#BUT THANKS FOR GIVING ME AN OPPORTUNITY FOR HIM TO GO ON A 'DOG' RANT LMAO

[melonminnie]

Hello! I'm back, hehehe well I came to ask you something, would you be willing to write for action manhwas? Sorry is that I am addicted to them, blame daddy sung jinwoo.

Leaving the topic, can I have more yandere platonic but this time from Who made me a princess? I have a scenario, maybe the reader was a girl fed up with her life, so you know, she killed herself and ended up opening her eyes in this manhwa and worst of all, she is a rejected daughter of claude.

So in order to survive, she hides from him, contrary to what Atty would do, she decides she doesn't want his attention. She already suffered a lot in her other life from being ignored and crushed by others, as if her feelings were nothing more than garbage and dog poop. That's why this time he doesn't even try, like have you seen the female leads in almost every manhwa quwrer to live and shit? Well, our dear reader DOES NOT WANT TO LIVE, she is tired and fed up with everything.

But imagine if, by chance, an old diary is found in an abandoned library in the ruby palace (forgot to say, but this is 4 years before the initial story, so my reader is 7 at the time) going back to the diary, she He finds it and it turns out that it is magical. So somehow he travels to the past through this book and without thinking he wanders through the old palace finding Claude crying as a child. Because the reader doesn't give a damn about her life, she begins to establish a friendship because if she was already here, why waste this opportunity? he also hates the adult claude ironically he is his dad.

All that shit from his childhood happens and for 4 years the reader goes back and forth from the past to the future, we reach the point where the adult claude remembers that girl a lot and becomes obsessed with finding her since she was his emotional support. Sorry for all that stuff, now imagine that the plot begins and our reader knows it, that's why she decides to run away taking some money (for some reason she became friends with Felix and he gave her 500 gold coins so she can run away) Like reader hates attention, leaves the palace and lives in a cabin, now we move on to claude still having those dreams with that little girl who was becoming a woman, this was always platonic but he is obsessed with finding her, he promised as a child to return all his care and comfort.

She's the only one who knows him best, but we know the reader doesn't care about anyone and just wants to die in a quiet place.

Annnd, you can develop this better, in the end I would like claude to find out that his daughter has always been his best friend in some way and end up locking her up to prevent her from leaving again. I do not know

And I leave you a gift again, hehehe I edited it for a fanfic that I will never finish or publish

(PS: I traced the lineart of the official art, but the coloring is mine and it is based on that scene, this is already old so it has errors)

YAN! CLAUDE X DAUGHTER! READER (platonic)

-Hihi I’m glad you’re back!! Unfortunately I doubt I’ll be writing for adventure manhwa at the moment sense I only read romance at the moment but maybe in the future! Reader has the same appearance as athy, fyi your art always amazes me!! Thank you for requesting mwah 🫶🫶

WARNING EXTREME WARNING CONTAINS SUICIDE DO NOT CONTINUE READING IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE this is also extremely confusing I tried making it sound normal 🫶🫶🫶

“Why would she want to die?” Asked one of the dead girls friends, “dunno she had everything yet she became greedy” said the other, standing in front her grave, if the girl was still alive she would’ve choked her, only a pathetic person would be able to make fun of a person in-front their own grave.

Well it’s not like she heard it anyway, and frankly if she did at the moment she wouldn’t care, “I mean she was pathetic with her reincarnation thing and reading fake stuff about it” the friend continued her rant, As she woke up in a non existent body in one of the first novels she’d ever read, but knowing where she was and who’s daughter she was.

To tell the truth, she had reincarnated as the non existent oldest daughter of claude de Alger obelia, the same person who almost drowned his daughter the first he hung around with her, the same person who also killed said daughter in her point of view before she reincarnated, Now she didn’t want the same path, of course she didn’t do the same thing as athanansia did with the rubys, money and gold.

Instead she opted to just hiding away from everyone, it was almost like she was purposely isolating herself, but the maids took it as a joke as she was still a young kid, almost anytime she tired hiding away, one of the maids would find her and then take her back to her room, So she started exploring the entirety of the ruby palace, from up to bottom every bedroom and bathroom.

So of course she soon found the abandoned library, sure it was hard to open the door, but she managed!.

Upon entering said library, it was clear it hadn’t been touched nor used for a very long time, as she took steps her shoes would leave footprints from the dust on the floor, every book she touched had collected dust, While looking around her eyes seemed to wander to a nearly unheard of twinkling sound coming, it sounded sweet almost as if it was luring her in, she searched everywhere to find the source of the sound, which she did!.

It was a old diary frankly she didn’t know it was one till she opened it and read the contents of it, it didnt have a label only twinkling stars surrounding it, of course as a curious 7 year old who can read, she decided to read it.

At first it was boring, the handwriting was messy, as if a child was writing it, it started as writing about what they did throughout the day, it was clear that this diary belonged to someone who had a high noble status.

Soon the soft twinkling noises became cackling noises, it was extremely loud to her ears,but she nonetheless continued, flipping it till she reached a point where the cackling noises sounded so loud that it resembled gun noises, she slowly covered her ears and tried running away from the book.

But she couldn’t, why?, the dust had become fog, just slightly more browner, so with her still covering her ears, coughing sounds erupted from her throat, her eyes becoming watery so she had to close them, she kneeled to the floor continuously coughing as the dust began entering her nose.

Her hands quickly moved from her ears, to her mouth and nose, once everything had settled, and the blonde could finally breathe properly, she slowly opened her eyes, they were met with greenery instead of a dusty library, now this was confusing, as she knew she didn’t walk out of the library.

Because of course she couldn’t, and to her knowledge she didn’t inherit any magical powers, of course it no longer looked like she was in ruby palace, this place was way to extravagant to ruby palace!.

Now she couldn’t go back unless she finds out a way, so she decided to wander around for a bit!.

The blonde haired girl was getting tired, usually she would walk longer, but her legs were giving out, she of course was scared of getting noticed by who ever owns or works here, she’d already worked so hard to not die nor meet any important character, why does she need to die now after being alive for 7 years?.

So she opted to sitting behind a tree hiding her body from everyone, “I’ll just sit here till I gain my strength back!” She thought, she’d lived quietly her entire life, of course this would’ve been easy.

If she wasn’t a noisy person, not even a minute had passed before she started hearing hiccuping noises, it sounded like a boy was crying, whether she wanted to know who was crying or didn’t, it see,ed like her body was punishing her as it started moving by itself to the crying sounds.

There was a boy who was older then her maybe 10?, his appearance matched Claude’s appearance exactly!, but then there was his brother, who looked the same, the girl was standing behind him obviously just starring at him, of course he felt a sudden stare on him, so to his surprise he finds a tiny girl with blue eyes gawking at him.

“What are you staring at?!” He asked slightly embarrassed that someone had caught him crying his eyes out, “Well obviously you your the only person here!” She answered back deciding to sit next to him, “So what where you crying about also what’s your name!” She asked not really caring about what he was crying about, wanting to find out his name only.

“Claude” he mumbled turning his head the other way to whip his tears away, “O-oh” frantically she was quite disappointed, but if this was her hill to die on so be it!, she died once she wouldn’t be scared of facing death again right?, “Well?, aren’t you going to tell me your name” he demanded, “Name..” she answered.

“Then claude, do you want to be my friend?” She extended her hand to his smiling, “W-what do you know who you want to be friends with?” He asked, “yes I do know so do you or do you not?” She asked again, clearly nervous of getting rejected again by the same man who rejected her as a grown adult, being friends with your dad isn’t the best especially when you’ve never personally known him.

“Fine!” He accepted the seven year olds request shaking her hand in confirmation.

“Great” she whispered smiling happily.

“Great..” he said glancing at her hand then eyes.

Of course she found out that by simply it turning night she would return to her original world, the world where the only people who knew of her existence were the maids and lowly knights assigned to the ruby palace, It was good opportunity for the girl cause returning from both worlds affects the timeline greatly, when she’d go to child claude and return at night, It would also become night.

Which meant the maids could leave her alone for days at times, so that’s how the cycle continued, of course every time she returned claude would age up continuously he’d age up a lot in the four years she’d been with him.

In those four years, claude had told her about every aspect of his life, the way his step mother treated him, his brother, family issues, favorite food, Felix, claude slowly realized he’d grown a fond of his friend, he felt like she was a mini version of him, he didn’t notice the way she still looked younger while he looked older, he’d never notice that.

At some point the blonde haired girl knew she needed to stop being around him, it was so that so she doesn’t affect the story line, she’d never want that of course, and so when y/n turned 11, she’d known she’d need to stop, as the storyline was so close to happening, she slowly forced herself to forget she’d ever meet her father as a kid, she knew she needed to stop when he mentioned that his newborn daughter looked like a split image of her.

Now claude would never forget about the friend he made in the garden, how could he?, the way he met her to him was fascinating, he was determined to find her, As the now older man ran a hand threw his hair, he didn’t remember much of you, he remembered how you looked like, he’d know you if he spotted you anywhere, but he just can’t seem to find you anywhere?.

Were you a fairy or an angel?, or were you the ghost of his daughter from another life haunting him as a child.

“Felix!!” The young girl yelled running up to the red haired man, “y/n how are you?” He asked bowing to her, Felix never met you as a child he’d found you behind a tree asleep and took you back when you were eight, ever since he’d been giving you gold to help you escape, as he knew you’d never want to meet your oh so scary dad that you accidentally met when he was a kid.

He just presumed you’d heard rumors about how he killed his own lover afterbirth alongside all his concubines in the palace you’d been at your entire life.

“This time” she breathed heavily as she’d been running, “give me 500 gold please” the blonde begged clasping her hands together mustering the cutest face she could pull off, the red head chuckled softly before handing you 300, “hey! I said 500 not 300”

“Y/n come on what do you need 500 for?”

“Why are you asking please just give it promise you won’t ever see me again” she pleaded with him, “fine don’t let anyone find out though” , he sighed before handing an extra 200.

“Of course I won’t!” The girl replied before running away waving him off with a smile.

“His majesty must never find out..” he mutter returning back to his duties or precisely to Claude’s office.

Y/n kept her promise, she had snuck out in the middle of the night leaving almost everything behind except things she held dearly, and had bought a cabin far away from the capital.

As the years passed by y/n turned 22, it had been a long time sense she’d seen Claude, she’d heard of him of course and her sister athanasia, sense the two had a huge age gap, her younger sister had turned 15 recently, she’d wished she could’ve celebrated with her but she knew if she ever went back there something she’d never want to happen will happen.

Claude had frequent dreams of his childhood friend turning older, claude was forgetting her appearance, it was irritating to him, So the man knew that she wasn’t hiding in the capital she was on the outskirts of it.

He’d heard her say she’d hope to get a cabin on the outskirts of the capital in one of his dreams, Felix knew what was happening to claude wasn’t great he’d tried to stop him multiple times, “are you telling me what I can and can’t do?” Claude asked Felix as the redhead had held his body forbidding him from escaping.

“Your majesty your losing your mind over a nonexistent person” Felix yelled at him, “nonexistent? Felix do you know what the fuck your telling me right now?” The man replied, he cursed him out to no end that night, Felix was getting tired of it, the emperor was going insane over his daughter whom he hadn’t talked nor seen for 22 years, yet now he wanted to talk to her?.

Felix knew where you lived as you made the purchase with his money and he got mail saying he bought a cabin, he threw it out not caring what you did with the money.

Claude was smiling manically the day he knew where you lived, “your highness are you sick?” Felix asked, “No why would you ask that” he replied leaning his head on his hand starring at the paperwork.

Of course, claude knew who you were now, that you were his daughter, that you were the same person who he had met as a desperate kid with no friends.

Claude’s obsession was growing out of proportion, when claude found out where his precious daughter was, he stormed over there an hour later, Felix tried everything possible in his ability to stop him.But he couldn’t.

In those years that you had lived in the cabin your only thought, that was to die, but you couldn’t. You lived in a cabin for no reason, the purpose you couldn’t complete anymore.

While you were asleep, you heard a huge bang at you door, quickly getting up, she opened the door, revealing a tall male with blonde hair and diamond like blue eyes.

Claude starred at his daughter, daggers almost, “I’ve finally found you y/n” he smiled, it was terrifying, how did he find you?, how did he even know who you are, this was absolute hell, the girl tried shutting the door but his grip was stronger then hers, “you can’t run away from now” he said “my daughter” he pushed. The door open and pulled her into a one sided hug.

It was terrifying being held by the same man whom you have been trying to avoid for the past 22 years of your life, he found you like it was nothing, the way he was hugging you was almost bone crushing.

He swiftly knocked you out, knowing the moment he left go of you you’d try to escape.

And he’d never ever let you leave his side ever again, you’ll be forced with the title of the princess whether you like it or not.

Befriending claude de Alger obelia was the worst mistake you’d ever made.

On a side note my request are always open! I don’t bite 🫶

[sweetsweetjellybean]

In the cold November Rain Part 3

Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader Steve Harrington/Fem!Reader  Ao3

TW: Story runs congruent to events in the show. If you know what happens in season 4, then you'll know how this will end.*Be warned.* 18+ Eventually Smut, Angst, High School Fuckery, Drinking, Drugs Let me know if I miss any.

Can you have two great loves in a lifetime?

You've had the ideal childhood in Hawkins with your best friend & protector Steve Harrington. When it's ripped away, can you pick up the pieces? Eddie Munson may be able to help.

A story about the pain of growing up, unrequited love, and loss.

Part 3/12? Masterlist

Sincerest & Eternal Thanks To @loveshotzz A magnificent writer & phenomenal human who sparked my Eddie love. I never would have posted this without her.

Inspired by @loveshotzz & notes by @eddieandbird

The week after your sixteenth birthday, you return home after school to find your dad standing in the driveway, smiling, beside a mint green Volkswagen Beetle. Steve had received a BMW the month before and chauffeured you back and forth from school every day. You excitedly sit in the driver's seat and turn over the engine. It loudly rumbles to life, making a high-pitched sort of jeet-jeet noise.

"Christ, that things loud."

"Watch your mouth, son." Your dad warns him.

"Thank you, Daddy. I love it!" You jump out of the car to hug him.

"She will be lucky if she doesn't wind up stranded on a deserted road, where some creep will find her." Steve rants.

"Who's the father here?" Your dad asks, rubbing the roof of your car. "I wouldn't put my little girl in something unreliable."

"I don't see why she needs a car. I'll take her wherever she needs to go."

"Son, she needs her own life. She can't keep following you around everywhere. You're not always going to be around." An uncomfortable silence falls over the three of you. "Go on, take it for a spin," your dad encourages. That car was your first taste of freedom, and you drove it for years until it was beyond repair.

During the summer before Junior year, one name changed your life forever. Jackie Taylor. What she lacked in brains, she made up for in boobs, and you hated her with an unbridled passion. You may still consider running her over if given the opportunity. She had a terrible reputation. Of course, Steve was obsessed with her. Nicole and Carol hated her too. She had slept with Nicole's boyfriend at the end of last year. The three of you froze her out of your social circle, but Steve was persistent. He climbed into your window the weekend before school started.

"You know I could be naked in here." You point out. You were lying on your bed with a stack of Teen Beat magazines. He sits on the stool of your vanity table.

"I keep trying," he teases. "I need to ask you for a favor."

"What?" you ask, suspicious of his tone.

"It's about Jackie."

"No!" you cry and hide your head under your pillow.

"Come on. It's for me" You feel the bed dipping beside you as he sits. He peeks underneath your pillow, giving you his best puppy dog face. "You love me. You will do anything for me." He says in a sing-song voice.

"Ugh! What? What do you want?" He smiles, knowing he's won.

"I just want you to be friends with Jackie. Nicole and Carol are so mean to her. If she had a nice girl to be friends with, I don't think she'd be so-"

"Loose?"

"Hey, that's my girlfriend you're talking about." He warns. "I just think you would be a good influence. And if you accept her, the other girls will too."

"Please don't make me do this," you whine. "This is going to end badly, I know it. Besides, she hates me. She'll never agree."

"She's fine with it."

"You already told her I would, didn't you?" You ask, narrowing your eyes. God, did he make you mad sometimes.

"I'll owe you one," he promises.

So you made an effort for him, and he was right. Once you accepted her, so did the rest of the group. At first, she wasn't so bad. You sat with her at a few of Steve's swim meets. She was friendly and complimentary. She sucked you in by repeating the nice things Steve had told her about you. She started sitting with you during the few classes you shared. She was bubbly and outgoing, and you started understanding why Steve liked her. She spent the night at your house exactly once. You were having a great time until Steve knocked at your window, taking her with him. She returned a few hours later with her hair a mess and her clothes inside out. Unimpressed, you reminded him you weren't running a daycare.

Then you realized his ulterior motive. You were supposed to watch her. You weren't the only one she was friendly with. She flirted shamelessly with anyone that gave her any attention. She started talking to you about other boys. It began under the guise of wanting to help you find a boyfriend, but it became pretty obvious she was shopping for herself.

You noticed that she would go missing during parties when Steve was occupied with beer pong or friends from his team. She crossed the line when she practically threw herself at Mike Andrews during health class.

"Hi, Mike." She giggled, blocking the aisle with her leg. "If you want to pass, you must pay the toll."

"Oh yeah? What do you want, Jackie?" He asked, mesmerized by the cleavage practically popping out of her low-cut sweater.

"I'm not sure yet. How about we talk about it at Tina's party this weekend?"

After he was seated. You asked, "What about Steve?"

"Oh, relax, I'm just kidding around." She waved you off.

Between school work and Steve’s love life, it was a stressful start to a new school year, and you were ready to blow off a little steam. Greg Collins was already in the backseat of Steve's car when he came to pick you up for Tina's party that Saturday. You happily bounced to the passenger side, wearing your new navy polka dot skirt and light blue button-up. It's a little shorter than what you usually wear. The flowy material hits mid-thigh instead of just over the knee. As you sank into the soft leather of the front seat, it rode up a little higher. Steve stared down at your legs and then gave you a look you weren't sure how to interpret.

"What?" You ask, buckling yourself in.

"That's what you're wearing?" he asks, pulling out of your driveway.

"Yeah. It's new. What's wrong with it?"

"You're going to have to move to the backseat when we get Jackie's," he says, ignoring your question.

You cross your arm and huff. You always ride shotgun. "Don't worry, there's plenty of room back here," Greg teases.

"You try anything, and you're dead Collins," Steve warns, looking at him in the rearview. That reaction made up for having to change seats. Almost. Jackie came out of her house wearing tight acid-washed jeans and a crop top that clearly had nothing underneath, judging by how she jiggled as she walked. Steve was practically drooling all over his steering wheel.

"Hi Greg," Jackie gave him a little wave and wink after shoving her tongue down Steve's throat as a greeting. You pushed your jealousy and distrust to the back of your mind, determined to have a fun night.

Once you got to Tina's, you went straight for the keg. Steve’s early swim meet in Noblesville the following day meant he wouldn’t drink too much and would be sober enough to drive. You down your first beer faster than usual and go for a second. Raise a little hell by Trooper is blasting through the speakers in the living room, where you join Nicole and Carol to dance. You bounce on your toes and swing your hips, raising your cup in the air while singing out the lyrics. You catch Steve watching you from his spot on the couch where he sat with Jackie and a few members of the swim team. You raise your glass toward him in a little toast before taking a big gulp and turning back to your dance partners. He smiles and shakes his head before going back to his conversation. Madonna is next. You grab hold of Carol to keep her dancing with you. Soon a few more people come over to join you, and you end up dancing until you're sweaty and out of breath. Two beers had turned into three, and you're feeling tipsier than usual.

You refill your cup again, vowing to sip it this time, and walk outside to let the night air cool you down. Tina's parents had recently returned from Hawaii, and her mother insisted on making the back patio into a tiki utopia. Colorful string lights ran along the side of the house, complimenting the pineapple torches that dotted the lawn. There were parrot and tiki god statues next to signs welcoming you to paradise. In the center of all the kitsch, Eddie Munson sits at a table across from Greg Adams.

"Hi Greg," you say, stopping beside Eddie. You dramatically lean across the table towards him, propping your head up on your elbows, bending at the waist with your ass up in the air. From this angle, he can see right down your shirt, and you squeeze your arms at your sides to push your cleavage up even further. "Do you want to take me on a walk?"

Greg swallows, and his eyes are definitely where you expected them to be. Not on your face. "Umm…I would love to.” He glances nervously towards the house. “But Harrington will cut off my balls."

"Too bad. Maybe next time." You say as you plop yourself onto Eddie's lap and take his arm to wrap it around your waist. Greg is staring, dumbfounded.

"Bye, Greg." You give him a little finger wave. He stands and leaves, no doubt going to tattle.

You turn to make eye contact with Eddie. His amused face is inches from yours. "Hi." You push yourself off his lap and take the seat next to him.

"Greg Adams? Really, Princess?"

"Nah. I knew he'd never go for it. Sometimes it's just nice to feel wanted." You kick off your shoe and put your leg on Eddie's lap. His hand wraps around your ankle.

"I wouldn't think that would be a problem for you. Since you're scaring off my customers, what can I do for you?"

"Do you want to have a drink with me?"

"I'm working, Princess. I think maybe you've already had enough for both of us?" He eyes your cup.

You narrow your eyes at him and take a big swig of your beer. "Okay. How about some conversation then. I think you might be the only interesting person here."

"Is the stimulating conversation about balls not to your liking, Your Highness?"

You roll your eyes and start to pull your leg away, but he grips it tighter and runs his hand up a little further on your calf, leaving little tingles in its wake.

"Uh-oh. Here comes Daddy. He doesn't look very happy. I guess I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar." You look over your shoulder. Steve is standing by the door, glaring at you with his hands on his hips. You drop your leg and slip back into your shoe. "You should probably run along before Daddy takes you over his knee. Unless that's what you are hoping for? What do you think, Princess? Would you like a good spanking?"

You finish your beer. Standing up, you place your hands on the armrests of Eddie's chair, caging him in. You lean forward to whisper in his ear. "It depends on who's giving it." You pull away, feeling triumphant that you got in the last word. The look on his face makes you second-guess that as heat spreads through you. You decide to leave before anything more is said.

"What did Munson want?" Steve asks as you join him. "Nothing. I'm just making friends." You tell him, throwing your arms around his neck. His hands land on your hips." Uh-huh," He says, looking behind you, still glaring at Eddie. "I think everyone wants to be your friend in that skirt."

"What does that make you then?" He looks down at you with soft eyes and a cocky smirk. "Me? I'm your best friend." He's smiling. This is the Steve you love, playful and open. "I think it's time to leave. I’ve got to get up early, and I think you’ve made enough friends tonight."

"Sure. I need the ladies. I'll meet you at the car."

There's a line for the downstairs bathroom, so you climb the stairs to use the one connected to Tina's parent's room. At the end of the hallway, two people are leaning against a closed door. It was the noises they were making that drew your attention. Mike Andrews had one hand on Jackie's ass, the other under her shirt, their mouths suctioned together. You clear your throat loudly. When they notice you standing there, Jackie doesn't even have the decency to look guilty.

"Steve is ready to leave," you tell her as Mike pushes past you to head down the stairs.

"Don't look at me like that," Jackie says, ensuring everything is tucked back under her shirt. "It was just a kiss. We aren't married or anything."

"You tell him, or I will."

"You're just jealous. Move on already. He's not the only big dick in school."

"You would know." You say, crossing your arms.

"You just screwed up, Bitch."

Sunday afternoon, you sit on the trunk of Steve’s car in the school parking lot, waiting for him to return with the rest of the team. You tell him what happened at Tina’s last night and your suspicions about the other parties. The pained look on his face breaks your heart. You’re no fan of Jackie’s, but you love him enough that you want him to be happy, even if that’s not with you.

"She's cheating on you. I'm sorry." He nods and leaves you standing alone in the parking lot.

That evening Carol and Nicole wouldn't take your calls. Neither would Steve. You finally cornered Carol the next day during first period. "Jackie told us how you're obsessed with Steve, and you made up that lie to break them up. That's pretty low. Especially dragging Mike into it."

"That's not true. Why would I do that?"

"Because you've had a crush on him since middle school, and everyone knows it. Steve knows it too."

You feel like the room is spinning. You need to talk to Steve. You walk right onto the basketball court in the middle of his gym class, blocking his way.

"I can't talk to you right now." He tries blowing you off. But you stand your ground holding his eyes.

"Harrington!" Coach blows his whistle. "Take care of your business off my court."

You follow him outside, and he repeats what Carol told you.

"And you believe her? You think I would lie to you?"

"I don't know. Haven't you been lying to me for a long time?" He asks with his hands on his hips.

"I knew this was going to happen," you yell.

"Hey, lower your voice. Don't make a scene. She said I have to choose. You or her. I can't lose her. I think I might love her."

"This is a nightmare. I just need to wake up." You say, rubbing your temples.

"Look, it won't be forever. Just give her a chance to calm down. Then you can apologize, and things will go back to normal."

"You want me to apologize to her? What's wrong with you? She's probably cheating on you with half the school." You're yelling, and people have stopped to watch.

He grabs your forearm and pulls you closer. "I think you should take this time and make some friends of your own." He says quietly in a calm voice. "Maybe you'll even find a boyfriend. I want that for you. You're not happy hanging around with me all the time. The truth is you're way too good for me. You should try and find someone better."

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Part 4

[kitkatt0430]

Congrats for managing to finish The Flash! You're braver than any U.S marine, tbh. I left it when I could, lmao. It's been. . . wild seeing how it played out. Okay, here's a fun question: top 10 missed opportunities they failed to take. And which of those you wish to explore in fic? I'm sorry if this is a lot but yeah.

P.S: Eddie is genuinely back and alive??? No B.S?? I am shookth.

Thank you. I get most of my courage from my dog, who lets me rant to her about poor plotting when I watch Flash episodes as long as I give her scritches and encourage her vendetta with the squirrels. :D

Hmmm, Top Ten Missed Opportunities...

In no particular order

1.) Not bringing Harry back in S5. He still had a lot more story to tell and exploring how he learns to live with his new disabilities would have been better than what we got with Sherloque. I mean, the new Wells always winds up growing on me because Tom always had a lot of fun bringing the Wells variants to life, but Harry leaving the Team was very abrupt and his story wasn't done. And now it'll always be this big question mark hanging over the character.

This is definitely something I'd be interested in exploring in fic. I've done so already to very small degrees, but it's definitely something I want to take a deeper look at eventually.

2.) Leonard Snart leading the Rogues. There was the build up and no payoff, thanks to the Legends stealing Len and then killing him off. Leonard Snart and his Rogues are a big deal in the comics, so not having that group come together as a legitimate threat to Barry in the show is always going to be a big disappointment. It meant no more Lisa Snart too, which was really unfortunate.

Guess I'm just gonna have to keep writing my 'Rogues as a dysfunctional found family' fics and imagining what could have been.

3.) Failing to give Cisco a proper send off. After promising an interesting plot for Cisco before S7 began, the build up for him leaving was basically a series of background events in other people's stories. His final episode, though very fun, felt very much like they'd forgotten Carlos was leaving the show until the last minute and had to scramble to send off Cisco.

I've kind of written around the issue, but for me the fix fic is Cisco not leaving at all. So I don't think a proper send off story is in the works for me to write.

4.) Making Frost a lesbian. After failing to keep Hartley in the pilot and having a queer character on the main cast from the start, they should have had an openly queer character on the show at some point. Frost would have been a great choice for this and it would have avoided the relationship with Mark Blaine who was a character that never should have joined the main cast. Allegra being queer would have been lovely too. Or Chester. Just... someone ought to have been out.

Of course they're all queer characters when I write them, so... :D

5.) Never fixing the STAR Labs building. It's a little thing, but restoring the building would have been a great metaphor for the team pulling back together after a time of upheaval. Or perhaps showing the differences in the timeline after Flashpoint.

I did address this point. With squirrels. :D

6.) Taking away Cisco's powers instead of developing them further. Cisco's powers in the comics are truly phenomenal and watching Cisco grow from fearing them to enjoying them on screen was lovely. The abrupt one-eighty on his feelings towards his powers in S5 looks far too much like a bad reaction to breaking up with Cynthia and reeks of the show runners not knowing how to handle writing Vibe. After all that build up for Cisco as Vibe, throwing it down the drain was a massively wasted opportunity.

Giving Cisco back his powers or having him never ditch them at all is definitely something I feature in my fanfics with Cisco that take place in S5 or afterwards.

7.) Not making Hartley more like his comics self. They had every opportunity to grow his character, especially when they reintroduced him post Crisis. And they never did despite clearly being aware the comics character is a much beloved one.

Hartley fix-its are definitely a favorite flavor of my fanfic writing, however. And my fanfic reading. :D

8.) Wally 'graduating' from Kid Flash to Flash. Wally is one of the more popular Flashes in the comics and he deserved to have that acknowledged on the show.

This is something I'll get around to writing fix-its for eventually. I still can't believe the show ended and Wally is still just Kid Flash with the yellow and red suit.

9.) Not having children as metas. We got Frankie, but that's basically it. (Jax was a high school student in 2013, but had graduated by the time he showed up in S2.) The accelerator had to have affected children. Teens sneaking out at night, late night school events like band concerts, younger siblings at football games, etc...

I'm not great at writing kids, but addressing the lack of children as metas is something I want to write. Such as my much younger Joss Jackam that I want to return to at some point. (Also because that version of Mark Mardon is adorable too.)

10.) Only having Flashpoint as a single episode. Flashpoint was a big deal in the comics and would have been a lot more impactful if it had been a longer arc.

Personally, I think the resolution to Flashpoint should have been tied into Nora's death coming full circle for Barry. Though I did think the episode where that night did come full circle was well done. But eventually I will wind up writing my own version of both Flashpoint and how Barry came to tell his S1 self not to stop Eobard from murdering Nora.

And, yup, Eddie's alive again in canon. He's been thoroughly mind screwed by the Negative Speed Force and is still it's Avatar, but destroying the N!SF's crystal and actively choosing not to hate Barry - to set aside his resentment over the life he didn't get to have - seems to have had a profound affect on the interior of the N!SF. Hopefully Eddie's innate good nature will have prove to cause a permanent change to the N!SF itself, making them allies for Team Flash in the future. Though, as Eddie noted, he's not always going to agree with Barry or want to do things Barry's way, so... it's an interesting place to leave him even if I disagree with how he got there.

[eternalrecurrxnce]

( * ☼☽ INTERVIEW THE MUSE ) –   accepting

@divineshadows​​ said:

*↪               30. If you went to a therapist today, what would they say is holding you back the most?

“.. my guilt, I suppose..”

“However, that is something I am.. trying to work on, at the request of Aster. Amongst others, in subtle ways. I believe I was still holding onto some of my grief as well, despite our circumstances here.. I did not allow myself a chance to work through it all until recently.” He doesn’t seem to like that Emil is asking this very much, proven by how Richter’s gaze drops to the side; though as uncomfortable as he may be, there are no signs of anger present on his face. “.. I do not wish to hurt anyone any longer, however, so I am.. trying, at the best of my ability, to let go of what I must.”

31. When was the last time you lowered your standards just to get someone else’s approval?

Oh, there’s the anger!

“Do you think of me as some sort of dog, Emil? Someone so lowly that I would change who I am simply to be liked by others? Such a thing matters very little to me-- if I cannot be liked for who I am at present, I do not care to gain the approval of those around me. It is a waste of time, and a disservice to myself to pretend to be something I am not; even if it would benefit me in the end, I would face whoever it may be head on as myself, and give them the opportunity to choose what they think of me.”

.. though, Richter quickly realizes how intense he’s being; sighing as he reaches down to gently rustle Emil’s hair.

“I’ve told you once before-- ‘courage is the magic that turns dreams into reality’. Do not let anyone walk all over you just for the chance to be liked. If someone refuses to accept you for who you are at your core, then they are not worth your time.”

[thot-writes]

No no no no, it’s ALRIGHT. In fact i think you just give me some ✨ ideas ✨ about having sexy sleepover with your another bf Asmo (im a true believer at poly relationships HDJSKS). Gossiping with him would be so much fun 😭 mf probably know who you hated and he keeps roasting the shit out of that bastards 😭 like he’s side eyeing you, gauging your reactions about names and when he noticed the sneer in your expression, Asmo is like ‘🤩 TIME TO DESTROY SOMEONE’ and he tells you about embarrassing shit that bitches did thanks to his incubus and succubus friends.

Not even his brothers could get away with it 😭 for an example is Lucifer somehow managed to pissed you off by idk, acting all prissy and all more so than usual and Asmo is like “.... tell you what, darling, i have this pictures of dear brother of mine that’s gonna make you smile again....” 😭😭😭 regina george Asmo event when

And OH imagine you and him are in a heated gossips and you’re so close to tearing each other’s clothes and suddenly he’s vanished and you instantly know that, that mf Solomon summon Asmo for god knows what and you’re both pissed and when Asmo is back, he’s just “say, is Solomon in your to be conquer list???” And you’re just 👀👀👀 oh

bitch….. u can’t just send me this stuff and expect me to just read it then disregard it 😭😭 honestly poly is dope asf in fiction but in reality i would be too lazy for that shit LMAO

asmodeus is the best boyfriend on the planet and u can’t convince me otherwise (18+ NSFW);

you and asmodeus are like if the hottest, most popular girls in school were also dating

you always go to and from school together, and whenever you can you’re touching. the PDA gets you in trouble all the time but neither of you care, what can they really do other than scold you anyway?

you pretty much treat each other’s bodies as if they’re extensions of your own. you use each other’s pockets, your legs are always entangled when you sit together, you feed each other, scratch each other’s itches, fix each other’s hair— everything that one would only be comfortable doing alone you do together.

even the gross stuff. on more than one occasion someone has walked into the bathroom to see you taking a piss while Asmo chatted happily with you and fixed his makeup.

despite how desperately in love you are with each other, you have little issue with sharing. Asmo is all-too-familiar with polyamory, and he doesn’t mind sharing you… sometimes, anyway. he has to approve of them first and foremost, otherwise he’d just be overcome with jealousy.

but anyone else you choose to share your affection with is in for a mind-numbing time, having both of you pleasuring them whenever you’re horny (which is always.)

anyone who earns your scorn, though, will find themselves negged into oblivion. you’re ride or die for each other, and you all but jump at the opportunity to tear down anyone who hurts one (or both) of you.

between asmodeus’ smooth, impeccably timed roasts that are enough to permanently ruin one’s self-esteem and your eagerness to punch the shit out of someone (or a whole lot of someones) you make for an incredibly fearsome couple.

your sleepovers are legendary, the iconic movie-type with the silk robes, romcoms playing on the tv, feeding each other fruit and chocolate and playing with each other’s hair.

you always spend a good amount of time shit-talking any and everyone who has managed to piss you off.

“The way that dude was following you around, staring at your ass, god I wanted to dog-walk him so fuckin’ bad,” you grumble, only pausing from your rant to eat the grape Asmo was holding to your lips. “I mean who does he think he is? That since you’re the Avatar of Lust you’ll just fuck anyone? Including his dusty ass? When you’re with me?!”

Asmodeus coos at you and strokes your hair. “I know, he was so rude! He wouldn’t even leave when I told him no. I hate people like that! They take away our precious time together!”

you slip your hand into his robe and absentmindedly play with his perky nipples as he talks. he rubs his hand along your thigh in return. “I’m kind of bummed that someone else called him out though, part of me wishes he kept bugging us so I could show off to you by beating the shit out of him.”

he giggles and kisses the tip of your nose, then your cheeks, and before he can stop himself he’s peppering soft kisses all over your face. “You don’t need to show off for me, [Name], I already know how strong you are…”

you pinch his nipple and he whines at you. you can see his erection poking out of his soft pink bathrobe. “So you’re saying you don’t want me to show off anymore?”

“I didn’t say that…” he pouts as you poke the tip of his dick. “Hey [Name]… are you going to fuck me already? I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back, being this close to you… I want to taste you so badly I can’t stand it…”

“That hungry, huh? You want this pussy in your face, you little slut?” you grin as you tease him and he nods urgently.

“Mmhmm,” he moans, rosy pink tongue lolling out of his mouth, “I need you to fuck my face with your perfect pussy, Master…”

you cup your hands around his slim waist, about to push him into the cushions and give him what he wants, when all of a sudden you’re clasping thin air.

you blink a few times before you realise what’s happened. that fucker Solomon summoned him again! how many times has he interrupted your time together like this?!

you grit your teeth and curse him loudly. your cunt is yearning for Asmo’s masterful tongue, and here you are, alone in his room! maybe Solomon’s the one that needs to be dog-walked.

then your phone starts buzzing, text messages from Asmo. he’s just as — if not more — upset as you are and he’s spamming you angry and sad stickers.

Solomon’s the worst! I’m still half-naked and hard! he texts. I wanted [Name]’s pretty pussy! I’m going to lose my mind! I’m suffering withdrawal here!

more angry stickers. you can’t help but laugh a little, it’s cute that he’s “suffering from withdrawal” even though you face-fucked him this morning before class.

you calm him down and tell him to just do whatever stupid job Solomon wants so he can come back and get fucked til morning. he sulks but agrees.

you don’t know what he said, but Asmodeus scolded Solomon bad enough for him to send you a gift basket and an apology card the next day

[lesbian-deadpool]

The One With The Baby

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 4,473

Warnings: Talks of birth, awkwardness, arguments, dickhead getting fucking decked, think that’s it.

Request: No.

Summary: The aftermath of the day filled with two separate births. It could only bring three things: Yelling, teasing, and awkward interactions.

A/N: Yeah, apparently this is a thing I’m doing now lol

Ko-Fi

Commissions

(Not My GIF)

---

"I just don't get it. How can you actually have a kid?!" Valkyrie ranted at you. As you sat upon the same sofa you had five hours ago, in the waiting room, "It was all fun and games with us joking about it when you helped this random woman give birth. But now you come in here and tell us that that's your kid."

"Listen, okay-"

"It's not fair," Wanda butted in, "How come you get a baby, and I don't?"

"This isn't some "if they get one, I should have one too" thing, Wanda," she told the brunette before turning back to you, sending a spike of dread throughout you. It really was like getting scolded by a parent, "Do you know how rash and irresponsible this is?!"

"I-"

"What was going through your mind?"

"If you would-"

"You met this woman five hours ago!"

"Can you let me explain?!" you had finally snapped, waiting for Valkyrie to continue. Which she did not, so you took that as your opportunity to explain, "Thank you. It was a mistake- Ah!"

You pointed a finger at her when she had opened her mouth to berate you again, getting her to stop before she even started.

"The midwife thought that we were having the baby together, so she put my name down. She left before we even noticed."

"How did she even know your name?" Thor asked, and you just had to resent him for asking that question. It was like he was trying to dig you deeper in Valkyries, 'done-with-your-shit' anger. But you knew with his puppy-dog personality that that wasn't the case.

"Well, I told her."

"And it didn't click what was happening at that moment?" Valkyrie used both of her index fingers and pointed to her temples in indignation.

"I was too busy looking down at the baby," you bit back. Hands mimicking how you held Dianca.

"Wait, you held the baby?" Wanda questioned, voice high and filled with sad envy.

"Well, it is their kid," Pietro joked, receiving a glare from Valkyrie.

Who suddenly threw her hands up in the air and turned to the side out of frustration.

"I swear, I am the only one with a brain cell in this group."

"And even then, it's touch and go," you muttered.

"What was that?" Valkyrie then turned to you, a dangerous look in her eyes, daring you to repeat it.

"I... uh..."

"Yes?"

"Um..." Looking over your shoulder, you tried to find any way out of this situation you had put yourself in. Suddenly beginning to pat your shoulder.

"Dear God!" you exclaimed, "This parachute is a knapsack!" Then proceeding to manoeuvre and throw yourself over the back of the chair you were sat in. Valkyrie rolling her eyes at you whilst the rest of your friends smiled at your antics.

---

"I heard."

You snapped your head up to face Natasha, already looking at you.

"Heard what?"

"Your friend, yelling at you." She smiled. And you groaned.

"Yeah... she didn't react well to the whole 'birth certificate mistake' thing."

"I can tell." She nodded. "I'm surprised you weren't kicked out."

"Nah, I think it was entertaining for everyone, including the staff."

Natasha gave a small laugh before speaking again, "I have to warn you."

"Warn me?" You looked up at her, face blank, eyes cautious and filled with slight anxiety. "Warn me about what?"

"My family. They should be here soon."

"Oh?" your voice was curious when you asked this, cocking your head slightly. Before it dawned on you, "Oh. You mean 'your family' including your mother?" You then pointed at the phone you had spoken to the red-heads mother on not that long ago.

Natasha nodded.

"That's the one."

"Shit. I don't think she likes me."

"Don't worry," she shook her head lightly at your uneasy state, "I'm sure that once they meet you, they'll all love you."

"And if not, I can direct them towards Valkyrie. She doesn't like me that much, right now."

She chuckled, "That's also an option, too."

---

You were now visiting Carol and Maria, hovering over their daughter Monica, as she lay in her mother's arms. Waggling your finger against her tiny baby hands. All the while, you tried your hardest to ignore the look of pure bewilderment Maria was looking up at you with.

Once you raised back up to your full height, you stared straight into her eyes and said, "So, Valkyrie told you then."

"Of course she did," she laughed slightly, "This is absolute madness."

Before you could reply to her, Carol walked in, followed by the rest of your friend group.

"Hey, look!" the blonde called, "It's the fellow parent!"

You groaned, throwing your head back.

"I didn't do it on purpose!"

They all laughed then, finding the predicament of your situation amusing. Even Valkyrie had a smile on her face.

"Congratulations." Carol slapped your shoulder twice before moving around to sit beside her wife, arm over Maria's shoulders, peering down at her daughter with nothing but pure love in her eyes.

"It's not sticking, okay?" you told them all, "Natasha's going to call the midwife, tell her she made a mistake, and get a whole new birth certificate done."

"Finally," Valkyrie spoke, "Something logical has been said."

"Well, you didn't really give me much of a chance to explain what was gonna happen, considering you were too busy yelling at me."

"Well, you were being an idiot."

"I-"

"Natasha's a hot name," Pietro interrupted you, "She good looking?"

You turned to the silver-haired man, pinching your fingers before you and gesturing your hand's to get your point across, "She's fucking stunning."

"Seriously?" Wanda asked, unbelieving that you even answered her brother. When there were more important things to be focusing on.

"Yes." You turned to the brunette, "I'm telling you, I've never seen a woman so beautiful."

"First of all, insulting," Carol spoke up again, "Secondly," her voice changed to one of a teasing tone, "Y/N's in love."

"I am not in love."

"You really seem like you are," Maria agreed with her wife, "How long have you known her? Like eight hours?"

"Seven and a half," you corrected her, "That doesn't help me- But I am not in love with her." You pointed around at all of your friends.

"Aha. You two have a moment yet?" Thor decided to tease this time.

You shrugged awkwardly. "We kissed after Natasha had the baby."

Once again, they all laughed at you.

"Listen, I was there for her during the whole thing. The birth, her water breaking-"

"I'm sorry," Pietro interrupted you, ""Water breaking"? What the hell is that?"

"It's basically a sign that the baby's coming." You then begin to gesture between your legs, "It's like a giant water balloon bursts, and there's this big flood of water that comes out." Finishing off your statement by imitating the sound of heavily rushing water.

The man cringes terribly, making a noise to show his disgust.

"What the fuck is that?! Why?"

"Pietro, what are you gonna do when you have a baby?" his sister asked.

"I'm gonna be in the waiting room, handing out cigars." The silver-haired man shrugged as if it was obvious.

"Yeah." You smirked. "Piet's made arrangements to have his baby like in a movie from the fifties." Then you looked at Maria whilst pointing at the man. "Quick, tell him all about the mucus plug!"

"The what?!"

---

It was the next day, a few hours later.

And you had yet to have more than an hours sleep for the past two days.

But you had managed to head home and grab a change of clothes, volunteering to go to Carol and Maria's apartment and pick them up a few things too.

Before you were right back at the hospital, again.

"Morning," you greeted Natasha as you walked into her room. When you suddenly stopped and focused your attention upon the while, squared ceiling, avoiding looking at the breastfeeding woman out of respect... and a little bit of awkwardness.

"Morning." She smiled back when she looked up and noticed your position, staring at the ceiling. "Don't worry. You can look."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," the red-head spoke, amused.

Slowly, you brought your eyes back down to look at the woman and her baby. The baby that you -for now-, apparently, shared with her.

"Hi."

"Hi," she replied back, cocking her head to the side.

"So, how was your night with the little one?"

Natasha groaned lightly. "Exhausting. She was up every few hours."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, you've probably had more sleep than I have in the past two days."

Before Natasha could reprimand you for not taking care of yourself properly, someone barged through the door, three someones's actually. Startling the hell out of you.

"Where's my grandchild-?! Oh," the woman whose voice you remembered, Melina, said excitedly as soon as she walked through the door. Followed by a small blonde and a large burly man taking up the rear.

"Oh no," the man spoke in a thick Russian accent once he spotted Natasha's position. Mirroring your reaction by pointing his face directly towards the ceiling.

"Don't worry, dad," Natasha said, placing her shirt back onto her properly, "Luckily, she was just finishing. Isn't that right, darling?" she cooed to her daughter. Beginning to pat her back to get her wind up.

"Also, grow up," the blonde said, with a Russian accent as well, peering behind her at the man, "She's eating. It's natural."

"But that's my daughter," he gestured to Natasha.

"And your granddaughter is eating."

"Oh, hello!" the man greeted you, a confused smile on his face, only just noticing you. The blonde throwing her arms up in exasperation at being ignored, walking closer to Natasha.

You raised a single hand to the three and said only one word.

"Howdy!"

It took a few moments for you to realise what you had just said, and when you did, you moved that same hand out in front of you in confusion, face appearing the same.

"Howdy?" you asked yourself, "What the fuck was that? 'I'm Woody. Howdy, howdy, howdy.'."

Then you shook yourself out of your incredulous state, just in time for the blonde to ask, "This one? Really?"

"Oh, shut up, Yelena."

"So, you're the actor?" the brunette woman confirmed rather than asked.

"Uh, yes, I am."

"An actor, huh?" the burly man asked, sizing you up, "You really think that is a reliable source of income?"

"Hey-!"

"Dad," you and Natasha spoke at the same time, her voice in a warning tone. All the while, Yelena, who you assumed to be Natasha's sister, scooped up Dianca.

"-How do you know I'm not the star of a TV show?"

"Are you."

You grew slightly awkward at that, admitting the truth, "No."

Yelena snorted over the baby, drawing everyone's attention to her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She waved. "It just-" She looked right at you. "-You're really not doing well here."

Natasha reached over and grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently, smiling up at you.

"Y/N was here for me during my labour and birth, so maybe let's not shit on their career."

"Thank you, Natasha."

"You're welcome."

A gag came from Yelena at your interaction, "God. When's the wedding?"

---

"I want a baby," Wanda whined.

Exhausted, Valkyrie hummed, then spoke up from beside her, "Not tonight, honey. I've got an early day tomorrow."

Wanda turned to the girl, proceeding to nudge her awake, "Come on, get up. Let's go get some coffee."

Following Wanda out of the room, Valkyrie snarked, "Oh yeah, cause we didn't just have some."

"Guy's, you've gotta help me," you barged into the conversation as they headed to the coffee machine.

"Woah, what's up with you?"

"I met Natasha's family-"

"Aww," Wanda cooed sarcastically, reaching over to pinch at your cheek, "Meeting the in-laws, already."

"Get off." You smacked her hand away.

"What's up with the in-law's?"

"They're not my in-law's," you corrected Valkyrie, "But they hate me."

"They hate you?" Wanda asked.

"Well, not her sister. She seems to like me well enough. But I think her parents think we're together, or gonna end up together, or something. And they do not approve."

"Why not?"

"Well, firstly my job... yeah, that's mainly it. Oh, and also I acted awkward around them. And that didn't make the best first impression."

Valkyrie nodded at you for a few seconds, then said with such known conviction, "You're an idiot."

"Hey!"

"Okay, listen," Wanda placed a hand on your arm in comfort as Valkyrie spoke, "Why are you worried about this? Do you like this woman? Are you gonna date her?"

"I... I don't know... I really like her. I mean, I technically have a baby with her-"

"So, this really is like meeting the in-law's."

You looked at the woman pointedly. "You know, you're not helping."

"How do you expect us to help?" she laughed.

"Do they know about the whole 'Birth Certificate' thing?" Wanda asked.

At that, you groaned and placed your head in your hands.

"No. That's gonna be a shit show."

"Oh, please let me watch," Valkyrie said.

You pointed at her, taking a step forward, "I'm gonna have you."

"Y/L/N!"

Your name rang out through the waiting room, drawing everyone's attention to the brunette woman storming up towards you.

Melina.

"Hi-" A finger dug into your chest. "Ow- How do you know my last name?"

"I saw the birth certificate."

"Uh oh."

"Yeah," she snarled, ""Uh oh" is right."

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Valkyrie with her hands pressed together, looking up to the ceiling, mouthing 'thank you'. Wanda, smacking her arm to get her to stop. Both of them watching the interaction intently, along with everyone else.

"Listen, it was a mistake. The midwife-"

"Oh, I heard it all from my daughter."

"Then why are you yelling at me?"

"Because how can someone be so stupid to give the midwife your name?!"

"Exactly what I said," Valkyrie butted in, agreeing with Melina, to which you harshly signalled her to stop. Also gaining another smack to the arm from Wanda, muttering a small sound of pain and rubbing the offended area.

"I was a bit busy holding your granddaughter and thinking about how cute she is."

"I think you mean your daughter," she corrected sarcastically, causing you to huff, "What is your game here?"

"My game?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "What are your intentions with my daughter and granddaughter?"

"Mama!" Yelena yelled behind her.

You groaned, throwing your head back, "I have no intentions with either of them. Your daughter was alone, and no one deserves to be alone when they're having their baby. And it was an accident. I didn't expect to legally have a kid when I walked into that room. I'm not trying to do anything."

"Mama," Yelena tried once again, softer this time.

Melina just glared at you, turned around and walked off with her daughter to where her other daughter lay in her room.

"Well... that was a shit show," Valkyrie muttered, "She's so scary."

"How did you handle that, Y/N?" Wanda asked.

You turned to the pale brunette, knees buckling slightly, as you moved to hold her shoulders, whimpering, "I can't feel my legs," from the fear coursing through you.

---

"I called him."

"What?" Natasha asked, shell-shocked at what her mother had just told her.

"I called him."

"Mama, I can't believe you called him," She exclaimed, however keeping her voice at a neutral level, too scared of starting her daughter resting in her arms, "The guy's a dick."

"He should know about his daughter."

"But he doesn't care about her," she argued back, "Or me. He never has, and he never will. He doesn't even accept that she's his daughter- I mean, what did he say to you?"

Melina grew quiet for a few short moments before replying, voice slightly reserved, "He didn't... he just hung up the phone."

"See. I told you. You shouldn't have wasted your money."

"She's right, mom," Yelena butted in, "He's awful. Somehow even worse than-"

"Okay!" Natasha raised her hand, stopping her sister mid-way through her sentence. "Let's not start the "game" of comparing my shitty exes."

"Aww, but it's so much fun," Yelena whined with a playful smile.

"Speaking of your terrible taste in partners," Melina started, "Where is the actor?"

Taking a deep breath to stop herself from flat out scolding her mother, Natasha geared herself up to reply.

"Y/N," she corrected, "Is visiting their other friend who just had a baby."

Melina hummed, "Their name on that baby's birth certificate, too?"

"Oh my, God," Natasha groaned, "Mom! Why are you so bent out of shape about this? I'm not reacting this way, and neither are they. It was just an accident. We're gonna get it fixed."

"She's right, my love," Alexei placed a hand upon his wife's arm. "It is pretty funny."

"Not what I was going for, but thanks, dad."

"You're welcome, honey."

"Oh!" Yelena pointed at her sister, excitement shining in her eyes at her sudden memory. "Y/N yelled back at mom."

"What?"

"What?" Natasha and Alexei spoke at the same time. One finned with curious shock, ready to get angry at you if needed. And the other already there, need to defend his wife coursing through his veins.

"Can we not do this?" Melina asked upon deaf ears.

"Yeah! Don't worry, dad, you don't have to 'defend mom's honour'," Yelena said to him, stopping him from finding you and kicking your ass. Before turning back to Natasha, "She was yelling at them and, they didn't take any of it."

"Oh my, God," Natasha whispered, knowing how notoriously scary her mother could be.

"It's not that big of a deal," said woman spoke, raising her hands, hoping to get them to stop their conversation.

"They even got mom to walk away quietly."

Natasha gasped, "They're a God."

"That's impressive." The man received an elbow to his ribs for his comment and nod. Alexei stumbling over his words, trying to save himself, "I- Uh... well, you- That's not what I... honey-"

"They did way better than that," Yelena commented, gesturing over to the pre-occupied two.

Natasha, chuckling along with her sister, while she nodded her head, just watching the show.

"Oh," you spoke, drawing the attention of the room, pausing in the doorway awkwardly, "I can... I can come back."

"No. No, it's fine, Y/N. I'm happy to have you here."

Nodding, you slowly made your way into the room. The fight with the red-head's mother weighing down the room with thick tension.

"You could at least knock," said woman spoke.

But before you could reply, Natasha did that for you.

"They saw a baby come out of me mama, they don't need to knock."

"Yeah, I'm scarred for like now," you said, placing your hands on your hips, "They say giving birth is one of the most natural things in the world, all the while it looks like something Stephen King dreamed up."

"Is it really that bad?" Yelena asked, voice quiet and eyes wide.

"Oh. You don't know the half of it. I traumatised a friend of mine just by talking about her water breaking.

"You talked about me to your friends?" Natasha asked with a smirk.

"Uh, I-"

"About your water breaking." Yelena rolled her eyes.

Suddenly a knock came at the door.

Melina turned to you.

"At least someone can knock."

"Mom!"

The door opened and revealed a man you had never seen before.

"Hi, um-"

"No." Natasha shook her head, pulling her daughter closer to her. "No. Get out."

"Listen, I just want to-"

"No!"

"But-" The man finally spotted you. "Who the hell are you?" he asked, voice harsh and eyebrows furrowed.

"I could ask you the same thing," you replied, tone matching his. Even though you assumed who he may be.

"That's my baby." He pointed harshly towards the child and her mother.

"No, she's not," Natasha spoke, but her falling on deaf ears.

"Well, actually..."

---

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!"

"Shh," Yelena hissed, "You're gonna scare her."

"Seriously?" he inquired Natasha, hand pointed in your direction, "A complete stranger?! This is my daughter!"

"You made it perfectly clear that you wanted nothing to do with either of us- You didn't even believe that she was yours in the first place."

"So, you put a strangers name on the birth certificate?!"

The man was gesturing around so harshly that he could easily hit someone or something.

He had even come in close contact with you at some points. You, having to take a step back just to be safe.

"I mean, this just proves me right! You really are a slut-!"

The room was in outrage at that.

Alexei, yelling out in his daughter's honour, being held back by his wife. While she and Yelena fumed with rage shining dangerously in their eyes.

Your fists were clenched at your sides, glaring at the man.

All the while, Natasha looked on, face blank and eyes just the same. Obviously, having heard all of this before. While still cradling Dianca to her chest, soothing the child from the shouting man.

And yet.

He still continued.

"I knew that that baby wasn't mine. I don't even know why I bothered coming here. Guess I thought if it was mine that I could stop her from turning out like her slut of a mother."

That was the final straw for you.

As everyone yelled out once again, and Alexei tried to push forward, you actually did.

Placing a hand upon the man's shoulder, his face turning to shoot a threatening glare at you that you weren't at all scared by. Before he could get a single word out, you raised your fist and punched him square in the face.

Knocking him out instantly.

The man, falling to the floor with a thud.

Sniffing, you looked back up at everyone's shocked and albeit impressed faces and said, "I got him."

Yelena turned to her sister, pointing at you, "Keep that one."

"I like them," all the while Alexei spoke.

And Melina, slowly crowing to like you more. Finally, realising how wrong the, now knocked out, man was for Natasha.

"You're an actor. Where did you learn to his like that?" Alexei continued, intruded.

You shrugged. "I took boxing when I was younger, still do it now."

"You might wanna change your profession," Natasha finally spoke, "You'd be a very successful boxer."

"Ah, you just wanna see my arms flexing," you remarked playfully, flexing your arms jokingly, pulling a light blush on the red-heads features.

"Gross," Yelena uttered, disgusted.

---

A few hours later, and you were finally getting some more sleep.

Currently situated in the seat beside Natasha. Feet propped up on a small portion of her bed, hand's in your lap, head back and leaning slightly to the side.

Natasha watched you with nothing but love and affection in her eyes, even though she had known you for less than two days.

She could already tell that she wanted you to be a big part of her life.

Her parent's and sister off doing other thongs, leaving you alone together, along with Dianca. Who was still sleeping in Natasha's arms after being passed around her family once more.

Alexei, having removed her deadbeat ex, the minute Yelena started making gagging noises at you and Natasha, after your last comment.

A soft knock came at her door, unlike the harsh one of before.

And in popped the head of a strange woman, who Natasha had never seen before.

"Uh, hello?"

"They're in here," the woman said, looking over her shoulder, before opening the door wide and walking in, a group of people trailing in after her.

"Who are you?" Natasha asked, sitting up straighter, pulling Dianca closer to her chest in a protective manner.

"Oh, we're friends of Y/N." The same woman placed a hand to her chest before gesturing that same hand to your sleeping form.

An understanding look washed over her face, but still cautious of the strangers in her room.

They all quickly introduced themselves before the strange woman, Wanda, came over and scooped Dianca from Natasha's arms, with hesitant permission given, of course.

"Wanda," Valkyrie scolded.

"I'm sorry," the silver-haired man, Pietro, spoke, "She has baby fever."

Another look of realisation washed over Natasha at the twin's explanation.

"I don't have baby fever."

"Then why are their tears in your eyes?"

"She's so cute," Wanda wept over the child, Valkyrie coming over to comfort her... again.

"What's her name?" Thor asked.

"Dianca."

Wanda cried harder at that, "That's so beautiful."

"Is she okay?" Natasha whispered to Pietro, who just shook his head as most siblings would.

Thor chuckled at that, clasping a large hand upon your shoulder, startling you awake. Arms, flying out and legs kicking slightly, moving the covers on Natasha's bed.

The red-head, reaching over and grasping the hand closest to her, holding it in a comforting manner.

You snapped to face whoever was holding your hand, only to find Natasha nodding at you reassuringly, instantly starting to take calming breaths.

Slowly you looked around the room, seeing your friends starring back at you.

Well...

All but Wanda, that is.

The brunette with baby fever, busy crying over Dianca in her arms to notice you.

"Morning, sleepyhead." Natasha smiled. "You sleep well?"

"Yeah." You nodded sleepily, rubbing your tired eyes. "How long have I been out?"

"Around two hours."

You hummed before turning back to your friends.

"What are you guy's doing here?"

"Well, we thought we'd come and visit your child," Valkyrie teased, which you rolled your eyes at before snapping your attention back to Natasha.

"Don't laugh at her you'll only encourage her!"

"So, how's custody gonna work?" Pietro asked, deciding to join in, "Because her aunt's and unkles want to see her."

"Yes, we do!" Wanda wept.

You groaned, throwing your head back.

"I don't know. That's something that we've got to figure out, isn't it, dear?" Natasha asked, with a squeeze to your arm, making you groan again, only louder this time.

"Oh!" Thor called excitedly, bouncing up and down, "Why don't you just move in with Y/N?!"

"Now there's an idea!" she replied back.

You groaned the loudest at that, them all laughing at you.

You didn't know what the near and distant future would hold.

But what you did know was that it was gonna be one hell of a chaotic ride.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

"I want a baby."

"I know, Wanda," Valkyrie spoke.

---

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Hello! I’m not sure who you take requests for, but could I request Midoriya, Uraraka, and Kirishima with an s/o who they think is cheating on them but it turns out they were just playing an otome game? If it’s not too much? Have a wonderful evening!

BNHA CHARACTERS WHEN THEY THINK YOUR CHEATING (but it’s just an otome game)

I accept almost anybody from BNHA, except a fewwww (Overhaul, Endeavor, Kurogiri, that’s probably it tbh) anyways thank you for the requesfksnsksk!

MIDORIYA

Midoriya was on his way to your dorm, excited to finally spend some time with you after a few weeks because he had extensive training with All Might. He was right in front of your door, and almost entered, and right when he cracked the door he heard,

“He’s so cute! Ugh, yes I would love to go out with you!” Izuku’s breath hitched.

You heard a creak and turned to see Midoriya’s head peeking through the door, with his eyebrows furrowed. You smiled and waved,

“Hey Midoriya! I was waiting for you, I was thinking today we could-

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Your eyes faltered, taken aback at his rough tone.

“Tell you...what exactly? Was Bakugo talking about me again? Everytime that loser opens his mouth I swear-

“IF YOU DIDN’T LIKE ME ANYMORE JUST TELL ME. DON’T- don’t lead me on like some lovesick dog.” He shouted, tears ready to fall at any second. You looked at him mouth wide open.

“Izuku, I do like you? I love you quite a lot that’s why I’m dating you, what’s-what’s the problem?” You cried, confused at why he was looking so angry with you.

“I heard you! Calling- WHOEVER THAT WAS CUTE, AND SAYING YOU WOULD GO OUT WITH THEM! H-HOW COULD YOU?” He sputtered out, wiping the tears out of his eyes with an aggressive fist. You looked at him and a slight grin began to grow. You walked over to him.

“You mean...this guy right here?” You say as you lift up your phone to show some animated boy on your screen, with the words ‘I will pick you up at 8, my love’ showing up from a speech bubble. Midoriya stepped back, processing what he had just read.

“S-so...you’re not cheating on me?” He said with big eyes.

“No, it’s just an otome game baby, I could and frankly would never. I love you too much.” You whispered, running your hand through the hair on the back of his head and he hugged you.

“Oh...I’m sorry baby, I didn’t realize-

“It’s alright. Let’s just go lay down yeah? I found this awesome movie I think we would like!”

Just like that, Midoriya was back to being your lovesick puppy. Was there something wrong with that?

URARAKA

Uraraka wasn’t one to be too nervous about cheating. I mean, you were hers. Who was there that would even make you think about being whisked away from the bond that you two had? Apparently, there was somebody. And apparently, you didn’t mind.

Uraraka was walking out of the school, ready to go home and get all of her homework over with. Present Mic had no mercy for the kids of 1-A. As she walked she saw you, beautiful you, out of the corner of her eye.

“Yeah, he’s the best! I can’t believe how flirtatious he is though...not that I mind” you say as your friends laugh and giggle with you. Uraraka covers her mouth, and for a second she almost thinks about ignoring it.

You and her had something special. She knew it. You knew it. So what was it that she had done that had made you resort to somebody else? Was this her fault? Either way, maybe if she ignored it and tried to be a little better for you, there would be no reason to cheat. But that thought was quickly pushed away as Ochako knew her worth. She stomped over to your group and pulled you away by your bag.

“Woah! Ochako what’s wrong with you? I thought you were going to go home and do Present Mic’s 27-inch tall packet?” You laughed as you faced her. But she couldn’t find it in her to laugh. She couldn’t even find it in her to look at you, so she chose her oh so boring shoes.

“So, who is it.” She states, biting her tongue. Her heart was shattering, but what could she do?

“Who is...who? Did I miss something or are you having short term memory loss.” You joked, smiling at her.

“STOP JOKING AROUND. JUST- JUST TELL ME WHO IT IS AND WE CAN BREAK UP AND I CAN LEAVE. PLEASE.” She yelled, voice cracking aggressively. You stepped back, your smile dropping in an instant.

“Ochako, I don’t know who told you what, and I don’t know what you think you’ve figured out, but I don’t know who you’re talking about or what you mean.” You explain slowly, trying to analyze her anger.

“I heard you. I heard you talking about some stupid guy and how flirty he is and all that and well...I’m not mad...I could never be mad at you. But please, don’t push me to the sidelines.” She begged, tears falling vigorously. Your eyes widened as she spoke. She finally looked at you and seeing her eyes as red as they were broke you the most.

“Ochako...there is no boy. I could never, I would never want to. We’re us remember? There’s nobody out there who could take me away from you but...I think I know what you meant” You said as you held up your phone. She saw the boy on the screen giving you a despicable smirk and the relief washed off her face and she relaxed in front of your intense love-filled eyes. This was all some big misunderstanding. And her sweetheart was just playing some stupid game. And the boy- wasn’t real. She grabbed you arm and pulled you into her.

“I love you. I love you so, so much. Never leave me.” She whispers.

“Where would I find anyone better?”

KIRISHIMA

Kirishima was the type who could be insecure but would never tell you about it. To project his problems and insecurities onto you would be rude of him. They’re his problems, not yours. However today, all would be set free.

Eijiro was walking past your lunch table to go and get some yogurt. Usually you two would sit together every other day because you liked to interact with all other members of the class so you usually sat with a somebody else on days like today. And as you sat with Mina, Uraraka, and Tsuyu, Kirishima heard you say something that could have made him pass away on the spot,

“Guys I’m telling you she’s so hot. Like please come get me, she even asked me out!” You screeched with a grin as the other girls smiled back.

“And what did you say to her?” Mina giggled.

“YES! WHAT WOULD YOU SAY MINA!” You said as you jokingly rolled your eyes. “If God requests I take the opportunity” you all laughed and as you saw Kiri out of the edge of your eye you gave him a smile. The sweetest smile, God he was in love with you. But...did you feel the same? He decided that he didn’t want to make a scene and waved back at you with the best smile he could manage.

Later on that day as Kirishima sat in your room, as you doodled in your notebook he glanced at you and decided to bring up the dreadful fact. That you didn’t want him anymore.

“So what did I do.” Eijiro whispered. It was so quiet but since there was no noise you heard it easily. You looked up at him confused.

“What?” You asked, your eyebrow raising.

“What did I do. To make you find somebody else?” He asked, looking away from you. Eijiro knew that if he looked at you he would cave. He would always cave for you.

“I haven’t found somebody else? I’m not too sure who told you that but-

“STOP LYING. I HEARD IT. I HEARD YOU. TALKING ABOUT SOME GIRL AND HOW SHE ASKED YOU OUT. I KNOW I’M NOT PERFECT, AND I KNOW I AM NOT AS SMART, OR AS ATTRACTIVE AS OTHER PEOPLE BUT I THOUGHT- I THOUGHT YOU COULD LOOK PAST THAT. I THOUGHT YOU DID LOOK PAST THAT.” He yelled, his fists clenching and unclenching when the pain became too much. You couldn’t even answer at first but the first thing you could think was..is that really how he saw himself? Not good enough?

“Eiji...what do you mean you’re not as smart or attractive? Who- where did you even get that from?” You choked out as tears began to build. You couldn’t help it, yelling was never something you could take.

“Does it matter?” He spat.

“Yes! God yes it does. Because Eiji you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are incredibly smart when it comes to hero work, why would I care about some test grade made by old people with no life? And handsome...Kirishima you are so handsome that I stare at you everyday and wonder how you wanted me. You could have anybody, with your personality, your looks, and your talent combined what could I give you? Seeing you now...it hurts Eiji. I love you, you will always be more than enough for me.” You sputtered out. You tried moving closer but he moved away from you once again as tears fell down your eyes and built up in his.

“Well obviously I wasn’t enough because you found somebody else.” He ranted as you shook your head.

“No no no, Kiri I didn’t find anybody I was talking about some otome game I found! There is nobody else sweetheart- there could never be anybody else.” You whispered as you tried one last time to move closer. And Kirishima didn’t move.

“Really? There is nobody else? You still...you still love me?” He cheered as he hugged you tight, and put his head in your neck as you two sat there in a peaceful embrace.

“Of course not. I have you. Everything I need, and so, so much more. I love you Kiri.” You whispered as you kissed his cheek.

“I love you. Until the end of time.” Lord knows Kiri would love you even after that.

FIN

Okayyyy that was my first request jesus christ- I tried to kinda give the reader different personalities because I don’t really like it when people make all their readers have the same personality like- there are so many people in the world! Anyways I think I need to make a page on what I will and will not write but the list is quite open. Platonic, romantic, up to 5 people for a headcannon, and no smut...That’s simple right? (no.)

Anyways thank you all for reading!!! <3

[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

Illicit Affairs

A/N: Okay so the ages and timing on this story don’t make much sense but just overlook that, maybe? I don’t know you’ll see but just try to ignore it if you can for the sake of the story. Also I know it’s been forever since I posted but it’s because I’ve been working on this series, so yeah. Pairing: Gerard Way x F!Reader Word count: 2,488 Warnings: I don’t think any.

Your Uncle Frank was one of your number one supporters through it all, and by far one of your closest family members.

You had known him since you were 13, as he and your Aunt Jamia (who was your mother’s sister) had met early in high school and had been dating since. Now that you were 20 and in college, triple majoring at NYU, he was once again your biggest supporter, helping you financially at every opportunity he could. You always felt so guilty for the thousands of dollars he insisted on paying monthly to help you get through college with little to no student debt, but he was insistent.

And of course you knew that money came from his now wildly successful band My Chemical Romance. You had been to a few My Chem shows, but had surprisingly never actually met any of the guys, besides Ray who you accidentally met while dropping off some coffee for Frank at the recording studio. You were actually a pretty big fan of their music, but you never broadcasted that your uncle was Frank Iero. That remained pretty private.

But here you were, driving to one of their shows for the soundcheck from Frank’s New York apartment, which you were staying at for the summer because A. You were taking summer classes and B. He offered to pay you to dog/house sit while he was touring, since Jamia consistently had work that sometimes meant she had to travel.

You pulled up to the large venue, showing security the backstage pass that Frank had given you, before being escorted into the main arena, where empty spaces for chairs lurked open, a few maintenance and sound people running around and fiddling with various things. You looked up to see some of the guys sitting down in a circle having a conversation. Frank noticed you almost immediately, getting up with a big smile and running up to you, engulfing you in a hug, and you hugged him back. “How’s my favorite neice?” He asked and you lightly laugh.

“Great, you?” You asked and he smiled back.

“Great.” It was funny to be shorter than Frank, only be a few inches, but still, making you the shortest in both the family and in most social situations. He walked you over to where everyone else was, introducing you in general as everyone got up to shake your hand. You already knew Ray, who gave you a hug, but you had never met the other three.

First was Mikey, who seemed shy and a little awkward, but was pretty adorable. Then came Bob, who seemed chill, and finally Gerard. You had to admit he was pretty handsome both on and off stage, but you pushed some confidence forward so you wouldn’t chicken out. “I’m Gerard.” He shook your hand with a kind smile.

“Y/N.” You responded, shaking it back. You could see your uncle eyeing the both of you from the corner of your eye, but you weren’t totally sure why. Was your crush on Gerard that obvious. You pulled away a moment, somewhat nervously with the conscious that at least your uncle knew, meaning other people probably did too.

You all sat down in a group as the guys began asking questions about you and what you were doing in school. All of them (besides Frank who already knew) were extremely surprised as you triple majoring, but you couldn’t help and notice how Gerard was fixated on you the entire time. After a bit of explaining stuff about you, everyone split up to go do their own thing. Ray, Mikey, and Frank all went off to begin tuning and testing their stuff while Bob did the same, but Gerard stayed back with you for a few minutes.

“Hey, this could be totally weird and awkward and not cool and you can totally say no,” Gerard began, quietly to you when no one was around, “But would you mind if I got your number? I mean I could ask Frank but your his niece so that might be awkward and-” “No, no, it’s fine.” You lightly smiled, as if to reassure him. You pulled a sticky note and pen out of your backpack, writing it down, “Here.” You smiled at him, handing it over. “But I would advise you don’t tell Frank, because he might, ya know-” “Yeah, yeah, trust me, I know.” He said and the two of you lightly laughed. “Are you gonna be at the show tonight?” He asked and you nodded, “Cool, cool. Have you been to one before.” You nodded again.

“A few times, actually, I’ve just never gotten to meet you guys.” You lightly smiled.

“Cool, cool.” He responded. You could tell how awkward both of you felt, each of you having the urge to keep the conversation going but it just wasn’t there. “So I should probably go and start sound check, ya know. But it was awesome meeting you, Y/N.” Gerard smiled.

“You too.” You smiled back.

“I’ll see you around?” “See you around.” You lightly waved as he jogged the other way.

You ended up excusing yourself and saying bye, with the excuse that you had more school work to do, when in reality you just needed some air as your mind continued to process the idea that the Gerard Way just asked for your number. He was so nervous and cute about it that in a way it made you all the more happy getting to know him briefly, but he was nothing like how he was on stage. The confidence that seemed to erupt in him was all wiped away as he just seemed like a nervous outcasted teenage boy in a band, which maybe to an extent he was.

Gerard, on the other hand, was set on the idea that he had just fucked over any shot he had with you. And from what you had explained, you seemed like the perfect girl. Not only were you absolutely gorgeous to him, but you were kind, funny, and smart. And you seemed to have some tom boy in you, which only made you that much more attractive to him to send him mind into overdrive. He wasn’t sure that the perfect girl ever existed, until you walked in.

And he was shocked that you were single. Sure, you had a lot on your plate and probably not enough time for a relationship, but any boy or man would be insanely lucky to have you. But there he stood, mentally punching himself at how stupid he acted. And ideally he would have gone and ranted to the guys, but the moment Frank heard he was interested in you, he knew he was dead meat. Frank may have only been 5′6 but he could pack a punch if he wanted to.

And besides, you were eight years younger than him. And while that didn’t matter to him, and clearly to you it didn’t either, that would most likely be looked down upon by most other people. “It’s pretty obvious.” Mikey came up to him behind the stage, “You’re just going to have to deal with the wrath of Frank eventually.” The two looked over at the short man who was clearly pissed in some way.

It wasn’t until that night at the concert that your worries fluttered away. You had invited a few friends, who were all jumping, screaming, and dancing as you did the same in the pit. Gerard had taken the crowd by his hand with ease starting with their opener, and flawlessly sang and entertained everyone. You were genuinely having the time of your life, and even when the show ended you were still riding high from the buzz of adrenaline that the show gave.

You ran back stage, giving Frank a hug and he hugged you back. “You guys did awesome!” You sighed out, still in awe with a huge smile on your face. “It was absolutely incredible.”

“Thanks, Y/N/N.” Frank smiled back down at you.

“Y/N/N?” Ray asked, with a confused look.

“Yeah, it’s been her name in the family since she was like two.”

“Okay, Y/N/N.” Ray smiled at you and you smiled back. You couldn’t help but look over Ray’s shoulder, seeing Gerard standing back with Mikey drinking lots of water, for obvious reasons. You briefly excused yourself to go talk to them.

“Hey,” You walked up to Gerard and smiled, he immediately looked back, putting his water down and smiling back at you tiredly. “You did awesome.” You preached, “Like, actually, you did insane.” “Thanks.” He lightly laughed, “Glad you enjoyed.” You nodded. “Hey Mikey.” You looked at the skinny boy who waved back.

“You did pretty great too.” “Thanks.” He smiled, saying goodbye and departing from the two of you shortly after. Gerard pulled out a box of cigarettes, taking one in his mouth, and motioning them towards you, a way of asking. You shook your head.

“I’m alright, thanks.” He nodded, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and lighting the stick. He took a deep breath in, letting the smoke come out through his mouth only a few moments later.

“So you don’t smoke?” He asked next, casually. You shook your head, “Smart.” He lightly smiled. “It’s pretty fucking annoying.” You lightly laughed.

“Thanks for the advice.” You smiled.

Only a few seconds later you were called out by the rest of the guys, sitting outside their tour bus and drinking some beer. You noticed Gerard had none, and opted for just some water, you doing the same instead. For you it was pretty obvious, you were 20 and weren’t of the legal age to drink. But for Gerard it would seem off to most people, but of course Frank had told you all about how only a few months prior he was an alcoholic and had gotten sober, so naturally you didn’t blame him one bit for skipping out on the alcohol.

“Hey Y/N, want some?” One of the guys on tour asked. You shook your head. “Oh c’mon, it’ll be fun!” The guy continued to insist.

“Nah, I’m alright.” You said. It was pretty annoying when guys asked you to drink, because you knew that it was to get you to a point of being drunk only to get laid. Or even worse, the fear that the drink could be laced. Either way, you weren’t taking a chance.

“Are you sure-” “Hey man, back off.” Gerard, who was sitting next to you, spoke, “She said no.” “I’m pretty sure she can speak for herself.” The dude smirked and fired back, thinking he did something.

“And she already did speak. She said no.” He said firmly, more aggressive this time, “You’re on this fucking tour because you’ve been hired by my band. So I would suggest you leave her the fuck alone before you lose your job, buddy.” Gerard snapped. The other guys eyes just went wide, walking away in surrender.

“You didn’t have to do that, ya know?” You looked over at him, and he gave you a confused look, “Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it, but it happens all the time.”

“Well it shouldn’t.” He sighed, “But you’re smart enough to know that. No offense, and this is not meant to be sexist, but a lot of girls your age don’t know that.” “Yeah, I know,” You admitted, “I’ve seen it happen one too many times.” Both of you obviously became slightly uncomfortable with the situation at hand, prompting Gerard to begin another conversation.

“So what do you like to do?” He asked, “Outside of school, of course.” “I don’t know,” You sighed, “I love to write, I have since I was younger. Reading goes a long with that, I’ve read comics since I was a kid too. I know that probably sounds stupid but-” “You read comics?” He asked, slightly shocked. You nodded, “What kinds?” “I started out with Marvel, since my dad collected Marvel as a kid. Then I got into DC, Watchmen in specific, I never got into the Justice League because I didn’t really see the relevance of it, but I liked the Avengers a lot.” He nodded and smiled.

“That’s pretty cool, ya know. Not really stupid in my book.” He lightly laughed, “I actually went to school to be a comic book writer.” “Really?” You asked, adjusting yourself in your seat and he nodded. “No way.” “Yeah, I did. But it was a rough time in the comics industry and nothing really worked out.” You nodded, understanding.

“Do you still do anything with comics?” You asked next.

“Yeah, I do.” He said, “In my free time I love to draw, I have this current project I’m working on, I’m not sure what it’s going to be called, but it’s like this weird super hero family type thing, but they’re all adopted, and this guys makes his kids a super hero team? That probably doesn’t make a lot of sense.” You lightly laughed.

“Not totally, but what I get from it, it sounds pretty awesome.” You admitted, “I think that would be pretty cool, and original. Which is something everyone wants when it comes to comics.” He nodded.

“It probably wouldn’t be hard to get it published now with this whole band thing.” You nodded.

“Well, if you ever need a second opinion on it, don’t hesitate to ask. Although I know it can sometimes be hard to show off your work.”

“I’ll definitely take you up on that.” He smiled. You got a vibration from your phone, which you checked. It was one of your friends, but glancing at the time your anxiety rose.

“Shit,” You muttered, “Hey, so I know we were just starting to actually talk and all, and I really don’t want to end that, but I kinda have to get back and-” “Hey, hey, don’t worry.” Gerard lightly smiled, “You’re really busy. It’s totally fine.” “You sure?” You asked again and he nodded.

 “Yeah, of course.” He nodded, “Here, let me at least walk you out to your car.” “No, you don’t have to do that-” “Trust me, it’s alright.” He insisted, getting up and walking besides you under the night sky.

“It was really great meeting you.” You smiled up at Gerard as you two stood outside your car.

“You too, Y/N.” He smiled down. “This may be too soon, and it probably is, but I asked for your number after like five minutes of knowing you so I guess we are moving fast. Anyways, I’m rambling.” He stuttered a little, “But would you want to go out with me sometime.” You smiled.

“Yeah, of course.” You responded, “Just text or call me and we’ll work something out.” “Oh, okay, awesome.” He smiled. “Bye Y/N. Get home safe, okay?” “Bye, Gerard, and I will.” You said and got into your car.

[mashiraostail]

Hiiii, i was wondering if i could request some vlad king and gang orca taking care of their s/o pets. Like if the reader was out of town and asked them to take care of their dogs👉👈 i feel like vlad is such a good doggy dad that the dogs play together and i feel like gang orca would be lost but doing his best and if he was taking care of a cat i like to think it would love being around him because cats love fish and he would just always have his s/o cat cuddling on his lap. Im sorry for ranting lol i love your work you're doing great💕

awwehehe this is so cute since you mentioned dogs for vlad and cats for kugo that's what i went with! also indulged myself and included kugo/ jiro/shoji content bc that seems like such a GOOD FUNNY AND WHOLESOME trio and i wanted more content than we got smh 

Sekijiro Kan/Vlad King: "Hey Sek, I need a huge favor.” You look up from your phone at the taller man who is currently scrunched into the corner of his couch scrutinizing a piece of paper with really terrible handwriting on it.  “Sounds dangerous.” He replies without looking up and you snort dropping to the cushion beside him.  “Only a little, but I think you’re good for it.”  “Alright then, so what’s the favor?” His eyes flick up to you. “I need to go visit a friend out of town.” You sigh, “she had a baby last month, I used to work with her husband and she asked if I wanted to spend some time back home with her for her birthday next week, I should be about five days.” You rest your hands on his knees, “so while I’m out there..would you mind watching Kilo for me? I hate to leave him behind but It’d be a pain to travel so far with him I know he hates trains.”  “That’s a huge favor?” He raises an eyebrow at you, “sure I can watch him. I bet they’ll get along fine.” He glances at his own dog curled up under a chair.  “But only If you can figure out what the hell Monoma tried to write here.”  For all intents and purposes, Kilo was a good dog, a little stupid, but a good dog nonetheless. To be honest, he’s really honored you trust him with the task, you’re the only person he’s met that seems to love your own dog as much as he loves his. Plus it also meant that Kilo had to like him a fair bit which was also a relief, as a dog owner he knew any potential partner was only as compatible with him as they were with his dog, and his dog loved you, he was sure you felt the same way, any partner that Kilo didn’t get along with would be impossible for you to get along with, he found it more than a little reassuring that Kilo seemed to enjoy his company. Past all that, and maybe even most important this was a perfect opportunity to introduce the two dogs. He was sure it was no secret to you but this wasn’t exactly a casual fling, with the way things were going it felt pretty inevitable that he’d ask if you wanted to move in together; but if the two didn’t get along well then..that’d be an issue. Though he was sure if things got tested out now you’d have some time to at least try to get the dogs to be comfortable with each other or hopefully think of some sort of workaround. In his eyes, this was a blessing for him as much as it was a favor to you.  “Are you sure you don’t mind keeping Kilo at your place?” Sekijiro is slightly embarrassed to say how early he arrived at this park, he wanted to tire his own dog out before introducing the pair, he’d advised you to do the same so you were walking to the park, you'd called him on your way.  “Of course I don’t mind babe.” He tosses a ball from his seat on the bench and watches his pudgy bulldog trot over to it, “it’ll be easier this way, right?”  “Yeah that’s true, I just don’t want Kilo wrecking any of your stuff, he always means well but he gets into trouble sometimes-”  “Don’t worry about it, he’ll be a model student by the time you get back.” He hears you laugh into the receiver at that. “I don’t doubt that, I’m almost there, I’ll see you in a few okay?”  “Yeah sure thing, can’t wait.” You huff out another laugh at him before hanging up.  “Sekijiro!” You chirp brightly at the sight of the man, he’s too busy taking you in to respond. Kilo’s trotting a foot or so in front of you on his leash, that old joke about dogs looking reminiscent of their owners was certainly true in your case, you both looked delighted to see him and beyond that, you were practically glowing... Maybe he just had a thing for people who were good with animals.  “Hey Sek?” You lean down in front of him.  “Hey! He welcomes Kilo between his knees, the mixed breed was a bit larger than his dog who was currently bounding back to him with a ball and sufficient slobber hanging from his mouth, the size difference in mind though Kilo was a hell of a lot less bulky, he was practically streamlined, Sekijiro had seen how fast the dog could run with his own eyes. He could see why you took so much pride in the dog, he was definitely beautiful his coat was long, wavy, and shiny and he had big blue eyes and admittedly the cutest pink nose and spotted tongue Sekijiro had ever seen.  “Thanks so much again for doing this I really-” An excited bark pulls your attention downwards, “look who it is!” You sing, crouching down to pet the panting dog, “you sure look tired. Sekijiro is working you too hard.” You frown at him as he hops up to rest his front paws on your thighs. “Don’t be ridiculous.” Sekijiro laughs, “but he is worn out, I guess Kilo is too though.” Kilo’s head is on his knee, the larger dog is panting too.  They seem to notice each other, and approach with a lazy curiosity. They sniff around each other for a bit but after that return to their respective activities, seemingly unbothered by each other and the proximity of the other dog to their owner. Kilo didn’t mind your cooing at Vlad’s dog who didn’t seem to mind Kilo’s head in his owner's lap. With that little bit of reassurance, you hand him Kilo’s leash and a bag of his stuff; food dish, some toys and treats and the like, and then you part ways after promising to call him when you get to your home town safely.  All in all the coming days are pretty uneventful, Kilo joins them on their daily walks, eats at the same time with no trouble, finds a comfortable place to sleep each night.  “Is Kilo alright?” Your voice is nervous in the receiver.  “He’s better than babe, seriously they’re getting along great.”  “God that’s such a relief.” You sigh, “the pictures you’ve sent are cute..gosh I miss him.” You pout a little. “Gee I miss you too babe.” He mutters it with a playful edge to his voice and you gasp,  “I was going to say I miss you too but forget it!”  “don’t be mean!” He complains back, “I was kidding! And anyway I miss you. How’s it been out there?”  You go off on your usual tangents before ending up back at square one.  “Oh! I called you for a reason actually!” You remember, “I’ll be a little bit late getting back on Sunday, one of the trains is going to be down so I’m taking a later one, I should be back around midnight now would you mind-”  “Of course not babe, I’ll get you from the station so-”  “No no! It’s okay you’ve already done so much that’s not what I was going to ask! I just wanted to be sure you wouldn’t mind keeping Kilo around for the extra time...I can get a taxi, seriously don’t wait up for me!”  “Well just come to my place when you get back right?”  “I wouldn’t wanna wake you up-”  “It’s been way too long since I saw you last, so I don’t mind, if you won’t let me pick you up from the station at least come right here.”  “You’re convincing.” You laugh a little, embarrassment heating up your face, “I guess that’s fine with me then...” A distant sounding voice pulls you away from the receiver, “Sek I have to go, I’ll call you again soon though!”  “Don’t worry about anything babe.” He reassures you as you hang up.  There is one minor spat over a rope toy but it’s resolved easily enough and the pair seem to get on swimmingly after that, even sharing a couch cushion and occasionally resting their heads on each other, they become incredibly fast friends, which is probably the biggest relief on the planet to Sekijiro. Watching the two of them play tug of war in his living room or witnessing their schemes to get leftovers off the counter on Thursday night essentially cement his vision of a future with you.  If you were being totally honest it was embarrassing how attractive you found Sekijiro getting along with your dog to be, you’d never got the obsession of handsome guys holding cute babies but seeing some of the photos he’d sent to you over the almost 6 days you were gone made butterflies crop up in your stomach the likes of which you’d only felt when he was actively trying to fluster you...but this seemed totally unintentional. To say you were incredibly eager to go home and see him (jump his bones) felt like an understatement. It’s past midnight when you get back and the place is mostly dark, you see a vaguely bulldog shaped blob partially under a blanket on the couch, but the snoring it emits gives away it’s identity easily. You leave your bag at the door and venture into the apartment, poking your nose into the bedroom.  Of course, Sekijiro is there, dead asleep on his back, and who’s with him but Kilo, his head resting on the blood hero’s chest one of his hands resting on top of it.  “Oh Vlad-” You coo, you practically sing it at him.  “Wha-whatsitwhat-” He rubs his face as he picks his head up, “oh, hey welcome back ‘s good to see you, missed you-”  “You’re so sweet-” You’re already at the side of his bed, leaning down and kissing him.  “What’s-” Sekijiro takes a minute to process everything before he realizes it’s Kilo’s head on his chest making you act like this.  “Oh no way, he’s been a total angel-”  “I’m so glad he likes you so much-” You murmur it between kisses, to his lips and various other spots on his cheeks and jaw, “you guys are adorable together.”  “I’m glad you think so-” He cuts himself off with a yawn and turns into your lips, kissing you again before speaking, “you weren’t kidding about that late train huh? It’s almost 1 AM, you must be exhausted, there’s plenty of room for you in here so come on.” 

Kugo Sakamata/Gang Orca: “Hey, Kugo...” You approach him from behind and wrap your arms around his shoulders, leaning against the back of the chair he’s sat in.  “Yes?” One hand comes up to cover your forearm the other stays dutifully at work.  “You love me, right?” You rest your head against his and he pricks up at the inquisition.  “Of course I do, why would you ask a question like that? Is something wrong?”  The way his hand subtly squeezes your arm isn’t lost on you.  “Hmm..no nothing's wrong.” You lean into him and close your eyes as he sighs good-naturedly. “Then what? Did you just want to hear me say it?” He leans back into you, “I guess I could entertain that...” His thumb swipes a long stroke over the skin of your forearm, “I love you, dear.” He can feel you prickle up at that behind him. “I love you too Kugo.” You squeeze him tighter and he huffs out a quiet laugh. “I’m glad to hear it. Now is that all you needed?” He puts his pen down to bring his other hand up to your arms, “I’m a bit busy. You’re welcome to stay there if you like though I just need to finish some paperwork and make a few phone calls. After that, we can do whatever you like for the night.”  “Well, now that you mention it there was just one more thing. I’ll be fast I promise.” Your hand slides underneath his lapel and into his jacket.  “Don’t worry I can make a bit of time for you then, what’s the matter?” You make eye contact with him through his darkened computer screen.  “My boss invited me to this big conference next week, it’s a pretty great opportunity and I could meet some important people..” You explain, biting your lip, “it could be really good for me to branch out even she thinks so, and getting some more experience will be great, and it’s pretty close to my hometown so I figured I'd stop in and see some old friends after I got done..It’d be about 5 or so days and I’d really like to go.” You sigh and he seems more than a little confused based on his reflection.   “That does sound like a great opportunity for you, you’re right..what’s the problem then? Do you need advice about something?” His confusion doesn’t quell even as you kiss his temple. “I probably will later but for now the problem is Luna.” “Your cat?” Kugo piques, “why is she a problem?”  You sigh, “if I’m not around no one will be there to feed her and make sure she stays out of trouble.”  “Oh is that it? That’s no problem at all dear, I can look after her for you. Is that what you were going to ask me?”  “You don’t mind?” You perk up, “I don’t want to trouble you...and I know I could just as easily leave a key under my mat and have a neighbor do it but I trust you so much more and-”  “It’s no trouble, really.” Kugo laughs a little, "I pass by your apartment all the time on patrols, I’m sure the interns won't mind if I make a stop and head up to check on her every now and again.”  “Oh! You can totally bring them up if they like cats!” He laughs at that too.  “Was that all?”  “Mhm.” You nod and use the motion to nestle into him a bit, “Thank you Kugo.”  ”It’s really my pleasure. Leave it to me, alright?”  All things considered, Kugo’s also pretty honored to be trusted with the task of watching your pet cat, he knows how much you love and worry about her, you dote on her all the time, and if the copious amount of photos you send him of her say anything she’s definitely your pride and joy. For the most part, you spent the bulk of your time with Kugo at his own home, due largely to the fact that he was larger than average and he existed a fair bit more comfortably there, but he paid you visits in your apartment from time to time and had met the cat, she seemed to like him plenty which was a relief as well.  You stop at Kugo’s before you leave and give him a list of things to double-check when he stops in, though you reassure him that there shouldn’t be any problems, Luna was pretty independent and mellow she didn’t like going outside so he didn’t have to worry about her escaping or anything like that. He tries to stop in at least 3 times a day, before, during, and after patrols, he knows that’s probably overkill, you spend all day at work and have never had an issue but he hates the idea of something happening to the feline on his watch. Plus even if he wouldn’t readily admit it he saw this as a perfect time to get on the cat's good side, you said she already loved him but he wasn’t convinced. He knew how much you loved her and any vision of your future that he had always featured the mellow feline so in his mind it was imperative they got on well. On top of that, he was glad you trusted him with something as small and delicate as Luna, she fits pretty comfortably in his hand and was as fragile as she was petit, but you never seemed off-put by the idea of him holding her or petting her, in fact, you encouraged it. The way you even wanted him near her when you weren’t around to supervise put him at ease about his strength and size, he always worried about breaking delicate things, but that wasn’t a worry you seemed to echo.  “Is something going on in that building?”  Shoji looks up at your complex as he pauses by it, “you’re stopping here a lot since yesterday.”  “Huh? Oh. Actually no... well nothing of importance to you. I’m...catsitting.” Jiro holds her breath the hold in the laugh, “Catsitting?”   “Yes...my partner is away at a work conference, the cat in question is theirs.” Kugo nods, “if you like cats you can come up and meet her, she’s actually quite friendly.”   Kugo was pretty used to Luna at this juncture, but whenever other people met her it was easy to see why you were so proud of her, she was quite the stunning cat, a long dark grey and black coat with big green eyes and a swishing tail, her paws were colored as if she was wearing boots.  “Wow...she’s really pretty, I’ve never seen a cat like this.” Jiro was crouched on the ground, stroking her neck.  “I was surprised too.” Kugo confesses, “they found her in a box on the side of the road about a year before we met. She was only a kitten then. Her name’s Luna.”  She seemed to like the pair equally alternating between them, rubbing against their legs and shuffling her head into their palms.  “She is very friendly.” Shoji remarks as she purrs at him, attempting to climb into his lap.  “She’s good at getting into trouble, but she usually means well. You can stay with her for a minute.” He sets off to double-check the usual; food, water, litterbox, the loose window that she’s always wiggling open despite having no desire to climb out of it, he waters a few plants and straightens up anything she knocked over as well. When he returns she's overturned on Shoji’s lap.  “You’re getting along well.” He swipes a pillow she’d knocked over up and replaces it on the couch.  “She’s really sweet!” Jiro is scratching her stomach. “I’m glad to hear it.”   “Hey..sorry if this is too personal or whatever but I didn’t know you were.. dating someone... We didn’t snoop or anything though!” She swears, holding both hands up, the cat looks disgruntled at the loss of attention.  “It’s alright I trust you.” Kugo waves her off, “Luna looks too comfortable anyways, you’ve clearly been petting her this whole time.” He adds with a small chuckle. At the sound of her name, she rolls over and winds around his feet, circling through his ankles and pawing at his pants until he lifts her up.  “To answer you though yes I am seeing someone.” He holds Luna with one hand, his ring and middle finger scratching the patch of grey fur on her chest.  “Are they a hero too?” She wonders, straightening up.  “No...no they’re not, I’m not very public about this sort of thing.”  Shoji contemplates that, “they have a nice apartment.”  “That is true, it’s a good job, and they do have a pretty keen eye for decorating” He agrees, looking around amicably.  “Have you guys been together for a long time?” Jiro blurts out before feeling color float up to her cheeks, “sorry I don’t mean to be rude... I just never pictured you like this I guess I’m curious-”  “It’s okay, most people don’t, and yes, we’ve been together a while now.” Kugo raises a hand to calm her, “but like I said before I’m not very public about things like this which is why you wouldn’t have heard..though either way, even when we do go out together... most people don’t assume I do that sort of thing, and to be frank, we aren’t the most...visually compatible pair..” He says that with a distinct fondness in his voice and then continues, “like you said, you don’t really picture me in this sort of light, most people don’t so hero gossip tabloids tend to leave me alone for the most part, I get a fair bit of freedom when it comes to this sort of thing because of that. There are probably plenty of photos of us together out there, though people usually assume they’re my manager or a secretary or just a friend.” Luna is purring loudly in his hand, her body largely slack against his chest. He walks her over to the couch and sets her down, which she warbles angrily at, “to be honest though I prefer it this way. I’m a private person.”  “That makes sense...well, their cat sure likes you.” Shoji points and Kugo chuckles.  “I’m fond of her myself.” Kugo admits, “everything is as it should be here so we can head out again, sorry for the tangent.” He scratches Luna’s neck and sighs, “as for you I’ll be back tonight. So try to behave until then, for my sake alright?”  Jiro tries not to laugh at the sight. “I didn’t think you’d actually bring them up! Did they like her?”  You sound delighted about it over the phone that night.  “I may have knocked a few intimidation points off of myself, but yes they thought she was cute.” He was sitting with her, contemplating staying the night here. He was embarrassed to say it but this was the longest you’d spent apart in a while and despite any appearances, he had gone soft and was starting to miss you, being around your stuff was nice even if he didn’t fit too well in your bed.  “I don’t think you’re very intimidating at all.” You peep back thoughtlessly. “Well, I’d sure hope not.” He chuckles and leans against the couch, “she’s been good too I was,..expecting her to break more.”  Truthfully Kugo wasn’t sure what he was expecting, he never had pets growing up and hero work didn’t give much free time to consider one, it took a day to get comfortable with her, and even now he was watching his every step for her. “I’m glad to hear that!” You laugh, “she’s a pretty great cat isn't she?”  “I have to agree..” Kugo wouldn’t mind having her around all the time, the longer he sat on your couch and contemplated it the more he realized he wouldn't mind having the both of you around all the time. Was this some sort of emotional sign to ask you to stay with him? He’d give that more thought at a later date.  “Kugo are you listening?” “Of course I am.” He was not. You don’t seem perturbed though, chuckling and then sighing fondly, “I’m gonna go shower then call it a night, I miss you two though.”  Kugo looks down at the cat on his lap and he nods, “we miss you too. I’ll be up for a bit longer so call or text me if you need anything.”  “You shouldn’t stay up so late Kugo it’s bad for you-”  “I know, I know, I’ll turn over a new leaf when you get back.”  “Sure you will.” You snort, “I love you Kugo.”  “I love you too, I’ll see you soon.”  You wanted to see Kugo first thing when you got back but you were so exhausted that you can’t help sulking to your own place, things had gone well enough but all the commotion and travel really drained you. You were sure it wasn’t anything spending some time or even a night with Kugo couldn’t fix though. When you shoulder your door open though there’s Kugo, sitting on your couch.  “Kugo, you’re here?” He’s holding some papers in one hand, the other is holding Luna’s back, keeping her against his chest.  “I was just checking in on her but every time I tried to leave she started..making a weird noise.”  “Weird like how?” You chuckle, suddenly feeling much better.  “Sort of like screaming. But cat-like. I sat down and she clawed her way up here, then fell asleep and almost fell off, but I caught her and she hasn’t moved since.”  “And... how long ago was that?”  “What time is it?” “Half-past 6.”  “2 hours ago. I didn’t want to wake her.”  “Kugo.” You laugh and sit beside him, “you’re so sweet.” You wrap both of your arms around one of his and lean into his shoulder, “I missed you so much.”  “I missed you too.” Kugo sets the papers down on the pile by the arm of the couch, “It's sort of embarrassing but I even stayed here a few nights because of it. I can’t remember the last time I went even 2 days without seeing you.” He appreciates the way you seem to melt into him at that.  “That’s not embarrassing it’s sweet, you’re so cute Kugo...” You lean up and kiss him, “such a big softie aren’t you?”  A soft hum is his reply as you pull away, “was she any trouble? Be honest.” “I was worried at first that I’d screw it up somehow but it went fine.” He confesses as he lifts the cat off his chest and she’s sleepy and limp in his big hand, purring contentedly.  “She was acting up the 2nd day but I think she was just confused about not seeing you. Then she got used to me and was alright.”  “That’s cute..” You yawn and clamber onto his lap, “god all that traveling tired me out...you’ve been stuck here for 2 hours but I might have to trap you a little longer to take a catnap of my own. I think Luna’s onto something...” You nestle into his shoulder, grateful to feel his arms come around you.  “Don’t worry about me.” He hums as Luna curls up in the sliver of space between your bodies, “I just want to finish reading over some things. Then I'll bring you both to bed.”  “You’ll stay tonight?” You yawn again and he hums, you can tell he’s smiling even though you can’t see him. “Would you like me to?”  You nod into his shoulder, “yeah, I would...”  “Alright then I will. Now go to sleep, you need it.” 

[footballfanfictions]

The thrill of the chase - Chapter Three

Pairings: Mason Mount/OC, Ben Chilwell/OC

Authors Note: Apologies again for how long this has taken to write, life has been absolutely manic the last couple of weeks. As always, I hope you enjoy this and feedback is gratefully received.

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 He’s pinning me down against the bed, leaning over me. His hands are everywhere, touching and caressing me wherever he can reach and his mouth is on my neck, sucking a patch of skin to mark me.

My hands are in his hair and I’m tugging at it to get him to look at me, so that I can connect our mouths again, but when I pull his face to mine, it isn’t Ben anymore. It’s Rory.

I wake up from the fantasy in a cold sweat, my bed sheet stuck to my slick back and my pyjama top crumpled. I put my head into my hands and sob quietly. I’m not crying because I’ve had some sex dream about a footballer that snogged me. I’m crying because once again, I*’m thinking about my ex boyfriend and it’s becoming obsessive.

I sit up in bed and find myself checking his social media. His facebook has him check in to some fancy hotel in the Cotswolds with his girlfriend. They had met not long after we broke up. In fact, the gap between us breaking up and them supposedly meeting was so slim that it made me wonder if he had been talking to her before we called it quits. I had no proof of that of course, but that didn’t make me feel any better about any of it. I imagined the two of them sharing a bed together in their hotel room, enjoying the comfort of sleeping next to someone. It had been so long that I barely remembered what that felt like. 

I almost texted Bri, she would have been happy to talk even if I woke her, but I wasn’t quite ready to share what I had been thinking about recently. It would be hypocritical of Bri to judge me for thinking about Rory when all she went on about at the moment was making her ex jealous. That made me think of Billy and how much he liked her. I had this awful feeling that if he did ask Bri out that she would use it as an opportunity and not give him a fair chance. Billy did not deserve to be used like that. 

I ran my fingers through my damp hair and collected it into a ponytail, tying it with the band that I had kept around my wrist since letting my hair down before bed. I had this weird habit that whenever I was feeling stressed, needed to really concentrate on something or make a decision, I would always tie my hair up. Rory had always thought it was nuts. I had noticed from their instagram pictures that his girlfriend never really wore her hair up. I always called her that, his girlfriend because giving her a name would make her feel real, and maybe there was a part of me that didn’t want her to be real and still clung onto the idea that we were just on a break, exploring our careers and travelling only to come back together again, get married and have three kids and a dog. 

My parents had tried really hard to hide their devastation when I told them about the break up, telling me that there were plenty more fish in the sea and that the timing just wasn’t right for me to meet someone. They had then of course both reminisced about their university partners which had led to a row when my dad spoke about his university girlfriend Mandy a little bit too fondly. 

I stared down at my phone, deciding that I needed a distraction, and the best distraction was work. I logged out of my own instagram account and clicked on the first saved profile in my list. It was the player that I had been posting for the other day before Billy had his accident. I checked his recent posts and likes and nothing seemed to be out of place, except perhaps for the fact that it was around 3am and he was getting regular messages, the name Sam appearing on my screen once again.  By this point in my maddened, ex-stalking state I will admit that I was curious. I clicked the icon that took me to his inbox and began to read. 

They were conversing about his impending separation from his wife and about how they couldn’t wait to be together. I felt like throwing up in my mouth that one of the players that I worked with would behave like that, although I hadn’t really met this player in particular. His name was Jorginho and he was known as somewhat of a joker.  I kept out of his way for that very reason, not being a big fan of practical jokes and pranks.

I was about to close his inbox when another message came in.

What do we do about Ben?

I blinked and re-read the message several times. Ben? 

What on earth could Ben have to do with Jorginho cheating on his wife and leaving her for this woman, I wondered.

I clicked on her profile then and scrolled back through her pictures. She was a stunning brunette and her posts were mainly bikini pictures with the odd paid promotion thrown in here and there. I scrolled until a picture stopped me dead in my tracks. It was a picture of her with Ben, both smiling into the camera, their arms around each other and a caption that read ‘my everything’.

There were a few more pictures of them together and it was very evident that she had once been Ben’s girlfriend. At first I felt a bit numb, then I felt a pang of jealousy, and then I felt angry that she was conducting an affair with one of his team mates right under his nose and probably planning on lying to him about it.

I didn’t know what to do with this information.

He never has to know. I’m spending one more season here then my contract expires and we can go anywhere. 

I read his response, that confirmed what I feared. They were going to sneak around and hide this from Ben, probably until the divorce was finalised and then they would disappear off to another country and Ben would be left to read about it in the press. Unless i did something about it. 

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I had a meeting with Marina this morning. She commented that I seemed really distracted and I commented that I needed content other than Mason Mount to post onto social media. Marina had laughed and said that he was increasing our social media engagement and that we had new fans and shirt sales as a result of his appeal. I muttered something rude under my breath about what I thought about his appeal.

Marina and I had a really good working relationship and could banter with each other whilst still acting professionally and having a great deal of respect.

We had decided that I could capture my own content for our social media whenever I liked and would be provided with equipment such as a camera to enable me to. I had agreed to this to get me out of just posting Mason, but it did mean extra work for me, doubling up on the job of the club photographer and that I would need to spend more time outside on the pitches with the players, something I wasn’t sure I particularly fancied doing.

I hadn’t spoken to Ben since he kissed me, and now I felt even worse about it because I had been thinking about Rory, and had discovered that his ex and his team mate were sleeping together.

It was only the first of September, but I had started thinking about content for Halloween and maybe even thanks giving as we now had an American player at the club. 

I was just messing around with different shades of orange in photoshop when there was a knock on my office door. 

I got up from my desk slowly, silently praying that it wouldn’t be Ben because I couldn’t face him without blurting out the secret. 

Instead I had the displeasure of opening the door to find Mason Mount stood there.

“What do you want?” I sighed. 

“God you are sunshine and rainbows this morning. You look like you haven’t slept.” he said grinning. He was trying to make me laugh by jokingly insulting me and then cupped my face with his hands and started to stroke beneath my eyes with his thumbs. I was about to ask him what the bloody hell he was doing when he said “just smoothing out the wrinkles”. 

I shook him off and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Sorry.” he mumbled. 

I let him in then rather than the two of us just standing in the door way. He walked over to my desk and perched on the end exactly like Ben had done before he had kissed me. Except surely Mason wasn’t going to do that.

“What can I help you with?” I asked, trying my best to be polite to him. He had tried after all to make me laugh. It wasn’t his fault that I was so worried about everyone and everything else going on around here.

“I have a bit of a problem. My girlfriend is in this girl band and they are doing a music video next week that she wants me to be in so that they can get more views. The thing is, I’m not sure it really fits with my brand.” he explained, looking down at his shoes and the carpet, his eyes darting back up to me every few seconds while I considered a response. 

“Well footballers have been in music videos before without it affecting any of their sponsorship or brand deals.” I responded, thinking about the music video Fernando Torres had been in for a spanish band years ago. 

“Maybe it’s not my image i’m necessarily worried about. I feel a bit used but don’t know how to tell her.” as he spoke he looked vulnerable for the first time and the cheekiness was all gone. 

“So if I’m getting this right, they’re a band kind of breaking through and you being in the video would get them a lot of views and might get them really famous. Don’t you want your girlfriend to be successful?” as I asked him, he looked thoughtful, and then sad.

“I don’t really want to be with someone that now only wants me because I’m famous, and wants to leech fame from me.” he shrugged. 

I remembered the rant I had at him about how privileged he was for being rich and famous at such a young age, but I now started to consider that it must come with some drawbacks like not knowing if the people closest to you actually like you for who you are or if they want to use you for fame and fortune. 

“Well if you like, if they ask us for permission I will say no and that i need you for one of our campaigns whenever it is scheduled for and that it’s non negotiable because the club pays your wages.” He grinned and hopped off the edge of the desk. 

He made to step towards me but I held out my hand to stop him.

“No need to thank me.” 

He nodded and proceeded to head towards my office door. I stopped him just before he grabbed the handle by saying “Can I give you some advice? I don’ think that you should be with someone like that either.”

Without turning back to me, he sighed and responded “I don’t think that you should be with someone like Ben Chilwell”.

Before I could say anything else in response he opened the door and left

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By lunchtime my brain was completely scrambled. I had busied myself with my idea for a thanksgiving tribute to Christian Pulisic the American player and planned special catering for the day to include a full turkey dinner in the canteen for him. That would of course give me the perfect opportunity for a post about how we are so thankful for him and want to make him feel at home. Marina would love it. 

I thought about hiding in my office until everyone returned to their jobs or their training and then going to the canteen, but I knew if I did that there would surely be no food left.

I was just loading my tray up with small items from the tapas menu when someone tapped me on the shoulder. Looking over it, I saw that it was Billy. His smile was 50-watt and could light up any room.

“Hey Billy, are you okay?” I asked him.

“Oh yes.” he nodded. “I’ve got a plan to ask ye friend out. Wanted to run it by you if you’re free?” 

I looked around and most of the tables were free so I agreed and said we could sit together and talk about it over lunch and that maybe Bri would join us if there wasn’t some kit emergency keeping her away. He smiled at that.

We sat down at a table by the window, a nice amount of sunshine came through it which warmed my back and the back of my neck nicely.

Billy went off immediately into explaining his plan to ask Bri out. He was going to have one of the lads accidentally rip his training shirt during the morning session so that he would have an excuse to go and see her.

“Hang on - tell me what day you’re planning this and I can distract her dad for a bit.” I interjected.

“Already got that covered sweetheart. He’s on a conference all of next week!” he grinned.

I looked puzzled and he laughed at the expression I was pulling. What kind of conference would a kit man need to go to? Were they brining out a new range or under armor or something like that?

“I know it sounds mad.” 

“It doesn’t just sound mad, it sounds like a good opportunity, go on.”I encouraged him.

He was going to fill one of the old unused offices with flowers and somehow convince Bri that she needed to follow him there so that he could ask her. It was so sweet and completely something that Bri would go for so I told him that his plan sounded brilliant and that I would help him in any way possible.

“I’m going to get her thinking about you in preparation you know.” I said, showing Billy a freshly edited picture of him on my phone screen that I was planning on posting that afternoon when I got back to my desk. “This beauty is going on all our social media pages. By the way, why did you never tell me that you used to model?”

He blushed bright scarlet when I brought up his modelling career and then we both descended into fits of laughter over it.

“You’re a really good friend, you know” he smiled. “If I can call you that.”

“Of course I’m your friend Billy.” I agreed.

“Well seeing as we are now best pals, do ye want to tell me what’s on your mind?” he asked.

I gulped, my mouth and throat suddenly feeling dry and uncomfortable. I couldn’t tell him what I had learnt about Jorginho, but maybe I could at least be honest about Rory.

“I had a really bad break up about a year ago and it’s still bothering me. Just you know, seeing other people happy and wondering what could have been.” I shrugged, trying to seem not fussed. I was bothered though and talking about it made the pain in my chest when I thought about him that little bit worse. I felt tears threatening to form.

Billy put his hand over mine and squeezed it.

“If you’re still following him or still friends on facebook, you need to delete him so that you can move on. Do you want me to do it for you?” he offered, holding his hand out to me for my phone.

Billy was right, I needed to let go of the part of me that still missed Rory, the part that felt jealous every time I saw what he was up to, and I could never get over that while it was accessible to me. 

I gave Billy my phone and told him Rory’s social media names even though he was the top person in all of my search history.

“Oh Katie, I’m sorry. It can’t have been nice to see him announce his engagement on here.” he said sympathetically.

It took a second for my brain and heart to catch up with each other and I felt sick to my stomach as I ask him to repeat himself.

I hadn’t heard him wrong and he showed me the post. I must have missed it by being so preoccupied with Ben’s situation. He had taken her to that fancy hotel in the Cotswolds to propose to her. Their grinning faces staring back at me from the picture didn’t feel like people I knew anymore.

“That’s that then. The end of that chapter of my life, officially.” I scraped my hair back and tied it up quickly.

“He’s gone from your virtual life too now.” Billy said, passing the phone back to me. 

“Thank you.” I said quietly. 

It’s hard to describe how you feel the second your hope for something shatters. The reality was that Rory was never going to realise that he had made a mistake and come back to me, because the reality was that we weren’t the same people we had been when we had first met at university and we had genuinely drifted apart. I could point the finger and blame him for possibly cheating, sure, but what good would that do me? Truth is we weren’t meant to be together and he hadn’t made a mistake. He had done the right thing to lead him to the person that he was supposed to be with. I just wished that I didn’t feel this way. I was sure that if I had moved on and met someone else my reaction would have been different. I might even have congratulated him. 

That evening I went home and cracked open a bottle of wine, and once I reached the bottom of it I cried myself to sleep.

[angelofbloodlust]

OMFG I JUST STUMBLED ACROSS YOUR BLOG AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH AHSHDJJDJ-

could I maybe.. get a really hotheaded and easily annoyed S/o with Poly! Billy and Stu, but they’re like really tiny and cute? Kinda like one of those angry small dogs that are just a ball of fluff

A/N: THIS REQUEST IS SO CUTE I LOVE IT! And thank you so much, it makes me so happy to hear people love my writing!! 🥺 and I hope you don’t mind I put a small murder twist at the end 😳 hope you enjoy!

Poly! Billy Loomis & Stu Macher w/ a Small, Hotheaded S/O:

Being honest, they immediately thought your anger was hilarious

Stu especially—

This man is literally 6’3”, you yelling at him was the equivalent of a puppy biting his shoe

He thinks it’s adorable, though! And if you let him, he’ll pick you up and cuddle you till you calm down, and he’ll carry you around everywhere you wanna go

Billy, though?

This man is equally hotheaded if not more, so if you challenge him he’ll refuse to back down at first

He definitely won’t yell at you, but he’ll urge you on a bit more by snickering at you or mentioning how silly you look trying to yell up at him

Definitely will pat your head and tell you how cute you are

Which only angers you more, and eventually he’ll start feeling bad and give into whatever you want. You’re his s/o after all, and he loves you!

Just save your fussing for Stu if you want your way faster—

If someone else mentions your height to you in a teasing way, though.. they’re going to be verbally attacked by all 3 of you, y’all aren’t a trio to be fucked with 🤠

Whenever it comes to you getting annoyed over little things, they literally cannot get enough of it

The furious look on your face when you can’t get a jar open is hilarious and completely adorable

you definitely get your cheeks squished a lot whenever you pout at either of them, sorry it’s the rules

If you’re irritated about something that isn’t related to Billy, he’ll gladly cup your face and kiss you till you feel all better. He wants to see that cute frown turn into an even cuter smile

They thrive on making you as happy as they can, though with two of your three members in the relationship being hotheads, it gets.. hard sometimes

There’s plenty of times where you and Billy will be mutually mad over something completely unnecessary and Stu is left to try and decipher what the hell is wrong with you two

Though you can all agree you two storm clouds are very lucky to have this ray of sunshine, as he always manages to cheer you two up somehow!

But not before teasing you two on how cute your red cheeks and furrowed brows are, ofc

And soon enough it once again, turns to Billy and Stu teasing you

You wonder why you deal with these two morons, but you can’t help but give in as they shift into smothering you with affection

They really do know how to tackle your bad moods, and you love them for that

If you’re having an especially bad day and Billy’s around to take notice first, he’ll make sure he takes you somewhere comfortable to ask you what’s the matter, and if you wanna angry vent to him, he’s all ears!

If you manage to get into a yelling rant, he’ll do nothing but encourage you to let your emotions out. It’s always helped him, so he loves to hear it from you

And if you decide to do the same with Stu, he fucking loves it

Stu will literally hype you up if you’re yelling about other people, just sayin’

You two yelling about how stupid your friends or any other annoying people in your life are while throwing random profanities makes his entire day, it’s so fun to him!

Once you’re done, they’ll make sure you’re not bottling anything else up, they want you to feel relaxed afterwards. After an especially heated rant, they’ll do a couple of your favorite things with you just to make sure all of the negativity is gone

Billy will literally offer the opportunity to murder up to you as a way to relieve anger, he’d love to see just how violent you can actually get

And if you do end up taking his offer?

suddenly your anger is way more sexier to him— man has no shame

He gets so excited if you ask him to let you do it again, he’s proud that his psychotic coping methods are rubbing off on you

Stu enjoys it as well, he’s happy to see you putting the anger to good use! You joining the two of them on killing sprees is one of his favorite things

You prove to them that your size has nothing to do with your capabilities, as your bite is just as big as your bark

They start to go a little easier on you about the whole you being tiny thing after that

[misterlords]

So, here’s me - again - giving my unasked opinion lol. Spoilers for TBL ahead!!

I’m grieving. Not for Liz particularly, this show has made her very hard to like for the past few seasons, which is a shame because of all the character potential they threw away. I’m grieving for Red who had also a huge character potential, who had so many opportunities to a redemption arc - a good one at that. I’m grieving for Ressler and Diego to be quite frank. The one person who got just as much shit as Liz (and Megan), was him. Tossed around and treated as the would-be for years. Would-be a main character, would-be a love interest, would-be relevant. Honestly I feel like I was promised so many things regarding him and never got to see it. I’m grieving for all the half written fanfics on my drafts for fuck sake! Lol

This show has been a disappointment for some time now and I wish (not really) it had disappointed me beyond what I guessed but really, no. It was pathetic and pointless but also I saw it coming miles away (I think we all did). As I said the thing that hurts the most is all the wasted potential. I’ve been with this show for six years now, six years waiting for Keenler, six years waiting for answers, waiting for Liz to get the fucking answers, waiting to see who Red was to her and blablablabla…

I still haven’t made up my mind if I’ll continue to watch the show, part of me wants to because I love Ressler so much, but I’m honestly not willing to go through all the shit the writers put us through.

A bit of a Ressler-related rant now: what in the actual FUCK??? Why did I have to watch my baby go through that shit AGAIN??? After Audrey, after the addiction oh my God I’m so mad I can’t even put it in words. He didn’t get to say goodbye, all he did was kneel over her dead body. Fuck you, Jons. Sincerely.

I’m still hoping a little though (after all that crap I know I’m an idiot) they wont make Ressler a fucking nanny. Fuck that. They better giving him a fucking decent arc, a great one. The arc he deserves and not make him some lap dog for Liz or Reddington at that.

That’s it. Thank you for coming to my TED talk. And to all my TBL fellow idiots (I’m just kidding guys we’re all in this together we’ve been played over and over but we’re survivors) I hope to see you again in new fandoms, with better prospects thank you very much and I mean, where are we decreeing The Blacklist ended? If I get a vote I’ll say season 3A lol (but then we wouldn’t have Keenler sex so I’m not sure).

[professorsnape394]

The Potions Master’s Apprentice

Chapter Ten: Breaking Boundaries

A/N: This is the tenth part to my fanfiction ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-16 can be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below if you wish to be added to my tag list.

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)

Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

Word Count: 3188

Warnings: mentions of male sex organ and sexual arousal. 

Credits to Gif Creator

After a long day of lessons all Aria Dumbledore wanted to do was rip off her uncomfortable heels and change into something she could relax in for the rest of the night. However working with Severus meant that her day did not end immediately after lessons like the other professors' did. With the amount of essays Snape gave out on the daily, it was a miracle he was able to mark them at all, with or without her. She understood now why he never slept, but what she couldn't wrap her head around was why he gave out so many essay in the first place.

At first Severus refused any help from Aria, insisting he didn't need an assistant, but gradually Aria managed to work her way into his routine and soon enough the pair were spending every night together in Snape's classroom, marking essays and making potions.

"Severus." Aria spoke up, as the teachers departed from the Great Hall after dinner, stopping Snape in his tracks. She let her hand rest lightly on his bicep for a second, allowing herself to fall in line as they returned to the dungeons together.

"Miss Dumbledore." He replied coldly, suppressing any thoughts that may have dared entered his mind when he felt her gentle touch on his arm.

"I was thinking... I know we usually spend the evening marking in the classroom, but its just so cold in there and dark too." Aria started. "And we have to squeeze around the desk, with all those papers- "

"What are you getting at Miss Dumbledore." He droned, looking over his shoulder at the woman.

"How about we switch it up for tonight, maybe do the marking in my quarters? Its warm, I have a fire, with couches we can sit at. And if that's not your thing then your welcome to sit at my desk, but I just can't spend another night breaking my back sitting hunched over one. My feet are killing me in these shoes and I'm sick of freezing to death." Aria continued to rant, waiting for Snape to stop her.

"You can stop trying to convince me. Though I may not appear it, I am not a completely unreasonable man, all you have to do is ask."

"Thank god." She groaned, as they turned the corner to the dungeons.

After collecting two large stacks of papers from the potions classroom, the professors made their way along the corridor to Aria's private quarters. Almost immediately after entering the room Aria kicked off her heels, and threw her cloak over the couch.

"Just make yourself at home, get comfortable. I need to go change."

Severus entered the room awkwardly, clutching onto his papers, not daring to touch anything except the air he occupied. For the first time in a long time he felt out of place at Hogwarts. Snape liked to be in control and the way he was able to do that was keeping to the places where he felt most comfortable and had power. As soon as he agreed to spend the evening in Aria's quarters he lost that power and the ability to feel like he had any superiority over the woman. Though he hated feeling out of place, he enjoyed the woman's company, despite the fact he pretended not to, and was willing to make a sacrifice or two in order to listen to her meaningless chatter.

The man slowly made his way around the room, gradually drifting towards her cluttered desk, dropping his papers amongst her own small stacks. Snape couldn't help but be drawn to an open letter Aria had left. His eyes scanned the letter, sickened by its mushy context, but he couldn't seem to pull his gaze away.

Severus was stunned to discover that Aria was in a relationship and yet had not mentioned it to anyone since her arrival. She seemed the type who would boast about the fact, telling everyone and anyone who would listen. It dawned on him that maybe she had mentioned it before, just not to him. After all, why would she? He didn't show any interest in her life, or share any information about himself with her. He had made it pretty clear that they weren't anything more than coworkers, so then why was he hurt by the fact she had not confided in him?

The thought quickly left his mind when the witch reentered the room, leaving him slightly dumbfounded. It was the first time he had witnessed her looking relaxed and casual opposed to the straight laced, well put together façade she put on around the students. Even before the start of term and on their trip to Hogsmeade she maintained an air of sophistication. Looking at her now she appeared as you would expect a 21 year old to appear. Her hair fell around her face in stunning natural beach waves, still a little messy from being held up in a bun all day. She had changed out of her painful heels and uncomfortable work clothes and now appeared in a pair of tight fitting exercise shorts paired with a large oversized t-shirt, that exposed her tanned shoulder and collarbone. Severus couldn't help but notice her lack of bra, but made a conscious effort to keep his gaze fixated on her face.

"What are you doing?" Aria laughed nervously, noticing her mentor standing awkwardly by her desk, staring at her a little too long.

"I was merely looking for a place to conduct my marking, but as the only work space in the room is full of meaningless clutter, then it seems I have no other choice than to move." He growled, over compensating for his earlier thoughts.

Aria went to object but decided it wasn't worth the hassle and simply grabbed her pile and took a seat next to Severus on the couch and got to working.

Seeing Aria in her natural form had Severus mesmerised. He had of course appreciated her attractiveness many times before, but now her beauty seemed more down to earth and natural. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Ever since she had come to his office and bandaged him up, his mind was swarming with thoughts of her once more. The way her fingers gently traced the patterns on his palm as she carefully tended to his wound. Every time he replayed the action in his head a wave of shivers ran up his spine, sending flutters straight to his stomach.

After marking a less than adequate amount of essays, Severus finally gave up trying. Out the corner of his eye he couldn't help but watch as Aria absentmindedly brushed one of her smooth bare legs against the other. His eyes continued to travel up her body, resting for second on a small section of her waist that had been left exposed from the way her top had shifted. Once again he couldn't help but notice the prominent outline of her bare breasts through the slightly transparent shirt. Snape felt his face flush with colour, and chose to swiftly move on. He became entranced as his gaze fell upon her face, watching her read intently, as she nibbled on the end of her quill, letting it bounce slightly between her teeth. Severus could not help his mind rush to a number of scenarios which he quickly dismissed.

Oblivious to the thoughts running through her colleagues mind, Aria continued marking the majority of her essays, before finally giving up.

"How about we take a little break." Aria suggested, throwing another essay on her 'done' pile.

"Very well." Severus agreed, not that he had been doing much anyway.

Aria took the opportunity to stretch her bones, turning her body to face Snape.

"you know, we spend a hell of a lot of time together, but all we ever do is work." Aria commented, standing up from where she had been sat on the couch.

"What are you getting at, Miss Dumbledore." Snape replied, turning his attention to a neglected book he found resting on her coffee table.

"I'm just saying that we're allowed to spend time together, without making it about work. Minerva and I often enjoy afternoon tea together, and I frequently visit Hagrid at his cabin for a chat, I don't see why we have to pretend to be marking essays just to be in each others company."

"I'm not pretending to do anything, Miss Dumbledore. The essays need to be marked, and whether you chose to help me or not, I will be spending my evenings doing the exact same thing either way."

Severus picked up a rogue book from her coffee table, dog-earing the page Aria had left the book lying open on and began to read from the beginning, curious to see what kind of literature she was interested in.

Meanwhile Aria had made her way through to her open plan kitchen and was currently rummaging through a number of cupboards but continued her conversation.

"We're the teachers Severus, the students will get the essays back when we say so, we do not have to rush to complete them as soon as they're handed back to us. Besides it would give the students a little more time in between essays to relax before they were immediately issued another." The clinking of glasses caught Severus' attention, so he too got up, meeting the woman in her kitchen.

"Have a drink." She offered, handing him a glass of deep red liquid, hoping to loosen up his inhibitions.

"I thought you didn't drink." Snape muttered, taking the drink from her.

"Like I said before, I don't drink often, or rather to excess. But if this is what it takes to get you to relax with me, then I'm willing to comprise." She winked, holding up her own glass to cheers the other professor.

"Despite the impression you may have gotten, Miss Dumbledore, I do not rely on alcohol to get through the day."

"I know that." Aria spoke, her tone becoming sadder. "I know that you were drinking a lot before the start of term because of me. I'm sorry I done that to you, I honestly did not think that the two of us having dinner together would be such a scandal. I was wrong, I know that now. But can't we just remain colleagues who enjoy each others company every once in a while." She hoped.

Severus took a deep intake of breath before taking a large gulp of wine.

"You were not the reason I turned to alcohol to drown my sorrows, Miss Dumbledore. Yes, I enjoy a glass of FireWhiskey or Nettle Wine once in a while, and occasionally I feel the need to indulge more than what is deemed appropriate. Usually it occurs in the summer and I have no one around me who cares. It only ever lasts a few days or so, a week at most, and after that I get back on track and its no longer a problem. It is true that your presence may have dug up some unfortunate memories of mine, but it was not your fault." Severus enunciated the last few words of his sentence, reassuring the woman not to blame herself for his small moment of weakness. The way her eyes sparkled in the light as they met his sent a wave of regret over him, wishing he had just accepted the wine and said nothing. An appreciated smile spread across his apprentice's face, thankful she had been reassured.

Professor Snape gulped down some more his of wine nervously, making his way back to the couch, Aria followed closely behind.

"So." He started, once again picking up the abandoned book, eager to change to subject. "I noticed your reading Pride and Prejudice, how are you finding it?"

"Oh." She smiled, biting her lip, slightly embarrassed. "It's one I'm currently reading." She said vaguely, bouncing down on the couch, sitting crossed legged.

"So your into muggle literature? I have read a few myself though I tend to stay away from the Brontes."

"It's Austen actually." She corrected, nodding towards the spine of the book, cradling her still relatively full glass of wine. "I have to admit, I'm a bit useless when it comes to reading. I love it so much, but I'm just too impatient, that's my problem." She laughed, getting frustrated with herself and running a hand through her tangled mass of hair.

Severus watched as she jumped from her seat, quickly collecting a few of the other novels she had left scattered around the place, all of which had been left balancing open mid-page. The woman returned with five or six books in her arms, all of which had been read half way through or almost to the very end, although none had been completely read through.

"I'm a bit of scatter brain, if I'm being completely honest. I've started all of these and every time I find a new book I completely disregard the one I was reading, too eager to start another, before finishing the first. Most of the time I forget where I've left them, so I couldn't finish them even if I wanted to. I swear Severus, If it wasn't for you keeping me on track with the students schedules, I'd go utterly mad and forget what I was supposed to be teaching." Aria let out a huge breath, dropping all of the books down in between her and Snape, before plopping herself down once more.

Snape suppressed the urge to laugh at the woman's dopiness, she was truly a character, but he secretly adored the absurdness she possessed. She kept it hidden so well in front of her grandfather and the students but often when they were alone she allowed her true personality to shine and that is when Severus felt his weakest with her. He could not possibly find a reason to be angry at her when she was feeling vulnerable enough to get comfortable around him.

The Potions Master took it upon himself to inspect each of the novels, before setting them aside, neatly piled high. He did, however, keep a hold of the original book, continuing from where he had left off.

Noticing the man getting engrossed in the book, Aria chose not to bother him with any more of her idle chatter and instead grabbed a notebook and quill from her bedroom and begun sketching. She was content with just being in each other's company and not working that she didn't mind that they were not talking. In fact, one of the things she loved most about their relationship was that they were able to sit in a comfortable silence without either of them feeling awkward.

After a few attempts of sketching objects around the room, she gave in trying and decided to focus on what she drew best. Not wanting to interrupt his train of thought by asking a meaningless question, such as if he would give her permission to draw him, Aria didn't see the big deal and went ahead with her sketch.

An hour or so passed and the couple were deep in their activities and not a word had been spoken since the last. By now Severus had removed his robes, the heat from the fire proving too much, though he still kept himself fully covered by the means of his overcoat. Aria, far too comfortable in her chambers, had now stretched out across the whole couch, her feet resting gently on the side of Severus' thigh, but he was yet to complain.

It wasn't until almost two hours into their activities that Severus thought too look at the clock. Time had gotten on, and usually the pair would have gone their separate ways by now, spending the rest of their nights alone. Strangely Professor Snape did not feel the urge to depart just yet and chose to stay a while longer. Aria had become absorbed in the sketch she was doing, and was not complaining he was still there. This was good enough for Severus. Looking up from her notepad every few seconds, but still utterly engaged in her drawing,  Aria had no idea what was currently going on in Snape's mind.

Once he had broke away from the book back to reality, Snape struggled to get himself to focus again. Instead his mind was preoccupied by how close he had let Aria get to him. He felt her wriggle her toes absentmindedly. It was almost as if she was beating out a tune against his leg, and he was very aware of every movement she made. Her feet had managed to make their way into his lap, and every small movement that brushed against his thigh, had Severus' heart beating faster.

The woman fidgeted relentlessly, her legs shifting in lap and her toes scrunching up against his inner thigh. Snape could not help the reaction his body was having as his assistant brushed against him, but the thoughts that entered his mind, only stimulated the problem he was having. Surely she must know what she was doing to him. The Professor kept his eyes on the page, though he took in none of the words. His face flushed pink, whether from the heat of the fire or his own imagination, he did not know. Snape allowed himself one look at the woman curious to see if her actions were deliberate. As he expected she was completely oblivious to the whole situation, simply sketching away, not a care in the world.

Looking at the woman only worsened the situation. He had tried to keep his thoughts at bay, in order to prevent his throbbing penis from doing what penis' do best. But seeing the young woman lay there in front of him, her body so close to his, rubbing against him. Severus could take it no longer. He felt himself growing, and he refused to endure the humiliation had she to notice, let alone the frustration that he would be able to do nothing about it.

Without warning Snape jumped from his position on the couch, grabbing his robes, and leaving the book where he sat. "It's late. I have to go." Was all he said bluntly, slamming the door as he practically flew from the room.

Aria Dumbledore had no words to say. She was less shocked by his sudden departure than the fact he had actually stayed with her all evening, spending some time together, in their own unique way. Abandoning her pad and quill, Aria slipped into bed, falling asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Severus on the other hand did not drift off so easily. He spent half the night damning himself for being so vulnerable and getting himself into that situation, and the other half dreaming of the possibilities that could have happened had he stayed. Though he knew nothing would have happened, even if he wanted it to. She was in a relationship and Snape was not one for physical affection. However, he allowed himself the small luxury of dreaming about her for one night.

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@lizlil

[appanako]

Hanako and Tsukasa (separately) with a restless, hyperactive s/o who can't stay still for long. They struggle to hold conversations because they can't stay focused on the other person's words, but they appreciate anyone who talks to them despite this. Whenever the lads hug/cuddle/kiss the s/o, they start fidgeting and trying to slip away after a few seconds because they constantly feel the need to move but will try to restrain these impulses if the lads seem like they need the affection.

I was nervous about writing for Tsukasa but ended up enjoying it a lot… too much, even. Anyways! Your comments when you reblog my posts might as well breathe life into me andjdn 💖 I’ll have you know that I see you, and I love you. Hope you enjoy these!

hanako & tsukasa | with a hyperactive s/o

word count: 1395 words

warnings: tsukasa none

Hanako:

This lovely boy ALWAYS has his s/o’s best interest in mind. He knows they struggle sometimes, and he understands!

His s/o would be bouncing from wall to wall one minute, and he’d be right next to them, laughing with them about whatever they’re ranting one minute—

Or he’ll be floating at a distance when his s/o is feeling down.

Because, however endearing he may find them when they lose focus for a second but snap back to attention, or when they are fiddling with Hakujoudai in a moment of absent-mindedness, he sees how sullen his s/o can get when people make bad comments about them! :(

Luckily for his s/o, he knows exactly how to make their mood skyrocket in a second flat!

Perks of dating a hyperactive s/o like that is that he can get them outta the dumps real easy.

He’s… not great at heart-to-hearts.

But he is great at f u n!

Boundaries are one snap of his fingers away!

Fair in a boundary? Park? He’s got it covered.

Let’s not even go that far— they can do just about anything IN the school! Play cards with the Mokke if they can sit still long enough to finish the game, mess around in the kitchen, you name it!

So he basically just distracts them lmfao.

But the method’s worked thus far so??? No moping, no problem, right?

It’s all smiles when they’re together!

Hanako, the wholesome apparition, adjusts to his s/o’s pace perfectly.

“And then I bought my doll at—”

Oh, his s/o twitched a little. Of course he’d notice— is he talking too slow? Is that what’s giving them trouble engaging?

“—ThisOneBoundaryFullOfSexyItemsAnd—!”

Yeah, talking faster won’t help, Hanako. Bonus points for effort, though! They did not comprehend a single word lol— got distracted, oops!

He tries 😫👊

Given that his s/o is somehow able to touch him he’d be all over them.

He loves his s/o and giving them affection! When he sees them, his first instinct is to cheer and glomp them with a “Yay!”

He’d cuddle the rest of his ghostly life if he could. But his s/o just. Won’t. Sit. Still.

When they start whining that they want to be let go, he will— reluctantly.

He lets them go with a slight pout and watches as they give in to the urge to just move.

He gets it, but also he just wants some cuddles you know? :(

His s/o notices how Hanako is the actual embodiment of (｡í _ ì｡) and they feel bad cuz!! They also wanna show him some love! It’s just not easy!

It’s not like they can just be a statue and kiss him forever… so maybe a quick, small peck will do?

Hanako is ALL about that! He loves those!

One teeny tiny peck and after a moment of processing it he lights up and gets a blush and it’s cute af.

You know the big, close-eyed smile? That’s the one he makes.

After the first time, it’s over for his s/o.

He doesn’t mean to embarrass them, but every time he sees them in the hallways? Peck. When they’re on lunch break? Peck. Trying to focus in class? Peck.

They quickly react and to the folks that don’t see supernaturals it looks like they’re just laughing and talking to themselves.

“What’s up with them this time? Geez”

Hanako may or may not give them quite the fright because no one talks of his s/o like that.

But that’s another thing! If they can’t focus on the lesson, Hanako might just swoop in and have them play hang-man or tic-tac-toe with him instead of taking notes. Perhaps it doesn’t help them in the long run, but it certainly provides the relief they need at the time when they’re feeling jittery and restless in class!

He totally gets Tsuchigomori to tutor them later anyway.

On particularly good days, or when his s/o is just super tired, he gets to cuddle the daylights out of them!

While he adores to see them jumping around and laughing and talking of their most recent hyper fixation…

Sometimes he just wants to hold them, man.

He feels so lucky and incredibly thankful to have the bundle of joy that is his s/o.

And he doesn’t have it in him to see how his s/o is just as thankful and whipped for him for giving them a chance :”)

Tsukasa:

With any other partner, the matter of concern would be whether or not they can keep up with his s/o.

But, guys, this is Tsukasa.

It’s his s/o that has to match pace with him asdfg.

Like, not just physically. Emotionally he is ALL over the place. One moment he’d be much too clingy and all to sweet—

And then? He’d be acting upon his sociopathic tendencies and about to cut open a helpless Mokke and “(N/N)-Chan! Don’t you want to know what they look like from the inside, too?”

Yeah. Kid’s a lot to handle, alright.

It’s awfully convenient, he guesses, that his s/o gets distracted to easily.

They wouldn’t be particularly fond of watching how the human skull would look like if the others limbs solidified in the orifices where eyeballs and nostrils would be otherwise.

Or something.

So if they were to run off, attempting to catch a rapidly drifting paper crane while he has his fun, then he didn’t have anything to do with it.

How opportune, though!

When his switch is flipped, on the other hand:

Indeed, all too sweet. As in, so sweet it gives you cavities. And diabetes. And like, chronic pain or anything along those lines.

May not seem like it but I love Tsukasa I swear.

He’ll squish his s/o since they’re so cute and if they squirm around, wanting to be let go, he’ll tighten his hold on them and flash them a dangerous smile because they’re wrong if they think they can rid themselves of him.

They just want to move around. It’s not that deep, rat.

But when they do manage to escape his grip then he’ll whine and whine like a child wanting his guardian’s attention.

Way to make his s/o feel guilty.

The smug bastard will love it when his s/o kisses him, but he’s more of the boa-constrictor-hugger than the kissing type, really.

He pulls at their heartstrings when he starts with the puppy dog eyes. How can they say no when he looks at them like that?

He’s too cute, it’s unbearable.

So he makes them make an effort to sit still while he plays with their fingers or hair despite how much they may struggle with it.

If someone so much as scoffs in the direction of his s/o, they’re g o n e.

Because of his work in the shadows, no one will bother his s/o (and they’ll be none the wiser the entire time!).

His love may be twisted and it might be wrong, but love is love and he’s not afraid to literally cut open anyone that dares hurt the object of his corrupt affections.

Were his s/o to feel down any day for whatever reason, he’d ask and pester them and the moment he’s given a clue on who the one responsible is, anyone that vaguely matches the given description is gone— no questions asked.

But he makes sure his s/o doesn’t know. He’d hate for them to look sad because of him!

When they look so pleasantly broken, he’s the one to pick them up and show them all sorts of wonders to take their mind off the things that made them sad.

He’s their hero, and he intends to uphold that image.

When they’re having trouble expressing themselves, Tsukasa will gladly throw random guesses of what they mean to say that often have nothing to do with the topic at hand but it’ll make them laugh so what does it matter?

When they’re getting a far away look to them in the middle of a conversation, he’ll just switch to something else— easy peasy.

They’re a bit of handful, but it takes one to know one, so he knows just what to do to engage with his s/o.

Mans is nothing if not devoted. If he loves his s/o, then they’ll get all of his attention. Always.

[spicyizuku]

—𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 | 𝙠.𝙨.

genre: fluff

pairing: sugawara kōshi x gn!reader

warnings: none

summary: your fiancé is one of the many that have to teach during a pandemic. It's caused him to overwork, so you try to get him to relax.

word count: 1.4k

The pandemic has been hard on him.

Every night he crawls into bed later and later, exhaustion visible in the tension of his body. It worries you, but Kōshis efforts with online learning will not be stopped by your concern.

Trying to teach elementary students through a screen is probably the hardest thing Sugawara has done in his adult life. Every week he tries methods to increase retention and every week he fails. Kids can't sit still for hours and it's unfair for a school to think they can- it frustrates him to no end. A few times a week you have to listen to your fiancé rant about how unsustainable this method of teaching is- he always gets red in the face when he thinks about his students that don't have access to functional internet. You help him as best as you can- figuring out ways to get his kids access to education, going on countless runs to drop off school supplies at every home- but you have a job too, so you can't put in as much time as you want to.

And the worst part is watching him tire himself out and succumb to irritation when he so dearly loves those kids. You thought maybe teachers would be able to have more breaks during quarantine, but you regularly find him working on lesson plans well past midnight.

The kitchen lights are dimmed as he sits at the island. Elementary Education textbooks and lesson plans litter the countertop. You cleaned the kitchen earlier so he didn't have to worry about the mess. You both had home offices, but Suga's favorite workspace has always been the kitchen. In the afternoon, He'll usually work on plans while you busy yourself by making mapo tofu.

Depending on the day the kitchen could be filled with laughter and conversation or comfortable silence. Its been more quiet, lately. It's hard for the two of you to be excited about life when you can't even go outside. Your weekly grocery shopping together has been replaced by delivery, movie dates cancelled, meetups with old friends rescheduled months out. You two had planned for a vacation, but that was easily forgotten about when cases suddenly went from dozens to thousands. Hell, even wedding planning was abandoned.

You watch him shuffle in his seat, busying yourself with getting him a glass of water.

Even when tired, he looks beautiful. His long eyelashes flutter as he tries to stay awake, his chin resting in the palm of his hand. He looks soft- contacts abandoned for large rimmed glasses. He's wearing a faded crewneck you got him a few years ago, sweatpants too big for him and mismatched wool socks. When he looks up from his laptop, greeting you with a tired smile, your heart lurches. Whether in sympathy or adoration, you don't know.

You make your way over to him, slippered feet shuffling quietly.

"You know what time it is, love?" You say softly, placing the glass of water down before leaning over him and pressing into his back. He whispers a small "thank you" and you hum. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and run a hand down his chest. Its nothing more than grounding, just present, a reminder to him that says hey, i'm here. He relaxes and leans back into your touch.

"Time for you to get some rest." He responds. It almost sounds like a command.

"Not without you."

His shoulders shake as he huffs in laughter. Something about it tells you that he already knew exactly what you were going to say.

"I've gotta get this done."

"It'll be there when you wake up."

You press your face to the crook of his neck, leaving a few soft pecks. His shoulders droop and he lets out a barely audible sigh. He doesn't want to lose to his exhaustion, but you're the only one in the room that knows him going to bed is nothing if not a win.

"I'll lose momentum." He turns his head slightly to acknowledge you.

"Never in my life have I seen you lose drive. Your energy is unparalleled."

"So you know that I can't give up now."

"You're not giving- Thats not what I meant and you know you're exhausted." Your reply sounds exasperated.

"Yes, beloved. But-"

"Kōshi."

He pauses. You run your hands down his arms as you continue.

"Don't mistake hard work with overworking. 'nd don't mistake taking a break with giving up. You gotta relax, baby."

He stays silent, still leaning into you. You take it as your cue to continue.

"How about we both lay down 'nd I help you relax, hm?"

Suga's eyebrows raise almost involuntarily. You let out a half-suppressed laugh.

"Not like that, you absolute horn dog. Just a back rub- in the morning I'll make you miso soup and you can go back to work. I just want you to rest. You've been so tense for so long, Kōshi- It's worrying me."

He pulls away, but your separation only lasts for a few seconds as he turns completely to face you. He brings his hand to your face, lightly running a thumb along your cheekbone.

"I don't want you to worry. I'll come to bed- just let me clean this all up, okay?" He almost sounds guilty.

You smile, "Don't, then you'll have to set everything back up in the morning. C'mon-"

You pull him out of his chair and the two of you quietly make your way to your bedroom. Kōshi all but collapses on the bed, burrowing his face into a pillow and groaning in relief. He grunts lightly as you climb into bed and on top of him, straddling his back as you lean over and press a kiss to the top of his head. He lifts off the pillow to rest his head on his arms, face turned enough to find you in his peripheral.

"Close your eyes, dearest." You say as you raise his shirt up slightly, just over his lower back. You run your hands up and down his back, he hums.

"And what if I want to see your pretty face? You're enchanting-" When he responds your face starts to heat up. It's crazy how he still knows what to say to get your heart racing.

"Sap-" Your response is quiet, and he does as he was told earlier.

Your hands slowly make their way up his back as he melts into the mattress. All that can be heard is the soft whiring of the ceiling fan and Kōshis sounds of contentment. You try to work through knots as gently as possible, but he groans in discomfort as you press your thumbs into his skin. His grunts quickly turn into sighs of relief when you finally work through tense muscle.

You get the opportunity to watch him slowly relax. His breath deepens slowly. When you work over his spine he struggles to hold in a whine.

"Y/n"

"Yes, baby?" You go back to running your hands up and down his back. He sighs as you press a kiss in between his shoulders.

"love you,, so so much-" He slurs, and you know you finally got him where you want him.

"I love you too, Koshi."

"Can't imagine life without you- y'make me so happy." His voice is barely above a whisper. Your heart swells in adoration. He's always been such a sweetheart- but its almost maximized when he's at his most relaxed. You're suddenly reminded of how lucky you are to have such an affectionate partner. A life partner.

"Please don't waste your talent."

"Hm?"

"By not becoming a masseuse- you're a god at this."

His comment makes you snort. "Go to sleep, love. We'll talk about my future in massage therapy in the morning."

"Over miso?"

"Over miso."

He gives you a small grin, his eyes still closed. You didn't know he could melt into the mattress any more- his breathing deepens and his facial features slowly relax. Before you know it, He's finally asleep.

You roll off of him as gently as possible before curling into his side, finally noticing your own exhaustion as you force your eyes to stay open. You pull a blanket over the two of you and sigh, listening to your fiancés soft breathing and letting it finally lull you to sleep.

The love you two shared over this night will not be forgotten.

Thanks for reading bestie ❤️ requests are open nd id appreciate feedback!! have a lovely day <3

[thebeautyoffandoms]

*cracks knuckles* Aight, I have a million thoughts about pandora hearts ALL THE TIME, so buckle up. The previous ask about Leo/Elliot vs Gil/Oz was 👌 but what I love about the two separate Servant/Master dynamics is how the characters are foils to each other. Like. It’s so good. When Oz and Gil met, Oz was in that phase of his life where he wanted to feel reliable and so he told Gil to lean on him—Gil, as we know, was Pretty Messed Up™ and didn’t want to think about anything, so he threw himself into his role as a servant. So, they had kind of an unhealthy yet balanced(?) master/servant relationship. Contrast that to when Elliot met Leo and it’s like day and night. Leo was completely content living as the top dog in his orphanage, getting the younger kiddos to behave, reading books, and playing the piano. Leo didn’t need anything—he didn’t even want to be looked at or really acknowledged. Then comes Elliot (bless his lovely face) barging in and getting in his face, wanting everyone to know who he is and why his family is respectable instead of shady. He is loud and proud (literally lmao). Instead of jumping at the opportunity to be the servant of the youngest Nightray son, Leo actually responds with “no way in hell” to his offer. It’s my absolute favorite thing. Everything about Elliot is something Leo has deliberately avoided up to that point in his life, yet he concedes because he finds Elliot interesting. Where Gil is blind to what his master does, Leo is absolutely enthralled by his master’s (often idiotic) choices and corrects him when he needs it. Gil doesn’t do this, not always out of fear of his master, but I think because he knows about Oz’s severely perfectionistic ideals and goals. So as to not deride his master or make him feel low, he instead chooses to suggest things in a loose manner. Anyway, I ain’t gonna apologize that this is way super long cuz I don’t really have anyone else who talks PH so lol. Your thoughts?

my thoughts? so so so many- ahem- anyway! i think you put it pretty perfectly- the fact that, to be honest, if i gave someone a description of Leo (especially before-Elliot Leo), then a description of Elliot, I'm not sure they'd exactly say "woah, they'd be great having to spend most of their time together!" honestly, they'd probably even fit into "rivals (from a shoujo manga more than a shounen i'd think)" category??

Elliot and Leo, in my opinion, are sort of like... perfect opposites? or maybe the whole "opposites attract" thing? or maybe even not since, like you said, Leo simply found Elliot (Nightray. Elliot Nightray, proudly wearing the Nightray name. Why? Leo probably didn't know-) entertaining (understandably so. I'm sure many did- our lovely, precious, cocky teenage boy barging into an orphanage, just to yell at the same kid every time- we love to see it, love to see it) and wanted to read from the library- plus, that "no way in hell" line is one of my favorites- Leo, an orphan, when compared to an rich boy aristocrat like Elliot, doesn't have much to be proud of but, my goodness, is Leo proud in his own way. Why would someone who preferred to keep to himself and his books most of the time, want to have anything to do with.. well- Elliot?? Taking care of a boy (a loud, frankly obnoxious at times, boy) who's perfectly capable of laying out his own clothes isn't exactly ideal, yk? But, the fact that he accepts, and considering the fact that Leo is indeed at least obligated to lay out Elliot's clothes makes me laugh.

ANYWAY, comparing our two best master/servant relationships, you're still exactly right. Gil looks up to Oz, and Oz treats him... like... a really annoying older brother may?? I'm not sure how else to put "bullies him, but like?? affectionately", since Leo definitely "bullies Elliot, but like?? affectionately" in a completely different way. Leo sees Elliot as a friend, despite being obligated to call him his master, the same way Elliot sees Leo as a friend. Looking at Oz and Gil you see "master/servant." (also like you said, in a borderline unhealthy way) Looking at Elliot and Leo you see "friend/friend." Sure, as time passes Gil (eventually) drops the "young master" from Oz's name, but you still get the master/servant vibes throughout it all- maybe less at the end, when they've both grown in different ways, it feels a bit more natural? But, it's been a while since I've read it, so I'm not sure if Gil ever really drops the "I look up to you, Oz." Leo, however, I'm not sure he looked up to Elliot even once- maybe admired him for a split second, but... as much as I love him, and as much as I personally admire Elliot, he makes some idiotic decisions. Having Leo correct him is all part of the fun tho- plus, it makes the scene after Elliot scolds(? maybe not the right word, but i'm too excited to rant about ph to care) Oz feel a bit different? When Leo tells him something along the lines of "I'll scold you when you deserve it" (that's definitely a good way off the mark, but I have it in my mind ahh)

It's also fun to think about everything that must have happened between Elliot and Leo that wasn't shown. They spent years together, after all- not every day could be summarized in those flashbacks or scenes. All the arguments we missed, and all of the fun times. Leo and Elliot aren't the most perfect together, since their personalities clash pretty hard- so I'm sure they both got sick of each other, but, sort of like siblings do, they still cared for the other. No matter how hard and long they argued, they were still friends- heck, the fact that they argue so much makes it feel even less like a master and his servant. Leo's got a sharp tongue and shorter-than-average temper, and Elliot has a short temper and sharper-than-average tongue. It's honestly funny- these boys give me so much joy, as I'm sure they did for each other. I'll also choose not to think of the hard times, thank you very much. Yk, the confusion, the guilt Leo must have felt, what was going on in their heads when things started to get weird- i.e., when Elliot said he composed the song that Leo claimed to have.

I'm sure there's so much more I could add to this, and maybe some I got scrambled, or maybe I missed your point entirely, BUT- long story short, I love both Elliot and Leo so very dearly, and their relationship has made me laugh and cry- and still can, even after I've finished the series-