#i also like pause before i decide what pronouns i should use for her

[randomminty]

Yeahlow

[champagnefountains]

LUCIFER MAGNE - H.H.

CHAPTER II - Prompt: Lucifer continuing to wear his wedding ring despite being in a relationship with you.

Previous chapter: [x] Word Count: 3.4k+ words (unedited). Genre/other tags: Angst with some fluff. Jealousy. Fem pronouns used. Warnings: Swearing. Self-deprecation. Manipulation (on Alastor's part).

It had been nearly over a week since you and Lucifer last talked – it had also been a week since Lucifer was last seen around in the hotel. Angel, being the gossiper he was, relayed everything that had transpired between you two to the others the following day. Seeing the sensitive and sad shell of a person you were left in, everyone remained cautious and had started walking on eggshells around you. Of course, you were quick to pick up on that, as embarrassing as it all was (minus Alastor, who continued on with his usual theatrics and mischief). 

Charlie in particular was the most concerned out of them all, since this was her dad we were talking about. She knew with certainty that he was confining himself in the castle to distract himself from what happened – likely something involving his rubber-ducky obsession – instead of facing the problem head on. It was his pride that sometimes got in the way of his better judgement.

Not only that, but Charlie clearly saw the massive toll it took on you. If you weren’t distracting yourself with work or doing something related to the hotel, you would lock yourself away in your room, only coming out to quickly grab a bite to eat from the kitchen. Charlie even made efforts to strike many conversations with you from time to time, but was either excused or was only given one-worded responses. She knew not to take your dismissive behaviour to heart, but she couldn’t help but fret over you.  

So it came as an absolute surprise when out of nowhere, Charlie received a call from her father. She messily scrambled for her phone on her desk, fumbling and nearly dropping it in the process before violently tapping on the small screen. “H-Hello?! Dad, hey!” She answers a bit too enthusiastically while nervously combing her hair with a free hand. “Uh, hey Charlie!” Lucifer stiffly greets from the other line, “I just…um, thought I’d give a call to, uh, see how everyone’s going at the hotel!” The Princess noted how much hoarser his voice was than usual, but decided not to comment on it aloud. 

“Well, y’know how it is! It’s been busy and lively as always–everyone’s been working really hard and all,” she answers vaguely, nervously chuckling. “Err, yeah! Right. That’s a–that’s a relief to hear. Yep,” he hums. There was a brief, awkward pause that ensued soon after, the both of them not knowing what to say next. The whole exchange was becoming increasingly painful that Charlie resisted the urge to pull her hair. She then clears her throat. “H-How about you, dad? What’ve you been up to? You’ve been gone for a couple or so days,” Charlie finally musters, “are…are you doing alright?” 

“Me? Oh yeah, psh! I just got, erm…a lot of things going on at the moment. It’s not so easy being the big boss of hell after all! Got a lot of important things to do! Plus, I’ve got heaps of paperwork to do for the hotel. You should know how tedious that is,” He says, adding an exaggerated groan. 

The princess furrows her brows. “Oh, that’s…strange. ’Cause I could’ve sworn you left all the papers here…y’know, the ones you told me to revise over?” Charlie replies, side-eyeing the said documents stacked neatly on her desk. A startled yelp escapes his throat. “O-Oh...did I?” He stammers.

Charlie couldn’t help but wince at the evident panic that began to set in as she listened to her father make incomprehensible noises from the other line. It was a poor attempt in reasoning, which ultimately became useless in the end. Lucifer let out a long sigh, caught red-handed. “Oh, who the hell am I kidding? You guys probably already know what happened–which by the way, Charlie, you shouldn’t be lying to me about!” He pointedly remarks. 

“I-I’m sorry, dad! It’s just…I’m really worried about you,” she reasons, before shortly adding, “...The both of you.” 

There was a small pause. “...How is she, by the way?” He then asks quietly. Charlie nervously tugs her bottom lip with her fangs. “Well, she’s keeping herself busy. Constantly, as a matter of fact. And I know she’s trying hard to convince us all that she’s holding up okay, but…she doesn’t look too good, dad. She seems really upset.”

A shaky exhale sounded from his end. “I…I really am hopeless, aren’t I?” He mumbles defeatedly. Even though she couldn’t see him, she could picture him burying his face in his hands. The image caused Charlie’s eyes to soften. “Dad, no. It’s not too late. You still have a chance to make things right,” Charlie gently encourages through the speaker, “you just need to talk to each other–”

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, a bright, blazing portal manifests from thin air – from it, emerges Lucifer himself who appeared extremely dishevelled, effectively catching Charlie off guard. 

“But, hun, y-you don’t understand! I messed up big time!” He exclaims, tugging on his unkempt hair as he aimlessly paced around her office. “I-I mean, look at me! I’m a fucking mess and a coward! Why would she ever think to take me back after what I did!?” He chuckles humourlessly, shaking his head in disbelief, “I-It’s like no matter how many times I try to redeem and convince myself that everything’s finally going right in my life, I just continue to fuck myself over and over again. And it’s just– ugh! It’s pathetic! I’m fucking pathetic!” 

Charlie’s chest tightened considerably as she watched her father self-destruct before her. Strands of his golden hair were sticking out here and there, his dress-shirt tousled, and his eyes were glossed over and red, from both a lack of sleep and crying. He looked utterly devastated. Chucking her phone away, she immediately sped towards and enveloped Lucifer in her arms, who immediately broke down into heavy sobs. Seeing him like this brought tears to her own eyes, but she firmly told herself to be the stronger person in this situation, for his sake. 

“Hey, hey. Dad, listen to me, okay? Everyone deserves a second chance. You of all people should know–you were the one who taught me that, remember?” Charlie rubbed his back soothingly, trying to ease the jumpiness of his shoulders. “And that also applies to you. I…I know you’ve been through a lot, especially with mum…” She couldn’t help the way her frown deepened as she spoke, “...and I miss her too. I miss her a lot. But…I think it’s finally time for you to move on. It’s been years, dad. You deserve to be happy and you’re allowed to be in love again.” 

“[Name]’s an amazing person, and there’s no doubt about that. She’s proved that more than many times already. I’m certain that once things ease over and you guys finally talk things through, everything will turn out okay; she’s very understanding and kind like that. You’ll both be okay.” Charlie gently pulls Lucifer away and with the sleeve of her blazer, she wipes his damp, reddened cheeks. “I know for a fact that she loves and cares about you deeply – we can all see it as clear as day. You…you love her too, don’t you, dad?” 

For a brief moment’s contemplation, Lucifer suddenly recalled the times you spent together, from your initial meeting to now. He had always thought you were a strong and independent soul, with the way you carried yourself. You just had something about you that naturally drew in those around you, including himself. When Lucifer got to know you in a deeper level, he was enthralled by how kind and understanding you were – you were always there to listen to his many tales and endless nonsense; you would always seem genuinely interested in his rubber-duck-esque inventions, offering some input and critiquing his creations; and you would always be so, so supportive of all his plans and ideas, no matter how extraordinary they all seemed.

If he hadn't known any better, Lucifer would've thought you were an actual angel. You were the saviour that wore off the darkness in troubling times, and the one who pulled him out of the void that Lilith had left him in. That and more, as you continuously gave him a real reason to remain hopeful. You were proof personified, that he was able to open his heart once more, and to love again.

“I-I do, I really do,” Lucifer affirms in a heartbeat. Charlie smiles warmly, relieved by his answer, “then that’s all you need to say.” At that moment, Lucifer's chest swelled in overwhelming pride for his daughter, knowing that despite not being as present in her life until recently, she grew up to be the good and strong-willed person he had hoped for.

“O-Oh, jeez. Since when did you grow up so big? I should be the one comforting you,” He tearfully jokes, sniffling whilst returning her smile, “but thank you, Charlie. Really. I’m…I-I really am grateful to call you my daughter.” The two royalties then shared a heart-felt moment and a bone-crushing hug, with the King's heart being filled with a new-found determination. Because, just as he always says: The show must go on. 

Earlier on:

On the other side of the building, you were drowning yourself in your own self-despair as you overlooked the balcony by the front entrance of the hotel. Your eyes lazily scanned the new hotel patrons below, who were engaging in some trust exercises led by Vaggie, who came in to cover you just moments ago. Every once in a while, you couldn’t help but glance at your phone, silently hoping to receive some sort of notification from Lucifer, or even an inkling of his whereabouts. But you received nothing, which only fuelled your growing anxiety.

You felt awful leaving the way you did that night, especially after dumping so much onto Lucifer. You felt like you were being completely selfish, and had cornered him into making a big decision. And because of that, your relationship was on the line. You let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing angrily at your face.

Little did you know however, that you had some company lurking nearby, watching you in silent amusement. 

“Now, don’t you look as miserable as ever?” Alastor mockingly chimes in, stepping out from the shadows to make his presence known and joins you by the balcony. You roll your eyes at the deer-demon before turning your head the other direction. “Yeah, and what about it?” You scoff, leaning in to rest your arms against the rails, “Can’t you go bother someone else, Alastor? I’m certainly not in the mood right now.”  

“Why, I wouldn’t be a good hotelier if I left a dear co-worker of mine so down in the slumps!” To your dismay, Alastor reappears in front of you, obstructing your field of view, "And might I add, it's not healthy for you to be all cooped up in your room all the time – stay there any longer, and it can do silly, little things to your head!" He emphasises his point as he spins a finger in a circular motion by his temple. You shot him an irritated look, slowly growing fed up by his prodding. 

"Listen, I don't need you telling me what I should and shouldn't do. I’m more than capable of deciding that on my own,” you growl, straightening up to cross your arms firmly against your chest. “Hm...no, I don’t think so!” Alastor hums, shaking his head disapprovingly, “The unfortunate affair that took place in your courtship with the King has left you in such a vulnerable, and problematic state. And I’m sure you’ve taken note of how everyone’s been acting around you – constantly walking on their tiptoes in fear of setting you off on a hissy-fit. You’ve caused them to worry a lot about you, dear. Poor ol’ Charlie, especially.” 

You open your mouth to retort back, but nothing came out. A strong pang of guilt struck you as his words began to sink in. Seeing this, Alastor’s grin widened a faction as he stepped forward and levelled himself with you, now facing you eye-to-eye. “And as the executive producer of this fine establishment, might I critique that your behaviour is affecting our team’s morale and performance…and we mustn’t have that now, should we? Especially not since we’ve all been more preoccupied recently with our guests!” He…had a fair point, as much as you didn’t want to admit it.

“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t…know…” Your voice began to trail off, shoulders slumping in realisation of how selfish and contemptuous you’ve been acting this whole week. You recalled the fretful expressions of your friends and your dismissive attitude towards them. “I-I didn’t mean to make everyone worry…” you quietly say. Alastor’s words only made you feel immensely worse about the whole situation, leaving you sniffling on the spot. 

“Now, now. As long as you realise your mistakes, then you shall be forgiven,” he coos, softly patting the tuft of your head. At that, you couldn’t help but send a doubtful glance his way. “W-wait a minute…why do you care all of a sudden? What exactly are you playing at?” You suspiciously question as you rub at your eyes. 

“Oh, how you wound me, dear! Why must you always question any act of kindness I display? Is it really that hard to believe?” He adverts, evidently feigning hurt. You deadpan. “Yes, it is,” you reply almost instantly. Alastor chortles at your bluntness, “Haha! You’re quite a work of art, aren't you, dear? Now, let’s go out for a walk, shall we?” 

Before you could’ve processed what he had said, Alastor had already spun you around, pulling you with him as you both headed down a flight of stairs. “Wha–Alastor, where are we–where the heck are you taking me?” You asked, trying to keep up with his long strides so as to not trip down the stairs. “Hm? Did I not already specify? It looks like your brooding has impacted your hearing, dear. That’s a shame,” he slyly comments, now dragging you towards the entrance, “We’re both going for a walk around town, it’ll help clear that cloudy head of yours!” 

“Hold on-Stop! Just what makes you think I’d agree to go out with you?” You shoot back, retracting your arm from his hold and stopping metres behind him. Alastor sharply turns around and pulls out a wrinkled, yellow piece of paper out of thin air. Your eyes dart towards the sheet, seeing a familiar hand-writing across the page. 

“Why, I just knew you were going to question me – you're so predictable. But might I add, we’re not going out without purpose! No, no! Our lovely Charlie has composed a list and requested we fetch a couple items in town!” Stepping forward, you swiftly snatched the paper from his clawed hand and briefly scanned the list, noting that it largely consisted of decorations and party items. “She wanted to organise a heart-warming celebration for the wayward souls here who have accomplished some milestones on their journey to redemption! An anniversary ceremony of sorts, if you will,” Alastor explains, lightly patting the non-existing dust off of his suit.

“But couldn’t you just…I don’t know, teleport the things here?” You blatantly ask, raising a brow at him. You knew he was more than capable of doing such minuscule tasks within a span of seconds. “And waste such a beautiful day outside? Now, why would I even consider doing that?” Alastor states matter-of-factly, “And like I said, the short trip will help clear your troubled mind! Consider it a gesture of compassion from yours truly.” 

There was clearly something off about all this but you couldn’t see any reason for an ulterior motive. It was just…simply a manager looking out for the well-being of his work-colleagues, as uncharacteristic and off-putting as it sounded out loud. Already exhausted, you couldn’t bring it in yourself to question his actions any further.

“You’re really not going to take ‘no’ for an answer, are you?” You ask. Seeing the way Alastor’s grin widened had you sighing in defeat. “Shall we then?” Alastor questions, offering an arm out to you. Rolling your eyes, you loop one of your arms through and follow him out the hotel. ‘A small walk wouldn’t hurt…’ you think to yourself as the doors shut behind you. 

Currently:

Lucifer tiredly dragged himself to his designated room in the hotel, to rest for a while and take a much needed bath as per Charlie’s advice. He gave himself a lengthy pep-talk in front of the mirror as he brushed his teeth, deciding to approach you tonight to finally talk and clear things out. Yes, he was absolutely terrified about the possibility of things going south during the confrontation, but he didn’t think he could handle another second being without you. And he needed to make that loud and clear. 

After putting on an outfit and neatly slicking his hair back, Lucifer looked at his reflection once more in the bedside mirror, inspecting himself up and down to flatten any remaining creases of his clothing. But it wasn't until his gaze landed on his left hand that he tensed up. Peering down, he brought his hand into view to inspect the very wedding band that caused it all. With a shaky sigh, Lucifer slowly pulled the ring off of his finger. He took a moment to examine it, eyes filled with sentiment before kneeling down to open his bedside drawer, where its designated ring-box sat. The moment he encased the ring in its box and locked it away in his drawer, it felt like a breath of fresh air. To his own surprise, Lucifer found himself tearfully laughing – he felt...genuinely happy. Proud, even. It was at this very moment that he felt like he was finally ready to move forward.

After patting the stray tears away from his face, Lucifer slowly made his way down to the front lobby. There, Charlie and Vaggie were talking amongst themselves by the lounge area, whilst Angel and Cherri chuckled away by the bar, with Husk tending to their beverages. The King didn’t give an inkling of care as to where Alastor had gone, and he was certain that Nifty was hiding somewhere in the small crevices of the hotel, cleaning away. All in all, there was no sight of you whatsoever, visibly disappointing him. 

Seeing his approaching form, Charlie waved his father over towards them. “Hey, dad. Are you feeling a bit better now?” She asks with a comforting smile. “Yeah, totally. Thanks, dear,” he says, patting her shoulder affectionately before turning his attention towards her partner. “Hey! How’s it going, Maggie? I’ve heard you’ve been working real hard lately, huh? Good on yah!” He commends, playfully nudging the said demon. “Oh, um…it’s–it’s Vaggie, sir. And uh, thanks,” she nervously chuckles, rubbing her arm. “Mhm, yeah…that’s–that’s great,” Lucifer distractedly hums, all the while scanning around the room. Noticing this, Vaggie shared a worried look with Charlie. 

“Erm, dad, she’s not here at the moment if that’s what you’re wondering,” Charlie starts, alerting her father. “Oh? Well, is she up in one of the guest rooms?” Lucifer asked, gesturing upstairs with a thumb. To his confusion, Charlie appeared somewhat nervous, her hands fidgeting with her suit. “Uh, no, she’s actually not in the hotel at the moment,” Vaggie steps in, “she’s been out doing a couple of errands for us.” Lucifer raised a brow at the slight edginess in her tone, eyes darting back and forth between the two girls. “...Um, alright. What the heck is going on right now?" He asks, pointing an accusatory finger at them both, "You guys are acting sketchy as fuck. Are you...are you guys hiding something from me?" He narrows his eyes. Charlie sucks in a breath, brows pinching together, “Well...dad, t-the thing is–” 

“She’s out with Smiles right now!” Angel suddenly intervened, calling out from the other side of the room, and causing Charlie to cower and duck behind Vaggie. Lucifer felt his shoulders grow rigid. “She’s…what now?” He dangerously asks, glaring at the arachnid. Before Lucifer trudged towards the direction of the bar, the front doors of the hotel abruptly flew open. He felt the vein in his neck nearly burst at the sound of your laughter interlacing itself with that god-awful, irritating radio feedback. What a wild coincidence.

As Lucifer turned around, his eyes nearly flew out of his head as he saw how close you were with Alastor, arms basically locked together. The radio-demon was quick to meet eyes with the King, and out of spite, Alastor flashed him the biggest shit-eating grin he's ever seen.

“Oh, fuck no!”

Chapter III - Finale [x]

Thank you for reading!

[silencesscreams]

i can see you

james potter x best friends sister!reader (smut)

summary: james develops a strange feeling for sirius’ sister (reader) when she comes to london once her job required her to move. he first off thought she was a shitty person, an awful one with an awfully pretty face. so when sirius offers for her to stay in their loft until she finds an apartment, he decides he’s going to make her want to get out of there as fast as possible, until he wants her to stay more than anything in this whole world.

a/n: omg im so sorry this took so long, i tried my best w this one. also, english isn’t my first language so sorry for any mistakes. inspired by i can see you - taylor swift

warnings: mdni. smut with plot, afab!reader, use of she/her pronouns in reference to reader, use of y/n (I AM SORRY), afab!reader, being shorter than james, muggle & modern day!au, chef!peter, ships included (dorlene, marylily, wolfstar), swearing, cuddling, mentions of alcohol and drinking, a lot of physical touch, kind of public??, kissing, praise, v soft dom!james, fingering, oral (m receiving), light choking, size kink??, penetration, unprotected (don’t do this please), overstimulation

for the past two years, you started to have weekly calls with your brother, to update him on your life and know what’s happening on his.

you got transferred to london because of your job, you couldn’t find any apartments online and you were supposed to move the other week, being really desperate you told him about it, hoping he knew a real estate agent or something like that, but you were incredibly caught by surprise with his answer.

“thats such nonsense, you should just stay in my empty room until you find another place.” sirius said, his phone on speaker as he made a sandwich in the kitchen. james eyed him with a confused look on his face, but sirius decided to ignore it.

“really?” you ask, hopeful, you really could take a break from looking for apartments.

“of course. i mean, remus has practically moved into my room, so we just need to take some stuff of his out, but yeah, its no big deal.” james couldn’t help but look at him like he was crazy, remus’ room was right next to his, hell, remus’ room had a bathroom adjoined to his. james was starting to feel faint.

as soon as sirius got off the phone with you, he started blabbing.

“what the fuck, sirius?!” james said loudly, sirius sighed, putting his sandwich harshly on the plate.

“what now? i’m really just trying to eat here”

“your sister? really?” he looked like he was about to faint.

“she’ll pitch in on the rent, don’t worry about that” your brother tried to get him calm.

“oh please, i dont care about that! you know how i feel about sharing spaces” he was getting stressed, he couldn’t help it. “and you know how i feel about your family, i have been telling you to be more careful these past years but you don’t listen at all!”

it really had to be remus’s room? couldn’t peter just switch rooms and lend her his instead?

“she’s not like my parents, and neither is regulus, they didn’t do anything” sirius paused, “do your best friend a favor, will you?” and he knew he was going to.

“she’s not messy or nosy or anything like that, right?” james asked, giving into it fully.

“please, shes a cleaning freak, she’s worse than my mother” he paused. “that’s an exaggeration but she’s not messy at all, i swear. you wont even notice she’s around.” james doubted that, but he knew how much sirius missed his siblings, and he knew how fond sirius was of you.

james swore to himself he was going to get you to leave either way, he didn’t want you there and he didn’t care if he had to pay more rent because of it. he didn’t like you, he never did. even in school, before the whole sirius moving out thing, he felt weird around you. and he remembered that feeling very well, even if it was many years before, he didn’t feel like he could forget.

-

your moving truck arrived at the building a few hours before you, but when you got there, sirius had already arranged your furniture, which did make you a bit emotional. he had even bought a toothbrush, carefully arranging it in the right side of the cabinet, the side that pointed towards the door of the bathroom that led to your room.

the boys came to pick you up at the train station, you recognized them from sirius’ social media. they were everywhere.

you were extremely confused on why all of them had come and pick you up, you were hoping to see your brother standing awkwardly, instead he was there with all of his roommates. you felt like you were a teenage girl again, trying to talk to your brother during lunch, but his friends were always around.

you recognized remus from the photos he sent you, and peter was always on the background of your calls with him baking something.

and then there was james.

james potter. you didn’t know how to feel about him anymore. when your brother first introduced you, you found him attractive, but then you hated him.

when your brother ran away to his home you couldn’t help but hate him.

sure, your house wasn’t the best place in the world, but he took away your older brother, how were you supposed to feel?

as time passed you started to tolerate his presence. now you really don’t care about him, but he sure looked better than he usually did many years before.

-

you felt like you could kill him.

after living with james for a month you found him obnoxious, rude, annoying and a few other things you were too lazy to mention.

but the thing you hated the most was how invasive he could be.

you barged into his room, he was laying there, crumbs all over his red shirt.

"you should learn how to knock" he rolled his eyes when he said it, your brows furrowed.

"you ate my brownies." you had baked a few because it was bring your kid to work day and you were in charge of the snacks.

“they were really good, i thought peter made them” james paused. “he runs a restaurant downtown, you know, he’s always baking and-“

“i’m gonna have to make a whole new batch. you ate like ten of them.” you were about to get a really bad headache depending on his answer.

“i told you, they were really good.”

if you were in a cartoon you would’ve turn red and there would be smoke coming out of your nostrils and your ears. you had no comment.

you hated when he did that, just compliment you so you couldn’t really hate him that much anymore.

he used your shampoo, but it smelled really nice.

he ate your leftovers, but you really know how to order chinese food.

he even wore one of your biggest shirts you bought when you were in college because you were too lazy to buy pijamas and suddenly that shirt was really nice, because, sure, james potter actually listened to avril lavigne.

he even shrunk one of your favorite sundresses, you almost cried that day and he never even apologized.

the list went on and on, and somehow, every compliment of his sounded like he was taunting you, making fun of you right in front of your face and all you could ever do was thank him.

maybe that’s just how you were, polite no matter what. but you sure didn’t want to be polite to james that day.

“no, you don’t get to do that” you felt like you were being crazy.

“what do you mean?” he chuckled. he so did not chuckle.

“you don’t get to compliment me! that doesn’t bring my brownies back!” the word brownie sure sounded stupid in that moment.

“i’ll bake more for you, but they’ll suck, you know that” he actually sat on the bed to argue, how kind of him.

“the kids will probably die if they eat your brownies.”

“you’re feeding children? where do you even work?” he looked so confused and you kept getting angrier.

“do i really look like the kind of person who would eat a hundred billion thousand brownies? god, james, why can’t you just not touch my shit?”

“that’s not even a real number and there were a lot of them! i thought it wouldn’t make a difference!”

“it wouldn’t, if you had eaten one or two, but you ate half of them!”

“oh please, lets put it to a maximum of 25%, alright?” you felt like you were going absolutely insane. he was probably going to get you in a mental hospital and you’d be walking around, looking half dead, murmuring ‘brownies brownies brownies, i want my brownies back’.

you decided to just give up, slamming the door the hardest you could while heading out.

-

as halloween came around, the bickering with james stopped, you didn’t quite know if it was because of the season or you just got used to each other, but you didn’t mind it much. he could be very exhausting when upset, and you were sure you could too.

you loved fall, maybe it was that you were in a great mood. pumpkin flavored stuff, candles and everything else included.

on the day before halloween, you woke up early, you had to go apartment hunting and once you got back you would try and help peter make deserts. even though your ghost shaped cookies look like very sick jellyfish, you wanted to help. it was the most you could do, you weren’t paying rent, sirius wouldn’t let you. and they were going to throw a party on the next day so you wanted to help them get everything settled.

when you got home you were so incredibly tired, you had spent all day out and it was already 9pm. you had to walk so much you felt like you were your feet would fall off because they were used more on that day than they were your entire life. you were more upset you didn’t get to help with the food though, the pain didn’t really matter that much compared to that.

you just wanted to lay on your bed, put your feet up and-

giggles.

there were giggles coming from your room.

and then you remembered it, the neighbors, a few girls that went to the same school as you and were very good friends with your brother were staying over. a big slumber party of some sort, you and james were sleeping in the living room, because, of course, the four girls formed two couples and they would sleep together separately. no actual bed for you tonight! you really liked them though, so you couldn’t complain.

you knocked on the door to your own room and marlene opened it, cheeks flushed, and you could see dorcas on your bed, doing something on her phone.

“hi, lene” you decided to call her that because sirius called her that, it was cute. “sorry for bothering you both, i just wanted to get my pillow, my blanket and change real quick”

“oh sure, come in” she opened the door and you went straight for the drawer under the bed, grabbing a light green heavy one, you usually used that on winter but it was a cold night and you didn’t really want to bother them by taking your usual one from off the bed.

you never changed clothes so fast, tossing them in the laundry bin along with a shit ton of james’ shirts that were on his side of the sink.

“thank you, have a nice night”

you sighed while going to the living room, to find james sitting on the armchair, shirtless and wearing sweatpants, drinking a beer and watching that 70s show (again). you decided to ignore how good he looked and just get some rest because you really didn’t want go think about james in that moment, or ever as a matter of fact.

you lay down on the couch and throw the blanket over your head.

“you know what bums me out about this show?” james says abruptly, like you would really like to know. you grunt, waiting for his answer. “they really didn’t know when to stop it, its only good until what? season-“

“james, im really tired, i just wanna get some rest, please” you get out from under the covers to say that, so he ignores it fully.

“how did apartment hunting go?” he asks, pausing the episode and asking alexa to turn on some playlist with songs a sad dad would listen to.

“shitty, theres not one good place up for rent in this city, its actually sick”

“yeah, thats tough” he pauses for a brief moment “come here” he said, patting his knee. was he asking you to sit on his lap? was he going fucking crazy?

“i’m sorry, what?” you were so confused, since when was he like that to you?

“get up, sit here with me a little.” were you dreaming? was this one of those weird wet dreams you had in high school?

“james, i’m really tired, my back hurts and i really want to lay-“

“i’ll give you a massage, it’s whatever” he answered, a sad puppy look on his face.

you gave in. you walked over to him and sat on the arm of the chair, but he pulled you onto his lap.

“i need to be close to you, if i’m not it’s really awkward and uncomfortable.” some song you didn’t know was playing.

it was slow and sounded old, you didn’t recognize it.

“james come on, im really tired.” you say, smiling though, you didn’t know why he was doing this. he must’ve had an awfully good day.

“just for a bit.” why were his hands on your waist? why were you nervous. you nodded, you felt that if you opened your mouth to speak, nothing would come out.

you could feel his breathing on your neck, his hands roaming your waist as he lead them up to your shoulders.

his hands were on the low of your back, under your shirt. that was certainly new, and that was really not a massage, but you weren’t complaining.

you looked back at him, wide eyed, what was he doing?

once you turned your face to look at him, you couldn’t look away anymore.

maybe it was how nice he looked in the paused lighting of the tv, maybe it was how warm he felt, when the weather was so chilly recently, whatever it was, it hooked you.

he was looking straight into your eyes and you felt so open to him, it was weird to see him like this.

you felt like you were back in school being head over heels for your brother's best friend.

you heard keys jingling outside, so you stepped away, leaving him sat by himself wondering what he did wrong. sirius opened the door abruptly, scaring james, who looked at him confused.

“sorry, mate, the door was … hey! is that my instrumental playlist?” james turned a bit pink.

“yeah, I was just...” he looked at you. “forget it.” he turned it off. you were pretending to be unbothered, looking at something your phone.

you couldn’t quite wrap your mind around what had just happened.

you unfolded the sofa into a bed, getting comfortable on the right side, but then you felt his eyes back on you as sirius went into his own room.

“oh, sorry. do you want the couch? i can sleep on the chair, i don’t really-“

“we can share. don’t worry about it.” you nod at his comment. what had gotten into him? he turned off the lights, leaving the tv on. you were trying to calm down, sleeping in the same place as him, being nervous about it was so silly, but, still, you could feel your heartbeat.

“you wanna pick something?” he interrupted your thoughts, you didn’t want to watch anything. you wanted it to be over as soon as possible.

“no, you can just go back to your thing, i don’t mind it.” you answered. he laid down by your side.

fuck.

you were going to share the damn blanket.

he unpaused the tv, putting the remote on the right arm of the couch, that was your side. his arm went over you, he wrapped his arm around your waist once he went back to his side, though half of it was empty.

was he trying to spoon you? you could feel yourself getting nervous, your body starting to feel hot.

you (stupidly) decided to test his actual intentions with that, turning to your side to see if he’d pull you in, he quickly did.

you could have died right there.

he had never even hugged you before, was he really horny or something? and so you felt it.

‘oh my god.’ you thought to yourself repeatedly.

you felt his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him, which was basically impossible with your ass already glued to his crotch.

you ended up sleeping like that, waking up in the morning to the ‘are you still watching?’ screen.

the day was fine, and you found out you and James had a lot in common, you ended up talking the entire evening, he spent the whole party next to you.

you slept in separate rooms at night, but you still spent a while with him in his room talking about all sorts of things. you never imagined how you and james could be alike. you never imagined how could be so sweet, funny and nice.

after the fall holidays you and james became closer and closer, when labor day came up you realized how much you liked him and when thanksgiving came around, you realized how you might actually be falling for him.

he didn’t help with that at all. he was always touching you, you even ended up cuddling when you would watch some awful movie in his room.

you never really got if he liked you as a friend or he wanted something more, until christmas.

you carefully placed your gifts under the tree on christmas eve, so in the morning when you saw a little box with your name on it, you were incredibly excited.

everyone was sat on the living room floor, opening gifts. in the little box was an envelope and it was from all of the guys. there was something written in the paper inside but you didn’t want read it in the moment.

“thanks” you smiled, but you didn’t quite know what it meant.

“we all talked and we want you to put your name on the lease.” sirius said quickly, looking at you anxiously.

“like, actually?” you ask, starting to feel extremely happy because you loved living with them.

“yeah” remus answered, smiling.

“thanks, i really appreciate it.” you couldn’t stop smiling, it felt great to know they wanted you there. james, who was sat next to you, gave you a one arm hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“so you’re gonna let me pay rent now?” you ask to your brother, smiling.

“i guess so.” he replied. you knew he was happy too. “gonna get you an actual gift though”

they were planning a big christmas party, they invited some people from work, the girls and some other people you didn’t really know, so you were expecting to spend the night with james. you went all out, put on your favorite red dress which was short but still fancy for the event.

once you were ready, half of the party was already there, including all of james’ coworkers and friends. you sat next to him on the couch, they were all there all talking about something from his work you didn’t really understand.

they were all dressed up too, but what shocked you the most was that james was wearing a suit, sure, his necktie was already loose and the buttons on his shirt too, but he looked amazing.

“can i stay with you fot the rest of the night? i don’t really know anyone here.” you whispered into his ear, nervous about the answer.

“sure” he nodded. “hey, henry” he called for his coworker that was sitting on the couches arm.

“yeah?” the guy answered.

“this is y/n, the friend i was telling you about the other day.” james gestures to you. you can’t help but smile awkwardly and wonder what he said about you.

“oh, hi! pleasure to meet you.” he got up from his chair and shook your hand, smiling at james and nodding. what did that mean?

“pleasure to meet you too.” you smile at him.

“i’m just gonna get some drinks, i’ll ill be right back. do you want something?” james asked you.

“just a soda.” he gets up and heads to the kitchen.

“so, tell me, how are your brownies?” henry jokes, you look at him confused.

“good, i guess, but thats a biased opinion.” you answer, curious on how he knew about your brownies.

“you know, james talks about you all the time.” he comments, you were sure he already had a few drinks.

“really? what does he say?”

“when you first moved in he hated you, you know? he always said it was fun to make you mad and all. but since october he’s been so nice when he talks about you, i personally think he fancies you, but i wouldn’t know. i don’t think he’d tell me if he did, specially because you’re his friends sister and all.” he was rambling but you really enjoyed the part he said about james seeing you as more than a friend, you enjoyed it so much you didn’t even pay attention to what he said after that.

“i doubt it, we just turned into good friends, that’s all.”

“nah, i think he wants to make you into something else.” henry might’ve just made your entire night with that phrase. you couldn’t hide your smile anymore.

“here’s your soda, a beer for you, henry” james handed the drinks and took a sip of his coke. you sat next to him, holding your soda in both of your hands, looking down at it nervously. “did something happen?” he asked you.

“no, just thinking ‘bout something” you answer, looking into his eyes now. he smiles, wrapping his arm around your waist. that makes you so flustered, you feel your entire body getting warmer and that’s just the start of it.

for the rest of the night, he stayed by your side. his hand resting on your waist, thigh, around your shoulders, wherever he wanted them. you could feel your heart beating in your chest for most of the time. he had never done that before, not in public and surely not like that, not in a sexual manner, at least that’s how you identified it, because one thing was a friendly touch, the other was what he was doing.

he made you feel needy, aching for more - he was making you want him.

did he notice? did he ever even perceive how he made you feel? how could he not?

goosebumps covered you once he grazed your thigh for the first time out of five, the fifth was when he finally let his hand stay put there.

it made you feel crazy, it really did.

you didn’t know if he meant it as you took it, but you really hoped he did.

the party was still going around 1am, james had disappeared and you were left sitting on the couch, waiting for him to come back.

you couldn’t stop thinking about him and it made you feel kind of silly. you were a bit disappointed that nothing happened but you sort of expected it. you knew nothing would actually occur, but still, it made you a bit sad. maybe the touch lead you on, but it-

you looked at your phone once it vibrated and you felt the absolute need to scream because of how excited the text made you, but you didn’t.

‘James: come to my room once you read this, please.’

you didn’t think much of it, though you would’ve come if he just asked you to like he normally did.

you finished your drink and knocked on his door. he opened it but didn’t look at you, his eyes were focused on your knees, he looked nervous.he was still wearing his pants and the dress shirt, except it was unbuttoned. shit.

“y/n?” he was looking at you now.

fuck.

“yeah?”

“you look really good tonight.”

“i clean up nice sometimes.” you smile.

“oh please, you always look good” he turned a bit pink once he said it. “and thats a really nice dress” his voice was low when he said it, was he actually hitting on you?

“thank you” you whispered, you couldn’t help but feel anxious as his body got closer to yours.

“you know, i’ve been thinking about something for a while now” he says. you could feel your stomach start to twist and turn because you were so anxious on what he was doing next. you hummed, making sure he would continue what he was saying, but he didn’t.

he just kissed you like it was the easiest thing in the world. he pulled you into his room and closed the door, locking it quickly.

the feeling of his lips on yours was something you craved for a while now, you needed it so much you started to wonder if it was normal for you to need something this much.

you couldn’t stop once it started. his hands were on your hips and you tugged onto his hair desperately.

kissing him is redefining the whole concept of kissing to you, and probably ruining every other sexual experience you could have for the rest of your life.

he pushed you into the door, his hands now on your ass.

“shit” he let out quickly as he stopped kissing you so roughly and started giving you quick pecks. “you have no idea for how long i wanted to do this.” you hummed. “you’re so fucking hot, it makes me crazy.” the praise was making your stomach twist again, a wet spot being formed between your legs.

he carried you with your legs around his body and took you to his bed. the same bed you have used to lay down to watch movies, to just gossip or discuss things, to do whatever.

he sat down and kept you on his lap, straddling him, but you needed more. as he kissed you roughly and messily you would casually rock your hips, causing friction. after you did that a few times he laid you down on the bed, telling you to stop being such a tease, he got on top of you, supporting himself with his knees, one of them between your legs, causing friction and making you more aroused.

when he started playing with the strings that held the dress together, you knew you were done for, so you let him undo the bow, kissing your neck. he was messy, sometimes he would bite and it would send bolts of electricity down your spine.

“james…” you let out as he bit you again.

“tell me” he said, trailing his kisses down to your clavicle. “can i take this off too?” he asked, playing with your bra. you nodded but he didn’t move an inch.

“i need to hear you say it. can i take this off?” he was such a fucking tease, it made you go crazy. he loved to hear your voice, he knew you wanted him to take it off, he just liked to hear you say it.

“yes, please” you struggled to hold in a moan once he started sucking on your neck.

“thank you” he answered, looking back to the hickey he gave you. “hmm, that’s gonna leave a mark, sorry baby” baby? he had never called you that, you hummed as he took off his collared shirt and then proceeded to take off your bra . he groaned at the sight of you, which drove you mad. his growing bulge was exposed.

he was big.

you immediately regretted every single time you had made a small dick joke (sure, there were only 2 times but they did happen).

he was on his knees, towering over you.

“you’re so pretty”, he leaned down to kiss you again, this time more eager than ever. his right hand cupped your jaw as his left one roamed your body, making you ache for more and more. “i really wanna touch you” he whispered and went back to kissing you, his left hand now between your thighs, waiting for permission to move.

“please” you whisper, stopping the kiss briefly. he kept on kissing you as he stimulated you through the fabric of your underwear, but that didn't happen for long, specially because of how wet it was, he needed to touch you, he couldn't help himself. the dress was so hiked up it looked like a shirt, but instead of helping you take it off, he pulled it down a bit, so he had access to your chest. he immediately started kissing around your left tit, making you go absolutely insane. and that combined with the sudden touch to your clit? yeah, you were getting fucked up that night.

he was better than anyone had ever been to you. sucking in your nipple and fingering you slowly, he was making you go crazy, needing him more.

he stopped sucking on your nipple and went back to your neck, his hand not stopping at all. the right one went to cover your mouth as you moaned.

“be quiet, hm? want everyone to listen? don’t wanna stuff that pretty mouth of yours too” his non dominant hand went to your neck, choking you lightly as his other one fucked into you. you were so close to cumming, with his thumb stimulating your clit as his other fingers went in and out of you, he knew that you were close, specially with the way your pussy was tightening around him. “so fucking tight, aren’t you? can’t imagine how you’re gonna feel around my cock” he stopped and took his fingers out, making you whine, missing the feeling of him.

“jameees” you moan, finding the courage in you to pull him in, giving him a kiss.

“take it off”

“what?” you’re confused.

“the dress, i really wanna fuck you in it but i don’t wanna ruin it.” he lets out. “take it off” he sounded like he was ordering you, and you loved it so much, you wanted to give something back to him.

“i will, but can i suck you off first?” you ask, looking at him doe eyed, and how could he say no?

“you really want to?” he asks, furrowed brows, you nod, quickly getting on your knees as he unbuckles his belt, throwing it on the carpet. he got up and pulled his pants down, staying just in his boxers, he climbed back into bed with you, kissing you sweetly.

you were on your knees in front of him, pulling his cock out of his underwear, stroking it lightly then kissing the tip. you take him in your mouth, using your hands to stroke what couldn’t fit, which, frankly, was about a bigger portion of it. he was the biggest you ever had.

“fuck” he groaned at the movements you were making, using his left hand to get strands of hair out of your face, as his right one supported him on the bed. he was trying not to thrust into your mouth but you were making it so hard. “your mouth was made for me, baby” he whispered, looking into your eyes. his free hand went to your neck, choking you just a bit, as your head bobbed up and down, taking as much as possible.

“so good, your mouth feels so goddamn good honey” he groaned as he finished the sentence and you used your non dominant hand to cup his balls. he was moaning a bit and it was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen or heard, though you were sure you would see hotter things that same night. he started thrusting lightly, he couldn’t help himself, specially with how good your mouth made him feel.

“stop” he ordered you, and so you did, a pop sound being made as you stopped sucking and looked up at him.

“did i do something wrong?” you ask, brows furrowed. his hand hasn’t left your neck, and so he pulls you in by it. his tongue went straight in your mouth, he needed to taste him on your lips.

“i wanna fuck you” he said, looking into your eyes, waiting for any kind of response.

“yes. please do” you quickly say, kissing him quickly.

“the dress” he remembers and you quickly take it off, not stopping the staring for a second.

“want you down on all fours” he says, getting on his knees. you do as he commands, getting in an arch position as he’s on his knees behind you. he can see that you still haven’t taken off your underwear, he bites on your ass cheek and then pulls it down with his teeth.

“you don’t mind if i keep this, don’t you?” he asks, helping you take it off fully. “it’s already ruined”

“it’s yours” you look back at him, he’s smirking like the devil. he throws your underwear into his bedside drawer.

“gotta keep it safe” he whispers. you can feel his bulge through his boxers as he leans in to kiss your neck, you whine, needing him more.

“patience, i’m gonna give it to you, sweetheart” his right hand gave your ass a smack. “up” he said, signaling for you to arch your back even more. as you do so, he groans, pressing his covered member against your wet cunt.

“you’re so pretty like this, all for me?” he asked, using his hand to play with your clit.

“y-yes, all yours” you said, trying not to whine mid sentence.

“good girl. mine” he gave your shoulder a quick peck. “gonna put it in now, okay? tell me if you wanna stop” he took his dick from out of his boxers and pumped it a few times. you could’ve fainted once you felt his tip lined up to your entrance.

he went in slowly, he was way to big for you. every time you thought he was done, there would still be more of him left.

“jaaames” you would whine

“just a bit left; don’t worry, princess” once he was fully inside of you, you felt amazing, like you were in heaven. “you’re so fucking tight, ‘feels so good” he said, trying to to groan, his voice was raspy.

if took a few thrusts for you to get used to his size, but as soon as he picked up a pace, you were a mess. you couldn’t hold in your sounds, the way he was stimulating your clit was absolutely killing you.

“be fucking quiet” he demanded with a groan, “you want everyone to know who you belong to, huh?” he didn’t stop, he just went quicker as a matter of fact.

“fuck!” you squealed as he pinched your clit, his thrusts began to be more rough, you couldn’t even focus. you’re eyes kept rolling back, your mind was fully blank and the only thing that was coming out of your mouth in that moment was a mixture of james, fuck, shit and a few other curse words.

you were in ecstasy.

“you like this, don’t you?” he was grunting lowly in between every few thrusts. you were so close, you felt your high coming to you, the way he was fucking you was not helping with you trying to hold it.

“james ohmygod james, im gonna cum” you say, trying not to stumble over your words.

“ask nicely and i’ll let you” he said, stopping the stimulation on your clit and thrusting harder. he was close too, the way your tight pussy would clench around him was making him go insane.

“please let me cum, james. need it so bad” you blurted out in between whining and moaning. he grins and goes back to stimulating you.

“good girl, do it” he went faster and didn’t stop playing with your clit. your eyes rolled back and you let it go.

your walls clench tight around him, he didn’t stop as you made a mess all over his dick.

as you finished, his thrusts only got harder, you were feeling so overstimulated and you felt like he was close too.

“fuck, sweetheart. gonna cum inside you, that’s alright?” you moaned in answer.

his hips stuttered and you felt his cock twitch spilled inside of you, his juices mixing with yours.

he made sure he got rid of every single drop.

your legs were shaking as he pulled out and tucked himself back into his underwear, you collapsed on the bed and he laid down next to you.

“wanna go back to the party?” he jokes, looking into your eyes.

“shut up” you reply, looking at the ceiling of his room.

“gonna clean you up, okay?” james assured you as he threw you a shirt of his that was under the bed. you put it on but pulled him closer to you.

“okay, but just stay with me for a while if that’s alright.” you asked.

“always” he pressed a kiss onto your forehead and you knew that this was not going to be a one time thing.

[lunemai]

•• -Mornings With You- ••

Demigod!Y/n x Luke Castellan

Summary - Waking up with Luke on your birthday in a cabin near the beach feels like a dream or at least it was going to be, until some people decided to interrupt.

Warnings - Y/n's godly parent is not specified, she/her pronouns, softness, talk of kids, kissing, no betrayal universe, teeth rotting fluff, marriage, and that's it I think.

part one - part two || can be read as a standalone. ||

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The distant waves and the birds singing walking the shoreline are sounds you look forward to when waking up, this time, it was a different sound, a more annoying sound, a very familiar voice.

"I didn't even mean it like that-" Percy tries to say but is quickly interrupted by the sound of Annabeth's voice, "Yes, you did."

"Okay, you came to my house on this glorious peaceful morning to talk about your.. -marital problems?" Luke talks in between both of them. I can practically hear Annabeth's eye roll, "Of course not, we came to give your prisoner her annual 'congrats on not dying' birthday cake." right. 

Everyone knows as demigods living a long and prosperous life is not guaranteed, therefore; congrats on not dying birthday cake. Though I think that's what every “normal” person gets, it's just very subtle.

“what? she’s not my prisoner.” I hear Annabeth scoff as I get up from bed and head towards the bathroom door inside mine and Luke’s room, quietly. duh. 

“right.” Annabeth says, there’s a pause before Luke answers, “Right?” though he’s trying to be assertive it sounds more like a question than a statement. 

there’s another pause before I hear that same voice that woke me in the first place, “So are you going to let us in or??” I hear Annabeth shove past him and Luke and head towards the kitchen where the boys also seem to follow.

since I can no longer hear their voices I finally enter the bathroom to brush my teeth and my hair, no one wants to look like a monster around Demi-gods of all people, might end up without a head.

coming out of the room I immediately hear the sound of Percy and Annabeth having a conversation about why having too much blue food coloring could ultimately be damaging.

Finally coming into view I see Luke making coffee with his back facing us and the soulmates sitting in bar stools awaiting their drinks.

Percy has a cherry muffin in front of him and Annabeth had buttery popcorn, in the morning.

“Oh hey sleepy head, I’m surprised your kidnapper lets you out of your room,” Annabeth says, Luke turns around with a coffee mug in his hand and leans against the kitchen counter while Percy simply awaits Luke’s rebuttal.

“Same, I guess I must be his favorite victim,” I say, encouraging Annabeth to jab at the fact Luke and I haven’t left our home in 2 weeks since our honeymoon.

“who’s side are you on?” Luke says with his brows furrowed. “The winning side, mine,” Annabeth answers for me.

I raise an eyebrow at Luke walking towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist once I reach him to look up at his eyes.

“Hi, baby.” He says looking down at me he places one hand on my hip, and his forehead meets mine.

“Hi handsome, you make any for me?” I say pointing at the mug in his other hand with my eyes. 

he squeezes my hip his hand and nudges my nose with his, “Of course I did, you’re my favorite victim.” he meets my lips with a matching soft smile on his face, 2, 4 seconds and I hear a voice,

“Did you make any for us?” of course, it’s Percy.

sadly, Luke pulls away from the kiss to look at Percy. “You think I want you to have any more energy than you already do?” 

Percy sighs in disbelief, “What energy? I’m a ball of sarcasm, not happiness.” Luke lets out a laugh and replies, “Sure Perse, there should be enough in the pot.”

Luke looks back down at me and pecks my cheek, “You want your ‘congrats on not dying cake’ or me and the beach first?”

with a soft laugh, I respond “Depends, who made it this time?” I say while turning to look at the two occupying the kitchen island.

“Me.” Annabeth says, and that’s all I need to hear, “Cake first then.” Percy shrugs and decides I have a right to say that after last year’s cake.

“I thought adding salt to things made it more flavorful or whatever, I mean they do it with chocolate milk.” even though he’s right, a whole cup of salt on a cake was not the right move.

“Right, but the point is not to aim for a salty flavor.” I have to admit, reading and following instructions will never be an easy feat for a Demi-god, dyslexia, and all that.

“That’s why you have to re-read things Percy,” Annabeth says while getting the cake out of the box. 

Annabeth hands each of us a slice of red velvet cake and we all eat with glee laughter, and sarcasm since Percy and Annabeth are here.

“Okay, now that we ate and used dishes we don’t have to wash, Happy birthday prisoner, try to find an escape route soon,” Annabeth says standing up to hug me and put her dish in the sink for Luke to wash later.

“Yeah, thanks for using water in the only way I could never, Luke,” Percy says also putting his dish in the sink on top of Annabeth's. 

“Don’t worry, I know I can handle water more than you, son of Poseidon,” Luke says gathering mine and his dish, to stack them atop the rest.

“Happy birthday newly kidnapped.” that didn’t sound grammatically correct, but I wouldn’t know. 

“Thanks, Perse, and also thank you for not making the cake.” with a nod full of fake sympathy, Percy and Annabeth walk out the door with a last goodbye hug and a wave.

closing the cabin door, I feel arms wrap around my back, leaning against Luke I feel his chin on my shoulder.

“You know the beach will be here all day,” he says in between the kisses he’s now placing on my collarbone, all leading up towards my jawline.

“Yeah, you’re right about that one,” I say closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation of him making a path of kisses up my neck.

“so maybe, we should just go back to bed for a little while.” he finally reaches my cheek, and I open my eyes to turn my head towards his, nudging my nose against his.

“That sounds like a great plan,” I say turning around in his arms to put my hands on his chest.

“Yeah?” he says softly with a deep and passionate kiss following.

breathing heavily I manage to respond

“Yeah.”

notes: this is my first fic in sooo long!! i’m so happy to have this done, it’s 1,081 words and i’m so ducking proud of that.

Thank you sm for reading! I promise there’s many more coming.

REQUEST ARE VERY MUCH OBLIGED.

[gojoidyll]

Infinity

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Part 10 | what is yours, is mine

Warnings | blood, gore, death, yandere satoru, yandere sukuna, etc.

Notes | this fic will be using she/her pronouns for y/n. Also this is a reincarnation fic, so Gojo's name will not be "Satoru" in this part. And please let me know if you want to be in a taglist for this series !! ^-^

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

Infinity Masterlist

GOJO SAYAMI had a problem.

A problem that decided to pop up when he least expected it to.

And that problem was a grotesque monster named Ryomen Sukuna.

The first time he met Sukuna, he had married y/n, and apparently the damned man turned into a curse not long after her death. Then, as Sayu, he hadn't the chance to meet Sukuna as he had killed y/n rather quickly in that life and then was executed shortly after.

And now, as Sayami, he was wondering what he should do.

Despite being the next head in the clan, he wasn't gifted with the six eyes, in this life. Such a gift was so rare that not all of his lives were able to receive them. In other words, he wouldn't be able to fight the curse known as Ryomen Sukuna.

At least, not in this life.

Don't get Sayami wrong though, he wasn't going to kill himself or y/n to start over in hopes of getting the six eyes in the next life.

Now, even though he wasn't particularly gifted in this life, there were two things he did have. His intellect and y/n. It wasn't easy oursmarting and making the people as his stepping stones, and it definitely wasn't easy getting y/n either.

But, either way, he was finally in a good spot in his life, and he wasn't about to let the newly renowned King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna, ruin it.

Not now. Not ever.

"So what should I do ..."

[...]

"You're quite the fool."

"Am I now? Even after I came to meet you?"

"You took y/n away from me!"

"You're still mad about that? That was two reincarnations ago, you need to learn to let things go," Gojo taunted as he stood before Sukuna's throne.

In all of Sayami's thinking, he didn't once imagine a scenario where he would actually come and greet the King of Curses himself. He was in uncharted territory. If Sukuna wanted, he could kill Gojo right here, right now.

But Sukuna wasn't like that. (Ok, he was, but Sayami was sure he would be interested in what Sayami had to offer.)

"Mad? I'm fucking livid, you took the one person I ever cared about away from me. All because you're a selfish prick who couldn't go one life without her."

Sayami saw his opportunity and took it.

"Which brings me to this ... let's make a deal, Sukuna."

The curse paused, his towering figure standing from his throne and descending the marble steps, scattered bones being crushed underfoot as he walked.

"A deal?"

Gojo looked up as Sukuna looked down at him, his eyes calculating.

"Yes, a deal. It's as you said. I'm a selfish man who can't go a single life without y/n. You see, I don't understand why she and I keep reincarnating - who knows, I probably cursed the both of us at some point. In each life I knew her, she was never mine, so the deal I want to offer you is simple... let me have her in this life and then she's all yours in the next."

"All mine."

"Of course, though, you are a curse now, so I don't know how easy it'll be for you to woo her in that regard, but I guess that'll be for you to figure out."

[...]

"I do."

To say how overjoyed Gojo Sayami was as he said those two little words would be an understatement.

Sukuna accepted the deal.

Nothing could ruin this moment.

"And do you, Y/n L/n, take Sayami Gojo as your lawfully wedded husband."

Her eyes seemed to shine as she looked at him. Her hands grasped his own, her head tilted up.

"I-"

And in a moment that happiness seemed to shatter.

It all happened too fast for Sayami. His head seemed to be spinning as he fell to his knees. His hands immediately shaking as he looked down to look at the severed arms that he was holding.

"I decided to back out on our little deal, Gojo Sayami. I think I would much rather prefer killing you and taking y/n for myself in each life that you both live."

He looked to his right. The room was a bloody mess as curses went on a rampage on his and y/n's family. Their screams were loud and clear. Blood-curdling.

"So why did you kill her?"

He couldn't bring himself to look at her dead body, cut to ribbons.

"Why? Because you tainted her. I didn't want a woman that was in love with you. Much like how you didn't want a woman who was in love with me."

Sukuna came to stand before him. His four eyes always looking down at him, "I look forward to meeting you in the next life. Let's see who gets to y/n first, yeah?"

Sukuna didn't let him reply as he severed Gojo's head in one broad stroke of his sword. The metal slicing through easily.

It was time to start again.

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[1wingedtraveler]

Family reunion

Scaramouche x reader

Warnings: a bit of family drama between Raiden and Scara, Reader and scara have a kid, no pronouns mentioned for the reader

You have been walking around the inazuma city for a while now. Scaramouche insisted on buying Koharu new clothing saying the old ones were already worn out and ugly (they weren't. He bought them for her about 2 weeks ago)

"Tch, why is every merchant in this city so incompetent that they can't sell at least one good quality kimono?"

"I think you're a little bit too harsh on them darling. I sure they're trying their best to meet your expectations"

You tried calming down your husband. Last thing you want is him exploding at some Innocent shop keeper

"Besides look, Koharu seems to be having lots of fun!"

  It was her first time in the city. Scaramouche didn't want to show himself with his family in a public place like this too often. He said it can bring unwanted attention and put his loved ones in danger. Although you felt like there is more to it than that

You stopped by the shop and looked at certian kimono on display. It was light purple with beautifull wisteria flower pattern. It seemed that it also caught your husband's attention as well because He stopped to look at it

"Oi vendor! Im intrested in this kimono right here. Lets talk details"

As you started talking with the seller, you didn't notice little Koharu wandering off somewhere on her own

"Well (reader), what do you think about it?"

"Its certainly very beautifull, but are you sure we should buy her something so expe-"

"We will be taking it then"

Scaramouche cut you off before you had the chance to complain about the price

"A daughter of mine deserves to wear only the finest of silks. Price is unimportant"

You decided that there's no use in arguing with him. It was getting late, almost time for supper. Koharu must be starving by now

"Koharu let's-huh?"

You noticed that the little girl that was clinging to your leg was gone

"Where's Koharu!?"

"HUH?! Wasn't she with you?"

"She must have walked off and get lost in the crowd while we were talking to the vendor!"

Panic started to rise between you two. You quickly decided to split up and search the city.

Adrenaline was rushing through your veins as you pushed through the crowd as quickly as you could. Worst case scenarious apearing in your head. Kunikuzushi's job is dangerous, what is someone kidnapped her? You felt like throwing up when you thought about it

You asked many shop keepers with no luck. Such a small girl is hard to spot in a place like this. Your heart started beating faster and fatser like it was about to jump out of your chest. You decided to head towards dango milk stall, there you spotted a familliar mop of dark indigo hair

"Koharu!" You yelled and rushed towards her

As you got closer, you noticed that she was with someone. A tall woman in short violet kimono with long hair of similliar shade as your daughter's. She was drinking dango milk accompined with some sort of dessert. She had strong presence making people around her stay away

"Raiden shogun?"  You could hardly belive it. Koharu was pulling at her sleeve white looking at her with deep blue eyes

"Papa?"

"Child, im afraid im not your parent. Did you get lost?

"Ah, Raiden ei! Im so sorry. I've lost sight of her when I was shopping with my husband"

"Its quite alright. Young children are full of curiousity about the world around them they do tend to go on their own adventures. May i ask your name?"

"My name's (reader)! Im her parent. I hope she didn't cause you any trouble"

Raiden shook her head

"Not at all. She seemed intrested in my dessert here"

"Haha, yes she has quite the sweet tooth. I have to hide sweets in deepest corners of the house so she doesn't over eat"

"I can understand her passion. I'm also quite fond of sweet things"

While you were chatting with the Shogun you didn't even notice a figure approaching

"Hey (reader)! Have you-"

Scaramouche paused mid sentance, freezing in place with wide eyes. Ei's eyes also widend in suprise. Two of them stood of them in silnce for a moment before scara seemed to snap out of it

"You-! What are trying to do to my daughter?!"

He stormed towards his creators side, quickly dragging Koharu away from her before picking her up in his arms

You were awere of his past and his feeling towards his mother but you would have never guess they would end up in such uncomfortable situation like this. The atmosphere was tense, like a storm was abou to break out. Raiden's expression was by no means hostile. It was clouded with regret and guilt. She knew that she'll have to face him someday but didn't think it will be so sudden

"I understand that you feel wary of me. However i promise i mean no harm to you or your family"

"Why should i belive you, traitor?"

Scaramouche's tone was harsh and unforgiving. Masking all the pain he has been carring for these long centuries

"I know i can't  expect you to forgive me and i won't try to make excuses for myself, all i ask is for you to hear me out"

Raiden tried to mask it but you could hear slight desperation in her voice

Frown deepened on his face, his deathly stare didn't break even for a second. He hugged his daughter tighter but didn't say anything. Raiden took it as a silent premission to continue

"The decision about leaving you in shakkei pavilion, right after your creation, was one of the biggest regrets in my live. I am deeply sorry for everything that you have to go through because of that"

Something wavered in Scaramouche's eyes. You could see his jaw tighten

"I'm very glad that you have overcame all the diffculties my decision might have caused and you found happiness nevertheless. I love you very much as my son, i wish only the best for you and your family"

Balladeer's eyes opened wider, the harsh glare he tried to up hold was filling up with more despair than anger. Biting his lip, He started visbly shaking now. You've came closer to him, putting your hand on his shoulder, silnetly trying to comfort him

"You and your family are welcome in tenshukaku, any time of the day. After everything i've done im glad you have blessed me with such beautifull grandchild"

Tears threatend to fall from kunikuzushi's cheeks. But before they had the chance to, he quickly hid his expression behind his hat before turing away and storming off with Koharu. He refused to show her that weak side if him again in fear that she would mock him for it.

You stayed there looking in his direction with a shocked expression, not being able to say a word. Raiden looked at the ground with guilt in her eyes. You looked at her before speaking up

"Im sure thats a lot for him to take in right now. Please don't take his behavior to heart"

"There is no need to comfort me. His reaction is understanable. He was a child abonded by his mother. Left to wander the world he knew nothing about. No mother to teach him about it nor correct him when he've gone on the wrong path"

Two of you fell silent. You had no idea what to say to her. Sadness filled your chest. The sorrow she felt all those years must have been uimaginable. Ei hesitantly spoke up, her voice full of pain she could no longer hide

"...please just.. take care of him for me"

She looked up to the sky. Seemingly not only asking you but any devine being that was listening

You smiled softly before replying

"I will"

[just-my-hyperfixations-ya-know]

Cirrus x Anxious!GN!Reader

Summary:

Cirrus has her eyes on a guitar tech that sets up their instruments before the show after hearing a very interesting array of songs that were used on a mic check. 

Warnings: cussing, anxiety all the time, maybe mild autism but that's also just how I experience the world, sexual references but nothing too explicate, kinda a slow build-up with POV switches that are labeled so it's obvious

Pronouns: Cirrus she/her, Reader they/them

Word Count: ~4400

Reader POV

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…” you mutter to yourself, keep counting, “eight guitars, four are acoustic, all are Jasmine acoustic, four are electric, all are squire fenders, we only need 2 of each but just in case.” If Dewdrop decides to abuse his guitar and manages to break a string, or a guitar gets dropped, or if someone trips or falls off the stage and damages a guitar, or a strap breaks and it falls and it messes with the mic. Wait, breathe, we need air. We just need to breathe. Taking a deep breath and you look over to see Cirrus, oh my wait is she looking in my direction. Walking towards the rack of spare mics not really paying attention to where your feet are at this moment.

WHAM.

“Shit” you say as you promptly fall over a speaker and your hands collide with the ground barely keeping you from smacking your face into the ground, hands already stinging.

“Are you okay?” You hear a higher voice but only see black and white shoes at that moment. The unknown person then reached out a gloved hand to help you up and you accepted. As you look up to see who it is when you lock eyes with a chrome mask you freeze.

“I- I er um yeah, thanks.” Your face begins to feel hot realizing who  just watched you eat dirt but also just helped you up from falling over.

“Watch out, or you’ll start to look like Dewdrop from all the tripping.” Cirrus laughed.

“I,” you pause, “yeah, I’ll uh take note.” before exiting as quickly as possible with your eyes facing the floor hoping you were not starting to sweat before barely even starting work. It’s only been an hour and you should not already be this sweaty. Okay sound check, just a quick sound check.

“Y/n are you ready for a sound check?” Your walkie statics to life.

“Yes I am ready.” You reply

“Okay first up keyboards.” the static walkie replies 

Stepping up to the keyboards your first run your hands all down the keyboard to make sure every key worked before then playing a simple tune, Addams Family Theme because it seemed funny. 

Cirrus POV

“Hey Dewdrop you wouldn't believe what reminded me of you on my way over here.” I laughed while walking towards him. 

“What was it?” He asked. Before being able to answer I heard the mic testing start for tonight's ritual. Wait, is that The Addams Family I thought. 

“Is that The Addams Family theme song being played on my piano for mic testing?” I asked aloud. Dewdrop's ears peaked promptly.

“Yeah, that one tech that tours with us is the one that usually tests just guitars now just tests all of the instruments to save on time, they can only play guitar so there is always something funny and simple playing for the pianos and drums.” Dewdrop answered.

“How do you know this?” I asked.

“I break my strings so often that the Swiss started to make me help the guitar techs with fixing the guitars after shows since it was my fault. So I talk to Y/n after shows and we kinda hang out because it takes a few hours depending on the show and what I fucked up that night. It’s fun though they are cool, very anxious though.” Dewdrop answered. 

Reader POV

“Okay what's next?” you ask the walkie

“Your favorite, guitars.” the little black box replied.

“Hell yeah.” you mutter, “any requests?” before asking the sound crew.

“Do ‘Phantom of the Opera’ . I just want to see if it's possible.” the crew replied back.

“Yes, it's annoying but yes.” you groaned knowing fully well this only would use 1 string and you need to still check them all. Before proceeding to pick up a guitar and starting.

Cirrus POV

“Wait, that's strange, is that one of those musicals being played on a guitar?” I asked Dewdrop.

“I asked about this before, the sound crew and them have a bet, it's just about whatever is funniest or hardest they play on the guitar for mic checks.” Dewdrop answered.

“I’ll be back.” I half mutter walking towards the stage. Standing in the wings I see them smiling and laughing while playing the different guitars on stage.

Reader POV

“Okay you win for that one but we still need all of the strings played.” Sound said through the walkie. 

“I could have told you that, okay just gonna do something quick that uses the other strings.” you replied, a thought pops into your head, before then starting the intro to ‘Seek and Destroy’ by Metallica and then quickly plucking the last string towards the end so we had all the strings.

“Cool, alrighty we gotta repeat for the next 7 now.” Sound laughed though the walkie.

“Any challenges?” I asked.

“Flight of the bumblebee?” 

“I hate all of you.” you laughed into your walkie, you then picked up the next electric guitar while attempting the next song, which was nearly impossible it seems. You then aftering doing the first 2 measures give or take then plack the last three strings to be sure that all were tested. After a mildly successful attempt which was really 2 times slower than the songs actual speed but you didn’t feel like tearing up your fingers you then speak into the walkie “You owe me dinner, after the show before you leave you owe me dinner for that one.” You chucked into the walkie attached to the shoulder of your polo.

“Alright, that is fair, I thought that one wasn’t possible, how do you know these off the top of your head?” Sound crew questioned.

“I play by ear.” You answered.

“Bull shit!” The walkie screamed. You then covered my ears from the sudden volume increase. “Oh sorry, I forgot about that.” The walkie was way quieter that time.

“Don’t worry about it, once we are done with these instruments, check . I just need to take a quick 5 minute break.” You say.

“Yeah, not a problem.” Sound says.

“Alright, I want to just speed through the next few guitars, no challenges?” You asked.

“Hell yeah, let's get this show on the road.” Sound enthoistually replied. You then pick up the next guitars and do different little quick riffs to check on each of them. “O Sweet Child Mine” by Guns n’ Roses, followed up with “Master of Puppets' ' by Metallica to finish off the electric guitars. 

You choosing to be slightly amusing for the acoustic guitars the first was “Fly me to the moon” by Frank Sinatra, without the capo everything was down about 5 keys but still it sounded like fly me to the moon, then “Remember Me” from Coco because its funny to play random little Pixar soundtracks while working, “Crazy little thing called love” by Queen, and finally “I’m yours” by Jason Maraz because sometimes when touring with a satanic metal band it's nice to have a little bit of light hearted songs. Plus it was really to see the reactions from the crew setting up the lighting above you. 

“Alrighty what’s next?” you asked.

“Did you just play Jason Maraz?” Sound questioned.

“Yes, what's next?” you ask.

“B- bass” Sound crew snorted out between laughs.

“Okay I only know one bass line though.” you batch over the walkie, before then just playing the bass line from “Feel Good Inc '', you're aware it's a repeat tonight but it's the only one you know. You do it for both bass checks because it's easier that way. “Drums now?” you then ask.

“Yes drums, can you learn a new bass line, it's getting boring?” Sound crew asks.

“Fine when we are on the bus to the next town I’ll use one of the basses to learn something, only for you Sound.” you mockingly answered while walking towards the drum set, before then drumbing just about the worst beat ever played but it hit all of the drums and symbols.

Cirrus POV

Watching enamored by the person I never noticed till today, wait Dewdrop says they are touring which means they are on the crew bus. As I continued to watch I kept quiet and just enjoyed all of the guitar and bass music being tested before then seeing them walk up to the drums. After hearing all the music I was prepared to hear a new beautiful thing on the drums only to hear the most off beat array of scattered drums.

“Who is playing my drums like that?” Mountain said.

I slightly jumped, “Uhh Y/n I believe their name is, I guess it's a mic check and they don’t know how to play the drums. They knew everything for the guitars and bass though, it sounded great earlier.” I blabbed.

“Wait, Cirrus, do you have a thing for guitar tech?” Moustian teased.

“You know nothing.” I scolded, slightly louder than anticipated because Y/n immediately whips their head towards the two of us. They then proceeded to get flushed and started to talk into their walkie leaving the stage and heading towards the opposite  end of the stage in the wings. 

“You should talk to them.” Mountain said lightly shoving me.

“Dammit your right.” I replied.

Reader POV

“Hey sound, I'm going to take that break now since the mic check is done.” You say in the walkie before waking in the opposite direction you should be going. But you didn’t want to have to walk past those two ghouls, wait where they were judging you, what if you are not good enough to be on this tour. Fuck fuck fuck what did you do wrong, you where  just doing your job, same every day, test piano, guitars, bass, and then drums, drums where always shit but why was Cirrus there today of all days and why was Mousatin. Why, shit she probably saw how terrible that was, she probably thinks I’m an idiot right now. 

“One, two, three, four, five…” You begin muttering while walking down the stairs counting each step as you go down to the basement of the venue, “twelve, thirteen, fourteen…” 

“Hey, what's the rush?” you hear a deep voice behind you say. Looking behind you and seeing a chrome mask and mildly freaking out before realizing it was Dewdrop.

“Walking downstairs where the spare guitars are kept, I’m going to find the one you broke and keep working on fixing it. I had to take off the whole front panel from you, Swiss, and Rain messing around on stage.” I defended myself.

“Huh, because it looked like you accidentally embarrassed yourself in front of Cirrus and now you are going to hide before the show starts and hope she doesn't see you for the rest of the tour because you think she is secretly judging you.” Dewdrop rambled while being completely correct.

“I- psh, you know nothing.” You attempted and failed to brush off his comment. 

“I hope you know she wants to talk to you tonight after the show.Or at least I think she does.” Dewdrop said.

“Dewdrop, that's not funny.” You snarked.

Dewdrop takes off his mask revealing his gray skin and silver hair then starting, “I am being serious Y/n.” 

“Shit.” was all you could muster at first, “uh thanks for the warning, I will be down here for most of the show, you know, noises. So uh, I'll be down here for most of it, I’ll have my walkie if anything happens during the show that we would need a second back up.” 

“Y/n are you okay.” Dewdrop asked.

“I- yeah, just anxious you know kinda sorta all the time.” You say starting to pace while pulling on your fingers, “between the clergy, Cardinal, joining this thing, learning about ghouls, and demons, and now Cirrus. I mean it's a lot all at once and not this kinda just feels like the straw that broke the camel's back. I mean I have been in love practically with Cirrus since before I even got to start running tech and when I was just working at one of the side locations just fixing whatever was left over from the tour. And now? I am just so freaked out with how much everything is happening all at once. I mean what if I ruin everything, what if she's disgusted by me, I mean I am just a human, this doesn’t seem like something that would happen normally. I mean you said she wants to see me is this like a ‘are you okay you ate dirt on stage’ is this a ‘stay away from me you creep me out’ or a I don’t even know sorta thing.” You rambled. 

“Y/n, your going to hyperventilate,” Dewdrop started coaxing you to sit on the steps with him, “Most Ghouls are very polyaromus like incredibly, I’d say I've been with most of the sisters and brothers at this point; wait that's off track; anyway some are not like me, like Cirrus, she was always more of a calm breeze and less of a wild wind if you know what I mean. You worry too much Y/n it’ll be the death of you. I saw as Cirrus watched in amazement at you playing the guitars on stage and laughing, she also was asking about you. I mean her tail was literally wagging while she watched you.” 

“You have tails?” You questioned.

“Yes, not the point. Everything will be okay.” Dew said.

“Thank you Dew.” You say and your hands shake less and less. 

“I have to go, the show starts in 45 minutes so the venue will start to fill soon, so ya know, gotta stay out of sight till it starts.” Dewdrop remarks before putting on his mask and bounding out of the room. You always forget how fast ghouls are. 

Cirrus POV

I swear there is just something about them, it's hard to explain. I’ve never even noticed them until today, why didn’t I notice them. Dew said they had a bet running with tech and have been doing mic checks like this for almost the whole tour which means we’ve been on the same tour together for two months. We only have another two months left and I have no clue where they go after this. Okay if I find Dew I could ask him about them. Seeing Dew coming up from the basement of this venue i started towards him, huh wonder why he was in the basement.

“Hey Dew, do you know where the guitar tech Y/n is?’ I asked. Dewdrop said that they knew them.

“Yeah why?” He questioned.

“Alright if I tell you, promise you will not tell anyone.” I said in a hushed voice. 

“Cool promise, shoot for it.” Dew responded.

“Alright so the guitar tech Y/n I am realizing that maybe there is something more, and maybe I want to talk to them after the show, or who knows before I don’t know. Do you know what I mean?” I was beginning to ramble before Dew started laughing, “Dew stop, I know that they are human, you’ve been with practically every sister and brother so you have no room to judge.” 

“No you don’t get it,” he started to wheeze, “I swear this is a loop I just had this exact same conversation with Y/n.”

“What, you said you kinda hung out with  this person. You are friends with and talk to co-workers in private. Wait you said you knew where Y/n is and you came up from the basement, are you fucking Y/n!” I then started to yell a bit towards the end.

“What, no. I would never. Besides the fact that Y/n has said and I quote ‘you have more stds than a monkey orgey in Staten Island’ when we talked once. In addition Y/n is a bit more hesitant around people or ghouls so we kinda keep our friendship on the down low ya know. Anyway what I was going to say, you two are perfect. You are both these anxious mutual pining strange ghouls or in Y/n case person.” Dewdrop laughed.

“Wait really?” I asked.

“They are down stairs, they are just fixing up some guitars I broke down there so if you visit they can talk. Also they know, like about the ghoul thing, tails and all so you can take off your mask.” Dew then suggested. 

Reader POV

Wearing headphones at the moment because your walkie buzzes you were listening to ‘Square Hammer’ it often was sung by the whole venue so it was hard to hear the guitars for live shows most days. Holding an exacto knife you were cutting out a new vinyl for guitar that was covered in scratched after being dropped from Swiss falling off the stage last week. Before feeling a tap at your shoulder and jumping to them promptly cutting the tip of your finger and it immediately starting to bleed.

“Ah shit!” You yell while taking out your headphone to see who tapped your shoulder and then you see her, no chrome mask, no masking of anything, red eyes, fangs, gray skin, silver hair, horns and all. She looks so beautiful, so breathtaking, just so everything you feel your face heats up as you stick your finger in your mouth to stop the bleeding.

“I am  so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I am so sorry. Shit.” Cirrus started.

“No no don’t worry it's okay, not the first time you watched me injure myself today. Trust me I do it more often than you think. See it's not even bleeding anymore.” You say reassuring her. Huh you guess that maybe Dewdrop talk had help considering you're not a sputtering mess at the moment. 

“Are you okay?” She asked timidly.

“Don’t worry, I’m a clutz.” You admitted.

“I want to talk to you. You are on tour with us and part of the Ghost Project so you are with us on tour and I wanted to know if you wanted to come on the ghoul bus tonight and hang out for a bit because I saw you during the mic checks and I really admire the way you brighten up everybody the best way possible. And the way you always make sure that my idiot brothers won’t ruin the show with their shenanigans and ensure that they always have back ups upon back ups…” Cirrus started to ramble. 

“I, yes. I would like to go on the tour bus with you tonight.” You said grabbing her hands and stopping her from rambing.

“I am not usually like this.” She said smiling.

“Don’t worry, I am not either.” You respond.

“Do you think you’ll stay upstairs for the show today?” She asked.

“I can.” You answered. The both of you continued to talk as you headed upstairs towards the stage. Before opening the door at the top of the stairs she puts back on her mask and you see her tail just dissipate like it was never there. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing your tail just dissipate.” you say. 

“I never have,” she replied, “I don’t look like I do now.” 

“Are you ready? 20 min till the show starts.” You ask.

“I’m always ready.” Cirrus replied in a serious tone before immedy laughing, “I’m joking I am ready but it's fun to be overly dramatic.” You laugh alongside her. 

“Why do you think I played Coco today? It's just fun to do random things whether it's dramatic or just funny.” You said.

“Are all ghouls in position?” You walkie spurted to life.

“No still missing Cirrus.” Another voice said.

“I got her, she's on her way.” You voiced it. 

“Y/n you're gonna be up for this show?” A voice asked.

“Yeah, I’ll fix that old guitar tomorrow. I have a feeling something may break tonight on stage.” You said. Cirrus laughs before walking to her spot on stairs to enter the stage where the pianos are. Standing in the wings you watch the show. 

It was almost like this was planned for what series of events happened, 20 minutes into the set you see a drum stick fly from Mountain’s hand and immediately hits Dewdrop in the back of the head, Dew drops the guitar where somehow one of his claws cuts the strap and it crashed to the ground making a loud screeching noise. Picking up a spare Fender Guitar you run across the stage grabbing the now mildly broken guitar with 2 broken strings and replacing Dew’s guitar almost as fast as it had broken. 

“Dew what the actual fuck.” You whispered to him as you handed him the new guitar before running off stage with the broken one.The audience roared in applause from the quick save with nearly no delay in the show. 

At the end of the song you hear Cardinal Copia begin to speak.

“Mouatin what the fuck was that.” In one of his joking tones, “that was one of the most final destination style issues to occur, was that planned?” Mountain shrugged, “I understand that maybe Dew wants to fuck the guitar tech but you don’t need to break the guitars to do so. Look at how easy it is.” He said before turning towards the audience. “Hello my loyal followers! Who would like to fuck in the parking lot after the show!” The audience roared with screams and thundrances applause agreeing to a giant orgy out in the parking lot. This made you laugh as you were already replacing the two broken strings while staring at Cirrus. She looked at you and smiled a toothy grin so you could see from backstage her grin.

“Oh Cirrus, not you too!” Cardinal Copia laughed, “Since every ghoul up here apparently wants to fuck lets do a little song about fucking.” Monstrance Clock starts to play and you laugh while smiling at Cirrus.

Towards the end of the set for the night you hear the infamous, “Why don’t you give it to them motherfucker!” From the Cardinal and the final song ‘Square Hammer’ begins. 

After all of the bows, and the throwing of drum sticks and picks into the audience, the shaking hands. You got onto the stage and started to clean up. 

“So which ghoul are you fucking.” Sound crew asked in the walkie.

“None at the moment but there is hope.” You laughed in response.

“That didn’t answer the question.” Sound responded again.

“Not telling.” You said into the walkie.

“I’m not getting you dinner now.” Sound taunts.

“Don’t worry about dinner, it was fun anyway, but at least an energy drink for the next show.” You said.

“Deal, pretty sure everything is handled you can start getting all of the last guitar things onto the truck and not bother with anything else for tonight.” Sound replied.

“Thanks.” You said before turning off your walkie for the night and putting it inside the crew bin as you exited the stage. Heading towards the basement to pack up the remaining guitar supplies to be transported to the next city you get interrupted by someone wrapping you up in a hug from behind.

“AghH!” You made an almost guttural scream. Laughing ensued from the three ghouls behind you. You started to turn to see Cirrus with her arms wrapped around you and Dew and Mountain laughing from your jump scare.

“That was hilarious, almost as funny as that mic test for the drums.” Mountain laughed.

“Hey hey hey I do not play drums they had me do that today because I'm already on stage for 8 mice tests might as well include 4 more between the drums and pianos.” You defended. 

“Did you like the unofficial but official plan?” Dew asked.

“I fucking knew it.” You remarked. 

“We wanted you to get on stage for a moment, you know shine.” Dew said.

“Why.” you asked.

“Dunno Cirrus asked us to break a guitar during the show.” Mountain replied.

“I wanted you to be right about thinking a guitar would break,”Cirrus explained. 

“So you are the guitar tech, so which one are you fucking? Cirrus, Dew, or Mountain?” The Cardinal asked as if he had just suddenly appeared from thin air. You looked down knowing your place when by the cardinal.

“I- we are not fucking yet, but definatly something.” Cirrus interjected.

“Huh, good for you. Don’t make drama with it, and Y/n don’t worry I know who everyone is you can look up and talk don’t worry.” The Cardinal laughed while you looked up before he then started to walk away.

“I have to pack away these guitars very quickly so they can be loaded. I'll be back in 10 minutes.” You say before running down the stairs. Once downstairs you quickly put away all of the guitars before grabbing your backpack from the corner of the room. Running over to the bathroom you change into just a pair of black jeans and a white shirt and out of the uniform of slacks and polo for shows. 

“Y/n” Cirrus called down the stairs.

“Just one minute.” You shout while washing your hands to get the grease and dust off your hands. You leave the bathroom. And before you had a second to think Cirrus pulls you in my belt loop and kisses you, and you melt into it feeling. A whirlwind of emotions and loving every second at it causes you to take your breath away from the feeling.

“Are you sure you are okay with this?” She asks.

“Yes” 

[dove00]

Movie Night Attempts

(Hey! Thanks for all the love for the idea of a flash family web toon! I decided to try and write the ideas. I do not own DC or the characters. Hope you all like it. Sorry if this is bad! Have a great day/night!)

“You know this isn’t going to work, right?” Joan wondered. 

Jay shook his head. “We have to try.”

“You make it sound like we’re fighting a battle.” Max laughed. 

“Maybe because you have never seen Ace and Bart argue about movies before.” Barry said. “It’s awful.” 

“I heard that!” Two voices called from the living room. 

The four of them left the kitchen and went to the living room where the entire “flash” family were waiting for them. 

This should be fun. 

_______

Attempt #1 

Jay put a stop to the arguing by picking a movie. 

He picked a science fiction film on Bart’s list of “movies I have to see from this time!!!!” Science fiction was also Wallace’s favorite type of movie. 

Both became quiet. 

Jay put it in and the beginning music started to play when sirens started sounding. 

The family—that could—rushed into costume and, after a quick goodbye to the civilians of the family, rushed off to see what the problem was. 

Impulse and Kid Flash forgot their feud in the name of making fun of Condiment King before the second Flash rushed him back to Gotham. 

Attempt # 2 

They got to the end of the beginning credits when there was a knock on the door. 

Before anyone could stop her, Irey rushed to the door. 

In her mind, she didn’t really care about the movie, so she’ll answer the door. 

She threw the door open. 

“Iris.” Wally said, coming up to her. “What have we told you about answering the door—“

Wally paused when he saw who was at the door.

A person with silver hair and dark eyes stood awkwardly at the door. 

“Hi? My name’s Jess Chambers. I’m from another earth.” 

Explaining all of that was…new. Jess, who uses they/them pronouns, explained that they fell into a portal. They’re 15 years old and they have super speed. Linda had turned off the movie to give Jess everyone’s attention. 

“Oh! You’re like Princess Andy.”Jai pointed out, making Jess pause. 

Well, pause for a speedster second. 

“What do you mean?” 

“She’s 15, too.”

“Okay?” 

“Welcome to this earth.” Is all Wally could really say. 

Attempt # 10

By this time, Jess really understood what it meant to be in the flash family. 

They had stopped some rogues from robbing a bank, then helped a Green Lantern (who Wally couldn’t stop arguing with) fight a man in yellow, then members of Earth's JSA came and needed advice on the speed force. 

By the time everyone came back, it was nearing eight o’clock at night. 

“It is the weekend. I suppose everyone can stay up a little later. If everyone wants to?” Linda wonders. 

Immediately, two very happy twins rush to the couch at human speed. 

Everyone gets comfortable and Max promises Jess quietly to help them adjust to this Earth as the movie starts. 

They get 30 minutes in before everyone is sleeping. 

Jess’ last thought while being awake was “I could get used to this.” 

[madd-nix]

I am Emily

Just a short oneshot based off of @hoofpeet's transfemme Emmet drawings that I absolutely love. This is Emily realizing who she is with a little help from Elesa. (There's also a drawing included of Emily at the end.)

Note: I wrote Emily's old name and pronouns in brackets as a way to convey that they are placeholders until she realizes who she is later in the story. I thought this would be the best way to avoid any confusion without seeming like I was deadnaming or misgendering her. If there is a better way to convey this, I'd be happy to hear it! Even though I myself am nonbinary, I know that not everyone's experiences with being trans are the same and I'd be happy to learn other ways to portray this situation.

Words: 1,816

Rating: PG (ask to tag)

[Emmet] hated mirrors. [He] was never a huge fan of mirrors, but at least when Ingo was beside [him], it was easier to look at [his] reflection. It was easier to just look at [his] brother and feel happy about how they matched.

But Ingo was gone. He had been missing for over a year now, and nothing felt the same without him. Especially mirrors. Looking at [his] own reflection felt... wrong. [He] wasn't sure how, but [Emmet] just knew that something was bad about it. So [he] avoided any reflective surface now. The windows of the train cars, puddles in the rain, and [he] even covered [his] bathroom mirror at home with a towel. If [Emmet] absolutely had to check [his] appearance, [he] would ask [his] pokemon to let [him] know if something was off before [he] left the house.

Luckily, Elesa proved to be a good distraction. [Emmet] was at Elesa's house for one of their usual hangouts. They were watching TV together while Elesa painted her nails. [Emmet] couldn't help but think that the shade of blue that she was using was really pretty.

As she finished painting her nails, Elesa caught notice of [Emmet] staring. She looked at the nail polish then back at [him].

"Want me to paint your nails?" she asked.

"Huh?" The question caught [him] a little off guard.

"I know you like the color blue. Oh! And I have some white nail polish too! Want me to paint your nails?" Elesa was persistent on the idea.

"Okay. You can paint my nails," [Emmet] agreed.

Elesa eagerly ran to her room and came back with some white nail polish. For the next few minutes, Elesa painted [Emmet]'s nails. [His] ring fingers were painted white while the rest of [his] nails were painted blue. When she finished, [Emmet] looked at her handiwork and [his] smile relaxed into a more genuine expression.

"These look verrry pretty. Thank you, Elesa," [he] said.

"You're welcome, Em!"

[He] kept looking at [his] nails and something just felt right about them. It was such a small thing, but it made [him] feel happy, so [he] decided not to question it much.

"So, is this the first time you've ever had your nails done?" Elesa asked.

"Yup. I never really thought to try it before," [he] said simply.

"Well, this is the happiest I've seen you in a while," she pointed out. "If having your nails done makes you so happy, we can paint your nails every time we hang out."

"Really? I think I would enjoy that. Thanks Elesa."

"Of course!" Her expression then turned to something a little more serious. "But hey, can I ask you something?"

"Yup."

"Are you doing alright?"

[Emmet] flinched slightly at the question.

"What do you mean?" [he] asked slowly.

"I mean, well, I know you covered your bathroom mirror. I know you've been kinda... off lately." Damn. [Emmet] should've known she would have noticed that. "So, what's going on?"

"Ingo is still missing," [Emmet] replied as if it should have been obvious. "He has been missing for over a year. Of course I'm not okay."

"I know. I'm sorry, Em, I just..." Elesa paused, trying to find the right words. "It just seems like there's more to it than that."

[Emmet] hesitated for a moment before coming clean.

"I do not like my reflection," [he] began. "I don't think I am ugly or anything like that. But whenever I see my reflection, I don't see myself. I only see Ingo. A smiling Ingo, but still Ingo."

"Well, you are twins," Elesa noted. "Do you think you're just feeling this way 'cause you miss him?"

"No, I don't think so," [he] said, shaking [his] head. "I can't remember the last time I really felt like I saw myself in my reflection. But with Ingo beside me, it was easier to handle. With him gone, there's only one of us in the mirror. And I only see him. Not me."

"So, this is something that's been going on for a while, huh?" Elesa mumbled to herself. She was quiet for a few moments, then she looked back up at [Emmet]. "Hey, can we try something? It might help."

"What do you have in mind?" [Emmet] asked.

"Just trust me! Come on!" She grabbed [his] hand and guided the way up to her room. Once there, Elesa began digging through her closet.

"I don't know how many of my outfits will fit you, but we can try on a few things. Come help me look."

"You think dressing me up will help?"

"If you're having problems with seeing your own reflection, then maybe a little makeover will help," Elesa explained. "I only have my clothes here, so we're a bit limited right now, but this could be a step in the right Di-ruddigon!" Elesa laughed at her own pun - a fusion of the word "direction" and the pokemon Duddigon. [Emmet] just sighed in amused annoyance.

"Okay. As long as there are no more puns."

"You know I can't make that promise."

[Emmet] simply rolled [his] eyes, then began to look through Elesa's clothes with her. Eventually, they found a few different outfits, then Elesa shoved [Emmet] into her bathroom to change.

"I'm gonna get something else ready for you! Come out once you've changed!"

Quickly, [Emmet] undressed, and [he] hung [his] shirt over her mirror so [he] wouldn't have to watch [himself]. [He] then neatly folded [his] pants on her sink counter before finally going through the outfits. Some of the clothes didn't exactly fit right, and some of the clothes just didn't feel comfortable, but finally [he] settled on an outfit. It was a simple light blue dress with spaghetti straps, a black belt wrapped around [his] waist, a white shrug with ¾ length sleeves, and white leggings. None of Elesa's shoes were [his] size, so they would be forgoing any footwear, but that would be alright [Emmet] guessed.

Since [he] was now dressed, [Emmet] stepped out of the bathroom. Elesa was waiting just outside it with a gray wig.

"I know it's not perfect, but I think it looks close enough to your hair color to give the illusion that your hair is longer," she said.

It was a short wig with straight hair and side parted bangs. [Emmet] just shrugged and let Elesa sit [him] down on her bed as she helped [him] put the wig on. They were already this far in, so might as well continue.

"Wanna try some makeup?" Elesa asked. "Maybe some lip gloss? Eye shadow? Mascara?"

"Nothing too crazy," [Emmet] said. "Maybe the lip gloss. And the mascara."

"Okay!" Elesa then began to apply a little bit of mascara to [Emmet]'s eye lashes, and then some shiny soft pink lip gloss to [his] lips. Once she was done, Elesa stood back to admire her work.

"Wanna see how you look?" She was absolutely giddy, but she was doing her best to contain herself.

"I guess so," was all [Emmet] could think to say.

Elesa then pulled a full length mirror out of her closet. [Emmet] stood up and finally looked at the reflection. [His] eyes widened. For the first time in what felt like forever, the person staring back in the mirror finally looked like herself. She studied her new look in amazement. The outfit was really cute - it was Elesa's clothes after all - and the dress and belt really seemed to accentuate her hips in just the right way. The wig encircled her face perfectly, and the mascara really brought out her eyes. The lip gloss was just a cute additional touch. She had never felt so good before while looking at her own reflection.

"So, what do you think?" Elesa asked eagerly.

"I...... I love it," she said, still in awe.

"Yes! You look so pretty! You're so cute!" Elesa gushed.

"You really think so?" She couldn't take her eyes away from the mirror, so she simply looked at Elesa through the reflection.

"Yes! I know so!" Elesa was bouncing on her toes now. She chuckled a bit and turned to finally face the electric gym leader, flapping her arms slightly in excitement. As she did, the dress' skirt twirled a bit.

"It twirls!" She eagerly began spinning, enjoying the feeling of the dress creating a gentle breeze, as well as the visual of the fabric fluttering. It felt so amazing!

"Isn't that so fun! I love it when dresses twirl like that!" Elesa said through giggles. "So, how do you feel?"

She stopped twirling to give Elesa's question some actual thought.

"I had never thought to try this," she began. "But I am glad I did. Although, this raises some more questions. I never considered I might not be a man. I have always just been me. I have... I have always been Emmet. But now I think I might not be. But then. Who am I?"

"We'll take it one step at a time," Elesa said with a gentle smile. "You remember when Ingo transitioned. He didn't just change everything about himself in one night. And neither did I. Transitioning is a process, and if this is something you feel is right for you, then we'll take it at your own pace. And I'll be right here to support you the whole time."

"Thank you, Elesa," she said. "I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome. So, do you want me to try referring to you as a girl? See how that feels?"

"Sure."

Elesa cleared her throat, most likely to buy time as she thought of something to say.

"Oh, have you seen the Subway Boss? She's really pretty, right? She also runs the doubles line in the Battle Subway. Should I go challenge her?"

Her smile grew more with each sentence. Everything about that just felt so... right. She was the Subway Boss. She ran the doubles line. And she was a woman.

"That sounded verrry accurate. It felt right. I... I think I really like being a woman."

"Do you think you'll wanna change your name?" Elesa asked now.

"I have always liked my name," she confessed. "But I don't think it fits me anymore. Maybe I can still go by something similar. Something that starts with an 'E'."

"Let's see....." Elesa thought for a moment. "There's Erica, Emma, Esther, Ellen, Emily, Eren..."

"Emily..." She sounded out the name as she tried to get a feel for it on her tongue. "I think I like Emily."

"Wanna try introducing yourself to me?"

She nodded. She got into her signature pose, pointing her right arm out to the side and down, with her left arm forward.

"I am Subway Boss Emily. I run the doubles line. And I like winning verrry much."

Elesa clapped. Emily smiled. Everything was finally starting to feel right again.

"I am Emily."

[darkwater-reservoir]

No, we cannot keep the cat

Summary: Nat finds a cat while looking for supplies and, to Tucker's dismay, the group decides to adopt it

A/N: Tyler is the name of tsv in this fic as he is in all my fics and Nat uses she/they pronouns

Pairings: none

Rating: G

"Guys! Over here!"

Tucker is the first to reach Nat "What is it? What did you find??" The 17 year old holds up a black cat with yellow eyes and has a huge grin on their face "I found a cat!"

When Tyler finally reaches them his eyes light up and he starts to pet the cat in their arms "they're so cute!"

"Yeah! I think we should keep them"

"No absolutely not." Tucker says flatly "We can't afford another mouth to feed. Besides, we're nomadic right now the cat's probably just gonna run off"

"Lame" Danyon chimes in "I vote we keep the cat"

Tucker scowls "no! There will be no voting! We are not keeping the cat!"

"I also vote to keep the cat" Nat replies, now petting the cat on the floor "Tyler?"

Ty looks at Tucker, who is very obviously livid, and then to Nat and Danyon, who are now both playing with the cat on the floor. He pauses for a moment and looks back at Tucker, who just silently shakes his head and glares at him.

"I also vote to keep the cat"

"WHAT!?"

Nat grins "3 to 1 motion passes, we keep the cat and also Tucker's a dumbass"

"HEY! NO! WE'RE NOT KEEPING THE CAT!"

"Well its not your car..." Danyon mumbles looking at Ty "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHOSE CAR IT IS! WE ARE NOT KEEPING THE CAT!"

Nat completely ignores Tucker and turns to Danyon and Ty "I think we should name her eclipse. What do you guys think?"

"she?"

"Yep! The pussy's got a pussy"

Ty sighs "Nat, please don't phrase it like that"

"How about George"

"George?" Nat says exasperated "fucking George?? Danyon you're gonna name the cat George???"

"Well, I think its a good name"

"WE ARE NOT NAMING THE CAT! WE ARE NOT KEEPING THE CAT! WE ARE DOING ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING WITH THE DAMN CAT!!! Just leave the damn thing alone and lets get a move on before someting fucking finds us" Tucker snaps. No one listens.

"How about Sunrise?"

Danyon and Nat turn to look at Ty "because its 6 am and the sun would be rising right now? Also because a sunrise would be really good thing and the cat is a good thing?"

Danyon shrugs "I like it. Nat?"

Nat picks up the cat again and makes her way towards the store entrance "Sunrise it is"

"Nat you are NOT bringing the cat into the car!" Tucker calls to Nat "You don't even have cat food!"

Danyon walks past Tucker and holds up a basket of cat food, toys, and litter "i do"

Tucker just sighs as the other 3 walk to the car with the cat and reluctantly follows with his shopping cart of food "I guess we're keeping the fucking cat"

[roscgcld]

DAYDREAMING!AU || that

request: I loveee your day dreaming reader!! I have this idea that one day the first+second years+ Gojo were passing by a room and they heard a moan/whine with the words that follow "It's too much Yuta-kun~ it hurts~" they were shocked and they definitely KNEW who this voice belongs to and other voice said "Just a little more" WHICH WAS OBVIOUSLY FROM YUTA the nosy first+second years + Gojo burst into the room but turns out Yuta is just removing charcoal mask from DD!r face lol

note: not gonna lie, this one was a little rushed, and the ending is shit. but honestly - i love this too much. i had a little too much fun writing this idea whenever i have time in between, and i love the idea of gojo just being a menace to anyone trying to get some head cx since i headcanon he finds joy in blueballing people for absolutely no reason.

pronouns: she/her

daydreaming!reader masterlist

It was a weekend; where most of the students are given days off from their classes and missions. Like any other weekend the students have decided to spend most of it at home; they had already gone out the night before with Gojo to a festival that was happening near by. So they took the opportunity to unwind after a long week, enjoying the time they have as students to do things teenagers will usually do. 

Well, for almost everyone. 

Maki, having grown up in the Zen’In clan, had never grown up watching many children shows and movies that shaped many of her fellow classmates’ childhoods. After the others had found out, they had subjected Maki to a weekend movie date - every weekend, regardless of what day it is, they will be watching either a few episodes or a few movies from a series to ‘educate’ Maki. 

Usually it’s a huge event, where everyone would make time out of their day to sit in the rec room. Toge and Nobara are in charge of preparing the list of movies or shows they should watch, putting tabs on the shows that Maki does and doesn’t like so they can come up with more titles that might appeal to her. However, because of Yuta having returned from a trip, Y/N and him had opted out from watching movies to sleep in for the day. 

And because the others wanted to give them some time together, they didn’t bother to knock on their door when they’ve decided to watch a few movies before dinner time. So the others got comfortable and Nobara started the movies, getting into the groove of watching the movies and enjoying their free day together. Gojo was also in the mix, letting Toge and Yuji to lean against him whilst they shared a bowl of popcorn together.

It didn’t take long for a few hours to pass, and soon Yuji and Megumi got up to prepare dinner for everyone - they were planning to have curry for dinner. So the others went about collecting the trash from their snacks whilst the others picked up the blanket and throw pillows they were using. Maki, who folded and stored away the extra blankets into Yuji’s room, since he had took out a few blankets from his wardrobe. 

“Can you get the couple to come out for dinner?,” Nobara called out to Maki as the older girl looked over at her, who just hums with a nod before she closes the closet and made her way towards the female dorms. It didn’t take long for her to reach Y/N’s door, yet before she can knock she heard a weird noise coming from inside. Maki pauses before she presses her ear against the door to hear things properly, squinting a little to try and make out all the now quiet noises that was coming from Y/N’s room. 

“W-Wait, Y-Yuta...it hurts...”

Y/N’s whines were quiet and somewhat muted, but there was no mistaking what Maki had heard. Her words had Maki widening her eyes in shock as she presses her ear closer to the door, her ears managing to catch Yuta letting out a soft grunt before a breathless chuckle was heard. 

“Don’t push me away like that, babe. I promise to be gentle.”

Nobara had just left Yuji’s room, humming to herself as she made her way towards the dining hall, only to pause when she saw her senpai pressing her ear against Y/N’s door. “Maki-senpai? What are you-,” Nobara started, only to be stopped by a glare and a quiet hiss. Wordlessly Maki gestures for Nobara to come over, the younger girl giving the older girl a confused glance whilst Maki scowls and nods her head against the door; indicating for her to press her ear against the door like Maki had done earlier. 

A normal person would have questioned Maki, since it was weird to be listening into other people’s rooms; but it was Y/N they were talking about. The only time Maki will usually do something like this would be when she was concerned that something is happening to Y/N - and that was the only reason why Nobara had did as she was told. As confused as she was about the entire thing.

Another soft whine of pain and what sounded like comforting words being murmured to Y/N in a much deeper voice; a voice that belongs to one and one person only. Nobara had parted her lips to let out a gasp, only for Maki to swiftly push her hand against her mouth with wide eyes; silently telling her to keep her mouth shut. Nobara caught onto the message fast enough, Maki quietly lowering her hand from her mouth before she leans closer to whisper into Nobara’s ear. 

“Are they -”

“What on Earth are you two doing?”

Gojo’s curious but quiet voice came from somewhere beside the girls, causing both of them to jump and barely managed to keep their scream of shock in. Gojo had been tasked to grab some ingredients from Yuji’s room, and was confused at the sight of the two girls pressing their ears against Y/N’s door with wide and shocked eyes. Yet Gojo can read rooms pretty well, and he was sure that there was a reason as to why Maki and Nobara were huddled together in front of Y/N’s dorm room door. 

So, without asking them another question, he walks towards the girls before he leans over them to press his ear against the smooth wooden door that was free from decorations. Only to freeze from shock at what sounded like some squishy water sounds along with a soft chuckle from Yuta, Y/N letting out a soft whine of discomfort.

“Don’t squirm too much. We’re almost there, dolly.”

Without even hesitating Gojo pulled himself back before he grabbed the doorknob, and before Maki can stop him he pushed it open; rushing himself inside. “No funny business under my roof!,” Gojo yells at the top of his lungs, expecting to catch Yuta and Y/N in a very compromising position. Sure - he shouldn’t be the one to be commenting on what the students do in their relationship. They are all smart enough to work their way around things like condoms and birth control, and he was definitely in no position to judge what people do in their more ‘intimate’ aspects of their relationship.

He had expected to have to see Yuta on top of Y/N in a very compromising position, having to see both of their horrified expressions at getting caught. 

What he hadn’t expected was to see them both of them very much clothed and seated on Y/N’s bed. One of Yuta’s hands were resting on the side of Y/N’s neck carefully whilst his other hand was holding onto a damp towel stained black with the remanence of what seemed to be a charcoal mask. A mask that Yuta was trying to get off a pouting Y/N’s face.

“Uh...hi?”

Yuta’s voice was confused yet awkward, black hair being pushed back with a panda themed headband whilst he awkwardly places the wet towel back into the small pail, where he quietly wets the face towel once more. “No more~,” Y/N whines when Yuta reaches over to rub the remaining of the mask off her face, squirming away from Yuta’s fingers whilst he cooed at her to keep still; reassuring the pouting and teary girl that they were almost done. 

Maki, having never expected this to be the reason why Y/N was whining, felt her cheeks warm in embarrassment. Nobara, on the other hand, related to why Y/N was whining and pouting - taking a charcoal mask off was definitely a huge pain. And may times she’d end up in tears as well, along with sensitive skin that was warm to the touch. Gojo, who had fully expected to catch them in the act of something indecent, seem to deflate at the sight of them doing something so innocent. 

“I really thought you two would be fucking.”

BONUS: 

“Sensei, don’t you think it’s a bit weird that your first response was to barge into the room?”

The others, including Yuta and Y/N, had gathered for dinner in the dining hall. Yuji, like promised, had made curry for everyone as Gojo told everyone what had happened earlier. This had Yuta’s cheek flaring up in embarrassment as he hastily explain to the others staring at him - Y/N, having gotten a charcoal mask delivered, had asked Yuta if he wanted to try them with her. He had agreed, as if he had the heart to say no to her puppy eyes in the first place. 

But Y/N, being the adorable softy she was, regret it once the mask had dried and she had to wipe it off. Yuta, who was the only one at the room, had to try and coax Y/N to take the mask off, starting the back and forth between him and the teary Y/N. However, Yuta wouldn’t have expected for his sensei to think about that of all things.

“How was I supposed to know that the two of them are just doing something so innocent?,” Gojo grumbles through his mouthful of rice, swallowing it before he jabbed his spoon towards the table. “You are all teenagers. I don’t want a mini kid running around the campus - it’s too early for that,” Gojo said with a soft shake of his head, his words causing Yuta to chock on his food; face red at the idea that the others thought that both of them were having sex.

“S-Still - opening the door?,” Yuta managed out after taking a few gulps of water, giving Gojo a wide eyed look whilst the older man just grumbled and pouts at him. “I just wanted to make sure you’re not defiling our beloved Y/N,” Gojo grumbles before he wraps his arm around Y/N, who looks up with wide eyes as she chews her mouthful of potato and rice. His words just flew over her head, but the others just glanced at Yuta; who had covered his face in his hands as he sunk deeper into his seat. He was probably hoping a hole would open up beneath him so he can disappear forever. 

Maki, who does felt guilty for starting the entire thing, awkwardly coughs before she pats Yuta on the back. Hoping that her awkward but genuine support would make him feel a little better. 

“I think Y/N will kill Yuta from shock first if she even brought up the topic of sex.”

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[adoringhaikyuu]

you’re horny on your period 

characters: aone + atsumu + kageyama + kenma + (gn!reader) 

request: hey babes, can i request hq boys (of ur choice, but with tsumu on it pls) with a fem s/o whos on her period and very horny? lol, if ur uncomfortable with it i'll totally understand • by anonymous

warnings: horny tings, suggestive tings, period sex mentions but nothing actually happens <3

notes: everyone is 18+ in this !! the reader has their period obviously but there are no pronouns used so technically it’s gn :) i actually rly like this one!

aone 

you tried to get over it, but it was no use

it’d been an hour and you were still needy, an unsatisfied ache in the pit of your stomach and between your legs, not just because of your cramps

you were debating telling aone because you didn’t to bother him and period sex could be messy and some might even say gross

but of course, like the observant boyfriend he is, he noticed something was bothering you

aone walked into your bedroom, immediately sensing your discomfort. he stopped in front of the bed where you were sitting. his voice was gentle, despite his serious exterior but you could tell he was worried. “cramps?” 

you paused, deciding to speak before you changed your mind. “yeah, but that’s not really what’s bothering me...” 

he raised his brows, silently asking you to explain so he could help you.

“i...” you rubbed your thighs together, shuffling on the bed nervously as you focused your eyes on the sheets rather than his curious eyes. “i’m just feeling kind of needy?”

he stayed standing, “oh...would you like me to help?”

“yes–no?” you looked up to see him tilting his head at you, confused. “i just know some people find it gross and it can be messy, you know? don’t wanna be a bother.” 

“your issue is the mess?” 

you nodded and he hummed before leaving without another word. you sunk down a bit. you were fully prepared for it to go either way, but the rejection still kinda hurt a bit. you were about to go to the shower to take care of yourself when aone came back into the room, a towel and wipes in his hand. 

you looked up at him shocked, “what––”

he put the towel down and set the wipes aside, “for the mess.”

you immediately got up and pulled him in for a kiss, making his eyes widen slightly before he gave in, holding you by the waist. you mumbled against his lips, “i love you so much.” when you pulled away, you noticed the light blush and subtle smile on his face.

he licked his lips. “i love you too.” 

atsumu

normally when you were on your period, you wouldn’t let tsumu touch you tbh

period sex was a hassle

and normally you could control yourself or just take care of yourself on your own time in the shower or while he was out

but today for some reason, you needed him 

well you knew the reason actually––

as soon as atsumu came home, drenched in sweat from the gym, his grey tank top practically glued to his torso. you could see his neck shining and even his hair was wet, which you saw once he took off his cap. 

he set things down and immediately ran over to you on the couch to give you a quick kiss. “hey babe,” he grinned and stood up straight, stretching his arms behind his head, which wasn’t helping you at all. “damn that workout was intense, i’m beat. i’m gonna head to the shower, okay? then we can cuddle.” 

you opened your mouth but didn’t say anything, nodding instead. he smiled and headed towards the bathroom but he only made it about three steps before you stopped him with a call of his name, the sight of his back only furthering the feelings you had.

he turned back, “yeah?” 

you paused, “i um...” you sighed, “i need you.”

you could see a smile forming it’s way onto his face slowly, not wanting to get his hopes up too soon. he always wanted to help you out on your period but you’d never let him. 

“like need me need me?” 

you nodded “but we’ll only do it in the shower!” 

the smile finally burst on in his face. he made his way over to you again and planted a big kiss on your lips, groaning happily when you moaned lightly. 

“on second thought another workout doesn’t sound too bad.” he winked and smiled cheekily before throwing you over his shoulder and running to the bathroom, ignoring your yelp. 

“what got you so worked up anyway?” he asked casually, stepping into the bathroom. 

he set you down and you looked up at him sheepishly, “you...”

he grinned smugly, his hands reaching for your shirt. “oh i am so blowing your back out–”

kageyama

you tried to ignore what you were feeling, not wanting to ruin the moment since you and kageyama loved to do this every week

have a movie night and just relax

and you now he’d been working really hard lately so he deserved some rest

but you had a problem

you kept fidgeting in your seat next to him, trying to either relieve yourself slightly or make it go away, you weren’t too sure

and to be honest you weren’t really paying attention to it and kageyama could tell

after twenty minutes or so into the movie, he asked you what was wrong but you waved him off, assuring him it was nothing

but you couldn’t help but focus on him, the sharp cut of his jawline, the curve of his lips

then he put his hand on your thigh and you got to thinking of the feeling of his hands on you

and that sent you down a tunnel of unholy thoughts

kageyama felt your fingertips tracing the veins in his hands and tried to ignore it at first, keeping his eyes trained on the tv. but when you let your fingers trail up along his arm as well, his hand subconsciously squeezed your thigh and his eyes widened when you let out a quiet moan.

you both paused and kageyama turned his head slowly, eyes wide and looked at you, his lips parted. “are you–” he swallowed, trying to calm himself down. “okay?” 

you looked over at him, trying to act innocent. “mhm. just tickled, that’s all.” 

he nodded and turned back to the screen, and you tried to as well, but you kept glancing back at him, debating with yourself about whether or not you should say something. you didn’t want to be selfish and disrupt the movie, but you also couldn’t ignore what you were feeling, it was too intense. 

it lasted about five minutes before he looked at you from the corner of his eye. “you know i can see you watching me, right?” 

you felt your cheeks heat up and you huffed. “i’m sorry i just...” he turned to face you fully, curious and a bit concerned. his hand trailed up to your inner thigh, completely innocently and that’s when you decided you couldn’t hide it anymore. 

“i’m horny tobio.” 

his eyes brightened and he stuttered for a bit, “o–oh. well––do you want me to help?” he started to move closer but you looked to the side and he stopped. 

“it’s just––i’m on my period.” when he didn’t say anything for a few seconds you looked back to find him staring at you blankly.

he tilted his head and looked from side to side. “and?” 

you opened your mouth and closed it. “well...i’m, you know...bleeding...doesn’t that bother you? it’ll take more like effort and i know you’re tired––”

he cut you off, placing a hand under your chin, a shy smile on his face. “i don’t care about that. plus wouldn’t it help with your cramps?” 

you nodded, “well, only if you make me cum.” 

his brows furrowed, offended. “i always make you!” 

“yeah you do.” you laughed, taking his hand in yours, making him smile at you. “but are you sure you want to do this now? it might get messy.”

he leaned in and kissed your cheek before pulling back to look at you earnestly, his eyes a shade darker. “i don’t care.” he kissed you on the lips, “all i care about,” his hand tilted your head and pulled you closer, whispering against your lips. “is making you feel better.” 

kenma

kenma could tell something was off about you

he knew you were on your period but there was something else that he couldn’t figure out

he was waiting for you to tell him but you never did

the thing is, you’d just moved in together a few months ago and while you’ve had a couple periods in the same house 

(which he’s totally normal about) 

you haven’t done anything while you were on your period

normally you’d take care of yourself, but you felt a little self conscious about doing it in your shared house for some reason 

and kenma like never left the house

sure, he had his headphones on a lot but still––

so you were a little tense and though you thought he was distracted, he definitely noticed

kenma stepped into your room and you smiled up at him before going back to your phone, thinking he was switching from the ps4 to the pc set up in your bedroom. but he didn’t, he came and stood next to your side of the bed, making you look up at him in surprise. 

“oh hey ken,” you sat up, your legs pressed tightly together. “what’s up?”

he looked at you for a moment before speaking up. “nothing...what’s wrong with you?”

your brows furrowed, “what do you mean?”

he sighed. “i can tell something’s wrong...” he looked down, a bit shy. “i was waiting for you to come to me about it but you never did. was it something i did?”

your eyes widened, he’d noticed? “no––no you didn’t do anything wrong babe.”

“oh.” he nodded, crouching down beside you, resting his chin on the mattress. “then what is it? i can tell it’s not nothing.” 

you swallowed and set your phone down before looking down at him. “i just...” you sighed, “i’m kind of worked up...and i was too nervous to do something about it.” 

his eyes widened this time. “oh––”

you looked away. “yeah.” 

“well you don’t have to be nervous about that.” he stood up, a small smile on his face. “that’s perfectly fine.” 

you looked up at him, “oh, really?”

he nodded, “of course.”

you smiled, “oh thank you. so how long are you staying out for?”

his brows furrowed, “what? why would i leave the house––”

“wait you wanna stay?––” you paused, “well can you at least put your headphones on and close the bedroom door on your way out?” 

he blinked at you. “how can i help you if i’m not in the room?” 

you blinked back. “you want to help me?” 

he blushed and nodded sheepishly, “yeah...why wouldn’t i?” 

you stuttered a bit, “well i just––you know i’m bleeding, that could get messy...” 

he paused and glanced around the room seemingly in thought, and you figured that he was rethinking the whole situation until he spoke up again. “well i want you to be comfortable and the shower isn’t the best place for that...so how about i just get a towel to put here instead?” 

you stared at him for a few seconds, “each day i fall more and more in love with you.” 

he blushed even deeper and tried to hide his smile as he turned around, “shut up––i’m going to get the towel.” 

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Your Name Engraved Herein (Part 3)

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have known Wanda since you were ten until destiny drifted you apart. What would happen when you meet her twelve years later after you join the avengers?

Warnings: Angst

Word count: 2.5k

a/n: I hope you enjoy how the series goes! Again, tell me what you think about this by commenting, reblogging or leaving me an ask. Bold and italic fonts indicate flashback.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Christmas Spin-off

Chapter 3

Wanda stops moving until she is right in front of you. Her hands are trembling slightly when she tries to raise them and touch your face. You see her hand pauses in the air for a moment, not sure if she should go ahead, until you nod at her.

You feel her fingers touching your face hesitantly. Her fingers are a bit cold, just the same as you remember.

“Take your blanket with you!” You whispered and rolled over to make room for Wanda to hop onto your bed.

Wanda placed her blanket over yours before joining you in the bed. You shivered when her hand touched you accidentally under the blankets.

“Your hands are freezing.”

Both of you giggled when she tried to tickle you. You grabbed her wrists to stop her but you did not let her go.

You rubbed her hands gently with both of your palms. “Better?”

Wanda smiled at you.

“Am I dreaming?” Tears well up in Wanda’s eyes, and they run down her cheeks the moment she blinks.

“No.” You do not mean to whisper, but you are struggling to speak with the lump in your throat.

“We-I thought you were dead. I tried to ask the SHIELD to look for you but nothing came up. H-how is this possible?”

You notice the change in the use of pronouns. It was always “we”. And her accent is also gone.

“I guess you can never look for a Widow in the record,” you try to laugh it off, “Wanda…I’m sorry about Pietro. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for both of you.”

You slowly pull Wanda into a hug and she remains there stiff at first. But it only takes a brief moment for her to bring her hands to your back. She buries her face in your shoulder and you can feel your shirt dampened. You pat her hair gently as she is sobbing, and it turns out to be wailing eventually, “everyone’s gone. You, Pietro, Vis…”

Vis…you assume she is referring to Vision. You are not sure what happened between them but you know it is not the right time to ask.

So you just stroke Wanda’s head and repeat,

“I’m here now.”

//

You can not sleep.

You stroll around the compound, familiarizing yourself with the structure again before walking into the common area and make yourself a cup of coffee.

The compound is silent at night. Not many people are left here after the final battle against Thanos according to Natasha. The original Avengers drifted apart, that is why they need the new blood to join the team.

You turn down the volume of the television until you can barely listen to the lines. You keep flipping the channels and try to look for something to watch, but not many options are available in the middle of the night.

You eventually decide to play The Modern Family on Netflix. It becomes a habit of yours after being forced to watch sitcoms with Wanda for several years since you moved out from the orphanage and lived on your own. Until you volunteered to the Hydra of course.

A life like this should be perfect. It is like everything you have dreamed about since you were a kid…you have your own room, you can take sips of coffee whenever you want, you get to choose the television program you love, your job is still dangerous yet you can make the decisions on your own. You are here with Wanda now. Everything is perfect.

But then why can’t you sleep?

//

You are spacing out until you hear footsteps approaching from a distance. Your body tense and you reach for the gun placed on the coffee table instinctively.

Your shoulder drop a bit when you recognize the footsteps belong to Natasha. But you do not let go of the gun until you see her stepping into the room.

“Good morning,” Natasha raises her brows when she notices the gun in your hand but she does not say anything about it, “morning person?”

“Not really. Just years of habits.” You shrug.

Natasha hums in agreement while pouring herself a cup of coffee. Neither of you speak again until she decides to join you by sitting on the other end of the couch.

Natasha takes a sip from the cup before speaking, “so…Yelena told me you’ve known Wanda since you were kids.”

You nod but do not say anything in return as you can feel Natasha is coming up with something else.

“Please help her.”

You swallow thickly at Natasha’s words. “What happened between Vision and Wanda?”

“They were in love with each other…until Wanda had to destroy the mind stone by herself in order to save the world.” You clench the handle of the mug a bit harder unconsciously.

“That happened five years ago. But since Wanda was snapped, it just felt like yesterday for her.” Natasha takes a deep breath before continuing, “I almost had to drag her out of the room to meet you yesterday.”

Tears are shimmering in Natasha’s eyes as she speaks.

“I-I‘ll try my best.”

That is everything you can manage to say.

You can not imagine how much pain Wanda is suffering at this moment. You want to help without any doubt. But she did not even tell you what happened by herself yesterday.

So can you?

//

Natasha leaves for her morning training session after the short conversation, whereas you start making breakfast for the four of you with ingredients you can find in the fridge.

Nothing fancy. Just toast, eggs and bacon with hot coffee and tea.

You remember Wanda is not a big fan of coffee.

You bang on Yelena’s door after you have finished preparing breakfast.

Nothing.

“Yelena! Get your ass up now or I’ll throw your breakfast into the bin!” This is like a routine since you started working with her two…seven years ago. You roll your eyes when you hear Yelena growling inside the room.

You then walk to Wanda’s room and hover at the doorway for a while before plucking your courage to knock on her door.

“Wanda…I’ve made some breakfast. Do you wanna join us?”

You are going to leave when you hear an indistinct sound moving across the room. The door opens slowly the next second and you see Wanda standing right across from you, her eyes swollen and black circles are evident under her eyes.

“Y/N…thank you,” Wanda smiles weakly at you, “I’ll join you when I get ready.”

Your heart aches in the chest seeing Wanda being so vulnerable. You take a step closer to her, “that’s okay Wanda…you don’t hav-”

“No please…I want to. I don’t wanna miss having breakfast together with you. Like the old times.”

You nod slowly, knowing it is useless to say anything when Wanda is determined in doing something. “Take your time then.”

Wanda smiles softly at you before closing the door. You are walking back to the common room when you hear footsteps following you.

“Wanda I’ve made some breakfast. Do you wanna join us?” Yelena mimics what you have just said moments ago.

“Shut up Yelena.” You can not help but roll your eyes, at the same time a bit embarrassed at the fact that Yelena overheard your whole conversation with Wanda. So you just rush into the common room and pretend you do not hear Yelena’s giggles behind you.

You notice Wanda goes for the coffee when she joins you for breakfast.

//

Wanda is curling on the bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment with Vision in her mind over and over again.

She turned down the invitation offered by Y/N to hang out with Yelena at night after they finished training with Natasha. Y/N nodded in understanding before waving her goodbye and left. She did not show anything on her face and Wanda thought she was totally fine with it. Until she caught a glimpse of Y/N’s facial expression when she turned around.

It was nothing. Just Y/N tugging her lower lip between her teeth. But Wanda knows that face. Y/N always does that when she is nervous…or sad.

Wanda knows she can not keep on like this. But she can not stop it.

Her mind is wandering when she hears raindrops splashing on the window. It is getting louder and louder so Wanda turns over to look at it.

“Did Y/N bring the umbrella with her today?” Wanda frowned when she noticed the rain started falling outside.

“Why would I know?” Pietro shrugged dismissively when lying on the sofa.

“You’re terrible, Pietro.” Wanda threw the remote control at him and he caught it just in time. “And no she didn’t,” Wanda said when she found Y/N’s umbrella in their room, “Pietro get up. Go give her the umbrella.”

“No.”

“You’ve nothing to do at home!” Wanda glared at her brother with her hands on the hips.

“Yes I have. I need to…think.”

“You’re more than terrible.” Wanda sighed in defeat when walking to the front door.

“Don’t act like you don’t like bringing Y/N her umbrella. I’m just offering you an excuse!” Wanda rolled her eyes when she heard Pietro shouting from the house.

Wanda does not realize she has an umbrella clenched in her hand until the rumble of distant thunder draws her attention back. Wanda looks down at the umbrella in her hand and thinks for a moment before setting it down on the table.

Tears glazes over Wanda’s eyes and formed in the corners when she lays her back on the bed again.

//

All your efforts to approach Wanda are in vain. She will simply smile softly and make up different excuses each and every time when you try to ask her out. No matter if it is a meal or a movie, or simply inviting her to join you for some sitcoms.

She rarely shows herself up in the compound except for meal time. And you do not have to be her old friend or a professional spy to tell that even when she is eating with the three of you, she is forcing a halfhearted smile whenever she is being addressed.

So to say you are shocked to see Wanda in sportswear when you run into her at the entrance after finishing your morning run today will be an understatement.

“Are you going out?” You can not help but ask curiously.

“Y/N! Yeah…I just felt like going for a walk when I woke up today.” A small smile appears on Wanda’s face as she sees you, and you can not help but smile back. Your heart warms at her smile - apparently she is in a good mood today and there is really not much else you can ask for.

“Great! Do you want m-us to go with you?” You try to make your tone sound as casual as possible.

“Oh no…I’ve heard from Natasha you’re going to have a meeting with the officials today.” You pout and roll your eyes slightly as Wanda reminds you of what is waiting for you ahead. Wanda chuckles as she continues, “and it’s not like anyone can hurt me.”

“I’d rather go out with you than staying in the same room for hours with those idiots.” You sigh, already getting a migraine when you think of the meeting.

“Should I take this as a compliment?” Wanda raises her brows when challenging you.

“You should.” Both of you giggle, and you simply can not put it into words how much you miss this. “Bring me with you next time.”

Wanda nods and waves you goodbye. You take one last look at her back before heading to your room to get yourself ready for the meeting.

//

The meeting is much more boring than you have expected. Both Yelena and you are staring into space whereas Natasha is the only one who tries hard to maintain the conversation with the officials in suit.

Until you notice the pounding rain outside.

You glance up quickly at the clock and realize it is only thirty minutes ago when you met Wanda at the entrance.

You try to persuade yourself that Wanda should have come back to the compound since it started raining. There is just no reason for her to stay in the rain.

Right?

But you can not ignore the twitching in your stomach as time passes by. Until you can not stand it anymore.

Everyone seems to be startled when you spring from your seat, “I’m sorry…I’m not feeling very well. Would you excuse me?” You do not wait for any response before rushing out of the room.

“Nice touch Y/N! I can’t believe you’d actually do this!” You hear Yelena shouting as you close the door.

“Friday, is Wanda back?” You press the button agitatedly when you hurry into the elevator.

“No. Ms Maximoff has not come back yet. Do you want me to reach for her?”

You doubt if Wanda has her phone with her when she went out in the morning. However, you still ask Friday to give it a shot, “yeah…ask her to call me back if she picks up the phone.”

You dash into the rain with an umbrella in your hand.

//

You hate how big the facility is. It takes you at least fifteen minutes before you finally notice someone in the downpour.

Your breath hitches when you notice Wanda from a distance. She is sitting by the roadside, hugging her knees to herself.

You walk slowly to her side and hold the umbrella over her head. It takes her a while to notice you are there and she finally turns her head to look up at you.

Wanda is drenched. Her hair which always cascaded perfectly over her shoulders is now soaked and flattened. You can not tell which are her tears and which are the raindrops on her face.

“All I wanted…all I ever wanted was just a walk,” Wanda tries to catch her breath after choking with sobs, yet the sentence still comes out incoherently, “am I-am I asking for too much?”

Wanda is complaining about the weather. But you know deep down in your heart there is something more she is talking about -

Vision. You suppose.

You are opening your mouth to say something when Wanda cuts you off, “go back Y/N. I’m fine. I’ll be right back.”

You gaze up at the sky and it is not like the rain is going to stop in a while. You think for a brief second before putting your umbrella down and sit next to Wanda.

Your clothes are already soaked after running in the rain for fifteen minutes even though you have a umbrella with you. Yet, you can feel the raindrops spattering directly on your face now.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Wanda widens her eyes at you.

“I’m here with you this time.”

Wanda looks into your eyes for a few seconds before she takes a deep breath and leans her head on your shoulder.

“What if you are gone too?” You hear Wanda mumbling in the rain.

You know you can not make any promise as long as you are in this line of work.

So all you can do is to hold her hand tightly in the rain.

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[9.45] yeosang × single mom!reader

⇀ being a single mom, you'd obviously be worried about your child's wellbeing. In this case though? Your child's relationship with your boyfriend. But honestly, this is Kang Yeosang we're talking about, what could possibly go wrong?

When you got home that afternoon, the last thing you expected to see was your apartment being so quiet.

You've raised a beautiful baby girl on your own so it's only natural for you to experience chaos every day and ever since little Jueun started kindergarten, her social skills had progressed slightly.

Jueun, the light of your life, is a shy little girl, having only several constant people in her life which made her not so easily open to other people that she had just met. While other children would run off to make friends on the first day of kindergarten, Jueun went straight to the book collection about dinosaurs.

Yes, dinosaurs.

She's a little quirky like that.

Ask her what she wanna be when she grows up, she'll tell you she wants to be a princess with a pet ankylosaurus.

Knowing her introversion, you had hesitated on letting your boyfriend, Yeosang, and her to meet. It's not because you're afraid that they won't like each other or that Jueun would feel that you'd force him as her new daddy, but simply because you're afraid that they won't have anything to talk about.

You initially introduced them to each other when you had been in a relationship with Yeosang for 3 months, before that you had only told both of them stories about the other, buttering them up to like the other.

Not so surprisingly though, Yeosang had told you that he likes Jueun even before meeting her. Which was a relief to say the least. So when they met, Yeosang tried so hard to make Jueun like him. This effort doesn't go unnoticed by the little girl, but she didn't immediately take a liking to him. You've always been there to mediate between the two even though they had known each other for well over half a year now.

Today however, you had no other choice but to ask Yeosang for help picking Jueun up from kindergarten as you were swamped with a project at work.

Yeosang was more than happy to provide aid, but the notion that he'd be alone with the kid whom he doesn't know whether or not she likes him almost made him puke.

But he sucked it up.

He walk up to the gates of the kindergarten, approaching the teacher on standby, "I'm Kang Yeosang, I'm here to pick Jueun (Y/L/N) from class A-3," he said, smiling awkwardly. The teacher smiled brightly at him while nodding, "of course! Ms. (Y/L/N) called in earlier and told us that you'll be picking her up, I'll go get her," then she walked into the building to get Jueun.

Whilst waiting, Yeosang could feel himself sweating a little, nervous about how Jueun would react when seeing him instead of her mom.

When he saw Jueun came out with her backpack strapped on, looking cuter than a bunny with marshmallows stuffed into its cheeks, he smiled brightly at her.

Jueun's eyes wide when she saw Yeosang, having been familiar with him but never really surpasses any significant level with him.

"Hey, Jueun-ie," Yeosang greeted, crouching down to her height. She smiled shyly at him, making his insides clench at the effortless adorableness. "Your mommy need to work a little longer, would it be alright if I take you home?" Honestly, Yeosang didn't know why he asked that in the first place, but knowing that this particular little kid is smarter than most kids her age, he felt like the question was appropriate.

A sudden look of determination appeared on Jueun's face as she nodded eagerly. She knew how important she and Yeosang is to you. Knowing how much you love and provide for her, she's beyond willing to try and let Yeosang in.

Yeosang stood up and was about to walk but Jueun raised her right hand up at him, "safety, mommy said I have to hold her hand at all times, so I should hold yours," she said.

Hearing that, Yeosang smack his forehead dramatically, "ugh! Of course! How bad of me to be so careless!" He said as he grab Jueuen's hand as she giggled at how silly he sounded.

During the walk, Yeosang tried asked her questions about what she did at kindergarten that day. Surprisingly, Jueun blabbered long about what she did, what she ate, who did what, and when was that.

As they walk home, Jueun suddenly stopped her steps in front of the convenience store right outside your apartment. When her steps halt, Yeosang's too.

Yeosang was about to ask her why she stopped walking but Jueun was already looking at him with her best puppy eyes. He crouched down in front of her, "what's wrong Jueun-ie? Why did you stop?" he asked to which Jueun pouted and pointed at the convenience store, "I want ice cream," she said sadly.

Her eyes alone rendered him defenseless. But he was hesitant because he knows that this is not his kid and he doesn't know whether or not you'd let her eat ice cream.

"I don't know, Jueun," he muttered, scratching the back of his head with his free hand. Realizing he's not outwardly saying no, Jueun pulled out the big guns, "pleeeeeease," she whined, wrapping her tiny arms around Yeosang's neck, "please, daddy, please," she pleaded as her pout deepens.

The use of the 'd' word-

No, not THAT 'd' word.

The use of said 'd' word made Yeosang's eyes widen to its maximum extent.

"D-d-did you j-just called m-me..." he trailed off, not really able to said the word himself. Whether or not Jueun realizes how much the word affect Yeosang was unclear, but she definitely knows, based on Yeosang's expression that she's getting what she wants.

"Please, daddy?" she asked one more time.

And true to her prediction, Yeosang scooped her in his arms and walked into the convenience store, letting her pick any ice cream she wants.

Jueun now knows that she has Yeosang in the palm of her hands by simply uttering the word 'daddy' to him.

Which is why as you got home at 7.30, you were greeted with the sight of Yeosang and Jueun in her little tea party table, wearing a tiara and pretending to sip some pretend tea.

Oh, and best part is. Yeosang is also wearing a tiara and a pink feather boa around his neck.

"Wow, you guys seem to be having a lot of fun together," you smirked, breaking their conversation as the little girl jumps up and run to hug your legs.

Yeosang stood up as well, pulling the feather boa from around his neck to set it on the table. He walked closer and peck your lips, "welcome home, love, how was work?" you sighed and shook your head at his question, "disastrous, but I don't wanna talk about it, I wouldn't want to ruin the fun that you're both having right now," you grinned down at Jueun, "how did you manage to get Yeosang to wear a tiara, baby?"

Jueun shook her head excitedly, "I didn't, mommy! Daddy put it himself!" your eyes widened at her choice of pronoun, snapping your head towards Yeosang who had a big, proud grin on his face, "yeah... I guess I'm her daddy now," he chuckled as Jueun decided to run out of the room.

"Yeosang, we never talked about this," you said to him lowly, not really wanting Jueun to hear your worries. Yeosang's grin dropped to a frown as he steps closer to you, taking both of your hands in his, "why? Do you not want her to see me as a father figure?" "It's not that, it's just," you paused, thinking of the right words before continuing, "I don't want her to be attached to someone she considered her dad only for that someone to leave her,"

Hearing that from you made Yeosang realize that it wasn't just you worrying over Jueun, but you're also worrying about yourself too and how it would affect you and Jueun if he leaves.

Smiling gently at you, Yeosang leaned his forehead against yours, "you don't have to worry about me leaving because I'm not gonna, I'm gonna stay with you both until you all get sick of me and kick me to the curb," he joked, making you laugh, "so please, can we celebrate the fact that Jueun called me dad and that I'm moving in with you two?"

You raised an eyebrow at him, "who said you're moving in with us?" "I did, yeah, Jueun's convinced there's an evil sorcerer living in her closet and I promised her that I'll shoo him away every night before bedtime,"

It warms your heart knowing that your two favorite person got along so well. Had you known that leaving them both alone together would end up like this, you would've done it months ago.

You were about to comment on him moving in again when suddenly Jueun's voice was heard from the kitchen, "daddy! I can't- I can't reach the ice cream!"

As soon as you both heard that, you narrowed your eyes at Yeosang, "you bought my kid ice cream?" to which he rolled his eyes at you, "well she's my kid now too," he defended. You couldn't believe that you'd ever hear him say that but hearing that he's Jueun's dad seems so natural to you.

Giggling, you pushed him out of Jueun's room, "well then, please go and handle your daughter,". He blushed slightly as he tried to suppress the grin that was threatening to form on his face. So he opted to ran to Jueun.

But before he could walk too far, you grab his hand to say something.

"By the way, congrats on being a dad,"

[ynscrazylife]

Hey !! i love ur writing style <3 i wanted to ask you if you could write a loki x reader where the reader and loki have been best friends for a long time now and after he faked his death in tdw he knocks on their door and the reader and loki have an argument and then they kiss?? maybe like the scene in crimson peak “you lied to me” “i did” “you told me you loved me” “i do” smth similar? :)

The Greatest Deception | loki angst fluff fic

Summary: After Loki reveals himself to be alive, Y/N has some choice words to say. Loki has a question.

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting! Also, I want to say that I fully support and acknowledge that Loki is genderfluid. Seeing as this fic was requested with Loki having he/him pronouns, I will use those pronouns. (Also, I didn’t know which pronouns you wanted me to write since you mentioned they for the reader but typically I use she/her, so lemme know if you want that edited)

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“Lady Y/N?”

The voice was muffled through the door and the one in question rolled from her side and onto her stomach as she laid in her bed. A low groan emitted from the creature whose limbs were tangled in the blanket and sheets.

. . .

“Lady Y/N?”

A short knock-knock accompanied the repeating words, and Y/N had a feeling of that the lovely woman who she’d love to talk to at any other time wouldn’t stop until she replied.

She pulled herself into a sitting position, smoothed over her unruly hair, and finally pulled the covers up so her pajamas wouldn’t be seen and called out, “Come in!”

The woman opened the door and sent her a sheepish smile. “The All-Father has requested your present, ma’am,” she informed her.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Do you know the reason as to why?” She quizzed.

The woman spared a quick, darting glance at Y/N’s window. “Well, the All-Father has requested all of the palace’s royals and higher-ups to gather in the courtyard. He is gathering local citizens for a, ah, play, and more would like, in this words, his ‘most esteemed confidants to enjoy,’,” she answered, subtly bouncing her weight from one foot to the other.

Y/N thought for a moment. This was the first time she was hearing that the King was holding a play — not to mention, the fact that the last play (if you could even call it that, because by Heimdall’s recounting it was horrific) was held before any of the children of Odin were born.

Just thinking about that caused a twinge to hit her stomach and for it to twist up. Loki. Odin’s youngest child and the one that had most recently left her, as he sacrificed herself to save his vaillant brother, Prince Thor. It had been weeks, maybe even a month, since Y/N had heard the news and had been resorted to a lonely, saddened version of herself. Loki was her best friend, the person she trusted more than anything and—no, no, who was she kidding? He’s more than that, and he deserves to be remembered as more than that by her.

He’s also the one that she loves, and has loved for at least the past year when she realized it.

Nonetheless, she had taken many steps to get through the grief of Loki’s dead — as had his father — and she wasn’t going to let all her hard work crumble down on one, singular thought.

“Very well, then. Please inform the All-Father that I will be there shortly, thank you,” she said.

The woman nodded and bowed her head before exiting.

Once the door had been fully shut and she could hear footsteps no more, Y/N crossed over to her window and drew back the curtains, not having missed the look at said window.

The sunlight poured into her room but the stage was indeed sent. Rows of fine chairs sat with rows of fine people in them. In front, Odin stood with a red curtain drawn closed behind him. His arms were gesturing wildly and he had a big grin on his face as he gave his speech.

Despite the curiosity that itched into Y/N’s face, she pushed it aside. She had never seen the King conduct himself in such ways, but alas, everyone grieved differently. So, she closed the curtains and got dressed for the day ahead.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

The moment Y/N stepped outside, she could’ve sworn that there was already long beads of sweat trailing down her skin. She let out a huff but journeyed on towards the courtyard, as this formal royal wear was necessary and she had no intention of pissing off Sir Snotty-Dickhead — as she called him (he had some fancy and long name she couldn’t remember, in her defense) — who was Odin’s right hand man.

By the time she got there, Odin was still rambling on with his speech, but his sudden notice of Y/N saved the guests from boredom.

“Aha, the guest of honor! Lady Y/N, herself,” Odin announced, bringing his hands together in a clap and gesturing for her to come toward him.

She betrayed herself and her cheeks involuntarily reddened as all eyes laid on her. She approached Odin and curtsied out of respect, but her mind was full of wonderings of why she, of all, would be singled out.

“I’m sure you all know who Lady Y/N is, yes?” He began, briefly pausing before continuing. “If you sadly do not, let me tell you. Lady Y/N had been a friend of the royal family, specifically my child, Loki’s—” the name caused her to suck in a sharp breath, “—and she was granted the title of Lady to uphold the image of the palace and to complete very important Asgardian duties.”

Once he stopped talking and the crowd clapped politely, Y/N took the opportunity she was presented before it’s door could close and quickly went and sat in her seat, the only seat not occupied yet, in the front row.

Odin then began speaking against whilst he walked to the side, “Speaking of my dear child Loki, this play that has been put together is one designed to honor him and his heroic sacrifice. Without further ado . . . ” He let his words trail off, and the red curtain pulled open.

Y/N’s face contorted into surprise at the words, not expecting this to take place. Again, she reminded herself, everyone grieved differently, so she decided to give it a chance. However, as the play went on, she was quick to realize that honoring Loki wasn’t the intention here. The horrid acting could be excused but Odin himself allowing this mockery of how Loki died? Of how he sacrificed himself? Well, with every second that passed, her face heated more and more — and not due to the sweat — and she grit her teeth, just barely refraining from yelling.

The worst part for her came though when the actor who played Loki did a dramatic reenactment of his sacrificed and the actor who played Thor did the worst fake crying ever. Y/N turned to the others, expecting them to be just as enraged as she was, but was floored to find that no—they were laughing. And not just that, but Odin was having himself a chuckle as well!

Her fingers tightly gripped the edges of her chair and she forced herself to look straight ahead, just about able to hold in her tears until the play was over and the actors bowed.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Afterwards, while everyone was standing and giving Odin rounds and rounds of praises, Y/N stayed rooted in her seat. She couldn’t just let this go by as if it were nothing, but she was struggling to compose herself to confront him.

After a couple minutes of going back-and-forth, she decided, screw composure. She didn’t have to be composed. She was allowed to be angry.

So, she stood up and marched straight for him.

“All-Father,” Y/N said through grit teeth, forcing herself to curtesy, “I request your company in private, if I may.”

It took Odin a moment to tear himself away from accepting his latest comment, but the way he quickly glanced over at Y/N, she knew that he had not noticed — or perhaps he did not care — the state she was in.

“My apologies, Lady Y/N, but should I depart now, I fear I shall upset my comrades!” Odin said, ending his comment in a boastful joy, which resulted in laughter and cheers.

He didn’t wait for her response before engaging in another conversation, and Y/N’s lips remained tightly shut until she decided to just go forth and let her stuffed-up emotions out.

“Fine. I will say it in front of everyone, then!” She said, firmly and loudly, gaining everyone’s attention. “That was a pathetic excuse to remember Loki . . . It was an insult! You mocked him, your own child! How could you even— I . . . I just don’t understand . . . He sacrificed himself for your son and for Asgard and this is how you repay him? God. I expected much, much more from you for him because I . . . Let’s just say that we both love Loki, in our own ways, and I-I . . . I am very disappointed.”

Wanting to flee from the tears that were now streaming down her face and from the silence that was pounding, she turned around and she walked away, the realization that she had just confessed her love in front of everyone hitting her.

“Lady Y/N!”

Odin’s words stopped her in her tracks, but she did not turn around. Just stood. Waited.

“He told Thor, before he passed, that he, uh . . . He loved you, too.”

Y/N stared straight ahead, her hand jutting out to grab the pillar next to her to steady herself.

Loki loved her?

She didn’t stop the tears from coming this time. She let them, and the sobs, overwhelm her.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

“Lady Y/N?”

The voice and the knock were much more stiff than they were this morning.

“Come in.”

Her response was devoid of emotion, much more curt than it was this morning.

The same woman turned the door’s knob and opened it, sending Y/N, who was curled up on her bed, head nestled into her knees, a wary look. “The All-Father has requested your presence at his quarters,” she said.

Y/N let out a small huff, in no mood to talk to the King after what had happened. She forced her head up and gazed boredom at the woman. “Is it an emergency?” She deadpanned.

The woman looked around the room and by her lack of response, Y/N knew that either she didn’t know or didn’t want to say.

She sighed. “I will be there shortly,” she said.

The woman nodded and wordlessly left.

After she did, Y/N stood up and went in front of her mirror, taking in her appearance. Her once brushed hair was now frizzy and in knots and her eyes were puffy and red. Angrily, she practically tore the hairbrush through her hair and dabbed at her eyes with makeup until the red could be seen no more. She had no intention of letting him see her this way.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Screw formalities, Y/N thought, as she walked straight into Odin’s quarters which composed of a small living room, a bedroom down the hall, an office, and a bathroom. She didn’t bother to curtsy or announce her presence.

When he finally and gradually turned around from whatever he was doing, a slight look of shock crossed his features, before he replaced it with a warm smile. “Y/N!” He said, but quickly corrected himself, “Lady Y/N.”

Y/N frowned and crossed her arms. “I hope that you have called me here to apologize,” she said, an icy edge to her voice.

Odin nonetheless looked at her kindly. “In a way, yes,” he vaguely said, before a magical transformation underwent before her.

His wrinkles disappeared, his beard disappeared, his grey hair turned jet black, and his clothes transformed into his usual wear.

No longer was the All-Father standing in front of her, but her best friend. The one she loved.

Taken by utter shock, Y/N instinctively stumbled back, her jaw dropping and her eyes widening. “What the hell is this?” She gasped out, not wanting to believe it at first. It was a cruel trick — it must be! There was no way.

“It’s me,” the mischievous deity said, a rare softness to his voice and in his eyes. He took a step forward, but then stopped himself. “I never died, I only impersonated my father.”

Y/N stared at him, angry tears coming to her eyes once more. “How?” She forced out, thinking that maybe she was dreaming. “Why?”

Loki looked around, slightly dumbfounded, as if he hadn’t expected anyone to question him. “I wanted the throne,” he answered, as if it were obvious and a perfectly acceptable reason.

Y/N stared at him as if he had grown two heads. To her, he might as well have.

“Oh, really? So you take over your father, trick everyone - me, your brother - into believing that you’re dead, you banish Sif . . . All because you wanted the goddamn throne?” She cried.

The cluelessness left his eyes and replaced itself with guilt, regret pooling inside him. He looked down, shoulders falling with a sigh.

“I’ve felt guilty tricking you ever since it had all went down. I wanted to tell you but, honestly, a part of me didn’t think you’d be that upset over my death. But you were really, so upset and I . . . I was lost. I didn’t know what to do. All I wanted to do was hug you and tell you that it was fine, that I was here, but I thought I’d screw up your emotions and hurt you even more,” he admitted.

Y/N just looked at him, her frown growing deeper. “That’s an awful excuse,” she hissed out, words laced with venom.

Loki immediately snapped his head up to look at her and his gaze held desperateness. “It’s not an excuse,” he said quickly. “It shouldn’t be. I’m . . . I’m so sorry. The last thing I ever wanted to was to trick you, and . . . I did. But today was the final straw. I couldn’t continue like that.”

Y/N took a step forward, having an inner battle in herself on whether or not to forgive him. “You lied to me,” she reiterated bluntly.

Loki nodded guiltily. “I did,” he agreed in a small voice.

She took a pause, taking in a deep breath. “You told me you loved me,” she added.

There was a brief moment of silence before Loki said, in the same small way but a little more firm now, “I do.”

Y/N kept walking, not even fully sure or convinced of what she was doing, but knowing that she needed to do it, until she was standing just inches away from him. They looked at each other for a couple moments, neither saying anything, until Y/N wrapped her arms around Loki. He returned the embrace.

“Never do that to me again!” She yelled through the tears that were now coming. God, was she tired of crying. Especially today.

Loki hugged her tighter, his own tears falling. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, and repeated that over, and over, and over again. “I’m an idiot.”

Y/N leaned back and cupped his face with her hands. The love she had for him overwhelmed her pain, and more than anything she needed him now. Besides, she could see his guilt. She could see the truth shining in his eyes. He wouldn’t do anything like this again, because he loved her. And she loved him.

“At least you’re self-aware,” she whispered through a sniff, taking a page out of his book with her joking remark. Before he could quip back (and she was sure he’d have an excellent one), she leaned forward and captured his lips in his a kiss. Loki smiled against her lips and wrapped his arms around her waist.

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Prominence [WCh. 70]

Social Media AU ; Idol AU ; Added Unit AU

TW: Language

CW: None

Genre: Comedy, Romance

Pairing: NCT x Idol!Reader, Park Seonghwa x Idol!Reader

Y/N Pronouns: Female (She/Her)

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Word Count: 2.9K

Notes: Not much to say about this one, I think I'll be shifting back to the social media part of this series more because hooo I have a lot of ideas! As always, please enjoy! :D

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

"Mark! Get your ass out of bed!"

Go figure, the first thing this duo did was go to Mark.

At this point NCThree was like hive mind, it was understood that there were no secrets between this trio and, if there were, there wouldn't be the next time they went out drinking together. Something their manager has chided them over before but, hey, they haven't gotten in trouble yet. With that said, there's understandably no boundaries between them either, a blessing and a curse, truly.

Barging into his room, the door slammed against the wall and the two people inside jumped up.

"Hey, Jaehyun, hey Yeseul, where's Mark?" You asked. Then you blinked once. They pulled away from each other. "Wait a second." Jaehyun cleared his throat and Yeseul flattened her shirt before darting up. Yangyang's jaw dropped and your face was stuck in one of shock. "Emily Yeseul Geraldine Song!" Your own jaw dropped after saying that, and Yeseul's face turned bright red.

"Your middle name's Geraldine?" Jaehyun asks. Yeseul puts a finger over her mouth before turning to you and Yangyang.

"Go! Get out of here!" Yeseul shoved you and Yangyang out and shut the door behind her. Two seconds later, she opened it and looked at you. "I'll fill you in later, (Y/N). Mark's in Jungwoo's room."

"Oh... okay..." you nodded. She spotted Mars at your feet and paused to pet him before she closed the door again. You looked at Yangyang. "Are they...?"

"Are they?"

"No!"

"They can't be!"

"Unless..."

"Unless!"

"We can hear you two! Scram! You're making Geraldine mad!" Jaehyun was next and, after hearing him wince from Yeseul undoubtedly hitting him with a pillow, you and Yangyang were quick to walk away, heading straight to Jungwoo's room. During this time, your mind flashed back to every single interaction between those two. True, you noticed something different about them lately. The way Yeseul always told him good morning when they crossed paths in the main room, or the way Jaehyun would ask how she's doing, but you just thought that was something they always did. After that happened, you decided to knock this time.

"Who is it?" Jungwoo's voice, oddly very chipper for this time of night.

"(Y/N) and Yangyang," Mars whimpered next to you, "and Mars, we need to rant to Mark," you responded. Within a few seconds, Mark was out of the room.

"What's-"

"Okay so here's the basic run down. Yangyang and I went out to dinner because food always makes me feel better, I found out he's been pining after me for three years, then we found out that the girl who's hell-bent on ruining my career stalked us over there, Mars bit her so she kicked him," Mars barked at this, "turns out Seonghwa was also there so I'm guessing this rascal escaped but," you took a deep breath, "turns out Seonghwa also knows Juliet and Juliet knows him and I think they used to date because she was like 'Seongie!' and I threw up in my mouth ugh so now he's dealing with that, I have Mars, and we figured we should tell you." Mark rubbed his tired eyes. He looks at Yangyang.

"Good job, man." He gives him a nod of approval.

"Thanks, it was pretty hard." Yangyang nods to himself.

"I bet." A sense of knowing fell between them, but you cut through their telepathic conversation.

"Wait, Mark, did you know?!" You clutched your heart in a joking manner. You were just thinking about how the three of you kept nothing from each other, this is embarrassing.

"Oh, yeah, I've known for a while now."

"And you guys kept this from me!" You gasped. Mars sits on your foot as you did so, tilting his head as if to say 'Mom, I would never lie to you!' And he wouldn't because he is a dog.

"Yeah, sorry, (Y/N)..." Mark yawns. "We'll make it up to you. Let's go out for BBQ later, we'll make Yangyang pay," he leans against the door. Before Yangyang could say anything, Mark continued, "I'm guessing you rejected him?"

"Yeah. Why would I say yes? I'm in a relationship, the first time I met Yangyang aside from having a breakdown was when he was trying to shove a silver tray into a microwave for his dinosaur chicken nuggets, and just the other day he was clowning my senior graduation picture. Why would I say yes?"

"I am literally right here," Yangyang whips his head towards you.

"Wait, wait, backtrack, did you say Juliet kicked Mars?" Mark is suddenly more awake. He bends down and holds Mars' face in his hands. "Where'd she kick you, bud?" He asks. Mars walks around to show his side. He looks over his shoulder and whimpers. Mark gasps and stands back up. "(Y/N), did you beat her up?"

"Yangyang stopped me!"

"Think of your image!" Yangyang, suddenly and partially offended, defends himself.

"Fuck my image! She kicked my son!" You argued back. A door opens behind you and Doyoung stares at the trio. His hair pushed up at one side and his glasses on loosely. The group stayed frozen in their position as Doyoung's eyes lazily dart to each of them. He drags a tired hand down his face and, with a loud sigh, he says,

"It's three in the morning."

"Sorry," all three of you mutter. The door opposite to you opens and Jungwoo, with his hairband on and a facemask applied, puts a hand on his hip and another on his door frame.

"Hyung! Are you serious? It was just starting to get good!" He shakes his head.

"Jungwoo, I'm tired."

"But Yangyang finally confessed and someone assaulted Mars I need to know the details! What's going on with these three and (Y/N)'s hot boyfriend is the only form of entertainment I have these days and I have bets with Xiaojun and Chenle on how the season finale is supposed to go and you just blew it this is supposed to be the climax of the knock off Boys Over Flowers plotline. Because how could any of us have realized that there was a second woman all along who's seeking the end of our dear Main Lead (Y/N) who I would quite literally take a car for and now I have to wait to find out what happens because you needed your beauty sleep!" Jungwoo spoke quickly, putting the entirety of NCT's rap line to shame. Doyoung stares at him before shutting the door. "Ugh, the nerve of him, good night, you three, and (Y/N) if you need anything let me know. Cold water is best to wash blood off of clothes after using hydrogen peroxide on it, okay? Okay," he closes the door himself.

"Okay, thank you," you said towards the door, not wanting to sound rude at all. You wondered if you should question his last statement. "Uh... let's go to my room," you whispered, not knowing what else to make of Jungwoo's monologue and deciding that ignorance was bliss. The two boys nodded and followed you out. Once you were in the safety of your room, the tea session began again. You filled Mark in on everything that had occurred from this morning up until now.

"Wow, this little guy went on an adventure, huh?" Mark, from his spot on the floor, rubbed the area between Mars' ears and the pup barked happily. Yangyang leaned forward, the back of the chair he was situated on leaning against his weight.

"So, Mark, what do you think?" He asks.

"I mean, I'm glad all that awkward stuff is out of the way. You guys... you're both still friends, right?" He looks between you and Yangyang. "Cuz like... I really like you guys. I don't want to lose it cuz Yangyang has second male lead syndrome."

"Dude!" Yangyang's jaw drops.

"Nah, we're fine, I think," you crossed your legs on your bed. "I mean, I'm gonna be honest here, it is kind of weird. I'm thinking back to a lot of things we did and like huh, you had a crush on lil' ol' me that entire time. But, I won't be weird about it if you aren't," you told him. Yangyang nods.

"I mean, I think I'm gonna lay low for a bit, let it wash over for a week or something. Like, I'm fine now, but later when I go to sleep I'm probably going to cry remembering that you called me annoying," he shakes his head. You extend your leg and push the roller chair he's on and he sadly rolls to the wall.

"You're the one who told me to make it hurt, you jerk," you scoffed and grabbed one of your pillows, hugging it to your chest and resting your chin on it. "You know, even Seonghwa caught on to it. He's been saying that he wants to talk to me about something, and whenever I bring up NCThree he gets kind of bothered. I figured it had something to do with either you or Mark, and I know it's not Mark because he adores you," you turned to Mark, "so I put two and two together and figured you probably said something that rubbed him the wrong way."

"I mean, I did have a crush on his girlfriend for a while."

"It's okay, Yang, maybe it's a good thing we're not dating."

"True, I think if you were both in a relationship you'd send the company to flames," Mark adds.

"I'll take this as divine interference then," Yangyang grabs your stress ball from your desk and starts playing around with it.

"Did you know Wooyoung made a whole slideshow on proof that you're head over heels for me?"

"He what?!" Yangyang caught the stress ball and squeezed it tightly. "You're joking."

"I'm not. It's a hundred slides long."

"Did you look through it?!"

"He showed me a couple of slides, but after that I couldn't stop laughing so I told him that he was just imagining things. I guess he was not just imagining things," you laughed.

"What was on it?"

"One of them was a clip from the Photograph behinds. Oh, man, I never knew I could give people real-life-anime-heart-eyes," you laughed.

"Hey! That's not true!" Yangyang shakes his head viciously.

"Yes, it is!" You and Mark both retaliate and he goes red.

"I'll take a picture of some of the slides and send them to you later," your laughter dies down. "Ah, you're cute Yangyang. I'm sure you'll find that special someone soon," you teased him.

"(Y/N), too soon," he nods slightly.

"Sorry, sorry, but if you're curious I know a certain someone who I trust and is interested." Yangyang only stares at you. You cleared your throat. "Who knows? Maybe your special person's Mark," you gestured towards the third member who was playing with Mars.

"Yeah! Wait, what did I just agree to?" You looked between you both and you and Yangyang began to laugh.

"Don't worry about it, Marky," you waved your hand. "But know I will hold you to it."

"Wait, but I don't know what... you know what, if it's you two, it's probably not anything bad," he shakes his head and picks up Mars' tug-of-war toy again. "So, what are we waiting for?"

"I'm assuming Hwa's going to call me tonight to explain things, or at the very least tell me where to meet up with him to talk it over," you sighed. "There's just so many things going on right now that I just have no clue. I feel so bad, he's getting wound up in all of this and you're both getting wound up in all of this... I'm so sorry," your voice got quieter with each word, but both of the boys heard you loud and clear.

"But, (Y/N), none of this is your fault," Mark says. "Like, you just wanted to get caught up with old friends and see how they're doing. Hell, I wish I could get caught up with my friends but they're all in Canada. How could you have known that one of them secretly hated you?" He frowns.

"That's true, I got blindsided by that," you shook your head. "And they've all been calling me, apologizing and all, and I was just so mean to some of them. Especially Carson, good god, he's the boyfriend of the girl who exposed me and... shit, he used to hold my hair up while I puked my brains out in a toilet from drinking too much and I blamed him for things he has no control over." The regret was clear on your face. "I have to call him tomorrow to apologize, he didn't deserve that."

"But I feel like he should've known that his girlfriend didn't like you," Yangyang reasons.

"True, he and Juliet had been dating for maybe four or five years now? They started a few months before Daniel and I broke up."

"Ugh, Daniel," both Yangyang and Mark's voices were disgusted.

"Hey! Hey, he actually didn't do anything," you couldn't believe you were defending him. "If anything, he's the one who got me out of there in the first place. Juliet had been giving me backhanded compliments the whole night so he staged a phone call from my manager to help me get out of there," you explained. You didn't hate Daniel, you just had no idea where he stood with you. You couldn't rule out the possibility that he and Juliet were in cahoots or whatever, but at the same time you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. You'll ask Carson for his number later. "I really have to make this up to Hwa, though. He's really been going through it. I feel horrible. I'm pretty sure the company's going to announce my indefinite hiatus tomorrow, so maybe I'll take him out somewhere nice."

"You should do that! Don't let some wacko fan get in between you two," Mark leans back on the palms of his hands. "Plus, you've been together this long, I'm sure you'll both work it out... Sorry, Yangyang, too soon?"

"Nah, I need to get over it anyway," Yangyang shakes his head. "But, Mark's got a point, (Y/N). The fact that he chose to stay after you got dragged on Twitter and literally called, and I quote, a "man-stealing-frivilous-harlot" is proof enough that you're both going to be fine."

"Oh god, I forgot about that," you cringed. "Ugh, relationships are hard. Good thing you're not in one."

"(Y/N)!" Mark's jaw drops.

"Sorry, badly timed humor, I'm stressing out, I don't even think I can sleep tonight because of this," you hugged the pillow tighter to your chest. "Good thing I'm probably not coming in to filming tomorrow." Then, just as you were about the continue, your phone on your desk started ringing. "Ah! Everyone shut up!" You scrambled to get up and grabbed your phone.

"None of us are talking," Yangyang shakes his head.

"Shh!" You and Mark both say as you answer it. Your hands were shaking, but you managed to press the correct button.

"At least put it on speaker!" Yangyang says quietly. You did so and both of them moved closer to listen. You held your finger over your lips to keep them quiet.

"Seonghwa, what's up?" You asked.

"(Y/N)..." His voice was quiet.

"Yes?" The trio waited in silent anticipation. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears. "Is everything alright? She didn't do anything to you, did she?"

"No, I'm fine. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm going to talk with my uni friends tomorrow about this whole thing."

"That's good. And Mars?"

"He's good too."

"That's good, Yeosang will drop off his things tomorrow."

"Oh, okay," you glanced at the pupper, who was sitting at attention, his ears perked up, tail wagging with enough frevor to hear quite pats against the rug, and clearly excited at the sound of his dad. "Anything else? Should we meet up somewhere to talk about it?"

"Actually, I think it's best to do this over the phone," he continues.

"Oh, okay, that's fine. So..." your sentence trailed off and you waited to hear his next words. "Oh! Before I forget, are you free tomorrow? I want to make this whole thing up to you."

"(Y/N)," he says your name again and your heart flutters in your chest. You'd never get tired of that feeling.

"Yes?" You said this after a while, he was waiting for your response, apparently. "If you're not free tomorrow we can do it some other time then! No rush, I know you guys are all busy over there. I'm pretty sure that I'm going to go on hiatus for a bit so I'll probably have time for once. We can finally try out that nice restaurant you've been wanting to go to! Oh, oh, and you've been wanting to talk to me about something anyway, right? We can do that then-"

"Let's break up."

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