#she genuinely looked like she was fighting back tears when she announced it

[fantasticalleigh]

MAMI YOU'LL ALWAYS BE MY CHAMPION NO MATTER WHAT<3

[leascorner]

b.b. | With child

Summary: He was so absorbed by his own created misery; he hadn’t actually thought about what you could be thinking. How hard was it for you to congratulate all of your friends on their pregnancy, to watch over all of his nieces and nephews? It was all within easy reach and never really yours.

Pairing:  Benedict Bridgerton x f!reader

Warnings: angst ('cause I can't write anything else), alluding to sex (no description whatsoever), discussions around pregnancy, pregnancy, mention of alcohol.

Words Count: 2.1k

Author's Notes: Had this in the work for the longest time. I was actually thinking to publish it for his season (#4 I hope!). But we got new stills of Season 3 and it's nearly Valentine's Day so... Enjoy!

“Are you-” you asked when you noticed your sister-in-law had let her glass of wine and her plate untouched.

Your words stayed lost on your tongue, yet Daphne, sat in front of Benedict and next to you, knew exactly what you were about and nodded slightly, tears in her eyes. You let out a small cry of excitement and leant in to hug her. While you wore the most delighted expression, Benedict’s heart sunk a little at the news.

His sister was with child. Again. She was the second women of his family to be expecting this year, while he had yet an exciting news to share himself.

You both had wed a little over than a year and a half ago now and were yet to be blessed with a child. You were doing your best, of course, but none your efforts had been fruitful so far. Benedict did not mind; he had waited his whole life to meet you, he definitely could wait a little bit longer.

He did not mind, or so he thought…

Tonight, he thought life was particularly unfair to him. Every pregnancy announcement was only nourishing this harrowing feeling in his chest. All he could feel was his siblings’ bliss and it made him sick to the stomach. Yes, he was sick with jealousy - and ultimately selfish. He just couldn’t wait to feel your belly growing, to hold your children, to watch them playing around with their cousins, for them to grow older and become adults themselves. Just this simple thought made his very own heart felt extremely heavy.

Politely and quietly, he raised his glass wishing his sister a healthy pregnancy, before drinking away his sorrow.

The ride home that night was particularly quiet.

Silence had never been a thing between the two of you. Benedict was usually the most talkative, telling you about his days, about whatever painting he was going to paint, about that book he had been reading. You would listen, looking back at him with your big bright eyes and a soft smile onto your lips. Other times, he would watch you pacing back and forth in his study while passionately debating about politics. He would be drawing imaginary circles on your soft skin as you were lying in bed, you telling him about another one of your days chaperoning one of his sisters. He would listen to your laugh at one of his jokes. Even your fights would be followed by soft apologies, quiet words, whimpers, and love.

On the contrary, that night, the air was thick with something he couldn’t quite describe, and the coach was wrapped up in dark clouds, a genuine storm in the awakening. Sat on the opposite side, you were looking through the window, your face only light up by the few shines of the full moon. Benedict was so focused on his own thought that he didn’t realize you hadn’t had a word for the rest of the night.

He was so absorbed by his own created misery; he hadn’t actually thought about what you could be thinking. How hard was it for you to congratulate all of your friends on their pregnancy, to watch over all of his nieces and nephews? It was all within easy reach and never really yours. It only made him angrier at the entire world. Why couldn’t they let you live this as well?

He would have liked to discuss this with you - his regrets, his hope - but he was too afraid you would realize what a failure he was. How disappointed with him you were. How you would hate him for not being able to offer you this. So, he sat back in his seat and watched out of his own window.

When the coach stopped in front of your residence, Benedict got out first, offering his hand to help you getting down the small step like he always did. You smiled at him, thanking him politely, and let go of his hand as soon as your two feet were on the ground. It didn’t mean anything, he tried to reassure himself, you needed both of your hands to grab the tissue of your dress to prevent the hem from getting wet and dirty. Yet, he couldn’t help the sharp pain in his chest.

Silently, he followed you inside, hat in his hands, jaw locked. You were welcomed as usual by your housemaid, who got both of your coats and stayed there, in the uncomfortable silence, arms full, waiting for one of you to dismiss her. As you took off your gloves and didn’t dare look at Benedict, he nodded sharply to let her know she could go and watched her somehow disappear in an instant.

Suddenly, it was only the two of you again and it was all too much for him. He couldn’t breathe properly; his chest being crushed by the invisible weight of his sorrow. He couldn’t bare staying with you one more second. He needed to get out of here.

“Good night,” he said firmly, before walking to his study.

Would he have looked back he would have seen you watching him disappear in the corridor. You, all alone in the middle of the hall, arms dangling. He would have seen the frown on your face and the hurt in your eyes. Would he have looked back he would have run back to your side. Instead, he did none of that. He continued marching, head up high, trying to escape his own misery.

You sighed before turning in the opposite direction and to your shared bedroom.

Benedict went to bed less than an hour after you.

He had been haunted by guilt as soon as he had reached his study, sadness evaporating once he had stepped inside the room. Instead of turning back and chasing after you, he had tried to put his head in order. He then had tried painting whatever he was feeling, but he could only stay in front of his white canvas, terrified of laying his brush on the cotton. He had tried writing it, but he couldn’t concentrate enough; his thoughts always drifting to you, alone in your bedroom. He had then settled on having a drink to wait long enough for you to fall asleep before he could go to bed - his other option would have been to sleep in his study if he got too drunk, which he did not.

He had thought long about the whole situation. It wasn’t like you were not trying. Sometimes, even with doing the right things, it didn’t happen. He would need to accept this. And he couldn’t continue being a terrible husband. It wasn’t your fault; it wasn’t anybody’s fault actually. What he knew more than anything though was that he loved you. Whatever would happen, he could not afford to lose you.

He had decided he would come clean tomorrow, but for now, he only wanted to sleep with you by his side.

In the dark of your room, Benedict undressed and lied besides you as silently as possible.

All he could hear was your uneven breathing; whatever dream you were having did not seem to be pleasant. He reached out to your arm, hoping that you could feel his presence through his touch and know he would always be there for you.

It wasn’t until your body was rocked by a hiccup that he understood that you were not having a bad dream, you were crying.

“Y/N?” he asked, lying on his side to face your back.

“I am so sorry,” your voice was only a whisper.

He gently made you roll on your side. Even in the dark, his right hand was able to find your face and his thumb to rub the tears away. Before he could ask what was wrong, you spoke:

“I am so-” You chocked on – yet – another sob and it took you a couple of seconds to even out your breathing so you could speak properly: “So sorry- for not being able to get you- get you what you ever wanted.”

“My love,” he sighed, grabbing the back of your neck to bring you closer. Instinctively, you hide your face in his chest, and he started stroking your hair to try and calm you. “My love, do not ever feel guilty on this.”

“I have tried every tea, every method that is supposed to help,” you cried some more.

It broke his heart to realize the burden on your heart - of course, if he was feeling it, you would have too. He finally understood how selfish he had been, how centred on his own pain he was and so oblivious to yours. It had never been a subject between the two of you, but it was slowly crushing you both.

“My love, this is not your fault.”

“You don’t see the pity in their eyes. You don’t hear them whisper.” You sniffled against his chest, arms wrapped around his waist. “We are even blessed Lady Whistletown has not written about us.” He heard the frustration in your voice and the ton of it made him understand how you had tried to suppress the guilt but failed. It pained him that out of all of this, it was you who were the one being charged guilty by everyone - you included. As if you couldn’t imagine it being his own fault. As if you couldn’t imagine it being anyone’s fault but yours.

“Perhaps, I-” he stopped, running a hand through his hair out of frustration. “I drink loads of Colin’s stupid tea; I paint with all sorts of chemicals substance. Perhaps, I can’t-”

“Ben, of course, no!”        

“Perhaps we won’t ever-” he confessed, but he couldn’t even say it out loud. It was all too much.

You moved against him, and he felt both of your hands grabbing his face, your forehead resting again his. He felt your hot breath against his skin, and he hugged you tighter, crushing your bones, making sure you were close.

He had you, he kept repeating himself. It was all that mattered. Of course, it was a dear wish of his to see mini versions of yourselves running around, but not at all costs. He wasn’t willing to sacrifice what you both had, right here, right now.

“We are both healthy, it is more than all I could ever wish for.”

“Will this ever be enough for you, though?” you asked so quietly he nearly did not hear you.

Benedict frowned. Was it really what you thought? That he would leave you? That your own self was not enough for him? He had been an even more terrible husband he had thought to lead you thinking this. He had failed you on so many levels.

“I was so absorbed by my own desire of having my own family,” he whispered back like he was telling you a secret, “I never asked if you also desire to have children of your own.”

“Ben, of course, I want your children!”

Benedict wanted to express how grateful he was to have you in his life, but no words came to his mind at that moment. He only reached out to your lips, trying to express how much he loved you.

If he could not tell you, he could still show you…

Hours later, while you were lying in bed, your head on Benedict’s chest, his left hand drawing invisible love words on your back and the other holding you close, he thought that there was nothing else he would like to do than stay with you, like this, forever.

“We should just take some time away from here.”

“What do you mean? The season only began-”

“To hell with worldliness. Some time away, just the two of us.” The sun was slowly peeking through the blinds, its yellow light was painting on your naked skin a glowy spectrum. “I heard South of France is particularly beautiful, this time of the year.”

Your chin on his chest, you looked back at him, eyes bright. He was looking at you the same way you had catch him do a million time: a soft smile on his lips, his eyes filled of this spark, shinning only for you. You didn’t care how beautiful France would be, he was the most beautiful view you had ever laid eyes on.

His hand brushed some hair out of your face, and you grabbed it to kiss his knuckles.

“France, it is then.”

Little did you know, you would be coming back home a few months later, bearing your own little miracle.

One of the many to come.

[margotw10bis]

Pretty Baby.KNJ [m]

sugardaddy!namjoon x sugarbaby!reader

Genre: smut; short-story

Words: 4.9k

Synopsis: Namjoon is your sugar daddy. However, you can't deny how your heart is jumping in your chest when he calls you his "pretty baby"…

Warnings: rough sex; unprotected sex; anal sex; first anal; oral sex (f. receiving); Namjoon is huge 😳; he loves ass; use of "daddy"

1 → 2 → 3 (Bonus : Memories ; Doubts & Possibilities)

What just happened? Namjoon is so shocked about your demand that he just stays still for several minutes. He has never imagined, in a thousand years, that you, his pretty baby, would put an end at your relationship like that. Were there signs he didn't see? Were you unhappy? He genuinely thought that you liked spending time with him, especially since he started to make efforts to know you better. He even thought that you liked him. But you obviously don't.

He wanted to tell you to change your mind, to think about it, that he could change if you wanted him to, but it would have been selfish. It was already too damn selfish willing to keep you for himself when he was fucking other girls — even if he doesn't anymore.

He thought that something changed the last time you two had sex. It was different, more real. Did he imagine everything? It looks like it since you just stepped out of his office after throwing a bomb at him. Fuck. But then, why would you look so sad? Everything is messed up in his head, he can't think straight.

More than the surprise caused by your announcement, Namjoon feels something truly unpleasant in his chest and he wishes it was just his ego. But it's not. He knows damn well it's his heart. Once again: fuck.

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"I don't understand you, honestly" Jimin sighs

Yeah, you neither. You regret so, so much what you did yesterday. You clearly let Lisa messing up with your brain. You should have trusted Namjoon rather than her. You were so afraid of being hurt that you pushed him away and you hurt yourself instead. That's fucking stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

"I don't need you to tell me I've fucked up, Jimin. I need you as my best friend to support me and tell me everything is going to be fine" You say with a shaky voice, ready to start crying, again

"Come here" He whispers to hug you and rub your back

"Can I stay here tonight?"

"Of course you can. We are going to watch your favorite show on Netflix and eat some pizzas. How does it sound?"

You look at your best friend and feel so damn lucky to have him. You rub your eyes to get rid off the last tears and get the TV remote.

In another part of the town, Namjoon opens the door of the apartment. Your apartment. He can't just give up like that, without even fighting. But the place is desperately empty. No lights on, no noise. You are simply not here. He still has a ridiculous slight hope when he opens the door of your bedroom. Yet, your face is no where to be seen. Namjoon's heart squeezes. Where the fuck are you?

He is not sure you will show up tonight so he decides to leave and go meet his parents. Maybe he could use some advices from a 40-year married couple.

Namjoon's mom is super excited to see her busy son. It's pretty rare he comes eat with them. But her smiles fades when she notices the look on his face. He looks tired and sad. Defeated. It breaks her heart to see him like this.

They sit in the comfortable and huge sofas of the living room. Every single furniture of their mammoth house is expensive. Namjoon's parents love buying costly things but also giving their money to people who need it. Maybe that's why Namjoon doesn't have any problem with spoiling his sugar babies.

"Can I ask you guys something?" He asks, unsure

"Of course, honey" His mom says

"How did you become a couple? Was it easy?"

His parents share a glance, half surprised half amused. Namjoon has never wanted to hear about love before.

"It was certainly not easy" His dad starts "Your mom is pretty stubborn. I gave her many presents, expensive jewelries and so on. But she didn't care at all. I honestly thought she wasn't interested"

"I didn't care about the money. I cared about him and his feelings. You know, love is not just words but acts too. However, the acts don't have to take the material form of gifts" The woman continues

"So how?" Namjoon asks

"Spending time with each other. Small acts of consideration. Actually, the best acts of love are the simplest ones because they show how sincere you are and that you care about the small details" Her mom answers

Namjoon takes a few moments to think about it. He has shown his affection with presents. Expensive ones, even. But you, you are full of those simple acts of consideration his mom is describing. You made sure he wasn't tired or that he ate well. You changed your shampoo when you noticed Namjoon's scrunched nose at the smell of it even if he didn't say anything about not liking it. You distracted him with a mind-blowing blowjob on the day he lost a huge contract. Fuck, everything you have done the past few months was little acts that made him slowly fall in love with you. But maybe you didn't think Namjoon cared about you too.

"Is this about the girl from the mall?" Namjoon's mom asks carefully

"Yeah, but I'm not sure she really wants to be with me" He replies honestly

"I think she does. The look she was giving you, it doesn't lie, honey"

Those words are what Namjoon needed. Now, he has to find a way to see you again.

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You have thought about it all day. Should you? It's Namjoon's birthday and you were invited by his mom. But it's also true that you told him you wanted to end things... However, you miss him so bad and it has only been five days.

You check yourself in the mirror. Yes, you have thought about not going but you have still gotten ready. Your heart beats so loud that you wonder how it is not showing through the soft material of your white silk dress — great metaphor of your willing to go back from the start and start on a new page.

It's Namjoon's birthday. And you miss him. And you love him. The only thing holding you back is you and your fear of being hurt. Are going to stay alone your entire life because of that? That would be so pathetic. Fuck, Namjoon gave you so much confidence, where did it go? You would be so disappointed in yourself if you don't at least try. So you fix your mascara for the last time and head to Namjoon's party.

The house is way bigger than you thought, especially because it's in Seoul center. You can't imagine the price of it. You knock on the front door and a fucking butler invites you inside. You are stressed, you can feel your hands shaking. Thankfully, there are no too many people — you guess just family and close friends. That makes you wonder what you are doing here. Everyone is so elegant and, even if you have put on one of your most beautiful dresses, you don't seem to belong here.

"Boring party, isn't it?"

You jolt as a male voice whispers in your ear. You turn your head and meet some very handsome man. He could easy be elected World Wide Handsome. His brown hair looks smooth and his eyes are sparkling with playfulness. Let's not talk about his juicy and plump lips. Fuck, every women must be jealous of it.

On the other side, the stranger is quite amused by your shyness. He also wonders what such a pretty girl is doing it. If his friend Namjoon has you as a friend, Seokjin would be upset and disappointed that he didn't introduce you to him before. Yes, the man is a womanizer but a very picky one: he seems to date only the most beautiful women.

"I'm Seokjin by the way"

"Y/N" You reply, shyly

Seokjin's eyes widen. Are you Y/N? Like the woman his friend can't shut up about lately? Oh, things are about to get interesting... Now he understands Namjoon. You look very pretty in that dress, almost a sexy version of a cute bride. Yep, Namjoon will go crazy when he sees you and the slight shadow of your nipples through the thin and smooth fabric. But for now, he is not here and Seokjin is a flirt.

"I'm honored to meet the most beautiful woman of the night" He says with a seductive tone

You don't really know what to say so you just thank him. Is he flirting? Oh my god, how are you going to escape him?

"It's the glass I wanted to bring to my friend but I rather offer it to a pretty girl" He continues, handing you a glass of champagne

You take it. You need alcohol to gather your courage, especially if Namjoon tells you to go fuck yourself after what happened in his office. You drink the glass one shot.

"Well! You go faster than Dom Toretto!" Seokjin jokes, laughing so loud than a few people turn toward you

His laugh also attracts Namjoon's eye. However, he doesn't see his friend. The only thing that seems to be visible to him is you. You came. And you look so fucking gorgeous. Namjoon recognizes the silk dress, it was his birthday gift for you. It looks so good on you that Namjoon's brain starts picturing you in all kinds of situations — both with and without the dress on. He wonders if it's the kind of dress you would wear for your wedding day. And after your marriage, what you would look like with a baby in your belly, his baby. How proud he would be to have you by his side and how everyone could see you belong to him.

Okay, his brain is definitely sick because those are ridiculous thoughts. You said you didn't want this relationship with him. But, what are you doing here?

Namjoon walks toward you and your heart stops when you see him. He is the definition of handsomeness. And he is wearing a fucking black — Prada it seems — suit with a white shirt. It's the look you prefer on him. This is torture for you, especially if it's the last time you see him.

"Hi" You almost whisper

"Hi" His voice is neutral and you don't know if it's a good thing "Can I talk to you, in private?"

You gulp and nod. Fuck, you are stressing so much. He invites you to follow him and he leads you to his bedroom. A huge place actually with not only a king size bed but also a sofa and a large bookshelf. All the furnitures are matching, even the pattern of the fabric. The color scheme, warm beige with hints of green here and there, is soothing — something you really appreciate right now.

There are so many things you want to say but nothing seems to form on your tongue. You can't look at him. You are so overwhelmed by your feelings that you could cry.

"I'm surprised you're here" Namjoon says

There is no reproach in his voice, he is just sincerely surprised. You can understand. But is it a good or a bad thing?

"I can leave if you want"

'But please don't say you want me to leave' You pray internally

"No, I'm actually glad you're here"

Your heart does a backflip in your chest and you look at him with hope.

"I'm so sorry for what I've said" You say as you are gathering all your courage "I don't want to end the contract"

"But I do"

Your whole body freezes. Your heart stops too, in a painful way. It hurts so bad, like your soul is torn apart. So that's it. It's the end for Namjoon and you. Fuck, you wish you could go back and never went to his office. You would do anything to go back in time.

A breathless 'Oh' leaves your lips, like you have received an uppercut in the stomach — well, it's pretty much what you feel.

Namjoon gets closer and notices your eyes watering. Words are not enough to express what he is feeling so he does what he does best. He captures your lips and kisses you deeply. You moan both in surprise and pleasure. You don't know what the kiss means but you are ready to take whatever he is giving to you if it's the last time you see him.

Namjoon wraps his arms around your small frame. The silk of the dress is so smooth under the tip of his fingers, but not as smooth as your skin. His hands go down and find your ass. He makes sure to lift the fabric and digs his palms into the flesh of your asscheeks. The cold air on your hot skin makes you gasp in pleasure. He growls as he missed it so much.

You pull him closer by grabbing the back of his neck. His lips travel down your jaw and then to the thin skin of your throat. His wet kisses make you shiver and create a pool of arousal between your legs, especially when Namjoon sucks on your skin. A reddish mark adores your neck. Namjoon smiles at it. You are so beautiful, you can't go out without a stamp of him.

Namjoon doesn't stop. He firmly grabs your ass and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his torso and secure your arms around his large shoulders. You are now higher than him and it gives him the opportunity to dig his face into your breasts. He messily kisses your boobs and captures your harden nipples with his teeth through the fabric of the dress. Namjoon smirks when he notices you don't wear a bra and bites your nipple a little harder, making you whimper. Your head rolls back and you arch your back to give him a better access.

Your soaked pussy also needs friction so you start grinding on his abs. You need him so bad. You are stressed and horny when you think about what you are going to do.

Namjoon walks to his bed and sits on it, you still inside his arms. The new position makes it easier for you to grind on his lap. You can clearly feel his hard-on against your clothed cunt. You tug on his hair to access his lips and you kiss him like there is no tomorrow.

"Damn, baby, you're on fire" He jokes against your lips

"I want you" You moan, there is no better way to say the truth

You pull off and stand up between his muscled legs. You can see lust in Namjoon's brown eyes but also some affection in them. It gives you confidence to carry on. You take off your dress and the sight of your body almost completely bare makes Namjoon's cock twitch in his pants. He can't help but caress himself through the fabric, and his dick gets even harder. You slid down your ridiculously small and wet panties to stand entirely exposed in front of him. You finally take off your heels, your feet thanking you for that. You feel fragile but also proud to have the courage to completely give yourself to the man you love. You will have nothing to regret, even if tonight is the last night you'll ever spend together.

Your breathe is shaky and your hands are sweaty. Fuck, stress makes your legs weak but you have made up your mind way before entering Namjoon's parents' house. You are prepared, both mentally and physically for what is coming. You now have to trust yourself and Namjoon. You turn around and give Namjoon a perfect view of your ass he loves so much. You slightly bend over so he can see both your holes. Your pussy is so wet that Namjoon's breathe on it makes you clench.

"Fuck, baby" Namjoon whispers as it was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen

"It's your birthday present" You say shyly

Namjoon is taken aback. Is it what he is thinking about?

"What do you mean?" He asks, clearing his throat — he wants to be sure he is not over-interpreting

You take a deep breathe and reply.

"You can have my ass tonight"

It's like a dream came true for Namjoon. He has been dreaming about it for months. Your perfect ass. He wanted to stretch it every time he squeezed your cheeks. It must be so fucking tight. Just thinking he will finally be able to dive in it could be enough to make him cum in his pants.

He doesn't waste any time and starts licking your glistening pussy. You moan about how starved he looks. He is literally making out with your pussy and it's so fucking hot. His tongue rolls on your clit, then digs in your entrance to go back to your clit again. It's so good that your legs quiver. At some point, Namjoon takes a fat licking from your sensitive bud to your pussy entrance but continues higher to your other hole.

You whimper as Namjoon takes big laps of it. The new sensation is beyond words. You feel way more sensitive. You have to grab his hair behind you when he enters your pussy with two fingers, still wetting your puckered hole. Namjoon's face is so deep between your asscheeks that it's scandalous but fuck it feels good.

He leaves your hole one second to bite on the flesh of your perfect ass. His fingers pumping into your dripping cunt are delightful, especially when he goes deep and fast, making your legs weak. You can feel some arousal going down your inner thighs.

"Keep going, I'm gonna cum" You moan

Seeing you liking it makes Namjoon so fucking happy. He could eat your ass all day. Your hole is damn soaked right now and Namjoon starts entering it with his tongue. You're so sensitive, you're not sure to can handle it. Namjoon speeds it pace in your pussy and you almost scream. You tighten your fingers in his hair, bringing him deeper against your ass and he growls. Your pussy clenches and Namjoon digs his tongue further in your hole, almost not able to breathe. You know how sinful you look but fuck, Namjoon is tonguing your ass. The wave of bliss you know well in growing inside you but there is something different, something that makes it more powerful and your teased area is more sensitive. You can't hold any longer and you cum on his face and fingers. Choked screams of his name escape from your lips. Namjoon grabs you in his arms to prevent you from falling.

He puts you on his bed delicately as you're coming back down to Earth. He lets you rest a little and take off his clothes.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asks you, kissing your lips tenderly

"Yes, just be gentle" You say

You are crushing everything in him right now. The trust you put in him doesn't only fill his pride but also his heart. He promises: he is going to fuck your ass so good that you won't ever want him to stop.

"Tell me if you want to stop, okay baby?"

He kisses your forehead and spoons you. You feel his large and buff chest against your back but the way he holds you is so sweet that you push your ass closer to his cock with an urged need of feeling him. He places your upper leg a little forward to have a better access to your ass. He also makes sure to bring a good amount of your juices to your hole and to his large cock to lube them.

"I'm going to stretch you a little, I don't want to break you" He whispers in your ears "Yet" He adds playfully to make you laugh

Namjoon slowly pushes one finger in your so tight hole and you gasp. You hold on his other arm wrapped around your waist. He softly starts back and forth moves. It hurts a little but it's also so fucking good.

"Try to relax, it will hurt less" Namjoon says as he pecks your shoulder

You do as he says and you notice how easier it makes for him to finger you. He adds other finger and you almost cum instantly. Fuck, it's so good. You can't even describe how it feels. It's like you can feel him better, deeper. All the sensations are increased.

Namjoon enhances his pace when he sees you feeling more pleasure. He can't wait to put his dick in and to make you cum all over it. Your tight hole is going to feel so good around his length.

"Fuck, I need your cock"

Namjoon is beyond happy to fulfill your wish. He pulls off his fingers and grabs his cock. You feel his tip slightly entering your pussy to gather some of your arousal and then going up to your ass. He pushes to enter you but he is so fucking big.

"Come on, baby, I know you can take it" Namjoon encourages you

You gasp as his tip is inside you. You feel so fucking stretched. Pleasure and pain have never been this connected. You dig your nails deep inside his forearm but he doesn't care: you are fucking taking his cock in your fucking ass. Namjoon caresses your stomach to soothe the pain and keeps kissing your shoulder. He is so gentle you could die.

"Are you okay?"

You nod and Namjoon pushes deeper. You feel every single inch entering you and stretching you. You know he is not entirely in you but you're not sure to take more of him. Namjoon seems to feel it and he slowly pulls over, not completely, to push inside again. You start moaning, louder and louder as Namjoon pounds faster. The pain is still here but the pleasure... Oh god, it's beyond words.

"Fuck, Joonie" You moan as he enters your hole deeper

"You're doing great, baby. It's the best birthday present ever"

He grabs your asscheek and squeezes it hard. He spreads it to look at his dick fucking your ass. Feeling your very tight hole stretched by his huge cock is delightful. Especially when he is the first one. The thought makes his dick twitch inside your ass. He enhances the pace a little when he sees you relaxing and having pleasure. He feels so proud of it, that his cock provides you pleasure. That his cock is fucking your ass. He growls when he realizes it.

"You're so fucking perfect. Your ass feels so good"

The bliss is driving him crazy. He could fuck you so rough that you wouldn't be able to walk for days. But it's your first anal, he can't just destroy you. He grabs your chin to kiss you. Your hand reaches the back of his head. He gives you one hard dick stroke, making you scream his name. You don't even care that other people in the house hear you.

"That's it, scream my name, baby. Tell everyone who fucks you good"

"It's you, Namjoon" You moan loudly

He starts pounding pretty hard and fast in your ass and you're on the edge. Namjoon captures your throat with his large palm. He is almost entirely inside your ass and you feel him so deep. You have never felt so full. You start feeling a huge orgasm building inside you, despite your empty and clenching pussy.

"My pretty baby" He moans when sounds of skins clapping starts filling the room

You're so close to cum. Namjoon looks at your perfect ass taking his cock. Your cheeks get spanked by his thighs and abs every single time. He is not as gentle as at the beginning but he can't hold himself, especially when he notices how fucked up you look. You love his dick in your ass, he can feel it. He swears, he is going to fuck your perfect little ass harder the next time and you will beg for more. The show is so sinful that it spurs Namjoon to push deeper inside your ass, now entirely. He doesn't even know how you manage to take his dick in your tight hole but one thing is sure: you do and you do it fucking well.

"Oh, fuck!" You hiss "I gonna cum"

Namjoon smirks and slaps the side of your ass. You feel your empty pussy clenching. He seems to hear your silent prayers and the hand around your waist goes South to slide two fingers into your cunt, making you groan loudly. You feel so full of him that you can't help tightening your holes. Namjoon is fucking your ass so good. He hides his face in the crook of your neck and hugs you tighter in his arms as he pounds you deeper.

"Cum for me, baby" He whispers, almost begging you as he feels he won't last long

Your hole is too tight and it feels too good to have you in his arms. It feels so good to see how much you trust him — you let him fuck your ass for god's sake!

"Yes, yes!" You scream, loosing your mind over the pleasure

"Fuck, I love your ass" He growls, the vibration echoing into your core

You can't hold on any longer and you cum hard on his cock and his fingers buried deep in your pussy, almost crying of how huge is the wave of pleasure washing over you. You mumble some words you don't even know as you are high. So high, way beyond clouds.

Namjoon pounds a few more times into your tight ass and releases his cum inside. He hugs you so tight, leaving your pussy empty again but still inside your ass, like he is afraid you vanish.

You two stay like that a moment. You can't believe Namjoon just fucked you ass. You also can't believe how much you liked it. You almost fall asleep, you don't want to leave his embrace. You feel good, peaceful. You hum in content and scoot closer into his chest.

"Did you mean it?" He asks suddenly

"What?"

"That you love me"

Your body tenses and your eyes open wide. What? How does he know? You pull over, running at the opposite side of the huge bed. You try to cover your naked body with your hands. You look so panicked, almost terrified.

"It's okay if you didn't mean it" Namjoon reassures you, even though it breaks his heart to see how you are reacting right now

Did you just confessed your love while you were having an orgasm? Well, the best orgasm ever, but still. You're so ashamed. You didn't want to tell him like that. Fuck, when you tell Jimin you said 'I love you' to Namjoon while his dick was in your ass, he is going to laugh so loud...

You are ready to deny it but when you see Namjoon's face, you can't lie. You do love him. You can't keep being a coward and lying to Namjoon and to yourself.

"I meant it. I love you, Namjoon" You confess in a whisper

The silence is killing you. Especially when it's the exact moment you brain chooses to remind you that Namjoon said he wanted to end the contract too.

"That's a good thing" He says, surprising you "Because I love you too"

He gets closer to you and caresses your cheeks. Okay, you have always loved how kind he was after sex but the way he is looking at you right now, it make your heart melt so much it hurts. You can't help kissing him. Namjoon chuckles against your mouth and hugs you tighter. Honestly, he could fuck you again. No, he could make love to you.

"Say it again" You ask

"I love you"

His bright smile with his dimples brings so much happiness to you. Is it possible to die over joy? Because you could right now.

"Okay, there is no contract anymore but I'm not gonna lie, you're still my pretty baby"

You giggle.

"I have to tell you something" You say, pricking his curiosity "I'm jealous so don't you dare having another baby"

"I'm all yours" He reassures you

Like you said, Namjoon has always been honest with you. So you believe him when he says there is nobody else.

"I think we should go back to the party. I can't not showing at my own birthday"

You nod but wince when you sit.

"Are you okay?" Namjoon asks, worried

"Yes, it just hurts a little" You confess, cheeks reddening

Is it bad that he feels proud of it? He wasn't exactly soft but he definitely can get rougher and honestly, he can't wait to pound into your ass again. Or your pussy. He doesn't care as long as he can give you pleasure.

Namjoon helps you standing up and getting dressed. Your beautiful silk dress is now completely crumpled. You pout at it and Namjoon finds you so pretty. Now that he knows you love him, his brain is even crazier than before: images of you in a white dress walking down the wedding hall or of you with a round belly are stuck in his head. But he definitely can't go as fast, he will scare you.

Does that mean that he will wait for years? Absolutely not. His pretty baby better be prepared for her Christmas present. Especially after the best birthday present he has ever had: you saying that you loved him too. 

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[bau-drabbles]

haunted

emily, one of your close friends in the bau, comes back and after months of crying over her death you're not sure how to feel. it hurts the most when the deception also comes from aaron, the man you've loved for so long

a/n: idk how i feel about it. it's very rushed because half of it was deleted and i couldn't be bothered to go back and rewrite it properly.

aaron hottie angst again because his pain is so beautifully upsetting. kinda long so enjoy 🤍

part 2 :)

"everybody, have a seat" aaron's voice is more tense than usual, as if he was about to announce some bad news. your heart races but you walked in, grabbing a seat next to morgan. jj stands beside hotch and she looks almost worried, toying with her fingers. your brows knitted in confusion, wondering what was so urgent

"why, what's going on? everything all right?" spencer asked, his brow raised.

"seven months ago, i made a decision that affected this team. as you all know, emily had lost a lot of blood after her fight with doyle," hotch began

"but the doctors were able to stabilize her and she was airlifted from boston to bethesda under covert exfiltration. her identity was strictly need-to-know. and she stayed there until she was well enough to travel. she was reassigned to paris where she was given several identities, none of which we had access to for her security" he finishes but there's pin drop silence in return. his arms had folded over awaiting a response but everyone was shocked to say a thing

your heart feels like it's plummeted at the bottom of the earth, the breath completely knocked out from your lungs. you hope someone announces its a big joke but hotch looks at all of you expectantly. jj has her head slightly bowed, unable to make any eye contact and its then you realise she knew all along.

"she's alive?" you didn't even think you said it out loud but aaron looks at you, his brows in a tight frown. you see the truth spilled on his face and it stings immensely knowing how he saw you in your vulnerable moments and still decided not to say a thing

he knew all along

"but we buried her" someone else says but at that point you completely blank out, sinking further in your seat. hoping the ground would swallow you whole and remove the burden crushing your heart.

"as i said, i take full responsibility for the decision. if anyone has any issues, they should be directed toward me" aaron looks at you again but you don't bother looking in his direction.

all those times, every single tear, every second of sadness, all of it was.... fake?

"any issues?? yeah, i got issues-" morgan started, standing up towards hotch. but he doesn't go far for garcia speaks again. her eyes are brimmed with tears, walking quickly towards the door

"oh, my god" and you turn, unable to register the vision in front of you

"i am so sorry, i really am. not a day went by that i didn't want to...really, i... you didn't deserve that and i'm so sorry" the voice you thought you'd never hear again in this lifetime spoke. there she genuinely was, in the living breathing flesh. garcia grabs her in a hug and they share a tearful laugh about something you can't hear.

"there is so much i want to tell you guys and-and i will, i promise" the woman you spent crying in private about for weeks was now alive, like nothing had even happened.

garcia embraces her tight again and jj, morgan, rossi and reid followed suit.

it doesn't comprehend there she genuinely was, actually physically standing there. so many emotions had run through you, unclear of which one it was. all you can think about was her in your arms actively dying and you crying as you screamed for medics to come.

so you remained silent, while everyone had hugged her you stood just looking. unsure of what to feel, unsure over how to act. it felt foreign and you get lost in the reality of the situation, not realising she had made her way towards you

"y/n..." emily walked closer a smile on her lips but you couldn't reciprocate it. how could she so... nonchalanant about everything? those nights you spent crying, the nights your heart had felt so hollow in your chest, all of that burned in your mind.

the anguish, the pain, the guilt, all of it was an illusion.

and aaron, the man with whom you had trusted with your whole life glanced at you through the corner. he doesn't know what to say, what could be said? unintentionally he had lied to you, comforted you through pain that didn't even exist. he saw you vulnerable after her death, he was the one that pieced you back. and now it felt like all the parts he held together were coming undone.

"emily" you nod, a tight lipped smile on yours. even just being in her presence is enough to tip you over the edge so you distract yourself, holding the file. how strange, a mere seven months ago you two were the closest of friends.

and now you barely even knew her

"i-" she opens her arms slightly to embrace you but you open your hands to give her the information. touching her felt too soon, you needed some time to think.

"this is the file with doyle and everything going on with the kid. we don't have time to spare" you nod, quickly hand it to her and walk straight for the coffee. it wasn't caffeine that was going to help you tonight but it didn't hurt to try

•••

"hey..." morgan finds you staring blankly at the wall with the pictures, trying to find the next step in the kidnapping. and no matter how much you tried to regain your composure, it cracked piece by piece. exposing your facade and your true feelings behind the matter.

you were determined to keep a straight front for your team but every time you saw emily and jj and especially hotch, it felt like a challenge you weren't sure you'd win

"hey" you continue to take through the information, trying to piece the murder but there's so much on your mind it all feels like its vanishing in the air. like nothing is registering in your brain.

"hey" jj comes in and you stiffen up, quickly catching some files and exiting the room. she calls your name but you simply walk straight for the hallway. true, it was a childish thing to do but you couldn't look at any of them without the overwhelming urge to break down.

aaron, however, catches you in the hallway and you step back not wanting to even touch him, unable to look at his deceiting face.

"i know what you've been through. i understand that you're angry but i hope that you understand that this is not about you or me. this was about saving emily" his tone is sharp, firm but you see the hurricane of emotions in his eyes.

the most dominant being sorrow. but that wasn't enough for you, you almost wanted him to experience the pain you'd felt.

"why do you care about what i think hotch? it never mattered before, evidently" you match his tone in return, trying to go about him.

"y/n i know you're disappointed how we handled emily but it wasn't in our control, we couldn't say anything" he stops you and you don't even want to look at him, he knew how hard it had been on you. and he still didn't breathe a word of her survival.

"you couldn't or you wouldn't?? don't pretend to care what i've been through hotch. i came to you crying for weeks on end and not once did you have the decency to tell me the truth. not fucking once. what did you expect? i'd hug prentiss and all would be well? give me a break" you scoffed, pulling away from him. he stood stunned for a moment, his brows scrunched in a confused frown

"i know and i understand-" "i don't think you do. we have a kid that's about to die hotch, now is not the time" you utter, glaring as you walked by him.

•••

the plane ride was silent, moreso than usual. you noticed the glances your team was giving you but as long as the job was done efficiently, there wasn't really anything to say, you'd talk on your own time. just you and your book was enough for now.

all that was interrupted when a voice cut in. a voice you thought you weren't ready to hear just yet

"declan is little shaken up but the doctor said he'll be fine" she smiled at you, eyes looking at you but you refused to make any contact

"good. we got there in time" you commented, turning the page.

"yes..." she taps her fingers on the table, unsure on how to continue the conversation. part of you hopes she walks away, not ready to listen to her just yet.

"well we're going to rossi's tomorrow night. i want to see if he really can cook. are you coming?" she asked hopefully, a small smile on her lips

"i don't know, i'm not so sure i can make it" you leaned your elbow on the armrest, continuing to read the same sentence until she left.

"look, l/n, i know you're mad at us because we didn't tell you what really happened, and... i understand that. but i promise you, we had no choice" she begins and she sighs a little before looking directly at you.

"you mourned one friend, i mourned seven" she chuckled lightly, trying to make you see from her perspective. but you couldn't, the betrayal rang far too loudly in your ears.

his especially

"it's not a competition emily" you put your book down, directly looking at her eyes. everything you had been bursting to say left your lips before you could even comprehend it.

"you didn't carry my coffin, you didn't cry over someone that was presumably dead. do you know how many times i was angry at myself for not doing more? i kept replaying that moment when i held you, near enough lifeless and completely covered in blood. and all i could do was beg you to breathe and stay with me. you didn't take medications because every time you closed your damn eyes, all you could see was your dead friend in her own blood did you? don't pretend we're the same emily, you have no idea what i went through" with every word, you could feel the anger boiling deep inside of you. the annoyance coursing through your veins like wildfire.

"you could've given us a hint, a sign, anything to indicate proof of life. but i had to hold the pain over your death for months. so forgive me if i don't want to go through that again" your tone was sharp, picking up your book back to indicate the conversation was over

"y/n i'm sorry i-" she began softly but you shook your head

"look emily, i appreciate what you're trying to do. really. and i'm happy that you're back but i need time and space too. i can't do this job efficiently otherwise. so please..." you indicated for her to leave and she reluctantly stood up, wanting to say a million words. but none of them seemed quite correct

you hoped no one would come and try to talk, just wishing this plane ride would end quickly and you'd be in the safe sanctuary of your bedroom

and for once your wish is granted

•••

the precinct was empty, dark and cold. replicating how you felt on the inside.

your bag was in your office and you hoped everyone was gone, you couldn't handle seeing their faces.

it was hard, because on the one hand your friend was back. you wanted to rejoice, and hug her so tight but the way it all happened... it felt wrong.

"y/n" and there it is. the voice you definitely didn't want to hear tonight

"aaron" you reply in response, turning around to face him. he looks dishevelled, almost as if he had to run to catch you back here. on any other day before, it would've made you fawn over his adorableness but it didn't stir a thing in you now.

"i know what i did was inexcusable. i know you're hurt, i know it could've been handled better. i realise that but you have to understand that this wasn't my order. if you had known, it would've put you in a compromising position too" he comes close until he's standing a foot away. his eyes are aligt with an emotion you've never seen him use before, pleading

"i just can't get over it hotch. i'm so happy she's back and under different circumstances i would've celebrated it. but i can't because you lied to me. for months and months" you want to fall in to his arms, to forget about everything that had transpired tonight but it would solve nothing. so you stay where you are, the ache in your heart growing by the minute.

"and for that i deeply apologise" before, this would have solved your problems. but now it felt like the gasoline added to the fire.

"you don't care about me aaron and i'm fooling myself if i keep pretending that everything is okay"

"i do y/n, i just need time. i just-"

"how much time?? how much longer can i be expected to wait?? how much longer can i pretend that you actually care about me-"

"i do care!" "oh you do?? you watched me cry for months. does that sound like caring? and you never want to progress further in this. how can i be with someone who doesn't care? emily coming back was just the icing. you'd use anything and anyone to get what you want hotch. you don't care about anyone, much less me"

"is that what you think of me?" he whispers, eyes narrowing at you

"it's what i know of you. from the moment i met you to now. i thought it was fine at first. but i can't do it. do you have any idea how.... hard it is to love you?" every word was a dagger to his heart, twisting and twisting until it was difficult to breathe.

"i'm done. i need a break. from you, from the bau, from everyone" you let out a shaky sigh, hugging your bag closer to your body. the man before you was your lifeline and now it felt like you were drowning in the depths of him. the only way to save yourself would be to remove yourself from his grasp, to pretend that he, your lover, never existed. he was aaron hotchner, your boss. he would never be the man you were so desperately and hopelessly in love with.

"y/n please don't-"

"i'm taking my holidays. don't contact me, don't find me. i just really.... don't want to see you ever" with that you stormed out of the room, away from him and his presence. away from his beautiful face you came to adore, away from all the memories you would forever cherish until your last breath.

but no amount of miles between you both could ever be enough

[eimids]

Weddings and heartbreaks

Warnings: Angst, sad stuff but like who doesn't love that

Lucy Bronze x Ona Battle, Lucy x reader before

Quick blurb.

"I do" Lucy said smiling to her bride. There was tears in her eyes and she seemed genuinely happy.

"I declare you as wife and wife! You may kiss the bride" The officiant announced and everyone cheered. You watched as Lucy kissed Ona passionately. Just like she had done with you a while before.

Lucy was finally happy with someone and you were happy for her. It just hurt that the someone wasn't you.

Lucy looked at you at one point. There were tears in both of your eyes. Lucy thought that they were happy tears but they were so much more. You had many great years with Lucy. One day she just fell out of love. You told her that you understood but that day your heart broke into million little peaces.

You had thought that Lucy was your endgame. You thought that one day you would get married and live happily ever after but that was too much to ask. You didn't see it coming when Lucy wanted to talk to you. It was the worst day of your life and you never got over Lucia.

The ceremony quickly changed into a party and drinks were shared and many dances danced. Everyone was happy expect for you. You were miserable. You had to watch the love of your life be happy with someone else. You tried to seem normal as you held a conversation with your best friend Alexia but she saw right through you.

"What's going on?" Alexia straight up asked.

"Nothing. What do you mean?" You tried to deny.

"I know you still have feelings for her y/n" She said back to you. Not believing your lies. You moved away from the dance floor to sit in a chair. Alexia came sitting next to you.

"I don't just like her Ale. I fucking love her and will never stop loving her" You whispered trying so hard not to cry. "I'm happy for her but it's just hurts too much to see her with another woman who is everything I couldn't be. Ona is amazing and they are perfect together but I still wish that it would be me" You continued. You couldn't fight the tears anymore.

Ale hugged you as you cried to her. She knew you needed someone to listen and not judge and she wanted to be that person. After You calmed down a bit you continued talking.

"I've decided to leave Barca and go to Arsenal." You confessed to the captain. Ale looked shocked.

"Y/n you don't have to do that. The team is so much better with you in it. I'm better with you here." Ale said with a sad tone.

"But I do have to do that. I can't watch those two be the perfect happy couple. I just can't do that right now. It will be better for all of us"

"Please just think about this for a little while longer y/n" Alexia pleaded.

"The transfer is already done. I have made my decision already and I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. Maybe in couple of years I will be back but right now this is what I have to do"

"I understand that. But please promise me that we will stay in contact. And you'll come and visit me often. I can't do life without you" Ale said with now tears in her eyes.

"Of course Ale, you are my best friend and you are not getting rid of me that easily" You laughed a little. You stayed with Ale for a while before continuing to the party.

"What the fuck y/n" Lucy yelled to the phone.

"What are you talking about?" You tried to act clueless but knew exactly what she was talking about.

"You know what I'm talking about y/n. You are going to Arsenal??" She continued angrily.

"Yes Lucia. I'm going to Arsenal and I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I was going to tell you I promise" You tried.

"Y/n I thought we were still friends. Aren't friends supposed to talk about this kind of stuff. You can't just leave. I don't want you to go" Lucy said. You could hear the hurt in her voice.

"It's not about what you want Lucy. I still love you okay and for some reason you don't seem to notice that. And I'm so happy that you finally have the life you have always wanted but I can't help the fact that I'm heartbroken that it's not with me. I love you Lucia and I just need to get away from all of this"

That's all you said before ending the call.

You had fell in love with the wrong person.

---

Angst <3

[madhatterbri]

All Fell Down | D.P. Part 3

Summary: Can there be a part 3 of All Fall Down? I need to know what happens. What does Rhea have to say?!

Damian Priest Masterlist

Requested by: @judgementalghost29

Taglist: @magicalbuttertarts @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @mrsarcherofinfamy

Y/N stood in the busy women's locker room, getting ready for her match with Rhea. The others were making tik toks or chatting about recent events. Normally, she'd be in the Judgment Day locker room, but that ended last night. She never felt more out of place.

Her phone lit up. Y/N was about to ignore it. She wanted to be free from any distractions. Curiosity got the better of her. She grabbed her phone to see a text from Mami.

"Hey, come to the clubhouse. Damian isn't here,"

Y/N sighed and replied back.

"What about Finn?"

"Just the girls:)"

Y/N checked herself in the mirror. She was ready for their match tonight. Her stuff was placed neatly in a locker. Within moments, she was in front of the Judgment Day clubhouse. Nervously, she knocked on the door.

"Hello, darling," Rhea greeted when she opened the door. She only poked her head out.

"You wanted to see me?" Y/N questioned.

"I can't see my friend before a match and fix everything like always?"

"What?"

Rhea opened the door wider. She grabbed Y/N's wrist before she could run off. With little struggle, Y/N was forced in the clubhouse. The door was closed quickly behind her. Damian and Finn stood next to each other.

"Rhea, this isn't funny. Let me go," she begged and tried to push past her.

"There won't be anymore fighting, Y/N," Finn told her. Y/N turned to look at him. This was the most he had spoken to her for a while. She bit her lip nervously.

"I had a heart to heart with Finn last night. Sneaking around and Damian telling Finn to ask you back out wasn't the smartest, but we are all adults," Rhea pointed out. She sat on the black couch.

Y/N felt tears spring to her eyes. "I'm sorry about lying to you, Finn. It sort of just happened. I would never do anything to hurt you or lie to you. I was just worried about losing our friendship and it backfired,"

"I know, and I'm sorry too. I just wanted to protect you, but Damian is a good guy," Finn smiled briefly and patted Damian's back. Damian nodded to his friend.

The old friends aired out their grievances. The room felt lighter the more they talked. Damian hadn't spoken yet. He wasn't sure what to say. Rhea took notice.

"Come on, Finn. Let's see what's going on in catering. I haven't seen Shayna's new review on it yet," Rhea announced and stood from the couch. Finn looked at her oddly yet saw her expression and left with her.

The room immediately felt tense once more. "I should go,"

"Damian, wait," she spoke quickly. He stopped and waited for her to continue. Her thoughts drifted back to their time in the elevator. "I think I need your help. I have a match with Rhea. My ego is getting too big again. All the air in my head,"

Damian turned to her. The corners of his lips tugged into a smile. A genuine smile for the first time since they broke up last night. "The air never left your head, princesa. You look like Megamind,"

"Damian!" She shrieked and shoved his chest. His laughter boomed in the clubhouse. The noise eased her troubled mind. He wrapped his arms around her. "I miss you,"

"I miss you too. Rhea set this all up. She kind of got Finn's head out of his ass last night. We talked it all out before she texted you to come over," he told her. Damian brought up some of the events that happened before her arrival. All the hurt and anger that was spilled.

"Would that mean you and I.... could be you and I again?" She asked nervously. His rejection would hurt her.

"I'd like that more than anything," he answered and kissed her.

"Let's make up for lost time," Y/N winked and led them to the couch. Damian sat down. Y/N sat on his lap. They started to kiss.

The door suddenly opened. "Hey, our match is next. Oh, bloody hell!" Rhea spoke and smacked her hand to her face. The couple separated. Y/N blushed and hid her face.

"Like bloody teenagers. We can't even leave you two alone in the clubhouse. Come on, Y/N,"

They kissed one last time. "I'll be watching,"

[jj-5656]

Say It Like You Mean It With; Anthony Lockwood

A/N: Hello again! We’ve begun a new obsession, I am absolutely hooked on this show. And if there’s no renewal announcement in the next month, or at all, I’m fighting. @sunshineangel-reads​ provided some suggestions in the inbox, so I figured I’d tag <3. All right, hope you enjoy!

Summary: The one where you meet the newest addition to the agency, and insomnia strikes again

IMPORTANT: All characters are aged up. I wouldn’t be comfortable doing so if they were played by minors, but that’s not the case here. Just wanted to make that clear before we begin. 

“She can’t just go taking two at once like that.” 

“the rule is each member of the agency can only take one biscuit at a time in a strict rotation. Keeps things fair.”

“E-each member of the agency?” 

“Assuming you are still interested in the position?” The front door opens just as Lockwood’s finished. Three heads snapping toward the mud room as you shuffle in, arms weighed down from grocery bags.

“Of course she’s still interested!” To Lucy’s relief, it’s a female voice that sounds before you appear in font of them. Tufts of hair spilling over your face at the exertion of errands. The two boys are immediately at your side, ridding you of all baggage and heaving it toward what she assumes is the kitchen.

“Lucy,” Lockward calls out behind him as he descends the staircase along George. “Meet y/n y/l/n, another associate.” You scoff, extending a hand with a kind smile. Undoubtedly the most welcoming so far. “She’s most sensitive to sound, much like you. Not bad with a rapier, either.” 

“I hope they haven’t irritated you too much so far.” You beckon her to follow the boy’s path with you. “Please tell me you didn’t use the bloody toothbrush cup.” 

“Of course not.” Lockwood taps his nose with his finger when your back is to him, a silent beckon for your potential hiree not to snitch.

 The kitchen’s just down a flight of stairs, where you get unloading items into their designated spaces as George works on cooking. 

“We call this the thinking cloth,” Lockwood taps onto the wooden table after tossing you a box of pasta to put away. “We jot down memos, theories, trains of thought-”

“Cheesy love confessions.”

“Shut up, George.” The redhead misses the inside joke, brows furrowing with confusion as Anthony continues on. “I located the bones of the Fenchurch Street Ghoul by sketching out the street plans here at three in the morning over cheese on toast.”

“When a case goes badly an we’re not talking to one another, it’s good for exchanging insults too.”

“Ah, and how often does that happen?”

“Almost never.” You butt in, giving her your most genuine expression despite the white lie. You’re so eager to finally have another girl around, it’s only fair you promote the job as much as possible. 

“Now, basement. Follow me.” Lucy does as asked, sending a quick look of concern your way before she disappears down the stairway. 

“She’ll never last.”

“Oh c’mon George, I was more than welcoming when you came along.” 

“That’s because my natural talent was evident.” 

“Is that why you screamed like a little girl during the test?” 

“I wasn’t expecting the gunshots from the knife, alright?”

**********

“This was my bedroom when I was little, and y/n’s for a while. You can use it, if you’d like. Unless you have other sleeping arrangements?” 

“Yes...No-I mean-”

“Of course, we’d deduct the rent from your wages. Nothing too steep. Just enough to cover the bills. I’m a very reliable landlord.” 

“Jesus, Anthony. Give her a second.” You tear open the blinds, smirking when Lucy takes a moment to admire the view at such height. Something tells you the pair of you will get on just fine. She hesitates, then. Looking Iver to you with confusion. 

“Do you sleep elsewhere?” There’s a sudden silence between the three of you. Lockwood clearing his throat as he pulls at a the tuft of hair at the nape of his neck. He studies the newest employee with a twinge of anxiety, presumably understanding how things might seem...Unprofessional. Granted, it’s a business run by an 18 year old, but an official one nonetheless. 

“We share the bedroom downstairs.” Is all you manage, blush adorning your features as her jaw slacks in understanding. 

“I’d like to make it clear,” Anthony looks over your frame, smiling fondly. Then back to Lucy. Who seems to hold no judgement despite her obvious contemplation. “Y/n and I attended academy together, she was with me when this all began.” 

“In other words,” you finish for him. “We were sleeping together before he became my employer.” The closed-off girl huffs a laugh for the first time since you’ve met her, though your boyfriend twinges pink with an abashed smile. Diffidence is awfully rare on him, though it's quite adorable. It’s then Lucy decides she’s fond of you already. 

“Please excuse my girlfriend’s lack of filter. I suppose George’s rubbed off on her.” He's only teasing, Lucy knows that when you shove at his shoulder. The pair of you are not overly affectionate, you don’t seem like the types anyway. Of course, she’s only caught a glimpse of your relationship, there’s an undeniable glint in her potential boss’ eyes as he looks at you. 

“Like Anthony said-” 

“Lockwood, please.” Though he interrupts you, he’s only looking at Lucy. She comes to understand you may be the only one unwilling to refer to him as such. It almost twitches a smile to her lips. 

“This used to be my room, before Anthony begged for my hand.” 

“Was that before or after you professed your undying love for me?” Said boy backs up toward the stairs, noticing the inklings of a friendship beginning to form between the two girls front him. 

“Before then, but definitely after you pleaded to kiss me when you drank the better half of MY whiskey. Which was a gift, by the way. An expensive one.” 

“From that muppet at academy?” He scoffs, wiping an invisible stream of dust off the banister. “Horrid flirt.” A grimace sets upon his face. Josh Collins was a right prick, you had to admit. Though it was an obliged graduation gift. 

“Don’t speak so poorly of yourself, sweetheart.” Lucy can’t help but really smile this time, features immediately dulling once she realizes she’s been caught. You pretend not to notice.

Lockwood sends a half-assed glare your way, holding his tongue in lieu of the new company. “This has got it’s own bathroom. There’s a bigger one downstairs, but that’s mean sharing with George. And I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” A beat of silence after you nod in agreement, cringing at the flashbacks. “Right, well, we’ll leave you to unpack. Settle in. That’s assuming-”

“Those newspaper clippings on the wall...”

“Oh. You saw those. Not very modest, is it?” 

“But definitely on brand.” You mutter what you think is to yourself, smiling innocently when they look your way. 

“Should really take them down.” 

“No, it’s more...It’s just. Well you haven’t said anything about...I mean, who are you guys?” 

“Plenty of time for that. You should rest. Get some sleep.”

“That’s...If you’ll take the job?” You hope you don’t sound as desperate as you are, voice tilting with anticipation as you wring your hands together. 

There’s a couple, agonizing beats of silence that feel like hours. Finally, the girl nods, “yes.” 

You all but shout, fighting jumping up and down at the confirmation. Anthony shakes his head at you with a fond roll of his eyes, sending Lucy hopeful smile. “Well then, welcome to Lockwood and Co.” You squeeze her arm gently in congratulation, taking hold of your boyfriend’s chin to press a swift kiss to his cheeks. Unaware of his skin flushing with heat as you descend the stairs in an elated hurry.

“Georgie, she said yes!!”

****************

It’s dark when you wake, rolling over in search of warmth that isn’t there. Unsurprisingly, Anthony’s not beside you. You huff a sigh, cursing your boyfriends’ relentless insomnia before wrapping the quilt folded at the bottom of the bed around your form and stalking down the hall.

He’s in the library, of course. The bright fire pops into the silence of the night, illuminating the room in a tantalizing warmth. Lockwood runs a finger over his bottom lip as his eyes remain trained on the book in hand. Up until a weak floor board gives your presence away with a groaning creak.

His lips curl into a tired, yet no less pleased smile at the sight of you. Shifting the couch so you’ll fit perfectly into his side. “Why are you awake, dove? It’s late.” He pushes a stray strand of hair from your face, brows furrowing when you scoff at the irony.

“Could say the same for you. Can’t sleep again?” He hums, elaboration not necessary. Hurt tugs at your heart strings as your thumb trails over the dark skin just below his eyes. A hand wrapping around your wrist to kiss your doting ones away.

In the solitude of these hours, you’re both able to find comfort in your gentle affections. It’s much easier alone, sometimes. There’s an unspoken ease in the solitude of it all. In these moments, Lockwood can feed into the delusion it’s just you and him in this house, in the whole world.

“Close your eyes and get some rest.” He wraps an arm around your sternum. Your back to his chest as he continues reading. A pout adorns your features, eyes narrowing.

“But I’m not tired.”

“Yes. You most definitely are,” the corners of us eyes crinkle with his knowing smirk. “You just don’t want to make me feel bad for making you feel obligated to stay awake with me.”

You envy his ability to read you more often than not. Pulling the quilt further over the two of you so as to seem inconspicuous. Failing miserably when a yawn tears through you. Long lashes fluttering over your cheekbones as you blink slow, gazing up at him. Anthony feigns stoicism under your gaze, though you’re just about the only person to make his heart race with just a look. The one you’re giving him right now is particularly cruel. Pleading, soft, all things sweet and alluring. He figures you’ve perfected the craft of drawing him in, unknowingly or otherwise.

“I’m wide awake, actually.” Is all you manage. Voice rasped with sleep as your nails run over the exposed skin of his forearm. Sending chills down his spine. The arm resting over you pulls slightly back, just enough to enable his hand to hold the side of your face. Fingers smoothing over your warm skin to lull you further.

You’ve always been naturally much warmer than him. A personal furnace, he regards you. Seeing as he’s always too cold for his liking.

It makes sense. You’re all things sweet and painstakingly kind. There’s not a soul who’d be able to repay half the debts you deem mere favors. You’d give the shirt off your back to anyone who needed it, especially those you care for.

You’re everything Anthony Lockwood is not. And sometimes, most times, he hates himself for it. Hates he’s too selfish to let you go and award you opportunity to find someone much more worthy of your heart.

“Hey. Where’d you go?” He’s stopped his ministrations, seizing your attention from the cackling fire and back to him. He offers a small smile, one you read right through. Here he is again, pulling away and closing off in the moments you’re both most vulnerable. It’d hurt, at first. The beginnings of your relationship...Friendship, even. Had often been strained by Anthony’s reclusive  habits. You’ve shared just about every piece of yourselves to one another, yet he still manages to find more fear in love than fighting the dead.

Over time you’ve developed patience. Reveling in the small moments of softness he’s awarded you in all the chaos. They’re worth it. Knowing him, learning how to love him, has been worth it.

“I’m right here, love. I’m always here.” He presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. Pretending to get lost in the pages afront him once more.

“Come to bed.” You’re so quiet he almost misses it, folding the book against his chest to meet your gaze. Doing his best to ward off your obvious puppy eyes. (though he lacks lacks the best track record with this)

“Just one more chapter? Then I’ll take you to bed and pretend to sleep for the next few hours.” You frown at his teasing, swatting away his poke to your sides in search of a smile.

“You’re not funny, Lockwood. All i want is for you to rest. Really rest, for once.” Rapier-calloused fingers card through his hair, eliciting a gracious sigh.

“I’m only joking. I do rest much easier with you around,” a swift kiss to your lips. “Sleep better when you’re beside me,” two more against your cheeks for good measure.

“You’re awful.”

“Awful?”

“Awful!” A hand collides with his chest, chastising. “Being sweet so I’ll stop worrying. It won’t work. I’ll always worry about you.” And there it is again. The agonizing clutch at his heart at your compassion. Unable to resist the notion there are so many others much more worthy of your affections.

“I know.” It’s a whisperer, forehead pressing against yours. “You should probably start saving that for a bloke who deserves it.” There’s no self-pity to it. No trace of malice or fish for reassurance. So succinct and matter of fact you want to tackle him into an embrace in lieu of willing away every deprecating thought that intrudes his conscience.

“Anthony Lockwood.” You’re stern, then. Maneuvering upward so your head can rest on the arm of the love-worn couch and better face him. “If you’re mean to my boyfriend one more time, I’ll ensure my spirit is tied to you. Haunting you with love and affection for the rest of eternity.”

“I feel like that’s supposed to be a threat...” Cold fingers trace over your collar bone, peeking out from under his dress shirt you’ve stolen. “Though it’s almost endearing. I’d quite like to be stuck with you for the rest of time, I think.” A blush flushes your features, worsening when it elicits his cocky smirk at the observation.

“I hate you.” Hands concealing your abashed face with the muffled whine.

“Say it like you mean it, Darling.” He stretches under you, nudging at your forearms with the spine of his book. “Will you uncover yourself now? I’d like to see you again.” You oblige, hands falling atop your thighs and against his stomach. Anthony’s gasp startles you, features taught with confusion. “My God, it’s happened again!”

“What?”

“You’ve gotten prettier! Just now, I swear it!” A groan sounds as you press your face into his chest, shaking along with his rumbles of laughter. 

“Just read your book, Lockwood. I like you better when you’re quiet.”

“Just one more chapter. Then we’ll head to bed.” He straightens, getting ahold of himself as he obliges. Eyes meeting yours once you tap his elbow.

“Read to me?”

“I thought you liked me better quiet?”

“I like you best complacent.”

“Noted.” And with that, he begins.

You stretch over him as he begins, his shirt on you rising just enough to expose your mid drift. Greedy fingers take the opportunity to run themselves over your soft skin. Cool rings giving eliciting goosebumps. He does it mindlessly, which makes you heat even more

“Stop blushing, you’re distracting me.”

************

Lockwood squints as the curtains are torn open with a cruel screech. George stands a-front him, hands on his hips. You’d never managed to make it back to bed, both having fallen asleep in the sam positions as the hours before. This particularly apparent when Anthony raises his head from the back of the coach, wincing at the soreness in his neck. 

“You know, I may as well take the master bedroom if you’re never gonna use it.” 

“Quiet down, George. You’ll wake her.” The curly-haired boy rolls his eyes when his colleague cuffs his hands over your ears, shielding you from the noise. 

“Good. We have work to do.” 

****

“Our first official case as a team of four.” Your boyfriend beams brightly despite the morbid information in hand. Passing it along so the rest of you can be caught up. 

“Mrs. Hope...Looking to rid her house of a Problem following the demise of her late husband.” George adjusts his glasses as he sums the story to you and Lucy.

“Cheeky.” The girl deadpans, taking a sip of her steaming cup of tea groggily.

“Pay grade. That we desperately need.” You shrug, doing your best to make light of each job despite their implications. 

“George, you should get a head start on the research while we pack the bags. Lucy we have to learn plans A-F, as well.” The three of you nod along, Lockwood tilting his chin upward to allow you better room to adjust his tie, Pulling away so he can offer the portion of buttered toast and chopped fruit he’s plated for you. You only take a strawberry, a polite shake of your head when he pushes it forward once more. 

“Later.” You note, running your fingers under his collar to smooth it out. 

“You should eat.” He’s stern, pulling away his steaming mug you reach for with furrowed brows. “Can’t have tea on an empty stomach, you get all shaky.” Your jaw slacks in half-serious offense at the notion, the pair of you turning your heads toward your colleagues sat at the table, 

“You’ll have to get used to their old-married-folk tendencies. It’s quite insufferable at first, but becomes increasingly tolerable over time.”

“Oh shut it.” It's in unison, only aiding in your flushed demeanors as their grins grow. 

“Told you.” The bastards’ irritatingly smug as he motions toward you. “I’ll be off to the archives, I’ve reached my morning’s capacity of affections.” Anthony’s arms cross with a scoff, eyes trailing over to you and face igniting in a mischievous smirk. Your brows furrow, about to question his sudden change in attitude before he’s on you. Making a show of grabbing the sides of your face and littering kisses all over your face. Pushing so you have to step backward toward a horrified George, hands over his ears as he attempts to escape the treachery. 

Lucy can’t help but laugh. Overcome with the realization of all the agencies in London, she’s likely ended up with the best one. 

[lacyscabinet]

Taking care of Nat after she got into a fight with her dad, please bless us with your writing (sorry if there is anything wrong, english is not my first language)

A/N: Hiii!!! you literally read my mind because i've been thinking about writing this one-shot for a while (also "bless us with your writing"!? Ur too kind <3) hope you like it!!!!

MASTERLIST

Safe

It was a regular Saturday night, the soft chill of fall outside, a big contrast to the warmth of your house. Music was playing softly in the background, you scribbling in your notebook bobbing your head to the beat.

In your peaceful state you almost didn't notice the faint tapping on your window, curiously you perked your head up and noticed small pebbles being thrown at the glass.

Already knowing who it was, you got up and closer to the window, there she was, Natalie, your girlfriend

She was looking up at you and you couldn't help but notice her tear stained face, messy hair and...was that a bruise on her face?

You rushed to the front door, opening it quickly and motioning for your girlfriend to come in, after that you took her hand and led Nat upstairs trying not to wake up your parents, long asleep.

Closing the door behind you when you reached your room, you finally looked at her in the eyes, the once bright and full of life orbs you loved to stare at, now were just full of fear and sadness, and yes, that was definitely a bruise on her upper cheek

One of your hands fell on her waist and the other stroked her cheekbone, in an attempt to soothe the purple bruise

"What happened baby?" You asked, already knowing the answer

She looked down, Natalie never liked being vulnerable in front of someone, so when tears threatened to spill out again she lowered her eyes

"He was mad, he was mad and I was listening to music, he said it was too loud...and then..." her voice broke

"Hey hey... it's okay, it's okay now, you're here" you whispered, pulling her in for a hug, nestling her head on your shoulder Nat let out a loud sob

You held her tightly, stroking her hair and rocking back and forth trying to provide her some needed comfort

You didn't speak, the only noises were the loud sobs and heavy breaths coming from Natalie as she let all her pent up emotions out, she was the one who broke the silence

"I can't, I can't do this anymore, I'm so tired, so so so tired" she spoke between sobs

At that point, you decided in your head that it was time to do something "You are not going back there, you're spending the night" it wasn't a question, it was an announcement, your tone soft but firm at the same time "You're safe here"

At those words she pulled away from the hug and looked straight in your eyes "Thank you y/n" she said with a weak voice

You simply kissed her forehead "You can stay as much as you need Nat, but we can think about it in the morning, it's late and you need to rest baby"

Moving to your bed, you opened the covers, letting her climb in before you, and when you joined her she instantly wrapped her arms around you

"Nah nah" you said quickly, turning around "You're the little spoon today"

You saw a soft genuine smile on her lips as she turned around, waiting for you to cuddle her, and you did, you held her close and peppered kisses on her cheek, keeping her warm and safe.

[esa1900]

Whatever goes around, eventually comes back to you

Teaser

Mha x avatar quirk! Reader

Tw: mentions of kidnapping, mentions of adoption, reader is half Egyptian

“y/n”

the large figure seated on the huge chair in the middle of the room called to you, a white light lit above him in the dark room.

“come here.”

you looked up at him as he was seated with his legs crossed, his head resting on his palm as he signaled for you to reach to him with his free hand, palm facing the ground while his four fingers went back and forth in a semi circular motion

the image 6 year old you can remember is of a bald man, hooked to multiple devices that looked like they keep him alive, even hs eyes werent ‘working’ anymore.

despite all this, he always had this… smile on his face.

even you could tell there was something wrong with that smile at your young age.

it was a wicked, evil smile, the one people give you when they want something from you.

or when you do exactly as they asked, just for you to fall intio their trap.

you knew that smile all too well from the place were you were raised. or atleast the place you lived until he took you.

when your elders and the other kids would trick you into leaving your food or belongings for them, or when they would sway your mind into doing theyre jobs at the place.

but it didnt matter anymore, at least thats what he tells you.

“you’re here with me now, ill make sure you get what you want from others, not the other way around,”

behind you stood a boy, he couldnt be older than 11.

he watched as his the man talked to you with his red eyes from behind the door frame of the huge room you were in.

only his head was peaking out to watch with such jealosy how that man was talking to you.

wasnt he supposed to be the one in your place? thats how it always was, and you just came and ruined it, stupid child

“so, have you met tomura?” the man asked as he noticed the boy peaking at you both.

you turn around to see the boy clutching onto the door frame so hardly that his small hands are shaking, his eyes are filled with rage and his breathing is heavy, what exactly are you supposed to do in this situation?

“come here boy.”

and thats when the water works come in for tomura.

immedietley, tears start streaming down his face, his eyes filled with such rage looking at you, as he grinds his teeth against eachother, before he runs away to his room.

hte doctor, at least thats what theyve been calling him ever since you came here, was also present in the room, only shakinbg his head at tomuras outburst before calmly walking out of the room for him.

“and that leaves just the two of us.”

shigiraki said, looking down at you with that same wicked smile hes had on his face, but this time its deeper, more genuine.

the announcement bell on the airplane breaks you line of. thought as you listen to the pilot speak.

“ladies and gentelmen we are pleased to announce that we will be landing in tokyo japans airport soon, please make sure to fasten your seat belts, thank you.”

you look up at the seat belt sign above you which was now turned green, signaling for you to fasten your seatbelt.

it was hard to believe you were going back to japan after such a long time, you haven’t been able to get the last time you were here off of your mind ever since you made it to the airport back in egypt.

you know a lot of things have changeed since you were last here, for one, the hero known as allmight who was also the one who save you from that man, shigiraki was his name, yes, retired, you heard it was due to another fight with the same man.

it was wierd that you didn’t visit japan often, esspecially since your mother was a Japanese woman.

it seems like the egyptian hero commission never really cared much, as long as they trained you to be a hero.

and why does it matter anyway? you’re half egyptain too, and thats where your mom lived after she got adopted, you are rightfully egypts avatar.

the seat belt sign turns off on the airplane, and as all the other passengers in the first class get up to grab their luggage, you and your friends stay seated, as you know youll have to wait for instructions from your teacher and egypts hero commission agent.

“okay everyone.” the hero commisions agent stood up and looked to the three rows behind him where you and the rest of the avatar team are seated.

“we are going to wait until all the passengers get off before we exit the plane to avoid too much attention from the public, stay seated until we say so.”

and that was the last thing he said before sitting back down, now he was trying to wake up the teacher accompanying you on this trip.

and thats what left you waiting even more on the plane, waiting for everyone to get off.

it was a long flight from egypt to Japan where you were supposed to intern in another hero school called UA, its said to be the best in the country, the school had 6 places open for students from your school back in egypt, two for each grade, as there were only two her course classes per grade in that school, so along side you, five other students were chosen to come with you to japan, to earn new skills .

you and the rest of the team finally get up and grab your luggage to head out together, as the japanese hero commisions leader and her agent have come along side the principle of UA and one of his teachers to welcome you to Japan and UA high.

“aaaahhh that was a long flight, now wasnt it?” you bestfriend said as she stretched her arms far up to loosen her muscles.

“sure was.” the other boy from you team answered as he pulled his bag from above the seats.

“okay everyone lets keep moving.” the agent said.

“يلا يا ولاد" (yala ya wlad)

Come on kids, your teacher said, as both the agent and Mr Sayed lead the way out of the plane as all six of you followed.

You all finally make it to the very end of the airport, all of you ready to get to your dorms and lay on your new beds in your new school, tired from the long flight.

And that’s when you see four figures being approached by your teacher and agent.

“That must be them.” You say.

“Is that a rat?” “What is that thing?” Your school mates keep asking questions behind you concerning one of the four figures in front of you.

“Stop it you guys, that’s quirkest.” You whisper to them hoping that your group was far enough that non of the adults could hear what they were saying.

“Ah, well if it isn’t the lovely avatar team.” You hear a soft voice say and you realize its the small one who said those words, you all look down at him with curiosity.

“Hello there, i am principle Nezu, principle of UA high.” He says with the most friendliest tone ever, accompanied with a small wave.

“It’s a pleasure to have the great avatar team here in japan, we hope you all have a wonderful stay.” They all bow at once, forcing your side to bow to them in respect as well.

This was all new to you guys, you never bowed where you came from, but you were told that here we bow instead of shake hands, so maybe you all just had to listen.

“Thank you, principle Nezu.”

The agent thanked Nezu as you all got up from you bow.

“And you must be allmight”

“Yeah that’s me.” The man says with a slight giggle to his voice.

Although as soon as you heard the word allmight you came from behind the agent to look up at the man.

Definitely, he looked nothing like the last time you saw him, but although he has lost all his muscle, he was still pretty tall, standing at at least 2 meters.

You couldn’t help but look at him with such curious eyes, yet this was different from how you looked at principle Nezu.

This time you looked at all might, curious about how the man who took you from shiitake was, they claimed that all might saved you, and that shigiraki was an evil man, but was that really the case? That’s not how you remember it.

“All might?” You say in the faintest voice as you look at him from behind your agent.

“Oh, young l/n”

He looked down at you with a friendly welcoming smile.

“I remember you.” You say, not wanting to ask if he remembers you, in case he doesn’t, you didn’t wanna embarrass yourself in front of all these people, especially not in front of him.

“Oh yeah, same here, i remember the last time i saw you, you were just a little girl.”

“Yeah.”

The conversation doesn’t continue for long, before another person introduces themselves.

“I’m sure all might will take good care of you while he’s here, just like he did before.” A woman in a blue dress takes a step forward and speaks up cutting you’re conversation short.

“Im the leader of the Japanese hero sommision, you can call me madam president.”

The woman introduces herself with a slight bow to the head.

“This is Mr yokumiro, he’s going to be the one in charge of your sec dual along with many other stuff along side your current EHC (Egyptian hero commission) agent, your name was Mr Reda i believe.”

“That’s right madam president.”

Reda nods his head.

“Wonderful.” Principal Nezu starts again.

“Why dont we take the kids to the school now, im sure they are tired.”

[lolasimms]

a lots gonna change pt.14

Summary: Married life isn’t great, infidelity ensues, and things change

next chapter

"Here Lila" Abby called out as she handed your daughter a paper plate with a piece of confetti cake smeared all over it. If you were being honest the piece was too big for your liking and you were sure that Lila would be leaving with a sugar rush. But special occasions called for special acceptions, this being one of them.

"Thanks Abby" Lila accepts the plate and bounds into the dining area to go and enjoy her sugary treat.

"Should I cut you a slice?" Abby glances up at you, her large hand gripping the icing covered knife.

"Sure, that'd be nice." You reply and she lowers the knife back into the white frosted cake, littered with rainbow sprinkles. Much like Lila's, she cuts you an abnormally large triangular piece of cake, placing it on the polka-dotted paper plate and then handing it to you. She awkwardly smiles, grabbing her own plate and then makes her way to the dining room.

Things were still a bit tense between you and Abby after the altercation at Joel's two weeks ago. You'd assured her that she was forgiven after a lengthy heart to heart, but she was still doubting you and beating herself up. Ever since said altercation, no words had been exchanged with your ex-wife, save for a few updates about Lila's school and pickups but that was it. And you hoped it stayed that way. You knew they were both partly at fault but Ellie had started the physical fight, and she hadn't even made the effort to offer a genuine let alone any apology.

It was Abby's birthday and her father had invited you over to his, insisting you bring Lila along to help the Andersons celebrate. The home sprung memories of familial and domestic bliss. Streamers strewn about the dining room, metallic balloons that displayed '26', radio hits that you're sure Jerry didn't even listen to, booming throughout the house and an assortment of different coloured balloons held together by ribbon.

With your plate of cake in hand, you made your way to the dining room, where Jerry had Lila sitting beside him, the both of them looking through an old chunky photo album filled with baby photos of Abby and others of her extended family. Lila was "ooohing" and "ahhing" whilst simultaneously letting out giggles. Your eyes met the blue orbs of your lover who finally gave you a genuine smile for the first time in a week. You stride towards Abby, taking a seat besides her and taking your hand in hers.

"I love you." You whisper as you smile at her, leaving a kiss on her cheek, immediately she warms up, her face tinting to a light shade of red. She leans into you, placing a chaste kiss on your mouth where she mumbles an "I love you too." You're both interrupted by Jerry, who clears his throat and Lila's quiet "eww." The two of you pull apart, sporting mischievous grins on your faces when Jerry shuts the photo album and announces.

"Okay Abs, time to open your gifts." Lila's immediately trailing behind him as he makes his way over to the living room and the two of you follow suit. You were sat on the arm of the grey sofa, while Abby had Lila in her lap. The five year old had been so excited to pick out Abby's gift that she'd insisted it be the first one she opened.

"You sure this isn't a bomb Lila?" Abby jokes as she shakes the box, holding it close to her ears. You and Jerry simply chuckle at Abby's playfulnesses, but Lila finds it to be the funniest thing ever. She's hunched over giggling while Abby tears the wrapping off the small box. When she opens the box she's met with a vintage field watch, one she’d been raving about for the past six months.

“Y/n, you didn’t!” She yells, turning to you with a smile on her face and you simply smile. She reaches up and kisses you. “Hey, I helped wrap it” Lila exclaims hating the takeaway of attention from her. “Thank you too Lila” Abby squished her cheeks and then places the watch on her wrist.

-

“Thank you for coming Ms. Lila, I’ll see you next time alright?” Jerry waves off a tired Lila who’s hands are swinging behind you as she’s splayed out in your arms. “Bye, Jerry.” She mumbles, letting out a yawn in the process. You walk her over to the car and sit her into her booster seat, clicking it in and then shutting the door. Abby and Jerry are stood at the front door chatting, when he motions for you to come over.

“Thank you for coming over Y/n and bringing sweet Lila, you raised an angel.” He smiles, playing with the hair on his chin. You warm up at the compliment and offer him a genuine smile.

“Thank you Jerry for having us, and for the food and cake.” Abby pulls you closer into her and smiles down at her dad. “Alright dad, we’re going to head Lila’s done for the day.” She takes the box of cake from his hands and hands you the car keys. “Alright goodnight you two and happy birthday again Abs.”

The drive back home is quiet, the car being filled with only sounds of the heater blaring and Lila’s soft snores. Abby has her hand on your thigh the whole way home as you drive, not daring to let go. The two of you basking in the silence. As you’re making a left turn, she gives your thigh two small squeezes causing you to look at her. She gives you a loving smile and then rubs you softly. She didn’t have to verbally say it but you knew it was another apology, no matter how many times you’d forgiven her, she still felt responsible for the fight and she wasn’t going to stop atoning for her mistakes until she felt her forgiveness was truly earned.

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Despite her protests, you’d managed to get Lila into the bath once the three of you had arrived back home. She whined and whined but you knew if she didn’t have her bath she would get restless at night. Once bath-time was over, you’d taken her into her room, read her a story from the array that were shelved in her bookcase and then proceeded to read.

“Mommy stop.” You were mid-way through a sentence when she’d lifted her sleepy head to stop you from continuing.

“What’s wrong baby?” You question as you drop the book into your lap.

“There’s two characters, and you’re not doing Mr. Flippers voice right. Can Abby come read that part?” She asks, genuine concern over the inadequacy of your impression. You call out to Abby, who was in your bedroom and she immediately made her way to the Lila’s room.

“Everything ok?” She asks, her hair wet from the shower she’d just taken, clad in an oversized hockey tee shirt and plaid pyjama pants.

“Can you help mommy read to me?” Lila looks up from the tucked in cover of her quilt.

“Really?” Abby asks a grin coating her face and Lila nods adamantly. The five year old falls asleep not even half-way through the book. Her head resting on her little pillow, hands tucked under her cheeks.

You kiss her goodnight as Abby switches on her nightlight, the two of you exiting the room.

“She asked me to read her a bedtime story.” Abby smiles down at you and you grin widely, nodding your head. The two of you make your way into the bedroom.

-

“So, how’s 26 treating you so far? You ask her as you straddle her waist, her arms immediately grabbing onto your hips and squeezing tightly.

“Pretty good, though I know a way that could make it great” She smiles at you, her fingers grabbing the hem of your pyjama shirt and lifting it over your head.

“Mhm, what may that be?” You lift yourself off her thighs and shimmy your way out of your pyjama shorts and underwear. She immediately pulls you back down to straddle her when you’re interrupted by your phone ringing on the bedside table. Abby’s let’s go of you waist but you continue.

“Just ignore it.” You mumble as the two of you come together in a kiss. You’re grinding against her in tandem as she sloppily kisses down your neck, making her way to your chest, when the phone begins to ring again.

“Just take it, baby” She sits back against the headboard and you un-straddle her. You reach over to your phone, and to your surprise the contact reads Joel. You’re taken aback, seeing as Joel never called you this late at night, ever.

“Hello?” You hold the phone close to your ear, as you fidget with the comforter. Abby’s warm hands stroking your back rhythmically.

“Are you on your own right now, where’s Lila?” He questions and you’re taken aback by his forward ness.

“I’m with Abby, Lila’s asleep. Joel what’s going on?”

“Y/n, you need to get down to the Oakwood Hospital right now, it’s Ellie.”

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[anemoxlys]

Harwin Strong x reader drabble

Word count: 804 

Spoilers for episode 3 of house of the dragon (it follows the same plot but with reader over Rhaenyra.

This can be viewed as a stand alone but I may write a continuation, following the plot of episode 4 as well.

“One of you must marry Jason Lannister, and if it is not my eldest then my youngest daughter will pick up the slack.” Viserys hissed, releasing your arm from his grasp. At that stage, your sister stormed out of the obnoxiously large tent, leaving you alone. “Is that all I am for father, to pick up Rhaenyra’s remains?” You asked, preventing him from leaving. “If that is what’s required.” He returned, his voice devoid of any sympathy. You too stormed out of the tent upon hearing your father’s response only to find your horse missing. 

“Lady!” You heard the grating voice of Jason Lannister call as he ran over to you. “Lord Lannister.” You replied through gritted teeth. “I believe you will be overjoyed to hear of the plans to build a dragon pit in Lannisport, that way our children may have dragons of their own.” He announced, clearly overjoyed. “That, my lord, entirely depends on my acceptance of your proposal.” You shot back. “You mean your father, the king’s, acceptance of my proposal.” Jason Lannister continued, clearly not getting the hint to remain silent. “Good day my lord.” You hissed, storming off in the opposite direction, wholly unaware of a pair of brown eyes tracking your movements.

You walked for quite a while, eventually finding yourself in a woodland clearing where you sat against one of the larger trees. It was then that tears found you. “Princess?” You heard a voice ask after a few minutes of peaceful solitude. “Ser.” You replied, not bothering to look up. “Would you like an escort back to the hunt, I am sure your father is concerned with your whereabouts.” The voice continued, causing you to look up at the man speaking. “Ser Harwin, I am very content remaining here. If you wish to join me, do so, if not farewell.” You replied, recognising the knight. “Very well princess.” He returned, removing the sword from around his waist as he sat down beside you. 

“Have you ever been betrothed?” You asked after a few moments of silence. “My father is not fond of betrothed marriages, he feels it takes away the joys of having a wife.” Harwin answered. “I envy you.” You sighed, leaning against the cold bark. “Is that why you’re out here princess?” He asked, genuine concern evident in the way he spoke. “My father intends to feed me Rhaenyra’s scraps, I am, if she does not, to wed Jason Lannister.” You muttered. There was a moment of silence before Harwin’s laughter echoed through the Godswood. You shot him a glare before he opened his mouth to speak, “You would eat him alive princess, I would pay to see a man that proud be finally humbled by someone far superior to him.” He chuckled as you too smiled at his words. “That man's pride has pride.” You agreed, leaning your head on Harwin's shoulder causing him to briefly tense before relaxing once more. “Ser Harwin, do you feel like camping?” You grinned.

“My princess, I must request we return to camp.” Harwin urged as you stoked the fire. “Why ser Harwin, do you believe yourself unfit to protect me from the pigs?” You teased, “Do not fear my lord I shall fight for us both.” You finished, turning to face the man who was currently skinning rabbits. “You are a very good huntsman, Ser Harwin.” You commented, staring probably too long at the way his arms moved. “Thank you princess, I have had many years of practice.” He smiled. 

When morning came, you and Harwin quickly made your way back to the camp so as to not miss the hunt, not that you would complain if you did. “It may not be white but she’s a big one.” An unfamiliar voice called as you silently walked behind your father towards the doe. As the king raised the spear you instinctively looked away as your face paled. The sounds that followed brought tears to your eyes as the doe began to screech in pain. “Father, I am returning to camp.” You murmured, turning around and walking quickly over to your horse before mounting and riding away, a hand over your mouth. 

“Why is it princess, I always seem to find you running away?” A familiar voice grinned. “Well, my lord Strong, why is it you always follow me?” You returned, a grin spreading across your face. “Maybe I just cannot bring myself to be without such a view princess.” He grinned back, chuckling slightly as blood rushed to your cheeks. “You are not such a bad view yourself ser Harwin.” You replied, a genuine smile coming to your lips. You paused for a moment before speaking once again, “I do not think I would mind a betrothal if you were the other half my lord Strong.”

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[axailslink]

"You deserve someone who will fight for you not throw you into the fight"

Jamie x FEM reader

Part 2

Warning: ⚠️ violence lots of violence and the reader does kind of flaunt herself at some guy to get some rolling paper also lots of cursing⚠️

Summary: Leanne's words have a big impact on you and Jamie's relationship but instead of tearing you apart it brings you together. Leanne also finally gets what's coming to her.

Jamie had been quiet the rest of the day avoiding everyone she locked her door and you just couldn't take it anymore you hated being ignored by her. So you did what you had to do you climbed to her window and knocked she looks at you cigarette in hand "you don't stop do you?" She asks as she opens the window "I will not be ignored especially by you" you climb through the window and fall on the floor she holds back a laugh. "So the adults decided we shouldn't see each other at all they're checking rooms every hour it's not safe for you to be sneaking in." you smile to yourself then grab her hand "than let's sneak out forget Leanne forget the adults come with me I want to properly apologize I saw how upset you were yet I kept engaging her." She sighs and turns around "I really don't want to talk about her right now she called you a snake she thinks you're just trying to get in my pants... Are you?" You pause and let go of her hands for a moment "you think that?" You're not going to lie you hate how deep Leanne's words could get to her. "No Jamie I genuinely like you do you think when I kiss you I'm thinking about sex? What about when my hands are in yours? Even when we're having sex I'm not thinking about sex I'm thinking about you." You take a deep breath to keep the tears at bay you hate how hurt you were. "Is that all you think about when we kiss?" You ask her and she swallows the lump in her throat "no I just was curious is all" you grab her by her face and press a kiss to her forehead. "Stop letting her in your head she'll ruin us. I don't want that in the fucked up situation we're in you're all I got you understand?" She nods and you sigh. "You deserve someone that will fight for you not throw you into the fight... I will fight for you."

A knock to the door causes you both to jump "shit" you both say in sync she grabs her hoodie and jumps out the window first. "Jamie we've told you you can't lock doors anymore!" You can hear Kate yell on the other end of the door "sorry Kate I'm a bit of a bad influence!" You yell back before following her out the window and she helps you down "you are such a bad influence" you smile to yourself "you're not so bad yourself come on I need some more weed I've got someone waiting on me." You grab her hand and lead her away from the house.

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Leanne just couldn't bring herself to come to terms with the fact that Jamie wasn't under her control anymore. The power balance kept her manipulated but you man you changed her made her think she was worth something and could do something more with herself. That was fucking annoying. "What if she was just gone?" She mumbles to herself Jamie would just come running back to her all heartbroken and sad... That wasn't true old Jamie would go running back in a heart beat. New Jamie? She would go to jail for you and deep down she knows that that's why you've got to go. She gets up and repeatedly mumbles to herself "she's got to fucking go" she grabs the rubbing alcohol off her desk, a lighter, and silk shirt. You hadn't left the room all day well from what she knew she watches your door like a hawk. No one questioned her they knew better than to she soaks the silk shirt in alcohol and stuffs it under your door before grabbing a knife and carefully taking off the door handle. Earlier you announced to the whole house you were taking a nap she hated she couldn't see you struggle but she couldn't be at the crime scene when it all went down so she went out leaving the fire to do its job...to burn.

Meanwhile you and Jamie were too busy stealing snacks you stand in front of the cashier and smile politely "would you mind giving me a pack of rolling paper behind you?" The main glances you up and down "how old are you?" You smile and push yourself against the counter "does it really matter most people don't care...do you care?" He smiles and looks you up and down before handing you the rolling paper you pay for it and smile "thank you." Jamie strikes out running and you follow quickly behind her picking up anything she drops the man quickly notices he's been distracted and you grab a brick throwing it him "fucking perv! Follow us and I'll tell the cops you were trying to touch me!" When you and Jamie hit the corner she drops the snacks and pulls you into a kiss you hum and smile. "You didn't have to throw a brick at him" you look her up and down and laugh "yes I did the guys obviously a fucking perv it should have hit him" she smiles at you and shakes her head "c'mon we've got the weed and the snacks let's go to that place you like." She freezes up momentarily before relaxing "where Leanne used to take me?" You look at her and caress her face with your free hand "fuck Leanne" she smiles at you again "hm?" She nods before hesitantly saying it back "fuck Leanne" she says back before kissing you again. It was like saying I love you without actually saying I love you.

She scoops the snacks into her jacket and leads the way causing you to smile at her and then to yourself. "Would you let me cut your hair?" She glances at you as you two walk "what's wrong with my hair?" You laugh "I didn't say anything was wrong with it it seems like you had a cut in the back I know a little something about hair when we get back we'll ask for permission and I'll cut your hair." She smiles and shakes head "you gone make me go to church" you give her a real genuine laugh this time "I'm that sweet? You got to pray?" She nods "yes you really are I feel like I should yell at the sky and like thank the Gods for someone who's finally as good to me as I am to them." You weren't expecting so much emotion to be in her words so you stare forward and nod "yeah I feel the same honestly."

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You two are like magnets you can't stay away from each other you're constantly shotgunning into her mouth and grinding on her as the music plays in the background. You two are so into each other you don't notice Leanne eyeing you shit to be honest you both didn't even notice she was there why? Because fuck Leanne right now it was only you two. That's all that matters was the way she looks at you and the way you look at her.

She should have known you weren't in your rooms but what did it matter now you had nowhere to go anywhere to sleep so she was satisfied. "We should get back it's late and I don't like to be out when I'm high I be tripping" she nods and grabs your hand leading you out of the place. When you both arrive back home you're surprised to see the fire truck leaving. Immediately both of your highs are blown you're just staring confused before Jamie asks "babe am I tripping or is it only your room that looks like it got set on fire?" You breathe in deeply trying to calm yourself trying not to jump to conclusions maybe you set a candle for too long or set something off before you left... Yeah calming down wasn't gone work you are fucking fuming. "Jamie you think Leanne's bitch ass is crazy enough to try and set me on fire?" You stomp past everyone pushing anyone in your way "Leanne come on out bitch come on! Where you at don't hide!" You run to the kitchen and grab a knife Jamie immediately grabs your hand "Jamie let me go imma kill her I believe in hitting a bitch where it hurts you know a knife really fucking hurts!" Jamie shakes her head no "no no Y/n no" Kate runs into the kitchen after you both "the next person to try and grab me I'm gone stab first I ain't gone say fucking sorry either!" Kate stands at bay but she can the seriousness in your eyes however Jamie doesn't let go "Y/n please you look at her yes enough and groan dropping the knife on the floor. "I don't need a knife to kill the bitch she thinks she's bad because she done been to jail! Baby she ain't the only one!" You grab the rubbing alcohol that's just sitting on the table and cover your shoes in it. Jamie has no idea why but she's concerned as she grabs the alcohol from you.

As if you manifested her she walks in the house with the biggest smile on her face and you nod "oh you proud huh? Well let me just say some before I knock yo bitch ass off your feet-" you grab the toaster yanking it from the wall and smile at her "guess what? To answer that question earlier today I do like the way Jamie tastes and trusts me it's the same for her you can't treat her like you do anymore because baby I'm here and I ain't going nowhere!"

You can see her smile drop as you continue smiling you get no reply and you take that as your cue to end it all you run towards her without thinking for another second bashing her head in with the toaster over and over again she blocks enough where you just get tired and drop it you get up "what!? I ain't finished get up!" She stays on the floor trying to block whatever is to come next you laugh and start stomping the shit out of her. Her head constantly hitting the wall behind it you feel a pair of strong arms grab you off of her "nah what y'all grabbing me for? She the one acting crazy I'm just finishing the fucking job! C'mon bitch they holding me back! You bad? You bad? At least get a few licks in! You was in jail for what a month at best? Oh I'm sorry I meant a girls facility try a year in a real jail house you don't know shit about no jail!"

Everyone was confused as fuck Jamie wanted to be the one to grab you but with the amount of power you was hitting her with she wasn't going to take that chance. Kate knew better she didn't move...

No one called the cops as the night went on why? Leanne was already wanted for arson why get her in more trouble? Well let's rephrase they didn't call the cops you did as you splashed rubbing alcohol on her "I hope that stings" she let's them take her willingly when one of the cops questioned the bruises Jamie answered "she likes to fight a lot" the cop glances at your hand and you cock your head "yes officer?" "Did you cause those bruises?" You shake your head "no officer ask Leanne I'm sure she would say no too." Of course Leanne would say no if you were to both be charged she wouldn't be safe at all because you'd go to the same girls facility and you'd just beat her ass again but no one would stop you and you damn sure wouldn't stop yourself.

Jamie doesn't know how to feel she wants to be mad at you but when you smile at her wrap your bruised hands around her waist she can't help but smile "like I said I'll fight for you she'll throw you into the fight remember that" you gently kiss her lips so gentle it was as if you didn't just go all apeshit on Leanne. "You got choir practice tomorrow night" you remind her and she just breaks down into laughter "what?" "I don't see how you can't switch like that you just pulled out a street fighter move on my ex best friend and now you're reminding me about choir practice?" You shrug and smile "I got my priorities in check you are my top one."

For the first time you don't sneak in her room you sleep in her bed without hiding under the covers in case someone comes in you don't care and neither does she. No one says anything to you but truly everyone was terrified you were soft spoken and you still are but a soft spoken person doesn't mean a soft handed person.

A/n: not even gone lie I haven't written something like this in a little minute Y/n had to pull the old school out on her ass with rubbing alcohol (this unedited don't judge me.)

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[666writingcafe]

Do Not Eat

MC

"So, we've finally made it to level four," Solomon announces. "If we can just make it through this section, we'll be at the chamber with the candles."

"I can't believe we have to deal with this now," Belphie complains. "After we've come all this way, it's just wrong."

I'll give you this, Thirteen: you're awfully clever.

We're currently in a cafeteria, staring at the feast laid out on one of the tables.

I have no idea what you mean. I put this level together at the last minute, so it's not my best work.

Right. She doesn't know about the other brothers' sins.

So, you remember me mentioning that Mammon's the Avatar of Greed?

Yes...

Beelzebub is the Avatar of Gluttony. Furthermore, he's the reason why we're even in your cave in the first place.

Is something wrong with his candle?

Is she serious right now?

No. She's got to be playing dumb. There's no way she doesn't know.

He broke your vase.

Which one? I've made several.

It was red and black. It sat in the music room at the House of Lamentation.

WHAT?!

Great. I've pissed her off. Thankfully, Beel directs us to leave the cafeteria and go to the next room, so that allows some time for Thirteen to cool off.

Unfortunately, instead of the chamber, we wind up in a restaurant, where there's even more food. As Beel lists off the different dishes that he sees, I decide to resume my conversation with her.

Was it a special vase?

MC, I made that for Lucifer. It was one of the last things I gifted him before we broke up. I can't believe he kept it for this long.

She honestly sounds like she's holding back tears.

I'm sorry, Thirteen. I had no idea it had that much sentimental value.

I still care about him. Lucifer may have his flaws, but he's genuinely a good person. I knew he was going through a lot of pain, and I tried to help him the best way I could.

By distracting him.

Sometimes. There were nights where we would just talk. From what he told me, the Celestial Realm was not kind to him.

Interesting. Lucifer didn't mention that at all. Perhaps he was too embarrassed to admit he was that open with someone. His pride does get in the way of his other emotions, after all.

This might sound like a weird question, and you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but if you had the opportunity, would you rekindle your relationship with Lucifer?

Not romantically, no. I might try to build a friendship with him, but only if he'd let me get that close to him again, which is unlikely.

But not impossible.

"Look, Beel, there's another door right over there!" Belphie exclaims. "I bet it leads to the chamber with the candles!" He practically runs over to the double doors and swings them open, revealing...

Fuck.

Are you serious, Thirteen?!

Look, I had no idea the Avatar of Gluttony was going to visit when I created this, okay?! I just wanted to make the last level difficult for weary travelers, that's all.

You have to agree that having THREE ROOMS dedicated to housing spreads of food is overkill.

Well, it's not like you were alive when I began construction, so I couldn't exactly reach out and consult you.

He can't succumb to the temptation. I won't allow that to happen.

And what are you gonna do, MC? Do you even have it in you to break the rules?

Yes.

You wouldn't dare.

Watch me.

Right as I step towards the rather ornate dining table, Belphie practically lunges at it, snatches an apple off one of the centerpieces, and takes a huge bite out of it.

"Belphie!" Beel yells, but it's too late; his twin has transformed into a Little D.

"This is my fault--"

"No," Belphie interrupts. "You resisting the urge to eat is the same as me fighting the urge to sleep, and I didn't want to watch you having to endure that kind of struggle any longer. Besides, the reaper already has an axe to grind with you. If you were to break one of the rules here, who knows what would happen to you?"

Silence.

Beel scoops Belphie up in his arms, and everyone walks to the other side of the room, where a dark wooden door awaits us.

Well, almost everyone. I feel myself getting pulled back from the others.

"MC." Oh. It's Lucifer. It's the first time we've spoken since the first level.

"Yes?"

"How long has she been in there?" Shit. My eyes must have changed color during my argument with Thirteen.

"Since the moment we arrived at the cave." Lucifer closes his eyes and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Give me your hand." Confused but not wanting to upset him any more than I've seemed to, I do as he asks.

"This is your only warning: if you make them do anything that harms their well-being, I will make you regret the day you took your position." Oh. He's talking to Thirteen.

Fair.

"That's all you have to say?" Lucifer sounds incredulous.

Yes, that's all I have to say. God, Lucifer, you act like I want to make you suffer.

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Queen

Word Count: 412 Prompt: Other Digi - Er, Kemonogami Featured Characters: Palmon, Biyomon, Patamon, Jijimon (á la Part 4) A/N: Say what you will about Part 4, or the game in general, but the scenes at the amusement park with these three Digimon made me laugh so hard when I first played through them. There's nothing quite like any version of the Three Stooges, even as genuine as these three. This isn't a very serious drabble at all; please take it as a bit of comedy and appreciation for probably the best comedic aspect of the game. @surviveweek

"Those humans are scary," Patamon said, a slight wheeze in its breath as it tried to recover from their retreat. "Maybe we should let Her Majesty handle them?"

"They're no match for her!" Biymon protested, lifting its wings vehemently. "We shouldn't bother her with such a trivial matter."

"We'll have to go back. We've barely begun to fight," Palmon said, a determined look on its face. "If it's for Her Majesty, we can do it!"

Patamon straightened, flexing its paws. "Then let's go chase those intruders away."

Or so they thought.

Not ten minutes later, they were catching their breath again. Those kidnappers were more powerful than they had anticipated. Once again, they were at a loss with how to take care of these intruders. Also, it was becoming embarrassing how easily they were defeated. (Never mind that they had barely used their attacks to fight the angry blond.)

"Perhaps we should tell Her Majesty about them," Biyomon warbled, its breath whistling through its beak.

Patamon sniffed. "Arukenimon sure knows how to pick strong servants."

"Her Majesty could definitely take them," Palmon said thoughtfully. "But I think we should keep fighting them back. We don't want them to find her." It nodded. "Besides, Her Majesty ordered us to eliminate any threats."

"I guess," Biyomon and Patamon mumbled. They didn't seem very convinced.

They were right.

Frankly, this was just humiliating. Patamon looked to be on the verge of tears, and Biyomon didn't seem much happier with these futile attempts to stop the kidnappers. Palmon was just angry.

"We will stop them from reaching Her Majesty. It's our solemn duty to protect her," it announced, pointing up at the castle where the queen resided. "She's counting on us!"

Somehow, that rallied Patamon and Biyomon's fighting spirits. "Yeah!"

From behind a tree, Jijimon chuckled. "Those youngsters sure have a lot of energy," it mused, stroking its beard. "But so loyal to that human child." Another chuckle left the mound of hair that made up its face. "Well, they seem to be having fun. Now what to do about those other children who have come here… Hm…"

It wandered off toward the castle, just in case the other humans landed themselves in a precarious position due to the queen's determination to remain in the park. Not that it could fault her in the slightest.

Knowing what it did about the way human children were often treated in this world, it couldn't blame her at all.

[helluvatired]

my predictions for hazbin season finale

(keep in mind that this is all just speculation and analysis, so i can be totally wrong in the end lol)

starting with the scenes in the order of the trailer, this is when chaggie have already reconciled, so it's probably the end of ep 7 or the first part of ep 8

and all the windows and doors are nailed down, so they are probably preparing for extermination

i really think this scene will be the end of a song, because it looks a lot like

in this scene we have the characters ready to fight, and everyone seems to have a piece of the exorcists' weapon. alastor must have finally said that it is possible to kill an exorcist

these people in the background could be people who heard charlie's announcement or just the cannibals from cannibal town (i talk more about this below)

and most likely it's cherri on the left too!!

now angel has a new outfit, but it's all ripped (he looks like he's wearing a cropped lmao)

and he's wearing the same hat as in the prequel! so i think he will have more development too (or at least more backstory)

now going back to the ripped clothes, i can think of three options:

he had his clothes ripped in battle

valentino

(what i most want to happen please please) angel will have a moment similar to fizz

in the next scene charlie is with alastor's mic, probably to make an announcement in the cannibal town (this scene in the future shows that it is the same scenario and alastor is singing with charlie (and rosie!!)) so this would be after alastor reveals that he knows exorcists can be killed

in this scene, many were thinking (including me) that this scene would take place at a time when angel had a relapse or when she discovered the complete truth about valentino, but seeing it now i think that would be unlikely because we only have 2 more episodes and we need to talk about how carmilla killed an exorcist; vaggie is an exorcist; tell this to the rest of the cast; the extermination

i watched this at minimum speed and there is a frame where she is smiling before crying, so my guess is that this was right after they came back from heaven

charlie is happy and proud of them but remembers everything that happened in heaven and breaks down in tears, without any hope

the next scene is vox, i think he is safe as he watches the hotel on the day of the extermination

this scene can be either a battle scene or a training scene

by the way, i want so much this verse to be a foreshadowing. may vaggie have her revenge

the next scene is this, chaggie painting a wall

this could be either the present where they have already reconciled or the past (i really would prefer this because i want more flashbacks) where they are cleaning up the hotel for the first time

but anyway, this scene is definitely them cleaning up the hotel, we just don't know if it's the first or second time

and if it is the second time, this opens up questions, because in the series it was alastor who repaired the hotel

and speaking of the devil, here he is. he is defending the hotel once again probably on the day of the extermination

and now we have adam ready to punch someone!

i don't think lute or adam are going to die, actually i can't even say if it's because i genuinely don't think so or because i just don't want them to die lol

they were cool antagonists, and i feel like they still have potential, maybe they would fall or come back even stronger in the second season

so about adam, i honestly don't know if we're going to have an epic battle with adam with the other exorcists. like, i hope we do! but adam seems to be too cowardly to fight a fight that he knows he could risk dying, that's why he didn't want to go down to hell when one of the exorcists was killed for the first time

but i hope we at least have a fight with some unnamed exorcists!!

ok, so i think that covers everything, i think i'm done

...

oh...

OH.

so viv dropped this bomb on Q&A (it's on her channel!) and now i'm going to make my speculations about who might not die (considering it will be a permanent death)

charlie - the protagonist

vaggie - the protagonist's girlfriend, they just had a fight and made up, i don't think what this death will contribute to the plot

angel and husk - it's been confirmed that they are slow burn, so yeah, they can't be a couple if one is dead

niffty and sir pentious - they are the funny characters, they are good to break the ice when some scenes are too heavy. once again i don't think what this death will contribute to the plot

alastor - he is one of the biggest antagonists, he still has so much potential and mystery to be solved

cherri - she still has so much to work on herself, it wouldn't make sense to kill her without any development

lucifer - while i think he might die in later seasons, i don't think it makes sense for him to die now, he's barely reconnected with his daughter again, and is it time for him to die?there are still things to be explored, like his circus and his wife for example

the Vs - it doesn't make sense for them to die now if they were barely introduced, there are still more things that can be explored

carmilla - although i can see it happening, i really hope not, it seems too soon to me. again, she still has a lot of things that can be explored, like her backstory or how she killed the exorcist

now it's time for my speculation about who will die: one of charlie's pets

looking at the cards, we have one of razzle and dazzle as giants, most likely defending the hotel, perhaps one or both of them will be seriously injured

but my bet is on keekee

keekee is the hotel key, and some of the cards shows what will happen to the hotel, it will be destroyed

(unless this destruction is when the guys who were after mimzy attacked)

and apparently the hotel is going to have a big renovation too??

by the way while i was looking for the cards i saw that charlie's pitchfork hadn't been shown yet, so maybe it can make an appearance in the season finale??

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Could we work? pt 8

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Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!reader

Summary: When billy rolls into town and all the girls are falling at his feet…… why won’t she?

Warning: Cussing, sexual comments, harassment, billy being well billy.

A/n: I will be posting a part Five to this, Please be sure to leave me some feedback, a follow and a reblog.  But please enjoy. Please be sure to let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part!  Please THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES!!!

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Word count: 625

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“So you didn’t invite me here to hook up?” He asked, I laughed so hard. He looked a little confused and leaned back in realization, I laughed so hard I had tears coming out of my eyes. 

“It's not funny” He insisted, I calmed down taking a deep breath and smiling at him.

“Babes, I’m a virgin. I plan to keep my v-card until I meet my mister right. No offense, I’m sure there a plenty of other girls who would ride you like a pole. But I am not one of them, you may have a pretty face but it's going to take more for me” I responded, he looked a little taken back and chuckled.

“Come on don’t be like that. I’ll tell you what, you can stay the night. Just don’t try anything slick” I said, he laughed and pulled off his jacket. 

“Okay, since you offered. But come honestly, would you date me?” He inquired of me, I was quiet for a minute.

“I mean I-“ I cut him off 

“Yeah, but you never asked me on a date. My Idea of dating may be a lot more tied down than yours, I want my boyfriend to be all about me, and untouchable by other girls. He should be able to talk to me about anything that he’s going through, I want them to know, I’ll fight for them. As long as they’re only Mine” I responded, he raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Then will you go on a date with me tomorrow evening?” He questioned, I thought about it for a second and I acted forlorn like I was going to reject him.

“Well Billy, the thing is sure I’ll go on a date with you.” I announced, his face was showing that he was going through the motions. I chuckled and turned my attention back to the movie on the screen.

“Ok tell me, what do you like to eat?” He implored

“Well, I don’t eat burgers or steak. But everything else is free range, I mostly eat food from my culture though. So surprise me” I answered, he nodded and thought for a bit. He bit his lip in thought before hissing at the pain, I sighed and pulled back out my first aid kit.

“You have to be careful, try not to bite on your lips.” I spoke as I walked over to him. I sat back on his lap and started to reapply the antiseptic to his lip, his hands were back to holding my waist. 

“You really didn’t invite me here to hook up?” He asked again, I rolled my eyes and look him in the eyes.

“Billy Hargrove, I did not invite you here to hook up.” I assured him, his eyes raking over my body and back up to meet mine.

“Ok, well most of the time girls just want to use me. They like the way I make their legs shake” He voiced, I laughed and he rolled his eyes.

“Billy, by what I’m feeling under my thigh. I don’t doubt what you’re telling me, but I don’t want to use you. I think that you can be a genuine gentleman when you want to be, you have shown me nothing but kindness and gentleness so far. Even though I’ve seen how you can be very mean and rough to other people, I don’t want to use you. I want you to be able to feel comfortable with me, to talk with me, I’m not here to judge you or to make you feel as if you’re any less of a person.” I affirmed, he seemed quite taken aback. I stood up putting my kit away again and laid down in bed.

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