” you say.

“I could never baby. I love you too much to do that. You’re fine here with me, y/n. You can cry, laugh and do anything here with me because at the end of the day we will be alright.”

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theonetheycallhannah · 4 years

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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter 11: Discharge Plan

Characters: Captain Syverson x OFC (Shane Dawson)

Summary: The highs of Shane and Sy’s first weekend as a couple are followed up by some big news from Sy, leading to our couple’s first fight.

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Word Count: 2.7

Warnings: Language, mature themes, smut, sort of unprotected sex, rough-ish sex, angst, alcohol consumption,

Author’s Note: First off, I wanna talk about the word “victuals.” I’ve loved this word for a long time, even though it makes no sense, phonetically as it actually rhymes with the “fiddles” or “riddles.”(It’s true, look it up!) It’s very pastoral and somewhat archaic, so you don’t hear it too much anymore in current writing about the present, but I just felt like Sy would say it. Secondly, it was really hard for me to put my darlings through the argument in this chapter. I want them to have only happy times…but that provides no tension or motivation for story development…and I want to keep writing them more than I want them to be happy… I guess I finally understand why authors torture their characters! Lol! It might take a bit of time for me to sort out what their relationship looks like adding the distance factor, but I have some ideas that might work. Also, it might be an opportunity to do a bit more of Sy’s perspective, which I thoroughly enjoy, and may go back and fill in some blanks for him in between chapters I’ve already done. I hope you all enjoy this installment of the Treatment of Captain Syverson! Feedback in any form is always appreciated!

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The rest of the weekend was spent in blissful relaxation. Sy went to his place to feed Aika and bring her over at Shane's insistence. The dog had been slightly standoffish with her, but Sy assured her that it was in her nature to be aloof, and that she needed to be engaged or instructed to behave more doglike.

"It's her training. She's still a soldier. It's hard for us to shake those habits. Like me calling you 'ma'am' at first."

"She's another die hard. I respect that." she chuckled, scratching Aika behind her perked ears, and eliciting pants of contentment from her.

Sy's skills with a spatula were unmatched. That was to say, he made the best pancakes she'd ever had. They almost didn't need syrup…almost. They ordered an obscene amount of Chinese takeout which lasted them about three meals each. Sunday evening, though, which had a gloom to it no matter the circumstances, required some comfort food. They agreed on pasta, so Shane made up some of her famous alfredo sauce and probably twice the recommended portion of pasta for two humans to consume. There were no leftovers. Sy had three helpings, himself. Three heaping bowls of it. Shane couldn't handle more than one and a half servings, even though she wanted to gorge herself. She knew too much would make her ill.

When they weren't eating, the were cuddling on the couch, or in Shane's bed. They watched more Parks and Rec, and a few other films and shows that Sy requested, just to break things up. Their bodies were constantly wrapped in each other, leading to frequent bouts of making out, fooling around, and sex in almost every room of the house.

Her favorite had been the shower. She insisted on getting cleaned up, but Sy had objections.

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"I'll be less than ten minutes, come on, I reek! You can't wanna kiss me when I smell like this!" she said, trying to shut the bathroom door on the human mack truck before her. Broad and formidable.

"You smell like sex, and…me, darlin. I've never wanted to kiss you more," he said, backing her up toward the shower doors. "but I guess if you must. Lemme help, though." he pulled open the glass door, forcing her into his captivating kiss, and maneuvering her backward into the walk-in, stone tile shower. He pulled off her tank top, capturing her breasts in his hands and mouth for a moment before kneeling to remove her shorts and kiss her thighs. He pulled himself away too quickly and started the water flowing.

"Sy, you're fully dressed!" he was barefoot, but otherwise, in jeans and her favorite of his tees. The letters DILLIGAF across a skull, black on red. She always laughed on the inside when she saw it. Because although Sy often had to put on a calloused and brusque act when he'd been an officer in the Army, he was terribly soft and sweet when the occasion called for it. The irony being that although he didn't look like he gave a fuck, he actually did.

"I've got more clothes in the truck and you've got a dryer." he maneuvered her under the pulsing stream of the showerhead. "Gotta get you wet." he let the water run through her hair as he reached for her shampoo, a coconutty concoction that reminded her of summer, squeezed a bit into his hand, and lathered it up. He worked the suds into her wet hair gently, raking his nails across her scalp in a way that excited and ignited every atom in her. She sighed at his touch which made him groan with need.

He tilted her head back to rinse the lather out and reached for the conditioner. He was a bit more generous with it than strictly necessary, but she didn't protest. He pulled her hair forward in two sections, one over each shoulder and worked the emollient into the strands. His hands slick from the product, he ran them over her breasts and her abdomen and hips…between her legs. There her own arousal was primed to combine with the tropical unction. She gasped as he worked his fingers over her, slow at first, but speeding up, only to slow again. When she finally whimpered in frustration, he undid his jeans, and backed her up to the stony grey wall, not giving a fuck, as his shirt had suggested, that he and his clothes were getting soaked. His only care now apparently, was to satisfy the simpering cries of "yes, please." from Shane.

His first few thrusts were slow and measured, knowing that she was still adjusting to his size. But it didn't take long for him to lose control. She wasn't sure what was making him like this, but she was not complaining in the least. The texture of his jeans on her bare, wet thighs was a sensation she wouldn't soon forget. She gripped at him, holding onto his shirt for dear life as her climax built to impossible heights.

She was loving the way he lost himself in the ferocity of the act. And his release led to hers immediately. She wrapped herself around him in blissful embrace, and whispered his name as a prayer.

"Sorry, darlin,' I meant to…"

"It's okay. I'm on the pill and I'm not at a particularly dangerous time in my cycle."

He kissed her tenderly and reached for her bath puff and some body wash. "Well, let’s get ya cleaned up."

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The only good part about Monday was that she'd be treating him. Although, he was scheduled in the afternoon. Her morning would drag on eternal.

He greeted her with a typical "hey, susnshine" and she led him into the gym, feeling his gaze on her ass, wanting, even though they'd just left each other quite satisfied that morning. He was freshly showered, beard well groomed, and his hair growing back in very nicely. He'd asked her weeks ago whether he should keep the buzzed look or not, and she had been entirely for growing it out. She wanted something to run her hands through. She'd be fine if it was at least shoulder length, but she wouldn't push that on him.

They did their normal warm up on the bikes, followed by some plyometric drills, which made him scowl at her in a way that lit her up like a firecracker. But the fact that he was able to jump up onto the box was encouraging. He couldn't have done that a month ago. He was progressing so well and was so close to his long term goals and discharge. It almost made Shane sad. It wasn't as though they wouldn't see each other, but having him break up the insanity of her day three times a week for just an hour was invaluable.

As they were doing their usual end of the session stretch in her treatment room, and she noted the improved range of motion he was getting, he broke the amiable silence with a question.

"Hey, can I bring a pizza or somethin' over for dinner tonight after you get off?"

"Sure!" she could tell there was something he wanted to say, but was holding back. She prodded. "Everything okay? You've been a bit…off today."

"I'm good. Just a little distracted." he deflected by touching her hip, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. She swatted him away.

"Not here, Sy."

"But that makes it fun!" he pouted.

"No, that really could get me fired! Getting frisky on company time!"

"Mmmm, I'd love to frisk you right now." he reached between their legs to try and grab her again, but she thwarted him and pinned his wrists at his ears.

"Cool it, cowboy, or your last two sessions are gonna make you wish you'd never met me." she threatened.

"Ain't nothin', nothin' on God's good green earth could make me wish that, sunshine." His stunning blue eyes softened her resolve and she let go, continuing to stretch him.

"Still…cool it." she grinned.

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She'd just had time to change into some comfy clothes, wash her face, and put her hair up when her doorbell rang.

Sy stood smiling under the porch light, a modern white knight, carrying a large pizza from Pizza Hut and a six pack of Miller High Life.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes! And it's nice to see you too, Sy!" she laughed, teasing him.

"Should I leave the victuals and go?" he asked, mock concern on his sarcastic brow.

"Get in here, soldier."

She got out napkins and paper plates because as horrible as it sounded, she just couldn't think about doing dishes tonight. She was even glad Sy had brought drinks in disposable or recyclable containers, and not wine, which she tended to prefer. She was exhausted, but not upset, which made the silence they ate in bearable. Sy still seemed to have something on his mind, though.

"Did you have something you wanted to talk about tonight, Sy?"

"Kinda, yeah, uh…it's kind of a big thing for me, and I know this is new, what we have, but…well, I'll just tell ya."

"Go on." she encouraged, worried.

"I…I talked to my old CO about jobs in the private sector. He referred me to a company that…well it's sort of an employment agency for vets. Mostly security for private companies and individuals. I had a phone interview with them this past Tuesday. I just got a call this morning that they want to meet me in person to finalize everything. Mostly a formality. When I go for that, I'll also have to stay there a couple of weeks to a month for training."

"Where is this…gig?" She said, flat affect hiding the feelings brewing under her skin.

"The offices are in Charlottesville…Virginia. And there may be some cross country training there in Shenandoah National Park."

"Cross country…by that do you mean survival training?" She was still cool, but getting more livid.

"You could call it that, I guess. But it won't be a challenge for me. I'm more worried about the technical stuff." His bravado and flippancy about the whole endeavor was enraging her. The thought that he'd be in the wilderness alone, was only a fraction of the big picture. He was going away for a month? And he had known about the job for a week now. A week in which so much about their relationship had changed, and shifted. How could he think she'd just accept this without a bit of raging.

"You waited until after we slept together to tell me this. You did it on purpose, Sy." that was the biggest problem, she thought. The fact that he seemed to be hiding it from her. It brought back old trauma that she thought he'd never have subjected her to.

"Yes and no, Shane. I wasn't intentionally keeping anything from you, I just didn't wanna bring it up until somebody bit."

"You wanted to keep me in the dark about something you were excited about? How do you think that makes me feel?"

"I didn't wanna get your hopes up or mine. Honestly."

"Saying 'honestly' doesn't make it honest, Sy. I've told you about everything that Elliott put me through. The lies. The secrets. This puts a bad taste in my mouth. You have to see that. Can't you?"

"Oh, sunshine, I--"

"No, please. Do not do that right now. Don't call me sunshine when all I can see is the night."

"I'm so sorry. My intention was not to make you feel in any way like that asshole ever did. Please hear me when I say that. I want to be the opposite of him in your mind in every way, darlin.' Please believe that."

There was so much sincerity in his voice, now nearing tearfulness that she felt he must be telling her the truth. She nodded. But was still apprehensive about the nature of the job and the training.

"But…what if you get hurt again?"

"I won't. You've all but fixed me, Shane. I'm stronger than ever."

"Can't you just…find a safe job? Here?" She was being selfish. She couldn't help it. Even though she knew she might regret it.

"Sit at a desk, ya mean? Deliver pizzas?" he indicated the box between them on the table. "Call people and ask them if they're happy with their cable services, Shane? Is that all I'm good for now?" he was angry.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"No, of course not. You're a PT. That's what you were meant to do, right? Well, imagine if you couldn't do that no more. Something or another, an injury, perhaps, or just plain ol' shitty situation, left you in a position where you couldn't go back. Couldn't do your dream job. Couldn't fulfill your purpose." he spat. "Wouldn't you do anything you could to be some shadow of what you were meant to be?"

She couldn't speak. Because he was right in so many ways.

"Because right now, I'm nothin'. I'm not doin' anyone any good. I'm a drain on my country, the one I swore to protect with my very life. It's like I've broken an oath. And it's fractured my soul."

"I see that. I truly do. But I need you here. You do ME good, Sy. I'm already half dreading d/c'ing you. I don't wanna have to say a goodbye, too." it was her truth. But it hit him very much sideways.

"So…what is it, Shane? You only want me when I'm broken? You only want me so you can fix me?"

"No, of course not! That's not what--"

"Am I a charity case to ya now? Is that why ya finally gave in and let me in your bed?"

"Sy, no!" she was crying now. It had hurt so much to think that he could have gotten that from what she'd said.

"I think if you can have feelings hurt about this situation then so can I."

He stood to leave, but she caught him by the wrist.

"Shane…you know I would never, ever harm you. But please… don't test my limits. Let… go." She did.

She was still quite a bit faster than him, so she ran ahead and blocked the door.

"Move." he insisted. She didn't.

"Hear me out, and then I'll let you go."

He crossed his arms and nodded, his gaze still one of cold steel.

"Sy, I didn't mean to make this job that you're clearly excited for into a source of anguish or to make it about me. I'm thrilled that you're going to get to do something you want in another field. I really am. I just…being with you has made me realize how good life can really be. And even if you'd told me before we slept together, I would have said the same thing. It was selfish of me to haul my baggage into the conversation when you aren't, have never been, and could never be Elliot. His best couldn't compare with your worst. And I will do my best in the future to think about who you are before I complain about the work you find to do."

"It's like I said about Aika before. She's a soldier. Hard trained. And so am I. It took a lot of hard work for me to get where I am, so much that it fundamentally altered who I am as a person. Now, in my opinion, those changes were for the better. I was kind of a shit before I became a soldier, thought the sun rose and set with me. I got some perspective and met some good people…lost some, too. Saw some shit I can't unsee. Some of it haunts me to this day, and I figure it always will. But I reckon if I can keep fighting the fight somehow. Keep protecting people in whatever way I can, my training and experience won't be a total waste."

"I understand and respect that, Sy. And I will back you in any way I can. I'll water your plants, I'll keep Aika whenever you're gone, I'm here for you."

"Oh, shit! I wasn't even thinking about having to leave my dog behind! Maybe this WON'T work!" he chuckled.

"Second fiddle to another woman already. I knew you were gonna break my heart, Captain Logan Syverson."

"Never intentionally, sunshine." he hugged her, tight, and with his whole body. Their argument in the past and their future an exciting mystery. Shane had never felt so safe and loved.

Up Next: Chapter 12: Final Home Exercise Program

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{Chapter 4- Discussions and Punishments}//Soft,Cute, and Far Smarter Than You (Sanders Sides Agere/CGLRE)

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Logan did not see the point in this. He did not wanna suffer through this conversation with his caregiver, but Patton said that it should happen. When Logan and Virgil revealed their headspaces back to back, Patton and Roman both had questions. And now that Patton has gotten to see Logan in his headspace a few times, he had a few more.

So that's what this was, an opportunity for Patton to ask Logan questions and hopefully get honest responses. "I know, I know. You don't wanna do this, but I have so much that I'm curious about! I feel like there's certain things I should know if I'm gonna keep being your caregiver."

Logan sat in his chair, spun around so that he was facing his bed, where Patton sat. Patton figured he'd be more comfortable in his room without the other two there. "okay, get on with it." Logan instructed. Patton sighed, starting off with a simple one.

"What's the entirety of your headspace range?" he questioned. Logan thought for a moment.

"I don't ever seem to younger then three, and the oldest I've ever felt without being completely big is around sixteen." he admitted. He shifted in his seat, a little uncomfortable. He still wasn't quite used to talking about his headspace like it was a normal thing. Being able to just casually talk about things like his headspace range and his little gear preferences, it was weird.

"Thirteen years? Wow." Patton seemed shocked when he thought of it that way. "Okay, next..." he paused, "is there anything I can do to be a part of your regression while you're a teenager without overstepping or making you uncomfortable?" he seemed nervous, but he genuinely wanted to know.

"Oh! Um..." Logan paused now, thinking. "I don't know. Just kinda what you did last time I regressed to those ages, check on me and stuff. What you did last time was actually pretty perfect." he shyly smiled at Patton, who excitedly beamed.

"Really? Awe!" Logan coughed, snapping Patton out of his excitement to keep going with the questions. "Okay, overall, is there anything I could do better while you're little?"

"Maybe use the term 'regressed' when asking about it, or talking about that in general. I kind of associate 'little' with by kidspace and anything below that. So when talking about my teenspace..." Logan trailed off.

"Use the term regressed instead! Got it. Anything that'll make you more comfortable, kiddo." Patton nodded. "Hmm...is there anything else I could do better?" he asked. "Or something you'd like me to start doing?"

"Maybe...." Logan paused, feeling as if his thought was stupid. He continued anyways though. "Maybe we could start doing punishments and rewards. Not when I'm a teenager, but when I'm a kid and stuff." He didn't make direct mention of his younger headspace, but Patton brushed it off and continued talking after a moment.

"We could make a sticker chart for little Logan! Whenever you behave well, you can add stickers to the chart! We can make a system and everything." he said, Logan nodding. "But punishments? What would we even do?"

"I mean, most kids get timeouts and stuff. I don't know. I don't really misbehave though, so we don't have to worry about that." Logan now regretted bringing that up. Patton seemed skeptical immediately.

"Okay, fine." he sighed, "for now, we won't worry about punishments. But the moment you start being bratty while regressed, we are sitting down to have this conversation again." he playfully threatened. Logan gave an understanding nod, and they kept talking.

Questions and questions came from Patton, and Logan did his best to reply honestly. Patton felt as though open discussions were needed for this to work, and though Logan didn't like the awkward conversations and such, he agreed.

But what he said, about him behaving while regressed wasn't always true. And Patton was going to discover that really soon.

"Daddy, don wanna." Logan whined, fiercely shaking his head.

"Baby, you have to get dressed! You can't stay in pajamas all day," he paused, trying to find a way to convince him. "Your PJ's are so adult, but you're a baby, aren't you?"

"No!" Logan kicking his feet up. He still sat on his bed, his arms crossed as he absolutely refused to get ready.

"But darling," the nickname made Logan blush, but he still held his grumpy face. "You'll look so cute in your space onesie, don't you want your space onesie?" Patton pulled the piece of clothing from his lap, holding it up for him.

"If you want, you can wear just the onesie! Or you can wear overalls with it! How does that sound, baby?" Patton asked. There wasn't necessarily anything wrong with Logan staying in his pajamas, but he knew Big Logan would've wanted Patton to have him change. Logan hates staying in the same clothes for too long, no one really knows why.

Logan made grabby hands for the onesie, bouncing up and down. Patton didn't actually expect that to work, so he looked confused. "Space!" Logan giggled, kicking his feet again,except this time it was in a happy way. Patton had successfully diverted his attention.

"Yes baby, space. You know quite a bit about that, don't you?" he asked, reaching out for his hand to help him up. Logan started speaking, mindlessly taking his hand and standing up.

"Mhm! I know lots and lots about da stars, it's..it's weally weally cool!" his voice seemed to get even tinier when Patton tapped the side of his arm as a signal to lift them. He did so, and Patton pulled his shirt over his head with a chuckle.

"Yeah? Why don't you tell me something cool about the stars, Little Scholar?"

Whatever that slight brattiness that overcame Logan when he first got up was gone for the time being, washed away by Patton's adorable attempts at distracting him and making him slip younger.

"All done, baby boy!" he cheered once Logan was fully decked out in his cute little space onesie, animated spaceships and stars covering his figure. Logan giggled. "Now...do you want a pacifier today?"

He shook his head quickly. "Okay, well if you do want one, just let me know and we'll come pick one out, okay?" Logan nodded now. He hesitated, rethinking his decision.

"um..can I has one?" he mumbled shyly. Patton never understood the indecisiveness that Logan had sometimes, but he didn't complain. He only chuckled again, before turning around and locating the black chest on top of Logan's dresser. He had been working with him on not hiding away his little gear as if he was ashamed of it. So the pacifier chest currently sat on top of the dresser, not in the bottom drawer.

"Which one, sweetheart?" he asked. Logan took one of the modified baby pacifiers, which was dark blue with a spaceship on the button. It was a originally a toddler MAM pacifier, but the nipple was switched out for an adult one.

"Look at you, all cute and adorable." Patton cooed as he slipped the pacifier into his mouth. Logan smiled adorably behind it. Logan walked up to the mirror on the back of his door, looking at himself. He wore the onesie, and that's it. He whined, because he didn't want to wear overalls, but he also felt uncomfortable in just the onesie.

It was cute, and he didn't mind Patton seeing him like this, but he didn't want to walk around the house. "Whats wrong, baby?" Patton questioned. Logan silently pulled at the onesie, in a downwards motion. "You want some pants? We can find some overalls-"

"No, no, don wanna!" he said. Patton's eyebrows creased in confusion.

It took them a bit to work it out, but he settled on white shortalls. All was well in the house, Logan was adorable, and Patton was getting ready to make breakfast. This day was sure to go great.

What could go wrong?

So much. So much could go wrong.

"No, no, no!" Logan shouted in his babyish voice, "Don wanna."

"Calm down, baby. Please," Patton instructed. Logan shook his head. Virgil and Roman watched in silence. Logan was partially fussy due to the fact that Virgil wasn't little, so he was the tiniest side in the house, which made him feel vulnerable and frustrated. And also, Patton was trying to make him clean his toys up.

"Come here." Patton instructed, in a slightly strict but soft tone. Logan shook his head, remaining in his spot on the floor, a plastic toy space ship in his hands. When he was little, Logan often ignored small things that big him would totally freak out about. For example, cleaning up after himself.

Usually, though, Patton would remind him and he'd do it with little complaints. But today, for some reason, he absolutely refused. "Baby." he called in a more serious voice, trying to convince him to get off of the ground.

"No."

Is it bad that Virgil and Roman were just a little amused by this? Patton looked absolutely tripped up on what to do, and just shocked. But he covered it up with a serious face as if he had any idea what he was doing or how to react.

"Logan." He finally said, in a much harsher voice that he immediately felt bad for using. Logan dropped his toy, whimpering very quietly. Virgil could practically feel the babyish anxiety radiating from him. Logan got up slowly and shuffled over to stand in front of Patton, looking down and biting on his lip.

He didn't have any of his stuffed animals or his pacifier (he'd left them where he had been playing). "I'm sorry if I scared you, or anything. But you weren't listening before and I didn't know what else to do." Patton apologized. Logan nodded slowly, only glancing up at him a bit.

"Now, why don't you want to clean up your toys?" he asked.

"I don't wanna!" Logan whined, shifting on his feet.

"I know that you don't want to, but why?" he questioned once again.

"Don't wanna!" he simply shouted, stomping his foot on the ground with a huff. He crossed his arms.

Patton knew this is where he should punish him, but they didn't discuss punishments. So he said the first thing that came to mind. "Go sit in the kitchen. You're in timeout." he ordered, Logan seemingly shocked.

"No,no,no,no." he wasn't shouting, or directly defying him. Instead, he was muttering to himself, closing in on himself and looking ready to burst into tears. "No!" he shouted quickly, before running off and around the couch. Patton didn't even process what was going on until he was all the way at the bottom of the stairs.

Roman and Virgil still didn't give any input, not quite knowing what to say. What they would've suggested, Patton already tried to do. Softly talk him through what's going on, try to find out why he's acting this way. And resort to timeout if needed.

"Logan!" Patton called, turning on the couch so that he was looking at him. He slipped on the stairs and stumbled a bit. He paused, pouting with a quivering lip. He took a deep breath before grabbing onto the railing and continuing to quickly pace up the stairs. "You're going to hurt yourself, sweetheart." he tried again, but Logan ignored him, and within seconds, his door shut behind him.

Patton sighed, going to stand up. "Maybe you should give him a second?" Roman suggested. Patton nodded,

"Not to long though." he confirmed. He knew he was crying, and that he was probably scared that Patton was mad at him. He'd give him a second to calm down, and then go comfort him himself.

"Hey, you dealt with that well. He didn't react well, but you're doing a good job." Virgil smiled at him, and Patton smiled back weakly. He was oh to worried about his baby boy.

"It's also gonna be okay. I think he's just emotional about something unrelated and he's just acting out a bit. And also fussy about being the littlest one. Everything's gonna be okay." Roman reassured. They were both using reassuring words that actually helped a bit. Telling him that he wasn't a bad caregiver, and that everything would be okay. It calmed him a bit before he headed up the stairs.

Patton tried opening the door, but pulled his hand back when he realized it was locked. "Baby boy, can you please open the door for Daddy?" he called out.

"Why?" he heard a wavering baby voice come from inside the room, Logan had most likely been crying, as Patton predicted.

"Because I want to talk to you, Logan." Patton spoke softly, tapping his foot a bit while he listened for a reply.

"Go 'way." he could barely make out his voice and sniffles due to how quiet he was.

"I don't want to go away, darling. I promise that I just want to help you, okay? I'm not mad at you, if that's what your worried about." He could hear Logan slowly approaching the door, and suddenly he could hear his voice much more clearly.

"weally? Not mad?" he asked in a heartbreaking voice.

"Of course I'm not mad! I'm sorry I snapped at you, and gave you a timeout. But punishment doesn't mean that I'm angry with you, little one." he spoke in a promising voice. He heard Logan unlock the door and back away. Patton quickly swung the door open and shut it behind him, finding the boy with his knees to his chest in his office chair.

He was sucking on his thumb, and still looked nervous. Patton came closer to him slowly, and Logan dropped his legs, adjusting them so that they were hanging normally off of the chair. "Okay, do you wanna explain what happened down there?" Patton crouched in front of the chair so that he met Logan's eye level.

Logan still found a way to avoid looking at his face, though. "Why were you so against cleaning up, hmm?" Logan gave a light shrug, but eventually started speaking. He pulled his thumb out of his mouth before doing so.

"Just didn't want to. To small...and sad." he mumbled the last line.

"Sad? Oh, baby, why are you sad?" Patton's face dropped and he looked at him with even more concern in his face then before.

"Feel bad." he whined, shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

"About refusing to clean, or something else?" Patton asked. Logan was weirdly emotional today, and now that he thought about it, it was possible he was upset about something since that morning, like Roman had suggested.

"Smallest one here, an-and m' a baby and you has to take care of me. Feel bad." he repeated himself, inching his thumb back towards his mouth. Patton took a second to process before he spoke in a really soft, but direct tone.

"You never have to feel bad because I'm taking care of you. I know that you don't like being the smallest side in the house, or feeling like a baby, but you don't have to act out because of it. I can handle a three year old, you don't have to be sad." he spoke with the hope that Logan would understand him. He reached forward and pulled his hand away from his mouth.

"m' sorry," he apologized.

"For what, sweetheart?" Patton asked softly.

"Not being good. Don't like getting in trouble." he sniffled lightly.

"You're not in trouble anymore. This doesn't mean you'll get out of timeout any other time you act out, but today's the exception, okay?" Logan softly nodded, and Patton leaned forward to kiss his forehead.

Logan looked down and swung his feet a bit. "Thank you, daddy." he mumbled.

"Now, lets head downstairs and pick up those toys, hmm? Then we can take a nap and move on from all this. How does that sound?" he offered, Logan nodding and letting Patton take his hand.

Logan didn't want to talk about punishments, but Patton was right about the fact that they probably should. Especially now that he knew that Logan wasn't always the most well behaved, even if it was emotion based brattiness.

So, now Logan knew that the dreaded conversation had to happen.

But like everything else, he knew that it'd turn out fine.

It always did.

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Pillow Talk | Four/Billy

A/N: Hi there I’m providing you with yet another less than average fic! This time for Four, well Billy! Again feedback as well as constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!

Word count: 1,962

Warnings: a tiny little bit steamy? but not really? bit sad too

Part 2!

Billy normally isn’t one for one night stands. He just doesn’t do them, for various reasons. The main reason being his job, having to keep his identity a secret, trying his best to not leave a trace of his existence makes it hard. One always told him, he should live a little, to “get some every once in a while”.

But he only did it once.

It was after a successful mission in the city that never sleeps, the whole group decided to go out and celebrate with a few drinks.

A few rounds in the only ones still at the table were Four and Seven. Two and Three couldn’t keep their hands to off each other and excused themselves before either going to the bathroom or leaving the bar completely. One and Five, as far as he knew only went to the bar to get another round, but were gone for at least ten minutes now.

Looking around the dimly lit local, trying to spot his friends his eyes stopped on a girl standing at the counter, looking around as well, probably searching for her friends, or her boyfriend, who knows.

But when your eyes met his bright green ones, your search got forgotten pretty quickly. You noticed his wouldn’t leave you either, so you raised your drink in a ‘cheers’ manner with a wink.

Billy took it as a sign and quickly stood up, “I’m going to get us the drinks, looks like One and Five are not coming back any time soon!” He told Seven - actually Blaine, but well old habits die hard - before leaving towards the bar.

Luckily for both of you he got a spot right next to you, politely asking if the stool next to yours was free. And even though it was not - you were here with a guy from your boring nine-to-five job who you, after rejecting him about four times, decided to give a chance and let him take you on a date - you gladly offered him to take a seat.

“So… do you come here often?”, Billy asked, a cheeky smile gracing his lips. He wasn’t expecting an answer and even if he was hoping for one, it for sure wasn’t you bursting into laughter. And it genuinely was the best thing he’s heard in a long time.

“Did you seriously try to chat me up with that line?”, now that you started laughing you couldn’t stop. Maybe it was because of the ridiculous flirting attempt, or the alcohol was slowly showing his effect.

Embarrassment taking over Billy turned beet red, trying to form a sentence that at least made some sense when you interrupted him. “You’re cute, blondie. And to answer your question, I do come here quite often.”

After your response the grin returned to his plump pink lips, “What can I get a pretty lady like you?”

You started giggling again, “You seriously need to step up your flirting game! But I’d like another Cosmo please.” He called over the bar keeper to order your drinks when you put your hand on his that was set on the bar, “I’m (y/n) by the way.”

“Four, pleasure to meet you”, he smiled, sliding a twenty over to the barkeeper to pay for the drinks he just ordered.

“Four? That’s quite the interesting name… but nice to meet you too”, a slight blush covering your cheeks, “what brings you here?”

“Just, uh, drinks after work I guess? I’m here with some of my colleagues, you?”

“Well, I was here on a date-” “A date? Oh fuck I’m sorry! I should- I’m- let’s just forget I was here okay?” “-Christ Four, it’s alright! He left me for some highschool friend of his to catch up. I’m actually glad you’re here”, he wasn’t a hundred percent sure you were telling the truth but when he saw the small, only slightly sad, smile on your lips, he had no other choice but believe you. It’s not like you’ve been dying to go on this date with Greg, but getting left at the bar isn’t a nice feeling.

“Are you su-”, Billy began before you interrupted him. “Positive, please stay. Keep me company, but only if you want to.”

“Of course I want to, my co-workers left too, well most of them did, except for Seven, but he’ll be fine”, the blonde reassured you with a soft smile.

The two of you continued talking about unnecessary stuff for another hour, the drinks flowing until you were both far more than tipsy.

“How- how about I take you home? Alright? It seems like you had enough now”, Billy stated, helping you on your feet, “where do you live, darling?” God he could call you darling in that accent all fucking day and you wouldn’t get tired of it.

“Just two blocks down”, you smiled lazily at the handsome guy you’ve spent a good part of the evening talking to. ”Okay, love, guide me.”

You were in front of your flat in no time, and sad that he was probably going to leave now and you’re never going to see him again. Alone the thought of that sobered you up a little, “Do you wanna come in for a coffee? Or just some water? You know to sober up a bit? Prevent the hangover?”, suddenly insecure you fumbled with your keys before unlocking the door to your small flat.

“Yeah I’d love to!”, his reply far too quick to not be awkward, but the big smile on your face made the internal embarrassment totally worth it. “Great! Come in then!”

With an equally as big and dorky smile he entered after you, the door falling shut behind him. “Hi, baby I’m back! Yes, I missed you too”, you cooed at something in the living room. Billy’s first thought immediately went to ‘Oh my she’s got a child!’ But he got proven wrong when you returned to the hall with a black cat curled up in your arms. “Four, this is Roger, my baby”, an adorable giggle fell from your lips as the furry creature licked your fingers.

Jumping into Billy’s arms Roger cuddled against his muscular chest, his long fingers quickly finding their way into his fur. God those fingers and what they could do to you, by this time your imagination was already running wild. All night had you fantasised about it, and what was under all this unnecessary clothing.

Billy continued to pet the cat for another five minutes before Roger decided she had enough and left for the living room, leaving the the two of you alone in the hall again. Yeah, no this isn’t going anywhere he thought. “I-I.. (y/n)? Did you only invite me in for coffee?”, hand nervously rubbing his neck, she wasn’t the only one fantasising all night. His mind went elsewhere everytime the straw of whatever drink she was having passed her lips, or when she was looking up at him with those pretty doe eyes.

His question clearly caught you off guard, suddenly a blushing mess you didn’t verbally reply, only shook your head. “Use your words, Darling. Tell me, why did you want me to come up with you?”, his calloused hand cupped your jaw, forcing you to look him straight into his bright green eyes, eyes to get lost in.

“I- No”, you admitted, the blush turning an even deeper shade of red, “I want you, probably just as much as you want me.”

And boy was she right,

If anyone entered your flat right now, they would think someone broke in and tried to rob you. In your rush you had accidentally knocked over the lamp in the living room and of course clothes all over the place. Billy’s shirt even landed on poor little Roger.

In the room next door Four just rolled off of you, still in that post-sex-bliss after not having any action in months he curled his arm around your waist, pulling you close. “Christ that was amazing”, Billy groaned placing a soft kiss on your temple.

“I’m glad I was able to please”, you giggled kissing along his sternum. “So… Four, don’t tell me that’s your real name.”

“No, it’s not”, he chuckled caressing your back, “but I’m not allowed to tell anybody, don’t want to upset my boss.”

“Oh and why’s that?”

“Well, if I tell you he might kill you, because we’re supposed to keep it on the low, and not interact with people, even if it’s pretty girls like you”, his hands finding their way into your hair, somehow he can’t keep his hands off you.

“You’re scaring me, just a tiny little bit… But what if I promise not to tell anybody? Will you tell me who I owe the best and most intense orgasm to?” Bringing back the puppy look he couldn’t help but give in.

“It’s Billy.”

“Billy? That’s adorable”, you giggled bringing your lips to meet his in a short but sweet kiss.

“Baby, I think we both know that I am far from adorable… I think I made that very clear not even an hour ago.”

“Touché.”

There was a quiet moment between the two of you, but far from uncomfortable. You were just enjoying each others company and the closeness, as well as the heat radiating from your nude bodies. But one question still needed to be asked.

“Will I ever see you again?”, your voice small and insecure, almost inaudible.

He question hung in the air, tension replacing the soft light mood. “You- I, I totally understand if this is the last we see of each other. I imagine your job, or whatever you’re doing, doesn’t allow you to be with someone given how hesitant you were at first… In that case I want to thank you for tonight, and I doubt I will find someone like you ever again. Boy you are driving me wild and I only know you for a few hours!”, you were rambling now, putting some distance between you by sitting up.

Billy didn’t like that, he quickly followed pulling you in his lap again. “Baby, you had me wrapped around your finger the second I saw you. I really, REALLY enjoyed our time together, and god what would I do to stay with you, but I’m dead, love. Everyone I knew before I started with this madness thinks I’ve died, I technically don’t exist anymore! I really want to see you again, but I won’t be staying here long enough. I can promise you one thing though, whenever I’m back here, every single time, the first thing I’ll do when I’m done is come and visit you, okay?”

Tears were blurring your vision, not wanting to let go, you kissed him with as much emotion as you could nodding. “Don’t break that promise, please. You’re so much more than just a one time thing. You made me crazy for you I just can’t let this be our last time.”

“I’m not letting that happen, I swear as long as I’m alive I will return to you, if you wait for me.”

“I promise, I’ll wait for you”, voice airy, sealing the vow with another kiss. “Let’s go to sleep , love. We’ll figure something out tomorrow”, Billy whispered, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Answering with a nod you settled back in the mattress, snuggling up to him just like Roger did earlier.

Sleep took over the both of you quicker than you’d liked.

Billy held you close the whole night, keeping you safe and warm. Yet you woke up with the left side of the bed cold, his body replaced with a pillow and Roger softly purring next to you.

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imagine-loki · 5 years

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Morning Coffee

TITLE: Morning Coffee

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One Shot

AUTHOR: @marvelgirlonamarvelworld (side blog)

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki hangover after a night out. Through his desperate search for a remedy to ease his headache, he finally gives in to try a cup of ‘Midgard’s delight’ as Thor likes to refer to a cup of coffee.

RATING: T+

NOTES/WARNINGS: none, just some slight mentions of smut, language, a little fluff. It’s def SFW.

A/N: Not a new TWMA chapter. Sorry, :/ don’t wanna complain and bore you guys, BUT I did manage to write this little something at the last minute! :D hope you all like it. Feedback’s always appreciated!!!!

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Loki’s not himself when the sun rises. He never is.

Though who is ever its own person when the rays of the king star grace the lands? Nobody. Truly.

That’s just how things are. Mornings are a rather tedious thing. Especially for night owls like the god of lies, whose stormy clouds proceed his usual emerald twinkling glare.

Flashes of neon and sparkle came and went, as he dragged his feet through the place.

His mind was an aching haze.

“Lokes!” Tony hooted from across the kitchen as the groggy raven-haired stepped into the luxurious space. Bright white lights glared back and sunk into his irritated eyes. “The life of the party! Had your fair share of fun last night on the dance floor huh?”

A growl rumbled in Loki’s throat as he glared the billionaire Avenger. Desires and ideas to obliterate that sneer from his idiotic face were yet to wither from his aching head.

Yet he abstained from carrying them out. His brain was pounding way too violently against his skull, and Loki feared it would only worsen if he went about it. It wasn’t worth it.

Perhaps later.

Life of the party. Sure thing he’d loosened himself a bit...too much. Though the sex right after was the best, and the only thing he did not regret.

“Brother!” Thor greeted and huskily placed his palm on his shoulder. “Told you it’d be fun to try Midgardian customs!” The blond shook his shoulder and Loki could swear his bones rattled and broke under his careless touch. The bright smile on his face only blinded his eyes ever more as it worsened his mood just as much. “Have you prepared for our morning spar?”

Morning spar?! Loki groaned and briskly stepped away from his brother. Who did he think he was?! Even gods needed a day to lay back!

“Witless idiot,” Loki spat in a whisper as his hands pulled open the refrigerator and rummaged for a meal worthy of a deity such as him.

Ah, yes. The god of lies loathed mornings as much as he abhorred every single individual inside the tower.

“Even me?” A sweet velvet voice questioned from behind.

His eyes rapidly darted from the mouthwatering delights as rays of background light began to swirl in his eyes.

Solid ground had become unsteady quicksand.

Gripping the side counter and closing his eyes momentarily, Loki steadied himself before the urges to vomit overwhelmed him any further.

It was a big mistake, a ginormous error to have given in to her and Thor’s persuasive bickering the night before. A dire slip to have indulged in the thousand-year-old mead Thor had smuggled to the party. For if he’d been told this would be the outcome of feeling alive once more, then he would’ve profoundly said no.

Gulping, Loki opened his eyes and was met a feminine figure. Ah, his beloved mind-reader. The avenger who everyone feared and respected.

“Darling...” his face contorted as the bloodcurdling headache heightened. Two of his fingers were quickly pressed against his aching temple as all sounds amplified deafeningly. “Could you please lower your voice? We’re not in a circus for Valhalla’s sake!”

“That bad?” She acknowledged and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

The sly grin plastered on her face irritated Loki evermore. And a growl vibrated in his chest. For although he enjoyed her constant teasing and belittles, his exhausted mind dreaded it as much as it annoyed him.

Yet Loki couldn’t help but remember her sultry body swaying under tainting neon rays and blasting beats. Could still picture how that feline glare of hers, after the intoxicating mead had made its way through his veins, flustered his heart as it hazed it all away. Oh, and her smile and tender skin casting glimmers against the dim throbs of light as his palms slithered through her tender figure and rested on her hips...if to only re-live that again, then he’d say yes to another crazed night.

“I think this should become a regular end of the week thing before everyone goes their own way,” she teased as she acknowledged the other avengers, who were cradling mugs of steaming coffee between their palms.

Their unison hums of approval and glinting eyes were screeching hits to his aching head. The mere thought of another wild evening made his head swim as his palate was overwhelmed by last night's wild times.

“I know the guy who owns the club,” Tony chimed in as he gestured, “he owns me quite a few favors. Doubt he’ll say no to a couple VIP passes for earth’s mightiest heroes.”

Loki grimaced at the billionaire but remained silent. The word mighty did not even reach his feet! Stark was a slob! A hedonist idiot who would rather spend his days between naked sweaty bodies than making a clean name for himself!

Were Midgardian people always this self-centered and leisure driven? The raven-haired wondered as his eyes hovered to the hermit man with the bionic arm.

“You still got that mead?” Bucky made a head gesture to the blond god of thunder as he added to the conversation.

He better not, Loki hoped.

Thor reclined back on the chair as it slightly creaked at his godly weight, and crossed his arms. “Oh, there is plenty! Blessed it be Hymir’s cauldron, for there is and will always be enough mead to sustain plenty Midgardian feasts!”

Oh, Norns...

Loki’s face paled and then reddened at the mention of the gigantic stolen relic from the king at the edge of the world sea. His knuckles whitened as the clutch on the marble hardened and groaned in disgust.

“What do you think, Loki?” The girl asked with innocent eyes. “Like the idea?”

If he liked the idea?! Loki’s eyes widened at her cynical question.

Of course, he did not like the idea!

He abhorred it with all his twisting guts and desires to throw up!

“I believe there’s no need for me to vocalize my opinion,” Loki snarled as he turned back to the refrigerator and closed it shut. “Why don’t you read my head, my dear mind intruder. See if my answer is pleasing enough.”

“Alright, I think I’ve watched you suffer enough,” Tony stood up from his chair and approached the hangover god. “What you need, is one of my specialty espressos.”

Loki’s face contorted at the mention of the caffeinated drink. Yet he was a tad bit amuses as well. For he’d seen his beloved mind-reader indulge in one of his drinks after a night of wild celebrating, and by the time the clock chimed ten in the morning, she was as good as new.

“Yeah, make that face now,” Tony pointed out as he grabbed a mug from the cabinet, “but your godly ass is gonna beg me for another after the first. Even your brother loves my espressos.” Tony stated as he began to prepare the warm drink. “Because there is no, and let me stress it enough, there is NO soul, not a single human being or intergalactic mythological god, that will refuse my coffee. Not even you, reindeer games.”

Loki painstakingly rolled his eyes while the avengers watched with snickering grins as Tony handed him his warm drink. “Drink up.”

Loki held the tiny mug with one hand as expectant eyes bore onto him. His annoyance and little patience caved into his throbbing head which pleaded for a remedy to diminish the ache. Anything would do the trick.

But Loki was a selfish-proud being.

“I will not drink your idiotic concoction,” Loki spat.

“Aw come on,” she said. “Just one sip.”

“It is disgusting, dear. Just look at it!”

“You have not tried it yet, brother,” Thor retorted.

“And I will not,” Loki deadpanned.

Silence prevailed as Thor smirked and glance to his teammates who had an equal reflection, understanding what the blond was about to say.

“Well, I thought you were one for risks, brother,” Asgard’s golden child bellowed calmly. “Have you not said, brother, you loved to take risks. Try new things.” Thor said with false disdain. “It seems I was mistaken to think you a brave warrior.”

As fast as Thor finished speaking, Loki’s head snapped and glared at his brother wishing his piercing eyes had the ability to murder idiots on the spot. And Tony couldn’t help but bite his tongue and turn his head to hold the snort threatening to escape his throat.

“Are you calling me a chicken?” the trickster barked and stiffened his jaw, as he ignored everyone’s wide eyes and slack mouths in surprise.

Thor clasped his hands on the table and smiled sheepishly. “Perhaps I am...brother.”

“Oh shit!” Sam hollered as he fisted his hand and pressed it against his mouth. “Nah, he didn’t...”

Tension clasped and strangled the proud trickster god as he and his brother continued to bicker non-stop. They were no gods but young souls.

Thor and Loki were children again. Calling each other names and pressing each other’s buttons till one pulled too hard from the string. For a brief moment, their surroundings had diminished and things were as they used to be. As Loki wished it had stayed and as Thor did as well.

“I am no chicken, you oaf,” Loki insulted as Thor grinned playfully.

For it was the humiliation that twisted his arm as he never broke eye contact and gulped the bittersweet drink before he rushed to the sink and spit the content.

“Norns...” his face contorted. The headache worsened.

Entertained eyes stared as the god of lies muttered under his breath while he wiped his mouth and walked away. And silenced dawned again as Tony blinked and tilted his head. “Well, that hurt my feelings.”

“He liked it.” Assured the girl. “Don’t worry.”

“What do you mean he liked it?” Sam chided. “He literally spit it all out.”

“Loki...he’s Loki,” Thor acknowledged, agreeing with his brother’s significant other. “Always fond of the theatrics.”

“You read his mind didn’t you?” Steve chastised.

All eyes were fixed on the girl who raised her shoulders nonchalantly. For she had indeed. She couldn’t help it.

Later that day.

Skulking through the halls, the silent god of lies continued to glance back and forth as he reached the entrance of the kitchen.

He had lied. Though he was allowed to, his seldom and image were precious and invaluable. He was the creator of deceit after all.

But Loki would never admit it out loud. He would never accept how the dulcet creamy taste of almonds danced on his tongue. And oh that bittersweetness fading in and merging along...Loki tasted paradise from that mug.

That slight taste of caffeine was Valhalla to his sophisticated palate.

Now he understood why his brother spoke grandeur of Midgardian coffee.

Loki rummaged through the kitchen and found the praised coffee maker Stark treasured. Though he was clueless as to how to operate it.

Quickly thinking and weighing his options, Loki came to the conclusion: asking Stark was not an option, and calling his nosy butler would only have the same repercussions.

To even imagine he’d asked, the resounding ‘I told you so’s’ deafened his ears.

“I told you you’d like my coffee.” Tony’s voice echoed in the silent kitchen.

Loki froze in place and fisted his hands. He realized admittance was unavoidable now. He was caught more than red-handed.

“Like what?” Loki asked after turning around, his hands remaining behind his back. “Perhaps you’d like to be more specific.”

“My espressos,” Tony said nonchalantly as he stood beside the trickster, and placed a mug under the machine.

Loki narrowed his eyes and chuckled airily, “My, then whoever told you such lie most have felt utterly sorry for you.”

“Did you just call me a liar,” an all-too-familiar voice drew their attention, and his eyes were met by a playful stare. It was his mind-reader.

Rapidly his face softened and glanced at her apologetically, “I would never.”

“Sounded to me like you did,” Tony commented.

“Stark,” Loki flashed the billionaire, and now barista, a furtive glare.

Loki watched as the girl rolled her eyes and chuckled while she placed her palms on his broad chest. There was no need to say how beautifully intrusive she was, for she already knew.

That bright smile and those bared teeth spoke for her so.

“Ok, here it is you two,” Tony handed the couple two steaming mugs before ushering out with a grin plastered on his face. “Told you you’d come back. Everybody does. Because nobody dislikes my drinks.“

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Summary: This story is about Feyre. She has a couple of small dreams she wants to achieve but turns out it isn’t as easy as she imagined it would. Trust me, the story is better than the summary. Modern AU. Feysand.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or anything. All credit goes to Sarah J Mass. I only own the plot.

Chapter 14: They Talk

The next morning, my alarm woke me up at 7 AM and I picked up my phone to find a text from Rhys: Okay. Where do wanna meet? What time? After yesterday's partying Rhys had decided to let everyone have a sleep in but with the warning that we had to be ready by 11 AM because we would need to leave by then if we wanted to get back to Stanford at a reasonable time.

Do you want to get breakfast now? At the cafe across the road?

The reply came almost instantly. Sure. Be there in fifteen.

I scrambled out of my bed and into the shower. I washed my hair twice and went over my body with soap twice, too. I tried curling my hair a little, but it took me only two minutes to give up on that. I could feel summer approaching. The nights were warmer, the mornings less chilly. Today, the sky looked nice and blue though it was still a little cold so I decided to wear some loose, light jeans paired with a button-down shirt with thick white and blue stripes, leaving the top two buttons open, and threw a light brown coat over it to ward of the slight chill in the air. It was conservative but sexy enough that there was a chance Rhys would like it. Because I did want him to like it. I wanted him to notice me. I couldn't deny that to myself anymore. I wanted him to look at me and think I was pretty.

Finally happy with my appearance, I left a small note for Mor, beside a glass of water and some Advil, and quietly left the room. The small cafe wasn't packed and it didn't take long for me to find Rhys. His back was to me and he was standing in front of a magazine stand, making me think he was reading one. I took in the opportunity to just look at him while he was distracted. He was wearing a light sweater, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His pants were light brown. And then unintentionally, my gaze drifted down. To his ass. The jeans were tight, showing it off and no matter how much I wanted to take my eyes off him, I couldn't. My mouth watered at the sight of him and I had to take a deep breath in before I was finally able to blink my eyes, taking my gaze off his ass. Before I could do anything else stupid, I quickly went up to him and gave him a light tap on his shoulder. He turned around and smiled when he saw me. I gave him a small smile back as he said, "Good morning Feyre." I was glad he didn't make it awkward or anything. I don't know what I would've done if he had.

"Good morning Rhys," I replied to him, my smiling growing and becoming more confident.

He led me to one of the smaller tables, where the seats were single couches. Taking my coat off for me, he hooked it over the back of my chair and seated me down, like a true gentleman. He fetched a couple of menus before returning and giving one to me and taking his seat. "Did you want to order first, or talk? Assuming that's what you called me here to do?" His voice was so nice and smooth, and it made me feel like everything would be alright if we were together.

I smiled and said, "Breakfast first, please, if you don't mind." I was very hungry and needed the extra few minutes to get my thoughts in order. We quickly chose our meals before he placed the order. While we waited he let me take control of the conversation. I started with some easy stuff, just telling him how much I'd enjoyed the week and how much I appreciated all he'd done for me and stuff like that. Soon our food arrived. I watched as the waitress set down our coffees and seconds later brought our meals. I was surprised to feel a pang of jealousy when I noticed how her eyes hung on Rhys. She was obliviously stunned by his beauty but he looked oblivious. He gave her a polite thank you before turning back to me, expecting our conversation to go on. I stayed silent as the waitress left, disappointment clear on her face. Once she was out of my line of sight, I turned back to him. Rhys had already dug into his simple BLT and was sipping on his cappuccino, time to time, while I stared at my plate stacked with pancakes, lots of bacon, syrup and banana, and a pumpkin spice latte.

Dismissing all my thoughts related to the waitress, I, suddenly not feeling so hungry, moved the food around my plate. Rhys, of course, noticed and raised an eyebrow in question. "Not hungry."

I hesitated before replying, "Did you not notice?"

"Notice what?"

"You know what."

He smirked. "No, I don't."

I narrowed my eyes. "Yes, you do. You know she was looking at you. I know you do."

His smile grew. "Is our Feyre darling jealous?" I gulped, my heart pausing for a beat at his words. Feyre darling.

"Don't call me that." I snapped.

"Why not, Feyre darling?" I huffed in frustration and angrily took a couple of bites of my pancakes.

A few more beats of silence passed before I finally blurted out, "About yesterday." He opened his mouth to speak but I interrupted him, "No, let me finish." He nodded, putting down his cutlery and giving me his full attention. I made sure to hold his gaze as I said, "Did you like it? The kiss?" Straight to the point. He stared at me, sucking in a deep breath, perhaps deciding whether or not I could handle his answer, before nodding as he exhaled. I let out a sigh, realising I'd been holding my breath in anticipation of his answer. "I'm sorry. About what I did. I hadn't meant to flinch away and I promise it wasn't because of you." I paused. "Well, it kind of was you, but not you, if you know what I mean?" He gave me a sympathetic shake of the head, his expression telling me that he had no idea what I was talking about. I gulped. "It was what you did," I told him clearly. "Your hand came over my throat. It's a soft spot."

"Why?" I heard him ask softly, hesitantly.

I sighed, disappointed in myself. I wanted to tell him so badly, but I just couldn't get the words out. I could visualise it so clearly. I could see the words perfectly in my head as I spoke them to Rhys, but when it was time my voice refused to come out. My throat locked up, my muscles tensed.

I felt tears escape the corners of my eyes as I looked down, covering my face with my hands. I was broken. Dagdan and Tamlin had together shattered my spirit and I was exhausted of putting myself back together. I didn't want to do it anymore if it meant that I would always be haunted by the memories of that night. They were branded to back of my eyes; I couldn't rid myself of them.

And then I felt the warmth. I worked through the automatic flinch that I usually did when someone, especially a male, touched me. Once I was pretty sure I wouldn't flinch, I let myself think about other things.

Rhys was hugging me.

As if reading my thoughts, his arms dropped down from around me, his eyes becoming hooded, seemingly second-guessing his actions. He had moved to crouch next to me and as I stared at him, I thought about just how much I loved being in Rhys's arms. How warm and safe I felt.

I put a hand against his cheek, seeking the same warmth, and he leaned slightly into it, his eyes closing. I kept my hand there for a couple of seconds before dropping away. I sighed again, my head going back down. I could sense Rhys's gaze on me, desperately wanting my reply, so I took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry. I can't tell you. I want to but I just… can't." He nodded in understanding, giving me a little sad smile, "Some other time maybe."

"Some other time," I replied just as softly as him. He moved back to his seat and because of who he was, or maybe because he just wanted to get rid of the stale air that had surrounded us after all that, he adopted his usual snarky nature, and soon I was crying not from the pain in my stomach, but laughter instead. Around an hour or so later, we got up to leave. Lifting my coat off the back of my chair, I put it on and as I turned to look at Rhys, I found him inches away from me. I gasped, and he gave a smile, showing off his perfect white teeth, and said in his silky voice, "You're beautiful Feyre. Whether you believe or not, you are beautiful."

AN: Hey guys. I hope you like this chapter just as much as I enjoyed writing it. After the way, the last chapter ended I really needed them to fix things up between them and I'm really happy with the way it turned out. But enough about me. Did you like it? Do you have any feedback, feed-forward or advice for me? I appreciate all of that and love hearing from you, so don't be scared to get in touch with me in any way. Thank you for reading and I hope to see you again next time.

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