₊˚﹒✶﹒trolls headcanons .ᐟ

brozone, creek & king trollex with a reader going through a breakdown, overthinking and panicking and how they deal with them.

note ; I somehow(?) accidentally deleted the person's ask for this. I don't remember exactly what they asked word for word. (I'm down on my knees apologizing to you rn, I'm so sorry anon 🙏) so hopefully based on my memory this is at least close to what you asked for. I also hope this headcanon is to your liking.

☆★﹒🎧 ﹐BROZONE

John Dory

erm. well. let's just say when it comes to dealing with other people's emotions, he's not really the best guy to depend on...

BUT considering he spent years by himself (and rhonda) with no other socialization, plus leaving his brothers behind and coming back to them after awhile out of conscious but seeing them nowhere to be found, he definitely felt lonely and HAD his own breakdowns before.

so he'd understand how you're feeling, or at least try to understand.

when he first saw you breaking down, his first instinct was to ask you questions "why are you breaking down?" "did something happen?"

if he doesn't get a reply from you, he'll respect your boundaries and not ask any further questions. he'll just focus on comforting you in the present, awkwardly patting your back and giving you words of affirmation that he thinks would work. like those motivational phrases or quotes online, maybe even those ones that facebook moms use.

if you do give a reply, he'll sit down next to you and hear you out. sipping a drink and lending his ears for you to vent. he'll keep quiet (internally, he's restraining himself from outing his own opinions on whatever you vented to him about).

In summary, he's a listener. If you let him voice his own opinions, he'll tell you his thoughts and views. more often than not, if he does give advice, it's probably best you don't actually follow them. I feel like he's bad at giving advice...

at least, he's got the spirit!

Spruce/Bruce

this troll has a wife and kids. I'm sure he's knowledgeable in comforting someone when they are breaking down or overthinks a lot.

if you're overthinking, he'll support you and keep you company but he's also honest that helps you actually evaluate your overthinking thoughts and not stress too much about them.

once you come to him looking vulnerable, he'll immediately try to soothe you by rubbing your back gently. yk like those back rubs that puts babies to sleep? yeah, he'll do that.

while he rubs your back, he urges you to take a deep breath and let it all out. so you do. unknowingly you ranted and ranted, every little detail spoken word to word. he just has that affect on people.

lets you know that what you're going through is valid.

once you're all done, he'll give you advice to ease you or if you're not looking for advice, he'll just comfort you until you feel better.

Clay

he literally is in a sad book club, he'll have the knowledge about it and how to deal with it. except...he's slightly bad at executing it.

he'll snap you out of overthinking by yelling positive stuff to you, that are actually...effective???

if you rant to him, he'll listen to you attentively and pat your head afterwards. it's just something natural that he does, honestly head pats are soothing ok.

if you're okay with physical touch, he'll caress your face while giving you actually reassuring words. (LIKE. have you SEEN him literally pinching and squishing branch's face when he first met him after 20 years?!) of course, it's effective, combined with his already nice vibe (I feel like he naturally has a healing presence, he's just a sweet little boring cutie)

his method of comforting you naturally makes you feel better. he doesn't have to try hard because just watching his body language and mannerisms are dorky enough that it'll make you smile. he's unknowingly comforting in a silly dorky way. even with how badly he persists to be a very "serious" guy.

he'll definitely give you a big warm hug after everything.

Floyd

he's literally called the sensitive one. out of the brothers, he's definitely the one who understands you the most.

I don't think I even need to explain, you already know how perfect he is with dealing with stuff like that. like the time he talked to veneer about how his sister treats him and how he shouldn't let her be like that to him.

his face is full of worry if he sees you in a vulnerable state.

he literally gives the best hugs, it's canon, I know it's canon.

this emo mf knows exactly the right words to get you out of your vulnerable state for a while (bc the phrases he gives to others are probably what he wants to hear given to him).

he'll be really patient with you and help you with every step along the way even if you're having a hard time changing your bad traits.

he's also attentive at listening, he'll caress your hands with his thumb with a reassuring smile.

he'll be really sweet at tackling your situation and never makes you feel overwhelmed.

will cry with you tbh.

he's kind of helping himself when he helps you, because he's similar in a way.

Branch

branch was quite the panicker himself during the times when bergens ate trolls.

so he'd also know how to help you deal with it because he understands you.

he had to figure it out himself and was mostly alone to deal with his own vulnerability so he's happy to help you.

he'll look calm, composed and collected externally but even he, himself is slightly panicking on the inside. afraid that he'll let you down or he won't be of much help. don't worry though, he has it all put together after a bit.

If you're panicking, he'll help you focus, calm down and ease your hyperventilation.

"concentrate on your breathing, okay?"

once you've calmed down, he'll provide you with reassuring words.

he'll keep you company and stay with you until you feel composed enough to talk about it with him. he'll lend you an ear.

afterwards, he pats you on the shoulder and gives you advice that worked on him before.

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Creek

as bad as he is, he's literally the best when it comes to relaxation. he has that zen-like wisdom, so he'll calm you down and help you relax if you're panicking or overthinking too much.

just like floyd, he also knows exactly what to say to reassure or cheer someone up.

he'll give you a more positive outlook on whatever happened to you so that you don't overthink it.

tbh his voice itself is enough to calm you down.

he encourages different methods and ways(that he knows of) to you that could help.

King Trollex

this sweet goober offers you all his emotional support.

he feels upset, if you're upset. he's all frowny when he sees you vulnerable.

"can I give you a hug?" ofc he asks for consent.

will hug you tightly (he thinks hugs are a remedy for everything, besides music), quiet sobs are heard as his face is smooshed against your chest. just like bruce, he'll also rub your back soothingly while hugging you.

Intertwines both of your hands and encourages you to put your thoughts into words so that he knows what's going on that head of yours that's overthinking a lot of stuff.

keeps eye contact with you as you rant to him.

"you can get through this." he'll say with his cute smile.

the most he can provide is listening and comfort. he wishes he could help you more.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Promise ︴˚࿔₊•

[Wanderer 🐈‍⬛]

Summary: Missing someone is difficult, and trying to forget is not easy either. (／_＼)

Genre: Kinda angst(? Idk it has some

♡︎ Wanderer x fem! Reader (I tried to make it gn! Reader but failed miserably, srry)

Note: Use of “Kuni/Kunikuzushi” referring to Wanderer

It's been about a few months since the two of you broke off any kind of contact.

You can still remember the last time you saw each other in person before what happened, you can even feel his warm hug before leaving saying that you would see each other soon, his image is still projected in your head waving his hand saying goodbye to you with a smile for What would seem like just a few weeks, nothing that hadn't happened before... that's why that last call impacted you so much.—Let's break up—. He blurted out abruptly, not even deigning to give you a coherent explanation. You laughed, thinking it was a joke, but the silence on the other end of the line stopped you in your tracks.—What? What do you mean?—. Another silence; It was true that the last few days they had been having disputes but you didn't think it was that serious.— You’re joking, right? You can’t be for real…Kuni?—. However, you didn't have time to ask anything else since after hearing the beep when hanging up the call he had already blocked or at least deleted you from most of his social networks and you didn't muster the courage to say anything else either.

That's how you didn't call him for sixty days. You felt empty, cold, you even considered finding some vice to distract yourself from that feeling... which you discarded for obvious reasons. Still, you felt like all your attempts to resist calling him or even thinking about it were going down the drain in a matter of seconds, one after the other.

You tried to excuse him, to excuse yourself so you wouldn't feel so guilty in case you lost to yourself and went after him once again. “Maybe he's confused”, “I should call him, it's probably all a misunderstanding”, “we can solve it together”, but you better than anyone knew that it wasn't true and even if they managed to talk, the damage to what they once had was done, which, although it took you a while, you ended up accepting... or so you believed until you couldn't resist it anymore that cold and lonely night.

You waited for a while, feeling more and more regretful with each beep your cell phone made as you waited for him to answer.

When you were just about to chicken out and hang up, you heard a voice on the other end of the line.—…Y/N?—. You felt a lump form in your throat, you could almost see how your nose began to turn red and your eyes glazed over.—I…I'm sorry—. You responded, almost in a whisper.—It’s…okay, Y/N—. He said, no, it wasn't right and he should know it perfectly, right?.—I did it accidentally, it's just... today I saw someone who looked like you and... I thought maybe it was you but…—. Your voice was cut off for a moment, you swallowed heavily and continued.—But you're not here and that's none of my business anymore, I know, it's just that I couldn't help it, I wanted to say hello to you, to know if everything was okay, if You were fine, just that...—.

Kunikuzushi remained silent throughout, letting you talk like he always did, like he always did until that last call. Remembering it made you shed some silent tears, why?. Why, if that time he forced you to swallow your words and doubts, why didn't he did it again? Why did he seem to try to empathize with you? Did he feel sorry for you? for you?. That last thought was the one that gave you the courage to direct your index finger to that red button on the screen but his voice stopped you.—Don't worry, I'm fine... How…how have you been?—. He asked, in the warmest way he had spoken to you in months.

Your chin began to tremble and tears fell uncontrollably, making your head throb.—Kunikuzushi I'm going to hang u…—. You couldn't finish your sentence because he interrupted you without warning. —I'm sorry, Y/N—. A muffled sigh escaped your lips, as if it had been trying to escape from your throat for some time now..—What…?—.

—It wasn't your fault, none of this was your fault, it's just that, I was afraid and I acted without thinking. I was not going through my best moment and I hid it from you for months but I simply couldn't take it anymore, I didn't have the courage to explain myself to you at that moment and I hurt you but that was never my intention, quite the opposite…—. He answered you, calmly, although you could hear the remorse in his voice.—A-after a few days I thought about confessing everything to you, but with what face would I go and explain to you?! After all…the damage had already been done and I thought that not talking to you anymore would be better than trying to clean up my mess, y’know?—. He explained, after that and awkward silence didn’t hesitate to get in the conversation.

—…I waited—. You confessed.—Huh?—. He blurted out, somewhat disconcerted.— I waited, days, weeks and then months. I waited for a call or I don't know, maybe a message?, Any sign that all this could be a mistake... but they never came, Kunikuzushi, they never did—. Silence, the boy didn't know what to respond so you continued.—There are still days that I wish this was all a bad dream, you know?...ha...Even in the mornings when I wake up, I find myself hugging a lot of pillows like I hugged you, but it's not the same and it's sad because I feel like I'm the only one still clinging to the othe—.

—Me too, to be honest—. The blue-haired man stated.

—Huh?, what do you mean?—. You asked.—I also think about you, a lot. I also imagine you with me sometimes…but it's not the same, and it’ll never—.

—Be the same—. You responded.—Yes…—. He confirmed.

After a silence that felt strangely comfortable you spoke again.—So, what now?—. You weren't sure what to do, you wanted to see him, hug him, although, was that really what you wanted?. You were beginning to believe that kicking him to get paid for what he had done to you was also a great option.—I have no idea—. He responded, laughing a little to himself which you also did.—…Thank you for calling me—. He said with regret. You processed his words before responding.—Thank you for responding—. So they both laughed a little again before another silence appeared.

Even when those chuckles and giggles were recents they felt somehow nostalgic for some reason. After a while they both fell silent once again.

—Hey Y/N—. He called you by your name, like he always did.—Yes, Kuni?—.He laughed at the nickname, he hadn't heard it in a while and he was starting to miss it.—I still love you—. You thought for a moment before answering.—Yeah…me too—. You sighed.

Even though y’all had just declared your love after so long, those words felt more like a farewell and, for some strange reason, this time you felt calm.

—I think I'm going to love you for the rest of my life...can I?—. He asked with some shyness and uncertainty. You scoffed at his words and the tone of voice with which he recited them.—Good night, Kuni—. Even though you couldn't see him, he smiled at your words.—Sweet dreams, Y/N—. My dear Y/N…

A/N: TMI!

-NYEHEHRHEHEHE 😼😼😼😼

-I’ll be honest with y’all. I wanted this to be breathtaking, heartbreaking, so sad, horrible miserable, but I didn’t felt like crying that day so ur welcome ig LOL

-It may look as if I was working on everything but the fic that I started and haven’t realized the second part haha hehe hoho…and it’s partially true (I will upload it, someday, I swear) BUT I already got the Xiao and Wanderer one shot finished a while ago and the only thing I did was translate so yeah.

Kisses hugs.

—Moonヽ(^‥^=ゞ). ミ★

Masterlist for other works!

Christmas promise

IU X GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Note: this was for the user who gave me full freedom on IU. Sorry, I accidentally deleted the request, but at least I hope to making up writing a Christmas fic for her😅

You looked at the calendar, sighing. It is the 23rd of December, two days to Christmas, but for some reasons you were not enjoying the usual atmosphere: the entire house was decorated, the big Christmas tree in the living room was shining, even the red pullover you were wearing didn't seem to match with your mood.

"Did you stop to like Christmas so suddendly?", a female voice asked, entering in the room. You didn't even need to turn your head to know that it was just Jieun teasing you as usual. "You know I never liked it in the first place", you said, keeping to watch the calendar. The steps kept coming till reaching you. "Liar", she argued, pinching your cheek.

She sat on your lap and studied your face. "Do you want to tell me what is ruining your mood? Or do I have to go for the street punching whoever looks like the Grinch?", she asked, making you laugh. She was so dork sometimes and it was part of her charms. You met her eyes again and you understood that she would have not let that topic unsolved.

"It's just that...I don't want this year to end", you explained, sighing again, your face getting even more sad. The position of her eyebrows showed that she was confused by your words. "But, baby, why? I mean, sure it was a good year but-", she reasoned out loud, getting interrupted by you in the middle. "It was not just a good year, it was great, it was fantastic", you corrected her, a lot of emphasis in your voice.

"And do you know why? That's because you worked less than all the previous years, we haven't spent so much time together not even in the first months of our relationship", you said, leaving Jieun surprised by your words. It had been a year dedicated to rest for her, so she kinda got where your words were coming from. A series of memories hit her in that moment...

That time when you brought her to the zoo, after talking about it so many times. It was so fun and adorable to watch her falling in love with the panda. Or that other time when she surprised you with a romantic dinner on candlelight, you still ask yourself if such an amazing night was real or just made in your fantasies? Or simply when you two had the most chill walk in a rural area near Seoul, for a day she kinda forgot about being a celebrity.

"Do you know what I mean, right?", you asked with a sad smile. She hugged you tightly in response, her arms around your neck, her head resting on your shoulder, a slow nod of her head giving you the answer. It was actually rare for you to see Jieun being so soft. Like, obviously being a couple you two cuddle a lot, but this time she was clearly vulnerable.

"Do you know that I love you, right? More than everything in this universe?", she asks you, speaking directly in your ear with a serious voice, and now is your time to simply nod. "Then trust me, because I promise you right now that it doesn't matter how busy I will be next year: I will always find time for you", she said, looking at you, while cupping your cheeks with her hands.

You knew since the start that this year was an exception, and obviously you were grateful about it, but you won't break up with her even if could see her just once in a month. So, seeing how serious she was in her promise, in making you understand you were important for her, you couldn't help but smile.

"I trust you, baby. I believe you with all my heart", you reassure her, posing your forehead against her, enjoying the contact between your skin. That gave goosebumps to your gf, that pulled your face closer to capture your lips in a kiss. It was long yet kiss. You could feel like your relationship made a big jump ahead in that moment.

"Thanks for trusting me, I love you", she softly whispered. "I love you too, Jieun. Let's enjoy this Christmas together", you said, caressing her face, making her melt in your hand. "Do you wanna still going to punch the Grinch on the street tho?", you asked out of nowhere, making her laugh. "Sure, let me get the baseball bat to smash his green ass".

~~~

And... done! This has to be my first Christmas fic and honestly I enjoyed that a lot. I hope you all have a merry Christmas ❤️🫂🥳

Zazá

YOU WERE OVERREACTING

Character: Leo

Warning: Just arguing with silly boy

Author Note: I accidentally posted half of this fic and deleted while trying to get back what I did LDBDLDBKRJ- I hope you like it hun, I wrote a lil bit late <3 and please request more you are welcome here hun

Leo can make fun of everything and this is fun, I mean you love and accept him

But sometimes he just took things far

Even you are serious now he is just trying to make a pun and reading that stupid comic

"Ok, ok if you get angry more, your forehead will be no different than Donnie and Raph's." He poked your forehead and you pushed his hand

"Do you... Do you think am I joking now Leonardo?"

Well, after calling his full name he understood everything was more serious than he thought

"Well this wrinkles don't look like joking-"

You just sighed and tried to stay calm

"Leo... I told you not to do this, sometimes you... You don't even listen to what the other person is saying."

Like now, he turned the page of the comic

"But everything is fiiine. You worry unnecessarily. Why don't we read a comic together?"

"No, no don't change the subject. You didn't even care what I ju-"

He stood up and walked in front of you "Yes I cared Y/N! And I thought you were overreacting and you were."

"WHAT? YOU ALMOST BURNED MY WHOLE HOUSE!"

"But we saved it at the last moment, only one or two items were burned, we can buy a new one."

"No, it's not the burned things that matter here, the matter is you are doing whatever you want. We are partners Leo, we need to listen each other."

Well, he finally started feeling bad, the guilt he tried to ignore was slowly creeping into his heart.

"I... I am... Gonna spend some time at pizzeria. I noticed I'm so hungry!"

"LEO WAI-"

And he opened a portal and escaped from you

This boy... You love that dork but sometimes he makes you angry as hell

You opened a door and all three brother fell into room

"Were you listening us?"

"Yes..."

"No."

...

"WHAT?"

The clock was showing 1 a.m. and here was not even the slightest sleep in your eyes

Well, maybe you can prepare some tea, it will comfort you huh?

You didn't even care to open the lights, opened dark kitchens door

AND somebody was trying to get in from window

You took the knife from the sink and swing it to them

"WHAT THE FUC-"

"Leo?"

"Yes, it is me. But first please can you just put the knife back?"

You put the knife countertop back and opened lights

"I didn't know I have made you that angry like trying to stab me WOW but still looking hot tho"

"No no actually-"

"I was kidding... I'm sorry Y/N."

He opened his arms waiting your respond, you slowly hugged him back

You can feel he is moving his hand on your back slowly

"I didn't want to mean that, I should have listen you."

"I'm sorry too, I knew you didn't like yelling and arguing but still I yelled at you. I'm sorry."

"Those that means... We are good?"

"Yes we are silly."

He slowly separated his body from yours

Cupped your face and placed a small kiss on your lips

"I'm glad to hear that because I don't think my body can stand this huge pizza."

You turned on the other episode of the TV show you were watching, while Leo went to fetch a blanket

He hugged you from behind and you almost watched 3 episodes of the series in this position

Hi, I love your content so I wanted to request something! Could you do headcanons with the hashira’s x gender neutral reader(- muchiro ofc) where they find out that the reader self-harms? If this makes you uncomfortable at all please delete it!

Kny pillars reacting to their s/o who self-harms

Awww thank you anonymous that means a lot to me hope you enjoy this also thx for reading my request rules when you said minus Muichiro ^^

Characters: all pillars expect Muichiro

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm and suicide

Note: if you or anyone you know is doing this activity please seek help with people you trust , it may seem that self harm is the best distraction but it’s really not, it’s only a temporary relief and you don’t deserve to always go through that pain ❤️

Giyuu

🌊- Now it took him a while to notice this

🌊- Don’t get him wrong, Giyuu loves you and all but he just assumed the injuries were from a demon after all that’s what you told him you had to no reason to lie right?

🌊- When he found out the truth he got extremely sad, he also got mad at himself for taking so long to notice

🌊- When he finds out he wouldn’t dare shout at you or make a scene out of it, instead he’ll calmly approach you and ask what’s the matter

🌊-If you don’t tell him right away he won’t pressure you to do so instead he’ll wait until you’re ready to talk

🌊- He’ll just sit next to you calmly in silence for hours and hours until you’re finally ready tell him

🌊- When you tell him the reason he would start to try and find a solution for the problem so you can feel better

🌊- He would also pull you in a soft hug and just let you cry on him while listening to you tell him what’s wrong

🌊- Giyuu would alway try his absolute best to make you feel better and he’s very serious about the cutting/harming and does everything in his power to try and make you stop

🌊- He’s extremely afraid that one day you’ll go beyond self-harming and he doesn’t want to lose you

Rengoku

🔥- A literal angel that was sent from heaven

🔥- Rengoku would immediately notice that you self-harm, he is extremely observant when it comes to you so he’d be quick to realize

🔥- Like Giyuu he wouldn’t pressure you to tell him what’s the matter but he’ll wait until you’re ready to say

🔥- Rengoku would make sure you know that it’s not you vs the problem but rather you and him vs the problem

🔥- He’ll make sure you know he’s there for you and whatever problem there is you don’t have to go through it alone

🔥-He also isn’t the type to give you words such as “ it’s ok this problem will pass” or “you’ll get over ”, but rather say “ Don’t worry my little flame we will find a solution to the problem no matter what”

🔥- If you’re feeling helpless or upset and feel like self-harming again he’ll drop everything he’s doing to talk to you and try and calm you down

🔥- Rengoku would allow you to talk to him whenever. He would never tell you to go away or say he’s too busy. He’d also let you talk to him for hours it doesn’t matter to him just as long as you feel better

🔥- There are often occasions where you would be laying on his lap and he’ll gently rub your back as you cry and rant to him

Shinobu

🦋- She’ll notice right away, she’s a medic so she can tell the difference between real injuries and self- inflicted ones

🦋- She would become heartbroken to know you were so sad you felt the only way to feel better was pain

🦋- She would make all the butterfly girls leave and go to another room so she can talk to you in private when she found out

🦋- Even though some scars are already healed she would kiss every single one of them

🦋- She does it because she wants to ‘kiss it better’

🦋- She would place bandages and medicine all over the new cuts so they can heal properly

🦋- She is very patient with you, she understands that you won’t stop your self-harm just like that so she’ll take her time talking to you and helping you get over it

🦋- She would alway check up on you and whenever she does she always has some tea or your favorite food ready to talk and listen to you

🦋- She always encourages you to tell her you’re true feelings and never makes you feel emotional or dramatic for it

🦋- If she knows she’s going on a really long mission and won’t see you for while she’ll ask Kanao or one of the butterfly girls to check up on you but if you don’t want them to know about it she would keep it private and she’ll just constantly send you letters instead

Mitsuri

💖- When she found out she talked to you as soon as she could

💖- She found out during a pillar meeting when your sleeve accidentally lifted up showing all the unnatural scars

💖- She had waited after the pillar meeting, when you two were in private to talk about it. She knew you clearly didn’t want anyone to know so she was sure no one was around

💖- When she asked you about it she couldn’t help but break down crying, Mitsuri would blame her self for your self-harming and feel like she did something wrong to you but you’ll explain to her that it wasn’t her fault but she’ll still cry because you were hurting all this time and she didn’t know.

💖- Her number one method of helping you heal is showing you lots and lots of love and care and showing you she is there for you

💖- So that basically means more sweets, more tea parties, hugs and kisses,more l love you, her complementing you all the time etc

💖- She had also bought you a bunny, so if she ever went on long missions you’ll always have “ someone” to talk to.

Sanemi

☁️- At first he would be kind of angry. Angry at himself for not noticing and angry at you for not telling him

☁️- Genya was the one who had told him , Genya being your worried younger brother in law couldn’t stand by and watch you do this to yourself

☁️- Sanemi’s first thought was to yell at you for doing it but then he thought you’d probably be afraid to talk to him about it if he did

☁️- He’ll burst in your room and yell “Y/N I KNOW YOU INTENTIONALLY HURT YOUR SELF”

☁️- You expecting him to yell about it prepared for more but when he reached you he just shoved your face into his chest and pulled you in for a soft hug

☁️- He’ll then say he was sorry you had to go through all this pain alone and sorry that he wasn’t there for you

☁️- He’ll allow you to cry on his shoulder for as long as you’d like

☁️- He wouldn’t care that you’re messing up his slayer uniform nor how long you’re crying for

☁️- While you’re crying he’ll reassure he is now and will forever be there for you and he’ll also reassure you and you can tell him anything

☁️- This wasn’t the only time he allowed you to cry on his shoulder,after the one time you cried he wouldn’t easily dismiss the matter but instead constantly bring it up to make sure you’re getting better

Obanai

🐍- He’s a very observation person especially when it comes to you so he’ll notice your self-harming rather quickly

🐍- He was very patient with you, so the first time he asked and you didn’t tell him he waited until you were ready, like Giyuu he didn’t force you to talk about it.

🐍- When you two did talk about it he never judged you or made you feel bad for doing it, he never called your self harming ‘ attention seeking’ or called you dramatic for doing it

🐍- instead he’ll empathize with you and try to understand why you’re doing it

🐍-Obanai is definitely not one to show physical affection, he rather shows he loves you through words of affirmation BUT If you ever need him to hold you or hug you he’d be more than glad to do it

🐍- He’ll alway hold on onto you and assure you he’ll try and help you solve the problem

🐍- You’ll also have Kaburamaru to be your support snake he’ll alway wraps hisself around you or rub his head on your check to try and make you feel better

🐍- Obanai always try his best to make you feel better and he will near you every second of the day he’s right next to you to because he wants to be a constant reminder that you’re not alone

Uzui

🔊- It was own of the wives that told him about it

🔊- Uzui would immediately blame himself he would think you were probably upset that he was giving one of his wives e attention than you

🔊- He’ll then immediately go to you and apologies for it but then you’ll explain to him that’s not the reason. He’ll then feel relieved but immediately worry knowing there’s something making his love sad

🔊- He is the type to not assume what would make you feel better but would ask you how he could help. He’d ask if you want to talk about it with him, if you wanna talk to someone else maybe one of the wives, if you wanna be left alone, if you want a support animal ( yes willing to get you a cat/dog/lizard etc to make you feel better 😌)

🔊- He would kindly ask for you to give him the weapons you use for self-harm, he refuses to do it by force because that’ll make matters worst, if you don’t give it to him the time he’ll constantly ask for always in a soft and calm voice

🔊- If you’re a slayer he’ll even go as far and take away your sword he’d only give it back if he’s sure someone else is going on a mission with you and they can watch you or if he’s going

🔊- He would also get all of his wives to separately talk to you and try to make you feel better

🔊- Uzui allows you to cry on his shoulder if you ever need it and he’ll gently pat your head or rub your back

Gyomei

🪨-He would cry as soon as he found out

🪨-Like Shinobu he would be extremely heartbroken and his heat would weep for you

🪨- He absolutely hates the fact that you hurt yourself and would always cry thinking about it or if he hears you did it again

🪨- If the reason you are cutting yourself is because you don’t feel like you are good enough he would remind you of all your good qualities and there are lot

🪨- He’ll also wrap his arms around you and cuddle you as you cry because he knows how much you love it

🪨- Gyomei, if you allow it likes to gently rub all your self-injury scars because he believes you deserve comfort for going through all that pain

🪨-He wound often call them battle scars he does it because he believes that you did in fact went through a battle with many problems and you won

🪨- He is very gentle and patient when it comes to your self-harming , when he speaks to you about it and gives you advice it’s always in a soft and calming voice and whenever you rant or cry about how you feel he’ll patiently wait there for hours and let you speak, he’ll only speak when he knows that you are done, he wouldn’t dare interrupt you

This was my first time writing Uzui and Gyomei hope I did good, also this was my longest ever request so I wouldn’t be surprised if it has grammar errors sorry for that 😭

hi hi! I hope this message isn’t too late or anything, since I only just seen the one you send me this morning! Also I accidentally deleted your messages while trying to reply 🤦‍♀️

But if it’s still alright, may I request an Armin Arlert x slightly thicker/chubby reader? just something soft and simple! maybe he’s noticed that the reader doesn’t eat very much anymore, and is skipping meals, and he confronts her about it, because he doesn’t want her getting sick or something happening. She obviously gets a little upset about it, and like, tells him she’s been having a hard week and has been super insecure lately. She just doesn’t like the way she looks, and Armin comforts her and stuff! All the love and cuddles! 🥰 I’m in need for this rn honestly 😭

I hope i did it right!! Things are more internalized due to my own self indulgence, i hope you like it!!

Tw: self harm(starving) 

Another day passed, and you hated being in the corps more and more, with the men objectifying you and the women with their fake smiles and judgemental looks, aside from Mikasa that is. You felt her hand on your shoulder, staring right back at them as you passed.

She was the only girl-friend you’ve ever had, which makes your bond with each other especially strong, she called you her therapy stuffed animal( in a good way) with how loving and kind you were when she came home to eren’s house. You were always there, you gave her her first jacket, you bear-hugged her when she was at her worst and missed her parents, you stood by her and never faltered. Even going as far as telling off Eren for being tactless to her feelings, poor boy has no social cues.

Eren loved you for how truly different you really are, despite being an only child, you were his sister, as much as a pain in the ass you are. But this called for you being apart of his and Mika’s friend group with no doubt. Being part of erens tight knit group of friends means you were automatically loved by eren, mika…. And armin.

You always had a fondness for the shy blonde, his all bark and no bite nature stole your heart. You met at a young age but only connected through Eren, he always tells you to thank him for that introduction despite your efforts to play off your crush being in vain. You loved how… pure he looked, how in a world full of death and violence, he could always bring light into your day with a smile or a story. No matter what you could count on his smile,you could count on him.

That’s why you hated today with a passion.

“We have extra food, which one of you dumbasses didn’t eat all your shit?” You sighed, walking away from the situation you caused. It wasn’t a good day, their comments bugged you today for some reason, and Armin wasn’t there to perk up the atmosphere of this gloomy day. Making it unreasonably difficult for you to focus on your own health today, this isn’t even the first time this has happened. It’s been a week of irregular meals, constant moving, and titan stress. It wasn’t like you were trying to starve, you just didn’t have the time.

And you didn’t notice till today.

“Lookin’ thinner, bunny… are you eating well?” You ignore eren’s concerned comment, pressing forward with the group in disturbed silence. This was the fifth comment today about your looks that you’ve gotten. You weren’t a small person, you had extra meat, and you had curves, paired with your adorable tiger stripes, but you know for a fact that starving this little would not affect your appearance that much. It irritated you, and you vowed to tell off the next person who said anything.

“Y/n can-“ “Oh my GOD, are you SERIOUS? I’ve been eating! I havent lost that much weight and i don’t want to hear your Perverted FUCKING Mouth say anything! It’s idiotic for you to continue to act like a jealous schoolgirl and make your ‘sly’ comments! So just Shut up!”

You finally open your eyes from your rant, regretful as your irises meet two bright blue eyes on a horrified face. “I was just going to ask if you can slow down and walk with me-“ Guilt floods your mind as you ear him squeak out his words. You lower your gaze and nod, moving to the back of the group with the boy. It didn’t matter how long this would be, you knew Levi would make you set up for camp soon.

“ ‘m sorry armin, you didn’t deserve that, I’m just-“ “Don’t apologize, you didn’t mean it to me but it was still valid. But never mind that, are you ok? Yes you haven’t been eating but you’ve been…. Cold lately..” You wanted to tell him, just say, ‘ I’m so in love with you that even a few days without your voice makes me angry as shit’ but you knew it wasn’t the right time…. And besides, would he even accept a girl like you?

“I’m fine, just stressed, tired, and overwhelmed…. It’s a lot you know?” Armin nods walking closer to you and letting your answer settle before your group sets up for camp and your pace continues to slow.

“You’re beautiful no matter what, I’ve read articles that said starving is actually terrible for your body, unintentional or not, it won’t end up good. If i have to,” He flushes, continuing to look ahead,” I’ll stay with you all day to make sure you’re eating and drinking water.” You freeze, feeling flushed as you watch him walk away and realize that he just offered to be around you all day just for you to be healthy.

You shake it off, keeping his words at the forefront of your mind before you get ready to retire for the night. You find a note on your blanket, asking you to meet armin at his tent with water and a blanket. Curious as to what it means you do as the note says, waiting at armin’s tent before he opens the zipper with a happy smile, welcoming you inside.

“You got the water?” You lift up the container, making him nod and turn away to a covered pile in his room. He takes the cover off, revealing the food he gathered for you two. “You didn’t eat again, so I didn’t either. And before you say anything, i got some of everything  so you have to eat SOMETHING! I told you all day didn’t I?” You look at him with teary eyes, your emotions of the week spilling out at his gesture.

Sobs wrack your body before he pulls you into his form, engulfing you in a warm hug. You feel him draw soothing circles on your back, rocking you and letting out slow shushes in attempts to calm your mind. You feel him kiss the top of your head and rubbing your back more before he pulls away and guides you to the setup of food.

He grabs you a plate of everything, making you sit and eat with him. You nibble at your food, uninterested in grossing out the guy you like by eating in front of him. But that only made him take your fork and feed you himself, he was determined for you to take care of yourself and love yourself as he loves you. You notice him watch you eat with admiration, happy to see you finally giving yourself some nourishment. You hear him sigh and hesitate, but you leave it untouched before he breaks the silence.

“You know…. I’ve loved you for years, ever since you punched out that kid who threatened me for speaking up, and how you always listened to me talk about the books I’ve read and things I’ve heard-“ “i know, i love you too armin.” “No not like that, I’m IN love with you, like i want to hold your hands, kiss you everywhere, curl into you at night, i want to love you.” You stop mid chew, maintaining eye contact as you swallow and stare at him.

“Are you serious?” “Yes.” “Like you’re not-“ “Y/n L/n I am completely and utterly in love with you.” You push the food aside, crawling between his legs and curling up onto his chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. “I love you so much it hurts armin. It hurt me so badly when you wouldn’t talk to me, i don’t know what i did but i was so mad that i pushed you away.”

Armin tilted your chin up, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before he grabbed onto your soft form with a passion. “I’ll never do that again, I’m so sorry beautiful.” You hold onto him tighter pressing your ear to his chest to hear his heartbeat. “You really think I’m beautiful?”

He pulls away, reaching over you to grab your blanket…. Man he really plans things out, before he wraps it around you both and presses a kiss to your temple. He lets his hands sink into your skin, loving how your soft skin feels on his fingertips. His lips pepper kisses on your neck, pulling slightly back to press a kiss onto your hairline. You loved how gentle he was with you, you already knew the answer to to your question before he even opened his mouth.

“More then you can ever know, my love.”

When Yahya Courts Someone

Possible Triggers

homophobia / mentions of homophobia

transphobia / mentions of transphobia

racism / mentions of racism

anti-miscegenation / mentions of anti-miscegenation

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I am very sorry to the anon that sent in the first ever ask of this blog (which was something along the lines of “How would Yahya court a romantic interest?”)

I accidentally posted my reply before it was finished, and in my haste, I deleted the post, not realising that also deleted the ask itself

Once again, I apologise, mystery anon :'D

Though the ask specified Yahya courting someone . . . I couldn't resist adding some other things.

In any case, I hope this is what you wanted— if not, feel free to resend the ask!

— Psychic

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Things to Note

he is honestly very bigoted— no amount of love will change that so easily, if at all.

It's unlikely that he will court any member of a different species, the opposite sex, or even a carnivore.

His view of Beastars society is very warped, and at times, it will seem as if he is projecting those views onto you.

Likewise, the walls he’s put up around himself are difficult to penetrate, which may leave a prospective S/O wondering if the relationship is one-sided.

He does love you, though— he simply isn't very affectionate at first, second, or even third glance.

All in all, both parties will need to put in work if this relationship is to be a healthy one.

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In General

Yahya isn't the type to date around blindly— he may sleep around, however, he doesn't consider that to be as personal as actually courting someone.

Still, if he's attracted to you, you must have caught his attention in some way.

Perhaps you were a carnivore nearly died defending your herbivore companions?

Maybe, you were rescued by the Black Devil after being attacked by a vicious carnivore?

It's also possible that you used your talents to highlight or solve an important issue in society, and was rewarded by the Sublime Beastar himself.

In any case, if you know that Yahya is attracted to you and vice versa, it's best to tell him directly

An antsy Yahya is a destructive Yahya— something that the carnivores of society know all too well.

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Same-Sex and/or Non-Genderconforming S/O

you will know when he becomes interested in you, because then he will make a serious effort to understand you.

Eventually, he is able to rationalise your orientation and gender identity— it’s not the same as absolute acceptance, but it is a start

He is still very ignorant about the finer details of everything, but he is very receptive to feedback.

After all, he's going to all this effort in an attempt to know you — the real you.

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Carnivore S/O

even if he’s dating you, don't expect his attitude towards carnivores to shift overnight.

If anything, you're one of the few “interesting” and “good” ones

Still, the more time he spends with you, the more his horizons broaden and the more he understands just how horrid his previous views were

You more than likely know all of the rumours about the Black Devil, and you may be curious as to how accurate those rumours are

Yahya is more than willing to keep you in the dark about his less than . . . honest activities

You'll have grown on him, and he doesn't want to end up scaring you away

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Different Species S/O

while he would prefer to be in a relationship with a member of his own kind, he doesn't mind being with a herbivore of another species

You may share some of his views regarding certain topics, or, you may not.

Herbivores are very varied in their thinking patterns— and so, it's possible that you may subconsciously affirm Yahya’s beliefs that herbivores are superior

Though, that isn't a fair comparison.

As his S/O, you are already superior to everyone.

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Interaction

No matter your sex, gender identity and species, you’re very wary of Yahya.

Although herbivores treat their Beastar with the utmost respect . . . even they know how terrifying Yahya is— he’s able to hold his own against several carnivores his size with ease.

As you date, this wariness lessens until it is virtually non-existent.

Instead, the wariness is replaced by an odd sense of comfort.

Your S/O is the Beastar — you have nothing to worry about, and you can just sit back and enjoy life.

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Dating

Yahya prefers not to show himself to the public unless it is absolutely necessary.

I hope you don't mind staying indoors . . . you will be doing it a lot.

You may be able to convince him to take you out — but even then, Yahya is able to pull rank, leaving the both of you very isolated from others.

You want to go out to eat? Fantastic choice— so fantastic in fact, that Yahya’s reserved the entire venue!

Want to go to a theme park? Would you look at that— all of the rides are free of charge, and the place is practically a ghost town except for the theme park staff!

Disappointed that all the tickets to a certain movie are sold out? Don't worry— Yahya managed to save the both of you VIP seating.

This being said . . . material gifts are nice and all, but they are no substitute for the emotional part of a relationship.

Yahya isn't too sure he can give that to you.

Your attempts at flirting fall flat more often than not— similarly, Yahya’s double entendres go right over your head

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Issues You Face As A Couple

As stated above, Yahya will sooner show his affection through gifts rather than words.

But, being on the receiving end of expensive gifts all of the time can make anyone feel like a free loader.

Sometimes, you just want to cuddle and be close to the one you love.

That's a seemingly impossible request at times— Yahya loves you, but he has his duties, as well.

You will have to accept that his role as Beastar comes first.

If you're a carnivore and it's discovered that the Sublime Beastar is courting you, you can expect your fellow carnivores to treat you with suspicion.

This alienates you further— even if you were to break up with each other, you won't ever be able to rid yourself of the “Black Devil’s Lover” label.

Still, the both of you know that you want this relationship, and that makes it worth it— even if everything takes a while to get used to.

In The Afterglow | 4 | F.W

This is a reposting of Chapter 4 because I accidentally deleted the original post. Please note as of the day I posted this, we are on much later chapters! xx

Summary: The reader is married to George Weasley, and for all intents and purposes, he is the perfect husband. But, despite her best efforts to resist, Fred presents temptation she never knew she’d fall for.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem! Reader; George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Alternate Universe: No Voldemort AU

Rating: Mature, Features EXPLICIT CONTENT!! Mature audiences only.

Trigger Warnings: ANGST,  mentions of extramarital affairs, miscarriage, mention of a d&c procedure, cheating, oral sex (female receiving)

Flashbacks are in italics!

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December 28th. 

You slid the hotel room key into the door, taking a deep breath as you opened it. It was an agreement that you would meet at a local hotel. Your story to George was that you had a work emergency, and Fred had just told the rest of the mates at the pub that he was tired. You’d never considered yourself a liar or a cheat, but it occurred to you all at once that as of tonight, you were both. But any thought about your marriage covenant was going, going, gone as you walked into the room, your heart hammering in your chest at the prospect of being completely alone and vulnerable with your husband’s twin. The twin who you were falling madly and irrevocably in love with, despite the protests of your morals screaming into your subconscious.

Once the door shut behind you, you turned to see Fred sitting cross-legged on the bed. He stood up quickly, practically falling over his long legs to get to you.  “Hi,” he whispered, cupping your face and planting a soft and longed-for kiss on your lips. You pulled off your scarf and jacket, laying them on the bed.

You moved to pull yourself closer to Fred again. A wave of calm washed from your fingertips to your toes as you buried your face into his maroon button-up shirt. Fred had this way about him: he was both strong and gentle; funny yet serious; forbidden yet sweet. He smiled, using the hand that wasn’t keeping you cling to his chest to stroke your hair.

“I missed you, Fred,” you admitted softly, not looking up. You noticed he was holding you tight. His embrace was almost protective, as if he let relaxed even a bit you would fall apart right there.

You stepped back for a moment, sighing as you sat down on the edge of the mattress. You were exhausted. A bit of a stress-induced headache was beginning to form behind your eyes. While you would normally want to be tucked in your bed with a cup of tea and a few aspirin, tonight the only painkiller you wanted was Fred. He sat next to you, allowing you to turn to look at him.

“This isn’t right.”

Of course, you were stating the obvious. Fred nodded in agreement.

“I know.”

Fred intertwined his fingers with yours, bringing your hand up to plant a few soft kisses on your fingers.

“George told me...about what happened a few months ago...I’m sorry, y/n. I wish I’d have known.”

“No one knows. Even if they did what could they do? I haven’t told anyone. Not even your mum, although, maybe it would keep her from constantly asking about another grandchild.”

Fred looked at you and all at once felt his heart shatter again. There was something about you that left him mystified and unhinged. It was as if you two had been cut from the same pieces of marble - two statues fated to be next to one another but never touching. He wasn’t sure if he believed in God, but if he had, certainly He had made you two from the same substance.

Fred placed a hand on your cheek. His gaze pierced yours. He spoke honestly, and you recognized that for the first time in a long time, you felt whole again.

“I wish I could give you the world, y/n. I would have given you anything, everything if you were mine.”

You wanted to pull away. Surely, George telling Fred about your miscarriage must have meant he was still bothered. Yet, not in the way that would make him hold you at night or ask you how you’ve been. It was more so in a way that caused you both to sit in silence at the dinner table, forks scraping against plates as neither of you spoke. Knowing that life with Fred would be different felt like a thousand tiny daggers ripping into your flesh, each of them dripping with guilt and shame.

To silence Fred, you brought your lips to his. All at once, the space between you was nonexistent. It was as if gravity had brought you two together like magnets. Fred gently laid you back onto the bed, moving to kiss your neck tenderly and purposefully. His breath tickled the wetness on your skin as he spoke.

“I want you to know that you are the most perfect creature I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” he whispered, before continuing to kiss down toward your collarbone.

His hands found their way to the hem of your tee shirt and you didn’t move to stop him. He pulled your shirt off over your head, tossing it onto the floor. Fred took a deep breath and began to plant his lips lovingly, down between your collarbones and onto your tummy.

When Fred finally hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties, he looked up at you. He waited for you to give him the go-ahead. His patience was like a warm breeze washing over you. It had been so long since you felt waited for, not pushed.

“Promise not to tell,” you said softly, giving him permission to go further.

“Our little secret.”

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6 years earlier. 

You took a deep breath, shaking your hands out in an effort to stop some of your nerves. “You look stunning,” your friend assured you. It was the night of the Yule Ball, and it so happened, your first real date with George Weasley.

“Do you think he’ll like my dress?” you smoothed your hands over the maroon lace of your gown. The dress you had chosen was floor length with a full skirt and lace bodice. The sweetheart neckline perfectly hugged you in all the right places. It was still puzzling to you, as you slipped into your heels, that George had finally asked you out.

“He would be a bloody idiot to think you looked anything other than drop-dead gorgeous.”

Always a loyal Hufflepuff, you were thankful for your friend’s ability to cheer you up. You grabbed your clutch, following your friend out of her dormitory.

“Now, come on, we don’t want to miss the opening waltz.”

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When you arrived at the top of the stairs, you were excited to see George waiting for you at the bottom. You took in the sight of your date, a bright smile spreading quickly across your face. His long hair was resting perfectly just above his shoulders. To add, he was wearing surprisingly nice dress robes, considering his little brother’s ensemble was dreadful.  From what Fred had told you, the two of them had scraped up money together all year to make sure they had something fit to wear to the ball.

When you reached the bottom of the stairs, George extended a hand to you. You took it and he leaned down to give you a gentlemanly kiss on the hand. You blushed a darker shade than your dress, feeling a million butterflies burst to life in your stomach.

“You look like a Princess,” he purred. You could have melted into a puddle right there. It was as if everyone else in the room no longer existed as George led you into the Great Hall. It occurred to you that you hadn’t seen Fred, but it didn’t much matter where your best friend was, because every last ounce of your attention was on George.

Meanwhile, Fred sat on his bed, flipping through a comic book. He closed it, feeling like nothing could possibly distract him from the sadness in his chest. He huffed, falling backward onto his pillows and staring hopelessly up at the top of the canopy of his bed. He crossed his arms over his chest as he chewing on his bottom lip.

Fred had secretly hoped George wouldn’t end up asking you to the Yule Ball. In fact, he had tried his damndest to ensure it didn’t happen. George had asked him directly if he had fancied you. But Fred’s ego got the best of him and scoffed, stating he could never view you as anything more than a friend. She’s like my sister, he had said to his brother, hiding the redness growing on his pale cheeks. So George had gone ahead and asked you. Fred, on the other hand, decided it would be better for him to hide away in his dorm all night than to have to see you and George together. If only he had known the Yule Ball was barely a glimmer into what the next several years of his life would be like.

George had completely stolen your heart that night. You had danced until the Great Hall was all but empty. Your laughter echoed above the music. George was quiet possibly one of the most charming boys at Hogwarts. You felt chosen, worthy, and on top of the world.

Best of all, he had walked you back to your dormitory and given you your first real kiss. You had been kissed before, sure, but games of 7 Minutes in Heaven in the y/hn common room didn’t count in your book. He had asked for permission quietly, looking down at his feet. When you said yes, all at once, your lips met. It was quick but sweet. You noted how George’s lips felt like silk. Up close, George smelled woodsy, yet sweet. You felt like you were on the moon, and you went back into your room, falling back onto your mattress with a giggle. Like most girls your age, you were certain it was true love. But, in your rare case, your prediction was correct.

You turned to your roommate and squealed. “I think I’m going to marry George Weasley someday.”

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December 28th.

You tossed your head back hard against the pillow, gripping onto the hotel sheets as tight as you could. The only thing clear behind your eyes was a flash of white. Try as you might to hold it back, a loud moan echoed off the hotel room walls. It took a second for you to come back down, feeling two calloused hands on either of your thighs. You heard a soft chuckle and glanced down. Fred was moving from between your legs, fixing his red hair which had now become messy from wrapping your hands in it. You shivered as you felt his warm breath hit the inside of your thigh. You were hypersensitive as you floated back down to Planet Earth.

Fred had kissed his way down your body, whispering quietly about how beautiful every inch of you was. When he had finally reached his destination, you’d realized quickly why so many girls were constantly showing up at the shop to see him. Fred had insisted that you needn’t return the favor. He always made it clear you didn’t have to go any further that night, stating that he just wanted all of the attention to be on you.

“Fred, I--”

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly. The redhead climbed up next to you, smiling contently. He moved a piece of sweaty hair from your forehead, giving you a tiny peck on the cheek.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s been a while since that’s happened,” you noted, trying to make light of the fact that it really had been ages since George had shown you a reasonable amount of intimate attention. He smiled, reaching over to hand you his shirt while had been balled up on the floor. You fastened the buttons as he got a bit more comfortable in bed.

“You deserve to be shown how magnificent you are,” Fred ran his hand down your side and you shivered. He pulled the blankets closer around you. “I wish we could stay like this forever, y/n. You know?”

You both laid in silence for a while. No words need to have been spoken as you pressed your foreheads together, taking deep breaths. Fred allowed himself to kiss you a few times, soft as a feather. His eyelashes brushed against your cheeks.

Now that your high was coming down, clarity of the situation was settling in. There was no turning back now. This was no longer a stolen kiss or a wandering hand. Your brother-in-law had just taken you to the edge of ecstasy while your husband no doubt slept alone at home. You flung the covers off of you, feeling like your were suffocating. As quickly as you could you stood up, eyes darting around the room for your clothing. Fred’s brows suddenly furrowed and he looked at you, concern radiating from his face.

“Y/n, did I—-did I do something wrong?”

“No, no. I did. I have to go.”

As if it were a race against the clock, you quickly stripped out of Fred’s shirt and found your jeans on the floor. You pulled them on, moving next to find your grey sweater. Tears were rolling down your cheeks quickly, and you felt your breath becoming harder to take. It may have been your mind, but you could have sworn the walls of the hotel room were collapsing in around you. You felt dirty and shameful - like every shred of decency you had for your husband was nonexistent.

“Baby.”

You said nothing, shoving your phone and wallet into your purse.

“Baby-“

“Don’t call me that, Fred. I’m not your baby.”

Your words hit him like a sucker punch. He recoiled, but still looked worried.

You laid a few bills out on the table for the housekeeper and quickly rushed out of the room. You heard Fred calling after you as he had moved to open the door in an attempt to catch you.

“Y/n!”

As you hurried down the long hotel corridor, it became harder and harder for you to bring air into your lungs. You just about knocked a businessman over as you rushed into the elevator, hitting the button for the first floor as quickly as you could.

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September 24th. 

“George,” you shook your husband’s shoulder quickly. Your throat felt tight as you hoped and prayed he would wake up soon. Your hand was pressed to your stomach, eyes clenched tight as another cramp ripped through you.

One of his brown eyes opened and he sat up a bit. “Honey?”

“Something...something’s wrong.”

You had been startled from your sleep in the middle of the night to intense cramping, and now the blood wouldn’t stop. Sharp pains were shooting across your lower back. You knew you had to wake George to get you to the hospital.

Just a few weeks earlier, you had made it through the first trimester. You and George had already made plans to tell the family, bursting at the seams with excitement. During the first three months, you hid your condition well, politely declining fire whisky at get-togethers and wearing looser dresses. You had assumed that you had made it through the riskiest part of your pregnancy. For that reason, a few gifts were sitting in the corner of your bedroom. A grandma tee-shirt for Molly and a gift for Fred, too. You and George had agreed there would obviously be no other option for the baby’s godfather.

At the hospital, you were told the news you were dreading. George held onto you as you wept, barely listening as the doctor told you what would happen next. You begged to be allowed to go home and pass the pregnancy naturally. It wouldn’t be possible according to the professionals. George tried to calm you down as the nurse gently prepped you for the procedure.

It was over fairly quickly. George had waited for you in the waiting room, sipping on cheap coffee, and wondering if he should call Molly. He decided against it, knowing she would just be beside herself for weeks. Eventually, a charge nurse came to tell him everything was done.

“We’ll give her some pain medication and she’ll be as good as new in a few days. You’ll want to keep on eye on her though, dear, you know, emotionally.”

George nodded, tossing his empty styrofoam cup into a nearby trashcan and bounded toward the elevator. Upon walking into Room 493, he noticed how pale you looked. He walked over slowly and you looked at him. The anesthesia was just wearing off. You felt woozy, but had a sense of peace as George leaned over to kiss your forehead. He stayed down close to you, moving your hair from your face a bit.

“You did great, sweetheart. You are so brave. I love you. Come on, we’ll get you home, okay?”

The drive home was dead silent as you stared at the window. Rain splattered against the windshield. You wanted to dissolve into thin air, thinking to yourself that ceasing to exist would be better than the ache you felt. It was dawn and you felt yourself staring mindlessly at the cars passing you. Off these people went to work or school, while you had just lost a baby. It was impossible to recall an emotional pain like the one harboring itself in your heart. A deep, hollow sensation sunk its way into you as tears began trickling down your face. Hermione, Fleur, and Ginny all knew the joy of being a mother. But what about you? Why not you?

You pressed your cheek against the glass, letting out the tiniest whimper.

George glanced over at you and reached to grab your hand. The broken noise you had made had distracted him from the road. You clutched his hand to yours, letting your sobs echo against the dashboard. George felt his own tears begin to slide down his cheeks. The realization hit him all at once that you would never be the same - a part of you permanently and profoundly changed.

You laid in bed for days, only leaving to shower. Occasionally, you allowed George to sit you up and give you something to eat. It wasn’t that you were physically in pain. No, the doctors had given you a good amount of painkillers to ease the physical soreness. Rather, a dark storm cloud had enveloped your heart and mind, forcing you to do nothing but lay and stare at the wall. You would weep, sometimes for hours. As if on cue, George would slide under the covers next to you and pull you close to him.

With your face buried deep into his chest, you would allow your whole body to shake, almost screaming. “M-my baby,” you would weep, gripping your hands into George’s shirt. It wasn’t just once that this happened - but for days on end. George would fight his own tears from coming, willing himself to be the strong and protective husband you deserved. The woman he loved had entered that hospital and he wasn’t sure she had come back out. But he would do anything, he promised himself, to be what you needed.

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December 29th. 

The Saturday morning sunshine poured through your window. You stretched contently, noting that George was already gone. Saturdays served to be the busiest days at Weasley Wizard Wheezes. People had more time to shop on the weekends, of course. Therefore, Saturday also happened to be the day you would whip up some food for the twins and head down to help out. You busied yourself mostly with the register and bookkeeping, giving Fred and George more time to be present with customers and take care of other duties.

This Saturday felt different. The feeling Fred had given you the night before was still fresh in your mind as you stared in the bathroom mirror. You looked back at yourself, letting out a deep sigh. Dark circles were present beneath your eyes, no doubt from the restless sleep you had. You laid awake, looking at George, thinking to yourself that whatever category was the worst, you were in it.

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The bells of the shop jingled as you walked in. Fred looked up from where he was arranging a fixture of love potions. Your eyes locked in a longing gaze momentarily before George came out of the backroom. Fred immediately diverted his stare. He attempted to look busy as he listened to your conversation.

“The caffeine has arrived!” George greeted, coming over to take one of the three coffee cups you were carrying.

“And you know, your wife comes along with caffeine, George. Cream and two sugars,” you smiled, allowing him to give you a kiss on the lips. While you were mostly joking, you did feel somewhat hurt.

Fred walked over to you next, taking his coffee from you. Up close, you could tell Fred looked exhausted.

“Black with four sugars?” He asked, taking a sip.

“‘Course, Freddie,” you said curtly, heading toward the register as fast as possible. “So what time do we open?”

“Nine,” George said, taking another gulp of his drink.

George glanced at his brother and then back at you, feeling a weird sense that you two were angry at each other.

“Everything alright?” George asked, watching as you busied yourself with wiping the counter down.

“Yes, dear,” you sighed.

“Hey, don’t forget. Ron and Hermione’s New Year’s Eve party is tomorrow, and the three of us are expected to make an appearance.”

George was next to you now, close behind your shoulder. You had made the amateur mistake of wearing a v-neck top. He noticed a small lovebite just above your breast. Or was it a bruise? Surely, it must have been, because you hadn’t been intimate with him in weeks. You did have a tendency to be clumsy. In fact, it was a running joke.

“I know,” you and Fred said in unison. You looked over to see George staring at your chest. You pulled your top-up a bit, hoping he was just enamored with you.

Prompt: The Price of Fame [AO3]

Celebrity!Kili AU, break-up and make-up

The public loved Kili.

Cheeky, charming and approachable.

He always had time for his fans, always stopped to take selfies and sign autographs. He took the time to educate himself on current events and issues before speaking out about his own opinions.

He took an active role in protests, donated to charities, and never forgot where he came from before he was a big time movie star.

Kili loved his life, he just wished he had someone to share it with.

Kigrid love affair? Kili Durin and Sigrid Bardsdottir spotted having a romantic candlelit dinner.

“It wasn’t a fucking romantic candlelit dinner,” Kili muttered, glaring at the headline of the crappy airport magazine. “And there were three other people with us that they’ve just cropped out of the picture!”

Shaking his head, he stalked away from the magazine stand, looking for his gate. He was going home, and he couldn’t wait to see his mother.

It wasn’t that he minded the rumours, it was the price of fame. He’d been linked romantically to countless costars, there was just never any truth in it.

The truth was, Kili had already given his heart away. It just hadn’t worked out.

Despite the many blessings he’d been given, the stars hadn’t aligned for his relationship with Fili.

It had been an accidental meeting and a whirlwind romance. Fresh out of a failed relationship, Kili had gone out to have a few drinks with friends. There’d been an accidental bump, a spilled drink, and Kili had whirled around to throw a punch.

He hadn’t banked on how adorably embarrassed Fili had been, or the attractiveness of the mouth that was apologising over and over.

They’d spent that night together, and the next. Three months later, Kili had all but moved in with Fili. 

Two days after that, he’d gotten a call from his agent.

Another two days after that, Fili had kissed him goodbye at the airport.

That had been two years ago now, and they hadn’t spoken since.

*

“I am so, so, sorry. I’m just… god, I’m just the clumsiest person in the world. Can I buy you a drink to make up for it?

“...yeah, okay. No harm done.”

“I’m Fili. Fili the fundamentally uncoordinated.”

“That must look really awkward on your passport. I’m Kili. Nice to meet you.”

*

Fili’s phone buzzed, and he glanced at the hands-free display distractedly.

Kili Durin leaves costar Sigrid Bardsdottir’s manor in the early hours.

He swiped off the notification with irritation and hit the indicator with a little more force than was necessary, and then chastised himself mentally.

He was working, had to pick up yet another rich arsehole flying in from some mansion, and drive them around for the weekend.

He didn’t have time to be angry.

He shouldn’t be angry anyway. It had been two years.

Kili was allowed to date whoever he wanted.

It wasn’t wrong for him to move on. Deep down, Fili knew that. He was the weird one. He was the one who was still clinging on to what might have been.

The one following Kili’s career in the news.

The one still in love, though he’d never even admitted it aloud.

Fili pulled into the designated parking spot at airport arrivals and cut the engine. He needed to stop torturing himself with thoughts of what might have been. If things might have been different, if only he’d told Kili he loved him.

If only he’d asked him to stay.

Instead, when Kili had finished telling him about the audition, Fili hadn’t know what to say.

So he’d let him go.

*

“So? What do you think?”

“It sounds like the big break you’ve been waiting for. You’re not likely to get another chance like this.”

“You think I should take it then? It’s… it’s a whole year in LA.”

“Kee, of course you should. We never made any promises about this. About us. It’s still new. Too new for you to make any rash decisions, and I know I don’t want to hold you back. Take the role.”

“...yeah, okay. You’re right.”

*

Kili grabbed his suitcase from baggage claim and stopped to take a couple of selfies with some approaching fans.

“Is it true you’re dating Sigrid Bardsdottir?” One of them asked, bravely.

“Not at all.” Kili assured them swiftly, putting on a charming smile for the camera. “She’s just a friend.”

He ducked away at the first polite opportunity, wishing them a pleasant day, and began looking for his ride. It had all been arranged for him, under the pseudonym ‘Mr. Thorinson.’. Supposedly his driver would be holding up a sign with that name.

It was easy enough to find. He saw the placard and, weary from the long flight, was already halfway over before he bothered to look up at the man holding the card.

Only to stop dead, shock reflecting back at him along with recognition.

“Fili?” He gasped.

“Kili?”

Kili closed the gap between them, dropping his suitcase on the floor and enveloping Fili in a firm hug. Maybe if he’d thought about it for a second longer, he would have reacted differently, but he didn’t think so.

All he knew was a familiar face, a face he’d been yearning to see again. Luck and coincidence and maybe fate had brought them here.

And oh, Kili was just so happy to see him.

Fili returned the embrace just as tightly, Kili was glad to note. But all too soon they broke apart, not having any clue what to say.

“I… I’m working,” Fili mumbled, gesturing to his placard.

“That’s me.” Kili rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Mr. Thorinson was what my PA booked everything under.”

“Oh.” Fili’s face was unreadable. “The car’s this way, then.”

Kili nodded, feeling like there was suddenly half-a-dozen walls between them. Walls he wasn’t sure he could break down.

Walls he wasn’t sure he had any right to.

*

“What are you thinking? That’s your serious face.”

“That I’m going to miss this. Going to miss you. Being here, like this, with you… it makes me happy.”

“Let’s not talk about it anymore. Your flight leaves in, what, nine hours? Just for now, let’s be right here, in this moment.”

“I’m here, Fee. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

*

They drove in silence for a long way, silence broken only by the sound of the radio.

Kili had refused to sit in the back of the Bentley, separated by a screen. Instead, he’d climbed into the front with Fili.

“So… you drive fancy cars now?”

“It’s a job, and it pays well,” Fili shrugged. “We can’t all have movie star wages.”

Kili flinched, and Fili felt a bitter stab of satisfaction. “That wasn’t what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean? That I’m not making the most of my skills? Or maybe that I haven’t done much with my life since you’ve been gone?”

“I had no idea you thought so poorly of me,” Kili replied quietly.

Fili glanced away. “I haven’t thought of you at all,” he lied.

He didn’t mean to be so hostile. He really didn’t. But Kili was here and Fili was just so aware of how lacking his life was without him.

How he’d lost his drive to do more. Be more.

“I thought about you.”

Fili felt his anger drain. Why did Kili have to be so completely honest all the time? He always just said whatever he was thinking, and it was one of the things Fili had always loved about him.

“Yeah?” He asked wearily. “Was that before or after your date with Sigrid Bardsdottir? Or maybe after Tauriel what’s-her-name?”

“That’s horseshit and you know it. All of those rumours are crap,” Kili snapped. “That Tauriel rumour was less than a month after I arrived in L.A. If you think I would just tumble into bed with someone when I still hadn’t moved on from you, then—”

“Hang on,” Fili wasn’t even sure where to begin dissecting that sentence. “You’re trying to say that in two years, there hasn’t been a single person…?” He trailed off.

Kili stared out of the window, his jaw clenched. “No.”

“Bullshit,” Fili said eventually.

“Believe whatever you want. Fee… Fili. But it wasn’t me that ran out of the door. You told me to go. You don’t get to blame me for not immediately moving on.”

*

“You’re going to miss your flight.”

“I don’t care. Just… kiss me again.”

“Kee, are you crying?”

“Of course I am, you prat. I’m going to miss you.”

“You’ll forget all about me in a couple of weeks, once you get a taste of the celebrity life.”

“Not a chance.”

*

“That’s not fair, Kili. This was your big chance. I had no right to hold you back, to put that kind of pressure on you. We’d only been dating for a few months, we hadn’t even said… things.”

“I know.” Kili stared out of the window. Two years he’d been gone, and everything looked so different and yet so fundamentally the same.

“Then how could I ask you to give that up to be with me?”

Kili shook his head. “You could have let me know the option was there. You told me to go, so I thought… well, maybe you weren’t interested in me staying. Like you said, we’d never made any promises.”

When Fili didn’t immediately reply, Kili glanced over. “What?”

“I never wanted you to go,” Fili admitted.

Kili gave a bitter smile and turned away. “If only you’d said that two years ago.”

“Would it have made a difference? If I’d asked you, that day you told me about the audition, to give it all up and stay with me, what would you have said?”

Kili had thought about that exact scenario almost every night for the last two years. The answer rolled off his tongue without a second thought, before he could make any attempt to censor it or hold it back.

“I’d have told you I loved you. And that I wasn’t going anywhere.”

*

“This is Fili, leave a message.”

“Hey. It’s me. You’re probably driving home now, I’ve just gotten through security. I’m just sitting here feeling like I’ve made a huge mistake, Fee. I should stay. Please, just call me back and ask me to stay. I need to tell you that I love—”

“Message complete. To re-record your message, press 1. To delete, press 2.”

“... Message deleted.”

*

“You can’t know that.” Fili’s voice came out strangled, but he did nothing to repress it. Overcome with emotion, he pulled over at the side of the road, cutting the engine.

Kili had loved him too.

“I do. I called you from the airport lounge. I would have stayed.”

“Then you would never have known if you’d made the right choice. And even if you did, I wouldn’t have. I would have been always wondering if I’d made you give up your chance at the life most people dream of. I would have always wondered if you regretted it If you’d made the wrong choice.”

“I hadn’t thought about it like that,” Kili admitted. “But I can tell you with complete honesty that I did make the wrong choice by going.”

Fili nodded.

“I don’t have to make that mistake twice,” Kili offered quietly.

“Are you saying—?” Fili’d head snapped round, his mouth falling open in a gape.

“I’m saying that my feelings haven’t changed, not after all this time. Have yours?”

Fili exhaled. “No. But I have. As a person, I mean. We might not… we might not fit together anymore.”

But this time, he wasn’t going to talk Kili into leaving him behind. The choice had to be Kili’s, but Fili would present him with all his options.

“I’m in no rush to get back to L.A.” Kili smiled, holding his hand out. “We could find out.”

“I’d like that.” Fili took the offered hand and used it as leverage to pull Kili forward. Their noses bumped together slightly, and then Fili corrected his angle and kissed him gently.

“Stay,” he breathed, as their lips parted.

“Always,” Kili whispered.

*

“Hey Bilbo, this is Kili. I know I asked you for six months off, but the thing is… I’m getting married. And I’m ready to settle down out of the spotlight now.”

“I see. This isn’t entirely unexpected, but you’re a talented lad and I’m sad to see you go, my boy. I’d be remiss if I didn’t ask, though… are you sure this is what you want?”

“There’s not a doubt in my mind. I found where I’m supposed to be.”

“Then I wish you and Fili the best of luck. And if you ever change your mind and need an agent again, you know where I am.”

 “Thanks, Bilbo. You will come to the wedding, won’t you?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

LIFE IS UNUSUAL

PART 1: Dramatics on the dock

Summary- Y/N has just moved from California to the Outer banks because her father James Amber is going to be the new District Attorney, what will happen when a certain blue eyed pogue and you cross paths both having lots in common even though you have money and he doesn’t? Will there be drama surrounding that or not?

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️- drugs, cussing, possible sex? Abuse. ( only cussing in this chapter. )

✮︎A/N- Yes I deleted this part and now I’m reposting it ( if you read this it’s still the same! ) I’m just revamping my stuff I want to put more of a effort into these ( I meant to list edit it but I accidentally deleted it, but I have it in my notes ) anyway happy reading :).

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Hey my name is Y/N, Y/N Amber I was born in raised in Huntington’s Beach, California. To live in California is difficult because prices for stuff is a lot higher then most places, my Dad is well off he is the District Attorney in Huntington’s he makes enough where my mom does not have to work at all but she does. She is a designer she makes her own clothing pieces she isn’t some big huge brand that you would know of, she is a small business so far it’s just her she is just starting it up she wants to have a boutique to sell her pieces that’s her dream. As for me I’m just trying to have a good time as much as possible you only live once right? So live it up.

Y/N POV:

“So Y/N are you excited for Friday’s big charity surf event?” My best friend since birth asked me on the way to dropping me off at home, “of course I am” you said hopping out of the car “you know I love helping” you bid your goodbyes and walked to the driveway only to see a moving car in the drive way you walked fast into your house “what’s all this about?” You asked confused “oh Y/N I must have forgotten to tell you we are moving to the Outer-banks” your father James said.

That was yesterday now you were currently in the outerbanks your parents went back to California to end some business so it was just you for a while, you were at this restaurant called The Wreck you chose to go there cause it was the closest to your house and it also had everything on the menu. Your parents had bought a piece of land 8 months ago it was on the cut your father wanted it to be in figure 8 but your mom said the cut had a better view and your dad was all for the saying happy wife happy life.

You were eating your burger and fries with a dr. Pepper, when your phone buzzed you looked to see your best friend Maia texted you saying she can no longer be friends with a liar, your heart sped up and your hands sweaty you texted back saying you had no idea that you were moving you found out right when she dropped you off. You hit send and she replied back 3 mins later saying she knows how your father is and how he can do terrible things but not telling his daughter about a move wasn’t one of them.

You went to respond back saying that you really had know idea you didn’t know if your dad genuinely forgot to tell you or just chose not to till the very last second, literally and that you wouldn’t miss the charity surfing event for anything. You hit send but it failed to deliver meaning one thing, your best friend had blocked you. You looked around the restaurant and saw 3 boys and a girl eating and laughing they looked very close with one another. Like family. And here you were in a brand new state in a new town with no one not even your friends back home.

You were so overwhelmed you dug in your purse grabbed at 100$ bill slammed it on the table jumped out of the stool so quick it fell to the ground, it was like the whole restaurant silenced and looked over to the noise you felt like a deer in headlights frantically looking at the people watching you making you feel so much worse you didn’t bother picking the stool up and you ran out of the restaurant tears streaming down your face.

JJ’S POV:

Me and the rest of the pogues were eating at The Wreck like always because kiara’s family owns it and we get free food, it’s scrap but food is food. Kie was trying to keep us quiet so her dad doesn’t yell at her when a loud bang went off. we all looked in the direction of a girl who wore black ripped jeans, maroon tank top, with a plaid blue flannel on top. She looked frazzled and not by her stool hitting the ground usually I would have looked away but I’d never seen this girl before and I could tell she wasn’t a touron because she was alone, I looked closer and could tell she was trying to hold back tears and then she ran out of the restaurant.

“I hope she paid for her food or atleast left a tip” kie mumbled “hey maybe someone should check on her” pope said moving his stuff around, “yeah I’ve never seen her before, wouldn’t want her to get lost or run into a kook” John b said. I got up out of my chair “where are you going?” Kie asked confused “did you not hear the conversation someone should make sure she is ok or at least make sure she knows where she is going” I said like it was the most obvious thing ever “yeah I heard but why you?” She challenged.

“Because I have to go to work in like 15 mins, I’m already on the way out might as well. Oh hey tell your dad I said foods great I’m coming back tonight for more” I said heading out the restaurant, I quickly found the girl with her knees to her chest I made my way to her the closer I got I could hear and tell she was crying. She had long strawberry blonde hair that was very curly and she had a blue feather earring that hung to her shoulder. She is definitely a pogue probably a new one us pogues all know each other whether we are close or not.

“Hey uh I saw what happened in there just wanna see if you’re ok, or if you knew your way around you look new.” I said trying not to startle her, she looked up and me and smiled softly “yeah, um I’m ok just a tough 2 days is all, thank you for checking in though” she said looking back out to the ocean I decided to take a seat next to her I have 10 more mins to lose anyway “hey you’re the first girl I’ve caught crying to never wipe the tears away quickly and pretend as if they weren’t there” I said laughing.

She laughed too, “I guess it’s just stupid to hide something obvious, why pretend?” She asked looking at me her mascara and eye liner I think kie told me once what it was. I personally think it’s an eye marker but whatever Floats your boat. It was smeared all over her face from her crying and probably wiping it i motioned to her face and hand to let her know “uh your face stuff is well on your face, but like all over your face” I said she looked at her hand and touched under her eyes pulling them away and seeing more had transferred to it. Most girls would have tried to fix it but she didn’t. “I guess it is, oh well” she said wiping her hands on her jeans.

This girl was different then all the girls I’ve met you could tell she cared because she was crying about something but when it came to herself or rather so her appearance she didn’t care one bit, “I’m sorry about disturbing your meal, I just moved here from California. The move was surprising my parents had to have known for months maybe even a year but they didn’t tell me till yesterday, and now I’m here while they’re there wrapping up business. I’m upset because my best friend didn’t believe I just found out and she blocked me. Which I know sounds SO stupid, but I’m all alone here in a town I’ve never even been before I know no one and my best friend left so I can’t even talk to her about it. Life just fucking sucks right now” she rambled and wiping some tears that fell. In a way I can understand that.

“Hey don’t apologize I was done eating and I have work soon so you saved me from getting bitched at for being late, and I’m sorry about that, that does suck but

Maybe this will help” I said sticking my hand out “I’m JJ consider me your new friend” she took my hand and shook it “I’m Y/N thank you for being my friend” she said smiling a real smile this time. That made my day knowing I could

Make someone smile after they were just crying.

“Oh anytime, here I’ll give you my number so we can plan sometime to get together and I can show you around, also show you the best spots” I said giving her my phone. She put her number in and I took her phone putting mine in hers of course mine is “JJ🏄🏼‍♂️🚬” I gave her phone back and saw that she put her name as Y/N🦋 (AKA dramatic girl who cries) “you know Incase you forget you won’t now” she laughed making fun of herself which I admired a lot.

“I won’t forget, In fact after work the first thing I’ll do is text you” I said standing up and pointing to her she stood up too “you better you’re my only hope” “did you just quote star wars at me?” I asked “yes I did and I don’t regret it” “oh we are so best friends now” I said looking down at her she was a lot shorter than I was it was cute my own personal arm rest “I’m serious though text me! You’re my only friend now and the only person to text. My fate is in your hands young jedi” Y/N said putting her hands together and bending slightly I did the same back “may the force be with you, and I’ll text you don’t worry. You’re the only person to quote Star Wars at me and it’s now my favorite thing” I yelled as I continued to walk away smiling to myself.

Things have been quiet for a while at Tachibana Real Estate. With Tetsu on the mend after a particularly rough bout of intensive dialysis, Y/N decided to take up an evening profession to ensure their comfortable survival.

Did Tetsu ask her to get a job? Absolutely not. Did he need additional income? Absolutely not. Though his health was improving, Elder Chen and his staff strongly suggested he take time off to relax and make a full recovery. He obliged.

He was also well aware of the stress relief his woman got from working nights. He figured she enjoyed it. Despite her sensitive and loving nature, she was combative in spirit. When she’d gotten wind that there was a secret ring in which women were paid well to fight, she quite literally jumped at the chance.

She was a natural. Strong and confident yet agile and quick to react. When he’d watch her stretch just before heading out, he could tell she knew what she was doing. Though he wasn’t crazy about the idea, he’d never say so. He just worried in silence and supported her, regardless. She was always there for him in every way and he’d never forget it.

She usually made it home by 2 or 3 in the morning. She’d slip in quietly, shower and sneak into bed, wrapping her arms around him. He’d get a whiff of her damp, clean hair and the aroma of her fresh skin and would immediately smile and drift back into a peaceful sleep.

But tonight was different. In repose, he stared out the floor to ceiling windows, his fears kept him wide awake. His stomach was in knots as their penthouse remained empty save for him and his mounting, screaming concerns. As he sighed heavily and rolled on his side, he heard the unmistakable sound of a key in the lock.

He leapt out of bed and walked toward the door, turning the knob and drawing it open. There she stood, a look of peril in her eyes. He immediately threw his arms around her as she leaned into his embrace, wincing. Without a word he pulled her inside, promptly closing the door. With his arm around her waist, supporting her weight he walked her to the sofa; a long, wide sectional perfect for sprawling out.

“Baobei, do you know what time it is? The sun is about to rise. Are you alright?” Tetsu tried so hard not to sound scolding, but he felt he had every right to worry about her safety and could no longer hold back.

She sighed, covering her eyes. “I’m so sorry. I’m okay, just a little roughed up.”

Tetsu turned on the kitchen light so as not to blind her. He grabbed ice, bandages, towels and a bowl of warm soap water.

He sat beside her, setting his stack of care items in his lap.

“What happened?” He asked softly as he looked on, fighting the urge to groan. Though the mere thought of her being hurt was unbearable to him, he couldn’t deny the relief that as he examined her, her injuries didn’t appear to be too serious; just a couple of lacerations and a few bruises. It still broke his heart to see the love of his life in any pain. He gave her thigh a quick squeeze and walked back toward the kitchen to fill a large glass with ice and water.

“I just barely won this one. My opponent was from Nagoya. I’d never heard of her so I underestimated her. She was incredibly strong and much faster than I am. I can’t believe I pinned her, she wore me out. We tumbled on the floor a lot, so I’ve got quite a few scrapes and I might’ve slightly bruised a rib. It hurts to move.” She sighs again, taking a sip of water as Tetsu handed her the glass.

“Baobei... maybe you should take a break for a while?” He asked hopefully as he laid a cold towel over her forehead.

“I’ve already decided as much, indefinitely. But what’ll we do...”

He places his index finger against her lips. “I hope you’re not concerned about money. You know that will never be an issue.” He leans in and kisses her softly, gripping her chin with his left hand and caressing her cheek. “Please. You mean more to me than absolutely anything. You do not have to earn a thing. I do not want you to feel like you owe me anything.”

She looked into his eyes and whimpered, holding back tears. Between the pain from her injuries and her boundless adoration of this man, she felt herself sliding into the emotional deep end. “Tetsu, I love you... so much. I haven’t been doing this because I don’t think you can support us. I know you can, everyone knows how successful and financially sound you are. I just feel guilty because I’m just some girl, I’ve never amounted to anything of note. I don’t have a mind for business. What do I bring to the table? I feel like I contribute nothing...”

He grabbed her face gently with both hands, kissing the tip of her nose. “My god, Y/N, you think you contribute nothing? Don’t be ridiculous. You care for me physically and emotionally. You’ve shown me nothing but love and kindness... that is everything to me.”

“But, Tetsu... you could have anyone. Why me? There are plenty of women who would treat you well, and I’m sure they’d be in much higher standing than I am...”

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he kept his gloved hand at her cheek. “I asked you not to be ridiculous. Plenty of women would love the lifestyle I can offer. Plenty of women have. What I saw in your eyes the first time we met was something entirely different. There’s a beautiful honesty in you. I knew I’d fall for you immediately. What I didn’t expect was for you to love me as you do, to care for me each time my health declines. I would do anything for you, as you have done for me.”

He placed a towel full of ice against her ribs and stroked her cheek again. “Let me clean these abrasions. I don’t want you running the risk of any infections.”

She nodded, looking reassured. Tetsu dipped a towel in the bowl and brought it to her broken skin, dabbing gently, wiping away the filth of the outside world. All that mattered was in this moment.

He took a clean bandage to each of her scrapes, wrapping them securely, kissing them into place.

He gazed at his woman longingly, lovingly, taking her hand. “Want to go to bed?” He smiled with a sleepy gaze.

“Actually...” she sat up, stretching her arms, reaching for him. “...I want to lie here with you and watch the sun rise... if you don’t mind.”

Tetsu’s heart melted at the request. He scooted closer to her, delicately placing her against his chest as she propped herself up and into his lap.

She tossed her head over his shoulder, kissing along his jaw, stopping at his earlobe. Sliding her hand into his hair, she took a strap around each finger, tugging him closer.

He kissed her temple as she looked up at him, warmly.

Her eyebrows rose as the blue light of dawn began to fade into view.

She sighed.

“Thank you, baobei... for everything.”

***

Cool so somehow I accidentally deleted this wonderful ask/my reply ‘cuz I’m prob a boomer or something lulll soo here’s the prompt, in a screen shot.

TYSM Krystal for requesting me, this was so fun to write! I’m actually in the middle of a Nishiki req & though I def would’ve had a good time writing him for this, I really miss my TouchyBanana so I decided to give Tetsu-chan some much deserved love.

The Difference Between Boys & Girls | o2

summary: Sam & Erin are university students who share a cheap one bedroom apartment above a shitty takeaway restaurant. Due to the limited space, they’ve grown accustomed to sharing just about everything, including the occasional kiss. Despite the amount of time they spend together, their complete comfort in sharing a bed, etc, the pair continues to hold on to the idea that they are completely “platonic.” None of their friends believe this excuse, but as ridiculous as it sounds the unconventional living situation truly does seem to work for them.

Well, it used to anyway..

pairing: Jung Hoseok (Samuel Park)  x Named OC characters: meet the cast.

genre: angst, smut, fluff

chapters: o1| o2| o3| o4| o5| o6| o7| o8| o9| 10| 11| 12| 13| 14

warning: boyfriend!hoseok, jealous!hoseok, friends to lovers trope, college au, angst, sexual themes, slow burn, ambw

a/n: i am a fool. I accidentally deleted my blog so this is me re-uploading EVERYTHING.

With her body wrapped in a dress that stopped just a couple inches below her ass, bare shoulders and a sheer cutout in the front Sam was having a hard time keeping his eyes from travelling along the contours of Erin's body.

Originally she planned on wearing just a pair of jeans and a cute top, thus ensuring that she would attract the least amount of attention when they reached their destination. That all changed when Samuel decided he was going to tag along, she didn't mind all eyes being on her as long as he was by her side.

And of course, the surge of confidence she felt after having caught Sam's eyes widen and his mouth drop open slightly when she stepped out of the bedroom may have had something to do with it also. He had managed to settle his features and avert his gaze once Erin joined him for their obligatory pregame shot in the kitchen, making sure to keep his distance like he was drinking with his baby sister and not some woman he'd leer at in a dim nightclub.

His reaction only made Erin stifled a giggle after she allowed the alcohol to ease down her throat. He could play it cool all he wanted, Erin knew she had ruffled his feathers and that alone was almost enough to make their whole night worth it before it even began.

"Aren't you, like...cold? In that dress?"  Samuel asked, uttering his first full sentence since they'd left the apartment.

Erin only shook her head and made a small noise to demonstrate her disagreeing.

Samuel scoffed and moved closer as they walked in stride, he knew better than to believe her when she was obviously freezing. He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her close to his side, the pad of his thumb drumming lightly against her hip. "Like hell you're not."

The touch burned through the flimsy layer of cloth and Erin was sure her cheeks would be flushed if she had any less melanin in her skin.

She couldn't allow her mind to read too much into his actions, however. As far as she knew Samuel had always been a very hands-on kind of guy. If he liked you, you knew because he'd find any excuse in the book to touch you. But there was also the side of his personality that just radiated affection when he was comfortable, the occasional hand grab, hug, caress usually mean nothing more to him than simply being friendly.

Sammy just liked human contact and sometimes it honestly drove Erin nuts.

"I think we're almost there" Erin commented as she glanced down at her cell phone, rereading the address Kim sent her a few hours earlier. "It should be on the left after this intersection."

"This doesn't really look like a good location for a bar" Sam noted as he glanced around their surroundings.

The streets were considerably empty for a Friday night and the few people they did see shuffling around looked like they were auditioning for part in Rent. Definitely not the young hip crowd either of them had been expecting.

Five minutes, and one wrong turn later they figured out exactly why the area seemed so dead.

The 'fun night out' Erin had been invited to turned out to be a gallery showing for a few unknown local artists. The air of excitement deflated the second Erin and Sam entered the building.

Kim was there at the entrance, craning her head back and forth and when she spotted Erin she beamed, and waved wildly. The second she did a quick scan of Erin's attire and noticed the handsome young man attached to her hip, her smile dulled considerably.

"Unnie! You remember my roommate, Samuel?"

Kim extended a hand, a smile way too broad to be genuine plastered on her lips. "Of course! It's a pleasure to see you again."

She was clearly lying since her nostrils were a bit too flared to be sincere. That didn't stop Sammy from grinning widely and taking her hand, bowing slightly to press his lips lightly to the back of her palm. "The pleasure is all mine."

Erin rolled her eyes gently and quirked her eyebrow in his direction, he winked at her and stood up straight again.

"Right. Well Erin I thought the friend you mentioned bringing along was a girl? Since this is a supposed to be a girl's night out."

And you said we would be going out for a drink, I guess we're both liars huh? Erin thought to herself.

"I know, but she couldn't make it and Sammy decided to volunteer to take her place. He might as well be a girl; you'll hardly notice the difference I promise."

Kim looked skeptical. Like she wanted to push the issue further but decided against it. "Alright he can stay but he has to participate like the rest of us."

"Participate, in what?" Sam asked.

"The post night discussion of course!" Kim answered, with more excitement than necessary as she reached down into her purse and dug out a notebook and pen for each of them. "We're all going to take notes on our favourite pieces and discuss them after the viewing, fun right?"

Erin braved a smile since she was used to Kim's concept of fun. Sam, on the other hand, refused to believe that she was serious as he erupted into a fit of laughter. Erin dug her elbow into his side and gave Kim a look of reassurance, "He has a weird sense of humour, we’re going to love this."

Kim nodded slowly and readjusted the strap of her purse "Okay, if you need anything just find me I'll be around" She began backing away "Oh and the drinks are free if you want one" The petite girl added before turning and disappearing into the shallow crowd.

"Homework, E. Seriously?" Sam began complaining not two seconds after Kim was no longer within earshot.

"What happened to Mr. Positive? The drinks are free that's something, right?"

"It's the only reason I'm still standing here"

"Oh come on, you wouldn't abandon your noona. Especially after you asked to tag along" Erin chuckled as she clipped the pen onto the side of her notebook.

"That's because I thought we would be drinking, not analyzing crappy art"

"Listen, I don't wanna do this anymore than you do. I'm way overdressed and I don't even like art. But at least we're here together and we've already been spotted so it's too early to bail anyway. If you want to continue grumbling I won't stop you but grumble on the way to the bar to get us some drinks."

Sam parted his lips to argue, but the resolve in Erin's eye made him second guess that. They could literally argue all night over this and he wasn't about to upset her when she looked that nice. "You're right," He sighed "You want your usual?"

"Yes please," Erin beamed and leaned upward to peck his cheek before he sauntered away in the direction of the bar with a dopey smile.

Suddenly very aware of the fact that she was standing in the middle of the floor alone, Erin quickly moved towards the nearest display of art. She pulled the pen from her notepad and pretended to be interested in the large canvas splattered with various lines and squiggles. Erin was never very appreciative of art even when she could understand the concept.

"Oh my god, this looks like a goddamn finger painting" She muttered underneath her breath.

A bellow of male laughter tickled Erin's ears from behind and almost made her jump out of her skin. She turned and came face to face with an unfamiliar person. His rounded cheeks made him seem young, much too young to be mixed in with this crowd but once Erin allowed her eyes to drift further down from his face she determined that he was probably in her age bracket. His hair was parted through the middle and pushed away from his face, colored a shade that Erin could only describe as neon tangerine and he wore a smile on his face that made the room seem ten shades brighter. He was tall but only by comparison to Erin, he was still a few inches shorter than Sammy so that brought him right to her eye level.

"Sorry, I didn't realise I was talking out loud," Erin said softly, accompanying her words with a slight bow.

"Don't be, you're not lying" He answered, still trying to stop himself from laughing "I'm Brian by the way."

"Erin"

Brian bit into his lip once his laughter subsided and subtly felt Erin up with his eyes. She pretended not to notice and returned her attention to the painting.

"So I guess art isn't really your thing either?"

"I love it actually, but the use of color and composition here is just lazy and uninspired." Brian commented and took a step closer, he was close enough for Erin to catch the scent of his cologne and a tiny shudder ran down the base of her spine. It was small but significant considering the only man that made her feel that way lately was Sammy. "Look at this area right here" He gestured to the far left side of the canvas "To the untrained eye it would probably look like a deliberate splatter of red paint to represent anguish, but I know that this artist just stepped on a tube and left the mark there."

"Mhm.... wait can you repeat that first thing again," Erin said, quickly putting her pen against the notebook and writing down the gist of what his.

"Are you a journalist?" Brian asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"University student, this is just for my.... study group. How do you know so much about this?"

"Because it's my painting and it only took me about five minutes to finish" Brian grinned and turned to face Erin. He was inches away and the coy smile that spread across his lips when their eyes connected made her chortle. Brian wet his bottom lip with his tongue which inadvertently drew Erin's attention there before the sound of someone clearing their throat behind them broke up the staring contest.

"Uh. The line was long, here's your drink. Who is this?" Sammy asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Erin smiled and took the tumbler of liquid from Samuel "This is Brian, we're making fun of his terrible art. Brian, this is my roommate; Sammy"

Both men nodded toward each other, exchanging a polite handshake before turning their attention back to Erin. Samuel was the first to speak.

"Listen do you really want to stay here all night? The drinks are watered down and I know how much you hate this art crap"

Erin shrugged gently but made a sour face the second she took a sip of her drink, it tasted like cranberry juice mixed with tap water, not vodka.

"Oh gross, let's get out of here before Kim finds me again," She said resting her cup on the nearest flat surface. She was all prepared to sprint out the nearest exit when a hand gently grabbed her upper arm and stopped her in her tracks.

"If you're going to leave can I see your phone before you go?" Brian asked, flirtatious smile still present.

"Why do you need to see my phone?"

"So I can put my number into it"

"Wow, you are subtle!" Erin laughed, taking a second to think of a response. "Ah, what the hell" She sighed and pulled her phone out of her purse, unlocked it and handed it over.

"Oh, what's this? It looks like you're accidentally calling me, that's weird. I guess I'll just have to save your number in my phone as well" Brian mused as his fingers moved over the keypad.

The entire interaction made Sam's lips fall into a flat, disapproving line while Erin giggled like it was the most amusing thing she'd ever seen.

"I hope to see you around sometime, Erin" Brian waved while she and Samuel headed toward the entrance.

"You too"

Instead of going home like Erin thought they would be, she and Samuel ended up at a bar a few blocks down from the warehouse where the gallery viewing was. Kim and all the members of her study group called multiple times but Erin stopped feeling bad about not picking after the first few shots.

Somehow one hour turned into to two and both Sam and Erin were tipsy to say the least they burst out onto the sidewalk, laughing at jokes neither of them were saying out loud.

"Do you know what we should do right now?" Sammy said excitedly, his hands holding onto Erin's shoulders.

"What?"

"Go watch the stars! Like we used to in school... I'm pretty sure there's a park somewhere around here" He muttered to himself but propelled forward anyway, dragging Erin along with him. She allowed him to pull her along as he tried to gain his bearings, she wasn't really ready to go home yet either.

After some trial and error, they managed to find the "park", which was actually just a patch of grass and a small hill but who was complaining?

Sammy motioned for Erin to sit next and she scrunched her nose upward "I don't want my dress to get dirty I'll stand, it's okay."

"Here," He sighed, pulling the jacket he was wearing off his shoulders and laying it down over the grass. "Better princess?"

"Much" Erin grinned as she moved to sit, exhaling a deep breath once she was settled and Sammy's arm found its way behind her. "I can't remember the last time we did this," She said after a beat, glancing up at the illuminated night sky.

"I do. It was the night of my graduation, you rode the bus all the way from Seoul to Daegu just to be there for my ceremony and stayed up with me to watch the stars even though you had a class the next morning." Sammy recalled with fondness in his voice.

"I remember that you begged me for like two hours to sneak out to the beach with you. Then when we actually got there you couldn't stop freaking out about being caught."

"My mother is a very perceptive woman; I still think she noticed me leaving in her sleep!"  Sammy retorted and both of them exploded with laughter.

"You made a promise that night too, do you remember that?"

Sam nodded with a smile but didn't saying anything.

"You're just going to make me repeat it by myself?"

"You look so cute when you say it noona"

Erin rolled her eyes, but cleared her throat anyway "I- state your name-"

"Sang-min 'Samuel' Park!"

"-So solemnly swear to live my life to fullest degree of potential and happiness possible from this moment on, recognising that I am no longer a child, but that doesn't I have to turn into a cynical old man. All agreed say aye." Erin was hardly able to finish talking before she gave into the laughter.

"Aye!" Sammy repeated in a squeaky voice and joined Erin in a chorus of giggles and guffaws.

A moment of comfortable silence passed over them once the laughter died down and Erin sighed again, snuggling closer to Sam and leaning backwards on her elbows. "You think you kept your promise? Are you happy, Sam?"

He frowned for a second and shrugged "I'm alright, I've still got you with me so that's good enough for me." He said softly, reaching forward to brush a stray hair out of Erin's eyes and tuck it behind her ear. The tips of his fingers slowly trailed along her jawline as if he was touching her for the first time. When he cupped her jaw in one hand and pulled her face closer his Erin found herself letting him do so.

They had kissed before, games of spin the bottle at high school parties and a few times after having a couple drinks at home. But those could be explained away by a momentary lapse in judgement and raging underdeveloped hormones. This was a deliberate action and Samuel made sure to move at a slow pace to give Erin enough to time to back out if she wanted to.

She didn't want to.

"You looked so good tonight, noona" Sam whispered against the shell of Erin's ear, the bridge of his nose nuzzled against the hollow of Erins cheek and the warmth of his breath fanned over her skin causing heat to spread all over her body. Her breathing grew shallow and her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation, just as his lips barely brushed against her own a loud blaring noise shattered their fairy tale and made them both jump backwards.

"Oh shit, I think that's my phone. Sorry" Erin fumbled around with the clutch in her hands before pulling out her cell phone and preparing to curse out whoever had the misfortune of calling her at that exact moment.

"Hello?" Erin barked into the receiver.

"I- I'm sorry is this not a good time? Were you sleeping?" Brian’s gentle voice momentarily disarmed Erin's annoyance and she shook her head.

"Oh Brian is that you? No... I'm actually not even home yet, Sammy and I stopped for a drink before going home"

"O-oh okay," Brian replied softly, taking a second to think before speaking again "Well maybe you can text me when you home just so I know you're safe."

"I can do that" Erin answered, trying her best to smile even though she noticed the sudden change in Sam's posture, going from relaxed to rigid the second Erin answered the phone. He stood up after she hung up and held out a hand to help her to her feet. After she was standing he leaned down to pick up his jacket and dusted it off before placing it around Erin's shoulders.

"I should get you home."

Tin Man - The Lost Chapter

This is the first part of my multichapter Marvel fic. If you prefer to read on Ao3 here is the link.

Summary: Alexandra is a 22 year old college sophomore studying Biochemistry. Since she moved to the city from a small Midwest town 2 years before she has had a colorful dating history, but all of her exes have taught her skills to survive in the city. However, walking home one night, one of the exes, Markus, decides that Alex’s smart mouth needs to learn a lesson. She is saved by a mysterious stranger who doesn’t have a lot to say and has a metal arm. This act of kindness sets off a series of events that turn her life into something straight out of a movie.

Trigger Warnings: Attempted sexual assault, threatening language, blood, violence Author Note: Sometimes, you are reading through a previous work because you're attempting to get back into the story but have forgotten everything you have written. And sometimes, while you are reading through a work, the page numbers are off, which is VERY aggravating. So, you go where you published the story to see if something accidentally got deleted. You find that it wasn't, but that when you published the story literally years ago, you missed posting a whole ass chapter.So, here is the lost chapter, which takes place between Chapter 5-6. If I have completely lost my mind and this chapter IS somewhere in the story, sorry about the second posting. Things are a little crazy over here these days.

Alex pulled out her phone, mainly to have something to do because she was still shaken up. She had a missed call and a text message from Mr. Malone. She sighed and opened the text. They were putting in a new door when I came in. Left bags inside. Looks like it has been mauled by a bear. What happened? Alex thought about answering, but decided she didn’t have the energy to think up a convincing lie. She texted back a simple thank you and threw the phone back into her purse. “Why are there so many damaged buildings?” James asked as they headed for the subway station. “Left over damage from the Battle of New York. Most areas have been so worried about rebuilding the destroyed buildings that they haven’t taken care of the cosmetic stuff. Brooklyn really didn’t even get the worst of it, not compared to places like Hell’s Kitchen, but Brooklyn’s been slow to deal with the damage.” Alex explained. The Battle had happened the summer before Alex was supposed to move to the city. She had been trying to figure out what to tell her parents about deciding to go to New York University, which had offered her a full ride scholarship. They had all watched in horror as the city was blasted to pieces and a hole opened in the sky. Alex remembered looking for Stark Tower on the news, because if it still stood, then everything else would somehow be okay. If Tony Stark had kept his tower safe than the rest of New York couldn’t be the hell that it looked like. Her heart sank when she saw that the portal was coming from the Tower itself. That’s when she knew New York, the world, would never be the same. After that, she decided she wasn’t going to tell her parents that she was going to New York until a week before she was leaving for freshman orientation. They had been horrified, her mother breaking down into tears and her father spending all night out in the barn. They had called Jake to fly home and talk some sense into her. She had moved up her flight time and left before he ever touched down in the city. “The Battle of New York,” James said the words slowly. “You didn’t know it happened did you?” Alex said as they headed down the steps to the subway. “Are you are missing that part of your memory as well? Or is that when you were overseas?” “I don’t think I was awake for it.” Alex turned, thinking he was being funny, but James’s face was still and serious. Had he been in a coma? What the hell was this guy’s story? The subway train was a lot less crowded and they both got a seat, James hesitated before sitting down next to Alex. Alex made a point to look out the window during the whole trip, her arms burning and her legs shaking. She wrapped her arms around herself and tried to tell herself it was just the cold. She tried not to think about the number of times she had been attacked in the last forty-eight hours. She tried to retreat behind her walls of calm and collectedness. She failed. She felt James’s eyes fall on her multiple times, but he made no move to comfort her or speak. When they got off the subway, Alex stopped to buy herself a coffee from a street cart. She didn’t offer to buy James one, it didn’t even cross her mind. He didn’t say anything. Alex unlocked the door to the apartment building and trudged up the flight of stairs, only to be greeted by a new door and a sticky note saying that Jason, the maintenance man, had the new set of keys. Alex knew that she could pick the lock if she needed to, but she didn’t have the energy. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” Alex sighed as she walked down to the basement, where Jason’s apartment was. She knocked loudly on the door, knowing that he probably had his Xbox headset on, and waited for him to get untangled to open the door. “Hey A.J.,” Jason said with a yawn as he opened the door. He was the normal maintenance man in a rundown apartment building, late twenties, single, not exactly known for his hygiene, but extremely pleasant. He was the landlord’s younger brother and while he was pretty good was a hammer and a wrench, Alex got the feeling that he was shoved down here almost to hide him from the rest of the world. “Hey Jason, what are we playing today?” It was forced cheerfulness, but Alex didn’t want another person to ask her what was wrong. She might start crying. “Oh, Destiny. I just got it and it is wicked,” Jason said with a smile. “You want to come in a watch?” “Sorry, I have a test to study for. They said you had my new keys?” “Right, right. That door was annihilated, girl. You need to be more careful with those guys.” Jason said as he reached into the bowl by the door and pulled out a set of keys. “If you ever need help, you can always come down and get me. Or call, you have my number.” “Thanks Jason,” Alex said with a sigh as she took the keys from him. She loved that everyone wanted to keep her safe, but if one more person showed concern she might scream. She was a twenty-two year old woman who could, under most circumstances, take care of herself. The references to her dating history was also starting to get old. They were assholes, that is why she broke up with them. Alex got back up to the fifth floor and everything hurt. She didn’t think she had ever been more tired. James was leaning against the door frame. He’s eyes questioned her, but Alex just unlocked the door and pushed it open. “Son of a bitch,” Alex said as she tripped over the shopping bags from earlier, completely forgetting that Mr. Malone said he had left them right inside the door. Alex felt tears start to well up in her eyes and became even more furious with herself. “Are you alright?” James asked, but Alex just kicked the bag out of the way, slammed her coffee cup down on the counter, and stomped into her bedroom. She slammed the door shut and dropped onto her bed. A few tears leaked out of her eyes, she brushed them away furiously. “Alex?” James voice called through the door. “Just give me a minute, Jesus.” Alex called back, angry that her voice shook. She buried her face in the pillow, and screamed. After she was out of breath, she let herself cry silently for a solid ten minutes. It wasn’t just the fight with James, it was just everything that had happened in the past two days. A lot of it was James’s fault, but if hadn’t been around, she knew she would be dead. Alex finally rolled onto her back and took a few deep breaths. Alex hated crying, she found it completely unhelpful because that time could be used to work toward a solution. However, sometimes you just needed a good cry. It was also supposed to help clear your skin or something else too. But you can’t cry forever. Alex sat up and used a tissue to blow her nose. She then stripped out of her clothes and pulled on a pair of oversized sweatpants and a hoodie. Alex braided her hair and used makeup remover to scrub her wrecked makeup off her face. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before emerging from her room. James jumped off the couch when she entered the living room, worry and guilt written all over his face. Alex took a good deal satisfaction in that look. James didn’t try to say anything, but his blue eyes searched for some sort of answer. She didn’t have one. “I…I cleaned up the coffee. It splattered everywhere,” James explained. “Well at least you’re good for something,” Alex mumbled as she walked into the kitchen. She knew she was being unreasonable, but she didn’t care. She had to channel her emotions somewhere and James was standing right there. “I’m going to make some hot cider, do you want any?” Alex asked as she poured water into the kettle and put it over the flames. “Do you have tea?” James asked. Alex snorted. “Orange or Chamomile?” She asked as she grabbed two mugs from the cabinet. “You don’t just have regular tea?” James asked. Alex just stopped and glared at him for a few seconds. “Orange will be fine,” James said as he took a seat at the table. Alex got out the milk and sugar for James as she waited for the water to heat up. She also pulled a bottle of aspirin out of a drawer and took two, dry. All of her aches and pains were starting to get to her. Finally the kettle started to whistle and she made the drinks. Both were silent as she put the mugs on the table and James fixed his tea the way he wanted it. As Alex waited for him to start she started to become more and more unsure if this was a story she wanted to hear. If she could emotionally handle it right now. However, the longer they sat there sipping their drinks the more restless she became. She really did have a test that she had to study for. Alex knew that her priorities were out of order, but it was the only way to keep herself sane. Plus, she needed to keep that scholarship. “I am not going to tell you specifics,” James finally said setting his tea mug down. “Not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t want to put you in more danger.” James folded his hands, the metal flashing in the afternoon light. Alex wanted to protest, but a bit of the truth would be better than no truth at all. She folded her feet underneath herself and wrapped her fingers around her coffee mug. The picture of friendly interest. James picked at a scar on his hand, collecting his thoughts. “I was a solider of the U.S. military, part of a specialized group of fighters.” “Like Black ops?” Alex asked. She knew she shouldn’t interrupt, but just listening had never been her strong suit. “Yeah, I guess. Anyway, we worked on a number of high risk and dangerous missions. On one of these missions I got injured and separated from my team. They thought I was dead, I should be dead, but I survived.” James stopped here. “Is that how you got the metal arm? This accident?” Alex asked. “The bones were basically turned to powder. Considering the fall, my entire body should have looked like that, but I survived.” James flexed the fingers on his metal hand. “Maybe it would have been better if it had turned out the other way.” They both sat for a few seconds thinking about this statement. Alex’s knee-jerk reaction was to comfort James, but she was worried that if she interrupted the story she would never hear all of it. She had also out of emotional energy for the day. “Anyway, I was found, treated, and brought back to good health. My memories, everything, were erased gone. The only thing I knew was what the people who saved me told me. So I worked for them and were until recently when my memories started coming back.” “That’s why you came to New York,” Alex said connecting the dots. James nodded. “I got here and nothing looked familiar. My memory would come and go and I got disorientated. That’s why I was walking around that night I saw you forced into the alley.” James said finishing the story. “I have a question,” Alex said as she finished her cider. “I’m pretty sure you have more than one,” James said with a small smile. “True, but that will take hours,” Alex said with an answering smile. “How did you get back to the states? You said you got injured in the war, that’s a long way from home.” “I was on a mission in the states when my memories started to come back,” James explained. Alex nodded as she digested this information. This wasn’t really anything that Alex hadn’t figured out on her own, but the news about him working for someone other than the military was interesting. Not only that, but it sounded like it was also some sort of mercenary organization. Then a thought popped into her head that chilled her. “The people, who saved you…” Alex picked her next words carefully. “They are not exactly friendly are they?” Not as laid back as she wanted it to sound, but the general meaning was there. “That’s one way of putting it,” James said with a ghost of as laugh before turning serious. “They have a view of the world and how it should be. They don’t like opinions that aren’t in line with theirs and will destroy anyone in their way.” “Terrorists?” Alex’s voice was a lot shakier that she planned it to be. Terrorists and terrorism were buzz words that had almost always been a part of Alex’s life. The life of any kid that grew up in American since 2001. However, talking to someone who might have worked for a terrorist organization terrified her. And here she thought she did have any more terror to expend. “I don’t know if they would classify themselves that way. Hey,” James reached across the table to take her hand, but she flinched despite herself. James pulled his hand back and cleared his throat. “There’s nothing for you to worry about. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” James said seriously. “Even if it’s you?” Alex asked without looking up at him. “Especially if it’s me,” James said without hesitation. Alex looked up and he met her gaze without flinching. Alex was suddenly filled with such a surge of emotion that she felt the self-control she had been holding onto crumble. She wasn’t sure if it was James’s determination to protect her or the stress of the last couple days, but Alex started to cry. It was just a few tears at first, traitors that escaped from her eyes without thinking. Then they turned into sobs that made her whole body shake. She knocked her mug over as she put her hand to her mouth to try and stifle the sound. Alex closed her eyes and tried to hold onto her runaway emotions. Arms came around her and she leaned against James’s chest. Alex turned her head and sobbed into his shoulder as he held her close. At one point Alex was crying so hard that she felt as if James’s arms were the only thing that was keeping her in one piece. James put his head against hers as she cried, speaking to her softly, though the words were lost in her sobs. Slowly the sobs subsided and Alex got herself under control. She was still almost hyperventilating and nauseous, but the tears finally stopped. She was drained. The warmth and comfort in James’s arm made it so that she didn’t try to move. She just leaned there until hiccups set in. “Well, that was embarrassing,” Alex said shakily as she leaned back. Another hiccup made her jump as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “Do you need anything?” James asked as he continued to rub her arm. “Probably a tissue,” Alex said with a sniff. “And I wouldn’t be against a glass of water.” James got up from his kneeling position on the floor and got her the water and a napkin. Alex blew her nose not caring that it sounded like an elephant trumpeting. “Deep breaths,” James said as he resumed his position kneeling next to her chair. He reached up and pushed damp hair out of her face while she concentrated on slowing down her breathing. She took small sips of the water and finally got the hiccups taken care of. “I’m better now,” Alex said both to herself and James. Her head throbbed from how hard she cried and her throat is raw. She went to reach for her mug and realized what was left of her cider was now all over the table and the floor. “I’ll make you some tea,” James said as he got up. He got out a clean mug and filled it was water. It wasn’t lost on Alex that he grabbed the bag of Chamomile and dropped it into the mug. Alex blew her nose again as he brought the mug over. “Drink it slowly,” James advised as he placed the mug in her hand. He then grabbed some paper towels and cleaned up the remnants of her cider. “You don’t need to do that,” Alex said as she sipped the tea. It felt fantastic on her throat and she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. James didn’t say anything as he finished cleaning up the spilled cider as well as the two dirty mugs. “What time is it?” Alex asked as James finished playing maid. “Just after three,” he said, wiping his hands on a towel. “Shit, I still have to study.” Alex leaned her head back and sighed at the ceiling. “Chemistry isn’t going to learn itself.” It didn’t matter that it felt as if someone had smacked her in the face with said Chemistry book. She was exhausted and felt as if her body was jelly. “Maybe some rest would be best,” James said as he took the mug from Alex’s hand, worried she was going to drop it. “I have to study,” Alex protested weakly. “The test is tomorrow.” “Are you really going to remember anything that you read in this condition? An hour nap isn’t going to kill you.” James said evenly. The pounding headache was more convincing that James was, but his argument was compelling. “Will you wake me?” She asked. She picked up the mug of tea and took another sip. “I can do that,” James said with a small smile. Alex got to her feet and, while her headache got worse, she could stand. She grabbed a water bottle from the fridge before trudging to her bedroom. James walked with her and stood in the doorway as she crawled into bed. “One hours,” Alex said around a yawn. “See you in two hours,” James said. “That’s not-” but he closed the door before she could finish. Alex smiled a little and shook her head. It wasn’t long until she fell into dreamless sleep. Something was brushing against Alex’s cheek and forehead. She turned and rubbed her face against the pillow and snuggled deeper under the blankets. However, whatever was rubbing against his forehead didn’t go away. Alex flicked her hand up to flick the annoying piece of hair out of her face. “God damn it,” Alex grumbled as her hand smacked against metal. “It’s your own fault for not waking up when I called you from the door,” James said with a laugh. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking like he belonged there. Alex rolled onto her back and rubbed her knuckles. “I didn’t hear you,” Alex groaned as she sat up. She felt as if she had been asleep for years, but also that she just closed her eyes. Either way, she did not feel rested. “You were pretty much dead,” James agreed. He reached out and took her hand. After examining her knuckles in an exaggerated fashion, he brought the hand up to his lips. He kissed each one softly in turn. Alex stopped breathing. He might have scared her earlier, she hadn’t forgotten that, but she also hadn’t forgotten all the times he had protected her either. James stopped, his eyes looking up to stare into hers. That’s when her heart stopped. The slight smirk, the feel of his lips just barely on her skin, it woke her up pretty quickly. “You were brushing the hair out of my face,” Alex said softly as the pieces started to fall into place. “I guess I should have used my soft hand. You really can’t help hurting yourself,” James reached out with his other hand and pushed her hair away again. His fingers lingered against her skin, tucking it behind her ear. He was careful of her piercings. Without realizing it Alex had leaned toward him so they were mere inches apart. James slowly lowered her hand and inched forward a little. His lower lip trembled. “You…you have studying to do,” James said as he got up and cleared his throat. His departure was so abrupt that all Alex could do was blink after him as he left the room. Suddenly the room seemed very cold. “What are you doing to yourself, Alexandra?” She said, flopping back on the bed. Restless energy made it impossible for her to go back to sleep. With a growl, she threw off the covers and prowled around her room. She grabbed a brush and yanked it through her hair in such force that it brought tears to her eyes. The act soothed her though, and helped her compose herself. “So what have you been doing for the past two,” Alex looked at the clock, “and a half hours. What, don’t you know how to tell time, Tin Man?” “Someone didn’t wake up when I first called her,” James said from the kitchen. “And I’ve been reading.” “Anything good,” Alex asked, as she moved into the kitchen. “Anthem,” James waved to the book on the kitchen table. He hadn’t turned to look at her since she came out of the bedroom. “Ayn Rand is pretty heavy stuff. Not exactly light reading. I got it for a class,” Alex went back into the living room and grabbed her Chemistry book. She didn’t know what to do now. The chances of her focusing on Chemistry after what just happened in the bedroom was next to none. “If you’re hungry, I made something,” James called from the kitchen. “Like food?” Alex asked as she brought her book with her back into the other room. “No, a bomb.” James said as he put a bowl of steaming soup on the table. There was also a glass of Coke and crackers at her place. “You made soup,” Alex almost started crying again. “The directions are on the can, wasn’t that hard.” James said with a smile. “Now if you had a whole chicken and vegetables, I would have shown you what soup was.” “You cook?” Alex asked as she folded herself into the chair. “You’re just full of surprises.” “This, this isn’t cooking,” James flung the ladle about as he spoke. “Roasted chicken, fried potatoes, carrots, fresh bread and butter. That is cooking and that’s a meal.” Alex felt her mouth water at him describing it. “You could cook all that?” Alex asked and James gave her a look. “Don’t look at me like that. Not many men can cook all that. Though with your strong mothering instinct I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” “When you grow up in a rough spot in Brooklyn with a best friend that decides that he wants to get into back alley fights you develop some mothering instincts.” James countered as he sat across from Alex with his own bowl of soup. “Not a lot of back alley fights back home. Not a lot of alleys period,” Alex said with a small smile. “Though I did get in my fair share of recess brawls. People stopped bothering me after about fifth grade.” “You got a reputation by then?” James asked with a laugh. “Nope, started developing boobs. Suddenly boys didn’t want to fight me and girls had evolved to talking behind my back.” Alex said as she took a sip of her soup. It wasn’t just canned soup, he had spiced it. “I hit a growth spurt about the same time. Girls started noticing me and guys decided they would find other prey. Unfortunately, it was usually Steve.” “Your best friend?” Alex guessed. James nodded. “Me and Jake were inseparable, even as kids. I hung around with mostly his friends, who were mostly male and mostly older. They kept me safe from everyone else. I had two friends I kept most of the way through school. Haven’t talked to them since I left home, though…” Alex hadn’t thought about Georgia and Diana in months. “I get the feeling that you burned a lot of bridges when you came to the city.” “Not burned…more like put up detour signs. Most of the people in my town never left, they lived there all their life. I didn’t want that to be me and suddenly that made me uppity. My father didn’t think his baby girl could handle herself in the big city and my mom just didn’t want an empty nest. I still talk to my parents, but we aren’t as close as we use to be.” Alex shrugged. She tried to act as if it didn’t bother her, and on most days it didn’t, but with everything that had been happening she was a bit homesick. She wanted to talk to her mom. Grace Harper always knew what to do. Then again, she would probably start crying again. “You shouldn’t stay away from home too long. You never know when you might not be able to go back.” James grabbed a cracker and dunked it into his soup. “I’ll head home over break, but until then I have chemistry to study.” Alex was done with the subject of her family. “I always was interested in science, but didn’t really get a chance to explore it. I was into technology, though. I was always reading about the latest Stark invention as a kid.” James said as Alex flipped open her book. “Which Stark?” Alex asked. Howard Stark had died when she was a toddler and Tony took over the company. She had the feeling that James was a few years older than her, so he might remember Howard. “What?” James looked confused by the question. “Howard or Tony?” James still looked confused so Alex dropped it. “I was never really into explosions or fire that was the staple of Stark Industries for so long. The new Arc Reactor was pretty amazing, but I’m more interested in biology based science.” “Is that why you were so interested in my arm?” James asked. “I was interested in your arm because that is some seriously wicked metal work not to mention the mechanics that went into it. I’m more into what goes on in the brain.” Alex explained. She had decided that she was going to major in Biochemistry in high school, but part of her was starting to wonder if Neurobiology was the way to go. Alex decided to get through the chemistry test first before she rethought her whole life plan. “You can finish your food before hitting the books.” James said as he got up and refilled her soup bowl. “It’s called multitasking,” Alex countered as she bit into a cracker. “Well, then I’ll take a page out of your book,” James said as he grabbed the novel and resumed his seat across from her. They sat there eating and pretending to read, but their eyes would stray to the other when they weren’t looking. Instead of seeing the words on the page or the definitions, she kept thinking about his blue eyes. The feeling of his hands against her skin, both of his hands. There was still the lingering pull to reach across the table and grab him. His brow was furrowed and his lips moved ever so slightly as he read. Lips she wanted to sink her teeth into. “I…I need a change of scenery.” Alex said when she couldn’t take it anymore. “Was I bothering you?” James asked as he pushed a piece of hair out of his face. “I’m just not feeling the vibe in here.” Alex lied as she gathered up her materials. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.” After Alex closed the door she leaned against it and sighed. Alex had been in her fair share of relationships and causal hook-ups, but this was the first time she couldn’t control her emotions. It was frightening and exhilarating, but not when you had a test at nine the next morning. Not with a man that might have been part of a terrorist cell or something else equally shady until a few days ago. Alex grabbed her IPod and put in her earbuds. She turned on her study playlist, which consisted of mostly dubstep and house music. As the bass slowly replaced the thoughts of James, Alex started to make notecards to help her study. Four hours and almost a hundred notecards later Alex was feeling a lot more confident about the test. She was also pretty sure her eyes were going to start bleeding. Hitting the pause button on her IPod she got up and stretched. It was definitely time for a snack. “How’s the book coming?” Alex asked as she passed James on the couch. “I’ve read it before, but it is a lot more interesting now.” James said as he marked his placed before closing the cover. Alex pulled a bag of popcorn of the cupboard and stuck it in the microwave. Alex had brought her notecards out with her and flipped through them as she waited for the popcorn to pop. “Not much of a study break if you don’t stop studying,” James said as he padded into the kitchen. He had pulled his hair out of the ponytail it had been in all day, which gave it a slight wave. Alex was pretty sure there were male models that didn’t look as good as he did. Alex jumped when the microwave dinged and dropped the cards that she had in her hands. Swearing under her breath, she turned and popped the microwave door open. She turned to start picking up the cards to see James already kneeling down to collect them. “You don’t need to do that,” Alex said quickly getting down to get the few remaining that James hadn’t picked up. “You need to start letting people do things for you,” James said with a small laugh. Once again the two of them were nose to nose and once again Alex felt a charge between them. Part of her wanted to just reach over and kiss him, the other part knew that he was lost and confused. It wouldn’t be fair for her to complicate things further. If he decided to kiss her, however, all bets were off. “Your popcorn is going to get cold,” James said. It was the same type of dismissal that he had used before, but this time he didn’t move to put distance between them. “I’m not worried,” Alex’s voice was soft. James’s eyes darted to her lips and then back to her eyes. They were questioning, but they were also confused. As much as it killed her, Alex knew that she didn’t want to push him into anything that he would regret. She got to her feet and grabbed the popcorn bag. “Do you want any of this before I go back into my study hole?” She ripped the bag open a bit more furiously than needed. With all this pent up frustration she might need to pull out her little friend with the batteries before she went insane. Then she remembered she hadn’t gotten batteries when they were out. “I’ll take a handful.” James got to his feet and reached into the bag. Alex looked anywhere but him. She didn’t just trust herself not to jump him if they shared another one of those looks. She was only human after all. “You’re good to go,” James said. “Feel free to grab something if you get hungry,” Alex said as she almost ran back to her bedroom. She closed the door and was starting to wonder when she became a hormone monster that in which she had to cage herself. You’d think with her current run in with men she would want nothing to do with them. She put her headphones back in, propped the popcorn against her leg, and turned her thoughts back to studying. It wasn’t that long before she heard a knock on the door. She pulled out her headphones and looked up at James. “I’ve been thinking,” he said from the doorway. “Though I smelled something burning,” Alex said as she flipped over a notecard and looked up. “What’s on your mind?” “I’m going to be leaving tomorrow.” It took a few moments before the words made their way into her brain around all the Chemistry facts. “What, why?’ She asked, putting all her study materials down. “I can’t just stay here until I figure out what to do with myself. That isn’t fair to you,” James explained, but he wouldn’t look her in the eyes. “This isn’t about this afternoon is it?” “No,” James raked his hand through his hair. “Okay, yes it is. But it isn’t just that. It’s not safe for me to be here. I can’t stay any place too long or the people looking for me would find me.” James paced into the room to remove nervous energy. “The people you use to work for?” Alex’s brain was furiously trying to think of a way to make him stay. “Them, and other people…” James continued to pace. “Either way it’s time for me to move on.” “I just don’t understand why now? Did I do something?” Alex was trying to understand. “What? No! That’s not it.” James blew out and stopped moving. “Alexandra…I just…you make me feel things that I haven’t in a while. That scares me because I can’t control it and that makes me unstable. This afternoon was proof of that. I don’t want to do that to you and I can’t do that to myself.” James stopped and looked out her bedroom window. Alex felt as if her heart was about to pound out of her chest, every one of his words both made her happy and terribly scared. “So you are doing this to protect yourself.” Alex couldn’t blame him, but that didn’t mean that she had to like it. It almost scared her how comfortable she had become with him around in just a few days. “It isn’t that I don’t want to stay with you. Actually, it is the exact opposite,” James said slowly, “but the people I worked for are going to come for me. When they do, I don’t want you in the crossfire. I am trying to keep you safe, to keep us both safe.” “But I feel safer when you are here,” Alex didn’t want to whine, but that is exactly what she was doing. James’s blue eyes were sad, but he shook his head. “Sometimes, and sometimes you have to wonder if I’m going to turn on you. Alex,” he said when she opened his mouth to protest, “I can see it. I don’t blame you. If anything, you aren’t nearly as scared of me as you should be. This is not how you should live.” “There’s nothing I can say that will change your mind, is there?” Alex knew by the tone of his voice that he made up his mind. “The fact that you want to makes me worry about your mental state,” James said, giving her a small smirk. She sat there for a few moments, letting it all sink in. Alex felt panic rising in her, but she squelched it. She had no right to keep him here. “Just…just do me a favor. Wait until I get out of class before you leave?” Alex asked clearing her throat. “I have my exam in the morning and then we can get lunch before you head out.” “I can do that. We’ll have lunch together and then I’ll disappear as easily as I appeared.” James said and his voice held a conviction that Alex knew she couldn’t shake. Alex felt her heart constrict, but nodded her head. He was right, it was better that they parted ways before anyone got hurt or got attached. But Alex knew it was already too late for that.

Hot For Teacher

Summary: Natalie Murphy is a new teacher on the Stanford campus and Sam offers to shower her the Green library. Square Filled: College AU Warnings/Tags: Semi-public sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk Characters/Pairings: Sam Winchester/Natalie Murphy (OFC) Word Count: 2,992 A/N: For @spnkinkbingo this fills the College AU square. And a giant thank you to @atc74 for beta’ing all of my shit lately. I also accidentally deleted this trying to edit it so if you get the notification and want to reblog it again, feel free. Song: Hot for Teacher by Van Halen.

“Sam? Are you… hello?”

Natalie crossed the threshold of Sam Winchester’s office as she knocked on the trim. “Are you in here?”

Stacks of books towered in piles, covering every inch of the floor and taking up every surface available. He had amassed a tiny library of his own over the years, his passion for knowledge boundless.

“Back here, Professor Murphy!”

Natalie followed the sound of his voice as she placed careful steps, navigating the maze of books. “You know, if I'm going to call you Sam, you can call me Natalie.”

Silence meet her ears as she listened, all sounds dampened by the heavy books that surrounded her. A rustle of paper from behind served as her only warning before Sam appeared with a book in hand, hair disheveled, and glasses askew.

“I know, Professor,” he started. “Found the book you mentioned.”

Mythical Creatures of the Renaissance rested in her hands at long last. “Oh, Professor Winchester, thank you so much! I've been digging through the library for weeks!”

“It's Sam,” he stated as he towered over her with his dimpled smile and brilliant hazel eyes. “And I found it right away. Our library is odd. If you want, I can show you around some time?”

His office had grown too hot in the span of a single heartbeat. It wasn't as if she hadn't noticed before, but so close, she consumed every single amazing thing about him. Perfect lips, gorgeous hair, strong jaw, and stronger shoulders. God, but he was massive.

“I’d like that, Prof-er, Sam. That would be very kind of you,” she said.

“Excellent,” he started as he headed for his desk. He picked out a scrap note card and scribbled on it. “Hand me your book?”

Natalie did as he asked, and Sam opened it in the middle, then placed the card in it. He snapped it shut and handed it back as he said, “I'll see you later.”

She tried to grab the book but instead touched more of his hand than she had bargained for. Fire lanced through her fingers and along her arm to send a rush of arousal straight to cunt.

In a sudden hurry to leave, Natalie rounded on her feet and made for the door, only to knock over a stack of books on her way out. “Shit… ah, sorry, Professor. Er, Sam.”

“It's fine, Natalie,” he excused as he rounded his desk. Near the door he knelt at her feet to pick up a few of the fallen books. In one giant hand, he held four of them, and once again, she realized too late that she stood close enough to smell his scotch and leather and parchment scent.

“You go enjoy your book,” he added as he stood, rising to his full height. “Let me know what you think of it?”

Natalie backed into the hallway as she stammered, “I will… thank you, Sam.”

“My pleasure.”

Green. 2am. Doors will be unlocked.

Natalie shoved the paper into the drawer of her desk and bit her bottom lip. Her watched showed a quarter to two. She had but five minutes to decide if she should go.

How dare he? How dare he presume with his stupid glasses and his stupid nose and his stupid gigantic hands. Hands big enough to wrap around her waist. Big enough to grab her by the ass and lift her onto a table and—

God dammit. There was no way. No. She wouldn't go, and she would scold him in the morning. Yes. He should be stripped of his tenure and fired. But she would at least allow him the dignity to quit on his own.

Maybe it would be best to put it to rest right then. She could meet him in the Library and tell him off for… for behavior unbecoming a tenured professor, taking advantage of a transferring instructor. That would be better. Yes. It was too risky to wait until morning. People might not believe her if she waited. Best if she took care of it immediately.

At least, that was what Natalie told herself as she threw on her leather jacket and stormed from her office.

The quad sprawled empty but for the straggling late-night researcher or reveler. Rousers of rabble dotted the sidewalks as they stumbled back to their campus homes after a Friday night of partying. A part of her missed those days. She felt as though she might have squandered her youth at MIT, attending too few parties and experiencing even fewer drunken nights.

But you don’t become a professor at Stanford by partying through your undergrad.

Before Natalie knew it, she stood at the large doors to the library, towering not unlike how Sam had towered over her in his office. Maybe he hadn’t meant to do it. Truth be told, he hadn’t exactly intimidated her. Hunched shoulders, a lowered head, and bent knees suggested he had done the exact opposite. He was intimately familiar with how intimidating he could be and had done everything possible to prevent that.

Why write the note then?

Natalie wrenched the handle and pulled the heavy door aside with a disgruntled growl. Excuses. Those were excuses and she was making every single one for him because… because somewhere in the back of her mind she hoped he was as sweet and kind and gentle as he outwardly seemed. She liked him, that was true. He had helped her ease into the department and get settled on campus. He cared deeply about his field of study and his cohorts.

Sam Winchester was an honest-to-god real-life Indiana Jones.

She shook the image from her mind as she stalked through the Library, emptier than the campus bars recently vacated, not a soul in sight. Up two sets up stairs, Natalie headed directly for the stacks as per Sam’s instructions. A single research lamp illuminated the space between two massive bookcases at least a hundred yards down the aisle. With a deep breath and a set jaw, she steeled herself for what she was about to do.

When she rounded the corner, Natalie stopped dead in her tracks. Sam at a large research table surrounded by books, one hand in his hair and the other scribbling away furiously on a notebook. He hadn’t noticed her, hadn’t heard her stomp around the shelves, and he clearly hadn't heard her indignant huff.

“Samuel!”

Sam shouted a bellow that startled Natalie so terribly, she shrieked. Her hand clamped over her mouth and cut off her ringing voice, only to tear it away as Sam began to laugh.

“Dear Lord, Natalie, you'd wake the dead with a scream like that,” he said as he clutched his chest.

“What is the meaning of this?!” she hissed as she brandished his note.

Sam took it and smiled. “It's easier to show you around when the place isn't crawling with undergrads. Here…” He stood and offered his hand. “Follow me.”

Serious. He had literally meant to show her around the Library. And she had assumed the worst.

“Sam, I am so sorry,” she started.

He approached her, his hand still held out for her to take. “For what? What could you possibly have to apologize for?”

She shook her head. “I… I came here to tell you off.”

A bewildered shake of his head loosened his too pretty hair from behind his ears. “What did I do to deserve that?”

“Nothing,” she started, “Absolutely nothing. You've been the perfect gentleman. I assumed the worst and—”

“The worst?” Sam interjected. “What do you…” Understanding widened his eyes as he quieted and gazed across the library. “Oh… you mean…”

She cringed at that, then turned for the stairs. “Yes… I'm so sorry, I should just go.”

“Natalie.”

She had barely taken a step. That rolling baritone with its subtle sub-Midwestern lilt suggested too much. But she stopped. Despite everything instinct screaming at hear to go, to leave, a little voice in the back of her head reminded her that he had been nothing but sincere. He had only intended to show her around the Library.

“You're not offended?” she asked.

Sam shook his head as he smiled. “Not in the slightest. Simple misunderstanding.”

Misunderstanding. “Have you ever done this before?”

“Uh…” Pink colored his nose and brow as his outstretched hand faltered. “No. Not… no.”

“Why are you helping me so much? First, you helped me move into my apartment,” she held up a finger, “then my office,” another finger, “then you show me around campus,” a third finger, “a list of the best restaurants in town,” a fourth finger, “and now you’re showing me the Library at… two o'clock… in the… morning.”

His face fell flat as an inquisitive brow crooked towards his hairline. “What’s your point?”

“You like me.”

She had muttered it under her breath, more for herself than for him. But Sam stepped closer and asked, “What was that?”

She looked up to him, understanding scouring her skin with gooseflesh. “You like me.”

“Of course I do, you’re a professor in my department and I hired you,” he stated. “Why wouldn’t I like you?”

Was he really that oblivious? “No, Professor. You like me. More than that. How many other instructors have you hired and helped move in or shown them around campus or given your list of favorite restaurants to?”

Sam searched the surrounding bookshelves for an answer. “They’re not my favorites…”

“Professor.”

“I mean, some of them are, but not all of them.”

“Professor Winchester.”

“The Italian one is actually my favorite, but the rest—”

“Sam!”

“I know! I get it! Yes! I like you! There! Happy?!” he spat. “Look, this was a bad idea, you were right. I’m just…”

When he turned around to gather his books, Natalie reached for his hand and grasped it. “Wait.”

He froze with a bout of tension seizing him in place as he glared over his shoulder. “What?”

“Why didn’t you just ask me to go out? Like on a date?” she asked.

“Uh, you’re my employee,” he started, “You said it yourself. Tenured professor using his position of power over his newly hired instructor to coerce her into having sex with him. The optics are not in my favor.”

Natalie tugged at his hand as she spoke. “But all the nice gestures are allowed so long as you don’t come knocking? That’s a little manipulative.”

“Look, Natalie, I never expected anything in return,” Sam stated as he straightened. “Ever. I know what it’s like to be all alone in a new place. If we had become friends, that’d be great. Other than that, I was just trying to be helpful. Kindness of my heart and all that.”

“Thank you,” she muttered to her feet. “For what it’s worth, I like you, too.”

“What?”

When he looked up to him, Natalie found his gaze blown wide as though she had two heads. “I… really like you,” she repeated with a scoff as her eyes slipped to his shoulders, his chest, passed his narrowed hips, down his long legs, then paused at his shoes. “A lot.”

His hand tightened around hers as Sam straightened from the table. He said nothing, but he didn’t have to. The furious shade of pink that covered his face, rushed through his neck, and colored his collar bone said all the words she needed to hear. He towered over her again, though this time he did nothing to hide his stature, standing tall and proud as he pressed himself flush to her chest. Waves of heat rolled from him, a walking furnace, and so close Natalie saw the subtle damp along the neck of his shirt. As she stared, a tentative fingertip traced the collar of her own shirt, following it over the swell of her breast to her sternum. An unbidden arch of her back pressed her closer as she gasped, and then everything happened at once.

Her jacket fell to the floor in a heap, but once Natalie had dealt with that, she wasted no time with discarding any other clothes. Sam picked her up, large hands grasping her ass, and set her on the research table as she tore at his belt. With the zipper undone, she shoved her hand down his pants and gasped as she found him stiffer than steel.

“Liar.”

Sam unfastened her jeans and rent them unceremoniously to her ankles as he said, “Am not.”

“Then when did this happen?” she asked as she stroked him through his boxers.

“Just now. You do that to me,” he said as he hooked his fingers into her underwear, “That’s what you’ve always done to me.”

She grasped him by the collar of his shirt and hauled him down to her lips for a bruising kiss, so rushed to make up for lost time. Sam’s tongue laved over her as her lips parted, his taste sweet, almost bitter. When he tugged at her underwear, Natalie parted from him with a surprised moan.

“What about all that talk about the sanctity of library,” he breathed against her lips.

“Forget the library,” she hissed as she jerked on his pants and pulled him between her thighs. “I want you to fuck me, Professor.”

Sam growled a throaty moan as he withdrew himself from his pants. Long and thick, he cut an impressive figure. And instead of removing her underwear, he wrenched them aside, the fabric cutting into her hips and drawing a seething breath between her clenched teeth. Christ, but he was big. Not that she couldn’t handle him. Good thing all he had to do was look at her to ruin her panties.

The swollen crown of Sam’s cock pressed to hear sopping cunt, and another unbidden moan rent from Natalie's pursed lips. She watched as he disappeared inside her, filling her inch by inch, until his pelvis meet hers and he moaned a sound so pathetic, she wouldn't have believed it was him if she hadn’t seen his face.

“Son of a bitch, Natalie, you feel fucking amazing,” he sighed as short rolls of his hips started his rhythm.

That terribly full sensation stretched her with such an arousing ache, Natalie could hardly think straight. “Holy shit, Sam, that's so good. You’re a big boy.”

The slap of his hands as they grasped her ass once more rang through the Library, and Natalie hoped to God they were alone. When Sam pinned her against a large bookcases, she grabbed his massive shoulders and held on as best she could.

There was no build up or easy crescendo to his pace. Sam pounded his cock into her pussy as hard and as fast as he could—surprisingly fast given their position—and Natalie succumbed to her arousal, that hazy, heady aroma of sweat, spit, and cum all mixing one indelible scent. The slap of their bodies echoed so loud, she wondered how anyone ever fucked in the stacks without getting caught, but that thought soon vanished when he grasped her hair at the back of her head and tilted her chin up to him.

“Your neck is perfect,” he sighed.

“Do you have a thing for vampires?” she panted between his thrusts.

A hungry lick of his lips clenched her pussy around him, and Sam winced as his hips stuttered. “I have a lot of things for mythical creatures.”

“Then bite me, Professor.”

His teeth sank into the flesh of her neck and Natalie grunted back her howl of pain. He soothed the sting with a suckle and long lick of his long tongue, then released her. His lips returned to hers once more for a deep kiss with tiny moans and fervent passes of tongues as Natalie’s hands dove into his hair. Softer than sin, she reeled in complete awe of it all. As each minute ticked by, Natalie drowned, sinking deeper and deeper into his lust filled kiss, his furious pounding, and her impending orgasm.

“Fuck, Sam, I'm so close,” she whispered, their kiss broken for much needed air.

“Professor,” he stated.

She grinned through her moan as she repeated him, “Professor, I’m gonna come.”

“Shit, that’s so hot,” he grunted, face buried in the crook of her neck. “Keep saying it.”

“Oh, Professor, I love your big fucking cock inside me,” she mewled, “Come for me, I want to feel you come in me, Professor.”

Sam’s hips stuttered once more, a hard flex rocking Natalie violently into her orgasm. Her head tossed back, and a long high moan reached the cavernous ceilings of the library as she came undone. Hot on her heels, the warmth of Sam’s orgasm filled her, his grunts and soft whimpers mingling with hers for a song so lewd, her cheeks stung.

Several long breaths traded between them before Sam and his blessed strength carried her back to the table. There, she looked up to find his hazel gaze so brilliant, the gold and blue and green shined even in the shadowy dark of the library. His lips found hers then for a tender kiss as he cupped her cheek, and Natalie all but melted into him.

Parted, Sam sighed as he withdrew from her and righted himself, pants fastened and shirt smoothed. Natalie rushed back into her clothes, pants and jacket replaced as though nothing had ever happened. But nothing could be further from the truth. Everything had happened, and she saw that indelible difference in Sam's gaze of longing.

“What?”

He gathered her up in his arms once more as he said, “How would you feel about a proper date tomorrow night?”

A coy smile curled the corner of her lips as she spoke. “Only if you promise we do that again.”

His free hand slipped to the small of her back as Sam leaned into her and held her so close, his lips brushed her ear.

“I’ll pick you up at eight.”

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Ladrien Week: The Press

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I do not do sick. And tomorrow is my 2nd wedding anniversary.

Well, crap.

Gonna be funnnnnn. Lol

A part of Adrien knew that eventually, the press just might find out about the fact that he was dating a superheroine of Pairs.

He had just really, really hoped that they wouldn't.

Apparently, they had gotten a tip from someone that knew about the letters. Someone thought it was so romantic, and Ladybug deserved to know just exactly what her sweet, enduring boyfriend wrote about her.

The worse of it was, was the fact that Gaberial Agreste— his own father— confirmed the handwriting and outed him in dating Ladybug. Adrien had…. never been more infuriated with him ever in his life. He wanted to scream, yell, and just tell him every thought he had of his father in that year alone.

Because, yes, he knew Ladybug was Marinette, yes, their game was gonna come to end soon enough and they'd date as Ladybug and Chat, and Adrien and Marinette only, but that had been a simple plan. They would just have to convince his father that things just weren't working out, give it a month, maybe two to be safe before they started dating as themselves, and boom, all would be good.

But the press was involved, and so was Hawkmoth, which meant that they had to hurry along with the time line, as well as making it look convincing. That was what worried them the most, because if it didn't seem like they were serious, Adrien was a sure fire target to Ladybug.

So, that was what they were doing. Adrien laying on his stomach, with papers scattered about with idea after idea written everywhere— with every intention to have Plagg cataclysm said papers after they had a foolproof plan— with Ladybug draped across his back, looking over his shoulder as they went through everything.

"I should've just told you." Ladybug blurted out as she buried her head into the crook of his shoulders. "I should've just told you how I felt as me, and we wouldn't have been in this mess. But no, I just had to act chicken."

He pushed away the papers, before twisting around, almost knocking her off of him, but he caught her as he rolled onto his back, righting her so that she now laid on his stomach and within reach to rub to his nose against hers. "No, princess." Nicknames still slipped through every now and then. "We both know that wouldn't have worked, you know that. We've had this conversation before. I was in love with Ladybug."

She sighed, pressing her forehead to his, and letting her eyes drop shut. "I know. But this still sucks, big time."

Heck, by now their game could've been done with, but with the press constantly breathing down their backs, they couldn't end it. They had to be careful not to use the name Marinette, or Chat around each other.

They both silently agreed— even though they still were playing dumb with each other on identities; if they had to play for the press, why not continue it for themselves?— Chat was not even allowed to make so much as one flirty comment to Ladybug in fear it would be heard, nor was Marinette allowed to glance at Adrien any longer than two seconds unless it was school related, or they were out with a group of friends and they were all interacting.

Adrien hated it. But he loved his lovebug, and he knew, as long as they were careful, in the end, it'd work out.

That was when she jolted up, eyes sparked with an idea in mind. "What if, we started fighting." At his concerned look, she quickly explained, "I mean, maybe the press is getting too much to our relationship, the idea of Hawkmoth being able to target you becomes too much? We start fighting, and it has to start out small to make it look realistic, but it starts to add up becoming more than either of us can handle, and voila! We break up!"

Adrien stumbled to his feet, pulling her close. "Hm. Sounds like a good plan to me." She giggled in his hold and he couldn't help the small kisses he peppered on her face before he went to lock his eyes on hers. "I'm so lucky to have fallen in love with you."

She sighed. "Not as lucky that I fell in love with you, hot stuff."

He chuckled. "Seriously, where did you come up with that nickname?"

She sighed, but the teasing was heavy in her tone. "I… might've… accidentally called you that when I left you a voicemail when I was trying to ask you out and then I went and broke in your locker and deleted it," The rest of her stance broke off somewhat and was mumbled under her breathe, "even though Alya warned me not to improv."

"Improv?"

"Don't ever stick me in a situation where I have to come up with an excuse on the fly. It won't end well."

He nodded, fighting back laughter. "Duly noted."

She looked satisfied. "Yeah. Funny enough, the was the day of the unveiling of the Ladybug and Chat Noir statue."

He groaned internally at the memory of that day.

He couldn't wait for the love square to officially be over.

The week flew by, and they had their plan down to a T.

The thing with the whole city knowing that they were dating, they could actually be seen out in public together, which made this whole plan so much easier. Seeing the press off in the distance, Adrien ducked into an alleyway, pulling Ladybug with him.

As he steeled himself for the upcoming plan, he looked to make sure that she was ready as well. "Remember the plan?"

She nodded, lips steeled together tightly. "Yep."

Stepping into her personal space, he cupped her cheeks, pressing his lips soundly to hers for a minute before he pulled back. "And no matter what, you know I love you more than anything?"

She nodded. "Of course."

He breathed. "Okay." He peaked a glance out of the mouth of the alleyway, making sure that the press would be close enough to hear them yelling. He turned back to his bugaboo,. "Okay, you're on."

She cleared her throat before she arched her back and yelled, "I'm so tired of the press always being on our trail, Adrien. I just want to enjoy a day with you. Not the whole world."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few camera clicks, encouraging him to go on. "I'm sorry. I can't help that I have people breathing down my back. It's not like I want this. Don't put the blame on me."

She may not have been good at improv, but when rehearsed, she knew how to put on a pretty good act. "I'm not trying to put the blame on you. I'm just trying to get the concept that I would like to have some time with my boyfriend alone."

The sound of the camera's were music to his ears, absolute ecstatic. "I don't know what you want me to do, Ladybug! They won't go away with a snap of my fingers!"

She huffed, taking a few steps back. "They might not, but I can." She unhooked her yo-yo from her waist. "I'll get a hold of you after I've calmed down a bit."

Tossing her weapon, she lifted herself into the air and swung of, her figure fading from view a little more each passing second.

As he made his way to the exit of the alleyway, the press pounced on him.

He controlled his expression to be sad. All was going according to plan.

Several weeks continued in that sort of pattern, only with each fight that they were caught in, it was just a little bit worse.

The last one was the tipping point though. At the end of it, Ladybug had mentioned a break, saying that she would be by later that night for them to make a final decision on it.

Which was what brought them to the final phase of their plan: making sure that it was absolutely clear to Gabriel that they were done and over with. It was the finale to a long awaited game, and Adrien was ready for it to be over with.

His girlfriend took that moment to swing into his room, a sneaky grin worming its way onto her lips. He pulled her in, kissing the grin off of her lips. He hated arguing with her, even if it was fake, and made sure to give her extra love and kisses before he did.

He turned to see, and made sure of the shadows that were lightly skimming the floor underneath his doorway.

Perfect. They were listening.

He singled for her to start. "Adrien, we need to talk."

He nodded, making sure to keep his voice sad and heavy. "Yeah."

She kept her distance, because if they were to have any physical contact, they both knew it'd be over and they wouldn't be able to convince anyone. "I-I don't think I can do this anymore. The press is everywhere, and with Hawkmoth, it's just too dangerous-"

He had to act. "Ladybug, please-"

"No" She cut him off. "We can do this anymore. I'm sorry, Adrien. It's not fair to either of us. We're…. We're over."

He couldn't help the real tears that sprouted during the fake argument. "B-but.."

She had tears of her own that he wanted to wipe away. "I'm sorry." She repeated, and ran to the window. But not before throwing a wink over her shoulder, even if it was one filled with water.

She disappeared, letting the yo-yo guide her home.

His dad and Natalie barged in not a second later, his father offering a stiff nod and a pat on the back and in consalnce. His assistant did a little more than that, even went as far as to give him a small hug, but both told him it was for the better, and bid him a good night.

Oh, what a goodnight, indeed. The rest of the week was surely gonna be an even better one.

Sleep, here I come. Please lemme know your thoughts as usual! Lots of love!