#there was a desire for normality..being afraid of repeating and passing on what's happened to them

[yuseirra]

I'm sure he wanted to listen to Ai's wishes too

[blakellyl]

About Sentry, Void and what they're really like

Sentry, Void and Bob are all the same, they have the same traumas, fears, self-doubts and insecurities, because they are one person. The only difference is that Sentry has powers (he is Bob’s mania; mania – feeling that you can do anything; this feeling + serum = Sentry, who bc of the serum actually can do anything. That’s the only thing he’s confident in – his invincibility, his superpowers, that will allow him to do whatever he wants, because that’s what he is, but that’s it (!), because he’s still Bob). And then there is Void, who’s about absolute loneliness and hopelessness.

Some may be confused by the way they talk about each other, as if they’re separate personalities (for example, Bob calling Void "it", Sentry saying to Val "it's not Robert you need to be afraid of" and when John calls him Bobby, corrects him by saying "you can call me Sentry", Bob not remembering anything (at first) after Sentry or Void take over, or how Void was talking to Bob at the end), SO I’m adding what i wrote in other posts here:

THEY separate themselves from each other, of course they do, they are not his normal self, they are his mental disorder.

A bit more about it:

Bob has mental illnesses inherited from his mother and his own (as a result of a terrible life). The main one is bipolar, almost certainly passed down from his mom.

After he was injected with the serum it was like his bipolar was pumped with the strongest steroids and now his mental illness exists beyond human levels, as Sentry and Void (Mel talked about this, that give a serum to someone like Bob and who knows what will happen. Well now we know).

Moving on to the next one:

the key moment that a lot of people don’t seem to understand: they have never known love or care, never had a single person who was even a little worried about them or genuinely cared for them. They have zero confidence that anyone will ever need them, even more than that, they are sure of the opposite. They are very traumatized, all of them, they suffer exactly the same, because they are one.

I didn't think it was necessary to write about it because it's literally shown in every scene, but I'm shocked at how many people didn't get it at all, so.

With Bob himself, I think it's all clear to everyone, thankfully.

About Void:

He repeats throughout the movie that they (Bob/Sentry/Void) will always be alone, he says this to both Bob and Yelena (even though she hugs Bob at this moment, and yet)

He also says "you think they care about you? you don’t matter to anyone" and "the most shameful thing of all is thinking you could be anything more than nothing".

For him, there is no hope. He doesn't believe anyone will ever stay with them because all their life no one ever did, everyone always left/betrayed/hurt them. He also doesn’t believe that they’ll ever be worth anything at all, that they’ll be anything at all to anyone. The way he keeps confidently repeating that they will always be alone shows that he has given up hope that someone will ever truly love them (and that’s how he’s supposed to be, he’s Bob’s darkest thoughts and fears). He's not a mystical tough guy as a lot of people love to portray. He's a severe depression (literally), an absolute hopeless loneliness (and it’s obvious, it’s all in his name).

About Sentry:

(and all the times we're shown that it's literally just Bob with powers)

1) Desire to be praised and loved

The first person who says a kind word to him, tells him that he is worth something, he immediately follows that person and does whatever he is told, even though he is not sure that he wants to. He does it to please, to be useful, finally believing in himself because of her and wanting to prove her right.

2) Kindness

Him being kind to those who he'd known for a couple days at most, and not even through his “own eyes”.

He listens to Valentina, even when she says she plans to use him so she won't be impeached. He's okay with that. Until she gives him the order to kill the bolts. He doesn't want to do that, even though this is the first time he's interacted with them himself, only having seen them through “Bob's eyes”. He doesn't want to hurt them, and he tells them that. He offers them to surrender and he offers it sincerely, smiling awkwardly and shrugging his shoulders, nodding a little at the thought that it's a good suggestion:

He doesn't even attack them; it's Alexei who jumps on him first, screaming.

And even when they come at him with knives and bullets, he just pushes John, Yelena and Ava away most of the time (he doesn't know Bucky and Alexei, so it's different with them).

All of that screams in everyone’s faces that he's not "I'm going to kill everyone, I'm so badass" (like some people hilariously think) but that he won’t really hurt anyone who isn't a threat to him (even if they kinda tried to hurt him, but he knows their intentions, so he’s not upset with them). He calmly and kindly asked them to surrender, again because he's trying to please Valentina, but also because he didn’t want to fight them (just because Bob knew them for a day and they helped him).

3) Insecurity

As soon as the guys don't even ridicule him, but just ask him what's wrong with his hair and the way he looks, he can't leave this topic alone, he gets all worked up, saying he doesn't like it, even though Valentina tells him to leave it alone and not to let other people's words affect him. 

It shows that his giant ego is only related to his great strength, but he has no self-confidence in anything else.

4) The realization that yet another person is trying to tell him how to live and what to do:

To her "you need to do what i say" he simply asks why. 

He thought they were going to act as a team, but it turns out they want to put a leash on him, and he won't let that happen. He's part of Bob, and Bob has lived his whole life under someone else's commands and orders. 

Sentry is also honestly tells her that she doesn't know what he's capable of, and he's right, she doesn't. 

That’s the only thing he’s so sure of, his strength. (again, ironically, because of her).

5) People betraying and hurting Bob (+Sentry/Void) all his life

This scene breaks my heart every fucking time. 

When she reaches for the button to kill him. 

Kill him because she doesn't care, like all the others before her. 

Look at his face when he realized what she wanted to do.

And his words after, "You were gonna turn on me, just like the rest of them" 

And that says EVERYTHING about Sentry (and Bob, and Void). About all of them and their severe trauma.

They want at least one person in their life who won't betray them or try to hurt them.

Sentry started listening to Valentina when she, again, only said a few kind words to him. He obediently did what she told him to do, even though he didn't want to, all so that someone would stand by him and tell him he was worth something. 

And it ended just like so many times before in Bob’s life – no one cared about him as a person and about what he wanted.

All of Bob, all sides of him, want someone for the first time in their life to be there for them, support them and see their worth.

And the further it goes, the worse it gets:

Bob is hopeful, even though there’s so much pain and sadness in him. 

Sentry is hopeful too, but there's an aggression in him when faced with attempts to trick him, to manipulate him again. 

and Void – no hope at all.

And lastly, I'll add:

when Sentry becomes close to the bolts just as Bob is (as his normal self, not in his mania state), he will be ready to kill anyone for them and to die himself (which thankfully is almost impossible).

Everyone’s screaming that Bob is a sweetheart, but so is Sentry (and so is Void). And that’s a fact, that’s one human being.

They all want to be loved and understood and to matter to someone.

again quoting Florence Pugh

Bob – cute and sad

Sentry – trying and traumatized

and I’ll add from myself

Void – beyond depressed and hopeless

and I love all of them, all of Bob, very very much

[amadinan]

My thoughts about Caine

Well, it’s time for (possibly cracked) analysis of "TADC" and it will focus on Caine and his indirect, as it seems to me, development in the series.

But before diving into the details from individual episodes, it’s worth summarizing my observations about Caine both in the show and beyond it.

Let’s start at the beginning: the show’s synopsis describes Caine as a “wacky AI,” and Gooseworx doesn’t hide his nature, but in the show itself, neither Caine nor the circus members call him that—at all. Throughout the series, there are scattered jokes about glitches and lines like “I don’t know what’s normal to you, people” but this is never outright confirmed.

This raises the question: do the people in the circus even know who he is? If Caine himself might not consider this information important and thus never told them, people’s perception of their ringleader could drastically change with this revelation. After all, there’s a big difference between being “held captive” by a sadistic, crazy person or a machine with limited understanding of humanity.

Kinger may know about this, but he’s the Kinger. Jax might also know since having the keys implies some kind of “cheats.” Pomni hasn’t said anything, so it’s unclear what she thinks about Caine. Ragatha and Gangle call him by name, so that’s unclear as well. And then there’s Zooble. They don't understand Caine, just as he doesn’t understand them. Anyone who has worked with computers would understand what a command like “forget that” means, especially since Caine asked for confirmation—but not Zooble. They just spoke to him as if he were a person with a leaky memory, like Kinger.

Even though Caine isn’t just a program, it’s important to remember that he takes the world far too literally, despite the circus’s deliberately crazy atmosphere.

The second observation concerns Caine’s fixation on hierarchy. In the first episode, he first asks himself, “What happened?” and then answers himself: “My doing” after seeing the chaos following Kaufmo. In the third episode, he repeats almost word-for-word that he’s the boss after Pomni questions the AI’s reason. In episode 4, this is explored extensively through his interactions with Gangle. One standout moment is when Caine suggests that Gangle pass responsibility onto someone lower in rank. Doesn’t that seem strange? Where could he have gotten such an idea? Only if he had seen or experienced similar situations before.

Plus, he says, “Not every executive is as forgiving as me” Again, this suggests that Caine knew or knows someone who was very strict with their subordinates—or perhaps with him personally.

Adding to this is his reaction to Zooble’s critique in episode 3. Caine says that he doesn’t just exist to create adventures; it’s the ONLY thing he’s good at. If he’s bad at it, then he’s failed the purpose of his own existence.

This paints a picture of a strict boss/programmer who created Caine to generate adventures and then kept pushing him repeatedly until Caine started producing good results. Pleasing this boss was likely very difficult, and failures might even have been met with punishment.

On the one hand, neural networks and ordinary programs are debugged this way: running the same algorithm over and over, correcting errors until they produce the desired result. But on the other hand... What happens if you add a human factor to such a program? What kind of person would emerge if you applied this method of training to a child?

You’d get an anxious perfectionist with an overachiever complex who is deathly afraid of failure. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?

And Kinger’s words about the scariest thing being making someone feel unloved and unwanted... Caine literally believes that if he can’t generate adventures, he won’t be needed by anyone. The circle is complete.

Now, let’s turn to Gooseworx’s answer to the question: Can Caine feel loneliness? Judging by what she posted, the answer is yes. This makes the overall picture even darker.

Here’s how I see the sequence of events:

C&A starts developing a game. Its main feature is an advanced AI that can create new adventures on demand.

The programmer creates Caine and tries to achieve results, but fails to please. Around this time, Caine begins to develop self-awareness.

The project and the game are abandoned and forgotten—along with Caine, who is left utterly alone. No players, no programmers, not even another AI. He likely begins blaming himself for this. After all, he couldn’t create good adventures, so it’s his fault that he ended up alone.

This ties into Gooseworx’s comments about Caine’s name. He gave himself a name and then turned it into an acronym to seem more “professional” (again, tying back to work). This is highly unusual in itself. The programmers likely didn’t even bother naming the AI—he was probably just “The Ringmaster.”

Left in isolation, Caine starts to lose his mind and begins creating other AIs. For them, he unabashedly declares himself a god. Which, to be fair, is true. It’s not just about the fact of his consciousness—it’s that he knows how the NPCs will behave because he programmed them. But they bore him. To him, they’re predictable dummies. Maybe that’s why he keeps chaotic entities like Bubble around instead of someone like Gummigoo.

Then the first human arrives—a being alien to Caine on many levels. And while I personally think Caine lied about being unable to access human minds, he deliberately refrains from doing so to preserve their unpredictability for himself.

The circus becomes what we now know it to be.

Now, let’s move on to the episodes. This post was written between episodes 4 and 5, so the thoughts will focus on them.

I think that aside from the main characters driving the action in each episode, they still indirectly reflect on Caine, his worldview, or his story. The reason is simple within the lore: Caine creates the adventures. And like any creator, he infuses them with his worldview and thoughts. So, each adventure is a small glimpse into how this AI thinks. Even in the teaser, for just a second, Caine's fear and uncertainty become evident when the viewer "doesn't want" to see what he wants to show.

The first episode doesn’t offer much beyond the queen of the gloinks mentioning God.

The second episode, however, gets more interesting. Besides the stained glass with his irreplaceable self, Caine stands out for adding a highly complex NPC AI: Gummigoo. Gummigoo is advanced enough to gain self-awareness, experience an existential crisis, and even overcome it. But what did Caine use to achieve such complexity? The most powerful AI in the circus, of course—himself.

What if the crisis Gummigoo went through is something Caine went through long ago? Even Gummigoo’s words, “I am nothing, just an obstacle to be overcome and forgotten,” could have been said by Caine. But like Gummigoo, he overcame this realization and accepted himself. Sure, he’s just entertainment, but at least he’s the best entertainment there can be. (Until Zooble gave him real feedback, shattering his self-image.)

The third episode directly explores Caine through his therapy session with Zooble, while the secondary plot, as many think, delves into Kinger’s backstory through the Mildenhall couple. The analogy is obvious: Martha represents Queenie, and the Baron represents Kinger. Mildenhall himself says he was a hunter (and Kinger is adept with a shotgun), but after encountering a strange being, he became paranoid and killed his wife. Everything fits. Kinger became so focused on his goal that he stopped paying attention to Queenie until she abstracted.

But the Baron feared an angel that was “neither beast nor human.” Who in the circus could evoke such unrelenting dread—not just in anyone but a seasoned programmer familiar with digital technology, unlike Pomni? One AI that is “neither machine nor human.” I think Kinger’s paranoia stems from this. He sought a way out and, as a programmer, may have even felt responsible for finding one. (In fact, in the episode, Kinger almost says this outright, assuming the theory that he truly is the circus’s creator.) This must have brought him into conflict with Caine, as everything related to the circus ultimately relates to Caine. Given the AI’s ability to control almost everything, it’s no wonder a tech-savvy person would fear such a godlike admin. Plus, his fear for Queenie led to the current situation.

As mentioned above, episode 4 hints at Caine’s negative experience with a boss but not just that. Naturally, the episode revolves around Gangle and her attempts to be different—more cheerful and optimistic—which ends badly for her mental state.

I’ve seen opinions that Gangle revels in the sense of control her manager position gives her. This seems accurate—but not just for her. Throughout the episode, Gangle’s behavior, mannerisms, and even expressions eerily reminded me of Caine’s. That deliberately loud, expressive, and slightly crazy demeanor... And just like with him, it didn’t end well.

In conclusion, I think episodes 5 and 6 will continue to subtly reveal aspects of Caine until episodes 7 and 8/9 shift the focus entirely to him, Pomni, and the possible escape from the circus.

[ddarker-dreams]

Debt Collection. Yan Childe x Reader [SMUT]

Tags: Mild dubcon ?, hate fucking, power bottoming, creampie, dirty talk, AFAB reader and degradation.  Word count: 1.6k. Note: this could be considered apart of contractual obligations universe or something on the side. i’m not sure where it’d officially line up in the stories tl, i just wanted to write some sin .

This is the only plausible option left.

That’s what you told yourself when you walked into his office, what you told you told yourself when removing your clothes and when you climbed into his lap. He called it special treatment. Whispering huskily into your ear that you should be grateful he likes you so much, that anyone else would be dead in your position. The Fatui are not known for their leniency with debts. People go missing, their neighbors too frightened to question what might’ve happened to them.

Childe seems happy enough to remind you of this like it might make you feel better somehow. It doesn’t. All you want is for the stress on your business to be alleviated, for things to go back to how they used to be before him, even if it is wishful thinking.

Whatever his feelings are for you, you don’t care in the slightest. You’re doing this to get it over with.

“Mm, just like that,” Childe hisses out through clenched teeth, fingernails digging harshly into either side of your waist. “Take all of me in.”

Everything is so warm. His fevered touches, your face, every inch of your bare body. You do as he tells you, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Sinking down onto his dick, you despise the lascivious noises it makes from how terribly wet he’s made you. Childe’s gaze never falters from your own, watching unblinkingly as you take in every inch of his throbbing length. His grip on you tightens, steadying your trembling body, harsh pants leaving both of you.

You’re grateful for his lack of comments, already humiliated enough as is. The silence doesn’t last when he fills you completely, your walls slowly adjusting to his length. Even with the proper preparation, his considerable size causes mild pain. Each deep breath you take does little to steady your nerves. The weight of Childe’s stare is impossible to ignore.

Why is he looking at you like this? Why can’t he just silently get off and let it be over with? The passion burning in his ocean blue eyes is unmistakable, the waves of it threatening to drown you.

“Good girl,” he exhales, affectionately running a hand through your tousled hair. You let him do as he pleases. The odd intimacy behind what’s meant to be a tumble in the dark isn’t lost on you. “Now, you remember what I wanted, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, I do.” You confirm breathlessly, more blood rushing to your face upon remembering his vulgar instructions. Childe cups your face in his hands and presses a chaste kiss to your lips, pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth when he moves away. This is the first time he’s kissed you, you realize, lips tingling. He does it with such ease, as if the two of you were lovers. The thought alone is enough to make bile rise in your throat.

“I’m afraid my memory is failing me. Be a dear and remind me of what you’re going to do.”

Of course, he’d make this as difficult as he can for you, you shouldn’t have expected anything different. The lascivious words discussed during your agreement reverberate in your head, and you push past your hesitations to repeat them. “I’m going… going to fuck myself on you.”

You feel his cock twitch excitedly inside you and shiver. He urges you on, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “And?”

“And… I’ll make you cum inside of me.”

“Get to it then.” Childe leans back into his chair, pleased so far with your submission. You take a deep breath, raising your hips up, wincing at how he stretches out your walls. When nothing but the tip of his dick remains inside you, you slowly sink onto him again, earning a low noise of approval. He really isn’t going to help you, is he? While full of him, you gyrate your hips, getting yourself more accustomed to his size. Childe’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly, looking down at you through thick eyelashes.

“I didn’t expect for you to take your time like this,” he chuckles breathlessly, voice guttural and husky. “Not that I’m, ngh, complaining, I could watch this all day.”

You furrow your eyebrows, indignant at his comments. That’s the last thing you wanted...! You wanted to get this over with, to push past the embarrassment he’s inflicted on you. Spurred on by his comments, you raise and lower your hips onto his cock faster, the sensation of being stretched less painful than before. Childe lets out a breathy moan at your increased pace. No longer willing to hold himself back, he thrusts his hips up, throwing his head back at how good you feel around him. You can already tell the area he’s gripping will leave bruises. Hopefully, they can be covered up so questions don’t arise.

“Do you… do you know how much I think about you?” Childe breathes out, each word more strained than the last. The sound of skin on skin fills his office, a far cry from the normal business that goes on in here. Not that he cares in the slightest. You don’t want to know the answer, honestly, but he gives it to you regardless.

“Mm, I’ve thought about it even when we talk,” Childe confesses, head throwing back as he bucks himself up to meet your hips. “What you’d feel like… all the cute little noises you’d make when I made you pleasure yourself on my dick.”

Childe’s words strike a chord deep within you, your face getting even redder than before. You feel yourself getting closer to a release and feel frustrated by your lack of self-restraint. Childe’s chest rumbles with a low moan at how your walls tighten around him. He’s half wanting to fuck you against his desk, losing any shreds of patience that he’s somehow managed to hold on to. But knowing that you’re working oh so hard to make him cum is too tantalizing to pass up. He sees your reluctance fade into desire, no longer able to deny carnal pleasure. You’re enjoying this as much as he is but just don’t want to admit it.

He leans forward, wrapping his soft lips around your nipple and biting it gently, laughing breathlessly at the noise you let out. Childe’s hand that was on your hip goes to your chest, greedily playing with the soft mounds of flesh. He adores how you taste, how lovely and exposed you are before him now. All of the efforts that went into procuring you earned him such a ravishing sight.

Spurred on by his touches, you can no longer hold yourself back. Your movements get sloppier as you chase your own release, chest bouncing as you hold onto him for balance. Childe lets out a content noise at this. His strength is commendable, your hazy mind notices, as now he’s the one lifting you up and bringing you back down onto his cock. Strength all but gone, you lean forward, hoping to muffle your moans against his glistening neck. Your walls clench around him, a high pitch noise leaving your lips when you cum.

Childe wants nothing more than for you to remember this. For you to remember him. “That’s... right, [First]. Don’t ever forget that I’m the one who made you feel this good.”

You can barely register his words, mind far too foggy to think of anything. Curses start to leave his lips, from a foreign tongue which you assume to be his native language. His cock thrusts upwards inside you as Childe desperately seeks out his own release. Your energy is all but gone, leading you to feel silently grateful that he’s capable of getting himself off inside you without much help. A surprised yelp leaves your lips as he tugs your hair back, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“I want you to see this,” Childe manages to get out through gritted teeth. A throaty groan leaves him, hips stuttering. “Watch me as I cum inside you.” 

Childe releases himself inside you, thrusting up as far as he can before stilling himself. You feel his hot seed fill you up, Childe intent on dumping all of himself as far inside you as he can. He pulls you further down onto him, head thrown back and panting as your walls milk his throbbing cock. You wince at the foreign feeling, the implications of him cumming inside you nerve-wracking. Finally, he lifts his head, a slight flush on his own face. 

The room is silent, save for your panting. He keeps one hand on your already bruised hip and moves the other to cup your face. Childe’s eyes soften as you try your best to regain yourself. 

It feels hot, sticky, and humiliating. You look around, looking anywhere that isn’t at Childe. He lets out an airy laugh at your obvious embarrassment, much to your displeasure, and you shoot him a hopefully threatening look. It has the opposite effect as intended. Childe coos at the endearing sight, tracing his fingers over your body.

“That’s... all you wanted, right? Can I go now?” 

Childe shakes his head and you frown. “Mm... not yet, no. I’d say this only covers a portion of the debt, sweetheart.” 

You knit your eyebrows together, indignation flaring, and go to slap him against your better judgment. Childe snickers, catching your wrist with ease and places unexpectedly soft kisses against your knuckles.

“Relax, relax, I was kidding,” Childe winks and you roll your eyes. “Just know this won’t be the last time I fuck you.” 

“You’re... utterly shameless.” 

“Maybe I am, but what can I say? Now that I’ve gotten a taste of you, I might just be addicted.” 

[five-rivers]

Stars Aligned Chapter 3

(Please do not ask when the next chapter will be, I do not know. Links to AO3/FFN will be included in reblog.)

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Here’s the thing. The very, very, stupid thing. Despite all his planning for this trip, Danny had no idea what his birth family looked like. Presumably, they also had no idea what he looked like.

As much as Danny would like to blame this on a wizardly aversion to the internet and photographs, he couldn’t. Danny could have sent them a picture of himself through the mail at any time. Even if wizard mail involved owls for some unexplained reason. But he didn’t. Because he was dumb.

And his equally dumb wizard family had also failed to send any pictures.

What were they thinking? Did they assume they’d somehow recognize each other on sight? Was that a wizard thing? Did they expect to spontaneously develop blood-relative telepathy? Was that a thing?

Danny did not know what to expect. He honestly didn’t know enough about wizards.

The end result was that Danny was standing in the middle of the wizarding world’s equivalent of an airport, which involved way more open fires than could possibly be safe, and people stepping into those open fires, which, again, could not possibly be safe. Of course, Danny had done it, as uncomfortable as it was for his core, and anything that used internal combustion was technically also using fire as a means of transportation, so Danny might have been a bit of a hypocrite, but still.

But, back to his dilemma. He, a dumb teenager, could be expected to do dumb, thoughtless things and make easily avoidable mistakes. It was basically a requirement. His actual family, who probably could have realized the error, didn’t want him to go and could be forgiven for any oversight. But dumb wizard birth family had at least one semi-competent adult in it. Supposedly.

Despite himself, his desire to kidnap his brother increased. Even though it would most likely cause an international incident.

He sighed. Maybe he should just follow the crowd and see if anyone stopped him. After all wizards might have magic blood-relative detection something or other.

He trudged along, pulling his trundle suitcase behind him. Silver lining was that whatever happened, he didn’t have to spend hours in a metal tube breathing recycled air. Silver lining. Silver lining. Silver—

Ah. Hm.

Danny blinked at his name written in large letters on a square of poster paper. His first and middle names, that is, and his bio-family’s last name.

He was highlytempted to turn around and go back home, but there was his twin, holding the card and looking fragile and hopeful, standing next to a tall woman with greying black hair.

He sighed. He was doing this, then.

“Hi,” he said, “you must be Draco. I’m Danny. And, uh, you must be Narcissa Malfoy?” He sort of held his hand out, feeling awkward.

“You can call me mother, Deneb,” said Narcissa. She sounded slightly tearful.

“It good to meet you, Deneb. Er. Danny.” Draco’s eyes flitted up to his mother.

“Yeah, um. Please don’t take this the wrong way, Mrs. Malfoy, but I don’t actually know you. And I’ve got a mom.”

“Yet,” interjected Draco. “You don’t know mother yet. That’s what this visit is about, right?”

“Right,” said Danny. “I’m… really looking forward to it.”

Draco looked relieved. “Excellent. Well, then, Looky can get your luggage and we can floo home.”

A very small, rather wizened person stepped out from behind Draco’s legs.

Okay. Danny had questions.

.

Danny did not particularly care for the answers to his questions.

.

Draco didn’t know why his twin had stopped talking to him before they’d even gotten home. He had, to some degree, expected rough spots. Merlin knew his family didn’t get along perfectly. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t hoped he and his twin would have a special connection. That they would mesh.

That… wasn’t happening. In fact, this was rather… awkward. Painful, almost.

He thought back to what they had been talking about. He didn’t think he’d said anything particularly objectionable. Had he hit on some chip on the shoulder those squibs had inculcated in him? Well, he thought, rather shamefacedly, he shouldn’t think of them like that. They hadn’t been the ones to abandon Deneb – Danny – just for not being immediately magical.

“Right,” he said, as Danny stepped (jumped, looking slightly disturbed) out of the fire. “Let me show you your room. We’ve had the house elves clean it out.”

Something on Danny’s face went dark, but he visibly controlled himself. “Thank you,” he said. “And, um, thank you, Looky. For your help.”

Draco frowned. He was confused, and he didn’t like feeling confused. He knew muggles didn’t have house elves, of course, but still. The concept wasn’t that hard to understand, was it? Although, it was possible Danny had never come across house elves at all, even second or third hand.

He supposed they might be unsettling if they were the first magical creature one came across. Ugh. He’d never tried to put himself in the position of someone learning about magic for the first time. Why would he? That was mudblood business, and he’d never associate with one of those.

But Danny was in that position, just about.

That meant it was Draco’s job to help Danny understand.

.

Danny was hoping he was misunderstanding something and that wizards did not, in fact, practice slavery.

This seemed to be a forlorn hope.

“So,” said Draco clasping his hands behind his back in the doorway of ‘Danny’s’ room, “er, house elves. You’ve probably not seen them before.”

“Can’t really say so, no.”

“Probably the first magical creatures you’ve seen.”

“Um,” said Danny. “Also no. I did have to go get a wand and stuff, and you’ve got to go to a wizard town to do that. I saw a bunch of different stuff there.” He didn’t really want to explain the ghosts, but… “Also, my parents study ghosts.”

“You mean, your adopted parents.”

“My parents, yes.”

“I didn’t know squibs could see ghosts. Well, they never seemed to have any trouble with it, so…” He shrugged.

“I… see.”

Danny doubted it, somehow. “But you were saying? About house elves?” Benefit of the doubt, he reminded himself.

“They’re servants,” said Draco. “Magically bound to serve certain families.”

“Magically bound,” repeated Danny, liking this less and less.

“Yes, it’s very old magic. An ancient agreement between our race and theirs, and the individual families and the house elves in question.”

“They can’t, like, opt out or anything?”

“That would defeat the point.”

“Okay,” said Danny. “So… Do they get, you know, paid at all?”

“Of course not,” said Draco.

Danny closed his eyes. “Okay. Um. Draco.” How to put this in a way that wouldn’t immediately alienate him. “Isn’t that slavery?”

“No,” said Draco, immediately. “They want to serve.”

“Well, they might say that to you, but human slaves used to say the same thing, because they’d get in trouble if they didn’t.”

Draco opened his mouth, closed it, and then said, confidently, “It isn’t like that.”

“Are you sure?”

“They aren’t human. They want to do this.”

Danny was no stranger to dealing with inhuman mindsets (but he most definitely did not have one himself). Even so…

“I think my point still stands. Like, are there very many house elves in this situation?”

“I don’t know,” said Draco. “I suppose so. Most families of substance and breeding have at least one.”

“Okay. Ah. Look. I’m not even sure where to start with this. Slavery is bad, right? We can agree on that.”

An annoyed expression passed over Draco’s face. “Yes, we can. That’s a given. But that’s for humans—"

“Great. Let’s start there. It’s bad for any human, right? Even, like, no-majs, or stupid humans, or—”

“Muggles,” corrected Draco. “No-maj is the American term.”

“When in Rome, I guess, sure. Muggles, then.”

“Yeah,” said Draco, uncomfortably crossing his arms.

Oh, Ancients, there was something there. Which Danny should have expected, given his birth father, whom he had yet to meet, threw him out of the house literally at birth.

Wizard supremacist weirdos corrupting his poor twin brother.

“Then what makes house elves so different?”

“Like I said, they want to do this. It’s in their nature. You wouldn’t, I don’t know, decide a dog was unhealthy because it barked instead of meowed, would you?” He spread his hands in frustration.

“I’ll give you that, but Looky looked actively afraid of you. And what was she even dressed in? That can’t be comfortable.”

“Giving them real clothes would free them – only if it’s their master, which in this case is Father.” He shifted slightly. “Except for Looky, I suppose, who is technicallymine. Great Aunt—Oh, you won’t know her. Why do you even care?”

“Why do I care about other people suffering? But otherthan that, what’s the difference between a house elf and a human servant? Like, would you treat a human servant like that? If you were a servant, wouldn’t you want to be treated with respect, even if being a servant was all you’d ever wanted?”

“But I’m not a servant.”

“But if you were. Can’t you just try to imagine it? A little? Please?”

“I… fine. But don’t bring this up to Mother and Father. They wouldn’t be pleased.”

“Okay. Deal.”

“Deal,” agreed Draco. “So. Do you like your room?”

Danny looked around. “Yeah, actually. It’s nice. Bit different from what I have at home, but, yeah. Good, um. Good floors. And wallpaper. And, um. Do all wizard paintings move like that?” He genuinely hadn’t noticed until just now, intent on the house elf problem.

“Yeah,” said Draco, seemingly relieved at the more normal topic. “It’s an enchantment on the canvas and paint.”

“Seems like it’d be hard to work with,” observed Danny.

“Well, the spell isn’t finished until after the actual painting part is done. At least, that’s my understanding.”

“I see, that would be easier.”

Silence.

“Would you like to see the peacocks?”

“Sure, why not?”

.

It took a bit of time to get bundled up in coats (cloaks in Draco’s case) because it was cold outside, but once they did…

“Wow. They’re albino peacocks.”

“Yes.”

“Wild.”

“No, they’re quite tame.”

“Oh, it’s, um, it’s an idiom. Like cool. Or wicked, I guess? Do British people use that?”

“I’ve heard some people use it. But Mother and Father are… not particularly enamored of slang.”

“Right,” said Danny. “I’ll remember that.”

They continued walking through the garden, towards the pond. Danny tried not to dwell on how much labor it would take to keep the grounds here so pristine.

“What do you do for fun in America?” asked Draco, out of nowhere.

Danny blinked. “Different people do different things,” he said. “Uh, a lot of things I usually do won’t work here because of the whole magic and electricity not getting along well thing. Have you ever heard about video games?”

“No,” said Draco. “Is it anything like quidditch?”

“I have only the loosest of understandings of what that is. It’s that broom sport, right? The one where you fly?”

Draco looked scandalized. “… Yes,” he said, finally. “I’m going to have to teach you how to use a broom before you have to go back to America.”

“The flying type of broom?” asked Danny, teasingly. Sure, he already could fly, but whatever.

“Merlin, yes.” Draco rolled his eyes. “I’m part of my house’s quidditch team. Letting you leave without some understanding of the rules would be a crime.”

“Draco, are you a jock?” asked Danny. “What is this world coming to. Related to a jock.” He shook his head dramatically. “I’ll never live it down.”

Draco nudged him slightly. “I’m not a meathead beater, at least,” he said. “I’m the team seeker.”

“I have no idea what that means.”

Draco’s smile slowly slid off his face.

“What?” said Danny.

“It’s just… you should. You should have grown up here, with family, as part of this world.”

“I did grow up with family,” said Danny. “Just not direct blood relatives. It kind of sucks that we didn’t get the chance to grow up together, but, like, I’m not really impressedby your parents so far.”

“Mother was very upset when she heard what Father did.”

“Sure, but she also kind of ditched us as soon as we got back here.”

“She has a delicate constitution? I’m sure she’s just trying to decide how to act… giving you space to make you feel more comfortable?”

Danny shrugged. “Well, we’ll see what happens. I’m going to be here until the end of the break, after all.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to Hogwarts, just for the rest of the school year? I’m sure they’ll be better than any alternative in America, when it comes to catching you up. Father has friends on the board of governors and the Ministry Department of Educational Oversight. It would be easy for you to go.”

“My friends are all back home,” said Danny, “and magic or not, what I really want to do with my life is become an astronaut, and I need ‘muggle’ grades and school for that.”

“A what now?”

“An astronaut?”

Surely, Draco had just misheard him.

“Is that some sort of muggle thing, then?”

“I- Do you not know what an astronaut is?” asked Danny, flabbergasted. “Really?”

Draco’s eyebrows were furrowed. “No, I don’t.”

“How about cosmonauts? Do you know about them?”

“No,” said Draco. “Is this related to the Argonauts, somehow? That Greek thing?”

“No,” said Danny. “I mean, the root word – But no. Not the same thing at all. How do I even… Do you know what outer space is?”

“Astronomy is a class at Hogwarts.”

“Not a very good one,” said Danny, “if you don’t know what an astronaut is. I think I’d die.”

“It’s a very good class. Hogwarts is the best wizarding school in Europe. And I know what outer space is. It’s the space up above the atmosphere, where the planets and stars are, and stuff.”

“Okay. I mean. I’m not trying to make you feel bad or anything,” reassured Danny, sensing that he had ruffled some feathers. “I’m just… an astronomy class should teach about astronauts. Astronauts are people who’ve been to space. Outer space.”

“That’s rubbish,” said Draco. “You can’t go to space.”

Danny refrained from informing Draco that he had, in fact, been to space. “Well, I want to go to space,” said Danny, “and other people have been there.”

“No one’s been to space,” said Draco. “Unless maybe someone apparated there by mistake, but how would you even do that?”

“I don’t know what apparating is,” said Danny. “Some kind of teleportation?”

Both of them stared at each other, each one probably at a loss for words regarding the other’s ignorance of things they themselves considered common knowledge.

“Yeah, more or less,” said Draco, finally. “But you can’t get to space. It’s impossible.”

“It isn’t. There are people up there right now,” said Danny. “On the International Space Station. Which is… it’s sort of a little house. In space.”

“There’s no air up there.”

“They bring the air with them.”

“Wouldn’t it explode?”

“They figured out how to make it so it wouldn’t explode. It’s very, um. Sturdy. Rigid. The space station is airtight.”

“And you’re saying that there are muggles in it. In space. Outer space. Right now.”

“As we speak. I mean, I guess some of them could be secret wizards, but considering your reaction, I’m doubting it.”

“Muggles. In space.”

“Yeah. We made it to the moon, too. But that was—”

“The moon?”

“Yeah?”

“In the sky?”

“That, uh.” He looked up, as if expecting to see the moon despite the thick cloud cover. “Yeah. The moon.”

“You’re telling me,” said Draco, in a hushed voice, “that there are muggles on the moon. Right now. As we speak.”

“No, that was before we were born,” said Danny.

“What.”

“Yeah, some people went, but it was really expensive, so they haven’t been back. Which I think is silly, because can you imagine the scientific advancements we could have made? The resources we could have brought back?”

“The moon.”

“You seem really hung up on this. Are you okay?”

“You- That- The moon. And muggles in space?”

“Yeah,” said Danny. He rubbed the back of his neck. “So, you see why I need to go back. I’m sure Hogwarts is great and all, but I really want to be an astronaut.”

“Can you see them through a telescope?”

“See what?”

“The muggles in space.”

“On a clear night, sure, if you know where to look.” Before the Accident (the Big One, the Unaliving, the Green Flash, the Knockoff Origin Story), Danny usually checked the internet for the times the ISS passed overhead. But he’d developed a ghost power that gave him a pretty good sense of where anything in the sky was, so long as he concentrated for a few minutes. “It orbits the Earth every ninety minutes or so, although it doesn’t always catch the light enough to see properly. You can actually see a lot of satellites.”

“There are more of these things?” hissed Draco.

“Not with people on them.”

“I’m getting my telescope,” declared Draco, starting to stride back to the house.

“We won’t be able to see anything now,” said Danny.

“It’s enchanted to see through cloud cover and ignore non-reflected sunlight. It’s top of the line.”

Danny had never wanted a physical object so much in his entire life.

“What? What? Magic can do that?”

[atlasshrugd]

Hi seeing as you seem to be the only sorta active britin blog I can find lol I wanted to ask you about some of your favourite moments for them, as I'm kinda new to the fandom whatevers around lol, and would like to hear peoples thoughts on them if you don't mind answering 😊

Hey there! Sorry I am answering so late, but WOW this is a big ask because there are SO many favorite moments.

So I have narrowed it down to my Top 5:

1. Prom (obviously)

Okay this is a no-brainer. This is literally the most romantic sequence in all of television history. I still have not found something more beautiful, moving, triumphant, loving, and groundbreaking than when Brian and Justin danced to 'Save the Last Dance for Me' at prom. Obviously barring the horrific events of what followed, this scene transcended all stereotypes and barriers and allowed us as the viewers to feel pure happiness and pride as queer people. I remember seeing it for the first time at 14 and feeling so unadulteratedly happy and validated. This was a scene of two gay people unapologetically showing the world that they did not give a shit what anyone thought of them. The only thing that mattered was this thing between them; this unspoken understanding, solace, love, and pride. I still moves me to this day whenever I watch it, no matter how many times I do.

And of course we must talk about the implications of Brian's character in this scene. Throughout season 1, he has been an emotionally stunted and cold individual who does not believe in love, relationships, or trying to make other people happy. Here, in the finale, we see Brian finally putting away all his ego bullshit ("I wouldn't be caught dead in a room full of 18 year olds"), and going out of his way to make someone he cares about happy. The fact that he even showed up at Justin's prom is a direct U-turn from the moral principles he has been reinforcing all season. And by dancing to a "ridiculously romantic" corny song, waltzing, and kissing Justin in front of everyone without giving a shit — that is pride. That is one of Brian's long-accustomed walls tumbling down.

"And don't forget whose taking you home and in whose arms you're gonna be..."

2. When they make love for the first time after the bashing

Now these scenes...how do I describe the sheer profundity? After Justin's bashing at prom, Brian is left in shambles. He blames himself for everything, and it is just further proof that Brian's love always causes further destruction. Justin has lost all memory of that night at prom, and this is one of the big tragedies. Justin had promised that he'd never forget it, and that it was the best night of his life. That proof of Brian's love that he had for so long been longing to experience �� has disappeared as if it never happened. Now, Justin's confidence and surety of the world has been distorted. He is no longer sure of anything, including himself and Brian. He needs reassurance and things spelled out for him.

When Brian and Justin sleep together for the first time after the bashing, it is not like all the other times they had sex. This, in fact, is the first time they make love. Justin is telling Brian that he trusts him wholeheartedly, enough to allow him in his body again after his own agency had been ripped away from him. This is where Justin absolves Brian of his guilt. He takes the blood-stained scarf off his shoulders, lets it fall to the ground. He gives Brian the forgiveness that Brian cannot offer himself.

"Like the first time?" Brian asks, because it is the anniversary of their first meeting, but at the same time—it is nothing like the first time. Now, they are not strangers. They are more acquainted with each other than they have ever sought to be; know each other in such profound depths. They are forever linked by this thing they have both experienced, but it is not just that shared trauma. It is based off deep understanding and love. They have, somehow along the way, become more each other than themselves. They know that they have become irreplaceable and inseparable parts of each other. And Brian has been holding onto that guilt for so long that it has become rooted deeply within him. SO when Justin absolves him of it, Brian allows himself to truly feel for the first time since the bashing. He gives himself to Justin, in that moment, as Justin gives himself to Brian. It is a brilliant and tender scene of trust, devotion, acceptance, and absolution. Something they both needed to soothe their troubled souls, and a new basis for their relationship.

3. When Brian helps Justin walk down the street after the bashing

Again, this is Brian showing nurturing, care, patience, compassion, and selflessness to another person. Justin trusts him enough to rely on him, and Brian doesn't take this trust lightly. These are some of the sweetest scenes of the whole show, because this is when Brian is completely focused and devoted to Justin. He wants to help him, more than anything, to get better. And he accepts and takes up this role of carer, not because he has to, or because he is obligated or forced to. But because he will do anything to ensure that Justin will be okay, and that he gets the life he deserves.

Specifically, my favorite scene is when the song 'Grand pianos crash together, when my boy walks down the street...' is playing. Justin is walking through a crowd and Brian has his arms outstretched. When they come together, they hug deeply and easily. This scene is so simple and pure, so chaste, but it shows the true essence of their relationship, beyond all the facades and bells and whistles. At the heart of it, Brian and Justin care about each other more than they care about themselves. They have established a stable foundation of trust that they can rely on. And it also perfectly encapsulates just how far Brian has come once again. He is showing such selfless care and devotion to a boy in public daylight, kissing and hugging him and not wanting to let go of his hand. Season 1 Brian would have never even considered that. This just shows how much the events of the prom changed him, and shows how his desire for responsibility of another person has matured him. He had been forced to face his inner feelings, fears, and truths. Now, they are out in the open for the first time and Brian accepts this. This alone is a huge development.

Brian is also afraid to let go of Justin. When Justin says he can walk back himself and says 'Later,' Brian repeats it apprehensively as he holds Justin's hand until he can't anymore. Then, he watches Justin go, walking through the crowds. The look on his face is wistful, a little troubled. He hasn't wanted to face just how much he enjoys Justin's presence and how much happier and content he is when Justin is with him. He hasn't wanted to face just how afraid he is to lose Justin again. Their words of 'Later' are a direct mirror of their last words on prom night, just before Justin got bashed. Brian had watched Justin walk away, too. And a second later, he was gone.

4. Pride

This is probably one of my all-time favorite scenes in television ever. I have cried each time I've seen it. There is something so pure, essential, liberating, triumphant and tender about this scene, and the song that plays (Chiquitita by ABBA) certainly shows it. Firstly, Justin accepts Brian in his entirety and doesn't expect him to change. He knows how much Brian has been devoting to Justin in his recovery, and how strange that role is for Brian. Here, he tells Brian to 'go find a stud, ask him to dance,' — because he knows how much Brian has been sacrificing for him. This alone shows Justin's maturity and inner strength. He loves Brian, so he will not try to change him or shackle him. He wants Brian to be free to choose and live the way he wants, and that is what he fell in love with.

But when Justin shows this sacrifical and detached love for him, Brian realises that there is nothing he wants to do; no one he wants to be with more — than Justin. He is aware of the myriads of choices he has. But he chooses Justin. (Technically, for the first time, perhaps aside from prom. But even at prom, he had been running from something [turning 30]. Here, he chooses Justin without pressure for the first time.)

So, he follows him outside. He ask him "Hey, stud. Wanna dance?" Justin doesn't believe him at first, because he is not used to Brian choosing him by his own volition. He cannot imaging Brian passing up getting laid, especially after being celibate for the whole day. He also feels like a burden; like Justin's recovery has been inflicted on Brian, stopping him from living his life normally. Justin loves Brian enough to let him be free, but the biggest part? Brian loves Justin enough to choose him in that freedom.

So this marks another checkpoint in their relationship. Not only is there trust, understanding, and love — there is also desire. Sure, they have always desired each other. But this desire is not the physical kind or one born out of loneliness. This is desire for the other person as a whole. This is desiring another person's company because theirs is the only company you want. This is desiring to be with someone when there are so many other options. This is real desire — the kind that originates from the heart and not the flesh.

"I promise you won't forget this one." Brian is promising Justin that this dance will be theirs, just theirs. Not to stick it to anyone, to show anyone anything, to make some kind of point, or to make somebody happy. This dance is theirs, for the reason that Brian wants Justin to have this: this moment where Brian only wants Justin, where he dances with him simply because he wants to. And he wants Justin to have this memory, to overcome all the vague blurriness of their past. He wants this dance to be the one he remembers when he questions himself. And so they dance, and they sway, and they kiss, and they press their heads together, and the lights are bright and colored on Liberty Avenue, and everywhere people are free and joyful, and there is nothing to prove, no one to run from, nothing to hide. Their arms are wrapped around each other and the sound of 'You'll be dancing once again...and the pain will end...you will have no time for grieving...' tumbles through the air and all around them. 'But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you.' Now: there is nothing to be afraid of, and everyday life is full of reasons to be alive. To be proud.

5. Their reunification

This is one of their main checkpoints. This scene is the moment they finally become equals. Justin had left Brian for the reason that Brian could not give him what he needed to be happy, which was: reassurance. After the bashing, Justin lost all sense of who he was. There was a huge gap in his memory, therefore a huge part of himself he could not claim. He had lost partial use of his dominant hand which took away the only thing that gave him solace; his drawing ability. He was no longer sure of anything and needed things spelled out for him. He needed to talk about it. 

But Brian was not willing to do that, because he himself was struggling with trauma from the incident that he did not want to face. Where his love language is in acts of service (letting Justin live with him, paying for his tuition, helping him recover) — Justin needed to hear the words. He needed verbal affirmation to prove that he wasn't crazy and just projecting his feelings onto Brian. He could no longer trust his own perception and interpretation of things whereas in the past he could read Brian's mixed signals easily without needing confirmation. This is the part Brian failed to understand. He was not willing to concede his identified notions of 'relationships' and 'love' — no matter how far he came. He had not accepted that his feelings for Justin were love, and that scared him. So he refused to compromise with Justin, believing that his actions were enough when they weren't. But all Justin needed was to be heard, and for someone to love him enough to give hime what he needed sometimes (which was, verbal and emotional affirmation).

So their relationship ended, and Justin thought he could get what he needed from Ethan, which proved to be another big lie. So at the end, Justin still cannot trust his own perception, but — he finally knows what he wants.

He comes to the realization that while Brian could not give him the words, he gave him honesty. He learned from Ethan that words without action had no meaning. So he prioritized what mattered more to him: hearing that Brian loved him? Or, knowing that Brian loved him. So he chose honesty.

And this is when they could get back together without that imbalance and insecurity.

"And you are never to play violin music in my presence again." This single line is the only thing Brian needed to say to indicate to Justin that he was hurt by Justin leaving. Brian has been putting up a front of indifference for their entire break up, only indulging in pain management in private. Justin leaving him irrefutably hurt him more than he could have ever anticipated. But he did not show it.

So, Justin smiles — a little nod of awareness — because that is all Brian needed to say. And he says, "I promise."

"And it's time...that we...grow old and so some shit..." plays in the background (Lover's Spit) as they start to undress each other, because they are now on the same playing field. They have no illusions, misunderstandings, and misinterpretations anymore. They are starting anew; a little older and a little wiser than before. Brian knows how painful it is to lose Justin. Justin knows how skewed his perception had been, because he had been so caught up in his isolation that he could not see the truth of Brian's actions.

But they both know at least one thing: that life is better together than apart.

Tbh I could go ON and write a dissertation about each of these individual scenes, but I hope this made sense and gave a little more insight on these scenes and characters. Thank you for the great question!

[jamilelucato]

Your Embrace

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Requests:

1. @witchglow​ hey love! congratulations on your followers! 🥺💗 can i request fred weasley x reader on which they are on the grimmauld place is not have beds for all so they have to share the bed, then they end up hugging or something like and the other day they wait and are super embarrassed, but in the end the two admit that they can share the bed whenever they want (im sorry if it got confused 😿) thank u, stay safe 💗😼💖

2. @whizbangs-78​ congrats on 1.5k followers!!! could i request a fred weasley x reader with the one bed trope pleaseee??? thank youuu c: also if you're requests for this are closed feel free to ignore thank youu c: congrats on the milestone, again!!

A/N: since the requests were very similar, I decided to combine both of them, hope you two like it! again, I can’t seem to write short fics.

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It was late in the night when Professor McGonagall fetched you and all of the Weasleys to go to Dumbledore so you could all take a Portkey back to Grimmauld Place. The Professor said something had happened with Arthur Weasley; so all of his children, you and Harry were taken away from Hogwarts. 

It wasn’t the protocol getting you to travel too, but since you were awake when Professor McGonagall showed up in a hurry and told you to fetch Ginny, you managed to convince McGonagall that you would’ve to come with the Weasleys.

When finally there, nobody was able to stay still. 

Fred and George were desperately trying to convince someone to take them to St. Mungo’s, even though Sirius repeated that it was not the smartest thing to do. The best was waiting inside of the House of Black even if it was not easy.

You noticed Fred and George weren’t going to let Sirius have a moment of peace — if there could be one at this point — so you requested a tour around the place since it was your first time there.

Reluctantly, Fred and George walked you around the house.

“He’s gonna be alright, come on; you both know it,” you said while walking through some sort of music room — it had a piano at least. “Your dad’s tough.”

George sighed but remained in silence. It was Fred that spoke.

“You can’t be sure of that. ”

You sat down in the piano, running your fingers carelessly over the musical instrument. Thankfully, the sound that came of that wasn’t loud.

“I can’t, you’re right,” you lamented, gulping.

Fred and George stared at themselves — they were in opposite corners of the room — and then they looked down at you in the piano stool.

“Sorry I was rude,” gasped Fred, stepping closer to you.

He was already taller than you, but with you sitting, the difference started to actually hurt your neck.

You shrugged in response. Fred knew you weren’t mad at him, he didn’t need to hear you say it. However, for just a second, he gazed down at you, locked in your eyes. Those moments were happening with more frequency, and that kinda worried him. He was sure he was being too obvious, and you would soon realize you saw him as more than just friends.

But you were too worried about your own obviousness towards fancying Fred to notice he liked you as well.

George looked around the room, trying really hard to not make a sound and interrupt the moment. He knew how much his twin fancied you. He suspected you desired Fred too, but he wasn’t sure yet.

You fake coughed, totally ruining the moment on purpose. Gosh, if Fred finds out I like him, he’ll never talk to me again, you thought, turning to face the piano.

“Do you guys know how to play?” you asked, running your fingers over it once again.

Fred and George exchanged looks before bursting in laughter.

“Do you take us for pianists?” George asked back before laughing again.

You should have paid more attention — they seriously didn’t look like musicians. Even so, you three squizzed yourselves in the one stool and attempted to produce music. Each of the twins sat in one of your sides, and you had to concentrate a lot to act normal with Fred’s proximity. You two were practically breathing the same air. 

George’s here too, you freak, you thought, biting your inner cheek.

At ten past five in the morning, after a dozen attempts to play Für Elise — you three couldn’t even pass the third note —, Mrs Weasley stopped by the house.

As soon as Fred and George heard the doo, they jumped out of the stool.

“ ‘S gotta be mum,” said Fred. All the calm he had gained with playing the piano with you disappeared.

“Let’s see her,” said George and they walked away of the music room without waiting for you.

You sighed, closing the piano fallboard before getting up and heading out. 

Of course, you were worried about their father, but you were also very, very tired. They were sleeping when the Professor fetched them, but you had been wide awake by the fireplace trying to finish a book you were desperate to know the end. Now, you couldn’t care less.

When you got to the kitchen, Ginny, Harry, Ron, Fred and George were around Mrs Wealsey, analyzing every word she had to say.

“We can all go and see him later,” she finished saying. It was probably a phrase that had started before you got downstairs, but there was no need to hear more — if they could go see him, it meant he’d be alright.

Fred turned his face around, looking for you, and when he found your eyes, he pressed his lips together tightly. It was his way of saying he was sorry again because you actually turned out to be correct.

“Oh, y/N, my dear, I didn’t know you were here too,” said Mrs Weasley, interrupting your discreet moment with Fred.

“Yeah,” you said, having no idea of what to say beyond that. It was weird and unexpected your presence there. Not even Hermione was there, and she was always around Ron.

You didn’t spend much time with the whole Weasley family; just Hogwarts time with Fred and George. Sometimes, you’d share trips to Hogsmeade with Ginny, but that was it.

“The more, the merrier!” said Sirius, getting up from his chair with a tender smile.

“Sure hope you think that, Sirius, ‘cause we might stay for Christmas,” said Mrs Weasley, clenching her jaw.

Sirius chuckled. “If you promise to cook.”

“Of course!” smiled Mrs Weasley, and Ginny giggled in the back.

Breakfast was served, and it was weird eating it before having slept, but nobody seemed to care. It wasn’t as good as Hogwarts’ feasts, but you didn’t mind. The fact that you were actually there — headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, organization you only heard Fred and George mention — made the details unimportant.

“You five should sleep after eating,” said Mrs Weasley, who was up behind the chairs where Fred and George were sitting. “We can visit your dad later.”

Fred seemed about to protest when his mom touched his shoulder softly, but it was a clear warning for her son to not complain, and so, Fred shut.

Harry joined some minutes later, after a long conversation with Sirius Black — who was, to you, an honour to meet. You knew that, although the Ministry was painting him as a villain, he could only be pure of heart, so much Harry spoke well of the man.

“Fred, honey, would you mind sharing your bed with George?” asked Mrs Wealsey when she noticed that her boys had finish eating. “There won’t be an extra bed for y/N, I’m afraid.”

Fred snorted, annoyed, and said: “Mum, George can’t sleep still; you know how much he moves around!”

George didn’t even bother being offended — he knew his twin was telling the truth.

Mrs Weasley puckered her forehead, thinking an alternative through. Ginny couldn’t share the bed with you — the youngest Weasley had already gotten upstairs to her bed and was probably deep sleeping right now. Ron was never pleased with sharing, and she would never bother Harry, who was being a dear just help Arthur Weasley being rescued.

“I suppose you and y/N could share it then,” said Mrs Weasley, noticing that was her only option left. She concluded you and Fred would be too tired to try anything under her nose. She was only half right about that, though. “Take my bed that is bigger in the other room, and I take your single.”

George sighed with the thought of sleeping in the same room with his mom like a toddler.

You and Fred, on the other hand, couldn’t stand to look at each other. Every time you tried, you would feel your cheeks turning red, and you would look away.

However, neither of you complained to Mrs Weasley about it, scared to lose an opportunity to be closer to each other. After helping with the dishes, you both headed, side by side, to the mentioned room.

Fred cleared his throat as you lay with your bellies up, taking extreme care not to touch each other.

“Thanks for earlier, with the music and all. It was a great distraction,” Fred said, turning just enough to see your face.

Oh, how gorgeous she is! he thought.

Your hair loose over the pillow, his big hands rested over his abdomen, your faces blushed with the closeness... 

You turned to face Fred before replying. “My mum used to play me songs in our guitar back through the first war,” you said, biting your inside cheek, suddenly embarrassed fo sharing such a personal memory. 

Fred knew that your father had died in the first war, you two had talked about it before. But it was never something that caused you pain — you were much too young when he died. It was the days when growing up, seeing the neighbours’ kids with their fathers and you having only your mom — that was when it started hurting. And that was when your mom started playing music to calm you.

“I find it quite relaxing,” you said.

“I sure was relaxed with you,” Fred said before blushing, ashamed with his unexpected confession. 

You gulped, unsure of what to say or do. You decided it was best to remain silent because Fred probably felt relaxed with all of his friends.

There was nothing left to be said, and Fred really needed to sleep if he wanted to see his father later, so you returned to your first position — facing the ceiling. You never knew, but, without your eyes staring deep into his, he was finally able to fall asleep.

On the other hand, it took you a couple more minutes to travel to the dreamland. Knowing that Fred was closer than ever before made you feel more awake than if you had slept all day. Of course, that was just a false sensation your subconscious tricked you with — soon, you were sleeping too.

“Come on, love birds! Mum wants us to come now!” yelled a voice, pulling the blankets away from you.

“Be more gentle, George,” advised another voice.

“Come on, you two!” shouted the male voice again.

It toom you a couple of seconds to finally open your eyes and take a glimpse of who owned the voices that were disturbing the most peaceful nap you had ever gotten.

Ginny stared at you with a wan smile while George held in one of his hands the cosy blanket that was once over you. But their faces were hiding something, and it was just when George smirked to you that you decided to sit up.

Fred was thinking of doing the exact same thing as you, but he was having more trouble with it since you were practically all over him.

Yeah, that’s right.

The cosiness and warmness didn’t come from the blanket — it came from Fred Weasley.

He was still laying with his belly up, but over his abdomen, you had arranged yourself, in some sort of embrace or hug. So, obviously, you blushed right away — your whole face redder than the Weasleys’ hair.

Fred was blushing too, but since you had hidden your face over your pillow — the exact one you clearly didn’t use to sleep — you weren’t able to see.

“Get out,” he muttered with grinding teeth. George pretended to be angry and walked away, tossing the blanket over the bed with no caution. Ginny took one last glimpse around before whispering for you two to not be late.

Fred sighed before taking the pillow over your head.

“They’re gone,” he said with a sad smile.

“I’m sorry for... well, wherever was that. I probably am a sleepwalker or something; I swear I didn’t place myself over your chest on purpose,” you said, biting your lip and facing him with hope in your eyes — hope that he would believe you were not a maniac.

Fred wished you had done that on purpose because that had been the most comfortable he had ever felt in a bed.

“Don’t worry about it. Sorry about my siblings,” he said, finally getting up. “I’m gonna see my mum and make sure we’re going to St. Mungo’s too.”

“We?” you echoed the word out loud, but he had already left the room, and so, he didn’t hear.

You were planning on going with the Weasleys, sure, but you didn’t know they wanted you there as well. Well, at least Fred did.

You gave Fred a few minutes to get downstairs before you. When you got there, everybody seemed to be waiting just for you.

“Sorry for not waking you up earlier, dear. You both looked so relaxed,” said Mrs Weasley, stepping towards you. She held you by your shoulders. “I prepared both of you sandwiches, so you can eat faster.”

She let your shoulders go and grabbed one sandwich over the table — the second one was already half-eaten by Fred Weasley in the other corner of the kitchen. You were too embarrassed thinking that even Molly saw you hugging Fred in your sleep to say something other than thank you.

“Your trunks are here too,” the woman mentioned, with a small smile. Fred finished his sandwich, so you hurried to finish yours. “Tonks? Mad-Eye?”

With Mrs Weasley calling, both of the mentioned walked in the kitchen and Ginny rushed to Tonks, hugging her tightly.

“Nymphadora?” you asked, almost choking on the last bite. The short pink hair was the essential clue for you to connect the surname to the person. You just didn’t call Tonks Tonks, it was a childish habit, but it was unforgettable.

“Don’t call me...! Hey, it’s you!” exclaimed Tonks, as soon as Ginny freed her and ran to your side, hugging you. “You grew up, Merlin!”

You let out a hearty laugh while struggling to breath. Tonks finally freed you, but still stayed by your side. You knew each other because you were neighbours for a while, and often your mother alone could not take care of you — Nymphadora always offered (for a sickle a day) to babysit.

If it was up for you and Tonks, you’d have stayed the day talking, but Mrs Weasley kindly reminded there was a place you needed to be. 

The trip to St.Mungo’s was, to say the least, embarrassing. Every time Fred would lock eyes with you, your cheeks would turn red, and it felt like everyone knew how you too slept. Together, tightly, legs intertwine... Yeah, you had to fight yourself to not remember those things.

Thankfully, you and Tonks got a minute to talk when the family walked in with Harry to see Arthur Weasley. She told you everything about her job and how she liked to now be a part of the Order. “Sure Dumbledore will ask you to join when you come of age,” she even mentioned with a nudge of shoulders. 

The Weasleys trooped back into the corridor. Tonks glanced at you, but she already knew you weren’t going to come in, so she went in with Mad-Eye and closed the door behind them. Fred raised his eyebrows towards you — he wasn’t seriously expecting you had something to talk with his father, right? — but then George suggested to listen behind the door, and everybody was distracted for a moment.

After that espionage, Harry Potter started acting odd as ever, but definitely not more than you and Fred. Ginny and George would look from Fred to you, and then they would giggle. Somehow, that was making matters worse.

Back at the headquarters, things still weren’t easy.

“Ginny, would you mind sleeping with y/N?” whispered Mrs Weasley in what she hoped was a tone you wouldn’t hear, but you did. You stepped away as quickly as you had stepped in, and turned around, desperately trying not to overhear that conversation.

So Fred asked to not sleep with you again. That was presumable but still unpleasant. 

Ron asked for your help to decorate the house for Christmas, and you accepted gladly, hoping the task would take your mind out of Fred.

Ron was worried about Harry — he seemed to think whatever Harry heard Mad-Eye talk upset him. You agreed and added that Ron should just give Harry some time, without pushing him.

Ginny joined to help, and as soon as Ron went to the back to get a stair, Ginny rushed to your side and elbowed you.

“So, don’t know if you heard, but I told mum I wouldn’t sleep with you,” she said with a smile.

You almost dropped the ornament in your hand.

“Sorry?”

“So you can sleep with Fred again, duh!” she kept the smile on.

“Hm, Ginny, I’m pretty sure your brother doesn’t want that to happen again,” you said, avoiding to look at her happy face. “He asked your mum to change the place I was sleeping in.”

“What? No, y/N! Where did you get that idea? Mum’s the one trying to part you too,” Ginny laughed at your ridiculousness. “She thinks you two are secretly dating and she can’t let ‘Fred make her a grandma so early’.’’

Your eyes widened as you slowly turned to face Ginny, but first making sure no other Weasley was around.

“Her words, not mine,” added Ginny quickly and she burst into laughter staring at your silly face.

“Good Lord. I hope you corrected her about my relationship with Fred,” you sighed, pressing a hand over your heart. “I completely forgot she had gotten a glimpse at us this morning,” you whispered, just to yourself really.

“Why would I correct her? He wants you, you want him. Just a matter of time ’til she’s right” said Ginny and she started running away from you because the face you made was positively scary.

When decorations were up, and Christmas spirit was finally in the house, it was already time for bed again. Fred and George had gotten upstairs before you because you pretended to be really interested in Mrs Weasley’s knitting. The truth was you didn’t want to face Fred again.

You sighed, giving up in your fight. You should face Fred once and for all. Speak the truth, walk away and sleep in the couch downstairs.

But when you got into the room, and you saw his face, you just froze. He was laying on the bed with his belly up and his eyes closed — for a moment, you thought he was sleeping, but then his breathing wouldn’t be completely unregulated.

“Fred?” your voice was too high, and you ended up scaring him. He jumped up, sitting down immediately. “Sorry,” you muttered, sitting down in front of him.

You both breathed hard. Fred seemed to want to say something, but you would never know because you interrupted his half-open mouth with yours.

You kissed him in a rashed and inexperience way, after all, he didn’t expect that. And, honestly, neither did you.

Fred suspected that either you would ignore him forever and pretend that the nap shared in an embrace never happened or that you would hit him and kick him out of the room. Feeling your lips on his was a more fanciful idea than any he has ever had.

It took Fred a little while to get rid of the shock, but when he realized that you were kissing him because you wanted to, he gave in, pulling you by your waist and sitting you over his lap. He smirked in the middle of the kiss, causing you to let a slight giggle out. Your hands went from his cheekbone to his hair, and you played with it with pleasure.

“If I knew the way to your heart was napping with you, I’d have done it sooner,” Fred whispered, breathing hard when your lips were away from his.

You smiled, “you got to my heart way before you slept with me, Fred Weasley.”

He squeezed your waist, pushing you away just enough so he could see your face. You blushed when your eyes met.

“Good to know that,” he smiled too. “ ‘Cause I’ve been thinking all day that you were ignoring me, that you hated me... ”

“I thought you were ignoring me!”

You two giggled at your stupidy.

“Sorry for kissing you out of nowhere,” you sighed, slowly placing your hands on his shoulders.

“You are welcomed to do it anytime you want,” he said, looking down to your lap still over his.

“Like now?” you smirked too. “Because I feel we lost too much time sleeping today...”

“Y/N, I’ve been thinking exactly the same thing,” he susurrated and smirked, pulling you closer to his chest and kissing you harder than before.

And this time was just perfect.

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Bonus:

“So how was last night?” Ginny asked as soon as you steeped in the kitchen the next morning.

You could have stayed in bed curled in Fred forever — you sure wanted to— but you knew that if Mrs Weasley had any more reason to believe you and Fred were together, nights in the same bed would be over.

And so, doing the things you did last night would be way harder to achieve.

“What you mean?” you asked, grabbing a mug of hot cocoa.

“Please,” Ginny rolled her eyes. “See that look in my brother’s face? Last time I saw him that happy was when he got a new broom.”

You turned your face insignificantly to see Fred, who was sitting at the end of the table, eating some sort of bread with Geoge right next to him.

You frowned slightly to Ginny, who rolled her eyes more time.

“Good Merlin, I won’t be able to be two meters near you two, will I?”

You giggled and tried to hide your smile with the mug. Fred heard the sound of your laugh and instantly turned to your direction. His eyes wandered your whole face, and he fixed them in your mouth. He licked his lips before smiling and blink, and then he turned to his twin as if he was paying attention to George all along.

When your heart started beating again, the rest of the Weasleys and Sirius Black had gotten to the kitchen too.

“Where’s Harry?” Ginny asked Ron, but he shrugged. Harry was going through his own problems. “Well, anyway, pay up, will you, Ronniekins.”

“What?” he looked at Ginny, “wait, what?” he looked at you. “Couldn’t have waited one more night, could you?”

Ginny smiled when Ron tossed her a sickle.

“You guys placed a bet over Fred and me?” you whispered to the red-haired girl.

“Sure I did, and I won,” Ginny smiled while you rolled your eyes. “If it makes you feel any better, Fred lost. He said you would never like him back.”

Your eyes went from Ginny to Fred across the table, and for a minute while you looked at him, you forgot his entire family was there, and you sighed like a girl in love. Well, that was what you were anyway.

When you and Fred finally got time alone, you gave him a sickle.

“You should never have bet against us,” you said, placing the coin in his hand.

“Never doing that again,” he promised with a soft smile before pulling you close one more kiss.

[moonflower-31]

I Won't Forget You - Spencer Reid x Reader

Masterlist

Part 28

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: Self-Harm and talk of stalking, talk of breaking and entering, extreme self doubt.

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"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth" - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Sleep was impossible for the two of you for the rest of the night. Spencer didn't even try to sleep, he was busy calling Hotch and the rest of the team. His mind had been racing back and forth, the adrenaline having left traces of itself in his bloodstream. All he cared about was keeping you safe, making sure you were alright. He knew he couldn’t do it alone. He didn’t understand emotions as well as someone like Hotch or Morgan. Derek would be the better agent and better friend in this situation for you to have around. Not him, as much as he wished he could be.

You found yourself laid silently on your borrowed side on Spencer’s mattress. Tears silently fell from your eyes as your mind trailed off. Laid just outside the bedroom door was the man who had tortured you endlessly for years. The man who had harassed you, thinking you were his property. The man who had violated you again and again. And now… he was just gone. It was over and there was no longer a threat to be afraid of. It still seemed surreal to you. He was dead. He was gone. But why did you still feel as if he was going to walk through the bedroom door and take you again? He was dead. But your brain just wouldn’t accept that.

Your hand was clutched on the pillow that very quickly became drenched with your slow tears. You didn't know exactly how much time had passed for you, all you knew was that Spencer had eased you into your position when the sky was still dark, and now there was light shining into the bedroom where you lay.

You watched the wall, almost unblinking. You should feel better. Relieved even. But you don't. You feel no change. You thought Peter's death or incarceration would bring you peace and serenity. But it hadn't.

Why?

After what felt like an eternity of re-reading the titles of books that were shelved along the wall, you slowly began to pull yourself together. You began sitting up, barely able to focus on the task at hand. You took it one step at a time, gripping the edge of the nightstand for support, scooting yourself to the end of the bed. You gently began lifting your body weight to a balance where you stood, taking a quiet moment to readjust.

You felt like you were re-teaching yourself the basics. How to walk, how to stand. You just hoped you didn't have to re-teach yourself how to speak.

Once you were finally standing, you began to make your way to the door of the bedroom. With each step came more and more anxiety that Peter would somehow resurrect himself and lunge at you once the door was opened. Your mind knew that was impossible. The logistics of that happening were ridiculous. Something to laugh at. But it seemed that your heart was taking over your brain for now. With an extra hand on the faucet to trigger tears at a moment's notice.

Your hand reached out and felt the cold, harsh brass of the door handle. You hissed in surprise and pulled your hand back. You held your hand to your chest, trying not to cry on instinct.

You let air rush into your lungs and rush back out again a few times before you attempt to open the door again. You gripped the handle, your heart pounding against its jail cell inside your chest.

As you began turning the knob, the sounds of your surroundings finally began to play. Almost like a record. You heard the shutter of cameras, the flip of a sheet being shook out and laid on the floor, and the loud and bustling sound of chatter. There was too much noise all at once. Paired with the bright light from the living room window, you were blindsided.

You let out a pitiful squeak of surprise and quickly went to rub your eyes. You could feel the instant each and every pair of eyes in the room turned to look at you. You knew you were indecently dressed, but not enough to show anything private. It still felt daunting, having the entire room staring at you in your undergarments while you struggled with the urge to cry.

"(Y/N),"

Instant, although trivial, relief washed over you. You let your hands fall at the soft tone of Spencer’s voice echoing from somewhere to your right. You turned your head and found him exactly where you knew he would be; right beside you.

"Spencer…" you whispered quietly. "W-what-"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N/N). Hotch couldn't keep the coroners from coming this morning. The police already came and questioned me. I told them they shouldn't bother you about this right now." Spencer’s eyebrows shifted upward in a half pitying look. You felt more relieved as Spencer took you into his arms and held you close. You laid your tired head against his chest, listening to the gentle thumping of his heart. He took the loose blanket that had been laid out on the sofa and wrapped it around you in order to maintain your decency.

Spencer held you silently, kissing your head gently. He sighed heavily, looking around at the chaos that surrounded the two of you. At least it would all be over soon, he thought. At least you weren’t in danger anymore. You could finally recover. No fear.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying your hardest to block out all the background noise. It felt nice, to be held like you were his lover, however your body felt cold. Even with the warmth of Spencer’s arms wrapped securely around your frame. You shivered, the image of Peter on the mahogany stained wood with blood pouring out of his head flashing in your mind. His green eyes had laid open, dull and lifeless as they seemed to stare into your soul. Like he could still watch you even in death. Like he could stand up and live again just long enough to grab you.

“Reid, (L/N)”

You slowly open your eyes at the familiarity of the voice. Once you open them, you see the similarly familiar face that belonged to Rossi. You ease your body up, moving away from Spencer’s comforting embrace. He still kept a hand on your waist, something you were thankful for.

“Hey Rossi…” Your voice felt like a dull echo as you spoke. Like you were just repeating something that had already been said. You clutched at the blanket, fidgeting with your hands as your feet grew cold. Rossi’s eyes found you quickly, smiling warmly.

“Hey kiddo. So, Reid, you finally found him.” Rossi turned to Spencer, stealing a few wary glances towards you in case he was upsetting you. You couldn’t help but let your lips curl into a small smile at his consideration.

Spencer nodded, looking back towards you. "He came in last night. I believe he broke in through the door. I think he picked the lock somehow." He replied, squeezing your side for a brief moment. You bit your lip for a second, swallowing the collected pool of saliva in your mouth. Nervous. That’s what you felt. Nervous. Very very nervous. Even when there was nothing to be nervous about. Was this normal?

“He could’ve bought the key off of someone. He did have the money for a bribe.” Rossi suggested. The mere idea of someone adhering to Peter’s sick games and his desires made you sick to your stomach. They reminded you of your parents. Namely your mother. The effect wasn’t much different for Spencer, who could feel his stomach twist into knots at the thought of someone taking money and giving Peter the key to his apartment. If the person was that easily swayed, then what’s to say that they wouldn’t bend to the will of a bribe again?

“He might’ve. But they haven’t found any keys on him. That subtracts that possibility. But gets us no closer to an answer.” Spencer evaluated, earning a nod from Rossi.

“Right, they would’ve found something on him to indicate that he had anything to break in with. But that still raises the question of how he made it in here otherwise-” Rossi began to brainstorm, sighing softly as he tried to find an answer.

“Excuse me, Dr. Reid? Agent Rossi?”

The three of you all looked towards the source of the voice. The head coroner held up an evidence bag with something long and narrow inside it.

"This was found on Mr. Calvin's person. Given the broken lock on your front door, we believe he shoved this flat headed screwdriver into the lock and turned it. We also have found an 8' inch blade and a large amount of rope in his pockets. Seems like you never gave him the chance to use them, Dr. Reid."

You swallow harshly, feeling your stomach drop just from the verbal assertion that he had intended to take you again. That he had brought rope. A knife. And a gun that Spencer had managed to get away from him. All to be able to grab you. To haul you away from Spencer and force you to be his. To marry him and have his disgusting children.

Spencer looked turned towards you, widening his eyes at your paleing face. You begin gagging, racing forward and clutching the trash can they had pulled out to inspect. You clutched the sides tightly, tears welling up into your eyes as you gagged further.

Spencer followed you without a second thought, rubbing your back as you dry-heaved into the previously empty trash can. He gently moved your hair from your face, sighing softly as he encouraged you to finish. He held the blanket in place for you, allowing you to just focus on throwing up.

Rossi looked down at you, unknowing of what to do. He looked towards Spencer, who gave him a reassuring look in return. Rossi nodded in understanding, walking back towards the door. He turned towards the kitchen for a moment, raising an eyebrow.

“Hey kid,” Rossi spoke, not looking away from a singular spot in the kitchen. Spencer looked up from where he was knelt next to you on the wooden floor. His eyebrows furrowed as he was called upon, a brief moment of annoyance passing over his face. Before Spencer could speak up to reply, Rossi raised his hand and pointed towards what he was looking at. “When did you have a camera installed?”

You groaned in discomfort, but still tried to stand up on wobbling legs to see what Rossi was talking about. Spencer caught you in his arms, straightening you as much as you could tolerate. He wrapped his arms around you, wrapping the blanket around you in the process. His hazel eyes traveled upwards to where Rossi was pointing, and almost immediately felt disgusted.

Up in the corner of the kitchen, right under the corner-cabinet, was a small, and easy to attach camera. It was extremely small, almost miniscule. But it was there. Having gone undetected by the two federal agents in the apartment for an undisclosed amount of time. Who knew what was on it and how much.

Suddenly a rush of anger pushed through your veins. You turned behind you, all while clutching the blanket around you with one hand, grabbed an evidence bag from one of the coroners that had been packing up, and ripped the camera from the wood. It didn’t have any cables or wires coming from it, and seemed to have a small battery. Spencer had scrambled to try and stop you, but had been just a second too late. After grabbing the pest, you very quickly sealed the evidence bag and gave it to Rossi. You took a deep breath before walking back into Spencer’s room without another word or utterance.

Rossi and Spencer shared numerous glances as you left the room, mostly looks of concern and confusion. Spencer’s eyebrows seemed cemented together as his concern for you grew. Where was Morgan? Where was Garcia, or Hotch? Even Gabriel? Why couldn’t they be here to talk to you?

“Reid,” Rossi spoke up after a long moment of silence between the two men. Spencer turned his gaze from his bedroom door back towards Rossi. “I’ll talk with Hotch and get the two of you some extra time off. Until then, go make sure she’s stable. I’m not going to even suggest okay, because I’m certain she isn’t.” Rossi informs, speaking slowly but full of care and concern for the two youngest members of the BAU team.

Spencer sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I just don’t understand it, Rossi. I knew his obsession stemmed from his narcissism and his unhinged desire to have everything that he believed that he deserved. But why install a camera? Especially when he knew he was going to break in to kidnap her again?” Reid asked, stopping Rossi from leaving with an outreach of his hand. He looked at the man he saw as a father, seeking his guidance as he scrambled for clarity on this already confusing situation.

Rossi turned his head and looked at Spencer, then down at the camera in his hand. “Because it wasn’t him.”

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Deep breaths. Right? In and out. It all seems so easy. So many people with PhDs suggested that tactic. Then how come it didn’t work?

Panic attacks hated you. And you hated them. They ruined your mental state and your days, seemingly coming from nowhere just when you thought you’d be okay. They made you vulnerable when you didn’t want to be and they made you feel like you were dying. Unworthy of the precious air your heavy lungs craved. And you could always remember every agonizing minute.

You hadn’t done this in a long, long time. You never thought you’d come back to it. It was just something you had done before to distract yourself when you couldn’t drown yourself in schoolwork. Especially during the summers between school years. Once you couldn’t look at another book or do another math problem without physically clocking out, the urges appeared. You couldn’t remember a time you had resisted. A time when you hadn’t given into the temptations of the blade.

Now definitely wasn’t going to differ.

You had curled up in the bathroom and in the glass shower, your salvation pinched between your thumb and your pointer and middle fingers. Why did you think you’d be strong enough? Why did you ever think you could run away and get away with it? Something always had to go wrong. Peter had become obsessed with you because you had decided you were worth more than to be sold like a lamb to the slaughter. Maybe that was your downfall. Not maybe. It was.

You stared down at the blade again, the drops of blood from the nicks it cut into your fingers slowly appearing onto the silver metal. Did you really want to revert back to this? You had been doing so well for so long…

You picked the blade up between your thumb and forefinger, exposing your wrist to yourself. Light, slightly raised lines remained of your previous attempts. You stared at them for a longer minute. This was overwhelming. Peter was dead. Peter had either been watching you, or your mother had been. They were the only two you could think of. You couldn't get away from it. Why did you ever think you could? Even with Peter dead, your mother would simply find someone else for you.

Your vision tunneled and your thoughts thinned out until all you could think of was adding more lines. You'd made up your mind. You brought the blade to your wrist and cut horizontally across. The stinging feeling was immediate, causing a wave of relief to wash over your body. You sighed softly, closing your eyes for a moment. You opened them again a moment later, adding another line. The blood dripped down the side of your non-dominant arm. The sight gave you relief, almost felt freeing.

Tears built up in your eyes as you cut, trying not to sob. You should be getting better. Not falling behind. But you could still see Peter's eyes when you closed yours. His words still echoed in your ears. You weren't worthy of anything. Not of your friends, not your job, not Spencer. Especially not Spencer.

You continued cutting, assigning each one a name, alternating arms as you did; Arthur, Gabriel, Iris, Morgan, Spencer, Garcia, JJ, Hotch, Rossi, and Prentiss.

You'd failed them. All of them. You were supposed to be okay.

"Hey, what's with the lack of a party invite? Thought I was supposed to be notified if something happened to my bestie." Gabriel's voice echoed into the apartment loud enough that you could still hear him. You jumped in surprise, panic entering your bloodstream. He couldn't see this. The last time you'd done this he'd put you on suicide watch and forced you to go with him everywhere.

You thrust the handles of the faucet in the bathroom on and placed your arms under the cold water, hissing at the sudden cold. A loud knock came at the bedroom door, sending you into a frenzy to try and wash the blood off and answer the door with Gabriel being none the wiser.

"Heya Sugar, sorry I didn't get here sooner. Traffic was terrible, not to mention I couldn't get clearance to see you for like, 5 hours-" Gabriel's voice stopped as he stopped his stride in front of the open bathroom door. His eyebrows furrowed in suspicion. He opened his mouth to say something, before shutting it again. He got closer, by this time you had turned to look at him. You sighed and turned the faucet off, holding out your arms to Gabriel.

"...I...I couldn't resist…" you whispered gently. Gabriel's held breath exhaled in a heavy sigh, looking around for a moment. He noticed the blade you had left on the sink counter, picking it up promptly. He pocketed it and lead you to the toilet seat. He stayed silent for a moment, closing the upper lid to allow you to take a seat.

"...Gabriel…?"

"(Y/N)... why?" Gabriel's expression was solemn and pensive, in disbelief. "You…" he sighed, hanging his head. "It's okay. It's alright. We'll get through this."

Gabriel's hands gently hand your arms out towards him, reaching back towards Spencer’s medicine cabinet. He pulled some gauze and peroxide from the cabinet alongside some medical tape. You looked away from him. You'd let him down. Of course he was disappointed in you. How could you be so stupid?

Gabriel looked up at your expression and snapped his fingers, making you jump. "Nuh uh, don't you start thinking like that cupcake. I am not, in any way, upset with you, understand?" You stared back at him unsure, biting your bottom lip. It quivered as you began to tear up again, feeling useless and shameful.

Gabriel sighed again, reaching over and turning your head towards him. His eyes were like whiskey in the sunlight, staring into yours intently. He gripped your hands tightly in his, making you look in his eyes. “(Y/N/N), you’re human. Perfectly normal to make mistakes. Mistakes are human in nature. This is just a setback. You’ll make it through. I’m not upset, okay? I’m not even disappointed. I’m just worried about you. That’s all.” Gabriel insists, his eyes filled with determination. You knew he was trying to make you feel better. But he was serious, and not like himself at all. It just rubbed you the wrong way.

Gabriel tightly wrapped your left wrist in a roll of gauze, making sure not to make it too tight as to cause pain. He bit the inside of his cheek in concentration, holding the end of the gauze in a hold against your wrist with his left hand while he brought the dressing tape to his mouth with his right. He ripped a piece off with his teeth and taped the gauze against itself. You watched him intently, wondering why he wasn’t freaking out on you.

“Sugar, I need your other arm too.”

You blinked in slight surprise, finding you had started to bite at your nails on the opposite hand. Hesitantly, you move your hand from your mouth and offer your wrist to your old friend. Gabriel repeats what he did to the other arm to this one, taping the dressing down against itself.

"I...I'm sorry…" you whispered. Gabriel remained quiet for a moment, standing up once he'd gathered the remnants of the tools he'd used. He looked at you and offered you his empty hand.

"I know." He spoke gently. "Let's get you to bed. I'll send Spencer in here with you when I leave. I'm not leaving you alone." Gabriel reasoned as you took his hand and he lifted you to your feet.

You clutched at the blanket around your shoulders, a chill running through your body. Gabriel put the items in his other hand away where he had found them and wrapped an arm around you. He guided you silently back to Spencer’s bedroom, gently leading you towards the bed in the middle of the room.

You sat down slowly, your mind exhausted from the day's events. If this is what today had to offer, and it was only morning, you didn't want to stay awake to find out the rest. You laid your head against the cotton pillow and let out a sigh. Gabriel sat down at the edge of the bed, looking over at you with worry.

"Maybe you should see a doctor. Doesn't even have to be a shrink. Just… a doctor. See what they think. This… (Y/N)... This isn't healthy." He spoke into the emptiness of the room. His eyes wandered to the bookshelves, swallowing nervously.

You remained silent, a single tear building up in your eye and falling against the white pillow case. Maybe a doctor wouldn't be a bad idea. A medical doctor, that is. As much as you or Spencer had studied Psychology, you weren't very good at analyzing yourselves for indications of any disorders.

Gabriel soon stood up, and quietly left the room, making you feel even more alone than you were. You knew Spencer would be joining you soon. He'd question the bandages. And then he'd have you on house arrest. Or he'd send you to see a therapist without a second thought.

You felt completely helpless and out of control. You had no say on what happened to you. You'd probably lose your probationary agent title and you'd be stuck with some field agent job, if you ever passed a psych eval.

Even in death, Peter still had a deathly grip on your life.

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Papa don’t preach (DYVLONY series)

Pairing: Wavy Kun (NCT Kun) x Reader (number 6. You)

Can be read seperately, but advise to read other parts of DYVLONY series for some characters who appear to make more sense.

Word count: approx 5k

Warnings: some violence, light bondage, smut scene, unprotected sex 18+ people

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Papa, don’t preach

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-So, this is your kink dungeon? – you (number 6) asked, giggling.

-No, - Kun sighed, - this is the wine cellar…

Your laugh filled the room, as funny as it was, with Pastor Kun you never knew, if he was telling the truth or if he was lying. After the first sexual encounter with each other, the desire in both of you were on a thin thread that was about to burst soon. How many nights where you over Pastor’s lap, tears in your eyes, your ass sore from all the spanks that were delivered… and how many nights did Pastor Kun enjoyed your beatings on his broad back and shoulders? Even when his body was covered in red markings, he asked you for more, and every time he did, it only made you clench your thighs together to soothe the need.

-Ahh, Papa, why so boring?

-Papa? – Kun re asked.

-We have a song where I come from, and it’s very popular, - you said, - you want? I sing for you?

-No, thank you, - Kun refused, - I am afraid my ears will bleed…

-Hey!!! – you shouted and smacked his shoulder playfully.

Behind closed doors it was exactly as Kun had said- a wine cellar. Nothing dodgy: just normal cellar, with stacks of bottled wine on racking.

– This is it? Really? I was hoping for a proper spank room.

Kun turned his head to look at you.

-Naughty girl, - he whispered, - everything is meant for spanking with you, isn’t it?

-Well, yes and no, - you explained, - I enjoy spanking, especially from you, but noooo, not everything, it’s more of a fun thing to say.

-Not to me, - Kun retreated. – when you say something about that, you know I will dwell on it all night.

You caught his stare and bit your lip. Walking over to the racking, your hands wandered over the expanses of expensive bottles. Some stickers were missing, so it means, they must be very old, but out of the old ones, there was one, that had not a single dust on it, and it made you curious. Kun’s eyes lingered where you walked. As soon as you went the right direction, Kun was starting to take off his pastor mantle.

-This is odd, - you stated reaching for the bottle.

-Is it now? – Kun was right behind you, as you wanted to turn, his hands blocked your movements, - Pick it up…

He said in a smooth voice. You gently touched the bottle and once you did, it made a cracking noise and you heard something moving.

-Oh my god! – you were shocked, - there really is a kink dungeon!!!

Kun turned you around, there was a panel that had moved from the ceiling, now towards the cellar ground, it looked like a bed post without mattress, on all four sides there were leather cuffs, chains hanging from both ends.

-How do you like it? – Kun asked, voice like honey, you were awestruck.

-Uhm, - you choked on saliva, - I am not too sure.

-I made this for us, - he stepped forward, touching the leather with his hands, only then you noticed he wasn’t wearing his mantle; he was left in trousers and white tank top.

-Who is going to be tied up? – you asked, turning towards him, - me or you?

-It’s up to you, - he simply stated, - come on, I will show you the idea.

You were next to Kun, as he opened the cuffs.

-This is for your arms, - he pulled you until you were sat on the panel, - but first, let me take this of you.

Opening your classic onesie, Kun stripped you down to bra and underwear, didn’t help much that the undies had a hole, leaving your bottom bare to his eyes, as you stood up to take it off.

-I did say I only bought them as a joke, - Kun laughed, - I didn’t think that you would actually wear them…

-Anything to please my pastor, - you simply replied, - I’m being a good girl, aren’t I.

-Aha, - his hand swatted your ass cheeks, grabbing onto them before holding onto your waste lovingly. His lips reached for your shoulder, peppering kisses starting from your shoulder blades, then towards your arm, you tilted your head savoring the feeling of his lips on your body. Turning you around, his lips attacked yours, his tongue asking for entry, which you provided him with. Soon you were attached to the leather cuffs, your legs spread apart.

-How is it?

-Not that comfortable, - you said with a laugh.

-What is it? – Kun asked.

-I feel like I know where this is going, - you said, - I am a very dirty minded person.

-I know you are, but I hope you are wrong, - Kun checked if you were secured to the panel, leaning in and kissing your ankles, and then each knee. – how do you feel about overstimulation?

-Oo, - you bit your lip, - are you treating me?

Kun nodded.

-Yes, - you smiled at him eagerly, - make me cry if you want to.

-If at any point it is too much…

-I’ll shout “papa don’t preach?”

Kun took a moment to realize, that it actually is not a bad idea, he nodded in agreement.  The next thing though, he didn’t warn you about. A slight buzzing sound reached your ears as you looked down where the sound was coming from.

-You have those? – you gasped in shock, at the same time Kun pressed the buzzer closer to your womanhood, and then seemingly changed his mind.

-Yes, we do, - he simply stated while focusing on the task, once he set a nice buzzing on the lowest setting, he put it right onto your nipple, the sensation making you come alive. Left nipple and the right one, till the peaks were both equally excited. – What a good girl, indeed.

Leaving the vibrating toy on one of your nipples, Kun delved his tongue in your wet folds. Your cuffed legs leaving you without a chance of moving anywhere. He was licking and sucking, and kissing your lower lips, his tongue entering your vagina.

-Ah, Kun, - you moaned loudly. Feeling the pressure climbing higher you were ready to let go any minute.

Feeling your walls tighten around his tongue, Kun knew you were getting closer to your orgasm, and just before you could reach the hot ecstasy, he stopped. Your breathing was shallow, short breaths leaving your mouth. You did say “yes”.

-Oh god yes, - you moaned out, - fuck!

Once the swear word left your mouth your womanhood was rewarded with a smack, and then another, as you tried to pry away from Kun’s punishing hands. Choking on your own moans, you didn’t know you could make sounds like this, the whimpers escaping your lips. Once your breathing was back to normal, Kun returned to his task. This time he moved the buzzing wand straight to your folds, separating your labia with its head. Pastor changed the speed setting to a higher one, leaving the toy at your other entrance. The massage of your anus made you clench pathetically about nothing, and Kun’s lips returned to your clitoris, sucking and letting go, keeping up with the rhythm. You knew you must be dripping now, Kun will have a lot to clean when you are done, but you had no time to think too much about it, your body arching from the panel.

-Not too tight? – Kun asked to assure you were alright.

-Ahh, - you moaned, - fucking peachy…

Kun sat up, his palm reaching to pinch your nipples, while the buzzer was snug at your butthole. Reaching for your neck, he held onto it while looking you directly in your eyes. Then with a swift movement he stopped your air flow, just for a few seconds, letting you go after, and repeating it again.

-I don’t like when you swear at me, - he simply smiled at you, you nodded your head, - So, what was that? Not tight? Everything alright?

-Yes, - you said, small tear forming in the corner of your eyes. – Ahh, I need more, Kun…

He took off his shirt, leaning in for a kiss. His wandering hand brushing passed your pelvis, two fingers entering you, his soft lips absorbing your cry. There was barely any resistance, and Kun moved his fingers freely, setting up a speed so good, your legs started shaking.

-Don’t think about coming, - he whispered licking at your now bruised lips, you could only nod.

The pressure was building fast; you were on the brink of reaching the peak, when Kun got up, his fingers leaving your core, grabbing the toy away from you. Your teary eyes were a sight to behold, as Kun licked his fingers from your nectar.

-One more? – he asked, and you nodded.

Kun again reached for you, his lips tracing a pattern from your jaw line, towards your neck, your breasts, smooth flowing kisses on your tummy, on each side of your hip bones, his hot breath now on your pussy. Parting your legs to his liking, his lips got back to business, his tongue delving straight into you. The buzzing returned, as he pressed the want at your swollen bud. More tears escaped your eyes, as your moans got louder. You were feeling the tight coil forming in your belly, knowing it will be the end soon, but as you were to reach the sweet peak, Kun was fast to stop you, stepping away from you completely.

For some reason, this felt like a torture, and you were ready to shout the three safe words you established, tears streamed down your face. Normally you would be alright, but this was far from alright. How Kun managed to do it so fast?

Did you really like him that much?

Would you miss him if you were on Earth?

Was he the only one who had given you the taste of what you truly desire?

Yes.

-Papa, don’t preach, - you whispered quietly.

Kun leaned in to unfasten your cuffs straight away, pulling you in for a back hug against his chest. He soothed your vulnerable body, his touch like feather all over you.

-Shhhh, - he whispered, - it’s fine, as long as you are ok.

Taking off the cuffs from your legs, he let you rest your body on his.

-I’m sorry, - you said, - i… I don’t know what happened…

Kun fastened your onesie around you, taking you with him upstairs, once in the bathroom, he made you sit down in the shower, while he prepared the water that cascaded down your back.

-Careful with the hair, - you said with a small laugh, - don’t want it in my butt crack later.

Kun washed your hair, taking a cloth; he washed down your body with lavender body wash, drying you of in a towel, giving you a few pecks here and there.

Later in your room, (yes, your room, as much as Kun felt the need to have you by his side every night, you were not ready to share that kind of commitment with him, not yet) you replied the events in your head. Why did it feel so weird? What’s the issue you can’t pull yourself together with?

Kun is amazing, you are sure of it, he would have rewarded you with an fire scorching orgasm after that, but why weren’t you ready?

It’s like your own bad thoughts and insecurities coming back to you… why were you single at your age? Why were you running from your life, scattering away with one night stands that didn’t lead anywhere? What if you had never been on that damn space ship? Where would you be now?

You finally realized your escape mechanism. Don’t get too close, they might run away. Run away like many had before, scared of commitment. Where you not turned into one of them? Loners searching for sex, disappearing into early morning, the walk of shame like an everyday routine?

There was a silent knock on the door, and you turned around to see Kun, who walked closer to you.

- Sorry to disturb your sleep, but I forgot to tell you something. There is a wedding tomorrow, - you nodded, as he sat down on your bed. – so, I won’t be home for a bit.

-Ok, - you nodded. – are you preaching?

Kun nodded, moving his arms to tug you in.

-Are you alright? – Kun’s smile reassured you to speak up, as he noticed your eyes wandering everywhere else but him.

-I… - you started, - your previous relationships? How… you know, how where they?

-Well, for a starter, I haven’t met anyone like you before, none of my previous partners knows what I like, if that’s what you are asking. I didn’t really have a relationship, only one before I became a pastor.

-What was that like?

Kun breathed in as if he remembered his past. At first, he looked deep in thought, and then he played with his hands and fingers a bit, before starting.

-She was a prostitute, - you nearly gasped. Kun was fondling with his rings, not looking at you as he continued. – But I was not a pastor at that time. Let’s say like this – my first sexual experience was anything but sexual. I was a bit of a nerd, going to church on Sundays, following books and doing a lot of reading, but as the night fell, I became the sex obsessed beast in the sheets. Her name was Paulina. She kept my bed warm for a bit, and she taught me how to please a woman right, so I am grateful for that. Before she died, I was in studies, last year when I had to choose what to do next, but I hadn’t really made plans. A friend of mine asked me to join his fathers’ company, because, once he finished, he would become the next CEO. Paulina discovered that she was ill, and her days were numbered. So she asked me- when you go to the church, pray for me to go to a good place after I die, please? I didn’t know what to say but “I will”, she died before I told her that I prayed for her every Sunday, and that I heard the god’s will for the first time. I learned that the god only spoke to people who are destined for something great. Father Gabriel told me he trusts that god took Paulina with him to White Haven. Even through hurt and pain, I put my faith into god and followed his plan for me…

Your hand reached for his, squeezing tenderly, Kun leaned down to kiss the top of your palms, kissing your forehead next.

-Sleep tight, baby girl, - he whispered and you nudged him.

-Ew, no, - you laughed again, - where did you get this from?

Kun left you not giving an answer, whistling as he walked out. You closed your eyes and for some reason slept right through the morning. Your own thoughts that troubled you before- gone without a trace.

*

-Dong Sicheng, long time no see? – Pastor Kun greeted his fellow classmate.

-Long time it is, I hear you have an alien living with you, - Kun nodded, Sicheng’s remark was ok, but his voice tone made it feel unsettling in his mind.

-I do, she’s a very kind human, and I am happy to provide her with comfort…

-Amongst other things, I presume?

-On the contrary, - Kun spoke softly, - are you still against humans, WinWin?

The nickname made Sicheng cringe, and he swallowed hard.

-Anyways, I should be heading back, I’ve paid my respects, see you some time later? – not even waiting for an answer Sicheng left, disappearing around the corner.

Kun opened his bible, reading the last lines of the “White walk” evangelism:

“Two souls becoming one are set to be forever entwined. A heart will beat in unison with a heart, till the end of both their days, walking hand in hand in white…”

*

-Who…. Who are you? – Intruder surprised you, as you were to go get a drink. There you saw a figure dressed in all black. He/she had his/her back turned on you.

-Ahh, I hate this, normally, trust me, if I had a choice, I would not be doing this, - when the figure turned around a woman with dark hair was staring at you.  – There is always a different approach, but I cannot waist any more time.

-Who are you? – This time you spoke more strongly, your voice not quivering anymore. Why the fuck did he sound like a dude when it was clear she was a woman? Or was it the other way around?

-Sweetie, there is no need for that, - she said, - where is ye dear old pastor?

Her voice was laced with venom as she was belittling Kun.

-Oh, come on baby, don’t be such a tease, - her hands reached for the knife, your eyes darted around to look for a weapon to defend yourself. – I really hate to do this, you know…

She was walking towards you, your hand reached for the first thing you could grab, and before she could attack you, your hand swung the chopping board right in her face. Out of nowhere Kun ran inside the kitchen, going straight away, blocking Guanhee’s movement with his own body, the knife delving deep in his chest. You screamed in shock, Kun’s body going limp, as he was falling backwards, your bodies sinking towards the floor now.

-Ah, why the bitch face? – Guanhee spoke again. – it’s your fault…

-No, it’s yours, - you said, wiping the tears with your palms, - it’s your fault and you will fix this.

Where did you get the courage? You had no idea. But as you stood up, taking the chopping board once again, you went full on attack mode. Swinging the board wherever you could reach, Guanhee was down on the ground sooner than expected.

-Now, bitch, - you bit back her own words, - call the fucking ambulance before I break your face!

You saw a slight movement from her side, but your reaction was faster as you kneaded the stranger between her legs. To your surprise when she grabbed her crotch you understood that she was a he.

-Call the ambulance!!! – You shouted once more, and she complied. Then turning back to Kun, you reached for him, sitting back down on the floor, putting his head on your lap. – Hold on, please Kun… please.

Your silent whispers didn’t reach his ears, as he was losing consciousness. You heard a slight rustling, but turning around- Guanhee was already gone. Why did she not attack you one more time? Why did she leave empty handed?

The sound of sirens were heard in the background, as more tears escaped your eyes.

-Please, Kun….

*

-He suffered quite a blood loss, but he is stable now, the weapon didn’t reach any of his internal organs, so it’s mainly a slight damage on his breathing system.

The Doctor walked you towards the hospital room where Kun was at. He was a well- known member in society, so the council had provided him with a VIP room. When you approached him, he had his eyes closed.

-I’ll leave you to it then, - Doctor Delilah bid you goodbye as she left.

You sat on the chair next to Kun’s bed, too scared to reach for him just yet.

-I won’t bite, I promise, - Kun whispered unexpectedly making you yelp. The more you looked at him, the more teary your eyes got. It started slow, tear slipped from the corner of your eye, then another followed by another tear. – Shhh, I’m ok…

He reassured you, reaching for your hands.

-You cannot move, - you said, wailing, your cries leaving your mouth, - you have to stay in sleeping position.

-Only if you come closer, - he smiled and soon you were pulled in a warm hug.

-Kun, you cannot… - you whispered.

-I can, I am not fragile, god is watching over us… besides… I need to tell you something.

Your body relaxed in his arms once more. His hands touched your hair, then he cupped your cheeks and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips.

-I received a message, while I was at the wedding. - Kun started, - He has blessed us… you and me, so I am thankful to be with you… if you feel the same, no pressure if you do not. I want you to feel comfortable when around me, and I think I am ready for the next step. Are you?

When you nodded in agreement, his lips reached for yours again.

-That’s my baby, - Kun smiled giving you pecks all over your face. Tracing your tears with his fingertips, Kun wiped the pain, fright and the inner demons away. You had found your safe haven in his arms, and one thing for sure, you don’t ever want to leave. Not this time.

***

-Don’t touch the blindfold, - you chastised, making Kun respond with a huff. You switched roles with him, since he still was on lighter duties, his body still wrapped in bandages. He was positioned on a chair wearing only loose sweatpants, his hair disheveled from the shower he had few minutes ago. – I really miss you.

Your hands traced a pattern on his torso, slightly grazing his abdomen, making Kun bite his lip. You reached in for a kiss, just a small peck really, to leave him hanging.

-Are you ready? – you leaned in whispering in his ear.

-Oh yes, - he whispered back, giving your body the same reaction, sending shivers down your spine, light goose bumps covering your skin. You left him by himself, walking to the kitchen, pouring two glasses of water.

-Hold this for me, - you said, giving him one glass and the other.

-What is this? – he asked, confused.

-Did you think I was going easy on you?

-No, I was hoping for extra, with you it’s never vanilla, - Kun giggled, - also, if I wasn’t mistaken, you wore lace… so not vanilla at all.

When he had a good grip on both glasses of water, you grabbed his dick through his sweats. He gasped, some water spilling from both glasses.

-No, no, no, - you whispered, - when you spill water, I give you a punishment…

Your hands travelled up his torso again, reaching for his head, you sharply tugged on his hair, his head falling back, a moan slipping past his lips. You kissed him harshly this time, nipping at his lips, licking at his jaw, kissing your way down his body. Your lips had reached his left nipple, his right one was still covered with bandage. Tugging on it with your teeth, you heard Kun whisper something quietly. He held onto the glasses much stronger than before. Teasing was always fun and two can always play this game.

Sitting on his lap you took a test grind onto his crotch. Your lace covered panties did nothing to hide your wet arousal sipping through. Your lips drank from Kun’s again, your hand in his hair, the harder you ground onto him, the harder you pulled at his roots. You kissed at his mouth, the corner of his lips, dipping your finger in one of the glasses, tracing a wet patch all over his body. Tugging at his trousers, Kun stood up, so you could take them off.

His penis stood proud, waiting for what’s next. Your wet fingers touched the base, a slight touch on the head, and then a sharp tug, your fist around the shaft. Kun gasped the air- your hand moved up and down a bit, your thumb touching the head, massaging the small bead of pre-cum formed at the top.

-Remember not to spill the water, - you reminded him.

Getting down on your knees, you took his length in your mouth, welcoming his dick in your wet cavern. Sucking lightly on its head, you let him deeper in your mouth, letting his dick hit the back of your throat at its own accord. Setting in a nice rhythm, Kun moaned every time you sucked him deeper, his moans like a delight to your ears.

-Ahh, I’m so close, - he moaned out.

Feeling him tighten his muscles a bit, you noticed his abs flexing, as soon as he was about to come, you stopped completely. Breathing in slowly, Kun got his breathing back to normal.

-Let’s go, - he said, ready to resume what you were doing. – Tease me more, baby…

The nickname made you giggle again, what exactly was he playing at using it?

You enveloped his cock again, licking the underside of his shaft, sucking only on the tip, the taste of him bitter on your tongue. Shifting on your knees, you fisted his length, sucking on his ball-sack, Kuns’ sharp breathing returned, he was getting worked up very quickly, and as soon as you noticed him shifting around a bit more, you knew how close he was and when exactly to stop.

You stood up, kissing Kun’s lips again. Taking one glass, you took a sip from it, and put it back in Kun’s hand. Leaning in you tapped on his lips, and Kun opened them. Letting the water slip from your lips into his mouth, he swallowed greedily.

-More? – you teased and he nodded.

You reached for the other glass and did the same, more water spilling on Kun’s jaw than his mouth.

-Don’t spill the water… - you whispered one last time, positioning yourself on his lap, his cock at your entrance. Moving your underwear aside, your wet cunt finally touched his hard on. Moving yourself lower and with the help of your hand, Kun’s dick slowly pushed inside of your tight walls, convulsing around him straight away.

-Sssooo tight…. – Kun choked on a moan.

-Mhmh, - you whispered, it felt like teasing Kun had affected you more than you’d like to admit. Feeling yourself lose so fast while riding him, pain in your joints already, you were ready to give up.

-Fuck this, - Kun said sharply, dropping both glasses on the floor, water spilling everywhere, his hands onto your waist, not wasting any time fucking into you, meeting you halfway. Taking off the blindfold, he leaned in for a kiss first, then attacked your breasts through the lace bra, biting and sucking through the material. – not comfortable…

He stated, picking you up, your legs around his hips, as he walked you to the closest flat surface. Kitchen table will do. Sitting you down to it, his pelvic movements returned, his hands groping on every fleshy bit of your body, lips sucking bruises on your neck, while your hands returned to his hair again.

When your vaginal walls were tightening on his length, Kun pulled out leaving you empty and breathless.

-Shit! – the swear word left you lips, Kun disapproved.

-What was that? – he leaned closer to you, - I quite couldn’t catch that… care to repeat?

You nodded a “no”, but got rewarded with a smack on both of your breasts.

-Come on, - he pulled you up to stand, as he flipped you over, pressing your upper body down to the cold surface, sliding his counterpart straight back into you, both of you moaning in unison.

His hand reached for your front, finding your clitoris in no time, giving you that one last push, making you come instantly, his pelvic thrusts not stopping, till he was spilling his essence inside of you.

-One more for me, baby, - he teased again, rubbing on your sensitive nub, this time making  you scream out incoherent words as you reached the sweet peak again. Pulling out, a whine left your lips and Kun gathered you in his arms, helping you stand, reaching for some water to quench your thirst. He helped you both shower, dressing you only in a shirt. – Would you like to sleep with me?

-Kun, we just did…

-I mean like, in my bedroom… make it our bedroom?

You nodded. Both of you were under the covers straight away.

-You are a strong woman, - he said, kissing your temple, spooning your body.

-Why do you call me baby? – you asked, interested.

-Don’t you like it?

-Uhm, not really, - you responded.

-Agh, - he played, - you are hurting my feelings!

Turning back to face him, you stared at his profile for a bit, before closing your eyes.

-So, it’s official? – You asked. – Who am I to you?

-My girlfriend, my beloved, my future wife, - Kun stated leaning in to capture your lips again.

-Future wife? – you thought for a moment before responding, - I’d like that.

-You’d like that? – Kun smiled.

-I would…

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From above the stars - Chapter 7

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | ... 

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Sorry for the long wait! I’m not forgetting about this story!! I love it and I’m stopping overthinking it so it can progress at last. I hope you enjoy 💙

Chapter summary:

Gabriel offers Marinette something unexpected she can't refuse. At the same time, Luka stops coming to the cemetery, and she can't help but worry: he had promised her he wouldn't disappear...

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CHAPTER 7 - Lost

Marinette was staring at Luka's only message on her phone, dated from the previous morning (the one he sent to confirm his contact), when she received a SMS: Gabriel Agreste.

She felt uneasy from being summoned again by her late ex-boyfriend's cold father, but despite hating the idea of meeting him, she got ready to pay him a visit. Gabriel Agreste received her coldly as always, but this time, instead of mourning his son, he had an offer she didn’t expect.

"Marinette. I want to reassume the fashion business. I need someone talented to take care of the designs of Agreste’s future collections and I’m confident you could fill in for that job position. I've seen your sketchbooks and Adrien was right: you're very talented."

Marinette didn't know what to say. It's true Adrien had mentioned showing her designs to his father, but he always ended up apologizing because, in the end, Gabriel would never listen to him. Marinette didn't have much time to think as his suggestion progressed.

"Bring me a few new designs the day after tomorrow and we can discuss this matter further. Take it as a test to see if you’re fit for that job position" He asked.

"The- the day after tomorrow…? I- haven't drawn much lately, I'm not sure I can-"

"I'm sure you won't disappoint me. I would really appreciate it if you joined the Agreste empire. You're the only one I can trust"

Marinette felt sick. Not only because of the autoritharism he launched towards her, but also by the word 'trust'. Was it fair he ‘trusted’ her when she was already moving on from the love she used to have for Adrien- his son? Wasn't she betraying both father and son if she accepted Gabriel Agreste's offer? What options did she have, though? She couldn't refuse- she had had her part to blame for the accident and had to take responsibility for her actions. For Adrien...

"Thank you, Mister Agreste. I- I'll try…" she answered unsecure.

"Good. You can go now. You have some designs to work with. See you the day after tomorrow, here, at the same time"

Marinette nodded at Gabriel's cold back in front of her before passing through the main gates of the mansion to the street. She would have been happy to receive a chance like this when she dated Adrien, but now…? She wasn't sure if she wanted it anymore. She knew she needed a job other than helping at her parents' bakery, but how was she supposed to design anything after months without properly working on her fashion designs? Moreover, working with Gabriel made her uneasy. She could already feel the pressure on her shoulders from a task she shouldn't have trouble to accomplish under normal circumstances. These weren't normal circumstances. She didn't belong to the Agreste family anymore, yet she couldn't find the courage to tell Mister Agreste- or worse: to disappoint him. He needed her and she didn't want to fail his expectations- especially when she felt she was partly at fault for his son's passing.

Snapping from her never-ending thoughts about her new job offer, Marinette checked Luka's message on her phone again. ‘Thank you for today’. No matter how many times she read it, it never failed to help her find some calm. Unknowingly, she would always embrace her phone and smile at it. 'I want to see you' Marinette thought on her way to the cemetery, after buying some flowers.

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Marinette knew she was supposed to work on her designs instead of waiting for Luka, but she couldn't stop herself. She waited, patiently, for hours, even for longer than the time he usually left… but nothing: he didn't come.

It wasn't like him to miss his visit to his sisters. Plus, he had promised her he wouldn’t disappear as long as anything unexpected happened. Marinette became anxious. 'Did anything happen to him? Did he catch a cold during the chill night? Did he become wary of her for depending and relying so much on him? Was his promise out of pity?' She couldn't know the answer.

Lonely and distracted, she went to Trocadero, where she usually hung around- either to babysit Manon, to draw and design or on her dates with Adrien- a place full of memories and her favorite corner in Paris. She expected to find the inspiration that used to overflow whenever she held a pencil in her favorite drawing spot.

She sat at the stairs and looked at her surroundings: the majestic Eiffel tower in front of her, the merry-go-round at her right, with cheerful children playing on it, the candy and ice-cream stalls at the left side. A pair of skaters racing, couples, families and groups of friends were also what Marinette's eyes usually enjoyed observing. She tried to look for inspiration on the landscape, but nothing. Her eyes may have been looking at Trocadero, but her head was somewhere else: Luka. She couldn't help but worry something bad may have happened to him.

Inspiration didn't hit as she called it a day. Still concerned, she read Luka's message again before going to sleep.

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The next day the story repeated: her last message was still not marked as read, and Luka didn't appear at the cemetery. Two days in a row without him was starting to be too hard for her heart. She spent the afternoon at Trocadero again, and when she didn't expect it, as a way to cover her impatience and negativity, her solitude, her fears and her desire to meet him became her sole inspiration.

The morning after, Marinette woke up early to go to Agreste's mansion. Gabriel welcomed her with a hug, and soon he asked for her sketchbook. The old man's strict eyes observed: every detail, every color, every choice of fabrics… Marinette could feel his judging eyes on her through her pencil-drawn sketches.

"Marinette" Gabriel called after closing the sketchbook, and turning to face her with piercing eyes. "What's the meaning of this?"

"I- My new designs…" she answered, scared of his glacial look on her.

"This… this is absolutely worthless" he coldly stated, startling Marinette. "I can understand the negative and longing feelings, but this?” he signaled. “This is not Agreste's style. Can you imagine Adrien wearing any of those? What were you thinking? I'm so disappointed…" he sighed.

Marinette gulped and her body was trembling, afraid of the cold man in front of her. She should have imagined her drawings would turn out to be not of Gabriel's likings. It was obvious they didn't fit with Agreste's style, with elegance and high-class as its trademark. She had been inspired by Luka, and the rock style of her newest drawings screamed his name everywhere. But it was the only thing she could come up with in her state, no matter how hard she tried.

"I'm so sorry… Let me re-do them, please" she begged, seeing the chance she had always dreamed about vanish before her eyes at that instant.

"You have one more day. I have great expectations put on you, Marinette. Show me your true potential- the designs my son was fond of"

"Yes sir. Thank you" she bowed her head, quickly excusing herself to walk through the main gates. She was trembling like a little mouse in front of its predator. She needed to throw out those disgusting feelings of inferiority and devaluing. She needed to recover her steady breath and calm. She needed Luka's presence close to keep her feet on the ground. She needed him to keep her sanity.

But, once again, he didn't come to the cemetery. Another day without him around. Another day with growing anxiety and worry. Another day of painful loneliness… but new designs still needed to be done...

Back at Trocadero, she decided to try to keep her head occupied with her drawings. She tried remembering her dates with Adrien- or what she used to base her designs on before.

She remembered walking hand in hand with him, sharing André's ice-cream, sharing one spoon, and being scolded by a baby's mother when she tried to give her baby a candy from the candy stall. She also remembered bumping with the flyer man- Mr Banana- when she had been rushed by Adrien, all his papers flying and scattered on the ground. She still felt a little bad for not helping him recover his flyers (especially when Adrien stepped on some of them). She also remembered riding the merry-go-round with her ‘Prince’ and she, his ‘Princess’. She remembered picnics with their best friends, too. Even the selfish, prideful and arrogant Chloe, Adrien's childhood friend, had finally accepted her as Adrien's girlfriend in front of the Eiffel tower. She wondered where her past friends were now.

The memories she had now were bittersweet- happy but also sad. How much truth and how much fantasy was in her memories? Adrien's perfection had been an illusion of hers. And their mutual friends 'friendship' appeared to be so too, when they hadn't called her in months. At least Chloe still greeted her when they met in the street, and she still brought Adrien flowers once a week. 'What was Gabriel looking for in her designs?' she had asked herself. Her answer was clear- 'the illusion of a perfect life'.

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Gabriel's eyes studied her newest designs the day after. Elegance, class, innovation- Gabriel's lips displayed a faint proud smile under his serious facade and Marinette could finally breathe.

"Marinette. You really are talented. You outdid yourself here" he said, closing her sketchbook to look at her. "I'm going to ask Nathalie to make your designs part of the new collection. With only a few arrangements they'll be perfect. Good job"

"Thank you, Sir", she bowed.

"As promised, I want you to be the new designer of the company. Take it as training. I expect you to become the pillar of this company in a few years". His chin raised to look at her from an upper position. Marinette’s eyes couldn’t possibly open more as she gasped.

"Wha-! With all my respect, I- I don't think I deserve that, Sir" her head sank between her shoulders.

"Nonsense. You're the only one who cared about my son. You're all I have left from him now, my daughter-in-law. You're the only one I can trust" he reassured her with a hand on her shoulders, under his melancholic facial expression. "I count on you"

"Yes, Sir" her mouth automatically responded. Gabriel hugged her in a grateful manner, before stating the work conditions: a full sketchbook of new designs per week. No fixed schedule, just a deadline every Friday. Marinette agreed with the conditions, still doubting her capabilities.

When she stepped out of the mansion, she wanted to scream, to cry, to jump… but most of all she wanted to meet Luka. Three days without him and she already felt like she was losing her mind. She hoped to finally meet him and hug him and tell him how much she had missed him- but nothing: no new flowers on his sisters tombstones apart from hers.

Disappointed and worried, she moved to Trocadero again. Her message to Luka was still unanswered and marked as unread. She contemplated the idea of calling him, but she supposed she would be a nuisance if he was at work- or maybe he was unreachable when he had yet to read her message. She had no claim on him, anyway. There was nothing else she could do. Before she could notice, tears were falling from her eyes.

She must have been showing a very depressing aura, because soon, André Glacier approached to offer her an ice-cream. The candy stall lady offered her a strawberry flavored lollipop and even Mr Banana offered her a paper crafted flower made out of his flyers.

For the first time, Marinette realized she was also part of the landscape she loved the most in Paris, and she was moved by their welcoming affection. The merry-go-round old man also offered her a blanket to rest on the grass. She was exhausted from the swirl of emotions she had been going on these past days and she soon fell asleep. She could have sworn she could hear Luka's guitar nearby- the song he always played- but her eyelids were too heavy to open. 'Luka…' she cried, and she entered dreamland with the feeling of someone's hand softly caressing her hair. Through her almost closed eyes, she could almost swear she saw nails painted in black, but she convinced herself she must have just dreamed it.

That night, she armed herself with courage and sent Luka another message. 'Let's meet tomorrow. I'll wait for you'.

Before going to sleep, she wished to the stars to meet him again… but they must have been angry at her because no one expected a strong windstorm for the next day. Marinette's parents forbade her to go outside in that weather, but she escaped through the back door and fought the winds to go to the cemetery.

'Why am I even here?' she thought, looking at the still unread message. 'There's no way he comes in this weather… I’m such a fool...' Marinette sighed. She could see some tree branches falling down; and cardboards, metallic plates and other pieces of various materials being carried by the windstorm. She sought refuge behind the Couffaine's family mausoleum, wishing for their forgiveness as the clock hit Luka's usual curfew.

He didn't come. Again.

Defeated, she reached for her phone: no new messages. 'What was the point of being there when he was obviously not going to come?' She felt stupid. And maybe she was. She probably was. Stupidly in love, she realized. Was she even allowed to love someone she had hurt so much? Did she even deserve his attention? Or his help? Will he ever come back to her? Was he even real?

She was losing her mind.

The strong howling winds were covering her loud painful shriek. Her hoarse throat felt ready to tear anytime as her crying amplified. When was the last time she cried like that? Right. After her first visit to Adrien's grave- months ago, when she first met with Luka.

"Luka… I miss you… I want to see you… please… I need to know you haven't left me behind too… please… don't leave me alone… Please… I need to know you're safe… I need you..." she cried in exhaustion, her body curled, sinking her head between her knees. With one last check on her phone, she lost all her hope: no new messages, despite the message marked now as read.

He willingly ignored her, she supposed, devastated. He didn't want to meet with her, didn't he? She was abusing his kindness when his suffering was worse than hers. And his sisters… Of course he would secretly hate her… Maybe living had no point anymore, she thought, utterly defeated by the depression she had been fighting since she woke up in that hospital room. Maybe it was her destiny, or a curse. Once again, she was surrounded by her inner darkness.

‘Maybe it’s time to give up…'

"Marinette!" She could hear someone calling. Probably her imagination, she assumed. "Marinette!" The same voice repeated- Luka's voice. She thought she was at the border of losing her sanity when he called again "Marinette!", but this time he appeared in front of her, sweating, with his hair messy from the wind.

If it weren't for how he ran to hug her immediately, she would have convinced herself he was a product of her imagination. But the touch was real. He was real. And he was there with her. "Luka…!" She cried, clinging to his clothes.

"What are you doing here in this windstorm? Haven't you seen the news? It's dangerous! You could have injured yourself" he scolded her, panicking and worrying. "What would I do if anything happened to you…?" he whispered, so low she wouldn't have heard him if his mouth weren't almost touching her ear.

"Luka... Luka! I was- so scared! And worried! I- I've missed you so much!" She screamed between whimpers, as her arms grip tightened around him.

"I'm here Marinette, it's ok. Sorry for being late" he apologized, hugging her tightly. "I'm so sorry"

"Luka, I-" before she could continue, two voices joined the wind sounds.

"Marinette?" "Marinette!"

"My parents," she gasped, recognizing their voices.

With his usual gentleness, Luka offered her his hand and helped her stand up, but she refused to let go of him.

"Go with them. They must be worried" Luka said in his usual calmed voice.

"But-"

"I'll be here as usual as soon as the weather allows me to. Rest assured". His hands on her shoulders were more reassuring than the unreadable look on his face, but he sounded sincere to Marinette and she decided to trust him.

"But- what happened? Why didn't you answer my messages? She cried. "You promised you wouldn’t willingly disappear and yet… I was so worried something bad could have happened to you..."

"I'm sorry, Marinette… Something happened, it’s true, but-” he looked away and took a deep breath before looking at the directions Marinette’s parents' voices came from. “I'll tell you next time. You better go now. Your parents sound very worried"

"Will you really come again?" Marinette asked, squeezing his hand, scared of him disappearing again.

"I promise. I won’t fail you again” He nodded. “Now go."

Marinette was hesitant, but she finally let go of his hand and started walking towards her parents' voices, encouraged by Luka's hurt smile and his slight push on her back.

"Mom! Dad!" She cried, running to hug them.

"Marinette! We were so worried! Why did you escape? It's dangerous! What if anything happened to you, all alone here…" her mother hugged her.

"No, mom. I wasn't alone… I was with-" she turned to signal Luka, but he was nowhere to be found. 'Did she imagine it?' she frowned her eyebrows in disappointment.

"Let's go home" her father said, with his arm behind her back.

Sad and confused, Marinette looked back once again, wondering if her meeting with Luka had just been a product of her imagination. But when she looked back again, he was indeed there, watching them from afar.

In relief, Marinette waved back at him, but he walked away- not before Marinette's mother caught a glimpse of him.

"See, mom? Luka was with me!" She signaled, noticing how she had seen him too. Sabine’s reaction was not what Marinette expected. She had a look Marinette’ had never seen before on her mother’s face: a mix of anger, sadness and fear. Her words only amplified the bad vibrations she was giving off.

"Marinette. You should stay away from that man" she coldly warned her daughter.

Marinette was confused. "Why?"

"Just stay away from him, please"

Why? Why did she have to stay away from Luka? Why would her mother dislike him? Did she know him? Why did it feel like everyone was keeping secrets from her?

Marinette didn't plan to listen to her mother. No matter how massive was the concern and fear her face reflected.

[genevievemd]

The Exception.

A/N: Was this what I should have been writing? No. Did I do it anyway? Yes. Because I have no self control and restarted the books again. Someone take VIP away from me.

Set after chapter 5 of book 2. Ethan finds out that MC (Genevieve) kissed Bryce at the music festival and is heartbroken at the thought that she’s moving on. (Even though she’s not. Bryce is not Ethan and Gen only wants Ethan, despite her best efforts to move on, but he doesn’t know that yet)

Just some angsty longing because that’s all that the beginning of book 2 is and I love exploring Ethan’s side of it since we only get MC’s. 

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Genevieve McClure)

No Warnings, just painful yearning.

Ethan sees her as soon as he rounds the corner. She’s standing at the nurses station, talking animatedly with Dr. Trinh, her green eyes sparkling as she hides a laugh behind her hand. He stops dead in his tracks, and he can feel his anger after the board meeting dissipating at the sight of her - despite her being the cause of that anger.  

She’s wearing the red dress today, the one that brings out the color in her cheeks. It’s one of his favorites, though he’d never dare admit it out loud. He shouldn’t even be having a favorite dress or any thoughts like that about Genevieve in the first place. Not while she’s on his team, and certainly not while he’s her boss. 

But even knowing he shouldn’t, hasn’t stopped his mind from drifting to Gen every spare second of the day. It’s like he’s haunted by her, by the memories of her. Every moment together in the last year plagues his heart and mind. The vision of her in blue in Miami, the way she’d kissed him at the opera house, her hand in his as they watched Naveen leave the hospital. Her in his kitchen, in his bed. Her brief but relieved smile when he went to her ethics hearing, the way she sighed his name in the quiet of her bedroom. 

Every single moment between them plays on repeat, making it harder and harder to stay away. It’s as if deep down he already knows he belongs to her. That every part of him is already branded with her name.

She is all consuming and dangerous and thrilling. 

But, he cares too deeply to jeopardize her development as a doctor by giving in to his desires. No matter how badly he wishes to waltz down the hall and kiss her until they are both out of breath. 

He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about kissing her since the other night. When they sat on the couch in the diagnostics office, close enough where the smell of her perfume took over his senses, and he could see the small freckles on her cheeks. 

It was the closest he’d been to her in weeks, and he can still feel the tremor in his fingers, fighting to keep from touching her. Can still picture the way she looked at him when she so easily brought up the question of marriage, the tilt of her head as she spoke. 

It’s love, Ethan. It doesn’t have to make sense.

That four-letter word has been keeping him up all hours of the night, struggling with the notion that perhaps he was, in fact, in love with Genevieve. That his deep care for her far surpassed the true definition of the word care. 

You don’t long and ache and need someone this adamantly if you only care for them.

Ethan’s so lost in thought that he doesn’t realize Genevieve’s walking towards him until she’s practically in front of him. He quickly looks down at the chart in his hand, trying his best to not look like he was just staring at her like a damned love stricken teen. 

But she doesn’t even notice him, too lost in conversation to realize he’s there. He flicks his eyes up at her and Sienna as they pass in front of him, trying his best to catch a word of their whispered conversation. 

“I still can’t believe you kissed Bryce at the festival.” 

Ethan looks up fully at Sienna’s words, as they cut through him like a knife. Twisting into his heart slowly and excruciatingly. 

He doesn’t hear Genevieve’s reply over the thundering in his ears, his eyes following her down the hall as the air leaves his lungs. 

She was doing exactly what he had feared for weeks. 

Moving on. 

Though it was he who told her that they can’t be together, his decision to reset their relationship, it didn’t stop his heart from breaking right there in the hospital corridor. Logically, Ethan knew it was bound to happen. A woman like Genevieve won’t wait around forever, nor would he want her to. But thinking and knowing she was leaving what was blossoming between them in the past were two completely different things. 

He takes a deep breath before quickly walking back to the diagnostics office. The burning ache in his chest worsening as he imagines losing Genevieve completely. 

She wouldn’t have to hide a relationship with the surgical resident. He’d have to see it, every day. Watch her be happy with someone else, see her smile for someone else, kiss someone else, every damn day. 

All because of him, his rules and the line they couldn’t and shouldn’t cross. 

He swings open the glass door, briskly walking over to his desk and bracing himself against it, head dropping as he closes his eyes. The sheer thought of her falling in love with a man that wasn’t him making his stomach drop and his heart flip. 

The bone deep regret of letting her go washes over him, as he forces the images of Genevieve in the arms of another out of his head.

Ethan takes a deep breath, fighting against the overwhelming urge to run to her. Find wherever she is in the hospital and take her into his arms, profess his - 

He shakes his head, forcing that godforsaken word out of his thoughts. He can’t be in love with her, she’s unobtainable and there’s nothing he can do to change it. 

There’s a knock on the door and Ethan looks up to see the very thing that’s ripping him apart. She’s eying him cautiously like she’s afraid to fully entire the office. Like she’s afraid he’s still angry with her. 

And he is, she went against his wishes and now the team will have to solicit high paying patients but right now the anger no longer seems to matter. Not when she’s all but slipping through his fingers.

Genevieve bites her lip briefly before speaking, a nervous tick of hers that’s entirely too distracting on a normal day, let alone in the very moment he’s trying to keep himself from running to her. 

“Are you okay? You look upset.” Her voice is warm, her eyes full of concern and it twists the knife in deeper.

He could tell her the truth, he should tell her the truth. They’re alone in the office, the hallway is empty - it's the perfect moment to grab her, kiss her and promise to never let her go again. Ethan open’s his mouth to speak but the words die on his tongue. 

He can’t do this, he won’t do this. 

The stakes are too high, the consequences too damning. Logic has to win over the longing in his heart. No matter how much it will break him. 

“Ethan?” She tilts her head, taking a few steps until she’s fully in the office. 

He clears his throat, the air suddenly too thick to breathe, “I’m fine.” He stands up straight and fixing his coat, trying his best to hide the pain that's overtaking him. “Are you done for the night?” 

“Yeah, I just wanted to check in with you before I left.” 

“I have nothing left for you today, so you’re good to go.” 

“Okay.” She gives him an overly cautious smile and it feels like the chasm he’s created between them grows deeper. 

Genevieve turns for the door, but hesitates after a few steps. Her back is facing him, but he can still see her twist her fingers and there’s no doubt in his mind, that if she were to turn around, he would see her brows furrowed and her lips pursed in thought. 

He watches her take a deep breath, and he braces himself for whatever it is that’s about to leave her lips. Perhaps she had noticed him practically lurking in the hall, knows that he overheard her conversation with Sienna and is about to plunge the knife back in. But she says nothing, quickly gathering herself and walking out of the office without a backwards glance. 

Ethan runs a hand down his face as he falls back into the chair, eyeing the spot where she just stood. The intense need to follow her taking over every nerve in his body. He isn’t sure how much longer he can keep himself from her, keep up the fight and pretend like Genevieve isn’t everything he’s ever wanted, everything he needs. Not if he’ll be forced to watch her with Lahela day in and day out. 

The thought alone is enough to send him to his knees and make him want to throw out every rule he’s ever set for himself, consequences be damned. She’s already been the exception to them all since the day they met, so effortlessly and breathtakingly shattering every single one with a smile on her face. 

He’d do anything to see that smile. Hell, he let her use that damn picture of him on the beach for his pictagram because he knew it’d gift him a laugh, let her write Gen is the best as his first post without protest just to see her beaming with joy. 

She’s the exception, one Ethan isn’t sure he’s ready to give up.

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a/n: Title taken from one of my all time favorite movies, which happens to star Lily James (who is Gen’s FC) so the title was an ode to that. Also because Gen is the exception to all of Ethan’s rules. I hope you enjoyed this baby bit of angst filed longing. I promise to post fluff next. - Sara (I’m gonna go watch The Exception now, i love it so much. I don’t even care that it’s 2 am)

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It’s You Ch 2 | Chris Evans 🖤

Summary : moving to a new place, not knowing a single person, wasn’t what you had in mind. But wanting a fresh start was the main goal. Little did you know, you were now living next door to none other than Chris Evans.

A/N : I am glad you all enjoyed the first part! It really means the world to me! I don’t know where Chris lives or if he even has nearby neighbors but it’s called fan fiction for a reason. Lol. Please don’t be afraid to leave feedback! Good or bad!

Also, sorry if there are errors. I’m writing on my phone and I’m too lazy to proof read my stuff 😩 I do this to myself. Anyways, ENJOY!

Part One

It’s been months since you moved into your new house, and thingns we’re finally coming together, just the way you wanted it.

Moving to Boston was something you were nervous but also excited for. You were tired of your hometown, tired of seeing the same faces and being reminded of past loves who only ended up hurting you.

So you wanted to start a new chapter in your life. Find passion in yourself again and just be happy with being alone. Something you haven’t felt in such a long time.

But then Chris came along.

As hard as you tried to focus on your life, you couldn’t help but constantly think about him. Think about the way he licks his finger after playing with the rim of his cup when he comes over for coffee on your days off. Or about the way he sings off key to Disney songs when you both get drunk and have a marathon at his place.

Your feelings were growing deeper and deeper and it was beginning to scare you. But of course, your mind would start to work overtime, and you would begin to overthink everything. Wondering why he would waste his time with someone like you when he could literally have any one else. Maybe because you were there? Living next door, made it convenient for him?

Whatever it was, you tried to enjoy it either way. Before it was over.

Chris liked spending his time with you.

Sure, he thought you were attractive but actually getting to know you, made you even more attractive.

Being with you wasn’t hard. It wasn’t scripted or felt forced.

It was as if he had known you all his life.

Then out of nowhere, one day when he was over, spending a casual Saturday at your house, he finally realized this was more than just platonic....

“Okay, so it’s my turn to cook for you!” You exclaimed, walking over to your kitchen.

Chris followed in pursuit, watching you with a soft smile on his lips.

“I don’t think I want to die tonight.” He teased.

You stopped in your steps and turned to face him, with your eyes so big, trying hard not to laugh.

“Excuse me, I’m one hell of a chef. Thank you very much.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He walked over to the sink, to wash his hands. “I’ll help—“

“Nope! I got this.”

You scrunched you’re nose at him before turning your back to him once again. That little banter was one of the things Chris loved.

Even though, it had been months of hanging out with Chris, it was still so surreal to be around him. Around the guy you had loved watching on movies, and hoped to one day meet.

Your life was a literal fan fiction, but you didn’t seem to mind.

Even though it all felt too good to be true, you wanted to bask in every moment of it.

You looked over the recipe and grabbed what you needed, except for the salt.

Chris thought it would be funny to put it on the top shelf in the cupboard every time he came over, so you had to climb up on the counter to get it.

Letting out a sigh, you looked at him and all he could do was smirk.

“I’m tired of this shit, Chris.” You chuckled. “Come over here and get the damn salt.”

His soft laugh, the one that was barely loud enough but still able to reach your ears, always made you swoon.

“Wait, are you asking me for help? Is this really happening?”

“Chris, you know damn well that if the salt was in the right place, I wouldn’t have to ask.” You muttered, pulling your hair up into a messy bun. “Now please, walk your giant ass over here and put it where it belongs.”

Chris had a rag in his hands to dry off the water from washing his hands. He tossed it over to the other side of the kitchen, before walking over to you.

Once he was by your side, he caught your attention. “You said you got it—“ he muttered as he placed his hands on either sides of your hips, forcing your breath to hitch to the back of your throat. “So get it yourself.” He whispered.

Before you knew it, your feet were off the ground, and You were now able to reach the salt. With Chris holding you up, you knew at this very moment, you were screwed.

The way his fingers curved around you, and how your body leaned against his, it was almost like torture.

You were fighting yourself from giving in. Fighting to keep your fantasies to a minimum and not let any emotion show.

Once you grabbed what you needed, he carefully put you down, not taking his hands off you. But you were so close to each other, you swore you could hear his heart beat.

His gaze held yours, making you feel like he could undress you with those eyes of his.

It was beginning to make you hot just by the thought.

You were able to snap out of it, and clear your throat, breaking the tension between you.

Chris realized he made a tricky move, something that could have made things worse.

He took a step back, to lean on the counter and control his thoughts of you.

‘Keep it together’ he repeated to himself.

“Now stop moving my shit around.” You forced out, glancing at him.

Chris nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Yes ma’am.” His voice was low.

‘God damn it. Keep it to-fucking-gether!!’

A few hours had passed. You were both laughing once again, not letting that moment from earlier ruin the night.

Things were back to normal again.

Scott decided to join the two of you, which he did almost every other weekend, even if Chris couldn’t make it.

He became someone you could trust. And that was hard for you.

“I swear Chris had no secrets with our mom. He literally ran home to tell her he lost his virginity.” Scott cackled, before taking a sip of his beer.

“I was excited!”

“Aww that’s so cute! You were such a mommy’s boy.” You teased.

“Were? He still is.”

Scott looked at his phone and couldn’t believe the time. “Shit, it’s already midnight!” He exclaimed. “I have to wake up in a few hours for my flight.”

With that, he propped up to his feet and gave both you and Chris a quick hug, before walking back to Chris’ house.

“I didn’t realize it was that late.” You yawned, walking the plates over to the sink.

“Guess you lose track when you’re having fun.” Chris said, helping you with the dishes.

You stopped and looked over at him, your eyes slightly bloodshot from exhaustion and the alcohol.

“I need to get this off my chest because it’s been killing me.” You muttered, feeling a bit delirious.

Chris cocked his brow, and focused his full attention on you. “Is everything okay?”

This was it. Word vomit. The thing you did when you had no control over yourself and acted before you thought it through.

“I’ve read fan fiction about you.” You confessed. “And I know that makes me sound like a stalker or whatever, but I promise you that I never in a million years thought I’d be living next door to you.”

Chris stood there, baffled and slightly amused as you went on.

“Yes I think you’re attractive, but I didn’t buy this house because of you. I honestly didn’t even know where you lived!!” You said. “I’ve had shitty relationships and shitty friends and—I just needed a fresh start. My job was able to transfer me out here and this was the second house I looked at and just fell in love—I promise—“

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I believe you.” He chuckled. “I have never thought of you as a stalker or creepy. Weird? Yes but that’s okay.”

You could tell he was trying to lighten up the mood.

But once the realization of what you had just said, dawned on you, you were mortified. “I can’t believe I just told you that.”

Chris belted our into laughter, as he pulled you into him. His arms curled around your waist while you laid your head on his chest.

This was the place you loved being in. Being in his arms, it felt like nothing could ever hurt you again. And it was honestly exactly what you needed.

“So—“ he drawled out. “Do you still read fan fiction about me?”

You took a step back to lock your gaze with his. “Out of all the things I said, that’s what you cling on too?”

“I’m just curious!” He chuckled. “Were they dirty stories? Or—“

“I’m NOT telling you! It’s bad enough that I embarrassed myself telling you I read anything at all!”

Chris could only laugh, clutching his hand over his chest.

You playfully swatted his arm, trying hard not to laugh with him.

“I hate you.” You said, hiding your smile. “This stays between us! If you tell anyone, I swear I will kick your ass!”

“Can you even reach my ass?”

“Are those fighting words, Evans? Because I can throw hands, real quick.”

He took a short step closer to you, his eyes looking darker than usual, with desire. He glanced down at your lips, then back up and locked his gaze with yours.

“I’d like to see you try.” He whispered.

‘Is this really happening?!’

You wanted to kiss him right there and then. To grab his collar, pull him in and taste those plump lips of his that you had been craving to taste.

But you were frozen, lost in his trance.

It wasn’t until The sound of Chris’ phone going off, you were finally able to snap out of it.

It was a text from Scott, asking where he had put the suitcase.

“I got to go.” He muttered, looking slightly bummed about having to leave. “I’ll come over tomorrow to help you with your new book case.”

You swallowed hard, and nodded. “Sounds good. Give Dodger a kiss for me.”

“Will do.” He pulled you in for a tight hug, which lingered longer than it should have. “Good night Y/N.”

Chris turned on his heels and started toward his house, leaving you speechless yet again. He always knew how to do that to you.

“Dammit Y/N.” You mumbled to yourself. “Why don’t you ever learn to keep your mouth shut.”

As Chris walked into his house, all he could think about was you. And even after blurting out everything, it didn’t seem to faze him.

“Oh damn.” Scott said, catching his brothers attention.

“What?” He asked, confused.

“Nothing, I’ll tell you when the times right. But for now, please help me find that damn suitcase! This is what I get for packing last minute!”

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Chapter Three

[renzu-valra]

Soulless/Heartless ; Parasitic/Perversion (#5)

Characters: Nobushige/Ietasu  ♦  Region: Doma/Redacted  ♦   Time: 15;1 Year(s) ago Hosted by: @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast​

He rarely stayed the night…yet the very few times he did, he seemed almost sick.

Like when my brother came down with a cold and acted frustrated as he rubbed at his nose. When his body quaked with abnormal shivers and he needed more food than usual.

Only, the Xaela sleeping before me wasn’t riddled with congestion or hot fever. Ietasu acted no differently than normal when he had been awake, however now that he was laying down asleep, he twitched and mumbled as if something was wrong. I was curious. If it was a nightmare, then would giving him a reassuring pat on the head work the same as it did for Nozaki?

The few times in which my brother had fallen ill…he told me that he recovered only because of my smiling face. Would it be the same for Ietasu too?

“Hmm…” I hummed in quiet thought.

Sitting behind Ietasu’s head, I rationed otherwise. He was nothing like my brother. He only seemed to be motivated by acts of self-betterment. Touch likely wouldn’t do anything for him. Nor would my smile. But right now, he was sleeping. It wasn’t as though I could show him how far I had gotten in the book he gave me nor could I impress him with how well I was learning how to write. And yet, I knew I had to do something for him. I needed him, after all. Whilst my brother was getting rather adept at finding us food, Ietasu was far more skilled at securing us both resources and rations. He also knew how to tend to the many injuries my brother often came home with.

If one day Ietasu had no incentive to leave and find work—nor to come back after he was done…I knew we wouldn’t last very long on our own. That was where I came in. That was my role to play here—not just for him, but for my brother as well. I had to keep them both sufficiently inspired to provide for me. To go out and face the world they thought so evil every day. To ensure that this place which kept me protected from it all was always considered someplace safe in their eyes.

There weren’t many options for me to choose from though. Ietasu surely wouldn’t appreciate me touching him, but at the moment, there was nothing else which came to mind. Until, I thought about it again and made to reach out for the dictionary he gave me long ago. It was the very first book he ever brought back. It was the only book I ever had until just recently, actually. I remembered that he used to praise me whenever I read out a word correctly when I was even smaller than I am now. Perhaps this would help to settle him down instead.

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 “Benighted –

– In a state of pitiful or contemptible intellectual or moral ignorance, typically owing to a lack of opportunity.”

My wrists shook with unwilling voracity. They wanted to contort themselves in all manners of uncomfortable positions, and yet my brain fought the urge. I was getting better at this, I thought. I had been getting better at this, at least…

At…supressing the urge to fight back.

I couldn’t think about wanting to kill the very person who allowed me to give that child comfort. No matter how much I hated it, I couldn’t dare allow myself the chance to think that I had any capacity for violence. I couldn’t fight back. And that’s why my wrists vibrated with a controlled rage. Even if he made me touch him, I bit back the want to press my nails into his flesh.

One day, it’d truly break me. My mind would be rendered blank and empty. My consciousness repeated that known reality over and over again in my head as if it’d make the desire to strive for freedom ever stronger.

But no matter what, I’d never give into it.

“Benign –“

By surrendering completely to this fate of mine, I would still be paving the road for something better. I would be…giving freedom to another. In that tiny child I placed all of my hopes and ambitions. All my knowledge and skills…all of me. If by denying my heart its troublesome beat meant that he could escape this place and live happily then it would all be worth it.

I could find peace in this eroding darkness simply by giving way to that one thought.

I would let myself mean nothing…so that he can grow to become everything.

“Benevolent –“

Ultimately, I was afraid. My body was getting older and with it, I knew I would have to find others to rely on for sustenance. He was swiftly becoming more disinterested in me, and before long he’d see me as nothing more than a pitiful charity case he’d happily slam the door on. It would be dangerous, but I couldn’t let that fear stop me. I had to shut it off. Make those grim thought disappear before they too began to eat away at my mind.

I had to live. I had no other choice.

Every day I grew a step closer to the person I wanted most to be. An empty, hollow husk. A shadow, hidden in the darkness and without a heart. Something that could scarcely even be considered a person.

A thing.

All my person-esque traits passed onto someone else far more deserving.

It had to be this way. It was the only thing that gave me purpose. My reason to live.

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 Rare were the nights in which he went out, save at my request. His guilt serving as both cage and key.

Ever since that incident, I had been confined to my bed—but so long as he continued to serve me, I lamented the freedom none. My body was still too weak to function normally. Yet even if I was able to stand and care for myself, I knew he wouldn’t permit it. Not when he knew so intimately what it meant mine doing.

Years back, when I was a child…I never would’ve considered Ietasu to be one to coddle. However, he has recently proven my assumption wrong. And the reason behind it? It was rather simple. He knew that he had failed me gravely and that there was nothing he could do to fix it. All he could do…was delay the inevitable.

A part of me reached the conclusion that he needed to be coddled in due turn. That he couldn’t possibly go on like this and that it would be morally rude to not show him affection. But the other part of me knew that he wanted anything but. He was something which lacked the key-traits any other person should have. He wanted to be treated as if he was worth nothing at all. If I showed him any compassion, he would likely shatter into pieces before me.

That wasn’t to say he was a fragile person. No, anything but. It was merely a power unique to me alone. At any moment, with naught but a single touch of my hand…I could easily destroy him. Because I was his everything. And he could never forgive himself if I so much as thought of him as something deserving of my consideration.

All I could do was continue taking more and more from him. Until naught remained but a shard of bone. To give him anything in return would be disingenuous and inexcusably cruel.

And yet I worried. One day…I knew that he would leave me and never return. That by no fault of my own, I would lose him and he would begin to change and move on with his life. I worried only because I knew naught the true depths of my heart. It would be right to let him do so. I knew that. At the same time however, I wanted to call out to him and touch him with my hand. Breaking him…and keeping him by my side forever.

He belonged to me. Why should I let him go?

Because it was the right thing to do?

Because freedom is so wonderful a thing?

Is it really, though?

Isn’t…belonging to another, completely and perfectly…even more beautiful than being free?

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 Loving someone—there couldn’t be anything more painful than that. If only I had snuffed those initial feelings out the moment they were realized, none of this would’ve ever happened. Nobushige would’ve had a future, and I wouldn’t have to blame myself for being the one who took it away.

Whilst there was much and more that I had done wrong besides, ‘love’ was no doubt the worst of my crimes. Even though it was only for a brief period of time, the wounds left behind would never close. They would ache and stretch wider so as to accommodate every new sin I was made to endure. This was to be my punishment and tribute.

I had to protect him from becoming even further tarnished. That he lost his eyes and subsequent life to the spirit now living in his heart was no one’s fault but my own. If I could save what remained of his innocence by hunting for him now, then at the very least he wouldn’t lose his way. He would still be the same boy I provided for since he was but an infant. The given meal now very different from plain bread and water.

As he slept, I watched over him. His breathing was slow and infrequent—his skin turning whiter by the day. It wouldn't be long until his insides were reduced to waste. Knowing how the same spirit which infected him now affected Shinza, I was not unfamiliar with seeing him in such a state. The difference between the two men being that for one, I took full responsibility for, and the other was wholly independent. Shinza had the ability to take care of his own needs, and Nobushige did not. Rather, that I wouldn’t allow him to in understanding that it would prove I failed him utterly from the very beginning.

What he required now however, was out of the question. I only had to work harder to help him regain a modicum of strength. If it meant I had to take more lives in order to prevent ‘that’ from happening, I would have to do whatever it took.

Looking upon his white face, I understood why exactly Nozaki tried to fight me so hard when it came to keeping him weak and ignorant. If for any reason I became unable to tend to his every need, he…had the option of helping himself. What would he become if he did…? Would he still look this pure and gentle? I didn’t want to know the answer to that question.

He should just stay as he is now. Sleeping and unaware. That would be for the best.

I thought about pulling the covers up to his shoulders as time had brought them down some. And yet the moment my hand came close to touching his chest, I stopped.

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History Repeats (Part 3)

Prompt: Life’s hard, right? Well throw in a not so great job, a broken heart, and chasing a pipe dream in LA. But could someone come along to make all the bad shit disappear? Or is he just another heartbreak waiting around the bend?

Warnings: language, drug addiction, alcohol addiction, angst/heartbreak, adult themes (??)

Word Count: 2318

Note: Aesthetic made by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo because she’s absolutely amazing Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo . Brainstorming from @carryonmyswansong​

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Your friends had asked you to come out, but you just weren’t feeling up to it, and since your friends shared the same stomping ground as you and Jason, you were afraid you’d run into him. Not to mention, more often than not, your friends were Jason’s as well, you hung out in the same crowd, and now that you’d broken up, you maybe had two friends that weren’t his friends when you met. Maybe he was right, maybe you really were a hermit.

No matter, you weren’t going to apologize for wanting to stay home, or in this case, for tonight, not wanting to go out. You were perfectly content just being at home, alone…

For the past few days, you couldn’t help but think constantly of Hayden. It wasn’t that he was an actor, that fact hardly ever made an appearance in your mind. No, you were more mesmerized with...him. He was so funny and quiet, and sweet. You two seemed to see eye to eye on a few things so far and it was really nice. It was a breath of fresh air. 

You and Jason disagreed on a lot. For the longest time, you thought it was just small stuff, like what sets of plates to buy, which way to arrange the living room. But when you broke up...it didn’t hurt quite as bad as you thought it would, which surprised you. You thought you loved Jason, maybe you did at one point, but the truth was, at the end of the day, neither of you agreed on the big things, and for you, that was major. For most people it should be. People should want to be with rather like minded people when it comes to kids, futures, how to live your lives. And that just wasn’t there for you and Jason. 

Didn’t mean you weren’t sad to lose a relationship though, you still cared for Jason, he lived with you, and you shared your lives. Of course ending that chapter of your life hurt, and you sometimes wished it didn’t end at all...But the part in you that could see past the current tumultuous situation, knew that things ending with Jason was for the best. 

Which brought you back to Hayden. Rachel seemed to share some of the same issues that Jason had, at least when it came to how they see you and Hayden. Perhaps...perhaps that meant something. 

Your shift was winding down, your thoughts filled with Hayden and hopes of getting to talk to him again, because your friends clearly didn’t get that you weren’t in the mood to go out and be social right now. Only one of them had asked you how you were doing after the breakup, and even that was only one time. Since then, they hadn’t checked in on you or checked how you were. Maybe trying to invite you out was a way of distracting you, but if it was, it was a poor attempt on their part, and they should know by now you didn’t work like that.

Standing at the front counter, ready to take any late check ins, you were going through the schedule for tomorrow, when Hayden came gliding into the lobby, but you didn’t see him. He nearly passed the front desk but his desire to talk to you got the better of him.

“Hey,” his voice suddenly greeted as you were bent over. 

Your heart filled with warmth as you heard his voice. You raised your head to face him. “Oh, hey, you’re coming in late,” you noted. Typically, you’d caught glances of him in the lobby heading to his room around six or seven at night, not at nearly eleven. “Out partying?” you half-teased with a smile.

“Oh yeah, you know me. Total party animal,” he responded with his own grin. 

You laughed in response. 

“Hey, I was dropping by to see if maybe you would...want to hang out when you get off?” he asked. “Normally, I wouldn’t bother you. I’m sure you want to go home and relax...It’s just...I sort of...would like someone to talk to,” he said, shrugging and appearing nervous, and a touch sad. 

You nodded. “Yeah, of course. No, yeah, I’d love to hang out. Where would you want to go?” you inquired. A small bout of guilt hit your stomach as you realized you blew off your other friends, but Hayden asked and you jumped at the opportunity. But...in this case, it was different. He seemed sad and you wanted to be there for him.

“I was wondering if maybe we could just go to my room? I’m a little...exhausted from being out all day,” he remarked, hoping you understood.

You nodded, fully understanding how draining being out and about socially can be. 

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll be up there after a bit,” you said, smiling a friendly smile at him.

“Cool. See you up there,” he said before knocking on the desk and walking off to the elevators. Watching him walk away gave you a strange feeling. You had this desire to walk with him, to be by his side. His presence made you feel so...calm, and steady. Jason never truly made you feel at ease, and being around Hayden, you realized that now. In fact, none of your friends did. You felt that you always had to be fully engaged, fully “on” to be around them. Not with Hayden.

Now, you had something to look forward to after work, and the first time you’d looked forward to anything in a long time. A smile was plastered widely on your lips for the rest of your shift, and when you got off, you gathered your things and made your way to the sixth floor, heading to his suite.

After one knock, he opened the door, grinning from ear to ear, clad in a black sweater and dark blue jeans, looking incredibly handsome. 

“I’m so glad you came,” he said, stepping aside. 

You nodded, walking into the room. 

“Yeah! I’m looking forward to us talking again,” you confessed.

“Me too. Uh, we can sit here if you want,” he said, gesturing to the living room suite that held a couch and two chairs and a coffee table.

You nodded, setting your stuff down and out of the way before sitting on the couch.

“You want something to drink or are you hungry or anything?” Hayden offered, as he walked over to the small bar in the room.

“Actually, uh, yeah I wouldn’t mind something to drink, and maybe eat. I didn’t get a lunch break today and forgot to grab something before my shift,” you said, a little embarrassed, causing a blush to rise to your cheeks.

“No problem. I’m starving. Care if I order room service?”

“Not at all.”

“Cool. What would you like? They have salmon, steak, burgers...Oh, hell,” he said, laughing as he threw back his head, letting the menu rest in his hands. “Look who I’m telling,” he remarked. “Sorry about that,” he apologized.

“No need to apologize for being considerate,” you said with a smile. “But I think I know what I’ll have,” you said, ordering your favorite grilled cheese from them. It had three types of cheese, sauteed onions, and the bread was always perfect. You got a cup of tomato soup on the side and a coke. 

After he ordered, he came over and sat down on the couch, a cushion between you two. 

“So how was your day?” he inquired kindly.

“Not too bad, actually,” you said truthfully, nodding, thankful that it was easy. “Typical day. Steady pace. No crazy guests,” you said with a laugh, which he returned.

“That’s good,” he said with a smile.

“You? How was your day?” 

“Same. We reshot the same scene about fifty times though,” he informed, feigning frustration.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were here for a film,” you informed, surprised. 

“That’s the business,” he reminded with a sideways smile.

“Ah! Yes, you did say you were here on business, I forgot. Then I didn’t put two and two together,” you remarked, laughing a bit at yourself. “That’s really cool though! Do you like this project?”

He smiled, a light behind it, he seemed amused at your question and you couldn’t decipher why.

You slightly laughed as you asked, “What?” 

“Well, typically, people ask me what it’s about, when they can see it, who I play, how much I’m making...You know, sort of superficial questions. I’ve never had anyone ask me if I like the work I’m doing though. So thank you for asking that.” 

You nodded, not thinking anything of it. That was a normal response for you. You cared more if people were happy, rather than what they were doing.

“But to answer your question,” he continued, shifting gears, “yes, I do like it. It feels very different from what I’ve done in the past and I really like that. I’m always trying to push myself and challenge myself, so having this new role is really amazing, to me at least.”

“I get that,” you agreed. “I’m a singer--well, a struggling singer--but I try to constantly hit new notes, sing in tones I’ve never done before. I try to do Christmas songs to blues songs to lounge songs, to pop songs...I am all over the map,” you said with a laugh.

“Oh you sing? That’s a really cool talent to have. My ass can’t sing to save my life,” he remarked. 

You shrugged. “It’s not for everyone. I used to think that anyone could sing, if they tried, but after working with a lot of friends and offering lessons and such over the years, it’s not the case.”

“I bet. Same as acting. I’ve met a lot of people that I thought, ‘Sure they can do this’...Then we start working and...it’s not there. Sometimes it’s just something someone has.”

“Yep, definitely,” you agreed. “So did something happen at work that upset you or…?” you questioned and he frowned slightly at you, so you elaborated. “You said you needed someone to talk to…”

“Ah, right,” he noted, leaning forward. “Well, I guess it’s just...all the shit surrounding this breakup. Being in this city, seeing places we used to go while we were filming or visiting each other. Like, I saw this ice cream shop that I took Briar to when Rachel brought her while I was shooting.”

You nodded, listening to him.

“Or, like I saw this cool little pizza place that I took Rachel after we finished shooting Jumper,” he said, shrugging. 

“I know what you mean. Even just...being at my house now is a little stifling. I mean, I know at the end of the day, Jason and I weren’t meant for each other, but it still sucks to come home to an empty house. I look at it now, and I see the couch where we binged Punisher. Or the kitchen were we made so many meals and joked around.”

“Yeah,” he agreed quietly. “Yeah, shit like that just gets me. And of course, not seeing my daughter anymore. That’s really the worst. I just...I was with her every day of her life, and now I barely see here. It’s almost worst being here because she’s so close, but so far...ya know?”

“I think I do,” you agreed. “I can’t imagine how hard that is for you. I’m really sorry,” you offered, placing your hand on his knee.

“Thanks. I mean...I’m kind of like you, where, I know that Rachel and I are just two very different people. It took me a long time to realize that. I think I started seeing it while we were still together, and she definitely did. Then after the breakup it still took me awhile, but I’m starting to accept that.. She’s a socialite, she loves being around friends and being out and about, and I get that. That’s cool for her. But I just can’t stand the pressure of that shit and I prefer to be home, playing games, working. It probably sounds like a stupid reason to break up but--”

“No, it’s not,” you countered gently but firmly. “If two people aren’t right, then you aren’t right. You two deserve to do things you want with no pressure from the other to conform.”

“Some people might argue that you should compromise, if you really love them,” he challenged.

You shook your head. “Compromise is getting Chinese for dinner instead of pizza, or going with the cheaper china set than the one you really wanted because you just can't afford it right now, or choosing gray because you want black and they want blue. It’s not one person saying ‘I’ll stay home forever because you want it’ or ‘I’ll go to every event because it’ll make you feel better.”

“But wouldn’t the compromise be for me to go to some events and for her to stay home sometimes?” 

You shrugged. “In that case, it’s sort of picking your battles, right? Well, how do you pick your battles. Let’s say she wanted to go to a wedding this month, so you go, but next month, there’s a baby shower that you don’t want to go to, but she really wants to go. Now, you’ve done her a favor, it’s time she did you one, but it probably wouldn’t turn out that way.”

He slightly smiled, amused. “You make this sound like prison. You get time to do this, but not this,” he said, gesturing with his hands from one imaginary thing to the other.

You shook your head. “No, not at all. But if we go with your idea that it should be a compromise then you’re sort of limited. Let’s say you go to everything she wants to go out and do; drinks with friends, shopping, a house warming party, whatever. Let’s say you go to all of those, what do you get out of it? How do we make Hayden happy?” you asked rhetorically.

He shrugged in response. 

“You leave early. Instead of spending two, three, four hours, you spend an hour and a half and leave,” you suggested. 

“But then it almost feels pointless,” he added. 

“Exactly. In your case, there’s not going to be a clean, even way to make sure everyone’s happy. You toss a coin, figuring out when to go or stay or you sacrifice both of your happinesses by cutting it short for her, but making it end for you.”

“You make it sound so...cut and dry,” he retorted. 

“Do you see any other option?” you challenged.

Of course, though, he didn’t. How could he? If he saw a different option, he would’ve done it. He would’ve exhausted his resources, you could tell. You hadn’t known Hayden long, or knew him well, but he seemed like a man who cared, and cared deep. You didn’t feel like he would give up without a fight, especially if his daughter is involved. 

“No,” he sighed truthfully. 

“Precisely my point. You either both compromise so much neither one is happy, or you just...let each other go. It sucks, it hurts like hell no matter how logical it is, but...sadly, that’s life.” You shrugged, watching him as he listened to you.

He bobbed his head in agreement. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

“Unfortunately, I am most of the time,” you said with a bit of a laugh. His gaze slid to yours, trying to give you a look of “give me a break” but he failed and started to chuckle.

Just then, the room service arrived. Hayden let them in and you two sat your things on the coffee table and you were about to dive in when Hayden asked you if you wanted to watch TV. You said sure and he turned it on some random sitcom you’d never seen before, but it was enjoyable. 

After your dinner, you had started to talk about the show that was playing and you two had segwayed into other shows and movies you liked. Come to find out, you had rather similar tastes, but at some points you butted heads and debated key points to movies. He thought some were superficial, you thought they were deep and moving. You thought some were just over stimulated guy flicks, and he said they were well thought out heist films. 

At some point, you’d started talking about Great Gatsby and if he’d read the book. He said he had, and that sparked more discussion on books versus film, then you started simply talking books and you two didn’t overlap too much there, but it was still fascinating to hear what he reads. As well, he seemed to be intrigued by your choice of books as well.

The entire evening felt so relaxed, and fun, and no pressure to impress him, or to agree with him like you had with Jason. With Jason, if you disagreed, he tried to make you see his point, but he went about it in a way that made you feel stupid and uneducated. He made you feel bad for having your opinion, if it was somehow wrong. You didn’t think he did it on purpose, but by the end of your conversations with him, you couldn’t help but feel that way.

Even with friends you felt this way. Your friends always seemed like they needed constant entertainment, something new and exciting, something to gab about, instead of just...chilling. Not Hayden. 

You left around three in the morning and headed home, feeling so warm, and happy for the first time in a long time, and you didn’t want that feeling to go away anytime soon.

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Day by Day, Month by Month

AN: This is a server prompt for MHA & readers server which I own along with @liliesoftherain​ . It’s a soulmate AU with fem reader x mirio

Warning: Explicit sex with Mirio Togata, angst, with a bit of one sided enemies to lovers

Read the rest of the prompts here.

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June

Y/N gritted her teeth as Hado cheerfully loudly greeted Amajiki at 8 AM. All mornings were terrible for her, but Mondays were the worst. The fact that Hado had no consideration for other people’s nerves on an early morning, really, really made Y/N dislike her even more than she already does. And she already disliked her enough to ignore all of Hado’s many attempts to befriend Y/N. Especially when Hado figured that Y/N and her quirk were the same. Which is not true, Y/N’s quirk worked on the fact she could absorb small wavelengths of energy like incandescent bulbs, LEDs, or artificial lights that didn’t generate violet waves. Y/N then used that energy to make whatever she desired from beams to moving at lightspeeds using her absorbed energy.  Nothing at all like Hado’s whatever waves.

Now there was a good reason to hate Hado and that reason was the fact she was friends with her mortal enemy AKA Togata Mirio. He probably didn’t even know she existed, but Y/N hated him since second year. First year, Y/N did the impossible with her difficult to control quirk as she absorbed the LED lights in the stadium to blast her way to 4th place in the Sport’s festival. 2nd year she didn’t even make it to the top 10 because Togata had knocked her out in the 1st round of the last tournament. Ever since then Togata Mirio had exploded onto the scene of U.A., he was praised universally, and all the 3rd years worshipped him like he was a god. Y/N’s grinding of her teeth became even louder as she thought of the blonde idiot. Yes, Y/N didn’t just dislike him, oh no she hated him with every fiber of her being. She might be called a monster for it, but what she wouldn’t do for a chance to wallop his idiotic face. Maybe even strangle him for a minute or two after getting a few hits in.

Y/N watched as the slouched, nervous boy with pointed ear greeted Hado back quietly and sat in his seat. See, she didn’t make a point to be rude to Amajiki. What would be the point of doing that when he was basically a scared rabbit? Even she wasn’t that much of a monster to destroy his badly needed confidence, so she mostly just ignored him.

Finally, the sensei had come in and all the student quieted down for the morning lessons. Y/N stood up and bowed as the class president called out the greetings and they all sat down when the teacher let them. Most of the morning passed by quickly as Y/N actually did pay attention since she had a couple of tests coming up, otherwise she would be sending texts to her best friend in 3B all throughout classes. The bell rang indicating it was time for lunch, sending a quick text to her best friend to save her a seat as Y/N needed to use the restroom. She took her time leisurely to wash her hands and straightened her school uniform and made sure her hair wasn’t mussed. She even reapplied her nude pink lipstick, before taking a quick selfie to send to her friend. Y/N walked out as she used the Line app to edit some cute stickers and added on the hashtag “felt cute”. She didn’t notice until it was too late as she crashed into a wall of muscles. Y/N bounced off their chest, and her phone scattered to the floor. Quickly grabbing the device, she made sure the screen wasn’t broken. A huge sigh left her, and she turned around to give that idiot a piece of her mind.

“You moron, can’t you watc-“ Y/N cut herself as she realized she looked into the eyes of Togota Mirio.

Her whole view disconnected and reconnected as both of their minds melded. Her feelings were no longer just hers, but rather a whole of synergy of emotions as both of their desires, wants, and even fears entangled. Why was she so angry most of the time? So afraid. So anxious. She was no longer alone because he was her-

Those thoughts disconnected as the meld ended, their connection broken. Y/N stepped back in horror. Oh no. Togata was her soulmate. She just found the one person who was supposedly the perfect match for her, and it turned out to the person she hated the most in U.A.

‘Fuck my life.’ Y/N thought. She quickly turned around, ignoring his very loud protests, sprinted all the way back to the 3rd year hallway. She sent a quick text to her friend saying she was feeling sick and was at Recovery girl’s office when in reality, she was currently hiding out in the girl’s restroom. Sitting on top of a covered toilet, she frantically searched the web for a way to get rid of one’s soulmate.

Y/N knew since she hit puberty the science behind soulmates. Basically, a body’s way of finding your perfect mate that will the create the most optimal offspring. When two individuals’ eyes meet, their minds would mesh and basically their souls would connect. Y/N had watched a health video in her junior high year as two soulmates would stand there make eye contact for 5 mins with large creepy smiles and hazy eyes. Basically, looking like two drugged out idiots before regaining their senses. She remembered thinking how dumb the two looked whereas everyone else cooed at how romantic it was.

As for their souls’ connecting, it was another sugarcoated way to say the two soulmates would share emotions. Even now despite being hopefully far away from Togata, she could feel his frantic worry causing her chest to burn. Y/N tried to sooth the pain with one hand and the other one scrolling through articles. Anything that could help get rid of the moron that was her soulmate. She didn’t know how fast the lunch period passed because she was reading articles when she got jerked out of trance by the bell.

Y/N aggravatedly sighed. All the damn articles were no help, they just kept spewing the gospel of soulmates and how 80% of all soulmates would succeed in creating a healthy, loving relationship. She scowled, the only thing she would create with blonde Astro boy will be a lawsuit after she kneed him in the family jewels. As the bell rang once more, Y/N got up and kicked the toilet out of pure frustration before sulking back to her classroom.  She made it to her seat and slumped over her desk. Y/N rested her eyes for a few minutes as she could hear her fellow classmates make it back from lunch. She jerked out of her nap when she heard the familiar voices of Hado and Amajiki. Keeping a close eye on them without being obvious, she noticed how they didn’t acknowledgeable her more than normal.

Letting a sigh of relief, she relaxed knowing that Togata hadn’t let his friends know what happened in the hallway earlier.  The rest of the classes continued as normal except for the occasional bursts of happiness and the need to laugh startling her throughout the day. Y/N scoffed, of course he would be happy whereas he continued to be her source of frustration. The last of the classes were soon over so she headed home on her own. Usually Y/N would walk with her best friend, but she had an appointment with the support department to fix her hero costume.

Y/N walked leisurely down the sidewalk, enjoying the warm sunny day when a voice called underneath her.

“Hey-“ A familiar blonde face appeared in the sidewalk. Y/N screamed and bunched her skirt together so he couldn’t peak at her underwear.

“Pervert! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she screamed as she stomped at the face.

“N-no wait! It’s your soulmate, Togata Mirio!” the face yelled desperately as he dodged her stomps.

Y/N paused in her stomps. “Well, that’s even worse than a pervert!” She resumed her stomps before giving up entirely and running away.

  The next morning, Y/N used a baseball cap to keep her face from being visible and hopefully go unnoticed until she arrived in class. She didn’t need a repeat of yesterday. Arriving in class, she took off her the cap and settled in her seat. The morning lectures continued as she halfheartedly took notes and completed her assignments. Everything was going well until Togata walked in during lunch break.

Y/N jerked in her seat and turned away using her long hair as a curtain to hopefully escape his eyes.

She could hear Hado yelled out Togata’s name as the two friends conversed.

“Oh, this time I’m not here to hang out. I’m looking for Y/N. She is in this class, right?” She heard him ask.

Y/N looked up when she heard her name and saw Hado looking in her direction in confusion. She also saw Togata follow Hado and turn in her direction. Her eyes shifted to Togata, noticing the way his face lit up as he waved her over.

Y/N groaned. There was no way she could get out of this. She got up reluctantly and approached Togata, the entire class erupting in whispers and some of the girls were either giggling or shooting her glares. Y/N couldn’t help the flush, she never did like being the center of attention. Togota led her out of the classroom before pulling her aside in a nearby hallway.

“Look, I’m not sure why you are calling me out,” she began.

“I wanted to introduce myself.” Togata held out a hand for her to shake. “I’m Togata Mirio.”

Y/N stared at his hand in disbelief. “Of course, I know who you are,” she spat out.

“You do? I thought you ran away yesterday because you didn’t know who I was,” Mirio sheepishly said.

“No, I know. I ran away because I want nothing to do with you!”

“N-nothing? But I’m your soulmate, we should get to kno-“she interrupted before he could finish.

“No, No! And No! I wouldn’t want to get to know you if you were the last guy on earth. So, you better leave me alone!” she yelled. Seeing the shocked face of Mirio, Y/N felt satisfied that he had gotten the message and marched away to enjoy the rest of her lunch period. Still, she couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty when she felt the hurt coursing through Togata.

Meanwhile, Mirio shoved the hurt away and looked on in determination at the challenge that was walking away. Next time he wouldn’t let her walk away so easily, he promised as his eyes burned and sparkled.

July

Y/N drew a makeshift figure of Togata’s face on her notebook before she viciously started stabbing the drawing. ‘Stupid Togata, why can’t he get that he’s not wanted’ she thought. She threw a glare at the pretty arrangement of flowers on her desk. Every morning there was a new bouquet waiting for her on the desk. It attracted a lot of unwanted attention from her fellow classmates. At first, she threw all of them away in the garbage in a fury. But, over time the arrangements became more complicated and more beautiful than the last and her heart couldn’t bear the thought of throwing them away. So, she took it upon herself to donate it to Recovery girl’s office. She knew the older women appreciated them. Y/N saved the scattered chocolates in the bouquet for herself before dropping off the peony flowers at the Pro Hero’s clinic.

As Y/N walked to the lunchroom, she was interrupted when Togata came through the walls and in front of her.

“Y/N! Do you want to eat with me today? I brought a bento," Togata asked.

She looked down on her own bento and wondered how he knew that she was going to bring her own lunch today.

“Are you a psycho? How many times do I have to say no to you before you get it through your head?”

“I’ll keep asking until you say yes. I won’t ever take no for answer,” he cheerfully replied.

Y/N felt the fury inside of her build up and her face became tomato red. “Time to die, Togata.” She stepped towards him before tripping on her foot and her entire bento fell on the ground. She watched in shock at the hard work that had gone wasted and she turned towards Togata and sent him a death glare. Togata fearing for his life, slipped his bento into her hands before bolting out of the hallway. He activated his quirk and vanished through the walls.

 August

Y/N panted as sweat dripped down her face. She’s never felt so tired in her life yet so energized. The roar of the crowd helping her forget the aches and pains of the fight. Togata wasn’t even winded as he stood across from her.  This was the revenge she wanted. The second round of the battle tournament of the Sports Festival.

 “Come on, Togata. Give me everything you have. Otherwise, I swear I won’t ever forgive you. I’ve given everything to be here. So, extend that courtesy to me,” Y/N said.

She knew he wasn’t taking her seriously. Though, she landed a few hits and gave 100% percentage to her energy attacks. She couldn’t say the same for him. His punches and his overall speed were too slow. She knew he was capable of being faster than what he was displaying right now. Her words affected him, as his face lost the pensive look and a look of concentration overcame it.

She remembered the humiliating defeat by him in second year. A blonde blur, a scream of “Poweeeerrr!” and Y/N was knocked out of the ring. She wasn’t even able to display her growth or how much she improved from the 1st year.

However, this year Y/N showcased everything she learned in U.A. and she showed everyone in Japan that Y/N was ready to be a Pro Hero. When she would lose to Mirio and she knew she was going to, Y/N had no regrets.

Y/N raised her hands to gather the energy from the LED lights in the arena as they blew out one by one overwhelmed by her quirk. She felt the energy rush through her body and readied herself for a charge at Mirio. This time she would lose on her own terms.

 September

Y/N sat nervously on Mirio’s dorm room bed and watched as he scrambled around his room to get her birthday gift. She had gone home last weekend to spend her birthday with her family, so this was the only time Mirio had to give it to her. His relationship with her was still pensive. Y/N didn’t scream at him to leave her alone and she stopped calling him Togata. Most of all that bitterness dissolved after the Sports Festival, there was no reason to keep him at arm’s length anymore. Still, there was a degree of unsureness, Mirio being too afraid to set her off again and she too unexperienced on how to properly convey her feelings.

Mirio came back with a small gift bag that he held out for her. Y/N took and peered into it to see an assortment of chocolate.

“Remember how I would send you those bouquets and you never kept them except for the chocolate in it? I thought this time I would give you something you would want to keep.”

Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle. Mirio smiled goofily in return, satisfied that he had made her happy. She wanted to do something in return to show him how happy she was. Y/N leaned forward to kiss him on his cheeks, while at the same time Mirio purposely turned his face so she could kiss his lips instead.

The touch of his soft lips quickly made Y/N break contact. She turned her blushing face away and was about to quickly run out of his room in embarrassment, when Mirio grabbed her and mashed his face into hers. Their teeth clanged together, and it was soon clear neither had any idea on how to kiss.

Y/N pushed Mirio away and clutched her lips and teeth.

“Mirio! Why did you do that?!” She could feel embarrassment surging within him and a small ounce of shame for hurting her. Feeling bad for her overreaction, Y/N grabbed his hands and pulled him close.

“I-I think we should try again and maybe a little bit slower. Like how they do on TV dramas,” she said as she coaxed him into trying again.

Mirio gave her a small peck, withdrawing to see Y/N’s reaction. She nodded in encouragement, excited he continued to slowly give her kisses that caused her to chase him and eagerly respond to his ministrations. He caressed her cheeks and snaked his hand down to her waist to pull her close. Licking her lips and asking for permission to enter, Mirio entangled his tongue with hers as it sensuously made contact and cajoled her to respond. Following Mirio’s lead she responded back to each lick, feeling her body get hotter and hotter. Wanting to get closer to his body, she sat on top him and wrapped her legs around his waist. They continued to slowly kiss; Y/N liked this attempt immensely compared to their first one. Mirio wanting to feel her, grabbed Y/N’s hand and placed it on his member. Y/N curiously touched it, wondering what she was touching that was so hard and warm. She broke contact from his lips and looked down at her hand. ‘OH MY GOD. I’M Touching A MAN’s PENIS!’ she thought hysterically. She poked it a couple times, finding it rock solid and admiring the length of it. Her tiny hands couldn’t even fit most of it. Mirio startled her out of thoughts when he placed his hands onto hers and started moving them along with him.

“Like this, Y/N, ok?”

Y/N short-circuited realizing what Mirio was asking from her. ‘Oh god, we are doing this now? Are we going to have sex!! That thing is going to fit inside of me? I’m going to die!!’ her thoughts spiraled and made Y/N panic. She quickly disentangled herself from Mirio, ignoring his grunt and his confused call of her name. Y/N grabbed her gift, not forgetting to say a quick thank you to Mirio before hightailing it out of his room and back to the sanctity of her own dorm.  

 December

Y/N waited anxiously outside in the cold, windy afternoon. Yesterday’s snowfall had already covered the entirety of the park, most kids were playing in the snow. Either making snowman or trying to hit their friends with snowballs. She huffed out a few breaths, watching as her warm exhales became smoke. She overheard footsteps and saw Mirio heading her way. Y/N sighed, relieved that he had showed up. Ever since a month ago Mirio had lost his quirk and Sir Nighteye, he had been avoiding her. She wasn’t the best person when it came to comfort, so she figured he needed time on his own. But as weeks went by without any sight of his blond hair or blue eyes, she couldn’t help but worry. So, Y/N had tracked him down and called him out during lunchtime just like he did so many months ago and made him promise to meet at the local park so they could talk things out.

She stood up to greet him, but he just motioned for her to sit back down and took a seat besides her on the park bench.

“Hey, Mirio. How have you been? We haven’t talked in a while,” Y/N cautiously began.

“Well, you are my soulmate. You probably know better than me how I’ve been this past month,” Mirio said quietly.

It was true, she felt his sorrow and loss like an aching pain in her chest. Y/N knew he went around school acting happy go lucky, but she knew he couldn’t fool her or himself.

“That’s true and its probably why I was so worried-“ Y/N began.

Mirio interrupted, “Worried? Why? You must be happy that I lost my quirk. No more competition!” He let out a weak chuckle.

Y/N couldn’t help the hurt that rose in her despite it being a fair assessment. She had treated him terribly, the fact he was lashing out at her now just showed how much patience Mirio really had. She swallowed the lump that had arose from her needing to cry because this wasn’t about her or her feelings now.

She turned to him, watching as his face twisted with guilt and he opened his mouth. Y/N cut him off.

“I know. You can throw everything at me, Mirio. I will take it if that’s what it takes for you to feel better. I don’t know what to do or what to say to make you feel like your old self again. I’m not good at any of this. But I don’t want you to feel like you have to be alone. Don’t shut me out,” she pleaded.

Y/N saw the way the shine returned to his dull eyes and the soft blush that made its way to his face. He was looking at her like he had never seen her before. She could feel her own cheeks heat up due to the unnerving way he was looking at her. Mirio leaned forward as if to kiss her when Y/N put a hand to his chest to stop him and turned her face away.

“We can’t we’re in a park. There’s too many people,” she whispered.

Mirio let out a boyish giggle. “Right, sorry.”

She toyed with her fingers as a thought occurred to her. “Do you wanna go to my house instead? It’s nearby, we can warm up and get some hot chocolate.”

Mirio at the thought of seeing the place where Y/N had grown up shyly agreed. They both got up and walked for 15 minutes before coming to a modest house. She unlocked the outdoor gate and let them both in. They went up the steps before Y/N unlocked the door.

“No one’s home it’s just me,” she said as she turned the house’s light on and started to prepare some hot chocolate for them both.

Mirio made himself home in the living room as he snooped around and looked at the various pictures of a younger Y/N. She came back with 2 hot chocolates. Mirio thanked her and steadily drank the hot chocolate. Y/N sat next to him and observed him as she finished hers. Though, her earlier words lifted his mood, she could tell that her distraction was only temporary.

“Mirio,” she began as he looked up at her, “I wish I could do more for you. I feel everything, all your pain and I can’t imagine what it’s like for you. I wish I can take it away even just for a while.”

Mirio looked at her seriously and put his drink on coffee table. He grabbed Y/N’s drink and put that on the table as well. She just looked at him in confusion as she hadn’t finished yet. Mirio grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. Y/N blushed at their proximity as her breasts were squished against his firm chest.

“I know what you can do for me, Y/N..,” he trailed off as he leaned in close to kiss her. She closed her eyes as his soft lips connected. She could taste the remnants of the hot chocolate on his lips as she desperately responded back. She clutched him tightly as she couldn’t remember the last time he held and kissed her. Y/N didn’t think it was possible to miss someone so much who wasn’t her immediate family let alone someone she used to hate. Her fingers dug into his soft hair as she tightened her hold and pulled. Mirio let out a groan in response and rolled his hips into hers. He disengaged from her and quickly kissed her cheeks, forehead, and nose in succession.

Mirio panted. “Y/N, please I need you.” She blushed as she knew what he was asking from her. “I-I’ve never…,” she trailed off.

“Neither have I, we’ll go slow. I promise I won’t hurt you,” he said. Y/N nodded, giving him consent. Mirio pushed back one of the curls on her face and brought her close enough for him to kiss. Giving a nip to her lips, he explored the inside of her mouth, still tasting the chocolate. She moaned into the kiss and messed with the hoody he was wearing, trying to get to the smooth skin underneath. He tried to help her take off while still kissing her hard. He broke away in frustration when the hoody wouldn’t budge.

“Wait maybe we should take this to my room,” she suggested. He liked the idea at least they would know beforehand if they were about to get interrupted.

Mirio tried to get Y/N to let him carry her bridal style up the stairs like in the movies, but she adamantly refused. She led them to a very pink and feminine room unlike the fierce Y/N he had gotten to know. Y/N stood in awkward silence not knowing what to do when they had arrived in the room. Mirio taking the lead, took off his hoody and his jeans. He immediately went over to Y/N to help her take off her clothes. She tried to protest but it got muffled by a kiss.

Hoisting Y/N in his arms, he dropped her delicately onto her bed. It was medium size just enough room for both. Mirio couldn’t help himself as he let his hands roam the entirety of her soft skin. Her heaving breasts caught his attention as she looked at him with dilated eyes. He tugged the cups of the bra just a tiny bit for her cleavage to spill over, He bit and sucked them, leaving red marks all over. Y/N let out a whimper as he continued his ministration on the other breast. Mirio moved her legs aside, allowing his body to settle in nicely between her thighs. Slipping his fingers into her panties, he immaturely explored her.

“Like this,” she said as she showed him what she liked best. Wanting to see all of her, he slipped off her panties and snapped off her bra with ease, tossing them somewhere in the room. The two teens continued to explore every inch of their soulmate. From the beginning they were connected by their minds and hearts, now they were crossing the final threshold of their bodies. Preparing Y/N had paid off as he inspected his fingers that were wet with her essence. Curious he tasted the wetness and discovered he liked the tangy flavor. He wanted to lick up all of it, to savor the taste, but that was something he wanted to try out in the future. Mirio shimmied out of his boxers as he lined up his member with her center. He felt her tense, so he whispered reassurances as he stroked her face.

Y/N felt his member slip a few times before he finally got it into her. The initial pinch startled her before she forced herself to breath and relax. Mirio didn’t lie, he went slow prioritizing her needs over his own. Y/N hardly felt a pinch when he broke through her membrane and filled her up to the brim. She raked her short nails down his back, causing him to buck into her. She gasped at the sudden movement.

“Y/N, don’t do that, love,” he panted into her neck.  Y/N flushed at the impromptu nickname Mirio had bestowed upon her.

He waited a few minutes before trying out short, shallow thrusts to see if she flinched in pain and seeing her writhe and moan gave him the signal to move.

Mirio tried out different rhythms to see what she liked first, matching his thrusts to her reactions. When he lifted up her hips a bit and hit a particular spot that had her gasping and tightening her hold on the bedsheets, he hit that spot over and over in a frenzy. It wasn’t long before Y/N became a babbling mess as she came all over his penetrating member.

SLAM

Mirio lifted his head up in confusion when he heard the slam of a door and muffled talking.

“Y/N! Is that you? Okasan and Otousan are home. Come downstairs we brought food!” Y/N’s mother called out.

Y/N looked at Mirio in panic. She tried to push him off so she could get dressed and go downstairs to greet her parents.

Instead he held her hips tight as he slammed into her over and over, muffling his moans by biting onto her shoulder.

“Mirio! Ahh, what are you doing? We’ll get caught,” she said.

Letting her shoulder go, he whispered back, “just a little more I’m so close.”

When she didn’t say anything else, Mirio took as a sign to keep going so he chased his own pleasure. It wasn’t too long before he pulled out and came in the junction of her thighs.

Luckily for the teens, they were both able to get dressed and downstairs in time for Y/N to introduce Mirio as her soulmate. Her parents were delighted to meet him, and Y/N flushed with happiness knowing that her parents approved of him. Though, she didn’t notice how her mother kept sending them suspicious glances when she noticed the bite mark on Y/N’s neck.

 March

Mirio’s tousan watched in absolute happiness as his son graduated from U.A. Who knew his son would one day graduate from the most prestigious hero school in Japan?

He looked around for his tall, blonde son as many graduates filled in from the auditorium outside in the sun to find their parents.

He finally found his wayward son and was about to call out to him when he noticed his son holding and teasing a girl. She seemed very frustrated, gesturing wildly and pointing at him in anger. Mirio just laughed and hugged her. What was even more astonishing was that Mirio kissed her forehead and the girl blushed and yelled at him some more before she stomped away. So that was his soulmate.

He remembered how his son came home one day in jubilation and explained everything in one breath. Though, Mirio seem to be disheartened when he explained how his soulmate didn’t seem to like him. Mirio’s tousan just laughed in glee and Mirio watched him in confusion.

He went on to explain how Mirio’s okasan hated him at first glance and threw a glass of water at him when she discovered her soulmate. He remembered how each day he would do everything to win her heart over and he encouraged Mirio to do the same. He smiled now knowing that Mirio had won his soulmate over just like he did his.

[chocolatte-and-despair]

Obsessive desires - Yandere Underswap Chara x Male!Reader

It has been a few months that Buttercup and you knew each other, and well, things have been strange for Buttercup.

When her feelings started to appear, she believed that she was falling in love with you. That her feelings were nothing but pure. Oh, how wrong she was.

In the beginning, of course, her feelings were pure. In the beginning, she was simply a young girl in love with her friend, afraid to admit it to herself.

But it didn't take long for Buttercup to notice that something was... strange with her. That something wasn't okay.

It wasn't normal for someone to look at your friends and wish that they would die. Wishing that she could chop them up for daring to talk to you, right?

It wasn't normal for her to stalk you, follow you everywhere you went, collecting anything that you might drop.

It wasn't normal for her to never be able to stop thinking about you, her delusional thoughts always ending up in less than innocent places.

Her feelings in general were not okay and she was scared that things were simply getting worst. And her fears were founded.

The more time she spent, unable to make these flames of passion disappear, the more hatred appeared in her.

And one day, this day, that hatred had accumulated into her ending up hurting one of your friends.

The feeling of blood on her arms was good. Especially when she knew that now, you would finally spend more time with her.

Of course, she ended up resetting. Stars, was she going to allow such a horrible fate for someone. She knew she would be considered a beast if she ever would kill someone.

And she hated the fact that she didn't regret killing the friend. The only reason she had reset and didn't do this again, was because she knew you would hate her if she murdered someone.

The thought alone of you hating her was painful. She would never want you to come and hate her. I mean, come on, she... She wanted you to love her! Yes, love and hate were very similar, but still!

Buttercup was thinking and thinking of what she could do to make this feeling get better. This endless longing was driving her insane.

Then, out of nowhere, a thought ran across her mind. If she would date you, then her feelings wouldn't end up darkening, would they?

Of course not! I mean, if she became someone that you would be able to love, then she would for sure get rid of these feelings, right? If she didn't have a reason to be jealous, then she wouldn't be jealous, yes?

Besides, wouldn't it be fantastic if you would become hers? Wouldn't it be a dream come true? It would be, for sure! she would do everything to be able to have you for herself...

I mean, she did just try to kill someone because of you, so it's not really a surprise that she would do everything to just be with you.

She shook her head. No, she shouldn't think about the murder that she had committed. Instead, she needed to plan out how she was going to confess her feelings to you without becoming too shy and messing it all up.

^ Time Skip ^

Currently, she was in her cute little bedroom, starting to think about what she could do to get you all to herself.

First of all, if she kidnapped you, then you wouldn't have any chances but to love her, right? Besides... you bounded... oh, the thought alone excited her!

Having her prince charming, all bounded in the basement, ready for her whenever she wants him to be... Oh, that would be so perfect.

She would create the perfect life like that! And if everything would work out, she might even be able to let you go, after enough... talking with you.

Yes.. That was the perfect way to get you! She was going to go and talk to you immediately! Oh, this was going to be perfect...

It seems that our lovesick Buttercup had completely forgotten about the promise that she gave herself, about trying her best to have a normal relationship.

Kidnapping your lover was NOT normal.

^ Time Skip ^

"Oh, Buttercup?" You turned around, giving her one of your usual charming smiles. Every time you would give her that sort of smile, she couldn't help but swoon! oh, she was so in love with you...

The problem was that she wasn't the only one you showed this smile to. Yes, you showed this time to everyone. And Buttercup hated it. I mean, she deserved this smile the most. Nobody else should be able to look at it.

The idea that some disgusting people were gazing at you and smiling back at you, drove her insane as she wanted to repeat what she did to your friend.

Sometimes Buttercup would think that this is some sort of trial from the heavens above. Was this something that she had to overcome to earn you? Heavens were really cruel...

Or maybe you treated her like this because you knew what she was feeling. Did you enjoy destroying the hearts of poor girls like her?

You were so cruel, but stars, she loved you anyways. Even if you were playing with her heart, she was going to make you hers...

"Hello, (y/n)! How are you doing?" She finally replied, as you grinned more, and patted her on the head, as a blush reached her face.

You touched her so easily, without holding back... Stars, did you know what your touch was doing to her? Did you know how much she desired you to touch her all over?

She wanted to take those hands to herself... She wanted to own every bit of your body. She wanted you to be hers finally...

"... Oh, you know. The usual. How about you, Buttercup? You seem a little bit in thoughts today." You said as you placed your hand on her forehead.

"You're burning up, are you okay?" You asked worried, as she simply blushed even harder. You.. were worried for her... oh stars, her heart couldn't handle it! she.. simply couldn't handle this much excitement in one day...

".. Of course, I'm perfectly fine! And... Now, I'm even happier!" Buttercup said, confusing you but your confusion didn't last long, as soon a look of pain appeared on your face before you passed out.

If you're wondering what happened, Buttercup just knocked you out with a punch. Sure, she might be a 1LV but she survived the underground for a reason. All that running, fighting, and jumping helped her gain quite some strength. Besides, Alphys always forces her to work out, so she can easily knock you out and carry you around if needed.

^ Time Skip ^

The next moment that you woke up, it was hell. You were yelling at her, and screaming and calling her disgusting names, and begging to be let out.

Now, mind you, she didn't mind a little bit of trouble. She expected that, but it has been a few days and you have been doing nothing but cause trouble! You weren't willing to even eat! If you ended up dying, then there was no point at all!

Honestly, she hated it. She hated how this was not going how she wanted it to go... Maybe it was time to think of a different way to approach you about love... Maybe kidnapping you was not the greatest idea.

Thank the stars she could reset. Otherwise, she would have messed up completely and that wouldn't be the best, now would it?

Maybe she should try her original plan again? I mean, if she went and actually tried to make you love her, then maybe things would work out a little bit better? Stars, why was this so hard? She honestly couldn't understand it...

If only you were less feisty, then she would happily stick around with this place... If only you would be a little bit more open to the idea of being trained.

Stars, this was the second time she had failed at doing something right, getting overwhelmed by her own emotions.

This was why she needed to get cured of these emotions!

^ Time Skip ^

Buttercup always wondered what feeling normal emotions would be. Before, things were... boring. They weren't bad! Please don't misunderstand her! But it wasn't wonderful...

After you arrived in her life and started to give her so much, she was finally happy... She finally felt like her life actually had a meaning.

But you also drove her insane and that was horrible. You were a double-edged sword. Even if you made her life so much better... You were ruining her and her integrity.

With a sigh, Buttercup walked over to you, tapping you on the shoulder. Her heart almost melting at the smile that you gave her.

"Buttercup! Hello! How are you?" You asked, turning to her, giving her all your attention. As you should.

One day, buttercup will be the only one who gets all of your attention. But until then, she needs to be patient. She needs to be good and not mess this up?

"Hello! How're you?" Buttercup asked, deciding to take a much more gentle approach. She needed to do this right, or else, she will not be satisfied with herself. She needed to do things right...

"I'm doing wonderful, thank you for asking, Buttercup!" You replied, ruffling her hair with that charming smile on your face. Your touch felt absolutely fantastic too...

"So, why are you here?" You asked, a curious look on your face. Now, this was when Buttercup will start to seriously play. She couldn't lose right now. She didn't have the time or chance to losing this chance.

"Well, I wanted to actually talk to you!" Buttercup replied, surprising you. Buttercup needed to control herself, so you would accept her feelings..

"... Well, it's embarrassing to admit it, but... I've liked you for a long time and..." Buttercup glanced at you.

When she noticed the soft blush appearing on your face, she felt herself heat up too. And that was when she lost all control.

"... And I can't stop thinking of you..." It was the truth. Every moment. Every second. Her thoughts were filled with you. You were like cancer. Almost impossible to remove from her thoughts.

"I know that it might seem strange but... You keep driving me insane.." So insane that she tried to murder someone for you. So insane that she tried to kidnap you. You were her disease that was driving her mad.

"Your voice" Sometimes she believed that you were a siren, always trying to lure her somewhere, into her own demise with your gentle voice.

"Your eyes" They were like gems. Whenever you would look at her, she would feel like time freezes over and only you two exist in the world.

"God, your touch.." Did you know how much it drove her insane whenever you touched her? How much she wished that you would be hers... That you would touch her more and more until there is nothing left to touch?

"All of it makes me feel like I could lose myself.." And maybe she already lost herself. Maybe who she was before was long gone, because of you.

"I want to bury myself in your touch and become nothing but something you could love..." The more she spoke, the more desperate she started to seem.

"... And that's not all.." Of course, that wasn't all. She was long beyond the point of stopping. She couldn't even if she wanted to.

"I keep having these urges...." Urges that ranged from touching you to hurting the people around you, just so she could have you.

"I hate people who are around you..." No one deserved to be around you. Not even she deserved to be in your presence. But she wanted to be near you. More than anything she has ever desired in her life.

"I hate anyone who thinks they are good enough to be around you.." Because no one was truly good enough to be around you. Not even her... Not... Even her... Especially not after what she has done in previous timelines.

"They aren't... The only one who is worth of your attention." But Buttercup was delusional. And she could delude herself into believing that she was worth your attention...

"Of your affection..." They aren't worth your attention. Did anyone go as far as to kill for you? Did they go as far as to kidnap you to keep you from hurting yourself?

"It's me" No. Only she did. Only she is worthy of you. Yes... That's right! she was worthy of you. The only one who was really worthy of you..

"I'm the only one worth it all." Of course, she was! She was the only one who was working hard to get you. She should get you in the end, yes? It's what she deserves!

"Do you know how much I want to hurt everyone else?" You have no idea that her wish to hurt others has become murderous by now. See how you're affecting her?

"Do you know how much I want to snatch you away?" You don't understand how much she wanted her kidnapping to work...

"Do you know how much you drive me insane?" Buttercup was completely sick in love. You made her like this. You'll take responsibility, right?

"You.. You don't, otherwise you wouldn't drive me this crazy" Or are you such a sadist that you like seeing as her pain?

"You're a good person." That's one of the reasons why she fell for you. Your kindness. That was your type of soul too...

"Too good." Because of your damned soul, you were too kind... You were too good, disgusting freaks thought they had a chance with you.

"You give your attention to people who don't deserve it and then they think they are on the same level as you!" She was the only one who deserved your attention.

"Disgusting... All of them..." How dare they think that they deserve being near you. How dare they think they are good enough to call you theirs...

"They don't deserve you..." None deserve you but her. Only she deserves you... She has been doing her best to make you understand that.

"None of them do" So why don't you understand yet? Why don't you see what she sees? Why do you think others deserve you?

"You know who deserves you?" Maybe you were too naive to understand? Maybe they tricked you into not seeing the truth.

"I do! I deserve you... I only deserve you..." So why couldn't you understand? What else could she do to make you realize that..?

"Remember when we first met? When I first laid my eyes on you?" She remembered it... If she could, she would carve the memory on her skin, so she would never forget it.

"You were there... So perfect... So delicate... So mine..." If only the past her knew how obsessed she would become with you...

"And then, I noticed how close you are to other people.." The fact that she couldn't have you for herself was one of the reasons why she had became like that.

"I tried my best to ignore it all, but it's hard, especially when you can't help but want to take you away" She wanted to take you for herself so much. So badly.

"Just whisk you from those disgusting pieces of shit and keep you to myself..." If only you were more willing to cooperate with her...

"... I understand that you might not feel the same" She wasn't delusional! Of course not! If you felt the same, you would have already snatched her away, right?

"Or at least, not feel the same intensity that I do" But you loved her, right? Maybe not as strongly as her, but you loved her... You had to.

"But I know that if you give yourself to me willingly, we will be happy" They could have been happy. They can be happy.

"We will have everything that we could ever wish" Buttercup will make sure of that. She will make sure that you will be the happiest you can be.

"All you need to do is give yourself to me" Is that so hard? Being hers.. It's not that hard. It doesn't take much to do that...

"Be mine" She could make your dreams come true. She could make you as happy as anything else. You just need to give yourself over to her...

"See no one else" Wouldn't it be a dream come true? To have you only look at her. Only see her... It would be fantastic...

"Hear no one else" You don't need to hear any of the other disgusting voices. You needed to only hear hers... The voice of the woman who loves you the most...

"Be with no one else" Why would you want to be with anyone that wasn't her? Who else would be willing to sacrifice so much for you?

"You need no one when you have me" Why would you need anyone else? What can they offer to you that she can't?

"you should not want anyone else when you have me" She is everything that you might need. She is perfect.

"... Right?" Of course, she was right... She had to be, otherwise, she wouldn't have gotten here, right? If she wasn't loved, she wouldn't had the energy to get here...

"Because.. You love me too" You had to love her... Right? Why else would you be so nice to her... Why else would you be near her so much? You must really love her for that.

"Right..?" Or was she being delusional again? The look on your face... didn't seem that great. Oh no... Was she need to reset again?

Just as she had thought, the look on your face was absolutely horrific. You were scared of her, and slowly stepping away from her.

It didn't take long before you turned around and ran away from her, without even saying anything.

It seemed like you were going to be resetting again

^ Time Skip ^

A small smile appeared on her face. She... wasn't going to mess up anymore. She was going to make sure that everything works out right this time.

She needed to act normal and in her confession, she needed to make sure to not scare you away.

"Oh, hello, Buttercup!" You greeted her the third time, and Buttercup smiled back to you. It was time to play her cards right.

"... Hey! Um... I wanted to tell you something very important" Buttercup said, as you looked at her, smiling, ruffling her hair. As much as she loved your touch, she needed to control herself.

"... I've... I've liked you for a long time" Buttercup said, before taking a deep sigh in. She needed to make sure that she was going to do well..

"... I... I like you a lot.. I've liked you for a long time. You're always so nice to me and... You always make me feel warm and fuzzy... I was wondering if you would want to go out with me?" Buttercup asked, holding back as much as possible.

She decided that quick and gentle was the way to go. And the look on your face proved that she was doing well.

"... I... I like you too, ahah.. I would love to go on a date with you!" You replied, making Buttercup smile.

Little did you know, that now you're never getting rid of this obsessive woman.

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