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tacticaldiary · 4 years

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Having a relationship w/ Oikawa based on a bet and the gf heard it when the seijoh 4 talked about it making oikawa panicked when he knows his gf heard it.. ahh angst to fluff? Hehe thank youuuu

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This was fun to write. :)

Betting on You

Pairing: Reader x Oikawa Tooru

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, a lil fluff

He couldn’t lose her, anyone but her. He shouldn’t have accepted the bet. Needless to say, Oikawa Tooru has a lot of regrets right now. Opening up and being vulnerable to his partner was thankfully not one of them, even if it had ended up with them crying in each others arms.

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Mumbling incoherently, Y/N reaches out next to her in the bed, trying to find the warm body that usually occupied the space next her. Frowning when she feels only the bedsheets, she opens her eyes and squints. There’s no one next to her.

“Tooru?” she mutters softly, yawning and sitting up. He was always there, clinging to her, holding her close. Strange. She decides to wait for him, wanting his warmth to fall asleep with. The guy was like a living heater, which was useful during cold winter nights like this one.

Twenty minutes pass and he still doesn’t come back. Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N sighs and pulls herself to the edge of the bed, slipping on a pair of slippers. She shivers a little when the cold air hits her skin, but continues slowly towards the door to their shared bedroom. Opening it with a quiet creak, she immediately hears voices. A little confused, she quietly keeps walking, stopping at the doorway to the living room.

She tilts her head in confusion when she sees Tooru laying on the couch, tapping away at his phone. It appears he’s on a voice call on speaker.

“Almost three months.”

“Honestly, none of us expected you to last this long.”

Her eyes widen as she hears familiar voices. Matsukawa and Hanamaki?

“You’re still keeping him to that?” Iwaizumi? What were they doing this late at night? The clock on the wall tells her it’s 2 in the morning.

“Obviously. I thought the money was pretty much guaranteed.”

“Can you blame us? He’s never kept someone around for more than a month.”

“Shut up.” Tooru's quiet voice reaches her ears. What money? What was going on?

“You’re not going to win.” comes Iwaizumi’s annoyed voice. “It’s Y/N.”

“Yeah, but before her it was also Mika-Chan and Yui-Chan and Hina-Chan and Aiko-Chan and-”

“Alright, I get it. Iwa-Chan’s the only one who’s on my side.” he pouts, cutting off Hanamaki’s annoying high-pitched imitation of him.

“We still don’t know why. You’re obviously going to lose the bet. It’s inevitable.” Matsukawa claim confidently

...Bet?

“I’ll win in a few days, if you haven’t noticed. Nothing’s gonna happen in a few days.” Tooru rolls his eyes.

“And then you’ll dump her?”

Y/N suddenly feels cold, and it has nothing to do with the weather. Dump her? Bet? WHat was going on? Her mind was racing. Tooru hadn’t indicated that he was unhappy, or wanted to break up. He was always telling her how much he loved her. Was he lying? She felt a little sick at the thought.

“Yeah, the bet was to keep someone around for more than three months. You’ll be done in a few days. What’re you gonna do then?”

What?

“A bet?” she says aloud, her voice hollow with shock.

Tooru jumps and drops his phone, quickly turning around to see his girlfriend looking at him in horror.

“Y-Y/N-Chan...” he scrambles to his feet and ends the call, wondering how much she had heard. “I thought you were asleep?” he quickly moves towards her, reaching out to touch her shoulder. He freezes when she backs away, shaking her head in disbelief.

“A bet, Tooru? A bet?”

“What-? Wait, Y/N...it’s not what you think-”

“Keep me around? You were dating me for a...bet?” her voice starts shaking a little, as she remembers how mere hours ago, he was holding her, assuring her how much he loved her.

“No! I-”

“Am I a game to you? A bet? Are you fucking kidding me?” She nearly laughs, because of course he would only date her for a bet. Of course.

He frantically shakes his head, reaching out for her again, but thinking better of it when he glares at him with eyes full of unshed tears. His eyes widened. This wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. “Y/N-Chan, listen to me, please, let me explain.” he sounds panicked.

She clenches her jaw. “I should have seen this coming. Of course the Oikawa Tooru wouldn’t go out with someone like me.” She lets out a bitter chuckle at his stunned expression. Before he can interrupt, she pushes on. “Why would you, when you have girls, so much more perfect than me, throwing themselves at your feet all the time?”

“Y/N-” he’s trying desperately to get a word in, wincing when she raises her voice to overpower his.

“Mika-Chan and Yui-Chan and Hina-Chan.” she imitates, recalling the phone call. Tears she’s tried to keep at bay finally start trickling down and Oikawa’s heart twists painfully, knowing that he was the one who caused it. “Obviously, the only reason you’d consider me was because of a bet, a fucking bet, Tooru.” she cries out angrily.

“Y/N-Chan, listen to me.” he says seriously, grabbing her shoulder and looking her in the eyes. “I love you. I’ve loved you since the beginning. The bet means nothing to me.”

Her next word feel like a punch to the gut.

“Bullshit.” she whispers, before repeating herself louder. “Utter bullshit. You never loved me.”

“I did, I do!” he insists.

“If you did, it wouldn’t have taken a bet for you to ask me out!” she roughly shoves his hands off her. Taking a deep breath, forcing herself to ignore his hurt look. “It’s my fault too, isn’t it? I should’ve known better than to accept dating the Oikawa Tooru, the school heartthrob, notorious for playing around.” her words are laced with venom and self-pity. “There’s always gonna be someone better. Someone prettier, skinner, funnier. I was stupid for thinking you would ever fall for me.” All her insecurities come spilling out, accumulated from months of dating him, enduring the comments whispered under the breath by jealous students, girls openly flirting with her boyfriend. She was stupid to think she would ever be enough.

Pushing past him, wiping her sleeves across her eyes, she storms back into the bedroom, Oikawa at her heels behind her. She grabs her pillow and a blanket, turning back around and moving to the couch in the living room. She does her best to ignore her boyfriend's desperate attempts to gain her attention, begging her to give him a chance to explain. She sets up the items and lays on the couch, pulling the blanket to her chin and turning to face the back of the couch.

She refused to sleep anywhere near him. When he doesn’t stop talking she says coldly:

“Leave me alone. I want nothing to do with you.”

“No.”

She pauses. “No?”

“Not until you hear me out.” He crosses his arms.

“I’ve heard enough.”

“It’s a misunderstanding. If you’d just let me explain-”

“I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow.”

He was dreading that. He really does love her, so fucking much. He doesn't want to lose her.

“Y/N-”

“I’m going to sleep.” She had never spoken to him in that tone before.

She hears a sigh after a few moments of silence, in which he realises that she was going to be stubborn till the end. Y/N hears him walk away and she buries her face in the blanket, silently crying to herself. She freezes when she hears the bedroom door close with a ‘click’ and footsteps approaching her. She turns around a little, to see Oikawa sitting at the foot of the couch with his own blanket and pillow. He doesn’t look at her, focusing on fluffing his pillow and pulling his thicker, warmer quilt over himself. He was equally as stubborn and wasn’t going to leave her alone like this.

She scoffs and settles back down again, still crying. If he notices, he doesn’t comment on it. The two lay in silence for a good thirty minutes. Y/N had stopped crying, but was still awake because how the hell was she supposed to fall asleep after what she had learnt?

She’s startled when she suddenly hears Oikawa’s soft voice. “I love you, you know? I really do. Ever since I saw you in Chemistry last year. You caught my eye so quickly, and I flirted with you for weeks before you got the hint.” he laughs breathily. “You didn’t want my attention like everyone else, and I was curious. It felt different to be the one trying to get someone else’s attention.” he takes a deep breath, and she realises with a start that she’s never heard him this vulnerable. He probably thinks she’s asleep.

“I was planning to ask you out before and I told the others and they laughed at me.” he frowns at the memory. “The assholes thought I was kidding, that I wasn’t serious. Iwa-Chan was the only one who took it seriously. I don’t blame them, cause I’d only ever dated for fun before.” He breathes in deeply again, steadying his voice and Y/N’s eyes widen when she realizes he’s holding back tears.

“So when they bet that I couldn't last more than 3 months with you, I agreed, but only because I was going to ask you out anyway, and I intended on staying as long as I could. As long as you’d let me stay by your side.” He lets out a sad, watery chuckle, and Y/N feels her stomach drop. She never wanted to hear that sound from him again.

“I...shit, I don’t want to lose you. I can’t. You’re the only one for me. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you.” A strangled, muffled sob, reaches her ears, and it takes all of her willpower to remain still.

“I’m serious about you...about us. You’re not a game, you never were. I just wanted to be with you. I want to be able to hold you again.” another muffled cry, as he buries his face in his hands. He’d never willingly let anyone see himself like this, not even Y/N. He was glad she was asleep.

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, princess.” he stays where he is, sitting up leaning back on the couch, calming himself down, letting out soft hiccups every now and then.

Y/N is wide awake, thinking over his words. They had to be genuine, right? He had no idea she was awake. He had sounded so...real and vulnerable, nothing like the strong façade he usually put up in front of others. Taking her chances, she discreetly moves, eyes widening when she sees the state he’s in.

One of his hands is over his mouth, muffling his small sobs, Y/N wants to cry as she realises it’s probably so he doesn’t wake her up. His other hand is clenched tightly in his brown hair, his knees drawn to his chest. His face was blotchy and red and wet with tears. She’s never seen him like this. She moves and he doesn’t notice.

Sitting directly behind him, she gently grabs the hand in his hair, to which he nearly jumps out of his skin. Y/N would usually laugh at the reaction, if not for the way he was looking up at her. She eases his hand out of his hair and holds it, tugging him up to the couch. He hesitates, before climbing up, sitting on the cushion next to her.

“You-” his voice wavers, and he tries again. “You were awake?”

She nods, glancing at their connected hands, before staring at the ground. She hears his sharply take in a breath.

“Y/N...love, I meant it. I meant every word, I swear.”

“We’ll talk tomorrow.” she mumbles, tugging on his hand again, until they're both laying on the couch. She reaches over and grabs Oikawa’s quilt and pulls it on the two of them. She relaxes against him when his arms automatically wind around her waist and he buries his face in her hair, pressing small kisses on her. Each was an unspoken apology.

She knows he’s crying when she feels the tears hit her skin.

He knows she’s crying when he can feel her shaky, irregular breaths.

They lay there, eventually falling asleep clutching each other tightly, both of them hurting on the inside. They would have to have a serious talk tomorrow, but both had a blooming hope that they would pull through.

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jeongvision · 4 years

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pairing. husband! jeong jaehyun ✗ fem! reader

genre. fluff (!!), humor, domestic au, parent au, non idol au

warnings. y’all i’m so devastated that the father of my future child won’t be someone like jaehyun in this blurb :( heart been broke so many times

author’s note. this is the final installation of my timestamp mini-series! thank you all for reading and liking this! until next time <3

“Minho?” you called out.

The boy in question looks up to you with beady eyes, lips pursed from his mouth full of cereal. You chuckle at his silly demeanor and went to grab a napkin to wipe off the leftovers that stayed glued to his face. “Are you that hungry, baby? Did you eat anything for dinner last night?”

He swallows the remaining cereal in his mouth before answering you, proper etiquette he learned from you. “I did! Daddy cooked us some pasta last night,” he nods enthusiastically. There’s an excited look shining through his eyes, “It was really yummy, mommy!”

Just earlier, the 4-year-old boy woke up from his slumber after not feeling your presence in bed, confused as to where his mother could have gone. After walking out of yours and Jaehyun’s shared bedroom, careful to not wake up his father and twin sister in bed, he found you in the kitchen preparing breakfast. The delightful scent wafted through the air, waking up his tired eyes almost immediately. His two little feet brought him running to your legs, giggles filling in the spaces as his arms wrapped around your knee, hugging you with so much love that it melted your drowsiness away.

You tuck some strands away from his forehead, fingers weaving through his soft locks. “Yes, daddy does cook some really good food, huh?” You smile at your son, “Can you go wake up daddy and Minji for mommy, please? It’s time for us to have breakfast.”

With a nod, he runs back into the bathroom, not minding the tumbling sounds he’s making from his little rumbling steps. He barges into the bedroom and sees his father and sister still snoozing the morning away, both of their jaws slacked slightly open. Minji’s head rests against Jaehyun’s forearm, her limbs spread out like a starfish. Meanwhile the latter had his free arm laying across his blanket-covered abdomen, body aligned straight as a soldier’s.

Minho lets out a giggle before climbing onto the bed, his dimples poking through, a trait he inherited from his father. He shakes his sister’s shoulders, “Minji! Wake up! Mommy says it’s time for breakfast!” But she only mumbles incoherently, absentmindedly swatting away his pestering hands. He reaches over to his father and shakes him instead after gaining an unfavorable outcome from her. “Daddy! Mommy said to wake up! We have to eat breakfast now!”

Fortunately for him, Jaehyun was actually more responsive than the latter as he slowly opens his eyes, groggily groaning awake from his son’s spirited voice. However, he closes his eyes back to sleep, counting sheep in his dreams. Minho wouldn’t take that as an answer, so he proceeds to stand up in bed and start jumping, careful to not step on them in the process. “Wake up! Wake up! If we don’t eat breakfast, we don’t go to Disney!” And just from the word ‘Disney’, Minji almost instantaneously rises up from her father’s arm, head perked up.

“Disney? Did you say we’re going to Disney?”

Minho stops his jumping and plops down on the bed in front of her. He nods exuberantly, “Mhm! Mommy and daddy said yesterday that we are going to Disney today. That’s why we have to eat our food before we can go!”

Minji cheers gleefully to his words, her own set of dimples poking in her cheeks. And so, she assists her brother in waking their father up, jumping up and down on the bed in unison to cause more havoc to Jaehyun’s sleep.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!”

“Wake up, wake up!”

“Mommy said it’s time to eat!”

“Mommy said she won’t love you anymore if you don’t wake up!”

After hearing the last statement, he instantly lifts his head, an eyebrow raised. “Who said mommy won’t love me anymore? Hm?” he jokingly challenges. The twins stop their ministrations and, to avoid the blame, point at each other, a fit of giggles after doing so.

“He did!”

“She did!”

He sits up from his position which prompted both of the twins to quickly dash off the bed, squeals and laughter resonating the halls of their humble adobe as they run off to safety they call their mother. He rolls his eyes before plopping back in bed.

“Have kids, they said,” he mumbles. “It’ll be fun, they said,” and yet, there’s a smile on his face that he can’t seem to wipe off. As much as how much of a headache they can be, he wouldn’t trade it for the world. He would do anything to keep his family safe and happy, even if he has to sacrifice hours of his peaceful sleep for it.

While he slowly strips the sleep out of his system in the bedroom, the kitchen was booming with sounds and chatters, plates and utensils clinking and clanking one another as you set up the table. As you were plating your children’s plates with delicious goods, you felt an arm wrapping around your figure, one that enveloped you in love and care.

You turn your head to see Jaehyun resting his chin on your shoulder, a sweet smile dressing his lips and you inhaled in his scent. “Good morning, my love.”

You let out a laugh, “Good morning to you too, my sleepyhead.”

“Hey, not my fault the kids wouldn’t let me sleep last night.”

“That’s because you let them have ice cream late after having their dinner,” you reasoned, waving a finger at him. “You know that’s a no-no in the Jung household. No late desserts after dinner.”

He playfully snorts to your words and mumbles under his breath, “But I wanted some ice cream too..”

After you all have a boisterous breakfast together, the kids are off to the bathrooms to brush their teeth and washing up for the day. Jaehyun took the initiative in washing the dishes in return for you prepping their meal. While he did that, you walk into the bedroom and start grabbing clothes for the twins to wear to Disneyland as you and Jaehyun promised them. The twins finally returned from the bathroom and waits for your command, visibly thrilled that they will be going to the happiest place on earth.

You got both of them dressed up and that is when your husband returns from his dishwashing duty and he starts getting dressed with you. After getting ready for the day, Jaehyun wraps his arms around your torso again, this time from your front.

He grins to you, “Remember when we were younger, you didn’t want to get married to me?”

You raise an eyebrow to the latter, “What are you talking about? You’ve only proposed to me once and that was on New Year’s.”

He shakes his head, “No, I proposed to you before that.”

“When?”

“Remember when I joked about you borrowing my last name?”

You searched through your memories to clue in on his insinuation but you were hit with a blank. You shake your head, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He gives you a narrowed look, “I asked you if I could borrow my grey hoodie at the time.”

“Wait, you were actually proposing to me at the time?” You’re gawking at him, finally remembering the incident he was referring to. While you tend to forget a lot of the conversations you have with him, you could remember every occurrence of him asking to borrow his clothes. Our clothes, you would correct him. Funny how back then in college, you were nowhere close to getting married to him, too afraid of what the future holds. Now here you are, happily married to the love of your life with wonderful twins you’re proud to call your own.

He shrugs his shoulders, “I mean, I was joking, but I wouldn’t mind if you actually said yes back then.” He grins again, “I have been wanting to marry you for quite some time.”

Smiling, you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to give him a soft peck on his lips. There’s a look of tender in his eyes, and you knew yours had the same look too. “Well, I’m all yours now. No more borrows and returns now.” You both rest your foreheads against each other. “Everything is exactly where we want it to be, my love.”

“Can I still borrow my brown cardigan that you stole from me last week?”

“Absolutely not.”

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pr1ncessm00n · 3 years

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for sale or wanted — jean kirstein x fem! reader

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warnings: cursing, porco being toxic lol. dates are wrong once again sorry !!

[ playlist : love again - dua lipa ]

eight.

Half asleep and ready to go to bed, Y/N fell back into her bed. She picked up her phone, hoping to mindlessly scroll through some TikToks. Instead, she was met with two messages. Audibly gasping as she read Porco’s name, she dropped her phone, hitting herself in the face in the process. “Ow!”

Porco? Y/N thought incredulously. What the hell does he want?

Contemplating asking Ymir and Sasha for advice, Y/N then decided against it. This was her life, she couldn’t expect her friends to guide her though it. But God, was she such a coward when it came to Porco. It wasn’t like he was Prince Charming, but Y/N had an extreme loyalty complex. She couldn’t ever allow herself to let go of people. Porco used to berate her for that constantly.

Why are you so clingy? He would ask.

Who’s the clingy one now? Y/N thought bitterly. She decided to ignore Porco’s text until she could think of a reply that wasn’t along the lines of “No, fuck you.” She slid her thumb over to Jean’s message.

Great. Another text asking to talk. Why couldn’t people just send their question and save a girl the anxiety? Y/N scolded herself for allowing her egotistical ex to ruin her mood. Jean didn’t deserve her snappiness.

Jean sighed in relief. Thank God she replied. He didn’t know if he could handle the mortification if she didn’t.

Y/N pondered for a bit.

Y/N laughed quietly to herself. So Jean could in fact match her sense of humor. She exited out of their chat, mindlessly scrolling through social media. She actively avoided Porco’s message, not wanting to burden herself with the chore of responding to him. What could he possibly have to say? She headed to Twitter, hopefully finding something relatable to retweet. As Y/N scrolled, she saw a familiar face appear on her timeline.

Recommended for you from contacts, the header read. Below it was about 3 profiles of people in her contacts she had not followed yet. Among them, was Jean.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat.

Should I? She questioned. Would she be overstepping some unspoken boundary? What if she hurt her own feelings by stalking and seeing something she wouldn’t like/had no business seeing? Maybe she should just ignore it. She doubted Jean was some internet creep… but wouldn’t it be good to know if he was? Curiosity getting the better of her, Y/N decided to invade that boundary and look at his account.

He didn’t have much content from what Y/N could see. He just retweeted fancy cars and some funny memes. She spotted Connie, Sasha’s lifelong friend and Jean’s infamous roomie. She mentally hoped Jean didn’t tweet like Connie. That would be the ultimate ick.

Y/N’s thumb stopped scrolling, hovering over a tweet. Her heart beated ten times more rapidly.

well she is pretty lol, Jean’s tweet read. Tweeted just an hour after he met Y/N.

Could it be? Y/N wondered. No way. There’s no way it’s about me. I’m just jumping to conclusions. Why would he say that about me? I’m just being self absorbed.

She brushed off her inquiries, deciding to just stop stalking his account entirely. From what she already saw, there wasn’t anything suspicious or icky enough to make her want to not interact with him. And she was already paranoid, so every tweet she saw she would begin to assume it was about her as well. She was just getting her hopes up.

Rolling over on her side, Y/N placed her phone to charge and went to sleep. It was late, which was probably what was causing her mind to become fuddled.

——

“You should’ve told me Sasha’s third roomie was Y/N,” Reiner had said to Jean in the truck. “I totally blindsided her. Top ten worst encounters of my life.”

“Uh, care to enlighten me? Do you guys have beef or something?” Jean asked, perusing the radio stations.

Reiner sighed. “She’s dating- was dating- my childhood friend, Porco.”

Jean felt his stomach drop. “Oh.”

Reiner glanced at him before stopping at a red light. “I said dating. He dumped her like a week ago. It was pretty trash.”

Jean secretly felt more at peace hearing that. Poor Y/N, but.. she could probably do better than this Porco person.

“So what does that have to do with you?” Jean asked.

Reiner shrugged. “I guess I didn’t really help. She said she felt a little betrayed. Like I agreed with Porco and my friends that she’s the crazy one.”

Jean nodded. “So you were a bystander.”

Reiner sighed again, tilting his head in an I guess motion. “It’s just hard. Porco’s like my brother, and I don’t agree with how he acted… but maybe I should have spoken up sooner.”

Jean patted his shoulder. “Don’t blame yourself, man. That was between them.”

“Yeah. I could have at least told Porco to step it up, though.” Reiner murmured.

I’m glad you didn’t. Jean snickered to himself.

“So, you think she’s cute?” Reiner shot Jean a devilish grin. Jean rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I guess. You goin’ to Historia’s birthday?” He slyly changed the subject.

“Is it open invite?” Reiner’s eyebrows scrunched up.

Jean shrugged. “I have an invite. Maybe you can be my plus one.”

Reiner made a “Hmm” sound in response, weary at Jean’s invite. “What are you dressing as if you go?”

“I was thinking swag era Justin Bieber.” Jean replied, smiling widely.

Reiner gave him a look. “You for real?”

Jean’s smile dropped. “What?”

Reiner laughed. “I’d pay money to see how badly you embarrass yourself with that.”

“It’s a 2000’s party?” Jean was confused.

“Yeah, but everyone does like, early 2000s. Think Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake.”

Jean shot him a curious look.

“What? Pop culture is my guilty pleasure.” Reiner explained himself. “And everyone knows Britney Spears.”

Jean hummed in response. “I just think you got a thing for pop girls.” He referenced the earlier Becky G mishap.

“I’m not even gonna deny it anymore.” Reiner agreed, defeated.

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“Guys,” Y/N said the next morning. Ymir and Sasha were at the breakfast “nook” (a corner of their miniature kitchen designated for a small table that barely fit all three of them), Sasha eating cereal and Ymir chomping on an apple while scrolling on her phone. “Porco texted me last night.”

Ymir continued scrolling, unfazed. Sasha’s eyes widened and she swallowed her food before speaking. “What? Why?” Y/N glared at Ymir.

“Thanks for your interest YMIR, but as i was telling Sasha-“

“I’m Sasha.” Sasha cut in, obviously confused.

Y/N gave Sasha a look.

“Did you say something?” Ymir said, bored. She still hadn’t looked up from her phone.

“Ymir!” Sasha scolded. “Y/N’s telling us Porco texted her!”

“Who’s Porco?” Ymir replied, monotonous.

Y/N sighed in exasperation. “Are you stalking Eren again? I already told you to stop comparing your subscribers-“

“I’m not stalking Eren!” Ymir snapped defensively. “I’m…” She mumbled the next part incoherently.

“Huh?” Sasha and Y/N asked in unison.

“I SAID,” Ymir repeated, annoyed. “I’m looking up Britney Spears outfits. Historia wanted us to go as different eras of her. But I can’t find anything that matches my style.” She grumbled.

Y/N’s heart melted. It was adorable watching Ymir struggle to find a matching costume for Historia. It was like Marilyn Manson wanting to get along with a CareBear.

“Just go as JT,” Sasha said, chewing her cereal.

“One, close your mouth, and two, Historia asked for us to go as Brittney. I can’t just show up like a dude.” Ymir visibly deflated as she scrolled through countless pictures of a younger Spear’s iconic looks.

“Why don’t you try her bandanna phase? That wasn’t so over the top, and she wore mostly jeans.” Y/N suggested as she squeezed into the corner chair.

Ymir sighed. “I don’t want to wear a skirt or some bimbo shit. That’s y’alls look.”

“How do you manage to sound endearing trying to please your girlfriend while simultaneously insulting us?” Y/N wondered aloud.

“It’s a talent.” Ymir waved her off. “What did you guys get her though?”

“A giftcard to Urban Outfitters,” Sasha replied. “I got tired of searchin’. I put $50 on it. I think that should be enough for like, a shirt and a half. She better like it, too. ‘Cus I’m broke.” Sasha pointed her spoon at Ymir accusingly.

“I got her the Taylor Swift vinyl she’s been wanting. And some pink film for her camera.” Y/N added. Ymir nodded approvingly.

“I hope she likes my gift. I don’t know if I’m moving too fast though?” For the first time since Y/N mer Ymir, Y/N hadn’t ever seen her this distraught.

“Calm down,” Y/N reassured her. “You’ve been together for years now. I don’t think you can move any slower.”

Ymir rolled her eyes, leaning back im her chair with arms crossed. “It’s a small trip to Seoul. I know she’s been dying to go. It’s not like it’s anything she hasn’t seen before with her family… but I figure it’d be different with just us.” Y/N’s heart melted.

“That’s so sweet!” Sasha exclaimed, eyes watery. “I want an Ymir!”

“Well, you can’t have me!” Ymir laughed. “It’s not a big deal. The sponsorship I managed to land gave me a decent payout.” Ymir sheepishly replied, her cheeks a faint red

Y/N nudged her. “Look at you, being modest.”

Ymir waved her hand. “Shut up. How does this look?” She turned her phone to Y/N, showing a picture of Britney Spears clad in low waist jeans, a black tank top and sure enough, a yellow bandanna.

“That’s perfect.”

Ymir smirked, smug. “Just like me.”

“Y/N!” Sasha shouted. “Go back to the Porco thing!”

“Oh, yeah. What did Oinky want?” The girls turned to face Y/N, who shrank a bit back in her seat.

“That’s a new one,” Y/N chuckled. “I thought of one last night, too,” She paued for dramatic effect. “Porker!” She gasped out, giggling, hitting the table in a slight fit of laughter. Sasha and Ymir gave Y/N a blank stare, unamused at Y/N’s mediocre roast.

“Not funny, didn’t laugh.” Sasha spat.

“If your career was stand up you’d be living in a box.” Ymir deadpanned.

“Tough crowd,” Y/N sighed, wiping imaginary tears from her eyes. “But if you must know…” She purposely stalled a bit, knowing it would send an impatient, jittery Sasha over the edge and annoy Ymir even more, even if she pretended she was not interested in the relationship drama between Y/N and her disgraced ex.

“Just say it already!” Sasha begged.

“I…don’t know. I haven’t responded.” Y/N finally admitted, putting her head in her hands. “I just-“ Her words were muffled by her hands.

Ymir removed her hands from her face. “Your words, darling.” She scolded, voice oozing sarcasm.

“Ugh,” Y/N groaned. “I’m too pussy to respond. He just asked if we could talk. What could he possibly want? What if he wants the couch? It’s just too much.”

Sasha gave her a sympathetic gaze. “Just leave him on read! If he wants to talk so badly he’ll find a way to say what he needs to.”

“For once, I agree.” Ymir added.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Y/N stretched. “But it did keep me up at night wondering what he wanted.”

“Y/N, forget him! Historia’s party is soon, there’s no time to worry about ugly men!” Sasha stood up, rushing to put her bowl in the sink. “I got a lecture in a few, but you need to find your costume! We’re all going as Britney!” She said before disappearing into her room.

“Um, who’s gonna tell her we’re not all dressing as Britney?” Ymir inquired.

Y/N snorted. “Not I. I’m probably going as Suki from Fast and the Furious.”

“Niiceee,” Ymir fist pumped Y/N. “She was my sexual awakening.” Y/N choked on her muffin.

“Ymir, what’d we say about uncalled for horniness?” Y/N reprimanded. Ymir made her way to the coat rack, searching for her car keys in her leather jacket’s pocket.

“If I was gonna be chewed out for liking women I would’ve lived with my parents!” Ymir called out. “I gotta pick up Historia!”

“Will you be back?” Y/N shouted back.

“Get off my dick!” Ymir shut the door. Laughing to herself, Y/N picked up Ymir’s dish to place in the sink. She was, out of the three, the more tidier one. Ymir did the best cleaning, but she was selectively lazy.

“Bye, Y/N!” Sasha shouted before leaving in a rush. One thing Y/N had grown used to was the fairly chaotic mornings. She secretly hoped they would be like this for a long time.

Since Y/N had transferred, Ymir and Sasha had been the best roommates she could ask for. Yes, Ymir was snappy and Sasha was a bit ditzy, but it was the perfect combination and they were respectful. Y/N had transferred from Sina University purely for academic reasons, but she had not expected to fit in so well with the girls or their group of pre establish friends. She worried she would not fit in since they had already been so tight-knit, but found that wasn’t the case at all. They were open, accepting and loyal. Y/N couldn’t be happier where she was, and even though she wouldn’t admit it, she was grateful for how close they had all gotten in their short time together. Who knew randomly assigned rooming would provide her with friendship to last a lifetime?

Which is why every time she thought about Porco she kicked herself. How could she have let some… meathead ruin her freshmen year of college? She should have been having fun, interacting with Ymir and Sasha’s friends more, lived her own life. But no, she chose to become involved with a self absorbed fraternity guy of all people. Now she was semi-heartbroken, extremely humiliated, and about a year’s worth of time and effort short. She had allowed him to take advantage of her so much, that he felt he could contact her still after basically using her. The thought made her want to rip her hair out and scream.

Almost as if through divine intervention, her phone beeped with a notification.

What the actual hell? Y/N thought.

She froze for a second. What does she do? Respond? Ignore? Block?

After a few seconds of mental deliberation, Y/N finally decided. She was fed up with the lack of bravery she showed and decided to just end it once and for all. Typing out a response, she clicked send and decided to go to the mall for the retail therapy she was sure to need after whatever Porco said what he wanted to say. Turning the shower on, she braced herself for his response. What could Porco want? She couldn’t wrap her mind around it.

This better be good, Y/N thought.

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a/n: woohoo!! long chapter. so to recap: i graduated!! i am finally free from the clutches of high school. i might do a face reveal :) bc i loved my grad dress. anywho, my fever cleared up, i have chapter 9 already completed (just need to revise + edit) and this is NOT proof read!! it’s 2 am guys i’m tired. but i hope you enjoyed this :) sorry for the weird cropping too. peace out

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All For You

Pairing: David Budd x Female Reader

Summary: After the incident on the train that night, David returns to the apartment replaying different scenarios in his head had things gone wrong; specifically, one with you involved.

Warnings: Smut 18+ (consensual and unprotected sex, snuggle-fuck, vaginal penetration and fingering, breath play, some roughness and dirty talk). Infidelity. Language. Sad vibes.

Disclaimer: Bodyguard (2018) TV series spoilers. This may effectively spoil episode one if you haven’t watched the show. This is set towards the beginning of the episode, but before the rest of the series plays out.

Title Inspiration: “All For You” by Night Riots

A/N: 1) The song mentioned above is beautiful. Please give it a listen. It sets the mood for this piece. 2) Here’s to our fragile babe.

It was late when David made it back to the apartment. The room was dark, all the lights were shut off, but there’s a considerable amount that shone out from the window of the city, illuminating his path around, and there was a faint smell of food that filled his nostrils from the half empty box of cold pizza laid out on the coffee table in front of the television.

The small details sent a warm feeling throughout his body. Countless memories scrolled in his head as he looked over at the empty couch, thinking back to all the times he’d watch you eat food there while your favorite show that season was on, him joining you to cheer on your hometown sports team, the both of you falling asleep during a movie. He swore y’all dined more at that coffee table than the table in the kitchen.

He lifted the lid of the box and thought if he was really hungry or not. It had his favorite toppings on it, but no matter how appealing the dish was, tonight’s events were too fresh and powerful to brush aside.

He had successfully foiled a terrorist attack on the train taking him and his kids back home. David had been through a lot during his term in Afghanistan, but he’d never been more scared in his life than when he thought about all the things he’d be robbed of had Nadia pushed the button on the trigger of the bomb strapped around her.

Ella and Charlie always came first in his life. His children meant the entire world to him. As much as David loved the time he had with them even if it was the dreading moments of having to send them back to their mother, he cherished every single second. The weekend the three of them spent at his mother’s was what he needed to help him clear his head. It’s insane to think just how quickly life can turn around.

After properly storing the food into the refrigerator, he shrugs his jacket off and sets his footwear against the wall and out of the way before heading towards his room except he never goes inside. He looks over to the room across and he can see you tucked and in bed from the slit of your opened door.

So many thoughts run through David’s mind, he feels like he could explode at any minute. The world was a mess enough as it is. The war didn’t do or leave him any favors. His unpredictable moods left him and his wife Vicky estranged. He couldn’t be there all the time for Ella and Charlie as they had to bounce back and forth between each parent. The only light in all of this was knocked out in the next room.

Aside from his comrades, not a lot of people stuck around long enough to tolerate the new version of himself that returned from the war. The relationship between David and you was something that never reached its potential. It was one of those never in the right moment sort of things. You met during your days at University. You had loved another before him and when studying abroad proved a long-distance relationship wasn’t possible, by the time you came back to graduate David was in love with someone else.

Soon enough, he was married with two children. You held no distaste for Vicky at all. You felt for her when she divulged to you about David’s episodes. The pair of you still communicated and you often found yourself watching over Ella and Charlie while she or David were busy with work.

When David’s PTSD started to get really serious and he profusely refused to get help, Vicky no longer felt safe with him in the house, she had no choice but to kick him out. You knew she was only doing it for the sake of Ella and Charlie, but secretly you already knew she was moving on.

You welcomed David into your apartment and let him stay for as long as he needed granted you had a spare room he could occupy. There was no sense in denying you always loved him and would support whatever his heart desired whether that meant helping him repair his relationship with Vicky or not.

It doesn’t go without saying that there have been casual slip-ups. You had both kissed before, felt one another, and even satisfied the other, but all that still didn’t define the relationship. He was still legally married to Vicky. The topic of their relationship was almost forbidden. You knew David held a high amount of respect for you and you couldn’t blame him for not knowing where his heart stood.

It hurt to see how much torment he got left with from trying to defend his country and you’d experienced first-hand those very episodes Vicky talked about and more. Time after time, there’d be arguments enough to deduce you to tears from his booming voice and ill words when the proposition of him seeking professional help arose. Then other times he’d break down right in front of you.

Grateful he hadn’t exhibited any violent behavior yet, as much care as you could offer to him, you knew that you still had to watch out for yourself too. Again, you’d always love David, whatever version of him. The same one you fell in love with was still in there. Your heart had ached for David’s well-being. If you could heal him with just your touch, you’d do it. Everything you did was all for David.

The room that offered him a preview of you compelled him enough to slip through the crack. It wasn’t uncommon for either of you to slide into the other's bed at this point. He removes his shirt and jeans, setting them on a nearby chair, and gently sits down at the end of your bed.

Given the events of the past 24 hours, the last thing he wanted was to be alone. If things had gone wrong, you would be alone.

The only sounds that could be heard were of the bustling city outside and if he paid close enough attention, which he did, your soft sighs of slumber were also audible. He leaned his elbows on top of his knees and stared straight into his reflection in the mirror of your vanity that was set in front of him.

David couldn’t help but think of all the possible outcomes that might’ve happened had he not been able to stop the attack.

First, he thought about Ella and Charlie and their safety foremost. At only ten and eight years old, they had so much to live for. If they were taken with him and the other passengers, he hated to imagine how Vicky would feel.

Vicky was another thought and how broken beyond repair they were at. He had felt so stupid thinking he could try and make a move on her hours ago. She was already adjusting to her new life without him. He also felt guilty and ashamed because he felt as if by that advance he was betraying you.

You were a thought in of itself. The second his life was in danger and he came face-to-face with the suicide bomber, he knew he was going to leave this world without ever setting things straight between you two. All the things he shared with Vicky, their wedding, their honeymoon, the birth of their children - all of those life moments he once dreamed of sharing with you, without him, you’d end up sharing with someone else.

There’s nothing stopping you from doing that right now with him alive actually. He could lose you regardless of the outcome on the train, but when life flashes in front of your eyes and the main source of your survival and happiness are at the forefront of your attention, you want nothing more than to seize opportunities at the second chance you’re given. It was a wakeup call.

David diverts his eyes from himself and over to your sleeping figure. He studied the peaceful aura you radiated, with the rise and fall of your body and soft breathing, you were quiet in a world so full of noise. While he held so much admiration for you, he also envied you. You had your life under control, at least enough to let you rest at night. However, David couldn’t hold that against you because you tried tirelessly to help him.

By some miracle, he was able to coax Nadia into trusting him and surrender. He lived to see another day and perhaps this was the world telling him this was his chance with you. Aside from his doomed relationship with Vicky, there was really nothing in the way of you two being together this time. He survived a war and tonight...and you were right there. Could he really live a life without him proclaiming his love for you? And that was it for David. He’d had enough.

He moves over to the space behind you, your back facing him. He carefully draws the blanket draped over your body up so he could get under them with you. The covers settle in their new spot on the lower halves of your bodies, just barely above the hips, and David starts to run his hand on the smooth skin of your exposed arm.

The contact stirs you awake, but your eyelids weigh too heavy to open them in your tired state. You’d fought for as long as your body could allow you to, waiting for David, before succumbing to sleep. You revel in his tender touch, the warmth of his body transferring onto yours, and not realizing your body starts to rub up against his until you feel the puffs of his hot breath behind your ear along with a string of small incoherent noises.

By now, the front of his body is flushed and parallel behind yours, his legs tangled with your legs. The hand that was previously caressing your arm had snaked its way around your midsection resting on your abdomen, cheekingly on the patch of skin that wasn’t covered by the ridden-up camisole. You reach down and grab that hand to bring it up and place it at your breastbone, allowing him to feel the beat of your heart, with your fingers interlocked. Never had either one of you felt perfectly fit with another than with each other.

Featherweight kisses are stamped all around the back and crook of your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine, creating a domino effect that rippled through your body as your legs, still weaved in his, start to tousle with one another. The top of his thighs occasionally brushing the underside of your panties increasing the friction and your grip on his hand grows tighter. When his tongue licks along the shell of your ear, you let out a breathy response from being caught off guard by his actions.

You’re not in control of your body anymore as your hips buck backwards and grind rough up against his groin on their own. You loved to hear him, whether it be his ragged breathing or the sultry moans or the filthy words that spewed out of his luscious lips - whatever because it was you that caused it.

The hand that was held hostage by yours against your sternum, trapped between each breast, broke free. Now in control, it snuck underneath the thin clothing material, and back to its previous position in front of your breasts before grabbing a handful of flesh. Your shirt twisted and stretched from the movements, and all your hand could do was go along for the ride as he kneaded your breasts.

When he had his fill, his hand wandered all over your body, abandoning yours, as it ran along your ribs, your curves, your hips and then slithered into the front of your panties. The palm of his hand ignites a tingle in your lower region until his fingers glide along the slit of your pussy, and in an up-and-down motion gathering some of your arousal. Once his digits are wet enough, he settles them on your clit and begins rubbing small, delicate circles. Your breathing increases and your free hand reaches out to grab a hold of the bed sheets due to the pressure he applied every now and then.

He switches up the routine by taking turns rubbing your clit and teasing the entrance of your opening, to gradually and expertly slipping in and giving a curl or two inside of you.

“You feel that?” He asks, his finger hooking inside, “I can feel you,” he says before extending the digit to dive in deeper. David comments huskily in your ear, “so wet,” then teasingly nibbling on it, “so warm...and ready for me.”

Your arousal overflowing, slicking your thighs and staining the bed. His fingers were beginning to move faster, running off course, and just begging for the dam to break. The lewd wet noises mixed in with the moans, you choke out a gasp, no longer able to keep hold of the reservoir as you come from his handy work. His wet hand grips your waist in an attempt to hold you still all while you’re drowning in the pleasure.

You mumble swears into the side of the pillow while also trying to wipe the sweat that had built up around your forehead on the fabric. You’re not sure what brought that on, but who were you to complain? His release is your pleasure. Whatever he needed to work out, you were more than willing to be at his disposal.

Shuffling noises could be heard behind you, but you’re still recovering from the first orgasm. It’s not until the crotch of your panties are being pushed to the side and you feel the tip of his bare cock, the velvety skin rubbing harshly between your folds, when he pushes in your eyes snap open. There’s a slight sting at the intrusion with every inch of his thick cock sinking in deeper and deeper, stretching you out. He’s got almost a death grip on your hips as he basks in the warmth of your walls. His hand loosens its hold only to hoist your leg up, as it now rests on the bed, giving him more room to properly fuck you. All you can hear is his jagged and warm breaths pounding at your eardrum.

The force of his thrusts pushes you little by little away from him, he has to wrap his arms around you to keep you in place. Now unable to escape his embrace, you hold onto his forearms tightly as hip hips continue to collide into yours.

“Oh-oh my...God,” you can barely muster up a full sentence, “Fuck! Dav-...you’re-...it feels so good, David,” and it sounds as if the words are being knocked out of your mouth with each thrust. He liked hearing his name spill from your lips and as if you read his mind you give him that until your throat is dry and the intensity of his actions render you unable to do so.

Your hands itching to grab a hold of any part of him, you release your death grip on the bed sheets and reach behind you, over your head, and fist a handful of his short dark hair. It’s hot and sweaty, but you don’t care because the noise you pull out from deep in his throat ignites a new spark in the pit of your stomach and your walls to involuntarily squeeze his length.

He reluctantly pulls out of you and presses your body down to lie flat on your back. The fervor coursing through his veins causes him to pull your underwear all the way down your legs, a light snap could be heard from the rough tug indicating the damage done. After he peels off the sweat stained top off of your body and rids himself completely of his boxers, David settles in between your legs, braces one hand on the side of your head to support himself as the other cradles it.

David brushes the matted hair away from your face. It’s still considerably dark and only the moonlight that peaks through the slit of the drawn curtains help his eyes settle on you and take in the vulnerable look on your face; both bare open for the other. You can feel the ridge of the head of his cock glide against your clit and you wonder why he’s taking so long to finish what he started.

“David, please,” you plead softly. Your hand had come up to trace the outline of his jaw, the first signs of an early stubble pricking the skin on the palm of your hand.

He nods in response and slowly slides his body down a few inches to glide right back in. Your back arches and presses up against his, your hardened nipples poke into the soft faint tresses of hair on his chest. David’s hips ground into yours in wavelike motions, hitting deeper and deeper. He dips his head down closer to you, your mouth hung open in ecstasy, allowing him to tug your bottom lip with his teeth then sucking on the full muscle. David runs his tongue along it to soothe the swollenness before dipping in the cavern of your mouth.

Your tongues instantly collide with one another’s. Your eyes shut tightly, wetness pooling at the corners from the ardent passion radiating from both you and David’s actions. He felt so damn good. You wished you could have this, be like this with him, for the rest of your days, but the reality of it all wasn’t going to just hand it to you so easily. His children, Vicky, his profession, his PTSD - despite all those, you’d go through it all. All for David.

You pull your mouth off his for some air. You open your eyes to see him staring right into you. The bright blue eyes turned a deeper shade, almost black in the night and from want, but you could still make out the sadness behind them. The tears that had run down the side of your face for him burn your ears. Now more than anything you wanted to make him feel good, even if it was only temporary. He needed this release.

“It’s okay,” you’re still struggling to communicate, trying to block the pleasure so you can speak properly, “it’s okay, David...you can use me,” finding one of his hands in yours and finally giving him permission.

David stills, eyes never leaving yours, he’s looking for confirmation that he heard you right. Why would you want him to do that to you? His heart swelled at the notion that you trusted him, but he couldn’t trust himself. He didn’t want to hurt you.

You see his mouth open and close, but nothing audible comes out, so you take the initiative and grab the hand that wasn’t supporting him over your frame. You crane your head back, baring yourself to him, and then place his hand on the column of your neck, his fingers settling themselves around it naturally. He shakes his head in protest, you start to feel his hand slipping away, but you’re quick to reposition his hand back on you.

“Are you sure? I might not be able to stop,” he says hesitantly. Your eyes silently let him know you’re certain. This time he nods and leans in for a bruising kiss to your lips, the close proximity of his face momentarily blocks your airway. When he pulls away, he gives you a few seconds to transition.

The quick and sharp thrusts don’t make it easy because that alone knocked the wind out of you, yet you won’t deny the sweet sensation of his dick probing your spot. The pleasure is almost enough to do the job on its own until the pressure from David’s fingers around your throat tightens gradually.

You’re rendered helpless underneath David as he gets back into rhythm. He maneuvers his legs to get him into a slight kneeling position, lifting your hips up, your legs dangle off his thick thighs, but this allows for him to use the hand previously supporting him to join the other on your neck. The realization of him kicking it up a notch sends a warning signal to your brain and you suddenly start to get scared. Sure, you trusted David, but that didn’t block out the fact that he still wasn’t stable.

You struggle to swallow down any fear and even to widen your eyes as his grip grows tighter and tighter. You can’t even gurgle out a whimper of protest. You’re lucky enough to raise your arms and bring your hands on his and desperately attempt to pry his fingers off you. You stare right back at David and notice his empty eyes. He wasn’t in control anymore and you didn’t dare think who he was seeing in front of him instead of you.

In a heat of frenzy, your legs kick up wildly, frantically trying to push his body off yours. Your efforts prove successful as David’s body falters, however only letting his full body weight collapse on you. Before your vision turns black, you manage to pull one hand away from your neck, creating a sense of ease to creep back in, but the hard look on his face crushes your hopes when you think you’ve lost him.

“Dav-“ you attempt to speak, “David,” his name comes out choppy, but you’re able to get something out. “David, it’s me…,” you plead, hoping that’s enough to bring him back.

“David, please,” the grip of his hand might as well have been iron shut around your neck, you’re like an animal clawing at a door. So just when you think that wasn’t enough, that you weren’t enough, you use the last bit of oxygen to admit your feelings, “I’m sorry, David…” you swore you saw his eyes blink, but nothing changed until your next three words, “I love you,” that all movements ceased. You’d given up, but he stayed hovered over you in shock. Then he instantly lets go allowing oxygen to start flowing through you regularly again.

David slides out and off of you, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed in a sitting position with his back to you once more, a hand over his mouth. He can’t believe he’d actually lost control of himself around you. He saw you had trusted him, but he knew he wasn’t well. He should’ve never let you go through with it. He could’ve unintentionally killed you.

You greedily sucked air back into your system and rubbed the soreness on your neck before looking over to David. His sobs wreck his body and you can tell by the slight whimpers and sniffling sounds. You pull yourself up, paying no mind to any modesty, and scoot closer to him. You cautiously lie your head against his back. You feel his body stiffen a bit, so you begin to softly trace the lines of battle scars that scattered his back, delicate touches on the soft tissue, hoping to calm him down.

“David, it’s okay,” your voice is a little hoarse, but it’s still audible and clear, “I’m okay,” you assure him. He finally turns his body around to face you and your heart breaks at the distress on his beautiful face. You feel guilty you let him do this, but you’re not allowed to feel sorry for yourself too long because David wanted to talk about something else.

“You love me?” He questions and your mouth hangs open, at a loss of words, because you’ve already forgotten that you let that slip. There’s a forlorn look of hope etched along his features and your heart stops. There’s no sense in denying it any longer. If it hadn’t been clear before it sure as hell would be by the end of the night.

You nod and confirm, “always...I’ve always loved you, David.” There wasn’t a need to explain for how long. The admission of feelings alone were enough for David to forget about all the wasted time as he dove in, his lips in search of yours again.

He keeps a hand at the back of your head to keep you close, more “I love you’s” spewing from your mouth each time your lips separate for a split second before reattaching themselves. The declaration never goes deaf on both your ears, hearts beating faster and faster.

With your lips resisting to pull away from one another, you manage to crawl onto his lap, straddling him, the moment reignites the fire inside you. You rise up on your knees, giving you a slight height advantage, you brace one hand on his shoulder, the other reaches down between your bodies to grip his still hardened cock. It’s hot and heavy and slightly sticky in your hand as you rub the tip of the head along the pathway to your entrance, effectively coating him for an easy route.

“Let me show you how much I love you,” you say with bated breath and focused only on him, “please.” Not much convincing was needed, and David’s cock slips back in your wet heat with no protest. You sink all the way down, grinding your hips in circular motions, your clit rubbing against his skin and ensuring he’s bottomed out.

“Oh, you feel good,” he says, voice growing deeper, and at first he’s cautious before laying his hands back on you, but they settle on the sides of your hips and begin to help guide you up and down his cock, “too good,” he growls when you quickly catch on with the movements.

He’s able to drag your bodies to the center of the bed, but when the boiling point rises back up, you push him down, lean back with your hands on his legs to support you, and head thrown back. David picks his head up and the position allows for him to see not only your naked body but how your pussy engulfs his cock repeatedly sending him into overdrive.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” David chants each time his cock is hidden inside you and he resorts to chewing on his bottom lip to contain the expletives.

You feel his hand reach behind you, grabbing a handful of your ass, his strength pulls you in closer by the hips so he’s in all the way once more, you can feel his balls pressed up tight against your bottom, then your body topples over his. You brace your palms of his pecs to prevent you from falling headfirst into him, but his other hand is already at the back of your head bringing your lips back to each other. David’s hips start bucking up into yours to get you back into the groove, but the ache in your legs don’t allow you to perform at 100% anymore.

David rolls your bodies over, with you underneath, and his hips quicken in pace. Your body heaves uncontrollably as you’re close to the edge again and the sweat glistening on your skin has David’s mouthwatering.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he comments sliding a hand down your slick body from between the valley of your breasts and to the top of your mound. He wants to say I love you so badly but feels the moment he does he’d break down once more. He knew he loved you and always had too, but in his mind, he didn’t want to give you the hope of having to live with his damaged self. You didn’t need to hear it though because you could feel it.

“Come on, baby,” you encourage him, “give it to me, David,” and your hands finding a new spot on his firm ass to pull him in deeper, “I want it all,” you resort to a begging tactic. It deems successful when you start to feel the sting of each brutal thrust of his hip bones knock into yours causing you to hiss and your nails to dig into his buttocks as he chases sweet euphoria.

He tackles it at the finish line, stilling deep inside of you, and the feeling of his cum spraying straight into your spot, spurts in different intervals, is more than enough to help you tackle your own release. Your legs keep his body locked in, waiting for the aftershocks to subside, he’s quivering from your walls uncontrollably contracting tight around his cock and he does so much as to let out groans in gratification.

Once the waves of pleasure die down, your limbs drop, and he carefully pulls out. He doesn’t know if it was a mistake or not watching his sensitive cock emerge from you, covered in a glossy coat from your release, and his seed spilling out of you slowly then slide down your sore lower half and stain the bed sheets because it begins to elicit more dirty thoughts, but both of your heavy breathing and aching bodies help suggest to put those ideas away for now.

In these rare moments, you were enough to help him block out the world’s harsh realities. He doesn’t regret Ella and Charlie, but never stops wondering how it’d been like if he had kids with you first. Had he waited just a little bit longer for you, but what was the point in dwelling in any of that now? The internal conflict in his mind caused droplets of tears to splash against your cheeks and you start to notice his hurt.

All you do is wrap your arms back around him to pull him into your loving embrace, him nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck and you placing kisses on his head while also running your fingers through his hair. Both of you can feel each other’s heart beats returning to its regular cardiac rhythms. The heavy breathing starts to fade away and the faint sounds of the city start to take over once more as you both begin to drift off.

David would work. He’d work on himself for you. You deserve the best version of him. It was going to take a lot of hard work and willpower, and there would sure to be many obstacles, but now that life presented him with a second chance and allowed him the privilege to be loved by you, he desired nothing more than to return the same compassion. All for you. It was always there within him to love you but locked away when it found no hope or chance to be fulfilled.

He didn’t dare think about what the following morning at work had in store for him or what would result in the catalyst of it all because in that moment he had you with him.

A/N: There are only two shows I’d willingly have my memory wiped of just for the thrill in rewatching: Prison Break and Bodyguard. I’d have said Twin Peaks, but that’s always going to lie a mystery within. & maybe GoT, but that ruined my life. Anyway, give this some love for our fragile babe! Thank you for reading!

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seoulsides · 4 years

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only shine for me

⇒ asmodeus x fem!mc/reader

⇒ 2.8k

⇒ tags: fem!mc, worried!asmo, jealous!asmo, protective!asmo, cheeky!simeon, mutual pining, yes simeon knows they’re idiots in love, fluff, REAL SOFTNESS!

⇒ warnings: spoiler for chat between simeon and luke

⇒ summary: when asmodeus catches you passed out from exhaustion on top of a certain angel, he can’t decide whether he wants to rip his hair out from worry or jealousy

⇒ a/n: this was COMPLETELY inspired by the chat between simeon and luke about mc. i thought it worked really well because in my personal view, i strongly believe that asmodeus views simeon as a threat, as per his denial of being jealous of simeon (seen in an asmodeus homescreen interaction). i also believe he felt called out by simeon (chapter 8), who seems to see asmo for who he is, and that is something i think which makes asmo feel very insecure. just watch my asmo character study come out soon. i think to some asmo might come off as OOC, but this is my take on his character once the entire bravado has been dropped.

It was far too late for him to be leaving RAD and all Asmodeus wants is to go back home and just soak in a glorious bath. He already knows that his new bath salts from Majolish had been delivered, having received an email earlier in the day. It was ironic, he muses, that the driving force behind his impatience to go home was the very thing that kept him from doing just that. It was his eagerness during class that landed him in detention. Scratch that — actually, it was all Mammon’s fault. After receiving the email, Asmodeus had excitedly texted you, slipping in a cheeky offer to join him in ‘trying out’ his new products if you were interested, when his scumbag of a brother snuck a look at Asmodeus’ texts from the corner of his eye and then proceeded to blow a gasket.

Instantaneously the both of them had been sentenced to a long gruelling detention, which would have lasted only two hours had Asmodeus’ moronic waste-of-space brother not tried to argue with the professor and blame it all on him. And just for that, they earned another four hours. It felt like an eternity before they were finally free and Asmodeus practically bolted the very second he could, leaving Mammon to grumble by himself.

Asmodeus pouts to himself as he reads your texts on his D.D.D. Lately you have been overwhelmed with a lot of work and had spent the past couple of weeks staying behind after classes to work in the library, coming home late at night. This was also the reason you had to ‘regretfully decline’ his gracious offer. He frowns as he recalls how tired you have been looking for these past few days. You had dark eye bags and frankly seemed like you were half asleep most of the time. He has been worried for a while, and every time he tried to get you back early enough to have a proper night’s rest, you insisted that you were fine. It made him feel useless. Just what kind of a demon would he be if he couldn't care for his precious master?

Regardless of your insistence, he was adamant. You needed to pace yourself before you burnt yourself out. Glancing at the time on his D.D.D., he decides on paying you a visit to see if you were up to take up his offer now that you were probably done with your work for the day. As much as he wanted to monopolise your time, he would rather pamper you and make sure you got the rest you needed.

Fuelled by the prospect of sharing a soothing luxurious bath, possibly in your company, Asmodeus rushes to leave. So great is his impatience that he decides to use a shortcut to get to the house, a convenient little pathway that cuts through the courtyard. In his haste, he almost misses the two figures perched upon one of the courtyard benches. Almost.

He notices movement from the corner of his eye and, when he turns, blanches at the sight before him. There you were, the one person that was plaguing his thoughts, draped across the source of some of his deep-rooted insecurities. Simeon was sitting upon the bench, ethereal as ever as the moonlight illuminated his radiant presence. He was gazing softly at your sleeping face, cradling your head in his lap delicately as his free hand was stroking your hair. He had yet to notice the presence of the demon, far too enamoured with the human sleeping on his lap. Asmodeus clears his throat, a fake smile plastered across his face, “Now, what do we have here?”

“Ah, hello Asmodeus,” Simeon smiles at the demon, his hand only pausing momentarily whilst gently stroking your head. Asmodeus’ eyes narrow at the tender gesture, his pristine smile faltering as the angel continues speaking, oblivious to the demon’s inner turmoil, “We were chatting before planning to leave, but ___ was so tired, she ended up falling asleep on my lap. We’ve been here for a couple of hours.”

Asmodeus’ false smile falls at the angel’s words and he looks at you with narrowed brows, eyes brimming with concern. “She’s overworked herself,” he mutters, a distraught frown marring his beautiful face.

“Well, then,” Simeon looks back down at the serene expression on your face, “It looks like I’ll be here a while longer.” Asmodeus grimaces at the fondness in the angel’s voice.

“I can take her,” the words slip from the demon’s mouth through gritted teeth quicker than he can register them. Asmodeus quickly composes himself and smiles thinly at the beautiful angel, jaw clenching at the sight of Simeon gazing at you affectionately.

“It’s quite alright”, Simeon brushes off the demon’s offer easily. The hand stroking your hair instead moves to cup the curve of your cheek and Asmodeus feels his blood run cold, eyes flashing with rage.

“I already informed Luke that I would not be back for dinner. Besides,” Simeon raises his gaze from your sleeping face to meet the stony expression of the bristling demon, an elusive smile dancing on his lips, “I wouldn’t want to disturb your ‘plans’.”

There was no doubt that the angel was referring to the episode that occurred in class earlier in the day and the ever-so-slight taunt underlying his words, whether they stemmed from good humour or not, only served to infuriate the peeved demon further. At this point, Asmodeus can feel his cheery facade crack, his manicured hands fisting in fury.

“I said I could take her,” Asmodeus hisses, failing to smother the unbridled jealousy that festers in his stomach. He certainly cannot stop the possessiveness from bleeding into his voice when he seethes, “She is my master, after all.”

Simeon has the gall to look amused and the demon’s hands twitch at his sides from the overwhelming desire to just rip you away from the celestial being. Openly glowering at the angel, Asmodeus is just about to drop his act and give the angel a piece of his mind before Simeon cuts him off with an infuriatingly coy smile, “You may do as you please.”

Asmodeus does not hesitate, taking two quick strides towards the bench before kneeling down to scoop you up into his arms. A low groan sounds from your throat as you were jostled from your comfortable position on the angel’s lap and Asmodeus’ scowl melts immediately. He gently shushes you as he cradles your tired form to his chest, delicately tucking your head under his chin. You let out an incoherent mumble, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. Asmodeus pauses, looking down at you fondly, unable to fight the endeared smile from appearing on his face as he holds you close in his arms.

An airy chuckle rips him from his reverie and Asmodeus casts a dubious glance at the entertained angel. Under the demon’s wary gaze, Simeon only shakes his head to himself, almost as though he knew something the demon didn’t. He rises from the bench to take his leave, “I’ll trust her with you,” he gives the demon a nod, “Please ask her to text me once you both arrive back home.”

“Believe me, I’ll make sure,” Asmodeus growls under his breath as he clutches you to his chest possessively. He offers the retreating form of the celestial being one more glare, before spinning on his heel. He looks down at you exhausted form anxiously. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before whisking you away from the courtyard.

“HEY! WHAT’RE YOU DOING WITH ___?!” Mammon’s obnoxious voice echoes throughout the mansion and Asmodeus swears under his breath, cursing himself for thinking the Avatar of Greed wouldn’t pounce on the both of you the very second he walked through the main entrance with you in his arms.

“Shut up, you absolute moron!” Asmodeus hisses angrily, turning you away from the loud demon in an attempt to shield you from the ruckus, “She’s asleep!” At his words, Mammon freezes, eyes wide with alarm. You let out a soft groan and both the demons stiffen at the sound. Three seconds seems to be the extent of the greedy demon’s patience threshold, for when there is no indication of you rousing from your sleep, Mammon is back to his interrogation.

“But, why are you—” Mammon tries to protest indignantly, but Asmodeus cuts him off with a loud shush. Before the Avatar of Greed can get another word in, Asmodeus stalks off with you, leaving the older demon to belt out a litany of abuses after the both of you which are thankfully then drowned out by the angered voice of Lucifer’s booming, “MAMMON !!”

Finally, within the comfort of his room, Asmodeus releases a relieved sigh. Hopefully, Lucifer kept that fool occupied long enough that he wouldn’t seek either of you out.

“Asmo?” you mumble his name dazedly, recognising the demon’s cologne. Asmodeus shudders when he feels your breath against his clavicle. He brings a hand up to pat your head gently, cooing softly at you, “It’s okay, petal, I got you.”

He takes you to his bed, setting you down gently as you gather your surroundings. You look at him questioningly, “How did I get here? Where’s Simeon?” The demon does his best to not bristle at the mention of the angel, but fails to keep the hostility out of his voice, “He’s back at the Purgatory Hall,” he grumbles, “I brought you back.”

Asmodeus is too absorbed in his sulking to notice how your face drops at his words. You look up at the Avatar of Lust guiltily, “I’m so sorry, Asmodeus,” your voice heavy with shame, “I caused Simeon and you both so much trouble.” You pull away from his hold to get to your feet, “I know you had plans and I completely ruined them, haven’t I?”

Asmodeus’ head whips to face you so quick, you would expect his neck to snap. Eyes wide with alarm, he immediately wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest, babbling in a panic-stricken voice, “No, no, petal, no, it’s nothing like that! I’m sorry!”

You look up at him, completely perplexed, “Why are you sorry? I should be sorry. I’ve ruined your entire evening—” A long slender finger presses up against your lips, effectively cutting you off, “No more apologising” Asmodeus chides you, a frustrated frown set on his lips.

You look at him sullenly and his entire demeanour softens. Settling you on his lap, he inwardly curses at himself for being so taken with you, “Please stay, petal, please.” His warm hands find your cold ones and he entwines your fingers together, “You haven’t ruined anything. I had detention and on my way back, I saw you with him.” His thumb brushes over yours tenderly, “I got...I got jealous and insisted on taking you back.”

He perks up as though he reminded himself of something before he pins you with another frustrated look, pouting severely, “You need to take better care of yourself! You’re aren’t getting enough sleep! It’s bad for your skin. And health!” He berates you furiously, “And it’s unsafe! You can’t just overwork yourself to the point you fall asleep like that in public! What if you were alone?”, Asmodeus’ voice hardens, wrought with worry “You were vulnerable. Who knows what could have happened to you?”

“Asmo,” you murmur softly at the distressed demon, “I’m so sorry for worrying you.” You squeeze his hands before releasing one to cup one of his cheeks in an attempt to comfort him, “I got a little homesick a couple of weeks ago and fell behind on some course work.” Your voice softens, “I promise to be more careful from now on, okay?” Asmodeus’ frown smooths out into a sulky pout.

You offer him a small smile, thumb brushing over his cheek to soothe his frown, “And I promise you, there’s no need to be jealous. Not when you’re my favourite person.” Finally, Asmodeus lets out a small laugh, leaning into your hand, “Ah, you’re so sly, petal”, he hums quietly, melting into your tender caress, “You’ll really be the end of me.”

“Now that can’t happen, can it? Just what would I do without you?” you reply in an equally hushed voice. He smiles into the palm of your hand and your feel the butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach, “How can I make it up to you?”

“Let me draw you a bath,” he beams sweetly at you, “I’ve been eager to put those bath salts to use.” You hand stops stroking his cheek when you tilt your head at him inquisitively, “But you bought them for yourself.”

He whines at your lack of attention, raising his free hand up to cover yours, “And I want you to use them.” You resume your ministrations, letting out a soft laugh when he nuzzles into your hand, “Asmo, that’s so sweet, but honestly I couldn’t do that. I know how expensive they are and how long you’ve been waiting to use them.”

He looks at you with a pout, “And I will be using them. On you.” His expression immediately morphs into a coy one, teasing you in a playful voice, “Or would you like me to join in as well?” You offer him a deadpan expression, and he lets out a hearty laugh before moving your hand from his cheek to bring it to his lips, “I want to do this for you,” he breathes against your fingers.

“Why?” you ask him, voice almost a whisper. “Because,” he replies easily, brushing a chaste kiss to the back of your hand, “You matter to me.” His hand moves lower to clasp your wrist, “So, please, let me do something for you.” He presses his lips against your inner wrist, a soft kiss directly upon your pulse, “Please let me take care of you.”

“Asmodeus,” you breathe out, eyes watering as you feel your heart race wildly in your chest, “You matter to me, too.” Your voice shakes, heavy with emotion and the three words you’ve been wanting to say for the past week press against your tongue. Instead of liberating them, you swallow them down along with the other words you wished you could say and press a kiss to his jaw.

Asmodeus beams at you as he cups your chin and presses a kiss against your cheek, “Ah, my little petal is such a naughty girl.” Your face flushes, becoming even more and more flustered as he kisses your other cheek, followed by a kiss to your forehead. Completely flustered, you nearly forget what you needed to do.

“Oh, wait!” you pull away, ignoring the needy demon’s cry of protest, “I need to call Simeon. I need to explain everything and apologise to him,” you worried your lower lip with your teeth. The Avatar of Lust only chuckles, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you back on his lap, “Don’t worry about that, petal. I took care of it.”

Before you can question him, the demon stands to his feet, hoisting you up in his arms. You let out a yelp and he presses a cheeky kiss against the corner of your mouth, giggling when you gasp, “Let’s get your bath started, hm?”

Back in Purgatory Hall, Simeon lets out a loud chuckle as he checks the new notification on his D.D.D., causing Luke to look at him curiously. “What’s so funny?” the younger angel inquires, looking at the elder demon peculiarly.

“Ah, it’s nothing important,” Simeon shakes his head to himself, offering the boy a private smile, “Say, don’t you think those demon brothers are funny?” Luke scoffs, proceeding to go off on a tangent about how nasty “those demon brothers” were. Simeon muffles another chuckle as he glances back at the screen of his device.

There on Simeon’s D.D.D. is a picture of you and Asmodeus. You were splayed across his lap, face entirely flushed as Asmodeus pressed a kiss to your cheek, lips drawn into a coy grin with one of his eyes closed to deliver a perfectly cheeky wink at the camera. Right beneath the picture was a message that read ‘Here you go! She’s back home, where she belongs ❤︎❤︎❤︎’’

“Simeon, don’t ignore me!” Luke protests and the elder angel laughs, pocketing his D.D.D. as he offers the younger angel an apology. Smiling along to whatever Luke was saying, Simeon cannot help but hope that the two of you would come clean about your emotions. Although from what he witnessed today, he smiles secretly to himself, he thinks you both were well on your way.

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with-love-anu · 4 years

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I’m an idiot

Pairing: Sirius Black x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Sirius stops talking to you, his childhood bestfriend when you get sorted in Slytherin.

Warnings: Insecurities, mentions of blood and passing out.

Word Count: 2,830

You were patrolling through the corridors on your nightly duties when you heard shouts. You hasted along the path trying to find the source. Avery, Mulciber and Snape were dueling Remus. He was terribly outnumbered but you could still see how good he was. Mulciber cast a stinging hex that finally send him to his knees.

“Expelliamus!” you shouted, catching all their wands.

“Going against your own house, (Y/l/n)?” Avery sneered.

“I think everyone very well knows I am not big on house disparity. You’ll get your wands back from Slughorn. So, go before I decide to blame this thing entirely on you.”

Mulciber was going to protest, but Snape put an arm around him taking them away. You turned to see Remus bleeding profusely. You quickly performed some basic first aid healing procedures.

“Are you okay?” you tried to ask him. He was dizzy, and mumbled something incoherent. “I am going to take you to the hospital wing, hmm? Just try to stay with me.”

You performed some charms and carried him to the nurse. She took one look at him and made you immediately lay him on a bed. You were thankful she didn’t fuss a lot.

“What happened?” she asked after patching him up.

“Some bullies. I saw him and bought him to you. I don’t know everything.” You said as you watched Remus slowly gain conscious. Just then, Sirius and Potter who you knew to be his friends entered the room.

“Moony are you alright? Shit! Those are bad wounds.” Potter said sitting near his bed.

“You should give him some time, he’s barely awake.” You said softly.

Sirius watched you intensely making you gulp. Turning to the nurse, you told her you needed to leave soon and got out of the infirmary ignoring his gaze. You were used to it by now. He hated you. He hated you for being a pureblood and a Slytherin. As if that warranted enough to judge your character.

The two of you used to be best friends. Your parents were highly trained aurors, one of the very best and highly esteemed in the ministry. They had come from a long line of wizards from several parts of the world. As a result, they were invited to every party or ball held by the important households of the wizarding society. It was known that your family did not support the pureblood mania. Still, they were welcomed warmly or people pretended to be pleased to meet them at every gathering. They always took you too, refusing to keep a nanny to look over you. As a result, you met the very regal Black brothers.

You three soon became very good friends telling each other everything. You’d seen Sirius and Regulus grow up along with you. You remembered chasing each other around the Black manor.

“Sirius stoppppp!!” you said as you rolled out laughing making you both fall in the progress.

“(Y/n)! come on we can’t let him win” Regulus tried to pick you up as Sirius snorted and tickled you to death.

You had become as close as family. Sirius, Regulus and you would tell each other your deepest secrets. They would tell you about the tortures they went through at home and you remembered begging your parents to take them with you. Your parents could only provide much help against the renowned Black family. You and Sirius had sat together and discussed how you would be best friends throughout your years at Hogwarts stepping up against people like his parents, becoming aurors. The two of you thought that you would never part ways, but looking back you knew you were the only one who thought as such. Because the moment you were sorted into Slytherin was the moment he stopped talking to you. You remembered chasing after him, writing him letters only for him to tear them apart before your own eyes. Somewhere between him pranking you in the Great Hall, embarrassing you making you cry yourself into the night; you had come to the conclusion you should have long ago. He was not your friend. Never was.

This hadn’t come along easily, because every time you would see him; you would remember the time you both spent together and your resolve would break. You would sometimes see him in classes with his newfound, loud friends and your heart would overcome with jealousy. He laughed and joked around with them not even sparing you a glance. It felt like there was some big hole in your heart and you missed it, terribly. You used to think, he’s so happy without me. He doesn’t need me anymore. And every single time, when you walked through the corridors alone seeing him ahead somewhere in his own world; all you could think was did what was it you did wrong. What was so wrong with you that he could no longer stand being next to you. Did he only ever talk to you because he had no one else?

It took you months to make friends because all you could think about was your childhood bestie. About 2 years to dull the throb that took your heart whenever you saw him, because how do you ever forget a person you once loved? During summer, Sirius never saw you. He either ignored your presence or remained stuck up in his room. Regulus and you having exchanged letters throughout your first year was just as perplexed as you were. He told you how Sirius hadn’t even talked to him properly once he returned. You had tried, really really tried to stop the threatening tears but Regulus sat beside you in a second and said- “Hey I’m not my brother. I would never leave you. I promise, even if my parents send me to a different school.” And you had cried. For the first time in your life you had cried in front of someone. You sat there weeping as Regulus held you.

Years passed and you found your own little group. Regulus stayed true to his word. He was the best friend you needed when you were at your worst. Your other best friend, (Y/f/n) was there for you through the light and dark times. You found yourself being content, even though the hole Sirius left was never filled, you almost never found yourself craving it. It was simple. Sirius did not talk to you and you didn’t him.

***

You were sitting in the library going through some books for homework when you heard a cough behind you. You turned to see Remus awkwardly smiling at you.

“I-er wanted to thank you for yesterday.” Remus said.

“It was my duty, but okay you are welcome.” You said off-handedly as you continued your work.

“I didn’t even say it.” Remus said smiling.

“Well,” you said finally looking at him. “I understand that you were going to. I just thought your friend wouldn’t like you talking to a Slytherin.”

“Oh. He won’t come here. He is busy with some prank.” Remus said.

You raised your eyebrow and Remus's eyes widened.

“I- mean I don’t – I-“ Remus stuttered. You sighed.

“It’s okay Remus. We all break rules. Even though we are prefects.” You said making Remus relax.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Runes essay. God! This one’s tough.” You said rubbing your temple.

“Oh I completed that long ago. Let me help.” Remus said plopping down beside you.

“Why would you want to help me?” you asked.

“Consider it a payback.”

You spent hours in the library with Remus. He was intelligent and funny. He helped you with runes; the one subject you loved but had problems with. You found your walls breaking easily around him. you joked, you laughed and you completed all your work. You were brought to reality when Sirius and Potter came around. He was Sirius’s best friend. You would never be friends with him. Sirius frowned as he saw you. Of course! He wants you to be away from his friends.

“Oh hey guys! I was just leaving!” Remus said picking up his things. You smiled at him.

“It was nice studying with you.” He said turning.

“You too.” You said as you tried really hard not to look at Sirius who was watching your every move.

As you got to your dorm, you shook yourself. Why was it so damn hard to forget him? His eyes, his laugh that attracted you like a magnet? Why couldn’t you stop wishing for him to talk to you if only it was for a moment?

Over the next few weeks, Remus surprised you. He studied with you in the library when he wasn’t tutoring people. There was something about him that made you comfortable. You joked around easily becoming friends with him; even though you thought it could never happen. You met James sometimes; and loved his goofy personality. You had also seen Peter; whom you couldn’t get much. Everyone basically, except him. The boy who had made you go through the most extremist of emotions.The one boy who you thought knew you like no other.

***

It was hard. It was really hard. Sirius saw (Y/n) almost every other day chattering with Remus or James or Peter. Just not him. He wanted to talk to her. But he did not know how. What would he say? The guilt of treating her like shit ate him alive. He was an idiot for letting his best friend go. He could only imagine how much (Y/n) must hate him. He was stupid. So stupid. All he remembered was her happily hopping towards the Slytherin table and shaking hands with Malfoy. The same Malfoy he hated the guts of. He had thought then that she was just like his family, forgetting every single moment he spent with her. Every single thing she told him about herself.

When he realized his mistake, he was too late. He did not know how to go to talk to her, tell her how sorry he was. It became a habit. Pretending to ignore (Y/n). Even though his heart crushed every single time she walked by. He wanted one chance. Just one more letter. Just one more attempt by her to talk to him. Just one sign that she hadn’t lost hope on him. He whispered into the depths of the night for her not to lose hope on him . Wished upon every single power of earth, remembering how (Y/n) believed in energies and spirits. But it didn’t happen. She forgot about him. The thought made his insides churn and he cried himself into the night thinking about it.

It was like being so close to her yet so far away. He would hear Remus or James talking about her, and all he could think was she hasn’t changed. He craved it, craved her. He would see her in the great hall with him brother and his stomach would twist. He would be transported back to his childhood, when he held her soft hand telling her how she was the greatest friend he could wish for. Running after (Y/n) and Regulus, promising himself to protect them with his life. A promise he broke. And he would never forget himself for it.

***

It was a study session. You, Remus, James, Peter and Sirius were sitting together chattering away. Sirius didn’t know why his heart raced. He was hyper-aware of sitting so close to you for the first time in years. It was a cursed blessing. He got to hear you, remember how you used to be like; but you didn’t so much look at him.

Peter had gone to get some snacks along with Remus. James had seen Lily and went to *charm* her. He was alone with her for the first time since he didn’t remember how long. Sirius looked at you. Were you always this beautiful? He wanted to say something. But what should he?

You picked up your bag and tried to leave. Sirius’s heart twisted.

“You cannot be alone with me even for a moment?” he said in a small voice.

(Y/n)’s head whipped towards him and her eyes widened.

“What?”

“Do you hate me so much that you cannot stand me even for a minute?”

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking this?” you snapped. It felt like everything you had buried long ago would spill. So, you stayed silent. Even though there were a whirlwind of questions that passed your minds. None of you said anything. You sucked in a deep breath.

“Why, Sirius? Why did you stop talking to me?” You said at last.

“Because I was an idiot. And stupid. I thought you would end up just like my parents.” Sirius said letting out a bitter laugh. You opened and closed your mouth several times not knowing what to say.

“I realized when it was too late. I- I didn’t know how to come up to you and apologise. For ignoring you. For treating you like a stranger. For tearing the letters you sent.” Sirius let out a shaky breath as tears prickled his eyes. “You loved writing letters. You always forgot something or the other you wanted to say and you wrote beautifully. I am sorry.” He sniffed.

“What are you talking about? Huh? You were the one who played that prank on me. You were-“

“The prank was on Snivellous. Not on you. You got at the place in the last moment. I wanted to tell you but you didn’t come out of your dorm for days.”

“You could have written me a letter.” you stated angrily.

“Never said I wasn’t an idiot.”

“What about Reg?” you demanded.

“My parents. They didn’t like me at all when I returned. Not that they did before. They punished me. If I talked to him, they would have done the same to him. It was better being the model child than a rebel like me.”

You both fell silent again.

“Why?” (Y/n) asked.

“I- I- It“ Sirius began, but was interrupted as Remus and Peter came back.

“Where’s James?” Remus asked.

“Chasing after Lily” he said with a forced smile.

***

Your head pounded when you reached your dorm. Sirius was sorry? It just felt to much. Just as you were ready to plop in and sleep you noticed a letter on your nightstand. Curious you opened it.

Dear (Y/n),

I never got to finish. I just want to tell you that this is in no way a plea for you to forgive me. I don’t deserve that. I am sorry. For everything. For acting like a asshole, even though you were the greatest friend I could ever have. For breaking god knows how many promises I made to you. I sometimes feel like if I wouldn’t say these things to you soon, I would burst. Because I wronged the one person who loved me like no other. God! I don’t even know whether you’ll read this. But if you are, I’m a pathetic person, you shouldn’t have had to go through me. I’m sorry you did.

Sirius.

You sighed.

***

Over the next few week, Sirius plucked courage to talk to you. Not much, neither of you dared to mention the beautiful forgotten friendship. He asked you how your day was, whether you ate. And that somehow was enough. Enough to make the two of you smile. You were confused, and still didn’t trust him. Sirius knew it and tried his best to mend things. You were awed at the little things he did for you. Saving you some food, when you were late to class; helping you with your week subjects, leaving random flowers pressed in your books. And you slowly started to give in.

***

It was Christmas eve and you had decided to stay back since your parents were travelling. You got up early to open your presents. Your parents had gifted you some paints from their tour. Reg and Remus a huge collection of sweets. James a huge bottle of firewhiskey which made you laugh. Sirius- Sirius had given you a book. Not just any book. Your favourite book. The very first edition and signed by the author. You grasped opening it. You could only imagine what must he have gone through to get it for you. How could he remember it? Your favourite book from when you were merely 10.

You ran. You ran overwhelmed with emotions that crushed you. You couldn’t bring yourself to care that this was the same person who ignored you. You knocked on the boys dorm. They muttered Christmas greetings but all you could see was Sirius. Standing there oblivious of torture he was making you go through. You pulled him into a bone crushing hug. Sirius’s heart paced. You were hugging him! He held onto you as his only lifeline.

“You’re an idiot.” You sniffed.

“I am an idiot.” Sirius repeated.

A/N: Let me know what you think!

#sirius #sirius black #sirius x reader #sirius imagine #sirius black imagine #harry potter #harry potter imagine #marauders imagine #my work

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discordance!verse part 7: an interesting morning in jingshi, Lan Wangji is shameless, much to the shock of Wei Wuxian. rated M??T??

in which wwx is lxc’s husband through political alliance, and there is an affair.

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(~10 days before part 5/6)

Wei Wuxian wakes up slowly, warm and comfortable. The first thing he sees is the green bamboo shoots past the white tulle curtains, just outside the window, and the droplet of dew glistening under the morning sun. It had rained some time during the early hours; he recalls drifting to sleep listening to the muffled pitter-patter against Jingshi's roof, Lan Zhan curled at his side…

Lan Zhan is still there, fast asleep, as though he hasn't moved an inch all night. He is pressed against Wei Wuxian's shoulder, one arm thrown across his chest, every even breath a gentle breeze across his neck.

Even in sleep, Lan Zhan is a vision. That peerless face which others find cold and intimidating, is relaxed and open. Thick lashes kiss pink flushed cheeks. Soft full lips part minutely, still a bit swollen. Long silk hair runs like ink between Wei Wuxian's fingers.

He releases a soft affectionate huff, pulling the covers more securely around them both. Wei Wuxian closes his eyes, ready to indulge in sleep for another couple more hours. He doesn't know why they don't do this more often, it's so nice…

Wait!

His eyes snap open, all thoughts of sleep vanishing instantly.

Fuck! We slept in!

There's a very good reason why he and Lan Zhan never wake up warm, coddled together in a patch of morning sun like two aristocratic cats: it's because Cloud Recesses' rules are fucking nightmares - and also because he and Lan Zhan are technically, technically in an illicit affair - but mostly because of Cloud Recesses’ rules. Lan Zhan always has to get up at a quarter before mao-shi to sneak back to hanshi so he could continue the charade of having woken up in the bed he definitely didn't sleep in.

Judging by the angle of sunlight spilling into the room, it must be at least si-shi by now, a whole two shichen later than when Lan Zhan is usually up and about…

Oh ffffffuuuck -

Dap, dap, dap!

There are three polite knocks at the door. A disciple's hesitant voice echoes from the other side.

"W-Wei-jun? Are you in there?"

He can hear the anxiety clearly in their tone. Because of course they must be frantic! Lan Zhan's secretarial disciple would've gone in to bring him his breakfast, like he does every morning, and discovered Hanguang-jun's bed and sheets as cold as ice and Lan Wangji himself nowhere to be found.

It's been at least four hours, Cloud Recesses must be having a full blown panic attack by now!!

Wei Wuxian jolts up from bed and is torn between feeling sorry and amazed when that exaggerated movement only manages to elicit an incoherent grumble from Lan Zhan.

Oblivious to Wei Wuxian's impending meltdown, Lan Wangji curls a little deeper into the covers, but does not wake up.

No time to worry about that, Wei Wuxian yanks the covers over Lan Wangji's head to cover him and pads across the matted floor to the clothing rack. He can't answer the door even if he wants to; he's completely fucking naked.

Wei Wuxian is just about finished with the ties of his second layer of robes when the disciple speaks again,

"Wei-jun?! Are you in there?! Many apologies for disturbing you…but - but it's urgent! Please, could you open the door?"

For the first time since the death of his husband, Wei Wuxian is glad for his widower status. As the previous Sect Master's yishu 遗属, it would be bad etiquette for lower disciples to barge into his private residence without invite. Not that any of them would be capable: the seal Wei Wuxian placed on the inside of the door last night is an invention of his own. He's confident that no more than a dozen cultivators of their time can break it without expending serious spiritual energy.

Thank goodness last-night-me had the foresight to do that…

Though, he does wonder why it's a bunch of disciples and not someone like Lan Qiren knocking on his door. His nerves calm by half a fraction. If they're coming to me, perhaps they haven't directed this particular issue to higher authorities. Probably doesn't want to give the grandpas an impromptu stroke by declaring Lan Zhan missing…

Wei Wuxian shrugs on his outer layer, and in the calmest, most put-upon voice he can manage, he answers, "What is it? I am feeling poorly this morning."

"Begging your pardon, Wei-jun, it's just…Hanguang-jun, uhm, we can't find Hanguang-jun."

Glancing behind his shoulder, Wei Wuxian winces as he sees Lan Wangji stirring, turning onto his back and shoving the covers out of the way.

"Ah, yes, Hanguang-jun," replies Wei Wuxian, channeling his inner Lan Qiren and attempting his most authoritative tone of voice. "Sect Master has informed me that he’s gone on a…a meditative trek. It's been some time since he's been able to cultivate in peace. He will be returning shortly. No need…no need to worry the Elders."

Through the thin walls, he hears a collective sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness. Forgive us for disturbing you, Wei-jun. If you're feeling unwell, should a healer be sent for -"

"No! No, that's quite alright. I'll be fine. Return to your studies. Do not dally." Wei Wuxian quickly dismisses the disciples.

Ear pressed against the door, he listens to their footsteps walking away until he can't hear anything but the sparrows chirping in the woods. Letting out the breath he’s been holding anxiously in his chest, Wei Wuxian pads himself in relief.

Crisis averted.

When he turns around, Lan Wangji is sitting up in bed, staring dazedly at him.

"I slept in. It's very late, isn't it?"

The sight of him like that, blankets gathered at the waist, pale chest bared and hair unbound, immediately steals from Wei Wuxian the breath he’d only just been able to catch.

Hanguang-jun is truly the Light Bearer, he laments, mindless of the smile that overtakes him. Even the sun seems to be drawn to the good Lan Zhan. Streaming onto the bed from the window behind, morning sunlight enshrouds his entire being and condenses into a soft halo around him, as if to remind the world that this man is blessed by the gods.

Yet this god-chosen man, destined for immortality, has given himself over to Wei Wuxian last night, delivered into his hands, with pure trust and a small smile in the dark.

Wei Wuxian feels the back of his neck heat up from the memory. Get yourself together, Wei Wuxian, you flagrant degenerate, it’s practically midday.

"Wei Ying, I…" Lan Wangji averts his eyes as Wei Wuxian takes a seat beside him, holding his clothes ready for him.

"Ah, Lan Zhan, don't be embarrassed." Wei Wuxian chuckles, reaching out to twirl a strand of Lan Wangji's hair around his finger teasingly. "So you slept in, happens to the best of us."

Leaning forward and pecking a chaste kiss to his forehead, Wei Wuxian hands him his robes and says, "Alright, come on, let's get up. You have to work, and I have to assist my venerated Hanguang-jun. A bath and some breakfast - I told the disciples I'm not feeling my best, they'll probably send whatever I ask for. Nobody ever has to know our Sect Master was sleeping the morning away."

The tip of Lan Wangji's ears turns pink, but instead of accepting the garbs the other man holds out to him, he shifts closer and winds his arms around Wei Wuxian shamelessly. "Yes perhaps, but I am not entirely to blame."

This time, Wei Wuxian does blush. He draws his head back, aghast. "L-Lan Zhan! H-how could you say such a thing in broad daylight!

"Is it not so?" Lan Wangji rests his chin against his lover's shoulder and pivots his head almost accusingly.

Wei Wuxian sputters. Why you shameless little - you - I -

Memories from the night before come rushing back: Lan Zhan's earnest open face when he asked Wei Wuxian to indulge him, climbing onto his lap and whispering into his ear exactly what he wanted. Wei Wuxian is used to Lan Zhan taking charge. It’s been that way since the two of them became intimate. He’s thrilled, more than thrilled, to share those stolen moments with Lan Zhan. In fact, it always does funny wonderful things to him to see the disciplined Hanguang-jun let loose the way he does when they’re together.

But to have his Lan Zhan laying under him, arching and trembling and falling apart for him, his name uttered by those heavenly lips like an answer, a spell, a prayer…How does any reasonable man come back from that?

Oh my god…I - I deflowered the Second Jade of Gusu… Wei Wuxian realizes with a jolt, suddenly hot under the collar. It's not that the implication didn't occur to him yesterday, but the weight of his actions had not fully sunk in until now. It's probably not a coincidence that Lan Wangji, who has never overslept a day in his life, fails to keep to his rigid internal clock after Wei Wuxian spent most of the night having his ways with him.

When did they even go to actual sleep? It couldn't have been any time before midnight. Wei Ying, Wei Wuxian, you fool, you absolute idiot, how could you have done this?! You should've been more careful!!

…Lan Zhan had been so careful with me…

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji calls his name, arms still locked around him. "You told them I'd be gone for a while yet, yes?"

Wei Wuxian frowns, not sure where he's headed. "Yeah?"

Lan Wangji shuffles closer, one of his hands travelling across the front of Wei Wuxian's robes until he finds the knotted sash. Blinking innocently, he says without a shred of pretense, "I do not doubt your skills, but my memories of last night are a little vague. Perhaps you ought to demonstrate for me again, as a reminder?"

For a long, long moment, neither of them move, Lan Wangji's request apparently having shocked Wei Wuxian into petrified silence. He does nothing but stare back at him, so much so Lan Wangji begins to wonder if he went a little too far with the teasing. But then Wei Wuxian's expression shifts, something raw and hungry flashing across his face. The next moment, Lan Wangji is flipped over onto his front, the covers yanked off exposing his pale bare form, every inch a perfection.

Lan Wangji shivers, more reactionary than actually cold. He can feel Wei Ying's gaze on him, heated and appreciative, and as much as he doesn't want to give him the satisfaction, he squirms under the scrutiny.

"Wei Y-"

But the weight of Wei Ying's body is suddenly flush against his back, and Lan Wangji notices with a start that while he is thoroughly bare, Wei Ying is mostly dressed and does not appear to be in any hurry to change that.

Does Wei Ying really intend to take him while fully clothed?! Somehow the thought doesn't bother him, not in the least. Rather, it spurs him on, sparking the desire that simmers just beneath his skin.

His hair is swept to side; Lan Wangji groans as a pair of lips press a hot, open mouthed kiss against his neck behind one redden ear.

"One would think, Hanguang-jun, that requesting physical intimacy in the middle of the day counts for misbehaviour."

The needy kiss transforms into a sharp bite.

Lan Wangji suffocates a groan, shuddering as the kiss trails between his shoulder blades and lower. For a few minutes, all he can focus on is the touch of hands and lips and tongue mapping out the planes of his body and wringing from him wonderful pleasures that he would not otherwise so easily relinquish.

"As the once disciplinary officer of Cloud Recesses," continues Wei Ying, lifting Lan Zhan by the hips and pushing him onto his knees. "Please enlighten us the appropriate consequences."

Wei Ying sounds very much like a cat savouring its play time with its poor prey before devouring it alive. Although Lan Wangji would never admit it out loud even under duress, he can confess to himself in the safety of his mind that this fate is exactly what he wants.

The Wei Ying of last night was careful, gentle, and steadfast despite being nervous.That Wei Ying had held his hands, lacing their fingers together, and whispered sweet lovely things as he brought them to their heights and back. Lan Wangji wasn't lying when he said his memories were a bit fuzzy; the entire experience had been…a lot.

However, Wei Ying in the morning is a whole different beast, and Lan Zhan aches just imagining what waits ahead. He wants him, by god, he wants him.

"One would think, Wei-jun," Lan Wangji manages to grit out, "that as someone who holds the highest running record of punishments received during his guest disciple days, you would be more than acquainted with Cloud Recesses' method of discipl - ah!"

The cry is ripped from his throat before he could help it. Panting, Lan Wangji writhes against the sheets and marvels a little at just how readily he receives what Wei Ying gives him.

But Wei Ying's tone loses its playfulness right away. "Lan Zhan -" The hand that threads through his hair is light and the following kiss on his left shoulder is tender. "- are you - are you hurt? Was I -"

Perhaps that cry sounded more distressed than he actually was. Lan Wangji turns his head to meet Wei Ying's worried gaze and melts a little. Blood is roaring in his ears and he is hot all over, but the warm cocoon that envelops his heart has nothing to do with lust.

Wei Ying presses another soft, comforting kiss against the shell of his ear and then another against his temple. "Say something, should I stop?"

Stop?! If this endearing idiot even thinks about stopping now Lan Wangji will absolutely smack him out of pure frustration.

Catching his breath, he pushes back against Wei Wuxian and is immensely satisfied when the other man shudders in response. Reveling in the knowledge that he is the only one to ever see Wei Ying this way, he does it again. This time, the hands gripping his deviant hips are no longer gentle.

"Are you going to make good on my punishments," challenges Lan Wangji, batting his lashes, infinitesimally coy. "Or were those merely empty threats?"

The speed at which Wei Ying's eyes darken with desire almost makes Lan Wangji regret his impertinence. But then he is being thrust forward without warning, the unexpected motion hitting that spot inside him that makes his toes curl and his vision go white, and he instantly regrets nothing.

"W-Wei Ying…"

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he is aware that he is being objectively loud, but it really isn't his fault. Who in their right mind would expect him to be silent when he is being railed into the bed like both their immortalities depended on it. He just hopes Wei Ying has the good sense to cast a silencing talisman (lucky for them, he did).

Lan Zhan moans into the sheets, his eyes rolling back. How on earth is he so wrecked so quickly?! What is Wei Ying doing to him? In this position, he is completely at his lover's mercy, but he doesn't want to fight it, not at all. Clutching the wooden headboard, Lan Wangji surrenders the last bit of his self-control and submerges under the waves of sensations and sounds and bliss.

Lan Zhan is quiet afterwards, soaking in the bath Wei Wuxian prepared for him. Wei Wuxian wipes himself down perfunctorily, changes into fresh robes and then proceeds to meticulously tidy the bed. The sheets are…probably not salvageable. He'll have to burn them or bury them, because there's no way he can hand them over to the disciples on laundry duty in the state that they're in. Even he can't talk his way out of that one.

When he's sure there is no more incriminating evidence of their activities, Wei Wuxian rounds behind the screen to find Lan Zhan exactly where he'd left him.

Eyes closed, he looks so young. It's not fair how everything must fall to him now. Lan Zhan never complains, but he must be exhausted after all that's happened since the end of last year.

His heart squeezing tightly, Wei Wuxian picks up a wash cloth and sits down by the tub. Lovely eyes flutter open just as he runs the warm towel over the round of Lan Zhan's shoulder.

"Are you alright?" He asks softly, wiping a bit of dried spent from Lan Zhan's chin. "Was I too rough?"

The tip of Lan Zhan's ears turns pink again. He shakes his head, taking Wei Wuxian's hand and caresses his knuckles. "No, you were perfect."

Still, something nags Wei Wuxian in the mind of his mind. Their hands still clasped together, he shifts closer and searches Lan Zhan's face.

"Lan Zhan, what brought this on? Last night and this morning. You know I don't mind being the …uhm…" Blushing, he clears his throat, suddenly thin-skinned. Damn it, Wei Wuxian, get it together. "You know I don’t mind being the way we were before. Love it in fact, can't get enough of it even. I don't want you to think I expect you to - uhm - return the favour... as it were."

Lan Zhan's eyes are serious but also bright and earnest with understanding and intent. He thumbs the blush on Wei Wuxian's cheek, curling his fingers around his nape.

"I'm yours now, Wei Ying." He says, voice hushed but resolve firm. "Do you understand? No more nonsense about finding me a proper husband, or a wife to bear me heirs, or any talk of that kind. Even if the Elders bar me from marrying you on the account of you being my brother's widower, I'm yours, and you're not allowed to abandon me. I won't have it."

"Lan Zhan..." The back of his throat grows unbearably tight. Wei Wuxian feels as though he could cry. He remembers their conversation back in Qishan when he saw Lan Zhan with little Wen Yuan and the ensuing row they had afterwards. It was perhaps the first and only time Lan Zhan lost his temper with him. He'd been so angry, so hurt, that Wei Ying would even suggest he should marry another.

Wei Wuxian, if you truly want me to be with someone else, then what, tell me, are we doing now?!

Wei Wuxian squeezes his hand, pressing a heartbroken kiss to his palm, then another, then another. He feels horrible with himself. How could he not realize earlier? Is this why Lan Zhan had been so insistent?

"Lan Zhan, my good Lan Zhan, you didn't have to - I won't leave you, Lan Zhan, I promised you, I won't. You have me, you'll always have me, you didn't have to -"

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji interrupts him, seeing his self-deprecating tendencies are once again leading him down the wrong line of thought. "I want you, want to be with you. Last night was not solely to drive home a point. Even if I did want to make a point, it would only be part of the reason, minimal at best, and certainly would not account for this morning.”

Wei Wuxian blinks, swallowing thickly. "And the real reason?"

"Well, surely it's very telling." Lan Wangji inches closer. The angle of the round tub makes it awkward but he doesn't care. A smile playing at his lips, he whispers into the other man's ear and delights at the way Wei Ying pulls back with a scandalized cry.

"Lan Zhan!"

Wei Wuxian is sure that his entire face is on fire. Who would've thought the esteemed Hanguang-jun could be such a lethal combination of imaginative mind and dirty mouth?!

But Lan Wangji only chuckles, nuzzling his neck. "Thank you for being so obliging, Wei Ying. I hope I was not too much of a burden."

I’m going to cry, thinks Wei Wuxian, I’m actually going to cry. Inside his chest, his heart has swelled so incredibly that he feels it will burst any second. "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, my good Lan-er-gege," he chants, over and over, peppering the lightest and sweetest of kisses along Lan Wangji's face. "You can't say things like that without warning! My heart can't take it!"

"Mn,” Lan Wangji purrs.“You'll live."

"Lan Zhan, ah Lan Zhan, what am I going to do with you?" Wei Wuxian sighs, holding the other man by the curve of his jaw and smiles that sunshine smile.

"Stuck with me, I'm afraid. Hasn't anyone told you?" Lan Zhan peers at him through hooded eyes. "Us Gusu Lans, we're rooks."

"Rooks?"

"Rooks mate for life."

At that, Wei Wuxian pulls Lan Wangji impossibly close and silences him with a deep, long kiss.

[part 8]

yishu 遗属 - family that is left behind through death.

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Näher | Pt.03

Walter x Female Reader; Axel Dieter Jr. (Marcel Barthel) x Female Reader (Nicknamed ‘Hase’) Mob AU! Rating: Mature (Minors DNI) Word Count: 1677 Warnings: Smut. PiV, oral (male receiving), fingering. Summary: Walter is jealous of Hase and Axel Pt.01 | Pt.02

Being with Walter has been something else. I moved in with him on the same day I agreed to work? fuck? be his play toy? anyway, I’m still trying to understand what our relationship actually is.

Work is relatively easy, pretty similar to what I used to do on my previous job. Finances, business administration, the usual. Walter always comes to me when he needs inputs on how to get something done, it felt nice to have my knowledge and capacity finally being recognised.

As to my sex life... well, it went from constantly putting batteries on my shopping list to having to take the day off because I could barely walk. Walter had this drive that was hard to keep up with. It was when he wanted, where he wanted, how he wanted and trust me, I’m not complaining. I haven’t felt this good in such a long time.

I am getting to know the other guys too. Tim is super nice and smart but very quiet too, Alex took a while to warm up to me. Being Walter’s right-hand man, he was very weary of my arrival, which I don’t blame him, they ran a serious business and who would trust a person that came out of nowhere? He did end up liking me, liking me so much that he became the father figure I never had and lectured Walter whenever he was being too harsh with me. Fabian was the sweetest person ever, calm, very friendly, made feel so welcome when I first arrived. He always made sure I was comfortable while he and Axel trained me (Walter asked me to take a few self-defence lessons, just in case). And Axel, well our relationship was the same thing we had in high school. We would go out, get drunk and go home in the early hours of the morning, order shitty takeout food to eat while watching even shittier movies. Sometimes it felt like Walter was jealous of us together. He would look at me with a face that showed that I let him down every time I came home in the morning after a night out with Junior or, when we were watching movies together, he would sit next to us and sigh and mumble incoherent things all the time. I always brushed it off and hoped that Axel never noticed it.

Today was a slow day, the business pretty much running itself. Walter and I were on his office, and while he was talking on the phone with his gun dealer, I read a copy of Edgar Allan Poe’s best works that he had in his library. He got off the phone, shook his head and let a defeated sigh.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked him without taking my eyes off the book so he wouldn’t notice the panicked look on my face when I realised I slipped up with the pet name. “Baby?” “I’m sorry.” “Say it again.” “I’m sorry.” “Not that, what you said before.” “Baby?”

“Come here.” he asked so softly while he patted his lap for me to sit on it. So, I did. I left my place on the chair on the other side of his desk, took of my heels, raised my shirt high enough so I could comfortably straddle his lap. As soon as I did, he held me close to him, hugging me, hiding his face on my neck, and inhaling. He stayed there for a little while and I respected his silence, the only sound around us was from the old record player playing Rolling Stones. I kept scratching his scalp, trying to soothe him for a bit. He mumbled something on my skin that I couldn’t really hear. “Can’t understand you, Baby.” “He said that the shipment will take longer than expected to arrive. Our usual route that passes by the Czech Republic got compromised and he’ll have to make a new one, probably by the sea.” “Is there anything else that we can do?” “No, he’s taking care of everything.” “Good, don’t worry then. Everything will be alright.” I gave him a little peck on the lips to punctuate it.

I positioned my elbows back on top of his table, to give him a better look. I was met back with a look of adoration, that felt really nice coming from him. “You’re so beautiful, you know that? Inside and out.”

I blushed and didn’t have the words to answer him. He noticed it and brought my lips back to his, kissing me softly and slowly taking off my shirt. He pulled my bra down enough so he could play with my breasts. We stayed like for a little while, just taking in each other.

We didn’t hear the knock on the door, noticing someone was entering the room when it was too late. “Walter, did Mack call y—“ Axel froze in place when he saw us. Walter’s demeanour changed completely when he realised who interrupted us. The soft touch he had on my breasts turned into a painful pinch on my nipple. “Junior, come here. Lock the door, please.” Axel did as he was told. “Walter, I’m sorry I interrupted you guys...” “No, no. It’s fine. Get up, honey. Junior, you always had a crush on her, right?” I couldn’t say anything, just stared at him. When I tried to get my bra in place, he held my hand. “C’mon, Junior. Cat got your tongue? Answer. You liked her, didn’t you?” “I did for a while during high school, yes.” Axel answered, blushing. “So fuck her.” Walter said as he pushed me towards Axel. “Walter, I don’t thin—“ I mouthed ‘don’t’ to him, better not to confront Walter in this mood. “It’s fine! I’m sure our little hure would love to! Go on, honey, make him cum. I’ll just sit here.” he said has he went back to his chair.

I held Axel’s hand whispering to him that it was fine. He kissed me gently, guiding me the couch that was positioned under the window, behind Walter’s desk. Walter turned around to continue to look at us with an amused expression. Axel’s touch was different. Gentler, calmer, almost apologetic, a very big contrast to Walter’s. He helped me take the rest of my clothes off and laid me down gently on the on the couch and proceeded to take his own clothes off. He kissed me again, with a bit more force this time, his hands roaming my body and it found its way to my core, where he rubbed my clit gently. He stayed like this for a while, then inserted two digits to prepare me for his length. His touch was precise and determined, giving me an orgasm quickly. He repositioned us, both kneeling on the couch, him behind me, his right arm holding me by my waist. Switching his fingers with his cock, he rocked us slowly, in such an agonising pace. Noticing how torturous it was for me, he picked up speed and I met his thrusts halfway. I took one hand to my heat and started playing with myself. Wasn’t long until another wave hit me. Axel started whimpering and Walter’s voice boomed, “Junior, are you close?” making us stop. “Yes.” “Hase, get down on your knees. Suck him and stop only when he comes.” So I did. I started slow, kitten licks on his head, one long stripe up on its underside. Back to its head, tongue swirling, taking more and more of him, deep throating him until I gagged, spit running down my chin. I kept going like this until he came on mouth and I made sure Walter saw I swallowed it all. “Open your mouth, honey.” I did as he said and he spat inside it, closing my mouth so I swallowed it too. “Isn’t she great? You can leave now, Junior.”

I quickly dressed myself again and sat on the couch waiting for Axel to leave. He did without saying anything, only shooting me an apologetic look. When he closed the door, I went straight to Walter’s face. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you, but Axel is my best friend and I assume he is yours too. Don’t you even think about doing anything to him, you understand me? I’ll fucking end you if I see one hair out of place in his head, got it?” “Oh, mein hase, I’m not doing anything with any of you. I’ve seen how you two are together, you should hear how he used to talk about you before we met. That boy adores you and I know you reciprocate it. I see how you two look at each other, the lingering stares, and the soft touches. You can fuck him whenever you want, hell, you can fuck any of the boys whenever you want. I just made it easier for both you.” I looked at him to see if he was lying, but I never got a more sincere look him that this. “Fine, I’m going home.”

He sighed and grabbed my hand, kissing it.

“Liebe, come here.” He got me on his lap again. “Look, I’m sorry about this. I’m just jealous of how the two of you are with each other, I know there’s a lot of love there and it’s not the same between us. I hope it will be like this one day.” He confessed. I kept staring at him, my mind going a thousand miles per hour.

“You should talk more, express your feelings more. It looks good on you. Who told you I don’t love you? Because I do. It’s just hard to express because you don’t open yourself enough for others, and it’s okay to open yourself up, that’s not a sign of weakness. I love you, okay?” “I love you.” He repeated. “I love you.” And I kissed him. “Oh, good to know I have a free pass. Think I’ll fuck Tim next. Bet he gives good head.” “Hase…”

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rejection

pairing: emily prentiss x reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: angst, some cursing, references to murder, references to violence, pining

a/n: hello! i’m here with a request from @millipop18 ! this is set during jennifer’s wedding, at the season seven finale! this is my first time writing for emily, so please be gentle. i hope you all enjoy! :))

prompt: “it’s been so long, sometimes i wonder how i will stay strong.”

“are you sure she’s okay?”

swiveling your head, you arch your brow at a very intoxicated derek morgan, penelope clinging to his elbow, nuzzling her head into his shoulder, incoherent rambles rolling off her tongue. the crowd is milling about, either dancing or in groups, chatting among themselves.

reid was babbling off to rossi, spewing out statistics about weddings while rossi downed another glass of scotch. hotch was invested in a light-hearted conversation with some family, happily chattering about jack and the joys of parenthood.

yet, there was one individual, lurking on the outskirts, a frown etched across her lips.

“i’m not sure,” you inhale sharply, swishing around ice in your glass, eyeing her from across the dance floor, “she seems so distant tonight.”

“maybe you should go talk to her,” derek remarks, pressing a tender kiss to penelope’s temple, “after all, this is a night to celebrate.”

“you have to remember the decision she made,” you counter, taking a sip, “this probably isn’t easy for her, morgan.”

“you’re right,” he echoes, whistling slightly, “you should go talk to her though, make sure she’s okay.”

“i will,” you murmur, “get some more cake and drinks you two, jj said she doesn’t want to take any of this home!”

“you don’t have to tell me twice!” derek’s voice crescendos as you make your way through the crowd, a soft ballad wafting into your ears.

jj and will are in the midst of the dance floor, the blonde’s head snuggled into his chest, his chin resting on top of her head. henry was sound asleep in one of the chairs, family members packing up a variety of food.

carefully, you make your way over to the bar, requesting another drink. something you know that she wouldn’t say no to. something she could sip on to send a buzz coursing through her veins, forgetting the inevitable pain that lingered.

“hey!” you chirp, stretching out your hand to offer her the drink, “emily, we’re at a wedding and you look like you’re at a funeral.”

“maybe it is,” she mumbles, giving you a curt thank you before taking a long swig, “it’s the funeral of my hopes and dreams.”

“hopes and dreams?” your brow furrows, “what are you talking about?”

a long, weary sigh tumbles from her lips, her gaze flickering over to two sole individuals.

“i really thought i had a chance.”

your lips part, confusion buzzing in your mind. however, the moment your eyes drift over to the focus of her attention, it clicks.

emily prentiss was referring to her unrequited love for jennifer jareau.

and you didn’t need to profile her to see it.

the pain was there, plaguing her features. bright, warm, mocha colored eyes were a darkened obsidian hue, shattered and broken. her complexion was a shade lighter than usual, the color drained from her face. the aura clinging to her presence was nothing but hurt, masked by a weary, pained, smile.

“emily,” you begin, your voice soft and delicate, “you’ve been through so much lately. please, don’t beat yourself up over it. there are some things that just aren’t meant to be.”

“you of all people should know how my mind works,” emily snorted, shaking her head, “it’s been so long, since.. we were together. i mean, i fell for her the moment i walked into the bau. i thought that maybe i would have a chance, that she felt the things i felt for her, but i guess i was wrong. and that’s what hurts the most. sometimes i wonder how i will stay strong. like you said, i’ve been through so much.”

“emily i’m not saying that you don’t have a right to be hurt,” gently, you lay a hand on her shoulder, “what i’m trying to say is that with everything that’s happened lately, you have every right to be upset. yet, you can’t blame yourself for the way things unfolded. however, i’m surprised you showed up tonight.”

“crazy what we’ll do for the people who broke our hearts huh?” she chuckles, the sound dry and hoarse.

“you’ll get over her,” the words are light, promising, “i know you will, emily. the badass within you will make sure it happens.”

for the first time that night, you notice the corners of her lips curl, curving into a wide smile.

“you mean that?”

“of course i do,” you nod, “so, has anyone asked you to dance yet? or have you just been sulking all night?”

“hotch, rossi, and derek are all lucky men,” her voice is laced with a tease.

“well,” you set down your drink, taking hers out of her grasp, “i have a question for you, miss prentiss. and i’m correct, you won’t say no.”

“and that is?” she arches a brow, folding her arms across her chest, “also, no profiling, remember?”

“this isn’t profiling,” you scoff, offering her your hand, “will you have this dance?”

there’s a beat of silence, emily blinking momentarily, swallowing thickly.

“of course i’ll dance with you.”

lacing her fingers with yours, you whisk her onto the dance floor, placing a tender hand on her waist, bearing a content grin. throughout the song, you crack a few jokes, your heart swelling with every note of laughter that flows from her plush lips.

god, you were hoping to get her mind off things. from the look of it, she was finally relaxing, allowing herself to savor the moment, eyes glittering with laughter, donning a smile that would hopefully last for a few more hours.

for a moment, you softened under the intimacy, the ability to be so close to a woman who often closed herself off to others. you were dazed by her radiant beauty, relishing the way her giggles bounced into her ears.

and just for a second, you believed that maybe she shared the same feelings, nuzzling her head into your shoulder, murmuring how much better she felt after spending time with you.

yet, your heart sinks as she pulls away, the final song of the night sputtering out its final notes, emily’s attention focusing once more to jj. it was almost as jj was a beacon. a shining, radiant light that pulled her in.

however, you knew how jj felt. how she broke emily’s heart. but for some reason, emily was drawn in, always finding her way back.

that was the thing about rejection.

no matter how hard someone pushed you away, you longed to be with them.

and that’s what hurt as you watched emily stroll over to jj, gushing and giving one final goodbye, peppering a chaste kiss to her cheek.

emily prentiss wasn’t the only soul facing rejection that night.

and boy, did it hurt so fucking bad.

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endless-whump · 4 years

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S/O: Allowed to Love

CW: suicidal behavior, attempt to initiate spice as a trauma reaction by noncon survivor, self blaming, panic attack, box boy universe/conditioning, self harming panic/stim behavior

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Takes place shortly after A Gamble, where Oliver attempts suicide

Simon had caught him trying to rip his bandages off. He wasn’t sure how it turned into a fight, but somehow Oliver ended up rocking back and forth, begging incoherently as Simon hurriedly tried to talk him down. His mind hurt, it felt blank but at the same time so loud, thoughts clashing in an endless spiral that hurt and hurt and hurt

Why does it hurt so fucking BAD

Oliver tugged at his hair, eyes squeezed shut as he sat, curled up on the couch. Everything hurt and it wouldn’t stop and it never stops.

“Please stop that, Oliver, come on-” He just jerked away when hands tried grabbing at his wrists, almost violent in his attempts to get away from the touch. He didn’t want it, he didn’t deserve it. He just wanted it all to end and Simon stopped him. He didn’t deserve to be helped. He just wanted to die.

“I don’t WANT you to touch me!” Oliver snapped, ignoring the way Simon flinched back at the tone. He ignored it all, scrambling off the couch in a rage of pure anguish he couldn’t seem to control. “I don’t want you to ever fucking touch me again!”

He knew as soon as the words were out of his mouth that he’d made a mistake. The hurt on Simon's face was immediate, lips pressed together in a thin line as his eyes watered. He rarely ever saw Simon cry, and he didn’t want to now. He’d gone too far, was too blind in his own need to push Simon away.

“I, um-” Simon started to stand, hands lowering. “I’m sorry...I won’t. I can leave, if you want.”

“No, no Simon please I didn’t mean it, please-” He was already getting up, he was leaving and he was angry and he fucked everything up and he needed to fix this, no no no-

He could fix this, he could diffuse this.

Oliver grabbed Simon's shirt, pulling himself close and pushing him back down onto the couch. He barely thought as he straddled the other, his lips crashing into Simons in a desperate attempt to fix this. It ignited a heat in his stomach he’d never felt before, not even with the person he was trained to love and crave. He was pushed away, the kiss breaking just enough for Simon to protest. He looked surprised, brows furrowed in concern and hurt. He was crying and Oliver needed to fix that, he could make it go away. He was always able to make it go away with Cedric.

“Hey..come on, Oliver, you know I can’t-”

“I’ll be good,” Oliver breathed frantically, slipping his hands under Simon's shirt. He could be good, he could make things right again. This was all his fault, everything was crumbling and he was scrambling to piece it back together. He could be so so good and that would fix this, right? This would show Simon that he still wanted him. He nuzzled against Simon's neck with a soft kiss as he moved with skill to unbutton the top button of his jeans, moving with a trained purpose he’d never used for anyone except Cedric.

“Oliver, get off.”

His wrists were grabbed, almost harshly, in an attempt to remove them from his jeans. Oliver ignored the spark of pain in his bandaged arms it ignited, jerking his hands away to shake Simon off and grabbing his waistband again, rolling his hips and pulling him closer.

“Oliver- Oliver I said STOP.”

He was stunned as he hit the floor hard, shoved off Simon with an aggressiveness so rarely directed at him. He was breathing hard, shaking as he stared up at the other as he scrambled off the couch, almost rushing to help Oliver before stopping himself and stepped back.

“I’m..I’m so sorry Oliver, I can’t- I’m sorry.” Simon looked scared, so unsure of himself in a guilt he seemed to be drowning in, judging by his expression. There were tears running down his face, his hands shaking as he held them up, almost defensively.

“I..I can’t.”

And then he was gone. Hurried out of the living room, the door slamming shut behind him and leaving Oliver completely alone.

He just broke the only true connection he ever had with a person, let him walk right out the door. He was gone. The one person he ever loved was gone.

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“He’s gone,” Oliver said quietly, eyes dull. He held his arms out for Marie, unresisting as she turned his wrists over to inspect them carefully. The stitches had come undone, nothing serious. Just some bleeding.

You could just barely see the bruised imprints of fingers starting to form on his forearms where Simon had grabbed him in surprise, a reminder of just how much strength Simon usually withheld when handling Oliver.

“He’ll come back,” She reassured calmly, watching his demeanor carefully. Simon relied on Oliver more than what was visible on the surface, he’d be back. She saw the way Simon woke up from nightmares, holding Oliver tight to reassure himself, seeming to calm down from just that feeling alone. How he melted right into touch when Oliver offered it, small fingers shily tracing along his skin when he didn’t think Simon would notice. How much Oliver’s extensive efforts and fixation on making food as a way of showing love got to him. How he listened to Simon ramble or read out loud for hours, the older boy able to get extremely talkative with his bonded when given the chance, a stark comparison to his usual, closed off self.

Everything from the late nights spent talking and playing board games to the way Oliver, even with his impaired memory, seemed to remember every little detail of Simon's favorites and hatreds showed a deep commitment he had to Simon that went beyond a need for protection. The damn kid was too nervous to speak up about being allergic to shellfish when Mia gave it to him, only stopped from eating it by Simons frantic intervention, and yet he didn’t hesitate to stop and point out when someone made Simons coffee with regular white sugar. He preferred coconut sugar, apparently.

He gave Simon love in a lot of very quiet ways, but Marie quickly learned to notice it. He gave everything he had to Simon, even if it didn’t seem like he had much. They balanced each other out, in an odd way.

“You love him.” She said softly. She started to wrap Oliver’s arms gently, winding the soft bandaging around again and again as she watched him, trying to gage his reactions.

“Of,Of course I do, I-”

“No, Oliver.”

Oliver froze, glancing up at her. She was giving him a soft, knowing look, resting a hand on his.

“You love him, and you’re pushing him away because you don’t think you deserve him. You think of yourself as just a dependent. I know you just think you’re a burden to him, someone he needs to protect, but you’re more than that.”

Oliver didn’t know what to say. He looked down at his hands, trembling. The room was still as he squeezed his eyes shut, taking a shuddering breath.

“Yea. I um...I do love him.” He dropped his head into his hands, hands running through his hair and grabbing lightly. “I love him, and I don’t..I don’t know what to do about it.”

The clock on the wall ticked loudly, Oliver’s breaths feeling loud in the otherwise quiet room. None of this mattered now because Simon was gone, and he took a piece of Oliver with him.

“Oliver..it's ok to love him. You know that, right?”

The silence that stretched between them was answer enough.

“You’re allowed to-”

“No I’m not.” Oliver cut in, voice tight. He looked like he was in pain, staring at the floor with a fierce intensity, brows furrowed. “I’m not allowed to because...because that isn’t fair to him. I love him because that’s w,what I was trained to do, what we were trained to do. It's, It's not fair for me to trap him in that.”

Marie considered him for a moment, pressing her lips together and taking a deep breath through her nose. She wasn’t ever bonded but..she knew what it felt like to be forced to rely on someone. All the rescues did, in some way. Some didn’t even realize it.

“Were you trained to love him, Oliver?”

The boy blinked, finally looking up to meet her eyes. He looked stunned at the question. “Were you trained to love Simon?” She repeated. He licked his lips, gaze drifting over her shoulder as if he was zoning out before returning, expression conflicted.

“I guess..um..no. I wasn’t.”

“Ok then. What were you trained to do with Simon?”

It felt like a trick question. Oliver leaned back a bit, fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt as he thought carefully, gaze drifting to his hands.

“I, um, I was trained to trust him. Blindly. And to always listen to him. That he was safe.”

“Ok, and do you? Trust him blindly, always listen to him?”

Oliver shifted uncomfortably, feeling anxious. He wanted to stop, he didn't want to answer these anymore.

“I’m gonna go ahead and answer that for you. No. You ran away from him when he hurt you, when he scared you. You didn’t listen to him when he told you to stop hurting yourself, when you were trying to escape. Oh- and you flat out told him no and hid for an hour when he tried giving you Nyquil.” Marie sighed, rubbing idly at the joint of her thumb. “I know some of those circumstances weren’t healthy, but you know what? The fact that you were able to say no to him is good. You trust Simon but not blindly, not anymore. You love Simon, and not because of anything they put in your brain. You weren’t trained to love him, remember? You might have been forced to trust and obey him, but they never made you love him. Who were you trained to love, Oliver?”

There was a beat of silence before he answered, voice cracking with emotion

“Mr Cedric.”

“And do you love him?”

Another beat, this time carrying a quiet weight of realization.

“No.”

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lovingtheway · 4 years

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Blood Sport

Note: my sister’s boyfriend named it so shoutuot to Andrew who is every bit of embarrassing as me. It makes sense you’re dating my sister.

Shout out to mi querida, Who i'm 97% sure inspired this somehow, even if I can't pinpoint how or why. Love you Alyssa 😘💜💜

Based off of Walk Away by The Script? At first and then it became it's own thing

Warning: mentions of death,season 2 spoilers (if anyone reads it and finds something else please please let me know!) idk i’m lowkey a little drunk rn and don’t know anything but I hope y'all like it!!

Words: 1.7k

Pairing: Javier Pena x Reader

It was early morning when he realized you couldn't sleep anymore. Your head was resting on his chest, over his heart where you could hear it beating, strong and steady, your arm wrapped around his middle, one of your legs thrown in between his. It was his favorite way of sleeping, entangled with you, his arms wrapped tight around you to keep you from shifting off his body. You hoped he knew it was when you felt safest, like the world outside the windows didn't exist. Like no one could hurt him while he was with you. And if he was safe, you didn't care whether or not you were.

You'd been seeing each other for a few months now, Javi always coming back to you, regardless of everything going on around you two. He would come around often at first, quick nights where he'd be gone shortly after getting what he came for, leaving you spent and blissful, which turned into nights sleeping at each other's places, and eventually late night talks over a bottle of whiskey.

He wasn't one to open up easily but you were easy to talk to with your curious eyes and beautiful smiles, the way you'd touch his hand lightly when he was having a hard time finding the right words, reassuring him that everything was okay. You'd lock your fingers together and kiss his knuckles when he came home shaking, fists clenched and words snapping from his mouth before he fully thought them through. Before he realized the weight of them and how they could hurt you. You never held them against him when he was in one of those moods but he'd hold you in his arms for hours after, as a silent apology, kissing your exposed skin lightly.

You should have run when you had the chance. You should have walked away from him that first night he spent at your place. His arms wrapped around you all night, mumbling drunkenly and incoherently, words he'd never tell you sober, words you wished to have been able to hear and understand.

You were too good for him, too innocent. You wanted to save everyone, including him. Your bright eyes willing to help whether or not someone deserved it, whether or not he deserved it. He knew what happened to people who got involved with him. They were liabilities. Something for the cartels to use against him but you didn't care. You always came back to him, you were always there for him.

Even after you were followed home one day. You simply changed your address and told him where to find you, not even bothering to tell him why until he pried deeper. His skin burned as he thought of you being in danger but you merely threw your arms around his shoulders and pressed your lips to his gently, reminding him between kisses you were a lot tougher than you looked. That's when he should have walked away. When he realized he cared too much for you. When the thought of them coming after you made his stomach twist with anxiety and his vision to go red.

You always told him not to worry about you, worry about keeping himself safe instead, but he couldn't help it. You consumed his every thought. Your soft good mornings and pleas for him to be careful made sure he wasn't too reckless, made sure he didn't let his job consume and kill him.

His hands roamed your sides unconsciously, remembering the moment everything changed. The moment he realized he was in too deep and you had him latched onto you whether you wanted or not.

He'd gone to your place after Carrillo was killed, not really sure of where else to go but knowing that he needed you. You were met with desperate sloppy kisses, and too rough hands that had you gasping for air. You knew what brought these episodes on but it felt too good for you to question him.

When he was done and you were both spent, he started to get dressed, unable to look at you. It felt wrong for him to have come here just for sex but he didn't want you to carry this shit on your shoulders. After so long of you spending nights together, your eyes were heavy with hurt but he swallowed hard as he made a move to leave. You stopped him when you took his wrist in both your hands.

"Javi, what happened?" You asked gently, your hand slipping into his and pulling him closer. He went willingly, his self-loathing flaring inside of him. The same self-loathing you looked past to care for him. "Javi?"

"Carrillo's dead. I killed him."

"What?" Confusion flooded your face so he explained everything. Your eyes filled with tears as he told you what happened. His words were hurried, almost as if he was trying to get you to understand, to tell him there was nothing he could have done differently even if he wouldn't believe you. Somehow he ended up on his knees in front of you, grasping your hands tightly in his.

He was silent, waiting for you to say something when you pulled your hands away from his. His heart stopped, hell, the whole world stopped as he waited for you to tell him to leave. For you to walk away from him and leave his life forever. Everyone left at one point or the other, but he didn't think it would feel like this. Like the whole universe was imploding in on itself. He braced for impact, looking away from you and closing his eyes tightly.

Your warm hands cupped his face softly unexpectedly. He flinched at your touch, unworthy of any softness you gave him after what he’d done. But he couldn’t help the soft breath of relief at the kiss you pressed to his forehead. You thumbs brushed his cheekbones but you kept kissing down his nose and then each cheek before you pressed your lips against his in a much gentler kiss than the ones he’d stolen from you earlier.

“Javi, mírame,” you breathed out when you pulled away. He still had his eyes closed, almost afraid that if he opened them, you’d be gone, a mere illusion of his loneliness. He shook his head. “Javi.” Your voice was soft but stern, refusing to be ignored. He opened his eyes slowly, meeting your eyes. They were shining with unshed tears. He swallowed hard and cupped your cheek, trying to catch your tears before they fell. “This was not your fault.”

“Cariño,” he started but you stopped him before he could finish.

“No. you found a lead and you ran with it. That woman killed Carrillo, you were just doing your job. Carrillo was just doing his job. And you blaming yourself takes away all the years that he spent in this fight. You do not get to carry his death on your shoulders, it is not your burden to carry.” Your voice was thick as you spoke over the lump in your throat. “We mourn the dead, we don’t blame ourselves for what happened to them. He died for his country in the hands of a horrible man, Javi. You don’t get to take that from him.”

Your words were harsh but what he needed right now.

“If you care about this man, you will find Pablo Escobar and make him pay for what he did.” Your words cut deep and helped ease some of the blame settling in his stomach.

Something shifted in him then. A realization that he needed you in his life. It wasn’t a matter of what he wanted anymore, it was a matter of not ever losing you. It unsettled him further and he felt the planet itself shift off his axis. Your eyes never left his as the change happened but you must have sensed it because next thing he knew he had his head buried in your neck and your hands running through his hair softly.

He allowed himself to be coddled like a child after a nightmare and it was only then he realized that maybe the planet hadn’t shifted off its axis but had finally settled into its rightful place. You stayed up with him all night, both of you wrapped tightly around each other, refusing to let go of him until he pulled away first. It was the night he should have run away from but turned out to be the night he realized he’d never leave your side again.

“You’re gonna be late,” you mumbled sleepily, breaking him out of his thoughts. His lips curled into a smile as he looked down at you, refusing to let go of him. You’d asked once if it was hard for him to breathe when you were on top of him. He refused to admit that it was the only time he was able to breathe, knowing you were safe in his arms.

“You need to get off first, cariño,” he whispered into your hair. You shook your head and held on tighter to him, your hands trying to wrap under him.

“If I don’t, will you stay with me?” You asked. He knew you didn’t mean it but he flipped you over onto your back anyways, his hands digging into your waist to keep you in place under him. Your eyes widened at the sudden shift but when they settled on him they softened once more, blinking under the sun peeking in through the windows and lighting up his face.

He often wondered if you needed those words. The words that every woman wanted to hear when a hookup became more than just that. But when your eyes met his, he knew those words meant nothing compared to how he felt. He could say them a hundred times and they wouldn’t even compare to how you made him feel. He leaned down and captured your lips in a breathtaking kiss, stealing the air from your lungs.

When he pulled away, he knew that even if he never said those words, you wouldn’t need them. You felt them in every action he did towards you. In every way he proved he loved you without ever saying it.

~~~

Mírame- look at me

Not gonna apologize for this one bc it must be annoying for y'all to hear as well but thank you all for reading. And as always all comments are loved an appreciated!! 💜💜

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hartears · 5 years

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Camping: Lee Hyunjae imagine

Genre: fluff, one shot, drama

Summary: When your friend selfishly decides to share the car with her boyfriend to camp in whilst you’re forced to share the tent with Hyunjae.

In text quote: “What happened to us? Why did we end up like this?”

From the very moment your friend had suggested to spend the summer holidays to go camping, you were immediately against it. Mosquitoes lurking around the campsite, crickets chirping throughout the night (with only the thin canvas to pointlessly block the noise), dirt, lack of proper meals and the crumpled sleeping bags supposedly used to make up for your comfortable bed at home, you just didn’t get the hype about camping.

How was this considered leisure? Had not for the fact that your friend had guilt tripped you about her strict parents not allowing her and her boyfriend, Younghoon to spend time with each other, camping was the only choice to change that. Her parents trusted you and if you said “it’s only a girls fun activity,” they’d believe you. Of course by attending such recreation, you had rules of your own;

Girls and boys are seperated when sleeping

You get to shower first for the entire trip

Only people you liked/knew are allowed to attend

You don’t have to drive (you didn’t quite trust yourself behind the wheel)

Once your friend had promised you the conditions were to be met, the first thing to go wrong was meeting Hyunjae sitting in the front seat of the car when Younghoon came to pick everyone up for the trip. To clarify, Hyunjae and you were childhood best friends until highschool was approaching and he decided that humiliating you in front of your crush was hilarious.

“Um why is she coming?” Hyunjae asked, irritation evident in his voice.

Before Younghoon could respond, you shot back a reply, “I should be asking why you’re here, nobody wants a bully around.”

Hyunjae retaliates by clicking his tongue and returns death glares through the wing mirror, “As if a snob is any better, you’re so full of it.” The thought of running Hyunjae over with Younghoon’s rangerover seemed only appropriate after his comment.

“And you’re so full of bullshit!-“

“Guys!” Younghoon yelled which managed to keep both of yous silent for the time being. “If I had known you guys had bad blood then i wouldn’t have let this happen but please don’t ruin the trip. It’s my only chance I get to spend with the one I love. Can’t you guys pretend to get along?”

You and Hyunjae exchange eye contact briefly (acknowledging Younghoon’s wishes) before letting out exasperated sighs. “Fine, as long as y/n doesn’t talk to me.” Hyunjae says and you irritably add,

“As long as Hyunjae stays away from me.”

Finally arriving to the campsite, first things first was everybody helping to set up camp and then exploring the bewilderness. Younghoon had thought it’d be a great idea to hike as a group and knowing your friend, she happily agreed without a second thought. The couple walked on ahead, leaving you and Hyunjae awkwardly following behind. He didn’t once turn to look at you, his eyes followed the backs of the couple whilst cautiously maintaining balance and avoiding any rocks or slippery paths. However, you couldn’t keep your eyes off your feet. You were getting paranoid, your pace was slowing down and the road just seemed to get bumpier and steeper, this was not in your book of fun.

You were beginning to lose sight of everyone, another factor to add to your paranoia. You hastened your steps to prevent being lost and didn’t notice the small landmark peircing just above the surface of the sandy trail until you unevenly step on it and lose your balance. “Watch out!” Hyunjae calls out, and throws himself towards you, his outstretched arms wrap around your shoulders and you both come tumbling down the terrain until reaching flat ground.

“Are you guys okay?!” Your friend calls out, carefully making her way down. To answer her question, you didn’t feel all that terrible. You were held tight in Hyunjae’s embrace, his chin resting on your head and his legs entagled with yours. You realize he took all the damage. “Oh no, Hyunjae? How are you-“

He grunts tiresomely and slowly releases his hold on you. Suddenly you feel a bit cold. “I’m fine, luckily you didn’t climb that high, I guess there are benefits of being a slowpoke.” His right cheek was scraped along with his knees, left elbow and shoulders. You couldn’t understand why he was joking after all that’s happened and you couldn’t help but blame yourself for injuring him. Immediately running to the first aid kit you brought in your duffel bag, you made your way towards Hyunjae only for Younghoon to end up taking the box from your hands and tend to his wounds. A sense of disappointment washed over you when you weren’t able to apply the ointment and bandages on Hyunjae. You must’ve hit your head at one point during the fall because there’s no way you care for him at all.

After dinner and some rest, you were furious that your friend was trying to back out of her promise and ‘watch the night sky’ with Younghoon. The couple didn’t think twice about ditching you with Hyunjae and you knew they weren’t going to leave the car anytime soon. The only option seemed to be sharing the tent with Hyunjae and the very thought of that makes you want to scream. As you approach the large pyramid shaped pavilion, you see Hyunjae lying on his side after finishing preparing your sleeping bag and your side of the tent. He had his eyes closed with his face sticking out from the padded zip up sleeping bag. It was at least 2 am in the morning now, tucking yourself in an hour ago didn’t have seemed to work and despite you and Hyunjae unofficially defining the line between who’s side of the tent is who’s, Hyunjae kept tossing and turning in his sleep, somehow managing to constantly bump into you and leaving you with the choice to push him back.

“Why do you hate me?” he mumbled almost incoherently. You turned to see whether he was awake or not but his eyes remained shut and his chest slowly heaving little breaths indicating his unconscious state.

“As if you don’t know.” You replied back unwittingly and his eyes flash open in an instant. So he was awake you thought. The atmosphere between the the two of you suddenly became intense, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed, you could see the wrinkles crinkling on his forehead and he kept his eyes on you.

“What happened to us? Why did we end up like this?” He says firmly slowly inching towards you.

“Don’t play dumb.” You answered with hostile whilst also considering the fact that Hyunjae and you haven’t started blatantly insulting each other yet. “Why are you even bringing this up? It was a long time ago.”

“Well it doesn’t feel like a long time to me.” He replies calmly which inadvertently mollifies you.

“You told my crush that I liked him and joked that I would’ve been a terrible girlfriend. Ever since I confronted you about it, we’ve been at each other’s throats every time we see each other.” You explained and he exhales wearily. “You were supposed to be my best friend, why’d you do that to me?”

“Well I- I did that...umm because..” He was beginning to fluster which confuses you as his reaction didn’t portray his typical arrogant behaviour.

“I liked you then. M-more than a um, more than a friend.” You let him continue by remaining quiet, “I was immature then and when you told me you had feelings for some other guy, I lashed out and handled the situation the wrong way. I’m sorry I put you through that, I should’ve been honest but i didn’t want to lose you. In the end I lost you anyways.” He held a remorseful expression, one filled with regret and bitterness. He bit his lower lip suddenly nervous as to how you’d react to his confession, and you noticed his face kept contact with the ground to avoid your eyes.

“I don’t know what to say.” His words just seemed so sudden, unexpected and completely out of character. It was hard to believe and process in your head. He ‘liked liked’ you when you were friends and you were clueless of it this whole time.

“I know what i’ve done is inexcusable but I just wanted to tell you now that I have the chance. It’s been slowly eating away at me and at first I thought I could ignore anything I felt about you by pretending to hate you but it just doesn’t go away. My feelings haven’t changed, I’m always still thinking about what we could’ve been and now I’m finally doing something about it. I realize it’s not too late to fix things. To fix us.” He seemed hopeful once he managed to take everything off his chest but a quick glance at your befuddled expression, his eyes darken. “Although you still hate me, right?”

Hyunjae renders you speechless once again, which leads to you blurting everything that comes to mind.

“I-I could never really hate you deep down, I miss when we were friends, you made me wonder why you’ve changed so much but in reality I guess you haven’t.” He was still the somewhat considerate and loving person he was before. You know he was holding up a facade around you and you know after all this time he still cares about you. You don’t roll off a hiking trail for anyone you thought but despite the events of today, within those years of hatred and finally receiving an answer for all that irrationality between the two of yous, it wasn’t as simple to go back to the way things were before. “I forgive you for everything but I think we’ll need time to mend our relationship. Friends?”

He smiles and unzips his sleeping bag, jumping out of the quilt and hugs you tight. Heat begins to rush to your cheeks as he snuggles his face within the nape of your neck, his breaths hitting your skin. “I’ll show you just how much you mean to me. I’ve missed you.”

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αℓεα ιαcтα εsт - various kny x reader [2]

part 2! and i have 2 lots of maths homework due tomorrow that i haven’t even started!! priorities!

link to part 1 if you haven’t read it!

debating making a masterlist... it’d probably come in handy

also as always, criticism is always appreciated! have a wonderful day <3

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The chickens were restless that day, it seemed. Whenever attempts to herd them together were made, they only scattered more. Not even extra feed brought them together for long, and it was beginning to get frustrating. The farmer couldn't recall a time when they'd been this unruly. Constant squawking combined with panicked glances this way and that were beginning to take its toll upon her weary brain.

She rubbed her temple with a sigh; a headache would be forming soon, and she had a gut feeling that it would throb like none other before it. And it was safe to say that she wasn't too excited about that, especially since her gut usually spoke the truth.

Perhaps, she tried to convince herself, they were merely on edge about a fox attack. There'd been quite a few of those lately. Unfortunately there was little that she could do, as she never took a sword outside of the house. If the police happened to pass by while she had it then there'd be a lot of trouble that she'd rather not have to deal with. It didn't help much that the presence of the blade intimidated the animals into a similar state that the poultry was currently in.

Besides, foxes usually came at night anyways. Meaning it wasn't even her problem. It was someone else not doing their job, and she'd have to exchange a few words with him over this. Clearly he was too focussed on other predators that typically avoided animals.

Blades clashed, the sharp clanging of metal against metal echoing out in the dimly lit room.

The sight was startling, unexpected, so much so that the woman flinched from it. But when she blinked, she was back outside, surrounded by noisy animals who wouldn't give her ears a moment's rest.

One vacant look across the horizon brought her fully back to her surroundings, and in good time too: the sun was beginning to set. With that in mind, she groaned. Hopefully the animals wouldn't be as resistant to the idea of going back inside as they'd been to going outside. She really didn't want to have to invest in a herding dog just for the odd time that they were unwilling to listen to her. Even if the thought of a little puppy helping her out was one of the cutest things that she could imagine.

A smile spread across her face as she started her task, clicking her tongue to try and lure the chickens on the path back to the coop. To her utter joy, they listened! Clucking between them in a way that sounded vaguely chipper now, they scurried after her on their tiny little legs. It was quite a funny sight to see, and she almost wished that she could just sit and watch them scuttle around all day. But she didn't have all day, and the cattle needed bringing in as well.

There really was so much to do, but so little t

There were footsteps, many of them; sprinting, hurrying, with another set chasing them. Everything was blurry with incredible speed, hard to see in the dark.

Then she was back again, back to the fields of green that stretched far and wide, reaching up to try and reach the deep blue above. To clouds that dragged on at such a lazy speed, pale in colour with little rain to spare. Not that such a thing was surprising, as it was the middle of the summer.

But the season didn't matter. Not when she'd blacked out twice in the space of half an hour, when animals needed to get inside and she needed to lock herself inside as well. Her precious poultry was defenceless when not in their coop, and the cattle grew angry with her if they had to sleep outside. They were temperamental as is without having an actual reason to be irritated.

With that in mind, she hurried the chickens back to the coop, which at that point wasn't very far. Where they'd been nervous outside, they soon settled very well inside, meaning she could leave almost immediately to tend to the cattle. After the cattle, she'd have to tend to the guests too, which meant having to cook, strike up polite conversation, not give away that there was a demon in the basement... the usual.

The cattle were just as easily led back to the barn as the chickens had been, and just as easily settled too. This improved her mood, which had been dampened at the thought of having to tend to the guests. She didn't dislike them- not by any means, as they seemed friendly enough- but it was always a bit stressful when you were hiding something. Especially something that damning, and even moreso when the guests were those who hunted demons for a living. Who most probably despised all demons with all of their heart and soul. It was hard to blame them for that, as they'd probably lost family to demons, but her situation wasn't exactly easy to explain.

Neither was the situation that she'd walked into.

"Hey, Munjirou, move out of the way- I wanna fight 'em!" The excited growl came from the little study she'd put together, the door of which had been left open. And from the size of the room and the slight echo to the voice, she had a vague idea where her guests were, and what was happening.

Her feet dragged as she forced herself down the small hallway to the study, with the plethora of books that she'd brought back from her few ventures to the nearby town, splashes of colour found from the few valuables she hadn't resisted buying. Not that she regretted it, mind, but they certainly took a bit out of her pocket.

But that wasn't important. Not when one bookshelf in particular had been shifted, revealing the gloomy staircase hiding behind it. Indeed, they'd been snooping where they shouldn't have been, and from the sounds of their quick steps, they weren't too pleased from what they'd found. They were nearly at the entrance if she was correct. It was rather difficult to predict exactly where when the slightest noise never seemed to stop bouncing off the walls of that place.

She was correct, as but a few moments later, the familiar group from the day before sprinted away from the stairwell, staring back at it with apprehension. Zenitsu looked close to passing out, with his wheezing, intense sweating and paling skin. Inosuke, being Inosuke, didn't look particularly bothered at all. If it wasn't for the deep movement of his shoulders and chest, it was hard to tell that he'd ran up a pretty big number of stairs away from something. In fact, he looked more like he wanted to run towards it rather than away, but was being held back by Tanjirou. The latter had a hand on the hilt of his sword, eyes never taken off the dark doorway.

Wait, wasn't there only three of them before? So where had the girl come from?

The farmer was about to debate where this child- a demon nonetheless- had appeared from, before a familiar figure finally emerged. His eyes were wide as usual, matching his grin perfectly. He didn't look surprised in the slightest when he saw the owner of the house in the room, but him glancing over at her prompted everyone else to.

Zenitsu wailed as he flew over to her like a bullet, clinging onto her sleeve when he reached her, babbling about the scary demon with wild hand gestures. His voice was shriller than usual, panicked and rushed, but it became even more incoherent at the slightest move from Sanemi. In fact, when Sanemi took exactly one step onto the carpet, he screeched, knees failing him. At this point, if the demon even breathed in his general direction then he'd probably faint. Not that it'd be an inherently bad thing, considering his running nose was inches away from her sleeve.

When she saw that, she whipped her arm from him with a speed that she swore she hadn't possessed in her entire life. He began to wail and cry further.

Cry more, Zenitsu. These clothes are worth more than your tears.

"So," she started, choosing to ignore the howls of misery and fear coming from beside her, instead looking at everyone else in the room. The tension was palpable, weighing down on her shoulders, "anyone want to explain to me what this is all about?"

There was no need to try and be intimidating for this woman, as the stare she gave them seemed to do it all for her. Lacking in any form of warmth or sympathy for anyone there, it flitted from person to person.

"Anyone?" She prodded further, continuing her glancing around. Whereas she'd purposefully tried to unsettle the three demon slayers the night before to try and get them to listen to her, there was nothing but cold disappointment to be found in her face, in the way she stood there with arms crossed over her chest. Then her foot began to tap upon the carpet, a dull thud forming the countdown before she really lost her temper.

Just as she flung her arms in the air, about to deal out some scathing words to not only the snoopers but Sanemi also, the latter spoke up. The grin that was spread across his face had disappeared as he bowed his head, voice low and apologetic:

"Forgive me; I overreacted when they came down to the basement."

At this, Tanjirou froze in shock. Such politeness was extremely rare for Sanemi, after all, especially with how heated he'd been at the sight of them all sneaking around in places they shouldn't be. However the farmer simply hummed, fiery anger dampened for the time being.

"It's alright, Sanemi," the usual calm mirth leaked into her voice then, eyes softening a tad, "lift your head."

He did so immediately. If he wasn't so casual about it all, as if it were normal, then perhaps it would've been a little funny to Zenitsu. But that wasn't the case, and the glare he received for showing the slightest hint of amusement was enough to wipe it from him completely.

"And why were you in the basement?" This tender tone seeped from her words instantly, the lenience from her eyes doing the same, when she turned upon her guests. Any trace of a smile tugging at her lips only seemed to turn them downwards now. Right now, it was clear that she would have nothing but the truth from them, and was intent on not having to wait for it.

At such an attitude towards them, they flinched away a bit. The way her demeanour changed instantly was definitely unnerving, even if they'd seen a hint of it the night before. As Zenitsu turned to whisper something to Tanjirou, she cleared her throat disapprovingly. And like a kicked puppy, he whined and relented.

It wasn't even a moment later that Tanjirou lowered himself to his knees, bowing his head to the floor and beginning to shout: "We're very sorry! We believed there was a demon in the house and took it upon ourselves to investigate!"

Zenitsu, ever the bootlicker, followed his lead immediately, though with more honeyed words: "We thought that they were out to hurt you! Please forgive us!"

"There's..." she was caught-off guard by the instant honesty, having not expected this. Not to mention that having to speak between screamed apologies was quite difficult. Sanemi opened his mouth, eager to berate them for not letting her speak, but a look of disapproval from her put him off the idea. Not without sulking, though.

"There's no need to shout! Please stop shouting!" She replied, attempting to shout over them.

"We're sorry!" They responded, still shouting. In her mind there was little more to respond with than a sigh and a weary shake of the head.

Inosuke didn't move, only staring at the scene in confusion. He didn't understand why they were apologising, nor why the woman was so angry. Since he didn't understand it, he didn't copy it, nor did he say a word. Instead he only shifted in slight discomfort a couple of paces away from the scene, choosing to focus instead on the feeling of soft carpet between his toes and how he was growing to dislike it by the second. The more he thought, the more he preferred to feel the safe and familiar dirt upon his soles, longed for a floor that didn't sink beneath his weight in the slightest and didn't feel like it'd be ruined should he leap from it with all his strength as he often does.

The more uncomfortable he felt, the closer his hands itched to his blades. To the rough handles, worn down through blistering already calloused hands, that let him wield such destructive tools. Those swords which sliced through the flesh of demons like melted butter and left agony in their wake, with ridges that didn't allow the comfort of a smooth slice. This was what he found comfort in, as it was what was familiar. Simple. It didn't need thought, nor social customs to follow. Social customs that he did not understand, that no one would explain to him. That he didn't want explaining to him. All he wanted was the simplicity of battle; of killing or being killed, with the only words to be said being spoken through extreme violence.

His hands closed around the hilts, and he sprung from the carpet.

It was rare for someone to speak the language that could only be said through violence, even amongst those who practised it on a daily basis. Demon slayers often sneered at it, turning their nose up upon the way he communicated. For to them, it was the language of demons. Humans do not attack without reason. They do not fight when words could be used instead- such a thing is irrational, it is what they do not understand. And they refuse to understand it.

The two blades closed in upon the demon at incredible speeds, adrenaline spurring his arms to move quicker than the untrained eye could track. However the eye of his foe was not only highly trained but also not human, and so he tracked and blocked with such ease that he could've done it when asleep. Not only that, but even against the strength of both of Inosuke's arms, his singular sword did not even budge. There was not a tremble in his wrists, nor in the whole of his body. Not in the smile which had been brought back to his face, nor the spark of energy that had been reignited by the sudden- and unsuccessful- attack.

"How moronic are you?"

The impact was more akin to being hit by a train than a kick, sending him flying through the door panels and tumbling across the carpet. It burned, stung, with roll that Inosuke couldn't recover from. It was only upon hitting the opposite door that he stopped and was able to catch the breath that had been knocked out of his lungs. The breath came sparingly, in wheezes rather than the full breaths he craved. His breathing technique, which he had mastered a couple of years ago, suddenly was forgotten. Energy left by the spades, limbs aching when he would've leapt onto them in less than a moment's notice before; his grip, weak and temperamental, could barely grasp his swords. Yet he still rose to his feet, pride slightly wounded yet not enough to back down yet.

Sanemi's eyes didn't narrow in the slightest, but that didn't make the atmosphere around him any less intense. It screamed for Inosuke to attack, begged him to give it a shot. Invited him to lunge once more and see where he would end up, to see how many bones would still be intact by the end of it. After all, what had just happened was just a small taster of what he would be facing were he to try and set his blades upon him a second time.

Sanemi didn't give second chances.

The eye contact, which had been maintained so viciously from both sides, had been broken with a thunderous crack.

"Sanemi...!" It was the woman who had been behind him, palm still in the air above his now-lowered head and visibly seething. The aforementioned palm was shaking, though one glance at her expression told that it was not out of fear. She glowered upon the tuft of white hair, being unable to see his face, and the look in her eyes was dark enough to kill. Not to mention how her upper lip was drawn back in an infuriated snarl, "how dare you?!"

For the first time since Sanemi had known her, she was truly angry with him.

"Who do you think you are?!" She continued, not giving him a chance to pipe up and apologise, and dismissing him when he tried, "there was no need for any of that- absolutely none! Why the hell did you kick him? He's but a boy, Sanemi!"

"I'm not a boy!" Inosuke contributed, quite miffed with being labelled as something as weak as a boy. Even if he was a bit younger than them, he wasn't a child anymore. Either way, it went ignored.

"He's a demon slayer. He should be able to handle more than a tap." He bit back at her, though held back the hostility that he would have unleashed upon another if they spoke to him that way.

"That wasn't a damned tap and you know it!" With each word she jabbed a finger harder and harder into his chest, though it hurt her finger more than him if anything, for he didn't even flinch.

He leaned down towards her then, eyes slightly narrowed now in irritation. In response, she didn't lean back an inch, standing her ground until their noses were almost touching. "Oh? Do you want me to hit him a bit harder then to prove it?"

"Do that and I'm kicking you out."

That shut him up all too quickly. However, the woman still wasn't done. Crossing her arms, she tacked on: "Now, apologise."

This baffled him, outraged him. Why should he apologise to someone when they were the ones that were so weak yet had attacked him anyway? Absolutely not- he wasn't having it.

Just before she could make him, there was a shrill croaking to be heard from outside. One which they all knew well, and none were too pleased to hear. Zenitsu even whimpered from the shock of hearing it again, silently begging it not to start speaking.

But, alas, nothing goes Zenitsu's way.

The first thing the cawing halted to speak was the name of the farmer. The said person's eyes widened in surprise at that, before narrowing again.

"We'll talk about this later," she muttered to Sanemi before striding over to the door panels opposite the ones which were now destroyed, sliding one open with more force than entirely necessary and glaring into the sky. As they'd thought, there was a black bird circling openly in the air above the small indoor garden area. It made no move to swoop down, not even if it did happen to see her staring up at it.

"A demon has been located near Tokyo! You must go there and eliminate it immediately."

Just as quickly as it had arrived, it left without another croaked word. And without a word from her, either, she shut the door with a little less force than that which she had opened it with. Instead, she only let out a small sigh before turning to face them all.

"Was that a-?" Tanjirou began, but was cut off by another, louder sigh.

"Yep, it's a Kasugai crow. Only pops in when it's delivering a message and then has the gall to steal some of my wheat as it goes!" By her evident exasperation in her voice, it was very clear that she wasn't too fond of her feathered friend.

"Wait!" It all seemed to click for Zenitsu then, "wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Does that mean-" and that was all he said before he froze, pointing at the woman who hadn't moved from her place by the window.

In return, she only lifted an eyebrow, "does that mean what, exactly?"

Sanemi, who hadn't said a word since, piped up then: "yeah, go on. Tell us- don't be shy." That said, he didn't put the slightest effort into actually trying to sound friendly, he didn't even try to filter the intimidating edge from each word, nor hide it from his eyes.

"No, it's nothing," was all that Zenitsu decided to say as he shivered uncomfortable. The rattling of his bones as he did so was almost audible, him moving to stand a couple of steps behind Tanjirou as he did so. He really did not want that gaze on him for longer than absolutely necessary.

The intimidating male pretended not to notice the scathing glare he got for that.

"To answer your question," she decided to explain, just in case it wasn't very clear to them, "I'm a demon slayer, just not that active. They usually only send me out about three times a year."

"Even once is too many," Sanemi grumbled to himself, though she heard it loud and clear.

It was as if his role was to irritate her more and more that day, she thought as she turned on him with a face so surly that she looked just about ready to bite his head off. "And what is that supposed to mean, huh?"

"Watch it," he warned in regards to her attitude. He'd usually be much more respectful when speaking to her, for all that she has done and continues to do for him, but she was very much trying his temper at this moment in in time.

"Watch what, Sanemi?" Her pitch rose with the question, stepping closer to him as her own temper flared. He did little more than stare her down with vexed eyes, saying nothing more lest he be unable to stop himself from lashing out. She waited for a moment, goading him with hand gestured before giving up, snapping a "forget it" before backing away. Later she'd probably apologise for being so aggressive with him over it all and not letting it go, but she needed to cool down before then.

That was if she was let go in order to cool down, though.

"You don't know the Corps like I do," Sanemi all but growled as he snatched her arm, grip tight to stop her from leaving. It was painful, yes, but that wasn't her focus at the moment: it was what he just said.

"Well no shit, Sanemi. I'm not, and never was, a Hashira." It was common sense if you asked her, for she wasn't as close to the leader of the organisation as he was. Not physically, and certainly not mentally. If you were summoned to the Ubuyashiki residence then you had either done something exceptionally well, or exceptionally wrong. There was no in between.

"Maybe hear me out before you start butting in."

She scoffed in response, wrenching her arm from his grip. Not her brightest moment, seeing as it caused her more pain than the grip itself, but what's done is done. Her anger, although now beginning to simmer, was still very much present, but now curiosity had arisen as well. Sanemi must have said what he said for a reason, after all, and his lack of elaboration must be due to the guests still in the room.

The guests!

"I'm very sorry for all of this!" Was her first priority to them, followed by a "please forgive me." This was all said whilst bowing very deeply, so deeply that her spine was crying out for merciful reprieve that she wouldn't grant until she was forgiven. Which was fortunately very quickly, mainly by Tanjirou.

When she thanked him, she realised that she'd essentially forgotten about the girl beside him. It was undeniable that she was a demon, but it was just as undeniable that she was somehow different from the demons that she'd previously encountered. There was no hostility to be found in those eyes, only gentle oceans of the softest pink she'd seen. It was truly sad to behold her, for she was definitely still a child. To acknowledge that was also to acknowledge that she must have lost so much at such a young age, that she must have had so many years of innocence snatched from her.

She had thought life had been cruel to her, but just one look at the girl seemed to bring her whole world into perspective. Life could be so much more horrible than it had been to her.

Though her head was in the clouds, she still spotted the small gash that she must've gained from a tussle with Sanemi, as it was only just beginning to heal. She would've let this fuel her anger with him more had she not felt so sorry for her already. And so she approached her, albeit with slight hesitance. Tanjirou tensed noticeably, but she paid him no mind. This girl was clearly important to him, and she'd probably react even worse had she been in his shoes.

She stooped down a little to reach the girl's height, looking into those large, kind eyes with a smile upon her face. "Let's go, I'll help you patch up that wound a bit."

What she didn't expect was such a wide smile to be returned by the small brunette, and especially not the large hug engulfing her that came with it. It was a nice hug, one that she hadn't experienced in a long time. There was no tension after the initial shock of it all, even with those talons of hers, and she was quite surprised with herself in how quickly she reciprocated the gesture. Yes, it was a long time since she'd held someone like this, or been held like this. A long time since she'd let someone so close, especially without the aggression which she usually returned with.

Perhaps the most surprising of all were the tears that had began running down her face.

It took her aback at how liberating it felt to cry for once, to be able to release all of the negativity in such an ugly and unattractive form. To feel the anger, the sadness, the pressures and worries that had continued to pile upon her relentlessly just begin to roll away down her cheeks and onto the carpet. She was thankful to the girl for this, the girl whose name she didn't know, who hadn't said a word to her (though she was unable to due to the gag) but had allowed her tired heart some reprieve.

The world didn't deserve someone like her.

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"I'm fine." This was the fifth time she'd had to reassure Sanemi in the past ten minutes. She was flattered and quite happy that he seemed to care so much, but it was beginning to get on her nerves.

His eyes softened, a sight that very few ever bore witness to. One that very few would ever see. "Well, you know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Yes, Sanemi," a breathless laugh followed, for they'd been through this multiple times in the same timeframe as well, "I know."

Sanemi only shrugged, "just letting you know."

There was silence for a bit. The comfortable kind, the one that one could fall asleep very easily in with no worries in the world. A silence that only had room for chirping crickets and hooting owls, accompanied by the odd rustle of plants in a sudden gust of wind.

Tokyo was quite a bit away. Several days of solid walking, in fact. Without a horse to take with her, it would take her at least a week to complete her mission and get back, and that was if she immediately completed her mission with no troubles and started walking back again with no breaks whatsoever.

"Sanemi?" Her voice was but a whisper on the wind, fragile and unsure. But his ears missed nothing, catching onto the faintest traces of every word she said with the utmost importance.

He hummed in acknowledgement. Words didn't come when they weren't necessary and when Sanemi wasn't particularly in the mood. It was somewhat challenging to get used to at first, but she wasn't overly bothered by it.

"Thank you."

Those eyes of his widened once more, somehow wider than usual as he glanced over to her. However her gaze wasn't upon him, nor his wine-coloured irises that held a tint of astonishment in them. They were upon the night sky, staring upwards towards the countless stars that littered the faraway abyss, a hint of a smile upon her face. He didn't spare a glance upon the sky, too focused on her face than on any bright balls of fire millions of lightyears away.

It took a while, but the words finally came to him, and they were sent out the minute that they arrived: "For what?"

That question was what it took for her to make eye contact with him, turning her head towards him at a slight angle. Her smile broadened, her usual expression of amusement lingering on her face and draining into her voice, "what do you mean 'for what?'? I'd probably be dead ten times over if it wasn't for you."

"I wouldn't go that far."

Then she cackled, loud and unashamed in the night air. To him, it was loud and bright enough to fill the universe, yet it didn't stop the cicadas chirping, nor the beating of wings in the sky of migrating birds. "Hey, there's no need to be humble! It's so unlike you!"

Now that was a backhanded compliment that he wasn't expecting, but it was easy to tell that she didn't mean it in a cruel way. It was quite flattering to him that she was able to laugh and joke around so much with him, considering that interacting with him was akin to walking on eggshells for others.

He found himself smiling as well, a sight that even she pointed out didn't show up that often, cracking yet another of her jokes which she found so funny.

Just when silence had crept in again, he decided that now was a better time than ever to ruin the mood that she'd so joyously created.

"I don't want you to go tomorrow, you know?"

"I do." Was her simple response. She didn't need words for him to know that she'd be going anyway, though it didn't make it any less frustrating for him.

"I'll go with y-"

"You most certainly will not!" The strictness in her voice was all for show, but she meant what she said: "The animals need feeding and the crops need tending to. Who else will do that if you come with me, Sanemi?"

"I can't go out in the day anyway."

"That doesn't matter!" Once again, her hands began to move in elaborate gestures to further emphasise what she said, "the animals will make do with only being tended to at night for a bit and the crops can also be done at night, too."

He responded with disapproving silence, so she reluctantly decided to use her trump card.

"I can't trust anyone else but you, Sanemi."

Wait what?

"You heard me." She was smug saying that, all too aware of his shock from such a declaration, "and to sweeten the deal even more, I'll make some ohagi for you when I get back!"

His unimpressed expression at that last piece said it all about her ohagi-making skills. That being that they were... nonexistent, to say the least.

At the sight of that, she crossed her arms and tutted, "you really do drive a hard bargain, don't you?" No response but that of a raised eyebrow, "fine! I'll rush through work when I get back so I can spend even more time with you. How about that?"

That was tempting, he had to admit. Too tempting for him to even attempt denying. So, with a sigh, he relented.

"Don't worry, I'll be back as soon as possible!" A grin had spread upon her face, and he found it almost worth it to let her go on her mission just from the sight of it.

A hand cupped the side of her face furthest away from him, coaxing it onto his shoulder and for her to lean against him. She did so with no struggle, that huge grin morphing into a calm and content smile.

Seeing as he couldn't see her face at that angle, he redirected his gaze towards the sky. It was perfect timing for him, as a star shot through the darkness of the night sky, a bright streak following it before disappearing without a trace. As tradition would have it, he made a wish. It was a selfish wish, one which he could not bring himself to share to anyone.

He wished that she could stay by his side forever, that a moment such as this could extend to last a lifetime.

#yandere x reader #yandere kny #yandere kny x reader #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere #x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny #kny x reader

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make reader fall in love with someone else in karasuno so they broke up with nishinoya

1.2k I been wanting to write angst so this really hit 🤧🤧 also happy late bday to Tanaka!!

Seeing you giggling with Tanaka was like a shot to the heart. You were there from the beginning. Nishinoya and you were third years now and you’d met on the first day of high school when he came in late and the only seat left open was the one behind you. He remembered the deadpan look you gave him, “you're tardy on the first day, wait to get on sensei’s bad side quick...I’m (y/n) (l/n) by the way.” Maybe it was the magic of such a pretty person being the first to talk to him on the first day of high school but he was immediately inclined to hold onto you. And he did. He'd invited you to his volleyball practices and matches and made it a point to get you invested in the sport and since then you had cheered for Karasuno in all their matches, even if you were the only Karasuno cheerleader and Aoba Johsai across the gym had an army of supporters. Apart from the day he swore he would marry you, he’d thought he’d never feel happier than the day he blurted, “were dating after all!” after he gave you his lunch when you had forgotten yours and you froze for a second before taking his hands into yours, “yeah, we are huh.”

He couldn’t help but feel betrayed. Noya really thought you were just as fond of him as he was of you from the start. Even his teammates couldn’t deny how cohesive the two of you were and how in love you were with each other. You’d gone to his house everyday after only knowing him for only a month to play volleyball with him or bake pastries for no reason other than to play with frosting and compete to see who could beat the eggs to a pulp faster. You’d spent nights over at his house and him at yours and the awkward romantic tension had completely dissipated. It genuinely felt like the two of you were already living together, he could see you living with him forever in a small town or a city, anywhere as long as it was with you.

But there you were, giving Tanaka a look you’d never given Noya. That starry look of undeniable admiration and tears brimming on the bank of your eyes as you stuttered almost incoherently that love confession he’d fantasized being professed at him when you graduated him and you had to temporally part ways. But there you were, projecting his fantasy on somebody else, what made it worse was it was one of his closest friends. He’d wondered if it had always been this way, if you were with him but you’d been thinking of Tanaka.

You were Noya’s everything and he made it clear that he always wanted to be around you, your mere presence was everything to him. He always sat really close and playfully wrestled with you or locked arms with you while walking to the next class. He’d made playlists for you and sent you memes when you were apart because any communication with you made him feel whole. You knew he loved you and he thought you loved him, but seeing you staring at Tanaka so longingly proved otherwise. He couldn’t force you to love him but he’d poured his all out to you these past three years and crossed every crossable limb that the love would never fade.

I guess that was never enough

Up to this point, he really believed you reciprocated his feelings but no. Instead you loved his best friend that you’d spent not even a quarter with of the time you’d spent with Noya.

What was it all for? He was speechless for the first time, standing there wondering when you began to stray from him. He hadn't noticed until now and it was heart wrenching. Noya couldn’t be mad at you, he loved you too much to ever be genuinely angry with you.

But when Tanaka’s eyes glanced at him in concern for just under a millisecond, Noya couldn’t contain himself. All his confused frustration suddenly had a target. Tanaka was to blame.

“Hey, Ryu! Back off will you, (y/n) is my s/o!” His footsteps were heavy on the newly waxed gym floor.

Tanaka did not know what to say, the whole situation was unprompted in his eyes. He’d never guessed that you liked him. He thought Noya was your world and you were his but now it was obvious that only the latter was true.

“Yuu…” your voice was low and laced with uncomfortable remorse. “Practice doesn't start for another hour…”

He was baffled, were you surprised he was here? Had he not proved to you for three years that he’d always be by your side? Were you planning on cheating on him in secret by confessing to Tanaka without him knowing?

“What do you mean? I always meet you after school. We get ice cream and hang out til practice starts. What are you doing with Tanaka?” Noya had witnessed your entire confession but he wasn’t prepared to accept you would deceive him so heartlessly. He needed your explanation.

Your mouth was shut into a tight frown, it made you shudder to admit it, “Yu...I- lately I’ve been feeling weird about our relationship…”

Tanaka mumbled something about seeing you later but you took ahold of his jacket sleeve, “I think you should stay, I don't want you two to hate each other over me.” Noya gritted his teeth, seething curse words under his breath. He waited for your explanation with a weight above his head.

“I really did love you, Yu… and this sounds awful but Tanaka had an appeal you don’t have-”

“(Y/n) I can do it, I’ll do whatever you want me to. I love you!”

“Please let me finish,” your voice was coarse, you knew it would be difficult when you eventually broke up with him but his unrelenting loyalty made it all that much harder. “You’re the most fun person I’ve ever been with and you’re undeniably my best friend. I love you.” If only that confession wasn’t so backhanded, Noya knew what was coming, “but you’re just not what I’m looking for...I’ve changed as a person since we started high school and so has my taste, I hope you understand. If you hate me, I get it. If you don’t want to see me again, I get that too.”

“You’re wrong,” His hand curled into a fist, his hands digging into his palm in an attempt to channel his heartache but the tears came out in waterfalls anyway. “I love you and I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you. I would do anything for you even if that means seeing you leave me for Ryu…”

“This really sucks…” Tanaka sighed, feeling out of place.

The three of you stood there wordlessly, the two most rambunctious boys of the time in complete silence. And it was because of you.

You’d never seen Noya so dejected. It was truly unfortunate that your last year had to finish so dismally with him. You’d made plans with him to visit each other during college and live together after you finished all of school and even explored possibly settling down together but those ruminations were nothing now. Nishinoya would be plagued by the false prospect of your future together and you by the guilt of hurting a boy that loved you so dearly.

#nishi is literally everything everyone wants #complete man #haikyuu!! x reader #nishinoya yuu x reader #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yuu #haikyuu!!#reader insert #my writes #my writing #haikyuu imagines #drabble #request #angst #tanaka ryuunosuke #tanaka x reader

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