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astarions-bride · 3 months

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Can I get spicy prompt 23 w father Anthony! Have a wonderful day 🫶🏻

Hope you like it! It was fun to write for a new character, (it's been a minute since I wrote something 😅) especially for my newest fixation. Also I have no idea how Catholic churches work so...sorry for any mistakes 😬

“You’re the only person I’d make an exception for. Count yourself lucky,” the words echoed in your head as you watched the last few stragglers hanging around the door talking and laughing, your leg bouncing with nerves and you once again wiped your damp palms on your skirt, before ducking back into the confessional booth.

The darkness was almost calming.

Allowing you to catch your breath and calm yourself before you ruined things before they even started. It seemed like an eternity before you heard the faint click of the massive doors shutting and then silence greeted you. You held your breath, unsure if you should walk out now and risk a loner drawing you into a reluctant conversation, and you grew lightheaded as your heart thundered in your chest. Your lungs burned from lack of air and you swore you saw spots before you heard someone delicately clear their throat. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden sound.

"It's all clear, darling...unless you need the confessional?" a teasing voice spoke, the familiarity making you release your breath in relief, and you gingerly slipped outside.

Father Anthony Bridge stood leaning against a pew, a smile threatening to curl his lips, and his bright blue eyes crinkled at the corners as you huffed in annoyance.

"I am dating a priest. Not much I need to confess," you replied primly, heat rising in your face as his smirk grew into a full grin, but you immediately reached for his outstretched hand.

He pulled you close until you could feel his body heat and smell his spicy cologne that you bought him and you distracted yourself from his intense gaze by fidgeting with his collar.

"Well...I am almost certain that the priest needs time in the confessional for the thoughts running through his head during communion this morning," he quipped and your own grin twitched the corners of your mouth.

You remember the bedroom eyes you gave him as he placed the wafer on your outstretched tongue, how his long slender fingers trembled and lingered for a second too long by your mouth, and how those beautiful eyes darkened. Arms sneaking around your waist brought you back to the present and his words from earlier once more echoed in the back of your head.

"Are you sure we're alone?" you asked softly, glancing around nervously, and in answer you were pulled closer to him.

His lips found yours and you immediately melted against him. His kiss was soft and sweet, even his facial hair was nothing more than a soft caress against your skin, and you felt tension ease out of you until you were nearly limp in his arms.

"Don't think I forgot about our...conversation," he eventually whispered as he pulled away, leaving you dazed and giddy, and his words had your blood sizzling in your veins.

"Are you sure we won't be disturbed?" you asked breathlessly as your hands moved up to comb nervously through his perfectly styled hair.

"Now look who's nervous," Anthony teased while gently nudging his nose against yours followed by a swift kiss to your pouting lips.

"I just don't think I could forgive myself if we got caught....having...sex in your office," you said haltingly as your face burned.

This was a much easier conversation last night when you both were naked and in bed.

"We don't have to do this today, or ever, if you truly do not want to. I'm perfectly fine with taking you back home and ravishing you there," he said, a rakish smile in place, but his eyes were serious.

At the thought of him doing just that your mind was instantly made up. You started to drag him towards his office as he laughed at your sudden urgency.

"Can't wait that long," you said before pulling him closer to kiss while walking backwards into his office door.

"I want you inside me. Now," you murmured against his lips and his answering groan was all the encouragement you needed to fumble with the door blindly.

Not wanting to break the kiss for even a second to look at where you were going.

"You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" he muttered while reaching down to help you unlock the door, catching you before you fell through the doorway, and you smiled as he kicked the door shut firmly with his foot.

You both fumbled for the light switch, not once breaking apart, and the normally irritatingly bright lights that flooded the room suddenly seemed romantic. The sound of the lock clicking into place kickstarted your already pounding heart and your hands trembled as you tugged at his belt.

"I'll be the one dying if you don't get these pants off," you panted, finally leaning back to look down to loosen his belt, and you felt a surge of heat at the obvious tenting in his pants.

His lips met yours again, his hands pulling up your skirt while he pushed you back towards his desk, and you couldn't help but to smile. He leaned back just far enough to rest his forehead against your own, his nose bumping yours again as he caught his breath, and he made a small noise in question at your sudden smile.

"Who knew that a priest would lead me down the path of temptation?"

#it's been a while since I wrote for a new character #hope I did this justice #Father Anthony Bridge #bbc casualty #Anthony Bridge x Reader #neil newbon #neil newbon x reader #neil newbon smut #smutlet #the void answers

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penned-cbarbosa · 2 years

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Marry Me | Thomeste

Featuring: Thomeste + Sebastián Castillo De Leon & sprinkles of Aldrich Palermo; mentions of Antony Malinowski Notes: THOMAS & CELESTE GET MARRIED, Y’ALL! And this para proves it with oodles of cuteness. That’s really all you need to know. Happy reading!

--THOMAS--

Thomas was a ball of nerves. His feet were toasty warm knowing he was marrying Celeste, but he was nervous that something might go wrong. He was also nervous that he might fuck up his vows somehow. His hands shook a bit as he finished tightening the tie around his neck and he grabbed his suit jacket. It was warm out, but the material was thin and breathable enough that he wouldn’t sweat too much in it. Thomas’ sisters were there with him as he finished getting ready, and he couldn’t have been more grateful for their support. He knew they wouldn’t miss his wedding for the world, but having his family there meant everything to him. When he was done getting ready, Thomas stayed in the suite until the photographer brought him outside for the first look. Thomas hoped seeing Celeste and spending a little time with her before the ceremony would calm his nerves. “Just wait here until she takes my hand or taps me on the shoulder? All right,” he nodded and took a few deep breaths.

--CELESTE--

While standing outside of the limo that had brought them to Golden Gate Park, Celeste's aunt was circling her, making sure that nothing was out of place for her. Meanwhile, her cousin was close by with a sleeve of Saltines and a bottle of water. "You look angelic, Celeste," her mother told her, fingers fanned across her lips. "Are you ready to go see Thomas?"

Drawing a deep breath in and out, she nodded, "Mhm. I just really hope that we can get some great photos today." She wanted them to have great memories to look back on and hoped she wouldn't look nauseous in them. And once her aunt Adriana finished and swept her train up in the back, Celeste started walking with the ladies closest to her in her life toward the gardens but just outside of the ceremony site. When she reached the spot where Thomas had his back to her, immediately, she smiled. She gripped her bouquet in one hand and made her way to him as her aunt let the train fall to the ground and the trio of women hung back behind the photographer. With a soft grin, she reached out for Thomas's hand and gripped it, "Hey you," she murmured through a grin.

--THOMAS--

Thomas heard a little chattering behind him, and he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. He didn’t want them to be gross when Celeste approached. “Hi,” he grinned and squeezed her hand before turning around. Immediately, his face lit up and his eyes watered as he looked at his bride. “Holy shit, you look incredible!” He leaned in to kiss Celeste and then he pulled back enough to really see her whole gown. “I absolutely love the dress! You’re stunning! I’m the luckiest man on earth,” he smiled widely and kissed her again. He really has no idea what to expect with her dress. Thomas knew Celeste could wear anything and he would think she was the most beautiful woman on the planet, but the gown she picked was perfect on her.

--CELESTE--

Celeste's heart had been thumping fast and hard inside her chest, but her smile brightened when Thomas turned around and reacted to seeing her from head-to-toe in her wedding attire. His compliments made her grin impossibly wider than before and she'd let out a small, modest laugh, expelling some of her nervousness in the process. "Thank you, babe," and before she could tell him how handsome she found him in his suit, she was kissing him back for a second time, winding her bouquet-ladened hand around his neck. While keeping her face close to his, she parted her lips from his pair long enough to utter, "You look amazing. I'm always gonna love seeing you all suited up or in a tux." She pecked his lips and then spoke on through another smile, "I'm so glad I get to marry you today." There was a warmth, a glow she felt surrounding them as she stood in front of Thomas. They would get to the ceremony soon enough but for now, the photographer clicked away at the two of them. Her family members who had escorted her over, quietly slipped away after some quick, hushed and varied forms of, "Congrats!" to the couple.

--THOMAS--

He smiled widely when she complimented his suit. Thomas actually liked getting dressed up. After getting back from the island and getting back into the gym, he was feeling like himself again. And considering the number of suits he already had, getting another for the wedding was nice. "Thank you. You picked out a nice colour for the suits," he said. "God... me too. I'm so happy right now." Thomas was also glad they were going to share the news about the twins after the ceremony. It was so hard to keep that a secret. Not even his family knew, though they did know Celeste was pregnant. As the photographer took more candid pictures of them, he really didn't even notice. Before Celeste's family members left, he thanked them. "We should get at least a few posed pictures, too." They spent a good amount of time taking photos, and Thomas suggested they take a few, making it obvious that she was pregnant. He wanted to have those, even if they were only for the two of them.

--CELESTE--

It was so easy to feed off of each other's joy. Celeste knew her cheeks would be hurting before even walking down the aisle. "You and me both, babe," she replied, softly but giddily giggling through her words. She gazed up at him with pure adoration and continued holding his hand, her smile easily returning to her face as she thought about them being moments away from being married. When the photographer agreed with Thomas about the photos, Celeste nodded, "Okay. Just as long as I don't have to do any real spinning. I feel surprisingly okay right now and don't wanna push my luck." She chuckled a bit and followed the photographer's given directions, picking up her train whenever the two of them moved more than a few steps from where they were. The picture of the two of them forming a heart with their hands against Celeste's barely-there bump had been one of her favorites to take. They had taken a couple more photos relating to the pregnancy and a few more posed photos before Aldrich appeared in his purple suit and whispered in the photographer's ear, prompting them to take their leave of the space ahead of the bride and groom. He then turned to the couple with a bright smile and said, "It’s time. Your guests are seated, your wedding party is lined up, and Sebastián is ready at the chuppah for you both."

--THOMAS--

Thomas nodded. "I promise you don't have to spin. I don't want to put my luck either." He knew it was a good day so far as far as the nausea went. And he didn't want to mess that up. As they took more photos, he held his almost-wife and rubbed her stomach lovingly. Their babies were growing quickly, and he was so excited to be a dad. Thomas was also excited to see Celeste as a mom. She already had every good maternal instinct, and she was so full of love. He greeted Aldrich when he came over to tell them it was time. "I'll see you down there," Thomas told Celeste and gave her a kiss before he went to line up. They were less than an hour away from being declared husband and wife.

--CELESTE--

Thomas being so loving and tender were just two of the many reasons why Celeste was so in love with him and looking forward to a life with him. She kept close to for every photo and smiled either softly or largely almost non-stop throughout. In some of the photos, at the photographer's guidance for sillier pictures, she laughed freely and earnestly. When Aldrich showed up to tell them it was time, Celeste felt like her heart had done a little back-lit inside her chest before thumping just a little bit harder to internally reflect her excitement. She returned Thomas's kiss and then quietly replied, "See you soon!" as he left. Celeste watched him go for a moment, and then looked to Aldrich with a grin. She thanked him for everything he'd done to make today happen for her and Thomas, and then gave him a fierce hug. When the two friends parted, she noticed Aldrich offering his arm and she accepted, walking with him to the back of the wedding party lineup. She heard the hushed reactions from those who hadn't seen her until then and Celeste reacted with a beaming smile and a wave. Her dad was waiting at the end in his green suit and all the joy plastered on his face. When he saw his daughter, however, his expression changed. Celeste didn't have the words to describe the look but she knew he was deeply happy for her and Thomas. She hugged him for an undetermined amount if time, and then stood arm-in-arm beside him as the music changed and the wedding party started walking further into the gardens at Aldrich's skillful prompting. Thomas's niece and nephews were the last ones to walk out, ahead of Celeste and Arthur. The music faded before transitioning to Colby Caillat's "Bubbly". With an effortless deep breath and a squeeze of her dad's arm, Celeste began the walk along the rose petal path and down the aisle towards Thomas and her future with him.

--SEBASTIÁN--

Sebastián asked his husband to make sure his kippah was in place. When he spotted Aldrich from a distance and the music began, he took his position, looking over to Thomas with a comforting smile. "You're doing great.", he whispered and then kept both his hands in front of him, holding on to the scriptures he'd be reading and the words he had chosen to share about the couple. He looked ahead, smiling nice and wide in support of Celeste. This would be a big day and huge reveal all in one. He could feel the love in the room and the beauty that surrounded them all was appropriate for such a lovely pair. Once it was Celeste's turn to walk in, he watched as everyone stood and he made it a point to watch both Thomas and Celeste. After the bride made it to Thomas, he asked Arthur to give her away and smiled at the sight. Seeing her in her dress made a few tears fall and he wiped them quickly. Taking a deep breath in, he asked the guests to sit and addressed them as well as the couple. "Hello! For those of you who don't know me, I am Sebastián and I have the privilege of knowing both the bride and groom really well. They are my dearest friends and like all of you here, I love them very much. We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two hearts. Thomas and Celeste, life is given to each of us as individuals, and yet we must learn to live together. Love is given to us by our family and friends - we learn to love by being loved. Learning to love and living together is one of the greatest challenges of life; and it is the shared goal of a married life." He grinned, shifting his gaze from Thomas to Celeste. "Are you ready?"

--THOMAS--

Thomas made sure his kippah was on and clipped to his hair, and he walked down the aisle where Sebastián was already waiting. He just saw Celeste and didn't know why he was so nervous, so his friend telling him he was doing great was actually reassuring. Thomas stood at the end, looking out at all the friends and family members who were there to support them, and his heart swelled. There was so much love and joy radiating from them. When Celeste started walking toward him with her dad, his eyes welled up with tears. Yes, he had just seen her. The dress was no longer a surprise. But she was taking her last steps as a single woman. In a matter of minutes, she would be his wife. Nothing in the world could make him happier. "Thank you," Thomas muttered to Arthur, shaking his hand and taking Celeste's. He smiled widely at Sebastián's words, so grateful they chose him to be the officiant. "I've never been more ready."

--CELESTE--

Seeing the kids handle their flower/ring bearer duties made Celeste grin and softly giggle. But when she lifted her gaze up the aisle to Thomas and locked eyes with him, her breath hitched. She saw the glazed look in his eyes from the tears and the existing joy in her just bloomed that much larger. True, they had just been with each other mere moments ago but now, their ceremony had begun and they were that much closer to being each other's husband and wife. Once she and her father reached Thomas and Sebastián, Celeste turned her head to peck her father on the cheek and hug him. After their embrace ended, Arthur took hold of one of Celeste's hands and placed it in one of Thomas's. He cast Thomas a kind smile, whispering, "I know you two will take care of each other, but know you're not taking this next step alone." He squeezed both of their hands and then stepped away to stand beside his wife in the front row. Meanwhile, Celeste fixed her eyes on Thomas, gripping her bouquet while listening to Sebastián. "Definitely ready."

--SEBASTIÁN--

When both the bride and groom announced they were ready, Sebastián nodded and cleared his throat. "Good." He chuckled and allowed the audience to also get some laughs in. "Thomas, Celeste. As I was saying earlier, I've had the privilege of getting to know you both and calling you my friends. More than that, you're both family. With that said, it's easy to see that many people feel the same way about you. Just look at this amazing turnout. Even Madison Square Garden would be jealous. I want you both to close your eyes and take a deep breath and just embrace everything around you. That? What you're feeling? Is the undeniable love everyone has for the two of you. Okay, reopen your eyes. Even nature behaved for this momentous occasion. Thomas, I remember when I first met you, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had just met one of the most genuinely kind men I have ever met in my life. I was taken aback by how modest and friendly you were and when Celeste told me she had found the one on day one of my arrival on the island might I add, I prayed internally that it would be you. So when she revealed who the one was, I was ecstatic. I felt it then, It felt it in the many months we all had together and I feel it today. Love like yours is hard to come by. Celeste, what can I say about you, mi amor? You're the reason the sun is shining today. You are the actual embodiment of love. I had heard in passing many times how you were the mother hen or the sister-mom of the island and I knew that to be true. You're giving personality and love of life matched with Thomas' delightful and soft heart is the perfect combination. You are meant to be. We all truly believe that. And now you've made a grown man cry." He wiped his tears and chuckled. "Congratulations, you two. You're an inspiration. Now, please face each other so you can share your vows."

--THOMAS--

Thomas grinned and chuckled and nodded along with what Sebastián was saying about him and Celeste. He was so genuinely glad he was friends with the other man and that he made a good impression with him and Antony, especially because they both knew Celeste before coming to the island. Now, the four of them were so close. They were all each other's bonus family. It felt wonderful. "Jeez... way to make me cry," Thomas chuckled and wiped his eyes. He grabbed his little notebook out of his suit jacket. "Thank you for letting me go first. Celeste is a writer, and there is no way my vows will be better than hers." He heard a few chuckles from the audience. "Celeste, I just want to start off by saying you're a total smokeshow. I'm so lucky to be marrying someone as hot as you are," he grinned. "I didn't have many expectations for Ship-Wrecked when I joined the cast. I thought it would just be a way to pass a few months, but I was wrong. It was one of the best decisions I ever made. Meeting you changed the whole course of my life, and I will always be grateful to that silly reality show. From our first date, I knew you could be someone I spent the rest of my life with. After our first kiss, I knew I wanted to leave the island with you. You're so smart, kind, and funny. You accepted me for who I was, baggage and all," he grinned and turned the page. "After you met my family, I was even more sure about us having a future together. Not many people can boast that they got the approval of a Jewish Mother, but my mum adores you. My whole family does. You fit in with us perfectly." Thomas looked at Celeste for a few moments before continuing.

"I am so lucky to have another chance at love. And I'm so lucky you deemed me worthy of being your husband. I swear I will love and cherish you every day. I will make sure you always have snacks and drinks when you're writing. I promise to be the best dad possible." He heard some awws from his family and murmurs of confusion from others. "I am yours forever."

--CELESTE--

Celeste was able to concentrate on Sebastián’s greeting and start to the wedding. He was very kind and flattering in how he described her and Thomas. And he was very right, particularly when it came to Thomas. With their vows taking place early in the ceremony, Celeste’s heart started to beat a little quicker, a little bit anxious for this part. But when Thomas was to go first, she felt a small bit of relief. In truth, the vows had been the most stressful part of preparing for the wedding, as far as she was concerned. She kept her eyes trained on Thomas and tried not to get caught in the contagious tears that captured both men. He’d made her chuckle with his first sentence and she was blushing in no time. It was difficult to keep the tears at bay, and became impossible once he spoke of their first date and how his feelings blossomed from there. Damn hormones she thought to herself. Her smile was plastered on her face as a lone tear escaped and trickled thinly down her cheek. She wanted so badly to kiss him again, for everything he shared and everything he vowed. Instead, she carefully wiped away the tear and drew in a deep breath. The reactions of their family and friends about him promising to be the best dad possible made her smile momentarily turn mischievous and knowing, but now it was her turn.

“Thank you,” she mouthed, barely managing a whisper with it. Around her bouquet, Celeste held two folded pieces of paper that were now slightly wrinkled and creased. She handed her bouquet to her aunt and then unfolded the papers to read what she had written. “Thomas, when we first met, I felt like there was magic being conjured between us. You were kind, funny, a little flirty…” Her grin reappeared for that part, “and you had me thinking about you often after we went our separate ways. But fate didn’t keep us apart for long after that, and we had our first date. You already know how much an emotional connection means to me and that night, I felt like we’d grown one. I had my reservations about going on Ship-Wrecked, but I’m so thankful to have taken that leap of faith. It brought me to you, and vice versa. It brought love back into my heart in ways that I couldn’t imagine or describe. Your loving heart and unfailing kindness deserve to be protected, nurtured, and cherished. I hope to do all of those things, always.” She sniffed and quickly wiped away another rebellious tear. “I also promise you my heart, my fidelity, my support, and my love. I vow to be by your side, always. I vow to find some way to tell you each and every day of our lives that I love you. I promise to always be in your corner no matter what, and to live this life with you as your partner–in the community, in our home, in parenting, and in whatever other ways life calls for us to be partners. Thank you for being the king to my queen. Thank you for loving me, and for letting me love you back.” While folding the paper back up again, she whispered, “I love you, Thomas.”

--SEBASTIÁN--

There was no way there was a dry eye around them. Sebastián listened to the couple intently, smiling and chuckling during the appropriate times. Once the vows had been delivered, he smiled at them, placing his hand over their joined hands. "That was beautiful. Join me in the couple's I do's and ring exchange. Do you Thomas, take Celeste to be your wife?" He waited for a response and then continued. "Do you promise to love, cherish and protect her, whether in good fortune or in adversity, and to seek with her a life hallowed by god?" Seb waited for the rings and for Thomas to answer before repeating the same to Celeste.

--THOMAS--

"I do. I absolutely do," Thomas smiled and took the ring for Celeste. The ceremony had been pretty quick so far, but it covered all the bases. He thought ceremonies didn't have to be long for them to be meaningful and sweet. "I love you," he whispered to Celeste.

--CELESTE--

Grinning from ear to ear, Celeste watched Thomas place the ring on her finger after saying his 'I do's and then she lifted her brown eyes to his blue pair. Her smile softened as she whispered back to him, "I love you." And when Sebastián repeated the same lines to her, she nodded, "I do, now and always." She turned back as Antony held her bouquet but extended Thomas's ring to her. Celeste placed the ring on Thomas's finger and once it was in place, she squeezed his hand, grinning as she knew the ceremony was nearing its end.

--SEBASTIÁN--

Sebastián was grinning from ear to ear, excited to announce the words everyone had been waiting for. "I ask you and all your dear ones to bow your heads in reverence. Silently pray that God will bless the home of Thomas and Celeste and that they each, and together, may achieve their highest hopes." He paused so everyone can join. "To make your relationship work will take love. This is the core of your marriage and why you are here today. It will take trust, to know, that in your hearts, you truly want what is best for each other. It will take dedication, to stay open to one another - and to learn and grow together. It will take faith, to go forward together, without knowing exactly what the future brings. And it will take commitment, to hold true to the journey you both have pledged to today. He gestured so that glasses could be brought forward to crush. "After Thomas and Celeste breaks the glass, I invite everyone to shout the Hebrew words “Mazel Tov,” meaning “Good Luck” and “Congratulations.”

--THOMAS--

Thomas also prayed, thanking G-d for his wife and their babies. He was so grateful for the three of them being in his life, and he was thankful that he was getting a second chance at the life he always wanted. Everlasting love and to become a father. At the very end of the ceremony, Thomas kissed Celeste and stomped on the blown glass, hearing the satisfying sound of it shattering. As everyone cheered, he took his wife's hand and walked with her back up the aisle. "We did it!" he smiled at her. And Thomas gave her another kiss at the end for the photographer to capture.

--CELESTE--

As she listened to Sebastián continue to lead and ultimately conclude the ceremony, Celeste kept her hands in Thomas's, only letting go of him when it came time for him to smash the glass. The quick pop of the glass breaking under Thomas's shoe made Celeste grin, and it stayed there through the cheering and clapping from their surrounding friends and family. She retrieved her bouquet from Antony and mouthed a 'Thank you' to him before happily heading back up the aisle with Chris. She could have practically been floating the whole way with how completely buoyant she was feeling. She and Thomas were married. He was her husband now and she was his wife! In that moment, nothing could keep the smile off of her face, even as he pulled her in for another kiss. She draped her arms around his neck and gladly kissed him back, whispering, "I love you," to him the moment their lips parted.

They would have a little bit of time for some photos with their wedding party and family before heading to the reception, but once that was finished--or rather, once Aldrich had to intervene and encourage their guests to get to the reception venue--Celeste took Thomas's hand again and walked with him from the gardens and the park, thanking a few passersby for their, "Congratulations!" to the newlyweds. Once they reached the park's edge, an all white classic car with a sharply dressed driver was awaiting them. The bumper was adorned with a "Just married" banner and some pale green and purple ribbons. Celeste grinned and looked to Thomas. "My parents set this up for us, to and from the venue." The photographer snapped a few more photos of the couple at the car, and then, with a steady helping hand from her husband, she climbed into the back seat, waited for him to join her, and the two were whisked off to enjoy the rest of their wedding day, together.

#Marry Me para #Thomas #Come What May #Sebastian #swwedding

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manyothermusingsofmine · 10 months

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Kissing Charm || Drabble

Fandom: Ace Attorney

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 1806

Translations:

Süßer; sugar, sweetheart

min älskling: my love

Ach, Schade: ah, pity/too bad

Ich liebe dich: I love you

Älskar dig med: I love you too

danke: thank you.

Summary: self indulgent medicinal fluffy one shot because my day was miserable. So. Characters kissin' in a somewhat secluded room, it's just me bonking barbie dolls together basically.

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He had some time left until he had to show up for the trial, being the prosecutor and all.

Klavier rummaged around his office, gathering some files and other bits and bobbles he needed to do his job properly. Was he nervous for this upcoming trial? Well, he wasn’t showing it, that was for sure. Even if particular details of the case were still a mystery to him, there was no way in hell he was ever going to show anyone else that he was nervous about something.

It was just an opening for an attack then, after all.

He turned his arm inward, throwing a quick glance at his watch. Gathering everything he needed only took about thirty minutes, giving him specifically an hour left before the trial started and about forty five minutes before he actually had to be at the courtroom.

What could he do in that time to calm the slight nerves bubbling somewhere in the deepest pit of his stomach? He thought about it for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek; before smirking as a certain thought popped up in his head. Oh, yeah, that would absolutely ease his nerves.

“LA District Court, please hold.”

Klavier let out an amused huff as he was put on hold, his heart fluttering just a little at even such a simple sentence coming from her. He loved hearing her talk, after all. He just waited, quietly lip-synching the hold music to himself, and mocking the robotic voice in between, until she picked up

“Thank you for your patience, how may I assist you today?”

“Süßer, it’s awful, horrible, absolutely terrible, the worst possible thing that could’ve ever happened!”

He could hear Mary snort; she was trying to hold back a laugh, as he really amped up the drama in his voice. And honestly, he was trying not to laugh himself as he continued his melodramatic act.

“You’re laughing? I absolutely desperately need your help, and you’re laughing? You wound me so, min älskling-“

“Alright, alright, no need to weaponize both German and Swedish against me,” she said, amusement and joy twinkling in the sound of her voice. She shook her head, unable to keep the grin off her face. Would anyone else take his dramatics this well? Maybe not, but to her, it was nothing less of amusing when thrown at her in this kind of fashion.

“What do you need, dear?” she almost chirped in response. And that’s where Klavier set the actual plan and thing he wanted to accomplish in motion

“Can you get file XZ-3 for me from the storage? I could’ve sworn I picked it up yesterday, but apparently I didn’t, and the trial I need it for is in like, an hour.”

“And let me guess, you absolutely need the physical copy of it? Fine. What’s in it for me?”

“My eternal love and devotion isn’t enough?”

“You’re lucky I like you as much as I do, Klav.”

“I am. And you’ll see what’s in it for you when you see it.”

Mary rolled her eyes in pure amusement as the call was ended, and she took off her headset. She told Nevada that she would be off on a quick file errand run, and would be back as soon as possible. Just so that her coworker and friend was aware of where she would be.

She made her way over to the room where most of the files on current cases were stored, opening one of the cabinets and flipping her way through the documents inside. XZ-3, right, that was what she was looking for. She repeated it in her head a few times, opening a drawer lower and flipping through that until she found what she was looking for.

And, at that point, she had heard familiar footsteps drawing closer. She shifted her weight to her left hip, turning towards him with her arms lightly crossed over her chest and a small smile curling up on her lips.

“If you were just going to come here anyway, why did you make me fetch a file for you?”

“Oh, I see how it is, I save you the trip to my office and this is how you thank me?” Klavier replied with a grin.

“I’m just saying if you’re coming down here anyway, why didn’t you just grab the file yourself?”

That was exactly the kind of question he had been waiting for.

Klavier casually made his way over to her, gently taking the file from her hands and placing it on the still open drawer. He then wrapped an arm around his partner’s waist, pulling Mary closer to himself and lightly placing his hand under her chin to lift it up slightly, appreciating it when he felt her put her arms around him as well.

“Because, this is a much quieter place with way less foot traffic than past my office. So, how else would I be able to do this?”

And with that, he closed the slight gap between them by pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss. He could feel the slight surprise in her reaction, but that only lasted for a small moment before she let out a soft, relieved sigh and deepened the kiss herself.

Would they get caught in the very back end of the storage room? Unlikely, and far less likely than it would’ve been in Klavier’s office, she gave him that. Plus, there was no denying; it felt good. She felt her own hands curl up, holding on to the fabric of his blazer as she pressed herself as closely as she could to him, with Klavier very gently pressing her back against the tall rows of cabinets.

He did eventually break the kiss when both of them needed to breathe, carefully pushing a rogue strand of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.

“Don’t you have a trial to go to, soon?” she asked in a breathless tone, to which he just threw another glance at his watch.

“Eh, not that soon.”

That was good enough for her. She grabbed on to the collar of his button up, pulling him back in and pressing their lips back together; hungry for another kiss with equal passion as before. And honestly, Klavier was happy to oblige; eagerly kissing her back.

He felt one of her hands gently trailing along his collarbone, lightly smirking into the kiss as it was happening, before placing one of his hands over hers and holding onto it. Being with her like this was absolutely soothing his mind, the nerves that had been there long since evaporated as they just kissed each other.

She broke this kiss, lightly pressing her hands against his chest to make him back up just a little bit, cheeks flushed red from how breathless she felt and how hard her heart was pounding against her ribcage.

“You have to go,” she managed to get out, shivering as she felt the fingertips of his free hand gently run over her side.

“Do I?”

“Klavier, you’re running out of time; the courtroom is on the other end of the building. You have to go. And I told Nevada I would be back soon, I don’t think the time we’ve spend in here counts as soon.”

“Ach, Schade.”

She wasn’t exactly wrong. He had been here for longer than he had intended, spending time with the woman he considered his lucky charm rather than running off to get to the trial. And if the judge wouldn’t mind that, the defense attorney waiting for him to take the other side of the court room absolutely would.

Never mind the fact that if Mary actually took too long to return to her desk, Nevada would probably come looking for her; it usually wasn’t a good sign in Mary’s mental health department if she vanished from her desk for more than twenty minutes at a time.

Blue eyes met green ones in a small, knowing glance, and he quickly pressed another soft kiss to her lips; just one more for the road. He leaned back in, this time to whisper in her ear;

“Ich liebe dich.”

“Älskar dig med, now go,” she said, grabbing the file and pushing it to his chest so he would actually back up. However, she did so with a smile, not actually bothered by his affection. If anything, this moment shared in the furthest corner of the storage room eased her mind a little as well from the stress of the workday so far.

He took the file, rushing off and only halting his pace when he was getting close to the court room, walking on in a casual pace and easily pressing the file into the arms of the defense attorney

“Hold this for a moment, danke.”

“You are late!” Apollo squawked, annoyed at Klavier’s perceived tardiness while Klavier just calmly clicked open a pocket mirror and checked his appearance, calmly removing some smeared lipstick from the corner of his mouth.

“If the trial hasn’t started, I’m not late,” Klavier said with a shrug, still in the same calm matter reapplying the color on his lips before putting away the lipstick, shutting the mirror with a snap, and pulling the file back out of Apollo’s hands.

“It’s about to start in a few minutes, that’s late!”

Nevada looked up when they heard the sound of heels clicking down the hallway, watching as Mary took her seat at her desk and put her headset back on. They even watched as the woman next to them moved her thumb over her lower lip, removing a color that definitely hadn’t been there before.

“You missed a spot,” they dryly remarked, pointing to the corner of their own mouth to give Mary a hint as to where the color still was, “So what have you been up to in the time it took you to run that errand?”

“Nothing,” Mary replied innocently, “just running an errand.”

“That lipstick says otherwise.”

“And what makes you think I didn’t just apply that myself while on the go?”

“You don’t wear warm tan brown.”

… Ah. Yeah, okay, Nevada absolutely had a point there. Mary’s go to lipstick colors were either a true red, or a soft rose pink; browns didn’t exactly look flattering on her pale skin tone. Mary could feel that Nevada was still looking at her, from their peripheral vision, an amused grin on their face.

“What?”

“I know who does wear a warm tan brown as his daily wear, nude lipstick shade, though.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” Mary huffed, her cheeks quickly flaring red as she realised Nevada had basically caught her red handed with that.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

“… Thanks.”

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thexflyingxpotato · 1 year

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Thursday, April 20

(10:20am)

2023

Hi! Hi! Hello!

I haven’t slept since yesterday and realized only now today is 4/20 and also an Aries/Taurus eclipse or something with the sun or moon. Whenever there’s a full or new moon (or an eclipse of any sort) I’m either super restless at night or super sleepy and knocked tf out.

So quick jotting down of thoughts and ideas I have before I recap on the past week:

•I’ve been searching for answers on septum stretching on Reddit and am dead set on doing it solely cuz this jade septum tusk I want is only sold in bigger gauge sizes😭

•I’ve been answering questions on depression and stretching lobes and it lead me to answers I’ve been looking for for YEARS and made me feel less alone in this world.

•scrolling through Reddit helped me make up my mind about what tattoo ideas I want next to fill out the blank spots in my arm

•I literally upped my dose of ashwaganda 2 days ago and I feel a lot more relaxed and calm and my creativity is flooding back to me and it feels so amazing😭😭😭

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UPDATE on the past week:

•my nervous system is SHOT since I had the encounter with my abuser. I’ve been feeling super horrible about being triggered by literally everything. I feel shitty for constantly reacting and yelling at my husband and my child. >.< I just feel super stressed out and I can LITERALLY feel the constant adrenaline and stress building up and just sort of, constantly flowing on the sides of my neck (where your vagus nerve lies).

Massaging it didn’t help. Trying to do the sympathetic nerve reset exercise with tilting your head and looking the opposite direction didn’t help. I looked into getting a weighted blanket (I very much DO need a constant hug and deep pressure on the back of my neck and upper shoulders… as being neglected in all ways as a child has left me with physical touch being my main love language.) but that shit is an investment so I decided the best move for me was to try the goli ashwaganda gummies cuz I needed a solution to come back from being triggered ASAP.

•I cried a lot over the last three days… oscillating between feeling angry af and wanting to lash out at everyone, and then being extremely upset and hopeless cuz I wasn’t like this 2 months ago. I stayed away from family for almost half a year and was able to pull myself out of depression and push myself to be more motivated, and sticking to a routine to help my mental health stay steady. I— don’t like this version of myself. This version of me isn’t very creative, or likable to be around. :c this version of me perpetuates negative experiences but can’t help acting/reacting to everything.

•I finally get me some goli ashwaganda gummies and have high hopes that it’s the “magic pill” I take to get my life back to being mostly healed and mentally stable. It’s supposedly the best form of ashwaganda as it’s bio available and works fast.

IF YOU HAVE cptsd I HIGHLY RECOMMEND TAKING GOLI BRAND ASHWAGANDA GUMMIES. They cost about $20 and have helped me TREMENDOUSLY. They work. FAST. (Just don’t overdose cuz they do contain vitamin-D. Vitamin-D is fat soluble so any excess does not get pissed out like vitamin-C does. )

Took half of the recommended dose for 3 days (2 gummies once a day) and realized I needed way more to calm my nervous system down immediately.

Now I’m taking the full recommended daily dose (2 gummies 2x a day. Once when I wake up and another a little before dinner). Taking it when I wake up helps me stay calm with my child while my husbands away for work. Taking it again before dinner helps me stay calm for my nighttime routine with the kiddo, or to be able to remain calm running errands and going out with the whole family.

•I noticed the entire time I was in fight or flight mode, my creativity and ideas were non-existent. Now that I can feel not only my body relax, but also my nervous system relaxed as well… all my creative ideas from piercings to tattoo ideas and drawings and other personal projects are flowing through me again.

As I’m writing this… I’m remembering all the times I would complain about how when I was in 7th-8th grade I got depressed and was never able to be as creative as I once was before or ever since.

And then again when I was in my late teens, then early 20s, feeling MORE depressed my creativity was gone and sucked out of me.

This whole entire time I just wasn’t able to be creative cuz my nervous system was officially overloaded and STAYED overloaded starting when I was 13?!

Nothing was wrong with me! I literally just needed to move out from my abusers and release trauma from my body and figure out how to get my nervous system to calm back down.

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This eclipse thingy is quite nice this time around c: I feel like I made a breakthrough in my mental health.

#personal #lately #ashwagandha #cant sleep #tw cptsd #cptsd coping #living with cptsd #mental health

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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years

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wakanda

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Steve gives you Bucky's dog tags for a reason.

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“Welcome to Wakanda, agent (Y/N)”.

A second after you crossed their airspace, you were courteously greeted. The views from your ship were indescribable. Peace invaded you just at the sight of the open fields and the warm colors of autumn. You could get used to that place too. To live in calm, work hand-to-hand with Shuri, and have time to spend it with Bucky. The reason why you were flying there. Removing your right hand from the control and grabbing in a fist the dog tags hanging on your chest, you took a deep breath while closing your eyes before getting ready to land. T’Challa was waiting for you at the entry of his kingdom, accompanied by his excited little sister and some of his guards.

Pressing a sequence of buttons above your head, to pull the control back, the ship went down slowly folding its wings. As you landed and turned off the engineers, you freed yourself from the seatbelt and the huge headphones to step out. Shuri received you with a friendly hug, breaking protocol and being just Shuri. You built a strong relationship since you met a year ago, when you brought Bucky to that beautiful and magical place, to let him recover. To let him rest.

“Your highness”. You uttered to T’Challa crossing your forearms in the traditional salutation of Wakanda.

“Agent (Y/N)”. He corresponded walking closer. “The white wolf asked me to let you know he wouldn’t want to be… bothered with visits today”.

You couldn’t help but frown. The last time you saw him was around three months ago. You usually interchanged letters from week to week, being one of the fewer persons he trusted in. And it wasn’t just a question of trust. Steve told you about his feelings, his shyness, and insecurities, his fears. What Bucky didn’t know, again, it wasn’t a question of trust from you either. That’s why the Captain gave you the dog tags, after more than thirteen years under custody. You wanted to see him, to know if he was happy there as he wrote you in his letters one million times.

“He doesn’t wear his arm here”. Shuri clarified, taking a position close to his brother.

By the look on their faces, you were aware of two things. One, they noticed too that something was growing between Bucky and you, and that it wasn’t a simple friendship. Two, they weren’t going to stop you. Oh, quite the opposite. They’d bring you to him on a golden platter and a big red bow on your head. The king beckoned a hand to urge you to follow him to the inside of the building and use one of their ships to fly above the place to the white wolf’s location.

You were nervous. You didn’t sleep more than a couple of hours last night thinking about him and how he’d react to having back his tags since the forties. Your eyes were focused throughout the window on your left, watching different citizens taking care of animals and plantations, children running from one side to another, playing and having fun. Oblivious to the horror of New York, where you resided. One of the cities in the world with the highest rates of street violence. Serial killers or simply killers, rapists, kidnappers, drug dealers (...). It was a minefield and Wakanda seemed and felt like Heaven.

“Did you think about the offer?” Shuri nudged you to push you back to reality, turning your head towards her.

“Since you dropped it to me”.

“So?”

“I…” You needed to put away your gaze again, focusing on the blue opened sky in front of them. “I want… to consult him first if you don’t mind”.

“Of course, (Y/N)”.

“I don’t want to put his world upside down, now that he’s not the…” You couldn’t finish the sentence. You couldn’t pronounce that detestable nickname and the pain beneath it.

Shuri nodded in silence, not needing your explanations. She knew how you felt. She understood you. The talk didn’t continue, stretching your right hand on your lap to calm your nerves and make you comfortable with the situation. The flight didn’t last longer than five or ten minutes, losing the track of time deep in your thoughts. The pilot indicated to you through the headphones that you were about to land, glancing at a complex of small houses in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and wilderness.

You were the last one jumping outside with your hand grabbing the tags on your chest, trying to find the encouragement there to follow T’Challa’s hand pointing at a man working with goats and collecting hay for them. Licking your lips and assenting with your chin, you guided your steps towards him. Slowly. As if you wanted to turn around at some point. But you knew it was too late when he was the one turning at the sound of your heavy boots cracking the grass under them.

Bucky didn’t look annoyed for your visit, nor the lack of attention to his petition. Although there was something in his pale blue orbs you weren’t able to decipher, until he bowed down his head unconsciously to his left shoulder covered by a dark fabric matching his eyes. You had to do your best to not roll yours, shortening the distance setting you apart. You had been dreaming about that encounter since the last time you were there before Shuri accessed the darkest place of his mind and cleaned it from any trail of HYDRA. Now, he was free. And he looked in good condition as the bags under his eyes had disappeared and his hair was almost tied with a bun. His cheeks seemed a little more chubby and you just wanted to pinch them. But it’d be weird and out of place. For the time being.

Bit by bit, a sweet smile widened in your lips, curving them as Bucky stared at you again when he was conscious that you didn’t care. With or without a metal arm, your feelings were exactly the same. You couldn’t admire him more than you were admiring him at this point. You couldn’t love him more than you loved him already. And God was a witness of how many times you practiced to confess to him and tell him that the only thing you wanted in life was to be by his side. Bring happiness to his days, bring him peace and harmony.

“I'm sorry…” “I brought you…”

You two spoke at the same time, breaking in a soft giggle that jumped your hearts in complete sync.

“You first”. He let you, waving his hand.

“I… brought you something”. You susurrated, loosening the grip around the metal hanging on your chest to take off the necklace.

You noticed the way his eyes widened in surprise and confusion. Why did you have them? Who gave them to you? Why now? Bucky gulped watching you stretching the dog tags between your fingers towards him. He didn’t know what to do, taking a second before he was able to react. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he saw them, and the amount of memories they gave him overwhelmed his whole brain.

In slow motion narrowing his eyes, Bucky held the chain with two fingers to hang the necklace from it. You thought he was about to wear them, but he destabilized you as he directed his hands to above your head, to place them where they were an instant before. You didn’t understand. Didn’t he want them back?

“I want you to keep it”.

“But…”

“I want you to have something mine”. Bucky recognized with a shy smile decorating his lips. “Those tags and my arm are the only things I have from my past. And… I won’t give you my arm…”

“Well, I bet it’d look good hanging from my neck”. You jocked tilting your head.

In his gift, you found the encouragement you needed to talk about T’Challa’s job offer. It wasn’t as if you were proposing to him, in the end, you were just friends even if it felt quite the opposite. You licked your upper lip, kissing your teeth after it, earning more than his attention.

“Shuri said, uh… I could come here, work with her. We’d do great things together, not only for Wakanda but for the world”.

Bucky’s gesture didn’t change a single inch, focused on the nervousness you were trying to hide from him and reading the reasons beneath.

“So T’Challa offered me to stay here”.

“Permanently?”

“Yeah… Permanently”. You assented pressing your lips, breathing through your nostrils.

“Did you accept?”

“Not yet. Not until talking to you about”.

He nodded then a couple of times, turning to the goats behind him coming closer. “Got to finish some stuff… Maybe we can talk later about it unless you have to leave”.

“No, no. I, uh… asked for the day off. Banner didn’t need me at the lab today”.

“Okay, good”.

While the king was showing you the new level for research and investigations, Bucky took the advantage to go and find Shuri without your knowledge. He found her in the surroundings of the main building, working on your ship as you said it made some kind of random noise that put you out of your nerve during the flight.

“I need my arm”.

The princess squatted close to the left wing, turned at him without standing up. Pulling her sunglasses to the top of his head, she raised an eyebrow.

“For what”.

“You know for what”. He clicked his tongue, placing his hand on his left shoulder.

“No, I don’t”. She lied while cleaning the grass and oil in her expert fingers.

“I need to have two arms”.

“You’ve been working the last months with one arm only. Why do you need it now?”

“C’mon… Argh…” Bucky rubbed his face with boredom. “I want to hug her, okay? Can you just… give me back my damn arm?”

“Not enough reasons, you can hug her using your right”.

“I want to have two hands when I kiss her”. He finally confessed in a hiss, provoking a triumphant smile growing on Shuri’s lips.

“If you lie to me, if you don’t kiss her, Sergeant Barnes… I’ll code it to punch your face”.

“Wait…” Bucky wrinkled his nose drawing a horrified gesture on his face, as he turned his blue eyes towards his left shoulder. “Can you… do that?”

“Try me”.

No, of course she couldn’t, but he didn’t know. Which were a good push for him to not go against her and her petition.

“C’mon. I’ll set it up and help you to put it on”.

Your eyes were traveling from one picture to another. He put some of them around his small house and it looked better now. More like a home. A place to stay. And for a second you felt a twinge straight in your heart when you noticed one photograph of the two of you, close to his bed. It was after your first mission together. Steve insisted on taking it, after noticing the sparkles between you. But you didn’t know he brought it to Wakanda with him, as your copy is on your nightstand too. And you used to fall asleep every night looking at it.

The curtain being moved and some steps in pulled you out from your thoughts, turning to find Bucky staring in silence at you. Your orbs landed on the metal arm. It was different too since the last time you saw it, with golden strips forming between the silver ones. You couldn’t help but sigh.

“You didn’t need to…”

“Yes, I did. I did need it”. He interrupted you, breathing through his parted lips and his heart about to fly off from his chest.

“Why?”

“Because, otherwise, I couldn’t do this”.

You were about to ask what he was referring to, watching him breaking the distance between the two of you in three fast strides. You closed your eyes at the moment his hands held your neck and Bucky slammed his lips on yours. The kiss, the contrast of cold and warmth on your skin, the everlasting longing for it to happen… All of this caused you to gasp, tangling the tunic at the height of his chest in your fists, not wanting him to take a step back. Your mouths fit perfectly without looking for it, made for each other, as he secured his fingers on the back of your neck. And you felt your knees weak when he pecked your lips one more time, before caressing your nose with his, not being able to open your eyes. Neither of you.

“I don’t have the right… to ask for anything”. He babbled. His insecurities coming afloat even if you hadn’t pushed him away. “But… I want you to stay here. With me. I… I don’t have much to offer you, but I promise to make you happy”.

At this point, your eyes were filled with tears, strongly closing your eyelids to not let them fall. You swallowed a sob, moving your hands from his chest to his middle back, embracing him tighter as you could.

“You’ve been making me happy since we met, Bucky”.

He chuckled breathless, intuiting he was too at the edge of his crying because of that affirmation.

“Every Tuesday, I wait at the stairs of my apartment for the mail, for your letters. I’ve… read them so many times I can recite them… by heart. Every word you've written to me”.

“I will continue writing them for you, even if you stay with me”.

Your voices were low, barely audible out of his place. Like secrets. Bucky kissed you again, bending enough to raise you by the back of your thighs and urge you to surround his waist with your legs. The dog tags on your chest clicked against the other, as you moved your arms to his shoulders and neck, and you were unable to stop kissing him. You two could die right now and not be bothered because you were finally together, and that was all you deserved in life.

“Tell me you will stay… please”. His beg brushed your lips, still pecking them between syllable and syllable.

“I will…” You replied without hesitating as you could, eager to correspond to every gesture from him. “I will stay with you”.

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books-and-catears · 3 years

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I liked the one about a ghost MC it was a really cute idea! I wanted to request something similar, where the MC who has a the appearance of the Japanese slit mouthed woman. She is a regular human and you can decide if she got the scar's from an accident or not, but she always where's a face mask to hide it and eats alone rather then with the brothers. When she's asked why they say "People can't eat when I they see my face." But one day she finally trusts the brothers enough to show her face.

OH MY GOD I KNOW THIS GHOST. If I'm not wrong, this ghost is called the Kuchisake Onna, kuchi meaning mouth.

This is so wholesome I love it. Your asks are so adorable :')

It has been forever since the accident. And yet the scar makes it feel like yesterday. Two scars running up towards your cheeks, making it look like you're constantly smiling. You hated mirrors at this point, without your mask especially.

You hear loud talking from the dining room downstairs as you stare at your meal on your study table. When was the last time you ate a meal with other people?

"What do you mean you won't eat with us MC?" Mammon and Asmo parotted every other day.

"People can't eat when they see my face." You left with that reply, refusing to answer the follow up questions.

Yours was a face only a mother could love, they said. Some screamed, some smiled sympatheticallly, the others nervously scattered away from the last time you tried to eat out by yourself. The restaurant requested you to leave since they were losing customers.

You walk up to the stairway, watching the brothers in their usual chaos. Maybe - just maybe, they won't be repulsed. Surely they've seen more horrifying things than you?

"Um..." You cleared your throat loudly. All of them stopped and looked at you. You usually never showed up until half an hour after meals.

But today you called out to the one of them. "Would you mind eating with me tonight...?"

Lucifer

"Of course I wouldn't mind MC."

He promptly got up with his plate as if he was already prepped for this day. Swiftly follows you into your room.

He sat down across you and began eating normally. "Thank you for inviting me in MC. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Nothing just..." You said untying your mask. "It felt like a good day." The mask fell off your face into your lap.

You paused and stared at Lucifer. He only looked shocked for a split second before a hidden rage clouded beneath his eyes. "Did someone deliberately-"

"No it was an accident. I was getting my teeth fixed when the lights went out and I moved. And something cut through my- well you can see." You explained.

"I see. Well that's quite unfortunate." Lucifer said and began picking at his plate.

You felt uneasy as chewed your food."You can leave if you feel repulsed. I wouldn't force you to-"

"No such thing MC. I was just thinking of consulting Satan and Solomon. Surely they know of spells that can heal your scars if you want them gone." Lucifer replied promptly. "And it's going to take a lot more than scars to scare us demons away."

"Lucifer...thank you." You said quietly.

"If possible I'd like to eat dinner with you from now on, MC. Frankly it's much calmer and it's a relief from my brothers."

After a long time, you laugh without your mask on.

Mammon

"I'll be right there, MC!"

Hurriedly grabs whatever food he has making a mess and jumps to his feet. He is in such a hurry, it's a miracle he didn't drop half of his dinner.

He plops down across the table from you, grinning ear to ear. "Of course you'd choose the Great Mammon to eat with ya!"

You nodded and chuckled, "Of course. But would you choose to eat with me?" Your pulled your mask away from your face.

His eyes went wide and then watery in the same instant. Is he..crying? "I-Im sorry..." You feel horrible so you hurry and tie the mask back up. Mammon grabs your hands and holds them down.

"I'm not crying stupid human! I'm just...you..you must have been in pain..when that happened." He said. "Who did this to you..."

"It's okay it was an accident, Mammon." You try to calm him down.

"Then why do you hide it? It's not even your fault!" Mammon said pouting. You looked down, "People get uncomfortable..."

Mammon shot up from his chair. "WHO DARE MAKE YOU FEEL BAD ABOUT IT? Show me I'll get them all! Noone messes with my human! I'm yer protector ain't I?! You never have to wear that thing around me!"

You blushed as he moved forward and hugged you, burying your face into his shoulder. "Mammon..."

You knew he was the best protector out there.

Leviathan

"I'm coming right away, don't worry MC!"

Stumbles around with his plate at your sudden invitation. His day has come. He is the chosen one.

He struggles to sit down, feeling estatic and nervous at the same time. "I didn't think you'd want to eat with me of all people, MC..."

"After tonight, maybe you'll feel that way about me Levi..." You said, taking off your mask. His face lit up as he let out a loud "Woahhh!"

Thinking he was scared you tried to hide it again before he screamed, "MC you look just like my favourite character from that horror romance anime "I fell for my best friend's scarred smile! That's so cool!"

You blink at him, blushing. What is with him and his oddly specific anime names!? Levi was oblivious to your shock ,going off at his own tangent. "You could pull off the perfect cosplay, come to my room tomorrow I can design it for you and then I'll make my own to go with it and we can go to the next convention-"

"Levi Levi calm down you'll run out of breath!" You couldn't hold in your laughter.

He stared at you awestruck,"So cute...why would you hide that cute face MC?" You shake your head, "Not everyone sees it as cute Levi."

"Well sucks for them to be such stupid normies." Levi blushed and scoffed.

Levi was the best friend everyone deserves and you were glad to have him.

Satan

"I'd be delighted to join you MC."

Was slightly taken aback at first but quickly composes himself and his dinner and follows you. His pace faster than usual.

Pulls out your chair for you like a gentleman and sits down himself. You smile and blush at the action. "So how was your day MC?" He asks like a gentleman, avoiding the elephant in the room, choosing it normalise it. You let the mask fall off your face.

"Oh..." Satan sat up straight, his shoulders stiff, his eyes going wide in anger. "Who dared to-"

"No no no Satan it was an accident!" You had to explain the whole thing for him to calm down. Then he nodded and held out his palm. "May I see how the deep the scar is MC?"

That was new. Noone has wanted to touch your scars before. When you nod, he reaches out and runs his fingers softly across your scars. "Hmm don't worry. They're not too deep. I can have them gone in a matter of days. That is if you'd like to me to."

It's like he knew. As much as you hated that scar, it kind of helped you see people's true intentions. You looked down unsure. Satan held your hand. "It's normal to get attached to scars you have for too long. None of us here will treat you any differently with or without it."

You smiled at him and held one of his fingers playfully. He laughed, his cheeks turning pink. "Ah now that's a smile I'd love to see everyday. May I have dinner with you more often MC?"

"Of course." His words and his presence were always calming to you.

Asmodeus

"I was wondering when you'd ask MC!"

Daintily picks up all of things and paces after you. He was excited but he restrained himself but he didn't want to scare you off.

Sits down close to you, smiling gleefully. He's just happy to be there with you. Grabs something off your plate with a fork and holds it upto your mouth. "MC come here let me feed you!"

It was probably the most nerve wracking to open your mask in front of him. The Avatar of Lust, the most beautiful being in Hell, and you- ugh, what's the point? You've come this far, let's get it over with. You put your mask down, bite off the potato off his fork.

You'd think Asmo would probably gasp and act all dramatic and hysterical. But instead he cupped your face, his eyes filled with worry and tenderness. "MC how long have you had this...?"

"A little over three years." You answered honestly. Asmo looked like he was about to cry. "You've been hiding away your pretty face from people for three years..." Asmo pulled you in a hug. "Noone deserves that. It's too lonely."

"Oh I'd hardly call it pretty-" Before you can even retort, he is glaring and pouting at you, holding your shoulders.

"I think I know beauty a little better than you, MC. And I say you're gorgeous and I'm going to eat with you everyday now." Asmo huffed to which you laughed.

Everyone deserves a hypeman like Asmo in their lives.

Beelzebub

"Oh? Me? Sure MC!"

Is surprised but happily goes along with you with all his food. You know he loves you when he gets midway from eating just to eat in your room.

He sits across, already muching away at his food. "Thank you for asking me to eat with you MC." You nod and tentatively take your mask off, trying not to draw too much attention for it.

Beel looks up shocked, his mouth full of food but he stopped chewing. He involuntarily reaches out to touch you, "Does it hurt MC?"

You shake your head. "It's years old Beel. It's okay. " Beel looks genuinely relieved at that and goes back to eating again. He doesn't seem bothered by it at all after that.

"Say MC will you be free next week? I could use your help in the new workout I'm doing. I need to train particular muscles for the big game they said." He switched to a whole new topic just like that. "Also this means I get to eat with you every day right?"

You felt warm inside. You were more than just your scar and Beel made you feel like that by hardly saying anything at all.

Belphegor

"...me huh? No I wouldn't mind."

Has a smug grin on his face as he gathers up his meal and slowly heads upward with you, making sure his brothers see how you chose him over the others. Cheeky cow.

He sits leaning into you cause he's too lazy to sit up straight. "So what's the special occasion MC? A face reveal?" Wow this one is direct.

He is staring right at you, as you pull off the mask slowly, thinking if it was a bad idea. His eyes grow wide for a split second before his fingers are already near your mouth feeling the scars.

"Deliberate or accident?" He asks. "Accident." You answer. He nods, "Good. I'm too tired today, wouldn't be able to take appropriate revenge." His fingers never leave your face.

"Is that why you keep it covered? You're embarrassed of it?" He asks. You think about it for a while. "I think I accepted it, it just seemed to make people uncomfortable and scared, if I smiled or opened my mouth to eat." You answer.

He smirked. "Then smile more. Let their cowardly selves feel uncomfortable. It's their problem that they can't see how cute your smile is."

That was surprisingly thoughtful. You smiled at him. "Thanks..."

He smirked back, "Also I'm going to be eating here from now on. My brothers annoy me."

He's cheeky but he has a good heart. Smiling never felt so easy.

#obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me levi #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #obey me asmo #obey me fluff #obey me imagine #obey me game #obey me angst #obey me angst fic

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bloodycassian · 3 years

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Reader x Cassian - Hellish Prompt: Reader is an assassin/spy that was caught and azriel has spent months torturing her for information and can’t get anything out of her and cassian eventually goes to see who this assassin/spy is and the mating bond snaps and cassian beats the $hitt out of az bc of the mating bond instincts and rhys has to intervene and break up the fight (i was thinking this could switch between azriel’s POV at the start and then switch to cassian's POV)

AN- this was SO fun to make. Please more requests like this!! I love the idea of unexpected mates!

TW -blood/ blades.

Drip, drip, drip. Copper smell filled the small room. Blood leaked down the drain in the floor. You wheezed a laugh bitterly and spat on the ground at his feet. Azriel's rage simmered calmly under his dark shadows. They coiled, ready to strike. Wanting to strike. The sound of your feeble laughs was practically the only sound Azriel had gotten from you for the first week of torture. The second week was worse, even for him. Truth teller revealed nothing when he gouged into your skin from the bottom up. Truthfully, he was impressed beyond measure. But that didnt mean that he could stop the job at hand. He had to know, and wished he didnt have to do this kind of thing to get the information from you. "Listen..." He sighed, cleaning his blade. He was always nervous whenever he had a back turned to an enemy, no matter how well they were restrained. But he trusted his shadows enough to tell him if something was wrong. "If you just.. Cooperate and tell me where the Queens are, we can let you go. No trouble, just releasing you back to Rask." He tried to keep his tone neutral, but he was nearing an exhaustion point. Torture every day for two weeks had its toll not only on the victim, but the dealer as well. His shadows seemed to be growing restless too, waiting for a chance to strike. He watched your reaction from the corner of his eye. Noted the way your head hanging loosely seemed to gain a bit more strength before you spoke. "Losing your touch, Spymaster?" You revealed a row of bloody teeth to him, and grunted when the chains at your wrists stung the magic that weakly attempted to help you. Azriel could have sighed. He could have laughed and bled you dry. Have a healer come and patch you up enough to keep you alive. The idea was tempting, but he didn't like having anyone besides his brothers see him in this mode of darkness. He could have brought Rhys down to attempt to break into your mind again. After the first attempt and Rhys' reaction to being blocked, he wasn't eager for that again. So he sighed, and brought out the potions laced with Faebane. + He was convinced you weren't a normal Fae. After months of his best torture methods he was a wreck. "She just-" He tried to hide his frustration, but his brothers knew him best. Cassian smirked by the fire, warming his wings. Rhys seemed a bit more concerned, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Azriel had never been one to spend a long time on torture. Rhys saw the frustration flowing from him after every session with the stubborn Fae in the dungeon cell. "I dont know what to do anymore. She's the only one to have never broken." He ran a hand though his hair. His shadows seemed weak, exhausted like him. Rhys considered for a moment, looking between his two brothers. Cassian seemed to be enjoying Azriel's frustration. Maybe a bit too much. Rhys sipped his wine then, with a look of innocence, "Maybe we will have Cassian end it. Perhaps seeing the Lord of Death in front of her will knock something loose." Cassian's stare whipped to him, a silent plea on his face. "We should leave it to our expert Rhys-" Azriel laughed, cold and bitter. "The expert hasn't got a damn thing out of her. We either kill her or send her back to Rask with all the information she's collected about us. With nothing in return." Shame lined his features. The sense of failure to his high lord was a heavy weight to bear. "Cas...I expect you down there tomorrow afternoon. It will be her last chance." Rhys' no nonsense tone shut down Cassian's retort. His jaw locked with distaste. He hated the cramped cells below the house of wind. Hated the way going underground made his wings feel like they needed to stretch. The worst was when that stale air was laced with the rotting smell of dead mice or old blood. It made his skin crawl just thinking about it. "Come on Cas, dont you want to see the only one that's outlasted me?" Az asked with a mock grin. He couldn't give the same smile back. Turmoil spilled inside him at the thought of going so far below the mountain. + Cassian took a long time to go to bed that night. His restlessness about the next day made him wake up over and over, never having more than an hour of peace before being waken up. Azriel held up a mug of tea to him the next morning. "You look like shit." He handed his brother the mug with a small smile. Cassian glared at him, but took it anyway. He went to the balcony, his heavy wings needing to feel the fresh air. It was like taking a bath after being covered in grime. He sighed in relief, letting the late morning sun graze his body. The cold wind from Illyria was beginning to come in for the winter, and the familiar smell ignited something in him. He felt a draw, but shoved it to the back of his mind. He knew what he had to be this day. "Why the hell do we have to keep them so far down again?" Cassian complained. Around and around and around. Down deeper and deeper into the pit of the mountain that the house above was carved out of. Cassian felt like his lungs were collapsing the further they went. He tried not to let his nerves show, but he knew Az's shadows would pick up on it anyway. "Remember when you broke your arm chasing down that Attor?" Azriel could have laughed at that memory, but the story surrounding it made the experience soured. More shame on top of the guilt already there. Cassian hummed in approval, welcoming the distraction the memory brought. He tried not to focus on how each turn of the staircase got darker and darker. How the air seemed to compress around him. He locked his eyes on the scar on one of Az's wings. "And we spent a week fixing the top story of that apothecary?" He asked, keeping his voice steady. "Yes. Dont you remember how the Attor got out?" Cassian shook his head, and Azriel huffed a laugh. "I left the door open for just a second to get a new knife and..." He shook his head, part in anger and regret, part in shame. "It had escaped before I turned around. I dont know how it happened, to this day." Cassian stared at the back of the shadowmaster's head. The dark ripples around him seemed to spike. "It happens Az, you can't be perfect." "It's not perfection, its basic thought. After that we moved all enemies to the lower dungeons. No matter the threat. Rhys even put wards on the arches." He ran a hand over the walls, his fingers catching a few of the grooves that linked each spelled archway to the other. Cassian left the conversation at that. At least his brother wasn't brooding as much as before. The dim lights began to come into view, and his heart began hammering. Adrenaline singing through his veins. His polished siphons glowed, reflecting red off the dark stone ceiling. He had polished all his black armor the night before, when he couldn't sleep. Something poked, prodded at him all night. Keeping him awake. He figured he may as well make use out of it. "She's not going to talk to you unless you show..weakness first." Azriel said in a low voice. Cassian nodded, reaching the end of the stairwell with him. Cassian couldn't see the dark figure in the cell, but he felt the presence nonetheless. The dark draw that you demanded. He wondered how Azriel had dealt with that pull this whole time. The tantalizing draw to you. He shook his head, pushed the hair out of his face and nodded to Azriel. He opened the door, then began his ritual. At the start of every session he would toss a bucket of water over your body, then a bucket of salt. It made the wounds that handn't healed fully scream in pain. You jolted at the suddenness of it this time. "Good morning, shadowsinger." You ground out, voice rough with strain. Cassian watched in awe at his brother. Cassian was never one for torture. There was a reason Azriel was appointed to this position. Watching the calm cruelness of him was jarring, but Cassian kept his face straight. He stood behind you, watching the flimsy attempts to pull at the shackles holding your arms up. Lacerations dotted each arm, some light pink scars. Some were still scabbing over. A chill ran down his spine. "You have a guest today, would you like to see him?" Azriel's voice was cool, calm. Like he was speaking orders to a group of soldiers. He began slicing new lines into your arms, moving up to your neck. He had left your ears in tact, as a last resort if you refused to speak to Cassian. The pull Cassian felt was overwhelming. He walked a bit too quickly around you, plastered on a wicked smile for show, then crouched down. The smile faded when he finally saw your face. Your dripping hair was a horror on its own. Plastered to the skeletal cheekbones, and pale eyes. Those eyes were brighter than anything he'd ever seen. A field of flowers down the slope of Illyrian mountains. His world shifted, drawing the breath from him. "Mine." His mind seemed to roar with that alone, but in a thousand different variations. "Lover, friend, partner, mine mine mine. Mate. My mate." His lips quivered with the realization. With the way his heart soared, and the way he moved without realizing it. He choked a gasp, and fell forward on his knees before you. He saw the same astonishment in your reaction. Azriel dropped his sword, confusion and concern alert on his features. "Cas wh-" Before he could finish, before his shadows could detect that Cassian had even moved, his brother was on top of him. Cassian's knuckles stung with every punch. A new kind of rage flared inside him. It made his muscles yearn for violence. Made his teeth crave the flesh of those that so much as looked at you wrong. There was no mercy for Azriel, it was as if he was an enemy on the battlefield. Cassian held nothing back. You hung limply from the chains that bound you. Crunch after crunch sounded from Azriel. He eventually managed to push Cassian off of him. Then they locked together in battle again. Clashes of armor against armor were deafening. The snarls they ripped at each other were loud enough to make you cringe. Your heart squeezed at the sounds of Cassian's breath. At the scent of blood spilling. You pulled feebly at the chains, your mind roaring to protect him. Your mate. You tried to watch the battle, but the weakness in your body refused to let you turn more than a few inches. They were panting, Cassian fighting with a ferocity Azriel had never seen. His eyes flared with rage, like he was possessed. "Cas-" Azriel grunted, shoving his brother backwards. His back hit yours, pushing you down and digging those stone cuffs into your wrists. You hissed in pain. Cassian roared and lunged at his brother again, and again. The darkness that boomed outside the cell was jarring. The stone ceiling shuddered, small rocks and dirt falling from it. Cassian did not stop. He didn't hesitate, coming at Azriel with punch after punch. His fist crushed the wall behind where Az's head had been.

"Enough." The high lord's cool command was enough to make you still your weak attempts at looking at the two. Cassian's chest heaved as he tried lifting his arm to punch Az again. Pure fury in his heart was enough to make him disobey Rhysand's order.

Then Rhys' talons gripped him. Freezing his mind, stilling him. Rhys' face shifted to surprise at what he glimpsed at there. "Oh.." He breathed. Azriel panted, backing away from his brother, out of the cell. He locked the cell and wiped the blood from himself, his wings hanging limply behind him. "What- the hell." He panted, nursing his arm. Cassian's eyes locked to your small frame. How your muscles quivered, how your arms shook with the effort of holding yourself up. He felt Rhys' claws recede slowly from his mind, releasing each part of him one by one. He rushed to you. He picked up Azriel's sword and with a clean, masterful swipe, broke the enchanted stone that bound you. The weak sigh that came from you was heartbreaking. His eyes pricked with tears, and he caught you before you could fall to the floor into the puddle of dried blood. He didnt notice, or care that it was there. He sat there with you, cradled you and shook with you.

"Cassian... She's.. Cassian's mate." Rhys said slowly, astonished. He didn't take his eyes from his brother in the cell. Azriel froze in place. For a moment, the dungeon was completely still. Totally silent, as if the world waited for what was to come next.

Azriel turned on a heel and left, trudging up the stairs. Rhys dared not touch his mind. "Cassian...." He spoke, trying to get his brother's attention. He did not glance at Rhys, just curled around your body more. Protecting, nesting almost. Rhys knew the feeling too well from the weeks after he and Feyre's bond snapped into place. "We will check in tomorrow. Be safe, brother." Rhys spoke to Cassian's mind. It was nothing but an ocean of rushing thoughts. Cassian could have bared his teeth, could have tried to fight his brother through the bars of the cell. Hell, he could have probably broken through those bars with the primal strength flowing through him with the rush from the bond.

But he didn't. He stayed, his warm body pressed against yours. Those siphons glowing against your skin like a fire. He stroked your hair soothingly, his tears like rainfall on your body, through your bloodstained clothes. He didn't remember falling asleep there, but it was the most restful, peaceful night he'd ever had in his existence.

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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A Bucky request for you queen: Reader takes Bucky to meet her family for the first time, and he’s already nervous, but he’s even more nervous when you ask if he wants to hold your sisters new baby bc he doesn’t wanna hurt the baby and he thinks he’s still damaged.

But eventually you convince him to hold the baby and then he sees how good you are and he thinks about having a family for the first time and things can either get fluffy or smutty, whatever u r feelin

Have a great day love!🤍

A/N: enjoy some soft fluff! 🥺

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: none

PART 2

MASTERLIST

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“Bucky?” you stared at your reflection, putting your earrings in to complete the final outfit touch. You were getting ready to head over to your sister’s house in order to see her, her husband, and their newborn baby for the first time. You were excited to go, beyond ready to see her again and meet the newest addition to your family. Meanwhile Bucky was going through a series of emotions as he tried to ground himself and settle his nerves. He’d been reluctant to agree to go, not because he wasn’t happy to come, but more so because of the bundle of nerves that had welled up at the prospect of meeting a tiny, brand new life. As soon as he’d seen how your face light up in excitement at the prospect of going over, he couldn’t say no when you invited him to come with you. Then again, Bucky could never say no to you, “are you ready to go, my love?”

“I’m ready,” he agreed quickly as he stepped out of your shared bedroom, clearing his throat as he pulled on his leather jacket. You turned, flashing him a dazzling smile that still made him weak in the knees, when you noticed a worried expression on his face. You flounced over, hands going to his shoulders as you offered him a reassuring squeeze. You gazed into his eyes, trying to gauge what was going on in his mind when he let out a small huff. He knew you could read him like a book, “alright. I-I’m nervous about meeting...the baby.”

“James,” you reached up and rested your hand on his cheek, relaxing as he lightly keened into your touch. His hands found purchase on your waist as you leaned into him, brushing your lips against his, “you have nothing to be worried about. She’s just a baby, she’s got no right to judge and she won’t. She’ll see Uncle Bucky and fall right in love. Talk to me, love, tell me what’s going on.”

“You’re going to laugh,” he turned his gaze away, but you reached up and put your hand under his chin and shifted his gaze back to you, “it’s stupid.”

“I’m not going to laugh,” you insisted quietly, “you could tell me anything and it wouldn’t be stupid.”

“I just worry,” he sighed after a few beats of silence passed between the two of you, “what if...what if he’s still in there? Some small part of him and he...snaps. Or something. She’s going to be so small and all it would take it one little-”

“Bucky,” you reached for his hand and squeezed it tightly in your own before lacing your fingers together, “you are not him anymore - he is not you. He never was. You are James Buchanan Barnes and no one else. He is not a part of you anymore at all. You are free of all of that. You are good, you are. I know sometimes it’s harder to believe than others, but it is true.”

“I know,” he closed his eyes for a few moments, lashes fluttering against soft skin as a small sigh passed his lips. He squeezed your hand back before resting his head on your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his waist, “it’s just...I don’t want to have a moment of...weakness.”

“You won’t,” you insisted softly, “maybe right now you don’t need to believe in yourself, but can you believe in me?”

“Always,” you could feel him smiling lightly against your warm skin as he nodded.

“Good,” you pressed a kiss to the side of his head, “now, trust me because I trust you in you. Now, let’s go, otherwise we’ll be late and then then everyone will be mad.”

“Everyone’s going to be there?”

“Just my parents, my brother, my sister and her husband and the baby of course,” you stepped back and looked him over before leaning in and kissing him quickly, “they know you, Bucky. The real you and they love you. There’s nothing to fear. Might I also add that you look very handsome today. You’ll knock ‘em dead.”

“You look beautiful,” you just happened to be wearing one of the dresses he loved most on you. He’d never commented on it, but you’d seen the way his blue eyes had lit up when you’d first worn it. You figured it would be something to help ease his nerves, almost to ground him as you had a suspicion that he might be nervous. He’d gotten much more comfortable around your family over the last year, but you knew that his general anxiety and fears sometimes bubbled up, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you promised as you held your hand out towards him. He strode over slowly before taking your hand in his and inhaling and exhaling deeply. He could do this - you knew he could and he knew he could too. Your support had meant everything to him and have him that little push he needed to get over the lingering bit of insecurity he had.

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“She’s so small,” you said softly as you held the small baby in your arms. She was sleeping soundly, her little lips forming a perfect pout as you rocked her gently, “she’s beautiful.”

“She better be,” your sister joked, “nine months and then 30 hours of labor - she better be beautiful!”

“You’re the worst,” your eyes widened in surprise before you giggled quietly, “how’s she been?”

“Aurora’s been so good,” she said and you traced over her chubby little cheeks, “lots of long days and nights and more dirty diapers than I care to admit, but she’s worth it. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“I can see why,” she was so small and tiny, a new life that had so much ahead of her. The idea made your heart melt, “it must all be terribly scary and exciting.”

“It is,” she agreed as she nudged your knee with hers, “what about you and Bucky? Ever think about starting a family of your own? You guys have been together for a while and it’s something to think about…”

“We’ve...vaguely discussed it,” you confessed, looking up just in time to spy Bucky casting a quick look at you. He was mid-conversation with your father and brother but shot you a soft smile before turning back to the conversation. Your breath caught in your throat as a warmth settled in your belly, setting off a course of butterflies. What you hadn’t seen was all of the other gentle, tender glances he’d been throwing your way since you’d gotten there. You sister cleared her throat before drawing your attention back in, “but umm...it’s never really gotten that far. I dunno what’s going to happen, but I like to think maybe one day we’ll get married. I don’t see a future with anyone else.”

“You really love him, don’t you?” she asked softly as you nodded, feeling a warmth creep up into your cheeks as you avoided looking at her face.

“I do,” you bit your lip as you stared at the small baby that had started cooing softly. Her eyes slowly opened as she nodded before looking around and smiling. She waved her chubby little arm around before reaching for your finger and curling her fist around it. You beamed at her before pressing a kiss to her forehead, “just like you already.”

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“Bucky?” your voice was soft as you walked outside to the backyard where he was standing and watching the sun slowly setting and painting the sky in brilliant pinks and purples. He hesitated for the slightest of moments before turning to you with a half smile on his features.You were holding Aurora in your arms, and she was already back to being half asleep. His nerves shot up but he quickly calmed down when he realized how tranquil the portrait painted in front of him was. You made it all seem so easy and effortless - it was new and foreign to you too, but you were handling it so well. Maybe he could as well, “would you like to meet your niece? To hold her?”

“I don’t...I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he said softly as you both took a few steps towards each other. You offered him a hopeful little smile as the baby opened her eyes and turned to look at Bucky. He met her eyes and she babbled excitedly at him. Suddenly, something within snapped as his whole demeanor shifted and his expression softened as he took in a shuddering breath. He could do this, he realized, he could do this.

“Bucky?” this was more hopeful and optimistic as he came towards you and cautiously held his arms open to you. He only nodded as you looked at him to make sure it was okay. Shifting the tiny human from your arms to his, you watched as Bucky took to water like a duck to water as he made sure she was secure in his grip. It was a sight to behold and you felt your heart beat wildly.

“She’s so...new,” was all he could get out as you laughed at him. He almost couldn’t take his eyes off her as you gave his shoulder a squeeze, “so tiny.”

“That’s kind of what a baby is,” you joked as you stuck your tongue out at him and he jokingly scoffed, “see, it’s all easy squeezy lemon peasy.”

“It’s not as hard as I thought,” he confessed after a few moments, “it feels…”

“Yeah,” you pressed a kiss to the side of his head as you finished for him after a few beats of peaceful silence, “I know.”

“Do you think I could have a few moments alone?” he asked as you nodded, standing back and admiring the sight of your boyfriend holding your niece. It struck up something within you and while you weren’t quite sure what it was, you couldn’t help but revel in it.

“I’ll be inside,” you promised, “dinner will be ready soon.If you need anything, just say the word and I’ll be right there.”

“I know,” he grinned, “I know.”

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Bucky watched you walk back inside and close the screen door, holding a hand up as he lightly waved back at you. A wary sigh escaped his lips as the baby watched him with nothing but curiosity in her eyes. He’d held babies before, in another life, one which was stolen from him but had led him here. But he wasn’t angry about that anymore; he’d spent many years in anger about it and he was past that. He knew, one of the things that had helped him out of that anger and hatred was you. If his cards had been played any differently, you wouldn’t have been a part of his, and you had slowly but definitely become one of the best parts of his life.

It felt so foreign but so right in that moment as he stared at the small life in his arms. He’d never really pictured himself with a family of his own, once in his old life he might have, but he hadn’t in a long time. With you, something had trickled in, slowly blooming over time to become stronger and stronger. And after seeing you with the baby, there was something in him that had come full circle. And as he looked at her little face, he couldn’t help but wonder what your own child would like. Would they have his eyes? His dark shock of hair? Or would they take after you? Either way, he knew whatever child the two of you might have would be beautiful.

“Hi Aurora,” he whispered to her as he allowed him to touch her cheek, finding the faith and trust deep within himself, “you’re still so new to this world. You don’t know about all the horrors and scary parts yet. But there are so many good things too, lots of beautiful things. I will do my best to protect you from all the bad parts, I promise. Whatever you need, I will be there.”

She smiled at him, a toothless, gummy thing as he beamed at her. Maybe...maybe one day this could be a reality for the two of you as well. Bucky let himself relax as it felt like a weight lifted off of his shoulders at the realization that he was okay. That nothing had happened and nothing would happen. He was okay...he was okay. He closed his eyes for a moment as he remembered how you looked holding her earlier. The sight had sparked something within him too; it was a sight he had thoroughly enjoyed seeing. For the first time in a long time, he had allowed himself to think that maybe he could have this too, that he could have a family and happiness of his own.

A sigh, this one contented and happy, escaped his lips as he cradled Aurora against his chest and watched the sun disappear behind the horizon, “I think maybe one day I could be a dad. I think..I think I’d like that. Especially after today...I feel like it could be an actual possibility. I was nervous about today - meeting you. I know it sounds silly, especially since you’re just...a baby. I wasn’t sure if I could...trust myself - it’s still hard sometimes. Not often but there are times. You helped me to see that maybe it’s not so hard after all. Whatever it is, I-I’m willing to try. Especially with your Aunt. You’re going to love her, you know. I do.I really, really do. I think she’s everything.”

“Bucky?” you poked your head out the door and beamed, “dinner’s ready!”

“Coming,” he slowly made his way back over to you. Opening the door wider, you ushered him inside, a hand going to the small of his back as he handed Aurora back over to your sister. He returned to your side, an arm snaking around your waist as he kissed the top of your head, “hi.”

“Hello my love,” you grinned back at him, “how’d it go? She seemed to like you...you seemed to like her…”

“I did,” he agreed, “we had a good talk. Well, I did most of the talking, but she’s a good listener.”

“Hmm,” you snorted in laughter, “you’re something else, Barnes.You’re lucky I love you so much.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” he leaned in so he could whisper in your ear, “maybe later we could talk. There’s some...things that have been on my mind for some time.”

“Bucky?” you gave him a confused look but he cut you off with a soft kiss to your lips, “everything alright?”

“Yes,” he promised gently, “everything is perfect.”

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theladyismyshepard · 3 years

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I’m here to use your interests against you mwahahaha! Could you write something about a reader who like Cass, Dani, and Bela more than their mother, except Lady D. Likes the reader and wants them to herself.

You have me intrigued, anon, and I hope this is what you were looking forward to

Finally Throwing out the polyamorous relationship where the sisters pass you around 😍

Well This is Awkward

You awake easily this morning, and maybe it was because you had slept uninterrupted. The blackout curtains tucked away any sunlight that dared to peer through the windowpane. The natural chill of the castle had you burrowed into the blanket, falling and clinging to sleep. The screams that would haunt the hallways had even paused for the night.

You also supposed it made it easier to wake up when reality seemed better than your dreams. You glanced down at the arm thrown over you and the leg hooked around your own. Your eyes trailed up the body until your gaze connected with a wide grin framed by blazing red hair. You couldn’t help but to smile back.

“Good morning, Daniela,” you said, your voice thick with sleep.

“Finally,” jested Daniela, propping her head up on her hand. “It only took you eight hours to get up.”

Your smile turned lazy as you closed your eyes again. You felt two fingers tap your cheek sharply, and you couldn’t help but to find her clinginess endearing. She looked almost impatient when you opened them, but all you could focus on was the pout she was throwing your way.

“No more sleeping!” She exclaimed, shaking you by the shoulder. “It’s almost Cassandra’s turn!”

You shake your head at the absurdity of her statement. Daniela sounded damn near jealous of her sister, and you couldn’t have that... especially when you knew Daniela’s intense emotions tend to have drastic actions.

You tried to roll her over onto her back, but she resisted, instead choosing to push you down and straddling your hips while pinning your arms down by your side. She was wearing a smirk the whole time her face came closer to yours, her hair falling to curtain your faces from the outside world.

“I don’t like to be kept waiting.” whispered Daniela before she licked the shell of your ear.

“Then why did you let me sleep in?” You countered absently, your mind already occupied.

“Bela told me I had to.” pouted Daniela, sitting upright on your hips and crossing her arms. “She said something about “bags” under your eyes, but I like them!”

You smiled in amusement at both sisters. It made your heart swell that Bela was thoughtful about your sleeping routine and the effect it had on your body. It made you feel kinda special that Daniela enjoyed your company enough to want to disrupt your sleep, not giving a damn about your appearance if denied rest.

“Well, thank you, sweetie, I’m glad I look attractive when I look beat to hell.” you chuckled, grabbing ahold of her hips and drawing small circles there.

“You might be a mess, but you’re a hot mess at least.” she said cheekily, obviously enjoying the banter.

“I was thinking the same about you.” you teased back, unable to hold back a laugh. “What a couple we must make, huh?”

“We make the best couple.” growled Daniela, surging back down to grab either side of your face and pull you towards her mouth.

A sharp knock interrupted the kiss, and Daniela really growled this time, irritation written all over her face when she pulled back in the sitting position again.

“What?!” snapped Daniela, neck craned so she was facing the door, yet already knowing who it was.

“Don’t yell at me, Dani, it’s your fault you picked your turn during bedtime.” came Cassandra’s deadpan, almost sounding bored despite the venom spat right at her through the door.

“I’m sorry,” you couldn’t help but to say sheepishly, averting your eyes.

Daniela’s frustration was no longer evident as she begrudgingly peeled herself from your body. You could lie there all morning with how comfortable the bed was, but you were aware that Cassandra had took it upon herself to come and collect you, so you couldn’t keep her waiting. You sat up with every intention of hurrying, but you also couldn’t leave with Daniela feeling neglected in any sort of way.

“Sometimes having you for the night is my favorite.” said Daniela, giving you a wink to ease the nerves. “Come here and tell me ‘bye’ like you mean it.”

“There are no ‘goodbyes’, but I’ll give you a ‘see you later’.” you chuckled at her eye roll, but that didn’t stop her from leaning forward to meet you halfway.

When you felt her breath on your lips, your eyes fluttered shut of their own accord, and with that you didn’t see Daniela duck her head at the last moment. Your eyes flew open when you felt the sting of her teeth tearing through the top layer of skin on your throat. You hissed, but cradled the back of her neck, holding her still.

Daniela was always leaving you on your toes, unsure of what was to come with how rapid her thoughts skipped to the next. But that was what you loved about her: her spontaneity. She never allowed you to grow bored with her.

“Fuck, Daniela,” you stammered out when you began to feel lightheaded. “Too much, too much,”

Daniela pulled back with her signature crazed giggle, and it had you momentarily forgetting what you were supposed to be doing. Until the knocking on the door increased in volume.

“Hurry up, or it comes out of your next turn!” called Cassandra, and you knew she also was a sister that you couldn’t afford to piss off too much.

“I’d like to see her try,” said Daniela, still giggling at your dazed expression, but finally pulling away from you so you could get up, blood trickling down her lip. “She couldn’t keep me away from you.”

“I wouldn’t let her.” you assured, sending her an earnest smile while getting dressed quickly, and you were thoroughly surprised when you didn’t get a clipped response through the door.

“You’re just too sweet,” she drawled, wiping the corner of her lip with her finger and popping it into her mouth, slowly licking it clean. “You should be going now before Cassandra becomes angry.”

“I love you,”

After one last kiss, you ripped open the door, eyes searching for the brunette who you hoped wasn’t too impatient. The door clicked shut behind you as you observed Cassandra leaning back against the wall across from Daniela’s room. Her scowl morphed smoothly into a smirk that easily had you nervous in a good way.

“Good morning, babe,” you greeted brightly, reaching out for her hand.

“It is now,” Cassandra flirted easily, looking at you through narrowed eyes when she examined the already bruising flesh where Daniela had bit you. “Let’s go, I have plans for today.”

You let her guide you with no hesitation like you always did. Cassandra always had plans, different ones every day, never really asking you if you had any plans for your time together. She took full control but that was what you loved about her. Sometimes you liked to be submissive, and that was what Cassandra liked to prey on.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked as she took the many twists and turns that led you to the kitchens, and the reminder of food had your stomach growling.

“First, I knew Daniela wouldn’t think of breakfast, so I had one of the maids awoken early to prepare something beforehand so it wouldn’t waste our time.”

She spoke it so nonchalantly, as if it meant nothing at all really, but Cassandra showed her affection through ways of her own, and while it took some time to become familiar with her subtle love language, you knew she appreciated quality time together with no one else around to disrupt the two of you.

“Thank you, Cassandra,” You smiled, your eyes catching sight of the platter decorated quite nicely with fruits and cheeses and biscuits and different meats and you couldn’t help but to be touched by the extensiveness of it, to both Cassandra and to the maid who prepared it.

“I can’t have you falling out on us.” chuckled Cassandra, leading you to the table set up just for you.

“So what comes after this?” You questioned, sitting down and smiling when she pushed you in.

“Impatient are we?” Cassandra mused, looking proud with herself.

“Can’t have you wasting time, can we?” you quipped, smiling smugly at her snort.

“Shut it, your smart tongue is only keeping us here longer.”

“I thought you liked my smart tongue.” You countered, arching a brow as you stuck it out teasingly.

“There are many uses to it,” she agreed, shrugging. “But it also grates at my nerves, so I suggest you eat it up now, babe.”

You smirked, knowing you were keeping up quip for quip with Cassandra, and you also knew she couldn’t stand not having the last word in, even with you, so you took your victory before you lost it. You dug into your food quick as Cassandra watched you, nose wrinkling slightly. Did the smell of food disgust her as much as the smell of death disgusted you?

“Where to now?” You asked earnestly, once you were finished and pushed the platter away.

Cassandra giggled and reached over to pat your head, almost like a puppy, before cupping your cheek, her thumb stroking in small circles. You shuddered from the tingle that danced down your spine in response. Her lips were moving, but you had to blink away the haze to focus in.

“... into town,”

“What on earth for?” You questioned, brow furrowed. “The three of you only really go at night, and I don’t think-”

“Calm down,” Cassandra interrupted, standing up and holding a hand out to you. “All you need is a hood and let me do the talking... I can be quite alluring.”

You narrowed your eyes at her suspiciously. You knew she had her hooks in you, but what did she mean by that? She patted your cheek as she smiled at your expression.

“My sisters and I have many tricks up our sleeves.” she winked, explaining no more. “Come,”

You smirk to yourself and your dirty mind, and grabbed her hand, standing with her. As the two of you walk hand-in-hand through the castle towards her bedroom to collect a spare hood for you, you ran into Bela, and you couldn’t help the large smile that took over your face, your arm already up in a wave.

“Bela!” You called happily, also squeezing Cassandra’s hand to let her know her presence was still appreciated too.

Bela’s eyes were alight when she turned to look at you, smirking when she saw the two of you together.

“Hello, my love,” she said, her eyes crinkled by her widened smile when you reached out to grab her hand. “What are you two off doing today?”

“We’re going into town.” answered Cassandra calmly, and Bela’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline.

“Under an illusion, I presume?” started Bela cautiously, sighing when Cassandra rolled her eyes, bitch fit at the ready. “Of course, why did I even ask?”

“Why did you?” mocked Cassandra, reeling herself in when you squeezed her hand again, reminding her that you were here.

“Don’t be so quick to get defensive.” You scolded so gently that it came across as more of a plea. “We’re gonna have a good day, okay?”

Cassandra frowned deeply, but she refrained herself from spewing out another biting comment. The thumb of her hand that you were holding brushed along your fingers.

“Before you go running off, I think mother wanted to speak with you,” informed Bela, her eyes directed at you.

With me?

The concern was written so plainly all over your face, and you knew it from the two reassuring hands on your body. Cassandra had a hand rubbing soothingly up your back, and Bela was running her fingers through your hair.

“Would you like us to walk with you, my love?” pressed Bela, eyes boring into yours, and you couldn’t look away as you nodded.

“There’s no need to be scared, babe, we’re right here, and she wouldn’t hurt us by taking you away.” assured Cassandra, moving to hold your hand again.

“I know she wouldn’t hurt me.” You insisted... were you trying to assure yourself or them?

You felt the Lady’s eyes on you when she was in the room. She watched the dynamic you had formed with her daughters in interest, and you always wondered what her thoughts on the matter were. You had yet to be completely alone with their mother, but surely nothing too drastic would befall you without the safety of Bela, Cassandra, or Daniela’s presence.

All you could think about on the way to Lady Dimitrescu’s office was how intimidating she was, and how much of a coward you were acting in front of your girlfriends at the mere prospect of talking with their mother. You put on your brave face when you blinked and you were suddenly outside of the door.

“Let’s get this over with, and this doesn’t cut into my time, Bela!” said Cassandra, her voice suddenly taking on an edge.

“Whatever,” Bela rolled her eyes, moving to open the door.

“Wait,” you stopped them, grabbing each by the arm. “I think she wanted to talk alone.”

What are you doing? Of course you want them there!

Bela pursed her lips, but didn’t argue with you, instead leaning towards you to plant a kiss on your cheek. Cassandra was stoic, but the way she crossed her arms over her chest had you believing that she didn’t want to agree with you. They both took a step back to give you an open entrance.

“I’ll be right here, and we’ll go right after.” promised Cassandra, already leaning against the wall to make herself comfortable.

“It’s gonna be a good day, remember?” Bela reminded, giggling as she walked away down the hall.

You sighed, before straightening your shoulders, pumping yourself up. The door was heavy so you had to put some effort into swinging it open to grant yourself access. The loud creak had you cringing but you still pressed on into the room, your eyes falling onto the Lady.

She was seated at the rather large desk, her neck turned down to examine the paperwork before her... a lady never hunches of course. Her hat concealed her eyes from yours, but when she heard the door open, her neck snapped up, zeroing in on you.

You gulped as you were rooted to the spot beneath the heat of her gaze. Her nostrils flared enough for you to catch it, and the smirk that formed on her mouth crept slowly as she leaned back in her chair, her eyes raking over your body.

“Hello, my dear,” her voice was smooth and easy to listen to, and you wondered why you were so afraid.

“Hello, my Lady,” you greeted politely, hands held behind your back, almost as if you were striving to put on the manners.

“Please, call me Alcina,” the Lady insisted, reaching into one of the drawers of her desk.

She withdrew her tobacco smoking pipe and reached for the book of matches on the desktop. She set the tobacco ablaze, the flames dancing in her golden eyes as she stared into your soul it felt. Her cheeks sunk in a bit as she took a drag, blowing it out in your direction, thickening the room.

“Alcina,” you tried, feeling the way it rolled off your tongue. “You wished to speak with me?”

“Straight to the point, I admire that,” Alcina remarked, signaling with her hand for you to take a seat in one of the chairs before the desk.

“I could hardly keep your daughters waiting.” You joked, attempting to take a crack at humor, and deflated when her smile disappeared.

“You’ve found your way into each of my daughters’ hearts, I see.” she commented thoughtfully.

“I don’t know how I did it but... I’d like to think they care for me as much as I care for them, yes.” You supplied, fidgeting in place.

“You are something special, are you not?” Alcina whispered, eyes trailing over your form yet again, and it left you unsure.

“I hardly believe so,” you dismissed, shaking your head, and why were you arguing with this woman who could kill you with no thought whatsoever?

“I see it,” said Alcina, leaning forward, and what you could see was the way her breasts seemed to push forward almost invitingly, and you had to curse yourself for looking at the mother of your girlfriends in such a lewd manner.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.” You said, dazed and confused by the way the conversation was going.

“I can smell something different about you, and it has left me intrigued.” Alcina asserted, the smoke swirling and almost obscuring her face from your vision, but those eyes always bore into you.

“What does that mean?” You whispered, almost afraid that too many questions would send her over the edge.

Lady Dimitrescu snuffed out the tobacco so she could tuck away the pipe once more. She then rested her elbows on the desk, her fingers hooking together before she rested her chin atop them. Her eyes glanced from you to the door behind you as she spoke her next words, almost as if she were speaking to Cassandra who was waiting for you in the hall.

“I regret to inform you that some changes are taking place, my dear, and it starts with the relationship you have with my daughters.”

Your face fell and there was no hiding it. You wished you had brought Bela and Cassandra along, and then you thought of Daniela, and how you awoke with her wrapped around your body.

“W-what about it?” You stammered, your chest tightening, and Alcina sighed ruefully, almost as if to show her regret.

“I’m going to have to take you away from them.” she explained, raising a hand to silence you when your mouth dropped open. “This is not a form of punishment and you are not to be harmed... but I must take you for myself.”

You couldn’t move. Here was this woman who left you feeling nervous and intimidated and so very small telling you that she was stealing you away from her own daughters for her own interests.

“What?” You weren’t sure if it was loud enough to even make a sound in your throat, but the clicking of her tongue confirmed it.

“Pay attention from now on, darling, I do not appreciate having to repeat myself.” Alcina warned, though it wasn’t as harsh as it could be.

“But-” were you really still arguing with her?

“Enough,” clipped Alcina, her frustration starting to rear its head. “I am already aware that I will have to fight with all three of my daughters, do not push me anymore.”

You couldn’t wrap your head around what was happening and you felt like you couldn’t keep up, and this wasn’t the place to get left behind in. You weren’t even sure if you were fully aware of what becoming Alcina’s lover entailed. You were happy where you were.

“Please,” you couldn’t help but to choke out, tears blurring your vision.

“I will be the one to inform my daughters of the new arrangements, you need not worry yourself with that.” assured Alcina, pushing up from the chair, and rounding the desk.

She paused at your side, and you looked up, your neck craning at her height. She chuckled before leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead, taking the time to sniff the scent of your shampoo. Your tears spilled over.

“You remain here, my dear, I will come back to collect you myself, and we will have a discussion of what is to come later.” she said easily, as if she wasn’t switching up your entire life without even a thought.

Your mouth opened and closed, leaving you resembling a goldfish as she opened the door and ducked beneath the doorway. You felt frozen, unable to react to the sudden shouting outside of the door. You couldn’t even hear Cassandra going into her full blown tantrum, throwing things and all.

You stared down at your hands, your forehead still tingling from the cool lips that were just pressed there. What the hell was it that had an entire family of vampires juggling you around? Even the matriarch needed her taste.

You wanted the warmth of Bela, the alluring aura of Cassandra, the intensity of Daniela... Surely they would come for you... right? Surely they could go against their mother...

Right?

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haechanniesunflowers · 3 years

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Mafia!Ateez reaction to s/o being abused by her family

Warnings: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK domestic abuse, bruises, scars, toxic family behaviour, manipulation, torture, mentions of blood, smoking, murder, death

I'm so sorry if this made you uncomfortable, my dms are always open if you want to talk about anything

Requested by @racheloveyunho

It only gets darker and longer with the next member

Hongjoong

He came home early so you weren't prepared and were wearing a tanktop with shorts

He saw the bruises on your back and thighs

When he asked you about it later that day, you sobbed and told him that your brothers beat you because you insisted on moving in with Hongjoong

Would pretend that it didn't affect him but on the inside he's furious

He himself doesn't like to physically discipline anyone unless it is necessary or they get on his nerves and bring him to that point

How dare they lay a finger on you

He wouldn't change his behaviour with you, he'd be his usual caring self, all the while planning to knock some sense into your brothers

He laid a trap for your brothers to fall right into and met with them personally

He's a reasonable man so he started with talking to them but when they didn't listen and called him slurs he threatened to murder them

They knew Hongjoong was a part of a mafia and didn't want to anger him any further

They promised him that they would treat you better

Seonghwa

You told him you tripped and fell while you were packing your things to move in with him and that's how you got the bruise on your head and a busted lip

He bought it honestly because he's soft for you and couldn't see you like that so his focus was to get you the medical treatment you needed

You were happy with him and spent almost all of your time with him but he didn't want to hold you back form meeting your friends and family

You were ecstatic to meet your friends but not your family

They hurt you after all

So when he had someone drop you off to your family house, you were nervous but still went inside to meet them

What you got was taunts and verbal abuse

When you tried convincing them that Seonghwa was indeed very kind and loving towards you, they hit you so hard, you lost your balance and your back hit the glass corner of the table which you tried holding onto and ended up scratching your upper arm, drawing blood

You were shocked and hurt and ran out of the house

You hailed a taxi and went to your friend's house and told Seonghwa to pick you up from there

When he came home that night, you were already asleep

In the morning he woke up and found you in the kitchen at the brink of tears and you cheek was a little swollen and purplish

He asked you what happened but you said you liked hanging out with your friends yesterday and these were tears of joy and that your swollen cheek was because you ran into a glass wall

He believed you like always and wrapped his arms around you to pull you into an embrace and accidentally put pressure on the bruise on your back from yesterday

You yelped and arched your back

This time he didn't ask you but lifted your shirt to see for himself, despite your protests and was shocked to say the least

He made you feel comfortable enough to tell him that it was your family's doing

He reassured you that everything will be okay and that you could stay with him forever

That night he paid your family a visit after you went to sleep

They never contacted you again

Yunho

Your family was very religious and never really messed with you because Yunho made it very clear how protective he was towards you

Any bitter comment from your family would earn them a death glare from Yunho

He'd stare them down until they got super uncomfortable

Nobody knew what he was capable of, other than the fact that he was involved with a mafia

Your family wanted you to stay away from him but you loved him and he had promised to protect you and shield you from the mafia life

Yunho's girlfriend had no face, no one in the mafia world had ever seen you

One day you were visiting your family to celebrate your sister's birthday

You felt unwelcomed, you own blood was making you feel uncomfortable

When the guests had left and it was time to open the presents, your brother told you to go home

You were embarrassed but tried to reason with him that you guys were family

He started saying hurtful things and called you a slut and accused you of selling yourself to a dirty mafia rat who kills people for a living. He said you are nothing but his whore and he will replace you one day when he is tired of you and then you will have no one to turn to because they didn't consider you family anymore

You got up and went to the home. The home Yunho had made in the middle of a dense forest to hide you and came to see you almost every day

Yunho had decided to complete his work in advance today so he could spend more time with you in the next days, since you said you would be at your family house today

You unlocked the door and went in crying. You were wailing so hard that you laid on the floor in the lobby

You screamed when you felt someone grab you by your arms and made you sit up

Yunho looked at you in shock and worry, you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck and cried your heart out, not caring if you were being loud and looking like a mess

You didn't need to tell him what had happened because he was aware your family had something to do with this

You woke up in bed the next day, feeling numb but had a severe headache

You looked around the room and saw a shirtless Yunho starting outside the window, you called out to him "Yunho..."

"I don't want to know what they did or said. I'm never ever going to allow you to meet them again. It took everything I had in me to stop from murdering them because I don't want to hurt you, but I can't have anyone else hurting you either"

He turned around and looked furious, you had only once seen him this angry when a spy from another mafia broke into your house and tried to stab you. Yunho had ripped his jaw off of his face with his bare hands in front of you and you fainted from shock from the intensity of the situation

Right now he had the same look on his face and you didn't want to anger him any further

Yeosang

He had never been the one to talk a lot

His calm and collected nature made people underestimate him

Your family used to love Yeosang and were supportive of your relationship with him, they were happy when you moved in with him, but that was before they knew who he was

Only you knew that Yeosang was a cold blooded killer. He was his gang's ace, he was sharp, very intelligent and very manipulative, not to mention he was the second most strongest member and was very good with weapons, his speciality being butterfly knives. He killed people the bad guys and felt no remorse. His gang members often joke that he only feels two emotions, rage when the bad guys cause menace and love towards you.

He got you pregnant and you were now worried but Yeosang had reassured you that no one in this world will ever lay a finger on you as long as he is by your side. He made you feel safe and loved. He didn't trust anyone to help you around the house so he stayed home to help you.

One day your family came over to meet you and ask after you unannounced, you being 7 months pregnant, were home alone

They wanted to see your huge house, you were nervous because you didn't want them to see some rooms but couldn't keep up with them because you got tired from walking

Then the unthinkable happened, they saw everything. They saw Yeosang's training room, his collection of knives and bulletin boards with photos of people, nasty looking people. One board had two sets of photos of the same person, one photo was for Yeosang to know who to attack and the other photo of the same person killed by him. Yeosang never wanted you to see the contents of the room, let alone your family.

They told you to come with them and to leave Yeosang but you tried to tell them that you were more than okay and wanted to stay with him

It all happened too fast, your father grabbed you by your arm, dragged you outside and forced you to sit in the car while your mother pleaded to him to not shove you around like that in this state. They didn't drive home, they were fleeing the city to get as far away from Yeosang as possible

You were screaming, your parents paid no attention to you, they thought you were protesting but actually you were screaming because of the excruciating pain you were experiencing. You were bleeding and your mom had noticed it but they were on a highway and there was no hospital nearby. They couldn't do anything about it so they kept driving out of the city, your father hoping the child would die in your womb because he now hated Yeosang and wouldn't be able to love his child either.

You fainted and after 2 hours of driving, they got to a hospital. No one knew but you were carrying twins, sadly one of them had died in your womb while the other was born healthy. You were now fighting for your life. Your parents were scared for you and afraid of being tracked down by Yeosang.

You and your baby spent a month in the hospital and recovered enough for your parents take you with them

On the other side Yeosang was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He was out looking for you, now scared and confused and in rage. He didn't know who had taken you away and was frustrated and tired but he couldn't let you go. You were the love of his life and the only person in the world who ever loved him.

He got a lead on you and within hours was outside the house where your parents were hiding you.

He broke in the house in the middle of the night and found you crying on the bed with a sleeping child by your side. He instantly became soft at the sight, all the rage he had in him was replaced by love. He softly called to you and you whipped your head up and instantly ran to him.

You begged him not to harm your parents and he couldn't say no. He silently took you and his month old son back home in the dead of the night

San

San was not one person, he had two kinds of personalities, one was a ruthless assassin and the other, a passionate lover. Both personalities had him being manipulative in common

He absolutely hated your family because you were a free spirit and liked taking risks while they were the complete opposites and often tried holding you back but you always loved an adventure and that's how you ended up with Choi San.

You dispised your family the same as they did you. You were so used to the beating that you felt nothing now. Profanities were very common too and you wanted nothing but to slap each and every one of them and run away.

You were head over heals for him the moment he crossed paths with you but you didn't show that to him. He tried manipulating you into getting you to sleep with him but you knew better and brushed him off

He was used to women being on their knees for him so you not doing that was a challenge for him and he was hell bent on getting you to like him

He was going crazy over you and started meeting you at your workplace during his missions, like he had to kill a man in 30 minutes but he just had to see you first

When you weren't giving in to his art of seduction, he tried a different way

He asked you out like a decent human being and you said yes, wow that was easy, right?

No, you made him work hard for your love and affection and he was obsessed with making you happy to feel loved by you and by the time San realized what was going on, it was too late

He was madly in love with you and practically drooling over you

He finally asked you to move in with him and you said yes even though you knew your family would disapprove. You went home and packed your stuff and tried to leave but your family members didn't let you leave and in an effort of saving you from inevitable destruction which was Choi San, they beat you to the point you passed out.

They texted San from your phone, pretending to be you and told him to stay away and leave you alone, that you wanted nothing to do with him.

San was confused and scared when he got that text from you and texted you back to take your time and rethink your decision.

You woke up in your room at some point during the night, unable to open one eye because it had been bruised badly. Your head was bleeding and the blood had dried on your face. You left leg hurt a lot because of you lying in an unnatural position. You didn't have your phone or anything else

You felt empty and all you wanted was to be in San's loving embrace

It was now or never

You escaped from your window and somehow managed to get to San's front door, it was almost morning

You knocked on his door and called for him

He opened the door after some time and took in your form

He was in too much rage but he had to tend to you first

A few weeks later he came home and told you that he made sure your family is now in another city far away from you and won't contact you again

A tear slipped down your face, you were free from their torment

You kissed San and thanked him

He would do anything to make you happy

Mingi

Mingi was the notorious mafia leader who has connections with the government and the dark world

He had money and fame (the good and bad kind) and all that was missing was love and you filled that void

He loved you too much and would never let anyone hurt you

People knew better

So your own family, your own blood hurting you for wanting to live with Mingi didn't sit well with him

He was distracted at work and all he could see was your face, your tear filled eyes, your bruised arm and your distraught state

He wished he had sent someone to get you from your family house sooner so you didn't have to go through the abuse

He wished you never told them about it and just moved in with him

You were in his home, resting in his bed, thinking about what had happened

Did they really didn't see any good in Mingi?

Did they really have to hit you?

Did you do the right thing?

These thoughts flooded your mind and you were just as distracted

Mingi came home in a hurry and told you to come with him

You asked him where you guys are going and he says we're going to get back at them

He took you to your house and barged right in, unannounced

Seeing Mingi in person was overwhelming and your family were scared, pleading to him to let them go

Mingi told them that he was going to kill them for hurting you and there was panic and chaos

You came to stand next to him, squeezed his hand and softly told him that you want to go home

He couldn't say no to you so he warned them that this isn't over and took you home

You talked to Mingi and convinced him to let them go because they were your family after all

He's the one who said that if the loved toy and cared for you, they wouldn't hurt you like this and family doesn't mean you have to tolerate this kind I'd behavior when you're old enough to make decisions for yourself

You kissed him and wondered why couldn't your family see the good in him

Wooyoung

It started off with you slowly telling your folks about what Wooyoung did for a living

You were smart, so you didn't tell them about his business until you moved in with him otherwise they would have disapproved

You didn't mention that he tortured people and killed them without remorse, no, you said that he works with an organization that eliminates evil people which was true in essence

Your family was having none of it

They wanted you as far away from him as possible

You loved him and he loved you but they didn't believe it

They kept you from leaving the house and since Wooyoung was away for some time on a mission he didn't know

It was only when he got home that he found out that you hadn't returned, but he didn't think much of it because you were with your family

You on the other hand were panicking not only because you were being forced to stay away from Wooyoung but also because you just found out that you were pregnant

You had to get back to him no matter what

You refused to eat or talk to your family members, only demanding to meet Wooyoung

When he didn't get any message from you he began to get suspicious

He sent someone disguised as a delivery boy over to your house to check up on you and got word that you were sick and locked in your room

He got up and drove to your house in the middle of the night and broke through the front door. He didn't care who got in his way and pushed and punched whoever protested

He got to your room and demanded that you open it

You did and jumped at him, told him you were pregnant and they were keeping you from going back to him and cried

He took you in his arms and was taking you back with him

Your father threatened to call the police and Wooyoung simply said "say hi to chief inspector Jeon from me" leaving the father shocked

You were happy to be back with your lover and were excited about the baby, the same as Wooyoung

Jongho

Probably the strongest man in the whole mafia world

Everyone feared him

He didn't have to say twice for what he wanted because people had heard how he smashed someone's skull open with his bare fists

He had asked you to move in with him and you happily said yes

But when you told your family about your decision they asked you if you were crazy

You didn't listen to them and started packing

They weren't going to let you go to some barbarian

But you weren't listening so they had to do it the hard way

Deep down you were happy to leave because your family had always been abusive and toxic

When you were asked to leave with your suitcases your father grabbed you by your arm and shoved you against the wall

"you bitch, you really think you can disobey me?"

Your mother held you by your hair and slapped you so hard your nose started bleeding

They beat you severely and you had stopped screaming at this point

You thought you were going to die when they left you like this on the kitchen floor

You don't know what got into you but you got on your feet and ran out the front door where you were stopped by Jongho waiting for you beside his car

He saw you and gently pushed you aside and went straight inside the house

He came out after almost 20 minutes, blood splattered on his face and clothes

You were already in shock from the beating that you didn't question him

He got in the car with you, held your face in his hands and said "don't worry, I called an ambulance for them, they just might be okay"

With that your heart sank but you were too shaken to feel sad for them so you just cried

Jongho took you home

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London Boy - Part 3: I like girls that dance

summary: It’s your first night out and your first real introduction to Westheath. Rafe is quick to find his way on your radar.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 4.6k

a/n: the way I’m imagining Jack Harlow as I write Liam 😩✋also, im pulling these chapter titles out of my ass - but actually tho, go listen to Girls That Dance by Masego

Part 1 Part 2

Despite your doubts, you put on the sheer top and the black mini skirt Millie and Olivia had insisted you wear. Your favorite pregame playlist plays as you do your makeup in the mirror. You move as quickly as you can, in desperate need of a shot to calm your nerves before your flat fills with people. You’re also nervous about seeing Rafe after that encounter in the kitchen you just had.

As you run your fingers through your hair and put on your earrings, all you can see is his stupid (and annoyingly attractive) face, staring down at you with that dumb backwards cap, telling you that you guys should watch Game of Thrones together. Every time your mind starts to think if that means something, you quickly shut down the thought. Of course it doesn’t mean anything. Just because a boy wants to watch a show with you does not automatically mean he wants you or that this was going to turn into some kind of Netflix and chill situation. Or was this gonna be a Netflix and chill situation? I mean it was Rafe Cameron after all, the boy certainly had a reputation. But then again, hadn’t he just showed you that he’s different from what you had expected? Oh god this was all too much to think about right now, you needed a shot. Stat.

“Y/N!” Olivia shouts, swinging the door to your room open right on cue. “Oh. My. God. You look so hot!” she exclaims. “Here, this is for you,” she extends a shot glass toward you with a devilish grin.

“Oh god what is it,” you grimace. Shots always seemed like a better idea in theory than in practice.

“Try it and find out,” she smirks. You sigh and send the liquid to the back of your throat, immediately cringing at the sting of raspberry vodka, Olivia bringing a cup of cranberry juice to your mouth to chase.

“Don’t worry love, a few more and you won’t even taste it. Now come on,” she laughs, dragging you with her to the kitchen. The rest of your flatmates are already there, Millie bopping along to the music, giggling at whatever Topper is saying, Rafe standing close by sipping his drink.

“Y/n you hottie!” Millie cheers, looking up as you make your way into the kitchen. You pray to god your cheeks aren’t turning pink. You don’t dare turn your head, but you know Rafe is staring at you. If you looked at him now you’d be crimson for sure.

“Alright everybodyyy,” Olivia begins, pouring the same raspberry vodka into the five shot glasses she has lined up on the table. You can’t help but laugh at her infectious energy, this girl is nothing if not the life of the party.

“Cheers to our first night out as flat mates! Wooo!!!” she exclaims, as everyone grabs a shot glass from the table, Rafe instinctively passing you one, hands briefly touching during the exchange and again as you all clink your glasses. You down the contents, unsure if the heat forming in your chest is from the vodka or the feeling of Rafe’s passing touch.

Pretty soon people start to arrive, Olivia and Millie making sure to introduce everyone. The flat becomes a blur of bodies drinking, dancing, and mingling about, and somehow, despite it all, Rafe Cameron is the person you find yourself standing with. There was something magnetic about him that you couldn’t quite understand, but it kept drawing you near.

“What are you drinking tonight Cameron,” you nod at the cup in his hand.

“Jack and coke. Of course,” he scoffs with subtle sarcasm, which you instantly pick up on.

“Not straight whiskey? Wow. That’s not very Figure 8 of you,” you admonish playfully.

“Straight whiskey? L/n who do you think I am?” he twists his face in mock disbelief. “But I’m game to do a shot if you are,” he adds.

“Hmm that does-“ you begin, but you’re quickly cutoff.

“Y/n, babe, if I had known you’d be here I would’ve came sooner,” Liam greets you with a kiss on the cheek and a cheeky smile.

“Now how on earth do you two know each other,” Millie asks, walking in line with the boy.

“Umm,” you chuckle nervously. You could not have possibly felt more awkward at the conversation unfolding in front of you, Rafe standing by as witness to it all. “He’s that boy I went to the bar with the other night,” you explain sheepishly.

“That was Liam!? Chrissake. Well I apologize on his behalf for anything he said or did.”

“Hey I’ll have you know I’m a proper gentleman!” he defends, throwing you a wink as Millie rolls her eyes. Just at that moment, another group of people walk in through the door, conveniently coming to Rafe’s rescue.

“Rafe!” a girl calls and he clears his throat excusing himself, Millie following suit to greet the latest batch of guests. You watch as he leans in for a hug with the girl who’s just called his name. She’s twirling her hair and batting her eyes, confident, flirty, gorgeous - just his type. A sick feeling pools in your stomach, you don’t even realize you’re staring.

“Lily Colts, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Liam informs you as he takes the now empty spot next to you.

“Oh, um no, I was just uh-“

“It’s okay Y/n, I get it. So flatmate huh” he laughs, unbothered.

“No no it’s not like that at all I uh-”

“Alright. Y/n,” he says, jumping up to sit on the counter behind him, cracking open the can in his hand. “You know I think you’re hot and you know I like messing with you-”

“Actually I know neither of those things,” you reply indignantly.

“Yes you do, you’re not dim,” he bulldozes right on, “I can read people pretty well, and there was a vibe there.”

“A vibe?”

“Yeah. Between you and what’s-his-face. You should’ve seen the way he tensed up when I came up to you,” he snickers in amusement.

“Shut up. His name is Rafe, by the way, and there was no ‘vibe.’ Also why are you even telling me this?” you ask, growing frustrated with the cocky brunette.

“Y/n please,” he scoffs. “I told you I can read people, so let me read you. You’re out here in London right, far away from home, keen for a fresh start. You’ve never been one for meaningless flings, but fuck it, if everyone else can do it, why not you? Or so you try to convince yourself, but you know that’s not you. See, you crave that emotional connection, and when you find even a hint of it, you’re a goner. Which is why you’d never actually hook up with me and it’s why you’re staring at that boy from home even though you swear you don’t care, but you do - you feel something there.”

You’re dumbfounded by his ability to know things about you that even you yourself can’t recognize. “I liked it better when you were just flirting with me,” you grumble.

“No worries darling, I’ll definitely still do that. I’ll even dance on you in the club if you ask nicely, might make pretty boy over there jealous,” he motions with his eyes toward Rafe, at which you give his shoulder a shove.

“You’re an idiot you know, Millie was right on the money with that,” you quip, as the two of you head over to her, Liv, and the boys.

“Please, Millie wishes she could be right on something else,” he says as you shoot him a glare, trying your best to suppress a laugh. Liam was starting to become a pain in your ass, too smart for his own good, but at least he was a funny one.

—

Your first night clubbing was going great. The place was packed, the music was good, and you were having a blast dancing with Liv, Millie, and their friends. You couldn’t help looking around the club though, eyes scanning for Rafe in the crowd. He’d been hanging out all night with Topper and some of the guys from their new soccer team. You longed to be near him somehow, to interact with him again. All your conversations with him earlier today had left you with an excited buzz - you didn’t know what it was about this version of Rafe Cameron in London, but you were actually enjoying his company.

You try to push him out of your mind and just enjoy the moment. It’s not like there was anything between you and Rafe, you had just barely began to form a semblance of a potential friendship today, let’s not get carried away. Besides, you live with the boy, accidentally running into him wasn’t going to be much of a challenge.

“Anyone want anything from the bar?” you shout over the music to your friends.

“Vodka soda with lime please!” Olivia shouts back and you nod, turning to make your way to the counter a few feet away. You place your order and mindlessly tap your fingers on the bar as a figure appears beside you.

“Hey, Y/n right? Flatmates with Olivia, Mills, and the boys?” the girl asks, and you turn, now face to face with Lily.

“Uh yeah, hey,” you feign a smile back.

“I’m Lily, nice to meet you,” she smiles genuinely. “I’m friends with all the Westheath bozos you’ve probably been meeting tonight,” she laughs, “Callum and Henry over there are my best mates. They’re on the football team with Rafe and Topper, we were showing them around earlier. My god you guys have been hoarding some cute ones over there in America.”

You chuckle, “glad that Kildare’s presence can at least be of some benefit.”

“So, girl to girl here, what can you tell me about Rafe Cameron? He’s such a hottie isn’t he? Would love to get a taste of that,” she smirks, licking her lips.

“Umm I don’t really have much to tell,” you say, unsure of how to navigate this conversation. You could tell her what you thought you knew of Outer Banks Rafe - he’s a rich, party-boy player. But after today, that no longer felt right. You didn’t want to say or presume anything about him at all actually, it felt wrong to talk about him like that. God, what the hell was wrong with you? You spend a few hours with the boy and you already have a soft spot for him? You needed to get a grip. “Our families know each other but we don’t really hang out at home. He’s uh- he’s cool though,” you decide as a sufficient response.

“Any girl friend?” she asks, sliding cash over to the bartender as she orders a shot.

“Rafe’s not really the ‘girlfriend-type’,” you answer, bartender sliding you the drinks you ordered and Lily her’s.

“Well then cheers to that,” she grins, clinking her shot glass to your drink before she downs it, waving a quick goodbye. You watch as she makes her way back to Rafe and their group, adorning a flirty smile. You feel sick to your stomach. You wanted to hate her, you did. But you couldn’t. She wasn’t doing anything wrong. She was just confident, outgoing, and not afraid to go after what she wanted. There was nothing for you to be angry about, who was stopping you from doing the same?

But in the back of your mind you decided you could never go after Rafe like that. He would never be interested in you in that way, you were sure of it. You had a hard time believing your friends when they hyped you up, so you definitely weren’t going to believe for a single second that a boy you thought was cool could possibly look at you in the same way. Besides, the mere idea of being rejected by Rafe Cameron, and then having to continue living with him and eventually go back to the Outer Banks for everyone to find out you had been rejected by the kook prince, was so mortifying that the very thought made you want to crawl into a hole. So you promise yourself, right then and there, that you won’t let yourself get hurt like that. You could hang out with Rafe, get to know him, become friends even, but under no circumstances could you be caught wearing your heart on your sleeve. You couldn’t disarm yourself like that and give him the upper hand. You needed to look out for yourself first and foremost, preserving the little bit of control you still had over your life.

You walk back over to your friends, slipping Liv her drink as her and Jake dance together. Your new friends are all tipsy and in a world of their own, getting lost in the music and their movements.

“Dance with me,” you turn to Liam who’s right beside you.

“I said if you ask nicely,” he admonishes sarcastically, to which you roll your eyes.

“I’m not gonna beg Liam. You wanna dance or not?”

“Sheesh, Lily Colts got your panties in a twist like that?”

“Not. At. All.” You confidently stare into his eyes, sipping your drink. It’s no use, Liam knows you all too well by now, and you curse yourself for the way in which this boy is able to see right through all the walls you put up. You may think these walls are made of brick, but to Liam they’re glass.

He just laughs at you, shaking his head in amusement. He grabs your free hand and pulls you closer to him, your bodies now pressed together. He takes your hand and rests it on the back of his neck, his finding their way to your hips. He plants his leg in between yours and soon you guys are lost in the rhythm. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying every second. He spins you around and you lightly grind your ass against him.

“Damn Y/n, I didn’t know you move like that,” he jokes, as you face forward again. He leans in, his hand on the small of your back, and you feel his breath right against your ear, “he’s looking by the way.” Your breath hitches, but you know better than to turn around. Liam is already one step ahead of you, instinctively twirling you again so you can quickly catch a glimpse of Rafe’s eyes on yours without it being obvious. “Told you he’d be jealous,” he smirks down at you triumphantly.

“Shut up,” you reply, the slightest smile tugging at your lips as your sweaty bodies continue to move to the music.

—-

“Aw flatmate bonding you guysss,” Olivia gushes, as you all sit together at a booth. She had forced you all out of your beds this morning to get breakfast together. Despite being hungover and groggy, you all reluctantly agreed. “Mimosas anyone?” she jokes.

“If I so much as smell any alcohol I think I’ll vomit,” Topper groans.

“Aw, what’s the matter, can’t handle your liquor Tops?” Millie asks, quirking her head to the side.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny. Could ask you the same question. My room is right next to the bathroom, don’t think I didn’t hear your retching last night,” he snaps back, to which Millie turns bright red and soon you’re all hunched over in laughter.

“I think a mimosa would make me yak right now too, to be fair. Coffees all around!” Olivia asserts.

You’re seated across from Rafe as you both scan your menus, your eyes immediately fixing in on the pancakes. The waiter comes by to take all your orders and you can’t help but blush a little when Rafe orders pancakes and you have to follow with a “same for me.” Such a silly, meaningless thing, I mean everyone likes pancakes. But being the only one to have the same exact order as Rafe leaves you feeling embarrassed, for no good reason all the same. You all begin to scarf down your food as soon as it arrives, thankful to have something to soak up the alcohol in your stomachs, as you share stories and laugh about last night’s drunken antics.

“So how is it that we’re all flatmates and yet I only have Topper’s contact. Come on, add ‘em in,” Rafe says, sliding his unlocked phone to the middle of the table.

“Wait I want snapchats too. Oooh! And instagram!” Olivia pipes, whipping out her phone as well.

“I expect no booty calls Cameron. This is strictly business,” Millie jokes, typing in her and Olivia’s numbers before passing his phone to you.

“Am I allowed a booty call?” Topper smirks, extending his phone as well.

“I wouldn’t push your luck Thornton,” she smirks back and he pouts in response. You finish typing your name and number into Rafe’s phone and hand it back to him, skin briefly making contact once again. Even though you had known Rafe all your life, somehow you two never had a reason to exchange numbers, only following each other on Instagram which he never posted on anyways.

“Alright everyone, pull up your snapchat codes, I wanna make a group,” Olivia says and everyone obliges, arms crossing every which way as you all add each other. “What should we name our group chat? Ooo can we do a ship name of our schools - like Kilheath or Westare?”

“I like Kilheath,” Topper chimes in.

“Yeah I bet you do you psychopath. Sounds like the name of a bad horror movie,” Rafe laughs.

“Oooo there’s five of us, we could be the Spice Girls,” Millie beams.

“No.” Topper immediately shuts her down.

“What about ‘American Boys and Spice Girls.’ You know, like the Kanye West song,” you add.

“Ehh, we’re getting closer, but not quite there,” Rafe teases you and you playfully kick him under the table. “I’m hearing a lot of opinions and not a lot of contributions,” you cross your arms and raise your brows.

“Hey hey hey, I’m a critic, not a chef L/n,” he lifts his hands in surrender.

“Ooo I got it! We can call it the ‘Royal fam,’ like the royal family,” Olivia suggests, finally getting approval from the whole group. Breakfast is soon over and you all return to your rooms, eager to nap away the remainder of your hangovers. You lay in your bed and stare at the newly formed snapchat group on your phone. Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 appears on top and you scroll down, looking at Rafe’s username and bitmoji on your screen. You laugh at the fact that even his bitmoji wears a backwards cap. It was weird, having him in your phone like this. You had known this boy your whole life, but you two had always operated in separate spheres. And here he was, in your Snapchat, a glimpse into the life of Rafe, of which you only ever got a birds eye view of back home. It almost felt like you were trespassing somewhere you didn’t belong, having access to him like this. You sigh and lock your phone. Rafe Cameron really isn’t all that bad.

—

The next few days fly by fast as you become acclimated to Westheath. You and the rest of the Kildare kids attend an orientation with Westheath’s exchange advisor, spending the whole time with your little trio: you, Rafe, and Topper. When you had first arrived abroad, you were deadset on forging your own path in London and steering clear of everyone else from OBX. But hanging out with Rafe and Topper made you all but forget. It was fun and easy hanging out with them, in fact, counterintuitively, they were helping you forget all about the Outer Banks, just as you had hoped to do. Your conversations centered around your interests, your new lives, on random jokes and made up bits. It was almost as if there was a mutual unspoken agreement between you, them also trying to escape and forget their lives in OBX.

Pretty soon classes began, and you were learning a new schedule and adapting to British schooling. Your evenings were spent singing and dancing in the kitchen as you, Liv, and Millie simultaneously cooked your dinners, getting pints at the pub around the corner with your Westheath friends, and playing card games at the kitchen table with Rafe and Topper, the smack talk between you three flowing strong. There’d be short moments where you’d find yourself alone with Rafe - he’d explain to you whatever Premier League team was playing that day, you’d show him how the coffee machine works, and the occasional passing comments of “so when are we finally starting Game of Thrones, Cameron?” “I’m ready whenever you are, L/n.”

—

It was a Wednesday night, and you were curled up in your fluffy gray blanket watching Gilmore Girls in bed. You found the show comforting and familiar, the small town of Stars Hallow reminding you of what you wished your life in the Outer Banks could be like. Instead it was more like the cold and pretentious atmosphere of Chilton and the older Gilmores’ Hartford life. Your phone buzzes, and you pick it up lazily to check, suddenly freezing at the notification on your screen.

Snapchat: Rafe Cameron

You had opened a few snapchats from the boy over the past few days, but they were always random ones he would send to the group chat. This one was just for you. You gulp and put your phone down, not wanting to open it too fast. A few minutes go by and you realize you haven’t paid an ounce of attention to the show on your screen, even though you’re staring right at it. Fuck it. You open your phone and tap on the unread snap.

When are we watching Game of Thrones L/n the snapchat says, a picture of his laptop on his bed and the HBO Max home page open, the series featured in the corner of the screen.

You snap back a picture of your blanket and the laptop playing Gilmore Girls in front of you: ready whenever you are Cameron.

Almost immediately you get a response back.

Rafe Cameron: wait are you home rn? His message is accompanied by a random picture of his room, a view you let your eyes linger on until the message expires. Another peak into Rafe Cameron’s world.

Y/n: Yep! You send a blurry selfie of you wrapped in your blanket.

Rafe Cameron: be over in 5

You leave that last message on open and your heart starts to race. Just breathe Y/n, breathe, you keep telling yourself. It doesn’t have to be a big deal if you don’t make it out to be. It’s just a show. Just a show. And besides, you guys are friends now, right? You sit up in your bed and grab your pillow, shifting over to sit horizontally on your mattress. That seems more casual to you, more ‘just a couple friends watching a show together at a comfortable distance’ and less ‘sitting right on top of each other Netflix and chill’. You gulp down some water to ease your dry throat when you hear a gentle knock.

“Come in!” you call out, and now Rafe Cameron is in your room, eyes absorbing all the details that are so you. The posters on one wall, film camera photos on another. The string lights which wrap around your room and give it a warm glow. The plants, the subtle scent of vanilla. The bag you always carried with you, hanging off the side of your chair. He almost felt like he was intruding, like he was getting an intimate glimpse of something that was for your eyes only.

“Whats up,” he says, holding his laptop and closing the door behind him.

“Ready to finally start the show,” you laugh, “it’s about damn time.”

“Hey, I’ve been ready, it’s you who’s been taking your sweet time.”

“Is that so?” you ask sarcastically and a smile forms on his face.

“What are you doing over there? Who sits like that on their bed?” he asks, now coming over and taking a seat on your mattress facing vertically, propping your other pillow behind his back. “Can’t even stretch out your legs or anything,” he continues, patting the spot on the bed next to him, signaling for you to come over.

“I don’t know, I think it’s comfy,” you lie as you crawl over to him, your first line of defense already shot down.

“Weirdo,” he chuckles to which you nudge him in the side with your elbow. “If Topper’s wrong about this I’m gonna give him so much shit,” he says.

“Topper does have a lot of questionable opinions,” you laugh, “but I have a good feeling about this one.

—

One episode turned into two turned into three, you and Rafe instantly hooked. The nerves you had felt earlier at sitting so close next to this boy in your bed had all but dissipated, you quickly acclimating to the space he took up next to you. Even though by now all your previous misconceptions about Rafe had disappeared, replaced with the boy you had come to know over the past week, there was a small part of you that was still waiting to see if he’d try to pull something on you, like the Rafe you imagined back home surely would. Of course he didn’t, watching and discussing the show with you, making you feel as comfortable as if you two had been friends for years. You almost felt bad for having had doubted him in the first place.

When the third episode ended and you two got into a long post-episode discussion, you hardly noticed when the conversation began to digress. You both started to sink lower and lower down into your pillows, until you were both laying on your backs, staring at the ceiling and lost in exchanges of words and thoughts. The conversation was different this time, more candid and open, as if the shadow of the night was inviting you to divulge thoughts you wouldn’t have shared in the day. He spoke of his strained relationship with his father and you shared the silly drama that had caused a riff between you and your former friends back home. He showed you pictures of his dog and you showed him the video you had been working on all summer long in OBX, not having anyone to hang out with before you left for London. He talked about how he felt so disconnected from almost everyone on that island, and you nodded, understanding all too well. The conversation continued to ebb and flow, the occasional funny video or meme pulling you two into fits of laughter before seamlessly delving into another vulnerable train of thought. You both had your Spotify accounts open now, taking turns sharing your favorite songs. You put on a playlist you had made over the summer, full of songs that made you feel at peace.

“This puts you at ease huh,” he says.

You turn your head to look at him, “how could you tell?”

“I don’t know. I guess just the way your whole body relaxed the second you pressed play,” he replies.

“Yeah,” you say turning your head back toward the ceiling. “I know it sounds cheesy, but I feel like these songs are speaking to my soul or something,” you whisper.

“Yeah I get that… I have those too,” he whispers back. Neither of you realize it’s already 5 am and neither of you notice as your eyes both get heavy and sleep washes over you, playlist in the background like a lullaby. And at some point during your deep sleep, Rafe’s arm has found itself unconsciously wrapped around you.

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Part 4

a/n: lemme know what you think!(:

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #obx #rafe outer banks #outer banks #rafe cameron x you

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Hello! For the continued part of the blurb in which Harry and YN get casted together; this is the reminder :))

Also here’s a thought about it:

Maybe since like Harry met Olivia on DWD, when Tangled started they're like broken up and so so to make it more realistic (It was more of a suggestion but just do you, your readers would love it either way) :))

Have a great day!!!

yes we will definitely continue this!! okay let’s go;

First day nerves were always the worst.

Whether it was first day of school, first day of a new job, first day at university or, in your case, first day on set, you always got a really bad case of the nervous butterflies. It was just unnerving having to meet new people and try and fit into the way everything worked around here. You were a very social person when you came out of your shell, but you could be a hard one to crack if you weren’t with the right people. Luckily for you this set definitely had the right people. After briefly meeting him on the red carpet for Don’t Worry Darling and then having him text you afterwards, you have to say that now working with Harry Styles seemed like a dream. His music and his charisma shaped him into someone you really liked and really wanted to know more about. He was your all time crush and unfortunately, for you, he’d probably gathered that by now - what with your blushing interview over him.

The weather was beautiful and the buzz on set was amazing. Everyone was rushing around and trying to busy themselves until filming started at 8am. You had just been in hair and makeup and were on your way to set now. The movie wasn’t being filmed in its’ complete order, so the first scene that you were filming was where Flynn climbs up the tower and meets Rapunzel for the first time. Where Harry meets you.

You couldn’t quite believe you were actually here. You were a Disney princess, and your favourite one at that. The purple dress was everything you’d imagined and you felt like a dreamy cloud in it. Your flip flops and robe covered most of your outfit though, to keep you warm until you were needed on set. Instead of going straight inside the filming building, you sat outside on a nearby bench hoping to calm your nerves.

To keep your mind preoccupied you went over and over your lines in your head, cursing yourself when you messed up over something so small. Your fingers picked away at each other, damaging the nail-art that had only recently been put on.

“You’re going to cost the makeup department a fortune if you keep doing that.” You didn’t need to look up to know that it was Harry who was approaching you, but you did anyways. He looked beautiful. His hair was styled the same way as Flynn Ryders and you could see the outlines of his costume underneath the coat he was wearing.

“Oh, sorry.” You laughed nervously, putting your head back down to stop him from catching your blush.

“Hey no need for apologises. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He spoke honestly and you felt the warmth of his words spread over your body, like butter on toast.

“Just really nervous.” You admitted shyly.

“Can I…” He pointed towards the bench space next to you.

“‘Course, yes.” You patted the space encouragingly and watched him pull the trousers up from his thighs to sit more comfortably. God, those thighs. You cleared your throat to detach the dirty thoughts from the back of your mind.

It was quiet until he spoke again. “What’s your favourite Disney movie?”

“What?” You asked confused and Harry repeated the question as calmly as he did last time. You expected him to start giving you words of advice, not asking you your favourite Disney movie. “Oh, um, Tangled of course.”

“You know you don’t just have to say that because you’re the lead actress in the movie.” He nudged you with his shoulder, making you laugh as you swayed away and then back to him.

“Yeah I know.”

“Pity.”

“Why?”

“Just would’ve taken you for more of an avid Lion King fan.” He joked, his dimpled smile boasting its’ way onto his cheeky face.

“I am, actually. I just, there’s something about Rapunzel that draws me to her. I don’t know whether it’s her childhood was similar to mine—”

“Wait you were abducted by a weirdly attractive evil woman who claims to be your— wait! So you’re a princess?” Before you can answer he knelt down before you, capturing your hands in his - neither of your missing the tingles of passion when your skin touched skin - and holding them tightly, whilst he began speaking again, “M’lady, forgive me for being so simple.”

“Harry! What are you doing, y’fool?” You laughed at him, trying to get him to sit back next to you as you’d drawn the attention from a few crew members.

“I’m grovelling at the feet of my future Queen.” He said so matter-of-factly you almost, nearly, truly believed him. Chuffing actor.

“Get up you oaf!” And he did with a little more persuasion. “What I meant was that my childhood was quite isolated and lonely - I didn’t have many friends at all.” You spoke from the heart, not expecting Harry’s eyebrows to furrow with confusion or for him to look so sad.

“I’m sorry.” You knew he meant it.

“At least I have Flo, though, now.” You smiled at the thought of your amazing best friend, whom also happened to be Harry’s most recent co-star. Their performances in Don’t Worry Darling were second to none and you were so proud of Flo for delivering such an awe inspiring delivery to her character Alice.

“And me. Don’t forget me.”

“I could never.” You turned to look at him, unprepared to find him staring back at you with hearts in his eyes. You blushed and had to look away, but you rested the side of your head on his shoulder out of natural instinct. It felt right and it felt comforting. “Thank you, though Harry.”

“Always.” He rested his head back against yours, both of you just watching the busy people prepare for your first scene. The nerves had gone though, now, and you were feeling more at peace with yourself - and with him. “Oh and Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I think that you’re drawn to Rapunzel, because she embodies your courage, kindness, beauty and compassion.” Your heart swelled at his words. You never thought someone could think of you this way, let alone Harry. You pushed your head tighter against his shoulder, wanting him to wordlessly know that you were really grateful for him.

“Smooth, Harry!” He laughed with you, “How long have you been rehearsing that?”

“Too many other lines to remember to be learning them ones too. That, Y/N, was all ad-lib.” And your heart swooned a little more again. He was just so perfect and he made you feel safe. There wasn’t a good enough phrase or word in the English dictionary to justify how good of a person he was or how much he meant to you.

“You’re too good.”

“Too good to maybe ask you out for a drink after today?” You brought your head away from his shoulder in shock from what he just asked. Harry, the Harry Styles, was asking you, Y/N L/N, out for a drink. What?

“No, I think i’ll let you take me out for a drink.” You smiled at him, admiration sitting heavily in your eyes that there was no way he could miss it.

“Yeah?” His eyes glinted back at yours.

“Only if you stop with the compliments, i’m so bad for accepting them.”

“Hmm, no can do.” You rolled your eyes and reached over to take his hand in yours and he instantly linked his fingers with yours. It felt right. Warm. Safe.

“Fine, but don’t be alarmed if I just jump you for being too nice to me or something.” Your words came out faster than your brain could process and your eyes widened once you realised what you’d just said to him. You’d just threatened to jump Harry Styles. Fuck sake. And now he wad laughing, at you or with you you didn’t know.

“Alright, but you don’t be alarmed if I do nothing to stop you.”

Now you understood why he didn’t need to ask what was wrong or if you were okay, his presence was comforting enough to make your nerves dissipate and focus on the only thing that now mattered; him.

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intheticklecloset · 3 years

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Some Kind of Way (My Hero Academia)

ShinDeku AU

Summary: Shinsou begins to realize he may have feelings for Deku, and it makes him act so out of the ordinary that his crush decides the best way to help him relax is the very thing that kickstarted his feelings in the first place.

A/N: I am so unbelievably excited to finally share this with you! This one has been waiting in the wings for quite a while! Welcome to the first fic in my official ShinDeku AU! This story takes place after the events of "Say Mercy" and creates an entirely new storyline. While these two remain good friends in the Primary Universe, in this AU, things go a little differently.

I will admit this is pretty self-indulgent, but I know I'll want to keep writing for these boys, and what better excuse than to create an alternate reality in which they get together? Cute boyfriends and lots of tickling - what more could you want? I hope you enjoy! <3 <3

Word Count: 2,275

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Midoriya: Video games at my place! Kaminari and Todoroki are coming – do you wanna join??

Shinsou stared at his phone screen for so long it went dark on him three times. He’d nearly forgotten that at some point he and Deku had exchanged numbers. Their spring break had just started; today was Monday, which meant that Deku’s mom was probably at work right now, as it was just after ten in the morning.

It really shouldn’t have been this hard to reply to a text. Yet here he sat, struggling to do just that.

It’s video games, Shinsou berated himself. You’ve played video games with him before. That’s what you were doing the last time you hung out. Just answer his text!

Shinsou: Yes. I don’t know where you live, though.

Midoriya: I’ll send you the details! Can’t wait!! :D

Shinsou set his phone aside, heart racing. This is ridiculous. What’s happening to me? He rubbed his eyes tiredly, his mind flashing back to the last time he’d hung out with Deku. They’d gotten into a tickle fight, which he’d ultimately won, but there had been a…a moment. When he’d pinned Deku for the last time and ordered him to beg for mercy. The way Deku had screamed the word over and over through hysterical fits of laughter…

He swallowed. It had been so satisfying, but more than that, it had been…cute. No, adorable. Completely, utterly adorable. Deku was adorable. And for the first time, Shinsou was noticing.

He tried not to think about it as he gathered up his things and walked out the door, heading to the destination the green-haired boy had provided him with.

Seeing him in person was so much worse.

Deku opened up the door with a bright smile and an invitation to come inside. It was the first time Shinsou had seen him without his school uniform or hero costume on. He wore a bright yellow All Might t-shirt and blue shorts, and he was barefoot. Shinsou awkwardly took his own shoes off in the entryway and followed him into the small living room, where Todoroki was already seated on the floor.

The icy-hot hero raised a hand in greeting. Shinsou nodded at him, then took a seat as well.

“Kaminari should be here any minute,” Deku said, pulling out his phone to check for a text from the blonde. “It’s so cool to finally have friends over at my place! Make yourselves at home. We’ve got juice and soda in the fridge if you want some, and later we can have lunch together, too.” Deku smiled so brightly it lit up the whole block. “Plus I’ll get to introduce you to a racing game that’s not Mario Kart for once!”

Shinsou couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He found himself noticing things more and more. The particular shade of green that his eyes were. The spattering of freckles across his face and arms. How scarred his right arm was. How muscular he was despite his smaller stature. Shinsou noticed all of it, and it made his heart beat faster and faster. Crap, crap, crap, he thought frantically. I…I’ve got a—

Someone knocked on the door, Deku hurried to answer it, and the spell was broken. Shinsou blinked several times. Seriously, what was happening to him?

“Heyyy, it’s my man Shinsou!” Kaminari greeted enthusiastically, slapping him on the back. “And Todoroki, of course. Ready to lose some video games?”

Shinsou let out a sigh of relief, then smirked up at him. “The joke’s on you, Kaminari. Midoriya says we’re not playing Mario Kart.”

“Dude, what?” Kaminari whipped around to face Deku. It was so much easier to look at him with Kaminari in the room as well. “You can’t take my crown away like that!”

Deku grinned. “I’m introducing you to a different racing game. Kacchan and I play it sometimes – Team Sonic Racing!”

“Sonic has a racing game?” Kaminari asked, then hummed. “Well, he is a speedy little guy. I guess it makes sense.”

“Team racing?” Todoroki asked. “What does that mean?”

Deku lit up at the question, then launched into a long, rambling explanation of all the ways it differed from Mario Kart, and why it was superior, as well. After a little while they finally got to the actual playing part of it, and before they knew it, the morning hours were long gone.

Getting lost in the world of Team Sonic Racing did wonders for Shinsou’s mind. He was able to focus on something that wasn’t Deku, for once – even if Deku’s character of choice did cause him a lot of trouble during the races. It gave him a chance to calm down, clear his head, and get back to his normal self. At least, until a couple of hours later when it was lunchtime.

Kaminari had announced early on that he had lunch plans with some others from their class, so it was expected that he’d leave after a couple of hours. But it was a surprise to both Shinsou and Deku when Todoroki announced he was also leaving.

“My apologies,” he said, “but I got a text from my sister that asked me to meet her downtown for lunch with her and my brother. I’m…trying to get back in touch with them, as it were. I can’t really do that while I’m at the dorms.”

“That’s okay,” Deku said, sounding sincere. “I understand. Go have fun with your family.” Then he turned to Shinsou. “Do you want to stay, or do you have somewhere to be?”

Shinsou’s heart was racing again. He was about to be alone with Midoriya again.

“I…I can stay,” he said, nodding. “If that’s all right with you.”

“Of course!”

After bidding farewell to their other friends, Deku led Shinsou back into the kitchen and opened up the fridge, pulling out various things they could use to make sandwiches. Shinsou got the bread out of the pantry (after struggling for a few moments to even find the pantry), and soon they were both at work making lunch for themselves.

“How’s your spring break so far?” Deku asked.

“It’s…fine,” Shinsou murmured. He didn’t really have anything exciting to report on. “You?”

“Great! I kind of took it easy this weekend because All Might insisted I actually rest, but we trained together this morning before I invited you over for video games. We’ll train again tomorrow, too.”

Shinsou glanced at him. “It’s spring break.”

“I know, but I don’t want to stop training. I’ve got to work as hard as I can to get even stronger.”

“Rest is important, too, you know.”

Deku smiled. “You sound just like everyone else.”

“Because we’re right.”

“I’m resting more than I’m training this week. Don’t worry, Shinsou. I won’t burn myself out.”

Shinsou nodded. “Good.”

“So,” Deku continued, expertly changing the topic as he finished up his sandwich, “want to play some more after lunch? Or we could watch a movie or something instead. What do you want to do?”

“Um…” Shinsou hesitated. Again that image of Deku laughing and begging entered his mind. He shoved it away. “I…I don’t know. Midoriya,” he added quickly, before he lost his nerve, “why do you want to hang out with me so much?”

Deku went silent for a moment. “Because you’re my friend? And you’re really cool! I think it’s so awesome that you want to join the hero course, and your quirk is so useful, especially with that voice changer thing you have now, and—”

“Useful?” Shinsou turned to look at him, surprised. “No one’s ever called my quirk useful before.”

“Then no one’s really known you before,” Deku replied confidently, taking his first bite of his lunch. “Mmm, this is good! What’d you make?”

Shinsou glanced down at his half-finished sandwich and reached for some lunch meat. “To be determined.”

When they’d finished eating and cleaned up the kitchen, Shinsou and Deku went back into the living room, where Team Sonic Racing sat waiting for them on the screen, should they continue to play it.

“Are you okay, Shinsou?” Deku asked, his voice gentler now. “You seem bothered about something.”

Dear god, was he really so easy to read? Shinsou cleared his throat. “No, I’m fine. I’m just…” He searched for the words. How could he explain to Deku that he was pretty sure he had a crush…on Deku? “I’m just…I don’t know. Fine.”

“You know, if you’re not up for video games anymore, we could play a different game,” Deku said. Shinsou glanced up at him, hearing the teasing tone in his voice, and his eyes widened when he saw the green-haired boy wiggling his fingers and smiling wide.

Instant. Blush.

“Uh, I-I mean…I mean, i-if you…want to, then…” Shinsou stammered, hating every word he tripped over. It had never been difficult for him to speak to Midoriya before. Why was it suddenly the hardest thing he’d ever done?

“Actually, maybe we shouldn’t have a tickle fight,” Deku announced even as he lunged for Shinsou and tackled him to the floor. “Maybe I should just tickle you! You really need to relax, Shinsou. You act like I’m about to bite you or something.”

“I d-dohohohohon’t – I cahahahahan’t help it!” he giggled, the light pinches along his sides and ribs enough to help him loosen up a little, but not enough to really make him panic just yet. He fell onto his back on the floor, letting Deku tickle all over his torso, drawing giggle after much-needed giggle out of him.

“You don’t have to be nervous around me,” Deku continued, oblivious to Shinsou’s struggle. “We’re friends! If you want to talk about something, I’m happy to listen.”

Crap, crap, crap! Shinsou brought his hands up to cover his face, growing really, truly flustered now. “I’m sohohohohohohorry, I cahahahahan’t – I cahahahaHAHAHAHAN’T!! NAHAHAHAHAHA!!” The violet-haired boy shot his arms down to try and shove Deku away when he reached his hips, squeezing with a wicked smirk on his face. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!! MIDORYA!!”

“Relax, Shinsou~” Deku teased, swinging a leg over to straddle his friend and pin him more firmly in place, still squeezing his hips. “Sometimes it’s best to just laugh it all out, right?”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! GOD, MIHIHIHIHIDORIYA!! NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!” Shinsou cackled, twisting and writhing on the ground. “YOU KNOHOHOHOHOHOW IT’S BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAD THEHEHEHERE!!”

“Why do you think I’m tickling you there?” Deku laughed, too, finding his hip bones and pressing in deeply. “Tickle, tickle, tickle~”

“DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T!!” Shinsou cried, flustered and embarrassed but also having a lot of fun despite himself. He let out a loud shriek and kicked his legs when Deku focused on that one spot that drove him absolutely crazy. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! MIDORIYAHAHAHAHA!!”

Deku chuckled. “Feeling better? Feeling relaxed yet, Shinsou?”

Shinsou squealed, prying his eyes open just enough to see Deku’s huge smile, his bright eyes, his looming form over him, and the boy from 1-C simply could not take it anymore. “PLEHEHEHEASE!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!! MIDORIYA, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! MERCY!! MERCY MERCY MERCYEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

Deku stopped, but didn’t climb off of him. Shinsou gasped for breath and looked up at him, still giggling, surprised to see a tiny blush on the boy’s freckled cheeks. He blinked a few times. “M-Midoriya?”

“I…I’m s-sorry, I, uh…” Deku stammered, blinking as well. His cheeks got even pinker. “Oh! I’ll let you go—”

Shinsou reached up faster than either of them could think and grabbed onto Deku’s arms, stopping him from climbing off just yet. He forced himself to make eye contact with the smaller boy, and when he did, what he saw there gave him the encouragement he needed to finally get this off of his chest.

“Midoriya,” he said quietly, “I think I need to tell you something.”

Deku swallowed. He suddenly seemed nervous, too. “Y-Yeah?”

Shinsou’s heart was pounding against his ribcage. “I…I kind of…like you. Like…you know. That way.”

Deku let out a little gasp in response, but he never broke eye contact. His cheeks went from pink to red. “I…I t-think I like you, too, Shinsou…”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Shinsou finally moved to sit up, wrapping an arm around Deku’s back to keep him from falling over as he did so, and when he was upright again the two of them were face-to-face. Shinsou’s eyes flicked all over Deku’s blushing features, from his shining eyes down to his lips and back up again. Then he brought his free hand up to scribble against the smaller boy’s side.

Deku immediately smiled wide, giggling slightly, and Shinsou’s suspicions were confirmed. “Ugh, you’re adorable,” he muttered, pulling him into a bear hug and burying his face in his shoulder. “You know that? Adorable, Midoriya.”

“I-I think you’re cute, too,” Deku stammered, sounding incredibly flustered.

“Only cute?” Shinsou teased, digging his fingertips into the boy’s ribs, feeling him jolt in his arms but holding him tightly all the same. “Wow, and after I just poured my heart out to you.”

“Ahahahahaha nohohohohohoho! I’m sohohohohohorry!” Deku squealed, giggling and squirming but unable to go anywhere or protect himself. He tossed his head back and laughed freely. “You’re adohohohohohorable, too! Plehehehehehease, Shinsou!”

“Too late, Midoriya,” Shinsou replied, grinning into his shoulder, feeling more confident now. He slid one tickling hand down to Deku’s hip and laughed with him when he spasmed so hard they both fell to the floor. “You said I was just cute. Now you’ll have to face the wrath of the tickle monster!”

“Nohohohohohohohoho!” Deku cried, giggling hysterically, but it was obvious to both of them that he didn’t really want any of this to stop, and neither did Shinsou.

So it didn’t.

#fanfiction #tickle fic #boku no hero #my hero academia #bnha #mha #hitoshi #shinsou #izuku #midoriya #deku #shindeku #shindeku au #crushes #cute #confession #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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drxwsyni · 3 years

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doubts and desires︱albedo x f!reader

summary: letting go of the past is hard, but losing what you have now would be harder. leaving albedo is neither something you can do, or something you really want, it’s simply taken you a while to understand that. word count: 2k warnings: implied dubcon, stockholm syndrome, past kidnapping

Even with how Albedo had bundled you up in a hat, scarf, gloves, and coat―it still failed to ward off the chill that seemingly sucked the warmth right from your body. Yet you said nothing about it, the unwanted attention it would draw from him inevitable if you made your discomfort known. And, you were almost certain he would drag you back to the cabin if he knew how the cold was treating you.

You didn’t enjoy the biting temperatures, but you didn’t want leave. Not when it’s been so long since you descended the mountain, that you barely even remember the feeling of snowfall against your skin.

The whole situation he’s placed you in is really quite foreign―confusing.

In how he’s letting you accompany him in his research, not far from his―your home. A safe distance, so to speak. Or that’s what he said, at least.

You realized that the way he spoke of this outing, how it’d just be the two of you, and that you wouldn’t venture very far; they were words of comfort. Not said to reassure himself that things would go smoothly, but to calm the look of trepidation in your eyes from the mere suggestion of going outside.

Now, seeing Albedo’s nonchalant demeanour while he studies the petrification of a fallen tree, it puts your mind at ease. Sure, if you look closely you’ll be able to see the way his eyes flicker to your form every few seconds or so, making sure you were right where he left you, but generally the alchemist is calm.

It makes you calm, for a moment it feels like you’re able to settle down and appreciate the intricate beauty of the snow swept mountain you stand upon. Best to do so now, knowing it wouldn’t be long until he would lead you home, sheltered safely away from the danger of the mountain’s climate.

“Oh―I didn’t know you were to be researching today, Albedo sir.”

With your back turned to the newly appeared stranger behind you, the cold that had seeped into your bones no longer posed as the only thing holding you in place―it was also now an icy fear.

You watched unmoving from your spot as Albedo gave pause, a hint of contemplation flashing across his face before standing.

“Timaeus. I thought you were studying back in the city.”

The man, who you had yet to properly address, responded with a somewhat nervous laugh.

“Yes, well I was, but it led me to do my own research out in the field…”

Always in a strangely graceful manner, Albedo dusted off his pants and straightened his jacket. A look of unashamed disinterest painted his expression as Timaeus rambled on about his findings.

Truly, you don’t recall Albedo ever showing such emotions with you―a detail not necessarily heartwarming, but still reassuring in an indescribable way.

Perhaps it was due to you being so sure that he’d rid himself of you when you no longer proved useful. Which made the swirling of affection and enamour in his eyes when he gazed upon you settle your nerves, even in just the slightest.

“...which I unfortunately have yet to procure. But―ah, I’ve gotten ahead of myself again. My apologies, how is your research coming along. And...who might you be?”

If Albedo recognized the look of severe anxiety flashing across your face, he paid no mind. Instead giving you a small, somewhat warm smile. As if to say, “Go ahead.”

The few seconds that passed were done in silence, you desperately trying to read Albedo’s face for ulterior motives, and the man behind you shuffling awkwardly in place while he waited for a response.

By some miracle, your body moved on autopilot, turning around to finally acknowledge the cause of your newfound distress. Only, you couldn’t even look him in the face.

Your mouth was dry, mind foggy and unable to think of a response that was anywhere near being coherent.

“...I―uh…”

“This is my new assistant. Please do forgive her, she’s quite shy.”

A shaky breath escaped your rigid body at the sound of Albedo’s voice, and the feeling of his hand resting gently upon the small of your back.

The blatant lie that only you and him recognized echoed inside your head.

Timaeus had no clue who you were, or what you meant to Albedo. But if he did know, you wondered what he would do.

“...Ah, it’s strange we’ve never met before.”

You could tell without looking that Timaeus was studying your form. With the way his tone shifted to something a little more unsettled, a pit grew in your stomach knowing how he had picked up on your questionable nervousness.

The hand resting on your back felt a little more heavy.

Albedo showed no signs of botherment, “That’s likely because she’s not from here.”

For some ungodly reason, the less experienced alchemist took this as an opportunity. “Oh, if that’s the case then we should show her around. Sucrose could use someone like herself to―”

“Actually, we were just leaving. I’m afraid I’ve kept her out in the cold too long, and descending the mountain any further is quite a reckless task in this weather―” His head turned to look at you, no longer addressing his student, “―right?”

If Timaeus was told of what his teacher had done to you, would he help? Even if he looks up to Albedo, even if everyone does, surely they would step in.

Only, the issue remained that first you’d have to prove to them you were in danger.

...And really, you weren’t. Not anymore.

The tender bruises around your wrists and ankles had healed long ago. Your health was in near perfect condition, what with how Albedo saw to it that you never did anything to put it at risk. A single and quick glance would show that you were so pristinely taken care of, complexion shining now that you no longer spent nights sleepless from fear.

What were you to even say?

Moreso, it remained true that you didn’t quite want to say anything.

Timaeus wouldn’t believe your truth, and Albedo would likely spin the scenario so that your words weren’t reliable anyways.

It dawned on you that Albedo knew this fact well, why else would he bring you with him if he wouldn’t still be entirely in control of the situation?

A simple movement, his hand drifted to your hip and gripped it firmly, urging.

Your voice, barely a whisper met his ears.

“...Of course…”

That was all he needed, sending an impatient, yet still neutral glance towards Timaeus, the smallest hint of self-satisfaction lingering in it.

His student took the hint.

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“I have to say, bringing you with me was quite...productive.”

After dinner, Albedo has you keep him company in his study. You, occupied with a book in a chair across from his desk, while he goes over his findings from the day’s outing.

“Research wise, I was able to study you in a foreign situation.” He continued, conversation one-sided, “The results were to my liking…”

Although construed in his ever sophisticated manner, his words told you that you did something right. He was proud, and that notion made the swell of a strange warmth in your heart grow.

The alchemist’s gaze remained downcasted at the papers strewn about in front of him while he spoke. “...I suppose you should be rewarded for such good behaviour.”

Your eyes flitted up, the story on your lap abandoned completely.

Albedo has never spoken of such a thing, not once entertaining the idea of rewards when he saw no reason to ever extend such gratitude. Even after all this time.

He must be especially pleased, you thought.

Perhaps, enough to grant you back even a small semblance of independence...that would most certainly be your wish.

You’d long grown used to his suffocating personality, the intense interest he paid you often resulting in little to no alone time. Albedo made sure you stayed in eyeshot, and in those inevitable times he needed to leave, he made them quick, and you were to be safely tucked away in the bedroom, door locked from the outside. There wasn’t a single detail he missed, no stone left unturned when trying to improve your security.

Unfortunately for you, it left little autonomy.

Just the smallest taste of self-reliance would be fine. You’d love to cook a nice meal, like the ones you used to make. Or perhaps to pick your own outfit one morning, something more your style than the things he put together for you. Any break from his constant guidance, no matter what shape or form, you’d gladly take―

“Why don’t you go get cleaned up then, I’ll meet you upstairs soon.”

Albedo neglected to look up as he spoke, and so he missed how the glimmer of anticipation in your eyes faded away. The way your shoulders dropped slightly, the look of disappointment flashing across your features in understanding of his words.

What he had planned, it was a reward...of sorts.

An excuse, as far as you saw it.

Albedo was known for testing the limits of living beings after all, and in certain ways, such studies extended to how he treats you. It’s a win win for him―he thinks it’s a reward, since he knows he can make you feel good, and doing so just shows him all those little things he can’t learn through idle observation. What makes you squirm or shy away with innocent embarrassment―information just as important as everything else he knows about you.

It doesn’t dissuade Albedo when he finally glances up to see what his offer has done, though the sight does make him feel as though he’s deceived you.

Still, he remains unapologetic. “While you gave me some good insight on how far you’ve...adjusted, I still can’t completely trust you. This merely turned out to be a good opportunity for satisfying your other needs―nothing more.”

Flipping open a nearby textbook, Albedo conveys wordlessly, a difficult habit of his, that the conversation has ended.

You, however, have yet to heed his words. Still seated, the once flickering of hope subsiding with each passing second. Call it grief, but you were sincerely expecting a different outcome. Though, knowing Albedo, and his constant need to grow more knowledgeable, you should’ve seen this coming.

“...I’d rather not have to force your compliance tonight. So, please―” He gestured towards the door with a wave of his hand, focus trained and brows barely knitted while he skims over his readings on the desk.

Honestly speaking, you once thought Albedo was a deeply confusing man. So too was the life he’d meticulously prepared, and swiftly forced you into. Yet, looking back, things may have been more simple than you once perceived.

Your only real job is to exist and comply. And you both know you’re not going anywhere, not going to say no. Especially now, given how effortless it feels to fall into routine, going through the motions of his request and carrying yourself upstairs.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realize it’s too late for you, what feels like an eternity spent at Albedo’s side having just about rendered your fighting spirit useless. It’s been long since replaced with what you’re coming to know as a certain fondness. You want to see the compassion in his eyes that’s sparked by your willing compliance.

It was a single, tangible goal. Not complex and unobtainable like those tasks of your past life. Attempts at obtaining those desires are futile, when today's events proved you genuinely no longer want them anymore.

It’s much easier to make Albedo proud. You don’t realize that you do it everyday, and that he’s just poor at conveying his own emotions...

Drawing yourself a bath, you wash away past doubts, settling with what your life has turned into.

Distantly, you hear Albedo make his way up the stairs and towards your bedroom. You like knowing what’s to come, which is always something you’ll have with him. You can’t say the same if you leave, and so you finally resolve that you never will.

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Vaccination Day

Fandom: 9-1-1 Word Count: 1,422 Pairing: Eddie x Reader Warnings: Mentions of the pandemic and needles. Summary: You get nervous when it’s yours and Eddie’s turn for the vaccine, but he’s right there by your side. Tagslist: @firemedicdiaz, @fireladybuckley, @pupandangelscoffee, @winterreader-nowwriter, @dayrin085 Written for my lovely @firemedicdiaz and beta’d by the amazing @evanbuckos

“Hey, I thought I’d find you here.” Eddie announces as he pokes his head around the doors to the open ambulance.

You were busy taking stock and restocking the rig after the last call you’d been on. You were hoping Eddie would forget about your appointment later that day, but unfortunately for you, you weren’t that lucky.

Deep down, you knew that you needed the vaccine, and it was one step closer to being back to ”normal”, whatever “normal” would be after the pandemic dies down and life returns to normal.

“I spoke to Bobby, told him we’re going for our vaccines this afternoon and he’s given us the time off,” he smiles. He’s been excited ever since he got the notification through that the pair of you could book in for your first dose. He was constantly scared of passing on the virus to Chris or abuela, and knew this was the first step in reducing that fear.

His smile falters when he sees your expression. You’re refusing to meet his eyes, focussing on the task at hand. “Y/N? I thought you’d be excited.”

“Yeah? Excited to be stuck with a huge needle, I’m thrilled,” you snap. You immediately regret your reaction, softening your features as you finally meet Eddie’s gaze. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for.”

Eddie shook his head, stepping closer to you and joining you in the rig. “Want to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours? You’ve been quiet all morning, you’re not acting like yourself.”

“I’m just stressed and anxious. The pandemic, the endless calls, the covid anxiety.”

“Shh,” the firefighter soothes as he takes your hands in his. “Take a deep breath for me.”

You do as he says, following the deep rise and fall of his chest as he exaggerates his breathing for you to follow. You follow his actions for a few minutes, feeling slightly more relaxed as you continue the breathing exercise. “Good girl,” he soothes, smiling as your breath comes slightly easier.

“Is there anything else that’s bothering you that you want to get off your mind, maybe I can help.”

You sigh, deciding how you were going to explain your anxieties, knowing yourself they’re not always logical, but anxiety often overrules logic.

“I know, scientifically, exactly how this vaccine works. I also know statistically that the odds of a serious reaction are less than 0.04% yet my brain won’t stop screaming at me, ‘you’re going to be that 1 in a million’ Eddie,” you choke out the last statement, as the tears begin to fall freely.

“Mi amor,” he began, moving your chin so he could meet your eyes. “That isn’t going to be you. Logical Y/N knows that, we just need to convince anxious Y/N as well.”

“It’s going to take a horse’s dose of Ativan to get me through that door.”

“We can sort that. We’ll get you something to calm your nerves, and we’ll go from there okay? Baby steps.”

You nod, breathing a little easier now you’d voiced your fears and shared them with Eddie; no longer having them constantly swirling in your head.

You walk through the doors to the clinic, stopping short as you see the small queue of people in front of you signing in. Eddie senses your hesitation, guiding you forward with a hand on your back, gently coaxing you forward without feeling like you were being pushed into the situation against your will.

Despite the hand guiding you forward, your feet stay planted on the ground. Eddie takes your hand, moving you to the side for some privacy. He leans down to meet your gaze, placing his hands either side of your arms to ground you. “You’ve got this, I’m going to be right with you the whole time,” he whispers, leaning in close and pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

He can see the tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill over and his heart breaks. “Cariño, nothing is going to happen, I promise.” He says in attempts to comfort you.

“Do you want me to go first?” the firefighter asks.

You nod fiercely, not trusting yourself to speak.

Eddie holds out a hand to you, giving you the option to take it. You do, holding on tightly as if your life depended on it. He guides you to the check in, signing you both in with the volunteer on the front desk before moving to the waiting area to take your seat.

The way your knee was bouncing up and down didn’t escape the other man. He places his hand over your knee to stop the bouncing, his large warm hand covering your knee and bringing you some comfort. You grab his hand in yours, squeezing it tightly in return.

“What do you want for dinner after this? We can order in pizza or get takeout from that place you like?”

You knew what he was trying to do, and you thanked him for the distraction and incentive to get through the vaccination. A few minutes after discussing what the pair of you would be tucking into when you both got home, you were called forward to the nurse who’d be administering your vaccine. A volunteer made an attempt to split you up, but after seeing the death grip you had on the man, they relented, sending you both to the next room that had been freed.

The nurse's eyes crinkled over her mask, clearly smiling if it weren’t for the PPE obscuring her features. “Alright, who’s going first then?”

Eddie smiled, raising his free hand in the air, “that’ll be me.”

“Actually....” you speak up from beside him, “Can-Can I go first? I’m afraid if I see you go first I’ll run.”

Eddie lets out a chuckle at your confession, but gives you a look to show how extremely proud he was of you for stepping forward of your own accord. He holds out a hand for you, guiding you down into the seat. “Do you mind if I stay with her? Hold her hand, we’re a little nervous.”

The nurse smiles, shaking her head, “of course, don’t be silly. You’re not the first and definitely not going to be the last who’s anxious today!”

Eddie kneels beside your chair, turning your chin so you’re locked on his eyes. ��Just focus on me, alright? Nothing else matters.”

You suck in a shaky breath as you hear the nurse beside you uncapping the syringe, no doubt drawing up the medicine. He continued his distraction, talking about everything and anything that popped into his mind. He wished he had Buck with him at this moment, his endless useless knowledge and facts would have been great, but he isn’t completely inept when it comes to trivia.

“A little cold,” you hear the nurse from beside you as she lifts your shirt sleeve and swipes the cool alcohol swab over your exposed skin.

Eddie smiled, “just look at me, alright. Deep breath.”

“Little pinch,” the nurse announces, waiting until you exhaled to insert the needle.

Before you know it, you hear the clink of the empty syringe being placed into the sharps bin behind you and a plaster being placed over the pinprick.

“There we are, all done!” the nurse announces.

You shakily release the breath, smiling at Eddie letting out a small giddy laugh. You knew better than anyone that anxiety often made simple tasks seem insurmountable, but just as Eddie had promised, he stayed with you the entire time.

The nurse smiles at the interaction as she cleans up and prepares the next dose for Eddie. Allowing you to calm down from the ordeal before she asks for Eddie to take a seat. You swap positions, knowing he didn’t need it but held Eddie’s hand through his vaccination, just like he’d done for you.

The nurse gives you your appointment cards for your scheduled second doses along with the information leaflet from the vaccine, covering any side effects you should look out for. Eddie takes them both, pocketing them, knowing if you were to look at them you’d likely work yourself up. The pair of you are sent out into the waiting room, with instruction to wait for ten minutes to ensure there were no side effects. When the ten minutes are up, you and Eddie walk out hand in hand, your thoughts on the delicious meal you were going to reward yourself with when you get home.

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