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[kosije]

sins in silk

c/w ★ ׂ duke!miguel ohara x princess!reader, they are from different kingdoms, mentioned age-gap, forbidden love aspect, pregnancy kink, mentions of masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, mutual head, fingering, size kink, art cred: kammie_arts1903

"Princess, the Grand Duke is here. May I bring him in?"

"Show him to the study for now. Tell him I will be right out. Be sure to thank the Grand Duke for his patience."

"Yes, Princess."

"Oh, Will?"

"Yes, Princess?"

"After you inform the Duke, please excuse everyone to their chambers, yes?"

"But princess, you know if the king found out we had left your side, even with the Grand Duke we could lose our-"

"I will not let that happen. So please, Will, do this for me."

All though apprehensive, your servant bows and disappears from your room, in long strides to the Duke.

It's the 5th time this month he has come to the estate. Always with the intention to see the King and ruminate. And despite him being so much older than you, your father's closest friend and strongest connection to the 2099 kingdom, and is only to wed a woman from his territory, each time he has come has left you tangling a hand in your silk sheets, hushed cries of the Duke's name left to fall from your wet lips in a silent plea.

Every time he drops by unannounced, talks to your father, and leaves. Every time he has his salt and pepper sprinkled brown hair combed back away from his face, showing the wrinkles on his forehead. Every time his eyes have focused on you, running over you like the pretty oil portrait that hangs above the study's mantle as his jaw flexes brows furrow, something in you ignites and the yearning becomes almost palpable.

Never does he say more to you than a few words, only acknowledging you after with how his body tenses when you're around. He runs as cold as the marble under your feet as you move to your vanity to reapply your perfume and shift your dress to expose enough of your collarbone without looking intentional. You're buzzing at the thought of seeing him, taking the rollers out of your hair with bubbling anticipation. This is the first time he's come amidst nightfall and the first time you two will be alone. With your hands resting to your front, you walk to the study well aware of how low your neckline is dipping while high pillared walls with paintings of cherubs and past battles trail you illuminated by ivory candles.

When you push past tall burgundy doors, you're greeted by the sight of Grand Duke of 2099, Miguel O'hara, who's stretching his back with two large hands on his hips. The deep groan he lets out makes your skin flush, and when his cold gaze meets yours you almost shiver. His eyes drift from your face to just right where your dress exposes a bit of the fat on your breast, and you smile when you hear him suck in a breath.

"What do I owe the pleasure, Your Grace?" His eyes tear from your chest as he focuses on the crackling fireplace.

"Just here to see your father, is he near?" He asks, brown eyes fixing back onto yours. Your smile only widens.

"I'm afraid the King is away, but he should be returning soon, you are more than welcome to stay 'till his return."

"I shouldn't-"

"Humor me, Your Grace. After all, I am a bit lonely without my father to talk to." you say, batting your eyelashes at him bashfully.

Apprehension is so clear on his face, but still he nods, straightening his white button up and waiting for you to go on.

"Follow me," you say, walking back down the hall until you reach your room.

"Princessa, I will not go further, this is inappropriate. A young lady shouldn-"

"'M not as young as I was before. Surely you can agree, no?"

"Even so," He coughs. "That is not the point-"

"You should have no trouble entering. I have already given my permission."

He doesn't look convinced.

"Do you not trust me? Have I done wrong by you?"

"That is not it, Princessa-"

"Then please, my duke, time is slipping right past us." you whisper, slipping through the doors, intentionally brushing your hand across his thigh. You grin when you hear his shaky breath, and hear your door not only close, but lock.

"What is it that you have here that we couldn't be anywhere else for?"

"Are you putting on an act," you ask him, turning around to face him still at a distance. "Or are you truly this aloof, Your Grace?'

"I’m sorry?-"

"I have a confession," you say. walking closer and closer until his breath is caught in his throat, and your lips are just a nudge away from his.

"My father won't be returning anytime soon." And suddenly, it seems it has clicked in his head, as his eyes darken.

"This can not happen."

"You're right," your hand is pressed up against his chest.

"Someone could hear us," He whispers, making no effort to push you away.

"I've already dismissed everyone to their chambers."

"If your father ever found out there could be a war," he tries to argue, but his head is still dipping down, ghosting over your lips.

"We have all night to just the two of us."

And just a second after saying that, he kisses you. His lips are hot, hungry, and experienced in the way they move against yours, swallowing your every breath. His hands find your waist, but he hesitates and you can tell he hasn't given in completely. And something about that excites you.

You pull away from his lips, leaving him noticeably confused until your hand reaches down and palms his cock, happy at the way he's already hard.

"Do you know just how long I've been wanting this?" You ask shifting him around you.

He doesn't say anything, only shakes his head "No."

"Ever since the day you came back to visit, I haven't been able to think of anything else." When you push him down on the edge of your bed, he shivers when you drop to your knees and play with the button on his slacks.

"Every night, I touch myself on these sheets to the thought of you." You confess, finally free him from his pants, leaving him in the thin fabric of his underwear, painfully soaking up the front of them with his pre.

"Princessa," He finally says in almost a whine. "If you say things like that I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back."

And dipping your hand under his waistband to grip his cock, you savor how thick and heavy he feels and the groan he lets out with a kiss to his base. You can't deny the bit of worry that flushes through you when you see just how big he is. Thick beads of cum pulse out of him that you lick up hungrily, humming at how you can feel hus veins on your tongue.

"Then please, Your Grace. Give me everything."

That seems to shatter his self control, because suddenly he has a hand in your hair and a hand on his cock as he forces your lips over his angry brown head.

"You're such a damn tease, you know that?" He gritts out, bullying his cock all the way to the back of your throat and then some. You gag and choke around him, already feeling your throat burn and eyes well up.

"Always coming around me with your father with your body on display in those cute little gowns, batting those pretty little eyes at me when you talk. What would your father think if he knew all of that was because you were trying to get my attention?" He coos between groans while using your face like just a vessel to get off, and your cunt starts dripping. "Just so I could fuck your pretty mouth like this?"

You can't do anything but moan around him, croaking out gasp when he finally lets you catch your breath before immediately pulling you back down onto his dick rapidly as snot mixes in with tears, spit, and cum starts to drip down your jaw and onto your floor. He begins to unbutton his shirt, before tearing it off completely, leaving buttons to fly across your room. Looking up through teary eyes you take in the way his usually combed back hair sticks to his sweaty forehead messily, as his abs tense and relax with every rapid breath as his mouth lulls open with lidded eyes, moaning when he sees just how well you swallow him.

Swiftly, you run your tongue over the slit of his cock, hearing him whine, and feeling the grip on your hair tighten enough to burn your scalp. Your throat aches with every heavy thrust that only spurs on the throbbing between your thighs as your hands play with his balls and he stutters in your mouth, shooting his seed down your throat, midst mumbling praises.

Without word or warning, he flips you over, effectively pinning you down to your bed once he's come down from his high. His large calloused hand runs up and down your thigh before tossing your nightgown up, and he groans at the sigh.

"You needed me so bad you didn't wear anything under this frilly thing? What a filthy girl." He grins, slapping your dripping cunt and drinking up your moan in a kiss.

"Your Grace,"

"That's not what you should be calling me." He grits, crouching down to his knees to lick a stripe up your throbbing pussy.

"M-miguel,"

"Yes, Princessa?"

"Please."

"Please what, Princessa?" He says, licking another stripe, but slower.

"Please...don't tease me." You whimper, muffling your moans with the back of your hand.

"And what shall I do instead?"

"Kiss me harder, please. I need it, Mig-" and your sentence is cut off by the feeling of his nose kissing your clit as he buries his face into your sopping heat, groaning at the way you suck his tongue in. You're writhing at the feeling, but when you feel one of his calloused fingers push through you, you lose your vision for a second.

"Fuck- you're even tighter than I thought you were," he groans, and you feel your body ignite at his admission.

"You'd think of me?" You ask with such a worn out voice, Miguel's hips buck up in search of any friction at all.

"All the damn time. Would fuck my hand everyday over those pretty eyes and lips, imagine how pretty you'd look all happy and spent, with the image of my love spilling out of you." He confesses, speeding his assault on your hole, hitting spots with his fingers you could only dream of, before latching his mouth back on and fucking you with his tongue and fingers. The arousal in you was rushing through you like a wave and just after a strangled moan it blows out of you in pleasurable burst that leave you flushed. He hungrily drinks you up like a starved man until you're whining from the sensation.

When he rises from the floor he doesn't bother wiping your slick from his mouth, only laughs at your fucked out expression, and runs his lips over yours, amused by how you trail after him. Annoyed, you wrap your hands around his collar and pull his lips onto yours, gasping and licking into his mouth. Between the taste of you on his tongue, his rock-hard cock rubbing against your puffy folds as your hands run through his sweaty hair.

"Gonna give me one more?" He asks, voice low like gravel.

"I'll do anything for you, Miguel. Anything you want."

He kisses you again, a passionate thing as you both whine at the feeling of him bullying into you.

"'Ts too big, Mig- oh! S-slow down!" You cry, but his hand slaps the fat of your thigh and grips it, hitting you even deeper at a fast pace. The pain is still there, but feeling of pleasure is much more intense. And it only skyrockets when you hear his voice.

"Sshhh sweetheart. You're-fuck-already taking me so well. so damn tight around me. Be good and take what I give you. So I c-can tell your father what a nice cunt his perfect little girl has." He rasps, pounding you even deeper than before, and your nails dig up the fabric of your sheets, leaving fabric frayed in long scratches. One hand grips your thigh as the other moves up your dress to tweak and grope your breast, making you clench down around him. He drawls out a curse as his head falls into the crook of your neck, inhaling the smell of your sweat and perfume that makes him impossibly more needy to where he's plowing through you in quick hard strokes that move your bed to knock against your walls, shaking the shelf above you.

His teeth sink into your neck, almost as a mark of ownership, before sucking a bruise into your skin, continuing his markings lower and lower to focus them on your breast. Your back arches at the sting and you cry out at the imposing feeling building up inside you.

"Such a pretty girl," he says, leaning over to look you in your eyes, studying the gaping of your mouth and tugging on your brows as your orgasm builds up. His eyes are trained on you, as he throbs inside you, stimulating you further.

"I'm close-" you whimper, voice cracking as he licks a stripe up your neck.

"Yeah?" He asks, smirk practically audible as he hums in your ear. "Do it. Squeeze me, sweetheart."

It only takes a few heavy strokes to hit your sweet spot before you are gushing around him, making his thrust sporadic and moans louder.

"Yes-shit- let me fill you up. I'll give you an heir, and then I'll-hah- fuck you again, and again, and again."

"Yesyesyes, please." You think you exclaim, but can't tell if you said it out loud or just in your head because of how overestimated you are. His hand rubs circles on your clit, and your toes curl as your heels dig into the muscle of his back.

"Fuck- I'm gonna-" He spits out, just before spilling his seed into your cunt, carefully riding out his orgasm inside you while pushing his cum deeper into your womb. His palm stretches over the expanse of your chest as he leans down to kiss just above your belly button. The room is quiet now that he is still inside you, and you watch Miguel lean down to kiss you once more, in the form of a soft peck to your swollen lips. Once he pulls back, he leaves you briefly before returning with a warm damp cloth that he wipes you down with. Once he is done, he discards it into a bucket and lies himself down next to you.

"If we continue to do this," he says, carefully pulling out of you. "We will eventually have to tell your father."

"You're right," you whisper scared, but when you feel his strong arm pull you flush against his chest, hope surges through you and you bury your face into his warm body.

"We'll need to get up early, the maids would appreciate finding us like this."

"We'll be fine. After all, a pregnancy will shock them far more than this."

"I'm sure it will," he laughs, kissing your forehead.

Since envelops the two of you, as you notice his breathing deepen.

"Your, Grace-"

"Miguel," he corrects, eyes dancing across your face with a small smile.

"Miguel, my father will be gone on the next full moon."

"The next full moon, huh?" He asks no one at all, pushing your hair behind your ear.

It’s bittersweet asking him to sneak around with you again. And yet, all he says is a simple "Okay," placing a kiss to the palm of your hand, and you understand what the gesture is:

A promise.

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HARRY POTTER HCS !!

FIRST “I LOVE YOU” !!

prompt: harry potter characters and their first “i love you”s in relationships

characters included: harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, draco malfoy, ginny weasley, seamus finnigan, fred weasley, george weasley

warnings: you and seamus smoking in seamus’ part, swearing, physical abuse in george’s part

harry j. potter…

who said it: harry

when: 5th year

“cmon… just a little bit more..” harry cooed patiently, hands placed on your hips. “forget it, harry. i don’t think i’ll ever get it right.” you sighed, wanting to throw your wand down on the ground.

dumbledore’s army had just begun merely a few sessions ago, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get your patronous just right.

maybe it was because you upset professor dolores umbridge today and pushed her far beyond her limits (not even on purpose, for that matter). or maybe it’s because colin creevey was stuck way too far up your arsehole whenever you would do something wrong when it came to today’s D.A session.

“well, maybe i can give you a happy memory to think about.” harry suggested. “how on earth do you plan to do that?” you questioned, wary of what he may do.

“maybe…like this.”

and with that, harry began to scan your lips with his, feeling for all the fine details that no one else would get to see but himself.

harry felt you smile against his own lips before pulling away, with a lopsided grin smearing his cheeks.

“i love you.” harry smiled, sounding as if he’s been waiting a century to say those words to you.

“i love you too.”

ron b. weasley…

who said it: him

when: 3rd year

“oh no!! oh no no no..!!” the ginger boy roared as he was being dragged by the foot by the black-furred dog (unbeknownst to him, which was sirius black), “i can’t die yet!! i haven’t told (y/n) how much i love her yet!!”

“you bloody moron, she’s right here!!” the shorter bushy haired girl replied, slightly jealous it was her best friends name and not her own.

“i love you, (y/n)! if i die, i promise my ghost will haunt you!!” ron shouted before being dragged away out of sight.

“i love you too!” you yelped, hoping he could still hear you.

hermione j. granger…

who said it: you

when: 7th year

“i know this isn’t much… but i wanted to be able to do something for you for our anniversary.” hermione said, rubbing her neck in pure embarrassment.

you, hermione, harry, and ron were on a hunt to look for all of voldemort’s horcurxes, and because of that, you all were staying in a rubbish tent in the woods.

the tent was empty for the most part, other than the small radio player that had muggle romance music on it.

“harry and ron are out of our hair…well for now anyway. i told them to go look for anything that could be useful, i just wanted to have a nice 3 months you.”

“you kicked them out for me?” you asked, disbelief leaving your throat.

“well yes — and i know it’s not much but-” the brunette would’ve continued if you didn’t interrupt her, and she gives a slight pout because of it.

“but it is much, it is something ‘mione! it is because i love you.”

“i- uhm. repeat yourself, please?”

“i love you, hermione.”

draco l. malfoy…

who said it: him

when: 6th year

“isn’t that right, ms. (y/n)?” the barely human wizard, voldemort, said, looking at you from the other side of table.

you gulped quietly, your shoulders stiffening. “yes, sir.” you murmured, glancing at the platinum blonde boy next to you before averting your gaze.

you and draco grew up together - as your mothers were very close in their teenage years, your fathers, not so much. but they got along okay.

when draco first became part of the death eaters, his mother decided it’d be easiest to have you there, to make it a little less hard on him.

“excuse me for a moment.” draco mumbled, somewhat abruptly, as lucius and the lord were in the middle of a conversation. draco stood up within the blink of an eye, and sped walked out of the room.

“would you be a dear and check on him for me, honey?” narcissa leaned over and whispered in your ear, as you were seated between draco and his mother.

you gave a small half-smile with a nod, as you politely excused yourself, afraid of what voldemort could do if you had done it in a way of which he didn’t like.

you went around the halls of malfoy manor, the walls of which most of your childhood memories took place, as sad as that is.

you saw a crack in the door of draco’s room, and you opened the door a tad more

draco said there, looking down at his folded hands, not saying anything.

“are you okay?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer.

“those meetings…get to me, sometimes.” the blonde mumbled, his voice cracking slightly.

“me too..” you answered, rubbing your hand up and down his back, as you sat next to him.

“thank you, for always being here. i’ve spent my whole life with you, i never want to let you go.” draco said, giving a small smile.

“i won’t ever leave you behind, okay?”

“this is exactly why i fell in love with you all those years ago.”

“wait…what?” you denied, your voice quiet.

“you heard me, i love you (y/n).”

ginevera m. weasley…

who said it: her

when: 5th year (well 4th year for her)

“hey (y/n)!” a familiar, high, squeaky voice called out to you, sounding a bit distant.

“oh, hi, ginny.” you half smiled, looking down at the younger girl.

“i need to talk to you, now.” ginny asked — well demanded, but she meant to ask.

you’ve known ginny long enough at this point to know sometimes, when she wants to ask a question, it can accidentally turn into a demand. especially, when she’s nervous.

“okay, no problem.” you reported, knowing exactly what she was going to say.

she grabs your wrist with a firm grip — but not firm enough for your to be hurt. and walks you down to a more empty side of the hogwarts express.

“i love you. and quite frankly, i hate it when you spend more time with my brothers and less time with me because it’s not fair, i fancy you!” the smaller ginger insisted, with a small stomp of her foot to show she meant what she said.

“i love you too, don’t worry, gin.” you spoke, as you tucked a string of hair behind her ear, that was before in the middle of her face.

she gave a lopsided grin before happily skipping off and giving a sing-songy goodbye.

seamus d. finnigan…

who said it: him

when: 4th year

the yule ball of the 1994 school year was slowly coming to a close, but you were unable to find where your date had ran off to, one moment he was with his best friend, dean thomas — and now you have no bloody clue where he is.

there was only one placed you hadn’t looked yet — the astronomy tower.

you begin your walk up the tower of many staircases and you hear some intense coughing the higher and higher you reach.

before your eyes, you see your boyfriend — or date, or technically boy friend, as the relationship between the two of you is a bit complicated, with a cigarette between his fingers.

“hey seamus.” you say, as you sit down next to him, leaning into his touch.

“hi doll.” he says, grinning as he puts an arm around your waist.

“can i smoke with you?”

“absolutely not, angel!” seamus gasps, shocked, putting a dramatized hand to his chest, his mouth open a gap.

“huh? why not?” you asked, now just confused.

“because! i love you! i’m not letting a gorgeous goddess inhale that shit!” seamus replied, now tossing his cigarette away into the distance.

“you love me?”

“with every inch my body stands.”

fred g. weasley…

who said it: him

when: 5th year (3rd book/movie)

“i don’t know how you could even do this, i don’t know what half of this is supposed to to mean..” your ginger boyfriend said, cuddled up into your side, as the two of you studied for the following potions exams.

“well, to make it’s quite simple, it’s just seeing it on paper is the hard part.” you said, nudging him slightly, to make sure he wouldn’t fall asleep again.

“oh, how so?” he asked.

“well actually you take the-”

and before you could get any further, your boyfriend pecked you on the lips.

“sorry, at first i was interested and then i just didn’t care anymore.” fred said with a chuckle.

“fred gideon weasley!!”

“i’m sorry, i love you, does that make it better?”

“i… yes.”

george g. weasley…

who said it: him

when: 7th year (5th book/movie)

i mustn’t make mistakes any longer.

i mustn’t make mistakes any longer.

i mustn’t make mistakes any longer.

i mustn’t make mistakes any longer.

i mustn’t make mistakes any longer.

the words on your arm continued to ring in your ear, like the tangy feeling on your tongue after eating spicy foods.

none of this would’ve happened if you didn’t snap at the new d.a.d.a teacher - dolores umbridge.

the torturous (literally), cruel woman put you through so much pain in one detention.

don’t get me wrong, you’ve gotten detention once in 2nd year, but this could never compare.

the words on your arm were the ones that made you cry terrifying sobs as you had to continue to write and write and write - thanks to your low physical pain tolerance and somewhat sensitive heart, you just couldn’t bare it.

sprinkles of raindrops began to form in your eyes, they ground onto the table you were sitting at, as you tried to rub your eyes before anyone happened to notice.

“hey, love, are you okay?” george weasley - your boyfriend asked, scurrying over to you.

your arm was angled in the correcting lighting and point of view to where the taller ginger could see your scars perfectly.

“blimey!” your boyfriend shouted, pointing, before madam prince gave him a stern shooshing.

“what happened?”

you clung onto him immediately, sobbing quietly,

“hey love — it’s okay, i love you, i’m here and i always will be.”

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How To Not Welcome The New Years (MHA)

(MHA Edition x Gn! Reader)

MDNI

W: Everyone is Aged Up (18+), Cheating, Angst, Hurt/Injured, No One Is a Good Person Including the Reader, (C: Bakugou, Shinso, Monoma, Kirishima, Aizawa, and Hawks)

Bakugou

He was always too busy for the smallest of things.

He was too busy to set up a date night.

He was always too busy.

He had no problem doing the interviews he hated but he had an issue if you asked him to go to bed with you if you wanted some affection.

Your relationship was wilting away right under him and he seemed to not care.

You checked out of it already. You were ready for him to end things soon since he didn't bother to get you a present for Christmas and he didn't even come home for the holiday either.

He didn't even bother to open them once he got home and instead went to his office to finish up some reports.

You thought that maybe he would try to put in an effort for New Year's.

His agency always hosts a party for the sidekicks and you, delusionally, thought he would take you.

He left you behind at home to greet the new year.

You called him.

He surprised you when he picked up. In the background, you could hear his friends talking.

Maybe once upon a time, it would hurt that he was prioritizing his friends but you were numb. It no longer mattered.

"What do you need Y/n?" He was annoyed. Maybe it was at you. Maybe it was because of how loud his friends were being. Kirishima could be heard in the background talking about some trip he had planned for after New Year's.

You dont remember the last time he ever took you on a vacation.

"I'm breaking up with you. I'll be out by tonight." You're to the point. There was no reason for you to prolong it.

He fell out of love and you were done with being in love with someone who didn't see you as worth spending his time on.

"W-what?! What are you talking about?"

"Bye Bakugou." You ended the call and began packing.

Your phone kept ringing as you packet. You turned it off after the 5th call.

You had an apartment already. You had it just in case you ended the relationship earlier.

You welcomed the new year alone and walking down the busy and joy-filled streets of Japan, bags in hand and phone turned off.

Shinso

He was so sweet when you both started dating.

He was attentive and patient with you. Never did he raise his voice even when you were in the wrong.

He coddled you and that was something you didn't mind too much as your relationship progressed.

It felt nice to be wanted and to be looked after but it began to change as you both got older and entered your respective careers.

He started snapping at you.

He was angry. He reminded you of Bakugou but he lacked the ego.

The once loving and comforting Shinso was now a brut who came home to get upset with you.

He yelled, he cried. He was frustrated beyond belief. He repeated as much to you.

"You wouldn't understand just how hard my job is." doesn't matter if you worked the same job or not, he always made you feel like you were not as hard-working or as overworked as him.

For the holidays he didn't bother to put on a happy face when you visited your family. He started arguing that you should have gone to his family for the holidays.

For New Years you had hoped he would've appreciated the reservation you made at his favorite restaurant.

You dressed up and made sure to make yourself look and feel good. You liked having an excuse to dress up, try something new, and see what might make him happy.

You both agreed to meet at the restaurant since he was out working.

And when you got there he was in his hero uniform instead of the suit he had said he was going to change into at the agency he worked at.

He was sweaty and dirty, and his hair had stuck to his forehead.

"Shinso, you said that-" You were cut off as he slammed his hand against the table, the drinks that had been set spilling onto the table and onto the floor.

"For fuck sake, Y/n. I just got off of work. Can I please relax?" He snapped at you.

You started the New Year crying. He kept muttering to himself about how upsetting it was that he couldn't eat in peace.

Monoma

He was gentlemanly with you. Always opening the door for you, taking his jacket/hoodie/coat off so you could wear it even if it means that he'd be cold.

He was always attentive even if he was self-centered at times.

As he entered his career he was bombarded with work all at once. He never had a moment for you and when he got home he would say he was tired.

You thought that maybe for the Holidays he would get a break but that wasn’t the case. He was working late, barely answering his phone and sleeping at the agency just so he could finish paperwork.

He told you that he would take you to the agency’s New Year’s party.

You were enjoying the music and the drinks, speaking to his friends and your friends when you realized he wasn’t by your side anymore.

You looked for him and in a hallway you found him kissing with someone who you knew to be a sidekick.

“Monoma” You didn’t know what to say or do. He jumped and pushed the sidekick away before trying to get close to you.

“Y/n! W-Wait! Let me explain. This is all a big misunderstanding!” He tried explaining but you were already walking away. He went back to the party and couldn’t find you anywhere.

No one knew where you were and he couldn’t get a hold of you. He started panicking thinking that you might have gotten hurt or worse.

Kirishima

Kirishima didn’t know when to quit and that was the reason why you loved him so much.

He was always trying to push himself to do things that he might fear for the sake of someone else.

He was scared to ask you out and when he managed to get the word with he couldn’t help let out a cheer when you accepted to date him.

Once he started his pro-hero career it took a lot out of him. Physically and mentally.

He was constantly getting injured and every time you had come to the hospital not knowing how or why he got hurt.

There were times when he nearly died and it left you distraught. You never knew when it would be the last time you’d see him.

And he refused to tell you what he was doing or how hurt he was.

New Year's was no different.

He was hurt and bleeding out after fighting a villain. He was rushed to the hospital and when you arrived to check up on him he snapped at you when you began asking him what happened.

You had spent so long telling him that you wanted him to stop taking so many risks. His health and life were on the line and he truly didn’t need to be making brash decisions.

"Y/n, if I don't do this who will?" He was frustrated and you understood that but you also dreaded someday not having the chance to see him again.

"Eijiro, please-"

"Y/n, stop. Just please stop." He doesn't want to hear you complain and he asks you to leave.

He hears the fireworks outside his hospital room.

Aizawa

He's always stressed out and that's how you met him.

He was feeding strays on his patrol and he saw you doing the same.

You started dating and it didn't bother you at all that he was absent often since he worked at UA and as an underground hero.

He made an effort to be there for the holidays but even if he couldn't be there he would make sure to tell you in advance.

The only issue with this was that he prioritized work and solitude more than being around people.

You could understand that he wanted to have his breaks in peace but it also meant that he would push you away.

It started bothering you after a while. You told him that you'd like to spend more time with him and he agreed that he could try but nothing changed.

UA decided to host a New Year's party for the teachers and students.

Aizawa went, not bothering to tell you, and when you tried getting a hold of him he didn't answer his phone.

You got into an argument when he came back.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to the party? I could have joined you." You felt hurt.

"I only went to keep the peace. Hizashi made me go."

"And you could have brought me so I could meet your coworkers."

"Stop it. Im tired and want to sleep, Y/n." He cut you off.

He went to bed leaving you to sleep on the couch as you watched the news broadcasters celebrate the new year.

Hawks

He played the role of an attentive boyfriend well.

He felt something for you, he knew it was something positive but he didn't know if he could define it as love.

He was always good at pretending so it didn't hurt to try and be your boyfriend.

It was a new relationship and he liked the affection he got from you. it was nice.

He felt appreciated in a way he hadn't been before.

Your touch, your kisses, your hugs. It was warm and inviting.

It all came crashing during the New Year party the hero commissioned hosted for all ranked heroes.

He was getting pictures with fans, talking with possible investors for his agency, talking with heroes, and all while ignoring you.

You understood he had his priorities on his agency but ever since you two started dating, it felt like he wasn't really invested in the relationship. Like something was missing from it.

When the countdown began, you tried getting him to join you out on the balcony. You wanted to greet the new year with him but he wouldn't budge.

"Give me a second." He said before making his way over to Endeavor and Jeanist.

The clock hit midnight and everyone cheered as they congratulated each other.

Hawks didn't go back to you at all. You left the party without telling him anything and just went back to your apartment.

He didn't notice you were gone until they started clearing the space and the cleaning crew started cleaning up.

He looked for you and when he couldn't find you he tried calling.

You never answer him and so he left to search for you before leaving you a last text and heading home.

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Do You Hate Me? // Robin Arellano X gn!Reader

Request: Hello, I have a Robin request/idea for you. Maybe the reader is friends with Finney, but not really friends with Robin. Robin thinks the reader hates him, but they have a crush on him and just can’t express it normally. Hope you’re having a good day/night💕

Warning: Cursing, Bloody knuckles, angst (I LOVE SM), mentions of anxiety (the tiniest bit) Tell me if there is more!

The bell rings, telling everyone 2nd period is over. I walk out of the classroom and go to my locker. I start to put the combination in when I look over to see Finney and Robin walking over to me. Shit, open, quickly, please. I curse to myself. Since I was rushing I messed up the code, and I wanted to punch myself in the face. I start putting my code in normally, excepting my fate.

“Hey Y/n.” Finney says, stopping next to me.

“Hey guys.” I say, opening my locker. Robin please don’t talk to me-

“Hey, want to walk to next period together?” Robin asks, smiling at me. I look at him and quickly think of an excuse. We both have the same next period, math, but I really didn’t want to walk with him.

It’s not that I hate him or anything like that. It’s actually the complete opposite, I have this crush on him. I have always wanted to be friends with him, or more, but I don’t want to make it obvious that I have a huge crush on him. I feel like I would just ruin everything so I make excuses to not hang out with him. We have hung out before, but only with Finn there and he never left our side.

“I have to go to the bathroom, but next time maybe.” I say, slightly smiling, taking my books out of my locker. I felt bad, and I see out of the corner of my eye him frowning a bit. “See you guys later.” I said, walking in the direction of the bathroom. I wait a minute to hear the bell ring, then I wait a few more minutes to make it seem like I actually did go to the bathroom. I walk to my math class and open the door.

“Y/n. It is such a pleasure for you to join us.” The teacher sarcastically says. “This is your 5th time doing this in the passed 2 weeks. You know what I said last time. One more time and detention, and that was your last chance. You get detention for a week starting tomorrow.” A week?? I get for a day or 2 but a full 7 days?? That’s actual bull shit.

“I know.” I said sitting down embarrassed. Did she really have to do that in front of everyone? Like come on and of course she had to do it in front of Robin. She wasn’t wrong though, it was my 5th time showing up late. It’s because I keep using excuses to get away from Robin.

It’s horrible I know. I hate that I am doing this to him. But that is how I hide a crush from people. This is my second crush, but I have never felt this way about anyone. I don’t know why but all I can do is push him away because I am scared of rejection, or embarrassment. I want to get over this crush thing, but I can’t. It’s been 2 weeks and the feeling grows even more.

I stare at my desk, thinking about Robin. I don’t do it on purpose. I hate that I do it because it doesn’t help getting over him at all. I randomly decide to look over in Robins direction and I see he was looking at me. I keep eye contact for a second, then look back at my desk. I got butterflies from him and I hold in my smile, but then I start thinking. Why was he looking at me? Do I look bad or something? Does he hate me for not walking with him? 

Lunch Time

At my locker I see Finney walking over to me but no Robin. He is probably mad at me. “Hey, where is Robin?” I ask, grabbing my lunch bag.

“He said we would just meet him in the lunch room.” Finn responds, and we walk to the cafeteria. We sit down at our usual table and we start eating. Robin comes in and sits next to Finn. 

Finn doesn’t know I like Robin, I mean maybe he does, but I haven’t ever told him. I just hope he doesn’t say anything to Robin because he has caught me staring at Robin a bunch. I was quiet while I ate, Robin and Finney talked to each other. I listened in on their conversation but it was just about random things. Robin didn’t try talking to me like he usually does at lunch.

It hurt that he didn’t try, but I also brought it onto myself. It’s my fault for being a bitch to him.

Next Morning At School (Mixing this part up a bit sorry)

As I walk to school I notice a circle of people outside of it. I walk over to the circle to see what’s happening. I see Robin punching a kid named Moose, I didn’t really know him, but I knew that he bothered people a lot. I watch as blood forms on both Robins fists and Moose’s face. I watch as Robin gets up, cursing the kid out, then walks away.

I run over to Robin, which surprised him a bit. I grab his hand and see the blood. “Is that yours or his?” I ask half joking.

“I don’t know.” He says a bit coldly.

“Let me clean this up. I have an extra shirt and tape. I know it’s not much but its better then nothing.” I say. Maybe this will make up for how I have been treating him? He gives in, walking into school and we walk in the boys bathroom. We go over to the farthest sink and I get out the extra shirt from my bag and the tape. I grab his hand and put it under the water.

This felt weird, I mean because I haven’t ever hung out with him without Finn, and I have been avoiding him every time he wants to hang out. But now here I am holding his hand. Well more like cleaning but I was still holding it. It was awkward because neither of us said anything and the only sounds were from him wincing, or the running water.

I grabbed the white shirt and ripped it apart. It was a really bad shirt that I had in my bag just in case I needed it, but the fabric was cheap and easy to rip which really came in handy. I wrap a ripped part around his hand and wrap tape around it.

“Thanks.” He broke the silence, looking me in the eyes.

“Yeah, no problem.” I pause for a few seconds. “How does your fist feel?”

“Fine.” I nod. I try thinking of things to talk about to make it less awkward. “Y/n.” He says after a long pause. I look at him and raise my eyebrows, showing him he has my attention. “Why have you been acting like this around me? Do you hate me?”

“Hate you?” I ask, he nods. “No, not at all. It’s just a long story.” It really wasn’t a long story, I just didn’t want to tell him the real reason.

“I have time.” We did, school didn’t start until 7:30 and it was 7:13 (idk when theirs starts but that’s when mine does so). I look at the door, contemplating running out of there, but I knew I wouldn’t do it because that is just too embarrassing. I guess he saw me looking at the door so he takes a step forward, trapping me in the corner.

“I, um. Well I have this crush on you and that is how I express my feelings, I mean not express but that’s how I deal with a crush and I want to be your friend but I don’t want to screw it up and I know that we aren’t even that good of friends so it’s weird that I like you like this,” I vent, saying my words very fast. Robin’s eyebrows were up, I am guessing he was surprised with what I was saying and how fast I was saying it. “And now I am going to go because I am extremely embarrassed and I don’t want to ever talk about this again.”

I walked away while Robin was frozen. My face was red, and I wanted to never see him again. He wasn’t saying anything, but I didn’t give him the chance to, but I don’t want to hear what he has to say in response to anything I said.

In between 2nd and 3rd Period

I do my usual thing where I go to my locker and grab my math book. I made sure to do it as fast as possible, making sure Finney doesn’t come over to me with Robin. I saw them out of the corner of my eye, but I acted like I didn’t see them, and I go to 3rd period.

I was one of the first people in the classroom, and I sat at my usual desk. I don’t look at the people coming in the room. It’s like I was trying to act like everything was normal. I wish it was. Maybe I am just making this weird.

Class starts and I tried my best to keep my mind on math but it kept coming back to Robin. I felt a familiar pair of eyes on me, just like yesterday. I look over to see Robin staring at me. I don’t look away this time. To my surprise he smiles at me. I give him a genuine smile back. So things aren’t weird with us? I mean, he smiled at me so it’s not like he hates me.

“Y/n, Robin.” I look up at my teacher. “Quit staring at each other and work on your tests.”  My face heats up. Test? Wait what? I look down to see a test on my desk.

Lunch time

I knew lunch time would be extremely awkward, Finney wouldn’t know why, I mean unless Robin told him already. I sit in my regular seat, but Finn and Robin weren’t there. They didn’t come to get me at my locker so I came to the lunch room myself. I unwrapped my sandwich I made this morning and I start eating it. I start getting extremely bored so I start picking at my nails. I usually have Robin and Finney’s stories to make me entertained, but I have no clue where they are.

Maybe they just sat somewhere else? I start looking around the lunch room for either one of them. Just then I saw them come into the lunch room and walk towards the table we always sit at.

“Sorry Y/n, Robin here was telling me a very interesting story about someone confessing their love this morning to Robin here.” Finn says sitting down. My eyes widen and I look at Robin and he just smirks and looks down. God dammit. Everything after that at lunch was normal, Robin and Finn talk and I just listen.

Detention

I walk into the classroom that was held for detention and I sat at a random desk. I really didn’t know how this works, as I haven’t ever had it if I am being completely honest. I hear someone walk in behind me and I turn around. Of course, out of all people. Robin. I watch as he sits in a desk a few seats from mine.

We haven’t talked since this morning, which made things a bit more awkward. I look around the room for something to do or to stare at. Maybe like a poster or something I can read? But no. This classroom was bare asf.

“Pst.” I look over at who made the noise, Robin. “We need to talk.” My heart starts beating, Dear god no please. I nod, but I was confused how we would talk, the teacher was right there, but we were in the back, so she wouldn’t be able to hear us if we whispered. But I didn’t want to take that chance. I watch as Robin moves himself to the seat next to me and he pulls out a piece of paper and starts writing.

I anxiously wait as he is scribbling something. I hear him ripping the paper at sometimes, I am guessing he messed up, but there is something called an eraser. I watch the clock as I wait for him, he was kind of taking forever. He finally dropped the note on my desk. I looked over at him and he quickly turned his head looking the other way. I pick up the note and open it.

I don’t know where to start this so I am just going to say it. I like you too. I thought you knew that I liked you, that is why you were distancing yourself from me. I want to take you out somewhere, if you are up for it?

□ Yes □ Ew no □ Maybe?

I smiled at the options, I then looked over to Robin and he was still looking away. He still had the pencil in his hand so I took it from him. 

☑ Yes □ Ew no □ Maybe?

I fold back the paper to how it was before, then tap Robin on the shoulder. He finally looks my way, and I could see the anxiousness in his eyes. I hand him the paper and watch as he unwrapped it. I watch as he smiles and looks at me. When he sees me looking at him he tries to hide his smile but he couldn’t.

THE END I LOVE THIS

I would be up for a part 2, also THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR ROBIN ARELLANO AND MIGUEL CAZAREZ MORA

#the black phone #robin x reader #robin arellano x reader #robin arellano #miguel cazarez mora #miguel cazarez #miguel #miguel x reader #miguel cazarez mora x reader #requests are open

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The After Effects:

Summary: Even though Diana only gets custody of you Friday through to Saturday the effect she has in you is drastic, Aaron catches on to you picking up some of her behaviours and Ins’t tolerating it.

The first time Aaron saw Diana hurt herself was long before she was pregnant, tearing out her own hair with her bare hands and seemingly for no reason, he just stood there stunned and confused, what was he supposed to do? Was he supposed to stop her? Eventually he decided the best thing to do was simply walk out the room since when he tried to stop her it only made more agitated but when he was you picking up on it, and so young he was again confused as what he was supposed to do.

Brooklyn middle had called him in on ‘concerns’ he assumed it was just the type of hazing you get when your a single parent, maybe Diana had tried to snatch you again or you got in a scrap with another student but instead of a scolding teacher he was met with more fear and concern, Mrs Dwight, your 5th grade teacher sat him down with you beside him and pulled out a stack of papers.

Mrs Dwight: “Mr Davis, over the course the last week Y/n has been drawing more and more so concerning drawings”

she laid out 3 drawings all self portraits of sorts, one with you with scribbled black eyes and no mouth, another with red streaks coming out your body and finally one were you were standing alone sounded by black, alone.

Mrs Dwight: “ we’ve also observed some disturbing new behaviours from Y/n”

Aaron:” Like?”

Mrs Dwight: “ she keeps hitting her head against hard surfaces, doors tables walls and windows, it got so bad another student got involved, uh Miles Morales? He held her until she exhausted herself but she still developed swelling on her cheek because of it”

Aaron: “oh…”

Mrs Dwight: “…my self and the school are concerned, is there something going on at home?”

Oh please spare me, there was nothing wrong with his home, they should call in Diana, ask her where your learning this shit.

Aaron: “No, There’s nothing wrong at my home…I uh…Y/n’s Mom is a little unstable and I’ve seen her hurt herself before, she might be getting it from her”

Mrs Dwight: “ oh, well I’ve never met Mrs Davi-“

Aaron: “Nefratari, Her name is Diana Nefratari”

Mrs Dwight: “oh, well should I call Mrs Nefratari, maybe she can be of help?”

Aaron: “God no, please I’ll deal with this just do not get her involved!”

Aaron basically ran out the school, god help if the school actually did contact Diana he’d never hear the end of it, with you by his side he shuttled out the school basically dragging you by your hand down the street being silent until he finally reached home, he saw you making a break for you room only for him to hook his fingers into the handle of your back pack and pull you back.

Aaron: “ where do you think your going, huh?”

He said dragging you across the floor.

Aaron: “ wanna do something stupid like hit your head on some shit then hide away in your room? Schools gonna think I’m hurting you”

He plopped you onto the coach and pushed back your hair to see you did in fact have some mild swelling, and your hair was thinner by your hair line, you lightly pushed on his arm, you didn’t like being looked over.

Aaron: “just let me look at you”

He pushed your head to the side a tad to look over your skull, you had some bruising he could see through your scalp.

Aaron: “Jesus Christ Y/n, you got anything else on you I should know about?”

…

Aaron: “what you gonna go mute on me now? That's fine but if you don't wanna talk I guess you don't want to see your friends this weekend either? Can't have you hanging round people if your gonna start hurting yourself"

He's having Diana flash backs...

Aaron: "What what is it for attention? You think hitting your head on some walls is the way to go, well I'm giving you attention go on, why would you do this? You know how the school can be, they might send CPS again and I'll have to dress you like a church girl to get them off my back, and Miles, how you think that makes him feel having his classmates look at you like your crazy huh? How do you think that looks?"

...

Aaron: "Fine, go all quite on me, just like your Mom but get to your room"

And so you wordlessly stood up and sulked in your room while Aaron sat in the dark living room stewing, it was like she was bleeding into you and he hated it, he hated it whenever you picked up any small mannerisms of hers, like wiping your lip when you were nervous or twiddling your hair in your hands, he refused to let you straighten your hair since it would remind him of her, and now she had passed down her bad habits on you.

Aaron had since trained himself to look out for the signs that you were about to start, they were the same as hers, the pacing the rocking back and fourth the petting of your own her to gripping the scalp and he'd try to distract you from whatever you were feeling but it was never enough, he would catch you pressing your head on the brick wall or, like Diana tearing out your hair with a brush or just hitting yourself in the face with it, it all brought back memorise of Diana, of her hysterical screaming, the smashing of stuff it was all to much for him then, and it was still now, he had considered turning the house into a padded cell, but he also liked having exposed brick, and the more aggressive you became to yourself and the worse the bruising on your face and body you started having to miss school, he knew how they would take it if you came in with a beaten up face.

and when he caught you hurting yourself, with a brush, with your hands by hitting your head on a hard surface he would simply hold you till you stopped.

Aaron: "You can keep thrashing, I don't got plans today I can stay here all day if you like" He said while holding you in a bear hug while you pushed and kicked.

Aaron: "Go on, keep going, only gonna exhaust yourself" He muttered while you tried desperately to free yourself of him, trying to bite him only for him to shut your mouth with one hand and cover your lips while the other held you in place.

Aaron: "biting now are we? Gettin clever, that's fine I'll just put braces on you"

Sometimes, when it got really bad and you made yourself bleed while Aaron cleaned you up he would begin to tear up just a little, it was like he was back, and with her only smaller, and this time it isn't like he could just leave, you were his family, his only child and he would not loose you to the abyss that was Diana Nefratari, the pit that consumed him and trapped him with a blessing that she was desperately tying to tear from him, so she finally could eat him away, but she would not win, he would not let her win.

Evil Bitch...

#yandere morales family #platonic yandere #aaron davis #rio morales x reader #jeff morales #yandere miles morales #dad aaron davis #yandere spiderverse #aaron davis x reader #uncle aaron

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bf!lyney headcannons!

you have a nightmare and your pretty boyfriend is there for you...

bf!lyney x m!reader

author's note: so this is basically based on a dream i had last night lmao so i thought of writing some nightmare comfort😻 it was a dream but it was sad n scary. you can start reading rn. the rest of this is the nightmare and it'll be the nightmare used in this lmao🫶 | basically me and lyney were on some type of mission, i remember first i was running behind him telling him he's doing really good or whatever and then he entered some old crushed building and i entered just after him and he wasn't there. so i looked out the window, looked up, and saw him hanging, bleeding, i remember a drip of blood getting on my face and then i like started crying in my dream idk then i woke up. help😰

"shh... it's okay..."

-both of you were sleeping, wrapped in eachother's arms, nothing seemed wrong

-until you started shifting around, and finally waking up. sitting up, breathing heavily, heart pounding, and crying

-lyney woke up because he didn't feel you in his arms anymore

-"mmmon amour?... what's wrong?..." he sleepily asked, rubbing his eyes and sitting up to see you better

-you turned to look at him, crying even more now.

-but you just hugged him tight while burying your face in his neck

-"l-lyney..." you sobbed

-he was worried and started thinking about anything and everything he's ever done.

-what happened?

-"mon chéri... what's wrong?..." he asked you while planting a soft kiss to the top of your head

-"n-nightmare..." you muttered under your breath, but enough for him to hear.

-"shh... breathe..." he just held you tighter and whispered a quiet "it's okay..." to you.

-after calming down a bit, you pulled away from him and started rubbing the little space between your nose and your cheek.

-you visibly wanted to clean something.

-"what wrong? you have nothing there?..." he asked you, a bit confused.

-"i-i... i-in the dream... b-blood..." you couldn't continue that easily, you put your head on lyney's shoulder and let your hands rest in his lap

-"take your time, my dear..." he was patient with you, no wonder you loved him.

-"we were on a mission, you and me... and... you went into an old building and disappeared... a-and then... i went in... i didn't see you so i looked out the window, t-then looked up..." you started crying again.

-"mhm..." he listened to you intently, wrapping his arms around you again. he was already concerned.

-"i-i saw you... h-... ha-... h-hanging... a-and bleeding... a-a-and a drip of b-blood... fell on my face... t-then i just cried..." you hugged him back tight and sobbed once again.

-only now you know how much it would hurt you for him to die.

-you couldn't take it.

-he was everything.

-lyney was worried after hearing that, and cupped your face, making you look at him.

-he wiped away your endless tears with his thumbs.

-"i know you have high beliefs in the meanings of dreams, but i'm right here, mon chéri, and that drop of blood doesn't mean anything. i'm alright... nothing bad will happen to me..." he rubbed the place of where the blood was supposed to be and kissed your nose.

-"i-i'm glad... t-thank you, lyney..." you took a few deep breaths and felt a bit better.

-"you're welcome, [name]..." he then kissed your forehead.

-"please stay... i love you..." you said to him, leaning your head on one of his hands.

-"i will... i love you too, mon chéri..." he finally kissed you on the lips. softly, and truly.

-the two of you wouldn't know where you'd be if you hadn't found the other one.

-you two were one.

-inseparable<3

~~~~~

i love angst/fluff sm it's my way of living.

this dream made me sad tho thinking of his 5th story(i think it was the 5th???)

anyways i hope you guys have a good day/night and remember to have more normal dreams‼️

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin lyney #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney fluff #lyney angst #genshin impact lyney #genshin angst #honestly i WOULD cry. i would break down if he died. #lyney x male reader #lyney x m!reader #⑅⁠čikonyxo's post🎭

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Way of The Water

Namor X Male Reader

Request: No

Description: Y/n was a powerful controller of the seas, born from a Mutant mother and Talokan Father. Both of his parents separated shortly after his 5th birthday, his mother raised him as a normal boy who had no knowledge of his Talokan origins until he met Namor. A serious but charming man who needed Y/n’s help to attack Wakanda.

Translations:

Querido etail - Dearest friend

In Yakunaj - My Love

Ba'axten ka waye' - Why are you here?

In ajawo’ - My King

The beach was dead, no one in site for what looked like forever. You walked along the shore houses not far away, distant music playing from one of the beach side houses. You smiled as a bit of water hit your feet. For summer break you decided to go back to your moms beach house, she gave permission obviously, but you only had a year left of collage and things were getting complicated.

For years a relationship was something you always wanted, but maintaining one while trying to focus on school and learning a new found superpower was hard. Especially when your boyfriend didn’t make it any easier with you having powers.

All he did was talk about how you should join the avengers and drop out of school, but that’s not what you wanted. At least that’s what you thought, you still didn’t know much about who you were, but it always felt like a piece of you were missing. Back when your mom and step dad brought you to the beach house over summers it would always hurt to leave. Of course you mom thought it was because school was starting again soon but it felt deeper than that. Like you had left something behind, something that left you empty.

A light breeze blew through your hair causing it to mess up a bit, you tried to comb it down but just settled for putting your hood up.

You stoped and looked out to the water, the shore parted a bit so you could stand around waist deep. The powers that you had only showed up a few months ago, it was still hard to control them but they were manageable and even sometimes helpful. You never got how you got them but never questioned it either since you had other things on your mind. The breeze grew stronger causing you to squint and turn toward the shore, when it calmed there was something different.

The parted water way you stood in was surrounded by a pitch black abyss. The sound of someone swimming could be heard, very quietly but you could feel the vibrations in the water. You turn and run toward the shore, a long figure emerging behind you. Your eyes glowed blue and streams of water followed you, “Stop Y/n!”

You froze when the stranger called your name, you slowly turn, water spinning around you ready to reach out and kill this person if needed. “How do you know my name?!” The shadow revealed itself to be a man, no normal man however, he had ears that pointed to the sky and wings on his ankles, lifting him up in the air. He wore nothing but shorts and a lot of necklaces, his face was welcoming but not trusting.

“We have met before my Querido etail.” He spoke while moving closer, his feet touched the ground and he now stood only about a few inches away. “Dearest Friend? I don’t know you,” you say, eyes widening as you realized what he had just said. How did you know the translation, you’ve never heard that language before. “Ahhh, that’s where your wrong cause you do. I remember long ago we used to play together, eat together, do anything really together, we were almost inseparable. Well, I might a have been a bit protective,” he paused to study your face, “especially when you moved, you left the ocean behind after your father passed. You left me behind.”

You stepped back, “Please stop! I don’t know you, and how did I leave the ocean I’m right here and I’ve been here for almost every summer of my life.” He smiled and looked to the ground, his necklaces making a sound as he did, “I know, I never forgot. I watched from afar.”

“You stalked ME! I don’t even know you,” your hands swirled causing streams of water to spin around the mans body. He smirked and wrapped his hand around yours pulling it into a fist and kissing it, “But you do know me, and I know you In Yakunaj.” My eyes widened as a small breeze blew by, the water surrounding us slowly fell as the man’s hands soothed me. I felt a blush rushing to my cheeks but it didn’t make sense, “Who are you. You keep telling me you know me but I don’t remember you.”

“Our people call me K’uk’lkan, my enemies call me Namor,” he said in a husky voice, your hands finally separating. “What do I call you,” you mutter, he was close enough to hear everything you said. He chuckled, “Anything you wish, In Yakunaj.”

I looked around, the distant boardwalk was lit up and busy with people, you felt so calm in the moment. Even if you had just met a man from the ocean. The salty ocean breeze blew through your hair, “I don’t think your here to ask your childhood friend out on a date, Ba'axten ka waye'.” He grinned and looked back to the ocean, his left arm wrapped around your shoulders and he pointed out toward the horizon. Despite still trying to keep a clear mind, you felt so nervous around him. “I need you help, to take over the surface world.”

“What are you crazy?” I say causing his smile to drop a bit. “Listen to me Y/n. The surface has terrorized me people for centuries, our people Y/n. Your father was Talokan, so are you. Don’t you want answers?” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Come here, I always cared for you. I’ve loved you since the day I had met you and I need you now more than ever,” He said pulling me into his bare chest. His soft lips traced over mine till we finally kissed. “Come In ajawo’ , I have much to show you,” He said while holding his hand out, I took it looking back toward the land for the last time. “Let’s go.”

#namor x male reader #x male reader #lgbtq #wakanda forever #gay

[heliotropehotch]

from eden - a.h. x fem!reader

a/n: Like a phoenix, I have reemerged from the ashes of what was one my fanfiction writing career. I feel like I do this every time, I get super into writing for a couple of months, and then dip for what feels like years. So many things have happened! And I can't wait to catch up!

Please enjoy this purely fluff, purely sweet spring fic. (i'm not sure if I like it or not, any feedback is appreciated)

author: once again, finally, abby&lt;3

words: 978

warnings: allusions to sex, almost fondling, cheeky hotch

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The sunlight shined through the pollen-dusted window in the late morning of the day. The pane was cracked at the bottom, an ambient rustling of the trees in the wind echoing into the bedroom. Her skin welcomed the warm rays that bled into the room and spilt across the bed she rested on. Her bent legs had tangled in the crisp sheets that comforted her the night before. In her hands rest a book with well-loved pages and spine. It was soft and pliable against her fingers. She hummed against the wind, mouth twitching upwards as she read over a favorite line.

“You look awfully lonesome,” Aaron’s voice cut over the soft music playing throughout the house. She eyed his smirk over the top of the book, a small smile of her own playing against her lips. “I can’t have you looking this tragic and tempting.” 

“Get closer to me, then.” Her focus shifted back to the text in front of her, smile unwavering. She attempted to maintain that focus, even as she felt the mattress dip beside her, and even as he scooted her body forward just to slot himself behind her. She began to lose it, though, just as she felt his breath brush against the nape of her neck, and just as his fingers dusted across her arms to wrap themselves around her waist.

“How’s your book?” his chest rumbled as she spoke, lulling her like a siren away from her reading. She hummed as she reread the last sentence for the 5th time.

“It’s good, as always.” One of his hands released her to brush a strand of hair away from her cheek, where he rested his lips momentarily. His volumed lowered itself as he spoke into her ear. 

“I was thinking I could pick up a copy and read with you.” She turned to face him at this. His eyes were light now that they were in the sun, similar to the warmth of whiskey, and they were focused on her lips immediately. 

“You would want to do that?” She almost asked in disbelief, but only because she knew his free time was limited, and reserved for his favorite people. “Wouldn’t that take up your time on your off days?” 

He rested his forehead against hers, smile unwavering. “Well yes,” he chuckled. “But it’d be time I’m taking with you, it’s your favorite book. Plus, Jack is about to go away with his grandparents for spring break anyways.”

Her smile grew, leaning up to peck his lips quickly. “Then I’d like that very much.”

He tightened his arms around her and rested his lips on the crook of her neck. “Good,”

He sighed out of fondness, not tiredness. “I’m sure there’s other things we can do together to take up time.”

Her hand dropped to her lap, an amused eye roll gracing her face. “I knew there were ulterior motives, you little snake,” she giggled as he pinched her side. “You’re an evil one, Aaron.”

“Hey!” He feigned offence. “There’s something wrong here if you think me wanting to love on you is evil.” He pressed another kiss to her skin, right behind her ear. “Besides, we can do both things together.”

She scoffed, as she picked up the book and attempted to read yet again. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t think I can multitask that well.”

He barked out a laugh underneath her. “I didn’t mean at the same time, sweetheart. Though, now you’ve given me an idea.” She laughed against him, nearly giving up on her task as his fingertips rested just under her breasts. 

Aaron took a second to take in the sight before him. His love laying in the sun like this precious work of art only he ever got to lay his eyes on. He felt its familiarity, its effect causing a mirror image of his happier younger years. 

“You’re going to corrupt me, you know,” she reached a hand up to rake her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Aaron smiled as he turned her around in his lap to face him. He placed a gentle hand on her cheek that she nuzzled into. 

“You mean I haven’t already? I thought I was a snake.” He pulled her closed, their chests nearly touching.

She combed her fingers through his hand once more, before trailing her fingers to graze his lips. “Maybe just a little.”

He grinned at her and tugged her mouth to him. She kissed him slow, as if the moment would never end. She kissed him as if there was nothing else in the world to do. Her air filled his lungs, and he accepted it as if it would be his last breath. When they broke apart, their own little world remained undisturbed. Their forehead pressed together. “It seems I have some work to do, then.”

She scoffs once again, in love with the thought of him consuming her. “I think I can handle it.” She leaned forward as she wrapped her arm around his torso and rested her cheek just under his chin. His arms found their way back around her, just as his lips found their way to the top of her head. She hummed against him, the same sweet melody flooding through their home. 

“You are quite distracting, you know.” He chuckled under her, fingers brushing along her back. Her lips found his chest and placed a soft kiss wherever she could reach. His hand flexed against her hip each time she did. 

“Yeah, I know.” He sighed, pinching her side again and eliciting a giggle. “But you love it.”

The next weekend, the sun once again slithered its way into the room. Aaron’s new copy of the book sat unread on his bedside table, next to her loved copy and two cups of forgotten coffee.

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tagging some friends who I hope remember me and are still active lmao: @spacecowboyhotch @thedancingnerdmermaid @rousethemouse @ddejavvu @ssahotstuff @ssamorganhotchner @genevievedarcygranger @sleepyreaderreads

#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner fic #hotch #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hotch fluff #look at that cheeky motherfucker #the return of heliotrope

[hogwartsandhawkins]

Prove Me Wrong

Chapter 7: Pancakes and Meatloaf

Prove Me Wrong Masterlist

Summary: Billy meets Jess's cat, has dinner with her family, and seems to have a fine day, but Neil makes sure to ruin it.

Warnings: Neil making an appearance again. Child abuse. Mentions of hitting/slapping. Physical harm. Mental and verbal abuse. Threatening. Swearing. Please let me know if I missed anything. Also, not proofread.

Word Count: 5.6k

Author's note: This chapter goes out to my kitty, Waffle, who recently passed away. He was my homeboy since 5th grade, and though I renamed him in this pic considering the Stranger Things universe already had its own eggo enthusiast, he will always be my #1 waffle lover.

As always, eff Neil.

Jess dreaded the next morning, as she was convinced she needed to spend less time with Hargrove than she had allowed herself the past four days. Has it really only been four days? This realization made her even more disgusted with herself. She just needed time away from him, that was it. Then everything would be back to normal. Back to how it should be. But when she walked out of her house, towards the blue Camero, four muffins in hand, Billy made it quite difficult to ignore him, as she intended on doing the rest of the day. 

“Hey there, gorgeous.” She willed herself not to smile softly as she would have a few days ago, and simply distributed the muffins evenly, not making a sound as she lowered herself into the passenger seat. “You eat already, Logan?” He was now teasing her, as she had forgotten to feed herself just yesterday. Instead of answering him with words, she simply nodded her head and then proceeded to look out the passenger window. Billy only looked at her for a moment, taking notice of how she shifted herself away from him. “Alright.”

He took his time driving this morning, not speeding to their shared campus as he normally did. The music was not as loud and instead acted as background noise to the awkward silence of their ride to school. Max also seemed to sense something was off, as she shifted uncomfortably in the middle seat and made it a point not to give Billy any shit this morning. When the car was parked, Max wasted no time with her getaway. Not leaving enough time for Jess to unbuckle herself and exit first, Max climbed over the middle console as she did yesterday, and left using the passenger door, leaving it open for Jess. She saw this as an opportunity to leave as well, but when she finally released the seatbelt and began to step out, Billy stopped her, grasping at her elbow bend, careful not to hold on too hard, allowing her to break free if she needed. “You good?” 

“Yup. See you later, Hargrove.” The way she answered told him otherwise, but he didn’t push further, considering they were now at school, with a potential audience if things went south. He chalked it up to her still being stressed over derivatives and didn’t put it passed her to have picked up her notebook last night and continue studying, even when Billy advised her to rest.

She’s just tired. And he was right, she was tired, but not because she had spent the whole night studying, but instead, spent the whole night thinking about him, thinking about everything he has done and said, every smile she had received from him these past few days, which ones were fake, and which ones were genuine. She had dissected everything that went on between the two of them, looking for any hint of insincerity, sure she would find something, and when she didn’t, it drove her even more mad, coming to the conclusion that she was delusional. 

“Yeah, see you.” He said too late, she was already closing the door as the words were forced out of his mouth. His eyes followed her as she raced toward Steve, who seemed to be always waiting for her. Just for her. He took a long drag from a now-lit cigarette and finally broke his gaze from the pair to a different group, Tommy Hagen and Carol Perkins, who also seemed interested in the previous pair Billy was just spying on. Carol seemed to be nudging Tommy, pointing meaningfully at Jess as she whispered, causing Tommy’s eyes to widen and nod in what looked like agreeance to Billy. Sighing, he took one last drag of his cigarette and ashed it in his tray where he left the remaining half for later. 

As he began to walk toward the two, Carol quickly closed the gap between the two, making sure she informed Billy of what she just realized. “Looks like Tommy was right after all,” is all she said at first, believing Billy would clue into whatever the hell they were talking about based on that one sentence. 

“What?” 

“Your little girlfriend is wearing Harrington’s sweater, how cute.” Tommy now chimed in, which was enough to jog his memory of their conversation last Friday morning. This caused him to snap his head back over to the two a bit harsher than he calculated, which he hoped his friends didn’t notice. He didn’t take it for someone else’s at first, as it fit her perfectly, slightly loose, but not by any means baggy. It was a blue-green raglan sweater, seams visible only at the shoulders, and now looking at it, the arms were much longer than they should be on her, while she seemed to stretch the chest out slightly. In other words, it most likely wasn’t hers. The left side of his mouth ticked downward, as he scrunched his nose and cleared his throat, spitting unnecessarily to the right of his stance. 

“Bitch ain’t my girlfriend.” He then began to head toward the building’s entrance, interested in leaving with or without Hagen and Perkins, but of course, they followed him. 

“I’m throwing a party at my place Friday,” Carol piped up, already bored of the prior topic, something Billy was grateful for.  “Parents are going on some holiday skiing trip. You in?” He simply grunted in response. Of course he was in. 

“Cool, later.” And with that, she left the two boys, probably eager to spread the news of her having the house to herself this weekend. As she went from person to person, requesting them to “tell everyone” while dodging those that, according to her, didn’t need to come, Carol spotted her next target. 

Jess’s locker suddenly slammed shut, Carol Perkin’s hand stretched across the door. 

“Carol…” 

“Mrs. Harrington. My, you look super cute today.” Carol was now fingering her, or rather, Steve’s sweater, smiling knowingly. 

“What are you going on about?” Jess was already walking away from her locker, eager to get to her first period. 

“So, what is going on with you and Harrington?” 

“You’re out of touch, Carol.” 

“Not my fault someone doesn’t keep me in the loop anymore.” When Jess decidedly ignored this comment, Carol continued, “I’m having a party this Friday, or are you too cool to come?”

“Yeah, right, like you want me there.”

“Hey, you stopped hanging with us, or do you not remember?” Carol was now blocking Jess’s walking path, seemingly knowing the pathway she needed to take to her first period, looking annoyed and, surprisingly, hurt, an emotion she only showed briefly before shaking it away entirely. Again, Jess said nothing, so Carol continued, moving out of her way so that they could walk side by side, as they used to when walking to class. “You know, I figured it was your bible-thumping weirdos that made you quit hanging out, since we’re ‘bad influences’, but apparently, it turns out you don’t exactly hang out with them either.” 

“What’s your point, Carol?” 

“Seems like Steve Harrington is the only good enough friend for you. I mean, he must be since you’ve completely isolated yourself from everyone else.” Jess wished that this was the case, that for some reason, she’d randomly decided that Steve Harrington would be her only friend, that she was choosing to cut off everyone else. That would have made it easier. The truth was, she tried this year, really tried to go back to normal, as nothing different happened. That Hawkins was just Hawkins, that she wasn’t burdened by this incredible secret. And then it happened again. All. Over. Again. And there were only a few people she didn’t have to pretend with. Carol Perkins wasn’t one of them. And after what happened between her, Tommy, and Steve last year, it seemed there was no use trying again. 

“I’ll be there,” is what Jess was able to muster up, unwilling and unable to confront the current topic. 

Carol looked her up and down. “Wear something cute, you’re better than this. And tell Harrington.” Their shoulders softly brushed against each other as Carol turned around to walk in the opposite direction, and Jess was once again alone in a crowded hallway. 

Fourth-period practice was awful. As expected, Alicia did leave a detailed note of yesterday’s after-school practice, and Coach was not happy. Not happy at all. 

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“Since SOME OF YOU are uninterested in our SCHEDULED afternoon practices, looks like we’ll ALL be having an unscheduled one this afternoon. I hope you girls like running because you’ll be doing A LOT of it after school.” As they were currently in the gym, the boys, who pretended they weren’t paying attention, heard every last word. Some snickers were exchanged at the girls’ expense, causing some dirty looks to get thrown the boys’ way.  

By the end of practice, they were a sweaty mess, Coach not easing up on their current practice either, practically pushing them passed their limits as punishment. Showers and reapplication of makeup were in order for many of the girls, causing them to take longer coming out of the gym than the boys this time around. Billy left the locker room after Steve, who was already waiting outside the gym doors for Jess, Jason and Patrick making small talk with him while they waited. Billy eyed the three boys, sticking his left hand in his jean pocket, running his right hand through his hair, and then began cracking his knuckles with his thumb. Steve stared at him apprehensively, considering he was normally long gone by now, walking to the cafeteria. Just then Chrissy walked through the doors and turned to Steve, who was now looking at her, “She’s almost done.” As if on cue, Jess came through the doors, hair now thrown in the same banana clip as last night. 

As Steve began to open his mouth, Billy beat him to the punch, “Hey, Logan.” Steve shot his head in Billy’s direction, unsure he heard that right. Jess also seemed caught off guard, but gave Steve a quick look, telling him “One minute”, and walked over to Billy. 

“Yeah?” She whispered this question, not meaning to be so quiet. Jess swiftly looked over her shoulder, and then back at Billy. Steve and the rest were barely out of earshot, causing Billy to also lower his voice, though not as much as Jess. 

“You still need a ride, right?” 

“Uhh.” Jess had yet to think about how her extra, unplanned practice was going to affect her after-school plans. “If you can’t it’s okay, I’m sure Steve-“ 

“I’ll be in the car. Don’t run too slow, Logan.” He then looked back over at Steve, who had yet to take his eyes off him, and nodded at him slightly, causing Steve to squint his eyes defensively. With that, Billy then walked in the direction of the cafeteria. 

Confused as to why he couldn’t have waited till their 6th or 7th period to go over their plans, she stood there for a moment, watching Billy walk away from her. Her gaze slipped away when she felt Steve standing right next to her. “What was that all about?” 

“Just letting me know I still had a ride, I guess?” This made Steve cross his arms, now both of them looking in Hargrove's direction again. 

Patrick, unaware of any tension, was now becoming impatient. “So are we eating or what?” 

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“If you don’t make it in eighteen minutes, you’ll be running it AGAIN.” 

All the girls were dressed in their matching cheer sweatsuits, as it was much too cold for their regular attire, running around the track. Jess was nearing the end of her two-mile, feeling her right knee close to giving out. It began to tighten, making bending it nearly impossible, let alone putting weight on it. Only one lap left. She began hobbling slightly, pulling the right pants leg along with every step to be sure she would not have to endure another eighteen minutes of absolute hell. She was one of the only girls left on the track, which was, as always, disheartening. She hated the tightness she felt in her chest when she ran and always wondered if the other girls felt the same way. As she was rounding the last corner, she happened to look over at the bleachers, and to her horror, Billy Hargrove was leaning against them. She sprinted the last 100 meters, dragging her right leg with the same side arm. 

“17:46. I expect a faster time from my co-captains.” But, at this moment, Jess didn’t care. All she wanted was her second shower of the day and to finally be able to stretch out her knee. As she was exiting the track gate, Hargrove began moving toward her, smirk growing as she watched her shuffle away. 

“Jesus, Jess, looks like you’re falling apart.” He then nodded at her leg, continuing to eye her injury as she limped. “You get that from cheer?” 

“Nuh-uh, it’s older. Happened when I was a kid.” But when Billy began to open his mouth to ask what happened, she turned toward the back gym entrance, “I really need a shower, I’ll meet you at your car.” 

Jess quickly showered off what remained from her run, and quickly threw her still-wet hair up in the scrunchy that was previously holding her hair back. She threw on for the third time today Steve’s blue sweater and her own 401 jeans, quickly retied her old Nikes, and exited the locker room, heading toward the front parking lot entrance, bag swung haphazardly over her right shoulder. 

When she peeled the glass door open, she saw Billy leaning against the driver’s side, cigarette lit. He didn’t seem to notice her exit at first, and instead, was focused on the pavement. It was only when he heard the scuffing of her shoes did he look, slightly frowning when he took in her outfit. 

He flicked his red down and stomped it out, motioning his nod to the passenger door, which Jess figured meant “get in”. Billy turned the key over but didn’t speed off the way he normally did, looking out at the now abandoned student lot, with the exception of a few cars. He kept his eyes forward before starting back to the conversation before school. “What was with you this morning.” He didn’t state it as a question, he didn’t want her to lie to him again, didn’t want to leave room for her to. He knew something was different, being able to look back at yesterday morning and not recognize who entered his car this morning. Or rather, he did recognize this morning’s version, but it was the same girl that had met him on Sunday afternoon, and the same girl who avoided him every day before their shared project. 

“What do you mean?” Jess gave Billy a look of mock confusion, but her eyes gave her away, which were more aggressive than usual as if she were annoyed they were again having this conversation. 

“You seemed off, but what do I know, right?” Jess only shrugged, causing Billy to nod his head in disappointment and peel out of the parking spot he occupied. They drove in silence for a moment, no music playing in the background this time. Jess stared out at the now bare trees, their leaves now covering the grass and paved roads. She then peaked at Billy, who was caught looking at her but didn’t turn away when he was realized, only glancing in front of him when he needed to watch the road.  

“Billy, I’m just tired alright? You don’t need to be all weird about it.” 

“Oh, I’m being weird.” He smiled teasingly at Jess but stopped when she didn’t return the gesture. “You hear about Carol’s party?” When Jess nodded, he continued to ask, “You goin’?”

“I mean, I said I would, so probably.”

“You tell Harrington?” 

“Yeah, I told him in Spanish.” 

“He takin’ you?” Billy only looked out at the road when he asked, wanting to seem uninterested in the answer, that they were just making small talk. But an unspoken question lingered in his tone, a question that stayed with Billy for the remainder of the day after realizing whose clothes you were wearing. 

“I’m sure he would if I asked,” Jess answered this way, giving Billy an out, allowing him to be able to arrive by himself as he always did and take whatever girl home, as he, also, always did. 

“I’m sure he would.” His statement was stiffened with skepticism. Though wanting to offer her a ride instead, he decided he wouldn’t, as he was beginning to question whether he was starting to look desperate to be around her, and Billy Hargrove was never desperate. 

They finally pulled into her driveway, Billy immediately turning out the key once the car was parked. “We got a lot of studying to do if you’re gonna get that ‘B’ on Friday.” And with that, he exited, already heading toward the doorway. 

The smell of meatloaf hit both Jess and Billy as soon as the front door was pulled open, causing Jess’s growling stomach to become audible to those close to her, which wasn’t surprising due to the extra amount of “activity” forced onto her by her coach. 

As if reading her mind, Mrs. Logan shouted from the kitchen, “You kids hungry? Dinner’s just about done!” Jess looked over to Billy, unsure if he was willing to eat with her family, as this was unmarked territory for the both of them, having Billy share a meal with both of her parents. 

Billy looked down at Jess and coolly replied to her look of concern. “I could eat.” Before sitting at the dining table, Billy went over to Mrs. Logan and offered to help bring any dishes to the table, which made Jess watch them carefully, unwilling to have what happened the first time he met her mother happen again. But the offer seemed genuine enough that Jess allowed herself to look away and place her bag by the edge of the steps, ready for her to pick up and ascend to her room when it was time. She offered to take Billy’s bag as well, placing it near hers when he handed it to her. 

When Billy joined Jess at the table empty-handed, she assumed that her mother shooed him away, not allowing their guest to help, as she barely allowed her husband to help in the kitchen. He kept staring at the placemat in front of him, unsure of what to do next. His hands fidgeted with one another underneath the table. He was unwilling to admit it, but her was nervous, to say the least. He couldn’t remember the last time he sat at the dinner table with his own family, let alone someone else's. His mind eased, however, when he heard a familiar purring at his feet. There was the same cat, an overweight, orange tabby, who was now rubbing against his leg, seemingly begging for attention. “Hey there big guy.” 

“His name’s Pancake. Because when I first got him, he literally stole a whole pancake from me.” 

“Makes sense, he’s definitely shaped like one.”

Jess elbowed the side of his left arm. “Leave Pancake alone. He’s a good boy, aren’t you, Pancake?” As if he understood, he sent a tiny “meow” in her direction. 

“Alrighty, soup’s on!” Mr. Logan was now placing a narrow dish, recently out of the oven, in front of the two teenagers, making sure to place a flat oven mitt underneath first. Mrs. Logan then followed behind with a bowl full of homemade mashed potatoes, complete with garlic butter and a hint of parsley for color. 

“This smells and looks great, Mrs. Logan, thanks.”

“Oh, you can call me Beverly.” 

“Or you can keep calling her Mrs. Logan, that’s fine too,” Jess said under her breath, eyeing Billy knowingly. 

Mrs. Logan was too busy setting up the table to hear her disapproving comment, but Billy wasn’t, and to mess with her he responded, “Well then thank you, Beverly.” He then suddenly felt a strong kick underneath the table, effortlessly striking his shin. As he grimaced, a loud “REOWW” was heard, with Pancake disappearing into the living room. 

“You kids all right?”

“Yeah Mom, I think Billy just scared him.” She now turned her attention to Billy, “I’d be careful around Pancake, he isn’t declawed.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” He returned sarcastically. 

As both her parents took their seats, Jess habitually bowed her head, but the Logan’s normal routine of saying grace was replaced by a casual “dig in”, which caused Jess to give her mother a questioning look. 

“We have a guest.” Jess quickly nodded and did as she was told, grateful she didn’t have to wait any longer to fill her stomach. 

Everything tasted how it looked, delicious. And after many forkfuls of his own food, Mr. Logan began to ask questions about their shared assignments. “How’s the reading coming along?” 

Jess took it upon herself to answer all the questions, which Billy was thankful for, not knowing how long he would have been able to keep conversation going. She, in detail, described what their essay would be about, how much they have read so far, graciously leaving out how they’ve read so far, and how he was also helping her in math, something that Mr. Logan found interesting. 

“So you’re good at math, Billy?” 

“Try to be, sir.” 

“That’s good. I’ve heard your sister is quite good at it too.” At this, Billy turned to Jess, slightly confused, but when Jess returned his look of confusion, he quickly realized she was not the one talking about his family. Their shared looks made Mr. Logan chuckle. “Your dad and I work at the same bank, son.” 

“Oh.” This information made his stomach flip, causing him to be uncomfortable where he sat. He began shifting in his seat, attempting to still look Mr. Logan in the eyes during their conversation. 

As they finished their dinner, Billy insisted on at least carrying the dirty dishes to the sink, but once that was done, Both Mr. and Mrs. Logan ordered that they retreat upstairs to start their studying. Jess made sure to grab her bag, reminding Billy of his as well, and they went up the steps together. 

When they had finally entered her bedroom, Jess was already giving Billy an annoyed glance. He decided to put a close to her irritation, “Jess I wasn’t flirting with your mother this time.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

He then raised his right hand, tracing across over the left side of his chest, as he did the first time he visited, “Cross my heart.”

“Hope to die?” 

“Doesn’t everyone?”

Jess rolled her eyes at his quick remark but figured he meant his promise, and she continued with their plans for the evening. “So, The Iliad or derivatives, take your pick.”

“Whatever you want, princess.” He was busy eyeing her childish teddies along the far wall of her room, occasionally running his fingers along the ears, many of them wearing various cheer outfits, complete with pom poms, which made Billy chuckle. What caught his attention, however, was a picture of a much younger Jess, with a white long sleeve, the number 07 written in black on her torso, the word “Broncos” written above the number in the same color, complete with a pair of spandex and kneepads. “You played?” Billy now had the frame in his hand, facing it toward Jess as if to explain why he was suddenly asking her questions. 

“That was a long time ago.” 

“Were you any good?” 

“Honestly? Yeah. Really good.” 

He set the frame back down in front of another frame, which was slightly longer, and had depicted about a dozen girls, all wearing the same uniform Jess had in the previous picture. He searched for her in the group photo and when he found her, he turned back to the now older version. “Why aren’t you on the Hawkins team then?” But before she could answer, Billy suddenly turned back to her solo picture, and reread the mascot name on her jersey. “The Broncos? I thought Hawkins middle school were The Cubs?” 

“I went to middle school a couple towns over.” Jess had her copy of The Iliad already out, opened to where they stopped last Saturday. “You ready to get started?” 

“You deciding you don’t need me anymore, Logan?” 

Billy was not as eager to start on the reading as Jess was and was hoping she would have chosen him to tutor her in math instead, considering how stressed the epic poem made him.  “Like you said, I’ll figure it out by Wednesday.” She gave him a quick smile, ensuring it didn’t linger longer than being friendly, and gestured for him to sit next to her, which he did after he retrieved the annotated copy from his bag. As Billy sat, she shifted slightly, scooting away from him when he got closer. However, Billy didn’t seem to notice, as he was too engaged in Jess’s old notes. 

“Now pleasing sleep had seal’d each mortal eye, Stretch’d in the tents the Grecian leaders lie…”

She read this way for the next few hours, Billy quietly listening, occasionally glancing up to watch her read, something she would sometimes catch, but willed herself to not acknowledge them, as, she believed, that’s all they were: glances. They continued this way, him admiring her, her pretending not to notice him, with the occasional questions Billy had about the text interrupting their game. When the clock turned 9:45, Billy interjected Jess’s reading one last time. 

“We can pick this up tomorrow. But Thursday I have to finish my research paper for U.S History,” Jess began to explain, putting away her book and taking her physics packet in the process, “And since we’ll be… busy… Friday, I’m thinking we can just write the paper this weekend. Or I can just do it if-“

“I’m free this weekend.” Billy intended to keep his promise, to not push all the paperwork on Jess, even though he was unsure how useful he’d be in writing an essay. 

“Okay, Saturday then? Since you know, you work and all…” 

“See you tomorrow, Logan.” 

Billy softly closed her door, then began down the steps, his bag swinging in his left hand, his right hand holding onto his pack of Reds in his denim pocket. Her parents were no longer in the kitchen, nor the living room, so he took it upon himself to lock the bottom lock, closing the front door afterward. He climbed into his car, wearing a crooked smile, turned the key, and blasted his heat. Once his door was closed, he lit what he believed would be his last cigarette of the night, and trapped it between his lips before he pulled out and made the short drive back home. Before pulling up his own driveway, he was sure to turn off his headlights to avoid illuminating the living room, hoping not to wake anyone who may be asleep. Once parked he finished his Marlboro inside his car, taking his time, before it was time to leave the safety of his car and enter his father’s domain. He still held the smile on his face, reminiscing over his previous meal, but when he opened the front door to find Neil standing, facing the door, with Max sitting on the couch, also now staring at the door wide-eyed, he quickly dropped his smile, along with any hope of going to sleep any time soon. 

“So,” Neil remained unmoved, staring blankly at his son, “you’re too good to bring Maxine home from school now, hmm?” 

Billy looked from Max back to his father, who was still staring at him with the same wooden expression. It made his heart drop, as he always knew what came after his father proved his vacancy for emotion, the emptiness would be replaced with something else, something that wanted to prove to Billy that he was nothing. That he would always be nothing. 

Instead of Billy responding, Max did, attempting to diminish the tension, “I told you, I’m fine. I like skating sometimes and my friends were-“

“Quiet, Maxine. I was asking your brother.” The calmness in his voice made both children shiver. Neil was now walking toward him and only stopped before the tip of his nose reached the bridge of Billy’s. “Why don’t you go back to your room.” He was still addressing Max, who looked to be opening her mouth to protest until Billy locked eyes with her and shook his head painfully slow, hoping to not tip off his father about their nonverbal conversation.

For fucks sake Max, don’t make it worse.

When her footsteps were no longer audible, Neil continued. “So. Why is it, on a day you don’t have practice, did you allow your sister to skate home?” 

“Dad, come on, I had shit to take care of, okay? I got this English project and she even said her friends were with her. It’s not like she was fending for herself out there.” 

“Oh no, I saw who brought her home, Billy.” The color began to drain from his face as he tried to look anywhere but at Neil. “It’s your responsibility to bring her home. Isn’t that right?” 

“Dad I-“ Neil’s first strike to his face caught him off guard, his balance failing him as he teetered to his right. Once he caught himself, however, he was met with another blow to his lip, which connected much harder than the last. Neil shook his head in disappointment, annoyed that he had to do that. 

“That wasn’t a question, son.” Billy was now backed into the door, silently begging to materialize at the other side of it. The way Neil spat out his name for him, son, it made him want to return to the Logan’s, back to the dinner table with Mr. Logan, who made the name seem more endearing. “I’m tired of this attitude, thinking you can do what you want, that you can talk back.” He was becoming louder, more unhinged. 

“I’m s-sor-“

“HMM?” 

“I’m sorry sir.” He dared look into his father’s eyes when he said this, knowing it would only anger him further if this requirement was not meant.  

Neil then backed away from him, contemplating his apology. “I don’t. Ever. Want to see that shit again, you understand me?” When Billy nodded, Neil turned away from him. “Clean this shit up. Since you can’t even bother showing up to dinner anymore.” Neil gestured to the dining room, then retreated to his own room, slamming the door for good measure, indifferent about whether Susan could have been asleep. There was a single dish left on the table, a beer can sitting next to it. Billy willed the numbness in his legs to retreat back to his chest and began to walk toward the dining table, tossing the can and quickly rinsing off the plate, fork, and steak knife, placing them in the dishwasher once done. He stood there, still in front of the sink, looking out at the small window that was placed above it, only able to see his reflection as it was too dark outside to see anything else. He saw the cut left behind by his father, the redness around it threatening to turn purple any minute. He saw the moisture building under his eyes and the trembling scowl on his face. He saw how unquestionably weak he looked. He struck his palm against the edge of the now clean sink, still staring down his reflection, ordering it to change, but it only became worse, the tears now running down his face.  He couldn’t be here anymore. Not now. 

He retreated back to his car, now allowing his headlights to shine bright, not caring whether they were disrupting. He wouldn’t be coming back tonight anyways. He backed out, tires screeching and music blasting, something he was sure he’d pay for tomorrow if Neil cared to run into him again. He glanced down at his watch, seeing the time read as 11:37. Everything would be closed, this city not even a fraction as lively as SoCal. Billy looked around at the darkened town as he drove, his engine and tape disrupting the silence. He then found the abandoned parking lot, the same one that he allowed Jess to circle just yesterday. He parked but kept the car on, unwilling to turn off the heat, but if he were to sleep there, in his car, as he has done multiple times, he knew he’d have to turn it off eventually. He began to hang his head, tired from tonight’s events, until he decided to once again look at his reflection, pulling at his rearview mirror slightly to do so. His cut was now much more visible than it was in the reflection of the window, angering him, the sleepiness from just moments ago fading. 

“Fuck.” He then struck his palm against his wheel. “FUCK.” He continued to bang against it, his tongue now dripping venom, “FUCK this GODDAMN town. Fuck this. FUCK HE-“ He became incoherent, babbling as he struck his dash now, unable to see clearly through his tears. When he accidentally bumped his horn, he stopped, throwing his head back in his seat. While staring up at nothing, he began to realize he didn’t want to sleep in his cold car. He didn’t want to be alone. And though he knew better, he was blinded by the comfort he had felt only hours before, and because of this, only because of this, Billy began his journey back to Cherry Lane.

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[imaginestuffs]

To Love Him:Loving Marc Spector pt.2-Marc Spector x Reader

this is part 2 of Loving Marc Spector: here's part 1

word count:1976

warnings: angstish to fluff. again this is before the series begins. if there is anything else please let me know!

summary: Marc realizes that he loves you once he loses you, and comes back to fix things.

(not my gif!)

Marc had steered clear of you for months, only taking precautions by checking up on you in the most discrete way he could. Occasionally following you home at night making sure you got home safe from wherever you had gone that day. 

You had to get out of the house to keep yourself sane, going on walks or to your favorite chip shop. Leaving your window open just a crack when it rains so the petrichor will ease your anxiety. You would bring yourself to sit on the small window seat so you could drink your tea and hopelessly stare out the window wanting Marc to come back. Little did you know he could sometimes see you at your window at night getting ready to close it after taking one last look before you went to sleep. 

Sleeping was something neither of you could do. Especially knowing Marc was out there alone, and him knowing you were alone as well it made things ten times worse. You would wait to hear the specific ding of a notification from him every day. He would wait for the voicemails you sent during the day just to tell him how your day was going, and check up on him. He missed you, and he didn’t realize just how much he missed you until he didn’t have you. 

The longer he stayed away from you the more his eyes opened to the fact that you made up most of his heart, and that he felt more empty than he ever had without you. Your heart felt as vacant as all the motels you stayed in with him, just a neon sign flashing in your mind that there was a vacancy. Nothing compared to the hurt you felt when you were separated from him. 

One night you were walking back home from the park you’d always used to go to when you convinced him to take things slow now and again. It was about 9 pm and the streets around your apartment building weren’t nearly as bustling as usual. You looked out into the small crowd of people that were loitering around and saw the flash of a familiar face. Your eyes widened and when you looked again he was gone, just like in the movies. There one second then you blink and they're gone. You shook your head thinking you had just begun to see the things you so desperately wanted to see. “You’re going crazy now,” you said to yourself as you walked into your apartment building. The rain had just begun to fall as you entered your apartment on the 5th floor. You had a bag of chips in your hands and were about ready to sit on the couch and watch some tv. Before you could forget you went to open the window just a bit taking one last glance outside. 

You sighed heavily and wandered back to your couch to eat and barely pay attention to the screen as per usual. 

Marc knew that if he was going to tell you it had to be soon. He had to tell you how he felt, how much he loved you. Over the past few months, he has come to discover his love for you was more than a friendship. He loved your laugh, your kind eyes, your familiar and soothing hold. He loved the way your nose scrunched up when you would laugh, and the way you sing along to songs even when you don’t know them and get the words wrong. He loved catching you reciting acceptance speeches in the shower and the determination in your eyes when you were fighting. He loved the way you would protect him and knew he would fearlessly do the same for you. 

He loved you and you had to know. He had to have you, he had to make it right and that’s what he was going to do. 

He waited by your apartment for a while seeing as he knew you’d always be home by 9 pm. He was in the crowd and he watched as you caught a glimpse of him, doing a doubletake. He made sure to be out of sight before you saw him again. He was uncharacteristically nervous, but it was quite obvious why and he had a valid reason to be. 

You turned your back and walked into your apartment building and he felt the rain begin to drizzle over him. He jogged over to the door and one of your neighbors gladly let him in seeing as she knew him from how many times he came to see you. He traversed up the stairs not wanting to take the elevator and get there seconds after you closed the door. When he got to the 5th floor, he slowly made his way down the corridor to your door, hesitating before letting his knuckles rap against the old wood. He could practically see the scene behind the door, the window cracked and you sitting on your couch with your favorite blanket and your chips settled on your lap. He could see the confusion and annoyance overcome your features as you reluctantly got up to answer the door. 

He heard your footsteps pad against the creaky floors. The lock clicked and the door opened to reveal you in your pajamas with suddenly wide eyes. 

-- 

You opened the door and there stood the man you never thought you’d see again. He was standing on your doorstep, well in the hallway of your building. 

“Marc?” you questioned in disbelief. You felt your heart melt at the look in his eyes. You were upset that he still had the effect he did. “I know you probably don’t want to see me, but I have to tell you something. So, before you slam the door in my face will you hear me out?” he asked. You gazed at him with surprised eyes and a rigid posture. 

You involuntarily nodded your head before stepping out of the doorway to let him in. Your heart clenched when you felt him slip by you and into the familiar space. 

He was in shock that you let him in as you closed the door behind you both, instinctively locking it behind you. 

You didn’t even realize that your hands were clenching and unclenching tightly. Marc noticed your nervous habit and knew he had to get it out. 

“I needed to see you,” he said firmly. “Marc, what more is there to say?” you asked with a sad sigh. “You’re wrong (y/n), you’re wrong, I have so much to say,” Marc said and once again stood his ground. You looked at him in surprise and fear, not sure where he was going with this. You were horrified that he was here to break your heart even further, little did you know he was here only to mend it. 

He hesitantly raised his hands and reached forward to place them on your cheeks. You knew in your mind you should have moved away from him but your heart pleaded with you to stay. You let his warm hands come to rest on either side of your face, and you let out a deep sigh. You didn’t know if the sigh was of relief or anxiety. He felt you relax into his touch and a bit of warmth bloom in his chest. “Just listen to me, alright,” he said and stroked your cheek. Your heart squeezed in your chest at the sound of his voice after so long. You could barely comprehend that he was actually there. You nodded your head soundlessly as if telling him to continue. 

“I left here that day with nothing because I lost you and you were everything to me. You are everything to me. I couldn’t breathe without thinking of you, I was empty, my life was vacant and cold. Everything lost its color, it lost its vibrance because you weren’t there to remind me that life isn’t black and white, it’s so much more. I lost everything when I lost you,” He finished, and you could hear his voice beginning to strain. He always had a hard time opening up and so this was a huge step for him. 

Your eyes were filled with tears and your bottom lip quivered. You didn’t know what to say. 

“I lost everything too,” your voice shook. You reached your hands up to place over his. 

“I’m so sorry Marc,” you softly cried. “I’m sorry that any of this happened, I knew you didn’t feel the same and I said it anyway. I’m so sorry,” you said once again. Marc looked at you with nervousness in his eyes. 

“You’re wrong about how I feel. You’re so wrong,” he spoke up. You looked at him in confusion not understanding what he was saying. “Marc you told me-” he cut you off, “I know what I said, but I was wrong. I never realized how much I loved you until you were gone. (y/n), I love you,” he stated firmly and you looked at him with those doe-eyes he could never resist. “You love me?” you asked the same question he had that night. “I do. I love you,” he told you again. You let go of his hands and let them drop to your sides, and he let his do the same. Instead of turning away from him, you surged forward to wrap your arms around him. He huffed at the impact of your body hitting him, but quickly twisted his arms around you. He felt your tears against his shirt and leaned down to kiss your head softly. 

He felt some tears of his own slide down his cheeks as well as he could feel you grip his shirt tightly in your fists. Gently he placed his hands on your shoulders and pulled you away from him. “I told you we could fix it,” he said softly with a small grin on his face. You sighed heavily and slapped his shoulder lightly. “Oh hush,” you said with a watery laugh. He chuckled and brought you close again. This time his hands were on your waist and yours were on his cheeks. You looked up at him through your tear glossed lashes and smiled softly. He squeezed your waist, and you moved one hand behind his head to play with his curls. Before either of you could even think of anything to say you pushed up on your toes and pulled him down to meet you in the middle. Your lips pressed against his and your hand ran through his hair gently tugging at the ends. He moved one hand from your waist up your back to press you completely against him. His lips were slightly chapped because of the cold air outside, and yours tasted like that strawberry lip balm you always used. He never wanted to let you go but you eventually had to part. Your breathing was heavy, and your heart was pounding in your chest you could have sworn he could hear it. You settle back on your feet and looked up at him with a shy smile. His smile was bright as he looked down at you. “I missed you, sweetheart,” he said and rested his forehead against yours. “I missed you too Marc,” you returned the sentiment. You wrapped both your arms around his neck and moved so you could nuzzle against his neck softly placing a kiss on his skin. Your heart fluttered in your chest at the thought of him coming back for you. Realizing that he was in love with you too and coming back to get you. knowing he couldn’t do it without you just as you couldn’t do it without him. 

He came back and he fixed it. He fixed you. 

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[favorjtecrime]

Tired

vance hopper x yamada!reader

one | two | three | four

Vance looked up at you with a glare. “I don't want your pity, i told you im fucking fine so ba-” “vance please.” He went quiet. You knew him, well of course you knew him because of his reputation but, the way you said his name, it sounded real. It sounded caring, and you sounded just like how you did back in 5th grade. “Fine..” he murmured, you gave him a small smile before helping him get up and letting him use your shoulder as support. About a minute or two had passed of the two of you walking in silence until you reached the steps. It was half an hour to 6 and here you were, Y/n yamada unlocking her house to let Vance hopper in. He limped his way to your sofa and sat on the blonde leather. “I’ll be back with the medkit, let me just grab it from my room!” you sent a grin to him before rushing up the stairs. Vance sat in pain as he looked over the decor of your living room, a small recliner was sat a few feet away from the tv and you had a small leather sofa on the right side, where he sat. Your shelves and walls were covered with framed photos, some of your parents wedding day, some of bruce posing in baseball uniforms, amy getting her first pair of glasses, and you with that stupid but gorgeous smile that vance had always admired ever since he was younger. “Hey! I couldn't find the regular bandaids so I had to borrow a few from my secret stash from like 6th grade. ``You laughed a bit at the end before showing him a small box of medical supplies and a small bag of purple and pink designed bandaids with small cat faces all over them. “Whatever, just hurry up, idiot..” You smiled at him before grabbing his arm with warm and comforting hands that wrapped bandaging over the gash. “I'm no doctor, but i think applying pressure should make the bleeding stop and help close the wound” You had this bad habit of sticking your tongue out when focusing, while vance watched your face as you wrapped the bandage around his arm, he saw your tongue stick out while a corner of his lip turned upward. “..there!” you had finished wrapping his arm and were currently applying a kitten band aid to the small cuts that littered his hands and face. “If you want you can go now.. But like you don't need to if you still feel pain!! My family won't be back home for another week so I really don't mind the company.. Oh god i sound pathetic, im sorry” you were rambling, another habit that vance had witnessed you do before. “I know you're poor and can't afford shit just by looking at your house, but does your tv have good channels or something? '' he asked, looking at the remote that was placed on the table in front of the sofa. “Oh! Yeah it actually has this really good show that i’ve been watching every time i fall asleep late” you clicked the on button and flipped through the channels while vance watched you, but you were too busy to realize until you stopped at the channel. “This one runs all the way from 1 to 8! If we’re lucky they might show all the episodes in order” you said happily while leaning down onto the couch, eyes glued to the television. “I think my mom watches this, god you have horrible taste” he said while leaning back. “Hey ! that just shows that you have bad taste” You were getting comfortable with vance hopper of all people, just one wrong move and your neck could be snapped like a twig, but at the same time you didn't worry much because, weirdly, part of you felt safe with him and not threatened. A few minutes later your eyes began to droop and you felt yourself drift off to sleep, what you didn't realize was how hot Vance felt himself after feeling your head fall onto his shoulder. And by the time you woke, the vance hopper was gone, and you laid on the couch with a small blanket draped over you.

#finney blake #brady hepner #bruce yamada #miguel cazarez mora #the black phone #the black phone x reader #billy showalter #bruce yamada x reader #madeline mcgraw #mason thames #robin arellano #vance hopper #anime x reader #gwen blake #masterlist #miguel #tristan pravong #x reader #vance hopper x you #vance hopper x reader

[djarinbabysnotes]

Two Pretenders: Act I, "A drink."

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Precis: His victories seemed to last these days, but his victory of loving her was short-lived.

Matt Murdock asks her out for a drink to catch up, only to find that he hasn't moved on, and neither has she.

Tags and Warnings: Reader uses she/her pronouns, Alcohol, Alcohol consumption, ANGST, friends to lovers to exes, eventual comfort, eventual happy ending

AO3 Publish date: 10 May 2023 (AO3 link here)

A/N: This oneshot is inspired by the song "Cool About It" by boygenius.

My first Matt Murdock fic, baby! Finally dipping my toes after observing the AO3 tags for Daredevil and I noticed that there are not enough hurt/no comfort ones out there. Probably because I'm just a sick son of a bitch who likes the emotional pain.

I'd like to thank AO3 user BellaGiornata for inspiring me to write again. Her unequalled dedication to write has pushed the creative juices in my brain to make something new.

This is a hydration check! Please drink some water before you proceed. Enjoy reading!

The cold was almost too much to bear in the streets of Hell's Kitchen.

She clutched a part of her coat like it was the only thing keeping her alive. A force of habit, it seems. The frosted sidewalk was at the precipice of making her slip– Maybe not by the wobble of her feet, but by the way she'd been weighing her words carefully before meeting him again. 

A drink. It was the most innocent ask for someone who pretends that July didn't break both of their hearts, especially his own. Of course it did, of course she saw, with every newspaper article on The Bulletin about the firm's newest victories in court. His victories seemed to last these days, but his victory of loving her was short-lived. He always had that tight-lipped, unfocused smile on his face for the cameras even if she knew that he would know where to look.

If the both of them were asked about their history, they probably wouldn't remember how it started and how it ended. Was it college during the org fair when he asked around at the information desk and fate brought him to her? Was it after he passed the bar and stumbled across the wrong street only to find her walking out of her 5th rejected job interview? Was it after the firm's first successful day in court when he realized that he was sitting next to her at Josie's? Was it before Fisk or after? What happened after Midland Circle? What happened after the firm went from Nelson and Murdock to no firm at all? 

She was a flame to him; Short-lived on a single matchstick, one that stood out from the rest of the box's contents, ready to give him the flame of what love could feel like for eternities to come. 

It had never been easy for him to commit in that way. It wasn't exactly part of the job, but it was more of the baggage that came when he was around; Whether it was from Matt Murdock or The Devil of Hell's Kitchen, he would always say that he wished he had more to give. 

And she believed him, she always did. She always will. Even if she repeatedly claimed that he was enough. Even if she repeatedly claimed that he'll be the only one who'll always be enough. 

She arrived at Josie's before nine in the evening, trying her best to ease the tightness around her chest by knowing what he could possibly know by the beat of it; The erratic, nervous thumps that were safely caged by her ribs were still loud enough for him to feel, to hear, to taste in harmony with the bitterness of the first beer that he already finished by the time she opened the door and stepped inside. He gulped nervously at the smell of the same perfume she had always worn, and even if she was a few feet away, he'd always seek her out. In every room, in the dark, he'd always seek the beat of her heart. 

Their fates met again with the most casual of pleasantries. He wanted to ask her so many things, or maybe let her talk about the past, but it felt like a breach when she started asking about how the firm was, or if work was hectic with new clients on the way, or if the workspace was adequate enough for his two other colleagues. He answered her kindly, a genuine smile on his face as he talked animatedly about Foggy and Karen fighting about the appropriate office temperature because of the heater. She listened to him with her whole heart, as he could tell, and not once did she bring up anything about his other job. 

She assumed that he didn't want to talk about that, so she never asked. 

Even if she had to pretend about not noticing his shaking hands, in tune with the calloused fists of the man who lived a double life and the recovering bruise around his busted lip— She held onto the civility that she had practiced all day. 

And when the first moment of silence came, he couldn't hold it back anymore. 

"Are you alright?" He asks with a tinge of hesitation, anticipating an answer that could possibly land him a slap on the cheek from the audacity of his question. 

But she remained calm, with the same tight-lipped smile that she learned from him, and replied with a practiced steadiness in her voice. "I'm good."

For a moment, he contemplated letting her lie or not, and he let her. 

By the middle of the evening, he started to notice that her actions were becoming less practiced; With the way she's slurring her words already, as was he, but she was much more inebriated by stumbling out the door, trying her best not to trip on his moving cane while holding onto his arm. He offered to walk her home, which she agreed to. Conversations about college happened sometime during the night, as he made fun of how the loud fellas by the pool table reminded him of a professor that he hated. Her laughs were just as beautiful as he remembered, and even if the beat of her heart was skipping from time to time because of the hesitation to be close to him, he let it slide. 

But it was breaking him, of course it was, because by the time they reached the street of her building he was hearing the same erratic beats all over again. He didn't exactly know why. 

He didn't know about the nights she crashed every bar from the other side of the city where she'd also been getting boxing lessons, almost becoming a regular by the small coffee shops and karaoke machines, ordering her coffee as the exact way he liked it and singing the same sad song over and over again, only to stumble upon the wrong alleys before hailing a cab home. She denied it from her friends, how the short-lived romance of three weeks was not a big deal. But this was about Matthew. Her Matthew. The idiot who playfully brags about his law degree after his fifth bottle of some kind of German beer. The only person who didn't hesitate to hold her hand during her episodes of stress-sobbing because of her god-awful boss. The only one she'd love unconditionally until the end of time. 

And when they reached her front door, she had to pretend that she couldn't notice his eyes beginning to water behind the rose-colored glasses. She simply said her goodbyes, and when he asked if they could meet again for the following week—

"Sure. It was nice to see you, Matt." And there it was— The tremble. The hurt. The unpracticed reply. The rawness of vulnerability. 

In which he had to reply, "I feel the same way."

He knew why the air was filled with salt by the time he started walking away, but simply chose to pretend not to know at all. He drowned in the scent of it, remembering everything, feeling everything, until reaching the other side of the street, standing by his own front door to let out a sob. 

Because they both knew that it wasn't true. When she said that she was good. When she said that it was nice to see him.  

But at least he was somewhat truthful by the end, knowing that he'll always feel the same, even if knowing that the tears that she had already shed for him could drown him in an instant, wishing he knew how to swim just to be with her again. 

In the end, maybe this was all they could get. Her telling him that she's doing good. Him pretending that she's not lying about it at all.

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[d3adp00ls]

(Totally didn't accidentally delete the ask)

Definitely

Fandom: Stranger things

Pairing: Robin Buckley x reader

Word count: 1,115

Warnings: Curse words, steve is a stalker, Enemies to Lovers, not proofread, the ending was kinda rushed.

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You had first seen Robin in 5th grade, but you officially met her in 8th grade, you guys had to do a project together, even though you didn't want to, the thing is, you hated the blue-eyed girl, everything she did irritated you, the way that when she was nervous she wouldn't stop rambling, the way she would bite her lip when she was deep in thought, the way she laughs at Harringtons stupid jokes. it all made you hate her more, she was just annoying, but what you hated most was the way you would feel every time you saw her and Steve Harrington together, you were supposed to hate her, you did hate her, yet you can't stop yourself from being jealous, so every time you saw her you would start an argument with her each chance you got. So when you find yourself stuck with both of them, Nancy Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, and Max Mayfield in a house where a family died looking for some monster named Vecna that was killing teenagers like yourself, you aren't very pleased for numerous reasons, especially when Nancy makes pairs and sets you up with Robin Buckley herself, you tried to object but Nancy only shook her head.

“This isn't the time for arguing with who and who you don't want to go with, this is no place for that, just go with Robin,” she says before going to look around.

To be honest you believe she just did this because she herself didn't wanna be paired up with her after they went to go speak with that Creel guy.

You mumble something before going to follow Robin upstairs.

You both entered a room and began looking around for any clues.

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After a little while, you gave up and sat on the floor waiting for Robin to finish.

When she finally finishes she walks over to you and sits down next to you.

“Hi,” she says looking over at you with a small smile.

You respond with a small smile before going back to playing with your rings. 

“Y/n?” you replied with a hum.

“Why do you hate me?” she asks and you froze at the question.

“What?”

“It's just, you always seem to be so mad to be around me and you always start arguments with me and just a few minutes ago when Nancy paired us up you tried to argue and say no, I'm just wondering if I did something that hurt you?” 

“I..” You don’t know how to respond I mean why did you hate her, why did you hate everything she did, honestly everything she does is normal, you even do some of the things she does, do you dislike yourself? Well, kind of…but that doesn't have anything to do with her, it's not her fault, so why the hell did you-

“I dont know..” You mumble and she looks at you before turning to play with her own rings.

“So you just argue with me for no reason?” she mumbles.

“No… there's a reason..” 

“Then what is it?” she asks eagerly, your heart starts to beat faster and you groan.

“Why do you care? It doesn't even matter. Just leave me alone” you say before standing up and trying to walk away, but she follows and continues to speak.

“Yes it does matter, I want to know why you seem to hate me so much that you can't even stand being around me, why you always roll your eyes even if I only breathe, why you start arguments with me over small things that even matter, why-”

“BECAUSE I'M SCARED!!” you yell making her stop speaking and moving.

“What?”

“Because I'm fucking scared!” you say turning around to face her.

“Of me?” 

“What? Hell no, I'm scared of my feelings for…” you stop speaking looking away.

“for? “ she says which your only response is a gulp.

“Y/n, for who!!”

“FOR YOU DAMN IT!!” you yell.

It takes a moment for her to react but I didn't wait I just continued.

“I fucking like you and I can't help but think about you all the fucking time, and I fucking hate it because I know it's wrong to like the same gender in a place like Hawkins, but I can't help it, everything you do just makes me fall for you even more, and I just get angry and jealous when I see you and Steve together, And I know you guys aren't a thing or anything but still its just…your guy's relationship makes me jealous the fact that he can put a smile on your face or make you laugh its just…I dont know…I guess I just wish it was me instead of him..” you mumble the last part looking down towards the ground.

“Whoa-” she finally says and you let out a dry chuckle in response.

“I know it's pathetic, I'm sorry for bothering you all this time I just-”

“Nonono it's not pathetic at all I…you really like me? Like for real? Me?” she says lifting her hand to point at herself.

you nod.

“Holy shit,” she mumbles while running her hand through her hair.

You only stand there staring at the ground with my hands stuffed into your jean pockets.

“Y/n…if I had I known that you…Shit- this is crazy I...I dont know what to say” She mumbles

“You dont like me back. It's cool, I-”

“No! No… I definitely like you… a lot, it's just…why didn't you just tell me? I didn't even think you were gay.”

“I didn't think you were gay, plus I can't really just go around telling girls I like them, who knows what'll happen, this is a small town, word gets by quickly,” you say scratching the back of my neck.

“So you like me?” you ask and she nods.

“And you like me?” she asks and nods.

“Wow…thats crazy,” she says with a laugh, you laugh with her.

“FUCKING FINALLY!!” 

You jump at the sound of Harrington yelling and coming out of know where.

“Holy shit steve-” you mumble.

“I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOREVER!!” He yells grabbing Robin's arm and going to grab yours but you back up before he can touch you.

“Were you listening to our conversation the whole time?” Robin asks him looking at him questionably.

“YES!!.. I mean…no?... It doesn't matter. All that matters is that you guys are finally together!!” He says with a toothy grin looking at both of you. 

“Together?” you ask.

“Yeah…didnt you guys make it official?” he asks.

“I dont know…did we?” you ask looking at Robin.

“Definitely,” Robin says with a nod.

“Definitely.” You say with a smile.

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Ok, so this is my first request yayy.. I know I kind of changed some things if you don't like how it turned out you can just ask me to try again I guess but uh until next time .

bye, simps.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #robin my beloved #enemies to lovers #requested #peepshake #wlw #lesbian #pansexual #bisexual #female reader #gender neutral

[lyssak09]

I'd love it if you guys would request some stuff. I have a post of things I write for. I can even add more to headcannons, do scenarios, ect. Please enjoy these headcannons about my husband

YandereJake Peralta hcs

Jake is a very sweet, loving, manipulative, protective, obsessive and sometimes delusional yandere

If you have seen the show then you know when Jake gets his into something or sets his heart on something he is all in

And he happened to set his heart on you

Since Jake is a cop he has seen some crappy things. And because of that he is very very protective. He won't even let you in the precient because he is afraid some criminal will target you or put the moves on you

When you first started dating he loved it when you stopped by and dropped off lunch or ate with him. But he was still nervous.

His desk started to kinda become a shine of you. There are photos of you and him everywhere. Jake also has things from your dates on his desk. He kept the cup you guys shared on your 5th date

When Jake has to go into witness protection he stalks you online to no end

You joined the precinct to go help him and Holt. But Jake forced you to stay with Gina and Holt. But of course you three saved the day.

"Y/N!?" Jake yelled when he saw you in the truck. "Hey babe!" You yelled, then ran to him once you saw his blood. You took him to the ambulance then left to check on the rest of thw gang. When you came back you kissed Jake and asked him how he is doing. Jake proceeds to tell you it hurts and he didn't wanna seem week in front of cool EMT Craig. "Do you know my blood type?" He asked. You nodded yes and told him it was B positive. Jake gives you a strange look, "Well, guessed wrong. HEY CRAIG?!"

Not seeing you for 6 months seriously messed with him. He starts to become extra clingy and childish. "I didn't get to see you for 6 months babe! Your friends have seen you more than I have. If you're still gonna go see them than at least let me come with you.

Jake loves to cuddle trap you and make you watch Die Hard

He also loves playing games with you. Especially if you're a bit competitive.

If you do something he doesn't like then he will manipulate you buy making you feel sorry. " You're the only person who has ever made feel this way. And this is how you repay me?"

When Jake goes to prison his side of the room is covered in photos of you. All he does is think about you and his case.

Eventually when he gets freed he will immediately propose to you. But it will still be romantic.

If you say yes (how could you not?) Then the wedding will be amazing. Even with all the bumps that happen. But, if you say no then Jake will seriously gaslight and manipulate you. He'll even start to be aggressive with you. Jake will wear you down tho and you'll say yes.

Most yanderes kill for their love. But since Jake knows a bit better, he'll threaten anyone who is in his way or gets too close to you.

As time goes by more incidents will happen and eventually Jake will kidnap you.

You can fight and scream all you want but Jake is a cop. He is prepared for situations with unstable/upset people.

He'll work extra hard on your case to throw everyone off his scent. He'll even cry at work.

In the beginning of your 'transitioning', Jake will chain you up and lock you in your shared bed room. But if you behave for a while then you'll be allowed to roam around your home. But the windows are locked and painted shut. The doors have six locks on them. And there are cameras everywhere.

Jake's punishments are mental and possibly slight semxual (he believes you do certain things to get the semxual punishments. He is a dominate masochist imo)

He will also take away some of your privileges, such as entertainment and warm clothes (Jake will get a great view and you'll be forced to cuddle him for warmth) and the ability to do things for yourself.

When he has had a hard day from 'working' on your case, he'll yank you from where ever you may be hiding and cuddle you while watching movies

Don't try to escape. Its not worth it. If you try to escape Jake will either catch you or learn about your failed attempt. That will cause him to get angry. He'll break/throw things, yell, and gaslight you.

If you do somehow manage to escape he'll use his ties to the law/NYPD and his detective skills to find you and bring you back home. And he will be PISSED.

"I TAKE CARE OF YOU. I LOVE YOU. YOU ARE MY WIFE, I LEGALLY OWN YOU!". "You are all I have! How could you do this to me!"

When your case finally goes cold he'll retire and find a job to do at home.

If you want him to do something or get you something then do what he wants/likes. For example, you want a new game? The cuddle with him and play with his hair. Want more supplieses for your hobby, then cook for him (you'll need his help if you need to cut something. All the sharpe objects are locked up) and tell him how much you love him

He loves to indulge you in your hobbies/ things you love. Just be good and he'll give you what you need or want.

Jake is a scary yandere. But he loves you more than anything. Just love him back

"Please Y/N, just love me again. You're all I need."

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanon #yandere male #jake peralta #jake peralta x reader #brooklyn nine nine #b99 headcanons #yandere jake peralta x reader #brooklyn 99 #b99 #Lyssa's hcs #Miss Blue writing

[amanssolis]

Random Astrological Observations 🫶🏽

This is for entertainment purposes only. Please use your guides and intuition and remember that free will still exists. These are just my opinions based on experience and observations✨

Please do NOT copy or plagiarize!

Moon in 3rd house | Gemini moon | mercury aspecting moon | Moon aspecting 3rd house ruler | Moon at 3°, 15°, 26° 🎱🎮

Do you get told that you and your mother look like siblings? This placement could also be that you are close with your siblings. Safety relies in their neighborhood. They need neighbors and a small community to feel a sense of belonging. They have the ability to speak about their thoughts and opinions. Hard aspects to mercury may actually make this more difficult. Talking to people everyday. Needs conversation to feel grounded. Take short trips every once in a while to recalibrate yourself. Mental stimulation is huge with this placement. Prone to overthinking. Intellectualizing emotions. This is the placement that tells their friends everything that happens throughout their day. Their phone is their life line. May write or have a blog. Talking is therapeutic for them. May have nervous energy or talk without thinking. These aren’t the people to shy away from a good conversation. Able to have small talk and not make it weird or awkward. You want this placement at your next dinner party. This placement loves to talk about their feelings. This could feel similar to Gemini Venus but more focused on the inner emotional needs since it is the moon. Lots of mental energy. Quick witted and can make any conversation fun. Since they intellectualize their emotions, they never really have a chance to feel them. If they’re around other water moons, they may feel like they’re not supposed to intellectualize their feelings but don’t worry Gemini moon babes, you do you ✨ this is the placement that talks a lot. Just be ready to keep up!! They’re adaptable and like new, fresh things. Small talk is always accepted and they never shy from making a new friend.

Mercury in Scorpio | Mercury in 8th house | Pluto aspecting Mercury | Mercury aspecting 8th house ruler | Pluto in 3rd house | Pluto aspecting 3rd house ruler | Mercury at 8° or 19° 🔍🕷️

Let me just tell you right now, people with this placement will always find everything out wether they go looking for it or not. You may think you’re getting away with lying but eventually the truth will come out to them. Usually this happens in private and the native will use it as fuel to strategize their next move. It’s giving detective. It’s giving agent on duty. They know exactly what questions to ask to get what they want without being obvious. Don’t speak bad on their name either. They hate that. Some of the things they say may come across rude or provocative. Deep conversations are a must. Will ask you everything about yourself before revealing anything about themselves. Very calculating in their responses. They are forward and direct. Can make others uncomfortable with their questions. Not afraid to talk about the taboo, in fact they like uncovering facts about the unknown. Huge puzzle people. This placement can look at someone and know if they’re lying or not. They will catch you in a lie while you’re saying something and keep the conversation going as if they didn’t hear it, but will analyze it like nothing else. They take loyalty very seriously (sort of like Taurus but more intense). Can be paranoid or think that someone is out to get them if they do one wrong thing. Great placement for investigating or digging for the truth.

Sun in Leo | Sun in 5th house | Sun aspecting 5th house ruler (conjunct, trine, sextile) | Sun at 5°, 17°, or 28° 🌞🌻

This is such a beautiful placement. The sun is at home in the 5th house and really lights it up. Confidence, warmth, enthusiasm, etc. This placement loves dating and having crushes. This is the placement that needs to have a crush at all times to survive lol. Shines it’s brightest when doing something creative or expressing their creativity. This is also a huge IT girl placement. Fashion, makeup, jewelry, shoes mixed in their own way. I have this placement and when I take on a creative project, it becomes my child. A part of my identity. I could also see this placement having very creative children that love the spotlight. The sun in the 5th house shines when it feels like from others. It’s like you show this person love and they will return it 10 fold. They show it in a way that’s platonic and part of their personality. If they don’t feel special or recognized, it can seriously hurt their ego. This placement takes pride in their outfits. They pick out what they want to wear that expresses who they are and they’re never afraid to show off. Loves spotlight and attention. Wants to be known for who they are. Imagine being a little girl playing dress up and walking down a make-shift runway in your living room with music playing - that’s what this placement feels like.

Mars in Taurus | Mars in 2nd house | Taurus ascendant | Mars at 2°, 14°, 25° 🥀🐂

Do not rush this placement!!!! Pls. Taurus energy is slow, sensual, and thought out. This is the placement that will take their time doing something and not keep up with the pace of every one else but the result will be better than everyone else’s. Comfort is one of their primary needs so it’s very rare you see them doing something they don’t want to. Mars in Taurus builds up momentum before aiming for what they want. Very persistent, resilient, and patient. The same can be applied for temper: it takes them a very long time to get upset, but once they do, you will see the bull come out. Stubborn and hard to please but an extremely sensual lover. They will take their time with you.

Venus in Taurus | Venus in 2nd house | Venus aspecting 2nd house ruler | Venus at 2°, 14°, 25° 🌹🛍️

Venus is so comfy here. As the natural ruler of Taurus, Venus is strengthened and exacerbated. This placement shows beauty in all things. Extremely particular. Need everything to be to their liking, and they usually have the best taste. People with this placement always smell SO good. They are a slow and sensual lover. They are picky about who they give their love to but once they choose you, it’s a beautiful feeling. They love from the depths of their heart, similar to their sister sign, Scorpio. They are loyal and consistent. Love you forever type of deal. Will get possessive and low-key jealous. Love the finer things in life. Fancy dinners. Rich people. Expensive things. They will show up being one of the best dressed people at any event. They want to be the best looking one in the room but in a more subtle, reserved way. Great cooks. Will cook for you or buy you things to show you they care.

Capricorn rising | Saturn in 1st house | Saturn aspecting the ascendant

Oooof listen. Major D A D D Y energy. This placement is one of the hardest to have in my opinion but one of the most rewarding. Those with this placement come off like the most stuck up person ever but they have gone through so much from a young age, that they are guarded at all times. Very reserved about what they say of themselves. Not the type to initiate conversation. Major RBF but they can’t help it. Those with this placement are extremely protected by Saturn. I call them Saturn’s children. Don’t mess with them or karma will come back ten fold. They make look very tired or worn out, but the Capricorn rising soul has gone through so much. They ARE tired!!! This placement ages backwards. It’s giving Benjamin Button. They may not necessarily look “old” when they’re young, but instead they may have a glow up in their 20’s and by the time their Saturn return hits, their beauty is maintained keeping them looking young for a long time. Their physical body is very strong and resilient. Old soul for sure. May have an interest in vintage pieces like old cars and movies. Like their Cancer sister sign, Capricorn risings do have a sense of nostalgia but not quite as emotional. They understand time and how quickly it moves so they are able to cherish a moment while it is happening. Cancers tend to cherish afterwards. Capricorn risings become wiser as they get older due to all of life’s tough experiences. They know how to give the absolute best advice. May feel unsure about their body and appearance until their Saturn return. This is the placement that will benefit tremendously from their Saturn return. They have been feeling the weight of Daddy Saturn their whole life and once they hit that peak of a return, they know how to conquer and divide. This is a lonely placement. They tend to isolate themselves when they feel they are not good enough. Cap babies: you are more than enough. They may be the type talking to the older crowd or getting along with them better than people their age. This eases as they get older. This placement also has beautiful bone structure. Usually petite body but if they do gain weight, it’s typically in the lower part of the body (depends on other aspects in the natal chart). Since Saturn restricts, this placement may be on the fairer side but also have dark hair. It’s like Saturn restricts the warmth. Could be confused with Scorpio rising. Those with this placement see the world as a difficult place in which you have to work hard to get to the top, which they usually end up there. They take pride in their work ethic and always strive to be a stellar employee. Very self-disciplined and has a hard time letting loose. Life gets better as they get older. Saturn delays but never denies 🪄

Gemini Venus | Venus in 3rd house | Venus aspecting mercury | Venus aspecting 3rd house ruler | Venus at 3°, 15°, 26°🪩✨

Ok this one is so misunderstood and let me tell you why. Gemini’s need the mental stimulation and communication. They are the best at Words of Affirmation and also feel so loved when they receive it. They want to hear you say the right things while they say the right things. May not be the touchy-feely type (depends on other aspects in natal chart) but will make you feel loved by the things they say to you. Flirtatious conversations give them a high. They develop feelings really fast but won’t always say it. They fall for words. This can go south when their words don’t line up with their actions. This placement has many different creative interests and lots of hobbies. They’re the kind to be baking a cake today and learning how to knit a whole blanket tomorrow. Since this placement is so curious, they have trouble focusing on one thing at a time. But if they discover something that can keep their interest and beat out anything else that could be interesting, they will stick with it. Quick to move on. Overthink their love life a lot. Many lovers through out their life. Lots of admirers but if they’re not interesting enough, they will move on to the next thing that is. They are not two-faced either. Because they are so intelligent, they have the ability to see different sides of a situation. They’re not extremely opinionated and will go with the flow, so if it seems like they’re on someone’s side, they may not be. They just understand it and are able to talk about it. This placement changes their mind a lot about their crushes and hobbies. Could also go back and forth about a person. Gemini Venus is a hard one to pin down. You really have to teach them something they don’t already know or be an interesting person yourself. They tend to gravitate towards Aquarius’ romantically and Libra’s platonically. In my opinion, I think a Leo Venus could bag a Gemini Venus easily. Gemini energy values freedom. This doesn’t mean that they have to be in an open relationship or marriage, just don’t restrict their freedom when they are in a relationship. Sagittarius energy goes well with this as friends. They will leave love letters around or send you random texts to make you feel good. As a Gemini Venus myself, I love to make random phone calls to my best friends and tell them how much I love them and how much they mean to me. Gemini’s also love being in a duo. They love having a person with them to run errands, go out to dinner and drinks, shopping, etc. They just love people and want to be around them all the time.

#astrology #natal chart #gemini #moon in gemini #mercury #scorpio #leo #pluto #8thhouse #aries #pisces #taurus #cancer #virgo #libra #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #zodiac #sidereal #birth chart #astrology observations #Capricorn rising #Taurus Venus #Gemini Venus #Venus in 5th house #Venus in 3rd house #Venus in Taurus #Venus in Gemini #sun in leo

[thatblackravenclaw]

Time to Check Out

Blog Details + Library

author note: if this is bad, then in my defense, i'm high. enjoy! i wrote this instead of paying attention in class.

Poly!wolfstar x fem!reader (reader was in slytherin, but it's not brought up)

au: workplace romance

word count: 1.2k

warning(s): smut, cursing, female masturbation, the reader is called “bunny”, public masturbation?, reader uses the nickname “pet”, kind of proofread

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I wonder if I can convince the boys to go into town today. It’s actually a lovely day. The leaves are changing colors and the weather isn’t too terribly cold. Sirius will probably be against it. His plan every day we get off of work is to go home and sleep until nightfall. I have no clue how he functions with his fucked up sleep schedule.

Where are the checkout slips? Where is Remus? I swear sometimes it feels like I’m the only one who works here. Maybe the slips are in the back. I survey the room to make sure that the bookstore will be okay for a minute. The walk isn’t far as I find my hand already on the doorknob. I slowly open it to see Sirius and Remus making out. Groping is more like it. Sirius’ hips are flush against Remus’. Their lips move against each other without any sign of separating soon. Sirius’ hand reaches for Remus’ belt buckle and that’s when I snapped out of the trance I was in. I slam the door shut and they separate like shrapnel. I’m unable to hide my smirk as I walk around them to get the box of checkout slips.

“Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just working while being left out of all the fun,” I sarcastically spew as I reach the door.

“We didn’t want to bother you since you were working.” I haven’t seen Remus this flustered since 5th year.

“Last time I checked Mr. Lupin, you’re on the clock too. And Mr. Black, do I need to tell my sister that you are also slacking off? I’m sure the vinyl shop is barely surviving without you.”

“I thought you loved me?” I hear behind me as I make my way back to the counter.

“I do, but I also love the paycheck that pays your half of the rent, and you won’t be able to do that if you’re fired.”

“Okay, but if you tell on me then I’ll for sure get fired.”

I roll my eyes at this because we both know she won’t fire him. She would just watch him like a hawk and give him a hard time. I start to glue checkout sheets to the inside of the book when I feel arms wrap around my mid-section and lips attach to my neck.

“Please don’t tell on me,” he says in between kisses. I almost fold until I remembered where we were. I lightly push him off and go to the book cart.

Seems like Remus actually does stuff around here besides sneaking off to the back room. There are only like five books and the authors are pretty close in last name, so I put those up and then wander back to the front. It’s quiet. Suspiciously quiet. I look around and see that the curtains are drawn, and the open/closed sign has been switched to closed. They’re up to something. The lights suddenly dim and I feel a presence behind me.

“Hello, love.” A Welsh accent I could recognize anywhere. His hands caress my sides, sending shivers down my spine. His chin lays on my shoulder and his cheek kisses mine.

“If you think I’m forgiving you guys for leaving me out earlier, you’re wrong.” I move out of his embrace. I’m met by another presence as I get closer to the counter.

“Come on, babe. You can’t stay mad for long,” Sirius says as they both have me against the counter, unable to escape.

“Want a bet,” I challenge. I see them grin at each other through the dimly lit room before I’m lifted onto the counter. Silly boys. They just gave me the upper hand.

Both of them stood before me, smiles just short of the Joker. Remus walks towards me first. I lift my leg and push him away with my foot. I keep him there and repeat the same with my other leg as Sirius also tries to get close to me. Their puzzled looks almost make me laugh.

“Don’t you feel silly,” I ask as I have my focus on Remus, “Don’t you feel stupid,” my eyes switch to Sirius, “Don’t you feel a little ashamed,” I finish asking as I look between the two.

“What made you two think you could touch me? Oh, no no no. You guys had fun without me, so I’m gonna have fun with you,” I taunt.

I move my feet from their chests, but my legs open. I’ve never been so thankful for having decided to wear a skirt to work. I do a tiny hop so I can take off my panties as seductively as possible.

“Sirius, can you come here please?” Testing my luck to see if he’s feeling subby or not. He inches forward until he’s close enough that I can feel his warmth.

“Open.” His jaw slowly drops. I put my middle and ring finger on his tongue. His lips wrap around my fingers and start to suck.

I guess he is.

I let him wet my fingers for a second before pulling them out of his mouth. A whimper leaves his mouth. I’m not sure if Remus hears it, but I sure as hell do. I don’t even try to hide the smirk that kisses my face. I push him back and swirl my fingers around my clit. A moan escaped my lips. The temptation to close my eyes is strong, but the will to see them suffer is stronger.

The swirls are tortuously slow. My clit is throbbing and I’m finding it hard to keep my legs open.

“Come on, bunny. Pads and I only kissed. This isn’t fair.”

“Did I say you could speak, pet?” I’m treading on thin ice. After we get home I’ll for sure have to call off of work tomorrow.

I move my fingers lower and start fingering myself. Wet noises fill the otherwise quiet library. As fun as this is, my fingers don’t feel as good as theirs. After a few more pumps, I lift my fingers back up to my clit. A little more pressure so I can get closer. I let out a shudder as my hips thrust against my fingers. My body tremors as I feel my impending orgasm.

“Bunny.” It’s not a question, but it’s not a statement. I reluctantly pull my fingers away and give my full attention to Remus.

“Yes, daddy,” I ask ever so sweetly.

“We’re sorry,” he mumbles.

“We’re sorry, Bun. We won’t have fun without you again, just please let us touch you.” My teasing softens as I hear Sirius’ pathetic little tone.

I close my legs and beckon him over with my index finger. I tap my lips to signal for a kiss. He pecks them and moves back just enough to see his face. My heart warms at the subby look on his face.

“You’re forgiven, Siri.” I hop off of the counter and look back to Remus. “You want to try apologizing or is that too hard for the big bad wolf?” The tease back in my tone.

A low growl is heard in his throat.

“I’m sorry.”

“For?” If looks could kill, I’d be 6 feet under.

“For having fun without you.” A genuine smile wipes across my face.

“Aww. Thank you, Remmy.” I kiss his cheek and crouch down to get my panties. I look up to see growing bulges in their pants. The sight goes straight to my core and a new wave of arousal leaks out of my pussy.

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