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Secret Sinners Part 4 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I think I'm going to end Secret Sinners here but start like a idk season 3 or whatever for them raising their son together. No matter what we will see Demon Steddie and Y/N with their son. I'm just not sure if it will be here or a thing on its own.

Warnings: Demon Steddie X Human Fem Y/N, SMUT, soft smut between three beings that love each other :). FLUFF, the boys enter "the door" and have interactions with their son. Ellis talks about readers parents and Eddie's mom who have all passed (refers to them as angels). Boys go back home <3

ANGST, We get a visit from both of Steve's parents and they are anything but pleasant (they refer negatively to Ellis and shame Steve for loving Eddie and Y/N), Eddie talks about fears of becoming his father, Reader has a trigger moment due to events from last chapter and has a bit of a breakdown that they help her through (doesn't last long), Both boys go into a bit more details of what they saw with Mirage and how it still affects them in an attempt to comfort the reader (mentions of abandonment, death of a partner, being alone, some heavy themes), Reader talks about missing her parents so loss of a parent trigger for sure. I think that's it. We're got the usual mix of angst and fluff.

Word Count: 9174

Head Filled with Demons/Secret Sinners series here

Your eyes widen as the sound of shouting grabs your attention and you peak your head out of the room you were sitting in, meeting Ellis’s scared little face as he runs down the hallway to find you.

“Mommy… there’s an angry man stomping around. He’s scary.”

“It’s ok, baby, I’ll protect you. Just stay behind me okay?”

His black curls bounce as he nods, gripping the bottom on your shirt as you step forward and head towards the noise. A demon you didn’t recognize was grumbling as he stomped around, fuming as he scratched at furniture and threw a photo frame to the ground.

“HEY! Stop that!”

Red, glowing eyes met yours for a moment before dialing down and a growl left the creatures lips.

“You’re Y/N? You’re the pathetic human who’s with my son?”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Bill Harrington, Steven’s father. You three should be ashamed.”, he spat in a disgusted tone. “I raised my son to be a powerful, strong solider who could lead any army. Yet he ran off with that freak and started fucking him.”

“Watch your mouth.”

“Excuse me?! You don’t get to speak to me that way!”

“I’ll speak to you anyway I see fit! I won’t have you bad mouthing Steve or Eddie in front of their son.”, you retort angrily as the small boy hugs your leg.

“That thing is not my grandson. He’s part human which is so much worse than anything else my son has done. He’s pathetic and weak just like the rest of your species!”

A deep growl came from your side as another demon skidded into the living room and placed himself between you and Bill.

Steve’s eyes glowed as he stared his father down.

“Don’t talk about my son that way.”

“Well, well Steven. Look how far you fell. Being friends with a subordinate solider, killing a member of your team AND running away instead of facing the consequences. Getting captured and imprisoned as well as falling in love with not just one but two beings that are beneath you. You could have been great, son.”

“I AM great. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been with Edward and Y/N. They love me for me without me having to prove myself. My son will never go through what I did by having you as a father. Now…leave.”

“Or what?”, his father huffed.

“Try me, dad. I’m much stronger than I used to be and I’ll do anything to protect them.”

Scanning his son over, he gives you three one last look of disgust before abruptly disappearing.

Steve quickly turns around and cups your face with his hands.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m fine. Ellis?”

When you tried to turn, the little boy wouldn’t let you as he clung to your back side tightly. His father tried to peak over you but every time he did the small demon moved away out of his sight.

“Sweetheart, it’s ok. This is one of your daddies.”

As he clung to you tighter, Steve blinked before transforming into his human form thinking it might make the young demon more comfortable as he slowly sunk to his knees.

“H-Hey, Ellis. I’m Steven…like your mom said I’m…I’m one of your dads.”

You feel your sons grip loosen a bit as he shuffles to your side and shyly takes in the man before him.

“I’m sorry you had to see all that.”, he gestures behind him. “But I promise, I’m never going to let anyone hurt you or talk to you like that. Just like your mommy you’re safe with me and your other daddy.”

Softly smiling the boy shuffles to Steve, opening his arms wide as he wraps his arms around his neck.

“Your dad is mean.”

Steve lets out a breathy laugh as his hands run through the small demon’s hair and down his face as his eyes fully take him in.

“Yeah he is. I swear I’m not like that.”

“Good!”, he exclaims as he gives his dad a big kiss on the cheek. “I hope my other dad finds the door like you did so I can meet him to. Grandma Munson says I have his spunk! I don know what dat means.”

Your eyes fluttered open as Steve bolted awake reaching out towards the air.

“No! No, no, no.”

“What?! What’s happening?”, Eddie yawned as he sat up.

“Steven, how did you do that?”, you asked.

“I was dreaming about a house and I heard my dad shouting. I’ve had dreams like that before but when I heard your voice I ran through it. Is he ok? He’s not alone there is he?!”

“Can someone explain to me what’s going on?”, the long-haired demon inquired now with slight panic added to the confusion.

“I saw him, Ed. I saw our son! He was so handsome and adorable. I can’t believe…”

“He’s definitely not alone. Ellis has told me before all he knows is my parents and Grandma Munson.”, you softly smile as you turn towards the other demon. “He said she told him he has your spunk.”

Eddie laughs through his teeth as he grins.

“She used to tell me that all the time. That I’m rambunctious with too much energy but she always said it like a compliment.”

Grinning, you kiss his lips before taking a shower and getting dressed.

“Hey, um, sweetheart, I was thinking we don’t have to go home right now if you just want to take a couple of weeks to rest. This last adventure was… was pretty heavy.”

“I know, Eddie, but I’m alright. Plus, I really want to see where you grew up and meet your friends and family.” As the demon sighs, Steve scans him over and just with both their looks alone you know something is wrong. “Talk to me, guys. What’s going on?”

“We haven’t been there is over 3,000 years. What if so much has changed we don’t recognize it anymore? Or nothing has changed and they will be prejudice against you as well as Steve and I’s relationship? Humans are thought to be weak in most realms even yours, princess. What about how they feel about me? What if some people still believe I killed Chrissy? Or what if they hunt down Steve for actually killing a solider? What if—”

“Honey!”, Steve interrupts as he sits beside him and wraps his arm around his shoulders. “Everything’s going to be ok. We won’t know unless we actually go. Let’s take this one step at a time alright?”

“Steven…you didn’t see what I saw when we were at that other realm. You both were dead. I saw you bleeding in my arms. I can’t…I don’t…I’m scared. And now that I know we have a son to protect, I’m even more on edge.”

“Edward, I agree with Steven. Everything’s going to be alright. When we’re together we can fight anything and I know Ellis would agree.”

Smiling up at you, he pulled you to him as he tenderly kissed your tummy over your shirt.

“Okay, let’s do this.”

After giving him one more peck, Steve rose to his feet and worked his magic to create the portal you needed to go through to their realm. Even with what you could see, it already looked different from the memories they had shown you. The sky seemed a lot clearer and the atmosphere felt more at peace.

The demon stepped through first, completely on guard as he scanned the area around him. Once he gave the go ahead, Eddie followed after him, sighing a pleasure filled sigh when he felt the wind hit his face. They both turned to look at you, extending their hands and you took them both, taking a deep breath as you stepped through.

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They changed into their demon forms as soon as the portal closed before putting the hooded garment over your head just to be safe because even they weren’t sure what they were walking into.

“Well, one fear down. Good to know Mirage’s potion works.”, Steve smirks. “Now, where to first?”

“My uncles house is just down the way here. Knowing him even in all this time, he’d never move.”, Eddie rolls his eyes playfully making you smile. “We can walk it. I feel like flying right now may draw too much attention.”

Nodding, Steve took your hand as he trailed behind the long-haired demon leading the way. You marveled at the area around you, surprised by how much it genuinely looked like any other small, old Camelot style town. When you showed them The Princess Bride, they had mentioned how some of the set pieces reminded them of home but you thought it was mostly just the castle.

All the memories they had shown you were mostly of the battlefield and the area around their base so seeing their little town made you smile as you pictured small Edward and Steven running around.

After a short walk, you three enter a secluded area out of the way about a good short distance from the town you had just passed through. His uncle’s home was rather compact, looking like it would be bit of a squeeze for you let alone two demons like him and Eddie.

“What?!”, a gruff voice called from the other side of the door that the metalhead had knocked on.

“Open the door, you grumpy old demon!” The sound of the things falling filled your ears before the front door finally squeaked open. “Hey Wayne.”

Without saying a word, his uncle tackled his nephew into a strong bear hug as he held his head to his shoulder. You could see Eddie’s own shoulders shake as he cried wrapping his arms around him tighter.

“I missed you so much, kid.” Pulling him back, he scanned his face as if making sure he was really there and this wasn’t dream. “When I got Y/N’s letter, I still didn’t think it was real that you were safe, but I never gave up hope.”

The young demon’s head turned to you as you softly smiled.

“That day Dustin left, I gave him letters to give to Wayne and Robin telling them what had happened and that you both were free. I just wanted them to know you were okay.”

Cupping your face, Eddie kissed your lips as Steve tilted your head to do the same.

“Wayne, this is Y/N.”

After giving you a big hug as well, he ushers everyone inside to hear all the stories you three had to tell.

***

“Geez, you’re very brave, Y/N. Not many beings let alone humans have gone toe to toe with Henry and survived.”

“I love them and I’d do anything for them, just like I know they would for me.”, you beam as Eddie pets your head.

A knock on his door startles everyone except Wayne who smirks with a slightly mischievous grin.

“Steven, can you get that for me, son?”

When he does what he’s asked, his brows furrow when no one is standing outside. Walking out in the grass, he looks around confused before suddenly disappearing from your view as he’s tackled to the ground. Panicking, you run to help only to find a figure you recognize punching the demon’s arm lightly as he flinches.

“Don’t. You. Ever. Scare. Me. Like. That. Again!”, Robin scolds, hitting him between each word. Smiling wider than you had ever seen, Steve wraps his arms around her and gives her a hug that she reciprocates. “I missed you, Dingus.”

“I missed you to.”

Dusting off her pants, she bounces to her feet before helping him to his.

“You must be Y/N. I’m Robin.”, she smiles, hesitating as she reaches to shake your hand.

“Oh, you can touch me.” To prove your point, you close the distance by giving her a hug as well.

“Wow. You are incredibly soft.”, she muses as she leans forward to hug you again.

“Hey, hey, hey. This one is ours; find your own.”, her friend teases pulling you out of her grasp as you giggle.

***

That night you feigned sleep to allow both boys some private time with the two people they loved most. As you sat on the bed in Eddie’s old room, you couldn’t help but listen as Steve and Robin sit outside, drinking a beer, and talking by a campfire Wayne had made.

“Nah, I’ve been really good. Settled down with this beautiful woman who owns the bar in town. Demons here can still be rude as hell but the town has gotten a lot more tolerant when it comes to beings like me.”

“That’s good to hear. That was one of our concerns about coming back since Eddie and I are together now to.”

“WHAT?!”

His eyes widen as she excitedly pushed up onto her knees waiting for him to tell her more.

“I thought…you knew…Y/N wrote you guys…”

“She wrote me a letter telling me what happened and that you were safe. She didn’t once mentioned that you were in love with Eddie! Oh my god. I’m so happy for you; all of you. Was it kind of awkward the first time with you two?”

“Um, no actually. It kind of felt right, to be honest.”

“Yeah, that guy is a good dude.”

You grinned as they giggled like kids before a throat clearing caught your attention.

“Hey. I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“No, not at all, Wayne. Come in, please.”

The demon smiled as he entered the room and took a seat beside you as he sighed.

“I just wanted to thank you again for what you did. I, uh, I missed him so much.” Nodding, you circled your arms around his neck and give him a tender hug as he patted your arm with his palm. “I’m sorry, it’s still weird that I can touch you and you’re not scared of any of us in this form. I heard humans can be quite jittery when it comes to demons especially when they look like us.”

“You’re not wrong. I was scared of them when I first saw them but I wanted to get used to them in this form because it’s who they are. To me, they are so handsome and so are you.” Wayne blushes as he sarcastically rolls his eyes making you laugh. “Their personalities also help especially since they are protective and kind to me.”

The demon’s soft red eyes scanned you over as your own gaze shifted away into a memory.

“Eddie told me about Mirage… how you saw them like their fathers. His dad was my brother so I have some insight into how his dad could be. I promise you that kid out there is nothing like that and Steve definitely isn’t anywhere close to Bill.”

“I know. It’s just…so hard to shake the image. It felt so real and I was so…terrified.”

“I can understand that.”

“What was Eddie like, Wayne? Growing up.”

“A bit of a pain in the ass if I’m being honest.”, he jokes as you laugh. “He was always a sarcastic little man with a good heart which Allen hated. Edward kind of always had a knack for music. His mother used to sing to him all the time and play instruments for him. I truly believe he inherited his abilities from her.”

“Oh, so that thing he can do with his guitar…that’s genetic?”

“Kind of. Elizabeth’s voice was always soothing to anyone but not enough to lull them the way his does. I believe he utilized that trait and learned how to wield it the way he does.”

“That means Ellis may have that gift to.”

“So, it’s true? You’re pregnant.”, Wayne asks, grinning when you nod.

Eddie’s uncle flashes you another polite grin before patting your knee and rising to his feet.

“I’ll let you rest but, yeah…I’m glad to have you as a part of our family.”

***

Yawning, you stretch your arms and open your eyes to find your son leaning against the bedroom door.

"Ellis, what are you--"

"Shhhhh!”, he scolds as he waves his hand gesturing you over. As quietly as possible, you climb out of bed and sink down to your knees, placing your ear on the door facing him. “Granma Munson is talking to daddy.”

“I’m scared, mom. What if I turn into what Y/N saw—”

“Edward Munson, you and I both know you are nothing like him.”

“I’m capable of it. I used to be such an asshole. Even when we first met Y/N, I wasn’t exactly kind.”

“Look at what you went through, sweetheart.”, she cooed. “Let me ask you something. In all the time you knew Steven, did you ever hurt him? No? And when you fell in love with him, did that change?”

“No. The thought never even crossed my mind…”

“What about with Y/N?”

“I was always afraid of hurting her because she was so fragile but after what SHE went through… Mom, I just love Ellis so much already and it would kill me if he was ever afraid of me like that.”

“You have nothing to worry about, baby. Trust me. You should meet him. He’s so much like you; funny, sweet, energetic, and very protective of his mom.”

“I-Is he here? I don’t have a…a door…like Y/N.”

Rising to your feet, you take hold of your son’s hand and open the bedroom door, taking slow steps down the hallway as he lags behind.

Elizabeth shifted into her human form and Eddie followed suit without question.

“He’s not quite used to the demon form yet but I imagine growing up seeing you guys as yourself he will.”, she grins as you both come into view. “Ellis, come here and meet my son. He’s the one I’m always talking to you about, remember?”.

“My daddy…”

Eddie releases a shaky breath at the sound of the little boy’s voice as you try and push him lightly forward. The demon’s chocolate hues scan him over, taking in every little detail as his son does the same before a big smile stretches across his face.

“Granma says you’re good with guitars. Will you teach me?”

“Yeah, yeah, buddy. I can teach you. Holy shit.”, he curses as his palm caresses the boy’s face. “You have Steven’s smile.”

“He laughs like you though.”

“Yeah, he does.”, Eddie’s mom agrees with you.

Both beings chuckle at the same time making you two grin as they prove your point. As he did with his other father, Ellis circled his arms around the demon’s neck and his dad promptly held him tightly to him, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

“I love you, daddy.”

Eddie shot up wrapping his arms around his chest as if he was still clinging to his son. Sitting up beside him, you tried to comfort him as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Where…how… is he…”

“It’s ok, baby. He’s fine, trust me. Everything’s ok.”, you soothe as you rub his back. “Now how did YOU do that?”

“I…I don’t know. Being back here with Wayne and I talking about my mom… I just started dreaming about her and the next thing I know you’re both there.”, he exhales as he runs his fingers through his hair. “He has your voice. It’s so beautiful hearing something so soft come out of…us.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re not exactly pretty, honey.”, Steve answers as he sits up in bed beside you both. “Everything here, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, is rough. Rough elements, rough exterior, rough tones.”

“It’s part of the reason our kind can be so cocky when it comes to other beings but especially humans. You have your wars and violence but that’s nothing compared to our history. We’re monsters.”

“I don’t think that and you’ve been soft with me before.”

“Because we had to. You’re not fragile anymore. I mean, not that you were exactly. I’m just saying—”

“He’s just saying you experienced the difference after you first drank that stuff.”, Eddie chuckles. “Even the ‘demon way’ wasn’t exactly like that right, princess.”

“We should go see Dustin today. Maybe those little weirdos found out some things. I’m kind of curious myself how he’s blended together.”, Steve mused as he got out from under the covers and started getting dressed. “I mean Ellis has our horns, wings, things like that and your voice but his eyes and skin are a mixture of all three. It’s fascinating.”

“Wait. Steven, I thought, maybe, we’d visit your mom.” The demon freezes in place as you continue to speak. “You haven’t seen her and I’m sure she misses you.”

“Plus, your douchebag dad won’t be there to cause problems. What?!”, Eddie flinches as you lightly smack his arm.

“Um, yeah. I guess…I guess we can do that. Let’s, uh, let’s do that after Henderson’s. I really want to find out more about our son and how this pregnancy will work for you.”

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Dustin was ecstatic when his friends knocked on his door, beaming wide as he wrapped his arms around you before inviting you three into his home.

It was a modest little dwelling that you would compare to mobile home in your realm. It stretched a good size across his little space of land allowing each his two older boys to have their own room while his twin girls shared a room together. Suzie was a delight, filling you in on some trivia when it came to her and the love of her life while the boy’s talked.

When it was time for the kids to go outside and play, you sat in their living room eating the food you guys had brought along with you as the young demon spread out documents on the floor while the other two demons stood over him.

“To be quite frank, we didn’t find much on demons like us impregnating a human. To be fair, like you said the creepy vision lady told you, humans can’t get pregnant from us unless they have that potion which only two people in existence have. But, we did find some things about other realms having babies with humans and those beings were, in essence, an extension of us, so to speak. Honestly though, I wouldn’t take much stock in it as it sounds like something from a horror story than ground in any kind of reality.”

“So, you found nothing then?”, Steve inquired with a tone.

“Uhhhh, no, but Michael and I did some research into human anatomy. They reproduce similar to us—”

“Obviously.”, Eddie cuts him off making you smirk his way.

“IN THE SENSE OF, they carry for 9 months, feel the kicks, and cravings…all that. Since demon babies aren’t born with all the accessories, she should be able to have him naturally. My concern would only be her health but with the potion, I’m not sure how that works.”

“What do you mean?”, you ask.

“I mean, we don’t know what a being like us can do to a being like you internally. For example, you’re eating food; we don’t eat food.” You immediately pause as you lower the sandwich in your hand. “If we do eat we become incredibly sick like food poisoning so to speak but you need to eat, Y/N, and we aren’t even sure yet if he will want food since he’s half you. The contractions and labor without the potion would have killed you but now…we just don’t know.”

“Did you find out why he looks like both of us? Especially since like you said our reproduction is just like theirs.”, Steve muses as he sits next to you and encourages you to finish your meal.

“Personally, I think it’s just…super sperm.” Both demon’s narrow their eyes at the young boy as you laugh. “I mean, come on. Our little guys are pretty powerful. I’m not surprised both your soldiers got through.”

“Ok, ok.”, Eddie cringes as Dustin shrugs. “Good thing we don’t eat food because if we did mine would be the floor from hearing you say shit like that.”

“No matter what, it seems like it’s all trial and error from this point forward?”

Henderson nods as his eyes meet yours at your question.

“Exactly.”

***

“Geez, I never thought I’d see this house again.”, Steve mutters under his breath as his gaze drifts along his childhood home.

Knocking on the door beforehand to no response, he slowly squeaks it open as the three of you enter the cold feeling mansion. His parents had a gorgeous, Beverly hills style dwelling that seemed just a rung below the castle you had seen in the memories they had provided.

“Mom?!”, Steve shouted and was once again met with silence.

You couldn’t help but smile as your fingers grazed photos of what you assumed was little Steven hugging his mother tightly as she kissed his forehead, his grin almost a duplicate of Ellis. As you unintentionally detached from them, your eyes remained focused on the wall beside you as you took in each photo before you. Gradually, your heart slowly broke as you noticed that smile slowly fade off his face especially in images he shared with his father.

After coming to the end of the hall, you were met with a door you very much recognized. Instead of being tossed through this time, you were able to open it and walk into the study, taking in the fact that it looked exactly the same as Mirage had shown you. Even the maps were still pinned on the wall above a desk that had a bottle of something you presumed to be liquor.

It was almost like one of their memories as you envisioned a tiny, beaming Steve sitting on the floor, playing with toys as quietly as possible while still being near his father, a man he so desperately wanted approval from.

“Goddamn it…JANET HARRINGTON! Come get your loud child out of my study! I’m trying to focus.”

“I’m sorry, daddy. I’m just…trying to practice being a solider like you were!”

“Ugh, stop calling me that. You’re not a baby. Grow the fuck up and you’re not going to be anything playing with childish toys like this! I swear, Steven, you’ll never be good at anything if you don’t use your fucking brain.”

The feeling of a hand on your shoulder startles you as your arms flies and smacks someone hard.

“Ow! Fuck me! It’s ok, Y/N! You’re alright.”, Eddie winces as he holds his palm over his cheek. It takes him a few seconds to realize something was amiss as he watches your eyes dart around the room. “Sweetheart?” As he takes a step forward, you flinch as you fold into yourself and away from him making his heart shatter. “STEVEN!”

Sliding down to the floor, you cover your ears as the long-haired demon helplessly follows your decent as he listens to you whisper to yourself.

“What?! What happened?!”

Without hesitation, Steve falls to his knees and reaches for you to comfort you before pausing when you curl tighter into yourself.

“My Edward and Steven would never hurt me. My Edward and Steven would never hurt me. My…This isn’t real. It isn’t real. Isn’t real…”

“Y/N, honey, it’s us. It’s ok. Everything is ok. This isn’t one of Mirage’s test, baby. We beat her. YOU beat her. It’s ok.”

Red light flashes as Eddie shifts into his human and Steve quickly follows suit.

“Look at us, princess. The demon’s you met and fell in love with. We’re right here and you’re right, baby, we’d never hurt you.”

After a few more moments, you blink and look up to meet their soft, worried faces. Abruptly, your arms circle tightly around Eddie’s neck and his hand pets your head as he feels your hands shake against his back.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you. I just—”

“Shhhh, hey, it’s ok, Y/N. Everything is ok.”

“Steven?”

The demon turns at the sound of his mother’s voice as he, out of habit, rises to his feet to greet her.

“Mom. Hey. I hope it’s alright that we—”

Her arms wrapping tightly around him cutting him off as she presses her head to his chest and sobs.

“I never thought I’d ever see you again.”, she whispers as the demon holds her tightly to him.

***

Steve picks up the funeral picture of his father as he grimaces at the formal image. His dad had posed for this photo long ago due to his occupation stating that when he died this is the image he wanted displayed above his grave and in the halls of fallen soldiers.

“I keep that one by his armor because I know that’s what he would have wanted.”, his mom explains as she offers him a drink that he declines.

“How did he…?”

“He would tell you in battle but truth of the matter is he was old and sick. After everything… he, um, on his last day he insisted on fighting and took out a good few of the enemy before passing.”

“Hm. You see it as honor, I see it as stupidity. He raised me to be a solider and as one I can assure you him doing that could have put his command in danger.”

“So, that’s your girlfriend out there? She seems nice. A bit timid but—”

“She’s been through a lot but I assure she’s incredibly strong.”, Steve sighs as he leans against the desk and folds his arms. “Why are you still here, mom? This place is too big for you to be alone.”

“This is where you grew up, sweetie. I have so many good memories here with you and your dad.”

“Yeah but more bad than good. I hate the idea of you being alone surrounded by all that.”

“I’m not alone anymore though. You’re home.”

“We aren’t staying here.” Her eyes shoot up and lock with his at his words. “I mean, the three of us need to talk about where we are staying exactly but I don’t think it’s good for the four of us especially Y/N to be in this realm after what I just saw.”

“Four?”

“Yeah. You’re, um, about to be a grandma.”

Her shocked expression paints her face as she gets up and refills the liquor in her glass.

“She’s a human.”

“She fought for a way to be with us forever because of that we were able to—”

“No, Steven, I mean…she’s a human. Your father would roll over in his grave if he found out you were starting a family with someone beneath you. You deserve so much better, baby.”

The demon blinks as he gathers his thoughts, not surprised by her reaction but still bewildered after everything they had been through that she could still side with his father. Shaking his head, he started to walk away but she quickly got up to stop him.

“Please, sweetheart. I’m just telling you the truth. You’ve been away for so long. Why don’t you just let Edward have her and the baby and you can stay here with me for a few years. Trust me, you’ll realize we were right and you can settle down with a nice girl—”

Yanking out of her hold, he stalks down the hallway, his eyes glowing a bright red as he turns into the living room where Eddie was holding you to allow you some time to breathe while he talked to his mother.

“Come on. We’re leaving.”

“Is everything alright?”

Another set of red glowing eyes entered the area as Steve’s mom growled and poked the demon’s chest hard.

“Everything is not alright! You took my son away from us by meddling where you didn’t belong! You are just like your peasant father causing problems everywhere you go! Goodness, the hubris you must have to meddle with lives above your station! Do him a favor, take your human, and that thing and leave my son alone!”

All three demons in the room glared at each other as yours stood protectively in front of you.

“My son isn’t a thing and neither was yours.”, you sighed in frustration as you shoved your body between them to place yourself in front of his mom. “I saw it… I’ve seen Steven’s memories. All the pain you both put him through but especially you. More than anything he just wanted you to stand up for him and defend him against his dad but every time he called him stupid or made him feel worthless, you did nothing. Even when he went missing, his friends went looking for him but not you two. Why?”

His mom exhaled as her eyes softened.

“Bill said this was his punishment. After he killed a fellow solider and deserted with a murderer…he deserved to be banished.”

“You didn’t want to even find out what happened? Learn where he was?”

“I was afraid of what I would find...”

“Hm. And I’m weak.”, you sass.

Her eyes glowed again as she turned towards you and you matched her as you stepped forward.

“Hey, no. Come on. Let’s get out of here.”, Steve encouraged as he grabbed your arm.

“Steven, please!”, his mom begged.

Chuckling under his breath, he turned to face her.

“You insulted the two people I love and called my son a thing. I’d rather go back in that fucking stone then stay here.”

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Something loud crashing into the wall shakes you from sleep as you sit up in bed and hastily run out into the living room of the home you had been visiting so many times in your dreams. The are was trashed with furniture flipped and glass broken everywhere. As you looked around you, Steve and Eddie skidded into the area as their eyes scanned yours trying to figure out what’s going on.

You glance down a hallway and bolt towards the sound of chaos before coming to a dead stop when you round the corner, finding a tiny frame hurtling a bed out the window.

“Ellis!” The little demon turned around at the sound your voice, his glowing eyes immediately calming as he runs to your arms. “Sweetheart, what happened?”

As both his fathers came into view, his eyes glowed again as he placed his small body in front of your own.

“You…LIED!”, he growled as he pointed their way.

“Buddy—”

Eddie pushed Steve out of the way and to the ground as a large object flew in their direction.

“You said we were safe with you!”

“You are, Ellis! We would never hurt you or your mom.”

“LIAR!”

As he charged their way, you quickly placed your body in front of theirs.

“Hey! This is not how we behave when we’re upset. We talk to each other. Now, what happened?”

The little boy roared towards the ceiling as he expanded his wings and flew out the bedroom door. Steve was faster, practically tackling him while still protecting him with his body as they both hit the floor. Ellis tried to wiggle out of his hold but his father remained steadfast as he held him to his chest.

“You know I used to destroy my makeshift house to when I was angry.”, he said softly in a human tone as he shifted. “Your dad spent sooooo many years listening to me cry and throw things but do you know what helped me? Knowing I could talk to him and he’d listen. Knowing that he loved me no matter how angry I got.”

You and Eddie sat on the floor in front of them both as he continued to try and squirm away but with less force than before.

“You lied. You said you wouldn’t hurt us. Mommy was afraid of you both. I felt it!”, the boy shouted as he pointed towards your tummy.

“Baby, I…that’s a little complicated to explain. I’m not afraid of them. I promise, these two demons here would do anything to keep you and I protected.”

“But, mommy, it was strong and I was so worried about you! Granpa and granma said you were ok but I told them they have to say dat because they are your mommy and daddy.”

“That’s very fair. Grandma used to say your grandfather spoiled me too much.”, you giggle making a small smirk appear on his lips. “When I was your age, I used to get hurt all the time but grandpa always reminded me that my mom was a ballerina. If someone who can dance on their tip toes can fall and get back up then I definitely could.”

“On her tip toes?”, he asked with wide eyes.

Grinning, you rose to your feet bringing Eddie with you as you clung to his arm.

“Oh, I may be too old for this now.”, you laugh as you try and balance onto your toes before stumbling into the demon’s chest.

“Wow. You suck at this.”, the long-haired demon teases in a light tone.

“Oh, ok, Mr. Guitarist. You try it.”

Ellis and Steve laugh as he obnoxiously raises his hands in the air like a typical ballerina and tries to do the move until stumbling over himself.

“Look, I work with my fingers not my toes.”

Taking your son’s hand, you bring him beside you as you four continue try and fail. After falling to the ground, he cackles as he grabs his stomach.

“Maybe only angels can do it!”

His words hit you hard but you shoved down the emotion as you kneel down in front of him.

“Ellis, your mom and dads have been through so many adventures, some good and some not so good. Those not so good ones…can leave an impression sometimes.”

“But no matter what we’re here for you both, bud.”

“It’s our job to watch over you and I promise, kid, we would never let anything happen to either of you…because we know what it’s like to not feel safe.”

“Because of your daddies?” The blink completely taken by surprise. “Your daddy called me a thing and granma Munson told me your daddy wasn’t very nice.”

“Yeah, Ellis. He wasn’t.”

“You’re not a thing. I hope you know that.”, Steve urges as he reaches out to pet his curls. “You’re perfect.”

“Granpa says I’m a mir-ack-cle!”

The three of you slowly open your eyes and as soon as you do, you begin to sob. Both demons pull you back between them and hold you tightly as they coo soft words to comfort you.

***

The rest of that morning you remained silent as you thought about everything that had transpired. The visions Mirage showed you that scared you and Steve’s parents degrading your son and their own just because he loved you and Eddie. You thought about how angry Ellis had been and how it killed you to see him in pain but you loved the fact that your parents were getting to spend time with him especially since they wouldn’t be in your world to see him grow up.

“Seeing you two dead scared me.”, Eddie responds abruptly as your eyes find his and Steve props up on his elbow behind you. “I still think about it to…pretty much every day if I sit still long enough. I used to dream about it but I prefer these past few dreams more.”, he softly smiles. “Y/N, you were right where she was… just fucking gone and again I couldn’t do fucking anything. I couldn’t…I couldn’t bring you back.”

“Steven, when we fought together, you rarely if ever got hurt. But you were next to Y/N…there was blood everywhere…I can still hear you telling me to run…begging me…” The demon’s jaw tightened as he tried to keep the memory at bay as the tears threatened to fall. “I couldn’t protect my mom or Chrissy. I couldn’t protect Steve from Maeve. Then I saw you both there and I kept thinking that little ballerina girl is right; everything is my fault.”

“Edward—“, you coo, gently as you reach up to caress his face.

“His mom said what she said and it hit a nerve.”

“Don’t listen to my mom, baby. Trust me. That woman has been miserable most of her life. I’ve never doubted that she loved me but, I don’t know, I think her love for my father and what he provided was greater.”, Steve sighed. “I, um, I still get terrified sometimes that this is all a dream and Eddie and I are going to wake up back in the stone…or I’m going to be alone. Mirage’s test felt so real…I wonder if this is my delusional dream. That I’m with you two and we’re having a baby. That you’re going to be able to live as long as we do and I can go home.”

When his voice cracks your heart breaks and sit up to wrap your arm around him.

“What killed me was not only not being able to even say goodbye to Edward but in her vision, Y/N, I fucking left him there. I abandoned him to be alone… When you ran, Ed, the thought of you being alone somewhere with the pain of what happened hurt me then but now after everything…”

Eddie sat up as well, cupping Steve’s cheek in his palm as they tenderly kissed each other before his lips tilted to the side to kiss away his tears.

“Y/N, you’re not alone in feeling what you feel. Even we understand that what we all saw wasn’t real but it was real to us. She played with our past to test us and… fuck…if she can do that no wonder she’s in a realm by herself.”, the long-haired demon soothes as he leans back to pet your head. “We know you aren’t afraid of us but if you ever need a moment or us to step back and give you space, we understand.”

Biting your bottom lip in thought you nodded before flashing them a comforting smile.

“I like your uncle. He was telling me some things about little Edward and how much of a rebel you were. He said your mom kind of had the gift that you do so maybe Ellis might get it.”

They both grin as you three lean against the headboard.

“Yeah, that would be cool. Can you imagine his soft voice lulling people? You kind of have it to you know. I mean not much but it was enough to calm me and him down.”

“Robin was telling me stories about you two training together. She said you tried to be intimidating the first time you met but she just laughed at you.”

“She definitely did and made fun of me but she’s incredibility smart. Robin saved my ass more than a couple of times. My dad hated her, thought she was too sloppy.”

“I’m sorry you grew up with them, Steven and you Edward with your dad. Seeing him, Ellis, stand up for me the way he did reminded me of—”

“Yeah, me to. Me to, sweetheart.”, he sighed kissing your temple.

“I’m glad he’s spending time with your parents though, Y/N. Proves, like you, he’s a little angel. Oh, oh no. Honey, I’m sorry.”, he tried to comfort when you started to cry again.

“No, no. I’m glad to. I just miss them so much.”

“I know, baby.”

“At least we know he has one gift for sure; a door like you.”, Eddie smiles as he points to your forehead. “That’s how he can talk to them right? You’ve done that with your dreams before.”

“Can you play something, Ed? Something…soft.”

Thinking for a moment, he nods and hastily gets out of bed to grab his acoustic guitar nearby. As he strums his fingers, you feel your anxieties melt away as you keen into Steve’s chest.

“Heaven, I'm in heaven And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak And I seem to find the happiness I seek When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.”

You giggle as Eddie shuffles his shoulders in his seat, dancing to the Cajun music that plays across the street from the restaurant you guys were visiting in New Orleans.

“I wish you guys could eat. The food here is so delicious.”

“Yeah? When we were here the boy that found us used to eat this thing with bananas and this brown sauce. It looked interesting.”, Steve grins as he watches you glow with every bite.

“The music here is fantastic! You want to dance with me, babe?”, the long-haired demon asks.

“Oh God, no. I’m not good at it!”

“Even better. Come on, pretty girl.”

Steve cackles as Eddie yanks you to your feet, wrapping his arms around your waist as you hug him and laugh.

“Yes, heaven, I'm in heaven And the cares that hung around me through the week Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.”

“It’s so insane how they do theater now adays!”, Steve stated excitedly as the three of you exited the auditorium. “I totally did not expect that chandelier to fall down into the stage.”

“Really though and how did they get the phantom to disappear from his chair at the end?”

“I assume you liked it then.”, you reply, grinning at their excitement.

“We did. Wow. The last time we saw a play was back when Shakespeare was pretty much the norm and the theaters themselves were in a coliseum type place.”

“They still have those. You can find outside venues here but we’ll have to make a stop in Rome and check out the coliseums there.”

“As long as we’re with you, sweetheart, we’ll follow you anywhere.”, Eddie claims fondly reaching for your hand as Steve pulls you to his side.

“Oh I love to climb to mountain And reach the highest peak But it doesn't thrill me half as much As dancing cheek to cheek.”

Having lost them for a moment in the museum, you find both demons glaring at a painting of men pushing a woman towards what looks to be a town square with a long pole surrounded by hay in the middle.

“Eddie? Steve? Is everything ok?” They don’t respond but you hear a small growl emanate from them as they exhale. Sighing yourself in empathy, you lean against the wall in front of them. “It’s not your fault…what happened to Lizzy.”

“With Lizzy, she actually committed the crime. She hurt so many people… These women…THIS woman…did nothing wrong.”, Eddie murmurs as his eyes gesture towards the young lady in the painting.

“Kind of like people back home. So many innocent men and women…children…put through a war or on trial for something they didn’t do or couldn’t control.”, Steve responds as memories flash through his mind.

“Like you.” They both rumble again, closing their eyes to keep their glowing irises from exposing them. “They didn’t even give you a chance to explain. Your king pointed a finger and you were found guilty even though the charge made no sense. Like you said…you were in a war…it makes more sense for Henry to have killed Chrissy than you, Edward. But it was your king’s idea to have them both be engaged… he couldn’t handle that notion so it was easier to blame you…banish you.”

“Steven, you are not like these men.”, you point towards the villagers. “You listened to reason and tried to find the truth if you could. The demon you were with that day blindly believed your best friend was guilty and ignored an order to bring him back alive. You did what you had to.”

Swallowing the tears that wanted to fall, Eddie was the first to open his and pull you into his embrace.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you to, baby.”, Steve adds as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“I love you both.”

As soon as your eyes focused back on your current reality, Steve collected you in his arms till you were sitting on his lap and his palm guided your lips to his. He held your lower back as you grinded against him while a now fully naked Eddie helped disrobe you both. Clinging to his neck, you sunk yourself down on to the demon’s cock, the two of you holding each other tightly as if you’d disappear if one of you let go.

“Ed…Edward…”

“I’m right here, princess. I’m not going anywhere.”, he answered in a gentle tone as his lips pecked along your shoulder. Placing his fingers under his chin, he turned his partners head and moaned as his lips passionately kissed his own.

“Please—oh fuck—please Steven.”

Lifting you up, he flips you on to your stomach, sliding his length back inside you, and pushes your legs together as he roughly thrusts his hips. Eddie’s hand comes into your view, moving and playing with your hair so he can see your face as your eyes roll back. Keening into his touch, you listen to the pleasant sounds of Steve’s pants and the other demon’s needy moans as he slowly strokes his own cock.

“So beautiful, sweetheart.”

“St-Steven—mmm—Steven please. Harder. Closer.”

Placing open mouth kisses up your spine along the way, he lays flat against you and circles his arms underneath you as he rolls his lower half into yours.

“I’m here to, baby. I’d never hurt you and I’d never abandon you. Fuck, honey, you feel so fucking good. Is this hard enough? Do you need it harder? Tell me, baby girl. I’ll give you anything.”, he whispers, groaning when your pussy clenches at his words.

“Feels…feels good. I’m gonna…”

“Me to, pretty girl. Just hold—mmph—just hold on tight to Edward, baby.”

As the other demon intertwines his fingers with yours, Steve pumps into you faster making sure to still keep himself as close to you as possible. Your body shutters under his as you cum and he growls in pleasure at the feeling before releasing his spend deep inside of you.

Falling to your side, he moves out of the way to allow Eddie to take what’s his as well but the long-haired demon looks at you with confused eyes when you suddenly place your hand on his chest, stopping him as he attempts to climb on top of you.

“Are you ok, baby?”, he whispers as he kisses your lips lightly.

Without saying a word, you nod before maneuvering them to face each other. When their normal demon eyes meet, Eddie smirks as he takes Steve in his arms and places him on his lap.

“I’m sorry my family can’t see how special you both are. You’re nothing like your father, Edward.”

“Neither are you, sweetheart.”

Steve mewled loudly as he guided himself down on to his partner, slowly grinding against him and allowing Eddie’s length to nudge at that soft spot inside of him.

“I’d never leave you. I’d never leave you behind anywhere but especially not there.”, he whispered.

“I know, baby. Fuck. I know.”

“Y-You’re not a freak and you’re not a-a peasant. You’re perfect. You both are. I’d—FUCK—I’d make all the same choices again if it always led me to you two.”

Placing his forehead on his own, Steve bounced harder against him as his palms cupped his face.

“That’s it, Steve. Everything’s ok. As long as the three of us are together, we’re ok.”

The abrupt feeling of your lips on his skin made Eddie groan as he turned towards you to see your own fingers trying to keep up with the other demon’s pace as you thrust them inside of your sensitive cunt.

Quickly licking his own digits, he forced your hand out of the way and took over pleasuring you as the sound of your slick filled the room.

“Atta girl. Ride my fingers. Fuck…my two favorite beings riding me. Cum again, Steven. I l-like hearing that whine when you’re sensitive.”

With his free palm holding his lower back, Eddie encouraged his rhythm and intensity till the other demon whimpered weakly as his seed painted both their stomachs.

“Good. Good boy.”

Your own mewl grabbed their attention and both demons watched your nails dug into his shoulder as the coil snapped. You both follow Eddie down against the mattress, kissing and sucking on his neck as he thrusts his hips upwards, chasing his own release until grunting as he coated his boyfriend’s insides with his spend.

You weren’t sure how long the three of you clung to each other afterwards but you were grateful for every minute, thankful that these two were yours.

“I don’t want us to raise Ellis in our realm.” Steve’s sudden announcement sliced through the quiet as you two turned to look at him. “After what happened with Y/N and the way my mom was talking about him… I just think it would be better if he grew up here.”

Silently, you sat up to face them as you absorbed what he was saying.

“You two would have to have your masks up a lot and so would he.”

“When it comes to us, sweetheart, it’s fine. I mean we can be ourselves with you and then with him in private. I’m not going to lie though trying to explain that to a child is going to be difficult.”, Eddie sighs.

“I don’t want him to be ashamed of who he is but I get what Steve is saying. Maybe, we can just play it by ear. Stay here back home in Hawkins and then when he hits that age we can talk about if we’d want to stay or move. He seems very articulate. He could tell us where he would feel comfortable.”

“I think that’s a good idea, babe, and of course Steve, we can go between and watch him. See if he’s more comfortable and happy here or in our realm. Plus, that way Wayne, Robin, and Henderson can see him.”

“Yeah of course. I didn’t mean it like I never want him to be there. Ellis has people in his life who don’t care about us being together or how different he may be. It’s everyone else I’m worried about. He’s not even here yet and two people have already called him names. I don’t like it.”

“I understand. Let’s…let’s focus on what we can right now. There’s so much we need and things to prepare for before he gets here. We also may need to discuss a source of income. My dad left me a good amount but that won’t last with a baby.”

Eddie pets your head as Steve leans forward to kiss your lips.

“Come on, princess. Let’s get you showered and fed. Tonight we relax, tomorrow we head back to Hawkins.”

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twisted-tales-told · 2 months

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hi honey - maple harvest and amber!

Hi Linds!!! ILY!!

This ask game

First of all when I saw this I melted at honey because pet names make me die inside (in a good way)

Second of all, the second time I saw this I spent a full minute scanning the ask game for “honey”

Maple— a hobby you’ve always wanted to try but never have

I need to learn how to make clothing. I have a friend who knows how now & I need to absorb the skills second hand (Jackie if u see this I m looking at you)

What fictional character do you most identify with

James Potter. I am a James Potter girlie to the end of my DAYS. I don’t even care if I don’t seem like him. He’s mine.

Amber — share an unpopular opinion you have

I feel like I have a lot but also idk if they’re unpopular or if I just have good friends

TO PREFACE I AM ANTI-CENSORSHIP write what you want but that doesn’t mean I have to like it!! And I will be talking about things I Hate below this. Obviously not like. Directly at people because as said im anti-censorship

1. Snape is way way way wAYY more interesting to me that BCJ and I also like snape more than I like Barty. Like just because JKR was weird about him liking Lily doesn’t mean we have to keep that & you even that out a bit and you’ve got a VERY interesting character right there.

2. Regulus Black is NOT a slutty snarky dead inside sugar baby and it makes me ANGRY when people write him this way. I get livid about the current dominant characterization for Regulus SO MUCH. I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all and tbh it’s 90% of why I left the fandom. Like truly it makes me so angry seeing him depicted this way. I have deep rage about it. This boy is a wet cat. In sophs words he is PRICKLY not PLUCKY. In Nats words he is SOGGY and a FREAK and a LOSER. He would not have friends in middle school. He is constantly living in the shadow of his cool older brother and wants to be like him and fails to recognize what is special about being himself.

Like James falling in love with him is entirely just James looking at the scraggliest most pathetic cat living in the woods behind his house and saying “yeah that’s mine”

And also regulus is mean to James because he’s scared of people leaving him not because Mean is one of his core character traits. Mean is nobody’s core character trait there’s always something behind the meanness and I rlly rlly hate when he Literally Bullies James. Like that’s not nice. I don’t like reading that personally it makes my chest hurt & not in a cute way.

ALSO the sugar baby trope doesn’t work when they’re both rich. That just doesn’t make sense. Regulus has more money than James and the only reason I think it’s written this way is—and same with Wolfstar—is because of heteronormative stereotypes. Which like if that’s what you want to be doing then fine okay go for it. I do hate it but if you care about my opinion then that rlly says more abt u & it is in fact a you problem.

3. I also have deep rage about the hc of James potter having BPD. I have seen it scrolling in the ao3 tags a couple times & like power to you ig but My neurodivergence that knows about psychology gets REAL mad about it because factually you’re just incorrect. Like BPD develops under very specific circumstances and I get really annoyed when that isn’t taken into account!!

You wanna talk BPD let’s talk Sirius Black, I am down to have that conversation.

But James Fleamont Potter does not have a single precursor to developing this personality disorder and it just gets to me. It gets to me okay? That’s my whole reasoning it just gets to me I hate when the psychology of a fic doesn’t make sense as to who the characters are at their core. In my head. So.

4. Learning to multi ship saves lives and if you’re not down for it at least a little bit then I do quietly think you’re gonna become one of those people who’s one day gonna be so close minded you’ll have the solutions to all ur problems appear on a plate in front of you and you’ll just be like “nah I’d have to leave my comfort zone”

5. Non fandom related…fun fact leaving your confort zone is a necessary part of life & you have to be willing to do so in order to learn, grow, and unlearn prejudice. So. Important skill to learn. Might as well start with ships.

ANYWAYS THIS GOT SO LONG

TL;DR: regulus characterizations in most fics rn make me ill, James potter deserves better than yall & so do i (not speaking of my beautiful lovely mutuals esp you Linds I am so sorry for unloading this on ur ask)

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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I absolutely love your fics!!! Thank you for sharing your talent with the world. If you're interested, do you think you could write a fic where Finn gets injured in a game against Tampa? O'Hara brothers ftw ♥️♥️♥️

Ohohohoho yes. It's 'missing your big brother so you write siblings' hours, and all of you are trapped in here with me. Combined with prompts for cubs hurt comfort/ poly love (@hi-im-phoenix) and distraction hurt/ comfort for AJ. Sorry about your manager <3 SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for bone inJuries

The crowd was roaring. Finn couldn’t catch his breath. His arm was on fire.

Something like a sob broke free in his chest, but he could do little more than hiccup in pain and fear from his place laying flat on his back atop the unforgiving ice. He couldn’t move his fingers. His elbow throbbed. Everything in between just hurt.

“—fuck is wrong with you?” an angry voice shouted, followed by a flash of blue and white shoving at the man whose late hit had left him suspended in shock. Finn didn’t know if it had been on purpose, but he didn’t really care anymore as a tear tracked down to his ear. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the bright lights overhead.

A hand cradled one side of his jaw, warm and clammy on his cold skin. “Talk to me, mon amour, what’s wrong?”

“Lo,” he croaked, swallowing hard. “I’m okay. ‘m okay, promise. I’m okay.”

“Out of my way!” The blue and white blob pushed closer before kneeling next to him. A helmet hit the ice, followed by a glove; heavy hands settled on his shoulders, and the one on his face disappeared. “Finn? Finn, look at me.”

Finn’s chest hitched once, twice, hard. His head was pounding, and everything hurt. He may have been able to reassure Logan, but he had never been able to hide from his brother. “Alex.”

“Hey, buddy,” he soothed as Finn finally regained enough breath to gasp around his tears. “No, no, shhh. You’re gonna be just fine, yeah? Can you tell me what happened?”

“Hurts,” he choked out, squeezing his eyes shut. The pain had reached his shoulder and every movement was agony. “It hurts, it hurts—Alex, it hurts.”

“What hurts?”

He could hear people calling for medics. His friends, his family. But Alex stayed right there next to him, holding his good hand and brushing his tears away. “My arm,” Finn said, feeling as pathetic as he ever had. “Alex, it hurts so bad.”

“Can you wiggle your fingers for me?” Finn sobbed again as he shook his head and saw the encouraging smile slide of Alex’s face. “That’s alright, buddy, just take some deep breaths.”

“I don’t wanna be out,” Finn blubbered. “I gotta play.”

Alex gave his hand a light squeeze. “It’s not that bad, Fish. Deep breaths.”

He managed a handful—and admittedly felt a little better—but the alarms in his head were still blaring when Remus arrived with the medic, all but carrying him across the ice to get to Finn. He had a smudge of a bruise beneath his eye, but the worry creasing his brow overtook anything else. “I’m good, Loops,” Finn panted as the medic sat next to him. “Totally cool.”

“28, I’m going to need you to make some room,” the medic ordered. Fear spiked in Finn’s heart when he met Alex’s gaze, but he found only determination looking back.

“I’m not leaving,” Alex said simply.

The medic glanced down. “Can you stand?”

“I think so?” Finn said hesitantly, trying to get cool air back into his lungs. “It’s—I think I broke my arm. Everything else is okay.”

“What’s your pain level?”

“Eight. And a half,” he added. Alex frowned.

“Let’s get you off this ice, yeah?” The medic patted him gently on the shoulder. “O’Hara, can you get him up?”

“Keep that one close,” Alex murmured, sliding his arm under Finn’s shoulders. He clenched his teeth around a cry of pain as his bad arm was jostled, but Alex was strong and steady, and within a few seconds he was on his feet. “Easy does it, bud. I’ve got you.”

“Fucking shit,” Finn wheezed as he tried to close his hand. The fear and adrenaline had faded, but involuntary tears sprang to his eyes anyway. Alex held him upright without faltering despite his wobbly legs; they made it to the bench in a blur of movement that made Finn dizzy.

“We can take him from here,” the medic said to Alex.

“I’ll be fine,” Finn said, cutting him off just as he opened his mouth. “Go play. Your boys need you.”

Alex pressed his lips together in obvious frustration, but tapped their helmets together and skated back to his own bench. Finn let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes for a moment. “O’Hara?”

“I’m good,” he assured the medic.

“If you feel like you need to throw up, let me know.”

“No. No, I’m good. Just hurts.”

He caught a glimpse of the clock as they headed down the tunnel—ten minutes left in the period. Finn steeled himself for a long stretch of being alone in a medical room and tried to focus on something over than the unbearable heat and throbbing in his arm.

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Leo traced the edge of the splint with a deep-set frown, but said nothing. His other thumb ran in gentle lines up and down Finn’s waist, kept there by Logan’s side pressing close. “You’re sure you’re alright?” Logan asked softly as he placed a kiss on the corner of Finn’s mouth.

“I promise.” They had barely traded ten words—both had shown up the second the game ended, stripping off their pads and skates in the entrance to the medical room before sandwiching Finn between them. Leo had been unusually quiet. They had won the game; from what Finn saw on the television in the corner of the room, Alex had reamed out the guy that hit Finn with a vengeance. Tampa had been disjointed, and the Lions swept in as a cohesive pack, out for blood.

“I was worried about you,” Leo said at last, resting his temple on Finn’s shoulder. He sighed, then shifted impossibly closer. “Couldn’t get through the crowd.”

“I thought Talker and Loops were gonna kill that guy after he hit you,” Logan said with a shake of his head. “Looks like Alex did it for him.”

“What, you didn’t get into your shining armor for me?” Finn teased, nuzzling his nose against Logan’s cheek to draw even a slight smile from him.

“Maybe next time.”

“No,” Leo mumbled, linking his fingers with Finn’s purple ones and lifting them to his lips for a brief kiss. It was a clean break, but would still take weeks to heal. Big blue eyes landed on him, melting his heart like they always did. “No ‘next times’, okay?”

“Aw, Knutty,” Finn said, barely above a whisper. He wrapped one arm around each of them and held them tight, soaking in the feeling of having both crushed against him. “I’m sorry I worried you.”

Logan tucked his face into Finn’s neck. “Nothing to be sorry for, mon rouge. We’re just glad you’re alright.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” a voice said from the door. Alex shifted his weight back and forth, twisting his baseball cap in his hands like he always did when he was nervous. Finn didn’t hesitate before extracting himself from the cuddle pile and crossing the room; Alex met him halfway and engulfed him in a hug. A shudder ran through him under Finn’s palms. “Jesus, Finn, you scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry,” Finn mumbled into his hoodie, letting himself be cocooned by distilled safety. Even out of his skates, Alex had a good two inches on him, and he had always been the broader of the two—Finn suddenly felt about six years old, as if he had just skinned his knee on the sidewalk.

“What’s the diagnosis?”

“Closed break, clean fracture. I’ll be out for a month or two.” He stepped back and swiped a hand under his nose, then tilted his head toward Leo and Logan with a wry smile. “But I’ve got these two to look after me.”

Alex scanned his face for a moment; his mouth dipped on one side. “I called mom and dad, told ‘em you’re okay. You should tell them yourself, though. They were freaking out.”

“I will,” Finn promised.

The worry creasing his brow didn’t diminish as he wrapped Finn in his arms again, holding him tight. “Keep me updated, yeah? If I don’t hear from you, I’ll get the captain on your ass, and he won’t be as nice about it as I will.”

“Deal.”

“Knutty, Lo, drive safe. If he tries to pull some stupid shit, I’m counting on your survival skills to stop it.”

“Survival skills?” Leo half-laughed.

Alex pulled away and raised his eyebrows. “They don’t call me Hurricane O’Hara for nothing.”

His eyes flickered back to Finn, who was horrified to see slight redness around the rims despite the teasing in his voice. “Alex,” he said softly. “I’m okay, I swear.”

“I know.” His voice was gruff, but it poorly hid a sniffle as he bumped their foreheads together. “But I’m your brother. It’s my job to worry about you. I hate that one of my guys was at fault here.”

Finn tried for a smile, socking him on the arm. “Six weeks, and I’ll be good as new.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” With a final survey of his face and a kiss to the top of his head, Alex headed back out into the hall with his shoulders up near his ears. Finn sighed; he hated it when Alex was upset, and even more when there was nothing he could do to fix it except wait. He didn’t know what he’d do if one of his teammates broke his brother.

“Fish?” Leo was smiling when he turned around. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What kind?”

“The kind where I pull out all the sob story pity points on Cap’s soft heart and get us babysitting privileges for his incredibly fluffy dog after three months of constant begging.”

Finn’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding.”

“Make sure you look extra sad when we leave,” Logan advised. “We can’t lose this opportunity because you were too perky about a broken arm.”

“Quick, someone make me cry.”

Leo’s grin turned to horror. “What?”

“No!” Logan said at the same time.

“You guys are killing me here,” Finn groaned. “Just, like, hit me in the arm or something.”

“No!” they shouted in unison.

“You said I need to look sad!”

“I meant pout and sigh!” Logan pulled him over by the hem of his shirt in clear distress. “You’ve already cried too much tonight. No more.”

“Alright,” Finn agreed, already wracking his brain for any smidgen of drama skills he might have acquired over the years. Younger siblings were always the best actors, of course—he had given some Oscar-worthy performances to his mom when Alex got on his nerves as a kid—but Sirius was tough to fool. Maybe if he stayed quiet and didn’t risk opening his mouth they would get away with it.

Leo let out a slow exhale against his chest and snuggled closer before standing. “Come on, darlin,” he said with a kiss to Finn’s forehead. “Let’s get you settled. We’ll take a shower, have some dinner, and then we can put a movie on.”

“Mighty Ducks?” Finn asked hopefully.

Logan rolled his eyes. “Of course.”

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SDR2 boys with an S/O who is like Mikan

Warnings: Mikan's personality/actions

Mod Ibuki: Back at it again with the Mikan series! I had absolutely no idea what to put for Nekomaru and Imposter Twogami, so please let me know if you want them I'll try to add them. Thanks for the overwhelming support, means so much! More to come, enjoy!

Hajime:

Instant protectivity

No fucking joke

As soon as you met, he was by your side 24/7 making sure no one bothered you

If anyone ever made fun of you, mean Hajime commence

"What did you just say? Do you know how rude that is? Back off, and don't come back. Don't let me hear you say that again."

If you ever took a fall in front of him, suggestive or not he'd pull you to him as soon as possible

"Shh, shh, it's okay. It's okay, don't worry. It was an accident, don't worry."

He found that petting your hair calms you down very quickly so he does that very often

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for him, he'd be opposed the minute the words came out of your mouth

"No, no no no. No, S/O. I don't need to have sex just because I'm in a mood. That's taking advantage of you, and I'd never do that. I love you, alright? Please don't offer that to me unless you yourself want it."

The one time you thought he was angry with you, he got very upset

"S/O, baby, no. I'm not angry with you, the others were just annoying me a bit. If anything, I'm a lot happier now that I'm with you." "R-Really?" "Yeah! I get so happy around you. I love you." "I-I love you t-too, hehe!"

Overall, Hajime is very protective and loves you very very much

He won't let anything happen to you

Nagito:

Nagito adored you the minute you met

Although he felt as if it was selfish, he wanted to be around you at all times

He just wanted to protect you

If anyone ever made fun of you, he'd scare them

No joke, Nagito can be very intimidating when he wants to be

"Hey, S/O! Get on all fours and bark like a dog!" "O-Okay..." "S/O, please don't. You don't have to do anything. As for you, you really must be pathetic. I'm gonna assume you're talentless. How worthless."

If you ever offered to take off your clothes for Nagito, he'd cry on the spot

"M-My hope, y-you don't have to do that just to make me happy! I-I don't want that! I'd much rather have a conversation than sex, especially because it's only to p-please me. P-Please don't offer yourself to me unless you w-want to do it with trash like myself..."

Nagito's self deprication would go through the roof if you thought he was mad at you

"W-What!? God I really am the worst, aren't I? I made you think I was angry with you! A-Angel! I promise, I am not mad at you! I-I don't think I have the ability to be mad at you! P-Please, don't ever think that. Never."

If you fell in front of him, he'd be very fast to pick you up, albeit with a red face

He never wants you to feel exposed or embarrassed

"Love, it was an accident. Please don't cry, it's okay."

Nagito would go to hell and back for you I swear

Kazuichi:

When Kaz first saw you, he was immediately attracted to you

Of course, when he got to know you he was concerned

Why were you so shy?

He stayed by you a lot to make sure you were alright

If someone started making fun of you, he'd immediately start screaming

"Hey!!! What's wrong with you!?! Leave them alone or else!!"

Sometimes it works sometimes it gets him laughed at

But it's the effort that counts

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for him, he'd get really confused

Like we're you asking for sex?

But then it clicked that you were trying to make him happy

"S/O, no. Never. Don't ever offer to do that for me because you think I want it. I don't! If you're gonna offer that, offer it because you want it!"

If you thought Kaz was mad at you, poor boy would be very confused again

"M-Mad? S/O I could never! Babe, I'm not mad. I can promise you that. Never ever! Never in a million years! How could I get mad at such a cute face?"

If you ever took a fall in front of him, he'd try to catch you but probably fail

Whether you fell in a suggestive position or not, he'll scream and squeeze you into his chest after the fall

"I got you, S/O! Don't worry!"

Kaz will protect and attack anyone who dares hurt you

Fuyuhiko:

Fuyuhiko got annoyed at first

He was very conflicted

Peko pointed out that he most likely had feelings for you

Ah, so that's why he felt those protective urges

If anyone ever made fun of you, Atua only knows if they made it out alive

"The fuck you just say!? You better take it back, bitch/bastard!! I'll fuckin' kill you!"

He definitely sent Peko on them after

If you ever took a fall in front of him, most of the time he'd catch you because he has fast reflexes

But if he didn't then he'd help you up as soon as you hit the floor

"S/O! You alright? How the hell did you manage that? C'mon, baby it's okay..."

If you ever thought he was mad at you, he'd blow up at himself

"I'm a fucking dumbass! God dammit! S/O, n-no, I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you. Shit. I'm mad at myself, baby. I-I never want you to think I'm mad at you, because I'm not. That bitch Hiyoko pissed me off again, not you. I-I'm sorry I made you think that."

You offered to take your clothes off for him one time and one time only

He shut it down quick

"No, S/O. Don't offer that. Please don't, just don't. That's your body, and it's beautiful. It shouldn't be shown so easily. I love you so fuckin' much, and that's because of you, not your body. That won't please me, you yourself will."

Let him protect you, Fuyuhiko will never let anyone hurt you, ever

Gundham:

You were an interesting mortal

You managed to attract the dark lord to you with a mere look?

Impossible!

Gundham was around you very often

And if he wasn't one or more of his devas were

They loved you

People usually don't make fun of you

The way he carries himself keeps people away from you

If anyone ever tried to make fun of you (which is rare, Gundham is very intimidating even when he doesn't try), he would flip the fuck out

"Pardon!?! How dare you say such a thing to a wonderful person as themselves!? Must I harm you!? Fiend!!"

If you ever took a fall in front of him, he would try to catch you but would be too late

"H-Huh!? I-I'm sorry, my love. D-Don't fret, it is alright. It was an accident, d-don't cry..."

His personality gets so soft around you it's amazing

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for him, he'd freak out

"M-My love!? No, my dear. Your body is not what I wish when I'm in a foul mood. I wish for you and your comfort. Your body is far to beautiful to be shown to the eyes of others so willingly. Pick carefully who sees such a blessing sight."

If you ever thought Gundham was mad at you, he'd instantly try to soothe you

"Dearest, I may have a devilish temper, but never would it be caused by you. You are precious, far too much so for me to be angry at. I love you with all my heart, my dear. Please don't forget that."

Bless this boy <3

Izuru:

Izuru found you interesting

The minute he realized he wasn't bored by you, he was around you like a lost puppy

Your safety was his number one priority

If anyone ever tried to make fun of you, keyword tried, they'd have to be pretty bold

Izuru is fucking scary

"S/O~Can I have a little private show? It'd make me very happy~" "Repeat yourself." "..." "Go on. What's wrong?" "..." "That's what I thought. I ever catch you near them again and I will be sure to end your worthless existence."

Okay, you would never fall in front of him

He knows when it's gonna happen, so he literally always catches you

And when he does he knows you're embarrassed, so he pulls you to his chest and plays with your hair

"No need to be embarrassed, S/O. It's normal to fall. It is alright."

If you ever thought he was mad at you, he'd be a little upset actually

"I can assure you, I am not angry. I am actually a little upset right now. Weird..." "I-I'm s-sorry! I-I can't do anything r-right!" "I have never felt this before, so thank you. You can do no wrong, love. I promise. I barely get angry, let alone at you...I love you." "R-Really?" "Of course." "I-I love you m-more! Hehe!" "Impossible."

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for him he'd immediately deny you

"If we are going to do something so intimate I want it to be because both of us want to. Not because one wants to please the other. I don't need pleasing, having you in my presence is enough to make me feel, uhm, bubbly? I believe happiness. So, happy. Come here, I believe affection is needed here. I would like to hold you."

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nathanknowsitall · 3 years

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Dedicated

Summary: Harry asks what your favorite song off of Fine Line is.

Notes: This is set in December 2019, post-Fine Line release. Happy one year of Fine Line! Hope you enjoy! <3

“Harry, your album is just absolutely perfect! I’m a little bit jealous that we didn’t get to listen to it sooner honestly...”, your friend said, teasing.

Your couple friends had invited you and Harry to go on a double date to celebrate Harry’s album coming out. After you had gone out to dinner, you both were hanging out at their house and drinking wine as the vinyl edition of Fine Line played in the background.

Harry was extremely embarrassed about the whole thing, from the way that most of the conversation at dinner had been about him to the fact that you had cheered drinks “to the wonderful Harry Edward Styles” to the way that Fine Line was playing in the background right now.

His blush was faint as he thanked your friend for the compliment while sipping on his wine glass. You rubbed his leg as you made eye contact with him, making sure that he was alright. He smiled back at you, mouthing “I’m fine” as he winked at you.

“But you got to listen to it early, right, Y/N?”, your friend said. You nodded as you made eye contact with Harry again.

“Yeah, I did...It’s so special, H”, you elaborated as you touched Harry’s face for a second, just selfishly needing the intimacy. His eyes filled with warmth and surprise at your praise. He hadn’t known that you had listened to it early or at all but hearing the praise from your lips was divine.

“Aww...that’s so sweet. You guys are awfully in love”, your friend joked at the PDA.

“Yeah, when are you getting married? We could both be married couples then!”, her husband joked.

Both you and Harry had that wide eyed, deer caught in the headlights look as you looked at them. A little bit of wine had even spilled out of Harry’s mouth and onto his linen shirt.

Your friends hysterically started laughing at you two, making you and Harry laugh as well.

“Well, I think we got that one answered!”, your friend joked as she went to go get something for Harry’s shirt in the kitchen.

“We sure did!”, her husband added, as he stood up. “Who wants some dessert?”, he offered.

“Yes!”, you and Harry both said at the same time, making each other laugh as you walked into their kitchen hand in hand.

After you said goodbye to your friends, you and Harry walked to the car hand in hand, happy as can be.

As Harry drove you back to his house, you couldn’t help but admire him. He was such a talented person and yet he was still so humble about all of his success, blushing about it whenever anyone even mentioned it. He made a point of being kind to everyone he met even when they weren’t so kind to him. He never made anyone in his life feel neglected despite being a famous rockstar. He was so open to learning from others in order to become a better person that it was inspiring. You could think of a million reasons why you loved his personality before you would even think to mention his looks, even though he was the most beautiful person ever.

He made sure you felt equal to him in all respects. He respected your boundaries and you respected his. He never pressured you to change for him. He never made you feel bad about yourself, no matter how bad you were fighting. He never made you feel like he was embarrassed of you, no matter how awkwardly you acted in front of his famous friends or when you couldn’t get a full sentence out when meeting his mom for the first time. He made you feel admired emotionally, spiritually, intellectually, sexually, in every way.

As you got out of the car and into his house, your thoughts wandered back to the conversation you had earlier with your friends. You knew it was too early to consider marriage, you had only been dating for a couple of months, but you were sure that Harry was the love of your life. Even if you never got married or even broke up, you knew there was always some part of yourself that would be dedicated to Harry.

As you wandered outside into the backyard, you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about Harry and what a future with him would look like.

After a while, you felt two arms come up from around you and a head sit on your shoulder.

“You’ve been quiet all night, love. What’s happening in here?”, he said as he kissed your temple. You felt yourself blush at the thought of telling Harry about how you were thinking about what a wonderful father he’d be.

“I’ll tell you later, but I need to know about you right now. Are you okay? I know that it was...a lot for you tonight...”, you said, as Harry lightly giggled.

“I’m okay, baby...it’s was just...a bit much”, he said honestly. You nodded then laid your head on his chest, swaying slightly. This was something that you had learned was comforting for him.

“But also...I’ve been thinking about what you said about the album...”, Harry said.

You pulled apart from him, looking at him in the eyes, curious about what he meant.

“I meant what I said, Harry. I absolutely I love it”. Harry seemed embarrassed but satisfied as he smirked at you.

“Oh, so you’re a fan?”, Harry cockily said as he winked at you, making you suddenly feel very shy as you looked down and buried your face in his chest.

Harry must’ve known that you listened to his music, but you had never really discussed it in depth with each other. You had never really admitted that you were a fan of his.

You never told him that when you cleaned, his music filled your house. You never told him that his music was prevalent throughout your playlists. You never told him that you had bought his albums despite the fact that you knew Harry would get them for you for free. You never told him that you had cried, laughed, and sang loudly to his songs in your free time.

“And so what if I am?”, you said, teasingly, challenging Harry. You lifted your head from his chest and looked into his eyes. They seemed to be searching your eyes, looking for some trick or joke in them. You just stared at his, admiring as his pupils dilated.

“If you’re such a fan, you must have a favorite song...”, Harry teased.

“Well...I have a lot of favorites...”, you teased back.

“How about from your first listen?”, he specified. “The early listen you got? Hmm? What was a standout for you?”, he teased.

You hid your head in his shoulder, embarrassed about how you basically jumped at the opportunity when Jeff offered to let you have a listen. You could tell that Harry wasn’t mad or angry or had any hard feelings about it, but you also knew that Harry would probably never let it go if he knew what a fan of him you were.

“Umm...I liked Cherry a lot...”, you whispered into his ear. You could hear his breath hitch and you started to rub his back, trying not to freak him out.

“You don’t feel weird knowing that it’s about my ex?”, he whispered.

You immediately shook your head, “Never Harry. I never would be.”

You heard him audibly let out a sigh. You giggled a bit as you separated from him, holding his hands instead as you looked at him.

“It’s just such a beautiful song about love and exes and loving too hard and heartbreak and seeing them with a new person and-It’s so good Harry”, you said as you looked at where your hands were linked.

“You don’t think it’s pathetic?”, he asked shyly.

“Isn’t that the point of it?”, you said as you raised your head up to see him. He still had his head down, looking guilty and embarrassed. You came up to him and hugged him, placing your head on his shoulder.

“I love you so, so, so unbelievably much Harry. I don’t care if every song you release is about someone else, as long as I know that you’re as in love with me as I am with you right now.”

Harry pushed you softly off of him and you looked into his red-rimmed eyes.

“I am so in love with you, Y/N. You make every day of my life better. You make me feel so comfortable and loved and special even when I come home from work late and complain about things that are so stupid and petty you still listen. I love when we get to spend the night together and you lay on my chest while we watch romcoms. I love when you let me take care of you when you come home from work and let me make dinner and make a bath for you. I love you so much I can’t believe that we only met a few months ago and-I was going to save this for our one year anniversary, but I can’t wait any longer-will you marry me, Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N?”. He said as went down on one knee, slipped a red velvet box out of his jacket, and opened it to reveal a gorgeous ring.

You felt your heart beat so fast as you put your hands over your mouth. He looked expectantly up at you, eyes watery, yours probably no better. You swallowed hard, finally letting out a small “Yes.”

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pairings: Sub! Kaminari Denki x Dom! FemReader

warnings: characters in this story are 18+, crackfic if you squint, sharing of risqué pictures, phone sex, mutual masturbation, porn with a plot basically dom yn, sub denki

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You stretched your arms behind your back. After a long day of paperwork, you were tired. You bent your fingers one by one until they released that satisfying ‘pop’ sound. Relaxing yourself in your chair you reach for your phone. You go through your social media, text a few friends and then your eyes fall onto boyfriend’s contacts.

Kaminari Denki or better know as Chargebolt. The aspiring Pro-Hero who graduated from U.A and now the 23 year old was on his journey to becoming a memorable hero. But right now, he was on his bed resting. The blonde had been hit by an energy draining quirk which made it impossible to do athletic tasks. He was advised to rest and that’s what he had been doing for the past three days.

Dankie

You[23:31]:

You[23:31]: hOWS my FAV BOI DOINGGG ???????????????

Dankie[23:31]: >:(

Dankie[23:31]: traitor ass biTCH

You[23:32]: DENKI LMFAO I SAID I WAS SORRY SILHAKD

Dankie[23:32]: u didnt come visit me today:'''(

You[23:32]: yeah,sorry about that:(((if u werent so fucking clumsy i wouldnt be stuck doing extra hours of EXTRA paperwork>:(

Dankie[23:32]: gO GET THAT BAG Y/NNIE BBIE

Dankie[23:32]: n e ways

Dankie[23:32]: ei missed juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Dankie[23:32]:

You[23:32]: didnt kiri visit tho

Dankie[23:33]: he did but :( ur better

You[23:33]: dfjhskjfd ik i am

Dankie[23:33]: playing uno with him isnt that fun cuz that bitch ALWAYS wins , u lose all the time lmfao i leik winning against u

You[23:33]:

You[23:33]: hows your injury tho bb<3

Dankie[23:33]: idk im gonna go to work like day after tommorrow

Dankie[23:34]: n e ways

Dankie[23:34]: how was your day, beautiful

You[23:34]: terrible, old hag keeps piling me up with work.i dont get paid enough to deal with her shit

You[23:34]: i stg gonna murder her one day.

Dankie[23:34]: awwww my poor ynnie here have a picture of your beautiful boyfriend to light up ur day:)

You[23:35]: its 11 in the night denki

Dankie[23:35]: just let me have this one thing please,

Dankie[23:35]: I HAVE A PICTUER SOMEWHERE IN MY GALLERY WAIT lOOK

Dankie[23:35]: admit it,u ken not resist ur beautiful boyfriend

You were about to text out a sarcastic reply, your fingers hovering over the send key when you noticed Denki had sent a disappearing photo.

Dankie[23:35]: [image8166.jpeg]

You press your thumb over the button to view it in full size,

probably one of his dumbass selfies again

you thought to yourself.

“The fuck!?” you almost scream, eyes blown wide at the sight.

Before you knew it you were confronted by the sight of a dick, his hand wrapped around it resting against his abdomen, spurts of cum decorating the head of his cock and onto his flushed body.

It looked so inviting, so hard and sexy waiting to be played with. It turned you on.

You gulped as you took it all in.

In all honesty the sight made your mouth water, your tongue reaching out to wet you lips as your breathing quickened, your core heating with arousal. Your thoughts running wildly as you inspect the picture, fingers trembling ever so slightly as you work your fingers to quickly take a screenshot of the picture

Dankie[23:35]: u still there yn?

Dankie[23:35]: o shit.yn im so SORRY

Dankie[23:36]:SHIT SHIT IM SO SORRY YN I DIDNT MEAN TO MY FINGER SLIPPED FUCKFUCK IM SO SORRY I UNDERSTAND IF YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE

Oh Fuck!

Sucking his lips into his mouth, fear took over his senses as he realized that you were about to receive his nude out of nowhere.

nonononononono nO! This couldn't be happening. No!'

Denki quickly pressed the power off button at least eight times, hoping that would change something, but he knew very well it wouldn't. His entire face flamed with embarrassment.

He opened the chat again just to check if it actually sent. Maybe he still had the chance to delete it. He was met with disappointment, the air surrounding him growing heavier, your prolonged silence was making him freak out even more DAMMIT DENKI !!

Dankie[23:36]: Y/N please say soemthing please,

The dreaded 'typing' box appeared on the bottom of the screen, he mentally prepared himself for rejection. Maybe if you ask about it, he could just pretend he didn’t know what you were talking about. Fuck, how did he manage to fuck up this bad?Just then, the sound of his notification stirred him from his thoughts, indicating a reply from you. He reached for the phone,

You[23:37]: that’s a pretty dick, denki

You[23:37]: mommy would love to play with it.

OH My God. Denki internally screamed. He did not know what he was expecting. Granted you both had started going out just recently, a slip up like that was bound to set you off. He expected you being reluctant about the situation and brushing it of.

He thought of what he should reply and stared texting. His fingers smashed against the keyboard as butterflies danced in his stomach. He could feel himself get hard.

Dankie[23:37]: you’re making me horny, mommy

You[23:37]: fuck, you’re such a naughty boy

You[23:37]: tell me how badly you want me.

Dankie[23:38]: please, my dick is so hard for you right now. I can’t think straight.

Denki’s heart beat quickens whilst he wait for you to reply. His hand slips down his sweats as he starts palming his cock through the cotton of his sweats.

You[23:38]: you like it when mommy talks to you like this, don’t you babyboy?

Dankie[23:38]: yes i do. please don’t stop

You[23:38]: you think you can send these pictures and not face consequences?

You[23:38]: is this turning you on?

Dankie[23:38]: yes. goddamn.

It was a moment before he responded and when he did, he sent an image. Upon opening it, your throat dries out. You see the outline of his erection through his boxers you gulp again as your eyes feast on the main focus of the picture. It made your pussy throb. You couldn’t stop staring, not even when another loud 'ping' sounded through the room.

Dankie[23:39]: Oh God, please fuck me.

You[23:39]: are you teasing me?

Dankie[23:39]: ...what if I am?

Dankie[23:39]: y/n i want you so bad. are you alone right now?

You[23:39]: yes i am.

You[23:39]: such a little slut, aren’t you?

Dankie[23:39]: yes, only for you

Dankie[23:40]: God, you're good at this.

His fingers were pressing the ‘call’ button before he processed his move, thick arousal mixed with frustration clouded his thoughts. His hand palming himself through his boxers and his leg bouncing up and down in anticipation as his phone rang for you.

Your phone lit up with an incoming call.

“Hey, babyboy,” you spoke as soon as he picked up, teasing him. Your voice sultry and low making Denki gulp. The dirty talk was really getting him going.

“Just hearing my voice has gotten you so bothered, huh?” you smirk, feeling your nipples hardening and poking through the fabric of your work shirt

“I'm so lonely and needy right now-” He shyly admitted, “I need you so bad.” finding himself blush bashfully for you. Flattered and embarrassed at his blunt confession, but still desperate for you. He could hear your breathing on the other side of the phone, it was quick, excited. You heard him take in a deep breath; you could almost see the pink painting his cheeks.

“You’ve been a naughty boy, sending me pictures like that. Tell me when did you take it? Who were you thinking of when you touched yourself?” you rasp into the phone making him gasp.

God, this was like a dream

“It was for you! Everything, You!” He sounded desperate, clinging to release as his member throbbed harder. Biting down on his lower lip, inching to hear your commanding voice over the static.

“Is that so? Well, I am flattered.” Denki smiled to himself hearing the praise. “But, do you seriously think you should be allowed to cum? After all, you touched yourself like a shameless whore. Not to mention, without my permission?”

Denki’s smile fell as he started mumbling apologizes into the phone. He promised he’d never do anything like that ever again. Please, just let him cum.

“You heard me,” You taunted, “Bad boys don’t deserve mommy’s help.” you say, your voice faking disinterest. “Please.” he begged pathetically. Trying to convince you to help him out.

“Please help me cum.”

“Really?” You scoff, a teasing smirk appearing on your lips. “You seem to be doing just fine on your own.” apologies come rushing over the phone, “No, no, please! I’ll be good. I’ll be a good boy! I’ll do anything!” he pants, biting the corner of his lip as his hand hovered over his erect shaft. “P-Please, Mommy!’’

You bit back a whine as you clench your thighs together “Okay,” you start, voice as smooth as silk. “Why don’t you reach down and touch yourself for me? Make yourself feel good,”

Denki relishes as hearing your command. He quickly puts the caller on speaker and places it on the stool next to his bed. His fingers pull his sweats down to his thigh, his boxers soon following. His hard cock rest against his stomach, the tip flushed and angry; pre-cum leaking from the slit. His right hand firmly grasp it while his left reaches for his phone.

He moans your name as he pumps his cock using the pre-cum as lube, he hisses and groans lost in utopia until he hears your voice again. “You don’t get to cum until I tell you to.” you smirk at him failing to stifle his whimpers, clenching his eyes shut as he took a deep, steadying breath before he responding. “Okay, Mommy.” he blushes, submitting himself to you.

Taking the base of his length into his hand, putting the phone closer to his mouth so you could hear his heavy breathing as he traced a finger along the vein decorating his shaft, he moans softly feeling sparks of pleasure erupting throughout his body. Moving his thumb to his drenched tip, vigorously rubbing himself the way you had instructed him to — the action making him crazy, Denki didn't even try to hold back the moans erupting from his mouth as he fucked his hand, wishing it was you.

“You sound so good jerking off to Mommy’s voice.”

“Feels good, huh, babyboy?” you ask. He hums nodding his head. “Feels so damn good.” His hand leaves his dick, coming up to his mouth and spitting on it. Using spit as lube as he began to rub himself, hips bucking against his hand; whimpering your name as his back arches up slightly, the pre-cum and spit making it easier to move his hand quicker moaning and hearing you doing the same. He could hear your breathing get heavier,the anticipation of you masturbating too made his even harder if that were possible.

“There’s a good little slut.” you say with a normal, leveled voice while he struggled on the other side of the phone. You listen to him jerk off, pumping his shaft and moaning out your name. Hearing him pump his cock up and down, you pictured his sitting on his bed, flushed face hand stroking his cock cum oozing out of his slit. Maybe you’ll ask him to lick it up later.

“Are you wet, Mommy?” His voice is soft followed by heavy breathing. “So wet. You have no idea.” your raspy voice filled the empty room.

“I want to taste your pussy, Y/N.” he moaned into the phone. You slip your hand down over your clothed cunt, rubbing against your swollen clit. “Is that so, Denki? Wouldn't you like that? Me sitting on your face? You can eat all you want.”

“God, your pussy sounds so good.” Denki moaned as you adjust the phone closer. “Oh fuck, Denki!" you moan as you sunk down onto your fingers. The scent of sweat and lust lingered through his nose, he scrunched his eyes shut and his head pressed back into his pillow. His mouth was gape open, breathing heavily as he moaned loudly into the phone. “Shit. Mommy." he cursed.

“Mommy, I need your pussy.” you hear him beg, “W-wanna feel it a-around me. Milking my cock s-so good, wanna f-fuck you until you scream,” he speaks between choked moans. You wonder how he’s gotten so bold. “I would fuck your tight pussy so good.” you don’t doubt him at all.

Your fingers rub against your velvety walls, your hips bucking into your hand as you rolled your clit swiftly between your nimble fingers. “I’m gonna fuck you so good once i get my hands on you, babyboy.”

Speeding up his pace, imaging your face Denki let out a growl. Imagining you hovering over his pinned body as you whispered the most dirty words into his ear while pleasuring him. “F-fuck, Y/N.” he whispered, dropping his head back against the pillows as his eyes squeezed shut, his back arching wildly. There was no way he was going to last much longer.

The familiar feeling soon washed over you, your pussy pulsing and clenching around nothing with each delicious rub of your fingers against your clit. Your heart beat fast, your body tingling from the sensation it gave you. Your nether regions throbbing in pleasure. You almost fell, your legs quivering going limp

His stomach was clenching and he knew he was going to cum any second now “Please keep talking. Just a little more, please,” he begged breathlessly, continuing his thrusts for just a little while longer to get over the edge and you did just that.

“I- I’m so close mommy. Can I c-cum?” He bits his lower lip, trying to control his breathing. “Since you've been such a good boy. You can cum, baby.” you said breathlessly.

“Thank you so much, Mommy.”

“I want to hear you while you cum, baby. I want you to feel good, I want to feel good with you.” you choke out.

You wait patiently for his response but it doesn't come. After seconds of silence, you pulls your device away from your ear only to be greeted by the dark screen.

“Oh. He hung up?” you murmur out loud, a bit sad but you decide on not to dwell on it as you slip the phone back into your pocket, figuring his battery might have given up on him. After minutes you hear you phone start buzzing.

Dankie[01:20]: Baby NO. I’M SO SORRY MY PHONE DIED

Dankie[01:20]: Y/N PLEASE SOME BACK I DIDN’T MEAN TOOO

Dankie[01:20]: Y/N PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE COME BAC

You[01:21]: im here!

Dankie[01:21]: i m so sorry my phone died

You[01:22]: did you cum?

Denki feels his cheeks heat up again.

Dankie[01:23]:

A few moments later. A video clip appeared in the chat, you opened it much too quickly.

In the video, Denki had his hand wrapped around his shaft while his other hand was palming over his balls. He pumped himself, “I’m gonna come for you, Mommy.” It appeared he had situated the phone so his entire body was captured by the camera. Your eyes traveled down to his toned body, drinking the sight in. Moan escaped his parted lips, opening his eyes and staring at the camera with playful eyes. His jaw hangs open as he finally releases all he had over his stomach, chanting a string of your name and curses.

“Fuck, I really wish you were here now.” You heard him hiss “Really wish this was your mouth instead of my hand.” he whispered, his agile fingers move swiftly as he collected the white substance and then moving his hand upto his lips. Parting his lips swirling his tongue around his digits, sucking off the creamy substance and moaning louder for you. His eyes darkened with lust and hunger as he swallowed down every last drop, moaning at the taste of his warm cum causing your breath to hitch as much as he let out a series of seductive,soft pants.

“Why don't you come here and ride my cock?”

Your walls tighten around nothing and you immediately got up, your chest heaving as you attempted to catch your breath.

You[01:43]:im coming over. gonna make sure you end up in the hospital for weeks after i'm done with you kaminari denki.

Dankie[01:44]: osiht (｡+･｀ω･´ )

Dankie[01:45]:

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novasintheroom · 4 years

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Ooooo a fresh blog! Heyo there! So, my first request is some head canons, if you write them anyway, for the each of the turtles having a s/o who is usually the purest of beans. Like— she doesn’t get angry, usually shy when meeting new people, very humble, sweet and caring— but for the first time she does it’s like she realizes she’s frustrated and mad about something that happened during the day and it’s the first time she’s expressing it. the turtles notice her come in knowing something is off about her behavior when she’s usually so cheerful. Almost like “Sometimes it just makes me so— it makes me so... so...! Angry!” But she actually gets super surprised with herself realizing she’s actually venting just to say she’s fine in the end after bottling up for so long. The turtles just looking at her and asking if she’s okay 😂 If that makes any sense.. sorry if it doesn’t.

Oooooo my first ask!! I’m so nervous and excited! I think I got the gist of what you’re getting at. Thanks for sending this in, it means a lot to me! <3

Leo

· Honestly caught off guard when you come in steaming

· Your calm and sweetness is something he loves and looks forward to – it’s hard being the firm leader in his family when everyone pushes back, so you’re a pleasant break from the arguments and sassy remarks

· Not today

· It’s loud in the lair – Raph and Mikey are doing something with a basketball and hula hoop that’s got Raph raging and Mikey screaming, Donnie’s got a power tool going on the truck, and Splinter’s Celine Dion music is blaring to drown it all out while he works on pruning his plants

· Leo’s up in the concrete rafters with a book, glancing down every other minute to make sure Raph doesn’t kill Mikey

· He would have completely missed you coming in if Mikey hadn’t thrown the ball toward the entrance

· You dodge the ball before it hits you, but instead of laughing it off like usual, you throw a dark look at his brothers and beeline toward the dojo.

· Woah, that’s weird

· Avoidance of his family = big red flag

· You didn’t even say hi to him??

· Hops down and follows, waving off Mikey’s calls to you

· Finds you in the corner of the dojo, bag thrown to the side and hands smoothing out the sand of his small zen garden

· Feels a bit awkward honestly

· Listen, he’s getting better at it, but he’s not the best at feelings

· Especially girl feelings

· He knows something’s up though, and he wouldn’t be a good beau if he just let you simmer

· Spooks you when he asks if you’re okay

· Darn those ninja skills, how is someone as big as him so silent?

· You sigh and just say you had a fight with your roommate and that it’s fine, you just needed some quiet before you went to his family

· Okay, coolcoolcool. He can work with this. He and Raph fight all the time! “What was the fight about?”

· Cue explosion

· “She doesn’t pay her part of the bills on time, and she has her boyfriend over constantly and I can hear them through the walls when they’re screwing because the stupid cheap apartment has stupid cheap thin walls, and she leaves her dishes everywhere even when I ask her to not be a slob, and the landlord is getting after me for her rent when– “

· W o w

· He didn’t think you knew any swear words, but the names you’re calling your roommate would make even Raph blush

· Your rant goes on and on

· Anytime he tries to suggest a solution you get angry at him like why can’t he just listen omg

· He shuts up quick

· Somewhere in the process he sat down and your head moved to his lap while you laid all your problems out

· By the time you’re finished your chest is heaving and it’s been an hour

· Leo’s scared to say something in case you go off again lmao

· He just plays with your hair and hums while you calm down

· Finally you look at him with wide eyes, “Wow, geez, I didn’t think I was that mad.”

· He can’t help but laugh, “Me neither.”

· Your smile is back, though, and that’s the best thing he’s seen all day

· “You feeling better now?”

· You say yes, and give him a good hug and kiss as thanks for his patience

· He asks you to come to him if things start building up again

· Seriously, start talking to him – I don’t think the poor guy can handle another explosion like that lol

Raph

· Raph knows anger

· Does he know how to deal with it? Ehhh that’s hit-and-miss

· But he knows it

· So seeing your tense shoulders, clenched fists, grinding teeth when you walk in – he knows you’re angry

· It’s a bit off-putting tbh – you’re the calm to his rage, the quiet touch to wind him down when something gets under his skin

· What happened to make his quiet girl so mad?

· Did someone say something about your family?

· Or something about your outfit?

· Did a skeevy guy try to touch you?

· Did someone try to kiss you?

· Okay, now he’s getting mad

· Decides to take a page from Splinter’s book and pulls you aside to talk

· “What’s the matter?”

· You pull at your sleeves, looking anywhere but him

· You just mumble you’re fine, and that you’re hungry and try to move to the kitchen

· Nuh-uh, that don’t work with him

· Catches you by the arm and gives you a look, “Somethin’s bothering you, and you’re gonna tell me what it is.”

· “And what if I don’t wanna talk about it?”

· “Tough luck.”

· Your glare could curdle milk, but you don’t say anything

· Alright, you wanna play it that way? He’s got three brothers he grew up with; he can get it out of you.

· Hauls you up and tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and takes you to his workout station

· Ignores your screams of outrage and the beating fists on his shell

· They’re like little kitten paw pats; he can’t help but smile at how small you really are

· When he sets you down in front of a world-weary punching bag, he crosses his arms and waits

· You’re red faced and snarling. “What are you doing?”

· He raises a fist, and gives the bag a good punch – “That’s for when Mikey backwashed into my water bottle today.” He throws another punch, “And that’s for Donnie’s stupid snorts waking me up last night,” and another, “and now I’m back on Mikey’s backwash!”

· He stops the bag’s swaying and gestures for you to take a turn

· Realization dawns in your eyes. You look at your fist and throw a pathetic punch at it. “That’s…for my fifth plant…dying this week?”

· He almost laughs, but nods encouragement

· You punch again. “That’s for whoever stole my lunch out of the fridge at work.”

· And again. “And for those kids who spit on that homeless guy!”

· And again. “And for Gina’s face when she made fun of my teeth!”

· Punch after punch, you let out your anger and frustrations that boiled over today

· Raph’s impressed – not just with how much crap happened to you, but how long you held it in

· You’re a lot stronger than he gave you credit for

· He’s also a bit freaked at seeing the rage in your eyes

· Is that what others see when he comes at them?

· Yeesh

· You feel a lot better after the session, if sheepish for letting so much anger show

· But he brushes it off, “Hey, you see how I am. It don’t bother me none, sweetheart.”

· He pinches your butt for good measure as you walk back to the lair and laughs when you punch him in the arm

Donnie

· The one that takes the longest to realize something’s up

· He can’t help it! He’s busy making sure his family is safe and hidden! He’s gotta keep the firewall up-to-date from all the new viruses being put out, check the perimeter lasers so that no one sneaks up on them, change the oil in the Turtle Tank, and why is the computer sparking over here, he needs to ask Raph or Leo to come with him to get new parts at the junkyard, but if he –

· Bumps into you and is like ‘oh. how’d you get in here’

· Delighted to see you though! It’s like all his worries suddenly vanished when he realized ‘oh yeah! I have a girlfriend!’ and that’s you!

· Missed you a lot since it’s been a few days since you could visit

· Starts showing you all of the progress he’s made on certain things, asks you how school’s going, how was that group project you had, did you get that interview for work?

· It’s your clipped and short answers that finally makes him take a step back and really see how you’re doing

· You’ve always been enthusiastic about his inventions, even if you don’t completely understand every technical thing he talks about. He thought you guys were past the awkward conversations too.

· Clipped answers are a big no-no – it makes him shrink inside, like his words and ideas don’t matter

· Takes a few seconds to look you over – awkward seconds, ones where you look down and away and not at him

· “Are you alright? Did…something happen?”

· You take a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself, but then the words just start pouring out: “I’m sorry, it’s just, I can’t stop thinking about how my supervisors treated me the past few days. They scheduled me to work a triple shift! Without asking me! And I told them I had a date with you, and a million other things to do, but – “

· You lay it out for him, apologizing every other minute for just putting this on him out of the blue, that you tried really hard to be happy coming to the lair but your boss just text you that you have another shift tonight instead of getting to hang out with Donnie, and –

· Donnie sits you both down in a couple of chairs, his hands holding your own as you keep talking and venting

· Rubs circles into your palm, eyes never straying from your own watery and frustrated ones

· A breath out of the nose is the end to your rant, and you lean to put your head on his shoulder. “I just hate when people spring things on me! I just wanna stay with you and hand you tools to work on stuff.”

· His heart warms at this, even if he’s sad at how sucky your job is

· And it gives him an idea

· He manages to hack into your work’s scheduling system and put your supervisors or fellow employees in your place for the night

· Even sends out a text masked as your head boss to whoever he put, letting them know they’re on the job and that you had an emergency

· You’re torn on this – those people had things they had to do too

· But Donnie reassures you: “If they’re as bad as you say, then getting more people mad at them might just make them change. If not, we at least get to have our date night, right?”

· Well, when you put it that way…

· He gets a big, long smooch for pulling it off and for listening to you

Mikey

· Listen, this boy is intuitive when it comes to emotions.

· He kinda has to be with the type of older brothers he has lmao

· Instantly knows something’s up by the sound of your feet coming down the tunnels – heavy, like you want to stomp them but don’t know how

· He’s geared up though – his baby girl’s coming!

· Hops off the couch and has the biggest grin for you when you walk in

· Doesn’t even falter when he sees the glower on your face

· Says something stupid to test the waters – “Woah, babe, I’m gonna have to call the cops – I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to be as fine as you are!”

· Not even a smirk.

· Okay okay. Obvi you’re not in a happy mood.

· Man, he was hoping for a little blush at least!

· Takes that heavy bag off your shoulders you’ve been lugging around all day and corrals you back to the couch

· Grabs some sodas and a few chocolate bars from his hidden stash in the kitchen

· He knows you need it more than him right now

· Sits down and calls out to the lair that “we’re making out on the couch!!” Def keeps his family from coming in and interrupting lol

· Isn’t even phased when you explode about your day – your coworker had it out for you, your professor told the whole class that your paper was what not to do if you wanted a good grade, etc. etc.

· Mikey accents your day with “No!” and “He didn’t!” and ��What a jerk!”

· It’s cathartic to hear someone agree with you like that

· He takes you in his arms when the frustrated tears start falling and you start to wind down

· “It just makes me so angry, and I hate feeling embarrassed and…”

· Rubs circles on your back to help calm you, just like his family did to him growing up

· After a minute you’re better, and back to your sweet, happy self, if still a bit stuffy from the tears and snot

· You’re surprised and apologize for your emotions, but he stops you

· “Hey, everyone has their bad days! Sometimes you just gotta let it out, y’know?”

· You give him a big kiss for being so sweet

· Makes the day a lot better after that with the soda and candy and some video games

· He’s a good turt <3

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arumin-arureruto · 3 years

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Honeytea Pt 3

Kyoya X Fem reader, Hikaru x Fem reader, Kyoya Angst, Hikaru slowburn

warnings: none

word count: 1.4k

songs to listen while reading: Your Power by Billie Eilish

(no pictures cuz there wasn't really any imagery this chapter <3)

“Hey my house is just a 5 minute drive from here, we could go there if you wanna talk more in private.”

The statement caught you more off guard than it should have, deep deep down it would be nice talking to Hikaru in a more private setting but you knew you couldn’t.

“Oh” was all that you could get out, you looked down to the floor quickly trying to think of something to say. “I’m sorry It’s just that... I’m a married woman and that would be improper for me to do-”

“Oh no no no I completely understand, I’m sorry that was inappropriate of me to offer.” you could see the heat rushing to his face as he turned a slight crimson shade. There was an awkward silence for a couple seconds, then you decided to speak up.

“There’s a park not too far from here, remember the one we used to go to all the time? it’s probably not as crowded by now since most people are at work so we could talk there” As you said that you could see Hikaru’s face lighten up. “Alright let’s go then”

You both walked to the park in a pleasant silence, a slight summer breeze leaving your legs feeling a little cold. You didn’t realize how much you missed your high school life at Ouran till you got a little taste of it as you hung out with Hikaru, all those memories flooding back hit you out of nowhere.

When you finally got to the park you decided to just sit under a tree since the sun was burning your skin and there were no free benches. You sat down and braced yourself for the inevitable questions that were to come.

“Are you ok? You look like your wind went somewhere else” You didn’t even realize you zoned out a bit, the feeling of nervousness was growing in your stomach and your mouth felt dry. “I’m fine” Hikaru looked at you, tilted his head and smiled “You’re not one to lie y/n, don’t start now”

Wow, he saw right through you. You mumbled out an apology and started picking at the grass thinking of something to say. Before you could say anything Hikaru spoke up. “I’m 99% sure I already know what yesterday was about but I can tell this is a sensitive topic for you so how about instead of just getting straight into it I ask you some questions to ease into it?” To be honest that would be easier, you agreed and prepared yourself for the first question.

“Ok so first things firsts, when you called me yesterday were you crying?”

ok that’s easy

“yeah I was”

“where you hurt mentally, physically or emotionally?”

“emotionally”

“Did you lose someone?” he asked that question with a gentleness in his voice that made you want to cry.

“No, I didn’t lose anyone”

“Ok, were you crying because you were mad or because you were sad?”

“honestly I think it was both” you laughed but more out of nervousness than amusement.

“Were you crying because you were angry at someone?”

“partially yeah”

“were you angry at Kyoya?”

bingo.

“yeah” you could hear your heart pounding.

“So my guess was correct” Hikaru sounded proud of himself for being able to read you so easily.

“What gave it away?” You were genuinely curious. To the world you and Kyoya were the perfect couple, never bickering in public, always all lovey dovey etc.

“How do I explain it, if the problem didn’t involve Kyoya you would’ve gone to him. But since you came to me I assumed he was the problem” he said as a matter of fact.

That was pretty spot on to be honest, Hikaru had always had a talent for reading people.

“Either way, do you wanna talk about what’s going on between you guys?”

You kinda did but you also kinda didn’t in a way. Complaining to another man about your husband wasn’t right even if it was to your best friend of years. But on the other hand talking to someone about everything that has been going on could feel liberating since you’ve been keeping all of it to yourself for a while. Even if you did open up to Hikaru, what exactly would you tell him? That your husband didn’t wanna spend time with you? you weren’t a whiny high schooler anymore-

“Helloooo? earth to y/n? you zoned out again”

Hikaru’s face leaned close to you trying to get your attention, wind blew and you could smell his cologne.

“right right i’m sorry I don’t know what’s going on with me today” this was getting embarrassing.

“This is a sensitive topic so it’s normal if you feel nervous, if you don’t wanna talk about it we don’t have to”

You pondered on the decision for a minute. Maybe Hikaru could tell you if you were being too sensitive or maybe he had some advice, talking to him wouldn’t hurt.

“No it’s fine I wanna talk about it, you have to promise to tell me if i’m being too dramatic ok? because honestly I don’t know if i’m being unreasonable or not”

Hikaru raised his right hand “I promise even though I don’t believe that’s the case”

Ok. You took a deep breath in.

“Truth is, for the past couple months I've been feeling lonely, Kyoya leaves and spends all day working and we don’t really spend any quality time together. I know that the honeymoon phase doesn’t last forever but I was hoping I would at least get to interact with my husband” The words came out of your mouth without you being able to control them. This was embarrassing, what if he thought you were being whiny? maybe you were just overreacting.

“I don’t think you’re whiny and I don’t think you’re overreacting ”

You didn’t realize you had been thinking out loud, was Hikaru just trying to not hurt your feelings?

“You don’t have to lie to me, I know Kyoya is a busy man and I should just learn to cope. For Christ’s sake I’m a 23 year old woman not some lovesick school girl, I should know how to control my emotions by now.” The uneasy feeling you had grew in your stomach and you could feel tears starting to form.

Honestly you looked pathetic right now, crying because your husband was busy.

“The feeling of wanting to feel loved doesn’t go away with age, just because you’re an adult now doesn’t mean you deserve to feel lonely.” Hikaru said quietly, his words made you lose your train of thought.

“Huh?”

“The feeling of wanting to feel loved doesn’t go away with age, just because you’re an adult now doesn’t mean you deserve to feel lonely.” This time he spoke more clearly and you could understand what he was saying, but honestly they didn’t help that much.

“Maybe you’re right, but even then what am I supposed to do? I crave Kyoya like he’s a drug and he only gives me enough affection to give me a little taste and that gets me even more hooked” you were starting to sound obsessessive but it’s how you truly felt.

Hikaru went quiet and he seemed like he was trying to piece together a puzzle, after a few seconds his expression turned sour. Oh no, he got fed up with your whining, you should leave.

“This was a bad idea I should leave-”

“Y/n have you ever thought that maybe Kyoya is doing this to have control over you?”

“Excuse me?” no, Kyoya would never do this.

“He knows that he’s your weakness and he uses that to his advantage, like you said he only gives you a little affection to keep you hooked”

“Why would he do that?” kyoya would have nothing to gain by having control over you, it’s not like you were rich or possessed many assets, you went to ouran on a scholarship with haruhi.

“It’s Kyoya we’re talking about, to him he HAS to have control over everything, it’s what makes him feel safe. “

Nothing made sense, true Kyoya was kind of a control freak but he would never want to control you, his own wife right?

“Even if that is true, which I don't think it is, what the hell am I supposed to do?” your voice was starting to get loud.

Hikaru fell backwards and went from sitting to lying on the grass, he took a deep breath and went quiet.

“Ignore him”

“Excuse me?” what the hell was Hikaru talking about

“Ignore Kyoya”

“And good would that do?”

“Honestly? I don’t know, but you could see his reaction and see if his behavior changes”

That was possibly the worst advice you had ever gotten, but you were intrigued.

“That’s a horrible idea. How should I do it?”

A/N

since I spent so many weeks without posting I promise i’ll try to get a the very least one chapter a week out

#kyoya senpai #ohshc #kyoya ootori #ouran high school host club headcannons #ouran high school host #ohshc hikaru #hikaru hitachiin #hikaru x reader #kyoya x reader #ohshc kyoya #ouran kyoya

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with-love-anu · 4 years

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Not meant to be (3)

PAIRING: Sirius Black x Reader

Series Masterlist

You sat in a quiet place in the library after collecting all the books you thought might be useful for the charms project. There was a tap on your shoulder and you turned to see Sirius looking at you.

“Sirius, oh hi! You’re early.” You said pointing at the time. Sirius shrugged sitting down beside you.

You looked down at the blank parchment. You didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t look at him for longer than two seconds. He made you nervous.

“(Y/n), I wanted t-“ Sirius started but was interrupted as Remus came in. Sirius clenched his eyes shut. Just the time when he had the courage to finally speak to you.

You three worked quietly on the project for the next few hours. You were mildly surprised when you saw Sirius giving in amazing ideas and you beamed at him. You realized what you were doing and immediately averted your gaze. You couldn’t. Not when he denied having a soulmate, not when he refused to acknowledge you. But would it be so bad? Forgetting about the whole thing for a moment? Your heart thumped in your chest as you continued to write down on the parchment.

Sirius heart swale when you looked at him brightly only to be deflated when you looked away. He wanted to you to look at him like that. It made him want to dance.

“So, today was productive.” Remus said as you all wrapped up.

“It was.” You said smiling.

“Care to join me and Sirius for a trip to the kitchens?” Remus said as your eyes widened slightly. In the kitchens with Sirius?

“Umm.”

“I promise it’s gonna be amazing. Please?” Remus said with such a face that you just couldn’t refuse. And Sirius’s eyes sparkled with hope too, but you didn’t want to admit that it was the reason you finally said yes. It definitely wasn’t.

“Okay.”

***

You all sat down on a small table as the cheerful elves asked what you all wanted.

“Have you ever been to another country?” Remus asked as you smiled taking a bit of the excellent sandwich the elves made.

“Yes, Bali. It’s so beautiful there. It’s calm and serene. The people there lead simple lives and well the trip was amazing.”

“Tell me more.” Remus asked

You launched into a funny story of having monkeys’ jump on your back in the forest at Seminiyak. And somewhere in between all the chat and the laughter you forgot about the whole soulmate thing. Sirius made you happy like no other. His jokes weren’t all childish but consisted of witty and cheeky replies. You couldn’t help the tears that fell as you rolled out grinning.

Sirius reveled in your laughter and everything you told about yourself. He loved that you opened up, if only a little. He realized all of a sudden how thirsty he was to know more about you, your laughter, the way you would wriggle your eyebrows after making a dirty joke. He felt… happy and… free.

“No, you didn’t” Sirius said in between laughs as you grinned.

“Yes I did. I may not seem to strong, but I am.”

“It’s not about strength per say,” Sirius said smiling at you. “It’s about how you didn’t think about yourself first and I think that’s a wonderful thing.”

Your heart thumped at his words. You couldn’t look away. His eyes shone like silver in the light provided by the fire and you felt yourself falling for them. You blinked and gave him a small smile looking away.

“It’s late. I should go now.” You said getting up.

Sirius nodded slowly. He wanted to whine like a child to stop you. He bit the inside of his cheek. He couldn’t.

“Saturday?” he asked looking at you.

“Saturday.”

***

The more you met Sirius, the more you liked him. His smirk, his laugh, the real one when his head would fall back and those stormy eyes would crinkle, when he looked as innocent as a child. You couldn’t help yourself. He was like a magnet drawing you near. You seemed to always almost forget about the mark you hid yourself each day. If this was the closest you could get to Sirius, maybe you’d take this. Because it felt better than nothing. Because you somehow couldn’t stay away. Because your days felt blue when he didn’t smile at you. Because of the unexplainable craving you felt to talk to him, to tell him everything that probed you.

Sebastian noticed this. Of course he did. He wanted to stop you, he really did. But then, he started seeing Sirius, the supposed ‘playboy’ constantly sneak glances at you. Having this huge loopy smile after you even so glimpsed at him. Not even looking at anyone except you. Sirius had stopped flirting around. And Sebastian couldn’t. Because maybe Sirius deserved another chance and maybe because you needed that too.

It was Wednesday. Your walk had a little skip to it and you went towards the library. You saw Remus but there was no sign of Sirius. Your face fell a little.

“Oh hi, (Y/n). Ummm… I don’t think Sirius would come today so it’s going to be just you and me.” Remus said and you frowned.

“Why?”

“He’s not in the right place.” Not in the right place?

“Why, what happened?” you asked and Remus sighed.

“Don’t tell anyone else, okay? Sirius has the shittiest of all parents. They are basically his biggest bullies. He got in a letter today. I could only imagine what filthy words it contained.”

You didn’t know that. You never knew he would be going through something like this. He was always this cheerful and lighthearted person.

“Do you know where he might be?”

“Possibly near the black lake.” Remus said and you gave him an apologetic smile.

“Can we do this next time? I want to talk to Sirius.”

Remus nodded and bit back a smile. “Sure.”

As Remus saw you go out of the library he sighed. Maybe there was still hope for you two after all.

***

You went towards the black lake and saw him sitting under a tree.

“Sirius.” You called out when you were near. He looked at you and you saw how red his eyes were. His face was pale and you felt all happiness suck out of you.

“(Y/n) I’m sorry but I am really not in the mood to study today.” He said and you nodded.

“Don’t worry, I wanted to just talk.” You said as Sirius shut his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m really not in mood for that too.” He quipped. You didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t possibly leave him alone. You sat down beside him noiselessly and looked over to the lake. Sirius looked at you in question and sighed when you didn’t say anything watching the lake’s water ripple. You did not know how time passed. The wind stroked your face and you could hear the distant mumbling of students. You did not want to force Sirius into telling you anything. You saw how he was depressed he was and wanted to offer him support and Sirius respected that.

“Am I really pathetic?” Sirius said out of the blue, sucking in a breath and you looked at him. “I’m sorry, I just-“

“No, you’re not. And I’m not saying this because I was compelled to, but because it’s true.”

“Well mother dearest, certainly doesn’t agree.” He said waving the letter and letting out a dry laugh.

“May I see?” you asked and he handed you the letter. You head zoomed as you read the absolutely disgusting letter you couldn’t believe someone could send, especially his parents.

“Sirius, you know that not a word of this is true, right?”

“According to you.”

“No, according to everyone. Every freaking person who may have met you, if only for a minute.” You gestured to the letter. “Not a word of this is true. This. This is something not meant even for the most gruesome of monsters. And you’re one of the most lovable people around.”

“Loveable, yeah.” He scoffed and you started to realize that maybe Sirius wasn’t the confident person he keeps up to be. You cupped his face and made him look at you. His eyes widened and his heart beat faster. He saw the soft expression you gave him and his heart melted.

“Sirius, you are. You really are. I have a hard time believing someone like that could be your parents. You’re intelligent, witty and an outstanding person overall. Just because they don’t acknowledge it doesn’t mean you aren’t. Stop trying to fit in their narrow structure of mind. You don’t need to. And I am not lying. I promise.”

Sirius bit back the tears. You looped an arm around his shoulder rubbing his side. He took in a shaking breath and looked at you.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

You shook your head.

“Why do you contain yourself so much? Why do you hide your emotions?” you asked and he let out a dry laugh.

“Because people don’t like seeing that. People don’t like seeing a sad broken person.” He murmured. You raised your eyebrows.

“Well, you’re not a thing to look at. You’re human and humans are allowed to have emotions. I would much rather have you full of life and the extremist of emotions than a puppet with none.” Sirius didn’t say anything just looked straight ahead. And yet again, you couldn’t decide what to do. He couldn’t possibly think that. You stood up.

“Come on, come with me.” You said giving him your hand.

“Where?” he looked at you questioningly.

“Just come.”

You took him with you to your favorite part of the forest. You smiled as he looked around in awe.

“This. This is my peace heaven. I come here to scream, to shout, just be an angry brat and vent.” You said and Sirius raised his eyebrows in question.

“It helps, you know, it really does, screaming out loud.” You said as you finally saw a small smile play on his lips. “And you’re gonna do just that.”

Sirius widened his eyes.

“No, no I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“(Y/n), come on I’m not gonna shout like a bloody maniac.”

“No, you’re gonna scream at the top of your lungs like a complete and utter idiot just like I do. Come on, together” Sirius looked at you as if you had grown two heads. He eventually saw that you weren’t kidding around. He took in a deep breath.

“Fine.” He uttered.

You smiled, performing some silencing spells and counted to 3. You shouted loudly but Sirius didn’t. His voice was hardly louder than for a normal conversation.

“Come on, Sirius you could do better.” You said.

He shouted louder yet, it wasn’t enough.

“That’s pathetic, Sirius. You need to scream. Together, yeah?”

You both shouted louder.

“Louder.”

Sirius huffed. He wanted to do it, he took a deep breath.

“LOUDER.”

Sirius screamed. His cry pierced through your ears and your stomach twisted as you saw the tears that he finally let go. He screeched and cried and shouted you felt yourself tear up too. You saw how much pent up emotions he had. You went towards him rubbing your hands on his sides consoling him. He took in gulps of air as he finally stopped. He looked at you and snorted, sniffing.

“Why are you crying?” he asked and you blinked.

“Huh?”

He smiled a little and wiped away the tears you didn’t know had formed.

“Thank you, I needed that.” He said and you gave him a small smile.

The two of you spent the evening just talking and laughing. Sirius hadn’t felt this good in a very long time. He felt lighter. And the fact that you didn’t bring up his breakdown again warmed up his heart. He felt connected with you. He realized he had come to really like you. It was way more than just likeness, but he didn’t have the strength to admit that just yet.

A/N: My deerest peeps, we are getting closer, but don’t you for one moment think all problems are solved. Written for Riley’s ( @wreckofawriter ) Cliche Month’s Challenge. Feedback is very much appreciated, it makes me and my work better each day ;)

#sirius #sirius x reader #sirius black #sirius black x reader #padfoot #sirius imagine #marauders #the marauders #marauders x reader #sirius imagiine #sirius black fanfiction #harry potter #hp #Anu writes #cliche month

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love-sapphirerose · 3 years

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Still Useless Kagome

https://www.deviantart.com/rivaanime/art/Still-Useless-Kagome-858230208

WARNING (PLEASE READ THIS KAGOME FANS): This de-motivational screenshot is anti-Kagome Higurashi. So.. if you like Kagome and want to say how stupid this is, don't you worry, I already know..ok. I repeat again if you do not like this de-motivational screenshot, please do not make offensive comments, or better yet, do not do comments, I want to avoid punishment for reporting your feedback. But if you, however, are not a fan of Kagome you are more then welcome to comment on it. XD *FINAL WARNING* If you are a fan of Kagome Higurashi I seriously advise you to stop reading any further because what you are about to read is my own personal opinion on this miserable excuse of a "heroine". There is going to be MAJOR BASHING on Kagome and her character because YES. I am not a fan of her at all and her immature childish ways. SPOILER WARNING This article might contain some spoilers so if you had not read or seen the ending to InuYasha yet I advise you to also turn away at this point at well but if you are brave enough to read on then read at your own risk. ANTI-KAGOME FANS ENJOY!! "zako", meaning "small fry", and also is a crude Japanese term that alludes to someone being worthless but also used to describe a person who can't seem to do anything right. *THE FOLLOWING ENTRY IS BASED SOLELY ON MY OWN PERSONAL OPINION AND NOT ON ACTUAL FACTS* I truly meant to post this demotivational screenshot after I watched the 1st episode of Yashahime back when it first aired on October 3rd but of course I got busy with other stuff in my life and also dealing with my ongoing battle of procrastination as well . But of course, as most you might know that when I first started watching the original series of InuYasha I was a fan of Kagome and shipped her and InuYasha but over the years and after re-watching the series a few more times I have become less and less of a fan of Kagome as just like others have, I have come to realize that she was a very petty person who was always feeling sorry for herself, getting jealous over a love triangle that was seriously downright pathetic, because she was technically jealousy over herself and couldn't seem to realize that. She manipulated her little group of ZAKOS to always take her side on everything especially when InuYasha went to see Kikyo or when he was going through a hard time that involved her. Kagome was always getting herself kidnapped or into dangerous situations where others had to put their own lives on the line to save her useless, pathetic ass. She lacked any character development in the series and also in the first episode of Yashahime, the writers have done NOTHING to turn her into a more likable character as she might be 18 years old but she still retains the maturity of a petty 15 year old girl. In the first episode of Yashahime, you think that after living there for 6 months that she would greatly approve her archery skills or reflexes to be better prepared in case of danger but when the root demon attacked the village and mistaked her for Kikyo (can't tell the difference between a woman and a pile of trash apparently) all she did was revert back to what she did when she was 15 years old and during the events with Naraku. She just stood there looking at it while she made glances at her bow and arrow that she lef to the side and frozen by fear and becoming completely helpless that the breed mare (Sango) had to end up saving her. Once again, she had to get her useless self saved by another person. When InuYasha arrived on the scene and she stated that the root demon called her "Kikyo" it was pretty obvious that she was indeed ONCE AGAIN jealous that even after 3 years she is STILL jealous of Kikyo. When she asked InuYasha what was going on he didn't really answer her or give her a proper answer and you can't seriously blame him due to her treatment of him in the past whenever he brought up Kikyo, especially the one time when he did tell her the TRUTH she still didn't trust him or believe him and made him sit over and over a few times. When they went after the root demon to save the village, Kagome told InuYasha to put her down so she could draw the demon to her he refused and then she made a smart-ass remark that he would have listened if she was Kikyo which made InuYasha stiff and Kagome commented to herself that she hit it right on the mark. Okay, that part got a huge groan of aggravation from me as that was not funny at all and really shows that Kagome has not gotten over the past at all by bringing up Kikyo like that. She then puts herself into a very dangerous situation to make the root demon reveal itself that could have seriously gotten her and InuYasha killed (not that I care if Kagome dies, but InuYasha; definitely not). Then after it was all over her and InuYasha talk about what happened and she goes onto to say that she "trusts" him...(bulls**t!) then when he asks if she is angry at him she tells him "no" but then makes him sit AGAIN and goes on to say that InuYasha should trust her more...yeah right, like she is the freaking queen of trust herself. So, bascially what has happened is that just from that one episode it has only raised my hatred for Kagome just more and more. I have not been watching this sequel series but all I can tell you right now is regardless and from what a friend has told me briefly, it seems that once again Kagome's irresponsibitlity and her recklessness with her time-travelling has caught the attention of a new villian who now wants to use that time-travelling capability to rule the world that could even lead to the collapse of the time and space continuim itself. So once again Kagome's irresponsible behavior has caused a tremendous amount of a mess and brought chaos as well, not just to the people of Japan but the entire world as well. The writers are not doing their best to make anti-kagome fans like her or even feel sorry for the fact that she is missing as the only person they are worried about is InuYasha and also Rin's fate from what I heard was revealed at the end of episode 4. Once again, this sequel is nothing but crap and they could have done something different then turn it into another tragedy-story like it's predecessor. Also even after 20 years, nothing was done to improve Kagome and turn her into a more likable and responsible character at all. You think if the writers liked her they would take the time to add in some character development but just from this it seems that she is getting the "Sakura Haruno" treatment from the original series of Naruto and Naruto Shippuden. I will say this, at least they improved Sakura more in Boruto as she has shown to grow and mature after marrying and becoming a mother but Kagome...yeah...she is now the new "Sakura Haruno" from the original series. I mean I am sure at the end of the series, fans are going to find out where Kagome is as I am sure that the writers won't let her die (pity) but the only joy I can get out of this is that she didn't get to raise her daughter (shame for InuYasha though) but it seems that her daughter has actually turned out ALOT better then her mother from what I heard as she doesn't stand around like a little Miss Prissy Pants waiting for someone to save her and can actually fight too so her not being in her daughter's life was probably the best thing for her. Plus, her daughter doesn't seem to care about knowing who her mother (and sadly, her father) is at all. So in a way that is some karma in itself.

#inuyasha #anti inukag #anti kagome #anime #manga #anti yashahime #inukik #inuyasha kikyo #anti sakura

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trensu · 4 years

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Episode 49: The One with Too Much JGY and Not Enough Wangxian

Very little wangxiantics in this episode, guys, there’s like, VERY LITTLE wangxiantics

The fact that the show is bringing us down to breadcrumbs again is Homophobic

But let’s get through this!

blah blah blah jgy acts all pathetic blah blah blah lxc engages jgy in a convo blah blah

lwj has to go in and be like, bro, please, don't talk to him

and wwx is like, yeah, you literally just told jc not to talk to him, follow your own advice dude

lxc is like, hm, you make a good point...i shall continue talking to jgy regardless

jgy continues with his pity party speech and i continue not to care

BUT THEN LXC KNEELS DOWN TO SPEAK WITH JGY MORE INTIMATELY????

WTF LXC STOP THAT RIGHT NOW

lwj is like BRO

lxc is like I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING BRO

and i'm like DO YOU THO?

now he's going to question jgy and counting on him answering truthfully??

WHAT HAS HE DONE TO MAKE YOU THINK HE'LL DO ANYTHING BUT LIE, ZEWU JUN??

so we get a much less entertaining Q&A session accompanied by jgy's flashbacks

(can we go back to lwj's drunken Q&A sesh? I’d much rather question drunk!lwj than sober!jgy)

the only point i had any actual sympathy was when jgy brings up qin su and her mom bc qin su and her mother deserved better

Ooh, lxc is getting super judgy about jgy killing jgs

This is where you draw the line, lxc?? c’mon.

i mean, judge him for how he did it, sure

there was no need to involve all those innocent women in the murder

but really, killing jgs was the only good act of public service jgy did

give credit where it's due, pal.

HELL YEAH IT'S BITCH-SLAP JGY TIME AGAIN

LOL EVEN WWX AND LWJ LOOK SURPRISED THAT LXC DID THAT

oh noooo lxc is asking about jzx and oh, wwx is PISSED

Wwx grabs the front of jgy's robes and hauls him up and yells in his face “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO? SAY IT!”

cue flashback scene to jgy tricking jzx

AND NOW MY BRATTY SON IS YANKING THE FRONT OF JGY'S ROBES SCREAMING WHY? WHY? TELL ME WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO IT??

HIS VOICE IS ALL CRACKED AND HOARSE AND HE'S CRYING

I WANT TO WRAP HIM UP IN BLANKETS AND COZY THINGS AND PROTECT HIM FROM ALL THE BAD THINGS IN THE WORLD

jl collapses to his knees and my beautiful sunshine boy falls to his side and scoops him into his arms

BC WWX LOVES HIS BRATTY NEPHEW AND GOD DAMN IT, JL DESERVES HUGS AND AFFECTION

oh jgy was about to touch jl's face and i was like DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE I WILL CUT THAT HAND OFF YOU

but then he pulled away bc i am very fearsome actually wwx was glaring at him

and ofc jgy can't have people being sympathetic to anyone NOT him so he's like, what about me, huh? you never ask why I personally had to suffer!

Cue another flashback in which JGS IS A FUCKING DOUCHEBAG

I HOPE HE ROTS IN ANCIENT FANTASY CHINA HELL

HALF OF THE PROBLEMS WERE A RESULT OF HIM NOT BEING ABLE TO KEEP IT IN HIS FUCKING PANTS

ROBES

WHATEVER

ugh i hate jgy too

he's essentially telling jin ling that oh, i killed your father bc your grandfather was scum of the earth

AS IF JZX AND JL DESERVED TO SUFFER FOR JGS'S SINS

FUCK YOU JGY

suddenly jgy takes my bratty son hostage!!

wwx shouts "JIN LING" as he jerks towards his only nephew

BUT IT'S TOO LATE, jgy already has that garrote AROUND JL'S NECK

WIPE THAT SMUG SMIRK OFF YOUR FACE SU SHE

I WILL END YOU

god i need to stop threatening people, i have no ability to back it up

lol jc is like WWX YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO TAKE ALL HIS WEAPONS AWAY!!

and wwx is like I DID!

siblings always find time to bicker, even in dire situations

lwj tells them that jgy hid the garrote inside his body

bc lwj is smart and observant

but ewwww, the idea of yanking that gold string out of a vein squicks the hell out of me

yuckyuckyuck it makes my skin crawl

jgy tightens the string around my bratty son's neck and everyone freaks out, obvs

oh jc loves his nephew so much! he's all like, if you need a hostage take me instead and leave jin ling alone!!

JC IS A GREAT UNCLE, JC LOVES HIS FAMILY SO MUCH, JC DESERVES TO RECONCILE WITH HIS BROTHER AND HAVE A LOVING HAPPY FAMILY

jgy is like, nah bc of Reasons

then my sunshine boy is like, hey aren't you forgetting smth jgy? what about your loyal lackey here?

but ss is an idiot and is like, don't worry about me boss!

and jgy is all, cool thx lackey

now lxc and jgy do some more chitchat i don't care about

suddenly there is ominous knocking on the doors AND A WILD LAN SIZHUI APPEARS!!!

He got chucked into the temple like the football lol

NOW WEN NING IS HERE! HE’S COVERED WITH RESENTFUL ENERGY, CARRYING BAXIA LIKE A BADASS

Dude, for real, wn looks so cool here

letting the tip of the saber scrape ominously against the stone ground and walking with slow measured steps

and baxia is freaking glowing

nhs calls him "brother" but i'm pretty sure he knows it's not nmj and just said it to freak jgy out

wwx ofc recognizes wen ning

AHHHHHH WWX IS DOING HIS EERIE WHISTLE AGAIN, I LOVE IT WHEN HE DOES THAT

SO COOL, WWX, SO COOL!!

his brow is all furrowed when he sees wn is not reacting and he starts to whistle more earnestly

wwx: what's happening? why is wn not listening to me? could it be...?

cut to lwj, looking all serious bc hey, this is actually a serious situation

lwj: he is possessed by the blade spirit

wn roars and vaults over the distance between him and jgy with baxia raised high and it looks freaking AWESOME

lol we get a quick shot here of nhs panicking and ducking behind su she

jgy lets go of the gold string around jl's neck to flee from wn which gives wwx an opening

Wwx dives forward and wraps himself around jin ling

Then he twirls them to the side away from incoming baxia and crashes them both to the ground where they're safe

as this is happening, lwj sees his opening and draws bichen

we get a quick moment where wwx and jc are both fussing over jl, it’s super sweet!

AND THEN WE GET A SHOT OF JGY'S DISEMBODIED ARM

THE CAMERA STARTS TO TILT UPWARDS

WE SEE THE HEM OF LWJ'S PRISTINE WHITE ROBES FRAMED BY BICHEN

BICHEN HAS RIVULETS OF BLOOD STREAMING DOWN THE BLADE

THE CAMERA CONTINUES TO TILT UPWARD UNTIL WE SEE LWJ STANDING TALL, FACE GRIM AND SERIOUS AND JUST OVERALL HOLDING HIMSELF IN AN IMPOSING BADASS WAY

wwx is looking at him like HOLY SHIT LWJ

Which is a totally reasonable reaction bc holy shit lwj

HA, now jgy only has one arm

I may not be able to follow up on my threats but it is gratifying to see lwj follow through for me lololol

gross, ss is all begging for medicine to help jgy

stfu ss, nobody likes either of you two

wn's blow struck the ground and cracked it before so now he's back up doing his steady creepy walk to finish what he was going to do

lwj's brow furrows and he sits himself down, cross-legged and summons his guqin

lol i love how he summons his instrument tbh

he just wooshes his flowy sleeves and his guqin glitters into existence

it looks very Magical Girl and i appreciate that

someone needs to draw lwj in a Magical Girl outfit IMMEDIATELY

lxc gets his flute out and our lan bros do a duet to chill out the angry sword spirit

LOL WEN NING JUST STEPS ON JGY'S CHOPPED OFF ARM

DO IT AGAIN WN 😆😆😆

let me just say, i'm really enjoying watching jgy and ss cower away from the oncoming wen ning

but oh noo! jl calls out for his evil uncle and draws wn's attention and wn tries to attack him

i guess baxia senses jgy's blood on jl's robes or smth? Idk, doesn’t matter

wwx tries to do some sort of spell to stop wn but it doesn't work and in a fit of panic he yells out “WEN QIONGLIN!”

thankfully this snaps wn out of it enough that he stops baxia like, one inch from my bratty son's face

the lan bros are still doing their Magic Music thing and wn is trying to reign in baxia but baxia's pissed off so everyone’s struggling

wwx starts his whistling again and it's rattling Plot Device 3

lxc tries to stop wwx but lwj shakes his head at his brother like no, back off

wwx turns to look at lwj, lwj meets his eyes and gives him a single solemn nod

AND WWX SMILES AT HIM BC HIS SOULMATE BELIEVES IN HIS ABILITIES AND TRUSTS HIM!!!

this is the first legit proper wangxiantic moment in the whole episode, what the heck

GIVE ME MORE WANGXIAN AND LESS JGY, PLZ & THX

jc: wei wuxian!!

wwx turns to see his brother and jc FLINGS THE DEMON FLUTE AT WWX bc apparently he's been carrying chenqing around THIS WHOLE TIME??

wwx nods to him (and omg jc is helping him, this is good, this is a step in the right direction!!) and brings chenqing to his lips

we get a shot of lwj staring at wwx as wwx starts to play

and the background music starts to get SUPER INTENSE and EXCITING as wwx plays

CHENQING STARTS TO OOZE THAT SMOKY RESENTFUL MAGIC STUFF

we get a shot of JC watching wwx play and this is the softest we've seen him look at his brother since he came back from the dead

he's looking at him like it's finally hitting him that wwx is back, his big brother is alive and here and protecting him and jin ling bc that's what family is supposed to do

AND IF I CAN’T HAVE WANGXIANTICS, I WILL ACCEPT YUNMENG BROS TIME AS RECOMPENSE

oooh, Plot Device 3 starts to zoom around and we get a fun bit of camera work so it seems like we're seeing everything from Plot Device 3's perspective

which is kind of adorable for some reason???

it's just zipping along and it sees wwx and wwx guides its attention to where wn is struggling to control baxia

wwx starts to walk, getting both baxia and Plot Device 3 to follow him further into the temple

lwj sees this happening and whooshes away his guqin and follows bc he's always going to follow wwx obvs

WWX IS SO AWESOME, I LOVE WATCHING HIM WORK

EVERYBODY IS STARING AT HIM IN AWE AS THEY SHOULD BE BC MY SUNSHINE BOY IS SKILLED AS HECK

he manages to get baxia into the coffin with nmj before he starts coughing up blood

But before we can freak out about that, nhs scream in the background

so everyone runs to check out what's happening there

nhs is all SS WHY'D YOU TRY TO KILL ME OMG MY LEG IS ALL CUT UP NOW, EVERYTHING IS AWFUL, HELP HELP

and ss is like BUT I DIDN'T, HE'S LYING!!!

lol baxia just leaps out of the coffin buries itself in ss's chest

AND THAT’S IT FOR SU SHE

good fucking riddance

But also baxia is nmj's saber

DID IT HEAR NHS AND BE LIKE, NO I CAN'T LET MY MASTER'S BELOVED LITTLE BROTHER GET HURT BY THIS USELESS NOBODY???

BAXIAAAAAA

WHAT A GOOD SABER YOU ARE *CRIES*

wwx starts up his demon flute again even tho baxia seems much more chill now that it has finally killed someone

But let's watch wwx be a badass on the flute anyway

look at my sunshine boy go!

look at him corral all that resentful energy!

love my sunshine boy

baxia is finally subdued and wwx lays it and Plot Device 3 in the coffin with nmj

he covers the coffin using some of his wicked awesome red magic stuff

but it's taking a lot out of him i guess bc he stumbles back and lwj is right there to catch him

bc they're soulmates and they love each other

aND GOD THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER HERE

JUST, UGH

EVERY TIME THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER MY HEART GETS PALPITATIONS

And this is the only other wangxiantic moment in this episode, wtf show

cut to the next scene, everyone's patching up wounds and whatever

lol we can hear nhs whining like a baby bc omg it hurts it hurts, lxc be more gentle

and lxc is like, chill bro it's just a stab wound

nhs is like JUST a stab wound?? r u kidding me, i'm DYING!!

Which is exactly how i would react to a stab wound lol

now lxc is with jgy and he's like jgy if you do ONE more bad thing, i will definitely finally punish you mercilessly

then he starts checking out his armless shoulder bc lxc really is too good and not all that bright apparently

lol when wwx sees lxc tending to jgy's wounds and his face is like ugh i can't believe this guy

AND THIS IS WHEN WE GET THAT AMAZING AWESOME SHOT OF NHS'S FACE GOING ALL SERIOUS AND, LIKE, VENOMOUS

WE ONLY SEE PART OF HIS FACE, THE OTHER PART COVERED BY LXC'S OUT OF FOCUS FACE

AND NHS GLOWERS AT JGY

oh, my poor sunshine boy is wincing and holding a cloth to his STILL SLUGGISHLY BLEEDING NECK WOUND

SOMEBODY GIVE MY SUNSHINE BOY MEDICINE

TAKE WHATEVER LXC GAVE TO JGY AND GIVE IT TO MY SUNSHINE BOY STAT

lsz is watching him very intently bc he's figuring out some things about himself and wwx that LWJ DIDN'T HAVE THE GOOD GRACE TO EXPLAIN TO EITHER OF THEM YET

lwj ofc has got his eyes glued on wwx bc, i mean, what else is there worth looking at in the Temple of Doom?

And i guess this counts as a wangxiantic too bc lsz is basically wangxian’s love child anyway!

lxc has the gall to ask nhs to hand him the medicine bottle to tend to FUCKING JGY'S (AKA HIS BIG BROTHER’S MURDERER) WOUNDS

GOD JUST LET JGY BLEED OUT AND DIE ALREADY

nhs is like sure! grabs the medicine bottle and hides it in his robes

he makes a whole show out of rooting around in his robes to ‘find’ it and lxc goes to him to grab it or whatever so his back is turned to jgy

AND NHS, THAT CLEVER CLEVER BOY, USES THIS CHANCE

he makes a show of looking over lxc's shoulder and shouts LXC LOOK OUT!!

lxc grabs his sword and whirls around and stabs it right into jgy

and nhs is all stuttery and nervously saying how omg he saw jgy reach behind him and he thought he was gonna do something awful so he panicked

Then jgy finally sees nhs AND THAT'S WHERE THE EPISODE ENDS

So another episode with way too much plot stuff, yuck

I mean, we only got 3 actual wangxian moments??

What is that about, huh? THAT’S NOT EVERY GAY RIGHTS OF YOU, SHOW!

The next episode is THE LAST and we’re definitely getting wangxiantics there and i will definitely cry about it

Return to Masterpost

#WangXiantics #wangxian #the untamed #cql #i've had this sitting in my drafts for most of the week #i didn't want to post it until i got around to watching the last ep #but the world keeps conspiring against me #so i figure i'll post it now #and try to watch the last ep...later #i'm almost done with this project omg #i'm already feeling nostalgic about it

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shereadsandwritesformelanin · 4 years

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The Baker And Her Actor: part IV [Click, Click, and Post!]

Parings: Chris Evans x Black Fem!Reader

Summary: You meet Chris while making a house delivery for the Evans. He can’t get you off of his mind, and to be honest neither can you.

Warnings: profanity, sexual content, angst, but overall fluff!

Notes: I hope you guys enjoy! If you have any request feel free to share those. Leave comments in the notes section!

Previous parts: (1) (2) (3) (3 cont.)

Y/n’s Point Of View:

Body aching, you shift once more before waking up.

You let out a loud groan of fustration. You’d beeen tossing and turning all night.

You were sad and felt like an idiot for what you did to Chris. Running off like Cinderella with no explinatiom was just so pathetic, especially after the perfect night you to had.

You knew you wanted to take things slow and you should have just conveyed that instead of running off no questions asked.

You needed to make things right.

Rolling over reaching into your night stan you grab your phone yanking out the charger.

Two missed calls from Kiara.

One text message from deac.

Three twitter notifications.

Nothing from Chris.

Sighing, you make your way over to the messages app. Opening up the messages between you and Chris.

Reluctantly you begin typing worried to wake him or if he’d be too upset and just leave you on read, and well who could you really blame if he did.

Y/n: Hi.

It had been fifteen minutes since you sent that lackluster texts message.

He’d probably seen it and thrown it and you away for some other hot Hollywood chick he had stored in his phone.

How was it possible to even screw that up.

Well great job Y/n another one bites the dust.

Chris’s Point Of View:

I’d be lying if i say I hadn’t seen your message. I wasn’t busy, I wasn’t doing anything at all.

I was just confused. You had me confused, confused enough to sit on my sofa coffee in hand watching my phone hoping you’d text again or even call.

I shouldn’t be a dick. I’m sure you had your reasons for pulling away, maybe it was too fast or you weren’t really into me.

Were you using me?

No I can’t think that, you’d never. You didn’t seem like the type. If you were you’d done it already and wash your hands with me by now.

Just fucking text her back, meatball.

Chris: Hi.

Y/n’s Point Of View:

Your phone pinged from across the room. Hearing the alert almost made you jump across the terrain of your bedroom.

Notification from The Captain.

Your heart nearly stopped. He finally responded like you hoped he would.

The Captain: Hi.

Shit he seems upset.

Call him.

Setting aside your nerves and pride you dial his number hoping he’d pick up so you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself once more.

Pick up.

C’mon pick up

Just pick up th-.

“Hello.” His raspy voice answers.

“Hello- erm good morning.” You state attempting to should chipper.

“Good morning y/n.” Chris repeats.

Just cut to the chase.

“So..about last night.’ You mutter. “I just want you to know it’s not you I promise I’m just stupid and shouldn’t have pulled away you were nothing but great I just. I’m not sure why I did that.”

Lying obviously.

“Y/n. You don’t have to explain anything to me, I’m not upset. I’d be lying if I say I wasn’t shocked and confused. But I’m not upset or blaming you.” Chris reassures.

Even through the phone he managed to convey his bubbling emotions.

“Can I see you today.” You ask nerves bubbling in your chest.

“What do you have in mind?”

You arrive at Chris’s house after an slight delay at the security gate. You couldn’t believe they thought you were there to “violate the tenants homes.”

Y/n: I’m outside.

The Captain: Im coming.

Finally you see Chris, jogging out of his home making sure to lock the door on his way out.

You unlock the door allowing him to jump into the passenger seat.

“Hey, sorry I was late dodger was being a tad bit fussy.” Chris apologizes.

“No, I’m sorry you have to be in my half ass car.” You joke

“No it’s great. Seriously!’ Chris reassures. “You got leather seats and Evan a sun roof.”

“Chris its a thirteen year old car, I’m suprised she’s still going.”

“Speaking of going. Where are we going?” Chris quips

“You’ll see.” You smirk

“A farmers market?” Chris questions stepping out of the car.

“Yes this is where I get my produce I don’t want any of the pesticides in grocery store produce.” You explain grabing your reusable grocery bags from the back seat.

“I hadn’t even thought about that before.’ Chris admits. “Let me get that for you.” Taking the bags from you slinging them over his shoulder.

You notice him slipping on some sun glasses. It wasn’t sunny at all, it was actually quite dull out.

“What’s with the glasses MIB?” You tease.

“Just not in the mood to be recognized, thats all.”

Sometimes when you were with Chris it slipped your mind that he was a wildly famous A-list celebrity. So you could understand the need for privacy and not wanting to be noticed all the time.

“Mm.’ You say. “Oh I always wanna get these Dutch donuts for my team. They’ve been working so hard I think they deserve something.”

“That’s sweet of you. I can help you bring them.” Chris offers

“If you want, but warning kiaras there and she’ll be a little bit over the top.” You warn

“Yeah I figured that when she pretended to not know I was in the house on our date.” Chris admits chuckling lightly.

You let a small smile paint your face thinking back to your date. “So about our date, I really wanna be honest and transparent here.” You say picking threw a pile of apples.

Chris faces you giving his undivided attention. It was clear to him there was something you wanted to get off your chest since you continued to peruse the conversation.

“It’s just, I haven’t talked to a guy, been with a guy, touched a guy in five years since my last serious relationship and I freaked out.” You admit sheepishly.

You couldn’t look at him you were too embarrassed.

You felt Chris slip his hand onto your free one rubbing across its skin comforting.

“Y/n like I said before you don’t have to explain it to me. I’m not upset, but I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to tell me this. I want what you want. We can take this as slow as you’d like.” Chris clarifies

You for sure felt like Chris was a safe space for you. He wasn’t judging you or shaming you. He was kind and understanding, another thing you loved about him.

“Let’s get their donuts.” You say.

“Ladies first.” Chris smirks opening the door for you, hands full of donut boxes.

You cheeks burn the heat rising he definitely knew what he was doing being so cheeky.

“Guys I brought snacks!” You shout hoping to catch their attention in the back.

Kiara springs out from the kitchen, hair in a bun outfit covered in flour. “Yes you did, and I’m not talking about the food.” Kiara flirts undressing Chris with her eyes.

Chris erupts in a belly laugh. You knew she was only kidding but you felt a little jealous, even though he wasn’t yours.

“Okay.’ You interrupt sass in your voice. “so I have different assortments of donuts. So take your pick and choose wisely.”

You feel a familiar hand rest on your shoulder. “You okay.” Chris ask eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, yes I’m great.” You lie shaking off the bad vibes.

Chris shoots you a small smile, Warming your heart.

You notice Deac coming out of the kitchen. Arms crossed tightly.

“What’s all this.” Deacon speaks.

“Uh this, is me bringing you guys a treat for you hard work.” You motion to all the donuts

“And him.” Deac points at Chris .

The room goes stiff.

Please not now.

Deacon let’s out a sarcastic chuckle. “I just don’t understand, I’ve known your for a long ass time and you’ve never gone out with me, there is always some excuse, but you meet mr. hot shot Hollywood and your all over him. Just don’t be disappointed when he lets you down y/n.” Deacon states practically shouting.

The room was silent as he threw his Apron down rushing out of the building.

Your heart raced, turning to face Chris you notice he was quite red. Clearly flustered but what just went down.

“I should go.” Chris states hesitantly

“How you didn’t drive?” You remind him

“Don’t worry about me.” Chris says turning to walk out.

“Chris Wait!” You shout following him out.

“Y/n, it’s fine I should get going anyway. I don’t wanna damper the party.” Chris admits voice soft

“You aren’t, please don’t be mad.” You plead

Chris brings you in for a hug placing a small kiss on your hairline. “I’m not mad I promise.” Chris states

You both stay embrace in each other for what seems like an eternity.

A sudden shift in Chris body causes your eyes to shoot open. “Shit.” He whispers shouts

Pulling back immediately.

“What, what is it?” You question anxiously

“I got to go, go back inside please.” Chris begs walking away.

You follow his orders walking back in side completely baffled by what’s just happened.

Chris’s Point Of View:

Getting back home I quickly get on the phone.

“Megan, yeah we have a problem.” I state prepared to tell her everything.

Everything about how I’d been seeing you, how a pap had just shot about 50 photos of us in the span of .5 seconds.

This wasn’t good, and was the last thing I wanted for you.

“Chris this could be all over the news by tomorrow morning, what were you thinking.” Megan shouts

“I wasn’t! I thought we were safe!” I rebuttle.

“How do you know she didn’t call the paparazzi? It wouldn’t be the first time someone you’ve been talking to has done that.” She reminds me

Sitting back down I place my head in my palms fustrated. “I know I know.” I repeat.

“We can fix this, we have to for y/n’s sake she isn’t ready for the wolves yet.” I speak.

A/n: so like I stated previously this is based off the beauty and the baker on abc and I don’t wanna pull to far from that. So Deacon is gonna be our Vanessa 🤣.

But I know things seem rocky but they are in a good spot. Their both confused and now Chris is angry that he put you in that position to get violated by the public.

Kiara is just jokingly flirting nothing serious she supports them!

This is gonna be a long tale for our love birds. ❤️

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minniepetals · 5 years

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String Of Fate 07

— summary: they set fire to the world around them but would never let a flame touch her.

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, angst || poly!au, soulmate!au, mafia!au

— word count: 5.5k

— warnings: none

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"Are you okay? Where have you been? I had to be informed by Miss Lee that you were in some critical condition or something? What happened? You—"

"It's okay, Dahyun, I'm alright now." You were playing with the bed sheets as you listened to Dahyun speak. Should you tell her what happened? Or make up a lie? Namjoon had called your boss during the days you had disappeared, informing her that you couldn't make it to work for a few weeks—which was a bit extreme because Jin healed you fine but you couldn't really blame him because they were all very worried for you. But should you tell Dahyun? You knew that she'd freak out but it was always better to tell her the truth rather than hiding things from her. After all, she was the only thing close to family now.

"Are you sure?" She pressed, voice filled with concern.

"Mhm," you replied, fingers still moving about because you were nervous to tell her everything. "I-If I told you that someone had hurt me but then someone else healed me..would you believe me?"

The other line of the phone was silent for a few good seconds as you held your breath. "What are you trying to tell me?"

"Promise me you won't get upset?"

Another long silent pause as Dahyun contemplated her answer.

"Sure."

You whined. "Fair enough," you sighed because you knew it was only inevitable for her to actually get quite upset with what you were going to tell her. The room was empty for the first time, you were left alone for about an hour so you decided then that you'd call Dahyun because you knew she was worried sick after your days of silence.

You inhaled in deeply then let the air all out, still nervous to tell her. "I was kidnapped."

"WHAT?!"

"Just—before you get even more upset, please let me say my thing first and then you can yell at me."

A few sounds were made from the other line as you held your breath once more, waiting for her response. You could only imagine what sort of things were running in her head after your surprising news. And then, after about a good solid long minute, you heard her exhale a long sigh. "Go on."

You almost wanted to laugh at her trying her best to stay composed but stopped yourself, knowing she was waiting for the story.

"I was waiting for Jung Hoseok after work," you began, "but he was a little late and I saw this homeless man out on the streets and I just thought, why not help the poor man? But it turned out to be an enemy of Bangtan because the next thing I knew, everything went dark. I figured it was all because they saw me around the seven dangerous men and saw that they had some sort of soft spot on me. So when I woke up, I was already tied up and in pain from whatever they had done to me."

"Oh my gosh," Dahyun breathed.

"I'm not sure what went down exactly because I was unconscious but they came to save me, the seven Bangtan men. Jungkook took me away from the scene and I guess I must had fallen back unconscious in his arms because the next thing I know, I'm waking up feeling all better and healed three days later."

"Healed after three days?"

"Yeah."

"And you're still with them?"

You didn't say anything for a few seconds, hesitating on the answer but you knew she could tell what the reply was. So you heard you let a sigh escape aloud which confused you a little because she didn't sounded too upset but rather just...accepting the truth. You cleared your throat and sighed, speaking again. "I-I know they're bad and dangerous mafia men and I know what you're going to say but Dahyun, I just...I..."

You didn't even know how to word it to her without sounding like an idiot who decided to stay with some mafia men out of nowhere without any reasoning. Your reasoning would sound stupid and unreasonable towards others but how else could you describe those odd feelings you had? Yes, they were mafia men, but under it all, they were sweet and caring, their smiles made you elated, their touches felt euphoric and warm. It was an odd feeling to have towards some people you didn't know much about but, they felt like home.

"You're disappointed, aren't you?" You asked defeatedly when she said nothing even after you trailed off into silence. Maybe she thought that you were a fool because she knew the mistake of trusting a man, only to have him hurting and leaving her in the end.

She wouldn't get it, you knew she wouldn't. She wasn't going to understand the connection you felt with those men. And perhaps she was angry at the fact that you were still deciding to stay by their sides even after they had brought danger to you. They were mafia men, the most dangerous of them all, danger was inevitable in their world and you'd be dragged along with it if you decided to stay, to be theirs.

So was it worth it? Were they worth all the heartache and pains? You didn't know the answer just yet but something told you that perhaps your decision now was a good thing.

You weren't afraid of them, the monsters the world had named them. But through the times of being with them, you realized that they were all just humans, capable of human love just like everyone else in the world.

"I'm not going to force you to do anything," Dahyun finally said, her voice soft yet clear and firm. "I'm not going to ask you to leave or to stay with them. This is your life, and no matter what decision you make, you have to remember that there's no backing away from it. Once you've fallen, you can't make it back up. Not with them. I just don't want you to get hurt in the end."

"There's a lot of things I'm afraid of and there's a lot of thinking I have to do," you acknowledged, "and I'm still frightened over the whole kidnapping thing but I don't think that leaving right now is going to make me better. There's this odd feeling of security that I feel when they're around, which I know is absurd because they're crazy dangerous people who belong in the mafia but...I've never felt more safe."

A short moment passed. "Are you going to regret this?"

"I don't want to," you confessed.

"Alright," Dahyun said but you felt as if there were more things she wanted to say. "We'll talk when you feel better, face to face."

"Mhm."

"Call you whenever you need to, I'm your best friend," she reminded. "And whatever you feel for them, Y/N, try to figure it out."

You said your goodbyes afterwards but remained staring at your phone, not knowing what to do.

Think? Figure it out? How were you going to do that when you knew no answer to those fluttering heartbeat of yours? How, when they had still yet to explain themselves? As much as you knew they had their own reasons, you were becoming desperate to know. You had a right to know. Yet there was nothing given to you to at least understand your own feelings. It was complicated because you knew your story wasn't just some normal story with you finding someone to fall in love and live the rest of your life with. There was something much more to that. Something much more deeper.

You didn't know what to figure anything out when you couldn't explain the whole situation. A fateful meeting, maybe. But perhaps it wasn't all just a coincidence. After all, how would they had known you in the first place? And why would you be feeling pain in your chest every time you thought of whatever could had happened between you and them in the past?

It was the deep, the piercing in your heart, worse than the stab of a knife. Not only literally but figuratively. Falling in love had its consequences but all the couples that belonged to one another got through the heartaches.

You wanted to cry, let out a scream, make a sound. But something in your throat hindered you from doing so. So the only thing you could do was to hold a hand over your chest, squeezing the soft sweater Jimin had lend you right above it with shaky hands, and fell on your knees, silently praying for someone to release your pain.

It came all the once, the overwhelming feeling. You couldn't explain anything because you didn't know where the emotions were all coming from. The only thing you knew was that your heart was hurting. There was different emotions all at once, all sort of anger walked in, the type of anger that was suddenly accompanied by frustration and then fear. Fear because you still saw the good in things. Fear because you were afraid of being left alone. Fear because maybe you were someone not worth loving. Fear because...you'd in fact be left alone in the end with no one to cry for help to.

And those fears caused the painful ache, throbbing and pounding with affliction. It caused sadness, the nostalgic feeling of a once happy version of you, of your life.

You hated how vulnerable you could be and how people took advantage of it. You were weak, a pathetic human being who needed to depend on others for love and comfort. Why couldn't you do things for yourself? Why did you had to turn to others and waited for them to save you?

As if someone had heard the insulting words of yourself and wanted you to think otherwise, the door opened and revealed Taehyung. The second he saw you on the floor, tears in your eyes, the man was quick to rush to your side in an instant. "Y/N? What's wrong?" He asked, face filled with worry.

But you instinctively pushed away his hands from trying to hold you. It wasn't too harsh, your touches were weak, but to find Taehyung's face suddenly fall into a hurtful expression, you realized trying to push away the man had pained you even more.

"I-I didn't mean that," you quickly said, though your own voice was breaking as your arms reached out to wrap around his neck, seeking for his warmth. Your soft cries broke into soft whimpers as Taehyung held you close while your head rested on his shoulder, face crying into his neck. He let you stay like that for a while, sat on his lap and crying into him, keeping silent though his hands kept busy to rub against you as a way of comfort.

Any other person, you'd push away. Even towards Dahyun, you'd push her away at most times because you didn't liked it when others saw you cry. The only people you'd allow now was really them, Bangtan. Only because pushing them away broke you more and you were wishing for Taehyung's warmth to make you feel better. It took a while, for the throbbing pain to calm down until it was no longer, but eventually your cries began to lessen.

"Feeling better?" Taehyung asked but you shook your head admittedly. "Are you hurt anywhere?" He worried. You shook your head again, telling him he needn't to bring you to Jin. "What's wrong, babygirl?"

You didn't know exactly why but gave him the reason of, "I'm scared." You wanted him to think your fears was due to the kidnapping incident because not knowing your exact reasons to your tears, making him even more worried about other reasons wasn't something you wanted.

Taehyung felt there was something more than just your fears but he decided to let it go. You'd speak up when you wanted and at the moment, being too overwhelmed by so many things wasn't going to help you. Just watching your teary eyes alone had already broken his heart but he was glad you hadn't completely pushed him away.

"There's nothing to be afraid of as long as we're here," he said assuringly, wanting nothing but to make you feel safe and secure. His large hand held your face, thumb gently brushing away the staining tears on your cheeks. "It breaks my heart to see you cry, princess."

Maybe it was the close proximity, maybe it was his deep alluring voice, maybe it was his beautiful features, or perhaps it was all of those things, but you found yourself unable to look away from those deep dark brown eyes that stared right back into yours. It was mesmerizing, everything about him. You were still scared of a lot of things, but to be there right there in that moment with him as he watched you as if you were something worth looking at, as if you were the only women left alive, your heart was pounding again though for a completely different reason.

"It's okay, I'm here." His voice was low, almost restrained as if he was keeping himself from doing something. Yet seeing how even as he leaned in a little closer and you hadn't backed away or pushed him off, he felt a little more braver.

And then, your lips met and the world fell away. Sweet and soft and just...right. He kissed you like you were a delicate little thing he was too afraid to break. It was slow and gentle, a silent promise of genuine feelings, comforting in ways that words could never tell. His hands rested below your ears, thumb caressing your cheeks.

But broke away too fast for your liking. The two of you stared into each other's eyes, taking shaky shallow breaths, and Taehyung's eyes shifted away elsewhere.

"I-I'm sorry, I-"

But you leaned in this time and pulled him back into another kiss, a more passionate kiss that tasted of bittersweet. The tears fell from both your eyes, a silent story of you not knowing anything and him of knowing everything. He tasted of the season of autumn, caught between summer and winter, of joy and laughter but of sorrow and heartache. Lips that should had brought back a million memories, only to be left undiscovered.

"Y/N..." Taehyung whispered in between, voice hoarse, voice hushed.

And then, you both leaned away, panting hard in between the cries. Taehyung wiped away his own tears, clearing his throat, eyes wondering about and looking anywhere but you. His heart throbbed with pain and affliction and it was you who had to hold his face to force him to look at you again.

"Why?" You asked and he cringed, believing you'd ask why he had kissed you but you didn't. "Why is it that even though you're here right in front of me, do I miss you so damn much?"

You have no idea, Taehyung thought.

Instead of answering your question, the man leaned in again to press a kiss atop your lips, stared at you, gave you another kiss, and then held you closer as his chin rested on top of your head so that you couldn't see his tears.

You have no idea how much I've missed you.

Hoseok wanted to focus, he really did. He really wanted to add in his own thoughts about things or at least hear out what the others had to say but the only thing in his head was you.

He couldn't stop blaming himself no matter how many times the guys had told him he wasn't at fault. If he hadn't been late, if he had gotten to you in time, if you hadn't waited for him because he told you he'd pick you up, then you wouldn't had to be laying in bed still scared of so many things.

He blamed himself the second he felt the sudden feeling of you being in danger, and then when he saw how weak and hurt you were because of those guys, Hoseok's fears only skyrocketed. He should had left the house earlier, or had checked the time while rushing to complete his mission. But it was all too late and now you were petrified of even the outside world.

"What's wrong?" The leader stopped to stare at the unfocused man in the room. He didn't had to say the name but everyone else in the room already had their heads turned to Hoseok.

But the male on cleared his throat, shaking his head.

"What's wrong, Hoseok?" Yoongi prompted, knowing very well that Hoseok hadn't been himself.

"Are you still thinking about it?" Jin guessed and Hoseok's eyes shifted to the floor, his fingers clawing at each other out of frustration.

"I still haven't apologized."

"You didn't do any-"

"I let her fall into the hands of those disgusting creatures and she still hasn't had any motivation to even leave her room, of course it's my fault!" Hoseok stood up, cutting off Jimin as he raked his fingers against his hair. He realized he made the younger male flinch and instantly felt guilty. "Sorry I, I didn't mean to yell."

"It's okay, hyung," Jimin assured.

Jungkook looked between them then pursed his lips. "Well, maybe you should talk to Y/N, hyung. I'm sure she's missed your absence."

The older male looked away doubtfully. Though he knew he should talk to her soon, he was still racked up on the thought of you not wanting to see him because of what he's done. "I don't know."

"Y/N doesn't blame you," Namjoon promised.

"Y/N doesn't blame anyone, only herself."

All at once, silence surpassed the group and their eyes all fell at Hoseok's words, knowing fully well how right he was. That was a quality to yours they didn't admire too much because it made you put the blames upon your own self no matter the situation. Most times the blames were ridiculous but you were too stubborn to see past your faults than to see the faults in others.

Hoseok hadn't visited you because he was disappointed he had let you down. He knew you wouldn't blame him, he knew you'd forgive him in an instant and reassure him that he wasn't the one at fault. Which was why he kept his distance because for once, he wanted to put the blames on himself rather than had you take it in for yourself. Maybe you were already doing it, blaming yourself for being weak or something, but for now, he felt the need to just stay away for a little while. For your sake.

The door to Namjoon's office was abruptly slammed open, causing everyone's heads to turn to the source and found Taehyung stomping in.

Only, he hadn't looked angry or anything, but rather stained with running tears.

Assumptions were immediately circulated around the group.

"Where's Y/N?" Jin gasped. "She didn't-"

"She fell asleep, she's safe," Taehyung quickly assured, thinking back on how the load of tears caused your tiredness to take over and made you fall asleep.

"What's wrong?" Yoongi worried, watching as Taehyung fell into Hoseok's arms because he had been the closest to him. They all stared at the male with concern, waiting for an explanation on his tears.

But all Taehyung could do was cry, too choked up to say anything as he reflected back onto the memories they shared with you, how often their shared kisses were with you. And to be able to kiss you like that again, he was only reminded of everything, good and...bad.

The soft pitter patter that came crashing down upon the windowsill had your instant attention. For most people, the rain would only bring them a melancholy feeling, ruining their moods or making it worse. But for you, you adored the rain. Even the sound of it pouring down was enough to make you smile and had your heart racing.

At an instant, you ran up to the window, moving the curtain out of the view to watch the droplets pouring down from the crying clouds.

In that short moment, you heard your door creaking open and looked over your shoulder to see Hoseok walking in hesitantly.

No words were spoken as the two of you stared at one another. It'd been so long since you had last seen him, since the night he brought you home and promised he'd pick you up the next day. You were sure his absence was due to the fact that he couldn't stop himself from blaming himself.

"Hoseok," you called in a soft voice and his attention stayed on you, not daring to look away as he listened to what you had to say. "Can you show me the backyard?" You asked him.

His face disoriented, then beckoned his head to the window. "It's raining."

You smiled. "I know."

He knew. He knew your love for the rain. And though Hoseok himself wasn't too fond of the rain, he nodded, leading you to follow behind him as he walked out the room. He watched you take a deep breath in before you walked out yourself. It was the first time you had the courage to leave the same room since they had brought you in and to be quite honest, a part of you was still a little frightened. But with Hoseok by your side and being in the home of Bangtan, you knew you had nothing to worry about.

So you looked at Hoseok and he gave you an encouraging smile. It was calming but not enough so you held out your hand for him, asking for some sort of contact and he gladly held his hand atop yours, holding it closely and securely, not wanting to ever let go.

When he led you out into the large backyard, you could only indulge yourself into the beauty of the rain.

"Look at that," you marveled, letting go of Hoseok's hand to rush underneath the pouring rain. "It's raining so hard," you giggled as you twirled around, Jimin's sweater now completely drenched.

Contrast to your bubbling excitement, however, Hoseok looked wearily at the rain and at you. "Y/N, you'll catch a cold."

When you looked back at Hoseok, you could see those subtle movements that avoided the rain, his clouded eyes that mirrored how the cold downpour was expected to be. You on the other hand found the rain enlightening, healing, and a world of wondrous sunshine. Hoseok could only see it of a hidden bitter story.

"We should head back in before you get sick again."

But that wasn't the only reason, was it?

The rain reminded him of something. And though you respected his comfort zone away from the rain, you couldn't find yourself to take a step forward and back into the house.

"Hoseok," you called his name softly. Amidst the loud pouring rain, he heard you. "Do you like to dance?"

His brows ceased when you held out a hand for him to take. He didn't wanted to take it, knowing he'd have to face the two things he was reluctant to face. But Hoseok, seeing the beautiful reassuring smile given for him, stepped forward with hesitance. Your smile brightened, patience settling upon you as you watched him take slow steps until he was finally right in front of you. The corner of his lips tugged into a forceful small smile, causing giggles to erupt from you.

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

His face revealed an opposite story. "Why do you find the rain comforting?" He asked you. "You haven't smiled like this in such a long time." He wanted to smile at it too, to find a comforting beauty in your bright smile but he couldn't. Not with the rain pouring down on him.

"I don't know," you admitted. "I've always loved the rain. It brings me..happiness, and comfort, and security," you paused, "...like you."

Hoseok's head cocked to the side. A bit surprised and a bit doubtful. "Like me?"

"Like you and the six other males that lives inside this very home," you confirmed.

"Really?"

"Really."

"But I—"

You reached up to place your index finger on his lips, silencing him. The stab in your heart returned for a short moment, reminding you of your moment with Taehyung as you touched Hoseok's lips and his distant eyes almost left you forgetful of what you were meaning to say. It hurt, still, the words of Dahyun asking you to try and figure things out returning in your ears. You didn't know how to figure things out and perhaps going about kissing Taehyung hadn't been the right way to do things but...everything felt right at that moment.

Hoseok took the hand that held against his lips, gently pulling it away as he watched your eyes. "Do you regret it?" He asked, not having to mention Taehyung's name to have you understand what he meant by the question.

"I don't," you answered without hesitation before biting your lower lip nervously. "Does he?"

"No," he said as the right palm of his hand held your face. "Hadn't Jimin told you that you were our special girl?"

Your face reddened at the reminder and how close Hoseok was now towards your face. "Y..yes."

"He's right about it, sunshine."

"He is?"

Hoseok nodded. Your eyes casted down to those lips and how close of a proximity he was. The light touches of the rain kissed every inch of your body but the only thing you could now focus on was Hoseok. He was a fascinating person, mysterious and hidden with secrets. They all were. But something about Hoseok was intriguing in ways you didn't know how to describe. The first time the two of you interacted was frightening to say the least, but now all you could sense from him was warmth and comfort.

He held you close, the only thing you could hear was the background noise of the rain and your drumming heartbeat. And perhaps, maybe, something special could had happened under that moment if it weren't for your sneeze ruining the moment.

You cringed at the moment, gritting your teeth because you knew you had just ruined the intimate atmosphere and Hoseok sighed. However, rather than looked annoyed or bothered, the male just chuckled as he ruffled your wet hair. "Told you you'd catch a cold."

"I know you love the rain but you need to be mindful of your health, sunshine," Hoseok softly chided while drying your hair with a towel as the two of you sat on the floor of your room.

You whined at his scolding, a cute pout forming at your lips as you looked up at him. "I'm fine," you said right before sneezing again. Hoseok raised a brow and you grunted, allowing him to continue drying your hair as you hugged the warm sweater he had lend you.

Though Hoseok wasn't too fond of the cold you caught, he had to admit that having you right in front of him in his very own sweater made his heart much lighter than moments before when he had hesitated on facing both you and the rain. It was still pouring out but with you by his side, he could only find himself smiling.

"You're a precious little thing," he told you, "and your health being at risk is something I won't take lightly of."

"I'm not dying," you whined.

"You could have," he reminded you of the kidnapping incident and his hands paused in midair for a moment.

Noticing that, you quickly went on to pinch his cheeks. "But I didn't because you guys were there to rescue me, just like you're here right now helping me out," you giggled, a light smile tugging at your lips to try and ease the sudden tension that awaited to build up. "Things won't always go the way you hope, Hoseok, and there will be many things you wish you can return to and fix the past, hoping you can redeem yourself by doing things differently but life won't allow that. That's why we just gotta move on, look forward to the future, think in ways for us to do better than the past because they've taught us things that are keeping us back from many things."

You paused to think. "The past..." you looked at him, "you guys are probably still afraid of it, hm?"

He nodded admittedly.

"Perhaps I may never know about it, but perhaps that's the beauty in this life, Hoseok," you mused. "We can make new memories, better ones, with me, you, Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung. It's our life after all, we make the decisions."

"Why aren't you afraid?"

"Why would I be afraid?" You laughed lightheartedly. "You guys all share a similarity in that, you know. You're afraid of me being afraid of you. But there's no reason to be afraid when you've done nothing to harm me. You didn't choose this life, the life chose you. And yeah, sometimes it's unfair, but my dear Hoseok, as long as you find that person who'll stay by your side and accept you for who you are under that mafia facade, then the kind of life you're living in wouldn't matter at all because you'll be loved either way. Even if you yourself is stubborn in accepting you for who you are."

He looked at you for a moment as if you were the only person alive besides him. Love was a strange thing and love had its consequences. He'd feel aches in his heart at just the sight of you and he'd be reminded of many things that still haunted him. But life had given him another chance so maybe he can make things right again, had you falling in love all over again just as him and the others had already for you. You were scared of the future, they all were, but knowing that he wasn't going to be alone and that they had you who'd accept them, then perhaps this life wasn't going to be as bad as it seem.

"Are you..suggesting someone?" Hoseok asked, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You blinked at the unexpected question, realizing you had somehow referred that certain someone in his life to be..well, you.

"I-I..."

Words couldn't be formed and Hoseok laughed at your flushed cheeks. He cupped your face, squeezing your pink cheeks together so that they were formed into a cute duck face, right before he kissed your nose. "I think I know who that certain someone is," he teased.

"I..I didn't say anything," you pouted and his laugh rang in the air once more.

"Is Taehyung mad at me for the kiss?"

"Why would anyone get upset at kissing a cute person like you?"

"I'm serious~" you whined.

"Are you mad that he kissed you?"

"No, I liked it." You blushed and Hoseok smirked. "But I don't know if he does or not."

"Why don't you ask him?"

You shook your head furiously, still flustered. "I-I can't just go up to him and ask him if he enjoyed that kiss. He..he cried and I cried and it was a whole mess and...and I..and I probably—"

"Can I kiss you?"

You blinked at the sudden question, caught off guard and not understanding if you heard him right. "Huh?"

He gave you a mischievous smile, shaking his head as he let go of your face. "Never mind," he said as he took the towel off your head, ready to escape but you were quick to grab his hand.

"W-wait, you can't just—" His face looking back at you made you pause in mid sentence and Hoseok tilted his head, asking you silently to continue. You didn't really know what you were trying to say but his stare on you sure made you flustered. It was fascinating how even with just one look, Hoseok was able to make you melt and forget everything you've been meaning to say.

"Yes," you answered.

"Yes what?" He smirked, knowing fully well of what you had meant but wanting to it hear out of your mouth. He took your face against his palm once more, leaning in so that his nose was just inches away from yours. "I want your words, babygirl," he said, voice deep and sultry. "What do you want?"

The man was good at provoking and he sure knew how to make you flustered but you couldn't really get mad at him when his lips was so close to you.

"I..." you opened your mouth, feeling breathless for no reason. "I want to kiss you."

"You do, hm?" He teased, fingers touching your chin to tilt your head up so that you could look at him when you spoke.

You gulped and nodded. "But..."

A brow raised. "But?"

"Will Tae get mad?"

"Tae?" Hoseok breathed. He realized then that you must had felt some sort of guilt within you because of your desire to kiss someone else when you had already kissed Taehyung. So he smirked. "Let's go ask Tae then."

"Wait, what?" You blinked when Hoseok let you go and pulled away.

You watched him stand up on his feet, holding out a hand for you to take. "I'm not leaving you without getting that kiss, babygirl, so let's go to Tae."

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Hi, I love your blog so much! I recently got ankle lateral ligament reconstruction done, and as an athlete, it sucks so bad. I watched my basketball team play yesterday, and it felt really horrible to watch them lose by one point in overtime when I know I would have made a difference if I were on the court... I know you have lots of asks and prompts, but if you have the time and want to, could you possibly hurt me more than I’m already hurting with some angsty ankle injury stuff😩 like maybe Cap watching the Lions lose without him.

Thank you for all the awesome fics you write! Your blog is amazing!

Anon, this ask really struck a chord with me and I wanted to do it justice as best I could--going through a sports injury like that is the worst feeling in the world, and watching your teammates play without you just adds salt to the wound. Sending all the love and healing vibes your way, okay? Please keep me updated on how you're feeling if you feel comfortable <3

Combined with an ask for pre-Coops and Sirius' photo of Remus! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove

TW for canonical injury and mentioned scars (Remus)

Sirius felt a nudge at his arm and his irritation flared, but he did not take his eyes off the game. “Fucking hell,” he muttered as James missed yet another blatant pass. There’s three.

The next nudge was more insistent.

“What?” he snapped, sparing half a glance to his left and feeling his stomach swoop.

Remus raised his eyebrows and held the mouthguard out further. “Either put this in or unclench your jaw.”

You’re not my mother, Sirius almost snarked back, just to be even more of an asshole. He was cold from being at the rink without his gear, severely pissed off by the general bullshit happening on the ice, and the itch in the boot locked around his stupid fucked-up ankle was slowly driving him mad.

Remus offered the mouthguard again, and Sirius’ temper cooled by a few degrees at the soft encouragement on his face. Pretty, his brain supplied. He swallowed hard around his sudden dry mouth and shoved the plastic between his teeth, beating back the unruly emotions with a mental baseball bat. Nope. Not tonight. Focus on being angry.

Logan got distracted, and Finn paid the price as an enforcer slammed him against the boards; he bounced back immediately, but Sirius ground the mouthguard so hard it squeaked. “Tabarnak—”

“Come with me for a sec,” Remus said, raising his voice just enough to be heard over the angry shouts of Lions fans.

Sirius shook his head. What he wouldn’t give to be in the heart of the fight, letting off some of the steam that had been building with no outlet for weeks. “Game’s not over.”

Remus pressed his lips together, but said nothing; Sirius’ throat constricted as he looked at the scoreboard. There may have been three full minutes left on the clock, but the Lions had already lost—unless they pulled a miracle out of their asses, this game would be a stain on their record. Or if they just let me play.

Sirius sighed through his nose. The urge had been growing stronger the longer he stayed cooped up and restless, banging at the walls of his brain and bringing headache after headache.

“Cap.” The hand on the back of his bicep was surprisingly gentle and he closed his eyes as Remus gave him a light tug. “Come on. We can at least be productive instead of sitting here and stewing.”

He smells nice. How does he always smell so nice? Sirius stood and followed Remus down the tunnel, not even bothering to force smiles for the people pounding on the glass partitions. Don’t focus on the game.

Focus on his shoulders, something close to his heart suggested. You like his shoulders.

He scrunched his nose up at the thought—if he dwelled on the smooth, strong curve of Remus’ upper back for any longer, he would start remembering the one time he saw them bare, covered in sweat with scars that shone like moonlight and—

“Are you okay?” Remus asked, snapping him back to reality. Sirius jumped and concern flickered over the golden planes of his face. “You’re twitchy tonight.”

“Just…” He made a vague, aborted motion toward the ice before continuing toward the PT room, though he did not miss the worried look Remus shot him. Fantastic, now I look like a dick and an idiot.

“What’s going on, Sirius?” The door clicked closed behind them and Remus leaned against it with his arms crossed loosely as Sirius limped over to the table and sat down, pulling the mouthguard out. He stared at the floor and the hunk of plastic—don’t think about how nice his voice sounds around your name. Don’t.

He shook his head; through the door, the sounds of the game were faint. “They’re better than this.”

“Yep.”

“They’re all going to be angry tomorrow, which makes them sloppy.”

“Probably.”

“Coach will be upset.”

“No question.”

“It’s the Badgers.”

Remus made a face. “I know, right?”

“They’re a good team, but—” He tightened his jaw again and looked away.

“But we’re better,” Remus finished for him.

“Yeah.” Silence fell between them for a few moments, though it wasn’t uncomfortable. Being quiet around Remus was never uncomfortable, and Sirius was pathetically grateful for every scrap of it he could get. “I—the game would be different if I was out there.”

“Would it?”

“It would.” He had been going over every mistake for two and a half hours, placing himself in like a chess piece to stop the missed passes, fumbled pucks, and thoughtless plays. “They need me with them.”

The paper crinkled as Remus sat down next to him, and every one of Sirius’ senses went on high alert. “They need to you get better,” he said simply, those caramel-apple eyes making Sirius’ knees go weak. “Have you been doing your exercises?”

“Of course,” he scoffed.

“Good.” There was no defensiveness or indignation in Remus’ voice—guilt snapped, a firecracker behind his teeth.

“Sorry.”

Remus smiled wryly. “When you’re around injured hockey players all day long, you get used to a little bit of bitchiness.”

“I’m not bitchy!” Sirius spluttered. The poorly-concealed amusement on Remus’ face made mortification heat his cheeks. “I’m not!”

“Uh-huh.” The note of smug disbelief should not have been as attractive as it was. “Alright, lay down.”

Sirius swore he heard a few crackling noises as his brain short-circuited. “Quoi?”

“I’m not kneeling on freezing linoleum to check out your ankle, Cinderella,” Remus snorted. “Now get a wiggle on.”

“You have the strangest sayings,” he said as he laid back and stretched his leg out, bewildered and yet somehow relieved.

“And you—” Remus pulled the top buckle free. “—have no appreciation for the great American north.”

“I can take it off,” Sirius mumbled, feeling redness rise once again.

He cocked an eyebrow. “The boot? I might not be a muscle-bound athlete, but I’m pretty sure I can manage a couple strips of Velcro.”

“No, it’s—doesn’t touching people’s feet freak you out? Like, the sweat and everything?”

“If it did, I’d have to find another profession, because I’m damp all the time from you fuckers and you all seem to have a habit of breaking things below the knee. Bend.”

Sirius complied, drawing his knee toward his chest. His bare foot looked weird in the bright lights, pale and still swollen, but Remus was as golden as ever. You can watch from afar, he conceded when the cute little furrow appeared on Remus’ forehead while he felt around the bone. Just for a little while. “Your hands are warm,” he said before he could stop himself.

Remus glanced up, and his small smile caused a flood of butterflies in Sirius’ stomach. “Thanks. They’re usually pretty cold, so I’m glad I’m not accidentally giving you foot hypothermia.”

“Is that real?”

“No,” Remus laughed. Sirius wished he could keep that sound forever. “How’s that feel?”

“Uh, fine.” He blinked a couple times to come back to himself as Remus put light pressure on the sole of his foot. “Still fine.”

“You’re a lot more flexible than before. Things are healing well.”

A loud buzzer went off outside—Sirius closed his eyes as disappointment and frustration fired up once more. The crowd wasn’t cheering. The windows weren’t shaking. He didn’t even want to look at the TV to check the score. I should be out there, he thought for the umpteenth time. I’m letting them down.

“I’m sorry,” Remus said quietly as he worked through a few more exercises.

“Not your fault.”

“It’s not yours, either.”

Sirius wanted to believe him. “I’m the captain.”

“And you’re being responsible by doing this with me so you can heal faster.” People rushed past the door outside, but the PT room remained peaceful. Sirius stared at the plain ceiling and wished for a miracle. “They miss you.”

“Y’know, that’s not exactly making me feel better.”

“Sorry.” They lapsed back into silence. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Cool.”

Sirius chewed the inside of his lip for a solid two minutes, following Remus’ simple instructions without looking at him. He should have been out there with them, ankle be damned. It was basically healed anyway; they were just tying up loose ends, and maybe Remus needed to be a little less careful. “Is this really necessary?”

“I’m gonna give you five seconds to ask a different question.”

“I’m just saying, it feels fine and—”

“Time’s up.” Remus let go of his foot and Sirius only spared a moment to mourn the loss of his comforting touch before he caught the stormy, mulish stubbornness that took the place of Remus’ concentration. “Sit.”

“I am.”

He narrowed his eyes, and Sirius dragged himself upright with a huff. Arguing with Remus Lupin was about as useful as arguing with a brick wall, and that was coming from someone who won the ‘Most Stubborn’ superlative at their last end-of-year party. “First of all, ankles are annoying and the soft tissue will still be damaged even if the bone is healed. Second, it’s my job to fix you up so your boys stop whining to me about healing you faster. And third, I’m not giving up on you.”

Sirius paused for a long moment. “What?”

“I’m not giving up,” Remus repeated. His jaw set and he made direct eye contact. “I would love nothing more than to kick Snape in the kneecaps and let you go out there as soon as you can stand on your own, but that’s not what I’m here for. I’m here to make sure you’re ready to kick ass and take names no matter what that little shit was trying to do. So don’t you dare sit there and try to chicken out at the finish line, because I know you want this even more than I do.”

In his chest, Sirius heart was hammering like he had just run five miles. I’m not giving up on you. Sirius had never wanted to kiss him more. “Thank you.”

Remus softened with a slow breath. “We’re in this together, Sirius. You and me.”

“I know.”

“Then let’s get to work. Next time you play the Badgers, make ‘em regret this game.”

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Sirius walked back toward the locker room feeling rather nauseous. The whole team leaked their bad moods into the air—Arthur had barely looked at them before sending them home with a quiet “we’ll talk more tomorrow”, the equivalent of an arrow through Sirius’ heart. I need a pick-me-up, he thought as the rest of the guys trooped out in a melancholy raincloud. He fist-bumped each of them, per tradition, but their responses were weak at best.

Ice cream sounded good. Maybe a milkshake. Oh, who was he kidding, he needed a solid hug and something other than ice to look at. Not for the first time, he contemplated getting a dog, just so the house wouldn’t be empty and dark when he returned.

Laughter rang out ahead and Sirius inhaled sharply, letting the sound roll over him. “I’m not kidding!” Moody chuckled.

“Bullshit,” Remus countered, still snickering. “There is no way—”

“I’ve been around here longer than you’ve been alive, kid.”

“Yes, yes, I know,” Remus groaned, though Sirius could hear the smile in his voice even from around the corner. “You only bring it up every goddamn day.”

“Brat.”

Sirius entered the room just in time to see Remus playfully knock the side of his foot against Moody’s; both were grinning. “Isn’t it past your bedtime, old man?”

Moody nodded to him. “Night, twelve.”

“A demain,” Sirius called, offering a slight smile as his eyes lingered on Remus. He was leaning back against the wall with stick tape in his hands—his hands, which never failed to make Sirius throw caution to the wind—and raised it in farewell. “See you, Loops. Thanks again.”

“No problem, Cap.”

He grabbed his duffel off the floor and slid his keys, wallet, and phone into his pockets as Moody and Remus resumed their conversation. He wondered how long they usually stuck around, and if they would oppose him staying—he wouldn’t interrupt, but being around people who weren’t going through the five stages of grief already felt nice.

An idea struck as Remus’ laugh raised goosebumps on his arms once again. With a careful glance over his shoulder, he slipped his phone out and snapped a picture before hurrying off toward his car. His breaths were shallow; that was such a creepy move, and surely one of them noticed—

No voices chased him. Nobody gave him strange looks. He waited until he was safely in the front seat of the car before unlocking his phone, and all the air in his lungs left in a rush.

The photo was perfect. It caught the lopsided tilt to Remus’ mouth, his slender-but-strong fingers, his long legs, the scrunch of his nose mid-laugh. Everything Sirius never let himself look at for long. He didn’t have much space left among the collection of paper memories on his dresser, but maybe if he put it in the back where nobody would see it unless they knew where to look…

He turned the car on. Later. He would print it out and deal with the taut rubber-band-ball of feelings later. Until then, he could settle for the imprint of Remus’ warmth taking away the pain in his ankle and the determination on his face as he promised to bring Sirius back from the personal hell he was living in. You and me, he had said, and Sirius wanted nothing more than to believe it.

#fanfic #my fic #sirius black #remus lupin #alastor moody #james potter #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #sweater weather #coops #injury #pre-coops #lumosinlove

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purrincess-chat · 5 years

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Will You Be My (Fake) Lover CH3

I really needed this today, so I’m posting it just in case anyone else does too. Enjoy!

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Chapter 3

Innocent bystanders dove out of the way, running to safety as Chloe marched past with a stern expression, but she only had one target on her mind this time.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng!” Chloe shouted, kicking open the door to the locker room to spot the wretch in question with Adrien’s arm around her shoulder.

“Here we go,” Marinette sighed.

“How dare you stoop so low! You were just waiting for me to turn my back so you could steal, Adrien,” she accused, and Marinette rolled her eyes. “Unhand him this instant!”

“Chloe, Adrien was the one who confessed to Marinette,” Alya said pointedly with an amused smirk.

“There’s no way Adrien would ever be into Dupain-Cheng! He has much better taste,” Chloe scoffed indignantly, flipping her ponytail.

“Actually, it’s true, Chlo,” Adrien piped up, and her head snapped to him. “Marinette and I are in love.”

“In l…lo…ve?” Chloe’s expression changed from angry to horrified. “You’re in love with her?”

“Yes.” Adrien winced, pulling Marinette closer as Chloe processed those words.

The room fell silent, all eyes on her as her shoulders began to heave, and they braced themselves against her unhinged expression. Half of them expected her to explode. The other half thought she might lunge at Marinette, but to their surprise, she simply let out a pathetic whimper, knotting her hands into fists as tears streamed down her cheeks before she turned and darted off.

“Whoa, did Chloe really just back down?” Nino’s eyebrows raised in surprise.

“That’s the first I’ve seen,” Alya said in equal disbelief, and Adrien sighed.

“It’s the first time I’ve gone against her in a way she can’t get out of,” he said with a wince.

“She’ll get over it,” Alya said with a shrug. “We have got to go out on a double date this weekend. This is gonna be so awesome now that you two are together!”

“Yeah, totally!” Marinette echoed.

Lila glared around the corner as the group made plans for the weekend. It seemed as though Chloe hadn’t been as much of a crushing force as she’d hoped, so she supposed she’d just have to do things herself if she wanted to pull the plug. After all, Gabriel had still been true to one promise.

***

“Knock, knock.”

Chloe laid face down in her bed later that afternoon, not even bothering to look up when anyone entered.

“Hey, Chlo. Can I come in? I brought you some sushi.” Her chest tightened at his familiar voice, timid and apologetic as ever, and she finally lifted her head to reveal mascara-streaked cheeks and a red nose.

“Traitor!” She barked, and Adrien averted his gaze with a sigh, setting the small box on the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I didn’t think you’d be this upset,” he said with a wince, and Chloe hugged her pillow to her chest with a pout.

“She’s horrible! How could you fall for her?” She whined.

“I know you two don’t get along, but Marinette has always been a dear friend to me. She’s kind and caring, and I admire so many things about her,” Adrien said, and Chloe gagged. “Look, I don’t expect you two to ever get along, but she’s my girlfriend now, Chloe. Whether you like it or not.”

“Are you sure she didn’t drug you?” Chloe quirked a brow.

“I’m sure,” Adrien sighed.

“And you’re not a clone?”

“Nope.” He shook his head.

She lowered her gaze to her pillow and sighed.

“Just promise me one thing,” she said softly, flicking her gaze up to meet his.

“What’s that?” He asked, tilting his head and tucking her hair back into place.

“Promise you won’t abandon me,” she requested, and Adrien’s face softened into a smile.

“Of course not, Chlo. We’ll always be friends,” he said.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Chloe set her pillow aside, crawling into his arms and squeezing him tight, and Adrien’s face fell a little as he leaned his head against hers.

He wasn’t sure how Lila could stand to lie to people all the time. Tricking the people he cared about made him feel hollow inside, but he had to remind himself of the alternative to telling the truth. It wasn’t an option he could risk. Not ever.

***

“Excellent work today, m’lady. I think I deserve a reward for saving that bus,” Chat said, leaning down and puckering his lips, though after a moment, he blinked and pressed them into a firm line.

“Wow, I didn’t even have to flick your nose this time,” Ladybug said as he straightened and rubbed the back of his head.

“Yeah…” He said with a wince, and Ladybug quirked a brow.

“You okay, Chat Noir?” She asked, and he plastered on a smile before retrieving his staff.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Better get going before I change back,” he said before vaulting off.

It was strange, but he felt a little guilty flirting with Ladybug, like he was somehow being unfaithful to Marinette. They weren’t really dating, so it wasn’t technically two-timing. Not to mention to the rest of Paris, Adrien Agreste and Chat Noir were two different people, so no one would ever know if he did, yet it still made him feel kind of skeevy.

Sure, Marinette was his fake girlfriend, but in a way that technically still made her his girlfriend in some capacity. Maybe he was overthinking everything, but ever since this whole thing started, he’d been so conflicted and confused.

He hated lying to everyone, but he didn’t have another choice. Not to mention he was potentially sacrificing both of their happiness by being with someone they didn’t truly love. Was it fair of him to tie Marinette up for his own selfish reasons? What if she loved someone else who overlooked her because she was in a relationship with him? What if she ended up alone because of him? Marinette didn’t deserve that.

She was the most amazing girl he’d ever met, and she deserved to have someone who loved her for real. Someone who would treat her like a queen and give her the world, and he supposed that even if he didn’t have romantic feelings for her, he was still her ‘boyfriend’ for the time being. So, until they could break things off safely, he’d give her everything that he could and treat her with every ounce of gentleness and dedication she deserved. It was the least he could do for her after everything. He only hoped that everything would work out for them in the end, and that entering this fake relationship wouldn’t turn out to be a horrible mistake.

***

Marinette fidgeted outside the gate of the Agreste mansion, twisting the hems of her jacket between her hands. She’d been to the mansion to spend time with Adrien the night before, and he said his father was okay with the two of them being together, yet when he texted her that his father wanted to speak to both of them, she couldn’t help but freak out a little.

Was he onto them? Had he changed his mind? What if he banned her from ever speaking to Adrien again? Then he’d never fall in love with her for real! They’d never get their house or three kids or the dog or the hamster named-

“Shouldn’t you ring the bell, Marinette?” Tikki piped up from her purse.

“I’m too scared,” she admitted, biting her nails. “Mr. Agreste is huge in the world of fashion, and he’s Adrien’s very strict and hard-to-impress father. What if I trip and spill hot tea in his lap, and he gets scalded and then it gets infected then he’ll have to retire early, and it’ll be all my fault, Adrien will probably never speak to me again, and I can kiss my dreams of becoming a fashion designer goodbye for good.”

“Marinette, you always think too much,” Tikki chided gently with an amused glint in her eye. “He’s probably just interested in who his son is dating. Besides, you’ve already impressed him with your hat designs.”

“I know, but this is different. He doesn’t know me much outside of the hat design, and you know how protective he is of Adrien,” Marinette said pointedly. “If I screw this up Adrien could end up having to date Lila, and I can’t let that happen at any cost!”

“Well, you can’t impress him if you never go in. They’re probably waiting on you,” Tikki said, and Marinette tensed.

“You’re right! If I’m late because I was out here panicking, then I’m already off to a bad start. I can do this!” She took a deep breath before pressing the doorbell with a nervous squeak.

“Yes?” Nathalie’s voice sounded through the camera that poked out.

“Um, hello.” Marinette waved.

“Come on in, Marinette. Mr. Agreste is waiting,” Nathalie said before the camera retracted, and the gate opened.

Marinette swallowed hard before hesitantly creeping up the front steps to the door where Nathalie let her in. She wiped her palms on her pants as they headed for Mr. Agreste’s office. Once through the door, her eyes locked with Adrien’s who gave her an encouraging smile as he stood up and crossed the room to greet her. He stooped to kiss her cheeks before taking her hand and leading her to her seat beside him.

“Are we in trouble?” She whispered to him, and he shrugged.

“No, Marinette. You’re not in trouble, you can relax,” Nathalie assured her, pouring a cup of tea and passing it to her.

“The media has been rather loud about you two,” Gabriel stated, staring up at the portrait of his wife before turning to face them. “Everyone is talking about your young love, and they all want to know who Adrien Agreste’s girlfriend is.”

“Of course, they’ve seen you two together before, and several magazines have already published speculation that you two have been together for several months ever since your incident at the movie theater,” Nathalie continued. “The point is people are curious about your relationship, so we’ve arranged an interview for you both with Mode with a collaborative shoot to go with it.”

“Collaborative? As in-”

“You two will be posing together,” Gabriel said with a nod. “You will answer the public’s burning questions and promote the brand. We originally thought Miss Rossi would have been a more suitable choice, but the public is also quite familiar with you, Marinette.”

“As it turns out, people are quite happy with the two of you pairing up, seeing as Marinette has designed for you, Adrien,” Nathalie said, and Marinette felt her cheeks flush as Adrien cast her a warm smile.

“I’m glad. We’re happy too,” he said, giving her hand a squeeze.

“Your relationship will be good the brand, so I will allow you two out publicly provided that Gorilla accompanies you,” Gabriel said, turning his attention back to his screen.

“Thank you, Father,” Adrien said, perking up as Nathalie moved to the door.

“That is all,” Gabriel said dismissively, and Nathalie gestured them out.

“Father, is it okay if Marinette stays for a while?” Adrien requested.

Gabriel glanced at Nathalie who consulted her tablet.

“He has 40 free minutes before his fencing lesson,” she said, and Gabriel gave a permissive nod.

“Thank you, Father, Nathalie!” Adrien took her hand and led her up to his room, leaning against the door and letting out a sigh once they were inside. “Well, looks like everything is working out so far.”

“Shouldn’t we be concerned that your dad wants to use us to promote his brand?” Marinette quirked a brow.

“It doesn’t surprise me that he’s capitalizing on it. That’s the whole reason he wanted me to date Lila after all,” he said with a shrug. “I think it’s his way of justifying allowing us to be together.”

“Your happiness isn’t enough?” Adrien averted his gaze at that, so Marinette changed the subject. “You’ll have to give me pointers for modelling for our shoot coming up.”

“Don’t worry. That won’t be a problem,” he said, shoulders curling as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m more worried about being…convincing.”

“Convincing?” Marinette’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, ya know…being couple-like,” he said. “Being awkward and flustered worked when Lila put us on the spot because it was our first kiss, but if we want everyone to believe that we’re together, we’re going to have to sell it.”

“I guess you’re right. If we look uncomfortable together during the photoshoot, it will be pretty obvious that we’re faking,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “So, what do we do?”

“Well…” Adrien started, pursing his lips. “I have an idea, but…”

“But?”

“It’s…” His voice trailed off, his gaze dropping to his shoes. “I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to, I just thought…”

“Thought what?” Marinette quirked a brow, giving him an encouraging nod to continue.

“Well, when you want to get better at something, you practice, so I was thinking that in order to be more convincing, we could…practice kissing.” He flicked his gaze up to hers timidly, ears burning when she visibly faltered. “It was just a dumb idea. We don’t have to.”

“No, no- it’s fine! I think it’s a good idea.” She waved her hands frantically. “I mean, we’re going to have to in front of everyone, so…”

“Right.” Adrien nodded, and they fell into silence, averting their gazes until Adrien reached out to take her hand again.

He led her over to his couch where they sat stiffly, and Adrien rubbed his palms on his jeans. Marinette sat still, hands balling into fists in her lap as Adrien adjusted to face her. Their eyes locked then immediately darted away, nervous laughs escaping their lips. He leaned in first, and Marinette sat forward to meet him, bumping her nose into his.

“Sorry!” They said in unison.

Adrien leaned in again, and this time Marinette sat still, her gaze flicking down to his lips as they inched closer. He was so close, his hair tickling her forehead as his eyelids hooded. Her breath hitched as their lips brushed, and Adrien hesitated, muttering a breathy apology with another awkward laugh before closing the gap between them.

Their lips fit together wrong. Hers were too stiff and his spread to wide. When she pictured kissing Adrien, she’d always imagined the world stopping, and the clouds parting, but this was…awkward. He seemed to feel it too, pulling back with a wince before leaning in once more, only this time they compensated too much for the other, reversing the roles.

They pulled away with apologetic laughs, Adrien leaning his forehead against hers with a sigh. All of her plans to make him fall in love with her were tossed out the window now. She couldn’t even manage to kiss him properly let alone charm him. How was she better at kissing Chat Noir in the middle of an akuma battle than Adrien in the privacy of his bedroom?

“I’m sorry,” Adrien said, and Marinette blinked in surprise.

“For what?” She asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I’m really terrible at this, and I just can’t stop thinking that I’m asking too much of you,” he said, lowering his gaze.

Technically, he was, but for different reasons she didn’t want to bring up right now. Instead, she reached up to cup his cheek with a kind smile.

“I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I thought I couldn’t handle it,” she said, lifting his chin. “We just need to relax, that’s all. We’re friends, and we care about each other, so we shouldn’t worry about being awkward or messing up if we both aren’t bothered by it.”

Adrien gave her one of those warm smiles that made her heart skip and nodded.

“You’re right, Marinette. I’m really grateful to have such an amazing friend like you. Any boy that ends up with you will be the luckiest person in the world,” he said, and she felt her cheeks flush.

His gaze flicked back down to her lips, and he leaned in once more, gently touching his lips to hers. A hand cupped her face, tenderly caressing her cheek while the other slid around her waist, and as much as she knew she shouldn’t, she let herself pretend that this was real. That Adrien loved her, and that they were really together.

For one small fraction of time, she didn’t worry about how much it would hurt later. How her heart would shatter and break when all was said and done. How painful it would be when she and Adrien went their separate ways, and she’d watch as he moved on with someone else.

She didn’t care. All that mattered to her were the soft lips entwined with her own, the gentle yet eager way he pulled her closer, tilting his head until his tongue slipped between her lips and made contact with hers. The soft moan that rumbled in his throat as she dared to reach up to curl her fingers through his golden locks that urged him to kiss her deeper until her back was against the couch as he pressed against her. The hungry way his tongue danced with her own and the breath shared between them that became heavier as they held tighter, hands knotting fistfuls of clothing and hair as what was meant to be a gentle melody evolved into a symphony.

Neither one cared to slow down. Adrien found himself just as lost in her as she was him, and he didn’t want to stop.

Marinette was a friend, a fact he knew this quite well, but something in this felt right. Kissing her was exhilarating and fun, and he had to admit, it felt pretty good. However, as was customary for his life, all good things came swiftly to an end, and when Nathalie cleared her throat forcefully, he felt the haze parting.

Pulling away, his eyes locked with Marinette’s who seemed just as dazed and confused as he did, and he realized how unconsciously entwined they’d become and quickly pushed away with flushed cheeks. Nathalie barely batted an eye as he looked up at her, wiping saliva from his mouth and fussing with his hair.

“Mr. D’Argencourt is here for your private fencing lesson,” Nathalie informed him, and he glanced at the time on his phone, realizing that more time had past than he first thought. In the moment, it seemed as though they’d only been kissing for a few seconds, but it had been over 40 minutes.

“Oh, um, yeah,” he said lamely, swallowing hard as he attempted to see through the dense fog that clouded his mind.

“You can see Marinette tomorrow at school,” she continued, shifting to give Marinette a path to the door, and the girl in question averted her gaze, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Um, see you tomorrow,” she said quickly, and Adrien stood up with her.

“I’ll walk you out,” he offered, but Nathalie gave him one of those denying looks.

“Mr. D’Argencourt is waiting. You should get changed.” Was all she said, but Adrien knew the meaning behind those words.

Say goodbye now. There is no time to waste.

“Um, yeah, I’ll see you at school,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck before leaning in to kiss her cheek. “Bye.”

“Bye,” she said before scurrying toward the door, and Nathalie gave him a pointed look before following after her.

Adrien checked the time again, touching his lips thoughtfully. So much time passed in an instant, and without him even realizing it, he’d gotten so carried away. Did kissing always feel that good? Or was there something deeper hiding inside him for Marinette?

He shook his head to clear it, letting out a deep breath before moving to the bathroom to change. There was no way. Marinette was just a friend doing him a favor. There was nothing between them. Nothing…and yet he couldn’t stop thinking about the taste of her lips or the softness of her skin all throughout his lesson.

Downstairs, Nathalie closed the office door behind her, a smirk on her lips.

“We’ll have to keep an eye on those two,” she said with a hint of amusement. “They were kissing rather passionately when I walked in.”

“See to it that they’re supervised,” Gabriel instructed, and Nathalie nodded before taking her seat at her desk.

Gabriel glanced up at the portrait behind him with a frown, hoping that his son never had to endure the pain that he did. He hoped, for Adrien’s sake, that he and Marinette could just be happy.

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