#would you cheer for me as i accomplish another step of my dream. i would cheer for you. id be th loudest motherfucker in that stadium.

[trainingdummyrabbit]

me trying to confess my undying affection to someone: Would You Go On A Pokemon Journey With Me......... Theoretically

[yoisami]

🗨️ you’ve received a letter from saki!

dear reader,

has 2023 treated you well? have you been well? did you enjoy christmas with your family and friends, and are you holding any celebrations for the end of another year?

i hope that you have felt endless amounts of joy during this time, laughed at both dumb and witty jokes, and filled your stomach with delicious food. i hope that your families are doing well and are smiling lots, and that your friends are also having the best times of their lives.

i’m sure that this year has been different for all of us. for some of us, it may have been the beginning of a new chapter, and for some of us, it may have been the end of an era. or maybe your 2023 was something in between, or both. for those of you who started something new this year, i hope that you find yourselves in a comfortable and safe position in this new place. and for those of you who have ended a chapter, i hope you’ve made thousands of memories that your heart will forever hold. i understand that goodbyes are tough—i’ve only ever been good at saying ‘hello’, and my ‘bye’s have always been a little bit tearful—but remember, after every goodbye, there’s always a ‘hello’ will follow shortly after.

this year, we’ve all grown. whether it be physical growth, mental growth, or emotional growth—we’ve all grown. if you don’t believe me, think about all the experiences you’ve been through this year. experiences change you, especially tough ones, because they force you to adapt to certain situations for the better. 2023, for me, was filled with a bit of everything. i’ve mastered cooking this chinese dish, finally memorised the lyrics to a korean song, and learnt that i must respect myself in every relationship i find myself in—platonic and romantic. you too, would have learnt a few things this year also. appreciate all these lessons you’ve learnt this year, and i hope that you carry them with you for the rest of your life, so that maybe, you can share with others what you’ve learnt in the future.

but sometimes it’s difficult to perceive negative experiences as something positive. perhaps this year, you’ve been hurt by someone dear to you, experienced a loss that you never thought you would lose, or “disappointed” yourself in some way. in those situations, it’s hard to keep a smile on your face, and it’s hard to appreciate the better things in life when you’re in the middle of an obstacle, but you are so strong, and i am so so proud of you. you are an individual capable of so many things in life, and i am always rooting for you with every bit of my heart. every little achievement you make—whether it’s winning an award, being able to look at yourself in the mirror without any feelings of dissatisfaction, or being able to stay productive for five hours, i am here cheering for you for every little accomplishment you make.

next year, in 2024, we will continue to grow too. personally, i want to become a better writer who can communicate her ideas fluidly, and be able to continue to share my hobby with you. i hope that we can all achieve our goals and dreams, and if not, i hope that we can at least walk a few steps closer to where we want to be. maybe it’l take some time, but we’ll get there.

i’ve hoped for a lot of things already, but i am wishing us all a happy and healthy 2024. may your year be filled with wide smiles and hearty laughs, and that it will shine brighter than any sparkler. thank you for all the love i’ve received here on tumblr, and i’ll make sure to continue giving you all even more love next year.

i lowkey blabbered, so if you read ’til the end, i love you <3

[scarletwinterxx]

End to Start - Bonus Chapter

hello! so this one is another request/epilogue/bonus for one of the series I did. You can check it out here: End to Start

if you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌

I was wondering if you can do an epilogue about it 👀 maybe when jae and mc finally have the big wedding, move into a bigger space and soon after have a kid 😭

For my other works you can check them out here, and for my other story series’ you can check them out here.

All works are copyrighted ©scarletwinterxx 2022 . Do not repost, re-write without the permission of author.

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"Hey can you pass me the salt?" Jaehyun said, holding his hand out expecting you to hand him the salt. A few seconds passed, surely it wouldn't be hard to hand him the salt since it's just right beside you.

Wondering what was taking you so long, he looks over at you only to see you already looking at him with this goofy grin on your face.

Instantly he mirrors your smile, internally gushing how cute you looked. If only there was an award for being the most smitten husband, Jaehyun's sure he'd have that award in the bag.

"What's with that look?" he asks you, a smirk on his lips. Loving how smitten you looked, nothing but love in your eyes. Love he knows is only for him and him only.

"Nothing, you just look hot right now" you tell him, getting the salt from the spice rack before passing it over to him. Pursing your lips as if to stop yourself from spilling the secret to him too early.

"I'm just cooking here peacefully and you're over there thirsting over me" he tells you, playfully pinching you on the side earning a yelp from you. When he stopped with his attacks, you stand on your tiptoe, hugging him sideways.

Jaehyun looks over you, rubbing his nose against yours before you close the gap between your lips. Loving the flavor of his chapstick, your favorite one. Jaehyun being the good husband, remembering that time he kissed you and you mentioned to him how you liked that flavor of chapstick so of course Jaehyun stocked up on that specific one.

You smile against his lips, kissing him for a few more seconds before stepping away.

"I say it's a good bargain, I'll go set up the table" you give him one more smooch before walking away. Jaehyun lets out a laugh, loving every domestic second of this life he shares with you. It's been a few years since the small intimate wedding, the two of you settled well.

You love your job and managing your now few shops, yes you have since then expanded your business. Some people would think marrying Jung Jaehyun made that possible but really it was all you, and Jaehyun's so proud of you for accomplishing all of that. He would never claim the success you earned by yourself, he's glad to be standing beside you cheering you on while you make your dreams into reality.

The best part of your day though would probably coming home to him. He's a busy man, managing his family's business, taking trips overseas and the extra long meetings but even then Jaehyun never made you feel like you weren't top of his priority list. When you asked him if it's okay to finally have that big wedding Johnny has been bugging you about (yes, he never gave it a rest) Jaehyun all but proposed to you again.

"So, everything's set for the wedding right? We didn't forget anything?" Jaehyun ask, stepping out of the bathroom after his shower to find you looking through the wedding planner notebook

"Nope, everything's all set. All you have to do is show up and say I do" you playfully answered, beckoning for him to come to you.

Like you had control over his body, Jaehyun steps towards you. Leaning down to capture your lips against his. He feels your arm go around his shoulder, pulling him down on the bed along with you. Careful not to crush you under him, he continues on kissing you like it was his only purposes in life.

When the two of you broke apart you had this smile on your face, "I have a secret to tell you" you whisper even though it's just the two of you

"Do tell, Mrs. Jung"

"Promise first it'll be our little secret for now" you say, holding out your pinkie for him to take. Jaehyun chuckles before linking his pinkie with yours. Kissing you on the nose, eliciting a giggle from you.

"I'm pregnant"

It felt like time stopped when he heard you say those words. You wait for him to say something, afraid he was mad because of the news you just told him but then he was off you, tugging you along with him.

"Say that again" he asks you, holding you an arms length away

"I'm pregnant" you mumble, about to burst out in tears then suddenly but gently he engulfs you in a hug. Kissing every surface of your skin he comes in contact with.

Jaehyun is over the moon.

He's going to be a dad, you're going to a mom. The you of you are going to be parents.

"Are you sure? How do you feel? Are you and the baby okay?" he asks

You laugh at his reaction, hugging him again. "Yes, I'm sure. I took like 20 tests. They're all in the guest bathroom cabinet. I feel okay now, but remember when I got sick last last week and I thought it was just a bad flu well turns out it wasn't. It's actually your kid causing it" you joke

"We're going to have a kid?"

You can't help but melt over your husband's words. He looks so excited and happy it's making you even more excited for this next chapter of your lives.

"Yes" you tell him and Jaehyun swears he just fell in love with you even more.

After that, Jaehyun demanded yes demanded cuddling time with you. So now the of you are in bed just talking about all random things to do in the future with your kid.

"Wait, so how long have you known?" he asks

"Two days, I was going to tell you before the wedding as a gift but I didn't want to freak you out too much so"

Jaehyun nuzzles his face on your neck as you explain to him how you found out. It still feels surreal you created another human being together, just thinking about you carrying his child gets him so excited for the future.

"Should we move?"

You haven't thought about that but now that he mentions it, it seems like a good idea. The penthouse has been your home since the two of you got married, since it was just the two of you the place has been more than enough.

"Should we? Is it a good time thought?" you ask back

"After the wedding we don't have anything to do, if it isn't too much trouble for you then I say why not. We'll need the extra space for the babies"

"You mean baby?"

"Babies, I'm preparing for the future" that earned him a playful punch.

"I haven't even given birth to this one and you're already planning the next one?"

"Baby, I'm willing to be the father of however many kids you want to carry. It will always be up to you, I'll just be here to hold your hand and give you everything you need"

"Even when I crave something so random and hard to find?" you ask him, Jaehyun looks back at you. Staring you directly in the eyes, communicating the words he isn't sure how to say. Just like just how much he's willing to do for you, if and when you ask him he'd go to the ends of the Earth if that's what you desire for him to do.

"Even then, love. Don't worry about wanting to anything. just say it and I'll get it for you okay?"

Kissing him again, there's really one thing you crave the most. Him.

"Just you"

[currenthyperfixationcherik]

A little deviation

I recently tried to retake my writing rhythm, so I came up with this little scene for an alternate meeting.

His footsteps barely echoed as Erik stepped onto the streets of New York, the first-night lights illuminating the streets as the stars adorned the sky. He already had his goal in mind for years. Since his days in the concentration camps, he had fantasized about doing what he had been able to accomplish in the last few days: to kill all those bastards. Now, however, being so close to finishing Shaw, he decided to wait a few more days to carry out his revenge. Did he want to see Shaw dead? Absolutely, but this particular night, more than violence, he needed a drink.

Walking around the city, he noticed plenty of places to get what he wanted, however, the atmosphere was not his cup of tea. He didn't feel like going into any crummy bar where it was easier to get into a fight than to finish his beer. The night wore on as Erik made his way deeper into the district crawling with drunken students. It was hard to believe that people like these were the ones studying to be the future of their country.

Erik was about to give up on his quest when he heard an unusual cheering in the distance. The noise was coming from a random establishment, also filled with young up-and-comers thirsting for alcohol and bad decisions. As he curiously wandered deeper into the place, the scene didn't change. Students trying not to throw up on the chairs, a couple fighting in the corner, someone sober looking after their friends, and there were even people doing homework in there. The dream.

Without noticing, he sighed gloomily.

Sometimes, in his nightly contemplations, Erik didn't avoid wondering what his life would have been like if he had grown up somewhere else. Would he have gone to school? What kind of student would he have been? What kind of person would he have become?

Maybe he could be one of these young people, free and happy, relaxing in a bar with a bunch of strangers united by the joy of alcohol. A young man like the guy at the center of the bar, a guy who stole the glances of everyone around him as he drank from a very long and peculiar glass. "Xavier has always known how to liven up a party." said someone standing near Erik. "No one would suspect a brainiac like him to be so wild." The mutant looked around, then at the man, and ordered a beer.

As soon as he received his drink, he turned to look back at Xavier, who was taking the last swig from the yard. As he finished, the audience was gleefully celebrating his stunt. "Excellent skills, Xavier" thought Erik mockingly as he smiled. "Thanks, it's not the only thing I know how to do." Right behind him stood the man with the yard. "Charles Xavier." He said as he extended his hand towards Erik, who without much thought, reciprocated the greeting. "Erik Lehnsherr, how did you do that?" The young man smiled at him, "It's not as hard as it looks, it's a matter of breathing and-" Erik interrupted him, "Not that, answering me something I had only thought of." Charles stared at him. "I have my secrets and my talents, for example, another one of my talents is knowing that you have a variation on chromosome 19, most likely the EYCL1 gene, a mutation." Erik froze at that word. Charles noticed that the man had tensed, then continued speaking to explain. "Nothing to be afraid of, I just want to say that you have the most interesting green eyes I've seen." Erik relaxed his posture and decided to take the conversation away from the mutations. "Funny and smart, the girls on your faculty must be drooling over you." Charles laughed as he ordered a beer. "Guys too." Erik just gave him an impressed look.

Charles took a swig of his beer and walked over to Erik. "Exchange folks are my thing, you know?" Erik looked back at him. There was something about his blatant way of flirting that was really working for him. It was either that, or Erik had already spent too much time away from that kind of contact. "A passionate lover of foreign tongues?" the young man smiled at him and leaned close to his ear. "And of their sheets too." Erik was able to get a closer look at Charles' features, from his mesmerizing blue eyes to his wet pink lips. "It's my first day here, still no sheets you want to examine."

Without another word, Charles took Erik by the hand and led him to the on-site restrooms. Erik gladly followed him, he had already decided to have fun tonight, so why not take advantage of it? "Don't worry about a place, you can come with me." The young man said and immediately pulled Erik into an urgent and passionate kiss. Erik reciprocated immediately as he walked, guiding Charles towards the wall. Their lips moved in sync as Charles wrapped his arms around Erik's neck. Erik, not wanting to be left behind with enthusiasm or desire, bit the young man's lips, causing Charles to moan softly.

They were both so focused on the kiss that they didn't hear when someone entered the bathroom. The man gasped and made them both turn around. At the same time Charles decided to use his mutation to make the man forget the scene, Erik closed the metal door using his own. Charles' gaze locked on Erik. "How did you do that?" At that moment Erik broke away from Charles. It was a bad idea for more people to know about him and what he was, especially people as bold and talkative as Charles. "You didn't see anything. I'd better get out of here." As he turned around, he felt a slight, almost imperceptible tingle rise in the back of his neck and spread to the rest of his head. "Don't leave, Erik."

"You too?" he asked the young man, who would not release Erik from his mental presence. Charles nodded. "Telepath since I was nine, I thought I'd gone mad. You?" at the question, he leaned his head back against the cold metal door. "Metallokinesis, I was a worthless lab rat." Silence enveloped them both for seconds that went on forever. That is, at least until Charles spoke again. "The offer to come with me still stands, my sister and I have space available at home." Erik bit his lip. "If you're a telepath, you must already know what I came for." Charles opted to reach over and touch Erik's shoulder. "I know, but consider my offer."

"I will." Immediately, Erik left the place.

The surprise for both of them was that the next day they would meet again, Erik trying to kill Shaw, and Charles trying to save Erik from drowning.

[leftonread247]

OKAY OKAY!!! a request and modern au! where Remus Lupin watches his girl graduate and gets her associates degree. he is so proud of her and it’s completely fluff. Maybe he stands up in the crowds and cheers her on and then when he meets her at the end he picks her up and spins her around. I’m front of all her friends too and they’re surprised or something!! Love you <3

𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑦 | 𝑅．𝐿 🌸

pov: fem reader x remus lupin. set in England, modern/no magic au 363 words No triggers [let me know if you find any!

Today was the day you’d dreamed about since you first stepped through the door of your university. Today your associates degree would be placed in your hands as your loved ones cheered you on from the crowd, watching you with pride. And while you were happy you had so many loved ones to share this special day with, there was one particular man who you couldn’t wait to see in the crowd. A man who went by the name moony due to an unusual moon shaped birthmark.

Remus hadn’t chosen to go to uni like you, instead he’d decided to open his own bookstore in the town centre and it was doing pretty well. But rather than boasting his own accomplishments, you’d caught him numerous times discussing yours loudly and proudly to anyone who could hear. “My girlfriend is studying journalism” he would say to anyone in his immediate vicinity. “I’m the reader in the relationship but she’s the writer!” He’d boast. It was rather adorable how much he loved to talk about you.

You were nervous as your time to walk across the stage approached and you craved the presences of the tall, Sandy haired man. You were so used to having him hold your hand at every step that your fingers flexed at the loss of contact. But soon enough your name was called and you were walking across the stage.

Much to the mortification of everyone but you, your loved ones were by far making the most noise as you received your scroll, shaking the deans hand with a smile. You glanced over to see remus, pinky fingers in his mouth, whistling as loud as he could to cheer you on as your dad whooped and your mum laughed at the men in your life. Your heart swelled with love and you were comforted by their display of pride rather than feeling embarrassed where most would.

At the end of the ceremony, you rushed over to where your parents and Remus were waiting. You hugged your parents who mumbled something about dinner plans before your boyfriend took your hand “these are for you” he said softly, handing you a bouquet of your favourite flowers. “I have another gift for you but I’d like to give it you later” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pondered the gorgeous necklace he’d bought you, sat in his pocket.

You leaned up on your tiptoes despite being in heels, and kissed his cheek. “Thank you” you said softly, a blush on your cheeks. “I love you” she smiled at him. Those were three words you’d never said in a romantic way to anyone until you’d met Remus and now they belonged only to him and always will. He passed the flowers you were holding to your parents before he picked you up, spinning you around. And as he slowly lowered you back to the ground, when he looked back at you with nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes and said “ I love you and I am so proud of you.” You knew that he meant it too.

Okay it’s 2am( I haven’t checked this properly, I’m v.tired but I hope you love this and it lives up to what you wanted 🥹♥️much love <3

[shanastoryteller]

Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren don’t die. Some things change.

Some things don’t.

~

Lan Xichen had told himself not to worry when he and his brother had been summoned to their uncle’s chambers just as the foreign sect’s children were arrive in Cloud Recesses. Looking at him now, he’s wondering if that was a mistake. Uncle looks moments away from pinching the bridge of his nose to stave off a headache.

“I didn’t tell you earlier because I thought there was a decent chance that he wouldn’t even show up,” he sighs. “But I just received word that he’s passed through the gate. Wei Wuxian is going to be joining the guest disciples.”

It’s unusual for a rogue cultivator to be invited, but not unheard of, especially considering the friendship between Uncle and Cangse Sanren that he’s almost certain actually exists and isn’t just rumors. “Do you foresee a problem? He’s a very accomplished cultivator.”

Despite being Wangji’s age and not being allied with any sect, Wei Wuxian had made quite a name for himself. He learned to cultivate under his parent’s tutelage, had been a guest disciple of the Jiangs, traveled for several years with the famous rogue cultivators Xiao Xingchan and Song Lan, and there were rumors that he’d even somehow snuck up to Baoshan Sanren’s mountain and convinced her take him on as a pupil, although Lan Xichen thought that had to be a just rumor.

While that was all impressive, what truly distinguished him had only happened last year. Yiling had come under near constant attacks from fierce corpses and resentful energy that most cultivators had refused to deal with.

Wei Wuxian had walked into the Burial Mounds, which of course was certain death. Three months later he’s walked out, somehow still alive and only slightly worse for wear and now wearing a flute alongside his sword. He’d gathered his parents, Xiao Xingchen, and Song Lan and they’d erected a barrier of glittering resentful energy around the base of the mountain, containing all the miserable and frightful things that had plagued the area of the Yiling. It harnessed the natural resentful of the energy of the mountain and channeled it through several complicated talismans and arrays.

Copies had been sent to the heads of every sect so to avoid rumors of demonic cultivation, something that reportedly had been Wei Changze’s idea. The arrays were deceptively simply, barely different than what most sects were already using. It’s just that no one had thought to use them quite like that before. Rumors credited everyone but Wei Wuxian, which surely meant he was the one truly responsible.

They called him the Yiling Patriarch and that he was still a teenager hadn’t seemed to matter much to anyone.

“Do you really think he’s here to learn?” Uncle asks, and Lan Xichen has to concede that it’s unlikely. There is little in their cultivation classes that Wei Wuxian would not be able to learn on his own or from his many mentors. “No, that little brat is working on another invention and he wants use of the library without having to go through formal channels. Little hellion. No matter what he pulls or what mischief he starts, you mustn’t get caught up in it, understand?

Even Wangji seemed taken back at Uncle’s vehemence. They hadn’t known that Uncle knew Wei Wuxian personally, but it seems he must, to be this disgruntled. “Disliking Wei Wuxian will not stop us from upholding the Lan practice of courtesy and decorum,” Wangji says.

Uncle stares. Wangji breathes like he wants to shift his weight, but doesn’t. “I never said you’d dislike him.”

Whatever either of them have to say to that is cut off by a loud, boisterous voice outside the door shouting, “UNCLE QIREN!”

Uncle grips the bridge of his nose.

The door slams open and in comes who must be Wei Wuxian, black and white robes with hints of purple along the edge and his hair bound up in purple silk ribbon much finer than anything else he’s wearing. He doesn’t bow or pause, instead crossing the room and throwing his arms around Uncle in a hug.

Lan Xichen wonders if perhaps he hit his head and this all a dream or perhaps a hallucination.

Uncle turns a shade of red he hadn’t previously known him capable of and a vein twitches in his forehead, but he doesn’t push him away. “Wei Wuxian!”

He laughs and steps back, going into a picture perfect, formal bow. “This is from my father,” then he darts forward to yank on Uncle’s beard. Wangji’s eyes have widened in horror. “And that’s from my mother!”

Uncle rubs at his chin and glares. “Who was the hug from then?”

“Me,” Wei Wuxian says shamelessly. “I missed you, Uncle Qiren! We’re going to have so much fun, aren’t we? We should go to Caiyi so I can drink Emperor’s Smile and you can yell at me for being right in ways you don’t like, that always cheers you up.”

Lan Xichen can’t be seeing what he’s seeing. Uncle’s lips are pressed into a firm, tight line, like he does when he’s trying not to smile.

“Hi!” Wei Wuxian says, very loudly and right in front them. “You must be Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji! I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“And us you,” he says, after only a half second’s hesitation.

Wei Wuxian isn’t paying attention to him, instead focused on Wangji. “Aw, don’t look so disapproving, it’s good to keep Uncle Qiren on his toes.” Wangji’s face is in fact almost perfectly neutral. Lan Xichen can’t help but be impressed, since most of the clan elders wouldn’t have been able to pick up on that. His admiration quickly turns to horror when Wei Wuxian reaches out and uses his fingers to push his brother’s lips into a facsimile of a grin. “Don’t be mad, Lan Zhan!”

Lan Xichen has to resist the urge to gape. Using his brother’s given name like that, when they’ve just met! What’s worse is Uncle doesn’t even look surprised, just resigned.

Wangji scowls and he reaches for Wei Wuxian’s wrists, but Wei Wuxian slips away, just out of his reach, still laughing. “You’re going to have to be faster than that to catch me, Lan Zhan!”

He’s then darting out the door, which he hadn’t even closed in the first place, like he actually expects the Second Jade of Lan to go chasing after him.

Wangji takes a stop forward before remembering himself and freezing.

“Wei Wuxian!” Unfamiliar voices are calling the boy’s name. They all step outside to see a crowd of guest disciples grinning and waving.

“A-Cheng!” Wei Wuxian waves back. “A-Sang!”

He runs down the steps toward them, still grinning. “No running!” Uncle barks.

“Okay, Uncle Qiren!” Without skipping a beat, Wei Wuxian tucks his sword into his best and launches himself forward, doing continuous cartwheels down the steps even quicker than he’d been running. The guest disciples are cheering, and even Lan Xichen has to admit that it’s an impressive display of strength and balance.

Technically, there is no rule against cartwheeling in Cloud Recesses.

Uncle sighs. “The problem,” he says mournfully, “is that if I make a rule just for him, he and his mother will be far too pleased with themselves, and then he’ll just put even more effort into not breaking the rules in ways that make me add more rules.”

Lan Xichen notices how Wangji hasn’t taken his eyes off Wei Wuxian and thinks that perhaps they have bigger problems, actually.

[foxtophat]

Dr. Robotnik is not looking forward to breaking in the latest in a long line of disappointing government liaisons. Stone does his best to make a good first impression.

i've been working on and off on a series of stobotnik shorts and i figured that i should probably start by posting the first one!!! the series will let me live out the chaotic dumbass energy i feel coursing through these characters

as usual, if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, commenting or giving kudos so i know you're into it! i'll be posting more at random, basically whenever the next part gets finished lol.

the story is only 2000 words long so i'll post it beneath the cut for you! i hope you enjoy :)

Few things irritate Dr. Ivo Robotnik more than having to break in his handlers. They come to him with government-issued expectations in mind, the promise of a cushy salary, and the inexplicable hope of fixing the world with his public-facing projects — and Robotnik invariably has to beat into them the grim reality of their situation. The last three agents assigned to liaise for him had crumbled under the weight of their own dreams. They'd realized, each in turn, that Robotnik was not one to be corralled by red tape and government wishes; that the lifestyle Robotnik required precluded any sociable use of that five-figure salary; and that in the end, Robotnik's heart lay not with righting societal wrongs and fixing economic catastrophes, but in the cool, sleek, impersonal battle drones that take up ninety-percent of his time.

At this point, Robotnik's getting tired of the whole song and dance, so he's going to make this next one quick.

Flanked on either side and led by three anonymous security guards, Robotnik makes his way down the hall of yet another nondescript government building, contemplating just how to get rid of this newest pain in his ass. They'll meet sometime today — ideally before Robotnik boards his government-chartered plane to Cuba — and Robotnik will out-do his own personal speed-run of destroying government property. He can make it quick. They'll be carting him away by the time he's airdropping into communist territory.

As if summoned by the thought alone, Robotnik suddenly finds the space to his left occupied by a stranger. He falls into step beside the doctor, who hadn't noticed his arrival until just now. He's a full two inches shorter than the last guy, with big brown eyes and a cheerful, bright smile, immaculately dressed in a dark suit and red tie.

"Good morning, doctor," he says, "My name is Stone."

"I know who you are," Robotnik sighs, surprise fading fast into irritation, already tired of the small talk before it's begun. "I've already read, cataloged, and filed away everything that the US government has deemed worth recording about you, Agent Stone. As well as the Canadian government, for that matter."

"Sure," Stone agrees mildly, his smile untouched by Robotnik's deepening scowl. "And I'm sure you also ran your own independent background check."

"Naturally. Would you like to know what I found out about you, Agent Stone?" Robotnik makes sure to lean in, just to rub his height in the grinning buffoon's face.

"I would love to know," Stone replies.

Robotnik huffs and leans away. "I bet you would," he sniffs.

In truth, he hadn't found out all that much. Stone, for all intents and purposes, is a boring nobody whose only achievements seem to be following orders and staying out of the way. A few family members he hasn't spoken to in years. No social media presence. No colleagues putting in a word, good or bad. Just a short, formal list of accomplishments on the field, without anything to stand out in particular. Robotnik figures they're scraping the bottom of the barrel, looking for someone to put a leash on him.

They enter the elevator at the end of the hall, squished shoulder-to-shoulder between the no-name security guards. The man leading them, a taciturn blond with a heavy brow, turns to glare momentarily at Stone as they jostle one another.

"I did my own research, too," Stone says, ignoring their company entirely. "I hope you don't mind, doctor."

"I do mind," he snaps, gesturing, "But let's hear it all the same."

"Well, they gave me lots of information to go off of," Stone demurs. "When you were born, your accomplishments at the orphanage you grew up in, your five PhDs... I noticed that you always boarded at whatever school you went to, but you always lived alone. That means there aren't any roommates for me to interrogate, and you have no known addresses since you left the orphanage. And you've been bouncing between various alphabet agencies since then, never settling anywhere. And even though you get passed back and forth whenever it's convenient, you still appear to have a spotless achievement record. That is, of course, if I disregard what I found out about your last three psych evals."

He smiles. Even has the audacity to wink. "But I don't take those very seriously, sir."

The elevator stops and the doors open. Robotnik steps forward, pleased when the four accompanying him follow without being ordered.

"Well," Robotnik growls. "That's everything but my birth chart, Stone."

Finally, Stone's relaxed facade falters, and he flicks his eyes towards the mirrored elevator wall. "I think the fact that you're a Capricorn moon explains a lot," he offers, having the good sense to seem embarrassed.

"I am this close to firing you, and we haven't even made it to the helipad yet. That is a new record, one I'm sure will fit perfectly alongside all your other disappointing talents." He scowls down at Stone, who blinks up at him curiously. "Here's what you need to know, Stone. I expect you to be the boy who is neither seen nor heard, do you understand me? I have no intention of putting up with any oversight, government or otherwise, and so your job, as of this moment, is to sit in the corner and tell the bigwigs in charge that I'm doing just hunky-dory without their continued meddling. You will have no use or relevance to me outside of that. Do I make myself clear?"

Stone nods. "Yes, of course, doctor."

"You see? Already disobeying me. Do you know who hasn't said a word to me all day, like a good subordinate? It's that guy." He points to the man leading them through the empty thirtieth-floor lobby, plucking a name for him at random. "At this point, it seems Bradley here is as good a handler as you are."

Stone's goofy little smile finally dissipates under his furrowed brow.

"I would advise against him in particular," he says.

"And why is that? What do you have against poor old Brad? He's as solid and reliable as you are. Probably more so."

"Yes, doctor, it's only — he's leading us straight into an ambush."

Nobody looks at Stone as he says it. Nobody's gait falters. Robotnik's fists clench at his sides. "Ridiculous," he grunts, vocally dismissive as he eyes the twitchy looking woman to Stone's left. "There are six marines waiting for us on the roof. An ambush there would be suicidally stupid."

"Yes," Brad agrees. "That's why the ambush is right here."

Robotnik doesn't bother waiting for the first bullet to fly before he drops to the ground, uninterested in getting shot in the face. Things happen quickly above him, as Stone kicks the left assailant's gun out of her hands before launching himself at Brad, and Robotnik endeavors to keep things speedy on his side as well.

Reaching into his pocket, he finds the shiny chrome disc he's been tinkering with lately. It had started out as a simple disarming measure before he'd gotten carried away with the alternative possibilities, but he hasn't had a chance to field test it... until now. With no time to waste, Robotnik flings the disc towards their rightmost assailant. He's unable to hide his childish glee as the disc attaches to the gun aimed right at him, propelling it and its wielder backward at near-terminal velocity. The assassin makes a funny noise as he slams into the window bank, and his impact sends a mass of tiny cracks through the tempered glass.

Brad looks over to see what happened, and Stone uses the split-second distraction to punch him twice in the throat, hard enough to send him gagging to the ground. Stone goes ahead and stomps on his head twice, too, just to ensure he won't get up again. From the blood seeping into the carpet under his face, that's not going to be an issue.

The last assassin, gun out of reach, rushes towards her yowling comrade. Robotnik can't help but shake his head and remark, "I really wouldn't do that if I were her..."

Stone openly ogles the contraption doing his job for him. "Wow," he says. He seems astonished, but Robotnik doesn't know how to take it when he breathlessly exclaims, "It looks like that hurts an awful lot."

"Why yes, Stone," he replies. "It does look rather painful. I suppose I should do something about it..."

An awful burning smell wafts their way from the wailing assailant, his hand all but crushed under the gun, which in turn rattles viciously against the window. Robotnik realizes with mild irritation that the friction is burning a hole straight through the man's hand. It's not an unwelcome side-effect, but it is unintended, and that is the unacceptable part.

Unable to help himself, Robotnik approaches to troubleshoot. It's not often that he gets such a chance, and he can't resist. The window is a fractured pane of frosted glass by now, shuddering in its anchors, but that hardly worries him. He's jumped from planes, scaled narrow precipices, and hiked mountain ranges. He's well accustomed to the ferocity of the wind at this height, and he's confident in his own abilities.

"You'd better watch your step, Stone," he comments blithely, "The air conditioning's about to come on, and I'm not sure you're ready for it."

Stone, just two paces behind him, moves to intercept the third assassin before she can even turn from her howling friend. She lets loose a few choice insults towards Robotnik's moral compass, and then Stone cracks her head against the neighboring windowpane. She drops like a pile of bricks, and Stone steps over her limp body as if he's already forgotten about her.

"I think we both ought to move back," Stone says. Or, well, he starts to — but the window gives way before he can finish, the roaring wind ripping the caution from his mouth. The glass splinters and finally, finally the silver disc finishes its job and zips off into the sky, carrying the gun with it. Another little unexpected hitch — he'll have to send one of his drones out to pick it up later.

The disastrous first run doesn't bother him. Neither does the wind, although it tries its best. No, the thing that bothers him is the way the final assassin reaches out with his formerly pinned hand, hoping to snag Robotnik's sleeve. Worse yet, he succeeds, his bloody, charred hand grabbing hold of his jacket and giving it a hard yank.

"Christ!" Robotnik hollers, going straight out the window with the rest of the bathwater. There, in front of him, is the distant horizon, and below him, the man, grinning in grim delight at his newfound company on this long, long fall.

And then, there with shards of glass scattering the sunlight like a thousand tiny disco lights, Agent Stone reaches out and grabs Robotnik by the arm. His face is a tight grimace of pain and determination, and the sight of it sends a shock through Robotnik the way no thirty-story drop could possibly manage. The groan of effort as Stone pulls him to safety almost makes the peril worth it.

With one final yank, Robotnik finds himself toppling over into the relative safety of the lobby. Stone lies beside him, his chest heaving from exertion, his perfect suit wrinkled and spattered with blood. Somebody moans weakly behind them, but the sound is drowned out as government agents flood the floor. They've probably been mobilizing up the stairwell since the word ambush. Not that they managed to do anything worthwhile — Stone had it handled before they'd even arrived.

"Alright," Robotnik says, once he's managed to catch his breath. "I... suppose that does it. You're hired."

He doesn't expect Stone's short, vaguely hysterical laugh. And, when Stone lifts a hand into the air between them, he hardly expects to shake it. And yet here he is, reaching out, their hands clasped firmly in the air for a moment before separating.

"Great," Stone gasps, grinning up at the ceiling. "Happy to be here."

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hiiiii can you do a head cannon or whatever you want about the Monster Trio making female reader feel better because her family disowned her??? if you don’t want to do all three I would prefer Luffy <333 Thanks!

Hello hello dear! I gladly did all three you for <3 I hope you enjoy and definitely send more request if you like my request box is always opened <3 Enjoy

Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji (Monster Trio) w/ Fem reader making her feel better because her family disowned her

Luffy

-Luffy is Luffy he goes will go above and beyond for his crew. Seeing you more spaced out he will ask you. “Hey ______ what’s up?”

-If you’re feeling up to talking about it he would just listen to you speak. Expressing how you always disappointed your family not being the smartest or not living up to their expectations. Refusing to marry another noble for the power and status. This came to the point where your parents disowned you for good. When they notice you helping the straw hat pirates out on the island they were livid.

-Luffy was there to witness all of it. The verbal abuse and mental abuse from your parents. This triggered something in Luffy “How could you call yourself her family! She is not just something you could pawn off to make yourself look good in society! She is a person with feelings! Today _____ is joining my crew we are her family now!” he was willing to fight anyone who talked down to you even your family.

-He vowed to help you accomplish your dreams. He inspired you with his ambitions to become king of the pirates. “As your family we will help you achieve your goals!!!”

-He would let you stretch his cheeks as a form of stress reliever. His ditzy moments will give you a good laugh making you forgot why you were even sad in the first place.

Zoro

-Zoro could feel your low vibrations when he would pass you It started when your grandmother passed you went to pay your respects and attend the funeral. Zoro was there support you in the passing of your grandmother. When you gotten to the burial your grandfather along with the rest of your family shocked to see you with the one of straw hat pirates then hearing you join them your family automatically told you were wasting your life away.

-Zoro instinctively ready to protect you. Seeing you becoming upset holding back your tears as you hear the words coming from your family you were a disgrace to their family name automatically cutting all ties with you. He steps in front of you shielding you from the harsh words.

- “you’d better think twice before making those comments to ____ while I'm here.” he said in a cold harsh tone his hand rested on one of his swords signaling them a warning to stop before he could get ruthless and not give a damn.

-He would get a bit bothered seeing you down. “oi ____ follow me.” He bonked you on the head lightly. Following him to a quiet place on the ship. “sit” he sat criss cross apple sauce on the floor. “you are going to mediate with me. You feeling like this is not good for you or anyone on the ship …” he explains the proper way of mediation the way he learned best clearing the mind and focusing on the goal you want in life. Letting go of things that don't serve you.

-It took you a while to understand but when you did you felt more at peace. Whenever you felt down you would mediate and he would join you as it was a good way of bonding with one another.

Sanji

-When your bounty came out after you joined the Straw Hats pirates your parents stopped acknowledging you as there daughter. Refusing any form of money you would send them. You even went to try to take it to them. They made it very clear to you when the last time they saw you. "we don't have a daughter anymore." the words repeating in your mind say you got back on the ship

-Sanji was aware of what went down he would try his best to cheer you up. Even if he was not talking he would just sit with you to keep you company. Silence was more of a comfort to you. Just having him there made you feel better

-Just the simple words as he placed a cup of tea in front of you "you can't control who your family is .. I know that from experience..but.. You can only pick good friends and maybe's that better than family." the held the cigarette releasing a smoke cloud. Sanji could relate to you on some level about family issues.

-The flattery he did to you always put a smile on your face the little compliments. Requesting your help in the kitchen as he put in charge of making something if your need help he would stand behind you his hands over yours guiding you how to properly whisky the ingredients in the bow without making a mess.

-if you wanted to talk it was always up for listening and giving you his advice on what to do and how to handle things differently.

[i-need-air]

Hey it's me again ❤️

I'm just gonna whisper something in your mind (is that even possible?)

Having a baby with Hybrid Katsuki.

Just that. Imagine girl. Perfection.

Ok, real talk here. Every time I see a request from you I uwu a little bit bc I know for a fact whatever you're requesting will make me get so immersed and involved and I'm gonna 💕💞AAAAAA💕💞 while writing AND [lemmecatchmybreath] it happened once again skdjdkfkf Hope you enjoy and sorry it took longer than normal~

Word count: 1.8k

× listen 🥺 I already started and I'm melting, ok?

× when he finds out you're having a smol baby together?

× he freezes and looks at you in a whole different light

× if you're getting pregnant, he will definitely smell the change in your scent and will know even before you do; he'd be instantly by your side with a bewitched expression on his face, taking your cheeks into his palms to just soak everything in yet he's shaking slightly

× and even if you adopt [hopefully a smol hybrid], something deep inside of Katsuki, burried and long forgotten surfaces

× this is the life he always wanted, he always craved even in his darker moments

× this happiness, this fulfillment, this joy

× I absolutely believe he will diligently read and learn everything about the baby to come; will educate himself like no other, deciding to be the very best father he could ever be

× his life was rough and he was stolen away from his biological family, he will now have a chance to have his own and he will not fail you or the baby

× when you hold the little bundle of sunshine in your hands, head down admiring the beauty of a new life, he will stand there, again in shock, again soaking this moment in... so beautiful, so perfect

× will he ever tell you that? of course not; angry ass wild pomeranian—

× but his face gives him away every single time and when you tilt yourself to hand him his new son or daughter, he falls in love for the second time in his life;

× he burries his nose in the soft and fragile skin of the baby's head and breathes in, his instinct kicking in to defend, protect, care, look out for...

× watch carefully because once the baby makes a noise, he'll still, unsure of what to do, but smile so softly as the baby coos in his arms securely; that right there is the best image you can have of soft Katsuki.

× the first few weeks are actually horrible, sorry to break it to everyone aksjskdj not because he doesn't know what to do or does not want to help; on the contrary, he is so incredibly attentive but he also recites the books he learned by memory at this point and it's getting absolutely infuriating;

× although understand him, please; he wants to prove he's a good dad 🥺 except you wanna smack him bc he scoffs if you suggest something he isn't sure about.

× you will find him standing by the baby's crib as it sleeps; he's just???? making sure this is not a dream????? don't question anything though

× can we hc Bakugou with a daughter too? [ already established in the Hybrid!Kiri hcs that Kiri'd have daughter bUT i just really really like beefy men with tiny daughters;;; my heartttt;;; ]

× his little angel, no discussion, no argument, his daughter can do NO WRONG!

× he's very down to earth though, don't get me wrong, he just absolutely adores spoiling her

× speaks softly into her ear, the lowest you'd hear from him

× gruff, raspy, gutural voice ofter overused to scream now low and soft as he holds her into his chest; doesn't do baby-voices or anything like that, but calls her his angel then smirks at you if you're watching;;; then starts softly complaining and bitching about you to the baby 💀 all while rubbing her back

× omfg his hand is as big as her tiny back; guys, call an ambulance, I'm—

× Katsuki would be the type of little shit to pull what I just said then grab you and glue you to his chest too; he'd look down at you both, eyes shining in such adoration he'd take your breath away just before he continues his ranting about you;

× once the baby starts being more interactive, her giggles specially the ones induced by her daddy will make him melt; absolute diminute baby with a small wiggling tail clapping her chubby hands at her dad? his eyes would widen suddently, ears snapping high in surprise and he's taken back by the emotions overtaking him

× he's gone, man; she has him wrapped around her tiny little finger and you can't do anything about it

× instantly acts all in denial if someone is around though; scoffs to hide is obvious smile, placing a palm on his mouth to further block it out and tickles her with the other, earning another fit of giggles

× please, don't tell him his whole tail is waving from side to side

× the only clear giveaway apart from his ears and it's;;; a d o r a b l e;;;

× specially when your daughter also starts wagging her tail in response whenever he does it;

× "Hey, come see what the dumbass is doing!" or "Look at what she did" while showing you a video; proud pappa 🥺

× we're bringing back Proud Bakugou bc hIS DAUGHTER iS tHe BeSt; no, seriously, his kid is the mf best in the world and he will start this presentation with—

× now sit down with me and accept this: the baby; yes, your sweet daughter; mhm, that adorable screeching angel; mhm;;; she'll talk so early it's disturbing.

× at 6 months or so she's already saying mamma, dadda, kitty, woof-woof

× seriously terrifying how sharp she is and how she cannot shut up; for the love of gOd, Katsuki, this is all your fault... it doesn't matter, he just smirks as he has another reason to brag to anyone about his child

× did that street vendor look at him funny? "I'M GONNA FUCKING TELL YOU ABOUT MY DAUGHTER—"

× super-protective of her and fucking hates with a burning passion if anyone dares to do that thing where they match up babies saying "Maybe they'll get married when they grow up"

× hands down, no filter, he just looks deep down in whoever had the audacity and says "Like fucking shit they'd deserve her."

× drag him away before he throws fists

× he will definitely if you don't drag him away and you know it, they know it, the baby knows it and cheers for pappa, the whole world knows it at this point and they're buying tickets to watch the shitshow

× chest carrier and walks around with the kid like a boss

× man has shit to do, don't even dare to judge him;

× handles fits really well, he's impressive to say at least

× she's spoiled, yes and always has new toys, coloring books, whatever she wants but the moment she throws fits, he puts his foot down

× baby would be smol angery bb all adorable in all her Bakugou genetics anger and he'd just stare, tapping his foot

× literally waits in place until she calms and looks up at him with big, round eyes, puffy red cheeks and ears lowered

× mission accomplished; he nods then picks her up;

× and you're there amazed??????

× "The fuck you lookin' at?" lil shit still has a foul mouth tho, but make him get just as pouty and embarrassed as the child in his arms by saying something cheesy like "How amazing you are as a dad 💕"

× all rainbows and unicorns until she starts repeating insults and fr tho, Katsu almost shits his pants, fearing your reaction. Will, hands down, chill out with the insults even if he meant no damage with them; he has this unreadable expression on, a mix of shame and fluster, dread too? he's sorry, ok????

× loves, loves, loves cooking for you both and once the kiddo has her own special chair to sit at the dining table together, that's when he sees it: his dream

× you, wiping some food off her cheek with a loving expression, talking about your day casually, baby giggling while she moves her face away playfully; he loves you both so much.

× has these rare moments where, at the end of the day once you're settled in bed, he'd hug you tight and thank you in his mind for... for this... all of it...

× once she starts walking they're both a disaster

× seriously, do not expect the household to be silent ever again [ well, that dream was gone long ago anyway lol ]

× "Where the fuck do you think you're goin'?"

× rapid giggle running around from place to place

× "Oh, for fucks—"

× "Katsuki." you only need to say, catching him in his insults

× 😳 ... "Kid, come back, we're goin' to the park." Skdjkdfkl

× sudden adorable tiny fast steps approach him bc they're going for walkies!

× he is very careful with her and teaches her about stranger danger; also teaches her how to growl and even if her attempt is a total failure, small rawr leaving her lips, he's like "Yes. Good job. Now give it more heart."

× he growls as an example

× she growls back, sounding like a cute lil pup 🥺💕

× as she grows up, she obviously acts more like her father yet he knows when to stop the bad behaviors and it only takes a warning growl from him to get her to cease

× yet somehow you're the strict parent at the end of the day??????? tf????????? who made the rules??????

× starts calling her brat, squirt, lil shit 💕lovingly💕

× "your child" if she did something bad

× "Your fucking child kicked the ball into the vase and broke it." Aha, nice one, Katsuki. Good job.

× not to brag but her puppy eyes don't work on him but yours do; the problem is her puppy eyes do work on you bc she's the light of your life so if she wants something; she'll puppy-eye you knowing you'll get it for her bc daddy loves you very much 💕💞

× literally evil mastermind; didn't I tell you she's sharp? pft, she's playing you both so hard

× every day he comes back from work she runs to him at the door, tail wiggling happily behind her as she stretches her arms to be picked up and he always does, without a doubt, then proceeds to kiss the top of her head

× come out to greet him too? the whole loving routine is his absolute thing and wants to see you, have you kiss his cheek; he complains but adores it soooooo much!

× you have a family night; BONDING WITH MOODY POMERANIANS. Yes, plural, and it sounds perfect~

× even if it's just one of those animated movies he hates so much, he'll watch through all of it and make sarcastic comments just to make you both laugh; will grin satisfied asf if he manages to do so bc he's the best.

× will definitely want another kid, so how about maybe a boy??? hmm???

× asks you if you're up for the idea and if you agree, he'll roll his eyes and crack his shoulders, acting so very uninterested and purely exhausted yet his smirk would give him away:

× "Knew you'd torture me with another devil"

× throw him out, istg— 💀

[henqtic]

𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲? || 𝐃.𝐌 

summary: You and your childhood friend Draco make the rash decision to runaway after the war and it changes your relationship and lives for the better.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: war, mentions of death, kissing, mentions of birth, pregnancy, parenthood, a five year old falling off of a broom (is that a warning?) Please contact me if there's more!

request: @fa-me- can you do a fix based on the song “The Story” by Conan Gray with draco? pretty fluffy if possible, i would like to not be in tears by the end of it🖐😃 

a/n- I had so much fun writing this and I did leave out some lyrics because this was supposed to be happy and not sad. Also in the song I’m pretty sure Conan and the girl were just friends but here they’re not going to be :) [lyrics are in bold]

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Now it's on to the sequel

About me and my friend

It was inevitable; the second wizarding war. The world was in the most literal way crumbling down and burning in fire, and all he was worried about was her- nothing else, just her.

Throughout their years at Hogwarts Draco and y/n had an odd relationship- if you would even call it that. They weren’t romantically involved in any way, shape or form, they were just childhood best friends that got a little too close at moments.

Whenever the question did come up of when they would put everyone out of their misery and just get together, it was answered with awkward laughter from both parties.

Both our parents were evil

Now here they were, panicking because they couldn’t find one another, because they were sixteen fighting in a war that was never meant for them, a war set up by their parents' elitist views.

No sane mother or father would've wanted this life for their child. Constantly looking over their shoulders, hoping that one of deadly curses that were flying around wouldn’t make contact with them like it had with their peers.

That young love that had been a safety net for the two teenagers through those dark times was slipping away and they desperately needed to find each other. Just to say it one time, before it was too late.

A flash of platinum blonde hair was all she needed to push through the crowd and sling herself into his arms.

“Draco I was so scared that I lost you and-” Your words were cut off by a soft pair of lips finding their way onto yours. The kiss was warm, the shared feeling of desperation pouring into it. Your hands ran through his hair trying to savor the moment before he abruptly pulled away. 

“I love you. I need you to know that before something may happen to us.” The confession came out rushed, almost un-comprehendible but then it clicked in your head, he finally said it.

His hands laid on your cheeks, eyes glued to your plump lips as you repeated the same three words back to him.

The black suit that he thought was appropriate to wear to war was still intact as he haphazardly led you both away from all the chaos into a secluded area.

If we worked and we saved

We could both run away

And we'd have a better life

“We fight on the right side and we run away.” The words of plea came as a surprise to both Draco and the disheveled girl in front of him. “We can’t just run-”

“Yes we can,” he said, cutting you off. “Aren’t you tired of living like this? We’re great students, we can find our own jobs and run away somewhere- away from this.” 

It started to make a lot more sense than it did ten seconds ago but you were still unsure about it. It was a radical idea and it probably wouldn’t work out, Merlin, he didn’t even think it would work out.

But it was worth a try right?

The wild that both families held on you was heavy and wasn’t easy to just pull away from.

“Yeah alright, we’ll run away, make a better life,” you repeated still in disbelief that you were going to go against your parents.

That’s just what you did, switch sides in the middle of the war. And fought alongside the people and magical creatures that were against Voldemort. And when it was time for you both to be called out to the other side by your parents...

y/n, Draco, come.

You didn’t. A shaky hand found its way to yours, lacing your fingers together tightly. It kept you both grounded, kept to the right side. 

And I was right

I wonder if she's alright

You ended up living in a small house in a muggle neighborhood for a while, it gave you time to breathe from the harsh stares of the wizarding world.

The judging eyes and remarks still followed when you would go to your job at the ministry, pursuing your dream in the study of magical creatures while Draco stayed home, finding a passion in Arithmancy.

The time you two had spent together as an actual couple and not as two teenagers scared of crossing an invisible line opened both of your eyes to what you were missing out on.

And even though it was pretty early, two years later Draco took the next step and got on one knee. The ceremony was inherently small, upon the agreement that only a few close friends should be of attendance. After that, you decided that it was best to try and reconnect with your families face to face and end the stalling monthly letters.

Both were glad to see you happy and healthy- for the most part- but were still upset as to why you would leave ‘without a single reason as to why.’

The birth of Scorpius Malfoy three years later had turned that house that you lived in, into a home filled with an untouchable joy.

And now you sat on a bench in the backyard, letting the June sun hit your skin, watching as your husband tried teaching a hyper five year old how to fly on his first training broom.

It was something you two argued on at first, scared that he would hurt himself- something that he was very prone to doing. But now that you saw how joyful it made them both, you hadn’t regretted the decision. The sight of wide grins glued onto their faces warmed your heart.

You realized that the experience of being away from the constant pressure of your parents had made you the absolute happiest. 

Especially witnessing Draco’s cheers of joy when Scorpious finally flew a half a mile on his own. Even if he wasn’t too far from the ground, it was still a great accomplishment.

Your hand instinctively went down to rub your enlarged stomach, another life growing and soon to be delivered in three months time. Through your eyes, your life was perfect as is. The family and the friendships that you had rekindled filled it so much.

Memories of Blaise and Daphne at your wedding reception sparked in your head. They had made a toast centered around the recalling of how you and Draco's actual first kiss was after the Yule ball when a mistletoe ‘mysteriously’ showed up. Turns out it was the antics of two fourteen year olds trying to get their friends together.

“Alright Scorp how about we take a break and you get some water? I need to talk to your mum,” Draco called out, interrupting your thoughts. The boy hurried back into the house not wanting to waste any time before they could go back and practice.

He rushed to sit next to you on the bench, a look of concern already creeping onto his face.

“Are you comfortable? Is it too hot out for you love? Or is it not hot enough?” The questions would have gone on if you hadn’t pressed your lips to his. The effect that you had over him seemingly never faded, the blush evident on his face when you pulled away.

“I’m fine darling stop worrying. I’m just really happy with the way our lives turned out,” you assured, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Even if you couldn’t see, you knew there was a clear smile on his face as he leaned down to press a kiss into your hair. “I love you and the family that we made- and are making.” His hand went over yours, the feeling of pride coursing through his veins.

You hadn’t had a chance to reciprocate the affectionate words before a loud crash sounded making you turn to the blonde in a grimace, sharing a knowing look.

ouch!

You craned your neck in an attempt to see him before Draco just shook his head and got up on his own.

“Stay there Scorp I’m coming!”

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Supporting Satoshi - an examination and comparison of JN36 and XY121

Part Two: Dragging your friends into sandstorms is also not a recommended way to treat depression but at least this one worked

So back to journeys, where Satoshi has just lost three battles in a row and a sandstorm is luring people in over in Hoenn.

Goh is immediately excited about the prospect of a pokemon hiding in the sand and goes to ask Satoshi about coming along. It's a fun note of Goh's character devlopment that his immediate wish is to go together. Goh at the start of the season would easily have abandoned Satoshi to go research on his own, but it doesn't even cross his mind for a second in this episode. Great work Goh!

Satoshi's not doing too hot. He's curled up in a corner talking to himself about how he's dropped a whole class. Goh tells him to cheer up, it was only a few battles, this does not work. Another similarity to the xy episode.

We can see more of the root of the problem here, that Satoshi fears he won't be able to live up to his dreams and that trying is fruitless. Now I know we're on the jp dub but I really wanna shout out the english, because in the english dub satoshi says "Battling (Dande)'s a dream I should get out of my head, I don't deserve it."

"I don't deserve it", like I don't think there's a clearer way to represent the issue here than this line. He doesn't "deserve" to battle Dande, he doesn't even deserve to dream about it.

Goh dismisses these ideas and drags Satoshi out to Hoenn to go find the pokemon in the sandstorm.

They get to the sandstorm, Goh's excited, Satoshi's still upset. Back to the tried and true method of "just don't be sad"! Which of course, does not work.

We can already see the similarites to Serena in Goh's actions. Both try their hardest with genuine intent to cheer up Satoshi using methods that work for them. (You can argue Serena was trying a bit harder here since Goh had alternate motives at play). However, what changes here is what they do afterwords.

The problem of dismissing someone's negitivity as not like them remains and I'm still salty about it, but at least in this senario Goh is affirming Satoshi's postivity and not getting upset with him while he's actively upset. It's marginally better but the problem remains.

But that's not why I love this episode. What matters to me is what comes next.

Despite the distraction, Satoshi's still caught up in his eariler problems. He hasn't actually resolved them, so he can't let them go yet.

The boys make their way through the sandstorm, Goh rescues some people from the sandtrap, its going alright. At least until we run into flygon. Or more specfically, until Goh asks Satoshi for his help battling Flygon.

This is Satoshi's expression when Goh asks him for help. Despite agreeing, he's clearly hesitant about this. He doesn't feel confident in his ability to battle the Flygon. He's so out of it he forgets the type match ups, and uses electric moves on a ground type, which of course are ineffective.

Satoshi continues to self loathe, berating himself for not thinking. His hat begins shading his eyes when this happens! He gets caught up in his mistakes and begins to feel as though everything is hopeless.

Now, Goh doesn't do any of the 'no don't say that, you have to believe in yourself' stuff here. Instead, he keeps battling. He instead redirects the focus back to the fight, which is sort of the more pressing issue. It's also a good way of dealing with the problem as well! Goh's actively strategizing, looking for the next step to take. By doing that he's telling ash, indirectly, not to give up yet because there are still concrete steps to take, and that things aren't hopeless!

Satoshi is still paying attention to the battle though, and picks up on Goh's strategy. Goh and Satoshi also share a glance with each other when Flygon disappears under the sand.

Messon gets beaten and recalled.

and Satoshi begins to spiral. He gets so caught up in his previous losses that he visibly flashes back to them. He panics over what's dangerous for the pokemon, and the footage flashing specifically shows Riolu's losses and it being in pain after being attacked.

Both Pikachu and Goh call out to Satoshi in concern after he falls over and doesn't get up. Satoshi's body langauge is imporant here but unfortunately image limit. He's not clentched up, his fingers are loose. even when he grits his teeth, the rest of his body language all together reads as though he's gone slack. Unfortunately, Goh's attention is pulled away by the Flygon attacking again, and the battle resumes with Rabbifoot.

Satoshi protests Goh's strategy, still afraid that battling in too close is dangerous. Goh turns to him for a moment, but has to keep his attention on Rabbifoot. This actually pulls him out of dazed body langauge, as he tense and clenches his fists when Goh starts to put himself in danger. He's concerned for Goh and Rabbifoot!

Satoshi wonders what Goh's thinking, and he's not even looking at the battle anymore. He's just staring at Goh intently.

Or at least, until Rabbifoot successfully executes the strategy, and uses the meteors as part of ember. It's a wonderfully animated sequence, and it works! Goh's proud and excited, all the pokemon jump around happily, and Satoshi just sits there dumbfounded, though visably relieved as well (eyebrows are no longer drawn together) before he begins to laugh.

But Goh's not done helping out Satoshi, and this is what sets this and the xy episode apart, this is where everything comes together.

Goh does what he does best, a big dramatic monolouge. He tells Satoshi that he learned all those tactics from Satoshi, it's the first thing he tells him before he even explains.

Goh tells Satoshi plainly that he does know how to do this, he's a good battler and he can succeed when he remembers to work with his pokemon in tandem and doesn't get caught up in things. And he tells him this right after he proves it to Satoshi's face.

Satoshi learns from examples, from doing, and Goh uses that as best he can. He gives Satoshi the example first, and then explains it later.

And the visual symbolism is incredible here because as Goh tells this to Satoshi the sky clears behind him.

I cry over this part everytime. What better way to show that Goh has helped free Satoshi from the mental fog, that his words have cleared the way for him.

And of course, Goh keeps a smile on his face the entire time.

He continues to talk about working together with his pokemon, something Satoshi was neglecting to do because of his fear of not being good enough and letting those pokemon down.

Satoshi reflects on this, adjusting his hat so it hides his eyes as he does. However, he's in control of this now, actively holding the hat in his hand, symbolizing that while he's still upset, he's in control of his emotions now!

Goh specifically kneels down to meet Satoshi at his level and speak to him directly, he puts them on equal ground.

He talks more about strategy, and then he says a line I adore.

"Battling sure is complex, isn't it, Satoshi?"

Goh doesn't like battling, we know this. We know his only interest in it is as a means to an end and because he cares about Satoshi. And he says this because he's showing Satoshi how much he's learned from him. To really drive home that he attributes everything he just accomplished to Satoshi. All that trust and skill and work! Not to mention the fact that this is a call back to what Goh said after Satoshi won the Flutes in episode seven! Incredible, truly!

And Satoshi laughs and flops over, to which Goh worries. But Satoshi is smiling again, truly smiling. He calls himself stupid, the self loathing hasn't gone away entirely, but he is smiling, and he's staring up into the sky happily. There is no shade over his eyes anymore!

He finally addresses his pokemon again, with words similar to what he said in xy, and of course his pokemon love him and lay down with him. It's really cute <3.

And thats where the episode ends! My goodness, do I adore this episode. It's beautiful and i think about it all the time.

It's about finding new and crazy strategies to win, and when talking things out or distracting him doesn't work, Goh tries a new strategy that does! If he can't use ember and win with one strategy he'll try another. can't cheer up Satoshi with one strategy? try another.

What sets them apart is that Goh keeps going and stays by Satoshi's side, where as Serena got caught up in her feelings and ran off. Goh visbly takes Satoshi's way of learning and expressing things into account, and Serena doesn't make it that far.

There's so much care and effort that Satoshi and Goh share and it means the world to me. I can't wait to see what other moments they'll share in future, and what other parallels will be drawn!

I hope you enjoyed my ramblings, Thank you so much for reading this all.

[omiscurls]

omi doesn’t like flowers

sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader fluff

 cw: the reader has a little sibling, i hope nobody minds, there’s one line of very slightly implied nsfw, you won’t even notice

meant for kiyoomi’s birthday! happy b-day to my favorite boy <3 

one of the first things you’ve learnt about your boyfriend, even before your relationship started, is that he rarely shared personal information with anyone. he’d go as far as put up a fake birthday on his social media to avoid the awkward wishes and tons of yet another gifts from fans he so didn’t like going through. apart from that, there was a lot of weird things going on with birthdays, in his opinion: for instance people automatically thinking about zodiac sign or assuming other things, insisting to have a party, (a surprise one was his biggest nightmare) and a whole lot of other stuff he found appalling.

so it was just simply easier to say his birthday is “mid november” and get on with his life as if he didn’t just straight up lie. and truth be told, many times had you heard that “oh, in summer” or “right before christmas” before you got to know the truth. it wasn’t that easy on its own, but ever since his first little white lie, you knew he wasn’t true with you, and kept insisting, until he finally pulled you to the side and told you his real date of birth, the one only komori, atsumu, and, as he used to say, “unfortunately” his family knew.

march 20th was the date, and since you wanted to tease him, a grin appeared on your face before you mumbled “so a pisces, huh?” and earned a glare so cold and deadly, you visibly shivered before apologizing.

the next thing you learned about him and his birthday, was that he was picky about gifts. which went well with that “i’m an old fashioned gentleman” facade, because he could just say “oh, you don’t have to buy me anything. your company will be enough” with a slight smile he’d practice for years, and people thought he was just being humble and polite. spoiler alert: he wasn’t. he just didn’t want to deal with his own pickiness, and explaining to people what precisely would he like to get was too much trouble, and took away the magic of it even for someone as blunt as kiyoomi sakusa.

it’s not like birthdays were such a big deal for him, anyway, he didn’t need any gifts or parties to celebrate the fact that he just got one year older. what was so fun about that? but like the pain in the arse you were, you kept asking him what he wanted for the occassion way before he asked you out, and he hated it, but not more than he hated the way his heart jumped at the possibility of getting something you spent your time on. 

the first year of your friendship, you got to know the basic thing: omi doesn’t like gifts. gifts make him uncomfortable, he didn’t know what to say, how to act, what to do with it... does he open it right then and there, or wait, but why would he immediately thank someone if he doesn’t even open it? schroedinger’s cat: if he doesn’t open it, it might as well be thin air inside the box.

it was confusing, and weird. you also learnt that it was all caused by the fact that no one was in the house to celebrate young omi’s birthday back in his childhood days, since his parents were working and his siblings long away in college, so he just assumed it was a holiday to be overlooked and not dwelled too much on, and got so used to it, that now it bothered him to be in the center of attention for once. 

the third thing you learnt that year: it was almost impossible to find him a good enough gift, at least from your perspective. you spent literal hours at the store, looking at the different things he might’ve wanted, but nothing caught your eye. you called all his friends, yet he hadn’t mentioned the thing he’d like to anyone, not even komori. so you decided you’d go with instinct and remembered one cold morning when he showed up to practice grumpier than usual, and when he was asked what’s wrong, he answered:

“i woke up late and didn’t have time to make coffee”, half mumbling, half actually speaking, eyes too tired to be annoyed, legs slowly sweeping one before another as if he was forced to come here. And that’s where you got your idea. 

His first birthday with you, being his 21st, had started terribly, because it was wishes from his family. He’d told you multiple times he’d rather have them forget that send those copied off the internet lines that mean less than a “go fuck yourself” 

later on atsumu insisted or telling everyone and it took poor omi more than twenty minutes to convince him not to, and as both the setter and the spiker weren’t in their top moods nor form, MSBY lost a match they had that day. so all he wanted to do march 20th 2017 when he came home was to lay flat on his couch and play with his dog’s fur while watching a crappy TV show. he most definitely didn’t expect you sitting in front of his apartment’s door, tired, almost asleep. 

he sighed, approching you and slightly nudging your foot with his, making you shake your head and look up. 

“you’re back!” you said with a smile, and he raised an eyebrow. 

“and you look like a homeless person” he responded upsentmindedly, avoiding you to reach the door lock. only after you got up did he see a small package you held behind your back. “it’s not a right day to be celebrating me, y/n” he added, opening his apartment’s door and letting you in with a hand gesture. you went inside, not for the first time ever, but every time the feeling was the same, intimidating and cold. 

“why do you think that?” you said, taking off your shoes and putting them on a rack, and turning around to see him navigate you to the bathroom. you placed your bag and the gift on the floor before following his steps. 

“didn’t you see the match? i fucked up big time” he chuckled ironically, looking at himself in the mirror, and you could witness the disappointment and anger in his eyes. 

“so every time you guys win and you get the credit, you say that volleyball is a team sport, but if you loose, suddenly it’s your fault?” you smirked, but to your surprise he nodded. 

“precisely”. 

“well, regardless, it’s a minor set back. you’re still the best they make” you tried to cheer him up, but only received an eye roll in return. “aaaand, you’re a birthday boy today!”

“don’t remind me” he sighed, walking over to the kitchen to see what he can make for dinner for himself and his uninvited guest, meanwhile you grabbed your gift and walked up right behind him, tapping his shoulder lightly. 

“happy 21″ you whispered, a slight, soft smile on your lips, as you handed him the package. he looked at you with a tired look in his eyes. 

“you know i’m not the biggest fan of gifts” 

“just open it, grumpy face” you whined, and he gently took it from you, placing it on the counter and carefully unwraping it, to see a thermal mug. he sent you a questioning look, before you explained “you were complaining about not having enough time to drink coffee before leaving, right? well now you don’t have to drink it before leaving” 

there was silence for a long while before he looked up from the mug and gave you the softest smile you’ve ever seen. “that’s so thoughtful of you” he said, and laughed a tiny bit, probably to cover his emotion, which obviously didn’t work “thank you.”

omi likes thoughtful gestures. 

over the second year of your friendship, as he and his career gained more recognition from the public, he was “forced”, as he’d reffer to it, to share such a personal information that is his birthday date. the managers always claimed that it’s not a big deal, that it’s just gonna be added to the oficial page and his wikipedia, but judging from the amount of gifts atsumu, bokuto and hinata always received, he had his reason to doubt that. 

and as it turned out, he was right. 

because starting from march 10th, his personal mailbox as well as the oficial MSBY’s mailbox has been FLOODED with different things that he really had no energy to go over. and so, he invited one of his best friends to help. 

so it was late at night on march 19th, and you were both sitting on the floor of his apartment, a mess of ripped wrapping paper all around you, loads of different stuff laying on the table, as you still had a lot of things to open. 

“what even is the point in sending presents to someone you’ve never met? i mean less to them than their neigbour’s dog and yet i’m the one getting gifts? this is messed up” he kept on complaining, opening another package. 

“it’s called being famous, sakusa-kun. you mean very much to people you’ve never met, because your journey to where you are now inspires them to keep going on their path until they reach their dreams” you said with a smile, confident it’ll ease his worries, but it didn’t. 

“don’t know if i consider being in the Jackals my dream, though”

“you mean, you don’t think being a key player in a division one team is not a dream come true?” you asked, shocked. 

“no, no, of course i think it is, i’d never thought i’d reach this far, but, there’s more things to be done, it’s not like i’m an accomplished person just yet” 

that, you found interesting. 

“really? than what are your dreams, sakusa?” you asked in a low voice, eyes fixed on his face, as he focused on reading a letter in his hands. 

“national team” he murmured “MVP, a golden medal, a legacy that goes beyond just me” he opened up as if it was nothing, as if he was talking about his grocery list “but that all wouldn’t mean a thing if i were there alone, though. i’ve received plenty awards and mvp’s over the few years that i played, but i guess what would really matter, and make everything else worth remembering, would be... having someone be proud of me, i guess”

you felt your heart getting soft and fuzzy at the confession, wanting to respond, before he handed you the note he was silently reading. 

“this is a poem, y/n, a POEM! what the hell, i don’t even understand what’s going on there” he whined, throwing his head back to rest on the couch seat, as you giggled, reading the note. 

“it’s nice” you said in a high-pitched tone, pushing down a laugh. 

“it’s too... sophisticated” he uttered, looking at you, a tired look in his eyes. “that’s my mother’s thing, to be sophisticated, i like simpler wishes, they’re easier to believe” 

omi doesn’t like fancy words.

you nodded, but before you could say anything, your phone rang, and both of you looked at the screen. the hour on display marked midnight, and as the alarm ranged, the words “omi’s b-day!!!” appeared on the screen. he smiled subconsciously, noticing how you always address him as “sakusa” or “sakusa-kun” but the notif in your phone stated “omi”. 

“looks like it’s the 20th already, birthday boy” you grinned, turning off the alarm. 

“don’t call me that, what am i, six or something?” 

you decided to ignore the comment, and smiled at him warmly before speaking, almost under your own breath:

“happy 22, sakusa. i wish you only to be here to hear me say happy 23 next year. and say so with pride.”

his eyes appeared foggy and glossy, but it was probably fault of poor lighting and tiredness. 

“why stop at 23?” he asked, before standing up, and offering you his hand to pick you up, too. 

omi likes very real wishes. 

over the third year of your friendship you became very close. ever since that night on his living room floor, both of you couldn’t wrap your minds about anything other than each other. neither of you oblivious idiots found out what it was about, but day after day and month after month it was harder and harder to spend time apart. 

before he could notice, sakusa always tried to find you in the crowd before serving, and that’s how he always used up most of his time. once, he even heard ushijima complain “how much longer are you going to take? be a man and beat me without your good luck charm!” 

his good luck charm, huh?

you kinda liked the sound of that. 

you also found yourself texting him every random thought that came to your head, sending pictures of everything, becasue you wanted to share as much of your life as possible, meeting up whenever you could and facetiming whenever you couldn’t. 

it all started to go downhill when atsumu, bokuto and hinata started noticing. noticing the way he’d smile at his phone, the way he’d wink, smile, tease, joke, speak, even the way his eyes wondered when left unfocused, and a dreamy look covered his vision. 

and they started to tease, and joke, and make his life all more difficult, just because “omi has a crush!”

because he didn’t. right? he didn’t have a crush on you, for sure, and it only annoyed him, how childish they were about it, how insufferable. they got on his nerves so bad that he stopped responding to all the messages, stopped smiling, joking around, and all, just to prove his point, 

his point he knew was no longer standing. 

and so atsumu would ask, after one of their practices, “hey omi, is your lucky charm picking you up? some birthday dinner, maybe?” he’d nudge his side with an elbow, raising his eyebrows. 

“i don’t know” he mumbled “and stop calling them that”. the brunette kept looking for something in his bag, just to avoid atsumu’s tiring, curious glance. 

“fine then, how about your significant other?” he continued teasing. it’s not like sakusa would hate that scenario, of course he wouldn’t, yet his mind kept spiraling - what if you came in and heard that? what if you assumed he was calling you that behind your back?

what if you didn’t feel the same?

“stop butting in my relationships for once, miya! how many times am i supposed to tell you i’m not in any way romantically involved with them? i don’t even like them that much!” he lied, straight in his best friend’s face, fed up with all the jokes and smirks behind his back, and judging from atsumu’s shocked expression, and the color running away from his face, it worked. 

“what, don’t you have anything to say to me now?” he kept going, before atsumu shook his head, and pointed behind kiyoomi’s back wordlessly. the spiker raised an eyebrow, turning around to see you, in the flash, eyes wide open, a tiny little package in your hands, wrapped so neatly in colorful paper, with a little bow tie at the top. 

even from a distance he could already half see, half imagine tears prickling your eyes before you smiled sadly, dropped the box from your hand and let it fall to the floor, and began walking out of the gym room. 

“no, no no, y/n, wait!” he started shouting out, but your ears seemed deaf to his pleas, as he ran up to the door you just walked through, leaving atsumu alone, but with a condescending smile. 

“i don’t like them that much my ass, omi-kun” he whispered to himself before walking over to grab his things. 

meanwhile sakusa ran out to the reception room of the stadium, but as it turned out, it was filled with fans waiting for them all to come out, so they could wish him happy birthday, and it seemed impossible to get through the crowd and reached you, especially considering you were already at the exit door. 

he looked around himself and noticed all the people, how many of them were there, and how close to him, and got paralyzed in place, wanting to move, or disappear, that’d be for the best, and yet he couldn’t even move one foot. 

soon enough he felt a hand on his shoulder, guiding him back inside, his savior apologizing to the public.

“sorry guys, we have one more thing to go through! he’ll be out shortly” atsumu laughed off, before closing the door and handing omi the gift you left. 

the spiker mindlessly opened it, only to find out a spotify code inside, put in between a glass frame. he took out his phone from the bag and scanned it with his app, gasping audiably when the page loaded. 

lay back in the arms of someone by smokie showed up on his screen, and a smile crawled up his lips before he remembered how badly he fucked this up a second ago. 

he narrowed his eyebrows before looking up to find the blond setter’s eyes. 

“atsumu” his friend’s eyes widened in surprise upon hearing his first name, instead of surname “is there a back exit from here?” 

atsumu miya smirked. 

“bet ya there is, mr i-fucked-up-big-time” he answered, theatrically offering his hand, before taking the lead. 

you on the other hand, came home peacefully, although hot tears were streaming silently down your cold cheeks as you entered the apartment’s door and looked at the calendar, showing the date of march 20th. in a sudden wave of aggression you ripped it off, knowing that there’s nothing to be so pressed about: he had no duty of feeling the same way towards you, why would you even expect it?

you went on with your day, ordering takeout for dinner, snuggling up on your couch and rewatching a series, not granting your thoughts access to yourself, and it was really going well, until you heard the doorbell ring. 

“nobody’s home” you yelled, assuming it was either atsumu or bokuto on their way to cheer you up, and they’ll probably let themselves in as soon as they hear your voice, but that didn’t happen. instead, the doorbell kept on ringing. “ugh, just come in!” 

they didn’t come in, so you lifted yourself off the couch and walked over to the door, opening it and gasping a tiny bit when instead of your dumbass friends holding McDonald’s you saw a one hundred and ninety two centimeters tall figure of a man, struggling to catch his breath, leaning on your doorframe, his black coat unbuttoned, cheeks red, eyes puffy and hair in a mess, not even gelled into place as they always are. 

“can i help you?” you asked in a cold manner, voice sending daggers into his poor, confused heart, as he finally looked up to meet your glance, an apologetic look in his eyes when he tried to form a sentence. 

“i think i can... no, way, i think i might...” he kept struggling, to which you only rolled your eyes, waiting for the continuation of that sentence. 

“spit it out, sakusa” you stated, sending shivers down his spine with how annoyed you seemed. 

yeah, spit it out, sakusa, he thought to himself before taking a breath and finally speaking up correctly:

“i think i might be in love with you.” 

your eyes widened for a second as you tried to find evidence of honesty in his expression, tone, voice, because you definitely didn’t believe his words. 

his heart dropped when you scoffed. 

“i don’t need your pity” 

that’s when it hit him:

omi doesn’t like to spend his birthday without you. you make it not only bearable, but fun. 

in fact, he never wanted to spend it without you again. and as that realization made it’s way into his brain, he caught you closing your door. 

“i respect you too much to pity you” he spat out as he placed his hand in between the door and the frame, making you unable to close it, even if you wanted to. 

and there was the honesty you looked for. 

“then why—” you started to wonder, but he shook his head before interrupting, a helpless look across his face.

to lay back in the arms of someone

“i’m afraid of... of this, okay? i’m afraid of falling in love, if this is any explanation for you. it’s like... you make me feel as if i’m on the top of the world” he laughed nervously, making you raise your eyebrows, before continuing “and it’s fucking scary to imagine falling from that high” 

you give in to the charms of someone

his glance wondered all over your face to find crumbs of understanding, scared you’d laugh his confession off, a grimace of worry replacing the insecure smile painting his lips, and he was just one step away from shouting “i’m telling the truth!” at you, but you cut him off by opening your door fully, and welcoming him inside with a warm smile on your lips, and a reassuring sentence on your tongue.

happy 23rd, kiyoomi

“i think i might love you back”

omi likes feeling loved. 

the next year flew by on both of you pushing each other’s limits, challenging each other like the both of you always needed, being there for each other, finding out how nice it feels to have someone there. it was coming home with a sore throat after a night of yelling “one more point, omi-omi!”. it was carefully intertwining your pinkies together while shopping without even realizing. it was awkward dates, because the label “date” always changes the atmosphere. it was taking weird selfies, it was having to part for out-of-town games and facetiming from hotel rooms. it was butterflies in the stomach and a ball of fluff in mind. 

it was everything. 

the first year of your official relationship flew by in no time, kiyoomi finding new joy in his birthday since now it was really a day to be remembered, marking your anniversary. 

and just as you got home to his apartment after dinner, ready to unpack all the fanmail once again, the janitor of the building stopped you. 

“sakusa-san, there was a flower delievery for you” he sighed, going towards a locked shelf and coming back with a bouquet, at which kiyoomi stared for a whole five seconds before you decided to take it. 

“thank you for taking care of it” he muttered with a slight bow, you pushing him to go up the stairs. “who’s it from?” he’d ask you a minute later, halfway through the staircase. 

“don’t you wanna check yourself?” you asked, but he frantically shook his head. 

“check it for me, please”

omi doesn’t like flowers.

you nodded wordlessly before checking a card. 

“well if i’m not mistaken this is your surname” you furrowed, struggling to read the handwriting. in your defense, the kanji for “sakusa” are quite complicated. 

he looked over at the text before admitting “yeah, that’s from my aunt, she insists on sending those ever since i got into MSBY” he finally got to his door to unlock it “kinda sad how she didn’t even bother writing a text before” he chuckled, making you want to throw the flowers away. 

you knew he considered them worthless if that’s the story behind the nice gesture. 

the apartment door remained opened, but he didn’t enter, you almost stumbled over him, focusing on the note, and glanced over to see what caught him attention and prevented him from going inside. 

“this is your surname, for a change” he stated, showing you a buffy envelope over his shoulder, but didn’t let you take it when you tried. instead he opened it himself, a neatly wrapped package inside, with a note at the top:

i wore glowes making it! i swear!

there was a typo in gloves, and the writing style could use a little work on it, but that didn’t affect kiyoomi at all, as he was hypnotized with his package after noticing your surname on it. he carefully opened it, to find a keychain, made from cubes, as the ones used in different boardgames, on every one there was a letter or a number, together forming the writing “kiyoomi 15″ with a heart at the end. it was all on a black string, and almost shined with how many times it was wiped before sending. after holding it in his hand for a while, he noticed another card at the bottom of the package, taking it out and reading out loud:

“please take care of my sibling. happy 24th!” he uttered in sheer amazement, as he grazed his fingers over the delicate ornament, before wordlessly going inside the apartment. 

you followed him, closing the door behind you, worried about his reaction about your little sibling’s present, only to find him crouching before his couch, his training bag laying there as he tried to attach the keychain to the it’s zipper, smiling when he managed to do so. 

before he got to turn around to face you, you managed to take a photo of him smiling at the newest addition to his training gear, and send it to your family with a caption:

omi likes personalized stuff. 

over all the years of knowing kiyoomi, you’ve learnt so much about him, his life, his habits, everything. you knew him inside and out, and so he knew you. you’re laughing at your confusion and fear while you were buying his first birthday gift, as you sit on the floor in your shared apartment, plotting his 25th, biggest yet gift, as if he isn’t about to walk through the door, coming back from practice. 

it’s almost ridiculous, how you struggled, wondering if he’d even like a gift, when right now you have a whole list in mind:

although omi doesn’t like gifts, he likes little thougtful gestures. he doesn’t like fancy big words, but likes real, honest wishes he can really take to heart. he doesn’t like spending his birthday without you, he likes feeling love, doesn’t like flowers, but does like his gifts personalized and touching. 

you realize all the moments in your relationship made you know his every emotion and expression, but you’ve never seen your precious boyfriend cry, ever. 

and you decide to change that. 

you’re gonna make him something that’s gonna mask all the memories of his birthday being forgotten, walked pass by, pushed into the back, and not properly celebrated. that’s gonna outshine every single gift he’s ever got. that’s gonna make him so happy, he’ll cry.

an idea pops into your head as you get a pen and start writing. 

dear kiyoomi,

_______

“dear kiyoomi” you get to hear him say a couple of nights later, he reads it out on your plea, with a smile across his lips, as you, atsumu, bokuto, meian and hinata, as well as omi’s older siblings and komori and osamu sit at the table, a cake and two traces of his favorite cupcakes are taking all the space possible.

omi’s voice is colored with a couple of glasses of wine, so it’s easier to him to relax and genuinely grin at the paper as he’s reading, all part of your plan. 

“when i first met you, the first thing i found out is that you’re a private person. not that i was freaked out or anything, but you did have, and probably you still do, a heavy aura around you that may have flustered me a tiny little— a tiny little bit? smiles, your hands literally shivered” he stopped to comment, making you roll your eyes at him.

“zip it and keep reading, birthday boy”

“... a tiny little bit, i agree. nevertheless, the first thing i actually felt, was that you striked my soul as someone weird. thanks, baby” he interrupted again, but you urged him to keep reading. “... weird in a way that made me feel like i’ve never felt before, the kind of safe and terrified at the same time. terrified of what, you might ask? well, kiyoomi, here i’d like to quote you. you once told me that me loving you is like i had the power to break you, and you loving me back was like giving me a map with all the points to strike at. well if that’s the definition of love we’re going for here, than i not only give you a map, i’ll grant you a whole GPS. the trust you put in me every day to not take advantage of what you’ve given me is inspiring, and hence, i surrender every single point of ressistance i’ve held against you, i’m yours to snap at a wish, and trusting you that you won’t do it is something i can spend my life believing in.” 

at this point kiyoomi had to stop and take a deep breath and a sip of his wine before continuing, clearing his throat a bit, chocking back his emotion. 

“... throughout my years by your side, i’ve memorized everything there is to memorize about you and gifts. you generally aren’t a fan, but you like them carrying a lot of thought, dedication, you like them meant exactly to you and to you only. you don’t want pointless blabbing and overused sentences, you enjoy sincerity. you need love radiating from them in order to truly acknowledge them as something special. now, the last thing i know is that you don’t like flowers, but i hope you won’t be too angry with me and with what i’ve prepared for you. enjoy, signed, your smiles” he finished, looking up at you, already moving towards the counter, grabbing a bouquet from behind it. 

he watched in amazement as you handed it to him, taking it in his hands, realizing that- 

it was a bouquet of origami flowers. 

“please, y/n, this is so—” he tried to find the right words, but once again, nothing came to mind as he watched your careful work from every side possible. 

“shh, there’s a special thing to them” you explained, sitting back in your seat, exactly in a straight line from him, watching every single change in his expression as he tried to find what you meant. 

he realized every flower had a little card sticking out from it’s center, and pulled the first one, the closest one to him. 

“the first reason i love you” he read in a weak voice, chuckling nervously again before he found the courage to read it out loud “you make me feel protected” 

he looked up at you with such a gentle and caring note in his eyes that you almost didn’t want to encourage him to keep reading it, but you did. 

“two. you don’t smile too much” after that he raised an eyebrow, but read the next one “three. ...but when you do, you outshine the sun itself. four. you memorized my coffee order within the first two times we’ve been to a caffee. five. you got supplies to redo my coffee order without going to the— hey i swear i didn’t mean anything bad by it!” 

“that’s literally the reason they love you for, idiot” atsumu laughed, urgining him to keep reading with a hand gesture. “come on, this is adorable”

“six. you have a playlist with songs that remind you of me. yes, i know this, omi, we share a spotify account. seven. you claim you don’t like interacting with people, but let a little girl propose to you with a cereal ring in the park.”

“this is too cute, omi is a softie” bokuto whined, hiding his face in his hands, but sakusa only slapped them off. 

“am not. eight. you keep a mental score of all the times you won over ushijima. nine. you take way too much pride in beating atsumu in service aces”

“true that!” atsumu shouted, hiding behind his glass. 

“ten” sakusa shook his head. “you don’t enjoy PDA, yet gave me the kiss of the century when i met your mother, just to annoy her. eleven. your childhood photos are too cute. twelve. you blasted hopelessly devoted to you the morning after we— i’m not reading that, idiot!” he half laughed half whined, in a high-pitched voice. 

“omi-san knows how it’s done, apparently” hinata wheezed, komori accompanying him. 

“did i ask?” he rolled his eyes and went back to picking lines from the flowers. “thirteen, you tug the corner of my sleeves when you’re stressed in public. fourteen, you have me saved in your phone as your good luck charm. fifteen. you put my head on your chest when i can’t sleep at night, to calm me down. sixteen. you make me laugh when i’m sad. seventeen. you almost never intent to make me laugh, yet always do. eighteen. you always make sure i’m carrying all the emergency items all me at all times. nineteen. you make me call you when i get home from a party, if you aren’t there to pick me up. twenty, you always insist on picking me up from wherever i am, because you’re worried about me. i mean yeah, what kind of a boyfriend would i be if i weren’t?” he genuinely asked, half of the guest shaking their heads. 

“come on, five more to go, you adorable, clueless idiot” motoya pat his back and looked over his shoulder to see your careful handwriting, before sakusa hid the message from him. 

“twenty one. you make me not worry about my future. twenty two, you try to do all your little morning rituals in advance when you leave, so i don’t miss you too much. i still do. twenty three, you’re never afraid to be bluntly honest with me. twenty four, you always ask if you can hug me when i’m low or crying. and twenty five—” he stopped more suddenly than anywhere before, eyes visibly watering before he dropped his head down and his it in his arms. 

“what’s on there?” several guys asked over themselves, as omi kept laughing slightly, hiding tears in the sleeves of his fitted shirt. 

“you’re gonna be the death of me” he murmured into the material, making everyone laugh, including you, who decided to walk over to him and hug him, resting your head on his, taking advantage of the fact that he was sitting and you could reach it. 

after a moment of weakness, he showed his red and slightly puffy face, two trails of tears fitting his smiling expression as he struggled to say 

“twenty five. you make me prouder and prouder every day.” he kept laughing through his tears, really trying to hide his emotion and failing miserably. “you really did try to make me cry on my birthday, didn’t you?” he looked up to you still embracing him. 

“i suppose i did”

“well then, i’m gonna outshine you” he said, shifting in his seat in order to get up, wiping the last remains of tears from his face. 

“what do you mean?” you asked, met with his confident smirk. 

“you’re gonna see in a bit, trust me” he huffed, dusting off his pants’ material on the knee level, and reaching over to his pocket, in his hand a tiny, little box. 

with a little more than an origami flower. 

[bechloeislegit]

Bechloe Week 2021 - Day 1

"Cause I'm in love with You, Dumbass!"

Beca stood by her motorcycle, doing a quick safety check before she made the jump of a lifetime, with a payout of a lifetime. The promoters had been looking for someone to jump a motorcycle over ten buses parked side by side, and Beca had been chosen to do the jump.

She knows she was only chosen because she was the only girl who applied to do the job. But, she didn't care, because she was being paid twenty-five thousand dollars once she accomplished the feat. Beca had never jumped over anything that far before, but she was confident she could make the one-hundred-foot jump safely.

Her friends all thought she was crazy, but the money would come in handy when she moved to LA to pursue her dream of becoming a music producer; something she had been dreaming of since she was ten years old and got her first mixing program.

Beca wasn't surprised to see her friends Chloe, Stacie, and Aubrey make their way to where she was standing. Stacie and Aubrey stopped several feet away, but Chloe continued walking over to her.

Beca stood as Chloe reached her. Beca could see fear and concern in Chloe's eyes.

"Please don't do this, Beca," Chloe pleaded. "I don't want you to die or get hurt. It's not too late to back out."

"I already agreed to do it, Chloe," Beca said. "I can't back out now."

Chloe stepped closer and grabbed Beca in a hug, whispering in her ear, "You don't have to prove anything to anybody. No one will care if you walk away."

"I'll care," Beca said, pulling away from Chloe. "These guys are going to pay me twenty-five thousand dollars to do this."

"Money isn't everything, Beca," Chloe scoffed.

"Says the girl with the rich parents," Beca retorted.

"Yes, they have money," Chloe said. "They worked hard for their money and didn't have to do something stupid like this to get it. Something that could kill them or put them in the hospital with broken bones or God knows what else. I'm your best friend, Beca, and I'm seriously begging you not to do this."

Beca saw tears in Chloe's eyes and pulled Chloe to her

"Don't cry, Chloe," Beca said. "I know you don't understand, but I have to do this for myself."

Chloe jerked away from Beca and walked over to stand with Stacie and Aubrey.

"Is she going to do it?" Stacie asked.

Chloe stared at the ground and nodded her head.

"She's crazy," Aubrey said. "Doesn't she realize she could die?"

"I don't think she cares about that," Chloe said. "All she cares about is the money."

"Money isn't going to do her much good if she's dead," Stacie said.

"I've been begging her not to do it for weeks," Chloe said. "What more can we do to stop her?"

"You could always tell her how you feel about her," Aubrey said. "I bet she'd think twice about what could happen to her if she knows you love her."

"I don't think that would change her mind," Chloe mumbled.

"I think it will give her something to think about," Stacie said.

Chloe chewed the inside of her cheek before throwing her shoulders back and stomping over to Beca.

"Rebecca Anne Mitchell!" Chloe yelled, causing Beca to slowly turn and stare at Chloe. "You're being a dumbass. Now, I want you to march over to those promoters and tell them you ARE NOT making that jump."

"You're not the boss of me," Beca yelled back.

"Maybe not, but I can get your mother down here with just one phone call," Chloe said.

"You wouldn't!" Beca cried.

"Try me," Chloe said, crossing her arms over her chest and staring Beca down.

"Why do you care so much about me making this jump?" Beca asked. "I keep telling you, I need the money."

"And I keep telling you," Chloe said, poking Beca's chest with her index finger as she spoke. "You're going to kill yourself."

"No one cares if I kill myself," Beca mumble.

"I care," Chloe said, dropping her arms to her sides. "I care very much!"

"Why?" Beca asked. "Why do you care so much?"

"Cause I'm in love with you, dumbass!"

Chloe gasped and put her hand to her mouth as if she could swallow the words that she had already vocalized. She had not meant to say those words out loud.

Beca's eyes grew wide as she stared at Chloe.

"You're in love with me?"

"Yes," Chloe responded, looking down at the ground.

"How did that happen? When did that happen?"

Chloe was still looking down when a pair of motorcycle boots came into her line of sight. Her eyes traveled slowly up from the boots until she was staring into Beca's eyes, just inches away from her own.

"It's been happening slowly over the past year," Chloe said softly. "It started when you saved your allowance just to buy tickets to the ice show for my birthday. You remembered me telling you how much I loved going to the ice show with my grandparents every year for my birthday when I was younger. I was a goner from that moment on."

Beca smiled and took a small step forward. "I bought you those tickets because I realized I had fallen in love with my best friend and wanted to do something to make you smile. I love your smile."

Chloe smiled and blushed as she looked down again.

"Yep, that's the one," Beca said, placing her fingers under Chloe's chin and lifting her head up. "In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm in love with you, too."

Chloe started to say something but stopped when she felt Beca's lips pressing against hers. She sighed and leaned into the kiss.

Beca wrapped her arms around Chloe's waist and pulled her closer; Chloe moved her arms up to wrap them around Beca's shoulders. The two stood kissing for a moment. Chloe was the first to pull back.

"Um, Chlo, I-."

"You're still doing the jump, aren't you?" Chloe asked, looking into Beca's eyes.

"You know me so well," Beca said. "It's a matter of pride now. I can't look like a loser in front of my girlfriend, can I?"

"Girlfriend, huh?"

"If that's okay with you."

"Beca Effin' Mitchell's girlfriend? Yeah, I like the sound of that."

"It does have a nice ring to it," Beca said, chuckling.

"Beca!" a voice called out, causing both girls to look over. "It's time."

Beca nodded at the man and looked back at Chloe.

"Promise you'll be on the other side when I'm done?" Beca asked.

"I promise," Chloe said, leaning in for another kiss.

Beca pulled away, stepping over to her motorcycle and picking up her helmet, and placing it on her head.

Chloe walked over and helped Beca tighten the chin strap. Stacie and Aubrey made their way over to Beca.

"I can't believe you're still going to do it," Stacie said.

"Leave her alone, Stace," Chloe said. "She knows what she's doing."

"That must have been some kiss," Stacie said, chuckling.

"It was," Chloe said, smiling as Beca blushed.

"I still think she's being a dumbass," Aubrey said.

"Yeah," Chloe said. "But, now she's my dumbass and I trust that she knows what she's doing. And, I have faith that she'll nail it."

Stacie chuckled again; Aubrey scoffed.

"Come on," Chloe said. "Let's find a good spot on the other side. I promised I'd be waiting for her when she made the jump."

Stacie and Aubrey both sighed, and followed Chloe.

~~ BeChloe Week - 2021 - Day 1 ~~

Beca couldn't stop smiling. She was about to pocket twenty-five thousand dollars and Chloe Beale is her girlfriend. She revved the engine on her motorcycle before popping the clutch to drive to the ramp. She drove a couple of feet up the ramp and stopped, setting her feet down to keep her steady and unmoving.

The announcement was muffled by her helmet, so she looked to her right for the thumbs up, letting her know it was time. Beca saw the thumbs up and nodded her head in acknowledgment. She waved to the crowd and then slowly backed off the ramp and turned the bike to drive to the starting point that was designated during her practice run.

Chloe, Stacie, and Aubrey were clapping and screaming along with the rest of the crowd. They looked up to the big screen and watched Beca driving toward the starting point. The bike turned and stopped so Beca was now facing the ramp.

Beca gave a wave and a thumbs up. She revved the engine and took off, pushing the bike to reach the speed she needed to make the jump.

The crowd roared as she bulleted toward the ramp. Chloe crossed her fingers, bouncing on her toes, whispering "Make it, make it, make it. . ."

Beca reached the ramp and went up; she lifted the front of the motorcycle slightly and was airborne.

"Holy shit! I'm really going to do it!" went through her mind. Suddenly, she was hitting the opposite ramp, clearing all ten buses with ease. At the bottom of the ramp, she squeezed the brake and slid the back end of the bike around to a stop.

The crowd roared their approval and cheered loudly as Beca stood the bike upright, throwing her fists into the air.

Chloe tore away from the crowd and ran straight for Beca.

Beca engaged the kickstand and got off the bike just in time to catch Chloe in a hug.

"Oh, my God, Becs!" Chloe screamed. "You did it!"

Beca pulled off her helmet and spun Chloe around, kissing her; she set Chloe on her feet without breaking the kiss.

"Way to go, Beca," Stacie yelled as she and Aubrey reached the kissing couple.

Chloe pulled back from the kiss and smiled at Beca.

"I love you!" Beca and Chloe said simultaneously and then laughed.

The crowd came out of the stands to gather around Beca. They were all trying to get to her to congratulate her. She was a bit overwhelmed but she never let go of Chloe, and Chloe never let go of her.

[purrincess-chat]

Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH28

What does Chloe have in store for Marinette? Find out next week! As I stated on AO3, once I post chapter 30, I’m going to take another month off to let my betas finish up the last few chapters, then in October if we are all finished, I will be posting two chapters a week on Mondays and Fridays to finish this story out. It’s been a long journey rewriting it, but I’m much happier with the outcome this time. I hope you’re all excited to see the rest of the changes to this story. I know I can’t wait to share them!

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Chapter 28: End Game

Morning light streamed through the window, casting golden rays across Marinette’s cheeks. The urgent screech of her alarm blared on the shelf above her head, vibrating the loft in its tantrum. She blinked, then immediately squeezed her eyes shut again, sitting up out of the sun. Kicking the blankets from around her legs, she palmed for her phone, clumsily tapping the screen with a yawn. Sleep had eluded her most of the night for more reasons than one, and the previous day’s events replayed on loop as she slogged through her morning routine.

Had all of it really happened? The museum, her old friends, the akuma, Emerald Shell, Lila… And she’d gone to Chloe of all people for help. When had she fallen so low? And how long did Marinette have to be on this rollercoaster? Wasn’t there an emergency exit she could use?

She splashed water on her face, leaning against the sink with a sigh. Not all of it was bad at least. She and Adrien got to spend the evening together, though the sweetness diminished as a result of the afternoon’s events. Even still, there were worse ways to end a trying day than being spoon-fed chocolate mousse by the boy of her dreams.

Marinette stared at her reflection, droplets dripping from her chin like the countless tears she’d cried the past month. So much had changed since she left. Her face still looked the same, but the girl inside was different than the one who walked out of Francoise-Dupont a month ago. Her eyes carried a new determination.

Lila had gone too far, and Marinette wasn’t going to stand for it anymore. Starting today, everything was going to change.

“Marinette! You’re going to be late for school!” her mother called up the stairs.

Marinette dried her face and slipped on her blazer.

“Coming!”

Things were normal at school. People were buzzing about the latest akuma and the appearance of Emerald Shell. Martin held his head a little higher, though his cheeks never lost their rosy hue, especially when Macy gushed about how Emerald Shell saved her. It wasn’t until art class that they realized Marinette was being unusually quiet.

“How did things go with Adrien?” Eliott asked, looking up from the fruit bowl they were all painting.

“Adrien was fine,” Marinette said. “It was Lila I had to worry about.”

“Still?” Macy winced. “What happened?”

“It’s a long story…” Marinette sighed, wiping her brush on a rag.

“We’ve got a whole hour.” Martin pointed out, and they all looked at Marinette expectantly.

Marinette smiled, reassured by their eagerness. They really were the best friends in the world. She took a deep breath before diving in, and her friends listened to every detail intently.

“Whoa, she really did that to you?” Lisette asked when she finished. “And I thought Gabrielle was awful.”

“Lila is an attention-seeking manipulator, and she crushes anyone who gets in her way,” Marinette said bitterly. “I hate to drag you guys into this—mostly because I barely want to be dragged into this—but-”

“Oh, we’ll totally help,” Macy said. “If there’s one thing rich people love to do it’s brag about our accomplishments and make other people look inferior.”

“I can text around and try to set up a hangout with Prince Ali next time he passes through Paris.” Eliott offered.

“My dad’s in a group that plays tennis with a few ambassadors. I’m sure he could help us set up a youth program to push a Go Green effort here in Paris.” Martin added.

“Sometimes I babysit for the president’s niece, so I could see about getting her deported,” Lisette said with a cheery grin, and everyone turned to her with horrified expressions. “I’m kidding, but it’s an option.”

“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re kicking awful people out of the country.” Eliott nuzzled her cheek with his nose.

“Anything you need, Marinette, we’ve got your back,” Macy said, placing a hand over hers. “We’re behind you all the way.”

Marinette pulled her in for a hug, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. Even though she regretted running from her problems, Marinette didn’t regret meeting her new friends. They helped her when she needed it most, and for that, she would always be grateful. With these people by her side, Lila wasn’t going to know what hit her.

♪♫♪ This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things ♪♫♪

Marinette paced the length of the living room a week later, chewing her nails. The awards show had finally arrived, and Clara would be walking the red carpet in one of Marinette’s original designs. It was the biggest moment of her life, and she couldn’t sit still.

Her mom smiled, setting the cake she’d just finished decorating on the table. “Everything is going to be fine, dear. Your designs were wonderful, and Clara loved them.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean all of the famous fashion critics are going to. People talk about award show outfits for weeks, mom! If everyone hates Clara’s dress, I’m going to be front-page news for worst-dressed all month!” Marinette groaned.

“There’s no way anyone will hate your designs. My daughter has all the talent in the world!” Her father scooped her up, planting a kiss on her cheek.

The doorbell rang, and Marinette rushed to answer it.

“Congratulations!” Her friends cheered.

Macy pulled her in for a tight hug. “I can’t wait to see which design Clara picked! They were all so good.”

“I can’t believe Clara picked you over Gabriel Agreste. You are so lucky, Marinette,” Lisette said.

“She’s amazingly talented. My father didn’t stand a chance,” Adrien said with a laugh. He presented a bouquet of roses with a shy smile. “Congratulations, mon ange.”

Marinette stretched up to kiss his cheek. Taking his hand, she ushered everyone inside where they didn’t hesitate to make themselves at home. Eliott and Martin moved for the snacks while Macy and Lisette settled on the couch. Marinette’s mother reached for a vase on the top shelf, stretching up on her toes.

“Let me.” Adrien stepped in and grabbed it with ease.

“Thank you, dear. Marinette picked such a sweet boyfriend.” Her mother beamed. “She used to talk about you so much. Every day, she’d come home from school and tell us all about how green your eyes are and-”

“Mom!” Marinette shot her a silencing look.

“I’m flattered. Marinette is a wonderful girl. You and Mr. Dupain must be really proud that a celebrity like Clara commissioned her,” Adrien replied smoothly. He shot Marinette a wink when her mom changed the subject. Why was he so perfect?

“Ooo! It’s starting!” Macy squealed.

Marinette and Adrien squeezed onto the couch next to Macy and Eliott. She leaned her head on his shoulder, twining their fingers together. Having her friends around eased some of her nerves, but her heartbeat escalated every time someone new moved to the front of the line.

“How long until we get to see your dress?” her dad asked.

“I don’t know. The red carpet doesn’t really have a set schedule.” Marinette shrugged.

“Okay, we’ll just wait,” he said, trying to seem nonchalant, though his impatience showed each time he shifted or cleared his throat.

Marinette chewed her nails as other artists and celebrities made their appearances, leg bouncing until Eliott reached over to stop it. She flashed him a sheepish grin but resumed tapping the moment he turned away.

Clara’s name flashed at the bottom of the screen, and Marinette cupped her hands over her mouth. Everyone leaned forward as she approached the camera in a colorful, flowing gown.

“She’s wearing my favorite!” Marinette squeaked between her fingers. Her dad patted her knee as her mom turned up the volume on the television.

“Standing here on the red carpet with Best Pop Artist nominee Clara Nightingale,” the reporter said, turning to Clara with a smile. “Clara, can I just say you look lovely tonight? Who are you wearing?”

“My dress was designed by someone sweet; a teen whose talent can’t be beat. More beautiful than any melody I’ve ever sang, this dress is by Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Clara twirled around, the skirt of the dress rippling with color.

Marinette buried her face in a couch pillow with a shrill scream. Adrien rubbed her back with a laugh. She shot up again, eyes glued to the screen as Clara gushed about the details of her dress before the conversation steered toward her award nomination.

“Can I just say? Stun-ning!” Eliott said.

“That dress is everything! It looks even better than it did on paper.” Macy agreed.

“A celebrity wearing my daughter’s original designs! I always knew someone would recognize how amazing you are.” Her dad pulled her in for a tight hug.

“We’re so proud of you, honey. We know how hard you worked,” her mom said.

“You did an amazing job, Marinette.” Adrien pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Well, we have to get back to the bakery, so we’ll let you kids watch the rest together, okay?” Her mother passed Macy the remote.

“Good night.” Marinette waved as they stood and took their leave.

“Actually, I should go too. I forgot to do my physics homework,” Macy said, standing up. “Martin, can you come help me? It’ll take me hours if you don’t.”

Martin flicked his gaze over to Marinette and nodded. “Uh, yeah, I can do that.”

“Oh, ya know, I just remembered that I promised my dad we’d help him with that thing,” Lisette said.

“Oh yeah! Sorry, it’s like a big, complicated thing. We need to go too.” Eliott nodded. “Congrats again. You’re amazing and wonderful, and you deserve this more than anyone.”

“Thanks.” Marinette smiled.

“See you tomorrow!” Macy called as they all shuffled out the door.

“Is it just me or was that a lot of lame excuses?” Marinette tilted her head.

“I asked them to give us some time alone.” Adrien admitted.

“Oh.” Marinette’s cheeks warmed as Adrien wrapped an arm around her.

“I know things have been crazy lately, but in a way, I’m really glad all of this happened. I might not have ever realized how I felt about you if it hadn’t,” he said. “It’s a weird positive that’s come from everything.”

“Yeah.” Marinette leaned against his shoulder with a smile. “I’m happy things worked out. I never would have told you how I felt otherwise.”

“Did you really tell your parents how cute I was?” he asked with a smirk.

“I- Well, I didn’t- I mean-” She buried her face in his shirt with a groan.

“It’s been a while since I’ve heard you stammer like that. I forgot how cute it is.” Adrien chuckled.

“It’s your fault.” She jabbed his chest with one finger. “You’re so cute. It makes me all flustered.”

“Hmm, then I wonder how you’ll react to this.” He reached into his pocket to retrieve a long jewelry case, opening it to reveal a small pink diamond necklace.

“Adrien!”

“I wanted to get you something to remember me by since we go to different schools now. I miss you like crazy, so I thought that maybe you could at least have a small piece of me when we’re apart,” he said. “Do you like it?”

“Adrien…” Marinette cupped a hand over her mouth. “It’s beautiful. I love it.”

The gem was warm against her skin as Adrien fastened it around her neck, a physical reminder of his love. They’d overcome so much together, and while their fight was far from over, at least Marinette had him.

Adrien turned her jaw to face him, brushing her cheek with his thumb. Those warm green eyes softened as he leaned in, and Marinette closed her eyes. His breath swirled hot on her lips when they brushed, sending a jolt up her spine. Her heart hammered in a frenzy, building rapidly in anticipation. But just as release came, his pocket buzzed, and they both crashed down to earth again.

With a short sigh, Adrien pulled back and retrieved his phone, quirking a brow at the caller ID.

“It’s Chloe,” he said. “Hell-”

“Were you two going to list Dupain-Cheng designing for Clara Nightingale among our assets, or was I just supposed to figure that out myself?” She scolded.

“Sorry. It was kind of-”

“No time for excuses. I need to propose this to you before I change my mind. I know the perfect way to enact your plan,” Chloe said with a groan. “I hate myself for even considering it.”

“What are you suggesting?” Adrien’s eyebrows furrowed.

“We’re going to make Dupain-Cheng famous, and I think I know the perfect way to do it.”

[mcwriting]

The Marriage Project (11)

I'm baaaaack :) Sorry it's been so long y'all but I'm finally on break so hopefully I can push out more content soon! Pls enjoy!

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Word Count: 2130

Warnings: little bit of language, mild mentions of alcohol

% approximately the last weekend of October/first week of November %

Sunday, you went wedding dress shopping.

Kinda.

It was for homecoming court. Your school had a tradition where the ladies in the running for queen wore white wedding dresses, so your mom and you went out in search of one.

You’d already gotten your dress for the actual dance weeks prior, so you started at the same store.

It didn’t take long for you to stumble upon one you liked, a slim a-line that accentuated your muscles and curves. There was a draped neckline and a somewhat low back. The entire dress had a grecian feel with the small silver accents dusted across it.

The second you put it on you fell in love, so you made the purchase and set off for shoes, easily finding a pair of heels that would put you at a similar level with Tom.

The next day, you made your way to class for another round of praise and congratulations for the tournament that weekend. The trophy was already sitting in the school display case, the plaque yet to be made with your school’s name and the year.

It was spirit week, so everyone was dressed in clothes that fit the day’s theme.

All morning, people were coming up and asking you about the tournament and homecoming, many of them pledging to vote for you.

Things felt nice.

You and Tom didn’t talk much throughout the morning, but exchanged a few jabs and laughs here and there.

Later, you sat around the lunch table with your girlfriends as usual, this time discussing the homecoming nominations.

“Y/n, there’s literally no way you won’t be queen. I’ve talked to a ton of people and all of them are saying they’re gonna vote for you,” one of them said.

“Aw shucks, you’re making me blush. Obviously I’d like to win queen, but we’ll see. It’s whatever. If Harrison wins king I’ll drop out.”

“As if. No one even likes him. I’m pretty sure he was voted in as a meme. Everyone knows Tom is gonna win,” Alexis stated. “And if Tom wins, you’ll win too with everyone thinking you’re together.”

“Hmm. I honestly hope Tuwaine gets the vote. He’s so sweet and totally deserves it.”

“I think we all know you’d prefer Tom as your royal counterpart,” one friend suggested, causing you to roll your eyes.

“How many times do I have to tell you guys! Nothing is going on! On another note, though, I got my white dress,” you mentioned, trying to steer the conversation away.

“Really? Let us see!” Caroline exclaimed.

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m saving it as a surprise for Friday. The only person who’s seen it is my mom, and it’s staying that way until the parade.”

You continued talking about the upcoming festivities and your excitement for the week, and the announcement of who would be crowned queen Friday at the pep rally.

That afternoon, you went to study hall with Alexis. Now that you were between sports, you had a free period to go do art, work out, or just “study,” so you chose the latter as a way to take a breather from everything that had been going on.

“So tell me everything about Johnny’s this weekend. Loved the costumes,” you started as you plopped down at two desks in the very back of the room.

“Not much to report. We mostly just hung out but I heard one dude had to go get his stomach pumped or something after the cops got there. We dipped out before it was busted because it was obvious they were coming. Now how was your weekend, since we’re finally alone?”

You thought about how much you’d actually tell her, especially considering that you hadn’t told her really anything about yours and Tom’s interactions in past weeks.

“Pretty good. It was mostly just volleyball.”

“Oh yeah? What all went down with Tom? Anna told me you seemed pretty close.”

Your face burned.

“We hugged after winning the tournament. Not a big deal. Oh and we maybe kinda pretended to be a couple Friday night.”

“What? You didn’t think to lead with that?!”

“It was for like a minute while we went up the elevator. This drunk couple was harassing us so we just played along for a little bit. Whatever,” you shrugged.

“Did you do anything couple-y? Don’t tell me you guys kissed.”

You tried not to cringe before somewhat telling a lie.

“I kissed him on the cheek and he put his arm around me. I swear it was nothing serious, Lex.”

“Hm. I still think you’ve gotta be hiding something, but I just don’t know what. And I’m gonna get to the bottom of it.”

Good luck with that. I’m not about to crack yet.

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Spirit week continued with people coming up to let you know their votes had been cast for you. The voting ended Thursday so that votes could be counted before the pep rally.

When Friday did hit, you woke up early and tucked your volleyball jersey into some jeans and tossed on your letter jacket, as the day’s theme was school colors and jerseys.

You popped on some mascara and lip gloss, then headed to school, becoming more nervous as you got closer.

The pep rally would be right after lunch, but almost everyone was so excited for the weekend festivities that teachers basically gave everyone a free day so that the students in charge of the event could continue their planning and the athletes could prepare for the rally.

The pep rally was mostly for the football game, but they were also going to recognize the volleyball team’s accomplishments, so you prepared for that and the whole homecoming court thing.

In home ec, Mrs. Flynn let those that needed to help set up for the pep rally eat your lunches in class and then leave early.

You and Tom finished about the same time and went to your lockers to grab your things.

“Ready to win?” Tom asked as you walked towards the gym.

“Nope. You?”

“Yeah, actually. Maybe it’s just because I love winning so much.”

You gave him a little shove as you continued walking. Tom had his jersey on without the pads, so it fit big on him. You admired the way it draped over his thin, toned frame.

A bit later and the pep rally had begun with the dance team doing their routine, then came athlete recognitions.

They started with the volleyball team, calling you all out to the basketball court to wave as everyone cheered. After you all, the cheer squad hyped everyone up for the football team to come out.

You stood in a corner of the gym with Zendaya, as they would be announcing the homecoming court next. You both talked a little bit, but things were somewhat awkward.

Finally came the time to announce the winners. As with nominations, things went in order from freshman to senior, eventually reaching the king and queen announcement. The six of you stepped out onto the basketball court, the pit in your stomach bigger than before.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, I know that this is the moment you have all been waiting so patiently for!” Mrs. Johnson looked around the bleachers at the cheering students, holding up her paper with everyone’s positions.

“We’re going to start with our third place, the duke and duchess of homecoming! May I have a drumroll please!”

Everyone stomped their feet and clapped.

“This year’s duke is Mr. Harrison Osterfield, and the duchess is Daisy Ridley!”

Cheers went up, not completely enthusiastic for the pair. You felt a little bit of satisfaction knowing the people you liked least had gotten third place.

“Now for our runners up, the prince and princess!” She paused for effect. “Tuwaine Barrett and Zendaya Coleman!”

More cheers rang out than before. Your jaw dropped as you looked at Tom.

“And that means that your senior king and queen are Tom Holland and y/n y/l/n! Congratulations to all of you. Can’t wait to see you at the parade, game, and dance!” Mrs. Johnson called out, dismissing everyone back to class.

Someone came and placed the crown on your head and slipped a silver sash which read “homecoming queen” over your body. You couldn’t help but slap a hand over your mouth.

“What did I tell you! I knew you’d win!” Tom exclaimed, holding out his hands. You so badly wanted to hug him, but decided not to in front of the whole school, at least not until tomorrow night.

Your friends rushed up and congratulated you, fawning over the crown and sash and laughing. Before you left, you had to return the two items to a teacher so you would have them for later that night.

As you left school that afternoon, you felt like you were floating on air.

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You were back at the school later that evening, the game just over a couple hours away. There were families lining the street prepared to watch the parade make its way down.

Since leaving the school before, you’d put your hair in loose curls and done a full face of makeup. You tossed on some sweats and zipped up your varsity jacket, taking your dress and shoes along in the car to change there.

You waited until the last minute to slip on the outfit, causing people to fawn over you when you stepped outside to see everyone who was waiting.

Someone pinned the crown to your head and helped you slip on the sash, then led you to the convertible where Tom was waiting. You’d get to ride around sitting on the back waving like you’d always dreamed of doing.

Your heels clacked on the sidewalk as you confidently stepped. Sure, you didn’t wear heels much, but you sure knew how to work them.

It felt like slow motion when Tom turned around and you saw each other for the first time. He was wearing slacks and a sport coat and his curls were perfectly placed around his own crown. You both gasped a little.

“Y/n! You look… you look like-”

“Let me guess. A princess?” you smirked, raising a brow.

“I was gonna say queen.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, giving him a little shove. He helped you climb into the back of the car, and someone went to hand you his letter jacket.

“What’s this for?” you asked.

“Usually if it’s cold the queen wears her partners’ letterman over her shoulders if he has one.”

You thought about it. It was pretty chilly, after all.

“You don’t have to wear mine, y/n. Did you bring yours?” Tom asked, making you smile.

“Yeah, actually. I did. Would someone mind going and grabbing it from my stuff? It’s just inside.”

One girl ran and brought it back in a few minutes, and Tom helped drape it over just your shoulders.

“That’s more like it,” he said, giving you a smile as he fixed the neck.

A few minutes later, the cars and floats began moving and families cheered as you passed, waving with a smile on your face.

You and Tom talked to each other quietly as you looked around both sides of the street. When you reached the end, someone had you pose for a couple pictures in the daylight before the football players headed off to get ready for the game.

This was not only homecoming, but senior night, so they all wanted to be on their A-game.

Different people came up to congratulate you and you took pictures with friends, family, and even a few little kids. You were talking with the girls when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turned around to find the Holland family, including Nikki’s parents and a woman you assumed to be Dominic’s mom.

“Well I sure am glad to see that people have some decent sense around here,” Grandma said, giving you a warm smile. You gave her a hug then greeted the rest of the family.

“You look beautiful, dear. Congratulations,” said Nikki as she gave you a squeeze.

“Oh, y/n, this is my mother,” Dom explained, gesturing to another elderly woman.

“Just call me Nana, dear. I’ve heard a lot about you.” You smiled as she held your hands in hers.

“Thank you! Tom’s told me about you, too.”

Nikki shot some pictures of you with their family. It felt weird to be in their photos without Tom, but also comfortable, like you’d known them your whole life. You had to hold back a laugh when you took one kissing Paddy’s cheek and making him blush.

Eventually your parents also came over and talked to them, and everyone made their ways to the stadium.

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[harryspet]

could you write something where harry or sebastian is an officer at a prison and takes advantage of an inmate? maybe he threatens to postpone her release date?

you’ve got time | sebastian stan

[Warnings] dark sebastian stan x reader, noncon sex, oral (female recieving), prison au, CO sebastian, manipulation, blackmail, mom reader, little editing

A/N: I pretty much did your request straight forward! I hope you like it. Reader is 18+ TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD

In which you’re in prison and a CO named Sebastian Stan takes advantage of you.

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word count: 2.5k

You were finally starting to make it in there. You hadn’t had to join a gang or find a girlfriend that was willing to protect you. You’d made friends, actually, and you were surprised by just how nice they were. You could do eight more months. That was no time compared to the girls who had twenty years left on their sentences. You could survive here. 

“He likes you,” Leah said, shuffling the deck of cards you were all playing with. It was recreation time and your group liked to sit around one of the picnic tables, in the shade, because of the hot summer. 

You looked around the table and the girls all nodded. They were all shapes and sizes, different races, and a lot were older than you. 

“What?” You asked, your eyebrows furrowed. 

“Officer Stan,” She nodded in the direction behind you and you turned your head. Across the cement courtyard, you saw him standing in his navy blue uniform. He was classically handsome, his muscles protruding through the fabric of his shirt, but the look on his face was completely monotone. 

You’d noticed him before but you didn’t think that he had noticed you. Not until your eyes connected and he didn’t let go of your gaze until you turned back around. It was like he was staring into your soul and you felt a shiver run down your spine. 

“See?” She continued. 

“All he did was look at me,” You insisted. 

“He’s been looking at you for ten minutes. He’s supposed to rotate every five,” Leah spoke as she passed out all the cards around the table. 

“Go talk to him. Ask him who he’s gonna give the TV remote to in the day room,” An older lady spoke up, “If I looked like you, I’d made all the CO’s do whatever I wanted.”

You were sure that wasn’t how things actually worked. You couldn’t just use your looks to get what you wanted. Ultimately, they were the officers and they had the power, “I can’t get written up,” You responded. 

“It’s just flirting, baby,” Leah grabbed the cards from your hand and slammed them back on the table, “If we miss another episode of Grey’s Anatomy, we’ll never catch up! You want to play, go talk to him.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line of frustration, “I have someone on the outside.”

“Don’t we all,” The older woman sitting across from you said, “What your man doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”

You had lied and stole on the outside for your family and yet the act of walking up him was making your heart race. You stood up from the table and all the ladies began to clap and cheer you on. You looked back at them with a scowl as you made your way, the sun beating down on you, and your palms sweating. 

You tried to look your best in prison. You made sure to shave when you could, you used color pencils to make eyeliner and you had a girl who painted your nails in exchange for packets of ramen. 

Few things surprised Sebastian but, he had to admit, he never expected you to make a move. He’d had plenty of girls who tried to get things out of him from passing notes to sex and drugs. He’d turned them all down but you … he had no idea what he was going to do with you. 

You rolled up your white sleeves, your bright orange top wrapped around your waist. 

“Good morning,” You greeted him, unsure of how exactly you were going to accomplish this. 

“What can I help you with, inmate?” He spoke calmly, his New York accent thick. 

Inmate, your mind thought over the word. You had almost forgotten the rest of the world had forgotten you were still human. 

You began to regret even letting them convince you to do this, “I-I … Uhm. I was wondering-” You cleared your throat, “I was wondering how your day was going. It must be hard … standing out in the sun.”

Sebastian was quiet for a moment, trying to narrow down your motives, “I don’t recall you ever being interested in my day before, inmate.”

You smiled awkwardly, “Well, today you just look especially … approachable.”

“And I don’t normally look approachable?” Your mouth dropped open a little bit as you struggled to find the words to respond. 

“I’m sorry, I’m gonna go,” You turned to walk away and you heard him chuckle. 

“What’s the real reason, inmate? Why are your friends staring me down?”

You liked his laugh. It made him seem more human. You turned back to him, playing with your nails as you tried to think of an excuse, “They want the remote control in the dayroom on Tuesday,” You explained, deciding not to lie. 

He nodded his head, understanding, “I see, and then sent you to convince me?” You nodded, your cheeks heating up with embarrassment, “They’re smart, I’ll give them that.”

“I understand if-”

“They can have the remote. On Tuesday,” Your eyes widened and a real smile spread across your face. Sebastian noted it, how beautiful you were and how you were trying so hard to keep your group of friends. He knew how hard it was for the inmates who isolated themselves, “I hope you can make it up to me some time, Y/L/N.”

You didn’t think much of it at the time but you only thanked him, hurrying off to tell your group that you had made a huge score. By the time you looked back, Officer Stan had shifted his position and he was gone. 

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From then on, you noticed CO Stan everywhere. When you were in the cafeteria when you were leaving the showers, and especially when you were working your job in the laundry room. Your friends told you over and over that he probably had a crush on you but you never believed them. 

He started talking to you more and more and part of you, that part of you that was missing a man’s touch, enjoyed his company. He watched as you did hours and hours of folding laundry which was more strenuous than it looked but it earned you ninety cents an hour. 

“How much time do you have left?” He asked you. 

“Eight months,” You answered, still hard at work, noticing him out of the corner of your eye. 

“What are you going to do when you get out?”

You’d had plenty of time to think about is but you hadn’t even admitted it out loud. No one could afford to come and visit you and your friends only talked about gossip, “First, I’m going to get my son from his Dad’s mom. She thinks my kid is hers … she’s a nightmare. Then I’m going to move in with my sister and get my life together. She has a salon now so I’m gonna work there.”

Sebastian nodded, thinking your plan sounded decent. He still knew in the back of his mind that it was more likely you’d re-offend in a couple of months but it seemed like you had a good head on your shoulders. 

“You should do makeup too,” He said, “You always seem to make yourself look good, even without any tools.”

You glanced back at him, a soft smile on your face, “You think?” Sebastian nodded, a smirk on his lips, and you turned back, “Thank you.”

“Call me Sebastian,” You hesitated before nodding. Even though there were two other workers in the room, it seemed like it was only the two of you in the universe. 

“Thank you, Sebastian,” You said instead, “Did you always want to work in a place like this?”

He shook his head, smiling a bit, “I wanted to be an astronaut when I was little,” You laughed at that. You never dreamed big like that. You never even thought you’d make it to the age you were now, “But, now, I just want to do something meaningful, you know?”

“I think that’s great,” You told him, “A lot of the CO’s don’t even wanna be here and that’s what makes them assholes. But you … you’re nice.”

You felt him move away from the wall where he was leaning, his steps getting closer. He rested his hand on the metal table you were working on and you heard him say, “Kelly, Torres, you’re dismissed. Go to dinner,” It was moments like this that you remembered the difference between the two of you. You watched the two other women scurry off and you flashed him a confused look. 

He was grinning at you but there was something dark in his eyes, “We weren’t even done yet-”

“What about your baby’s Dad?” He asked which caught you off guard, “You didn’t mention him in your plan.”

You took a step to your side, creating more space, as you continued to fold uniforms, “He’s the one who gave my son to his mother. It’s hard for me to trust him so I … we’re not together right now.”

“But you want to be?” Sebastian continued, taking a step closer to you. 

“Maybe when we both have our lives together … I think I would want that,” You spoke honestly, your heart starting to pound in your chest. 

Sebastian hummed, “... What if you met someone who already had their life together? Someone who could take care of you and your son?”

You looked over him, frightened at what he might be implying, “Sebastian … what are you saying?”

He reached out, brushing a strand of your hand behind your ear. You froze but, as he leaned into you, you panicked. You pushed him away, and he fell back a step, looking up with frustration in his eyes, “I’m sorry!” You covered your mouth as your eyes widened, “I didn’t mean-”

Sebastian’s head turned to the side, “You’re saying that because you don’t want a write-up.”

“You tried to kiss me ... “

He shrugged, “You pushed an officer. That’s more than a write-up, Y/N.”

He stalked closer to you, grabbing you roughly by the arm and pulling you into him, “You wouldn’t … not after everything, right?”

“I’d do it to protect you,” He insisted, “If you got out, you’d probably run back to your boyfriend, and then what? You’d end up back in here a few weeks later.”

“You don’t even know me!” You tried to pull away from him and he only held you tighter. You were sure he was going to bruise you.

“I know enough,” He growled, pressing himself against you. He leaned down and you felt his breath tickle your ear. You cried out as he bit down on your ear and then started to place kisses there. You struggled even more, almost getting your knee high enough to nail his private parts but he slammed you against the table, “Assaulting a correctional officer, that’s a class four felony. I wonder how long they’d add to your sentence. A year? Two? How old is your son again?”

You thought your heart might stop. 

You shook your head, “O-okay, just p-please … ,” You began to beg, stuttering over your words and you felt his grip loosen a bit, “I-I’ll do what you want.”

You felt him relax and, as if he hadn’t just turned into a cruel monster, he began to kiss your neck gently. He was psychotic, you were sure of it, and you were now at his mercy. If you wanted to go home in eight months, you’d do anything he said.

You could sense how hungry was for you as he kissed your skin. You tried not to think about how handsome he was, how you’d be interested in him if he wasn’t an officer. As his lips pressed against yours, you were still and he hated that. He grabbed your hair, pulling it back and causing you to yelp, “Kiss me back,” He commanded against your lips. 

You nodded, moving your lips against his, hoping his grip on your hair would loosen and it did, “You’re so fucking beautiful,” He said, lifting you onto the metal table like you were a sack of potatoes, “Take your shirt off. And your bra.”

He started to unbutton his navy shirt as he watched you. You tried to keep your breathing steady and tears from falling as you lifted the orange top. He was already hard for you and, pretending that you were willing, was making him want you more. 

You looked away from him as you began to undo your bra. It wasn’t anything special, a boring shade of white that someone grandmother would probably wear. He didn’t seem to mind as your breasts were exposed to him. 

You noticed his muscular chest as he slipped off his uniform shirt and his white undershirt. Then, he was taking off the belt that held all the weapons they allowed him. As he dropped them to the side, he went back to ravishing you, grabbing at your breast as he kissed you.

“I’ll take care of you, Y/N,” He spoke as he started pulling at your pant bottoms. He pulled your panties with them, exposing your bare bottom to the extremely cold table, “You won’t need anyone else.”

As soon as your bottoms were off, he spread your legs open, grabbing tightly onto your thighs as he lowered his body. He pulled you to the edge of the table, his head dipping between your legs, and placing kisses on your thighs. You bit down on your bottom lip, thinking about how long it had been since anyone had touched you that way. 

He kissed all the way down your thigh until he reached your sex, then his tongue danced between your lips, licking up and down your slit. You tried to run from it but he only gripped you tighter. He lapped at your sensitive bulb and you felt your breathing getting even faster. 

You gripped the edge of the table as he easily brought you over your cliff’s edge. The moan escaped your lips, you couldn’t help it, and that only encouraged Seb, “So responsive,” He stood back up, positioning himself between your legs as he undid his zipper, reaching into his underwear to grab his hard member. 

You didn’t look down, your face already showing your embarrassment but Sebastian grabbed your face in his strong hands. He made you watch his face as he positioned himself at your entrance, sliding into you. His blue eyes narrowed into yours as he began to push himself in and out.

He let go of your face, wrapping his arm around you so that you pressed into him as he thrust into you. He wasn’t gentle for long and began to pound into you. You found yourself holding onto his bicep as claimed you fiercely. You lost track of time, track of your entire reality, as the pleasure clouded your mind.

You yelped with each thrust and Sebastian tucked his head into your neck as he grunted, “You’re. Mine. Y/N,” He moaned each word with each final thrust, before pulling out, and covering your thighs with his warm serum. He leaned against the table, breathing heavily as he placed his lips on yours once again. 

“Fuck,” He breathed, knowing he was going to enjoy you for a long while. Until your sentence was up and then he’d make sure you were his on the outside too.

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