#also heading to bed now so if you have follow-up questions i'll have to reply to it later!

[gotchibam]

I'm confused. I always see artists ask for refs if you commission art, but every artist I've seen ask/require refs? So who do I go to to make the refs in the first place?

Hi anon!! It's not easy for most artists to work w/ descriptions / words alone since we might not be able to interpret the way you want it that's why we ask for refs :)

If you don't have an existing ref for a character, you could describe what you want & supply supporting images (stock photos, google images, etc.) for how you want them to look like! For example, you can provide pics for the character's hairstyle or outfit! But ofc this still depends on the artist so it's best to consult / discuss it w/ them first beforehand.

In my case, I think it's something I can work with but then again — it's best to discuss it through dm (or email if you'd prefer?) first so I could check if it's doable for me!

[atebyflowers]

puppy | E.W

first time writing full smut . . so be gracious pls. i don't rmb ib . . so tag if u do lol — cw: sub!ellie, loser!ellie, fem reader, both afab, sex (duh), slight dacryphilia, fingering, cunnilingus, mommy kink, scissoring, cum eating, dom!reader, lol lol okay . . think thats all 🐈‍⬛ UNEDITED so ignore errors ty

"I need her so bad.” you say as you drag a cigarette between your lips, digging through your pockets in search of a lighter. The evening was loud, you and Dina has stepped out of the house to break from the over crowded party — the whether damp and gloomy making it look like midnight already. You groaned as dina took the cigarette out of your mouth, lighting it as she grew impatient waiting for you to finish digging through your pockets. "Did you even hear me?" You scoffed standing up to grab the now lit cigarette from her hands. Dina rolled her eyes at you, slightly laughing at what she thought, was your stupidity. "Shes to innocent for you babe" she replied after blowing out the smoke. "Yea? I'm sure nobody's that innocent. ." You replied taking another inhale from the cigarette. “You remember when i had to tutor her on sex ed?!" Dina laughed louder though her words, you scoff “that means nothing, maybe she needed help finding-" Dina cut you off with an even louder laugh, you rolled your eyes once again and shoved past her — stomping on the cigarette as you walked back into the house.

It was your sophomore year of college, at first — you were dreading moving back into your dorm the moment you found out you would have to move into a double this semester. Lucky for you, that all changed the moment you realize who your roomate was. Ellie. . the girl you've been practically obsessed with for as long as you can remember. God was she a fucking loser—but you loved it. The way she subtly watched you in admiration thinking you never noticed, the way she'd follow you around like a lost puppy whenever you hanged out in large groups . . She was an addiction to you — and you needed more. With her bed right across from yours, your mind spiraled with the ideas of her every time the sun set. When you finally fell asleep, all you could dream about was the way she’d sound underneath your grip . . fuck it killed you. You knew ellie was inexperienced, definitely not innocent like dina described it . . but she had never been with a girl the way you had been with a girl — you hated it, but we're also obsessed with the idea of being her first full body.

standing in front of the door to your dorm, Dina scoffed before you turned around to face her. "Suddenly you're nervous?" She questioned looking at you with an attitude, "I'm not . . fuck off dina" you responded. It was midnight now, actually midnight, and the two of you finally made it back to campus. Clothes drenched by the sudden storm — you turned away from the black haired girl and pulled out your dorm key. "I'll be praying for you, but i still don't think you have a chance!" Dina said, walking off before you could respond. You sighed heavily leaning your head back before you fully unlocked the door walked inside shaking your head. You hang up your soaked jacket and lift off your T-shirt leaving a tank top underneath. Throwing the wet t-shirt into your laundry hamper, you're caught off gaurd by the sounds of groans.

"Els?" You question walking into kitchen, making her jump. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you . . But you're really loud" you laughed. Ellie sighs through a laugh and turns back to her papers placing her pencil down on the counter. You walked closer to her, studying her expressions in an attempt to read her feelings. Watching her for a few moments in silence, you view her furrowed eyebrows as she chews on the eraser of her pencil. Moving even closer to lean over her shoulder, your breathe against her skin catches her off gaurd. "Need any help?" You question, slightly dragging your fingers up and down her exposed arms. Ellie smiled to herself before responding, "like you could help me" she scoffed sarcastically and you frowned "what is that supposed to mean?" You questioned, and ellie turned around to face you, you — backing up slightly so your eyes could meet once she's adjusted in her chair. "I just mean . . you know, I'm smart. . It's okay" her words made you laugh, "oh I know you're smart baby, but you look so stressed" you said patting her head, nearly petting her as she blushed at your response. "so pathetic" you thought in your head, your

teasing was ever so slightly, yet just enough to make her a re mess. Standing just above her, Ellie's eyes uncontrollably meet your chest — staring for a moment before she catches herself and looks away. You giggle as you watch her, causing sudden embarrassment to flush over her. "My eyes are up here" you said lifting her chin to face you, "i wasn-" Ellie's voice was shaky as she met your eyes again — nearly trembling over how close you two were. "I'm sorry" she barely gets out through a voice crack. You bite your lips hiding a smile as you look down at her, caressing her cheeks with your thumb. You hummed, pulling your body on top of hers in a straddle position—ellie's body slightly shocked by the sudden contact. "Look at me" you said as she tried to look in any other direction, before obeying your words and looking up at you. "have you done this before?" you questioned her remaining eye contact, your softer now — somewhat soothing her firing anxiety. Ellie shook her head, staring at you like a deer caught in the headlights. You chuckled, still soothing her cheeks with free hand — the other one caressing her thigh. "Have you thought about it?" You asked her bluntly, your voice just barely above a whisper as your faces were now closer than ever — lips Barry just brushing over eachother as ellie did nothing but whine in response. "use ur words baby . ." You responded, using your free hand to grab her jaw, forcing eye contact. "Yes" she stuttered through her response and you smirked, her breathe heavily filling the room already. "Tell me then . . . have you thought about?" You whispered again, eyes now on her lips.

"you . . I've thought about you" she blurted out, your eyes dragging up from her lips and onto hers. those words was all it took for you to pull her up, making her stand with you as you dragged her over to the living room and onto the couch. obediently, she sits down on the cushions as you tower over her — watching her fidget in her seat before you move to straddle her again. holding her chin with your hand, you pull her lips into yours aggressively — guiding her hands onto your waist. Ellie grips your sides as you slightly grind yourself against her — the small friction sending her into a trance. struggling to focus on your lips, distracted by her desperate attempts to feel you — you pull away from the kiss giving her a moment to breathe. "What do you want me to do?” you whisper, your breathe brushing her lips. Ellie whines and you grip her chin harder, "use your words . ." You add onto your words, causing her to whine again and choke out a response. "please . . touch me" she says softly — you smiling at her words.

pushing her down onto the couch, your mouth is on her lips again — even more aggressive then before, and Ellie wines as you make your way down her body. Dragging down her bottoms, you gently brush your hand over her boxers — ellies breath growing heavier with every touch. slowly enough to make her whine, you pull down hee boxers and push your hand up her body before dragging it back down. "

“You’re so pretty” You whisper, ellies eyes fluttering as her face grew red. "has anyone else ever seen you like this?" you questioned with your hand caressing her thigh again, your eyes watching it before you move them to look at her. ellie shakes her head before letting out a quiet "no", her response making you smile as you dragged your hand from her thigh onto her cunt, a moan escaping her lips in response to the sudden pleasure. Her desperation has you over the edge. She's a mess as you continue to rub her clit before bring your mouth down. your tongue gently moving up and down causes desperate 'pleases' to escape her mouth. Looking up at her with your head still between her legs, you move your down to her entrance. Without warning, you push two fingers into her cunt slowly — the suddenness causing a loud "fuck" to come out of her mouth.

"so perfect" you whine out, leaning down to latch your mouth into her clot — sucking onto it as you speed up your pace. fingers pumping in and out of her, ellies moans filled your ears — causing your own pleasure to form below. "f-feels so good. ." She whines out, her voice breaking as she attempts to hide her moans. Her words spark something within your body, making you increase your pace — the wetness between your mouth still sucking on her clit, and the juices spilling from ber cunt, causing you to moan into her. "I'm gonna-" she attempts to speak but cuts herself off with another loud moan.

"Not yet baby . . wanna hear you" you breathe out louder than before, removing your mouth for a slight moment to speak before pushing yourself back into her. she was an addiction, her sweet taste making it nearly impossible for you to stop. Tears spilled from ellies eyes as she attempted to obey your commands, grinding her hips into your face and fingers — she was entirely overwhelmed. "p-please, please let me cum.” She cries, her new tone causing you to smile to yourself.

Removing your mouth from her, your fingers still at a steady pace, you lean over her and use your free hand to grab her face harshly. "Say it again" you instructed her, her eyes still filled with tears as she practically yelled out her response. "Please- please mommy, please I need it.” Her words sending electricity throughout your body and you grow needy. With your own wet spot grown on your shorts, you remove your fingers from inside her causing her to whine loudly. Moving the fabric aside, you push your body onto hers. Careful not to waste time, you alone your clit with hers — holding her body down just enough for you to aggressively grind against her. The two of you moaning loud enough for whoever might be walking by the rooms to hear, shamelessly shes yelling your name as you fuck her ruthlessly. "it's . . Too much please, please y/n" she whimpered out, you aggressively pushing yourself down onto her harder, "take it baby . . you're doing so good. ." You responded, your tone sympathetic to her cries. ellie attempts to grind herself against you, desperate to put work in. "I need to cum, please let me cum, it- y-you f-feel so fucking good" she cries out louder than ever and you can feel your own release coming on with every grind against her soaking clit. "Cum with me baby . . . cum with mommy" you ordered in a husky tone, your voice alone being enough for her orgasm to come over her.

Before she could come down from her climax, you lifted yourself off of her — a string of your releases trailing off of your clit as you shifted your body down once again, pushing your mouth into her cum filled cunt. Ellie whimpered as you took her in, savouring her taste and sucking on her ever so slightly — being cautious of her sensitivity. Releasing your mouth from her body, you looked up at her — her hair a mess and her eyes still watery as she attempted to catch her breathe. You began kissing up her body until you reached her face, caressing her body up and down gently, she did the same with what strength she had left in her. "such a good girl" you whispered out, your eyes meeting her reddened face causing you to smile. "mmmm . ." You moaned into her lips as you pulled her in for a more gentle and passionate kiss.

"you did so good baby" you said barely moved away from her lips, "so so good" you added on, caressing her blushed face as her eyes — still dampened from her heavy tears, fluttered tiredly in response to your praises.

[harrysfolklore]

Tom Blyth and YN Take a Couples Quiz | GQ - actress!yn

gif by @obriy <333

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

read my actress!yn x tom insta blurb here <3

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"Hi I'm YN" 

"And I'm Tom"

"And today we're doing..." you looked at Tom so you could say the following part of your introduction together, "The GQ Couple Quiz!"

"Are you nervous?" you said as you looked at him, noticing his hands fidgeting on his lap.

"I'm alright, I'm pretty confident I'm a great boyfriend and I'll know all the answers." he gave the camera his million dollar smile and you couldn't help but show a smile of your own.

"Okay, first question," you looked at the card in your hands, "What is the name of my first movie?

"That one's pretty easy," he shrugged before continuing, "Spider-man Homecoming."

"That's correct," you flipped the card to read the next question, "What city did I grow up in?

Tom stayed quiet for few seconds, looking nervously at the camera and making you laugh. 

"Already? Really?" you looked at him in disbelief, "I thought you were a great boyfriend!"

"I am! This is a tricky one!" Tom moved his hands around and you covered your mouth with the card to hide your laugh "Okay, you were born in California, but you actually grew up in Phoenix."

"Correct! See! You knew it," you grabbed the card with the next question, "What would my job be if I weren't an actress?"

"Detective," Tom quickly said, "100% detective."

"Oh! That was fast," Tom shrugged before you continued, "Okay bonus, what kind of detective?" you looked at him with a raise eyebrow.

"Homicide," he replied quickly again, "All of those true crime podcasts prove it."

"Well yeah, that's true," you smiled as you read out the following question,  "Where was our first date?"

"It was at your house," Tom smiled as he remembered the moment, "And it was playing Clue, and I had to pretend to enjoy that game for you, and it was totally worth it."

"How sweet of you," you smiled at him before continuing, "Oh boy, you have to be specific for this one," Tom raised his eyebrows and waited for you to give him the question, "What is my night routine?"

"So, she puts on this little pink robe," he explained directly to the camera, "And then she puts her hair on one of these stretchy bandanna things so her hair is out of her face," you smiled at him, indicating that he was answering correctly, "Then she washes her face with this like foamy cleanse thing, then she puts on all her creams, and then when she's walking to the bed she turns on the heat, which is probably the only thing that we fight about," you both let out a laugh as he continued, "And then she gets in, she goes by her cupboard and she puts on these really fluffy and ridiculously warm socks and also my really baggy tracksuit bottoms but she rolls 'em and she puts one of my t-shirts 'cause she likes the smell of my aftershave," he smirked and you blushed for a second, "Then she gets in bed and she asks me to put one of these big fluffy, white blankets in the dryer so It's warm, then I tuck her in and put the other blanket on her  and that's it."

"Okay wow, you killed that one," you smiled at him, "You did really well."

The next questions were pretty easy for Tom's liking, getting right your astrological sing, celebrity crush, favorite ice cream flavor and the year you won your first Emmy. He ended up getting 23 points.

Now, it was your turn to answer questions about him.

"You feel ready, love?" he said giving you a smirk and you only nodded motioning him to read the first question, "Okay good luck, how old was I when I got my first role?"

"You were fifteen and already getting cast by Ridley Scott ." you answered confidently and sent a wink his way.

"Neat. What was the name of the high school I graduated from?"

"Was it North Hilld?" at this, Tom raised his eyebrows and shook his head, "Shit! It was Hills something, right?"

"You really don't know the name, love? This is making you look bad!" you covered your face in embarrassment, even tho you knew he was joking, "The correct answer is Arnold Hills."

"Ohhh that's right, give me the next one I'll do better."

"Okay, okay," he looked down at the card with the next question,  "Who's my celebrity crush?"

"Also easy, Jennifer Aniston," you smiled looking at the camera, “You had a poster of her hidden in your closet and all.”

"Nope, you're wrong," you raised your eyebrow at him, pretty sure you were right about your answer, "You're my celebrity crush, love."

"Tom! That was so bad!" you both laughed and he winked to the camera, "This is a serious game."

"Okay, okay, you got that one right," you rolled your eyes with affection as he read your next question, "The next questions are going to be a single sentence answer so I need you to do it as fast as you can, okay?"

"I'm ready, let's do it" 

"My go-to Karaoke song?

"Senorita by Justin Timberlake."

"What is my coffee order?"

"Oat milk latte."

"What is my biggest pet peeve?"

"Loud chewers."

"What's my hidden talent?"

"Whistling, like, melodically whistling if that makes sense."

"Okayy, those are all correct," he put the cards on the small coffee table between you, "We make a pretty good team, don´t you think?"

"We do, but I'm pretty sure I won." you shrugged and Tom laughed as you both turned to the camera to say your goodbyes.

"Thank you so much for watching. I personally think I won but we'll see."

"Thank you GQ!" you waved you hand and the camera stopped rolling shortly after.

The video ended up being one of the most watched on GQ's YouTube channel.

[reiderwriter]

Would you do a smut reid story where reid makes the fem reader beg for it?

A/N: I absolutely can do that, and I did. I hope you like it!

Summary: You didn't follow Spencer's rules while you were away, and now that he's back, you're desperate to know how he will react.

Warnings: MINORS DNI! 18+ Use of toys (f receiving), edging kind of, Dom!Spencer, sub!reader, restraints/lowkey bondage, BDSM themes, creampie, PinV sex, begging,pet names, a little bit of degradation but not a lot this time, I swear!!

As always, check out my masterlist, and my requests are open until Sept. 1st when I'll close them for about a month :) You can also add yourself to my taglist here!

After a week away from your boyfriend while he was on a case, you were in need of attention. Of course he’d been away for long periods of time before - your record was 37 days of distance - but somehow this time was different.

So, when he finally walked through the door of your apartment, you couldn’t help it but throw yourself into his arms. 

“Woah, what’s the special occasion?” he laughed with you, trying to stay upright as you pressed yourself into him, trying to wrap yourself around him so tightly that you’d never come undone. 

“Missed you,” you mumbled into his shirt, the position you’d buried your head in making your voice barely audible. 

“I was only gone a week,” he smiled down at you, dropping his bag and beginning to stroke your hair. 

“Really missed you,” you said moving your head up a little, tempted just to push yourself up to your tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips. But you knew that was against the rules. 

“Oh really?” he asked, suddenly catching on to what you needed. You nodded up at him a lot and you could see the gleam in his eyes he got when he was getting excited to spend time with you. 

“Spencer, please,” you said, your voice dripping with need. He’d only been in the apartment for two minutes, but the last week had driven you crazy. 

You’d spent the first few days content with just your daily messages and nightly phone calls, but by day four, you needed more. You’d bought yourself toys for these occasions of course, and he’d sent you instructions on a few occasions too, controlling how and when you were allowed to get off from the comfort of his motel room. But this time, you’d been so needy, so desperate that you hadn’t paused to get permission. 

“Baby, how much have you missed me? Did you play without me?” he grabbed you by your legs and lifted you up so you could wrap them around his waist, forcing you to look into his eyes. You had always been surprised that he was able to do that, always putting down his own physical prowess, but you knew from experience that he was stronger than he wanted to let on to others. 

“I’m sorry, Spence, I just missed you so much,” you said as he carried you back into the bedroom. He didn’t reply until you reached the bed, throwing you down gently, then falling down on top of you and pinning your arms above your head. 

“You wanna tell me exactly what you did to yourself?” he whispered in your ear, body tucked in between your legs. His tone was innocent, but he couldn’t keep the expression on his face from betraying the annoyance on his face. You weren’t allowed to play alone, without his instructions. 

“Vibrator. Top drawer of the unit on your side.” You moaned out as he pushed off of you, realising quickly that he’d somehow managed to remove his tie, using it to bind your arms to the headboard of the bed you shared. 

“You missed me this much? You know what happens when you break the rules, but you just missed me this much, right?” he asked when he returned with the offending object in question. It was small, a bullet vibrator that you’d used together before, but it was powerful, and especially when he used it. 

“I’m sorry, Spencer, please, please touch me, I’m sorry I won’t do it again.” He pushed up your loose sleep dress and pressed a finger to your core. 

“So wet… is that for me or the toy, baby?” he asked, annoyance dripping from his words like water. 

“Just you, Spencer, it’s all for you, please,” you practically begged him, but you knew he wasn’t going to relent that easily. He rubbed sweet circles into your upper thighs with one hand, spreading your legs wider and wider with each teasing touch. He held the toy in his other hand, but in this position with your eyes tied, you couldn’t see it. You heard it first, and unintentionally clenched around nothing in anticipation. 

“Oh, look at you, my needy little slut,” he whispered into your skin, ghosting a small kiss on the inside of your thigh. He finally pressed the vibrator into your core, hazing over your sensitive spots through your panties. “Does my princess need something else? Or is the toy enough?” 

You bucked your hips up into his hand, desperate for more contact, needing to feel more of him. 

“M-more please… Spencer please…” your eyes fell shut as he pressed your hips back into the mattress. 

“No, princess, only good girls get what they want, and you broke the rules, right?” he pulled the vibrator away for a second, pressing another button to increase the speed. 

“Listen to me baby, if you sit here nicely for the next ten minutes and don’t cum, I’ll give you what you want, okay? But I want to hear your voice, I want to hear you beg for it.” You moaned at his words, nodding furiously in agreement. He pulled up the elastic of your panties and pushed the bullet in, letting it rest directly against your clit before letting the panties snap back down around it. 

You started moaning as he moved away from the bed, sitting himself down in the armchair you kept across from the bed that you liked to read in. 

“Don’t go…Spencer, please, I want you inside me,” you moaned and bucked up your legs up desperate for more contact. 

“Keep talking, princess, what do you want?”

You tried to lift your head up to see him, but your legs were weak and your arms bound and you couldn’t manage to position yourself right, groaning in frustration. 

“I want you, Spencer, I need you,” you pressed your legs together, jolting with each new position. 

“Be more specific baby, where do you want me?” 

“Please, I need you inside of me, need your nice big cock to fill me up,” you were getting close, each word coming out in a gasping breath. 

“Remember the rules baby, don’t cum or I wont touch you. You have three minutes twenty seconds left, you’re doing a great job baby.” His words were sweeter now, but he didn’t return to your side, letting you writhe on the bed alone as you desperately tried to hold back your climax. 

“Spencer, I can’t….I can’t.. I can’t,” you felt the mess you were making on the bed, more excited just knowing that he was looking at you, watching you suffer through the vibrations. 

“Yes you can, baby, you can or you won’t get what you want. Tell me more baby, beg me again.” 

You let out a loud moan, desperately grinding up into the vibrator. 

“Please, please, please, please….I need you, Spencer, need you to hold me, need your tongue down my throat, need you to remind me who I belong to.” You heard him groan at that last one, and it spurred you on more to realise that he was really getting off on seeing you like this. 

“Keep going, baby, thirty more seconds.”

“Want you to put your mouth on me, please, Spencer, please,” tears were falling for your eyes now, the strain from holding back on your climax almost too much. 

“Need you to show me who’s little bitch I am.” He let out a small growl then, and suddenly he was back next to you. He pulled the vibrator off of you with one swipe, pulling your panties down your legs in the same movement. His cock was hard and ready in his hand, and within another breath he was inside you. 

“Good girl, so fucking wet for me baby. You asked so nicely today,” your eyes rolled back in your head as he started his assault on your aching, wet cunt. 

“Remember, when you ask nicely, you get what you want, okay?” he pushed your dress further up your chest, exposing your breasts and immediately taking one into his mouth while he played with the other. 

You were practically screaming in bliss now, your legs wrapped around his centre again, trying to match each of his thrusts with one of your own. 

“God, I’m so close baby. You’re going to cum for me now, okay? Wanna feel you tighten up around my cock.” It was either his words that sent you over the edge, or his other hand finding your clit once again and rubbing it along to his strokes, but you got there quickly. 

“Fuck, Spencer, thank you, thank you…” you moaned out, feeling your orgasm burst through you. He kept it up for a few more minutes, moaning with every twitch of your legs as you felt yourself getting overstimulated, him not having let up on your clit or your breasts. 

“Gonna fill you up, just like you asked baby,” he groaned out, before slamming back in hard one last time and stilling himself inside you. Leaning down, he finally captured your lips as you felt his cum fill you to the brim and spill over, leaving your sheets in even more of a mess. 

“If I knew you’d missed me that much, baby, I’d have made sure to wrap up the case a lot quicker.” You giggled at the grin on his face, and pressed a soft kiss up to his lips. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up before you’re begging for round two, okay?” You smiled and nodded, letting him pull you from the bed and walk you to the bathroom, content to be back in his arms once again.

[fullsandwichmiracle]

"Oxford: A Year Abroad, part two”

Paring: Felix Catton x reader 

Warning: 18+, MDNI, nsfw, smut, size kink, weed ( tell me if i missed any)

Word count: 2243

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Y/N awoke with a throbbing head, finding herself nestled against Felix's chest. As she looked up, she realized she had slept next to him and struggled to recall the events of the previous night. All she could remember was playing truth or dare, with the memory fading after Venetia's question. Did she have sex with Felix and not remember it or why was she in bed with him. They were both in underwear so she ruled out that they probably didn't have sex. Y/N emerged from the bed, slipping into her still partially damp clothes, and made her way to the door.

"Where are you going?" Felix mumbled in a groggy morning voice, causing Y/N's heart to race. She turned around, saying, "I need to get back to the dorm; my friends are probably wondering why I didn't come home last night.” 

Felix nodded and said, "Sit down I'll get you a cab; I need to get back too." Y/N settled back on the bed, waiting as Felix arranged for a cab.

"Did we do anything last night?" Y/N asked shyly looking down into the floor while Felix retrieved his trousers from the floor and began dressing himself. After throwing on his shirt, He positioned himself Infront of Y/N, delicately raising her chin while towering over her.

"Don't worry, love, nothing happened. Wouldn't mind doing it another time" he said, then gave her a kiss on the lips before heading out the door. Y/N was left speechless, watching him stroll away. Soon, she realized her shoes were nowhere to be seen and decided to go look for them.

When the cab arrived, Felix waved at Y/N to join, holding her heels, making her feel foolish for searching the entire house. They entered the cab, and Felix placed the shoes on Y/N's lap. " They were still by the pool," he remarked. As Felix brought up the pool, the memory of jumping in rushed back to her.

Upon reaching the campus, Felix tipped and settled the cab fare, then took Y/N's hand and strolled towards the campus building. "Which floor?" he inquired, looking at her and awaiting her response. "Third," Y/N replied, and they proceeded to climb the stairs. Felix followed her to her room, planting a kiss on her cheek when she paused outside her door. He then said, "Goodbye. Now that I know where you live, I'll be able to come and visit you and not only undress you in the corridors as you walk by.” Y/N blushed, unaware that she wasn't the only one staring in the corridors. He kissed her once more and casually strolled away to his room, conveniently located at the end of the hallway. The proximity ignited a desire in her, tempting her to follow him into his dorm. However, she restrained herself, mindful not to appear too clingy, realizing she also needed to take a shower and brush her teeth.

Throughout the day, Y/N lounged in her bed in pajamas, nursing a hangover and immersed in reading. She couldn't help but fantasize about the possibility of Felix showing up at any moment. Whenever she thought of him, she became all flustered and wanted to masturbate. She wanted to fuck him so bad. And as night fell and Felix didn't make an appearance, Y/N started preparing for bed. When closing her eyes, all she could think about was how much she desired him.

In her pajamas, Y/N left her bed, stepped into the corridor, and approached Felix's door, giving it a knock. The one who answered wasn't Felix but Farleigh. He glanced at her, realizing she was looking for Felix. "You have company," he mentioned, inviting her inside. Y/N entered, noticing that his room was more spacious than hers. Felix was on the floor near the couch, indulging in something that definitely wasn't a cigarette. Felix gestured for Y/N to join him on the floor. Farleigh went to the counter and made another joint. As she settled in, Felix inquired, "Do you smoke?”

And held out the joint for her to take a hit. She took a puff while it was still in his hand and began to cough. 

"Not really, just cigarettes," Y/N replied, taking another hit and this time inhaling the smoke. Felix gazed at her, almost proud that she did well. Farleigh sat down and started smoking his new joint now that Felix shared his with Y/N. After passing the joint back and forth a couple of times Felix glanced at Y/N and asked, "Wait, why did you come over?" Y/N blushed and, already feeling the effects, didn't mind the presence of someone else in the room. She went to sit on Felix's lap and said, "I'd like to take you up on your word from this morning.”

Felix took another drag of the joint and exhaled the smoke towards her. She inhaled, and he handed her the joint, all the while caressing her as she took her hit. He began unbuttoning her pajama shirt, revealing she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Farleigh, still seated across the room, cleared his throat to remind them of his presence. Felix cupped Y/N breasts and nibbled at her nipples that were getting stiff.

"Leave if you don't want to watch because I'm not stopping," he declared before resuming kissing her round big breast. Farleigh grabbed the joint from Y/N's hand and remarked, "I'm taking this as a thank you," then exited onto the balcony attached to his living space.

After he departed, Felix gazed into her eyes and inquired, "Do you wanna fuck me” and Y/N nodded, and he continued, "I want to hear you tell me that you want daddy to fuck you.” Y/N had never used such words before, but she genuinely desired for Felix to take her.“ Please fuck me daddy” She said, hoping that was going to please him. "You can do better than that, sweetie," he said softly, kissing her ear and massaging her breasts. “Please I need you to fuck my wet pussy daddy” She said, somewhat liking it. Felix responded, "Good girl, that's what daddy likes to hear." Standing up, he lifted her with him and tossed her onto the couch. He towered over her, and she realized how small she was compared to him, he could destroy her. He asked, "Want me to continue?" Y/N nodded, and he added, "With words" standing over her.

” Please don't stop daddy, I want you inside me” she said this time getting more turned on as she said it. She felt her pussy throbbing and wanted to feel him inside her. He started to explore his hand outside her pajama pants, feeling how wet they were while maintaining eye contact. Y/N moaned slightly from feeling his hand so close to her soaked pussy. “Already this wet for daddy, good little girl” he said, taking off her pants and panties in the same motion. His hand came back and his fingers began to circle her clit and she moaned softly as he started kissing her thighs. “Please daddy” she said, wanting Felix to stop teasing her. “I'm only getting started sweetie” he said, sliding a finger into her throbbing vagina as she moaned louder. He began fingering her while he's eating her out faster and faster as she moaned louder and louder as his tongue circled her wet pussy. “I'm cumming” Y/N moaned and Felix stopped whilst she was at a tipping point. “ You're not coming until I let you” he said, kissing her pussy and then unbuckling his belt and taking off his pants and boxers. His dick was massive and Y/N didn't think it would be able to fit. Again his size compared to her made her feel so small. “ Come and suck on your daddy's dick sweetie?” he said as he went up from the floor and sat on the couch next to her, Y/N crawled towards him and took his big cock in her hand feeling how it was throbbing. “You know I want to hear you say it” he said while holding her by the chin to look her in the eyes. “Can I please suck your dick daddy?” she said wanting to feel him inside her. Felix took his hand off her chin and put it at the back of her head leading it towards his dick. He didn't force her head, only guiding the tempo. As he moaned asking her” do you like sucking daddys big dick?” she answered with a moan that vibrated on his dick, making him moan louder. She started taking his cock deeper in her throat and almost gagging by its size. Going faster, enjoying his cock filling her throat, nearly taking it all. Felix moaned as Y/N sucked his cock deeper than he thought she would be able to. 

He pulled out his dick from her mouth telling her “ turn around so daddy can fuck your wet pussy” Y/N turned around, on her knees and answer “ yes daddy”. Felix held his dick and traced it around her throbbing pussy. “Good girl, are going to be able to take all this” he said, smacking her ass with his other hand. “ I will try” she whimpered not knowing if she actually could, she had never been with anyone that was this big. 

He began to enter her and as she moaned he moaned “Good girl” and went in further “ you're so tight I'm only halfway in” he said moaning. He began to circle her clit again while he started to thrust deeper and deeper every time. Y/N moaned“ Daddy, fuck me!” and as she said that he turned her around so she was laying on her back, he pulled her closer to him inserting himself inside Y/N again and with her legs around his neck. Somehow he got deeper, hitting her g-spot every time he trusted. Y/N moaned loudly and Felix put his hand covering her mouth “ shh, I want to be the only one who hears you” he said, shushing her. Not able to answer with his hand over her mouth she nodded. He continued to thrust inside her hitting her g-spot every time. He took his hand off her mouth and placed it around her neck slightly choking her only enough to make her want him more. Y/N legs began to shake as she was not able to take it much longer and was going to cum. “I'm going to cum” she moaned as he was going faster at a perfect pace. “Not yet sweetie, daddys not done fucking his perfect little girl.” he stated while starting to go even faster. “I can't hold it daddy, I'm going to cum.” she said in a moan. He began fingering her clit and said “ Be a good girl and listen to daddy ”  and began going even faster inside her sobbing wet pussy and flickering her clit. She couldn't hold it anymore and squirted as he continued to fuck her restless. He began to moan more as he thrusted inside her. “ Do you wanna cum on daddy's dick?” He said looking into her eyes. 

“ mhm.” she murmured, not being able to speak, ready to burst. “Okay on three, one, two” he said going faster and deeper ”three” as he said that Y/N came and got cum all over Felix dick. He thrusted inside her as she felt him realizing himself into her pussy, filling her up with his load. 

Y/N was breathing heavily and shaking from her orgasm. Felix pulled out and kissed her. “Good girl taking daddy so well.” He said and went to get a towel from the bathroom. When he came back he cleaned Y/N off and suggested “ Do you wanna shower?” And all she could do was nod, still not able to speak. Felix helped her up and began carrying her to the bathroom where she took a shower with Felix. Y/N gazed at Felix wet from the shower looking down on her, He bent down to kiss her passionately before handing out of the shower and drying himself. As Felix went out Farleigh emerged from the balcony with red eyes `` It sounded like you had fun, daddy” he mocked Felix who was dressed only in a white towel around his hips. As Y/N came out of the bathroom with a towel he said “ And there comes daddys good little girl” and chuckled. “ Shut the fuck up Farleigh, your only jealous you didn´t get any action” Felix said with a stern tone. Farleigh laughed before heading out the door saying “ Good night you two”.  As the door closed behind him, Felix remarked, "Don't mind him; he's just high," and kissed Y/N on the forehead. He then took her hand, guiding her into his bedroom. A sizable bed occupied the center of the room, adorned with satin bed covers. Y/N couldn't help but ponder on the cost of living in such a spacious dorm room, especially in contrast to her own.

Still exhausted from their hookup, they both laid down in the bed. Y/N curled up beside Felix, gradually drifting into sleep. Felix gazed at her, peacefully sleeping next to him, smiling, and desiring her never to leave his side.

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(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)🌷✨🩷🍪 Greetings Author-nim

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(OPLA Zoro x You) Where Reader is an Assassin or Ninja and is a Pirate hunter, When Zoro used to be one too, they would always compete who gets the target first. Sometimes Zoro wins, sometimes reader.

So, imagine Reader's reaction when they saw Zoro with the crew.

And also, Luffy, somehow by some miracle with his own style of talk-no-jutsu managed to convince reader to join them(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥. Hope u have a great day and it's okay if u don't want to do this. I'll understand.

baby, let the games begin

wc: 2k (surprise, shawty)

cw/tags: gn!reader, swearing, canon-typical violence, mentions of drinking and alcohol, pining pining pining pining PINING

note: hi love, thank you so much for your request!! i hope you like this because i certainly love writing for this stupid himbo man

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

Honor be damned, you really wanted to kill him. 

“Dirty play, demon,” you huff irritatedly, scowling at the asshole who skewered your target before you could. In a single clean slash, the head is relieved of its body and unceremoniously kicked into a bag. “We both know that one was mine.”

“Better luck next time.” Asshole. Stupid, selfish, infuriatingly attractive asshole. A million different ways you could end his life flashed through your mind and, with his back turned to you, became more of a possibility the longer you sat in your disappointment. The dock creaks beneath his receding footsteps and you spit a curse under your breath. The head now bouncing around in the pirate hunter’s hand would have had you living comfortably for months, not to mention buying some shelter for the stray dogs wandering your home island. Monsoon season was coming and you didn’t have nearly enough space to keep all of them dry. Finding food that wasn’t old bread and horse balls was hard in itself and shelter was just another task added to the to-do list. “You’re not gonna try and take it from me?” 

“Why would I? You killed him; you get the bounty,” you reply scornfully, praying that whoever came up with the idea of hunter’s honor is torn to shreds by an octopus. “Guess it is your turn,” you concede reluctantly and take note of the blood dripping from the dirty fabric sack as he reapproaches. You’d have to clean your shoes when you were done. “I did take that guy from you in Flamingo Village, last week.” 

“The one with the big, ugly hat,” he confirms and you don’t budge when he stands right in front of you. He had pretty eyes, you’d give him that. Too bad you wanted to slam your fist into his nose. “I was mad about that one.”

“Well, you got this one. Aren’t you gonna cash ‘em in?”

“I will. I’m just curious,” he says and his expression is unreadable. It bordered on amusement and suspicion with a little bit of awe. “You could have killed me a million times since I killed the target.” Already thought that, buddy. “Why didn’t you?”

“Like I said, hunter’s honor–”

“No,” he shakes his head decidedly and you narrow your eyes. “You’ve been following this guy for four days, watching other hunters fail to bring him in. My question is, why do you need this bounty so badly, and why aren’t you willing to kill me over it?”

“Technically, that’s two questions,” you deadpan and your heart does an unwanted little stutter when he scoffs, the tiniest smile pulling at his mouth. “If you really wanna know why I need it, it’s ‘cause I need to take care of some friends back home.” It wasn’t a complete lie, but you also didn’t need the most feared hunter in the seas knowing that you needed the money to buy squeaky toys and dog beds. 

“Those friends aren’t worth killing for?”

“It’s sounding like you want me to kill you,” you fire back incredulously. “Do I need to worry about you, Zoro?” 

“Look, all I’m saying is, all other hunters would be leaping at my throat as soon as I take their kill. I just don’t understand why you won’t, especially if it’s worth four days of stalking.” 

“Maybe I like playing this little game,” you admit. It’s no secret to you that your job becomes incredibly boring at times. All the other hunters you come across take their jobs too seriously and believe that they’re purging the seas of evil. You, however, knew that the real evil was pacing around ivory towers and putting up the wanted posters. When you first met Zoro, it seemed like he didn’t take his job seriously at all. He killed like it was breathing and remained unamused at the melodramatic theatrics of flashier hunters. You ran into each other often because, besides being the only ones who survive their hunts, you were the top-earning hunters of your generation and ended up following the same pace every time. “I take a bounty; you take a bounty. I try to beat the pirate hunter at his own game; he throws a fit when I’m faster than him.”

“But, today I was faster than you,” he corrects and you stick your tongue out at him in defiance. “Who’s throwing a fit now?”

“Get out of my sight, demon,” you frown but you can’t hold it for long. It becomes a tired, melancholy smile and you start to make your way back to the town to book passage home. “Hope you enjoy all that Berry.” 

“Let me buy you a drink with it before you go,” he calls after you and you freeze where you stand. “Consolation for kicking your ass this time around.” You shoot him a scathing look over your shoulder and take the bait. 

“I did all the dirty work for you, asshole, so it better be three drinks at the least.” He chuckles softly under his breath and you roll your eyes, letting him catch up to you before heading to the nearest bar together. “I hate you so much.” 

“No, you don’t.”

As time passed and you ran into him more during your hunts, that hatred turned into something different, an annoying feeling of excitement every time you heard a sword unsheathed or spotted someone with green hair. You found yourself checking your watch when you were ahead of him, counting down the hours until he caught up. You knew the sound of his footsteps and the rhythm of his breathing and memorized how the sun hit his eyes down to the iris. Sometimes, you’d work with him directly and split the bounty evenly once it was completed. During conversations to kill time, though he never admitted it, he liked being around you as often as he was. Eventually, you told him about your furry friends back on the island and started marking the places you’d been with a hasty drawing of a dog. It became part of your routine and the time that it took for him to catch up to you decreased exponentially as a result. You’re easier to follow, is what he said. On a particular mission where you were unusually behind, you were delighted to find his gross attempt at mimicking the mark scratched into the wooden bar counter. 

You lose touch with him after a year or so of working together and you don’t expect it to hurt as much as it did. Word floated around that he was captured by Marines and posted up in Shells Town, but the same mouths reported that he escaped with pirates the following day. None of it sounded like him and it reminded you that you really didn’t know him at all. Still, you marked that silly dog into every barstool and backdoor you came across as you fell back into the same boring routines. 

Taking a rest day at a floating restaurant called Baratie, you think you’ve found the perfect spot to scratch into the counter when you realize that someone has already done it for you. It was horrendous and nearly incomprehensible, but you choke back a sob when you run your thumb over the mangled wood. There was only one person who could have drawn the little dog so badly.

And it’s like your body senses him before your mind does. 

In an instant, you’re hyper fixated on the familiar rhythm of his boots and the soft noise as his swords clank together with every step. There are four others with him, but you know his approach like the back of your hand. A boy in a straw hat whom you recognize from wanted posters rushes the bar, loudly requesting a glass of milk for himself and the finest rum for his swordsman companion. When he slides into the seat next to you, you can barely look at him, rendered defenseless from the conflict of emotions stirring in your mind. Thousands of questions were screaming to be answered but you couldn’t even open your mouth. The alcohol in your half-finished glass is all you can see. 

“You found me,” he murmurs, flagging down the bartender and asking for a bottle of whatever you’re drinking.

“I wasn’t looking for you,” you reply just as quietly, watching his hand carefully replenish your glass before filling his own and downing it in a few swallows. You stop him from pouring another with a light hand on his shoulder and he wordlessly sets down the bottle, making you smile softly. “You still drink too much.”

“I don’t have you to slow me down,” he replies without hesitation, glancing at your fingertip as it traces the mark he made on the wood. “I’ve been putting those everywhere since I joined up with Luffy. Figured we’d run into each other at some point.” 

“Luffy,” you echo. “That’s your pirate captain?” The irony of your situation escapes neither of you. If you were smart, you’d have every single one of them dead and bouncing around a burlap sack, just like the pirate all those years ago. But, just the same as the first time, you were stopped by a profound desire to be closer to Zoro. 

“He’s not like other pirates. Not like the ones you and I know.” 

“I’ll let the Marines know next time I bring in a head, then,” you laugh humorlessly, feeling the rum burn down your throat when you take another sip. You feel his eyes watching you carefully but you don’t look back at him. “I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to hear that.”

“They don’t have to hear anything,” he says in a low tone, one that sends goosebumps up your spine and has your heart beating a little faster. “They don’t have to hear anything from you ever again.”

“You’re not saying…”

“That's exactly what I’m saying.” 

“You want me to just switch sides like it’s nothing?”

“This job has been nothing to you from the beginning, nothing but a way to feed strays that, thanks to you, have loving homes,” he reminds you and you exhale deeply. He was right, but part of you wanted vengeance for all the times you secretly wished he was still with you. “So, come with me.”

“Zoro, I–”

“You know, I’ve missed you so much I can’t sleep,” he shakes his head and sighs in defeat. “Every time we dock at a new city, I’m hoping you’re on a hunt because, as much as I care for them, they’ll never know me the way you do.” He looks back at his crew with something like sad fondness in his eyes. They wouldn’t ever know him the way you did, as a bounty hunter with no real place to call home and no real people to call friends. “It gets lonely when you’re not forced to be alone anymore.”

“And it’s lonely when you are forced to,” you add. “It’s lonely either way–”

“But I’d rather be that way with you,” he concludes. “It’s not bad when I’m with you.” You pause, collecting your thoughts and calculating how much money you’d have if you suddenly abandoned your current line of work. It was risky, sure, but something about risking it on Zoro made it feel a little less dangerous. “Your silence tells me I convinced you.”

“I’m not the one you need to convince; it’s your captain you should be talking to.”

“Trust me, he’s the least of our problems.” As if to drive home his point, a choir of cheers rises up from behind you as a loud belch sounds through the harbor. 

“‘Our’ as in the crew, or ‘our’ as in you and I?”

“It’s always been you and I, hasn’t it?”

“It always will be,” you promise, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. He’s warm and safe and everything you were needing. “But, I need to teach you how to draw a better dog.” He hums in agreement, downing another glass contentedly. 

“Yeah, you need to teach me how to draw a better dog.”

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let me into your world | chapter three: our world

pairing(s): choi beomgyu x you, choi soobin x you

summary: you're single again and choi beomgyu is restless.

genre(s): romance, angst, angst with a happy ending (?), soulmate au

word count: 3.3k

notes: hi........ yeah i'm super fucking impatient and literally could not wait to post part 3 NENJWKWKDOE i'm sorry! anyway idk how i feel about this but i'm tired of looking at it so i hope it's likable! also, this chapter is extremely suggestive so be warned. there's nothing explicit, but i'm still freaked out. see ending for more notes!

you do nothing but think of him. you thought your heart was done breaking after beomgyu, but you realize even without the matching seal, your heart was still with soobin. 4 years of love and commitment over and done because of a fucking tattoo. you're tempted to continue wearing your ring to work because you dread the questions that will almost certainly follow. you haven't told a soul - not even sumin - about what happened. what were you supposed to say? the love of my life didn't want me... again?

you entertain the idea of keeping it on to maintain appearances, but the mere sight of it is enough to put a pit in your stomach, so you keep it in the drawer in your nightstand. it's close enough to your bed to take out at night just to do nothing but stare and fiddle with it between your fingers. you remember the night he put it on you. you remember him promising you forever and the sweet loving that followed. you remember every word, every touch, every feeling.

you wonder if he's happy with her, but you know he must be. you two were happy enough as it was - you can't even imagine how happy he must be with the person who was fated for him. you feel envious of a woman you don't even know. what you wouldn't give to have that green seal printed on your wrist. you feel sick just thinking about it.

"you alright?" a voice snaps you back into reality. your coworker, minjun. he's cute, very cute, but you've always been committed to soobin so you've never really noticed before now. you had eyes, of course, but you've kept them trained on soobin for years now. you suppose that dedication was futile.

"uh, yeah. i'm good," you reply while hastily shoving your ringless hand under your desk. he eyes you suspiciously before dropping the subject.

"are you planning on going to the company retreat?"

"what? oh, yeah. i guess," you say, still somewhat distracted. your company is planning a retreat to celebrate the success of combining branches. you don't really want to go, but you can't stand the thought of sitting at home and waiting around for someone who will never come back. "are you going?" you ask, trying to actually engage in the conversation for fear of coming across as rude, but you don't quite catch his next words.

"i'm going if you're going," he says.

"what? sorry, i'm a little out of it," you smile.

"i said i —"

"can someone help me?" beomgyu cuts in from out of nowhere. "the copy machine isn't working for some reason."

"can it wait? we're having a conversation," minjun replies irritatedly.

"it can't. i really need to make some copies," beomgyu says urgently.

"fine, i'll help you," minjun grumbles. you're relieved that he's stepping up because you certainly don't want to.

"actually, i just remembered that sooyoung wants to see you in her office."

"what?"

"yeah, so i guess you can't help me after all," beomgyu says with a smirk you don't understand.

"i'll help you," you sigh, resigning yourself to your fate. beomgyu smiles triumphantly, but you don't see it because you're already heading towards the copy room.

"what's the issue here? everything looks fine to me," you say confusedly.

"where's your ring?" he asks, seemingly harmlessly, but it stings just to hear. you immediately forget about your question to him as you shut the machine and defensively cross your arms, feeling incredibly vulnerable.

"i'm getting it resized," you cough.

"ah, okay," he says, and it's like he sees right through you. "you have lost weight recently. are you eating enough?" your eyebrows furrow at this. yeah, you've lost weight only because you're so fucking depressed eating genuinely seems like a chore. more importantly, why does he know that? and more importantly than that, why does he care?

"why do you —"

"turns out sooyoung didn't need me," minjun cuts in, nearly bursting from the door.

"mmm, i must've been mistaken," beomgyu shrugs nonchalantly. you sense tension, but you can't fathom why.

"did you get the copier fixed?" minjun asks, completely ignoring beomgyu.

"we fixed it, yes," beomgyu says before you can even open your mouth.

"oh. good."

"yeah, she really helped me out," beomgyu says, not without snark. why is he lying? never mind, actually. you don't have the energy to care.

-

beomgyu can't feel your joy for once, which should make him feel relieved, in theory, but instead there's an incessant gnawing at his heart. all he wants to ask is why, why, why. and what can he do to help? he doesn't have to wonder why for much longer when he sees you walk into work without your ring on. he doesn't mean to notice it, but his eyes always gravitate to the rock on your ring finger, almost like it's taunting him with what he can't have.

he'd be an even bigger liar than he already is if he said he didn't feel some sick sense of satisfaction knowing it didn't work out with you and soobin. this is what happens when you go against fate, he thinks. the thought alone used to scare him, but he's felt what it's like to try to be with people other than you and he knows going against fate just isn't in the cards for him anymore. he tried pretty much everything after you, from casual flings to would-be serious relationships, but nothing panned out the way he wished it would.

he continues to try to worm his way into your life in the little ways. he gives you updates on bands you used to bond over and he mentions jokes you two used to share. he brings you coffee when you're tired and tries to make you laugh. he slowly but surely chips away at your indifference until you unconsciously become dependent on him. he wants his presence to be felt by you, just for him to become a little bit meaningful to you, is that really too much to ask?

the first time you actually smile for him, really smile, for the first time since he hurt you, he almost cries. as cheesy as it may seem, he honestly was unsure you'd ever show it to him again. the smile is over almost as soon as it begins, but he'll take it. he thought he'd take anything you'd give him at this point, but the hunger he has is insatiable. he starts from wanting a smile to wanting every smile. he wants to monopolize your joy, your time, you. maybe he's moving too fast, but he decides he'll tell you just how lonely he's been without you during your company retreat. it hasn't been very long since your breakup with soobin, but he won't sit idly by waiting for you to get snatched up again. no way in hell is he gonna let that happen in front of his nose again. not this time.

-

the company retreat is full of icebreakers, which is to be expected, but the cool thing is that the bar is open, though it's not an "open bar". either way, you're going to try your best to get plastered as soon as humanly possible. you want to, but beomgyu is constantly on your ass, monitoring every move you make, so it's hard to even get to the point of almost tipsy. you give up after two drinks and you're not even buzzed.

you want to hang around danbi, but she's currently zeroed in on beomgyu, which is a good thing because it means he can't hang around you as much. minjun makes for really good company, though, and before long, you two are off in your own world. you didn't realize how funny he is before tonight. he hints at maybe taking you out some time, but you can't say yes without knowing about his soulmate first. he tugs on the collar of his shirt and reveals an ornate golden seal on his collarbone. it's a beautiful contrast on his gorgeous skin, and your breath catches for a second when he shows it to you.

"pretty, right? i thought so too. my soulmate doesn't want me, though," he laughs softly.

"i understand how you feel," you say.

"so soobin...?"

"is not my soulmate, but he doesn't want me anymore, either." you don't know why you're telling him this, but he's being vulnerable with you and you feel a sense of camaraderie you haven't felt in a long while.

"i'm sorry. i know it's hard, but i can't imagine anyone not wanting you."

"really?"

"i'm serious, if i were your soulmate i'd never let go."

"that's sweet of you," you blush.

"even if you weren't my soulmate, i still wouldn't let go." you still at that. you honestly didn't think you'd ever hear those words again, much less believe them, but he seems to be incredibly sincere. so when his lips come closer and closer, you're prepared to let it happen. you don't know minjun that well, but who's to say you can't? here's a beautiful man who says he wouldn't let you go. it feels nice to be wanted for once, and by someone who's already tried and failed with their soulmate. who knows what could happen? you close your eyes and wait for his plush lips to meet yours, but they never do.

"minjun! sooyoung wants you!" beomgyu shouts while hustling over to you.

"shit. some other time, maybe?" minjun says, face flushed.

"definitely," you giggle. minjun gets up as if it's the last thing he wants to do, and you smile as he stretches his hand out and helps you up. none of these actions escape beomgyu. you watch as his silhouette gradually gets smaller and smaller as he heads over to sooyoung.

"what did sooyoung want with minjun?" you ask beomgyu, trying to break the silence. you still feel a little high off of your almost kiss with minjun and you're not thinking 100% clearly.

"nothing, i just pulled that out of my ass," he shrugs.

"... so that was total bullshit? what the hell is wrong with you, beomgyu?"

"what's wrong with me? what's wrong with you?"

"what do you mean?"

"i mean, if i see you two flirting again, i'm reporting you both."

"you wouldn't."

"try me," he challenges, eyebrows raised with that godforsaken shit-eating grin you've come to loathe.

"beomgyu," you struggle to muster up a shred of composure, "can you stop trying to lord over my life?"

"is that what you think this is?" he scoffs. "you think I'm trying to control you?"

"what i think," you sigh while pinching the bridge of your nose, "is that you're being a dick and i can't deal with you right now."

"alright, if i'm not a dick, how else will i get you to talk to me?"

"i do," you begin incredulously, "i talk to you every day!"

"not in any way that matters."

"has it ever occurred to you that i don't want to talk about anything else?" you inhale and exhale shakily. "please stop before i get angry."

"i wish you would!"

"what?" you question and you can physically feel the frustration rising like steam in your chest, begging to be released. as if he's in a position to be making demands. as if you should listen to a single word that comes out of his fucking mouth.

"i wish you would get angry! swear at me, yell at me, hit me — i don't care! just give me something!" you stare. you're tempted to relent and release all of your anger. your face scrunches in irritation at the implication that you owe him a goddamn thing, but just as you're about to let go and let him have it, you remember who and where you are and think better of it.

"that's enough, beomgyu," you turn to make your way back to your room. you don't have time for this. "i really don't want to—" he grabs your hand and spins your retreating figure back towards him.

"just say something!" his eyebrows are knitted in concern and his words are riddled with desperation. your patience snaps.

"you want me to say something?! fine! i hate you! i hate you, i hate you, i hate you!" you stamp your feet. your eyes begin to feel sour and the corners of your lips tense into a frown. his eyes widen and his mouth hangs open as he searches your eyes for the something he's wishing so ardently for. it feels like he's looking straight through you, just like he always does, so you break away from his gaze and your eyes focus on some fixed point behind him.

"i hate you! you... i wish you'd leave me alone!"

your words are teeming with emotion, just not the ones you're trying so hard to convince him (and maybe yourself?) they are. you look so vulnerable, so small, and so very afraid. he doesn't flinch at your biting words. his hand, so big and warm, still holds yours. his eyebrows are no longer furrowed and his dark eyes seem to lose the urgency within them. instead, they're filled with something that feels like patience, understanding, and tenderness all at once. you don't dare to put a name to the feeling, but you know it when you see it. love. 

"don't you fucking look at me like that! you don't deserve to look at me like that! i hate you," you choke out with a sob. hot and angry tears begin to trickle down your cheeks and his eyes widen. gently, purposefully, he pulls you into his chest with one hand and cradles your head with the other.

"shh... don't cry. please don't cry. it's all my fault," he coos as you half-heartedly hit his chest in frustration.

"you're an asshole. you treated me like shit and now you're forcing me to talk about it. why are you making me do this?"

each point is punctuated with a "smack" against his chest.

"because i love you," he whispers into the top of your head as his fingers begin to soothingly stroke your hair. "even if i don't deserve to... even if you wish i didn't, i do. so much. and i think i always have, i just didn't know it."

"that's not fair," you strain between sobs. "y-you broke my heart."

tentatively, like he's handling glass so fragile it could break with the slightest hint of force, he unwraps his arms from your shivering frame and cups your reddened face in his hands, gently wiping away your tears. his head cranes down as he touches his forehead against yours. you look up with your misty eyes and see his gaze trained on you.

"i know, i know... i'm an asshole... it's all my fault. please don't cry. hit me harder, if you want. smack me. punch me. kill me if it makes you feel better. just don't cry anymore, okay? i can't stand to see you cry."

he sounds like he's bargaining with a child throwing a tantrum with the way his words are hushed and hurried, but pacifying all the same. in any other circumstance, you'd roll your eyes at his theatrics, but he seems so desperate to get you to calm down that you can't bring yourself to point it out. he pulls you back into his arms and you burrow your head into his chest as he rubs circles into your back. with every sob he shushes you softly and drowns you with affirmations.

i know, i'm sorry, i love you.

it's my fault, don't cry, i love you.

you stay like that for an indeterminable amount of time.

"i know i was wrong for treating you the way i did; i was young and stupid and i had no idea what i'd be missing. i know i'm being unfair, but i promise i'll make it up to you every day. i'm not going to hurt you and i won't leave unless you want me to. you're my soulmate, and i wouldn't have it any other way. i can't have it any other way. if it's not you, i don't want anyone else." 

you're softening now and you hate it; you want to run away and continue to be angry. the betrayal you felt was indelible. you can still see him with a girl on his arm and you feel nauseous. you remember him telling you just how indifferent he was to you, to your feelings, to your pain. but none of that seems to matter anymore as he gently cups your face and runs the pads of his thumbs under your eyes to stop your tears. "okay," you say softly, and you don't have to explain, because he already knows.

-

when he takes you back to his hotel room, he promises he won't touch you unless you want him to. you want him to. you stand on your tip toes and pull him down towards your lips and his breath catches behind his teeth. he raises his hands up to your face, reminiscent of the way he held it as you cried a mere hour ago, and you giggle at the parallel. he seizes the opportunity to gently glide his tongue on your lips before entering your mouth. he groans into your lips as your tongues tease each other. you're even sweeter than he imagined you'd be, and he can feel his effect on you as he breaks the kiss and trails hot, opened-mouth kisses on your neck. this is what he's been missing, he thinks, as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

that night, beomgyu takes you again and again. it's more than sex - it's as if the stars aligned for the sole purpose of bringing you two together for this exact moment. you feel connected to him in a way so profound, you previously thought it was impossible. it feels like the universe put him on this planet just for you, and you for him. you suppose, in a way, it did. especially when you two are finally finished as you lay your head on his chest and feel every breath enter and exit his warm body. he cradles you in his arms and you look up at him, locking eyes. you both smile while he reaches up and tucks your hair behind your ears, revealing your seal.

"so beautiful," he whispers.

"who? me or the seal?"

"the seal, of course," he says nonchalantly, "but looking at you now, you're not too bad." you playfully smack his chest and he reacts with a comically childish yell. you hurriedly cover his mouth and shush him, but he takes the opportunity to grab your hand and kiss your fingers with an overdramatic "mwah!"

"you're so fucking loud, you know?" you tease, poking his side.

"says the one who was screaming out my name the entire night."

"i hate you," you say embarrassedly, blush overwhelming your already flushed cheeks as you hide your face in his chest.

"maybe, but you're still stuck with me," he replies.

"mhmm," you mumble into his skin - already falling asleep.

"stuck with me forever, right?" he asks, and if you weren't so intent on burying yourself into his chest, you'd see the look of insecurity on his face - his long eyelashes trembling ever so slightly.

"forever," you say as you drift off to sleep, and you're so happy, so content, he finally feels safe enough to sleep without fear of waking up in the morning to an empty bed. he grasps you even tighter and mumbles "i love you" into your hair until he eventually drifts off himself.

notes pt. 2: not the best thing i've ever written i fear... anyway do y'all wanna read the extremely corny fluff that i originally wrote for this or no? it's sooo corny but sweet i think. as always, feedback is always appreciated :)

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[starsval]

wonderland

remus lupin x reader

summary: you and remus find wonderland, or, you fall in love, even if it's not perfect.

word count: 7,7k

warnings: remus has a mullet because i said so, kissing, mentions of s*x lol, like, it happened, reader is pureblood so the cruciatus curse ig, punching, remus being mean, reader gets called a b*tch, lower case intended, no use of y/n

a/n: this took forever and i don't even think i like it, but still, thanks to @myriadmoons and @aastonishment for helping me writing this, love u<3

btw idk why i called this wonderland, it was originally called dancing with our hands tied but i didn't end up writing someone that fit, and for some reason there were lyrics of wonderland on the top of the document since i've been writing it so yeah

"how's my favourite girl doing?" sirius talks as he puts an arm over your shoulders, just as james takes the book out of your hands. 

"sirius black and james potter talking to me when we're not at a pureblood party? what's happening?"

"don't be mean, you know we love you" james replies, putting the book behind his back, so you wouldn't be able to get it even if sirius let you go. 

"we realised we rarely talk to you, which is sad because you're one of the only pureblood people we actually like" sirius then lets you go to play with your hair as he talks. 

"so, we wanted to invite you to the party we're throwing tonight, at the gryffindor common room" james says, but he quickly looks behind you and his friend. 

"you invite me to a party, so we can talk?" you ask, taking advantage of james' sudden distraction when regulus walks past to take your book back. 

"yes, we want to get to know you" sirius is the one who talks now, unaware of the reason his friend suddenly stopped talking

"okay, i'll see you there" you tell them, walking away. 

"what? really? was it that easy?" sirius asks, shocked. 

"yes, i'll see you there, bye" 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

"they don't know that you always go to the parties?" lily asks as she puts on her earrings, looking on your mirror. 

"i tend to hide from them" you tell them from your bed. 

"why?" she questions, you shrug, unable to give her an answer.

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

"so, what's your type?" sirius finds you while you were choosing something to drink. 

"what?" you ask him, accepting the drink he recommends you. 

"what kind of person do you like, men, women, tall, short?"

"tall skinny men with messy mullets, when it looks like they'll break if you breathe too hard on them?" sirius' eyes seem to light up with your answer. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

"she's just like you, she likes books and stuff, i swear you'll like her" sirius insists, following remus through the hall, heading to the library. 

"books and stuff? that's all you know about me?"

"i'm telling you i found your soulmate and you care about that?"

"yes."

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

you were in the library, focused on your book when three people sat on your table. you look up to find sirius, james and who you know is called remus, maybe your eyes focus on the last one for a bit when sirius talks. 

"we need help" he says, pulling out a book. 

"what?" you ask, uninterested in anything they have to say. 

"we need help, you're like the smartest person we know" this time james is the one who talks. 

"and why would i help you?" 

"because you're a good person?" you don't change your expression "and we'll buy you chocolate the next time we go to hogsmeade"

"help with what?" this time, the boy that caught your eye talks. 

"we need to learn how to do this charm" he points to the book, and maybe you look at his hand before reading the words he's pointing to. you also notice how sirius and james smile when remus talks. 

"why would you need to know how to turn someone's clothes pink, permanently?" you ask, they all look at each other before looking at you. you sigh "why would i know how to do this?" 

"i'd quite fall in love with you if you did" sirius talks. "but you're smart, you'll be able to learn it" you start packing your things. "is that a yes?"

"what do i win?" you ask, already standing. 

"chocolate" you start to walk away, leaving the book there. "we'll give you alcohol at the next pureblood party" you smile before grabbing the book. 

"i'll tell you as soon as i get it"

they all hear you say goodbye to peter before he sits. 

"why did she talk to you?" james asks. 

"we're friends?" peter explains, getting started with his homework. 

"soooo… do you like her?" sirius asks remus, who just rolls his eyes before getting up. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

the next time he sees you, you're walking to him, who's reading at the library. you put the book with the charm before him, and quickly sit besides him. 

"i know how to do the charm… " you wait for him to introduce himself. 

"remus, remus lupin" he answers, putting his book aside. 

"remus, right" you talk, like you didn't know his name before. 

you explain how to do it, and after he gets the theory right, all there's left to do is practise it. 

"i'll do one of his socks and you'll do the other one" you point at snape, who has glared at you since you've been here. 

"i didn't expect you to be like this" remus says, smiling, before slowly pulling out his wand. 

"what did you expect?" 

"i don't know, sirius and james don't usually talk about you"

"i wonder why" you smile, before quietly charming one of snape's socks, turning it bright pink. "your turn"

remus copies your actions, successfully turning snape's left sock pink. you look at each other, quietly laughing, and quickly pack your things so you can walk out before he notices. 

you walk next to him in the hallway, though neither of you know where you're going. 

"what do you need the charm for?" you ask him. 

"we're pranking someone" he explains. 

"should i be scared?" you question and he chuckles. 

"no, your clothes will be safe"

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

the next time you talk, he's the one who approaches you. 

"can i sit here?" he points at the chair next to you "i want to study but they're being to loud" you nod, and you talk as he sits. 

"why don't you do a silent charm on them?" he chuckles. 

"they'll find a way to be even louder" 

and that's how it starts, neither of you know why, but since then, we you enter the library, you immediately look for each other. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

"you're the one who did that research on werewolves aren't you? teachers don't stop talking about how good it is" some guy asks you as he stands in front of you, the table in between you two. 

"yes" he was one of those pureblood guys, who only cared about their status. 

"you didn't talk about them being bad people" you stare at him, trying to find out why he's telling you that. "i just thought you'd like someone to tell you about your mistake"

"it's not a mistake, they aren't bad people" you tell him. 

"well, then you're wrong, they're obviously bad" he rolls his eyes, like it's obvious that he's right. 

"did you just come here to talk shit about werewolves?" you focus on your homework, mentally aiming in case you have to throw something at him. 

"no, i came here to see if you were a respectable pureblood, but let me guess, you fight for elves' rights too?" he seems upset with you, but he doesn't leave, instead, he looks at you like a challenge. 

"what, you want me to join your cause too and fight for arseholes' rights? maybe we should put your face on the banner so they know how one looks" you smile sarcastically at him. 

"what is wrong with you? i just wanted to let you know that werewolves are bad and you're being a bitch" he seems actually upset, his superior grin gone now. 

"oh, so you were looking out for me? what would I do without people minding my business? now just shut up and maybe look into your prejudices instead of my life" you stop looking at him. 

"how can you think that they aren't bad? i thought you were smart" now he seems offended that you aren't like he imagined, but maybe he thinks that he can change you, because he smiles again. 

"sorry to disappoint you. and, something can be dangerous but good at the same time, just because they have claws doesn't mean they'd stab you, but maybe a girl who’s been bothered by you will" you say, as his eyes go to the pen on your hands.

“did you just threaten me?” he has the audacity to look offended as he talks.

“i don’t know, did i? a bitch like me wouldn’t know” you smile, faking innocence.

"you’re fucking crazy” he mutters as he turns around.

when he leaves -not before insulting you again-, neither of you notice a certain tall guy, with scars on his face and a knitted sweater standing around a bookcase, listening to all the conversation.

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

you don’t know how, but james and sirius convinced you to hang out with the marauders, maybe the mention of some boy with honey eyes and a mullet, but still. you find yourself on the gryffindor common room, listening to them as they tell you about their best pranks.

and remus must’ve sensed that you’re cold, because the next thing you know is that hes handing you his sweater.

“what?” you ask him

"you're cold" he shrugs. 

"but, what about you?" you question, not taking the sweater. 

"i'm fine, just put in on love" you obey, thanking him before looking back at james and peter, acting as you're not noticing sirius' smile. 

when you finally get up to go back to your room, while peter, james and sirius are too distracted talking to frank, you take of the sweater and hand it to remus. 

"what?" he asks, frowning. 

"it's yours" 

"you can give it to me other day"

"but i won't need it"

"love, just let me have an excuse to talk to you" he tells you, and you stop for a moment before answering, not believing him. 

"you don't need an excuse to talk to me" he smiles. 

"keep it anyway" 

"if you insist" he kisses your cheek goodbye, and that night you're only thinking about him. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

"please just this once" james asks, and it looks like he's actually going to beg you to help them. 

"i don't have time for pranks" you walk away, and the four marauders immediately follow you. 

"you just need to distract him" sirius talks, walking to stand in front of you. 

"and why would i do that?" you ask, going around him. 

"because you appreciate our friendship?" this time is peter who talks, and you actually think about it for a second. 

"i don't-" before you can finish, remus intervenes. 

"love, just this once, okay? then we won't bother you" and you know it's not true, that they will bother you. but every doubt you had disappeared as soon as he talked. so you nod. 

"where is he?" 

and that's how you find yourself talking to binns, asking him about his class, solving questions you never had. 

then you see remus walking towards you, looking so innocent, and you keep nodding at binns, like you're so interested in what he's saying. 

when he turns around due to the sound of an explosion that you definitely had no idea about, remus walks next to you, grabbing your hand, and suddenly you're running down the hallway next to him. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

remus’ face is so close to yours that your noses are practically touching as you giggle.

“why are we hiding?” you ask, a smile not leaving your face and his hand not letting go of yours.

“because, certain friends of ours are bothering me" he closes his eyes, his forehead on yours as he talks. 

"what if they're not bothering me?" you joke, sarcasm in your tone. 

"oh, so you're saying I dragged you into this cupboard?" he pulls away, his hand on his chest as he acts offended. 

"yes, i didn't expect this behaviour from you, lupin" he rolls his eyes at the mention of his last name, as you laugh. 

"then leave" he challenges, but his hand doesn't let go of yours. 

"ok" you say, but you don't move.

when you walk out of the cupboard, both of you hear people talking. 

"do you think they're dating?"

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

you're just peacefully lying on your bed, reading a book remus had lent you when someone opens your door. you assume it's one of your roommates when that someone approaches you, grabs the book from your hands, and turns you so you're on your back. just to lie on top of you. 

"hi" you say, not sure what to do when he puts his head on your chest and closes his eyes. 

"hi love" he replies. and after a while he lifts his head, grabs your hand and puts it on his hair. 

"what are you doing?" you question him. 

"touch my hair" he demands, and you don't, just to mess with him. 

"what if i don't want to?" you smile, and he groans. 

then, when he notices that you're being serious, he puts his head up once again, this time to glare at you. 

he repeats his actions and puts your hand on his hair, and closes his eyes again. 

"don't move"

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

"what did you do?" you ask remus as he sits in your bed. 

"they were talking shit" he says as you go to the bathroom to look for the first aid kit you keep in there. 

"you got into a fight because they were talking shit?" you stand in front of him, in between his legs. 

he doesn't answer, instead, he winces when you start cleaning his face. 

"remus?" you insist, waiting for an answer 

"yes?" he acts oblivious, though it doesn't last much, as you start cleaning his face again, you mutter a quiet sorry before talking again. 

"why the fuck did you get into a fight?"

"they were talking sh-" you glare at him. 

"lupin"

"last name basis?" he tries to smile at you, but you turn his face to the side so you can look at the bruise forming on his cheek. 

"yes, answer" he sighs before talking. 

"i told you, they were talking shit" you keep glaring at him until he talks again "they were talking shit about you"

you stop moving for a second, processing the information. 

"you got into a fight because they were talking shit about me?"

"yes" he stares at you, waiting for a reaction. 

"are you fucking stupid?"

"maybe that wasn't the reaction i expected" he mutters to himself. 

"you are actually stupid" you don't talk again, you just focus on cleaning his face, which means he has a lot of time to talk. 

"what did you want me to do? i just couldn't stand there as he was saying how you were a bitch and shit like that" he groans when you don't answer "i warned them, i said that if they didn't stop i'd punch them"

"oh, you warned them, how nice" you reply, sarcastically. 

"don't be mad at me, please" he wraps his arms around your legs, and puts his head on your stomach. 

"what do you want me to do?" you put your hand on his hair. 

"i don't care, just don't be mad at me"

"oh, so i should just congratulate you? thank you so much remus for defending me, should i kiss you to show my gratitude?" 

"you could kiss me, not because of that, but you could" you don't even acknowledge him as you walk to the bathroom to throw away everything you used to clean his face. 

when you come back, he's in front of you, touching your cheek as he talks. 

"you're not gonna say anything?" he asks, as you try your best to not look away from his eyes. 

"about what?" he chuckles, but doesn't move his hand away from your face. 

"about the fact that i said that you could kiss me" you fail your goal, because your eyes immediately go to his lips. and of course, he notices. 

"what do you want me to say?" you ask, rolling your eyes at his smirk. 

"i think the question is what i want you to do"

"you just got into a fight" you remind him. 

"just because you're mad doesn't mean you can't kiss me"

"i know"

and you really know, so you kiss him. and it starts as a sweet kiss, slow, just to prove that it's real. but then one of his hands goes to the back of your neck and the other cups your jaw. 

your hands go to the back of his neck, finding balance when he pulls you closer to him.

you pull away for a second, breathing heavily as you look at each other's eyes. 

"we shouldn't do this" you remind him. 

"i know" he says, slowly walking so you have to walk back. 

"i'm still mad at you" you tell him, sitting in your bed, looking up at him. 

"i got into a fight because of you and you say that?" he smirks, pushing you so you have no choice but to lie down. 

one of his knees rests in between your legs, his hands on both sides of your head. your hands go to the back of his neck again. 

"you wound me" he tells you, before kissing your neck. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

you had plans today, it was friday and you had no classes after lunch, so you were gonna start getting ready and maybe drinking with the girls before going to the party the gryffindor were hosting. 

but those plans got a bit ruined when you got a letter from your family during lunch, which usually meant bad news. 

you don't really remember a lot from the letter, all you know is that you had two choices: marrying barty or getting disowned. 

after reading the letter, all you can do is put it in your pocket and try to stop the tears coming from your eyes. you don't even look at your friends or at the food that remus put on your plate. instead, you think about the words you just read. 

"i have to go" you suddenly get up, grab your things and walk away, not noticing the concerned looks on your friends faces, especially on remus'. 

they all stare at you as you walk out the great hall.

you find an empty hall and sit in one of the windows, finally letting out the tears. you don't long how long you stay like that, but suddenly someone walks next to you. 

"hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay" all you notice are the tears running down your face, and remus' arms around you. as he holds you and tells you that everything is fine. 

once you calm down, he waits a bit to ask

"what happened? do you wanna talk about it?" he asks, and you don't even look at him, not wanting to see the worry in his eyes. 

"no, it's okay" he seems disappointed with your answer, but doesn't stop rubbing your back "thank you" 

"it's nothing" he tries to find something to say, something to comfort you, but before he can even think of anything, you get up. 

"you're going to the party, right?" you look at him, drying your tears. 

"are you gonna go?" he asks, frowning. 

"yes" he seems a bit surprised, because now you're smiling. 

"then yes" you smile even more at his answer. 

"i'll see you there" you give him a quick peck on his cheek before walking away. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

the next time remus sees you, you're dancing, lily and marlene next to you.

he stands away for a bit, not in the mood to dance, but when he sees you're gonna refill your cup for the fifth time since he has been there. he decides to approach you. 

"hi" he says, standing next to you.

"hi remus" you smile at him, drinking from your now full cup. 

"how many of those have you had?" he asks. 

"i don't know, seven, maybe eight? who cares" you tell him, holding his hand and dragging him to the dance floor, but he quickly redirects you to one of the sofas. 

"i do, you're gonna pass out if you keep drinking" he says as he tries to get the cup from your hand, but you quickly move your hand away and frown. 

"i'll be okay"

"no you won't"

"i'm not even that drunk"

"you saw sirius and called him reggie" you smile, remembering the horrified look in sirius' eyes. 

"they look alike" you shrug.

"you should stop drinking"

"i'll be okay" he tries to reply, tries to tell you that maybe you won't, but you get up, and before he can even stand up, you get lost among the people. 

the next time he sees you, you're on the couch, head in your hands as you try to stop the tears from your eyes. 

remus sits next to you. a hand on you back as he leans to see your face. 

"are you drunk?" you nod "do you want to go to sleep" you nod, so he gets up and holds your hand, making your way through the crowd. 

once you reach the hall, he doesn't let go of your hand. he notices that something's wrong, he notices that you haven't complained to sirius about being in a pureblood family, like you do each time you receive a letter from them. he notices that you're trying not to cry. he notices that you're barely holding his hand, maybe it's because you're drunk or you're too sad to. 

and he wants to say something, he wants to help. but he decides to wait until you're in your room. he helps you get your makeup off and change into your pjs. he's folding your clothes while you're sitting on the side of your bed when he hears smalls sobs. 

he immediately sits next to you, drying your tears. 

"it's okay, everything will be alright" he hugs you, mentally cursing when you shake your head. 

"you don't get it" you tell him, in between sobs. 

"then explain it to me" he says, wondering if it's the same thing as what happened at lunch. 

"i can't" you sigh, pulling away from him as you dry your tears. 

"yes you can, i want to help you" his hands go to your face, holding you. 

"you can't-" you insist, putting your hands over his. 

"please let me help"

"remus-"

"i don't care if it's hard, i want to help" he insists, staring at your eyes. 

"let's sleep" he knows better than to insist more, so he just lets you sleep. 

when you wake up, you don't talk, you just walk with him to breakfast, and when you're finished, you walk away, not letting him know where you're going. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

"i don't know what's happening in between us, but-" you look away from his eyes "i can't do this"

"what?" he asks, praying that he's dreaming, or that it's a bad joke, praying that you're not breaking up with him, even if you're not together. 

"what did i do? what happened?" he tries to find your gaze. 

"you didn't do anything, i just can't" i have to marry someone else. 

"let me fix it, whatever i did, let me fix it, you can hate me but don't go away" 

"i'll probably leave school as soon as i can" you admit, you don't even know why, you just don't want to disappear without explanations. 

"what? no, you can't leave" he panics, he looks around trying to find someone laughing at him. he doesn't. 

"i'm sorry" you talk, unable to look at his eyes. 

"don't, please, don't apologise" he says, grabbing your hands, in case you want to run away. 

"i'm so sorry" you repeat. 

"you don't have to do that" he insists, because he doesn't want to lose you. 

"i don't want to hurt you" you tell him, thinking about the letter your parents just sent you, thinking about your future, which is already decided, not by the stars, but by your family. 

"then stay, stay here, with me" he pulls your hands, so your bodies are closer. 

"you know i can't" you lament, even though he doesn't know that much. 

"yes you can, you just have to try" he suddenly lets your hands go, taking a step away from you. and you try to get mad at him, but you can't, not when he's looking that hurt, hurt by you. 

"remus-" you try to get him to listen, maybe if he gives you a chance, you'll show the letter to him, you'll explain everything to him. how you have no choice but to listen to your parents. 

"are you even sorry? you don't seem to have tried to stay" you know he doesn't mean it, he knows he doesn't mean it. but it's better that way, it'll be easier if he's mad at you. so you don't answer. you just stare at him.

"you're not gonna answer?" he asks, tears on the corner of both of your eyes. "i thought you liked me" you swear you can feel your heart break as the words leave his mouth. 

"i do-" he cuts you off. 

"then why don't you stay? is it just a game to you? you wanted to play with me?" he keeps talking, he tries to stop, he wants to, but the hurt in his heart makes him keep going. 

"i didn't, remus, it's not that easy" you tell him, begging him to understand. 

"i never said i wanted things to be easy. especially not with you" he fights the urge to walk away, thinking that maybe there's a chance that you'll change your mind. 

"i don't want to hurt you" you repeat, maybe more to remind you than to him. 

"you're already hurting me" 

"you have to understand"

"when you defended werewolves from that guy you already knew i was one didn't you? maybe he was right and you're a bitch after all, did you tell him that just to shag me?" he doesn't even blink as he talks, pretending he's not mad at himself right now, even more than with you. 

"you don't mean that" you say as the tears fall from your eyes. 

"oh, i do" that's what it takes for him to finally walk away, letting the tears out of his eyes. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

you couldn't focus, it was all too much. the pain from the unforgivable curse, the sadness from your own family doing that, the realisation that you could never go back to your house. 

all you could do is try to not pass out as you walk to the potter's mansion. 

once you reach their door, and ring it, you wait. you don't know if it was ten seconds, ten minutes or even ten hours. all you know is that when james opens the door, you practically throw yourself at him, who catches you as he calls for his parents. 

"i'm sorry" you whisper in between sobs. 

"it's okay, you'll be okay, everything's going to be fine" james tries to not show the concern on his voice, he really tries, but everyone must've sense it, because remus, sirius and peter quickly appear, staring at you as effie kneels down next to you. 

when you finally pass out, all you know is that it hurts, everything hurts. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

you wake up with effie folding clothes next to you. 

"oh hi sweetie, how are you feeling?" she immediately sits next to you, touching your forehead to check your temperature. 

"good" you answer, quietly. 

"you have clothes here, you can take a shower and i'll make dinner" she walks to the door as you sit up. 

"effie, thank you so much, you don't have to do this, i'll be okay"

"we'll talk later" she doesn't give you room to talk, instead, she leaves after giving you a smile. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

effie and fleamont sit in front of you as you eat, staring at you and then at each other.

"we want you to stay here" fleamont is the first to talk as soon as you finish eating. 

"what? no, i can't, i'll find somewhere to stay"

"no, you'll stay here, we have your room ready" effie insists. 

"i can't" 

"sweetie, there's no way to stop this now, the faster you accept it the better" fleamont talks as effie gets up and tells you to follow her to show you your room. 

they leave you a moment to see your room before walking in. 

"thank you so much" you say before they hug you, drying your tears before they fall on your face. 

"it's okay honey, you'll be fine" they assure you before walking out of the room. "and, by the way, the boys are sleeping, we'll tell them to come here when they wake up, they're really worried"

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

he thinks it's unfair, remus thinks that it's unfair that you're talking to peter like nothing happened, that you're playing quidditch with james and sirius like you weren't crying in his arms just a few weeks ago. he thinks it's unfair that you haven't even glanced at him. he thinks it's unfair that you look like nothing ever happened, he hates that you're acting like everything it's okay, like you're not hurt by your family, by his words.

he also thinks he's being selfish, by slightly hoping that you're as hurt as him. that you think of him as much as he thinks of you. he hopes that you also have the urge to go to his room in the middle of the night. he hopes that you're as jealous as he is when someone starts flirting with you at the party james organised at his house. 

but he also thinks that none of it it's possible, that you look way too happy to be thinking of him, that if you're planning on getting drunk, you definitely don't want his help. 

he doesn't know if it was between staring at you as you flirted back with that guy, or when he was searching for you while you were nowhere to be found. but he gets drunk.

and suddenly, all the doubts he had about you disappear, because you're next to him, rubbing his back and asking him if he's drunk. and you wouldn't help him if you hated him would you?. 

he just stares at you as you hold his hand and make your way through the crowd, not so kindly pushing people who didn't move. you help him through the barrier james magically applied on the stairs so no one but his friends could walk upstairs. 

when you reach his room, you help him walk to his bed, which is kinda difficult seeing his stumbling tall figure. once he is in the safety of his mattress, you walk to the door, but his voice stops you. 

"i can't sleep with my shirt on" when you turn around, he's smirking. 

"then take it off" you turn your back to him again. 

"i need help" when you turn around, not before rolling your eyes, he's giving you puppy eyes. 

remus lupin. is. giving. you. puppy eyes. 

"you aren't that drunk" you don't even move from the door. 

"yes i am. you're really gonna leave me here, drunk and defenceless?" he lies back on his bed. 

"are you trying to blackmail me?" you frown, leaning your back onto his closed door. 

"is it working?" he asks, hoping it does. 

"no" he sighs, before leaning on his elbows to look at you. 

"c'mon love, just help me take my shirt off" you don't answer, instead, you just get closer to him, and help him sit up, once he is, he doesn't move, he just looks up at you. 

"you're not gonna put your arms up?" you groan, frustrated, when he just smiles at you. 

after a few minutes of work, due to his boycott, you finally take his shirt off, throwing it aside before walking away. 

or that's what you try, because before you can even turn around, his arms are around you. and you don't know how he's so strong, or why you didn't try to fight back more, maybe it was the alcohol. but before you notice it. you're on the bed next to him, and he's hugging you so tight that you have no choice but to fall asleep. 

when you wake up he's still hugging you, luckily not as strong as last night, so you can get up and slowly walk to the door, quietly closing it and making the way to your room. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

remus is almost convinced that it was a dream, he thinks he imagined everything when he wakes up and you're not there, he thinks it was his mind tricking him when you sit next to marlene at breakfast. even though he purposely left the sit next to him free. 

he's basically drowning in his tea when marlene says something that makes him look at you. 

"where were you last night? you left soon" he stares at you, noticing the way your eyes linger at him for a moment before saying that you were tired. and it would be childish for him to admit that it made him happy, that he doesn't even notice the hangover now, that he's smiling so much that even effie asked him about it. 

and it would be even more childish to admit that he's been giving james the idea to throw another party just before holidays end, that he doesn't need to invite anyone, just the group of friends it's okay. and who is james to say no to a party?. 

he spends more time that he wants to admit staring at you. as you talk to lily and mary, as you almost make sirius drop his drink, as you hug james. and especially, as you ignore him. so he does what he knows will make you talk to him, getting drunk. 

it follows the same order as the other night. you approach him, lead him upstairs and help him get ready to bed. 

"why did you leave?" he asks, holding your wrist after you tried to walk to the door. he sees how you think about the answer. and to be honest, he didn't think he was ready to hear it. 

"because that's what a bitch would do" you break free from his grip and walk to the door. he just stays there as you go back downstairs. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

the next morning, no one knows why remus looks so miserable, why he's being so grumpy to everyone, except you. why he's putting food on your plate, why he's making everyone put on the movie you want to see. 

they also don't know why you're ignoring him, why you offered the plate to james, why you changed your mind and told marlene to decide what movie to watch. 

but you knew, you knew because you've been listening to him apologise every other minute, you've been listening to him knocking on your door every night. you've been reading his apology letters. 

but that wasn't enough, because just two days before classes start again, he decides that he's had enough, and that he won't leave before giving you a proper apology. so he follows you to the kitchen when everyone is focused on the movie. and he stands on your way to the door so you have no choice but to listen. 

"i didn't mean it, and you know that, you know i'd never think that. and i know it's not an excuse, but it was days before a full moon, and i wanted to hate you, i wanted to hate you for making me love you and then leaving me. and i wanted you to hate me because i wouldn't be able to be around you. and i'm so sorry, i'll do anything to take it back, i need you to understand that i didn't mean it, and that i'm so sorry i ever made you feel bad. there's no day i haven't thought about you, about how much i miss you, about how i ruined everything. so please, give me a second chance, i'll apologise every minute if i have to, i'll do anything for you to forgive me. because i don't think i can stand the thought of what we could've had if i hadn't ruined everything." he takes a deep breath "i'm so so so sorry"

and you know that you shouldn’t, that he’s hurt you as much as you’ve hurt him. but you’re both teenagers, you both make mistakes, and you both miss each other. so you do what everyone would’ve done in this situation, and hug him, breathing him in.

“does that mean you forgive me?” he asks.

“yes, i’m sorry” you close your eyes, your head in his chest.

“you have nothing to apologise for, love”

“yes i do-” he cuts you off by pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“let’s just go to sleep”

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

you don’t know why james drags you from the kitchen, where you were talking with everyone, to your room, with the suitcase half done on the floor. you don’t know why he slams the door. or why he’s staring at you like you told him you forbade quidditch.

but then he talks.

“did you forgive him?”

and you remember the conversation you had with him after spending a few nights here.

“weren’t you two in love?” you’re on his bed, still not used to your new room, you’re both laying on your backs, him throwing his snitch and catching it.

“who?” you ask, staring at the ceiling.

“remus” he says it like it’s obvious, and it actually is.

“i don’t know” you shrug. 

“what happened?” he asks. 

“i ruined everything” you explain. 

“that’s not true” he frowns. 

“how do you know that?” you chuckle. 

“you wouldn’t ruin anything” he says, so sincere. 

“i was supposed to marry barty” the snitch falls and hits his face.

“what?!” he immediately sits up. 

“so i told him i couldn’t do whatever we were doing" 

"and he just accepted it?" he's frowning even more. 

"he was sad at first, then mad, but he stopped talking to me, so it worked" you shrug again, and he gets closer to you. 

"mad?" 

"it's okay"

"i know how remus gets when he gets mad, did he say something to you?" he looks worried, already thinking about punching remus. 

"nothing to bad, the normal when the person you're in love with and it's in love with you dumps you for no reason" 

"what's the normal?" he questions. 

"james, it's okay"

and with that beautiful flashback, you come back to an angry james in front of you. 

"don't dare to move, i'll talk to you later, let me have a chat with remus first" he tries to get out of the room, but you stop him. 

"james wait" 

“stop trying to defend him, and don’t try to walk away, you won’t move until you tell me everything” he stands in front of you, arms crossed. 

"james let me explain" 

"you want to talk? talk, i'm not leaving until i know everything" he sounds determined, and you know that he won't stop until he knows everything. 

"there's nothing to know, just leave it" you insist. 

"what did he say to you?" he takes at step, so he's closer to you. 

"james-"

"what did he say to you?"

"james, stop"

"now, i won't stop until you tell me what the fuck he told you, and why you're together with him after that"

"because it doesn't matter, it's already over"

"it doesn't matter?! you're saying it doesn't fucking matter? after weeks of seeing you miserable, and because of him?" he pinchs the bridge of his nose. "honestly, if you're not going to tell me what he told you, then don't even bother talking"

he tries to walk away, again, but you stand in front of the door. 

"what's the point? i already forgave him, so, what are you going to do, make me leave him?" you question him, praying that he doesn't actually say yes. 

"you don't know what i'm willing to do for you happiness" he tries to walk past you, but you don't move. 

"please don't be mad at me" 

"then tell me what he said to you" his eyes soften, looking at yours. 

"why? what are you going to do about it?" 

"it depends" he avoids your gaze. 

"james."

"maybe punch him" he looks away. 

"james" 

"please tell me what he said" he asks, this time softer. 

and you don't know why, maybe it's the look on his eyes, or the fact that you know he wouldn't let it go until you did. but you say everything to him, from how you approached him, how you were both almost crying, how he walked away. 

and it takes him a moment to react, he's sitting in your bed, and you immediately get up to stand in front of him. 

"james…" he gets up. 

"i need to have a chat with remus" he tries to walk past you, but you don't let him. 

"james."

"what?"

"please, just, stay here with me. you can help me pack" you give him your best puppy eyes until he agrees, sitting on the floor next to you, passing you clothes as you put them in your suitcase.

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

and it all looked perfect. it seemed like james had already forgotten everything by the time dinner is ready. and it seems like he's really happy when he suggests to watch a movie. 

but then something changes. maybe it was remus' hand on your tight, or the fight scene on the movie. but the next thing you know, is that there's a fist right in remus' face. and that fist belongs to james. 

"you said you wouldn't do anything!" you immediately get up, putting yourself in front of remus, while sirius and marlene pull james back. 

"i had to!" he says. 

"james!" you fight the urge to roll your eyes. 

"i'm sorry! but i couldn't help it! i had to do something about it!" he explains. 

"about what?" lily asks, and you stiffen, looking at james with wary eyes. 

"yes, about what?" james asks you, and you glare at him as mary and peter take care of remus' face. 

"about nothing" you immediately say, backing up as they all stare at you. 

and they're complaining about it as soon as you say it, but remus stops them. 

"about me hurting her" no one knows how to react, you just stare at him as he stretches his neck. 

"you fucking hurt her?" lily talks, walking towards him, and it seemed like she had the intention of repeating james' actions. so you step in front of her. 

"it's all forgotten, there's no reason to punch anyone" you stare at james "especially when you promised you wouldn't"

"i'm sorry-" he tries to apologise. 

"it's okay, i deserved it" remus talks. 

"no you didn't?" you tell him, but he just smiles at you. 

"i'm going to sleep"

you all stare at him as he walks upstairs, and when you turn around they're all staring at you. 

"if i forgave him, you can do it too" you say, especially looking at james. "so, i hope you apologise to him, because he deserves it"

when you get to remus' room, he's looking at himself in the mirror. 

"i'm sorry" you sneak in front of him, hugging him as you put your head in his chest. 

"why" he chuckles, hugging you back. 

"what do you mean why, are you stupid?" you questions him. 

"love, it's not your fault" he smiles as you narrow your eyes at him. "i deserved it" 

"shut up" you immediately pull away from him, storming out of the bathroom. 

he grabs your wrist before you can walk out of the room, and as soon as he gets it his arms are around you. 

"don't be mad at me" he pleads, and when you don't answer, his lips go to your cheek. "please" 

when you don't answer he just keeps kissing you. 

"please"

this time is your other cheek. 

"cmon love"

your forehead. 

"just talk to me"

your nose. 

"please"

your lips

"love" 

your neck. 

and you know that he'll start going lower if you don't stop him. and you know that if he does you won't be mad anymore. so you pull away from him. 

"you're stupid, remus lupin" you glare at him "if you ever say that you deserve any hurt ever again i'll be the one punching you instead of james. and i'll also cry" 

"why would you cry?" he genuinely asks, putting one of his hands on your cheek. 

"because you don't deserve anything bad remus. you're literally an angel" 

"don't say that" you frown at him, and he looks away. 

"remus, i mean it"

"i know" he puts his forehead on yours "that's why i don't want you to say it"

"why?"

"because it's gonna make me love you even more"

before you can answer, he's kissing you again, this time for real, when he pulls away, he stares at you. 

"i know everyone already says that we're dating, but can we make it official?" his hands are on your cheeks, and he thinks that he's never been more nervous in his life. 

"i'd love to" this time, you're the one who kisses him, and you stay like that for a while, in each other's arms. before someone knocks on the door. 

when you open, you find james on the other side, with regret in his eyes. 

"can i talk to remus?" you narrow your eyes at him as remus appears behind you. 

"it's alright love" 

you go to the living room with everyone, and before you know it, james and remus are walking in, talking and laughing. 

everyone stares at them as they get closer to the couch. 

"what?" they ask, staring back at you. 

"everything's… fine?" lily asks, and when they both smile and nod, everyone smiles and cheers, a bit exaggerated. 

remus sits next to you, putting and arm around you and kissing you. 

and if before they were dramatic, now it's like their favourite team won the quidditch world cup.

"what?" this time remus and you ask, staring at them. 

"you just kissed?" mary says, not believing it. 

"yeah?" you answer. 

"why" marlene asks, narrowing her eyes. 

"we're dating" remus says, and the night ends between cheers, screams and hugs. 

sirius and james even cry a bit, hugging each other while saying "finally!" "we did it!" 

[sundeathh]

Aizawa’s sick day

One-shot | Masterlist

Pairing: Aizawa × Reader | Word count: 2,5k

Fandom: BNHA | MHA | Tags: fluffy, reverse comfort, home life, romance, SFW

CW: Sickness, of course (nothing too disturbing). Also: stable relationship, cheesy stuff, married couple dynamic, playful threats and teases. Readers' gender and appearance are not described, but there is a mention of reader being a "wife".

Notes: I've been working a lot lately, and I managed to get myself sick. I went to the EM two times now, and I just got some palliative medicine that didn't do much to the overall issue. I'm still sick. But I'm better than before and will be returning to work tomorrow (I can't afford absence anymore, unfortunately). But that's it.

I hate being sick, as real life doesn't pause to let me rest. So, to help me unwind for a little bit, I wrote this piece to take the focus off my sickness and to flutter my chest by pretending to take care of, at least, a fictional character. I hope you'll enjoy it. Sorry if there's any spelling; it is late, I'm sleepy, and my eyes are burning. Take care, love yall.

08:44 pm

"I'm home." The tired man called as he opened the door and took off his shoes. It has been a long day at work, and Shōta is more than exhausted. Slowly, he made his way down the hall to put the rest of his stuff away and grab a quick shower before dinner.

After taking note that you were not in the living room nor the kitchen, he reached your shared bedroom and pushed the door open, where he met with a smile that caused him to relax instantly after stepping inside.

"Oh! Hey, hun! Welcome back!" You greeted as you folded another piece of laundry, which was still warm from the dryer. Neat piles lined up on the king-sized bed.

"Hey." He replied quietly before walking over to you and pecking your lips. It had been rough lately, and every time he got home late from work, you noticed how increasingly tense he seemed as the days passed. 

"I thought you would be home early today." You commented. "Where were you? I was worried."

He sat on the bed next to where you stood, watching as you folded another shirt. Then, he sighed, rubbing his sore eyes as he rested his other hand on his knee.

"I was supposed to, but they needed me for a meeting and kept me late. Sorry I didn't text you." He explains, feeling a slight guilt sting in his chest as he glances at the clothes on the bed. You had to do his chores again. 

"I see." You respond quietly, with no resentment in your voice at all. "It's fine. But it is also late, so you should get ready for dinner." You instructed. 

Aizawa nodded and stood up before heading into the bathroom to shower, coming back moments later looking entirely drowsy.

"You look so exhausted." Your worried words pull Shōta from his sleepy state, the bed now looking pretty free from the clothes as you put the last pile into a drawer. "Didn't take proper care of yourself today, did you?" You questioned. "Did you eat anything besides applesauce?"

His eyebrows knitted together as he looked at you. You know he hates when you call him out like this. But you are right. Today was rough. "Yeah, yes, I know. Sorry. I promise I'll get better." His soft tone had you smiling. 

"No need to apologize, baby. I was just worried, that is all." You reassured as you walked toward him, snaking your arms around his waist and holding on tight, pulling him closer against your body. "You okay?" You asked quietly.

"Yeah." He nuzzled your neck. "Just tired." He explained, and you gently ran your hand up and down his back.

The two of you stayed embraced for a few seconds, pulling apart only after your stomach let out its demands, prompting you both to chuckle lightly. 

"Sorry, I have not eaten yet." You apologized before inviting him to the dining room, dragging his willing self by the hand.

As he followed behind, you heard him scolding you for your behavior. "I told you to stop waiting for me to have dinner when I do not get home until seven."

You rolled your eyes playfully as you turned the corner. "Sorry, I guess I forgot." You replied as you walked into the kitchen. "And besides, I did not have the appetite to eat alone anyway."

That earned you a soft laugh from the man who walked into the kitchen soon after you, helping you bring the food to the dining table afterward.

And, as you made yourselves comfortable, you two started eating. Small talk filled the air as you avoided both talking about work or the things that could be troubling your husband since dinner was not time for stress.

And this goes both ways, as Shōta knows that this small amount of time after he arrives is all he has with you since he needs to leave for work again before you even wake up the next day. 

Not long after, however, you can not help but notice how the dark circles under his eyes looked more purple than you ever saw, and his movements seemed a lot slower than what you were used to;

It worried you. Even though you know the hero and teaching work are naturally wearing, despite his tiredness, he always afforded to act, at least around you, not so worn out.

He had not been sleeping well recently, and you wanted to do something about it; but now was not the time, so you decided against mentioning it to him right now, as you knew it would bother him even further.

But he noticed you staring anyway, and his gaze drifted toward your lips, then back to your eyes. He raised a brow.

"Are you gonna finish those?" You asked, motioning to his half-eaten meal, which he absently turned over repetitively with his utensils. He shrugged. "Maybe later tonight?"

You nodded once in understanding and returned your attention to your plate. "Okay," you said.

He then went back into playing with his food in silence, which you did not mind. You know he was not hungry anymore but was making time to give you company as you finished your meal anyways. 

Once you finished, he rinsed the dishes while you dried them, setting them aside. Then, Shōta followed you back into the living room, where he plopped down on the couch.

Before long, you were cuddling together as something mindless passed on the TV screen. And, at some point during the movie, you began yawning, slowly lulling your head onto the shoulder of your partner, while his head would eventually fall forward as sleep threatened to grab hold of either of you.

So, reluctantly you sat up, stretching your back before turning to face Shōta. "Should we head to bed? Or do you want us to stay up here a while longer?" You asked, leaning in slightly, resting a hand on his leg.

He shook his head. "I think it's time for bed."

You nodded and stood up first, extending your hand toward him to help him stand up too. And, with his hand intertwined with yours, you led him back to the bedroom – where he went straight to lie on the bed.

After you were both settled, you wrapped an arm around his torso, nuzzling your head into his chest as he reciprocated the embrace, snuggling closer. Then, he placed a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

02:51 am

You woke up feeling hot. Well, hot enough for someone who does not bother regard to temperature. It is a bit unusual, and usually, you do not even realize the temperature change when asleep. 

You shifted in the grasp of your husband, turning over to your side as you tried, in vain, to cool down before realizing that the overheating you felt was radiating from the man you tangled with to sleep.

A frown immediately appeared on your face while moving your hand to place it over his forehead. Perhaps he was feverish?

Hmm, maybe. You could not tell for sure, but the skin felt a lot warmer to your touch. It did not feel right. So, carefully extracting yourself from the embrace, you walked to the closet and retrieved a thermometer, which you then returned and inserted into his mouth before sitting on the edge of the bed with him.

After a moment, the beeping of the device signaled that it finished testing; you watched as he started waking up a little after you took it out, his eyes fluttering open and landing upon the sight of you – sitting on the bed beside him, watching him cautiously. 

He blinked, slowly bringing his hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes. "Hey." He greeted, his voice hoarse. 

You gave him a gentle smile. "Hey." You replied, and he glanced back up at you.

"What are you doing?" He asks, squinting slightly in the darkness as if trying his best to decipher your features.

"Doing a little research." You responded. "Feeling alright? No headache?"

He furrowed his brows together. "No, why? Should I?"

You shake your head. "Probably not. But just making sure, you are running a fever, sweetheart."  You explained softly, reaching your hand out to grab his. "Come on, let us get you into a cool shower, and then you can rest a little longer, okay?"

He did not argue or question you, even though he seemed reluctant. Instead, he nodded and complied, rising from the bed, taking the offered hand, and following you into the bathroom.

While you reached the bathtub to turn the water on, Shōta quietly took his shirt off, discarding it into the hamper next to the sink. 

After you turned around, your gaze fell upon his toned muscles for half a second before landing on his face. His hair was sticking up every which way thanks to the ruffling from sleep, his bangs covering half his face and hiding the dark bags beneath his eyes. He looked exhausted as ever, yet also adorable somehow. However, the more you looked, the more you could tell he was getting sick. 

Sighing, you pulled your fingers through your hair, continuing to examine his appearance. You had never seen him sick, nor had you seen him look this exhausted in all the years you were together. 

Shōta turned around, noticing you observing his appearance, and raised an eyebrow. "What? Are you worried?" He questioned.

"Well, yes." You answered, still analyzing him.

His lips stretched into a faint smile as he approached you, cupping your cheek with his hand as he peered down at you, giving you an amused expression. "Why?" 

"You have been running yourself ragged lately." You answered, leaning into his palm. "And I never saw you sick before. I am worried because, especially now, you can not afford to be weak."

He sighed before pulling you close, pressing a tender kiss on your forehead, and placing one last soft kiss on the tip of your nose. "Don't worry. I promise I will be fine." He assured.

"Promise?" You repeated skeptically, staring deep into his eyes, and he chuckled. "Cross my heart."

"Mhm..." you hummed. "I will only believe that if you don't overexert yourself. If you keep worrying me like this, you will become bedridden sooner than you wish."

This time his chuckle was not quiet, and you could hear the whizzing in his chest. "Now, aren't you a good wife?" He teased.

You scoffed at that remark. "Of course I am. I am making sure you do not work yourself till you drop sick!" You retorted.

He gave you a smug grin. "Is that so?" He asked, tilting his head a little. "How mean."

You rolled your eyes in response before staring straight back at him. "But I am serious, Shōta."

"Then I will stop stressing myself and make a good impression on you." He declared, and his playful grin widened, making you chuckle. 

"Yeah, that is what I want. Now go wash off the sweat. I will fix you a cup of tea and bring it up. Alright?"

He smiled again, nodding. "Alright."

And as you made your way toward the kitchen, you wondered how you managed to fall for such a selfless bastard.

But you were not complaining.

03:12 am

Aizawa was still immersed in the bathtub when you returned with a glass in hand and medicine in the other. Then, after he emerged his hands from the water, you handed him one of each before leaning down to sit over your forelegs while resting your arms against the edge of the tub.

You watched as he gulped the medicine down with a generous sip of cold tea.

"How do you feel?" You quietly asked as he pulled the glass away from his lips. 

He merely gave you a small smile. "Not bad." He replied, his tone sounding slightly less hoarse now that he had drunk the tea. "I don't feel any different than usual. Just tired."

"Okay." You murmured, your eyebrows creasing together a little. "If it gets worse tomorrow, I will take you straight home from work, alright!?"

He nodded. "Okay."

"And I will ask Hizashi to check up on you since I know you won't tell me if it gets worse, after all."

He smirked a little at this, snickering. "That is true. But asking Mic to do that is not necessary." He paused, glancing at you before giving you a soft, small smile.

"Oh, yeah?" You asked.

Shōta nodded. "Yes. If it gets a lot worse, I will call you. I don't want to trouble any more people nor make you worry unnecessarily."

Your eyes softened at that. You know how Shōta hated burdening someone else, even though it would never feel like that to you. But he was willing to set his stubbornness aside for your sake. It flattered you a little, and you could not help but smile. 

"Okay, good... so, since you are telling me that, I will try not to worry too much then." You said. He returned your smile with a faint yet truthful one.

"Thank you, though."

"For what?" You inquired in curiosity. 

"Being so attentive like that." He said. "I appreciate it."

A faint blush formed on your cheeks as your eyes widened just a tiny bit. Then, the smile returned to your lips. "No problem, Sho. I care for you. And I love seeing you well."

His eyes softened at your words. "I know you do." He agreed quietly before opening his mouth to speak again but was cut short by a yawn escaping his lips.

"There you go again, falling asleep without meaning for it at all." You chuckled. Then, you reached forward and brushed the stray hairs from his forehead before letting your hand fall back onto the rim of the tub; while watching him intently for a moment. He smiled at you again. 

After a few moments of silence, his face finally showed some signs of discomfort, and you frowned slightly. "Are you uncomfortable? Do you need me t-"

"It’s fine." He insisted, cutting you off, before taking your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, effectively stopping you from finishing that sentence. "Just tired. It happens sometimes."

"Oh." You breathed, taking in what he said before sighing softly, slowly beginning to rise back to your feet. "Okay, then. I will grab some clean clothes for you now. Take your time resting up. If you need anything, ask me, alright?"

He smiled gratefully at you. "Okay, thanks, babe."

Your heart clenched at the sound of him saying those precious words; they meant everything to you. They always would. He knew how important they were; and how much you cherished them. 

Because, despite his cold surface, he never failed to make you feel loved and appreciated.

So you hoped you would never fail at that too.

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[angelismmm]

𝄞 — thoma (gn reader) — ❝ i'll treat you like royalty ❞

summary: single, hardworking, thoma whose a father of a cute little girl you just happen to babysit! he ends up falling for you, finally seeing how much you care for his daughter, and his wellbeing, but he starts to have certain "dreams" about you at the same time that he wants to make reality.

a/n: d-d-d-dilf thoma... just hear me out okay... i seen so many headcannons for thoma as a father, anyways d/n is daughter name!! edit: i accidently deleted my progress again while playing valorant ❤️

warnings: nsfw, slight and i mean the slightest amount of dacryphilia if u squint hard enough, thoma 😍😍, dom!thoma, sub!reader, masturbation, idk sex??

dilf!thoma is overloaded with work at the office he works at, so he hired you! to take care of his daughter. only being able to come back late at night, he does miss his father-daughter bonding time with her :(

thoma comes hope to a sleeping child and a dozed off you too! coming over almost everyday to take care of such a little gremlin does tire you out </3 he takes (d/n) to bed, and you to sleep on the couch beside his bed, he'd be a monster to let you sleep outside!

now that you and him have talked a little more, getting to know each other, what's going at home, etc. he feels a bit closer everytime you come over, and when you talk to him. feels like home, yk?

thoma felt like he started to gain feelings for you, and not just a "that's a good person" feeling, but romantic. you made him feel like he finally had a place in this world. so much so, he started having dreams about you

those empty, sleepless nights, his mind will find a way to always wander back to you. you definitely would make a splendid partner, you're a great babysitter to (d/n), you were perfect. whenever you say his name, it does something to him

on those nights where you sleep over at his home after a long day of taking care of (d/n), of course you take the couch in thoma's room. while you sleep, thoma has an impossible time trying to doze off. the only thing on his mind is you, but not in a fluffy way.

the many wet dreams he's had of you bouncing on his cock, sucking him off from underneath his desk at the office, anything really, throughout the 4 weeks you took care of (d/n) made him crazy. crazy for your scent, your everything.

thoma tries his best to be quiet while you sleep, but it felt so good and to imagine you being pounded endlessly by him, and full of his seed. finally with one more pish he came, it'll be hard trying to cover it up if you ever questioned the stains.

sunshine finally pouring down, and out of the windows, you woke up and made breakfast before setting off, saying goodbye to (d/n) and thoma once again. since today was thoma's day off, finally finishing all the paperwork assigned last night. he couldn't think about anything but you.

the next day or so you came over to babysit again, till thoma told you it's also his day off. "oh, so is this where i stop babysitting the gremlin or?" you asked while (d/n) rested in your arms leaning her head on your shoulder. "that isn't what im implying— i mean yes continue to donyour job, i'll just also be home this time." he pats your shoulder and goes back inside. "follow dad!!" (d/n) says almost jumping out of your arms.

"also, i'd like to thank you for taking care of my dear daughter. it.. it means a ton to me and her." he adds, (d/n) jumping out of your hands to run around again. fast forward to dinner time, thoma was finishing up the food he cooked, as a thanks to you for being able to babysit.

afterwards reading a book to put (d/n) to sleep, you go back to thoma's room to get ready too. suddenly thoma grabs you by the waist from behind. "i— i wanted to thank you in another way. so please let me treat you like royalty just this once." he says giving you no chance to reply he starts sucking on your neck, making you whimper. finally facing you towards his face to get a better angle to bite your neck at.

once thoma finished sucking on your neck, he starts a long-lasting kiss, pushing you onto the bed with a desperate attempt to strip your clothes from you. (which um suceeds) "have i ever told you i love you?" thoma says deeply inhaling your scent, getting into the moment, "your crush on me was a bit obvious on me before this happened" kissing his forehead.

fast forward a bit, being pushed up against the wall and thoma's dick inside you thrusting fastly. holding you by your waist, cresent-like marks imprinted on your skin for how rough his pace was. completely unaware of yourself moaning his name so sweetly, the only words pouring out of your mouth being faster and pleads. round after round after round, you both finally gave it a rest.

"i love you so much" thoma added with doe eyes as if everything you both did just now didn't happen. "m-me too.." you said as he carried you to the bath. cleaned you up and u cuddled all night (which wasn't really all night, more like the rest of the morning)

anywaysr I just wanted to get this draft out as fast as possible but got carried away, capitano childe 3some next 😓😓

[24hlevi]

Sup! hope you’re having a great day and congrats on getting 1,700 followers!! 💗🎉

Can I request fluff prompt with 7 & 10 for chishiya (this could be either in or out of borderlands) with the dialogue

“Just five more minutes please?”

“go back to sleep, it’s okay”

“I feel safe with you”

“Don’t worry, i’ll be here when you wake up”

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to only pick two so feel free to decline/shorten this if I broke a rule T—T take care! ⭐️

this is adorable and i love it esp with chishiya, thank you so much for requesting 🫶

also i forgot to say it but you can use as many prompts as you want!

— hug me tight

chishiya shuntaro (alice in borderland) x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: fluff prompts 7(forehead kisses) + 10(sharing a bed) with dialogue prompts 5("don't worry, i'll be here when you wake up") + 7("just five more minutes please?") + 10("go back to sleep, if's okay") & 11("i feel safe with you") from my 1,700 follower event

warnings: language

chishiya shuntaro was not a very affectionate man when in a relationship. some may say he's emotionally unavailable, and while at times it appears to be true. it's times like this when you're able to see that he can be loving at times, mainly during times like this. times where he showed his true colors on how he felt about you. that he loved you.

waking up in a bed next to him was odd, especially being the first time he's even dared to suggest it, but you couldn't just say no. the sunlight was peeking through the halfway shut curtains, and when your eyes opened you immediately closed them again, squinting. you felt movement beside you and froze when you felt an arm wrap over you.

"why're you awake?" chishiya's groggy morning voice muttered into your ear.

"because you're dumbass half-assed closing the blinds," you retorted, your eyes still closed.

"sorry about that," he said, peering down at you as you laid there still. "do you want food?"

you hummed no in response, shaking your head whilst doing so and rolling over to wrap your arms around him, making it his turn to freeze up at the action. "i wanna sleep more."

"we have to get moving eventually, you know," chishiya sighed quietly, laying back down on his back. "i would rather not spend the whole day in bed."

"just five more minutes please?" you asked him, finally opening your eyes to look at him. you rested your head on his chest, one of your hands moving up to his hair to fix it back into place from it messy state.

chishiya sighed again. sadly, he wouldn't say no. well, he didn't want to say no. so with one of his hands still around you, he leaned down slightly and gently placed a kiss on your forehead, "fine. but i'll be counting."

"mhm, sure," you replied, your voice laced with sarcasm as you spoke. "before you know it, it'll be half an hour."

rolling his eyes, chishiya laid his head back on the soft pillows behind him. "this is weird," he mumbled absentmindedly.

"hm? why is that?" you couldn't help but ask. you were still looking at him, only now with confusion as to what he meant by those words.

shrugging, he responded with, "i never thought i would be with someone like this is all. so it's weird."

"well," you patted one of your hands on his chest, making him look down at you, "i feel safe with you, shuntaro. so even if it feels weird, i'll still be here with you. okay?"

chishiya nodded as an answer. turning his head to read the digital clock on his side of the bed to read the time, he then looked back at you. "you better get back to sleep before it hits 9," he said.

"9? that's so close," you whined, resting your head on his chest again. "now i can't get back to sleep."

"just go back to sleep, y/n, it's okay," chishiya told you, lightly poking your head with his pointer finger.

"are you sure?" you questioned, pushing his hand away from you.

"yeah," he nodded. "don't worry, i'll be here when you wake up." he added, this time gently patting your head.

"promise?"

"i promise."

"okay then," you said with a smile, your head laying down on his chest as you closed your eyes again. "i hope you know i care about you a lot."

"yeah, i care about you too, y/n." chishiya responded, leaning down and kissing your head again, pulling you closer to him subtly.

"a little too much, probably."

[fetusgooseandjuice]

I’d Do It Again For You

Pairings: Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Summary: The tracksuits set fire to Kates apartment while she’s out on a mission with Clint. What will happen when Kate realizes you’re still inside?

Word Count: 3,872

Warnings: Apartment Fire | Violence | Hospitals

Kate was woken up by a persistent ring coming from her bedside table.  She opened her eyes and blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room and process what was going on.

When she realized it was her phone, Kate carefully reached over to grab it as she didn't want to wake you up; who was sound asleep with your head laid on her chest.

She looked at the lit up screen which read Clint Barton. Kate mentally groaned and pressed the green button to answer the phone, bringing it up to her ear, "I swear you're like nocturnal. Do you ever sleep?" Kate spoke quietly to not disturb you.

"The work for a hero never stops. You busy right now?" Clint asks from the other end of the phone.

Kate glances at the clock on the nightstand, "Yeah, it's one in the morning. I'm busy trying to sleep with my girlfriend which is something you should be doing too." she replied before going quiet, thinking about the words that just came out of her mouth.

"I- I'm not trying to sleep with Y/N like- like that. I mean I am, but- but not right now. And you shouldn't be sleeping with Y/N too, obviously. I meant that you should be sleeping with- with Laura, but also not like that, you know? You should be resting your eyes—"

"Are you done yet?" Clint questioned, interrupting her rant.

She squeezed her eyes shut out of embarrassment, "Yeah, yeah I'm done, sorry."

"Meet me at the end of the street in fifteen. I need your help with something." he informed her.

Kate gazed down at you, debating whether to go or not. You got so excited yesterday when she told you that she would take you out for the day today, and whenever she goes on missions everything is very unpredictable. She doesn't know if she'll be back in time to follow through with her promise to you.

But Kate knew she couldn’t turned this down, "Fine. But I have to be back before eight. Y/N's an early bird so she normally wakes up around that time, and I promised her I'd take her out today."

"I'll make sure you're back by then no problem. It should only take a couple hours anyway." Clint assured.

"Okay, see you in fifteen." Kate responded, ending the call.

She sighed and stared down at you for a couple more moments, brushing a few hairs out of your face before slowly slipping out from under you to get ready.

She put on her purple archery suit and the back quiver that held her arrows. She considered just leaving a note on her pillow in case she wasn't back before you woke up, and so that she didn't have to wake you. But she at least wanted to hear your voice before she had to leave.

Approaching the edge of the bed, she laid a hand on your side to coax you awake, "Hey, princess? Can you wake up for me for a minute?" she whispered.

You mumble some incoherent words that were slurred together from your sleepy state, making her lightly chuckle, "Hey, I've gotta run out and take care of something with Clint. Are you gonna be okay here until I get back?" she spoke softly.

At that, you opened your eyes and tried to focus them on her, "Are we still going out later?" you murmured.

"Yeah, of course, baby. I'll be back before you even wake up." she answered, caressing your side to reassure you.

"M'kay." you mumbled. "Be careful, Katie? Don't make any dumb decisions. Promise you'll come back to me in one piece."

A smile crept across her face, "I promise, darling." she leaned down to press a kiss your forehead, letting her lips linger there for a few moments before pulling away.

You frowned and gently grabbed her hand when she turned to walk away, and a confused expression settled upon her face.

"You missed." you said.

She noticed the pout on your lips and playfully rolled her eyes, returning to your side to bend down and give you a few long, soft kisses.

"I love you." she whispered against your lips.

"I love you too." you replied before she grabbed her bow and trotted down the stairs of the loft. Once you heard the front door shut, you closed your eyes to try and fall back asleep, knowing that your girlfriend would be there when you awoke again.

As Kate exited the apartment building and walked down the street, she saw Clint already waiting at the corner.

"Who'd you piss off now?" she joked, approaching the well-known archer.

He scoffed, "No one. It's the same guys from last time. They somehow found more men to carry on their work."

"Alright, let's make this quick. I have a girl to get home to." Kate said, walking past him.

"You say that like I don't too." Clint responded, watching the young girl stride down the street.

"Well then hurry up and let's go!" she called out.

He started jogging to catch up with her, "You're going the wrong way!"

"Okay, move faster and show me the right way!"

~~~

A couple hours later, you woke up once again. You were confused as to why since the clock only read 3:24 am. It was only then that you realized you had to use the bathroom.

You laid there with a sigh, not wanting to get out from the comfort of your bed until you got the motivation to finally get up. Right before you closed the bathroom door, you thought you heard yelling coming from outside. But you brushed it off, thinking that you were just tired.

What you didn't know was that you had heard right.

"Kate Bishop!" a man called from outside, but you didn't hear him now that the door was shut.

There was another yell of your girlfriends name followed by a bottle that was lit on fire being chucked through the window, shattering and setting fire to everything around it.

A few more flaming bottles were thrown through the other window panels, causing the fire to spread even more. Neither the fire alarm or sprinklers in the apartment room went off because they had broken, and Kate never got around to getting them fixed.

So you were completely unaware of the situation until you heard the crashing sound made by part of the ceiling falling down outside the door, effectively blocking it.

When you heard that, you quickly reached to open the door to figure out what was going on. Though you winced, flinching away when your hand came in contact with the burning hot door knob.

You covered the knob with the hem of your shirt to hopefully minimize the heat, but when you tried open the door again you couldn't.

It was as if there was something blocking it. You turned the handle again, pushing on the door this time but it still wouldn't budge. That was when you noticed the smoke coming into the room from under the door, and you started to panic.

There wasn't anything in the bathroom that you could use to block the gap between the door and the floor, so you started banging the door, screaming for help.

"Help! Hello, can anyone hear me?! Help!" you desperately yelled, but deep down you knew that probably no one could hear you.

The longer you were stuck inhaling the smoke, the harder it got to breathe. So you eventually got tired of screaming, and passed out on the bathroom floor.

~~~

Meanwhile...

"Dude, the way you fought all five of those guys by yourself was crazy! You've gotta teach me how to do that thing where you rolled and still made the shot!" Kate said, reflecting on everything that happened during the mission.

Clint shrugged his shoulders, "Their fighting style was pretty sloppy anyways. I don't know if you did it on purpose, but when you did that thing with the flip and then the arms; that was pretty cool."

"I know right! I surprised myself with that one. I didn't even know—" Kate's rant was cut off by something that sent an unsettling chill down her spine.

"Hey, Kate Bishop!" she heard a man's voice call out.

She looked at Clint with furrowed eyebrows, turning down the street of her apartment building. But the scene that she was met with made her heart drop.

The infamous Tracksuit Mafia; lighting bottles on fire and chucking them through the windows of her apartment, flames engulfing the floor.

Black smoke poured out of the windows and into the outside air. At that point, there was only one thing at the top of her concerns.

"Y/N." Kate whispered to herself, shrugging off her bag of arrows and dropping her bow to the ground, darting down the street with Clint hot on her heels.

"Kate Bishop! Nice of you to finally show your face!" One of the tracksuits spoke up when he saw her.

But the smile was wiped right off of his face when Clint punched him square in the nose. He took care of the rest them, holding them off while Kate made a b-line for the front door.

She unlocked it with trembling hands, and then bolted up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

"Y/N?!" she called out as she opened her apartment door, the amount of smoke stunning her, "Y/N, baby?!?" Kate yelled again before coughing into her elbow.

She ran around the apartment, looking for any sign of you. When she came up empty handed, she took the stairs up to the loft multiple at a time. She noticed that the blankets on the bed were pushed back, yet you were nowhere to be found.

Her eyes quickly scanned the room, pausing on the bathroom door that was obstructed by debris. Kate rushed to the door, almost tripping on her own feet in the process.

"Y/N?! Baby, are you in there?!" she yelled, pressing her ear against the door. "Please, say something if you can hear me!" Kate practically begged. When she got no response she attempted to haul away the rubble blocking the door.

Kate struggled a lot, but she was determined.

After moving the last piece of wood with a grunt, Kate swung the door open, choking on the smoke that left the room. Once she could see clearly, she saw you lying on the floor, unconscious.

"Shit, Y/N!" she cursed, swiftly kneeling before you.

Kate put her ear to your nose to make sure you were still breathing, which she thanked god that you were even though the breaths you were taking were uneven and shallow.

She lifted you into her arm's bridal style and stood to her feet, "Alright, baby. We're gonna get you some help, okay? I've got you." she reassured even if you couldn't hear her.

Kate exited through the fire escape just as Clint knocked out the last tracksuit, "Clint!" she yelled to get his attention.

"Is she okay? Is she still breathing?" he spoke out of breath, approaching her.

"Yeah, but she needs actual help, Clint. I don't know how long she was in there before I got her out, but she's struggling to breathe. We need to get her to a hospital." Kate said, listening closely to your breathing.

"Kate, you know we can't go to the hospital under these circumstances. It's dangerous." he responded.

"I know. I know the risks, Clint. But, she needs professional help and we can't give her that. So please, help me get her to the hospital." Kate was pleading, tears threatening to gloss over her eyes.

The sounds of sirens could be heard from around the corner, making Clint sigh, "Okay, let's go." he said and they quickly made their way to his car that he parked on the side of the road earlier.

Clint got into the drivers seat while Kate slid into the backseat so that she could still hold you, "See, baby? We're getting you help. You're gonna be okay." she softly spoke to you.

Kate started to take your hand into hers until she noticed the red mark forming on it. She held your hand out to examine your palm, her thumb ever so gently caressing below the burn.

"I've got you now, princess."

When Clint pulled in front of the hospital, they bursted through the emergency room doors, "Can somebody help us, please?" she called out in an urgent manner.

A doctor led her to an empty bed for her to lay you down on, "What's her name? What happened?" he asked.

"Her name is Y/N. There was a fire, and she passed out i'm assuming from the smoke. It took me a few minutes to find her and get her out, but I don't know how long she was in there for before that." Kate quickly explained.

"Alright, let's get her on oxygen and an IV." the doctor ordered his colleagues.

"She's gonna be okay, right?" Kate asked as she moved to your side, holding your non-injured hand.

"We treat cases like this all the time, but I can never promise anything." the doctor answered, "In the meantime, you need to get yourself checked out. Your friend as well."

"Me? No, i'm fine. What—" Kate was interrupted when a nurse started to lead her to a different area.

"Those cuts on your face and burns on your hand say otherwise." the nurse spoke.

She gave up on arguing, not wanting to cause a scene while Clint did the same, leaving the doctors to take care of you.

~~~

"Hey, how you holdin' up?" Clint asked as he pulled back the curtain of the room Kate was sitting in.

It was about an hour later, and Clint was all bandaged up. The nurse suggested that he take it easy for the next few days, but he obviously was not going to listen.

Another nurse had given Kate an oxygen mask. Although she wasn't in the fire for as long as you, they just wanted to be safe.

Both of her hands were wrapped in bandages to allow the burns on her hands to heal from when she was trying to get the bathroom door open.

Kate took the oxygen mask off of her face to speak, "Fine. You?"

"Same." Clint answered.

They sat in silence; Kate stuck in her thoughts, and Clint trying to read her facial expression, "None of this is your fault, you do realize that, right?"

Kate shook her head, looking down, "Yeah, well it sure feels like it."

"Beating yourself up over something you couldn't control isn't going to get you anywhere, trust me it's just gonna eat you up inside. It happened, so all you can do now is move forward." Clint said, giving Kate some of his dad advice.

"I'm the one who pissed them off. It should've been me in there, not her." Kate spoke in a low voice.

"But it wasn't you, it was her. Y/N wouldn’t haven’t wanted it to be you in there either. So right now she needs you to be there for her, not filled with anger and guilt." Clint put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

Kate took a deep breath, "You're right."

"When am I not." he responded, making Kate roll her eyes.

"But when we get out of here I am planning on beating the living shit out of them." Kate said, only half joking.

Clint shook his head with a small smile, "Now we both know going into fight fueled by rage is a recipe for disaster. Believe me when I say I got a pretty good hit on all of them."

Kate lightly chuckled for the first time since all of this happened. She knew that everything Clint had said was true; it always was. But she wouldn't admit that.

Just then, Kates head perked up at the sound of the curtain being pulled back, revealing the doctor from earlier. She immediately sat up straighter, anxious about what she had to say.

"You're here with Y/N, correct?" the doctor asked.

Kate quickly nodded, "Yeah, yes. Is- is she okay? She's okay right?"

"Y/N inhaled an alarming amount of smoke, so we still have her on oxygen to treat that. She also had a minor burn on her left hand that we wrapped up, but she'll be fine and make a full recovery." he informed the two archers.

At those words, they both exhaled a sigh of relief, a weight feeling like it's been lifted off of their shoulders.

"Thank you so much. Is she awake? Can I see her?" Kate questioned.

"She's not awake at the moment, but she should be anytime now. If you follow me i'll take you to her room." the man answered.

Kate glanced at Clint who nodded his head. She stood up and followed the doctor out of the room. After making numerous turns, and walking down multiple long hallways, Kate almost ran into him when he suddenly stopped in front of a door.

"She's right in here. If you need anything just ask or press the red button on the wall." the doctor said, and Kate mumbled a 'thanks' before he disappeared down the corridor.

Kate opened the door, shutting it behind her before dragging a chair over to your bedside and sitting down. She gently took your right hand into her bandaged ones, letting her thumb caress over the back of it.

She gazed down at you; watching the way your chest steadily rises and falls thanks to the nasal catheter in your nose. Your eyelashes tickled your cheeks, and she reached a hand over to brush some stray hairs out of your face before letting it stroke your cheek.

She wanted to talk to you. To say at least something to let you know that she was there, but Kate just couldn't find the words. Luckily, she didn't have to because your hand shifted in hers as a few tiny whimpers escaped from your lips.

"Y/N?"

Your eyes slowly fluttered opened, but immediately shut again at the bright lights in the room. You blinked a few times so that they could adjust to the light before your tired gaze landed on Kate.

She exhaled in relief when your eyes met, "Hey. Hi, babygirl." she cooed, fixing the hospital gown that had started to slip off your shoulder, "You're finally awake. You gave me quiet the scare." she lightly chucked.

Kate noticed how you were slightly squinting when looking at her, "Are the lights too bright, baby? Here, I can turn them down." she said, standing up to dim the lights before quickly returning to your side, "Is that better?" she asked, and you nodded your head.

"Good. How are you feeling?" Kate questioned, grasping your hand in hers once again.

You took in your surrounding; noticing the monitors and machines beside your bed, the IV in your hand, and the window where you could see all of the people walking back and forth through the blinds.

"I'm okay." you answered before furrowing your eyebrow, "What happened? I thought you were taking care of something with Clint."

She took a deep breath, "I was." she started, "We finished the mission, but when I came home, the tracksuits had set the apartment on fire...with you inside. Clint dealt with them while I got you out when I realized you were still inside, and then we brought you here." Kate had to slowly explain since the memory of it all would haunt her forever.

You didn't exactly know what to say as you were just in shock. You didn't really know how everything had happened; you just remembered feeling scared and frantic trying to get out of the bathroom as it filled with smoke.

"I know," Kate said, letting a hand comfortingly stroke you cheek again, "I know it's a lot to take in, but I've got you now." she spoke in a soft, reassuring tone.

As she caressed your face, it felt a little rough on your cheek compared to how soft the skin of her hand normally felt. That's when you noticed you were feeling the white bandages that both of her hands were tightly wrapped in.

You frowned, "What happened to your hands?"

She glanced down at her hands, and then back to you, "I burned them when I was trying to get you out, but it's nothing I can't handle. I'd do it all over again for you."

Your gaze softened as you stared at her until your mouth dropped into a big yawn, making Kate gently smile, "If you're tired, princess, you can go back to sleep. You need to rest while you recover." she said.

"If I do will you cuddle me?" you asked.

She got up from the chair and laid next to you in the small bed. There wasn't a lot of room, but you made it work. It just gave her another reason to hold you closer, "I'll be here the whole time. I won't leave you again, I promise."

You moved into her open arms, resting your head on Kates chest to which she pressed kiss to as you did.

You sat in comfortable silence.

Kate was focused on comforting you by running a hand up and down your back, while you were stuck in your thoughts.

Although you were exhausted, you couldn't help but think back to being trapped in that room with no way out as it filled with smoke, screaming for help just for no one to hear you.

The memory of it was too overwhelming and your eyes started to glaze over, "I was so scared." you whimpered out.

It was so quiet that Kate barely heard you, "I just had to use the bathroom, and then the fire started but I didn't know since the smoke detector didn't go off, and I couldn't get out because there was something blocking the door and then I couldn't breath—"

"Shhh," Kate cut you off, noticing that you were starting to work yourself up and choke on your words. "It's okay, Y/N. You're safe now I promise you. You're not there, anymore. You're here in this moment with me, safe and sound in my arms." she spoke gently, pressing another lingering kiss to your forehead.

"You don't have to tell me about it now. I know you're tired, so get some sleep, baby. I'll still be here when you wake up." she gently assured you.

"You promise?" you asked meekly.

"I promise," Kate responded. "I love you, Y/N." she said.

When Kate got no response back, she looked down at you just to find that you were already fast asleep. Her lips curled into a sympathetic smile, relieved that you were back in her arms, and making a silent promise to you and herself that she'll never let anything happen to you again...also making a mental note to fix the sprinklers and smoke detectors.



[namleeea]

anything for you

Pairing: Mason Mount x Fem!reader

Sumary: You lose your wedding ring and think about how to properly present this news to your husband.

Word count: 1,4K

Author's note: I really appreciate your feedback on my previous works, it means so much to me. I really love writing, and thanks to you, I also get a huge support! Thank you! I hope you enjoy this fic. fluff fluff fluff again:3

•••

You were married for two years and it was the best two years of your life, full of love and support. Mason was amazing, you both valued this marriage and cherished each other. When, after 4 years of a relationship in which you went through all sorts of difficulties together, he knelt down with a ring in his hand, you knew that from now on you are his, and he is yours. The feeling that it is Mason that man who will make you the happiest person turned out to be true. So yes, being Mason Mount’s wife is nothing but a gift from above.

Mason always woke up before you because he had to go to training, but he never missed a chance to soak in bed with you for another 10 minutes before getting up, leaving kisses on your sleepy face, which frowned every time his lips touched the skin.

“Mase?” you muttered sleepily. “M?”

“Don't bother me sleeping” you grumbled just as gloomily, making him laugh. You turned away from him and buried your face in the pillow, filling up your well-deserved hours.

“Well, cruel Lady, I got you” Your husband whispered and finally got out of bed. “Since I'm not appreciated here, then I’m leaving” He said dramatically, leaving the room. “Love u, baby” You mumbled to him and, making sure that he heard (and he did, otherwise he wouldn’t have giggled with such tenderness), went back to sleep.

•••

Finally, you got out of bed only after three hours, immediately heading to the bathroom. You stand in front of the mirror and brush your teeth until your gaze finally falls on the finger on your hand. A finger without a ring. You frantically double-check your hand with the hope that you just imagined it, but no. There is no ring on it. “Fuck” You swear quietly and start looking at all sorts of shelves. There is nothing in the bathroom, as well as in the bedroom. And in a few other rooms that you've had time to inspect up and down in the last half hour. “No no no no no!” Panic gradually rises to the throat. “I couldn't lose it”.

So after two hours of long searching and complete acceptance of your failure, you wearily collapse onto the sofa in the living room and let grief to overcome you. The first thought that popped into your head was to tell Mason about it. You took out your phone, clicked on the desired number and waited for an answer, biting your lips nervously. Why were you so worried? You couldn't answer that question.

“Hey, love” Your husband replies with tenderness in his voice, picking up the phone. “Mase, are you busy right now?” your voice sounds plaintive enough to make him worry. “I am not, I can talk. What's wrong, Y/n? Are you okay?”

“Babe, I'm so sad and ashamed. I lost my ring” Silence for a few seconds seemed to you eternal. “Uuum…that’s fine? I mean it's just a ring, honey. You can find it, or at least you can by new one. What's ring it was?”

“I can’t by new one, Mase” You mustered up the courage to say the following: “It was an wedding ring”.

“…Ow”

“I’m so sorry” You didn’t know exactly why you felt so bad. But you were ashamed to lose something so highly valuable, as if you were careless about it, which, of course, was not true. But there was nothing you could do about that feeling. “Honey...you shouldn't be sorry”.

“I lost my wedding ring, i’m so fucking stupid, how can i lost it?”

“Y/n, love, everything is okay. It's could happen to anyone. Don't blame yourself okay? I love you, it's fine" You felt the tears coming up and a lump squeezing your throat. The way Mason spoke with care and warmth only finished you off even more. “I love you more, Masy”.

“I'll be home in two hours, darling. I will come to give you the strongest hugs and bring you hot chocolate. And then we'll sit down to watch a movie and kiss a lot. You know, I will do everything that all sorts of foolish thoughts do not climb into your lovely head” You smiled when you heard it and once again realized what a treasure you received as a gift from the universe. “Ok, I'm waiting for you”.

•••

You decided to do some cleaning to distract yourself before Mason arrives, but finished quickly enough and proceeded to dinner. While you were standing at the table peeling potatoes, the front door opened, but you were wearing headphones, so you didn’t hear it.

“Y/n!” Mason called you and, having received no answer, followed to the kitchen, where he found you. Mount smiled, mesmerized by you, came up from behind and hugged you, making you jump in surprise. “You scared me!” You put down your headphones and turned your head slightly to receive a welcoming kiss.

“I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to scare you, but you were so beautiful, I couldn't resist hugging you” You giggled into his lips and he pulled you into another gentle kiss. “I'm so glad to see you” You whispered, relaxing in his arms.

“I rushed to you with all my might” He said. You mumbled and leaned your head on his shoulder, allowing Mason to kiss your neck. “And I have a present for you”.

“What? Which present?”

“I didn't want you to be upset about the ring” He said. You squinted incomprehensibly, feeling how resentment for the ridiculous loss grabs you by the throat again. Mason takes something out of his pocket and holds it out in front of you, allowing you to finally see what he was hiding.

Velvet box.

“Don't tell me it's what I think”

“Depending on what you think” Grinned Mount. You glanced at your husband with displeasure and with trembling hands took the box from him, opening it.

Ring. Wedding ring.

Very similar to the one you lost, but not exactly the same.

Tears roll uncontrollably into your eyes and you sob softly before turning in Mason's arms and hiding your face on his chest.

“You are a real dumbass, you know that?”

“Lord, my love, and this is the first thing you say to me after such a gift?”

“I hate you. Why did you buy the ring?” You mumbled tearfully into his shoulder, answering his strong hugs. “Because you are my wife and I want you to wear your wedding ring”.

“But I did not deserve it ... I lost the last one”.

“What a nonsense, honey. Of course you deserve it. So put on this ring so everyone knows we love each other. Or maybe you don’t like the ring?”

“Of course I do. It’s wonderful” You looked at the ring in your hands with admiration. Mason, realizing that you are really pleased with it, took the ring from your hands and put it on your finger with trepidation.

“Every time I do this I get excited like the first time” He said with bright smile. “Maybe you should lose your rings more often? So then I can buy new ones every time and put them on your fingers” You lightly hit him on the shoulder, making him laugh.

“It’s not funny!”

“It is, actually” your husband wraps you in a tight hug, and you melt in his arms, inhaling the scent of his perfume. And in this intimate moment, while you are standing in the kitchen and hugging, the world stops. There is only you and him. And you know that it will be like this for an eternity.

“I love you, Mase” He gently kisses your temple and smiles. “I love you more, Y/n. More than anything”

The ring shines brightly in the light from the chandelier, and you look at it spellbound, gradually getting used to the new one.

“I like it very much, thank you”

“You don’t have to thank me. You know what’s better? Let’s lie down on the couch and turn on some movie”

“I also want ice cream” You mumbled into his neck. He chuckled, picked you up in his arms to carry you to the living room and gently place you on the sofa. “I got you, princess. I'll go get us ice cream and a blanket” He left a kiss on your cheek and went upstairs. You couldn't stop smiling while you waited for him, you sat and looked at the ring with burning eyes and squeaked into the pillow.

“I love you, Mase. I love you more than anything” Your whisper froze in the air and you held your breath, waiting for the soon return of your husband and his warm hugs.

[fakesimp]

"I'm literally right here." With Shxtou

Warning !

Fluff ; Jealous ! Shoto ; Mentions of Vox & Shu ( Once ) ; Established Relationship

A/n : Since I have no idea what to write so, have Shoto. Getting jealous. Of himself.

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You on the bed, scrolling through your phone. Looking through fanarts. Liking any fanarts you see, until you land on a fanart of your beloved demon hunter. Shoto.

You smiled at the fanart and lowly squealed, Shoto who was in the room with you. Looked over at you, confused. "What are you looking at on your phone babe?" He asked as he eyed you that's on your shared bed, "Fanarts.." you replied and looked up at your lover. "Fanart of who?" He asked again, but you just silently stared at him with your cheeky smile.

Making the demon hunter tilt his head, curiously. He then proceeds to come closer at your figure, "Babee?" He called out to you. Making your smile bigger as he approached you, "It's just a fanart Shoto, a fanart of someone." You replied and drop your phone on your side. "Someone who, babee?? Is it Vox? Shu?" He asked once again, before joining you in bed.

You softly chuckled at his question instead of answering, he leaned closer to you and started peppering kisses all over your face. Making you laugh, "Shotoo, it tickles.." as you said so you didn't notice that he slip his hand to your phone to see what is it that you're hiding.

He peeked over at your phone screen revealing his fanart, he blinked and looked at you again. "Really? My fanart?" He asked as he slightly pouts. "Is this the fanart you've been squealing about?" He continued as he stared at you. "Well- there's more.." you said making the male look at you in disbelief, "THERE'S MORE???" He slightly yelled. "WHAT IS IT??" he asked, "Fanfics." You replied shortly.

"Fanfics.."

"Yeah, fanfics."

"Of me?"

You slightly nods and smiled at him, and that smile turned into a smirk. "Why tho." Shoto asked as he sat in front of you staring at your phone screen, "I'm literally Right here." He said as he deadpans.

"Well, you're busy with streams, and I don't wanna disturb you." You explained, and looked away. "Aw.., I'm sorry.." he apologized and engulfed you into his arms, peppering kisses. From your temples to your cheek slowly moving to all over your face, "I'll make it up to you.. so stop reading those, when I'm literally right here." He pouts as he slightly backs away from you a little to see your face.

"Why?"

"Don't ask me why when you know the answer already."

"Oh do I now?"

Your beloved demon hunter sulks but still hugging you despite the fact that he's mad at you, "Aww, is my Shoto getting jealous?" You teased. "Me? Jealous? No.." he said, "Shoto, you're jealous of yourself by this point." You continued and snickered. "I'm not Jealous what are you talking about."

"Shoto, getting jealous? Of himself? Pft-"

"STOP I'M NOT-"

"So cute to see you Jealous of yourself-"

"BABEE-"

©fakesimp

A/n : Shxtou anyone??

Also apologies for the confusion for the tags. (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

And yes, I know Shoto is an Indie Vtuber, not from Nijisanji.

For clarification,

I'm using Nijisanji tags and luxiem is for this writing to be seen by a those who didn't check or follow Shoto's tags.

[moonlight1110]

Warming up to you ♡

Ghost x Reader; College!au fluff miniseries

Tags: VERY quick reads, far from canon Simon, fluff, strangers to lovers?!!!, college!au

PART: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

"Hey, why weren't you in class today? Did something happen?"

Sent 2:03pm

"Sorry I couldn't be in class, feeling sick today :/ I'll make up for it though, I promise"

Sent 2:10pm

"That's not the problem you should be worrying about right now. Do you have medicine or food?"

Sent 2:10pm

"Not much, but I'm making do with some water and a sandwich LOL"

Sent 2:16pm

"Hang tight, I'm on my way"

Sent 2:17pm

You furrow your brows at his last text message, not really understanding what he meant. You lived in an apartment building a few blocks away from your college but you didn't remember telling him that detail when you first met...

The assignment was coming to an end, and your early efforts with working on it were paying off since only some minor parts were left, it gave you some time to breathe in-between the work you were also juggling with other classes.

Thoughts of the assignment were quickly brushed away the moment you heard knocking on your door. "Coming..." Your voice was hoarse as you replied, trying your best to reach the door as quickly as possible.

"Jesus, you look rough" Simon scoffs upon seeing your messy hair and a thick blanket wrapped around your body. "You don't have to say it out loud... Come in" you shoot him a glare as you step aside, allowing him to enter your apartment with a small plastic bag in hand.

"How did you even know I live here... I don't think I've ever told you that information..." You squint at him, waiting for his answer. "You didn't tell me but you've certainly told your friends, I listen" his response was quick, almost like he knew you would ask that question.

"Okay... So what do you have in there?" You pointed to the plastic bag he set down on the coffee table, it looked heavy and you couldn't really figure out the silhouette of the items inside.

"I bought you medicine," he starts, pulling out the items one by one.

Cough medicine, pain killers, flu medicine

"And I bought you some real food, can't have you living off of a sandwich when you're sick" he takes the final item out, it was a meal pack, a good looking one at that.

"Oh, wow— you didn't have to do this..." You replied with a stifled cough as you covered your mouth, walking over to him. "Wanted to" he chuckled, looking over to you with concern in his eyes. He didn't need to say it out loud but you could feel he was worried about you.

You smiled, between the pain that was pulsing in your head and the dryness of your throat, you felt warm and tingly all over from Simon's gesture...

"Now let's get you to bed so you can rest up"

You were surprised at how caring he was being... But bits of his personality were really uncovered throughout the course of working on the assignment with him. A full month of working together and it really seemed like Simon was starting to get out of his shell, but only with you though.

He couldn't deny that you were really growing on him and he was starting to develop a soft spot for you.

You walked into your room, plopping down on the bed with a tired groan as you hugged your blanket close to you. Simon followed shortly after with a glass of water and a capsule in hand.

"Drink this before you lay down"

You nod and drink the medicine as he helped you drink the water, bringing the glass to your lips and tipping it slowly so you wouldn't have a hard time.

"Now move over—" he walked to the other end of your bed, starting to climb up on it. "What...?" You ask, a little dumbfounded as the bed creaked and dipped from his weight. "Move over, I'm gonna help you sleep" he replied ever so nonchalantly as he moved closer to you.

You blink at him, almost convinced he was joking, but his position on the bed said otherwise. "Come here, you need t'rest up" he was holding his arms out, a silent invitation for you to cuddle up to him.

You felt your face burn red as you slowly followed his instructions, laying your head down on the muscle of his arm as you faced his chest. "Y-you don't think this is too much, do you?" You look up at him, Simon could see the blush painted on your cheeks and it made his chest swell with a feeling he knew he was developing for you.

"No, do you?" He retorted, his arms slowly snaking around your back and pulling you closer to him, your chest now flush with his stomach and your head pressed against his chest. "Now shut up and sleep, can't have my partner bailing out on me 'cause of a cold" he closes his eyes but continues to rub your back in soothing circles, making you chuckle at the difference between his words and his actions.

"You'll catch my cold though..."

"I don't catch colds, now sleep"

[crazycurly-77]

Lost in the Jungle - pt. 8

“What did you do in Ecuador?” your boyfriend asked as you all were finally up in the air and on your way home. 

Thankfully the painkillers from Ducky which Jethro gave you were starting to take effect and it was such a great relief that the pain was finally lessening. 

You've been waiting for this question, but unfortunately you couldn't answer it for him, no matter how much you wanted to.

“He must have been going through hell the last few days and hours,” you thought as he looked at you with a worried, relieved, but also questioning look.

You felt guilty because he had to endure such fear of loss because of you and you couldn't even tell him why you were here. Hopefully he would understand this based on his own experiences. You would certainly have trouble with it yourself.

“I'm sorry, but I can't tell you. The mission is classified. But at least it was successful,” you answered as best as you could. 

Gibbs only hung his head, nodded and then mumbled “at least you are back at my side.”

You grabbed his hand and squeezed it. Smiling at him you answered softly “thanks to you.” He locked eyes with you and smiled back. 

He wished very much that he knew what this mission was, but since it's classified there was no chance of knowing. He knew that from his own missions. 

So you both sat in silence, holding hands and followed your own thoughts.

Tim was silent as well. He didn't want to disturb this moment of familiarity and intimacy between you. 

After landing in D.C. you said goodbye to Stan and Olli and then Gibbs, Tim and you were on your way to the hospital. 

Arriving there you were taken to the examination room and Gibbs and Tim had to stay outside during the examination. 

While they were waiting, Gibbs called Tony “DiNozzo. We're back in D.C. We found her and she's being examined in the Bethesda hospital at the moment.”

“Wonderful! I'll tell the others and then come to you,” Tony answered excitedly and Gibbs hung up.

The exam didn't take long, but for your boyfriend and your best friend, it took what felt like an eternity. 

And before long you were brought outside in a wheelchair with your left lower leg in a plaster cast. 

Immediately they came to you “what's up? Everything okay?” 

“Yes,” the doc replied. “She has a few scratches and bruises and a broken leg, but nothing that will not heal given time.

We'll keep her here overnight for observation and you can take her home tomorrow. But the plaster must remain for the next 6 weeks. If you'll excuse me now, I need to check on my other patients. Her room number is 212, if you would be kind enough to take her there.”

Gibbs nodded and drove you to your room. On your way you chatted with Tim the whole time and as the three of you arrived there, both helped you into bed. 

Tim went to get an additional pillow for you, so Jethro and you could talk in private. 

He sat on your bed, held your hand, squeezed it and watched you lovingly. You watched him equally smitten and mumbled full of love “thank you for rescuing me.”

He smiled and answered softly “I would do it again and again, because I don't know what to do without you. But please, don't scare me so much again.”

His heartbroken look made your heart fly out to him. So you sat up, cupped his cheek and kissed him passionately and he immediately responded to you. 

Right in this blissful and intimate moment the door swung open and Jenny, Abby and Ducky walked into the room. Of course Tony walked in first and saw you both kissing. 

Tim ran hurriedly behind them into the room and said apologetically “I'm sorry boss. I tried to stop them.”

Embarrassed, you leaned your head on Gibbs’ chest while he laid his chin on your head frustrated, wrapped you in his arms, sighed because of the interruption and just answered “it's okay, McGee.” 

Everyone was standing in the room, didn't move and didn't say a word, but looked very amazed at you two. 

You just hoped that Tony would once in a lifetime cease to make jokes, but no. That wouldn't be Tony.

Of course, he had to say what everyone was probably thinking “wow, did I see what I think I saw?” he asked the obvious excitedly. 

Your head turned hot red, you looked down at your hands and mumbled shyly “Uhm, yes.”

He leaned on the foot of your bed “so you and our boss?” he wiggled with his eyebrows. 

“Uhm, yeah” you answered grinning. 

Then Gibbs joined the conversation and simply stated warningly “DiNozzo.”

But Tony didn't let up “since when has this been going on between you two?”

Gibbs answered directly, “6 months.”

You were shocked about him blabbing about this and squealed “Jethro!” 

He just looked at you, shrugged his shoulders and reasoned “let them know, they are family.”

Then Tony raised his hands in surrender and said “okay, okay. We just came to say hello and watch how you are doing, Y/N. 

And we have found out what happened. 

More specifically, why you were shot down and by whom.”

(To be continued...in Chapter 9 - the last!!!)

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