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tahdashi · 1 year

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WHEN HIS BABY WANTS A BOYFRIEND. . .

✫ ft. dad!akaashi, osamu, sakusa, and kuroo

✫ a/n: more dad!hq hcs bc they're all i think about !!! they're all girl dads here, and i imagine their daughters to be around 4-5 years old!

✫ AKAASHI's eyes widen the second he hears his baby girl's sweet voice, her words not making it through to his head completely. keiji looks at her attentively, silence lining his lips. "why do you want a boyfriend, sweetheart?" his mind starts to race. he begins generating countless possibilities of what brought this up — perhaps he isn't giving her enough attention? he has been staying later at work... he starts thinking about how lonely she must feel at daycare as she waits for her dad to come pick her up. her little hands grab at his pant leg, pulling him out of his trance.

"i wanna wear a wedding dress!" she squeals — unlike her father, she's the most excitable ball of energy he's ever witnessed (but second to his best friend, of course). he's at a loss for words. the thought of his little angel wearing a wedding dress takes years off his life, not to be dramatic. his heart beats rapidly in his chest, and he crouches down to her level, pulling her close to his chest.

"i can get you a pretty dress, love. no need to worry about boyfriends, okay?" he consoles her, and she jumps up and down at the thought of wearing a pretty white dress. the next day, keiji picks her up from daycare with a large shopping bag. and when his baby peers over the top of the bag, she sees a big, fluffy tulle dress wrapped around a tiny crown. he kisses her round cheeks, telling her that she's always going to be his princess.

✫ OSAMU puts his spoon down gently before reaching over the table to wipe sauce off her chin. "a what?" he guffaws, not knowing if she's joking or not.

"a boyfriend!" she repeats, crossing her arms and looking up at her dad from her little seat at their dining table.

"why?"

"because," she shrugs. she goes back to eating as if she never said those heart-stopping words.

"because?" at this point, osamu's lost his appetite. there's no way his little girl who asks her papa to hold her up to the sink so she can wash her hands and sing her "clean-my-hands" song is asking for a boyfriend, of all things. she stands up on her seat and puts her hands on her hips (which is nothing new to osamu — she's always been this sassy).

"i wanna marry suna, so he has to be my boyfriend first." osamu brings his fingers to his temple, rubbing circles there before correcting her.

"uncle suna."

"suna! he said i could call him suna," she replies, playing with the animal-shaped vegetables on her plate.

a deep sigh escapes osamu's chest, and he's rubbing at his temple even faster than before. to make matters worse, she jumps off her seat and runs to her dad's room to grab his phone, hitting suna's contact on the way back to the table. watching it all go down, osamu frowns when suna greets his daughter with a "hello, miss miya~."

"hello, suna! papa thinks i'm not allowed to call you suna. can i?" suna's affirmative hum only baffles osamu more, and he can't help but smile at their odd friendship.

"alright, alright, no phones at the dinner table, missy," he grabs the phone from her little hands before hanging up on suna. she whines, but climbs back into her seat to shove a spoonful of rice into her chubby cheeks.

"see! he's gonna be my boyfriend," she chews her words. "and! i'm gonna make him pinky swear to marry me."

and with that, osamu picks up his plate and brings it to the sink, a stress vein popping along his forehead. that night, he holds her a little closer than usual, wanting her to stay this joyful forever.

✫ SAKUSA comes to a halt, stopping her in her tracks, too. his hand grasps hers just a little tighter. she looks up at him through her dark curls, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion (just like his).

"why do you want a boyfriend, angel?" his thumb runs along the back of her hand to calm himself down, really.

"my friends have boyfriends! i want one too!" her fingers tug at his tightly, urging him to keep walking towards the playground.

"oh, yeah? well, they're too young for boyfriends," kiyoomi reasons with his daughter.

"but i'm 5! that's older than before," she stomps lightly. and if it wasn't for this conversation, he'd pinch her cheeks and tell her to take a deep breath before letting her frustrations take over, but he's somewhat entertained at her thoughts. she just wants to be like her friends, and that's understandable, but the thought of her getting close to a boy makes him take a few deep breaths.

"wait 10 more years, and i'll consider letting you talk to boys," they continue to walk, and kiyoomi doesn't miss the way she rolls her eyes like he does when he's stuck in traffic. and when she starts to plead, shaking his large hand in both of her own, kiyoomi decides that a trip to the toy store can make up for his refusal. he picks out a stuffed animal for her to fill the spot she desires so badly. that night, when she cuddles her new toy instead of him, kiyoomi considers extending his condition.

✫ KUROO's laugh fills the room at her question. ("dad, can i have a boyfriend?" she had asked him with her best puppy-dog eyes after she watched an ad for a new drama on TV).

"sure you can," he pulls her onto his lap as he relaxes on the couch before bed. "but may you? no." tetsuro smiles at his own response, proud of how he handled her silly little question.

"please?" she asks, clasping her hands together and giving him sadder, rounder, cuter puppy-dog eyes.

"oh, don't do that," he tries to avoid eye contact, but she ends up laughing that cute giggle that reminds him of her first smile (he heard it one night he was trying to help her sleep, cooing at her and tracing her cheek with his finger. oh, he loves that sound so much.) "what kind of boyfriend do you want? i'll try to look for one next time i go out," he jokes, patting down her messy hair.

she beams at his words, getting up on her feet with excitement. "i want mr. spark from my TV show!"

"isn't he the bad guy?" tetsuro raises his eyebrow and holds back a toothy smile.

"but he's nice to the girl," she thinks out-loud, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"baby, that's his boss. he has to be nice to her or he'll be unemployed."

"what does that mean?" she looks at her dad with wide eyes, as if he's telling her all the hidden secrets of her favorite show.

"if he doesn't listen to her, he won't get money to buy sweets," tetsuro whispers in her ear like he's passing along confidential information. she gasps — her hands cover her mouth and she thinks for a minute.

"then i need a boyfriend who is nice to me... and buys me sweets," she concludes. tetsuro pulls her in for a hug, and she doesn't fight back like she usually does with his bear hugs.

"you're a smart girl," he whispers into her head, hoping she'll let him buy her all the sweets in the world for just a little longer.

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dickmastersfruit · 11 months

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A friend

Pairings: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: It had been two weeks of not being able to see your boyfriend after the tragic events of what happened in the upside down.

Warnings: Use of Y/N (once)

Word Count: 1.7k

You ran as quickly as your legs would let you, the red sky above rumbling as the scene of Eddie being killed unfolded in front of your eyes. No matter how hard you tried to move your legs, you couldn’t, you felt stuck.

The demo bats had flown away by the time the realization of what happened hit you. You broke yourself out of the trance and ran towards him, throwing yourself into the ground. You sat there frozen watching his body laying in the dirt. Your scream flowing through the air like wind. You could hear and feel the blood rushing to your ears as you pulled his body into your arms. Hoping, wishing that this was all a nightmare.

“Eddie please” You cried as your tears began to soak his already wet shirt.

Blood continued to spill out as you shook him. The thick red liquid painting your hands. He smiled up at you trying to use his hand to caress your cheek; but not having enough strength to guide his hand up far enough.

“No, you can’t fucking die on me. You said we were gonna be together forever” You scolded, trying to get him to stay awake.

“Sweetheart.. I need you” He began sputtering out blood.”I need you to forget about me if I don't make it out of this”.

You shook your head not wanting to hear his negative thoughts. You knew deep down he was wrong. “No” You said blatantly.

“Please” He begged. His eyes slowly faded to darkness in your hands. Your grasp onto his body fell as he became limp in your hands.

“No Eddie.. No” You screamed.

Everything went quiet. You could no longer hear your rushing heartbeat. There were no faint noises of bats screeching, no wind, no breathing. He was gone in your arms, and yet you were slowly fading with him.

Your eyes snapped open. Your breaths become less jagged as you gripped the pink sheets that adorned your bed. Your thoughts quickly surged back to Eddie. You tried to focus on the fan above, the smell of weed, and the tv still on in the living room. That horrible night is constantly replaying in your mind.

It had been almost two weeks since your friends dragged Eddie and your bodies out of the upside down. You escaped with a minor injury, but you had heard no news on Eddie. No matter how hard you tried, how often you begged the nurses to let you see him none of them budged.

Apparently you're not allowed to visit a ‘criminal’.

Today would be no different, you drove to the hospital with your hopes high that you could persuade someone to let you see him.

“Hello Mrs. Carver” You smiled at the familiar desk lady. She rolled her eyes chewing at her gum before putting the phone down, disconnecting from the person on the other side.

“I will call security now go get a life” She said harshly, before putting her thick blonde hair up into a ponytail.

“Please, I will do anything” You begged. “Will you just let me-” Again her harsh voice ripped through like glass.

“Why do you wanna see that.. Criminal”. Annoyance surged through your body, it seemed that you were the only one who had never believed he was a criminal, a freak .

A minute had passed as you stared her down. Although you knew it wasn't going to work you decided to try intimidation as your final tactic.

“Excuse me” A quiet southern voice spoke up, causing both you and the desk lady to look at the new voice.

You smiled at the newcomer, noticing his features looked familiar. Maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you as you imagined your metalhead again. You discarded the thought before looking back at the lady.

“Hello sir” She said snarkily. “Your back” She smiled letting out a condescending giggle.

He took a big breath in, probably also done with her. Yet he kept his blank stare and asked to see his nephew.

“Ok whatever, let me deal with this girl first” She smiled before facing you.

“Please, he's my boyfriend” You pleaded. “You have to let me see him”.

“No” She scolded once more.

“How do you still have your job?” You asked, giving her a blank stare. “You're a raging bi-”.

She gasped, suddenly jumping out of her chair, making multiple things fall off the small desk she sat at. “I need the police” She yelled at the police officer by the front door.

“What?” You yelled as the man sped walked toward you. “Call security not the fucking police”

You looked between the police officer and Mrs. Carver with her hands on her hips. She loves making drama.

“Oh shit” You yelled, making a b-line for the door as the man began jogging toward you. The cop had stopped running after you by the time you sunk into the seat of your car. You were out of breath and tired, and all you wanted to see was Eddie.

It really had become a last resort as you circled the back of the hospital. There were few things you knew about how Eddie was doing, you weren't sure if he was even awake. However you did know that he was in a restricted part of the hospital. Luckily, it was on the first floor.

You were very much in the open as you wandered around the outside of the hospital but at this point you were desperate.

Every few windows you peaked your head in trying to find a dark section of the hospital. A part that felt closed off.

After a while your eyes scanned a back section of the hospital. The lights were dimmed, and what looked liked only one nurse working in the area. She walked into a room before leaving not minutes later.

You knew they would keep him separated from the others, you knew that was his room. You grabbed a screwdriver from the bag you had brought. You tried to break the paint that sealed the window. Repeatedly hitting it until a crack sounded. Finally allowing you to open the creaky window. The sudden hit of cold air makes the hairs on your arms stand up as you open the window.

The realization that there was no one else who stayed in this ward of the hospital made your stomach twist. He was alone, all alone in this dark, cold hospital. With probably very little time to see Wayne, if he was even awake.

You scurried down the hallway before your shoes let out a squeak at the sudden stop. You hesitated before finally pulling the door open. You peaked your head in, looking at Eddie's quiet body.

“Eddie” You whispered, taking in his state. He was laying toward you with his eyes closed in a hospital gown covered in bandages. He was connected to multiple machines. You wanted to cry at the thought of him being here alone for the last two weeks.

His eyes snapped open before they widened “Y/N”

Tears burned at the corners of your eyes. “Eddie” You whispered again, beginning to take slow steps toward his bed. “How did you even get in here? Oh god I thought you had died or something. How is everyone else? Are they ok? What about Dust-” He rambled on before you cut him off.

“Baby” You began. “They're all fine, and I broke in” You said before smiling at him. You dropped your bag down before stepping closer to the bed.

“You broke in. That's my girl”.

He opened his arms out, signaling to you what he wanted. “I don’t wanna hurt you” You whispered.

“You won’t, trust me I feel fine” He smiled. The lie leaking through his pretty lips.

Rolling your eyes, you hesitantly get into the thin bed with him. He slowly wrapped his arms around you pulling you flush against him. His head rested into your neck, laying a kiss onto your neck.

“I’m so sorry” You whispered.

You could feel his body shift against yours. “For what, you did nothing” He cooed.

“I should have stopped you, or gone with you. I should have done something. But no, I did nothing and here y-”You began before getting cut off.

He pulled himself from your neck and his lips met yours, cutting you off. He pulled back, softly biting your lip as he met your eyes. “None of this was your fault. You did everything you could do” He looked away before meeting your eyes again. “Nothing could have stopped me” He whispered, lowering his head back into your neck.

“I'm just gonna sleep” You whispered, taking in his scent.

He chuckled, giving you one last kiss. “Go to sleep baby”.

Eddie stared at you, it felt like so long since he had seen you sleep in his arms, since he was able to kiss you. He rubbed shapes on your back trying to remember what it was like before everything went bad.

Suddenly the door opened, he began to get nervous hoping it wasn't his bitchy nurse. He released a breath as Wayne walked into the room. His eyes quickly fell onto the girl who sat in his arms.

“Oh, there’s someone here” His eyes widened. Wayne resisted a smile as he stepped closer to the sleeping couple.

Eddie knew the disturbance would wake you up eventually, he knew that you would be scared to finally meet Wayne.”She’s just a friend” Eddie blurted out wanting to put Waynes mind to rest till you could tell him together.

Your eyes began to open as the realization of another voice being in the room. You looked up to find the man from the lobby standing there.

You almost fell trying to get out of the hospital bed. “Hi” You said, finding your ground standing right in front of the man.

“Hi hon” the man stared at you.

“I didn't realize you were.. I’m guessing Eddie’s uncle” You giggled nervously.

“I’m gonna let you guys talk, um Eddie I lo- I will be back just gonna get some coffee.” You said nervously before walking out of the room.

Wayne looked at Eddie. A look that Wayne knew for a fact she was more than a friend.

“A friend,” Wayne laughed. “The girl yelled about how she wanted to see her boyfriend, I know she means more than that to you son”.

Eddie just shook his head laughing. “I wanted to make sure she was ok with me telling you, but apparently you guys already met” He exclaimed staring at the wall thinking about his girl. You.

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may-fanfic · 3 years

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Draw Me Nearer

summary: before wanda leaves for her mission, the two of you have an unforgettable night

warnings: oral sex, fingering

rating: i cannot stress this enough, 18+!!!!!!!!!

word count: 2,312

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a/n: i can’t get the idea out of my head that wanda would literally be the softest person ever during sex so i had to write about it, hope you enjoy 💕

((feel free to send in any request you may have))

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it was the night before Wanda's mission, you could tell she was nervous but tried to keep her emotions at bay as she laid in your bed. you hated the fact that you wouldn't be there for this certain mission. she had been going away for months with Steve while you were leaving with Natasha and Tony. you hated the idea of being apart from wanda for so long but you knew it was your duty and you couldn't just run away from it, as much as you wanted to.

you let out a sigh as you glanced at wanda from over your shoulder. you couldn't help but wonder how you'd get through no contact with wanda for moments, the thought of not hearing her sweet voice before bed left you with a bitter feeling. "whatcha thinking about?" you asked softly causing the girl to sit up from your bed, looking over at you.

"Just you." she sighed softly, this was really taking a toll on her. there was no way she could go months without you. she knew she'd be busy with what the mission entailed but when she was alone at night, her thoughts would wander, that's when she'd miss you the most. you were there for her ever since the death of her brother and now she wasn't sure she could cope without you.

you let out a gentle hum, crawling over to her on the bed until you were sat in her lap. "I'll be fine," you reassured, your hands moving to cup her cheeks. she leaned into them almost immediately, melting at the soft contact that she knew she'd miss dearly. "I don't know if I'll be," she confessed, her eyes watered, lips quivering gently. you frowned down at the girl as her hands snacked over your waist, holding you in place on top of her.

"I can't imagine going so many months without you." she knew she was attached to you completely, she just needed you always. her eyes snapped away from yours when a tear slipped out. she was embarrassed with herself for crying in front of you. "baby, look at me." you softly nudged the girl's chin up so she could meet your eyes once again. they were bloodshot from her crying but they still held the same spark as always. "we'll get through this... just like we always do." you assured, smiling sadly down at her. she let out a shaky breath, her frown deepening. she knew you were right but that didn't make it hurt any less.

"Just promise me you'll be careful?" her voice had some desperation laced into them, you knew all she needed was a little reassurance and you were more than happy to give it to her. "nothing is gonna happen to me, wanda." your hands moved to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her into a tight, warm hug. you were often reckless during mission and wanda would have to come to your aid more than enough times for her to worry, she just hoped Natasha and Tony would have your back the way she did.

"I'm gonna miss you." you croaked out, nuzzling your face into the nape of her neck. she sniffled lightly, her hands moving to caress your spine. "I'll miss you too." she pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder. when you pulled away from the embrace, it made her let out a groan because she could stay like that forever, she really wanted to. wanda knew she had to be up and out of the compound by the crack of dawn and she should sleep but she wanted to spend as much time with you as possible before she had to go.

you offered her a sweet smile when your gaze met hers, staring at the witch with nothing but adoration. "I love you." she let the words fall into the silence for the first time and for a second, her heart dropped because your smile flattered away and now you were staring blankly at her. "you..." you trailed off for a moment too long and wanda gulped, however, your smile resurfaced and she could breathe again. "you love me?" your eyes clouded with tears and wanda couldn't help but grin up at you as her hands moved from your back to cup your cheeks.

"of course I do, detka." the wind was knocked out of her when you crashed your lips against hers, she wasn't complaining. the kiss was rough and full of passion. it made her jaw burn with every second she kissed you back. of course, you and wanda had shared kisses before but they were always sweet, tender, and almost innocent, it was never like this. wanda could feel the desperation in you, she could feel the same in herself. you pulled away from her lips for a moment, the two of you recovering from the breathy kiss. your forehead rested against hers, taking soft deep breaths before you could speak again.

"I love you, wanda." her lips curved into a dopey smile, the thought of her leaving had been pushed so far back into her mind because this was all that mattered right now, just you and her. she leaned up, her lips catching yours once again. the kiss was much softer this time, still filled with the same passion as before. her body craved yours, she knew it. everything in the air was completely different tonight and if wanda was honest, she was completely nervous. she knew this kiss would lead to something that neither of you had yet to explore with each other but she couldn't be more excited.

her tongue glided softly against your bottom lip, almost begging for entrance and when you parted your lips, she didn't waste a moment to ease her tongue into your mouth. your hands had been gripping Wanda's cheeks while hers wrapped back around you, hugging you tightly into her body. you loved the closeness that you felt to her, it had been something so new and fresh, you couldn't help but want more. her tongue explored your mouth before her tongue caressed your own. when you moaned into her mouth, wanda felt a wave of confidence. she felt like she could take on the whole world at the moment, she'd do anything to hear you moan out like that again.

the kiss broke when Wanda tugged at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and off your body discarding it somewhere in the room. she took a moment to look over your body, letting out a soft sigh. her hand moved to cup your jaw, tilting it upwards to give her more space to leave soft open-mouthed kisses along your neck. your eyes were fluttered closed, lips parted as soft hums of approval slipped out. it wasn't until she bit down and sucked harshly did a shaky moan escape your lips. she couldn't help the way her smile grew at the sound.

you knew there would be a bruise from how hard she had been sucking on your skin but you couldn't seem to care as her kisses trailed down to the curve of your breast. your hands moved to her hair, grasping gently at her red locks. wanda grew eager, her fingers moving to gently brush off your bra straps until they hung freely, pressing kisses on the now-empty skin that was once occupied by your straps. your breathing hitched when her hands worked around your back to unclasp your bra.

wanda's eyes snapped up to yours, although your eyes were shut closed, her abrupt pause made them open, meeting her sweet gaze. you knew wanda didn't wanna push her limits but all you wanted was her so you took the initiative to shrug off your bra, tossing it aside just as she had done with your shirt moments before.

she was gentle as her hands moved to cup your breast, her lips meeting yours once again hasty. you let out a soft yelp when her teeth sunk into your bottom lip, her thumbs brushing over your nipples. the kiss was breathy and rough as she leaned forward until you were resting against the bed, the witch quickly took her place on top of you, her fingers moving swiftly to undo the strings of your sweatpants. butterflies erupted from your stomach when her hand moved down your body and into your sweatpants that now loosely hung off your waist.

wanda had been new to this all, she had only known what she liked and she only hoped that she was doing it right. when her fingers began to move against your core, a soft moan escaped your throat, jerking your hips up to meet wanda's hand, even more, wanda felt confident that she knew enough. your hands had been resting against wanda's hips so with a quick tug, her shirt was off and you were quick to lean your head up to press rough open-mouthed kisses to her neck.

her soft moans echoed through the room, her fingers moving much quicker against your core. you had expectations when it came to sleeping with wanda, you knew that she had never done it before so you really hadn't expected much but you should've known better considering the girl always worked with her hands.

you could feel a knot form in your stomach, your moans more prominent than before. wanda snuck her hand out from your pants causing you to drop your head against the mattress in frustration but that didn't last long as her soft lips moved down to press feather-like kisses to your each of your breast. before you could even melt at the feeling, her lips moved down your stomach until she had been kissing at your lower abdomen. you sucked in your breath, your hand tangling itself around her hair.

the kisses made your body grow warm as you buckled your hips up with instinct. wanda moved quickly to tug off your pants, you helped kick them off so wanda didn't need to move from her position between your thighs. you suddenly felt your cheeks warm up when wanda's eyes once again met yours. you wanted so bad to cover your face with your hands because her gaze had been so intimidating at that moment but instead, you gazed back at her, waiting eagerly for her to continue.

you were almost relieved when she did, her warm lips moving to press kisses on your core through your panties. the contact was enough to make your toes curl as her tongue began to poke out and lick up and down until she declared that the fabric was only in the way and with that, she tugged it off. the moan you let out when wanda's lips reconnected with your bare core had been embarrassingly loud.

wanda seemed like a pro as she licked and sucked on your clit, her hands moving to rest softly on your inner thighs to prevent you from closing them at all. you were a shaking mess as your hand clawed at her hand, pushing her closer to you despite her not being able to be much closer. one of her hands snuck up your body to softly grip at the hand that laid flat on the bed, intertwining her hands with yours.

she knew you had been so close and she wanted nothing more than to help you achieve your finish so she didn't think much before she used her other hand to push pass your folds, guiding them inside of you with ease. the action made you grip your hand tightly against hers, your moans louder than ever as she thrust her fingers in and out of you, her tongue working wonders at your clit.

you loved every second of it and you never wanted it to end, that feeling came crashing down when your orgasm washed over you like a wave. it was so sudden and abrupt. her fingers slowed until she deemed it necessary to pull them out. she pressed a few kisses to your core before coming up to you, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. it was pure bliss for you as wanda stared down at you, her hand moving to cup your cheek softly.

the moment had been so tender and soft but now as you stared up at her, all you could think about was her leaving, it hurt more than ever. she leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, you could taste yourself as her tongue glided against your lips. she knew nothing would come from the kiss because when she pulled away, she knew she needed to sleep soon. she'd only have a few hours of sleep before she had to get up so when you asked her if she wanted you to continue, she kindly declined, whispered that she just wanted to lay down with you for a moment.

"We don't have to go, we can just run away," she whispered out when the both of you settled down in the bed, your head resting gently against her chest. you let out a soft giggle despite knowing that wanda was completely serious, she'd go anywhere for you.

"We can't, wanda." she let out a gentle sigh, letting her head rest on top of yours. "I know," her arms tightened around you, settling into her even more. "this is just a small period in our lives," you uttered, your eyes feeling heavy when the tiredness finally kicked in. "we'll have so much more time together."

wanda knew you were right, she knew she planned on spending the rest of her life with you. she could get through a few moments if it meant spending the remainder of her days with you.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wandavision #wanda maximoff x you #wanda #wanda marvel #scarlet witch x you #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch x y/n #scarlet witch marvel

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ri-ahhh · 3 years

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Can we have some sexy time with gray that stars out rough but ends up soft and cute🥺

I’m gonna make it a continuation of this concept bc low key it’s one of my faves and yk.. why not.

Also I was gonna try to finish this on my laptop so I could put the keep reading break so I don’t clog ppls dashes but tumblr never fucking works on there and I couldn’t do it :/ sorry

A/N: hi hello just finished writing this and it turned out to be garbage but I wanted to post something for the ppl asking. If you are one of those ppl I’m sorry for this haha truly it was just the best I could do for now.

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For the first half of the ride home, Grayson’s hand doesn’t leave your thigh. You can feel the tension still brewing in him in the way his calloused fingers grip the soft, bare skin; in the heavy sighs he releases every few minutes and the sudden revs of the engine as he speeds down the highway.

His lingering frustrations at the situation that happened in the mall make you smile softly, and you interlace your fingers with the ones stroking your thigh. Eyes big and sympathetic, you bring the back of his hand to your lips. “Baby, relax,” your murmur against his skin quietly. “It’s okay. I’m fine.”

Grayson shakes his head and glances at you as he pulls your joined hands into his lap. “I fuckin hate guys like that. Can’t believe he put his hands on you.”

“He touched you?” Ethan piped up from the backseat, voice incredulous. “Oh, fuck that. If that has been K...”

The short remainder of the car ride was filled with the twins loud, enthusiastic rants about douchebag chauvinistic men who have no respect for women. It warms your heart, makes your chest fill with pride at the thought of how good your man really is. You squeeze his hand and stroke his arm gently, dragging your nails up and down the veins popping out from the stress and anger he’s both somehow releasing, but also still carrying.

The three of you make it home, and Ethan is immediately hopping out of the car with his shopping bags, eager to see his girlfriend and show her what he had bought her while she had been out with friends. Grayson’s jaw is clenched as the two of you follow his brother inside, and you make your way immediately to his room; you think you know exactly what he needs to get rid of that last bit of well-intended machismo energy he’s got in him.

Sure enough, Grayson shuts the door behind him with a little more force than he really intended, tosses all the shopping bags he had carried in for you to the ground, and wraps those strong arms around your waist in all of two seconds of the door being locked. You giggle and let him hoist you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and cupping his stubbled cheeks in your hands gently to bring your lips together.

He walks the two of you to his bed and lays you down as gently as he can while you’re still clinging to him, mouths never separating as he captures your lips over and over again in hot, relentless kisses. When your back hits the mattress, you moan softly and hitch your leg higher up his side, his hand sliding to your ass and grabbing a handful of it through your shorts.

“I need you,” he says gruffly between kisses, panting heavily. He squeezes your cheek again, and uses his grip to haul your hips closer to his while simultaneously lowering some of his weight onto you. You can feel the hard ridge of him against your center, and it makes you gasp. “Can I, please?”

“Yeah, baby,” you agree easily, almost as desperate for Grayson now as he is for you. He’s sexy and kind and good and you love him, and you imagine the scenario of some girl running her hands on those thick arms you love so much, or the swell of his abs over his shirt, and you realize the healthy possessiveness very much runs both ways. Your blood runs hot, and you slip your hands under his shirt to feel the rippling planes of his back. “Want you so bad.”

He growls, deep and primal, and you bite your lip as he sits up and whips his shirt over his head by the collar. It gets tossed blindly to the corner of his room, and you’re instantly reaching out to run your hands over all those muscles covered by soft, tan skin.

Grayson sighs and lets you indulge for a few moments, his lips quirking up at the corners for a quick second and ruining that sexy scowl as he watches you admire him.

“Fuck,” he mumbles. His big, warm hands cup your hips, and he shuffles down some as he slides your oversized shirt up so your stomach becomes exposed for him — supple skin that’s just begging to be kissed.

So he does. His lips are soft and a little wet from the kisses you had shared just a minute ago, but they’re hot and insistent as he makes his way up your torso. Goosebumps flare in their wake, and you shudder beneath his smirk. Grayson pushes your shirt up further, just beneath your bra now, fingers shifting grips from the dips of your waist to the ridges of your rib cage now.

You don’t need words to know what he wants, so you lift your arms overhead the second he bunches the shirt up past your tits. His tongue drags over your sternum once it’s thrown across the room, then he’s swiping it over the buds of your nipples peaking through the sheer mesh of your bra.

Your back arches up into him with a gasp, fingers delving into his thick hair as he grunts and tugs the cups of your bra aside to free your tits for him. Your nipples tighten even more, damp from his tongue and now completely exposed to the cool air of his room — not to mention, the way he’s looking at you right now has every nerve ending in your body excited.

His pretty hazel irises, usually so soft and comforting, are consumed now by the dark of his pupils, despite the warm sunlight shining through the window. Those smoldering eyes stay locked on yours as he ducks his head to suck your left nipple into his hot, wet mouth, his hand kneading your other breast roughly.

“Love your tits,” he huffs against you after a minute of making you writhe beneath him. His tongue trails to the center of your chest, and he nuzzles your cleavage, breathing in the sweet smell of your skin. His stubble scratches against the plush, delicate flesh there, but it’s a mere second before he’s switching breasts to give each the opposite treatment.

You lose his eyes when he shuts them to really absorbe the touch and taste of you, but you don’t mind when he smells so good and feels so familiar and uses those lips and tongue and fingers so fucking good. You whimper and clutch him even closer to you than he already is, perfectly content to have him suck at your tits for as long as he pleases. The feel of him big and heavy and warm on top of you is as relaxing as it is arousing, being so consumed by the sensations of him up top while his erection fits snugly against your pussy.

“Grayson,” you whisper desperately. He looks up at you, and you’re taken by the softness behind the desire in his gaze. He follows the tug on his hair you give to drag him up for a kiss, and you both sigh happily into one another’s mouths when they reconnect. It goes without saying that you could kiss this man forever.

You tighten your legs around his waist and and urge him to rock his hips into yours. Grayson obliges readily, a quiet grunt escaping his lips as he starts grinding into you. His hand returns to your ass, holding you against him for the perfect leverage while he sucks on your tongue and tries to find the right angle to put just the right pressure on your clit.

It’s like any moment of softness and slowness gives him time to remember what got the two of you here this afternoon in the first place, and the ravenous energy from before picks right back up. You’re definitely not complaining by the ebb and flow of everything; it only heightens your own desperation for him, to know he cares so much and wants you to the point of making you cum just from some heavy dry humping.

As if he can read your mind (or maybe you his), Grayson pulls away from the kiss and drags his free hand up your thigh, squeezes your waist, and punches your nipple on his way to grip your cheeks gently but firmly in those strong, calloused fingers. He makes sure you’re looking him dead in the eye again when he tells you in a deep, rumbly voice, “Wanna make you cum in these fucking shorts. Can you cum for me, baby?”

You nod as best you can in his grasp, shifting your head enough to slip his pointer finger into your mouth. You watch him watch you suck it, his hips pressing harder into yours as the pleasure and overall arousal turns up for both of you. His cheeks are flushed and his chain dangles between you, glinting in the sun and reflecting bright spots on the tan skin of his pecs.

A moan escapes you, vibrating around his finger before you add the middle one for a few moments, too. You let him push them down your tongue until the tips touch the back of your throat, and you pull them out with a slight gag and a seductive smile.

“Make me cum,” you murmur hotly, guiding his hand between your bodies and slipping it past your waistband — leaving the shorts with that little logo on the leg on, just as he requested. “I’m so close already, Gray. Please.”

Grayson moans himself and shifts his weight so you’re flat on your back and he’s hovering over you with a hand planted next to your pillow. He touches your pussy for the first time this whole afternoon just as you arch your back to reach beneath you and unhook your bra.

You fling the useless garment across the room and grab immediately onto his forearm by your head, the other clutching the sheets in attempts to ground yourself from the sudden surge in pleasure emanating from your clit. Grayson circles it a couple of times before sliding one, then two, fingers to the hilt.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet, baby,” he groans. You can only nod and moan, then cry out his name when he curls his fingers just right and finds your spot, like he knew right where to look and wanted to waste no time getting to it. He latches onto your neck, sucking a bruise into your pulse point while he builds that wave inside you. His fingers don’t pump in and out, but stay hooked on that spot that’s making you moan and whine, using his wrist to vary the pressure on it until you’re absolutely losing it, exploding on his hand with broken whimpers of his name.

You’re still high in the sky when he sucks his fingers in his mouth with an appreciative moan and tugs off your shorts finally, then his own, before crawling back on top of you. Naked together and still riding the lingering aftermath of that orgasm, you hum contentedly and accept the hot, desperate kiss he pulls you into.

“Wanna fuck you. Need to fuck you,” he mumbles against your lips, already reaching between you to rub the tip of his dick up and down your soaking wet folds. Even though you’re still sensitive and satisfied, almost nothing can bring you back to a stare of pure arousal like when he teases your hole like that — so close but not enough. It awakens this primal, incessant feeling of absolutely needing to be filled up, and you can’t wait anymore.

You thread your fingers through the back of his hair and arch your hips to encourage him to slip inside, which he finally does with a guttural groan.

“Fuckin give it to me, Gray,” you say once he has a steady rhythm built up. It’s not enough for either of you today, though, and you both know it. You need closer, hotter, harder, more.

Grayson looks wild, his hair sticking up in all directions from your wandering hands, eyes dark but bright, a thin sheen of sweat illuminating ever ridge and valley of muscles on his torso. He doesn’t give you much more time to look, however, as he hooks your knees over his elbows and leans down over your body.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he tucks his face against your own as he starts pounding, his balls slapping against you ass with every hard thrust. The angle is catching you just right and the sharp, pleasurable pain of his teeth sinking into your collarbone only brings everything to a new level. His quiet but audible grunts and moans float right to your ear, the best sounds in the world as he delivers exactly what you asked for.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whine, digging your nails into the sinews of his back. Grayson keeps driving into you with renewed purpose, absolutely set on getting you there again with nothing more than his cock.

“Yes, baby, please,” he begs, groaning loudly when he feels you start to clamp down on him. “That’s it... all over my dick... pussy feels so goddamn good.”

You should be sleepy and beyond satisfied at this point, but his heated words make you want to absolutely ravage him. With that, there’s the glow only a couple of amazing orgasms from the man you love can make you feel that fills your chest. So when you’re able to voluntarily move your limbs again, you push back on his chest so he has to stop sucking sweet little kisses into the collumn of your neck. He looks at you a little confused, but you just smile gently and keep putting pressure against him until he ends up on his back.

You settle between his tattooed legs and admire the way his dick lies flat against that solid tummy of his, glistening with your juices. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you take him in your hand to guide his throbbing length between your kiss-swollen lips.

You suck your cum off his skin, humming in satisfaction while you watch him lay back with one hand behind his head and the other petting your hair gently.

“Love your dick,” you say before sucking the leaking tip into your mouth. “Only want yours, baby. Just made me cum so hard...” you trail off with a wanton moan, then get to work sucking him off for real. His eyes fall shut and his fingers work deeper into the loose strands of your hair for a firmer grip. You roll his balls in your palm, pulling out all the tricks you know he loves to get him there as well as he did for you. “Mine.”

He guides you deeper with the hand on your head, never pushing more than he know you’re willing to take; he loves the tangible feeling of that sweet mouth sucking him off, taking him as far down your throat as you can. You make it sloppy for him, letting all the drool and saliva coat his shaft until it’s dripping down his balls. You lift off him with a gasp and massage the slick into his skin before ducking down and sucking them one at a time into your mouth for a tongue bath while you jerk his dick off above you.

You can hear the hitch in his breath, see the short heaves of his chest when you follow the pressure he pulls on your hair in silent request to get you to suck him again. All signs point to him being about to bust, but you want more than his cum in your mouth.

You hurry to mount him, smiling when you catch his look of surprise. He moans as you sink down on him, and you pick up his hands to interlace your fingers for intimacy and leverage.

“Cum inside me,” you tell him, bouncing on him so your tits jiggle for him.

Grayson watches as long as he can, holding out until his eyes roll back and his fingers dig into the backs of your hands as he fills you up with deep, drawn-out moans. You grin in satisfaction, happily obliging him when he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you down so your chests are flush together.

You hum as he comes down and pepper kisses across his jaw, his nose, his closed eyes. Any bit of that handsome face you love so much that you can reach with your lips gets a sweet peck. Grayson sighs and lets you keep going until he’s gripping your hips and lifting you off his softening cock.

“Sorry if I got too caveman,” he mumbles tiredly after a few moments. “I just love you.”

You shake your head and bury your grin into his neck. “No need to apologize. Actually, I can’t wait to go back to that store with you. I still want those leggings.”

“Fuck off.”

#this is def one of the worst things ive written in a while #pls feel free to ignore it #i might try to rewrite eventually i just didnt think i could do #better than this at this point #ugh sorry #dolan twins #grayson dolan #blurb #g blurb

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Shadows of the Moon

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summary: Prince Eugene of the Dark Kingdom never had anyone there for him growing up. When one of the knights has a child, he takes it upon himself to always be there for him. The two of them grow up like brothers, and they find a connection to a "normal" life through each other.

note: for Eugene Appreciation Week 🥰

AO3

When Prince Eugene first heard that one of the Brotherhood Knights was going to be a father, he was far from excited. Having a baby in the castle didn’t seem ideal to him. All it meant was that there was going to be some snotty little blob crying and making messes all the time.

But when Quirin introduced baby Varian to him, Eugene immediately felt a connection to the child. As crazy as the kingdom was sometimes, he felt calm knowing that there was someone he could connect with. They weren’t technically related, but the Prince immediately saw the child as a little brother, and silently swore he would do everything in his power to make him feel safe.

Of course, there wasn’t much a ten-year-old could do to help an infant. Eugene decided he would leave the protection to Varian’s parents, and he and Varian could just be each other’s connection to normalcy.

When Eugene was bored, he liked to go into Varian’s nursery and read him Flynnigan Rider stories. He was pretty sure the baby didn’t understand a word he was saying, but he still liked the audience. Besides, Varian would babble along when Eugene got to an exciting part of the story, so maybe he was entertained by it.

“The monster tried to sniff out Rider’s scent among the forest, hunting for his next catch. The rogue was unphased, of course, and ducked into a cave to hide from the beast,” Eugene read, adding in dramatic movements as he read. Varian gurgled from his crib, and Eugene smiled.

“That’s not even the best part!” he said. “Once the terrifying monster left, Rider ventured deeper into the cave to find more gold than he had ever seen!”

Varian gasped and flailed his arms. Eugene grinned. He stood up and leaned in closer to the crib. “And of course, there was the time Flynn ran from the ferocious mob! He launched himself up and onto a dragon... . ” He lifted Varian up and onto his shoulders. He made sure to hold the kid tightly so he wouldn’t fall, then ran around the room as he squealed in delight. “And he rode the dragon for miles until he was back home!” Varian babbled and stuck his arms up from his place on Eugene’s shoulders. Eugene spun around, then lifted him off his shoulders and back into the crib. Varian was bouncing excitedly, babbling nonsense with a smile on his face.

Eugene beamed down at him. Even though Varian was only 6 months old, spending time with him was the best part of the day. The kid was a bright light in the middle of the Dark Kingdom.

By the time Varian turned 1, everyone in the castle had all but accepted that he and Eugene had a connection. Eugene had spent years growing up with no other kids in the castle, but now he finally felt like he had a little brother. The two were inseparable, much to the annoyance of some.

“Your Highness,” Hector grumbled. “You can’t continue to do things like this. You’re royalty, you can’t constantly be up to these… things.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the young prince said. Hector pointed at the child on Eugene’s shoulders, who was tugging on his hair and causing it to skew in every direction. “Oh him? He’s just my new advisor, he has to be with me at all times.”

Hector ran his hand down his face. “He’s a one-year-old, he’s not your advisor.’

“Oh yeah? Let’s see what my advisor has to say about that. Varian?”

Varian yelped and kicked his legs, making noises for a few seconds while Eugene listened intently, nodding along as if he was reciting important proverbs. “Go!” Varian said, reaching his arms forward.

“Well, you heard my advisor,” Eugene shrugged. “Maybe next time, Hector.” He grabbed onto Varian’s legs and dashed down the hallway, leaving Hector to regret his career choice. He heard the knight mutter something under his breath about how he couldn’t wait until the prince grew tired of spending all his time with a child, but Eugene ignored him.

Once Varian learned to walk and talk in full sentences, Eugene thought it was even more fun to spend time with him. He was full of energy, unlike everyone else he had to interact with in the kingdom. Everyone always acted like life was a burden they were forced to bear, but Eugene wanted to stay young and full of life forever.

The only problem was that once Eugene was 14, there were even more expectations put on him as the prince. He was told to conduct himself properly at all times, and he couldn’t get away with the excuse of being a kid anymore. He was called into his father’s office one day and was met with his usual cold gaze.

“The King and Queen of Corona will be visiting today, so I expect you to be on your best behavior,” Edmund said. He was sitting at his desk, his back straightened and his chin held high. Eugene stood on the other side of the desk, feeling uncomfortably still.

Eugene nodded. “Got it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not going to embarrass us in front of our visitors?”

“No.”

Edmund looked his son up and down. “Good. They’ll be here in two hours, make sure you’re ready.”

Eugene nodded again, then turned around and left his father’s office. He sighed quietly after shutting the door, glancing back at the room. Ever since Eugene’s mom died, Edmund was never sure how to talk to his son, and every conversation made that clear. He felt like he had been raised by knights and maids, and every interaction with his father was like a formal business transaction.

He had barely taken 2 steps away from the room before Varian, ever the bundle of energy, ran up to him with a huge grin on his face. “Eugene!” he called out. “Wanna play Flynnigan Rider?”

The prince frowned. “I can’t, we have guests coming in a couple of hours and I just told my father I would be on my best behavior.”

Varian blinked. “Well, the guests aren’t here yet.” Eugene hesitated, and Varian stepped closer and gave his best “kicked puppy” eyes. “ Pleeeeease?”

“Fine,” he said with a grin. “But only for a bit, okay?”

“Okay!” the boy said brightly, then dashed away, gesturing for Eugene to follow him.

They grabbed wooden swords and started reenacting their favorite scenes from the Flynn Rider books. Time started to get away from them; it could have been 10 minutes or 10 hours and they wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

“I’ve got you surrounded, Rider!” Eugene bellowed, pointing his sword at Varian as they chased each other down the halls of the castle.

“Ah, I see your point ,” Varian said. "But you'll have to try harder than that!" He ducked under the sword and slid under Eugene’s legs, making his escape.

“You’re not getting away that easily!” he yelled. He chased after the kid, and Varian screeched happily as he ran away.

“Get back, foul beast!” he yelled. Eugene grabbed him by the torso and lifted him up as both of them dissolved into giggles.

“I’ve got you now, Flynnigan!” Eugene said.

“That’s what you think!” Varian replied, trying to squirm out of the older boy’s grasp and knocking them both onto the floor. They wrestled on the ground between giggles until Varian managed to slip out and dash away.

Eugene lifted himself to his feet and tried to chase after the boy before almost colliding with someone else. His entire body tensed as he met eyes with the Queen of Corona, who had been there and had seen him playing with a 5-year-old.

“Your Majesty, hi, um, sorry,” he mumbled, dusting himself off. He was pretty sure his father would have a heart attack if he had seen the way Eugene was conducting himself. “Uh, welcome to the kingdom?”

Much to Eugene’s surprise, the Queen just smiled warmly at him. “Your hair got a little messed up,” she said simply, reaching out to fix it.

“Uh…”

“No need to make your father think there’s a problem here, right?” she added with a wink. Eugene chuckled nervously.

If he had learned one thing from his father, it was how to read someone from their eyes. The Queen had an amused look on her face, but her eyes looked sad. “Are you alright?” he asked carefully.

She smiled again and looked down, waving her arms dismissively. “I’m fine, I just… I’ve always wanted a kid. And seeing you two made me think...” she trailed off, then cleared her throat uncomfortably.

His heart sunk. He remembered hearing about what happened to the Princess of Corona years ago. The Queen had lost a daughter, he couldn’t blame her for being sad. “I-I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I know how you feel, my mom…”

The Queen shook her head and put her hand on his shoulders. “It’s okay, there’s no need for all that.”

He looked up and smiled at her. The sound of quick footsteps broke their moment, and Varian appeared beside them seconds later. “Eugene- oh. Hi,” he said, looking up at the Queen with wide eyes.

“Varian, this is Queen Arianna of Corona,” Eugene said. The Queen waved down at him, and Varian waved back.

“Hi, Varian, you’re Quirin’s son, right?” she said. Eugene was a little surprised that she knew the names of the knights of the Dark Kingdom, but it made sense that she would be kind and attentive enough to know everyone. “I’m about to go see him, would you like to come with me?”

Varian nodded, and the Queen bent down to pick him up. Varian welcomed it, wrapping his arms around her neck as she rested him against her hip. “Bye, Eugene!” Varian waved. Eugene waved back.

The Queen met Eugene’s eye and smiled softly. “I’m supposed to be seeing the royal family of the Dark Kingdom for the first time today in five minutes, I will see you then,” she said with a short nod. Eugene smiled back at her, and she turned to walk away.

Eugene knew that not everyone would be as understanding of his and Varian’s games as Queen Arianna was. Over the next few years, the two of them would make sure to only pull their dumb shenanigans when no one important was around.

Besides, everyone was saying Eugene was too old to be doing that kind of thing. What they didn’t understand was that he was doing his best to give Varian a normal childhood. Neither of them got to experience true “normal,” but the least Eugene could do was make sure the kid was happy despite everything.

As Eugene grew up, he was expected to learn more about the kingdom. By the time he was 18 years old, he had gotten sick of hearing about the history of kingdom tragedies, mostly regarding the Moonstone.

“One of these days, you’re going to be king. You have to be prepared for whatever the Moonstone will do,” Edmund told him. Eugene glanced at the perpetually-closed door of the chamber holding the Moonstone.

“Why don’t we just destroy it?” he asked. His father narrowed his eyes, and he swore he could hear the Moonstone buzzing louder than it was before.

“Generations of your ancestors have tried and failed to destroy it. Now we simply leave it alone and smooth over the disasters as best we can. That’s all we can do, end of discussion.”

Eugene watched Edmund walk away, holding his head high like a king. Once he was out of earshot, he groaned to himself and kicked the door. Stupid Moonstone, causing problems all over the kingdom. And his father wouldn’t even think about finding a solution to the problem. Why did he insist on ignoring it?

“Eugene!” Varian yelled as he scurried toward him, snapping Eugene out of his thoughts. “Check this out!”

The boy had gotten a chemistry kit for his ninth birthday and was spending all his time with it. He had a new fascination with everything about science, and Eugene couldn’t believe he was having trouble keeping up with a nine-year-old.

Varian poured one chemical into another, and it fizzled then turned blue. Eugene watched it carefully, waiting for something to happen, but nothing else came. He looked up at Varian, who had a huge grin on his face and was looking expectantly at Eugene. “Oh, uh, cool! Your experiments are really coming along, Var.”

He beamed, practically bouncing up and down with excitement over his chemicals. “Adding one compound into another completely changes the components of the element! Isn’t that cool?”

“Sure!”

Varian rambled about his chemicals for a bit longer as Eugene tried his best to listen, then the kid suddenly stopped himself. “What’s that buzzing sound?”

“I think it’s the Moonstone,” Eugene shrugged. “It just got louder while I was talking to my dad.”

Varian’s eyes widened excitedly. “Let’s check it out!” He strutted towards the door and put his hand on the handle, almost opening it before Eugene grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back.

“Hold it, kiddo. We can’t go in there, it’s dangerous, remember?”

“All the Moonstone ever does is sit there, why is it so dangerous to go in?”

Eugene paused, then shrugged. “It just is, I don’t know. Either way, there’s probably nothing interesting in there.”

Varian scrunched up his face at the door. Eugene could tell he wanted to go in, and honestly, he wanted to too. But he knew that it wasn’t worth the trouble they would get in if they went in. “Hey, how about we check out some more of your chemicals? I’m sure there’s plenty of things you haven’t combined yet, right?” he suggested.

Varian brightened back up and nodded. “Yeah! You’re right, there’s a lot more science to discover!” he said, taking Eugene’s arm and dragging him towards the door, the Moonstone completely forgotten about.

If the Moonstone was as dangerous as his father suggested, there was no way Eugene was letting Varian anywhere near it. It was not worth the risk of him getting hurt. He had sworn to himself years ago that he would protect the kid with everything he had, and no magic rock was going to change that.

Eugene was 24 when the rocks started appearing everywhere. Black rocks had been common his whole life, but it was getting much worse. Homes were being destroyed left and right, and no one could stop them.

He didn’t know if he could sit through another meeting where everyone’s only solution was to relocate civilians. He wanted to scream that these were all temporary solutions, and they needed to find a way to stop the rocks instead of relocating people every other day.

“You’re relocating people again ?” Eugene yelled as he threw open the door of his father’s office.

Edmund’s hardened gaze fell on him. “I know you want to find another way, but I’ve told you there is no other way. These are the kind of decisions you’ll have to make when you’re king,” he said simply.

“But there has to be something else to do! Why aren’t we finding the root of the problem?”

“We already know that the root of the problem is the Moonstone, but there’s just nothing to do about it.”

“‘Nothing to do about it’?” he shouted, slamming his hand on the desk in front of him. “You won’t even try to do anything about it!”

“There’s nothing to be done!” Edmund shouted back, standing up to meet his son’s eye level. “I’ve told you time and time again that the Moonstone cannot be destroyed!”

“How could you possibly know that? You won’t even let me get close to it!”

“Because I won’t lose you the same way I lost your mother!”

Eugene’s mouth immediately snapped shut. He stared into his father’s eyes. He looked… lost. But that didn’t stop Eugene’s heart from racing as thoughts ran back and forth in his head. His face felt numb, and he couldn’t form the words that were on the tip of his tongue. Edmund sighed to break the silence and sat back down. “I just want to protect us, son.”

“What do you mean by that?” he asked quietly when he found his voice. “You said she died of a sickness.”

Edmund shook his head. “She didn’t. She tried to destroy the Moonstone, and… the Moonstone had other ideas.”

“The Moonstone killed her,” Eugene whispered. His hands tightened into fists and his eyes were trained on the floor. His nails were digging into the palm of his hand, but he didn’t even notice.

“Yes,” Edmund said weakly.

“And you never told me? You didn’t think I would want to know how my mother died?” he spat, his voice slowly rising.

“I couldn’t tell you the truth about the Moonstone, I just needed you to know it’s dangerous . ”

“You couldn’t tell me the truth. You let me believe a lie for years because you ‘couldn’t tell me the truth.’”

“Son, I’m not the bad guy in this story, you know that.”

“Don’t call me son,” Eugene said coldly. “What have you ever done to be able to call me your son?”

He didn’t bother letting him answer. He practically ran out of the room and stormed as far away as he could from the king. He didn’t know where his feet were taking him, he just knew he had to get as far from that office as possible.

He slowly came up with an idea as he marched down the hallways of the castle. He threw open the door to the room he had gone to countless times and walked in. Varian jumped as the door to his lab was slammed open. “Hey, Eugene. You look… unhappy.”

“Yeah,” he grumbled. “You want to go see the Moonstone?”

Varian blinked in surprise. “Really? What about your dad?”

“I don’t care what he thinks. Are you in or not?”

Varian bit his lip, waiting for some kind of explanation. Eugene was breathing heavily, and he had anger etched into every corner of his face. Varian wasn’t sure what to do, but he knew from his expression that Eugene was about to do something dumb, and Varian took it upon himself to make sure he didn’t. “Okay, I’m in.”

“Good.” Eugene grabbed the boy’s arm and practically dragged him away from the lab. Varian tripped over his feet to try to keep up with the determined prince, but Eugene paid no attention to him. His only focus was getting to the Moonstone.

“So, uh, why the change of heart?” Varian asked.

“He’s been lying to me about everything. Now I don’t care what he wants for me, I’m seeing this Stone even if it kills me.”

Varian frowned. “...is it going to kill you?”

“Maybe. Probably not, though.”

Varian was about to object when they arrived at the door of the Moonstone Chamber. Eugene looked at the door with a sense of determination he had never felt before. Without another word, he threw open the doors and came face to face with the Moonstone. He stepped in, not checking to see if Varian was still behind him.

He was still behind, of course. He didn’t want Eugene to go in alone. Not to mention, he had wanted to see the Moonstone for years, too. It had always been forbidden for them to go into the Moonstone Chamber alone, so neither of them ever got the chance to get a good look at it. He looked at the rock in question, glowing softly from its black cage.

Now that they were in the Chamber, they had no idea what they were doing anymore. They had heard the horror stories about the Moonstone, but it didn’t look that scary. It was just floating there. Varian had half-expected it to be a giant murder machine, but it was just a tiny gem.

Eugene took a step closer, and the light it was emitting got subtly brighter. He stopped in his tracks, looking at the Stone.

This was the last thing his mom ever saw. He wondered if the Moonstone was glowing as softly and quietly as it was now, or if it was more… dramatic . It just seemed sad now. He stood still for a moment and watched the Moonstone floating alone in the cage.

“Eugene?” Varian said softly. Eugene turned around and looked back at Varian.

“That’s all I needed,” he said, walking back to the door. He pushed it open and walked out of the Moonstone Chamber.

Varian trailed behind him, his eyebrows knit together as he watched the prince. “Are you okay?”

Eugene paused, then nodded. “Yeah. Let’s get back to your lab, you said you’re working on something cool, right? Flynnoleum?”

“Yeah,” Varian said slowly, not wanting to change the subject so quickly. But clearly, his friend didn’t want to talk about this now. “Yeah, if it works right, I can get hot running water to the whole kingdom.”

“Cool,” Eugene responded, his voice barely steady. “Let’s go check it out.”

Ever since that day, everything was the same, but nothing was the same.

They both went back to their lives like usual. Eugene continued to go to meetings to learn about the problems in the kingdom, and Varian continued to work on his experiments. Eugene still spent all his free time in Varian’s lab, watching the kid performing experiments that Eugene didn’t entirely understand. All he did to make himself useful was pass beakers when he was told to. Just like before.

But there was still a weight on both of their shoulders as if something had changed. They learned more about the tragedies of the Moonstone, and they finally understood the burdens their kingdom had borne for centuries. They were each other’s lifeboats in the chaos of what Eugene not-so-lovingly called “The Disaster Kingdom.”

It had been 2 years since they had first visited the Moonstone together, and things had only gotten worse in the kingdom. More rocks were devastating the citizens’ lives every day and no one could stop it. Eugene stopped trying to find solutions, and instead went out and helped as many people as he could in the relocations.

He stayed distant from his father. They talked when they had to, but never more than that. He didn’t mind, though. He had never had a close relationship with Edmund before, at least now they both finally had an excuse.

But one day, everything changed.

Varian knew something was wrong when Eugene didn’t come to visit his lab at the end of the day. He searched through the castle to look for some sign of where the prince went.

His heart dropped when he saw the door of the Moonstone Chamber was standing ajar. He poked his head in to see Eugene standing on the walkway. He was staring at the stone with Adira’s Shadowblade gripped tightly in his right hand.

“Eugene?”

He didn’t turn around to face Varian. He didn’t move at all. “Someone died today.”

“What?”

“Someone died today,” he said again. “A rock shot up into their home and killed her.”

“Oh,” Varian said quietly. “Was it someone you knew?”

“No, but it was someone with a home and a family. And now she’s gone, and her family doesn’t have her anymore. All because of the Moonstone.”

Varian fell silent and looked at the Moonstone. He could have sworn it was glowing brighter than it was last time he saw it.

“I’m going to destroy it.”

Varian’s eyes widened. “You can’t! It’ll kill you!”

Eugene made a noise that sounded like a half-laugh, half-scoff. “It’ll kill me? Just like it’s done to everyone else for the entire history of the kingdom?” he said bitterly. The Moonstone began to hum louder at his words. “It’s already killing people. I’m done just sitting back and hoping it’ll stop.”

“Eugene, there’s got to be a better way to help everyone than walking into death!”

“If you know a better way, I’m all ears! But as far as I can tell, no one can do anything. And apparently, I’m the only one that cares.”

“I care too! I just don’t want to lose you like this.”

Eugene’s shoulders tensed for a moment then fell back down. “That’s not my problem.” He took a step closer to the Moonstone, and it started to shine even brighter.

“Isn’t this the exact same thing that killed your mom?” Varian shouted.

That made him stop. Eugene finally turned around, his eyes narrowed and his hands shaking. He raised the sword at his side and pointed it directly at Varian. “Don’t you dare talk about my mother,” he hissed. Behind him, the Moonstone shot out a burst of light. “You don’t know anything about her.”

“I know enough to know that this could kill you!”

“It doesn’t matter, as long as I can destroy this stupid rock.”

He turned back around and continued his walk towards the Moonstone. It glowed harsher with every step he took, the light almost blinding by the time he was right next to it. Varian’s lip quivered as he watched the closest thing he ever had to a brother drawing his sword and holding it above his head.

“Eugene, wait!” he cried out. Eugene snapped his head to glare at Varian. The kid cleared his throat and took a hesitant step forward. “I… I love you. You’ve always been like family to me, and I- I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Eugene’s face softened, and so did the light emitting from the Moonstone. He slowly lowered the sword to give his full attention to Varian. “Kid, I’m-”

Before he could finish the thought, the Moonstone shot up from the cage like an arrow and floated in midair for a split second. The next thing he knew, it flew to Eugene’s chest, causing him to gasp and fall backward.

“Eugene!”

“Stay back!”

He clutched his chest and tried to claw it away to no avail. It dug deeper in his chest, and he folded in on himself. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly to distract from the burning the Stone was causing as it embedded itself into his skin. He felt Varian’s hand on his shoulder, but he pushed him away. He held his hand out to force the kid to keep a distance. He had no idea what was about to happen, and he didn’t know what he would do if Varian got hurt.

He felt extremely dizzy and his ears were rushing. His eyes were still shut and he couldn’t hear a thing, all he knew was that the Moonstone was searing his chest. He had no idea what was going on around him or to him. It felt like hours, but it couldn’t have been much longer than a minute.

Is this what his mom felt like right before she died?

A rock shot up right next to him, and he reached out to lean on it, desperately trying to catch his breath. The pain was starting to subside and he opened his eyes slowly. He blinked a few times as Varian came into focus in front of him. The kid’s face looked horror-stricken, but thankfully he seemed unscathed. “Kid?”

“You- your- you look-” Varian stuttered.

Eugene looked down and saw that the clothes he had been wearing had been replaced with pitch-black armor made from the rocks, with spikes protruding from the shoulders. The Moonstone had settled into place on his chest. His hair was pitch black, too, the same color as the black rocks across the kingdom.

“Well, that’s… new.”

#got team awesome on the brain wheeeeeeeeeee #originally this was just going to be the two of them vibing in the dark kingdom #but it kinda grew from there lol #eugene appreciation week #tangled #my writing #fanfic #varian #eugene #tangled the series #eugene fitzherbert #team awesome #dark kingdom au

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Yaoyorozu, Hawks, Bakugou, Amajiki, Dabi, Mirko & Geten with a Genderfluid S/O:

If you want any characters adding here or to anything else I write, just drop me a comment or an ask!

Momo Yaoyorozu:

☿ It was hard enough for you to acknowledge your own gender- fully understanding it was a different topic - so coming out to Momo was going to be tough.

☿ Really tough.

☿ She was a lovely girl and a wonderful girlfriend.

☿ But could you really expect her to be supportive of something so complex?

☿ Your gender fluctuated a lot - sometimes you'd feel distinctly outside the binary, and sometimes you'd feel more masculine, or more feminine.

☿ You hadn't noticed this until recently; you rarely gave gender a second thought.

☿ Looking at yourself in the mirror and questioning everything that felt a little off, you'd figured that maybe you just wanted to feel special, a little different.

☿ So you researched. A lot.

☿ You had a system that no-one understood because you were still deep in the closet: a different coloured strand/extension in your hair (on one side only) that stood out but was never questioned.

☿ Red = Feminine, Purple = Non-Binary, Blue = Masculine, Green = Third Gender/Multigender.

☿ Coming out was a decision you spent countless nights debating.

☿ No-one 'deserved' to know, it was really nobody's business…but being gendered correctly 100% of the time did sound nice.

☿ Deep breaths, and positive thoughts.

☿ "I identify as…no, I am genderfluid. You, eh…you should probably know that."

☿ This sweet, precious thing was confused at first.

☿ But you explained it:

☿ "Sometimes I'll feel more masculine, more like a boy, sometimes feminine, neither or both/all genders? I'm still wrapping my head around it too, but eh…it can change a lot. Sometimes a few times a day. Um…sometimes one gender will stick for a while. That's why figuring it out can be…confusing. But it's also enlightening, uh…kinda nice, warm, y'know?"

☿ Instantly says she understands and supports you.

☿ Expect a flurry of hugs and kisses.

☿ Acts like a very proud girlfriend.

☿ Pays extra attention to your hair - never wants to get anything wrong.

☿ If she does, she'll apologise immediately and reprimand herself.

☿ Go easy on her, she'll be an utter mess.

☿ Overall, her love for you is unconditional, and she makes sure that you know she's sorry.

"You shouldn't ever have to be scared to explain who you are."

Keigo Takami/Hawks:

☿ Keigo knew something was amiss.

☿ You'd been dating for two years, and although he never pried, he couldn’t help noticing the way you'd suddenly become uncomfortable when someone addressed you, or when you stayed in one set of clothes for too long.

☿ It wasn’t always the same, and he just figured it was anxiety and general insecurities coming to the surface.

☿ So he held you closer, wrapped you in his wings and fussed over you for hours (or however long his job would allow).

☿ He didn’t have a lot of time to consult the internet.

☿ He also didn’t want to pressure you into revealing anything.

☿ But now, the topic was unavoidable.

☿ You'd broken down, crying and mumbling to yourself when you thought he couldn’t hear you.

☿ He finds you kneeling in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom.

☿ Rushes to your side in an instant.

☿ "What did the mirror do to you, dove?"

☿ Very, very worried, feathers shaking around you.

☿ Defensive birb, ready to protect you from that loathsome mirror.

☿ "I-I look so…so girly today! It's awful! My chest, and…and…I don’t have a binder, and I…"

☿ Doesn't understand, but is determined not to worsen your mood.

☿ "Hey, look at me. What are binders, and where would we get one?"

☿ He places both hands on your cheeks, and you lean into him.

☿ "They're…they flatten your chest, um…sports bras and binders…I-I've never bought one, so I don’t know…"

☿ He nods. "Do you wanna come with me to look for one?"

☿ You're perplexed - shouldn’t he be weirded out by this?

☿ He laughs, and somehow, it warms your heart. "I just want you to be happy. I'd do anything to make that happen, angel. You might need to explain all this to me, though. I'm a newbie, after all."

☿ He takes physical notes - nothing will catch this man out.

☿ If someone misgenders you, he'll correct them immediately.

☿ If someone acts ignorant or spiteful, he'll 'politely' tell them how to adjust their attitude, and how to address people outside the gender binary.

☿ I.e, respect them even if you don't have a complete grasp on their identity, and never, ever misgender or marginalise them.

"You are yourself, not how others perceive you."

Katsuki Bakugou:

☿ You decided to use pronoun badges. There were some awesome-looking designs out there, and you'd been feeling a little more confident lately. It couldn’t hurt to clue your classmates in, right? Plus, you supposed Katsuki ought to know…he was your boyfriend, after all. He'd definitely be pissed if he discovered this a few years down the line, rage about you not placing enough trust in him, and it'd be a huge mess…

☿ You'd never interrogated him on LGBTQ+ issues, so you weren't sure how he'd take your news; he wasn’t always the most accepting (Midoriya & the quirkless community being obvious testaments to that).

☿ Needless to say, instead of being confused, he was frustrated. Why was he with someone who didn’t even know their correct pronouns? He pointed it out, very matter-of-fact.

☿ When your dazzling smile suddenly dropped, he became concerned. Was he the idiot after all? Why did he upset you? What in the Nine Circles of Hell possessed him to do that?? He didn’t even say anything bad! All he mentioned was…

☿ Oh. Shit.

☿ This boy isn't accustomed to apologising, so don’t expect it to flow naturally. He’ll try, because he loves you, but he won't keep eye contact for very long and he'll recant every few seconds.

☿ This perceived insincerity only masks his guilt, though. He’ll beat himself up for years, unless you stop him. This boy has no chill. He's always the first to go off on people when they disrespect or degrade you, so he's gotta make amends in some way, right?

☿️ Honestly, if there are any pronoun badges with really cool or pretty designs, he'll buy them for you. He'll also get for himself, to prove his acceptance and solidarity. He won't ever allow you to feel alone again. He's more than okay with your identity - it changes absolutely nothing about you. If anything, it gives you a sense of completion. He's here for that, 100%.

☿️ You better believe he'll fight for your rights.

☿️ If there's any hate/intolerance directed at you, he'll explode. Quite literally.

☿️ You'll be tasked with ensuring no-one dies. Unless you want them to, of course.

☿️ They'll deserve it.

☿️ Katsuki is very perceptive, so when he gets to grips with it, he'll most likely notice every indication (however subtle) of a gender change. He'll carry spare pronoun badges around, just in case you lose yours.

☿️ Secretly, he's swimming in pride.

☿️ He's kinda like 'Yeah, that's my awesome partner! Look how cool they are, flaunting their pronouns like that, all confident and happy!'

☿️ This boy adores the ever-loving shit out of you. He hates reflecting on the day you came out, because he handled it so poorly at first. Thankfully now though, you're more secure.

"Gender doesn't matter. I'm gonna be a hero, not a hater."

Tamaki Amajiki:

☿️ (Y/n) wasn’t a dead name, but sometimes the very mention of it made your skin crawl.

☿️ It was a gift from your parents, so you wanted to keep it.

☿️ But it was a very gendered name - you couldn’t escape that.

☿️ So you decided on a few more - ones both your mind and heart adored.

☿️ The names corresponded to different gender identities, and although you weren't out just yet (though you planned to be shortly), they gave you the fluffiest feeling.

☿️ Because you hadn't come out, you didn’t bother making it easy for people - no different coloured bracelets, rings or anything to highlight your gender at the time.

☿️ In your heart, you knew who you were.

☿️ Still…everything seemed tied to the binary - official documents, school, the chatter of other students…you'd seen and heard it all.

☿️ These people didn’t accept non-conformists.

☿️ So why should Tamaki?

☿️ Sure, he was kind-hearted, heroic…amazing, but what would he do? What would he say, when you finally came out? You couldn’t remain in the closet forever.

☿️ No way that was happening! You were human too, your feelings mattered! Surely you were allowed to voice your truth…

☿️ Tamaki loved you.

☿️ He'd be accepting…right? Memorising some more names and pronouns shouldn’t be so tricky.

☿️ To minimise discomfort for both of you, you chose to explain things in his room.

☿️ He got really nervous at first - he thought you wanted to break up.

☿️ Boy was sweating profusely, coming up with all sorts of counter-arguments in his head. He really, really loved you.

☿️ "(Y-Y/n)-"

☿️ "Um, could you maybe call me (O/n) today? It's an…off-spectrum day."

☿️ Cue more confusion than Momo.

☿️ He'll ask about it in a really gentle voice - being anxious himself, he can easily pick up on other people's signs.

☿️ "Basically…my gender's fluid, so…you know how 'sex' is biological and 'gender' is a sense of identity? Well, sometimes I align with my birth sex, sometimes I don't. Today is…one of those days."

☿️ He'll hold your hand while he listens, squeezing it periodically to reassure you.

☿️ Now it's your turn to question the strength of your relationship.

☿️ This boy's love is deep, though; he cares way too much to let anything come between you.

☿️ Plus, nothing about you has actually changed.

☿️ You've just come into yourself, gained more comfort in who you are.

☿️ Tells you how proud he is.

☿️ Asks you to let him know when you sense your gender change, so he never calls you by the wrong name or pronouns.

☿️ It's They/Them today, but who knows about tomorrow? Or even an hour from now?

☿️ Finds gender-neutral compliments and nicknames, and does a ton of research.

☿️ Has an entire script in his head - if you want to come out but can't speak for yourself, Tamaki will push aside his anxiety and recite the words he's practiced a million times.

"You've finally found yourself - only change if it feels right."

Touya Todoroki/Dabi:

☿️ Your identity was really important and dear to your heart.

☿️ But that didn’t stop those you cared for tearing you apart whenever you tried to speak up.

☿️ Your family, your friends…you loved them, but they just couldn’t accept you.

☿️ So you killed them.

☿️ You went on the run, evading police and heroes alike for years.

☿️ And then, you found the League of Villains - a strange dynamic, kind of like family but much more welcoming.

☿️ Yet, your identity stayed hidden. You didn’t have the strength to harm all these people, if they rejected you.

☿️ Besides, there was more solidarity here than there ever had been with your blood relatives.

☿️ Dabi was your companion, though whether that meant closest friend or love interest, you didn’t know.

☿️ He was observant, transforming his thoughts into words regardless of how that affected people.

☿️ He pointed things out immediately.

☿️ "New bracelet?"

☿️ You paused, half-shocked, half-afraid.

☿️ You knew that he'd see through any lie you posed.

☿️ The truth would be the only thing to save you from his flames.

☿️ "That means something, doesn't it, (Y/n)?"

☿️ Step 1: put the drink down so you don't shatter it in anger.

☿️ "Yeah, um…this colour means 'masculine'. I'm a guy…now."

☿️ His face betrayed nothing.

☿️ "Like a reverse Magne?"

☿️ You wondered if that was a genuine question or an attempt at humour.

☿️ Todorokis don't understand jokes.

☿️ "No…she's a transgender woman, I'm genderfluid. I'm not confined to a single gender. It, uh…it changes."

☿️ His nod didn’t instil you with confidence.

☿️ "You out to the others yet?"

☿️ "Didn't think they'd accept me."

☿️ He made a 'Really? You're the least weird of the bunch' face.

☿️ "Ah, I'll just burn 'em if they don't."

☿️ You were too stunned to employ a comeback.

☿️ He contemplated for a while.

☿️ "So, you got any other names?"

☿️ Helps you plan how to come out to the rest of the League.

☿️ Will legitimately burn the haters.

"Found families are more accepting than the real thing."

Rumi Usagiyama/Mirko:

☿️ You bought three mugs - 'It's a Girl', 'It's a Boy' and 'It's a Mess'.

☿️ The excitement had been bubbling away inside you for weeks.

☿️ Rumi still didn’t know that you were genderfluid, but she was about to learn.

☿️ There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that she'd accept you.

☿️ You hadn't told her yet because it was a big thing - lots to take in, and you needed to be completely sure of it, and of your relationship.

☿️ You weren't gonna tell just anyone.

☿️ Dating Rumi was awesome, and this was just the next stage.

☿️ It didn’t go according to plan.

☿️ Not at first.

☿️ "You're pregnant?!" Was her very concerned response.

☿️ She kept muttering about how she needed some space to think things over.

☿️ Until you dragged her back, exasperated but determined to explain yourself.

☿️ "It's in reference to myself. I wanted to let you know, in a funny way, that I'm genderfluid. There's a Girl and a Boy one, and the other is for Non-Binary."

☿️ She made a noise like she understood, but you saw the confusion.

☿️ "Today's an Enby day, but you might have a girlfriend tomorrow. Or a boyfriend. Who knows?"

☿️ In an instant, the biggest smile took control of her face, and she brought you into a crushing hug.

☿️ "So I could have a girlfriend, a boyfriend and a murder partner??"

☿️ "Eh…if you can do the jail-time, count me in."

☿️ This one won't necessarily search for information herself, but she will consult you whenever she's having a difficult time processing something.

☿️ You're like,, the expert in all things LGBTQ+, and she loves listening to you talk so passionately.

☿️ She's really glad you told her - that you trusted her with something so important.

☿️ She feels loved, and makes sure you do too.

☿️ Asks if you ever thought she'd reject you.

☿️ "Nah. We'll go strong forever, Rumi."

☿️ She's overjoyed, honestly.

"You're so brave for coming out, and if someone doesn’t like it, I'll kick their butt."

Geten/Iceman:

☿️ Geten didn’t have the faintest clue about gender identities. He accepted male and female, but without a proper education or motivation to learn anything beside his quirk, you didn’t expect him to understand. You would've held it in, if you were strong enough to deal with the constant misgendering.

☿️ If you use Neopronouns, you're especially worried. They aren't as widely welcomed as the general She/He/They. And Geten being the angry, feral gremlin he is, his temper was a major concern.

☿️ You couldn’t change for him, so if he decided to lash out or disapprove, you'd be crushed. You'd obviously have to walk out of the relationship, if he didn’t do so himself. As deeply as your love ran, you simply couldn’t put yourself through such anguish. You weren't of the soundest mind, so to be rejected by Geten…

☿️ He isn't gonna understand unless you sit him down, crack open the slideshow presentation and maybe start crying? He'll feel guilty, but he doesn't ever wanna see you in distress. He said as much, in the beginning of your relationship.

☿️ So cry. Cry your little heart out, and he'll do everything within his power to comfort you. He's not the most receptive to other people's emotions, but with you, it's different. He's always by your side, always watching over you. His hugs are a little stiff, but wrap your arms around him tightly, and he'll protect you with his life.

☿️ "So…genderfluid?"

☿️ His tone is gentle, like he's afraid to cause any more tears.

☿️ "Yeah, um…you identify with your birth sex, right? Well, I don't…not all the time. And if you could…could use those pronouns? That would mean…a lot. To me. It'd mean everything, actually…"

☿️ He's quiet for a while, still trying to make space in his brain for all this new information. It isn't something he needs to 'come around to', though. He'll be completely painful and respectful. He's bound to slip up a few times, but he'll always correct himself.

☿️ Hates seeing you cringe whenever he makes a mistake. Always vows never to let it happen again.

☿️ You're okay though - you know it's gonna take time.

☿️ Angry boi never uses your gender identity as an insult, and openly condemns (threatens) anyone who does. He'll want to prove himself - prove he's gonna love you regardless of gender, regardless of everything!

☿️ Honestly doesn't know why you were so nervous to explain this. When he said his love was unconditional, he wasn’t lying.

“There’s no way I couldn’t accept who you are.”

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fangirl-everythang · 3 years

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You’re Not Leaving Me J.M

Summary: Y/n wants to leave Jason after he’s neglected her for gang duties. Long story short, she doesn’t.

Warnings: Aggression, swearing, mentions of gang activities, toxic relationship-ish.

Word Count: A bit less than 1500

Today was the day. I want to leave Jason. We've been together for almost three years now and I can't take it anymore. I love him with all of my heart but he's never home. I'm alone in this relationship and he never notices.

I try to stay up to wait for him to come back from his missions but most nights but he just showers and goes to sleep. I get being The Jason McCann, worlds most wanted is hard, but I feel like I'm in a relationship with a brick wall and it's only hurting me. I know- selfish but it's for the best. He'll probably go back to his playboy days anyways.

Yup could you believe it? Jason used to be with a new girl every night, hell when we met we didn't even like eachother. One thing led to another and here we are, young and madly in love. Wiping the tear that managed to escape my eye thinking about him. Sitting up because Jason will be home in half an hour give or take, I can pack now.

I begin tearing the fabric from the hangers reminiscing the good days we had. Going through the drawers looking for my charger I stumble upon a picture of Jase and I. I'll never forget it; It was new year's eve and we were on the roof of Zayn and Lo's place. It was our first year together, we were happy. The photo shows us leaning in almost about to kiss with chaos and fireworks all around us, we did the camera just didn't capture it.

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That's everything. I set my bags in the kitchen closest to the back door. Awaiting his a rival I just pace a bit while tiding up.

I've been so lonely without him, we barely talk anymore. I'm just there when he needs me. Before he treated me like a princess now I'm equal to his gang members. He's always working late or going out on weekends, I wish I, could, confirm his loyalty busy I have no fucking idea anymore. The ringing of keys at the door distracted me from my previous thoughts.

His face lit up when he saw me "Hey baby" he smiled. It took me by surprise, he hasn't called me baby or in fact any name but the one I was born with in forever. "Hi?" I respond questionly. He just wraps his arms around me and embraced me "I missed you babygirl"

"Are you feeling okay?" I say looking at him. Those eyes, those perfect fucking eyes. The ones that can make my heart flutter with one glance. He looks confused by my question and leans in for a kiss.

If I kiss him I won't want to leave. Christ why does he do this today!

I just doge it by pretending to cough, slowly removing myself from his embrace. "How was your -" "Hold that thought one minute baby I'm just gonna go change really quick I'll be right back"

"But Jase-"

"Right back. " he hurries up the stairs blowing me an air kiss. What the fuck is wrong with him? He suddenly wants to act like a boyfriend that gives a shit.

I waited 20 minutes for Jason to come down stairs, when he didn't I decided to go up. Slowly making my way up what used to be the beautiful steps of our home, I call out his name "Jase?" Reaching the bedroom door I knock but there wasn't a response. Just as I go to open the door it is aggressively pulled open with a not so happy Jason behind it. He's wearing the same clothes. "What happened I thought you were going to change-"

"Shut up" he says lowly.

"What the fuck Jase? "

I'm not scared of him, just his behavior sometimes.

"What the fuck, you tell me y/n," he says with a sinister chuckle. I just look at him confused "So you thought I wouldn't notice your shit missing y/n, what are you trying to do?" I stood there with my arms crossed "Well if you would've let me talk down stairs I would have informed you. "

"INFORM ME ABOUT WHAT Y/N?" He shouts coming closer.

"Jason I can't do this anymore, its, we're not the same" I sigh. He just gets even closer, the vein popping out from the side of his neck. I fidget a bit under his gaze. "So what? you were just gonna leave? You fucking whore."

"Me a whore, really Jason?! You're unbearable " I yell back my voice straining as I do so. "You're the one who's never home, I don't see you anymore, "

I'm even more frustrated than before, "You know what this isn't worth my time. Good fucking bye Jason" I say turning around but he grabs my arm and yanks me back.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Jase get off of me" I say pulling away from him. His grip just tightens. He harshly pushes me against a wall causing me groan in pain and annoyance, he just looks me dead on the eye. "You're not leaving me. "

I stop fighting back and sigh "Why not? Huh Jase" He doesn't say anything. I just listen to his increased respiration and look at his eyes, they've dilated quite a bit.

"Oh now you wanna be quiet" I say pushing his chest moving past him. "You're pathetic" I spit walking away.

"Y/n wait" he says not turning. Stopping in my tracks I waited for him to continue but after a minute I began descending down the stairs. The memories this place holds will haunt me but I keep reminding myself I need to do this for me. I have too- but he makes me happy or used to at least.

Walking into the living room to pick up my phone, wallet, and keys that are on the table. Leaving Jason is like leaving a piece of me but it's time I make a decision for me, it's gonna hurt but it's for the best. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself.

Walking to the door grabbing my bags and heading out the door loading them into the back of my car. I go back in to make sure I didn't leave anything and Jason is just standing there looking at me. I shift uncomfortably under his gaze but ignore it. "There's food in the fridge and your clothes are done just put them up and u-uhh yeah." He just continues to give me the same blank look. " Jason I don't want us to end on bad terms we can st-" He just looks at me dumbly before I can finish. "Y/n you're really gonna pull that shit on me" I go to speak but he just continued " Three years y/n and you're gonna leave me now. I fucking love you and you're going to leave me. I don't know what to do with myself, I know I'm a shit boyfriend but this is new to me. I need you y/n. My life is not complete without you in it. You're my everything my reason to be here, you make me better in every way." He chokes holding back tears coming closer to me and embracing me , "I'm so sorry baby" he cries into my hair. I just hug him, he needs this. "I know" I coo running my hand through his hair gently letting him calm down. His warm tears flow onto my shirt, I haven't seen Jason break down like this before. He's never cried in front of me. I didn't realize that I was crying until he pulled away to wipe my tears with his thumb. He kisses my forehead and whispers "please don't leave me" I just shake my head "Jase I think th-his will be healthy for us" "Please y/n, I'll try harder , I'll control myself , I'll be better for you. I'll do anything for you y/n" he pleads "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry"

"Jason, I don't -" he interrupts my sentence by smashing his lips on mine. Grasping the back of his neck pulling him closer to me he moves down my neck leaving a trail of wet kisses until he finds my sweet spot. I'm so weak for him. "J-jason" i halfly moan, He just continues to suck and i know exactly what he's doing.

I just let him continue because he wont stop until he’s ready. Running my hands through his hair as he continues his asult on my neck marking me as his. Once he's done he looks to admire his deep purple and red piece of art lightly tracing it he smiles down at me, cupping my cheek. "You're mine, Okay. no one will ever love you like I love you." He softly presses his lips, to mine.

AN:

Hey guys hope you enjoyed it! I know its short, they get longer I promise. I'm open to anything but im slow as hell.

ANyways hope your holidays are well. I really think Jason McCann can be played out in so many ways, I cannot wait for you guys to read.

Xoxox-Janelle

#justin bieber #jason mccann #y/n imagine #writing #jb #justin drew bieber #justin bieber imagines #fanfic

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miracleonice87 · 3 years

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juliaswinterwriting challenge, pt. 1

20. “Remember sleeping? Sleeping was nice.” with Tyler Seguin

a/n: here we go! my first of two submissions for @wondershawns challenge. hope you enjoy! (the next one will be longer and will be with Barzy.)

summary: a short fluffball about Tyler Seguin and his wife being sleep-deprived by their newborn daughter.

warnings: swearing, joke about a daddy kink, and dad Seggy, which deserves a warning. total fluff.

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You were pulled from sleep for the fifth time that night by your baby girl’s cries.

You moaned, your arm thrown across your face in an attempt to shield your eyes from the moonlight streaming in through the bay window in your master suite. Tyler inhaled sharply as he, too, awoke, hearing his little daughter’s sad sounds. He sighed, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Mmm, remember sleeping?” Tyler inquired in a groggy voice.

You rubbed your eyes and sat up, too, zombie-like.

“Sleeping was nice,” you mused dreamily. “I’ll go get her,” you said as you moved to swing your legs off the bed.

In a flash, Tyler reached his long arms out and easily pulled your feet back onto the mattress. You had formed a bad habit of rushing to the nursery anytime your baby made even the smallest peep, and Tyler was trying his damnedest to break you of it.

“Mmm, nope. Nooo, you don’t,” he warned. “I’ll get her. You get back in bed,” he ordered, pointing at you.

You dropped your head back to the pillow and appreciatively took in your handsome husband, dressed only in his boxers, stretching his arms high above his head before sliding out of your bed. He’d always been unsettlingly handsome, but you’d recently found that he was even more attractive to you when caring for your baby girl. He was already wrapped around her little finger.

“‘Kay, deal” you breathed, a half-smile on your lips. “Thanks, baby. She probably just needs changed.”

He nodded, yawning, as the baby’s cries intensified. “I’m coming, Mia girl,” he called as he pushed his long curls back and walked down the hall.

Tyler turned the corner into the nursery and approached the crib where your two-month-old lay — all chestnut brown curls like him and big blue eyes like you. As he reached for her, he was struck, as he was each time he laid eyes on her, by how goddamn lucky he was.

“Hi, tiny girl,” Tyler sang, bringing Mia’s little head to his lips and kissing her dark, feathery soft hair before snuggling her against his bare chest. “Hi,” he repeated softly as she let out only small noises of discontent, her loud cries having subsided the moment she was gathered into her father’s arms. “You okay, little one? Yeah, you’re okay, huh?”

Little did Tyler know that you had blatantly ignored his instruction to stay in bed, unable to resist watching him tend to Mia, even as tired as you were. You stood in the doorway, leaning against the post with arms crossed, a soft smile on your face.

You stayed quiet as he changed Mia’s diaper and casually talked to her throughout the process as if she were his best friend — which, you suddenly realized, she truly was. Sorry, Jamie, you thought, though in reality the little girl’s godfather was just about as much of a sucker for her as her own father was.

As he buttoned her pajamas back up, you smirked at Tyler and asked quietly, “Is she being good for Dada?”

Tyler raised his eyebrows as he looked your way, lifting Mia from the changing table and kissing her forehead as he chuckled at you.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away,” Tyler accused. “You can’t say I didn’t try.” You met him on the fluffy pink rug in front of the crib and wrapped your arms around his waist, inhaling Mia’s sweet scent as you pressed your lips to her chubby cheek.

“You’re right,” you admitted, smoothing Mia’s hair as you watched her doze off in Tyler’s arms. “I can’t say that. But I couldn’t help it. I just like watching you be a daddy.”

“What do you mean?” Tyler scoffed haughtily. “You’ve been watching me be a daddy for years,” he added with a wink, making you roll your eyes and shove at his arm.

“Stop, you weirdo. Not in front of the baby,” you laughed as Tyler leaned Mia toward you, and you kissed the top of her head before he laid her back in her crib. Your heart ached at how sweet she looked, eyes already fluttering closed as she drifted back to sleep, and you groaned.

“I love her,” you whined, wrapping your hands around Tyler’s bicep and leaning your head against his arm. He chuckled as he kissed the crown of your head.

“I do, too,” Tyler agreed solemnly before his tone turned jovial. “Shoutout to you for making her, honestly.”

You giggled, turning into his chest as he enveloped you in his arms. “You helped,” you pointed out. Tyler pursed his lips as he considered that thought.

“True. That was fun,” he concurred. “You wanna go back to bed, my love?”

You turned back to the crib, putting your hand on the rail and gazing down at your infant. “Can we just watch her for a minute?” you asked quietly. Tyler hummed in agreement.

“We can do whatever you want — she’s ours,” Tyler said proudly. A smile spread across your face, and the two of you stood together in comfortable silence for a moment, wrapped in each other’s embrace.

“She looks so peaceful like this,” you murmured, breaking the quiet. “She’s been anything but peaceful the last couple of weeks.”

You felt Tyler tense in your grasp as you sighed, and he looked down at you carefully as you gazed at Mia. He knew you so well that he could see — practically feel — you blaming yourself for your baby’s recent and inconsolable discontent.

“You know what my mom told me after you got pregnant?” Tyler asked as he affectionately raked his fingers through your thick hair. Forever soothed by that gesture, you inhaled a deep breath and exhaled a yawn. “Hmm?” was all you could manage.

“She said, ‘The days are long, but the years are short,’” he told you, his chest vibrating with each word.

“And what did she mean by that?” you asked, your cheek still pressed against his skin.

“She meant that, someday, Mia’s gonna be on her own, and she’s not gonna need us to wake up and comfort her in the middle of the night anymore,” Tyler said, the emotion in his voice palpable. Your own throat tightened at that realization.

“And so,” he continued, kissing your hair once more. “Even though we’re tired, we should try and enjoy these moments. Because the years will fly by.”

You looked up at him, resting your chin just beneath his collarbone.

“Or we could just keep having babies so we never have an empty house,” you suggested, only half-joking. Tyler raised his brows at you and a smirk danced on his lips.

“That actually sounds great to me,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your nose.

“I’m kidding... sort of,” you conceded. “But your mom’s right. That Jackie Seguin,” you spoke, eyes closing in exhaustion. “She really knows what she’s talking about.”

Tyler breathed a chuckle, caressing his knuckles across your cheek. “That she does,” he concurred. “Hey... look at me.” At his gentle request, your eyes opened and you were met with his adoring gaze.

“You’re a good mama. You know that?” he asked, but it wasn’t so much a question as it was an assertion. You nodded slowly as he cupped your cheek in his hand.

Tears pricked your eyes at his encouraging words and Tyler whispered, “Come here,” before gathering his arms around your shoulders and pulling you tighter to himself.

“I love you, Ty,” you whispered, kissing his sternum. “You’re the best dad.”

“I love you. You make it easy,” Tyler said, squeezing you before playfully smacking your ass, making you press your hand over your mouth to prevent a yelp from escaping.

“Now come back to bed,” your husband demanded. “We can sleep. Or, better yet, we can start working on keeping the house full of babies,” Tyler added with a wink, tugging your hand behind him as he headed for the door. “And then sleep.”

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sincitybxtch · 4 years

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We Can’t | JJ Maybank

summary: y/n found her boyfriend rafe cheating on her and jj comforts her.

word count: 3.6k

warnings: smoking, swearing, mentions of sex, fighting.

a/n: hi! so i haven’t written anything in ages so if this isn’t good i’m so sorry! there are definitely some mistakes so sorry in advance! i was thinking of making a part two but i’m not quite sure yet. if you guys have any request or ideas feel free to send in some!

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing right now. Your now ex boyfriend Rafe Cameron was on top of another girl. You really thought he was different, clearly he wasn’t. He invited you to a party that he was throwing, since his parents were gone for the weekend and when you showed up he was nowhere to be found. So you asked Topper, who told you he was upstairs doing god knows what. You figured he was in his room just messing around until you showed up, he tended to do that at parties but once you opened the door to his room, you saw him messing around but with another girl. You’ve never seen the girl before so she was probably a touron.

“You can’t be fucking serious.” You said, which made Rafe lift his head up from the girl and make eye contact with you. With a roll of your eyes you turned right on your heels and walked out of the bedroom not caring that you left the door open. You could hear the shuffling coming from the room and when you were about to go down the stairs Rafe called your name. “Y/n wait. It’s not what you think it is.” Your head turned towards him, he held the sheet from his bed on his waist and people were standing around staring at the scene in front of them. “It’s not what I think it is! Oh really? So you weren’t just fucking another girl?” You asked with so much anger laced in your voice, “The funny thing is I really believed you were different. Clearly I was fucking wrong.” Shaking your head at the male.

“I’m sorry! I don’t know what got into me.” Rafe pleaded with you, you could see the guilt in his eyes. “Don’t you dare say your sorry! You don’t get to say your sorry. You don’t even get to feel bad when you were the one that chose to cheat.” You yelled at him. The eyes that were on you felt like daggers, the music was turned down low so everything you were saying was being heard throughout the house. “You know what Rafe, fuck you.” You told him before walking down the stairs, pushing through the people crowded in front of the stairs. The front door was left open so you quickly rushed out trying to get away from all people that didn’t have anything better to do than stare.

You felt an arm wrap around your waist and lead you towards a dark trail that was out of view of the house. You were quick to try and get away from whoever grabbed you, but when you turned to see who it was you saw JJ Maybank. A very handsome blonde haired boy with beautiful blue eyes. He wore a navy blue sleeveless shirt, you can tell he cut them off himself and he wore a pair of blue light washed shorts. You’ve always had a little thing for JJ, who wouldn’t? The male was so attractive how could you not like him.

“JJ?! What the fuck! You scared the shit out of me.” You told him, you just realized how close you were to him. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up at him, he was a lot taller than you. “I’m sorry! I just saw you storm out of the house and I just wanted to see if you were okay.” His voice was low and quiet, probably because he didn’t want anyone to know he was on the opposite side of the island. “I’m fine. I just don’t want to be here.” You told JJ and he nodded. “Are you sure you're okay? You look like you're about to cry.” He said, he had a concerned facial expression on his face and you just nodded not wanting to get into it right now.

“I’m not gonna cry.” You told him before leaning against the tall tree. “Well if you do, you’ll always have my shoulder.” He told you, he knew you were upset over something Rafe did but he didn’t want to pressure you into telling him. JJ didn’t like Rafe, everyone knew that. They both couldn’t stand each other and she couldn’t blame JJ, Rafe always acted like he was better than everyone else. “So do you wanna go smoke or something? I just need to get out of my thoughts.” You asked, you smoked here and there but only if it was with JJ. He’s the only person you trust being around when you weren’t sober. “Yeah I have a couple joints in my pocket, we could go to the beach.” He suggested and you nodded.

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The walk to the beach was silent, you and JJ stayed in your thoughts. If your friends saw you with JJ right now they would run off and tell everyone that you were hanging with a pogue. You never got why kooks always assumed that the pogues were bad people. They were human just like them, just didn’t have the money that they had. You were a kook and you truly hated being called that, yeah your family had money but they had to work for everything that they had. You were always attending the events, that was only because your parents forced you, they only went to the ones that were being held by friends. You’d always have to dress formally, everything had to be expensive if it wasn’t you’d get judged. All the rich people were snobs and very judgmental, if you didn’t act like them or have an expensive taste you wouldn’t be excepted.

It was quite sad actually, you’d never get why people would put someone else down for not being able to afford the luxury lifestyle.You’ve known JJ since forever basically, the two of you always got along. You considered him a friend, your best friend. He was the only person that didn’t care about the shit you wore or how much money you had. He cared about you and only you. JJ wanted to get to know Y/n not the Y/n that had a nice house and rich parents. He’s the one you’d go to when you needed to get away from the kooks, he’s the one that would listen to you when you needed someone to talk to and he was the one that helped you escape your life for a little bit.

The sand was cold when you sat down in it, JJ pulled out his two joints and a lighter before he sat down next to you. The waves weren’t as big as they were this morning, the noise of the waves crashing onto the sand was always music to your ears. Hearing the flicking noise of the light you turned towards JJ and pulled your knees up to your chest as a cold gush of wind hit your body. Goosebumps appeared across your body, you only wore a pair of white high-waisted jean shorts and a red cropped tank top. JJ took notice of you shivering and moved closer to you, he wasn’t fazed by the cold air which was crazy but you didn’t question it. You rested your head on his shoulder with a small sigh, he was so warm.

“You wanna take the first hit? Or shall I?” He asked with a little grin on his lips. You took the joint from his grasp and brought it between your lips inhaling the smoke before handing it back to him, you parted your lips letting the smoke leave your mouth. It would be an absolute lie if JJ didn’t think you looked hot with the joint between your lips. The lips he’s always fantasized about. Once you handed it back to him he placed it between his and did the same thing you did. “So you gonna tell me what happened between you and Rafe or what?” He asked once he released the smoke from his parted lips. “How did you know I was upset about Rafe?” You asked moving a little closer to him when another gush of wind hit. He brought his arm and wrapped it around your shoulder pulling you in close to him.

“It was kind of obvious but I didn’t want to pressure you into telling me right away.” JJ handed you the joint once again. “He cheated on me.” You told him as you took another hit from the joint. You felt the boy’s body tense up when you told him about what happened. “I can’t blame him though. I was the one that didn’t want to have sex with him.” You added, a small frustrated sigh left your lips. Rafe was always asking if you were ready and your answer was always no, you didn’t want to give it to him because you felt pressured every single time he’d asked. When you told him no he’d get angry and storm off, you just didn’t want to end up getting hurt. “Don’t fucking blame yourself for something he did.” He told you, his face had anger written all over it.

You saw his hands clenched into fist and you brought your hand to his thigh. “JJ I know what you’re thinking and no you are not gonna beat him up.” As much as you’d loved to see Rafe get his ass beat you didn’t want JJ to get hurt in the process, your hand rubbed circles on his exposed skin trying your best to calm him down. “I don’t like the fact that he hurt you, he doesn’t deserve to get away with this.” He said his head turning towards you and he made eye contact with you. You could see the hurt and anger in his eyes, all he wanted to do was protect you and give that cheating sleazebag what he deserves.

“I know he doesn’t but I don’t need you getting hurt.” You told him, bringing the hand that was resting on his thigh and pushed back the blonde hair that fell in front of his eyes before placing your hand on his cheek. Your eyes never leave his, you always get lost in his eyes. You didn’t even know he started leaning in until his lips touched your own. You knew it was wrong to kiss back but you did it anyways, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t in love with JJ. All the little things he did always made your heart skip a beat. Like when he would scrunch his nose at things he didn’t like or when you’d tell him no to something and he would wiggle his eyebrows at you until you’d give in and say yes.

The kiss turned into a heated make out session, but without the grabbing and touching. JJ’s hands stayed on your waist or they would switch between your cheek or neck while your hands switched between his cheek and chest. You pulled away from the kiss, you could feel your lips ache for him. “This shouldn’t be happening JJ.” You told him your fingers brushed through his blonde hair that was scattered all over the sand. “Why not Y/n?” He asked, he searched your face wondering if he made a mistake. “You know why. I just got out of a relationship.” You told him before moving your body off of him. “This can’t happen again JJ.” You told him not looking at him scared to see his reaction. “Okay. It won’t happen again.” He told you, hurt written all over his face.

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A week has passed since the night Rafe cheated on you and JJ kissed you. You hadn’t talked or seen them since that week. You locked yourself in your room for the week scared of reality. Your mom would tell you Rafe would stop by and ask for you, your mom would turn him away knowing you didn’t want to talk to him. She didn’t know exactly what happened between the two of you but she knew you guys weren’t together anymore. Lying on your bed you scrolled through your phone but you were interrupted by Kiara barging through your room. “Get your ass up and ready. You are coming with me to the movie tonight.” She told you, crossing her arms over her chest. Kiara has been your best friend since you moved to the island, you live right next door to her. “But I don’t wanna go.” You told her with a sigh as you dropped your phone on your bed and sat up.

“I don’t care Y/n.” Kiara told you, she had the ‘you better get up’ look on her face and you let out yet another sigh as you got up from your bed and walked to your closet. You knew you weren’t winning this fight. You picked out an outfit and walked into the bathroom. You didn’t feel the need to dress up so you just wore something simple. Your hair was left natural not really wanting to do anything with it. “Do I really have to go to this?” You asked as you slip on your shoes and Kiara just gave you a nod for her response.

Once you and Kiara got to the place where the movie was you saw JJ and Pope sitting on a blanket having a serious discussion. “You invited them?” You asked, wondering if she invited them or if they just showed up. “Yeah John B was nowhere to be found so I kinda got stuck with them.” She shrugged and you just nodded walking up to the two boys with Kiara. JJ’s eyes met yours and you gave him a small smile and wave. You really didn’t care if your so-called friends saw you with pogues, they didn’t bother to come see you after the break up with Rafe so you could care less about them.

“So what were you guys talking about?” You asked before crossing your legs. “Nothing. Nothing at all.” Pope spoke in a fast manner, clearly not wanting anyone to know what JJ and him were talking about. Out of the corner of your eye you saw JJ lightly hit Pope in the side to tell him to shut his mouth. “What he means by nothing is that it's not important.” JJ told you, a very confused expression appeared on your face and you just nodded. “Okay then.” You spoke, shaking your head at them. Kiara handed you water and the two boys juice before she sat down and got comfortable.

As you took a sip of the cold water your eyes scanned through the crowd and your eyes landed on none other than Rafe who was standing besides Topper and Kelce. His eyes filled with disgust as he saw you sitting with pogues especially JJ. You just about spit the water out of your mouth when you saw him but you swallowed it and covered it with a cough. “You okay?” JJ asked, his hand pressed to your back rubbing it in a gentle and comforting way. You just nodded in return. Rafe didn’t like the fact that JJ was touching you but there was nothing he could do about it, especially in front of all these people.

Once the movie began you ended up forgetting about Rafe, you were too busy focusing on the movie to think about him. Feeling a light nudge on your arm you turned to look at JJ who leaned close to you. “Pope and I gotta go to the bathroom.” He whispered into your ear and you nodded moving your feet out of the way for them. You watched as they walked towards a tree, the bathrooms were behind you and you didn’t know why they went down to a tree. With a shrug of your shoulders you didn’t think anything of it.

“Hey Kie, they’ve been gone for quite some time. I think I’m gonna go look for them.” You told her before getting up. Kiara got up as well and grabbed JJ’s green backpack. “I'm worried about them too.” She told you before walking towards the tree they went too, you followed wondering what was going on. You heard JJ and Rafe’s voice coming from behind the movie screen and you quickly ran down there Kiara right behind you. The sight you saw made your jaw drop. Kelce had JJ’s arms pinned behind his back as Rafe punched him in the stomach and Topper had Pope in a headlock. “What the fuck Rafe! Topper let Pope go!” You yelled at the two boys before you ran over to Rafe pushing him off of JJ. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? What is wrong with you!” You pushed him again and turned to Kelce who immediately let go of JJ.

Kiara was dealing with Topper, she was on his back yelling at him to let go of Pope and when he did Pope fell to the ground. “What is wrong with me?! What is wrong with you Y/n? You are hanging with pogues!” He yelled in your face, his eyes were bloodshot. “I can’t believe you right now. You can’t be serious.” You rolled your eyes at him and then turned to look at JJ who was sitting on the ground trying to catch his breath. You gave him the ‘are you okay’ look and he nodded. Kiara was helping Pope and Topper was trying to pull Rafe away from you. Rafe saw the way you look at JJ and his nostrils flared in anger. “Oh my fucking god. You’re fucking him! That’s why you didn’t want to have sex with me. Wow it all makes sense now.” A laugh left the boy’s lips and you looked at Rafe dead in the eye with a very unbelievable look.

You brought your hand up and slapped him right across the face leaving a bright red handprint on his cheek. “I’m not fucking him and if I was it wouldn’t be any of your damn business! You cheated on me remember? I didn’t want to have sex with you because you would pressure me! You’d make me feel guilty for not giving you what you want. I told you many times that I wanted to wait but you never got the fucking hint! You kept saying how bad you wanted me and when I didn’t give it to you you’d get mad at me. What kind of boyfriend does that?” You told him. “Don’t ever talk to me again! I don’t want you even looking at me! You got that?” You added. He just nodded clearly embarrassed with himself as him, Topper and Kelce walked off. You quickly helped JJ up and walked over to Kiara and Pope. “Are you guys okay?” You asked and they both nodded.

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You ended up taking JJ to your place while Kiara took Pope home to clean him up. Your parents were gone for the night so you didn’t have to worry about them catching you with JJ. He sat on one of the island chairs as you cleaned him up. “Here. Put this on your eye.” You handed him a bag of ice wrapped in a towel and he placed it on his eye with a wince in pain. The first aid kit laid on the kitchen island and you grabbed the little alcohol pads and stood in between his legs moving his hair from his face and looking him in the eyes. “This is gonna sting.” You told him and he just nodded in response. You placed the little alcohol pad on his cuts and he winced once again in pain. He tried moving away from you but you placed your hand on the back of his neck keeping him still.

“Can you take your shirt off please?” You asked knowing he had a few cuts on his side. When he removed his shirt you were surprised he didn’t make a snarky remark. Your eyes caught the sight of all the bruises on his upper half and a frown formed on your lips. “What started the fight?” You asked as you picked up another alcohol pad and pressed it to his cuts, earning another wince from him and a few curse words. “They just jumped us and Rafe was saying something about you that I can’t remember and I lost it. I would’ve killed him Y/n if Kelce wasn’t holding me back.” He told you, watching as you grabbed a bandage and placed it on his cuts to keep them from getting infected.

You knew there was more to the story but didn’t pry. Once you finished placing the bandage on his side you looked at him. His eyes were already on you. Your hand reached up to his cheek brushing his cheekbone and then running your fingers through his hair pushing it out of his face. You were inches from his face and you could feel his heavy breathing on your face. You bit at your bottom lip as your thoughts turned dirty. He was shirtless in front of you and gosh did he look good. Was it bad that you wanted him? You wanted him in ways you never wanted any other guy before. Your hands moved to his neck and you pulled him into a kiss, he reacted almost immediately by kissing you back. He dropped the ice bag on the counter and his hands wrapped around your waist pulling you in close to him.

You bit at his bottom lip and slipped your tongue between his lips. The male’s hand moved from your waist and was placed on the back of your neck as your fingers ran through his messy hair. You weren’t sure what you were doing but you knew you wanted him and you wanted him now. JJ got up from the chair and he bent down a little, placing his hands just below your ass and picked you up, placing you on the kitchen island. His lips met yours once again, he didn’t care about the pain he was in, all he cared about was you.

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hourglassstationacademy · 2 years

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Short Stories

A Detective's Way- Rubina

Featuring Cynthia by @sakurablossoms10 , Anara by @crestbaby , Flynn

The Start of All:

Rubina sighed after having to deal with the shenanigans of her dorm Leader and its members as she rested during Lunch.

Cynthia sat next to her given she usually could feel how Rubina was frustrated again.

"Sometimes I wonder why the Crystal Chose me for this dorm... Only because my Parents are actors... It feel not really fitting Here."

"I am Happy you are Here... You take care of the Order of the dorm while Flynn maintains the Chaos. Its like you balance each other Out."

"Thanks Cynthia..."

"Hey how about you tell me what was the reason you wanted to be a Detective instead of an Actress."

"It all started with my Uncle... He had His own Agency and when my Parents Had a big Gig, He took care of me... Thanks to him I could sometimes still be a Kid after my sister.... vanished... "

"Right, you Said Nobody remembers her aside you."

"Yes. After my sister was gone He was the only comfort I Had left in the Family to escape the being a perfect Daughter Thing..."

"I can understand... The Rich Life can be terrible..."

"My Uncle was basicly the father I wished I Had.... Anyways lets leave the Doom and gloom be. Thanks for Always being there for me in this Chaos of a dorm."

"No worry. In some ways I can feel that I relate to you more, Rubina."

"Oh right, wanna have something of my Bento, I Made it myself."

"Sure.

The Reason to Fight:

"Hey Anara?"

"Yes Ruby?"

"Do you think... I'll stay the same forever?"

"What makes you believe that?"

"Sometimes when I am in Combat... I can still feel my sister taking over... And once I regain conciousness... I See your worried face and.... It frightens me... I don't want her to accidently Hurt anyone I Like. Don't get me wrong.... I still Miss my sister and I would do anything to Bring her Back but... Its like we are Fighting in my head.... I"

Anara got Up from her Seat and layed her Arms around Rubina.

"I will always try to Bring you Back, my dear... I promise it... You are strong and I know you can overcome it... But If you ever feel lost. Listen to my voice and follow it back to me."

Rubina teared Up but smiled.

"That is what I wanted to hear... And I bother you after you have so much to do with Idia... Sorry again."

"I Always have time for you If you need a Talk."

The Nemesis:

"Why hey there Gemstone?"

"Could you please stop calling me that Flynn... I don't have time for your words."

"You are still the same caged little bird..."

"What do you mean?"

"You hate having to play the proper Part don't you? Your Parents only See you as an Accessoire."

"T-Thats Not... How Dare.."

"I know... You don't have to Play the fool.Nobody is Here to Spy in us."

"...."

"Why don't you go out and do what you wanna do... You let yourself be trapped and take the enjoyment you could have."

"Then what about you, hiding your Emotions constantly... We never know what you think or feel. Isn't that also just a Blockade from Others?"

"Its my way to make Things comfortable for myself... And Be able to do what I want... But as If you would understand."

"You are right I don't.... But... I'll think about your words..."

"Ohh?"

"You may be a Bufoon and an Annoyance... But I can't grasp what you have that I want..."

"Then learn to fly Out of your Cage little Gemstone... Live a little... That is all I want to Tell you."

He left as swiftly as He appeared.

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland #twst fanschool #hourglassstationacademy #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twst ocs #twisted wonderland fanschool #Rubina von Loketon #Rubina x anara

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doodledrawsthings · 4 years

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From the Horizon

(spits on hands then grabs the control rod) Someone needs to derail this angst train, and it looks like it’s going to be me!

It observes the world quietly, serenely, as all in the Horizon do. There are many things to see, after all, for the Horizon is a place everywhere and nowhere, ever-present and utterly unreachable, visible yet never attainable by things not already there. So it watches, distant and close in a way the Solid Things cannot understand (would find upsetting if they tried to understand).

The fragment-thought gives it pause. Where had that come from? ‘Upset,’ a curious word, unnatural, alien, incomprehensible. So why does it know it…?

Ah, yes, from the Solid World. A tear had appeared in the Horizon and it had slipped through, to view the Solid World more closely. The tear is mended now, neat red stitches returning things to as they should be. It had checked when it first returned to the Horizon, so it knows for sure.

…why had it checked? It is where it should be, all is well. Perhaps it has to do with the strange things it had noticed in itself when it returned. Shapes it should not have, sounds that do not belong, phrases that jar the silver and red serenity, and that it leaves alone. Things from its time in the Solid World that have no purpose or place here. Likely they will fade to nothing in time (No no nono-).

It shakes away the edge of the wrong-concept lingering from its time in the Solid World and returns to observing the Solid Creatures. Strange things, a pair of small blobs – brown-and-blue, purple-and-peach – and a long gangle thing as much Shadow as Being. Nonsense beings, all of them, as all Solid Creatures are. It watches vaguely, far and close and many and no places. Wander they do, wander and commune with other Solid Creatures, old things, strange things, candle flames and books and red thread-

…perhaps it should stop watching. Why is it watching these? No reason. The Horizon lulls it (comforts it-) another wrong-concept, it has too many of them now, perhaps these Solid Creatures are causing them, it will find others to fol-

(NO NO NO NO NO- -ATCH- -AT KI- BO- HEL-!)

-it will continue to follow them-

-no it will not, they make the wrong-concepts strong, it will leave-

(-Y FRI- -DS!)

-yes, it will leave, it will look at other-

-it cannot. It tries, but it cannot. But it is not a Solid Creature, it is of the Horizon. There are no bonds, no bounds, it simply is, it is here, it is there, except it is not there, it is here, it is growing more and more Here, except Here is now There, and the Horizon, the Horizon is tearing right before it, the threads are screaming, this is Wrong, it is- (afraid) it is- (not like the others anymore) it is-

-dark, there is dark, there is Shadow where there is only red and silver, a Solid Creature, the Shadow-as-Being one, not here, should not be here, must get away, wrong-

“FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL~!!!!”

Silence splits and wrong-concepts jangle and scream in it and it cannot escape the grasping claws, the yanking grasp, pulled from its place, out of the Horizon, in the Solid World again, rushing, thrusting, a shape the wrong-concepts know-

OoOoOoOoO

-Moonjumper comes to with a shriek. The last thing he remembers- he remembers- Her- or, no. No, worse, he remembers the Horizon, he had been back in the Horizon, he doesn’t want to be back in the Horizon-!

“Don’t think this means I’m grateful or anything!”

The familiar voice pulls him from his thoughts, lets him look up to find Snatcher inches away from his face and glaring at him, and that’s definitely a good reason to shriek again.

“Snatcher, be nice! He’s been through a very traumatic experience!”

Another familiar voice- Bow Kid, Bow Kid coming to help him sit up while Hat Kid shakes her fist at Snatcher.

“You were as worried as we were, you big pool noodle, don’t act like you don’t care!”

“I don’t,” the ghost grumps, folding his arms in an over-dramatic sulk that Moonjumper is far too familiar with, “I didn’t tell him to go fight Her, he did it on his own, and he got what he deserved, so there.”

“Uh-huh,” the purple-clad alien’s look is appropriately skeptical as she folds her arms right back at him, “And that’s why as soon as you found out about it you insisted on going all noodly again and on helping us get his body back and looking through all those super-boring books about how to get to the Horizon anyway-”

“You! Stop talking!” the ghost cuts her off, obviously flustered, turning his attention to Moonjumper, “And you start talking – if I grabbed the wrong stupid wispy Horizon thing, I wanna know now so I can go get the right one!”

“See? You do care!”

“Shut up, kiddo!”

“…you’re a ghost again.” Moonjumper blinks and- no, that wasn’t why- “You’re not supposed to be a ghost anymore, I went to fight… Her so you could stay human- why are you- I thought you wanted to-?” he had gotten himself sent back to the Horizon, almost stuck there again forever, for nothing-?

Snatcher huffs and folds in on himself, mumbling something he can’t quite hear.

“I- I’m sorry, what was that?”

“WE COULDN’T GET YOU BACK IF I HAD!” Snatcher bellows, glaring, “There, happy? Being human again made me go all mushy and do stupid things like thinking I’d miss you if you were gone or something, it’s disgusting, and the space brats were worried about you and it affected me, yuck!” he sticks out his tongue, then dives into a shadow with a last call of, “And that’s my old body you’re using, so you better take better care of yourself in the future or else!”

Moonjumper blinks at where the ghost had been, then down at where Bow’s still supporting him and Hat Kid is rocking on her heels, grinning, “He… helped you get me back?”

“He instigated it,” Bow informs him.

“He’s just too big a soon-dey-reh to admit it,” Hat Kid adds, hopping over to give him a hug, “Welcome home, Moonjumper!”

“Welcome home!” Bow Kid joins in the hug as well.

…they’d come for him. He’d done something incredibly stupid, then started- started forgetting them and himself and everything he’d learned and loved since he first found the Prince’s body all those years ago and- and he just-

With a lump in his throat, tears in his eyes, and an almost overwhelming sense of relief, he hugs the kids back. “Thank-you.”

#A HAT IN TIME #ahit #moonjumper #bonestealer mcoonsprite #oth!au #oh the humanity au #submission #FANFIC #AHDGDHJSHSDHHSHSHDHDHJSJSHD #HHHHHOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHGGG MY GOD #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #MOM HOLY FUCK #YES!! OK OK OK OK 1.) i love how you describe the horizon #thats it thats definitely how the horizon would be #and 2.) TSUNDERE SNATCHER HE ABSOLUTELY CARES ABOUT HIM THATS #UGH THIS IS SO BITTERSWEET #SNATCHER YOU IDIOT HUG HIM HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING FROM YOUR TIME STUCK IN A HUMAN BODY #greentrickster

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flooffybits · 3 years

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All In My Mind

Idol: Lee Gahyeon (Dreamcatcher)

Anon: Helloo~Can I request a scenario with any member of Dreamcatcher where reader has created an ideal world in her head including an imaginary lover. One day, she didn't expect that she would meet her in real life. Thank youu~ ~🐧

A/n: i went with Gahyeon because I haven’t written anything for her yet. also the lack of Gahyeon requests I have is criminally unacceptable

☕buy me a coffee☕

You never really enjoyed the outside world. Whenever you looked out the window of your room or even the car, it all looked the same.

Dull.

It was the same thing, just a different time and place, no matter where you went. It was exhausting.

So it made sense that you saw the world in the way you could only hope for it to be. People weren’t so grouchy in the morning, and they weren’t yelling at each other when the traffic rolled in.

Detached.

That was one way to describe you.

While it worried your friends and family, it was the only way you could escape the tragic and boring life that you had to wake up to every single day.

It was better and far more encouraging. And in that little bubble, you could always picture the girl of your dreams, always there for you and lifting up your spirits when reality became too much for you.

"You have to be more careful, Y/n. I know that you try to cook, but while you haven't exactly mastered that skill, don't play with knives." The dark haired woman lightly scolded as she ran her fingers over your knuckles, pouting at the finger that was covered with a band-aid.

"It's just a cut." You chuckled at the glare she sent you because even when she tried to scare you, you couldn’t help but think of how adorable the woman was. “It doesn’t change the fact that you got hurt! You know I hate that.” She tells you, holding your hand against her chest as you let out a tiny breath and offer her a small smile.

“I know, I’ll be more careful.” You promise and a bright and happy smile blooms on her face. “Good.” With a quick move, she pecks your lips before pulling away. “You need to get some rest. Your second year of college starts tomorrow and I know that you’re nervous about going back.”

And it was true. Your break was finally over and you had to go back to the same boring and draining routine you always went through. Struggling with projects, presentations, and defenses, it was understandable why you were so reluctant to go.

You could always stay at home and just continue with the perfect world you had built inside your head - stay with the wonderful woman that showered you with endless love and affection.

“Y/n, you know you can’t stay here forever.” The woman tells you, her expression soft as she touched your cheek. “You’ll be okay. I’ll be right here.” She assures you, standing on her tiptoes just to press a kiss to your forehead and then another peck to your lips.

“Now, get some sleep. You have a big day tomorrow.”

The following day, you woke up earlier than you wanted due to your alarm. It made you a little bit grumpy since you were having such a pleasant dream with the woman you’ve created in your head.

And unlike most dreams, you could remember every single thing that’s happened between the two of you that it scared you just how real the whole thing felt. Her touch, her voice, her warmth, all of it felt too real and you started to question your sanity.

Of course, you thought you’d already lost your mind before, but now though, you weren’t too sure of yourself anymore.

So on the way to your morning classes, backpack strap clutched tightly in your hand whilst you kept mulling over your thoughts, you failed to notice someone calling after you.

It was only when the person had caught up to you and grabbed your arm did you stop walking, flinching at the sudden contact and spinning around to find a pink haired girl, hunched over and catching her breath after doing her best to run after you.

“You...” She huffed before she was finally able to stand upright and you felt your eyes widen when she looked you square in the face.

Even with the pink dyed hair, you could still recognize those bright and sparkling brown orbs, wide smile, and chubby cheeks anywhere. This was the same girl you’d been talking to in your head.

The same girl you merely made up.

But she was real.

And she was saying something that you completely failed to hear because of how your brain had stopped functioning. The only idea you get is when she extends her hand with, what looked like, your wallet in her grasp.

“I tried calling you, but you seemed a bit distracted. First day of nerves?” She tries to ease your worries and you’re smitten with how beautiful she looks in real life - your own imagination barely did her any justice.

“I-” You try to say something, but the words are all stuck in your throat. When you don’t immediately take the wallet, the girl assures you that she hasn’t taken anything or looked inside. “I swear, I saw you drop it a while ago.”

Quickly, you take your wallet and thank her, also apologizing for your awkward state. “I’m just a bit distracted is all.” But her smile only widens before she held on to the strap of her own bag. “It’s alright. I can understand that with college and all. You don’t necessarily have to be a freshman to feel nervous on the first day.”

There’s a pause and neither of you speak, just awkwardly standing there until it was her to break the silence again. “Well, I think I should get going. Don’t wanna be late.” You blink, failing to understand what she means until a second after. “Oh! Right, sorry. I’m sorry for holding you up.”

“It’s alright, but I hope to see you again, Y/n.” You freeze as your name easily rolls off her tongue, knowing full well you hadn’t introduced yourself to each other, and the only way you think she could possibly is she was the exact same person you saw in your imagination.

“Okay, so I may have taken a peek at your wallet because I wanted to know the name of the cute girl I just so happen to see.” She admits sheepishly before heat flares on your face. “I, oh, thanks?”

She giggles before taking a step towards one of the campus buildings. “My name is Gahyeon, by the way. And I mean it when I said I want to see you again.” She finally says and you watch as she slowly walks away.

Though after a few steps, she turns back around, the smile still on her face as she looks at you. “You know... I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere, before, but I’m pretty sure I would have remembered.” She grins before winking. “Text me!”

“Wait, wh-” But she had already ran off, leaving you with a few students walking to their respective buildings in hopes of arriving to class early. And while you hoped to be the same, the encounter had left you completely stunned and dumbfounded.

It’s later in the afternoon when you see the little note in your wallet with Gahyeon’s name scribbled on it, her number right underneath with a tiny heart. You aren’t sure what came over you, but instead of texting her like she had asked and taking the safer route, you ended up calling her just so you were sure you hadn’t completely lost your mind.

“Whoever this is, you’re lucky that I just finished class.” Her voice greeted your ears and you nearly dropped your phone in surprise, but adjust your grip while clearing your throat.

“Uh, sorry about that. I was just... kinda making sure this number is right.” You admit and you could practically see the smile on her face through her voice. “Y/n! I didn’t think you would call. I mean, I did say to text me, but I’m not complaining.” She tells you and you find yourself smiling a bit at her chipper demeanor.

“Well, I could always end the call and just text you.” You explain, but she cuts you off before you could even try. “Don’t you dare.”

The conversation from there seemed to flow easier. You had managed to stop thinking about the little world in your head and focused more on what was in front of you.

Gahyeon was quick to befriend you and you found yourself enjoying reality much more, now that there was something that was actually worth sticking around for. You tell her about the imaginary her that you’ve once thought off before, when you get the courage of telling her that you’ve been having some feelings budding in your chest.

Because even in reality, you were still able to love who she was and everything about her.

“So you’ve been dreaming about me all this time?” She hummed when she’s able to let everything sink in, and at your shy nod, she can’t help the soft smile that creeps up her lips before she was gently placing her hand on yours.

“Well, I think there’s one more thing I have to admit.” She chuckles while playing with your fingers. “I’ve been dreaming about you, too.”

#girl group #girl group scenarios #girl group imagines #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher scenarios #Gahyeon #Lee Gahyeon #dreamcatcher gahyeon #gahyeon dreamcatcher #gahyeon scenarios #gahyeon imagines

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peachyaone · 3 years

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Lonely Heart pt.4

Warning: Mentions of alcohol.

Iris arrived at the airport along with Ashley. Iris rubbed her eyes and stretched. She lets out a groan, sleeping on an airplane seat wasn’t exactly comfortable. Iris's bandmates, Helena, Maia and Julia was making small talks with each other so they can keep up with what's going on. As they waited for their luggage, Iris went to checked on her phone.

10 texts messages from Lemon Boy 2 missed calls from Boatboi and Mikey 1 voicemails from Si<3 20 texts messages from Lukey<3

She listened to Sierra’s voicemail.

"Hey, angel." Sierra said on the voice mail. "I know I'm the last person you want to hear from right now after what happened, and I just want to say that we're both sorry." Sierra said. "I'm sorry I didn't take your side, sorry that I didn't understand from your point of view. I'm sorry for giving up so easily, but I understand if you don't forgive me but at least forgive Luke." she took in a breath. " He’s been beating himself up. And he barely slept. We went to Ashton's and he explained everything to us. We were so foolish for not give you a chance to explain. We're sorry."

Julia, who’s the bassist of her band, turned around to see Iris with tears in her eyes. "Hey, Iris?" she called out. Iris's head shot up, she cleared her throat and wiped away her tears. "Yeah?" she said. " We got your luggage, ready to leave?" Julia said. Iris nodded. "Wanna borrow my sunglasses? It can help cover up... only if you want to." she offered. "Thank you." she said quietly. Iris took the sunglasses. "No problem, bub." Julia beamed, patted Iris in the head. "Now come on, let’s head to the hotel, but let's go greet some fans, first." Helena said. Well, when Helena said "some fans" she meant crowds of people waiting to meet them.

"OH MY GOD! THEY'RE HERE!" "Hey Iris, can I get a picture?' "I LOVE YOU, IRIS" "WE LOVE YOU"

Iris smiled and took a few pictures with them. "uh..I-Iris?" She heard a small voice muttered out. She turned to see a girl with brown skin and long black hair."Hey sweetie, what's wrong?" she asked. "I-I made you something!" she said as she handed her a bag. Iris took the bag, in it was a painting of Luke, Sierra and her, and other stuff. Her heart ached. She forced a smile, "Oh my god, did you paint this? It's so beautiful!" The girl blushed profusely and nodded. Iris hugged the girl. "Thank you, sweetie. What's your name?" The girl smiled. "Nia, it's Nia." she said. "Well, Nia, thank you again for this beautiful painting! Are you coming to the shows?" Iris asked. "Y-Yeah I'm going to the one tomorrow." Iris hugged her again. "Can't wait to see you tomorrow then!" She smiled and waved goodbye. Helena, after overheard her conversation with Julia earlier, stayed awhile to wait for Iris. “You okay, shortcake?” she asked. Usually, Iris would protest when Helena called her “shortcake”. But she didn’t this time.

*timeskip*

As they reached the hotel, it was midnight. They got their keycard, and told each other goodnight. She unpacked her stuff, placed her guitar and her gift beside the vanity. She took a warm shower, the water cascading down her back, relieving her tense muscles. She dried off and changed into her boy-boxers and oversized hoodie she stole from Luke. She forgotten that she put that in. The smell of cashmere and him filled her senses and she felt her mood dampened.

She unlocked her phone and opened Instagram. She saw that Luke had posted. The caption said:

For Buttercup xoxo.

He was holding his guitar, as he played a rhythm the she recognized, but she couldn’t remember the lyrics. She had heard them boys talking about this before, but never sung it. He looked so tired, she could see the circles underneath his eyes.

Your type of mind, so hard to find, Native of mine, you're just my kind, Down on my knees, I’ll always follow, I promise you until the end of time.

Her heart yearned to hold the man in her arms and forgive him for every wrong he had committed over the past few days. She knew he was hurting. She had avoided his messages because she was too blinded by her own betrayal and sadness to truly realize what her absence had done to the man.

Such a lonely heart, oh woah Such a lonely heart, oh woah If you can't find another reason to stay Then I know I'm gonna always have a lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely Heart, oh woah Heart

He looked physically in pain, yet his emotions was conveyed by the lyrics of the song. Tears fell from her own eyes as she witnessed the man she loved experience such heartache.

Your precious heart, can't watch it break So I close my eyes while you walk away Can I have a second chance? Can I have another dance? Can I start another life, with you? When I wake up in a haze, and I haven't slept in days You're a thousand miles away-

But then she remembered he had hurt her so deeply. But also, she could feel his apology through the verse itself. She knew he wasn't great with words so he'll depend on songs to express what he felt. It was too much. Iris looked away, the sharp pain in her heart gave a shock, her hand reaching up to grasp over her heart. She feels lightheaded. Her chest ached, a heaviness was pressing on her chest. Iris shaked her head, slowly reaching for keycard on her nightstand. Staggering, she stood and made her way to Helena's room. A sob escapes her, her weak attempts of keeping it in failed. "Helena-" she called out. "please...open the door." She curl herself into a ball, tears slipping down her face. She felt the door open. "Iris!" Helena exclaimed.

She open her eyes as Helena's arm wrapped around her, her hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. Maia heard the commotion outside and rushed outside. “What’s wrong?” She asked. She looked at the pair on the floor. “Hey Iris.” She cooed. “Hey. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you, okay?” she said. “Iris. Iris, grab my hand.” She look at Helena, confused. "Just do it." She moved her gaze from her hands to Helena's, slowly taking it and holding it in her palm. “Squeeze.” She told her, Iris's eyes drifting up to meet hers. She smiled reassuringly. “Go on. Squeeze as hard as you can.” Iris's tightened her hands around Helena's palm, her eyes still on her face. "Keep going.” She nodded.

“Now match my breathing. In, out. In, out.” Maia whispered, her hand still rubbing circles on Iris’s back. Iris tried to concentrate on the way Maia’s chest, moving up and down, attempting to copy with her own breathing. There’s an overwhelming scent of Luke lingering on every breath she take. “Hey, hey, hey. Focus on me, Iris.” Helena said, snapping Iris out her thoughts, “That’s it. Well done sweetheart, you can do it.” Maia reasurred. They stayed like that for a while; Helena whispering reassurance, Iris’s matching Maia’s breathing. Finally, after what felt like forever, She stopped shaking and her heart rate slowed back down.

"You okay, now? Do you need anything? I could get you water, snacks, anything..?" Maia asked. "Just stay with me, please." She clinged to them ."Alright." She said. "Would you like to tell us what happened?" Helena asked. Iris told them about Luke and about Sierra's voicemail. "He looked so sad, did I mess everything up?" She whispered. "No, Iris. He snapped at you. He should've listened to your reasons before jumping into conclusions like that." Maia reassured. “Look, I want you to stay with me for a little bit, okay?” Iris began shaking her head, ready to pull out of her grasp. “Oh, ‘Lena, no, it’s okay, I ca—” “Iris, please,” Helena begged. “Just for tonight, yeah? You’re not in a right headspace for you to be alone right now.” Iris nibbled on her lip, sniffling and conflicted as she timidly asked, “Are you sure?” Helena nodded firmly. "Alright then." Iris whispered.

"Can you walk?" Maia asked. "I-I think s-so" She said, attempting to stand. The pair supported her back so she could stand. And helped Iris to back to Helena’s bed. "Sit tight, I'll grab some stuff from your room, okay?" Maia asked her. "Okay." Iris mumbled. "Just rest, do you want to postpone the concert tomorrow?" Helena softly asked. Iris rapidly shook her head. "No, no, no. I'll be fine, don't worry. i can do it." she rambled. "Alright, now go get proper sleep." Helena said.

*The next day*

Ashley went to check her phone. There was a text from Ashton.

[7:10 am, 11/10/2019] Ashton 5sos: Hey Ashley

[7:10 am, 11/10/2019] Ashley: Hey Ashton, what's up?

[7:11 am, 11/10/2019] Ashton 5sos: Nothing much

[7:11 am, 11/10/2019] Ashton 5sos: I only wanted to know how is Iris, she doing okay?

Ashley looked at the woman on the bed, She went to check on her in the morning, to find she’s in Helena’s room. Iris was curled up in the covers, her eyes slightly puffy and her cheeks are flushed. But other than that, she sleeping so soundly.

[7:12 am, 11/10/2019] Ashley : She's okay. Helena told me had a breakdown last night but she okay now. She still sleeping though. She said she had pains in her chest, I’m worried.

[7:14 am, 11/10/2019] Ashton 5sos: Oh god, I knew that something was wrong. Is there something I can do to help?

[7:14 am, 11/10/2019] Ashton 5sos: Please tell me, I want to help.

[7:15 am, 11/10/2019] Ashley : I don’t know about that, Ashton. And you're in LA and we're halfway around the world. We went to check up on her, she was burning up.

[7:18 am, 11/10/2019] Ashley: i think she's getting sick.

[7:20 am, 11/10/2019] Ashton 5sos: But I can fly out there, I can go see her

[7:20 am, 11/10/2019] Ashton 5sos: I want to see Iris better, she’s like family to me.

Iris stirred, little whimpers could be heard from her. “No……please” she whimpered. Helena shushed her back to sleep. Ashley lightly felt Iris’s forehead for any signs of fever, and she was unusually warm.

[7:21 am, 11/10/2019] Ashley : Ashton, your band needs you more, you're working on your album. what would your management say, when they finds out that you’re flying out, just for her.

[7:23 am, 11/10/2019] Ashley : I can take care of her, Ashton. Trust me.

[7:24 am, 11/10/2019] Ashton 5sos: The album can wait, we have a lot of time, and the boys, I’m sure that would understand. Fuck the management! I don’t give a damn. I want to know if she’s okay, I need to see her if she’s physically and mentally okay.

[7:27 am, 11/10/2019] Ashley: Fine, but wait, if she gets worse, you can come and also, don't come to me if Iris starts throwing hands. You know how she is, chaotic yet so kept-together.

[7:30 am, 11/10/2019] Ashton 5sos: I don’t mind if she tries to throw hands, you have no idea how many times she did. But I be glad to see her okay.

[7:30 am, 11/10/2019] Ashley: alright then. Look i have to go, duty calls y'know. See you later, Ashton. I’ll update you if anything happens.

[7:30 am, 11/10/2019] Ashton 5sos : Alright! Thank you, Ashley.

[7:33 am, 11/10/2019] Ashley: No problem.

Ashley placed down her phone, sighing. Iris stirred awake. “ Iris, you’re awake. You feeling better?” Helena said softly, stroking Iris's bed hair so it'll look a little bit neat. They heard a muffled "yes" from her. “Come on, now, we have an live session to go to” Ashley said. “Oh yeah.” she got up, stretched for a bit and yawned. “Go get ready, We’re leaving in few hours.” Ashley reminded. “Okay, see you then.” Then Iris went back to her room.

Her phone was still on the bed. She switched it on. What greeted her was hundreds of notifications from Twitter and Instagram. Fans tagged her in a news post.

“TROUBLE IN PARADISE? POLY TRIAD, LUKE HEMMINGS, IRIS ADLER AND SIERRA DEATON, DID THEY BROKE IT OFF? OR SOMETHING REALLY DIFFERENT?”

“Days after the pictures of the lead vocalist of The Temptresses, Iris Josephine Alder, who was assumed to be cheating on her partners, Luke Hemmings from 5 Seconds of Summer and Sierra Deaton, former singer from Alex & Sierra.”

“The lead vocalist of 5SOS posted a 2 minute clip of a new song for their upcoming album, CALM. Following it, was a caption that said, “For Buttercup xoxo.” Is the mysterious “Buttercup” , Iris herself? The rockstar was seen with singer, Halsey at the Heathrow Airport in London the day before for Halsey’s Manic world tour with Iris as the opener.”

Iris scrolled through the news, until one specific line she read struck her hard.

“The couple was seen walking out of Starbuck at Midtown, LA. They looked pretty happy, maybe they would much be better off without Iris-“

Better off without Iris.

Better off without her.

Iris threw her phone at the mattress, rushed to her bag and pulled a flask. She knew it was bad, and Ashton would give her a lecture about it. But she couldn’t resist. She drank. When she emptied the flask, she was buzzed. It wasn’t enough but it numbed her for a bit. She prepared herself, slick backed her mullet, put on light makeup and wore presentable clothes. She chewed on some mints, just to make sure. She was ready.

here's the outfit:

It slightly covered her neck tattoo, a reminder of them. She wanted to cover up or hide anything that reminded her of them. She couldn't handle the sight. She reminisced the passionate nights they had. The quiet mornings they shared, Iris loved those moments, when she was with them, everything felt right.

*Flashback*

It was December. Snow slowly fall from the sky, Sierra knows just how much Iris adores the snow. They both do. Luke enjoys the way he see the pure amazement light up in her eyes. They stared at her as Iris looked out into the world outside. It like giving a child the gift they always wanted on their birthday. Sierra was the first one to break, she slipped on Iris’s oversized cardigan. Her steps are quiet as she crosses the room to sit beside Iris. “Hey angel” she cooed, her palm caressed her face. Iris’s fluttered shut, her lips curled into soft smile. “Mornin’ Si “ she mumbled, face instinctively nuzzled into her palm.

Luke decides to join them, he put on his sweatpants, and stood behind Iris but his arms snaking around her waist , she shuddered at the coldness of his fingertips. “ You’re freezing, Lu.” She said. “Couldn’t help it, lovey. M’two girls left me to fend the coldness all by m’self” He said as he pouted. “Sorry, Lu” Iris said. She reached out to brush a stray curl behind his ear. “M’can properly see your pretty eyes now, Lu. It’s so blue, like the sea, very pretty.” She rambled. She turned to Sierra, “Your’s pretty too. It reminds me of nature. I wanna paint both of your eyes, but it wouldn’t be the same.” She rambled again. “And why’s that, angel?” Sierra asked, stroking her cheek with thumb. “I couldn’t get the colors just right. Yours, It’s like different shades of browns and blacks. And Luke’s different shades of blue.” She said. “I don’t have the talent to do it either. My skills….they’re mediocre.” She said, her concentration on the subject faltered. Her eyes was glued to the window, watching the snowflakes falling, some sticking to the glass and others falling to cover the ground below.

“Angel?” “Hm?” Her eyes still glued to the snow covered scenery outside. “Look at us, honey.” Luke he asked quietly. Iris looked at them. “Your art skills are extraordinary, don’t ever let yourself down like that.” Luke said. “That’s right, Lu” Sierra agreed. Iris sheepishly looked away. “Hey, don’t look away..” Sierra cooed. She hooked her finger under Iris’s chin and lifted it up . They both gave her a kiss on her cheek. “Wanna go outside and play with the snow?” Luke said. “Mhm, maybe later. It’s too early in the morning. Wanna spend this moment with m’favorite people.” She whispered. That morning was quiet and peaceful. She would give everything she had to experience it aga-

“Iris.”

*Flashback ends*

“Iris.”

Iris snapped awake from her daydream from the knocking outside her door. "Coming!" She said. Ashley, Helena, Julia and Maia was outside. "We've been calling you for minutes now, you okay?" Ashley asked concernedly. “We almost had to restrain Julia for breaking down the door.” Maia joked. "Just got lost in thought, that's all. Look I'm ready, I just have to grab my bag and guitar, then we'll be off." She rushed into room, shoved her phone into her bag and slunged her guitar over her shoulder.

"Let's go."

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hopelikethemoon · 4 years

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Conclusions (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Conclusions Rating: PG-13 Length: 2100 Warnings: Angst (fear of abandonment, jumping to conclusions) Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in November 1992. Shoutout to @heather-lynn for unintentionally convincing me to finish this. Summary: Reader wakes up alone.

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Despite how exhausted you were every day, sleep seemed to be a rather difficult pursuit to achieve. A pursuit that seemed to evade you until those last few hours before your alarm clock went off and a new day was forced to begin. Even on the weekends, your body refused to let you get more than a handful of hours of sleep.

Being pregnant sucked. At least you weren’t throwing up quite as frequently as you were in those first few months.

Recently — very recently — you had discovered that Javier was pretty good at putting you to sleep. Sure, he gave a killer back massage, but his real skills came from his mouth. That first night with him hadn’t given him the opportunity to show off what his mouth could do.

All Javi had to do was spend an hour or so between your legs, helping you crest over the edge, and in the post-orgasm haze your body finally gave in and let you relax.

But just because he got you to fall asleep, didn’t mean the baby growing inside you would let you stay asleep. Like clockwork, somewhere around one or two in the morning you’d find yourself wide awake until you finally fell back asleep somewhere around five. It was torture.

The sunlight streaming through your bedroom window was what started to wake you up at first. You stirred, stretching your legs out beneath the covers — seeking a cool spot to keep them as you started to roll over onto your other side.

“What time is it?” You mumbled, eyes still closed as you reached out beside you. Your heart sank as you found the bed beside you empty.

It was the weekend. Javier always stayed over for the weekend.

You ran your hand over the sheets beside you, finding them cool to the touch. He hadn’t been laying there for at least an hour. Maybe longer.

Had he said something about not being able to stay? As far as you knew, he wasn’t on assignment this weekend. Javier tried his best to avoid being thrown into the field over the weekends — it was the only time the two of you could just be.

A rush of unbidden emotion flooded your senses.

What if he had left? What if, at some point last night, he’d decided he didn’t want this. The baby. You.

And that cut you to the core.

Maybe you deserved it. After all, you’d been the one to leave him first. Was this how he felt the morning after? Confused. Alone.

You rolled onto your back, pressing the heels of your palms against your eyes in a vain attempt to forestall the tears that you felt brimming in them. You couldn’t fucking stand how emotional you were. You were never one to cry. You’d been through too much shit in your life to sit around and cry about it… but pregnancy?

Everything made you want to cry.

But this? The sudden rush of fear that Javier had finally had enough of this bullshit, made you want to crawl into a hole and die. You could do this alone, if you had to… but you couldn’t do it in Colombia.

Knowing what it felt like to be loved by him — losing that? You weren’t going to subject yourself to the pain of having to work across an office from him. Maybe they’d let you transfer to another office stateside.

You could go back to Atlanta, if they’d have you there. You’d left on good terms and given your situation, you’d take a shitty desk job just to stay with the agency. You’d work your way back up from the groundfloor if you had to.

The tears fell freely, trailing down over your temples and dampening your pillow just above your ears. You stared up at the ceiling, willing yourself to stop jumping to conclusions. But you were already mapping out a future for you and your baby that didn’t include Javier. And that brought on a fresh wave of tears.

You could do this on your own. You didn’t need anyone. You were actually really good at living your life alone. Besides, you wouldn’t be alone if you had your daughter. You wouldn’t fail her the way you had been failed.

Reluctantly you sat up, wiping away the tears as they slid down your cheeks. Fuck. What a shitty way to start off a Saturday — crying almost always caused you to suffer through a headache for the rest of the day.

Thanks Javier.

You frowned as your eyes flickered to the corner of the room, where Javier’s jeans had been tossed last night. They were still right there, untouched… alongside his boots. Huh. While he had plenty of pairs of extra pants stored in your dresser — he only had the one pair of boots.

Somehow you doubted he’d been in such a haste to leave that he’d fled your apartment barefoot.

You looked towards your bedroom door as you heard a shuffling sound on the other side of it, just before it was pushed open slowly and Javier popped his head through the crack. He looked surprised to see you awake, though that surprise quickly shifted into worry as he met your eyes. “Baby, have you been crying?”

“No.” You lied, wiping at your cheeks.

“Hey…” Javier said gently as he climbed into bed with you. He reached out and took your hands into his, rubbing his thumbs over the backs of them. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

You shook your head as you looked away from him, your eyes fixed on the window. “I feel like a fucking idiot.” You admitted, squeezing his hands tightly, before you pulled your hands from his grasp. “Oh my God.” You covered your face as you brought your knees towards your chest as tears started to fall anew.

Javier hesitated at first. You couldn’t blame him for being confused. When else had he had to deal with a hormonal pregnant woman? “Baby. Baby.” He reached out, running his hand over your back before he moved to sit behind you, pulling you back against his chest.

You turned, tucking your head under his chin as you let him hold you. “I hate crying.” You complained, sniffling as you wiped away your tears as they slid down your cheeks. “I hate it.”

“You wanna tell me why you’re crying?” He questioned, playing his fingers through your hair, cradling the back of your neck.

“It’s stupid.” You admitted. “So fucking stupid.”

“I bet it isn’t,” He whispered as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You sighed heavily, your voice wavering as you answered him. “I thought you left.”

“What?” You felt the way he stiffened beneath you and it made your heart ache.

“I woke up and you weren’t in bed.” You started, chewing on your bottom. “I immediately jumped to conclusions and assumed you left.”

“Baby, why would you think that?”

“Because I’m pregnant.” You shoved him lightly in the chest, pulling back to meet his eyes.

“All these tears are because you thought I left?” He questioned, arching a brow as he regarded you.

“I told you it was stupid.” You pulled yourself out of his hold, trying to move away from him. “Let go, I need to pee.”

Javier’s arms went slack around you, letting you crawl out of the bed and away from him. You ducked out the bedroom door, heading across the hall to the bathroom.

You did need to pee, but in reality, you just wanted to escape from him. Just for a little while.

At first, you’d thought the sleepless nights, nausea, and the constant need to pee would be the worst part of pregnancy, but in reality it was the tidal wave of emotions that constantly plagued you. Honestly, the men at work were lucky you hadn’t turned them in eunuchs over the slightest inconvenience.

Fresh tears started falling again as you sat on the toilet. You hadn’t fully addressed just how much you were afraid of him leaving you. Sure, you’d said as much to him (maybe not in so many words) but the fear was real and ever-present. You didn’t need him, but you wanted him. You desperately wanted him to stay.

And you still hadn’t even told him that you loved him. Those three little words still lived somewhere deep inside of you, too precious to let loose until you were positive he wasn’t going to break your heart.

You hadn’t bothered to lock the door in your haste, which meant there was nothing preventing Javier from barrelling straight into the bathroom with you.

“Javier! Get out.” You hissed, grabbing the spare roll of toilet paper and chucking it at him. “We are not at this level yet.”

“Baby, I held your hair up while you puked up a day’s worth of food three nights ago. You sitting on the toilet isn’t going to sour a goddamn thing.” Javier picked up the roll of toilet paper, sitting it on the sink as he knelt down beside you. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up.”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing quietly as you stared down at the floor in front of you. “Don’t apologize, Javi. You’re allowed to get out of bed,” You grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped at the tear tracks on your cheeks. “I’m just being fucking emotional.”

He reached out and gave your knee a squeeze, “Look, I don’t know much about pregnancy, but I think it’s pretty normal to be emotional, baby. Don’t beat yourself over this.”

You clenched your eyes closed for a moment, before you finally focused your gaze on him. “I just hate how quickly I jumped to the conclusion, Javi. I didn’t even consider that you might’ve been—”

“Making breakfast for you?” Javier leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your knee, before he peeled himself up off the floor. “I thought I’d do something nice and make breakfast for you. So you didn’t have to get out of bed yet.”

You sniffled, wiping away another tear as it slid down your cheek. “You didn’t have to make me breakfast in bed, Javi.” You mumbled, chewing on your bottom lip as you felt it tremble. “Now I feel like an even bigger ass.”

“Baby.” He sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I’m not gonna stand here and let you beat yourself up about this.” You stared at him for a long moment, before he clicked his tongue against his teeth and jerked his head towards the door. “Come on. Your tea’s gonna be cold by the time we get back out there.”

You stood up and flushed the toilet, before moving to wash your hands off at the sink. “Are you going to keep watching me?” You questioned, turning to look at him.

“Yeah. I don’t trust you not to lock the door after I walk out of here.” He gave you a pointed look. “C’mere, baby.” Javier held his arms out for you. “I’m not going to judge you for how you react. Ever.”

You moved towards him and wrapped your arms around him, pressing your face into the crook of his neck. “I just hated how I felt.” You admitted, looking up at him as you played with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He promised you, giving your hips a squeeze as they settled there. “I promise you, you’re stuck with me.”

“I know.” You sighed, rubbing at the spot between your brows. “Did you say you made tea?”

“You got a headache?”

“Of my own making, unfortunately.” You grumbled. “Maybe a little caffeine from the tea will help it.”

“I made your favorite,” Javier told you with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss the spot your fingers had just soothed. He pressed a second kiss to your nose and then a third to your lips. “Do you have anything planned for today?”

You shook your head slowly.

“Good.” He cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone. “I think we deserve a day spent in bed.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded. “I think it might do us both some good.”

You reached down and interlaced your fingers with his, squeezing three times. How had you let yourself be so easily convinced that he was going to leave you? The way he looked at you — the way he’d always looked at you — was not the look of a man who had plans to abandon you. That sort of adoration was a once in a lifetime thing.

And you’d both been willing to wait for it.

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headinthe-fridge · 4 years

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My Grandfather’s Lawyer (pt.7)

⁂ – Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader – ⁂

warning: nsfw, swearing

Summary: Your grandfather, Washijo Tanji, disowned your mother when she was pregnant with you and her hatred towards him was passed on to you. Now, your estranged grandfather wants you to leave your life in Tokyo and come live with him in his estate in the Miyagi Prefecture.

You took a day off and a 6-hour trip, intending to give him a piece of your mind before disappearing from their lives forever. You didn’t expect to see an ailing and fragile old man. Your day trip stretched into weeks and soon, you patched things up with your estranged family and warmed up to everyone -except to one: Ushijima Wakatoshi -your grandfather’s lawyer.

He thinks you have ulterior motives in reuniting with your grandfather.

You weren’t suppose to care what he thinks of you. His opinion didn’t matter.

But it did.

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AN: Sorry for the late update. T_T Work made me not do it earlier. Once again, thank you all for your support! And also for you lovely comments and messages! :))))

You felt helpless at the savage possession of your lips.

You stretched your arms, hands on Ushijima’s chest, trying to push him away. You squirmed before him, trying to escape his grasp, but he held you tighter.

His hot lips continued to assault yours; nibbling and sucking. The faint minty scent of hsi mouthwash filled your nose while his large, warm body enveloped your entire frame.

And he was right. You were getting afraid. You could feel your body betraying you.

You have always found him attractive ever since you first laid your eyes on him. But his cold and aloof attitude was total turn off you. Still, his presence was palpable whenever he was around, you could never not notice him. If he weren’t so unsympathetic and haughty, you would have flirted with him.

And now here he was, showing and making you feel what you’ve once dared to think about these past weeks. And damn, was he good at it. Plus the fact that you haven’t been kissed -or ever been on a date- in so long didn’t help in maintaining your resolve.

Your hands stopped pushing him, opting to just rest on his broad chest. You wanted to get mad at yourself.

His skillful tongue push through your slightly parted lips and you more than yielded. The last strand of your resolve breaking. You leaned towards him, while your hand travelled upwards, cupping his nape and pushing him towards you. Your tongues played, swirled, and tangled. At the same time, heat pooled down your middle.

It’s been so long, shit.

Ushijima’s hands explored your body, sliding down your sides, cupping your butt, until it slowly crept inside your shirt. His warm palm caressed your skin as it moved upwards.

His warm fingers pinched your hardened nipples, the pain and pleasure pulling you back to your senses.

You stilled and broke the kiss before looking away to hide your embarrassment.

“Stop.. I don’t want this.”

“What hypocrisy is this?” Ushijima spat as he withdrew his hand. “I don’t believe that after how you responded to my kiss, you could say it was detestable. Is this what you do with -what’s his name? Tooru? Do you enjoy his kisses and touches then say you don’t like it?” He chuckled darkly. “You’re a tease, you know?”

You felt a vein pop in your head at his insult. Your hand flew and it landed on Ushijima’s cheek -once again. (You did say you were gonna do it again, he should’ve seen that one coming, to be honest.) Your eyes were furious as you glared at him.

“Fuck what you’re saying! And leave Tooru out of this because he’s a lot better than you are!” With that, you pushed past him with all your might.

Wakatoshi could do nothing but stare at your retreating figure, his ears still rang and his cheeks stinging from the second wave of slap you threw him. He wanted to go after you and pull you back but his feet remained rooted to the spot. It irked him beyond hell that you compared him to another man.

Your fiery eyes and intrepid words made him smitten with you on the day he finally met you. He seldom met women who are as impassioned and strong-willed as you are.

Yet, even as weeks pass during your stay here, you remained animus towards him and he, for the life of him, couldn’t understand why. Had he done something for you to be so hostile and defensive towards him all the time?

Flirting was really something that he had no time practising because he didn’t need to -the other person always did that to him and if he likes them back, he’ll entertain. But that was about it. Just entertainment.

But with you, a great fire was incited within him. You are beautiful and graceful and, something he learned from your grandfather, you’re caring and thoughtful as well.

However, it frustrated him to no end at how he could not make a move on you. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to but rather he didn’t know how to. Plus the fact that you kept shooting him virtual daggers didn’t help his situation at all. So when he heard you getting all giddy and sweet towards someone over the phone -and with another man, no less -his temper got the better of him.

As a lawyer, it was his job and duty to carefully choose the words that he will use, he has perfected that, in writing and in speech but, when it comes to you, everything goes down the drain.

He calmed himself before finally turning to leave; brushing away the treacherous thoughts of your lips on him.

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“How are you faring, my little cousin?” Kuroo spoke behind you.

You turned on your seat to face him, hands massaging your massaging your calves. “These heels are killing me.” You groaned, a scowling forming when he chuckled at your unfortunate situation.

“Wait here, I’ll go get you a plaster or something.”

“You’re finally doing something right for once.” You muttered a soft thank you nonetheless and Kuroo disappeared.

You are currently at a party -your party to be exact. Your grandfather decided to be a little extra so he organized a homecoming-slash-welcoming party for you (not that he did the organizing by himself but it’s correct to say he’s the culprit).

You were whisked away to Sendai city this morning where you were glammed and dolled up for this special event. It was an intimate celebration, relatives, close associates, and friends were invited for a nice and classy dinner at an outside garden.

Names swam in and out of your head as the Washijo patriarch pranced around the venue with you in tow, introducing you to everyone. Hence, why your feet are on fire and your calves feeling as if it will burst any second.

You managed to get away from all the hustle and bustle and found a secluded spot. Despite your aching legs and feets, your heart was far from it. It felt like it would burst any minute now from all the emotions that welled up within you. You may have doubted it in the past but it’s crystal clear to you know -your grandfather loves you very much.

You sniffed quietly to yourself, tears welling up in your eyes. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, you didn’t wanna ruin your look for tonight. The summer night breeze swept through your hair and you felt a wave of tranquility wash over you.

However, it didn’t last long when a familiar voice spoke beside you that nearly made you fall off your seat.

Part 8

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