#and he's like oi i've only been me for a few hours! give me time to get a fashion sense!

[yesokayiknow]

okay so you know how it goes: fourteen comes to life in thirteen's clothes. and they're both too short and too loose and entirely too bright for his frame of mind. they worked with a doctor who hid everything behind a too wide smile; not so much with a doctor whose pain and tiredness is written across his face

he needs to change. obviously

and then the star beast starts, and fourteen leaves the tardis, and he's still in thirteen's clothes

he just. he doesn't know. how does he choose new clothes? he feels wrong. how will wearing something else change that?

(donna tells him that it's christmas, mate; it's bloody freezing. maybe wear longer trousers, yeah? also he's both too young and too old to wear braces. just a friendly note)

he doesn't have to explain who he is to the unit scientist, not with those clothes. instead he talks about how he doesn't understand why he looks like this. why he is this. why this face? why isn't he someone new?

actually. maybe he is someone new. was he ever this open before? hm

why do you look like that, sylvia hisses, trying to hide him from the daughter he destroyed ruined left

it's a lottery, he replies, purposely ignorant

he still has his thirteenth self's screwdriver. it's too small in his hands

(the whole time they were her, her hands were too small. she didn't like touching anyway, but whenever someone took her hand, it felt wrong. they were too small. sometimes it felt like if she worked fast enough, tinkered about without stopping, she wouldn't have to look at them)

everything goes wrong. his fault, like always

(blimey. of all the things to carry over from the first time he had this face, it had to be the guilt, didn't it?)

you shouldn't look like that, the doctordonna says, and he runs a hand down his face with a tired laugh

no, the doctordonna says, not the face. a hand reaches out to grasp at the collar of his shirt, at the dangling earring chain. this isn't you. who are you, doctor?

like he knows. like they've ever-

she dies.

she lives. he doesn't deserve it. it isn't about him. he still doesn't deserve it

we're letting it go, donna says, and he looks down at himself, at another him's clothes, another him's screwdriver

well, she never was subtle, his donna

the tardis is gorgeous, though when isn't she. he tries to show off his new console to donna, and she rolls her eyes, and drags him off to the wardrobe

unlike normally, where all the clothes are scattered about, the new tardis wardrobe now also has a line of wardrobes stood against the wall. fifteen of them, to be exact

the last wardrobe is open. and empty

he goes to the second to last, and opens it to reveal a wide array of rainbow patterned shirts. she probably would've hated for her things to be organised like this. always creating mess so she wouldn't have to think about anything important. he laughs. and he takes off the sky coloured coat and the worn boots and the earrings and gently places them inside. tag, he thinks, as he closes the doors

and then he moves down to the eleventh wardrobe, full of brown coats and blue suits and neatly pressed shirts and pairs of converse. and he stands in front of it. and he wonders

after a moment, donna's like wait do you want me to leave?? you never cared about nudity before, did you? and he's like oh actually i do feel more self conscious. huh. weird.

he doesn't have to say, i think i'm a different person. not to donna. she just gives him a smile, and a shoulder nudge, and tells him she'll see him in the console room

the last wardrobe is empty

he takes a breath, and then goes to rummage about in the rest of the clothes

#13 🤝 14 (🤝 12) -> dysphoria 😔 #doctor who #the doctor #fourteen #my fanfic #i mean ig #the tardis is including war. and so am i #the fugitive doctor's clothes are around somewhere also #then he leaves the wardrobe and donna's like literally all you've done is change your colour palette #and he's like oi i've only been me for a few hours! give me time to get a fashion sense! #and she's like well how long were you your last face #and he's like idk. bout a century? #and she's like i saw your clothes before this. that one had decades & never found a sense of fashion so i'm not holding my breath with you. #it's the new year i've decided to write about things only i still care abt probably dsakjlaskjl #why isn't this a proper fic. because i can't be bothered. hope that helps #bye im gonna go make brownies

[txmxkis]

Rinii, what do you think kuroo would say or react when reader starts feeling self-conscious about readers body, like if reader asks "am i getting fatter" or "do you think im fat?"

ohhhhhh i did not plan to do this but this is something that is so personal to me

warnings. gn!reader, fluffy and probably cheesy as always, chubby!reader is implied but i tried to keep it as inclusive as possible, reader is insecure. again, apparently i can only write self indulgent things my bad

you were supposed to be ready to leave the apartment half an hour ago. you weren't usually one to be late to anything, in fact it made you incredibly anxious when you were. however, today your insecurity outweighed your need to be punctual, and you just couldn't leave while looking like this.

actually, today you couldn't leave looking like anything. pieces of clothing lay strewn across the room, hangers discarded on the floor next to the closet. you had tried on every single one, and still there were none that looked flattering on you.

"oi! are you ready yet? i mean, take your time 'n everything, but technically we're late."

kuroo's voice calling from the other room pulls you out of your thoughts momentarily. he never rushes you, which is something you appreciate greatly. it helps that he knows you well enough to know that you would never be late without good reason.

"is there something i can help with orrrr?"

you could hear his voice getting closer and you really didn't want him to see you in this state right now.

he pokes his head past the doorframe and makes a noise of astonishment.

"a tornado go through here while i was gone or somethin'? or are you just trying to spontaneously reorganize things again."

you roll your eyes at that second thing.

"noooo, i just can't decide what to wear. nothing looks good on me today."

he's standing fully in the doorway now, hands in his pockets as he raises an eyebrow and looks you up and down.

"then wear nothing, it looks great on you."

he smirks and you make a futile attempt not to crack a smile as you feel your face start to burn. suddenly you're even more self conscious, so you grab the nearest piece of clothing to hold in front of you.

"tetsurou, i'm being serious! we needed to leave like forty minutes ago and i can't wear any of these clothes without looking-"

you stop yourself just before you could say fat. you hate giving the word a negative connotation. there's nothing wrong with being fat, nothing that should make you feel like this, anyway. like you wanted to crawl out of your skin. usually you were pretty neutral about your body, on very rare occasions could even love things about it. sometimes, it all catches up to you, though.

all the whispers in your head that come from no one but yourself, degrading you and making you feel worthless because of how you look. logically, you know those thoughts are complete and utter bullshit, but it's so hard to continuously fight against them. today, you're slipping a little.

"i know exactly what you're thinking over there. something about your clothes not fitting quite right and that somehow it makes you unloveable."

you don't even have time to pretend to be shocked that he knows you so well before he just keeps on going.

"well i've got news for you, babe, i've never seen you manage to look bad. i actually think it's impossible for you or something."

for a few moments too long, you just stand there gaping at him. he takes that as his cue to walk towards you, remove the sweater that you've been using as a shield, and toss it off to the side.

"there. better."

you finally snap out of it and smack him on the arm, but before you can pull away, he catches your wrist. he brings it up to his lips slowly, and kisses right where your pulse is probably hammering away at the moment, locking eyes with you as he does.

how are you ever supposed to argue with him if he keeps stunning you into silence?

"i don't think you'll ever understand how much i love you, doesn't matter if you change physically or not. and it doesn't matter what you wear either, so can you pleaseeee put on something so we can go. we both know you'll look perfect in anything."

"ugh, fine! but you get to help me pick."

he rubs his hands together with a devious grin, and you know he'll be grabbing the most revealing thing he can find. you know him well, too, after all.

"something appropriate."

"awww, damn."

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #hq imagines #hq drabbles #hq scenarios #chubby reader #plus sized reader #did you expect me to write something else so soon cause i sure as hell didnt #anyways i tried iwjdjwkd8wjdnwm hopefully its good or whatever #cant believe im doing this impulsively. usually i take 3 thousand years to write and keep writing and read over and over and agonize foreve #i dont think i know how to write anything shorter than this lol #[☂] — rini writes!

[the-kr8tor]

Could you do fluffy hobbies reaction to reader having like stretch marks or scars stuff like that?

(Sorry my English isn’t good)💗

Thank you for the lovely request, angel! Hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, wrote with a female reader in mind but no pronouns used. Fluff.

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Hobie comes home tired, in one piece but absolutely knackered. He feels his muscles are about to fall out of his bones from the amount of swinging he did throughout the evening. Unfortunately he also had to patrol into the early hours, thanks to the vulture who decided committing crime at dawn is the perfect time to do that. The sun already rose, bathing Spider-Man in its glow.

He finally reaches the houseboat, opening the living room's window, Hobie finds you curled on his lumpy settee, the entire place clean and free from stray mechanical parts. He's incredibly thankful for your help, but he can't help his guilt eat at him. He only wishes that he could've helped, or at least told you it wasn't necessary, but knowing you, you would've had a way in making him give in, especially when it comes to taking care of him.

Just the sight of you makes his heart swell ten fold. Hobie has missed you dearly, he's been so busy with his responsibilities that you haven't seen each other for an entire week, only having a few minutes in the day to talk, which isn't enough for the both of you. That's probably why you've waited for him to get home, ending up sleeping on his couch tired from cleaning and waiting for him.

Hobie sighs, he's already thinking of a way to thank you and make up for lost time. Walking closer, he blinks wide awake at your outfit. Or his outfit for that matter, you're wearing his old band shirt, its color fading. His boxers reveal your legs, skin on full display.

Curled like a shrimp, you groan awake at the sudden presence. Feeling you stir, Hobie takes his mask off to not scare your half asleep brain. Silently, he sits down on the floor, facing your sleepy face. You slowly open your eyes, smile spreading over your lips once your bleary eyes adjust.

"Hi" you say softly like you're trying not to wake up the rest of the city. Feeling for his gloved hand, your hand blindly reaches for him.

"Love," Hobie helps you halfway, bringing his hand over to yours, you relax once more when he cups his palm atop your own. "You look bloody fit right now"

You snort, "even if I drooled all over your pillows?"

He brings his free hand over to your upper thigh, absentmindedly rubbing your skin. Chuckling, Hobie squeezes it for good measure. "I was talking 'bout your little outfit, did you go shopping in my wardrobe?"

You wake up immediately, insecurity filling you, sitting up, you grab the blanket you've kicked off in the middle of the night to tuck your legs under it. "Sorry, should've asked first"

Hobie's brows furrowed, "you don't have to, oi" he notices your downturned gaze, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing, how's the patrol? You didn't get hurt, right?" You play with the frayed edges of the knitted blanket.

"'m fine, just tired" he takes your hand again, softly, he interlocks his fingers with yours. "Love, what's wrong? You suddenly flipped"

"I'm– it's nothing, just realized I have morning breath"

"You know for a fact I don't care 'bout that. I woke up to that a hundred times before, kissed you in the morning a hundred more. You can talk to me." he ducks to meet your gaze. His mind rushes through several thoughts, nothing good out of all of them.

You make yourself smaller on the couch. He waits while you collect your thoughts. "I-I've got stretch marks on my thighs, sorry" hiding your legs under the blanket. Maybe you should've stayed in your long trousers.

Hobie sighs in relief, cupping your thigh over the scratchy fabric. "Lovey" he says softly, staring deep into your eyes. "It's a part of you, even if you've got scales under there I'll still love every inch of you"

"This?" He squeezes your thighs for extra emphasis "there's nothing wrong with it or you, and anybody who says otherwise can kiss my arse"

You laugh, music to his ears. "Thank you, I needed to hear that"

"I've got stretch marks too. Nothin' to be ashamed of, yeah?"

"Yeah" you nod, smiling softly, laying your head atop his shoulder. Hands splayed over his back in an embrace. He reciprocates immediately, rubbing softly over your tensed muscles.

Hobie lifts you up in one swift movement, you gasp at the sudden increase in height. "Let's get you properly tucked in bed"

"Will you join me?" You say into his neck.

"Of course, after a quick shower. I reek"

"I don't care, you smell great to me"

He laughs, "sure, whatever you say, gorgeous" Hobie slaps your butt cheek for good measure.

#request done #fluffy friday #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #the kr8tor's creations #hobie brown #x reader #atsv fanfiction #spider punk #spider man across the spider verse #spider punk x fem!reader #spider punk x you #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #hobie x reader #hobie x you #hobie fluff #fanfic #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #atsv hobie

[bloodyjuls-blog]

Dogs United - Lucy Bronze

I'm not British, I've only been in England a few times and no, I don't play football. But here I am sitting in the stands of the stadium where the opening match between England and Haiti will be played, literally on the other side of the world. And how did I turn out to be here? On an evening in September last year I was on holiday in Manchester and with my friends we decided to go to a nearby park to relax and enjoy some good weather.

"Oi y/n what about to play football?" One of my friends said. "I'm not going to make a fool of myself eh, you guys play and I'll just watch from over here" I said amused. "Well your loss then" Brenton said. Out of nowhere comes a white dog full of mud and runs across my feet, luckily it didn't stain my clothes. The dog looked lost, so I decided to take it and wait for its owner to come and get it. Suddenly I hear the screams of a girl, well, a hot girl with a gorgeous body, "Narla, Narla, where are you? I let her come closer and when she is in my vision I say "Hey are you the owner of this dog?" I said a little serious. "Yes, who are you and what are you doing with my dog" she said between anger and agitation. "And you're getting angry mate? I could always let the dog run, eh? I said in my poor English, which I understood. "It's true, I'm sorry, it's just that it's as if she was my daughter," she said, calming down. "Don't worry, I'm like that with my dogs" I said in an amused tone. "You're not from here, are you? "said Lucy. "No, I'm from Barcelona and apparently you are from here" i said. "Yes, well not from Manchester properly but I have lived here for a long time". She said looking at Narla. "Well girl, I'm leaving, my friends are already calling me, nice to meet you..."? I said by way of goodbye. "Lucy, my name is Lucy" "well Lucy a pleasure and try not to lose your dog" I said in a joking tone. "bye bye, nice to meet you too" he said and walked away.

"So, what about you and that girl?" my best friend said. "Nothing, she had lost her dog and she turned out to be the one I was petting" I said relaxed waiting for the food to be brought. "And I see that you liked her eh" "she's pretty yes, but I don't know more, the only thing is that her name is Lucy and she's from around here apparently" I said "not even a phone number or instagram, daughter? I can see that you're kind of short girl" he says very funny. "No way. But what time does our flight leave?" I said. "Around 9 pm. So, in 4 hours" says my friend Martina. "Ok.

A week later in a park in Sant Joan Despí, Barcelona.

"Hey Claudio, bring the ball, we're leaving now" I say to my 3 year old Tibetan Mastiff. "This dog is going to drive me crazy, how can he have so much energy" I say to myself, tired of chasing him all over the park. When I take him by the leash he gives me a slight push and I see a girl who looks very familiar to me looking for something. "AHH I remembered, this is the girl from Manchester" I said to myself. "Hey Lucy, you've lost your dog again" I said between worried and amused. "Hey hi, yeah and I can't find her" looking so worried Claudio comes over and starts sniffing her. "Well look, it's your lucky day. Claudio likes to look for things, maybe he can help you to look for her" I say with optimism. "Buah would you do that for my boy?" He says to Claudio tickling his head. "Well, do you have something of your dog for Claudio to smell and look for? I say more seriously. "Yes look, the ball I was playing with" she gives it to Claudio and he soon finds Narla hiding behind the bushes.

"But look who we have here" I turn to look at Narla and find that her paw is in a funny shape and she looks scared. "Hey Lucy, be careful, apparently she has something in her paw" I say looking Lucy in the eyes. "No my baby, I guess the right thing to do is to take her to the vet" she says a little worried. "I was just going to suggest that, in case she has a broken paw or something" I say calmly. "Do you know a good vet to take her to? I haven't been in Barcelona for long and I don't know about this". She asks me. "Of course, girl, there is one in the centre, if you want I'll take you there, I have the car parked over there" I pointed to the car park. "Well come on, let's go".

In the car park...

"So, which is your car?" Lucy asked pointing to the pile of cars in the car park. "That one over there" I said pointing to the grey range rover. "Oi nice car y/n" said Lucy amused. "Well come on, let's go" I said as I attached Claudio's leash to the harness. "Do you mind if I drop Claudio off at home first and then we go to the vet?" "Yeah sure, whatever you want" we headed to my house. To be true my house is too big for me alone but the garden is for my dogs. "You live alone?" Lucy asks a bit incredulous at the size of the house. "Yes, and with my other boys" "You have a boyfriend then?" "What? No Lucy for goodness sake, my boys are my other dogs hahaha but no, I'm single. What about you? Do you have a partner" I say laughing "AHH I get it, no I don't have a PARTNER hahaha." She says amused. "I see you got the memo" I laugh. "So, tell me a little bit about yourself" Lucy asks me. "Well, I'm 28 years old, I've been living in Barcelona for about 15 years but I'm from San Sebastian. Single, 3 big dogs and a lot of free time" "What about you" I ask. "Well, you know, my name is Lucía Roberta but I like to be called Lucy. I'm 31 years old and I've been living in Barcelona for 6 months, I don't have a partner, and Narla is my only company together with my work mates" "well not so bad eh girl" "a bit boring my life too I tell you" says Lucy joking.

"Well we have arrived" I say parking the car in front of the vet's office. "Where are we going?" she says to me, "well, here we are, Hi Pedrito. Look, this dog got lost in the park a little while ago and when we found her she looked like she had a broken leg. Can you take a look at it please" I say seriously. "Sure boss, do you know anything about the owners?" He looks at me and looks at Lucy. "Yes, she is the owner.

Some time later...

"Well, this baby doesn't have a broken leg or anything, she's just a bit hurt, the x-rays have come out clean and I think that if you give her a painkiller and she can't run around the park too much for a few days then she'll be fine" says Pedrito looking at Lucy. "Thank you very much, really". Lucy says happily. "And you too y/n, I didn't know you were the boss" she says in a funny accusatory way. "Well we never talked about work baby" I said laughing. "Well that's true too" "put your location to drop you home" I said looking at Lucy and Narla who was sleeping in her arms.

Already at Lucy's door...

"Well, here we are" I say to Lucy and get out to open the car door for her. "Such a gentlewoman" she says flirtatiously. "For you my queen" "thank you for today y/n and Manchester". "No worries Lucy" I say smiling. "I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner tomorrow as a thank you?" she says glaring at me. "Yes I want to come with you Lucy" her shinny eyes look at me. "well I'll pick you up at 7" "well Lucy" I go over to say goodbye with two kisses and at that moment she steals a kiss on my lips and leaves.

The day I realised who Lucy Bronze was, it was by chance. I already had my suspicions that Lucy could be an influential person in the world of sport but I had never realised that thought and as I was madly in love with her I didn't even care to know what she did for a living. I just thank existence for having such a goddess by my side. But well, the day I discovered that Lucy was Lucy was when my crazy lesbian friends found a tweet that said there were rumours that a women's team for the third time in the champions league was going to fill the camp nou. And yes, I am a crazy lesbian but I know as much about sports as I know about astrophysics, which is to say, nothing. When my friend Jade showed me the photos I recognised Lucy and of course, at that moment everything made sense.

I decided to surprise Lucy at her next match and go to see her "she will be happy" I thought. So I pulled my contacts and my friend Jade, who is dating a Barça guy, gave me some tickets for the match in the VIP area near the stadium. Having sorted that out, I decided to buy a t-shirt of my girl and wait for the day of the match.

When I arrived at my seats the first thing I thought was that this stadium is very big and that only the best can play there and I wasn't wrong. When the girls came out to warm up it was a show, everyone shouted, made noise, sang club songs and on two occasions they sang "un día de partit...". I had already learnt it. When I saw the last player leave I was in shock. My girl in shorts and playing sport is from another world, but seeing how perfect she looks in the blaugrana colour made me feel things. How good she looks doing sport and I was like a lost puppy watching her. I can't believe that it's been almost 6 months since we've been together and I've never seen her doing sport, if my girl is such a sweetheart.  When the game was over I saw the girls coming to give autographs and take pictures, so I went over and waited for Lucy to approach the group where I was. As she was heading this way I waited until I was the last person she was going for a photo and I said "Lucia Roberta, will you take a photo with me?" To which she turns around and looks at me and is shocked. I laugh "can you sign my t-shirt too?" She comes out of her trance and slyly takes the picture with me and signs my t-shirt.

Back at my house we have a few laughs while I tell her how I realised she was a footballer. "So you accidentally realised that I play football," she says to me with a laugh. "Yes love, and you know I don't know anything about football, so add to that the fact that I spent the whole game trying to figure out what was going on" "hahahahaha I imagine you looking like a lost puppy, oh baby" she comes closer and gives me a cuddle "I'm not laughing, now it's your responsibility to teach me the basics so I don't get bored" I tell her between kisses. "I'd love to, honey". "One thing love, it didn't bother you that I went like that without warning?" I say a little more seriously. "No babe, actually it was a nice surprise, the girls want to meet you."

Weeks before she left for camp....

"Baby I want to go on a weekend holiday to the beach, are you in?" I say to Lucy as I go looking at accommodation and flights. "A weekend you and me alone on a beach, where do I sign up?" she says super happy. "Come on, I'll book everything" I lean over and give her a little kiss. "Oh love, my parents have a yacht in Ibiza and they have told me that if we want to use it we should let them know so they can arrange everything" she says casually. "Your parents have what? Hey tell me the truth, are you and your family one of those posh ones or what?" I laugh and nod my head. "Yeah Lucia Roberta, my parents have money hahaha" I look at her playfully. "Now it makes sense that you are so stubborn and capricious" she tells me amused. "That's how you love me sweetheart" I blow her a kiss.

And that's how I turned out in Australia watching the love of my life participate in what will possibly be her last world cup (according to what she explained to me because I swear that what I know the most about football is the goal).

#woso #fc barcelona femeni #lionesses #woso x reader #woso imagines #fcb femeni #woso fic #lucy bronze imagine #lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze #england lionesses #lionesses x reader

[officialabortive]

Naga!bakugou imagine pt2

Part 1

It had been a few hours since you had been taken into the den of a naga who introduced himself as Katsuki Bakugou

While his size alone showed the immense power he held, you felt no fear toward him. Well, not anymore

Yes, of course the initial shock and confusion left you petrified and shaking, but it quickly wore off when you realized he meant you no harm. It became obvious when he arranged furs and blankets into a little circle and placed you right in the center of the cushy assortment

So far you've gathered that he is keeping you as a sort of pet for him to study, wanting to gather information on human kind

He spent some time poking and prodding at you, tugging at the strange fabrics that cover most of your skin. Also having removed your shirt

Now he carried you on his hip as he moved swiftly through the forest. Your head resting atop his shoulder as you held on. Apparently you were headed out to see "shitty hair" or whatever that meant

It hadn't taken long to arrive at a cave. Its entrance was partially covered by hanging ivy. As soon as bakugou -who still was carrying you- entered the threshold, he started shouting for the one that resided here. "OI SHITTY HAIR! I FOUND SOMETHING"

"Oh hey! What's up bakugou"

You turn your head to see who had responded. It was another naga, and just like the one you were with he had spiked hair, only this naga's was brightred. This one had a black tail with small patches of grey, and a smile full of pointed teeth

But as soon as you entered his line of sight, his smile dulled and eyes went wide. You saw his mouth open with the intent to speak, but no words came out. Instead, his dark red eyes being back and forth between you and bakugou

Bakugou smirked at his reaction, moving closer and setting you down to the cave floor

"...you have got to be kidding me. Is that really a human?"

"Damn right. Found 'em right outside my den, completely lost"

"Huh, weird. I've never seen one of these little guys before" he leaned down to get a better look at you, the sudden motion causing you to flinch back closer to bakugou. This made both nagas huff a slight chuckle

"Aww, its alright, no need to be shy" his bright genuine smile seemed reassuring enough. "I'm Eijiro Kirishima, a friend of Bakugou's."

"...I'm y/n"

Bakugou swooped you back into the confines of his toned arms, moving deeper into the cave. Kirishima staying at his side as you saw an area not unsimiler to bakugou's den. This was obviously the main living area, furs padding the floor with a generous amount of pillows that sit in a corner

Stopping at the edge of the large living space, bakugou put you back on your feet so he could lean on a pillow. Kirishima settles close by, pulling you in so you sat against his long tail which formed a U shape

You were handed a plush embroidered pillow to which you hugged against your chest and rested your chin

Kirishima's gaze lingered on you, with a look of sadness, pity. You were obviously so far from home, and don't know the way back. And you're such a small being, lacking the needed height and muscle to defend yourself. He could help but wonder 'what if a bear had been the one to find you instead of bakugou!?'. Such a defenceless creature wouldn't stand a chance

"Ya know, I've heard lots of stories about what humans are like but you don't match a single one." That peaked your interest, wanting to know the tales of humans, told by nagas

With a tilt of your head you give kirishima a wondering look, insinuating you want to know more

"They all say humans are vicious and attacked others brutally, even their own kind. Stories of powerful weapons and slaughter for the purpose of stealing away homelands...

You could tell his mind was starting to wander off topic, his sentence trailing off

"What's- why... umm, your legs. Why is the skin on your legs a different color than the rest of you?"

He was referring to your pants. Apparently he thought your clothing was a part of you, your skin to be exact.

"That isn't skin dumbass. It's not even attached to them. look-"

Bakugou pulled you to rest against his coiled tail, and tugged off your pants in one quick motion

You yelped at the suddenness, cold air now brushing against your skin

Ok so, I've got writer's block. This has been sitting in my drafts and I can't think of anything else to add to this so I'm just posting it.

MASTERLIST

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[thefallennightmare]

Broken-eight

*credit to whoever credit the gif. found on google/pinterest*

Pairings: Barry Keoghan x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, implied smut, mentions of alcoholism and death.

Summary: A failed marriage wasn't in the cards for Reader, she thought she found her happily ever after with Barry. While trying to overcome the heartbreak, a tragic event brings them back together temporarily. Will the devastating loss bring them back together or be what pushes them apart for good?

Authors Note: I've noticed a bit more traction with this story since the last update. Makes me very happy!

The house was an eerie, unsettling quiet, as the only noise that echoed throughout the house was the dreaded grandfather clock. I always hated that thing, my mom did as well. It was my dad that brought it home one day, years ago. He used to love antiquing, and I could remember his exact words and the way he said it on that day. 

“Oi, quit your whining. It’s a beautiful clock, almost as beautiful as you.” My dad mused while kissing my mom on the lips. 

Their love was like any other, never fighting, always being by each other's side no matter what they went through. I had always strived to find a love like that, promised myself that I wouldn’t settle until I did and for a while, I thought it did with Barry. How wrong and naive I was. 

With a soft sigh, I pinched my eyes shut in hopes to stop the tears from falling. I had done enough crying for the day, hell maybe even the week, when I returned home from my therapy session. After Barry had walked out to answer his phone call, I gave an apologetic smile to Ms. Rogers before sauntering out past Barry. I decided not to get a ride back home with him, upset about the way he acted during our session, and got a taxi instead. Barry never even looked away from his phone as I stormed out of the therapy office. 

That was a few hours ago and I had been alone since then. No word from Barry on where he was or if he was coming back. There was a small ounce of hope that he was so upset and angry with the session that he decided I wasn’t worth it anymore and went back to his own place. 

“I can only wish,” I mumbled to myself as I kept myself busy by sorting through the stack of mail. 

Typical bills or letters, a few cards offering their condolences, and at the bottom of the stack was the dreaded manila envelope that I had yet to open. I was afraid to find out what my parents had left me in their will or if there was anything left to leave me. However, I knew I couldn’t put it off forever, whatever was in the envelope needed a final decision soon. 

My eyes glanced over to the empty bar cart and I silently wished there was even half a bottle left. Anything to give me the courage to open the envelope. 

The grandfather clock chimed loudly six times, indicating it was now six in the evening. With a check of my phone, I realized that Barry hadn’t called or texted me and came to the conclusion that he had in fact returned to his own home. 

I tapped my foot, weighing the decision between my shoulders almost as if there was an angel on one and a devil on the other. 

Stay home and waste another night in front of the television or go to the pub that was a short walk and enjoy one drink. 

It was only one drink, what could hurt? Barry was gone which meant that whatever deal we had was officially off of the table. 

Before I could second guess the decision I had made, I snatched my keys from the bowl next to the front door, my footsteps bounding down the concrete steps. 

“One drink,” I said out loud to myself. 

“Where ya headed?” 

My feet halted as I nearly ran into the body that stood in front of me with a suitcase in one hand and a brown bag in the other. 

“Barry?” I asked. 

His brow raised. “Again I ask, where ya headed?” 

My mouth ran dry as I tried to come up with an excuse. “I was running to the market quickly. We’re out of eggs.” 

Barry motioned to the paper bag in his left hand. “I already went. Try again.” 

“Why don’t you tell me where you’ve been all afternoon?” 

As much as I tried, I couldn’t hide the jealous tone from my voice. The thoughts of where he was or who he was with wouldn't stop the entire time he was gone. 

He merely shook his head before walking past me into the house. “Jealousy never looked good on ya, Y/N.” 

I scoffed, offended, and followed him back inside. 

“I am not jealous. I just wanted to know where you’ve been? I thought you went back home,” I said while tossing my keys back into the bowl. 

“Is that why you were headed to the pub?” He asked while putting away the groceries. 

My mouth pulled to a thin line, my silence being the answer he needed. 

“I thought we had a deal?” Barry sighed while looking directly at me. 

I bit down hard at the inside of my cheek to keep the snarky remark to myself. 

“Well, I thought the deal was off since you disappeared all afternoon,” I reiterated my words from earlier.

He sat down on the couch while I kept my hands sprawled on the back of it, looking down at him. There was a tiredness in his eyes and suddenly I felt a pang of guilt. 

“After my phone call with the promoter, I decided to head back to the gym for another quick spar. The guy I’m fighting in big time around here. I want to make sure I’m prepared,” Barry explained, him still looking up at me. 

I nodded, moving around the couch to sit, making sure there was still some space between us. 

“I also had to grab some more clothes,” he motioned to his suitcase next to the front door. “I’ve got five days left with ya but can’t keep wearing the same clothes.” 

“Oh,” I nodded again, eyes looking over to the other couch in the room that still had the blankets and pillows from his slumber last night. 

“Is the couch fine?” I asked. “I feel terrible knowing there’s another bed for you to sleep in. It’s my parents but.” 

My words trailed off, the strength to finish the sentence faltering at the mention of my parents. Barry immediately understood and placed a soft hand on my thigh. 

“I’m fine with the couch. It’s only for a few more days,” he said. 

The way my stomach fell made me realize that as much as we had been fighting lately, I was going to miss him when he did in fact leave. 

“So,” I adjusted myself on the couch, Barry’s hand falling away. “Can we talk about the therapy session?” 

He sighed and ran a hand over his face. “I don’t see how we got anywhere when all she cared about was our sex life?” 

“I mean, it was an honest question she asked us. You said it yourself, we got married young.” 

“What did you want me to say? That all I cared for during our marriage was sex?” Barry asked. 

I pointed between us. “We did start off as friends with benefits.” 

“I know,” he nodded while pursing his lips slightly. “But if I remember correctly, you were the one that said no strings attached.” 

“Yet, I was the one who fell the hardest,” I muttered while cracking my knuckles. 

With the way Barry sighed, I knew he had heard my voice even if I tried to keep it to myself. 

“Y/N,” he squeezed his eyes shut. “I don’t know what else you want from me.” 

Anger began to boil low in my stomach but refused to get upset with him just yet. There was something I wanted to know, something that Ms. Rogers asked him before our session ended.

“Do you still love me?”

The question wavered, my voice cracking on the word love.

Barry lifted his head from the back of the couch and stared at me, lips parting slightly. His pupils dilated before avoiding my own gaze, staring at his hands in his lap. 

“I do-.” 

He was cut off by the sudden loud ringing of his phone and I started to wonder if he had somehow rigged it to interrupt our important conversations as a way to get out of it. 

I was about to tell him not to answer when the flash image of a blonde appeared on the screen, my heart dropping low in my belly. 

Alyi. 

“I thought you two broke up,” I said. 

“I never said that,” Barry responded, his thumb ghosting between the answer and decline button. 

I hummed. “Then why won’t you answer it?” 

With a quick decision, Barry hit the red decline button before pocketing his phone. 

“I don’t feel like fighting with someone else right now,” he shrugged. 

I shook my head. “We’re not fighting.” 

He let out a low chuckle. “That’s all we ever do.” 

“Then why are you still here, Barry?” 

“For you,” he said. “To make sure you get sober again and stay sober.” 

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I stood to my feet. “It’s been two days. I haven't had a drink since the night of my parents' funeral. Clearly, I’m doing fine and don’t need you here anymore.” 

There was some hostility to my voice, something Barry picked up on immediately. 

“Fine?” he stood to his own feet, his height towering over me a bit. “If you’re fine, then how come you haven’t read through their will yet?” 

I blinked, unsure how to answer. 

“It’s none of your business. I’m waiting until you leave to read it,” I crossed my arms over my chest. 

“Another excuse,” Barry shook his head before brushing past me, towards the bathroom. “I need to shower.” 

“Oh, fuck you!” I snapped, the anger I did my best to keep at bay exploding within me. “I tried to have a civil conversation with you but you're the one that always makes it into a fight.” 

“I’ll talk to ya once you’ve calmed down,” he called over his shoulder. 

Barry came to a quick halt right outside of the bathroom door when he felt a pillow crash into his back. I had another one in my hands ready to throw when he turned to face me, eyebrow raised to his hairline. 

“Did ya throw a pillow at me?” 

“I want to do a lot more,” I seethed. “I want to smack that smug smile off your face.” 

Barry took a few steps towards me, the smug smile he wore almost an invitation. Do it, it practically screamed. 

“You’re so fucking infuriating,” I yelled throwing the pillow at him. 

He smacked it away, it falling to the floor at his feet, but continued to close the distance between us. 

“Stop throwing pillows,” he said with an even tone. 

“I don’t need you here, Barry! You’re making everything worse!” 

He stopped about a foot away from me, eyes twinkling with a mischievous gleam as he caught another pillow I chucked at him. I groaned in annoyance, ready to throw something else, anything else at him in hopes he knew exactly how angry he was making me. 

I was doing fine without him. Yes, I relapsed but I could come back from it. I always did. It was only a moment of weakness, given everything I had gone through the last year I say it was justified. Barry being here did make everything worse. Seeing him every morning when I wake or being around him in general made all of the feelings I had to force myself to bury slowly creep back into my heart. 

“Tell me to leave,” Barry said nonchalantly. 

My bottom lip caught between my teeth, but I held my head high. “I don’t need you here anymore.” 

He clicked his tongue while leaning closer towards me, his warm breath fanning my mouth. “Not the same thing, grá .” 

That nickname. The same nickname he had called me so many times before caused my heart to soar into my throat and I shuddered at the lowness of his voice. 

My eyes bounced from his mouth up to his own eyes and when I moisten my dry lips, I let out a deep breath. 

“I’d be fine if I never saw you again.” 

Barry moved a strand of loose hair behind my ear, fingers grazing over the skin of my neck. My entire body shuddered with pure euphoric bliss when I felt his hand scratch at the hairs on my scalp, eyes fluttering shut with a hushed moan falling from my lips. 

“We both know that’s a lie,” he mused while his other hand traced down the skin of my arm. 

Damn him. Barry knew exactly where to touch me, all these years later, to make me a puddled mess in his hands. I was like a dog that was getting his ears scratched. It was pathetic. 

Seven chimes from the grandfather clock struck which caused me to jump in Barry’s light embrace and I stepped away from him, his hands falling to his side. 

“Is this a joke to you?” I blew out a shaky breath. 

The smugness faltered from his face. “What?” 

“My feelings,” I said, feeling the tears caught on my lashes. 

Barry quickly shook his head. “Of course not.” 

“Then why do you keep messing with my head? You say you don’t love me anymore but yet touch me the way you used to or call me the names I loved once before.” 

“I never said that.” he said, not missing a beat. 

It was my turn to look at him confused. “What?” 

With his hands stuffed deep into his pockets, he let out a deep sigh. “I never said I didn’t love you anymore.” 

As that was his parting words, Barry turned his back to me, retreating into the bathroom. 

#barry keoghan #barry keoghan x reader #barry keoghan and reader #barry keoghan x yn #barry keoghan and yn #barry keoghan reader insert #barry keoghan smut

[hypersonic04]

Part Six

I am SO sorry at the amount of time this took me to write. I am feeling inspired and excited to complete this series though, so watch. this. space. I also recommend listening to 'I Can See You' (TV) (FTV) whilst reading this because it is essentially that song that has fuelled this chapter.

Word Count: 2,746

"What's wrong? What's happened?"

I swing the door of the recording studio open harshly. My face feels flushed as I stand there, breathing heavily. Matty called me about twenty minutes ago, telling me to get to the studio ASAP in the name of an 'emergency'.

"It's fine, Ross has sorted it."

It's been six days since Ross left me in the middle of the pouring rain. No text message, no phone call, nothing. My stomach drops at the mention of his name, I've almost tried to pretend that he doesn't exist since that night.

"Seriously?" I huff, angry now.

"Yeah, it was just something with the software, could've lost everything." He says flippantly, glancing at me as i look at him in disbelief. "It's sorted now, though. Ross to the rescue, yet again."

I scoff at his choice of words, shaking my head and turning to leave.

"Oi," Matty's voice calls from behind me, "Why haven't you been in the studio this week?"

"I've just been busy." I turn to him, clearing my throat as I do so.

"Too busy for us?" He raises his eyebrows. "What, is it a guy? Is that why you've been acting weird?"

"No! No, it's not a guy." I feel my cheeks flush and wonder whether Ross has told him about our kiss the other night. I immediately squash that thought as I remember his attitude towards the whole thing, acting like it was a sin to have feelings, never mind a kiss.

"Then what is it? One minute you're really into it, the next you're barely answering my texts?"

"I'm sorry, okay?" I throw my arms in the air dramatically.

"It's not that you need to apologise, we're just worried about you. Me and the boys, I mean."

I swallow heavily, shifting my eyes around the room.

"Look, we're playing a show tomorrow night - please come." I look to Matty and see his dark eyes pleading, and I realise that I can't let some dickhead guy get in the way of what is not only a great work opportunity, but also a great friendship. "It's in Brixton, I can sort you out a car and everything."

"Yeah, I'll be there."

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My palms are sweaty as I get ready, sat in front of the mirror. Ross and I haven't even remotely been near each other in over a week, yet those few seconds play like a stuck record in my head.

The way his stubble grazed against my soft skin. His thumbs pressed into my sides, burning through the fabric of my shirt, heat spreading across my body like wildfire. His aftershave, his lips, his tongue, him.

I snap myself out of my daydream, cheeks flushing at the way my stomach tosses and turns at the mere thought of him. I shouldn't feel like this - I should be angry, I should never want to see him ever again. After his outburst at the horrifying reality of our kiss, he disappeared, turning around and heading back down the road we'd walked up, ignoring the call of his name. He left me stood there, middle of the night, rain coming down in literal sheets, and didn't even bother to call me the next day, or the day after that?

I take a deep breath and gather myself. The car Matty booked arrives in twenty minutes - just enough time to down a shot of tequila and give myself a pep talk. I look in the mirror and sigh. Having had a panic when realising I had twenty four hours to gather a concert outfit, I'd settled on my usual - mini skirt, band t-shirt, dad's old leather jacket that is arguably just too oversized. With my hair pinned up and bangs curled, I line my lips and add a wing to my eyes, finally feeling ready.

The car beeps it's horn outside and I hurry, my boots heavy on the pavement as I rush down the steps.

I breathe deeply as we round the corner to the venue, nerves prickling up my back. Swallowing heavily, I thank the driver and get out of the car, my feet feeling heavy as I walk towards the entrance. It's around the back, but I can already hear the bustle of the queues around the front of the arena, even hours before the boys go on themselves.

"Wow, hello stranger!" George teases as I walk down the hallway, him coming towards me from the opposite direction. I roll my eyes in response and accept his hug.

"Nice to see you too." I tease.

"No, genuinely, did you disappear off of the face of the Earth? Abducted by aliens, maybe?"

"Give over." I laugh, following him into the green room. My eyes are already two steps ahead of my brain, scanning the room for him. "I've just been busy."

"Fair enough." He smiles. "Do you want a drink?"

"Yeah, go on then."

We sit and chat for a while before the other boys arrive, enjoying the quiet before the chaos.

"You know, I was talking to Ross earlier-"

My eyes widen at the words as they leave his mouth, and somehow become impossibly wider as he enters the room.

He's smiling sweetly, dimples and all, and I hate the way my eyes are glued to him. Hann, Jamie, Polly and Matty follow him in, waving sarcastically as he comes in and throws his coat across the sofa.

I stand up to greet him, his arms wrapping tightly around my shoulders.

"I'm glad you came." He says as he pulls away and I nod, not sure whether I feel the same in the moment.

I meet Ross' gaze for a second and he gives me a nod of sorts, and for the first time since that night, I feel angry. At him, at what he did, at the fact that he thinks he doesn't owe me an apology. I blink harshly and look away, inhaling sharply and making my way over to the bar cart. Pouring myself a strong drink, I gather my emotions and listen to the deep rumbling of his voice behind me.

"Yeah, it's packed outside already, loads of people." He says to George.

I sit on the sofa, legs crossed and eyes fixed on my phone as I scroll through meaningless, empty Instagram posts. There's a tension in the room, the kind that makes the air feel sticky and hot, and I shift uncomfortably in my seat.

My eyes flick up and he's looking at me. He doesn't look away. I hold his stare for a few seconds, looking at him through my lashes as he takes a sip of his beer, cursing myself as I give in and look back down at my phone. I listen as he talks to Jamie, and it's like someone's sucked the air out of my lungs as memories of that night flash into my mind. I stand up sharply, making my way towards the door. It's busy in the green room now, lots of family and friends chatting away, and I pray that the busy-ness of the room has made my exit discreet.

"Everything okay?" Matty's hand grips my forearm gently, his brow furrowed.

"Yeah, just going for some air." I smile, nodding lightly.

My boots land heavily on the halls as I make my way towards the exit, weaving my way through the stage hands and guests busying their ways around.

I feel a cold hand on my arm, a gasp escaping my lungs as i'm pulled down a corridor. Instinctively, I try and pull away, but the firm grip has other ideas.

His eyes are dark, looking down at me with concern.

"It's me, it's just me."

"For fuck's sake, Ross!" I hit his arm, taking deep breaths and placing a hand on my chest as it falls and rises. He just watches me and I shake my head. "What? What is this?" I gesture around us.

"We need to talk." He says lowly, his eyes constantly looking to the hallway.

"Do you think so? Yeah, maybe you're right, maybe we do need to talk after you left-"

"Stop shouting." He says blankly, his voice still quiet.

"I cannot believe this." I laugh sarcastically and attempt to leave, but again, his fingertips find my arm.

"Please."

I meet his eyes and they look sad. Like, genuinely sad. I feel the anger in my stomach start to dissipate, sighing as I tilt my head at him.

"Are you going to tell me what happened, then?" I give in, folding my arms across my chest.

He looks both ways down the hallway, double-checking that no one will hear the criminal thing he did. I roll my eyes as he does so.

"I panicked."

I look at him blankly. "That's it? That's all you've got to say, you panicked?"

"Yeah, I panicked. I worried what the boys would say, I panicked that i would look like a fucking idiot if you didn't feel the same. Yeah, I panicked, Iris." He raises his eyebrows at me and I feel guilty for a second before I remember how he made me feel.

"So you just left me? Ross, I could have been killed, it was like 2AM, and you just left me! That's not an excuse!"

"I know, and I'm sorry!"

"I'm not arguing with you about this."

"Iris, this isn't an argument, I'm explaining what happened."

"Explaining? Don't you think I deserve a proper apology?"

"You do, and I've said I'm sorry. Iris, please, just listen to my side of things." He looks down at me and runs a hand through his hair, his chest rising underneath his t shirt as he rests his other hand on his hip. It takes everything in me to keep the blush from creeping into my cheeks, because despite how angry I am right now, he's still so hot.

"Go on, then." I put my hands on my hips and look at him expectantly, the eye contact between us making me blush no matter how hard i try not to.

"I said all those things to you, and I worried that I'd said too much and that everything was going to go up in flames. You work really well with the band, and I didn't want me to ruin everything." he looks down at his feet for a second. "I just... I'm sorry I left you there. I really am. It was a really shit thing to do, and if I could go back, I'd change things, and-"

"Well, you can't Ross." I sigh. "But thank you. For apologising, I mean, and explaining, i guess."

"Are we okay, Iris?" He looks at me with those big, puppy dog eyes, and if organs could melt, i think my heart would be in a puddle. "I know we were never really good, but are we okay, at least?"

"Yeah, we're okay." I nod, pursing my lips and kicking the floor with the toe of my boot. He nods in approval, awkwardly stood in front of me as the silence grows tense again. "Was I really that bad of a kisser?"

He scoffs at me and smiles, and despite everything that's happened between us, I can't help but grin. "No, you definitely weren't, Iris."

My cheeks flush bright red and I laugh awkwardly.

"Okay, I'm going to leave now." I nod and he smiles at me, and I wish I could just dip into his mind and know what he's thinking as our gazes connect, unable to tear away from each other. "I'm leaving now."

I spend the evening in the green room with the boys' families as they get ready to go on stage. Someone comes to tell us they're going on in five, so we make our way to the stage.

Walking down the hallway, I see the boys heading in the opposite direction, presumably through a different entrance.

It's like slow motion. I meet Ross' tall figure - he's wearing a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up halfway, hair up, black trousers on. He maintains the eye contact as he gets closer, and as he brushes past me, I feel our fingertips meet. Gentle, cold, soft, electric. It's like touching an open flame, yet I don't pull my hand away. I can't breathe at the proximity of him, our chests close as he turns to the side to ease past me in the small hallway.

Glancing up at him, there's an unfamiliar look on his face - a smirk. His lips curve upwards cockily as he passes me, and I work hard to turn away from him.

The entire show goes by in a blur - a blur of excitement, desire, tension. The band sound great, and even perform a snippet of a song we've been working on, but he is all I can look at, tall and broad as he skilfully plays away. Seeing him in his element makes me feel a different level of attraction to him.

As the show ends and the crowd screams for them, he meets my gaze at the side of the stage, that same smile appearing. I cheer, whistling for him and he laughs lightly. I smile to myself as I realise that this is truly the first friendly interaction we've had, if friendly is what you can call this. The show ends and the crowds filter out, everyone backstage congratulating the band and bottles of champagne being popped. I try to distract myself from his looming presence in the room, his mind clearly elsewhere as he chats with people from the label.

My eyes follow him as he makes his way towards the door, tall and strong, excusing himself politely as he curbs around people. When he reaches the door, i watch as he searches the room, finally meeting my gaze and cocking his head. I inhale sharply, blushing both because of the fact that I was staring, but also the intimacy of his gesture.

I do as I'm told - I excuse myself from the conversation with Matty's aunties and leave the room. He slips into a room further down the hallway, and I notice that he leaves the door open.

"Ross, what-"

The second I enter the room, he's closing the door behind us and I'm pressed up against it. His hands are either side of my head, his face impossibly close to mine, and I feel my body go like putty under his presence. My lips part as his eyes are trained on my face, and the fire is lit in my stomach.

"I thought about you while I was out there." His deep voice murmurs. "The whole time."

"The whole time?"

He hums in reply and I squeeze my legs together. He notices and I blush.

"I thought we were okay, Ross."

"We'll never be okay, Iris."

I subconsciously move my hands up his shirt, watching as he closes his eyes. He moves his head to the side for a moment, almost like he's thinking about the pro's and con's of this situation.

"They don't have to know, if that's what you're worried about." I say quietly, my mind clouded in the darkness of the room.

He looks back to me and shakes his head lightly. "They'll know." He huffs, not moving. "I need you, Iris."

I scratch the hair at the nape of his neck lightly and hear the low groan escape his throat.

I can't take it anymore - I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his, and it's like taking a cold shower after a hot day. His lips on mine are relieving.

"Are you sure?" He mumbles against me as his hands move underneath my shirt, rubbing and circling at the soft skin at my waist.

"I'm sure." I nod, probably seeming a little desperate.

His hands trail down my thighs, pulling the tiny mini skirt even higher if possibly. The groans and hums that leave his mouth have me reeling.

I push him backwards, his knees hitting the sofa behind him and forcing him to sit down. His eyes are impossibly dark, clouded with desire and needy as I stand in front of him.

"You're not going to leave me in the middle of this, are you?" I tease as I move to straddle him using my thumb to wipe away the lipstick smeared in his cheek.

"Never." he murmurs as his lips find my neck, forcing my eyes shut.

#1975 band #adam hann #fanfic #george daniel #matty healy #ross macdonald #the 1975 #matty the 1975 #atpoaim #bfiafl

[choke-me-joey]

Ch1/Ch2/Ch3

Summary: As Joe's long-term girlfriend, you reflect on your relationship over the last 4 years.

Content warning: 18+ so minors are not welcome, real person fiction (don't like, don't read, don't bitch), smut, fluff, angst, probably inaccurate timelines and processes but does anyone really care?, alcohol use, smoking...if I've missed anything please let me know!!

Late September 2018

London

A few days after your first date with Joe, Zoe and you are sitting on your sofa watching a movie, when your phone alerts you to a new message. You reach for it, pausing as you notice Zoe smirking at you.

"Yes?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Is that Joe?"

"It might be," you grab your phone and move so she's unable to read it over your shoulder. "It might not be, why the sudden interest?"

"Just curious, that's all." She shrugs, turning back to the tv with that stupid smirk on her face. You poke her with your blanket covered foot.

"Tell meeeeee!" You put on the whiniest voice possible whilst still poking her. She slaps your foot away, laughing.

"God, you're annoying. How has a loser like you managed to score with a super hot actor?" Zoe teases you, shooting you a wink so you know she's just playing around. "Did you check out his anything he's been in yet?"

You sigh.

"Not yet, no, but I presume as the super annoying and protective best friend you have Googled him within an inch of his life?"

"Duh." She reaches for her laptop on the coffee table and pauses the movie, typing something frantically into her search engine, before turning the screen towards you. "Watch and learn about your new boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend," you mumble, taking the laptop from her. A video of all of Joe's scenes in Howard's End begins to play, and when Joe comes onto the screen you can't help the small smile that breaks out across your face. "He's really good..." you mumble and Zoe nods.

"Just keep watching."

It cuts to scene where Joe, or Leonard, is closing the window shutters whilst giving the woman in the scene the most bedroomy eyes. You blush. And also feel a twinge of jealousy, but you quickly push that back. It's just acting for God's sake.

"Ugh, you're disgustingly cute right now. Getting all blushy over Joe's romance scenes. Wishing it was you."

"Shut up," you grin, rolling your eyes and covering your face. She continues to laugh and you flip her off before opening the message from earlier.

'Hey , so I have next Saturday and Sunday completely free if you wanted to do something? I had a really good time the other night x'

'Me too :) next weekend sounds good, what were you thinking?' X

'Well, there's this Dior exhibit on at the V&A if you fancy it? X'

You can't help the stupid smile on your face. Zoe rolls her eyes and resumes the movie, poking you with her foot to pay attention.

'Sounds great! Do you fancy getting lunch too? My treat this time remember x'

'You won't let me pay will you? X'

'Nope x'

'Fine, you win. So let's say Saturday at 11? We can meet outside the V&A and go from there? X'

'It's a date x'

"Oi, if you're more focused on your actor man than the movie I'm gonna turn it off," Zoe smirks from the other end of the sofa. "I can't handle you smiling like that, it's gross."

"Fuck off," you smile back, throwing a pillow at her.

***

A week later, you're stood outside the V&A in the late September sunshine, absorbed in a particularly intense part of a murder podcast as you wait for Joe. Granted, you got there almost half an hour early, but only because you couldn't stand sitting in the flat for much longer, watching the clock tick.

You were definitely nervous.

"And there was me thinking I'd get here early and impress you," a voice says from behind you, making you jump and whirl around, almost knocking an amused Joe over. "Jesus, sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." He laughs, grabbing you so you don't fall backwards.

"You twat," you gasp, removing your headphones and laughing as you clutch your chest. "You're lucky I didn't roundhouse you or something, Jesus!" You hug him and he squeezes you back.

"To be honest, I would have loved to have seen that," he smirks, glancing you up and down. "I've got a height advantage."

"You'd be surprised how high I can get my legs when I want to," you laugh, completely missing the innuendo. Joe bursts out laughing and you suddenly want the ground to swallow you. "Noooo!" You wail, your cheeks flushing bright red. "That's not what I meant!"

"Sure, if you say so," he teases as you queue up to get inside.

"Oh my god, shut up." You cover your face, laughing. The two of you must have looked insane, uncontrollably laughing like kids, but neither of you cared. You literally couldn't remember the last time you felt this...happy.

As you walked around the exhibit, one girl recognises Joe and he poses for photos with her and hugs her. You were a bit suprised about how much she seemed to adore him. He hadn't really mentioned this would happen, he had said himself he rarely got recognised.

One of the girl's friends starts looking you up and down and suddenly you feel extremely uncomfortable. You glance nervously at Joe, who is occupied with taking a few more photos.

You walk off, awkwardly trying not to look like you're hanging around as you can still feel the girl's eyes on you.

"It was so nice to meet you!" You hear Joe say, flashing his winning smile and practically turning the girls to jelly. "I really should get going now, enjoy the rest of your day guys!" He bids them goodbye and heads over to join you once again. You can see the girl and her friend looking at you from across the lobby. "Shit, I am so sorry about that."

"It's fine, I mean...it's to be expected right? You're a famous actor after all," you wink at him and he rolls his eyes.

"You're making me sound like some jumped up twat," he laughs, running a hand through his hair. "You handled it really well though."

You shrug, waving it off.

The rest of your trip is uninterrupted thankfully.

You never ran out of things to talk about, discovering that you were both pretty in to fashion, him more along the lines of wearing it, you more along the lines of photographing it. By the time you had walked around the entirety of the exhibit and the rest of the V&A, you were both starving, so you pulled up directions to a pizza place you had read about nearby, and you headed over.

The restaurant was a short walk away, and the sun was still shining as you emerged outside, so you took a slow walk, still chatting away. Joe was incredibly funny; his dry and sometimes downright terrible sense of humour had you constantly cracking up, and apparently it was the same for him with you. We talked about his career, he mentioned he had some release dates coming up soon and premieres to attend, and you embarrassed the shit out of him by saying you'd be the first in line to watch.

You remained extremely close as you walked outside, although Joe had been extremely apologetic about not holding your hand. You completely understood; the fan in the museum had given you death glares for just being within five feet of him, god knows how they'd react to hand holding. You didn't mind, you understood and, in all honesty, you wanted to keep your limbs attached to your body for today, so you weren't going to to risk anything.

"So I hope you're okay with pizza, I figured it was a pretty safe bet," you said, as we approach the restaurant. Joe looks at you, almost looking shocked.

"You're kidding right? Who doesn't like pizza?!"

"Good point," you giggle as he holds the door open for you. "Wow, what a gentleman."

"I know, I'm too good to be true." He jokes, and you laugh, still playing it cool, but mentally you are agreeing with him in embarrassingly enthusiastic screams. You end up ordering a half and half pizza to split. "As much as I am having a really good time today, part of me is completely disgusted with you for only having cheese on your pizza."

"Hey, leave me alone, I'm boring when it comes to pizza, although I won't turn down a slice of pepperoni if the situation occurs." You grin, reach over and taking a piece of said pepperoni from his slice.

"Wow, look out, she's absolutely fucking mental," Joe smirks, playfully slapping your hand away. You succeed in stealing and place the pepperoni in your mouth, chewing it slowly. "You thief."

"Hey, I might be a thief, but at least I didn't order pineapple on my pizza, right?"

"If you did, I would be making up an excuse to leave." Joe winks, actually fucking winks at you, and you can't help but laugh.

"Well, at least I know how to make you disappear." You shoot back, and he smiles, his expression softening.

"I hope you don't use that to your advantage any time soon," he says quietly, his cheeks flushing as he reaches across the table and subtly takes a hold of your hand. "I really like you."

Your turn to blush now.

"I really like you too," you admit. You squeeze his hand gently and your heart is racing a million miles an hour. "Don't worry, I won't scare you off with weird pizza combos just yet."

"Not weird, just plain wrong."

You finish the rest of your meal at a comfortable pace, still never shutting up. When the waiter comes along, you ask for the bill and Joe takes out his wallet. Ypu raise an eyebrow at him. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Not being a complete and utter prick and offering to split the bill?"

"Joe, I said it was on me, it's fine, I promise. And besides, you accepted this whole not paying thing via text, see?" You wave your phone at him, displaying the text. Joe rolls his eyes and puts his wallet away.

"Wow, I can't believe you used my own text against me." He says, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms across his chest, but he's smiling.

By the time you leave the restaurant, it's around 7 and it's beginning to get dark. You walk slowly towards the tube station, neither of you wanting the day to end.

"So, um, do you want to get dessert or something?" Joe asks as we reach the entrance to the station. "I could do dessert."

"Dessert sounds good." You laugh. "My wonderful flat mate has gone home for the weekend, so you're welcome to come back to mine. I have a good supply of various ice cream flavours if you wanted to hang out for a bit longer?" Were you being too forward? Is he going to freak out? As soon as the words left your mouth, your brain started chugging out all these scenarios of what could happen next. Fuck, nice one, Y/N, you've really fucked this up, you absolute fucking-

"You may have ice cream but do you have pistachio flavour?" Joe smirks, raising an eyebrow at me. You roll your eyes as if the answer was obvious.

"Please, what kind of person do you take me for? Of course I have pistachio."

"Then I'm there."

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"I like your place," Joe says as he's stood in your kitchen as you pull out bowls and spoons for ice cream, as well as glasses for wine. He inspects your collection of vintage cameras on your shelf. "It's very you."

"Very me? Are you calling me a camera nerd?"

"Biggest camera nerd I've ever met."

"Aw, that's the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me," you grin, clutching your chest and swooning sarcastically. "But don't over do it, I might vomit."

"Don't worry, all the cliché romance shit isn't my specialty, you're safe." Joe smirks, and you pretend to wipe your forehead in relief, diving into the freezer and pulling out the container of pistachio ice cream for him, and mint chocolate chip for you. You each dish up your ice cream and you smother your bowl in chocolate sauce. "Chocolate sauce, Y/N? We've only just met." He wiggles his eyebrows at you in a suggestive manner. You roll your eyes, laughing.

"Strictly for eating with ice cream only," you say. "As if I would waste perfectly good chocolate sauce by smearing it all on you." You follow up your teasing with a wink, so he knows you're joking. "And besides, I would come up with a much more creative way to participate in food play."

"Oh? Keep talking," Joe grins, sitting next to you on the sofa. You shove him gently.

"Shh, you."

You eat your ice cream and drink your wine, and you pop on a playlist that softly plays throughout the flat.

"80s music?" Joe grins at you over the rim of his glass as 'Everybody Wants To Rule The World' plays. You shrug unapologetically.

"Say what you want but they made some absolute bangers back then."

"Oh no I totally agree." Joe nods and he grins as 'Head Over Heels' starts up. "Okay okay, I do love this song."

He puts down his bowl and stands up, offering you his hand. You frown in slight confusion, but you're still smiling. "Come on, I very rarely do this sober." Joe laughs and you give in, placing your bowl down next to his and allowing him to pull you up to standing.

Joe pulls you to his chest, and begins slow dancing with you. You grin into his chest, inhaling his scent of cologne, mint and faint cigarettes. Very Joe.

"You know, I think this counts as cliché romance shit," you look up at him, smirking.

"Fuck, I think it does." Joe feigns disappointment, shaking his head.

"It's alright, I won't tell anyone."

"Y/N-" Joe starts and you look him, frowning in slight confusion. "Ah, fuck it." He says before pressing his lips to yours in a sweet, soft kiss. It takes you by surprise and you both stop swaying to the music. He quickly pulls away. "Was...was that okay?"

"Yeah, it just surprised me." You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You can do it again if you want."

Joe laughs and kisses you again, this time it's for longer, the taste of pistachio lingering on your lips. He goes to pull away and you tug him back to you, and he lets out a soft hum of appreciation.

His tongue traces along your lips, and you gladly accept, letting you taste each other properly for the first time. He's a fucking good kisser, and it makes you weak in the knees and causes a stir in your belly which you hadn't felt for a long time. You slow down the kissing, and it fizzes out into soft little pecks.

"I meant what I said earlier you know," Joe says softly, resting his forehead against yours. "I really like you."

"I know and I meant it too. I don't just invite any guy up here for ice cream and wine. You're the first actually." You smile as Joe intertwines his fingers with yours.

"Yeah, I don't usually do this much either," Joe admits, referring to the slow dancing. "Fuck, Wes was right. That dickhead."

"Right about what?" You giggle. Joe groans.

"He said I wouldn't be able to not kiss you today. Couldn't help myself though."

He's obviously been talking about you to his best mate. The thought of that makes your tummy flip in the best way.

"I don't mind," you say, looking up at him. "In fact, I wouldn't mind if you did it again."

"Nah, me neither." He grins, before placing his lips on yours once more.

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Hello! I have an idea for a fic! Maybe simpbur was cursed by a witch to turn into a dog and the reader finds him and takes him in thinking he's just a normal dog. Sometime goes by simpbur gets attached like he always does, and by this time reader has full on said "know what Im keeping you! " Then simpbur turns back into a human but doesn't tell the reader that he was a human before so he could get away with things he could do as a dog. Like licking = kissing and clambering into readers lap like he's a lap dog (he was to big as a dog and he still is now) and asking for head pats constantly. And reader just assumes it's because he used to be a dog, so they are slowly trying to teach him how to human. Sorry if this is confusing or too long, I've had this idea for a while and I don't know how to write it.2 Replies

Oh we love some puppy eyed Simpbur yessir. I'm getting non-Stockholm syndrome Beauty and the Beast vibes. ✨

Title: All Bark No Bite Part 1

Pairing: Momentarily Cursed Simpbur x GN!Reader

(Female is implied but no pronouns used)

Warnings: mention of getting high, stitching (very brief), drinking, bar fights, cussing

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Simpbur

To put it simply, it was not hard for Wilbur to piss people off. Specifically guys and the occasional lesbian when he accidentally stared a little too long at someone he thought good looking or pretty.

"Hey Puppy Face! Keep your eyes to yourself or you'll lose em!"

"Oi! Puppy Love! Eyes off my girl!"

The phrase 'Puppy' was often thrown around in his mocking or beatings. His local clinic knew him by name and the nurses all knew the man they called Simpbur.

"Jeez dawg, gotta keep your eyes to yourself before you end up in the hospital rather than here." Wilbur's current nurse, a friend of his named Alex Quackity, slurred his words.

"Are you drunk?" Wilbur raised an eyebrow and winced as the needle poked into his split skin.

"Nah man. Maybe a little high but that was hours ago I'm fine." Nurse Quackity smiled relaxed and carried on with Wilbur's stitches along his arm.

Wilbur wasn't sure as to how secure Quackity's stitches were and decided to just go for a few drinks before going home to his apartment. His body ached as he spotted a beautiful woman walking from a pub. The Bottomless Bottle to be exact. Wilbur had been there countless times due to it only being a few blocks from his apartment.

"Evening Wil." The bartender, a dark headed guy people called Sapnap for casual and the drunkards called Fireball for his signature drink.

"Hey Sap. Just a beer right quick. Nothing much tonight." Wilbur grumbled and sat at the bar on a stool.

"Aww did the Simp get his shit rocked again?" Sapnap teased and Wilbur shot him a glare. The stitch on his arm and the obvious black eye was evidence enough he had indeed 'gotten his shit rocked.'

"Can it and just give me the damn bottle, prick." Wilbur growled. Sapnap sent him a shit-eating grin and handed over the beer while scribbling something onto a notepad labeled on that particular page "Simp's Tab."

"So, who was it this time. Straight or gay?" Sapnap leaned over the table and folded his arms under his chest.

"Straight. Bastard wasn't even dancing with her." Wilbur admitted and took a sip of the foul alcohol in his hand.

"Hips?" Sapnap pressed. Wilbur and him had played this game so many times.

"They definitely did not lie lets just say that." Wilbur flushed just thinking about the dancer he'd seen last night. A light haired woman with a thin waist and charming smile. Beauty in her own and all alone on the dance floor. Wilbur had gotten up to ask her to dance before getting his face clocked and his arm scratched up by some buff ass biker dude who was not thrilled at his advances.

"Sounds like a rough night." Sapnap chuckled and cleaned a glass to perfection.

"No kidding." Wilbur winced as his stitches protested to him flexing his arm as to not make it cramp.

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The night was long and after four beers and several glasses of fancy alcohol Wilbur couldn't remember the name of he decided to go home. He paid off a portion of his tab and headed our before the evening rush came in.

Darkness swelled around the city streets and Wilbur stuffed his buzzing hands into his pockets, stiffening at the chill resting in the air. He looked down at his feet and blew clouds of breath that met his nose and smelled of putrid alcohol and despair.

"God you're a sad sight." A voice uttered in front of him and Wilbur looked up just in time to run into someone blocking his path. In his drunken state he didn't quite realize the situation until he was flat on his back with a weight on his chest.

"Oh hello." Wilbur slurred as his vision swirled the image of what appeared to be a woman on top him. "This is a bit forward don't you think?" He smiled and what appeared to be disgust lit up on the woman's face.

"Ugh! Creep! Where are your manners?!" The stranger climbed off Wilbur and he got to his own feet shakily, shaking out his head in an attempt to clear it. "Filthy dog. Someone ought to put you in your place!" She shrieked and Wilbur almost fell again when he was suddenly being dragged along by his arm.

"Woah hey I'm not that type of guy Miss-" Wilbur started but soon the world went dark and everything changed drastically.

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Wilbur woke up. As a dog. In a filthy alleyway with no memory of what just happened.

"What in the-" He tried to speak but everything came out as a bark and growl. He was startled and sat back on his new hindlegs. Everything was shaky as he realized what had happened.

"I have a tail?! And a snout?! And FUR?!" he spun in circles as his head spun with the thoughts. Wilbur growled and frightened himself at his own new voice. What was happening?! How did this happen?

His new Canine mind ran through everything that could've resulted in this. Maybe he was dreaming or some voodoo shut had been put in his drink.

No, it was that woman. The woman that called him sad and got pissed at him for HER falling onto HIM! Wilbur snarled and left the alleyway with his head low. He stumbled on his paws a little and it took a second to get used to the feeling of straight concrete under him.

Wilbur walked to the apartment building he stayed in. Or was supposed to be staying in but it appeared all his clothes had gone missing in the event of his form changing.

"When I find that bitch witch I better get my shit back." Wilbur growled and arrived at the door to his apartment. It was pretty easy to sneak in when you were a cute fluffy brown canine. Wilbur looked at himself in windows as he walked past the counter where most checked in and almost took a double take.

He was fucking adorable!!! Granted he himself preferred cats when it came down to the wire, as a dog Wilbur was damn cute.

Needless to say it was a shit idea to try and get into his apartment without keys and as a four legged creature.

"This is pointless. Might as well start eating out of the trash now." Wilbur let out a whine and let his head hang. What did dogs even do? Especially strays. He'd never seen one in the city although most of the time his vision was fucked over by a swollen eye or swirling from alcohol. Hardly ever did Wilbur go out sober or uninjured by the time he came home.

"Hey there, you lost little guy?" A kind voice broke his pity as Wilbur padded down the street again. Wilbur looked up and was quite possibly met with the single most beautiful person he'd seen yet.

"Don't worry buddy, I won't hurt you." You smiled at him and stretched out a hand to scratch behind his ears and Wilbur swears he'd never felt something so heavenly. Wilbur instinctively leaned into your hand and it caused a chuckle to escape you.

He might've died a little inside as his scruffy tail started to swish back and forth.

"Have you got a home? Or maybe a name?" You asked and Wilbur whined first then a bark hoping you would understand his form of confirmation to the name question. He would hate for him to find the person responsible for his change in appearance and you be calling him something like Spot the entire time.

"Well what's your name then?" You asked with a bright smile and Wilbur jumped up slightly to signify you to follow him. You did and he trotted to the only place he could think of where he might have his name written somewhere. The Bottomless Bottle on his tab.

"A pub? No offense buddy but I don't think you're eligible for a drink at this hour." You laughed and Wilbur's dog face split into a grin. You were so perfect. Your laugh, your humor, your beauty and kindness. He could feel himself falling and falling fast and he'd hardly known you for an hour.

Shit maybe he did have Puppy Love.

Wilbur barked and urged you inside. Sapnap was working the counter again and Wilbur barked at him as you both walked in.

"Oh hey there. The dog yours?" Sapnap waved at you and Wilbur struggled down a growl as his face seemed to turn a little red.

"No, I found him on the street. No collar or anything. I asked him if he had a name, which I know sounds ridiculous, but he led me here." You responded with a smile. Wilbur's tail tagged furiously as he crept past Sapnap and jumped up to the counter where a notepad sat with scribbled names and tabs set up.

"Have you seen him before?" Wilbur heard you ask Sapnap and he barked with a growl close by to attract the bartender's attention.

"No can't say I have. What do you want with my notepad boy?" Sapnap quickly answered and flipped open the writing pad. Wilbur snatched it into his teeth and cringed internally at the feeling of the cardboardish cover against his tongue. The paper smelled of old alcohol and smoke.

He nosed up another page and barked once he recognized his own name and the numerous tally marks and numbers under it. Another cringe.

"Wilbur? Is he you owner?" Sapnap scoffed and patted Wilbur's between the ears. Wilbur barked at him seeming as that was as close to confirmation of his name as he was going to get.

"Who's Wilbur?" You asked and Wilbur's trotted to you side, nuzzling his nose under your hand.

"A regular of mine. He's pretty out of it usually so maybe he forgot to lock his door and his dog got out." Sapnap shrugged. Wilbur huffed in relief that he didn't say anything embarrassing.

"Oh...well where does he live?" You asked and Wilbur begged Sapnap to not give it away. His apartment was a mess and the last thing he needed was for you to think he abandoned his dog...well himself technically.

"Can't say I know. Man's pretty private about everything." Sapnap sighed and went back to cleaning a glass behind the bar. Wilbur barked again and hopped up on his hind legs, realizing his mistake and nearly falling. You were there beside him as he steadied himself and he nuzzled his snout into your palm.

You quickly obliged to pet him for a moment before crouching down and looking into his dog eyes. The moment was surreal and Wilbur knew if he was human he would've kissed you in such a time.

"What do you say you come home with me and we'll come down here everyday to see if Wilbur has tried looking for you." You offered sweetly and Sapnap shrugged reluctantly. Wilbur darted forward and rubbed his face alongside your legs as you stood up, clearly on board with the idea.

"Still don't know his name." Sapnap pointed out and Wilbur tapped onto the notepad again desperately. Please don't call him Spot was all he could think of.

"Well he seems to like the name Wilbur." You chuckled and Wilbur barked joyously to which Sapnap shushed him. Wilbur returned it with a growl and smirking face.

"Alright, name the dog after his owner then. Who am I to judge?" Sapnap huffed and you left with Wilbur trailing after happily.

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You lived in the Apartment Building down the street from him. Pets were allowed and you introduced him to the landlord which he reluctantly let pet him. Landlords he wasn't fond of. Especially when his liked to collect rent early.

"Go explore now then Wilbur." You said and pushed open the door. Wilbur was tempted to just step in and start roaming but realized how un-dog-like that would seem. So,he pressed his nose to the ground and sniffed. He sneezed a few times from the sheer amount of smells that flooded his head but kept along with sniffing and occasionally licking a few things.

"What do ya think?" You said and plopped down onto the couch in your living room. Wilbur barked in response and lept onto the couch next to you, crawling into your lap. His head rested onto your thighs and he almost fell asleep there. Everything was so perfect already.

Maybe being a dog wouldn't be so bad afterall...

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Part 2 will be out soon! I've got Laryngitis right now and feel like sit so I'll try and get it done asap! Hope you enjoyed 💛💛

#simpbur x reader #simpbur request #c!wilbur #c!wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #gn!reader #tw stitching #tw alcohol #tw violence mention

[warriorpride-softheart]

SCENARIO

Here's part two with the comfort!

Key to Your Heart 2 - Oikawa Tooru

It's been a few days since you kicked Oikawa out of your home. Having the place to yourself took some getting used to, but you weren't struggling by any means. You had almost forgotten what it was like to be concerned with only your own wellbeing. While Oikawa's affections were nice, it just wasn't worth the rest of the nonsense he threw at you.

In these past few days, you took the time to treat yourself and enjoy the company of your closest friends. You posted pictures of your amateur karaoke performances and at-home spa treatments. You've also been receiving very, very kind comments from a few guys and gals who followed you. For example, a certain Wakatoshi Ushijima had liked all of your pics and complimented everything about you on each of them. Can't lie, the attention was nice.

Oikawa, however, wasn't doing too great these past few days. He did find a place to stay in Iwaizumi's guest room, but that was as good as his luck got. He was too distracted during practice, fumbling almost all of the plays. Once he returned to Iwaizumi's place, after being scolded by the coach, his mood would fall further seeing your posts on social media. You seemed so free and happy without him in your life. And of course, he noticed the flirtatious comments from people that weren't him. He especially noticed the consistency of Ushijima's compliments for every post after the breakup.

"Damn him," Oikawa muttered. He wanted to be confident enough to outdo them all, but he was afraid that if you found out he was stalking your page, you would quickly block him. Then how would he be able to get direct updates about your wellbeing?

The door opened, signaling Iwaizumi's return. He walked in to see the same view he'd been coming home to for a while now: Oikawa sitting on his couch, glaring at his phone. No doubt being a cyber stalker again.

"Oi Shittykawa. Quit staring at their page like that, it's creepy."

Oikawa turned to his best friend before glaring back at his screen. "You don't understand Iwa. Everyone is thirsting over my s/o." "EX-s/o. Or did they take you back in the few hours I didn't see you?" Oikawa threw his phone aside on the couch with a defeated sigh. "No. I'm still being ignored. I've been trying to figure out a way to win them back, but..."

This time, it was Iwaizumi's turn to sigh in defeat. "Alright, fine. How about I help you?" Oikawa's head had never turned so fast. "Really? You'll help me?" Iwaizumi sat down next to his mopy friend. "Yeah. This way, I don't have to see you crying on my couch every day." Oikawa leaped at his best friend and hugged him. "Iwa-chan!" "Ugh, get off me Shittykawa!"

--‐------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I stared at my phone in confusion. There was a text from Iwaizumi's number.

'Hey. I know you're not talking to Shittykawa right now, but I think you should still come to his game tonight. If it doesn't go well, I'll treat you to dinner for a week.'

Actually, confusion didn't begin to cover it. I was confused, suspicious, and oddly curious. What could Iwa be talking about? If what doesn't go well? Is Oikawa planning on doing something with Iwa's help?

After a minute of thinking over it, I decided to go get ready for the game. At worst, I might regret going, but I'll get free meals for a week.

Once arriving to the stadium bleachers, you found a VIP seat with your name on it. It was in the perfect spot to watch the game without anyone to block your view. 'Fancy,' you mused to yourself.

The game began, and the players were all on court. Oikawa was about to give the first set when his eyes glanced at yours in the bleachers. They seemed to brighten a little when you made eye contact. At first, you thought it was due to relief that you showed until it happened again and again. Every time Oikawa was about to make some move, he would glance at you first, and his eyes would sparkle a little bit brighter. It confused you, but at the same time, it kept your eyes fixed on him. You were curious for how long he would continue this until you soon realized the game had ended. Oikawa's team had won almost too easily. His teammates were clapping him on the back for his amazing efforts. It was then that you noticed someone waving at you from the corner of your eye.

I stood with Iwaizumi by the doors of the stadium. "Hey Iwa. Did you watch the game?" Iwaizumi smirked, which confused me. "Yeah, I did. I was sitting just a couple of seats down from you. I actually waved a few times, but I guess you were too engrossed in the game." I blinked before chuckling in embarrassment. "Sorry about that. I was just..."

For some reason, you couldn't explain what you were doing. Did you even know yourself? 'Was I really staring at Oikawa for the whole game? Looking to see if our eyes would meet once more after the previous time?

Iwaizumi watched with a small smile as you seemed to be in conflict. He then checked his watch before taking your hand. "Come on. It's about time." You allowed him to take you back in the stadium, although you couldn't guess why.

Back on the court, you found the winning team finishing up some interviews with sports journalists. In fact, you were just in time to listen to Oikawa answer a few questions. The journalist stood with their notepad, back facing where you and Iwaizumi stood.

"Oikawa, that was some incredible work out there today. How do you do it?" Oikawa then glanced over the journalist's shoulder, finding my eyes immediately. Almost as if he knew I would be there listening.

"Well, it takes practice and hard work," Oikawa began. I scoffed at his answer before Iwaizumi patted my shoulder. "Listen," he whispered right before Oikawa continued. "It takes a lot of effort, but my main motivation comes from the love of my life, Y/N. They always support me, and I want to prove myself worthy of their support every game. That's mainly why I practice so hard, although I sometimes get carried away. Luckily, Y/N sees that and makes an effort to remind me to be careful. I'm honestly lucky they're in my life in the first place. I want to cherish them forever."

From other angles, it seems like Oikawa is looking at the journalist. But from my perspective, his eyes never once left mine the entire time he was answering. Once he finished, he broke eye contact to bow politely at the journalist. I blinked for the first time since he started speaking. Once again, Oikawa had captured my attention as if he were the only person in the room. "Well, it looks like my job here is done." Iwaizumi clapped his hands and smiled when I met his amused gaze. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Why don't you ask him?" Iwaizumi looked over at something behind me. "Y/N," a familiar voice spoke.

I met Oikawa's eyes again for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. "I'm so glad you came," Oikawa spoke nervously. For how much he fidgeted, it was almost impressive how he kept a steady gaze on you. "Yeah. Good job today. You were pretty great." My compliment basically inflated him. He stood a bit straighter, and his smile grew. "Thanks. I'm glad you noticed because..." Oikawa's voice trailed off as he clenched the sides of his shorts. He took a breath before speaking with a determined expression. "It was for you. Ever since you started coming to my games, it's always been for you. So you would be proud of me. And I'm sorry that I let myself forget that when I started overworking myself. I never meant to worry you so much and let it go so far. If... if you would give me one more chance, I promise- no. I PINKY PROMISE I will never brush you aside again. I'll do better as your partner and make you proud. I love you."

Oikawa held out his pinky finger with a nervous yet hopeful look. I stared at him before a smile just took over my face. I chuckled a bit before full-on laughing. "You 'pinky promise,' huh? Well, I can't say that's not comforting." Oikawa chuckled at himself, but he still kept his finger out. "I want you to know I plan on earning your trust again. And this time, I won't lose it. I meant it when I said I want to cherish you forever."

I look at the man I'd come to love over the years. This was the Oikawa I agreed to date, with bright passion in his eyes. Not for volleyball, but for me. I raised my hand to hook my pinky finger with his. "I love you too, Tooru." The look on Oikawa's face was absolute relief and love. His eyes even teared up a bit. I took that as a sign to pull him in for a hug. Oikawa returned it immediately, squeezing me just enough to let me know how much he missed us.

"We should get your things from Iwaizumi's place, right?" Oikawa spoke as he nuzzled into my neck. "He's actually packing my stuff as we speak. Said if things were looking good, he'd head back first to throw me out." I chuckled at the thought of Iwaizumi happily whistling while putting Oikawa's stuff in a garbage bag. "It's alright, though," Oikawa continued. "I have all I need right here in my arms." I gave him a squeeze before responding. "Actually, there's something you're still missing." We both pulled away to look into each other's eyes. "What's that?" Oikawa asks. "The key to our place," I answer with a loving smile. The tears reappeared in my boyfriend's eyes before he hugged me again.

While you hadn't given him the key to your home yet, Oikawa felt himself being welcomed back into your heart. This time, he'd treasure the key to your heart properly and never lose it again.

#scenarios #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu #comfort #tooru oikawa #part two #gn reader

[miintedhaze]

Somnambulism

" Or sleep walking in common words. "

Sei was projecting a medical book.

It's been happening for years now, there isn't a concrete cure. Good sleeping habits but She's so busy. Between missions and doing recreational activities she's gets little to no sleep.

" Oi, get your optic out of the book Sei. I've read everything about it already. Yada yada good sleeping habits, I'm tired of talking about it. "

She had her hands raised in frustration as she walked out her room. It's a small dorm, perfect for one. She moved out of Cayde's dorm about 2 years ago. Moving on and settling in somewhere that didn't cause her too much emotion stress was best. They'd already taken much of his belongings and packed them into storage to keep them safe. She kept small things, trinkets and collectables, small bits of good memories. Of good days.

" What's on the meal plan? " She preps her knifes and took a few ingredients from the fridge. She looked over to Sei who floated next to her.

"Tuna melts and some salad." He watched Gabe ease her way towards the cupboard to get some canned tuna, a few seasonings and some lemon.

Sei hovered silently as usual. He's not a talkitive ghost. A few words here and there. Gabe didn't mind it at all. She was heavily focus on what she was doing, Making sure things were precised and her area was clean. On her freetime, Gabe cooks, It's simple and she had control of her environment. She brings food to family and friends, in and out of the tower. She enjoyed the smiles they give her, a complete contrast to what her normal life gives her. Work, work and then what? More work? She hated that.

" And just a bit more pepper and it's done." She smiled and finished the sandwiches. Sei drifted towards the livingroom and turned on the Monitor.

" Do you want to continue watching the crucible matches for today? "

Gabe walked out the kitchen and sat down quickly, sandwich halfway into her mouth. She hummed an audible "Hmmhmm" as she continued to eat her food.

She finished and sat more comfortably on the couch. It was a generic couch, brown and soft. Old but still reliable. First match done and it was a mercy. Poor team didn't get a chance to even touch a point. Either weird matchmaking or just plain bad luck. Shaxx calls for the next match to begin.

She blinked a few times trying to stave off any sleepiness. Sleepiness. She felt the warm embrace it had on her, reminded her of him. She turned to lay on her stomach and held her throat. The warmth and soft pulses of her jugular played a rythmic lull that almost put her to sleep until-

"YEEESSSSS!" Shaxx bellowed out.

She jumped up and out of that embrace and shivered, The room was coolth. She soft called for Sei and sat up.

" Can you give me a blanket? " A soft fleece transmatted onto the couch. She covered herself and laid back down into the same position. Sei set himself down near her head. He turned the monitor's volume down a bit and Looked towards Gabe who was slowly drifting back to sleep.

He watched over her. An hour passed and nothing. She laid still, aside from her breathing. He looked at the time, it was evening time. Sei started to monitor her vitals, casting a Green light on her. Breathing was in check, bloodrate was in check and her brainwaves we're good. He cut the scan and closed his eye.

Gabe felt as if she had woken up, but she didn't. It was like a lucid dream and Her skin felt staticky. Sei had woken up to see Gabe sitting upright, staring into the darkness. Only the cast of his green optic and the Monitor's "Signal down" lit the room. She held her arm and started to mumble something incoherent.

"The book said not to wake her. Just follow her." He pondered, floating up and scaning room. No objects on the ground to trip her. No sharp object to grab and hurt herself with. She stood up and turned to look at Sei. He knew she wouldn't notice him. She turned back and glanced at the door and began to saunter towards it. A few clicks and it was open.

"No shoes. Great. " He sighed and followed. She was fortunate that it was night out, not too many people to bother her. They tend to guide her but some push her or lead her to dangerous places. She continued on, stumbling and grabbing the railings. Going down a few stairs and wandering through the tower halls.

Shaxx was finishing off a few things with arcite. Paperwork and clearing off zones for tomorrow's crucible matches. Once he finished, he shut down the area and was off. His ghost flew at his side and took the data pad out of Shaxx's grip.

"C'mon Gabe, wake up. It's been more than 5 minutes, these Obsolete books. " He expressed, annoyed. He took a glance over and heard someone walking down the stairs. The footsteps were heavy and slow. He tried to focus was it was too dark. Gabe stopped in her tracks and began mumbling again.

As Shaxx walked through, Sei felt uneasy. Could this person help or hurt her. The steps got closer and louder.

Shaxx looked to see a small figure standing, holding her hand up towards her face. Arc travelled through her hand, her eyes Ebbed a soft blue.

"Who's there?" Shaxx spoke through the darkness. His ghost cast some light and saw Gabe. Sei felt a huge wave of relief.

"She's sleepwalking. Don't wake her please." Sei stated. He floated closer to her. " From what I read, that's not good."

"Don't wake her?" He tilted his head in confusion , "What book did you read that from?"

" A medical book and some searches. It's happened 4 times this month." Sei sighed.

"...who? " Gabe Murmured. She stopped to focus. She was groggy and cold. Only had a pair of sweatpants on and a tank top. The cold are blew through the tower and she shivered. Shaxx looked down at her.

"It's only me. I'm going to help you get to your dorm Gabriella. " He spoke clearly to make sure she understood.

She recognized his voice and felt safe. It's usually someone she doesn't know. Or she'd have to shoo away the ones who bothered her while she was waking up from that state. She let out a breathy laugh.

"Thank you Shaxx but you don't have to. I'm awake now." She turned to her ghost to hide her expression. She felt embarrassed and hated the feeling of being helpless and not in control.

"I wouldn't feel okay just leaving you here. Won't be good for my conscience." His voice was soft. He tilted his head towards her.

"Are you okay Gabriella?"

"I'm fine. Just cold." He heard the defensiveness I her voice and crossed his arms.

"We've been friends for how long now? I know when something is up, but i'm not going to pry. I just want you get home and be safe. I care about you Y'know?"

The sound of his voice only eased her. After Cayde's passing, she and Shaxx would talk about anything and everything. For her sake, to keep her sane. Onyx and Luxe we're busy with their own troubles. She'd hate it if she clouded them with her troubles. But somehow it felt okay with Shaxx.

"Bad sleeping patterned due to the long missions I've been assigned to. It only makes these sleepwalking adventure more frequent. I'm stressed Shaxx. Very stressed. With all that's going on I feel like sleep isn't necessary."

He took In the frustration in her statement.

"I'd like to be home more. But I also don't want to feel like I'm doing nothing. And that right there is what's stressing me out." She walked back up the stairs, Shaxx behind listening.

"Then take a break. You can't do everything but you can do what you can do. " Shaxx put a hand on her back, she leaned into it. It was warm and assuring. He knew she was cold and so he quicken his pace and pulled her closer.

"Thank you Shaxx." She softly smiled. "Can we talk tomorrow? " She held the handle to her door.

"Yes. I'll be here to see you tomorrow night. Goodnight Gabe." He turned.

She heard the smile in his voice. As she entered, The warmth of her room enveloped her. Just like him. She planned to sleep in hopefully, give some of her work to Bishop. "He wouldn't mind it." She thought.

She walked into her room and onto her bed, covering herself with the fleece. Now she'd hope for some actual sleep, and maybe a warm hand on her back again.

#i i wantd to write some gabe and shaxx #its just her and her sleepwalkinh self #i gotta write one or two more to complete it #im not good at writing so plz #work with me. #i just draw writing is a whole new animal. #destiny #shaxx x gaurdian #gabe and shaxx is a ship that im.dippin innnn

[fandomsfunyeah]

Obey Me! Princess Quest! Save Me Hero Mc (Mainly Asmo x Mc with some Mammon and Levi plus Belphie is here too) Part 1

Levi has a new game and he invites Mc to play,unfortunately for him his other brothers want in on the fun too..

After a week it was finally here...Levi slowly lifts the game in it's pristine wrap from the Akuzon box,arms quivering in excitement.

Princess Quest 2 Royal Pink Deluxe Edition...the long awaited sequel to the first 2015 game and with updated immersion graphics,multiple player technology.

He practically squees,he needs to tell Mc now.

Levi grabs his D.D.D and starts texting.

Hey Mc I got something I want to show you can you come to my room right now?

He presses send and waits eagerly,a little worried they won't see it,then his phone beeps.

Sure I'll be right there

Levi is relieved...He digs in a box,grabs one of Mc's favorite snacks and sets it on the desk. Now to wait.

A few minutes later,a knock is heard and Mc steps in.

"Hey,What's up Levi?"

He plopped the snack in their lap then starts...

"Mc It's finally time...the ultimate princess simulation has been unleashed and I'm going to conquer it!" Levi said with a dramatic flare pumping a fist in the air.

"Okay...so what's it about?" Mc asks with a slight smile.

"Well Mc....Princess Quest 2 is the successor to the first 2015 Princess Quest which a lot of people thought was kinda niche at first but then it gained significant popularity and.....

Mc smiles and nods while chewing on their food as Levi goes through his otaku information tirade. From what they pick up you play as a prince...or a princess if there's multiple players.

"So that's the story behind PQ." Levi finally finishes.

"And I want you to be my player 2." Levi goes on. "Will...you let me be your princess Mc?"

Mc opens their mouth to answer but the door flings open.

"Oi! I don't think so!"

Mammon and Asmo run into the room,Belphie peeks in watching his two older brothers with curiosity.

How long have those three been listening in?

Asmo speaks first. "You've been hogging Mc to yourself the past couple days...that's sooo unfair! I want to spend time with them!"

He pouts and glances at them to see if they're looking.

"And if anyone's going to be Mc's princess it's going to be me!"

Mammon says pointing at himself with gusto.

"What." Mc said.

"Oh no no no you Normies are not coming in my room and ruining my game time with Mc." Levi stands his ground,he was not letting his brothers get away with it this time.

The three argued back and forth the next several minutes while Mc tried to interject and calm them down before anything escalated.

Belphie smirked,leaning against the doorway. Enjoying the show.

Then Levi threatened to summon Lotan and Mc decided to take drastic measures.

"ENOUGH....SIT BOYS!" Mc activated their pacts and the three fall on their butts with a loud thud.

"EEEK!" Levi shrieks. That would leave a bruise.

"Yip!" Mammon squeaked.

"Oww...Mc don't be so rough..." Asmo looks up at them with a cute expression.

"Now...Are you three going to behave?"

They all nod. "Good...Let's be civil about this."

Everyone sat down and Mc starts negotiating.

"I do want to play your game Levi,it sounds like a lot of fun."

Ha! He knew it,now If Mc kicks them out of his room they can't complain about it

Levi smiles. "Great Mc! Now we can..."

"Hold on! Mc...you promised you'd spend time with me this week..." Asmo interjects. "I've been so lonely Mc...how can I bask in my ravishing beauty without someone else around to talk to?" He hugs himself,lip wobbling.

If that's how Levi wants to be then he won't give up either.

"Asmo it's only Monday." Mc says perplexed.

"Exactly Mc It's been too much to bare." He sighs.

The other three rolled their eyes.

"I said I'd play games with Levi so if you just wait for a few hours..."

Mammon stands up,it was time to get serious. He runs over to Mc and hugs them "Please,please Mc let me stay in here with you!"

Asmo jumps on the opportunity to hug them as well.

"Pleeease Mc can we stay?" The two beg,teary eyed.

Levi's jaw drops at his brothers antics.

Mc is staring into space,sometimes they were too much.

Belphie breaks the silence. "You two are pathetic."

Then Mc lets out a breath. "Fine." They say exasperated.

The fifth born is ecstatic,already thinking of how to get Mc's attention later.

"Sawwy big brother." Asmo gives Levi a smug look.

Usually he stayed out of his brothers space but he was determined today.

Levi's eye twitched,he was quite irritated by all this. But he'll tolerate it for now. He doesn't want to upset Mc.

"Ugh so now I have to add 2 more players."

"Hmm is there a lot of grinding in this game? if not then I'll play too." Belphie says.

"3 players then."

Mc gestured for everyone to sit again.

"So how do you play Levi?" Mc asks.

"Okay,so I'm going to put everyone's names in and set one person as the prince and everyone else is a princess."

"There's no surprise monsters are there?" Mammon grimaced remembering the dogi maji incident.

"It's a fantasy game,there's enemies but the prince fights them." Levi said. He goes on. "Now I'm setting Mc as the prince."

He typed in their names and sets the roles.

"Okay...done,now Mc we're going to be dropped in and you have to rescue the four of us from these towers then that's when the game really starts."

"We havata wait around for Mc to save us?"

"Ugh that sounds so booring." Asmo and Mammon say.

Levi sighed. That's just the opening...after we're all together then the princesses and prince go on a journey to the kingdom and they confess their love for the prince and whoever they pick wins the game.

...!

That gets everyone's attention.

"Mc's gonna pick me." Mammon said confidently.

"No...obviously it's going to be me...right Mc?" Asmo purrs.

"Yeah keep telling yourself that." Belphie sasses.

Levi sighs again. "Peaceful game time this won't be."

"You all settle down or I'm going to do something." Mc said sternly.

The brothers tense up and are quiet.

"Now...let's play." Mc smiles.

Levi types a few things. "Okay...I've got everyone in and the games settings are ready to go." He pushes start.

The room shifts and Mc finds themself in front of a text box..

Choose your weapon hero

Hmm...Mc looks at the options...there's a axe,bow and a sword with a shield.

They opt for the classic sword and shield combo.

The box disperses and they find themself on a dirt path,forest and a lush grassy plain surround the area. They look down,they're wearing a medieval fantasy like tunic,something like leggings and boots with a pointed hat. The outfit was pink,purple and white.

"I certainly look the part."

They take everything in,it all felt so real. Devildom games used a combination of magic and technology if they remember correctly.

It made for a interesting experience.

Mc walks down the path and stops,there's four short paths and towers at the end of each one.

They grasp the handle of their blade.

Time to save some princesses.

to be continued...

#obey me asmodeus #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me fic #obey me asmo #obey me fluff #obey me levi #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor

[properantagonist]

Nocturne

My neighbour is playing again.

Not that it would ever pose an issue – for me it never has. His skills are exceptional. He has this unusual sense of rhythm, he dances around with his fingers in a very special way. He slows down the tempo, then picks up the pace, building up tension. Sometimes it seems as if he can control the time itself. His taste is very interesting, too. He tends to gravitate towards the oldies, picks those most atmospheric and deep, in which you can lose yourself.

He has a tendency to play at unusual hours. He enjoys Johann Sebastian in the morning, Satie in the afternoon, evening on the other hand, those are reserved for the master Frederick Chopin. Some of the pieces I do not know personally, but I can bet those too bear a great meaning to him.

He goes on for hours. I sit in my chair, I pull out a book, coffee on the table beside me, I change my position a few times before I'm comfortable. Sometimes I'll decide to check out the toilet before I proceed, maybe I'll change the lamp to a smaller one. I start reading, and only then does he start playing. As if he knew. And then I'll catch3 myself having sat in one place for three hours straight, coffee cold, book on the floor. Sometimes there is no book at all. I lose books while sitting in an armchair. The echo from his playing resonates in the hallway, but I can hear him best through the living room wall. He lives next door, one of his rooms being adjacent to mine. Together, they create this U shape around the staircase. You know, back in the day our flats used to be connected. There was a doorway precisely where I like to place my armchair. I once discovered a piece of empty wall while moving furniture. I have no idea when they sealed that passage. It was surely long before I ever came here.

His piano stands somewhere further from the wall in question. The layers upon layers of thin wall create this very specific kind of reverberation, which, surprisingly, pairs up perfectly with the rain. I have always had a feeling that he deliberately plays in rhythm with the rain. When it slows, he slows, when it speeds, he does so too, mirroring it in this most bizarre symphony of mutual understanding.

I've never actually met the neighbour. We know each other solely from the sounds we share though our walls. I've always thought of him as a loner. He wouldn't work, or at least he wouldn't work outside his home, since he picked the most peculiar times to treat me with his repertoire. Sometimes I can hear his footsteps, most rarely his voice. He murmurs and whispers, that does happen. Though, I have never actually heard his full voice. His steps are light, quiet, rhythmical. He wears his shoes indoors, which I've always considered weird, but they do sound like good quality leather shoes, from which I deducted he simply likes to keep up a fine appearance.

It is indeed bizarre what kind of a bond I have formed with my neighbour. Sometimes I get a feeling of understanding between us, that I can feel his emotions conveyed in his music. It's an extraordinary experience to be able to know a man just based off of his steps and his music alone. With each passing day it seems to me that I know him better, even though I haven't met him. And surely, I can communicate with him better than with any of the other block's tenants. The neighbour doesn't stir up any trouble, I try to never cause any for him. We respect each other's presence and space in which we live. It's a very pleasant relationship.

Lately, I've been wondering if I should maybe give him a visit. If I should, maybe, have a peek into his life, just as an act of neighbourly curiosity. So, that one time I stepped out of my flat right when he started his playing session and the sound was carried all throughout our old staircase. Feeling rather self-assured, I placed my hand in a knocking position right over his door and then...

"Oi, sir! What ya doing? There's no one living 'ere" I heard a voice.

I turned around to see the face of an upstairs neighbour. I see him maybe twice a week, but we always greet at sight.

"N-nobody?" I continued, slightly startled.

"The bloke died, methinks. But who knows, that's what I've 'eard. But since then, nobody lives in there."

The music stopped somewhere between our words. I haven't even noticed when.

I came back to my own flat, I sat down to read. The neighbour is playing again. He's playing with the rain. A Chopin nocturne? How so, it's the morning...

#horror #sad #melancholic #dark aesthetic #rain #piano #classical music #short story #aesthetic

[carnivalgore]

Nocturne - 10.05.2020

My neighbour is playing again.

Not that it would ever pose an issue – for me it never has. His skills are exceptional. He has this unusual sense of rhythm, he dances around with his fingers in a very special way. He slows down the tempo, then picks up the pace, building up tension. Sometimes it seems as if he can control the time itself. His taste is very interesting, too. He tends to gravitate towards the oldies, picks those most atmospheric and deep, in which you can lose yourself.

He has a tendency to play at unusual hours. He enjoys Johann Sebastian in the morning, Satie in the afternoon, evenings on the other hand, those are reserved for the master Frederick Chopin. Some of the pieces I do not know personally, but I can bet those too bear a great meaning to him.

He goes on for hours. I sit in my chair, I pull out a book, coffee on the table beside me, I change my position a few times before I'm comfortable. Sometimes I'll decide to check out the toilet before I proceed, maybe I'll change the lamp to a smaller one. I start reading, and only then does he start playing. As if he knew. And then I'll catch myself having sat in one place for three hours straight, coffee cold, book on the floor. Sometimes there is no book at all. I lose books while sitting in an armchair. The echo from his playing resonates in the hallway, but I can hear him best through the living room wall. He lives next door, one of his rooms being adjacent to mine. Together, they create this U shape around the staircase. You know, back in the day our flats used to be connected. There was a doorway precisely where I like to place my armchair. I once discovered a piece of empty wall while moving furniture. I have no idea when they sealed that passage. It was surely long before I ever came here.

His piano stands somewhere further from the wall in question. The layers upon layers of thin wall create this very specific kind of reverberation, which, surprisingly, pairs up perfectly with the rain. I have always had a feeling that he deliberately plays in rhythm with the rain. When it slows, he slows, when it speeds, he does so too, mirroring it in this most bizarre symphony of mutual understanding.

I've never actually met the neighbour. We know each other solely from the sounds we share though our walls. I've always thought of him as a loner. He wouldn't work, or at least he wouldn't work outside his home, since he picked the most peculiar times to treat me with his repertoire. Sometimes I can hear his footsteps, most rarely his voice. He murmurs and whispers, that does happen. Though, I have never actually heard his full voice. His steps are light, quiet, rhythmical. He wears his shoes indoors, which I've always considered weird, but they do sound like good quality leather shoes, from which I deducted he simply likes to keep up a fine appearance.

It is indeed bizarre what kind of a bond I have formed with my neighbour. Sometimes I get a feeling of understanding between us, that I can feel his emotions conveyed in his music. It's an extraordinary experience to be able to know a man just based off of his steps and his music alone. With each passing day it seems to me that I know him better, even though I haven't met him. And surely, I can communicate with him better than with any of the other block's tenants. The neighbour doesn't stir up any trouble, I try to never cause any for him. We respect each other's presence and space in which we live. It's a very pleasant relationship.

Lately, I've been wondering if I should maybe give him a visit. If I should, maybe, have a peek into his life, just as an act of neighbourly curiosity. So, that one time I stepped out of my flat right when he started his playing session and the sound was carried all throughout our old staircase. Feeling rather self-assured, I placed my hand in a knocking position right over his door and then...

"Oi, sir! What ya doing? There's no one living 'ere" I heard a voice.

I turned around to see the face of an upstairs neighbour. I see him maybe twice a week, but we always greet at sight.

"N-nobody?" I continued, slightly startled.

"The bloke died, methinks. But who knows, that's what I've 'eard. But since then, nobody lives in there."

The music stopped somewhere between our words. I haven't even noticed when.

I came back to my own flat, I sat down to read. The neighbour is playing again. He's playing with the rain. A Chopin nocturne? How so, it's the morning...

~

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original language: Polish

#writing #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #horror #creepy #carnivalgore

[hellz-gate]

Pregnant Reader x Ray/Norman part 2

Part 1

YOU,NORMAN AND RAY ARE OVER 16 IN HERE

@aoinanase here ya go

This was gonna be athoner fanfic but school is being shit so have a headcannon sorry

WARNINGS FOR SHE/HER PRONOUNS AND PREGNANCY SLIGHT SMUT MENTION

RAY

You thought he was overprotective before but oh boy was he OVERPROTECTIVE now

Whenever you got out of bed he would always carry things for you and make sure you were sitting down and resting 24/7

"Y/N? Why are you holding a knife?!"

"Because im chopping up food"

"What? No let me do it thats unsafe you'll hurt the brat inside you"

"RAY I'VE BEEN COOKING SINCE I WAS 7"

He helped you alot with morning sickness and those days you couldn't get yourself up he would come up and bring you dinner and feed you himself

He'd often rub your stomach when you had kramps

"Oi little devil stop giving your mother a hard time"

Your sex drive went alot higher then it usually is

Not like hes complaining

You guys waited and didn't tell anyone till you were 3 months in only Glida,Emma,Don and Anna knew (due to medical reasons)

And in those 3 months alot happened

For one Norman was alive and apparently he is now an overlord ruleing an empire

You were hella glad to see Norman was okay but also glad of the new home he provided you

This place was safe away form demons and would be safe for you and Rays child you no longer had to live in that old temple anymore

Norman soon found out by himself of your pregnancy

"So Ray finally confessed? To be honest im suprised this is your first child"

You and Ray blushed at Normans teasing

You eventually tell the rest of your family of your pregnancy most kids are happy however some were curious

"Where did Y/N and Rays baby come form?"

"Yeah where do babies come form?"

"Don't you guys know? Storks fly them down and hand them thier babies!"

"If so then why is the baby in Y/Ns tummy?"

You and Ray had a deep shade of dark red covering your faces

Ray recalled the night he guessed he got you pregnant

You were up late doing chores while everyone was asleep

Ray didn't like the fact that you weren't asleep in his arms and came over

It started as a few kisses now and then but you pulled his hair which was his biggest turn on

The pair of you snuck out where noyone could hear you and...

You and Ray didn't wanna explain that

"Thats something you will learn when you are older" Gilda cut in as you and Ray sighed in relief

When you do enter labour Ray is...VERY worried for you.

It was actually a funny story how your water broke

He was holding you close in bed

His hands rubbing your back humming mothers lullaby

The kramps were really bad tonight your head was tucked into his chest

"Huh?" You felt a cold liquid go down your legs

"Uh Ray...i think my water broke"

"What i thought you pissed yourself again"

Well everyone is but Ray is worried most.

Anna, Gilda, Emma had never delivered a baby before in fact you were the first to have a child out of all the gracefiled children

But they have done thier research so has Ray

Ray never leaves your side once

Hes holding your hand tight no matter how much you end up crushing it

He gives you soft kisses on your hands while holding them whenever he can see your struggleing

Eventually your child is born healthy and screaming

Its a girl

She has rays dark hair and your deep/light E/C eyes

Ray had chosen a name and it was Isabella

There was no argument with him you argeed completely

Some kids didn't get why you would name your kid after the woman who lied and sold off your siblings for years

But deep down everyone still loved mom

And you probably missed her the most

Ray was afraid he wouldn't be a good dad since he never had a father figure in his life

However once you were sleeping few hours after labour Ray had gone to check if Isabella was okay

He looked at her sleeping figure and was about to go to bed himself when he felt her tiny little hand wrap around his finger

He looked back at her with a suprised face

You and Ray made this child

This was the lasting proof of your love

If 11 year old Ray had found out he was gonna have a child with you he wouldn't believe it

11 year old Ray had thought he was gonna die in that house

God was he glad you guys stopped him

He felt a tear prick his eye he wiped it away lightly

He was gonna protect you and Isabella at all costs

He was usually was the one who got up late at night to check Isabellas needs

You were the one who got up early on the morning to check her needs

Ray baby talked Isbella alot when noyone was looking

You bet your ass he sings his mothers lullaby to calm Isabella down at night

Isabella was loved by your whole family

Norman and Glida would usually read stories to Isabella

While constant piggybacks were given to Isabella by Don

And Emma wouldn't mind taking Isabella off your shoulders so you could rest

Ray was a very overprotective dad

"Oi! Little devil! Stop crawling everywhere!"

"Don be careful with her"

"Im not overprotective i just dont want her to get hurt!"

Her crib is right next to you and Rayd bed

Most nights she ends up sleeping in between you and Ray

He cradles you both holding you close

Hes lost alot of people over the years he doesn't wanna lose you both

NORMAN

Norman wanted to make sure you had an easy pregnancy

He always made sure someone form the team was keeping an eye on you

He has to work aswell but you mean to world to him you come first

He knows youre a though chick your besties with Barbara for a reason

That doesn't stop him form wanting to protect you and his child

He would often help you with morning sickness

He'd stay up late doing his work and you would usually have your lonely moods during the night

"Is our little miracle keeping you awake agien sunshine?"

He wouldn't mind having you sit in his lap as he does his work

You were very tiny afterall

You'd often fall asleep in his arms

You wait on telling the others in Normans group untill 3 months in

Alot happened in those 3 months

For one Norman found his long lost family

You got along with his family great especially Emma

Its werid since Norman used to have feelings for Emma (which are gone now he loves you) and you girls get along so well

Barbra though still claims you as her bestie and keeps you close

Its funny to watch to be honest

When you do tell the others its all a shock to be honest

Norman had changed alot over the years to be honest

They didn't expect to see him alive

And they definitely didn't expect for him to have a girlfriend

Let alone a pregnant one

All are happy for him though

Barbara gave Norman a death glare knowing very well how babies were made

However the little ones had no idea and were very curious

"Wait how are Norman and Y/N pregnant?"

"Yeah that makes sense"

"Norman how did Y/N get pregnant?"

When i say his face was red i mean his face was RED

Recalling the night you snuck into his office

You had teased him like you usually did being the horny mess you were

Norman had decided to play your game

In short he fucked you over his desk

He didn't wanna tell his innocent younger siblings of the dirty deeds you guys did

"Yeah Norman tell them" Ray smirked at his best friend

Before he could say anything else Emma hit him over the head with her hand

"Thats something you'l guys learn when your older" Emma said "for now leave them be"

Emma I've known you for a month but oh my god i fucking love you

Is what you wanted to say to the red head but you kept it in

When your water breaks Norman was up late working as usual

He was hella suprised when Barbara kicked open his door and shouted

"BOSS YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS IN LABOUR"

He quickly rushed to make sure you were okay

He had done ALOT of research on pregnancy and labour

Nevertheless he was nervous as hell

He was sure he was prepared for any complications that might come

But he didn't want anything bad to happen to you or the baby

He stays by your side the whole time holding your hand

He swore his hand broke at least a thousand times during labour

He forgot how strong you were compared to him

When your baby is born he is relieved to see you and your...son in shape

"Wow...i just did that" you sighed tired looking into your sons eyes

He had your h/c hair and Normans light ocen eyes

He looked at his newborn son in awe

"Hey Norman i was wondering can..we name him Akira? It means bright and dawn in Japanese and i think-Norman are crying?"

"Huh?" Indeed he was

"Oh sorry" he said wiping his tears away

"Im just so happy, we can name him whatever you want i don't care the name to be honest because hes still our miracle"

Norman loved Akira so much and would give him constant biggy back rides

Would baby talk him with no shame

Legit noyone thought the boss could be this kind

Everyone loves Akira

He would constantly pull on Rays hair

And he loved Emma and Barbara he was always seen laughing or giggling with them

Everynight would always end up with Norman holding you and Akira close

"Goodnight my little sunshine" he whispered before kissing Akira on the forehead

"Uh? I thought i was sunshine"

"Uh...he can be sunshine number 2?"

#ray fanfiction #ray x reader #the promised neverland x reader #norman headcannon #norman x reader #ray headcanon #tpn

[bruhstories]

Fate

Summary: The Abduction of Persephone or how Levi couldn’t get you of his head.

Pairing: Hades!Levi x Persephone!Reader

Warnings & Content: nsfw, mentions of rape & incest (cause, you know, Zeus is a fucking entitled asshole and nobody fucking likes him), unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, language, loss of virginity

Word Count: 5.1 k

A/N: literally the only thing I have to say is that for the purpose of this fic, Hanji has she/her pronouns, and the first few paragraphs are written in third person xD happy reading!

Help me...

Please...

Help... me...

Sweat drips from his forehead and his eyes shoot open. That damned dream again. That sweet voice again. Levi Hades can't comprehend why he was dreaming. Gods don'tdream. His bed seems empty, but he never needed anyone in it. For some reason, now he feels like someone is missing. He gets up, naked body and blank eyes watching over his realm from the balcony of his castle. Empty. Other than the souls of the dead that quietly dance around like little flames, it's empty. Other than Cerberus sleeping peacefully, it's empty. And so damn cold. Mortals mistaken the Underworld for a scorching hot place, but in reality, it's as cold as Levi Hades' heart. If he even has a heart.

He wraps his toga around his sculpted body, a wreath of laurels on his coal-black hair, donning his arms with silver bracelets and rings. Time doesn't exist in the world of the dead, but Levi Hades sticks to a strict schedule. He waves his hand and a scroll and quill magically appear on his marble desk. He can't trust Hermes with this message, and so he gives it to one of his dogs to deliver it to Hanji Hecate. Who better to interpret the meaning of his dream than the goddess of witchcraft herself? LeviHades surrounds himself in thick, grey smoke before he disappears from his bedroom.

Somewhere on Earth, Y/N Persephone is being watched by Zeus. The powerful god cannot resist such a beauty, and he is known for having his way with anyone, even his own daughter. But it's not her time, he thinks, not just yet. She knows this, she knows what will happen to her when she reaches the age of marriage, and at night, when not a soul is awake, she sobs and prays that someone will find her and help her. She is willing to do anything to escape her father's clutches and her dark future. And every night she cries, it rains — it pours.

At the outskirts of the Underworld, Hanji Hecate receives a message. She reads it carefully, and a knot forms in her stomach. The goddess heard the pleas of a girl, whom she believed to be a mortal, but if Levi Hades heard her, too, then it could only be another deity. HanjiHecate closes her eyes and performs a spell in the hopes of locating the desperate girl. It doesn't work. It doesn't work because, unbeknownst to her, Demeter is hiding her daughter from the preying eyes of Zeus.

They searched for weeks, mortal weeks, for the crying goddess, but none of them had any luck. Y/N Persephone is somewhere in the shadows of Demeter, but even she knows her mother can't protect her forever. Zeus gets what Zeus wants eventually. The sun rises over the meadow, but Y/N Persephone doesn't know that because she's stuck weaving in a cave, sweat dripping down her forehead, hairs sticking to her face. The drakons Demeter placed at the entrance of the cave followed Y/N Persephone outside, guarding her as she washes herself in a nearby stream. He isn't supposed to be there. Levi Hades isn't supposed to peer at her naked body and the way she splashes the crystal-clear water. He was supposed to meet with Hanji Hecate and take a walk. He was supposed to go back to the Underworld after that. Yet here he is, spellbound by her gestures, her face, her eyes. And then, she sings. Y/N Persephone begins to sing and all the flowers around him bloom. Levi Hades goes into a shocked state, eyes wide open, brows raised. He knows that voice. He knows it because he's been dreaming it. His scent is picked up by the drakons and he disappears, leaving behind a trail of smoke.

"I found her, Hecate. I found her, but I can't get close to her."

"What do you mean you found her? Just like that?" Hanji Hecate's fingers trace the bark of a tree.

"It was fate. It must be." Levi Hades is desperate now.

"Calm down, Hades. I've never seen you so... twitchy." She laughs, kneeling in the grass. The witch plays with some fallen leaves, brown hair flowing in the wind.

"That's because you didn't see what I did. She started singing and flowers bloomed! I don't know what kind of nymph she is, but she is beautiful. Nothing like I've ever seen before."

"Oh, I never thought I'd live to see the day Hades falls in love." Hanji Hecate laughs again. "So why didn't you approach her?"

"Tch, because she was surrounded by drakons. I don't understand why a mere nymph would need so much protection."

The goddess gasps, all traces of happiness gone from her face, replaced by disappointment and anxiety. Levi Hades takes notice of this and places his cold hand on the witch's shoulder, but she flinches.

"You can't have her."

"You knowher?" His voice is condescending, offended that his good friend hid something like this from him.

"Hades, she's Demeter's daughter, Persephone. She's not just some nymph, but the goddess of spring." Hanji Hecate brings her palms together, forming a triangle. "We can't talk here."

Levi Hades nods and lets himself transported to the Underworld, back to the familiar souls lingering in the air.

"Talk, Hecate." He is impatient and demanding, arms folded across his chest.

"Zeus wants her, and Demeter and I are keeping her hidden." The deity explains with pain in her voice.

"Yes, well, you're not doing a very good job, now, are you?"

"Oi, the drakons noticed you. You don't think they would notice Zeus?" She snaps back, traces of arrogance in her voice.

"Hecate... it's Zeus. What would stop that brat from turning into a drakon fool her?"

The goddess shivers, shifting her weight from side to side.

"Do you have a better idea?"

"I do, actually. I'll bring Persephone here." LeviHades proudly states, but his face is still blank, not once betraying his true feelings.

"You'll... what?" Her mouth is slightly open, bewildered by the god.

"It's the only place Zeus doesn't have access without an invitation. Face it, Hecate, it's a good plan. Better than yours, anyway."

Hanji Hecate is speechless, completely at a loss for words. She ponders over the idea, a hand brought to her chin to think better.

"Alright, but what makes you think she'll just stroll through the gates of the Underworld without a complaint?"

"Oh, you've mistaken my words. I'll forcefully bring her here." He tilts his head, a semblance of a smirk on his lips.

"For fuck's sake, Hades, she's not what you'd expect. And what about me? I promised Demeter I would protect her!" HanjiHecate throws her hands in the air, her shadow taking the form of a raging dog.

"Do notchallenge me, witch. You know I can destroy you in the blink of an eye." LeviHades growls and her shadow restores itself to its natural shape. "Besides, you would still protect her. The Underworld is where you abide."

She knows she shouldn't carelessly be out in the open one hour before her coming of age. But Y/N Persephone, with tears streaming down her beautiful face, embraced her future. She knows Zeus will come for her, and so she willingly gives herself to him. With poppy seeds, she put the drakons to sleep and left the cave, clad in a sheer toga, her body visible through the transparent fabric.

"If you want me, come and get me, father!" Y/N Persephone screams at the skies, the flora surrounding her slowly turning a dark shade of brown and dying, just like her innocence would die tonight. The earth shatters behind her, marigold flames and ashy smoke cracking open the soil. Shadowy figures emerge, grasping the young goddess' limbs and they drag her down, down, down to the Underworld. She is afraid, her heart beats faster as the moonlight disappears, and all she can see is darkness.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be gentler, but I didn't want Zeus to get the wrong idea."

"You're Hades, aren't you?"

"Yes, but please, call me Levi. Persephone, I presume." Levi doesn't smile, but his voice is warm, contrasting the cold that surrounded your body.

"Don't call me that." You spit back, confused as to why you were in his realm in the first place.

"You should be a little more grateful that I saved you, brat." He narrows his eyes down at you.

"Saved me? You abductedme. You're no better than him."

Hanji Hecate was right, you had fire in your soul, and an attitude that would drive Levi over the edge.

"Tch, don't compare me to that pretentious cock." The god scoffs and your expression softens.

"Zeus is a... cock? With a beak and feathers?" You giggle and he almost wants punch himself. How could he forget how innocent you are? Clearly, he's been spending too much time with Minthe.

"That's one way to put it."

"Is there another way?" You ask with your index finger brought to your lips, pure curiosity in your eyes.

"Forget that, you said you didn't want me to call you Persephone. How else should I address you?"

"Y/N." You tell him, eyes peering to the balcony of his castle and you skip to it. "Oh, this place is huge! What are those?" You point at the colourful flames dancing in the air.

"Souls." Levi joins you, resting his arms on the marble railing.

"They're beautiful!" You are in awe, and he is just as mesmerised by your beauty. Not one sane god or goddess would consider the souls of the dead beautiful.

"Look, Y/N, I heard you. In my dreams, I mean. I'm not going to hurt you, I brought you here to rescue you." He lies through his teeth. Levi did want to save you, he still does, but he can't deny the fact that he wanted you all to himself. "I'm gonna mind my own business, you mind yours. Try not to break anything. And don't, under any circumstances, make a mess out of my castle, or my realm."

You lean on the railing, nose scrunched and a hand on your hip.

"What am I supposed to do, then? And what about my mother? What about when spring comes and I have to bring it? What about Zeus?"

Levi grits his teeth, almost regretting his decision of saving you.

"Tch, I'll deal with Demeter. I'll tell Zeus I'm marrying you. You can go bring spring when it's due. Happy?" He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"And you won't taint my innocence?"

Oh, he will taint it, alright. But not just yet.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to do."

"You still didn't answer my first question. What am I supposed to do?" You shift your weight from one leg to the other, impatiently waiting for a proper answer from your captor.

"Anything you want, just don't get in my way when I'm dealing with the dead."

"You're an aggressive little man, you know that?"

Levi can feel a blood vessel bursting on his forehead. You were truly annoying, but he couldn't just sit around and wait for Zeus to have his way with you.

"Anyway, I suppose it is safer to be here." You rolled your eyes. "Got any books?"

"What, you read?" He snorts, a condescending brow arched.

"Don't patronise me. You're the one who abducted me, you could at least try to be nice to me."

Levi sighs. This wasn't how he imagined things would go. He imagined you'd make the perfect housewife and keep him some company.

"First floor. Just stay out of the restricted section."

"Why?"

"Because I said so. Zeus' beard, are you always this irritating?"

"Are you?" You chuckle, a hand hiding your smile.

With another sigh, Levi disappears, leaving you alone. "Great job, Y/N, you made the only person who took a crumb of pity on you to go away." You say to yourself, a pout on your lips.

The Underworld wasn't as bad as you thought. Sure, there was the occasional fire popping from the ground here and there, and you had to be careful not to burn yourself, but overall, it was serene. Some parts of it were scorching hot, but mostly it was cold, and you always brought an extra cloak with you when exploring the realm. Levi wasn't always with you, in fact you haven't seen him in days, but you met his three-headed puppy. Well, puppy wasn't the best word to describe the creature, and it did try to eat you the first time, but you stood your ground and tamed the beast with your singing and eager belly rubs.

"This is a sight I never thought I'd live to see." Levi is shocked, watching his raging dog so calm. "Cerberus never lets anyone but me touch him." He gives the dog a few pats on his back.

"Well, Cerberus likes me better, don't you? Who's a good boy? You are, yes, you are!" You kiss all three muzzles and hug the gigantic beast, the heat of its fuzzy body warming you up.

"Oi, don't get ahead of yourself. Come here, Cerberus." Levi extends his arms and the creature is confused. "I said, come here."

The dog stops wagging its tail and plops next to you with a groan, one head resting in your arms. The shit-eating grin on your face is enough to make Levi sigh.

"See? I told you he likes me better." You poke your tongue out in triumph. You wave your hands and the god watches how you place three daffodil wreaths on each of Cerberus' heads. "Much better!"

"Y/N, he looks silly."

"No, he looks adorable! Here, I made you one, too."

Levi takes the flower crown and inspects it, careful not to crumble the petals.

"What is this?" He asks, marvelling at the beauty of the ice-blue colour of the plant.

"Uh, a flower crown?"

"Yeah, no shit. I meant what flower is this?"

"Oh, it's a blue poppy. One of the rarest plants in the world." You smile. "I think it suits you."

"You're an oddball."

You sit in a lavish chair, all kinds of foods displayed on the table in front of you. Saliva pools in your mouth, but you decide to wait for Levi anyway. It's bad manners to start eating without the host, Demeter taught you that. Gods and goddess don't eat mortal foods, but sometimes they indulge in it, and tonight was one of those nights.

"Here, try this." Levi offers you a strange fruit, something humans have on earth, but different.

"What is it?" You poke your finger at the juicy fruit, sucking the sweetness from your digit.

"It's a pomegranate that only grows in the Underworld."

You pick at the seeds, popping one in your mouth. You couldn't believe something so good could grow in a cold place like this.

"So, what's the occasion?" You ask Levi as you eat three more seeds, the crimson juice staining your lips.

"Our wedding."

You accidentally swallow, choking on saliva and the pomegranate seeds, your fist hammering your chest as you gasp for air.

"What?"

"I told Zeus I'm marrying you and now he wants proof." Levi bluntly states, a chalice of nectar in his hand.

"No."

"You don't have a choice, unfortunately."

"But… I'm supposed to be a virgin. Marriage implies consumption of it." You slam your fists on the table. "My mother-"

"Your mother lied to you. You're a goddess of fertility for fuck's sake." He shrugs and you're shocked by how chilling his voice sounds. Sure, Levi was always brooding and silent, but now he was just inconsiderate. "However, I'm not a man who breaks his promises. I told you I won't do anything you don't want me to."

"Oh, how niceof you. I'm leaving." You stand up, pushing the chair away.

"And go where? Demeter can't protect you forever, and you don't stand a chance against Zeus."

"You know why I hate my name so much, Levi?" You growl, fingernails digging into the wooden table.

"Do, tell."

"Because it means destruction. A fitting name for a goddess of ‘fertility’, don't you think?" The table splits open and all the plates fall to the ground. Your normal, bubbly aura changes suddenly and there's a hint of red in your Y/E/C eyes. "You think I don't stand a chance against Zeus? I'm his offspring." You snap, and instead of flowers falling out of your hair, there's thorns, spikes and rusty leaves all over the place. The uglies, most poisonous plants sprout from the ground and you're no longer the goddess of spring, but the bringer of slaughter, and Levi is impressed. Now he really knows it was faith that brought you together, he knows your place is with him — with the dead.

"Marry me." He says, unmoved by your little show. Unmoved on the outside, because on the inside he wants to bend you over and fuck you silly. His words shouldfuel your rage, but you're too surprised by the fact that he still wants to marry you, despite your outburst.

"Why? Because Zeus wants that?" Vines protrude from your skin and your fingernails turn black. You were completely different than the helpless little girl he rescued that night. You were terrifying. But not to Levi — to him you were fascinating.

"Because I want that."

It was safe to say you had fallen in love with Levi in those nine months since you came to the Underworld. He accepted you the way you were, he accepted your darkness, something not even your mother could do, and that's what triggered your feelings for the god of the dead. You still didn't allow him to call you Persephone, because you still hadn't fully embraced that part of you. Spring was almost due, but you promised Levi you'd go to earth after your wedding. Everyone would be there, including Demeter, which you haven't seen in a long time.

A soft knock interrupts your thoughts.

"Y/N, are you ready?"

"In a second, Hanji!"

"Oh, thank the gods for calling me that. I keep telling everyone I'm tired of Hecate but they don't care." The witch scoffs from the other side of the door.

"Has my mother arrived?" You ask, concern visible in your voice.

"Yes. And she's not happy."

"Hey," you open the door, "thanks for taking the blame and explaining things to her." You hug the goddess and she holds you tight.

"Don't worry about it, kid. It's me who should thank you. I don't know what you did to Levi, but he seems happier. He won't show it because he's a prick, but I can feel it."

You flash Hanji a genuine smile and ask her to fix your veil, to which she gladly accepts before escorting you to the castle grounds. Your mother should do this, but she hated her future groom, or your father, but he was a sick man who only decided to leave you alone because he respected Levi.

Every god and goddess of Olympus is here, even your uncle Poseidon. You emerge from the castle, arm looped around Hanji's and you smirk at Levi's shock. He never thought you could be more beautiful, yet here you are, dressed in silk, flowers on your hand and a thin veil clinging from the peony crown on your head. You catch a glimpse of Demeter before drifting your eyes to your future husband.

"Ladies and gentlemen, gods and goddesses, we have gathered here today to witness and bless the union between Levi, god of the Underworld, and Y/N, goddess of spring." Hanji proudly declares. The ceremony doesn't last too long, and when Levi's lips crush yours in what is your first kiss, thousands upon thousands of plants sprout from the soil, colourful flowers blooming and letting out the sweetest smells known to mankind. Love, he thinks, that's what love smells like.

You're tired from the party, tired from all the talking and mingling, tired from your mother's lecture, and tired from avoiding your father. At least Hera was nice enough to wish you a happy marriage. You pace around your bedroom, sitting on the bed, then standing up again. Levi went to his chamber after the party, but you were expecting, no, you wanted to consume the marriage. You walk to his room, a toga lazily draped over your shoulders, and open the door without a single knock. He's in bed, the only light source being the colourful souls levitating outside his windows. You carefully push the covers and climb into the bed, gently scooching closer to him.

"Psst, husband, are you sleeping?" You poke his shoulder.

"Tch, not anymore." He sighs, not bothering to open his eyes and look at you. "What do you want?"

"Well, I'm glad you asked! Seeing as we're married now, I thought it's only natural for a wife to sleep with her husband." You roll on your side, propping yourself on your elbow. Tentatively, you tug on the fabric of the toga, exposing your shoulders and part of your breasts.

"So sleep." Levi finally lolls his head to the side, facing you. He did not expect to see you sprawled on his bed like that, in a lewd position and a playful smile on your soft lips. "You don't have to do this just because we're married.

"I'm doing it because I want to. And I know you want it, too, Levi." You purr, your fingers grazing over your collarbone.

"It's going to hurt." He warns you, but his hand is already on your thigh.

"I know. But you'll take good care of me, won't you?"

Levi has no idea which one of you is talking — Y/N, goddess of spring, or Y/N, goddess of destruction — and frankly he doesn't even care at this point. As long as he has your approval, he knows he can do whatever he wants. You pull him into a sloppy kiss, obviously inexperienced, but he likes it that way. He likes that you have no idea what you're doing because he can be in control. His hand runs up and down your thigh and you can feel heat building in your core.

"Tingles..." You mumble in his lips with a hazy smile.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" Levi pulls away and you nod. "Show me."

You feel embarrassed and small, but obey nonetheless. Your hand travels between your legs and your fingers touch your already swollen clit, rubbing it in circular motions. Levi watches you with hungry eyes, wanting very hard to abstain, but he can't, and so he takes your nipple in his hot mouth. You whimper at the new sensation, electricity shooting through your body as he snakes a hand between your thighs, two fingers diving into your cunt.

"Ah! L-Levi! So big!" You mewl and he throws his head back, releasing your poor nipple.

"That's nothing compared to what you'll get, you needy brat." He curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot, and you buck your hips. Despite being a virgin, your body naturally knows what to do. Your spongy walls clench around his digits and Levi can already feel how tight you'll be around his cock. "You're so wet."

"Is t-that a good thing?" You're innocent and pure and you rock your hips back and forth, pathetic moans escaping your lips.

"Fuck, yes." Levi kisses you, and it's nothing like the kiss from your wedding. It's desperate and greedy, and he wants you all to himself. The pace quickens, he's pumping his fingers in and out of you faster and you don't know what to do, so you keep rubbing your clit and the familiar heat of your orgasm flushes through your body. You come undone on his hand, the sinful, squelching sound echoing in the bedroom.

"It didn't hurt at all!" You look at your husband, but there's a hint of mischief in your voice, a playful glisten in your eyes. Levi clicks his tongue, because the worst — and best — is yet to come, and you know it — you're no saint.

"Come here." Levi orders and yanks you by the hair, his aggressive gesture sending a shiver down your spine and into your cunt. "Be a good girl and open that pretty mouth for me."

You obey and part your luscious lips and then you see his cock for the first time — thick and veiny, it slaps your face as it pops out of his undergarments, the tip grazing over your cheeks.

"Levi that's... that's too big." You chew your lower lip and lean back.

"You'll be fine. You said it yourself, I'll take good care of you." He cups your face with one hand, thumb caressing your chin. "Now suck it. Make sure to use lots of spit."

You feel your cheeks hot and test the waters by giving the glistening tip a few licks, tongue swirling around it. It tastes salty, and you find yourself liking this. Levi pats your head, but you feel him tensing with each movement of your tongue.

"Shit." He curses under his breath and when you look up at him with doe eyes, his heart pounds into his chest. You courageously take the tip into your mouth, and with hollowed cheeks, you move further. "Yeah, just like that. Take it all."

Bobbing your head up and down, you try to take it all, but the girth and length is just too much, and tears pool at your eyes from the lack of air, but also from how good it feels to have a fat cock in your mouth. Muffled moans reverberate in your throat, and Levi can feel the vibrations tickling him. He firmly grabs your nape and holds your head in place.

"Trust me and relax, can you do that for me?"

You half-nod, anxious and somewhat excited for what is about to happen. Your husband rocks his hips back and forth slowly before aggressively fucking your poor throat, and you feel the arousal building in your core again. So much for promising your mother you'd always stay a virgin. You want to touch yourself again, but Levi slaps your hand away and thrusts into your mouth, holding your head still until you choke, your fingernails digging into his arm. The god pulls out and you gasp for air, and he almost feels sorry when he sees your pathetic state.

"A-again!" You flash him your pearls in a sultry smile, spit dripping down your chin. Who knew you liked asphyxiation?

"Needy brat."

"Please!"

"Tch, later. Right now, I want to fuck you." Levi growls and he already has you pinned on the bed, arms above your head and legs spread open for him. His cock presses against your slick slit and you brace yourself for the incoming pain. "If you want me to stop, tell me."

You don't have the time to nod when you feel a burning sensation between your legs. Squeezing your eyes shut, you bury the back of your head into the pillow and grip the sheets so tight your knuckles begin to lose their colour. Levi slowly pushes further, another inch buried in your cunt, and you bite on your lower lip. But you don't tell him to stop, instead your spongy walls clench around his cock and another inch gets lost in you.

You never thought gods could feel such immense pain, yet here you are, with a bloody lip from digging your teeth into it and a sore pussy. But the worst thing faded bit by bit when Levi bottomed out into your cunt. The two of you sit still, your husband allowing you to get used to his girth.

"Do you think I bled?" You ask, eyes filled with tears.

"Probably, but I promise it will never hurt like this from now on." He comforts you before licking the blood from your lips. The gesture makes your cunt flutter and Levi takes it as a sign to go on. Slowly, he rocks his hips back and forth, and the molten pain is replaced by tingles and arousal.

"You good?"

"Y-yes, oh, f- yes!"

"You can say fuck, you know?" Levi thrusts once, and it's so deep you feel his cock brush over your cervix.

"Fuck!" You cry out, legs wrapping around his waist to make sure he doesn't pull out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Good girl."

There's no more room for gentle touches and soothing words when your husband fucks you raw. Your hips buck against his to feel that sweet pressure you never knew you longed for. In and out, his cock makes you feel sore and hazy, and you want more. The sound of his balls slapping your ass makes your mouth water and your eyes glossy, and Levi feels selfish. He pulls out, turns you over and takes you from behind, like a rabid dog fucking a bitch in heat. And you are in heat — you love the way his thrusts make you feel dumb, the way his cock stretches you, the way he uses and abuses your tight little cunt. Everything is so new to you and you adore every bit of it.

"Shit, I'm close." Levi warns you, his fingers digging into your hips, and you want to be good for him, so you drag your hand between your thighs and rub your swollen clit in frantic motions.

"L-Leeevi! I think I'm-"

"Fuck!"

When you feel a hot liquid shooting into you, your legs begin to tremble and you come on his cock, head falling onto the pillow with a heavy sigh. He pulls out and you already miss the feeling of being full, your juices mixed with his own dripping down out of you, down your thigh. You curl up next to your husband, hand holding his arm before you drift to sleep.

A sweet smell fills Levi's nostrils and when he looks at your tired body, there’s flowers in your messy hair. He still can't get used to the way your divine, disorganised powers work, but at least now he knows what's been missing from his life, and the corners of his mouth slightly twist upwards into a genuine smile. The god of the dead, in love with and married to the goddess of spring. Order and chaos blending together in one beautiful, perfectly arranged mess.

It’s fate. It must be fate that brought you together — but it’s love that will keep you together.

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