#but I’m sitting here almost in tears because it’s hot in the office

[mvltisstuff]

hi!! could you possibly do a one-shot where buck and reader are flirting during the dosed episode? like they get high and are handcuffed and are just giggling and flirting and then accidental confession or something and then the next day they’re just like “i’m pretty sure we’re dating now..” thank you so so much!! this idea just made me giggle so <33

you get me so high - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

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a/n: i adore this idea, thank you for sharing <3 i worked on this very sporadically, and i’m not the biggest fan of it but i hope you enjoy!

whoever brought those brownies in was an angel to y/n. yeah, a felony for sure, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t secretly enjoy it.

even though the whole station had been haunted by taylor and her team the entire day, all of the worries of the job seemed to vanish. buck wasn’t sure why, but he just saw everything different than he has before. nature called for him and he was more than excited to be at his job.

he just wanted to laugh at everything, each little girl in front of him was the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. he watched y/n from across the room, sitting on the floor and playing with a girl in a massive dress shaped like a pastry.

“where did you get this dress?” she asks, running her fingers down the satin on the side.

“my mommy bought it for me!”

“can she buy one for me?” y/n asks, turning her head to see the grown firefighter skipping over.

“y/n!” he shoots out quickly, jogging over to lean next to her on the ground.

“hi buck! will you buy me a dress like this?”

“only if you buy me one,” he smiles. “maybe we should put bobby in one.” he starts completely laughing at the thought of bobby in a pretty pink dress, with a sash and a tiara.

“what is going on- buck!” chim shouts. “can someone help us over here?”

“how are we not helping?” buck asks, leading y/n to just shrug. they glance over at eddie in the corner, looking at all the pageant girls like they have 5 heads. he almost looks fearful of them, swaying in his spot.

the next few minutes were a blur, and suddenly they were all handcuffed together against a wall. hen, eddie, buck, and y/n were all connected by their hands, being watched by athena like they misbehaved at school.

“ooh, you made him cry!” buck teases, looking at the tears streaming down eddie’s face. y/n just looks closer to athena’s face.

“you’re a hot cop, thena,” y/n speaks airily, just smiling cheekily at the officer in front of her.

“you guys are high as hell and you’re on duty.”

“what?” hen exclaims. “i didn’t smoke anything-“

“well you ate something! someone brought marijuana brownies into the station, so you’re all off work.”

the team just looks around in shock, not fully caring until y/n and buck start giggling once more. “just- just sit down against this wall, and do not move.” athena demands, walking away to deal with the other emergency in the main room.

y/n and buck sat fine against the wall, comparing hands and very lightly slapping each other on the sides. a few spouts of silence would happen for a few minutes while the group of stoners just watched the world pass in front of them.

“buck,” y/n whispers.

“what?” he asks.

“you’re really cute, like i just figured i’d let you know.”

“thanks, you’re a cutie, too,” she giggles at his words, throwing her head back against the wall as he just glances at her. normal, sober buck would’ve had a racing heart and nerves fluttering all over his body because she told him he was cute. he knows he’s not bad looking, but hearing it from her is when he truly believes it. now, he just figured why not? yolo, anyway.

“no, you’re like cute cute. like hot oiled up firefighter cute.”

“that means so much, y/n,” he says, the sly remark almost making his heart clench.

“i want you under my christmas tree.”

“well, i want you in an easter egg for me.”

“well, i want you-“

“can you just shut up?” eddie asks, still distressed about being handcuffed and drugged. “we get it, you’re into each other. and what happens when you’re not high?”

“i don’t remember talking to you,” buck teases, giving eddie a side eye but keeping his head directed towards the pretty girl next to him.

“alright,” athena comes back into sight. “let’s get you all home, maybe sleep off some of this.”

the next morning, y/n remembered every little thing she said to buck, and he remembered every little thing he said to her. they hoped maybe it was like alcohol, making them forget what they may or may not have said, but nope. it was clear as day. it didn’t feel as awkward, though. it felt easier. like a weight was off their shoulders after being weighed down for so long.

when they both arrived at work, the look from the other just told them everything they had to know. buck meant everything he said, and so did she. her eyes lightly wandered over his, and he didn’t even make her say anything. they both knew that those cookies made a great thing burst open.

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[halsteadlover]

𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

*Pics and gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader.

• Requested by anon: Can you do a Jay Halstead x reader where they are married, and the reader is like pregnant about to have their baby and she works with Jay and is having a hard time not being able to work. She’s in pain from the pregnancy and doesn’t like not working so when Jay gets home and tells her how the job goes, she just starts crying because of her hormones and Jay just comforts her and they end up talking about the baby and cuddling until the reader falls asleep!

• Warnings: none that I can think of, just fluff lol

• Word count: 1568.

• A/N: I’m trying to get back to writing but I don’t like one bit how this turned out but here it is 😭 sending lots of love to everyone one and stay safe out there xx

“Baby I’m home!”.

Jay’s voice caught your attention and raised your head, immediately directing your gaze towards him. You were lying on the couch, your hand caressing your baby bump as you watched a stupid show on the TV. You almost jumped for joy when you heard your husband’s voice, happy to no longer be alone and joyful to finally see his face after such a long day.

You tried to lift yourself up and sit on the sofa but with your belly now as big as a hot air balloon it was quite difficult. You let out a sound of frustration at the same moment you saw Jay appear in front of you, a bright smile on his lips.

“Here let me help you sweetheart,” he said, holding out both of his hands to you and helping you sit up. He sat down next to you, and you smiled at him before giving him a kiss on the lips.

“Hi baby,” you whispered into the kiss as his arm wrapped around your shoulders. “I missed you so much.”

“God, I missed you so much more mama,” he smiled into the kiss before placing a hand on your bump and caressing it, turning his attention to his unborn child. “And I missed you too, little one,” he continued, leaving a tender kiss on it “You were a good boy to mom, right?”

You – while trying to maintain a sense of decorum and not burst into tears at that sweet scene – stroked Jay’s hair, making him turn his head towards you. You were used to hearing him talk to your belly but that didn’t make your heart burst with joy any less every time. “He was a little pest, he didn’t stop kicking for a moment.”

He chuckled before turning his attention back to your baby bump again. “What did dada tell you? Let mom rest and then when you get out of there you can take it all on me.”

“How are you feeling love? How was your day?” He asked, settling back on the couch and wrapping his arm around your shoulders, his fingers playing with strands of your hair.

You sighed, a little distressed. “It was boring as you could see from all the texts I sent you, I did nothing but lay here on the couch. God, I can’t wait to give birth.”

He left a kiss on your temple, and you rested your head on his shoulder. “I know baby, but it’s only a few weeks away. I wish I could do something to make you feel better,” he spoke tenderly. He tried to be present as much as possible, to do everything in his power to make you happy and make the pregnancy less burdensome but the truth was that he couldn’t do anything to fill the sense of helplessness you felt.

You and Jay had been working together in Intelligence for years now and never in your life you thought you’d miss the job so much, chasing criminals and catching them. Being pregnant was truly an indescribable experience and you never thought you’d feel so much love for a little being growing inside you and that hadn’t even been born yet, a love so deep you thought your heart would explode.

But you couldn’t deny the other side of the coin either: the sleepless nights, the back pain, the nausea, the hormones and, above all, having to constantly rest. You tried to do some office work, but Voight had forbidden you to even do that, with obviously Jay’s support.

You felt like you were going crazy.

“How was your day?” You asked your husband, playing with his fingers as he continued to stroke your hair and cuddle you.

“It was hectic.” He sighed. “We didn’t stay in the unit for even ten minutes, we worked on a case of an armed robbery with a deceased victim as I already told you…” He continued to speak but the sudden sound of your sobs made him stop in the middle of the sentence. “Babe oh my God, you okay?”

You covered your face with both of your hands, no longer able to keep the tears at bay that continued to pour out of your eyes. You didn’t know what came over you at that moment, which is why you blamed the crazy hormones.

“Baby, talk to me please,” Jay continued in an urgent and concerned tone. “Did I say something wrong? Look at me.”

“I-I’m fine,” you murmured with shaky breaths. He grabbed your hands and pulled them away from your face, but you refused to look at him, continuing to cry and sob.

“Love please look at me,” he said urgently. “You’re make me worry to death.”

“I-It’s nothing…”

He gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to turn your face towards him and look at him. His heart sank as he saw your eyes so shiny, although it was a sight he had reluctantly become used to due to the hormones and your mood changes.

He wiped away the tears with his thumb, gently and lovingly caressing your skin, making you cry even more.

God, you hated this.

“It’s okay mama, I’m here with you. Talk to me, what’s bothering you?”

You sighed. “I feel so useless…”

A confused and bewildered expression appeared on his face. “What you mean useless?”

“I sit here all day doing nothing…” Another sob escaped your lips. “I can’t go to work, I can barely cook anything without getting out of breath… I can’t even do house chores without having to sit down after five fucking minutes and you’re forced to do everything when you come home from work tired…”

“Stop, stop,” he interrupted you. “I won’t hear anything else about this nonsense love. You’re the mother of my child, you’re growing our little baby, there is nothing more important than this.”

“But…”

“No, no ‘buts’. You have no idea how much I admire you princess, how much I envy your strength. You’re growing a whole human being inside you; you have any idea how fucking wonderful and awesome this is? You’re creating a new life and along with this, mine too because, believe me baby, I have never felt so alive in my entire life. You have no idea the gift you’re giving me and nothing, and I mean nothing I can do will ever be enough to repay you for everything you’re going, damn baby you’re growing our family.”

His fingers caressed your face, continuing to wipe away your tears and smiling at you with so much warmth and sweetness you felt your heart was about to stop.

“You’re not useless, you’ll never be. I can’t even imagine how hard it is, or how you feel but I will always be here to help you, I will be with you every step of the way.” He kissed you, tasting your salty tears. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

You shrugged playfully trying to hold back a smile and he chuckled at the way you were crying a minute ago and now you were smiling. He hugged you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and letting you rest your head on his chest.

“But I love you so much more,” you murmured, eyes closed as you breathed in deeply that scent made you feel like home.

“Mmh I don’t think so.”

“There are two of us so you can’t win this one,” you replied, “Thank you so much love, I wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

“Shh don’t even say it.” He caressed your hair, smiling even though you couldn’t even see him. “How are you feeling now?”

The moment he asked you this question, your baby gave a particularly hard kick in your womb, making you immediately sit up straight and put a hand on that spot where you felt it.

“Woah woah baby you okay? Is he okay? What happened? You need something?” Jay began peppering you with questions in his overprotective way, his expression instantly twisted with anxiety and worry.

“I’m fine, he’s just kicking,” you replied, taking a few deep breaths. You took Jay’s hand and placed it on your baby bump seeing the way his tight features visibly relaxed and a huge smile grew on his lips.

No matter how many times he felt his baby kick, every single time was more emotional than the previous one. Jay leaned towards your belly again, pressing a kiss on it. “Hey buddy it’s dad here, how about you let mommy rest for a bit? She had a bit of a rough day… But don’t worry I’m always here, dada is waiting for you so eagerly and he loves you more than his own life,” he whispered, talking to his unborn son as he used to do every night since he found out you were pregnant.

You smiled, struggling to hold back the tears again as you caressed his hair and imagined the moment when you’d finally become a family.

You imagined the moment you’d see Jay pick up your son for the first time, how much he’d be loved by his mom and dad and the more you looked at your husband – the love of your life, you everything, your safe haven – the more you thought you could’ve never chosen a better father for your child.

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[simplyholl]

The Sex Tape

Summary: President Loki makes a sex tape with you, but uses it to threaten you.

Pairing: President Loki x F Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Rough Sex. Coercion. 

W/C: 1.1K

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Your panties were soaked the moment President Loki called you into his office. The door creaked shut behind you. He sits behind the large desk. “Took you long enough. I hate waiting.” You press your back firmly to the door. “I’m so sorry, Mr. President. I came as soon as you called.”

He stands placing a slender finger under his chin. “That wasn’t soon enough was it?” Chills cover your body. As much as you would hate to admit it, you love it when he’s like this. All riled up, almost menacing. He walks over to you running his large hand up your skirt. He quickly swipes between your folds.

He smiles approvingly. “No panties. Good girl. It seems you can follow orders after all.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket, walking over to the side of the room. “We are going to film this as a reminder. If you ever stray from me, disappoint me, or betray me I will have this recording sent to your closest friends and family. Let them see what a slut you are for your President. You will never work in this town again, if it’s not for me. Do you understand?”

The contents of your stomach feel like they are going to come back up. You have always been loyal to him. But he is so mercurial. You could wear the wrong shoes tomorrow, and he could post it. If you don’t agree, he would fire you and make your life hell. “Yes Mr President, I understand.” He sets his phone up on the tripod used for recording his messages to the country.

He stalks over to you, roughly grabbing the back of your neck. His other hand holds your shoulder. He shoves you on your knees. The old carpet scratches against your legs. You keep your eyes on the ground. You know he thrives off his control over you. “You may look upon your master.”

You slowly lift your head up, taking in how tall he is. He towers over your slumped frame in the floor. He gestures to his dress pants. “It’s not going to suck itself, pet” you reach for the button quickly unfastening and bringing the zipper down. He never takes his pants off. You’re sure it’s because he doesn’t want to appear vulnerable.

He never wore underwear, and everyone could always spot the huge bulge poorly contained by his pants. His erection springs free. You slither your tongue around the head of his cock slowly taking him inside your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and begin to suck. Loki thrusts powerfully, shoving his full length between your tight lips.

You gag, tears forming in your eyes from the brutal intrusion. “You’re a pathetic excuse for a whore. You can’t even pleasure me correctly. I’ll show you how.” He places one hand on the back of your head, the other cups your cheek. You can’t do anything but try not to choke as he uses you. You place a hand on his thigh in an attempt to steady yourself. He looks down disgusted at your offending appendage. He roughly grabs it throwing it off him.

“I didn’t say you could put your filthy hands on me. Be still, and swallow. You better not choke. You’ll regret it if you do.” He quickens his pace before going still, his hot cum shooting down your throat. You swallow it all, your tears staining your cheeks.

He’s always rough with you, but never like this. Probably putting a show on for the camera. He grabs your hair at the base of your neck, roughly jerking you to your feet. You bite your tongue to keep from shouting. You didn’t want to be punished when he was acting like such a brute.

He rips open your blouse, buttons clinking to the floor. He pulls the cups of your bra down exposing your breasts. He lowers his head to the curve of your neck. His teeth lock down on the sensitive area. You yelp, digging your fingernails into the palm of your hand to keep from touching him. His long tongue licks from your jaw to under your eye lapping up the salty tears.

“I do love seeing you cry, pet. It suits you.” You sniffle wiping the fallen tears off your other cheek. Loki spins you around slinging you against his desk. You wince when your body comes in contact with the all the contents in his work space. The cool surface makes your nipples harden. He turns your head to face the camera. “Just making sure everyone can see your face clearly.” he explains.

He swings his arm, his hand hits your ass. You moan feeling yourself grow wetter. He smirks behind you, bringing his hand down again and again, hitting harder each time. You squirm, your moans growing louder. “That’s it, let every one know how much my toy loves it when I play with her.”

He plunges between your slick folds holding your head down against his desk. He drives into you setting a brutal pace. He doesn’t give you time to adjust to him before ramming back inside you. He reaches around you, circling your clit as your body jerks with each thrust.

He only slows down for a brief moment when someone pounds on the door. “President Laufeyson, open up. It’s urgent.” He ignores them, spreading your legs further apart. “Mr. President, please. It is of the upmost importance.” Loki pulls your ass flush against him spilling inside you.

He pulls out, stuffing himself back into his pants. He collects his phone from the tripod ending the recording. He walks to the door before you have a chance to adjust yourself. You keep your back turned to them swiftly tucking your breasts back in your bra. You awkwardly pull on your tattered blouse in an attempt to cover up.

You feel his warm cum seeping down your legs. You start walking toward the men trying to discover what was so important. “I have bad news, you were accidentally live streaming the whole time you were erm… intimate with Miss Y/L/N. We have started damage control, but we need to release a statement immediately.”

Your heart races. You wouldn’t be able to go in public for a long time. He had angled your face directly in front of the camera. Everyone will recognize you. You shove your way past the secret service agent when you hear President Loki say “It was no accident, David. I knew I was live streaming the whole time. Nothing like a scandal to get the people talking. You know what they say, there’s no such thing as bad press.”

Your heart sinks. He had done it on purpose. You lock eyes with him feeling embarrassed and betrayed. He smirks at you, shrugging his shoulders. “What did you expect?”

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[rysiewrites]

"For you—anything."

: ̗̀➛PAIRING. cc!Wilbur soot x sensitive!reader

: ̗̀➛WORDS. 986

: ̗̀➛SYNOPSIS. reader has a shitty day at work and really needs the comfort of their boyfriend. unluckily for them he also had a shitty day and accidentally takes it out of them. fluff ensues.

: ̗̀➛WARNINGS. none really, reader cries and he calms her down. fluff and angst if you squint hard enough. you/yours pronouns used however reader has hair long enough to be tied up.

: ̗̀➛NOTES. hey guys !! this is my first little fic to be written on here!!! I hope you guys like it and if you want more you can use the ask on my page!

You weren’t expecting your day to be as long as it felt. Your boss was on your ass for something stupid, and everyone was asking far too much of you for one day. The only thing that was holding you back from a mental breakdown was the thought of finally getting home to your boyfriend. 

You walked up the steps of the front porch and fiddled with your keys for a bit before finally inserting it and unlocking the door. You pushed through the door, kicking off your uncomfortable shoes and hanging your coat on the coat rack.

It wasn’t surprising that Wilbur hadn’t come to greet you yet. He could have been sleeping, or in his office. With a sigh, you place your bag over the arm of the dining chair. You walk slowly over to Wilbur’s office door, knocking on it lightly before opening it and walking in.

His talking about something random stops when he hears the creak of the door. He looks over at you, seeing the smile on your face. He clicks at something on his computer, presumably to mute. 

“I’m streaming.”

“Yes. I see.” you smile at him tiredly.

He sighs, almost seeming upset in his body language. “I’ll be out in a second okay? Just give me a second.” his tone sounded bored. His voice short and clipped. 

Your mouth falls open in surprise, “I-I okay. Are you okay?” 

His eyes stay on his screen as he talks, “Yes! I said i’ll be out in a minute.” 

You blink, the tears pricking at your eyes. You sniffle, nodding—even though he can’t see. “Okay. I love you.” 

The sniffling makes him look over from his computer, scanning your face and noticing the sadness plaguing your face. 

“Are you—” but you shut the door before he can finish his sentence, letting tears fall from your eyes silently. 

It was stupid. You felt like you were overreacting. But, he was pushing you off and he was the only thing you were looking forward to today. It was dumb. It was stupid.

You went over towards the kitchen to start walking to your bedroom so he didn’t have to see you crying. As you heard the shuffling inside his office you walked a slight bit faster. This was to no avail because his stride was too long with his long fucking legs. 

His door opened and he walked out, borderline running to you from across the room. He grabbed your shoulders to turn you around and you looked down at the ground. His finger found the bottom of your chin, directing your eyes to his. 

“I’m so sorry.” he says, leaning down and kissing your forehead softly. 

Your tears don’t stop as they trail hot on your skin. The frown on his face makes you feel even worse. You shouldn’t be causing him to be upset, and especially not about this.

“Are you okay?” 

That question makes you single-handedly break down more, because honestly? No. No you were not okay. You weren’t feeling okay. The pad of his thumb brought you back to the present, wiping away some of the stray tears that were still falling. 

“Okay. No you aren’t okay. Here.” and he pauses for a moment, looking around before deciding to take you to the couch. He picks you up under your arms, lifting you and holding you bridal style. He walks to the couch and sits you down, laying your legs onto the ottoman. 

He takes a hair tie from around his wrist, brushing your hair out of your face and putting it up behind your shoulders in a low ponytail.

“Breathe darling. It’s okay. I’m here okay?” he says softly. 

You nod at him, becoming hyper aware that you are crying over—probably nothing. Blearily you blink back some tears, attempting very hard to stop crying. 

His hands on your shoulders, and the look of love on his face is what really stopped you from crying in the end. You got yourself together, after more deep breaths that he directed you through.

“Good, okay. Now can you tell me what’s up?” he asks carefully, attempting to step on eggshells and hope they don’t break.

“Yeah—I just..” you trail off, trying to think—truly think about why you were upset. 

“I had a really bad day. I’ve been looking forward to-to seeing you all day. I got home and then you just seemed mad at me when I walked in your office.” you say through shaky breathing. 

He nods at you, listening closely to your words. After a moment of silence he speaks, “I’m so sorry you had a bad day. I’m also sorry that I-I pushed you off when you came in my office. I’d been streaming for a while and just couldn’t find a time to end it. I was annoyed and took it out on you—and i shouldn’t have. I’m sorry my love.” 

You take another deep breath and nod. “Okay. Thank you. I get you were annoyed—not at me, but annoyed.” 

A short moment passes before he’s sat down on the couch next to you, “Do you want to—”

“Cuddle?” you finish for him. “Yes. Yes I do.” 

His soft smile is enough to ensure you made the right decision as you get pulled down by your shoulders to lay on him. His hands find your hair and play around with the loose strands. 

“Do you want to talk about your day?” he asks. You close your eyes.

“No. I just want to sit here with you for now. We can talk about it later.” you see him nod at you from the corner of your eye.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m okay with that.”

Your head lays back against his chest, and your hands grab at the flannel jacket he was wearing, comforting yourself in his warmth. He giggles at this.

"I love you darling."

"I love you, Wil."

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[needcake]

So today is the birthday of one of my favorite persons in this fandom and this life:

✨✨@oumaheroes / @rainbowfruitpastilles✨✨

(lovingly nicknamed Rains by yours truly back when we first starting talking because of eurovision, but who also goes by Ouma, Heroes and Fandom Grandma✨)

And to honor her and her incredible work I wanted to do something a little different this year! I've selected some of my favorite passages from her beautiful beautiful fics and I hope this makes you go insane and absolutely feral the way I know you like it 😌😚

From Earthbound, chapter 4:

Peter dreams that his legs reach down deep into the ocean, right to the sea bottom, and he watches the years pass silently by. Cast in metal and garbed in rust he falls, piece by piece, into an unforgiving sea. He dreams of rain, of smoking guns and angry curses, of abandonment and loneliness as he's left behind. He tosses and turns, unable to get comfortable, as wisps of memory lap gently against his consciousness. He dreams of a gruff voice mumbling soothing words after a nightmare, handmade toys and a warm calloused hand carding through his hair. Hot tea and biscuits in front of a fire. Bedtime stories and scratchy kisses. Of a man who loves him but who just doesn't know how to do it the way Peter needs. He wakes with dried tear tracks on his face and the ghost of a name on the tip of his tongue.

This fic is so incredibly beautiful, every character, every story. It brings you to this new and remade world that is fatally flawed, and as the characters slowly go back to their original Earth, their memories of their past lives and past selves come back like a punch, and the force of it just leaves us gasping. It's so powerful, so beautiful!! I absolutely adore it!!

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From Lavender's Blue:

New officers are the worst, in Arthur’s personal opinion. They have this hopeful gleam about them that Arthur, world-weary as he is, cannot stand. Butter and milk fed children chasing honour and glory into hell itself, so blinded by it that they cannot see the dangers that litter the ground around them. They’re terribly young: nineteen, twenty, twenty-two. This and this alone causes Arthur to soften enough to answer them and he shakes himself back to the present where he doesn’t want to be, ‘Yes?’ ‘Come and play cards with us. We’ll deal you in.’ One of them breaks the deck expertly, a flick of his wrist and fingers sending the cards from one hand to another. Arthur can’t help but think of Gilbert doing the same thing sprawled across a sofa in Arthur’s parlour merely a few years ago, sleeve damp with rum where he’d spilt it. Too drunk to bloody well hold a glass of Arthur’s finest alcohol but hands always sharp enough for pretty tricks. Eyes clear despite it all, watching Arthur mischievously over Francis draped loose limbed in his lap. ‘No, thank you.’ Arthur straightens up and rolls his shoulders, feeling the knots and tension there under his coat. He’d been sitting too long. He’s due out on patrol soon and he checks his watch to assess the time.

I don't think I've told you enough how much I love this fic, the grittiness of it, the desperation, the idleness. You can almost see the men in the trenches, see the young officers playing cards to pass the time while they wait and Arthur's restlessness and anxiety. Absolutely flawless! ---

From Gold Filigree and Chainmail:

‘I’m not entirely vain.’ ‘We could have been doing many things today but instead we are here, admiring you.’ ‘We are not admiring me,’ France told him, coming up alongside, ‘Just my people and history. Which you can argue is me, but it is not really.’ England gestured at the painting with his head, ‘That’s you.’ The diner in question was in profile but it was easy enough to tell, from those who knew him well, that it was France himself. A habitual way of draping himself on a chair and the same loose, wavy hair as today. Half grin unchanged, a connection through time via the almost direct look at the painter through the fourth wall. He looked so much younger. France smiled fondly, ‘Ah, so it is.’

No one writes such delicious Fruk like you do!! You have such a hand handling these two together, you can take them from having a fight to talking about philosophy and love and it'll always be absolutely delicious and banter-y and iconic, and I'll always want to jump into the page and grab France by the hair and give him a good shake and kick England in the shin for good measure (but also lock them in a closet and throw away the key).

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From Seen From The Other Side, chapter 1:

Their captain died last year. He died at their feet and now he turns and grins. Sees them staring, sees them know. Watches as they take him in, the horrifying, unholy miracle of it. Strong arms and broad shoulders, sharp white teeth in tanned skin. Blood in his heart and no hole near his neck. Ancient eyes that hold them there.

This entire series just makes me want to go ballistic!! I want to eat a hole in the concrete every time I read it because it's so good!! LOOK AT IT THAT'S SO GOOD!!!!!

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From It's All About The Delivery, chapter 8:

‘Mr Williams, I did not and you are stepping way outta line here.’ ‘If you just look-‘ ‘No!’ his voice was far too loud- it rang out clear across the marble floors but the PM couldn’t help himself, an uncomfortable churning feeling inside his chest clouding all reason and logic, ‘I will not, Mr Williams. I’m doing so much already; I’m here in a manor in the middle of nowhere with a posh boy Lord who believes he’s the embodiment of dirt and I’m quite willing to go along with that to keep things smooth, but please, for the love of God, stop pushing me.’ ‘I do beg your pardon.’

The embodiment of dirt!!!!!!!! I laugh so hard every time I read that!! This entire fic makes me both want to give Matt little kisses and tuck him in at night and throw my laptop into the sun because Stephen is so STUBBORN (I adore Leigh though, we can keep her). It's the perfect mix of politics, family affairs, work relationships, interpersonal relationships, PMs that are too dumb to be alive, glorious jokes and little genuine heartfelt moments that just make me weep with joy!! Absolutely perfect!!!

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From Reset, chapter 8:

They fell silent, remaining pressed together tightly until England had stopped shaking. 'I was supposed to have Reset.' He said, voice distant and quiet as if he were speaking more to himself than to anyone in particular.  France was almost about to fall back asleep again, but became alert instantly, 'What?'  'I'm due one, it seems.'  France racked his brain, struggling to try and think of the last time England had had his stint at being human. 1800s? No wait, before that... it couldn't have been anywhere around the 1600s, he'd been too busy starting to pillage and conquer to allow himself to enjoy a mortal existence. Late in the 1700s then, perhaps?  'We're all probably due one,' England continued, 'so much has changed even in the last hundred years that we're all a bit out of touch- Francis' lifespan being one example.'  'How could you tell that you...' France floundered, 'why do you think that?'  France felt England give a small shrug, 'I know it was time; it was very hard to stay, I guess. You're dead but still there, but this time I had to actually think about staying.' He ran out of words, language not really enough to describe what he intrinsically knew. 'I knew it wouldn't be a good idea though, not right now.'  France huffed. 'Well no. I, for one, would have to deal with your government and also reintroducing myself to mine, whilst at the same time being embroiled in a murder inquiry.'  'Don't forget that someone is still trying to kill you.'  'Oh yes, that too. How could I have let that slip my mind.' England chuckled and then coughed, lungs not quite ready.  France helped him sit up a bit higher and rubbed his back, 'This isn't something we need right now. One more hit on you and it'll be even harder to fix this mess if you actually stay dead.' England continued to cough and try to wrangle his breathing back under control, but shook his head.  France tutted in annoyance. 'I doubt that you'll be able to put it off for long, it's not something that you can simply avoid.' He sighed and leant back against the tree. The gap between them had filled very quickly with cold air, and once he stopped struggling to breathe France pulled England back down again and covered them both back up. 'This is going to make things a whole lot more difficult, you know.'  'Dreadfully sorry.' England did not sound in any way sorry. 'Next time I'll just die better, shall I?'  France gave him a smiling kiss to the temple, 'You could always learn to die better, you are never very pretty when you do.'  England elbowed him in the gut and leant hard against him on purpose. 'I cannot wait to not have to see your face again after this.'  France huffed at him. 'You would miss my shining example of poise, culture and beauty before too long.'  'Would not.'  'Oh! Think of how boring your life would be without me to enhance it, for example, consider that nice long holiday we'll go on after all of this blows over. Southern France, by the beach and in the sun...'  'You can sod off, I'm going home.'  'Back to your rainy lump in the sea, of course my dear. I shall not join you.'  'Thank fuck for that.'

DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAY YOU ARE A MASTERMIND WRITING WITH THEM??? I love to see it!!!! I read this with the biggest grin because every dialogue just jumps out of the page and they are both so alive!!! I absolutely love it!! I love the plot, I love the idea of Reset for them, I love the execution, the humor, the romance, the love!!!! I love it!!!!!!!

--- And to close this humble offering on this very special day, I hope you have the most wonderful day today, my dear, and that we can share many many birthdays and eurovisions and stories together for many many years to come!! I love you and I hope you all the best in this entire world!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖

#rainbowfruitpastilles #oumaheroes #hetalia #fic recs #fruk #hws england #hws france #hws sealand #HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAINS!!!!!!! #🥳🥳🥳

[garyandpary]

the backroom

|japanese!character x chubby!black fem reader|

Content Warnings: dub-con, fingering, unprotected sex, sub!reader, workplace sex, oral sex (fem receiving), creepy!perv!dom character, he stares a lot,

(a/n: this is a oneshot about my sorta fear of japanese men, no discrimination they just scare me.)

wc: 2.6k

BEWARE THE TRANSLATIONS ARE AWFUL FALFOL! !!!

first pov:

i was never good at disobeying orders given to me you know, it was some instinct to listen to whoever was talking to me and i could never hear anything else that was around. as i got older i realized it was some sort of natural submissiveness, i soon learned that just looking at down and obeying commands wasn’t to get a woman like me far in life.

so i held my submissive self inside, worked hard, and got a corporate job that pays well too. even though i’ve maintained a stereotypical reputation of being hardworking and stoic i still have times when i become meek, quiet, and unfortunately submissive, on those days my co-workers don’t bother me they think i’m just having a bad day, and leave me alone but recently we got a new employee from another department. i haven’t seen him much just here and there around the office and it's always from behind from what i can tell he’s tall or taller than me at least.

ever since he came into the office i’ve been feeling eyes on me like the kind that gives you goosebumps, it makes me shrink into myself and talk softer so that whoever is staring doesn’t hear me speak. sometimes i like the staring and others i want to disappear because i feel his eyes stripping me bare. I just want to be left alone.

third pov:

the sound of a shrieking alarm awoke the pudgy black woman making her almost cry because of how much it scared her, despite her large frame the woman was more emotional and fragile than half of her co worker's kids but we digress. she began her day by forcing herself out of her plush bed, which she didn’t want to start.

on her way to work she nearly cried four times because she got yelled at during her city’s unforgiving traffic. it was a very bad morning for the sensitive woman. now at her job, she sat in the parking garage calming down and preparing herself for a semi-stressful day since she finished the editing on her most recent project and her unfinished work from last week since her company was renovating her floor, the 4th floor.

walking into her office she nodded at most of her co-workers, non-smiling and deflecting their good mornings, as she was getting closer to her desk she felt those eyes again. those eyes were stripping her naked and making her heat up even more as she had started her ovulation cycle earlier that week.

sitting the brown woman began her work, not stopping or moving from her desk until it was lunchtime. she never ate or used the breakroom or left her food in the company fridge; too many people and too many germs, but in this one instance she forgot to heat her food at home. she wanted to cry… again. with tear-filled eyes she got up and walked to the germ-infested breakroom. before walking she looked thru the doorway and didn’t see anybody which was surprising since normally it would be packed.

while waiting for her food to get hot in the microwave she stood near a wall staring at the door fidgeting with her hands and giving quick glances to the microwave which seemed to be taking forever to heat up. her heartbeat sped when she heard footsteps on the tile flooring heading towards her. her eyes widened slightly seeing it was the japanese man that just transferred to her department. his towering figure stood at the large doorway that now looked small compared to his height and his face was considerably handsome compared to the other men in her office but she still didn’t like the grin that appeared on his face it sent shivers down her spine.

something in the back of her head told her to run when he started to walk towards her. with every long step, he took she stepped back until she hit the wall, flinching as the cold wall touched her before and from him leaning down to say something to her in her ear.

“怯えた目で見られると、勃起して変質者のような気分になってしまうのです.” his deep voice whispered in her ear. his warm breath tickled her ear, making blood rush everywhere. it was all too much for her with the earlier traffic madness, her lunch situation, and now him, she couldn’t handle it and started to cry the tears that were gathering since this morning. fat salty tears started rolling down her chubby as she trembled and hiccuped, if anyone were to walk in they probably would’ve thought he was comforting a saddened friend.

the woman wanted to get away from him so badly but he was blocking the out for her so she resorted to pushing him away which didn’t work as she didn’t have much strength in her plushy body. the man grinned at her weak attempts to push him away it was so cute to see, he just had to have her all to himself.

“あなたは私を押しのけようとしているのがとてもかわいいです.” he cooed while grabbing her brown hands into his much lighter ones pulling the chubby woman close to him, wrapping his arms around her so fast she didn’t know what happened. squeezing her body against him gave him a feeling of euphoria it was something a kin to drug high and he wanted more. no, he had to have more, more of the feeling, more of her.

a sick thought plastered itself in his mind blocking all other thoughts and making him fully erect, his grin growing into a smile that made the woman shiver and whimper with fear because she knew what that smile meant it circulated in her subconscious late at night when she thought of him touching her in ways that would make a pornstar blush.

moving away from her, the perverted man stepped away far enough so he can watch her full body tremble before leaving the room, and the stout woman was confused as to what to do now. a grumbling sound came from her stomach making her face flush and remember her food in the microwave, after reheating it she speed walked to her desk noticing a note on her desk.

‘Go to room 44 on the second floor after you are done with your work. Don’t try to leave, I will know if you left.

-Your secret admirer’

fear-soaked arousal coursed throughout her body after reading the note. it shook something deep inside of her that made her obey his command, so she completed the rest of her work but she also stalled waiting for most of her co-workers to leave and go home. finally done with her work, she looked towards the window seeing that the sun was setting, her stomach twisted in excitement at what was about to happen and only 3 floors below was the man who started all of this sitting in a chair watching her through a security camera he hacked. he smiled seeing her shift in her seat before packing her things up and leaving for the elevator.

switching cameras he watches as that tubby woman pulled out the note and looks at it before pressing the second-floor button, his pants tightened just staring at her shift around on her feet oblivious to him watching her. after what felt like forever the elevator dinged knocking the brown woman out of her mind and into reality reminding her that this is actually happening. walking out onto the empty floor she speed-walked down a hallway trying to find room 44, twisting down hallways and rounding multiple corners she finally found it at the end desolate hallway.

the flickering lights gave a haunted feeling to the dark hallway which made the stout woman hesitate to open the door, biting her plush lips and fidgeting with her fingers she took a deep breath before opening the door and walking into the semi-lit room. only seeing light coming from one corner of the room, once fully inside she closed the door with her hands behind her back and her head down, she stood anxiously by the door, her heart pounding loudly in her ears.

tilting his head the japanese stared at her then stood up from the chair he had set by the only lamp in the room earlier that day, his footsteps oddly not making any sound as he walked towards her until they were so close that his feet were touching hers. hunching over he reached a pale hand out taking her face into his grasp, making her face pucker up as he squished it, his eyes staring into her brown widened ones with a sick smile on his face he noticed as she struggled to say on her tiptoes because he pulled her face close to his.

moving his hand from her to the back of her neck, he pressed his lips against her immediately shoving his tongue into her mouth not giving her the chance to breathe as his hands went to her ass pulling her black pencil skirt to her waist and massaging her ass whilst her hands were grabbing at his light blue button up shirt.

wanting to see more of the body she hid from he drew away from her addictive lips, placing his head on her shoulder he gazed with sparkly eyes watching as her brown ass spilled from his long pale fingers, it made him twitch in his light brown slacks. his reddened bottom lip pulled in between as he spread her open and smacked her ass watching it recoil, he was over the moon as she was finally in his grubby hands. pulling away from her body, he yanked the brown woman toward the desk he was previously at bending her over with one hand.

confused and horny she stayed bent over waiting for something to but the man just continued moving her ass with his hands until in a swift movement he ripped her soaked panties off her body and tucked them into his pocket without her knowing. spreading her open he groaned at the sight of her pussy, hyperpigmented lips covering her hole. her scent was light, he loved it.

“あなたはとてもいいにおいがする、たわごと.” he whispered, standing up, turning the plump woman on her back, and sitting in his seat from before. slowly caressing her thick thighs, he immediately attached himself to her throbbing clit, sucking on it harshly making her squeal loudly as her back arched off the desk, her chubby hands scrambling to grab onto his hair.

the japanese man watched through half-lidded as she moaned loudly, his tongue flicking her clit and her hips buckling to him. moving his hands to her entrance he slipped a finger into her warm, ribbed insides.

“more please, please, please.” she whimpered into the air looking down into the almond-shaped eyes between her brown legs, hearing her pleads for more he quickly added another within her, pumping hard his mouth still on her clit

he knew she was perfect for what he was about to do and now he couldn’t help but get obsessed with every kiss he presses onto her supple skin, every pump of his finger made into her incredibly tight hole. it filled him with the need to be inside her in more ways than one, he wanted every part of her to be his and his alone.

“i want you inside of me.” she whimpered, snapping the man out of his manic thoughts.

“huh?” he sounded.

“i wanna feel you more.” her voice said weakly, she couldn’t wait anymore, his fingers as good as they were, they weren’t satiating her needs as much as she wanted. sitting up the brown woman she glared her tear-filled eyes into his hazy ones. it was adorable to see her lamb-like eyes try and glare at him, but alas he didn't wanna leave his favorite girl begging as much as he wanted to. he could feel her barely hanging on by a thread.

sucking his lower lip in between his teeth he stood on his feet, slotting himself between her legs, and began to disrobe his lower half whilst watching his finger fuck the woman below him. refocusing his eyes, he trailed them up her body from her plump hickey-covered thighs to her ample chest which was covered by a pretty pink blouse that fitted her so well it made him smile endearingly. in her mind; his eyes were eating her alive and she loved it. It made her feel so pretty, she didn’t want to admit it to herself but she liked when he would stare at her in the office, she liked it when he stood over her earlier in the lunchroom but she would never admit it though.

one hard thrust snapped her back to reality, from what he didn’t make up in size he made up in thickness, his dick was so thick her pussy couldn’t handle it and tried to push him out, but he didn’t allow that to happen, his hips slammed onto hers, his dick kissing her cervix from deep he was in her. not stopping his thrust he pulled her so his chest was flush against hers, one hand held the back of her neck while the other slid in between them and his greedy fingers began to rub on her clit.

“kiss, i wanna kiss, please.” the pudgy woman whimpered out, he gave her what she wanted with fervor, and saliva was swapped as their tongues touched one another.

“fuck you’re so tight, i’m surprised i even got in this tiny little thing, oh fuck.” he said his accent prominent. skin slapped together as he continued his ruthless thrust not wanting to leave within her. a ring of cream formed around his dick before his eyes as he looked in between them. his breathing getting heavier and his eyes getting half lidded.

feeling an orgasm approaching she started to curse, pulling her legs upwards on the desk instead of around his waist and looked with him in pure arousal. her low moaning grew louder until she was nearly shouting. his thumb had begun to rub her clit harshly.

“fuck ima cum, oh my god, oh my god-“ her words with a kiss from the man unbeknownst to her he was close to cumming also. as she gushed around him, he pumped her full of his cum. he still thrusted but they were sloppy and slow.

both were panting as he slowly pulled out of her. cream covered his pubic hair and slick connected the two. the brown woman moved her hand spreading her puffy lips so watch as his cum dripped out of her. she rubbed the spilling all over her pussy making him groan. she stared in pleasure as his dick grew hard again.

“wanna fuck again?” she asked, rubbing her clit whilst looking him in the eye

“yes baby but this time in my bed,” he said, stroking his dick. “but before that.”

he guided his tip and only the tip into her pussy, continuing to stroke his dick. he moved her fingers away and took a hold of her poor clit. feeling it throb under his finger while he masterbaited himself, cumming only moments after as he was sensitive.

the man’s warm cum filled her pussy with a satisfying groan coming from him. when he pulled out again she quickly closed her legs and pulled down her skirt before stumbling around to find her kitten heels as he fixed himself up.

grabbed her heels along with the chubby woman's hand he walked her out of the dim room and into the renovated office. they went to go have more sex in the elevator, in the car, in his garage and all over his house.

#Spotify #black!reader #creepy #perv character #tw dubcon #they scare me

[akagami-no-laney]

Happy birthday uncle Benn

"Hongo! I need a huge favor!" screamed Laney, knocking insistently on his office door.

"Why aren't you in your room? You should be grounded" the blond asked her.

"I know, but it's important, I have to go back to the town and-" she tried to explain, but the man interrupted her.

"You heard your father, you can’t see that boy again," he scolded her.

"Have you all gone nuts? Okay I need to see him, but..."

Hongo sighed, "Then you already know the answer."

"It's for Uncle Benn's birthday!" she informed him. The redhead girl was getting irritated, why would no one want to help her?

"What?" asked the man skeptically.

"He and his father are artisans, and I asked him if he could make me a cigarette case to give to Uncle Benn for his birthday, and I must go and get it today. You don't want me to go, okay…. Can you do it for me?"

Hongo stared at her for a few moments. "Is this the truth?" he asked suspiciously.

"You've known me for 19 years, have I ever been able to tell lies?" she asked, angry.

"Okay I'll take care of it. You go back to your room though, I'll bring it to you when I come back," he reassured her.

Hongo did not return. Laney had waited anxiously for him all afternoon, but not a shadow of the man. Perhaps he had not believed her? But how could he think she was lying? If she had really wanted to see that boy again, she would have succeeded without a problem!

It was almost dinner time and soon the party for her uncle would begin; by now she had lost hope that Hongo had granted her request. She could not show up at her uncle's party without a gift, so she decided it would be best to stay in her room and talk to him about it the next morning.

"Laney? Wake up doll, what are you doing in bed?" the girl felt someone shaking her gently. Was it Uncle Benn's voice? She opened her eyes slowly and looked around: except for the lamp on the bedside table, the room was dark. She must have fallen asleep, and probably cried, because the pillow was wet and she felt her cheeks dry and hot from tears.

Her uncle was sitting on the edge of the bed and his eyes were glazed over, as if he had been crying too.

"What's going on?"

"Ah, you tell me young lady, I've been waiting for you all evening!" he said gently.

"It's just… I didn't have your present and so I thought..."

Benn huffed: "Do you really think that’s the problem? You are my gift, silly! Although I must say that I’ve really appreciated this thing" he said, pulling the cigarette case from his pocket. A red dahlia had been carved on both sides, just as she asked to the boy and his father.

Laney looked at him surprised, "What?! Hongo made it and didn't tell me anything?"

Benn shook his head: “He was busy so he couldn’t make it. The boy you met in town came here and gave it to your dad. Who, off the records, is crying like a baby because he didn’t trust you.”

“His merits”

The man laughed. “I’m sure that your mum has told you that they are our favorite flowers… and growing them was our special moment together. Every time I left, she promised me to take care of them and she used to run towards me when I came home, screaming that the flowers were not dead. And it’s kind of a miracle, considering that there’s no green thumb in our family.”

“Yes she told me all about that. So, do you like it?” she asked hopefully.

“I absolutely love it darling! But there is another thing you could do” he told her.

“What?”

“Would you like to carry on this tradition with me? I think...”

Laney didn’t let him finish: “Yes! Yes, I’d love it!”

Benn hugged her: “Thank you honey. It means a lot to me.”

“Happy birthday Uncle Benn”

#one piece #benn beckman #unclebenn #happy birthday #laterthanthought #but i made it

[elenavampire21]

No warnings: just a worried tom about his little girl

@worldofheroes @love2write2626 @helloitstsyu @elenavampire21

Worry for daddy’s special little girl

Tom was busy in his office typing an email to mc Q. You were in your walk in wardrobe looking for something to wear.

Tom stopped typing and got up to stretch his legs and headed to his daughter Ella’s room and saw her sat up crying he instantly strides in and pick her up.

“Oh hey sssh it’s okay what’s got daddy’s little girl all upset eh.”

Ella nuzzles into Tom’s neck. “daddy I feel sick and burning. He keeps cuddling Ella and quickly walks into their shared walk in wardrobe to see you in jeans and a purple top.

“Y/n babe I really think we should take Ella to the hospital somethings terribly wrong with her. You walk over and put a hand on Tom’s shoulder. “Tom hunny I need you to slow down and breathe our little girl has probably got the flu so best medicine for you Ella is couch and ice cream, silly daddy worrying over nothing.”

“I’m worrying over anything she said daddy I feel sick and burning what if its not the flu.” You roll your eyes “Tom phoebe’s mum said there’s a flu and sickness bug going round the school phoebe had it last Friday and she’s fine now.”

Ella looks up at Tom “daddy can we have movie and special cuddles today.”

Tom pulled out his phone and texted his assistant to say he’s off duty today as Ella is sick and the assistant texted back saying it was fine and hoped Ella gets better and to have daddy daughter day.

Tom strokes Ella’s face “of course we can have a movie day and daddy will give you all the special cuddles you need, you’re still a little hot let’s get you some calpol medicine.” As you all walk through to the living room Tom instantly sits down and cradles Ella in his arms kissing the top of her head.

You’re busy in the kitchen pouring a cap full of medicine and gets a small glass of Ella’s favourite juice then head back.

“Okay baby you drink all this medicine then here’s your juice hopefully this’ll take down the burning feeling is daddy’s cuddles helping.” You sit next to Tom and play with Ella’s hair she drinks all the calpol and then has a sip of juice and snuggles into Tom “yup daddy’s cuddles are helping mummy I still feel sick.” You softly wipe the tiny tears off her face “aww I know darling it’s a horrible bug but phoebe got better and so will you plus you get to have mummy, daddy day where we’ll watch movies eat our weight in ice cream.” You softly tickle Ella’s tummy.

“Mummy daddy always said ice cream is only for treats and if I’ve been good.”

You glance over to Tom who’s smiling.

Tom smiles at you lovingly. “That is very true i did say ice cream is only for when you’ve been good and for treats but I’m going to make an inception because your poorly so you can have as many bowls of ice cream you want just don’t actually make yourself sick.”

You put a hand on Ella’s head “mmmh the medicine seems to be taking the burning down you still feeling sick or do you wanna maybe try a tiny bowl of ice cream.”

Ella look up at Tom almost as if waiting for his permission to answer before she looked at you. “Yes please I’d like a little bit of ice cream.”

You get up and walk into the kitchen and begin making three bowls of mint chocolate chip ice cream and then walks back to sit down.

You,Ella and Tom all have bowls of ice cream and are snuggled up watching despicable me.

Tom is quietly happy because he’s missed having quality time with you and Ella instead of being in another part of the country filming when he could be at home with his two favourite girls he loves.

Ella finishes her bowl and leans to put it onto the table and instantly goes back to cuddling tom she looks up “love you daddy.”

Tom softly strokes her cheek “I love you and mummy very much.”

You check Ella’s temperature again “Mmh the burning is gone do you still feel a little sick.”

Ella shakes her head “No Mummy I’m not feeling sick but does that mean i don’t get any more of daddy’s special cuddles.”

You smile at Tom and raise a brow Tom lets out a little giggle.

“Sweetheart do you honestly think I’m gonna stop giving my other favourite girl special cuddles.”

He pull you into his arms as he’s still cuddling Ella and kisses both their heads and feels really relaxed.

You relax and feel really happy to have so quality time with you daughter and husband little did you forget but whilst tom was busy in his office and Ella was sleeping you’d sneaked into the bathroom and did a pregnancy test which came back positive.

[vilslover]

I think it should be Arlecchino for The Other Women fic<333

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The Other Women (Arlecchino x reader :) (PT 2) )

CW: mention of burning yourself on accident, I think that’s it

You where done with everything at this point so you walk to your door and swing it open. To your surprise you almost hit the 7th fatui harbinger with your door.

“Hello.” She seemed a bit stunned but continued her sentence. “You’re in charge of the missions in Liyue?”

You stare at her for a good long second. You could feel the tears drying on your cheek as you store. “I am. What do you need?”

She analyzes your expression, “are you...ok?”

“Fine. I’m fine.” You try to rub the tears off your cheek. “What do you need?” You repeat, really wanting to get her off your doorstep.

“Uh.” She didn’t seem very convinced but decided not to press. It wasn’t her business. “The files on the bank please.”

“Come in.” You leave the door open and walk quickly to the office to get the file.

You could feel eyes on your back as you looked. You where scared to even make a mistake you where being watched so hard. She was probably there for pantalone...or you where thinking to much into it. She was probably really only here for the files

“Here.” You hand her every document you have on the bank and expect her to simply leave, but no. She sat down on your couch and started carefully examining each paper.

You awkwardly sat down in front of her, “I’m Y/N, by the way let

“I know.” She didn’t even look up at you as she spoke she just read the documents.

“How do you know?”

“Well I needed to know if I was to come here.”

“Right.” You start to bounce your leg nervously, “be honest, did Pantalone send you?”

“Why would Pantalone send me?” She sounded genuinely puzzled by the question.”

“Because I’m his mistress apparently.”

She finally looked up from the document. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Do you want some tea?” You asked as if you didn’t just pounce that on her.

“Uh sure.” She nodded before going back to her work.

You get up and start the tea on the stove. You still couldn’t believe everything that happened these fast few weeks. First you learn your being cheated on, you start work from home, and now a second harbringer is sitting on your couch. You where so lost in thought you didn’t even notice the fact that you poured scorching hot water on your hand. “OW- FUCK-“

Arlecchino ran into the kitchen and looked at you, then the water on the floor, then back at you. “Are you ok? What happened?” She quickly grabbed a cloth off of the counter and put it on the spilled water before grabbing your hand. “That looks...Nasty.”

“I know!” You try to hold in tears of pain, finally crying over something that wasn’t pantalone.

“Don’t cry. It’ll be ok.” Her voice was monotone but it felt genuine. She quickly covers your hand with a rag and has you sit on the table. “It’ll probably hurt for a few days-” she brought her hand up and brushed your tears away. “But youll be ok.”

“Thank you- this is very sweet of you.” You sniffle trying really hard not to seem pathetic.

“I think I’m gonna go now..tell me if you need anything.” The offer seems bizarre and you didn’t know why she said that because you know no way to contact her. But before you could question her she walks out the door.

You walk out of the kitchen after you finally stop crying and see a piece of paper on your coffee table. She must’ve left it there. You go to examine the paper and notice an address on the paper with a little note on it. “So you can contact me -Arlecchino” now you understood what she said.

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I know this is a little short but I ran out of ideas :(( I’m sorryyyy. You can put suggestions for the story in the suggestion box thing so if you wanna I won’t complain!! I hope you enjoyed :)

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[thatboymikey]

Papa iii x male reader

Hey, everyone, I haven't posted in a while because I've been busy with school, and I've had major writers' block. so here is a little bit of angst to fluff stuff with Terzo. I really hope you enjoy there's some Italian in here and so there's translations at the bottom if you care.

words-1104

rating-pg 13

warnings- none really, I guess talk of attempted murder.

People who identify as women dni unless you want to be blocked this is an mlm blog for mlm and bi men

The flashing and the loud tune of monstrance clock rang through your ears as you watched your love Terzo perform a small smile found itself on your face, a sense of pride for the man you love. That sense would soon disappear and turn to confusion as two security guards slowly walked past you and approached him on stage promptly ending his song as you screamed for them to stop. The ghouls slowly watched as their papa got dragged off stage unaware of what was to come next. “Basta! Per favore lascia lui!” you continue as you run across the stage to stop them uncaring if you embarrass yourself all you cared about was saving Terzo. As you step to the other side of the stage to see the horrifying sight before your eyes, Terzo's head being placed between the small entrance of a guillotine, Nihil standing on the side looking slightly remorseful for what is going to happen. “Terzo mi amore” you cry yelling as you grasp his face in between your hands whipping away any stray tears along with parts of his make up. “Nihil che cazzo è questo?" you yell turning away from Terzo to stare into Nihil’s eyes “it has to be done, my youngest son is simply outgrowing the role of papa and we have a new prodigy.” he explains to you “he doesn’t have to die though” you plead with him hot tears spilling from your eyes in the process. “It is what sister wants, and what she wants ,” he says, looking down at his feet to avoid making eye contact with you or his son. “Well stop this and let me talk to her please” you beg still holding Terzo in your arms. “I’m sorry but she ordered it and I don’t think you’ll be able to reason with her.” he states now looking into your tear ridden eyes. “Let me try please for me, and for your son”. Your last attempt to reason with him seems to work as he orders the men to release Terzo from the guillotine pulling him to his feet and shoving him in your direction which leads you to promptly catch him in your arms bringing him in a tight embrace. “Grazie papa Nihil” you cry as you kiss Terzo’s face out of joy for your love has been spared. 

(At the ministry)

The second you arrived home you approached sister imperators office to reason with her about killing Terzo and the other papa’s. You reach the large wood door with her name inscribed with gold on it. You grasped the equally large door knocker letting it fall 3 times before hearing a soft yet annoyed “come in”. You enter the room embellished with gold and red details walking to her desk before sitting down. “Ah y/n what brings you here” she says with a smile. “I saw what happened to Terzo last night” you said with a bitterness in your voice “oh yes Nihil mentioned you wanted to talk to me about that” she replied her smile slowly fading as you were ready to unleash hell upon her “Why would you even think about murdering your son in such a cruel way?” you question as the memory of last night continues to play throughout your mind. “Nihil must have told you it had to be done due to our new cardinal” she replies and she stares at your eyes noticing that you’re about to begin crying again. “He does not have to be killed for a new member. I can't believe you even thought about killing him and almost went through with it.” you are practically yelling at her now. “Almost.” she replied shortly confused as to what you meant “yeah he is lucky I followed and Nihil let me save him”. You cry once again, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your cassock. “Quello fottutamente idiota” she whispered under her breath while pinching her nose bridge. “He was supposed to die last night, why did you interfere?” she questions a look of anger forming on her face. “You would think for one second I wouldn’t try to save my husband from death, I would do anything for him even if it meant my own life” you yell standing up to seem intimidating. “y/n everything works a certain way, and death is a thing that happens everyday whether it be murder or natural causes you have to realize that.” she explains calmly. “I understand the concept of death but the fact that you would be so shallow to sacrifice your youngest son for the fate of the band is frankly selfish.” you argue not being able to hold in your frustration anymore. “You’re lucky that you’re my son in law because although I am upset about the circumstances I will keep Terzo alive. But if you so much as ruin another one of the plans for the band I will not hesitate to put Terzo back into that guillotine and make things final” she compromised with a sigh. “Grazie mille sister you don’t understand how much this means to me” you say with tears streaming down your face this time they're happy tears though because you know this means Terzo has more time to live and be happy with you even if he isn’t a part of the band anymore. She dismisses you with a wave as she continues to work on her endless amount of paperwork. You dash out of the office straight into Terzo and your shared room seeing him without makeup and in a cozy purple robe. “I did it!” you yell as you run into his arms prompting him to catch you with a small falter in his step. “Cosa? amore rallenti” he says a look of confusion forming upon his face as you slowly pull out of his tight grasp to look at him. “Imperator, I reasoned with her you and your brothers are going to be okay.” you say with a smile. He processed your words for a second before smiling and bringing you in tighter, pressing small kisses into your hair and whispering thank yous. “Ti amo cosi tanto” you say, pressing a kiss on his lips.  “Ti amo anch’io” he responds before pressing another soft kiss upon your lips. - the end

Translations-

Basta! Per favore lascia(stop leave him)

Nihil che cazzo è questo?(Nihil what the fuck is this?)

Quello fottutamente idiota(that fucking idiot)

Cosa? amore rallenti(what? Love slow down)

Ti amo così tanto(I love you so much)

Ti amo anch’io(I love you too)

#the band ghost #ghost bc #papa emeritus lll #papa nihil #papa iii x reader #papa emeritus x reader #sister imperator #x reader #fluff #light angst #writer #fanfic

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Only You - Prologue

Word Count : 2306

Warnings : swearing, toxic parents

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“My name is Y/n, but everyone calls me Ivy.” She introduced herself with a wide smile, holding out her hand to the two men who are now her coworkers. The taller of the two mirrored her smile and shook her hand with excitement.

            “I’m Yunho, your future best friend.” She giggled to herself, knowing Sunflower would never let her replace her.

            “You try telling my current best friend that. She’ll have your head.” Ivy joked with him which caused the shorter of the two to stifle a laugh. Both hers and Yunho’s heads whipped to look at him, causing his face to go red.

            “I uh … I’m Yeosang.” He didn’t shake her hand. He barely looked at her, which made her feel like he already didn’t like her.

            “I can’t believe you would betray our family like this, Y/n.” Her mom said as the two sat across from each other. “What would your father say?” They both knew. They didn’t need to say it out loud, because they both knew exactly what he would say. Exactly what he would do.

            “I said I wanted an iced coffee.” The customer complained, immediately throwing the cup of freshly made hot coffee towards her. “If you can’t even make a simple fucking iced coffee, get a job elsewhere you incompetent bitch!” The yelling customer caught the attention of all the patrons sitting and enjoying their coffee. She tried to blink back her tears and remedy the situation before Yeosang got involved, knowing he wouldn’t be happy that she messed up again.

            “I am so sorry. I’ll give you a refund and make your iced coffee immediately.” She walked towards the register to take the cash out, but a hand grabbed hers and stopped her actions.

            “You will do no such thing.” Her eyes met Yeosang’s. She’s seen him upset a handful of times, mostly at her. But the look he held in his eyes this time was different. He was pissed, but he wasn’t pissed at her. His gaze was directed at the customer. “We do not condone abuse here at Wonderland Café. So I will have to ask you to leave before I call the cops.” Yeosang told the customer.

            “Are you fucking serious right now? I paid for an iced coffee. I want my fucking iced coffee.”

            “If you would have nicely told my coworker here that, we would have gladly remade your drink. Instead, you physically attacked her. So if you want an iced coffee, you’re going to have to go somewhere else. I hope I never see your face again.” She couldn’t look away from him as he calmly told this customer off. She couldn’t help the heat making its way to her cheeks, or the way her heart kept speeding up. “Follow me.” Yeosang told her softly, but she didn’t hear it over the pounding of her heart in her ears. When he noticed she didn’t follow, he walked back towards her, sliding his hand into hers, lacing their fingers, and pulling her behind him to the break room.

            “I am so sorry, Yeosang.” She cried, finally allowing the tears to roll down her cheeks. And then she felt her arms, legs, and stomach begin to burn. That’s when she noticed the coffee that was now staining her outfit. The customer had impeccable aim.

            “Don’t apologize. She didn’t order an iced coffee. She’s just a bitch.” He grabbed both of their things before popping into the owner’s office, asking for permission to take Ivy to the hospital. The owner emerged from her office; concern laced in her eyes as she gave Ivy a once over.

            “Oh dear. Please tell me it was an iced coffee.” Yeosang shook his head. “Then what are you two still doing here! Get her to an emergency room. Both of you take tomorrow and the next day off too.” She shooed them out before taking their place behind the counter.

            “You don’t have to do this. I know you don’t like me very much. I can go myself.” She reached for her stuff, but Yeosang refused to give them to her, instead tossing them into the backseat of his car before opening the passenger side door. “Yeosang.”

            “Get in the car, Ivy. I’m not letting you do this alone, okay?” She quickly obliged and got into his car. “And for the record, I don’t hate you.” He said once he got into the driver’s seat. “I just get shy around pretty girls.”

            “I’m sorry, mom.” She said, barely able to meet her mother’s eyes. Without looking, she knew the look of disappointment her mother held in her eyes.

            “Have your fun for now. But that’s all this is, okay? A fun pass time.” Ivy nodded.

            “Here’s some medication to help with the pain, and a doctor’s note for your boss saying you need a week off. I recommend that when you go back, you stay away from anything hot for at least two additional weeks.”

            “Did you hear that, Yeosang. I have to stay away from you.” She said, still loopy from the drugs they gave her to help with the pain. The doctor chuckled, telling Yeosang his girlfriend was adorable.

            “Yeah, I know.” Yeosang responded to the doctor, knowing Ivy would never remember this. “Thanks for all your help, doctor.” He carefully took Ivy’s hand and the two left the hospital. He helped her get in the car and buckle her seatbelt. As he was leaned across her buckling her seatbelt, she poked his cheek and giggle.

            “So handsome.” Yeosang felt the heat rise to his cheeks, so he quickly finished what he was doing and got into the driver’s seat. He couldn’t help but think about how cute she was like this. He wondered when things began to change. When it stopped being about how pretty she was and was about his growing feelings instead. He knew she was the only girl in the world he couldn’t have. How his dad would disown him if he ever found out he was falling for his family’s only enemy.

            “I’m going to swing by the café quickly to give the owner your doctor’s note, then I’ll drive you home.” Ivy wouldn’t look away from him, studying everything about him as he drove. He tried not to let it bother him. “Do you have someone at home to take care of you?”

            “What if I wanted you to be the one to take care of me?” She giggled. Yeosang smiled when he glanced over at her. And he knew in that moment that she had him wrapped around her finger.

            “Then I guess I’ll have to take care of you.”

            “You know I’ll have to tell your brother and father about this, right? They might not be as understanding.”

            “Wooyoung already knows.” Ivy responded before taking another bite of her food. “He found out.” She added.

            “Hey idiot! I went to the café but the giant puppy behind the counter said you had the week off!” Yeosang looked over to Ivy, wondering who this strange man walking into her house was. Has she had a boyfriend this entire time? He felt like he needed to hide. And maybe he should have, but not because he was the other man. Because the person rounding the corner into the living room where the two were, was her brother. “What the fuck, Y/n.”

            “Listen, Woo, I can explain.” She jumped up from the couch, immediately going into defense mode.

            “Why do you have so many bandages on?” Wooyoung rushed to her, inspecting her arms as best he could without hurting her. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt? I would have come to take care of you.” Yeosang stood up from where he was sitting to introduce himself to Wooyoung.

            “It was just an accident at work. Yeosang has been taking care of me, so you don’t have to worry.” Wooyoung finally noticed the other man, recognizing him immediately.

            “Don’t listen to her. It wasn’t an accident. A customer threw a cup of hot coffee at her.” Ivy shot him a look as if to tell him that Wooyoung didn’t need to know. Yeosang expected Wooyoung’s attention to go back to Ivy, but his hardened glare did not leave him. “I’m sorry if I overstepped. She asked me to stay, but now that you’re here, I can go.” Ivy wrapped her hands around one of his forearms, asking him to stay. His brain was yelling at him to leave, knowing this man had to be her brother, and he knew he recognized him. It would be the smart thing to do.

            “You said you were going to go, so get out.” But Yeosang met Ivy’s eyes. He knew she wanted him to stay. She pleaded with her eyes, and though he should leave, his heart tells him to stay. “Y/n, have you lost your mind? Did the coffee get into your brain?! Him and his family are the enemy!”

            “But I like him.” She pouted. Yeosang’s eyes widened at her sudden confession. He should have seen it coming considering the kiss they shared before Wooyoung walked in, but it still took him by surprise. “I want him, Woo.” Wooyoung looked back to his sister, his face softening at her pout.

            “I like her too.” Yeosang spoke up. “I know our families hate each other, but I promise I would never hurt her.” She looked up at him with a soft smile. Wooyoung so badly wanted to stop this from happening, but he could tell the amount of care the two held for each other.

            “You need to tell mom. If she approves, I’ll give him a chance. For now though, Kang Yeosang, get the fuck out. I will take care of my sister.”

            “Wooyoung.” He shot her a glare, and she knew she couldn’t fight him on this. “I’ll see you when I’m back at work in a couple days.” She told Yeosang, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I’m sorry.”

            “Don’t be. I’ll see you in a couple days.”

            “What was his reaction?”

            “He wasn’t happy.”

            “What a loyal son I have.” Her mother beamed as she took a sip of her drink. “You could learn from him.”

            “Let’s go on our first date after we close.” Yeosang whispered into her ear as she situated herself behind the register. She smiled at him, quickly agreeing. Yunho looked between the two of them, wondering what happened to cause such a change in the air surrounding them.

            “See you guys tomorrow!” Yunho said, waving goodbye to Ivy and Yeosang, who continued their closing duties. They softly sang along to the music and they closed, stealing glances towards each other, before finishing everything.

            Before she could go to the back to grab her things, Yeosang stopped her, grabbing her hand, and leading her to a table that was now set up with two coffees and two pastries, with a single candle in the center. “Are you okay having our date here? I can take you somewhere else if this isn’t enough. Ah geez, it’s horrible isn’t it? Fuck it, let’s go somewhere else.” She placed her hand over his lips as he tried to blow out the candle.

            “Kang Yeosang, this is absolutely the cutest thing anyone has ever done for me.” She beamed at him, causing Yeosang to blush.

            “Well then, shall we?” He pulled out a chair for her, pushing it closer to the table as she sat down. The awkward air of a first date didn’t surround them. It was comfortable. It was this moment that they both realized that they were going to fall harder than they ever have before. This was their person.

            Banging at the glass door pulled them out of their little world. Turning, they saw Wooyoung standing there with a look of anger and disappointment. “Ignore him. It’s not like he can get in anyway.” Ivy told Yeosang, hoping to continue their date. But Yeosang shook his head.

            “I don’t want him to hate me more than he already does. You should go. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

            “I actually have an appointment to check on the burns. I won’t be in until the afternoon. You’re opening with Yunho tomorrow.” Yeosang almost forgot about the burns she received two weeks previous. There were seemingly no marks on the skin he could see. But her legs did receive the brunt of the attack.

            “Okay fine, I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon. But right now, you need to go with you brother.”

            Her and her mother went their separate ways with nothing but a quickly spoken goodbye. Her mom didn’t even realize that the car she got into was driven by Yeosang. “You didn’t have to drive me, you know.” Yeosang reached over and grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together.

            “We barely get to spend time together outside of work, so I will take any opportunity to see you.” Her heart melted at how adorable he was being. He brought her hand to his lips to place a quick kiss to the back of her hand.

            “I’ll talk to Wooyoung.” She told him. He shook his head.

            “It’s okay. I know why he’s being like this. I just hope he’ll see that I meant it when I said I would never hurt you.” The words were on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to say them, but she also didn’t want to scare him. It’s only been a month since they officially started dating. How could she tell him she loved him?

            “Well, mom just gave her approval. For now anyway. And Wooyoung always keeps his word, so things are bound to change.”            

Little did they know just how much things were about to change.

#ateez imagine #ateez x reader #ateez au #ateez smau #ateez #kang yeosang imagine #kang yeosang x reader #kang yeosang au #kang yeosang smau #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho

[randomoranges]

been having some complicated feelings with my writing. it’s been hard to find the motivation to write. en tout cas. had this idea since last year. it’s very short but whatever. it’s a thing that is done instead of another incomplete project.

Y fait chaud dans l’métro/It’s Getting Hot in Here

 Étienne opens the door to his class after hearing the familiar toc-toc toc toc and before he can even say anything, Edward breezes by and makes his way towards the couch in the back of the class, where he lets himself fall on it with a groan. Étienne locks the door behind him and follows him back to the couch, already amused by his antics.

“It is so fucking hot. I’m drenched and it’s barely noon.” Edward bemoans. He pulls away his shirt to attempt to get a breeze going, but it doesn’t seem to do much. Étienne takes pity on him and heaves one of the two fans towards him. It may only push hot air around, but it’s better than nothing. “How hot is it in here anyways?” He asks as a distraction, while Étienne brings over the second fan, getting some sort of wind tunnel going around him.

“Twenty-eight degrees and seventy-two percent humidity.” He reads off from CO2 reader on the wall.

Edward groans and curses at the same time. “It’s thirty-one up in mine. It’s a boiler. It honestly feels like there’s a wall of heat.”

Étienne gives him a sympathetic pat on the back and joins him on the couch. Even though he has a higher tolerance for the heat, even he has to admit that this is ridiculous.

“I swear to God, if you even attempt to sit any closer to me or cuddle, I will push you away and then melt on this couch.” Edward warns and Étienne knows better than to do any of that, so he stays where he is and opens the lunchbox Edward had brought along. He rummages through it and takes out the carrots before nibbling on one. He’s not hungry – the heat always cuts his appetite but he makes an effort before Edward can call him out on it.

“You know, when I first moved to this godforsaken city, I thought people who had air conditioners were exaggerating and weak.” Edward says as he tears into one of the sandwiches from the lunchbox.

Étienne chuckles, remembering hearing such a comment. He also remembers Edward insisting on putting a unit in their bedroom when they moved in together, but he makes no mention of it, “And now?”

“And now I wonder why this godforsaken government hasn’t started putting them in these old as hell schools.”

“Because they’re too comfortable in their air-conditioned offices and out of touch with reality.” Their own principal and most of the administrative staff in the school has a unit in their office. They don’t obviously, because it would be too complicated or too costly, or some other bullshit excuse. But, it’s okay if the kids and the staff suffer day in and day out. Not that it has any effect on them, really. Or the kids. Or their concentration.

Edward looks at him and manages a stifled laugh. “You know, I think that even without the air-conditioning and the heatwave they’d still be out of touch with reality.” He takes a long swig of water and tries to peel himself away from the back of the couch. “For the record, I also thought you were out of touch with reality when you suggested we get a pool.”

Étienne recalls that conversation fondly. He’d held his bit and eventually, Edward had come around. Now, it almost seems as though Edward gets more use out of the pool than he does.

“And now?” Étienne prods gently.

“Now I think you were gifted with future vision and you knew in what a miserable state I’d be in, languishing in this suppressive heat.”

“You’re welcome,” He teases. “I gather you’ll be going for a swim when we get home?”

“You bet your ass I am. Hell, I might just even jump in fully clothed. Or not. It’s all up for debate.”

“I look forward to seeing what you decide.” Étienne tells him from the lip of his own water bottle.  

FIN

#pc: montreal #pc: edmonton #edward murphy #étienne maisonneuve #au #ficlet #teacher au

[dancingbabya-notes]

Little engineer

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You can call me cringe all you want you're the one reading this I just wrote it. and If I'm cringe for having an imagination blame the system

anyway Kirishima x oc (no I did not spell that word wrong)

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I was used to every day being an adventure especially when you attend UA, but when a red-haired boy burst into my classroom, I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Is Midoriya-san in this classroom?” the boy gasps looking over the classroom

“What do you need her for?” Sensei asks turning his attention to the other student.

“Her brother is in the infirmary; it was really serious this time.”

“Go, your make up work will be on your desk,” sensei states shooing me away.

I quickly scramble to get to the door and follow the red-haired boy taking a quick bow before scurrying out the door. Running after him I found that it wasn’t all that crowded, but we almost slipped when Present Mic sensei told us to stop running in the halls.

“Yes sir,” we both nodded as we instead fast-walked to the infirmary.

At the door my hand seems to stop just before the handle, my body froze in place staying behind the tallboy. He seemed to notice quickly and turned to look at me.

“Why? Why does he keep getting hurt?” I feel the familiar sting of tears as my voice cracks.

He just stands there and soon the hot tears are sliding down like a waterfall from my eyes.

He chuckles awkwardly. “Only a Midoriya can cry like that.”

“How did he get hurt?” I mumble through the tears.

“Bakugou well he was being too rough and…” he pauses. “That is a very scary look on your face Midoriya.”

I huff wiping the tears from my eyes. “Oh really, I wouldn’t know. Kacchan has been a pain in the ass for a long time now.”

“What?”

“He’s done nothing but pick on us for our entire lives, Izuku wasn’t unable to use his quirk until recently and he always teased him for being quirkless. But his attitude was what boils my blood the most.”

“Woah come on I’m sure that Midoriya is awake. Wait no, I haven’t asked but what is your first name?”

“Hisako, just call me that from now on.”

“Well, he’s in there.”

With a small nod I walk into the infirmary, my brother was lying in a bed covered in bandages.

“Oh, Midoriya-san. I think your brother is going to need help on the way home today,” Recovery girl smiles sweetly to me.

I send her a smile and bow slightly. “Um, I’m sorry that he troubles you so often.”

“I’m the school nurse that’s my job,” she shrugs.

“Not as much as you see him, please let me know the next time he’s in here,” I ask.

She sends a small nod. “Could I trouble you and Kirishima to mind the office for a moment? I need to go grab some things; I’ll be back as quick as I can.”

“I don’t mind, Aizawa sensei canceled the rest of class so everyone could rest,” the red-haired boy replies.

I nod as well and wave a little bit as she walks away. Taking slow steps toward the bed and just by my brother’s face when he makes eye contact with me, I know that my face doesn’t have the happiest expression.

“Hisako, there’s steam coming out of your mouth,” Izuku points out as I frown more.

I huff. “Oh really, I wonder why? Maybe it’s because my idiot twin brother has possibly broken his limbs again for whatever reason, I will never know.”

“I didn’t mean to get hurt, I’m just not used to my quirk yet,” he whimpers.

My vision is clouded. “Why couldn’t you have dad’s quirk or mom’s quirk or gotten it sooner? You basically get hurt every day, I don’t know if I should be surprised when you end up in the infirmary or the hospital.”

Kirishima awkwardly stands by the door.

“Hisako, please stop crying. You’re gonna flood the infirmary,” he pleads.

Taking a moment to calm down I sit down on the ground by the bed. My jaw ached as I clenched it shut, but I almost screamed when I was off the ground.

“We are going to wait in the hall for Recovery Girl to return,” Kirishima sighs as he walks out the door.

I look up at him confused as he keeps walking. “We’re not waiting by the door, are we?”

“I just watched you cry twice, and the second time was enough to almost flood the room.”

Shaking my head, I try to break free of his arms.

“Don’t do that or you’re gonna fall.”

“You expect me to sit in your arms?”

An all too familiar voice interrupts. “Hisako when did you stop wearing shorts under your uniform?” Asks the ash-blond about to walk out the door.

I cover my face. “That is the last question that I have ever expected you to ask, Kacchan.”

“I only noticed cause your shorts were always longer than your skirts.”

“Are you sexually harassing this girl, Bakugou?” a new voice interrupts [our conversation].

“She’s Deku’s damn sister,” Kacchan frowns.

Kirishima puts me on my feet and holds me steady. “I thought while we wait for Midoriya to recover a little bit she could sit in the classroom with us.”

“I’m going home, those two idiots should go home too,” Kacchan scoffs as he walks away.

Not paying him any mind as he walks away. “He’s right. I should go and collect my work and my bag.”

“Wait, you’re Midoriya’s sister?”

“Yes, last time I checked?”

“You look so much like him.”

“We are twins.”

“What’s he like at home?”

“Normal, what am I supposed to say?”

“How about we all sit in the classroom instead of making her stand out here,” Kirishima suggests pushing into the classroom gently.

The others comply and I find myself sitting at a desk surrounded by people.

“I have become a spectacle indeed,” I mumble shaking my head a little bit.

“You have really long hair,” someone points out.

“If I cut it my hair curls as much as Izuku’s,” I sigh.

When can I get ready to leave?

“Did you know about his quirk before we started high school?” the boy who had asked Kacchan if he was harassing me asks, he had blond hair and a little black mark in it.

I shake my head. “No, I didn’t know.”

“What is your quirk by the way?” Kirishima asks.

I raise a brow. “Hmm, I can breathe fire. So far, it’s only a red flame and a blue flame, it comes in handy when I’m working. And I can attract objects to me kind of like telekinesis if you want to call it.”

“So that’s why Midoriya was worried when smoke was coming out of your mouth,” Kirishima nods.

I shake my head. “No, I have a bad habit of literally blowing off steam when I’m angry.”

“She gets angry too often if you ask me,” Kacchan hisses as he throws a bag at me.

“Thanks, cranky pants,” I stick out my tongue.

Fixing my backpack, I look over at Kirishima. “By the way, I forgot to thank you, Kirishima.”

“Not a problem,” he laughs a bit sitting down.

“I have a vague idea of who everyone is, Izuku’s hero tracking notes always have really good pictures inside it. Mine can’t exactly match his but I gave him one on my class,” I chuckle a little. “From whom I can see Aoyama-san, Yaoyorozu-san, Uraraka- san, and Iida-san are here. And Denki is the one who asked if Kacchan was harassing me.”

“I wasn’t harassing you, usually you wear your damn shorts under your skirts,” Kacchan rolls his eyes.

“How would you know that Bakugou?” Kirishima asks.

He huffs. “She climbs trees too often, why do you have to be the one to get the cat anyway?”

“Because you might blow it up,” I shake my head putting the bag on the ground.

“What do you have in there?” Yaoyorozu asks.

I feel my cheeks heat up. “Um projects in progress. I’m trying to transfer to the support class because at first, I was trying to get into the hero course. Since I got placed in general studies, I thought I’d ask for a transfer after the sports festival.”

“You’re still making support items?”

“You act like we haven’t known each other for years.” I roll my eyes.

Placing the bag down I open it to look inside. “Damnit,” Pulling the smashed box out I frown. “No matter how many times I tell you not to throw my things you do it anyway.”

“Not my problem,” he waves off.

I frown at the broken contraption and sigh. “I made stuff for Izuku, but he never uses my support items.”

“What kind have you made?” Yaoyorozu asks looking at the box in my hand.

“In general, or for Izuku?” I ask looking down.

“You mainly make stuff for that damn Deku,” Kacchan hisses.

I raise a brow. “I made you plenty of things, but you find a way to blow everything up. You know how hard it is for someone to just get things that are nitroglycerine proof?”

“What have you made for Bakugou?”

“Can I tell em?” I mumble as he glares. “Well, I’m going to say it anyway. Sometimes Kacchan gets sensory overload, so I made glasses to first block his vision. The glasses had a sensor that read the rate in his heart to see if it’s irregular. One time I made him gloves to store some of the sweat from his gloves when we were in elementary school. He blew them up because he didn’t think to empty them. I made a mask to protect other’s when my fire breath was out of control, he got it caught in his backpack and you know what happened to that.”

“Wow.” Someone nods.

“We knew Bakugou was explosive, but we didn’t realize it was to that extent,” Kirishima laughs.

I take a glance at the time on my phone. “Could I have my brother’s bag if we get home too late my mother will worry?”

“That’s right,” Kirishima grabs my brother’s bag and walks toward the door. “Come on. I can help you two home.”

Raising a brow, I follow after and notice the second bag in his hand. “This isn’t going to cause an inconvenience is it?”

“No of course not,” he laughs.

I can feel Kacchan glaring daggers into my back. Walking slowly to the infirmary I find that my face sours as we get there.

“Hisa, what’s wrong?” Izuku frowns,

“Nothing don’t worry about it,” I roll my eyes as he sits up.

“Don’t make faces like that Hisako, he didn’t mean to get hurt like that,” Kirishima adds as he ruffles my hair.

This makes the buns in my hair loosen and I cover my face as the sections of hair roll out. The top part of my hair was significantly shorter than the bottom half so it curled like Izuku’s, I would put in the buns to keep from letting anyone see it.

“I didn’t know that was going to happen, I’m sorry.” Kirishima apologizes trying to look at my face through my hands.

“Let’s just get started going home,” I sigh as I shake my head.

Izuku wasn’t aware at first why Kirishima was with me, but when his legs refused his weight it became clear.

“Wait, we can wait a little bit longer before going home I don’t wanna bother Kirishima-kun,” brother mutters.

I roll my eyes. “I told mom that we are having a friend come by, also she texted me a little bit ago worried about why we aren’t back yet.”

“That settles that,” Kirishima grins. “I’ll carry you on my back.”

The only way I could explain the walk home was very embarrassing, to avoid any odd looks we walked all the way home. Once at the door I had to figure out where my bag was since I was the one holding everyone’s bags, I almost cried as I opened the door.

“You’re back, um welcome thank you for taking care of my kids,” mom smiles as Kirishima walks in with Izuku on his back.

“Not a problem ma’am, Midoriya is taking care of me more than I am him,” Kirishima smiles able to take off his shoes quickly.

“Izu got hurt during training, I don’t know what happened. That’s really all I know,” I sigh placing my shoes on the rack.

Mom pulls me into a small hug. “How was school?”

I place the bags down gently and slowly produce the small device from earlier. “Kacchan broke it again, how am I supposed to return something that he keeps breaking?!”

“You can fix it again, can’t you?” she asks a bit worried.

“Yeah, but I hate asking for money to buy the parts,” I grumble as we walk to Izuku’s room.

“You can help him in there, he has crutches for this exact reason,” I mumble.

Kirishima nods and puts my very quiet brother down. “It’s like a fanboy paradise in here.”

I shake my head and walk to my room about to close the door I almost jump when a hand stops me.

“What are you doing?”

“I was curious about what your room looked like,” he states.

“Let me change then you can invade my workshop,” I grumble trying to close the door.

Surprisingly he lets go of the door and I shut it locking it as I turn to look at the mess of old projects. Thanks to the slowly increasing time that Izuku was spending in hospitals or the infirmary I found that it was harder to keep up with all the things piling on my desk. Removing the school uniform, I pull a shirt and pair of shorts on, hoping to train a little bit before dinner.

Opening the door, I look around to see if he waited by the door, not finding the smiling red head I walk to Izuku’s room. “Hey, you can look now, it’s nothing special.”

“Sweet, I’ve been pretty curious about what you two were like since I met Midoriya,” Kirishima smiles.

“Don’t see why, we’re normal people like everyone else,” I mutter.

Izuku looks down then back up at me. “Hey, what happened after you left the infirmary?”

“We went to your classroom, Kacchan was looking up my skirt and then everyone asked questions. Nothing different from normal, this is the first time that we’ve been in separate classes,” I point out leaning on the doorway.

He seems to take a double take before asking. “Kacchan looked up your skirt?”

“Your classmate thought I was too teary eyed to walk on my own, Kacchan asked why I didn’t have my shorts like usual,” I sigh. “I’m going back to my room.”

Walking into the room I notice that the male was carefully inspecting the things on my desk.

“You know, you can touch the stuff. It won’t break easily, I’ve learned my lesson when it comes to that,” I state.

“Well I mean I was just looking; it wouldn’t be very right for me to touch your things without permission,” he nods.

Walking the room, I take a seat on my bed and raise a brow. “So, do you know how to get home from here, or do you need help?”

“Well it wouldn’t very heroic of me to lie, I am at a complete loss when it comes to getting home from here.” He admits rubbing the back of his hair.

I pick up my phone and quickly press the contact at the top. I wait a few rings before hearing a click.

“What the hell do you want you damn nerd? I told you to lose my number a long time ago,” hisses the voice on the other side.

I frown. “Kacchan, Kirishima is at our house and doesn’t know how to get back you think you could help me direct him in the right direction.”

He’s quiet, Kirishima raises a brow.

“You remember how to get to my house?”

“Duh, your mom invited me to make cookies with my mom later this week,” I roll my eyes getting off the bed and waving my hand for Kirsihima to follow.

“Then why didn’t you bring that Damn shitty hair here?” he growls.

I pout. “I’m on my way now. Not like you came to visit much since you moved.”

“I’m not visiting you fucking nerds.”

With that the phone hangs up and I look back at the tall boy.

“I’ll take you to Kacchan’s house and he can help you from there.” I smile.

Walking toward the front door I see mom making dinner, and it seems like the movement toward the door is an indication for her to pay attention to us.

“Where are you going?” she asks not bothering with any fluff.

“I’m taking Kirishima to Kacchan’s house, so he can help him home,” I mumble looking at her. “I hardly go out as much as Izuku, I barely know how to get anywhere other than the second-hand parts store.”

She frowns. “It’s the first time that you brought a friend over I thought that he could have dinner.”

“Do you want to stay for dinner?” I turn to him.

“As long as I’m not being a burden,” he smiles.

“Dinner will be ready in a little bit, just wait a little bit longer,” she smiles.

I lead Kirishima back to Izuku’s room and frown. “I’m sorry. I hope we aren’t bothering you or anything.”

“What happened Hisa?”

“Kirsihima’s staying for dinner.”

“It’s really alright, I’ll just stay at Bakugou’s house if it gets too late.” Kirishima suggests.

I look at my phone and sigh. “Speaking of which I should text him so he doesn’t wait outside, hopefully we can get you home before Kacchan goes to sleep.”

“What do you mean?”

“Kacchan goes to sleep early, he gets up before the sun for training usually. And in turn he sleeps really early, he’s also not one for getting up late,” I sigh.

“How did you know that?” Kirishima’s confused voice reaches my ears as I start to type.

“He and I dated for a little bit,” I state as I send the text.

Izuku looks at me blankly. “Wait when did that happen?”

“A little bit during middle school,” I reply as a message flashes on screen. “Remember that small window of time where Kacchan left you alone, I was why.”

“How come you broke up?”

“He’s more like an overprotective brother, more so than you,” I sigh.

Taking a seat at the desk I frown.

“I feel like I learned something that I shouldn’t, or would have been better off not knowing,” Kirishima leans against the door.

“I would have told Izu, but I was sworn to secrecy and forgot after for a little bit,” I explain.

Both boys look at me. “That doesn’t even make any sense.”

“Kid’s dinner’s ready,” Mom’s voice catches us off guard.

Izu is helped to the table by Kirishima and I follow after. My phone starts to ring at the table and mom sends me a pointed look.

“Hisa don’t you dare answer that,” she orders.

I nod and we start to eat, mom made curry. This was supposed to be my day to cook, but with coming home late and having to entertain a guest, I had forgotten. Kirishima was respectful the entire time. Walking him to Kacchan’s house lead to my ear almost being blown off.

“Why the hell would you wait so long to bring him over here?”

“Mom made him stay for dinner, sorry that I can’t get mad at my mom like you do yours,” I push the looming blond away from me.

“Come on you two you got along at one point, there is no point in waking up the entire neighborhood for something like this. Just let’s get ready to go,” Kirishima states.

“You’re spending the night, the old hag won’t let me walk to the station this late,” Kacchan huffs.

I nod at the both of them and start walking back.

“Wait we can’t let her walk back on her own,” Kirsihima calls as I take a small glance back.

Pulling out a candy in my pocket I eat it and look back to the two. Blowing a large flame in Kacchan’s direction I begin on my way back to the house.

“She can handle herself,” Kacchan spits as I round the corner, and continue to walk.

Classes were going alright, I got approved for the transfer and I was in the support course in the next year. I was to keep producing support items for as many people as would ask. Sadly, since I wasn’t very well displayed during the sports festival no one knew about me. Sitting in the workshop after classes one day I fixed the mask carefully.

“Hey Hisako,” A cheery voice startles me, and I look back to the male.

“Oh, hi Kirshima,” I nod as I fix the last screw.

“What are you working on?”

“Just a few adjustments and it should be finished,” I smile.

I hand the mask over to him and wait for him to put it on. Raising a careful brow, he puts it on, with the mask on it didn’t look like much had changed.

“What is it supposed to do?” he asks as a sonic wave booms out.

“I asked Present mic from one of his old support items, I made it lighter and the feedback lower. It can help with other’s with similar quirks as him,” I sit up a bit straighter. “I haven’t really been able to make anything for anyone else since no one has asked me for anything.”

He looks at the mask before taking it off and nods. “Would you be able to make it smaller? I know someone who would benefit from it greatly.”

Looking at the mask I nod and turn off the power before I quickly pull the small pieces apart and lay it on the table. “Smaller, I can try to do that. Anything else?”

“How about kind of softer,” he adds.

“I’ll work on it.”

With this task I finished by the end of the week. I texted Kirishima that it was finished. When he came to the workshop, he brought someone else with him.

“Hello, my name is Midoriya Hisako,” I introduce to the tall person.

He’s silent.

“She made something for you. Midoriya told me a bit about your quirk Koji. Hisako, his sister was toying with one of Present Mic’s old support items and made it lighter and smaller,” Kirishima states as he presents my Frankenstein.

He looks to me then back at Kirishima.

“You can take it if you like, not many people have asked me to make anything for them. If it helps that’s all I really hope for. If not just return it,” I shrug as I slide off my chair and start sifting through my box.

I pull the small box that Kacchan had destroyed and pull the pieces apart to account for what needed to be replaced and what could be fixed. I heard footsteps leave, assuming that both had left I pull my cellphone out of my pocket and press play.

“What are you working on now?” Kirishima’s voice makes me jump.

Placing a hand on the table to stabilize myself and switch off the pull I chuckle. “I broke something a long time ago, but Kacchan keeps breaking it so I’ve never been able to return it. It was my dad’s, but he hasn’t been around.”

Kirishima seems to take a seat next to me as I sort through the pieces and place the ones that need a replacement to the side. It wasn’t long before he tapped my shoulder.

“We gotta leave soon.”

“Right,” I pull the contraption back together and put it back before grabbing my backpack.

“Want me to walk you to the station?”

“I’m a big girl I can handle myself, I appreciate the offer though,” I pull the strap on my bag tight as I walk to my locker.

After changing my shoes, I feel a hand on my waist.

“Where you are going?”

“What’s it matter to you?”

“Just wondering a cutie like you walking around so late in the evening,”

I considered the consequences for blowing fire into his face. “I’m headed for a date with my boyfriend.”

“I don’t see anyone that fits that bill, maybe I could be a stand in.”

Pointing to the redhaired male that is walking for the gate I try to break his grip and walk over.

“Looks like he’s leaving without you,”

“Kiri!” I call to the male.

My face is pulled with discomfort and before I have time to react Kirishima walks over and pulls me from the boy’s grip effortlessly.

“I’m a third-year, you can’t do that,”

“She looked rather uncomfortable,”

Kirishima keeps me to his side and I nod a little bit.

“She’s not worth my time anyway. I don’t chase after girls already with someone.” Huffs the male as he walks away.

Kirishima looks back at me and raises a brow. “What was that about?”

“I don’t know, but I owe you one,” I let go of the breath I had been holding tightening my bag.

“I’m gonna walk you home, that way we can make sure that you get there.”

“I don’t wanna inconvenience you again. I can walk home on my own,”

He sends me a pointed look before he follows. Once at the train station I considered sending him away, but he was already following me. On the train car it was a little bit crowded, to try and combat that I squished myself to a corner. An odd jolt made it hard to stand, Kirishima was there to brace my stance.

“You didn’t have to,” I point out.

“I did though.”

The rest of the ride was quiet

#kirishima x oc #this will never be finished #a's drafts #bnha x oc

[daystar-daydreamer]

The First Night in Central

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“Why didn’t you call for me, Brother?” Alphonse asked.

Edward’s words caught in his throat. Because you’re too good for me. Because everything is my fault and the least I deserve is a little pain. Because I lost nothing compared to you. Because I’m your big brother; I should be the caretaker.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” he finally blurted out.

Edward crammed the last of the little clothing he had packed and looked at the old clock hanging on the wall. It was twelve in the morning. Granny would’ve been screaming at him to go to sleep over an hour ago.

His heart clenched. It was strange, how he could miss something he’d once found so annoying.

As he padded out of the tiny bedroom to the even tinier bathroom, he peeked into the only slightly larger sitting room. Alphonse was still sitting in a corner that had been sunny hours ago, a book open and looking like a toy in his huge hands.

Something inside him twisted. He would’ve given anything to switch places with poor Alphonse. He’d lost everything, but all the blame lay on Edward.

As Edward brushed his teeth, rain started to drum on the roof. He sighed. He used to like rain, but now, the change in pressure made his ports hurt.

But what could he do but go to bed? He had to get up early to go into the office the next day. He went to give Alphonse a pat and a kiss on his helmet. “I love you, Al,” he murmured.

“I love you too, Brother,” Alphonse said.

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It was still dark when Edward woke up. His stumps ached horrifically, and every tiny movement sent wave after wave of searing pain crashing through his body.

He curled into a ball and tears pricked his eyes. He bit down as hard as he could to keep himself from crying out.

Al had it worse, he couldn’t feel anything at all. The least Edward could do was not bother him with his own pain.

With every stab of agony, it grew harder to keep quiet. Tears burned Edward’s eyes, and he tried to choke them back. He didn’t deserve to cry when it was all his fault that Alphonse couldn’t…

–

What felt like hours later, the door creaked open. Edward tried to pull the blanket over his face, and a jolt of pain rippled through his body like electricity. He clenched his jaw to keep from crying out.

“Brother?” There came the clanking of Alphonse approaching, then he lifted the covers. Edward shuddered against another flash of pain. “Brother!” Alphonse gasped.

He wrapped Edward in the blanket and scooped him up. He rushed out to the kitchenette, where he lit the stove and held his hands over the fire for a few moments.

Alphonse peeled the blanket from Edward’s ports and placed a hand over each one. The leather of his gauntlets was almost hot, and the pain slowly subsided under his touch. “Better?”

Edward nodded.

“Why didn’t you call for me?”

Edward’s words caught in his throat. Because you’re too good for me. Because everything is my fault and the least I deserve is a little pain. Because I lost nothing compared to you. Because I’m your big brother; I should be the caretaker.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” he finally blurted out.

“It’s not a bother to help you, Brother.” Alphonse tucked the blanket over Edward’s ports and held his hands over the stove again.

When he had warmed Edward’s ports, he got up, put Edward onto the chair, and went into the main room. Alphonse returned a moment later with one of the cushions that made up the back of the sofa. He set it in his lap and put Edward on it.

“Is this more comfortable?”

Edward nodded.

Alphonse held his hands over the stove again. “If your ports hurt again, I’ll be right here to warm them up.”

A smile twitched at Edward’s lips. He wriggled his flesh arm out of his cocoon and reached up to pat Alphonse’s face. “Oh, Al… What did I ever do to deserve you?”

#edward elric #Alphonse Elric #fanfiction #fma fanficion #Fullmetal Alchemist #elric bros #My writing #writing

[observethewalrus]

It’s totally normal to break down sobbing in a bathroom stall at work because you’re being made to go to your parents house for the weekend right guys??? I’m fine. Completely fine.

#does anyone else get that thing where there’s one major anxiety trigger #and while you’re panicking other little things which are usually just annoying #also start triggering you? #look trigger number 1 is my mother threatening me about coming to them for Father’s Day and July 4th #but I’m sitting here almost in tears because it’s hot in the office #and because people are loud #and because there are bugs but like OF COURSE there are it’s summer #these always bother me but I’m having to stop myself from breaking down in front of people rn #fuck #personal

[falling-pages]

Bend the Knee: Kyoya x Reader

Thanks @ouranbound for the idea <3

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“I fear I’ve been so busy planning our future that I did not give time to notice how they were exploiting your present."

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Sometimes Kyoya's betrothed needs help adjusting from their commoner life to one of splendor.

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Kyoya Ootori x gn! Reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship, arranged marriage, Commoner! Reader

Warnings: None

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“Quit.”

“What?”

“Quit. You complain about that job every night, so just resign.”

You sit up on the couch, gasping to even begin to make the young heir understand how preposterous his words were. He barely even noticed, just kept his eyes glued to his novel as you were having a crisis. Just another normal Tuesday in this household. “I can’t quit just like that, without two weeks’ notice.”

“The other employees did.”

“But I’m their best,” you scramble, “I can’t bail while they’re still looking for two more people.”

Kyoya scoffed, licking his fingertip and turning a page. “Is that how they treat their best? Overworked and underpaid? They don’t sound like very good bosses to me.”

“It’s not that, it’s…”

It was that. It was exactly that, which made his smug smile all the more frustrating, igniting that fire under your nails to just punch his lights out. But then you’d have to admit it’s bothering you, and he would win, and even though you were engaged to marry this man, you just couldn’t have that.

You ran your hands through your hair, dropping back down onto the couch. His office futon wasn’t comfortable in the slightest, perhaps to discourage relaxation during work hours, but it’s what you dealt with in order to spend time with him in the evenings, a change you would certainly implement once your name was on the deed and in the will--a revamp of his working space was imperative.

But you supposed you couldn’t complain. It was your little life together, where he manages a multi-billion dollar empire and you whine about your job, where he pretends to not pay attention while you spill your guts. What was the sense in commenting when he knew you wouldn’t take his advice?

“I’ve worked hard for this position,” you settle on, closing your eyes and letting your brain do the work. “I’ve climbed the ladder and gotten promotions and I used to feel so important, and it isn’t my dream job, sure, but I’ve enjoyed the process.”

“Then it’s time to move on to something different,” he suggests, and his tone is softer than usual, though still careful to sound detached. “You know I have more than enough money to provide for you and our family someday. Is that not enough?”

You open your eyes when the voice sounds closer, right above you, and you see him kneeling down beside you on the couch. You start to sit up, but he pushes you back down, helping you stretch out your spine, shake out the stresses in your limbs. And when he takes your hand, drawing his long fingers over the arch of your wrist and against your palm, you were startled to see him at eye-level.

Kyoya Ootori bent his knee to no one except you, and only once, when he slipped that pretty gold ring on your finger. But here where you lay, your faces were on the same level, and you felt like an equal.

“The world I come from isn’t black and white, Kyoya,” you say, as he strokes the back of your knuckles. Such tenderness was seldom seen from him, but you revel in it, grasp onto it with dirty fists and brazen recklessness. To have him so attentive to your needs and listening to you was rare. It was a privilege, a standard you would soon be held to, as well. “To be just...launched into fame because my dad won the lottery is hard, I still need to adjust. It can all be gone in a second, so I can’t just drop something. I can’t...sever the safety net. They need me to keep the place afloat, and even as tough as it has been, I can’t leave on such bad terms. They need me. Just for a little bit longer.”

He sighs your name like the afterthought of a prayer, settling his other hand beside you on the couch. His fingers dig into every indentation, as if joining your discovery of its stiff cushions. The sheen in his glasses signaled he’d look into it, but there were more pressing matters to attend to at the moment.

He remained silent, odd for a man with all the answers, but he continued to look at you, not like he was trying to drill a hole through your head, but like you were a puzzle he was just beginning to figure out.

“Have I really been so absent, my love?” he whispered, raising his hand to your face. One finger stroked along your cheek, slowly, lulling you into peace. “I fear I’ve been so busy planning our future that I did not give time to notice how they were exploiting your present. Please, forgive me.”

All of the air was knocked out of your chest as his gentle words, so soft that you almost didn’t recognize him. When your parents betrothed you, and when you fell in love with him, agreed to marry him, even, you knew that he would always be an Ootori, with every string attached. You were ready for the challenge, ready to be with this man no matter what--but his sudden kindness was unexpected, the poetic words unfamiliar in your ears.

“Kyo, you think I wouldn’t forgive you?” you ask, taking off his glasses.

He let you, and when you set them on the nearby stand, his dark eyes glittered with something you had never seen before. Deeper than love, deeper than compassion, a feral protectiveness mixed with sadness skating across his face. It was so rare you saw him without this shield of his, you had almost forgotten how his eyes were like galaxies, like the murky night sky, expansive, swallowing everything in its path.

“If I had been suffering so, I wouldn’t forgive my partner had they not noticed,” he said.

“I’m not suffering...”

“Mmm-mm.” He shuttered your lips closed with his finger, and you couldn’t help but return the affection and press a kiss to it. He smiled, softly, and you thought about how long it had been since you had seen that smile, and how long it had been since he’s seen yours, too.

“I know I’m not the best at expressing my feelings,” he said, and when you snorted, he rolled his eyes and leaned away. “See, this is exactly why.”

You leaned up and kissed his cheek, giggling. The feeling was foreign in the pit of your chest, drumming near your spine. “I’m sorry. Please, continue.”

“Thank you.” He cleared his throat, softly wiping where you had kissed him, a repetitive, soothing motion. “I’m not the best at expressing my feelings. I’ve been raised to think that if you throw money at something, it will go away. It’s a powerful position to hold, knowing you can change everyone’s fates on a whim, but…” he swallowed, breaking eye contact, and you felt his energy shift into something vulnerable. “But you changed that. You make me feel...you make me feel. And at first I didn’t like it. I loved you, but I didn’t like what you did to me. I didn’t like how you made my world shift off-balance, until I realized my world was no longer my family’s company or stocks or what other stiffs thought of me. It was you.”

You tried to lean up and kiss him, but he grabbed your hands and held them in his own. “Please, let me finish, I want...I want you to know. We’ve been betrothed for so long, but I’d like to think we were only truly engaged when I bowed to you with that ring.”

“Okay,” you breathed, shallowly, taking it in, squeezing his hands to help him along.

“Because that took everything in me,” he continued, and his voice shook, his hands shook, and all you wanted was to gather him in your arms and hold him till he relaxed. “I was raised as a superior, but I’m not. Not with you. You are my equal, and I love you, and there’s no future with us if I can’t look beyond my own problems to see yours.”

Your stomach quelled in light of his confession. The life of luxury and fame you had so recently come to know was a blur compared to his childhood swathed in privilege. Only six years ago you were waiting tables to save up for college when your dad bought a lottery ticket for the hell of it. Now you were attending charity balls and engaged to the son of the richest man on earth.

He took a shaky breath and kissed your forehead, seeming to only find the courage once his lips met your skin.

“I notice. I swear I do,” he said. “I tried to act disinterested when you vent to me because it was a protection, it was a way to stay cold, because that was all I ever saw from my mother and father. They were separate people who happened to live in the same house. That’s not us. I’m not my father. I swear I notice. I notice your tired eyes and your tense shoulders and your fake smile and I want to fix it, but I don’t know how, so I clam up. I shut down. And I’m sorry. I truly am, my darling. I don’t know how you put up with me.”

It was an absolute miracle that you could even breathe at the end of his speech, panting almost as heavily as he was. And when you leaned forward to kiss him, this time he didn’t object, but pulled you even closer, shrouding your body with his, his sharp scent overwhelming your senses, clouding the air around you, even when there was no distance between you. His mouth was hot with passion, yet reserved, and though it wasn’t the first time you kissed, it was the first time you thought he meant it when he told you he loved you.

“Kyoya, I love you,” you whisper against his lips. “I have for so long. I wouldn’t have stayed with you if I didn’t, no matter what our parents said.” He laughed, nipping your bottom lip lightly. “And I don’t want you to change for me. You’re under so much pressure, I understand why you act like you do. But our home isn’t Wall Street. My heart isn’t some business bargaining chip. You don’t need to fight your nature to love me. It’s one and the same.” One of his tears splashes down onto your face. “So just see me. Love me. Choose to be vulnerable. I promise it won’t scare me off.”

“I will. I promise.”

He kissed you again, burning his brand against your tongue, hard like a handshake to know he meant it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, like you were breathing the same air, using the same lungs, the same heart beating in tandem.

When you let go, his forehead remained pressed against yours. His eyes were slightly open, watching you, eyelashes fluttering against your skin. He was so soft, like this. You wanted to hold him forever.

“Come to bed with me,” you whisper, trailing a hand through his hair. “I just want to spend time with you.”

He kissed your forehead, rubbing his nose against yours in compliance. “I’ll spend all the time in the world with you, beloved,” he sighed, capturing your lips once more. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

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Kofi

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