#i’ll just be sitting on the side sipping tea watching y’all scream about how you hate it or love it

[shorkbrian]

OOOOO okok.... kirishima with a darling who’s his study partner by chance (college) and he just like,,, falls in love with them! but she have a boyfriend so :(((( but he decides the best idea is the take her by the hair and “lovingly” fuck his new little girlfriend, even though the cries pouring out her mouth are anything but... and he just. forces her to be his girlfriend and you’re just miserable babey

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Prelude - He’s like a stereotypical jock, but is super kind and friendly and just a big HIMBO lololol.

Pairing - Kirishima X Reader

Prompt - At the top

Warnings -  NSFW, full non-con here folks. Kirishima doesn’t let reader tell him no. That is NOT cool y’all. Consent is always required.

Music -  https://youtu.be/2k5w6eTxGXk 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You’re good at most subjects but this one just really flies over your head. When you went to the teacher, she paired you up with the only other person in the class that seemed to be having trouble, Kirishima. The teacher figured that the two of you could work through the material together.

You didn’t mind. Kirishima seemed like a decent guy, even though he was very physically intimidating. He was on the football team, built like a literal brick wall, but his personality was sunshine and rainbows. The man always greeted you with the brightest smile when you showed up to study.

For the most part, the two of you struggled to get work done. Kirishima could do no more than three problems before getting frustrated or bored, and he’d start making funny faces at you, maybe kick your shins underneath the table to get you to pay attention to him. When you finally looked up to see him with his face contorted in the weirdest way possible, you’d burst out laughing. That’s how the two of you got kicked out the library for a month, had to meet at a coffeeshop to study.

Kirishima liked coffee so sweet that it made you sick, almost gagging after taking a sip of his drink when he offered. Likewise, Kirishima couldn’t stand your tea, said it tasted like “old lady water” and needed sugar. You learned a lot about each other, and eventually reached the point were you would consider the two of you to be friends.

You were friends. Until he decided you weren’t`

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Today you two are in the library, both of you struggling over your worksheets. A tapping on your shoulder alerted you to the presence of your boyfriend, and you were promptly hopping to your feet, smiling and hugging your boyfriend. He wanted to come see you, spend his lunch break together, so you had told him to meet you in the library, where you and Kiri had rented a study room.

“Midoriya! Hi baby.”

With a kiss on the cheek, your boyfriend was b lushing, pulling out a chair at the table so he could sit down. “Hey, who’s this?”

He was gesturing to Kirishima, who was glaring at your boyfriend. That was odd. Usually the redhead had no problem meeting new people, maybe he was just grumpy because he was trying to study?

“Oh, this is my study buddy, Kiri. Kiri, this is my boyfriend, Midoriya!” Midoriya nodded at Kirishima, and Kiri gave a flick of his head in return, before hunching over to scribble furiously at his paper. Yeah, he was definitely irritated at having his studying interrupted. Unusual, but you figured you should be supportive of the redhead taking his studies seriously.

“Hey babe, let’s go eat out in the courtyard - I don’t wanna make Kiri uncomfortable.”

Your boyfriend nodded, getting up from the seat he had just plopped down in, before giving a sheepish wave to the as the two of you exited the room.

“I’ll be back, sorry!”

you whisper-yelled to Kirishima before the door swung shut.

There was small talk as you and your boyfriend made your way to the pretty courtyard of the college, filled with flowering trees and cozy benches for couples (like yourselves) to sit on.

It was peaceful, sitting there, chatting with your boyfriend while he shared his sandwich with you. He was working as an intern for a big engineering company, and you could tell he was happy about his work as he animatedly recounted what he had done so far that day, pausing every now and then to gulp down a bite of sandwich.

But as all good things must end, your boyfriend had to leave after his lunch break was up, checking the time on his watch and gasping as he realized he had spent way too much time talking to you.

He apologized profusely for his abrupt exit, giving you a brief, slightly messy press of his lips against yours before he gathered his bag, shoving the rest of his sandwich into his mouth. Midoriya waved, skipping backwards, making you chuckle when he tripped and almost fell.

You loved your boyfriend, thought of yourself as the luckiest girl for getting together with the kindest, sweetest man you had ever met.

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Returning to the private study room, You were surprised to see Kirishima still hunched over his paper, still scratching out numbers. His grip was white-knuckled on the pencil.

“Uh, Kiri? You okay dude?”

“Yeah, it’s whatever, I’m fine.” He didn’t sound fine. The man sounded angry.

Figuring he just maybe needed some space, you shrugged “... I need to go get a book real quick. Need anything?”

“No.”  Was his short reply.

Kirishima was normally a bubbly, friendly person. Why was he so irritated all of a sudden? Did this have something to do with your boyfriend interrupting the study session? 

You pondered over this as you walked through the shelves, partly glad that you weren’t having to dodge other students. You and Kiri usually choose times that the library was relatively empty, just in case the redhead made you choke in laughter again. 

Finding the aisle your book should be in, you meandered slowly to the end, scanning the shelves. Ah! There it was, on one of the higher shelves - but luckily you could still reach if you went on your tippy-toes.

A  big hand slipped around your waist, and suddenly you felt cool air on your backside, as if someone had flipped up the edge of your skirt. You tried to whirl around, smack whichever dumb idiot thought it’d be funny to feel you up, but you were pushed up against the bookshelf before you had the chance, shelf almost rattling with the force.

“Hey—!” Another hand clamped over your mouth, smothering your rather loud protest. The giant hand covered more than half of your face, and you couldn’t help but gasp. Was this really happening? Were you really about to get groped by some meathead senior?

“I’m really disappointed (Y/N).”

Wait.

“I thought what we had was special, thought that I was the only one you looked at like that. That hurts.”

Kirishima?

The hand on your waist dipped lower, and yup - he had flipped your skirt up, was running his hand the top of your panties, feeling the fabric between his fingers. You struggled - tried to kick back, headbutt him, twist out of his grip - but the man was too big. He slipped a finger underneath the elastic waistband of your panties, pulled it back, let it go so it could snap against your skin; make you flinch.

“Newsflash (Y/N), your ‘boyfriend’ doesn’t actually love you. You could do so much better than a little Twink like him. You need a real man, someone who can take care of you and give you what you need, give you anything you want.” What was he talking about? The hand at your mouth was clamping your jaw shut, putting so much pressure against the lower half of your face that you couldn’t even open your mouth, just let out angry whines.  When his other hand traveled around to the front of your body, dancing over the flesh of your hip,  you wiggled, trying to put up a fight. It was useless.

Kirishima shoved his hand down your panties, groaning lowly into your ear when his fingers grazed the tuft of curls above your pussy, before dipping further down to stroke gently over your folds. You shivered, angry whines giving way to distressed whimpers, wanting to yell, scream for the librarian that you knew was at their desk. 

You were hanging on his arm, trying to pull his giant hand away from your face, but there was no point. The man spent hours in the gym, building up his muscles to make him better at football, and it coincidentally made him better at holding you against his body while he slipped a finger into your now-wet cunt.

The side of his thumb was flicking at your clit, his middle finger slowly dragging across your walls. You held back a groan when it thrusted in deeper, passing by your g-spot on the way in. Kirishima noticed.

“Did you get tired of waiting for me to make a move? So needy for a cock to fill you up that you ran and got a boyfriend?” What? You shook your head no, but his fingers clenched down tighter over your face, and you froze in pain.  “I was gonna be so romantic for you, get a bunch of flowers and one of those big stuffed bears. Ask you to be my girlfriend.  But you just couldn’t wait, could you? Had to go and ruin everything.”

His voice was low, his breath tickling your ear and making you shiver as he whispered, practically growling. You had never seem him irritated, let alone angry. You were scared. Another finger slipped into your pussy, and you keened, scrabbling at his arm at the sudden stretch. Kiri snickered.

“Gonna have to take a few more to get you ready for me babe, I’m not a little stick like your stupid excuse for a ’boyfriend’.”

Tears sprang to your eyes. You loved Midoriya, had ever since you met him. He was shy and nervous, but he was also sweet. Midoriya would never treat you like this, would always ask if you wanted to make each other feel good, ask before he so much as looked at you. Kirishima was a brute.

Another finger entered you, and while the stretch stung, you also felt pleasantly full. His thumb was still moving over your clit, and with a muffled wail your hips twitched in the air, grinding down on his thumb as you suddenly came.

Kirishima didn’t stop. He huffed out a quiet laugh, gave your a wet kiss against your neck. “See? Knew you were meant for me. I love you baby, gonna make you feel so good.”

Blinking, you were trying to come down from the height of your pleasure, flinching away from Kiri as his fingers slipped out of you. Oh god, you didn’t want him to keep going. Muffled cries left your lips, desperately trying to get Kirishima to stop, slow down, please wait, but the man was determined. Your panties were pulled to the side, and something big nudged against your entrance. 

“Sorry baby-“ Kiri grunted, beginning to inch his way inside your tight pussy. “You’re just so sexy ’n pretty, can’t hold myself back.”

The mushroom head of his cock popped past your opening, and you squealed in pain. You were wailing behind his hand, and the man could feel the tears dripping onto his fingers as he held your mouth shut, could feel your lips moving as you cried “Stop, stop! Hurts, oh god Kiri it hurts.“

“Shit, baby I’m sorry, ‘m sorry.”  Without moving, you heard the sound of him spitting, and then felt his hand bump against where he was connected to you. He had spit in his palm, and was the rest of his girthy cock with the slickness, practically jerking himself off into your cunt. You cried harder.

“Shh, shhh it’s okay. I’m gonna take care of you. You’ll get to cum again, don’t worry. Bet your shrimpy little bitchboy never had you cumming twice, did he?” His voice turned sour at the end of his sentence, filled with venom at the mere mention of your boyfriend. 

Kirishima moaned, wet hand coming to rest on your hip as he slowly, slowly began inching forward, forcing his cock into your body. It still hurt, but not as much as it had at first - the slide easier with the addition of the man’s spit. It felt like he was pushing himself in forever, his cock could’ve been in your throat by the time his balls pressed flush against you

. He was bottomed out, and you were gasping, struggling to suck in air around your sobs and his giant hand. The redhead stilled, allowing the two of you to adjust to the sensation. While he waited, Kiri brought his hand up to your hair, sweeping it away from your neck so he could kiss the tender flesh their, hair still in his fist.

“You’re so good for me, look at you takin’ all of my cock. Fuck, fuck - you feel so warm.” He whined between kisses, pulling your hair to tilt your head back as he kissed towards the front of your neck. You shivered as the pain zinged through your scalp, sharp and prickly.

The man pressed up behind you had waited long enough. With no warning, he drew back his hips - cock sliding out of you. He was so /big/.  You wished he had prepared you more, at least then you wouldn’t be sore as he pressed back into you, setting up a rhythm of slow, long thrusts.

He was pulling your head back by your hair, making your head rest against his shoulder against your will, your hands still clutching desperately at his arm. Shoved against the bookshelf like this wasn’t very comfortable, but neither was getting your pussy wrecked by a man twice your size. 

Gradually, Kiri’s pace increased, your pussy working to lubricate itself and making each rapid thrust end with a squelching sound and the slap of his plump balls against the top of your clit.  Truthfully, Midoriya had never fucked you this good, but you were fine with the young man’s sexual ability. He would finish inside you, then lick out his cum until you were squirming and writhing on his tongue, and then Midoriya suck at your clit, shove his fingers into you and fuck you fast until you squirted, leaving the both of you in bliss.

Kirishima had carnal desire, sucking dark marks into the column of your throat, accidentally tugging your hair on each thrust, making you climb further onto your tiptoes to try and alleviate the pressure. He was getting rougher, throaty moans being punched out of him on each thrust - the man tried to quiet himself down by burying his face into the crook of your neck, biting down onto your skin. It just made you sob harder, the pain and pleasure mixing and sending you hurtling towards another orgasm.

And then he slammed into you so hard that your feet lifted off the ground, your body held up by his hand in your hair and the cock filling your pussy. A wail escaped you, his hand silencing it, and you came, twitching in the big man’s hold. 

“Oh, fuck, oh my god baby you’re so amazing oh my god, oh my god-“ Your toes brushed against the ground again. Kirishima was slouching his back so he could pummel into your smaller form even harder, babbling into your shoulder as his hips stuttered when he reached his own orgasm.

You sobbed as you felt his warmth filling your insides. 

Kirishima stayed there, leaning his head against your shoulder while he sucked in air, breathing raggedly. On every sob, you could feel his length inside you, and you were so disgusted.

His breathing evened out. Your sobbing quieted down into measly sniffles. Kiri let go of your hair, scratching at your scalp to alleviate the stinging sensation that he knew he must’ve caused by pulling on the strands.

“I’m gonna take my hand off your mouth now, can you be quiet for me?” You nodded, and the brushing grip was released from your face. 

You stayed silent, hand coming up to massage at your jaw where his big fingers had dug into the tender flesh.

“Good. Wanna go back to my dorm to clean up?”

Shaking your head, you barely choking out a panicked “N-no!”, almost forgetting to be quiet in your haste to respond.  Kirishima sighed behind you, pressing his chest against your back as he did so.

“Baby, I said I was gonna take care of you. I wanna take care of you. We’re going back to my dorm.”

He slowly slipped out of you, wincing as the air hit his dick.  With his length leaving you empty, Kiri smoothed your panties back into pale, then wiped his cock on the underside of your skirt before tucking it back into his pants. You wished you hadn’t chosen a skirt that morning when you were getting dressed.

Without another word, Kiri gently turned you around to face him, his eyes filled with a warmth that they always seemed to hold whenever the two of you locked eyes during a study session. His big arms encircled you, pulling you into his broad chest as he squeezed, the hug surprisingly gentle, almost calming. It would have been an amazing hug, if only the man hadn’t raped you beforehand.

  A jacket was being wrapped around  the bottom half of your legs, Kiri securing it so that you wouldn’t flash anyone when he picked you up in his arms, carrying you bridal-style. You rubbed at your eyes, trying to scrub away the tears as your ex-friend carried you towards the library exit, smiling down at you fondly.

“I love you, you know that? I’m gonna take such good care of you baby.” You ignored him.

“And don’t worry about your old boyfriend, I’m going to talk to him and break the news that you aren’t interested in him anymore. You’ve got something much better now.”

[unloved-cadillac]

Hi. Can I request a reader who has a different culture to Levi in the modern au? She is a Chinese diaspora (a Chinese outside China, Taiwan and Macau), who can speak a South East Asian language (e.g. Indo), sometimes roams around in traditional dresses, strong tolerance to spicy food and refuses to move in with him due to cultural differences? Also, since he's an old man, she might initially treat him like an elder respectfully until he loses it. ;) Finally, no cleaning on Chinese New Year. ;)

C/n: whew, you guys really put in a lot of trust in me to do this. I learnt so much here!! Y’all making me want to visit every country on this planet. Italics mean Indonesian. HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!! Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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The Perfect Girl. (Levi x Reader)

Levi was never one to date. Even one night stands were things he never found interest in. It’s not that he didn’t want to date, it’s just that he had never found the girl that captured his heart. Until Y/n came along.

Y/n was half Chinese and half Indonesian. She was the power embodiment of a princess. She was respectful, kind and just a ray of sunshine. Levi met her through Mike and they both grew very close. Levi caught himself thinking about her quite often and he would sometimes see how her eyes would flicker to his in a moment. He was falling for her, he knew this. But there was only one thing he hated:

“Lǎofū*, would you like anything else?” She asks Levi after sitting down. Levi internally groans at the honorific. He knew that was how Chinese people addressed elder men and he loathed the name. He wasn’t even that much older than her! 6 years wasn’t that bad, was it? So bad to call him that?? “Y/n, please. Do you really have to call me Lǎofū? Isn’t that for older men?” He asks her and she tilts her head in confusion. “But you are kinda old.” She says and he lays his head on his hands. Y/n laughs and he glares at her.

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There was a new restaurant that had Indonesian cuisine that Levi was dying to take Y/n to. He figured that this would be the best place to confess to her and she could eat some food that she grew up with.

Levi had booked a reservation at the restaurant and called Y/n to invite her in which she gladly accepted. One could say she was very excited because she showed up using her traditional outfit that she bought a few days prior. Levi’s eyes widened at her and she smiled a shy smile at him. “Wow.” He breathed out. She looked stunning. If Levi didn’t love her before, he certainly did now. The kebaya suited her perfectly and Levi had to avoid his gaze to stop him from staring for too long. “Uh, shall we?” He motions to the restaurant and she nods.

When they get seated, their waiter comes to place their order and when Y/n speaks, Levi is stunned. “Hello. May I have some beef rendang with four ketupat and a side of white rice and a glass of water please. Make the rendang extra spicy.” She says in Indonesian and Levi watches her in awe. She turns to face him and smiles. “What will you have, Levi?” She asks and he snaps out of his daze. “Uh. What do you suggest, Y/n?” He asks and she looks at the menu again. Her eyes sparkle and smiles. “I suggest the Opor Ayam.” Y/n says and Levi nods and speaks to the waiter. “I’ll have that with black tea, please.” “Oh! And an order of Satay!” Y/n says suddenly and Levi chuckles. “Coming right up!” The waiter says and leaves. Levi looks at her. He puts his head on his fists and starts to smile. Y/n looks at him and giggles. “What’s with that smile, Lǎofū?” His smile drops and scoffs. “I’m going to ignore that. You speak Indonesian?” He asks and she nods enthusiastically. “I speak Indonesian and Mandarin. Why?” “It’s sounds beautiful when you speak it, Y/n.” Levi flirts and Y/n flushes. “Oh, Levi. Stop. You’re making me blush.” She covers her cheeks and he smirks. “Good.”

After chatting for a few more minutes, their food and drinks arrived and Levi was in awe of everything set before them. He took a sip of his tea and he sighs blissfully. “Like it?” Y/n asks and Levi nods. “It’s unlike any other black tea I’ve had. Let’s eat.” He says and she agrees. Levi took one bite of his food and he could swear he was in heaven. This was the best food he has ever had. “Levi! Try this.” Y/n places a bit of her rendang on her fork and places it by his lips and he happily take it. His smile doesn’t last long and he quickly takes a large gulp of his tea. “Y/n! What the hell? That’s spicy as hell! You’re trying to kill me?” He exaggerates as she giggles. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know it was that spicy.” He glares at her and she continues to laugh. “How can you even taste that?” Levi asks as he orders another tea. “If I’m being honest, it’s not spicy enough.” Levi’s eyes widen and his jaw opens slightly. Y/n laughs at his shocked state and places a satay stick in his mouth.

Finishing dinner, Levi and Y/n walk around town and then takes her to the park. It was a perfect night and the street lights made her dress sparkle beautifully. Levi looks at her as she looks up at the stars and think: Well. It’s now or never. “Y/n. There’s something I will like to tell you.” He says and she stops to hear him. “What is it?” She asks and he takes a deep breath. He steps towards her and takes his hands on hers and looks at her. “I, Uhm. Shit.” He starts to say and he could feel his cheeks turn red of embarrassment. She looks at him and smiles. “Looks like I’m making you blush now huh, Levi?” She playfully says and he scoffs. “You’re making me nervous, idiot.” Levi says softly and she cups his cheek to make him look at her. “There’s no reason to be. It’s just us. Take your time.” She whispers and his eyes widen at her sincerity. Go for it. “I like- no. I love you, Y/n. I really do. I have for a while now I just wanted to get to know you better and I want to be the person that you can rely on and be there for you so I just want to-..mmpf!” He gets cut off when her lips land on his. His eyes flutter close and they melt into the kiss with each other. Y/n pulls away and wraps her arms around his neck and pecks his cheek.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous Levi. But I love you too.”

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That was almost a year ago. Now, Levi and Y/n were in a happy relationship. Levi learned so much about her culture and she taught how to speak Indonesian. He was a bit rusty but he was improving quite well. Although Levi was happy with her, he wanted one more thing. He wakes up from the couch and walks to Y/n who was cooking in his kitchen and he wraps his arms around her waist, startling her.

“Oh! Sayangku* you scared me.” Y/n sweetly says as she reaches behind her and stroked Levi’s face. “Sorry.” He simply says and Y/n notices something wrong. She turns around and looks at him. “Are you okay? Do you have a fever?” She places her forehead against his and he smiles. He quickly pecks her nose and she gasps. “Cute.” He says and she pouts. “But yes. Something is wrong. And it has something to do with us.” He says seriously making Y/n gulp. “O-Oh. Okay. Let’s sit down first.”

She offers and they make their way to the table and Levi sat next to her. She didn’t show it, but Y/n was scared shitless. Did he want to break up? “I..” Levi begins snapping her out of her thinking, “I’ve been thinking about us. And taking the next step in our relationship.” Y/n’s breath hitches but Levi continues. “I love you, Y/n. And I want us to spend more time together.” He says and Y/n tilts her head. “But we do already. Like this.” She holds his hand and he places both of his on hers. “Yeah I know. But I want to..wake up next to you. I want to go to sleep next to you. I want us to be with each other more. So, will you move in with me?” Levi asks and Y/n’s eyes brighten. Move in? She was about to say yes but then her parents flashed through her mind. Y/n’s parents had taught her that only married couples should be living together and that it was immoral for her to move in with her boyfriend unless they’re married. She sighs and pulls her hands away from Levi’s making him panic.

“Levi, I really appreciate the offer. You have no idea how happy it would make me to move in with you. But it’s not really part of my culture. I don’t think it would be appropriate for us to move in with each other unless we were married.” She says the last quietly and looks down at her lap. Levi doesn’t say a word for a while. He just looks at her and thinks to himself. Y/n was too scared to look at him. He was probably so mad at her and that was the last thing she wanted to make him.

Suddenly, Levi’s chair scraps and his footsteps descend into his bedroom and shuts the door. Y/n was frozen. What was he going to do? Was this...the end of them? She shuts her eyes when she hears the bedroom door open, not wanting to see Levi’s face just yet. Her chair is moved and she yelps and she opens her eyes to see Levi kneeling in front of her. With a box in his hand.

“I was originally saving this for your birthday but I figured that this was the right time.” He says and she gasps when he opens the box. Levi looks at her and smiles. “Will you marry me, Sayangku?” He asks in Indonesian and Y/n eyes widen at how he asked. But she then nods. “Yes! Yes! I will!” She screams and leaps into him, making them fall to the floor. Levi laughs and puts the ring on her finger. Y/n looks at it and then Levi and he kisses her.

“Now please don’t call me Lǎofū.”

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“Please marry me Levi. I’ll do anything. I hope this was what you were looking for.”

𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔:

> Lǎofū: a Chinese honorific used to address older men.

> Sayangku(Indonesian): my dear.

[hannitizer]

To Have a Home part 5

Hey Y’all! Here’s part five! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: After Draco is found guilty of an attempted murder, he is sentenced to the Lupin’s house with hopes he’ll finally understand what it means to have a family. Only problem? Draco doesn’t want it.

Here’s Part 6!

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Draco didn’t know he was screaming until he woke up. Remus was already there, sitting at the end of the bed. 

“Draco! Draco, wake up. What’s wrong?” 

“What’s going on?” Abigail came running up the stairs, tying a bathrobe around herself. 

Draco brought up his knees to his head, slightly rocking. “It was just a bad dream.” He mumbled, hoping that neither of them heard him, but to his dismay, Remus did.

“A bad dream?” Remus said, “You’re sure that’s it? You were screaming and thrashing about like you were being attacked.” He went to place the back of his hand against his forehead, and it glistened in the moonlight, slick with sweat. Draco flinched under his touch.  

“I don’t think he has a fever, Abigail.” He called over his shoulder. Abigail came to join the two on his bed.

“Do you feel sick?” asked Abigail, placing a hand on his knee. He scooted away slightly. He didn’t want to be touched. 

“No, I’m fine. It was just a bad dream,” he said. “Just leave me alone.” 

Abigail frowned. “What did you dream about?” 

This was the question that Draco was dreading. “... I don’t want to talk about it.” He said. “It was just a bad dream.” He knew that it was so much more than that, and he had a sinking feeling that Abigail knew that too. She looked down at her hands, sighed, and got up from the bed.

“Draco, do you like tea?” She asked, walking towards the door. Draco opened his mouth to say something, but Abigail had already left the room. 

“She makes the best tea.” said Remus, trying to fill the dead space. 

“My mom did too,” mumbled Draco. 

Remus shot him a sad smile. “I’m sure she did.” 

They both sat in silence for almost ten minutes until Abigail walked in, carrying a tray with three steaming teacups. She handed one to Remus, and she showed Draco his cup. 

“This is Chamomile tea with some honey in it, okay? I’m going to put it on your bedside stand, and you can drink it if you want to drink it. I’m not going to force you, but it will help you calm down and the honey will help sooth your throat.” She felt the sides of his throat. “It’s a little raw, huh?” She almost cooed, and she sat down on the bed, running her hand through his hair. Draco tensed up underneath her touch. She took a sip of her tea, hoping that it would encourage Draco to do the same, but he just stared at her. 

“Draco, can you tell me what you were dreaming about?” She asked, trying to probe him into speaking. Draco just shook his head. 

“I don’t want you to know. Just leave me alone.” 

Abigail sighed, leaning over to Remus to whisper something in his ear. Remus nodded, turning his attention now to Draco. He slowly drew his wand from a hidden pocket. Why he was carrying it this late at night, Draco had no idea, but he didn’t like the way he pointed it at him. He had seen this before, when he had thrown Abigail to the wall with just too much force. 

“I haven’t done…” Draco started, but Remus hushed him, casting a calming spell. 

Draco instantly forgot why he was worried to begin with, sinking a little deeper against his pillow.

“Hey, Draco, over here,” He heard Abigail’s soft and soothing voice, and he turned his head towards it. “Look into my eyes, sweetheart.”

And he did, but he wasn’t sure he liked how he felt with her staring this deep into him. He tried to mumble his concern, but Remus hushed him again, the spell he was casting flowing a little more stronger. 

It struck Draco, in that moment, what was going on. 

“Please, I don’t want to see it again,” He tried to say, but Abigail shook her head.

“I know, Draco, I know. I just need to see what’s going on so I can help you. That’s all. Just this once, and then, hopefully never again.” 

Draco slowly felt himself falling back into the dream he had just experienced. 

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Draco’s living room was poorly lit, but he could still make out the quivering forms of his parents before him. They shook on their hands and knees in front of Voldemort himself. He wore a smug smirk on his face, grinning at the pain he was inflicting.

“Stop!” Draco cried out before he could stop himself. The Dark Lord looked up from the forms to Draco, the wicked grin stretching. 

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Malfoy’s son.” He said, crucioing Lucius when he tried to look back at him. 

“Have you come to watch them get punished?” 

Draco ran towards his father, but Voldemort’s spell caused him to go flying into a nearby couch. By the time he had lifted his head, Voldemort was on him. He grabbed him by the chin and dragged him over to his parents. 

Lucius, who still felt the last crucio on his back, knew better than to look up at them, but his mother was too full of concern to not. She didn’t look up enough to see the Dark Lord, but she caught Draco’s eyes, not having enough in her to smile, but with that eye contact, Draco knew that she saw him. It didn’t last long though, as Voldemort crucioed her too. She screamed out in pain, her arms giving out. She crashed to the ground as Draco cried out for her. 

“Silence, Draco, or I’ll kill her.” Voldemort said, grabbing him by the hair and yanking his head back so they could look at each other. Draco whimpered, but he didn’t say anything. He was too scared to talk. 

Voldemort let his hand trail down the side of Draco’s face slowly, tracing the trail of tears. 

“You’ve failed me, Draco. You know what the consequences are.”

“No, please…”

“I’m feeling a bit tired, however,” started Voldemort, “and I don’t feel up for the job. I think you should do it Draco. You failed to accomplish this last time, but now I’m here to make sure that you see it through.”

He handed Draco a long, bonely-looking wand. He felt the weight of it in his hands, but also the anger and death that seemed to circle around it. It felt like it was burning in his hands even though he knew that it wasn’t the case. He tried to drop the wand, but Voldemort wrapped his sickly hand around his. 

“Here, let me help you.” He grinned, pointing the wand at Draco’s mother.

Voldemort didn’t even need to say the spell out loud. A Green mist shot out of the tip of his wand, hitting Narcissa head on. 

She let out a scream that Draco could only describe as soul-splitting. She collapsed, her eyes glossing over. Draco cried out, trying to reach out to her, but Voldemort held him back. He grabbed him around the waist with his free hand, and pointed the wand at his now shaking father.

“Father!” He cried, “Father, I…”  But the green mist had already come. Draco could see the life fleeting from his eyes. He died, still looking at his son, a silent scream coming from his mouth. 

Voldemort dropped Draco, and he fell inches from his father’s head, still watching him. 

“Maybe next time, you won’t fail.” Voldemort simply muttered, leaving Draco to wallow with his dead parents. 

~*~

When Draco snapped out of it, he was shaking. His face felt... wet? Had he been crying? The calm he felt before wasn’t there anymore, and he was left feeling the building anxiety. Heat built in his chest and was rising through his body. He suddenly didn’t feel comfortable under the covers and he tried to get out of them, but he couldn’t get his body to do it. He was shaking too hard. He saw two sets of arms pulling the blanket off of him. He looked up. Abigail's eyes were wet, and Remus had finally set the wand he held down. 

“He’s going to kill my family.” Whispered Draco, the words barely passing his lips.  

“No, he won’t,” said Remus, his voice incredibly soft. “Your father will be safe where he is, and the Order is working on finding your mother. And you’re safe here.” 

Draco shook his head, his shaking speeding up. “What if he finds us? What if you can’t keep us safe? What if…”

Draco wanted to keep going, but he felt Abigail’s arms wrap around him, bringing him close to her in a hug. Draco didn’t fight her; he didn’t think he could. All his energy was pulsing through his body, tremoring. 

She matched his rocking pace, trying to ease him to a stop. She started to run her fingers through his hair, massaging the back of his head. Draco hated himself for leaning into the touch. It felt nice. It felt like something his mother would do to him if she were here. 

“Can you take deep breaths for me, Draco?” She asked, showing him what she meant with her breathing. It took a while, but Draco did. He felt himself calming down, breathing in the warmth of Abigail. Remus came alongside him too, resting a hand on his knee. The weight of his hand felt nice to Draco, and for the first time in weeks, he felt relaxed. 

The three of them sat there for a while, no one saying anything. 

“You’re going to be just fine here, Draco.” Mumbled Abigail. Draco could feel the vibrations of her voice rumble through his back. It sounded nice. Relaxing. 

“Remus, can you bring up a cup of Draught of Dreamless Sleep up here?” 

Remus simply nodded his head and left to find the potion. Draco looked up at Abigail. 

“Abigail,” he started, “Can you promise me something?” 

“What is it?” 

“Can you… Can you make sure that my mother is safe? You said that my father is safe, but can you make sure she is too?” 

Abigail looked down at him. His eyes were still wet, and he looked so small wrapped in her arms. She brushed the hair out of his face.

“We’re working on finding…”

“I know. But promise me,” His voice cracked. “Promise me she stays safe.” 

Abigail opened her mouth and then shut it. “That’s a very big promise, Draco…”

“Please.” He was desperate now. He needed to know for fact that his mother would be safe. Even if it meant she was… Well… In the same predicament he and his father were in. 

“I promise we’re trying our hardest.” She finally settled with. She knew that it wasn’t the answer he wanted, but it was the honest answer. 

Remus came back into the room, a bottle in his hands. He added a few drops of it to the tea that Draco left undrunk on the bedside table. 

“Drink this, Draco.” He said, holding it up to Draco’s mouth. Draco took a sip and crinkled his nose. The tea was cold now, but it still tasted sweet. Soon, the cup was empty. 

Draco didn’t necessarily feel it at first, but eventually, he felt his eyelids droop and his head started to feel heavy. 

“Everything will be okay, Draco.” He heard Abigail talking behind him, but he was so tired. He slowly felt himself drift away into a dark, thoughtless dream. 

[imnotcameraready]

chivalry is dead (2)

A/N: i thought i wasn’t sure how to continue, but then i sat down last night and cranked out a few thousand words s  O this is being continued :’D this is going from “touch-starved roman” to “general roman angst someone get this boy a HUG”.   also, hoping to get to the Actual Plot in the next chapter :’) 

WARNINGS: Sympathetic Deceit, more cursing, violence, strangulation (Virgil's knee-jerk reaction upon seeing Deceit is to strangle him), general panicked feelings, arguing, heights? let me know if i missed anything!

Words: 2930

Pairings: none yet — DLAMP endgame

Part 1 (chivalry is dead) — Part 2 (i’m wishing) — Part 3 (the bells of notre dame) — Part 4 (honor to us all)

AO3 link!

@starlightvirgil​ @forrestwyrm​

let me know what you think and i hope y’all enjoy!

How the hell was Deceit supposed to explain what he’d just seen?

He’d been pondering for hours, pacing around his room. It probably wasn’t good that he’d waited hours since the incident but this was a situation that had to be approached cautiously. Virgil didn’t trust him nor like him, and Patton and Logan were inclined to take Virgil’s side. Something had happened to Roman, though, and it seemed dangerous. Possibly even something that Deceit had warned them about prior.

A part of him wanted them to find out themselves. To throw Roman’s door open and see only the dark pit that’d swallowed their heroic prince. That’d teach them to ignore him. But what kind of effect would that have on Thomas? Deceit didn’t want to risk Thomas having the worst creative block of his life because of his own inaction, that was for certain.

Plus, the bottomless pit and lack of Roman’s room would be solid evidence that something had happened, and that might be enough to convince them to help him. Or, if they didn’t want Deceit involved, for them to take action themselves.

Who was he kidding. Those idiots needed him.

So what. He could impersonate Roman, he could conjure a replica of his outfit, slide into the Mind Palace’s common area without an issue. Out of the four accepted Sides, Deceit was most confident in his ability to portray Roman, especially after the courtroom debacle. But, and he stopped his pacing, where would that leave him? Roman hadn’t left his room in nearly a week. The others would no doubt be worried, would probably interrogate him, and Deceit couldn’t spend time on the witness stand as Roman without cracking. And then they would all think he had something to do with it.

This was more concerning, more personal. A matter of pure self-preservation, so to speak. Deceit didn’t know where Thomas’ Creativity had gone. It looked as though the ground had swallowed him whole. Deceit needed — and he winced at the thought of it — to lay his cards out for the other Sides. Tell them honestly that he’d witnessed Roman’s fall. Show them the pit itself. Hope they understand.

….He hated showing his hand like such, but he wasn’t willing to perjure himself in this situation.

Deceit sighed. Now that he knew what he had to do, time was of the essence. Might as well approach the others immediately. He cracked his neck, picked his coat and hat up from the coat rack, and fixed his outfit in the mirror behind his door. He had to be straight-forward. No tricks, no disguises.

Motherfucker, he already didn’t like this.

Slowly, he rose up, appearing just at the top of the stairs. Hopefully he’d be able to walk down the stairs, not be seen by Virgil, approach….heck, Patton? Whichever he saw first, Patton or Logan, and plead for an open ear. Patton would probably be more willing, thus making him the best case scenario.

“What’re you doing here.”

Deceit stifled a groan. Alright, worst case scenario time.

“I’m here to ask for help.”

Shuffling behind him. Deceit stepped to the side, facing Virgil head on. While Deceit was dressed to be seen, Virgil certainly wasn’t, sporting an oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants. His hood was up but Deceit could see his glare perfectly well in the dark.

“What kind of help would you need, snake face?” Virgil hissed at him, “Get out before I make you.”

“I’m not the one who needs help,” Deceit whispered back, “I….”

No tricks. No lies.

“....Something’s happened to Roman. And—”

Virgil’s hand was around Deceit’s neck almost as soon as he mentioned Roman. “What’d you do to him?” his voice rose, panic threatening to spill over, “If you hurt him, so help me, I’ll rip your scales off.”

Deceit gasped for breath. This was definitely not ideal, he thought, one hand trying to pry Virgil’s fingers from his throat. Really, how was he supposed to explain himself if Virgil was gonna do this?

“Imagination—Roman—Virgil—” there wasn’t any time for this, Deceit wanted to scream at him, who knew where Roman had gone? But he could barely breathe. Hopefully Virgil could feel how panicked Deceit was.

If he did, he didn’t show it. Virgil just glared harder at him, pressing Deceit against the wall. “Full sentences,” he growled, and Deceit wanted to groan, are you kidding me?

Soft footsteps approached up the stairs, and Virgil dropped Deceit, who leaned back against the wall and lifted a hand to massage his throat.

“Virgil!” ah, Patton, his savior, “What’s going on here?”

Deceit would have explained that he’d dropped in to warn them about the absentee prince but was accosted not too gently the moment he arrived. He even opened his mouth, ready to snap back with a retort. But instead of words, he could only manage to cough, doubling over into himself as his throat burned.

“Deceit showed up, said something about Roman. I was in the middle of kicking him out.”

“Something about Roman? Does Deceit know why he’s been in his room for so long, maybe?”

“Beats me. You know we can’t trust anything he says, Pat, just let me take him out.”

“Did you choke him?” Deceit straightened his back, coughing behind a hand, trying to not let too much of his guard down around these hooligans.

Patton was standing between him and Virgil, who was leaning against the opposite hallway wall, starring away from them both with a glare. Deceit made a face at him before turning to Patton and nodding. He cleared his throat, then winced. Why’d he do that. He knew it’d hurt.

Patton grimaced and waved Deceit closer. “C’mon, lets go downstairs. Then you can tell us what you wanted to, m’kay?”

That got Virgil’s attention. He turned back towards them and pushed himself off the wall. “What?! Patton, you can’t be serious, he’s—that’s Deceit, you know he’s bad news, we gotta get him out—”

“If he knows something about Roman, then we should hear him out. Attacking someone for just being isn’t nice,” Deceit raised an eyebrow at Patton, surprised at how easily he came to his defense.

Virgil scowled but had the self-respect to look remorseful. He bowed his head, stalking off down the stairs, mumbling a quiet “sorry” as he left.

Patton and Deceit both watched him go and, once he disappeared into the kitchen, looked at each other with mirroring reproachful expressions.

“Thank you,” Deceit coughed out, rubbing his throat again as he heard how actually hoarse his voice was.

“....Now, I can’t say I don’t agree with Virgil in some ways,” Patton waved his hand and nudged Deceit towards the stairs, “But I don’t think violence is the answer. You wouldn’t have come here it if weren’t something important.”

Deceit didn’t have an answer that didn’t include sarcasm and perhaps a few choice swear words, so he decided to not say anything. He just stepped carefully down each stair, Patton’s hand resting on his shoulder and steering him into the kitchen.

Logan and Virgil were already there, sitting opposite each other at the table. Virgil had his hood pulled up, strings tightened such that Deceit couldn’t see his face. He knew, however, that Virgil was definitely glaring at the table. Logan was a little more open, holding a tablet with one hand and a coffee mug with the other. He raised an eyebrow at Patton but said nothing of the moral side sitting Deceit down at the table, right beside himself.

There must have been something very wrong for very long, because even Deceit knew that the kitchen was loud whenever there were two Sides in here. Instead of the noise, however, there was just silence. And tension. God, how did he let it get this bad. 

“Drinks, anyone?” Patton asked, “Deceit, I’m gonna make you some tea.”

“Thanks,” he croaked out again, hissing at the sound of his own voice. 

If Logan’s eyebrow could go up more, it would have. He lowered the tablet, watching Deceit quietly, inspecting him. Like some sort of animalistic specimen, Deceit thought as he leaned on a hand.

Logan had a question in mind, though. “Your voice hasn’t always sounded like that, correct?”

Deceit rolled his eyes. “No,” he glanced at Virgil, who pulled the strings of his hood tighter around his own face.

Ashamed, most likely. Probably mortified.

“....Had a bad coughing bought. Ran out of my own tea. Scared Virgil in the hall,” Deceit wasn’t here to cause Virgil any more anxiety. He was sure that, whether they knew anything about the Roman situation or not, Virgil was already catching the excess fear and negativity.

Not disclosing Virgil’s violent reaction seemed to be a shock, because he tilted his hooded head up to squint at Deceit.

No tricks. Deceit shrugged at him, face hardset.

“You….”

Deceit raised a single eyebrow at him. Did Virgil really want to disclose that? Patton looked around at them, and he seemed to share a look with Virgil over Deceit’s back. He didn’t mind. It was up to Virgil.

“....Mentioned. Something, about Roman,” there we go.

Patton set a mug of chamomile tea down in front of Deceit, who murmured “thank you” as well as he could. He immediately took a sip, hoping that the tea made his voice work just well enough to explain what he’d seen.

“Alright,” Deceit coughed, and took another sip. No tricks. No lies. “Okay. He was lying pretty blatantly to himself, which is a worrying start. So much so that it summoned me right into his room….”

Deceit described what he saw. Roman throwing a pencil at the wall so hard it snapped into two.

Being caressed by a storming cloud that wetted his princely garb and shot lightning around the room.

The walls and furniture fading away like mist.

How he fell into the black nothingness below. Falling, and falling, until the little white dot was gone as well.

They all listened, enraptured, and Deceit took sips of the tea and pauses to cough throughout his story. Patton sat on the counter, reacting in sound effects and facial expressions. Logan simply watched Deceit, brow furrowed in confusion. Perhaps worry. Virgil was squinting at Deceit, lips set in a hard line, maybe even considering the truth to his words.

Once Deceit finished, Virgil spoke first, voice soft with an implacable tension behind it. “You’re scared for him.”

Deceit leaned back in the chair, taking a large sip of his tea and finishing off the mug. It was promising that they actually listened, maybe they’d take him at face value. “I know what I saw. The Imagination just swallowed him up.”

“But, see, I don’t get–I don’t really–I don’t understand that,” Patton was leaning on the counter behind Deceit, fingers drumming gently against the cabinet, “Roman controls the Imagination. It wouldn’t just do that without his permission, right?”

Gosh darnit, Patton. “So it got his permission, then! I don’t know how the Imagination worked and, honestly, I was hoping you all’d have a better idea of what happened,” They had to act, now. Deceit was growing impatient.

“Why would we need to know? That’s Roman’s area of expertise,” Logan could also sense his own ignorance and apparently chose to ignore it. “I don’t understand why you think we dabbled in creative endeavours when Roman was there embodying it.”

Deceit shot him a glare. “Because, Logan, teamwork. I thought you all practiced teamwork here, since you all make it seem so important that you’re each other’s friends and whatever,” he gestured forward, pointing at Virgil, “You think you’re doing a great job of protecting him and leveling with him, but really, you’re all just leaving Roman to sit alone in the dark!”

Virgil bristled. “Watch your mouth—”

“We ARE friends, but that’s why we don’t get involved!” Patton held up a hand, voice desperate for attention and for the tension to ease. “I–We don’t want Roman to think we’re stepping on his toes. Yeah, we make stuff, sure, but the big creating is always for him.”

They didn’t get it. Deceit slumped back into his chair, scowling directly at Virgil. Virgil wasn’t even distorting what he was saying. Well, he was, but probably not intentionally. They just didn’t believe him. How could he show them, how could he make them see that he was being honest—

Aha. The pit.

Deceit stood up. “Why don’t we check his room,” he snapped.

Virgil stood up as well, hands flat on the table. “We don’t go into each others’ room without permission, that’s not a thing we do. It’s privacy.”

“Oh, yeah? Not even to protect each other? Not to comfort or check up on one another?” Deceit’s nose scrunched up as he walked around the table, towards the stairs, “You’re so worried about not intruding on each other’s space that you’re willing to put those meaningless rules ahead of your friends’ safety?”

“Roman’s NOT IN DANGER, because I WOULD KNOW,” Virgil snapped, following close behind Deceit, “I can TELL.”

“Then why don’t you tell them!” Deceit threw his arms into the air, grasping at nothing as he tried to understand Virgil’s nonsensical desire to counter everything he said. He was ready to throw ‘No tricks’ out the goddamn window. “Tell them, tell them about how Roman’s been feeling anxious all week, how you just didn’t say anything, how you’ve been lying to yourself about his worries, as though you could just tell yourself that Roman wasn’t feeling upset.”

“I—” Virgil faltered now, “You don’t–I had to make a decision. Roman wasn’t–he needed—”

“Who’re you to decide what he needs? He’s Thomas’ desires, he knows what he needs and what he wants and all that!” Deceit could see the doors now, all the Sides’ bedrooms with labels and decorations.

He figured they’d decorated them themselves. While he hadn’t had the chance to look around and did want to accustom himself to the Mind Palace, he didn’t have the time nor patience to adequately memorize the doors. He just looked for the one labeled “ROMAN’S ROOM” and started towards it.

“Hang on, Deceit. We’ve definitely all comforted each other before. Some more than others. Well, me more than others, since Dad over here’s most likely to be eating a pint of ice cream—”

“Patton,” if only Deceit could echo Logan’s exasperation, but tenfold.

“Sorry! What I’m trying to say is that we might have….I don’t think any of us fully knew how upset Roman was. If he’s as upset as you’re saying he is,” he was, but Deceit didn’t want to interrupt, “But when Roman holes himself up in his room like this, usually he doesn’t–he tells us to not go in.”

Deceit….didn’t know how to respond. Of course that prideful idiot would say to not go in. He didn’t want anyone seeing him like this, of course. Did Patton not get that? Or were they all just so bent on following these rules that they weren’t willing to step out of line for the safety of one of their own?

“Maybe Deceit wants us to piss Roman off,” Virgil grumbled tiredly, after Patton’s outburst gained no response. Deceit knew that Virgil knew that that was a lie. They both knew.

“Or he could simply be lying. But for what reason,” Logan stepped up the final stair and continued after them, still trying to understand the irrational tension.

“I don’t HAVE a reason to lie about this!” Deceit nearly shouted, rounding back on the trio in anger, “I know what I saw.”

He was met with three fairly hostile and skeptical expressions,  and he didn’t know what he expected. Support? Understanding? Pah.

God, how had Deceit ignored his duties like this? To let the other Sides just steamroll each other with pleasantries that ultimately left them all isolated….well, following that line of thinking would lead to an ouroboros of hypocrisy.

“Roman’s in danger, and who knows how far he’s fallen by now,” Deceit rested on the door’s handle, “And it’s truly illuminating to see how little you all care about him! Letting him stay holed up in his room for a week without checking on him? Some friends!”

Patton’s hands balled into fists as he shoved them straight down at his sides. He approached Deceit as well, following just after Virgil. “Hey! Watch your tone there, mister, we’re very much his friends! And friends know when to give each other some space.”

“And know when to not break into someone’s room,” Virgil’s voice slipped into his deeper, more demanding powers as he hissed angrily.

Deceit was reeling. He hissed back at Virgil and rounded on the other two. “None of you are LISTENING—”

“As much as your aspect weighs into the possibility of you telling the truth, I find it unlikely that the Imagination would betray Roman in an autonomous way. And I don’t think it’s likely that the Mind Palace would stay as sturdy as it currently is, were Roman in any real danger,” Logan approached Deceit, putting himself between him, and Virgil and Patton, voice still maintaining a guise of calm rationality.

Deceit wasn’t having this anymore, though. He had physical proof.

“Look, you don’t have to believe me. But you cannot deny that this��” Deceit yanked open the door, eliciting a loud shout from both Patton and Virgil about Roman’s privacy. He was about to yell something else, but the words died in his throat when he saw the room.

[stripper-patrick]

Birth👣 Thor

Back Home 🌑, I’m pregnant 🥀, Cravings 🍱, Hormones 🎭, Baby shower 🧸, Birth👣

Warnings: language, fluff, angst

Relationship: Thor x black plus sized reader

I’m at the mall with Okoye doing some last minute baby shopping. “So Y/N are you excited?”

“I’m nervous” I say rubbing my stomach “I know this one will have a good home to go to”

“I can’t believe your giving Bean up”

“He or she can’t grow up in the home me and Thor will provide. He hasn’t talked to me since I told you all including him”

“He feels like you left him out on the option” I pick up a brown fuzzy footie type thing with little ears and a little tail on the butt. I grab the right size and take it with me.

“It’s not like I don’t want Bean this was the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make but when you have a situation like me and Thor that’s a recipe for heartbreak and disaster. since the baby shower we’ve been arguing like hell. I honestly think this is it”

“Y/N don’t say that”

“I mean who knows he might go back to Jane” I feel a small cramp in my stomach. Maybe that’s from standing so long. I pay for the footies and we leave.

...

I’m back at the compound and I’m still getting those cramps. I should take it easy and rest.

I sit on the couch and turn on the tv flipping through movies. I get frustrated not finding anything and turn it off. I go upstairs to my room and take a shower. I really don’t feel like putting on clothes so I grab some underwear and a a t-shirt before I lay down in the bed falling asleep.

....

I wake back up at 12 feeling the cramps coming on stronger. Like really strong. I try to stand up but I have to crouch down. Finally once it’s over I go to the bathroom. I pee for a little bit but it’s just keeps coming until a big splash drops in the toilet. I look down to see a little more pee than usual. “Son of a bitch” I get up and flush the toilet and go back to the bed. Another cramp hits harder than the first and I scream into the bed.

“Ok I’m ok” I breathe through my nose and out my mouth until another contraction hits. My back is killing me. I really don’t wanna wake anyone up but at this point something’s gotta give. I grab my robe and wrap it around my body.

I take 2 steps and feel another contraction. Tears form in my eyes during it and I crouch down again. Finally it’s over and I stand up as quickly as I can and walk to the door. I open the door and place my hand on the walls supporting myself. I continue breathing through my nose and out my mouth.

Maybe tea should help calm it down. It always helps me why should this be any different. I pour water into the tea kettle and set it on the stove before feeling another contraction. I place the tea bag into a mug and wait for it warm up. During that time I rock my hips and breathe in and out getting through another one.

Tears spill from my eyes and the kettle screams. I stand up and pour the water in there adding sugar. I take a sip feeling the warm liquid flow through my chest.

I put my head down feeling a strong one come on.

“Y/N?” I hear the voice of Bucky come into the kitchen. I keep my head down too in pain to give a response.

“Y/N what’s wrong” I feel him come near me and I grab his hand squeezing it slightly.

“Are you ok?” He moves my hair out the way.

“My water broke about 15 minutes ago” I say lifting my head. His man bun kills me every time.

“Oh shit why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t wanna wake anyone but it hurts so bad” he freaks out “I’m gonna get everyone” he runs and shouts through the compound waking everyone up. I walk over to a chair when the hardest one yet strikes and I yell out bending over. I rock myself feeling like pain is never ending.

“Holy shit. We need to go to the hospital” This time it’s Peter. He comes over but looks super scared to touch me.

I shake my head and point to my back. He tried to rub it but his tiny fingers aren’t doing anything for me.

I feel large hands being replaced and the good smell of teakwood cloud my nostrils. It’s Thor.

“Bruce your a doctor do you know how to do this?” Thor asks. I stand up straight and stretch my back before I sit down.

“Thor I’m a scientist not everyone who carries the title Dr. is a doctor” he says

“I know how to” Okoye says.

“You do?” I ask. She nods. She grabs a latex glove pulling it on.

“I was an intern in Wakanda when I wasn’t serving my king. Now do you feel any contractions right now?” I shake my head no.

“Ok open your legs and stop me if one comes” I do as told and Thor’s eyes go wide as he watches her stick 2 fingers up my vagina.

I writhe in my seat and push her hand away screaming when another contraction comes. This pain is terrible. I grab Thor’s hand.

“What did you do? She’s dying?” He gets riled up but knows better than to let go of my hand.

“No Thor her cervix is opening up to prepare for the baby’s head. She’s about 3cm dilated”

“Just breathe your ok” Thor crouches down demonstrating breathing. I grab his shoulder copying his breathing. The pain dies down and I throw my head back.

“I think now should be a good time to talk about our differences before Bean comes in this world” I say

“I think we should too” he pulls up a chair in front of me and sits. “I don’t approve of giving Bean up for adoption. You didn’t let me know and I damn sure wouldn’t have consented to giving up our child”

“Thor do you see the relationship we have? It’s damaged, it’s ruined. We’ve been going at each other’s throat since last month when I announced it. I know you’ve gone back to Jane and that’s fine I don’t care but someone like her will never be around Bean so I did our child a favor and gave him a better life”

“I don’t approve”

“Well I’m sorry you don’t. I don’t want to either but it’s what’s best” he huffs and stands up. He goes to the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water. He sits back in front of me, his legs wide open, handing to me. I take the water and groan pulling my arms in front of my face and leaning down on his legs.

“Y/N remember what I told you just breathe” I stretch out my arm and feel a small hand grab it and rub my shoulder. Finally after the contraction and look up and see Peter. His skin is pale and he looks truly mortified.

“I’m ok Peter” I look to Thor and take a sip of my water.

“One of y’all do me a favor and grab my phone” Natasha runs and grabs it handing it to me. I dial the adoptive parents number.

“Tony is it ok if they come here?” He nods. He looks half dead “go to bed I’ll scream when the baby comes”

“Nope were right here with you” he says rubbing his eyes.

“Hello” I answer

“Is it the baby?” Amelia says with excitement.

“Yes come to Stark Towers” I say

“On our way”

I hang up and can feel Bean kicking.

When the adoptive parents, Amelia and Caden come in I smile at them.

“Who are they?”

“We’re the adoptive parents. You must be Thor” Caden holds his hand out to shake Thor’s but of course he wants to be a dick

“Mhmm” he mumbles “well I guess you don’t need my help since they’re here right?”

“Jesus Thor will you take your dick out of your ass for 2 seconds and see that your girlfriend is about to have your baby?” Bruce yells “she needs you just like she needs the rest of us. And I mean that in the most respectful way I’m not saying women need anyone they run the world-“

“Bruce I swear I’m gonna kick you in your chest if you don’t shut up”

“Yes ma’am”

....

Hours. It’s been hours. The sun is shining bright it’s about 9am and Okoye says I’m about 7cm. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. I’ve tried a warm bath and laying in bed even laying over the kitchen sink and nothings working.

“I’m so exhausted” I cry. Thor kisses my head as he sits beside me.

“Please don’t cry” he says. I look at him to see tears falling down his cheeks. “Why are you crying?”

“I don’t like seeing you like this. Okoye if you don’t do something I will” he yells

“There’s nothing to do but wait” she yell back. They go back in forth until I scream writhing in pain from another contraction.

“I need to push” I say. Everyone’s eyes dilated and Okoye checks me again.

“She’s Ready. Get her to the bed” Thor picks me up out of nowhere and lays me on the bed. Everyone follows and Amelia and Caden are by my side. Caden holds my hand but Thor gives him a death glare that makes him move to the side. He tries to hold my leg and Thor nearly kills him since he can see EVERYTHING.

“Wait I cant do this” I say. Okoye looks down there. All of a sudden she hits the floor.

“Shit” I say. Bruce steps in and takes over while Natasha puts Okoye in the living room.

Thor makes me look at him “what did you tell me when my father died?”

“Everything would be ok” I say

“Exactly I won’t let anything happen to you Y/N you know that now push out little Bean” I nod mustering up all my courage and strength. I bare down curling my toes when I feel that terrible feeling of your body ripping in half.

I let go and take a breath.

“Come on Y/N. Bean already has a lot of hair” Caden comes down and Thor’s voice booms throughout the room. Next they’re the ones to get into.

“Jesus take the wheel I will shove both you out of here in a second” I bare down again this time squeezing Thor’s hand even harder.

“Crowning” Bruce calls

“Fuck” I yell. A tear slips from my eyes and Thor wipes it kissing my head.

“You’re doing so good my love come on”

“Ok uh 1 more big push Y/N give it all to me” Thor stares at Bruce and he apologizes. Jealous bastard.

I bare down once more screaming. It feels like someone is shoving their hand up in my stomach and ripping out my guts.

He holds up the baby and all I see is blue. I feel my heart drop to my butt. He pats the butt but no response.

“Come on” He continues rubbing its stomach until I hear those faint cries.

“It’s a girl” he smiles. Bruce puts the baby on my chest and she’s so little.

“Hi honey” I wrap her in a towel

...

I’m laying in the cold ass hospital bed and they roll the baby in.

“Here she is” the nurse puts her in my arms. I need a name.

“A group of people out there is waiting want me to send them in?”

“Give me a minute” she nods leaving me with the baby. She opens her eyes slightly and I already see she has her fathers eyes. I touch her little hand and she smiles showcasing those deep dimples. Tears blue my vision then stream down my face.

“I can’t” I shake my head “I can’t do this to you”

The nurse comes back smiling.

“Can you get bring everyone” she nods walking back out. I stare at my baby girl until they come. “I think I know what your names gonna be”

The entire gang comes in and they smile.

“Caden and Amelia?” I call out. They step forward and I sigh.

“I know I’ll feel guilty for doing this but I can’t give up my baby. I get attached to her the first day she was in there so I’ll compensate-“

“Y/N we knew you’d keep that baby. We had a strong feeling so we adopted another child. It’s ok” I smile. They kiss my head and Thor nearly loses his shit. The couple leaves and I look to him.

“Why do you have to be so jealous?” In response he rolls his eyes

“What’s her name?”

“Heiress Angel Odinson” Thor’s face lights up like a Christmas tree “is that ok?”

“Yes” he walks closer and I lift her up. He declines quickly “She’s too little”

“Hold her” I relentlessly place her in his arms and she’s about as big as his hand and wrist. He starts crying again.

“Aww big man is crying” Tony smile patting his shoulder.

“Tony go in my pocket and grab the box” he does so pulling out a black matte box.

“Y/N you’re the most beautiful and the strongest woman I know. You had our child at home no medicine. I know we’ve had our differences but one thing you got wrong when we talked earlier was that I’m still in love with Jane. And that’s not true. To prove that” he looks at Tony and he moves next to my side getting on one knee making tears spill over as I laugh at his stupidity “I want to spend the rest of my life making you the happiest woman on earth and Asgard. Will you marry me?” By now I’m crying buckets of tears.

“Yes” I nod. He comes down and kisses me.

“Well guys we’re gonna have a wedding” the gang cheers.

[josiewinters1999]

What It Feels Like 2

Rocket Raccoon x OFC (Willie)

Part 1 ... Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: Rocket and Willie spend the day lounging around his ship. That is, until Willie gives into her vices

Contains: Angst, Fluff, Insecurities, Smoking, Mentions of drugs, Alcohol, Mentions of Suicide, Cursing

A/N: Thanks to the literal 3 people who read this and liked it. ( @animeaniseed @okie--loki and @youralienfriend​ y’all real ogs) If anyone here is new, Willie is my character for Doctor who I made almost 7 years ago that I put in everything. This was written for me and not meant to be seen by anyone so there may be some things in here you won’t understand and if you want to, DM me and I’ll tell you anything you want to know. Thanks to the guys actually reading this and here’s the part 2 y’all wanted

The sun doesn’t rise in space and as Rocket’s ship drifts through the emptiness of the universe, the light through the window does not change. Was it not for the alarm clock on the nightstand next to his pillow, he may not have woken up. However, it does go off and begins screaming at the raccoon to rise for the day.

Groaning, he flopps to his side and reaches a tired paw to silence it. He wipes his face, blinking furiously as he attempts to fully wake up. He pushes down, lifting himself into a sitting position. The first fully conscious thought in his head was the night before.

He still feels tingly from his realization. It was very uncharacteristic of him to feel this strongly about anyone let alone a woman. But, he reminds himself, Willie is no average woman. This is true, she isn’t. Willie is a six foot, 2600 year old woman with the strength of sumo wrestler.

Rocket’s thoughts are cut off when his nose starts to sniff the air. Smoke and coffee. Those two things indicated that Willie was in fact awake. Rocket smiles and quickly dresses to go meet her.

After slipping on the nearest jumpsuit on his floor, the raccoon scurries down the hall as quickly as he can, but not too quickly as too look in a hurry.

Upon entering the main control room, he finds the Gallifreyan blond in the captain’s chair, a mug full of hot coffee clutched in her right hand, and a cigarette held delicately in her left. She’s fully dressed, wearing one of her typical green tops, a pair of blue jeans, and brown work boots, the same thing she always wears.

Her legs are draped over the arm of the chair and when Rocket enters, his feet making soft padding noises on the floor, she glances over her knees at him then back at the stars with a smile, “Morning big man,” she greated.

Rocket’s heart flutters at her pet name. With weak knees, he hops into the co captains chair to sit with her, “Morning sasquatch.”

The blond chuckles and takes a drag off her cigarette. As she exhales, she turns to Rocket, “Sorry about this,” she says, “I know how you feel about smoking in the ship, but I just really needed a hit.” She pulls the tobacco roll back and examines it, the business end glowing, “I wish I could quit these damn things but if I can’t drink and I can’t get high, then I guess this is okay.” She sighs and takes another long drag.

The raccoon in the seat next to her admires her for a bit. Her long, perfectly golden, hair lay on her shoulders in the most exquisite way. The loose, middle parted, curls shine in the artificial lights of the spacecraft and Rocket could get lost in them given the opportunity.

Snapping himself back to reality, he leans forward mumbling, but not daring to make eye contact with his partner, “Here, let me get the vents going.” His fingers tap on the touch screen in front of him and the tobacco smoke filled room is suddenly clear and fresh to breathe in again.

Willie looks up as the vents suck out her smoke, “Shit,” she mutters, “I keep forgetting we have those.”

Rocket leans back into the seat again, glancing at Willie once more. This time she meets his gaze and smiles, her cheeky grin seeming brighter when her smoke was in her hand, “What’s the plan for today chief?” She questions, “I don’t think we had any job offers come in last night and Knowhere is a couple days away even with the jumps.”

The raccoon shrugs, “I don’t know, thought maybe we’d just chill for the day. Been awhile since we did that.” She nods as he continues, “You still kinda owe me a drink. We kinda skipped that last night.”

Willie looks down into her coffee mug at those last two words “‘Last night,’” she repeats, her smile fading.

“Yeah, remember, you sat in the rain like an idiot while I tried to get your stupid ass inside?” Rocket retorted.

Smile coming back to her face, Willie nods, “Yeah I remember. It’s just I was thinking last night…”

This makes Rocket’s ears perk ever so slightly, “About what?”

She looks up to him and then turns to snuff out her cigarette in the ashtray on the main console in front of her, “About stuff. Nothing I’d want to burden you with. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Concern laced his eyes as his ears dropped back down, “You okay?”

Willie shrugs, “Okay as I can get I guess.”

***

The two had spent the day playing cards. Willie had brought her deck from Earth and taught her raccoon friend how to play Blackjack. At first he didn’t understand but after Wilie explained it one more time in her smooth soft voice, he felt like he was an expert.

The entire time they played, they chatted each other’s ears off. Rocket would tell any joke he could take any opportunity to make Willie laugh. Her laugh, when it wasn’t forced, was beautiful. It was so hearty and full of life. Her eyes would squint as she smiled and through the tired bags underneath them, she looked amazing.

Willie, coming back down from one such laugh, picks up her cards to finally put them away, “You know Rocket,” she chuckles, “for a raccoon, you are fucking hilarious.”

Pretending to know what the hell she was talking about Rocket nervously laughs, “Well what can I say, I’m pretty amazing.”

He watches her for a moment as she stacks the cards neatly, having a bit of difficulty getting them in the perfect shape to fit in the box. As she fiddles with them in her lap, a piece of her hair falls out from behind her ear and into her face. Rocket can almost feel his hand reaching across the table on its own to push it back. It took everything in his power to stop it.

He suddenly looks down to his own lap and desperately tries to think of anything else. The raccoon can feel his heart pounding in his chest, threatening to burst out of his body if he doesn’t do something to satiate it.

“Hey Willie,” he finally says, looking back up with hopeful eyes.

Not looking at him as she finally slides the card deck back into the box her eyebrows raise, an indicator she was listening, “Yeah?”

Rocket begins to get up, heading to the ship’s miniscule kitchen, “How bout that drink?”

She finally closes the box and sets it in front of her, eyes meeting Rocket as he walks, “Sure!” she beams.

He walks to the big crate in the kitchen filled with Rocket’s alcohol. As he rummages through it, taking a mental inventory, he calls over his shoulder to Willie, “What’ll it be blondie? Beer, vodka, tequila? I got it all in here.”

Her shoulders drop and she bites her lip, “Uhm, Rocket…”

Willie’s tone of voice instantly reminds him of something and he scrunches up his face in embarrassment. He curses under his breath for being so stupid and stands up to face her, “I’m so sorry. I totally forgot about the whole ‘recovering alcoholic’ thing.”

He rubs the back of his head nervously and points a thumb over his shoulder at the fridge, “You want something else, I got a lot of st-”

Straightening her shoulders and with a determined face Willie almost barks, “No. You know what? Fuck it. Get me that vodka.”

Shocked, Rocket blinks a couple times before stuttering, “Uhm, o-okay. Coming right up.” He grabs his and hers drinks with some glasses and sits back at the table, pouring them each a drink.

She almost snatches the glass off the table and stares into the clear liquid, wondering if this was a good idea. She mumbles something Rocket doesn’t understand under her breath and extends her glass to Rocket, “Here’s to four centuries of sobriety, right down the fucking toilet.”

Rocket contemplates letting her take a drink but decides it’s best not to argue with her and meets her toast. They both take a drink. Rocket only empties his glass less than a quarter of the way but when he puts his down, he sees Willie completely emptied hers in one go. His eyes go wide as she goes to refill her own glass.

“You know, vodka was the thing I always drank before I quit,” she glances up at Rocket briefly before turning hungrily back to the clear substance.

“Oh yeah?” Rocket asks, taking another sip from his glass.

She nods, “Yup. Drank it all the time. All the time.” She finishes her pour and sets the bottle down between them, “I’d be drinking by ten in the morning. Sometimes I’d sneak it into my coffee, or my tea, or even have a flask in my coat to steal drinks from, anything to keep it a secret from the guy I was living with at the time.”

Willie lifts the glass and downs half of it before continuing, “But when I really drank, I’d go to this little night club in Harlem. Small little Russian owned place, and since I had helped the owner with something a while back, he’d let me drink for free sometimes there, others I’d get a discount. Man would I drink. I’d drink until I blacked out, only to wake up next to someone I didn’t know. Sometimes I’d get drunk and I’d have a bottle of this shit in my hand and blow up my nose.”

Shaking her head before finishing her glass she speaks softly, “I was so lost back then...”

Rocket reaches to refill her, “So you were a drunk, it’s no big deal. I’m a drunk and you still ride with me.”

She sits back watching the raccoon, “Yeah but you don’t get it. The way drinking made me feel, the escape it gives me, I was hooked. But here I am, giving into it again,” she gives a sad smile before grabbing her drink and chugging the whole thing, slamming it back on the table.

Christ this woman can drink, Rocket thinks to himself as he refills the glass yet again.

The sadness in her face seems to grow the more she drinks and Rocket wonders if maybe he should put his foot down and stop her from making any big mistakes, “You’re a good man Rocket,” she says as she drinks from her fourth glass.

He chuckles, unsure of what else to do, “I don’t know about that.”

She downs another swallow and coughs, her voice becoming slightly hoarse from the burning drink, “I mean it,” she starts, “you’re smart and you know what the fuck you’re doing. You could do anything you wanted. Question is,” she leans forward and lowers her voice, “why the fuck are you dicking around with me?”

Rocket laughs nervously, realizing Willie is already drunk off her ass, “Why wouldn’t I?”

Willie sips the last of what was left and starts, tears welling up in her eyes, “Because I’m fucking worthless, because I’m a monster…” she pauses before whispering, “because I don’t even deserve to be alive right now…”

“What the hell are you talking about, you’r-” Rocket starts.

“Don’t fucking pull that shit on me,” Willie barks. “I should have died all those years ago in the war. When they took my home, they should have taken me.” A tear falls down her face and she sniffles, “But they didn’t, the universe let me, me of all people, live. I just don’t get it. I killed and fucking ate my own kind and I was allowed to live?”

“Willie-”

“No!” She sits up, “Do you know what it feels like to live your life as me, completely alone, knowing you can’t die. No matter how hard you try?” She yells this last piece, the tears flowing from her face freely now. She’s abandoned her drink as she slouches back in the chair, averting her gaze from Rocket, “I can’t even resist a damn glass of vodka…”

There’s a moment of silence that Rocket realizes even his hard wit can’t fill. He begins to slowly gather up the bottle and glasses, putting them in their respective places.

When he’s finished, he turns to check on Willie but finds her gone, presumably to her room for the night. He checks his watch, the small device reading that is was in fact late.

The raccoon makes his way to his own room, preparing himself for bed. As he lays down into his blankets he hears noises from the next room over. Instead of muttering in her sleep, Willie is sobbing and quite loudly. Thinking of nothing else to do, Rocket drifts off to sleep himself, his heart aching and his journal untouched.

***

The next morning he wakes up before Willie and waits for her quietly and nervously in the kitchen a coffee for himself and one ready for her should she need it.

When she walks out, she’s dressed, still in the same clothes from last night, an indicator she slept in them. She squints her eyes, grimacing at the bright light as she runs a hand through her tousled and ratted bed head.

“Mornin’,” was all Rocket muttered.

Willie sees how upset he is and realizes she needs to make this quick, to save them both. “Rocket,” he looks up from the untouched mug in front of him, “I have to apologize. My… outburst last night was uncalled for. I said some things last night that were very personal and that was my fault. I shouldn’t have given in to the alcohol.”

She looks down at her feet and back up, “And that’s why I’m leaving as soon as we dock in two days.”

Brown eyes going wide Rocket almost chokes on the moisture in his mouth, “You what?”

Sitting down in front of him, Willie gives him sorry eyes, “Rocket you don’t need me around. You’d be so much better off without someone like me hanging around. I can’t stay,” she reach out and cups his face, rubbing a calloused thumb on his cheek, “I’m sorry.”

The blond stands up and begins to walk out when Rocket jumps from his seat, sending the chair flying back a foot or two, “Bullshit,” he shouts.

Willie stops but keeps her back to him as he continues, “That’s bullshit and you know it.” His heart is beating at a million miles a second and he can feel tears welling up in his own eyes.

Looking back coldly over her shoulder the Gallifreyan firmly speaks, “Rocket, I’m leaving and that’s final.”

He scampers to her front, forcing her to look at him, “No you’re not.”

“And why the hell not?” At this point Willie is puffing up, trying to scare the raccoon. Anything to make him hate her.

“B-because… Because…” he stutters.

“Because why Rocket? Because we’re friends? Because we’re partners? Well, I hate to break it you, but not a damn bit of that matters to me. I’m leaving. Be glad I’m doing it now before I get you killed.” She angrily pushes past him and keeps walking.

Frantically thinking of anything to prevent her from going to pack her bags, Rocket’s eyes dart to differently places on the floor as his thoughts race.

Eventually he blurts, “You can’t leave because I love you.”

As he said those words, his voice cracked a little and the second they were out, his eyes went wide as he comprehended what he just said. Willie stops dead in her tracks once again, turning on her heel to face him, “What?”

Realizing he’s said it and can’t take it back, Rocket runs with it, “I love you Willie. I love your smile. I love your hair. I love your laugh. I love how you make me feel normal when you talk to me,” his voice gets dangerously low, “I love you and you can’t leave me.”

Her shoulders losing their tenseness, Willie slowly makes her way to the raccoon and kneels before him, making them eye level. “Rocket… sweetie… that’s really stupid of you.”

He lays a paw on her arm revelling in the touch of her skin, despite all the scars, “No it’s not. It’s-”

She pushes his hand away, “Did you not hear a word I said last night? I may have been hammered drunk but every bit was true.”

Putting his hand back and adding another one to her free arm, he counters, “The hell it was. You are no monster blondie. If anyone’s a monster it would be me and you were the one who made me realize even that’s not true.” He reaches up to her face, “Willie, you are the only one who makes me feel happy. My life was complete shit when I met you but that first time you called me ‘big man,’ I felt like the most powerful being in the galaxy. I can’t let that go and I’m not letting you go.”

He glances down and then back up to her deep blue eyes, “Please stay? I need you.”

Willie closes her eyes and stands, “Rocket,” she says in a tone that made him feel like his heart was going to shatter, “honey, this,” she gestures between them both, “us, wouldn’t work.”

Ears drooping, Rocket feels like he could just curl up into a ball and die right there. “And trust me,” Willie keeps going,”it’s not because of you, or what you are. It’s all me and who I am. Maybe in a different time and different place, I would give it a shot but right now…” she sighs, “I just can’t.”

She lowers her voice, trying to comfort him best she can, “I’ve got baggage. Baggage on baggage on baggage and I don’t want to put that on you okay?” he sighs, keeping his watery eyes to the floor away from her, “You’re a great guy Rocket. But me? You don’t want me. Trust me.”

“Fine,” he spits, “you don’t love me, just admit it. I was stupid for ever saying anything. I should just let you go if you want to leave so bad.”

Willie kneels back down, “No no no. It’s not like that at all, I do care about you a lot. Just not in the way you might want me to.” She bites her lip and sighs. “Look at me,” he reluctantly does so, “I’ll wait until we get to Knowhere to make my final decision. If in that time I decide that I should stay, I will, if not, I won’t. Okay?” she lifts a blond eyebrow waiting for a response.

He nods, “Fine.” Willie’s lips turn up in the corners and she leans in to touch them to the top of the raccoon’s head. “You’re so sweet.” she whispers.

As she stretches back again to standing position, she looks down at her ruffled clothes, “Why don’t I go change and we’ll cook something alright?”

Rocket lets a smile sit on his own face, “Take a bath too why don’t you? You smell like something dead.”

She laughs and shakes her head, turning to leave.

The raccoon watches her go, a glimmer of hope in his lonely heart.

[splat-dragon]

When I reach the other side ~Highwayman, The Highwaymen

Her family was sitting around the dinner table.

 They didn’t usually eat at the dinner table.

 Why were they sitting at the dinner table?

 Was she dreaming?

 She pinched her arm.

  Ow.

 Huh. That was pathetic. Still. No, not dreaming.

 “Morning Jen!” her grandma chimed, stirring the pan she was cooking in. Oh, pan. Weird.

 Dully, she was aware she was in shock. Her palms were damp, and her pulse was whooshing in her ears.

 She was so used to eating ‘stew’ for breakfast, if Pearson’s cooking could be called stew. Offal and oatcakes and whatever else she could dig up in the end, once he’d bailed with the girls. ‘Good for him.’

 She missed him.

 Missed all of them.

  ‘Don’t think about it.’

 “Morning Nan.”

 Sit down at the table.

 Accept a plate.

 Not a bowl.

 “Sleep well?"

 Answer Papa.

 Don’t call him sir.

 “Yeah, had a weird dream.”

 Don’t stare at Mom. She’s on her phone - it’s been forever since she's been on her phone.

 “What about?”

 Nana’s asking her a question. Don’t zone out again.

 Mom’s still distracted by her phone. Don’t get frustrated. Pretend she’s Mary-Beth, distracting herself with one of her books.

 “Can’t remember, honestly.” pray she's talking right - have her speech patterns changed? Don’t say y’all. “Just know it was weird.”

 “Did I tell you about when I worked for Pixar?”

 Papa interrupts. She missed him a lot. Forgot how much it hurt to see his mind going. See a lot of Uncle in him. Remember seeing Bill’s mind going in the end.

 Remember Bill rambling when he was drunk, saying he was afraid of losing his mind like his Pa, remember him in the beginning of the first game having done so.

 Nearly spit out her eggs. Realize everything’s going to taste different. Preservatives, spices. Different cooking methods. The eggs she’d eaten rarely had been from the hens they’d kept in camp. These had been frozen, shipped from farms across the states. Boiled and scrambled and salted and peppered.

 She forces herself not to gag, clenches her fist around her fork. Struggles against the strong taste and forces them down.

 Forgets that food isn’t scarce anymore.

 Listens to Papa’s story.

 Mom doesn’t talk at all.

Get up, get laughed at when she goes to wash her dishes by hand.

 Forget dishwashers are a thing again.

 Smile - pray it looks natural - walk back to her room.

 Put her head between her knees and gasp for air.

Life is so different, and she struggles.

 Things come naturally to her after a day or so. It’s as though she never Went, and it scares her. Will she forget? Forget those horrible things she did, those things she can never forgive herself for? Forget the people she still considers family, despite what they did?

 She sits on her bed, sometimes. Stares at her phone, finds herself lost in thought. Can she hate them? Hate Bill, for snarling at her and saying those horrible things, for aiming a gun at her? Hate Javier for turning against her? Hate Dutch for shooting her, for killing her even though it may not have been his bullet that dropped her dead?

 Or is it Rockstar she should blame? It was they who created them, they who made their fate. They who coded them, gave them their personalities, their histories and their fates. It was Rockstar who decided that Micah would be a monster, that Dutch would lose his way and turn them all into collateral damage.

 And she’d spiral, would struggle for breath and claw at her arms until her cat cried and climbed in her lap and let her clutch at her until she grounded herself again.

 Sometimes she hated them, despised Bill and Javier and Dutch and Micah, sometimes it was Rockstar she hated. And sometimes she felt awful for them - for Bill, whose mind goes. For Javier, whose world crumbled around him. For Dutch, who struggled to carry twenty-odd people in a shrinking world and suffered a brain injury. And others… and others, all three.

 More often than not, she despised herself for failing, for watching them all march to the game’s end and being unable to do anything to stop them.

Always, she had to put a smile on her face. How could she say “Oh, I had a dream and now I’m having breakdowns” without looking the fool? Already, she was struggling to fit back in. Her words were slipping back to normal - she’d tried to force herself to talk as she had towards the end, and it had been hard, and an attempt to throw a rock and knock a bottle off a fence had missed by a mile.

 It’s as though she’d never Gone and she’s scared. She’s falling apart, and even her cat won’t listen, struggles against her arms once she’s caught her breath and flees.

One night, she wakes up screaming.

 She’d fallen asleep early - that was something that hadn’t changed, she’d taken to sleeping and waking early. Had dreamed of a man whose life she’d choked out of him, taken to the ground and strangled 'til he died. His eyes had bulged, and she’d watched as the veins in his eyes had popped, hadn’t let go for minutes after he stopped moving to make sure he was good and dead.

 His crime was that he’d recognized them from Blackwater, and nothing else. She’d not had her gun on her, her knife needed to be sharpened, and so she’d used her hands. He’d refused to fight back, as she was young and a woman, and he’d died for it.

Nana had found her in the kitchen, staring at the coffee pot.

 She’d never cared for coffee Before, gagged on the taste of it, and opted for soda for her caffeine fix, and then energy drinks once she’d developed a taste for them. But sodas were rare and expensive (and contained actual cocaine, and she refused to even chew cocaine gum) in the 1800’s, so she’d taken to drinking coffee. She’d ‘decided to try’ coffee after coming back, only to spit it out to everyone’s great amusement - it tasted very different, was far too smooth, lacking the grounds she’d grown used to, and refused to try it since.

 But she couldn’t sleep, and wanted some sort of familiarity and something to settle her nerves. God, but she’d give anything for the tea Hosea made (oh, Hosea) or the coffee that Susan would make (she missed her dearly, the woman was harsh but reminded her almost of her Nana, had kept her sane), even Pearson’s stew (as disgusting as it was, she’d grown used to it and it was home). But she didn’t know how to make any of them, and didn’t have the ingredients even if she did.

  Her grandmother had made tea (iced sweet tea, of course, none of that  hot tea  that some people like, don’t be blasphemous! but what Hosea used to make was hot tea and oh but she missed it) and pressed it into her hands, and she’d wrinkled her nose but drank it anyways, sitting with the old woman until, finally, she’d blurted out “I had a nightmare.”

 and Nana hadn’t said anything, instead sipped at her tea, waiting for her to talk on her own time.

 “It… it was a really long nightmare.”

 Nana drank her tea.

 “I dreamt I was Arthur. From… from Red Dead.”

 Of course Nana knew who that was. Nana had been the one to introduce her to video games as a child, had watched her play Red Dead 2 (had bought it for her, in fact) and then the first one, had actually asked her to replay it not long before she’d woken up in the fields of West Elizabeth.

 “I dreamt that… that I did everything he did. That I… I murdered and killed. Killed a lot of people, some of them with my bare hands. From… from Colter all the way 'til the end.”

 Nana’s face went sad, and she put a knobby hand atop of Jen’s.

 “Would… if… if I did, if I did do those things… would you hate me?”

 Nana frowned and shook her head, squeezed her hand. “Never. I could never hate you. When you were growing up, remember what I said? No matter what you do, I’ll always love you. If you murder someone, I’ll help you hide the body.”

 And she couldn’t help but to give a watery giggle, “That’d be an awful lot of bodies.”

 Nana nodded, “Then I’d have to dig an awful lot of graves.” and she must have seen the look on her face, because she leaned forward and pulled her into a hug. “No matter what you do,” she squeezed her, held her tight, “I will always love you.”

 and god but she hoped that was true.

[cherryblossomcheesecake]

God & His Priests & His Kings - a ffxv oc fan fic 1/?

A/N: Hey y’all, the sequal is finally here! So it’s gonna be awhile before much happens, this chapter is character/world building for the most part cuz we do have a big timeskip between HR&B and this story. Now, fair warning: it’s gonna be a LONG time before Soo gets together with a chocobro and this fic does start off with her being in a relationship with a male OC. That being said, this fic will contain underage sex/sex between two minors and eventually between adults, so I will do my best to let ppl know about nsfw content in the A/N and let y’all know where it starts/ends so if you don’t wanna read it, you can just skip it. There is vague nsfw content towards the end of this chapter btw.

ANYWAYS, if you’re stumbling upon this and want to read the prequel, here’s the link for How Rare & Beautiful. This fic is updated every other Friday. I’m also open for requests so send me something after taking a look at my rules!

Master Post

Chapter One: Feast of Starlight or Where Soo-Min is in Goryeo

I knelt quietly in the palace gardens, praying to any gods who would listen. I was sending off my daily pleads to the astrals and anyone else listening; I prayed for the health of the three princess elects, and their consorts and children. I prayed for the health of my mother, and for the health of the royal families of Lucis and Tenebrae.

Littered around me were piles of flowers and herbs that I had begun bundling either to be put on display throughout the various rooms in the palace or to be dried in the apothecary. The afternoon sun kissed my pale skin, offering some colour to my cheeks. I twirled a blue flower between my fingers, thinking of the little boy I had left behind in Lucis seven years ago, with those big sapphire blue eyes and messy black hair.

Seeing the prince grow through the dreamscape was hard; as Noctis grew older, he began to seek me out less, making our visits few and far between. I hadn’t seen him since he started high school this year, his hair trimmed to a short length to adhere to school rules. He had slowly begun to shoot up in height, easily passing my five foot two and continuing to grow.

Communicating in the waking world wasn’t any better though. Letters between Goryeo and Insomnia took weeks to get from the sender to the destination, nevermind how difficult it was to find the time to sit down and write a letter. I had sent a response off to Noctis a month ago, but with the exam season just around the corner, it was hard to say when I’d get a reply.

I sighed heavily, turning back to the flowers and herbs I had yet to sort through. Blades of cut grass clung to the dark green fabric of my skirt as I picked through the stocks and bound them together with twine.

I had become so immersed in my task that I let out a small scream when a pair of hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against a firm chest.

“You need to be more alert when you’re alone, jagiya.” a husky voice whispered into my ear, making me fight to turn around and hit my assailant on the arm.

Orion gave me a toothy grin, chuckling as I huffed at him before replying.

“And you shouldn’t go around scaring court ladies when they’re working. You’re lucky I didn’t have a knife,” I said, poking his chest as I glared at his tanned face.

“You wouldn’t stab me, you value my company too much.” he stated cockily, pushing a strand of hair away from my face.

“I may value your company and friendship, however I do not appreciate when you disrupt my work.” I said as I turned away to continue bundling up the herbs.

I had met Orion when I was thirteen, and he was fifteen; I had been in the market that day running errands for my mother and he had been working at a fish stall that my family frequently purchased from. The older boy had talked my ear off the entire time I was at the stall, and asked after me in the following weeks.

Myung-Hee got it into her head about making a match between me and the half-galahdian boy, sending me down to the market for errands more often, usually to his father’s fish stall for random things. Orion and I eventually became friends, spending the afternoons on the coast when we could both get away from our respective jobs.

In the three years that I had known him, Orion had swiftly changed from a boy into a man. As he inched closed to adulthood, his features began to appear sharper as baby fat melted away, and stubble covered his strong jaw. His long dark hair was adorned with braids and some strands bound together with leather strips, pulled back from his tanned face with the sides shaven. It was an attractive look for him, a beautiful blend of his mixed heritage involving both Galahdian and Goryean undertones.

And of course Orion wasn’t the only one blooming into adulthood. I was experiencing puberty all over again, dealing with the rushes of forgotten hormones and rapid body changes. My body in this world wasn’t too different from that of the one I had on Earth, save for minor differences in the finer details.

My skin was more golden despite how little time I spent in the sun, with my long dark hair falling to my lower back in a sea of black. My eyes were more upturned at the outer corners, my face fuller. My petite frame carried little to no curves, my breasts smaller than before, but I remained at my old height of five foot two.

In comparison, Orion towered over me even when sitting, his palm against the grass as he leaned towards me.

“When is the third princess planning on relieving you of your duties, court lady Han-Farron?” the man asked, smiling roguishly as he came closer.

My brown gaze flicked up to meet his own, taking in the mischievous glimmer that lurked within them, sending my chest aflutter.

“Princess Eun-Byeol usually dismisses me shortly after nightfall, unless she requires me further.” I replied, tucking herbs and flowers into a basket for travel from the gardens to the palace.

“I’ll wait for you then…” Orion whispered, leaning in even closer as he tucked a blossom behind my ear before swiftly departing.

A small smile graced my lips as I watched him go, my fingers delicately touching the blossom. I gathered up what remained of the flowers before lifting the basket as I rose and hurried off in the opposite direction, my dark green skirt fluttering in the wind.

The stone pathway wound through the massive garden, intersecting with other paths and branching off at various points as it led up towards the palace. The green of the garden soon gave way to the red pillars of the palace, the high walls and soldiers separating the garden from the courtyard beyond.

As soon as I entered, I was surrounded by the people of the palace. Court ladies and servants milled about, no part of the palace was silent as they carried out their duties. I walked among them, heading for the kitchen to drop off the various herbs and flowers so the could be delivered to the appropriate heads of staff.

Upon entering the kitchen, I was directed by head court lady Oh to place the basket on the long wooden table that stretched across the kitchen. After words, I approached the older woman, head bowed respectfully as she handed me a tray of tea and rice cakes.

“Deliver this to third princess Eun-Byeol’s chambers, she is taking her evening tea with the first princess Gyeong-Hui. Do not return until you are dismissed.” court lady Oh ordered in a stern tone, no different from usual.

I accepted the tray with a small nod and a quiet, “Yes, lady Oh,” before departing from the kitchens and making my way across the palace. The chambers of my lady, third princess Eun-Byeol, was farthest from the kitchens, prompting me to stride quickly as the air chilled with the slow onset of evening.

The guards posted outside my lady’s chambers opened the doors at my approach, allowing me entry to the receiving room where the two princesses sat talking.

“Ah, lady Han-Farron. You’ve returned from the gardens, and with tea and cakes.” came princess Eun-Byeol’s bell-like voice as I placed the tray on the table, setting the tea pot and rice cakes between the royals.

“Yes, your highness. Court lady Oh believed that rice cakes would be suitable for the first and third princesses.” I answered respectfully, my eyes directed towards the floor as my hands pressed against my abdomen as I withdrew from the table.

“A good decision on her part.” Princess Gyeong-Hui confirmed as she selected a cake from the plate, “Now, my dear, how are you adjusting to being a personal court lady to princess Eun-Byeol? I know this must be rather different for you.” the elder princess inquired, her voice weathered by age.

“The third princess has been nothing but kind to me, your highness. She doesn’t ask too much of me and is fair in her orders.” came my response as the two princesses continued with their evening tea.

“Good. You may be a lower station than her, but you are still a member of the Han clan and my grand-daughter. It’s is an honour for princess Eun-Byeol to have a personal court lady of your standing.” the first princess continued, taking a sip of her tea as she spoke.

“Of course, your highness.” I answered simply, standing still against the wall behind the older woman.

The two princesses continued to speak with each other, allowing me time to let my mind wander. I thought back on when I became Eun-Byeol’s personal lady, when I had just turned sixteen in this new life. I had been a regular court lady before then, starting when I turned thirteen, learning etiquette and the skills that were necessary to serve and provide for a family. But as my features became more mature and my figure went from girl to woman, I began to resemble the third princess, which gained the attention of the other two princesses and their court ladies.

I was approached by my grandmother and her court lady following my sixteenth birthday, who explained the role of personal court ladies; we were to be the double of our princess, so that if the princess was in danger or needed to wander anonymously, the court lady would stand in her place with nobody none the wiser. The makeup the princesses wore to disguise certain parts of their features made it much easier to pull off the switching of identities; the flowing silks of the ruqun hiding the differences in body shape. I had only stood in as Eun-Byeol’s double a few times, but it was amazing how much we did look like each other when I was dressed as her.

I was brought out of my thoughts at the sound of Gyeong-Hui’s chair scraping against the wood floor as she stood to take her leave.

“It was a pleasure to speak with you, princess Eun-Byeol. We don’t speak often outside of court,” she said, giving a slight nod of her head.

The younger girl rose as well, bowing her head in respect as she replied, “It was an honour to host you. I hope we can speak outside of court more often.”

Gyeong-Hui nodded once more before turning and sweeping out the door with a guard and handmaiden behind her. Eun-Byeol headed towards her bronze mirror that rested on her dressing table, as I quickly placed the empty plate, teapot and cups on my tray before following her further into her living space.

I began to assist her in removing various hair pins and ornaments, watching as sections of her hair began to fall from her formal updo. Once all her hair was released from the various pins and twists, I gently began combing the tangled strands, working through the knotted sections with care. It was a long process due to the length of the princess’ hair, but thankfully the knots were easily untangled, and I began to help Eun-Byeol remove her ruqun and redress in her night clothes. The white silk nightdress was simpler for the princess to handle on her own, so I began disposing of the dirty ruqun so that it could be washed.

“Is there anything else you need, your highness?” I asked politely as the older woman stood across the room.

“No, that’ll be all for the evening, thank you.” Eun-Byeol replied, her cool gaze landing on me briefly before turning towards her bed. I bowed respectfully despite her back being turned to me, and I departed from her living space.

The evening guard had begun their watch as I closed the door behind me, the night’s chill touching my cheeks. I sighed and quickly made my way to the small room located not too far from the princess’ chambers that had been appointed to me. They were located in a secluded courtyard that was near the walls separating the palace from the gardens, the area free of trees and awashed in moonlight.

I slipped into my room, quietly closing the door behind me. The rice paper door that led to the courtyard was open, letting the moonlight into the small room and illuminating Orion’s large figure as he laid on the bedding. I smiled silently before unpinning my hair for the night, listening to the shuffling of fabric as the older man shucked his tunic across the room before padding over to where I kneeled in front of my small dressing table.

Kneeling behind me, Orion brushed my hair away from the side of my neck before slowly brushing his lips over sensitive skin. I shivered lightly, allowing him to have his fun as I slowly wiggled out of my outer clothes, letting the silk of my hanbok drop to the floor.

I giggled when his lips brushed over a particularly ticklish spot on my neck, slipping out of his arms and walking over to the bedding, smiling as dark, hungry eyes followed me. Orion slowly followed, the beads in his hair clacking as his lips sought out mine once he stood in front of me.

His kiss was hungry and lustful, large hands roaming my torso as he attempted to remove my under clothes and cotton underskirt. The skin-to-skin contact was heavenly after spending a few nights without him, warmth radiating from his body as we both lost what remained of our clothing. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we lay entwined on the bedding, his lips mouthing a path of fire down my neck and chest, drawing small gasps from me as we slowly succumbed to our lust and passion.

Next Chapter

[demonicheadcanons]

RFA and V and Saeran on their first date with MC

(AN: Sorry for not posting more art than writing this last while. I’ve been having fun drawing stuff for Mystic Messenger, and I haven’t gotten any requests or anything and sometimes I struggle with coming up with non-self-indulgent ideas for stuff ;; I would really love some requests, and I am also (at the time this is posted) trying out match-ups if anyone wants one ^^ The characters might be a bit OOC in this because, as I always remind y’all, I’m only half way through my second route so I don’t know the characters all that well yet really. This is just a little thing I kinda wanted to write ^^. Hope it’s alright!)

Zen

Because it’s just the first date (and he is really hopeful that there will be many, many more) he will take you out somewhere quite calm so he can just talk to you and get to know you properly

Has loads of questions for you. The conversation flows the entire time. Even if you’re not the best at talking, this boy knows exactly what to do and say. He can easily relax you if you’re nervous

Flirts with you the entire time. He will speak entirely in pick up lines for a while just to make you laugh or smile. “Zen, we’re literally on a date, you don’t need to use pick up lines.” He’ll just pout at you and then continue a bit later

You go off on a tangent talking about something, and he will probably just sit and stare and you and he falls in love pretty fast. You catch him staring and he’ll turn his head away, blush, then look at you, his eyes full of adoration as he tells you how cute you are (anyone can be cute regardless of gender <3)

If you deny it, oh shit, he’s gonna go off on one telling you how amazing you are. Like, you will have to tell him to stop eventually because he will not stop talking for a long, long time

He won’t smoke for as long as possible during the date, or he’ll make sure to excuse himself because he doesn’t want you to be anywhere near the smoke. Tbh, when you start dating, he’ll probably try to stop smoking altogether. With all his determination and with you by his side, it’d make it a little easier on him, but you know it’s still going to be a bit of struggle for him. Give him loads of hugs pls

Will walk you as far as he can to the apartment and will give you a very gentle, sweet goodbye kiss, with promises of another date soon. As soon as you leave, he’s already planning it out. Boy loves you so much

Yoosung

You either end up going to a park, to a funfair, or to an arcade/bowling alley. For this, I’ll be writing the arcade/bowling alley

You both agree to meet there, and you see him before he sees you. He’s on his phone, biting his lip and leaning his head down. You walk over to him and he looks up and this adorable smile forms on his face as his eyes light up. He gives you a hug in which he lightly squeezes you (“oh god, I’m sorry, I’m just so happy to see you!”) and you both go into the arcade

He’s so excited it radiates out from him, but he’s also a little nervous because he wants you to see him as cool and he’s terrified to act at all like a child, because he’s fed up of being seen as one rather than being seen as a man

Hold his hand and he will melt. He’s not all that fond of PDA but hand holding is A+. His face goes bright red and he has this tiny little smile on his face as he glances at you then immediately looks away

You do bowling first. He’s not the best at it, but it’s really fun and you both have a good laugh. Bumpers for extra fun, and so that he’s at least able to hit one pin

He still misses the pins a lot

Then you both get to the machines and omg. He’s just so happy and so excited because he gets to play games with the person he loves and oh did he say that out loud? Shit

You think he can’t get any more red but prepare for him to literally become a tomato (say goodbye to your boyfriend he is a tomato now) if you ask him to repeat what he just said or make any comment on it whatsoever

He’ll stutter out that he just thought since you had both said it in the chat room and on the phone he might as well say in person that he does feel that he loves you. Then he changes the topic by pointing and running over to a claw machine or something to win you a plushie (stuffed teddy)

Obviously he doesn’t have much money – he’s a student, so he won’t go on too many machines after that. You both leave, wincing in the bright day light, and he’ll give you a hug and a small kiss goodbye as you both part ways

He’ll text you later saying how much he enjoyed the date and being with you and stuff. He is very cute and sweet and sappy

Jaehee

Coffee date. She doesn’t have much time so you meet up near her workplace and you both go to a little café and get tea/coffee (coffee for her, obviously)

She’ll make polite conversation with you. Do not ask her about work, she will list off all the things she has to do and you will get overwhelmed by the amount of things that she has to do because there is just so much and how does she keep track of it all?

You’ll end up admiring her as she talks though, the way she’ll push a strand of hair behind her ear every now and then and she slightly uses her hands as she talks. She focuses on her cup most of the time as she talks, taking small sips every now and then

And then suddenly she glances up and meets your eyes and her voice falters a little and just... how is she so beautiful? You feel your cheeks flush as you glance down at your own cup and take a sip of your drink

She asks you loads of questions, making sure not to talk about herself too much. She won’t ask anything too personal, and if you seem to not want to talk about something she picks up on it right away and changes the topic. She’s very observant and she makes a mental list so that she knows not to bring things up again

Honestly she’s just an amazing girlfriend and she’ll ask at the end of the date if you want to meet up again, same time next week? It becomes a weekly thing and the people in the café get to know you both well and they really like you both

(Going outside the first date thing a bit) After a few weeks of hugs rather than goodbye kisses, you’re going to have to be the one to kiss her. She doesn’t really like PDA though (she’s totally fine if it’s just you two) so maybe not in or right outside the café. She’ll blush a bit and smile at you and hug you tight after though

Gentle kisses on the cheek from then on every time you meet up as she greets you with a hug

Jumin

He’s gonna so take you to a fancy restaurant. If you don’t like the idea at first, he’ll convince you somehow. “I just want to take you out as a nice treat, after all you’ve been through recently.” He’ll be a bit scared of you getting hurt so he’ll have body guards close by at all times, but not too close

Keeps up a steady conversation, but for a bit he struggles to not make it too formal. Eventually he relaxes a bit (after a glass or two of wine lol) and starts chatting more freely

Tiny little smiles every time you laugh or giggle. He’ll chuckle to himself and sip his drink

Looks at you with such an intensity at times that you just can’t help but blush. He’s just admiring you, but eventually he has a mild look of amusement in his eyes

When he relaxes fully, he might tease you a tiny little bit. He’ll be very careful not to upset or hurt you, it’s just how he is (I think Jumin is the kinda person that likes to wind people up a bit, but he really likes MC so he won’t go too far with it, yknow?)

Pays for the meal no matter what you say. He’s rich, and anyway he likes treating you

After the meal, he’ll thank you for such a lovely time, and he’ll take your hand and kiss it before pulling you in for a proper kiss

Says he can’t wait until next time, and gets a driver to leave you off somewhere close to the apartment. He’ll message you to make you got home safely and such, and he’ll thank you again for a nice day, telling you that he really enjoyed seeing you

Seven/Saeyoung

He’s not the best with being in social situations so honestly he’ll probably invite you over to his if you’re comfortable with that, or he’ll take you to the cinema. He prefers for you to go to his house though, because he wants it to just be the two of you (and Saeran, but he’ll probably prefer to stay on his own in his room or something whilst you’re over and whilst you two are on a date)

‘Cooks’ you a meal which he intended to have set out on the table when you got there, but it didn’t go to plan so he ordered in pizza. He didn’t know which kind you liked, so now he has quite a lot of pizza. Hope you like pizza. He’s gonna make you take one home with you

Settles down on the sofa with you and chats away, making loads of jokes and non-stop puns. At some point, he’ll leave the room to go to the bathroom, and he’ll come back wearing cat ears, watching as you laugh as him. He decides at that moment that he will do literally anything he can to make you laugh

Will put on whatever movie you want. You want a sappy romance film? A shitty comedy? A bloody horror film? He’ll literally get anything you want to watch

He’s a bit nervous but he suppresses it completely so it’s barely noticeable. Slightly shuffle over to him, and he’ll put his arm around you and pull you closer, smirking and winking at you jokingly

If you’re watching a horror film and you get at all scared, he’ll promise that Seven Oh Seven, the Defender of Justice, is here to protect you. Burrow your head into his chest/shoulder and he’ll kiss you on the forehead and laugh, but he won’t tease you (too much)

And then he gets caught off guard ‘cause he’s too busy watching your reaction or because a bug comes on screen and he screams and claps a hand over his mouth. You can faintly hear Saeran laugh from his room as Saeyoung keeps his hand covering his mouth. You look up at him and you both burst out laughing, and now it’s your turn to tease him

After the movie’s over he’ll walk you to the door, wrap his arms around your waist, and kiss you goodbye. He offers to collect you from the apartment next time if you want, and then makes a few more jokes before closing the door and turning around, pressing his back to the door and sliding slowly down until he ends up sitting on the floor, bright red, covering his face and the massive grin spreading across it. What a goof

V/Jihyun Kim

His sight isn’t so good so he can’t go to a movie or anything, so he suggests a walk in the park. You both meet up and he greets you with such a beautiful smile that just melts your heart. This boy is amazing and trustworthy and he has such a kind heart and you can tell this all just from that smile. And its genuine too!

Immediately greets you with a hug, wrapping you in his arms and holding onto you tight. When you pull back he has a light blush on his face and he’s still got that amazing smile and just wow

Holds your hand as you both walk. It’s honestly helpful for him with his eyesight, and means he doesn’t have to rely on his cane as much

Animals love him. You pass someone with a dog and the dog immediately comes to greet him. He’s quite good with them too, leaning down to pet them and he even talks to them

Kids also love him. They get really happy if he returns a ball or something they’ve accidentally thrown/kicked your way, and they’ll come up to him and ask about his hair and his eyes and stuff and he’s so gentle in his responses to them

Okay just everyone loves him. Literally everyone (except Yoosung lol). Anyone you pass greets you both with kind smiles and a ‘hello’ and he’s so good with everyone and oh my god he’s perfect

He compliments you the entire time, and listens intently whenever you speak. Like Jaehee he makes sure to ask you plenty of questions, and he’ll admit at one point that he loves listening to you talk

If you hadn’t already fallen in love with him, you will have by the end of the date. He walks you back to your car or your bus stop or whatever and he gives you a quick kiss and tells you he had a great time, and that he’d love it if this could be a regular thing. Gives you another quick kiss before leaving

Unknown/Saeran

You’re both meeting up at an ice cream parlour. He’s found one that’s quite nice and pretty without being too packed with people, because he’s not so keen on being around a lot of people at once at the moment

He’s on edge when you arrive, leaning against the wall with his shoulders hunched a bit and his hands in his pockets, staring off into the distance. When he catches sight of you, he lets out a sigh and visibly relaxes

He isn’t so big on physical affection yet, so he doesn’t hug you on greeting, just nodding instead and asking if you want to go inside

Inside, he’ll take you up to the counter and let you choose whatever flavours you want. He knows all the best flavours, so when you both sit down with your ice creams, he’ll talk about that for a bit so that he has something to talk about

It takes him a while to relax, and you realise he’s just not all that talkative in general. You end up both eating your ice cream and sitting in a comfortable silence at times. You’ll both keep up a comfortable level of chatter, and you’re both contented with it

After you’re both done your ice creams, you go out on a walk around the area

Neither of you are too confident in prying too much into the other’s pasts, simply because you don’t want to make each other uncomfortable, but if you open up about stuff or talk about any hardships and stuff he’ll immediately admire you like 10x more.

He might open up a little bit himself. He also apologises for tricking you when he caused you to go to Rika’s apartment in the first place, and for everything bad that happened afterwards

You tell him it wasn’t his fault and that its okay, and you can see him thinking as he glances at you continually. Eventually, he ends up holding your hand as you walk, which makes you smile a little. You can see the tiniest hint of a smile on his face too

You both wander about until it gets dark, not really doing much, just enjoying each other’s presence. You’re both in a pretty secluded area when you say your goodbyes, and he suddenly kisses you. It’s quite a forceful kiss, and he pulls back and looks at you, smirking lightly. That was one hell of a first kiss (next time he kisses you, it’s the complete opposite – it’s super gentle and careful)

Says goodbye as he leaves you off wherever you need left off at (good writing, A+), and nervously asks if you’d like to meet up with him again sometime soon. If you say yes, you can see his eyes light up a bit as he gives you a gentle smile and kiss on the cheek. He watches you leave, before turning around and going on his way too, and he genuinely feels a lot happier after being out with you

 (AN: I was like ‘oh I’ll just do a bit of casual writing before I go sleep’ and it’s been like an hour and a half/two hours that I’ve worked on this – overall this is almost 3000 words with the notes, and wow. I expected this to be super short and it’s my longest yet. Again, I hope it’s okay and is worth reading ;; Take care ^^)