#//anyway. if you ever wondered where your wishes that never came true went

[keeps-ache]

just finished this one so.. here lol

[vintagepresley]

Reader is elvis’ best friend but he has a crush on her (she does too obviously) but he walks in on her having sex with his new band member. Elvis fires him right then and there basically kicking him out of the room and slams the door gathers the ex band members clothes and throws them out the door. All this occurs while reader is naked covering with a blanket. Elvis walks back over to her and tells her he loves her she says it back so elvis rips the blanket off and fucks her with the built up desire, love passion and slight anger from previous events he just witnessed.

Thank you for the request!! ❤️ This will be fun to write!

THERE'S ALWAYS ME

Elvis was your best friend, the two of you grew up together and were constant in each other's lives, always being there for one another no matter what. You had seen the good, the bad, and the ugly when it came to Elvis and vice versa. You also saw his rise to fame and you couldn't of been prouder of him. But a small part of you was a bit sad because you had feelings you couldn't understand for him, was it a crush? Was it love? You weren't sure, but you also never had the guts to tell him because you didn't feel that he felt the same way, he always treated you like his little sister and he had dated other girls, which you were always jealous of and you had wished he had seen you in that way. But you just felt like he never would. You were his best friend and the was it. You felt that's all you'd ever be to him.

So, when he invited you over to his house to meet his new bandmates, Billy and Scotty, it was no surprise that you instantly had eyes for Scotty, the moment he introduced the two of you, he was sweet and so cute and the entire time Elvis had all of you gathered and introducing them to his parents, Scotty couldn't keep his eyes off you the entire tonight and he thought you didn't notice, but you did because you kept making eyes at him as well. Twiddling innocently with your hands as you swayed back and forth, hiding your flustered face. He was nice distraction for you because that meant you weren't thinking about Elvis, who seemed to have no interest in you. So, thought anyway, he wasn't blind he noticed Scotty and you making eyes at one another all night, but he tried not to let it bother him, he didn't want to seem overprotective or have you know his true intent. So, he ignored it.

As the night went on Scotty somehow had you cornered away from everyone, being super flirty and giving you sweet compliments, that only made you giggle and blush, Elvis was too busy entertaining everyone with stories from on the road to even notice when you and Scotty eventually sneaked off to one of the bedrooms together, the moment the door closed the two of you were all over each other, and he eventually got you into bed with him, you were a bit hesitate about that at first because it was still Elvis' house, but you were so swept away in the moment that the thought only lasted for that second and the two of you trying to be as quiet as possible as you had sex.

After some time Elvis had looked around and noticed that you and Scotty were gone, he furrowed his brow a bit wondering where the two of you went while he wasn't looking and now he was getting a bit angry, because he didn't like the possibility of you alone with him. So, he went searching the house asking everyone if they had seen the two of you and no one having a clue and then he approached Billy hoping he'd know. "Have you seen Y/N or Scotty?" he asked. A smirked formed on Billy's face because he knew exactly where you were, gesturing down the hall. "I saw the two of them sneak off to one of the bedrooms." he said, taking a sip of his drink. Now Elvis was furious when he heard those words. "Thank you." he said, patting Billy's shoulder before he walked down the hall. He could hear the faint sounds of someone moaning, it sounded like you and now he was seeing red. He followed the sounds of your soft moans as he approached the door he listened for a moment, hearing Scotty groan and all his rage and jealous just built up inside of him.

He comes to my house... Fucks my girl.. Asshole..

Elvis nearly knocks the door down with how hard he threw it open, catching you on top of him. "What the fuck, Scotty?!" he growls. You let out a soft squeal at the sight of him. "Elvis, what are you doing?!" you shouted, quickly climbing off of Scotty and covering yourself with the blankets. "Now listen, Elvis, I-" but Scotty didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence because Elvis snatched him out of the bed and was throwing him out of the room, knocking him onto the floor, and gathering his clothes that were on the floor and tossing out of the room. "You're fucking fired!" Elvis yells, slamming the door shut and then turning his attention back on you, and you were holding the blanket against your naked body, silent and a bit scared of what he was going to do.

"How could you do that?" he says as his demeanor softened when he spoke to you. "W-What do you mean?" you asked a bit confused. He let out a soft sigh, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it next to you. "I-I like you, Y/N... No, I'm in love with you. I've always have been in love you." he confesses. You were speechless hearing his words, you always thought he didn't even see you in that way. "I.. Elvis.. I didn't know.. Why didn't you tell me?" you say softly. "I didn't think you'd feel the same way. Do you?" he asked curiously, part of him ready for the rejection. "Elvis, I.. Yes, you don't even know how much I wanted to tell you I love you. I've been so scared to, I love you so much. I've always have." you confessed. His eyes light up at your words and he wanted you more than anything.

You weren't expecting for what he was about to do next, grabbed the blanket yanked it off of you, revealing your naked body to him, you let out a soft gasp and you watched as he stood up now, slipping off his shoes and stripping off his clothes, he leaned down toward you, crashing his lips against yours as he climbed on top of you, kissing you deeply and wrapping one of his hands around your waist, pushing your hips against his, you cupped his face in your hands, kissing him passionately, wrapping your legs around his waist, letting out a soft moan against his mouth when you felt his hard cock pressed firmly against you, all his built of desire and passion for you completely taking control over him. "I'm gonna fuck you better than any man ever could." he mumbled against your lips, a small hint of jealousy still within because of Scotty, that he felt like he needed to insert his dominance.

"Mm.. Fuck me, Elvis, I'm yours." you whispered against his lips, he made you forget all about Scotty. The heat between your legs only having a desire for him, yearning for him, wanting him. He wrapped his hand around his cock, running it up and down your slit, teasing you with his hard member and teasing your entrance before he plunged himself deep inside of you, he was determined to fuck you rough and passionately, as he bottomed out inside of you, holding your waist with one hand and grabbing one of your hands with the other, intertwining your fingers together as he held your hand against the pillows, thrusting himself inside of you rough and steady but with so much passion so you could feel each stroke of his cock that was buried deep inside of you, your face buried against his neck as you moaned out loudly, the sounds of his groans coming out muffled as his face was pressed up against yours, pressing light kisses to it as the two of you moved your bodies together in unison with one another.

"Elvis... Oh my..." but you couldn't even finish your sentence because he was plunging himself further into you, your hands that were intertwined with one another were squeezing tighter together and your reached your other hand up, clawing at his back and holding onto him so tight, your legs squeezing around his waist, he lifted his head up, his groans escaping him softly as he pressed his lips to yours. "I-I love you..." he moaned. You grazed your teeth over his bottom lip, moaning out against his mouth. "I-I love y-you too.." you managed to moan out. His movements were becoming more loving, more tender, more passionately, his thrusts slow and steady, feeling every inch of slowly fucking you, it only caused your eyes to roll back and your back to arch, his lips finding yours again, kissing you deeply, the two of you moaning against each others lips, his tongue slipping pass your lips and tangling with yours as he kissed you sloppily.

He pulled his hand away from yours and now was holding onto your waist with both hands and he lifted you up with him so that you were sitting in his lap, your legs still wrapped around him as he thrusted his hips upwards into you, the two of you making such passionate love, you slipped yours arm his shoulders, your hands tangling in his dark hair, his hands grasping your back as you moved your hips against his, the two of you thrusting against each other in rhythm and your face was buried into his neck, moaning his name uncontrollably over and over as you got pushed further into your orgasm that had built up and was sitting on the precipice and ready to be released, you thrusted your hips quicker against, needing him to scratch that itch within you and you tugged at his hair when you felt yourself reaching it and you could hear his groans growing louder the faster you moved, his lips leaving sloppy kisses against your right shoulder.

The silence of the room now filled with the sounds of your sweaty bodies slamming against one another and your collective moans filling the air and no words were spoke in this moment when the two of you reached your orgasms together and you both held onto each, clawing and scratching at your bodies, breathing heavily as you came together and falling back against the bed together, Elvis still inside of you and on top of you as you rode out your orgasms together, his cum had completely fill you up, you laid there speechless unable to believe what just happened and you felt when he pulled out of you, a small whimper leaving your lips feeling so empty without him. He moved to lay beside you, bringing the blankets up to cover the both of you up.

He slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him and he nuzzled his face against yours, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your lips. You smiled at his tenderness. "T-That was amazing, Elvis..." you beamed. "I told you, baby. I'd fuck you better than any man.. You won't want anyone else." he grinned. You giggled softly at his words, resting your head against his chest as you slipped your arms around him, kissing his chest softly. "You're all I want, Elvis." you mumbled.

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This had it all angst, fluff, SMUT. So cute. ENJOY.

@ilovehobi101 @pennyroyalcreep @infatuatedharleys

[im-poe-dameron]

STRENGTH AMONG STARS | KA'RA (stars)

a/n: i plotted this story in 2020 funnily enough and since then i've been debating on even posting it here. except i loved the idea too much to let it go and i finally began working on it again. so after years of debating, i finally figured why not. i hope you enjoy my darlings.

i don't keep a taglist anymore, but instead i have a library blog.

summary: the guardians of the whills. it is a tale known to few, but a legacy beloved by many. the only one you knew.

word count: 1.5k+

pairing: din djarin x f!reader (force sensitive)

warnings: not explicit, tiny bit of angst.

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One could wonder what a star is made of. Matter? Different pieces of materials all formed together, all combined, working in sync, to bring together the beauty that helps to form and shape the galaxy. That creates parts of the universe as a whole. The small glimmering pieces of light in the night sky that are admired because one can not truly say what they are made of.

Perhaps a wish is to be made on one that falls from that sky, and perhaps it may be granted. One will never be able to unearth the truth of it all, because to do so would be revealing the mysteries of the galaxy.

It was always at night that you sat outside of the temple, eyes trained on the sky, and a wish held in your heart. A routine of sorts that you’d made for yourself, because it kept you busy in a way, even though you had plenty to do. The others would roll their eyes, tell you that wishing upon stars was useless, but they never went against you. Instead, they continued to allow you to sit out there and watch the night sky in hopes that one day you’d join it.

In hopes that one day you’d be among the stars.

“Wishing again I see,” a voice came from behind you.

You didn’t respond, but you smiled instead. He wouldn’t be able to see you smile yet something told you he knew you would anyway. Chirrut sat beside you, his staff resting between his legs as he pointed his head to where he knew the sky was. How he could somehow see without sight amazed you continuously, but he would just tell you that he used the Force to help. That the Force was the one thing that could help.

“What do you wish for this time?” he asked.

Shrugging your shoulders, you focused on the single star that seemed to shine brighter than the others. “To be up there with them.”

He nodded. “To join the stars.”

“Yes.”

“Why is that?” He asked you this every night and your answer always remained the same, but tonight felt different. There was a shift in the air surrounding you, something calling out to you. Unlike before where it remained silent, peaceful, this brought with it the bitter taste of chaos. The lingering fear that things weren’t meant to stay this way for very long.

“I want to know what it’s like,” you whispered. That was true for the most part. You did want to travel the stars, did want to know what it was like to be among them, but you also wanted adventure.

The Temple of the Whills is where you were raised, where you were trained underneath Chirrut to become someone like him. A Guardian of the Whills, protector of Kyber. You were to take over in his spot and while you didn’t mind the duty, while you found peace in the work and pride in the title. You still found yourself longing to be somewhere else; to be something else entirely. Why? You couldn’t say, but it stuck with you day in and day out, until you found yourself outside every night wishing for that exact thing.

“The stars aren’t going to grant you wishes.” He told you out right as always and you knew he did it because you needed to hear it. “Trust the Force young one and you’ll find your path soon enough.”

It rarely made sense to you, why he told you to trust the one entity you couldn’t see or feel, but you didn’t question him about it. He’d been alive longer than you had; seen more than you would probably ever see.

“I thought only Jedi were able to use the Force.” You knew of them, had heard the stories, but you’d never known one personally, never saw how in fact they used the Force. Perhaps it truly was all stories; one’s to keep others hopeful. Or maybe it was the truth, but you’d never be able to find out for sure.

Chirrut smiled. “The Force is all around us, surrounding us. They are able to bend it, use it how they wish, but it is not only specific for them. We as the Guardians of the Whills, the ones who protect the Kyber crystals, depend on it as well. The Force is not a myth as you believe it to be.”

“I don’t think it’s a-”

“But you do. I can tell you do not trust it completely when you should. You, out of everyone in this Temple, should trust the Force.” He tapped his staff on the ground twice drawing your full attention to him. “Many don’t believe in the Jedi’s existence. Do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because they do not see the Force as something that could be real. This temple houses the Kyber crystals, used in creating a Jedi’s weapon, but it also draws a strong connection to the Force. It is why we must believe in it; why we have to see it as vital in what we do.” His words struck something in you that you believed to have been gone. There were reasons in everything, in why you were raised here, why you didn’t know where you came from.

You sighed. “How do I know that this is where I’m meant to be?”

The doubt probably came off of you in waves, letting him know exactly what you were thinking, but there would be no way to push it away. That’s what you’d done for so long; pushed down the feelings of being lost, of wanting more, because you truly believed this was where you belonged. Except every once in a while, when you would stare up at the stars and make your silly little wish, the doubts would return and remind you of where you were.

“We never know where we are meant to be young one.” He stood from where he sat. “Come with me. You have to finish your readings.”

Glancing up to the sky, you focused on the brightest star you always set your sights on. “I wonder what you are.”

You weren’t saying it to anyone in particular, just to yourself. Perhaps that’s all it would ever be to you. A bright star in the night sky that you spoke to in hopes of regaining something back to yourself. In hopes of knowing who you truly were. That shift in the air, in the Force or whatever it was came back to you again. A new feeling of something coming, but you brushed it off, calling it a figment of your imagination.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to believe him, you did. Something else entirely kept you from believing that the stories of the Jedi were real, that they were indeed a part of the reality in which you lived. It was that if they were true, then that would mean they were truly defeated. That there only survived a few. And that is what kept you from believing, from putting your complete faith in it, because you couldn’t understand how.

You asked Chirrut once what happened to them, how they vanished, and he told you the truth. He revealed to you about the horrid order that was set into motion, the one that now left you in a galaxy with no protectors. Although you supposed that you were now one of those protectors. The ones who kept the last piece of the Jedi, the last hope they had, safe from the Empire.

Leaving the outdoors, you re-entered the temple and prepared yourself for the amount of reading that needed to be done. Except there still lingered in the air, in your body that faint tug of something somewhere. Telling you continuously that this would no longer be the same. That the pain, the agony that was endured before this would not cease to end anytime soon. But you pushed it away, and focused on the task at hand.

There was no time for hopes that only lie in the graves of former heroes. No time for the suspicions that plagued you day in and day out, because you wouldn’t be able to do anything about them either way.

Stopping in the archway of the entrance you faced that single lonesome star once more. The one that you felt akin to like an old friend you hadn’t seen in quite some time, and you sighed. Let out the air in your lungs, because you hoped, wished, that would get rid of the feeling that continued to linger in your heart. Perhaps one day you could believe in the Jedi, give yourself a chance to understand that they had to have existed.

A small tender feeling of hope rose in your chest the longer you continued to watch the star. “I am one with the Force...” you paused, turning back to the building, to where your future lay ahead of you. “...and the Force is with me.”

[romanarose]

Forever Young

Marc Spector X Reader

A/n: I am.... so fucking nervous to post thing. Like i feel anxious this is a fic based on a FANTASTIC Moon Boys fic, Limitless by @missdictatorme and i really really hope they don't hate it for think it's weird. I fucking love this fic and im addicted. BUUUUUT it can be read separately as Marc with a pregnant reader.

Anyway, here it it and PLEASE GO READ THE STORY THI IS BASED OFF OF!!!

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Forever young

Forever young

May you stay

Forever young

Marc Spector couldn’t sleep. He went through life pretending he had it all figured out, trying to convince everyone around him that everything was fine. Great, even. Some people saw through it: Layla, Steven, Jake. He wondered if she saw through him. Had he let it slip yet? Had she caught onto the fact he was a disaster, a broken mess of a person? The beautiful woman next to him, she had no idea what he had done and the person he was, yet she trusted him. Would she be here right now, laying in that skimpy nightgown, trusting him with herself and her child? Their child? Tentatively, he put a hand over her stomach, as if doing so would protect their daughter from all the horrors of the outside world. There was a song his dad used to sing to him in Hebrew, he couldn’t remember all there words but there was a line he remembered. “Little one, Somewhere Hangs a crystal ball And a ray of sunshine carefully Approaches Touches it with light And all the fairies Come To your cradle In all the rainbow colors” all the rainbow colors… that’s what he wanted for her, a life filled with color and light.

May God bless and keep you always

May your wishes all come true

May you always do for others

And let others do for you

May you build a ladder to the stars

And climb on every rung

And may you stay

Forever young

They could stay here forever, safe in his little apartment, he’d take care of everything. Take care of them. He knew some other men might laugh at him, laugh at how deeply he had fallen in love with a woman pregnant with another man’s child… but Marc didn’t see it that way, he never had. From the moment he saw her, that was his child, nothing could ever change that, as long as she’d have him. The instinct to protect his girls was feral, primal, an integral part of his core being now. There was so much he wanted for that little girl, so much he wasn’t sure if he could provide, an example he couldn’t be. Steven and Jake were better for that. Steven was kindness, honesty, intelligence. Steven would do anything for anyone at any time, an ameriable trait and something any father would want for his children.But he was also honest, would tell people off if they needed. As much as he wanted to be there to protect her in everything, he knew that wasn’t possible. He wanted her to be able to stand up for herself, to take up space, and not be walked on. As for Jake. Jake was passionate and skillful. Although there was a good few months where Marc was… less than thrilled about Jake, he came to be thankful for Jake’s abilities in both battle and the real world. He could talk his way in and out of almost anything, and fight his way out of what he couldn’t. Latter, Marc really began to admire Jake’s passion. When he loved, as he loved Marc and Steven, he loved hard. That’s how him and Marc found common ground; their love of Steven and desire to keep him safe. 

May you grow up to be righteous

May you grow up to be true

May you always know the truth

And see the light surrounding you

May you always be courageous

Stand upright and be strong

May you stay forever young

Forever young, forever young

May you stay forever young.

To be honest, he was scared shitless. Her and him… they hadn’t talked about Marc’s past. He didn’t really want to, but he was certain Steven would let it slip at some point. Couldn’t keep a secret for the life of him. As much as Steven and Jake insisted he wasn’t, he constantly worried that he was everything his mother said he was. He worried he was his mother. Sometimes, after a long night of drinking and self-hatred, he’ll look in the mirror and see his mom. How can he raise a little girl? How can he be fit to hold that little girl, something so pure and precious and innocent? Will he break her? Will he destroy her the way his mom broke him? Will she see the darkness in him, and hate him in her first breaths?

May your hands always be busy

May your feet always be swift

May you have a strong foundation

When the winds of changes shift

May your heart always be joyful

And may your song always be sung

May you stay forever young

They say kids are good judge of character. What if she cries whenever he holds her? What if she hates him? She’ll know. She’ll know what he’s done. She’ll know the people he’s killed, she’ll know how he fucked over Layla, she’ll know how he didn’t watch out for Randell and how can he protect her when he couldn’t protect Randell? He almost pulled his hand away from her stomach, almost removed himself from holding her when he felt it. A kick. Right where his hand was, he felt a kick, and then another. She was going for a swim in there, it seemed. It was like… it was like she was talking to him. She was here, she trusted him, she was excited to meet him. The love Marc felt in his heart right then? Insurmountable. Right at that moment, he couldn’t imagine how he had gone through life without her, he felt like something had changed in him. She felt him there, she felt his darkness and broken soul, and she loved him anyway. He sat up, watching the movement in his love’s stomach. Marc had been so far removed from his faith, it was a part of his childhood, thus it was something he hid away. But he remembered the words his parents used to say to him, a Shabbat prayer they would say over him and Randell before his death. He couldn’t remember the exact Hebrew, but he could remember the English words, and he could remember the version for girls.

Quietly, with her still kicking and moving and tears in his eyes, he placed his hand over her stomach, hoping he wouldn’t wake her.

“May God make you like Sarah, Rebecca, Rachel and Leah.

May God bless you and keep you.

May God shine His face on you and be gracious to you.

May God turn His face toward you and grant you peace.”

Forever young, forever young

May you stay forever young.

[twistedworld101]

Chapter 8: Saving The Merchant from the Depths

Book 1: The Vengeful Teen

Chapter 8: Saving The Merchant from the Depths

[Main Street]

Azul: Ugh! There’s too many of them! We’ll never defeat them all.

Savannaclaw Student: You’re defenseless without your 2 bodyguards! I’m glad that someone did that.

Pomefiore Student: Yes indeed, I did wish that you’ll pay the price, Azul. And my wish came true thanks to the opportunity by the mysterious student who got them POXED!

Brian: Wait, of course! Azul, I have a plan, but we’re still going to deliver to the Monstro Lounge.

Azul: And what is this plan? Oh! I get it!

Savannaclaw Student: (Angry) Hey! Are you two done squabbling?

*Azul and Brian runs away with the ingredients supplies*

Heartslabyul Student: (Angry) After them!

[Countyard]

Brian: Just a few more steps.

Pomefiore Student: (Angry) You can’t escape from us! Azul!

[Hall of Mirrors]

Azul: Almost there!

*They all went to the Octavinelle mirror and entered the dorm*

[Octavinelle Dorm]

Scarabia Student: Ha! There’s nowhere to hide from us! Hahahaha! Wait a minute.

Angry Mob Of Students: Oh no.

Brian: Oh yeah, we all know that we can’t use our Unique Magic on campus because of the school’s rules, but can use them on our dormitories.

*White parks of magic appeared in front of Brian, and is spinning around*

Brian: It’s time for the waves to come! Riptide Wave!

*Suddenly waves of water appears and splashing away the Angry Mob*

Pomefiore Student: Gah! We’re out of here! Boy, there goes my makeup, I have to put some on again, otherwise my Housewarden will kill me!

Savannaclaw Student: Gah, this stinks! We’ll be back for you Azul, count on it!

*The Angry Mob goes away and still were soaking wet*

Azul: Brian, I’m impressed.

Brian: That was my Unique Magic, Riptide Wave. This magic allows me to summon powerful waves and control water-based spells, I can create tidal waves, surf on them and manipulate water currents with my magic.

Azul: Wonderful, how can I ever repay you?

Brian: Um, we’ll save it in the future, okay?

Azul: Sure, and now where were we? Oh yes, delivering the ingredients!

(Meanwhile behind the corner)

*A shadowy figure was watching the whole thing*

???: Well I’ll be, that was entertaining, and my plan is coming together, but those fools who are investigating are going to ruin everything, and I can’t let anyone ruin my plans. Something must be done, hmm.

[Monstro Lounge]

(After the delivery)

Azul: You two did a good job, bravo!

Jeremy: I’m surprised about the angry mob that wanted revenge on you.

Monty: And I’m surprised of Brian saving you, quite a good plan, luring the angry mob to our dorm and using his Unique Magic against them, quite clever of him. Where is he anyway?

Azul: He said that he’s going to check his family and friends back from his home, The Kingdom of Heroes via his phone.

Jeremy: Wait, The Kingdom of Heroes? Isn’t it a region in our world neighboring the Sunshine Lands, northwest of the Land of Dawning and east of Shaftlands?

Azul: Correct you are.

Jeremy: I never knew he’s from there, it’s so far away from Sage’s Island and from what I hear, it’s near the Island of Woe, the Shroud brothers’ home.

Monty: And you know, I been thinking, who voted Royal Sword Academy over our school? For one thing, I voted for our school to be very honest and I even screenshotted it.

Azul: Yes, but perhaps in the next VDC, our school should win.

Jeremy & Monty: Agree.

{To Be Continued}

[moon-lv3r]

the white hyacinths on the floor (i don’t know what to do) ~ yuzugiri pt 3

🦋 category: angst, hanahaki

🦋 characters: yuzuriha, sagiri,

🦋 summary: in which sagiri tries to find yuzuriha before its too late

part 1 - realisation

part 2 - revelation

part 3 - solution

🦋 warnings: nil

🦋 notes: sorry this took so long !! a lot has happened during my school term. basically i was drowning in a shit load of projects and burned the midnight oil almost everyday towards the end. my mother also decided to kick me out of the house because i wanted to have a late lunch (i was rushing for something) i ended up travelling an hour to a friend's house LMAO

and my dad forced me to apologise to my mom like a week later, despite knowing ONLY my side of the story (my mom didn't want to tell him) and knew it was his goddamn wife's fault but still made me and only me apologise. yeah i am mad at them both, my dad hit me with the "shes your mom" as if i am not their kid

anyways turns out my mom also has some illness that relates to her temper or whatever. shes a bad mom so idc anyways

anyways i finished this story just in time for pride month!!! have fun reading, i stayed up late till 4am 5 nights in a row to complete

 It has been at least a week since Yuzuriha was last seen. No traces of the woman have been found anywhere. It seemed as though she just vanished into thin air, turning herself into a mystery.

  Her intentions were clear, to find someone who would rid her lungs of those impurities. Someone who would help her live… 

  Nobody claimed to have spotted the girl wondering about. Sagiri was beginning to panic, she had to find Yuzuriha before it was too late.

  Before all that was left of her was a floral corpse. A breathless sight of tragedy. 

  They didn’t escape that island for this to happen. They remained alive, and they will stay alive. Sagiri was willing to do anything to ensure that. 

  Yui’s words rang in her mind as she went to the couple’s house after finding the mystery. The potential solution…

  “Perhaps you need to navigate your own feelings as well?”

  What was there to navigate? Haven’t they just been pure friends? It was all purely platonic on Sagiri’s side, was it not? They were always close, clicked, right for each other. 

  She just had to find Yuzuriha. She was afraid.

  What if she found her remains? What if Yuzuriha was too far gone as Sagiri finally reached her? What will she do then? What could she do? 

  Endless pessimism ran rampant in her mind as her actions sprung towards her goal. 

  She had no idea where to start looking for her lost platonic companion. Where has Yuzuriha really gone? The panic in Sagiri rose with each passing second, her stress growing heavier and heavier…

  Her carefully constructed questions led to nowhere in her mind. Few clues presented themselves to Sagiri. She wondered if Yuzuriha had done it on purpose, so that she would not be found. Perhaps Yuzuriha had it all planned out, maybe she knew what she was doing, and she knew she did not want to be found.

  What if Sagiri wanted to find her then, what should she do?

  Perhaps she should start to think like Yuzuriha. What would she do? What would she cover up? Given her condition, what would she do? What was the best course of action she would take? 

  Of course she had to be on her way, looking for someone to rid her of the roots of the problem. How would Yuzuriha start her search? There had to be some hint…

  Walks often led Sagiri back into the abandoned confines of Yuzuriha’s home. Silence was the sole thing that remained in the room. Ever so deafening it was, loudly reminding Sagiri of the impending, potential doom. 

  Time was working against her. Every second she spent, Yuzuriha was closer to death. The final breath that could come any moment. Flowers bloom as doom showers down on them…

  To find Yuzuriha after her final breath was a nightmare Sagiri wished never came true. What would she do if she lost her dear friend…

  They have been friends all this while right…?

  What made Yuzuriha cross the line? Did she willingly cross it? When did she realise? How did she realise? Did she only realise when the flowers were taking over her?

  What did the flowers symbolise? 

  Why the white hyacinth specifically? 

  The flower symbolised love and prayer. The days they had spent praying for each other’s safety while on that island…

  Was that the moment Yuzuriha realised she fell? Because they cared for each other? Sagiri didn’t want Yuzuriha to die, but she did not feel the same feelings as Yuzuriha… Was it even possible to fall for each other like that, they were both girls…

  Sagiri was slowly beginning a spiral down into the core of her emotions. Suddenly all that she knew became unknown. All that she was familiar with suddenly became foreign. All that she believed became a lie. What was in her mind? 

  What was she feeling?

  It felt foreign, yet so familiar? Like something she had been experiencing before, but she had no idea what it was. 

  Would figuring out her emotions now be of any good? Would it help? Surely Sagiri wasn’t lying to herself about her own emotions. She knew what she felt towards Yuzuriha, and it was all but romantic… right?

  She kept asking herself the same questions over and over again, as if it made any difference.   What really was the difference that separated both feelings? How does one realise which one was which? What was the turning point? How does one step across it? How did Yuzuriha allow herself to cross it?   So many questions, and Sagiri had no idea what to do. What could she do? 

  She followed trails of whatever she could find, hoping to hunt down who Yuzuriha decided to visit to drive her away from her impending doom. Some doctor a few villages away… was he that skilled? Sagiri knew she had to be fast, or else Yuzuriha might already be gone. 

  What would be left of her then?

  What would Yuzuriha leave behind?

  That’s it… There was no way Yuzuriha would leave absolutely nothing behind, right? Maybe there was a clue, something Sagiri has missed. The doctor… There had to be something laying somewhere.

  Maybe Sagiri was looking in the wrong place. Maybe it was outside. Surely some trails were left behind for Sagiri to tail. Footprints, whatever. There must be something.

  Sagiri decided on the nearest town to begin her search. If Yuzuriha were to seek a doctor, surely they must be from elsewhere. Why hasn't she thought of this earlier? Something was wrong with her. 

  Sagiri wasn’t usually like this. Maybe she was just stressed out, tired. That must be it.

  She was glad that the journey over to the next town wasn’t a long one, one that didn’t take days. In a few hours, she would be there. If all goes well, she could be able to see Yuzuriha in at least a day. 

  The foreign town bore no sense of familiarity, Sagiri could not sense Yuzuriha. Perhaps she was not here after all.

  She walked about, mingling with the foreign faces. Sagiri didn’t realise that she missed being called Sagirin. It was a silly nickname, one she had missed as time lingered on. 

  As the sun began to set, Sagiri tried to find an inn. She could not just sleep on the streets. The one she found was at the very end of the street, dimly lit, yet it held the most guests out of every inn. 

  Sagiri went in and got herself a room. Her dinner went by silently as well, until the inn owner decided to strike up a conversation with the swordswoman. It was his first time seeing a sword being welded by a woman, so naturally his curiosity was piqued. 

  “A woman doing a man’s job, not easy eh?” The inn owner began.

  Sagiri shrugged, “I don’t find it hard.”

  The struggles she went through flashed in her mind. The hesitation she used to hold before being able to perfect herself. It was never easy, but it never stopped her. The bloodshed was something her eyes had to be used to. The colour red had to be welcomed by her sight everyday. 

  “Why not other jobs? Surely there must be one that is easy for a maiden like you.” The inn owner continued.

  “I’m a maiden that enjoys holding onto a sword,” Sagiri replied. She wanted to change the topic.

  The inn owner laughed, “You know… you remind me of a customer that left yesterday. She’s like you. Kunoichi… whatever. One hell of a woman, that girl.”

  Kunoichi? Yuzuriha?

  This was her chance. She had to use it. To find out where she went. Who knew another clue would fly so easily into Sagiri’s hands? It was almost as though Sagiri was meant to find Yuzuriha. 

  “Was she… by any chance, wearing purple?” Sagiri asked.

  The inn owner nodded enthusiastically, “How did you know?” 

  “Just a guess,” Sagiri replied.

  The inn owner laughed, “You know… that girl did mention a word or two about a samurai. Thought she was talking about a man, guess that's not the case. So… what happened between you two?” The inn owner asked.

  Sagiri went silent. What lie should she say? What would be believable? 

  “We just… uh… fought. Girl stuff. You know… yeah, something like that,” Sagiri stumbled upon her words. 

  “Well I can tell you that she’s off, heading towards a doctor in those dense woods out there. Find her quickly. Navigate those feelings while you’re at it. There’s something you’re not telling me, and her. If you want to fix what’s left, communicate all that you’re hiding,” The inn owner advised. 

  He left her alone after that. 

  Alone with her own thoughts. 

  What was she hiding? Surely Sagiri herself would know. How could everyone around her know she’s hiding something when she doesn’t even know what she's hiding from herself? What was she not realising about herself?

  Was it bad?

  Was it good? 

  That very night, Sagiri watched the ceiling. She laid on the bed. Her mind being endlessly plagued by the words of Yui and the inn owner. Was she overthinking this? Maybe she was underthinking her own emotions. What could she really be hiding from herself?   Or rather… What does she not want to believe about herself? 

  Could she really be in love with Yuzuriha?

  How does one tell the difference between romantic and platonic? 

  How was Sagiri supposed to figure herself out? Was she supposed to just find out as she goes on the damn journey? How does one just… realise it?

  Maybe she just has to look into how she has been feeling all this while? The dread… maybe it would finally tell her something. 

  But what separated it from worrying for a friend? What caused the change? Maybe this was the thing she had to figure out. 

  Figure out her true feelings. Surely that can’t be too hard, she hoped.

  How did Yuzuriha realise her’s?

  The thought of losing her forever, the thought of her never having any more adoration for Sagiri… The thought of seeing Yuzuriha’s corpse… after all that they have been through. The thought that Yuzuriha might just end up different after her surgery…

  All of it.

  It was haunting Sagiri.

 In the deathly silence of the night, where no sounds could be heard, Sagiri’s head was being pounded by her own thoughts. The imaginary noise was draining her. 

  The vague mental image of Yuzuriha… Her eyes soulless. Her hair riddled with mud. Her body laying in the middle of the woods. Her mouth overflowed with white hyacinths. Her limbs twisted, surrounded by vines. Her body being used as a flowery display.

  Yuzuriha being no longer human. Her body not looking humane to the eyes. Resembling the corpses of those who went to the island they escaped from…

  Sagiri was just glad that Yuzuriha only left the inn a day before Sagiri arrived. She was not too late. Maybe the surgery hasn’t started yet.

  The thought of venturing into the woods was beginning to plague her mind.

  Could she really afford to waste time? Laying on the bed, pondering over her emotions? Sagiri was being so irrational…

  She wasn’t like her usual self. The way she was whenever Yuzuriha was around.

  Sagiri wasn’t normal when Yuzuriha was gone…

  Was that it?

  Was that the answer she needed?   The answer has always been there, she just never saw it, did she? But she could always feel it. 

  Maybe she should’ve realised her true feelings sooner. The way she was with Yuzuriha and the way she was around everyone else. It was very telling wasn’t it? The answer has always been in her mind, hasn’t it?

  She can’t just let Yuzuriha go, she had to get her back. It was not too late. There’s still time. The doctor in the woods…

  She needed a map, or at least just some sort of an indicator. She had no idea how the doctor’s even looked. Was it like a little hut? What was she supposed to find? Could she wake up the inn owner and inquire more from him? Would he even help?

  She was all alone on this journey, was she not? 

  The first thing she was going to do the moment the sun rose was to find Yuzuriha. She would hunt her down, no matter what it takes. She will find her, before the surgery. 

  Sagiri finally realised all that she felt.

  It’s clear to her now. 

  She figured out most of it. 

  She has the answers, and it can help Yuzuriha. 

  The morning sun arose as Sagiri got ready to set out. She was not going to let a single drop of the sunlight go to waste. She was determined. Yuzuriha was not going to die, nor will she rid herself of the flowers feeding off her feelings. 

  Each step brought forth uncertainty. She did not know what to expect, most importantly, she did not know her entire way. She had stolen a map before leaving, but was that really going to help her?

  Rumours in the town have it that some mysterious doctor stays in a little hut in the middle of the woods. That was all that she knew. 

  Would she reach in time? She sure hoped so. 

  The tree branches blocked off some of her source of light, the shadows stayed on the ground. The light and dark remind her of the two possibilities.

  Seeing Yuzuriha, and her still having the light in her eyes.

  Seeing Yuzuriha, but her eyes being empty, dark and soulless. 

  The two outcomes.

  What if Yuzuriha never even made it to the doctor’s and died on her way? There were so many possibilities…

  What if the doctor didn’t even exist?

  Sagiri was already on her way, she could not just stop now. She could only continue, she could only hope. It was all that she had

  Please… Yuzuriha… Be safe.

  The same thought repeated itself in her mind.

  She hoped that Yuzuriha wouldn’t die in her arms. Her blood dripped on the ground below them… the white hyacinth she had been coughing up in her hands, tainted with her own blood…

  A sight Sagiri hoped will never come true. 

  The path she was on, she could only hope it was leading her to where she wanted to go. Leading her to Yuzuriha. 

  The deeper she was in the woods, the more nervous she grew. Her palms increased in sweat as the overwhelming sense of uncertainty washed over her mind. Sagiri could not let those negative feelings take over her mind, she had to maintain her confidence. Yuzuriha had to be safe. 

  The morning sun grew brighter, the path luminating before her very eyes. She was getting closer and closer to her goals. 

  Each and every step brought her closer and closer. Soon she would be there, standing right before the answers she had been waiting for. Everything she would ever need.

  Yuzuriha…

  She would soon be there… Please Yuzuriha just be alive. Be safe…

  That was all Sagiri requested. 

  She could see smoke rising above the trees, a sign of life amidst the trees. That was it, the hut, the doctor.

  Yuzuriha. 

  Sagiri ran towards the source. Her eyes remained fixed on the smoke, hoping that she was on the right track. She was getting closer and closer. Her heart thumped against her chest, excitement, fear, anxiety ran rampant in her mind.

  There was no backing out, not that she intended on doing so anyway. Sagiri finally found what she was searching for. She just hoped that she was not too late.

  The hut was situated in a clearing. It seemed normal, does not look like somewhere a doctor would be at, much less a place for a surgery to take place. Was she at the wrong place? This place seemed to accommodate all of the rumours about the doctor… Sagiri decided to take her chances. 

  It was peaceful however, quiet and away from all of the people. She wondered if that was why the doctor chose to be away. Maybe the doctor just wanted a peaceful life. 

  Sagiri approached the hut, stopping right in front of the door. Her hand outstretched, ready to knock. Hesitation stopped her. What if this wasn’t the right hut? What should she even say if this was the right one? 

  At this stage, what did she have to lose?

  She knocked.

  An old, short man with an overgrown beard answered the door with a smile. “How may I help you young lady?” 

  Sagiri took a deep breath. What was the worst that could happen? “Are you a doctor? I am looking for someone.”

  The old man nodded his head, seemingly understanding of the situation. He said nothing, except for motioning for Sagiri to enter his cosy confines. 

  “I understand now,” the old man answered as he shut the door.

  Sagiri turned around to face him, “Understand what?”

  “Come out girl,” the old man announced.

  A door beside the kitchen opened. An all too familiar face revealed herself to Sagiri. She was wearing a robe, with a cheeky smile plastered over her face.

  Yuzuriha.

  “Why did her flowers disappear on their own overnight. Her white hyacinths and coughing fits ended,” the old man announced. “We still have the hyacinths from previous fits if you’d like to see.”

  Sagiri frowned, “Her flowers are gone?”

  The old man nodded, “The cause of the flowers is unrequited love. I guess it’s returned now. I’ll let you two talk.”

  The old man took his cane and slowly walked into the room beside the one Yuzuriha exited from. The two girls shared an awkward glance before Yuzuriha sat down beside Sagiri.

  “How did you realise that I am the most amazing girl on earth and that you can only fall for me?” Yuzuriha teased with a grin. 

  Sagiri sighed, “I hear one more word from you and it’s going back to unrequited feelings.” 

  “You really want me to die huh,” Yuzuriha laughed. 

  Yuzuriha was having horrible coughing fits the night before. She doubled over in pain as she puked blood alongside the damn white hyacinth. She didn’t even know if she could live until the very next morning. Even the doctor was worried, but he could only start the surgery the next afternoon when he received his new equipment from a delivery.

  Suddenly she woke up feeling perfectly fine in the morning. She was confused. Yuzuriha had multiple thoughts in her mind as she realised what her state was. She had thought that Sagiri was dead, for some reason.

  It wasn’t until she saw Sagiri right before her eyes that she finally realised what happened.

  “I really do like you… Yuzuriha. The thought of seeing your dead body… just you being gone. Or our relationship being different after your surgery… I don’t know, I just… can’t handle it…” Sagiri began, clenching her fists, her eyes failing to meet Yuzuriha’s.

  Yuzuriha laughed, “You would never lose me. That’s silly, I am right here Sagirin. There’s nothing to worry about. I’m… glad you’re here.”

   Sagiri threw her arms around Yuzuriha, embracing her in the tightest, loveliest hug that Yuzuriha has ever felt in her life. “I am just glad you’re alright… You’re safe…” Sagiri cried.

  “You really missed me that bad huh,” Yuzuriha hugged back, wiping away some of Sagiri’s tears. 

  Sagiri gave a small nod.

  “I won’t lose you again I promise. I won’t let you run off like that again.”

[cybermoonmoon]

FB chat with a former listener 'Chris Wedl' to my old radio programs. Hello Chris Wendl. I just received a friend request from your page, asking if this is actually from you. Be well.

Hi Uncle Sidney... you don't know me, but I used to listen to you on BAI during those dark post-9/11 years when WNYC drove me away by cutting out the music, and I felt angry about that, and about violence and jingoism and unnecessary wars... and what could be better for feeding anger than WBAI? Except your show wasn't angry, it was actually uplifting (for those of us who enjoy sarcasm and irony). I was a grad student at the time, so the 1am time slot was perfect for me. The shows I listened to religiously were yours, MORC (I just recently discovered that Bill Weinberg still has a podcast), and Weaponry. I moved away from NYC in 2004 and have wished ever since that I still had the chance to listen to your program once a week. I hope you're doing well.

Hello Chris. Of course we can be friends. I knew there was a listener out there...so it was you! True the station went grim. A few of us tried to keep our humanity...basically by laughing. Sadly, Tom left us 11 years ago, many have left. I retired 10 years ago. Did a pod a few years. Now this and I appear on local radio now and then. Thank you for remembering. I was on air for 34 years. Like I tell my old radio friends '...it was like a long, strange dream'. ...it wasn't but still. I'm impressed at where you are and what you're doing. Hope I helped when you were a student. We have more effect on the world than we know. Which is why we must always be aware and create for the good. Thank you for being out there and welcome to whatever it is I'm doing now. Be well be kind be wise.

"We have more effect on the world than we know"... quite true. Btw, I also was on the radio for a few years, in my youth... WHRB, Harvard radio. I did classical music and some studio engineering. There was a kind of mentor figure there, a native Bostonian named David Elliott, who had been an undergraduate in the 60's and somehow never left the station (we always figured he must be independently wealthy, but no one knew for sure... no one gets paid for working at WHRB).

At a station where most people don't stay more than 4 years, he was the main source of institutional memory and accumulated wisdom. As part of his standard training regime, he gave us a quote that stuck with me, though I can only reproduce it approximately -- I think it came from Edward R. Murrow originally: something like "as broadcasters, we must guard against the temptation to believe that the microphone in front of us makes our words more important than anyone else's". Something many people on BAI should be taking to heart. Anyway, yeah... the internet told me that Tom Wisker is gone now, I miss him too. Glad you're still around!

Hi Chris and thanks for your thoughts and kindness. Tom. He was a very dear kind funny brilliant and wise friend for many years we miss we all miss his unique soul very deeply. As for matters temporal. Indeed Mr. Murrow was most correct. When I taught new producers, I'd take them up to the station's roof. It had a view of the whole City. A wonder an Emerald City. I told them when on the air the were speaking to all they saw and beyond. Their voices were being heard by more than their friends or interest groups. With this dramatic back drop I tried to explain gravity of their responsibility to the truth and objectivity. As always mixed results. Some went on to fine broadcast or arts careers some politics. Two became representatives in State governments. Vermont and New Hampshire. Sadly, as we know others became entrenched in extremist ideologies. A teacher can only guide nudge and hope. I'm sure you're finding this out. However, we must continue in hope. Right, I'm giving sermons...a habit as you remember. A very Happy Holiday Season to you and yours. Be well be kind be brave.

Well yes, I miss your sermons, that's why I reached out.

Take care!

[mychemical-overload]

First, let me just say that I am not writing this out of jealousy. Just hear me out.

Just like you, I once fell for him. I was never warned, never given even the smallest slice of the truth. 

He's so handsome, so charming, so sexy.

He makes you feel amazing, like no man ever has.

He's sweet, gentle, thoughtful, romantic. He puts you first. You feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

But I promise you, sooner than you can imagine, things are going to change.

He will slowly stop responding so quickly to your texts, and eventually, many texts will go unanswered.

He will start forgetting to ask you how your day was, and won't show as much interest when you tell him anyway.

He won't remember the small details about the things that you say like he used to, because he will stop listening at least half of the time; sometimes more.

You will go from feeling on top of the world to wondering why you're so unimportant to him; why he doesn't care just a little bit more.

You will cry in front of him, and sometimes, he will feel guilty. He will make you a bunch of promises saying he will change, but he never really will.

You will begin to catch him in even the smallest of lies, but when you call him on them, you're just "crazy."

You will begin to feel alone, wondering where the man of your dreams went.

You will ask him a million times what happened to him, why he switched up. He will respond with a list of excuses; it's because you ask too much of him, or you're imagining things because he hasn't changed at all.

Though you will feel deep sadness, something about him will be so addicting, it feels impossible to let him go.

You'll talk to your family and your close friends. They'll tell you he's an asshole and you deserve better.

You won't listen, even though you know it's true.

It could take months or maybe even years before you finally take that big step, and by then, it will be too late.

You will not come out of the relationship the same way that you came in.

You will be damaged.

You will have new insecurities and recognize flaws that you never did before.

You will be scared to trust anyone again, scared to put your heart in someone else's hands again.

You will feel broken.

And you know what will make it worse? He will act like it doesn't bother him.

This will drive you crazy, and before you know it, he'll be onto the next one.

He has walls higher than the sky, and he will drag you straight through the mud to avoid breaking them down.

Save yourself the heartache.

I wish I could make you listen to me, but I know you will have to learn for yourself.

And when you're lying on the floor, heart shattered in a million pieces, just know that it is not your fault.

You do deserve better, you deserve more.

We all did.

[theimportance-ofbeing-earnest]

A Letter to Harvey Milk

Dear Harvey Milk,

You don’t know me, but I know who you are. Sort of. I never learned about you in class, but I did try and teach myself about you. I must say, I agree with you on a lot of things. Especially on your stance as to people having a safe environment. I guess you could say a lot of your dreams came true. Gay marriage being one of them. Sadly, we’re still working on the others. Nowadays the government (basically the president) wants to take away the fact that gay couples can adopt children. I wish you were here. You’d probably try and fight back the fact that the government’s being controlling now more than ever. I’m guessing you want to know about what happened after you were assassinated. Well, in the 80s Ronald Reagan (yes, the actor) was elected president twice. Once in ‘81 and again in ‘85. Nothing good (towards the LGBTQ+ community) happened. It was mainly good towards other people. The Berlin Wall was torn down, and the threats/fears of a nuclear war went down. But for gay men and women? He did nothing except use his old fashioned ways to better himself. I’m guess you’re wondering why? Well, there’s this virus that can start off as HIV (Human Immunodeficiency Virus), and AIDS (Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome). HIV starts off as flu like, but can symptoms can go undetected for years. In ‘82, Reagan met a reporter who said, “well, what if I got infected?” Reagan just laughed like it was no big deal. Later on, we found out that the reporter was infected. Anyway, this is/was a common illness for gay men and women (at the time), and is/was incurable. (It still is, but there’s medicines you can take.) I just wish you were there to tell them what to do. Although, I do know a good friend of yours (Cleve Jones) did do a very good thing for HIV/AIDS victims and their families. You never got the story on Ryan White. Well, he was a teen who got AIDS through infected blood, and later had the infected blood injected into him. You’re probably wondering why it wasn’t looked at. Well, at the time, technology wasn’t that advanced. He created a “quilt”. It was a thing full of names of those who were either affected or dead. Even lesbians attended funerals for all the gay teens who died from AIDS. Things were like this for a good 20 years. Now, there’s medications you can take, but it’s incurable.

The new “president” has been horrible. He’s not just an idiot, he’s uneducated businessman who’s businesses have been bankrupt more times than I can count. He’s also homophobic. Just like his VP. His VP is a big fan of ECT for LGBTQ+ people. Besides, just last year, “transgender” was taken off the list of mental illnesses in the U.S. That’s just sickening.

Harvey, I know you’re gone, but you aren’t forgotten. I know you wouldn’t agree with any of this. I just wish you were here to see it. Why must we advance so much, just to go back to the beginning? Why must hate be the driving force? Why must we hate each other, rather than love one another? Why are people, who don’t want to be in the closet, be shamed for coming out? Why must everything go right, only to go back to being wrong again? Why must people attempt/go through with killing people like me? Why is society so screwed up? Where’s the “decent society”? These are the questions I ask with everyday and every night. I wish you could answer them. Harvey, wherever you are, I hope you’re doing okay. I hope you’re not facing any of this. I hope you’ve finally found that “decent” society. I hope your life, be it afterlife, is a lot better than mine.

Sincerely, a trans/gay teen who has to live in such a world like this. But has you for a role model.

[sluttywonwoo]

take it off || k.mg x reader

Pairing: mob!mingyu x fem reader

Summary: as much as you hate to admit it, jealousy looks good on your fiancé 

Warnings: swearing, light smut (18+)

Word Count: 1.8k

a/n: reworked this old blurb originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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“Mingyu, slow down,” you said with a sigh, trying not to roll your eyes.

“What was he thinking?” Mingyu spat, not acknowledging what you had just said. He gripped the steering wheel even harder.

You watched as his knuckles began to turn white and rubbed his arm soothingly. “Baby, take a deep breath. Relax.”

He just shrugged you off and cursed at the car in front of him.

“Don’t fucking tell me to relax.”

“It’s not a big deal, Gyu.”

He actually turned his head towards you and looked at you this time. “You’re joking.”

You shrugged sheepishly. “I’ve had worse.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

You winced, knowing you’d probably made it worse and that Mingyu was likely now picturing the grimy hands of ill-intentioned strangers all over your body.

“I should have him killed,” he snarled.

To most, that threat would sound completely ridiculous or utterly insane, but your fiancé was the head of the Seoul mob-the South West branch anyway- and he was no stranger to violence. Having someone killed would be as easy as snapping his fingers.

You scoffed to call his bluff.

“You think I won’t?” he challenged and you groaned.

“You promised you were done with that.”

It’s true, one of the conditions of your engagement had been that Mingyu agree to put the more sinister side of his business to rest, and although you trusted him, in all honesty, you weren’t sure how well he was upholding his end of the deal.

“I’d make an exception.”

“Well don’t. I don’t want some poor guy’s blood on my hands.”

At that, the car screeched to a stop right in the middle of the freeway. The cars behind you honked and flashed their lights at Mingyu as they maneuvered to avoid a collision.

You huffed in frustration, wanting to bang your head against the dashboard. This was exactly why you didn’t like for Mingyu to drive himself: he pulled dangerous shit all the time like this. Literally, all of his other men had drivers who took them places and you desperately wished Mingyu would hire someone, but he insisted that it was safest if he was the one driving (yet here you were in the middle of the highway).

“You could’ve fucking killed us!” you shouted, more annoyed than anything.

Mingyu took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. But y/n, he’s not just some poor guy.”

“He was trying to get a rise out of you, Gyu. He fucking hates you, of course, he’d go after me, and he was drunk.”

Mingyu narrowed his eyes at you, foot still pressed firmly on the brake. “That’s not a fucking excuse, you of all people should know that. Why are you trying to defend him?”

“I’m not trying to defend him, I’m just saying he doesn’t deserve to die. Can we please just get home?”

Mingyu relented and put the car back into motion making you breathe a sigh of relief.

Even though he didn’t say anything else you could tell his mind was still going a thousand miles a minute. You watched him chew at his lip in silence and wondered what was going on in that beautiful head of his. Nothing good, you could be sure of that.

Mingyu’s mind was darker than most. Occupational hazard. He carried so much pain that you hadn’t known about when you first met him. He’d let you in slowly, keeping you at arm’s length for months, until he almost lost you. And then he knew he couldn’t keep things from you anymore. It was still a challenge to understand his thought process sometimes, but you liked it that way. How could a ruthless, power-hungry mobster also be the most loving, family-oriented person you’d ever met in your life? How could someone who dropped a grand on a dinner like it was nothing secretly rather spend one more night picnicking with crappy Chinese food on the bedroom floor in your old apartment? You couldn’t think of an answer, and you didn’t want to.

The guy at the bar tonight had been some rival of Mingyu’s. You hadn’t seen him before, but you could tell because when Mingyu got up to get the two of you more drinks he swooped in and laid it on heavy. He looped one arm around your waist and placed his other hand on your knee and began attempting to seduce you. Sure, you were uncomfortable but more than anything you were angry. And tired. Tired of being used as bait, something to get to Mingyu.

You didn’t want to make a scene so you listened to the asshole talk about how much better he’d treat you than Mingyu until your fiancé eventually returned with your drinks in hand, face beet red, eyes dark with anger.

The man, you never caught his name, left the bar with a broken nose. Mingyu left with bruised knuckles. You’d thought it would end at that, but of course, once Mingyu got started it was hard for him to stop. It was a gift in the bedroom, but a curse in the rest of your life.

Then, so softly you almost didn’t hear it, Mingyu broke the silence in the car and said “I know what he said to you,” and it all clicked.

Normally, a hand on your shoulder, thigh, ass was enough to set Mingyu off, but combine that with the filthy words he’d undoubtedly overheard spilling from the man’s lips… no wonder all he could see was red.

“Mingyu, I-“

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to start something.”

“Start something? Is that true? Or do you think he’s right?”

“No, of course not.”

“Do you think he can satisfy you better than I can?”

“Mingyu!”

“Well do you?”

You shook your head and rubbed your thighs together, fighting a shiver. As irritating as Mingyu’s jealousy could be, the effect it had on you was even more infuriating. The man could already turn you on without doing anything and whenever he started acting a little jealous it was game over for you. It was pathetic, really.

“Why the fuck did he even think it was okay to look at you, let alone touch you?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged finally settling in to play the game. “These big dudes with huge muscles just think they can have whoever they want.”

Mingyu whipped his head back towards you. “What did you say?”

You ignored him. “I mean he definitely wouldn’t be as good as you, but he could do some damage.” Mingyu was full-on glaring at you now, and you wanted to tell him to keep his eyes on the road, but you couldn’t give up so fast. “I mean, just one of his hands could probably wrap around my whole neck. Like they were giant, and you know what they say about guys with big hands-“

“Do you think this is funny?”

Any sane person wouldn’t even think about taunting Mingyu like this, not with his reputation, but you couldn’t be sane to be with someone like Mingyu anyway, and besides, you knew he was a big softie at heart.

“A little,” you admitted. “You look really hot right now.”

He really did. His hair was tousled with silver highlights from the moonlight streaming in through the windshield, his tan skin was flushed with adrenaline, and his white button-up was unbuttoned just a few times to show off his collarbone. You bit your lip. You were so fucking weak.

“That’s not going to work.”

“No?” You quirked an eyebrow and leaned over the console to see that he was already more than half hard in his dress pants. “Because it looks like it’s working.” You reached over and began to palm him through his trousers, smirking when he cursed and rolled his neck at the contact.

“Y/n, if I have to pull over, you’re not going to be able to walk for the next week.”

Oh no, that’d be horrible you thought to yourself and rolled your eyes. He had to know that’s what you secretly wanted, right? Right? Why were men so stupid?

Either way, you took your hand back and moved it up under the hem of your dress to where you were feeling a little desperate for some friction. You sighed deeply when you rubbed yourself over your panties, not even surprised at how wet you were.

“Fuck,” you hissed out and hiked your legs up onto the seat so you could give Mingyu a better view.

“Stop that.”

He said it so forcefully that you froze, fingers hovering over your panties, about to pull them to the side. Then you smiled.

“No.” You went ahead and did it anyway, slipping two fingers inside of yourself easily.

You weren’t one to defy Mingyu often, especially when it came to what he asked of you in the bedroom, but you knew how crazy it drove him and just couldn’t resist.

Mingyu groaned, trying and failing to maintain an angry expression. His eyes betrayed an absolutely sinful lust that made you want to melt and you wished more than anything he’d just pull the fucking car over.

“Fuck, Gyu,” you gasped, “I wish these were your fingers, you’re so good with your fingers.”

“Yeah? You sure you wish they’re my fingers? Not someone else’s?”

You shook your head vigorously. “Never. You’re the only one who knows how to make me cum that hard.”

“Is that what you want? To cum hard?”

“God, yes,” you moaned, pumping your fingers in and out of you faster.

“Take off your dress.”

“What?” you weren’t sure if you’d heard him right, you were still driving down the highway after all.

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

Not wanting to push your luck any further you didn’t hesitate to listen this time and pulled the loose fabric up and over your head.

“Good girl,” he praised and you whined. You were still wearing your bra and underwear and as much as you’d love to flash oncoming traffic, you hoped Mingyu wouldn’t ask you to take them off.

“You can touch yourself,” he said and you complied, knowing it was more of an instruction than an allowance.

It felt good, really good, but you still wished it was him instead of you.

“Fuck, darling you look so beautiful like that, God, I can’t believe I get to marry you.”

“If, you stop, killing people,” you managed to get out through gritted teeth and Mingyu laughed.

“I’m not going to kill him, baby. I made a promise. You’re too important to risk losing, even if he is a fucking prick.”

You whimpered, the mixture of complete head-over-heels love you felt for Mingyu and pleasure making you crumble.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he said, reaching over and taking you by the wrist, stalling your movements just as you were about to fall over the edge. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget you ever met that asshole.”

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Hi! So, I absolutely love your series where the MC is the kid of Lucifer, and I was wondering if I could request that with Diavolo and Barbatos? •v•

:0 you definitely can! Right now I’m just doing Diavolo, but Barb’s will be up sometime soon!

MC is Half Demon and Oh Shit They’re Diavolo’s Kid-

Diavolo wasn’t exactly what one would expect of the prince of Hell, I mean, he was suppressing the urge to bounce in his seat from pure excitement. I mean, his exchange program was starting! Humans, demons, and angels, all together, his dream was coming true.

All that was left was for the student to arrive, the portal opened, and the human fell flat on their back. Oof, maybe Diavolo should have set up some kind of landing zone filled with pillows. No matter! The human was-

…

What peculiar eyes this human had…

Oh… oh dear…

Dad-volo

The MC was his child, no question about it. This was… very unexpected. Well, the entire assembly hall was completely quiet, and the kid looked like they were getting impatient.

“HEY! Mind telling me what the hell is going on?!”

After that, Diavolo launches into his explanation, also the explanation that he’s definitely this kid’s dad. Kid was not impressed, they tried to square up with Diavolo and Lucifer had never been more confused as to what to do.

Well, the moment MC sprouted wings and launched themselves at Diavolo, Dia caught them with one hand and continued speaking like nothing happened.

MC, please calm down… Diavolo didn’t know they existed, let him make it up to them! They’re going to stay at the Demon Lord’s Castle! Dia’s going to be a good dad!

“This feels like the plot to the world’s most messed up fairytale.” MC jammed their hands into their pockets and grumbled. “I get sucked into hell and find out I’m royalty there. Great.”

Diavolo managed to smile and awkwardly reach out to give them a pat on the head, then retracted his hand after the kid shot him a glare. “Well, it’s not a very traditional fairytale, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy your time here.”

“Mm, sure.” MC mumbled.

Okay, so his child wasn’t that enthusiastic about the exchange program, but Diavolo was sure they’d come around.

Dia tried everything he could possibly think of to get his kid to both like him and enjoy their time as an exchange student. A lot of things had… mixed results.

Also, legally recognizing MC as his child and legitimizing them caused a big stink amongst the nobles who were opposed to the exchange program to begin with. So MC then had to deal with a few assassins. Wonderful. Fantastic. Show stopping. Dia, be a good dad and comfort your angsty murder target- I MEAN preteen.

They do manage to build a good relationship fairly quickly despite their less than stellar first impressions, and Diavolo made them a promise that he knew he wouldn’t ever break: he would let them live as normal a childhood as possible.

This means that MC gets to do all the normal kid stuff that Diavolo wasn’t allowed to do. It honestly works out great for everyone. MC gets to live their life, Diavolo gets the satisfaction of knowing that his kid’s having fun, and Barbatos doesn’t need to worry about MC causing chaos in the castle.

Man… does this kid’s magic potential scare the shit out of everyone though…

Tired Uncle Lucifer

No. This has to be a violation of his worker rights. It cannot be legal for him to be this stressed.

He knew this exchange program was a bad idea. LUCIFER FUCKING KNEW IT. This kid was judging him. Why did he suddenly feel self conscious about every single one of his features? This child was picking him apart and they hadn’t even said anything!

He confiscated Asmo’s phone immediately, this was a matter of national security! Satan’s too! Beel as- oh shit Lucifer may have to give Beel the heimlich maneuver, then take his phone.

When all the brothers eventually got back to the HOL, they were greeted with Mammon getting shaken down by Levi.

“Lucifer! Ya won’t believe this! Levi- what’s wrong with you?” “The exchange student is Diavolo’s child.” “What..?” “*pops the cork off a bottle of Demonus* the exchange student’s Diavolo’s child.”

The worst part about this kid was that they took to the privileges of being royalty like a fish to water. MC went out and did whatever the fuck they wanted, and Lucifer needed to make sure a state of national emergency wasn’t called just because MC picked a fight at RAD.

It didn’t help that MC was just so unimpressed with Lucifer. Anytime Lucifer would tell them not to do something they would just raise their eyebrows and challenge his authority without saying a word.

What the fuck.jpg

The things he does for his prince boyfriend…

Cool Uncle Mammon

Huh, so this little pipsqueak is Lord Diavolo‘s kid? Hm, do ya think they’d let him into the royal treasury? No? Okay… lame.

Mammon then decides this kid would be just perfect for scamming people! Who is going to say no to the Crown Prince’s kid? A suicidal person, that’s who!

And the kid is… up for it? Wow, Mammon didn’t even have to grovel! Awesome!

It’s such a shame that Lucifer came in and promptly removed MC from Mammon’s presence. Tsk, killjoy…

Mammon and MC do get along swimmingly after MC stops angsting. Whenever they hang out it’s pure chaos.

And they would have gotten away with it too- wait, they do get away with it. Because who’s going to question the Crown Prince’s kid? >:)

Reclusive Uncle Leviathan

Levi was in the middle of throttling Mammon for his money back when Lucifer burst through the door looking like he had spent over 1000 Grimm on a gacha game only to not get the card he wanted.

And where was that human he said would be staying with them? Huh? The human’s HUH????!!!!

… wack. Maybe he shouldn’t have skipped out on that Student Council Meeting…

Either way, ew, new person he needed to talk to. NO THANKS. Well, no thanks until MC started to visit the HOL to hang out with Mammon. Of course those two normies decided to bug him. OF COURSE.

Levi finally snapped when MC loudly proclaimed that they could totally beat Levi in Mario Kart. Haha, NO. Levi challenged the little runt to a 1 v 1 race on Rainbow Road.

Kid lost. Obviously. Rainbow Road is rigged.

Honestly, kid’s alright. Still a total normie, but not completely terrible.

Cat Uncle Satan

Huh, a half human child of the soon to be demon king, how very interesting.

Oh, and just look at Lucifer’s face. :D priceless. Satan wished he was fast enough to get his DDD out to snap a picture, but he wasn’t able to…

But back to MC, oh how very intriguing. How much power do they have in comparison to Diavolo? Will using that power rip their fragile little body apart? Would they learn to control it? Satan was just dying to find out.

His feelings on the child themselves were mixed at best. They were clearly unhappy with the situation and Satan could sympathize, being thrust into a completely new world and then being told you can’t leave and are also royalty? That has to be hard. But this kid was still being an unreasonable little shit.

Satan continued to try and study MC from afar until the kid themselves walked right up to him and half demanded half pleaded for his help in studying for a test.

Not being one to avoid an opportunity to flex how smart he is, Satan agreed to help out. (Nerrrrd)

And honestly, it went well. When the kid wasn’t being a little shit, they were actually quite pleasant to be around.

Overly Affectionate Uncle Asmo

…wut

Listen, when Asmo asked Lucifer to pick a cute human, he didn’t mean cute as in CHILD.

This kid was DIAVOLO’S?! What lucky human had gotten to have the experience of [Jesus Fucking Christ, Asmo I’m not writing what he said for the sake of the nation]

Anyhoo~ little MC just made his heart go “SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SO CUTE!” They were so cute Asmo could just eat them up!

But they were so mean! That scowl they always had on was going to give them wrinkles and ruin their perfectly cute face!

Sigh, oh well. He can’t manually rearrange people’s expressions. What he can do is take this child shopping. Poor Diavolo was constantly in his RAD uniform, this poor innocent baby shouldn’t have to suffer the same fate.

The kid continued to scowl at everything, but at the same time, their little quips were very entertaining. This little kid spitting verbal venom at anyone who displeased them reminded Asmo of someone… he just couldn’t place who, but they definitely had amazing hair and a cute face :3

Hungry Uncle Beel

Where’s the takeout- I mean human? What’s happening? …are all humans this small? Dang, that’s barely enough for a snack.

So the human’s not going to live with us because they’re not fully human and Diavolo’s kid? Huh. Wild. Anyway, what’s for dinner?

Beel’s not too invested in this drama, he misses Belphie too much to be that interested…

The kid’s weirdly interested in how cool and strong Beel is though. MC tails him to the gym pretty often.

Diavolo and Beel already being gym buddies send tweet-

Since this benevolent little shit likes Beel so much, they decided to take it upon themselves to help with the family drama.

Beel finds that very sweet 🥺

Murder sleepy Uncle Belphie

Oh man… if you thought Belphie was being unfair to L!MC due to their parentage… hoo boy…

When this kid waltzed up the attic steps like they ran the place, Belphie needed to hold himself back from trying to break down the door and throttle this kid.

Pff, of course Diavolo would have a half human kid. Of course.

…kid beat the shit out of him when he tried to kill them. We stan this MC.

After all is said and done, Belphie still isn’t overly fond of MC. They’re brash and rude and only funny 40% of the time. They don’t even like napping 😒

But Beel likes the little runt, so Belphie and MC put up with each other.

Bonus! Your Angelic Uncle Simeon’s Chihuahua

:0 friend!

MC: *speaks*

>:0 not friend! Begone! *throws crucifix*

[xtrafluffyteddy]

Pearlescent scales

Pairing: Eddie munson x mermaid!reader, platonic Steve harrington x reader

Mentions: a little blood, cursing, fluff fluff fluff

Imagine your a mermaid who’s never seen a human before but has always been curious also I just love mermaids man also reader kinda sees Dustin as their son

You had always been more curious then your shoal mates always wanting to explore and discover much to the annoyance of your best friend Steve

You had pleaded with him to come explore an old pirate ship that had sunk to the bottom of the ocean wanting to collect any treasure you could to add to your growing collection

Of course steve being the ever responsible one says nope and warns you against going

Do you listen? Nope the moment you get the chance your off towards the ship excitement coursing through your veins

That’s when you saw it a huge dark looming shadow moving towards you from above you could hear the muffled voices of someone barking orders figuring out that said shadow wasn’t a whale or shark but a huge pirate ship

Hellfire was carved into the side of the newish ship who’s crew was rushing around preparing to anchor for the night.

There stood at the helm looking over the vast sea was none other than captain Edward “The freak” Munson he was always the talk of the town when he brought his ship to port rumors of him being a devil worshipper and a cultist spreading like wildfire no matter where he went was any of it true? No was he gonna correct anyone? Also no, he liked the way people would steer clear of him

When you had breached the surface of the waves you looked up in awe at the ebony ship shocked by the sheer size of it having never seen a none sunken ship you had wanted to move closer but the moment you were about to Eddie spots you blinking once to see if you were real only to result in him catching the fins of your tail disappearing beneath waves

You had left vowing to come back later on in the evening when you wouldn’t be spotted Eddie’s face filling your mind as you swam back towards your cove

Night had came and sure enough there you were swimming back towards the familiar ship breaching the waves when suddenly SNAP your out of the water trapped in a large net so you start writhing fighting for anyway to get out of it looking upwards in fear when the crews face come into view

From their point of view all they could here were dolphin like clicking as you tried to call for anyone to help you fear rushing through your veins

When you were dropped onto the dry deck of the ship you winced placing your hands over where some of your scales that had been rubbed off from the rough treatment only looking up when a tall shadow looks above you

“What should we do with them Eddie” you heard one of them saying figuring out it was a younger boy no older than 16 who had asked his eyes staring at you in wonder having never seen a mermaid in person before.

All at once every crew member starts talking trying to tell the captain what to do with you all the way from selling you when they port to keeping you to having you lure your shoal mates so they could capture them to.

Eddie had told them to shut up before kneeling before you reaching out to touch the gills on the side of your neck pulling away when you slash at him with your claws prepared to fuck anyone who tried to touch you up

“Put them in the fish hold for now while I deal with this and figure out what we should do” he stood up and marched away disappearing into a door at the back of the ship

You didn’t know how long it had been since they put you in there all you knew was your scales were falling off in droves blood dripping below you as you laid your head against the hard wood wishing you could see your shoal mates one last time

When the door had popped open you could see the familiar face of the young man come into view watching as he climbs in with you, you unable to move to weak to fight back if he were to try anything.

I brought you some food and water he had said pushing a raw fish and some clean water in a mug for you before sitting opposite of you.

You looked at the food then back at him then the food before picking it up and starting to scarf it down to hungry to worry if it was tainted or poisoned or not

While you were distracted Dustin had reached out touching the scales on your tail looking surprised when a faint bioluminescent glow followed his fingers

“Th-ank you” you had said to him in broken English laying back down breathing slowing as you poured a bit of water on your tail to try to keep form losing more scales

“I’ve never seen a mermaid before” Dustin had said wonder in his voice “my mom always told me about them when I was young but I never thought I would” he continued before looking over at you who had fallen into a restless sleep soft clicking emanating from the back of your throat

When you awoke you had realized the young man had placed a wet cloth over your tail to try to help you from losing more scales

You planned to thank him again if he returned only to be blinded by the bright sunlight as Eddie came into view climbing down into the hold with you.

You backed up the best you could placing yourself as far from him as you could “I’m not gonna hurt you” he said studying your body language not missing the way your eyes held fear

“Let go” you had pleaded pointing outside only to feel your heart drop when he shook his head “I can’t” he replied “your to much of a rare find to let go” all you could do was sniffle and cry your tears dripping down on the hard floor

He was wondering what this feeling was when he saw you cry the fight leaving your body at the news that you wouldn’t be leaving “I’ll take you above deck they built a pool for you so you won’t be stuck down here” he had told you before reaching out to pick you up

When you were set in the small pool all you could do was just lay at the bottom under the water they had placed in it staring blankly at the walls of your confinement

“Set a course of the nearest port” you heard Eddie shout before closing your eyes thoughts racing with memories of your friends warning you to stay away from humans you wished you would’ve listened

You were awoken by a gentle tap to the shoulder causing you to jolt and lash out with your claws cutting open Dustin’s arm “s-o-rry” you repeated over and over as you quickly took the young man’s arms into your hands you thought of what you could do deciding to take a few scales off your tail laying them on the wound watching as they fused to his skin and healed him.

“Woah” Dustin said in astonishment a goofy grin on his face “that’s so fuckin cool” he said studying the scales now fused to his arm

Days had passed it seemed since that incident Dustin always coming to talk to you trying to teach you proper English and showing you things from the human world like books and stuff of that sort you in return told him of your home and your shoal and mermaid customs

Sometimes Dustin would come alone or with Eddie until one day it was just Eddie who had taken a seat in front of your pool “you know” he began “my uncle always told tales of mermaids who would lure men to sea to their deaths why haven’t you yet?” He questioned

You look confused wondering where his uncle had learned that before replying “I’m mermaid, your thinking of siren, two separate things” he looked intrigued at the revelation “so what do mermaids do then?” He questioned

“Different things, different shoals different abilities” you had said watching as he nodded seemingly deep in thought “and what can you do what’s your- what’d you call- shoals ability?” You pondered for a moment before saying “we glow and we heal” you ran your hands over your tail a bioluminescent trail following your movements “it’s dark where I’m from so we adapted” he watched in wonder fighting the urge to reach out and touch.

After that it had become a regular occurrence to see at least Eddie or Dustin or both of them once a day beginning to enjoy talking to them and answering there questions them in return answering yours.

But yet even as you grew to like your human friends you missed your shoal your home your people

Eddie and Dustin had come at night to talk to you seeing you staring longingly out at the bast expanse of inky water letting out soft calls and clicks before the realize they hear what sounds like a reply coming from afar

“We have to them go Eddie” Dustin had told him not wanting to you look so lonely anymore having grown to cherish you “it’s time we let them go” he repeated watching as his captains face fell “if you really have grown to love them like you say you do you’ll let them go” he said almost pleading

All Eddie could do was nod knowing that he had indeed fallen in love with you and that it was cruel just to keep you here for his own selfish needs. He would set you free even if it meant never seeing you again “it’s time then”

You turn towards the two of them flashing them a smile before having it drop at the looks on their faces “what’s the matter?” You question reaching up to wipe a tear from Dustin’s cheek

“It’s time to let you go home” Eddie had said kneeling down beside your pool sadness ever present in his eyes “home?” You had said excitement in your voice “yeah -“ you don’t miss the way Dustin’s voice cracks “home”

You gently hold onto Eddie as he lifted you from your pool walking over to the edge of the boat and staring at the water below.

You gently turn his face towards yours using your thumb to caress under his eyes wiping away his tears “it’s okay Ed’s” you take a deep breath and remove your necklace that had been passed down to you slipping it around his neck “always with you” you lean in leaving a soft feather like kiss to his lips

You turn to Dustin who had been silently crying watching the scene unfold and you gently reached out to him to “brave boy, be strong, be kind” you reminded him before pushing away from Eddie’s body careening towards the sea sighing in bliss as you felt true salt water for the first time in months

But why if you were so happy did your heart feel so empty as you look above at Eddie and Dustin standing watchinh where you disappeared you gasped when they were suddenly pushed into the water chasing after them as they disappear farther and farther down in the inky depths

Unbeknownst to Eddie and Dustin the crew had been planning a coup since the moment you had arrived on the ship and when they saw that their once fearless captain had become soft they made their move pushing him and his right hand man overboard.

You swam as quickly as you could your powerful tail pushing as hard as it could you reached out grabbing ahold of Eddie and Dustin fighting to drag them back to the surface once getting there you lay them on a small island you had discovered

“Breathe-“ you pleaded to both of them laying your head on their chests “breathe breathe come on please” you were scared desperate even at the possibility of losing your friends “think think think” you repeated before you had an idea “forgive me you two but it’s the only way” you grabbed a shell smashing it into a sharp piece cutting open the palm of your hand pearlescent blue blood spilling from the wound you held your hand over each of their mouthes watching as a few drops landing on their tongues.

You watched as the effects started to take place, their legs began to fuse together becoming tails like yours each one unique to them and the sides of their necks opening to become gills to help them breathe better

With a gasp Eddie was awake followed by Dustin both wincing in pain unsure of what had happened. They looked down taking in the new changes to their bodies. Eddie was shocked to see a red and black tail where his legs used to be Dustin shocked to see shimming blue scales running up his hands and arms.

“Your alive!” You cry out throwing yourself into Eddie’s arms and pulling Dustin in as well “my boys my beautiful boys” you cried holding them tight

They didn’t know how they were gonna adjust to this new life but they knew they had you to help them through all of it as they hugged you tightly back thanking you for saving them.

[thewitchandtheassassin]

Lilac (Alex Danvers x Reader)

Summary: Some things aren’t meant to last.

Words: 1528

Warnings: Mentions of death, fictional disease, angst, more angst, language?

A/N: I’ve always had a fascination with this so I wanted to make a story for it.

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-X-

Hanahaki disease - where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible if left untreated. There is no set time for how long this disease lasts but it may last from 2 weeks to 3 months, in rare cases up to 18 months, until the victim dies unless the feelings are returned or the plants are surgically removed.

-X-

You knew something was wrong the day Alex came scrambling into Kara’s apartment, a glaze in her eye you’d never gotten to witness before, and announced she had a date. The tightness in your lungs left you gasping for air, the sisters oblivious to your pain as you waited for their conversation to end.

Once upon a time, your mother had warned you of something like this. Of unrequited love and the agony that followed. You’d thought it was a simple fairytale, but the terrible ache in your chest left you wondering if she had been telling of something deeper.

Darker.

Quick to excuse yourself from the apartment – ignoring curious, concerned gazes – you went directly to Lena. She was the smartest person you’d ever known and you trusted her to guard the results with her life. If it was true, your mother’s tale, then you would need the utmost discretion anyways. Who would ever want to admit that their love was literally killing them?

-X-

“I don’t know what to say, (Y/N). It’s extraordinary.” Lena’s breath of disbelief did little to lessen the misery bubbling in your veins. “I’ve heard of it happening. Rare, but not unheard of. Normally caused by a truest form of love that’s currently unreturned. It’s marvelous but it…” she trailed off as the realization that had already washed over you came crashing down around her. “Oh God.”

“I’m dying,” you whispered, staring at the scan of your lungs. You could see the smallest sprouting of a flower blooming inside each, tiny roots creeping into the tissue. “I’m dying because I love her and she doesn’t love me back.”

Lena’s eyes were glossy with tears as she studied you. Her best friend – the person who knew every secret, every thought, every ounce of panic and darkness she had inside – was dying and there wasn’t much she could do to stop it. There was no treatment for this; only surgery or death, if the afflicted decided death was better than never loving their someone again.

“There is a cure,” she pointed out cautiously, watching the light drain a little more from your eyes. “Most doctors won’t discuss the disease since it’s such an oddity and even fewer can perform the surgery but I know a few.”

Chuckling humorlessly, you leaned back on the examination table and glared up at the ceiling. “You know what’s worse than the whole dying thing? Knowing Alex doesn’t love me back. I mean, that’s why the plant grows, right? Because she actually doesn’t love me. It’s not just in my head. She truly has no feelings for me.”

Lena wished she could assuage that anguish. Lie and say it wasn’t true, but it would only cause you harm in the end. Give you a false hope that would only end in stealing your life. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

-X-

Every day was more painful than the last. It was hard avoiding Alex when the people you cared about most rotated around her presence. Lena, Kara, Nia… you couldn’t escape her even if you wanted to (you couldn’t admit to yourself that you still wanted to be around her, despite her lack of affection being the reason for your impending demise if you chose to forgo the surgery).

It didn’t take long for everyone to figure out something was wrong. Once healthy and vibrant, you were slowly wasting away. Petals would fall from your lips with every cough, the sickeningly sweet smell of lilacs filling the air. Kara understood before anyone else, her eyes lingering between you and Alex with a fear you’d never seen in her gaze.

After Alex admitted she was dating Kelly Olsen, Kara knew what she had to do.

“I know you love her,” she’d whispered one game night, dragging you from the others so you could have a semblance of privacy, “But Alex isn’t worth dying over.”

“You’ve almost died for her countless times,” you reminded her gently, watching the emotions warring across Kara’s soft features. “Your sister is one of a kind.”

Sighing, the blonde gathered you in her arms. “But dying over feelings isn’t worth it. Alex is stubborn and oblivious and she can’t see what’s in front of her but I refuse to watch you kill yourself over this. There are plenty of people in the world to love. Pick someone else!”

You pressed your forehead into her chest, a haggard cough escaping and petals falling around her feet. Maybe she was right. Clearly Alex’s affections remained with James’ sister and you weren’t someone who would intentionally try to ruin a good thing, especially for your friends. If Alex had decided Kelly was the right fit, who were you to argue?

So you booked an appointment with one of Lena’s associates. She planned to foot the cost entirely, much to your dismay, but it was hard to argue when you’re throwing up plants. But it would take a little time so you forced yourself to enjoy the few fleeting moments with Alex you had left; the moments where you could love her with your whole chest. Soon, she’d be just another person in your world and while you hated that notion, you knew you couldn’t die over a selfish, unrequited love.

-X-

“Kara says you’re having surgery? Why didn’t you tell me?” Alex inquired a few nights before your procedure, hurt clear in her dark eyes as she peered at you from the couch. “I could’ve been there for you!”

“It’s not worth worrying over,” you replied dismissively, inhaling sharply at the blossoming twinge in your lungs. “It’s quick and easy.”

Alex’s brows furrowed thoughtfully. “Are you… is it…”

You knew what she wanted to say but couldn’t find the proper questions to ask. “Yeah, they’re going to fix the disease before it kills me.” Emotionless to a fault, you refused to acknowledge that she was the reason for all of this. Even in these final moments, you couldn’t bring yourself to be angry with her.

She’d done nothing wrong.

“Did you ever tell whoever you love what happened? You know, to see if it would change anything?” she wondered, awkward in her attempts to not sound invasive about your disease. “If it were me, I’d definitely want to know.”

It took everything within you not to tense, choosing to stare ahead at the television. “No and they don’t need to know. It wouldn’t change anything. Even if they did start to have feelings for me, I’d never believe it was genuine. I’d rather get rid of it and let y – her live a happy life without that knowledge than know that this had anything to do with her. I care more about that than anything else.”

“Such a martyr,” Alex teased, tossing a pillow at you playfully. “Some girls might think it’s romantic. Loving someone that much.”

You rolled your eyes, smirking at the woman so close to the truth, but skimming over it drastically. “Maybe, Danvers, but it’s for the best. Truly.”

“Whoever she was, she would’ve been lucky to have your love,” Alex announced firmly, her words creating a warmth in your chest that you wished you could snub out. Those words made it so much harder to let this go, even if it killed you. “Seriously, you’re a great person, (Y/N) and anyone can see that.”

Except you.

-X-

The first breath after surgery left you feeling like a brand new person, no matter how cliché that statement was. It was strange, remembering there was once love for someone but no longer feeling a shred of… anything. They had warned you the first few months might leave you apathetic towards the person you had once loved, but it was bizarre knowing everything was erased.

A clean slate.

Waiting until your lungs were properly healed, you didn’t see your friends for nearly a month before finally venturing over for a game night. You had braced yourself for whatever might happen, but actually seeing Alex again was very anticlimactic. Her hug no longer felt like molten lava on your flesh and the brush of her lips on your cheek didn’t leave butterflies banging against your ribs.

Even the news of her break up with Kelly didn’t conjure up any feelings of excitement. You truly no longer felt anything when it came to Alex’s affections.

Things are going to be oka –

“Alex!”

Your head snapped over in the direction of the doubled-over woman, her arms tucked around her waist as she tried to keep upright, petals clinging to her lips. All eyes except yours were watching her anxiously, yet yours strayed lower in a panic…

Lilacs.

[jenomark]

hi💞 I want to request nct dream reaction to their s/o pretending that they won’t be able to do anything for the member birthday party or at last minute the s/o says they can’t show up, but at the end the s/o was planning the best surprise ever!

Mark: Something was missing. As soon as he walked into his own birthday party, he clapped his hand over his chest and looked around. Even though he knew you weren't there, he still looked around for your face. "Mark Leeeeeee," Jungwoo said, coming up behind him. "Party time." Mark tried to smile but felt like he was forcing it. He looked around at the effort all of his friends made just for him and replicated a humble face and voice. "Yeah!" Mark said. "Oh, man. This is nice. Thank you." When Jungwoo had disappeared into the throng of well wishers, Mark retreated to his phone to text you:

Mark- Baby, I wish you were here. You- Me too. Mark- Nothing is the same.

When you didn't immediately reply, he tucked his phone away. He sat in a chair and stared off into space, really trying his best to appear grateful. Cold hands fell across his eyes like a blindfold, leaving Mark to utter a long, "Uhhh..." But something in his voice changed when he breathed in. He could smell your perfume, and he began to feel happy. He got up and turned around, not stopping to speak because he was so choked up. Mark hugged you, pulling you into his arms, so happy that his only birthday wish had come true.

Renjun: It felt like an ordinary day, only Renjun knew that it wasn't. It was his birthday and he was another year older, maybe not as wiser. He got off work and came home to an empty apartment, the silence really hammering in the idea that he was growing old. He stalked across the room, checking his phone again for a message from you. When there were zero messages, Renjun let the loneliness creep in. He went into the refrigerator to grab a drink but stopped in his tracks when he heard a noise coming from his bedroom. He moved slowly towards the room, looking around for a way to escape if he had to. "I have a weapon." he called, looking down at his empty hands. Pushing the door open and stepping back to peek around, he saw you sitting on his bed, holding a lone cupcake with a candle in it. "Oh." he said, flicking on the light. At once, Renjun tore across the room and went onto his knees, burying his face in your lap. "I know I'm a little late." you said. "But I couldn't let you end this birthday without you knowing that I'm going to be here for as many years as you'll have me." He wouldn't look up at you from your lap, so you called his name softly. When he did finally look up, his cheeks were stained with tears that he tried desperately to wipe away. "I'm fine," Renjun said, quickly. "I'm okay. Don't look at me." You grabbed his face and kissed him. Renjun got up off his knees and sat beside you. He closed his eyes, made a wish and blew out the candle. "I didn't think you would come." he said. "Life feels empty without you." You hugged him and kissed him again. "I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere."

Jeno: For the weeks leading up to his birthday, Jeno had been dropping hints about how he wanted a lowkey celebration. He had said, "Nothing too loud. Only me and you, maybe my parents. No friends. No singing happy birthday. Nothing too traditional." You smiled prettily at him, your feet in his lap as he massaged them. He gave you a look that was supposed to translate that he was serious, but you knew Jeno a little too well. Days before his birthday, he pulled you aside. "You're not planning anything, right?" he asked. There was fear in his eyes and something that intrigued you. "No," you said. "You said you didn't want a party." On the day of, Jeno was losing his edge. He walked around the apartment as time ticked by, looking in places for mishidden balloons or decorations. You had even caught him fishing for information with Jisung, whom Jeno knew would break sooner or later. "You told me you didn't want a party." you said, crossing your arms. "Were you lying to me?" Jeno looked at you, blinking his eyes a few times and said, "No." You smiled and walked slowly to the front door, whipping it open and letting Jeno's friends and family pour into the apartment. When you and Jeno were alone for even a second, he wrapped his arms around your waist and whispered a sweet "Thank you." into your ear.

Haechan: "I don't want to go inside." he said. He pressed the hot phone against his ear and looked up and down the street. All of his friends had gone ahead of him into the restaurant, their moods uplifted by Haechan's birthday celebrations. "You have to go insi-." you said over the phone, your voice breaking up. Haechan leaned against the wall. He could feel himself choking up. He was sad when he heard you couldn't make it to his birthday dinner, but he told himself he would be okay. Once June 6th rolled around, he realized what a mess he had become. "I just wish you were here." he whispered. "You're supposed to be here with me." The agony in his voice was hard to conceal. "Donghyuck, baby." you said, your voice sounding the same as his. "Please try and have a nice time. You can call me when you get in and we'll video chat, okay?" Haechan agreed and hung up the phone. Taking a deep breath, he trudged into the restaurant, keeping his head down. When he made it to the back room where his birthday celebration was being held, the air began to feel different. Haechan looked up to see that you were standing right in front of him. "Surprise." you said. "The flight was last minute and I-" Your words were lost as Haechan flung himself into your arms, muffling out the sound of your voice.

Jaemin: You never knew what he was thinking, could never really rouse great emotions from Jaemin. It bothered you a little, so when it came time for his birthday, you made it clear that it was an event you had to miss. Only then, did Jaemin show a sign that he might be holding some feelings in. "My birthday?" he asked. "Why not?" You played with the hem of his t-shirt. "Well," you said. "I have plans that day." You looked at his stoic face, trying to read it. "Okay." he said, smiling brilliantly. "That's okay. We can do something after." A few days before his birthday, you wondered if surprising him would make him happy or not, or if lying to him was really the right move. Of course you would attend his party. You watched him all the time, just waiting for him to ask you to please cancel your plans, but he never did. On the day of his birthday, you got a text in the morning, so out of the blue. Jaemin wrote that he missed you. You replied that you missed him, too. You were dying inside. At night, before the party, you showed up at his dorm to completely ruin the surprise. Before he could speak, you said. "I told you I couldn't go because I wanted to surprise you, but I feel guilty about it and I can't lie to you anymore. " Up until then, you had shut your eyes tight. Jaemin's voice made you open them when he said, "I know. I was waiting for you to give in first." Your shoulders dropped. "You knew the whole time that I was planning on doing this?" you asked. Jaemin grabbed your arms and pulled you to him. "Yeah." he said, kissing you. "I win."

Chenle: "I want five hundred balloons. All metallic." Chenle said. "And a parade where I'm held into the air, but Haechan has to be holding me up. I want everyone to look at me like I'm a king. I want them screaming my name, and I want Stephen Curry... Are you writing this all down?" You looked at your boyfriend with sadness and said, "You're not going to be home on your birthday." For a second, Chenle had forgotten. When he remembered, his face fell. "A shame." he said. Weeks after that talk, you had planned to make it to wherever he was. It didn't matter that he was in another country working. You got on a plane after him and you followed that boy, using all of Dream and their manager to secure the perfect birthday gift. After he had gotten done his schedule, Chenle was taking his mic pack off and weaving his way through the crowd of people on set. Mark put his hand on Chenle's back and guided him in another direction. "You're wanted, man." he said. Fearing he was in trouble, Chenle asked why he was wanted, but Mark didn't answer. He walked with his friend anyway, allowing himself to be pushed through a crowd of people just trying to do their job. When he realized it was just a makeup artist that needed him, Chenle breathed a sigh of relief. He ducked down lower to let her work on his face, his eyes glazing over. "Are you having a nice birthday, Chenle?" the makeup artist asked. Feeling his heart strings tug, he looked into her eyes. It was only then that he realized it was you. Chenle backed up and opened his mouth wide. Jaemin, from beside you, handed you a few metallic balloons. "I know it's not 500 hundred balloons but-" you said before Chenle swept you off of your feet.

Jisung: You were on the phone with Renjun, frustration in your voice mounting. "This is not the way things were supposed to go, Renjun." you said. "I'm freaking out." The traffic was moving too slow, and your heart was hammering in your chest. For Jisung's birthday, you had the most brilliant plan, but it had backfired badly. You were supposed to phone Jisung and tell him your train was running late, and you didn't think you could make it to his party. When the prank was fulfilled, you would come out of hiding and show him that you'd been there the whole time. The only flaw in the plan, was that Jisung took it to heart, and vanished from his party when he first got your call. You were on your way to the train station with the hope that he would be there waiting for you. "I'll call you when I find him." you said, flinging yourself out of the car. You ran into the station, pulling the mask tighter to your face. You walked briskly through, spinning around to look at all of the people traveling. You were almost ready to give up when you saw Jisung standing by himself, looking lost, with his hands folded in front of him. You ran to him, your shoes drawing his attention. You hugged him and said, "I'm so sorry. My train wasn't running late. It was a joke. I didn't think you would come find me." You were nearly hysterical but Jisung was calm. "It's okay." Jisung said, hugging you tighter. "The only thing that matters is that I get to spend my birthday with you."

[malfoysstilinski]

Hello love, I absolutely adore your writing. <3 Could you maybe do a tooth-rotting dracoxreader fluff. It can be anything, I just love soft draco sm haha. Tbh I feel like theres no such thing as too much soft draco asjdkhfask.

thank you so much!! hope this is okay :)) 

post shower | draco malfoy (fluff) 

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: you like picking out draco’s clothes for him and playing with his hair after he’s had a shower. and he’ll never admit it, but he likes it too.

warnings: extremely healthy relationship and soft!draco

word count: 1.9k

a/n: there’s a part where draco plays with your hair and i’m sorry if it’s not inclusive to yours (curly, afro-textured, braided etc.), i generally try to keep my imagines inclusive but this idea was just stuck in my head!! it’s quite brief but i thought i’d acknowledge that i realise some poc readers and others with curly hair just might not be able to relate and i’m really sorry about that!! :( but again, it doesn’t make up the whole imagine! <33

also not proof-read!! 

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18.00. my dorm. prepare for cuddles.

my mother sent over some more of

those sweets you said you liked.

yours, draco

The ripped piece of parchment in your hand included an inked sketch beneath it; the image of a wrapped sweetie surrounded by some scribbled-out love hearts. Your heart skipped a beat at the message written in Draco’s usual rushed cursive, a small smile threatening to twitch at the corners of your lips. Glancing up towards the direction the charmed crane had come in, you sent the blond boy already watching you a small nod of confirmation.

A wink was your reward before he turned back to face Professor Snape at the front of the classroom. It made your heart flutter and your stomach fill with butterflies as you wondered how you’d ended up with a boyfriend as perfect as Draco Malfoy.

Not many would theorise that he was a secret romantic, but then again, not many truly knew Draco for who he actually was. You adored him - the way he looked, the way he smelled, how he loved you, his voice, his laugh, his jokes, and his sarcastic comments. If there was one person on the planet guaranteed to make you smile, it was the Malfoy heir.

You were thrilled to be invited back to his dorm, even if this was quite a regular occurrence that you probably should be more used to by now. The thought of spending the evening after a long day of lessons with Draco cuddled up on his bed eating sweets sent by his mother sounded like a dream come true. There was no other way you’d rather spend your time.

The rest of the day couldn’t have gone by slower, though. You finished your classes and then skipped dinner to shower, knowing you’d be stuffing your face later anyway. By the time you’d slipped on comfier clothes than your school uniform and had dried your hair, it was nearly time for you to head to Draco’s dormitory. He was lucky enough to have his own one as a prefect, with a huge bed and silk green sheets that felt amazing against your skin.

You did some last minute homework for your Herbology class in the morning, though your mind seemed to constantly drag back to your boyfriend. He was like some sort of drug and you clearly had an addiction.

Perhaps the best part was that the love she had for Draco was mirrored back onto her by the boy; their love was a redamancy to be jealous of. Students and teachers alike could see the adoration in their eyes when they looked at each other. They saw the grin on your face and the slight blush on Draco’s cheeks and knew that if what you two had wasn’t love, then love didn’t exist at all.

You had your ups and downs, of course you did. No relationship was ever always perfect. However, it was the way you were constantly able to bounce back and be stronger than before that kept the fire burning between the two of you. It was the way that Draco had worked on his communication, knowing it was the only way he’d be able to keep you, and how you’d worked on being more patient with him that meant the two of you could fall so indescribably in love.

So when you turned up to Draco’s dormitory at exactly 6 pm sharp, you opened the door without knocking, more than certain he wouldn’t mind. He never did. However, Draco was nowhere to be seen in his room. You thought maybe you’d managed to read the note wrong until you heard the running water coming from his bathroom.

You smiled to yourself as you headed towards his bed, dropping on top of the silky sheets you loved so much, your fingers tracing on top of it. Your ears strained to listen out for Draco, a deep hum filling your ears that you knew belonged to him. He had a good singing voice, but he refused to believe it whenever you told him.

You closed your eyes and listened as he hummed in the shower, his voice echoing off the walls in a way that had you wishing you could not only listen but watch him sing it. You weren’t sure when Draco stopped humming or when the water shut off, but the next thing you knew, the bathroom door was opening, steam rolling out as well as the scent of his green apple shampoo.

“Ah, darling,” Draco greeted upon seeing you lying on his bed.

You sat up, beaming at him. A white towel hung around his hips, his platinum hair wet on his head and dripping down his broad shoulders onto his platinum skin. You thought he looked beautiful like this, like some sort of God you’d like to worship. Especially with the smile that he wore upon his face, one that was reserved for you and you only.

“Hi, my love,” you said back, watching as he began to hunt through his drawers for something to wear. “You said six.”

“I must have lost track of time,” Draco admitted, “Cold days are meant for hot showers, you know.”

“No, cold days are meant for cuddles with your girlfriend,” you protested, but nevertheless scooted off the bed to join him by his dresser. “What are you gonna wear?”

“Y’wanna dress me up again, don’t you?” Draco acted as if he was annoyed, but a smile was threatening to tug at his lips.

“It’ll be cosy, ‘promise,” you replied, your hands moving through his dresser, hunting for the pair of black jogging bottoms that you liked on him. “Top or no?”

“No,” Draco replied as he stood in front of his mirror, towel drying his hair.

You found a pair of socks for him too, knowing how he hated if his feet got cold. As Draco cast a charm to dry his blond locks, you settled everything on the end of his bed for him and then began hunting through his drawers once more. You found one of his black tees and pulled your own off, shrugging his on instead.

Arms wrapped around your waist as soon as it went over your head and you shrieked as you were hauled onto his bed. You laughed as Draco suddenly crawled between your legs so he was straddling you a little, his fingers toying with the hem of his shirt.

“Did I say you could wear that, pretty girl?” Draco fauxed a glare.

“Please,” you pouted at him. “It’s comfy and smells so good. Like you.”

Draco rolled his eyes in amusement, smiling again as he kissed your forehead. “You’re lucky you’re so gorgeous. Can’t say no when you pull that face, can I?”

You beamed, feeling your cheeks heat up a little bit. You realised Draco had already pulled the joggers and socks on, his top half naked as he moved to grab his comb off of the dresser.

“Let me do it for you,” you said, holding your hand out.

Draco shot you a look. “Not a doll for you to dress up, you know.”

“‘Just wanna comb your hair for you,” you huffed, sitting on the edge of his bed, your legs dangling over the mattress.

Draco moved to stand in between them, your face level with his body as he began to brush the comb through the back of your own hair. Smiling, you leaned your head against his stomach, wrapping your arms around his middle and enjoying the sensations and tingles that Draco brushing your hair spread through your body.

Your eyes closed and you swore you could fall asleep like it - one of his large palms on your back, his comb brushing through your hair, the warmth of his toned stomach against your cheek and the smell of his aftershave and body wash fresh in your senses.

“You washed your hair, didn’t you?” Draco hummed, his hand moving off your back as he ditched the comb, his fingers playing with it.

“Yeah, had a shower before I came here,” you murmured, not peeling your eyes open, just relishing in the feeling of complete relaxation with your favourite person in the entire world.

“I can tell,” Draco murmured, his fingers gliding effortlessly through your newly-combed hair. “Your hair is really soft after washing it.”

“Good,” you replied, smiling a little against him. “That’s kind of the point of washing your hair, you know.”

“No, it’s to keep it clean,” Draco protested.

“It’s for both,” you compromised, knowing how stubborn he could get quickly. “Now can I comb your hair.”

About a minute later, Draco’s room was playing music quietly and he was slouched between your legs on the bed, the bag of sweets his mother had bought you both on his lap. Your back rested against the headboard behind you, your hands brushing through his silky platinum locks. You put the comb down, beginning to part his hair into tiny sections.

“Sweet?” Draco offered, his mouth full as he lifted his arm behind himself.

He felt you lean forwards and capture the sweet between your teeth from where your hands were occupied in his hair, making him chuckle. Draco knew you were making small plaits with the longer sections of his hair, but he closed his eyes and pretended he had no idea. To be honest, he cherished the feeling of you being so close to him, of your hands in his hair, your nails scratching gently on his scalp every now and then.

“Feels good?” You hummed, glancing down at him and seeing that his silver eyes had shut.

They flickered back open at your question, smiling when he saw you looking down at him. “A bit,” he admitted, which was an under exaggeration. He loved it.

“‘Nother sweetie, please,” you called as you moved onto your third tiny plait.

Draco’s hand came back over and fed the sweet straight into your mouth. You giggled as you carried on plaiting, humming lightly to yourself. A tug a little harder than the rest caused Draco to dramatically cry out.

“Ow!” Draco hissed, “Watch what you’re doing, woman!”

“Shh, I’m just braiding your hair,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “And if you call me woman like that one more time I will shove this comb so far up your arse-”

“Okay, okay,” Draco winced at the imagery. “By woman I meant ‘my lovely, beautiful, sweet, kind, intelligent girlfriend who I love with my whole heart’.”

“You’re such a kiss arse, Malfoy,” you replied, running your hand over the small plaits you’d created. “They look cute. You should grow your hair out like your father so I can do really good ones-”

“Y/N!” Draco grimaced, “If I ever grow my hair out as long as my fathers, feel free to cut it off for me in the middle of the night.”

You laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead as you cradled his head in your lap, your nails lightly scratching his skin. “Okay, okay. I like you with this haircut anyway. And I like the lack of gel in it. Looks so fluffy and cute.”

“Not what I’m going for, but thanks, darling,” Draco remarked, grabbing another sweet for himself. “You’re comfy, by the way.”

You simply hummed back as you began to undo the plaits, knowing Draco would be annoyed if you forgot and he had little curly bits in the morning. You grazed your fingers back through, watching his eyes flicker back.

“I love you,” Draco murmured sincerely. “So much.”

Your heart swelled. “I love you too, Draco.”

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[daisies-and-buttercups]

Day 14: Shooting Stars - Alfie Solomons x reader

Summary: You and the little girl you’re taking care of always spend your days on the beach, bumping into a grumpy old man and his dog. Days go by and all Ellie wants to do is watch the shooting stars with you, the grumpy man and Cyril, and who are you to say no to her?

A/N: Now, I love Alfie. Love him with all my heart. But writing for him terrified me lol But I decided that I’d try, ‘cause this idea would not leave me alone, so here it is. Fair warning, I probably, very possibly, butchered his accent, but I tried 💕

Words: 2k

September prompts here

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Margate was…something. Something you needed.  You had all but ran away from your city, leaving your job behind, and not much more. You didn’t have many friends, and none of them were close, no family, no lover, no relationships worth staying for, so you left. You didn’t even say goodbye, disappearing overnight, suitcases in hand, leaving only a note on your table with the month’s rent for when the landlord would come in.  You needed a new start, and Margate seemed as good a place as any. 

The first week went by slowly, with not much to do but set your new (small) apartment up, hang the few pictures you had on the wall and let some of your neighbours know that you were looking for a job. It was then that someone told you about Ellie, a little girl that lived down the road. Her mum needed someone to take care of her, take her out, after she had fallen ill and couldn't move much anymore. Ellie had spent many weeks indoors, waiting for her mum to get better, but eventually gave up on the idea. She needed someone to take care of her, and you were up for the task. 

“I wanna go to the beach!”  She loved the beach. Even if it was freezing now, she still loved to go, running on the sand and playing with the seagulls, and you had no problem going there with her. You met a few people on your walks, helping you fit in more and more with the people of Margate.  “Let’s go then.” She skipped along with you all the way to the beach, waving and greeting every person she met.  You reached the beach, running after Ellie as she sprinted towards the dog she had sighted not far away. She’d never learn. You told her many times to wait for you before approaching dogs, since some owners didn’t like kids around them, or some dogs could be afraid, but she loved them so much, she just couldn’t resist.  “Ellie!” you shouted when you reached her, trying to pry her away from the dog, who was licking her face, making her laugh at the gesture.  “He don’t bite.”  You turned at the voice, seeing a man sitting not far from you.  You nodded and stayed, watching the two play, until it was time to go. “Well, thank you…” “Alfie.”  “Alfie. See you around?” He didn’t answer, standing and calling for his dog, Cyril, lifting his hand as he walked away, a quick wave, you assumed. He was weird, but interesting. Something about him. Just like Margate, something you needed. “Why was his face like that?” “Hmm?” “His face?”  “Oh. He…” you didn’t know what to say. You weren’t sure what had happened to him, and you weren’t one to make stories up, so you just went with the truth. “I don’t know, I didn’t ask. But maybe you could try asking him next time? If he doesn’t mind he might tell you.”

It had become a habit to meet him on the beach. Same time, same place, same play buddy for Cyril. So you weren’t surprised to see him on the beach again, today, at the usual spot. Cyril spotted you and ran towards you, his tongue out and his tail wagging, ready to greet you and Ellie as he always did. You caressed him and played for a moment, before heading over and sitting with the big grumpy man. “‘Ello, lass” “‘Ello, you.” you mimicked him, sitting by his side, eyes fixed on Ellie, how she ran around, chased by Cyril, her laughter loud, bringing joy to the gloomy day.  You shuffled closer, feeling your leg brush against his. You liked him, you couldn’t deny it, and you loved spending time with him. He didn’t talk much, not when Ellie was around, anyway. Too afraid of swearing or scaring her. You remembered the second time you saw him. “Mister?” “Aye?” “Why is your face like that?” “Ellie!” you sent her a warning glance. It wasn’t the question, the problem, but the phrasing of it. You had gone over polite ways of asking delicate things, but she was so focused on the answer that she forgot all that you taught her. “Alfie, I’m sorry. She means-” “Ah, this? Right, I got shot right in the fuckin’-” “Alfie!”  Sometimes having both Ellie and Alfie around was like dealing with two kids, not one. You looked at him and pointed at Ellie, hoping he’d get it. He didn’t. “What?” “No swearing.”  “Ah.” You closed your eyes, waiting for him to carry on. “Got shot. In the face. Ah... yeah. ‘s all.”  Ellie walked closer to him, her hand gently grazing over his scar. He didn’t flinch, but nodded when she walked back, thanking him before running back to Cyril. “Fuckin’ ‘ell.” “I’m sorry. She was curious.” “Nah, it’s good. She’s a lovely little lass. Just don’t know how to be with kids.” “You’re doing good. Minus the swearing.”

“There’s going to be shooting stars tonight.” Ellie announced, holding her book up proudly. The wonders of Astrology were written in big golden letters on the front of the old blue fabric. You took it from her, reading from the page she had marked. “Indeed. Shall we ask your mum if you can stay up just a bit later so that we can see the stars together?” “Can we go to the beach?” “Sure.” “Can Alfie and Cyril come too?” “I… I can ask them to. You’ve got to stay with your mum this afternoon, yeah? She wants to spend some time with you since she’s feeling better. I’ll go look for Alfie and Cyril and let them know about tonight, alright?” “Yeah! Please!”  “Good. I’ll see you later then, dear.”

The walk to the beach was a quiet one, for once, your footsteps being the only sound. You reached the beach in no time, without stopping to greet everyone for an absurd amount of time. Adults were different. A simple “Hello” and they were on their way. Kids had all the time in the world, and they’d tell you about their favourite book, or how many worms they found in the garden, or what weird dream they had.  You spotted Cyril and Alfie and, before he spotted you, you could’ve sworn that Alfie was pacing around, looking for you and Ellie. You were late today, and maybe he thought you wouldn’t show up, but when he saw you he sat again, pretending not to notice you approaching them.  “‘Ello.” you teased, plopping down next to him, giggling when Cyril came over you to fill you with kisses.  “See, this is the kind of welcome I like, lots of kisses and cuddles, right Cyril? Your owner could learn a thing or two from you.”  His tail wagged quicker, but his owner grunted at your comment, shuffling away from you ever so slightly.  “Where’s the kid?” “Ellie’s home today. But she asked me to come and invite you and Cyril here tonight. We’re watching shooting stars. On the beach.”  He scratched his beard, looking ahead. You really hoped he’d come. You liked him more and more each day, and a small part of you wished that something more would come from this… friendship. “Right, I’ll come. But only ‘cause Ellie asked.”  “Sure.”  He looked at you to make sure you knew that he was joking, that you were the main reason why he wanted to come, but you had already started walking back home, your hand lifted in a wave. He cursed under his breath, scratching his beard again. “Women.” he muttered, shaking his head. 

The sky was covered in clouds, but you told Ellie that she could make a wish anyway, the stars were there, waiting for her. So she did. She wouldn’t tell you what she wished for, but she jumped happily afterwards, eying you and Alfie every few minutes. She played for a while, but eventually fell asleep on the small blanket you laid out for her, snuggling to Cyril while she dreamt. “We could make a wish.” You whispered, breaking the silence when you knew she had indeed fallen asleep, her snores loud enough to startle Cyril, at times. “Hmm?” “Shooting stars.”  You pointed up to the sky, attempting a smile. You knew that the grumpy man sitting next to you wouldn’t smile back, but you wouldn’t hide your own. He’d warm up to you, eventually.  “It’s fuckin’ cloudy, though, innit?”  “Yeah. But they’re there. Just ‘cause you can’t see them doesn’t mean they aren’t there.” He nodded, his eyes trailing up to the sky, glancing then at you, your eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed in concentration.  “The fuck are ya doing, lass?” You looked at him and laughed at his confusion.  “I’m making a wish!” “Well, that’s a dumb fuckin’ face to make. No one’ll grant you a wish like that.” “Did you make a wish?” “Don’t believe in wishes. What’s your wish?” “Ain’t telling. Won’t come true if not.” “I’ll tell ya what. You tell me yer wish, and I’ll wish for the same.” “That’s not how it works.” “I don’t believe in wishes, right, but you do, so two wishes are better than one, aye?” “Aye.” “Then tell me.”  “It’s…” You couldn’t tell him. You couldn’t tell him that your wish had to do with him, and you, and more time spent together. Alone. You just couldn’t. So you made up the first thing you could think of. “I wish you would smile more.”  “I smile plenty.” “You’re a grumpy old man. You’ve never smiled for me.” “Never given me a reason to.” “Ah, fuck off. Let’s make my wish and go.”  You closed your eyes, feeling him looking at you, but you ignored it, nodding and standing up.  “All done.”  “Aye.” he confirmed, looking up to the sky once more.  “Good night, Alfie.”  He didn’t believe in wishes. Maybe you didn’t either, but something inside you gave you the courage to chase what you desired.  Why did men always have to be the ones taking the first step? If you had to wait for this one to realise where you stood, you’d both be long dead before he even asked you out. You leaned down, placing a quick kiss on his cheek, feeling his beard tickle you as you did so, before turning away and kneeling down, scooping Ellie up from the ground and wrapping her in the blanket.  He walked beside you, not saying a word, but taking Ellie from your arms, deeming it right to at least help you take her home. It was the least he could do.  Her mother opened the door, ushering you in and leading you upstairs so that you could place her in bed.  “I’ll come by tomorrow.” you whispered, covering Ellie as you spoke. “Thank you.” said her mother, walking you back down the stairs. She was feeling a lot better, rest and medicine helping her a lot, but she still wanted you around. You were kind, and Ellie loved you, and she couldn’t ask for a bigger help than what you were giving her.  Walking out of the door, you didn’t expect to see him still there. “You can go home, Alfie. I know the way to my place.” you joked, waving, but he was back by your side, still not talking, but always there.  You lived just behind the corner, so the walk was short, but you still enjoyed the extra time together.  “Good night, then.” you said again, looking for your keys.  He waited until you had opened the door to reach for your arm, stopping your entrance and coming higher up the steps to face you, his face inching closer to yours until he found the courage and kissed you, his hand cradling your cheek before falling back down, taking a step back. You stared at him, waiting, but he just smiled, offering a nod before walking away, following Cyril back to their home.

He turned one more, his smile still there. So your wish did come true. 

And maybe he didn’t believe in wishes, but his came true too.