#First love makes us stupid but like... They weren't even officially dating it was more an “it could go somewhere” type of situation.

[mrfoox]

I'm kinda glad I can keep my opinions to myself but man

[m00nsbaby]

Already over.

Main Steven Grant x F! reader. ( + Marc Spector x F! Reader)

Part 2. Sleepwalking.

Warnings & tags. ANGTS!! Cheating kinda but not really?, hurt, and all of thaaaat.

Word count. 3.4k

Summary.

We been talking for hours About how we shouldn't talk for hours on end. Kissing after a conversation About how we'd probably be better off as friends. Same time here next weekend Say, "We won't do this again" Make me fall where I stand Only like you can.

It had been a while since Steven and you had accepted your positions in Marc's life. Both of you were external parts of something larger, like small protrusions on a road that led nowhere.

You decided to understand it when you realized the burden Marc had to carry. Khonshu had taken hold of his psyche and shattered it as he pleased, although he was aware of his dissociative identity disorder, he had started to lose control a long time ago and this resulted in Steven finding out in the worst possible way. It was as if life itself had decided to break him in every possible way.

Hadn't he suffered enough already? Steven and you weren't going to take away the last thing he had.

The love of his life. Layla El-Faouly.

You envied her in different ways. Living a life of adventures with the man of your dreams sounded like something out of a book. She was a strong woman and the first in Marc's life, and therefore also in Steven's, but if there was something that broke your heart in half, it was knowing that she was happy with him.

It would be a lie to say that you weren't happy with Steven. He gave you all of himself and loved you in a way he never tried to hide. But for years now, you had been the one picking up the pieces of two broken people and putting them back together. And then, there was Layla, who didn't even know about the existence of her husband's alter ego, enjoying the best part.

The carefree part that stood above all the atrocities of daily life, simply having a nice date or the official title of his wife, with a ring and legal documents.

"Do you miss working at the museum?" Steven's fingers traced your waistline, occasionally pausing to press on the moles peeking beneath the fabric of your short shirt.

"You have no idea how much." You could never tell him how much you appreciated that he didn't lie to you. You knew he comforted Marc by telling him that life was perfect just the way it was.

You were face to face. You admired Steven's face in front of you.

Anyone would think that once the issue of his fake sleep disorder was cleared up, he would look less tired. Although there were still hundreds of nocturnal missions, and Khonshu destroyed the mercenary's body until an exhaustion beyond description, now Steven could sleep a few more hours, the ones where he used to force himself to read until the letters danced before him.

Nothing had changed at all. In fact, you could swear that the dark circles under his eyes were becoming more noticeable.

"I love you, Steven." You said suddenly, resting a hand on his cheek. His skin had always been so soft and delightfully warm.

You brought a smile to his face, the one that momentarily makes you forget that both of you feel that time is running out.

The one that makes you forget the slight resentment you have towards Marc.

"I love you…" He whispered before leaning forward, just enough to brush his lips against yours, a gentle touch as his hand rested on your waist, and his thumb traced circles on your bare skin.

He wasn't lying; Steven never lied.

You spent the rest of the afternoon kissing and chatting about what had happened during the week you couldn't see each other. You asked about Layla as you always did, he shrugged, and you wondered if he felt the same resentment towards her that you felt towards Marc.

"The idea of vegan hot wings is stupid," you laughed as you bit into the vegetable in your hand, the one that was trying to deceive you and pass for something else.

"The sauce tastes good!" Steven laughed with you, playfully pushing you with his shoulder. To hell with sitting face to face in restaurants; if your bodies weren't close enough, neither of you were comfortable.

"It's a fraud."

"It's delicious." Seeing you take another bite was enough to feel that he was right without you explicitly saying it.

"Do you want to come to my apartment later?" You sucked your thumb to clean the sauce from it. "Yesterday, I accidentally stumbled upon a garage sale and bought the dumbest movie I've ever seen, I got it for us. It's called Rubber, and it's about a homicidal car tire."

Under any other circumstances, Steven would have laughed with you, but he gave you that look that you already knew too well.

"I'm sorry, love." Suddenly, the fake wings didn't look so appetizing. "Marc is feeling better."

Ah. That.

That was the signal that he would be spending the night with Layla.

"That's fine." You nodded immediately, and you also felt disgusted with the food in your hand.

How much longer could you go on like this?

After a few seconds of silence, you cleared your throat. You had some time to come up with a change of conversation.

"What happened to your hand?" Your index finger touched Steven's injured knuckles.

"Marc didn't keep the suit on long enough; the larger wounds healed, but the rest didn't." He never lied, although this might be the exception. A minor injury to prevent a bigger one; he wouldn't ruin his life over a trivial matter.

You nodded slowly, planted a kiss on his shoulder, and continued with your attempt at a date, which was going perfectly until you remembered where you were standing.

The truth was that the night before, Steven had had a fight with Marc, one of those that hadn't happened since they threatened not to switch bodies back to each other.

"Are you two together, Steven?" He was about to explode, about to go crazy. This was the last thing he needed right now, adding more lies and involving more people. "I already told you, no!" Ever since you considered the possibility that Marc might find out, you had decided that if it was a panic situation, you would opt for the most efficient plan: Deny, deny, deny, deny. "Don't lie to me, not to me!" He never yelled; he was the calculating, quiet, and careful type, but even he had a breaking point, and if Steven was going to shout, then he would too. "Do you think I'm stupid, Steven?" It's funny because he hadn't had any doubts until a few weeks ago, so maybe he was a bit stupid, but he wouldn't say it out loud. "No, no, but…" "But?" "We're not together, Marc; she's my best friend." The second part was at least not a lie. He exhaled heavily and mentally thanked for being in front because dealing with anger, panic, and fear without having control over your body was a nightmare he had experienced before. Why did he ever buy so many mirrors? Marc's accusing gaze followed him around the apartment. "And you like her," Steven completed, another thing that wasn't a lie. "If I lose Layla because of you two, I swear I'll…" Adrenaline rushed through him; he lost control of his hand, which ended up against one of the mirrors, breaking it into a thousand pieces. "Marc!" The other didn't say anything, he watched from the reflection of some glass pieces as Steven's hand now bled, and tears filled his eyes. His body was used to large doses of pain, but emotionally, he wasn't used to seeing himself bleed or handling loud noises well. "We. Are. Not. Together." It was the last thing he said as he stretched his fingers and watched the blood flow between them. Marc was no longer in the reflection. He didn't want to object.

"Will I see you the day after tomorrow?" You could still see him tomorrow, but the idea of him coming to your place smelling of Layla's citrusy perfume always disgusted you. It was as if an extra day would be enough to erase any traces of her from his body.

"The day after tomorrow, without fail." Steven knew; he didn't question you. He placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you, Steven."

"I love you, sweetheart."

Receiving calls or visits at midnight was always terrifying, especially when you knew your partner was constantly at risk, and this time was no exception.

The strong knocks on the door woke you up, and knowing it could be no one else but him, you opened the door without hesitation. Clad only in Steven's shirt that barely covered your thighs, with messy hair and half-closed eyes because the hallway light bothered you in the darkness.

Marc's tearful eyes met yours, along with the strong aroma of whiskey that Steven had told you about before, the one that stung his nose.

"Are you okay?" It was the first thing you said as he analyzed you from head to toe. He hated you, hated that you looked so good in the middle of the night, and hated that he felt a sense of ownership just from seeing you in a shirt that was originally his.

He didn't answer, he walked straight into your apartment, and you could only step aside to let him pass.

The way he walked past the sofas to sit on the floor was frightening; you had spent time with Marc during bad moments, but you had never seen him like this. You didn't say anything, didn't press, you just walked behind him and sat down beside him on the cold floor.

Your mere presence was enough for his eyes to fill with tears again.

"I didn't know where to go," he whispered, breaking your heart into a thousand pieces with just a few words.

"Oh, Marc." You knelt beside him to have better access to his body, and within seconds, you had your arms wrapped around him, holding him close. "I'm here, calm down."

You didn't get more words from him for a while, just sobs and those annoying chest contractions you get when you try to breathe through crying. You could even feel the fabric of your shirt damp at the shoulder level from his tears.

"I'm scared." His voice was broken, trembling.

"I'm here." You repeated as you held him tighter.

He didn't have the strength to tell you. He was afraid of you. Afraid of the dreams where he saw himself with you, afraid of the way his heart raced the few times you crossed paths, afraid of losing Layla because of his feelings, and afraid of change.

He was terrified of the mere idea of his life changing completely again.

You played with his curls and stayed on your knees until they hurt, with him in your arms whimpering like a little kid.

"Let's go to bed, Marc." He didn't resist, and you led him by the hand.

Nor did he object when you helped him get rid of his clothes just so he could sleep a little better. He almost felt guilty about how comfortable he seemed to be in your bed.

You hugged him from behind, your two hands resting on his chest where you could feel the beating of his heart and the rise and fall of his breath. Your cheek enjoyed the warmth of his back.

When you woke up, there were no traces of Marc anymore.

"Meanwhile, Osiris' wife, Isis, searched tirelessly for his body and then…" The way you were looking at the ground while walking had caught Steven's attention for quite a while, but he didn't confirm his suspicions until he noticed you weren't participating in his narration as you always used to do. "Lovey?"

"Huh?"

"You seem distracted today."

"I'm sorry, I, it's just…" You cleared your throat while forcing a small smile on your face.

"Do you like it here?" He interrupted to finally point out an area in the park that seemed perfect for your plan. You immediately nodded with that fake smile, and both of you sat down carefully on the grass. You placed the book you had been carrying in one hand aside.

Steven handed you your ice cream and kept his own in the other hand.

"Can we talk?"

"Nothing good ever comes out of that, I've seen it in movies." Steven tried to joke, but hearing those words come out of your mouth made him sick to his stomach. Slowly, he rested his head on your lap.

Your hand, as if drawn by a magnet, went straight to his tousled curls. He closed his eyes and smiled; you had always compared that gesture to a puppy seeking more affection.

"We can't keep doing this to Marc, love." Your voice broke as you gave him those caresses he loved so much. "Nor to Layla, it's not fair to them."

Steven was looking at you again, with a terrified expression and a slight pout on his lips.

"And is it fair to us?" he snapped. Needless to say, both of you had long stopped paying attention to your sad ice creams; they were already melting into the grass.

"If Layla finds out, we'll ruin Marc's life." You tried to be the rational one between both of you, but with Steven's puppy eyes fixed on you, it was almost impossible to think clearly.

"And if we end… this, mine will be destroyed." Well, he had a point. "Please." His two hands went to your cheeks and pressed them gently, his forehead now resting against yours. "We can't. You can't." His lips claimed yours within seconds, and you could only respond as if life were slipping away.

Whom were you fooling? You were selfish enough to give in. After all, every night you created scenarios where Layla found out and left Marc, knowing that it would destroy him, but in your scenarios, you were there to comfort him, to prevent him from falling apart.

"I love you, Steven." You didn't get a response, but you didn't need to hear it; feeling the strength with which he held you was more than enough.

You were all he had, and he was all you had.

Life was better when you both pretended to have a life that wasn't yours. When you fantasized and made plans for a future you would both do anything to have.

"What do you think of that one?" You both looked like kids with your foreheads pressed against the glass that separated you from the kittens.

"They say the orange ones are crazy, lovey." The fact that Steven was just as interested as you in this fed your good mood entirely. "How about that one?"

"I like his or her fur." You pressed your index finger against the glass to try to get the attention of the kitty that was completely distracted playing with another.

"Love, love, love." He nudged you with his shoulder, making you laugh, so you looked at the opposite side, another part of the store.

You gasped.

"THAT ONE?" You had to cover your mouth when the tone of your voice caught the attention of other people in the place.

There was only one cat in the area reserved for senior cats. You knew it was harder for them to get adopted compared to the kittens, it was as if he was destined to be there.

"It's just a baby." You pouted slightly as you pulled Steven's hand, both walking straight towards the spot where the little cat was staring at you.

He was white, although half of his body was covered in black spots, reminiscent of a cow's fur. When you got closer, you noticed that the tip of one of his ears was missing.

Love at first sight.

"Hiya, mate." The guy next to you was as enchanted as you with the animal. "Uhm, what do you say?" He tilted his head towards the glass. The meow completed his performance. "Look how curious, he says he's looking for new parents."

You laughed, genuine happiness coursing through you. You didn't give Steven time to react before jumping into his arms; he lifted you a few inches off the ground in the middle of the hug.

You didn't care about drawing attention. In fact, having witnesses to your love made it feel more real, reminding you that it wasn't just a product of your imagination.

After he kissed your lips, you could feel the ground under your feet again. You couldn't stop smiling.

"Come on, let's fill out the form." Steven's heart was about to burst with love at any moment.

The instructions were clear: fill out the corresponding paperwork, a few days of socialization with the cat to make sure he felt comfortable with you, and by the following week, he would be yours.

"We'll come to see you, okay? And then we'll go home."

"See ya, buddy." Steven said his goodbye too. "Next week, you'll have the best home, the comfiest bed, and the best parents, I promise."

"What's wrong, Marc?" There was something scary about the idea of being alone with him without him being intoxicated or injured. You were taking off your scarf to leave it on a sofa while he watched you from his table, leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest.

It was impossible to read his expression because Marc always seemed tense.

"She knows."

Your heart sank in seconds, and you looked at him in surprise.

"Ah?"

"She knows," he repeated. You swallowed hard, and for a moment, you thought this was one of those silly dreams that sometimes distorted your reality.

"Knows what?"

"Please, don't treat me like I'm stupid." His tone of voice was enough to make you tremble. You immediately looked at the bathroom mirror.

Steven had told you that while one had control of the body, the other could be reflected in different surfaces, but of course, that only worked between them. No matter how much you looked, hoping that Steven would appear to save you, it didn't happen.

You didn't even know if he was aware of what Marc was doing.

"I don't…" Your voice died down slowly, and you refused to get closer to him. "What does she know?"

"About you." He took a step closer, and you felt immobilized. "She thinks you're my lover, like any sane person, she knows nothing about Steven."

You swallowed the lump in your throat as tears filled your eyes.

"You have to tell her, Marc, explain to her she…" He interrupted you in seconds; the way he raised his voice made you flinch.

"'She will understand?' Is that what you want to say?" He was getting closer, and you felt like he was taking your breath away. Why were you suddenly so afraid? "Yes, I'll tell her every damn thing that's wrong with me so that you can be happy."

Ouch.

"I-I'm saying it for you, Marc." Tears were already streaming down your face, and you mentally cursed yourself for the mere idea of showing so much weakness. "She has to know, it's best for you." And it was, of course, but you were resorting to your last resort to not lose Steven too.

And maybe, not lose Marc either.

"You don't know what's best for me, you have no idea." His sarcasm cut deep as he took the last step to confront you.

"Please, please, don't do this." You pleaded through sobs; your hands ended up on his cheeks. "Please." You pulled him closer to you.

He seemed to relax under your touch, at least for a few seconds. Your heart stopped when one of his hands rested on your waist.

"Don't make this harder, you're killing me." He was also begging, even as his forehead pressed against yours.

"We can get through this, Marc." You sniffed. "I promise, we can…"

A kiss. A desperate and painful kiss silenced your words; it was the only one Marc and you would share.

"Go," he whispered against your lips, still planting small kisses on them. "Please, I beg you, go."

And that was the final nail to seal the coffin between you both.

His hand made you take a step back, a very gentle push.

"I'm choosing her." He knew you better than he'd like, knowing that you wouldn't stop insisting unless he caused you permanent harm. Besides, how could he convince himself he wasn't in love with you if he didn't do this?

You looked at him incredulously, not believing his act, but there was nothing else you could do.

This time, you begged that Steven was present to hear everything that had transpired between you both because you wouldn't have the strength to end it after this. In fact, you didn't even know if you'd have the strength to live without him.

You didn't say anything more, you didn't look back at him, and he didn't change his mind. You left his apartment, leaving your scarf on his sofa as a final reminder of your presence in his life.

sorry, i got tired of happy endings

Part 2. Sleepwalking.

[signedkoko]

HII I have been reading your writing for a while now and I lOVE IT! I've been waiting to put in a req when they got open sooo! (Your writing always makes me hAPPYY when they come out) <33 Any chance of an Overlord!GN reader with Mammon / Striker? Just general romantic Headcannons- Like how it is to date them/everyday stuff with them (The reader is always serious (and tall 👀) and owns a big casino in pride (Maybe Mammon taking interest in it? idk))

Mammon | Striker [Romantic]

In which you are their overlord s/o that owns the largest casino in the pride ring. Reader is genderneutral.

The guy looks like a total clown next to you

And he is, but he loses any sense of danger when he's standing next to you, who happens to be just a few inches taller than him

Your cold sneer next to that goofy grin, like he knows he's totally lucked out having such a hottie for an s/o

To many in the greed ring, he was the greediest of all, but when they came up top to the sinners realm and met some of the overlords that roamed the lands, they started to realize that yeah, maybe Mammon wasn't so bad

While Mammon used to attract many fans, ever since you two became an item, they've stayed far, far away

At first, he hated it because it meant he couldn't scam some pathetic sinners

But you had the idea that he could come by your casino for official meet and greets; that way, people would pay the entrance fee for you and him for just fucking around in a casino all day

Mammon is actually kind of an airhead at times

He isn't stupid, but he isn't all there, especially when with you; he just turns his brain off and lets you do the thinking

You're better at it anyways

During extermination, you can't go down and be safe with him; he will often come up just to ensure your safety

Sure, you seem scarier, but that's only because he is in his smaller form

You two are a literal power couple; you could take over all of hell if you tried hard enough

Striker always preferred to stay away from the pride ring

Sinners were such a hassle, especially keeping up with the overlords and what they considered 'theirs'

In fact, he'd stay in wrath all the time if he could, but business always called for his presence in the upper ring

He isn't stupid enough to fall into the grip of an overlord-run casino, but more than one of his targets did

Your security caught him more than once sneaking angelic weapons into your casino

The third time it happened was enough, and you came forward yourself to speak to the man

He was charming and convincing, but you weren't one to let things slide so easily

You promised he could do whatever he liked with your occupants, given that he gets their casino dues in

And well, for how much he was paid, that wasn't too terrible a deal

The two of you ended up a bit more than intertwined, though, and the assassin managed to worm his way into your heart

And god, was it ever a sight

One of the oldest overlords that towered over anyone that came before them, with a face like a funeral, next to an imp

An imp no one really knew, either

At the end of the day, the only people who dared question you were other overlords, but they tended to leave their noses out of others business, respectfully or not

While you could defend yourself rather well, Striker is more than happy to handle anyone who dares try to touch you

Interrogations are useful, you know; that way, he can kill off the whole chain of command

He's very romantic and gentlemanly with you, even if you don't ask for such from him

Don't think your position of power will ever make him feel like he is the lesser; he will take good care of you no matter who you are

Author's Note - Thank you so much for requesting, I'm glad you got a chance! It was a nice break going back to some Helluva Boss characters (not that I hate writing hazbin, but it was a lot of requests).

[trentsixtysix]

Wasted Times

Summary: You'd never get used to the thought of Trent with someone new, taking matters into your own hands as you'd ensure no matter who he was with, he'd remain yours.

WARNINGS: Mentions of sex, Toxic Trent, Toxic Reader, insufferable reader.

Author's Note: Sorry I've not posted in a while; like my other fics this won't appeal to everyone, but it's short so I thought I'd clear it from my drafts x

Word Count: 3.7k

Angst

Trent's POV

This was the best day of his life.

It was day he got to make you his, put a ring on your finger, take his last name, he'd proudly show you off even more than he already did. He couldn't quite contain his excitement seeing just a slither of your gorgeous white gown whilst you walked down the aisle to him, but he'd been so patient all this time that he could manage a few more moments before he saw his bride properly face to face.

You were his soulmate after all, and he'd dreamt about this day all those years ago when you first made it official. No matter how many girls there were before you, there was no doubt in his mind you were the one for him.

Nerves took over his body as he anticipated your arrival, taking your hand in his as you finally met in front of everyone - hundreds of gasps and awes as they were just as delighted to see the happy couple marry on this day.

There was visibly a huge grin painted on his face as the Priest went over their vows, and it wasn't until he heard her name he froze, eyes widening as he looked up to see the woman in front of him.

She wasn't you.

She looked so innocent, joy plastered all over her as her big shiny eyes were lost in his. This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, the happiest day of his life too, yet regret suddenly seemed to cruelly creep up on him, and he found himself unable to escape the repeated thoughts of doubt filling his head.

He was faced with the harsh reality he was marrying someone else, he didn't have the courage to come clean about his infidelities to her, and stupidly said his vows and an 'I do' out of fear, out of complete disregard for the woman he actually loved who was stood with the rest of their families watching him make this stupid decision.

Even kissing his bride felt so illicit, and looking over to the hundreds of people in attendance he didn't fail to spot you first time; a beautiful rose adorning your loosely curled hair as you stood watching him in utter desperation, and how he wished you had opened your mouth and stopped the entire thing.

Y/n's Pov

He'd probably be upset with you for a little while, upset as you'd have made a fool of him in front of his family and friends. You knew Trent though, which meant you knew he would've gotten over it eventually, realising you were the love of his life and that he’d made the right decision in running away with you, but no.

He had married your sister instead, your blood sister and you could do nothing but watch in horror as he was now all hers.

Your eyes were glossy looking at the excitement they both shared, being able to get away with it as tears of joy, because it was your sister's wedding day and you were expected to be happy for her, but all you felt was pure heartbreak, shattered as you couldn't believe this had happened.

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You remember crying yourself to sleep that night. The beautiful destination you had arrived at for their wedding completely going to waste, completely unenjoyable as it had the dreadful event of your sister's wedding tied to it instead.

It was no one's fault but your own, why you even chose to stay involved with Trent even after he broke your heart the first time you didn't know. The real betrayal came when your sister brought him home a year later, and no one batted an eye at the entire thing.

'You only dated him a little while.' They excused, defending her when it came to their new relationship.

'You're young, you weren't even in love.' Your mum told you, and soon they became the couple everyone admired, that everyone loved and you were the idiot who still had feelings for him.

You felt as though you were going mad every time he'd stare at you, whenever you'd lock eyes too long or when you felt he'd go through unnecessary lengths just to be in the same room as you. Soon enough you found out that the feelings were reciprocated of course, and he even told you that he still loves you.

You made love with him that night, it was the start of your despicable affair. It just felt so right in the moment to have him beneath you, all whilst your sister was in the next room sleeping, how disgusting could you be?

You didn't get much sleep that night, sobbing gently to avoid speculation from the thin walls as you couldn't believe you had done that. Yet every time you tried to feel sorry for her, you couldn't. She was the same woman who snatched your love from you, your big sister who you grew up with having no regard for your feelings - you felt nothing for her but hate.

'Please don't do it.' You remember begging him. It was the night before they were due to marry and you were both there alone as he consoled you, telling you how sorry he was and how it was too late now.

It didn't matter how much you begged or pleaded, he'd made his decision the second he made her his girlfriend instead of you, and years of this affair still hadn't brung him to man up and make you his again, to leave her and be happy with you.

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This specific night you were visiting your sister with your parents, which meant visiting Trent.

It had become pretty routine for the two of you to meet this way now. And it was probably alarming for your parents at how eager you were to visit all the time, assuming you and your sister had made amends with your strained relationship.

They didn't know the real reason was to see him, and as selfish and greedy as it was, you didn't even care. Nothing mattered when he was with you, your moral compass simply didn't exist.

After a hectic night of playing nice and a dinner that didn't seem to end, here you were; tucked into the bed of his guest bedroom as the rest of your family were downstairs watching a movie even in the early hours of the morning, and you needed to be excused desperately to get away from them.

You knew Trent and H/n had also arrived for bed when you heard their laughter from the other room, crushing you as you put the volume of your laptop even higher, the sitcom you'd rewatched dozens of times playing at full volume to drown them out as you had to stop yourself from being sick.

Time had passed and all was quiet, your family had even gone up for bed now as you lay there completely awake. You'd turned your computer off and attempted to go to sleep begging your brain to shut off, having no luck unfortunately and resorting to Netflix again as you flicked through a few more episodes hoping your eyes would get tired soon.

You were brought out of your daze by the sound of the door creaking, looking up to see him right there, peeking his head around to see if you were asleep yet or not.

You couldn't help but smile as you ushered for him to come inside, and he sank down next to you in bed before kissing your cheek - crazy how one simple gesture from him had fixed your entire night for you, now you couldn't stop your cheeks turning red from shyness.

'I missed you.' He said, focused on your eyes as he waited for a response

'I missed you too.' You told him, welcoming him to nuzzle his head into your neck as he began to watch your show with you.

You looked over at him discreetly as you sat in silence for a little while, so in awe of how peaceful he looked.

You envied that she got to have him like that, that she had him all of the time when you were subjected to secretive meet ups in hotels or once in a while when your family visited. What hurt the most was how ungrateful your sister was, how she didn't even regard him in the slightest and how much he did for her. You wouldn't let him forget how thankful you were for him if you were her, you'd actually show him love back.

'Is she asleep?' You asked, leading him to look up at you and nod as you were wondering what invited him into your room at this time.

'How come you're not asleep yet?' He asked.

‘Can’t sleep.' You revealed, distracted by your phone as you placed it down after checking it to talk to him.

'How come?' He pushed, trying to get a look at your screen as you shrugged.

You both knew the real reason; you could never sleep at their home knowing the two of them were in the room next door. It was so peculiar and upset you too much - causing your brain to stay awake and make you overthink more than you already did.

'It's okay, I'm here now.' He reminded you, kissing your lips this time.

He leaned in wanting more, suddenly pushing your laptop away as he invited you to straddle him, kissing your neck hungrily before you backed away, turning your head from him.

'What's wrong?' He inquired, taking his hand to gently take ahold of your jaw and avert your focus back to him.

'Did you fuck her just now?' You bluntly asked, making him sigh in exhaustion.

'Not this again.'

'Answer my question, did you sleep with her before you came into the room?' You repeated, stronger this time as repulsion took over your feelings.

'Why do you always have to do this?' He groaned, making you push him off in annoyance as you reclaimed the bed. You already knew the answer, you were disgusted by the noises which had you awake in this insomniac fit in the first place.

'You're making an issue out of nothing Y/n.' He reprimanded, with this argument always confusing him, you both knew they were married.

'I'm going to bed can you go now?' You plainly asked, reaching for your phone to quickly send a text before you reopened your laptop.

'No.' He defended.

'Just get out.'

'Get out? You're the guest, this is my house.' He reminded you, his tone angering you further as he bent his neck the best as he could to see your phone screen.

'Trent I'm trying to sleep, please.'

'And I'm going to sleep next to you.' He fought, placing himself next to you as he kissed your neck again, and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t fight back a smile.

'Go to your room, save yourself the hassle of running back to her in the morning.' You joked, whilst he invited you to sit on his lap again, taking a piece of your hair and putting it behind your ear.

'See I knew you weren't really mad at me. Just like to argue don't you?' He teased, making you blush as you both knew it was true.

'I love you.' He said.

'I know.' You replied, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in for a hug.

'I wish we could do this every night.' He said, holding you extra tightly.

'Me too.'

'I'm being serious Y/n.'

'I'm sure you are.' You giggled.

'I'll leave her.' He claimed, catching you off guard, forcing yourself to chuckle to erase the seriousness he had created.

'What's funny?' He asked, seeming serious.

'Don't make promises you can't keep T.' You advised, making him furrow his brows as he seemed upset now.

'Oh I see now.' He started, gesturing for you to get off of him.

'What's the matter?' You asked, placing your hand on his face, concerned now as the playful atmosphere had been erased.

'It's you who doesn't want it, that's always been the issue.' He claimed, leaving you wordless as you didn't say a word to prove him wrong.

'You're not even denying it.' He scoffed, shaking his head.

'It's not that, I just don't want to run around trying to pursue you like these other girls.' You tried to explain.

'You think you're better than these other girls? You're trying to pursue me knowing I'm married to your sister.' He spat, making you back away from him in realisation he was angry and most likely going to hurt your feelings.

You couldn't quite make out what he said after that, finding yourself too occupied with your phone again, you were playing his game back at him.

'Why do you keep looking at your phone?' He asked, leaning over before you placed it face down.

'Oh it's nothing.' You said, trying to calm him down, trying not to laugh in his face.

'Show it to me.'

'No.' You defensively said, both of you were being extra childish right now, just one of the many reasons you didn't work out years ago.

'Y/n give me the phone.' He demanded, snatching it from your hands as he studied the messages before him.

You couldn't help but smirk as you noticed his expression turn sourer, nothing gave you a high more than seeing him this jealous and worked up over you.

'Who the fuck is this?' He questioned, holding the phone out of your reach as you fought for it back, eventually giving up as you knew you couldn't fight him for it.

'A friend.' You coyly revealed.

'And friends send you pictures of their dick do they?' He scoffed, looking at you hatefully.

'I asked him for it.' You smirked, aware you were pushing it now.

'Then you’re a slut.' He retorted, clutching the device as he got up to leave.

'And you're not? Sleeping with your wife's little sister?' You challenged, preventing him from leaving as you got in his face.

'Don't talk to me like that Y/n.'

'Give me my phone.' You fought, trying to get it back from him.

'Has he fucked you?' He asked, and you could've sworn the vein you didn't even know was that prominent on his head was going to pop out any minute now, debating saying anything further.

'In every corner of my apartment.' You shrugged, grinning as that took him over the edge, and a loud bang startled you as you realised he threw your phone at the wall, smashing it to pieces.

'Well done.' You laughed, you had to in order to keep your cool with him, interrupted as the sound of footsteps in the hallway scared you both into silence.

‘Trent? You’ve been in there ages come back to bed.’ Mumbled your sister, knocking on the bathroom door next to yours as she assumed he was in there.

‘I’ll be out in a minute don’t worry.’ Trent called, disguising his voice as the pair of you waited for her to leave and for him to make his great escape. You were sure if she was in a conscious state the two of you would be found out about immediately, grateful of her tired nature.

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After the lack of sleep and events from last night you were understandably the last person awake.

You took your time with your shower as you came downstairs to spot everyone gathered at the dinner table, tucking in to breakfast as they couldn't help but watch you join them.

'So lazy you are, you should go to bed earlier.' Your mum nagged, glaring at you fill your breakfast plate up with things on the table.

There was nowhere for you to sit but the empty seat opposite Trent, and soon after you snuck in and got eating, everyone found themselves too involved in their own conversations again to notice you.

Everyone but him however, his gaze wouldn't leave yours, and your sister had definitely took note of this as the glass she held in her hands was just waiting to smash from how her grip got tighter upon seeing you. You weren’t sure how she didn’t catch on more last night, and Trent was still mad at you too - you couldn't help but try and cheer him up in a way he used to love for you to do, the circumstances were different now but the outcome was all the same.

You had to be cautious as you reached for his leg under the table with your foot. No one suspected a thing, all too busy as you slowly went higher, and higher until you reached that spot.

It was difficult to hold back your laughter as you saw him trying to keep his cool, but could feel him from under your soles hardening, guaranteed to piss him off when you abruptly stopped and ignored him for the rest of the meal even when he wanted more, sneaking away finally back to your guest bedroom as you prepared to leave today.

As you got your bags ready you looked up to spot his figure in the door. His arms were folded as he looked you up and down, and the look on his face showed you that he was not pleased with you in the slightest.

You couldn't help but drop your things and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you crept on your tip toes to kiss him.

'Kiss me back.' You giggled, finding humour in how serious he was being.

'Hey I'm sorry.' You added, trying to get him to speak.

'You can't even smile a little bit?' You joked, taking it upon yourself to play with his cheeks in a bid for a small smirk to appear.

'How can I make it up to you T?' You smirked, biting your lip with only one thing on your mind as he began to soften up slightly.

'See I knew that would work.' You giggled, taking his hand and guiding him to sit on the bed, where you then slowly sat on his thigh to straddle him.

'Where's your sister, she home?' He asked, kissing your neck.

'She’s out.' You hummed, eyes closing in satisfaction.

'Why? You want her instead?' You bantered, making him laugh too as he knew you were trying to rile him up again.

'No, just my girl.' He complimented, kissing you.

'Oh now I'm your girl?'

'You've always been my girl.'

'It's a shame you're not my man, I'm spoiled for choice.' You teased.

'Shh.' He whispered, putting a finger over your mouth to stop you from saying more and provoking his jealousy.

'Can't even message him because someone smashed my phone, I have to settle for you now.' You chuckled, watching as he became angrier.

'I'm warning you Y/n not another word.' He sighed, encouraging you to take your top off.

'Im sorry-.' You started, disturbed by the sound of the door as you both turned at once to see who was there.

It all happened too fast. It was pretty much unavoidable. The sound it made when her hand hit your cheek echoed throughout the house as this was the moment it all came crumbling down, the moment you both would finally have to come clean.

'You know, I had a hunch. Mum told me I sounded crazy.' She snapped, as you rushed to put your shirt back on.

'Get out of my house. And don't come back I mean it.' She demanded.

'It's about time you figured it out.' You pettily said, you couldn’t help the urge to get the last word in as you obliged and quietly reached for your remaining bags, taking your car keys and heading to walk out the door.

You could hear her and Trent arguing from behind you, with most of it being him begging her for forgiveness, going on about how he’s sorry - even now after she knew he still couldn't bring himself to claim you, how naive could you be to think he could man up and leave her?

'Why did you do that?' Shouted Trent, following you as you put your bags in the boot of your car.

'Do what?'

'Stop messing with me. You knew she was home.' He claimed, confronting you.

'Thought you'd get the balls to leave her..I was wrong.' You admitted, slamming the trunk as you walked round to put the keys in the ignition.

'You're so selfish you know that?' He told you, and you knew he was right, it was terrible how you couldn't tolerate happiness for your own sister.

'No one forced you to marry her, you made this mess all by yourself.'

'I know, but I love you Y/n.' He panted, waiting for a response.

'I know you do. But I also know you’re not the one for me, no matter how hard I've tried to convince myself you are.' You admitted, shaking your head.

'What?'

'Just leave me Trent.' You pleaded, shutting the door as you backed up the car, leaving as you noticed the rest of your family watching from a distance.

Your relationship was never the same with any of them, you hadn't spoke since you drove away as they understandably took her side.

From what you knew the two of them were still together, it wasn't in your sister's nature to stand up for herself, so no wonder she took him back.

You're yet to find the love of your life, knowing now it's not Trent. He didn't feel the same, messaging you countless times asking you to come back, promising you he'll actually leave her for you this time. You didn't know how to express that you didn't want him any clearer.

They were all right about you, you are selfish. You didn't want Trent from the beginning, you broke up for a reason. Your mum was correct when she told you it wasn't ever love.. you were in love with the idea of him and most importantly consumed by the idea of getting your sister back.

You were never able to fathom how someone you were so close to could swoop in and take him from you, pestering you the most how your family were never on your side about anything.

Maybe the affair was simply a ruse to destroy her and feed your ego after he’d damaged it.

[noirvette]

WE NEVER EXISTED

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The feeling of love often weighs heavy on Kenny’s mind. For him, love is a commitment, a two way street. Being there for someone is what Kenneth McCormick believes is a part of being in love. A sparks fly moment whenever he looks at someone. Kenny knows he’s in love, he’s never felt anything stronger than this before, and he cherishes every moment he can when the moment is available. 

Ever since you had left, Kenny had felt a numbness that took a hold of him, like he was missing a giant piece of him ever since you had gone. At first he maintained constant contact with you; frequent texts, calls, even updates about what he was doing just so he felt a sense of normalcy, like if you were still around. In Kenny’s love-stricken mind, you were still with him, despite the thousands of miles that separated the two of you, he had felt connected to you through his phone screen.

At some point mid-way through the mini tours you were out doing, Kenny had rekindled some past friendships from highschool that he never thought he’d rekindle. Kevin Stoley and Red McArthur. Of course, he didn’t purposely go off to meet them, Butters had brought them along one day and he just was rocking with it but, he couldn’t help but admit that knowing other people that the friends he constantly hung out with was nice, it was refreshing..it was new.

Kenny liked new, he was always wanting to experience the latest thing or try the latest thing. Kenny..liked new things, new experiences, new relationships.

Kevin was someone he hung out with randomly a few times as a kid, stupid live action role playing games and overall childish fun often had the two meet up. Red was almost entirely new. He never interacted with her that much aside from maybe a few random classes, however he knew of her. He also knew that the two of them dated off and on growing up, eventually ending it for good sophomore year of high school. It was almost like another Wendy and Stan situation, however Wendy and Stan eventually became stable while these two just broke it off.

He was surprised to see the two of them together that day, ever since their official break up (which he remembers Bebe once mentioning that it was a messy one), they’ve never been seen together in the same room.

Kevin was easy to talk to, a little nerdy but he was overall fun and refreshing. He had new outlooks on life, he was like a breath of fresh air for Kenny and he appreciated that heavily. Kenny was so used to his friends and how they acted that he almost forgot that well other people are casually out and about and aren’t chaotic, messy, assholes.

Red was sweet, a bit shy and a bit awkward to connect to, but he was appreciative of her nonetheless. She even helped with his one sided puzzlement on how to connect with you while you guys were on temporary long distance. She was something new to Kenny, a whole new friendship for him to have. Kenny was a joyous, get along easily with kind of guy and new friendships tended to be common for him, but they were more often than not fickle, and he was excited for a more permanent sort of new relationship.

So when Kevin had been gone for a work related matter, and wasn’t able to hang out with, Kenny had found himself drawing closer to Red. Butters normally was with the two of them just tagging along but eventually Kenny found himself just hanging out with Red one on one.

Kenny didn’t often make mistakes either, he was the type of guy that when he did, he’d realize what he did and he’d own up to it. He HATED, seriously hated when people avoided the truth, he believes it just builds up karma for the person to experience later. It was one of his biggest pet peeves when people just weren't honest.

So when he made the biggest mistake of his life, a few several times, he didn’t open up about it. He did exactly the opposite and now he has no idea how to let you know when you come back from New York. In the back of his mind he knew he shouldn’t get angry at you or take out his feelings against you by ignoring you, you were doing nothing wrong, in fact you HAD done nothing wrong. You were still his girlfriend, his oblivious girlfriend who was currently on the other side of the country having probably the time of her life and here he was, stupid naive Kenny McCormick currently having the worst time of his life.

In the back of his mind, a small nagging part of him told him that he didn’t mind the sneaking around, the loving behind closed doors and curtains, the hushed whispers and giggles. In the back of his mind, he knew why too.

The idea of love often weighs heavy on Kenny’s mind. For him, love is a commitment, a two way street. Being there for someone is what Kenneth McCormick believes is a part of being in love. A sparks fly moment whenever he looks at someone. Kenny knows he’s in love, he’s never felt anything stronger than this before, and he cherishes every moment he can when the moment is available.

And Kenneth McCormick, stupid Kenneth McCormick, knows he’s in love with the idea of you

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hi i just recently got into arcane and i absolutely love it VI IS SO FINE AHHH so imma make a request about her!!

So im thinking Vi x fem!reader, after Vi gets out of prison she visits her long lost girlfriend (long lost? idk if thats the right wording but they havent seen each other cause vi was in prison 🤷🏾) who thought Vi was killed so theres a lot of tears and its angsty and they hug and catch up with each other and its overall really cutesy!!

RAIN CHECK

Pairing: Vi x reader

Pronouns used: none

Gendered terms: none

Genre: angst+fluff

// mentions of injury/blood

"I think we're gonna have to take a rain check on our date." A young Violet mumbled into your hair. She sat beside you while her hand rested on your opposite shoulder. You chuckled, burying your head deeper into the crook of her neck.

"We just ran halfway through the Undercity from enforcers, and that's your priority?" A smirk bloomed on her face as she proudly proclaimed that you'll always be her "number 1 priority."

"Shush, you sap." You knew Vi wouldn't listen on her own, so you made sure of it by gently kissing her lips. That kiss was followed by many, many more pecks, your shared giggling heard between every single one of them.

A small smile grew on your face as you reminisced on the bittersweet memory of your first and only love yet. You continued to fill Ran's glass with an alcoholic drink, sliding it across the counter to them once filled.

After Vi's arrest, you picked up a job at The Last Drop. Although you didn't exactly enjoy working for Silco, it was one of the best positions to hold in the Undercity. You also got to stay close to Jinx as a bonus.

As the end of your shift approached, you alerted Theorem you'd be in the back, packing your stuff.

You quietly made your way back home, walking through some of the more subdued streets of Zaun. However, this time they weren't as peaceful as usual. You groaned when you heard the familiar grunts and bangs from street fights, annoyed that even the silent streets you lived in were being disturbed by brawlers.

While preparing yourself for what was probably the disturbing image of two drunks hassling each other that you'd witness once you turned the corner.

"Where are they? Where's he keeping them?"

You froze, immediately identifying the voice as familiar but not recognizing whose it was.

You laid your hand and head against the concrete wall, listening in on their conversation.

"Keeping them? They work for him."

This voice you immediately realized who belonged to, Sevika. She came by The Last Drop daily.

Shocked and intrigued, you finally peeked around the corner to see whoever was brave enough to fight Sevika.

A woman sat on top of Sevika, back facing you. You were more than surprised to witness what seemed to be Sevika's first losing battle.

Still unable to identify this strange woman, you listened intently to their chat.

"Jinx is like his daughter." The brute spoke in just above a whisper. It seemed that the more context you got, the less sense everything made.

You winced when Sevika used her metal arm to stab the woman, shoving her aside to stand over her. "I'll give her your regards." she drew her steel arm back, preparing to officially end the fight, along with her opponent's life.

Boom

A loud gunshot rings through the air, catching you completely off-guard, almost causing you to stumble backward. You were so focused on uncovering who this mystery lady was that you didn't notice the woman aiming a gun straight at Sevika

The brute begrudgingly fled between some narrow alleyways, small splotches of shimmer following in her path.

Now you could get a proper look at the woman who had captivated so much of your attention.

You almost choke, instantly realizing why that stupid, stupid voice intrigued you so much.

She was alive? Where has she been all this time? How long ago did she come back? Who was the lady with her? Wait, is that an enforcer?

So caught up in your own head, you didn't notice you began walking towards her. An unreadable expression on your face while you approached Vi.

“Stop, what do you want?”

The taller woman, who shot at Sevika earlier, was now holding the same gun in your direction.

Her stern voice snapped you out of your trance, making you scoff when you saw the gold accents on her riffle, her shiny and well-kept boots. 'A Topsider' you thought, the only person who could see you as a threat in this situation.

But before you could give her a snappy retort, Violet had her arms wrapped around you. Although it was evident she was struggling to even stand, it didn't stop her from holding your frame tight enough to nearly cut blood circulation.

"God, I missed you." She whispered into your hair, voice soft and shaky.

You must've dreamed about this moment dozens of times in the past seven years, imagining what you'd say to her, telling her how much you missed her, how worried you've been.

But even after almost a decade of fantasizing about this, all you could muster up was a sob as your hands latched onto the back of her hoodie, twisting the fabric between your knuckles.

This only encouraged her to hold you tighter, "I'm so sorry I was gone, I w-wanted to come back, but I got arrested and-" Her rambling was cut short by a fit of coughs rupturing from her chest. She pushed back slightly so as not to cough on you. That's when you noticed the blood on your torso, which seeped from Vi's wound onto your clothes.

"Jesus, Vi." deciding to temporarily put your reunion aside, you swung Violet's arm over your shoulders, placing your hand around her waist to help carry her. The woman she was with doing the same, whatever impression she might've had of you before disappearing.

“Where’s the nearest hospital?”

“Those aren’t so easy to come across here.”

“Easy, easy.”

You laid Vi against the walls of her old home. Caitlyn, you understood her name was, stood outside, giving you both privacy.

"I missed you." Violet mumbled, grabbing your wrists gently.

That was your breaking point, the tenderness in her hold, how careful she always was with you. It was like a strong tide breaking down your dam.

A sob wracked through your body as you laid your head against her shoulder, the many emotions that you've been avoiding flooded your senses at once.

"I thought you were dead, you asshole!"

"Y-you can't just disappear and come back like it's nothing!"

Vi didn't say anything, patiently listening to you pour your heart out, rubbing your back as you continued to cry. Tears gathered in her own eyes as she listened to your cries.

Once your borderline wails had turned into quiet sniffles, she placed her hand on top of your head, kissing it repeatedly.

Now practically sitting on her lap, you tilted your head up, observing her features. Although her face had matured, her cheeks were less round, her jawline more defined, she was still as beautiful as ever.

The way she was staring at you made your longing to kiss her harder and harder to ignore. And as much as you wanted to indulge your impulse, you couldn't help but question if it was right. Hell, it'd been seven years, were you even still dating? Just because you didn't move on didn't mean she couldn't.

Your doubts were quickly swept away when Vi leaned downed, stopping right before your lips, letting you pull away if you wanted to.

Smiling slightly, you closed the gap between you two. Violet sighed into the kiss, moving her hands to hold the back of your neck while you cupped her face.

A love-sick smile plastered on her face when you rested your foreheads against one another.

"So, how does tomorrow sound for our date?"

(I'm working though my requests! I have a few old ones so I appreciate the patience❤)

[worriedvision]

hello i just recently discovered u & luv ur work🫰 so i have an alhaitham angsty request: alhaitham confesses his feelings for u but u sorta turn him down cz of insecurity/low self esteem issues

Hehehe time to hurt nerdy buff man. Gender neutral reader, reader basically keeps talking to him despite him voicing a disinterest in friendship. Angst obviously

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"There are plenty of seats over there." Alhaitham tuts, you sitting and doing your work across from him. "...Fine." He admits defeat, knowing you wouldn't go easily.

You learned his likes and dislikes, cooking him meals when you could (after all, the best way to a man is through his stomach right?), even taking him out for dates. At first you thought he understood this was a date, something romantic, but he made it clear he still didn't seem to like you very much.

However, Alhaitham was slowly growing to like you. He spent more time with you, going along with this as friends until you were closer and he understood fully whether you liked him in the way he started to like you. He was used to people liking him for his body, only to grow to hate his personality, so when you seemed to like him for the nerd he was he decided to humour the idea of a relationship with you.

Unfortunately, you had started to gain more harassment from people too cowardly to approach Alhaitham regarding their interest in him. They were persistent with their comments - Alhaitham was definitely using you for food, or maybe he was just too 'nice' to tell you you weren't his type. You try to tell them you like him, and you were hoping to make things official soon, but they respond to that by talking down to you when it comes to your appearance and intelligence.

You believed them, your already low self-esteem only dropping by the word. After a few days of this, you stop trying to go after Alhaitham. You honestly thought that he didn't like you, that you were simply a joke. Perhaps a bet? You no longer thought you had a chance with him, and you knew continuing like before would only hurt you more.

When you didn't show up, Alhaitham knocked on your door with some flowers. You open the door, your heart sinking as you think this is another sick joke that someone's pulled on you.

Alhaitham holds out the flowers, along with a simple confession.

"I think I love you." He states blandly, yet the warmth was present in his eyes. If your self esteem hadn't been lowered, you would assume this was genuine.

But your self-esteem was chipped at.

"This isn't funny." You croak out, Alhaitham furrowing his brows as he puts his foot between the door to stop you from slamming it on him.

"And I am not joking." Alhaitham states. "These are for you."

"You're so cruel." You cough out, him tilting his head confused at your words. "You must have known my feelings, and I know I was only allowed near you because I kept trying to get on your good side."

"That isn't objectively truthful. There is no evidence that backs th-" Alhaitham replies, you kicking his foot away from the door and slamming it.

--

The walk home was embarrassing. Holding the flowers, he enters his house before seeing Kaveh open his mouth to tease him for taking the flowers back after making things official. Alhaitham must have looked dead inside with how Kaveh kept silent.

"Thanks for the flowers." Alhaitham states, chucking them onto the nearest table. "I think they must have been approached by some people regarding the relationship."

"Is there anything I can do-"

"No." Alhaitham responds, looking at Kaveh. "It's my problem, I have to deal with it."

"But I could-"

"No."

"I-you...You know I could talk to them about this whole-"

"Don't bother." Alhaitham coldly states, returning to his usual speech. "If they cannot realise the malice in peoples words, they were too stupid."

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Jason Todd x gn! Reader - Like him a lot

A/n: I think I've officially decided that all these fics are linked so far, and I've decided that you met Jason as red hood first in this timeline, so that will probably be what the next fic for him will be about!

Request: I loved your fic with Jason! Can you do one with them in the beginning of their relationship where they are both so awkward

Warnings: Swearing, awkwardness, some anxious thoughts, second hand embarrassment omg (it's so bad,) cringy asf, I think that's it? You have been warned!

The three P's:

[Pronouns used: You/you] [Pov: 2nd person] [Pairings: (romantic!) Jason x reader]

"No mom, it's just a couple of dates I-" You sigh as your mother blabbers on and on over the phone about how you and Jason are destined to be together and everything else in between.

"Mom I don't know if he wants to be in a relationship right now, but just to appease your undying curiosity." You said "curiosity" with air quotes even if she couldn't see them. "I do like him." You go quiet for a second and your voice turns soft. "I like him a lot."

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jason coming through as he turned his head to find you and as his eyes landed on your figure he waved at you. Though he clearly looked happy to see you and his happiness just seemed infectious.

You liked Jason, you liked him a lot more than you should for someone you didn't know two months ago. You didn't want to screw this up, you really didn't.

"I have to go mom he's here! Love you, bye." You quickly hang up excitement clear in your voice. (But also so she couldn't go on one of her rants.)

Although Jason doesn't come over right away but he doesn't look away from you and you two are kinda just in some weird smiling contest.

Gesturing your hands to motion him over to you he blinks a couple of times before scurrying over to you, neck a little red.

"Sorry I just didn't know-"

You cut his gruff embarrassed response off with a giggle and a shake of your head.

"It's fine I probably wasn't helping."

The coffee date goes pretty well as you two talk about some books, and this new tv show that came out not to long ago. At some point you guys had decided to ditch the coffee place and start heading out as it was getting dark. While you walked the long (really it was the biggest detour ever) to get to your apartment complex you looked down at his hand.

You felt those stupid butterflies in your stomach and you fidgeted with your own hands. Why were you so nervous about holding hands, why did he make you feel like everything you did was incredible? But what if he thought holding hands was for someone who was in a relationship? What if your hands were sweaty and he thought that was weird?

Yet that feeling of being on cloud nine wouldn't leave you, and you wanted to hold his hand despite the nervousness to do so. So without thinking further on it you just jumped right in.

Like an idiot.

You grabbed his hand like you were a frat boy snatching a can of beer, plus you didn't know where to put your fingers. It was a nightmare.

But Jason judge you or give you a strange look, instead he laughed and brought your other hand in his and spun you around.

Eventually you got to your apartment, hands held, and now you were standing at the door of it, just staring at each other trying to figure out what to do now.

You go to open your mouth but a person comes from behind you knocking you forward right into his arms.

"Oh, my god!" You gasped, and quickly backed away from Jason. "I am so sorry!"

The person swiftly leaves to try an avoid whatever the hell was happening between you and Jason. You almost wanted to cry at the prick to take you with them because of all the embarrassment flowing through your veins.

"Not your fault, that person was just being a dick." He shrugs his shoulders, not even blaming you for not paying attention to your surroundings.

You weren't sure if it was possible to like a person so much when you haven't even known them for half a year! But Jason's leather jackets, cool guy persona, while being the biggest softie you had ever met had won you over. You knew you were in complete and utter infatuation with this man.

"I was going to ask you if you wanted to come in." You whispered gazing at him with almost wide eyes. "But I know you're busy and you'll have to leave soon."

Jason presses his lips together before nodding sadly and letting his head fall open to the sky.

"Can I kiss you?" He mumbles nearly offhandedly and his eyes widen immediately after he asked you indicating that he really hadn't meant to say that.

"Not that you have to or anything!" He chuckles nervously. "Obviously! And this is only a date-"

You shut him up with your lips and yes it's pretty fucking awkward at first because you did just launch yourself at him. Yet you two get the hang of it and suddenly it's the best thing you've ever experienced and you want more.

Somehow you ended up making out with Jason Todd in front of your apartment complex without thinking about who could just walk by and see.

When you pull away your body is right up against his and you hands were cupping his cheeks to deepen the kiss and his on your waist.

He gazes at you through half-lidded eyes and in that moment you don't care if anyone could see you, you wanted to kiss him again.

So you did, you kissed him again, and again, and again, although it probably looked like you were a pair of horny teenagers to any passerby you didn't care. You loved that he brought out that part of you that didn't need others opinion's on things when they aren't needed for.

When you pull away for real this time your foreheads are touching as you both try and catch your breaths.

"I have to go." He mutters.

You sigh and take a step back. "I know, see you..." You trail off having no idea when you'll see him next.

"Tomorrow, same time if that works for you?"

You grin as you nod and slowly open the door to your apartment.

"See you Jay!"

When you close the door you can't help but lay your head back on it and laugh in joy.

Ya, you like him a lot.

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[vilandel]

Not A Rival

Summary Surprising her boyfriend at Headquarters seemed like a good idea, but little did Vanessa know that 1. three captains were going to find out she was dating Nozel Silva and 2. that they weren't the only secret couple...

A/N Wrote this two years ago, one of my first oneshots for Black Clover... So, it was way before the famous Lucius plot twist, which is why Julius makes an appearance here

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“Nozel, stop, it tickles.”

“I highly doubt that this is the reason why you always laugh when I kiss you there. And… may I doubt as well that you really want me to stop?”

Gosh, that sounded hot. Vanessa swooned a little. Well, more than a little. He was right, she didn’t want him to stop. Nozel just let a smug smile appear on his lips before he lied them back on her neck. She couldn’t help but to giggle again.

Well, it was true, it didn’t really tickle. Maybe a little, but that wasn’t the reason why Vanessa laughed. She was just happy. Happy to be in Nozels arms. Happy to see him again after three days. Just happy.

It wasn’t easy to be in a secret relationship with a royal. Even more with a Head of House, who happened to be also the captain of the Silver Eagles. Not to mention that a relationship between a prince and a witch wouldn’t be well received within royal and noble circles. That was one of the reasons why Nozel and Vanessa kept their relationship a secret for now.

One day, they will make it official and be out in the open. Face those rules and all those stupid things that were expected from royals. Vanessa might be a tiny bit sorry for all those nobles with daughters they would have loved to see engaged to the Head of House Silva. That she could understand, Nozel Silva was a catch. But at the same time, Vanessa wasn’t sorry at all. It would be arranged marriages, no place for love. Nozels heart was hers and her own was his. She refused to give that up.

But right now, Vanessa didn’t want to think about nobility and those stupid, complex circles full of bigotry. Nozel was far more important to her and his lips way more enjoyable. They made their way across her jaw before finding her lips. Nozel didn’t waste any moment, kissing her deeply. Vanessa put her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. Heavens, she missed his kisses so much!

“You should relax more often, honey. It does you good”, she giggled as they parted.

Nozel simply tucked some of her pink curls behind her ear, a soft smile on his lips. Vanessa sighed happily. She could swoon for that smile. They were together for a few months now. Getting used to see those genuine expressions on his face, usually hidden behind his cold mask, had been surprisingly easy.

“It is very easy to relax, when you’re with me.”

They kissed again, much softer, but still passionate. Vanessa was decided to savour any moments, to not miss one single second.

Three days without seeing each other, that was long. Vanessa had been on a mission at the border to the Diamond Kingdom, but most of the time, Zora, Gordon and herself had been more preoccupied to stop Luck to destroy anything. And when they came back, she just had learned that not only there was a captains meeting, but that all nine of them plus the Wizard King had been called for a meeting with King Augustus, because… well, the reason was most certainly something stupid and forgettable.

This had frustrated Vanessa quiet a lot. She hadn’t seen Nozel for three days and even worse, she didn’t have the chance to really say goodbye.

But then, a chance appeared. Noelle wanted to go to the capital to meet up with her sister, so Vanessa jumped on the occasion to accompany her.

Noelles bond with Nozel had become better and stronger, her relationship with Nebra was also on the way for betterment. Noelle was taking one sibling at the time to mend those broken bonds. After some awkward meetings, the relationship between the Silva sisters became slowly better, today Noelle and Nebra were on good terms.

Vanessa left Noelle with her sister at some noble but nice café, pretexting to go shopping at the Black Market. Nebra had made a confused face and Noelle began to explain while her squadmate let them be. But of course, instead of going shopping, Vanessa went headfirst to the Magic Knight Headquarters, determined to finally see Nozel again.

She just came right when the first meeting was over and when the captains had a bit time before the second one with the King. Surprising her boyfriend of a captain right when he was alone in a hallway, Vanessa dragged him into an empty room, where they fully enjoyed their reunion.

“Don’t you have a meeting with the king coming soon?”, Vanessa asked innocently as they parted from another kiss.

“That’s not of importance”, Nozel answered quietly, before rubbing his nose against hers.

But just as they were about to kiss again, the door to the room opened suddenly.

“Wha-… Oh, my! Oh my!”

Nozel and Vanessa turned abruptly towards the intruder, who was none other than Dorothy Unsworth, captain of the Coral Peacocks, very much awake, for once.

The other witch looked very surprised, but had still the biggest smile on her face.

Vanessa saw Nozel turning beet red and she suspected to be a bit flushed herself. Until now, only the Wizard King and Nero knew about their relationship; as well as Gordon, but he learned it by accident. Which had been enough for now, both weren’t ready yet to go out of secrecy.

Although, with captain Dorothy here, their secret was at risk to be no longer one.

“Oh well, that is unexpected. But how cute are you two! I mean, I suspected you to have a lover, Nozel, but I’ll never would have thought this person is a fellow witch! Congratulations! Aww, did I mention that you’re both cute together?”

“Yes, you did.” Nozels voice was calm and he straightened himself, like a proper royal. But he was still blushing a lot and he didn’t let go of Vanessa.

“How… did you had suspicions?”, the Black Bull witch asked. She didn’t know what else to ask.

“Oh, it’s subtle, but I had the feeling that Nozel was more relaxed those last few months. Happier too, he smiled more when he thought no one was looking. Besides, he took much more free time, which says a lot. Did you two knew that it is a mystery my squad wonders about right now? Why would captain Nozel Silva of the Silver Eagles take more free time? There’s a few bets concerning this and it seems that I won mine.”

Dorothy babbled, chipper as always. Vanessa was blushing again, though she couldn’t help but smirk a little. The thought that some Magic Knights had running bets about Nozel being in a relationship or not was a funny thought.

Her boyfriend, on the other hand, didn’t seemed very pleased. “Dorothy, I would be most grateful if you would keep to yourself what you saw.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll wait until it becomes official, I’m patient. And you know me, Nozel, my lips are sealed. You at least asked me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you’re actually the second secret couple I discover today. That’s way I came here in the first place, to take cover.”

But before Nozel could ask what she meant, there was a voice thundering through the hallway, “COME BACK HERE, MISS POINTY HAT, WE’RE NOT FINISHED WITH YOU!”

One moment later, a very angry Yami crashed in. Vanessa flinched. That wasn’t good. Her captain was surely one of the last persons she wanted to find out about her relationship with Nozel. Looking at the silver haired man, she just knew that he was thinking the same. She sighed. Hopefully it won’t be too difficult to continue to meet.

But then, captain Charlotte appeared just after Yami. Holding his hand.

Oh… Oh. Oh!

In that case, it maybe won’t be too difficult to continue to meet. She just needed to don’t screw this up.

“Listen well, Sleepy Hat. If you ever dared to tell anyone one single word about what you saw, I’ll personally-“

“Yami, please, you can ask her nicer.”

“Rule number 1, Prickly Princess, NEVER take any risks! I don’t want my entire squad coming after you. Or your fangirl getting overly upset every time she sees me.”

“We’re not there yet. None of our squads knows.”

“I know my brats, there’s only a matter of time until one of them finds out. And besides your fangirl, all your girlies might discover it soon as well.”

Dorothy just interrupted them with a cherry giggle, “One of your squad already knows, Yami dear and it has nothing to do with me. At least directly.”

“Dorothy!”

Nozels warning came a tiny bit late. Both Yami and Charlotte realized that Dorothy wasn’t alone. Slowly, they turned to the other couple in the room.

It was a bit an intense yet awkward silence. Vanessa didn’t know if she felt excited or embarrassed. Maybe a mix of both.

While Dorothy smiled like she had the time of her life, both couples just looked at each other, slowly trying to understand what was happening.

Silence.

Dorothy giggled.

More silence.

“What the fuck!”

That was exactly what Vanessa was thinking. Nozel and Charlotte probably had the same thought as well. But none of them would have said it out loud like Yami did.

“Hello there, captain Yami. Captain Charlotte, nice to see you.”

She had a joyous voice, but Vanessa knew that her cheeks were still burning. Hopefully, the other two wouldn’t notice it. After all, they were also flustered.

“Um… nice to see you… too… um, Vanessa, wasn’t it?”, Charlotte stuttered. She looked like she didn’t quietly understand.

“What the hell are you doing with a member of my squad, Bird Braid?”

Nozel straightened himself again. Despite the blush and the fact that he was still holding Vanessa, he looked very royal.

“Probably the same that you did with your own… girlfriend, Yami.”

“Girlfriend?”

Both Yami and Charlotte looked like their minds went blank. Which was quite a sight to see, but Vanessa was still a bit too flustered to laugh. Not like Dorothy, who couldn’t stop giggle right now.

Vanessa looked up to Nozel, a happy smile on her lips. “So… does that mean that I’m your girlfriend?”

“What else should you be?”

The captain of the Silver Eagles was still blushing, but when he looked at her, he was softly smiling. Vanessa couldn’t help but put a kiss on his lips.

She heard Charlotte gasping and Dorothy letting out something that sounded like an aww.

“For fuck’s sakes!”

The couple parted as Yami yelled.

“What is even going on? Braids is smiling and you hug him, kiss him? Did I miss the end of the world or what?”

“If it were the apocalypse, we wouldn’t be here, Yami.”

“Shut up, Birdie, I wasn’t talking to you!”

Nozel sighed, tightening his hold on Vanessa. Holding her helped him a lot to calm down.

“So… you’re together?”, Charlotte asked, a bit pale and probably still processing what was going on.

“Oh, come on Lottie, no need to ask, it looks pretty obvious, don’t you think? I mean, look how they still hold each other, even after getting caught.”

“Lottie?”

Yami forgot shortly Nozel and Vanessa to look at Dorothy, apparently stunned that she had such common nickname for his girlfriend. But Charlotte didn’t react to Lottie, she simply continued to stare at the two love eagles, who were indeed still holding each other tightly.

“Since a few months.”

“Months?”

Yami stopped to look at Dorothy to glare back at Nozel and Vanessa. Well, mostly at Nozel.

“And how long have you two been together?”, Vanessa asked, before either Yami or Nozel would say something insulting.

“Well… a few… weeks. Not as long as… you both”, Charlotte answered, with a very stuttering voice. Vanessa frowned a bit. Why was the captain of the Blue Roses this shocked?

“Oh, in that case… congratulations, captain Charlotte.”

“For you… as well, Vanessa…”

“Oh, for fucks sakes, to hell with the congratulations!”

“Language, Yami dear.”

Captain Dorothy seemed really to have too much fun right now.

“Vanessa, really? Hanging out with Braids for months? Come on, you have better taste than a wall of bricks!”

“Excuse me?”

Nozel was about to retort something, but Vanessa was faster.

“Captain, who I’m dating is my business, not yours. And Nozel is anything but a wall of bricks. Trust me, I already get countless proofs that he’s not made of stones, given how many times we-“

“Vanessa!”

Nozel put a hand on her mouth, while blushing even harder than before. But it was too late. Dorothy, Charlotte and Yami perfectly understood what she was going to say.

Charlotte blushed furiously, Dorothy giggled again and Yami looked like his mind went blank, surprisingly.

“Wait, Bird Braid. Does that mean that you’re not prude?”

Silence.

The two witches burst into laughter. Well, Dorothy already had a lot of laughs in the last few minutes, but this time Vanessa couldn’t help it, despite how flustered she still was. She didn’t even know if it was funny and why, she just laughed.

The other three captains didn’t laugh, though. Nozel simply sighed, resigned, flustered and still holding his girlfriend of a witch. He softly caressed her rosewood curls and seeing Vanessa this happy helped him to calm down a bit.

“Vanessa, would you please don’t speak about… this in front… of others? This is very… private.”

“Sorry, honey. I just don’t like that he insulted you, so I got heated a bit.”

“Not only is Bird Braid not prude, but he said please?”

Dorothy burst into laughter again. She really seemed to have the greatest time ever. All she needed at this point was popcorn and to sit down.

Just in this moment, the door opened again and Julius came in, visibly content. “Ah, there you are. Good news, I managed to persuade Augustus that the second meeting wouldn’t… Oops, did I interrupt something?”

“No, nothing at all, Wizard King. I just discovered that three of my captain colleagues are in a happy relationship and one of them even with a fellow magic knight witch.”

Dorothy couldn’t help it, it seems. She was lucky that the Wizard King knew about her and Nozel, but what if it had been someone who didn’t know? Vanessa knew that her boyfriend wasn’t eager to tell any of the captains for various reasons, especially Fuegoleon. But he had admitted that if one captain would not so much of a problem, it would be Kaiser. For Nozel to came to such a conclusion and to admit it, was already big.

Vanessa looked at Yami and Charlotte. They weren’t really disturbed by the present of the Wizard King, it seems. That might would mean, that Julius knew about their relationship as well.

Where there other captains in secret relationships he would know about?

“Vanessa, nice to see you. You’re really lucky, the second meeting won’t happen, so Nozel can take you directly on a date. Which is really less, less boring than the meetings, even for him, I’m sure.”

“Wait, Julius, you knew that Braids was dating one of my brats?”

“Yes.”

“So why didn’t you tell me?”

“They wanted to keep it secret, just like you and Charlotte.”

The Wizard King answered with a very happy smile, so that even Yami couldn’t bring himself to retort something. So, he decided to glare at Nozel again.

“Okay, but listen, Birdie, if you-“

“I know!”, Nozel replied, interrupting the captain of the Black Bulls. “If I hurt Vanessa, you are going to hurt me, no need to tell me. But it is not in my attention to hurt her. Besides, she can defend herself. She’s a very capable Magic Knight, after all.”

“Thanks, honey,” Vanessa chirped, kissing his cheek. Nozel blushed again, but he couldn’t repress that a small smile appeared on his lips.

“I can’t even threat you properly, Braids? No fair!”

Dorothy laughed again, clearly having a very fun time. This time, she was joined by Julius.

The couples, on the other hand, were still looking awkwardly at each other. That is, until the captain of the Blue Roses seemed to get a hold on herself.

“There is something I need to clarify. Vanessa, since you and Nozel are… well, in a relationship, that would mean… um, that you’re… not a rival, right?”

What was Charlotte talking ab- Oh!

Their contest at this Star Festival when the Black Bulls came in second. Back then when she and Nozel weren’t together yet, not even really acquaintances. When her crush was still lingering and given how she challenged the captain of the Blue Roses back then while she was already a bit drunk, Charlotte must have come to this conclusion.

Vanessa looked at Nozel and from his glance, she knew he understood as well what Charlotte meant. Of course he knew, she had told him about this crush on Yami. He had been a bit jealous, but he made big efforts to fight against it. After all, that crush was the past and Vanessa had countless occasion to prove him she was now his. And her feelings for Nozel weren’t a crush.

“Rival? What kind of rival?”

Of course Yami would ask. He had been oblivious to her crush on him and for someone who was able to read Ki, he had been wrong for long about Charlottes true feelings towards him. Even today, the captain of the Black Bulls seems to have no idea what his girlfriend was talking about.

On the contrary of Dorothy and Julius, who had known basically nothing about this, but still seemed to have put the dots together. The captain of the Coral Peacocks was still smiling cheerily, but now with a knowing glance. The Wizard was still smiling as well, but there was some worry in his eyes and he seemed ready to step in if something might happen.

Alright, time to put this non-existent rivalry back where it belongs.

“No worries, captain Charlotte. I’m not a rival and given the circumstances, I might never had been one. I found my luck somewhere else and I couldn’t be happier.”

Relief washed over Charlotte and for the first time since she entered this room, she smiled.

“That’s good to hear. I mean, um, well… I’m happy to hear it. And sorry that I think… that you were… well, my rival. Well, what I mean-“

“I think I get it and there’s really no need to apologize.”

“But when I believed it, I thought kinda badly about you and I was afraid that you would take… well, I’m sorry to have believed it.”

“Well, sweetie, you won and I’m really happy for you. Although I don’t consider myself as a loser, on the contrary”, Vanessa smirked while looking at Nozel with a wink. He smiled again softly, but not without getting flustered.

“Wait, Prickly Princess, what kind of rivalry did you had with Vanessa? Who’s the better knight or what?”

“Yami, for someone who reads Ki, this could sound rather stupid coming from you”, Charlotte sighed, slightly blushing and now holding his arm. Dorothy and Julius burst into laughter again.

Vanessa felt Nozels arms tighten around her. Oh, he must still feel a bit jealous, maybe. She grinned, leaning into him. She wasn’t mad, he made such efforts to come over it, even though it was in a Silva way. And even better, it would give her one more reason for staying at his place this night and prove him again that she was now his, only his. Something she loved to do.

“Don’t worry, honey. Even if he finds out today or another day, it will be not such a drama. I’m sure of it. Consider it something that you know and he ignores.” This made Nozel smile softly. “And I’ll show this night that I’m yours only.”

“Your place or mine?”

“Yours, we’ll clearly need some privacy after this.”

“Good, but let me take you out on a date first.”

“I’d love that, honey.”

“Oh, sweet love eagles, what are you whispering over there?”, Dorothy called out, causing Yami, Charlotte and a very grinning Julius to turn back at them.

“Just sweet nothings, captain Dorothy,” Vanessa chirped, leaning more into Nozel.

“Ugh, gross- Ouch! What was that slap for, Prickly Princess!”

“You never find it gross when I say sweet nothings to you, so stop being so contradictory!”

“I’m not contradictory, since it comes from Braids, after all. It doesn’t suit him!”

“It doesn’t suit you as well on the first glance, but you’re still doing it when we’re alone, my dear Dark Knight.” Somehow, captain Charlotte managed to sound angry and flirtatious at the same time.

The captain of the Blue Roses seemed more confident now. Was it because of the relief that after all, she didn’t have a rival to Yami’s heart? Vanessa couldn’t help but smile. She was really happy for them.

And she had something to use in case Yami would made some difficulties about her dating someone he respectfully didn’t like. After all, Vanessa loved Nozel, she wanted to be with him and she won’t let anyone take this away from her, not even her squad.

“So… who knows about those juicy little secrets? Besides me and Julius dear, of course,” Dorothy asked, with the biggest grin on her face.

“Well, Goldie Guts knows. He might have even known before Charlotte and I did. And that fat, winged Blue Rose there. Molly Something, I don’t know.”

“Yami, please, don’t call her fat! And her name is Puli, not Molly. Puli Angel! And don’t you dare whatever me, she was a great help for our relationship and still is.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Vanessa, Dorothy and Julius burst into laughter again at the couples bickering. Even Nozel was smiling a bit.

“In our case, it’s Nero. I don’t know how she find it out, though. And Gordon, he stumbled on us by accident, when Nozel visited me at the Hideout.”

Vanessa still had no idea how Nero found out, but she was glad that this dear, silent girl did. Nero’s own story with the first Wizard King was heart breaking. Even more that the black-haired girl wanted to help Vanessa with her own prince. Her words. Vanessa has been very touched by Nero’s story, so that she offered her to be there whenever she needed to talk about her lost love.

As for Gordon, it had been an accident. He basically caught them in a heavy making out session while they were in one of the rare, not so crowded places of the Hideout. But it didn’t cause any problems. Vanessa couldn’t imagine if it had been Gauche, Magna or especially Noelle. Gordon at least was a silent guy, even genuinely happy for them. After giving them his congratulations, he had promised to keep the secret and left them alone. The next day, Vanessa got a glimpse of a new doll in Gordons collection.

“Don’t tell me you invited Braids to our Hideout?”

“Alright, I won’t tell you.”

Dorothy giggled.

“Did you never invite Charlotte at your place?” Nozel asked, as calm as possible. He was probably trying hard to not start a stupid fight. He was really trying so much and Vanessa was ready to generously reward him tonight, as thanks.

“Sometimes, but… well, it needs acrobatic measures to have some privacy back there.” Yami looked like he was himself trying to not start a fight. The fact that Charlotte was holding his arm tightly might helped.

“I have to agree on that.”

“Hey, don’t you dare insult my Hideout, Braids!”

“I swear, I didn’t mean it as an insult.”

“Leave my boyfriend alone, captain!”, Vanessa pouted. “He was just stating a fact and I agree on it as well!”

“Me too, actually,” Charlotte added and that made Yami close his mouth.

“How amazing! Nozel, Yami, what a treat to see you agree on something!” Julius exclaimed, clapping his hands.

Nozel and Yami just looked at each other, not sure how to react about that statement. Vanessa sighed, those two might never change in their opinion about each other. At least, they respected one another and that was a lot already.

Charlotte looked at Vanessa, who looked back. There was some resigned acceptance and understanding in their eyes, probably due to their respective partners. But also a new affection. Maybe now that this non-existent rivalry question was out of the room, maybe they could become friends. Vanessa would be happy about it.

“So, um… We agree to not tell anyone about our little secrets? At least, until we’re ready,” Charlotte suggested.

“Yes. I love my squad, but I’m not ready for them to learn about my relationship with Nozel yet,” Vanessa giggled. Oh yes, she definitely wasn’t ready for that. Well, Nozel and Vanessa were talking lately about to finally tell Noelle about it – a topic that Nero and Gordon were coming up as well from time to time – but they were still postponing. Noelle was surely going to have a shock learning this and well, she might overreact a bit like the Silva she was.

“Yep, you can count on me, cuties! I won’t say anything!” Dorothy added, making a peace sign. She was having so much fun, obviously.

Nozel only added in agreement. Yami said nothing, glaring at the captain of the Silver Eagles, but at the end, he nodded as well.

“Okay, I won’t say anything. But I’m not over with you two!”

Vanessa sighed. Like every Bull, she appreciated that Yami was protective of his squad. But sometimes, like now, she was maybe slightly irritated by it.

“Captain, please worry about your own captain. And just in case, leave Nero and Gordon out of it.”

Yami gagged a little. Either he didn’t even think about Nero and Gordon or he might had thought about scolding them as well. One day.

Nozel sighed, before he straightened and turned to the Wizard King. “Since the meeting with Augustus is luckily cancelled, Vanessa and I will take our leave. Have a nice evening.”

He took delicately her arm and lead her out of the room, like she was a real princess. Vanessa smiled happily. Nobody else treated her that way and she came to enjoy it a lot since she started dating Nozel.

They were out of the room, when Vanessa turned one last time. “Oh, captain, just so you know, I might not coming home this night, so don’t wait for me. Good night, everyone!”

“Bye, love eagles, have a good night!”

This undertone in Dorothy’s voice. She was really having too much fun. Vanessa was ready to bet that was going to tease Nozel, Yami and Charlotte endlessly during the future captain meetings.

Charlotte and Julius waved, the first with a small smile, the second happily grinning. As for Yami, he shot Nozel a warning glare, before sighing and giving them a nod. The door closed and they both were now alone in the hallway.

“Can I borrow one of your pigeons, please? To warn Nero and Gordon, just in case.”

“Of course.”

Oh, what a sweetheart. Vanessa really considered herself lucky with that boyfriend. She might have won the lottery. As thanks, she went on her tiptoes and kissed Nozels cheek quickly.

The silver haired man blushed a bit, but a small smile appeared on his lips. Yes. Charlotte has Yami while Vanessa has Nozel and tonight, she’ll will show him how happy she was to be with him.

[sinofwriting]

Hi Sin, I love reading how Daniel and y/n Olivia met. I kinda want to know more about how they started hanging out more and more up to officially dating. If you’re able to do that. 🖤

I will forever want to share more about Daniel and Sweets.

So, Daniel and Sweets after hanging out for the first time, exchange numbers, and it's Sweets who reaches first. Just sending a simple text thanking Daniel for spending time with her and teaching her about F1. And this kind of opens the flood gates in way. Daniel and her start texting a lot, they meet up like two days later because she did promise to show him what she was working on.

It's during that second in person sesh for Sweets that she realizes she likes Daniel, is a little alarmed by it because she's been doing the single thing for a few months after her last relationship (will be somewhat expanded on in possessive and obsessive), and also Daniel is just so genuine in a way she's not used to from guys she likes. (More under the cut because I want on a ramble)

Daniel realizes the next day when their chatting on facetime, her calling him while out shopping because she's trying to find some stupid thing he mentioned he liked and she swears she's seen it here before but it's not there!!! and Daniel is just kind of like looking at her with heart eyes and he catches a glimpse of himself in corner of his phone screen and it hits him like oh, I like her.

They both are a little awkward next time they see each other in person which is about a week later, and they both are kind of flustered when they catch each others eyes, and when they're hands brush??? Sweets feels like she's going to die with the way all of the blood rushed to her cheeks and Daniel swears that his heart is racing more than it ever has.

They end up texting each other after when back at home after talking to a friend about it because it was little awkward but also so much fun and just great. (Daniel talks to Scotty and Chloe who's in the background, and Scotty is kind of losing it because dude!!! That's what it felt like with Chloe!!!) (Sweets is talking to Taylor (yes Swift, this is my verse/fic I get to make the rules) because they've become really close friends and who better to reach out to about something than Taylor who has experience with this. And Taylor is like hey, this might not end up going great, but you know that, you've been with guys before even if they weren't this much older than you. I can't and won't tell you not to do it, but I will say that you need to listen to what you want, forget everyone else) After talking to them they text each other like hey, that was weird right? and it's just like Yes! Very! They end up meeting at her place next day to kind of talk about it and they both just lay everything out on the table. Just hey, I really like you and I wouldn't mind dating you but with what we do we need to have a more serious conversation about that.

So they do, they spend the whole day just laying out what they want out of a relationship, their careers and life. Like if/when they want kids, how a family would work, retirementish plans, the pace of the relationship they want, marriage, just real serious things. They leave the conversation both feeling really good, because a lot of things match up and the things that don't (which are few and far between) are still really close, and hey comprise right? So they leave feeling good and with plans to go on a date soon.

They go on three dates before finally making it official/serious. Which funnily enough the day they get together is Feb. 17th 2022. Daniel tried asking her on Valentines Day and Sweets literally pushed him away like no, and that was when he first called her Sweets, a combo from her doing that and also because her first album is called sour (her face claim is Olivia after all)

[anna1306]

Heyyyyyy,

I was wondering if you could write me an poly! Lost boys x reader who is like lil mariko? (a popular song of hers is "where ''s my juul")

Frankly speaking, haven't even heard her before, but... I tried to write something similar, according to my research (yes, I looked up only couple of videos)

Lost Boys x Reader like Lil Mariko

You are... Something new.

Boardwalk is the place, where you can meet anyone you can imagine. Literally, you can meet vampires there. The boys had seen punks, they had seen goths, surf nazis are casualty in this place, but you... You are something new.

At first David thought you were dumb. Because... Let's be honest, the only girls he saw with this behaviour, weren't particularly smart. Make-up, heels, some stupid jokes. So yes, that was his first impression.

Paul made a move to flirt with you and whilst it worked, you got some sense in yourself and weren't ready to go with him somewhere secluded just because he was hot.

Marko was a bit off-put with your style and sometimes strange manner of talk. Like... Why are you swallowing letters and speak in that tone? He didn't understand.

Dwayne was the most okay with you at the beginning. I mean, he lived with a control freak, dude with very high sex drive and addiction to weed and a little gremlin. He was okay with anybody at this point.

With time that first impression changed. It took some encounters, talks and everything in between to bring you all together, but finally you were friends. Or whatever closest was the term to the relationship you had.

When it started to form into more... Romantic relationship, you didn't honestly know. And none of the boys did. But still you just started going on dates or kissing occasionally. Before you stopped all of this and just made the air clear. You wanted it official, so you weren't playing around for long. The fact that there were four of them - wasn't that weird for you.

It was strange relationship, but it worked. The guys liked your quirkiness, you liked their ability to solve problems and just listen to your rumble, or just be there for you. And! They were fun. No boring nights or talks about something dull. Fun. Fun. Fun. Dates, rides, eating out, swimming in the ocean, games... Fun.

David likes to spoil you. Something beautiful and shiny catches your eye. Count it as yours, as no matter - buy or steal, he would get it for you. You like to rant to him, as he listens to you. Even if he makes it look like he doesn't. But especially David likes how distracting you could be. They tried, it worked even on Max. You just talk and talk and ask or just annoy to some extent, catching all of the attention. And they can do whatever they want or steal whatever they need. He loves that he can trust you with that.

Dwayne likes that you are so calm. As long as you don't lost something, you are calm. You speak even with David or Paul on the more calmer tone than they use usually. Even when you argue with them, you stay calm. He doesn't always understand what you are saying, but that is another question. And your looks... You are so beautiful. And he liked the fact that you smell nice. In their hellhole it's a blessing. He's not against you pampering him and getting spa-day (or rather spa-night) with you.

Paul. Adores. Your way of talking. He copies you just to annoy David, but he could never compare to you. He likes your independence. You don't care if the guys are stronger than you or that you look like you can't do anything on your own. You will do it on your own. Just to prove the point. And when he's high, all that you say suddenly makes sense to him, he speaks with you seriously and very thoughtfully, remembering everything in this state.

Marko likes your style. It's glamorous, it's stylish, but sometimes simple. He likes to steal something pretty for you, and doesn't care where from - his new prey or from some shop. He has stolen something more pricy too, once or twice, but tried not to gift you that much of expensive stuff after David's words about how dangerous that can be, as you or someone else could understand what was going on. That doesn't mean that Marko would stop pampering you with gifts and boast around about how beautiful and fierceful his lover is.

They are hesitant to tell you the truth. You were unpredictable all along. They thought you were one way, and you were completely another way, so of course they didn't know what to do or think. For now they decided to keep you in the dark. You were fine with night lifestyle and with cave, so they went with it for now.

And of course your nest is the nicest in the cave. It has couple of plushies, the box with the jewels Marko gifted you and other trinkets of yours. It is almost like normal room. Almost. It even smells nice in there.

As far as they concerned, you don't know the truth, you are perfect for them, you are something new in their book and all is cool. Even if you are weird at times in the eyes of other people. They are weird constantly.

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[itzy0megaverse]

A!Lia marking her S/O O!reader

Requested : ✔️

Reader : Gn

Tw : marking, blood, pain (but only after the line)

Today, you girlfriend decided to surprise you with a date. She'd lied to you earlier in the week telling you she had no free days off schedule just so she could keep today a surprise for you. You'd spent the whole day with Lia. Starting out by getting a Mcdonalds breakfast and eating it in the car while blasting music. Then going for a slow walk in the park. Next up was clothes shopping. A stop for a big dinner (because you'd missed lunch) at a restaurant and now you'd gotten back into the car with Lia saying you're going to drive back to the dorms for the night. You both settle in, seatbelts on and Lia begins driving you both back.

However, it surprises you when she starts driving in the totally opposite direction to her dorms. "Wait... Where are you taking me?" You ask with mock fear that makes your girlfriend chuckle. "I'm getting you alone so I can do what I want with yoouuuuuu!!" She jokes back with another giggle. You laugh along with her until she continues. "I booked a hotel for the night so we can be completely alone. No parents at my house and no members at my dorms... Just me and you." Your smile never fades the whole journey to the hotel.

When you arrive, she'd actually already checked in and received the card key to the room earlier in the day, meaning you could just go straight there. Not before she grabs a gym bag out of the trunk. "I packed my stuff and a few extra things so you have stuff to wear... You don't mind wearing my stuff do you?" Lia asked you calmly. "Is that even a question you need to ask?" You retort. Both smiling and giggling your way up to the room to make it into your comfort space for the night.

The rest of the night is filled with karaoke, stupid dancing and Lia trying to teach with you failing to learn some Itzy choreographies. Yet another wonderful night to end with your alpha. You notice how tired you're getting and see the same signs in Lia so suggest heading to bed for the night. She let's out a massive sigh at your suggestion, though, and quietly mutters "...yeah" before suddenly turning and grabbing your hands.

That's when she finally let's it out. "I wanna ask you something serious first though." You were expecting this, or at least something like this. The whole date Lia had seemed fine to most people but most people weren't you. You saw her subtle nervous fidgeting, you saw her smiles that didn't quite turn into her famous eye smiles, you saw how awkward she was feeling deep down. You didn't know why but you knew something was wrong.

Standing face to face, with her hands interlocked with yours, she finally spoke. "I really like you.. You know that... Your beautiful smile, your eyes, your heart, your everything... I just love it... And I've really wanted to make you officially mine...... So can we mark each other?"

Her eyes were pleading for an answer but you were in shock. Of all the things she could've said, asking to mark you was not on the list.... but you already had your answer, you just didn't expect to be asked so soon. With Lia doubtfully biting her lip, you yank your hands away from hers and use them to pull her lips into yours. She was taken aback at first but the smile she felt your lips forming and the way your hands slipped from her face to wrap round the back of her head snapped her out of it. Her arms swung around you, locking you in place against her, as she kisses back with just as much passion as you.

"I'm guessing that's a yes then?" Lia chuckes when she pulls away, finally showing her full eye smile now she had asked. You nod your head and plant one last (much more gentle kiss) onto her lips before she guides you to the bathroom. "In here?" You ask confused. "Snuggled up in a romantic candle-lit bathtub with you just before I mark you!? Yes please." Lia drags giddy you along into the said room.

It really was romantic. Lights off, candles (that she'd specifically bought for this) lit, warm water soaking you up. Your naked back was pushed into her bare chest with her arms wrapped around your front. She starts by placing light kisses on your head and trailing them down your hair towards your neck. Immediately, you flinch and tense beneath her and Lia obviously notices. "Don't worry, I'm not doing it yet." You relax. "I actually wanted you to mark me first.." She confesses. "You wanna go first?" "Yeah... If you go second my amrs will already be around you and I know my protective instincts are gonna be worse after I mark you so this way I'm already holding you."

"Can we start now then?" You question through the giddy smile on your face. Lia sits up and turns her back to you. She tells you to do the same as she sweeps her hair over her left shoulder. "Come here." She's holding her right hand over her right shoulder and you lean forward to put your head in her palm. That hand guides you into her neck until she feels your lips on her and then she shifts you round until your lips touch the spot she wants. "That's where I wanna be marked." Her hand retracts as you're left gently kissing the junction between her shoulder, neck and back.

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Wrapping your arms around her waist under the water, you reassure her one last time. "Ready?" With the anticipation so built up, Lia can't bring herself to speak so just briskly but sutbly nods her head (yes). You open up your mouth and your teeth sink in. You feel your alpha tense up and grit her teeth. She also let's out a strained yell from the pain. However, you pull back and it's all over. Lia loosens up, sighs out and spins round in a hurry just to plant her lips on yours, splashing the water everywhere.

It's slow, sweet with no tongues involved. Just pure happiness and bliss. You can even feel the smile on Lia's lips and that fades off onto your lips too as you both pull away smiling. She gets you to turn around and you both proceed to get back to the comfy position you were in before. Your legs stretched out with hers stretched out either side of you, arms around your waist with her head buried in your neck.

It wasn't as comfortable as last time, however, you had to be sat up instead of lying back into her and her head buried in your neck was just a warning for the pain to come. There it was. The sharp pain stinging straight through in the same place you bit Lia, except this time on you. You clench your jaw and grip the sides of the tub to cope before it's all over. Her teeth retract from you and she pulls you back into lying a top of her.

Her arms and legs wrapped around you, her lips giving you gentle head kisses.

[katsukikitten]

Part one. Master list for plus one can be found here.

Just a nice fic I decided to write for fun. Please enjoy!

Asshole!

He was nothing but a huge, giant fucking ASSHOLE for the entire two years the two of you were dating and he decides NOW is a good time to break up with you?

Two days before your cousin's wedding and over TEXT MESSAGE?!

That fucking asshole.

He knew how you felt. Exactly how you felt about going alone to your cousin's wedding after your family begged to meet your boyfriend and teased you for "probably making him up." Which hell, he may as well have been made up considering how absent he was in the relationship. Using work as an excuse to come home late but forgetting to turn off his snap location when he showed up at the bar.

So you did what any rational woman in her upper twenties would do.

You drowned your sorrows in booze, tonight red wine as it was the only thing around, and you scrolled through your socials in hopes of distracting yourself from your suffering.

Alas the devil that is Instagram only amplified your sadness and irritation. Showing couple after couple, your friends on hikes kissing on the mountain top, kissing in the flickering light of candles at a fancy dinner or, worst yet, getting proposed to. The video showing her in hysterics screaming, "YES I DO I DO!"

And it feels terrible to feel this way. Especially about your friends, the people you love and want to support, still it stings. You hadn't told anyone about the breakup, you weren't even sure your friends even remembered that asshole's name.

A teardrop lands on your screen, magnifying all the magical lights of the led beneath the glad. You wipe away the tear and with that the feed refreshes. A new post has come in at the top, Res Riot's official account.

Kirishima stands with a fat white cat in his arms. He dwarfs the animal with his large stature that looks larger as he still has his Red Riot gear on. The caption reads something along the lines of "missed my precious baby."

Red wine is a dangerous thing as your body acts on its own. You go to his page to hit the little arrow to DM him. Typing out and backspacing your message as you struggle from the booze, you decide to say fuck it and use the voice memo feature. Before you know it your sniffling voice is playing back to you after you've hit send.

"My ex broke up with me before this stupid wedding. It's in two days and my family is going to roast me big time when I show up alone. They think I made that asshole up. I don't know why I'm even in your dms. Your account is probably run by some dick head who can't even capture your kindness. I guess I'm here cause my first thought seeing you on my timeline was Red Riot has always been my hero…"

Ugh totally fucking cringe.

There is no surprise as you see the three normally ominous dots pop up, probably his social media manager about to ask you to stop your "advances" as Kirishima is too busy to date and he'd hate to block you or some other bullshit.

But there it is a surprise to see a little bubble with the play button and some vertical lines in various heights. It takes your sluggish brain a moment to realize you've been sent a voice memo. Odd. Your thumb smashes the screen faster than you can think and a deep voice rumbles through the speakers of your phone.

"Actually I run my official and personal socials. And I'm sorry to hear about your ex doll. He sounds like a real ass. I'll be your hero, I'll go with you to the wedding."

Your heart stutters, no way, no way in HELL this was Red Riot. You had read about the horror stories before or pervy account managers taking advantage of women who so desperately wanted to talk to their hero.

Hell, it's happened to Dynamight plenty of times.

You swallow quickly but the bile rushes up your throat. Not just from the anxiety of a possible con but from drinking an entire bottle of wine with nothing on your stomach after months of sobriety. Quickly you stumble to the bathroom, abandoning your phone on your bed. You barely make it in time to praise the porcelain Gods before you fall onto your back. Looking up at the light in your cramped bathroom, the orb doubles and spins as you feel the Earth turning on its axis. You curl into your side using your bathmat as a pillow as you drift off into sleep, totally forgetting about the voice memo on your phone.

As you sleep peacefully on your memory foam bath rug, Kirishima settles into his nightly routine. One giant hand grabbing strands of long dark red hair into a towel while another sits snugly around his Adonis belt and the thick, black happy trail that follows up the center of his abs before spreading out onto his chest. He tosses the towel over the open door of the bathroom before sitting in his favorite armchair with phone in hand. Diamond, his beautiful white cat he rescued a few years ago, jumps onto the arm of the chair, purring loudly when Kirishima's free hand scratches her ears absentmindedly.

He chuckles to himself as he realizes exactly what he's done. Acting on a feeling instead of logic all because he heard a "damsel in distress." Starting off his rare vacation with spontaneity starting with an impromptu date with a stranger. He really isn't sure what you look like and it's obvious your handle doesn't have your real name in it, just PrincessPeach with some random numbers at the end. He takes the time to scroll through your profile. Seeing pictures of food, of many sunsets, a friend's dog that guest appears often, your own cat and plenty of strays.

It takes him a while before he sees a photo of you. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks you over. Laughing with a friend, soft lighting from strings over head that blur like little fireflies. Your smile is wide, half hidden by your hands as your eyes seem to smile with you. Sparkling as if they held stars.

For a moment Kirishima forgets how to breathe, it isn't until Diamond jumps down from the armchair does he inhale. He smiles softly to himself before he drops his towel, puts his phone on charge and promptly falls asleep in his bed.

Kirishima rises before the sun even has a chance to filter through his blinds. He sighs softly, getting up to a sitting position disturbing a fluffy white ball that lays beside him.

"Mmrow." Moon stone eyes blink slowly as they look at the mountainous man hogging the bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you sweet baby." He says softly, going to pet the soft white fur only for her to get up stretch and give him her butt before plopping back down.

"I know, mean ol' daddy woke you up too early again." He says softly, his hand falling onto her back before he rises from the bed. Fishing for his running shorts, socks, headphones and shoes. He makes his protein shake, leaning on the counter as he drinks it, looking at how you read, or better yet, listened to his message but still no reply. It was late and there was a small slurring of your words, he figures you've passed out. He just hopes you're okay.

His run goes as usual, up before anyone else unless they were the normal avid runner. Passing by the usual array of people. An old man holding onto his youth by jogging through his daily five mile morning run, Kirishima knows he runs another five in the evening while the sun is setting. He hopes he can embody some of this man's commitment when he is older. Then he passes a middle aged woman, who gives him the biggest smile as she pases, jogging backward to send him a wink before plowing ahead. Occasionally he'll see a running group or a few teens training to be heroes, they always ask if they can run his route. "It's long." He always warns in a kind, warm voice. They assure him they will be fine so far only one other person could handle his 12 mile morning run. A young woman in her second year of hero courses at UA. Since then Kirishima put in a word with his boss and so every time internships roll around she's in the office.

By the time Kirishima is rounding back towards his high rise apartment, the city begins to stir. Slowly waking as men and women in business suits rush towards the train, parents flinging open the doors or curtains fussing at their children who cling to an extra few minutes of sleep before school.

This was always his favorite part of the run, not because it was almost over, oh no it was because he had a chance to glimpse at everyday life. Of nine to fives, of school hours and after school hangs outs at snack bars or the library.

What most would call the mundane but Kirishima would never call it that. It's why he worked so hard to protect it.

Diamond greets his sweaty form at the door. Glaring angrily with her moon stone eyes. Tail swishing before she goes to the kitchen by her bowl. Waiting impatiently.

"I'm not late, sweet cheeks." He coos, and she glares, "I know I know. You're hungry now."

He opens the fridge, gets out the highest quality food there is and places it on her dish, sure to keep it all in the middle or she'll claim her bowl was empty. He added a splash of water too since the weather was starting to get hot.

He sucks down a water or two, demolishes a protein bar and then heads to the apartment gym.

A few hours roll by and without hearing from you yet his worry over your well being begins to cloud the forefront of his mind. He pauses his music, picks up his phone and talks out a voice memo.

A loud DING echoes from your room and around your skull as you rise with a throbbing headache.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself grabbing at your head as you shakily rise to your feet. Yanking the handle of the faucet to drink from the stream before looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Ugh." You grunt ignoring your swollen face and eyes, yanking the mirror door open to snatch at the bottle of aspirin. Swallowing THREE extra strength pills before slamming the door shut and turning off the faucet. You make your way towards your bedroom, more than ready to sleep the rest of your day away. Grabbing at your phone to charge it you see the push notification of an Instagram message from Red Riot.

The fucking Red Riot.

Internally you scream before it bubbles up your throat and escapes. You fumble to unlock your phone before looking that it's a voice memo.

Mortified you realize you sent one too. And first at that.

"Fuck MEEE!" You plop onto the bed. Nervous this second voice memo is probably about how you're a weirdo or something as you relive the memory of asking him to be your plus one.

Hesitantly your thumb hovers over the play button before you find the strength to press the cool glass. A soft thunderous voice plays out.

"Good morning sleepy head. I haven't heard from you yet, I hope you're okay. Be sure to drink some water and eat something greasy. Trust me, late nights with Denki and Bakugou taught me something. Since the wedding is tomorrow I'll need a picture of your dress for the color and style so I can match you Sweet pea. Contact me soon so I can know where to pick you up."

Did he… did he just call you SWEET PEA? Your heart pounds in your chest before it registers he's asked for your dress color and lowkey asked for your address. This couldn't be real. It sounded like Kirishima, his voice familiar from interviews you've watched but it very well could be a prank. Defeated you hit the small microphone and reply.

Kirishima hears a sharp DING in his headphones over his music as he finishes his set. He wipes the sweat from his face on his shirt giving the few people in the gym a lovely view of his sweaty and thick torso. One woman trips on the treadmill but it goes unnoticed by Kirishima. He pauses his music and hits play on the little memo. Your beautiful yet groggy voice comes in through his ear buds causing Kirishima to bite his lip. It causes such a flutter of butterflies in his stomach he has to listen a second time to actually hear what you said. Although he understand, he cannot help but feel hurt by your reply.

"How do I know you're not just some pervy guy using Kirishima's Godly looks to prey on unsuspecting people."

Your phone chirps at you from the bed stand and you growl reaching for it. You had hoped your message would have been clear. An unspoken of you know they're a fucking creep taking advantage of their PR job.

"What can I do to prove it to you, Sweet Pea?"

You hate how that cute nickname sends your heart into a somersault and your stomach in delightful knots. Still your doubt pulls a harsh tut from your lips before you reply.

Kirishima doesn't need his phone to alert him that you've messaged him, he's been looking at his screen for far to long without having to restart his set. He listens to your voice as if it were music.

"Fine, you wanna prove it to me so bad. Take a picture of yourself shirtless with the word 'Sweet pea' you love so much and send it to me. No photoshop I know what my favorite hero looks like!"

For over an hour you don't hear back and you figure you showed that perv.

But now you can't sleep so you nurse a water, door dash a "greasy" breakfast all before cranking your shower as high as it can go. Your phone dings and you try to ignore it. You really do but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. Opening the message you see a classic guy mirror selfie. Kirishima is clear as day in the photo, his large hand pointing to his bare, hairy chest where sweat pea is scrawled in his adorable handwriting. He winks at the camera as his kissable lips wear a dangerous, almost cocky eyes travel down his bulk following his happy trail that dives under a pair of black shorts, the best part of the view getting cut off by the vanity. At first you try to rationalize that this was fake but damning evidence was sitting on the vanity. A fluffy white cat in a diamond and ruby encrusted collar sits on the counter giving her owner an odd look.

His cat Diamond that everyone knows he loves and adores. Slick begins to collect between your thighs and especially so after you listen to the voice memo that comes through shortly after. His normally friendly and soft voice comes out a bit dark, husky as he says in a playfully annoyed tone.

"Now send me a picture of that dress, Sweet Pea."

[i-heart-vampussy]

FIRST DATE

paul takes you on a date :) he's not good at it but he's trying :)!! technically this isn't y'all's first date but i wanted to name the fic after the blink-182 song so.

paul x reader

paul is a hot mess, gn! reader

rating: fluff

a/n: this is kinda short T-T ive been having a hard time writing lately :(

Paul said he'd meet you at "around six-thirty", which in Paul time meant more like seven.

You were used to a late dinner at this point. Working the night shift meant a weird sleep schedule, this dinner date might as well been your breakfast. But currently it was seven-forty five and you were getting hungry.

It was weird, you'd thought, that Paul even wanted to take you out to dinner in the first place. Vampires didn't eat food, and your previous dates had been mostly at concerts or the cave. You guys hadn't even really begun officially dating until last week. The past three months had been a friends with benefits sort of deal, not that you were disappointed Paul wanted to take it further.

You were brought back from your thoughts by the thundering of a motorcycle. Ah, there he was. The boys had the loudest bikes on the boardwalk, you always knew when they were around.

"Where were you?" You asked Paul as he hopped off his bike.

"Vampire biz, sorry. Hope you haven't been waiting too long" He punctuated his apology with that mischievous grin that you couldn't stay mad at.

He led you into the restaurant while holding your hand, giddy with excitement. "You're gonna love tonight baby! I've got so many plans, it's like three dates in one. A triple date. A...trate. Yeah!"

The two of you stood in the lobby for a minute before a hostess approached you. "Do you two have a reservation?" She smiled and flipped through a large reservation book.

You looked at Paul expectantly, but he looked like a deer in headlights.

"You... have to make a reservation?"

Oh god. He forgot.

To be fair fancy restaurants weren't places Paul frequented, you couldn't blame him for not knowing. He begged the hostess to let you sit, but it was useless. You honestly felt bad for the woman, you're sure she would've gotten in trouble if she said yes.

"FUCK!" Paul kicked a trash can as soon as you exited the restaurant. "Fucking reservation. Of course. God I'm stupid"

Paul looked more upset than you'd ever seen him. He was a lighthearted guy, you're not sure why he's taking this date so seriously.

"It's not a big deal baby really-" You started.

"It is! Our first anniversary dinner needs to be special!"

You cocked your head in confusion. What the fuck was he talking about? "Anniversary...? Paul we've only been dating for a week"

"Yeah, it's our one week anniversary," He slumped against a street light. "And I fucked it up..."

He looked so upset you almost felt bad for laughing. "Paul... people don't really do things for their one week anniversary. I don't even think that's a thing. I appreciate it! But you really don't have to"

You expected him to be embarrassed, but instead his face lit up with excitement. "So I'm not a bad boyfriend?"

"You wouldn't be a bad boyfriend if it was our anniversa-" You were cut off by Paul tackle-hugging you.

He pulled back and grabbed your hand. "C'mon, let's go to that one taco truck you like! That place is a lot better anyway, less stuffy rich people"

Well he got over that quickly. Still, you couldn't help but be flattered he thought one week with you was so worth celebrating. He was a dumbass.

Your dumbass.

[kkusuka]

Anatomy lessons <3 

ushijima wakatoshi x reader 

genre: smut 

synopsis: ushijima is helplessly devoted to volleyball, and his grades reflect that. 

cw: anatomically fem reader, vaginal fingering, blowjob (i think that’s it, if anything seems left out let me know!)

a/n: all i could think about is that ushiwaka is canonically stupid and i love that. 

based o this request: Studying anatomy and using your body as a physical map- Ushijima ((smut)) I’ve had this imagine suck in my head about Ushijima but like just picture this, Ushijima and Y/N studying together and they both like each other but Ushi doesn’t know how to act on his emotions and Y/N can’t tell if he likes them so they are just running around in circles pinning for each other, but anyways Ushi is studying for anatomy but he just can’t get the female anatomy to stick into his head and he’s getting a bit frustrated and so Y/N is like well I’m a female, you can practice on me and he’s like well shit. Y/N lays down Ushi is gliding his hands over their body as he names the muscles and whatnot, they both get a bit hot and bothered and when Ushi finishes “studying”he’s got an awkward boner and Y/N is like “now it’s my turn to study your anatomy” and they push ushi down and 🤪🤪🤪 please give this to me I’ve been thinking about it ALL DAY!!! -✨Puppy🤩

Shiratorizawa’s reputation was built upon intelligence and elegance.

The students are of the highest degree in not only book-smarts but also athletics. Only the most talented and were persons were allowed in the walls of the academy. Hell, the entrance exam resembled an AP college exam.

“I do not understand.”

Of course, there are always loopholes.

The first being an athletic scholarship. One of the more annoying ways to make it into the school, according to the students. You don't mean to sound mean but, it was blatantly obvious when someone is on athletic help.

But that wasn't what you were dealing with right now. No, it was something the students found way worse.  

A recommendation.

Actually, it was an athletic recommendation.

Ushijima Wakatoshi was known before he had even appeared.

You had been the lucky one to sit next to him first, and second, and somehow third year. And through that, you’ve learned more than a few things about him.

Firstly, he was the most amazing volleyball player you have ever seen. He also had so much passion for the sport that it had seemed to rub off on you. By the end of first-year gym class, you knew how to receive a light spike of his.

Second, he was extremely easy to fall in love with. For being constantly aloof and oblivious, he had this pull to him that just roped you in. at first you weren't sure what you felt for the bot, then he had helped you with a project ending the night with a smile and you were done for.

He was also incredibly easy to stay in love with. Once he had your attention he was almost the only person you thought of. Plaguing your mind with fluffy fake dates and worries that he would never like you back.

But he hasn’t said anything for you to believe either of those situations so you sit at a constant stalemate.

And thirdly, he was not only dense but utterly stupid. How was someone so sought after so completely unaware of admiration? Not only his social unawareness, but he was also not the smartest when it came to school.

Then you swooped in, raised his grades a few points, and became his official homework helper. You thought it was a blessing, more time with the man who had your heart, but you underestimated just how much help he needed.

You had no idea how many times you would have to explain the Pythagorean theorem to someone before they understood. (you're sure now that he didn't really understand and he just didn't want to hear it again.)

And anatomy was no exception.

“That’s alright Toshi, do you want to try looking at a different diagram? That might help!”

Opening a new book, you spent another ten minutes staring at the page just looking at it, before staring back up at you. And that's your cue. No more diagrams, he was never going to learn like that.

This was what you called plan visual. somethings, namely science, were better learned but seeing and not memorization.

Letting out a sigh, you closed all of the books and told him to do the same.

“Ok, here’s what’s going to happen.” placing yourself directly in front of the cross-legged man, garnering his full attention, “I'm going to give you an arm and a leg  and, let's start with the skeletal system, so just tell me all the bones you can remember.”

Lending your hand you took it in his and gave you a nod. Going up the length of your arm finishing at your shoulder blade, he moved to run a hand along your un-bending leg. Starting at your ankle he kept a constant hand on the back of your knee, keeping your leg hanging in the air.

A few mixed up bones later you finally moved on to muscles. Not only did it take far longer but you could tell he was getting frustrated, if the hand gripping your thigh as he tried to name all the muscles there was any telling.

On his fifth try, you gave him some help and just decided to move on, seeing that it wasn't needed for him to know blood vessels just yet, there was only one other thing he had to do.

Male and female anatomy.

You had tried to avoid the topic but that seemed almost impossible at the moment.

“Is something wrong Y/n?” As he spoke you became all too aware of his hand still on your thigh and how he was staring right at you like he could tell exactly what you were thinking, “the next topic is the reproductive system correct?”

“Erm, ye-yeah, but we don’t have to-”

“Don't be silly, we have to get through all the material that will be on the test. May I have the textbook to reference from?” he spoke as if he was ordering food, completely nonchalant. As if his hand wasn't reaching into your skirt and sliding your panties to the side.

“This unit does not require the breasts so you can keep your shirt on.” he continued to slide your underwear from your legs flipping your skirt, pushing you onto your back. Maneuvering you to how he wanted, you holding your legs spread open and close to your chest, he got to work.

“The outer lips, formally known as the labia majora,” he spoke as he ran a finger down, spreading them open to e your hole clench around nothing.  He let out a breath and intently stared at your core.

“Labia minora, inner lips.” running another finger along your lips he collected the wetness that had collected on them, bringing it to his mouth, maintaining eye contact as he licked it clean. “A woman creates a natural lubrication to aid in intercourse.”

Deliberately avoiding your clit, he moved to the urethral opening, passing it quickly. Moving to run a hand along your stomach placing where he thought your cervix and womb lay.

“The clitoris, an organ that is completely dedicated to pleasure.” his thumb rubbing small circles around your bud was the final opus for you to let out all the soft whimpers you had so desperately wanted to let out.

Eye’s shooting to meet yours his thumb moved quicker, drawing more pants and wanton moans from your throat.

“Please Toshi, I wanna-”

Your beg must've ripped him away from whatever daydream he lost himself in, roping his thumb away from your clit, a whine escaping you, he moved to his final destination.

“The vaginal hole, where a man enters a woman and makes her his own. It leads straight through the cervix into the womb.” right as he finished two fingers shoved their way into your pussy.

Reattaching his thumb to your clit, he coaxed moan after moan out of you.

Hitting a spot somewhere deep in you, cunt spasming as he rode out you high with slow strokes, “the g-spot, a small area that aids with the female orgasm.”

Taking his fingers to his mouth once more, he watched you let your legs down and close your eyes to help calm your roaring heart. In your bliss, you felt two lips connect to yours, a soft dance between new lovers.

A forehead rested on your hands and ran up and down your sides placing you back into a sitting position.

“y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“We still have one more thing to do.”

Oh right, this lesson was a two-way street.

Crawling to kneel between his crossed legs you palmed his bulge as he leaned back on the chair, bringing his hands behind his head. He watched you take his cock out of its restraints, wrapping your lips around the tip leaning his pre-cum.

He let you pace yourself, don't complain when you came up to explain what you were doing to what.

On the contrary, you could tell all he wanted to do was push your head down and keep it there until his load stuffed your throat. Realizing this was probably the last time you would have control over the boy.

But all seems worth it when he shows you the A+ on the anatomy test.

Maybe Ushijima Wakatoshi is a good student after all.