#imagine u had a knife in your kitchen who turned into a person just to engage in acts of lesbian debauchery

[starphenie]

the... kindred... i think they were...... no, it couldn't be...........

[scribble-dribble-writes]

hellu,

another request for ya (cuz I adore ur writing):

Modern!Doctor!Obi-Wan x fem!reader where he had a patient (a woman) and he wasnt able to safe her and he saw her husband mourning the loss of his wife. (As he gets home later that night, he sees his wife in the kitchen preparing his dinner and just like wraps her up in his arms -> just an idea u can change that part.) He is like really traumatised from what happened at work ( that he couldnt help the woman, the man mourning the loss of his wife, scared to lose reader too) and reader comforts him.

I just want a bit of angsty fluff and reader comforting Obi and Obi being taken care of etc.

Lotsss of loveee

Thank you for the ask! It was a delight to write it and brought out all the feels 😩

Hope you enjoy it 💖

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Memorize it

You placed the plate in front of him but his mind was elsewhere. You could tell by how hesitant he was to pick up the butter knife and the small quiver as he held it, that he hid from you. Something wasn't right. It was all over his face, it was as though he had seen a ghost, his tight lipped smile, his foot tapping anxiously, it was all unlike him. Before you turned away to grab your plate, you slid your hand across his shoulder hoping to ease him but he bristled under your touch and then relaxed. He took in slow breaths, his hand overlapped yours as your gave it a gentle squeeze.

It must have been an incident at work, it wasn't easy being the wife of a doctor, most cases his patient's worry became his and in days like these, it was most likely that he had met with a loss. Those incidents shook him and he would often go away to his office or spend time alone to register and process it all. Instead today, he clung to you. He hadn't said much but his eyes conveyed enough.

"You know I love you right.", he stated suddenly as he sat back in his chair, his food left untouched.

"Yes and I love you.", you held his hand as you creased your brows with worry, his eyes were frantic but he only shook his head.

Obiwan's heart was palpitating and he knew all the answers to why it was doing so. He adjusted his glasses, as he reached to hold your hands. He didn't want to let go, he didn't want to eat, his stomach churched in a way he felt he was in a plane crash. He knew the reason behind that too. He was a doctor, he knew how many times the heart should beat for it to constitute a proper pulse, but he felt clueless when it came to what his heart felt. Because the feelings he held now felt vast like the ocean.

He pushed away from his seat, lost for words as he embraced you, wrapping his arms tight around your torso. Placing his head on your chest as his knees hit the floor, his ear caught the steady rhythm of your heart as he squeezed his eyes shut. The uncertainty of the life a person leads, the helpless feeling knowing he can't protect you from everything took over to orchestrate the noise in his head.

He saw that woman again but except in her place it was you, laying in front of him hoping he might be able to save you but he couldn't. And he imagined holding you like the lady's husband did as he cried silent tears and all Obiwan could muster his courage was to turn and walk away. Because how could he envision his life without you. This house would lose its warmth, he'd chase strangers who wore brown boots or a pale yellow cardigan, the sight of brunettes would drive him insane and he would crave your touch only for him to be greeted by the cold breeze. He could not. He could not even think of a life like that.

So instead of shedding those tears too late, he shed them now.

"I love you. I need you to know it, memorize it, because I know I don't say it often.", he cried and his tears touched your skin. You stroke his hair as you held him close and let him say everything that he had tried to hold back.

"I saw how it broke him when I told him the news. Losing his wife made me want to turn and run back home just so I can hear you sing in the kitchen. I know this is childish of me but I -

You engulf him in a hug, pushing away the chair to meet him as he stood on his knees.

"I know you love me, Obiwan.", you tucked your chin in the crook of his neck as you felt his little wheeze and soft sobs.

"You don't have to say it often because you show it and exercise it so frequently I never have to doubt it.", you braced him as though that was your purpose, to shield him from the weight of the world.

"You're not going to lose me.", you whispered and felt him exhale, reassuring him as you stroked his back.

"I'm not going to let go of you that easily.", you chuckled when you heard him hum and you could finally sit on the carpet floor next to him.

"Good.", he gave out a muffled laugh as he pulled away. His blue eyes had turned red around the edges, his hair was a mess, his cheeks were flushed and you couldn't help but lean in and kiss him.

No one had worried about you enough to even contemplate a world without you in it. But he did it and rejected it. And that's how you knew, he meant it when he said he loved you.

His hands found the skin of your waist, that the very touch of your warmth was the medicine for his state.

"You need to have your dinner first, before you can kiss me again.", you said it the way he read his prescriptions.

"Yes, doctor.", he smiled as he stood up to go get a glass of water.

But you follow him and the moment he stopped by the sink, you hugged him from behind.

Because you could never think of it too, a world without him in it.

[familyvideostevie]

not me waiting until the last minute to send something in because my brain is void of imagination 😭

🌽 this line from love, rosie (gets me every time…. have u watched this movie? u SHOULD) + steeb ! <//3

Because I've realized that no matter where you are or what you're doing, or who you're with, I will always honestly, truly, completely love you.

bee this is my last celebration ask bc i saved yours till the end <3 i love this movie, it ruined my life. i had a really specific thought for this -- it's a voicemail steve leaves <3 i hope u like it!! __ The light on the new answering machine your mom bought you is blinking when you get home from the party, illuminating the dark of your tiny kitchen. You rub your temples and sigh. Did all of that really happen? Did the guy you were seeing take you to a party with all of his friends and then break it off with you in front of them?

"Shit," you say out loud to the empty room. It's so absurd that a giggle bubbles out of you and suddenly you're bent in half with the force of your laughs. Until they start to turn to sobs, and you're gasping for breath and clutching your side. It's not that you're heartbroken, not really -- you're just alone again. And you wonder what you did wrong.

The light continues to pulse dully and you calm yourself down but need to fill the silence so you hit play.

"Hey, uh...it's Steve." You clap a hand over your mouth. Steve, your former best friend and first kiss and first everything. Steve, who has been distant ever since you moved back to town after college. Steve, who you've loved as long as you've known him. This is the first time you've heard his voice in months. You miss him so much it's like a knife to the chest.

"I'm really sorry for taking this long to call. There's no excuse, really, but I want to point out that you didn't call either. But you have a good reason! Or so I've heard. Kyle? Chris? Sorry, I don't mean to sound like an asshole, but I don't know his name. I guess that makes me an asshole anyway. Well, nothing new there."

You've thought about it hundreds of times -- what you'd do if Steve came back into your life. If you'd drop everything for him. And while it's probably unhealthy and for sure unreasonable, you know that you would. The memory of him, of his lips and his hands and his smell and his warmth has been in the back of your mind for years.

"Okay, I don't know how long these things let you talk, so I gotta wrap this up. Here's the deal: I'm pretty sure you have a boyfriend. And that's great, and I hope you are happy. But I want to get back in your life, if you'll have me. However you'll have me if it's not too late. Because I've realized that no matter where you are or what you're doing, or who you're with, I will always honestly, truly, completely love you. So, yeah. Call me, if you want. Bye."

You barely hear his sign-off, his confession ringing in your ears. The ache in your chest that you've been feeling for almost a decade pulses keenly and you wonder if your ribcage is just going to splay open right here on the counter. It's too much for one person to feel.

"Tomorrow," you whisper. "I'll call you tomorrow, Steve."

[leossmoonn]

can i request a stefan imagine where bonnie locks you both into a room because you guys fight to hide your feelings, and when you're inside, you both finally talk it out and then when the next day the room is unlocked everyone makes fun of you because you fell asleep on each other

yes! this is such a cute idea :))

masterlist

warnings / includes - mild language, casual sex talk, underage drinking (you all are 18 tho), fighting, kissing, ugly crying (lol)

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“i thought he was supposed to be the smart one,” you grimaced.

“boys are often enchanted by half-naked girls,” elena stated. “yeah, but not stefan,” you said, taking a big gulp of your beer.

“well, contrary to popular belief, stefan is like other boys. he got turned at 17, he didn’t have much time to mature.”

you gave elena a ‘are you serious?’ look before turning back to the man whom you were hopelessly in love with. it shattered your heart to see him dancing with another girl.

she was wearing a belly top with a skirt you knew that not even vicki donovan would approve of. she had her back facing towards stefan, running her hands through his hair as she moved up and down on him, obviously trying to get him riled up and fuck her in the bathrooms. meanwhile, his hands were on her waist, following the movements her body made. he had a big smile on his face, winking at her as he told her dirty little nothings.

the red solo cup crushed in your hand, beer running down your arm, some getting on your jeans. you didn’t even realize until elena started to wipe your skin with napkins, taking your attention off of the vampire for a few seconds.

“you had an accident,” elena snorted. “oh,” you frowned, helping her. “oops.”

“why don’t you just go and replace her? i bet stefan then would actually get hard,” elena suggested.

“please, it’s not like he’d even notice me. i mean, look at her, she’s gorgeous.” your insecurities took over your brain, and you couldn’t help but think of how many other pretty girls stefan could have.

“please, she’s below average, and she’s had herpes two times in the last four months. i know stefan is immortal and his body heals fast and all, but no guy, supernatural or not, wants to get involved with a girl like that,” elena assured you.

“then why is he letting her use him as a stripper pole?” you frowned. “maybe to make someone jealous?” elena raised her brow, looking at you and hoping you caught onto the hint.

“like who, you?” you smirked.

“he doesn’t like me anymore! and trust me, before we even got together, he was in love with someone else. he just used me as a jealous device,” elena shrugged, taking a sip of her beer.

“ouch. who did he love instead of you?” you asked, completely clueless. “oh, it doesn’t matter, but it’s okay. i was in love with damon, anyways, so really, it was fair. and he did love me, he just wasn’t in love with me, you know?” she asked.

“yeah, i guess there is a difference,” you nodded. “yep, and stefan definitely does not like that girl, so go and talk to him! you’re his best friend, and if you pull him aside to confess your feelings for him, he definitely won’t mind,” elena nudged you.

you looked back at him, your heart racing at the thought of you actually telling him you’re in love with him, and have been for the last year and a half. you shook your head, looking down at your shoes.

“no, no, it’s too risky. what if he doesn’t like me back? i can’t risk losing your friendship over some silly little crush.”

elena rolled her eyes, setting her drink down and taking ahold of your shoulders. she looked you in the eyes, causing your own eyes to widen.

“it’s not just a “silly little crush”, okay? you are in love with him, and it’s not going to get any better for you if you just stand here and push your feelings down. and look, he likes you, too. i know you don’t believe it, but he does. in fact, he’s also in love with you. just take a chance, y/n.”

“but what if he doesn’t like me and you guys have just been rallying me up for no reason?” you frowned.

“that’s not going to happen. now, go and be with your soulmate!” she pushed you towards him.

you glanced to her and gave her a glare, but complying once you faced stefan again. you walked over to him confidently, tapping his shoulder. he immediately turned to you, a bright smile lighting his face. oh, how you loved that smile.

“hey, y/n, what’s up?”

“i wanted to talk to you,” you prompted. “okay, sure,” he nodded. he abandoned the girl, letting you lead him to a quieter part of the grill.

“so, what’s this about?” he asked.

“um, well…” you weren’t sure you could just flat-out confess, so you decided it was best to have him confess first. “do you like anyone?”

stefan’s eyes widened, a flash of fear clouding his eyes. he shifted his weight, stuffing his hands in his jean pockets.

“u-um, no. why would you think that?”

your heart fell at his response, but you kept up hope. he was probably just scared because he didn’t know you liked him back, right?

“well, a little birdie told me that you liked someone. and me being your best friend and all, i thought it would be fitting for me to know. you know, i can help by getting you and her together.” you flashed him an eager smile.

“well, i don’t like anyone. and if you don’t mind, i’d like to get back to -“

“you’re really leaving me to dance with that slut?” you cocked your brow.

“n-no, well, yeah, but -“

“c’mon, stefan, i won’t judge. just tell me who you like.” you slipped your hand into his, interlocking your fingers together.

stefan’s dead heart dropped in his chest, giving him that somersault affect your touch often gave him. he looked into your eyes, seeing the desperation and pain that they held. he knew that he should tell you that it’s you, but he wasn’t 100% sure you even liked him back. like you, the thought of losing you was too risky for him to take the leap. so instead, he deflected.

“you don’t have to know everything about me! i know you’re my friend, but i have my own private life outside of our friendship. just leave me alone and let me dance with her.” he pulled his hand away from yours, the loss of warmth and comfort disappearing from you both.

you looked at him incredulously, not believing the words that came out of his mouth. you open and closed your mouth multiple times, not sure how to respond. you didn’t even know how to feel, really. you just felt your heart break for the millionth time that night.

he looked at you helplessly, guilt filling his chest as he saw the struggle you had with choosing to leave, or choosing to stay and work it out. he hoped you would choose the latter.

“you’re an asshole, stefan,” you spoke.

your words cut him like a knife.

“you’re right, you do have a personal life outside of our friendship, but you have always shared everything with me. you once told me that i’m the one that you trust the most, that you can tell anything that, that i’m your bestfriend. and-and what now? i-i’m only a friend? someone who you can’t even tell who you like? you told me that you liked elena, and i helped you with that. what is so different about this girl, huh?” you argued.

“nothing! i-i just… you just don’t need to know everything, is all.”

you looked at him good and hard, trying to decide if he was telling the truth or not. was elena wrong? did he really not like you, but like someone else?

“i don’t believe that,” you shook your head, speaking to yourself more than him.

“why not? you are never this… grueling.”

“because i… i just…” you couldn’t tell him that you really thought.

“you what? you think you know who i like? please, enlighten me,” he taunted.

you gritted your teeth, your hands balling into fists. you lifted your first up, ready to hit him, but bonnie and elena came over, restraining you.

“okay, let’s calm down, yeah?” bonnie suggested, pulling you back.

you started to cry as bonnie led you to a different part of the restaurant.

“you-you guys are wrong. he doesn’t like me,” you sobbed.

bonnie sighed. “he does, we swear. he just doesn’t know you like him.”

“are you serious! what is he, blind?” you scoffed.

“guys are pretty clueless, even immortal ones.”

“yeah, that’s what elena said,” you sniffled. “well, what do i do now? we can just resume being friends.”

bonnie pursed her lips, thinking for a moment. “here, let me show you something.”

she took your hand, leading you to the storage room. you went along with her until you saw stefan there.

“what? bonnie, what are you -?”

“have fun you two,” elena winked as bonnie closed the door.

you heard the lock click. you ran up to the door, banging on it and begging for your friends to let you out.

“hey! this isn’t funny! i’m claustrophobic, you know this!”

“no can do! work it out, you two!” bonnie shouted from the outside.

“here, let me,” stefan said.

you moved away, crossing your arms as you watched him try to kick down the door. he took ahold of the handle, pulling it off. he then tried to open the door, but it didn’t budge.

“well, good job. you’re a genius, you know that?” you remarked.

he turned to you with a glare. “as if you could do anything else.”

“well, maybe if you let me find something to unlock the lock, then there would still be a door handle!” you hissed.

“don’t blame me for trying to help!”

“well, it’s the truth! you always think you can fix things. just accept the fact that you can’t.”

“woah, when did this turn personal? if i remember correctly, you once told me that my determination was admirable. why the sudden change now?” he hummed, crossing his arms and looking at you like a smart ass.

you sighed deeply, your eyes filling with tears as you answered him.

“because you hurt me. i-i’m hurt, okay?”

he softened up immediately, his arms falling to his side, his smirk disappearing. remorse shined in his eyes as he tried to reach out to you.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

you stepped back, putting your head down. “it’s fine.”

“no, it’s not. you don’t deserve it.”

you turned your back to him, your eyes settling on the boxes full of kitchen supplies. you sniffled multiple times, your shoulders shaking as you tried to keep your weeping to a minimum.

you heard stefan sigh behind you. his feet dragged along the steel floor, his hand coming up to gently rub your back.

“please, look at me, y/n,” he whispered.

you turned to him slowly, the sorry pit in his stomach growing. you looked at him, your eyes drooping, tears lining your cheeks. your lips were swollen, your nose running. you sniffled once again, trying to calm yourself down.

stefan walked away for a few moments, bringing back a towel. you looked at him, heart fluttering as he wiped the snot that surrounded the bottom of your nose. he wiped your tears away, running the cloth carefully under your eyes to capture the remaining moisture. you watched him as he kept his eyes on yours the whole time. you felt yourself falling for him again.

he set the rag on a shelf, taking your hand and slipping his into it. you couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. stefan smiled with you, looking at you sweetly.

“i’m sorry. you are my best friend. you are the person i trust the most. i will continue to tell you everything and anything. i just… i was just scared to tell you who i liked,” he explained.

you nodded, understanding his explanation. “no worries. i get it. i don’t like being interrogated either.”

“you didn’t interrogate me.”

“oh, please,” you snorted. “we both know i did.”

he shrugged with a little smile. “well, i know you mean well.”

you nodded, “i do. i really do.”

“i know, y/n, i know,” he reassured you.

you looked away from him, the tension in the room weighing on your shoulders.

“you know, i think bonnie also put a spell on the door,” you stated.

“i was thinking that, too,” he sighed.

“well, what do we do now? we’ve made up,” you asked, looking back at him.

“i don’t know. are you hungry?” he asked.

“no. i am tired, though,” you said. “wanna lay down? i can be your pillow,” he suggested.

you smiled and nodded. “yeah, sure.”

he took your hand, getting on the ground. he laid flat on his back as you put your head on his chest. your heart hammered against your ribcage as he slipped his arm around you, holding you close to him. you fisted his shirt in your hand, closing your eyes and breathing in deeply.

his scent filled your nose, making your mind foggy and muscles relax. he smelled of sandalwood, leather, and jasmine. jasmine was something most guys didn’t smell like, but he did, strangely. it was a sweet, yet musky smell. it fit him very well, and you loved it.

your heart stopped as you felt him rub your back. his fingers scratched your clothed skin softly.

“so, can i ask who you like now?” you hummed.

stefan laughed. you felt the rumbling in his chest, making you smile.

“what?” you looked up at him, batting your eyes innocently.

“why do you want to know so bad? i thought i told you i was done dating for a while,” he stated.

you looked away and back at your hands that held the material of his shirt. “just wondering. and we both know that you’d love to have a girlfriend. one that isn’t in love with your brother.”

stefan laughed again, making you smile to yourself as his chest came up and down in multiple breaths.

“i mean, yes, but i don’t want to just date someone to prove that there are people that like me and not damon.”

“i know, but… what if the girl you like likes you back?” you suggested.

stefan stopped breathing for a second, his hand that was scratching your back stopping to a halt.

“you sound so sure of that,” he said.

you shrugged, looking up at him, hoping he could read the look on your face. “it’s because i am.”

he looked at you, his eyes giving away his emotions. he looked uncertain, but you knew that he understood what you were hinting at. he just couldn’t believe it.

“i love you, stefan,” you spoke, sitting up in his lap.

stefan’s face shone brightly as his lips upturned into a smile. you could physically see all the weight lifted off his shoulders. the hot tension in the room filtered out, being replaced with a cool breeze of relief. he sat up, putting his arm back around you, reaching his hand up to cup your face. he looked deeply into your eyes, his pupils running into his emerald irises. your hands went up to his neck, your fingers entangling in his hair.

“i love you, too, y/n,” he spoke, as if he had said it a million times before.

both of your reactions were minimal, but spoke a thousand words. the words felt natural, right.

you leaned in, eyes flickering from his lips to his eyes. your chest heaved up and down in anticipation, your heart ramming itself against your ribacage. stefan was the one to close the gap.

tingles shot up your spine, goosebumps lining your skin. you pressed into him - no space was between you now. you kissed him quicker now, opening your mouth and taking initiative.

he caught on in an instant. his hand that was on your cheek was now on your neck, cradling your head closer to his. he pulled you impossibly closer to him, sparks flying between you two as your chests rubbed against each other. you pulled on his hair that was at the nape of his neck as his hands reached further below your lower back.

his tongue ran across yours deliciously. you explored his mouth, tasting the bourbon and fries he had eaten earlier. you took a shallow breath as your lungs were gasping for air. you would’ve passed out if it weren’t for him.

“did you really like that girl dancing against you?” you blurted.

stefan tilted his head, chuckling. “no, i did not. and also, that’s really the first thing you’re going say after our first kiss.”

you shrugged. “a girl’s gotta ask.”

“well, then, no, i did not. i was trying to make you jealous.”

“well, good job, because it worked,” you snorted.

“yeah. i’m sorry again for making you cry. that was unfair.”

“it’s okay. i now know that you were just being a scared jerk,” you smirked.

“yep, that’s me,” he chuckled.

you hummed contently, placing your head on his shoulder. stefan resumed rubbing your back, setting back onto the floor again. it only took a few minutes for you two to doze off. you awoke again to the sound of laughter.

you opened your eyes, confused as you saw your friends standing over you.

“man, i thought you two were going to have sex, but this is worse!” damon cackled.

you grimaced, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“shut up, damon. at least i know how to treat a girl right,” stefan muttered.

everyone but damon snickered. damom crossed his arms, glaring at his younger brother.

“i do know how to treat a girl right. right, elena?” damon asked.

“mm, i’m not so sure,” elena said with a shit-eating grin.

“okay, you all suck. i’m out!” damon walked out of the storage room, leaving only you two with elena and bonnie.

“so, did you two make up?” bonnie asked.

“yep,” you nodded. “and we are going on our first date tonight,” stefan added.

your head whipped up to him in surprise. “really?”

“yeah, if that’s okay with you.”

“oh, it’s more than okay,” you grinned.

“well, just don’t fall asleep on each other during the date,” elena smirked.

you rolled your eyes. “we aren’t rabbits like you and damon!”

“okay, and like damon, i am out!” elena exclaimed, walking out of the storage room.

“they’re children,” you rolled your eyes.

“so were you two last night, but i’m glad you made up,” bonnie said.

“thanks. us, too,” you smiled at stefan.

stefan returned the expression, leaning in and kissing you softly.

“ew, okay! i, three, am out. please don’t have sex on this dirty floor,” bonnie stated before leaving.

“wanna have sex at my house?” stefan whispered.

“buy me dinner first!” you scoffed. “what about breakfast?” stefan cocked his brow.

you pursed your lips in thought. you couldn’t help but grin.

“i think that would be lovely.”

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𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝

Pairing: Neighbour!Bucky x reader

Warnings: Mentions of knife, blood, cursing, murder, mention of cannibalism, dark!Bucky(?), major character death, slight smut, fluff.

Summary: Bucky set his eyes on his sweet and cute neighbour who had suffered from a loss recently, determined to make her his.

Word count: 4.3k

a/n: This is my entry for @ambrosiase hotel indigo writing challenge. It’s my first ever writing challenge, and I had a lot of fun writing this! Honestly, I'm really grateful for this challenge because it motivates me to finish this wip that has been sitting in the draft for too long. Thank you for this lovely challenge mae ♡♡

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own. If you see any mistakes, do let me know!

Room ⥤ Modern muse

Room service ⥤ neighbour + criminal

“Oh that poor thing.”

Bucky whipped his head in the direction of the voice. It was Mrs. Lockwood, his neighbour on the right.

“Huh?” He didn’t mean to voice out his confusion, but his brain was somewhat short-circuited, barely able to function when his sight was filled with you, and you only.

“That sweet girl over there,” Mrs. Lockwood was referring to you, his sweet neighbour to the left he was staring at, before the old lady came interrupting.

He had been staring for 5, 10 minutes maybe? He swore he wasn’t a pervert, you were just a sight for sore eyes, the healer of the wounds in his soul.

“What about y/n?” He asked, curious to listen to what his neighbour would say about the other neighbour. Also, he was fairly new to the neighbourhood, having just moved in last month, he ought to catch up with the gossip.

“Her boyfriend went missing a few months back, poor girl was devastated. Police suspected it was murder, even suspected y/n!” The old lady shook her head, casting pitying glances at the oblivious girl in the sundress, bathing under the sun with a book in her hand. “She’s such a sweet girl, how could they have suspected her?”

Bucky glanced at you, heart racing when you caught him looking. You shyly waved at him, a small smile plastered on your face hiding the underlying sadness of the loss of your loved one. His hand felt clammy when he raised one of them to wave back, his usual flirty self vanished whenever you were involved in the equation.

“Boy, you are in love aren’t ya,” Mrs. Lockwood teased, “I say go for it. Our lovely y/n definitely needs some lovin’ after what she’d been through and young man, I think you are the right person.” Her eyes crinkled as she patted Bucky encouragingly on the shoulder, like a loving mother cheering up her son.

Bucky, who was usually composed, blushed furiously. That big brain of his still hadn’t regained its functions thus he found himself unable to stop Mrs. Lockwood when she hollered at you.

Clearly immersed in your book, you jumped a little when you heard your name being called.

“Y/n, this young man would love to take you out on a date, what d’ya say?” His eyes widened at the accusation, though it was true that he wanted to date you, he just needed time to gather the guts to ask you out.

He saw you put down your book, walking towards him and Mrs. Lockwood. You were a front yard away from him, shielding the harsh sunlight from your eyes with your hands while leaning onto the fence.

“I’d love to,” you had to speak louder, and Bucky loved your voice as he only heard it only a handful of times now, often you were shy and quiet when you saw him.

“U-uhm, how about Saturday then,” He stuttered like a teenage boy who first received a love letter, suddenly forgetting how to speak, speech lost in the sea of disbelief and excitement, and affection.

You said nothing, only nodding and smiling at him, flashing those pearly whites.

“Great. 6pm. I’ll pick you up,”

“See you soon, James.” He watched as you walked away, a teasing smile on your face before you disappeared into the door. Gosh how he loved the way his name sounded on your lips, and he’d give anything to hear it again, and again.

Saturday came too soon, Bucky was not prepared at all. Well, he had done the reservations for the restaurant he’d planned to bring you to tonight, ironed out the creases and wiped off the non-existent dust on the dress shirt he would be wearing, so why was he nervous?

5:50 pm.

Call him old-fashioned or whatever, he’d prefer early to late and would love to escort you to his car. He stood in front of your porch, palm sweating and if his metal arm could secrete sweats, he was pretty sure it would end up like its counterpart.

You opened the door as soon as he rapped his knuckles on the wooden door, seeming eagerly waiting for him as he was for you.

He took in your outfit, the moderately revealing dress he liked, the one he saw you undress from, through his window countless times.

If it was possible to fall into a deeper love, he would.

The date couldn’t possibly be better than he imagined, it was perfect. Everything was great; the atmosphere of the restaurant, the quality of the food, and most importantly, you.

You were shy at first but opened up fairly quickly, telling him stories about you, and vice versa. You sympathized with him when he told you how he got the metal arm, your fingers grazing the delicate and intricate loops and lines on the metal surface.

His fingers were woven into yours halfway into the dinner, the cool metal fingers of his absently caressing your knuckles as you shared the story about your family, who disappeared mysteriously, then your ex-boyfriend, who went missing 5 months ago, like your family.

It was hard, talking about missing loved ones. Bucky could tell, by the way your hand unconsciously tightened, the lingering sadness in your eyes as you mentioned how happy you were before him. The way your tears were brimming in your eyes, threatening to glide down your face, it wrenched his heart, seeing how broken you were. He would try to pick up every broken piece of you in a heartbeat, mending them back together, fixing you until you were happy again if you would let him in.

He was kind of glad your ex-boyfriend was out of the picture, though it was a selfish thing to say. He desperately wanted to claim you, wanted to be your last and only boyfriend.

He’d been going on dates with you for a few months now. You were perfect, almost too perfect if he would say. You were practically his dream girl, so kind and generous. So sweet and loving. Pretty much everybody in this neighbourhood would agree with him and he sometimes wondered if he really deserved you. A beauty mingling with a beast. No one would ever want to see that, after all, even the beast turned into a handsome prince at the end of the fairytale.

Bucky wondered, if you found out what he did every night after you were asleep or what he took from your closet when you were away, would you still want him? If you found out the beast within him, would you still love him the same?

His thoughts were occupied and it wasn’t until the sharp pain in his fingers that he snapped out of his trance.

“Fuck!” You heard him cursing and went to him, gasping when you saw the streams of blood flowing from the deep cut from two of his fingers.

Hastily reaching out for the clean cloth from one of the drawers, you placed it over the wound, applying pressure on them.

The red quickly seeped through the pristine white cloth, two colours clashing as the red engulfed the white.

Bucky noticed you wincing at the red, gulping at the sight, head slightly turned away. It was obvious you were uncomfortable at the sight of blood, so he took the cloth himself and nudged you to wash the faint hint of blood on your palms.

“Sorry, now you might have to do this alone,” Bucky gestured at the ingredients on the counter, “and sorry for the cloth, blood stains are quite hard to get rid off.”

“Don’t you worry, a little hydrogen peroxide and the cloth will be as good as new,” Bucky let you tend to his wounds and pushed him towards the living room where he would sit at the couch for the next hour while you were busy at the kitchen preparing dinner.

While he was in the living room, he took in the interior of your house. He never got to take a close look, as he always had to sneak in when it was dark. The beige colour walls, cream coloured furnitures, books arranged perfectly on the floating shelves. The pictures and art hung on the clean walls, not one of them is crooked. The square coffee table with only the remote and a display plant on it, and when he shifted himself to sit at the center of the couch, did he realize the coffee table was lined up perfectly in the middle of the TV and the couch.

Bucky’s eyebrows raised, he didn’t depict you as a meticulous person. No wait, whenever he went out with you, you’d arrange the plates to sit between the utensils perfectly. When you get boba, the straws must precisely be in the center of the cup, and if you missed it, your eyebrows would furrow in annoyance subconsciously.

His eyes wandered over to your figure in the kitchen and was not surprised to find you wiping and hanging the cutting board on the ceramic wall, adjusting it with your fingers so it wouldn’t be crooked while waiting for the stew to simmer.

You caught him looking at you and threw a smile at him in which he reciprocated, then continued to let his eyes wander through your living room. This could easily be an IKEA showroom, he thought.

Another week went by, Bucky found himself more and more in love with you, if that was possible in the first place as if he didn’t already dedicate all the space in his heart for you.

You were both in the kitchen again. This time however, he was busy mixing the sugar, flour, and cocoa powder mixture, with you snuggling behind him, arms circling his waist as you watched him do the magic.

He felt sorry for not helping last time so he was making up to you by baking some brownies.

As you both were cleaning up, brownies baking in the oven, Bucky turned to you.

“Hey, I never asked, but what do you do for a living?” He questioned nonchalantly while wiping the huge plastic bowl.

The wet spatula fell from your grip, dropping into the sink of water, droplets of soapy liquid flecked on your shirt.

“O-oh, i’m an artist!” You let out a laugh to conceal your flustered state, “Aspiring artist to be exact.”

“An artist,” he hummed, as if chewing onto the meaning of the word, “could you show me your works?”

Your head whipped towards his direction, mouth parted in surprise. Nobody has ever appreciated your dream. Your family, your friends, your ex-boyfriends, all of them claimed that being an artist would lead you to being unsuccessful, and you deemed to prove them wrong.

“Yes, yes, of course,” you were overjoyed. Abandoning the half-washed utensils, you clasped your hand around his wrist and dragged him to follow you towards the second floor, into a room hidden behind another beige coloured door, where you kept all your works.

Rows of headless mannequins clothed in white dresses painted with red blossoms appeared before him as you pushed open the door.

He was utterly mesmerized. He trailed his gaze across the display, a smile painted his lips as he deduced that every piece of them was unique. No two dresses had the same pattern.

Some had plain red blossoms splattered on it, some had dark red waves littering on the bottom hem; some with brush strokes of red. There was also a different tone of red, bright and dark or somewhat in between.

“Wow, this is just … amazing!” He found himself at a loss for words, “are those blood?”

“Yes, they are.”

“I thought you don’t like blood?” Bucky teased.

“These are animal blood. I’m fine with it as long as it’s not coming out from a human,” you retorted.

He chuckled. Once again admiring the intricate patterns of your works, marvelling at how talented and perfect you were. His heart sank at the thought of the question he frequently found himself asking, how can someone so perfect like you end up with someone less than perfect like him.

You apparently noticed his changed demeanor as you inched yourself closer to pull him into an embrace, placing your chin on his chest, eyes searching for his sad blue ones.

“Are you okay?” He hugged you tighter, sighing.

“I’m fine. I just … I think you’re perfect and you’re everything I've ever wanted. But I'm not sure if I'm perfect enough for you.”

“Oh James, you’re more than enough. I assure you, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted too.”

Bucky felt like his heart was filled to the brim with adoration, butterflies erupted from his stomach. Your assurance was everything to him, keeping his wandering soul anchored and he was grateful for it, grateful for your existence. The more the reason to cage you by his side so you couldn’t ever leave him.

His lips were on yours the next second, his grip on your waist tightened as you deepened the kiss, tongue finding his; busy hands sliding from his stomach to his shoulder.

Both of you were drowning in this ecstasy, unwilling to part away from each other’s touch.

The loud ding of the oven startled the both of you. Momentarily parting from each other, you stared at him with a heated glance. His eyes were hooded, filled with lust, desire.

“Fuck the brownies,” you whispered, molding your soft lips on him once again, the hunger for each other far greater than the stupid brownies, “need you now.”

Bucky didn’t need to be told twice, large hands cupping your bottom as you hopped and hooked your legs behind him, arms instinctively went to his shoulders for support.

He brought the both of you to your room, the one he was all too familiar with, the one with the same cream coloured theme which could definitely pass as another IKEA showroom judging by how perfect the layout was.

The only odd thing that stood out in this far too perfect room was the trail of scratch marks extending from the door frame to the wall outside of the room.

The deep scratch marks were somehow etched deep in his brain, he couldn’t let it go. It felt as if there was a dot of blank ink on a piece of white paper, and even though there was more white than black, you’d only be fixated on the dot of black.

He would ask you about the haunting marks on the wall and your fingers that were tracing patterns on his skin would falter, you’d give him the warm smile he loved while brushing it off saying it was the huge Dobermann your aunt owned which did that.

Even when he was balls deep in you, the vivid image of the scratch marks were there in his head, though you were quick to draw back his attention with a grind on his hips, both of your bodies covered with sheen of perspiration. Strands of your hair sticking to your body, but you pay no care to them as you rocked your hips, chanting his name over and over again like a mantra, like a prayer.

His eyes were on your fucked out state, his grip on you like steel. The cool surface of his metal arm contrasted with your hot flushed body as you chase your high like a traveller chasing the oasis in a desert, desperate for a quench of thirst.

Even when he was chasing the same high, vision blinding with bliss, the marks were still there and this time they were accompanied by the white dresses painted with red, and red only.

Bucky was always a doubtful person. Doubting every single decision he’d ever made. Doubting himself, doubting others. But there was one thing he was certain of, there was something less than innocent lurking underneath your skin. Of course, he was still head over heels for you but he was pretty adamant to find out the sinister in you, hoping it would answer his questions, mainly the recurring image of a certain mark.

Bucky was a lot of things, dumbass , dork, clumsy(per sam), but he was not stupid. Hell, he was far from stupid. Those scratch marks, definitely not the Dobermann.

You were a perfectionist, you couldn’t possibly leave the mark there and acted like nothing happened in the first place. He’d imagine if it was the dog, you’d probably have someone fix the dent the same day, unwilling to allow even a speck of blemish in your flawless house.

Bucky was a lot of things, and being a dumbass was definitely one of them as he was showing up on your porch in the evening unannounced.

He’d considered sneaking in like he used to do but he knew, he saw that you were still in the house. He couldn’t and wouldn’t jeopardize your relationship with him knowing he’d get caught.

He knocked on your door, hearing footsteps paddling, rushing to him.

As you opened the door, your eyes widened at the sight of an awkward Bucky. Although you were quick to throw him an unalarming smile, he still caught the nervousness in you.

There was something off with you. The disheveled hair, thin layer of sweat adorning the crown of your head, unknown wet liquid staining your shirt.

He caught a whiff of the strong smell of chemicals wafting through the door, it smelled a lot like bleach.

“I’m sorry,” he scratched at the back of his neck, “is this not a good time?”

“It’s fine, come on in.”

The smell of bleach invaded his nose the moment he stepped into your house, flooding and overwhelming his senses causing him to wince.

“Were you deep cleaning?”

“Yeah, I accidentally spilled some of the animal blood this morning. Had to use hell lots of hydrogen peroxide to get rid of them. Sorry for the smell.”

“No no, it’s okay. Let me just open the windows and door, okay?” He was getting a little light-headed now, desperately needing some fresh air. “Doll, you need to ventilate every time you use bleach, it’s harmful for your health to inhale all these fumes.”

You blushed at the term of endearment, yet wanting to blame him for not calling you that earlier.

He went over to open the windows, sighing contentedly at the waves of fresh air hitting his face as the wind blew in.

He felt your arms snaking around him, head leaning against his broad back.

“I love you, James. Wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

“I love you too.” He turned around and hugged you, his chin propped on your head, not knowing you had a solemn expression on your face.

He’d spent the evening with you, watching TV on the couch with you in his lap. It was so mundane yet he’d never got bored of this, wanting to do this with you for the rest of his life.

Outside the window, the orange and yellow sky faded into darkness.

“Let’s order take out, how about Thai food?”

“I’ll cook,” you kissed him on the lips and got up from his lap before he could reply anything.

“Ok, you need help?” He heard a faint ‘no, it’s fine’ coming out of the kitchen followed by the clanking of pots and utensils.

His neck stretched to peek at your figure in the kitchen, too busy chopping up ingredients to notice he was no longer at the living room.

He made his way down the basement, where the pungent smell of the bleach was still lingering.

The wood creaked as he stepped on the stairs, announcing his arrival to the darkness surrounding the basement. The soft glow of light illuminated the large space, a wall of tins stacking on each other revealed to him. A few easels of different sizes were propped on the wall with several grey aprons hanging beside them.

He walked closer to examine the insane amount of tins. A small label that said Pig blood was stickered on the body of the white tin.

His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. Do people really sell animal blood in metal tins, wouldn’t they go bad?

There were loads of questions in Bucky’s head, questions with answers only you could provide.

He noticed a chest freezer sitting in the corner of the basement and his legs brought him to it before he came to realize. The whole basement was so quiet he could hear the soft ringing in his ears, the racing of his heartbeat amplified as his hand inched towards the lid.

There was nothing in the freezer, to his surprise.

The empty freezer stared back at him, as if mocking his fruitless attempt. He was relieved, or disappointed, he couldn’t tell the difference and there was no point in distinguishing them now since you had nothing to hide. He wasn’t even sure what he was expecting to find in the freezer.

“Babe?” You stood behind him with an apron on, a knife in your hand, a second after he closed the door to the basement.

He leaned against the door frame, hand went to his head, eyes squeezed shut as he pretended he was having a headache.

“Felt dizzy all of a sudden, I was just making my way to the bathroom.”

“Oh, okay. I was just about to tell you dinner's almost ready,” a tooth-rotting smile was plastered on your face.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” he watched as you walked away, letting out the breath he’d been holding. His palm was clammy, heart beating rapidly.

“I love you,” You placed your hand on his arm, eyes meeting his.

“I know, doll. I love you too.”

This was seconds before dinner.

“James, I love you.” You whispered, watching him giving you a grin before he stuffed the meatball into his mouth.

“Wow, I'm so loved today. It’s the secon- no, third time you’ve said ‘I love you’ to me today.” He grinned, heart bursting with love. “You know I love you too.”

This was mid-dinner.

“I love you so much, James.”

Bucky was getting suspicious of you. Were you hiding something, perhaps cheating on him? For there were no reasons for you to keep telling him you loved him even though he knew how much you loved him and vice versa.

“I love you,” you kissed his knuckles, “this might be the last time I get to say I love you, James.”

His eyebrows furrowed at your statement, mouth parting to question what you meant. Before he could voice out something, the world faded into nothingness.

A thin film of blurriness clouded his eyes when he opened them, Bucky had this feeling like he was drowning in a swamp and his whole body was bound.

Blinking furiously, he regained his vision. You were sitting on a chair leaning forwards while looking at him endearingly, your elbows propped on your knees, palms supporting your chin.

“Hello, my love,” you were smiling oh so sweetly. The same smile that got him mesmerized and head over heels, except this time he didn’t feel the warm fuzzy feeling exploding in his chest, this time it was the goosebumps crawling on his arms and the chill creeping up his spine.

Now everything made sense, every single of his questions was answered.

You looked down at his body, the one that was once full of life, full of love. You watched as his glassy blue eyes etched with fear quickly reduced into this grey lifeless orbs, still pretty but lacking the element of a beautiful soul.

You weep for him, mourn for him. Mourning the short duration of love shared between the both of you. Mourning for yourself, for falling too hard. Mourning for him who kept you always in his heart.

To be honest, you were a little hesitant to end his life, he was better than the last one. He was perfect, warm, kind, loving, gentle, but not perfect enough. He simply did not reach your expectations, and you, could not bear imperfections, even the slightest. The answer to his downfall was pretty easy, he was too close to the ugly truth. And despite you knowing his love for you outweighs his doubt and fear in you, you simply couldn’t risk it.

Your love for perfection exceeds your love for him.

The melodious music of your ringtone echoed in the ample space of the basement, you brought up your phone to your ears as you answered the call.

“Mrs. Lockwood? Yes. Of course. I did. No no no, I’ll do it for you this time. He would definitely taste delicious I assure you.”

Time to get to work, you sighed as you stood there with a white dress splattered with blood. How artistic, you thought.

You always loved this part of the process, you’d wear the whitest piece of dress you own whenever you work with your projects.

You loved how the blood peppered your clothes, forming blossoms of dark red flowers on the fabric.

You kept every single piece of them, because no two are the same. Every one of them tells a story, of men and women who loved you and who you loved, of those who were once a body with a soul.

Wiping away the tears rolling down your cheeks, you gave Bucky one last loving look and the blade of your butcher knife came in contact with his once pink but now pale skin as you hummed, the sound bouncing off the walls of the basement, forming echoes.

A few blocks away, a baby cried, body covered in mucus. The tiny infant cried, each time louder than the previous, wailing his lungs out, as if mourning. For one soul born, another reaped.

[honeyatsu]

Dead To Me [Aizawa x F!Reader] 0.

Summary: Dadzawa...that’s it lmao. just kidding.

Life was perfect the way it was. You and your son lived a comfortable and regular life in Tokyo, you two being the only family you needed for each other. 

Until after four years, a famliar hero tries to make his way back into your life and play the role he unknowingly walked away from.

Warnings: None.

MDNI PLS.

Just fyi tho, it’s always poc!reader implied with my work but if ur not u can still read. Its your world, your brain, your imagination n what not. 

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0. Prologue 

You actually wouldn’t have minded if these were your last minutes here on this earth.

You didn’t scream, didn’t fight back, didn’t activate your quirk. You just allowed this man to drag you to the alley, knife to your neck, feeling his body press against you hard. “I’ll fucking kill you if you scream.” He said through his teeth.

You almost want to reply, “promise?”

You had been walking home from your shop, the flower shop your parents had given to you after their deaths. It was small, it was colorful, and yet it brought you nothing but dread. You’d think it would be a dream, with your quirk being plant manipulation. You being raised by parents who adored nature. You were raised knowing everything there was to know about flowers, plants, the ecosystem itself. You lived and breathed the outdoors.

All it did was remind you how no matter how pretty the world was, no one was safe. Not even your parents who were announced dead after going on a trip to study the ecosystem in the amazon. The world they loved so much didn’t seem to love them back.  

If you died now, at least you wouldn’t have to deal with the guilt of selling the proud shop your parents have left for you.

But of course, this is your life, and nothing goes the way you plan.

Within seconds of contemplating to open your mouth to get this over with, you felt a fabric wrap around you and pulling you from the man who was going to take you out of your misery. Your thrown across the other side of the alley. You lay there, limp, staring at the ground, not focusing on the man who ‘saved you’ fighting off the man who was going to hurt you.

After hearing it end, you’re still staring at the ground, not moving. Frozen. Were you afraid? Disappointed? Do you thank this hero who came and saved your life?

“You’re okay now, he’s gone.” His voice was deep and raspy. You look up at the man who came to your rescue. You’ve never been saved by a hero; you don’t even think you’ve seen a hero in person before. His hair was dark and messy. Yellow goggles and the scarf that pulled you away wrapped around his neck.

I think this is the one they call Eraserhead, you thought.

You notice a rip on his right sleeve, blood dripping from his arm.

You stand up, slowly getting closer to the man who just prevented something you almost wish could’ve happened to you. You two just stare at each other for a bit, before you began reach out to his sleeve, tugging it as you lightly attempted to drag him to walk behind you.

“Walk me home.”

Who was he to deny that demand? It was late out, it was dark, you were young, and pretty. You were vulnerable, he had just saved you, after all.  

The walk back to your tiny apartment was quiet and wasn’t long at all. It was a few minutes down from where he just saved you from. You made way up the stairs, still holding onto his sleeve.

Once you two made it to your door he was going to leave, you’re home and safe now.

He’s done his job.

You hold onto his sleeve tighter as you begin to unlock your door, dragging him into your apartment.

Once you turned on your lights, he noticed all the empty pots that were scattered randomly across your living space, with some clothes laying around, and some boxes that still needed to be emptied laying around.

You drag him to your small kitchen; it couldn’t fit more than two people in there. The sink, stove, and fridge tightly together against one wall, and a small dining table in the corner with one chair to the side of it. You force him to sit in it as you grab one of the empty pots that were casually laying around your living space. There was soil in it.

Activating your quirk, you motioned your hand above the pot, having a Balloon Vine quickly rise from the soil. You thicken the thin part of the plant that holds the round balloon shaped tip, ripping it from the pot. Without saying a word, you lift up the hero’s sleeve. He was going to push you away but your hold is strong and firm. You wrap the vine around his wound, it glistens and glows and before he knows it, the wound is completely healed and closed.  

You roll his sleeve back down, “now we’re even.” You stated dryly.

“You have a healing quirk?”

“No.” You stare at him, wanting nothing more than to rip those goggles off his face. You wanted to see him. “Plant manipulation.”

“That’s impressive.”

“It’s alright.” You didn’t break the eye contact you assumed you were making with him. You were surprised he didn’t let himself out yet. “Can you take those off?” You didn’t miss the faint pink flush on his cheeks when your hands slowly reached for his goggles, sliding them off before he even got a chance to answer.  Half-open tired eyes, black hair partially framing his face, facial expression reading exhaustion.

“A little bit on the scruffy side….but hello, handsome.”

~

“He is trying harder than anyone in his pursuit of becoming the top hero….”

You froze while washing the dishes, air leaving your chest.

You knew that voice, but why was it so near? You turn around to see your son playing with the remote, changing the channel from his favorite cartoon to the press conference that was currently happening.

You remember hearing about a kid from UA getting kidnapped by the league of villains, it was everywhere. The most prestigious hero school in the whole world going through problem after problem since the beginning of the school year. It disgusted you how they were going on as normal when it was clear that they were putting these kids in danger. Even as a child, you never knew the appeal of hero work and the recent events just backed up your already bias opinion against it.

You walk towards your son, Suna, who was sitting in his chair, looking at the screen in awe. You quickly grabbed the remote and switched back to the cartoons. “How about we put on something more fun, hun? This is boring grown up stuff.”

You tried your best to shelter your child from the hero world, calling it nothing but boring news anytime he brought some questions up or treating them as if they were characters in a show he was watching.

You looked down, seeing your son change his attention from the tv to the scribble drawings of flowers all over the notebook you got him once you noticed he has taken in interest to art. A small figure drawing of you and him holding hands, flowers that you used to constantly make to entertain him. He grabbed the empty pot across the table and placed it in front of you two, smiling excitedly before he gave you the request you were too familiar with.

“Mama, make plant dance!” He grabbed your pinky with your free hand as you prepared to make his favorite flower, Gladiolus, grow and sway in the air. He always liked to call it making the plant ‘dance.’

But as seconds pass, you realize there was no flower coming from the empty soil. Quickly panicking wondering what happened to your quirk, you heard Suna gasp in fear. Your eyes widen at the sight of your son floating in the air, the hand he was using to grab your pinky glowing yellow.

“Su..Suna…you just got your quirk!”

An erasure quirk, just like his father.

Life has a funny way of being cruel.

[waiting-for-motivation]

family

summary: Diego keeps a huge secret from his siblings. He not only has a wife but a son too.

request: Can u do a fanfic about the Hargeeves Siblings finding out that Diego has a girlfriend with their reaction and then he tells them she’s pregnant too and they’re engaged. ~ anon

+ Hii! So I absolutely fell in love with your Diego Hargreaves fics and like I was just wondering if you could write one where he has a son about 4 or 5 years old and his wife (the reader) is pregnant with the second baby. The rest can be totally up to you ❤️ ~ anon

+ (Imagine when the rest of the bunch finds out Diego can be a soft papa bear because we all know he would totally be one) ~ @white-wolf-buckaroo

pairings: Diego Hargreeves x Reader

warnings: fluffy fluff (like so much cuteness)

words: 1004

a/n: this is soooo cute! I love it and I hope you love it just as much :))

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There is a small hut next to a crystal clear lake. Birds are singing high up in the trees. Wind caresses the grass and flowers. The warm sun is shinning beautifully over the water and through the windows inside the hut.

A happy family lives in there. A mother, so astonishingly pretty and lovely. A father like no other. A little boy growing up in this natural place. And another family member is on their way, only a few months away from opening her eyes.

“It‘s okay. Take your time, Santiago.“

Diego, the father sits with his son on the carpet of the living room, holding a book in his hands. His son is staring at the words and opens his mouth. But no words leave Santiagos mouth. The young boy is too scared to stutter again or misspell a word. He doesn‘t want to disappoint his parents.

“Your daddy had problems with stutter too, Santi. You don‘t have to be ashamed“, his mother enters the living room with a plate full of cookies. Slowly and carefully, she sits down on the floor. One hand on her back because it slightly hurts because of the baby bump.

“Just picture the word in your mind“, Diego gives the advice and reaches an arm over his son and around his wifes shoulders. They look at each other with smiles on their lips. Santiago discreetly reaches for a cookie and stuffs it inside his mouth. Before (Y/n) can tear the plate out of his grasp, he runs away. A giggle fills the living room.

“I‘m not getting up. It was difficult enough to sit down“, (Y/n) says exhausted and takes a deep breath. Her husband starts massaging her shoulders, followed by kiss to her right cheek.

The doorbell interrupts their shared moment. With a sigh Diego gets up but the door gets already ripped open by Santiago. His fathers heart stops beating for a moment because he‘s afraid something bad will happen to his beloved son. As quick as possible, he runs to the front door where his siblings await him with shocked expressions.

“Daddy. They w-want to talk t-to yo...you“, Santiago stutters and hugs his fathers leg. The strange people make him nervous.

“Daddy?“, the biggest one, Luther, asks with raised eyebrows.

“Santi, go to your mom“, Diego tells his son without taking his eyes off his siblings. They look as surprised as himself. Santiago runs inside and to his mother.

“How did you find me?“, Diego asks with a grumpy voice and closes the door behind himself. He wants to protect his family from his adoptive one. Not that he believes they might try hurting them but better safe than sorry.

“We installed a tracker at your car. But that‘s not important anymore. You‘ve got a kid? Why didn‘t you...“, Luther explains and takes a step forward, now face to face with his brother because Diego is standing three steps higher.

“No! Stop that talk, Luther. All of you will leave my property right now!“, the young father almost screams and as if to underline his message, he raises one of his knives.

His siblings want to turn around but that moment the front door opens again. (Y/n) stands in the door frame with her big belly and Santiago on her hip. She widens her eyes at the sight of the strange people. Immediately, she knows who they are. Diego told her about his adoptive brothers and sisters with powers just like him.

“You have a pregnant girlfriend too?“, Five asks almost hysterical and can‘t take his eyes off the female standing there.

“Actually, she is my wife“, Diego reveals and holds up his left hand where he wears a golden ring.

“Why didn‘t you invite them in yet?“, (Y/n) asks while she lets her son down. Santiago walks to his father and stares at the knife in his hand.

“Because they aren‘t welcome“, Diego grumbles and hides the knife before his wife can see that he had one. She doesn‘t like when he has those sharp things close to their son.

“They are your siblings. Come inside. We have fresh made cookies“, (Y/n) says with a sweet smile on her lips and holds the door open. Hesitantly, each sibling walks past Diego and inside the little house. Every sibling except Five. He stops in front of his brother and looks up at him in slight anger.

“Why didn‘t you tell us about all this? We‘re your family too“, the young looking boy who is actually over fifty-years-old asks.

“Because with each one of you a problem follows. I didn‘t want that for my family. I‘m sorry“, Diego justifies himself and even though his voice is steady, Five is sure that his brother slightly regrets that he never told them about his wife and son.

Five turns aside and walks to the front door, smiling at (Y/n). Santiago follows him, excited to meet his aunts and uncles.

“Diego“, the pregnant female whispers as Diego wants to enter their home too. He looks at her with an unreadable expression. “It‘s time for them to meet their nephew.“

Together they enter the hut and when they arrive in the living room Santiago is already sharing the cookies with his aunts and uncles.

“What‘s your name, sweety?“, Klaus asks as he takes a cookie from the plate, the young boy is holding in his small hands.

“S-San...t-tiago. Santiago“, the boy answers and because all the visitors have their cookies, he runs to his parents.

“Hey, buddy“, Diego kneels down and tousles Santis dark hair. His siblings watch their brother smile at his son as if he is the world to him. And in truth, together with (Y/n) Santiago is the most important person in Diegos life.

“T-Tea. Let‘s m-ma..ke some tea“, his son suggests and takes his fathers hand. Santiago pulls Diego towards the kitchen.

The Hargreeves siblings must realize that their family got bigger. Besides, their usually grumpy and knife throwing brother is soft around his family.

[fantasydaydreamers]

heyo, how do you think class 1a boys would propose to their s/o? - sincerely the ice cream anon 🌺

THESE SCENARIOS WERE SO CUTE TO COME UP WITH- ENJOY!!!!

Kaminari

Before you two ever became a couple, Kaminari had jokingly said that he was going to marry you one day. You laughed it off and he did too but the closer he got to you, the more he reflected on those words. Basically: he never forgot. When he proposes, it's done in the most childish/romantic way you can imagine and it's so fitting that it warms your heart. He covers his hands over your eyes and leads you into your bedroom, instructing you to lay on the bed. Keeping your eyes close, you follow his instructions and feel him lay next to you. "Open." You open your eyes to see glowing stars on the ceiling spelling out, 'Will you marry me?'

→ Kaminari: *whispers* "You probably don't remember, but I said before how I was going to marry you one day, and little did I know you were my soulmate before we were even together. I really love you, (Y/n)...to the moon and back and more than all the stars in the sky."

Kirishima

He's a hopeless romantic when he proposes, but wants to make it fun and memorable. He takes you on a date to the place you first went on a date together and all the other places after that held memorable moments in your relationship. The two of you laugh and recall the special memories at each spot you visit. By the end of the day, you're teary-eyed from all the reminiscing as he leads you to a new spot under a weeping willow tree by a lake lit up by small fairy lights. "Kiri, I don't remember this place...?"

→ Kirishima: "Let's change that, shall we?" *gets down on one knee* "(Y/n), ever since I met you, you changed my life in a way I didn't expect. You've made me a better man. Every day I spend with you makes me feel like I fall in love with you all over again...Will you make me feel like that forever?"

Tokoyami

Tokoyami took you star gazing one night. The two of you were laying out on a blanket, just enjoying being in each other's company and mindlessly staring at the stars. You cuddled closer to him as he tightened the other blanket around you two to block out the cool night wind. Tokoyami shifted and turned to face you, your own awed gaze meeting his nervous one. You smiled warmly at him and leaned in to kiss his beak before nuzzling back into his chest for warmth.

→ Tokoyami: *clears his throat* "(Y/n)? I didn't just bring you out here for stargazing...I wanted to ask you something." *you pull back and peer up at him questioningly* "First, I just want to say I love you. Thank you for accepting me and Dark Shadow both as one and as lovers. I never thought I could find a love as strong as yours and without you, I don't know what I would do." *Dark Shadow appears and pulls your hand out to place something on your finger* "Will you marry me? Us?"

Sero

Sero's inspiration for his proposal was...spiderman. He used his quirk and swung the two around the buildings for a ride before finally stopping on top of a building, facing the outskirts of the city. The amount of adrenaline running through your veins, even after you landed safely on the solid ground made you stumble a bit, Sero catching you gently. The sun was setting over the greenery and you leaned against the edge of the building as Sero wrapped his arms around you, tightly holding you much like he did when the two of you were flying through the air. 

→ Sero: "Hey (Y/n), thank you for always trusting me. I hope you know I would never do anything to put you in harm's way but instead hold you close against my chest just like this and whisper in your ear how much I'm thankful for you. Every day with you is a never-ending adventure and one that I don't want to see end anytime soon." *he pulls his arms away, a chill running through you, and reaches behind him to get a box out of his back pocket before putting his arms back around you so you can see and opens the box* "Can we continue our adventure together, (Y/n)?"

Midoriya

He's a nervous mess the whole day so you knew he was up to something. Even when you keep asking him what's wrong, he stutters and changes the subject quickly, thinking you wouldn't notice. Late afternoon, Midoriya took you to the park and paid for one of those paddle boats the two of you control yourselves. Briefly, the distraction was enough for Midoriya, and soon you two were laughing in the middle of the lake as the boat circled often as it drifted further into the trees, entering a hidden grove. Calming down, you sighed and took in your surroundings, noticing how Midoriya got quiet.

→ Midoriya: "U-um...(Y/n)!" *you turn to look at his blushing face as he tried not to squirm and shift the boat* "You're such an incredible women and I couldn't imagine my life without you. Seeing you smile and hearing you laugh makes me feel complete and lucky that I get to see it every day. I promise I'll make you happy for the rest of your life. I-if you'll let me." *pulls out a box and opens it* "Will you marry me, (Y/n)?"

Bakugou

He's so focused the whole day to the point where he comes off as pissed and annoyed. On the inside, he's scared of fucking the moment up or saying something stupid that makes you laugh at him. Bakugou might not be the person to often express his feelings verbally, but he's not going to mess up. He. Will. Not. He takes you to the beach at night where you're surprised with a small lit-up picnic. After the romantic snack, the two of you walk along the shore listening to the crashing waves until Bakugou pulls you to face him, a serious look on his face.

→ Bakugou: *is blushing but serious* "Listen to me (Y/n) because I'm not going to say this again. Ever since you came into my life, you changed everything I thought I knew about relationships and people. I was young and reckless thinking I had the world figured out until you came into my life and changed that." *reaches up to scratch his head* Now I feel so fucking soft and content that sometimes don't feel like myself...anyways. *gets down on one knee, pulling a box from his pocket* "I wouldn't change how I feel now for anything else in the world. Marry me, (Y/n)."

Koda

He's so sweet~ Koda takes you on a date to a butterfly sanctuary. Being with Koda, you have to like animals/bugs, so going somewhere that has them wasn't uncommon. The swirl of butterflies was unbelievably gorgeous as he talked to them and had them flutter around you elegantly. In the midst of you feeling like a princess, Koda drops to one knee. When you turn around to tell Koda how beautiful this is, you see him bashfully looking away as he holds out a ring box to you, a small butterfly-shaped diamond staring at you.

→ Koda: "(Y/n), y-you give me butterflies in every moment we spend together. There's no one else in this entire world who could give me the same effect as you. Please be by my side f-forever!"

Ojiro

Your best friend had shown up one morning and dragged you out of the house so unexpectedly, you didn't have time to think about what was going on. Ojiro kissed you on your way out the door and told you to have fun, not making it seem like much. The two of you spent the whole day out and whenever you reached for your phone to call Oijro, you were dragged into another store. It wasn't until evening your friend's phone rang and they dragged you back home just as fast you didn't have time to blink. Opening the front door about to finally relax and tell Oijro about your strange day, a room with picture attached to floating balloons filled your vision.

→ Ojiro: *walked up to you and pulled you further into the room* "Haha...sorry for getting your friend to help me (Y/n), but I needed to set everything up without you home. These are all my favorite moments with you that we managed to capture in a picture. We have so many more memories that exist, and they're kept alive in our hearts. I want to create so many memories with you this room is filled with balloons." *gets down on one knee* "Will you marry me, (Y/n)?" 

Shouji

Shouji is typically a quiet guy so when he proposed, it caught you way off guard. You had no idea what he was planning, and he made sure to pour his heart out to you when he did. He knows how he usually is, so he's aware enough to remind you often how much he loves and cares for you. He had taken you out to a planned dinner date in a gazebo over a lake. It was lit up with fairy lights and the glow reflected on the water, making everything feel magical.

→ Shouji: "I know I'm not one to say how I feel and normally use my actions to show you, but this requires both." *gets down on one knee while pulling out a ring with one hand and holding your hands with the other* "(Y/n), when we first met, you never judged how I looked and even marveled at my quirk. Thank you for that and for letting me open up to you on my own. Your patience is unyielding and your love is indestructible. There is no one else I could see myself with. Will you marry me?"

Sato

You were caught off guard by his proposal. Like usual, Sato is always baking and in the kitchen so when he sets down a beautifully decorated cake in from of you, you thank him and compliment him on how elegant it looks. He doesn't take the cake away, but instead looks away, nervous while scratching the back of his neck with a blush on his face. Silently, he gives you a knife to cut into the cake, only for you to hit a hard object. Confused, you cut around it and pull the slice out, a small cardboard box in the middle of the cake.

→ Sato: *takes the knife back and cuts around the box to remove it* "For the longest time, I never thought there would be someone out there for me. I may be the one with the sugar rush quirk, but you gave me the biggest rush of them all--being with you everyday has made life sweeter." *gets down on one knee and opens the box* "Will you marry me, (Y/n)?"

Todoroki

Todoroki was torn on how he wanted to propose. The idea of taking you to the tallest restaurant in Japan to have dinner over the city lights seemed way to 'pristine' for him, but he likes to spoil you sometimes. But would that be authentic to his personality? Well, you've told him he can be suave sometimes...Todoroki was second-guessing himself non-stop in his head trying to pick the best place to take you. He did finally settle over the high-rise dinner and even got you two a private room that overlooked the city below. Todoroki looked breathtakingly handsome in front of you as he reached out for your hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles.

→ Todoroki: "...You look beautiful tonight, (Y/n). I admit I debated on how I wanted to do this but seeing you right here in front of me gives me all the confidence in the world." *he brushes his thumb over your ring finger* "You're one of the strongest women I know and seeing you by my side every day never ceases to amaze me. Thank you for accepting my past and loving me wholeheartedly as the person I am today." *picks up a rose from the center of the table, an object falling into his hand* "I'm so deeply in love with you, (Y/n) so will you marry me and be mine forever?" 

Iida

Iida has double and tripled checked everything he has planned for the day just to ensure nothing can go wrong. He's so nervous, it's almost like he planned an itinerary on what was going to happen. At first, you're confused because this wasn't like any other date since he was acting all strict and on schedule, but by the time evening rolls around, you have a slight idea of what's going on. The last spot Iida takes you seems to be an endless flower field to watch the sunset. Before you could sit on the blanket you two brought, Iida grabs both of your hands pulling you close to him.

→ Iida: *a deep breath* "(Y/n), thank you for sticking by my side through all these years. Your love and patience impacted me daily and I don't think I could ever truly express how much I love you. This day is a very special one for us and I just wanted to tell you that if a flower grew every time I thought about you, more fields like this would exist. Will you marry me?"

Aoyama

Aoyama had the brilliant idea to set up a mirror maze. As he guided you into the maze wanting to watch you admire yourself (him) and compliment you all the while. You're confused at first not understanding the reason for the sudden task, but it was fun to navigate your way through and watching Aoyama run into a few mirrors himself made you laugh. The lights were changing vibrant colors constantly which made it even more difficult, but it was nice to hear Aoyama shower you with compliments. When you finally reach the end, there was a dinner table set up with rose petals laying everywhere. Turning your head to Aoyama, he's already on one knee.

→ Aoyama: *a small rare blush* "My sweet, caring, beautiful, Mademoiselle! The way I see you is beyond perfection and those mirrors couldn't even scratch the surface of these feelings. I want to cherish every dazzling piece of you for the rest of my life. Will you be my queen?"

[winghero-writing]

hey I just found your blog and.. WHY DIDN'T I SEE U B4 UR SO GREAT I LOVE U FOR THE 30 MIN I READ THRU EVERYTHING!!! and I was wondering since u did a Keigo x Todoroki!reader and the reader told the smaller fam about her bf I want to know how Endeavor reacts :p U don't have to do it but I'm a fucking cat and curiosity finna kill me.

Hey! In sorry in taking too long to answer the asks but in going to get them out, I promise! Also, thank you so much for the support! I hope I did justice to what you wanted!

It had been a few weeks since Y/N introduced Keigo to her siblings. She was happy with the outcome and so was Hawks. But right now, is when the real challenge starts.

She knew that her siblings would like Hawks, and even if they didn't like him that much she could use her privilege as an older sibling and get them to stay out of her love life. It was really reliving when they told her they were happy for her.

Now, her dad was something unpredictable, she can't even imagine the way he would react.

Now, her days consist of her head full of scenarios of how to break the news to her dad and how he would react.

She knows he is changing for the better. He took to heart the advice she told him and began to show interest in his children without giving up, even when Natsuo pushed him away or Shoto ignored him.

She was pulling a lot of scenarios in her head at the moment that she didn't hear the door from the apartment. She gave Hawks a spare key since she always got scared when he used the window to get in.

"Dove?" Hawks made his way from the front door to the kitchen where he found his girlfriend lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about, little birdie." He moved a chair and took a seat, he saw her jump a little, getting out of thought. He laughed a little at her reaction.

"Keigo! I didn't hear you. I'm so sorry!" She stood from her chair a little and give him a kiss. It didn't last too long but he was satisfied with it.

"So, what do you have in your head that you forgot about me?" He rested his chin on his hand, giving her his full attention.

Y/N played with her fingers a little in deep thoughts before answering him.

"It's just..." She let out a long sigh. "I already introduce you to my siblings and my mother. I have to introduce you to my father too." She looked at him and found a smug expression in his face. She knew that he would think that all this would be easy but it wouldn't be.

"Not as the Winged Hero, Hawks. As Takami Keigo, his daughter's boyfriend." She put extra emphasis on the word 'daughter'.

She would have laughed at how his expression changed and his face showed realization about how he would have to meet Enji Todoroki, not Endeavor, but the topic at hand didn't a low her to laugh.

"I..." His whole body position change after her statement, now sitting upright and tense in the kitchen chair.

"I didn't think about it in that way..."

She smiled a little, if he got this worked up about meeting her family at least it showed that he was serious.

"We'll find a way for him not to blow up." She rested her hand on top of his own, offering comfort to her now troubled boyfriend.

A few days later, the two of them agree that Y/N would call her siblings and father to have a family dinner where she would take her boyfriend. She told her siblings that Hawks would go but hid that information to her father.

Again, her head was pulling all kinds of scenarios of the possible outcome of this dinner. Sensing her distress, Hawks took her face in his hands and looked straight in her eyes

"Hey, it's not like I'll die, you know!" He laughed, trying to make the tension lighter.

She smiled at his attempts to relaxed her. She knew that he was a lot more nervous than he showed.

The two were wearing casual clothes since it wasn't anything formal. Just dinner.

They arrived a little early for Y/N to help her younger sister for dinner. Hawks helped too, Natsuo and Shoto arrived not long after the couple. The only one missing was Enji.

He had sent a message to Y/N telling her that he was on his way, also apologizing for being a little late.

"Okay, dad is on his way." Y/N save her phone in her pocket and turned to look at her two little brothers.

"Please, don't cause a fight." She took their hands, Natsuo and Shoto saw their sister pleading eyes, it made them realize how important this was for her (and Hawks) so they agree.

Smiling at the two and giving them a kiss on the cheek, she turned to Hawks next. He smiled at her.

'Looks like he is not that nervous anymore, huh.' She returned the smiled.

"Euh, get a room you two." Natsuo made a gagging noise and turned around not wanting to see the lovey-dovey interaction that the couple had. Shoto just stared at them, not finding the problem.

Hawks laugh out loud and put his arm around Y/N.

"Well, maybe after this, we will go to the room?" He asked seductively. Y/N hit his chest and got out of his one arm hug.

"Pervert." She went to talk to Shoto about the girl she helped him with but not before sending a smile at her boyfriend.

"Y/N-nee! Dad is here!" She heard Fuyumi from the door. Y/N stood up immediately and looked at Hawks.

He made his way to the door before she could stop him.

"Yo! Endeavor, how have you been?" Hawks greet the man in a simple way. He tried to make this lighter.

"What are you doing in my house bit brain?" Endeavor didn't expect to see the Number Two in his house. His mood was starting to get down (in an angry way!) seeing the blond hero in his house.

"Dad! How have you been!" Y/N stood in front of Hawks, trying to shield him. Enji's face softened a bit at seeing his older daughter greeting him but he tried not to show it. Still, Hawks notice this change in his expression.

"Good. Now, could someone tell me why is Hawks here?" He looked at everyone in the room. Natsuo and Shoto were just watching from the sidelines but their faces showed amusement at the situation. Fuyumi just watched and couldn't help but feel a little bad about her older sister.

"You see dad, I broug..."

"I didn't come here as Hawks, Endeavor." Hawks interrupted Y/N and put his arm around her waist.

"I came here as Keigo, Y/N's boyfriend."

The house was silent for a long while. The tension could be cut with a knife. Nobody dared to move either.

Endeavor glared at Hawks while the blond was smiling at him (smirking would be more accurate).

Y/N let out a sigh, at least the news was out. She got out of Hawks hold and stood in front of her dad. She smiled at him.

"We have been together for a few months now. He is a good guy. I hope you accept him soon."

And so, she went to the table to start serving the plates, her sibling followed her to help in anything they could (also, to get out of the tension between the two heroes).

"So, I have your blessing...?" Hawks was the first one to talk, he wasn't as nervous as before but seeing how Endeavor was glaring at him would scare anyone.

"You're dead bird brain." He took Hawks from his shirt and put him at his same eye level. The blond male just gave him his carefree smile.

"Wow, wow, calm down Endeavor! I really love her you know!" He looked at him in the eyes. "And I really hope that you don't mind me being with her. I promise to protect her from anything."

"She can protect herself, she is strong." Endeavor let out in a gruff tone.

Hawks laugh at this. "Yeah, I know!"

Endeavor let go of Hawks, letting him fall from his hands. The blond male was unaffected by it and started to fix his clothes.

"I can't control her." Endeavor let out after a while. "I don't have the right, but if you hurt her you're dead." And so, Endeavor made his way to were his children where waiting.

Hawks was left there stunned. That was a blessing, right? Did he approve?

He followed the same path and took a seat beside Y/N who just looked at him with a smile. She had heard them talking and for her, it was a win. At least her dad didn't kill him.

The dinner was then filled with Fuyumi attempts to make her brothers talk without success. Y/N laughed at it, thanking her brothers for staying quiet, she knew that if they talk they would start to throw insults at their father.

At the end of the night, it was a successful mission for the couple. Even when Endeavor threatened Hawks that he would beat him up the next time. Y/N just laugh and enjoy her time in family.

- Bonus -

Hawks was patrolling. He hates patrolling at night since he enjoys sleeping in Y/N's bed, cuddling her. It was a fairly peaceful night but he didn't fail to see the blue fire from an alley not too far where he was.

He made his way to the alley and was met face to face with the infamous villain, Dabi.

"Fancy seeing you here, Number two." The villain said to him. "I'm not here to fight." Dabi put his arms up in form of surrender.      "More especially, I came here to talk to you."

"What do you want Dabi." Hawks was getting pissed, he didn't want to deal with this now and fighting at this time it's a pain in the ass for him.

"I know that you associate me with the League..." Dabi hid his hands in his pockets and began walking away from him. "But you know... This is more on a personal note..." He turned a little to watch him in the eyes before going away. "You hurt her and you are dead." Dabi glared at him. It was the first time that Hawks feel scared of a villain. What did he mean by her? Before he could ask, Dabi was already out of sign.

[sweeethinny]

DUDE WHATTT!!!! I just read ur jilly reacting to hinny first kisss. Dude it was amazingg. But imagine if jilly were alive and James finding out that his daughter in law got a contract to be a professional quidditch player. HE WOULD FREAK. If u have the time pleaseee write thisss.

OMG thank yooou, i love Jily so much, and i love write them alive!

i hope you liked <3

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It was early August when the Potter decided that they needed to take a vacation, James claimed that it had been so busy years and that they almost never took advantage of the Boat he bought almost five years ago, when he started to take an interest in the subject and see various programs who were dedicated to naval practice

"Does your dad really think he can do it?" Ginny asked as soon as she finished closing her bags, smiling at Harry lying on her bed, sprawled as he waited, arms crossed behind his head and following her with his eyes

''He found a pilot. After my mother convinced him, of course, that he would hardly know how to fly a boat just by watching TV shows''

The two had been dating for a while, since the end of Harry's fifth year, and Ginny had been practically adopted by the Potter family, who included her in absolutely every outing, dinner and any celebration.

Lily and she spent hours talking in the greenhouses, sometimes the mother-in-law said about how the studies she had been doing had been improving and giving results, and that it would not be long before the patients who  wounds caused by curses, finally healed. Sometimes they just talked about trivial things, like the gift Harry had bought her, or some gossip they heard.

James was also a big fan, Ginny suspected even more than Harry, hers. They flew and played almost every vacation, and the father-in-law made sure to include her in everything related to Quidditch, always reminding her how good Ginny was.

"Even more than I was, and I was considered one of the best of that time"

So traveling with the Potter was not something new, but traveling with them in the same week that might or might not arrive at the letter that would tell she about the final decision on her contract with the Harpies was too much.

''You'll be accepted, I don't know why you're so nervous'' The two of them had just stepped into the Mansion - even though Harry insisted it wasn't one - and Ginny could barely count the anxiety that was eating at her bones, rhythmically tapping her fingers against the thigh and trembling feet when sitting

''Because everything can go wrong. If they think not ...''

''..They liked you'' Harry stated, squeezing her shoulders and forcing her to stop ''Everything will be fine''

Then, the four embarked for the trip to the port, Lily drove spectacularly well, laughing and having fun with the songs that played on the radio, pretending not to notice how restless her daughter-in-law was, who spent more time looking out the window than playing along with James.

''I think all of this will be good .. We need time out of communication. Of course owls can still find us, but only the most important matters'' Lily smiled in the rearview mirror, winking at the redhead in the back seat.

As soon as they arrived on the boat - named Euphemia, in honor of James' late mother - Ginny thought she would throw up right there, before they started moving through the calm, clean waters. The fear of being rejected and not being able to join any team, made her lose sleep and become more and more anxious, which made Harry worried and spent the nights by her side, talking and telling stories that she had already heard but who asked again just to distract her mind and laugh at  boyfriend.

When they started the real boat trip, she felt calmer.

The island they were going to stay on was wonderful, with clear, calm waters, and a sun that made Ginny have to wear sunscreen every hour. But it was totally worth it.

The boat ride was also magnificent, with all that wind in her face, the feeling of freedom and happiness that made her forget the tests she had done six months ago, and the most beautiful landscape she had ever seen in her life.

''I said, Lils, buying that boat was the best way to invest the money '' James said as they prepared to jump into the water, with Muggle equipment needed so they could dive deeper and deeper into the water kingdom who lived there (the pilot would never let them jump with only they bathing suits on, and Lily forbade them to bewitch the poor boy so they could use magic)

"Do you feel better?" Harry asked her as soon as they sat down to lunch, the sun at the top of the sky and the birds singing everywhere; the table was full of light, delicious foods that would not make them throw up as soon as the boat started up again, and Ginny almost moaned when she tasted the salad that Lily made with mango and pineapple.

"Yep’’ And it was true.

[...]

On Sunday morning, Ginny almost jumped out of bed when an owl hit her and Harry's bedroom window. The boyfriend was still sleeping peacefully, too tired from the past few days, much more tan than he had a week ago, and looking even more handsome. Already she had a beautiful burnt shoulders, in addition to the red cheeks that her boyfriend said made she look like a cute child.

“Mrs. Wealey.

It is with great pleasure that we inform you that Holyhead Harpies is honored to announce that Ginevra Molly Weasley, 18, is officially part of the team, and that, if she agrees, the new member should pass by the Human Relations office without fail for effect the hiring until Tuesday, 08 of 1999 ...... ''

They accepted her

''Gin?''

''I came in'' She was still gaping at the letter ''I came in Harry'' And then her realized, dropping the long letter with all the rules and terms, she started jumping with joy, smiling from ear to ear '’I was accepetd’’

After the celebrations with Harry, which were based on many congratulations from him, and sex, the two left the room. The in-laws were in the kitchen, James seasoning the fish they had caught the night before, while Lily prepared a dessert pie. Ginny had always thought that the fact that her boyfriend was an incurable romantic came from having parents like that.

Molly and Arthur were in love with each other, there was no doubt, but Ginny always admired the way James treated Lily, always zealous, making sure she had everything she needed around her, paying attention whenever she started talking, as if Lily was the only person in the world.

''Urgh, you guys give me a toothache'' Harry kissed his mother's head as soon as she noticed them both, smearing his finger with stuffing and licking it, and running when Lily tried to hit him with a wet towel for touching the food

''How are you? I saw that an owl arrived earlier today ... any problem?'' James asked, without looking at any of them, focusing on the knife he used to clean the animal in front of him

''A letter from the Harpies arrived'' And as if Ginny said she had won the lottery, her in-laws turned to look at her, eyes wide.

''And ...?'' James looked more anxious than Harry, when she told him that she had entered

''You are talking to the newest player, reserve, from the Holyhead Harpies team'' She could barely contain her smile, almost jumping with joy again. Saying it out loud made everything more and more real.

''Oh Merlin! Ginny this is amazing!'' Before Lily arrived at the daughter-in-law, James ran over her, passing in front and hugging the girl with all enthusiasm

''I knew you could do it, I knew it! I told Sirius, you play so well! Jones would be being blind if she didn't accept you on the team. Oh dear, have you told your parents yet? Harry, we need to have a party when we get back! We will all wear green, in her honor'' He spoke without stopping, looking at her with happiness ''Now I will have to cheer for the Harpies, I cannot be against my daughter-in-law'' Ginny knew she was red, but it was impossible to try to hide enthusiasm when James was like that ''I knew, since Harry told us that you had learned to fly alone, I said that you would still play professionally ... Oh Merlin, we need to celebrate''

''James dear, don't choke her'' Lily pushed her husband away, and Ginny could see that she and Harry were laughing, looking amused by the moment ''I'm so happy, I saw you were nervous earlier, but I didn't want to meddle ... You will look so beautiful in green''

After the hugs, James decided that they shouldn't spend time cooking, and that he certainly wasn't seasoning that fish properly, so they went out to eat, in a restaurant not far away.

''Your father looks happier than me'' She whispered to her boyfriend when they got home and saw that, somehow, they had ordered a cake decorated in Harpy colors and with her name on top

''He loves you a lot more than he loves me .. You had to see it when I told him I asked you to date''

''I think he'll fall back when we have a son'' Harry laughed, kissing her head and nodding

''You know, you're the daughter he never had ... I don't doubt that he would trade me for you. For free'' James came back from the kitchen, Lily and him seeming to discuss what the best drink for the celebration, if wine, beer or Champagne

"To Ginny! The future star of the Holyhead Harpies'' They toasted - each with a chosen drink.

And Ginny was happy that, on that rainy afternoon in her fourth year, she was in detention with Harry. Because she would certainly never find a second family better than that.

[pufflyhallows]

Comforting Enough

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Request: May I request an imagine where George and the reader have been close for many years, her father being friends with the Weasley’s. The reader and George obviously have feelings for eachother, but they’ve never confessed. When Fred and George leave she is still at hogwarts, cause shes a year younger. But, the reader gets into a serious relationship with someone else, until she gets hurt or cheated on. Cut to now, where they meet again at the Burrow when Harry is being moved ? Thank u!💛

a/n: I took the movie as reference, hope you don’t mind. Also, I think it got this long because I had to go through a few events to be as close to canon as possible. Thanks again for requesting it, I loved the idea! 

Warnings: angsty, mentions of death and blood.

Word count: 4,898

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You hugged your pillow tight and let out all the tears you had been holding during the way back to your dorm.

How could he do that to you? You had always been there for him. Always! You didn’t deserve that. No one deserved that. 

The thought of how unfair it was only made you cry even more. 

Why had he done that to you? You couldn’t understand. He said... he said he loved you. But that wasn’t love. That couldn’t be love.

The scene went through your eyes again. The sharp feeling of a knife being dug into your heart was too intense. 

It was just before the last class of the day. You had seen him at lunch, you had shared a short kiss, you had gone separate ways. A perfectly normal day.

But you heard giggles coming from the second floor girls’ lavatory on your way to the last class. You, being the Head Girl, had to go there and see if Moaning Myrtle was being teased by the students or something of the sort. You would never think that what you were about to see was your boyfriend shamelessly making out with a girl. A girl that wasn’t you. A girl that was sitting on the sinks with her legs wrapped around your boyfriend’s hips. 

You froze on the spot. You wanted to turn around and leave. You wanted to run as fast as you could, but your feet were glued to the ground. You could only watch the scene with your mouth dry.

It was only when the girl saw you and parted the kiss that you were able to turn around and run to your dorm. You guessed your boyfriend saw you leaving too, because the last thing you heard was him yelling at the girl. 

“You said no one comes here!”

And now there you were. The tears fell down so quickly, you thought they would never stop. 

Your chest felt so tight, the room so small, the bed so cold... 

But the worst part of it all was the fact that you had no one to call. You couldn’t think of a single person you could go to at that moment. There was no shoulder to cry on. Well, of course there was someone in your mind, though. But that someone wasn’t here anymore. And, God, did it hurt. 

It hurt because you knew if that someone was still here, you wouldn’t be going through that. How many times had he warned you about the boy you insisted in dating? How many letters had he sent you saying you deserved better? Saying that boy wasn’t the one for you? Saying he would hurt you?

And how many letters had you sent back saying you were the one who knew what was best for you? And that he had lost the right to say those things when he left?

One. Only one.

George didn’t write back after that. 

Your crying got even more intense as you thought about what happened between you and your best friend. You had no one to cry to anymore. You had no one to hold you until the pain went away. You had no one.

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Your seventh year in Hogwarts was the hardest school year you had ever been through. You caught your boyfriend cheating on you with a younger girl just weeks shy of graduation, but that didn’t compare to the death of your headmaster Albus Dumbledore and the small battle that took place in Hogwarts just before that. It was the scariest moment of your life and when you truly realized you were in a war, leaving you completely lost and on the verge of despair. 

Once you were back home, you felt uncertain of your future as the fear of losing your loved ones was taking over you. 

The long weeks went by and you saw your father going out often while your mother spent her days making sure all the protection spells worked. She was starting to become obsessed with it and you were worried about her, but you didn’t know what to do. You were spending your days almost like her. Though instead of protection spells, your obsession was the news. Every day you read the news terrified of seeing a known name on the missing people list... or worse.

You wanted to do something to help, and although your father agreed you were old enough to fight, your mother always rejected the idea, keeping you home.

One day, you were surprised by the visit of Arthur Weasley. It was strange to realize that you had missed him very much. You wanted to be part of the conversation he was having with your father, but your mother kept you in the kitchen with her, saying they needed privacy.

When they were finished and Mr. Weasley left, your father had a puzzled look on his face. You wondered what they had talked about specifically, although you knew it was the war.

The next day, your father came to your room and, for your shock, said you would have to leave.

“It’s not safe enough here,” he said, holding your hand, “You’ll stay at the Burrow, with the Weasleys. I’m sure you’ll feel at home there.”

Of course you would. You had basically grown up there. 

“Yes, but what about you and mom?”

“We’ll be okay. Don’t worry,” he gave you a smile, but that didn’t stop you from worrying at all. “Arthur brought me a Portkey. You’ll use it this evening.”

“This evening?! Dad, I don’t understand. Why aren’t you coming with me?” you frowned, confused.

“Your mother and I have work to do here,” he answered with a more serious expression, “You’ll be safer there.”

“When will I see you again?” you asked, realizing you had no choice.

“Soon. Now pack what you need and be ready.”

You nodded and your father left the room. Although you didn’t quite understand why you had to leave or why you would be safer at the Burrow, you did as your father said and packed what you needed.

Soon enough you were standing at his office and staring at an old book on the floor, holding your suitcase. Both of your parents were there with you, your father’s arm around your mother’s shoulder. 

“In a minute, darling,” your father spoke.

“I love you,” your mother said, holding back tears.

“I love you too. Both of you,” you replied.

“We’ll meet again,” your father stated, refusing to take part in the farewell. He looked at his watch one more time and nodded, “Be ready.”

You took a deep breath and tightened the grip on your suitcase’s handle. 

You didn’t remember hearing your father’s signal or touching the old book. All you remembered was feeling a hook pulling you back strongly. You closed your eyes as you felt really dizzy and only opened them again once your feet were firm on the ground.

You looked around and recognized the living room you were in. It didn’t take long for you to see Mrs. Weasley rushing from the kitchen.

“Oh, Y/N! You’re just in time! Thank Merlin,” she approached you with her arms open to give you a tight hug, “Welcome, dear.”

“Thank you, aunt Molly.”

“They haven’t arrived yet. I’m waiting with Ginny,” she took the suitcase from your hand and walked towards the stairs. You followed her. “I know they still have time, but you know what a mother’s heart is like. I will only calm down when my four boys come back here safely. And Arthur, of course.”

“Um... Where are they?”

Mrs. Weasley stopped in the middle of the corridor and looked at you. 

“You don’t know?”

You shook your head.

“Your parents didn’t tell you?”

You shook your head again, slightly upset for being left out.

“Oh, well. They are moving Harry,” she continued her way to Ginny’s room, “Alastor came up with this nearly crazy plan to bring him. Insanely dangerous! I didn’t agree with it, of course, but do they listen to me? Not ever.”

“Fred and... George are there too?” you asked. It was the first time in months you said those names aloud. You felt weird, actually. And sad. Those names rolled out of your tongue as if you were talking about strangers, or at least two people you met in a different life. Either way, you felt sad.

“Yes. They are out there with Arthur, Bill and Ron. Can’t blame me for being worried, huh?”

“No, I cannot,” you shook your head, feeling worried as well, “Who else is with them?”

“Alastor, of course, along with Fleur, Remus, Nymphadora, Hagrid, Hermione, Kingsley and Mundungus.” 

You felt your worry slightly fade away as you heard those names. You would trust those people with your life if needed. Your father was friends with Mad-Eye Moody and you were well aware of his incredible reputation. But you knew you couldn’t be completely relaxed though, given the risks of the mission, and you felt your guts twirl once you thought about your friends facing Death Eaters. However, you didn’t have to worry about that, they wouldn’t have to face anyone that night, they were just moving Harry.

“Ginny?” Mrs. Weasley opened the door, allowing you to see Ginny staring at her window with her arms crossed. “Y/N is here.”

“Hey,” you waved at her. 

Ginny quickly walked up to you and hugged you almost just as tight as her mother had. 

“It’s really good to see you, Y/N,” she whispered, sounding relieved. 

“It’s good to see you too, little one,” you breathed, realizing how much you had missed her, even though you had seen each other in Hogwarts weeks before.

You had always seen Ginny as your best friend’s little sister, hence the nickname you gave her, but after she caught you crying in the Common Room at two in the morning and stayed with you until you were able to go to bed, you started seeing her as a friend. Even though you weren’t really close, she comforted you and made sure you were okay before leaving you alone again. You couldn’t expect that from many people.

“We should wait for them downstairs, girls,” Mrs. Weasley said as she placed your suitcase on the bed, “It’s almost time.”

You and Ginny went to the living room, while Mrs. Weasley decided to stay in the kitchen, where she would be closer to the entrance door.

With each and every sound you heard outside, you felt your heart sinking in. You were trying to push those thoughts away, but it was impossible. What if George didn’t come back? What if something happened to him? Of course you were worried about every single person in that mission, but... George had your heart in his hands. He had it ever since your thirteenth birthday and he would have it forever. You loved him deeply, no matter how many times you had tried to fool yourself by going out with different people and even being in a serious relationship with a boy that wasn’t good to you, which turned out hurting you badly. 

You shouldn’t have sent that letter to George. Those couldn’t be your last words to him. They won’t be, you thought. But you couldn’t stop the regret from flooding your mind as you remembered one specific part of the letter.

You don’t get to tell me who I can or can’t go out with. I know what’s best for me and if I want to go out with Pete, I will. You don’t know him like I do. 

You were embarrassed. You didn’t think you would be able to look George in the eyes now. Did he know Pete had cheated on you? Had Ginny told him? Should you ask her? Probably not. It wasn’t time for that. She was worried about truly important things at that moment.

But you couldn’t help it. You kept wondering. Was George upset with you? He didn’t write back after that letter, which meant you two hadn’t talked to each other for several months now. You missed him very much, but you had no idea of how you were going to fix things. That is, if you could fix things.

Suddenly, you heard a noise outside, the loudest in that night. You and Ginny jumped from the couch and ran to the front yard, where Mrs. Weasley welcomed Hagrid and Harry. 

Ginny ran to the boy and threw her arms around his neck. 

“Where are the others?” Mrs. Weasley asked. 

“Is no one else back?” Harry questioned. 

You shook your head, biting your lower lip nervously. 

Hagrid started explaining to Mrs. Weasley what had happened to them, while Ginny and Harry talked to each other. You wanted to give them privacy, so you followed Hagrid and Mrs. Weasley inside. 

“We didn’t stand a chance, Molly,” Hagrid said, once the three of you were in the kitchen, “The Death Eaters were waiting for us. It was an ambush.”

You felt cold in your core. The fear you had been trying to push away finally took over your entire being. You needed to sit down, or else you would fall. 

An ambush. 

“Quick! Into the house!” you heard the familiar voice of your former teacher Remus Lupin coming from the front yard. You ran to the entrance door and opened it to let the people inside. What you didn’t expect to see was George covered in blood being held by Lupin and Harry. 

“My boy!” Mrs. Weasley cried, “My boy.”

Professor Lupin and Harry laid George down on the couch. You watched it all from the kitchen door, too shocked to even breathe properly. Your hands were shaking and your core felt so cold... You didn’t know what to do. Worrying about the whole Pete situation seemed so silly and insignificant now. 

You didn’t remember seeing the others arrive, but with a blink of an eye you saw Fred kneeling down in front of George, everyone else watching with worried expressions. 

“How do you feel, Georgie?” Mrs. Weasley whispered.

George’s fingers groped for the side of his head. 

“Saintlike,” he murmured. 

“What’s wrong with him?” Fred croaked, looking terrified. “Is his mind affected?”

“Saintlike,” George repeated, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. “You see... I’m holey, Fred, get it?”

You chuckled silently, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. But you quickly wiped it as you saw Tonks looking at you curiously. 

Fred laughed quietly. “The whole wide world of ear-related humor, and you go for ‘I’m holey’? It’s pathetic.”  

“Reckon I’m still better looking than you,” George smiled weakly. 

You smiled to yourself after hearing that. He was still the same George you had grown up with and fallen for. The same George that had taught you how to fly on a broomstick and how to play Quidditch and Exploding Snap. The same George you had shared your deepest secrets with. The same George.

You were gathering the courage to get closer to him and let him see you, but you were completely disarmed when Bill announced the bad news. 

“Mad-Eye is dead.”

The room instantly fell in silence. You could see the usual sparkle in Tonks’ eyes fading away. 

“Mundungus took one look at Voldemort and disapparated,” Bill added in a low voice. 

No one dared to say a word. Everyone seemed to be completely in shock. You didn’t move one muscle, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley shared a sad glance, Ginny looked down at her feet, Fleur got closer to Bill, Tonks placed her hand on Lupin’s and slowly every person in that room felt the reality hitting them. 

The sad atmosphere was almost unbearable, the silence deafening.

You crossed your arms above your chest in an attempt of holding yourself tight.

And it was just the beginning... 

After a while, the people in the room started leaving. Some passed by you and went to the kitchen, some went outside, others went to their own rooms... Until it was just you, Mrs. Weasley and the twins. 

George couldn’t see you from where he was, since Fred was in the way. Mrs. Weasley was caressing her son’s hair with one hand and trying to clean the blood with the other. You hesitantly approached the couch, seeing that George had his eyes closed, and touched Mrs. Weasley’s trembling hand. 

“Let me do it,” you asked softly. 

George instantly opened his eyes at the sound of your voice. You didn’t meet them as you didn’t think you were strong enough to do so. You took the handkerchief from Mrs. Weasley’s hand and told her to rest. She didn’t reject the idea and soon left the room as well, being followed by Fred, who understood the importance of that moment for you and his brother. 

You could feel George’s eyes piercing you, but you ignored them. You sat by his side on the couch and focused on his injury, softly wiping the blood with the kerchief. 

“Didn’t think I would see you tonight,” he whispered once you two were completely alone.

“And I didn’t think I would see you like this tonight,” you replied in the same volume.

“What? More handsome?” 

You smiled, finally meeting his eyes. You didn’t expect them to be so sad, though.

Your heart skipped beats as he blinked. There was so much you wanted to tell him, so much you wanted to hear from him...

“I...” you tried to say the things you were thinking, but you didn’t find the right words. It was all too crowded in your mind, and suddenly your body expressed what you were feeling in the only way it could: you started to cry. 

It was quietly and discretely, but it was still crying. You wiped the tears with the back of your hand and sniffed, trying to make it look like less than what it truly was. 

“Hey,” he said, grabbing your hand and squeezing it tightly, “I’m okay.”

“I’m so sorry, George. So sorry,” you shook your head, “I was so stupid. I’m sorry.”

George looked at you, slightly furrowing his brows. He seemed hesitant and unsure, like he was fighting a battle in his head. What you didn’t know was that that battle wasn’t new to him and he had fought it many times before. 

But when George saw you wiping one more tear, he left all that hesitation behind and let go of his uncertainty. He sat up on the couch and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close to him as possible. Maybe you should have been more rational than him, maybe you should have told him to lay down again. But you didn’t do that. You hugged him back and at that moment you let out everything. 

You were completely vulnerable, as you always were around him, and broke down immediately, crying like never before. It was all too much for you. And even though you felt safe in his arms, you knew that war was far from ending and that you would be really lucky if the people you loved didn’t get hurt again.

George, on the other hand, felt grateful. He was happy to be hugging you again and to be feeling your soft skin against his, even if it was such a brief touch. He felt his worries fading away, his fears disappearing, the war being reduced to a headache. Your embrace was peaceful, warm and gentle. It was perfect. And it smelled really good, like home.

“Shh, I’m here,” he whispered while he slowly stroked your hair, still holding you strongly, “I’m okay.”

“I was so scared,” you said between sobs, against the clean part of his shirt, “I thought you were-”

“Shh, it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry, George.”

“It’s okay,” he repeated. 

“I should be comforting you. Not the other way around,” you let go of him and wiped your tears once again. 

“You are here with me. You are safe. Alive,” he said, looking in your eyes, “That’s comforting enough.”

You tried to give him a smile, but your chest felt too tight for that. Instead, you reached for his face and caressed his cheek, trying desperately to let him know how much you cared for him, how much you loved him. 

“Lay down,” you whispered, realizing he was still bleeding, “I’ll put a bandage on your ear.”

“You mean my non-existent ear?” George raised an eyebrow as he laid back on the couch. 

“You’ll have two non-existent ears if you keep teasing me,” you warned, already conjuring the stuff you would need for the wound dressing. 

George smiled. “I missed you.”

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You woke up the next morning sweating. You had a nightmare of which you couldn’t remember the exact details, but you could feel it had something to do with your parents. You rubbed your eyes and realized they were wet. Great, you had been crying in your sleep. 

You looked around noticing you were alone in Ginny’s room, which meant you were the last one to wake up. You didn’t understand why the girls had been up so early until you realized what day it was. You jumped from the bed and rushed to the bathroom to take a quick shower and get ready. It was Bill and Fleur’s wedding and you couldn’t be late. 

Fortunately, your father had told you about the wedding and you had packed a dress for the occasion. You hoped your parents would make it to the party, but you highly doubted it. 

Soon enough, you were walking down the stairs fully dressed up and entered the living room. There was no one there. You spun on your heels to go to the kitchen but stopped when you heard Ginny’s voice. 

“Zip me up, will you?”

You walked slowly to the door and looked at the kitchen’s interior, seeing Ginny and Harry in there. The girl had her dress unzipped on the back, that was facing the boy. He hesitantly walked up to her and started zipping it. 

You blushed when you realized how intimate that moment was. You were about to step back and stop creeping on them when you saw George coming in at the other side.

“’Morning,” he said, raising his cup of tea at them and completely ruining their moment. 

You sighed, but a chuckle slipped out of your mouth. Typical.

You had to do something, though. 

“Hey, George,” you greeted him as you entered the kitchen. “Oh, hey, Ginny. Harry,” you nodded at them, pretending you hadn’t seen them before. “Could you come with me, Georgie? I need your help.”

The younger twin narrowed his eyes at you but gave in, following you outside.

“Yes?” he asked once you were in the front yard, “What is it?”

“Nothing. I couldn’t let you get in their way,” you shook your head. 

He sighed deeply. “I should’ve known.”

“Probably,” you agreed, smiling.

Only at that moment George was able to actually look at you and take in what he was seeing. You looked absolutely beautiful. Like always! But this time was different. You were both older and you were basically two grown ups now. It had been a long time since he had last seen you. Your hair was slightly longer, he noticed in his mind. 

His eyes trailed down your entire figure until they curiously stopped on your left hand. Suddenly, they seemed sad, grey. 

“Is he coming?” he asked.  

You frowned. “Who?”

“Pete,” he pointed at your hand. You looked at it and saw the silver ring on your ring finger. A ring that your father had given you for your eighteenth birthday, but George didn’t know that. 

“No, he’s not,” you answered, feeling your throat tighten. “We’re not together anymore.”

Something shifted in George’s eyes and you couldn’t tell what it was. You felt your mouth slightly dry as he tucked his hands in his pockets.

“Oh,” he said, “What happened?”

“What you said it would. He hurt me,” your voice broke at the last sentence, although you weren’t going to cry. You cleared your throat, realizing the atmosphere around you two had suddenly become serious.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Yeah... me too,” you nodded, “I shouldn’t have pushed you away like I did. You didn’t deserve that, you were just trying to protect me.”

“Maybe I was too invasive? You had the right to react the way you did. I could’ve been mistaken, since I was mainly acting out of...”

Jealousy. Acting out of jealousy. But George wasn’t going to admit that so easily. 

“Well, I didn’t really know how to deal with the distance,” he concluded.

“Me neither. I felt so lonely in that castle, George. You have no idea,” you breathed, “But no, you weren’t mistaken.”

George nodded, looking down at his feet. Was it too selfish to admit that he was slightly glad that you weren’t with Pete anymore? He felt guilty for it, but he couldn’t avoid it. He still remembered the letter you sent him talking about Pete for the first time. He remembered feeling helpless and lost, like he couldn’t do anything to stop it. He knew Pete, the charming Ravenclaw that every girl in Hogwarts had a crush on. Of course the boy would ask you out, he would be crazy if he didn’t. But George had been almost sure it would end up with your heart broken. Pete had a reputation and it looked like you were ignoring it. 

Now, seeing that he was right and it did end up with you being hurt, he felt guilty. Guilty because he could’ve done more to protect you. He could’ve ignored your angry letter and visited you when you went home for Christmas. He could’ve been there for you more. But no. He let his pride take over him and didn’t write to you again. 

“I’m sorry to hear that, Y/N.”

“Well, it’s over now. And I’m okay. Ginny was great, I don’t know how I would have carried on if it wasn’t for her.”

“Oh, I see,” George nodded, “That’s why suddenly you decided to help her?”

You chuckled. “The only way to have a friend is to be one.”

“Yeah,” he looked down again, “I should’ve had that in mind.”

“Stop, George,” you moved closer to him, “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I should’ve been there for you.”

“I pushed you away.”

“I should’ve known better.”

“You couldn’t.”

“I love you.”

You froze.

You had said you loved each other countless times before, but it sounded so different this time. You felt it was different. You felt it had more meaning behind it. 

Or were you overreading it? 

You didn’t care.

“I love you too,” you said, hoping he would feel the same thing you felt when you heard it from him. 

The sadness you had seen in his eyes minutes before was now gone. It was replaced by a sparkle you hadn’t seen in over a year, the same sparkle he had in his eyes when his pranks worked the way he wanted.

George slowly took your hand in his and started playing with your ring.

“I-”

“George! Over here! We could use some help!” Bill waved at his brother from across the yard. You both looked at him, realizing that the men were setting the tent for the wedding. 

“I should go there,” he sighed. “Or maybe I could use my injury to stay here,” he looked at you as if he had just had the most brilliant idea. 

“No,” you chuckled, letting go of his hand, “It wouldn’t be right, they need your help.”

“I knew you would never be the same again after becoming Head Girl,” he shook his head. 

“Hey!” you protested, “You didn’t even see me in action.”

“But I’d bet a hundred galleons that it was something like this,” he smiled, “Always playing by the book, never having fun...”

“I had my fun,” you shrugged it off.

“Sure.”

“I did!”

“Okay.”

“Weasley!”

“Don’t say it too loud, otherwise everyone will answer,” he smiled, “And I don’t believe you. I don’t think you had fun without me.”

“You are so entitled, aren’t you?” you shook your head in disbelief, but your smirk contradicted your line. “Go set the tent.”

“Will you still be here when I come back?” he asked, half-joking. 

“Always,” you replied truthfully.

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Bonus Part

[just-my-fandom]

Would you be willing to make an imagine of dad!billy were after graduation u nd billy leave town bc u get pregnant w/out telling anybody but after a few years u have a son & daughter Neil finds out n come by the house hella pissed while billy isnt home, tries to hurt u nd the kids but billy comes home n just beats the hell out him for trying to hurt his family? just the thought of billy goin after the only person hes terrified of for HIS family makes him THE father he never had makes me melt💕❤❣

Sorry guys! I haven’t been active AT ALL and I blame school!! I am now reaching my third week of junior year and I am already so stressed, So updates will be very slow and possibly short :(((( But go ahead and send in some Billy one shots! I’ll be ready!!

Also thank you for the 1.4K followers!

Edit; Billy Hargrove smut coming up probably tonight :)

Warnings; Young pregnancy (not really your 19 ish), mention of abuse, fighting and harsh words towards the reader

“What if they realize we’re gone?”

Hand at your thigh, Billy draws his thumb across the skin, trying to ease the bounce of your leg in the car seat next to him,

“They’re going to realize,” Billy says, calmly as to not frighten the girl constantly pressing her hands to her stomach, “But where we’re going they can’t hurt us,”

“You and I both know Neil will do anything to get his point across. If he finds out about the twins,” You pinch your eyes shut, twisting your shirt in your fingers,

Pulling into a gas station and next to a pump, Billy lifts his hand to your jaw, bringing your eyes to his,

“Babydoll, stop freaking out,” He soothes, “You know Id never let anything happen to you,”

“I know,” You sigh, “I’m just...scared,”

“Honestly?” Billy raises an eyebrow, “I am too. But as long as we got each other we’ll be fine,”

You smile, pressing your hand to the side of his head so your fingers knotted in his girls, “You’ve gone soft,”

Billy chuckles, drawing your lips to press against his carefully, “Thanks to you. Now I know you’re craving something to eat, what you want?”

. . .

“Open for the airplane,”

Propping (Daughter/Name) on your hip, you raise the spoon of mushed carrots to (Son/Names) lips, blowing out to mock an actual airplane,

Twirling your air in her hands, (D/N) giggles when (S/N) spits out the carrots onto the table of his high chair, laughing when you huff and wipe his mouth with a tissue,

“I swear, you’re just like your father,” You stand up, unclipping (S/N) from his seat and heaving him onto your other hip, looking over at the reviving of a car just outside the house,

You quickly glance at the clock on the stove, looking at the window when you hear a car door shut and move to the window,

“That’s probably daddy,” You push down the blind so you could peer outside, instantly spotting the familiar resting bitch face of Neil Hargrove,

“Holy shit,” You release the blind, running to the door to lock it and back up, staring at the wooden door,

“Mommy said a bad word,” (D/N) tells her twin, looking up at you when you shush her out of panic,

The sudden thrust of Neil’s fist at the door has you jumping, your fear radiating off to the twins so they both ducked their heads into your shoulders,

“Y/N, I know you’re home! Open up!” Neil’s booming voice has your throat tightening, backing up to kneel behind the kitchen counter, pressing both toddlers to your chest,

“Mommy needs you to stay quiet, okay?” Breath shaky, you look down at the two children, both nodding and looking at each other,

“Phone, phone,” You mutter, eyeing the phone across the kitchen and having an argument with yourself on what to do,

“Open the hell up Y/N before I let myself in!” Neil demands, voice muffled by the door,

“Go away!” Your voice cracks, setting the two children in their play pin in the corner and turning around as a shield, “Before I call the cops!”

The front door throws itself open, Neil smiling large when spotting the two standing toddlers behind you, “So this is why you took my son and left, huh? You got fucked and now you have kids!”

“Leave, now,” You order, reaching for the cutting knife in the wooden holder and holding it out in front of you, “You have no right to be here,”

“Wheres Billy? Huh? Bet he left your bitch ass,” Neil moves forward, (D/N) whimpering out of fear and (S/N) sticking his thumb into his mouth,

“Get out of here Neil!!” You shout in a plea, yelping loudly when Neil moves forward, grabbing your arms and throwing you behind him so you landed on your back,

You cry out, looking over where the knife had slid away from your grasp,

“You’re a slut, you know that?” Neil kneels forward, hovering over you and grasping the front of your plaid button up, “How many guys did you fuck before you left Hawkins, all of them?”

“Please,” You whimper, shoving your hand to Neil’s chest desperately, “Leave us alone,”

“Oh wow,” Neil chuckles, drawing his thumb across your jaw, “I almost completely forgot about those two mistakes,”

“Don’t touch them!” You gasp, sitting up when Neil pushes back, “Please! Hurt me do anything with me!”

Neil lunges his hand forward, easily hitting the side of your face so you fell back and out of his touch,

The loud shrieks of the two children behind him has Neil looking over his shoulder, unable to hear the car pulling up behind his outside,

Billy’s eyes widen at the familiar car and tag, throwing open his door with a shout of your name and sprinting across the yard of the small home,

“Well look who it is!” Neil stands up with open arms, laughing at the panic on Billy’s face, “Really, son, I thought you could do something better with your life,”

Careful not to go near the pin, Billy shoves Neil into the closest wall, fist clutched in his shirt and the other held close to his face,

“What are you doing here?” Billy asks lowly, maintaining eye contact despite Neil laughing and throwing his head back,

“Decided it was time to visit the grandkids, no?” Neil grins, grunting when Billy brings his fist to Neil’s nose, the painful crack giving them both a knowing answer to the injury,

“Y/N,” Pressing his hand to Neil’s shoulder to keep him still, Billy looks behind him, eyes softening when you slowly sit up, “Take the kids outside,”

You inhale deeply, moving to the pin and lifting both children, speed walking outside the door to the front porch,

“What the hell makes you think you can mess with them?” Billy focuses his gaze to his father, who couldn’t help a deep chuckle in his chest,

“You’ve really outdone yourself, son,” Neil lulls his head to the side, blood slowly pooling from his nose, “You’ve gotten tougher, too,”

“Yeah, well I have two kids to protect, maybe I should have given you some pointers,” Billy turns, spinning Neil to press his back against the kitchen counter,

Shoving him sideways so he fell to the floor, Billy reaches for the knife you had dropped, holding it close to Neil’s neck,

“Billy stop!” Your shout has the man looking up, glare faltering when both children hide their faces in your neck, your eyes wide, “He isn’t worth it, just call the cops,”

“You’ve gone soft, son,” Tired with sleep, Neil chuckles dryly, Billy drops the knife by his head, pulling him upwards and reaching for the phone against the wall, making sure his eyes remained on the grinning man under him,

. . .

“We’ll have him out of your hair in no time,”

You smile up at the cop, nodding once in thanks as he walks towards his car, where another officer shoved Neil into the back seat,

“You three okay?” Billy’s hand touches your back, smiling down at your daughter nuzzling in your shoulder then spotting her father, arms out for him to lift her,

“Mommy got hurt,” (D/N) murmurs, arms locked at Billy’s neck as Billy looks at her, then where you purposely moved your hair over your face,

Billy lifts his free hand, noticing your sharp wince when his fingers brush the red of your cheek,

“I’m gonna help mommy, okay? She’s gonna feel better soon,” Billy kisses the side of (D/N)s heads placing her in the high chair next to her twin brothers after bidding goodbye to the cops, leading you towards the freezer,

“Honestly, I’m fine,” You whisper, clutching Billy’s hand in reassurance,

“We’ve been together for how long?” Billy lifts the bag of frozen vegetables to your cheek, free hand cupping the other side of your face delicately, “You don’t have to lie to me,”

“I just don’t want to be the reason our children get hurt,” Your arms slip to his torso, frown deep, “He was stronger than me, he could have done something to them,”

“But they didn’t,” Billy presses a kiss to your forehead, then slowly to your cheek before resting his lips against yours, “I’ll move you anywhere around the world as long as you are safe,”

You place the bag to the side to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down to deepen the kiss so his hands firmly rested at your hips,

Almost forgetting about the two children across the room, Billy turns so you rested against the counter, your hand balled at his shirt before the loud laughter of your children has you pulling back, Billy smiling and looking over,

“You think it’s funny?” Billy lifts (S/N), tossing him and catching him with ease and kissing his head,

You smile, pressing the bag of peas to your cheek and walking up to greet your daughter as if none of the recent events had ever happened

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REGNUM [L.H] - Chapter 6

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Word Count: 2,211

Three delicate knocks on the door sounded in the room. I had been awake since the early hours of the morning, sleep came and went, and the intrigue of last night's sobbing didn't help. I refused to believe it was Luke, it made me uncomfortable to even imagine him crying. 

“Good morning, Amberly.”

“Lidia, come in," I offered her two pins. “I tried to put these on my braid but it was impossible.”

She laughed a little, closed the door, and settled down behind me, and I saw her face in the mirror on the dresser. She wasn't wearing any makeup, she didn't need any. She was just a few years older than me and looked spectacular. 

“So... ambassador," She began to talk, struggling a bit with the pins. “How do you feel?”

I sighed while fiddling with a pair of earrings within my reach. 

“Well, except that I have to do my work, I can't wait to make some real changes," I smiled. “How did you end up working here?”

“My father was a great friend of the king, they played together as kids. When they grew up, he married Queen Susan... Jake, Luke, you know that part... and my father, on the other hand, married my mother who died when I was five... “ I touched one of her hands in a comforting gesture, she looked at me and nodded. “Before he died, my mother made my father and the king meet again, so the king felt a responsibility to... help us. He gave my father a job here, but he is old now and... it is my turn, I must help him.“

Her face was disturbed by memories, sadness threatened her. 

“You do a wonderful job, Lidia. Your father must be proud of you…”

She nodded at my attempt to encourage her. She finished the braid and started to put the pins in. 

“That's enough of that, I'd like to know... How is Duke Clifford?” She asked with more curiosity than she should have. “I heard the girls in the kitchen say that he was back and that he looked more charming than usual…”

It was by lowering her tone of voice, which made me laugh. 

“Did I hear wrong or did you call Michael charming?” I said, laughing as she blushed. “DUKE CLIFFORD…”

“AMBERLY! -I have your hair in my hands!” She pulled gently on the braid. 

I raised my hands in surrender. 

“He's not here today anyway," I smiled, she rolled her eyes.

“By the Forest, I almost forgot!” she exclaimed, looking for something in her cross-bag. After a moment she pulled out a letter. “It's from the Duke, for you.”

I took the letter that Michael had told me he would leave with Lidia, not without first smiling mischievously at Lidia who only hesitated.

"Amberly,

Hi, ´tis Michael! 

Your task will be to put the greenhouse aside for a while and organize the annual picnic for the employees at the palace. Naturally, this would be a task for the Queen and King but Luke has refused to participate and because of the tone in which he said "Do whatever you want, Mike" I have taken the liberty of asking you. I know you'll do a great job.

-M.”

“...employee picnic," I repeated aloud. “Sounds interesting.”

“Just like him," Lidia replied, a little distracted before she realized what she had said. “Sorry!”

“By the sea, Lidia, you should talk to him.”

She looked at me as if I had told her a very good joke. 

“I'm serious, he's... “ I couldn't find the words to describe him after our brief time together. “He'll make you laugh!”

“More than you do with such quips? I doubt it.”

She took the earrings from my hands and placed them in the jewelry box, exchanging them for gold ones that matched the short yellow dress I chose today. 

“We haven't spent much time together, but he looks different... “

“Than Luke? Even my mare is better than him," we shared a laugh.

 “What about Ashton? I see you more with him... “

I shook my head and stopped myself from developing the thought. However, Lidia continued:

“Imagine for a second..." She took the necklace Lauren and Ashton had given me from the jewelry box and placed it around my neck. ”Amberly Sarah Campbell... of Irwin... Queen of Lauxwell.”

Laughter flooded my room again, the last time I laughed so much had happened so long ago that I didn't remember it. 

I took a few seconds to imagine it seriously, reigning next to Ashton... quite an adventure, who knows what he would plan every day to go out and distract us. And Luke...  I imagined his anger at the fact that his kingdom had to surrender, which shook me a little. 

“I don't think it's possible," I told her once we weren't laughing. 

“Oh, come on! We all know how crazy the great King of Laxuwell is for you," She left the necklace on the dresser. “I think he's not the only one... “

Before I had a chance to ask what exactly she meant by that, someone knocked on the door desperately. Lidia opened it and a girl with gardening looks and short hair looked at her with fear. 

“Julia, what ...?” Lidia seemed to see her face in terror until that moment. She inhaled, understanding what was happening. “It's today…”

The gardener nodded, wrapping Lidia in a tight embrace as she sobbed against her clothes, despair was palpable on her face... she seemed to be about... sixteen or fifteen years old. 

“Julia..." whispered Lidia, pointing at me with her chin. 

Julia sipped her nose, arranged her clothes, and looked at me with shame. 

“Your Highness, excuse me, I didn't see you before," she spoke quickly. 

“It's all right, don't worry," I smiled, hoping to relax her a little. “What exactly is today?” 

They both looked at each other, Julia closed the door behind her. I had never seen Lidia so scared, she saw her partner with sadness. 

“King Robert started a system for us by marrying Queen Susan," the redhead swallowed. “The palace would lend money to the servants who needed it and they would pay it back within two months. The salary they give us is good if you've been here a while, Julia started recently. Her older sister had to have emergency surgery because of an accident at work so she asked for a loan... today is two months ago... “ Lidia turned her gaze to Julia, I nodded in understanding. “Since His Majesty Luke turned ten years old he has had to carry out this task in his father's eyes, collecting from workers who ask for this loan. Now he's the King, I don't think there is a difference... much less a pardon. He's going to fire her.”

“It's just me and my sister…” Julia shuddered. 

It hurt to see the girl in that state, who knows what so many tragedies were going through her head... How did they expect her to pay? 

I could help her, I needed to do something, to negotiate... to talk, even if it was with my least favorite person at the moment. 

I got up from the dresser, opened each drawer in search of something of sufficient value, of spare. The green glow of the necklace Lauren and Ashton had given me danced in the corner of my vision right where Lidia had left it after it landed on my neck. I took it and walked over to the girls. 

“Take me with you.”

¥

We went down the steps quickly, Julia led us through the corridors to the west side of the palace where the collections were taking place. 

We went out into the garden of this wing, it had fewer flowers than the rest of the gardens but they looked well cared for and freshly planted. In the middle of it was a U-shaped row of servants surrounding Luke, sitting at a picnic table with safes and papers on it. 

“We're on time, it's starting," whispered Lidia just to us. 

Luke looked bored, glancing at the paper in his hands, not wanting to look around. He said the first name on the list apathetically. 

A boy with clothes full of hay and a couple of stains on his pants stepped forward, said something under his breath, the blond man snorted, and some guards grabbed the boy and dragged him out of the garden. Before he left, he spat at Luke's side, he got rigid about his action, for a moment I was afraid he would call him and give him a terrible consequence but he didn't. Instead, he hunched over again and spoke again as the boy was carried away from the garden. 

“Rosé Bellamy Julia.”

The girl covered her mouth beside me, shaking and about to sob again. I put a hand on her shoulder and smiled at her, feeling her body release the tension for a second. I looked at Lidia, she nodded as if she knew I had asked her to protect her if anything went wrong. Then I walked over to Luke. 

He didn't hide his surprise, straightened his posture, and left the paper on the table. 

“The last time I checked, your name wasn't Julia, your highness.”

Your words came out sharp as a knife, in your usual strong tone of voice. 

“The last time I checked you had humanity in you, your majesty. Or who knows, I am not so sure.” I tried (and succeeded) to match his tone, I slipped the emerald necklace close to his hand before he could say anything. “It's for Julia and for everyone on that list.”

Murmurs, muffled screams, and even sobbing surrounded us. Luke inspected the necklace in his hands, looked at a man in a suit who nodded repeatedly. 

“Tell me if you need more,” I asked impatiently. 

Luke raised an eyebrow, dropped the necklace in one of the boxes, and got up from the table. 

“That's enough, we're done here for the month," he spoke for the servants who were already celebrating, raising a hand to quiet the celebration. “Please, thank Princess Amberly.”

He winked at me while leaving the table. I frowned, I couldn't help but think that it wasn't all, that it couldn't be that easy. 

But maybe it was. 

Julia ran to me, I hugged her tightly, she had such a wide smile. 

“Thank you, Princess Amberly. I´ll never forget this!”

Like Julia, all the other servants came to thank and pay their respects. I took their hands which showed perfectly the work and tiredness they´ve invested. I nodded and was glad to see them relieved, carefree, hoping to see the same happiness released from more people in the future.

¥

On my way from the west wing to the east where the greenhouse was located, a line of servants and guards interrupted my path. In the end, I saw Lauren standing in front of a door, as bright and beautiful as ever, wearing a green suit and black heels as her hair.

“Lauren," I called to her, changing her pace to my direction. “What's all this?” 

“It's time for me to go back to Lauxwell, I have a couple of things to do. I left my luggage in this room, but apparently, no one has the key to open it," she crossed her arms. “Someone must do something about this lack of efficiency.”

I remembered the keys I had found in the greenhouse. I had completely forgotten to tell Lidia this morning, but they could help Lauren.

“I found some keys in the greenhouse.”

She blinked twice in a row and came closer to me with intrigue. 

“What were you doing there?”I looked at her with suspicion, I didn't understand her interest. “I've been told horror stories from there, that's all.”

“As an ambassador for Maredale, I must have a place of work that seems to be there," I explained. “I found them in a flowerpot, I suppose they´re forgotten or old copies but give me two seconds, I'll go to my room and check. 

She nodded, a guard stood in the way as soon as we took a few steps and showed a key. 

“I'm sorry for the delay, Your Majesty Lauren. We can open the door now.”

“Oh. No need to worry, good man. Go ahead," Lauren left room for me to pass and turned to me. “Princess Amberly, see you soon. I trust you'll take care of my brother, won't you?”

“Count on it," I smiled and she nodded, going the opposite way from me. 

I circled the greenhouse, taking a seat on a large rock outside with a feather and leaves in my lap, ready to capture the ideas I had for the picnic. I looked at the greenhouse, it was a matter of cutting some plants here, others there... I had a good space to put two desks and decorations inside once it was empty. 

A detail surprised me at the entrance. On top of a small wooden table, there was a pair of gloves ideal for manual work and a note on top of them, I took it and read it:

I took it and read: 

"Thank you. 

-L."

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You were tense to say the least. Not because of who he was, you’d come to terms with him being the biggest name you were interviewing yet, but because he looked quite uncomfortable, like he didn’t really want to be there. But there was no backing out now, from neither side really, and you’d been so excited so you tried to stay professional, not just get it over with but make it as good as you could, no matter how disinterested, reserved, distant he looked.

“Are you comfortable?” You inquired, looking at him doubtfully, “Is the coffee alright?”

He nodded slowly, holding the coffee cup in his hand, bringing it up to his lips to take a small sip. “Si, bella, thank you…” he said quietly, his thick accent making every word sound incredibly sexy.

Not just his mood was intimidating, the way he looked was too, the neatly tailored suit, his black coat threw nonchalantly on the armrest of the couch, the way his eyes kept piercing through you, the stare overly intimidating, and he just looked too well.

“Because I can get you something else…” you assured him, wanting him to be pleased with the drink you’d made him, you were desperate to make everything perfect.

It felt like you were the only two people in the whole building now, except for the security standing outside the door and lurking from every corner; he hadn’t been able to make any other time, it was past your hours, had gone dark a while ago, but you’d been willing to do this either way, if he was going to make the time to talk to you and grant you first and fully exclusive interview, you were going to make an effort and give it your all.

“It’s really good actually” he said, clearing his throat. “I like it, bella.”

You smiled, nodding and glancing down at your notes. “Okay, so… are you okay with me filming our conversation?” you asked, a faint smile hiding in the corner of his mouth, “I promise it’s only for my eyes, so I can refer back to it and go back and forth through it when I write the article.”

Santino nodded, “Yes, bella. I already agreed to that when you called.”

You nodded quickly, “Yeah, yeah, I just wanted to make sure again” you stammered.

He gave you a small smile, shifting slightly on the couch, “It’s fine, veramente. I bet you’re not the only one that would like to have videos of me” he chuckled.

You swallowed hard, your cheeks started to burn and you tried your best to calm down, and get your shit together.

“Okay…” you said, smiling, also clearing your throat. “Let’s… uh… let’s start then” you said, leaning over to press play on your laptop that you’d set up in front of the sofa you were both sat on, “Easy question to start with… how are you doing?” you asked, feeling like it was suitable to start on as he seemed to start flirting with you, “Like, not just your mood right now” you added with a laugh to seem a bit more deep, professional, “How are you generally… I can imagine that being a mobster isn’t an easy job… and I must say that I appreciate how you just simply agreed to talk with me, perhaps you want to show a warmer side of the mafia?”

He chuckled, the sound relieving you a little, hoping he was loosening up, “You’re right about that, bella. It’s not as easy as it might seem.”

You nodded, smiling, “So, right now it’s just… relaxing, recharging, taking a break from the usual… businesses?” you asked.

He sighed, stretching his arms out a little.

“Malavita is a form of an art really. With all of the power and money I have I could use it for anything I wanted.”

You smiled, nodding again, “Yeah” you said, “but isn’t it all like a burden for you somehow? Living in a constant state of danger? I’m sorry, I’m slipping into the heavy questions that early…” you laughed.

Santino shrugged, waving it off, “No, no, it’s fine, bella. I can understand that you have various questions… about various things… but I like to live in a constant state of danger” he leaned closer to you, “just like now… since you weren’t searched al momento dell'arrivo, how can I be sure you’re not having a gun or a knife… hidden somewhere.”

You nodded understandingly, smiling, “Right…”

“So… all the blood we, D’Antonios, have spilled is for our best. Our enemies have to die, so we can live.”

You laughed, “Yeah, I see that. And what’s made you stick with it, the fact that somehow it’s a family business?”

He nodded few times, before grabbing the coffee cup, “Yeah, I suppose…” he smiled, shifting and leaning back against the cushions of the sofa, turning his body slightly, so he was facing you more, pulling one of his legs up onto the other and taking another sip of his coffee. “It’s the only way of living I know.”

“But… haven’t you really tried, to escape this way of living?”

He shrugged, “I haven’t really thought about that… it’s more like I was already born into all that… born with murder coursing through my veins. I won’t describe myself as a bad person even though I kill people.”

“So, in your opinion, what makes a person bad?” you looked up at him from your notes and when your eyes met he couldn’t help but smile.

“I live by the codex, bella. A codex I have to work out myself… in my world there are three crucial rules: you don’t hurt women, you don’t hurt children and even a single word is worth more than anything. That’s how you make people trust you. You won’t hurt someone’s wife and kids even if it’s per vendetta. A loving woman is worth more than any amount of money, gold or anything equally pricey.”

You watched as he gently placed the empty cup onto the coffee table, “Would you like another drink? Perhaps some tea?” you offered.

He thought for a moment, “Veramente, bella, have you got… anything stronger?” Santino smirked.

You laughed, placing your notepad down and shuffling off the sofa, heading to the kitchen, “Really?” you grinned.

“I mean, not just for me, have a drink too…” he said and you could feel his eyes on you from behind you.

“I’m working…” you said, “And so are you, Mister Santino.”

“Please, just Santino!” he undid all of the buttons of his jacket, “Well, if no one sees that video, no one will know…”

You returned with two small glasses and a bottle of whisky, “Lucky me. Getting an exclusive interview and he’s even requesting a drink that’ll loosen his tongue” you joked.

“Well, you don’t seem as a person who would twist my words, then run them for printing. Also we both agreed that you’ll show me the final product of our discorso.”

You nodded quickly, pouring both of you a generous drink, handing him his before sitting back down with yours, picking up your notes again, “Absolutely” you said. “I don’t want you to think about every single word you say clearly because then it’s just going to be stiff and not very real, right? You’d be much more comfortable and more likely to just speak your mind and we can have a proper conversation.”

Santino smiled, nodding. “You know what you want, bella. Also you’re not trying to force me to say something that I’d regret later… you’re a true professional. You’re not one of those that’d like to force out a scandal.”

You nodded understandingly. “Yeah, but… that’s understandable” you smiled.

“But I feel … much more comfortable now, and it’s somehow like we’re just having a chat like… un primo incontro style…”

Your eyes widened and you blushed, trying to quickly think of something else to ask him, skimming your notes.

“To good journalism… and beautiful journalists” he said, quickly taking over your job of moving on and holding his glass up.

You laughed nervously, letting your glasses ring together, smiling at his words and taking a big sip of the whisky, the sharp aftertaste burning down your throat.

He smiled. “This is good…” he mumbled, “At least I know you have a good taste in liquor. So… now you can ask about the juicier things…” he joked.

“I don’t know about juicy…” you laughed again, “but I definitely have some few tricky ones, that I didn’t know if we’d get to, or if you were comfortable with…”

“Don’t be scared, either of asking or of me” his fingertips ghosted over the skin of your hand, a smile on his face.

You nodded, another blush creeping on your face.

“You said that ‘a loving woman is worth more than any amount of money’, is there someone in your life that you truly love?” his eyes seemed dull for a moment, it felt like he was deep in his thoughts, but he blinked them away.

“I’ve never really met someone I could adore… until now, I think” he probably sensed that his words made you uneasy, “Well, it’s definitely been one of the greatest conversations I’ve ever had in my life” Santino added quickly, laughing a little.

You smiled, flattered by the lovely compliment, “Wow, that’s… that makes me really proud” you said.

“You should be, bella” he said, sitting up straight and finishing his glass. “I’m actually… dying for a cigarette” he said, fumbling in the pocket of his jacket, “You smoke?”

You thought for a moment, then nodded slowly, “Yeah, I could have one too” you said with a smile, leaning over to finish and save your recording, before grabbing one of the ashtrays from the kitchen and placing it on the coffee table next to the sofa.

“It was a great conversation” Santino said as he handed you a cigarette and trapped one between his lips, lightning them both with a silver lighter.

“Thank you” you smiled. “I thought so too, I was a little nervous but that turned out to be unnecessary.”

He smirked, taking a drag from his cigarette, “Doesn’t it always?” a little chuckle left his lips.

“True” you laughed, nodding, also taking a drag and blowing it away from him. It felt like he moved closer, slowly reducing the distance between you two.

“So, any plans for now?” he asked, slowly moving even closer to you.

You shrugged. “Well, I didn’t know how long this was going to take so I didn’t make any plans…” you confessed, “I might order some food, start writing the article. Bit of lonely work. How about you?”

“I mean, quite the same” he laughed, “Mob life is a quite a lonely one, surprising.”

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, biting your lip, “O-Or… perhaps … you could… just stay for a little longer” you suggested, “If you wanted, to just… have another drink?”

“I don’t want to keep you away from work, bella…”

You smiled, “Well, I asked, so…” you mumbled nervously, unable to take your eyes off his with how close he was and you wondered if he really was getting closer or if you were just imagining that.

“Magnifico…” he hummed, “Because I feel like the real conversation hasn’t really started yet.”

You swallowed hard, your eyes glued to his face, hypnotized by the way his lips moved as he spoke, his face was even prettier in person and you just couldn’t take your eyes of it, thought about what it would feel like if he just came a little closer, if he just closed the space between the two of you completely and then your heart fluttered when he did.

Your eyes stayed wide open for a moment, unable to believe that this was happening, how was this happening?

And then he already pulled back, eyes fluttering open, looking back at you, “Mi spiace, bella” he mumbled, the Italian accent driving you more and more insane with every word he spoke, “Was that okay… okay with you…? I… oh, bella…”

You nodded eagerly, reaching to cup the back of his neck, not giving him a moment of doubt and leaning up to press your lips to his, your eyes fluttering shut. Santino quickly stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray and you felt how he hesitated for a moment, just like you had before kissing you back, one of his arms looping around you to pull you closer, his other hand cupping the side of your face. He tasted exactly the way he looked, sweet, like smoke, the whisky and something else that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, something mysterious…

You drew back, inhaling sharply and he giggled shakily, “I thought I just sbagliare…” he said quietly.

“No, no, I was just … caught off guard, I…” you took one last drag from your cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray just like he did with his.

“No, no, bella…” he said, his thumb grazing your lips, “don’t apologize” his other hand gently touching your neck, “I just… my first thought when I walked here was that you’re una bellissima donna… when we started talking… you’re voice was the most sublime music I’ve ever heard… I felt like we were on the same wavelength, I think that’s how you say it in English…” he smiled again.

“No, no, I agree!” you assured him quickly, pressing your hand to his chest, “I … just wasn’t sure if you… felt the same…”

 “I do, bella. There’s something magic about you…” he smirked.

You poured both of you another glass of whisky, a little more this time and you kicked off your shoes, getting more comfortable on the sofa, Santino doing the same, pulling up his legs and leaning his side against the back of the sofa to face you properly.

He smiled back at you, sighing, “I know you can see me as someone who’s ruthless… someone rotten to the core, but I rarely pull the trigger, I just make orders.”

“That’s understandable. You have a whole army of people to do that for you” there was a faint smile on your lips.

“Bella?”

“Y-Yes, Santino?”His voice sounded serious and you looked back at him curiously, swallowing.

“Can I kiss those lips again?”

Your heart skipped a beat and you found yourself nodding, placing your glass down on the table but holding his gaze.

He smiled softly, biting his bottom lip before shrugged off his jacket and leaned in again, his hand moving to the back of your head to draw you close, pressing his lips to yours again, less hesitant this time, more confident, like he wasn’t all that before and it felt more like he meant it, like he now knew what he truly wanted.

You sighed softly against his lips, returning the kiss, moving your hand to the side of his face, brushing your thumb along his jaw, a slight gasp falling from your lips when you felt his tongue slip past them to dance with yours, deepening the kiss.

You felt a fire coiling in your stomach, trying to compose yourself, to not get lost in the kiss but he tasted incredible, felt incredible, smelt incredible, he was intoxicating and you wanted more, tried to hold yourself back but you couldn’t, cupping his face with both hands to keep him close, kissing him back more eagerly, the alcohol loosening your inhibitions, making you more confident than you normally would’ve been in any sort of position like this. Not that you’d ever been in one, not that you’d ever had the chance to be with someone like he was.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer and you shifted to climb into his lap, sighing with relief when you sank into his arms and it was much more comfortable to kiss him this way, pressing yourself close to him as you moved your tongue with his and his lips became more demanding, eager, almost desperate for more.

You didn’t know what had gotten into you, didn’t recognize yourself, or the confidence you had, your hips grinding forward into his, your face flushed, heart racing as he tightened his arm around you, groaning softly into your mouth. One of his hands moved slowly up your side before cupping your breast over your shirt, groping, kneading before tugging up your shirt, both his hands wandering underneath and you moaned against his lips as he massaged your breasts through your bra.

As you moved to grind your hips forward again, aching for some friction, something to tend to the ache between your legs that was growing more and more prominent the more he touched you, the more he moaned, mumbled your name, sucked on your tongue, “S-Santino…” you were unable to stop the little moan from leaving your mouth.

“Are we making love tonight, bella?” he drawled when he felt your hips grinding down again, hands moving slowly down your hips. He was hard, straining in his perfectly tailored trousers.

You whimpered at his words, couldn’t help but nod, “Y-Yes…” you whispered.

“Mmm, perfetto…” he mumbled, making you giggle against his lips and he pushed up your skirt, hands roaming your thighs and spreading them further apart in his lap, allowing you to press up closer to him, whining when you felt the rough fabric of his trousers brush up against your wet folds, just grazing your clit slightly.

“O-Oh, fuck…” you whispered.

He was quick to unbuckle his belt and you lifted your hips to give him enough space to tug down his jeans far enough to reach into his underwear, giving his hard cock a few pumps and you watched him, mesmerized, licking your lips.

Then you just switched his hand with yours, giving him a few more pumps, stroking him slowly, enjoying the look on his face as he slowly relaxed, his eyes fluttering shut, lips parted slightly, little moans you couldn’t figure out falling from his mouth.

You couldn’t believe this was about to happen, doubted it was for a moment but here you were, on top of him, aching for him to be inside you and soon you couldn’t wait any longer, sitting up on your knees to position yourself above him, whimpering when his tip brushed up against your clit and you pulled your thong to the side, whining when your wet heat enveloped him, you were so wet that he slipped inside easily, before you could properly adjust, falling against him, your chest pressed up against him.

He groaned, throwing his head back as he sank inside you slowly and you squirmed when his cock was buried all the way inside you, throbbing, stretching out your walls, “Excuse my words, bella, but la tua figa è perfetta…” he muttered, his hips bucking up.

You whimpered, arms wrapped around his shoulders as you tried to lift your hips, only to sink back down on him again, moaning softly at the friction, his cock rubbing up so tightly against your walls.

“Take this off…” he groaned, pushing your shirt up properly and you tried to sit up straight so he could pull it over your head, grabbing at your tits again as you started rolling your hips, adjusting slowly to his size and starting to pick up the pace, bouncing in his lap, whining softly each time his cock reached deep inside you, brushing up into just the right spot and you reached between your legs to rub your clit.

He moved his hips with yours, bucking them up and groaning, massaging your breasts and dragging your bra down so they spilled over, making you whine when he rolled your nipples between his fingers, teasing, attaching his lips to your neck and sucking needily on your skin.

You picked up the pace, hips rising and falling faster, it was a quick grind, a fast build up and you could tell he was getting just as close just as quickly, your walls clenching around his throbbing cock.

“C-cazzo, bella! You’re fucking gorgeous…” he panted, his hands dropping to your hips to guide your movements, bouncing you faster in his lap as he started pushing up inside you, his snapping up again and again and again, making you cry out, whimpering his name each time he drove his cock deep inside you.

“Santi!” You moaned loudly, glad you were all alone now. “Oh, fuck Santino! I’m… I’m so close… I’m gonna…”

“Me too, bella, come on, let go, let your pretty little cunt come all over my cock…”

His filthy words were doing it all, encouraging you as your hips slapped together and you fell against him, your hard nipples brushing up against his chest as you gripped his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin through the fabric, whining, squirming as your walls gripped his cock, fluttering around him, the pleasure rocking through your body.

Triggered by your orgasm, he followed suit, burying himself deep inside you, holding you close and whimpering as he bit down on your neck.

“Santi!” you whined, moving your fingers to the back of his head, nails scraping against his skin gently, riding out both your orgasms, sighing as his cock brushed against your sensitive walls, a quiet whimper escaping your lips when he slipped out of you.

“Cazzo… oh, bella…” he groaned, tucking himself back into his underwear, fixing his clothes.

You shifted off his lap, your legs shaking as you stood up to fix your own clothes, picking up your shirt and pulling it back on, turning around when you felt his hand close around your wrist and he pulled you down on the sofa beside him again, your head falling down on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around you.

“Come here…” he mumbled softly, pressing an absent kiss to your hair, his hand brushing up and down your arm.

You were surprised by the tender nature of his touches, had thought he’d really just want to grind it out quickly now but he still seemed interested in spending more time with you and you were pleasantly surprised, cuddling closer to his side to cherish the moment.

“If you want me to go just say a word, bella…” he mumbled quietly against your hair.

“I don’t…” you sighed, speaking into his chest and wrapping your arm around him.

[bts-story]

Hi! first off i love your way of writing keep it up :), second can i request a fluffy a little bit of angst one shot with yoongi, where your his little sister, your both idols, and you are performing in an award show with your group...him and the rest of the members along with the other idol groups are watching and halfway through your performance you fall off the stage (through the hole thingy where they come up from idk what it's called) so yeah hihi thank you!

It’s Alright — SUGA 

It’s all over the tabloids already.

It had only been four minutes and twenty-eight seconds since it happened, but videos and pictures of the incidentwere scattering all around internet like it was the latest breaking news. After all, it was broadcasted live on television, so anyone knowing about theaward show of the year, would probably have been sitting comfortably in their sofa, watching and enjoying the performances from all different kind of idol groups.

Until it happened. Of course, nothing could have prepared the audience, nor the cameramen or the staff, or yourself for the matter, when you found yourself literally falling off the stage. It’s weird because, one moment you were up there, following the dancing moves you knew by heart, singing the lyrics you learned months ago – and the next minute, it’s like you’ve literally been swallowed by the ground.

It took a moment for you to realize what the hell happened, because the second your head bumped against something hard and cold, you couldn’t really remember much. All the things happened next was blurry to you. And only when a figure came in front of you, shaking gently your shoulder, you recognized your manager, his face slowly turning back clear.

“… you alright?” He turned around, but still the sound of his voice seemed far, far away. There was a loud buzz ringing throughout your head, it felt like you just been hit by a freaking train. You can’t really seem to focus on anything but the pain inside your head. “… s’okay, she just bumped her head a bit hard.”

Everything seemed fussy all around. You couldn’t really tell how many persons were with you in the room, or how you even got there, for the matter. “What happened?” you asked, and suddenly, the fuss around seemed to quiet down.

You cleared your throat, blinking as many times it took for your eyes to adjust to reality. The ringing was still there, a tiny bit quieter than before but in all, it didn’t seem as bad as it looked like. And considering the very frowned brows on your manager’s face, the crease on his forehead and the way his bottom lip was caught up between his teeth, it seemed actually pretty bad. Didn’t he just say you only bumped your head hard?

“You fell down the trap door.” Okay, it sounded dumb. Like really, really dumb. It sounded even more like a scene from a comedic television show or something. You would have laugh, in any other situation. If the loud buzz inside your head weren’t there.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed in the room and, jumping around to the sound, the door of the changing room let appear a man, suit on his shoulders. Worried eyes stuck on his face but what was most shocking about him, was the gritted teeth on his face. Tightened fists and eyes searching all around the room to find his prey.

“Jesus, what the fuck happened to you?” Yoongi. The one and only Min Yoongi, music-genius to some, ever complaining pain in the ass to others. In all, the curse of an older brother the world brought upon you.

Yoongi crossed the few steps separating him from you, and if there was anyone in his path, he would have shoved them away with a quick move of his shoulder. The moment he reached you, he kneeled down, examined your face left to right, up and down. His hand came to reach on your forehead, eyeing that weird look on your face.

“It’s okay, Yoongi-ssi, she just bumped her head a little bit hard.” Your manager spoke, reassuring. However, it only seemed to anger Yoongi more.

“Why was that door open anyway? Who’s in charge of that?” Yoongi asked and his voice rose with every word. There was no need to explain how worried he was. Behind the scary voice and the frowned brows was actually hidden the worries of an older brother, powerless in front of the scenery he witnessed only moments before. Seeing his little sister fall off that hole made his stomach twirl on itself. “S’not fucking complicated to push up a button, is it?”

“Oppa – it’s okay, I’m fine.” You tried to reassure, grabbing his hand because there is no use in yelling against your manager. And the latter isn’t even responsible. Maybe it ishis job to be sure everything’s in place, that there is no possibility whatsoever for his idols to be hurt. But in any case, it’s not his job to run all around the theatre place and check every little nail dug wrong in the wood.

“You’re not fine, you could have hurt yourself really badly.” Yoongi argued and that loud buzzing was slowly fading away now, more distant and annoying than anything else at the moment.

And Yoongi is fuming. Literally, he can feel blood streaming around in his arteries, can sense a vein pumping nervously on his temple and the way his fists were tightening in angry balls would probably hint anyone of how furious he was. His whole face was scarlet red, mouth twitched unpleasantly and each of his steps was crashing against the hard ground of the changing room like a giant ready to erase an entire city.

He wasn’t that green monster, with knives for teeth or claws at the end of his fingers, however, he did look as menacing; his eyes darker than the sky during a storm. What you usually say, more often than not, when you mention that never-fading sulk on Yoongi’s face that makes him look like he’s ready to rip a soul out was true now, and it couldn’t be truer than that in this very moment for Yoongi, really, was ready to murder anyone crossing his path.

“Hey, could you leave us for a moment, please?” you asked all around, gentle eyes hinting no worries. Everything was fine, and it’s only when you nodded to your manager that he dared leave you two all alone.

“I’m gonna check if the rest of the girls are fine,” he said then because indeed, when you fell off the hole, the other members of your own group were pleaded to end their performance. No need to say no one was really up to it, however, it was the best choice not to alarm anyone. Just imagine the stupefaction and confusion if the whole show was cancelled. Show must go on, after all.

Once the door was closed and there was only you two left in the room, Yoongi’s breathing seemed to calm down a little bit. “Are you hurt?” he asked gently, taking your hand in his own and oddly, it reminded you back you both were kids. When you would hurt yourself while playing in the playground, or when you accidently cut yourself with a knife in the kitchen of your parents’ house, back in Daegu.

Those times seemed like a long time ago, however, Yoongi adored that same look in his eyes, just right now like he did back then. Frowned brows and a delicacy a few people knew about. “I’m okay,” you said with a smile. And it was true, the buzz was getting more and distant with each minute passing. “I got a little knocked up, that’s all.”

Yoongi examined your face, searching in the deep of your eyes if you were telling the truth. But he seemed satisfied, after a moment, a small smile creeping up your lips to back up your statement. “Can’t you just watch it? Seriously? You’re so clumsy all the damn time,” Yoongi growled but it wasn’t angry at all. It sounded like an accusation without any bite.

He wasn’t really pissed anymore, still that frown between his two brows only hinted he was still worried. “I don’t have eyes behind my head. How was I supposed to know the damn thing was still open?”

You punched him lightly on the shoulder and circling his arm around your shoulder to keep you close, Yoongi planted a gentle kiss on top of your head. “I’m gonna die of worry before my time if you keep doing shit like this, seriously.”

Yoongi was definitely not angry anymore. You could tell by the slight smile at the corner of his lips, or maybe by the way he pulled you close before finally letting go. Nevertheless, before exiting the room to go back to his seat, in the audience, where he should be, he warned you one last time about being careful and drink some water. You knew, however, the man in charge of closing the door was about to spend a really bad moment once Yoongi find him.

In the meantime, you’re fine and that’s all that counts. Luckily enough, there was more fear than pain.  

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Thank u bby!!! Hope you enjoyed this one <3 

- Nageoire 

[moodymidnightkitten]

Blueberry: The Ending

A/N: I’ve been writing this series on and off since May 2020, and it has surely become one of my favorites, one that cannot be compared to really anything else I’ve written, which is a lot for me to say. I cried the night after I wrote this, I didn’t want to end this, but I felt like I kept reaching for things to keep it going but I knew I couldn’t. So I’m hoping there is at least one other person who feels the same towards this series. But for everyone who binge read this series, welcome! 

w/c:1840

Pairing: Tenko Shimura/ Tomura Shigaraki x reader 

Genre: Angst -> a holy amount of fluff 

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You sat there as Tenko talked for what felt like hours. But it seemed the more he talked the more your mind lagged trying to keep up with everything he was telling you. Your eyes were blank, at some point you stopped hearing what he was saying and could only hear your own thoughts running in your mind. “Does this really change anything?” You thought to yourself. 

“Are you okay, y/n?” you heard a muffled voice next to you, and then felt a hand on your arm. 

“Y/n?” You shook your head a bit to bring yourself down to this reality and look at Tenko who had his eyes on you attentively. For a major villain like him to look at you as though he was concerned how you felt over him pulled at the few heart strings to spare in this situation. 

“Hmm? I’m okay given the position I’m in, if that makes you feel better.” You said looking up at the ceiling. 

“It’s difficult processing everything, I’m laying next to a massive villain sitting by my side, I even invited you into my house, did you not tell me because you’re afraid? Or did you have enough cockiness to convince yourself I would never find out?” You spit out, more aggressively than you meant to. 

“I understand, but please, do try and think about it, you’ve got some time before you should go anywhere anyways,” he brushed your hair back on your head and looked into your eyes. You could see concern and worry paint his eyes. It made you feel worse. 

“I will, I promise, pinky promise even,” you said holding your hand up, pinky out, so he wrapped his with yours and you could see a small smile form onto his face. He got up from his seat after a few seconds of silence, kissed your forehead and left the room. Leaving you with silence and the sunlight peering in on a day coming to an end. 

After a while your stomach rumbled, god, when was the last time you even ate. You slowly got up, putting your hand on your healing wound as you stood up, getting used to the numbing pain in your side, opening the door you couldn’t see anyone but you could hear talking down the hall from an illuminated room, it sounded as though there were about three or four voices enjoying conversation. You were a tad scared to be in a new place with really only somewhat knowing two people, but if they wanted to harm you, they would’ve already. But from what Tenko has informed you, they dared not even try due to repercussions on his end. 

You looked around, darting your eyes to every corner of the room to get a feel for who was around you. On the couch laid ‘Burn ward’ and sitting at a bar stool, twirling a knife under her finger was a blonde girl you’ve yet to meet, standing behind the bar is a black cloud looking man, odd, but okay and the last person you spot is a man in a black and white, skin tight suit sitting next to the blonde girl. 

“Oh y/n, I was wondering when you’d come out of your cell,” joked burn ward from the couch, being the first person to take note of your presence in the room. And the next thing you knew, all eyes were now on you. 

“Haha, yeah, u-uhm I don’t think I ever really got anyone's names..” You said shyly. looking around at everyone. Burn ward was again the first person to respond. 

“My name is Dabi, over there is Twice, in the suit, the blonde freak is Toga and the cloud man is Kurogiri.” He said waving his arm to his fellow compatriots. You waved at everyone, but could see Toga beaming a smile in your direction, in a flash running over to you. 

“Are you okay y’n??” She asked, voice full of genuine concern, circling you, making sure for herself, from what she could see, that you were fine. 

“Thank you Toga, but I’m okay, just hungry, I feel as though I haven’t eaten in awhile, so I was wondering if there were any of my things around, I think I’m feeling fine enough to go home,” you said quietly, you weren’t fine enough for the journey but the space away from here would be best. You winced as you gave out a fake chuckle, causing your side to burn but you just grinned and beared it for the time being. Kurogiri looked towards you, putting down the glass he was cleaning. 

“Yes, we have your things, but are you sure you’re fine enough to get yourself home, would you like Shigaraki to accompany you, this, to say, is not the best neighborhood,” he said, pulling a box from behind the counter. 

“That’s a lot to say, but I appreciate it, I should be fine,” you said walking over and grabbing your things. 

“Here, I’ll join you,” Dabi said, dramatically rolling himself off the couch he was just residing.

“Oh, you really don’t have to do that-” before you could say anything else Dabi already grabbed the rest of your things and was walking towards the exit. In which you followed suit after saying goodbye and thanking everyone for their hospitality. 

You were half way down the street when Dabi started a conversation with you. 

“So, does Crusty know you made the decision to leave?” he asked. 

“No, I was just hoping to get some space to genuinely just think, I really would enjoy venting but I don’t know your relationship with him, so I’m afraid of what to say,” you said, looking to him and looking back down at the ground. 

“We’re not friends, if that's what you’re thinking y/n,” 

“Well that’s good to know, then would you say I could talk to you, because after this conversation, I don’t imagine I’ll find myself able to really have this conversation with anyone else,” you looked at him, the pain from the reality to the physical pain you feel had tears swelling in your eyes. Dabi just nodded at you, taking the rest of your things as you began to just let everything out. And it was nice, but you felt like such a hypocrite for not being open with Tenko but being open with another villain. But you only really felt this way because Dabi never hid who he was to you. But you also never really got the chance with him like you did Tenko. 

Before you knew it you were in front of the doors of the pharmacy, Dabi looked at you confused for a moment but then his confusion was answered when you explained that you live above the pharmacy. 

“Would you like me to stay the night in case he comes over in a rage?” Dabi asked sincerely, and honestly at this point that was probably for the best, you would most certainly feel better sleeping having someone here who knew Tenko more than you did. 

“Honestly, I really would appreciate that, just in case he’s mad I left without him knowing,” you gave a small smile to him and you two both walked in and into your apartment. 

“Are you hungry? Do you need a shower at all? I can cook while you shower, because no offense, you look like you could use one,” you said, over the course of the whole walk you’ve become comfortable with Dabi, like you’ve been friends for a long time. 

“Hey I even have some mens clothes you can use, which I only have because they are baggy and comfortable!” you didn’t need to explain yourself but it got you a chuckle from Dabi. 

“Ugh, that would be great,” he exclaimed. So after carefully pulling out ingredients you two walked into your room as you threw him sweats and a tee, eventually leading him to the bathroom. 

“I’m going to make ramen, enjoy your shower!” you said leaving him at the bathroom and walking back to the kitchen. 

The rest of the night was really nice, it was as if nothing bad happened over the course of the past couple of days, but you were on edge for most of the night, but nothing came, Tenko didn’t come, he didn’t even text you. 

“I think I’m going to call it a night,” you said, yawning, getting up from the couch where you sat next to Dabi. 

“Alrighty, sweet dreams dollface, see you in the morning!” He yelled to you as you walked into your room and shut the door. 

You woke up to the smell of breakfast, and it smelled absolutely wonderful. What you didn’t expect though was to find Tenko, who you struggled to fall asleep over last night, but not because you were scared, but because you began to miss the man you’ve come to adore so much. He was cooking breakfast as Dabi laid on the couch watching TV quietly. 

“Tenko…” you said quietly. Right then he turned around to look at you, and you could just see it in his eyes, the way they sparkled with excitement and were a bit puffy, as though he was crying? Which was only questionable because he didn’t seem to be the type to cry over trivial matters given the fact that he’s the leader of the League of Villains. 

“Y/n…” he said, carefully turning down the stove and putting the spatula on the counter, slowly making his way over to you and when he did he grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you with such a passion you never knew existed. 

“I was absolutely sick to my stomach last night after hearing that you left, and I wanted to chase after you, especially knowing Burn Ward helped you home, but at least I knew you were safe...I’m even sorry I’m here now, and i know we’re still getting to know each other, but you being gone solidified everything I’ve been thinking about you-” his voice cracked with emotion. 

“I like you y/n, and I know I’m this big and bad evil guy but I want you..” he continued on, holding you as tight as he could, you could feel tears well up in your eyes again. 

“Tenko, I like you too, I lost sleep all night last night thinking about everything and I don’t want to lose this, lose you..” you kissed him, eventually putting your foreheads together and just standing there basking in the smell of breakfast and the feel of the morning sun, completely forgetting Dabi on the couch. 

“I know, everything I do is dangerous, but I know having you around I’ll be able to keep you genuinely safe now that you know everything, so please, stay with me…?” He asked, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes. 

“Tenko, I promise-” you said holding out your pinky,

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be..”