#2am crying over my little easy company..

[carwoodron]

finished watching band of brothers for like the 6th time what now

[barnesbabee]

[B]reeding Kink || C.S

[ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴇɴᴄʏᴄʟᴏᴘᴇᴅɪᴀ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ʙ]

Summary: He broke into your house, and now he’s breaking you. (it's not fucking consentual non-con it's just inmate!San istg)

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Words: my fairy godmother said it was 4311 words

Genre: Smut

⚠ mention of drugs, breeding kink, mentions of blood, mentions of violence, inmate!San ⚠

  You woke up with loud banging on your door. It was so sudden, you didn’t know what time it was, what was happening, or where you were. It took you a quick second to scan your surroundings. 

    It was 2am, or so said the clock on your bedside table, and you were sitting up in your bed, startled and confused about the booming sound echoing through your house.

    You got up from the bed and hurriedly wrapped your robe around your body, however, just as you were getting to the living room to look through the peephole, the door burst open. You covered your mouth with your hand to prevent any noise from coming out and hid behind the sofa, praying to whatever wanted to help you that he hadn’t seen you.

    You closed your eyes tightly and started breathing heavily as you heard the loud footsteps roam around your house. 

    It was hard to breathe and you felt as if someone was pressing on your chest. 

    You opened your eyes slowly and peeked behind the couch. You could see a man… His appearance wasn’t clear as the whole place was dark, the only thing illuminating the room being the moon. He had a broad back and dark hair, that you noticed, and he wore heavy, black boots, that left a trail of dirt wherever he walked. 

   Who was he? What did he want? Why was he in your apartment?

   You hid back and waited until you could no longer hear him.

    The silence of his steps felt unsettling… Your chest rose and fell rapidly, and it took all of the courage you had to peek around the couch once more. 

    However, this time you were met with a man’s face. He wore a wide, Cheshire Cat-like smile on his face as he stared right at you. You could almost feel his warm breath hit your face…

    “Hello, doll!” 

    You opened your mouth to scream but the male was faster. He slapped his hand over your face, preventing you from yelling for help or anything of the sort. 

    The male approached his lips to your ears.

   “I’m gonna need your help doll…”

   You took a look at his appearance. He had on a white, stained, and slightly ripped wife-beater, along with a flashy orange jumpsuit. You examined his body carefully. His hair was damp and his inked, very well-built arms were shiny, he had been running. You were inspecting everything as carefully as you possibly could.. when you noticed.

     Was that blood!? 

     There were little spots and splatters of dried, red liquid all over his clothes, which made you widen your eyes. What the fuck had he done!? 

     He noticed your sudden change of emotions and realized you had seen the state of his clothes.

     “Listen, I don’t wanna hurt you. I need you to hide me, I’ll explain everything but you’re not in danger, yet.”

     The ‘yet’ at the end of his sentence sparked something in you and you began struggling under his hold. He gripped your arm and forced you to stop shifting.

    “Calm. Down. You’re not in danger, but if you call the police on me, if you yell for help, you will be. All you have to do is be a good girl and cooperate, because if anything goes wrong, all you need to know is that there are eight of us, if I get caught it won’t be looking too pretty for you.”

    You looked at him, eyes still widened and breathing very heavily.

    “You got it?” He asked.

     He slowly removed his hand from your mouth and placed it on his thigh. You were full-on crying in fear at that point. 

    The male said nothing, he just sighed and ran his hand through his sweaty hair. He also didn’t know what to do. He had no idea where the other seven were, he had no idea if they were still alive and he honestly didn’t know what happened next.

    “Y-you should take a shower.” You told him, as you finally felt the reek coming from him. 

   He looked down at himself and nodded. The male stood up and looked at you.

   “I can’t trust you though.”

   “W-what then? You’re just going to stink forever? Are you going to make me sit in the bathroom while you wash?”

   You were just mocking him, but from the way he shrugged you could tell he didn’t mind one bit to have you in the bathroom with him. You refused at first, but you didn’t really have much choice as he dragged you around looking for the bathroom.

    You sat on the toilet, facing the wall as you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

    “I can’t believe you’re okay with this.” You complained. 

   “I was in prison, doll, I had hundreds of men looking at my ass every day when I showered, having a girl in a bathroom with me isn’t exactly a nightmare.”

    You were both silent. The sound of the water hitting the floor echoed in the room and the water was so hot that the atmosphere around you two became foggy. 

    “Fuck, this is heaven…”

    You would’ve chuckled if you weren’t so scared and uncomfortable.

    “You know, we have warm water in there, but there are so many people taking showers at the same time so it just ends up being cold all the time. The showerheads are also really old, so they get clogged all the time and there’s barely any water coming out… You come out looking mustier than when you went in.”

    You smiled at that. You could tell he was a people person, he was comfortable enough in this situation to tell life stories and maybe that was the purpose, but you started slowly feeling a little at ease. So much so that you gained the courage to ask the question you were scared of. 

    “What were you in there for?”

    You had to know. You couldn’t have a conversation with him, you couldn’t not feel uncomfortable and uneasy without at least knowing. 

    There was silence, and the water turned off.

    “Murder.”

    Your eyes widened from the nth time that night and you felt all blood be drained from your body. The sense of fear and anxiety washed over you once more, and you didn’t know how to react. Should you run? Should you stay? Should you speak, or should you be quiet? 

    A little childish giggle sounded in the bathroom almost forcing you to look behind. He pulled the shower curtain to the side, and although this man was naked from head to toe right in front of you, your eyes were glued to his face. The giggling was creepy, you hated it.

    “I’m joking, I went in for drug abuse and distribution.”

    You took a deep, shaky breath and closed your eyes, letting your head fall forward. You shed a couple of tears out of stress and relief. 

    “You… fucking idiot.” You cursed at him, still feeling a little lightheaded.

    He giggled once more and wrapped a towel around his waist, after roaming about the bathroom looking for one.

    “Why… Did you have blood all over you then?” 

    He pointed at his abdomen, where a deep cut that your eyes had completely missed stood.

   “It was mine. Mostly… Listen escaping prison isn’t that easy and there’s trap wire and people shooting, if you’re not bleeding it’s because you’re Michael Scofield, and sadly we’re all kind of stupid.”

  Although he moved like the wound didn’t hurt, you couldn’t help but worry about it. You pointed at the ripped flesh.

  “Can I… Can I fix it for you?”

  He cocked his head to the side as he looked at you, silently questioning himself as to why you would want to help him. He shrugged, nevertheless. He wasn’t about to decline help…

   “I’d like that.”

    He tied the towel tighter around his hips so it wouldn’t fall, and sat down on the toilet you were previously resting on. You reached for the cabinet over the sink and took the medical supplies from it.

   “This is going to hurt a bit so just, distract yourself by telling me about you.”

   The male scoffed at your words.

   “I’ve been to prison, I don’t think I’ll be hurt by- oh f-fuck!”

   You giggled at his little curse as you pressed the gauze with hydrogen peroxide against his wounded skin.

   He rested his head against the wall and flexed his abdomen.

   “O-okay so, my name is San I’ve been in there for 2 years and- fucking Hell go easy on me!”

  You giggled and mumbled a soft ‘sorry’ as you listened to his stories. You tried very hard to focus on your job, but your eyes would sometimes wander around his torso and covered thighs.

  “I uh, I started selling drugs when I was eighteen, I got thrown out of the orphanage and my little sister came with me, and I wanted to make good money so she could go to university.” he paused for a second, wincing as you switched products “It was fine for a while, I made some friends there which was nice. I never really had friends, cause I kept moving from the orphanage to foster houses back and forth, so I never stayed in one place long enough to make lasting friendships… B-but it didn’t go so well cause I got caught in a swoop and the eight of us went in.”

  When he finished the story you had no idea what to say… You felt a little bad about what he had just told you. 

   “I’m sorry…”

   “It’s fine, life isn’t always kind. Plus,” he stopped to grab your chin and bring your gaze up to his “I never said I was a good person, doll. I just said I was tryna get my sister to a better place.” 

   You stared into his eyes for a second, before snapping back to reality. You stood up and mumbled something along the lines of ‘I’ll get you some clothes’ as you walked off.

  Some of your larger garments fit him quite well. A pair of large, black joggers and a yellow hoodie that looked stupidly big on you. He had to go commando however, since you didn’t happen to have a pair of boxers lying around.  

   You set up the couch for him to sleep in as you weren’t about to give up your bed for an inmate that had just broken in, but he seemed pretty content in the comfort of your couch. 

    “You sure you don’t need some company in there, doll?” 

    You chuckled at his bold attempt and pressed your tongue against the inside of your cheek. 

    “Yes San, I’d rather keep the convict at least one hallway away.” You joked.

    Although you felt a little more comfortable around him, knowing that he wasn’t 100% a scumbag, you couldn’t let your guard down. 

    Your theory was proven when you woke up not much later after you fell asleep with a shadow looking straight at you from the doorway. Not remembering that you had a guest, you yelled. 

    He immediately came rushing to your side and shut you up with his hand.

   “Why did you scream!?” San asked, panicking.

   You removed his hand from your face harshly.

   “Because a huge shadow man was standing in my doorway like a lunatic! What are you doing!?” 

  “It’s… It’s 7am I’m hungry.”

 You shot daggers at him through your sleepy, hooded eyes.

  “Do you not sleep?”

   “Not really…  We have a lot of sleep deprivation in there.”

   Somehow he had this habit of making you do things by making you feel bad. And this was no exception. 

   You groaned and dragged yourself off of the bed, feeling kind of embarrassed about how terrible you looked compared to him. Although his hair was messy, it still made him look good, as it further defined his jawline.

  You didn’t know what he wanted to eat, so you just pointed at your cabinets and began teaching him what was inside of each of them.

   As you did all of this, you realized how often he’d brush his dark locks back, in order to get them out of his face. You looked at your wrist and surely enough there was a spare hair tie on it. You offered it to San, who gladly accepted the item and tied his hair in a small ponytail.

  You started walking back to your bedroom, to resume your interrupted sleep, but a pertinent question popped in your mind, and sleep was no longer your biggest preoccupation.

   You turned around and walked back to the kitchen, to find San shoving his hand down the cereal box and eating it dry.

    “San… What’s your plan here? I mean, in the long run. You can’t just crash in my sofa forever.”

    The male in question looked at you, a suggestive gaze playing in his eyes.

   “I can always crash on your bed.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you as he said this.

   “I’m serious, San. This can be really problematic for me! Do you realize the trouble this could put me in? If someone finds out you’re here I’ll have so many legal complications! I’m on the fourth floor, why did you even choose my apartment!?”

   San went quiet for a second and looked at the floor.

   “You’re the 69th apartment…” He replied quietly.

   You rolled your eyes and turned around, stressed out about his response, while rubbing your temples.

  Before you could get very far, however, the man grabbed your wrist and made you turn around.

   “You’re right, I’m sorry… We agreed to meet up in an abandoned building a couple blocks down from where we lived. We needed to lay low for at least a couple of hours. I got lucky I managed to lose the coppers, but I don’t know about them…”

    He had sat down by the dining table and buried his head in his hands. For some reason, 

you felt as if you should comfort him, so you approached the male softly and pet his head slowly.

    “I can try to help with the smaller things!”

    But little did you know that that statement would soon come back to bite you in the ass, when you came home later in the day, after your very tiring night shift, and found eight very big men sitting around your living room, just chatting it up as if it was their own house.

    Ignoring the possibly dangerous men sprawled on your floor and couch, you closed the door and walked towards San.

    “What… The fuck.” You said through gritted teeth, trying to remain calm.

    “Well, you said you could help with the smaller things, and that side of the town was flooding with cops looking for us, so I figured we could come here to lay low!” He said, gesturing to his friends.

    You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. 

    “When I said small things I meant maybe food or warm water to shower with. I didn’t mean I’d be the shelter for eight hooligans!”

    “What did you just call us?” One of them calmly asked. 

   You looked behind San to face the bleached haired male, who had a mixture of angry and offended on his face. It suddenly hit you that all of these escapee inmates were in your house, staring at you as you insulted them, and nervous tears started brimming in your eyes.

    “I-I’m sorry Sir, but you are sitting on my rug and you came from jail I think I’m entitled to be upset right now.” You told him, holding up your index finger.

     “Listen I’m sorry but overstaying my welcome-”

     “Oh, you think you’re overstaying!?” 

    Already sick of your snappy attitude, San gripped your arm and pushed you back against the wall, causing you to wince and drop your keys. His face was millimeters away from yours, so close you could feel his breath on you.

    “Listen doll, I don’t think anybody wants eight wanted criminals in their living room but you don’t have a choice, okay!? Neither of us would be here if we had a better choice but we fucking don’t, so why don’t you make this easier for all of us and cooperate?”

    You had no choice but to nod, as you swallowed nervously. San let go of you and sighed, disappointed that he had to resource to violence.

   There was an awkward silence, that the male you had known the longest felt the obligation to fill. 

    “So, uhm, these are my friends… “ He said and began introducing them one by one.

    Some of the men remained expressionless, only giving you a nod as a greeting, while a couple smiled politely and the rest chimed a small ‘hello’. 

   “Did you… All go in for the same thing?”

   “Friendship goals, right?” The male you now knew to be named Mingi said, stealing a smile out of you. 

   There was the heavy silence again… And you searched deep in your head for what could solve the awkwardness.

    “Are you guys hungry? I don’t have enough food here but I could go out and buy some chicken. I don’t think it’s safe to have people deliver.”

    They all agreed and so you went on your way, to buy food for all the unwanted guests. It was probably a bad idea to go out on your own and carry all this chicken and alcohol (that you bought hoping that the eight men would become bubblier and less threatening after consuming it) but you still thought that was a better scenario than being caught in public with a wanted criminal. So after about forty-five minutes of struggling, you managed to get into the house with three huge bags: two for the chicken and one for the drinks. 

    Their eyes all lit up once you stepped foot inside of the house and suddenly they resembled little kids. The men instantly attacked the food, proceeding to hurriedly unwrap the chicken.

    “Damn Y/N, were you in jail too?” San asked when he saw you hungrily devour the food. It seemed like you too hadn’t eaten anything that good in years.

    You quickly flipped him off and continued eating. 

  Your speculations were correct, and as the empty alcohol bottles started piling up, the room started echoing with happy chatter and laughter. 

   All of the stress and panic about the situation started washing off from them as the hours passed by and you had to admit, hadn’t they been wanted criminals you wouldn’t have minded being a part of their odd friend group.

    “H-hey Y/N, you should sit here, it’s more comfortable.” San joked with a sly smirk, as he patted his lap.

     “Keep trying, lover boy.” You told him as you rolled your eyes.

     San then placed his hands around your waist and pulled you to sit on his lap, keeping a slight grip on your body, soft enough for you to leave if you were uncomfortable. 

    “Was this a good enough try, doll?” He whispered in your ear.

    You said nothing, and your silence made him chuckle as he pulled you back, until your back hit his chest. Somehow he was right. It did feel more comfortable… And maybe it was the alcohol, or the fact that San was actually insanely hot, but all of the tension left in your body evaporated, and you felt yourself melt into his touch. 

    All of the sounds started fading into the background and you didn’t even acknowledge the rest of the boys, as all you could feel was the way San was drawing shapes on your thighs with his long fingers, and how you wanted them a little farther up your body. You pressed your thighs against each other, and this action didn’t go unnoticed by San, who squeezed them tighter in his hold and groaned in your ear. 

    You could feel a hard-on beginning to form in San’s pants, as it began poking your ass. You shifted in his lap, causing his boner to harden by the second. He gripped his waist tighter and pressed you down on his growing problem. 

     “I really want you, doll, I think you want me too…” He whispered in your ear. 

     “You’re imagining things San.” 

      He rolled his hips up and held you in place, so you could feel every curve of his fully hardened member press against you. Of course he noticed the way you inhaled shakily and giggled. Giggled. 

     San was indeed an intriguing person…

     He kissed a couple of spots on your neck, and bit down on an area he found softer, managing to steal a small whimper out of you. 

     A couple of heads turned towards you and they smirked, acknowledging what was happening, but not wanting to bother or steal the moment away. They turned their attention back to the other men, leaving you two isolated once more. 

    “Please, let me fuck you, doll… I wanna feel how well you clench around me. Will you let me do that?”

    Your mind was clouded by pleasure and curiosity, and so you stood up and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards your bedroom, not even bothering to give him a verbal response.

    The second the male heard the door click, he pushed you against it with his body and smashed his lips against yours. His hands were obsessed with your hips and thighs, constantly squeezing them as you grinded against his crotch. 

     He tapped the back of your legs and you wrapped them around him. San carried you to the bed as if you were made of feathers, and even though his tongue was harsh against yours, the way he let you down on the bed was soft.

      The two of you only pulled away when the confinement of your clothes started becoming unbearable. You peeled the work clothes (that you had never changed from) hastily from your body. San undressed just as quickly, and he couldn’t believe his view. After all that time being incarcerated he managed to have someone so good looking so willing to fuck him… He smirked and slapped your thighs, proceeding to grab them as he kissed your jaw, then your neck, then your chest, then your stomach, only stopping when his lips were dangerously close to a place you’d be wishing for him to touch you. He stopped and looked up at you. God, he wished he could take a picture of you right now… All jittery and messy, needy and aching for his touch. 

   "F-Fuck San, please!“ You begged, finally, when the teasing became too much. 

   "Anythin’ for you, doll." 

  He teased your entrance with his tongue before entering two fingers, as to prepare you for what was to come. San squeezed and bit your thighs as his fingers entered you in a high speed. 

    "Oh my G-God, San- I want you in me." 

    He groaned at your neediness, and shoved the fingers that had previously been in you past your lips. 

    You maintained eye contact as you sucked slowly on his digits.

    San lined up his cock with your entrance and pushed into you slowly, causing you to wince slightly and bite his fingers. 

    The male immediately removed his hand and moved both his hands to rest on your waist. 

    "Y-you okay, doll?” He asked, afraid he’d hurt you. 

    "Yes- yes, move…" 

     San bottomed out inside you with a loud groan. He didn’t move for a second, trying to take in how tight you were and how good he felt. And even though he tried to hold back by starting to thrust into you slowly, he soon lost control. His hips snapped against yours uncontrollably fast and neither of you cared if the moans and whimpers could be heard in the next room. 

    "S-shit, look at you doll, taking my cock like a good girl-“ 

     You gripped his arms, digging your nails into his skin, loving the way he talked to you. 

    Something about seeing all of those artworks in san’s body made you feel more attracted to the male. 

   "You feel so good inside me Sannie.”

    The pet name and the little praise caused his cock to twitch inside of you, and you could tell he was almost there, by the sloppiness of his thrusts. 

    You wanted to see what he looked like in pure lust, you wanted to do the dirtiest things with this man, his sinful figure bigging out someone you didn’t even know you had in you. 

     "I-I need to cum doll, where do you want me to-“ 

    "Inside me! Please, please cum inside me San!” You begged as you clung onto him for dear life. 

    His cock twitched once more, and he looked at you with a mix of surprise and lust in his eyes. 

    "Y/N are you sure cause-“ 

    "Fucking breed me, San! I want your cum dripping out of me, please!" 

   The intensity of his thrusts increased as did the grip he had on you. 

    "You want me to breed you? Hm? Make you mine forever? Turn you into a bad girl for me? Y-you’re so dirty…”

   "Y-yes! God yes!“ 

    "Oh f-fuck!” Was the last thing he managed to yell as he buried his member deep inside of you, shooting white spurts of cum that covered your walls. 

    It was the way his body trembled and the way his mouth fell open with small whimpers that caused you to climax right after him. 

   His sweaty body collapsed on top of yours as he slowly pulled out, and you could feel the cum drip out of your hole. 

   For a couple of seconds all that could be heard was the heavy panting, until San lifted his head and looked at you. 

    "Fuck, I guess you belong to me now…“

[londonalozzy]

Don’t Tell Bucky 1/2

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Drama

Summary: The reader arrives home one night after drowning her sorrows, thinking she doesn't stand a chance with the guy she loves most, Bucky Barnes. She is so out of it that she ends up revealing all of her feelings to the first person she sees. The man himself.

Masterlist

I've been teased my whole adult life about what an old fashioned, hopeless romantic I am.

Yes, I'm an Avenger. Yes, I can kick ass when the occasion arises. But the rest of the time, the usual place to find me, is curled up on the couch with my head buried in a Jane Austen novel.

A couple of years ago someone came into my life that I thought was the key to it all. He was destined to be the Darcy to my Elizabeth, the Edward to my Elinor, the Mr Knightly to my Emma. Oh, how wrong I was!

When Steve first brought Bucky to Avengers HQ it was like a modern day version of when Bingley introduced Mr Darcy to the people of Meryton at the ball in Pride and Prejudice.

He was the archetype of the aloof romantic hero. Tall, dark, handsome, brooding and quiet. He kept himself to himself, observed everyone with eyes of an eagle, and only spoke when spoken to. I was well and truly hooked.

As weeks turned into months, Bucky and I came to an understanding, a friendship that only got more complicated as time went on. After everything he had been through, it was hard for him to open up to people, to let his guard down. What he did yearn for though, was companionship, someone to sit beside, someone to just be there if and when he needed them. I became that person for him.

Every time I decided to sit silently with a book in hand, it wouldn't be long before I had a certain super soldier at my side, just embracing the company, not having to worry about putting on a show for people he didn't feel comfortable with.

The complication in our relationship came when I realised how much I had come to depend on him being there for me.

My aching for him first made itself known when he started going out on missions that I wasn't apart of, when he went on all day training sessions away with the guys, and whole nights out when his confidence finally got a boost. I missed him. I missed him with every fiber of my being.

"So, I'm guessing you've heard the latest gossip on Barnes?" Nat asked me one morning over breakfast, her eyes not leaving her plate of blueberry pancakes as she spoke.

"Gossip? What are you talking about?" Any news on what Bucky was up to was music to my ears. I'd barely seen him these last few weeks, and it was seriously messing me up in more ways than I'd like to admit.

"You mean he's not told you? You? Princess Y/N?"

To say Nat was surprised by my ignorance was an understatement. This must be something big if she is shocked about it. When did it change to others knowing more about Bucky than I did? I thought we were best friends. He calls me Princess for Christ's sake.

"Maybe you should ask him yourself," Nat suggested, reaching across the table and rubbing my forearm. "I just assumed he would have told you first."

Now I'm seriously freaking out. "Nat, please just tell me what the hell is going on."

"You know Theresa down in medical?" Oh, shit. I've got a bad feeling about this.

"Yeah. What about her?"

"They're dating." Oh no!

It felt like my heart had leapt into my throat. I couldn't think, never mind know what to respond with. I knew it would happen eventually. I knew he'd end up with someone. I just assumed it would me. How stupid could I be?

"Y/N, you need to tell him how you feel." Why does Nat always have to be so good at this observation stuff?

"I don't know what you're talking about," I choked with a traitor tear in my eye, and a jump up from my chair when I suddenly felt the need to escape.

Nat followed me down the hall to my room, putting herself in front of me as I tried to change into my running gear. I had to get out of there. "You can't pretend this isn't happening Y/N. This is Bucky we're talking about. Your Bucky. You'll regret it if you don't tell him."

"Yeah, well I'll regret it a hell of a lot more if I do tell him and then lose him completely."

Nat grabbed my arms, stopping me in my tracks. She was one of my closest friends for a reason. She knew what made me tick, what scared me, what mattered the most to me. It's just not a risk I can take though.

"If you don't talk to him, all of this will get bottled up inside and it will ruin your friendship anyway. Y/N you need to get this out."

She was right. This was Nat. She was always right. My head and heart couldn't handle all of this new information. I didn't know how to deal with it, how to react.

So much for that epic romance I thought I was destined for. Looks like, for me, I'm only meant to be the friend, the side character in someone else's love story. I'm Eponine and not Cosette.

Deciding to lay off of me for the rest of the day, Nat rounded up Wanda and a few others and we headed out for a few drinks. Well, what started out as a few drinks anyway.

By the early morning I had at least 10 too many tequila shots in my bloodstream, partnered with a sore throat from overly emotional karaoke renditions of some of the best known heartbreak songs. I was a mess. A mess that could barely remember her own name.

"Are you drunk?" A random voice echoed through the hall as I stumbled around, trying and failing to get into what I hoped was my room at 2am.

"Why would you think that?" I replied to the swaying figure as they moved closer to steady my feet.

"Probably because you're trying to unlock your bedroom door with a lip stick. Plus the fact that the door doesn't have a lock on it anyway. What's up?"

Ignoring the nosy stranger, and giving up on getting into my room because the handle kept moving all over the place, I went in search of the nearest soft thing I could find to park myself on. Standing up was over rated anyway.

"You don't normally drink like this Princess," the randomer observed, leaning over me as I started making rug angels on the shag pile in the common room.

Why is this guy talking like he knows me? Who the hell does he think he is calling me that? "I've just got a lot on my mind. And don't Princess me. Only Bucky gets to call me that."

"Noted," the randomer laughed with a shake of the head, then joining me by laying at my side.

Staring at the ceiling as the silence engulfed us, I decided to confide in this handsome newbie. "If I tell you something, can you promise you won't tell anybody?"

"I promise," he responded without hesitation.

"I mean it, nobody can know. Especially Bucky. He can never find out." I pulled him into a sitting position and put my hands on either side of his face, trying to stress how important it was that he keeps this to himself. He really was pretty.

"I swear, Bucky will hear none of this from me."

"Ok. Here goes," I jumped up, frantic all of a sudden. "I want him to break up with his girlfriend, and it's seriously stressing me out."

"Why would you want him to do that? She's a nice girl isn't she?," pretty boy questioned in confusion, getting to his feet as well. Why did he care so much? Where the heck did he come from anyway? I swear, if this is one of Tony's robo experiments again I'm gonna flip.

"I'm sure they're perfect for each other," I groaned. "I just know that I don't want him with her. At first I had no idea why. He's one of my closest friends. I should want him to be happy right?"

"Of course," Mr Blue eyes confirmed with a furrowed brow and by gripping onto my now clammy hands.

"Then I started thinking about it. Why was I feeling like this? Why was it bothering me so much? I realised, it wasn't just this one girl I have a problem with. It's all girls. All except one."

"Who?"

"Me."

"Wait? What?" He bellowed, leaping backwards and pacing the floor. "You want m...I mean Bucky to go out with you?"

"Yeah. I mean, I think so."

"Y/N, you can't just come out with something like that and respond with I think so," he screeched out in loud exasperation, so much so that I burst into flood of tears.

"Why are you shouting at me?" This guy is such a meanie.

When he saw how upset I was he immediately calmed down, placing his palms on my face and wiping the salty drops away. "Y/N please don't cry. This is just a lot to process."

It took me a while to calm myself down, hiccups escaping my lips as the crying finally subsided. Slowly, the angel man, stranger, person, thing walked me over to the couch and sat us both down. His eyes were boring into me, beautiful azure pools that looked slightly familiar. Maybe it was those bath bombs Steve keeps buying from Lush. I don't know.

"Why do you even care about all this? It's not like you know him or something?" I enquired, now looking at anything other than in those beautiful bath fizzer eyes.

"Just try to explain to me what's going on in that crazy little head of yours," he pressed.

Oh well. I may as well carry on now I've started.

"I've been with the Avengers for a long time. They're my family, my home. And don't get me wrong, I know they care about me, love me even. It's just easy to be sidelined, you know? To become an after thought when you're part of something so big. Bucky changed that. When I met him, it was like everything shifted. He became the reason I smiled every day, why I looked forward to getting out of bed. For the first time in my life I felt like I was at the top of someone's priority list."

"So are all of these feelings because you think you're gonna lose that? You think you're gonna lose him? I swear to you it won't happen." If it only it were that easy.

"I wish it was that," the tears building up once more as I eventually decided to look at him properly. "It would make all of this way less complicated."

"What is it then?," he pressed in urgency.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm head over heels in love with the guy."

[seraphdarlimg]

wish I were (pt4)

  harry calls reader drunk to pick him up, later on finding him sat at her piano and playing a little song

masterlist

‘heather’ by conan gray WARNINGS - ANGST, swearing, fluff WORD COUNT - 4,418

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   Just fine is how I was feeling. I was lucky enough to be able to get started straight away with a new song to work on from a different artist. Practicing new instruments and talking to new clients have been what I've thrown myself into for the past 3 weeks.

Though drowning myself into work has kept me busy and given me excuses to ignore the hundreds of calls and texts from Harry, it felt like months had pass instead of only one. I seem to forget more about them and only remember the look on his face when I turn my back on him and left. Instead of memorizing chords and words, my brain can only comprehend the words we said and the last time I felt his touch or embrace. When I want to remind myself of what he did, the moment on the balcony is the first thing that comes to my mind and I curse myself for it.

I missed him, of course I did. As I sit in front of my laptop with an opened tab on a recording program, I am instead met with another creator's block and thinking about Harry again. Two points of thought that I hate being stuck in at the moment. The empty bags and containers of snacks and my dinner surround me and I'm wrapped in a blanket while a sad playlist is playing on spotify. It was a depressing sight.

But I can only image the state that Harry's in. After everything, I still miss and care about him, wondering if he's excited about the album release tomorrow or if he's hydrated and taking the fact that I've chose to walk out of his life better than I am. It's pathetic really, but it's part of it and I can only hope to learn to live without him through time. If that is something I can even think of doing in the first place.

He hasn't called or text throughout the whole day though. I didn't want it to bother me but it did, even if it was time away that I'm asking for. I glanced at the black screen of my phone, pressing the button to turn it on. 12:23 AM and no notifications.

'i do love you, i'm sorry' one day ago. This is a good sign. This should be a good sign.

I sighed, forcing myself to turn away from my phone and focus on finishing this piece. The instrumentals are there and the rhythm is set, but coming up with lyrics prove to be difficult when I feel physically and emotionally drained.

It was late anyways. I would of been asleep by now to get ready for tomorrow, but it was most likely made clear I wouldn't be celebrating with the gang. I told Jeff the excuse that I had a meeting up north for the valid reason, even though everyone already knows what happened between the two best friends. A lunch with Sara and Mitch a week ago started off normal and pleasant as always, but had ended with Mitch bringing up Harry and me leaving abruptly.

"He's a mess. Hasn't left his house and has been ignoring everyone all week. We don't know what really happened between you two, but it's obvious that you haven't been the same as well."

The mention was enough to irk me. "Can we not right now?"

"Look even though we care about you, it's still non of our business to get involved. But it's still our jobs to see that when someone we care about is bothered by something, we make sure they are aware of it. Both of you aren't happy and should simply talk about it."

"It's not that simple Sara, he's too stubborn."

"It doesn't have to be now, but eventually. You yourself know that what you two have is way too special to just walk away from."

"Yeah well what if it's not? What if it's just not what everyone expects it to be? That even if we somehow make it work throughout everything, he's just going to run off to someone else again who'll just be better in so many ways."

"He's not the type of person to do that and you know it."

"I thought I did."

With my head rested on my hand, I feel my eyes droop. The instrumental of the song played on repeat on the program as I try to come up with words. Heartbreak and insecurities are the only topics that come to mind with the upbeat sound. I close my eyes for bit, letting the first stage of sleep take it's toll while my brain works overtime producing lines of rhymes.

But my ringtone drives me out of it. I only force my eyes open when I pick up my phone and answer the call, not thinking of who could be the only possible human being to call me at this hour. I sighed, pausing the recording and saving it. "Hello?"

"Hiiiii love! Karl told me I should call someone because I've had too much apparently. Can you please tell him that I'm a grown man that can handle my alcohol?" Shit.

"Harry- wait hold on, you're drunk now? Don't you have... who are you with?" My voice was tired and already raspy. It took longer than needed to process what was actually happening.

"Oh just all by my lonesome self at first... imagined you here a few times but I know that wasn't true, but Karl the bartender is here now!" His voice was muffled and almost drowned out by the sound of a pub. His words were slurred and I can only rub my temples at the situation he's already put me in.

"Why did you call me for this."

"Well my phone's dead and you're the number I memorized." He said softly after hearing my tone. I shouldn't, but he's drunk and alone.

"I'll call Mitch-"

"Only want you. Please?" I can imagine him pouting and I was too tired to argue with him.

"I can't do this right now..."  

"Bubs, my head is starting to hurt and everyone is not being nice. Except Karl, Karl is a nice dude."

Maybe if I wasn't overworked and sleep deprived at the moment, I would of been in the righter state of mind. But the other half of me that worried about his state took the opportunity to see him once again.

"Where are you, Harry?"

***

It was easy to find a drunk Harry Styles at a pub. A small local one that we've been too once or twice in the past, enjoying each other's company over a glass after studio hours. And there he was again, sat at the stools we'd sit on and wallowing to Karl the bartender.

"Hey." I placed a hand on his shoulder after making my way through the small crowd that gathered around him that's been listening into his conversation. His eyes light up when he turns around and sees me, while I take in how disheveled he looks. His curls are messy and his bloodshot baggy eyes tells me he's been crying for a while.

"You're here." He mutters softly after he takes a moment to register that it's actually me. I only give him a small nod in confirmation, feeling that heart ache as he pulls me into a hug. "I'm sorry." I hear when he nuzzles into my neck, most likely apologizing when he sees how tired and unwell i am as he does.

"It's okay, come on let's get you home." I managed to let out, pulling away, guiding him out of his seat and away from the bar. "Oh okay, bye Karl! Keep the change." I send the bartender a grateful smile to which he returns with a pity look on his face.

"Just hold my hand Harry okay?" I tell him when I remember how clingy he gets when intoxicated. He doesn't hesitate to do so as we make our way through the crowd and out of the building.

I managed to get him in the passenger's seat without much interaction, now in the driver's seat and cursing at myself when I realized I didn't have enough gas to take him to his house. I didn't have the energy to go to the gas station this late.

"Are you crying..." He asks, pouting when I placed my face in my hands, taking deep breaths. "Please don't be sad, love." I shook my head, counting in my head as I felt Harry lean over and watch me.

"How many did you have?" I asked when I built up the will not to cry and turned on the ignition.

"Didn't bother counting, didn't matter." I kept my eyes in front of me as I drove while I felt his still on me.

"I would beg to differ. Shouldn't be my responsibility anyways." I quickly countered, noting the sharp tone in my voice and the frown I could imagine on his face.

"I'm sorry...I really wanted to see you."

"Hmm, and getting wasted and being an inconvenience is the way to get my attention." There was a second of silence and I glanced at him to check if he was still conscious, only to see that frown and his head hung in shame. My eyes trailed to the pearl necklace tucked into his sweater, as well as a yellow ribbon tied where it clasps together.

The grip I had on the wheel loosened but I sighed as I hated how guilty I felt after, aware how difficult it was to be mad when he was hurt. "That was harsh..."

"Nooo, I deserve it. I really do because I was mean to you and I don't ever want to be mean to you. Because it hurts me too ya know? More than it did when you walked away...I'm sorry that I hurt you."

I didn't say anything after that, spending the rest of the car ride back to my place in silence.

***

"You don't have to be rich, to be my giiirl. You don't have to be cool to rule my wooorld..."

My annoyance conflicted with the flutters my heart was feeling as Harry was softly singing all the way from my car to my sofa, hand held and clinging to my side the whole time. He plopped down, immediately taking a pillow. "Ain't no particular sign, I'm more compatible wiiith- hey you have that record right? Can you put it on pretty please?"

"It's 2AM, I'm not putting on a record right now." I took off my shoes and coat, graciously doing the same for him when he pouts and rests his head back on the couch. "Aw, you used to not care about that before. Is it because of your neighbors terrible taste of music to blast so late at night?"

"What?" I rubbed my eyes, standing up and going to the kitchen. I couldn't hear his mumbled response, but I returned with a glass of water to see him humming with his eyes closed. He cuddled the pillow close to him and I rolled my eyes, almost laughing at how he was tapping his foot along with the song he was playing in his head.

"Here..." He holds his hand out expectantly and I gave it to him. He takes a drink while I place his coat over the coffee table and go to get him an extra pillow and blanket.

"Oh everything hurts." He whines as I place the pillow down on the end of the couch. "My heart mostly, but that's so cheesy of me isn't it? Yours probably hurts more m' sorry...wish I could take it away."

It wasn't just his naïve words that had my eyes start welling up with tears, but it was also the realization of how he can easily break me down. I couldn't last a whole month without being there when he needs someone, when I was the one who wanted to leave. It was also probably the realization that I had grabbed the same blanket we used to set that little picnic in the studio.

"Wish I didn't cause it in the first place." He added, which led to me sitting down on the chair next to the couch, holding onto the blanket a little longer as delirium was starting to set in.

"I don't think we should have this conversation now, Harry... this is so unfair." I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

"It is, but I'm scared I won't get another chance." My silence gave him the answer he was already aware of.

"What exactly do you want another chance of Harry, enlighten me." I closed my eyes for a minute, only to open them to see Harry looking at me in a different way. It's different, but I've noticed it before.

"Loving you." He's hesitant with his next words, most likely having sobered up a little. "I hadn't seen Heather for a few days after you left, told her later on about what happened. Took your advice though, talked to her and everything. It just wouldn't work out in the end...couldn't see myself with her in the future."

"But now you do with me?" I softly muttered, holding myself back from reaching out to him. He only nods, having that guilty look on his face because he's fully aware he doesn't deserve it. My droopy eyes are glued to his and that damn pearl necklace, too many thoughts in my head to come up with one whole response.

"Should of just called Mitch. You're an idiot for giving yourself a hangover on your release day." I finally said after a moment of silence.

"Hmm? Oh that, no that's not happening." He says casually, playing with the embroidery on the pillow he was hugging.

"What do you mean?"

"I've postponed the album thingy indefinitely or something."

"Aren't you finished with it?"

"I mean it's got 12 songs and everything but I don't know if it's really finished, I don't know." He shrugs and I'm almost annoyed by how calm nonchalant he is about it.

"You never know things Harry."

"And I hate it, I knooow! I don't know why I can't just figure it out and I hate that I'm hurting you because of it." He frowns, rubbing his eyes. "But I do know now that I love you. Really love you. Maybe if I figured that out sooner, you wouldn't hate me bubs."

I fiddle with my fingers, given up on trying to collect all my thoughts together a long time ago as I can only allow myself to take in his words and listen. He was right, in any other situation where I wasn't tired and delirious, I probably wouldn't even be in the same room as him. So here I was again, allowing myself to hurt in order to make sure he's taken care of.

Maybe it's what I deserve though. He left Heather because of me. I caved into myself at the though that I ruined the relationship of two people who loved each other simply because I didn't get the memo. She is everything in his eyes, he's proven that, so why didn't I just leave them be?

"Ugh, you probably hate me calling you that now but you know I won't stop cause you are my bubs! Like how I'm you're H. Oh... well, you stopped calling me that so...maybe not anymore but I want to be. Can I be your H again please, I miss that too." My thoughts were cut off  when he continued, finding him now lying down with his eyes closed.

"Maybe one day." I reassured him hesitantly. We would of stayed friends, we wouldn't of had to fall apart, if I had just left him alone.

"Was a weird nickname anyways, just a letter." He mumbles as I stood up, laying the blanket over him while he still holds onto the pillow.

"You sort of gave it to yourself though, get some sleep Harry."  I managed to get out, facing away from him to hide the tear that fell. He should be trying to fix his relationship with her and not me.

"Yeah, but you just started calling me it and I fell in love with it." I take one more look at him before I shut my door, seeing his face nuzzled into the pillow and the glint of a small smile on his face as he drifts off to sleep.

***

8:23. I slept around 2 and woke up 7 hours later to faint piano keys. I took in the soft melody, not recognizing it but enjoying it for a second before I forced myself to sit up and rub my eyes, realizing how dry my skin was from crying. It was definitely a sad song made up of only four chords and a fitting way to start the day as I remember the person who is most likely playing it.

I didn't want to face him, my head feeling too mushed to deal with anything else other than work. It was a weird situation to realize, the man I fell in love with and broke my heart is playing piano after I took him in when he was drunk. He tells me he officially breaks up with Heather after realizing he loves me.

He loves me?

No he doesn't. He should still love her, should be trying to get back to her now that I'm out of the picture. But he hasn't been trying too for the past month, focused on me this whole time. But why?

I snapped myself out of those thoughts quickly, knowing how terrible the following ones would be. I didn't want to think about it anymore, wanting to forget and move on. And as I quietly open my door and peaked out onto my apartment, I see his mess of curls sat on my keyboard with the blanket wrapped around him. He was considerate enough to lower the volume at least.

I took a deep breath and walked out quietly, leaning against the door frame as I continue to listen. "Part of the album, has some of your lyrics in it." He says when he notices my presence.

"Hmm. You told me that you've postponed it." I crossed my arms as he finishes the song with a long note. I see him nod, now looking down at his hands on his lap before adjusting the blanket to fully encase him.

"Yeah I did. It didn't feel right, putting something out there that I should be proud of, but you not being there to be happy with. You not wanting too in there first place, when you put your heart and soul into it, all because of me."

I frown, looking away from him when his intense eyes met mine. "It's too early Harry..."

"You told me it wasn't a good time last night too, so when is?" He huffs and I roll my eyes.

"I don't know after I have my fucking coffee?" I scoffed, uncrossing my arms and heading towards the kitchen. I hear him sigh, not saying anything else as I prepare a cup for myself, already annoyed and stressed out. I felt him staring at me while I avoided making eye contact, rubbing my temples.

"I'm sorry if I was trouble." He says, still sat down on the keyboard with the blanket wrapped around him.

"You're sorry for a lot of things." I sighed, pouring coffee into my cup.

"I am. But I don't know how to really apologize to you when you won't even let me talk to you."

I placed my cup down, suddenly forgetting about my coffee and finally looked at him. "Well what do you expect Harry? After everything you think I'm just going to trust you again? I told you I was done, I wanted to walk out of your life."

"But you picked me up. You still care, that still has to means something." He's frustrated now, desperate even and it only frustrates me more.

"Ah yes, decent morality to not leave an A list celebrity drunk in room full of strangers. That really dumb of you to do by the way, without any bodygaurds- what were you thinking?" I said, noticing how he was fiddling with the pearls that hung around his neck.

"The past month has been hell for me and all I wanted to do was see you. I feel so fucking guilty and sad and it's eating me up because I know I don't deserve any sort of reassurance from you. But at the same time, I so badly just want you back and I'm sorry for how selfish and arrogant I am." He was crying and I soften a little because of it. He tries holding it in, looking down as he quickly wipes away the tears that fall. I don't bother hiding mine anymore, having gotten used to it by now and I was tired of it.

"I've been in pain since December. Four months that you put me through so can blame me when I just want it to stop? I am so exhausted because no matter how much I throw myself into work, all I can think about is you and loving you."

"But I love you too, shouldn't that be enough to try again?" It should of been and he knows. Maybe if he realized it sooner, during his birthday, things would be different.

"You've proven that it's not." I say disappointingly, willing myself to walk over and sat down next to him, looking ahead at my piano in front of me. "I don't know what to do anymore Harry. Why can't you let me have this? Let me move on."

"Cause you and I both know we can't leave each other, too emotionally attached. I need you in my life bubs, everything sucks when you're not in it." I laugh a little at that, because it was true in a fucked up way.

"That's so unfair, why did you have to hurt me?" I hesitantly lay my head on his shoulder before he droops the other end of the blanket around me.

"I know most of my relationships don't last. Deep down I've always loved you but I couldn't let myself fall for you because I didn't want to ruin us. The thought of us breaking up and never seeing each other again just terrified me because I never wanted to lose you, ever. But I fucked up and managed to do so anyways, and I hate myself every day as much as you do." He starts playing the song again as he speaks, but it plays it down a key and slower.

"I don't hate you, can't bring myself too, but you shouldn't of been afraid to talk to me. You know who I am, we would of worked through it no matter what." He nods, followed by only the sounds of the piano melody.

"I'm in love with you." I hear him say softly after a little while out of the blue. It catches me off guard, finding it so foreign to hear those words come from him.

I let out a soft self deprecating chuckle. "No you don't. You care about me, but you don't love me. Probably saying this out of guilt or spur of the moment type thing and I can understand that, but you love Heather. She's good for you, perfect even."

"But I fell in love with you. She's not you." His brows are furrowed together as he frowns.

"Yeah, I'm not her." The small glint of my smile quickly fades and he notices it.

"What I did during my speech was very shitty. Gemma pointed it out to me right away and it's one of the biggest things I ever regret doing." He stops playing when he sees me deep in thought, slowly taking my hand to test the waters. "But I need you to understand what I said was true, that you are such an important person to me. You are beautiful, and kind, patience, and just so fucking good to me, love. I want to cherish you because it's what you deserve and I will deal with as much rejection for you to forgive me and give me another chance. It's worth every heartbreak if it means I get to love you again."

I find myself in an intimate situation, looking into his eyes at such a close proximity, our faces only inches away from each other. I was pleading to him with my eyes, begging him not to hurt me again while the look on his face was one I used to be familiar with. He was frozen while the fear that it would only just happen again held me back from moving. His eyes fluttered down to my lips, as if asking for permission and my head was refusing it. But every other part of me wanted to feel those lips again. I looked down at his, my hand taking hold of his and placing it on my chest to where my heart is before he made the move to finally press our lips together in a small kiss.

I wanted to sob because it felt right. I felt the butterflies again and the complete state of satisfaction. This time was gentle as well, but Harry put so much love into the kiss, cupping my cheek with his other hand when he feels how fast my heart was beating.

It only took a second more before I slowly pulled away, still tightly holding his hand against my heart as he could sense my doubt. "It's going to take some time okay? Probably a long time but you caused me a lot of heartbreak. But I never stopped loving you H, as much as I didn't want too anymore." I said seriously, and his eyes lits up with hope. Holding back his smile as much as he could while he nods because he heard that little nickname again.

"I'll give you as much time and space as you need, thank you. I love you so much bubs." He pulls me into a hug, nuzzling his face into my neck and I feel instantly calmer because of it. I rest my head on his shoulder while he mumbles sweet words into my skin.

"Promise I'll be good to you."

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A/N: :o it’s complete. I finished it yay! I’m so proud with how this series came out and I genuinely hope you guys do as well. I’ve started my semester and it’s going to be hectic so writing will take longer to come out, but there will be future stories that I’m really looking forward to writing and sharing :)

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[theimprobabledreamersworld]

““ you look like shit. “ “ thank you. “” with Janus and Remus or Virgil?

Thanks for this request anon! I wrote this with Remus and Virgil, then Janus is mentioned here and there :)

There's warnings for injury detail, a fight mention and swearing but it's not too graphic! It was fun writing enemies to lovers- but it's a pretty slow burn, I'm almost tempted to write a part two for this :) This is basically the start of an enemies to friends to lovers.

Hope you enjoy! <3

General writing taglist: @psychedelicships @jwillowwolf @lost-in-thought-20 @red-imeanblue @writerwithtoomanyships

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I hate you, but I'll look after you.

Remus/Virgil (Pre-Dukexiety)

Warnings: Injury detail, fight mention, swearing

The firm knock on the door startled Virgil awake. He rubbed his eyes and realised that he had fallen asleep on the sofa once again while watching some complete garbage on the TV. He stumbled over to the front door as the knocking became more insistent and frantic.

“Alright, alright! Calm the fuck down down, I’m coming!” The irritation clear in his voice, whoever was on the other side of this door better have a good excuse. He grabbed his key and unlocked the door before pulling it open aggressively. Virgil was about to shout again but faltered when he saw the sight in front of him.

It was Remus, a person who has been in his life for many years. They never got on, or agreed on pretty much anything. They argued and bickered whenever they were in the same room as each other, which continued to the point where they hated each other with every bone in their bodies. They’ve had to be physically separated on multiple occasions by their long suffering friend Janus who was always caught in the middle of their altercations. Enemies would be the perfect word to describe them, but even in the epitome of hatred, Virgil couldn’t turn away.

“Woah… you look like shit.” He said in a matter of fact way. Remus was clutching his side and he was gripping the pillar next to the door with all the strength he had left. There were cuts and bruises all over him, a particularly nasty cut shone in the light above his eye. His other eye was swollen and he was clearly in pain, but despite it all he managed to smirk and give Virgil a sarcastic comment in response.

“Aww, thank you! Ah, Virgil. My mortal enemy. After all these years, it’s nice to hear a genuine compliment from you.” Virgil rolled his eyes before grabbing Remus’ shirt and dragging him inside the house. That cut on his head was concerning if nothing else. He finally lets go of Remus and pushed him down onto the sofa. He clicked his fingers while pointing to him as a warning. Move, and there will be more injuries for me to clean up. Remus slouches on the sofa, the pain was starting to get to him and he was not in the mood to argue or intensify the situation. He gritted his teeth and tried to breathe through the pain, so he looked around the room while listening to Virgil moving around the kitchen getting things out of cupboards.

He had to admit, this wasn’t he was expecting Virgil’s house to look like. Given his coldness and callousness towards Remus, he didn’t anticipate how… warm the house felt. The rich purple walls covered in photo frames, the tables with various textbooks on them, and the windowsills that had several plants on them. Unlike Remus’ place, these plants were alive and thriving. Seeing this side of Virgil made him realise that he wasn’t the tough, closed off guy he had always assumed him to be. He shook his head of that thought, he only came here because he was desperate, not out of any kind of sentiment. Remus began to try and assess the extent of his injuries, so he carefully placed his fingers on his face and hissed when he felt the deep wound above his eye.

Remus was so busy making his injuries worse that he didn’t realise that Virgil had come back into the room and was moving everything onto one arm so he had a hand free. He walked up behind Remus and slapped his hand away from his face. He whimpered like a lost puppy and Virgil rolled his eyes for the hundredth time since Remus turned up at his door unannounced.

Virgil dumped his arsenal of first aid equipment on the coffee table, and he sat down on the other end of the sofa while scanning Remus’ face trying to decide which cut to clean up first. Remus watched as Virgil concentrated, and how he tried not to make eye contact. He laid out everything that he needed, and Remus’ eyes widened in fear as he saw the bottle of antiseptic. Had he fallen for some kind of trap? Virgil wasn’t going to help him at all… he was going to hurt him.

“Oh, I see. You’re going to use this opportunity to torture me… tell me. How much have you dreamed of this moment?” He tried to mask the fear he felt with sarcasm, but he chastised himself due to how scared he sounded. He’s had many experiences with wounds being cleaned up, and the agony that comes with the antiseptic. Virgil was pouring it onto some gauze when Remus began to speak, and when he reached the end of his performance, Virgil stopped what he was doing and put it down carefully on the side while sighing.

“You know I have to use it to help you, you dumbass. Yes, it’s going to hurt, but I’m not going to enjoy it… what do you take me for?” He grabbed a new bit of gauze before putting the antiseptic on it once again. He took a deep breath and waited for Remus to nod reluctantly before dabbing it delicately on the cuts. The other ones were okay, Remus grit his teeth and dug his hands into the cushion next to him. When the smaller cuts were cleaned up, Virgil turned his attention to the worrying one above the eye, and despite his best efforts, Remus couldn’t help but cry out every time the gauze touched his head. He couldn’t see it because his eyes were closed, but Virgil looked at him with sympathy, regretting the fact that he was causing pain. Even though they have caused each other a significant amount of pain and injuries over the years, this was different.

“Okay. It’s done. I’ve patched up what I can, you’ll need to keep an eye on them all, especially the one above your eye… so as payment for my kindness. Tell me what the hell happened to you. Now.” It was Virgil’s turn to try and disguise the worry in his voice, but it failed. Remus heard the sincerity and sighed, this wasn’t going to be easy to admit given their history. He winced as he sat up properly but stared at the floor as Virgil waited patiently for an answer.

“I was walking home earlier tonight, I saw some of our old… friends. They were talking shit about you. Bad stuff, even by my standards. I couldn’t help it, I- I saw red and I went for them. They got me in return pretty good… but I think they got my message loud and clear.” He looked up and saw Virgil staring at him in shock, confusion danced in his eyes and Remus leant back a little, not looking forward to the response.

“This all happened… because of me?” Virgil’s breathing started to get frantic, and Remus could feel the anger coursing through Virgil. “Why the HELL would you do that?! You HATE me!! I hate you! Where the fuck was Janus?” Remus shrugged, he didn’t know how to explain why he did what he did, but the hatred he usually felt wasn’t as strong, not anymore.

“I went to him first, but Janus wasn’t home, and no fucking hospitals. We might hate each other, Virgil… but the only person who can talk shit about you is me.” He couldn’t help but smile when Virgil chuckled at the statement. It was nice to see Virgil smile, it made him feel like all of this was worth it. He looked at the clock and saw that it was already 2am, so he pushed himself off the sofa and gave Virgil a nod of appreciation. Virgil followed suit just to make sure he got down the street safe. Not that he cared… of course not. As he stepped in front of Remus to open the door, he turned back trying to work out what to say.

“You know, as mortal enemies go… you’re the best one a person could have.” Virgil shuffled his feet before looking up at Remus. They smiled at each other, lingering in the company before Remus finally made the first move and left into the night.

As he heard the door shut behind him, he felt his cheeks that were red hot. Maybe Remus didn’t hate Virgil anymore, not really. Unbeknownst to him, Virgil was leaning against his door thinking the exact same thing.

[hearts4-robin]

# flying colors - Katsuki Bakugo

# genre - fluffy angst

# pairing - Katsuki Bakugo x y/n (no specific gender)

# warnings - yelling, swearing, inappropriate words, intense arguments, crying, anxiety, trauma, panic/anxiety attack

# ages - Katsuki Bakugo: 16 - y/n: 16

# authors note - I hope you like this short story (: let me know if you like it and send in some requests! <# this story haven't been read through and English isn't my first language so sorry for any grammar mistakes etc.

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# - Thursday - 01.46 a.m. - U.A. Class 1-A dorm building - #

You had forgotten what you were arguing about. But it was heated. It was horrible, the yelling from your boyfriend was driving you crazy. He had just came back from another late extra practice and he had been lacking on giving you any attention. You got that you were both hardworking students but you missed the tingling feeling from when he'd hold you close at 2am while discussing why Mineta is a total asshole.

"You never talk to me anymore!" You voice almost cracked as the words left your mouth. Katsuki's frown sunk deeper, his vein in his neck starting to pulse faster. "Maybe I don't want to pay attention to you, y/n! Ever thought about WHY I always practice so late?" he snapped back. You could clearly see how he was holding back his anger. "Well- no, I haven't-" the thought struck you like one of Kamanari's shocks. "Are you cheating on me?" Katsuki's eyes widened as he watched tears prickle up in your eyes. "What-, no what kind of boyfriend do you actually think I am?" He was yelling. On the brink of screaming at you. "Clearly one who avoids me! Avoids my company! If you're so sick of hanging out with me, why don't you just go right ahead and break up with me?" Now you were yelling too. Holding back wasn't a thing anymore. You watched as Katsuki's hands started releasing small explosions as I his eyes turned darker. You couldn't tell if it was in disappointment, anger or sadness.

"Now why would you say that! Huh? Why?" He was screaming, a hidden growl and sadness under his voice. "Because it's how I feel, Katsuki!" you frowned deeper as your nails dug into the palms of your hands, creating small moon-shaped marks. "I don't care about how you feel, y/n!" You immediately felt a sting of pain in your chest as you watched your boyfriend clench his fist and walk past you and into his dorm room. Well aware that he just woke up half the for building, he slammed the door shut. You covered your mouth with your hand as warm salty tears started streaming down your cheeks. How could he say that to you?

"y/n-chan?-" You looked up, snapping out of the daze you had fallen into. The worried face of your fellow classmate, Eijiro Kirishima, appeared from his bedroom door. "Are you okay? I couldn't help but overhear you and Bakubros argument." He stated as he walked out the door and closing it, revealing himself in a fated red sweatshirt with a big 'Crimson Riot' over the chest and a pair of black pajama pants. You shook your head no at his question as he walked towards you in his big slippers. He frowned worridly as he allowed himself to wrap his arms around you and pull you into a hug. You let out a low sob before you buried your face in Eijiros chest. "H-He doesn't ca-care-, he doesn't care a-about me anymore!" You clung onto Eijiro as he rubbed your back in soothing circles in hope of calming down your mixed feelings. Your chest hurt, your throat was sore and your head was pounding in a quick pace.

"You know Bakubro-, he's not always easy to handle. He won't tell you but he really does love you. He cares for you a lot, y/n." Eijiro looked at you as he lowered his arms around you. You looked at your red haired classmate before he looked towards Katsuki's bedroom. "Give him three days alright? If he doesn't do anything, dump him. I know it sounds harsh but that's the rule I've lived after and it's one of the best decisions I've ever made. Think about it." You nodded at his words before wiping your tears off your cheeks, even though you knew they'd be back as soon as you'd close your bedroom door. "Good. Sleep well dude! I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow. Don't stay up too late!" Eijiro grinned cheekily as he waved at you. He closed his door as he disappeared behind it. Your lip quivered as you slowly walked to the elevator. You weakly pressed the button to summon the elevator. Stepping inside after the doors opened with a low 'ding!' you leaned against the wall. You pressed the button to your dorm floor before the elevator moved slowly. You rewinded the whole argument in front of you, everything passing like flying colors with all the wrong shades.

The elevator once again let out a 'ding!' before the doors slit open. Sniffling, you walked out of the elevator with your head down. "Young y/n."

You looked up with slightly wide eyes as you heard Mr. Aizawa speak. "M-Mister Aizawa-" You got cut off by his stare. It told you everything. You bowed before walking to your room. "I'll go to sleep. I'm sorry for waking you up." You sniffled back a few tears before you closed your bedroom door after you. Letting out a small sob, you feel onto your bed. You felt absolutely miserable. You felt horrible. The pain and guilt in your chest had spread to your stomach and you felt sick to the guts as you broke down in tears again. After almost 6 months with Katsuki as your #1 wingman and your boyfriend, hearing his words hurt you. 'I don't care about how you feel, y/n!'

Those 8 words burned in the very front of your brain while you tried to sleep, escape from the aching pain.

# - Thursday - 05.30 a.m. - U.A. Class 1-A dorm building - #

You had been wide awake for the past 30 minutes, distracting yourself by getting ready. Brushing your hair, getting dressed in your uniform and doing whatever was left to do. Your appetite was small, but your stomach still craved some food. You opened the door and stepped out, rubbing your tired eyes. You followed the other few classmates on your hall to the elevator.

“Good-morning y/n…” You looked to your right to see Ashido yawning, dark circles under her eyes. “Good-morning Ashido-. Didn’t you sleep?” She leaned back and stretched her arms, her shirt rising a little as the elevator continued moving down slowly. “Not much-, Bakugo was throwing around with stuff all night! Mr. Aizawa had to tell him to keep it down and go to bed. Nobody knows what’s going on with him right now.” She yawned again after finishing off. A little sting poked you in your chest as she spoke before the elevator let out another ‘ding!’. The door opened, revealing Katsuki, Izuku, Tenya and Eijiro at the table. You and Ashido walked towards the table, and both sat down. You sat down beside Tenya, as far away from Katsuki as possible, which was odd. Very odd. Katsuki was frowning more as usual before he angrily got up from the table and violently grabbing his tray of breakfast. You avoided eye contact at all costs. You looked at the tray of food Tenya had pushed towards you. You looked up to see everybody at the table looking at you with various different expressions. Worry, confusion and awaiting. “y/n… What happened?” You looked at Tenya as he spoke. You poked to your food, the appetite you had earlier suddenly disappearing. “Nothin’.” You mumbled before standing up, holding your tray with weak hands. You left the table to the kitchen.

You froze in your tracks as you saw Katsuki in his usual black shirt with the white print on. He was holding his empty tray in his hands as the unfinished food was thrown in the nearest bin. He glared at you before tossing the tray on the counter and leaving the room. You looked after him, tears prickling and threating to escape from your tear-bags. You placed your full tray on the counter before walking back to the common area. Those moments that felt like hours in the kitchen was just a few minutes. Within those minutes, Katsuki had left the dorm and just about everyone else was up and eating. Walking towards the shoe racks, you picked up your shoes and slipped them on. You stepped out the door, already feeling the early morning cold from December. You stepped onto the road leading towards the school and started walking.

"y/n! Wait up!-" You looked behind you, seeing, once again, Eijiro running towards you while clumsily putting on his shoes. "Eijiro?..." You voice was sore from barely talking this morning. Usually, you get along with Tsu and Ashido pretty well, Yaoyorozu too.

Eijiro caught up to you as you both started walking. "Did you hear Bakubro yesterday?" He looked at you, adjusting hid headband. You shook your head. "No. Ashido told me about how Mr. Aizawa had to stop it." You were mumbling, you never mumbled around people like Eijiro. "Hm.. He'll get better. How are you feeling today? Did you get sleep yesterday?" You both reached the front of the school. He opened the door for you as you, once again, shook your head. "Hard time falling asleep?" You nodded at his question as he walked in behind you. "Do you need to talk about anything? I suck at advice but I'm always here to listen!" You nodded, smiling a little bit. You truly were grateful for people who checked up on you like Eijiro did. You both entered the empty classroom.

"Where's Bakubro?" Eijiro looked around, frowning in confusion. "I think her went for a walk or something like that. I don't know, he didn't tell me..." You dozed off as you sat down in your seat. "Tenya should be here soon." You stated as Eijiro sat down, leaning back in his seat. "Tenya is so manly! Taking responsibility to keep the class in line!" You nodded as Eijiro continued to ramble about manliness. Soon, the class was filled up, even Katsuki had shown up.

You were laid over your desk, looking up towards Mr. Aizawa as he spoke. Another practice day. The costumes slid out the wall, everybody standing up to grab their case with their costume.

# - Thursday - 08.27 a.m. - U.A. Gym Gamma - #

"Wow, y/n! Did you choose a new color scheme? It matches Bakugo's!" You looked down at yourself as Ashido, Kamanari and Tokoyami admired your new costume. You nodded at their questions. "I did. I don't know if he likes it." You were mumbling again. Kamanari opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Cementoss.

"Alright, everybody. Pair up in two and try improve your quirks." Everybody nodded and paired up in two. Mezo walked up to you, kindly asking if you wanted to pair up. You nodded as you both walked to one of the platforms. Using you quirk, you made your way up to the platform along with Mezo.

# - Thursday - 10.58 a.m. - U.A. Gym Gamma - #

"T-Ten-... Tentacole-..." You crouched forward, your lungs hurting as you gasped for air. "I-I need a break." Mezo immediately stopped his movements as he noticed your shaking limps. "y/n? Are you okay?-" He runs to you, helping you sit down. "Shit..." Your head started spinning as your breathing became uneven. You could feel Mezo's multiple arms wrap around you to support you.

"LOOK AT ME WHEN WE'RE FIGHTING, SHITTY HAIR!" Eijiro looked away from you and towards Bakugou who was flying towards him. He quickly shielded himself and hardened his arms. "WHAT'S SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU CAN'T LOOK AT ME?" he screamed as he dodged one of Eijiro's hits. He looked away again, Bakugou taking his chance to land a hit on Eijiro. "y/n-" Eijiro fell back as he kept his eyes locked on your small form being supported in Mezo's arms. "y/n? WHAT ABOUT HER?!" Bakugou was furious, letting out all the anger from the night before. He looked around, finding it weird for shitty hair to talk so much about you. His eyes widened as he saw you, knowing what was happening to you just now. He quickly took off in a run. "Y/N!"

You looked up weakly, seeing Katsuki flying towards you. "Katsuki..." You let out a small cry as you tried calming down your breath. Your vision started blurring. "y/n! Squidward get away from her!" Mezo knew better than to talk back. He looked at you before slowly letting go of you as Katsuki ran to you, gently picking you up and into his embrace. "Are you mad?! What the fuck happened-" He didn't look worried but you knew he was. The glint in his eyes showed it. "y/n- breathe. Did you drink and eat? Of course you didn't- you left as soon as you saw me, you little dipshit." He grumbled under his breath as the others started to notice Bakugo screams fading. He picked you up and jumped down, running towards a place to put you down. Cementoss approached you both but you vision was failing you right now.

"What happened?" He looked at the two of you. "She's having a panic attack. Water." Katsuki sat down with you, holding you close. "I'm sorry, firecracker-. I shouldn't have said that-" He held you closer as Cementoss walked out to get you some water. "It's okay-" "No shut up. It's not. Don't fucking say anything." He growls at you as he sits down, leaning against the gym wall and laying you between his legs. He ripped off his big hand gear and threw them beside you both before propping you up against his chest. "Breathe. Breathe you dumb-ass-" he took a deep breath as you tried to follow his breathing pattern. "It's okay. I got you. I won't let anyone, not me either, hurt you." He was whispering now, gently caressing your arm. Cementoss returned with a bottle of water. Katsuki quickly grabbed the bottle and ripped the cap off before gently helping you chug down the water. "We'll wait till lunch. Cementoss, the time." He looked at Cementoss. "It's 11.47. Lunch is in about 15 minutes." Katsuki nodded before he looked back at you. You were blinking slowly, your breathing back to normal now as he lowly talked to you.

"It's okay. I got you. And I'm not letting go of you again, never."

[hypmic-writings]

If it’s alright, could I request some cuddling headcannons for jyushi n Gentaro please? Thank you !!

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Pairing: Gentaro Yumeno x Reader; Jyushi Aimono x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N:  More Gentaro cuddles! This time, with an added touch of Jyushi! I love cuddle headcanons, they’re just so wholesome and I really just want to snuggle up with all of my faves now. I hope you enjoy these~

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Gentaro Yumeno:

Gentaro’s cuddles are always gentle and warm because his touches are quite soft

he has long fingers and he likes to keep his hands intertwined with yours, no matter what cuddling position you happen to be in

sometimes you guys will put a movie on in the background, but other times it’s just the two of you enjoying each other’s company

sometimes it’s in silence, but other times it’s the two of you talking about your days and just holding each other close

Gentaro is the type to tickle you, but not unnecessarily, only when he knows your feeling down

it’s kind of routine for either one of you to light a candle before you snuggle - you’re not sure when it started, but it’s just a little tradition you keep up

he likes to be big spoon, but he also likes to be small spoon from time to time, especially if he’s the one that had a bad day

one Christmas, the two of you bought a huge blanket to each other as a communal gift and it’s so large that you can sit on opposite sides of the couch and still be covered in it

to this day, it is your favorite item in the house and it’s Gentaro’s favorite too

as I’ve mentioned before, though, Gentaro runs warm so you don’t really need too many blankets

you guys have a billion pillows scattered all over the bed, the reading chair, the couch, and any other comfortable surface and it makes for easy cuddling no matter where you are in the house

usually Gentaro is the one to initiate the cuddles, especially when he’s trying to take a break from his work

when you instigate, he’s always a bit surprised at first, but he never hesitates to wrap you up in his arms and pull you in for a hug

he likes it when you lean your head against his chest because his figure is rather lean and slim, so this makes him feel more strong and protective than he usually does

but also, let him curl up in your lap like a little cat and pat his head, he’ll fall asleep in minutes

Jyushi Aimono:

Jyushi’s cuddles are always clingy and needy in the best way

he’s definitely the one to instigate, usually throwing his arms around you and whining that you didn’t give him enough attention during the day

if you had a scheduled cuddle session and something comes up, he is absolutely going to cry about it

his favorite place to cuddle with you is on the bed, but he’s not opposed to the couch either, it’s just that there’s less room there

if he had a bad day, he’s going to cry and want to put his head in your lap but as soon as you start hushing him and gently stroking his hair he’s going to get really quiet and docile

whenever you two cuddle and watch a movie, he loves to intertwine  his limbs in with yours so that your legs are almost on top of each other

one of his arms is almost always wrapped around you as if he’s afraid to let go and let you leave

you wouldn’t leave though, the snuggling is too fun 

movie night cuddles usually end in neither of you actually watching the movie and instead just falling asleep on the couch together, then waking up at 2am confused and disoriented and dragging each other to the bedroom to properly sleep

Jyushi really like it when you whisper positive affirmations to him while you two cuddle and he always ends up happy crying when you do because someone really does love him

on the flip side, when you’re having a bad day, he’s not very good with his words, so he usually just likes to hold you close to hum and mumble that he thinks you’re cute while leaving little kisses all over your face

the cuddling always starts out kind of violent and clingy, but usually it calms down and Jyushi actually becomes quite gentle with his touches until something sets him off once more

whenever you’re cuddling in bed, he always exclaims that he wants to be big spoon, and he’s pull you into his chest and put his chin on top of your head

within moments though, he’s going to complain that it’s too cold, or that he can’t get comfortable, or that he’s losing feeling in his arms

so he always ends up moving farther into you and then you wrap him up protectively in your arms and the night ends in him being little spoon once more

[maira-writes-shit]

Salt, saltier, Yahaba and Shirabu

Haikyuu Yahaba Shigeru and Shirabu Kenjirou friendship

Fluff, mild angst, Yahashira childhood friends

Yahaba and Shirabu met when they were 8.Some may ask: How did that happen? Well this is the story:

Both of them had been dragged to a business dinner by their parents...

Shigeru’s parents were business people. That’s just what they were.Everything they did, they did it for business.

They got married for tax benefits and to combine their companies. Sure they did love each other but that wasn’t the main reason they got married.

They got children for image. They used them to seem closer to the „average family“, to try and seem more trust worthy and kind.

So that’s what he was here for.“And this is our son Shigeru.“,his mother said with a fake smile on her thin lips. She was talking to a small woman with copper hair. Something suddenly moved behind her legs and Yahaba tried to get a glance.

The woman took a step back and a boy with the same copper hair as the woman became visible.

He was a little bit shorter than Shigeru, had chocolate brown eyes and a pale complexion.

“Well this is Kenjirou!“, Shigeru’s mother put out her hand, she had to crouch down a little do to her wearing the heels that her son always wonder how she could even walk in, the boy -Kenjirou- took her hand and nodded to her.

The two women walked away chatting with equally fake smiles and cheerful voices, leaving their sons on their own.

The awkward silence between stretched out for multiple minutes until Kenjirou sighed.

“I’m Kenjirou Shirabu...“

“Well I know that.“, Shigeru whispered looking away.

“Hey jerk! I’m trying to talk to you!“ „Well you're not succeeding!“ „You’re talking to me, right?!“

Shigeru opened his mouth but shut it again.

He was right

The taller pouted.

“Why are you like this?“

“I’m trying to not fuck this up for my parents.“ at that Shigeru looked up at Kenjirou.

„What do you mean?“ „We just moved here and my dad says he needs friends under the other higher ups...“...“I’m Shigeru Yahaba. You’re the first other kid I’ve seen here.“

“Really?“ „Yeah. I only come along for the image.“„Well I guess we will probably have to cross paths a few more times so-“, Kenjirou extended a hand with a sly look on his face „-We should probably get along.“

Start

They were 11.

They had ended up on the same middle school.

Easy to say:The teachers both hated and loved them.

Both were smart and talented people and they knew it. And they abused it.

They didn’t pay attention in class and would always make snarky remarks only loud enough for each other to hear because they knew they could keep up.

Fun

They were 12.

“You know...I think I wanna join the volleyball club.“

Kenjirou looked up from his homework a bit startled.

“Huh?“ „I mean every time we play in gym class I just have so much fun and it makes me feel good! You know?“

Do I know? Yes I do know.

“I feel like I have the control yet at the same time I can play in a team!“

“I want to join too!“ „Really?!“ „Yeah! We can play together!“

Friendship

They were 14.

Sweat was dripping down Shigeru’s face.

24:23 for the other team...it seems useless...

The silver haired boy turns his face to his best friend.

I can’t do it. It’s too much.

Those thoughts wash away as soon as he sees him.

He was determined.

That’s what he admired the most about Kenjirou...he didn’t give up.

Shigeru was weak alone. All it took was a B on a test to send him spiraling but Kenjirou was always there.Kenjirou was his setter and Shigeru was his spiker.

They were feared for being able to know exactly what the other was thinking.

They were a threat.

Shigeru couldn’t do it on his own...but he wasn’t on his own.

Kenjirou was there and he was looking at Shigeru with that look of determination that always made him go though with all the shit they thought of.

They won.

Determination

They were 14.

This wasn’t normal.

He shouldn’t feel like this.

But he did.

Chikara Ennoshita.

The brown haired boy had been his and Shigeru’s friend since the start of middle school. He was smart, determined, kind and he was able to handle the combined salt level of both Shigeru and Kenjirou.

He had been his first real friend after Shigeru.

And now here he was...having a crush on him.

That’s all it was though: a crush. Still...he was a guy...This wasn’t right.

“Kenjirou? You ok?“

The copper haired boy jumped a bit at his best friends voice. He looked up and-“Shigeru I think im gay-“

Why did I say that? I never planned on telling anyone! Let alone Shigeru...what will he think of me now-?

“Same.“

“Wait what?“

“Well I’m not completely gay- I do also like girls...so bi? Maybe even pan or something...I don’t know yet.“

„Wait you aren’t surprised?“ „Shirababe...nothing about you staring at Chikas ass is subtle. Turn the horny down child!“ „I AM OLDER THAN YOU!“

“NO YOURE NOT! WELL AT LEAST NOT MENTALLY!“, Shigeru threw a pillow into Kenjirou‘s face.

The shorter got hit right in the face and let out a dramatic gasp while throwing the pillow right back.

“STOP WITH YOUR MENTAL SHIT, ASSHOLE!“

Acceptance

They were almost 16.

“Wait what?“

“I said I’m going to apply for Shiratorizawa.“

“But-we said we would got to Seijoh together!“

“Well there is still the possibility of me failing the exam because we both know I won’t get a sports scholarship.“

“Oh who are you kidding!? You are going to pass that exam with flying colors!“

“Well thank you.“

„KENJIROU YOU PROMISED!“

“I WAS LIKE 13!“

“YOU SAID- You said you won’t leave me alone...“

“Oh boo hoo! Little baby Yahaba can’t take being alone!“

Yahaba? He had never called me that...

“Well that may have to do with the fact that you always need to show me that your better than me in everything, Shirabu!“They stared each other down.

Sure they had had fights over the years but nothing quite like this.

There was so much to lose.

But also so much to gain.

I can’t do it. It’s too much.

Shigeru walked away.

Fear

They were 16.

Kenjirou had made it to Shiratorizawa.

He looked down at his test results with a grain of salt though.

He had passed with flying colors...just like he had said...

They hadn’t talked since their fight. They had graduated without a word to each other and now they were separated.

Shigeru got his test scores back some time ago, he would go to Seijoh after summer break.

Ennoshita would go to a different school as well.

Kenjirou‘s Heart hurt a bit at That thought as well. Not only was Chikara his only other real friend but Kenjirou also still had his stupid crush on him.

Kenjirou Shirabu was sitting in his room alone.

He was alone.

He had forgotten what that felt like.

Ever since that faithful day 8 years ago Shigeru- no Yahaba- had always been there somehow. Kenjirou had always seen him or texted him in some way and even when they were fighting he would always have Chikara to talk to.

But now both of them were gone.

Empty

They were 16.

Everything reminded them that the other wasn’t there.

It hurt.It hurt worse than when Yahaba got rejected by the girl he liked.

It hurt worse than Shirabu being beaten in his favorite subject.

It hurt more than the punches exchanged when they fought over something so seemingly little now that they forgot what it was.

How do you feel after the person you spent half your life with leaves?

Broken

Lost

Alone

They were 16.

„Yaha-Chan we Are playing a practice match today and I want to put you in.“

The dyed brown haired teen turned around a bit startled.

“But Oikawa-san I’m not even that good! I just started really playing this position! I can’t possibly-“ „Trust yourself more Yaha-chan!“

Yeah as if that’s so easy...Kenjirou was my setter and I was his spiker...I honestly just wanted to try this position but-

“I can see you overthinking Yaha-chan!“, Shigeru’s senpai snapped him out of his spiraling thoughts.

„You are a great setter Yahaba. Don’t forget that.“

The younger looked up from the ground.Instead of the usual sing songy voice of Oikawa those words were said with a kind yet very stern voice.

He cracked a little smile.

Change

They were 16.

Winning.

That was what he did all of this for.

Winning.

So this was being part of a real team, huh?

He only stood on the court for a few minutes but here he was...screaming, laughing and hugging his teammates.

The last time I was this happy I was with Shigeru-

The copper haired boy turned around to the other side of the net.

There he was.

Yahaba Shigeru was crouching over a third year crying on the floor.He went around giving everyone water bottles.

He hadn’t played.

He had sat on the bench observing and filling up water bottles.

Anger rose in Kenjirou. How could they not let him play? There was definitely more than one of the third year spikers that was way worse than Shigeru!

Why won’t they let him play?

Or did he choose to not play?

Did they think they could win against Shiratorizawa and then use him as a secret weapon?

What was up with him?

He was slapped on the back by his senpai, their setter Semi Eita.

One eye contact was all Semi need to check up on him...

One eye contact and he could feel himself falling.

He wanted to tell Shigeru.

Longing

They were 16.

Loss.

That was the worst part about this.

Losing.Shigeru was on his bed looking up at the ceiling, like he and Kenjirou used to do when they told story’s till 2am.

His phone pinged.

Bangsie:

“Heh“, Shigeru smiled. He had forgotten to reset the nickname.

What does he want though? Rub his win under my nose? Tell me how much better than me he is again?

He picked up his phone anyways.

Bangsie: Shigeru we need to talk...same place

Same place.

Shigeru knew what he meant by that.

When his older brother was younger their parents had bought him a little treehouse at the outskirts of the woods not far from the Shirabu residents.

They would go there when Shigeru‘s little brother was being noisy, they wanted to get away or they just didn’t feel safe enough at home.

The Fake brunette sighed and put on his shoes.

Fixing

They were 16.

He came.

They sat in silence.

Until The copper haired boy broke the silence: „I’m sorry.“

„I know I made a promise and I knew what it meant to you but-“„No no I get it! Shiratorizawa fits your needs as a person and for your future more...I was being selfish.“

“But you had all right to be! Your brother left you behind and he was the only one there for you, I did the same!“

“Don’t fucking blame yourself for my problems!“

They stared at each other down for a good minute until they broke and they ended up hugging and crying.

The next hours were spent catching up.

Shigeru learned about Kenjirou’s crush on his upperclassman Semi.

Kenjirou learned about a guy named Kyoutani that absolutely drove Shigeru crazy and now even quit.

He also learned that Shigeru had switched to being a setter.

The night ended like many nights in the treehouse ended: with them curled up in blankets falling asleep on each other.

Home

They were 17.

I need to get better. I need to work harder. I can’t stop-

„Yahaba!“

The ball dropped on the other side of the court and he turned around to see his spiky haired senpai Iwaizumi.

“You are overworking yourself, Yahaba...“ „Oh I’m sorry I didn’t-“ „Oh no you know exactly what you’re doing! I already have one of you dumbasses!“, he looked at Oikawa, standing in the door talking to a few fan girls.

“Don’t freak out too much, ok?“, he sounded concerned...

“I’ll try, Iwaizumi-san!“

Shigeru hurried out of the locker room.

He was late to his and Kenjirou’s weekly movie night!

While he was mentally crossing all the things in his bag off a list as to not forget what to bring the boy ran into someone...and crashed to the ground.

“Hey watch were your going!“ the guy he bumped into only gave a little growl as answer.Kyoutani.

Of course it was Kyoutani.

“You’re good...“ came a little murmur from besides him where Kyoutani had apparently set off into the same way as him home.

Shigeru raised an eyebrow.

“You’re a good Player...“ Shigeru shoot around at that.

“Wh-what? You t-think I’m a g-good player?“

“I mean yeah...“Shigeru could feel a flush creep up his cheeks.

Wait what? Im supposed to hate him! He quit the team! But...

Diffrents

They were 17.

“This arm has to be a bit higher.“

Kenjirou was maybe having a so called gay panic.

Semi was too close. He was also correcting his form and touching him in all these places- Kenjirou couldn’t do this.

He threw the ball into the air, jumped and smashed that ball to the ground.

“Not so bad-Not so bad! But there is still some things you need to work on.“

“Well I wanna see you do a jump serve.“, he whispered.“As you wish, Shirabu my highness.“ The older said with a little bow before he got up to serve.

Kenjirou refuses to admit that his heart danced a little cha cha cha when Semi said his name.

The ash blond threw the ball up into the air, the perfect hight, he took two large steps and leaped into the air and finally his hand made contact with he ball and hit the ground with a beautiful thudh.

Kenjirou stood in awe for a few minutes before he excused himself to the bathroom.

Beauty

They were 17.

The ball dropped.

They lost.

Again.

Shiritorizawa won.

Again.

Again

They were 17.

They were sitting in the treehouse again.

„You guys played really well you know...“The copper haired boy looked over at his best friend and found the tear rolling down his face.

Neither one of them have ever been good at putting their feelings into words so all Kenjirou did was hold him.

Hold him while he crys.

Emotions

They were 17.

Karasuno.

Every point was a battle for power.

Yahaba got to play again...

He got to feel the ball in his hands again...

He made points!

He let the ball drop...This was his fault.

He thought he could be better, he thought he could finally face off against Kenjirou but no.

He was still weak.That’s all he was.

Weak

They were 17.

“This will be our first practice match with you as captain Shirabu.“, Kenjirou’s Coach looked at him. „You can do it.“

The new captain smiled and walked behind his team again.

“Hello and welcome at Seijoh!“ a familiar voice said. Kenjirou smiled.

“It’s a pleasure to win agains you.“

“Hahaha win? Yeah sure! We will stomp you to dust, Shirabu.“

“Game on, Yahaba.“

“Well what do we have here?, a singsongy voice said from behind Shigeru.

Oikawa Tooru

To be continued

[skyisover]

ok a lot of this is going to use my own headcanons about their hobbies and such but as promised. silent hill characters and whether or not you should date them, in order of best to worst.

under the cut bc it’s long

Harry Mason: Harry is peak boyfriend & husband material without a doubt. He has some issues with staying in his own lane (always getting involved in other people’s business, even though he usually doesn’t mean to), but that just means you get to gossip together once he’s done working for the day. He’s a little on the sporty side surprisingly enough, but mostly because being an author requires being mostly sedentary. Harry prefers hiking, but he’ll go to the gym if he doesn’t want to/can’t do the drive. He’d be thrilled if you came with him, but equally happy if you looked after Cheryl/Heather so he can have a quick break.

Pros: considerate, respectful of you and your space, always makes time for you.

Cons: has a kid and that’s not a lot of people’s thing, a little airheaded even tho he means well.

Conclusion: You should date Harry Mason (if you’re okay with kids).

Henry Townshend: The shy, creative type of boyfriend. Marriage is a little hefty of a word; you’d have to be together for a long time. Henry doesn’t talk much (though when he does he has a fantastic, dry sense of humor, he’ll have you laughing so hard in public you’ll need to take a moment), but rather expresses himself both through body language and his art. Once you know him well, you’ll be able to recognize each little microexpression he makes and how he’s feeling. It just takes time. Henry will share his photography with you, and once he’s feeling bold, ask to take photos of you.

Pros: generous, kind almost to a fault, has creative outlets he’d bond with you over.

Cons: incredibly spacey especially with dates and times, has difficulty communicating.

Conclusion: You should date Henry Townshend (if you’re okay with sometimes having difficult conversations).

Eileen Galvin: A fun-loving party girlfriend. Marriage, but probably only if you two were a little too drunk. She’d only do it if she loved you enough, and Eileen loves everyone, but she takes serious relationships incredibly seriously. She’ll love all your interests, but you’ll be especially compatible if you’re in the same party scene as her; she wants someone light-hearted that she can have fun with, and Eileen has a very outgoing definition of a good time. But she’ll always be punctual when meeting up with her partner, be it on dates, appointments, shows, etc. She wants to support you in any way she can (and can sometimes be a bit embarrassing about it, in the best way).

Pros: supportive of all your interests, good with time management, deeply treasures your relationship.

Cons: has a tendency to be jealous, always wants to stay out a little longer, even if it’s 4AM.

Conclusion: You should date Eileen Galvin (if you’re okay with being designated driver. A lot).

Alex Shepherd: Alex is probably the most touch starved person on this list lol. He doesn’t really understand relationships, though. Alex is a good boyfriend, but he hasn’t exactly had any healthy role models for being one, so expect arguments when he doesn’t understand what to do or what he’s done wrong. He really does try his best, though; he knows how bad his parents were, and he wants to do better. His favourite thing to do is play sports in the park with his friends, and it’s kind of a dream date for him. If you aren’t sporty, you and Alex will usually grab lunch or ice cream after, depending on the time of day. Feel free to tease him for poor performance on the field. He’ll always laugh it off.

Pros: great sense of humor, high energy, puts hard work into a relationship.

Cons: horrible with emotional communication, stubborn.

Conclusion: You should date Alex Shepherd (if you’re okay with working through bad arguments).

Travis Grady: Travis has no experience with relationships. Period. When he’s not working (which is the majority of the time), he’s usually at home watching TV with a steak dinner. He’d probably meet you through the company he works for, or at the grocery store (both of you reaching for the same item?? Anyone?? Anyone??). That’s pretty much what the majority of your dates will consist of- he’ll occasionally go hunting and always invite you unless he knows it upsets you, but it’s never for sport. Travis is a believer in ethical eating and never eats meats that come from processors or the store. Rest assured he’d be more than willing to cook a fantastic homemade dinner for the two of you (and brag a little once you compliment his cooking).

Pros: laid back, a bit of a romantic, stable.

Cons: usually out-of-town making deliveries, prone to clamming up when frustrated and bringing work home.

Conclusion: You should date Travis Grady (especially if you like homemade meals).

Maria: Maria is an enigma. She doesn’t really do the girlfriend thing, per say; she doesn’t like to be exclusive. If anything, it’s a fear of commitment, but she’ll still take you out on dates. Maria’s fantastic company. Drinks at Heaven’s Night, walks by the lake, 2AM pizza runs, she loves it all. No bowling, though. As long as you don’t take any issue with her line of work, the two of you won’t have any real arguments. You go on dates, you sleep together, you’re free to see other people. If you ever need anything at any time, you can call Maria, and she’ll be there. Either a shoulder for you to cry on, threatening (jokingly, or is she) to kill whoever hurt you, or going out to get your mind off of it. Maria comes through.

Pros: a loyal friend, defends you to the death, always ready to go on an adventure.

Cons: only does open relationships, isn’t... like... real?

Conclusion: You should date Maria (so long as you don’t mind the lack of exclusivity).

Lisa Garland: Lisa is a very busy woman. On top of nursing, she struggles with her own addiction, and the abuse she survived. She loves wholly and incredibly quickly. Lisa would want to go on coffee dates, go out on the lake, watch romance movies together, the whole shebang. She’s a classic romantic. However, Lisa’s addiction isn’t something to be romanticized or taken lightly. She needs help, and she knows that; you’re the only person who supports her recovery, supports her dreams of becoming an actress, you are her best friend, and that’s more important. One day in the future, when Lisa is prepared, a relationship could be had together.

Pros: always willing to use her free time to see you, deeply loving, and always worries for your safety.

Cons: can be clingy, has a tendency to overstep when she’s concerned, but it comes from a good place.

Conclusion: You probably shouldn’t date Lisa Garland (at least until she’s ready).

Murphy Pendleton: Murphy tries his damnedest to be a good boyfriend/husband, but he has a lot on his plate. If this is before Charlie’s death, anything his son needs will always take priority. (He’s a good dad). If this is after, the murder of his son will torment him forever. That, on top of being a prison escapee- even though Anne presumably covered for him as per the good ending, he’s considered a dead man. It wouldn’t be a normal relationship, and it wouldn’t be easy. You can rarely go anywhere with him and you move frequently, putting a strain on your relationship. Murphy would love you, but he may break it off, just to keep you out of harms way.

Pros: honest, loyal to a fault, and passionate about everything he cares for, including you.

Cons: prone to anger, a legally dead felon.

Conclusion: You probably shouldn’t date Murphy Pendleton (unless you prepare yourself for heartbreak).

James Sunderland: James’ marriage lasted for years, so it’s safe to say he understands relationships. That being said.. we all know how that ended. James is miserable. He’s devoted to his partner but keeps to himself; a relationship with James is a relationship with his own desire for punishment. He wants his partner to treat him the way he deserves to be treated. Unless you have extreme patience and are willing to help James (and most likely Laura as well, going by the Leave ending), and even then, it’s not a healthy relationship. James can never move past the guilt of what he’s done.

Pros: gives you all the space you need, physically affectionate in private, emotionally devoted albeit in an unhealthy way.

Cons: trapped by his own guilt, often uses you as a personal therapist or mediator between himself and Laura.

Conclusion: You should not date James Sunderland (unless you like the smell of pillows and getting called Mary in bed)

Vincent Smith: The only person Vincent has ever cared about is himself. This would not be a healthy relationship. He uses you for physical comfort, for sex, for indulging all of his earthly desires that he knows the Order would look down on. Vincent can and will emotionally manipulate you if it benefits him to do so; even if or inevitably when he does grow fond of you, ultimately he won’t risk his position or any advantages for anyone else. He isn’t a bad person to spend time with, generally speaking, and can even be quite funny. Vincent leans on the obnoxious side, but if you aren’t emotionally invested, you likely won’t fall for any of his tricks.

Pros: a physical lover, intelligent, easy to have educated conversations with.

Cons: manipulative, selfish.

Conclusion: You should not date Vincent Smith (but you should hang out with him and give him a hard time).

Walter Sullivan: Walter is a man of obsession. If you were someone he met when he was alive and attending Uni, he was probably a relatively normal, albeit a little strange, boyfriend. He’d be clearly troubled but genuinely seem to care about you, and even is excited every time he sees you. Not in a weird way, but a sweet one. Things change after he dies. He becomes obsessed with bringing you into a better world, showing you to his reborn mother. He stalks you as he completes the 21 Sacraments, watching as you sleep, tracking your every move. All for a better world.

Pros: he literally looks like Brendan Fraser i mean -

Cons: i really don’t think i need to explain this one guys

Conclusion: You absolutely should not date Walter Sullivan. (But honestly, I wouldn’t blame you. He’s hot as fuck).

Anne Cunningham: ok bootlicker

Dahlia Gillespie: don’t.

[londonskies]

2am conversations are for feelings.

Harry and Reader like their 2am conversations, but tonight's conversation doesn't leave them with that much words to say. At all.

The wind blew past us as we sat on the roof, drinks in hand and eyes on the stars.

The silence was comfortable. It wasn't always, but Harry was such a nice guy that all the shine of being a celebrity soon faded away, leaving me not spazzing out that I now hung out with my celebrity crush, as actual real life friends.

I had met him by chance. A vacation in a beautiful place led to joining him in a game of beach volleyball to even out the teams.

His friends were the nicest to me too, which surprised me because I was a lone stranger trying to pretend not to see friggin Harry Styles for the sole reason that he looked so happy having a normal day.

After that, they had insisted I join them for lunch and found out that one of them actually worked in the same place as I did, just in a totally different department, and soon, that small connection got me integrated in their little group of friends.

Movie nights and dinner parties, sleepovers and trips out camping as well as going to the beach all became treasured memories for me, but what surprised me was that I found myself having 2 am conversations with Harry. Alot.

As an insomniac, it was normal for me to wake up in the early morning. When I'm alone, it's usually just staring at the ceiling, waiting for either sleep or dawn to come.

But during a sleepover to Harry's house, I found his legs dangling outside of the guestroom I had stayed in. Since then, it was sort of tradition for me and him to find each other in either the roof or whatever secluded place we could find, if we were awake in the wee hours of the morning. (Which, I almost always was anyway)

Today was no different. With the house party in full swing downstairs, I had decided that I had had enough of the loud music and sweaty bodies and alcohol. Grabbing a bottle of iced tea from the fridge, I snuck to the roof outside of the host's bedroom window, finding that Harry was already there and watching the stars.

I joined him without a word, smiling as he acknowledged my presence with a smile and looking back to the stars with a swig of whatever drink he was holding.

The silence was calming. The wind cooling my skin from the heat of the party, paired with the quiet sounds of the night and the quake of the booming party music from far away.

Some days we had too much to tell each other, but sometimes, the company was all that we needed. Today seemed to be one of those days.

The music was waning when one of us finally spoke without looking at the other.

"It hurt."

My silent look to his side profile made him continue what he was saying.

"When he broke up with me."

Instantly, I knew who he was talking about. Louis, his best friend, or, was his best friend.

It hadn't taken too many 2am conversations for me to open up about my lovelife (or lackthereof) and soon, he had dropped the bomb on me.

He and Louis had been together once.

In the early days of the band, he had been absolutely taken by the loud and charismatic personality that Lou had. They circled around each other like a moth to a flame, instantly clicking together and becoming closer that anyone had ever imagined.

So when Lou had mentioned that he wanted to explore his sexuality, Harry had eagerly jumped up to the plate and volunteered his help. A decision that later resulted to his heart getting broken.

Louis breaking up with him had not been an easy decision, Harry had explained when he saw my reaction when he gave me that little nugget. I had been livid at the thought of someone hurting him, even if it was done by someone I looked up to.

In the first place, he had said, falling into the relationship was easy for both of them. The motions were easy, moving together was easy, the gestures, the words, everything was easy.

But Louis had soon realized that he hadn't been in love with Harry, only at the thought of being in a relationship with someone.

And that had taken a long time for him to get it off his chest. He didn't want to hurt Harry, who clearly loved him with all his heart, and whom he loved just as much back, just not in the way that Harry did.

Eventually though, it had happened. He had gotten home to Louis wringing his wrists, looking extremely distressed, tears already dried on his cheeks but still being accompanied by more new ones from his already red rimmed eyes.

He had adorably (Harry's words, not mine, but I am inclined to agree in the premise of my imagination) blubbered apologies left and right, incoherent words sprinkled far apart and scarce, but Harry had understood.

And he let Louis break up with him.

They had spent the night on the couch, reminiscing memories and intimate touches, and when they woke, it had become official. They were no longer together.

Louis had Liam to go to after they broke up, and Harry started to go to Zayn for the deep conversations and to Niall for the laughs. They hadn't intended to drift away from each other, but they soon did.

They were still pretty close to each other, but not to the extent that they were before they became a couple. And it had hurt Harry more than he cared to show anyone.

And then with everything happened and between Taylor, Eleanor, Brianna and Freddie, Zayn leaving and the extended hiatus and the solo careers, Harry hadn't let himself hurt.

Even when he dropped the Larry bomb at me, he had seemed resigned to his fate, like it didn't matter, like it was just a passing memory that he decided to tell me.

But it seemed like tonight was gonna be different.

I silently reached over his free hand and squeezed gently, letting him know that I understood and wouldn't press him for more than what he would let me know.

He paused for a little while, like he was gathering strength to continue, and I just waited patiently, letting him take his time.

"It hurt that he couldn't love me in the way that I loved him."

The waterworks shouldn't have surprised me, he was hurt and he was allowed to cry about something even if years had already passed, but it did, and all I could muster up to do ws hug him and hold him tight, as if I was trying to keep the pieces of his soul together.

"Why does it still hurt?" He squeezed me back, fingers scrunching the back of my oversized sweater along with my hair, and I let him.

I let him hurt, and I let him feel. Because he hadn't allowed himself to and I'd be damned before I stop him from doing just that.

My voice cracked as I spoke, but I pushed on. "Because you've been bottling it up for so long, and it's okay. Now you can let youself hurt, you let yourself feel, then you can let yourself move on."

His tears fell onto my shoulder, leaving it damp and cold, but I let him. "What if I don't want to?"

"Don't want to what?" I cracked a smile, knowing exactly what he meant, but knowing that this was his way of coping.

"To move on."

"That's okay too. But someday you will, and that's all that matters."

I felt him smile into my shoulder and sniff, brushing the tears away from his eyes first but then breaking back down and sobbing. He didn't say anything after that, just tears and hugs and squeezing each other to remind each other that we were still there.

My heart ached for him, but I knew that that was just how it had to go. Louis had not intended to hurt Harry, but he did, but that was okay. And Harry was okay. He was just letting himself feel. And I let him.

We hadn't noticed the music turning off, or our friends shooing the other guests out and saying goodbye, stumbling to their rooms on their drunk asses, crashing into bed. We hadn't noticed falling asleep on the roof, clinging to each other like a lifeline.

But when we woke up, we smiled and went down for breakfast, like 2am stayed at 2am and now all was well.

[doolsetnet13]

cheesy feelings at 3am.

hello! so here's the scenario based of chan's recent vlive 👀 (i'll never be able to get over this guys i'm sorry) the title has nothing to do with the actual story it's just because i was feeling cheesy at 3am and decide it to write this sosldkskfskkfsl chan has my whole heart and he's gonna kill me someday i swear 😭💘 ANYWAY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! (also if you want to listen to tenerife sea while reading i think that would be nice 👀) 💞💞💞💞

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so, chan was doing a vlive. it was kind of late at night, but again, when does this men sleeps?! we were at one of the many jyp studios, he was trying to work on a song, but couldn't concentrate, so i suggested him to do a vlive, to talk and just relax a little bit while interacting with his fans. of course i was in the background, just watching his shy smile right before he starts, i couldn't help but laught a little bit at his shyness, he sings in front of thousands of people but can't do a live on his own, it's ironic right? but just one of the many things i love about him.

"what? why are you laughing? there's something on my face?" he asks, turning on his chair to look at me while wiping his cheeks, the smile on my face grew even bigger.

"yes, beauty." i say just to tease him a little bit more.

"well i'm glad you think so, but i knew that already." he sends me a quick smirk before finally turning the thing on and asking me to not make much noise.

i think i should mention that he was wearing his usual all black outfit, bare face and all. gosh how can you be so in love with someone? is that even possible? looking at him right now, hiding his face with his hands as people start to join the live, being his dorky adorable self, my heart was about to explode and it would be all his fault.

"hello. i feel shy already." you know those cartoons where people have heart eyes while looking at someone they love? that was me right now.

he talked for a bit before start listening to music, i cover my mouth to prevent people from hear me laughing as he then starts to jamming to the greatest showman soundtrack, he was obsessed with it lately. we watched together and he cound't stop teasing me because i said i had a crush on zendaya (who doesn't right?!)

"is there anything that you guys wanna recommend to me?" he asked to the viewers, and as he slightly took a glance at me i mumbled "JOHN MAYER!" he coundn't respond but i know he was thinking "AGAIN?!" he recently started to listening because i listen to it a lot, BUT JOHN MAYER IS A GENIUS OK?! YOU CAN'T BLAME ME FOR THIS!

"rewrite the stars? is that a song?" he says out loud, more to himself than to anyone else, already tiping the title of the song on the computer. watching him in his element always make me think about how lucky i am for founding him in this life, and even more lucky that he wanted to be a part of mine too. the song played trough the speakers, it was kind of an emotional song, "but you're here in my heart, so who can stop me if i decide that you're my destiny?" he was oblivious to me staring at him as he enjoyed the music, but being cheesy as i am i cound't help but relate the lyrics to him, or to us. i was so in love with him, and i was so grateful for that.

"oh, zendaya." he said smirking, and as mentioned previously, i already knew what he was thinking so i just smirked too. if he could i bet he would say "yes guys, my girlfriend has a crush on zendaya."

"i can't sleep very well, so when i work this late at night, i concentrate more." that was something i could say i knew, we both weren't very good at sleeping eight proper hours at night, so, sometimes things like this happens, he can't sleep so he calls me and asks if i'm still awake and we both end up on the jyp building until 2am, life is hard guys, is even harder when you have insomnia. maybe that was one of the things that put us together: the lack of sleep.

"there was a time when i used to only listen to this song, shawn mendes' lost in japan. it's amazing." he gives me another quick glance, and i smile widely. some time ago i spended a couple months in my parents house, it wasn't a really long time, but since we met we used to spend at least a couple days of the week together, watching movies with the other boys, eating some junk food, writing songs, or just simply enjoying each others company, so being away like that, it wasn't so easy. and around that time, this song came out, chan said he listened to it all day while i was gone, that he could relate to lyrics cause he missed me but that the song also gave him a warm feeling.

"everyone in my family is really musical." the smile on his face when he talks about his family is the most beautiful thing i ever seen, his eyes shine so bright and i could stare at it all day.

and then, OF COURSE, someone had to suggest one of my favorite ed sheeran's songs just to break me into pieces.

"i love this song. oh my gosh." i started cringing on the back, like i was saying "COME ON! YOU WANT ME TO CRY RIGHT NOW CHRISTOPHER?"

"this is like my go-to song when i feel really relaxed... and just want to rest." can i kill him?! i can't take this anymore, it was supposed to be just an innocent live for him to chat with the fans but now i'm suffering... and i want some cuddles... while listening to ed sheeran, or while he sings ed sheeran's songs to me 'cause he knows that make me weak and i would do anything for him, that he has my heart in the palm of his hand, that i coud listen to his voice for days and i woudn't complain for even a second, because he is all that i want... all that i could ever ask for...

"cause all that you are is all that i'll ever need, i'm so in love, so in love." he sings a little bit, and then looks directly at me, he is singing to me and i know that, but the people on the other side of the screen don't know that i'm there with him, they can't know, but that's fine, cause i know and that's all that i need.

"stay, isn't great?" he smiles widely.

"if i were to do a cover, i'm curious to know if there's a song that you would recommend for me." and, again, i looked at him as saying "if you don't do a fucking john mayer cover i'll break up with you." then he laughed out loud cause he knew what i was thinking since i always asked him to do one.

"i am having a lot of rest, it's ok. i do have a lot of rest so..." oh ok your liar, we all know you are a workaholic, but it's still sweet that you don't want to make your fans worry. i thought to myself. it's ok, i'll make sure you have some good sleep later.

"bye bye. you guys make me happy too. i'm going to leave now." he said goodbye and turned off, looking a lot more relaxed than he was before. getting up from the chair he comes to me, giving his hand so i could get of off the floor, i take without hesitate. he then hugs me and hide his face on the crook of my neck. i hug him back, he still smells like the coffee we had earlier that day.

"i want some cuddles." he says, kind of sleepy already, all the talking must had made him tired i guess. i smile while taking my hand to his hair.

"oh yeah?" i respond, knowing i couldn't deny him anything while he looked like that. he stares at me, his hand coming to rest on my cheek, a smirk on his lips as he continued.

"yeah... and some kisses too." he gets closer and finally connect our lips, it's a slow kiss, without any rush, like he just want to enjoy the moment, his grip tightening on my waist, he finish the kiss with a soft bite on my lower lip. and i smile in between all that.

"let's take you home then." i say reaching for his hand while intertwining our fingers. and just like that, i couldn't be more happy that i had this amazing, beautiful boy by my side, it was all that i could ever ask for and so much more.

[gothamstreetcat]

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It’s 2AM on another cold winter’s night in Gotham City as Selina Kyle walked among the moon. Fingerless gloves shoved deeply into her armpits having no place warmer to go. No place warm to take shelter like their owner. 2AM when the nearing payphone begins to ring stopping Selina Kyle at her feet in the dead of night because even in Gotham, no one tries to reach a payphone at this hour. Though tough and strong she is startled ultimately from being alone and 2AM is the hour between the hours when the crazies and weirdos start to come out. More dangerous and terrifying then the ones that walk amongst the citizens in the daylight. Selina, herself being the exception. As a cat, she is on the prowl. Restless and yet so tired at the same time.

She came toward the ringing payphone in its boxed framed, thankful that if it was ever to rain she would at least have shelter from that. Yet, the phone was still wailing its annoying sound and Selina was worried the noise was going to draw attention to her. She hesitantly picked it up anyhow.

“I need you,” was all it said. The voice on the other end. “I need you,” breathing deep into the receiver of the phone and Selina knew exactly who the voice belonged to. Not even bothering to wonder how in the world he’d found a way to contact her, yet instead, took notice of the sound of his voice. A sound like he’d been crying, or perhaps, crying still. Selina didn’t even hesitate after that, not a second longer before she said “I’m one my way,” and rushed from the phone booth back into the cold to find the fastest way to Wayne Manor she could acquire. Walking would take her an hour or more--he lived three miles from the city for heaven sakes--and he sounded desperate, scared. She had no time to waste. She had no time to play it safe.

Running down the strips of parked cars she slammed her fist into the handle of each door and pulled as hard as she could trying to imagine that the entire door might just yank free. Except none of them do since people in Gotham had somehow become smarter about locking their cars at night. Giving up, she smashes one of the driver side windows instead. The glass shatters against her leather clad elbow and she is thankful no alarm goes off. Locked doors or not, it’s easy to get robbed in Gotham.

Immediately she goes to work getting inside the vehicle and under the wheel. She’s never hotwired a car before but “she knew a guy,” once. However, getting the car started in considerably easy. The hard part is driving. She’s never done that before either, but when the old junker purrs to life beneath her feet she can’t tell if she’s nervous from fear or nervous from excitement.

She tries to push her feelings aside. There’s no time. “I need you,” was all he said. No contect, no explanation. Maybe she didn’t even give him a chance. Maybe it was Alfred. Had he gotten hurt? Was Bruce hurt? She wasn’t even sure where he was. Hospital or home? It was her gut that told her to drive fast, yet steadily to the Manor. The dial measuring her speed going up more and more as she finds herself flying down the narrow streets with such ease. Dogging the bit of stray cars in her way. Her foot resting more and more relaxed on the gas pedal as she makes it to Bruce’s house in a fraction of the time then had she walked.

She jumps out of the seat, not noticing to undo the seatbelt she never even bothered to throw on. Sneaking around the back like a robber clad in black through the night. Seen only when she wants to be and heard as nothing less than a crickets chirp, Selina makes it to the window fast enough. Her fingers curled around the knob feeling like Ice before she can even begin to process what she’s going to find on the other end. Still, she turns the handle and throws it open barging in.

There, she finds Bruce, standing swiftly and turning around from the couch. Teary-eyed and almost sobbing again when he sees she’s come. He says nothing and rubs his eyes. Clearing on the edge of crying all over again.

“Come here,” she crosses the room to him, arms outstretched.

It was just another nightmare. 

II

2AM when the phone rings in the pitch dead of night while Alfred sleeps peacefully in his quarters upstairs and Bruce lies awake staring at the ceiling. He rushes to answer the call as fast as it came to him to not disturb Alfred. Though, nervous as he was about the caller on the other end there was also only one name he knew would come to mind in regards to the hour.

Yet, when he picked up the phone and remained silent for such a long seeming time… there was no voice. No words. Just ragged breathing. A small sound that was barely there. Seemingly so far away that it forced him to speak from his own end.

“Selina?”

She can barely talk and his palms are both shaking and sweating as he grips his father’s desk. Both trying to stay as calm as he can while he presses the receiver further into his ear so he can hear her better.

“I need you.”

Her words come out broken as she tries to blurt out an address. Thankfully she does manage to get out: “the alley beside the pharmacy,” which he knows of. So he heads as quickly as he can to the kitchen and flings open one of the cabinet doors displaying an array of vehicle keys in the garage.

He snatches one up and hurries to the garage where he finds its owner fast enough among the rows of shiny cars. The engine comes to life as soon as he turns the key, breaking the silence of the dark. He’d never driven before except once with his mother. In the parking lot at the pier against his father’s wishes because his father felt he was too young. But his mother was a rebel—like with this car, bought with her own money despite not having too. It was a fixer- upper back in her day. An average car for an average person. “Seen better days,” his father would say. “But the best are yet to come,” his mother would reply.

He pulled out of the garage as silently as he could and prayed that Alfred would not have awoken and found him missing. Thankfully, the city was not that far away and if he stepped on the gas in clear roads he could make it soon enough.

He parked on the side of the street in a jagged fashion—noticing the payphone not too far away where Selina had probably called him. He stuffed his hands deep in his trouser pockets while exiting, realising he’d forgotten a coat in all the commotion, but when he saw a figure lying in the alley beside the pharmacy he forgot how cold it was instantly. Rushing to be at her side he called her name and come down flying to his knees.

She did not jerk into an upright position or startle at his hands shaking her shoulders as her face was buried in the gravel. Yet, when he maneuvered her onto her back he could see--just by the faint trickle of streetlight from the road--a thin trail of blood running past her lips and down her chin. Yet, it was not just the trail of crimson on her pale flesh that caused him shuttering concern, but the fresh smell. More prominent than just the tiny bit he could hardly see. He started compressing, staring at her arms all the way down to her stomach where he stopped cold. Wet blood. Warm and cold all at the same time, coating his hand from his fingers to his palm. Selina whimpered as he pressed gently.

Selina… He panicked. “Hospital,” was the first word that passed his lips. He could carry her to the car possibly, help her walk if she was able. However, by the time he attempted to help her up she was struggling against him and murmuring solf words he couldn’t hear. He bent close and she whispered to him again.

“Unlocked.”

The Pharmacy. The back door to the Pharmacy was unlocked, presumably Selina has unlocked it right before she had lost consciousness. He rushed in, luckily within an area he found himself comfortable. A stab wound. He need gauze, peroxide, badges, something to stop the bleeding and something to stitch the wound. Needle and thread. Luckily, he’d seen his father sitch up patients many times before from the doorway of the kitchen. Sounding more morbid then it is, his father would fix up up those who could not afford medical care right over their kitchen table. Bruce would come down in the hours he could not sleep and watch him do it while his mother played nurse. They were a team, the two of them, and he admired seeing his father in his true area of comfort. Not just sitting high in a chair at the Wayne Enterprises board. Working for the company was his duty but helping people was his passion.

When his father had finished and his patients were free to go the kitchen looked like a slaughterhouse. His mother would douse the countertops and floor with a mixture of water and bleach. By the time she was done everything looked perfect and spotless.

He gathered the last of what he needed into a plastic basket and snatched up a flashlight along with some batteries as well. Better to see in the dark he figured while he was sewing her back together. He rushed back out into the alley, slightly relieved to see Selina now a little bit more together and in a sitting position with her back pressed against the building bricks for support.

He crouched, fumbling in the near black with his fingers prying open the packages of batteries and bringing light onto Selina. The lamps in the street and the fluorescent colouring of the Pharmacy’s sign too far out of site to help him. Somehow he manages. Selina beside him breathing heavy without saying a single word. He flicked the switch on the flashlight and instantly the burning light flickered into existence. He shined it at Selina and surveyed the damage, pushing her leather jacket out of the way to get a better look. A stab wound, no telling how deep but deep enough to leave a decent sized stain on the black of her hoodie. Red blood and black fabric mixed together he could barely tell it was there but instinct made him sure. If he didn’t work quick he knew Selina had to protection to bleed out and die.

He got to work fast, pulling the medical contents out of the basket. Instantly Selina attempted to reached for something but her hand fell back to her side as quickly as it was raised.

“Let me help you,” he said to her.

She nodded and that's when he noticed with the burning light in his hand, a fist sized bruise covering Selina’s eye. Black and blue and swollen shut. How did she get such a way? Somehow it didn’t seem as important to him. Selina couldn’t speak and if he waited for figure an answer she wasn’t going to be getting the help she needed.

He took her in his arms and did his best to maneuver her onto the gravel while she helped. There he removed her jacket, unzipped her hood, and pulled her shirt up just enough to expose the wound. Selina shivered from the cold and that’s when he realised his own horrid chills going up and down his spine. However, he couldn’t let that slow him down. Selina’s body was already cold like ice. Her skin smeared in red.

He went to work, removing a pair of scissors he found in the desk at the cash register. He needed something to help stop the bleeding, so he took the only thing coming to his mind in the time of crisis. His sweater, which he removed before cutting it into large strips. Again, his body convulsed against the cold, but he found the faster he worked the less the cold seemed to bother him. Then he popped the cap on the alcohol bottle. “This is going to sting,” he told her, right before pouring the contents right over her burning wound. She screamed through clenched teeth and Bruce began pressing into the wound with shredded remains of his sweater.

“I know, I know,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

He started to feel guilty for hurting her more as she buckled beneath him while he pressed harder into the laceration. The pain was however necessary. Then he let the cold air breath over her to take some of the sting out.  

Selina’s hand shook in the darkness both from the cold and pain. She reached for the needle that was now occupying his fingers but she only caught his hand instead.

He held her hand for only a second to bring her comfort. “I can do it,” he said.

She groaned. Cursing under her swollen lip as she shut her good eye and prepared for a hack job. Yet, Bruce was gentle, either from an abundance of numbing pain or just because he was lucky, but Selina could barely feel a thing. Nothing but a pinch against her flesh on what felt like a monster sized mouth wound.

The smell of the blood made Selina nauseas while it’s pungent Odor somehow made Bruce more calm and focused as the tip of the needle weaved in and out through her flesh. Like cotton, so impossibly simple and easy. Selina’s skin was soft. All the while pulling the thread just a bit at a time while he worked. Check back at every little bit to see the look on Selina’s face as she winced. Her skin came back together by each pull. Beginning to look like it was almost perfect again. His stitching was impeccable, the wound was clean, the bleeding had mostly stopped. Selina was going to be fine; and while it was not the most ethical thing to do, it was Selina’s way of things and Bruce respected her for it. She was strong and tough. A survivor which he admired her for. If she wanted to be taken to the hospital she would have said so. She could have potentially made it anywhere for help, yet she called for him. Had the door unlocked by the time he arrived. This was her plan all along.

Now all stitched up and perfect he gave her one last look around to make sure she wasn’t bleeding from anywhere else. Then, he helped her back up from the ground to the wall and handed her a cool water bottle he snatched from one of the refrigerators. He placed it against her eye.

She threw something at him. He looked down at this lap and realized it was her jacket. His eyes went back to her face and he smiled. Selina’s lips twitched upward in the same, her fingers reaching up to cover his over the water bottle.

“You’re going to be alright, Selina.” His words are a comfort. 

III

2AM at the Sirens club and the lights are still burning fresh and hot. Selina weaves herself through the various party goers and young drunks. 2AM with the club partying still going hot. Booze and bodies flying around in a dizzy of heat and lights.

“I need you.”

They had been smart enough to get burner phones at this point but preferred more to talk face to face. They hardly ever used their flip cellulars unless in the case of an emergency—which Selina assumed this was.

“I need you,” he coughed deeply into the phone half sounding like he was puking and half sounding like he was just dry heaving. Even as mad as his recent behaviour had made her, and the overall display of a fool he was portraying, Selina wouldn’t be able to find it in herself to forgive if something bad had happened to him. Like if he’d had too much to drink and was steadily dying of alcohol poisoning or was too incapable of moving himself and was choking on his own vomit as she rushed to find his whereabouts. Worse, if someone had stumbled upon him and decided to take advantage of him in some sort of way. She had seen the way the girls forced themselves on the boys when they become too intoxicated. She tried to intervene when things such as those started happening but that was before Barbara stepped in and ridiculed her for doing it.

“Bruce Wayne,” she murmurs over the loud roar of mix of Gothic and Punk music. “Have you seen Bruce Wayne?”

Most people slur something and ignore her. But a group of kids in particular, who she seems to recognise point her in the direction of the gentlemen’s bathroom where she heads stomping her feet and balling her hands into fists.

She barges in. Screaming at all the people inside to leave before slamming the heavy door on their backsides and locking the key. Turning, she finds Bruce lying there in the handicapped stall, covered in vomit and looking like a mess. His pants pulled partly down his hips and the last couple of buttons undone on his nice blue-collared shirt.

She rushes over and collapses to her knees in front of him, holding her hands out and realizing how badly they are shaking when they hover over his shoulders. He smells putrid, but all she can come to understand is how drunk and disheveled he is. How sad it’s become of him living in such a state that it’s eating him alive.

Someone bangs on the door from outside and yells something neither one of them can hear. Shaken, Selina turns her attention back to Bruce who seems to have noticed her presence.

“Selina… is that you?”

She knows nothing else and grabs his hand. “Yeah.”

“Don’t leave me,” he cries.

“Don’t worry,” she assures him and squeezes his hand. “I’m going to take care of you.”

She starts by pulling his trousers back up over his hips, trying hard not to think or imagine how this could have happened. However, by the second she starts on the buttons of his shirt--removing them all she has to ask.

“Who did this?” is the question, rather then “What did they do to you?”

Unfortunately, Bruce doesn't give her any names. He only moans as he shifts himself around on the floor. She doesn’t press, knowing it’s neither the time nor the place for it. She thinks of calling Alfred to come pick him up, maybe even Detective Gordon. Yet, when she was in the process of removing his shirt she noticed his face become red with what she only associated with shame. If he wanted to call Alfred for help he would have. He called her instead. “I need you,” she recalled the message again in her mind and noticed his phone still open and lying beside him.

When she finally removes his shirt with success he tries his best to cover himself while she pushes the silk to the side. She throws her jacket over him for cover instead before she takes off with his blue shirt to the sink. Stupidly she begins washing it off with hand soap and hot water. The stink starts circling the drain.

If Bruce could have spoken to her their where she seemed far enough away and could not recognize the tears leaking from his eyes, he would have told her about the faces. Young and old, men and women. A blur of nothing but faces. He would have apologized for dragging her into such a disgusting mess. He would have choked on his tears before anything else.

Selina on the other hand, had realized then that even if his shirt was clean he could not wear it wet so she took it in its entirety and threw it into the nearby wastebasket. She came back to Bruce and told him she’d be right back, she was locking the stall door, and under no circumstances [not that he could] was he to open the door for anyone if they were to not figure it was unlocked. He was not to make a sound and he was not to go anywhere.

She headed out of the bathroom and back into the blaring soar of undersaged drinkers and bright lights. Avoiding everyone she followed the route that took her up the stairs into Barbara and Tabitha’s loft where she made a direct B-line into their bedroom and started rifling through the clothes in the beuro for a t-shirt. Oversized and baggy enough for Bruce to wear. Unfortunately, she never caught either one of them wearing clothes like that anymore. It was all about the club scene and appearances, yet she was sure Barbara would have at least something stashed away she could never rid herself of. In a drawer, a box, somewhere…

Which prompted her to check the closet, where she pulled the cord on the lamplight. There, high above her head was a brown box amongst various other frills and pink packaging. Tight dresses and short shirts with fancy tops hung on the racks before her though she could have cared less about all of it.

She reached under the lot for Barbara’s chair belonging to her make-up desk, and put her messy shoes over top of it to reach for the box. She bent it down toward her just enough to pull one of the flaps open and peer inside. Perfect. So clearly seen under the burning fluorescent closet light--one of Jim’s old GCPD T-shirts. She snatched it from the box and put everything back where it belonged before heading all the way back down into the bathroom where Bruce was still lying, untouched and unmoved.

She goes to him and touches him gentling over the leather. He’s stopped shaking and his eyes pop open as he stares at her hazily.

“Put this on.”

She helps him, of course, and this time he does not shy away from her gentle hands and soothing voice. He does not ask about his shirt or this shirt, nor does he ask where she acquired it from. It smells clean and comforting. Afterwards, Selina takes him in her lap lets him rest there saying: “only until you feel better.” Then they shall go.

She call tell he falls asleep quickly, which reminds her of the times they shared living together on the streets, Rough sounding but considerably better circumstances when she would cradle him during sleep and the nightmares became overwhelming. They would be sleeping in the bathrooms of train stations and gas stations. Those first couple of night were hard, but Selina smiled knowing know they were the best times of their lives.

IV

It is 2AM in the morning of Gotham General. 2AM in the black darkness where even the staff and patients are all fully asleep or trying to for the very least. Shockingly with not a single soul heard through the halls or the rooms. Everyone quiet. Even Bruce who was busy pacing down the halls in his state of unrest.

While doing so he hears a voice call out which gives him pause.

“I need you,” the voice calls out.

Even though like a whisper and very soft, he recognizes the voice immediately. Selina.

He comes in quickly but composed enough as to not frighten her. His hand traces the metal railing at the edge of her bed where he sees Selina lying down and fidgeting uncomfortably.

He finds a nearby plastic chair and pulls it to her side while he takes the hand lying across her stomach and lays his other in her hair. His heart jumps.

Is she scared? Is she in pain? What does she need? He waits for some kind of answer before Selina chokes and tears fall.

“Don’t leave me.”

That’s all he needs to hear for him to stay.

[spidcr-man]

birthday brunch ↬ t.h

not my gif

summary: tom wants a relaxing birthday with his family, his closest friend and of course, you. pairing: Tom Holland x Reader notes: IT’S TOM’S BIRTHDAY! I thought of these hcs all last night this morning at around 2am so please forgive me if they are messy! also this is my first post so that’s pretty cool and also very fitting! warnings: mentions of sex (later in the list) and a little language but mostly cute stuff???

staying up until twelve the night before so you could be the first one to tell him ‘happy birthday’

harrison beating you in text by a solid half a second

letting tom sleep in until whenever he wished

taking care of tessa while he’s sleeping

taking the little princess on her morning walk 

stopping at the small grocery store on the way home for some last minute ingredients 

even though tom’s mother said she was going to make a cake, you couldn’t resist picking another one up

it was so cute and would go quite well with the table spread you had in mind

struggling to not wake tom up when you came home from walking tessa because she was so excited to see her dad

tessa being sad, seeing the door to you and tom’s room was still closed 

trying to keep her occupied while you let him sleep

“just an hour longer, princess”

it turning out to be more than an hour more

getting a card from tessa to tom because you’re just that extra

“tessa… what does your signature look like?“ 

eventually settling to draw a picture of a dog paw in place of her actual signature

can you even imagine giving a dog a pen?? two words: stained carpet

getting started on the family brunch

you and tom discussed what he wanted to do for his big day beforehand and got to the conclusion that he wanted an easy, relaxed birthday with his family and his best mate, harrison

“oh, and you too, babe!”

you fixed strawberries, blueberries, waffles, pancakes, bacon, eggs and laid out water, coffee, milk, tea, and of course, fresh orange juice 

well, it was fresh this morning you bought it

do you know how long it takes to squeeze oranges???

having everything laid out beautifully on the dining table and almost crying when no one was awake or there to see how good of a job you did

sending harrison texts about the table and how well you did

even taking the time to put his favorite mug at his place setting

praying to a higher power that sleeping beauty would wake up because his family would be arriving soon 

it’s about eleven when tom finally decided to grace you with his presence

"darling, this looks absolutely amazing”

if he had slept any longer, you and the hollands would be having a birthday brunch without the birthday boy

greeting him with a hug and a big kiss before sending him off to get dressed because his family was coming over soon

“love, it’s my birthday, I can do whatever I want”

“uh-huh, tell that to your mom when she walks in the door”

speaking of moms, a beautifully dressed nikki with children, paddy, harry and sam as well as husband, dom arriving with flowers for the table and some gifts for tom

greeting them all with open arms and cheerful smiles

everyone gushing over how nice the table and rest of the flat looks

harrison not far behind them, teasing you about tom’s age

in truth, he was older than you, but only by a few months

“how does it feel to be with an older man, (Y/N)?”

“would you shut up??”

tom coming out of your shared room dressed in a black t-shirt and gray sweats, giving you a kiss on the forehead before greeting his family

tom picking up a strawberries off the table as he stood around talking to his brothers

mrs. holland giving him dirty looks because she didn’t raise her son to not use a fork and plate

putting the last dish on the table

“shall we eat?”

everyone taking their seats in an orderly fashion before digging into the delicious food

not having a single left over left on any of the plates

the entire family helping clean up, even tom no matter the amount of protests that came from the group

finally being able to do the cake 

EVERYONE SIGNING OBNOXIOUSLY TO WHAT KIND OF SOUNDED LIKE THE TUNE OF HAPPY BIRTHDAY

if you were honest, tom should have probably been the only one allowed to sing — joking

eventually crowding into the living room so everyone could watch him open his presents

him reading the cards to himself because he felt as if handwritten cards / notes  are a personal matter

smiling from ear to ear whenever he got new collared golfing shirts 

a lot of  “WOW, thank you!”

then came sam, harry and paddy’s present to him

it was a cologne that he’d been using for years now — one that you particularly loved

“are you telling me I smell?”

“we’re not NOT telling you that you smell good.”

then came harrison’s gift

it was an iron-spider action figure which tom then placed on the bookshelf after receiving it

it was extremely cool, even for the man who played Spider-Man

“that’s fucking amazing. thank you, haz”

nikki giving him a ‘language’ kind of look

him also receiving the headband connected to the punching ball (it’s all over his Instagram)

okay but his Insta story where he blindfolds himself with the headband and tries to hit the ball with his fists is literally me, trying to fight off feelings for this man child

tom literally NOT being able to put that thing down for a solid fifteen minutes

then came your gift, which was a lot more practical, but equally as thoughtful and loved

a beautifully crafted watch that he put on immediately and would cherish forever

“almost as gorgeous as my girl”

WHAT A SMOOTH BOI

GET YOU A MANS WHO CAN BE LIKE THIS

attached the watch was a piece of paper that said ‘LATER ;)’ and tom immediately knew what that meant

ya boi was gettin’ it good tonight, folks

tearing the paper off and shoving it back into the box so no one else could get the chance to read it

everyone just talking for about two more hours

“and so when are you two getting engaged?”

knowing nikki was just joking around but it still sent tom into immediate sweats

though he planned to propose at some point, he wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted long term… what did he know? you might not even be ready to get engaged

news flash, it is definitely what you wanted long term

tom’s family leaving around three

tom wrapping his arms around your torso as you two said your last goodbyes

harrison staying, helping you clean up a little bit more

tom and harrison taking seats on the couch to play a video game while you sat in their company

having a really easy take-out dinner

thank you harrison for going to get it!

it was quite the sophisticated birthday, especially for a twenty-two year old

wondering if he would have rather done something else like go to a club — something a little more exciting than just brunch with his family

harrison eventually leaving, so it was only you and tom

“can I open my last present now, love?”

BEST SEX HE HAD EVER EXPERIENCED

THE BEST SEX YOU HAD EVER EXPERIENCED

laying in bed, cuddling afterwards

tom not being able to shake his mother’s comment off from earlier

not really thinking, yet fully thinking

“do you ever want to get married?”

“did you just?”

“what?”

“propose?”

“i guess I did.”

“ask me again tomorrow”

smiling like a damn idiot because WE LOVE A MANS

can you hear me crying in the club???

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

OKAY BUT DID HE ASK YOU THE NEXT DAY????

sure did.

OKAY BUT DID YOU SAY YES????

sure did.

but he wanted to do something more special so it was more ‘thinking ahead’ than anything else

the two of you knew you wanted to be with one another for the rest of your lives but you also knew the right time would present itself when you were both ready

DID HE PLAY WITH THAT HEADBAND BALL THING ALL DAY??

sure did.

a month later you were both ready

[dancingbaek]

EXO Fic Recs

(a) = angst, (f) = fluff, (m) = mature/smut, (s) = series bolded = my favorite! Italicized = taken straight from the author 

If we’re being honest most of this is going to be smut, keep in mind every recommendation will only be memberxOC/You

Minseok 

Good Luck, With Liquor, For Love: You could have sworn you’d seen this particular handsome stranger before, there was just something about him that seemed familiar. Eventually, you’d figure it out. (a)(f)(m) By @3kpop2jagi1

2AM: You have been continuing a secret friends-with-benefits relationship with your best friends older brother Minseok, who is idol group EXO’s Xiumin, for two years now, while secretly concealing the very real growing feelings you’ve always had for him. A sudden blind date for you and for him suddenly forces you to face those feelings or end the relationship entirely. (AAA)(m)(s) This is just pure perfection, made me cry multiple times. By soobadnoonecanstopher

Junmyeon

Into It: Suho is the mysterious new kid on campus. No one knows much about him, except that he seems to have a certain attraction to you. (a)(m)(s) By @kpopfanfictrash

Higher: Your ex boyfriend needs you to pretend to be his girlfriend to get out of marrying another woman. (a)(f)(m)(s) By 3kpop2jagi1

A World, Coloured by You: At first you thought it began with a pact, to marry one another if you hadn’t discovered your soulmates by the time Sehun had his first kid. But as you uncovered more, you realized that it had begun – and would end – with Junmyeon. (f) By j-pping

Yixing

Sovereign: Two kingdoms are at war with another, and being the illegitimate warrior, wildcard princess, you’re appointed to the war council - along with the youngest prince of your allied country, Prince Yixing. He’s too liberal, too idealistic, believes he knows best no matter what - but you’re exactly the same. (a)(f)(s) By yeolology

The Boxer: You make your way into a local boxing gym, looking for someone who is willing to teach you self defense. The quiet man who runs the gym is unwilling to take you on as a student and you are forced to prove yourself worthy of his instruction. (a)(f)(m)(s) By soobadnoonecanstopher

Broken: This takes place a few months after the last chapter of Strangers. All Yixing here guys, with occasional Broken One and Baekhyun. Pretending to be content with his love for Broken One, it slowly destroys him until he meets you. (a)(s) By looking-for-my-seoulmate

Baekhyun

All’s Fair: Your panties lying in the living room starts an accidently war between you and Baekhyun. (a)(f)(m)(s) By 3kpop2jagi1

I Give Up: so Baekhyun comes into your parents dry cleaning shop. You were just trying to live. But Baekhyun is Baekhyun. (a)(f)(m)(s) By soobadnoonecanstopher

Strangers: For the past two years, you and Baekhyun have been dating. But for the past six months, he’s treated you like a stranger. Tight schedules and different careers drive the two of you apart from each other. What happens when you decide you’re no longer happy and enough is enough? (a)(s) By @looking-for-my-seoulmate

Before We Hit the Bottom: You graduate and run from your abusive home, only to come to a town to that offers a lot more than you bargained for. (a)(f)(s) By @fullbyuntale

Loyal: A year ago, you landed your dream job and made your move to the city. Not knowing anyone, you moved into the spare room of coworker’s beautiful apartment, and quickly became close friends. Her loyal social circle quickly adopted you as one of their own, giving you some of the best friends you’ve ever known. You have it all. There’s only one problem: Byun Baekhyun. Not only your friend via your roommate, but her longtime crush. Completely off-limits to you, as she’s made it very clear. But when love interferes with the life you worked so hard to build, who do you stay loyal to? (a)(s)(m)(f) by @charmedbaek

The Butterfly Effect: You don’t know when you started fantasizing about your math tutor a little too much. You just suddenly desired him in more than ways than one. So when you tumble down a forbidden, dangerous path, you don’t realize that in the midst of all this, there was chaos. Perfect, sweet, chaos in the form of Byun Baekhyun. (a)(s)(m) by @blackberrykai

Of Firewhiskey and Exams: Somewhere in all the years I spent avoiding him, I started to admire him. I thought he was just everything I’m not and everything I don’t understand, but maybe he’s everything I’ve always needed. (f)(a) By @hkynm

Jongdae

Caffeine: You meet Jongdae in the cafe you work at after you and your boyfriend break up. (a)(f)(m)(s) By 3kpop2jagi1

I Hate You: Here’s a sweet hate turned love one- shot for Jongdae. You two just can’t get along. He teases and criticizes you too much. You tease him back. Sometimes you’re downright mean to him. But he holds a secret behind his actions and one night when he unintentionally makes you cry he can’t keep it a secret any longer. (a)(m) By soobadnoonecanstopher

A Decade of Midnights: Broken by the loss of his fiancee, Inspector Kim Jongdae of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency starts hunting down justice in increasingly rule-breaking ways. Ten years later, when a lead on a case threatens to unravel ghosts from the past, he is assigned a new partner to supervise his methods: you. (a)(m)(f)(s) By j-ppng

Chanyeol

Chanyeol in a Cafe: A girl has a rotten run of luck which all seems to stem from her chance encounter with a mysterious guy in her cafe. (m)(f) By kpopfanfictrash

Make Me Feel It: You have a voice lesson with Chanyeol to help with your confidence. One thing leads to another… (m) By soobadnoonecanstopher

Just Give In: Years of working in SM’s production strategy department made you immune to handsome faces – but not to beautiful souls. A week long company offsite tells all. (f) By @j-pping

Kyungsoo

Roommates: You’re sick of the tenants of your apartment coming and doing what they want with the place and disregarding you - the ghost who also lives there. So far, driving them out’s been easy. Until Kyungsoo moves in. (a)(f)(s) By @yeolology

All His: You are hired as an interpreter for a tour in Europe where you join forces with EXO and soon grow closer to one member in particular, Do Kyungsoo. (f)(m)(s) By @soobadnoonecanstopher

By Heart: Getting over him was the most impossible thing in the world because part of you couldn’t believe it was really finished. (a)(f)(s) By @peachykaix

Dittany: broken bones and a tedious detention - can I still say that this is the best christmas i’ve ever had? it’s because I found magic in him - the big eyed, dark haired, hufflepuff boy. funny I say that as a witch! but sadly, good things don’t last forever. (f)(a) by @soos-goddess

Jongin

Addewid: You’ve always known you were different. You’re able to see them, after all, able to see the Others. You’ve also always ignored them. Until the day comes where you’re forced to make a choice - one that throws your world into chaos. And sends you down a path you might never return from. (a)(m?)(s) By kpopfanfictrash

99 and Marlowe: Soulmate AU. (a) By kpopfanfictrash

The Magic Inside You: In between subtle glances, potion-making, and journal pages, I realized I found a home in a certain Gryffindor boy with starry brown eyes and little crescent smiles. (f)(s) by @blackberrykai

Sehun

Painted Hearts:  A chance meeting between two lonely hearts sends sparks flying. But can love be enough when greater forces loom over you and threaten the new happiness in your life? (a)(f)(m)(s) By @pebble-xo

Pink: You run into your attractive neighbor in an unexpected place. (f)(m) By soobadnoonecanstopher

Scars: Everyone is born with a soul mark somewhere on their body. Their soulmate has the same mark. New technology has been developed that can remove the mark, but at great cost. (a) By @forexcapism

Wands, Wings, and Wizengamot: Some distractions are absolutely necessary. (f)(a) By @j-pping

Multiple Members

Guardian: (Jongdae/Reader/Baekhyun) You keep seeing the same guy everywhere you go. In the coffee shop, on the streets, in your philosophy class. It’s getting to the point where you think he’s stalking you - only to realize that maybe there’s something much more mysterious at play. (m)(s) By kpopfanfictrash

Ascension: continuation of Guardian. The weight of humanity rests on Y/N’s shoulders. In Ascension, enemies must come together, lines must be drawn and the question of good and evil itself must be raised. As Y/N’s power strengthens and more players reveal themselves, the only thing obvious is that nothing in this world is black and white. (a)(m)(s) By kpopfanfictrash

Exordia Academy:  It’s 1980′s middle-of-nowhere, and Exordia Academy is full of its most talented class of students yet. Whether you’re looking for a place to hone your skills, develop or just fit in – there’s something for everyone within our hallowed halls. Class is in session. (a)(f)(m)(s) Okay, read every fic listed here because they’re all fucking amazing. It’s a collaboration between kpopfanfictrash and knockknocksoosthere

Heist Society: You only told yourself it wasn’t easy to make yourself feel better about it all, but no matter what you said to yourself while his mouth pressed hot kisses against your skin, you felt guilty. You felt guilty because you felt good. His lips felt good, his hands felt good, he felt good- He wasn’t supposed to feel this good. (a)(m)(s) By 3kpop2jagi1

Exodus Mall: The Kingdome still stands and Ken Griffey Jr. knocks out home runs night after night. Bill Clinton enters his second term as President. Pop music is edging out the grunge scene. The technology boom is taking over. And for the employees of the Exodus Mall, it’s a year of romance, longing, and misconceptions in the Emerald City. (a)(f)(m)(s) This is pure art. By @yehet-me-up

Three: Threesome between you, Sehun, and Jongin. (m) By soobadnoonecanstopher

sEX tOy: (all members) An alternative universe where big idols can secretly hire so called ‘’sex toys’’ for their personal pleasure. (pure smut)(s) By @heart-karisoo

Half Love: (Kai/Reader/Sehun)  You lived a seemingly normal life, growing up with only your father and attending school. However, you had a secret, something you had tried to suppress ever since your mother died. It was something you avoided so you could continue living as a normal human being. Then he turned up and showed you a different side to your life. But were you willing to accept it? (f)(a) By forexcapism

Updated 6/17/20, let me know if anything is fucked up

[throwaway9912]

I don't know who I am, if I happen to be someone

I've lost sense of who I am supposed to be. I am me, but what is "me"? What makes me me? Do I have to be different from everyone else? What do I need to achieve that? And what if I'm not different from everyone else? What if I am the most plain average boring person in existence? Does that make me not me? Does that make me not someone? Does that make me nobody? Am I no one? Am I real? Do I exist? Who am I supposed to be, and what am I supposed to be that for?. I don't understand anything about me. I don't know myself and I don't know if there's even anything to know at all.

I have no passions, no real interests, no likings, no hobbies, I'm mediocre at best and I don't know anything about anything. I don't do shit, I don't go outside. Everything I've ever liked has passed to a second plane. It's always very ephemeral and unfulfilling in the end, and now feels just... forced. I feel I'm not real, not because I don't actually exist, but because everything about me seems fake to myself. But then again I don't know who am I or how do I even begin to find whatever there is supposed to find about me.

It's not too difficult to see why people get bored of me so easily. Who would want to hang out with a no one anyway? Probably just people who like attention and talking about themselves without interruption. Probably just narcissists, but I guess even narcissists need some source of entertainment other than themselves, and sometimes they find it; I'm very easy to manipulate. If I like you enough I will probably do whatever just want me to. You can gaslight me. You can make me cry and I'd end up thanking you for it. You eventually get bored and leave, and you leave behind a whatever me is supposed to be feeling even emptier than before. Even then, you can know I will never get over you or stop loving you. You can come back and kick me and I'd be happy to receive you. But I'm still waiting on that day, and I may die waiting.

Ah, yes, you made me feel so alive. You made me feel like shit. You made me feel like a cigarette. Like an old door mat. Like a servant. Like half-filled notebooks on the 7th of december. Like the pen you always forget you're carrying. And then you made me feel like I should thank you for that.

Please, I beg you, don't remember my birthday ever again. Delete me from your contacts. Don't credit me in our project. Forget I ever sent you my favorite videos. Pretend I never bought you quesadillas when I knew you hadn't eaten lunch. I never made you company when you were finishing that one render. We never played Super Mario 64 together. We never stayed on skype past 2AM watching Attack on Titan. We never talked to Don Luis on the streets. I never followed my heart's compass. You never played harmonica for me. We never went to Merlin together just to get kicked out. You never told me you appreciated me... and that's something that actually never happened. I hope to god that whenever I go back, you won't be there anymore. Let me be the most boring person you've ever met. Please, leave me waiting forever. Deep down I know it's the best for the both of us.

At this point that I've come to figure out how the cycle works, I know to expect rejection but do little to stop the overall cycle. I guess I just like the trill of getting to know someone. Of being an emotional mess. Of relating to heartbreak music again (because there isn't much else to relate to when I don't even know who am I supposed to be). I just wanna feel something strongly and deeply, and I know no better way to do so than to set myself up for heartbreak.

But if I set myself up for it, knowingly, does that mean that I faked it all the way? Are my feelings even genuine? Is there ANYTHING about me that is genuine? It comes to the point where I ask myself if I'm REALLY faking something or if I am faking faking it. How can I expect people to know me better, when I don't know where I begin and where I end.

What is there to live for then? To achieve what if I don't know what I want? To defend what if I don't know what I stand for? To create what if I don't know what is missing? For people to manipulate me endlessly so that I can get a bit high on the feeling? That's already getting tired, and I'm just 21. I may become bored of that as I have with everything else. I may try to come back to it trying to reach that high again to no real avail, as I have with everything else. I may find that no matter what I do, I just won't be able to enjoy it again. As I have with everything else.

I'm just so fucking bored of everything. Life is so fucking boring and worthless that the most exciting thing I can think about is ending it. Nothing makes sense anymore; not even death, but you can't think about that kind of stuff when you're dead.

I really hope that before I die I will be fully aware of it. I wanna feel great when death comes for me. Be it great peace or great pain, great calm or great suffering. I wanna feel really alive the second I die. And then I hope nobody miss me when I'm gone.

[an-upset-librarian]

Stardust & Fire -- Chapter Thirteen

I bring you, after a short hiatus, the next chapter in this series! I had some writer’s block issues, but now everything is back on track! I know updating at 2am is not the best plan but whatever. 

Please enjoy this brief preview of this chapter (a 6300 word monster)  the full one is on one of the links below. Thanks for reading!

FFN   AO3

Lucy wiped her brow and breathed in deep, filling her lungs with fresh air. Another bead of sweat rolled down her temple and a shudder pulsed down her spine.

             “Good Lucy, concentrate.” Capricorn’s voice said. She gritted her teeth and tried to focus on her task.

Capricorn, her most recent spirit acquisition, had been very agreeable in joining her and helping her train and learning how to contain her Stardust. She had to pay a hefty sum for his key at the shop in Basta, but it was more than worth it. Capricorn had told her some old stories of her mother, and was more knowledgeable in Starchildren than anyone else, or any book she’d found.

“Your magic is a part of you, but it is also born from a fallen star. A part of that star wants to return to the heavens, but you are the one in control, remember that,” Capricorn said. Wincing, Lucy nodded. Her first training lesson was all about keeping her magic under control, so there would be no more glowstick explosions. To do this, she was keeping her aura exposed and making herself glow at a steady rate for as long as she could.

Oh, just keep glowing, it’ll be easy. Don’t worry. Lucy bit her lip. Bullshit. She was drenched in sweat, and every single muscle in her body was quivering from exertion. She must have been keeping her aura ‘on’ for hours. She was sitting on the floor of her bedroom, with the curtains drawn in the hopes that no humans would see her shining through the window from the street.

             “Concentrate, you’re losing control,” Capricorn said in his calm and monotonous voice. She bit her lower lip and tried to reign her thoughts back under control. Another droplet of sweat rolled down her back, bringing goosebumps rising along with it. Her skin felt like it was burning, and her magic was aching to run free and shine brighter. She reminded herself to think calm thoughts, and not about a nice warm bath to soothe her aching muscles. Or food.  Or water for her aching throat.

             “Lucy, focus,” Capricorn repeated. She fought the urge to roll her eyes. She was focused. Sort of. He told her that she could last a few more minutes, and she tried her hardest to keep up with his demands. Her magic bubbled beneath her skin in protest, the Starlight trying to tempt her into bursting free to dance across the sky.

             With a wild curse, she lost the hold on her magic and there was a blaze of golden light before the room went dark. Ears ringing, Lucy hesitantly opened her eyes, one at a time, to assess the damage. Luckily there were no more burns on the carpet, or the drapes, but the light in her ceiling was blown out. Sunlight drifted through the taupe curtains, casting a warm glow over the quiet room.

             “Well done for your first try.” Capricorn rose to his feet and straightened his sunglasses, despite the low lighting. Lucy rolled onto her back and splayed her limbs out like a starfish with a tired groan.

             “My entire body hurts. My brain hurts. How long did I last?” She asked. Capricorn cleared his throat and answered, “Three minutes and forty-two seconds.”

             She leapt to her feet with a cry of surprise. “No way it was only three measly minutes!”

             He just shrugged. Cursing, she pulled at her hair and groaned again. And here she thought she was doing well, all things considered. Exhaustion pulled at her eyes and the all too familiar chill of magic depletion near her heart grew.

             “Considering you kept me summoned during that time, I’d say you did quite well. But yes, there is a rapid need for improvement,” Her spirit commented. Sighing, Lucy thanked Capricorn for his help and promised to summon him again tomorrow for another session, then sent him back to the Celestial Spirit realm.

             “I think I deserve a nice, warm, calming bath,” she mumbled to empty air. Maybe she should get a house plant to keep her company. She hoped Capricorn’s teachings would help her catch up to the skill levels of her team mates, having felt left out and weak during their last couple of jobs. Erza could always finish off any enemy in one or two strikes, Gray was always thinking ahead with his spells, and Natsu had enough raw destructive power and enthusiasm for the three of them. Even Happy had a bigger role than she did, able to scout ahead and swoop down to scoop up Natsu and carry him off into danger.

             She drew her bath while she mused, eager to spend the next hour or so encased in warmth and relaxation. She poured in a special bath salt Wendy cooked up for her, letting the herbal scent fill the air. The salts were imbued with Wendy’s healing magic, and meant to help replenish one’s magic aura, and help soothe aches and pains. Despite only having a small jar of the miracle stuff, Lucy decided she deserved to use them after her brutal three minutes of agony.

-ooooo-

             “Luckily this job is in Magnolia, so Natsu, you won’t have to deal with any transportation,” Erza said, casting the gleeful fire drakon a smile, “however, we will need to be careful of exposure to humans.”

             Lucy nodded and straightened her ponytail. Their job today was simple, but dangerous. The Magic Council shared confidential information with Makarov of a deadly dark guild alliance, known as the Balam Alliance. The combined forces of numerous powerful dark guilds were causing chaos and raising the possibility of the exposure of magic to the human world.

             Makarov instructed their team to go out and find a lower level dark guild involved in this alliance and capture them for questioning.

             “Remember, it is vital that none of our targets escape and warn other guilds of our attack, understood?” Erza said sternly, fixing every member of their team with a deadly glare.

             “Are we sure that Happy has to stay here?” Natsu asked. Erza responded with a stiff nod, then started to march towards the portal. Gray followed their fierce Valkyrie, and Lucy pulled Natsu along by his arm.

             “Don’t worry about Happy, he’ll be fine with Wendy and Charle,” she said with a smile. Natsu huffed but followed her through the portal and into Magnolia. She smiled as the warm sun lit her skin, complimented by a nice cool breeze. It was already October and the seasons were beginning to change, cool air replacing the sweltering heat of summer and the leaves beginning to change color. She was looking forward to the famous Fall Festival in a couple weeks, during the last days of October. Magnolia was well known for three things: Rainbow Sakura trees, the Cardia cathedral, and the Fall Festival. The entire city would celebrate the days of the last harvest with a parade and parties that lasted days and nights. Feasts would be shared as the last sun festival came to a close and the city began it’s winter preparations.

             Erza quickly reequipped out of her armor and into a simple white blouse and blue skirt to blend in with the human population. Lucy was dressed in a plain t-shirt and a pair of white shorts, with a baseball cap on her head to try and hide her pointed ears. Natsu and Gray had their usual clothes on, each sticking out like a sore thumb no matter what.

             The group marched through the bustling streets of Magnolia and she had to try very hard not to get distracted as they passed through the market district, full of pretty shops and delicious food. Natsu, unsurprisingly, was distracted by the sweet scents filling the air and the tempting calls of food vendors lining the streets. Luckily, Erza kept them on track as they trudged through the crowds, at least until they passed a cake shop and they stopped inside so the fierce Valkyrie could purchase a slice of sweet strawberry cake.

             Lucy had to admit, she was no longer used to being around so many humans. She was incredibly self-aware, always adjusting her cap and her hair and trying her best to keep her aura disguised. She even had to focus on not moving too fast, especially after she accidentally bumped into a tall, wide set man with no regards for those in his path and sent him sprawling on the ground on accident. From a near brush against her shoulder.

While in the guild, surrounded by her friends and colleagues, she could let a little bit of her light shine through, leaving her skin and hair with a faint glow. It was strange to keep her power so subdued and bottled up inside. How she survived nearly twenty years without it astounded her.

             “Weird, isn’t it?” Natsu commented, bumping her out of her thoughts with his shoulder. She tilted her head in confusion. “Being around normal humans again and havin to keep your magic all bottled up.”

             Nodding, she let loose a deep sigh. He slung his arm over her shoulder and said, “No worries, Luce, cheer up! We all suck at fitting in with the humans.”

             Smiling, Lucy had to agree. Erza stuck out with her fierce personality and tendency towards violence, Gray was always losing his clothes, and Natsu had his pink hair and draconic attributes to draw attention.

             “You’re right. I think I fit in the most out of all of you,” she teased, looping her arm around his waist. Natsu just rolled his eyes and dragged her along beside him. They soon left the busy market behind and the further they walked, the less people they saw. The buildings became more rundown, each looking more abandoned than the next. After the last experience she had in a similar neighborhood, Lucy was glad to be surrounded by her friends and to have Natsu next to her, sharing another one of his ridiculous stories.

             “Oi, lovebirds,” Gray called, “we’re getting close.” Lucy nodded, choosing to ignore the flush creeping up her neck at his comment, and stepped out of Natsu’s arm to reach down and grab Virgo’s key. Out of most of her spirits, Virgo and Leo were the only ones that could pass for human, but Virgo’s talents were less flashy. She separated from Natsu’s side and jogged down into a deserted alley and away from any prying eyes to summon her spirit.

             “Would you like to punish me, princess?” Virgo asked the moment she appeared. Lucy rolled her eyes.

             “I need you to scout out towards that dark guild’s hiding place and make sure nobody leaves. Use your pitfalls to contain them until we can get there,” she explained. Virgo bowed, then tunneled into the ground and disappeared.

             She returned to her companions and relayed what she told Virgo. Erza complimented her on her strategy, and quietly reequipped a pair of daggers into her hands. Gray tossed his shirt aside and cracked his knuckles, sending a wave of frost through the air.    

             “I’m all fired up!” Natsu said, smoke curling out from behind his sharp canines. Lucy glanced around, making sure the few people lingering on the street had gone, and quickly summoned her short sword made of Stardust. The blade hummed, and flecks of light fell around the sword, burning the air and the concrete. She prepared for the drain of having a golden gate open and her sword summoned, but it didn’t come. Maybe those few minutes of training over the past week were working after all.

             The dark guild had taken over a small cluster of crumbling warehouses in the abandoned corner of Magnolia. They could hear the ambiance of laughing and talking, and as the sun began to set, strung lacrima crystals lit the walls leading closer to the heart of the dark guild’s camp, each bobbing softly in the air, casting a soft glow along the stone and concrete as the sunlight faded away. Her sword sung as the stars began to appear in the darkening blue sky, each light twinkling as though to answer her sword’s calling. She saw Erza take a curious glance towards her weapon, the Valkyrie no doubt able to sense the power her sword summoned through her gifts.

             Lucy bit her lip to hide the smile threatening to creep along her features. Excitement for the fight ahead bubbled within her, bringing her magic to the surface of her skin, the Starlight desperate to break free and remind the world of where it came from. She breathed in the smoky scent of Natsu’s fire and reminded her Starlight that they had other more important matters at hand, and no one would be returning to the heavens anytime soon.

             Natsu’s grin was unhidden, his canines bared. Erza motioned for Gray to join her in going around the main warehouse to attack from the left flank and gestured for she and Natsu to attack from the right. The Valkyrie’s fierce warning about letting any of the mages escape echoed in her bright stare. Grinning like a fox with its prey caught in its trap, Natsu lunged ahead, leaving Lucy to leap after him while Gray and Erza disappeared into the darkness.

             She understood why Erza left Natsu to attack the main corridor and draw the attention of the force within. The drakon was anything but subtle. The moment his feet passed into the lighted path cast by the floating lacrima’s, all hope for a secret attack was lost. He sent a bursting spiral of flame cascading through the hall, spiking down into the side rooms and alerting the dark guild to their presence.          

             Howling, he burst through the remnants of his fiery attack, smoke curling from his snarl and fire burning in his eyes. Lucy was happy to let her partner draw the majority of their enemy’s attention. She crept into the side rooms along the main corridor leading into the main hangar of the warehouse- which likely held the main gathering hall for the guild- and dispatched any lingering foes hiding away.

             She dodged a blast of dark energy from a fierce looking mage with swirling black tattoos covering their entire body, parried the next blow with her sword, somehow knowing the magic within the blade was enough to counter the attack. The bolt of dark magic rebounded off her blade and struck the ceiling above the caster, cracking the old concrete and sending it crashing down upon the unsuspecting mage below. She quickly used one of the rope charms gifted to her by Levy to tie the assailant up, then continued her path down towards the bursting arcs of flame and the laughter.

             Lucy ran into chaos. One half of the hangar was covered in ice and the other swarming with flame. Erza soared above the crowd in her Heaven’s Wheel armor, sending volleys of swords down upon the guild. A few brave souls dared to join the redhead in her domain above, but quickly learned why that was the worst possible idea they could have come up with.

             Before she had another moment to observe, a man with glowing daggers came roaring towards her at unbelievable speed. She noted his pointed ears beneath the russet curls that identified him as demi-fae and swung her sword up to deflect his first blow. His first blade bounced off the Starlight with a piercing ring, but the second swung from below towards her gut. With a growl, she twisted her hand and blocked that attack, but before she could even think about taking the offensive, his second blade slid past her defenses and sliced her upper arm.

             She bit back the scream in her throat as the magic within the blade burned her. It was not a hot burn, but rather the burn of something that was too cold. Her left arm went numb as the freezing magic swam down her blood and she reached for her Stardust to keep the poison from reaching the rest of her body.