#I’m blaming this on how tired I’m and on my headache

[morgluvsconnie]

BOUND, c.springer

chap.4 | violence (m&f), reiner being a bitch, angst(?), mentions of drinking | chap.3

“why you here?”

“wheres that boyfriend of yours?” reiner stood at your door, looking around your house.

“ion got no boyfriend, but you gotta leave. really.” you rubbed your head at the hangover headache that was occurring. “then how come when i sent my friend to you, connie springer was your boyfriend?”

you stared at him for a few seconds. “what’re you talkin about?” you sighed, looking at the ground.

you could see reiner take a step closer, causing your head to shoot up. “you can’t come in my house, what the fuck?” you frowned, stepping back a little.

“you wonder why i’m always pissed off at you, and why i’m always blaming you for shit, but you do shit to make me mad, and you think it’s funny.” reiner looked you up and down.

you felt yourself be suddenly yanked to the side, reiner letting his self in and slamming the door behind him.

you frowned. “what are you talkin about? why are you in my house?” you followed him upstairs to see where he was going.

“i knew he’s in here.” reiner shoved open the door to your room and searched around. the closet, under the bed, everything. messing up your bathroom, throwing things on your bed, making a big ass mess.

“you think i date connie, are you fuckin mental?” you squinted, “and stop throwing shit around my room, get the fuck out of my house.”

“you’re in a relationship with him, tell the truth. no one’s fucking stupid, y/n.” he turned around to look at you, his breathing heavy and his face filled with anger.

“i’m not-”

before you could finish your sentence, you felt a sharp pain on your wrist, and felt yourself being snatched towards reiner. “lie again.” he mumbled, grabbing your by your wrist and the collar of your shirt.

“you think that shits cute?” he whispered.

you were frozen. in any situation, you would’ve fought back. but reiner being much bigger than you, and stronger, you were frozen.

“that hurts…” the words barely came out in even a wince as he shoved you to the side, making your back hit your vanity.

“fuckin cheater. who knows how long you’ve been talking to him? but i’m a bad person.” he muttered the last part, walking back over to you. he grabbed you by your jaw and pulled you back up towards him.

“if i see you with him, im beating his ass.” he shoved your face away, making you stumble back. storming back downstairs and to the front door, he slammed it behind him.

you stared at your floor, your breath coming out hitched as you tried to breathe through your mouth.

you stayed at the ground for a few seconds before looking at your wrist. it started to turn purple.

sniffing, but not crying, at least you didn’t think, you stood up and slowly walked back towards the stairs. looking around, you made your way towards the door and locked it.

as soon as the lock clicked, you felt yourself start to breathe even more heavily as tears filled the corners of your eyes.

rubbing your wrist and walking back upstairs, you didn’t even make it all the way back up before you sat down and inhaled deeply, letting everything out.

it was a silent cry, you weren’t sad, or mad. you were scared. throughout your whole relationship, even the breakups and arguments, reiner never acted that way. maybe he got mad, a lot, but he never put his hands on you.

and who’s to say he wouldn’t do it again? that’s what scared you.

you got up and made your way to your room, looking around at the mess he made. you were already still hungover, your headache was piercing, and you were still tired, even after the shower you took.

you sighed, wiping your face and walking over to your floor, stepping over the broken glass, and putting everything worth value on your bed. you walked over to your bathroom, looking at the broken makeup bottles and the splatters on the wall.

"dumb ass idiot." you mumbled, looking through your makeup to see what you could still use. you were honestly too tired to clean up, but you grabbed your swiffer anyway. towels to put glass in, and put everything back on its original spot.

deserting how empty your vanity looked now, you grabbed your phone and laid back on your now, clean bed.

despite how late you woke up, it wasn’t night time. at least. you took one more glance at your wrist and smacked your lips. your birthday was tomorrow. the dresses you had were all short sleeved, or the long sleeves were somewhat see through. and the makeup that you could easily put over it was gone.

“fuck.” you mumbled to yourself, getting up and walking over to your closet. if you didn’t wanna find something today, you obviously weren’t gonna have enough time to find something tomorrow. you weren’t gonna feel like it either.

in the midst of throwing everything around in your closet, you heard someone continuously ring the doorbell. you froze in one spot and grabbed your robe, walking downstairs.

you looked through your peep hole, letting out a sigh of relief to see sasha. as you opened the door, sasha squealed. “girlll your birthdays just tomorrow!” she hugged you while jumping. “yep.” you smiled and rubbed your eyes.

sasha pulled away and smiled at you, putting her hands on your shoulders before frowning. “oh you look exhausted. is it from last night?” she poked her bottom lip out playfully. “yeah, i’m not ready for tomorrow. at all.” you stretched and sighed, walking over to your couch and grabbing the remote.

“girl, you’ll be fine. that bitch reiner’ll see you and wonder why he did what he did.” sasha walked over to the kitchen, grabbing whatever. it was something different every time she came over. you frowned at what she said a little, forgetting all about him cheating. “yeah..”

“oh, what you think about connie?” she peeped her head around the corner.

“connie?” you looked at her. sasha grinned. “come on, don’t act like there ain’t nothing going on. i see the way he looks at you. he never looks at anybody like that.”

suddenly, sasha’s phone rung. “speak of the bitch.” she smiled, plopping down beside you. she answered the facetime call and spoke. “what.”

“fuck up. now i got a question bout- wait where you at?” you could see connie frown at the camera. it looked like he was at the store or something. “y/n’s house. you wanna say hey?” sasha smiled at you.

“where she at?”

you still had your bonnet on and everything. your luck, but it’s whatever.

sasha turned the camera towards you. you waved silently with a small smile. “heyyy.” connie dragged on, smiling back. “alright, alright. get a room. anyway, what you want?” she rolled her eyes at connie.

“i was bouta ask you sum shit but ima just wait til later.” connie said, looking up from the phone. “see how he wastes time? don’t get his number he’ll call you every hour with nothing to say.” sasha then looked back down at her phone. “get off my phone.” she said before hanging up.

“anyway, back to you.” she looked at you with a sly smile.

“sasha, ion like connie like that. we cool, he’s nice, but i just don’t feel it.” you shrugged. sasha smacked her lips. “don’t even deny it y/n.” she rolled her eyes. you looked her in the eye. “if i liked him, i promise you and mikasa would be the first ones to know. speaking of mikasa, where she at anyway?” you frowned.

sasha got up and shrugged. “somewhere with eren. prolly fuckin.” she laughed before making her way upstairs. you followed behind her, going in your room.

“girl what the fuck happened? why it’s all empty up here?” she ran her hand across your vanity. you sat on your bed. “cleaned it off.”

“righttt. so you got your outfit for tomorrow, right?” she glanced back at you while messing with something. you paused. “shit.” you jumped up and went to your closet, starting to search again.

“really, y/n?” sasha tilted her head and followed behind you. “look, i’ll help you.”

“ion even know what color im wearing.” you mumbled.

sasha laughed. “girl what you been doing? come on.” sasha looked through your closet for a few minutes.

she turned around. “first of all you can wear this dress when we go out to eat.” she held up one of your dresses. “and thennn, when we go out out, you can wear this.” she held up another outfit after searching for a few seconds.

how did she manage to find so many things in your closet you didn’t even know you had?

“where i even get this from? sasha you know how much ass this shows?” i squinted, picking up the second outfit.

“girl, whatever. it doesn’t matter you’re gonna be sexy and tomorrow is all about youuuu!” she kissed your cheek before jumping up.

“okay, you know what hairstyle you’re getting, and nails, and toes?” she tilted her head with her hands on her hips. “i mean… yeah?”

“okay then! now, all you gotta do tonight is sleep. i’ll pick you up tomorrow.” she smiled.

“i can drive the-“

“nooo tomorrow is all about you, you shouldn’t have to drive remember?

you groaned and nodded. sasha hummed. “okay then, anyway, i’m bouta see what connie wants, i’ll call you later. love you, bye!” sasha hurried out of your room and downstairs.

you slowly nodded as you heard the front door close. “love you too.” you mumbled before standing up and putting the outfits on your vanity.

you just needed accessories and whatnot.

you rolled up your sleeve and looked at the bruising on your arm. his hand print showed more as time passed.

you sat back down on your bed, staring at your wrist.

and you’d hate to get emotional, so you just laughed a little. knowing nothing was funny.

“how the hell am i supposed to hide you…”

[st-hedge]

*kisses dmc4 on the mouth* u stupid game

[cutielando]

driving around ~ lando norris

Summary: Lando is dating Max’s sister, who is too stubborn to admit that she is sick.

Words: 1.2k+

Other works: my masterlist

a/n: thank you so much @rayaharper for requesting this !!❤️

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“You’re not driving”

“Why not??” 

“You’re sick, I’m not risking putting you behind the wheel just because you’re stubborn”

You had been bickering like this for nearly 10 minutes now, neither of you wanting to compromise for the other. 

It’s not like you were that sick, you were coughing a bit, with a runny nose, sore muscles and a little temperature. You were basically fine and good to go.

But Lando didn’t agree on that.

He blamed what he called the “Verstappen stubborn gene.” He always made fun of you and your brother, Max, for sharing that stubborn trait that he hated so much.

It was also because he was a stubborn person as well, which meant that you would oftentimes clash regarding pretty much everything.

Just like you were doing now.

You were insisting to drive you and Lando to the track so he could get some more rest and the boy was having none of it.

“Just because I’m a little sick doesn’t mean I’m incapable of driving, Lando” you complained, rolling your eyes which hurt right in your sinuses.

That should have been the first sign to stop you from being so adamant to drive, but you weren’t about to give up so easily.

“Little sick? You’ve been burning up for 2 days and can barely get any sleep without waking up in cold sweat. You hardly eat anything and your sinuses are clogged” he reasoned, making you look at him.

He was right. Everything he was saying was the truth.

But it still didn’t sway you.

“It’s just a cold, I can manage just fine” you said before opening the door and getting into the driver’s seat.

Lando sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He hates how stubborn you were at times, and he knew that his attempts to get you to let him drive would be in vain.

With that being said, he just sighed once again and got into the passenger seat.

“Just so we’re clear, I don’t condone this and I’m really not okay with you driving in this state” he said once he buckled up, tracking your every movement with his eyes.

“Babe, I’ll be fine. It’s just a short ride, it’s not like I’ll be driving for hours” you attempted to soothe him, but it clearly wasn’t working.

He only hummed and looked back at the road, keeping an eye on you from the corner of his eye.

As you started the relatively short drive from your hotel and towards the track, you could slowly feel your eyes burning, the soreness in your muscles escalating with each minute and your headache coming in strong.

It was in those moments that you knew he had been right and you shouldn’t have insisted on driving. You could feel nausea coming quickly onto your body, making you swallow harshly in order to tame it for now.

You had barely made it to the track safely, Lando already knowing that you would be way too tired to even watch the race after this.

“I told you so” he said, standing beside you as you weakly managed to get out of the car.

You glared at him, the movement hurting your sinuses even more. 

“I just wanted you to get some more rest before we got here” you said, pouting at him with glossy eyes.

He sighed when he looked at you, bringing you into his arms right away. He kissed your forehead, frowning once he felt how hot you were and saw how sick you actually looked.

“I know you did, but baby, you’re sick. I don’t want to rest when you’re feeling like this, I want to take care of you. And I can’t do that when you argue with me and put me on the spot for wanting to help you” he said, gently trying to make you see that he only wanted what was best for you.

Deep down, you knew you had been wrong, and right now in Lando’s arms, you realized just how much you had needed his warmth and his hug.

“I’m sorry for being stubborn” your voice was small, but he still heard you.

“Come on, let’s get you to hospitality and find some medicine and a quiet place to rest for you” he let go of you and opened the door to take your bags, taking your hand and leading you to the McLaren hospitality.

He manages to avoid the paparazzi on the way to the motorhome, keeping you close to his body.

Once you got to the motorhome, Jon was waiting for Lando there, his eyebrows instantly furrowing once he saw the state you were in.

“What’s wrong with her?” Jon asked Lando once he sat you down at a table and wrapped his jacket around your body.

Lando sighed, looking back at how you were practically sleeping on the chair before he turned around to talk to his trainer.

“She’s been sick for the past few days and today she insisted on driving us to the track even when I told her she’s too sick to drive. We just barely got here okay because she got worse on the road” he explained, his voice hushed as he kept stealing glances at his passed out girlfriend.

“Have you talked to her doctor or something?” Jon asked worriedly, caring for you just as much as Lando ever since the two of you were introduced.

Lando nodded. “I did, she said we should just wait for it to pass, that she should get plenty of rest and shouldn’t do much, but you know how she is” he explained further.

“You have one stubborn girlfriend, mate” Jon joked, bumping his shoulder in order to help the driver relax.

Lando chuckled, nodding knowingly. 

Just as he was about to say something else, you whined as you started to wake up, trying to wrap the jacket even tighter around your body.

“Lan?” your voice was small, your eyes slowly blinking open.

“I’m here, baby. Come on, let’s get you to a room where you can rest up. Jon will look after you” he said while picking you up bridal style.

The three of you made your way upstairs to a free room, Lando immediately bundled you up in your blankets that he brought for you and helped you take your medicine.

Even in your current state, somewhere between reality and sleep, you realized just how much you needed to rest and how truly sick you were.

“Thank you for taking care of me and sorry for insisting on driving today” you said when he finished fussing over you and leaned down to kiss your forehead.

Lando shook his head, brushing a strand of your hair from your eyes.

“Don’t apologize, just get some rest and I’ll see you after practice, okay?” you nodded, settling into the tiny bed and allowing yourself to succumb to your sleep.

Lando left you in the room partly against his will, but with the reassurance that Jon would take care of you while he was in the car.

And, at the end of the day, he was always going to take care of you, no matter what.

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[crxss01]

— Finally

pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ percy jackson x reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ you and percy confess to each other after an argument while you both fought a monster.

warnings ✧˖ ° violence (they are fighting a monster), making out in the middle of a fight, curse words.

m. list, main m.list.

"you do know that this is all your fault, right?" percy yelled at you as you both fought the scythian dracanae side by side.

"my fault? what the fuck are you—" you looked at him in disbelief but then regretted doing so when the she-monster took the opportunity to take a swing at you with one of her serpent trunks.

percy deflected the attack that was made towards you, pushing you out of the way. "stay focus!" he yelled.

"i will when you stop blaming every misfortune on me!" you yelled and attacked the female reptile.

"sssssstop, your argument givessss me a headache!" the monster demanded.

"you can get headaches?" percy asked with a chuckled.

you couldn't deny that it sounded so goddamn attractive, and it made you more mad than you were already.

"shut up, percy." you told him. "stay focus, remember?"

"here you go again." he complained, now fighting the dracanae on his own as you were knocked off your feet. "you okay?"

"yes, i'm okay." you answered, just laying there for a second going over memories of decisions you had made and regretting them before standing back up and holding onto your sword tightly.

"good, because you keep getting distracted. stop that or you will get yourself killed."

this bitch.

you rolled your eyes but he was right, you needed to stay focus on the fight. you briefly wondered why it was taking so long since percy was an excellent fighter and he could've killed the dracanae in five minutes flat.

"why. haven't. you. kill. this. thing." you panted out, landing a blow after each word.

"i don't know, maybe i wanted to spend time with you." he said sarcastically or at least you thought it was.

"very funny." you said dryly, why did he have to play with you like that.

"is not a joke though." percy said, feeling a bust of courage.

your head snapped to him so fast that you thought you might have gotten whiplash. "what?"

"look, i know this isn't the most convenient moment to say this but i’m full of adrenaline so imma take the chance to tell you that i like you." percy sighed and stopped fighting.

the dracanae stood there staring at the scene of you two completely forgetting about her.

"unfortunately for you..." you made a face, just for the drama of it and watched percy's face slowly fall. "i like you too."

percy let out a dry chuckle, throwing his head back with another sigh then shaking his head. "i hate you so much..." he mumbled then walked to you.

he grabbed your face between his hands and attached his lips to yours. you dropped your sword, putting your arms around his neck and kissing him back with as much passion as he was. it was so addicting, the smell of sea salt and the taste of blueberries of his lips was driving you crazy from just a few seconds of kissing.

you two separated then leaned back in after taking a few deep breath's, this was exactly what you needed right now. you could kiss him all day and not get tired of it. his hands came down from your face to your neck, to your shoulder until they rested against your hips.

"how dare you two do thissssss infront of me!! thisss issss—" the dracanae got interrupted by the humidity coming off the ground and turning to water that engulfed around her, drowning her voice inside of it.

you unfortunately couldn't see that at the time because you were too busy kissing percy jackson, your boyfriend? maybe.

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[rosequarzo]

that boy is mine.

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა • ! alhaitham + reader reader is female established relationship modern + college au ☆ warning not proofread . . . !? & 1064— catalogue

note. listening to that boy is mine gave me an idea so, here you go. this is so messy i hate this... i might delete but we'll see... tagging @rninies

There is no doubt that Alhaitham is popular. Incredibly popular, in fact but not that you could blame them. Who wouldn’t fall victim to his handsome, stoic and quiet personality? It goes without saying that he has gathered a concerning figure of fans. Heck, there was even a fanclub made just for him. Dating the famous guy on campus proved to be a difficult task for you, since you have to restrain yourself from jumping on them whenever they looked at your boyfriend with a dreamy expression. 

No one knew that you were dating, no one other than your circle of friends of course. It was thanks to Kaveh barging into his roommate’s room without knocking the door, only to stumble upon the sight of Alhaitham hovering over you on the bed and the rest was history. Although, you were glad that your peers have known about your relationship, as it proves to be a difficult task trying to keep it low. 

“Hey, look. She’s trying again,” Cyno nudges you with his elbow, pointing ahead of him and you follow his direction with your eyes. 

The sight before you greets you with distaste and faint jealousy. It was none other than the newly-transferred student, approaching your boyfriend and attempting to engage him in a conversation. Keyword: attempting. Everyone knew how Alhaitham was; ignoring the public but when it comes to you, his focus was entirely on you; like you were the only one that matters to him. Kaveh sniggered; amused with how Alhaitham was ignoring the student, focused on reading his book. 

“Don’t you get tired of people chasing after your boyfriend?” Kaveh asked, reaching out to steal your fries, only to flinch when you slapped his hand away. 

“No, not really. In fact, I found it funny and chose to watch for my entertainment,” you shrugged your shoulders, focused on observing the scene unfold itself from the sidelines. 

None of you could hear what the student was saying, due to the distance between the two of you but you could tell she was starting to become irritated, judging from the way she furrowed her eyebrows and her lips curling downwards. The next thing you knew, she had the audacity to pull him back when Alhaitham was about to leave. The mere sight of their hands touching made you see red. You shot up from your seat, startling your friends and they watched, dumbfounded as you stormed your way towards them. 

“Uh, do you think we should stop (Name)?” Kaveh asked, getting worried about what’s about to happen. 

“Nah, this is going to be good,” Cyno shook his head, pulling out his phone and getting ready to record the chaos. Tighnari merely lets out an exasperated sigh, feeling a headache forming. 

“...think you are doing? Let me go,” Alhaitham’s annoyed voice rung through your ears as you got closer to them. 

The student huffs, standing her ground and meets his eyes with a defiant gaze in them. “Look, why are you not interested in me? I can be anything you want and besides, there’s no harm in giving us a try.” 

Alhaitham scowls, eyes narrowing. “I’m afraid you’re misunderstanding something. There is no us.” 

“But-” 

“Hey, do you mind letting him go?” You interrupted, standing behind the girl and flashed her a closed-eye smile; a smile that was anything but friendly. 

You saw how your boyfriend’s eyes widened slightly, surprised to see you but you ignored him, focused on getting rid of the unwanted presence standing between the two of you. The student fully turned, eyeing you up and down with disgust written all over her face. 

“And who are you supposed to be? We’re having a conversation here,” she asked. 

You arched an eyebrow. “I’m his girlfriend, you dumb bitch. Don’t make me repeat myself: let him go.” 

It seems like she was more stubborn than you thought, for she didn't believe your words and laughed. “You’re his girlfriend? Yeah right, like I believe that.” 

Humming, you walked around her to stand beside Alhaitham. You could see how your friends were looking at you from the corner of your eyes. At this point, everyone nearby was looking at you and why not put on a little show for them? Without warning, you grabbed your boyfriend by the collar of his shirt, harshly tugging him down and kissed him fully on the lips. Your abrupt action elicited a high-pitched scream from Kaveh and a round of startled sounds from the public. If you listened closely, you could make out the faint cheering sound from Cyno. 

The kiss ended as fast as it happened, much to Alhaitham’s disappointment. When you pulled away, you were greeted with the satisfying sight of the student staring at you, rendered speechless. Her eyes were wide open to the point they might have popped out from its sockets. You smiled and shot her an arrogant grin.

“Well? Does that answer your question?” You taunt. 

Utterly humiliated in front of everyone, she had no choice but to flee the scene. The nearby people soon went back to minding their business once the drama had ended, and the two of you returned to where your friends were. 

“Wow, I didn’t know you had that in you. Not bad,” Kaveh gave you a thumbs-up before turning to his roommate who sat down beside you. 

“So Alhaitham, how does it feel now that your relationship is exposed?” He asked. 

“I don’t see how it’s any of your business,” he retorted, his hand moving to rest on your thigh underneath the table; hidden from everyone’s eyes. 

“Tch, you and that shitty personality of yours,” the blond grumbled, making you laugh. 

“All’s well that ends well. Hopefully no one will dare to confess to you anymore,” you pointed out and your words made a faint smirk form on Alhaitham’s handsome face. 

“Don’t tell me you were jealous,” he taunts, faint mischief glimmered in his eyes. 

“I was not,” you defended yourself, hating how he had turned the tables on you. 

“Uh huh, whatever you say love,” he nods his head, obviously not buying your lie. 

The sudden pet name used made your cheeks flushed red followed by Kaveh making disgusted sounds in front of the two of you. “Ew, you two should get a room.” 

“We did but due to a certain someone, our time-”

“Alhaitham!” 

[littledovesnow]

young!coryo x fem!reader fluff

a/n: fluff fluff fluff i love fluff !!!!!! hoep u little snakes like it too <3

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Staring at the clock on the wall, you wanted nothing more than to be back in your bed, tea in your hand.

You felt the headache start not long after you woke this morning but thought nothing of it as you gathered your Academy uniform, putting the blame on the new perfume your younger sister was trying.

A soft nudge on your right drew your attention away from the clock, your boyfriend looking over at you curiously.

“Hm?”

“Are you feeling alright? You’re usually one of the few who willingly engages in this dreadful class.”

Coriolanus gestured to the literature class going on around you two, the professor going on about something or another.

Shrugging, you twirled the pen in your hand. “I’m fine, Coryo. Just a little tired.”

Narrowing his eyes, Coriolanus didn’t believe you one bit, but he also knew you well enough to realize that you weren’t going to budge.

“Grandma’am and Tigris went out for the day, you can come rest at my place after classes.” He was privy to your rambunctious home life- two younger siblings and parents who only knew how to fight with one another.

Smiling, you thanked your boyfriend before trying to focus on the rest of the lesson.

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Staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror, you were half temped to bribe the Peacekeepers stationed at the back exit of the Citadel and skip the rest of your day. What you thought couldn’t get any worse had surprised you in the worst way possible.

Taking a deep breath, you made sure the slight wave of nausea was out of your system before joining your classmates in the bustling hallways, wanting to avoid a certain blonde’s eye.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You jumped as Clemensia came alongside of you, worry evident on her face.

Sighing, you felt you façade crumble just a bit, confiding in the black-haired girl. “I’m starting to think I’m getting a migraine.”

They were a rarity in your life, you could only count on one hand the number of migraines you could remember, but they gave you hell every time.

Clemensia’s worried frown deepened, unsure of how to help. “Do you want me to get Coriolanus or anything? See if Casca could spare a morphling bottle?”

Shaking your head, you softly groaned at the pain it caused. “No, no don’t get Coryo. He’s got enough on his plate already, he doesn’t need to worry about me, too.”

“You’re kidding if you think he doesn’t worry about you.” Clemensia replied, following you to an emptier hallway, taking your bag while you unscrewed the water bottle.

You gave the girl a look, dropping the now-empty bottle into your bag. “Do not tell Coriolanus. If I still feel like this in a little I’ll tell him.”

Clemensia could see it on your face, you had no intentions of telling your boyfriend, but she didn’t want to interfere, unsure of how Coriolanus would react if he head the news from someone else.

“Whatever you say. Now come on, Casca will probably put us in the Games if we’re late to class again.”

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Coriolanus knew you weren’t telling him something when you didn’t respond to Arachne’s dig at your clothing, something you two were known to bicker about.

He scootched his chair over towards you, lacing your hands together. “You sure it’s just tiredness? Because I don’t think I’ve ever seen you not bite back at Arachne, even after our anniversary.”

You felt your cheeks flush at the comment, but you chose to otherwise ignore that part of his comment. “Maybe I have a headache, too.”

Frowning, Coriolanus chewed on his lip. He knew you’ve suffered from migraines and knew that sitting in a classroom wasn’t the best way to get rid of one. “A migraine?” He whispered, not wanting to aggravate the ache anymore.

“A small one. But it’s really nothing, I’ll be fine.” You admitted, still not letting him in on the full truth. “Now shush. I’m not in the mood for Dean Highbottom to unleash whatever punishment he’ll come up with if he catches us talking.”

Coriolanus remained quiet for the rest of class, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the pulse point on your wrist.

As soon as he dismissed the class, Coriolanus was on his feet, grabbing both his and your bags. “Come on, let’s go home.”

You rose after him, grabbing onto Coriolanus’ blazer as the world tilted for a moment. “Hold on.”

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” He asked, setting the bags down to hold your other elbow, keeping you steady.

“Just a little dizzy. Nothing I haven’t experienced before.”

Growing tired of your half-truths, Coriolanus let out an exasperated sigh. “You don’t have to lie to me about how you feel.”

You popped an eye open, seeing worry and anger written over your boyfriend’s face. “Fine, fine. I feel like I was hit by a train, okay? My head’s hurt all day and I nearly threw up after Festus showed us his lunch.”

Coriolanus swore under his breath, helping you to your feet. “You should’ve said something earlier. I’m sure you could’ve left and rested.”

“I’m sure all would have been fine if I suddenly disappeared, Snow. Remember what happened when I left a few months ago for my grandmother’s funeral?”

Coriolanus did indeed remember; he was nearly expelled for the reign of terror he caused after noticing your mysterious disappearance.

“That’s what I thought.” You mumbled, squinting as the bright clouds increased your headache tenfold. “Jesus, when did it get so bright out?”

“I have a few train tokens left, come on. It’ll be faster than walking, and it’s darker in there.” Coriolanus passed the two tokens over to a Peacekeeper, who in turn let you two onto the train heading to the Corso.

-break-

Collapsing on your boyfriend’s bed, you hummed in content when he drew the curtains closed. The walk up to his family’s penthouse nearly took you out, but a promise of hot tea and a nap gave you the strength to make it up.

“At least change before you sleep, don’t crease your uniform.” Coriolanus toed off his shoes, moving your own heels out of the way to avoid a potential tripping hazard.

You groaned, but sat up and shed the maroon blazer and coordinating button-up shirt. “What would I do without you, Coryo?”

Grinning, your boyfriend threw on a pair of more comfortable clothing, helping you into an outfit you kept in a drawer at his place. “Suffer through Arachne’s awful opinions and Festus’ crude remarks alone, I presume.”

You blindly threw a hand out, lightly slapping your boyfriend’s thigh. “Be nice, Coryo.”

 Coriolanus laughed quietly, joining you on the bed. “Life is more fun when being bad, you know that.” He quipped, right hand going to rub soothing circles on your back. “Go to sleep, the faster you get over this migraine, the faster we can practice for our next anniversary.”

You were already nearly asleep, Coriolanus guessed, otherwise you would have had a stronger reaction than a simple snort.

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a/n: hey send requests that would be dope but i won't write smut it's not my vibe

[dylan-o-yumm]

Little Moments - Leon S. Kennedy/reader

It has been a hot minute... I’m sorry I’m not making an amazing come back with DMC or Nero content, but hey at least it's still Capcom? Anyway, Leon is babygirl 

Also read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46338547

Words: 6.6k Summary: Leon rescued both you and Ashley from the events of RE4, now the thereof you are "relaxing" in a hotel, unwinding before Leon has to take you both home in the morning.

Part 1, Part 2

“I could sleep for a year.”

“Just a year? Rookie numbers.”

“Are you guys kidding me? I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep a wink after everything I’ve seen over the last few days.” Ashley wrapped her arms around herself and looked wearily around the cozy hotel room, as if a crazy, plaga-infected Spanish person was going to jump out from the shadows. You couldn’t blame her for being so on edge, you’d be the same if Leon wasn’t there with you.

Ashley was the president's daughter and you were… just someone who was in that damn village at the wrong damn time. Leon was a special agent of some sort, somebody the president sent to find his daughter— but Leon just so happened to find you first. He saved you. And then he saved you again. And again, and again. No matter what happened, you knew Leon would be there like a knight in shining armor.

He made you feel safe but, the poor guy looked like shit and needed to finally rest. He had done so much work, busted his ass for— fuck, was it really only a day? Two days? You can’t remember how long you were there, let alone how long Leon was there looking for Ashley — and by proxy, you as well.

“Ash, it’s fine. We’re out of the village now. And even if some of the Iluminados freaks managed to escape, well… you saw how they were after their lord and savior kicked the bucket.” You turned to face Leon, gesturing for a little reassurance to come from him. Hopefully hearing it come from Leon would calm Ashley’s nerves somewhat.

Leon blinked and his lips parted as if he hadn’t been listening to a single word that had been said since he commented on how you wanted to sleep for a year. However he snapped back to hero mode rather quickly, looking around the room while he stretched his back muscles.

“I’ll stay up and make sure you’re safe. My job isn’t done yet.”

You and Ashley both shared a look.

“I think out of all of us, you need sleep the most, Leon.” Ashley told him with a concerned look on her face and you nodded in agreement. You opened your mouth to add your insight but Leon raised his hand to stop you, already knowing that you were going to demand that he sleep before you knock him out with a frying pan.

“I dozed off a few times at the village, I’ll be fine.” He shrugged as if it really didn’t bother him but you could see the exhaustion all over his face and in his shoulders, his muscles. Hell he had an aura around him that beamed like a bright neon sign that made you tired just by looking at him.

“It’s just one night. I’ll take you both home tomorrow and then I can go home and sleep for as long as I want, how’s that sound?”

“Leon…” Ashley sighed but you beat her to the punch.

“I’m too tired to argue. Just, at least sit down or something. I’ll make you some coffee,” you sighed and rubbed your forehead where a sharp headache started to irritate you. You dealt with too many loud noises; explosions, gunshots, too many bright lights from flash grenades and fires from molotovs, and the screaming and yelling of the Illuminados or Ashley or yourself. Everything from that damn village and the island, up until the point of getting out of the ocean after a long, loud and bumpy ride on a jet ski, was all building up into one big headache.

Leon didn’t have anything else to say after that, opting to do as you said and taking a seat on the couch by the window. You moved to the small kitchen and started boiling water while Ashley said she was going to go have a shower.

The three of you were still pretty filthy. The ocean water washed some of the grime off, but the stench still lingered and you all had scrapes, cuts and bruises. Your body ached from all the running around and getting thrown about and whacked and hit and kicked by the crazy villagers. Leon took the brunt of it all though, which is why you were worried about him the most. He really needed to rest. For a week. Or in your words; a year.

You all did.

Once the coffee was made, you brought a mug out for Leon, pausing for a moment to watch as he yawned so intensely his eyes started watering. Though, when he noticed you looking at him, he quickly shut his mouth and rubbed his eyes, pretending he hadn’t just been fighting off the urge to sleep. He gave you a little half smile and went back to unwrapping the bandage from his arm to check one of his many wounds.

You could have teased him for yawning, you could have angrily told him to get some sleep. But you didn’t.

“Need any stitching up?” You asked as you placed his mug on the coffee table in front of him, holding a second mug in your hand and moving it to your lap as you sat down on the couch beside him. The heat from the mug warmed your hands and made you feel more at ease.

”No. I could do with a good massage though,” he replied with a small grunt, rolling his shoulder out and you got a good look at his bicep. There was a scratch from an ax being thrown at him that, thankfully, only just nicked him. A long, but thankfully, not deep gash from his battle against Saddler. And finally a large bruise that spanned from his shoulder down to his elbow in an odd splotchy pattern. You weren’t sure what that one was from but you could take at least a dozen guesses.

You weren’t sure if he was asking you to give him a massage or not— he sure did like his cheesy one-liners and little quips, maybe this was one of them?

“Get in line, buddy. I don’t think I’ll physically be able to get out of bed in the morning,” yeah, that was a good common ground to avoid any confusion and possible embarrassment.

“It will be tough, yeah…” you could tell he was speaking from experience. How many crazy missions like this had this poor man been through? “You handled yourself well out there. I want you to know that.”

He turned his gaze to your direction but he didn’t quite meet your eye. He sounded genuine though and it made your heart skip a beat.

“You mean by… running, hiding, screaming. Oh yeah I handled myself very well,” you chuckled sarcastically and brought your cup of coffee to your lips, taking a sip.

“Hey, just because you didn’t kill anything, doesn’t mean you weren’t tough or brave,” now he finally met your eye. His own eyes, so incredibly blue that it was hard to remember them glossing over and turning a dull red from the plagas only a few hours ago.

Was that a few hours ago? It felt like it had been days since that happened.

You didn’t know how to respond, and thankfully Leon spoke up again before you could.

“Are you drinking coffee?”

“Maybe.”

“You’re not trying to stay awake, are you?”

“I don’t think even coffee could help me stay awake at this point.” Was it a lie? No. Was it a small truth that you admitted so that you didn’t have to reveal the big truth? Possibly. You were definitely too tired for coffee to keep you awake, but you were also trying to stay awake, at least a little longer, so that Leon wouldn’t have to suffer through the night alone. You couldn’t imagine what kind of thoughts he must have when it got quiet, when he wasn’t busying himself by running around castles or villages, or killing monsters.

You were tired. But so was Leon and this was the least you could do for him… You just couldn’t tell him that’s what you were doing, or he would probably knock your ass out.

You’re not a fighter. You’re not a cool secret agent with gadgets, nor were you a military trained soldier who could turn anything into a weapon. You couldn’t do the things Leon could do, you couldn’t protect him, you couldn’t save him from monsters…

Staying awake for a night just to keep him company so that he didn’t have to suffer alone? It wasn’t grand, it was nothing like the magnitude of favors and rescues he had done for you over the last however many days. But it was something. You couldn’t really do much else.

Maybe you should give him that damn massage.

“So why are you doing all of this, Leon?” You asked, wanting to change the subject so he wouldn’t figure out your little plan. He raised an eyebrow at you over his cup of coffee and you elaborated. “You came to the village because of the president's orders, right? To save Ashley… So what made you want to work for the president of all people? Or is that classified information?” You teased, knowing damn well it could definitely be very classified.

Leon chuckled.

“It’s a little classified, yeah. But I will tell you that… I met a girl a few years ago. And I want to make sure she’s safe,” he nodded softly to himself, as if reminding himself why he just went through all the horrors of the village. His already soft features softened even more as he thought about this girl.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“I think that’s illegal considering she’s a child,” he smirked slightly, as you looked down at your lap in embarrassment. “She escaped Raccoon City with me and another woman named Claire.”

“Is she your girlfriend?” You asked again, emphasis on the ‘she’ and a little teasing smile on your lips.

“Suddenly interested in my love life, huh?”

“Maybe I’m just trying to be a good wingman for Ashley. You know she’s crushing hard for you.”

“Oh this is for Ashley, huh?” His lips curl in amusement and you shrug, playing innocent. You both smile at one another as the world seems to stop spinning for a moment. Everything was quieter, the sound of rushing water from Ashley’s shower had even been drowned out, and now it was just you and Leon. You could breathe, you could take your time and just look at him, taking in the fine details of his face; the color of his irises, the sharpness of his jaw, the dip of his cupid's bow, the pinkness of his lips and the strongness of his chin.

Beautiful.

Inside and out, this man was… beautiful.

He was looking at you too, but it was different. His eyes dimmed, no longer shining along with his smile… it was like a part of him had left and gone somewhere else, no longer sitting right beside you. He looked through you, barely seeing you at all as he reminded himself of his job and why he was here. His smile faded and his eyes dropped, refusing to meet your gaze anymore.

You were admiring everything about him, and he was slowly drifting away from you. Like two ships passing in the night.

“Look… I can’t— I can’t have someone—“ he sighed and scooted closer to you on the couch, resting his gloved hand over the top of yours that was still holding your coffee mug. He was warm, even the leather of his glove was warm and it grounded you– it was a little prickly from where it had torn and frayed a little, from welding guns and knives all day long. His hand squeezed yours once, his pinky resting against the pulse point on your wrist. “I just can’t. Sorry...”

He was definitely not talking about Ashley anymore. You were only teasing and joking around about his relationship status, and you knew that he was far too good for you. Thanks to your low self esteem, and your confidence in Leon never being capable of looking at you the way you looked at him… that ship sailed hours and hours ago, practically when you very first laid eyes on him… But his words still felt like a knife to your heart for some reason.

You blinked once, shaking yourself out of the trance you had put yourself in, and your lips parted. You weren’t sure if you wanted to say something, or if you were going to say something, or if you should have said anything at all. But thankfully—

“Leon! Your turn! You stink. Who knew saving some damsels in distress was such tough work, huh?” Ashley teased as she burst out of the bathroom looking completely refreshed and clean. Her hair was twisted up into her towel while she wore the same clothes she wore in the village. Maybe you could go in search for some robes the three of you could wear or something— at least just for the night. You could go buy some clothes in the morning before the three of you headed back to your respective homes.

You and Leon jumped apart and refused to look at one another, as if you had been caught doing something naughty by your parents. If a hand on yours was considered naughty then you never wanted to be pure. Leon took a final sip of his coffee before placing the mug back down on the coffee table, and when he stood, he looked at Ashley, vaguely gesturing towards her. “Will you two be okay while I’m gone? I’ll only be a few minutes.”

“Leon please. The only thing we’re in danger from right now is your body odor,” she teased even more, skipping over to grab Leon’s arm and ushering him towards the bathroom. “Im stronger than I look, don’t make me wrestle you into the shower, Leon.”

You blushed at the thought of Ashley and Leon anywhere near a shower together.

“Alright,” he chuckled but paused in the doorway of the bathroom, finally looking towards you again, but you were silent and didn’t quite know how to feel or react. “Yell if you need me, okay?” It was directed towards the both of you but his eyes were burning a hole into your face.

You simply nodded. And Leon disappeared behind the bathroom door.

———————————————————

“Need me to tuck you in or something?” Leon asked teasingly as he walked over to you. Ashley was fast asleep in one of the single beds, having passed out when you went for your shower after Leon. The three of you were clean, dressed in robes (well Leon wasn't), all comfy— but very tired. No amount of coffee could help.

You were sitting on the armchair by the second single bed, (there were only two but Leon said he was fine sleeping on the couch— this was obviously before he stupidly agreed to just not sleep at all for the night) a book in your lap, one that the hotel just had laying in the small bookshelf. It was terrible and not your idea of a good time at all, but there wasn’t much else to do. You could watch tv but you didn’t want the noise to keep Ashley up.

“Tell you a bedtime story?” He offered once you didn’t say anything to his first teasing question. “I don’t know how good of a story teller I am…”

“I'm fine, Leon. Thanks though,” you smiled up at him. You weren’t mad and you weren’t holding a grudge, you were just confused and felt a little awkward from your previous conversation with him. And with you acting awkward it only made things even more awkward— it… had been a rough few days.

“Okay…” he watched you skeptically for a moment. “Are you worried about falling asleep? I had the same problem after Raccoon City.”

“No-“

“Because I don’t mind staying up, and I can sit closer to your bed if it makes you feel any better?”

“Leon-“

“Ashley’s already knocked out so she won’t mind if I’m keeping an extra close eye on you until you fall asleep.”

“I'm fine. I swear. I just don’t feel like sleeping right now is all…” You looked up at him and smiled, closing your book to lightly wack his stomach with it. He took a step back and placed his hand over the spot you just walked, looking down with a faint smile.

“Right…” he nodded, sighing as he fell back onto your bed, spreading his legs like all men do, and resting his elbows on his knees. His upper body was leaning towards you where you sat on the armchair in between the window and the bed and, feeling a heat make its way onto your cheeks, you quickly went back to reading your book.

“What are you reading?” His voice was lower and softer than it was just a second ago, it sent shivers down your spine.

“I couldn’t tell you. I haven’t taken in a single word since I picked it up,” you looked back over at him and smiled with a small shrug as if to say ‘what can you do?’

“Riveting stuff. I guess it’s better than fighting monsters though.”

“I wouldn’t know, you fought all the monsters for me,” you sassed, as if you were disappointed that you didn’t get to fight anything, when in reality, you know you would have died if you had to go up against one of those crazy villagers. And Leon was taking on half of Spain it felt like, plus those that grew into large monsters with tentacles and big yellow eyes and slime and spikes and goop.

“Well hey, you threw a flash grenade at that Mendez guy for me.”

“I forgot to pull the pin…”

“Yeah, but he looked pretty pissed off when it hit his shin. It was a good throw,”

“I was aiming for his head…” You bit your lip.

Leon sighed and looked down, not knowing how to find the bright side of that little tidbit. A beat passed before you started to chuckle, and so did he. “I know one thing you did that saved my ass.”

“What’s that?” Your tone was humorous, thinking he was going to tease you again. It wasn’t like you did much, especially compared to Leon. Just the fact that he said ‘I know ONE thing you did that saved my ass’ is proof that you obviously didn’t do enough. However, maybe that’s for the best as you definitely would have gotten into even more trouble if you started being reckless.

“Luis’ lab…” he looked down at his hands as he spoke.”I was losing it, I could hardly see, I couldn’t move my body properly. I think I even started hallucinating.” His eyebrows jumped a little as he recalled those moments in his head. It wasn’t very pleasant for you either, but Leon had a lot more of those moments than you did. “I don’t think Ashley and I would have made it if you weren’t there,”

“I think I was just yelling at you the whole time. I was scared.” It was true. You were scared of losing both him and Ashley, and having to find a way off the island on your own. You recalled yelling at Leon while he stumbled through the hallways with an unconscious Ashley in his arms. ‘Hurry the fuck up, Leon!’ and ‘don’t fall down! Get back up! Now!’

“Your yelling got me to keep moving, gave me something to focus on.”

“Well... You’re welcome,” you whispered, looking down at your lap bashfully. Your teeth worried your bottom lip, making it feel a bit tingly and numb. Once you gained the courage to look back up and meet Leon’s gaze — his eyes already on you, watching you intently — you exhaled slowly through your nose and faintly shook your head.

“You’re so annoying,” you whispered.

“Yeah,” he whispered back.

He didn’t look amused, more like... he was agreeing with your statement. He didn’t even look like a kicked puppy, he had just accepted that it was his time to be knocked back down a couple pegs.

His eyes focused on yours while yours focused on his lips. God he was so annoying. And it was even more annoying knowing that he wasn’t doing any of this on purpose. He was just... like that. It was impossible not to like him, not to dream up some fantasy of you and him being closer, more intimate. Impossible not to imagine how soft his lips might be and how his hair might feel between your fingers, and how his rough hands might caress you so gently.

A heart breaker. That’s what he was.

Even Ashley was in the same trap as you — could you even call it a trap when Leon wasn’t aware he had set it, and you and Ashley had both practically willingly jumped into it? You heard her little hints, her little compliments. Calling him dashing and trying to get him to work with her once his mission was over. And you couldn't even blame her! You wanted more time with him as well.

“I wish I never met you,” you whispered, more softly than you had previously been speaking.

“Where would you be without me?” He whispered back just as gently.

His pearly whites faintly peaked out from behind his lips, barely visible but just enough to know that he was fighting off a smile. The corners of your lips twitched upward slightly as you fought off your own smile.

You leaned in.

He didn’t move away.

You leaned in more.

The hint of a smile had left his face and his eyes dropped down to your lips. His own lips parted and his brows twitching- itching to pull together, as he fought with himself. You could see it all — how he wanted to run, how he wanted to pull away, how he was worried and maybe even a little scared. But that wasn’t all, you could also see how he wanted to lean in and give you exactly what you wanted, because he wanted it too.

Conflicting.

You moved in gently and cautiously, your eyelids slowly closing. You weren’t sure if he moved in towards you, or if you managed to get closer to him in your eagerness, but you could feel his breath against your skin a second after your eyes closed. Your noses were the first to touch.

You breathed in, and Leon let out a shaky breath that you couldn’t only feel, but hear as well since you were so close to him. You angled your head to the side slightly, feeling your way out with the tip of your nose as it slowly and gently slid down the side of his nose bridge and poked the inner corner of his cheek.

Your lips ghosted his, feeling him ever so slightly. The softness, the warmth. You shuddered.

Your lips parted, so did his. Your lips pressed softly against his top lip while his pressed against your bottom lip, delighting yourself in how soft his lips were and how inviting they felt. You could only hope you had the same effect on him. He wasn’t pulling away, he leaned in closer, much to your surprise and his hand slowly reached out to lay flat against your knee.

You applied just the tiniest amount of pressure with your lips before pulling back, needing air. Your cheeks were warm, your eyes glossy, and your lips just a little wet from where Leon’s lips had pressed.

You licked your lips, wanting to taste more of him. He did the same. The both of you staring into each other's souls, eyes flickering to each other's lips, then eyes, then back to lips. Not a word was uttered between you two before he leaned forward this time and pressed his lips against yours.

Your heart skipped a beat.

His kiss was just as, if not more, gentle than yours, thinking he would be a little rough or just— anything but so gentle. As if you were more fragile than glass, more fragile than the finest porcelain. Like you were thin paper sat out in the rain, and one little breeze would tear you to pieces.

He kissed you. He wanted this. What was he talking about earlier with his ‘I can’t’? He was doing it right now and you never ever wanted him to stop.

Keeping your lips connected to his, you slowly rose from your seat, hands coming to slide over Leon’s shoulders. He leaned backwards — only his lower body, while his lips refused to leave yours, as he gave you space to sit down with him on the bed. His large, warm hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer and keeping you close.

Your lips parted for a short breath only to close around his bottom lip a second after. But when his lips parted, he didn’t bother gaining more air, he simply worked your mouth open and found your tongue with his own. The sound of wet lip smacking soon filled the room, along with faint panting and pauses for quick breaths — gulping down air when you had the chance.

His hands squeezed your hips and yours fisted the collar of his tight shirt, pulling and not letting him go. A way to ground yourself. Just an hour ago you were so content with the idea of him being too good for you. Knowing that he would never see you the way you saw him. But now here he was, kissing your lips so softly but so desperately.

Your heart was beating so fast inside your chest, trying to explode out of you.

“Leon...” you panted breathily against his mouth, having nothing else to say besides his name. A name you never thought you’d have the opportunity to whimper out like that. You whimpered it once before when you rolled your ankle after running away from a crazy wolf-dog thing, and needed to use Leon as a crutch for a moment, but this was different.

You weren’t sure if you leaned forward or if Leon pulled you closer but he slowly fell back down on the bed, and you followed pursuit. The pillow sunk beneath his head and his hands slid from your hips to your lower back, sending goosebumps all over your skin. You’ll never understand how someone can kick open doors and barrels and people’s heads, and also be so tender and gentle behind closed doors.

He was firm, sturdy as you laid on top of him. You could feel his heart beating against your chest and he could probably feel yours as well. His heart was beating fast, but strong and mighty, and even when he was distracted like this — not alert and ready to defend, you still felt so incredibly safe.

Your tongue pushed its way into his mouth, exploring and massaging where you could. You were thankful that you brushed your teeth when you had a shower earlier, and considering the fact that Leon tasted minty and refreshing, you could only assume he did as well.

His tongue slid against yours, flicking against the roof of your mouth before he pulled back to refill his lungs. You didn’t even have time to share a look before he was back to kissing you.

One hand slid into his sandy blond hair, pulling a sweet and quiet moan from deep within his chest. Your fingers slid against his scalp and teased the roots of his hair, while your other hand laid flat over his pectoral, feeling his muscle and firmness and his strength.

Your movements were slow and steady, like liquid pouring over his skin, there was no rush, there was no danger. It was just you and Leon, sharing kisses and slowly morphing into one being. If love wasn’t this then you didn’t want it.

“Leon... hmmf,” saying his name for no apparent reason other than to just say it. Your robe slipped as you raised your leg and bent your knee, hugging him with your thighs. Leon’s gloved hand slid down to feel the soft, exposed skin of your thigh and you gasped into his mouth. The feeling of his soft fingertips with the scratchy leather sent a heat all throughout your body.

He, of course, didn’t take a robe from you earlier, opting to stay in his filthy clothes since they were more practical for if he needed to defend you and Ashley again. You didn’t think he would have to defend the two of you at all, now that you were off the island and away from the village… but neither you nor Ashley were back home just yet, so he couldn’t afford to take any risks. He was sure determined and that alone made your insides all warm and fuzzy.

His hand gripped your thigh, but his lips stopped moving. You took the opportunity to worship him; to press kisses to the corner of his lips, then two on his cheek — one right beside his ear and the other closer to his jaw as you moved down to his neck.

His skin was so soft, save for the few cuts and scrapes. He lifted his head, giving you more room and you eagerly obliged, leaving soft pecks and wet, open mouthed kisses, little licks and faint nibbles. He hummed in pleasure and it made your whole chest flood with pride.

Pressing a kiss against his adam's apple, you went to move to the other side of his neck, wanting to give his right side equal treatment, but he turned his head. You weren’t sure if he was trying to stop you or not, so you pulled back just to make sure he was okay.

He looked perfectly fine. His cheeks were a soft shade of red that you would now commit to memory for the rest of your life– probably your new favorite color.. His eyes were half lidded and a little glossy, making the different shades of blue in his irises shine brightly even in the darkly lit room. It was impossible to have a fear of drowning when you looked into them.

Though he wasn’t looking at you.

His head was turned to the side, looking over at Ashley who was still sleeping like a rock. Her lips were parted and she breathed heavily, close to snoring but not quite.

It was only when you shifted your body a little, wanting to back off a bit in case he was uncomfortable, that you felt your effect on him. Your thigh felt his excitement, he pursed his lips together and closed his eyes for a moment to focus on his breathing.

Was this really happening?

“She won’t wake up,” you whispered to him and his eyes opened, looking cautiously into your eyes, then back to Ashley, then back to you one final time. You wanted him, and he wanted you, and you had both survived the horrors you encountered over the last few days. You both deserved a break. You both deserved this.

His brow furrowed knitting together tightly. Though the slight upward angle in his brows made him look like a wounded puppy.

“My job isn’t done yet,” he swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing. “I need to stay focused.”

You deflated.

“Right.” You nodded once and crawled off of him. Maybe it was for the best, you didn’t want to go too far with him after knowing him for only 48 hours. Though going through copious amounts of trauma together did make for a great bonding experience and therefore it felt like you had known him for months.

You sat on your ankles, hands on your knees. Your robe was open just enough to show your legs but the rest of you was covered. One hand left your knee to wipe your swollen and wet lips, basically wiping away Leon’s kiss, before you tucked your hair behind your ear.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from your lap, feeling embarrassed and maybe even a little ashamed. Were you wrong to think Leon was into it? Into you? It definitely felt like he was, but maybe he snapped out of it once he realized you weren’t that lady in the red dress and the high heels.

As if he could sense your downward spiral, Leon’s hand found yours, the one still resting on your knee, and squeezed it reassuringly. “But I can… stay here?”

You finally looked up and met his ocean blue eyes. He had sat up somewhat, his back resting against the headboard of the bed. He looked just as unsure and nervous as you did. He obviously didn’t have much experience with this sort of stuff, which only made him even more endearing. The poor guy just fought monsters for a living and never had time to slow down and relax.

“While you fall asleep,” he added gently. He wanted to stay with you? In bed? Did that mean he wasn’t just using work as an excuse to not go further with you? He really did just want to stay alert and not have any distractions while the president's daughter was in his care.

“If you want?” He pressed one more time. He was giving you big, puppy dog eyes— knowing him, it was unintentional too. Even if you didn’t want him to stay with you, there was no way you could refuse him when he gave you that face. But you did want him to stay of course.

You didn’t need to say so.

You curled up beside him, sliding your body under the covers. Leon didn’t smell great, but he was at least clean enough— his clothes weren’t covered in blood and dirt but the smell lingered a bit. You weren’t sure if his sweat or the seawater from the jetski ride over was what rid his tight shirt of all the muck. Or maybe he washed them in the shower and dried them quickly afterwards. That would be nice.

Your hand splayed over his chest, feeling his heartbeat. Your nose pressed against his ribs, finding an odd sense of comfort in the smell that lingered. It was Leon after all, it was proof he was there with you, reminding you you were safe even when you had your eyes closed.

His arm was around your neck, letting you use his bicep as a pillow. His heart was beating rather fast as you snuggled into his side but after a few minutes it slowed back down and fell in tune with the steady rise and fall of his chest. Leon turned his head and pressed his lips against your forehead, letting them linger for a moment. And his arm, the one you weren’t laying on, moved over towards you, his hand stroking through your hair.

Cocooned in Mr. Leon S. Kennedy’s arms.

“Get some sleep. I’ll look after you.”

And there go your plans to stay awake with him.

—————————————————————

After waking up in Leon’s arms, you got up and did your morning ritual with Ashley. Breakfast, brushing your teeth, brushing your hair, getting dressed, etc. Leon stood by the door rushing you both as it got close to 9am. A tired but teasing “come on, ladies” came from him as he ushered you both out the door.

Ashley was the first to go home. Being the president's daughter and all. You said your goodbyes to her in the car, opting to not go into the big building with all the security guards. Leon escorted her back to her father — after you and Ashley exchanged emails of course, and by the time she had been delivered home safely, it was already dinner time. The flight from Spain to America chewed up a few hours.

You and Leon didn’t really have a chance to talk when Ashley was around. Though you thought that once it was just the two of you, he might mention something from last night or maybe even be a little more touchy feely. A hand on your thigh while he drove or maybe he would reach for your hand. Maybe press a kiss to the back of your palm once in a while or lean over to kiss your cheek at every stop sign and red light.

He didn’t do any of that.

He barely spoke. You barely spoke. Maybe it was because these were your final moments with him, that you didn’t know what to say or how to act or what to do. How do you say goodbye to someone who saved your life time and time again? How do you just watch him leave without somehow repaying him? Why did he have to leave at all? Why did you have to go back home?

You just did. He just did. It just had to be like this.

Finally once you arrived at your home, Leon got out of the car first, coming around to let you out of the passenger side like a gentleman. You smiled and stepped out, awkwardly hugging yourself as you walked with him to the front door.

This was it wasn’t it? The final goodbye.

You bent down to flip over the corner of the welcome mat, picking up your spare house key and unlocking the door. You hadn’t been home in weeks. Everything was dark and dusty and that homey scent had faded away until you barely recognised where you were.

The door was open but you were yet to step inside. You turned to face Leon first, your hand gripping the door handle tightly until your knuckles turned white.

“…Do you... wanna come in?” You asked hopefully, just wanting to spend more time with him, wanting to feel safe for just a few minutes longer. You wouldn’t be able to feel safe once he walked away. And that foolish little part inside you hoped you could pick up where you left off last night.

But Leon pulled a face. Not out of disgust or hatred or anything bad, he was just… his face was saying ‘no.’ The awkward smile that wasn’t really a smile, more like a ‘man, I’m about to hurt your feelings even though I don’t want to,’ smile.

“I guess not, huh?” You looked down and nodded distantly, realising that this really was goodbye then. Part of you wanted to be angry, for everything that had happened last night, for the feelings you had developed. However, Leon’s ocean blue eyes and his silly floppy hair with those pink, kissable lips... how could you be mad at that?

“It’s been a long couple of days. I should get home.”

“No, yeah. Of course,” you awkwardly shuffled on your feet, avoiding eye contact.

“I’ll probably have another mission lined up for me when I get back to work.” Leon’s voice was quiet and his shoulders were tense. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking or feeling but he definitely didn’t look comfortable.

“Yeah.” You nodded slowly, keeping your gaze on your shoes that inched closer towards the inside of your home, wanting to run away and hide.

One beat passed. A sigh left both of you at the same time.

“I’ll see you ‘round, (Y/N)...” you blinked. He was leaving already? Just like that? You finally looked up to meet his eyes, wanting a look at those pools of blue one more time... but he had already turned around and started walking away. He was clearly eager to get away from you, eager to get home and back into his work.

You wouldn't cry over someone you couldn't have...

“Goodbye, Leon.”

You stepped inside your home and closed the door behind yourself.

[lilyslemonadestand]

if i could protect him. ( part one. )

↯ . . astarion x durge!

summary. reader has these dark urges to kill someone in her sleep. it happened when she killed the tiefling bard, and now it's wanting her to kill astarion.

warnings. violence, mentions of gore, blood, brief talk about sex.

word count. 2,700+

notes. erm first part of three! repost because my comment about naked halsin blew up and this got burried. i'm still learning how tumblr works. anyways. please leave critiques and comments hehe. reblogs appreciated. <3

CHAPTER ONE.

After killing that poor Tiefling Bard at the Druid party, you hadn’t slept. She was such a bright, young girl, dedicating her life and bravery to your cause. And you killed, no, massacred her without even being aware. You still felt her blood stain your skin and the feeling of rubbing your hands raw. Nothing hurt as much as the hot scorching pain in your head did. And then the wave of pure satisfaction you felt afterwards. You were, disgustingly, proud of your handiwork, and your body ached for the time that you kill again. The scent of metal filled your waking thoughts, and the image of her beautiful corpse left you awake at night. You were a danger to everyone, and you didn’t know what would happen if you left yourself alone. 

Astarion usually was awake at this time, being a night owl like you. You hadn’t dared to tell him about what happened, or these urges that you couldn’t control. At best, he’d leave your group and never see you again. At worst, you’d kill him, or he’d be afraid of you and ram his dagger into your gut. Even the idea of your own corpse was intoxicating to you. Tonight, Astarion fell asleep rather quickly. You knew he was exhausted all day, from the way he wasn’t whining while fighting, and how he didn’t even say anything after arriving at camp. You didn’t blame him; today was draining. 

You were the first to fall asleep, embarrassingly enough, the gentle hum of conversation enough to lull you to sleep. Between Karlach’s laugh and Wyll telling a story to the group, it made you feel safe. You even fell asleep with a smile on your lips, something very different from your usual serious gaze. 

Maybe that was a mistake, feeling safe for once. Because as soon as you fell asleep, the scenery around you changed. You were back at that night. You knew you were. It felt like you weren’t in control of your feet, as you dragged yourself to the sleeping Alfira. There was a knife in your hand - How in the Hell’s did that get there? - and the insatiable hunger in your stomach. You tried to rip your thoughts away from killing her, knowing these thoughts weren’t okay. But you carried through with the act, dragging the knife from her heart to her stomach. She didn’t even wake up, or scream. The first stab inspired many more, stabbing her a total of ten times before you finally got a grip of your own thoughts. A panic rang through you when you stopped. 

“I’m sorry,” You cried, your hands shaking and eventually dropping the knife to the ground with a clang. Your hands were bright red, and you knew her blood was all over your face, blinding your sight. “I’m so sorry.” The feeling of nausea washed over you, trying not to throw up all over the corpse. Then, thank god, the scene faded to black once more.

You fluttered your eyes open, the familiar headache still ringing in your head. It felt like your tadpole could sense your anxiety. Your hand graciously reached to wipe away the tears forming in the corner of your eyes that you didn’t know were there. It was so tiring having these thoughts, but today felt different. Stronger. You looked quickly around the camp, your hand grabbing at your chest as your breath quickened. It was just a dream, you thought. Darkness had fallen around your camp and if it wasn’t for the dying of the embers of the fire, you wouldn’t be able to see anything. You looked around at your sleeping friends. Gale was snoring quite loudly, and as much as you wanted to suffocate him with a pillow, it was helping you ground yourself. This wasn’t a dream. You’re safe now. 

You looked at Astarion for longer than everyone else, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he slept. He looked so peaceful when he slept, white curls cascading over the right side of his face. Maybe he looked serene because he wasn’t making any snarky comments. Or maybe it was the way he slept with his legs curled into his chest. He looked oddly cramped even though he had as much space in the world right now. Centuries of sleeping in an all too small coffin would do that to a person. Astarion had fallen asleep facing you, something he’d never done, like he made sure you were safely asleep before allowing himself to. Apparently, you must have been tossing and turning in your nightmare, because his blanket was placed over your form. 

There was a crunch of a branch being stepped on behind you, and your head quickly swiveled to look at it. That god awful demon of a butler was following you. When he’d first appeared, you’d tried so hard to rack your brain and remember him, but you’d forgotten, along with all of your other memories. Anytime you saw him, someone died. 

“Hello Mistress. Said I’d be back!” His voice was more like a screech, and you had an urge to kick him across your camp. Wouldn’t be too hard. You smiled as you thought about this. Possibly the first normal urge you’d had all night.

That smile fell quickly into a sharp glare. “I’m quite sure I told you to go to hell and never come back.” You whispered, making sure not to wake Astarion.

“Well! I’ve noticed you’ve taken a liking to that pretty vampire!” Your whole body shifted into confusion.

“What?” You exclaimed, looking at Astarion with mock disgust. “The elf that talks too much? Nope. No. Absolutely not.” But your body was shifting in front of him protectively, your eyes like sharp daggers at the Butler. “Are you stalking me?”

He didn’t answer your question, squirming around more than your tadpole did. “If you don’t like him, then you’ll have no issue killing him!” The Butler giggled, a shrill thing that made your head throb. 

You looked shocked, trying to convince yourself that you hadn’t thought about anything like that before. The first time you’d met Astarion, you’d thought about it. The crimson blood stained his pretty pale skin. The look of his beautiful corpse. The way his eyes would match the color of his own blood on your knife. You snapped your thoughts out of these urges, and looked back at the sleeping elf. It wouldn’t hurt him, right? It’d just be like Alfira. He was so pretty, it was a shame that he had to die with his eyes closed. Maybe you could wake him, watch as his eyes widen when he sees your knife, right before dragging it across his neck. That’d be what he deserves for taking your blood, hm?

The thoughts disappeared just as quickly as they came, your hands tugging at your hair to keep you sane. The Butler giggled again and you wanted to kill him. Unfortunately, you knew he’d be helpful in remembering your past.

“Someone will be dead by tonight — no matter your choice. You can kill him now, or you will later. Eventually, you won’t be able to resist.” Butler's voice echoed. “I can see it in your eyes. Killing that Tiefling felt good, didn’t it?”

You didn’t answer him. “And what if I don’t? Are you going to?” 

“Of course not, Ma’am! I wouldn’t take that pleasure from you.” His words made your nose scrunch in disgust. Pleasure certainly wasn’t the right word. Torture, maybe. Your hands reached for the hilt of your knife. “I can see that he’s more than a pretty face to you. Did you know that he’s terrified of you? That’s a hindrance. Just kill him now.”

Terrified of you? No, no, that couldn’t be true. No way. Your face paled as you thought about that. Butler was right. Astarion looked at you differently than all of the other companion’s. Maybe it was fear. Maybe that’s why he refused to fall asleep before you. To make sure you don’t hurt anyone in your sleep. The thought made your stomach sick. Before you could take a slash at the creature, he was gone with a blink of an eye. What the hell? If you were his master in some fucked up past life that you couldn’t remember, doesn’t that mean he’d listen to you? Once you found out who sent that twisted little shit, you’d be letting him know not so kindly that Butler was disobedient. You winced at the pain again, but this time it felt like it was behind your eyes. 

Maybe you did like Astarion more than you cared to admit, but you played it off often as some sort of trauma bond. You two had just barely delved into your romantic feelings, after drunkenly hooking up after the Tiefling party. That was the day before you killed Alfira.

Astarion wanted his feelings to stay manipulative, to perhaps use you for sex so you’d feel inclined to be loyal to him. Once he started noticing small things, like how you pick at your nails when you’re anxious, or how you’d always without fail ask him if he was alright after sex, he got a little… scared. These feelings were foreign to him and he was scared that once he got close to you, you’d leave. Just like how everyone else had.

You also had been feeling a bit used, covering your body more during intimacy and being more distant caused a rift between you two. One where neither of you were able to speak about your feelings, but you just couldn’t. If he got too close, you’d end up killing him.

The thoughts of being manipulated by Astarion made your head surge again, your brow’s narrowed at his sleeping form. Your hand desperately wanted to reach out and strangle the elf. With your head tilted to the side, you gently ran your nails across the scarred bite marks on his neck. If you killed him, he would be grateful for you. In death, he’d be free. He wouldn’t have to be a vampire spawn anymore. He wouldn’t have to worry about Cazador anymore.

“Astarion.” You whispered, and it took every goddamn muscle in your body to not pick up the knife next to your side and gut him. The control you had was fleeting. You felt so weak, crawling your way closer to him, knees barely being able to move. “Astarion, I swear to god, wake up.” Your hands were grabbing onto his shoulders, nearly shaking the life out of the poor vampire. 

His eyes opened slowly, blinking away the rest of his interrupted sleep. Astarion shot you a nasty glare. “You better have a damned good reason for—” His voice fell off at the end, looking at your panicked state. You looked crazy; your fingernails slightly digging into his shoulders, your whole body shaking, and your panicked, fear-stricken eyes. Then he saw the dagger. “Well, you’re clearly not looking for a late night cuddle.” Astarion mumbled, quickly shifting onto his forearms. Any other time his words would’ve been amusing. Not tonight.

You were unable to say anything as you tried to calm the panic that was making it hard to breathe. Astarion looked at you carefully. “Something’s wrong. Talk to me, darling.” 

“I— You’re not safe. I need to keep you safe,” Your voice was frantic, and you looked terrified. Astarion had dealt with this many times before, with himself. The desperation of needing something to come back with him so Cazador wouldn’t get angry and the flood of guilt he felt when he saw the panic in their eyes. He knew quite quickly about what this was. His hands reached for your shoulders, his grip strong. “Talk to me.” Astarion whispered once more, ruby eyes full of such patience and care that you wanted to spill your guts, admit everything. All that you remembered at least.

“I want to kill. I feel such a strong need to kill. I was going to kill—” You tried to spit out the final pieces of this puzzle, but you were disgusted and ashamed of yourself. “I was going to kill you.” 

“Me?” Astarion exhaled quickly like what you said was some funny joke. That annoyed you. “I can’t begin to imagine what I’ve done to make you want to kill me.” His hand moved to your knee, which was involuntarily pulling towards your chest. You both stayed silent for a moment and you watched as his nose scrunched, like he was figuring something out about you. When it clicked, his eyes widened. 

“You killed that tiefling, didn’t you?” He asked quickly. The ring of blood from where it had happened still stained the dirt in your camp. Wyll scrubbed at it for nearly an hour as well as cleaning the specks of blood off of Karlach’s tent, but it seemed to stain your hands in the same way that it stained your waking thoughts. Something was off about Astarion’s expression. He was smiling. Shouldn’t he be terrified of you? Baring his fangs, hand on his dagger, ready to rip your throat out? You’re giving him a dirty look without even realizing it.

He scrunches his nose at you. “Oh, don’t give me that look. I already knew that. We all do.” Astarion pauses, tapping a pale finger twice against his chin. “Besides Wyll and Karlach. Blissfully unaware.” He finally shifts to sit fully up, his knees bent and his arms resting over them. You notice a smidge of purple underneath his eyes, and part of you feels bad for waking him. Being tired is better than being dead though. 

You groaned. That meant that Lae’zel, Shadowheart and Gale knew you were a deranged freak murderer. And either they didn’t care or they were terrified of you just like everyone else. 

“I have— had— those thoughts too. Of killing. And maybe I acted on a few.” Astarion’s voice cuts you out of your thoughts, thinking about how Shadowheart would easily kill you in your sleep. He’s still sporting a lovely smile, and it makes your shoulders relax. 

“Goblins don’t count.” You murmur.

Astarion laughs this time, a pretty thing that makes you feel better. He moves closer to you. “They were definitely more than goblin’s, darling.” He swallows hard, and it looks like it’s hard for him to open up to you. Like these were things nobody had heard before, kept quiet about for centuries. His crimson eyes are softer than you’d ever seen. He opens his mouth to say something else, but he's interrupted by you wincing. 

You know you're about to hit the ground before you do. You feel his hands brush against your side’s, trying to keep you upright. A flash of light fogs your vision— red light— and then everything goes quiet. You feel peckish, before you pass out, your head hitting the group sharply. Everything fades to black, and you’re alone once more, an outsider in your own body.

[jadedrrose]

For the 800 followers (congratulations btw!)

Can I get 12 with Law please? Maybe with a straw hat fem reader not wanting to deal with drunken crew having a party on Zou?

“Wanna Sneak Out Of Here?”

Tysm!! I’ll be honest, I got really carried away with this request. I genuinely think this is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written lol. So I hope you love it too!! <3

Warnings: I don’t think I used pronouns but it’s still kinda implied it’s fem reader. Totally sfw!

Since your arrival on the giant elephant where the Minks lived, it was nothing but chaos. Now, that was to be expected with your crew, but you really just needed a break after the events of Dressrosa.

And of course, to nobody’s surprise, when Cat Viper had suggested having a banquet, your captain jumped at the chance to have one. You could only hope that nobody would drag you off to dance or get drunk with them, though. That thought replayed in your mind, as you watched the Minks, your crew and Law’s crew all interact. Please nobody bother me… was the wishful thought you kept thinking. 

Nami briefly came over to where you sat under a tree, tilting her head to the side with a semi-sour look on her face. “What’s the matter y/n? Normally you like banquets.”

You brought a hand to your forehead, rubbing it as though that could help the headache all the noise was giving you. “I just feel like shit since Dressrosa… sorry,” you explained, giving Nami an apologetic look. She was your best friend, therefore you two always had the most fun together during banquets.

“I swear, those boys,” she scoffed, blaming your exhaustion on them. It was partially true, anyway. “Always getting so rowdy… I’ll tell them to leave you alone. Maybe you should go rest?” Nami suggested.

“Yeah, I think I will. Not now, though.” You agreed, pausing after the latter half of your sentence.

“Why’s that?” Nami asked.

“The banquet started barely an hour ago. Don’t wanna leave too early, haha,” you added a lighthearted laugh so that Nami would know you’re not in too much pain.

“I see. Well, I’ll talk to you later, k?” She smiled down at you.

“Mhm. Bye,” you waved her off as Nami skipped away, going to bother Usopp next.

You continued to sit alone underneath the tree for what felt like hours. But realistically, you guessed that only thirty minutes had passed. You watched as Luffy and Chopper did their usual chopsticks ‘trick’ for all the minks, who were hysterically laughing at the scene. A quiet giggle escaped you, and you shook your head. 

“It’s no wonder you’ve got a headache with crewmates like that,” a deep voice came from beside you, startling you. You looked to your left to see Law, whom you’d actually become pretty good friends with since the alliance started. You often wondered if you were the one and only exception to the “alliance does not equal friendship” rule.

“Jeez, you scared me,” you laughed, smiling as the other captain sat down beside you, knees bent upward so that his arms could rest on them. 

“Just checking on you,” he hummed, but then you noticed his ears turning red as he quickly looked away from you. “S-since I heard you tell Nami about… y’know.”

You giggled in response, thinking about how cute Law looked like this. He was certainly flustered, but was that because he was just awkward or did he have… other feelings for you?

“Yeah, it’s gotten better though,” you said, in reference to the headache. “But I’m still tired,” you yawned.

“Same here,” Law added, seeming stoic once again. 

The two of you continued to sit together underneath the tree, not really making much conversation. It’s not like you needed to, anyway. You’d learned that Law, much like yourself, preferred to be more laid back and quietly watch rather than party. So the two of you spending time together like this was really nice, actually. Every now and then, one of you would say something just to make sure that the other hadn’t fallen asleep. This continued on for another hour or so, before you accidentally started something;

You raised your arms up to stretch as you yawned, repositioning yourself against the tree. However, when you lowered your hands, you accidentally placed your left one directly on top of Law’s tattooed hand.

He quietly gasped, and you quickly snatched your hand away, face turning red. “S-sorry,” you squeaked out, trying to avoid eye contact with the surgeon.

Law’s face was equally as red, though, “no I don’t mi- I mean, uh, don’t worry about it,” he managed to say, stammering and stuttering his words. That was unusual for him. 

After that interaction, you both gradually scooted closer and closer to each other, and before you knew it, you were pressed up against Law, the skin of your arms brushing against each other. You hesitantly laid your head onto his shoulder, feeling bold.

He jumped just a little, but didn’t verbally protest or make any movements that indicated he wanted you to stop. You smiled at that. I’m definitely the exception to the alliance rule. Possibly even more… I hope.

Your face once again flushed red as you thought about that. You and Law, together? What would your crew have to say about that? 

“Y/n-ya,” he suddenly spoke up, turning his head to look at you.

“Yeah?” You breathed, looking up at him from where you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Wanna sneak out of here?” He asked, a smirk on his lips. A smirk that had your heart beating faster and faster, as you thought about wiping said smirk off his lips. With your lips.

You could only nod, the butterflies in your stomach making your mind race with thoughts about what Law intended on doing once you snuck away. 

He stood up first, holding a hand out for you to grab onto. Gently, you placed your hand into his and he pulled you up. A bit too fast, though, as you stumbled forward once on your feet. Directly into his chest.

For a second, you were pressed against his body, head lightly landing underneath his chin. You pulled back, though, biting your lip as you felt your face flush with embarrassment, again.

“Sorry. Seems like I’m being very clumsy tonight,” you giggled, willing yourself to look back at Law. 

He still looked down at you with a slight smile, and gosh, was he so charming right now. Your little crush on the Heart Pirate’s captain seemed to be turning into you being in love with him, now.

Law guided you back to one of the many tree-houses, the one he’d been staying in, specifically. There were a couple dimly lit candles illuminating the room, and you looked around as you stepped further inside. He certainly kept his space very neat, which only made you love him more. You were so used to the boys trashing everything and not caring enough to clean up.

He sat down on the bed, patting the spot to his right with his hand. You sat next to him, eyes still wandering around the room as you waited for him to break the silence. 

“Y/n, I wanna tell you something,” Law then quietly said. You were a bit taken aback that he hadn’t added the usual “-ya” to your name. He must’ve been serious.

You simply looked at him, waiting for Law to continue with hopeful eyes. 

“I know when the alliance started, I said this was strictly a no friendliness thing. But- I. Um,” he scratched the back of his neck, awkwardly. “I’ve changed my mind. For you, at least.”

“That’s nice to know,” you said, trying to not look disappointed that he hadn’t confessed his love for you. “I'm glad we can be friends.”

“That’s not all,” he then added, sparking hope within you once again. “I… want to go further than ‘just friends’. Y/n… I, fuck, this is so awkward,” he cursed, placing a hand over his face as though he was disappointed with himself. “I- I love you, okay?”

With the words now out, Law turned his head away, fearing that you’d reject him. But how could you? He was the most handsome man you’d ever met, and was nothing like the rowdy, filthy boys on your crew. Smiling, you placed your hands on each side of his face, turning him to face you. 

“I'm glad you feel that way, too,” you whispered, before doing something you’d never thought you’d ever do;

You’d felt his breath on your lips for just a second, and decided you had  to do it now before you changed your mind. Leaning your head up and forward, you swiftly connected your lips with Law’s, slowly easing the two of you into the kiss as it seemed you were both inexperienced. It took a couple moments of stiff, awkward kissing before you finally figured out how to fit your lips against his. Feeling weak in the knees despite sitting down, you swooned and deepened the kiss, loving the way his lips felt against your own.

Before you knew it, you were practically shoving your tongues down each other’s throats, your hands still firmly holding onto Law with his arms now wrapped around your body, holding you close to him. 

When you finally parted a few inches away to get some air into your lungs, your body flushed with hotness as your mixed saliva strung together between your lips. Was that how heavy your make out had been? It was thrilling, honestly.

You licked your lips and went in for another kiss, but before you could fully connect your mouth with Law’s, the door burst open as your captain rushed inside the room. “Oi! Torao! You need to come down and- hey! Why’s y/n in here?!” 

You stared with wide eyes and a reddened face at your captain, realizing you and Law were still holding each other, faces not even an inch apart. “Get out of here! Now!” Law yelled, causing your captain to laugh as he retreated with a “sorry, sorry.”

As the door shut again, you could hear Luffy say one more thing; “Torao can’t come right now! He’s too busy shoving his face into y/n’s. Hey, why are they doing that?”

The last bit of Luffy’s statement sounded quite confused, but you couldn’t hear anybody’s response as their voices faded away, and it was just you and Law again.

“Sorry about that, he doesn’t understand-“

“You don’t need to keep apologizing to me, you know? Though it’s cute to see you get embarrassed,” Law cut you off, kissing you again as he finished speaking. He ran a tattooed hand through your hair as he did so, making your heart skip a few beats.

“Right. Sorry- I mean, um. So, now what? Are we dating?” You asked, a playful smile on your lips.

“Yeah, we’ll just have to see what your captain says about that,” Law answered with a light chuckle. “I don’t think I’ll be able to part from you after all this.”

“I wouldn’t dare dream of it,” you whispered, looking into his gray eyes. “I wanna be with you, always, Law…”

“Then be with me, always, y/n.”

[matsur1]

A Kuroo Tetsurou fanfiction penned by Matsur1

Word Count: 2.9k

A/n: Not proofread yett, some things may be a bit confusing since I had a headache while writing this but nevertheless I hope you enjoy! Alsoo, it's my first time writing a haikyuu fanfic!! Do give feedbacks if you please🫶

“I’m tired of this, Tetsu,” you tell him in an irritated tone while you aid your weeping son who kept insisting he’d wait for his dad to come home no matter how late. And Tetsu? Well, your husband unfortunately just came back home from work. Not to mention that it’s midnight. He sighs deeply, rubbing his temple, “Look, I didn’t ask for this either, alright? Don’t blame it all on me,” he defends. “Didn’t ask for it? Well maybe if you’d just learn how to say ‘no’ to work, then things might be a tad bit better, yeah?” you bite back. “Ah, so what you’re trying to say is that it’s all my fault?” he asks, looking at you intently. You surrender, “No, it’s not that I just,” you take a deep breath, trying to exhale all the pain you feel, “It’s nothing, I’m probably just tired. I’m sorry, Tetsu.” He loosens his tie, quietly walking towards you while your little Jason starts to fall asleep. “I’m sorry, darling. I know I haven’t made much time for you and Jason but once work’s done, I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he hugs you and Jason, leaving you with a kiss on the forehead. He makes his way to the bathroom without knowing about the tears building up in your eyes. Your eyes which he used to compliment all the time but is now too busy at work to even look at you. And that promise he’s made over and over again for the past five years? Always forgotten. You don’t even expect much anymore.

You bring Jason into his room and lay him on his bed. You sit on the bedside and stare at your sleeping son. He’s grown so much. He’s five now and you can’t even get to provide him a happy little family who could at least spend the weekends together. Sure, the material things you could both give him, but not the emotional things that a child would need, and that makes you feel guilt. You give him a good night kiss on his forehead and start to head out. You walk to the refrigerator to catch some water. As you pour water, hands loop around your waist and a head rests at your shoulder. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he apologizes, “I know it’s been hard, and I’m sorry that I’m not always physically present.” You could feel the tears burn up in your eyes again. Tears for what could be but can’t be. “Tetsu, I’ve been thinking…” you mumbled. You clear your throat, “I’ve been thinking of getting a divorce.” The hands on your waist fall and the head on your shoulder lifts up. “What?” he says, almost demandingly, “Am I hearing this right?” You turn to look at him and leave the glass of water on the counter, “I’m sorry, Tetsu. I just think that this would be better for Jason. Perhaps by then he’d at least get the chance to spend time with both of us, even if it’s individually,” you explain. “Wait, wait, wait, are you… how long have you been thinking about all of this?” he asks in suspicion. “Tetsu, that’s out of the point. The thought just passed my mind, the thought that maybe Jason would be better off with separate parents rather than married parents who fight every night. Every single night, Tetsu. I always,” your voice starts to break, tears streaming down your cheeks, “I always feel guilty because Jason would have to go through such a thing at a young age. I don’t want that for him.” He holds your face with both of his hands and he lays his forehead on your forehead, looking at you, his eyes almost pleading. “But I love you,” he speaks, almost in a whisper. “And I love you too, Tetsu. So, so much.” you confess. “But I also love our little Jason,” you look into his eyes as your tears drip onto the marble floor. You softly remove his hands off of your face, “I’m sorry, I just can’t,” you cried, gently holding his hands. He looks down at the floor, still processing the things that have been happening. Processing the things that have happened in the last five years. Possibly going back to the times you and he were so excited to have the baby delivered. 

You then turn and go to the bedroom that you share with Tetsu while he stays still in front of the fridge. He felt his whole world stop. Almost as if his whole body is now paralyzed. Then he finally breaks, sobbing, holding onto the counter. He has no idea what to do next. You have no idea what to do next. You both burn in the same fire yet it’s as if a thick wall separates you both, leaving you unable to help each other.

The next day, you wake up to the sound of Jason laughing. Full of curiosity, you stand up and take a glance at the bed. Tetsu’s side was neater, unmoved. Did he sleep on the couch? Your heart broke at that thought. You slowly open the door, meeting with a lovely sight. Tetsu was cooking breakfast while carrying Jason, tickling his face with his nose. What a sight, indeed. As if the thought of Tetsu sleeping on the couch wasn’t cruel enough to break your heart. Your heart aches at the sight, wishing this was a daily basis. Wishing this was the family Jason had every day. But now that you think about it, did Tetsu not attend work today? Not that it matters, he probably took a day off work so you could both work on the papers. “Good morning, what’re you both cooking?” you ask them in a cheerful tone, putting up an act. “We’re cooking pancakes. Right, Jason?” Tetsu responds. “Yes! Daddy said he did not go to work so we could spend the day together!” Jason exclaims, giving you both a big smile. You were quiet for a quick moment but you quickly recover your smile, “Is that so? Well, are you excited Jason?” you ask him, taking him from Tetsu so he could start cooking properly. “Yes, yes, yes!!!” He repeats excitedly. “That’s good, but we gotta eat breakfast first, okay?” you tell him as he nods in response.

Later, when you were all ready to go, you all ride the car and get on your way to your agenda. Though it’s only Tetsu who knows about it. You and Tetsu kept quiet the whole ride while Jason kept himself busy watching at the road. And when you finally arrive at your destination, Jason excitedly jumps. It was his first time to go to an amusement park, and yours too. Knowing that fact, you looked at Tetsu, giving him an appreciative smile. Hours later, you all finally decide to go back home. Or so you thought. “What do you think of visiting Grandma, Jason?” Tetsu asks Jason. “Yes!!!!!!” Jason happily shouts. You look at Tetsu as he drives, so this was his plan, huh? Is he gonna tell his mom about the divorce now? You were left with thousands of questions on the way to Grandma’s house.

When you finally arrived, the three of you greeted Grandma with cheerfulness. Her house, still the same with its comfortable and feel-at-home vibe. Then, the three of you caught up with Grandma and you were expecting Tetsu to bring up the divorce, but he didn’t. Instead, “Well, we’ll leave Jason with you for a couple of hours, ma. You know we gotta have time for ourselves as well,” Tetsu winks while Grandma laughs. You join the laughter but knowing that wasn’t really the case made your heart drop. The whole time, you and Tetsu kept quiet, leaving an awkward atmosphere. “Sorry about this, Tetsu,” you apologize, your voice shaking. He keeps his eyes on the road, keeping his cool face. The silence went on for a while, taking over the whole car. “You know I still love you, right?” he finally responds. Tears start to build up in you. Before you could find words to reply, “And I always will,” he adds. As if that helped you feel any better. “I love you too, Tetsu.” You tell him in a whisper, looking outside the window. Those were the last words you told each other before you went and worked on the divorce papers.

“Jason? Can you come here for a minute, honey?” you kindly ask of Jason. Jason stood up, walking over to you and Tetsu with curiosity in his eyes. You pat down the empty seat on the couch that you and Tetsu are sitting upon. You hold his hand, “Me and Daddy made a decision,” you pause, not being able to go on. But you must, “we’re gonna live somewhere else, okay? Just you and me, a little far from here.” Jason’s curiosity turns into concern, “But why, Mommy? What about Daddy? Is he gonna live here alone?” Jason asks worriedly. Your heart breaks at his questions. “Yes, honey. But don’t worry, we can always visit Daddy on weekends. Is that alright?” you ask in a trembling voice while Tetsu keeps his head down, eyes stuck on the floor. “Only on weekends?” Jason pouts. “Yes, only on weekends. But it's better than never, right?” you try to convince him. “Yeah,” he pauses, his voice getting sadder by the moment, “Okay, Mommy.” He hugs the both of you. So much suffering for someone so young.

It's only been a few months since the divorce. You and Jason moved away, but not too far from your former house. Things have been hard but better now that you don’t have to worry about the time Jason spends with his Father. I mean, compared to before, Jason and Tetsu can finally spend time even if only for two days. Unlike before, the time they both spend together were uncertain. Nevertheless, co-parenting isn’t easy but easier than what you both expected. For the first week, Tetsu didn’t really have a plan so you all just ended up hanging out together in his house. But the following week, Tetsu had planned to bring you both at the beach. He taught Jason the basics of volleyball while you stood by, watching them have fun while making sandwiches for them. Tetsu kept trying to get you to play with them the way you both used to but you kept denying his offer, perhaps afraid to fall in love with him again and go back to the way it was. But then, did you ever stop loving him? 

Today, you went to Tetsu’s again, but this time he said he had no plans. You try to think of one to help him but none comes to mind either. “Perhaps this is a sign to just rest in the house again, maybe cook pasta together. Right, Jason?” he speaks about while picking Jason up. “I know!!” Jason exclaims. “Let’s play kitchen! I’ll be the chef and you and Mommy are my customers,” he suggests. So, Tetsu brought his kitchen set down and set it up for him. You and Tetsu sit on the floor to match your chef’s height. “You and Mommy sit over there while I cook here,” Jason instructs. Following Jason’s instructions, you both sit awkwardly while he cooks. He didn’t even bother to ask your orders but it’s Jason, he likes surprises. Jason glances at the both of you, “Mommy, Daddy?” he stops in the middle of his cooking. “Yes?” you and Tetsu answer at the same time. “Why are you both sitting so awkwardly? Act like you’re on a date! Face each other.” Jason scolds you. “Oh, alright buddy. Got it. Now get back to cooking before we start to smell burnt food.” Tetsu obeys. And so do you. So now you’re both awkwardly facing each other. You both try your best not to meet each other’s eyes but you do once in a while. “So how’s work?” Tetsu asks, trying to break the silence. “Work’s alright, how about yours? Your boss still bossing you around?” You attempt to joke, which seems to work because Tetsu chuckled. “Yeah, stressful. Thank god he let me take day offs during weekends though,” Tetsu replies. Your conversation kept going after that, and somehow, there was less awkwardness between you and Tetsu. But you did wonder why your chef was taking so long to serve food.

It was almost dusk and you were about to invite Jason to go back home but Tetsu asked you and Jason, “How about a movie?” and Jason, without hesitation, shouts yes. You sigh, but you can’t help but smile because you’re all finally bonding. Tetsu turns the TV on and turns the lights off to set the mood. While he and Jason were choosing which movie to watch, you suggested to make popcorn. They both agreed at that delicious idea. While you were on your way to the kitchen, Tetsu discreetly whispers to Jason, “If Mommy asks you to go home, tell her that you want to stay for a while more, okay?” Jason snickers at that idea and happily nods. When you came back with the popcorn, they were finally able to choose a movie and they had a strange smile on their faces that made you want to question them but you assumed they were just excited.

Later, when the movie finally showed the credits, you were about to speak and ask Jason to go home since it was starting to get late but Tetsu stops you, “shhh” he says as he points at Jason who’s sleeping soundly. You turn the lights on, “Oh great, what now?” you whisper-shout at Tetsu. “Well, you guys could spend the night, it’s getting late as well,” he replies in his low voice instead of whispering while picking up Jason to bring him to his bedroom. You were about to oppose to his idea but he had a great point. If you and Jason go home now, he’ll wake up and you’ll have a hard time bringing him back to sleep. You were cleaning up the living room and the kitchen when Tetsu came out of Jason’s bedroom. “You can sleep in my bedroom, I’ll make do with the couch.” He offers. “No, it’s alright, this is your house. Perhaps it's my turn to sleep on the couch this time.” You insisted. “Come on, you know I don’t like seeing you having a hard time,” he teases you with his perfect smile that you can’t help but smile back. “Alright, you gotta lend me some clothes though. After all, it was your idea that we spend the night here, right?” you smirk, knowing he probably doesn’t know you got him all figured out. “What?” he asks in shock, “You knew? You’re no fun, miss,” he playfully pouts. “You’ve always been easy to read, Tetsu.” You laugh. So does he, “Yeah, you always knew how to read me.” His statement makes you both go back to the old times. The times when you both were the campus couple. But now, you’re both left with awkward silence. “You know, I miss you.” He confesses. You looked away, trying to avoid his confession. “Please, Y/N. Give me another chance? It’s hard to live like this, I still love you. I love you and Jason.” He pleaded. “Tetsu…” you hesitate. “To tell you the truth, I left work,” he confesses once again. You look at him in shock, bringing your full attention to him. “What?” you ask, tears building up in your eyes. “I left work because that’s what took you both from me. And now, I found a new job. It’s still office work but it’s less busy than the last one. I have more time for you both now. So please, please, Y/N. Please come back home.” He looks at you with pleading in his eyes. “Tetsu, I… I need to think more about this. I’m sorry.” You turn to go back to his bedroom, softly shutting the door. Without a pause, you turn back at the door and silently cry against it. 

The next morning, Tetsu woke up with the sunlight hitting his face. He immediately stood up, remembering what happened last night. He runs to check Jason’s room, gone. Then he goes to the room you slept in, gone as well. Finally accepting the truth, he lets out a deep sigh, tears burning in his eyes. He shuts the door, having a good cry outside the door. For about half an hour later, he finally stands up. He makes his way to the kitchen to make coffee. Perhaps coffee could help give him energy for the long day today. He sat down on the island chair of the kitchen with his head facing down while he holds his cup of coffee when he hears the door open. He quickly looked up that his neck almost hurt. He was shocked to see who was at the door. It was you and Jason, with your dozen bags. “We’re back home,” you tell him in a sweet voice, giving him a sheepish smile. He drops his cup of coffee and rushes to both of you, hugging you both very tightly, almost saying he doesn’t want to let you go ever again. “Oh god, Y/N,” he whispers in relief. Finally, he pulls back, taking a good look at you both, caressing your face, “Welcome back home.”

© Matsuri

[malii-the-bonehead]

The Other Woman pt4

Slow burn

Summary: Chris, a popular hockey player at school where Y/n went, found himself falling for the beautiful, shy girl. As time went on he found out who Y/n truly was as a person and ultimately, he had to make the choice, his girlfriend, or the other woman.

Part 4

Chris ended up never texting me last night. He probably fell asleep. I don’t blame him. I wish I was sleeping early last night. I’m worried about whether he'll pass his calculus exam. He didn’t text this morning either.

I wasn’t worried. I mean we only texted once I’m not attached or anything. 

And not to mention how distracted I am with work. Maybe it is better that he didn't pull my focus away from the important things. 

“Good morning,” my mom stumbled into the kitchen

“Good morning mom,” I responded. She rubbed her eyes and sat at the island in our kitchen. “How’d you sleep?”

“Fine, I guess. I have a throbbing headache though,” She rubbed her temples with both hands, shutting her eyes and sighing. 

I walked over to the medicine cabinet and grabbed some advil. I filled a glass with some tap water and gave the pills and water to her. She mumbled a quiet “thank you” when she grabbed the water from my hand. I put the pills on the counter and grabbed my bag off the chair next to her.

“I’m about to leave for school. Do you need anything before I go?” 

She replied, “When you get out of school can you go to the store and buy me some new socks? I can’t seem to find any.”

“Yeah, mom I’ll get you some. But just so you know they have some clean socks in the basket on the dryer.” I kissed the top of her head, spinning around and heading towards the front door. 

“Thank you, Y/n. I love you, be safe.”

I looked back at her. “I love you too, mom.” 

I opened the front door, stepping outside into the cool air. 

–

I'm sitting in the parking lot, waiting for the first school bell to ring. I decided I’d smoke the rest of my joint before going into the building. It wasn’t much, just a little less than half. I’m not super lightweight with weed, thankfully. 

The clock on my car hit 6:50, meaning it was time to go inside before the late bell rings. I grabbed my stuff from the backseat and shut off my car, locking it and walking into the school building.

To be honest, I’ve been thinking about Chris most of the morning. I really hope he does well on his calculus test today.

Time for gym class. The most dreaded class of the day. But, at least I didn’t have to do it sober, right?

–

First and second hour seemed to pass by really quickly. It is now third hour and I’m sitting at my desk. I have so many butterflies in my stomach. I feel like I’m going to throw up, like something is going to happen. I don’t know why I feel like this. I might be hungry.. Or nervous. My high wore off midway through the second period meaning I was now sober again. A few people told me I needed perfume this morning. I hope I masked the smell well. I didn’t need anyone knowing I did such crazy activities in my down time. 

I looked up from my phone, seeing Chris walk in the room. His hair was a mess and his eyes looked droopy like he didn’t get enough sleep last night. He looked at me. I slightly smiled at him, pulling my headphones down to my shoulders. He trudged slowly over to my desk, rubbing his eyes with his fingers before blinking down at me. 

“Good morning, Christopher.” Something in my stomach just turned. I did feel nervous. But not just nervous, nervous to be around him. 

“Good morning,” he grunted out. He sat down on top of my desk, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

“Did you get to study for your calculus test?” I asked him cautiously. I didn’t know how tired Chris would react, if he would be cranky or calm. 

“I did. All night, actually. I was going to text you but I figured you’d be exhausted. You needed the rest.”

He cared about how much I rested? So he didn’t call me, not because he was asleep but because he didn’t want to bother me. 

“Oh, silly I didn’t mind. Honestly, I was worried about whether you had been able to study.” I picked at my thumb nail, feeling his gaze on me. “How did that go by the way?”

“I think I got it all crammed into my head. I don’t get most of it but I know the basics. I’m so tired though. I slept through first and second hour.” He let out a light chuckle. A chuckle that made my insides tingle. 

“I can tell, your hair is a mess.” I brought my hand up to his head, carefully fixing his hair. His face went bright pink and he looked away from me. 

“Yeah, it’s tough to sleep with your head on a desk.” If Chris wasn’t next to me I probably wouldn’t have heard him. 

“Trust me, I know. I used to sleep in my classes a lot last year.” He turned to look at me, his face back to its original color. He was really pretty in this lighting. Classroom lighting isn’t the best, but somehow he makes it work. 

“Y/n,” he looked at me with a puzzled expression. I looked up at him, nodding my head slightly. “Do you smell weed in here?”

I shut my eyes. Shit, it’s still lingering on my clothes.

I quickly opened my eyes and reached into my bag, grabbing perfume for the fourth time today. 

“Sorry.” I stated to no one in particular. I sprayed my jacket with the perfume before placing it back into my bag. 

He had slightly wide eyes when I looked back at him.

“You smoke?” Chris was now staring at me waiting for my answer. 

“Um, every now and then I do. Is that a problem?” It didn’t come out as rude or harsh but more like a genuine question. He quickly shook his head.

“No, not at all. I just- You don’t seem like the type, you know?” I giggled quietly.

“Thanks?” I replied. The bell rang as he opened his mouth to speak. A man walked into the class. A man who’s not our teacher. Chris looked dead into my eyes and mumbled a quiet, “I’ll see you in a few,” before getting up from the top of my desk and moving to his in the back. 

“As you can see, your teacher isn’t here today. I won't be a substitute. I have a paper I will put on this desk. You all need to come look at the room you need to go to for this class period. As far as I know, your teacher will be back on Monday. Don’t push, shove, or act like wild animals when you come up here to check the paper. When you find your name and room number, sign your initials and go to that class. You don’t go to your assigned class and you will be marked as skipped, everyone understands?” The teacher looked around the class, making sure everyone knew what he was explaining. He nodded his head to himself,  “Good, you may go check your rooms.”

I got up, slowly walking to the paper on the empty desk in the front of the class. I waited for a few people before grabbing the paper, finding my name and room number. 

“What room did you get?” I felt Chris’s presence was too close to me. I turned my head slightly to see him practically leaning over me. I felt my legs start to give out a little bit, but I stood strong.

“I have to go to room 962. Yours says 240. Do you want me to sign your name for you?” I looked back at him once again, showing him the paper.

“Yes, thank you. It sucks that we have to go across the school from each other. Would you mind if I walked you there?” My eyes opened slightly. I quickly shifted, turning to face him.

“No, you don’t have to do that. I have to walk up 2 flights of stairs. Don’t waste energy you don’t have, Chris.” He looked kind of sad when I said that. 

“Trust me, I’ll be fine. Just let me walk you this one time?” I sighed. The paper was now out of my hand and on the desk. Chris was bent over the desk, signing my initials first, then his own. I rolled my eyes, went back to my desk, and grabbed my things. Chris did the same thing before we both walked out of the double doors to exit the class. 

Walking seemed like it took forever. Those stairs killed me, and Chris hasn’t said much to me. We walked close, but not too close. When we arrived at my class, I thanked him for walking me.

“Thank you, Chris. I’m sorry you had to walk me all the way over here,”

“No, don’t worry, I don't mind. I guess I should start going back down, huh?” He chuckled a little, pulling his hair out of his eyes once again. Then, he suddenly had a look on his face like he was the smartest man in the world.  “Hey, why don’t you text me?”

I smiled up at him. “Sure, Chris, I’ll text you.”

He smiled back before slowly turning around and walking to his class, across the school. I blew the hair out of my face before walking into the classroom and finding an empty desk at the back. 

–

It’s been about 30 minutes since I’ve been in class with no one I know. I had put my music on and started reading before I remembered to text Chris. I pulled out my phone and put my book away on the desk in front of me.

Hey, Chris. I pressed send. Before I could even put my phone down, I felt it vibrate in my hand. I looked down at it, reading the new message that popped up on my phone. 

Hola Y/n. He waited a second before sending another text. Sorry, I’m in a Spanish class right now. I smiled down at my phone. 

You’re silly. I’m in an art class. I don’t know anyone here. I found myself waiting for his next response. I know he read it, read receipts were on. I saw the message bubble pop up. It was an image.

I know a few people here. Class is boring as hell though. I smiled again, pressing on the picture and finding Madi and his brother Matt in the picture as well as someone I didn’t recognize.

Lucky, I’m all by myself. But I don’t mind it. Now, I can read in peace:) He responded fast.

I like how you just read all the time. Not many people do. It’s cool. What are you reading by the way?

I looked at the book, now closed, on my desk. I took a picture and sent it to him. 

Is that the giant book you carry everywhere with you? I didn’t know you were into poetry. I felt heat rush to my face. He noticed the book because I carried it around. He looked at me enough to realize that it was in my hand all the time. The message bubble popped up again. I sat and waited for his text to be sent.  A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Its loveliness increases, it will never. Pass into nothingness, but still will keep. A bower quiet for us, and a sleep. I looked down at the poem he sent. A poem by John Keats from 1956. A poem I was fond of. How’d he know that?

Did you google that? He took a second to respond. 

No, it may not seem like it, but I actually enjoy poetry. Reading isn’t my thing but I have a soft spot for anything poetic. 

He’s poetic, I thought to myself. I shook my head to myself softly.

Yeah, I didn’t take you as the type to like that kind of stuff. But it’s really nice to know, Chris. He sent a smiley face. I placed my phone down, thinking the conversation was over. Then, I felt my phone vibrate again on the desk. I picked it up and read the message. 

So, are you free tonight? I shut my eyes. I was off work Fridays and Sundays. I typed a quick message.

Yes, why?

Wanna hang out? I could still use some help on my calculus even though my test is next hour. Just to prepare me for the next one, yk? I felt my stomach turn a little. 

Sure, Chris. That sounds perfect. And just to let you know, I don’t have work on Fridays and Sundays. Sundays I'm usually pretty busy though. I pressed send waiting, once again. 

Ok, good. What time do you think we should do this? And where? Depending if my mom was home and how clean the house was, then definitely not my house. I didn’t want him to see how we lived. I mean we have a decent house, but it for sure isn’t a big beautiful house. 

I sent him a response after pondering for a while. I have to run to the store after school so probably not until later in the day. 5 maybe? And you can pick the place to meet at.

I made sure to put meet at so he didn’t suggest mine, or his house. 

5 is good. And how about we meet at the cafe near the library. That was a perfect answer, Chris. I needed a new book anyways so after I help him, I can go get the few books I need. 

Perfect. I’ll see you there. Or do you want me to pick you up? 

No no don't worry about that. I’ll get Matt to bring me. 

Chris and I sent a few texts back and forth. The bell rang, signaling the 4th hour was about to start. I sent him a quick, good luck on your calculus test, Chris. Just do your best and don’t stress over it. I picked up my things and made my way to my next class.

[xztloux]

hey love! love your writing! I saw you were accepting requests sooooo could you do Tom kaulitz helping f!reader through a panic attack? the reader has been softly pushing him away all day to not burden him and then he finds her going through one at the end of the day? ❤️❤️❤️

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↳˗ˏˋ Tom kaulitz ˊˎ˗ ↴

▸ content warnings: panic attacks, dark thoughts (?)

▸ summary: Tom comforts you through a panic attack

▸ A/N: of course I can lovelies! Sorry if there are any mistakes. Just a disclaimer I will be using my own experience from having a panic attack so I’m sorry if it doesn’t match your experience. I HOPE THIS DID YOUR IDEA JUSTICE! 😭

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You were have one of your bad days again. You felt tired and shaky, and you definitely didn’t want to bother Tom with it. Obviously Tom being Tom had noticed you acting differently and was slightly worried about you. “Liebe…are you feeling alright?” He’d ask you gently resting his hand on your leg, giving it a light comforting squeeze. “Y-yeah yeah I’m fine Tom.” You replied getting up off the sofa you two were sitting on. “I’m.. um I’ve just got a headache.” You lied putting your hand on your head fighting back the tears in your eyes. Before Tom could answer you quickly left the living room going upstairs to your shared bedroom to be alone, not wanting to burden him with your problems. Tom saw this and felt upset, he knew damn well that you were lying to him. He wanted to do something to cheer you up, even if it was just a bit. He quickly got up slipping his shoes on and running around to corner shop nearby. He grabbed you a couple of your favorite chocolates and drinks hoping it would cheer you up a bit.

Tom walked into the house calling out your name, but got no answer, thinking you had gone to sleep he quickly put the snacks away in the kitchen before quietly making his way upstairs to your guys room. He gently creeped the door open expecting to find you asleep In bed, but you were nowhere to be seen. “Liebe?” He said aloud before noticing the bathroom door open a jar. He opened it to find you sitting on the floor hands and legs shaking, tears running down your red cheeks from crying so much. Tom quickly rushed to you thinking you’d somehow hurt yourself. “Honey what’s wrong? What happened?” He asked worried and panicked slightly, you looked up at through tear stained eyes.

“I-I…” you chocked out but couldn’t quite talk properly. Your breathing was rapid. Tom soon realised what was happening and knew he had to ground you. “Okay okay, look at me-“ he gently grabbed your face making you look at him. “- look at me, focus on me.” He says softly. “Breathe, I���m here okay, breathe” Tom repeated, he hated seeing you like this, and he slightly blamed himself for noticing how you were feeling. After a while you calmed down still sniffing and cheeks red from crying. “I’m..I’m sorry” you chocked out tears forming again. “No.. don’t be sorry baby..” he says softly pulling you into a hug kissing the top of your head. “Why didn’t you tell me…?” He asked gently not going to push you if you didn’t want to talk. “I…-“ you sighed. “I didn’t wanna bother you..I didn’t wanna be a burden” you said softly your voice horse from all the crying.

Tom was shocked and immediately held your face looking into your eyes. “You will never, never be a burden to me. Never.” He says in a stern but soft away before leading you out the bathroom and into the bedroom, laying down on the bed with you. “I love you.” He says softly hugging into you lovingly. You smile softly feeling better nice nuzzling into him. “Love you too”

[berryhobii]

Hiii! I recently discovered your account and I'm so in love with you writings 😭. Can you do a namjoon x f!reader where namjoon gets really jealous and possessive so he picks a fight with her but then he regrets it when he saw her crying so he decided to remind her who she belongs to?!! Thanks in advance 💜

Thanks for your request! I actually kind of forgot what you specified so by the time I finished and read it again, I realize that you asked for reader to cry. I totally forgot. I’m sorry! I did include some tears of pleasure though. Hopefully that makes up for it. I also made Namjoon super toxic in this🫣still, I hope you enjoy!🩵🩵🩵

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“You’re such an asshole! Why do you always do this?!” You slammed your purse down on your vanity, the furniture rocking under the force. You didn’t even care about your expensive makeup tumbling off it. That blush was $30!

“Why do you always insist on parading yourself around like you’re not in a relationship?”

Your head whipped around so fast that the tips of your braids smacked you in the face.

“You’re acting like I have For Rent sign hanging off my pussy, Namjoon!”

“You might as well!”

This wasn’t the first time you and your long term boyfriend had gotten into an argument like this. Specifically about this particular topic. It was honestly exhausting. Why did you even stick around?

Namjoon had been your on and off boyfriend for close to a decade. You two met in a little after high school. While he went off to college, you immediately started working, deciding that college wasn’t really for you. You worked a lot of odd jobs; mail carrier, retail worker, security guard and now you were a personal assistant at a company you actually really liked. It was good pay, good benefits, you even got your weekends free.

Working at a company meant company dinners. Normally, you’d decline. You’d tell your coworkers that you were tired or that you were spending time with your boyfriend and they’d take that excuse.

But the real reason you didn’t go was because your boyfriend was bat shit crazy.

Your hands waved around as you yelled back, “I’m not fucking anyone else, Namjoon! And I’m not trying to. Why the hell are you so paranoid?”

“How can I not be paranoid when my girlfriend is at a bar in a pair of jeans showing her ass?”

You ran a hand down your face, your laugh spiteful and exasperated. “I have a fat ass, Namjoon! What do you want me to do? Take it off and leave it on the dresser? Do I tell you to keep your dick at home?”

He was being completely unreasonable like always. You were a thicker girl. That would show regardless of what you wore. The fact that he almost blamed you for your body type and clothes as if they didn’t attract him in the first place was absolutely ridiculous. He could barely go 15 minutes without slapping it or telling you how sexy you were. It’s like he didn’t like you even existing outside of your apartment. Some irrational fear that you’re popping your coochie for other people. It was ridiculous.

He watched with rage filled eyes as you started walking around the room, removing your jewelry. He didn’t know why he was so upset. Just seeing you in that bar, laughing and with all those male coworkers around you.

It filled him with something more than jealousy.

Envy. Possessiveness.

You were his. No one else’s.

Honestly, seeing you so frustrated with him made his cock stir. The desire to force you back into submission was heavy on his shoulders and mind.

“Who was that guy you were talking to? I thought you didn’t date short guys.”

You were starting to get a headache. Tossing your earrings in the little dish on your vanity, you said, “his name’s Yoongi and I don’t want to date him. I’ve also never said I don’t date short guys. You’ve been my only boyfriend and it just so happens to be that you’re tall. Why are you putting words in my mouth?”

He could still remember how you laughed at whatever that guy said. Your hand pushing him because you had a tendency to hit people when you were laughing. Who the hell was this Yoongi guy to even be able to make you laugh? Namjoon should be the only one seeing you that joyous.

“It’s like you’re intentionally trying to piss me off. Do you get a kick out of making me angry?”

“If you’re pissed off at my body existing, that sounds like a you problem.” You went to your closet to start removing the bad jeans and your shirt.

“You should have known how I’d react.”

There it was. He was trying to flip it and blame you for his reaction.

Why did you even stay with him? He filled your days with unease. You weren’t the kind of person to let people control your actions. You were an adult. You’ve been handling yourself just fine. You knew deep down that you didn’t need him, the stress he brought.

But Namjoon was familiar. He was the only man you’ve been in a relationship with. He was all you knew. You couldn’t just let him go.

Liar. You could. You could pack up right now and leave him forever. Why haven’t you?

Pulling your night shirt over your head, you walked back out of the closet to see him sitting on the bed. He was manspread and staring at you with dark eyes. If you weren’t so peeved, you’d probably drop to your knees and give him a blowjob so good that it would knock him unconscious. “You know what, Namjoon? I’m so over you. When will you get it through your thick head that I’m not fucking anyone else and I don’t want to?!” You sighed. “In a minute, I won’t even want to fuck you anymore. Not while you’re acting like this.”

Just as you were about to turn around to walk to the bathroom, his hand wrapped around your wrist and yanked you down onto the bed. With a practiced quickness, he was hovering above you, his dragon like eyes staring holes into your face.

“You’re mine. Your pussy is mine. Don’t get mad at me because I don’t want you acting like you’re single.”

You tried to fight out of his hold but his huge body kept you down. Damn it, why did he have to start going to the gym? He was easier to overpower when he was still his lanky self. Now he’s beefed up and while you liked it, it really worked against you in these situations.

“How is me wearing jeans acting like I’m single? It’s not like I sucked anyone’s dick.”

His grin pissed you off even more.

“You probably wanted to. You always have been good at it.”

Fuck being on thin ice. He was in shark infested waters now.

You smirked back. “Yeah, it put your quick nutting ass to sleep everytime.”

His hand wrapped around your throat, not pressing hard enough to cut off your oxygen but enough so you could feel the pressure. You hated yourself for getting excited, pussy clenching. For all the times for your vagina to betray you, it had to be now?

“Take that back.”

“Make me. Bitch.”

His jaw clenched. “Oh. I’ll make you alright.”

That was all it took for him to lift off of you, stalking over to your bedside table. Squinting your eyes suspiciously, you tried to peek past his broad back. You only kept a few things in that drawer.

Shit.

The clink of those fuzzy blue handcuffs made both excitement and slight nervousness radiate down your body. You hardly used those since Namjoon didn’t have to do much to pin you. If he was getting them, that could only mean one thing.

“You son of a bitch!”

He had lifted the vibrator off your clit, once again denying you of your orgasm. That was number 8 and neither of you were backing down. Your brown skin was slick with sweat, as was your pussy in arousal. Your abused and overstimulated clit throbbed, begging for enough to push you over the edge but this asshole wasn’t having it.

While you were completely naked, he was still fully clothed. Something about that just got to you—the pure dominance in him still having clothes on was sexy as hell but you’d never tell him that. His own erection was painfully straining against his pants. He so badly wanted to just whip it out and fuck your gushing cunt until you were begging for him to stop. But that would be too easy. You didn’t deserve his cock nor any orgasms. Not until you said sorry.

“Apologize and I’ll let you cum.” His jaw tightened letting you know he was getting more and more irritated. Ha!

You glared at him, mentally wishing for him to burst into flames. Sadistic bastard. You’d never say it. It’s his fault for being paranoid. You weren’t about to apologize for his reaction. Your pride wouldn’t let you.

“N-never.”

He sighed before pressing the vibrator back against your clit. Your hips jerked up, hands pulling against your restraints as your orgasm rushed back to you.

This has been going on for almost an hour. Namjoon could see you were still holding strong and he hated it. He wanted you to break, wanted you to beg for his forgiveness, for you to go back to being his good girl. He didn’t understand why you couldn’t just be obedient.

Ah well. He liked putting you back in your place. He signed up for it when you two started dating anyway.

“Why do you have to be such a brat? Just say you’re sorry and we can move on.”

You were so close. So so close. Every nerve in your body was set alight with pleasure and absolute malice for your boyfriend. You were a brat? Why was he such a controlling piece of shit?

“Fuck you.” You gritted out.

He took the vibrator away again, your orgasm fading once more. You slumped back against the bed, chest heaving and stubbornness starting to fade.

Maybe you should just apologize. It’s not like you’d actually mean it. It would just stroke this sadistic motherfucker’s ego and make him feel like he has some power over you.

Turning off the vibrator, he tossed it to the side before moving to unbuckle his pants. The action itself was way sexier than it was. Was he finally about to fuck you? That would make you cum instantly.

No, he wouldn’t. He knew you came super easily from penetration. If you knew him like you think you did, you know he wasn’t giving up.

His hard cock sprung out of his pants. Your lust filled eyes locked on it. God, why did he have to be this way? You were already thirsty for him, you only wanted his cock. So why did he think you wanted to screw every man you came across?

He stroked his cock a few times, yet another action that shouldn’t be as sexy as it was.

Gripping the back of your thigh, he pushed it into your body, your other following out of instinct. He smirked at your movement and you wanted to kick him in his face.

Lining up with your hole, he began pushing inside. Your back arched at the wide intrusion, relief flooding you at finally having his cock stretch you.

But when you didn’t feel the rest of his cock inside, you lifted your head. It looked like he was struggling himself, breathing out a shaky breath at your tight walls. You were a brat but you had the best pussy he’s ever had.

“What the hell…..?”

He lifted his head to look at your desperate and confused face. Hook, line and sinker. You were too easy.

“You don’t deserve my whole cock. If you don’t want to apologize, I’m not gonna give it to you.”

“So you’re just gonna give me the tip?! You bastard!” You tried to kick your legs but he held them in place.

Best believe, he wanted nothing more than to bury his cock in your slick walls and pound you through the mattress but he had a lesson to teach. You couldn’t keep getting away with this behavior.

A few small thrusts and he already felt ready to bust.

You bucked your hips, trying to get him to sink deeper but he backed up to keep just the tip inside of you.

“You ass! What the hell is your problem?”

“Apologize. Last chance.”

Your blood boiled in your veins. You wanted to cum so badly but you refused to say you were sorry. You’ve had enough of this ass pushing you around.

But……………

His head hung low as he thrusted a few more times, one stroke going just a little bit deeper and brushing past your sweet spot.

Fuck this!

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry okay?”

That grin was back. Easy work.

He adjusted himself before ramming his entire cock into your walls. His fingers dug into your thighs hard enough to bruise.

“See? That wasn’t so hard now was it?”

You didn’t even have the nerve to retort. All you could focus on was the feeling of his cock. Your orgasm was right there once again and you were confident you’d finally reach it.

A sudden pain to your breast caused your back to arch. You lifted your head just as it happened again.

Namjoon twisted your nipple between his fingers, the sharp pain only adding to the thick haze of pleasure.

“See how good it feels when you just do what I say? Say you’re sorry again.”

He twisted your nipple again, your mouth opening to scream out an, “Sorry! I’m so sorry!!”

“Good girl.”

Picking up the vibrator again, he clicked it to its highest setting before pressing it back on your clit, his hips still delivering deep strokes to your fluttering walls.

Your throat ached from the Bloody Mary scream you let out. Tears pricked at your waterline, your chest feeling tight as the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had slammed into you.

Your legs kicked sporadically, hips bucking as you humped against the toy. Black dots danced in front of your vision as you rode out the almost endless orgasm. The first one didn’t even have a chance to come down before you were floating into the next one.

Namjoon cursed as you squeezed him impossibly tight, little droplets of liquid hitting his pelvis.

The hand that wasn’t holding the toy went to wrap around your throat, shaking you a little and forcing you to focus on him.

“Whose pussy is this?” He needed to hear you say it.

Your mouth dropped open but no words came out. Tears streaked down your face, your mascara getting all messed up.

You were perfection to him. His perfect little toy.

His fingers pushed down over your pulse point before he asked you again, “I asked you a question.” He growled. The headboard was crashing into the wall, leaving an indent you’d complain about tomorrow but he didn’t care. He’d just fuck that out of you too.

“Yours! It’s yours! I’m sorry!” You slurred, yet another orgasm coursing through you, your toes curling hard enough to crack. You didn’t even think you were still in your body. Your mind was somewhere else. That let you know that he had effectively fucked you dumb.

“That’s right. It’s mine. Don’t you forget it. Now thank me for my cock.” He pressed the toy harder on your clit, thrusts speeding up. If not for the handcuffs and his hold on your throat, you would have been slammed through the wall.

“T-thank you, thank you, thank you! Fuhhhhhhhhh—uuuuccckkkk….”

With one last vice like squeeze of your walls, Namjoon pulled out of you, releasing your neck to pump his cock over your stomach. Hot splashes of his release painted your brown skin, your eyes falling shut at the sensation.

Your legs fell from their folded position, your body squirming away from the vibrator. Namjoon clicked it off before dropping it to the ground with a loud thud.

Both of your chests heaved from exertion, your body still twitching in the aftershocks. You felt ready to pass out.

Namjoon stared down at you—your belly covered in his cum and your skin already darkening just a little from his grip on you.

You couldn’t see his smirk but it was there.

You were his. And it would stay that way.

[dccomicsimagines]

Bedtime with the Boys - Jason Todd x Roy Harper x Reader

Part Two

Requested by Anon - I wanna RoyxJasonxreader! fluff

Requested by Anon - Bedtime fluff with Roy and Jason

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You peeked into Lian’s room. Her Batman nightlight cast enough light for you to see she was fast asleep with her stuffed monkey under her arm. You resisted the urge to go in and kiss her forehead. She was a light sleeper and you didn’t want her up when Jason and Roy got home.

Both men were out on patrol, taking over due to Batman and Robin’s recent injuries during a Justice League crisis. You knew they would be tired from patrolling every night this week. Silently shutting Lian’s door, you went into the kitchen and pulled sandwich stuff out of the fridge. 

You turned on the little radio, humming along to the music. There were no news breaks, so it must be a slow night. At least you hoped. You made Lian’s lunch for school, making her a peanut butter, jelly, and banana sandwich. You used a star shaped cookie cutter to make it fancy. 

The living room window clicked open. You tensed, listening. Two sets of feet stomped inside somewhat quietly. You smiled, recognizing their whispers. Roy came into the kitchen first. “Hey sweetheart,” Roy said, coming up to kiss your cheek and steal the crusts of Lian’s sandwich. 

“Hey yourself.” You rolled your eyes at him, carefully packing Lian’s star sandwiches in the bento box before making it pretty with some grapes, carrots, potato chips, and a string cheese stick. “Slow night?”

Roy hummed, watching you as he chewed. “You’re spoiling her with those lunches.”

“I can make yours this pretty too.” You looked over your shoulder, frowning when you didn’t see Jason. “Where’s Jay?”

Roy hopped onto the counter, swinging his legs. You put Lian’s bento box in the fridge before starting to make sandwiches for Roy and Jason. They were always hungry when they came back from patrol. You didn’t blame them. “He had to dive into the Gotham River after a jumper,” Roy said, leaning on his knees. He licked his lips as you added all the fixings to his sandwich. 

“He okay?” You frowned, slapping Roy’s hand away when he tried to steal a pickle.

“Yeah, just cold and smelly.” Roy smirked as you finished and handed him the sandwich. Roy took a big bite. “He went straight for a shower,” he mumbled with his mouth full.

You sighed, shaking your head at him. “Luckily Lian isn’t awake to see you talk with your mouth full.” You made Jason’s sandwich with roast beef. “Maybe I’ll heat up some soup as a side for Jay’s. He’ll need the warmth. The river is freezing this time of year.”

Roy swallowed. “You take such good care of us, babe.” He grinned as he finished his sandwich. You shook your head, moving to take out a can of soup. 

“Well someone has to.” You laughed softly. Roy hopped off the counter and grabbed a can of soda from the fridge. He opened it, watching you as you heated up the soup. 

“The shower is free, stinky,” Jason said, coming into the kitchen with only a towel around his waist. Roy and you ogled him before sharing a look with each other. “Go.” Jason tried to hide the smirk on his lips. He pushed Roy toward the doorway. 

Roy stuck out his tongue before kissing Jason’s cheek and slipping away. “I heard you and the Gotham River had a fun time tonight.” You puckered your lips for him.

Jason pecked your lips with a quick kiss. “Yeah, lots of fun.” He shivered before taking a seat at the table. You did your best not to ogle him too much. “Lian’s asleep?”

“Out like a light.” You set the bowl of soup and the sandwich in front of him. Jason’s eyes brightened. You ran your fingers through his damp hair. He took the first bite. Even after all these years, he still got excited at the sight of food. “You okay?”

Jason hummed, swallowing before he answered. “I’m good. You? How’s your headache?” He reached up to touch your temple. His hand was warm. You leaned into his touch. 

“Barely there. I took my meds.” You gave him a smile. A bad hit on the head during the last mission left you with bad headaches. Until you could manage, Jason and Roy insisted you stay home. “Lian was content to have movie night with all the lights off for me.” 

Jason nodded, studying you before going back to his food. You sat next to him, folding your arms to watch him. The two of you sat with only the sound of Jason’s chewing to break the silence. Your eyes started to get heavy. “Go to bed, sweetheart. I’ll meet you there,” Jason said, smirking when you jerked. 

A yawn slipped past your lips. “Right.” You kissed the top of his head and left the room. The shower was still running in the bathroom. You shook your head and turned down the covers before climbing in. The bed was cool. You wiggled your legs to warm up, feeling yourself doze off. 

Suddenly, a warm body pressed against your back. You flinched, jerking your elbow back on for it to meet a hand. “Sorry, it’s just me,” Roy whispered, kissing your neck soothingly. 

“No, it’s my fault.” You relaxed, melting back into him. “Where’s Jay?”

The bed dipped as you spoke. You felt a third hand rest on your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m here,” Jason yawned. You rolled over in Roy’s arms and kissed his lips. Over Roy, you caught the top of Jason’s head. He was spreading out on his side of the bed. Jason liked his space for the most part, leaving you and Roy to cuddle and share one side of the King sized bed. Only on bad nights, you found Jason cuddling up. 

You sighed, burying your face in Roy’s chest. His shirt was soft. Your nose tickled with the scent of soap and that musky sweet Roy scent. Roy tightened his arms around you. “You’re a little cold.”

“Warm now.” You closed your eyes, letting your hands curl up to your chest. “Good night, loves.”

Roy kissed your forehead, resting his chin on the top of your head. His feet nudged their way between your legs. You smiled, letting yourself drift off again. 

“Good night,” Jason mumbled softly from his side. The bed shifted as he settled down. You felt Roy’s breathing even out. “Love you both.” You smiled as sleep tugged you back under.

[noforkingclue]

The Body in the Library Chapter 2 (Sherlock Holmes x reader)

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You folded your arms and crossed one leg over the other as Lestrade gave you a tired look.

“Are you serious?” he asked

“What do you think?” you asked, “I find a body in my library-“

“Having two book cases in your living room does not mean it’s a library.” Interrupted Sherlock

“And a body which was clearly murdered in the same manner as one of my best sellers,” you continued, ignoring what Sherlock had said, “what was I meant to do?”

“Call the police and not him.” Lestrade said

“Well I did,” you said, rolling your eyes, “and if you were a bit quicker you might’ve been my top suspect Greg.”

“But you called Sherlock first.” Lestrade said, exasperated

“He didn’t pick up,” you replied curtly, “John did.”

Sherlock scoffed as he continued to pace about your kitchen. You glared at him out of the corner of you eye before sighing and resting your elbow on the table.

“Ok,” you said, “look, I know Sheer Luck didn’t kill that person. I was just pulling your leg! However, that doesn’t explain why there’s a body in my lib- living room. Am I being targeted?”

“Unlikely.” Said Sherlock

You turned around in your seat and glared at him. Sherlock’s back was facing you and you snapped,

“What makes you think that? There’s a dead body in my house, killed in the same manner as one of my best sellers.”

“One of your best sellers.” Muttered Sherlock under his breath

“How is that someone not targeting me!”

“The person murdered was clearly the target,” Sherlock pulled out his phone and started texting, “not you. You were just a convenient place to dump the body. If you will insist on not having suitable alarms then these things will happen.”

“Convenient?”

You stood up and Lestrade sighed and left the kitchen. He was getting a headache from listening to you and Sherlock argue. John, who was lurking outside the kitchen, looked up.

“So,” John said, “how exactly do those two know each other?”

Lestrade opened his mouth to answer but a shout cut him off. He sighed and nodded towards the outside. When they were both outside, he lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.

“That,” he said eventually, “is something they neither of them really talk about.”

“They’ve fucked,” Anderson said, “almost certain they have.”

“Really,” John didn’t sound so sure, “neither of them seem to like each enough for that.”

“You can’t really blame her for hating him though,” said Anderson, “although you’ve got to question her intelligence if she did sleep with him.”

“Who slept with who?”

You asked them as you joined the group outside. You folded your arms as you leant against the wall and said,

“I left Holmes in there. If I spent another minute in there alone with him there would’ve been another body. At least if I did kill him it would be in my kitchen and that’s tiled. A lot easier to mop up blood from tiles instead of hardwood.”

“I thought poison was more your taste.”

You looked over your shoulder and glared at Sherlock who just raised his eyebrows in response.

“I’m sorry I don’t have any arsenic at hand,” you said dryly, “Rest assured that if I did I would certainly use it. Also, I am glad to know you are aware of which methods I usually go to in my books. Are you a secret fan?”

“You mostly use strychnine.” Sherlock said

“You counted how many methods of murder I used.”

“I was merely curious how many times you reused a plot.”

“Reusing a murder weapon is not reusing a plot. Would you say that Agatha Christie reused plots?”

“Unlike you, she had some element of talent.”

“Now listen here-“

“We should probably leave,” Lestrade said to John, “they’re going to be like this for a while.”

“Is it always like this between them?” asked John

“No. Usually it’s a lot worse.”

[ejzah]

A/N: This took me entirely too long to finish.

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Collateral Damage, Part 7

Every breath Kensi took sounded like a freight train barreling through as she tried to stay as quiet and still as possible. It must have taken just a few seconds for the truck to pass by where she hid, yet it seemed like an eternity. Only when it was completely out of sight did she cautiously crawl out of the weeds.

Another wave of dizziness rocked her, and she grabbed onto a spindly tree until is passed. She needed to find some kind of shelter soon, preferably with a phone, because she was fading quickly. The desire to sit back down and rest for a few more minutes was overwhelming.

She had the babies and Deeks and Rosa to think about. They needed her to keep going. Pushing past her exhaustion, Kensi imagined Deeks’ smile, then two tiny faces with blonde curls to keep her feet moving as she climbed back onto the gravel road.

Somehow trekking through woods in adverse conditions, with injuries had been a lot easier a few years ago.

“Don’t even start,” she said to the imaginary Deeks in her head.

She blamed her dizziness and mounting headache for her lack of awareness. She never heard someone approaching from behind.

“Move another step and I’ll shoot your kneecap out,” a low voice growled from somewhere behind her. She recognized that voice from earlier at the house. Stilling, she quickly slid the knife in her hand into the cuff of her sleeve and held her arms out to the side.

Stopping within touching distance, he ran his hands down her sides and ankles, the muzzle of a gun dragging along her clothes.

“I knew I saw something out here when drove by,” he said with a smug voice that made Kensi want to break his nose. “Looks like you’re not so smart after all, Special Agent.”

Kensi nearly snapped then. She was tired, she hurt, and he was mocking her.

“Before you do anything you’ll regret, you should know that I’m pregnant,” Kensi told him, working to control her anger. It had worked with the last guy, though he was obviously younger and less experienced.

“Yeah, and I’m a Nigerian Prince. Turn around slowly and if you try anything—”

“You’ll shoot my knee out. Yeah, I heard you the first time,” Kensi interrupted. She should be terrified, or at the very least worried, but instead she felt a kind of fury induced focus come over her.

She turned, taking in the man’s dark blonde hair, about six feet tall, and glasses concealing his upper face. He grabbed her arm, pushing her in front of him as he began leading them back the way she’d come.

They went maybe a few hundred yards before the truck came into sight, and she knew she needed to act now or lose her chance. On the next step, stumbled forward a step, letting the knife slide backinto her hand, and as he reached to grab her, she spun, aiming for his ribs. She knew she made contact when he reared back with a roar of pain.

Kensi jerked the knife back out, adopting a fighting stance as he pressed his hand to his side, coming away with blood.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he promised.

***

Deeks had two choices: take one of the vehicles and backtrack along the gravel road, or head into the woods on foot. He didn’t know how severe any of Kensi’s injuries were, but he couldn’t see her heading into the open where she’d be more vulnerable.

Working mostly on instinct, he made a snap decision, and headed for the woods. A few feet in, he found a clearly defined boot print in a patch of mud. Deeks bent to examine it. He instantly recognized the familiar pattern of treads and the shape of the outline.

“Thank god you wore boots today, Kensi,” he murmured, rising. There was another less obvious print a few more yards, and he followed it along with the signs of trampled foliage.

The path deviated a little here and there, which concerned Deeks slightly. Based on the depth of the boot prints, she hadn’t been running, meaning she hadn’t been chased. Or at least he hoped.

A few times he had to guess that Kensi continued straight when the signs dropped off for more than a few yards. Eventually though, the trees began to think, and he knew he’d was reaching the other side of the woods. He knew Kensi wouldn’t have stopped unless she was seriously hurt, but he still felt his stomach sink in disappointment when he stepped out onto a gravel road and found it completely empty.

He started jogging along the road, hoping it wasn’t taking him farther from Kensi. He’d made it about half a mile when he heard a distant, yet piercing cry coming from the same direction. He broke into a full out run, shoes skidding on the gravel in his haste. A couple more shouts filled the air as he got closer, and then he drew even with a dust-covered truck, and two people on the ground.

Kensi was sprawled on the ground, fighting a man who just have been Ricky Dorton. She landed a punch squarely in his face, and she managed to crawl a few feet away before he grabbed her again, forcing her down with a rough movement, and pinning her down with his body.

Rage and fear filling him, Deeks ran the last few feet and jerked the man off Kensi, throwing him off balance. Not giving him time to react, he slammed his fist into the guy’s head repeatedly until he collapsed to the ground with a pained exhalation, his eyes slipping shut. Deeks unceremoniously cuffed him and tossed his weapon out of reach, then rushed to Kensi’s side.

“Kensi,” he breathed out, his voice trembling. She hadn’t moved. He touched her shoulder, and she groaned, rolling onto her back, blinking slowly.

“Deeks.” She sat up far more quickly, and threw herself against him, arms tightening around his shoulders. Fine shudders ran through her entire body. He could tell she’d fought hard from the dust and dirt covering clothes and the scrapes covering what’s kind was visible.

“Oh my god, baby. Are you ok? Your head.” He brushed her hair back from the temple not tucked into his body, cradling her skull with the other hand as he checked for injuries. Blood crusted along her hairline over a nasty bruise.

“I think I have a concussion, but I’m ok,” she said into his neck. “We’re ok.”

“Oh my god,” he repeated. “You scared me, baby.”

“Me too. But it’s gonna be ok. You found us.” Her fingers bit into his sleeves, clutching at him, and he held her just as tightly. Relief filled him even as he thought that he’d almost been too late.

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A/N: Yay, everyone’s ok!