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shadesoflsk · 4 months

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HIS MINI WORLD

ft: Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader summary: Leon experiencing fatherhood. From the day his little miracle's heart started beating to her first steps. warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, self doubts but overall this is just fluff and nothing more! wc: 1.4k author's note: Hello! This is me once again bringing dad Leon content. The last time I wrote him was for Christmas hehe. I don't really know what I did here since this like a combination between headcanons and mini drabbles but hey, it's something. Anyway, take care!

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Leon who ever since you announced you were expecting he switched to dad mode. All of his friends needed to know that he was now a father to be. Claire? The first one to know. Chris? He needed to know that he may as well be the godfather of his little blessing.

Leon who was next to you at every ultrasound appointment. He couldn't even make out where this little bean was but he already called them the most perfect thing. Because, after all, it's the perfect combination of both of you.

Leon who is the first one to buy parenting books. He often told you not so common facts as he read in the middle of the night. Do you know that babies are born with the ability to swim? He made sure to tell you even if you were fast asleep.

“Darling…” Leon gently shook you, his voice was hushed yet it was enough to stir you from your sleep and say goodbye to your precious dreams. “Mhm…? What is it?” Being woken up in the middle of the night wasn’t something you were looking for. Especially since you already grew used to Leon’s schedule. However, you tried not to show any signs of grumpiness. “Do you know that our baby can recognize music? So… if we put some headphones on your stomach they might know what we usually listen to!” His voice was barely a whisper but it wasn’t enough to hide his excitement. “Go to sleep Leon…”

Leon who has all the money in the world to buy the most expensive and glamorous crib, yet he wanted to experience how it was to build it. So, he made it from scratch. Of course, with Chris’ help. Even though both of them ended up with splinters in their fingers.

Leon who would rarely argue with you. But when the time comes when you disagree about something and go to bed a bit mad at each other, he would place a hand on your belly as he whispered: I'm mad at you, not at them. Eventually, both of you would forgive each other, even if the argument was just a silly disagreement.

Arguing with Leon was obviously something doomed to happen in your marriage. As much as you wanted it to be peaceful and problem-less, your personalities sometimes crashed. It never led to an actual fight. But Leon was… stubborn, even if he knew you were right, he'd never admit it. So, as you lay on your side hoping that sleep comes faster, you feel a strong and calloused hand over your belly. “I'm not angry at them so this is only fair.” Leon said, rubbing and caressing the skin that was starting to stretch as it gave the baby more space to grow. After a couple of seconds of silence, Leon started to feel guilty for not giving you attention. You were carrying his baby, he couldn’t act this immature. “Sorry…” Leon sheepishly apologized for his previous banter. An argument should never make them go to bed angry at each other. “I'm sorry too.” You finally responded as drowsiness started filling your mind and body.

Leon who responded “I just want them to be healthy,” when someone asked him about his baby. But he was a bit too happy when you announced to him that he was going to be a girl dad. In his mind, he wanted to have two beautiful princesses next to him. And now, heaven is allowing him to achieve his dreams and leave behind his sorrowful previous life.

Leon who may as well go bankrupt since he buys everything he sees at the shop. Tiny pink dresses and teddy bears are his favorite things to buy. His little princess deserves the world, she’s already his whole world.

Leon who would speak to your bump, his words full of promises and wishes for his baby. And even when you were asleep, he would go on for minutes, expecting his little miracle to hear him.

“You will be so loved… Everyone is waiting for you.” He said one night, a hand caressing the side of your belly. “I have already bought so many toys you will be playing with. Daddy loves you so much.”

Leon who has to go on missions, he can’t just quit. But, he keeps a photo of your ultrasound in his wallet, next to yours. A totem of his love, a physical item that reminds him he needs to return home.

“Shit…” He hissed as the nurse helped him sit down on one of the chairs. He had recently just come back from a mission which took a toll on him. It wasn’t especially hard since he had help from his new team, yet he believed his age was starting to show in his body. “Mr. Kennedy, your belongings…” The nurse spoke to him for the first time as she picked up Leon’s jacket which had fallen as he sat down. Leon thanked her before he started searching for something in one of its pockets. For a while, he paid no mind to the nurse ministrations. The alcohol swab stung just a bit as she cleaned an injury on his side. Eventually, he found what he was looking for. He pulled out his wallet and there they were, the photos he always carries with him. A proud smile showed on his face as he was reminded that he had succeeded in another mission which meant Heaven granted him one more day to live. He was alive and ready to continue living..

Leon who would practically faint when you told him the baby was coming, that the time has come. He had previously made scenarios about this situation, thinking that he was prepared but dear God… he wasn’t.

Dad Leon who sobbed when he heard his baby’s cries for the first time. However, this time, those sounds didn’t come from someone who was suffering as he is used to hearing in his line of job. Those cries were the living proof that he was once again, given a second chance in life.

The first one was when you agreed to marry him. He held himself from grabbing his daughter out of the nurse’s arms. It’s not that he didn’t trust the medical team, but he has waited almost 9 months to see, to hold his miracle. And even though a part of him fears that his hands are too stained from his job, from his past, and from the near future, he knows that his and your hands will be the ones guiding your baby.

Dad Leon who doesn't know what to do once you were discharged from the hospital. He couldn't spend one second away from the both of you, always checking if you needed something.

Dad Leon who speaks with his daughter as if she was already a grown-up. Her babbles and his words fill the living room as they both engage in a serious conversation.

“Bwaaah” “Yeah, I get it. But you have to understand my point too. If we increase the price of milk people are going to buy even less. “Bwah…” “No need to get so political, miss. I’m simply offering some feedback about the supply and demand of this product.”

Dad Leon who wears matching outfits with you and his daughter. Is the little one wearing pink today? Guess everyone else will too.

Dad Leon who tries so hard to teach his baby how to say dada. Da-da Da-da, that word is starting to haunt his dreams. However, life works in funny ways since his little one decided that her first world would be “No.”

Dad Leon who is terrified when his daughter starts walking. Those wobbly steps make him have a heart attack each second.

Dad Leon who hates it when his kid falls and cries. He would literally just look the other way for a second and boom, his daughter fell to the ground. Between the sobs of his little one, he could hear how she says she got a boo-boo. God, he hates gravity.

Dad Leon who sometimes cries from happiness. Watching his baby girl grow fills his heart with so much joy and pride. The world was a messed up place but whilst he lives, he’ll make sure that no danger ever comes across you two.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil x reader

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lucilleslore · 6 months

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lovesick snow really really really scratches a part of my brain that i cannot have the words that explain it and have to go the library of babel to find it. he'd be more easy to manipulate in that state, especially how vulnerable he is to you and how willing he'd do anything for you. like you said in one of your first posts, i'm in love with the idea of it of how powerful the reader is if you want to add more backstory to them.

ok so i went with your idea and gave manipulative!reader and snow the backstory they deserve for the little au we have going here!! i hope you love it <3

➸ so as a kid i see manipulative!reader as a bit of a daydreamer and what do lots of little girls dream about?? their wedding. for you though it wasn’t necessarily about the day, not even the fancy dress or the colour scheme but the person. let’s just say you’re already from quite an influential family but it’s not enough - you want more.

➸ you wanted a husband that’s powerful, motivated. he had to be important and charismatic - someone who could really get you what you wanted from life. you weren’t completely unbothered by the idea of romance though and hoped that’d you’d manage to get them utterly devoted to you, willing to do anything to protect you and make you happy. it’s not a hard thing to ask for, right?

➸ you’d always been aware of coriolanus snow but there always seemed to be better candidates for your attention. then he comes back to the capitol and you can sense the change in him - the unhinged, power hungry aura that seemed to surround him and as he quickly started making a new name for himself, you thought he could be the one.

➸ coryo would never be an easy person to get close to however. so you had to subtly start placing yourself in his life. it was a slow process but you were diligent. ‘bumping’ into him just outside his apartment, having the same social calendar as him, even showing an interest in the games so someone would set up an appointment between the two of you to discuss.

➸ then there was one moment. one that not even you - seemingly the mastermind of your own life - had planned out. it was raining that day, pouring and you were alone rushing back to your apartment. you weren’t paying attention to where you were going and when you stepped out onto the road you weren’t prepared for the onslaught of screeching tires or horns. or for the strong grip that wrapped around your wrist and pulled you back.

➸ coryo was there just as drenched as you were but with a kind of frenzied, panicked look in his eyes. ‘you should watch where you’re going,’ he’d urged. it was the way he said it, the way his hand squeezed at your wrist that had you thinking maybe he’d been noticing your efforts after all. he’d tugged you closer to him as if you’d be safer there and it was probably the most genuine moment you’d had in years, as you blinked up at the blonde man who’d just saved your life.

➸ honestly after that you decide to back off, feeling a little guilty about your scheming but seemingly the universe wanted the two of you on the same path. or maybe coriolanus did. suddenly he was there at family functions, taking meetings with your father, charming your mother at all costs. he’d come to dinners hosted at your families estate and his eyes would never leave you from across the table even when he was in a conversation.

➸ so when your family told you about the marriage proposal you weren’t that surprised, just giddy. everything was finally falling into place. you knew you’d have to be careful. to you snow was charming, doting in a sense but you’d heard the rumours. he could be dangerous and you’d have to make sure you were never in his firing line.

➸ in the beginning of your marriage you try and play coy, let coryo take the lead in things. you like to let him know how you rely on him, always holding onto his arm in public and letting him speak first. basically just playing up to his male ego but something about seeing you feeling so safe with him and letting your guard down has him letting some walls down too. which is exactly what you want.

➸ he’d start to confide in you after a while because you’re just such a good little wife! bringing him drinks in the evening in your pretty dresses, loosening his shirts and playing with his hair. it isn’t his fault he ends up telling you things about his past, things he plans to do in the future - a lot of things that he probably shouldn’t tell you especially since you’ll remember each and every one.

➸ kinda dark but i love the idea of you being able to read people really well and always hyper aware of who coryo surrounds himself with, always sussing out their intentions before he does. you give it a little while but if he’s still not catching onto them you’ll simply make something up. maybe they’re giving you dirty looks or maybe their gazes are just lingering a little too long for your liking, in places they certainly shouldn’t be looking. maybe they’ve flirted with you, maybe they’re making nasty digs but you have coryo eating out the palm of your hand by this point and he’s possessive, protective in a mad, feral way. you’re flat out lying but he eats it up and whoever you want gone doesn’t last much longer after that.

➸ maybe that’s how you get your power. by simply having his ear. people know that they can get what they want through you and by the time coryo is president you have people visiting you nearly everyday. hoping you’ll let them into your inner circle, offering you things in exchange for a word whispered in his ear.

➸ and maybe coryo comes to rely on you this way. you’re a capitol darling, their perfect first lady but behind closed doors you’re separating the good from the bad. the people who can help your husband and the people who’re out to damage what he’s built. people begin to see you as a powerhouse in your own right, someone with a good side they need to be on. or else.

#- nonnies!#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you

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starry-eyed-wild-child · 1 month

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🌻 tate langdon boyfriend headcanons 🌻

tate langdon x reader

🧡 oh lord, buckle up guys, you're in for a wild one

💛 definitely fell first and 100% harder and you can't tell me otherwise

🧡 we all know how tate is, he's very clingy and he's very very possessive of what's his. and that's how he views you, you're his and nobody else's

💛 would definitely stay hidden at first, just so he could watch you for a bit. at this point, there's nothing about you that tate doesn't know

🧡 when you finally meet, tate swears he could die all over again and he'd die happy

💛 tate would definitely act more innocent than he actually is. this boy knows how to cry on command and he will use it to his advantage, don't think just because he loves you that he wouldn't

🧡 if anything, he does it because he loves you and he can't have you leave him like violet did

💛 i hope you like nirvana, because tate will not listen to something that you like if he doesn't enjoy it. he's not very good at that

🧡 tate always needs to be touching you. all the time. whether it's an arm around you or holding hands, this boy craves physical touch and to be the centre of your attention

💛 will probably try his best to get your friends to stop hanging around you so he can have you all to himself. will deliberately scare them to stop them from coming to the house

🧡 would also certainly lie about ever doing such a thing were you to confront him about it

💛 tate wouldn't ever want you to ever leave the house., if he had his way that is. would hate it if you chose to spend time with other people

🧡 like what did they have that he didn't?

💛 he would 100% be the type that watches you even when you're asleep. or anytime, really.

🧡 would definitely want you to commit suicide, so that you can be with him forever. you of course find this idea insane and don't think he actually means it

💛 he does. he's 100% serious

🧡 i can imagine that tate gives really good hugs though. the warm, bear hugs that you never want to leave because they make you feel so secure and safe

💛 is very big on comforting you after a bad day. he'll listen to your rants, let you cry in your arms, whatever you need him for and he'll do it

🧡 let's be honest though, it's probably just another way he gains your trust so that you won't ever think of leaving him

💛 feels extremely guilty if he ever hurt you in any way, or upset you

🧡 would probably just disappear for a few days because he can't face the fact that he's hurt you. but obviously he comes back because the boy can't help himself

💛 tate is your ride or die. he would die for you all over again if you asked him to and alternatively would kill for you if that's what you required

🧡 makes silly little handmade gifts for you. tate can't leave the house so he has time to be creative

💛 it's even better if it's raining outside when he makes them, it sets a nice vibe

🧡 loves, loves halloween. the two of you would carve pumpkins together and sit for hours in your room telling ghost stories and drinking apple cider

💛 if tate had his own way, you'd never meet his mother

🧡 you do eventually and she probably hates you lmao, but do we really care let's be real here

💛 tate is the kind of boyfriend that would make a playlist for you as a present

🧡 he'd try his hardest to make sure you don't find out about his past. which lasted about 2 months max because you're not stupid

💛 violet, vivien and moira would try and protect you at all costs. they're like your three guardian angels, whether they decide to show themselves to you or not

🧡 i imagine you'd actually get on with violet really well

💛 this could go one of two ways with tate. he'd love it, both girls he'd loved were getting along, makes his life easier. or, he'd hate it. hate that you choose to spend time with the girl that broke his heart

🧡 isn't really big on nicknames tbh, he thinks your name is the most beautiful word he knows, and so he wouldn't dream of calling you anything else

💛 tate is 100% the little spoon, don't fight me on this

🧡 absolutely lives for your affection. he thrives best on it

💛 would be sweet but low-key toxic, so solid 6/10

#ahs #ahs murder house #tate langdon #tate langdon x reader #evan peters #evan peters x reader

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neonovember · 1 year

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dating carmen

a carmen berzatto headcanon for all of us feening for season 2

i must admit I was bored at the start of bear and than the next few minutes I was immediately hooked! carmen is such a unique character with so many layers I’d love to uncover as the seasons progress, but for now these are all coming from the depths of my mind :)

I’ve consumed about all the bear content tumblr has to offer so it’s only right I add to the shallow pool, even though this was pure self indulgence

carmy x reader inserts below!

we all know that Carmen has little to no experience with relationship, so the beginning of yours does not come without challenges. It’s hard for him, he barely registers his own emotions much anyone else’s, but in a way he has this subconscious itch in his mind to constantly know if your okay, to ask about your day, it becomes second nature with you.

Carmen refuses to call you by your actual name, often replacing it with honey, baby girl, sweetheart and with the way that accent glides over those words like honey you can’t bring yourself to protest

Carmen has never really thought of having kids, building a family or being tied to someone forever but sometimes, when he sees you fluttering around the apartment you both share, or giggling with richie's daughter he can’t help but imagine building something like that with you, some time. he doesn't doubt that if he did every have children, you would be the mother of his kids. he has visions of it, dreams where you have a gorgeous girl he would hold close or a mini mickey running around, he has to forget it though, he’s just not ready.

Carmen barely ever eats, despite being a chef, most of the things he consumes is easily accessible and in turn flavourless and unsatisfying. but after you come into his life, you practically force him to eat every time you see him, until carmen begins to eat whenever you're near. You can’t lie, it heals something in you

let’s also talk about the totally canon time where you were up late writing one night and carmen had just come back from the beef, tiptoeing through the corridor to not wake you up until he sees you sprawled out on the couch. there’s this tension that leaves his soldiers and he wastes no time taking his shoes off and sliding under the blankets, burying his tired body into yours, grease stained shirt and all but you don’t mind. you’d scratch and brush back his hair and he’d groan in bliss, closing his eyes before you would ask him that fateful question. carmen feels guilty every time he replies with the same 2 letter word, but every time you tell him that it’s part of being his. he couldn’t lie when he felt his jeans tighten at that sentence.

continuing onto that vision, despite your amateur cooking skills, you whip up something quick for Carmen that is actual sustenance and Carmen has to force his eyes open to watch you as you cook, completely and forever enraptured by you. and this man is crazy with his eye contact so imagine it with someone he loves. it’s inSANE

feeding carmen when he’s back from the beef and is too tired to lift a hand. he’s just murmuring ‘I love yous’ repeatedly between bites and you can’t help but giggle. he’s so delirious from lack of sleep all he can form are words that have been written into his tongue like muscle memory

as we see carmen, dealing with his anxiety and unresolved trauma is often terrorised by night terror and ptsd, and that kind of causes him to have this fear of you finding out somehow, whether that be by staying over or him falling asleep next to you, it all comes to a head one night when exactly that happens, and when carmen realise you haven’t stared at him in judgement or left with the door wide open it’s like everything changes. he’s finally found someone that accepts him fully, with all his jagged ends and sharp corners and he is gone at that moment. he is totally and completely head over heels in love with you.

after that revelation you are spending most nights over at his apartment, and whilst the nightmares are still there, as they might always be, there is a relief when he wakes up and feels the beat of your body rubbing circles gently across his back

the progression of your relationship with carmen happens a bit like falling asleep, slow at first and then all at once. it doesn’t take long for Carmen to confess his love to you, in that awkward yet charming way of his, and it takes even shorter after that for you to move in with him

speaking of, carmen probably fell in love with you the second he saw you, that glow that shone in a place that wasn’t the beefs kitchen, he just couldn’t quite actualise or express his feelings

he’s probably hear Tina or Ebra teasing you about a guy they had seen you with, which was no one but your cousin, and carmen would feel this burn across his chest that sinks his stomach, and then we would just know. you would be noticing the change in his demeanour at the mention of a guy connected to you, he’ll the whole kitchen did, especially when Tina would give you a look when he chastised everyone to ‘get back to work because this place isn’t gonna run itself’

I heard someone post about washing carmen’s hair and just- yes. he’s too exhausted to even eat so washing carmen’s hair would be a frequent thing. you’d always have to do it at night though because carmen would sneak a hand around your waist and hoist you up and then proceed to fuck you against the tile walls. You couldn’t be late, he couldn’t be late. For the 100th time.

carmen is touch starved, and that makes him so incredibly needy, you don’t mind however, because you're as touch starved as him. there are times where he comes home and just reaches for you, mumbling incoherent words before just grabbing your hips and making you straddle him on the living room coach. he’s so sensitive and blissed out then, even the slightest thrust of your closed core against his tight jeans leaves him whimpering

oh yeah carmen whimpers, I mean are you kidding? Look at that man

carmen, despite not having many relationships under his belt, is ridiculously, I mean concerningly good at eating your pussy. this man will spend hours, edging you, nibbling on your inner thighs, licking and sucking before thirsting a finger and tongue into you with no warning. he knows every single inch of your body, he’s got it memorised, he dreams about it in the office, on his smoke breaks, in the kitchen, hell especially in the kitchen. getting hard all over again when he remembers the sweet taste of you on his tongue, and how you fell apart with his name on yours.

you think carmen is needy during sex? he’s a whole other thing after, this man will keep his cock buried in you long after your highs, until it gets soft and uncomfortable, and even then he needs you close to him, holding you tight against his chest or having you rest your cheek on his collarbone

bear hugs. lots and lots of bear guys. there's something about carmen’s arms that just make you feel so soft and warm wrapped up in them

carmen really likes how you smell, its almost primal (ehm anthtony bridgerton) he loves washing his body with you scented body wash, even if cousin would tease the fuck out of him for smelling like strawberries, carmen just shakes his head and smiles at the reminder that he is completely and utterly yours.

carmen isn't that rambunctious with his displays of affection, it's subtle, like making you coffee before he leaves or getting down to tie your shoes for you, but it's genuine. it's unique to him, it’s carmen. he'd probably design a dish based on you without realising how goddamn romantic that is. i imagine him calling you to the kitchen and getting you to try something, little scribbled notes written on paper and a little notebook with written and rewritten recipes and you'd ask what it is and he'd reply with "you" and then idk he’d maybe ask you to marry him

carmy would be an absolutely emotional mess on your wedding day, it's partly because he didn't think he'd have a life that included one, and partly because couldn't wrap his head around you actually saying yes. He’s crying when you both wake up on that morning, hes crying when you both sneak away to see each other before the altar, he's crying when he sees you walking down, you've got a box of tissues attached to your dress for him

carmen is a perfectionist, he has this insatiable need to make things beyond perfect, his work is his passion and that need seeps into most of life. however, a lot of the times things in your relationship don’t go right, and it’s mostly why he has never really given his all to one, he’s scared he’ll fuck it up and once that happens you cant start again, you can’t redo the recipe with a new batch. But carmen, slowly, very slowly, learns that things don't have to be perfect, they just have to be real.

You're carmen's unofficial official taste tester. One snowed in night, you and carm just stayed up all night, designing and tweaking recipes and new dishes for the bear, with carm mostly doing the designing and you being his very scrutinising critic

carmy loved whatever you called him, i think he kind of froze the first time you called his name, but he especially loves it when you call him by his full name. everyone else kinda has the same nickname for him but he loves that you call him by something only you do, because he will always call for you

And oh my god if you call him ‘husband’ after you get married? It does something unholy to him

carmen is constantly searching for you, he gets anxious when you aren't around or when your late, you are his best friend beyond his lover and the only person he can truly feel at ease with, the crew are his family as they are yours but there is so much that he bottles that he can only express to you during those nights under light of the moon and sweat covered sheets.

you take everything carmen gives, and there is so much that he does, but it was not always that easy, loving carmen was hard, it was frustrating and overwhelming and carmen is forever trying to give you the love he could not those first few months where he closed himself off to you

sometimes, your heart aches so much with the love you have for carmen, and carmen sometimes feels like he's wading through a current when he thinks of you, he just wants to give into the rush of love and adoration that overwhelms him. its personified in every vessel of his life, he's got polaroids of you stuck to his car mirror, in his wallet, he's got your necklace around his neck and drinks from your mug, you ruined him for anyone else, and he can't imagine his life without you, your scent, your hair products and bring pink toothbrush all over it.

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yourlocalstranger123 · 1 year

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Part 1

characters: Nahida, zhongli, Raiden/Ei, Scaramouche/wanderer, Xiao/alatus, Venti, dottore, Albedo, aether/lumine/traveler and abyss prince/princess, dainsleif, azhdaha, miko, celestial

Note: I put the celestials and zhongli even though I already did them because I forgot to put in what they would do if you finally are in Teyvat. Also, some characters don't have their own section, just in someone's else. [Like Miko in Ei's]

Warning: Some have slight NSFW, but technically, it's mostly SFW, slight yandere or maybe just full on yandere and obsessed. Idk-

[They all wonder why you're calling them your baby girl(s)—]

Celestials might be a little greedy for trying to convince or guilt trap you to stay with them a bit longer.....

Zhongli. [ I know I already did zhongli, but I didn't put in what happened when you finally got into teyvat] he was so thrilled. If he was in his dragon body, his tail would've been wagging like a dog. His knees became weak by your presence. He just wanted you to touch him. He finally felt the warmth...although azhdaha just had to steal you from him! He also had a dragon form, so why don't you ask him to transform into it? You could see him in a corner with a slight frown [pout]. At least he gets head pats. [He'll get spoiled sooner or later 🤭]

Xiao. He was loyal to zhongli for sure, but you? He is obsessed with you. When he was alatus, you were the light who he always kept precious. You gave him warmth all those torturous years. You were the reason he could endure it before zhongli had finally saved him from it. He didn't know you were the creator. But when he finally knew, he was so happy. You were always with him, giving everyone hope and the same warmth that you gave him to the others and his friends. Why are you keeping giving him tofu to summon him? He's so very grateful for your cooking and thoughts, but you don't need to. Just call his name with your beautiful voice. You still do it though, which makes him slightly flustered as you can see the tips of his ears go red as he greets you. He was so, SO flustered and shy when you let him on your lap and hug you or lay on it. His eyes went heavy as he closed them. The first time in his whole life, he had a wonderful dream....(of you)

Nahida. Honestly, she felt really happy with you. Even when she was locked away, she felt you reaching for her. She still could feel the warmth, and that's why she's still having hope for someone to save her. Since she is literally the god of knowledge, she already knew you were the creator. Honestly, when you finally went to Teyvat, she didn't expect to be your child suddenly. Although she's not complaining! She loves it when you smother her with your parently love. [You totally did not try to beat the soul out of the grand sages for locking her up, and people, even some of the archons, had to hold you down-]

Ei would be concerned. Who was interfering with her eternity? She didn't know how to react. She always some what felt guilty whenever she did the vision hunt degree. She ignored it all, though. Until when the traveler showed her the beauty of inazuma. It was so different from what it was before...'Maybe it wasn't so bad after all.' She thought. She had noticed that one thing that stayed the same forever was the warmth she felt. She soon found out the warmth was from the creator! Oh, she was so happy. She would make a room that would eternity be dedicated to you! When you appeared in Teyvat, she would be so dang nervous. She wants to be perfect for you. Everything must be! She was going to send Raiden in her place but didn't expect you to personally come over to her! She tried giving you a tour, but she didn't really go outside much, so....yeah, you're technically giving her one instead.. but at least you enjoy braiding her hair for her as Miko is sitting on your lap in her fox form. She's very fluffy when you pet her. [She would be so embarrassed and will malfunction if you ask how she can pull out her sword from her—]

Scaramouche would try to hunt you down honestly. Like who tf are you?? And where the heck are you?? (Imagine you haunt him and keep whispering, "You're shorttt") he was so ready to beat the crap out of you. But he just had to get used to it since he was busy becoming a God. And when he did, he felt your presence once again but clearer. He again ignores it and continues with the fight, which comes with a loss. He had become wanderer now, and he told Nahida that he thinks someone is stalking him. Nahida finally tells him that you're the all mighty creator. So you have been with him this whole time...? Why? He wonders If you forgive him for his sins.... why were you....calling him scarameow?? Is that perhaps another language for something? What does it mean? But it's fine. He still loves you. He got jealous one time and became a 'doll' for your entertainment. He's been doing that a few times. He liked it when one time you manhandled danced with him or even dressed him up [with lingerie]

Oh Venti, that drunkard bard. Oh, how he always speaks about you. He loved you so much. You always played as the wind when he was just a spirit. He always talked to you, although you can't talk, the wind tells him everything. He loved you so dearly. You always protected him in the war. You protected all the people. He understands that you can't stop people from dying of age. It's fate. But you had always accompanied him and his friend. That's all he needs, and he's grateful for it. He already knew you were the creator. The wind tells him everything. He didn't think that he would accidentally make the creator drunk! He promised he was drunk when he offered a drink to you! Or when he falls happily on your lap and arms by falling from the tree that was surrounded by a cat. [He also didn't expect the wonderful view of you on the side of the bed.....naked.....wait, WHAT— [ I mean...he's not complaining besides not having the ability to walk...or think anything besides you and how good you fu—]

Oh dottore. At first, he did not at all care about you. Even when worshipping the creator was public and a thing, he wasn't exactly dedicated. Until he found some ancient script of mechanics and bunch of successful experiments of creatures you did. He did some research and it turns out that those creatures was friendly to you and you did those experiments not so gruesome. So that's why they didn't hold a grudge at you. He became more interested and now it's apart of the research he's doing. And even experiments perhaps. He didn't know thr warm fuzzy feeling in his chest when he saw you smile in those ancient script. Although he may have kept it all a secret until all of the harbingers [except scaramouche because this is the time where he erases himself from all memories] finally found out about it. Oh how he felt when he finally gazes at your body. You looked so much better in the script. He always seek you out for experiments and research. You have the knowledge that even Irminsul doesn't have. Although his constant touch, glances and the way he looks at you with a slight red face doesn't go unnoticed by you when he conduct an experiment on you. [He couldn't forget the 'experiment' conduct on you last night ♥︎]

○ —○ — ○ — experimenters— ○ —○ — ○ — ○

Albedo. He's exactly opposite from dottore at the start, he was obsessed with you. He worshiped you with so many new creations from his experiments and thanked you for uniting him with Klee. At first, he didn't know about you and was curious why he always felt a comforting presence until aunt Alice told him that it was you, their creator, his creator.

He found statues of you that were cracked and was leaking a certain gold liquid. There was scroll. It seems that you made it with your own blood. He researched your statue and conducted careful experiments. He was a little...too fascinated about your body. Drawing you in robes, poses, and even....drew doing stuff to him. He took such care and worshiped it as if it was really you.... you looked way more divine than the statue that you carved yourself. He always wanted you to ask you....."What's the purpose of me existing?"

[You can insert your thoughts if you want, but here's my response to it]

"(1.) There's none. You just exist. I just create you. But...(2.) You can make yourself a purpose. A reason to live out your lives I gave you all. Like you, perhaps you make your own purpose to live is to make Klee happy."

His eyes glinted as you chuckled. He had been in deep thought for a few weeks. Then suddenly, he smiled. 'Perhaps.....'

Dottore and Albedo would 10/10 would be literal vampires. Including zhongli, I swear. The moment they taste your blood as an experiment or accident, they will crave for more. (I know they will literally moan in delight when they tasted it.)

Traveler and abyss prince/princess. How they both felt it. Your warmth. Traveler accepts it with open arms. Traveler thanked you for supporting them to find their sibling. But the abyss prince/princess isn't so fond about accepting it. They don't need your pity.... but they guess they can take it once in a while, you did offer to them, didn't you? Oh, Dainsleif. He doesn't think he should accept it. He wants to, but he is not worthy. But once in a while, when he falls asleep, his lips curve into a smile as he bask in your warmth. They can be selfish, right? You did offer you warmth after all..... The abyss prince/princess tries to kidnap— I mean *cough* *cough* take you away but the Traveler holds onto your arm, not letting go. The abyss prince/princess argues that when the time comes after they finally finish their journey, they can find a home with you! But the traveler pouts and still won't budge. Dainsleif just watches in the background, conflicted. Although....that doesn't mean he didn't have the desire to keep you with him either...

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phantasmiac · 1 year

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in which touya is your best friend’s older brother

cw/tw: fem!reader, reader is in college, make out scene, nothing else i think

wc: 2.9k

a/n: obsessed with my own au. part two can be found here.

from middle school to high school, you and the two eldest todoroki children had followed the same 8AM-3PM schedule, eating the same assigned lunches and traveling in and out of the same building. but it wasn’t until your second year of high school that they really became aware of your existence, after you and fuyumi began volunteering at the same local daycare center. you vividly recall her flushing a deep shade of red that matched the streaks in her hair when you’d told her you were in the same year, and having to repeatedly assure her that she hadn’t upset you. it was an honest truth; not once had you been put in the same class, and you yourself couldn’t name one person outside of your own — with the exception of the todoroki siblings. it was impossible to be unfamiliar with the two when their popularity was so overwhelming. fuyumi, for her beauty, intelligence, and tenderhearted demeanor, and touya, mostly for his delinquent behavior. there’d been a few fleeting instances over the years where you’d fallen under the same spell as your classmates; the one that glued their eyes to the hot troublemaker just a grade above you. but they were just that — fleeting.

you’re not sure what was contaminating the air inside of the todoroki household the first time you came over; only that it had infected you with a certified school girl crush on your best friends older brother. every interaction with him left your heart flapping it’s dainty little wings. being fuyumi’s best friend, and spending as much time over as you did, granted you access to exclusive perks. “perks” such as the offhand, sarcastic comments you were now susceptible to; ones that weirdly drew you in instead of putting you off. you were able to see him doing things other than smoke on top of the bleachers from the window of your after-school prep classes, or beat up some random upperclassman in the middle of the hallway. watching him play the guitar, obliterate everyone at shogi, and tend to the garden plants was quite the change of scenery. if feeling special was a crime, you were guilty beyond a reasonable doubt, though you’re sure your classmates would too if they’d experienced the feeling of touya peeking at your homework over your shoulder and “obnoxiously” whispering the answer into your ear.

it was just your luck that the very same virus had to go and infect little 13 year old natsuo and make you his target. little natsuo who would stammer and blush and make a complete fool out of himself whenever you were around. little natsuo who once noticed you while playing soccer with shouto and touya in the yard, and got smacked in the face with the ball in the process (you’ll never let him live it down). little natsuo who singlehandedly destroyed your hopes and dreams of ever getting touya to look at you differently. because once the eldest todoroki sibling caught on, he refused to let it go. he’d gone as far as to create a ship name for the two of you, one that even shouto — always craving his big brothers approval — had started using. your eye twitched every time he would refer to you as natsuo’s girlfriend. it went without saying that the whole thing was just one big, running joke. but natsuo’s feelings were real, and you knew touya would rather stick his hand in a blender than break his little brothers heart — that is, if he ever even saw you that way in the first place.

touya graduates at the end of your second year, declaring he’s taking a “gap year” and moves out to live with a friend of his; the shy one you’d met a few times and bonded with over animal crossing once. rei permits it without much of a fuss, grateful that it’s tenko and not one of those “awful influences” he used to hang around at school (though you always suspected tenko had a secret wild side, too). he visits occasionally, still acting like he never left, but his overall absence allows you to finish your final year without the distraction of silly little feelings consuming you. you pride yourself on how well you’ve managed to suppress it all, just to feel like a complete liar on every single one of his visits, when he tugs on your hair and scares you from behind as a greeting like some grade schooler with a crush. by the time touya’s gap year ends, you and fuyumi begin your first semester of college, and rei has grievously accepted that her son is not planning on getting a degree.

a week prior to your winter break, you’re asked out by a guy in one of your gen-ed classes as you’re leaving with fuyumi. although touya doesn’t immediately come to mind, and the guy seems decent enough, you feel compelled to turn him down. it’s fuyumi’s elbow nudging into your back as she attempts to appear busy on her phone that gets a “sure” out of you. that friday, you find yourself sitting at the theaters watching a newly released horror movie next to a guy you haven’t batted an eyelash at other than the one time both you and fuyumi had missed a powerpoint slide. it’s then that touya — who you haven’t seen in nearly three weeks — comes to mind, for two particular reasons: a) because this is the type of thing he’d definitely put on after intruding on your and fuyumi’s movie night and b) because this is kind of a weird first date, but you’re sure it wouldn’t be as bad (or bad at all, for that matter) with him.

the following night, you’re at the todoroki household to help them get things sorted for the winter break trip you’ll be tagging along for. touya has finally reappeared and is uselessly laying in starfish position on fuyumi’s bed as you hand her clothes to fold into her suitcase. he’s rambling on and on about his recent whereabouts and his plans to start a tattoo apprenticeship, to backpack across europe, and to start a band, and a bunch of other things that he’ll probably forget about in a few months. even though half of what he’s saying is nonsense, he sounds so enthusiastic, you can’t help but smile and nod along. fuyumi scolds you to stop encouraging him, which he rolls his eyes at before asking, “anyways, what’s going on with my sister in law?”. natsuo has just recently gotten into his first real relationship with his first real girlfriend, so you’re ready to correct him until —

“nuh-uh! not your sister in law anymore. i mean, unless you count our marriage,” fuyumi intercepts. “she scored herself a boyfriend this week. oh my gosh, i didn’t even ask you how your date went!”

the clothes are long forgotten as fuyumi shakes you violently by the shoulders, and you don’t have time to explain that the date went nowhere before touya is mumbling something about “not wanting to hear this crap” and leaving the room. the next day, touya brings home a girl for the very first time. seeing her makes you realize that you’ve never put much thought into what touya’s type might be like. the girl standing before you is sweet and effortlessly beautiful, able to make a casual outfit look dressy. you don’t question how strange it is that he would choose to introduce her to his family the day before a trip, or the fact that he doesn’t outright call her his girlfriend. you’re much too focused on the way she constantly leans into him, and shamefully flitting your eyes away when he looks up at you like he knows you’re watching. you will yourself not to shed any tears as you lay beside fuyumi that night, thinking about how his absence in the last three weeks must have been because he was spending them all with her.

the car ride to the log cabin you’ll be staying at for the week is spent stuck between the window and shouto, who’s going ham on some game on his ipad (you hate to admit how entertaining it is to watch), and shooting lasers into the back of touya’s head through the gap in the headrest. there’s a few times your eyes meet through the passenger side window, but instead of pulling a face like usual, he looks away. whether your nausea is a result of motion sickness or emotional distress, there’s no telling. by the time you reach the cabin, the moon is out and the stars are littering the sky, offering just a bit of light that peaks through the towering trees and helps with the unloading of the trunk. upon settling in your rooms, rei announces that she’s going straight to bed. you can already hear shouto and natsuo’s voices coming from their own rooms; shouto playing with his little green haired friend and natsuo talking to his girlfriend. fuyumi, always so productive, immediately gets to unpacking her suitcase — an activity you have little interest in.

it was the promise of a hot tub that got you to come on this trip in the first place, and you weren’t going to let the night deter you from your wish. fuyumi insists that tomorrow is promised as you carelessly dig through your luggage for a swimsuit, but you don’t budge. you curse your stubbornness when you head down to the back porch to find the hot tub lit up, bubbling, and occupied. you’re met with the sight of a bare back that’s more built than the last time you’d seen it. touya’s lack of acknowledgment of your presence deceives you into turning your heel for an attempt at a silent escape; a silence that is soon shattered by the sound of swashing water, and then touya’s voice: “i don’t, bite you know.” it’s with reluctance that you turn back to face him. his arms are dangling off the side of the tub, his chin propped at the edge. “i wouldn’t put it past you,” you quip back.

you don’t think the lack of conversation is nearly as awkward for touya as it is for you. he’s been staring at the water, unblinking, for the past five minutes (months, for you), chewing on his lip pensively like something magical might bubble to the surface. your eyes, on the other hand, have been scanning every area of the premises for something that might save you. the woods are pitch black with the exception of the porch lights. maybe you could bring up how scary it is out here? no, you don’t want to come off as a wimp. the skiing plans for tomorrow? no, that’s lame. how about his girlfr —

“is it okay if i kiss you?”

the sudden jolt of your body causes a big splash that manages to hit both you and touya in the face. if he’d lost his mind, the water should have been enough to startle him and set it straight. instead, he wipes a hand down his face and continues to look at you expectantly for your answer. you’re incapable of offering it to him in words; so you wade your way across the tub to where he’s sat, kneeling in front of him as an invitation. perhaps it was silly to assume he was asking for a simple, chaste peck, but the arm that hooks itself around your waist and pulls you forward elicits a gasp out of you nonetheless. but it’s nothing compared to the thrill you feel when both of his arms move to grab your thighs, effectively hoisting you up and getting you to straddle him. not once in any of your fantasies had you imagined being on top of touya, but you think the reality is much more satisfying. it’s hard to say who makes the first move, seeing as you’re both hungry for the same thing. your fingers are digging into touya’s cheeks, and his onto yours in a different area. you’ve been told countless times that your first time making out wouldn’t be a scene out of a movie. but somehow, touya’s lips and tongue guide you in a way that makes you look and feel like you’ve been doing this for years.

it’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more, excluding the sound of fuyumi’s “oh my god!” ringing in your ear. she’s standing at the slide doors with her hands covering her eyes, nearly tripping over her own feet. instantly, you rip yourself away from her older brother and shoot out of the water, scrambling for an explanation. she shouts something about waiting for you up in the room before nearly colliding face first with the glass doors. you don’t bother to look at touya’s reaction as you exit the tub and quickly snatch a towel, nor at rei, now wide awake and frantically and asking what’s wrong as you zoom up the stairs. you waste no time in profusely apologizing to fuyumi, who’s now laying flat on the bed with her head dug into a pillow. the thought of your friendship coming to an end has your voice shaking and tears forming in your eyes. the sound gets fuyumi to set the pillow aside and smile at you softly.

“i’m not angry. i just wish i hadn’t had to see that with my own two eyes,” she laughs, hands holding yours. “but i am a little confused as to why you’d wanna be with my gross old brother of all people. i thought that other guy was a catch.”

it’s hard to identify whether the sound that leaves you is a sob or a laugh, but you allow yourself fall into fuyumi’s arms in relief. she spends the rest of the night interrogating you, and then singlehandedly planning out your future wedding.

touya actively avoids you for the rest of the trip, opting out of all the planned activities in exchange for staying holed up in his room until hunger strikes and forces him down to the kitchen. you try not to be hurt by his behavior, disregarding it as him being embarrassed at being caught by his little sister. that assumption is proved wrong when he has multiple interactions with her, while acting as if you don’t exist. of course, fuyumi attempts to get an explanation for you, but she always comes back with the same response: “he said he’s not going to talk about it with me”.

on the last day of the trip, you tag along with natsuo and shouto for a day of ice skating, fuyumi staying behind to get a head start on some assignments. it was just yesterday that you’d suddenly remembered the girl touya had brought over, and come to the conclusion that the reason he must have been avoiding you is because he’d cheated, and the guilt was eating him alive. it didn’t matter how hard fuyumi insisted that her brother would never sink so low, and that he’d never said she was his girlfriend. you were now certain you were the other woman, and staying in the house was driving you mad.

the three of you are sat outside the rink, rental skates in hand. you’re focused on tying up your own as shouto makes repeated calls of his brother’s name, each call being ignored and becoming more irritated by the second. natsuo is glued to his phone, typing away and smiling like a fool, shouto’s pokes at his puffer jacket going completely unnoticed.

“jesus, natsu,” you roll your eyes, punching him on the arm with enough force to get his attention. “shouto’s been calling your name for ages.”

“sorry! i’m texting my girlfriend.”

you chuckle as you kneel down to attend to shouto’s neglected skate laces. “you didn’t even have to say. when are you gonna bring her over? you know, like touya.”

the last part definitely could have been left out, and said in a less bitter tone, but it gets natsuo to quirk his eyebrow in confusion. “that girl from last week? i don’t even know why touya brought her over. he complains about her to me all the time. says she has an annoying crush on him,” he mumbles.

the strength required to keep down the grin threatening to form at his revelation is downright shameful, though the satisfaction doesn’t last long. because if touya doesn’t have eyes for someone as stunning as her, where does that place you? you know it’s sneaky of you to take advantage of natsuo’s obliviousness, but with the way things are going with touya, you know he’s the closest you’ll get to some answers.

“that’s too bad. she was really pretty.”

“yeah, well, i don’t think i’ve ever heard touya call anyone pretty.”

“i have,” shouto speaks up from under the confinements of his wool scarf. he winces when you unconsciously tighten his laces a little too hard at his statement.

natsuo looks at him like he’s been shot. if touya was going to gush about someone he was sure it’d be to him. “when? who? where?”

“he didn’t tell me. i just heard him, once, when his friends were over. they were talking about girls and stuff, and they were making fun of him. because he never liked anyone. and then he got all mad and started yelling that he did like someone.”

“when was this?” natsuo probes on, phone now long forgotten.

“his second year, i think. it was before fuyumi met you,” shouto points a gloved hand at you.

high school touya never showed an interest in anyone; it was one of the reasons everyone believed they had a chance. your jealousy has now been replaced with sincere curiosity, an eagerness that reflects natsuo’s.

“do you remember their name?”

shouto nods nonchalantly, completely oblivious to the fact that he has you and natsuo on the edge of your seats.

“i never said anything because i thought it had to be another person with the same name after he started making fun of you and natsu.

but it was your name.”

#dabi x reader #dabi #dabi drabble #dabi headcanons #dabi imagine #dabi x y/n #dabi angst #dabi fluff #dabi fanfic #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki #touya x reader

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makeitmingi · 3 months

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The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 23]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.3K

"So, I went on a date yesterday... With Yunho." You finally said, glancing over at Seonghwa from the passenger seat. You had no intention of hiding it from Seonghwa, you were going to tell him.

"Oh, how was it?" He asked back. Seonghwa didn't look all too surprised, did he know?

"Wait, you're not surprised or shocked. Did you already know? Did Yunho tell you?" You blinked. Not that you expected Seonghwa to be appalled or anything. You were just curious about why he had a lack of expression or reaction.

"No, I didn't know, he didn't tell me. Well... at least, I didn't know about the date. But I did know that Yunho has feelings for you." Seonghwa explained.

"Is it that obvious to everyone?" You mumbled. After Jongho told you that he notices Yunho following you around with heart eyes, you have been wondering if you're just oblivious to these things.

"Yes, it is. Plus, he told me." Seonghwa revealed. Now, you were the one who was shocked.

"Wait, wait, he told you? When did he tell you?" Now it was your turn to be the shocked one.

"Yes, he told me. He told me the day that I said I ran into him when I was out. I think it was that day off after we cooked for the parents." He explained.

"And all this time, you didn't tell me?"

"(y/n), as close as we are, you know it's not my place to tell you about his feelings. That's just not right for me to be exposing his feelings to you like that. And would you have really wanted to hear about his feelings from me rather than directly from him?" He asked back. Seonghwa was right.

"Yeah, I know, Hwa. Why did he tell you though? Or why did he tell you before he even told me?" You asked.

"That I can tell you. Funnily enough, poor guy felt guilty for having feelings for you because he thought we were together. Some bro code about having feelings for your friend's girl." He chuckled.

"He thought we were a couple?" You cringed. Seonghwa hummed in confirmation.

"Well, I guess that's normal. At some point, everyone we've met thought we were a couple." You shrugged.

"That's true. But back to the main point, yes, I knew that Yunho had feelings for you. And I guessed that at some point he would ask you out. You didn't have to hide your date from me."

"I wasn't trying to hide it... I would have told you like I am now. I was just really stressed." You sighed.

"Stressed? Why? Do you not feel the same way towards him?" Seonghwa asked.

"I think I do? I had Wooyoung sort out my feelings for me when he came over that day and we concluded that I do have feelings for him. But it's scary, Hwa. You know, I don't like my feelings. And I'm scared that I can't meet expectations." You revealed.

"Sweetheart, there are no expectations, okay? You shouldn't feel guilty or pressured into feeling a certain way just because Yunho told you his feelings." He advised.

"I know but-"

"And I know it's daunting to have such feelings for another person. But I see how you are with Yunho, without even knowing, you do care for him a lot. Just take it step by step, at your own pace." He said.

"But did you enjoy the date? Tell me more about it." Seonghwa probed.

"I did, I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. We went to the aquarium and went for dinner." You said briefly.

"You always wanted to go to the aquarium when you were little. I'm glad you enjoyed it, I'm sure Yunho made it even more fun." Seonghwa chuckled.

"He did. I realised how observant and thoughful he is. You can tell he really tried his best to make sure that everything went well and that I had a good time. Everything he did, he did it with me in mind and I appreciated it. I felt bad that he didn't let me pay or do much for him." You laughed.

"So after dinner, he was still hungry so I made him a snack at mine. He did research for a nice degustation place but the servings were small and just like you, his appetite is too big." You added.

"Tasting menus always have too little food." Seonghwa scoffed.

"But doesn't mean Yunho did all these nice things to show his feelings for you, means you must reciprocate those feelings, okay?"

"Alright, thanks, Hwa." You smiled gratefully. Seonghwa put the car in park and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you to his chest. He stroked the back of your head.

"Yunho is a good guy. It's okay to trust him." He whispered.

"I know and I will, slowly." You said. Someone knocking on the car window made you and Seonghwa pull away.

"Hey! No cuddling in the parking lot!" Wooyoung shouted with a frown. You laughed and unlocked the door to open the door. Wooyoung grinned but was shoved aside by Jongho, who held a hand out to you to help you out.

"YAH!" Wooyoung yelled. Jongho ignored him and smiled at you, squeezing your hand. You leaned back into the car to retrieve your bag and slung it over your shoulder.

"Wow, no one came to help me out of the car?" Seonghwa joked as he locked the car.

"You're not princess." Jongho rolled his eyes. The 4 of you headed to the restaurant, entering the dark kitchen.

"Let's get the caneles going first since they'll take the longest." You said as everyone put on their aprons and prepared their stations to start the bakes.

"I can do it with Seonghwa hyung?" Wooyoung asked. The oldest nodded and went to wash his hands.

"After they go in the oven, can you guys start the peach roll cakes? I'll start on the Opera cake. Jong, can you do the German chocolate cake?" You asked. Jongho nodded and went to the pantry.

"Alright. Let's start." You all went into baking mode right away.

"Caneles are in the oven. Wooyoung is good on the peach roll cakes. What should I do?" Seonghwa came over to you. You slid the list over to him so he could pick what to do. He did the pumpkin spice muffins with streusel-topping. There were too many layers to the opera cake, you were stuck on that.

"Good morning." Yunho came in.

"Morning." The 4 of you greeted back. Yunho's eyes narrowed in on the back of your head and a smile formed on his face. He was excited to see you again even if you just saw each other yesterday.

"Alright, lover boy. Don't block the way." Wooyoung said, pushing Yunho so he could get to the pantry.

"Wooyoung!" Seonghwa scolded. Your head sunk further, all the more you didn't want to turn around to face Yunho now.

"I..." Yunho grew flustered, running to the locker room to hide and cool down his burning cheeks. You whipped your head around to glare at Wooyoung.

"Shut up." You hissed.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, jagi." Wooyoung pinched your cheeks and cooed at you. You elbowed him in the ribs and went back to fixing the cake. Yunho emerged again, with an apron on. He went over to where you were.

"Hi, (y/n)." Yunho greeted softly as he stood beside you. You didn't stop your movements, focusing on the cake.

"Good morning, Yunho. Want to help me make coffee syrup for my cake?" You asked.

"Sure. What are you making?" He asked back.

"Opera cake. I need 300mL of strong coffee in this glass container for the syrup. And I need 100mL of strong coffee in a cup, I'll mix it into the buttercream later." You handed him the vessels.

"I can do that." He nodded and went to the front. You continued to mix the Joconde sponge and lay it out onto the backing sheets.

"I'm done." Yunho came back in with the two containers of coffee that you needed.

"Check the recipe card for how much sugar to mix into the glass container for the syrup. Leave the other one aside to cool." You told Yunho as Jongho helped you load the sheets of cake into the oven.

"I'm back." You came back to your station, where Yunho was mixing the sugar into the hot coffee to make the syrup that will go over the sponge cakes. You set a timer for the cakes and tucked the timer into the pocket of your apron. As you made the other components for that cake, Yunho assisted you.

"My cake is waiting to go into the oven. What's the last thing to do?" Jongho asked.

"French toast bake." You replied. However instead of using regular brioche bread, you decided to use leftover croissants, cut them and pour the egg-custard mixture over to bake it.

"What goes into an opera cake? It looks like there are a lot of components." Yunho tilted his head.

"It's thin layers of sponge cake then we paint syrup over it. We layer it alternating between coffee buttercream and chocolate ganache."

"That sounds difficult to make." He chuckled.

"It's not the easiest cake. But when you pour the chocolate glaze over and cut into it, seeing all the layers is really satisfying." You laughed. Yunho nodded, understanding where you were coming from.

"Morning!" Soon, the other boys arrived too. Although they didn't think much of Yunho standing at your station, talking and assisting you, Mingi sure knew the underlying meaning. After all, he was the only one that knew about the date that happened.

"Did you sleep well?" Yunho leaned over, asking softly, just for you to hear.

"I slept well with Yunnie by my side." You admitted, clearing your throat in embarrassment. You ended there, of course you wouldn't include that you hugged the manatee the whole night.

"Alright, front crew. For the french toast bake, it'll be inside on the warming plate." You said as you came out of the kitchen.

"Yes, ma'am." The 4 boys straightened up, paying attention to you.

"Then drizzle some maple syrup over and put a scoop of the mixed berries before serving. I'll leave the jug of syrup here." You placed the jug down on the counter.

"We can do that. Thanks, (y/n)." San smiled, his cute dimple popping through. You chuckled and headed back in.

"I mentioned mixed berries earlier, can you do that?" You spun on your heel, facing Yunho.

"Uh, yes?" Yunho leaned back slightly from how you suddenly spun and were nearly body to body with him. You smiled and nodded in approval before going back to the opera cake you were working on. Yunho stood there, dumbfounded. Honestly, he had no idea what he needed to do.

"Raspberries, blueberries, quarter the strawberries and half the blackberries." Seonghwa said as he walked past Yunho to go to the walk in to retrieve an ingredient.

"Right. I knew that..." He laughed nervously and went to the walk in, behind Seonghwa to get all the berries.

"Took you long enough." You teased when he returned to your side with the berries, a small chopping board and a paring knife.

"You made me flustered and just left me there all alone without helping me." He complained.

"Well, you said you knew what to do so I assumed you really knew what to do." You argued with a shrug. He let out a small 'hmph' before he began preparing the berries.

"First batch of caneles out." Wooyoung announced.

"You! You're not a part of the kitchen team, come out here to help when you're done." Hongjoong said, pointing at Yunho. Yunho pouted, he didn't want to leave your side. But he knew he needed to as the owner of the place.

"Finish up here and go help your team." You nudged him slightly, mixing the chocolate glaze for your opera cake. Yunho nodded obediently and continued his task.

"I have time before I'm assembling my cake. Anyone need hands?" You turned to the rest.

"I need help rolling the other roll cake." Wooyoung said.

"Hwa hyung, your timer is up. I'm pulling the first batch of your muffins out." Jongho said. Seonghwa nodded and helped Wooyoung with filling the canele molds to put the second batch in the oven.

"Roll cake is pre-rolled and resting in the towel. Where's the filling?" You asked Wooyoung.

"Whipped cream is in the walk in. The peaches have been skinned and are in the metal bowl at my work station." He informed.

"Got it." You nodded. Turning around, you saw that Yunho had already gone outside to help them set up for service. You knew you needed to focus on getting the morning bakes out so you did that. The boys and you pushed out the first round of stuff to put in the display case, giving some to the boys as breakfast.

"The muffins are good." Mingi said, breaking into one and giving Yeosang the other half.

"I like the crunchy top." Yeosang added, his mouth full of food. San put drinks on a tray for the kitchen crew and brought it into the kitchen, placing them on the middle island.

"Thanks, San hyung." Jongho came over first.

"You're welcome." He smiled. You took the iced coffee and took a sip, sighing blissfully as the taste of coffee.

When all the morning bakes were done and the restaurant was opened, you went out to take a break, wanting some fresh air before working on dinner stuff.

"Back from my break. Go ahead, Yunho." Mingi patted his best friend on the shoulder.

"Thanks, man." Yunho grabbed his coffee with him and headed straight for the kitchen. He didn't even need to check, he knew where you were, making a beeline for the back door. There you were, sitting on the curb like always. You turned around when you heard the door.

"Oh, Yunho." You visibly relaxed, a small smile on your face when you realised that it was him. That small gesture made Yunho proud, that he could get you to 'relax'.

"Hey, do you need your space? I can go somewhere else." Yunho politely asked first.

"No need. I don't mind you being around." You said, patting the space beside you like always. He sat down and smiled at you.

"What?" You chuckled as you took a sip of coffee. Yunho shook his head and ducked down to rest his head on your shoulder, the top of his head nuzzling your cheek like a puppy would.

"Is this okay?" Yunho cautiously asked. You let out a hum in response.

You both didn't know what kind of boundaries there were after the first date but individually, you were both more comfortable with showing affection to each other.

"Do I make work awkward?"

"No, you don't. I think it's normal to feel a little lost seeing each other outside of the date, especially at work. I don't know how much you want to tell San, Hongjoong and Yeosang, assuming Mingi knows almost everything already. But Wooyoung, Hwa and Jongho know about the date." You informed.

"I wanted to ask you before telling the rest. I wasn't sure if you were comfortable with that. But if you are okay with it, I'll tell them." Yunho said, lifting his head. You felt touched at how respectful he was.

"I'm fine, Yunho. You can tell them." You smiled at him.

"So, what's this about you thinking I was dating Seonghwa and that you were breaking a bro code?" You teased.

"He told you?! I mean, of course, I knew he would tell you. But you guys are always together so I just thought that you were dating already." He whined.

"It doesn't help that he calls you 'sweetheart'... Even Wooyoung calls you 'jagi'!" He added.

"Well, Wooyoung calls everyone 'jagi'. And I'm just teasing. At some point, everyone thought we were dating." You giggled.

"You're always teasing me." He playfully glared at you and jabbed your side.

"Seonghwa and I are just close. Like I told you yesterday." You assured him. A part of you wanted to add that he was the one you liked but you hesistated, it felt too fast and too soon to be blatantly declaring that to Yunho now.

"Anyway, next week, the Spring Carnival is coming. Would you like to go with me?" Yunho invited.

"As our second date?" You asked. He nodded his head, suddenly feeling a little nervous. Was a carnival too corny or childish to go to for a date?

"I'd love that." You said. Deep down, you knew that you would have a good time with Yunho no matter what you did or where you went.

"Although, I have something planned at noon. We could go afternoon or evening." You informed.

"I could pick you up and we could go from there if you'd like." Yunho offered. However, at his offer, you froze a little, it was as if he could see the cogs turning in your head.

"It's okay, I'll meet you at my place instead... Let's say 3?" You suggested. Yunho nodded, not insisting but he couldn't help the curiosity he felt. Especially when you had such a reaction.

"Alright. It's a date." Yunho let out a cheeky laugh of excitement, his eyes turning into cresent moons. One new thing you realised was that you would never get tired of looking at Yunho's smile. Unlike others, you didn't find his smile annoying or overbearing. It made you want to smile as well.

"Ah..." You threw your head back with a groan, shocking Yunho slightly.

"Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.

"Sorry, I just... I don't know..." You let out another groan of frustration. Yunho slightly ducked down and hugged you. You slowly hugged him back, arms wrapped around his neck.

"You know, usually the dog is the one with big feelings. Not the cat." Yunho chuckled, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"Did you just call me a cat?" You asked in disbelief. You felt Yunho nod, making you scoff.

"Cats and dogs traditionally aren't friends, you know?" You pointed out but you still made no move to pull away from the hug. Yunho didn't want to either, his arms wound around your waist.

"It's okay, we'll be the first cat and dog to become friends and then a couple." He joked.

"You're unbelieveable." You rolled your eyes. Seeing that the two of you had been out here for too long, you both went back in. Seonghwa shot you a look with raised eyebrows while Wooyoung nudged you teasingly.

"Stop it, let's prepare for dinner." You told them, grabbing your knife. The 3 boys snickered but obeyed. Yunho walked to the front, meeting the judgemental gazes of all his friends.

"What?" Yunho blinked.

"What do you mean 'what'? Yeosang caught you two cuddling out back. Since when?" Hongjoong asked.

"Okay, firstly, we weren't cuddling. It was just a hug. And secondly, we just had our first date yesterday. Nothing is official yet." Yunho sighed as he explained.

"And when were you going to tell us?" Yeosang crossed his arms.

"When (y/n) was ready for you guys to know. You know she values her privacy and the last thing I want to do is make her uncomfortable or awkward." Yunho replied. Mingi nodded in agreement.

"Wait, you knew? And you didn't mention anything?" San pointed an accusatory finger at Mingi.

"Hey, man. It wasn't my place to tell, you heard him, he's waiting for her to be ready to tell. And of course I knew, I'm his best friend since forever. Plus, it's just a date. Everyone goes on dates. Why are you so invested in Yunho's date?" Mingi shrugged. San, Yeosang and Hongjoong facepalmed.

"You know, Mingi ah, sometimes I'm glad you're the way you are." Yunho laughed, patting his best friend on the shoulder.

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rainsoakedphoenix · 9 months

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sincere gestures

pairing: f!reader x matt sturniolo - turned - f!reader x chris sturniolo

wc: ~1k

summary: matt makes no real effort to celebrate his girlfriend's birthday, so chris comes along and shows her she deserves better

warnings: little angst; matt is kind of an ass; lil fluff at the end; very little swearing

note: i'm writing this as a matt girl so please don't come for me; i don't usually care at all for the "leave him and go after his brother" trope but this is based on a dream i had a few nights ago and i just thought it would be interesting; if it makes anyone uncomfortable though i will certainly delete it---and for anyone reading my matt fic on wattpad and have been patiently waiting for an update IM GOING THERE NEXT

part 1 // part 2

Today is your birthday.

You were hanging out with your boyfriend Matt, who had texted you that morning to tell you he had a few things planned for your special day. Only once you arrived at his house, it didn't feel like your special day; it felt more like his.

You had tried not to let it show that you were disappointed; after all, you were glad to just be spending time with him and it was the thought that counted, right? But if he even noticed the way you masked your discomfort, he made no attempt to ask about your feelings.

You were currently sitting on the floor of his living room while Matt and two of his friends were sitting on the couch, eyes trained on the TV in front of them. He had invited two of his friends over as a surprise to you, knowing that they weren't really your friends. You barely even knew them, had only met them once or twice at a party. You brushed off the thought of not being able to spend any time alone together or at least with mutual friends, not wanting to make a fuss as you kept reminding yourself it's the thought that counts.

He had asked them to bring food over for dinner, and you tried to keep a thankful smile on your face as you realized it was one of your least favorite meals.

Matt knew that. Or at least you thought he did. But you tried your best to keep a positive attitude. You wouldn't let your day be ruined by such seemingly small things; at least he remembered your birthday at all, you told yourself.

Your relationship with Matt hasn't always been like this. When you first got together, he was as sweet and attentive as can be. Recently though, things had changed and you weren't sure why, or when. What you did know though was that you cried yourself to sleep some nights over him. Each attempt on your part to talk through things was met with rolled eyes, annoyed sighs, and cold shoulders.

Trying your best to focus on the TV, you felt your phone vibrate. You looked at your screen to be met with a few texts from Chris.

happy birthday i'm on my way back home to see you

You smiled at your phone, sending him a quick "thank you <3, see you soon" text.

Your loss of attention and care from Matt had you thinking of his brother on one of your sleepless nights. You felt guilty for feeling this way, what with the fact you're taken and the guy you're not crushing on is your boyfriend's brother. But you couldn't help it; you weren't sure what was going on with Matt, but he refuses to talk to you about it. You had decided you would break up with him today as soon as you could get him alone, whether he wanted to talk or not.

It wasn't too much longer after that when Chris burst through the front door. You heard feet pounding up the stairs and you all turned your attention in the direction of them as Chris came into view. His eyes immediately found yours and he took a few steps over to where you were before tackling you to the ground in a hug, causing you to giggle as you attempted to hug him back, however it proved difficult since you were pinned to the floor.

"Chris," Matt spoke lowly, "get off of her." Chris looked up at the sound of his name, his smile slowly fading as he finally noticed the seating arrangements. He spared another glance at you, before looking back at his brother.

"Why is she sitting on the floor?"

"It's where she wanted to sit, I guess." Matt shrugged his shoulders with a slight shake of his head.

"You guess?" Chris questioned, eyebrows raised. "She's your girlfriend Matt, and it's her birthday. Kinda rude you couldn't make space for her to at least sit with you."

"Chris, it's okay-" you started, but he shook his head, staring disappointingly at Matthew before taking a breath and crinkling his face.

"And what the fuck did you guys eat? It smells terrible." He turned to make his way into the kitchen, inspecting the leftovers that were still sitting on the stove. You awkwardly sat on the floor, sparing a quick glance with Matt and his friends, the former of which looked confused while Matt just glared in his brother's direction.

Chris stomped back into the living room, stopping next to you long enough to hold his hand out for you. You hesitantly reached your hand out to grab his and stood up, and Chris gently started leading you to the stairs.

"I'm taking her out." Chris started down the stairs, not even glancing at his brother.

"Whatever," Matt finally spoke up again with a roll of his eyes.

Even though you should've expected his reaction, and did, you felt your heart break further as you walked out of the house with Chris.

But the curly haired boy easily made you forget. For the rest of the day, he made sure your smile never left your face. He brought you to your favorite clothing store and let you pick out an outfit you've had your eye on for a while. He took you out to your favorite restaurant so you could eat something you actually enjoyed, dressed in your new clothes. He shared jokes with you to make you laugh, and took photos with you in a photo booth with the brightest smile on his face when you dragged him in.

He showed you your birthday is supposed to be special. He showed you that you're special; and you should know it.

He knew your relationship with Matt was over; he knew you haven't been able to talk to him about it yet. Which is why when he took you back to his house, he gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek and reassured you he was right there if you needed him.

"Thank you for today, Chris." You smiled at him, placing your hand on his over the center console. "Best day I've ever had."

His face flushed, but he smiled back at you with the same smile he looked at you with all day.

"You deserve the best."

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lionizingheathen · 1 year

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jealous fwb sirius but what about jealous fwb james???

Warnings: Smut, multiple orgasms, spanking, choking, pet names, degredation, biting, hickies, unprotected sex, breeding kink

"You are such a sight for sore eyes, do you know that? Seriously, you make the whole room brighten whenever you walk into it, it's like a gift." Sirius sighed, resting his head on your shoulder. You smiled, resting yours against his as you felt him curl into you a bit on the couch. Something was bothering him, that was clear.

"Thanks, Black." You ran your fingers through his hair, thinking before you spoke next. "I don't feel like that's exactly true, I feel like I'd need to be some kind of god to lighten the mood recently, but I take that as a compliment." You murmured, trying to look away from James's probing gaze. His grip on his cup was firm and he looked jealous... which was hilarious.

"Can I get you a drink?" Sirius asked. No. You didn't want to be drunk, you wanted to have your wits about you, even if you were the only one. During times like this, you found it best to know what was going on.

"I'm not drinking tonight, just don't feel like it." You explained, and Sirius nodded, frowning slightly.

"Hm. I can respect that." He pushed off of you and patted your leg, giving you a large smile. "Well, then I'll be right back, don't go to far now, sunshine." He said, and you nodded. You'd probably be sitting here all night, until you had to help the girls clean up the flat.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Sirius was gone, and a moment later you felt someone else standing beside you, and turned to see James sitting on the arm of the couch, not looking at you as he spoke.

"Were you just flirting with Sirius?" You wrinkled your nose at James, shaking your head. Flirting with Sirius would be like flirting with your own brother, it was completely unethical, and you weren't interested.

"What? Gross, fuck no. He was just telling me that he feels that I lighten the mood of the room." You explained, and James looked at you, thinly veiled frustration in his eyes.

"So he was flirting with you." No. That also wasn't right.

"I have absolutely no way of knowing that, I'm not in his brain, Jamie." But riling him up could end with a fun night. "And even if he were, would it really matter?" You asked with a coy smile, and James's expression faultered for a moment. He clearly hadn't been expecting a challenge.

"Huh?" He asked, and you chuckled, patting his hand. This was also a good time to remind him of his place.

"We're friends, James. That's why we're doing what we're doing, we're friends. Meaning I can flirt with whoever I want to, so why are you acting like you're my boyfriend. We're just fucking. No feelings, remember?" You asked, and he nodded, blinking at you. Sometimes he seemed to forget... Motherfucker was hardwired for love.

"I just... You look nice tonight, and I guess it sort of made my brain fuck up." He explained, and you snorted. That was a strangely eloquent way of saying 'I'm really fucking horny', but you'd take it.

"Yeah, I'll say. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt this time, but if you come at me as though I'm cheating on you again, I will cut this off so quickly that you'll forget if there were ever truly strings." You explained, and James chewed on his lip, looking almost guilty. That hadn't been your intention, but you did need him to stop acting like he was your boyfriend, you didn't want a boyfriend.

"Right... I'm gonna go find Remus." James said, and you nodded. That was probably a really good idea.

"Good. Go." Sirius was back a moment later, pressing a glass of water into your hand with a confused look.

"What was that about?" He asked, glancing at James's retreating frame. You shrugged, not sure of what to say you. You weren't going to tell him the truth, because you and James had both decided it would be best if no one knew.

"Nothing, he just... I drank the rest of his tea this morning when I was over at his place for something, he was reminding me that I need to buy more because it was the nice stuff that his mother always gets him at Christmas." You lied, and Sirius nodded, his smile laced with nostalgia.

"Oh, that is good shit. I've had it, totally addicting." He sighed. Good, at least that was a believable lie.

"Right." You grabbed his hand. "Do you wanna go somewhere more quiet? Maybe talk?" You asked, and Sirius shrugged, still staring like a puppy at Remus. Merlin, you needed to get him to talk to you, he was better than this.

"Sure, I wouldn't be opposed to that." He said, and you stood up, pulling him along by his arm. Hard to make sure that he had his head on straight when he was around a million people.

"Cool." Once you were in your room, Sirius was silent, looking at everything like he didn't know how to carry on a conversation.

"So... the war, huh?" He asked, shifting around on his feet. He hadn't been in your room since you'd moved in with the girls, he was probably feeling uncomfortable. You chuckled and patted the bed beside you.

"Sirius, we've been friends for a long time, you can't talk to me like you're talking to a random order member." You reminded him, and he sighed, his expression breaking as he sat down on the bed.

"Fine." He laid down, resting his head on your lap as he spoke. "I feel like Remus doesn't feel the same way about me that I feel about him." He said, and you couldn't help the laugh that came out of you, it was practically involuntary.

"Are you joking? That boy is fucking crazy about you, Black. Pretty sure I've never seen anyone that smitten in my life." You murmured, running your fingers through his hair as he looked up at you, forlorn.

"Then why hasn't he asked me to be his boyfriend yet? I'd say yes." Sirius sighed, and you gave him a look. Why were the pretty ones always so dramatic?

"Well... have you asked him?" You asked, and Sirius looked at you like you were insane. Alright, that was a way to respond to a valid question.

"What? No. I initated the first kiss, therefore the ball is entirely in his court." He explained, and you rolled your eyes. Stupid fucking courting rules, who the hell cared anymore?

"Okay, but you're also in a place where you could take things to the next level, why not do that?" You asked, and Sirius was quiet for a moment, drumming his fingers on his stomach before he spoke.

"I'm scared of rejection, this is hardly news." He gave you a weak sort of smile. "Abandonment issues, I am their poster child." Yeah. His childhood had done a number on him, so that wasn't a lie.

"That's... not untrue. But Remus won't leave you, Black. He loves you, you know it." You reminded him, and again, Sirius was quiet, like he didn't know what to say.

"... Maybe I can talk to him tonight." He reasoned, and you nodded. That sounded good, talking to him tonight sounded good. There could come a time very soon that they would never have the chance to talk again if either of them died.

"You should. Show you've got some balls, Sirius." You encouraged, giving him a half smile. He reached up and smacked your arm, glaring at you. Okay, he could be like that but nothing you had said was inherently offensive, so you weren't really going to care.

"Oi!"

"I'm being encouraging." You said, and Sirius shook his head, giving you a dazzling smile.

"You're being a wanker." He clarified, and you rolled your eyes, pushing his head off your lap.

"Go. Before you lose your nerve, prettyboy." You said, and he grinned, standing up before he shook out his hair and checked himself in your mirror. He looked good, Sirius was hardwired to look beautiful, there was never any reason to check.

"Right..." He paused at the door. "You pulled me in here, is there someting you wanted to talk about?" He asked, and you shook your head. Partly, this was to give James the distance to stop being weird, and it was partly becasue you couldn't read Sirius's mind and you needed to know what was bothering him.

"Oh, no. I just needed to get some space between me and all that noise. Thanks." You said, standing up off the bed as you crossed your arms across your chest. he didn't believe, you that was clear.

"Of course. I'm always here, Y/N." He promised, and you nodded. You knew that.

"I know." As Sirius turned to leave, he ran right into James, who was waiting in the doorway.

"Oh, hey James." Sirius said, and James gave him a bright, but empty smile. Alright...

"Hey." he called, and then quickly closed and locked the door behind him, walking over to you, backing you against the desk as he gripped your arms, saying nothing. Fucking weird.

"What, Jamie?" You asked, and he gripped your arm tigheter, pulling you closer.

"Were you fucking Sirius?" James asked, and you grimaced at the thought of that, shaking your head. Fucking ew.

"No! What the hell is this obsession? I was helping him figure out how he's gonna ask Remus out." You sighed, and James seemed to deflate, his grip on your arm releasing.

"... Right."

"What's wrong? What's going on?" You asked, and James sighed, taking his glasses off as he rubbed at his eyes. Something was bothering him, that was more than clear but he needed to act like a fucking adult about it.

"I need to fuck you." James muttered, giving you a darkened look. You raised your eyebrow, smirking as you leaned against your bedroom wall. Everyone you two knew, all of your friends were mere feet away, and all James could think about was fucking you... that was one hell of an ego boost.

"Right now?" You asked, and he nodded, walking closer to you, pressing you into the wall with a thigh between your legs, his lips hovering inches from yours.

"Yeah. Right now. I need it, and I locked the door on my way in." The kiss that followed was messy, all teeth and tongue as you groped all over your body. You tugged at his hair, groaning into his mouth as you tried to match his energy. He pulled away after a moment and smirked, pulling you from the wall to your desk, turning you away from him. "Bend over." He instructed, and you bit back a smile, doing exactly as he asked.

"Yes sir."

"Mmm... fuck. Was this for me?" James asked, his fingers brushing over your bare cunt, making you jump. It was, but he didn't need that boost right now, he was already flying high enough all on his own.

"It was for whoever I was fucking tonight... Statistically, that would be you." You reminded him, but he didn't seem to care much for the math side of it today.

"God, you're so wet..." Your breath hitched at the tone of his voice, making you shiver.

"You're kinda hot when you're a dick, Potter." You said, and this made him laugh as he bit down your spine, sucking in a dark mark at the base of it. Fuck.

"And you're kinda hot when you're a slut, so I guess that works out." He said, and you let out a shocked laugh. You didn't expect him to say that. He kicked your legs further apart, gripping onto your hips.

"What are you-." He thrust into you quickly, making your head drop on the desk as your knees gave in, He lifted you back up, slamming your hips against him as he set a brutal pace. "Ohmygod." You gasped, and James moaned behind you, digging his nails into your hips.

"Fuck, it's been too long..." He sucked a mark into your shoulder. "All my marks have faded, gotta give you new ones, hm? Let people know I'm here." he mumbled, and you gritted your teeth, trying to distract from the pleasure he was giving you enough to speak.

"You don't own me-." He spanked your ass hard.

"Yeah, but I rent you... not letting people get in on my time with this fucking perfect cunt." He grunted, pulling hard at your hair. You moaned, resting your head against the wood of the desk as you dug your nails on the grains of wood.

"Fuck, Jamie... Harder." You cried, and James chuckled, spanking your ass, making you jump.

"I need to put a fucking muzzle on you... even if you don't mean it, you've got every man in the room at your fucking feet, wanting to take the place I'm in right now." He bit down hard on your shoulder, making you cry out. "But it's my fucking place, and they won't have it." He growled, and you rolled yoeur eyes. Jesus Christ.

"I can fuck whoever I want-." He picked you up off the desk, shoving you onto the bed before he thrust into you once again, letting out near-feral grunts in your ear.

"Shut up, just shut up, fucking hell! It's like you want me to be pissed off." This had to be what heaven felt like - being fucked to death by James Potter. "Gonna make you limp out of here. Gonna make it fucking clear what we were doing in here." He grunted, and his pace increased impossibly, making you let out a high whine.

"Oh my god... Fuck, Jamie!" You groaned, and James clapped a hand over mouth for a moment, pressing his chest flush with your back.

"Everyone's gonna hear you... they're gonna know what a fucking cock drunk whore you can be when you wanna be, is that what you want? Want people to know how easily you give that cunt up? Fucking slut." He muttered in yoru ear, and you nodded. You didn't mind who heard you, at least they knew that you were being fucked well.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You felt like you were melting. "Oh my god, this is so fucking good..." You groaned, and he seemed to agree, if the hand that had fallen to your throat was telling you anything.

"I'm gonna fucking ruin you, you know. Gonna make sure this cunt is wrecked for any other poor soul who thinks they can make you scream like I do." He grunted, tightening his hand as he leaned forward again.

"Please, please Jamie. God, make me feel it!" You cried, digging your nails into the sheets in front of you as he fucked into you harder, letting out heavy pants. God he sounded so fucking hot.

"Good girl..." That did it.

"Jamie... I'm... I'm so close..." You cried, your breath ragged in your chest. He let out a humorless chuckle.

"Already? God, you're such a fucking whore... always so needy for my cock, but you can never take it for very long, can you? Probably because you're always thinking about jumping to someone else's, huh? Dreaming about letting everyone else run you through..." He grunted, and you pouted, shaking your head. Though you really wouldn't be opposed...

"No-."

"Just cum, babe. Don't fucking talk back." He snapped, and that did it, it sent you right over the edge. You let out a high moan, and James shoved your face into the mattress, pulling your hips up to fuck into you harder.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He wasn't letting up, not even after you collapsed onto the bed, he just pulled your head up by your hair and kept going, getting you close to the edge again as you whimpered. "James, please, I'm so sensitive-." He slapped your ass hard, making you help before he pulled you up, wrapping his hand around your throat as he pressed himself against you, speaking into your ear.

"And you'll take my cock until I cum inside you, so shut up." He snapped, before pushing you back and resuming his earlier pace. You felt like you were on cloud fucking nine, this was the James you'd been trying to get since the start.

"Fuck, I love this side of you." You sighed, and he slowed his pace a bit, and you could tell he was probably blushing from the way that he drummed his fingers on your hips.

"Really?" Bashfulness could wait.

"Really. Now use me, Potter. Make me sorry for flirting with someone else right in front of you." He paused inside of you, making you turn your head back to him in annoyance. Now was not the time to stop.

"Were you?" No, but currently the truth didn't matter, you just wanted him to fuck you senseless, and he'd been doing a pretty good job of that up until right now.

"Does it matter? I want your cock to fucking ruin me, are we clear?" You asked, and James's smirk turned dangerous before he shoved your face back against the mattress, reaching around to roughly squeeze one of your breasts.

"Oh, I'll ruin you, baby." He murmured, and his pace was unforgiving. You grinned as you chewed on yoru lip, loving the pleasant burn that being stuck at his whim gave you.

"Harder! Harder!" You begged, and James leaned down, biting onto your shoulder.

"Shut up." He hissed, and your lip trembled. You were so close. So close again.

"Jamie! Jamie, please!" You cried, feeling like your head was spinning as you arched your ass back and into him, hearing him chuckle as he groped across your body, his speed increasing. You felt one of his hands between your thighs, rubbing roughly at your clit and you gasped, trying to squirm away. Too much.. Fuck, it was all too much

"Good girl, take it all... take it all... you're such a fucking slut just take my fucking cock, make me feel good." He grunted, pinching your clit once, making you jump as you felt yourself nearing the edge again.

"So good... So good." You chanted, feeling your breath get pushed out of you at the end of each sentence.

"God, you're so fucking noisy." He sighed, and you trembled over the edge again, feeling every single bit of his stimulation as he continued to rub quickly at your clit, pushing you clear into another one.

"Cumming again! Fuck, Jamie.... Oh god!" You cried, feeling yourself shake into the bed as you bit onto the blanket, the heat enveloping you as you felt him continue his pace, punishing and fast... Fuck, it felt like you were on fire, but you didn't ever want him to stop.

"Good girl..." He was faultering. Finally. "God, I'm so close." He moaned, and you nodded. Yes. You wanted him to cum inside you, to make sure that when you limped back out to that party, there was a sign that he'd been there... even if only you two knew.

"Cum inside me! Please, Jamie!" You begged, and James grunted, thrusting hard inside of you, quickly and with far less rhythm. He was getting close, thank god... you loved the feeling of him cumming inside of you, of him using you. A moment later you were flipped back onto your back, your legs tossed over his shoulders. He looked so handsome like this, his hair in his face and his eyes wild... He should really let more people see it.

"Planned on it..." He sighed, pushing his hair out of his face as he let his head loll back. You sat up a bit, whimpering at the change of position so you could run your fingers over his stomach, his chest. He pushed you down again, bending over you. You didn't even know your legs could bend like this, fuck.

"James, please give me your cum. Please, please please! Please, Jamie I'll do anything." You cried, digging your nails into his back and scratching down as he continued his movements. He let out a low groan in your ear and shivered for a moment, clearly relishing in the slight sting.

"Oh, god."

"Fuck yes." You groaned, knowing he was moments away from cumming. He pushed your legs off his shoulders and fell onto his forearms, gripping close to you as he fucked into you harder, making you feel a pleasant sort of numb from the overstimulation.

"Take it, take my fucking cum! God, you're so good for it." Above you, he froze, thrusting deep inside of you before he trembled, the vein in his neck popping out as he let out a low moan, his cum filling you a moment later, and then he collapsed. "Fuck..." He grunted into your neck, and you sighed, wrapping your legs around his waist as you toyed with the back of his hair.

"That was so fucking good, Potter. Gotta get you pissed off more often, I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life, I don't know if I can even move right now." You sighed, and James was sitting up and off you a moment later, looking at you with furrowed brows. Right. The worry, the worry always followed the fun with him.

"Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" James asked, tracing his finger down your face, the concern clear. You shook your head, of course he didn't hurt you, he never hurt you. "I got carried away, let me clean you up and get you some water." He went to pull his pants on, but you cleared your throat. You didn't want him to leave.

"Jamie, hey... hey, I'm fine." You held your arms open, giving him a large smile. "Just c'mere, lay with me." You said, and he took a deep breath, nodding before walking over to you.

"Okay..." He was silent for a moment before he spoke. "I don't actually think you're a slut." James murmured, and you grinned. That was clear, that was a large part of this arrangement.

"I know, James."

"And you can fuck whoever you want." He said, and you chuckled, pulling him closer to you.

"Believe me, I know. Just quiet down, and then we'll get cleaned up." You said, and he glanced at the door, raising an eyebrow at the raging party just outside the door.

"What about the party?" He asked, and you shrugged.

"The girls can cover it. I really don't wanna move right now." You sighed, laying on your back as you stared up at your ceiling. He let out a loud sigh, sliding an arm under your head.

"Thank god, because I don't either." He sighed, and you leaned into him, tracing your fingers over his soft skin, his firm muscle...

"Lily looked cute tonight." You murmured, and James let out a wistful sigh. God, he was so in love with him it was almost embarassing.

"Yeah she did." He said, and you chewed your lip, looking over at him. Adding Lily into this... that could be fun, that could be a fun change of pace.

"We could... invite her sometime, you know." You murmured, kissing up the side of his neck as you traced your fingers over the skin of his abdomen, hearing him let out little pants.

"Lily? Does she like girls too?" He asked, his voice a tad higher than it had been a moment ago. You chuckled, lifting your head up to make eye contact with him.

"Uh... considering I've fucked her a few times, I would confidently say yes. She does." You responded, and James nodded, his eyes lighting up when he thought of it.

"Okay. Okay, then yeah we should, I just wanted to make sure it'd be fun for both of us." James explained, and you nodded. Of course it would be fun, honestly it would be fun to just see them together... considering how quickly James would become a whimpering mess.

"It would be so fun. I'll float the idea tomorrow and let you know." You sighed, and James gave you a large smile, pulling you into his side. It would be fucking amazing, you already knew it... Lily was the perfect contrast to James... plus, they seemed to work together quite well... You should tell James that, he'd love to hear it.

"Brilliant."

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The relationship between Hanako and Tsukasa after death

"Hey Amane, let's play together... Like we used to do"

The voice that Amane wanted but at the same time feared hearing. Her eyes fill with tears when he returns.

"Do you remember me?"

Every sentence of this reunion has the weight of pain and hurt. I'm back, you killed me but I'm here for you again, but will you protect her with that knife? The one you used to kill me.

The posthumous memories of Tsukasa, the boy who died because he loved too much. And the posthumous memories of Amane, or rather Hanako, the boy who died from suffering too much.

His tears don't reflect his fear of being hurt by Tsukasa, they reflect the weight of guilt. They reflect a side that he doesn't want to see, relive or talk about, it hurts a lot, doesn't it, Amane?

"Please don't come back to me, it hurts to see you again. Your presence constantly screams that I am guilty, that you are my sin that I have to bear even though I tried to escape this suffering. I took my life because I couldn't handle it, but you're still here…. I'm still here."

"Do you want me to leave, Amane? You have to decide. I need a reason to be here."

I want you to go, but I also want you to stay. I want to go back to where it all began….

I tend to talk a lot about Tsukasa, because he's hard to read and that makes him a challenge for me, but Amane… Ah, Hanako. The lonely boy who likes to pretend that everything is fine behind that disguised, pain-filled smile. Let's pretend everything is fine and let's have fun, let's escape reality for a bit.

How many times has he done this? "Yashiro is going to die, but I wanted her to have fun" was easier, wasn't it? Running away frees you from responsibilities, and if you have no responsibilities there is no pain. Hanako is a very hurt boy, and I'm not talking physically.

His pain reflects all the time, "because I want Yashiro to stay with me, I want her to come every day, I want to be the person who brings her happiness, I, I, I…. I want Tsukasa go back to who he was"

The fear of loss, of loneliness makes him want to move away from everyone, but when he loves, it makes him dangerous. How far would your fear of losing someone take you? Crying inconsolably to the point of falling to the floor after seeing the girl he likes being kissed by his younger brother, even though he knew Nene wasn't to blame, he cried.

Did he cry like that when Tsukasa disappeared? Or when he reappeared? Come on Hanako, show us Amane, stop hiding him from us, show us who you really are.

Tsukasa wants to see you demonstrate this. He knows you don't talk, he knows your weak point. So he always teases you because he wants to see your expressions, because even if you don't say how you feel, your body, your eyes, they give you away.

He wants to see when you won't be able to hold back anymore because he wants to see Amane and not Hanako. Tsukasa has come back to you now and he wants to know if everything he did was in vain, no one but you can tell.

A little boy who was trapped in his room because his body couldn't take much effort, daydreamed about flying through the clouds to reach the moon, he promised his little brother that he would bring the stars.What killed Amane's dreams?

"We no longer have a future"

"I'm not going anywhere"

You can feel it, can't you? The weight that these phrases have, the pain and suffering. He gave up on his dreams and why? Was it for Tsukasa?

Tsukasa in his post-death still seems to want to fulfill Amane's, now Hanako's, wish. What is Amane's wish? Free yourself and leave the world permanently? Being by Tsukasa's side?

Amane's look seems to reflect the desire to free himself from this pain, which he has been running away from for so long. Then this pain increases more and more each time your sin reappears.

"I like it when you hug me, I don't like it when you do bad things, I like it when you call my real name, I don't like it when you do things I can't control… Tsukasa, I love you and I hate you"

I tried to fix you. But it broke me.

Love and hate, that would be the summary of their relationship in the posthumous moments. There is love, but is there hate? No, my mistake.

There is hurt, there is resentment. Hate is a very strong word. Have you ever loved someone and that person hurt you deeply to the point that you wanted to stay by their side but at the same time you wanted to cry because you didn't want to relive it all again?

Because you loved the good times you had with that person, but you feared remembering the bad times. You are afraid of suffering again.

That's what happens here. "Even if it's unforgivable, I forgave it" Amane said.

So, let's talk about Hanako and Tsukasa.

Hanako who is ashamed and afraid to be around his younger brother because he doesn't want to relive the sin. And Tsukasa, the boy who is excited and happy to see his brother again but every now and then wants him to die.

It doesn't seem like revenge - said Yashiro.

If it's not that, is it Hanako's wish? "Let's leave together" I will make your wish come true, Amane… Let's do it

How many times hasn't Tsukasa said this?

Tsukasa seems to want to fulfill his last (?) wish. And Hanako even wanted to at the beginning since they cooperated together, even though they were separated most of the time. But, Hanako started to love someone else.

"will you protect her with the knife that killed me?"

You don't want me to fulfill your wish because you want to fulfill hers? Because if she doesn't die, it means the yorishiros haven't been removed…. Will you give up everything for her?

Sometimes I think that Hanako's wish was to remove the seals and get his wish. And so, he wished his brother had never sacrificed himself, Tsukasa would live and Amane wouldn't go anywhere.

This would be the greatest proof of love that Hanako would do for Tsukasa, but now he has Yashiro, who would he choose? Keep Yashiro alive or give back the life his brother sacrificed for him?

Poor Hanako, his pain grows more and more.

But the lingering question remains. What is Hanako's wish? Was he possessive of his brother? He didn't want him to get involved with anyone other than him? Did he want to get that thing out of Tsukasa? What was it about their relationship that made this happen?

If he was possessive, why does he now want his brother away, perhaps because he believed he wasn't his brother?

Hahaha, look, Hanako also has a difficult side to decipher. This doesn't seem to be anything new. And I'll admit to you, their relationship confuses me, a brotherly love mixed with possessive love. A few touches in strange places here and there, subtle but noticeable. What can we say?

Who are the Yugi twins? Is this the right question?

What were the Yugi twins like?

I don't know how to answer this question, what they became after Tsukasa's return is a mystery. The boy returned like a storm changing everything and everyone. How long did Amane endure this storm?

Enough for him to force the calm to arrive.

But if Tsukasa is the storm, Hanako must be the hurricane.

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vbecker10 · 1 year

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Hey could you do a Loki x reader where reader is insecure about her body after giving birth and Loki is doing everything he can to reassure that he finds her beautiful?

Hey anon!! I love this idea so much! I'm sorry about the wait, I didn't mean for it to take me so long to get to this one. I've never written anything where Loki has a child before but I've been wanting to. I hope you like this! 💚💚

You Are My Queen

Pairing: Jotun Loki x plus size female reader (y/n)

Warnings: self depreciating thoughts, issues with self image... but I promise lots of fluff (let me know if I forgot anything)

Summary: You and Loki are the proud parents of a beautiful one month old baby girl (Luna, I stole the name from a friend). You couldn't be more in love with your daughter and Loki but you can't stop the negative thoughts that have been plaguing you recently. You do your best to hide your growing concerns from Loki but one morning you reluctantly open up to him about how you really see yourself.

A/N: So... I added in Jotun Loki cause I literally couldn't help myself. I also made the reader plus size and added a bit of background into why she is feeling this way... enjoy!

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

You groan lightly as a hand gently touches your shoulder, pulling you from your dreams. Opening your eyes slowly, a smile creeps across your face as you look up at your boyfriend. You rub your eyes as his illusion melts away, leaving his skin a rich shade of blue and his eyes a deep red. "Hi Loki," you mumble sleepily.

"Hello darling," he says with a smile then he leans down to kiss you. You reach up and touch his cheek, running your fingers over the raised markings and keeping his lips on your for a moment longer.

"Did you just get home?" you ask, sitting up on the couch as he stands up again.

He nods, "I texted you about half an hour ago to let you know we landed."

"Oh no. I'm sorry I missed your text," you tell him suddenly feeling guilty for not responding. You had forgotten you put your phone on vibrate so the text and call alerts wouldn't wake Luna. "I must have fallen asleep after I put her to bed..." you explain as you get up from the couch.

"It's alright love, I imagine our daughter kept you quite busy these last few days," he assumes and you nod in agreement. This was the first mission Loki had been on since you had given birth and even though it was only for three days, you were exhausted. He extends his hand towards you and you take it, intertwining your fingers with his. "Come to bed darling," he says in a soothing voice, "I've missed you."

"I missed you too," you reply as the two of you head towards your bedroom but suddenly your attention is drawn to your daughter's room. She begins to cry loudly and you let go of Loki's hand. You reach for the door knob and pause for a moment, covering your mouth as you yawn.

"Go back to sleep, I'll take care of our little princess," you hear Loki say from behind you.

"Are you sure? You just got home," you ask.

"Of course. My brother was pestering me for pictures of Luna as soon as we began our return flight. I pretended to be asleep so he would leave me alone and I must have actually fallen asleep at some point. I'm probably less tired than you are, dear," he tells you and you can't help but laugh. He kisses your cheek then opens the door to Luna's room. "I'll be in shortly," he says.

You go to your room and get into the bed, pulling the covers around yourself. You fight to stay awake, hoping you will have a few moments alone with Loki but you can barely keep your eyes open. You smile as you hear Loki singing softly to calm your daughter back to sleep through the baby monitor on your night stand. Yawning again, you roll onto your side and give in, closing your eyes.

You roll over and reach for Loki, opening your eyes when you don't feel him in the bed with you. You sit up, stretching a bit as you look at the clock.

When you walk out of your bedroom, you see Loki standing in the middle of the kitchen with Luna in his arms. He is swaying from side to side slowly while he hums to her, the newspaper he is reading on the counter flips to the next page with a light green glow caused by him nodding his head. The kettle on the stove begins to whistle, Loki keeps one hand on Luna's back and with a wave of his other hand, a green glow picks up the kettle and turns off the stove. You shake your head with a smile as the kettle pours water into two mugs on the counter and Loki looks up from his reading.

"Good morning, darling," he smiles. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did," you tell him as you walk over to where he is standing. He leans down to kiss you and when he pulls back you look at your daughter. "Good morning princess," you say softly, kissing her nose as she looks up at you with her bright red eyes. Her tiny blue fingers reach for you and she grabs onto one of your fingers. "She looks so much like you," you say to Loki.

He jokes, "I think that might be because we are both blue my dear." You laugh and shake your head. "She is as beautiful as her mother," he tells you and you suddenly feel the need to force yourself to smile.

You look away from Loki abruptly and walk to the fridge to get milk for the coffee. "Are you alright?" he asks and you nod but still don't look at him. You add milk to both mugs before handing Loki his. You avoid eye contact with him, instead you pick up one of your daughter's books from the counter and flip through it. You can hear the familiar voices trying to force their way back into your mind, the voices that insisted you were never good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, thin enough. You had worked hard to get past them but it took almost nothing for them to reappear again.

"Hmm?" you ask as Loki finally gets your attention.

"I said, you should relax this morning," he suggests. "Luna and I have some reading to catch up on, don't we little one?" he asks your daughter and she smiles at him.

You consciously smile again, maybe relaxing wouldn't be such a bad idea. The voices were harder to push away when you were tired. Loki walks over to you and touches your chin lightly so you are looking up at him. "What is going on in that pretty little mind of yours?" he asks, obviously able to tell something is wrong.

You shake your head, not wanting to tell him. He strokes your cheek lightly and kisses your forehead. "Go unwind, love, we can talk after," he says, taking your coffee from you. Before you can reply you hear the water running in the bathroom. You nod and say thank you quietly.

You open the door to the bathroom and look around, Loki's magic never ceasing to amaze you. Steam rises off the nearly filled tub and there are lite candles lining the window sill. You can smell the lavender and oils which have been added to the water, causing a thick layer of bubbles to appear on the surface. A glass vase with an assortment of green flowers sits on the edge of the vanity.

You take off your pajamas quickly, careful not to catch your reflection in the mirror as you undress. You slip into the tub and sink under the bubbles as you close your eyes. Breathing deeply, you feel your body slowly relax in the warm water. You can hear Loki reading to Luna faintly, his voice changing slightly to match the various characters in whichever book he had chosen.

Gradually, your mind begins to wander. You had never thought much about your weight while in high school but when you first started college you realized you were always the heaviest girl in your classes. You tried all four years to control your weight but between your hectic class schedule and working full time there was little room to do things for yourself. Your weight never deterred you from making friends easily but it had held you back from ever being in a serious relationship. You dated occasionally but you found you had a hard time believing anyone was ever interested in you.

After you graduated, you got a job at SHIELD and excitedly moved to New York City. You were nervous about moving so far from home but you quickly became close with Wanda and Natasha, spending almost all of your free time together. The two of them had helped you arrange a schedule where they would go to the gym with you three or four times a week to keep you on track. About a month after you arrived, Loki and Thor joined the Avengers and you soon developed a crush on the God of Mischief. Your two best friends noticed of course and you did little to deny it, although you were adamant that he only liked you as a friend.

Eleven months later, you were still going to the gym several times a week, eating healthier and hopelessly in love with Loki who you had grown close to. Natasha and Wanda watched you get off the scale in the gym with a broad smile on your face. "Not much longer now," Natasha said, referring to your goal weight. You nod dramatically, you couldn't believe you were actually going to make it this time. "So, I think we should make this a little more interesting," she says and you look at her curiously. "Once you reach your goal, you have to ask Loki out on a date," she says and you look at her wide-eyed. You have no idea what possessed you to agree but almost a month later, you reached your goal and found yourself knocking on his apartment door to see if he wanted to go to the movies. Next month will be your three year anniversary, you think with a smile but it fades slowly.

You will need to buy a new dress if he wants to take you out to dinner like he usually does. Would you even be able to find a dress that would fit you now, you wonder. You open your eyes slowly and look at the clothing you had discarded by the door. None of your clothes from before the pregnancy fit anymore, it was a month since you had given birth and you hadn't lost a single pound.

In the beginning, you tried to continue going to the gym, desperate to keep the body you had worked so hard for but you were often too tired to stay long or your feet and back would begin to hurt. Your friends suggested you relax and pick up working out after the baby came and you reluctantly agreed. Your food choices also began to slip as soon as the craving started. Things you hadn't eaten in years were suddenly all you could think about and Loki would get you anything you asked for, day or night no matter how odd or hard to find. In the nine months you were pregnant, you had put on almost half of what you had originally lost and you felt as if you were a failure. Your biggest fear was that Loki would no longer find you attractive unless you lost the weight quickly.

A soft knock on the door causes you to jump in surprise. "Y/N," Loki says from the other side of the door. "Can we talk for a moment?"

A wave of worry spreads over you, whether it is rational or not and you respond, "Just let me get dressed." You hadn't let Loki see you without clothes on since you were almost seven months pregnant. You step out of the tub and grab a towel to dry yourself, sighing when you try to wrap the towel around your body and it barely closes. Holding it in place, you walk over to the vanity and suddenly realize you hadn't brought clean clothes to change into. All you had was the ill-fitting towel and the clothing you had worn the night before.

Loki knocks again, "Can I come in?"

"No," you respond quickly and you hear him take a step back from the door.

"Darling, are you alright?" he asks, the concern heavy in his voice.

"I'm fine, I just..." your words trail off as you see yourself in the full length mirror. You hold the towel as tightly as you can, wiping away a tear that streaks down your cheek. "Loki?" you ask quietly.

"Yes love?" he responds.

"I'm sorry I'm not..." you pause, searching for the right words. "I'm sorry I don't look the way I did before I was pregnant. I know how much you loved my body then and now it's..." You gesture to yourself in the mirror as more tears begin to fall.

"Y/N, what are you talking about? You know I think you are beautiful," he says and you hear him turn the door knob.

"Stop, please," you say and the door remains closed.

There is silence from the hall for a moment then Loki says, "Darling, I wish you could see yourself the way I see you." You wipe your eyes again using the back of your hand. "Are you standing in front of the mirror?" he asks and you nod then say yes. "What do you see?"

You take a deep breath, to try and calm your breathing as you look at yourself. "I see stretch marks everywhere," you say unable to hide your disappointment. "My stomach is flabby and my hips have gotten wider, none of my old pants or shirts fit anymore. Even your clothes, I tried to wear one of your shirts the other day and it wasn't loose like it used to be, it barely fit. My thighs are thicker and my arms jiggle, I see the spider veins on my legs and even my fingers feel swollen," you list all of the things you hate about your appearance and wait terrified for Loki to agree with you.

"Do you know what I see?" he asks and you stifle a sob. "I see the love of my life and the mother of my child. I see the woman who means more to me than anything in the nine realms," he says through the door. "I see someone who is full of strength and determination, who is caring and selfless, quick witted and exquisite. Y/N, my queen, you are a goddess."

You wrap your arms around yourself as you listen to Loki, etching his words into your mind in the hopes that they will keep your thoughts at bay.

"I know you don't feel proud of your body in this moment darling, but your body has given me the greatest gift I have or will ever receive," he tells you. You close your eyes and think back to the day you told Loki you were pregnant. That was the happiest you had ever seen him but it paled in comparison to the day you both met your daughter.

He then asks, "Do you love me less when I am in my Jotun form then you do when I am in my Asgardian form?"

"What? No, of course not," you tell him honestly. "I love you the same no matter which form you take."

"Then how could my love for you vary based on something as simple as your weight?" he asks and you struggle to find an answer. "Please, come out," he says and you wipe your eyes again.

You sniffle and bite your lip, "I don't have any clothes." A small green flash appears on the vanity and you slip on the jeans and t-shirt Loki conjured for you.

You open the door and find yourself frozen as you look down at Loki, kneeling in front of you. He smiles as he reaches to take one of your hands in his, your other hand quickly covering your mouth. "I wanted to do this next month for our anniversary but..." he pauses, opening his free hand to reveal a small velvet green ring box.

"Loki?" you ask, feeling your heart begin to race.

"I have loved you since the moment you awkwardly asked me to see a movie with you," he says and you giggle. "Y/N, you mean more to me then I could ever put into words, you are the one I've been waiting for my whole life. You are my queen, my love, my everything and I want to know if you will do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

"Yes!" you answer excitedly before Loki can even open the ring box. He stands up, wrapping his arms around you as he pulls you to him. He presses his lips to yours but the sudden sound of your daughter waking up hungry causes you to pull away.

"One moment, my little princess," Loki says with a laugh as he opens the box and slips the ring onto your finger.

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Star Wars: Kinktober 2023

Day 9: Sleepy (Fives)

Kinktober Masterlist

Clones aren’t given much in the way of vacation time or a break. That they get leave at all was simply due to convenience. If it were up to those Kaminoans the clones would all be kept in a warehouse until it was time to fight again.

Fives would have to find the time to thank the Jedi council for this free time. It’s only because of that that he ever got to meet you.

The last campaign had been a particularly brutal one. Fives didn’t need to say it, but you could tell when he asked to just go back to your apartment than to go out. Seeing his face at your door just solidified it.

“It was…Yeah, it was a lot.” That is all he says when you get the door shut behind you. “Sorry, I’m just really tired, Babe. That smells amazing, though.”

He insists on eating something of what you ordered. He goes through more than a regular man from both hunger and the simple fact he rarely gets to have real food. You take the dishes from him when he finishes, nodding towards your bedroom as firmly as any order on the field.

He falls asleep before you get in with him.

Several hours, and a little bit of sleep, later you wake to Fives against you. His facial hair tickles the back of your neck. A similar feeling to when he goes down on you and that same hair tickles the inside of your thighs.

You might have fallen back asleep if it wasn’t for the rocking of his hips. A slow grind against your backside while he sleeps.

Everyone was guilty of a sex dream now and again. It had been longer than anyone would have liked since you’d last had sex. It was for that selfish reason you reached a hand up against his cheek. Whispering “Fives,” to try and wake him up gently.

“Wha-?” he asks with a snort.

“You’re grinding in your sleep.” You whisper, straining to look back at him. “Specifically grinding against me. I can feel how hard you are, Fives.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Baby. I didn’t mean to wake you,” He says, laying back against the bed.

“I didn’t want you to stop. I just wanted to ask before we go any further,” You say, reaching a hand up to caress his face. “If you’re okay going further, that is. Not to pressure you, but I did buy you dinner.”

Fives has that clone grin that sends all the girls wild. Even when he’s half-awake you fall in love every time he looks your way. “If I’m ever not okay with sex, I want you to take my blaster and shoot, okay?”

He nuzzles into your neck as you laugh. “I don’t we’ll get there,” you said, helping him slip your pants down your ankles.

It’s harder than one would think to get stripped while under covers. Pants and underwear get lost in the sheets, tangled around ankles, and escaping onto the floor. That’s probably why so many couples just focus on getting the necessary items out of the way. But Fives didn’t want to go the easy route, he wanted to feel all of you.

His hands are calloused, but this makes it a pleasant feeling on your breasts. Squeezing your soft mounds, pinching the nipples, and massaging them on this side of rough.

His entire body is so warm you’re almost sweating. He hadn’t even touched your pussy yet and already you were moaning and groaning. Those sounds only got worse as his knee slid up between your thighs.

“Missed you,” He says, open mouth kisses on your neck. “Missed you so much.”

It’s a warm stretch as Fives pushes home. Both of you moaning into the empty air at the simple relief from being in each other’s arms again.

He makes slow but strong thrusts. Rolling deeply again and again with strokes that light a fire in your pelvis. Growing and growing Fives continues to massage your breasts and presses between your lower lips.

“Fives…” You call out in a whisper.

Your name comes from him just as desperately. Although Fives is the first to cum, he doesn’t stop his movements. Not until you’re getting just as tight around him. Milking his spent cock without worrying about having to clean up tomorrow.

“I missed you,” He repeated when you lay there in silence.

“Then you better keep coming back.” You tell him, falling back asleep with his cock still inside.

#reader insert #star wars #star wars imagine #kinktober 2022 #Fives x reader #Clone trooper fives #arc trooper fives #Kinktober 2023 #FLuff

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xspeter · 1 year

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okay i see how much you love miss music industry herself and i was wondering if you would be open to doing a finnick x reader story like based off the betty augustine james love triangle (but like in an au where he never was reaped for the games bc when do you see that) where reader is like augustine and basically finnick has he just as a summer fling but goes back to betty and she's just kind of there watching them from afar being in love while she loves him but was only ever a heat of the moment thing but she really loves him, and then she just kind grows to hate him because he used her and her love, it would be cool if it ended on a kind of angry my tears ricochet kind of note maybe she gets reaped and he like comes back and is worried for her like he actually cares and shes all like "why tf did you come here, you dont care about me you don't love me you just feel fucking guilty bc i could die" i just love the idea of a female rage kind of ending where the sadness and love turns sour bc we never see that, its usually like the reader wallowing and losing themselves over an man and always kind of gets away without any real guilt or remorse, BASICALLY i just want him to feel all the pain and guilt for his actions and kind of just left floundering like that. idk of thats something that peaks your interests but i'd love to read it if you do( this is literally my dream fic to read)!!

𝐁𝐘𝐄 𝐁𝐘𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ఌ

sometimes, you feel like a horrible person.

annie cresta and finnick odair were practically royalty. they were perfect for each other, and you were just… there.

until finnick and annie suddenly split, and annie went to visit her grandparents for the summer in the southern part of district four.

then, life seemed to be looking a lot better. finnick came to you for comfort. he knocked on your window in the middle of the night. he wanted you.

he helped you forget about your older brother, who had died in a fishing accident the year prior, and you helped him forget about annie. it was a win-win situation.

the beginning of june had started off awkward, because his wound was still fresh. almost everytime you saw him his eyes were glassy, but eventually, when you saw him he was smiling.

he was smiling at you.

by the end of june you had both admitted your mutual feelings for each other, and had started meeting secretly under bridges, behind buildings, anywhere you could really.

your parents and friends found it odd how much you blew them off, but you had shrugged it off, using the excuse ‘i’m just really busy at work!’

by july you and finnick had already kissed, and you had given him something important to you, your body.

he was the first to ever see it, and you were praying, that he would be the last.

the end of august was when things started to go downhill.

annie cresta had arrived back home on the seventeenth, and as soon as she did, you could feel finnick pulling away from you.

he denied it of course, saying things like, “you’re the only one for me.” or “you know i only love you.”

did you know though?

because now, mid September, you watch them enter a cafe together, holding hands.

finnick never held hands with you in public.

you watch as he kisses her sweetly, paying for whatever it was she ordered with no hesitation.

finnick had ended things with you barely a week ago, and now he’s already back with her? did this summer just mean nothing to him?

you feel the familiar build up of tears and immediately walk away from the shop.

besides, you have other things to worry about. tomorrow, one boy and one girl would be reaped for the 73rd annual hunger games.

you had survived for four years now, but you know you can never be too lucky.

when you heard your name announced, you swear your heart stopped.

“y/n l/n!” selodona, your districts announcer, reads your name from her tiny slip of paper.

with shaky legs you walk to the stage, trying to ignore the eyes on you. trying to ignore his eyes on you.

you don’t need his pity. not after he lied to you for months. not after he tore you apart.

you barely even register the male tribute, until you’re both forced to shake hands. when you do look at him, you recognize him as martin fraser, a boy you often fish with.

he manages a small smile and you attempt to do the same.

“please, a round of applause for this years tributes!”

silence.

instead, numerous people kiss the tips of their fingers, and holds them high in the air. selodona, clearly unsure of what to do, ushers the both of you into the court house.

she shows you both your private rooms where you’ll be given fifteen minutes to say goodbye to whoever you would like.

the first to visit is your mother, father, and younger brother, jaxon.

your mother tells you to stay vigilant, your father tells you to utilize your strength in the water, and your brother pleads with you to stay alive.

after they leave, your friend, masriska visits. she’s crying and by the time she leaves so are you.

you don’t expect the doors to open again after she leaves, so when they do, your heart immediately drops.

you don’t even have to turn around to know who’s entered the room.

“y/n-” finnick starts, but you cut him off.

“dont even say anything.” you snarl, wrapping your arms around your chest and turing around to look at him.

his eyes are glassy and he’s shaking, but you don’t care.

he doesn’t get the right to care about you anymore.

“y/n, please,”

“why are you here finnick?” you question, “because the last time we talked, you told me that you had never meant for our relationship to move past just a summer fling. that you had always planned to go back- go back to her!” you shout.

finnick tenses and sniffles, he stuffs his hands in his pockets and glances to the side. “i’m sorry, y/n. i… i really am. and now this is happeing to you and i just-”

“you just what? literally, what?”

finnick stutters, but before he can get out the words peacekeepers are ushering him out of the room.

selodona enters when they leave, pulling you with her to bring you to the train.

and some, sick, twisted, part of you hopes you die in that arena, just so finnick has to live with himself.

has to live, with what he did to you.

bye i hate this. throwing up crying screaming at the sky

#finnick odair x reader #finnick o’dair x reader #finnick odair #finnick o’dair #hunger games #the hunger games #thg #the hunger games x reader #angst #request

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glimmerlofsea · 10 days

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Billy Hargrove x Reader

MASTERLIST

MIND IS A PRISON

Warning : mention of blood, mention of One ( a.k.a Henry ), flayed!billy but not too flayed¿ The reader has power.

WC; 3,1k

#TALKISSA; it's like you were one of the people who opened the gate, fell into One's trap, and when you wanted to meet him he used a host, didn't dare show himself, he threatened to hurt your sister, Eleven. From there your determination to protect Billy grew bigger, he was trapped in his own thoughts because of you. You have the ability to block things out and feel and absorb other people's emotions when making physical contact. And your abilities I was inspired by Musa Winx Saga! Because I really love her! Hope you enjoy it, issea! ♥ω♥

It was started when Dr. Brenner wiped your memory clean, literally you are the sister of Eleven or Jane the girl in the lab, but your mother really managed to have her memory erased this time, just like you. Once Brenner felt you were old enough, you became his employee, wearing white every day. Taking care of his experimental children, you don't want to do that work, especially after you find out that he separated you from your mother, you are furious.

Your anger made you decide to try to kill him, that's when he threatened to kill your sister— Subject number Eleven. You would never want your little sister to get hurt, so you obeyed his every command.

Sometimes when you get a shift to keep an eye to the subjects in the Rainbow room you steal a glance to see Eleven, sometimes she catches you looking at her, you don't panic but smile which she smiles back.

You feel guilty for her because she has to be detained in this hell too, and moreover forced to use her abilities.

'Ability'. You have it, that's why Brenner experimented with you, you have a number tattoo on your left wrist, you are number six. While other children have the ability to telekinesis and the like, you don't, your ability is to block something, be it thoughts, or visions so that they lock their gaze on you— But that can only be done when you making any physical contact. Because it is related to blocking, you can feel or absorb someone's emotions when you touch them.

You don't use your abilities very often, nor does Brenner think your abilities are useful. When he looks down on you too much, there is one person who admires your abilities, his name is Henry. Henry Creel, or what people know in the Lab is 001. No one exactly knows, except you.

Your anger grew bigger when Henry said that Brenner wanted to use your sister as a war leader at that time, from there you swallowed his trap raw.

A few days after he disappeared, you immediately carried out his plan, namely inviting any contacts related to the 'Upside Down'. You're not thinking straight, Henry said that if he disappeared it was a sign that civilization would soon begin, children used for experiments could be freed—Especially Eleven. You fell into the trap, once you realized what you were doing you decided to live like you were being hunted by the police.

Clairvoyance. Eleven has that ability, but unfortunately you don't, you can't see your sister, believe me, even though you are far away, you still go around almost every day to find her trace. But what you got is nothing.

After 2 years of hiding in Hawkins, you realize the fatal deed you did to open the 'Gate'. Almost took many lives.

One day you wake up from your sleep, someone approaches you— or more precisely a voice approaches you in your dream, you know that voice very well. 001.

He said he would kill Eleven if you didn't show up at the Hawkins Pool Community that night, you immediately rushed to put on whatever clothes you had to go there.

The atmosphere was quiet, as if there was no life there, only the sound of the water swaying because of the wind, you looked for a room for the Lifeguards, there you found a guy whose back was to you. He didn't wear clothes. And what is certain is that he is definitely not 001.

"My favorite." He muttered as he chuckled, then he turned to look at you. You never saw— Well, you almost never looked closely at people because of your hiding.

"One." Your short reply still neutralizes your facial expression.

He smiled and walked towards you, taking his towel to dry his still wet hair, "Six."

"Or should I call you Y/N?"

You shudder in horror, the only people who know your name are you and Brenner, you don't show any reaction, what is in front of you now is the person who made Hawkins miserable.

When the distance between you was only a few inches you looked up to see his face clearly, he started to touch your cheek with his hand, "Still pretty as before."

You threw his hand away, "Hands off."

He chuckled,

"What do you want." You said angrily.

"Join me, Y/N. Join me then we can rule this world together, exterminate the useless commoners here."

"If I join you, you won't do anything to her?"

"Her? Oh! Eleven." He replied while showing his neat gritted teeth, he chuckled a lot, "That little girl."

"Stay away from her."

"Y/N, Y/N. You are a fool, she doesn't even know you, and you don't even know that your life is at stake coming here, right? You and your little abilities, I can immediately slam you here."

You tightened your jaw, "Who is this?"

He pointed towards himself, "This? Just a guy who holds a lot of grudges, what? Similar to me, right?"

His little chuckle makes you sick, he uses other intermediaries, doesn't dare to show himself, such a coward.

"You told me," You pointed your finger at him, holding back your tears remembering that because of your actions the gate opened and buried souls, souls who didn't even know what happened here.

"If I opened the gate it would help that experimental civilization end. I did it to stop this injustice! Not to take many innocent lives! What did they do to make you trick me like that? I believe you! I—"

He covered your mouth and pushed you until you were trapped against the wall,

"Sshh, you talk too much don't you?" he asked.

You raised your hand but he blocked it on the wall, the hand that was originally on your mouth blocked both of your hands on the wall,

"Don't you realize? You are nothing. No one can compare to me. Especially you?" He's exclaimed.

Your eyes are watery and you are already shedding tears. If you think about it, what he said is true, you are nothing compared to him, your abilities cannot be used to fight him, let alone save someone.

"Join me."

You shook your head with adamant, even though you know your sister's life is at stake, you won't just let him catch Eleven, even if you have to sacrifice your life, you will do it for her.

"I'd rather die."

He smiled, "As you wish."

He starts to untie his hands from your hands and restrains you, lifting your body effortless, you hold his hands, trying to let go but in vain, you can't breathe, you don't want to die, you want to save and protect your sister.

You start to use your ability to absorb someone's emotions, sometimes you see flashbacks of their story, and you are doing this to that innocent guy.

Your ability had the effect of him taking control of himself which was taken over by One.

All you see in glimpses of his life is a blonde woman, the ocean, and his surfing.

He started to close his eyes and used his free hand to hit himself on the head, his grip loosened, you kept your contact, you didn't have time to go any further into his life because he had already let go of you, making you fall on the floor.

"Get out of my head!" He's screamed.

You try to catch your breath and hold your neck while coughing, while you see him holding his head in both hands, in front of you while kneeling. You decide to help him, he is innocent, not guilty.

Once you feel like you've got a lot of air you approach him and kneel in front of him, you can block One inside him for a while, you take his hand and hold it, at least it makes him calmer than before.

He's fragile. You can feel it inside you, he holds a lot of unrequited grudges, and a lot of pain weighs him down. For a while you can absorb his emotions, make him calm and not feel too much, but the minus of your ability is that you easily become weak psychologically, considering people's emotions are too draining. But this time, you are determined to do it, One is within him because you opened the gate.

He grimaced in pain, for some reason, making you drain more of your energy to absorb his emotions,

"Enough."

"What?" You asked.

He looked at you, locking it onto you, "You'll be weak. Part of him is still in me, but you're easing it, right?"

You just stay silent. "I just blocked it for a while."

He nodded, "Thank you."

"You want me to carry on?"

"Could that possibly hurt you?"

You nodded your head, "My energy is decreasing, yes, but I can hold it."

You and the guy sat in the locker room, you kept your physical contact so that it didn't come off and One didn't take control of himself.

"What's your name?" You asked.

"Billy. Billy Hargrove."

"It's all my fault, Billy, I'm sorry. You heard everything, and I will make sure to protect and save you. I promise."

With you saying that he turned to you, looking at it turned to your neck which was starting to bruise from remembering how tightly he strangled you, he turned his gaze again towards you, "I'm sorry for that."

You nodded, "It's okay. You're in his control."

When you held your hand tightly you felt something. Yes, he held a grudge, but the hurt was bigger than that. You feel passionate about anger, jealousy, misunderstanding, it gets darker, but you know the dark emotions he has because of his past. You can't see clearly, the important thing is that you can feel it, it's always like that if you absorb other people's emotions, you will feel like you are them, making you feel the enormity of Billy's pain and shed tears.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked.

You stiffened your head, wiping your tears with your other hand, "No. Feeling better?"

He nodded, "Whatever you did to me, I feel better. Thank you. Your name is Y/N?"

You thought for a moment, "No one should know, but yeah, my name is Y/N."

"I don't know what to say other than thank you. And I apologize for my words."

"No need to apologize Billy, it wasn't you, you should have known."

"I won't hurt that girl. I promise, I will try to stop him."

You smiled, holding his warm hand tightly, “Thank you.”

Not long after, you heard a very loud banging on the door, it made your contact go off, Billy just kept quiet and approached the door which was supposed to be the entrance to the outside for the lifeguards.

"Billy, what's wrong?" You, who had been following him like a pet, let out your voice.

You don't get an answer, the look on his face is different, he walks past you to confirm something, you follow him again.

Until you arrived in front of the sauna, you saw someone— a girl in the sauna, while Billy was already laughing, he came back, you know that.

You grabbed Billy's shoulder to avoid being impressed, "Billy, you promised you wouldn't hurt her!"

He ignored you and kept walking, you held him again, "Billy—"

He grabbed your jaw roughly, “Keep your mouth shut.”

"You promised—"

He let go of your face.

When he had fully entered inside, the sauna door suddenly closed. You widened your eyes while Billy pounded on the door, you approached him,

"What are you doing!?" He asked in a high tone, indicating he was angry.

"I didn't do anything!" You replied, you wanted to open the door but couldn't, as if someone was holding it.

"Who are you?" A boy's voice comes from behind you.

You turned around and realized there was a group of kids gathered there, one of whom was Eleven...

You smiled in relief, "El,"

El seemed to be trying to remember you, while her friend beside her asked, "Do you know her, El?"

El widened her eyes, but still trying to neutralize her gaze, you saw the light in her eyes, indicating that she remembered, "You from the lab."

The boy beside her pulled El back.

You stepped forward, and they all backed away, "I don't—"

"Open the door!" Billy shouted from behind the door, hitting the door, making you flinch and turn your back to all the kids, trying to position yourself in front of all of them.

You turned to look at the kid, and locking your eyes on the redhead, you saw her in a flash of Billy's memory, "You. You know him well, right?"

The girl looked at her friends before looking at you again, "He's my step brother."

Before you could speak, one of them stepped forward, you saw him raising his temperature,

"What are you doing?! You will hurt him!” You exclaimed, you had promised Billy protection, you couldn't let them hurt him. But you hesitated, the other self in Billy wanted to hurt your sister.

"He's not him!" Replied one of them wearing his bandana.

You saw Billy who backed away and hid on the floor,

Before you could hear what he said you felt someone touch you, you turned your head and saw Eleven, you smiled at her,

"I'm not like the bad guys they have, El."

She nodded, "I know. I feel it, you are good, not like them."

She hesitated to say the words, "You're sister. You're Y/N."

You widened your eyes, surprised that El knew your name and who you were, "What?"

"I'll explain later."

You get a brilliant idea, "I have an idea." Your suggestion made them all look at you,

"He's close." Said the boy with his bowl hair style holding the back of his neck, he was the boy you trapped to open the gate... Surely the feeling of guilty was starting to swallow you, but not long after that you felt someone touch your shoulder, it was the red haired girl, "Whatever you have help my brother, please."

You nodded, “I'll try my best.”

You approached the boy wearing his bandana, "What's your name?"

"Lucas."

"Lucas, I need you to stabilize the temperature, I'll go in there, try not to burn us but you have to make sure the shadow leaves Billy's body, okay?"

Lucas nod, you decided to take off your jacket so you only show your white tank top,

"Please be careful." El asked.

You smiled and nodded, “I will make myself alive for you.”

Seeing Billy in disguise, you immediately entered the sauna, the door was locked again by El using her ability, it felt very hot, you knew this wouldn't happen quickly,

You knelt beside him, starting to touch his shoulders, the plan you had was to block One's control, so he would feel the heat of the sauna alone while Billy kept trying to take control.

"I promise to protect and save you." You said softly, "Hanging in for Max."

You know her name because Billy mentioned that name several times in his memory.

Billy looked at you, he didn't show any expression, "I told you you were nothing and a fool girl, right?"

His lips trembled, as if he was trying to take control of himself.

"There is something wrong." You heard Lucas camping.

When your body is really burning, you feel something stuck in your stomach, you are suffocating, your throat feels dry, pieces of ceramic are stuck in your stomach.

“Y/N!” You heard El scream.

Billy flashed a grin and pushed you until you were cornered on a chair lined up against the wall. Billy stood up and tried to break the door.

You forcefully pulled the ceramic from your stomach, you closed your mouth tightly to endure the pain.

Seeing Billy who was getting more aggressive, you tried to stand up.

"Hold the door!" You shouted.

You approached Billy to strangle him from behind with both hands even though you had to jump, holding back your pain you tightened your stranglehold.

"Pick your match, asshole."

You heard Billy's choking, you took advantage of your touch to block him, but he pushed his body back making your back hit the wall hard, you screamed in pain, but you didn't let go, you still try hard to block him.

"RAISE THE TEMPERATURE!" You shouted.

When you felt the temperature getting hotter, you heard Billy groan, you were still choking him, but you loosened your grip because you felt One was getting weaker inside Billy.

Billy managed to release your stranglehold, that's when he screamed loudly, making a black shadow come out of his body and fly freely out of the sauna.

You start to feel the temperature dropping because all you feel is cold. Hell nah! You weren't possessed by him, but your wound made you feel hot and cold.

The sauna door opened, El was the first to approach you, "Y/N," She whispered and knelt next to you.

"I'll never let him hurt you." You said to El as you touch her face with the one hand that wasn't stained with your blood.

With that they all gathered around you, you looked at Lucas and smiled, "Good job, kiddo. Thanks a bunch."

You felt something touch your stomach, you winced a little, but it turned out it was just Billy who was holding back your bleeding with his small towel, you two locked your gaze to each other, "Did I succeed in protecting and saving you?" You asked while smiling.

"More than that."

He took your hand to put it around his neck, while Max held your other hand, "I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm sorry."

You looked at Billy, "How many times do I have to tell you that it wasn't you? And it wasn't your fault, don't be sorry."

For several days you were hospitalized because of stitches on your stomach, but that didn't last long, El took you to stay at her friend's house, precisely Mike Wheeler's house, for a while you two stayed in their basement. That's when El started to explain everything.

"I met Mama." Her words caught your attention,

"Truly?" Your eyes sparkle.

She nodded, "I did a vision, saw her who only remained in the shadows, that's where I knew you existed, you were real, you were my sister. Mama remembers you, Y/N, always remembers you, but Papa threatened to hurt you, Mama didn't want that to happen, so she was forced to let you go. When I was born, it turned out that Papa kept grabbing her baby, making her angry and doing things she shouldn't have done, so she became... silent forever."

While El was explaining that, your tears were rolling down your cheeks, she remembered you, she loved you so she left you, she remembered you were her daughter.

"Can we visit her?" You asked.

She replied, "I'm not sure."

You just nodded in understanding.

"Look who's here!" Max exclaimed, didn't know where she came from. You wiped your tears and saw Billy coming in from the basement door.

You chuckled at Max's enthusiasm, "My lovely brother!"

"Shut it, shitbird." Reply Billy, you justified your position on sofa, trying not to damage the 'stitching' which will damage your skin.

"And I'm your step-brother."

Max rolled her eyes, "Whatever."

Lucas, Mike, Will are going to the mall to buy their own necessities, who knows what they need, while Max invites El to follow the boys, leaving you alone with Billy.

Billy landed himself next to you,

"Hello," You said smiling at him, he looked at you and smiled, "Hi."

"Feel better?" he asked.

You sighed, "It's better, but I'm exhausted~"

Billy smiled with your expression to describe the word 'exhausted'.

"I am sorry."

You exuded harshly, grabbing his hand, "Again? Don't be sorry! Do I have to absorb that feeling forever?"

Billy pulled his hand away, not letting you do anything to him, "No. You're still recovering."

You sighed and grabbed his hand again, "I won't do anything. Just don't think it's your fault anymore, okay? That's a heavy burden for you. I'm fine, the proof is that I'm still alive and talking to you, right? After all, I'm the one who promised to protect you from the start, I will protect you forever, Billy."

Billy chuckled, "Want to be my guardian angel?"

"Haven't I become that?"

You both broke into laughter, Billy felt calm and at peace next to you, not because of your ability to absorb emotions, but because everything you did made him feel safe.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" He asked breaking the silence, you raised your eyebrows, "Is this like a date?"

"I would be happy to call it that."

You chuckled and nodded, “Sure.”

You moved your legs, unsure of what you were doing, but you did it, you kissed him, right on the lips. He didn't hesitate to reply, it felt like 'make out' first, then 'date'.

You hear many voices groaning, "MY EYES!"

You broke the kiss by gently pushing Billy, but he didn't want it to end, he moved to your jawline, your neck, leaving a few marks there. You hit his chest lightly to stop him,

You looked at the kids who had gathered from the door, you smiled, "Sorry, kids."

Lucas leaned forward, "Can you absorb the emotions of a girl who is on her period? I'm curious."

You held back your laugh, while you felt Billy put his head on your shoulder, If I could do it, I would've done it, Lucas. "

Lucas just nodded,

“Is that what you wanted to ask me about Y/N, asshole?!” Max exclaimed looking at Lucas,

Lucas steadied his head and immediately ran up the stairs, "No lie!" His exclamation made Max chase after him.

You shook your head. You saw Mike, El, and Will following Max and Lucas upstairs.

You turned to Billy, "You know she loves you, right? And I know deep in your heart you love her, Billy."

Billy rolled his eyes, "Alright, alright, you got me. No matter how much of a pain in the ass she is, she's still my sister."

You smiled and kissed his cheek, "How about 8pm at Jillian's Yummy store?"

Billy chuckled, "That restaurant has bad deserts, babe."

Now you're the one rolling your eyes, "Oh, come on! You haven't tried their pasta! It's the best."

“Okay, whatever you want, Princess.” He replied giving a short kiss on your nose.

There is nothing happier than you succeeding in saving two important people in your life, El, who is your sister, and Billy, you promised Billy that you would provide him safety and protection. Besides, you're his Guardian Angel now, aren't you? You saved them both and that is what is most important. But everything is not over yet, One's whereabouts are still a mystery, until he's gone no one can get a happy ending.

Author Note : My writing is getting worse... sorry, Issea. And plans to create a masterlist are always on hold! I'll do it as soon as possible! (´✪ω✪`)♡

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