#I started drawing this wayyy before I was caught up

[kneelingshadowsalome]

God the idea of Simon having a s/o that's like wayyy shorter than him something like 5'5 is doing things to me. This man is 6'4 something and he's HUGEEE AF, like i think it would be a turn on for him, having his babe so small underneath him. And i don't even need to get into how probably big he is down there too? The struggle to take him in everytime but the afterwards is a pure bliss. Ugh.

Like, i agree with what you said, this man is an epitome of masculinity. And the need and want to take care, love and protect his mate. <3 <3

Mmm. Mmmm.

Ok I'm just gonna leave this here.

Original photo: @ S0CIALHUNTER on Twitter

This is not a Drill

Word count: 2.2 k

Tags/warnings: SMUT 🔞, a dash of fluff, size kink (obviously), size difference, swearing, premature ejaculation, penetrative sex toy. F!Reader.

A/N: Gaahh. No poetry this time. Just pure filth. Enjoy 🍽

This might just be one of your better ideas.

You've done this in secret for two weeks now, hoping by the time he arrives, you'll be able to surprise him with how well you've trained yourself to receive him.

If you can take a large toy so well, day after day, it should help with taking him in more easily too. Right?

As in, take in the biggest dick you've ever had and, god willing, will ever have.

You're actually quite proud of yourself. Not only does this thing keep you juicy, but it also makes you thirst for him even more. The need to have something even bigger inside you, the knowledge that he can provide that bigger thing, makes your lips purse, makes your walls throb as you remind yourself that tomorrow, your man will finally come home.

…Except that the stealthy fucker has chosen to arrive a day early. You don't even hear him before he's at your bedroom door. Fuck his profession, fuck all that experience in sneaking around, even with all that mass…

He comes in just in time to see how the said dong comes out, slick with your wetness.

Oh shit–

"Well. What do we have here?"

He looks at the brutal object in your hand, then raises his eyes to you – flustered you, lying all naked and throbbing and flushed on the bed. He can barely hold back a smile, but it's his eyes that laugh with an amused gleam.

"Careful or you'll hurt yourself with that thing."

That's some cheese coming from someone who's even bigger than the crude thing in your hand…

"You said you'd come tomorrow," you mewl as your excuse. He cocks his head a little, raises an eyebrow.

"Disappointed?"

"No, of course not, but–"

"You want help with that?"

He gives a side eye to the toy still in your hand. You blink a few times, then reach to set it somewhere, anywhere – the bedside table has to do, but you're too clumsy, and the toy drops to the floor and rolls at his feet.

Jesus, could things get any more embarrassing?

He examines the sorry thing with a stare that says How pathetic. Because even if to you, it's gigantic, it's nothing compared to what he's got in those pants. And he knows it too.

"Now ain't this convenient. I can go straight in, right?"

"I– I'm not sure," you breathe with anticipation.

"Let's give it a try then."

He doesn't even wait for your admission, which would only be a blaring, blazing Yes please sir. He doesn't trouble himself with undressing, merely crawls to the bed and over you.

He pulls back only to get himself out of those jeans, and it always looks like he's drawing out a massive weapon. Even in his hands, which are fucking huge, the cock looks like an oversized beast. He's fully hard, too, probably started to gather blood there the minute he saw you on that bed, puny and shy and caught red-handed.

And he's as impatient as can be: finally, there's a chance he can drive that cock right in, that he doesn't have to warm you up for half an hour with mouth and fingers and hear you cry when it still takes a few tears and some swearing as he guides it inside.

But the toys are no help, it seems. The massive head of his cock disappears in you, alright… But that doesn't mean it feels safe or sound.

"Oh, no. No, no."

He halts, hovering over you with just the tip inside, pulsing wildly.

"No?"

Ugh, why did you have to pick the biggest colossus of a man to be your fuck buddy for the rest of your life?

"Just… slowly, ok?"

"Yeah. Yeah."

He swallows and gets back to it, more slowly this time, and the spread is delicious – but it's also blinding, and you always have to remind yourself to keep breathing.

You just need to relax; it can fit, it has been there dozens of times before…

"Fuck, you're– you're even tighter down here," he groans with a dry throat and a heavy accent that makes you instantly clench around him.

It appears that you have only managed to train your inner muscles with that ridiculous dildo.

So much for trying to coax yourself open with toys…

He feeds more of that thickness in, in, in, until his balls make contact; they press against your flesh while your pussy hugs him with a perfect O shape. You bite your lip and hold your breath, and you're not the only one gaping at the scene in mild shock and admiration.

"Look at that…"

He doesn't even bother to tone down the drunken arousal in his voice which always drops down a few notes when he's fucking you. But every now and then, it's tinged with concern. How the hell can you even take him fully in?

He glances your way with the smallest smile playing at the corner of his mouth, muscles taut with anticipation. The man simply can't wait to ruin you.

"You ready?"

No…??

You give him a frail little nod and some high-pitched, broken whimpers from your mouth.

"Uh-huh?"

He chuckles, then withdraws, slowly… But the next thrust is not that gentle, and your brows knit together in pleasure and pain. Well, it's not exactly pain, just… It's a little too much. If the angle was even slightly off, it would hurt. The wetness no doubt helps this business, but you still find your teeth sinking into your lower lip again – he starts to roll his hips, fuck you with experimental thrusts that, blessedly, don't plunge too deep.

You feel your inner walls both accommodate him and tighten around him; greedy, like it's no problem at all to have far too big a shaft stuffed down there. And not just crammed, but plowing: back and forth like you're a toy, too.

"What in the bloody hell have you been doing…"

He detects the tense muscles that pull him in every time he reaches the base. You're too small for him; that fact was established long ago. But added with the clenching and throbbing pulse of your cunt, a fervor that tries to suck him like he's a fat stick of candy cane makes his jaw gradually fall open. The man looks like he's going to pass out.

"Were you doing that shit for me?"

You smile and flutter your lashes innocently, all the while a giant is trying to work his giant cock in you.

"Yup. Welcome home, I guess?"

He looks at you, not with mirth, but with reproof. You're playing with fire, toying with a sharp blade, and teasing a man of his size might not be the best of your ideas.

But that's exactly what you are; a goddamn tease. You just can't help it. You know he gets an equal kick out of this setting: of you being so small. Anyone is small compared to him, but you're small compared to anyone. Next to him–not to talk under him–you look like a helpless doll.

And perhaps that's what this is all about: perhaps one of these days, you want him to wreck you.

Use you.

Even the very thought makes your cunt wrap around him again. Massive thighs at least twice the size of yours force your legs wide apart as he goes deeper – so deep that you can feel those balls again, hefty slaps against you as he tries to bury himself inside a place he's not meant to fit.

You always wonder what you look like under him, disappearing entirely under a dark shadow and hundreds of pounds of muscle. Spreading your thighs to offer too tight a slit to what's practically a monster. It must always be forced inside with sweat, patience, and needy grunts. How insane it must look for that thing to disappear inside you again and again until you're loaded with him… His cum never stays inside before you reach the shower, but the feel of it running down your thighs is absolutely glorious.

You notice he slows down the pace, which is odd. Normally, he's fucking you with abandon at this point.

"What's wrong?"

He huffs above you, chest swelling with shallow, alarmed breaths.

"Wrong? What's right, more like…"

He resumes with a thrust or two, looks down to where you are joined, and lets out an aggravated groan.

"I'm sorry, I can't…" He draws back as if to pull out completely, and you whine a complaint. A decision is made right away; he sinks back inside, fills you again and again, until…

"I think I'm gonna cum," he informs with apologetic alarm.

Oh.. Right.

… Already?

"It's ok… it's ok," you sweep your hands up his back, clutch him to make it known that he can collapse like a tower upon you, and you would only feel enthusiastic about getting buried under the rubble.

Use me.

Just fucking take me.

The look on his face is a rare glimpse behind the walls of a remorseless soldier: something primal but vulnerable, something fragile that only you are allowed to see.

"You can use me," you whisper, and it's like a spell that calls upon disaster.

"Ah, Christ…"

It takes only a split-second before he accepts your offer in full. You're planted in the mattress with starved thrusts, his thighs and chest spread you open until he's drilling you in an almost 90 degree angle. You're concerned for the bed's capacity to take this sort of plowing when you should perhaps worry more about your poor abused pussy.

It's such a heaven that your jaw falls open, too. You're dreamy and helpless under him while he's far from feeble. He looks like thunder above you, especially when you're looking at him like he's a demigod.

Like you're in love.

Which you are… And he knows it, even without that adoring bimbo stare you give him.

"Gonna–cum. Fuck, I'm gonna–"

You can almost see the sweat breaking, can feel the cock inside you jolting even when there's no room for it to do such a thing.

"Fuck–! "

It swells inside you as he cums with a painful groan. The orgasm seems to just last and last, and you realize with horror and thrill that the guy hasn't had a wank in days. Work has been a bitch, then, and you get to pay for it – a punishment you suffer with glee.

He gives you his all, squeezing you between arms that feel like a too tight cage, crushing you with a chest that feels like a compression machine burying you under an iron weight. Hard thighs press against yours until you're spread open for him to be buried in to the hilt.

And you know it gives him hell that he finished before you: it's on par with a failed mission, you suppose. Your mission, however, was a success. The body around and over you is coiled tight, but the tension gradually leaves. Obviously it makes him feel even more heavy.

He finally goes slack against you, just like you wished, and you almost squeal while getting imprisoned by a heap of heaving muscles. He's catching both breath and the remains of his pride as he lies there on top of you. The cock inside gives an occasional pulse, but you're forever hungry.

This man should be illegal…

You know you won't be left stranded for long, and seeing him so utterly done gives you enough satisfaction for now. You can wait for him to finish you in other ways.

"You're fucking dangerous," he huffs in your ear while trying not to crush you completely with his weight. He's gathering his strength in the solace of your neck, and you smile like you're on drugs.

"Does that mean you like me..?"

"What do you think," he snorts humorlessly on your skin, but you know he's more than happy. "'Welcome home'... Bloody hell, woman."

"I'm glad you're here," you laugh and place a hand on that broad back to caress him gently.

"Yeah. You can keep that toy."

"Perhaps I'll finish myself with it," you chirp to annoy him a bit more. Another triumph: you have to suppress a laugh upon hearing him groan.

"Now give me a bloody minute…"

Poor man. The thought that you feel just too fucking good to him, so good that it makes him lose control, gives you such a high that it's just sinful. The thought that a stoic goliath like him is rendered weak on top of a small, harmless woman is more intoxicating than a wine glass filled to the brim.

You pet the back of his neck and know he's probably tired from work and wants to sleep. You wouldn't object to falling asleep too while he's holding you.

"How about we give it another try after a nap?"

Your offer makes him rumble softly, contently; the man's ready to drop but also thoroughly enamored. Your heart skips a beat from pure happiness.

"Mm. You always have the best ideas."

#ghost x you #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #ghost smut #mw2 smut

[mazeinthemiroh]

Hi! i hope your having a good day. i love your work and was wondering if you could maybe do skz headcannons with an idol s/o who’s the main dancer in their group?

stray kids with their main dancer idol! s/o

genre: headcanons; fluff, general, idol! s/o

word count: 0.8k

warnings: none

pls like and reblog if you enjoyed! feel free to request anything <3

bangchan

chan is always keen on self-improvement and finds that you help a lot

if he feels he's lacking in the dance department, the likelihood is he'll seek you out

not that he'll ever directly ask for help lmao

but sometimes you can just sense it and take the hint

he appreciates how much of a perfectionist you can be with your art. he's the same, of course

he feels like your brains are more similar than he thought to begin with, and through understanding how you work he recognises how much you focus and try hard to be the best, which is so attractive to him

lee know

is intrigued by your technique

that's how you piqued his interest before you even started dating him

being a professional dancer, he can pick out the superior dancers from each group with ease

you were easy for him to pin-point as the main dancer of your group because of your raw talent

so, he wanted to work and even perform with you

and since then, he has never once looked back

currently, you're his dancer partner, and dare i say the best fan-favourite couple ever. your chemistry when you work together is seriously unmatched

people are always waiting for your next collab

changbin

he literally thinks you're the best dancer in the industry and stands behind that statement

anytime his friends wanna tease him he's like "okay but are you dating the best dancer in the business? that's what i thought"

gets a good rise outta wooyoung tbh and he gets super competitive but we move

he loves bragging about your achievements bruh

he doesn't have time to talk about himself when he's wayyy too busy hyping you up

he's so proud of you like?? he can't help himself as embarrassed as it sounds. you just gotta go with it

he just wuvs you and wants to tell literally everyone he meets about your awesomeness ;-;

hyunjin

similar to lee know, hyunjin would want to work with you

he can't help but be enthralled by your beauty when you're performing

encourages you to do solo performances just so you get the time to showcase what you can do

wants to learn more classical ballroom dances with you because he's a hopeless romantic and is cheesy like that

he's just so in love

will probably write poetry about you and draw a dynamic, abstract painting of you dancing just cos you inspire him so much

idk you get him so mushy it's so cute

probably cries buckets when you do a super emotional contemporary dance, because... you know... its hyunjin

han

i mean it doesn't matter what position you are in as an idol, han jisung is a supportive bf no matter what and is literally your biggest fan

if you're the main rapper? he'll learn all your rap verses off by heart

if you're the lead singer? he'll dramatically sing your own group's songs until you hate it

and you being the main dancer? well, you best believe he's learning all the choreography

especially if you do solo work, my gosh

from the minute your new music video drops he's like "baby, where do you get those hips from??"

he's down bad, basically

felix

mr. heart eyes

he literally... oh my gosh

i can't even-

he literally is obsessed with the way you move like oh my goshhhh i cannot stress this enough

you got him feeling things he's never felt before, ouch

his eyes are always fixed on you during your performances, and yes the cameraman has both caught and exposed him for having his jaw dropped to the floor and his eyes sparkly and wide as he watches you dance

the fans and i other idols get a good chuckle out of his reactions

seungmin

he takes such an interest in how your work is doing

and he loves it when you do the same

he finds you have the same love and passion for dancing as he does with regard to singing

and that common ground is beautiful

it allows the conversation to flow so easily as you bond with your similar interests

the fact that you're both idols helps too, of course

gets so blushy thinking about how stunning you are when you dance. he's like a little boy when he sees you in action

he doesn't know how to react to his soulmate being so effortlessly talented

jeongin

amazed by you

but doesn't easily show it

lowkey wants to learn more from you but is too shy to ask directly, at first

so he'll get you in a dance studio and teach you how to do the iconic 'maknae on top' hips move, just for funsies

and then he'll casually ask you what your fave move is

and from there, he will learn how to improve from you

he admires you so much, sometimes he just has a hard time articulating that to you

so spending time with you and working on dance - something you both love - is how he expresses that

#stray kids #skz #kpop #skz headcanons #stray kids headcanons #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz scenarios #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #skz reactions #bang chan #chan #bangchan #changbin #seo changbin #kim seungmin #seungmin #jeongin #yang jeongin #lee know #lee minho #lee felix #felix #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #han #han jisung

[ynbabe]

Batfam x male reader

Jason: How did you know there would be an extra uniform in the bag?

Tim: Everyone knows flight attendants are required to carry extra uniforms, in case they get called to work unexpectedly.

Dick: Or if something happens to the one they're already wearing.

Tim: Everyone does not know that. How did you both know that?

Roy (yes he’s a bat now, no idgaf abt queen): Worked airport security.

Jason and Y/n: *Simultaneously* Slept with a flight attendant.

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Jason: *sighs* I have no friends...

Y/n:

Y/n: *coughs* Bitch, what am I? A roach?!

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Tim: I can’t go, Dick’s mad at me 

Y/n: Why?

Tim: Well there was too many people watching on the Netflix account so I texted him and told him to check the news ‘cause Batman was dead and when he saw I was lying he couldn’t get back onto the Netflix because I had taken his spot

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Jason: [on the phone] Hey do you remember when I said that me and Y/n were gonna have a calm night out?

Steph: Yes?

Jason: How much bail money do you have?

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Jason: [takes off his shirt and jumps into a fighting stance] Fight me you bitch

Y/n: [picks up Harley’s shirt and puts it on] What’s your next move?

Jason: Wait what-? Gimme my shirt back

Y/n: No you’ve made your decision 

Jason: L/n I’m cold

Y/n: Should’ve worn a shirt then

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Dick: Damian loves the outdoors

Dick: That time we went camping he was like Mowgli running around those woods

Dick: I swear Y/n, he was that happy that I honestly thought about just leaving him there

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Y/n: Are you all caught up on homework?

Tim: I have a project due on Tuesday and I’m not saying I haven’t started but if you ask to see what I’ve done so far there wouldn’t be anything 

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Y/n: Pete, why did you put syrup on the shopping list?

Steph: Cause I like syrup

Y/n: Yes but now it’s all sticky

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Y/n, serious: Don't go falling in love with me

Jason, also serious: Yeah, that's not a problem

*A few days later*

Jason: *yelling as he runs to Dick's room* DICK, I HAVE A PROBLEM

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Dick: Do NOT drink the night before the awards ceremony 

Jason: Yeah yeah, be on time, don’t mess things up

Dick: NO. Alfred’s booked a bagpipe choir. You do NOT want to be hungover for a bagpipe choir

Y/n: Oh fuck

Dick: We’ll go out AFTER the ceremony

Dick: When the bagpipe choir has left the premises 

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Y/n: Tim got so drunk last night he puked all over my living room

Tim: It was the laughing! You made me laugh and I threw up!

Jason: Yeah it wasn’t the nine vodka sodas, it was the laughing

Y/n: “Oh my god! I drank so much laughter before this!”

Tim: 

Jason: You owe us a new rug

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Y/n: [climbing down the side of the building]

Tim: Y/n!

Tim: Y/n come back! You’re gonna miss your cocoa!

Y/n: [in the distance] I know!

Tim: Well can I have it then?

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Jason, after getting Tim duty: Horror movies don’t scare Tim

Dick: But Chuckie is so creepy though

Tim, spending wayyy to much time on Y/n with this: If I had to fight Chuckie I’d stand in an open field and kick him like a soccer ball every time he came towards me

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Y/n: We need to find Dami, do you have a picture of him?

Tim: No but I can draw him from memory 

Tim: How tall is he? Like 2 feet?

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Y/n: Have fun at your party

Tim: Thanks

Y/n: You know what they say: “Liquor before beer, never fear. Don’t do heroin”

 Tim: It’s a parent-controlled sociale for rich kids in Gotham I’ll be back before 9

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Y/n: Fuck sake Bruce you said I had to babysit one kid

[Dick, Jason, Steph, Cass, Tim, Duke and Damian waving]

Bruce: They don’t exactly come separately... and you only need to look after Damian

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Y/n: [waking up from a near death injury] You were scared

Jason: Nah, I was waiting to inherit your millions

Y/n: Let me know where you find them, huh?

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Bruce: Can’t you leave Damian alone?

Tim: I got all the Justice league, young justice, teen titans, titans, everyone at WE and a bunch of interns to sign this notebook I had and then I wrote “Sign here if you think Damian is stupid” on the cover

Tim: He almost cried 

Tim: It was great

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Dick: Kid, could I have a moment in private with Y/n?

Tim: Sure, I’ll just plug my ears and sing an old sea shanty

Dick: Wait-

Tim: There once was a ship that went to sea-

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Tim, crushing on Y/n: Can I just say that I’d love to listen to you talk about Hell all afternoon Y/n

Jason, dating y/n and having met in hell: And can I just say that if I had my guns right now I’d shoot myself

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Y/n: Uhhh

Damian: *scoffs*

Y/n: You want a beer?

Dick: He's ten!

Y/n: I don't know, what am I supposed to do with him!?

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Damian: I wanna ride a horse

Y/n: Alright sweetie here’s the horse

Damian: That’s a horse? 

Damian: [picks up book] I thought this was a horse?

Y/n: Damian that’s a cow

Damian: I wanna ride that

Steph: Me moo

Y/n: You’re not helping 

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Tim, clearly drunk: I don’t even know how to drink! I’ve never had one! Like what do you even mix vodka with?

Y/n: A straw

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Y/n, at a PTM meeting: Wait- that guy is the bullying you?

Cass, under strict orders from Bruce not to fight: Hmm 

Y/n, knowing Bruce can’t say shit to him: [powering up] Not my first human, doubt it will be my last 

#dc x male reader #dc x reader #dc #BatFam #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x male reader #nightwing x reader #nightwing #Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x male reader #red hood #redhood x reader #red hood x male reader #Tim Drake #tim drake x reader #Red Robin #Damian Wayne #robin

[sibsteria]

Two Brunettes and A Boyle [pt2]

[Jake Perlata/fem!Reader/Jonah Simms mini series]

Things you need to know:

I have kept Amy and Adam together, for story purposes.

Slow-burn

!!This part includes mentions of blood and injury!! 

(h/n)- hospital name

Masterlist

2/?

Shrugging on my jacket, I swipe the spare key from the kitchen draw.

I make sure the door is locked before I exit, the cold air bites at the tip of my nose.

It’s dark, almost 11pm, I take a look at the location of the store that Charles sent me- it’s not too far. 

My converse tap against the hard concrete below, following the blue line on my phone directing where to go.

The store’s bright sign and blinding lights are harsh against my eyes, still fresh from sleep, I hear the expected electronic brr-brr as the automatic doors open in front of me.

I travel down the linoleum isles, scanning the shelves for the batteries, ha! got them.

I let my fingers wrap around the cardboard, before gliding to the cashier, a quick payment and my task is complete. 

The tepid air of the store almost let me forget about the freeze outside, nipping against my ears.

Almost no one’s around, a few suited business men, a couple cars. It’s kind of calming to hear the silence in this part of the city- no hustle and bustle. 

I get so caught up in my thoughts I don’t notice the built stranger I bump into until I’m on the ground.

‘‘Ooh! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.’’ I try to laugh it off, apologising for colliding with the poor man.

He lays out his hand for me to take, ‘’It’s quite alright, little lady, I do the same sometimes.’’ his soft voice and kind demeanour make me smile.

‘‘Ha, ha.’‘

‘‘What’s a girl like you doing out this late, anyways?’‘ He crosses his arms, standing his ground.

‘‘Oh, I just needed to get something for my nephew, a small inconvenience- you know how it is.’‘ I reply.

‘‘You in a hurry?’‘ He quirks an eyebrow.

‘‘Kind of, it’s wayyy past his bedtime, needs these batteries for his night light. I’ll be seeing you!’‘ I give a curt nod to the guy, before sliding past his tall frame. 

He grips my forearm before I can get far, ‘’Sweetie, I’m sure I have something else to peak your interest.’’ He winks at me through his wind-swept hair.

‘‘O-oh, I’m sorry, I got to get going.’‘ I bite my lip, feeling awkward.

‘‘I don’t think you do.’‘ A hard yank and I’m falling into his arms, okay, now I’m panicking.

Adrenaline races around my body, I’ve never been in a situation like this, what do I do?

I scan my surroundings and notice a shadow metres away from me, as this guy starts to pull me with him, I shout.

‘‘H-help!’‘ I’m starting to struggle against his tough grip, he wrestles me further.

I look to the figure in front of us, he’s now racing toward me. The man enforcing me turns a sharp head to look at the man- it’s a man. He panics, he digs a hand in his pocket, pulling out an object. I don’t see what it is until my peripherals catch the glimmer of silver in the lamp light. Oh, fuck, no. No, no, no, no. 

I scream, trying to pull myself away, scared and shaking. A harsh pain spreads across my side, shit! The motherfucker fucking stabbed me. I look back to the man who was running towards us, sighing in relief as I see the cop badge swinging around his neck.

The monster lets go of me, throwing me to the floor before taking off, running towards the direction I’d come from. 

The cop passes me, a comment flies from his mouth. 

‘‘Stay there, ma’am!’‘ He’s fast, billowing toward the guy who got away. I’m crying but I can’t feel it, I taste it, the salt mixing with my saliva.

He tackles the bastard, he thuds against the floor. I can hear a few quips from his radio, he’s rushing. My head feels fuzzy, heavy.

A few more officers round the corner, he throws the guy to them before high-tailing it back to me.

His footsteps beat heavy around my skull, a soft hand cups my face. 

‘‘Hey, hey, can you move?’’ His voice is soothing, calm in such a terrorising situation.

‘‘I-I think so, yeah.’‘ He helps me slide up against the brick wall beside us.

‘‘I have an ambulance on the way, I’m going to stay here until they arrive, ma’am.’‘ He’s pulling of his tie as he speaks, pressing it against my seeping wound. I feel the cold leather of his sleeve against my hands as I squeeze on to him.

‘‘What’s your name?’‘ He’s keeping me talking, keeping me conscious.

‘‘Y/n, B-boyle.’’ I wince at the searing pain of the stab wound.

His eyes widen, a look I would consider realisation, yet he hadn’t met me before. Had he?

‘‘You-you wouldn’t happen to have a brother named Charles, would you?’‘ He tugs on his lip, he seems nervous now.

‘‘Yeah, a-actually he’s expecting me. Shit, I need to call him!’‘ I cry out as his hands press harder, I can’t take it personally as he is trying to save my life.

‘‘I can do that, miss, we work at the same precinct. I have his number-hey! Are-are those…Die Hard pyjamas?” He has an excited grin on his face.

“Yeah, it’s only one of the b-best movies ever-‘’

“The best!”

I scan his person, searching for a name, I see a J. Peralta.

‘‘Oh, you’re Jake!’’ I try to sniffle through my tears.

‘‘He told you about me?’’ A smug smirk paints his face.

‘‘Of course, you know h-how he is with his friends. Proud man.’’ I can feel my eyelids getting heavier.

‘‘C’mon, Y/n, can’t go dying on him now.’’ He brushes the hairs confining my face, a sweet gesture if his hand wasn’t a little covered in my blood.

‘‘I’m a strong g-gal, I promise.’’ I whisper out.

‘‘I bet.’‘ He smiles at me. ‘’Hey!-’’ his loud voice startles me awake, I suppose he had to to keep my eyes open, ‘’I’m sure it would have been amazing to meet you under different circumstance,’’ his lopsided grin makes me crack one myself through the pain, ‘’I guess tomorrow couldn’t wait.’’

‘‘Guess it couldn’t.’‘ I breath in sharply, losing my breath.

The ringing of ambulance bells comes to the rescue, I thank Jake for his efforts.

‘‘You’re a hero. A true one.’’ His mouth twitches at my words.

‘‘I’ll see you again, Y/n. You’ll be okay.’‘ He hands me over to the on-scene paramedics. A few minutes with them and they managed to stay the bleeding.

I’ll be okay.

Jake’s POV

She seems like such a sweet girl, some people are monsters. This city is cursed. Taking out my cell, I feel a wave of nausea. How am I going to tell my best friend his sister just got stabbed?!

 He picks up after half a ring.

‘‘Hey, Jakey! What’s up?’‘ He’s beaming on the other side, making this even harder.

‘‘I need you to meet me at (h/n), now.’‘ My tone is light.

‘‘Why? What’s wrong?’‘ He sounds rushed, panicked.

‘‘Your sister, she-she’s been stabbed. I caught the guy but she was bleeding out-’‘ I rush out, afraid.

‘‘I’m on my way, oh, it’s my fault! Oh, no, I sent her out in New York, late at night with no way to protect herself. Oh, I’m an idiot!’’ He growls through the phone, I hear his car keys jingle and a door slam. ‘‘Oh, god, I hope she’s okay, how could I let this happen!’‘ I’m certain he’s crying, I myself swoop the keys off an officer’s departmentally issued car. After all, this is a family matter.

‘‘It’s not your fault, Charles, wrong place and wrong time. She just happened to get caught in it.’‘ I’m trying to calm his nerves, along with mine.

The drive the the hospital was unnerving, my heart is rattling in my chest as I see Boyle run through the doors, I chase after him.

We reach the front desk.

‘‘Y/n Boyle, I need to see Y/n Boyle!’‘ His voice is hoarse and manic.

The desk lady takes a phone call, which seems like forever, yet it was under a minute.

‘‘She’s undergoing surgery right now, her injury is mild, so it shouldn’t take too long. If you could take a seat over there, feel free to take a magazine.’’

‘‘I don’t care about a magazine, is she okay?’‘ Charles’ voice is gruff and tetchy.

‘‘Doctor’s say she’s stable, are you family by any chance?’‘ Her uncaring tone is a little unnerving to him.

‘‘Yes, her brother-’‘ Before he could finish the lady cut him off.

‘‘If you could fill this out, that would be great.’‘ She carelessly tosses a clipboard with a sheet attached to it.

I pick it up for him but as we turn to walk away, she speaks again.

‘‘Leave the clipboard.’‘ 

I roll my eyes and do what she asks, a fake but believable smile crosses my face.

‘‘I hate hospitals.’‘ Charles slumps down onto one of the old chairs that litter the waiting room.

#jake peralta #jake peralta imagine #jake peralta imagines #jake peralta x reader #b99 jake peralta x reader #brooklyn 99 #superstore #jonah imagine #jonah x reader #jonah simms #jonah simms imagine #superstore jonah imagine #jonah simms x reader #superstore imagine #Charles Boyle

[ocprompts]

UHHHH HI. EXPLOSION EMOJI. love your blog btw :3 found it via sneep snorping through a follower of one of my sideblogs's tumblr (b!david is very cool)

SO BASICALLY i have these four little guys who are in a BAND together !! their names are BENNETT, PIPER, NATHOS, AND ASH !! i plan to make a videogame about them and one of my closest friends helped design two of them (more like redesign really, i made the four guys before i decided on them being in a band together and so their designs were all over the place and so i made their designs more coordinated with eachother, and my friend redesigned piper and ash with me mentioning the basic things i had in mind) (i also very slightly changed the redesigns (as in i literally just made ash's eyes purple to match with xer jacket color and some other tiny things HGJFIKM))

gonna just copy and paste their artfight bios here, wouldve done the links but you need an account to actually view the links HGANKFJN

Name: Bennett Hubbard Nickname/s: Benny Boy (jokingly) Age: 21 Birthday: November 3rd Species: Human Height: 6'2 Gender: Male Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: No one knows Relationship status: Single Occupation: Bassist for the band The Drawing Board, burger flipper on the side Personality: A bit blunt, but means well. Will stand up for what is right. Likes: Music, his friends, sweet and spicy food (not at the same time), bugs Dislikes: Ignorant people, pickles (will only eat them when he absolutely has to)

Name: Piper Cline Nickname/s: N/A Age: 21 Birthday: May 24th Species: Human Height: 5'5 Gender: Female Pronouns: she/her Sexuality: Pansexual Relationship status: Single Occupation: Keyboardist for the band The Drawing Board, repairwoman on the side Personality: A bit shy at first, but once she knows you well enough, she'll trust you with her life! She's a bit of a nerd. Likes: Music, her friends, science Dislikes: Pretty much anything wet and squishy. Sensory issues </3

Name: Nathos McBride Nickname/s: Nate, Natorade Age: 21 Birthday: July 14th Species: Human Height: 6'4 Gender: Male (transmasc) Pronouns: he/it Sexuality: Pansexual Relationship status: Single Occupation: Drummer for the band The Drawing Board, side job TBD Personality: Super sweet! He's calm and collected, and ready to take on anything, as long as it isn't too caught off guard by anything that comes across. Likes: Music, its friends, stuffed animals Dislikes: Rude and arrogant people

Name: Ash Lopez Nickname/s: N/A Age: 21 Birthday: February 16th Species: Human Height: 6'4 Gender: Non-binary Pronouns: xe/xem Sexuality: Greysexual Relationship status: Single Occupation: Guitarist for the band The Drawing Board, side job TBD Personality: Literally the silliest guy ever. Chronic practical joker. Likes: Music, xer friends, bright colors Dislikes: Being taken advantage of

i also put the 4 of them into separate rps !! the one bennett is in is the only one thats started. also that where i got the nickname benny boy from (but the things that happen in their respective rps arent considered canon, more like an au, also that would be wayyy too much trauma to stuff into them when im already gonna give them trauma in the videogame story itself HGAKFJNDCJKM)

ANYWAY !! here they are, bennett piper nathos and ash respectively :] formatting is bad so have One Giant Ash

and heres piper and ash, drawn by @pastel-bleu-art !!!

a bit hard to tell from the pics (ILL MAKE A BETTER REF SOMEDAY ...) but piper is a bit chubby :] ANYWAY thats about all i have to say about em because i dont wanna say too much because of GAME SPOILERS ... but just. quick synopsis: they are chosen by the great goddess oda to save the universe by defeating the cacophonous six !! but shit goes down. oh and btw i feel that it's important to mention that they are essentially weezer but gay /silly

i LOVE gay and silly people <2

#oc show and tell #asks #noonbeam17 #not an oc prompt

[odinsblog]

Holy. Fucking. Shit!!!

So a while back I posted on here that unfortunately, one of my exes from wayyy back got caught up with meth and, as far as I know, is having a difficult time in life rn

I really did not see that coming. I guess I foolishly believed that her being educated (doctorate) and being from a super wealthy family would have somehow inoculated her from being a drug addict. I loved her deeply and I wish her the very best and hope she can overcome whatever lead her down that particular path

Sooo ….. you know how they say 1 in 10 people you know are secretly murderers? Yeah, I never heard that before either, but it DOES feel like it might lowkey be true, right??

I am still reeling from something I was told about today: someone I knew growing up just murdered their sibling!!! Like, just straight up killed them and called the police and calmly told them what they did and then just ..... waited for the popo to come 🤯

I am beyond shook

And as I get closer and closer to rounding the corner into middle age, I’m starting to look back at some of the people who I hung out with, and I’m honestly just like YIKES

Hopefully these are anomalies, and not indicative of my friend and romantic choices — not that drug addiction is in any way equal to murder. But ya boy gonna flip out if another ex gf gets strung out, and Imma definitely lose my shit if any more acquaintances turn into fucking murderers

Like can’t we find some happy medium? Can we maybe draw the line somewhere between being an ex reformed drug dealer and, Idk, president or something??? (I was going to say doctor but the person who murdered their sibling was literally a medical doctor, so…)

Maybe I just need to stop associating with "smart" educated people?

#holy shit #a post about me #yikes

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Just got out of class where we had our group critique; can finally post something I've had done for a couple days now 🎉🎉 project details/commentary/funny(?) story under cut because I don't know how to keep things brief

tl;dr: Made some stickers that show things that interest me in Japan for class :) might try to print them later on, if I do then I'll post that too

This was for Digital Art, it's another "draw concepts of a specific location," but I didn't like, draw where I live this time, so I can actually post this one online haha.

The actual instructions were: "Create six 3"x3" stickers that represent parts of a city, country, landmark, or attraction you would like to visit/have visited." I, a typical art student, chose to do Japan, but I didn't really wanna lean into the whole anime thing a lot, partly because I just don't watch it as often as I used to. I wanted to stick with architecture and major landmarks, but buildings are hard to draw repeatedly in a shorter time limit so I ended up drawing some food too. Also, I'm a percussionist, so I wanted to include a taiko drum just cause they're really cool

The lineart itself took the longest since I reeeaaaally wanted to emphasize a hand drawn feeling to the stickers. I felt this was the best way to make all of the stickers match stylistically, aside from general color matching. I couldnt entirely rely on colors to make them match because things like the ramen bowl had wayyy more colors than the buildings/mountains, and the onigiri was mostly one color. Matching the stickers was part of the grading criteria, so after a lot of brainstorming, I ended up deciding to put more attention to detail into the linework than to the color scheme (though I did try to weasel in that orangey red into as much as I could)

Illustrator did not like line style I used, 'cause apparently all those textured pens take a lot more to load than the normal ones (never had that problem in the program I normally use to draw, so it caught me off guard). Halfway into the project my laptop's fan would sound like a jet engine every time I opened the file; needless to say, progress was slowed a bit as the program started to get extremely laggy haha.

I wasn't able to start on the coloring until a few days before the project was due but I was still good on time . Ultimately ended up having to pull a near all nighter though, because Illustrator crashed in the middle of the coloring process (guessing bc of the lineart), which got rid of hours worth of work :D so cool, love that

Got it done, walked into class on Monday w/ three hours of sleep ready for critique, but five or so other people didn't finish theirs on time so prof ended up extending the due date anyway :D :D so cool very awesome

Can't really be mad though. I would've been happy if that courtesy was extended to me if I were in that spot, so I just went home and used the extra time to knock out some homework lol.

The extra time was worth it too cause everyone's turned out so cool :D wish I could share those too cause I loved looking at all of them during critique today

I said I just got out of class when I wrote this but I took so long to finish the post that two hours have passed since then,,

#they said the lettuce in the ramen was too green #i mean i totally agree but #they bullied my lettuce

[suespai]

Empire clerics research team!

#I started drawing this wayyy before I was caught up #this happened in one of the 80s episodes I think? #cad was doing research about the traveler #don’t remember what the empire kids were looking for #I didn’t think this would be more than a doodle so I didn’t bother to figure out the perspective... #critical role #critters #critter art #critical role fanart #beauregard lionett #caleb widogast #jester lavorre #caduceus clay #my art #critical role suespai

[slasherb1tch]

Hiii could I ask for a matchup please?

Ok so to start off I’m a 5,6 girl who likes men, I have an interest in psychology which I sort of explore when I watch horror movies lol, I like to analyse TV characters wayyy to much, I also love animals (I volunteer at my local shelter and I love my dogs and cat so much I am a total pushover for them lol :’)), taking walks, singing, dancing and baking especially when I’m stressed. I am a bit shy when meeting new people but when I get comfortable I like to play around a lot and have fun. Generally I am a cheerful person but I let things get me down easily and I hate conflict, I just want things to be peaceful and I can be a bit sensitive but I’m working on it!!! I love vintage stuff and end up obsessing over past time periods like the 19th century and rococo period, especially the art and fashion, I like to read and used to write a lot and do art (drawing and painting) but sort of am really self-conscious about what I make so :’) I just get caught in my own head a lot bc I sort of have a wild imagination and I am a total hopeless romantic tbh aha, anyways I hope that was enough! Tysm and have a nice day!!! :D

Hello dear! Thank you so much for requesting from me!

I had to think for a little before giving you someone, there were two very good options for you! I just hope you like the one I picked!

You caught the attention of…

Will Graham

Will would find your interest in psychology wonderful, he’d find it actually fun to watch movies and analyse the characters with you. You two might just end up blurting something out during the movie and having an entire conversation about it. Or after the movie ends fully, analyse why a character acted the way they did.

Will would fall completely in love with you when he learns that you volunteer at an animal shelter! He’s a total dog lover ahem if you can’t already tell, so knowing that you care for pups too would make him very soft. Speaking of dogs, he’d love to meet yours! Just make him promise he won’t steal them. He’ll want your dogs to meet his so they can all have little playdates! Imagine being able to watch all the puppies play together and run around the yard. Oh and don’t worry, Will might be a dog person, but he’ll warm up to your cat just fine! Soon he’ll be treating them like a little baby ♥︎

He’d adore taking walks with you, but of course the dogs are coming with, he wouldn’t let them get in the way of you though! He’d use your walks as time to just learn more about you and talk about whatever has been on his mind. He would find walks with you the most relaxing, he gets to wind down and talk to the person he loves most. Will would smile every time he hears you sing, you’ll find him just staring at you with the most loving look in his eyes and smiling softly. He’s not normally a dancer, but im sure you can convince him!! Will would want to learn to foxtrot with you, but he’d be worried the entire time about stepping on your feet, poor boy.

Will wouldn’t mind your shyness at first, he’d be patient and wait until you are comfortable enough to open up! Once you relax around him, I can tell you, he’d adore this new side of you. Will would try his best to separate his work from his life at home with you, I mean his job isnt the most peaceful, so he won’t talk about it with you unless he absolutely has to.

I can imagine Will stopping by a book or art supply store while coming home from work just to get a gift for you. He might not do it often, but when he does he’ll always manage to somehow get exactly what you want. Will would like to watch you paint or draw, but if you don’t feel comfortable enough he’d understand. (He might look at it when you’re finished, he can’t help it, he’s very curious)

Sorry for taking a little bit to finish your matchup 😭 I hope you like who I chose for you!

Enjoy~!

#slasher matchups #slashers #soft slashers #horror #horror matchups #slashers x you #will graham #hannibal nbc #will graham x you #will graham x reader

[gummygowon]

finger paint | choi san

word count: 1.3k 

genre: fluff

established relationship!

warnings: san just makes a sex joke but that’s it 

request: hello hello could i request san with an artist!reader? like they're dating but he's also her muse and she paints him and hfjsjfjd pure fluff ig? also congrats on 100!! deserved

a/n: thank you!! <3 i hope you enjoy! ps. thank you for helping me with literally everything lol

“choi san!” you scolded your boyfriend as he kept moving wayyy too much for you to sketch his body.

“i’m sorry, i can’t help it. but you gave me something really boring to do.” san apologized as he motioned towards the english textbook you gave him. 

you sighed in annoyance thinking of other ways to occupy your boyfriend enough for him to stay still since you current art project was to capture someone in the act of doing something. so of course, you choose to paint san since it was another excuse for you to marvel at your boyfriend plus you got to spend even more time with him and get your schoolwork done. it was a three birds one stone type thing you know?

at first, you asked him to dance for you. letting him freestyle to whatever song was playing. if i’m being honest, you spent the first five minutes just watching san dance. you were absolutely entranced by the way he moved his body so effortlessly and smoothly. 

san had caught on to your staring and teased you for it. “are you gonna start drawing or are you just gonna keep your mouth open? because i’ll give you a reason to keep it open.”

your immediate reaction was to throw whatever was in your reach at him. your weapon of choice was an eraser that hit him square in the forehead. 

“ouch.” he pouted as he rubbed the targeted spot.

“that’s on you.” you defended as you picked up the eraser he threw back at you, your cheeks a pretty pink. “can you get back to dancing now please?”

“you sure? because i-”

“san!” you shouted at him as you pointed your pencil at him threateningly. 

“ok! ok!” he said immediately as he jogged back to his phone to hit play again.

as the music went on, the more you realized it was hard to capture a single dance move. you were getting frustrated each time you had to erase your page. 

“baby, is it okay if you can do something else?” you shyly asked him, feeling bad that he has to switch activities for you.

“sure, of course. what do you have in mind?” he asked you as he lowered the music.

this is how you were left with a twitchy san, who wouldn’t sit still while you tried to sketch him. he always changed his position every few minutes or so claiming that he couldn’t get comfortable. finally, you got tired of san changing positions which led to you slightly snapping at him.

but then a bright idea popped into your head.

there was an art sale at your local target which resulted in you buying some mediocre art supplies for your art students that you had lessons with during the week. you rushed into your storage closet, digging around bins and bags looking for the five-color finger paint set that you never used.

“where did you go?” your boyfriend asked as you returned with a palette and the bottles of paint in your arms. 

“i had to get something.” you answered as you sat back down on the floor, cracking open the paint, secretly praying that they weren’t dry and chunky. fortunately, your prayers were heard and the paint squeezed out the bottles with ease. 

“what’s that for?” san asked pointing to the paint bottle in your hand as he crouched down, “i thought you weren’t done with the sketch?”

“i’m not.” you handed the palette to him, “this is for you.”

“but where am i supposed to paint?” he asked you as he dipped a finger into one of the blobs of paint. 

“good question.” you replied back, motioning for him to sit. you didn’t have any spare canvases to use since you were already on a tight budget plus regular printer paper would just bleed through. you thought carefully about what other surfaces san could use to paint. a white board could work or maybe a-

“what the hell-” you shouted as you felt something touch your knee. you looked down to see san slowly removing his finger from your body, a glob of blue paint still stuck on his finger where a half drawn smiley face was left on your knee.

“i’m sorry.” san replied quickly as he removed his finger and went to go wipe it off. 

“wait.” you pushed his hand away from your leg. if you didn’t have any surfaces for him to paint on, then why don’t you become one? the paint was washable since it was made to be on skin plus you aren’t wasting any more art supplies. 

bingo

“you can keep painting-”

“on your legs?” san interrupted, giving you an odd look. 

“yeah, they’re fingerpaints it’s okay.” you smiled at him before picking up your sketchbook again. 

the pink haired boy shrugged his shoulders and picked up the palette of paint before returning your body. the first thing he did was finish his smiley face on your knee. then he started to dragging his finger around your calf after quietly asking you for to raise your legs, which created a long green line that wrapped around the bottom part of your leg. next, san used his middle finger to dip it into a pretty red color to make a flower right on top of the green line and then he dipped his pinky into some yellow to create the middle of the flower. after alternating between colors and fingers, san had managed to create a pretty vine that had a different colored flower every few inches. he also threw in a few small bees around the plant. 

before continuing to paint the other leg, san had stolen a glance at you. he felt a smile form on his face as he watched your hands glide against the paper smoothly and skillfully with your bottom lip tucked underneath the top one. sunlight falling on you, making your skin glow. san could feel his heartbeat quicken, the longer he stared. he never imagined being able to date someone as lovely and amazing as you. someone who was able to love him but also be his best friend. someone who he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life. 

you could feel your boyfriend’s gaze on you which slowly made you look up from your sketchbook, “what?” is there something on my face?”

“huh? oh no.” san answered as he watched you perked your head up, making eye contact with him. he could feel his heartbeat even faster when your face broke into smile. fuck. he really was in love. 

“what is it?” you asked, a laugh escaping your mouth as you looked at your flustered boyfriend.

“nothing, i just love you.” he replied, gaining some composure. 

now it was your turn to get flustered. you could feel heat rush to your cheeks for the twentieth time today. damn, the things this boy did to you. dating san was full of surprises, cute cuddly moments turning into heated ones. but the biggest one to you was the thought of spending your futures together. he was your only partner that your mind really brought up about spending the rest of your life with someone you love so much. now it was a clearer answer. 

yes, you would spend the rest of you life with choi san. your best friend, boyfriend, and muse. the person who would have your back for life, no matter what. 

“do i not get a ‘i love you’ back?” san pouted with his fingers still covered in paint. 

“yeah.” you teased him, an annoying smile plastered on your face as you dipped a finger into the paint. it was quite obvious that you loved the pink haired boy back but you wanted to mess with him after he wouldn’t sit still. 

“whyyy? that’s not-”

you cut him off by poking his cheek with the finger covered in a bright blue.

“hey!” he shouted at you before reaching to grab a leg but you got up so quickly and sprinted away from his touch. “come back here! i want my ‘i love you’ !”

#choi san #choi san oneshots #choi san imagines #choi san fluff #choi san fluff imagines #choi san fluff oneshots #ateez choi san #choi san oneshot #ateez oneshot #ateez #ateez fluff #ateez fluff imagine #ateez fluff oneshots #ateez fluff oneshot #ateez oneshots #ateez imagines #kpop oneshots #kpop scenarios #kpop imagine #kpop oneshot #kpop fluff #request

[avengershumanresources]

blood 1 - Strange/Stark!Reader

Relationship: Dr. Strange/Princess!Stark!Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Adult Themes, eventual smut (like, wayyy down the line), adult language, implied sexual violence, general violence

Synopsis: Reader is the daughter of the legendary King Anthony Stark, Uniter of Lands, The Iron Defender, and leader of the realm. When the king disappears during battle, hope is lost and he is presumed dead.

When the late king’s uncle, Obadiah, takes the throne until your brother Peter is of age, he quickly arranges a marriage for you with a wicked king in a neighboring kingdom.

With the realms politics in question, and rumors of an upcoming siege to overthrow Peter’s rule before it starts, you quickly learn who is loyal to the crown and who is not.

Masterlist 

Chapter Playlist

1 - an empty grave

Cast:

The Royal House Stark:

King Obadiah Stark (Obadiah Stane)

King Anthony Stark (presumed dead)

Queen Virginia Stark (Pepper)

The Late Queen Alexandra Stark (your mother)

Princess Stark!Reader- you

Prince Peter Stark (Peter Parker)

Princess Morgan Stark

Knights:

Sir Samuel Wilson

Sir Steven Rogers

Sir Clinton Barton

Spellcasters/Master Sorcerers/Sorceresses:

Stephen Strange

Wanda Maximoff

Master Wong

Loyal to House Stark:

Natalia Romanoff (Natasha)- Assassin

James Barnes- her partner

Prince Thor- of Asgard, United with Stark’s kingdom

Prince Loki- of Asgard

Lady Brunhilde- of Asgard

Lady Sif- of Asgard

King T’Challa- of Wakanda

Princess Shuri- of Wakanda

(---) 

In a final twist of irony, the day of the funeral was bright and warm. 

You’d stood quietly while the priest recited his words, while candles were lit, while the Queen trembled silently next to you. You held Morgan’s hand, you listened while the choir sang, the ominous sound reverberating through your chest. 

The mourners in black whispered while the royal family walked up to an empty coffin. You touched the polished wood, fist tightening at your side. Pepper bowed her head, reciting a quiet prayer. 

How stupid. All of this was stupid. Praying to an empty box, crying over nothing. 

You kept your eyes down, lest you betray your own thoughts. Now wasn’t the time for rebellion. Not when your queen step-mother was relying so heavily on tradition and ritual to get through the day. It’d be borderline cruel to start antagonizing her in this way. 

No, you’d wait. 

Peter, your half-brother in blood but full brother in heart, touched your elbow, pulling you from your thoughts, and guiding you away from the coffin. He kept his eyes forward, expression stoic while he lead the family back to their positions in the massive cathedral. 

“They’ll pay for this,” he murmured low into your ear, as if reading your mind. The words were laced with a malice you’d never heard from the normally cheerful prince. 

You didn’t reply, instead you grabbed your younger brother’s hand and gave it a tight squeeze. A silent agreement. 

The attack had been a betrayal of one of the kingdom’s oldest allies, a neighboring kingdom ruled by someone your father had once trusted with his life. 

Apparently nothing was sacred anymore. 

The funeral ended somberly, mourners murmuring amongst each other, ladies fawning over Pepper, though the queen looked none too pleased with the attention. 

You searched the crowd for a pair of familiar of blue eyes, finding their owner tucked away from the crowd in a secluded corner. He was speaking quietly to the sorceress, Wanda, his eyes flicking up to meet your gaze. With a small nod, he signaled you over.

Weaving through the mass of people, you slipped into the conversation with Wanda regarding you, frowning in sympathy.

“I’m so sorry, your highness,” she whispered, bowing her head. “Your father was a good man, and an honest king. The realm is less for this loss.”

“Thank you,” your tone was colder than you’d intended, a reflection of the bitterness taking form within. Clearing your throat, you tried again, softer and more agreeable this time. “He truly was the best of us.”

Stephen sent Wanda a quick glance and the sorceress excused herself, parting the hall in a hurry.

“You’re angry,” he noted quietly. 

“Am I?” you hummed, quirking a brow up at your friend. “I thought I was supposed to be sad?”

“You’re allowed to be angry,” he replied, folding his hands behind his back. “It just means you understand the injustice of it all.”

“Peter wants revenge,” you stated, mimicking his motion and staring out at the sea of royals and court members. 

“Understandable,” he murmured. “I imagine a number of officials feel similarly.”

“He isn’t old enough to take the throne,” you supplied. “We can’t go to war without a seated leader.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time an heir succeeded in an unorthodox manner,” he noted before turning his head to look at you. “How are you, truly?”

You opened your mouth to reply, words catching in your throat. You felt hollow. You felt like you wanted to scream until you woke up from whatever nightmare you were caught in. Your heart felt like it had been ripped from your chest and stomped on. 

“I’m not certain,” you finally confessed, hands straining against each other behind your back. “Part of me wants to ride through the night and kill that traitor. The other wants to curl on the ground and fill the empty grave myself.”

He nodded in understanding.

“Grief is a powerful thing,” he replied softly, scanning the room before turning and giving you his full attention . “Would you like hide in the observatory a while?”

You looked up to him in surprise. The room was still full of mourners, citizens, and members of the court. Your duty would be to talk to everyone as they passed, pulling the burden off of Pepper.

“Can we?” you asked, voice cracking at the thought of having to converse any further.

Stephen gave you a mischievous smirk, nudging you toward a side door of the church. You followed his lead, slipping out of sight and tucking yourselves away from the crowds inside a small alcove. 

“They’ll want to focus on Peter and the queen anyway,” he noted casually, drawing up a portal with his fingers. “No point in dwelling. I’ll tell anyone who asks that you fainted from the stress and required immediate medical attention.”

“I’m sure they’ll all believe it,” you retorted with a matching grin, taking his hand and letting him help you through the portal with all of your heavy mourning apparel. 

The observatory had been a new addition to the palace after Stephen had arrived as its master sorcerer. Before, it’d been an abandoned archer’s tower, last used by the late king’s father, Howard, as a means of defense against the previously antagonistic kingdoms. 

After King Anthony had taken the throne and negotiated trade and peace treaties with the nearby kings, the reinforcements had largely been forgotten. 

Stephen had suggested it as an ideal place to study the cosmos above, and after some urging on your part, your father agreed to let the two of you repair the small space. When the foundation had been fixed to his specifications, Stephen added another enchantment to increase the size internally.

From there, the two of you worked to fill the space with objects of learning and interest. 

The walls had been lined with stacks of books, maps of the universe, and healing runes. Tables had been set with with all sorts of alchemical experiments, glowing amulets, and charmed quills. A small greenhouse had been established on one of the many turret balconies, where you helped tend to some medicinal herbs and enchanted florals. 

It was a place of peace and knowledge in a world of chaos and ignorance and in it, Stephen had taken the time to teach you the secrets of the universe. It was one of the few places you knew you truly could belong without judgement. 

“I’m not convinced this isn’t sabotage,” he stated once you were alone, the glowing orange portal snapping shut behind him. 

“What makes you say that?” you asked, lifting a book, flipping through a few pages in an attempt to distract yourself from his blunt words. You agreed there was some kind of malice involved in the attack, but sabotage suggested someone within the kingdom had betrayed your father. For such as honest and good your father was, your heart couldn’t handle such a reality.

“Whispers in the village,” he answered tersely. “Wanda was giving me her report when you approached. She is traveling to the next village over as we speak.”

“Rumlow betrayed his alliance,” you replied bitterly, refusing to look up from your book, though you couldn’t tell what the thing was about. Plants? Chaos magic? “What more is there to discover?”

“Why did he do it?” he asked. “What motivation does he have to sever one of the strongest military alliances in history?” 

“Greed? We’ve had a surprise in economic activity since the scholar agreement with Wakanda,” you guessed with a shrug. “This isn’t a smart man we’re dealing with. I’m met him once before. He’s ambitious and motivated, but not particularly clever.”

“Peter is almost of age, your father has prepared him for his new role thoroughly,” he continued, pacing the space. “It doesn’t make sense. Everyone is well aware he will be of age to take the throne in six months time, and now this just ensures his placement.”

“Not everything does,” you reminded him. “You taught me that. Or don’t you remember?”

You paused after a moment, peeking up from the book after letting his words settle.

“Maybe he plans to use Peter’s inexperience against him?” you suggested quietly. It wasn’t a pleasant thought, but even with the training and learning, Peter was a different person than your father, perhaps not in morals but certainly in other areas like strategy and planning. 

“I intend to get to the bottom of this,” he stated, his hand tightening at his side. You’d never seen Stephen so inflamed before. “At the very least, I can try to retrieve his body. Negotiate a dignified exchange.”

The words pierced your heart far more painfully than you’d anticipated, your hand gave a jerk and you dropped the book you’d been fidgeting with while he spoke. 

The mental image of your fathers head on a pike outside of Rumlow’s keep was enough to make you nauseous. 

“I’m sorry,” Stephen’s tone shifted at your reaction. “I’m getting ahead of myself.”

“Don’t apologize,” you assured him, clearing your throat and composing yourself. “You’re just doing your job. It’s why he trusted you to the position. You’re asking the questions that need to be asked.”

He watched you pluck the book off the ground and toss it on a nearby table with a low sigh. This was a precarious position he found himself in. 

On the one hand, he’d been appointed as the Master Sorcerer of this castle and this realm. He had an obligation to serve that role and ensure the safety of the kingdom’s inhabitants. Not to mention, his obligation as a peacekeeper in his position as Sorcerer Supreme at Kamar-Taj.

On the other, you were his dearest friend and companion, and the obvious hurt you were suffering made his other duties nearly impossible to focus on. It was no wonder Kamar-Taj frowned on intimate attachments, they did provide a distraction from the ambivalent roles sorcerers and sorceresses were bound to play. 

He wanted to serve as an unbiased judge in this troubling time, but his heart wanted him to seek justice and bring peace to your troubled mind. 

His eyes drifted to the telescope at the edge of the room and an idea hit him.

Perhaps a distraction was best for the time being? A small respite to pull away from the doom and gloom of the immediate future.

“Do you remember that star cluster I showed you last week?” he asked, hooking and arm over your shoulder and guiding you toward the window. “There’s a fascinating change that’s been occurring.”

It was still relatively bright out, though with the sun was just starting to dip over the horizon, there was enough darkness to point out the phenomena he’d discovered the night before. 

“Let me adjust-,” he tinkered with the measurements before signaling for you to lean in. “Do you see it?” 

“They’re changing color,” you noted with a small gasp of excitement. “That’s a promising omen, isn’t it?” 

Your expression had brightened considerably when you looked up at him. 

“It is,” he nodded. “The specific colors suggest a period of tranquility and prosperity after a short struggle.”

“Then maybe it isn’t all terrible,” you tried voicing optimistically. It sounded strange, like you still weren’t entirely convinced, but the evidence was clear before you. 

Stephen knew the stars never lied and had taught you as much over the time you’d spent together. 

You sighed sadly, giving the stars another peek and shaking your head when you pulled away. 

“I miss him,” you murmured, looking up at Stephen miserably. 

The sorcerer frowned sympathetically, before he moved toward you and pulled you into a tight embrace.

You pressed your cheek against his chest and allowed his arms to wrap around you. 

“I know,” he replied softly, resting his chin on your head. “Just know he loved you very much, and wouldn’t want to see you so hurt on his behalf."

That seemed to break something in you, and you buried your forehead into his chest, shaking with suppressed sobs and held back tears until finally you choked out a wave of emotions all at once.

He spent an hour sitting with you while you cried into his tunic, yelling about how angry you were to how miserable all of this made you feel. He listened, offering a handkerchief and when you started to calm down, summoned a fresh pot of herbal tea.

“We will find answers,” he stated, blowing gently over the steaming cup in his hand. 

“You sound so sure,” you noted with a bitter chuckle, eyes swollen and red from your tears.

“I’ve tampered with seeing the future from time to time,” he replied cheekily. “Perhaps I’ve had a vision?”

“And what did that vision show you?” you pressed, playing along with a ghost of a smile behind your own cup. 

“We win,” Stephen replied firmly, his expression falling serious.

“Doesn’t feel like it,” you confessed quietly. 

“Victory seldom does,” he watched you take a sip of your tea. You closed your eyes and relaxed your shoulders with the calming scent.

You opened your mouth to ask him a question when a knock at the observatory door broke the small spell of peace that’d fallen over the space.

“I’ve got it,” he gestured for you to stay seated, moving toward the door and slowly peeling it open. 

It wasn’t that he was overtly concerned for your safety, but given recent events, Stephen didn’t want to be lax in covering all possibilities. The world had gone mad and he wouldn’t put an assassin with a dagger outside the realm of potential visitors.

“Is the princess here?” Loki, Prince of Asgard, asked with a tone laced with annoyance upon Stephen’s appearance. 

“Loki?” you must have heard his voice and stood, setting your cup aside. “Stephen, let him in. It’s okay.”

With a glare at the prince, Stephen stepped aside and allowed the emerald clad royal through. 

He didn’t like outsiders in the observatory. Especially when you were around. 

It made him especially uneasy inviting another magic user inside, where they could potentially measure its wards and security for later aggression. 

“Peter mentioned you might be here,” Loki glanced around the room, arms folded behind his back. “I apologize if I’m intruding.”

That last part was directed toward Stephen with the smallest smirk. 

“No, it’s okay, we were just having tea,” you replied quickly, gesturing to the steaming pot on the table. “Could I make you a cup-?”

“No-,” he cut her off and cleared his throat apologetically. “I’ve come to say farewell. My father is ordering the borders to Asgard closed until Rumlow’s nation offers an explanation to this… tragedy.”

“I see,” your expression fell at the news. 

Certainly Asgard closing its borders was a worrisome sign. They were the kingdom’s greatest allies and largest trading partners. The effects of such a move would be felt for quite some time, both in security and in the local economy. 

“I’ll write,” he promised with a curt bow. “Don’t fall behind in your studies. I’ll be testing you the next time we meet.”

You smiled before he took your hand for a brief kiss on the knuckles. Rolling your eyes, you pulled away and threw your arms around his shoulder in a hug. 

“What a sad parting,” you laughed at his bewildered reaction. “And you’re going to kiss my knuckles like we haven’t known one another for years? On the day of my father’s funeral? Unacceptable.”

He barked out a small laugh, reciprocating the embrace with an arm before pulling away. 

“Stay safe,” he urged her before looking up at Stephen with a steely gaze. “Do well to keep her protected, Sorcerer.” 

“Always,” Stephen answered tersely, a little offended at the prince’s casual disregard for his abilities. He’d always kept you safe, and had absolutely no intention of letting that guard slip now. 

“Travel safely,” you called after him and he gave a final wave before pausing in the doorway when Stephen moved to close the door.

“Keep her close,” Loki warned quietly, the smirk disappearing completely. “There are whispers in the village of treachery and assassination. Do not let anyone have the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.”

“My associates are building wards around the castle and her quarters as we speak,” Stephen replied in agreement, a quick glance in your direction to ensure you weren’t listening. 

“The tea was a nice touch,” Loki noted with a hum. Stephen nodded curtly. 

The tea had a protection enchantment included in the mixture of herbs. Something small, but effective if you found yourself in danger without him, Wong, or Wanda nearby.

“Be well,” Stephen closed the door once Loki was out of sight, turning and finding you digging through his trunk of cloaks at the back of the room. “What are you doing?”

“I want to see Natalia and James,” you answered, pulling out a large blue cloak and holding it to your shoulders. 

“Absolutely not,” he crossed his arms. “Your father was just killed, possibly murdered. You’re not going to the village unprotected.”

“That’s why you’re coming,” you threw a crimson cloak in his direction, fastening the blue one over your shoulders. 

“Did you miss the part where I said murdered?” he asked in disbelief. 

“Then it’s a good think I’m friends with assassins,” you chimed back, pulling the hood of the cloak over your head. “They might be able to tell us something.”

“I’m sure Wanda and Wong have already talked to them,” he shot back, folding the cloak over is arm. “You should stay at the castle, at least for tonight.”

“You already know I’m going to go regardless,” you replied. 

“Because you’re a headstrong idiot,” he sighed, reluctantly pulling the cloak over is shoulders. “Who clearly has a death wish. What if your family comes looking for you?”

“They won’t,” you answered with a confident grin. “Mother is going to be with Morgan and Peter is going to lock himself away in the armory or training fields until the knights give up and make him retire to his chambers.”

“You’re so confident in your knowledge of the castle,” Stephen snorted, tying the cloak around him. 

“It’s what happens when you’re the eldest daughter of a king,” you replied, patting him on the shoulder. “You see everyone, but no one sees you.” 

“Poetic.”

“Also, you owe me an ale for enchanting my tea,” you quirked a brow toward him when he stammered back a response. “Didn’t think I would notice?”

“I’m losing my touch,” he sighed, waving a hand and summoning a bag of coin.

“No, you’re just turning into a fussy mother hen,” you grinned, the smile looking far more relieving than the grief he know you wore on the inside. “It’s endearing.”

Wha danger was a short outing for the evening? It was arguably safer in a crowd than alone in her chambers, especially while Wong was still working on the wards.

Besides, the assassins you’d found friendship in would do well to keep threats away as well.

And while Stephen pondered this thought, you were already part-way out of the room and headed toward one of the hidden passages in the hall. 

(---)

2 - a night at the pub

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just friends?; uchiha sasuke

uchiha sasuke x reader | 1.7k words

warnings: one night stands/ friends with benefits, cursing, arguing

genre: angst with a happy ending

summary: sasuke and you weren’t necessarily exclusive. it was a friends with benefits situation and unfortunately, you had caught feelings for the man. one day, you see him out in the village but what happens when you see him with another girl?

a/n: i know i haven’t been posting at all lately but school has been such a struggle recently and i’ve become unmotivated :( once thanksgiving break comes around, i’ll be able to get to all the requests! please be patient w/ me but in the meantime i’ll be posting fics that have been in the drafts for wayyy too long!

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You and Sasuke had a lot of history.  It wasn't rare to find Sasuke knocking on your door in the middle of the night looking for company. You didn't mind at all. As much as you wanted Sasuke to stay, you knew it would never happen. He always left before the sun rose and you were left cold and empty in your bed. You two never spoke about it, but it was implied that he was trying to keep it strictly as friends.

Although you two tried so hard to keep things as friends, feelings developed unknowingly.

Your relationship with Sasuke didn't bind itself to your bedroom either. It was rare to see Sasuke out with friends, but if he knew you'd be there, he made an effort to show up. Naruto would always make it a point to mention your name in hopes that Sasuke would perk up a little. Practically everyone around you could see the tension between you two. It was undeniable and painfully obvious. During his nights out, he'd share knowing glances and flirt with you. When you had a plus one to any event, Sasuke was always your go to.

Nothing was official between you two, but you prayed that one day things would be. You had spent countless days crying over the black-haired ninja and frankly, your friends were fed up with it.

-

You found your way into Ino's house laid your head on her lap while she ran her fingers through your hair.

"You saw they way he was flirting with me right? But then he just acts like I'm nothing to him. Ino, I don't think I can do this anymore." You looked up at her ceiling with glassy eyes and her fingers stopped in their tracks.

"If you can't handle this anymore, the only thing I suggest you do is break it off. I know how much you love him Y/N, but he clearly doesn't see you like that."

A tear slipped down your cheek and Ino quickly brushed it off.

"You shouldn't be crying over a boy, Y/N! What about we have a girls night tonight!" Ino suggested and a smile tugged at your lips.

You let out a thank you to the blonde and she pulled you up from the floor. Much to her disappointment, the next night you would be letting the same Uchiha into your house. She could tell by the way your head hung as you walked into her flower shop the next morning. She didn't pry at all, but she was concerned for your well-being.

Sasuke was also dealing with his own inner turmoil. It initially started out just as a one night stand, but you kept drawing him in. He was enchanted by you. You had captured his attention and every moment he spent around you was purely euphoric. Simply being in your presence made his head spin.

He enjoyed the little bouts of flirting you shared and he loved the way you looked at him. He always thought that you wanted to keep it strictly as friends so tried his hardest to pretend like those cheeky moments were reality for the sake of his own fantasies. From there, Sasuke knew what happened to him. He was falling hard and he couldn’t save himself.

The way your voice played a symphony in his ears, the way your eyes twinkled when you saw him, the way a blush made its way up your cheeks when he complimented you. Those nightly visits weren’t just a thing of pleasure anymore, Sasuke needed those visits. He needed you.

He didn’t think he was good enough for you. Even though he had a composed air around him, doubts weren't a stranger to him. His mind was constantly filled with questions surrounding you. Why would you go for him when there are other people in the village? He could never treat you the way you deserved to be treated and he sure as hell wasn't doing it now. He tried to keep you at a distance to save you, but you always made your way into his heart. He was stuck and didn’t know what to do.

-

A few days later, Ino had called for a girls day out to help get your mind off of Sasuke. Ino, Sakura, Hinata, and Tenten had decided that retail therapy would solve all your issues.

You and the four girls made your way down the village, bags in tow, looking for something to eat. You suggested to go to Yakiniku Q and the four girls agreed. As you were walking to the restaurant, Ino turned around abruptly and stood right in front of you blocking your path.

"Hey, Y/N! We should take another way to Yakiniku Q. There's a store around the corner that I really want to check out."

You looked at her oddly. "Can't we just take a look after eating? I haven't had anything all day."

Ino's eyes darted to the other girls silently pleading for help. Tenten put a hand on your shoulder and smiled.

"Y/N, we should just check out the store! I bet Ino will be quick."

Even though Tenten tried to give you her most convincing smile, you could sense something wasn't right. Sakura and Hinata agreed with Tenten and Ino and tried ushering you the other way, but you shook their hands off of you.

You gave them a look of confusion. "We're literally almost there, can't we just stop and eat for a bit?"

The girls began trying to block your path and you knew something was extremely off.

You pushed past them. "What is up with you guys today?!"

Ino looked at you with sad eyes. You took a glance up ahead and saw Sasuke with another girl. Your posture instantly slouched and an overwhelming amount of emotions hit you all at once.

Hinata looked at you. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

A shaky sigh left from your parted lips. You knew what you were getting into and yet it all hurt the same. You put on a sad smile and looked back at the four girls surrounding you.

"No, no everything's okay. I swear. Can we just leave?"

The girls nodded in sympathy and whisked you away from the scene.

-

You didn't come home until late. Your feet were absolutely sore from being dragged place to place. You set your bags down in your bedroom and changed out of your uncomfortable clothes. As you made your way back into the living room, you heard the familiar knocking. Your body automatically raced to the door and although your mind was telling you to stop, your hand was already on the doorknob and you let him in. You sighed deeply. Your frustration built up inside of you and you were going to let it out on him, not caring about how he felt in the slightest.

"Hey Y/-"

You cut him off abruptly. "What were you doing today, Sasuke?"

He raised a brow at you. "I was just hanging out with a friend."

You scoffed. "Oh, a friend, huh? Is that it?"

He stared at you with furrowed brows. What was up with you?

"Yeah, I was just out with a friend. Look, if you’re going to get onto me for who I’m around, then I’m leaving." He turned around but was caught off guard by the sudden firmness in your voice.

"I just want to know who that girl is. That’s it."

"Y/N, you and I are just friends, right? Who I’m with should not concern you in the slightest. I’m leaving. I'll see you later."

Sasuke held his hand up as a farewell and turned to the door. You felt the tears and emotions bubble up within your body. You were teetering on the edge with Sasuke for so long and another moment spent playing this game of chase would break you.

"Don't you dare leave right now! We're not friends and you fucking know it!"

The Uchiha stopped in his tracks and brought his hand away from the doorknob. He'd be stupid if he said that he didn't have any feelings attached to you. He wanted you, he craved you. Everyone knew not to get involved with him, so why did you desperately cling onto him? Your faint sniffles brought him out of his thoughts.

"If you leave right now, don't come back. If you see me in the village, don't even bother looking at me and don't even think about talking to me ever again. II can't do this anymore."

Your tears began to freely roll down your cheeks. Sasuke turned around and looked at your crying figure You looked up at him with red eyes and something snapped within him.

He rushed towards you and cupped his hands around your face. He placed a harsh kiss on your mouth and you cried even harder.

Sasuke wiped the stray tears on your cheeks as you buried your head into his chest.

"I'm sorry, Y/N."

You grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and sobs racked your body. "Do you know how much it hurt? Everyday I let you in hoping you find something that would make you stay. I love you so much to the point that it hurts.”

He rubbed soothing circles on your back in an attempt to calm your crying figure. With each cry you wailed, Sasuke understood how much this was hurting you. This wasn't what he was expecting. You loved him. All his life he tried running from people. He couldn't bear to lose anyone else, but knowing that you were feeling the exact same way as he did made him finally realize his errors. You wanted every single part of him and he felt the same.

As the minutes passed, your cries became hushed and your breaths became stable. He carried your sleeping figure into your room and gently laid you down on the bed. This time, Sasuke was going to stay. He was tired of running away from you and his feelings.

You woke up with dry eyes and an arm securely wrapped around your body. You turned to find Sasuke sleeping soundly. You placed a hand on his cheek and one of his eyes opened. He pulled you in closer and placed a kiss on your forehead.

He whispered three words against your skin and if the room wasn’t silent, you would’ve missed them entirely.

"I love you, Y/N" He mumbled and hid his face in your shoulder.

A sudden warmth spread within your body and your heart began racing. You laughed and smiled widely.

"I love you too, Sasuke."

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[spencers-renaissance]

Rain is a Chance to be Touched Ch.15

if we cannot find the light, we will always make our own

Chapter Fourteen

This is the fifteenth chapter in my ongoing hotchreid fic! Please click here for the fic summary, full tags, trigger warnings, more information etc.

Last Chapter: Derek & Emily called Spencer for a consult, and with him off his antidepressants, things very quickly fell apart.

In This Chapter: Hotch & Penelope pick up the pieces.

tw: depression-related exhaustion, disordered thinking, reference to last chapter's breakdown, discussion of medication

Word Count: 4K

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(Quick Note: A couple of chapters ago I referred to Spencer's psychiatrist by she/her pronouns, but I forgot that I assigned that character he/him pronouns wayyy back, so I've decided to go with that one. I just wanted to address that in case anyone else caught it like I did! I apologise for the mistake & any confusion it might have caused.)

AARON

"Find my hand in the darkness and if we cannot find the light, we will always make our own." — Tyler Knott Gregson

Aaron doesn’t fall asleep until well into the small hours of the morning, finally lulled into a cold dreamless sleep once he’s cried himself out. He keeps as quiet as he can, but he knows he won’t wake Spencer up anyway: he’s completely exhausted, and he’s out cold. It’s a small consolation, but he tries to take a small bit of comfort in knowing that his boyfriend is at least getting the rest he needs.

He wakes up only a couple of hours after he falls asleep, and despite feeling completely exhausted, he sets about the things he needs to do. The first thing he does is call Strauss to request a family day — thankfully, the bureau’s been a lot more understanding of his situation since Haley died — before texting Derek and telling him that he needs to take charge of the team if they get sent on a case. Then he calls Jess and asks if she can collect Jack from his sleepover at lunchtime and have him until the evening.

With the technicalities sorted out, he makes a phone call to Spencer's psychiatrist. At this point, if he has to drag him kicking and screaming, if Spencer never talks to him again, if it calls an irreparable rift in their relationship, it won’t get in the way of him getting Spencer the help he needs. After an emergency appointment for 11am is booked, he collapses onto the sofa and calls Penelope.

“Hotch? It’s not even 7am, is everything alright?”

Just hearing her voice, hearing someone ask if he’s okay, is enough to push him over the edge. “No,” he admits into the phone, not even trying to disguise the emotion in his voice.

“I’m on my way,” she says immediately, and he can hear a flurry of activity start up on the other end of the line. “What’s happened, Hotch?”

He breathes out shakily, running a hand down his face. The early morning sun, the bustling city below him, the bright apartment all seems so contrary to the current situation. “Spencer hit a breaking point last night,” he says shakily, unsure exactly how to word it. “Derek and Emily called him to consult on a case, and they were as brisk and focused as we all are when we’re working, but he’s out of practice; he’s not used to that way of doing things anymore. It triggered him and sent him into what I’m gonna guess was a panic attack? But honestly, Penelope… it looked like a breakdown.”

“Oh God,” she says quietly, and the sound of her exiting her apartment reassures Aaron a little.

“I had no idea how to handle it,” he says, dissolving into tears. “He locked himself in the bathroom and was literally tearing his hair out… there were clumps of hair all over the floor. He was screaming at me to leave, telling me he wasn’t good enough that he forgot his place? I had no idea what he was saying—”

Penelope interrupts him. “Oh no.”

“What?”

“Well, when I first found out about his depression, Spencer told me something about how he didn’t feel like he was good for anything except his brain and IQ, you know? He said that he wasn’t cut out for friendships or relationships and I’m pretty sure he called that his ‘place’. It’s stuck with me because of just how awful it sounded.”

“Fuck,” Aaron mutters, sniffing as a fresh wave of tears come to his eyes. “So Emily and Derek consulting him for their case triggered those thoughts again.”

“Sounds like it,” she agrees. “They’re gonna feel so guilty.”

Aaron knows she’s in a tricky situation: her girlfriend and close friend sending her best friend into a near-breakdown, and for a brief minute he feels guilty for roping her in before reminding himself that she wouldn’t be anywhere else if Spencer needed her.

“Yeah, I don’t even know what I’m gonna do about that,” he sighs. “I thought about not telling them, because Spencer doesn’t need everyone knowing about every step of his recovery; it’s personal, right? But more secrets between everyone… I don’t know, it doesn’t feel like a good idea. Especially not for something this serious.”

“We’ll figure it out together,” Penelope promises. “Look, I’m in my car now. I’ll be there in 10, okay?”

He sighs in relief. “Thanks, Penelope.”

They hang up and he drops his phone next to him before staring up at the ceiling for a minute, rubbing his temples. Forcing himself off the sofa, he considers putting the coffee machine on but he doesn’t want the sound of the bean grinder to wake Spencer up, so he settles for a cup of instant coffee instead, putting a slice of bread in the toaster as well.

By the time he’s finished his second slice, Penelope’s letting herself in.

“He’s still asleep?��

He nods, watching as she dumps her handbag on the armchair and walks further into the apartment. It’s always strange seeing her without her usual colourful outfits and makeup on, and although he’s gotten used to it in the past year as they’ve rallied around Spencer, sometimes it still reminds him of seeing her in her casual clothes for the first time when she got shot a couple of years ago.

“I’m just gonna grab some breakfast and a tea,” she says quietly, helping herself to everything in the kitchen as she always does. “You go and sit down, I’ll be over in a minute and we can discuss a game plan.”

He obeys, closing his eyes against the headache coming on, but it’s only a couple of minutes before Penelope’s sitting in the armchair opposite the sofa with a cup of chamomile tea and a slice of marmalade toast.

“Right, the first thing we need to tackle is convincing him to get back on his meds,” Penelope says seriously, keeping her voice low to avoid waking Spencer up.

He nods. “I know. I’ve made an emergency appointment with his psychiatrist for 11am, it’s just a case of a) getting him there and b) making him listen to him.”

“The problem is that he sees going back on medication as admitting defeat or failing at recovery. We need to have a really honest, frank conversation with him about it, but I just don’t know how we’re gonna get him to believe us.”

“Maybe we should use our own experiences? He doesn’t think any less of me or think I’m weak when I take pain medication when my injuries flare up. He wouldn’t think any less of you for accepting pain meds throughout your recovery after you were shot. He doesn’t think less of his mother because she relies on psychiatric medication.”

Penelope nods. “He has a twisted perception of himself. One rule for himself, another for everyone else.”

Something about her words makes Aaron feel suddenly, desperately sad. He’s always been sad for Spencer and what he’s gone through, and he’s been crying most of the night, but the realisation, the reassertion, of just how much Spencer hates himself, what his brain’s put him through over the last two years cuts deep, winding him.

“I just wish he could see himself the way we see him,” he says sadly, another tear spilling down his cheek, as though he has anything left to give.

Penelope’s expression tells him she feels the same.

Hotch goes in to check on Spencer as the clock approaches nine, and his heart breaks for the thousandth time when he finds him staring listlessly at the wall again.

“Morning, baby,” he says gently, making his way into the room.

Thankfully, it grabs Spencer’s attention, and he turns to look at him, misery and self-loathing written all over his face. He doesn’t say anything, but he holds eye contact with Aaron long enough for him to understand that it’s okay for him to be there, and he makes his way further into the room, climbing onto the bed. He’s not expecting Spencer to immediately latch onto him, burying his face in his t-shirt as he clings to him like he’s going somewhere, but that’s exactly what happens.

“Penelope’s in the living room,” he murmurs, carding his fingers through Spencer’s hair. There’s no expectation for him to reply, so he lets the words settle over them as they lay quietly together; the calm after the storm. Aaron hopes it won’t double as the before as well.

After a good couple of minutes, Spencer shifts, and Aaron follows his lead as they shuffle out of the bedroom towards Penelope’s contemplative perch on the sofa. Spencer heads straight towards her, curling into her side and drawing the warm comfort Penelope always has to offer.

“Oh, baby genius,” she whispers, kissing the top of his head. “You’re okay. We love you so much.”

It’s apparently the wrong thing to say, because Spencer immediately withdraws, curling in on himself as he starts to cry.

“Hey, hey, Spencer,” Aaron soothes calmly as he rushes over to his side, “what’s going on?”

Penelope starts to apologise but Aaron shakes his head and she settles for resting a gentle hand on his side instead.

“Can you tell us what’s wrong, Spencer?” Aaron asks, a knot forming in his stomach as he hopes against hope that this won’t turn into a repeat of last night. “We can’t help you unless you talk to us.”

Spencer takes a ragged breath in, turning his face slightly towards Aaron’s direction, and his chest clenches at the bags under his sore, red eyes; his pallid skin. “I’m sorry,” he says shakily, wiping at the tears on his face.

“You don’t have to apologise, Spencer. You just need to tell us how we can help you,” Penelope says gently, her hand rubbing small, consoling circles on his side.

Spencer meets his eyes, his face crumpling as he does and Aaron, in that moment, is reminded distinctly of a star collapsing in on itself. Spencer heaves a painful sob as two more tears spill down his cheeks. “I don’t want to feel like this anymore.”

The admission seems obvious at surface level, but the magnitude of such a statement isn’t lost on either Aaron nor Penelope.

Aaron sighs sadly. “Come here, baby.” Spencer falls gladly into Aaron’s embrace, sobbing dejectedly into his shoulder, sounding so tired and defeated that it’s painful to listen to.

Once he’s finished crying himself out, Aaron and Penelope switch places, Aaron moving to sit on the sofa with Spencer propped up against him and Penelope settling into the armchair.

He approaches his next words carefully. “I’ve made an appointment for you to see Dr Parker at 11am. Penelope and I will take you, and we both think that you should talk to him about going back on the venlafaxine.”

To his surprise Spencer just nods tiredly, no longer crying and instead resuming his blank staring.

“And we also think you should consider talking to Derek and Emily about what happened yesterday,” Penelope suggests quietly, an encouraging expression on her face.

Spencer looks up at her, emotions flying across his face as he processes her words and how he feels about them. Briefly, he looks like he’s about to argue, about to shout or get mad, but he quickly deflates. “They’ll feel guilty,” he says miserably. “Not their fault.”

“Your relationships with everyone have come a long way, Spencer, and that’s great. But everyone is still fragile and affected by everything that’s happened in the past year, and keeping secrets like these is only going to hurt everyone more.”

Spencer’s still and silent for a moment before he nods reluctantly.

“I think that maybe,” Aaron ventures cautiously, “you should avoid doing any consulting work for a while. It’s clearly damaging for you and is always going to come with potential triggers, and when you’re already feeling sad and vulnerable, it’s really just a catalyst for an event like yesterday evening.”

Spencer nods at that, too, and Aaron wishes he could take his acquiescence as a win, but he knows it’s coming from a place of defeat and despair, and he’ll never take any consolation in that.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Aaron says. “We have about an hour until we need to leave, so why don’t we get you some food, get you into the shower, and then you can rest for any left over time? Does that sound okay?”

At Spencer’s agreement, Penelope heads to the kitchen to whip him up something a bit more nutritious than the toast they both settled for, while Aaron takes him to the bathroom to wash up.

“Are you alright on your own?” he asks as he sets the shower up for him, Spencer perching on the edge of the bath as he waits.

Instead of answering his question though, panic suddenly crosses Spencer’s face and he looks at Aaron urgently. “Jack!”

“Hey, it’s alright,” he says soothingly. “Jess is gonna pick him up from his sleepover at lunchtime and have him for the afternoon. I’ve taken a personal day and unless a case comes in, Penelope will be here for as long as we need her. Everything’s in hand.”

“But it’s Jack’s spring break! You should be spending time with him, not herding me into the shower—”

At the first sign of tears, Aaron is quick to step in, reassuring him as best he can. “Hey, I will spend time with him, alright? He was already going to be with Sam all morning, and he’ll be dropped off before dinner, so Jess is only going to have him for a couple of hours. And if you’re feeling well enough once we get back from the doctor’s, then he can come home early, but right now, your health is the most important thing we need to deal with, you hear me?”

Spencer nods reluctantly, but he can tell that the thought of cutting into Aaron’s time with Jack is only fuelling his self-loathing. Having to accept that there’s nothing he can do about that, he makes sure he’s okay in the shower before heading out into the kitchen to find Penelope.

“I can’t tell if that went well or not,” she says quietly, not looking up from the frying pan currently cooking eggs and bacon.

Aaron sighs, leaning against the counter top, his eyes fixed on the bathroom door. “I think it went about as well as it could.”

“I texted Emily and Derek, and they’re going to pop over this afternoon if we don’t get a case,” she says. “If Spencer’s not up for it, we can rearrange, but I thought it was better to be prepared.”

“No, you’re right, thank you for doing that, Penelope. What would I do without you?”

“Aw, stop it, bossman,” she says, grinning as she nudges him playfully.

He smiles. “I mean it.”

“I know. But I’m happy to help you guys out. I’d do anything for Spencer, and I know he’d do anything for me.”

“Without a doubt.”

Spencer emerges from the bathroom a few moments later, clad in a white t-shirt and some tracksuit bottoms Aaron is pretty sure are both actually his, damp curly hair a mess on his head. He can’t help but smile despite himself; his boyfriend looking so damn cute will always be a small pick-me-up on even the worst of days.

“Penelope’s cooked up a storm for you,” he says as brightly as the situation allows, guiding him to the sofa and tucking him in with a couple of blankets to get him as comfortable as possible.

He gets a small smile at that, and a murmured ‘thank you’ when Penelope brings him over a plate of bacon and eggs, arranged as perfectly as he’d expect with Penelope serving as cook.

He flicks the TV to the discovery channel, managing to catch the beginning of a documentary on big cats, and he counts it as a win when it catches Spencer’s attention, hoping it takes his mind off the pain he’s feeling just a little bit.

They spend the next forty minutes watching documentaries with Spencer before Penelope notices the time and begins herding them out the door towards the parking garage.

“No way,” Aaron laughs as she heads towards her car.

“What?”

“You are not driving, Penelope,” he says, laughing even more at her incredulous reaction. “I’ve seen you; you drive like a maniac. We’re taking my car.”

She pouts. “I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Does this mean I have to sit in the back, too?”

He just levels her with a look that has her sighing dramatically and flinging herself into the backseat, but when he looks over at Spencer and sees a smile on his face, he’s suddenly even more thankful for Penelope.

They sit in the waiting room while Spencer has his appointment and try desperately not to make each other more anxious than they already feel. Penelope flicks through fashion magazines at a pace that tells Aaron she’s not reading a single word, and Aaron reads over and over the case notes he’d bought with him to pass the time, no more going in the second, third, eleventh time than it did the first.

Finally, though, Spencer emerges from Dr Parker’s office with a script in hand and they both sigh a small breath of relief at the idea that he’s finally getting the help he’s been needing so badly.

“Okay, baby?” he murmurs as Spencer reaches for his hand on the way out of the psychiatrist’s office, and something loosens in his chest when Spencer nods and smiles, looking happier and more relaxed than he has in weeks.

Derek and Emily come over just after lunchtime, and Penelope gets up to open the door for them, Spencer and Aaron not moving from their position on the couch, Spencer resting his head in Aaron’s lap as one of his favourite sci-fi movies is playing on the TV.

When he sees who it is, though, Spencer moves to sit up slightly, still keeping himself folded into Aaron’s side.

“Hey, Spence,” Emily says softly, taking a seat in the armchair while Penelope comes over to perch on the arm, wrapping an arm around her girlfriend, “what’s this about?”

Both Emily and Derek look confused enough that Aaron knows Spencer will be able to tell that neither he nor Penelope told them what happened last night, willing to give him a last minute out if that’s what he needs, as well as full control over the narrative.

Derek comes over to the sofa and sits next to Spencer, keeping enough distance between them to keep Spencer comfortable, though he still rests a warm hand on his ankle. “What’s going on? You can tell us anything, pretty boy, you know that.”

Spencer looks to Aaron, and the expression on his face conveys what he needs immediately.

“Yesterday, your consult with Spencer on the methanol poisoning case triggered an… event,” he explains, trying to choose his words carefully. He wants to tell the truth, but he also doesn’t want to sound like he’s blaming Derek and Emily or use language Spencer wouldn’t be happy with. “It was a breaking point of sorts and as such, he decided to go back on his medication.”

Relief tied up with confusion are the first emotions he watches play over Emily and Derek’s faces. Everyone’s been hoping Spencer will return to his medication, but he knows they’ll want more information as to what exactly happened and why they’ve been asked over.

“An event?” Emily asks, sounding a little hesitant.

Before Aaron can answer, Spencer speaks up, his voice a little tired and croaky but convicted nonetheless. “It was a breakdown,” he says plainly, not sugar-coating his words. “I was in a bad place already and I was out of practice with what a time sensitive case entails, and it sent me into a tailspin. It reminded me of all the feelings that working in the BAU caused that year, and I couldn’t handle it. I lashed out at Aaron and…”

“The details don’t matter,” Aaron rescues his tailed off sentence. “The fact is we thought that more secrets were only going to make things worse in the long run, and you needed to understand what happened last night since Spencer going back on his meds was bound to raise questions anyway.”

“I don’t want you to feel guilty,” Spencer interjects, his voice anxious and urgent. “It wasn’t your fault, it’s just the way of the BAU and if I’d been on my medication like I should’ve been in the first place it wouldn’t have been a problem, it was just a horrible medley of circumstances. But I’ve decided that I won’t be doing any consults for a while until I can get my head on straight again. It may be that I’m never able to do them without being triggered, but we’re going to play it by ear.”

Aaron smiles at him proudly, kissing the top of his head as soon as he buries back in for a cuddle.

“Oh, Spence,” Emily sighs sadly. “I’m so sorry, we didn’t even think. We were so caught up in the case we didn’t even stop to consider you and how you’d interpret things.”

“I don’t want you to feel guilty,” Spencer says again, this time from his place on Aaron’s chest. “I’m sorry that it had to be you guys that triggered the breaking point.”

“We should’ve been more considerate,” Derek says firmly, his expression filled with regret. “The last thing I’d ever want is to make you feel the way I did last year, and even though other circumstances contributed to what happened last night, we still failed you, kid, and I’m so sorry for that.”

“It’s fine, seriously. In a way, I’m glad it happened. Something had to give, and I’m glad that I can look forward to finally feeling normal again. I talked to my psychiatrist this morning and even though… it still feels a little bit like giving up, I feel better about it. And we’re gonna work on my attitude to medication in the next couple of sessions until I feel more comfortable about it.”

Aaron knows how much Spencer hates talking about his recovery, so it feels like a big step for him to be so personal and vulnerable in front of four different people, even if they are all virtually his family at this point.

“I’m proud of you, Spencer,” Emily says earnestly, and even though Aaron can tell she still feels guilty, at least it’s no longer the most dominant emotion on her face.

“Me too, kid. You’ve been through hell and back and we’re all so proud of you for getting to where you are.”

Spencer smiles gratefully, but Aaron can tell he’s exhausted from the events of the morning, so he sends a look to Penelope and she shows Emily and Derek out, but not before giving Emily a kiss and being teased by Derek for it.

“Right, baby,” he says as the apartment quietens and it’s just the three of them left. “I think you could do with a nap, don’t you?”

“Don’t wanna leave you,” Spencer mumbles tiredly, clinging to his t-shirt.

“Well how about I come and sit with you while you sleep, yeah? You go and get tucked in and I’ll be in in a minute, I promise.”

“You better.” It’s not much, but it’s the closest to teasing Spencer’s come in weeks, and he’ll absolutely take it.

He gives Penelope a warm hug and disappears into the bedroom.

“Looks like I can leave you to it,” Penelope says quietly as soon as the door’s closed behind him.

Aaron looks at her seriously, before wrapping her in a rare hug. “Thank you for today. I mean it. I don’t know what we would’ve done this past year without you, Penelope, but we sure as hell wouldn’t be where we are now. I’m always gonna be thankful that Spencer has someone as wonderful as you to call a best friend.”

“Hotch,” she says tearily, “I love you both so much. You don’t have to thank me, but it means a lot that you did.”

He smiles at her. “You should go back to the BAU. Go and find Derek and Emily who are no doubt beating themselves up and tell them they’re being ridiculous.”

She gives him a mock salute as she smiles back. “You got it, boss.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Keep me posted,” she says as she gathers the last of her things and heads to the door. “Let me know how he’s doing tonight and I’ll pop round after work to see him tomorrow, okay?”

“Perfect.”

As soon as she’s gone, he climbs into bed with Spencer and wraps him up in his arms, feeling — for the first time in weeks — a distinct conviction that everything is going to be okay.

Chapter Sixteen

Soooo, we don't hate me anymore? I really enjoyed writing this part of the fic, I'm such a sucker for third act angst and the resolution is always so satisfying to me, so I hope I managed to give you guys the same feeling. Only one more chapter to go, and then we're done wtf, how did that happen? I can't wait for you to all read the happy lil ending I wrote for you! See you next Saturday, for the very last time :( If this chapter has brought anything up for you and you're feeling unsafe please check out this link <3

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Opposites Do Attract

Description:  “a scenario where tsukki is in love with a person who is completely opposite of him and she is cute and shy and all”

Requested: Yep Yep! This was a fun one to write. I adore Tsukishima. So whatever it is I am writing for him, I am going to enjoy doing so 110,000% Absolutely rambled on and ended up writing wayyy more than I anticipated.   Hope you all enjoy! ~Admin Crow  💚

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It started off rocky. Let’s be honest, Tsukishima Kei isn’t the nicest person up front. He’s blunt, he can be a total asshole sometimes, saying what’s on his mind without a care in the world who it affects. 

So when you first met it wasn’t all ‘rainbows and butterflies and perfection.’ No, it was you accidentally bumping into him, causing his brand new headphones to fall to the floor with a crash and Tsukki going off thinking it was Hinata who had ran into him. His words of anger flying out of his mouth faster than they ever had, but were immediately cut off when he saw you standing there, tears in your eyes and the apology dead on your lips. He didn’t even get the chance to apologize before you had turned and ran off, fighting off tears at the harsh words he had directed at you for an accident. 

Despite that first interaction, it definitely led down a different path than expected. Both of you finding wanting to find ways to apologize to the other. Tsukki grumbling at the idea of having to apologize, I mean it wasn’t HIS fault you weren’t looking where you were going. Nor was it your fault that Hinata had been buzzing around him constantly that he assumed it was the little orange haired tangerine. But the idea of apologizing in general had been difficult for him to accept. 

You on the other hand, were worried you had broken his headphones and just waited for him to unleash his anger again, demanding you buy him a new pair. So to hopefully prevent that from happening, you decided to purchase a gift card for him that he could use on his music however he wanted. 

The next day you had snuck it into his locker with a sticky note attached to it saying sorry with a cute little chibi drawing apologizing. You tried not to be super obvious about it all day, peeking looks at him during class to see if he seemed different after getting your gift. 

When Tsukki did find your gift he was honestly surprised. You had no reason to buy him a gift, but because you had bought him one, he definitely had to say something to you now. So at lunch, he swallowed his pride and saught you out. 

You weren’t difficult to find. Not when your closest friend happened to be Yachi, which oddly made sense to Tsukki considering you and Yachi seemed to have similar interests and personalities. 

“You didn’t have to buy me a gift. My headphones are fine.”

The sound of Tsukki’s voice coming out of nowhere had startled both you and Yachi. Yachi immediately relaxed and said hello to him, while his gaze remained fixed on you. 

Blushing you anxiously played with a strand of hair and quietly responded “I felt bad about knocking them onto the ground and wanted to make up for it somehow..I hope the gift will make up for it!” 

The sincerity in your voice and the cute way your face turned light pink with a blush caused Tsukki to share the feeling, a blush rising to his face in response. “L-like I said, you didn’t have to buy it for me...but it will go to good use so thanks.” he responded quickly, before darting off to the other side of the cafeteria where he could process what just happened. Not wanting to stick around to be confronted by Yachi asking out loud why he had run off like he did.

After that interaction Tsukki couldn’t get you out of his head. Had you always been that cute? He didn’t really pay that much attention to others in his class, and up until then, you were included in that. And when Yachi started inviting you to hang out with her more and more, including inviting her to volleyball practices, Tsukki’s thoughts seemed to almost revolve around Volleyball, sometimes school, but mostly you. 

It became obvious to some of the upperclassmen that Tsukki had developed a crush on the cute, shy first year that had started coming to practices almost daily. And it was even clearer to them that you had a crush back. But if they didn’t do something to help out, it was obvious that the two of you would remain oblivious to each other’s feelings. So a few weeks into this oblivious pining between you two, they decided to take action. 

It was the end of practice on a Saturday morning. You had plans with Yachi and Hinata to go to the mall after practice. So you were in your f/c t-shirt dress and a cute pair of shoes. Your hair done in a way that complimented your look. You had even put on a tiny bit of make up that made you look even cuter when you blushed. Tsukki had clearly noticed your outfit and it was obvious that he was distracted. And because of that, Sugawara Koushi had decided enough was enough. 

When the boys where in the locker room after cleaning up from practice, Suga nudged Daichi before throwing an arm over the tall first year, bringing him down slightly to his own height. Suga grinned at the first year “So Tsukishima, tell us, what do you think of F/N-chan’s outfit today? She looked super cute in that dress right? And how she did her hair?” 

Tsukki fought the urge to blush and groan at the same time. On the one hand, it was pretty obvious he thought you looked adorable. On the other, there was no way Suga was asking out of the kindness of his heart. Tsukki adjusted his glasses to hide the blush fighting to rise before clearing his throat “I mean it’s not like we haven’t seen her in street clothes before. So what makes what she is wearing today any different?” There. That was a neutral enough remark that it should be accepted. 

Of course, Suga was only setting the trap with his comment. No way was he walking away today without Tsukki at least attempting to talk to you about his obvious feelings. “Well I think you should tell her that you think she looks cute.”

Sputtering Tsukki gave his senpai an incredulous look, obviously caught off guard at the jab at his growing feelings for the girl. “No way. Whatever you are trying to get at it’s not going to work. Besides, we are total opposites so it would never work anyway.” 

Tsukki thought with shutting it down by bringing up that comment, he would be left alone by his pushy vice captain. But no, that comment only drew a devilish grin from the silver haired setter before he turned to the other first years. “Hey Hinata, you are hanging out with F/N today right? Make sure to tell her that  Koushi Senpai thinks she looks super adorable today okay?” 

Tsukki’s eyebrow twitched at the response Hinata gave, but mostly at the thought that Hinata would be the one telling F/N that Sugawara thought she looked cute. Koushi senpai? Since when were they on first name basis...?

To top it all off, Daichi’s laugh from behind Tsukki caught his attention and drew him out of his quickly rising questions. Causing him to turn and look at the captain. “You know Tsukishima. In some cases, opposites do attract, so I think you should take that chance to talk to her. I bet she would really enjoy it.” he added with a wink before opening the clubroom door, breaking the silence of the secret conversations going on in the club locker room. 

Tsukki let out a sigh. Not because he was annoyed. But because they were right. And he knew they wouldn’t stop badgering him until he talked to you. Which to be honest, sounded more and more like a good idea the longer he thought about it.  

Grabbing his bag, Tsukki tossed it over his shoulder while telling Yamaguchi not to wait for him today. He had an adorable, shy, and extremely cute girl to go find and attempt to talk to. Who knows? Daichi and Suga could be right. Opposites could attract, but he wouldn’t know if he didn’t try now would he?

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Here you gooooo. This was wayyy longer than I was aiming for and I'm not sure how I feel about it but I hope you like it!! <33

Remus often wondered whose idea it was to make him a night owl. He already had enough trouble with sleeping when the full came up, he didn't need to stay awake reading until the sun came up. 

Unfortunately the dead of the night was the only time he ever seemed to be able to get anything done. There was something strangely soothing about the night. Dark shadows stretching across the walls, making rooms silent and yet alive all at once. It was a brand of quiet you couldn't quite achieve during the day. Too many watchful stares and curious ears.

No, the night was much better, Remus decided. And if he had to sacrifice some sleep for peace and quiet then so be it. Didn't mean he wouldn't very much regret this decision in the morning. With that in mind Remus reluctantly flipped the book closed. Much as it pained him to admit it, the book would still be there tomorrow. 

Rolling back the curtains as quietly as he could, Remus leaned over and placed the book on his bedside table. Pushing various objects out of the way as he did so. He was about to roll over to sleep when something caught his eye. It was the corner of the Marauders map. And even though every fiber of logical sense in his being was screaming at him to ignore it and go to sleep, he tugged it off the edge and unfolded it. 

The map unfurled to reveal the layout of the school grounds. The usual suspects traversed the canvas of the map. Teachers pacing in their offices, random students wandering about , and even Mrs. was awake, still scouting for students out of bed. Remus frowned at her moving dot. He'd had way too many near misses with her when the Marauders were planning for pranks. In addition she seemed to have her own special brand of hatred for him. 

It's not like he wasn't used to animals hating him, what with the whole werewolf thing and all. But even he had to draw the line at her pissing in his bag. Even with magic it had taken weeks to get the smell out. 

Shuddering slightly at the memory, Remus decided to call it a night. No need to dwell on the past. As he started to fold it he caught Sirius' name in the corner of his eye. 

It wasn't unusual for Sirius to be up and about in the dead of the night-- he had worse sleeping issues than Remus did. It was odd however, for him to be in the common room. Normally Sirius would frequent places like the roof or the top of the Astronomy tower. As if the high spaces could act as a counterbalance and tether him.

Remus weighed his options. He could go downstairs and check on his friend or he could stay up here and sleep. He was out of bed before the question even finished asking the question. 

The stone stairs were bitingly cold and Remus distantly cursed himself for not wearing socks. 

When he was at the foot of the stairs he saw him. Sitting cross legged by the fireplace, back hunched over so that his long hair fell in curtains around his face. 

Remus walked cautiously towards the other boy, not wanting to startle him. As he got closer he could hear Sirius speaking. A long string of muttered words, said quickly and with barely a breath between words. 

"Sirius?" Remus asked softly. 

Sirius jolted in surprise, a breath of air hissing through his teeth. 

So much for not startling him. 

"Godric, Remus, you scared the hell out of me." 

"I can tell," Remus returned, dropping down to sit next to him. 

"Ha," Sirius said, shifting slightly. But Remus didn't miss the way Sirius casually moved his wand over to the side of him. 

Keeping his observation in mind he asked, "so what are you doing down here?" 

"The usual," Sirius shrugged. "Insomnia, boredom, waiting around for stragglers that I can scare the crap out of. I should take lessons from you Remus." 

"Maybe," Remus says simply, much more interested in Sirius' stiff and stilted movements. 

"Are you ok," Remus said, gesturing vaguely at him. 

"Yes, why?" 

"You seem a bit off." 

"I'm absolutely, one hundred percent-- fuck," Sirius hisses through his teeth. Hand immediately reaching around to clutch at his arm. 

Slowly, and breathing harshly, Sirius removes his hand. It comes back scarlet with blood. 

He turns to Remus, grey eyes cracked with pain. "You walked in on me doing a healing spell. Looks like I didn't get as much of it finished as I'd have liked." 

"What happened," Remus asked softly, he had a feeling he already knew the answer. 

"My mother truly is a gem," Sirius says by way of answer. Confirming Remus' suspicion. 

"I'm sorry," Remus whispers, voice cracking slightly at the end. 

"Don't be," Sirius says, giving him a wry smile. "I'm used to it."

Sirius closes his eyes, deep breaths making his frame shake. 

Remus hates it. He hates seeing Sirius in pain. He hates that he had to suffer through it. And most of all, he hates Walburga Black. 

Sirius has picked up his wand again, resuming his muttered spell. 

Remus carefully reaches over and plucks the wand from him. Tapping it lightly against Sirius' skin and picking up the spell. 

He doesn't miss the shimmer in Sirius' eyes. 

"It's okay to cry," he tells his softly. 

It's a long while before Sirius speaks. Those grey eyes heavy with unspoken words. He looks down at Remus' hands as they slowly stitch his skin back together.  When he looks up his gaze is somehow more pained than before. 

 "Not for me."

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My Stalker - Bang Chan (1/4)

October. A time for endulging in whimsicals fancies of corporate candies, horror movies, spooks that are camp and creeps that are chilling and for your small town - the Halloween carnival. The carnival had been a tradition for as long as you could remember, coming for the weeks leading up to Hallowe’en, with the main attraction being a haunted house - the likes of which had won numerous TV awards for being one of the scariest attractions in the country, with it being particularly popular amongst your age pool - adolescents and young adults.

You, yourself had never been. Perhaps it just wasn’t something of interest to you, or perhaps you were, like all your friends said - scared. What was there to be scared of? Well a lot. There’s a clown room for one, a maze room with a masked chainsaw man chasing you, a serial killers basement… need I go on? 

Regardless. This year. The year of 2019, was slightly different. Because one of the scare actors had caught your attention. Bang Chan. He had started the year late, but had somehow managed to weasel his way into your classes course. He was reserved and quiet, kept to himself mostly. He sat at the front of the class and was always early, he didn’t volunteer much but got 100% on almost any test he took. When people tried to engage with him he would laugh and be sarcastic and cynical and look at them with such intensity that you could swear he was burning a hole right through their skull - it was a look of superiority and confidence. Most people didn’t see that though, they just took his jokes at face value, but there was something cutting about them, something with an aura of uncomfortable truth to them.

He favoured dark clothes, sportswear mainly, he had an athletic build and was constantly slouching, making him appear shorter than he actually was. 

The first week you didn’t talk to him much, not having a reason to, but then the most peculiar thing happened. A week after he arrived you broke one of your pencils in your bag, it must have been crushed by your lunch, or your water bottle, or the endless notepads and folders you carry. Regardless, you put it on your desk intending to bin it after class but forgot to pick it up. 

The next day however, after class ended Chan pulled you to the side just as you were leaving, as you felt his heavy hand on your shoulder and turned to see he had your pencil - perfectly fixed and glued together, so meticulously that you couldn’t even trace the cracks.

“You should be more careful Y/N,” He teased, in his charming but acidic way as you stood there confused and unable to process why he had done this for you.

“Is this my pencil from yesterday?” You asked rolling it between your fingers, surely he had just bought another one or given you a spare. Which was equally weird, but hey it was a more logical explanation.

“What? No?! I fixed it for you Y/N,” he said - drawing out your name again as though enjoying the way it tasted. “I’ve seen you use that one a lot, it’s a pretty cool pencil with the sparkles and rainbows. It’s cute.”

Now your face had been peppered with a pink blush, the strange compliment leading your wave of confusion to be overlapped with that of fluster. 

“I’m Chan by the way,” He said loudly as though intending for you to hear his name. To remember it. You already knew his name of course, having been curious about him for some time. Your friends had done the whole social media stalk and found his facebook page filled with pictures of nights out with his friends, photos at the beach, his dog, his soccer activities. Your friends Josie and Eve were already in relationships though, and having seen the slight gleam in your eye when looking at his pictures - well, they both tried to push you into speaking to him. 

“Oh well nice to meet you. I saw you moved halfway through September, that must have been tough for you. How are you settling?” You asked putting the pencil in your pocket staring up at him only to look away, as though his bright glare was like that of the sun.

“It’s been alright so far, I’ve managed to catch up with classes,” He shrugged moving restlessly from side to side. “Well some of them…”

“I thought you were doing really well all things considering you seem to be getting full marks.” You smiled at him, and for the first time you saw his smile, as he beamed back at you. It was the type of smile that lit up his face and made him appear less intimidating, it was at this exact moment that you felt your heartbeat jump.

“Yes well from speaking to people everybody says your the best at this module, which isn’t surprising, I mean the only times I’ve seen you outside class you’re always in the library studying,” He said still with that charismatic smile, his movements becoming more animated, it was like as though for the first time you were meeting the real him. Of course this second outburst of compliments only deepened your rouge cheeks to scarlett.

“I mean I know some of it but-”

“Well if I ever get stuck I know who to come to for tutoring. Besides your in my debt now,” He smirked looking down at the pocket you had put your pencil in. “Well I’ll see you round Y/N~”

And as he set off the oddest thought crossed your mind… how did he know your name? I mean you had found his out through him telling it to other people when he introduced himself but he had never witnessed no such interaction on your part. He didn’t even sit near you. And what was with the pencil? Who does that?? Why??? Why does he need help? Why did he arrive late to school? All the while your head felt light, dizzy with the interaction, you had never acknowledged his looks and charm for yourself before, you had never felt like this before, nobody had taken such notice of you before. All the while Chan’s footsteps paced the hallways growing lighter, his smile widening, for he knew all the answers to your questions. 

That had been the first interaction, and after you had told Josie and Eve they brushed off the whole pencil thing as creepy, along with him, he was a creep, and they took back every good word they had ever said about him. The three of you were out that day, rummaging through shops for a decent Hallowe’en costume, it may only be the start of term but everybody’s mind was on the Monsters Bash on the 31st October which your school was running, it was to be an outside ball on the sports field with marquees and fairy lights and bunting, cheap alcohol would be provided along with Hallowe’en candy and students were already planning where they would pre drink and where the after parties would be and the buzz was only intensifying as the event neared.

“Slutty witch, slutty nurse, slutty cat, slutty clown… huh slutty scooby doo,” Josie rattled as she sorted through the outfits on the railings. She was a tall girl with a lithe build, long brown hair, pale skin and with an effortless beauty that you envied, she could make anything look stunning. Even a slutty scooby doo costume. 

“Imagine how many people are going to go as the Joker this year,” Eve said, rolling her eyes as she stood on the opposite side of Josie, she was the shortest of the three of you with dyed red hair that was constantly in some type of complicated braid, with her sweater sleeves always pulled over her hands and her shoes always a worn out pair of black converse. 

“I know! I’ve already had to persuade Jack that we’re are not going as Harley and the Joker, I upset him, and now we’re not doing a couple costume anymore.” Josie pouted.

“Same!! Me and Daniel couldn’t agree, I’ve told him for the millionth year that I’m not dressing up as Sally and Jack. It’s just so unoriginal.” Eve shot back with equal passion.

You stood there unable to contribute to such talk of relationships as your mind swirled to thoughts of Chan, what would he dress as this year? Would he even attend the Bash, did he even have anybody to go with? Like sure he had friends, but he didn’t have friends that he could go with. The thought of inviting him crossed your mind, but that was wayyy too ahead of yourself, but perhaps, if you talked to him more and got closer maybe you could go together. Maybe for once you wouldn’t be the 5th wheel in your friendship group.

“What are you going to go as Y/N?” Josie said pushing all the clothes on the railing to one side in dismay as you left the shop.

“Hm I’m not sure yet,” You said pausing your train of thought on Chan.

“Well I got an idea looking at that scooby doo costume.. how cute would it be if we went as the Hex Girls from that show, we can have our own couple costumes,” Eve piped up as Josie shook her head.

“No way! Who's going to get that reference?” Josie replied.

“Erm.. the intellectuals!” Eve laughed. “And if we don’t win best costume, I’ll literally sue the school.”

“So you’d be Luna, I’d be Thorn and Y/N can be Dusk?” Josie said, slightly coming round to the idea.

“Oh my god it’ll be soooo cute!” Eve gushed as you just nodded your head. 

So that was that on October 31st 2019 you and your 3 friends were going to the Monsters Bash as a 90s goth girl group from Scooby Doo, if that didn’t win round Chan.. what would??

Well after that shopping trip at the weekend Monday rolled around. It was the first day that you’d see Chan again since your class together on Thursday and you had spent the whole weekend playing out scenarios in your head like a bad fanfic. When you arrived to class you were surprised to see he hadn’t arrived yet which was verrry unusual for him so you sat in your usual seat towards the back and began to unpack your stuff. Too focused on this activity you had barely noticed somebody come and pull a seat next to you as you looked up to see Chan.

It may be because you had gotten a crush on him but damn he was looking way more handsome than you  thought he was. His dark eyes glanced at you as his dark brown hair, had been dyed a sludgy green over the weekend which was the first thing you complimented him for, it framed his face differently to his blonde hair, made him seem even more mysterious and alluring, his cheekbones more defined, his jaw sharper, his hair cut shorter slightly as you noticed several ear piercings down his ears. 

“Good morning Y/N,” he said cheerfully, although you could see how tired he was from the shadows under his eyes and a sheepish paleness to him.

“How was your weekend?” You asked, only thinking now that maybe it was a bit forward that he had just sat next to you today, with it being the only day he had been late, but those thoughts were pushed out with concerns for him and thoughts of his looks and your curiosity and- and- and-

“It was decent. I had a lot of practice to do though. I somehow managed to get a job at the ghost house and we’ve been doing rehearsals all weekend,” He said slamming his notebooks onto the table next to yours. You noticed him pull out a little red notebook by accident which he quickly shoved to the bottom of his bag which he kicked to the ground and under the desk. “What about you?”

“Oh that’s so cool. I’ve never been to the ghost house myself but I love the carnival. Well we went costume shopping for the bash but didn’t find anything, but we decided what we wanted to be though,” You said, subconsciously smiling at him.

“Whose we?” He asked raising his eyebrows.

“Oh just my friends Josie and Eve, they’re in different classes to me,” 

“And you’re going as….?”

“We are going as the Hex Girls if you know who that is, I’m going to be Dusk, you know blonde hair, green dress.. The drummer..” 

“That’ll be really cute,” He nodded as you felt that dizzy feeling again from his compliments, you were about to reply but with that class had begun.

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