#then I wouldn't think twice and just run out of the house without looking back.

[mrsllyziy]

Ediths stronger than me bc I would NEVER go alone to a house where everyone who lived in it is dead

like look at this nah id run away

[jybyls]

Soft spot || J.O

Masterlist

Request by anonymous here

Warnings: Fluff, bad writing, and hella short.

Words: 620~

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"Jenna, come on !" Aliyah, Jenna's sister begged her. "I said no Aliyah, we are not going out shopping." Jenna said sternly, "I have work to finish, I can't go out now. Maybe later." She focused back on her work, Aliyah on her side sighed, dropping on the bed. She was about to open her mouth again to speak, but-

"Jenna, my love !" You came in the room, running like a child on ecstasy. "Can we go out ? Please ?" Jenna didn't even think twice before getting up and taking her jacket. "Yeah, let's go." You smiled and held out your hand for her. "Wait, what ?! You just said you wouldn't go out because you have work ! Why did you say yes to her ??" Aliyah stormed out, "Because she's different." Jenna answered nonchalantly and walked out of the room with you, heading outside, leaving Aliyah completely dumbfounded and offended.

But she needed to know if she was the only one who got dumbed by Jenna because you existed.

"Hey, mom ? Did Jenna already disagree on something but immediately changed her mind when y/n said the opposite ?" Her mom scoffed like it was the most stupid question her daughter could ask. "Of course. That's a daily thing. She's far too obsessed with that woman to not do what she asks." She then asked. "Why ?" She dramatically sighed before speaking up. "Because she told me she couldn't go today, but then y/n came into the room asking if Jenna could go out with her, and she said yes without hesitation." The older woman laughed. "Yeah, sounds like Jenna."

Yeah, it did sound like Jenna because it was totally her. She adores you, and she's not ashamed about it. She always claimed to be your biggest supporter, and she wasn't wrong about that. Saying she has a soft spot for you wasn't even enough. For example, one day this happened:

"Hey, Jenna ? Do you want to play Ninja ?" Emma asked. They were waiting in between scenes. She wanted to kill time, but Jenna was too tired to even get up. "No, not now. We can talk, tho." She politely denied her friend's request. The blue-eyed girl was about to agree and sit next to the brown eyed one, but your voice stopped her in her mouvement. "I could play Ninja with you, Em." Emma's smile picked up. You both got in place and were about to start playing before Jenna stood up and placed herself next to you.

Emma looked at Jenna in disbelief, "Are you kidding me ?" She playfully said, looking at her with a 'Are you being dead ass right now ?' Look in her eyes. "What are you waiting for, Myers ? Let's play." Jenna sarcastically answered, a small smirk of satisfaction appeared on her face. The taller girl rolled her eyes but got back in place for the game. It ended up with you and Jenna ganging up against Emma, then Jenna letting you win.

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This girl is down bad for you, and everyone knows it.

If someone want Jenna to do something or go somewhere, they just had to say, 'Y/n will be there.' or 'Y/n would like this.' Basically, they just need to say your name, and Jenna is up and ready to go. You have some sort of power over her that makes her turn into the biggest softie, and she's not complaining about it.

She always lets herself rambles about you and God the stars in her eyes when she talks how danced around the house after a burst of energy ? Unbelievable. She has a whole galaxy in those big brown doe eyes of hers when her mind thinks of you, which is constantly.

She adores you, and she's not scared to show it.

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A/n: Hey, so sorry for whatever this is. Better fics are coming up, I promise !

[running-with-kn1ves]

MASKED INTRUDER PT 3 I BEGGGGG, ugh, clingy inexperienced yandere + language barrier + overeager and aggressive + needy needy needy, He is perfect! Honestly i had a spiral and came straight here to read my comfort fics and i forgot how much i loved that one 🥺 leooooo

A/N: Still not sure what I should do about Leo's origins; I've had some thoughts but nothing really planned out. Anyway thank you lots anon!

Here's Pt. 1 and Pt. 2 Word count: 2400

TW: Possessiveness, jealousy, threats of murder, razor blades, average creepy dude living in your walls behavior

Synopsis: An unexpected guest comes over, causing chaos to ensue.

The sensation of soap under your fingernails and warm water running down your forearms was one of comfort that you openly welcomed. You couldn't remember the last time you took a bath, and you could hardly count this bathing of your 'roommate' as a bath of your own.

But with your shirt soaked and your forehead damp, you finally had what could be mildly considered a clean version of Leo.

He begrudgingly sat on the cool tile floor, allowing you to ruffle his hair with a bath towel (which was really a poor attempt to manage the mess of loose, lengthy curls on his scalp.) He needed a haircut for sure, but you couldn't muster up the courage to put the scissors to his head. 

Getting him out of the house to an haircut appointment would never happen. To say he was agoraphobic was a complete understatement-- he abhorred the outside world. You sometimes think about what would've happened If you hadn't taken pity on him, allowing him to continue to find refuge in your tiny home. Or, was it perhaps he was allowing you? Until, he found that you wouldn't suffice as a worthy roomate any longer, disposing of you like he could've done to whoever originally owned this home. The mystery surrounding his origin that he seemed to completely ignore answering on still made you… cautious.  

He still felt like an extension of the house; the smell of its creaky, rotting walls, still always clinging to him-- even now, after you scrubbed him down from head to toe twice. 

You grunted as you roughly tugged his head back and forth to rub the remaining water away. Unfortunately, that left you with a frizzy Leo with more hair spun out of control than you knew what to do with. 

He blindly searched for the towel behind him without turning his head, yanking it away when he felt it in his fingers. 

"Do it myself…" he mumbled croakily, like a rusted music box. 

"Alright." You said, slightly offended. You held your hands in front of you dramatically, watching Leo wrap himself with the towel.

He looked so frail like this, on the bathroom floor with his knees pulled up to his chest. His scrawny frame hardly gave him any weight either, even if he was above six foot. You wondered if he really could hurt you, if-- he ever had the urge, to stab you with the rusty razor blade you watched him grip after he came out of the walls once company left. 

How long would it be? Until he snapped,  until one argument was just too much, and you were no longer his favorite person in the world. Tonight was one of those nights, where you imagined yourself bleeding out on the floor, Leo standing above you with that blade, or perhaps a knife from the kitchen-- the one you noticed had gone missing a few days prior.

Your fear wasn't out of place despite how many times you tried to rationalize how stupid it was. 

Several hours earlier, before Leo was as clean as he was now, you had a guest over. 

It was an old university friend, a guy you met in your first year during some odd end prerequisite or math class-- You couldn't remember. But it didn't matter, at least not to Leo. 

The moment the "intruder" sat down, you heard Leo's presence shift behind him. You could see his black eyes peering in and out of the holes in the dining room, sounds of his sporadic shuffling echoing throughout the house. You cringed everytime your friend looked up and around himself in confusion, curious of the noise. 

"It's just rats," you cover, kicking the wall behind you with a force that should've knocked down the drywall. The sound of Leo letting out a thump of retaliation nearly made your smile crack.

 You had rescued your university pal several times over the course of that night, finding the dead bugs in his drink before he could've noticed, and shutting Leo back into his hiding spots anytime you saw his hand or leg peek through, when he occasionally got the courage to try and dispose of the 'threat.'

It wasn't until your guest had asked to use the bathroom however, that Leo managed to gain a win. Cursing and yelling from the locked door made you panic, the few minutes of silence in the living room having seemingly tricked you of peace. You should’ve known that silence never meant a good thing. 

Sprinting to the bathroom, you got there in time to find your old friend covered head to do in dust and dirt, the bathroom vent still emitting a cloud of grey. Dust fell from the vent, spraying with the blow of the air conditioning. 

"Stop!" You screamed, kicking the back of the bathroom wall multiple times in retaliation. The dust immediately lessened, flecks still falling into your hair. You grunted and cursed, seeing the disaster your bathroom had become and the filth your friend was left in. 

It was safe to say you escorted him quickly out thereafter, blaming the “malfunction” on your worse for wear vent ducts. His confused expression lingered as you walked him out the door. Your horrible cover ups had you questioning whether or not he was convinced but thankfully there seemed to be some sort of unspoken understanding-- maybe he knew you had to be going through something from how odd your behavior was all night-- or maybe it was just misplaced pity.

 Either way, you were relieved to watch him exit the door with a washcloth you knew you��d never get back, telling him to be safe on his way home with a wry smile. 

Shutting that door was the biggest relief ever. The last person you'd want to know about your odd roomate situation was one of the few people in the world who had preconceived standards of you. 

You had never worried about Leo when you had groups of friends over; he never dared to leave from his hiding spot when more than one foreign person entered the house. But this time, it had been a single unknown entity, and a male one at that. You felt the realization hit you directly in the gut as your back laid against that cool wooden door, the sounds of Leo leaving one of his more trickier, less clean hiding spots echoing in the house.

"Leo?" You called out, a slight inflection of annoyance in your voice. 

You watched him crawl out of the large vent in your hallway, the metal grate coming off as two dirty hands forced it to the floor. Leo shimmied his way out of the tiny crawlspace, clouds of dirt coming with him as his legs finally came free. 

Scrambling up, the male blew dust out of his mouth, wobbly getting to his feet. With a sly glare and a satisfied expression, Leo looked towards to you silently; smugly. 

Pinching his ear and dragging him to the bathtub had been your first approach at reprimanding him; but it had done nothing to deter him. Leos silentness and resentful, pouting face left you to scold a brick wall, his rigidness extending to his body's heavy limbs and sluggish pace. 

Even now while slowly rubbing the towel back and forth on his scalp, his face turned away defiantly. 

A quiet moment passed as you watched him scrub himself dry. 

"I just… I don't understand why you have to act this way." 

Leo stopped. His head had been hanging low, thin wrists resting on his knees as water droplets rolled down the ends of his hair. His hand-me-down stretched pajamas covered his chest and thighs. You never thought an old pair of basketball shorts and a faded grey shirt would look so good on him, but you couldn't help to linger on his fingers and the curve of his neck muscles. 

Without warning Leo stood up, pushing off the ground with one hand as he held the towel loosely in the other. 

"What're you doing?" You question.

He wouldn't face you; his mask prosthetic was left on the edge of the tub, and without it-- well, it was impossible to make eye contact with him.

Leo reached for the light witch next to the shut bathroom door, flipping it without a word.

As soon as you saw him pull the light switch the color drained from your face. 

You didn't speak, waiting in the dark to see what Leo's next move would be. Maybe he hid that Razor blade somewhere in his clothes, and was aiming it at you right this second. 

"If you're gonna--"

"Shh." A voice hushed. 

The warmth of flesh was pressed against your lips. It was a finger; hot breath fanned above you,  the finger on your lips turning to a hand that cupped your cheek. Your face was held so securely, being tipped upwards as he stood leering above you. The bathroom was quiet save for the dripping of the bath pipe, and Leo's heavy breathing. 

Leo reached for you, awkwardly climbing atop your lap. He stumbled at first, but the way he curled his arms around your back, you felt like you couldn't let him go.

His nose nestled into the crook of your neck, crumpling into you like an animal looking for warmth. 

"I don't share…Don't like it.." he mumbled.

"What?"

"Things, my things.." He started, the sounds of his labored breaths hitting your ear. "Don't like it when… strangers touch… my things."

"Wai--Leo!" 

You couldn't help but search for his eyes in the dark, doing a happy little wiggle with him in your arms.

"Your voice has improved so much!" You beamed. He hadn’t spoken since the incident, and before that-- well, it took a lot to get him where he was.

“See, I knew pushing you would pay off.” You beamed, gloating in the feeling of success after remembering all the painful vocabulary lessons and hours of his stubborn behavior when you refused to answer his nonverbal pleads. 

Leo’s quietness as you pinched his ear beneath his fluff of loose curls gave you time to snap back to reality-- remembering the words he just spoke. Leo basked in the praise, gripping onto your damp shirt as he ignored your change in expression. 

The obvious possessiveness made you nearly cringe; this is exactly what you were trying to avoid. 

“But Leo, I’m not just yours- I’m everybody’s. There are other people my time has to be shared with--”

You were cut off with the flick of an all too familiar razor blade, twirling in Leos fingers.

“Then….I’ll kill them.” 

“....Kill?”

Leo leaned up, bringing his face closer to yours than he’d ever done before.

“I… wanna kill. Him. Kill….all of them..” His eyes were wide in the dark, and you could see the faint outline of the scars running down his face. You stared hard into his eyes, witnessing the fear and paranoia in them. “They’ll take.. You away. He will.” His throat was getting raspier, more raw. 

“Leo, you know you can’t say things like that..” You softened. He sounded so small, you could hardly believe his words. But in the back of your mind, alarm bells and bright red warning signs were going off. 

You reached for his face, hoping to hold it in your hands, feel the warmth of his skin. But Leo stopped you, holding your wrists. He rejected you from touching his face, again; had things truly changed? Had you made any progress with him?

And like clockwork, Leo reached for his mask, by the bathtub, sitting comfortably on your lap as he faced you. 

He adjusted the prosthetic on his face, resting it snugly as the back clipped. 

“You really wanna stop me from kissing you that badly?” You joked. 

But then the mask was lifted, just slightly, as Leos lips came closer for yours. Now that you brought the idea up, he wouldn’t let it go. 

“Kiss..” He mumbled, trying to reach for your face.

“Ah ah,” You waved a finger at him. “Don’t think I’m going soft after what you just said.” Leo let you push your two fingers against his lips, puckering them. “We’ve talked about this; what did I say?”

“Killing is….it is,” 

“It’s wrong, Leo.” 

“Its.. wrong.” He whined, bringing your other hand to his chest. He didn’t want it to be wrong, he wanted you to let him run wild and do what he knew he needed to do--”

“Promise me, Leo.” You pulled your hand slightly away. “Promise me you won’t.. Hurt anyone. Okay?”

He went quiet, letting a small grunt out as you kept pulling away the longer he stayed quiet. 

“Say it.”

“Fine… okay.” He croaked. 

You went limp and let him hold you close to him, his face leaning close as he looked for your approval. 

“Kiss..?” He mumbled again, following where your head turned to catch your lips. 

“Only because you’re finally being good..” You let him grab your chin like a cat pawing at you, his other hand nestled into your hair. “But you really don’t deserve this, especially after toni--”

You were cut off with a hungry lick, Leo’s mouth twisting against yours as the mask bumped against your nose. He lifted it just a bit higher, concealing only half of his face as he leaned deeper into you. His mouth was as warm as usual, but you could feel his warn down jealousy still through the rush of his lips.You wondered if you should really be rewarding him now after all he tried to pull. 

 A guttural purr released from his throat when he broke free from your mouth with a huff, running his hand down your back. He tried to pull your hair out of your face with his free hand, leaning for another kiss. 

“Wait Leo,” You put a hand in front of your lips, the other out with your palm up. “Give it to me first.”

Leo let out a dramatic sigh. He sat for a moment, stubbornly waiting to see if you’d really push him or let it go. 

“Come on now,” You beckoned with your hand. 

Huffing with frustration, Leo took as slow as possible to pull the razor blade from his pants.

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗛𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚

　　　　　　　　　𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒔 x reader

SUMMARY: Where the hate that Y/N has been receiving on social media gets her on a path that she couldn't come back alone from.

WARNING: Eating disorder, dysmorphia, self-hatred, comparison. PLEASE read with caution!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Y/N was home alone for the second week in a row, and to say that things were easy would be a big lie. Her days were always the same: Spending hours doing different physical exercises and other hours reading the most horrible comments from Harry's fans.

She could never say they were bad people, after all they loved and cared about Harry, but there was something within the fandom against her, and she wondered if it was because she wasn't famous or because she wasn't thin.

Her heart told her that she shouldn't worry about it, there were sweet people who defended her and always presented proof of how much happier Harry seemed to be when with her, but her mind screamed that it was option two.

Hours of sleep were lost with Y/N ​​in front of the mirror, without any clothes and with her hair tied up, her dark eyes with big bags underneath wandering over every part of her body while her brain made records of absolutely all the negative parts.

To say that she wasn't in agony every time she saw an old article about Harry's exes or comments comparing them all to her was an understatement, she could only feel disgusted with herself and her body, while all her past traumas came back with full strength.

With Harry away it made it easier for her to do her fasting and her long hours of physical exercise, in addition to going days without ingesting anything more than one or two leaves of pure lettuce, and lots of water. The feeling of the cold water running through her body and reaching her empty stomach was pleasurable, and all she could think about was how thin she only felt when her stomach was empty.

And without even realizing it, her best friend became her scale, and her greatest partner became her seamstress' measuring tape. Y/N had even printed out some images of the body models she dreamed of having every day, and pasted each one of them in different corners of the house, especially in the kitchen, with strong messages full of triggers that made her think twice before opening the refrigerator or cupboard.

It wasn't surprising that she had an exaggerated reaction when she was told that Harry would have a week without shows, and that in that week he would return home and, consequently, to her. Y/N wasn't prepared to see him again, or rather, she wasn't thin enough to do so. Her weak legs ran around the house, tearing off all the photos and messages stuck to doors and walls, storing them in a far away place, where he wouldn't find.

She tried to take a long shower and brush her teeth repeatedly to get rid of the smell that she got from the lack of food. And then she felt a little ready for what was to come.

It wasn't long before the sound of the key in the main door was heard and the doorknob turned, the tall, dark figure appearing in the doorway with a suitcase in one hand and a big smile on his face, his emerald green eyes searching for her.

Y/N smiled one of her best smiles and ran to meet him, careful not to throw her full weight against him. She couldn't help but feel uncomfortable as his large hands encircled her waist, the worry that he would feel the fat on her back regions running through her mind. But what she didn't notice was the confused look on Harry's face as his fingers felt how much smaller she was, and he wondered if she had started some kind of diet.

"I missed you so much, H." Y/N murmured against his shoulder.

"Not as much as I did, lovie. Every day, I just thought about having you with me, encouraging me and loving me, and then rewarding me." Y/N felt her body tense at the mention of the intimacy they both shared, the thought of him seeing her body, even though he had already seen it so many times that he had memorized every detail, made her fear.

"Why don't we take this suitcase to the bedroom and then see what we do?" She interrupted the moment, walking away with a fake smile and taking the suitcase from the taller man's hands, starting to climb the stairs, leaving a confused and worried Harry behind.

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Two days had passed, days full of lies on Y/N's part and worry on Harry's part. Y/N skipped breakfast, using the fact that Harry woke up after her as an excuse, saying that she had already eaten breakfast; At lunch she couldn't just lie or make some excuse, so she simply took a spoonful of the food that the brunette cooked with so much love, and spread it across the plate, trying to give the impression of having a full plate; At dinner she simply said that she wasn't hungry and that she lost the habit of eating dinner after Harry went on tour.

The days went on like this, Harry felt confused about the situation, but it didn't seem like he didn't believe it, so a debate raged between whether to bring up the subject or not.

Until one day. Harry woke up with the morning sun shining through the open curtain, which Y/N ​​opened every day, his body was warm from the duvet and Y/N's scent surrounded it, like Saturn's rings.

The man got up and did his routine, going to the bathroom, taking a quick shower and changing, ready to go down to meet his loved one, who was always waiting for him with a big smile, sitting at the kitchen counter with her cell phone in hand and a cup of coffee, which was just for him.

But today was different, as Harry went down the stairs a muffled sound became clearer, until his brain registered that the sound was of crying, with a frown the man quickened his pace and chased the sound, concern settling in his eyes.

It didn't take long for him to find Y/N in the fetal position on the main sofa in the room, the cell phone in her right hand while her left hand covered her mouth, trying futilely to stifle the sobs that broke from her throat.

Harry ran closer, kneeling on the floor in front of her seat on the sofa and placing his hands on the girl's knees, stroking them lightly.

"Y/N what happened? Who made you cry like this?" His green eyes migrated from her half-covered face and her cell phone.

"H-Harry-" Her voice broke as the taller man's name came out as a whimper.

"I'm here, baby!" He got closer, wrapping his hands around the smaller girl's shoulders, placing his forehead on the top of Y/N's head, breathing in her scent.

"Harry, I don't think I can do this anymore..." Y/N whispered.

"Do what, my love?"

"Us, Harry." The man moved quickly, astonished by his girl's response.

"Did I do something? It was one of those fake news that I'm cheating on you, wasn't it? Baby, I never-"

"No Harry, no. I know you would never do that! And you didn't do anything, I just..." She sighed and looked into his eyes, feeling guilty when she saw the pain in his emerald orbs. "Look at me, Harry, look at this." She pointed to his body, letting a loud sob out.

"What should I be seeing? Besides a beautiful woman."

Y/N laughed in disbelief, shaking her head and feeling a hint of anger start to rise, it was clear he would say something like that just to please her.

"Harry, I'm looking horrible. I don't have visible ribs or a protruding collarbone, I don't have a thigh gap or hip bones, I don't have thin wrists and I don't have well-marked cheekbones, I don't have pointy shoulders and I don't have a defined jaw... I don't have delicate hands or thin fingers, my waist isn't extremely thin and my breasts are too big. Harry, I'm not perfect and I can't give you what you need."

At this point Y/N was crying a desperate cry, with strong sobs that made her body shake and thick tears that ran down her face. Harry had tears welling up in his eyes as his hands balled into fists in anger at whoever had put these thoughts in his beloved's head.

"Y/N, who made you think like that? How can you deduce what I want?"

"Harry..." She closed her eyes tightly, her mind betraying her by bringing up images of Camille, the girl seemed to be kind, but Y/N couldn't help but feel jealous of her perfect body. "I'm not like them, I'm not like her!"

"Who? Baby, please-"

"I'm not like Camille or like Kendall or like Taylor, and I can't give you the pretty, thin image you need, the media hates me and I've lost count of how many times they've told you that you're blind from being with me, and I can't disagree with that."

Harry shook his head in denial, feeling angry at the media and everything they post and say with the intention of always offending someone.

Y/N continued to sob, and the force her body exerted with the act left her weak, the lack of food began to appear again and her eyes saw stars while her head swam. Harry grabbed her arms quickly, steadying her.

"Baby if you keep crying like that you're going to hurt yourself. Take a deep breath for me, hm? I'll get you a glass of water."

The brunette ran to the kitchen, starting to look for the decorated glass that he knew was the girl's favorite. While opening drawers and cabinets, his green eyes found a piece of paper glued to the front of the bottom shelf, where some industrialized sweets were kept. Harry took the paper and pulled it out, seeing a photo of a body exactly as described by Y/N and a note next to it, his eyes widened at the horrible mentions written there and he tried to get up quickly and return to the room, holding the paper firmly in your hands.

"Y/N what is this?" The brown-haired girl looked up quickly, her greatest fear happening right before her eyes. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. "Tell me something, when was the last time you ate anything?" She shook her head, ready to say it was the day before, but Harry interrupted her. "I mean a whole meal with a healthy amount."

Y/N remained silent, her eyes now fixed on the floor covered by the shag carpet, the older man took a deep breath, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. He walked over to the smallest one and put the photo in his pants pocket, promising himself to look for others like it deep in the house.

"Y/N this is a serious situation, you can't keep something like this to yourself!" He couldn't help but feel frustration, he felt guilty for feeling like that because he knew that it wasn't Y/N's fault, but with the way that all of that came down, it just made his head confused and upset.

"Harry I'm fine, that was just-"

"Baby I bet you haven't eaten in days, do you think this is healthy, that this will get you somewhere other than a hospital bed? Letting this situation compromise you like this because of other people... That's not good for you. You don't need to have the same body as them, you don't need to have bones showing or a flat stomach to be magnificent. Those pants you're wearing were tight until a few weeks ago, and look at them now, they're baggy..."

Y/N kept her gaze down, her eyes were filling with uncontrollable tears that threatened to flow at any second again, her cheeks were heating up and the force she was exerting to contain the tears was starting to generate an unbearable headache. She knew Harry was right.

"I need you to look me in the eyes and tell me everything is okay. Just look into my eyes."

The girl slowly raised her head, her eyes focusing on Harry's beautiful green ones, which now held so much anguish and worry, a tear escaping from the corner of his right eye made her lower lip tremble. She opened her mouth to state that she was fine and that everything was going to get better, but her voice seemed to trail off for a second.

Her body hurt, her legs were wobbly and her arms were shaking slightly, she felt her head feel heavy. It was a horrible feeling, beyond normal.

"I-I... Harry, I think I need help."

She whispered, her tears flowing freely now with the weight of her words. Harry nodded vigorously, relieved that she understood that this situation was not normal, and promising himself that he would be by her side through the entire process, no matter how long it took.

And that night, after his girlfriend fell asleep, Harry cried.

[nanaminsmoon]

gojo satoru x thickthighed!reader. (mdni.)

(inspired by when i went out without shorts under my skirt last week, and regretted it immediately😭)

wc: 950

the colour of his irises would practically project on every inch of the room, with how wide satoru’s eyes opened at the sight of you putting on a pair of black cycling shorts under your dress. too busy looking at your reflection, you were none the wiser to your boyfriend’s extreme reaction to you getting ready for your picnic date. even as he’d lean against the doorframe, and examine the dress from afar; confusion growing when you’d let it fall, and the hem of it kissed the top of your ankles. he’d assume you were just doing it for comfort, but his curiosity would make him ask anyways.

”darling~”, he'd hum from behind you, chin rested on your shoulder and hands clasped around your midsection, ”it's so warm outside, won't you be hot with shorts under your dress?”, he'd ask as he kissed your cheeks. looking in the mirror, he’d see you chuckle at his ignorance before you’d turn to face him. your hands would join to intertwine at his nape, and his would rest on your hips.

”you love my thighs don't you?”, you'd ask, moving his bangs from his eyes and satoru would just look at you in confusion.

because that man found any, and every, excuse to touch your thighs and knead at the flesh there. they were his hand warmers, his comfort after a long day, and their warmth was the physical manifestation of the word ‘home’. on either side of his head as he laid watching tv, smothering his hand as he sat next to you, or just exposed as your shorts rode up when you sat, there's nothing satoru loved more than your thighs.

”i love them more than i love myself, yes”, he'd answer, prompting a flattered laugh from you.

”well, if i don't wear these, they'll chafe and it stings and i hate it. baby powder doesn't work, and it's just so uncomfortable, so i have to wear these. especially since we'll be walking from the car to the park”, you said, placing a peck on his lips. satoru would have no reaction, nor usual quip, because his mind was whirring. the cogs in his brain were turning at super speed, thinking of a solution to your problem and he had already picked a favourite.

”you said baby powder didn't work?”, he'd ask and you'd nod back, “well, let's try one more thing”.

an hour and a half after the time you were supposed to have left the house, you were still stood with your hands on your vanity table as satoru fucked you from behind. the tips of his slender fingers dug harsher into you with every thrust, and you could both see and feel his concentration. through his reflection in the mirror, you’d see his snowy eyebrows creasing as they met in the middle and his lips organised in that cute little pout they always formed whenever he was focused on something.

the plan satoru had devised consisted of one phase; fucking load after load into you, until it leaked out to run down your thighs and rid you of the chafing. evidently it wasn't well thought out, but as soon as the little voice in his head had suggested it, the twitching in his boxers wouldn't let him dismiss it. so now he had nutted in you twice, and you’d lost count of how many times you came after the fourth.

originally he had placed you on the vanity table, to sit on it, but the physics of that position bothered him. so he’d moved you to be stood in front of him, because he figured that would allow the nut to slide down your thigh better.

”t-toru, we're gonna b-be lat-te”, you stuttered out. and his azures would momentarily glance up at you to observe your facial expressions, yet his hips wouldn’t stop. but his teeth would relax their grip on his bottom lip and allow him to speak,

”i know, baby, but my plan's almost finished”, and, apparently, so was he. because, not too long after he said that, gojo would still inside of you and fill you with his seed. though his sensitivity would have him sucking in a breath, he'd still pull out of you slightly to let his release drip down your plush thigh. he’d spare a second to take in the view, before he’d pull back from your body completely. heavy breaths were still leaving your mouth, as your legs starting giving way underneath you. luckily satoru would catch you, pulling your dress down once he had you against him. once your eyelids gained the strength to actually stay open, you’d look in the mirror to see a proud smile on your boyfriend’s face, before his lips moved to kiss your cheeks. seeing your visible confusion, he’d finally enlighten you,

”now you it won't sting anymore. because they'll be gliding every time you walk”, he'd smile brightly, and you'd roll your eyes at him before reaching to unzip your dress.

”you're disgusting, you know that? go run me a bath”, you'd sigh out, grimacing at the moisture between your legs. though disheartened by your reaction to his self-proclaimed genius, satoru would pull his boxers up, and raise his hand in a salute,

”yes, ma’am”, he’d say, placing an apologetic kiss on your lips before scurrying to the bathroom to do as you said.

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[worriedvision]

Forgery - Chapter 2

Gender neutral reader, will tag part 1 at some point. Part 1 is the first chapter, and is needed as it's part of this fic. This is more build up than, I can see this having more than 5 chapters with how I'm thinking up a plot... And that's before stemming off into other routes!

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"Good morning." You hear Sethos smile, handing you some water before stretching his limbs. "Ready to keep going?"

"Do you need sleep? I know I've slept a good few hours, I'd feel bad for letting you run on nothing." You chime in, Sethos rubbing the back of his head.

"As much as I'd like to take you up on that offer, I'm afraid because you are considered a suspect - I can't leave you unattended." Sethos states, beginning to prepare for the continued walk.

"Fine...If we land up walking past a village, though, could you ask for a couple of hours of sleep? I'll make sure someone keeps an eye on me."

"Funny you say that - Aaru village is just a few miles away! I'll stop by there, and Candace can keep watching of you." Sethos smiles.

Nodding, you help Sethos pack his bag before continuing on. Turns out he was right, Aaru village was there, and he was allowed to sleep. The only difference was, instead of Candace watching over you, it was the General Mahamatra himself. Initially, it was Candace looking after you while Cyno spoke to Sethos - you could only hope he wasn't tearing Sethos a new one for stopping. You plan to address this when you do finally speak to Cyno.

"So you're the person allegedly threatening the Medical Melusine?" Cyno speaks, causing you to jump.

"I was accused of that, yes." You start, already sensing Cynos immediate distaste. "I promise it wasn't me who sent the threat though! I wouldn't dream of hurting Sigewinne - she's my friend!"

"I must advise you to be careful with your words." Cyno responds, sitting across from you. "I plan on interviewing you here, before taking you to your final location."

Seeing your face drop, seemingly terrified you were going to be executed based on what you heard of Sumerus punishments, Cyno pipes up once again. "Don't worry - you will be working alongside a colleague of mine. I have not yet decided your fate due to lack of evidence."

Letting out a sigh of relief, you let him continue.

"Now, forgeries are very common - from my conversation with Sethos, it isn't a scenario I would rule out as unlikely. That being said, I must say I don't know you well enough to decide." Cyno begins, pulling out a pen and paper before pushing it towards yourself. "I would like you to write how you begin a letter, as well as how you sign off a letter. Be precise - if you have multiple variations depending on the relation, please include these."

Not thinking twice, you pick up the pen and paper, writing the requested evidence out. Cyno watches you, taking mental notes for himself as you carry out the task without having to think too hard.

"Here. What else do you need?" You ask, the paper being handed back over as well as the pen.

"Do you have any people you do wish harm upon? Any enemies at all?" Cyno asks, you shaking your head no. "How about jealousy - anyone you think of that may be jealous, please let me know."

"I can't think of anyone." You answer honestly.

"Last question - do you have any connections to outside organisations? The Fatui, the Abyss order, the Guhua Clan, anyone?" Cyno asks, you denying this. "Thank you for your answers. Please complete this form - this will be basic information for healthcare in Sumeru, and since you are still considered a suspect due to lack of incriminating evidence efficiently linking you to the crime you are entitled to free healthcare."

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The walk to Gandharva ville is relatively uneventful - excluding your admiration of all the wildlife and plants you hadn't seen before. Upon arrival at Master Tighnaris house, Cyno knocks before walking in, you following along.

"Oh, thank you for gracing me with your presence, General." Tighnari huffs, finishing up with a vial of medicine. "Consider yourself lucky I didn't drop this vial. And is the person behind you the "alleged" Melusine hater?" Tighnari tuts, looking at you.

"I don't hate my friend, it was a forgery!" You tell, Tighnari wincing at the loudness. "Sorry, I've just had a hard time with all of this."

"...Cyno, please take our esteemed guest to their home - they will be staying with a guard - before we continue our discussion of the situation?" Tighnari asks. Cyno nods, gesturing for you to head out with him.

Upon entering the home, Cyno excuses himself as your roommate shows you around - where to get cleaned up, your bed, the essential bits and bobs.

--

Tighnari looks over the evidence Cyno had collected of your situation - some from you, and some from Wriothesley or Neuvillette. Upon first glance, the threatening letters look real.

But a second glance gives more context. None of the threats had your usual signatures or opening lines, and there were inconsistencies with the writing. A rare letter looked out of place, almost like two letters had been smashed together to make up for a mistake on the writers behalf.

Your medical information also gave hints - the person who wrote the letters didn't seem to account for your age, clearly quoting an 'age' you were that was off by approximately 5 years from when the letter was written and/or sent.

"I think this is a forgery, but I want to consult another opinion from someone else before pushing forward." Cyno explains. "I am asking yo.u not as a colleague, but rather as a friend - if you had been looking at this letter, would you think this person was _?"

"I think it's clear this is a forgery - I'm surprised that nobody in Fontaine clocked this, given they will likely have more evidence than ourselves." Tighnari tilts his head. "Ask for a second opinion, but I think they jumped to conclusions given the violent threats in this letter. I also noted _ referred to Sigewinne, but didn't voice any distain towards her..." Tighnari places a hand on his chin, thinking intently.

Cyno takes the letters, nodding as he agrees with Tighnari.

"Turns out-" Cyno starts, noting Tighnari cringing inwardly. "- the medical records have proven to be important to this investigation."

Tighnari let's out a sigh of relief, relieved Cyno didn't crack an awful joke.

"I would like to tell a joke, however given the seriousness of the threat I will hold back." Cyno blankly explains, walking out.

[phxntomhives]

P4 headcanons

Because I just realized this is my blog and I can do it lol.

Edgar Redmond

He learned how to dance when he was little and always loved it.

His favourite author is Jane Austin but won't admit it to anyone.

Puts a lot of effort into becoming a better person but tries to hide it because it should be something "effortless".

Flirt with women but will panick if they flirt back and he would run away.

Hasn't slept for a while after Maurice's "accident" wondering how he could not see the truth .

Lawrence Bluewer

Has tried to read all the books of Weston as a personal challange

Secretely likes coffee.

His sisters dressed him up more than once as a girl.

He has, unwillingly, learned how to put on make-up, and he is good at it.

He wouldn't have minded to become a professor, and Professor Michaelis was his role model for a while.

Herman Greenhill

Loves dogs. Has many of them at home.

The cricket bat he carries is a present from someone he cares about and that's why he always bring it with him.

Adores sweet but has to pretend he doesn't.

His favourite sport is horse riding.

If something is too difficult to understand at school he goes to discuss it with Lawrence and pretends that he just want to exchange their opinions on the topic Lawrence knows and just helps him without pointing it out.

Gregory Violet

He makes his own lip-stick. It took a lot of effort to reach that color and he is proud of it.

Sometimes he looks at the other three and wishes he was taller.

His hair were longer but he was forced to cut them.

His hair are actually white, but he prefers black so he dyes them. He leaves the white strand because it looks cool.

Needs glasses but refuses to wear them.

Slight angst version + Ship discourse + Spoilers of future arcs hidden so you don't have to see them unless you want to

Edgar Redmond

It needs him a while to fall asleep because he keeps thinking of the last Midnight Party and his expulsion from the school.

After Maurice's accident he had a breakdown in his room and broke some stuff while crying, thinking how he could make the same mistake twice.

He was the most excited about the Starlight 4 project and couldn't wait to get on stage.

He couldn't drink tea for months after the midnight party without throwing up.

Lawrence Bluewer

Didn't sleep for a week after the expulsion and ended up collapsing in Edgar's house.

Herman Greenhill

He was depressed after the midnight tea party and thought of killing himself to atone for his sins. Gregory noticed and slapped him before hugging him.

After the creation of the S4, if bad memories/thoughts get to him, he start training one of the song.

Gregory Violet

Wanted to run away from Blavat the moment he noticed O!CIel.

All P4 (poly because I can't separate them)

They accidentally all fell for each other and tried to keep it a secret, it soon failed as everyone was getting jealous of everyone.

It was awkward at first, no one knew how to act.

The Edgar and Gregory accidentally teamed up to act like everything was normal and they slowly found balance.

Edgar thinks it's his duty to maintain them together and happy

If Gregory scrap a drawing, the others just sneakily take it back and keep it safe somewhere else.

Any drawing Gregory made of the other is also extremely well preserved by that person. And the other three friendly argue on who has the most drawings/who has the prettiest ones.

Edgar cuddles anyone. Doesn't matter where or when, if he wants to cuddle he will find someone. His favourite victim for this is Herman because he gets flustered the most.

Lawerence's sister are always casually the companions for everyone is there MUST be a female companion at an official event. (They want to tease their brother)

Herman refuses the others to lift anything.

Lawrence started to read out loud when he noticed that the others fell asleep faster if he was talking.

Herman is the first to wake up and force himself to be as quiet as possible to not wake the others up.

They wait untile veryone is present to start eating.

Lawrence is the most possessive of the four.

Do I have more? Yes, but for now just take my small offering.

[montammil]

Just a little hurt/comfort writing with Lawrence and Marshall. This is a pretty old WIP that I just did some editing on haha

CW: Stockholm syndrome, parental abuse, parental whumper, carewhumper, infantilization, platonic cuddling/pet names, non-sexual nudity, accidental bedwetting, victim blaming

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In the past few nights, Marshall had been getting nightmares. They typically weren't that bad, since he hid them pretty well from Lawrence, but they were still very vivid in his memory, and he hated them. Sometimes they were related to Lawrence subjecting him to torture, and other times they had nothing to do with Lawrence at all. However, none of them were as terrifying as this one.

"I'm back!" Marshall sobbed, running to hug his parents. His real parents.

Instead of acting with happiness as he expected, his mother pushed him away. "Do you really think we'd want you to leech off of us again? We kicked you out, did you think we'd change our minds because you got yourself kidnapped?"

Scoffing, his father added, "I don't think he even got kidnapped. From the sounds of it, you wanted it. Isn't that right? You wanted someone to coddle you because you refuse to grow up?"

Marshall rapidly shook his head, but he didn't get much of a chance to say anything before he continued.

"It's disgusting how you think we'd want you back. From the sounds of it, you love him more than you love us."

Marshall's mouth hung agape for a moment. "That's not true! You know that's not true!"

"It is," his mother hissed. "Get out before we call the cops."

Next thing Marshall knew, he ran out of his parents' house, slamming the door behind him and running down the street. He eventually stopped to catch his breath, and noticed Lawrence sadly watching him, arms wide open for a hug.

Without thinking twice, Marshall ran into his arms, crying heavily. Lawrence didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around Marshall.

"I told you this would happen," Lawrence chided gently. "Everyone hates you but me, Marshie. Everything I do for you is out of love. Come on." He dragged him away. "When we get home, I think you need a time-out in the basement."

With that, Marshall jolted awake.

He frantically looked around his room in search of any evidence Lawrence was there, but he was nowhere to be seen. Sighing in relief, he wiped away his tears and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Just when he felt himself beginning to breathe slowly again, he felt the bed was wet. Marshall blinked away tears and threw the blanket off.

Sure enough, he had wet the bed. Marshall began hyperventilating again, trying desperately to remain quiet. What if Lawrence got angry? Realistically, he knew that wouldn't be the case, but it was always in the back of his mind.

Once he could finally calm himself, he carefully crept out of his room. Lawrence must've been asleep, because he didn't see or hear anyone else. After a few seconds of debating, he went to the bathroom and cleaned up, changing into a new pair of pajamas with shaking hands. When he checked the clock, he saw it was 2 AM. Hopefully Lawrence wouldn't hear him...

Marshall tiptoed out of the bathroom and carefully peeled the sheets off of his mattress, balling them up.

He felt so disgusting. His face burned with shame as he carried the dirty sheets and blanket to the laundry room, occasionally looking behind his shoulder just to make sure Lawrence wasn't lurking.

The washing machine made a lot of noise. It seemed deafening in the silence of the night. There was no way Lawrence wouldn't notice it.

Tears ran down Marshall's cheek at the thought of the inevitable punishment. Maybe he'd be left in the basement for two weeks instead of one. That happened last month; Marshall cried for hours until Lawrence let him out early.

"What are you doing up?"

Marshall yelped, whipping around. Lawrence's tone sounded accusatory, and so did his expression until he saw Marshall's tear-streaked cheeks in the dim light.

He didn't get a chance to ask what was wrong, Marshall was already crumpling to the floor and muttering incoherent apologies.

"No, hey," Lawrence hushed, rushing over to cradle him in his arms. "Don't cry. What's wrong?" Marshall opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out were blubbers. "Baby, why're you so sad? Please talk to me, I wanna help." He ran his fingers through Marshall's hair, which didn't seem to soothe him, judging by how loudly he wailed. "Shh..."

It took Marshall several minutes of heavy crying before he calmed down enough to actually speak. He looked up at Lawrence with those beautiful puppy-dog eyes. "I—I had an accident," he whimpered. It was too embarrassing to say he wet the bed.

Lawrence frowned sympathetically. "Oh, Marshie. Why didn't you wake me?" Marshall stayed silent, wiping away the remaining tears. "Did you think I'd be mad?"

Marshall shrugged. In hindsight, it did seem pretty stupid to worry about being judged about this from the man who was treating him like a toddler.

"I'm not mad. You know that, right? You know that nothing you do could make me love you less." He coaxed Marshall to look back up at him. "I love you so, so much. Nothing will ever change that." He brushed away some strands of hair from his forehead and gave him a kiss there. "Let's go get you a bath. Have you taken one yet?"

"No... I freaked out so I just changed my pajamas and put everything wet in the washing machine..." Marshall stared at the ground in embarrassment. "I'm sorry."

Lawrence shook his head and held him closer. "No need to apologize, buddy. You know you can always tell me things like that." Marshall didn't respond to that. "Come on, I'll give you a bubble bath!"

It was sweet he was trying to cheer him up. Marshall attempted a weak smile in return and followed him upstairs.

Once Lawrence prepared him a bath, it smelled like honey and lavender, two of his favorite scents. Marshall eagerly got in, and relaxing became ten times easier just like that. He sunk in the bathtub so it engulfed up to the base of his neck.

"Is it okay if I go check on your sheets? Just wanna make sure you did it right," said Lawrence. "If not, then I can—"

"You can go. I won't drown myself," said Marshall half-jokingly. Lawrence looked slightly worried about that. "Go, I don't mind. You can leave the door open if it makes you feel better."

After hesitating for a few more moments, Lawrence nodded and went downstairs to the laundry room. Meanwhile, Marshall hummed quietly to himself to pass the time. The scent of his bubbles made him more relaxed, and it didn't take long for his eyelids to get heavy.

The only thing keeping him from falling back asleep in the tub was knowing he'd likely make Lawrence have a heart attack.

"Okay, Marshie, I'm back." Lawrence reentered the bathroom and took a seat beside him. "Feelin' any better?"

"A little, yeah." Marshall sank into the water a bit more, making a small wave splash out.

Lawrence smiled lovingly. "Good. And the sheets should be done drying before the morning. Until then, I can make us a cool fort in the living room, or you can sleep in my room tonight? What do you think?"

Marshall thought about it for a moment. "Your bed's huge. I'll take that for tonight."

"That works for me! But first, we gotta wash your hair." Marshall pouted. "Don't pull that face with me, mister."

In all truth, Marshall didn't really care that much. He let Lawrence wash his hair and dry him off with a towel.

After drying his hair, he dressed him back in his fresh pair of pajamas and lead him to the bedroom, where he had already set up a makeshift nest of pillows and blankets on the left side of the bed. Marshall almost cried again. Lawrence was the only person who paid attention to little things like how Marshall preferred tons of pillows.

Lawrence tucked him in. "Comfy?"

Marshall nodded. A light smile formed on his face, which turned into a frown once he noticed Lawrence leaving. "Where are you going?" He realized too late how pathetic he sounded.

For a moment, he saw surprise flash across Lawrence's features. "You want me to stay?"

The brunet wasn't used to Lawrence giving him a choice in things like this. Normally, he'd demand it. Marshall hesitated and averted eye contact.

"Only if you want to... it just feels weird sleeping in here without you." He had only slept in Lawrence's room a few times before, and it was when he was usually injured or sick.

"Aw, Marshie... of course I want to be with you!" Lawrence kicked off his slippers and climbed into his side of the bed, turning off the lamp as he did so. "C'mere. I love cuddling with you." Marshall found himself listening, against his better judgment. He buried his face in Lawrence's broad chest, feeling the strong arms wrap around his back. "Still comfy?"

Marshall exhaled through his nose. "Yeah. I'm sorry for waking you."

"Stop apologizing, bud. I want you to rely on me. I'm your dad." He felt a kiss pressed onto his head.

His dad. Marshall thought back to his dream. It was definitely an exaggeration, but the emotions were real. His parents couldn't even compare to how Lawrence treated him.

He hated comparing them, but it was hard not to think of it, especially now that his parents were fresh in his mind from that nightmare.

He broke down in tears again, despite his attempts to hold them back. It felt like a dam broke.

"Oh, honey." Lawrence held him even closer. "Hey, don't cry, kiddo. Are you thinking about something? Can you talk to me?" Marshall shook his head, hoping that Lawrence would just drop it. "Can you look at me? Look at Dad." It was easier to ignore the shame in the dark. Marshall tilted his head up and saw Lawrence's azure blue eyes. "There we go. There's my boy." Lawrence kissed his forehead. "If something is bothering you, especially to this degree, I want to know."

Marshall sniffled, and for a couple of minutes, neither of them said anything. Lawrence rubbed soothing circles on Marshall's back, and Marshall hid his face in Lawrence's shoulder, trying to forget the pain.

"You'll get mad."

"Try me," Lawrence challenged.

Marshall swallowed his pride, closed his eyes, and exhaled. "I was dreaming of my parents." Lawrence's hand paused. "My biological parents," he corrected, in hopes of not making him angry. "I was returning to them... and they didn't want me. And then you were there and I ran to you, and you hugged me. You took me home. But for some reason it really shook me up. Apparently enough for me to... yeah."

He felt Lawrence sigh. He wondered if he made him angry.

"Marshall..." Lawrence was so soft with him. Gentle. It made his skin crawl. "I think sometimes dreams mean something. And I think you know, deep down inside, that if you were to return to them, that's exactly what would happen."

He hated the thought of that. That he would go back to his parents, and they wouldn't want him. Yet he believed Lawrence.

"I know you love them. And I know you miss them. And it's normal to want to see them again. But if you return to them, they'll throw you away just like they did when they kicked you out." His tone was cold, harsh, but he held Marshall with so much affection it didn't feel right. "And I'm sorry about that. It's so awful that they don't want you."

Marshall never heard Lawrence become sympathetic, but a part of him knew why. Lawrence knew damn well that he was finally starting to make sense to him. He felt Lawrence squeeze him tighter, as if he'd float away if he wasn't grounded.

"But you have me." His voice was firm. Marshall didn't dare speak. "And I love you so, so much. More than they ever will."

These emotions were overwhelming. Marshall didn't know what to do, so he settled for staying clung onto Lawrence like a koala.

Lawrence rested his chin atop Marshall's head. "It's gonna be okay, kiddo. Just fall asleep, and we'll talk in the morning, if you still want to."

Marshall could only nod.

[aledethanlast]

Jeremy shows up to practice fifteen minutes early and finds Jean in the team lounge. "This is for you," he says.

Jean expects those words, like all the other times he's heard them, to be accompanied with a bright smile and flowers, or chocolate, or a plate of whipped cream to the face—don't worry, revenge was had—but instead finds himself staring at...a note.

White flash card, folded twice, one corner bent back down halfway for no good reason at all, and the memories hit Jean like a racquetto the head. How many of those noted had he been given? Shoved into hands without stopping to look and passed on just as quickly.

Jean is a man of instincts. Reflexes. Ingrained responses so deep the brain need not bother, for the body already knows.

And this note is a cue his body knows too well. One, take the note before anyone can think to come near it. Two, shove it into his pocket before anyone can see. Three, storm down the hall to tell Kevin that he is NOT waiting for 45 minutes again while he agonizes over a two fucking sentence response, and—

The door opens again, San Diego sunlight blinding him as two more teammates come in, and Jean remembers Kevin isn't here. Which means. Which means.

He unfolds the paper too quickly—it would've torn if it had been thinner, but the thick flash card just gets stuck. Typical. Holy shit, typical.

Thea's handwriting is the same precise script as ever (except the lowercase g's for some reason). The letters are smaller than the guidelines, like she didn't know how much space she needed to write everything she wanted to say.

Hi Jean. Kevin says you're doing well. Or rather, Kevin says that Jeremy says. Not that I think Jeremy would lie, but there's only one messenger I've every really trusted, and that's you. I'll be in SD sometime next week. Give me a call.

A phone number is scrawled beneath. No signature. Overall, it takes just over half the card; either she miscalculated or she had more to say but instead chose self censure. Both options are unlike her.

The myriad pieces of Jean's mind read the note, over and over, all slightly out of synch from one another so rather than comprehension he only gets nose.

"Jean?" Jeremy's had on his shoulder, concerned. Jeans hand jerks upwards, sharply, and then he brings it back down as he turns to face Jeremy, pretending he hadn't been this close to stuffing the note in his mouth. "You good, man?"

Good question. Great, even. Jean has a better one. "Who gave you the note?"

Jeremy frowns even harder. It doesn't suit him, brow furrowed like that when he isn't trying to run through a backliner like they're made of tissue paper. "Coach Rhemann came back from Texas this morning, told me Muldani gave it to him. With very specific instructions not to open it. I met Coach, he gave it to me."

Of course. Thea doesn't ask for things; it's the first piece of advice she ever gave him. If you want, and you can, then do it. Forget who might stand in your way; they can only try, same as you.

"Jean?" Jeremy asks again. "What did the note say?"

Thea wanted to pass a message to Jean without Jeremy in the way. Well, maybe fuck what Thea wants. Jean hands him the note. Jeremy skims it, raises a brow. "What does she mean, that she only trusts you?"

His concern, born of meeting Jean back at Abby Winfield's house and fed by the steady trickle of Jean's stories of the Nest, seems momentarily absurd. "The Ravens weren't allowed to date," Jean says simply, as he had many times before. When Jeremy seems to catch on, he nods at the note. "I was their favorite messenger. Well. I was the only one who wouldn't sell them out."

"Why didn't you?"

Because Kevin was his friend. Because Thea deserved better than anything the Nest could ope to give her, much less dare to deny. Because every breath Jean took in protest to that tar pit came filled his lungs just a little bit deeper.

"Because then I got to read Kevin's love letters."

Jeremy's eyes go wide. "Shakespeare?"

"Poe."

Some teammates turn at the sound of their captain's laughter. More turn when they hear him hit the floor. Jean gives them all a plain look.

He takes the note back from Jeremy's twitching fingers—it's best to let him wear himself out on such occasions—and stares at the phone number.

Thea does not ask, she acts. If Thea wants to come down here and see him, then nothing stands in her way.

Except Jean. If he doesn't call, if he doesn't show, he's sure she won't push. She will never call or text or write a note to him again and all he has to do is nothing.

The thought rumbles through the dark halls of his mind that still belong to the Nest, like a freight train pushing forward too much air, pushing, pushing until the wall ahead falls apart from the pressure and—

Sunlight. The lounge door is open again. More teammates, almost late, confused by their laughing captain.

Jean takes out his cell.

[yallthemwitches]

Final Jily/MWPP Head Canon Post (for now)

Some of which might see the light of day in my fic....who knows!

--In early 7th year when Lily was still not "officially" told about Remus, she used to sneak into James' bed and sleep there until he came back. It was the only time she would do so without permission (she slept there a lot generally but always with him already there), but she knew if she didn't seek him out herself, she wouldn't know if he came back safely or not. James of course wasn't angry about it and Sirius' loved to complain that he never found someone sleeping in his bed.

--Lily was a good singer and really loved to sing along to things or sing around the house. James, loving the Beatles, tried his hand at the guitar and turned out to play pretty decent. Lily loved it when he would make up songs on the spot (which were usually narrations of things happening at that moment.)

-- When Lily and James were publicly "official" they were inseparable and often showing more PDA than should have been accepted for the two head students. This only compounded Snape's hatred for James as everywhere he turned Lily and James were cuddling/snogging/kissing. ( A scene where Snape accidentally witnesses a bit more than snogging might occur in CitW--effectively causing a fight)

--I go back and forth on the now staple community canon that the Heads had their own separate dorms---but at the very least I think they had their own office and bathroom. Lily and James tag teamed making their office extremely decorated with movie/music posters ( Lily had a "Virgin Witch" film poster (1972)* which James loved so much and refused to take down despite McGonnagall not being very enthused by it) , books, a record player, quidditch stuff, and other items that generally interested them. They were widely considered the most "hip" head students in centuries by staff .

the poster:

--Peter was very perturbed by Lily's encroachment on his friend group. Not necessarily taking it to "Yoko" levels, but by the 7th year the marauders interests had shifted away from general merry prank-making and towards the war and ( in James' case) a future with Lily. In some ways Peter blamed Lily for the boys' new found political activism and didn't like the change in the dynamic.

--Turns out Lily loved James' hair despite years of complaining about it. During snogging/sex she would love to pull on it and have her hands through it. In public she would often run her hand through it or absently move bits of his hair out of his face. Seeing that she was so attracted to it, James' teased her endlessly about all the years of nagging she gave him and liked to tease that she was just jealous because she couldn't mess it up herself in those times.

--James stayed over at the Evans' twice:

The first time because Lily invited him over for Petunia's engagement party as moral support. Marge and Vernon's parents were present and upon seeing Lily and James he remarked how "he couldn't wait to see how she would find a way to muck the night up." James, who took that as a personal challenge, spent the evening bringing up the most uncomfortable conversations he could manage ("So Marge, what are your thoughts on Astrology? You look like a Gemini.") then set the home's fire sprinkler system off on purpose when Vernon and Marge were in the sitting room after expecting Lily and Petunia to wash up the dishes. Despite knowing full well what he was doing, Lily couldn't be mad about it and even accepted when James snuck back after saying goodbye so he could come sleep with her.

The second time, was her and James' engagement and things were much easier without the entire Dursley family there. James got to sleep there without secrecy and he was more than happy to rechristen Lily's childhood bed.

-- At Petunia's wedding, Lily was distraught by her sisters choice to leave her out of the wedding party. This only added to the dismal mood as the wedding was extremely boring with no music/dancing/ or general merriment and most people just mulled around.

Attempting to raise Lily's spirits, James charmed an idle record player to play the Beatles Twist and Shout in which he made Lily come dance with him. This caused other people ( who were desperate for something fun) to also start dancing and effectively started a real afterparty. Vernon was not happy, but secretly Petunia was happy to have a bit of liveliness...even if it came from Potter and her sister.

[nanqmies]

(Late) Halloween Headcanons w Toji

ftm reader implied!

tw : slight degradtion, cumflation, breeding kink, creampie, clothed sex, modern au, daddy kink, overstim, slight dumbification?, toji is a good father

wc : 0.8k

not beta read so there might be mistakes !

sfw~

Toji wouldn't give a shit about the holiday unless you did, he'd sigh and go shopping for halloween decorations and candy with you. If you take him to get pumpkins he WILL be annoyed if you ask him which ones to get

"They all look the fuckin same anyways." he rolls his eyes at you.

He is surprisingly good at carving pumpkins, way better then you. He does laugh at you if you mess up but he'll help if you pout. His is detailed and and look nice, spooky faces and characters are carved on the skin. Your pumpkin is a little derpy and more cute next to his. He'll tell the trick or treaters that you made the nice looking ones just to make you feel better.

Megumi is excited to have his sleepover and go get candy with Nobara and Yuji , hes dresses as a wolf with fluffy ears and a tail with his pumpkin basket.. You can't help but kiss his chubby cheeks all over and fill your gallery with pictures. "Look at you! Oh you look so adorable!" you coo, leaving pecks all over his face, his hands placed on your shoulders, Toji grins at the both of you. "You're smothering him again.."

He wants to scare the trick or treaters while he gives out candy, his costume is very different compared to yours. Your costume is cute while he used too much fake blood on his.

When Gojo takes Gumi out to trick or treat with his friends in his cute costume, you both put on your owns. Toji of course wanted to scare the kids with his, he wore a jason mask and had a fake machete to scare them. You sigh at him as the kids were too scared to take the candy out the bowl so you had to give them handfuls yourself.

Toji would constantly try to sneak some pieces of candy while you weren't looking so you would have to swat his hands away every time he reached in for one. He frowns at you when he pops a piece of chocolate in his mouth and you roll your eyes again. “Don’t eat all the candies they're for the kids!" you say, glaring at him. He shrugs in response and grabs one more before leaving you there without a word.You huff and cross your arms as you watch him go back inside.

nsfw under the cut~

It's 8pm when your candy bowl is empty, you walk back into the house to refill but Toji stops you. He pulls you to the couch and shuts the front door, kneeling behind you.

His big hands grab the fat of your ass through your tight outfit, you groan from the roughness and pull out of his grip. "I need to give out the rest of the candy.." you whine trying to get away from his grasp, he only laughs and presses his hard on on your ass, "You think you can run away after being dressed like this?"

Pulling your bottoms to the side and stretching your sex around his thick fingers, hitting spots you'd never be able to yourself, "Teasing me like that, dressing up all slutty so i'd fuck you hm?" He bites the shell of your ear, licking down to your throat. "You want that so bad? So bad you'd dress up like this?" He whispers harshly, pumping his fingers faster, "So I could fuck ya right here? Right now?" You pant and nod your head quickly, bucking your hips against his hand, feeling the pressure building in your tummy.

You cum atleast twice before he finally entires your abused hole, his fat tip pushing into you with ease as he kisses your neck. He grips your hips harder as he starts thrusting slowly, you gasp and let him know how good it feels. It doesn't last for long before he starts fucking you roughly, the grip around your hips getting tighter everytime his pelvis smacks against your ass. "Daddy's gonna breed his little slut yea?" he moans out, kissing the side of your neck roughly, "Mhm… Daddy.. m-more please!" you moan out, grabbing at the couch to hold on to something. "Please!" you whimper, tears running down your cheeks while your eyes roll back. Toji keeps pounding into you, your walls clenching against him each time he goes in deep, his hand digging into your hips.

You cum again and again as Toji fills you up full with his warm cum, he pants as his orgasm washes over him once again. He pulls out, his previous loadx dribble out before pushing it back in."This one will take.." he breathes, rubbing your bloated tummy. Your eyes flutter closed humming softly in response, "All breeded full for me.. Maybe we'll give Gumi a sibling.." he pecks your lips gently.

@nanqmies 2022

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Kaigaku/Genya/ObaMitsu x Yui Komori! Reader

request:

hello! I saw that requests are open so I want to make one, mainly headcanons of kaigaku (probably from the aus reverse because the canon is a bastard), genya and mitsuri/obanai (as a poly relationship) with a couple that is like yui komori,! Take your time with this order and good luck in your studies!

Hello! I wouldn't say exactly Revérse AU. Kaigaku is (in my opinion) one of the most WASTED characters in the entire series, more than a son of a bitch, I feel like we don't get to see ANYTHING of him to understand his motives. I understand you sister.

This will be long😬 but I hope you enjoy it

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: Female

Warnings: Mentions of abuse/kidnapping, PTSD, kidnappers are mentioned in some cases, SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA AND ANIME, the reader has a personality like Yui Komori, Kaigaku can be somewhat OOCHurt/Comfort, Fluff.

Kaigaku Inadama

He probably knew you from 1-the Wisteria house (those that appear in chapter 9) or 2-you are related in some way to Jigoro (his and Zenitsu's sensei).

Let's go for the first, there is already a lot of the second.

Definitely at first he didn't understand why you were so friendly, and it even got on his nerves thinking that it was some kind of facade to attack at any moment.

But seeing that it wasn't like that, he really doesn't know how to deal with someone so gentle and kind. Or why he feels the need to get your attention.

He tries to be his normal arrogant self, tease you a little, but most of the time he can't bring himself to be like that with you. Not when you take care of him with such gentleness, which he's not used to.

A glutton for your food, he doesn't say much when you bring him his daily portions, but he doesn't leave a crumb behind. He's a glutton for your cooking.

Although it may not seem like it at first, he is a good listener, while he eats and you talk to him, try to remember the things that you seem to like, so he can be more prepared to try to like you.

A great show-off! But that was already seen coming. Especially if you ask him to see his techniques, his ego (already through the roof) is going to skyrocket.

He may even be more dramatic with his injuries just so that you care for him and look at him more than the other patients, he is somewhat capricious, but be patient with him, he will live.

If we talk about more advanced terms of relationship, Kaigaku is quite protective of you, but not in the traditional way so to speak, he is protective without you knowing it most of the time, like giving death glares to those who he feels are talking bad about you to your back, or always having the katana nearby when they go out at night, you never know...

Although he definitely won't think twice about fighting with someone to defend your honor. Especially after knowing about your past with abuse, he won't tolerate it.

Kaigaku is BAD with emotions, but he definitely won't leave you suffering, if the PTSD attacks are being especially bad he will try to be there for you, mainly with physical contact (not suffocating). He will get better the more time he spends with you.

Speaking of, if the people who hurt you somehow come back into your life...haha. They better run, Kaigaku is going to hunt them (although you don't have to know that part).

What else is he supposed to do!? Someone as good as you... just won't let little shits get away with it.

He is not religious at all, but he will let you do what you need to feel safe, even if it doesn't make sense to him, he knows that in a world with demons, one needs to hold on to something.

If we talk about the timeline where he becomes a Demon, you already know who his first meals would be ;)

Even if he becomes a demon, I see him watching over you from a distance. If you join him, even better! It can protect you much better that way.

ALTHOUGH- I don't think he'll let you turn into a demon, not because he doesn't want to, he's just scared of the possibility that you will 1- die or 2- forget about him completely.

But if we talk about a timeline where he does NOT become a demon, it is most likely that he will try to make amends for what he did in the past in some way (what with Gyomei and partly Zenitsu, although it would not be easy).

Fortunately he always seems to regain energy when he comes to visit you, seriously, his companions literally don't understand how you have him so tamed (especially Zenitsu).

In general it is like having your own Bulldog, aggressive but loyal.

Genya Shinazugawa

You're going to be the death of this man--in a good way!

When he met you at the Mariposa mansion, he already couldn't handle the other nurses, but you insisted on taking care of him, which made it much worse.

He's obviously not mad at you! He just doesn't know how to handle his nerves. Although with your perseverance and soft personality, he learns to AT LEAST not stutter SOOOOO much in front of you and have a decent conversation(Progress!).

Being so gentle and friendly, it's only natural that he gravitates towards you. His mother, you remind him a lot of his mother. It hurts but at the same time it feels great.

So he tries to help you from time to time with the tasks you do around the mansion, like carrying heavy things or reaching something from a high shelf (we all know it's not a problem for him).

Although at first you thought he just honestly didn't like you, because of how he sulks when he's nervous, if it weren't for the other butterfly girls, maybe you wouldn't have noticed his Crush for you.

You would have to take several first steps, Genya simply wouldn't dare to do it without a CLEAR clue that he has a chance with you (my poor boy has self-esteem problems).

If we talk about more advanced terms of the relationship, Genya is still the shyer of the two, but he is more likely to initiate physical contact than when they were not a couple. Dude, holding hands, hugs from behind, stuff like that.

Genya is quite careful with you, mostly because he is somewhat afraid of scaring you with his appearance and height, especially when you tell him what you went through in the past.

He's obviously angry, and of course! Who would hurt someone as good as you!? They don't deserve to breathe. But it focuses more on comforting you about the situation.

He has his fair share of nightmares related to what happened that night, and while he's not very good at consoling, he does his best (and honestly he's better than Kaigaku in that department, he's like a teddy bear).

Thanks to Gyomei, he has some understanding of religion, so he sees your prayers as something .

Be grateful that you have something to draw comfort from.

LIVE-FOR-YOUR-FOOD-Did you see that drawing of him blushing while Aoi tries to get him to eat? That's you two at the beginning.

Although of course, now that they are in trust, he really appreciates when you bring him some bento after a mission (demons don't know well people). Take advantage of these moments to let him talk about your day and how it went while he was away.

I once tried to help you cook something, but I failed miserably and almost set the kitchen on fire.

I once tried to help you cook something, but I failed miserably and almost set the kitchen on fire.

If the people who hurt you in some way come back into your life, don't worry! The shotgun is loaded and Genya is already deadly enough to go against high-ranking Demons, heartless morons are nothing to him.

Even if they don't die, it will ensure that they are away from your life.

In general, he can't stand seeing you afraid, he will do whatever it takes to see you happy, safe and healthy.

Iguro Obanai + Mitsuri Kanroji

(these two are my Comfort Ship)

(anyways)

Mitsuri would try to keep in touch with you to make sure you were doing well, so to speak.

Obanai was the one who had the hardest time opening up to you, obviously, but with the help of Mitsuri and your attitude, I can start to be tolerant and little by little start to like you.

Obanai could empathize with you over the topic of the turbulent past, so he was able to overcome his "rejection" towards you much faster than one would expect thanks to this.

Mitsuri is ridiculously more obvious with her Crush on you, Obanai is more discreet, but in itself the fact that you are a woman, you are not Mitsuri and HE TOLERATES YOU is already enough of a clue for those who know him.

It's say that after your rescue you ended up at the Butterfly State. Obanai and Mitsuri will take advantage of any opportunity to check on you, have a chat with you, etc.

Mitsuri helps you with her enormous strength with heavy tasks, she can even carry you if you are very tired, don't worry, for her you don't even weigh like a bunch of grapes.

Obanai is quieter, but he accompanies you in day-to-day tasks, apart from the fact that he seems to be ruder to staff who are not especially YOU. Shinobu ends up serving as Cupid here and assigns you to him constantly.

If we talk about more advanced relationship terms, They are both a love and balance each other perfectly.

Mitsuri is much more chatty and cuddly, Obanai is more serious but gives meaningful gestures without the need for words.

Mitsuri is a great inspiration in general, Obanai is someone you can empathize with much more due to past experiences and certain shared feelings they come to have. Mitsuri does everything she can to stop them from thinking those things.

As I said at the beginning, it is most likely THEY who saved you, so they are more aware of your past related to abuse. They are very careful about it, especially Mitsuri because he doesn't want to go into unknown territory and make you feel bad, but he tries his best to make you feel better.

Obanai is better at dealing with crises, having gone through years of his own traumatic experience, he is better informed on the subject and will share everything about it with Mitsuri.

In general, both of them open up to you so that you feel more comfortable with them to tell them things and everything is as balanced as possible.

Pile of hugs pile of hugs pile of hugs--

Obanai doesn't eat much, but he definitely tries to leave his plate empty to make you and Mitsuri happy.

Mitsuri LOVES your food, everyone does, but with Mitsuri's appetite, it's understandable that she'll be the one who eats the most of your desserts.

If those who hurt you return...it won't be for long, they will have a wild Obanai behind them while Mitsuri distracts you with some sword tricks along with Kaburamaru around your neck preventing you from turning your head to where Obanai is.

Even MITSURI would be eager for revenge, even if they don't want them dead, they want them to pay for harming someone as good and innocent as you.

They bring out the worst in her, so to speak.

Overall, they are a very balanced and loving trio. They make sure you NEVER feel vulnerable and unprotected again. Not their your guard.

[observeowl]

Her Assistant | Chapter 1 - Romanoff's Mansion

Summary: After losing her family, Natasha Romanoff builds her company from the ground up. During the rise of her company, she decided she needed an assistant, one that works in her office and her house. That's when she saw your resume. After working five years for her, how was it like working for her? Or more importantly, how things progress?

Series Masterlist

Your POV In the outskirts of New York there lies a mansion. The distinguished family of Romanoff's morning event started off with an early cup of coffee.

"Miss Romanoff, it's time to wake up. Today's breakfast of poached salmon and mint salad has been prepared. Side dishes of toast, scones and compagne (a type of French peasant bread) have been baked. Which one would you like?" I ask the owner of the mansion as I pour her her first cup of coffee for the day as soon as she's awake.

"The scones..." She replied, still feeling the sleepiness in her. "That aroma... Is it Robusta coffee beans?" She inquired.

"Yes."

We went through the plans for the day and went ahead with the first thing on the agenda after Miss Romanoff finished her breakfast.

Having a famous household name that spread nationwide, there would be plenty of people challenging her status, thinking they would be able to take her spot and my role is to get rid of those pesky rats.

Currently, the Wing family and I are having a bout in front of Miss Romanoff. There was absolutely no reason for them to be issuing a challenge against us but they weren't the only ones. Miss Romanoff accepted the challenge solely because she wanted to have some entertainment in her time.

"How... how do you know this technique?" Mr Wing stuttered after I knocked him down with his own specialty.

"How can I be Miss Romanoff's assistant if I couldn't use that technique?" I dusted my hands off even though I was wearing my gloves.

"How boring. I thought you would be defeated today." Miss Romanoff rolled her eyes when she saw I won the fight once again. Mr Wing was chased out by Bucky once he lost the fight.

I smiled at her ignoring her comment and glared at the rest of the staff as they were supposed to be doing their job and not watching the scene as well. "There was a call from Italy." I told Miss Romanoff as I draped her long coat around her shoulders.

"From Clause?"

"That's right."

We walked towards her study and further discussed our plans for later. We talked about the company's import and export and who could be our potential threat. It's going to be one hell of a show.

I sighed at Miss Romanoff's orders, she loves to toy with people as they underestimate her because she's a lady. But her wish is my command.

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I went out to get the things needed for the party later. I could have them delivered but I preferred being able to choose them by hand. Only the finest deserve to be served in front of Miss Romanoff.

I came back within two hours but the house was left in a disarray compared to when I left. "Bucky!" I screamed. He immediately came running towards me. "What in the world is going on?"

He chuckled without having an answer. "I'm not great at decorating." I sighed as guests were coming soon.

"Just leave this to me and stay in your room please."

I clapped my hands twice and started working immediately, salvaging as much as possible so I wouldn't have to redo the entire thing. When the time was approaching, I went to Miss Romanoff's room to make sure she was all ready for her guest.

She was all dressed and ready to go in her elegant dress but there was something amiss. "You look great, Miss Romanoff, but please do something about that sour look. Even if it is a lie, please make it seem like you're having fun." I stood by the door and looked at her through the mirror.

"Who are you to tell me what to do!" She turned around and raised her voice. "Smiling... To smile happily, I've forgotten how to do so." With a flick of her hair and finishing touches with her lipstick, she walked into the party with confidence and greeted her guests.

Natasha POV "Somehow, there seems to be a rat in here too." Sam said.

A couple of us went down to the basement where it was privately just for me and my few business partners. Not even Y/L/N came down with me. I had enough of mingling with the usual people and went down to have our own fun. The party was just a front to invite the people I wanted to meet.

"How long do you intend to let that harmful animal that scavenge for food and spread diseases around do as it pleases?" Clint asked as it was his turn to hit in the snooker game.

"Shall we let it go as it pleases? Or shall we make it swim?" Sam asked as he waited for his turn.

"Will you pass again, Romanoff?" Clint asked.

"Pass. The ball you can't help hitting is an un-hit principle." I stated while sitting comfortably on my armchair.

"That's good judgement. When will the rat be exterminated?" Ross asked.

"Soon, I have already received the ingredients from Clause." I stood up from my majestic seat and walked towards the pool table. "We will eradicate the rat's nest and break a few bones. When can I receive compensation for this?" I wasn't going to do this for free, I still have a business to run.

"Ahhh, a fail... billiards is hard." Sam said.

"This evening." Ross replied.

"That's fine. I'll have someone pick it up afterwards. Please wait for your snack to be prepared." I reached the pool table and bent forward aiming at the white ball. Ross clenched his jaw, not used to people speaking to him that way. But there was nothing he could do, he needed my help. And it wasn't going to be for free. Good things have a price to be paid.

"Will you aim for the nine-ball with the remaining three-ball?" Clint asked, understanding my flair in the game.

I smirked at him and pulled my arm backwards getting ready to hit the ball. "Are you underestimating me? I never lost a game." 

Your POVAfter settling the rowdy bunch of servants and cooks, I finally have the time to catch a respite. The employees of Romanoff mansion are brilliant in their own way but taking care of a house is not one of them.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Miss Romanoff was done engaging with her friends. After sending her friends off from the mansion, I followed Miss Romanoff to her office.

"Y/L/N! Finish preparing for tonight." She instructed and I instantly knew what she meant.

"Understood, Miss Romanoff. I'll bring up your drink shortly." With that, she entered the office alone and I went to catch the rat I saw running across the hall.

"Bucky, clean this up please." I handed the rat to him and continued on with my duties. I went to prepare Miss Romanoff's cocktail which she always has before going to sleep but when I returned, she was nowhere to be seen.

The desk was in a mess and the window was forced open. This is the third floor, how did anyone climb up the building? I sighed knowing the cocktail I worked hard preparing was going to waste.

"Ah Bucky. Great timing." I called out to him when I saw him once again. "Help me finish this would you?" I passed the cocktail to him without explaining much.

Natasha POV After Y/L/N left, someone crept up behind me and covered my mouth with a cloth, causing me to pass out.

"The backside of America's public order..." I heard someone say while being bound by numerous chains. "Traitors will be bitten to death by the SHIELD's watchdog." I was a little bruised during my transport here. My clothes were no longer pristine but decorated with my blood.

"How many street names have they been burdened with? And how many families have been crushed?" The voice continues to speak.

"Who would have thought that the CEO of the world's best toy factory is just a woman, right? I thought you would open a strip club or something." He placed his fingers under my chin and tilted my head. "Natasha Romanoff."

"It really was you." I said, spitting out the blood that was collected in my mouth. "Ferro family, Azzuro Ferro."

"You know, Natasha, the Italian Mafia finds this country bothersome. It really is a pain." He started walking around like he was the main character of a book.

"You don't get to call me that!" I hissed at him.

He ignored me and continued his fanciful story. "Think about it, what's the most beneficial market for people like us?" He gave me a few seconds to think about it but of course I didn't reply. He's not worthy of my words. "It's not women nor spare parts. It's drugs, you know." He held his cigar and inhaled its scent.

"Even so, when we came to this country, thanks to the successful glares of the watchdogs, we haven't been able to catch a single relaxing scent." He growled at me, angry that neither him nor his lackey were able to have a good time. Getting rid of me is not easy so he decided to give me a proposition. "In the end, aren't we two sides of the same coin? So I just want us to cooperate a bit."

"In your dreams, I have no intentions of conspiring with a filthy rat." I didn't even spend time thinking about it.

"Who would have guessed that Clause would go to such lengths to obtain the drugs. Because of that I only get half of my share. Now do you understand...? If you're lying about where the goods are kept, I won't hesitate to feed you to the dogs."

Silence surrounded us and the only sound we could hear was the sound of clock ticking.

"We already kept your servants waiting. Where are the goods? If you don't spill quickly, I'll kill your servants one by one." He drops the gentleman stunt and reverts back to being the villain, which suits him more in my opinion.

I started laughing at his threats. "It would be nice if cute little puppies were able to 'fetch'." I tilted my head to the side and gave him an innocent smile. He must have thought I was being delusional in this situation.

He gave me a smile that a psychopath would have and was slightly disappointed in me. I received a blow to my face from his leather shoe,

"Do you hear me? The negotiation is over. Kill her." He spoke into his phone.

Their conversation went on for a while as he asked for updates. He was getting more agitated as I could hear panicked shrieks and he screamed into the phone and he stopped all of a sudden.

"Hello, I am a member of the Romanoff's household. I hope Miss Romanoff hasn't been troubling you." I could clearly hear Y/L/N from behind the phone with how quiet it was.

I watched as he gritted his teeth, unable to reply. "WOOF." I shouted so she could hear me.

"Certainly, Miss Romanoff. I'll come for you soon so please wait a little longer."

Your POVWhere could Miss Romanoff have gone? After handing the cocktail to Bucky, I walked towards the kitchen to see Pepper getting a snack of her own. "Hi Y/N!" She waved at me after closing the fridge.

"Hi Miss Potts." I greeted her.

"Y/N, how many times do I- '' She stopped talking when I stepped forward and pushed her to the floor. A bullet flew past us and a clear mark could be seen on the wall. "What just happened?"

"Apologies for my actions." I helped Miss Potts up from the floor and made sure she was not hurt. "Here, take this dessert for you and your boyfriend. Please be safe on your way back." I shoved the cheesecake into her hand and started walking out.

"What? Tony is not my boyfriend!"

"I didn't say anything about Mr Stark, Miss Potts." I bowed to her before hastily leaving.

Taking the mansion's car strictly for my use, I caught up to the group of people who were responsible for the shooting. They were already going above the speed limit but as soon as they saw my shadow, they increased their speed but it was no use, not against my modified car.

Pressing the pedal all the way, I caught up to them in seconds. Now riding the car next to them, I gave them a wave before pulling out my gun. I can see them getting nervous as their car swayed a little, going off road. I steered my car a little, forcing them towards the right.

"Where is Miss Romanoff?" I glared at them.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He kept darting his eyes between me and the road.

"I'm not as patient as Miss Romanoff, so tell me before I blow your brains up." I threatened and stuck my gun out of my window while driving the car with one hand.

"I really don't know." He shook his head denying everything. He gripped his steering wheel tighter and gulped. Time was ticking and I shot his shoulders and his car swayed severely. His eyes widened at the sight in front of him and he slammed the brakes but it was too late. Half of the car was already dangling off the edge of the cliff.

I got out of my car and jumped on top of his car trunk, making them tilt backwards slightly, giving them a sense of security but their lives were still in my control. I took the phone from them and was met with Azzuro from the Ferro family. I greeted him like how one would from an esteemed household. I was about to ask again when I wasn't receiving an answer but I heard the signal from Miss Romanoff from the background and knew to act.

"Thank you for the phone." I placed it back in their chest pocket for them. "Location of your master please." They were still shaking in their seats and holding onto the steering wheel for their dear life. "Come on now... I'm not a very patient person like Miss Romanoff. You don't want to end up like Humpty Dumpty do you?" I gave them a smirk that could match my master.

"He- he's setting up a hideout north of the east end!!!" They gave away instantly after the threat.

"Is that so?"

"We were- we were only hired out!"

"Oh, that's how it works? Then I apologise for detaining you. Please, enjoy your trip." I got down from the car and without the counterbalance, their car free fell off the side of the cliff into the water never to be found again. 

[i-like-anything-water]

chlonette secret admirer au where pollen leaves her gifts to Marinette because

1.) she can't run fast enough so she'd get caught since for some reason Marinette is both clumsy but athletic af

2.) Pollen can go undetected by technology and people in general

3.) She's trying to be better so she won't abuse her powers as Queen Bee and Pollen offered so technically...

Pollen looks at her holder who's pacing in a circle along the carpeted floor. A bouquet of flowers they handpicked this morning lay on the table along with a box of cupcakes Chloe had made (she lent the materials and ingredients needed because she can't bake to save her life) with Alya's mother and a scented card with her message. It was the common apology gift that humans have had since she was brought to this world yet she finds it cute everytime.

"She's going to think someone broke into her house and left some random objects! Oh god, what if she thinks she has a stalker and feels scared instead?!" Pollen couldn't help but buzz in amusement. She was pretty sure her holder's subject of affections wasn't easily deterred by a stalker. Plus, it wasn't stalking! It was just... mysteriously dropping gifts to a person's room. Huh, she really needs to read more regarding this generation's rules on courtship.

"I don't think that will be the case, My Queen," she's sure Tikki would see her anyway. And she's sure Tikki wouldn't snitch on them, yet. "I can safely deposit the gifts without drawing suspicion or ill-will! However, if you feel as if we are taking a step too far forward, I can leave it in her doorstep instead." While she wanted to help her chosen very much regarding her feelings for the ladybug holder, she valued her comfort and decisions above it.

It will take time, and she's frankly not sure if the feelings would be reciprocated. Granted, the previous ladybug and bee holders did end up eventually and happily but she didn't want to bet her holder's love on simply luck. Still, it was worth taking a risk and she's always excited whenever it's a ladybug holder that's gotten her holder's attention.

"I don't know..." Chloe still looked unsure, her eyes darting to the gifts on the table and back to the floating Kwami. "I'm Chloe Bourgeois and I'm panicking, which is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!"

Pollen simply looked at her.

Chloe sighed, her shoulders sagging, "but I'm also Chloe Bourgeois and Queen Bee. I'm changing and... Marinette is a good person. If she ever finds out, I at least know she won't make fun of me for it. But god I'd rather wear the same outfit twice than have her find out!"

Pollen smiled as she flew close to the blabbering blonde and laid a paw on her cheek, "We shall find out together, My Queen."

That seemed to ease the hero's nerves, her nervous expression replaced with a confident grin and determination. "Thanks, Pollen. We should get going now. I wouldn't want to miss seeing her!"

"Thank you, Pollen," she smiled warmly at the Kwami, the sun shining through her blonde locks and calm blue eyes. The crown sat snuggly on her head, the gem gleaming like the ocean on a sunny morning. Pollen smiled back, floating to rest atop the blonde's shoulder. "We should get going now. I wouldn't want to miss seeing her!"

Ah, fate. Bees did find ways to see Ladybugs. Pollen wonders how this would turn out this time.

"Pollen, Buzz On!"

The familiar burst of energy flew through the Kwami and she couldn't help the little jump before she was sucked in the comb.

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They had been working on fixing the housing problem (many welders' villages had essentially crumbled to dust, so after finding a good enough spot and getting the Mahi to stay nice and put in their momentary enclosures, they had worked to carve new, better houses) when Turaga Dume arrived, demanding the assembly lines to Ta-Metru be rebuilt first.

His presence had been an anomaly in and of itself - or at least, it had looked like that from the way Turaga Onewa had greeted him: eyes wide, stunned silence, a half babbled welcome.

That awkward air had dissipated once the older Turaga's order had been relayed. Onewa had immediately regained his fierce nature, bristling and complaining (like his Matoran would have, after all) that shelter was a much more pressing priority right now, since they were still sapient beings after all, and couldn't very well be left to sleep out on Po-Metru's hard dusty ground like a bunch of dead lizards.

But Dume furrowed his brows and said: "The city's life comes before your comforts, carver! I expect those lines to be up and running the next time I see them!"

And Onewa - the referee, the contrarian, the snarling beast - froze, bowed his head deeply, and only mumbled: "Yes, Turaga."

Hafu and Hewkii watched baffled from his sides as Dume nodded curtly and left them to their toiling without a word more, evidently satisfied with the answer he'd been given, completely missing the slight tremor of tightly closed tan fists and the angered resignation in the Komau fixed on his back.

Their Turaga sighed at last once his peer was far enough not to hear him, passing a hand over his mask to calm down.

"Gather the rest," he ordered as he turned to his left and right hand: "The assembly lines aren't exactly behind the corner, and the sooner we get started on them the sooner we'll get back to the houses."

"The rest?" Hewkii repeated, confused.

"Everybody, of course!" Onewa snapped.

He flinched with the two Matoran at his tone of voice.

"But-" the athlete insisted, "But we can't leave important work half finished, you taught us yourself - some of the structures aren't even stable enough to stand on their own, and we need someone to check on the goats--"

Onewa cut him off: "You've heard the Turaga! We need to focus on the city first. The village can wait."

"I can stay here," Hafu butted it hurriedly. Before he could be argued with, the words tumbled out of him: "Everybody else can focus on the assembly lines and I'll work on the houses by myself. I'm the best carver we have, it'll take me nothing, and I could easily watch the Mahi in the meantime - I can make a stable for them right now, even, and once I'm done here I'll come over to help."

"Or we could split in groups," Hewkii added quickly, "Half of us can come with me, and another half can stay here to finish up the village with Hafu. That way we can take turns working and resting once the houses are done, and get everything done much faster."

The Turaga hesitated a moment, digesting the Matoran's lightning-quick proposals as best as he could in such little time.

At last, much to their relief, he nodded - if still a bit stunned.

"Yes," he sighed, shaking his head as if to clear it or rid it of a bad thought. "Yes, that's a good idea... Two teams get twice as much done in half the time. Good thinking. Go gather your groups - Hafu, yours can keep sculpting; Hewkii, come back here once you're all ready so I can show you the way."

His right and left hand nodded eagerly and gave him a small bow before bolting down one of the just rebuilt roads together.

The stopped behind a recently erected wall, just out of their Turaga's sight; carefully, they peered around it, to observe the being they had just left, honing every sense to catch even the slightest anomaly in his demeanor.

Onewa could have spotted them, likely. It wouldn't have been hard. But he was already lumbering away, clearly too preoccupied with everything that had happened and the dark feeling still stirring in his chest like a sand devil to notice much else around him, fists clenching around his staff until his knuckles shrieked.

Hewkii looked back to Hafu: they found their worries reflected in each other's eyes.

They should tell the Toa about this.

Just in case.

[beeandheroddobsessions]

Just Like A King, I've Lost Everything

Part 1: Everybody Plays The Fool

Pairing: Elvis x Gn!Reader

Summary: Elvis can’t function without the reader but their mind seems to be made up.

Warnings: Mean!Reader, like, purposely hurts Elvis’s feelings to prove a point. Elvis crying. Mentions of infidelity. Groveling(?).

A/N: I don’t know how to feel about this (but I couldn’t ignore the itch to write it.) Mmm as always, the songs aren’t crucial to the story, but they are a nice background sound.

Happy reading! -Yonka💕

He knows he messed up. He can't even claim that he was drunk. That girl who meant nothing cost him everything. Elvis knew you wouldn't be coming back when you walked out that door. In fact, You had packed up and moved out before he got back. You may have been hurt, but you weren't about to play the fool twice. 

The man had tried everything, gifts, phone calls, letters. Hell, he even sat on your porch, thinking there was no way you could ignore him then. However, your dedication proved him wrong.

The gifts were thrown out, calls ignored, letters marked 'return to sender', and when You spotted him at your front doorstep looking like a hurt dog, you turned the car around and returned the way you came.

Elvis was helpless without you; he cried day and night. Every song he attempted to write turned into a sad ballad, a plea for you to come home. In a last attempt to see you, he all but begged Jerry to drive him over to your house, knowing you would never turn his friend away. 

Though he framed the request in a way that gave Jerry a choice, he knew better than to deny the man who signed his checks. 

When you see Jerry's car pull in, you can't help the excitement that bubbles in your body. You hadn't heard from him, or anyone for that matter, since the party and missed having company. With a rather large smile, you swing the door open and offer a side hug. 

"What brings you here, Jerbear?" He only responds with a tight-lip smile and shuffles his way inside. You think to yourself, Odd. Jerry finds his way to the loveseat in the corner of the room; you quickly notice the uneasy look his face holds. 

"Jerry? Is everything alright? You look a little green 'round the gills."

With a slight frown, jerry shifts his body toward you. "I'm sorry about this. I didn't know he would take it this far." You raise an eyebrow, "Jer, it ain't your fault that he's a low-down-" 

Jerry shakes his head so fast you think it might roll off his shoulders. "That's not what I mean, y/n. He-" The door flying open cut him off. You snap your head, and, sure as shit, there stands the man you've been ducking and dodging like the plague. Realization hits you hard; you've been corned. 

"Just what the hell are you doin' here, Elvis?" You grit out. Jerry coughs, and you set your sights on him. 

"You brought him here? Knowing how I felt? Jerry, what the hell?!" Your voice is steadily rising. Elvis quickly interrupts the beginning of what will surely become a tirade.

"Baby-" If looks could kill, Elvis would be a pile of bones and mush.

"Don't you dare. It's y/n to you." 

He gulps, "Y/n. I'm sorry; I need you in my life."

Your mouth hangs opens at his audacity, and the string snaps. "Did you need me when you had that girl perched on your lap? Lockin' lips like a pair of fumblin' teenagers? For fucks sake, Elvis. Ya made a goddamn fool of me!"

The volume of your voice has Jerry's eyes wide. He sinks into the seat as if he's the one being ripped a new one, and he isn't even the one caught in the crosshairs.

Elvis hates the way his eyes sting, tears threatening to spill. You had never spoken to him this way before, never looked at him like your biggest regret. It hurt. 

"Y/n, please. I can't sleep at night without you. I hardly eat. I ain't singing the same. Graceland is jus' a house without ya in it; I sit alone by the piano, hopin' you'll walk through the door. I'm beggin' ya, y/n. Come back."

Your head shakes in disbelief. Slack-jawed is what you are. I, I, I. That's all you heard. Elvis was making this about him, and it made you furious. Your eyes bore into his, searching for a hint of a lie. Though you realize he's telling the truth, you also know he doesn't get it. You had to play the fool, so he'll play the lonely king. 

"Tough shit. Get out."

Elvis feels his world crumble. You meant everything, and to hear you kick him to the curb without question is too much to bear. He falls to his knees and lets out a heartbroken sob, looking just like you did a few weeks ago, pathetically helpless.

Jerry rises to his feet, eyebrows practically touching his hairline. He's unsure of what to do, having never seen his boss so distraught. He desperately searches for the right words but fails to find them. When he tries to step forward, your hand meets his chest. He glances over and finds your eyes trained on the broken man before you, shaking your head no.

As the sobs continue to rack violently through Elvis's body, you drop your hand from Jerry and crouch down. You take the man's tear-stained face in your hands, cupping it like a mother would her son's. Elvis almost thinks he's fallen into a dream, unable to believe the hands caressing his face belong to the same person to berated him only moments ago.

"Look at me," you coo, voice soft and gentle. Slowly, his eyes trail up to your own.

"S-Satnin," he hiccups. You shush him and run a hand through his hair, giving him a warm smile.

"Crushes your soul, don't it? Knowin' the person you love don't love you the same?" You whisper.

Elvis's eyes widen as it dawns upon him. He hadn't realized just how bad he had hurt you. You went through this pain alone. 

You loved him unconditionally and saw no faults, and yet you were repaid with heartbreak and humiliation. The epiphany is too much for him to bear. He felt awful. The sobs get louder as elvis wraps his arms around you and does his best to sputter out an apology.

"I'm so, so goddamn sorry, baby. I never meant to put you through this. I-If I could go back and change things, I would. In a h-heartbeat. I won't ever hurt ya again. Jus' come back home, and I'll make it all right." 

Deciding that Elvis finally understood, you rise without a word and head for the bedroom. He grips your arm and holds you in place, afraid of being shut out again.

"Well, now wait, baby, if ya don’t like the idea of comin' back right away I'm willin' to compromise, Just please say you-“

You hold up a finger hushing his hysterics and pivot on your feet, stalking toward the bedroom. The puffy-eyed musician doesn’t stray too far behind. He sits quietly as you shuffle your way to the closet.

When Elvis sees you pull your suitcase down from the top, he rushes your form, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug that makes it hard to breathe. The luggage is dropped and forgotten.

"I'll never hurt ya again. I promise," He whispers into your hair.

"I believe you, Elvis.“

The loving embrace is broken as you remember about the man in the middle “I've got to go break Jer out of his shock."

He giggles, one of those soft sweet laughs you love so much, and nods.

Elvis doesn't know much, but he knows he'll always come running back to you.