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silenteyes · 1 year

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That headcannon of the Child of the Cheshire cat was amazing! Their reaction to seeing MC be a floating head is amazing! I hope you'll make it a series! If you do and do the child of the queen of hearts I can just see MC just cooing over Luke

I'm so sorry it took a while to reply, but thank you! If I get asks about it more I'll definitely write more, but it is a plan to make it a series! Thank you for the request though (is it one? I don't know, never got one!), Miss Hearts is definitely an interesting individual with an interesting personality, I hope you enjoy this!

The Child of Her Majesty, the Queen of Hearts

An Obey Me Series where the MC/you are the child of a fairytale character!

Characters: All of them minus the S4 Trio (I haven’t gotten there yet, and I fear I’d make them too OOC, apologies!), Gender-Neutral MC

Lucifer

Oh dear Diavolo. You were uptight. So VERY uptight.

When you had first arrived, you were dressed as if you were royalty. Well, to be completely fair, you were - but no one knew that yet.

Everything had to be on time for you. And you had a very wayward sense of time. It complicated a lot of things.

Lucifer never admitted it, but he kind of liked how you could reign in your brothers. You had that ability to make everyone hear you AND listen to you.

When he had gotten over his initial judgement of you, he realized that you were just a bit... crazy?

(It feels like he dealt with someone like this, maybe in another life. He remembers a sort of cat-like presence. Maybe it was just him.)

You were extremely good at chess, and card games.

You were very demanding. You’re way of speaking seemed a bit weird to him too. (”Off with your heads!”. Really? Is this an execution?)

You were good in court, seeing your performance in the academy's debate club.

He's slightly intimidated, but he finds that getting on your good side is easy with just blood red roses and some chocolate (that is, if you aren't allergic to them)

Mammon

Y ou were so much like Lucifer, at first. He hated it!

You... made him roses? Paper roses? Painted them? A HUNDRED OF THEM?

He honestly almost had a heart attack FOR you, what in the name of Diavolo were you thinking?

He had hung around you after that, mostly out of guilt. During those times, he did grow to like you and enjoy your presence.

You and him are GREAT gambling buddies. You somehow always win against the other party.

Somehow, you think of the best punishments for the other party when they lose? It’s amazing and he stays in awe every time.

He knows you’re not some normal human.

No offense, no normal human would act and dress like you

He literally cannot resist any request from you, he spoils you a lot. He has a feeling you do it on purpose.

Leviathan

How were you so rich with ACTUAL gold? He sensed it the moment you entered Devildom.

Levi avoided you, but to be fair, he avoided everyone. Mostly you because you felt... off.

The first time he met you PERSONALLY, he thought you were very bossy.

He disliked how you thought you were like all that, ordering everyone around.

He never got along with you, and he thought you disliked him too, at first.

One day, the brothers all went out and he thought you followed them, but there you were in the kitchen, making tea.

You immediately invited him over, and he wanted to decline, but you had already poured him a cup of tea.

He sat down, and he was immediately thrown off because of how talkative you were. You were asking him about anime, games and much more.

He wanted to cry tears of joy. Someone who was open to the same interests he had? He would never have to play games alone again!

From that day onwards, he made it his mission to introduce you to modern-day pop culture.

Satan

He thought you were a self-absorbed royal. Yes, royal.

With how you dressed he wouldn’t be surprised, honestly.

He was interested in you, though. So he had walked up to you one day and struck a conversation.

Surprisingly (to him), you actually had a pretty nice personality! Maybe a bit haughty, but he thought it might’ve been the way you were raised.

He could tell you had a kind heart.

The two of you often hang out at his room for tea parties, and discuss books.

He brought you into the “Lucifer Hate Club” shenanigans

You both bond over cats.

You’d ramble about a certain Chesire, and he’d listen intently.

Asmodeus

With such an amazing sense of style, suffice to say he fell in love with you at first sight

Asmo would always have you go out with him

Shopping, mani-pedi, shopping again, eat, and shop

It was an endless cycle

If you wanted to consider which demon brother you’ve had sleepovers with most, it’s Asmodeus

Sometimes, you all surf the web to judge on other people’s fashion styles

It usually ends up with him writing an essay-long advice for the person while you watch him

Cafe dates, lots of them.

Asmo is just THAT influencer, but he still pays attention to you

“Oh, you look fabulous, hun. Most magnificent human I’ve ever laid my eyes upon! Obviously, out of all beings, I’m still the most gorgeous!”

Beelzebub

This human smelt funny… smelt too much like flowers and smoke and war -

But then he smelled the butter, tea, chocolate, scones

Yeah he tried to eat you

He didn’t get to, obviously, but a jewelry was eaten!

… Along with some hair

Don’t worry, you’re not bald

You avoided him like the plague for a while

But then he came in with puppy-dog-eyes and a pout that reminded you too much of her, though you’ve only heard tales and saw paintings

You forgave him grumpily

You both bond by you making tasty sweets and him eating it

You both also like fencing!

You were excited to spar with him, finally able to practice to make sure you won’t get rusty

Maybe this glutton isn’t so bad, after all…

Belphegor

Oh, you despised him at first sight

You weren’t so foolish as to believe him, but playing pretend is something you’re really good at

When he had finally ended you (or so he thought), you were livid

You were wearing your favourite clothes, no less, one that reminded you of home

All of it… teared and ripped to shreds.

You both had a rocky relationship after that

It was only because of Beelzebub that you both tried to get along

He never apologized, but you could see it through his actions that he was trying

You appreciated it

Actions speak louder than words

(Though your mother only wanted an apology, you wanted to be better. Words were useless if there was no sincerity)

After a few weeks, you finally decided to forgive him

Only because of Beelzebub.

It was only after that that you both realized startling similarites

You both loved piano, and chocolate!

You guys begrudgingly hang out, but will never admit that you enjoy each others’ company!

Diavolo

The Queen of Hearts was someone he respected

He enjoyed her company as well!

To receive the child of Her Majesty was an honour

He babied you immensely, only because he had promised to keep you safe

Even though you were in school, you weren’t rid of your royal duties

That means paperwork.

He’d invite you for teatime, but usually it’s for filling out paperwork

Don’t worry, you both mourn about your wasted time together

Barbatos would have to threaten you both to get you guys working

You find that he and you have many things in common

Child of a major royal, heir to the throne, all that jazz

You often hang out with him, only to get a sense of familiarity

Your mom would be royally pissed if you forgot “Royalty 101”

You both played chess often, though it ends in ties

Yeah, he’s definitely the most normal out of every demon

Barbatos

You adored him

He reminded you of the White Rabbit, your best friend and assistant

You’d order him around, and he’ll follow without complaint

Finally! Someone who treats you like how you should be treated!

The again… this isn’t your realm…

Barbatos often indulges you with sweets and pastries

He was the second best butler, most definitely

Your homesickness would be cured with only his presence

He is the oddest one of them all

You knew nothing about him

A certain Chesire’s voice would ring in your mind

“Curiouser and curiouser…”

Oh, he also reminded you of the Caterpillar

You could only be glad he isn’t smoking

Simeon

The angel was an absolute… angel!

Oh, he was so kind and nice and indulgent

The subjects in Underland were rarely like him, it was refreshing!

Most of them were anxious and loud and hyper

He was one of your favourites

Simeon finds you interesting, and would often ask questions which you only answered in riddles

Well, you could say Mad Hatter rubbed off on you

He has a botanical garden he shares with Beelzebub and Barbatos, and now with you

The roses were your favourite, and Simeon made sure to take really good care of them

His favourite were white roses

He was confused when none were left, but then he smelled… paint?

You were painting the white roses?!?

He almost had a heart attack and had to explain that the flowers can’t have paint on them

If you wanted naturally red roses, he had some at the back of the garden

You stared at him in awe

“YOU HAVE ROSES THAT ARE RED? THAT HAD NOT BEEN PAINTED AND ARE STILL RED?”

Oh dear…

Luke

Oh… this sweet child

The Underland had always taken a liking to children, especially after Alice

But Alice had never returned, and you never met her, or any normal child

A child’s imagination and happiness was what you needed to keep alive

So, instead of ordering him around like you did with others

You indulged the child with fairytales and stories

Luke loved you to bits!

You never acted patronizing towards him, even though he knew you treated him like a child

He had cried once, when everything was getting too much, when everyone was bullying him

And you were pissed

Children should not be crying and frowning, they should be giggling and having fun

The demon brothers got an earful

He looked up to you after that, often copying your way with words and your movements

It was like having a mini you!

… Was this how your mother felt when she had you? When she met Alice?

Blegh, who cares!

You remind yourself everyday to ask Luke if he’d like to visit Underland one day

You’ll ask him before leaving Devildom.

He’s your #1 favourite in the whole Devildom, no one else

Besides, he even bakes for you! All for you!

Solomon

“Alice in Wonderland?”

You paused and stared at him when he said that

He immediately got goosebumps, and he could only be glad your head wasn’t as huge as your mother’s!

You were suspicious of him, at first, but then he revealed to you he was a sorcerer

(He was terrified that you’d actually cut his head off, so he said that to divert your suspicion but what were you even suspicious about was what he was confused with)

He reminded you of the Mad Hatter!

Solomon was definitely mad.

And not a normal human being

He loves to irritate you, but he always make sure you know to not take it to heart

It was… refreshing

You hated his dishes, though

Heaven forbid he cook for you again, because the one time he did you looked him straight in the eye with a blank gaze

“If you cook for me ever again, it will be off with your head.”

You emphasized your point but flicking a card from your deck straight to the wall

It got stuck. In the damn wall. Because it cut through the wall.

You intimidate him.

I’M FINALLY DONE! I’m so sorry to the anon who requested this, it took quite literally ALMOST A YEAR! My motivation to write was down the drain, so I apologize. I also got confused a lot while writing, but I hope it is coherent enough

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avastar-thelastfirebender · 4 months

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[REBLOGS > LIKES]

I really, really REALLY wanted to put this scenario down on paper for a while.

Character Warnings: Timekeeper Cookie, Roguefort Cookie (Pursuit of Lost Time)

TW: Early Stages of memory loss, gaslighting(?) and manipulation, severe sleep deprivation, nightmares

Other notes: In my fanon, Cinnamon is Roguefort's little brother. Remember this. (Also it's literally 1 AM so no beta we die like goombas)

It wasn't often that Roguefort would remain awake for days on end for anything but a heist. Well, this was a heist, just not one for gems. No, no, the target this time...it was far more precious.

"You're twitching. Perhaps you should get some rest." Timekeeper's voice snapped Roguefort out of their thoughts. Truth be told, Roguefort hadn't slept in days, weeks...actually...what day was it? Something that started with an F? It didn't matter.

"I don't think I've ever recalled you caring for my wellbeing." Rogueforf wouldn't make eye contact. Something in the back of their mind was telling them not to, but they just couldn't place their finger on why, exactly.

"Your moms weren't the ones who said they could help you find the watch, were they?" Timekeeper's tone had an edge of sugary malice to it as she continued to operate the aircraft. She didn't even need to look to know that Roguefort had flinched at the mention of their mothers.

"You and I both know damn well why they didn't." Usually, Roguefort would've done everything in their power to hode their anger. But a lack of sleep, grief, timeline jumping, and a misguided attempt at closure (for lack of a better term) all did a number on their mind. "You said yourself that I'd be able to fix the family if I went with you, so don't even go there."

"I did say that, didn't I? I'm sure Cinnamon is in total agreement with your decision. After all, he looked up to you the most, so I bet he trusted you to make the right choice."

Okay, that was the last straw.

"You know what? I'm going to bed." Roguefort sounded angrier than they woumd've liked, but at the same time they sounded exasperated. Understandably so.

"Yes, yes, goodnight to you, too." Timekeeper feigned a yawn as she heard Roguefort storm off in annoyance. And as such, they would totally miss the little smirk growing on her face as they left.

Roguefort wasn't sure how an entire guest room could fit in an aircraft, but they had learned to not question Timekeeper's bs a while ago. They wouldn't feel themself flopping down on the mattress, they wouldn't feel their eyes closing. All they'd be able to hear before drifting off was the sound of their own voice humming Für Elise. They knew it made Cinnamon happy...they just wished they could remember why...

When Roguefort opened their eyes, they were in a dark, empty void. It wasn't cool or echo-y like voids in sci-fi movies, just one where Roguefort was truly alone.

That was when their eyes landed on Cinnamon.

"Cinnamon...hermanito....is that really you?" Roguefort's voice was shaky with tears and desperation, but Cinnamon wouldn't say a word, only continuing to stare at his big brother.

"Cinnamon...it's me!" Roguefort was met with more silence.

"Hermanito...please..." Silence. The silence made Roguefort feel something they couldn't describe. They just knew they didn't like it.

"Cinnamon...Cinnamon, come on! S-Say something, damn it!" But Cinnamon wouldn't say a word.

"CINNAMON!"

Roguefort sat up in the bed with the speed of a rocket, breathing heabily as they tried to regain their bearings. They had definitely had nightmares in the past, but this one felt different. Roguefort sighed, knowing there was no way in hell they'd be able to go back to sleep now. With a sigh, they left the guest room and returned to the main control panel, unsurprised to see Timekeeper still there.

"I thought you were going to bed?"

Roguefort hesitated.

"I'm not tired." They sat in the passenger side of the control panel, seeming determined and bored at the same time.

"We need to find that damn watch."

#my writing #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #pursuit of lost time #Timekeeper Cookie #Roguefort Cookie #Cinnamon Cookie #memory loss tw #manipulation tw #nightmare tw #sleep deprivation tw #gaslighting tw #< just in case #first fic wooo

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petertingle-yipyip · 2 years

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DIRTY THOUGHTS - MARC SPECTOR

Pairing: merc!Marc Spector x merc!Reader

Word Count: 3,859

Summary: When the perfect mission falls in your lap, you and Marc take your assignment a bit too literally. //slight praise and i think minimal dirty talk, nothing explicit//

At that point, you couldn’t remember your contact’s real name. You had changed his name in your phone to simple dollar signs, a nod to the fact that you only called him or answered his calls when you needed extra cash. And that weekend, spare time meant taking a job.

“Just the girl I was thinking about.” Your contact said happily as he answered.

“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes, though you wore a small smile as you dropped over the arm of your couch. “I got a free weekend and need some extra cash. What do you got?”

“Félix Ortega.”

The man you had a personal vendetta against. Slum lord for your parent’s neighborhood. Cartel boss that roped your brother in. Murderer who killed your childhood friends. He pretty much had a hand in ruining everything in your life.

“Shut up.” You said firmly and sat up in shock. “Are you serious?”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Yes.” You deadpanned. “Multiple times.”

“Sure, okay, but not this time. I swear. I’ll send the file when we’re off the phone. Who do you wanna take?”

“Who’s available?”

“All of your favorites.”

You thought for a second.

“I want Spector.”

“I knew it.” He chuckled.

“What’s the payout?”

“200K.”

“Make it 250 each and I’m in.”

“Really?” He teased and you heard typing from the other side of the call. “You’ve been wanting to go after Félix for months and now you wanna barter?”

“Told you I need cash.” You shrugged. “We got a deal?”

“Whatever you want.” He sighed and you grinned triumphantly. “Where you flying out from? I’ll send a ticket and a hotel res with the file.”

“Vegas.. Where’s Marc?”

“London.”

The next day, you and Marc were in a taxi driving through the streets of Mexico City. You were sent the file the night before and you reviewed it on your flight. You and Marc met at the airport, his flight arriving a couple hours after yours.

You liked working with Marc. He was quick and efficient, but knew when enough was enough. He avoided civilian casualties and injuries as much as he could. He still had a heart and that was unheard of as far as mercenaries go. You wouldn’t even say you had a heart persay, just a stance against hurting kids or innocents.

But that soft spot Marc had, it earned him a special part in your head and heart. You tried to work with Marc as often as you could, just as an excuse to spend time with him. You thought that not only did he have a pretty face, but he had a good heart and that was something you wanted to keep.

Even if it technically wasn’t yours.

“Did you get the reservation?” You asked Marc as you two exited the cab and grabbed your bags from the curb. “All I got was the file and my plane.”

“Yeah, I got it.” Marc nodded, holding the hotel door open for you. He followed quickly behind you, sidestepping to get in front of you when you reached the desk.

“Hi.” He greeted the receptionist with a smile. Her eyes widened a bit before she looked him up and down. “We have a reservation, last name Grant.”

You quirked a brow at him but said nothing. You hadn’t realized your contact was going to use a fake name but you supposed it made sense.

“The honeymoon suite.” She nodded and slid over a paper and the keycards. “Congratulations.” There was a jealous bitterness to her voice. It almost made you laugh.

Marc signed the paper with a small chuckle, glancing up to shoot you a wink as he gathered the cards. He nodded in thanks to the receptionist and dragged you to the elevator.

“Honeymoon suite?” You teased as the door closed behind you two.

“Guess that makes you Mrs. Spector for the weekend.” He smirked, nudging you with his elbow.

“Mrs. Grant if anything, it seems.” You crossed your arms and he smiled. “You do realize the Honeymoon suite probably means one bed?”

You turned to look up at Marc and he held your wide-eyed gaze, if only for a second. You knew your cheeks were turning pink and your lips were fighting to turn upwards in a teasing smile. He cleared his throat when you tilted your head and turned to the elevator doors as they pinged and opened.

“Yeah.. The couch’s probably a pull-out so I can sleep there.” He shrugged and motioned for you to go first.

“We’ll see if I want you to.” You nodded, though Marc stole one more glance at your face as it fell slightly before you stepped out.

He followed quietly behind, only speaking up when you two got to the room. He unlocked it and sidestepped, again letting you go first. You hummed a thanks and stepped inside, not surprised to see the one massive bed in the room. Though the room was more spacious than you figured, having a bathroom to the left of the front door and a small kitchenette to the right. Beyond the bathroom was the bed and then a short step down to what you could best describe as a common area with two arm chairs, a plush sofa, an entertainment center with a fair sized TV, and a small dining table with two chairs to match. The farthest wall housed a sliding glass door that led to a wide balcony that had a beautiful view of the older, historical parts of town.

“Did you read over the file?” You asked Marc as you propped a knee on the edge of the bed.

“I glanced.” He nodded, dropping his bag down in one of the armchairs. “You?”

“Yeah, I read it on the plane.. Ortega has a pattern that we have to fit into, but should be easy enough”

“What kinda pattern?” Marc asked, though his back was to you as he rummaged through his bag.

“Every weekend, he goes to the same club.” You turned and opened your own bag, hunting for the dress you had packed for that night. Black, tight, short, and low cut with a slit. “He picks one or two girls and takes them home.”

“So you’re gonna seduce him?” He snorted. “How do you plan to seduce a guy you hate? You’ve-“ He chuckled. “You’ve probably told me seventeen different ways you’d want to kill him.”

“We are gonna seduce him, actually.” You corrected, turning to see him staring at you with hands on his hips. “He only goes after hot women-“ You gestured to yourself. “-with hot boyfriends.” You pointed to him.

“He likes his women to be trophies.” Marc nodded and turned away again.

“He has a type.” You shrugged and found the dress. You began changing out of your travel outfit. “That being said, when we get to the club, you need to pretend like you’re into me.”

“Yeah, I can do that.”

“Okay, but not just ‘Yeah, she’s kinda hot’.” You rolled your eyes as you wiggled into your dress. “I need you to act like you want to fuck me or we’ll never get Ortega alone.”

There was no answer to that. You stepped into the bathroom and twisted around in the mirror to try and zip your dress. Though when you couldn’t quite get it, you huffed and went back out for your makeup bag.

You glanced up at Marc and saw him buttoning his shirt, a dark green shirt with sleeves neatly rolled up to his elbows. He tucked his shirt into his slacks and turned towards you as he zipped, buttoned, and did his belt. He cleared his throat and your attention snapped from the movement of his hands to his face, which gave you an amused smirk.

“Can you help with the zipper?” You asked sheepishly, turning your back to him quickly to hide the blush creeping across your cheeks.

The tension between you two wasn’t quite a secret, but it was still embarrassing to be caught staring. Especially as your mind was threatening to wander towards dirty thoughts.

He chuckled and came over, gently pushing your hair over your shoulder. He pulled the zipper up slowly, ghosting his fingers across your shoulders when he finished just to see if you would react. And you did, shivering slightly.

“Thanks.” You tossed your hair back and grabbed your small pouch so you could duck back into the bathroom.

“So.” He came and leaned against the doorway. “That’s the dress you’re wearing tonight…”

“No, I had you zip me up just to take it off.” You rolled your eyes slightly as you pulled out the makeup you needed. “Why?”

“You look good.. Really good., actually.”

“Then you’ll have no problem playing along, right?” You teased and started your quick makeup routine. “Less work I have to do the better.”

“Right… Might lead to another problem though.”

“Which is?” You turned to him.

He simply shook his head with a chuckle. He pushed himself off and left, leaving you to wonder what he could possibly mean by that. You turned back to the mirror and made a face to yourself before touching up your makeup. After a few minutes, you went back out and tossed the makeup in the bag before finding your heels.

You sat beside Marc on the bed, who had been laying on his back on his phone. Your weight making the bed dip drew his attention and he watched as you leaned over and worked the buckle on one shoe. He hauled himself up without a word and knelt in front of you, his hands covering yours and taking over. You glanced up and saw just how close he was and it made your breath catch in your throat.

Dirty thoughts, indeed.

His hands easily fastened the buckle and then switched to the other shoe. Once that was done, both hands went behind your knees and pulled you towards him. He offered you a shit eating grin after you gasped. You broke into a laugh and scooted yourself back, though it was hard to ignore that it was a beautiful angle to see him from.

“Fucker.” You laughed it off and he held a hand out for you as he stood.

You accepted his help and let him pull you up. He lifted your hand above your head and gave you a spin, letting out a long whistle as he did. You giggled and pulled the fabric of your dress down. His hand found your lower back as he guided you out of the room and towards the elevator.

“My purse.” You tried, though his hand continued to push you forward. “Wait-“

“Don’t worry about it.” He said with a shrug.

“But my gun is in my purse.”

“You won’t need it.”

“Marc.”

You turned to face him after you two got into the elevator.

“I got you covered, babe.” His fingers came under you chin as he gave your face a small shake. “You trust me?”

He looked down at you with a small smile and slightly raised brows. You knew you trusted him and he knew it too. You knew he just wanted to hear you say it. So if he said he had you covered, you were covered. You smiled widely and reached up to take his wrist. You slowly pulled his hand away, noting how his thumb dragged down your chin.

“Yeah, I trust you.”

The ride to the club was quick enough. The bouncers let you two in without much of a second thought and the music blasted you as soon as you walked in. The smell of liquor was all over as you two squeezed through the crowd, hand in hand. You weren’t sure if it was to sell the facade, make sure you two didn’t lose each other, or just because Marc wanted to.

“See him yet?” He leaned over to ask you.

“No… What do you wanna do?” You asked in return.

He jerked his head towards an open table near the dance floor. You followed him easily and sat close to him, close enough that your knees pressed together. He kept a hand on your thigh as he looked around. He had scooted forward to the edge of his seat, as if to block you from the rest of the club.

Your own eyes scanned the room and locked with someone familiar in the VIP area behind a thick velvet rope. You smiled at him and his eyes scanned Marc before he looked back to you. He nodded to Marc and then to you and you tilted your head back and forth as if you were thinking. He smiled and wagged a finger at you before he nodded and stepped away. You rolled your eyes once his eyes left you and nearly gagged at the interaction.

You sat up on your knees and leaned forward and draped your arm over his shoulder, resting your chin on the other side. You turned your head to speak lowly in Marc’s ear, his own head turning towards you slightly.

“Hi.” He smirked.

“I’ve got him.” You answered. He shifted in his seat to face you better. “VIP. We caught his eye already.”

“That was easy.”

You hummed in agreement and swung your leg over his lap. His eyes went wide for a second but his hands found a home at the back of your thighs and his fingers inched under the hen of your dress. He leaned his head back against the wall and smirked lazily up at you.

“Enjoying the view?” You teased and rested your hands on his shoulders.

“I am, actually.” He chuckled, pulling you up and closer to his chest.

“I can tell.” You nodded towards his lap and he just shook his head with a smile. “Is that the ‘other problem’ you mentioned?”

“Can you blame me?” He shrugged.

You leaned forward so your lips grazed his as you spoke. “Dance with me.”

“Fuck.” He groaned quietly, fingers gripping your thighs a bit tighter.

He tilted his head up as he shifted the position of his hands quickly. One hand landed on your hip and pushed you down against him while the other came to the back of your neck. Your own hands took a tight hold of his shirt as he pulled you closer so your lips finally met.

The pulsing music of the club seemed to disappear. The flashing lights behind your closed lids seemed brighter. Everything seemed to disappear other than Marc, his grip on your hip and the way your lips moved together. You had to be the one to pull away, though he chased your lips.

“Dance with me.” You repeated, mildly out of breath. “We still need Ortega.”

“Screw Ortega.” He shook his head and leaned into you again.

“No.” You giggled and pulled back, earning a frown in response. “We need to get this done first. We have a job to do, baby.”

You climbed out of his lap and pulled your skirt down again while he grumbled to himself before getting up. You held a hand out to him and he took it dramatically before you led him to the dance floor. You turned to face him while placing his hands on your lower back. You wrapped your arms around his neck. He pressed you close to him as you two began to match the fast beat of the music.

“I’m impressed, Mr. Spector.” You giggled.

“Why’s that?” He chuckled.

“I didn’t think you’d know how to dance to Hispanic music.”

“No? Guess there’s a lot you don’t know about me.” He shrugged with a cocky smirk.

“Is that an invitation to find out more?” You raised your brows. “Cause I’m willing to stick around.”

He smiled and spun you around so your back was against his chest. He leaned down to speak lowly in your ear.

“Speak of the Devil.” You grumbled as Marc reclaimed his hold on your hips.

“You’ve got an admirer.” He said before placing a teasing kiss below your ear. Your shoulder instinctively came up and your head turned towards him, earning a chuckle from him. “You okay, baby? You’re blushing.”

“Fuck off.” You smiled and turned away with a heat rising to your cheeks.

You locked eyes again with Ortega and he lifted his drink towards you. You blew him a kiss and his brows raised as he laughed. He nodded and held a finger to you, as if to ask you to give him a minute but your next actions made him hold your gaze with his mouth slightly agape.

Your hips moved in a steady rhythm against Marc. You felt one of his hands sliding up your spine and pressing gently to bend you over while the other held your waist. Your hands braced yourself against your knees while Marc moved with you to the music, hips grinding against each other in a way that sent goosebumps across your skin. Marc’s hands slid to your chest and pulled you up quickly, allowing you to flip your hair and lean your head back against his shoulder.

You were so lost in your movements and Marc’s presence that you forgot you were supposed to be teasing Ortega. Your mission had easily become a cat and mouse game between you two, and you both loved every second of it.

You guided Marc’s hands in two different directions. He hummed in interest as you brought one hand up and over your chest to the base of your throat. The other was guided down over your stomach to the top of your leg.

Your clouded gaze found Ortega, the eye contact practically slapping you back to reality as he grinned excitedly and turned to talk to his friends. Marc’s fingers landed on either side of your jaw and he jerked your head to the side to look at him. Your eyes were wide, only for a second.

“Do you know what you’re doin’ to me, pretty girl?” He mumbled.

“You’re doing so well, handsome.” You smiled lazily, returning his praise.

He squeezed your face gently and you bit your lower lip before he kissed you roughly. You hummed in content and twisted in his arms so you were chest to chest, his hands gripping your waist as your fingers slid into his hair. He bit your bottom lip gently, drawing a small noise from your throat.

“Perdón.”A voice said from your side. You two pulled apart slowly, though Marc’s grip on you never faltered. You had to drop your face to the crook of Marc’s neck to hide your expression, which was a mix of annoyance and disgust. “May I?”

Looking over, you saw Ortega staring at you with lust clouded eyes. You forced a smile and glanced back at Marc, finding he was already looking at you. You gave his arm a slight squeeze before kissing his cheek. He frowned at you slightly but released his grip and let you leave with Ortega.

The man led you out of the club and into the side alley that opened into the parking lot. He backed you against the wall and placed a hand against it near your head. You hummed slightly as you looked up at him with wide, doe-eyes.

“All night, I see you with him.” He said lowly, his free hand tracing your cheekbone. “But I see how you look at me.”

“You’re an easy man to be distracted by.” You answered smoothly, watching him swallow hard at your words.

“What is your name?”

“Whatever you want it to be.”

“That mouth gets you into trouble, doesn’t it?” He smiled as his thumb traced your lower lip.

“That’s not how my husband would explain it.” You glanced around and noticed Marc had followed you two out and was waiting behind one of the cars in the lot. He raised his brows at you expectantly when you caught his gaze but you ignored it. Instead, you turned back to Ortega.

“Husband, hmm?”

“Yes… My husband… Very handsome, very generous lover.”

“Yet you’re here with me.”

“Mhmm.” You slid your hands up his chest and under his jacket, earning a groan from his throat. Your fingers brushed the gun in his holster but he didn’t seem to notice. “I hope you’re worth it, Félix.”

“I assure you I-“ He began but paused, tilting his head with a small chuckle. “I didn’t tell you my name.”

“No.” You said softly, gripping his gun under his jacket. “You didn’t.”

You pulled the gun and pushed him away, pressing the barrel against his forehead. He backed away from you with hands raised in surrender until his back hit the opposite wall. Marc was quick to come to your side with his own gun in hand. One of his hands came around your waist and he pressed a quick kiss to your temple.

“The mastermind, Félix Ortega.” You mocked. “And all it took was a pretty face to get you alone. You’ve tormented my family for years… How fitting that I’m the one to end it.”

“I don’t even know who you are.” He tried to defend.

“Good.”

You pulled the trigger.

Later that night, back at your hotel room, you were still in your clothes from the club. Marc was getting out of the shower.

You thought you should be glad, relieved even. You caught up to Ortega and got rid of him. You earned 250k and hardly did anything. But still… Your mind was elsewhere.

Your mind replayed Marc’s touches, the way he gripped your body and the way he kissed you. Every memory reignited those parts of you, memories leaving that patch of skin alight with desire, with the ghost of his touch that you wanted to feel again - even though you knew it was fake. You were so caught up that you hadn’t even realized he came back into the room.

“You okay?” He asked. snapping your attention up.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m… great.” You tried.

“I know you better than that, Y/N.” He sighed and sat beside you. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just surreal, I guess. That he’s gone… That I did it.” You shrugged and looked down to your hands in your lap. “You were really good tonight… Real convincing. It was fun..”

“Cause I wasn’t pretending.” His fingers came under your chin and gently turned your face to look at him. “I didn’t have to. With the way you looked in that dress, I…” He licked his lips as he scanned your figure. “I had to try not to fuck you all night. Just the thought of it, I… I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

“Yeah?” You smiled slightly. “You gonna do something about it, handsome? Or are you just gonna think about it?”

“Oh, baby.” He groaned and pulled you closer by your chin. “Just want you to say it.”

“Say what?” You teased and leaned in closer. “That I want you?”

“Say it.”

“What do you want me to tell you?”

“Say it, baby. C’mon.” He squeezed your face gently and you hummed, biting your lower lip. “Lemme hear you, pretty girl.”

“Well, we are in the honeymoon suite after all. And what are honeymoons for?”

#marc spector x you #marc spector x y/n #marc x yn #marc x you #marc x reader #marc spector x reader #marc spector fic #marc spector #moon knight #moon knight fic #marc spector moon knight #moon knight x you #moon knight x yn #moon knight x reader #merc!marc spector #mercenary marc fic

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enigmasandepiphanies · 6 months

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the last weekend was one of the top 10 best moments of my life and if I told the younger me about it, she'd never believe me at all. isn't that what adulthood is about after all, doing things that would make the little girl with braids who still lives inside you happy. i went to the eras tour movie with my best friend who is also my musical soulmate there was something in the air that day that was unlike any trips we'd taken—we have to travel quite a lot from college to reach the city. it was this humming anticipation but it was a gentle refrigerator like humming filled with comfort. then after a great breakfast, arriving at the mall and reaching the theatre, the humming became loud buzzing as my best friend and i couldn't contain excitement. we were like a container of overspillng strawberries.

we met so many swifities and when the movie began, IT BURST. we never sat down on the seats, singing loudly to all songs for 3 hours, waving flashlights, screaming all fanchants, running across the theatre stairs to the screen dancing all the songs of our childhood and girlhood and songs that shaped us, hugging, holding hands. i have been part of fandoms, I have found most of my belonging in fan communities—they have nurtured who I am today. but I have never been to a concert, this was the closest I have been to one and it was everything. we were probably the only people who knew lyrics to all the songs. there was so much fluorescent happiness, you know the hazy kind, the one which you look back in life to and think it was a surreal dream. it was surreal, I still don't think I remember every bit of it. I just remember happy screams, loud singing, feet hurting, jumping and waving and being enveloped in my best friend's love. people looked at us when we danced near the screen stage on 'our song', it is taylor's old album so not everyone knew but it felt like a main character moment to know and when my best friend made me twirl to it, I remembered listening to this song for the first time on YouTube, it was one of the first Taylor songs after love story that I had heard and I fell in love with its country storytelling, 11 year old me wanted that love. and when my best friend told me there was no one I would do this with except you, I almost wanted to crush her in my embrace because same but also because it is not just about the movie and fandom and celebrating your love for music which whispered your soul alive but also about people, people who you share that love with and the sharing is such a love multiplier cause love is not just stored in my best friend but she returns me love with interest, with more dividends with just more love. god i love her so much!!!

we were planning to stay in the city in a hotel with our other friend whose birthday it was and celebrate her birthday with good old fashioned alcohol and going to a nightclub. yes very first world country I think but I am not from a first world country and it was like my second time going to a club. after reaching at the hotel, we ordered wraps and showered and got cozy under those white comfy hotel comforters. we took a cuddly nap and then woke up late in evening when the sun set, sky was the darkish greyish blue and vehicles were honking during evening rush. oh wait btw I just got legal so I legally brought alcohol from the mall btw, they didn't even check my id cause the way I asked about alcohol seemed like i was experienced and old even though I have like a baby face. we ordered some noodles, chicken, snacks and mixers BUT THERE WAS NO BOTTLE OPENER for the mixers and my friend used a spoon to open it IT WAS SO FUCKING COOL, I literally gave her three bows on my legs. I had the most fun pregaming experience cause I was with the people I felt so comfortable and loved by, we got ready while pregaming. I often talk about girlhood interrupted due to being in 20s but with my best friend doing my eyeliner, mixing drinks, dancing to paper rings and 2010s bollywood songs, pregaming on bhajans, wearing sparkly dresses and jewellery and just hugging my friends for no reason was when my girlhood was interrupted. my best friend ordered an auto in her tipsy state.

and we went to the club, saw the cool college group from uni turns out they are very boring, they didn't even dance. they played some amazing songs so we danced, my musical soulmate flicked my glasses off and a kind girl from the cool college group also helped me find it, my best friend found it. there was that obnoxious male attention which we downed it with one shared long island tea, the club asked us for a picture idk how tf that picture turned out cause we were so drunk, I remember being so happy in that moment just holding my best friend and dancing to songs in languages I didn't even understand. and then when it was time to go home, this guy flirted with both of us (I called him mufasa from simba idk why I told him he's hot but dont you dare think you're getting away flirting with both of us men ugh he was hot tho) , I fell off sone stairs a bit not hurt don't worry, the sober birthday girl called a taxi, I emergency dialled my parents (yes they are all stories for some other). I cleaned my best friends puke, held her hair, broke a cup during cleaning, I puked. it was quite a wild night, we cleaned up, had the best sleep of our lives. I just I think the aftermath of returning is when I truly realized how I love my friends like I didn't mind cleaning up after them, it was natural. they took care of me—shoving antacid in my mouth, cuddling me post breakfast while we watched gilmore girls, it was yeah. it was a surreal dream, true textbook fanfictiony being in your 20s experience that you tell your kids but that is not why I loved it the most, I loved it because I was with people who made me feel so loved. ughhhhhhhhh

#eni life stories #musical soulmate tag #saved #eni tag

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thenerdnextdoorxo · 2 years

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LOSING MINDES

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summery: You study so hard for a test, but you fail.

You stayed up all night today just so you can get A plus. You had to, so your total is at least decent since you were miserable in this subject. But Wanda, your girlfriend, didn't approve. She though you were pushing yourself to the extreme, and she was right, but that was the least of your worries.

She tried calling you to go to bed multiple times, but you refused. So she decided to at least make you stay hydrated and well fed while you were drowning yourself with studying.

After a lot of work and stress, you managed to finally understand and revise everything. You were very confident that you were going to get a very high mark, if not A plus.

So you went to the exam hall, sat down at your place, and started answering questions. Then it hits you. You didn't know almost half of the questions, you were so confident that you went through everything when you were studying.

As soon as the test was over, you walked out of the hall shaking in fear. You didn't know if you'd make it to the next semester.

You went to one of the students that were taking the exam with you, and asked them if it was difficult. Almost all of them said no.

well you're screwed.

Then you told them that you had very difficult time answering the questions, which then they started to mention something about a paper.

"What paper?" You asked. "The paper the professor gave us before our last week, don't you remember? it had some important points the professor said that might be in the exam." They said

oh no, the paper.

Then you remembered the paper. You saw it while studying but you tossed it. You just thought that it was some other useless paper that you used during one of your classes for a reference.

You almost crashed on your way to your girlfriend and yours' shared apartment because your head was swimming with thoughts. What have you done??

As soon as Wanda got back home and saw you that way, she knew it was about the test.

"Detka? what's wrong?" She said, lightly touching your shoulder. You were setting at the couch, hugging your knees. "I screwed." You said, in a really blunt tone.

"What do you mean?" She said softly. Then started the waterfall of tears. You started to explain what happened to you and you were almost choking on your words from the raising pain in your throat.

"Hey, hey, detka, it's okay, shh it's okay" She said quickly the moment she realized that you were in the verge of having a panic attack. She knew that things like these are not easy on you, so she did her research and managed to find the signs of a panic attack before it happened so she can calm you down.

"You did your best love, it's okay. You can always try again later." She said hugging you. "No, I don't want to try later! its humiliating to see students younger than me pass the course meanwhile I'm still trying!" You said, now full on sobbing.

"Detka, you do realize that you are so talented in literally everything else?" She said smiling softly. "You don't have to pass this course, you already are so talented in ways that you turn a blind eye to," She said hugging you close to her chest.

"And it doesn't matter if you pass this course or not, you already made it in life. You discovered who you are, and it's enough." She said, looking down at you. "Now, will you promise me that you will never think of yourself in such way? and if you do, you would always tell me?" She said.

"I promise," You said, sniffling softly.

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MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! YAYYYY

<3333

#wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximov #wanda maximilf #wanda maximommy #wanda maximoff imagine

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nihils-trolls · 1 year

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From the Top

Yumech Dibiki | Wisp's Hollow | 4 sweeps of age

Here they sat again at the table- small, square sheets of old parchment laid out in front of them. Yumech was wholly frustrated with this exercise already, having failed miserably the last few times. It's evident just by the tired expression on their face.

"Maybe you should take a break. It's getting late, and your other studies are just as important."

Their mentor sits across from them, patiently keeping an eye on them to make sure everything goes smoothly. He can't really teach them anything else until they have this concept down.

Slightly stubborn as they are though, the young troll shakes their head. [One more time,] they say. [It won't be bad like last time, promise.]

The elder sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. However, he doesn't stop them.

"At least I figured out you have an affinity for the light domain. But I could have done without the blinding explosion."

His remarks make Yumech shrink slightly, the instructions of the exercise playing again through their head.

The mark of a mage is not their name, nor is it their sign or seal. It is something that represents their very being, and is unique for each user. To figure it out, all you have to do is pour yourself- or rather, your mana- onto the sheet here. But take caution: You must control the flow just right. Too much can cause an accident, and too little will cause nothing to happen at all.

Control. Without control, there's not much a mage can do besides hurt themself. As their mentor mentioned, the last attempt of this exercise ended with a literal 'flash bang.'

They pick up a sheet and close their eyes, focusing again. It's not that hard, just do it already.

"Think about it like a faucet, Yu," their mentor speaks up. "What you've done so far is cranked the handle all the way open, letting the water run full force. Not great, but you don't want it to just trickle either."

They open their eyes to try again. No explosions this time, but it does not go as they'd hoped. Upon pouring a bit of himself out on the page, the sheet sprouts roots and stems- the latter of which start twisting and shifting around the paper.

Yumech drops it immediately as to not be caught in the growth. As it clatters to the floor, the sprig bolts upright- roots digging into and through the flooring. It keeps growing to the size of a sapling, leaves and all- standing tall within the dining room.

Radinn chuckles before turning to Yumech again. "Interesting, I've never taught someone with such a talent for life, either. Try again, maybe dial it back just a tad more."

They slouch over and sigh, defeated. [I can't do it. This is stupid.]

"Hm." He feigns pondering for a moment. "Disagree with you, lad. This is vital learning experience right here, for me and you." Radinn shifts to lean back in his seat.

"Magic is fickle. In practicing any area or domain, you're going to fail. Likely very often. But how you view that failure is important. It's important to learn what not to do, so that in going forward, you can avoid those previous mistakes."

"Eventually, the craft will become second nature to you- like breathing. So try one more time, from the top. Then you will go take a break, regardless of how it turns out." He gestures to another sheet of parchment, encouraging them onward.

[Fine. One more time.]

They pick up another sheet, staring blankly at it for a moment. Hesitating. They already knew how to let their mana flow, but controlling it has been trial and error. Mostly, error. They want to keep learning about magic, but this is getting annoying.

... One more try, they repeat to themself.

Slowly, something begins to form on the page. It starts out faint, but over the next few seconds becomes darker- almost like ink is bleeding through the paper. It swirls before setting, taking the form of some unknown symbol.

Radinn peers over, and smiles warmly. "Well, there you go. Remember that feeling you've got there, and how you did that. I'll give you a few more of those squares so you can practice a bit, and then we can get started on more advanced subjects."

He hands Yumech a few more scraps of the same parchment, then moves to stand and stretch some. They have been at this for some time tonight.

"Now, go back hive to get some rest, alright?"

#nihil writes #yumech stuff #just something quick while I'm thinkin about it #edit: smh. I went over this like 3 times and still didn't catch all my mistakes

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luciferschair · 2 years

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Glimpse of us.

a/n: I made this purely because I was bored lol, I’d probably start writing more in the future. Also, I would like to apologize in advance if there are any grammar mistakes. English isn’t my first language. Welp, that’s about it. I hope you enjoy the pain! 🤍

(reader’s gender isn’t specified)

She'd take the world off my shoulders,

If it was ever hard to move

Lucifer sighed as he put away yet another paperwork that he’s been doing these past few days. He’s been so busy that he can barely get any sleep, let alone keep track of time. He closes his eyes and rubs the bridge of his nose with one of his gloved hands and inhaled deeply, only to open them again to see the messy desk that’s filled with mountains of paperwork. He was about to reach for another paper until he was interrupted by the gentle knock outside of his office door.

“Come in.” He spoke in a gruff voice.

The door creaked as it opened slightly, a familiar demon popping up beside the door with a worried look decorating her face as she peeked inside. “Are you okay, Lucifer?” she asked calmly. She opened the door fully to see the state of her lover, and couldn’t help but frown at the sight. “You haven’t slept for days.” She remarks. She slowly walked towards him and gently pats his back. “It’s alright, you’ve worked hard enough, Lucifer. Let me handle the rest.” She spoke with a smile as he looks at her, confused. He knew she was more than capable of doing his paperwork. Hell, he even knew how reliable and trustworthy she is. But he just couldn’t handle the thought of somebody doing his work other than himself. “I’m fine, really. Everything is alright,” He said as he plastered a smile on his face. “You should really head off to bed, though. It’s getting late.” He continues as he sees the clock and realized how late it was getting. “Not without you, Lucy.” She says with a pout on her face. Lucy.

The nickname made him bitterly chuckle to himself. “Alright. A few more and I’ll head off to sleep as well,” he promises. She shook her head and said “I’ll be helping you with some of these then, y’know, to help remove some of the weight off your shoulders.” He let out a small chuckle, knowing she really won’t go without helping him.

Her actions made him remember a certain someone, a feeling so different yet so similar.

She'd turn the rain to a rainbow

When I was living in the blue

Lucifer was sitting in the music room, listening to his favourite record as many thoughts filled up his mind while he stared into space, not realizing that his lover was watching him from a distance until she came closer and cleared her throat. His eyes widen in surprise for a moment, before blinking and returning to his normal self. “Ah, it’s you.” He tried to spoke enthusiastically, but failed. She gave him a small laugh and spoke, “Yeah, it’s me.” He scooted over and made some space so she could sit down. “Are you okay? I’ve noticed that you’ve been pretty preoccupied with whatever’s on your mind lately.” She said as she sat down beside him. “I’m fine. It’s just my brothers,” he said with a sigh as he tried to make up an excuse. “As you know, they’re very… complicated, to say the least.” He continues. She felt bad, but she knew what to do. “Hey, how about you take your mind off them for a day? Let’s go somewhere fun!” She said enthusiastically as she stood up while taking Lucifer’s hand in hers. “I don’t wanna see you sad anymore, so let’s go have some fun!” she smiled brightly. He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but he swore he saw a rainbow right behind her.

All of the things she did were so different, yet so similar to someone he once knew. Someone he once loved.

Why then, if she is so perfect Do I still wish that it was you?

Anything-no everything she did was perfect. She knew exactly what to do in different situations. She’s quick, witty, clever, smart, reliable, trustworthy, confident, silly, gorgeous, she’s quite literally a mix of everything good that you can think of imaginable. Hell, even his brothers took a liking to her. She’s everything that anyone would have ever wanted in a lover. She’s perfect. So why? Why then if she’s so perfect, why does he still wishes that it was you? The thought haunts him until this day.

Perfect don't mean that it's working

So what can I do?

‘Why am I still thinking about you? Why couldn’t I just move on? Why couldn’t I just forget what happened to you years ago? Would she hate me if she knew that I was still thinking about you?’ his thoughts filled up his mind like a plague. Thoughts that he just couldn’t bear to tell her. He hated himself for it. He despised himself. How could he let a mere human control his emotions like this? It wasn’t anything shocking, really. He knew that a human’s lifespan is much shorter than those of a demon’s. So why? Why did he have to get emotionally attached? He knew what would happen in the end, after all. Fate hasn’t really been on his side for the past millennia.

He shut his eyes tightly and tried to forget and just go to sleep. But he can’t. He couldn’t.

Because he still remembers.

When you're out of sight

In my mind.

He remembers everything as clear as day. The one moment he let his guard down, and lost you. Exactly like how he lost his dear sister. Except, he lost you right in front of his very eyes. Everything inside him shattered, and he just couldn’t believe it. He had to be the one to tell everyone exactly what happened and how it did. All of your friends across the three realms were shocked, nonetheless. Some still couldn’t believe it, denying the fact that you were no longer with them. Some were crying on the floor while pouring out whatever’s on their mind. It hurt to see everyone like this. Diavolo, Simeon, Barbatos, and him had to stay composed to let their friends mourn over your death, even if it means bottling up his emotions.

He wouldn’t let anyone know, not his brothers, not even Diavolo. He wouldn’t let them know how hard your death has affected him. He wouldn’t let them know how hard he tries so to forget, yet he still falls asleep crying about you each night. He started shutting everyone out more, opting to do his paperwork other than spending time with them. He has gone back to the Lucifer he once was. Harsh, cold, and merciless. That was, until he met you in a dream one night.

In his dreams, you were at peace. Picking flowers in what seems like the celestial realm. He looked around and noticed that his wings were white. And all six wings were fully attached to him. You saw him and you immediately smiled widely, then you ran to his arms. He was still shocked, processing whatever dream this was while holding onto you oh-so tightly. As if he’d lose you again.

“MC—How…Where are we..?” He tries his hardest to compose himself and speak coherently. You pulled away from the hug and giggles lightly, and suddenly, it’s as if he suddenly remembered what it felt like to love again. “We’re home, Lucy. So don’t keep acting like that, okay? It hurts me to see you like this.” You said with a frown, it broke him completely to see you again after some time, but it broke him even more to see the sadness in your face. He couldn’t contain the tears that fell out of his eyes as he pulled your body to his embrace and held onto you tighter.

“Please… don’t leave me again.. I can’t—” He spoke through his sobs as he completely breaks his resolve. It wasn’t like him to act like this. But he’s desperate. He’s desperate to get you back in his life and make everything alright. Like how it always was, as long as there’s you.

“I’m sorry, Lucy.” Were some of the last words you could let out before you broke into tears as well. You weakly put your hands on his shoulder and pushed him gently. “Look at me, Lucy.” You said, and he complied. His ruby red eyes, now a bit puffy and red, stared into your own. “I want you to try and find your own happiness, with whatever or whoever it is,” you say while guiding his hand and holding it. “because I’m sure I’d find my happiness along with you.” you continued as you began to fade into the light. He knew what was coming, and he didn’t try to stop it. He just looked at you with his sad, soulless, desperate eyes, with a glint of regret. You cupped his right cheek gently and smiled widely with tears in your eyes.

“I love you.” He saw you mouthed those three words right before he awoke from his slumber with cold sweat.

He chuckles in defeat, it’s true. Fate is one son of a bitch.

Said I'm fine and said I moved on.

I'm only here passing time in her arms.

Hoping I'll find,

A glimpse of us.

#lucifer angst #obey me angst #don’t hate me lol #<33 #anyways uh #i love yall #idk tbh this is shit but i enjoyed crying while writing this #anyways not proofread #we die like men #or women #or person #i hope yall enjoy tho /gen

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eabwriting2023 · 5 months

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What Do You Know? Day Twenty One

“What do you know?” The stern demanded voice breathes down my neck.

All around me are tiled walls. There are no windows so no way to know what time of day it really is. The room is small but empty at the same time. I feeling like I was trapped at the bottom of a swimming pool with no way out.

The police officer sits right in front of me. A black wooden table, nothing special separates us both. This officer sits alongside her colleague looking deep into my soul. I sit besides a man I have never met before and have no connection to whatever so ever, he’s only here because there needs to be a lawyer present.

Upon this normal table sits a very average looking tape recorder muttering everything we say.

The words “What do you know?” just keep vibrating inside my mind bouncing off me like a ball. It goes in one ear and out the other. Their words feel like they are saying them leisurely as if they have all the time in the world to speak. I guess, from the looks on their faces it is me that only has this problem.

“Am I making sense? You have to speak.” They say looking directly at me.

I turn to the man on my right who is beaming at me with a toothy grin gesturing me to speak up. The thing is, I can’t. My anxiety has gotten the best of me. My throat is closed up, I feel pale and drained like someone has sucked the life right out of me like a straw.

“What do I know…” I repeat myself looking at them both.

“Yes, that’s all we want to know.” The lady next to her says. She seems nicer when she says the same things rather than the officer sat next to her. This must be their bad cop, good cop routine…

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint you.” I finally master the courage to say although my voice sounds croaky. “I do not know what your talking about…”

After all, it was the truth. I literally had no idea why I was sat here in this cell of a room with a lawyer when I did nothing wrong. I knew they were judging my mentality. I sounded petrified as I kept on speaking.

“Let’s do a run down of the event shall we?” The Good officer smiled sorting out a pile of papers in front of her. “A group of clowns came galloping on horses across the street letting off fireworks as they raced off. You were seen in the middle of the road staring, you must have seen something!” This officer reeked of desperation and judging from her ever opening smile, nearly breaking her teeth in half she needed some kind of answer…

“The clowns are being questioned too?” I asked.

“Not that’s its your business, but we can’t find them, that is why we need you to catch them.” The bad officer snapped back nearly reaching forward. The officer beside her trying to push her back into her seat whispering something into her ear.

The lawyer turned to me.

“Don’t worry, just tell them everything you saw, okay? Nothing bad will happen to you, I give you my word.”

I nod firmly staring back at them both sat opposite.

“All I remember are the colours. The bright hues from the fireworks, the beautiful wild and wacky clown wigs…”

Just at that moment one of these clowns burst through the interview room dressed in multi coloured dungarees riding upon a unicorn…

A unicorn? It was meant to be a horse!

Why can’t there be unicorns in the police station?

Because! It’s not realistic!

Then why are there horses here at all if the police couldn’t find them?

Because!

This story telling game is stupid!

WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ANYWAY?!

#creative writing #writing #comedy #nanowrimo

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thatshithurted8 · 3 years

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jeff wittek imagine where the reader and jeff go on vacation together like to vegas or miami???

Holiday

Summary: Throughout your mini holiday in Miami with your boyfriend Jeff, he realizes just how special you and your relationship are.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff, mention of alcoholism and Jeff’s accident

A/N This is also inspired by KSI’s song Holiday!

I wanna wake up every mornin', feelin' better 'Cause I know you're sleeping by my side And every moment we're together I remember just to keep it all for you and I

Jeff’s brown eyes slowly open, being awoken by a crying baby that was a few rows behind you two. He lets out a yawn before looking over at you who were fast asleep on his shoulder.

Something that not a lot of people knew was that Jeff hated flying despite being a certified skydiver. Ever since he was younger he was never a fan of flying, only now he was a bit more comfortable with it due to his experience skydiving. Nevertheless his initial nerves after waking up quickly wash away just from being in your presence.

Wanting to capture this seemingly perfect moment, Jeff slowly grabs his phone out of his pocket without disturbing you and takes a quick picture. As he analyzes the picture his heart swells at how at peace and comfortable you looked sleeping on him and in one of his sweaters. The two of you were extremely tired from catching a red eye flight to Miami so no wonder why you both fell asleep.

Saving the picture Jeff puts his phone away and slowly opens the blind of your window seat. The rising sun shines into your row, the rays illuminating your face making your features and long lashes more prominent. The purpose of the trip to Miami was to watch the Logan Paul vs Floyd Mayweather fight. In fact you were ecstatic when Jeff told you he got you guys tickets to the event since you grew up watching boxing with your family and you were a huge fan of Mayweather. With that being said you had no idea how close the tickets Jeff got were to the ring.

Jeff’s breath hitches as he admires you. He was so in love with you and was so excited to see your reaction to being ringside. As Jeff softly moves some stray hairs out of your face he realizes everything he does is for the benefit for not only you, but your relationship as well. It was you two against the world.

I see that body in the sunlight Feelin' the heat and it feels right I wanna do this for the rest of my life

“I know you guys are dating and all, but you seriously need to stop staring before you sink the boat with your drool.” Mike Maijlak says walking over to Jeff’s side and handing him a La Croix.

Jeff booked your mini holiday to last a few days before and after the fight which gave you guys the opportunity to explore Miami and let lose. With that being said neither of you were going to turn down Mike’s invite to join him on a yacht to party. So there you were talking and dancing with some girls you knew from LA while sipping on a La Croix.

Jeff lets out a laugh while opening one of his favourite drinks. “I can’t help it man, just look at her.” He says taking a sip of the bubbly liquid while continuing to admire you from afar.

The Miami sun that shined onto your skin paired with your infectious laugh, seemingly gave you a golden glow that made you standout. Not only that, but the bikini that you were wearing flattered your body type so well.

After feeling as if someone was staring at you for the past few minutes you finally turn and look around the boat to find the owner of the eyes that were on you. Quickly your eyes find Jeff’s brown ones and you realize it was just Jeff staring at you the whole time, causing heat to wash over your body at his gaze.

You shoot him a smirk and wink in return before turning back around to continue your conversation. A smirk of his own falls upon Jeff’s face as you do so, along with a light shade of pink on his cheeks.

“You’re so whipped.” Mike laughs shaking his head, finally speaking up after watching the whole interaction.

“Well I wanna be whipped for her for the rest of my life then.” Jeff says without realizing how big of a statement that was while his eyes remained on your beautiful figure.

Oh, I know, I know, you know the vibe I wanna stay with you every night You and me underneath the lights I'm always good when you're by my side I know, you know you're on my mind You really make me come alive I wanna be here for the rest of my life

“Jeff look at my hands I’m literally shaking I can’t believe we’re this close!” You exclaim while glancing between your boyfriend and the boxing ring in front of you.

“Only the best for you doll.” He says sending you a wink while laughing. For the past hour and a half as you two watched the undercards you continued to gush about your seats making Jeff happy to see you happy.

Without wasting another second you roughly grab Jeff by his green shirt and pull him in for a passionate kiss. Just before the brunette could immerse himself into it fully you pull away. Some of your lipstick was smudged and Jeff knew without a doubt he had some on his lips, but he didn’t care. In that moment it truly seemed as if you two were the only ones there under the rings bright lights and in an arena full of screaming fans while you two stared into each others eyes lovingly.

Your attention on your boyfriend is torn away when the already loud arena becomes even louder as Mayweather starts to walk out. Quickly you start to cheer for your favourite boxer while jumping up and down and clapping excitedly. Jeff glances between you and the boxing legend before his gaze finally lands on you.

You look over at your boyfriend with a smile that was from ear to ear. “It’s Floyd fucking Mayweather!” You exclaim pointing over to the undefeated boxer entering the ring.

A smile washes over Jeff’s face as he laughs at your excitement. You truly resembled a child in a toy store. Seeing your excitement only made Jeff more excited, causing him to join in on cheering for Mayweather despite being friends with Logan.

There was no one else Jeff would rather be with to witness the fight and this thought only made him realize he wants to be by your side for the rest of his life.

Looking for sun rays, needin' them good days Fly me away-away, you're my holiday Cool like the ocean, lost in emotion Fly me away-away, you're my holiday Whenever you're here it's a good time Strawberry shirts in the sunshine Ice-cold drinks 'til the moonlight You're my holiday Whenever you're here it's a good time Strawberry shirts in the sunshine Ice-cold drinks 'til the moonlight You're my holiday

The next few days after the fight was a whirlwind, but in a good way. Despite having a good time underneath the Miami sun and it’s nightlife Jeff wouldn’t be having as good of a time if you weren’t there. You truly made the trip for him, making the sunny days that were good for his mental health even better and the dreary days full of life from your infectious positivity and smile.

You let out a loud laugh as you and Jeff wrap your arms around each others, mimicking a toast before brining your drink to your lips while your boyfriend did the same. At the same time you two sip at your virgin drinks while maintaining eye contact with each other in the close position. You gulp down the rest of your cold drink despite it being alcohol free before untangling your arm with Jeff’s and ordering another at the outside bar.

Over the past four years of knowing Jeff the two of you created a special connection that no one in your friend group had with each other. And that was being sober. Jeff turned to alcohol after his break up with his ex girlfriend while you on the other hand turned to it to deal with the death of your mom. To say you were there for each other was an understatement. When the temptation to drink was too much Jeff would call you up and the two of you would go on late night hikes and talk about everything and anything, and vice versa for you. There was always a mutual pining for one another, but neither of you acted on it due to how broken you both were at the time. However, as the years went by your feelings only intensified along with Jeff’s. Though it wasn’t until a few months after Jeff’s accident when he took a leap of faith and finally confessed his feelings to you after realizing how short life truly was.

Jeff places his glass on the bar as well, placing his hand on the small of your back while looking around the crowded club that was partly inside and partly outside. Once you get a refill of your drink you turn around sipping on the paper straw, your back leaning against the bar causing Jeff to redirect his attention back to you.

“You look beautiful.” He says looking down at you in his arms.

Heat washes over your face and Jeff’s smile widens at how flustered you still got after all this time together. He loved showering you in words of affirmation and he meant every thing he said to you. Although, you always look beautiful the way the moonlight reflected off of your skin made you look angelic. It was a great contrast to you earlier in the day at the beach wearing a strawberry printed bikini that made Jeff feel a certain way.

“Thank you baby you don’t look too bad yourself.” You say placing a soft peck on Jeff’s lips before pulling him towards the dance floor.

I wanna stay up 'til the mornin' with you talkin' Just to listen to the things you say And every time we're in the middle of the city I imagine us so far away

The two of you sat down in a booth with Mike Majilak and Logan Paul at a random Denny’s that was in between your hotel and the club you four were previously partying at. By now the jet lag and the numerous activities you and Jeff participated in was starting to catch up to you. However, that wasn’t apparent to anyone other than Jeff as you talked the boys ears off while eating.

“We’ll see you guys later! And once again Y/N text me when you’re free to film an episode of ImPaulsive.” Logan says as him and Mike get out of the booth, placing money on the table and getting ready to leave the restaurant.

“Of course!” You exclaim before picking up your lemonade and drinking what was left. Jeff bids his goodbyes to the two influencers and once they leave you quickly rest your head on his broad shoulder, letting out a loud sigh.

“You okay doll?” Jeff asks placing his hand on your thigh.

“Yea just tired.” You say kissing his neck and placing your hand on his cheek. Similar to Jeff you were able to pick up on the energy of situations and that affected how you acted. So once Mike and Logan left you felt as if you could finally wind down from their partying aura.

A comforting silence falls upon you two and your eyes slowly flutter close as the rising sun shines in through the Denny’s windows. As cliche as it sounded Jeff felt as if it was only you two in the quiet breakfast place. The brunette rests his head against yours and his eyes follows your lead by shutting close.

The two of you remain in this position for a few minutes, cherishing not only the first quiet moment of the trip, but also the little moments you two shared.

Ooh, ooh Ooh, you're my holiday

Scratching at his eyes and stretching Jeff slowly and quietly gets out of bed, the sun filtering in through the hotels curtains and onto your sleeping body. You looked so peaceful and he didn’t want to disturb that. Once you guys returned to your hotel room from a night out partying and a very early breakfast at Denny’s the two of you instantly fell asleep.

Jeff glances at the analogue clock on the bedside table which read 2:34pm before he slips on a pair of pants and a t-shirt. Making sure to not wake you Jeff grabs his phone, wallet and room key then quietly leaves your shared room. However, before he leaves he makes sure to place a gentle kiss on your forehead and whisper to you how much he loves you.

Throughout the trip he was constantly reminded of how much he loved you. You helped him through some of the darkest times in his life and after all this time of knowing and being together Jeff finally knew what he had to do.

Remembering a shop that was a few buildings away from your hotel, Jeff quickly walks over to it wanting to be back before you woke up. The Staten Island native hands become clammy as he approaches the store, his tough guy persona seemingly crashing down with every step he took.

The bell above the shops door dings as Jeff walks in causing a sales representative to walk over to him with a welcoming smile.

“Good afternoon how can I help you?” She asks. Jeff takes a look around the quaint shop and all of the glass casings before redirecting his attention back to the worker.

“Hi uh yea, I was wondering if you guys have any engagement rings?”

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gliphyartfan · 2 years

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@ice-cream-writes-stuff @screaming-until-god-hears-me @stars-for-thought @linked-heroes @imprisioned-in-the-hole

I finally finished this bit! Certain parts are...not to my standards but I kept blanking so I just pushed through to wrap everything up decently! But Mafia Aus need to continue!

I hope you enjoy this one folks!

@yandere-linked-universe you remember when I was mentioning this part of the au during our chats! Hopefully I did it justice!

"You should be HERE. Working."

"Look, I didn't leave cause I wanted to, unlike you, I have classes to attend on occasion."

"What?"

"Classes. School. The thing the old man insisted we do in order to keep the feds off us? Remember?"

"Ah, fuck." Legend snorted at that, understanding that feeling.

"I honestly can't wait for you idiots to graduate." Warriors grumbled.

"Mm, me too." Legend grabbed his keys and turned off his bike.

"How long until you're back?" He nods to a few acquaintances from his previous classes.

"Just have to sit through one class, not like I have much to do here:" He would have tested out of all classes sooner, but that always led to some type of unwanted attention.

"Thank the gods." Warriors was heard muttering, the sound of paper being shuffled around made its way into Legend's ear.

He sighed as he entered the classroom, already feeling that horrid sense of boredom all students have that came with the idea of sitting for an hour listening to a teacher to drone on and on.

"I'm in class, got to go. Talk later." Warriors grunted and the call ended.

He snorted softly and scanned the room as he picked up the orientation packet that was on the teacher's desk for the students, noting the small amount of people there despite being close to the starting hour.

Eyeing the seats, he took his place in the far back, set on just passing the class chatting with the others. He knew the teacher and already expected they likely wouldn't be in the mood of doing much today anyway.

He sat down, leaning forward on the desk, resting his jaw on his palm.

...

Ugh. He was already annoyed by this.

...

He boredly watched his classmates slowly trickling in, already pushing them out of his mind after taking note of their faces.

Finally, the teacher walked into the room, five minutes before class was scheduled to start, announcing ahead of time that they would be watching a video today.

Dull, he should have asked for his schedule ahead of time to avoid this.

...

(He had only turned away for a moment)

It seemed that everyone that would be arriving had settled into their seats. Yet as the teacher opened their mouth to speak, the door burst open, just as the bell rang to start class.

(The first voice didn't mean anything to him. Not bothering to open his eyes to categorize his new classmate.)

"We're sorry for being late!"

The teacher looked at the at the clock in response. "Well you came on time so I'll let it slide since it's the first day."

He hears a sigh of relief.

(The second voice...it froze him, locking his body in place.)

"Saved by the bell, literally in this case."

"I don't you we would make it!"

"Yes yes, go find a seat girls." A brief period between one moment and the next but it was all it took.

He forced himself to look up.

He needed to look up.

(Don'tBeALieDon'tBeALieDon'tBeALiePleaseDon'tBeALie-)

He was unprepared for the way he heart started racing. How the world around him slowly faded out, only leaving her in his vision.

She was beautiful.

He couldn't stop gazing at her smile, couldn't stop silently begging her to look at him as she walked down each row, so he could have the honor of her smile directed at him.

And her laughter.

When had it been since he last heard such carefree laughter?

(When had it slowly become strained, yet still so genuine? When was it when they had foolishly taken it away?)

It scared him greatly to think that she could vanish from his sight again.

He couldn't stop looking at her, his already racing heart nearly aching with intensity as she walked through the class and sat in the seat in front of him.

The room immediately darkened as the teacher turned off the lights. The projector being the only source of light in the room.

He could feel the air shift as she moved, the way her scent drift to his nose.

He could only swallow back the choked sob that wanted to escape his lips.

He could never forget her scent. Yet it was as if he was experiencing it all over again.

Where had she been? Where had she BEEN?

They searched for so LONG. Searched for so long, so desperately. but it didn't matter. Because she was here. He would be in this room with her for a whole hour.

That thought froze him, a touch of ice stabbing through his joy.

Only an hour, one hour so close to her presence. But not close enough.

There was so much they needed to prepare for now that she was found, they had to ready the house for her arrival. Perhaps if he asked the captain-

...

...?..?

(It was with that thought that he realized, in the dim light in the darken room, his hand was stretched out, reaching right for her.)

...

...He couldn't do it.

(His hand wavered in it's place in the air.)

He couldn't subject her to that treatment, to the same cruelty that they subjected her with time and time again.

(He began to lower his hand.)

He wanted to experience the warmth of his hand held in hers. To have her smiles directed at him with warmth and care.

To have her close to his side, to never know another day without her kindness.

...But not like this...

He couldn't...

He couldn't hurt her like that again.

Never again.

(...He placed his trembling hand back on the his desk.)

His whole body trembled as a result of the action.

He tried to calm himself down but taking a deep breath.

It helped greatly.

Her scent was as he remembered. So delicate, but so very distinct.

It was comforting.

So very comforting that he didn't fight the gentle lull of sleep as it blanketed him, causing him to rest his head in his arms. Her scent wrapping around his senses and making him feel utterly safe.

...He missed it dearly...

Nothing could have hid the trembling shoulders as he silently sobbed in blissful relief.

He was so close to her. Could faintly hear her breathing and almost feel her warmth, it was blissfully intoxicating. To think, he had been upset that the first class of the school day had been an hour long.

But now, resting his head, taking in his beloved's scent, hearing her breathing.

He was upset it was only an hour.

He drifts off to sleep, so relaxed. So safe.

---

"...Hey...wake up."

When he awoke, he was groggy. (When was the last time he slept so deeply?) He groaned softly and slowly began to move, his back popping as he straightened up. He took in his surroundings. Noticing it was still dark, but light pouring from the doorway allowed him to remember where he was.

Oh right. Class.

He stretched, slowly allowing his memories to return, the haze of sleep making things sluggish.

He didn't understand how (y/n) dealt with this her whole life, he could barely have the few classes he had now.

That thought was enough to allow the memories to trickle back in—coming to class, and the sudden appearance of Her. Legend sucked in a breath and he quickly began scanning the room.

The seat in front of him was empty

Where was she?

Where was she?!??

He could feel himself begin to panic

How could he have relaxed so easily?!

Now that she was no longer in his sight, a sense of urgency and panic washed through him.

He had to find her. It couldn't have been a dream. He really saw her!! she had been there! How could he let his guard down so easily?!? He had enemies here! Could they have found her? He would have them killed.

So engrossed in his frenzied spiraling thoughts, that he didn't notice the shadow casted over him until a hand was waving in his face.

He flinched back as he was brought out of his thoughts. A brief sense of annoyance and anger passing thought at the thought of a stranger getting so close.

"Don't wanna be late for the next class buddy!"

He huffed and faced the individual who woke him up. Ready to close the conversation and immediately begin his search.

"Yes yes, thank you for waking me..." his voice died off, he felt his face go slack. His heart returning to that rapid pace as a face came into view, more familiar to him than his own.

"You must have been pretty tired, you slept through the whole class!" He never wanted to stop hearing her beautiful voice, how light and kind it was.

"Well...it's been a rough time." He rasped softly, flinching at his own voice.

"Oh?"

It was at that moment, the teacher decided to turn on the classroom lights.

"...Hey...you sure you're okay?" He blinked at her, bring his hand up and touching his face, drawing his hand back and seeing moisture on it.

...When did he start crying?

"You okay?" She looked like she wanted to wipe away his tear herself.

Oh...his beloved darling, gentle even to a supposed stranger.

"...y-yes..." his voice cracks again as he rubs his cheeks, hoping to save himself from further embarrassment.

"Hey.." she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, his focus immediately zoning in on the physical contact and he repressed a shiver, her touch so delicate but oh so warm. It was scorching.

"Hey, it's alright. Everything's alright."

...

He wanted to hold her so much.

To do nothing more than cry within her arms, to let go. To apologize and repent over and over.

Because her words eased his soul more than she could possibly comprehend.

Because she was right.

She was right.

She was absolutely right.

Everything was alright now.

Because she was HERE. She was here, safe. With him. And soon, with all of them.

Their constant night terrors, their doubts, those horrid fears, they were all meaningless now.

There was no more fears of 'if' they would find her.

Of waking up one day and realizing her warmth was a cruel cruel dream.

Because she was here. She was right. here.

It made him want to grin so badly, but he repressed it. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

Every year he waited for her was now worth every second.

This moment was everything he could hope for, and that's what made it so much more agonizing when a voice grabbed their attention, breaking it.

"(y/n)! We're gonna be late!" His darling turned to the voice and smile.

"I'll be right there!" She looked back at him.

"Um," she starts awkwardly, "So...I know it won't seem much coming from a stranger, but everyone has hard days. So stay strong, okay?"

He nodded.

She smiles brightly at him. "You can do it!"

He wants to give into his urges right then and there, but he refused to, not again.

"Thank you." He says genuinely, love hidden behind his gratitude.

Her smile relaxes from it's anxious state, but stays as beautiful as always. With a small wave, she walks over to her acquaintance.

And he felt the absence of her presence almost instantly.

He watched her quietly as she walked up to her friend, muttering something that made the both of them laugh.

It was a spur of the moment decision, but almost without a thought, he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo as she turned to the door, able to catch her full image in the shot.

His heart sank as she slipped out of the room. Already feeling the anxious fear of her being out of his sight. The urge to scream and beg for her to return so intense that he almost didn't know what to do.

He merely took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Gathering his things, his thoughts drifted to the events that had taken place today.

He walked into the room expecting something dull, expecting things to be predictably boring.

And now he was walking out of the classroom with more joy and shiver inducing giddiness that he doubted anyone but the others could understand.

...The others...

He stared down at his phone blankly, gripping it tightly.

He should tell the others immediately. This wasn't something that could be hidden. If things had been different and someone else found her first, he would want to know to.

He should tell them....

...Then again...

He tapped out a single line, sending it with a large smirk.

'Meeting tonight.'

He slipped his phone back into his pocket and felt like whistling as he walked out of the school building, already counting the hours until they all gathered together.

He will most definitely tell them. But not just yet.

It was only a few hours, what's the harm? Let him enjoy this wonderful occasion by himself, he most certainly won't be able to after today,

He deserves it after all.

He was the lucky bastard that found her first.

----

(That's all she wrote~!)

#linked universe #lu legend #yandere linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #loz #mafia au #yandere linked universe x reader

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vritest · 2 years

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pictures

Andrew!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Fluff because I write too much angst 🥲

After all these years of being peters best friend, there was little things you noticed about him that you thought nobody else noticed. You didn’t know how you catched these things about him, perhaps it was because you were in love other him. One of the things that you always seemed to notice about him was his camera. Everywhere you would go there Peter was with his camera strap around his neck. You knew he loved taking pictures of literally everything that surrounded the both of you. That’s one of the things that made you fall in love with him, the fact that he never waisted a second without cherishing it. You didn’t know though, that 90% of his pictures in his camera were you and only you because he felt the exact same way as you did. Today being the college student you were, it was just peter and you. At your apartment doing another study session, or as you would call it “distraction at its finest” because it was really you two talking for 3 hours straight, but if you were being honest, you didn’t mind this “distraction”. Closing your chemistry book you sighed and looked over at him, he seemed busy with whatever he was doing on his computer. Then you saw none other than his camera right beside his lap. You smirked and thought it would be a good idea to snatch his camera without him noticing. You’ve tried this over a million times and always seemed to fail every single time as well because you simply weren’t fast enough, but hopefully this time he won’t notice. You sat up from your slouchy position on your bed and started stretching your hand to peters camera but quickly a hand grabbed your wrist. You groaned “No” he simply said. You rolled your eyes sarcastically “C’mon Peter, it’s not like you’re hiding something” you whined, he let go of your wrist and grabbed his computer to put it in the side of his lap. His hands reached up to his face to rub his eyes, “I’m not, they’re just- they’re not edited. Yeah, hah, not edited” he said in a unconvincing tone. You chuckled at his very obvious, fake excuse. You’ve known this boy ever since freshman year of highschool, so it’s easy to read through him. “Yeah, sure” you said slurring the “e”. He rolled his eyes as well “Well they’re kinda shitty so-“ “You know damn well they aren’t” you responded defending your statement, he just looked you, you looked back and the both of you laughed.

The rest of the night was filled with laughs, smiledd and fake arguments you guys loved to do for some reason. Loosing track of time, Peter looked down at his watch that you had given him for his 16th birthday (that he never stopped wearing ever since) and as he looked at the time his eyes windened as he remembered he was supposed to be patrolling but he was just so lost listening to you that he didn’t even notice at all. You looked at him tilting your head slightly as the sudden reaction from the brown eyed boy, “What’s wrong?” You asked worriedly, “Um- I have to go like right now” he said quickly as he stood up out of your bed and started packing up his piles of papers and books he had taken out, to his backpack. It was so late that you were sleepy and you didn’t even really think of asking him why he was leaving. You knew the drill, he would always go out, by your window so you went towards it opening it up as all the cold fall breeze hit your face. Peter walked towards your window and climbed out, as he started walking out you called for him “Tomorrow, same time?” You asked hopeful he would be able to come, he smiled softly “I’ll be there” he said. You both said your goodbyes and as you closed your window you let out a little yawn and stretched your arms a bit. As you walked over to your bed to get ready to go to sleep you layed down on your white bedsheets but felt something hard that you had hit your feet with. “Owww what the fu-“ you got cut off when you noticed it was peters camera.

The rest of your night was spend looking through every single picture Peter had. You noticed that more that half- no, all of his pictures were of you. You smiled at every photo because each one remembered you of something, for example, the picture he took of you when you two went together walking around the city in the night time when lights were lit up everywhere, or when you had smiled when you two went to the library and you had finally found the book you had been looking for months and even the time where you spilled hot chocolate on your shirt during a Christmas party. You were so mad Peter had never showed you them, so today when he came over you hoped to talk to him about the pictures, that you could look at for the rest of your life.

Before you knew it, it was already 8:00 pm and Peter was supposed to be here. You waited a few more minutes knowing he would be late like he always was, he knocked your window with a special knock that helped you know it was Peter. Getting up from your desk, you walked over to the window of your small apartment bedroom and opened it. Greeting both of eachother Peter hoped inside scanning your poster covered bedroom but his eyes quickly landed on your desk where you had put his camera. He didn’t hesitate to walk quickly to your desk, your glance following him as he did so. “You didn’t?- right?” Peter said grabbing his camera looking directly at you in the eyes, you smiled at his sudden nervous tone in his voice “Yes, yes I did” you said confidently as Peter was still holding his camera on his hands “you’re not mad right because if you are-“ “Oh, trust me I am” you said cutting him off and making contact at the now extremely anxious Peter that didn’t know how to respond because he thought you were actually being serious. “I hate you because of the fact you never showed me those pictures before, you know how long I spent just smiling like an idiot while going through every single picture?” You said, Peter looked shocked at your response and chuckled at the thought of you smiling for hours as he put down his camera on to your old wooden desk. “Don’t ever scare me like that again or I will literally-“ he was cut off by the sudden lips that hit his. He wasn’t even paying attention to anything except to the movement of both your lips. It was the most beautiful feeling he’s ever felt before and he could just not get enough. Peter knew that the both of you would pull apart at some point so when you did he wasn’t suprised. You layed your forehead on top of his for a few second both of you catching eachothers breaths. “Next time, be more careful where you leave your stuff, Parker” you said, he laughed slightly “I promise, I will”

Note: pls send me request for new ideas for imagines and stuff like that because I think I might be doing toms Spider-Man next time… not sure thoooo . Hope you enjoyed!

#andrew garfield spiderman x reader #andrew garfield x reader #spiderman x reader #marvel spiderman #spiderman #andrew garfield spiderman #spider man fluff

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burnedbyshoto · 3 years

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for want of a bento box

– It’s plain and simple, you see, someone is stealing your bento boxes and you will find your lunch thief! Or, in which Todoroki Shouto keeps taking your bento box and you declare war.

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pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: fluff, cursing, shouto is a bad chef, I believe I made reader pretty gender neutral but I whipped this out in two hours and I can no longer remember if I used any fem!pronouns but im pretty sure I didn’t

word count: 3,060

a/n: this is for the wonder coworker bnharem collab! I had intended on writing a completely different theme and storyline but was very overwhelmed by how much time it actually needed to be written compared to the amount of time I actually had. that version will be out another time! but for now, enjoy some pure flufffffff!!!!

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Having a normal, functioning, well-paying job was probably the most desirable thing to you. It wasn’t to say that you were slacking or that you were homeless, broke, and never to be seen again because you were that in debt. But it was nice having a job!

When you entered the prestigious Toshinori Company, you joined not as an entry-level job employee but as a senior representative. You thought it was crazy.

It had to be crazy.

You had no prior experience, and now you were going to be in charge and the lead in certain areas?!

“And that was the entire layout of the office!” Mina chirped happily, throwing herself onto the desk chair across from yours with a big smile. “Any questions?”

“I don’t think so,” you mutter, brows creased as you look around the room again.

The office space was ample, sleek, open. Each desk has its own grand computer that you currently could not afford with your own money, comfortable chairs, and beautiful wood desks. It was elegant, far superiorly fancy, and yet, you didn’t feel out of place. Strange.

“Oh!” you say with a roll of your eyes as you reach below your desk to bring up your packed lunch. “Where was the break room again? I need to refrigerate my food!”

“Omg, of course, come this way!” Mina grins, standing up and motioning you to follow her. You smile gratefully and do.

The entire way to the office, Mina takes the time to point at the many different people on the floor and give them names. Everyone so far had sort of acknowledged you earlier as Mina was giving you the official tour. Some were much more open and friendly, and some had sneers or blank stares that left you dumbstruck.

Definitely a personable group.

“Hm, well, I guess Todoroki-kun isn’t here today?” Mina mutters as you enter the break room that has couches and comfortable-looking chairs. “Such a shame! You would have loved to see the office hottie!”

You snort at that, lips curled into a granulous smile as you place your plastic container with food into the fridge. “I’m sure I’ll live,” you brush off the fact that there was an absent person on your floor today.

“That’s the thing, though,” Mina points a finger at you, a lone eyebrow raised and a confident smirk on her face. “You won’t be thinking that again the moment you see him!”

You laugh, eyes crinkling as Mina joins your laughter. Eventually, she motions for the both of you to leave, and you nod in understanding. And with a weird sense of comfort and belonging, you realized that this job was going to be good.

Eventually, you had been working at Toshinori Company for two months.

Sixty-two days to be precise, and in all that time, you had only met Todoroki Shouto once. Even then, you had only seen the man walking through the office with a blank face, fingers in his pockets as two other men were walking in front of him, bickering lightly.

Had Mina not quite literally thrown herself across the table and gripped the collar of your shirt and twisted your head to look at him, you would have never caught a glimpse at the man with red and white hair. The three of them walked into the break room and came back out with their own lunches before leaving.

And that was it.

You had learned that the three of them (Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, and Bakugou Katsuki) were within your department but worked very closely with the very high up members within the company. Many rumors pointed at one of the three taking over the company when the current CEO stepped down. They were, however, on the roster for your floor; they just never appeared except to pick up their lunches. Something they seemed to come to grab whenever you were a) way too fucking busy or b) not in the room.

You weren’t too bothered, though.

It wasn’t like you were trying to date one of them! You had only wanted to say hi.

Now, at ninety days, you had your first and probably most crucial evaluation.

Toshinori Yagi, the man who founded and currently ran this company, sat before you, looking at papers within a folder with tired but kind blue eyes. He nodded, impressed (hopefully), making small comments about the work you had been able to accomplish, a smile becoming a warming grin as he looked up.

“I’m impressed by the performance you’ve managed to attend to despite the short while you’ve been here, y/l/n-shojo,” Toshinori spoke, his fingers threading together and placing them onto the table. “I knew it was an excellent decision to put you in that position, and you exceeded my entire expectation!”

You flushed at that, lips twitching as you attempted to suppress that smile of yours.

“Thank you, Toshinori-san,” you practically wheeze as he waves off your thanks.

“No need to thank me, you’ve done all this work!” he laughs, tired eyes closing with a glorious supply of crow's feet blooming at the corner of his eyes. “Typically, at these evaluations, I ask a bunch of questions because there isn’t too much anyone can do in their first ninety days, I must admit.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm, but because I am curious, is there anything that has been happening as of late that you feel needs to be addressed with me?”

You felt yourself stiffen but knew your one and only complaint was not something to bring up in this setting.

“No, nothing,” you shrug, and Toshinori beams.

“I’m glad!”

Now, the problem.

The big, fat, stinky, hooligan, wanting to throttle someone problem.

For the past sixty of your ninety days, someone has been stealing your lunch.

Yes, you heard that correctly; someone was stealing your damn lunch! Every morning you woke up and prepared a delicious bento box for yourself. Some days you went as far as cutting shapes into your fruits and veggies just to make yourself grin. You weren’t the best chef in the world, but your bento boxes were pretty enough to make up for it, in your opinion. But the thing is, every day when you went into the communal fridge, you noticed two things.

One, your bento box was no longer in the same place, and two, the bento box was not yours at all.

The food was disastrously organized. Rice and lettuce spilling out in every partition in the box. The fruit and veggies often packed in this box had multiple cuts in them, implying that whoever did this was less than ideal with a knife. The meat was often oversalted, the sushi never sitting together, and everything was just… not it.

The first time you had sighed and eaten it, grumbling about how your precious lunch was stolen. But you had quickly figured out that it was inedible, and Mina, Uraraka, and Yaoyorozu thank god, offered to share their meals.

Seeing that you were distressed about how someone stole your egg and octopus sausages one day, Mina declared that they would watch the break room for whoever was stealing your light blue bento box. The first day you staked out, you had done it with Mina. But ten minutes into waiting around, you needed to pee. So you stood up and left in a hurry, leaving Mina alone.

But when you returned, Mina was gone, instead standing by Kirishima’s desk with a bright grin and a stance that screamed that she heard something she liked (gossip, possible in-office romance, a love confession?). Her jaw dropped as she noticed you and Kirishima had turned and waved in your direction as you raced into the break room to open the fridge, and sure enough, your bento was gone.

The next time, you staked out with Uraraka. Your arms were folded, your bladder cleared, and your lips twisted into a pout as you glared and stared down every single member who entered the room. Uraraka whispered to you her guesses about just who might be the thief, every other person rating an 8/10 likelihood of stealing your lunch.

But as the both of you sat there, your eyes narrowed at each passerby, no one came to collect your bento today.

“Deku-kun, no packed lunch today?” Uraraka asked as the green, curly-haired man you had only met once previously raced into the break room, grabbing the extra chopsticks meticulously hidden in the third bottom draw.

“Ah, Uraraka-san, y/l/n-san! Uh, no,” Midoriya greeted you both, who apparently responds to the nickname Deku, laughs off as he grabs a handful of napkins. “Todoroki-kun left all our lunches in his car by accident, and well… they spoiled… Kacchan’s pissed, so I ran off to get lunch for us today!”

Uraraka laughed, shaking her head, “Leave it to Todoroki-kun to act that way.”

Midoriya laughed, bright and clearly in agreement, “You should have seen his face when Kacchan asked for his lunch! I swear–”

“HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO GRAB FUCKING CHOPSTICKS, SHIT-KU! I’M FUCKING STARVING!” a voice roared from nowhere near the entrance of the break room. You did, however, jump a bit, eyes turning toward the break room entrance to see the blond man (Bakugou? Kacchan? You had no idea which was correct) near the entrance of the floor.

“It’s only been a minute, Kacchan, relax!” Midoriya laughs, completely unaffected by the startling shout as he waves goodbye to both you and Uraraka before leaving, joining Bakugou as the both of them seem to talk comfortably… well, maybe more like bickering.

“Why are they–”

“Childhood friends, apparently,” Uraraka sighed, but the smile on her face betrays her exasperation.

No one stole your bento that day.

Yaoyorozu took up the third stake out, the two of you idly chatting about tea. You honestly had no idea what to talk about with Yaomomo; she was often just so elegant and mature despite being your age. When you learned that her family was in charge of the Yaoyorozu Corp, it had been strangely easy to accept that.

It made sense.

So as the two of you stood at the kitchen sink, boiling water for tea Yaomomo swore would be the best matchup for your packed nigiri, the both of you missed the man who walked into the room, opened the fridge, and took your lunch.

“I… I am so sorry,” Yaomomo apologized, head bowed dangerously low as the both of you looked at the sloppily cut salmon in your not actual bento. “Please eat my food in reparation.”

“No, it’s okay,” you sigh, chewing on the somehow still warm salmon. “I deserved this loss.”

Luck was just on this man's side, it seemed. No matter what you did, you could never catch the man in action, and you were ready to give up.

But this was the last attempt you said to yourself as you returned to your office floor, the evaluation done, and the rest of your life coming to light. You could do this. No! You WOULD do this!

“Why don’t you just put your name on your bento box?” Bakugou asked, a lone eyebrow raised in what you could only assume was judgment and pity. The explosive man was standing in the doorway of the breakroom, watching as you and Mina were trying to climb up the counters of the breakroom to grab the camera you had previously planted. “Obviously, it doesn’t have your name on it.”

“Um,” you squeak, having been obviously caught by someone who intimidated you just the slightest bit. “That’s a good idea, thank you, Bakugou-san.”

“Tch, whatever, just clean up the damn counters, fucking nasty standing up on there. Some people prepare their food there.”

“We would never forget to do that!” you argue, desperate to not leave a bad impression on this man.

“I don’t know much about you, but I know raccoon eyes over there would.”

“MY NAME IS MINA!”

“Like I care.”

He left without so much as a wave but did seem to nod with his departure. You sighed as you hopped off the counter, Mina grabbing the cleaning supplies as she cursed out the long-gone man under her breath.

But you were looking at the fridge with your missing bento box.

“I can’t believe I never put my name on it.”

“It’s okay! Not even Yaomomo thought of it, so I say we are still smart!”

It was the next day, you were at your desk, anxious as hell as you did your work, trying not to focus on the fact that it was lunchtime and you were actively avoiding the break room. You wondered if they wouldn’t come and collect it today. If somehow they were an asshole and wouldn’t care if your name was on it! What would happen then? What if it was someone like Bakugou who was taking your lunch? What then? You were sure you would cave in slight fear and major intimidation if he said that your lunch was his now.

“Want a cutie while we wait, cutie?” Mina asked, waving the small tangerine in her fingers as she grins.

“Please,” you say in gratitude for the food because you were starving. “Thank you.”

Eventually, you lost track of what was happening, becoming all too invested in the conversation that Mina was telling you about that involved Kaminari, Kirishima, Bakugou, Midoriya, twenty-seven Red Bulls, fifteen Monsters, and five shots of sake. It seemed that the former two were quite big instigators when they wanted to be, and the latter two were unable to back away from challenges, especially when the other was involved.

“Y/l/n?” an unfamiliar voice called from behind you, and you turned partially in your chair as you looked behind you.

Standing behind you was a tall man with red and white hair, and from this distance, you noticed immediately that his eyes were a deep grey and brilliant blue.

Todoroki Shouto.

“T-Todoroki-san!” you greet him back, voice unable to keep from trembling as your nerves shot up. What was going on? You two had never interacted before! He was always gone, never present, and whenever he was in the office, it seemed that you weren’t there.

He cleared his throat and raised up two identical bento boxes.

“It seems… I have apparently been stealing your bento boxes,” he concludes, pressing the blue bento box with your name written on it into your hands.

Your jaw drops as your fingers curve around the cool plastic, eyes blinking up a storm as you try to abstain from laughing high pitched and ugly like.

“It was you?!”

A pink color blooms onto his cheeks as he averts his eye contact with you and nods slowly, “I am so sorry.”

“I just… how?!” you exclaim, exasperated, this man obviously being a bit dense if he had no idea he was taking your bento box!

“I prepare my bento boxes the night before, and I don’t really remember what I put into them….” Todoroki explains slowly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, his tongue clicking the roof of his tongue. “I just thought that my cooking was improving and that I was somehow doing an amazing job.”

The grin that overcomes your face is one of subtle, strange fondness and soft warmth. “I can tell you that you probably haven’t improved much,” you tease, opening your bento box to see your prepared meal for the day.

Cucumber salad, bulgogi beef, rice, and some fruit.

It was packed exactly how you remembered.

“I can’t believe I finally get to eat a meal I prepared,” you continue to tease, your eyes moving up to meet Todoroki, who was also looking at your bento previously. “Thank you for returning my meals and apologizing.”

“It was nothing,” Todoroki waved off with a single hand before opening up his own disastrously assembled bento box. It looked worse than usual today. Everything was just thrown in, it seemed. You saw egg and rice, but everything else in there was indescribable. He smiles at you before sighing at his bento. “This looks more like my stuff.”

You laugh, shaking your head, “You want to share my bento box? I’m sure you probably don’t want to return to that.”

“No, it’s okay,” Todoroki gently declined, although he looked at your bento with great want. He cleared his throat, gaze moving to lock on yours, and you swore his cheeks were still pink but no longer from embarrassment. “I just wanted to come and apologize for stealing your lunch for so long and to thank you for the meals; they were all delicious. Especially the soba you had made.”

“It’s all good; it’s in the past now,” you say gently, somehow finding yourself falling for a man you’ve barely just begun to talk with. The both of you stare at each other, and your skin feels warm. You chuckle, gaze averting for a moment before returning as you tease him. “Although, if you steal from me again, I’m not so sure if I’ll be so lenient.”

“It won’t happen again, promise,” Todoroki smiles, and you feel your spine melt. “But I would love to make it up to you somehow. I can make you dinner one night or something?”

You laugh, head shaking, “No, absolutely not; I don’t trust your cooking skills just yet. But you can definitely take me out to dinner.”

“Yeah, I can definitely do that,” Todoroki agrees, and the both of you fall silent as the shy stares continue. “Does, um… is Friday at seven okay with you?”

“That works,” you say, and Todoroki smiles.

“Good, I’ll uh, see you then?”

“See you,” you agree with a sweet smile before turning around, your fingers raised in a small wave.

You turn to see Mina, Uraraka, and Yaomomo staring at you, eyes comically wide and so very intrigued.

“Oh… my… GOD!” Mina shrieked as Todoroki walks away, and you shriek as she jumps across the table and shakes you, screaming about office romances and meet-cutes being entirely too underrated. “PROMISE ME I’LL BE INVITED TO THE WEDDING!!!!”

“MINA!”

It would take about three years of dating, several months of teaching Shouto how to cook, which resulted in a few bellyaches. Still, eventually yes, Mina would be invited to your wedding.

#todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #mha

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years

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Day 63: Hair

After the war, after his eighth year at Hogwarts, after training to be an Auror, after quitting that soul-sucking job, and after accepting the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, Harry started to let his hair grow out. It wasn’t intentional at first, not really, he was just unbelievably busy teaching. But after a few months, his hair, which had always had a mind of its own, had grown long enough that the wavy-curls brushed his jaw.

He'd looked at himself in the mirror one morning and heard his Aunt Petunia's voice in his head, scolding him and telling him that only girls had long hair. He told that voice in his head to fuck right off and kept growing his hair out.

Not that it mattered what anyone else thought, but nearly everyone had said that his hair suited him. The exception, as it so often seemed to be, was Draco Malfoy. It wasn't as that the Potion's Professor had said outright that he didn't like Harry's hair, but his eyes were always slightly narrowed as though his hair was doing something offensive just by existing. Harry couldn’t understand it.

It all came to a head one afternoon, Harry was in the staff room grading papers and generally minding his own business, when Malfoy marched in and plopped down a pile of his own parchments on the table to mark, “Do you mind if I work here, too?” he asked.

"Not at all," Harry said, gesturing to the place Malfoy had already decided to occupy. He looked down and marked his place on the paper he was struggling through before looking up at Draco and pushing his hair out of his face.

Draco rolled his eyes and gave his head a little shake.

“What?” Harry asked.

“Nothing,” he replied, very clearly looking at Harry’s wild curls.

He sighed, “Out with it.” It had been a very long day, in Harry’s defense, and he just couldn't take another minute more.

“It’s nothing,” Draco insisted, even as his eyes flicked over to where Harry’s fingers were toying with the ends of a strand of hair.

“What have you got against my hair, Malfoy?”

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“Oh, it’s back to Malfoy is it?” he asked, voice light and teasing. “I haven’t got anything against your hair,” he repeated.

“Come on," Harry urged, "You think because your hair is cut short and is always a perfect quiff that it’s better than mine?” Harry asked, and he knew it was childish but he couldn’t stand Draco thinking mean things about his hair for one more instant. “Do you think I look like a girl?”

“What?” Draco asked, sounding startled. “Of course I don’t think you look like a girl. What are you even saying? My father always had long hair, if you remember,” Harry flushed, knowing that was indeed the case. “And while my hair does, as you said, always look perfect,” he added with a smirk, “Your hair is very nice as well. Very healthy, the curls suit you.”

Harry felt his neck grow warm at the compliment, “Then why are you always glaring at it?”

“Because you’re always fussing with it. When you’re anxious or grading papers, it seems like it’s in your way and there are a million things you could do with it so it wouldn’t hassle you so.”

“Like what, cut it?”

“No, don’t be an idiot,” Draco said, rolling his eyes.

“Then what?” Harry muttered, petulantly pushing his hair out of his face once more.

“Like a plait, or a bun, a twist, a half bun even. There are also a myriad of products that could help you.”

Harry chewed on his lip, shoving his curls back behind his ear and thinking about what the other man was suggesting.

“For Merlin’s sake,” Draco muttered. "Here," he snapped, standing up and moving around the table near Harry.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

Draco's fingers slipped into his hair, "Trust me."

I do. Harry thought as Draco's fingers started weaving through his hair. It felt surprisingly nice, actually, and Harry found his eyes drifting shut.

"There," Draco said and Harry opened his eyes to see that he'd conjured a mirror and was holding it up for Harry to look into. He'd braided part of his hair back, clasping the hair that was always in his face and pulling it back into a barrette while the rest remained down around his shoulders.

"Thanks," Harry said.

"No problem," Draco replied carelessly as he sat back down to grade papers.

Harry went back to marking his own and they graded in silence for quite a while until Harry spoke up, "This is actually pretty nice."

"Hmm?" Draco hummed, scratching out something a student had written and writing a note in the margins.

"Having my hair back," Harry replied.

Draco looked up at him, giving him a little smile, "You have perfect hair for braids and buns, lots of volume."

"This would be good for teaching," Harry mused, "Especially on days like tomorrow when I have my older students practicing dueling."

"I could stop by in the morning before breakfast," Draco offered, "put it in a braid or something?"

"I wouldn't want to impose-"

"It's no imposition," Draco interrupted. "Honestly, I'll be glad not to watch you fiddling with it all day."

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And so began their tradition of Draco stopping by Harry's rooms before breakfast. Harry made coffee for both of them and they enjoyed the quiet together while Draco did something with Harry's hair.

How he would do Harry's hair each morning was always a mystery but every day when he showed him the finished result, something warm and pleased unfurled in Harry's chest.

After about a month of this Draco asked him one morning, "What's your hair care routine like?"

Harry shrugged, eye's closed as Draco's fingers worked through his curls, "shower, shampoo, conditioner," he replied. "Every other day usually."

"That's it?" he asked.

"What else is there?" Harry replied, too relaxed by the way Draco's fingers were moving through his hair to get worked up by his indignant tone.

"Potter, do you know what I did while you were training to be an Auror and all that nonsense?”

“Err? Your potions proficiencies?” Harry ventured.

“Well, yes, obviously,” he said as he tucked some hair up into what Harry suspected was becoming an elaborate bun at the base of his neck. “But I also developed potions for a beauty company. Especially potions for healthy hair.” Harry felt a hair pin sliding into place, “when Minerva offered me this position I almost didn’t take it. I had several offers from businesses who wanted to fund my research and allow me to build a brand for them.”

"Really?" Harry asked. "I didn't know that."

"Yes," he replied, "And you are literally killing me. We're going to start doing weekly conditioning masks for your curls. Spa night," he demanded. "Every Saturday."

"Alright," Harry agreed.

"I'll bring the hair care and skin care supplements."

Harry hummed, "Alright. What should I bring?"

"Dinner."

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So they did. Spa nights on Saturdays and Draco every morning to do something different with his hair, and he loved every moment of it.

Harry had never been a morning person but for the first time in his life he found himself looking forward to being awake and out of bed each morning. He was happy and his hair seemed to be, too.

It seemed impossible, but Harry's hair had grown and grown and grown in the past five months since Draco had started all of this. His wavy curls reached halfway down his back by this point and Draco never seemed to tire of coming up with new ways to do his hair.

One warm Sunday afternoon in May, Harry invited Draco for a picnic and Draco had given him a pleased smile and said yes.

They found a quiet spot on a hill and ate lunch while they chatted and laughed as they watched students goofing around and generally just having fun.

"Merlin," Draco laughed as a group of second years rolled down the hill, sending up puffs of dandelions in the wind, "Were we ever that young."

"Honestly?" Harry asked, glancing over and tossing the curls that Draco had left loose over his shoulder, "I don't think so."

Draco frowned at him, "Even before you knew about Voldemort?" he asked.

Harry laughed and looked at the kids who were skipping rocks over the lake, "Especially then."

Draco moved to kneel behind him, taking down the part of Harry's hair that he'd put up earlier that morning, "Tell me about it?" he asked softly.

He hummed, "Not much to tell, really," he replied.

Draco's fingers started at the hair just above his right temple, "Tell me anyway?"

"Well this," he sighed as Draco started braiding, "Would never have been allowed. Long hair was for girls."

"Pfft," Draco huffed.

Harry smiled, "they," he swallowed, the words still somehow causing him bitter grief, "they didn't want me."

"What?"

"Just," he shrugged, "They had their own child and I was just a burden dumped on them. I wasn't allowed to be a child, I was there to do chores and not get in the way. Everything about me was wrong from my skin color, to my hair, to my eyesight, to my accidental magic."

"That's horrible."

"Yeah," he agreed, "But it was a long time ago. And I turned out alright."

"You did," Draco affirmed and Harry saw him pluck a flower from the grass beside them.

"Were you allowed to be a kid?" Harry asked.

"Sort of." Harry saw flowers zip past him and into Draco's outstretched hand. "There were things that were befitting of Malfoys and things that weren't. Anything that was appropriate for an heir of a noble pureblood house was fair game."

"Draco?"

"Mmhmm?" he hummed.

"It's been nice defying my childhood with you."

When Draco spoke he could hear the smile in his voice, "Likewise, Harry." He tied off the elaborate seven-strand braid he'd been working on and put it over Harry's shoulder to show him to flowers he'd woven in.

"Beautiful," Harry murmured, brushing his fingers over the array of flowers.

"Yes, you are," he replied.

Harry's gaze snapped up to find Draco watching him closely. "There's another way that I'd very much like to defy my upbringing with you," he ventured, clinging to every shred of Griffyndor bravery he'd ever possessed.

"Oh?" Draco asked with a little smile.

He nodded and reached out to cup Draco's cheek in his palm, "Can I kiss you?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Draco replied, leaning in and pressing his lips to Harry's as he buried his fingers in Harry's hair.

And if several groups of students caught sight of the two of them kissing on the hill, well, no one was surprised.

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ahhhh! Sorry friends. This one got a bit out of control. I was just feeling a lot of feelings about Harry having long hair.

Side note, if anyone feels inspired draw Draco doing Harry's lovely flower braid (and I'm not saying it has to be @pato-roldnart but I'm obsessed with your art) I'd love that more than anything.

AHHHHH pato-roldnart did the thing! Look at this GORGEOUS art. I'm in love, please go look at it!

Anyway! I hope you guys enjoy it even though it's long! <3 Thanks for the prompt anon!

Day 62: Clothes | Day 64: Shower

#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #drarry #hogwarts professors #drarry drabbles #drarry ficlet #oh boy. this one got away from me #i was just feeling a lot of things about Harry having long hair #send help #also send me a one word prompt and i'll write you a ficlet #love #soft #healing

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lysung · 3 years

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happy first times - bang chan

you and bang chan's daughter comes back home from school earlier than expected and started acting weird, as if she's hiding something.

A/N: hi hi! sorry for being so inactive, uni had me messed up the whole year :( anyways. it's been quite some time since i wrote and posted anything in here, and i haven't been practicing english often either, i'm not sure if i'm doing anything right in here but i hope it's understandable and enjoyable 😭 also, i'm not sure how things work where you live, but at the elementary school where i studied, if you weren't feeling well, felt lots of pain or anything like this, and no one were home to get you back home, someone specific would drop you home. i wrote this based on this vague memory. you can pretend this happens where you live too if it doesn't lol and a fun fact: i've been struggling trying to pay attention to stuff that i wondered if my mind was still working properly, and after watching a clip of chan talking about periods, i was more than sure it was working very well 🥴. took the chance to write this.

genre: fluff

cw: overflowing cuteness, bang chan being the best man ever you'll ba your eyes out because you still can't believe someone this precious exist.

reader's gender is neutral! your daughter can be biological or adopted if you want to, all up to you! feel comfortable <3

this wasn't proofread because it's literally 6am when i'm posting this and maybe i didn't sleep at all just to finish this, but i'll try to remember to do so later today! pls tell me if you find any mistake too <3

hope you guys enjoy it! requests are open ✨

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[09:50]

today is a sunny, fresh and bright day. bang chan, your husband, is taking some time off after his promotions were finally over. although you still had to go to work, today's the day when you're supposed to leave earlier. today just couldn't feel any better than this.

while waiting for you, chan was watching tv until he hears a noise coming from the front door. immediately he thought you would be home, but got confused as he saw your daughter coming in by herself.

- baby? what are you doing here this early? you're supposed to be at-

- iknow, i know. one of my teachers had to leave earlier today and she left me here, because you just wouldn't pick up your phone... — she cut him off with a sad and tired gaze, and chan instantly regretted leaving his phone so far from him earlier.

- ohhhh, i'm sorry so sorry my angeeel — he hugged her while carressing her hair, and she just responded with a quiet yet lovely "it's okay, dad" — but are you okay? what happened that you had to come back home this early?

- i just... don't feel good, my stomach aches way too much... but you don't have to worry, they just- they told me to take some medicine and rest for today — she explained, her voice crackling a bit, as if she was looking for the right words and was about to cry.

chan noticed her unusual behaviour and expressions. at first, he didn't intend to tell her about it or get mad, and just decided to pay extra attention for the rest of the day. as she distanced herself from him, he notices something else - the vivid red stain on her pants, on the inner side of her legs.

reality never hit him this hard. both of you were aware she was growing up, that's just how tome works, but once again, time felt like flying. as if watching her taking her first steps, saying her first words, making her first dawings and friends... everything felt like it hadn't been this long. every moment felt like a blessing. everything gives you two a specific feeling that probably no one will ever be able to put in perfect words.

chan felt his eyes tearing up as so many memories flashed one after another, finding himself at loss of words from the insane mix of feelings.

she turned to him to ask for something, just to find him with his head down, coverig his own face with one hand, sobbing quietly. the feeling of rgret instantly filled her up, as she was still confused and scared, fearing bad things to happen. she was so afraid and ashamed that she could barely tell or show it to anyone at school. but she calms down as she hears his words noticeably filled with love:

- my baby... i love you so much. but do you know what's happening to you now? — chan got closer to his precious daughter to hold her face with his hands and stare deeply into her eyes.

- ah, n-no... it's nothing bad, right? everything is gonna be fine, right? — she asked, fear still clear on her eyes and voice.

- no, it's nothing bad. you're just growing up and this is completely normal for you. i'll grab you a cup of warm water, sit down and i'll tell you everything i know about it. but relax, you're fine, baby. — he calmed her down while trying to control his proud smile, and ended with a kiss on her forehead before leaving, taking a little longer as expected to get a bag of warm water as well.

sat down next to each other, she drank her water calmly as she listened to her dad. she always knew how understanding chan can be, but this sudden situation made every kind of thought come to her head to the point nothing from the outside world would get in or make sense to her. yet, each and every word that came out of him would tranquilize her more and more. he felt like heaven to her, and she couldn't feel any more safer and happier with her precious dad.

while she showered and changed, chan left to buy meds and chocolate, hoping it would make her feel at least a little bit better. he spent the next few hours taking care of her as much as possible - making hot chocolate for her, listening to everything she wanted to say, watching her favorite series with her, massaging her wherever it hurted, trying his best to make her feel as comfortable as possible.

- honey, i'm home! — you announced happily after a long and exausting day. work felt endless and you couldn't wait to eat a little bit and sleep a little more. you were about to say something more, until you found the loves of your life sleeping next to each other on your sofabed, a movie playing on the tv, mugs on the tables next to them - a cute, calm smile on your sleeping daughter's face.

you went to the kitchen to grab water and noticed a paper on the table, which said "don't be scared, she's growing up faster than we thought and had her period at school today. she's fine! sorry for not telling you earlier. love you!"

you watched them sleep a little bit more. it was the best view you could have - your incredible and beautiful family. the moment also made you tear up a little bit, but it didn't take long for you to hold it and lay with them. it was unfortunate that you couldn't take care of your daughter as well, but there was nothing to worry or feel upset about. you knew both you and your daughter would be safe and sound if you have bang chan - the best friend, husband, dad and person.

you two couldn't love him any more than this.

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