#i feel like a broken record crying about it but like. bro it's almost been a year since what has been my biggest loss so far. what the fuck.

[pheonix-inside]

Help I just saw a sad video about grief of my Twitter feed and now I'm crying I'm supposed to be getting ready for bed

#my mom's most likely asleep so i dont wanna bother her for a hug #and i dont wanna call my dad bc i dont really need to talk i just need to cry it out #but damn i really miss some people #i feel like a broken record crying about it but like. bro it's almost been a year since what has been my biggest loss so far. what the fuck. #how do i process that #i miss this person so much and i feel like i lost a part of me with them #a downside of having a tight knit family is when you lose a member it hurts way more #my dad and my aunts still haven't sold her house. they still go through her stuff. she had so mucb stuff lol. a lot of it was really old #we took her piano and i think i pressed down on like one key when we first got it moved to our house and then had to stop. #it sounds like her house to me. #i've advanced so much musically over the last year and she never got to hear it. she would've loved the shows i hated being in this year #they would've been more worth being in #im just making myself sadder so im gonns try to distract myself now #keyword try #wish me luck #grief tw #vent

[shorkbrian]

Creep

Prelude - bitch hold on what about mean brother Shigs being an absolute creep? Inspired by me playing a boss in AC Odyssey and my controller vibrated so hard I almost dropped it, and I couldn’t beat this dude and it was so freaking frustrating!!!!!! 

Pairing - Shigaraki X Reader

Warnings - - INCEST, NSFW, innocence kink, do not read if those squick you out bro!!! Seriously! abuse of trust, dubcon, noncon, literally nothing about this situation is good, or healthy, or nice. Disgusting behavior is exhibited by Shigs.

Music - (does anyone actually like when I provide music? I like getting music vibes while I read through fics but ik that my music taste is a bit wacky lol anyways). https://open.spotify.com/track/0ODyahnUlK9G5bT4dA5NCI?si=10R9ggoJS1inYidrMeWrHA

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He offers to let you play his Xbox game, you keep annoying him by pouting for his attention and he gives up with trying to ignore you.

Stipulation - you gotta sit on his lap while you play, you’re such a stupid little girl that he forces his hands over yours, showing you how to use the Xbox controller while sneering at how dumb you are.

You’re too focused on the game to pay attention to how one of his hands has dropped from the controller, is creeping up your thigh, thumbing at the hem of your shorts. You don't realize that he’s plastered against your back, breath picking up in your ear as he hunches over your shoulder, thinking of all the dirty things he wants to do to you, how you’re too absent-minded to realize how much of a perverted creep he is. 

“Shit!” You curse, breaking Shigaraki out of his thoughts as you bounce your leg in frustration. He feels the slight vibration of the controller - you’re getting attacked in the game, enemies surrounding you and hacking at your player. Shigaraki is too entranced by how he can watch your jiggling breasts over your shoulder, jostling around as you jerk your arms, trying to not die in the game.

“Nii-san help me, ‘m gonna die!” You shriek, whole body getting into the gaming experience, jerking around in his lap as you struggle to press the right buttons. Shigaraki tries not to groan - he can feel the space between your thighs as you move around, hot and doughy and he wants to touch so bad.

Yeah, he’s always been a bit of a creep, but he’s never actually done anything to you.

The most he does is fantasize, thinking about how you’d feel clamping down on him, how’d you’d taste if he made you ride his face. What you’d look like if he forced his cock into you with barely any prep - you’d squeeze your eyes shut so tight, let out little whimpers and clench your fists because “Hurts, hurts! Go slow Nii-san, don’t want this!”

But he wouldn’t have to listen, you’re just a naive little girl who doesn’t know that Shigaraki would be trying to make you feel good too, that it would feel good soon.

“Stop wiggling, you’re gonna fall off.” He rasps back at you, taking his other hand off the controller to grab your waist, barely saving you from keeling over and onto the floor. You’re left to fend for yourself now, button-mashing, groaning when you finally succumb to your enemies and die a violent, gory death.

“I died! Why didn’t you help, you’re right here?!” the accusatory tone of your voice is ignored as you revert to the last save, huffing in frustration as you’re forced to start over.

“You’re never gonna learn if I’m holding your hands like that.”

Shigaraki’s glad you’ve stilled again - if you’d kept up your wiggling, he’d have to figure out a way to explain what the hard thing poking into the side of your plush little rear.

God, you had the most perfect ass.

Maybe he’s a freak, a disgusting man with fucked up morals, but Shigaraki’s always been a social outcast, seen as weird and wrong and criticized for every little thing he did.

What’s wrong with settling into the role other people were so quick to offer him?

Surely you’ve noticed his odd behavior by now, the behavior that’s picked up in the last few years. How he stares at you a little more than he should, how sometimes he slips into bed with you, murmuring some lame excuse about not being able to sleep.

The way he freezes when you give him an affectionate hug, clenching his fists by his side as your breasts are squished up against his body.

You had to have caught on to his uncharacteristic softness with you. He’s still mean and coarse and rude, but there's an underlying affection underneath the way he mocks your outfits, when he says you look like the gross character out of a manga he’s reading, how he tugs on your hair sometimes when he passes by you, wheezing out a laugh if you turn around and try to slap at him in irritation.

If you didn’t want him to be weird, you could’ve said something by now. You should’ve said something by now.

So really, it’s your own fault that he feels so comfortable being a sicko.

“Don’t tickle, I gotta focus.” You tell him, squirming away when he runs a hand experimentally over your stomach. You’re so cute, and dumb, he wants to bully you until you’re crying, say mean things and hurt your feelings only so he can kiss it better. 

But he doesn’t, because he’s a good brother.

His hand travels further up, rests right underneath your breast, almost cupping it. Still, you don’t say anything, attention on the game.

Do you want this? Are you just stupid? His affection is so obviously not normal for siblings, and yet you act like it’s fine. Maybe you’re a virgin, untainted with the knowledge of how sexual touches feel like.

The hand on your waist begins to slip under your shorts, his cold fingers quickly warmed by your skin. “Nii-san, stop that, it’s weird.”

Ah, there’s the common sense.

“I though you wanted to play the game? Don’t be a bitch.” He doesn’t really care whether you want him willingly now or not, he’s getting excited by the heat of your body, your weight on his lap.

You pause the game when his hand creeps lower into your shorts, when his fingers skim low over your tummy, too close to a private place that brothers shouldn't touch.

“Stop touching me, I don’t like that.”

“It’s not like you wouldn’t enjoy it.” He mumbles, and you stiffen in his lap, but he quickly takes his hand out of your shorts, stops cupping your soft breast.

The game gets unpaused, and you resume playing, although your attention is divided now, nervous about sitting in your brother’s lap.

Has it finally clicked? Are you thinking about what he could do to you, how he could make you feel?

“You suck at this.” Shigaraki observes, the controller shaking almost violently as you’re attacked again, overwhelmed by enemies.

“Well, maybe if you taught me how to play instead of being weird, I wouldn’t be.” You snarked, frustrated with the game, uneasy with your brother holding your hips like that.

Shigaraki rolls his eyes. You’re so dramatic, and although you have a valid point, he’s always been weird. This is nothing new, you’ve just been too thick-skulled to realize it before, which isn’t his fault.

A few more tries, and you still can’t get past the one group of enemies, dying after a few minutes every single time. You’re going to waste the batteries like that, controller jumping in your hands. 

“I can’t-” You whine, coming across the enemies after your latest death, already knowing what’s going to happen.

Shigaraki stays silent, red eyes finally flickering away from your body and up to the screen of the TV. 

You’re at one of the hardest parts of the game, facing a section that took Shigaraki two days to beat (not that he’ll tell you that). He grins as you throw yourself into the fight, immediately getting decked.

The noises you’re letting out are cute, frustrated groans on each hit landed on your player, muttered curses and triumphant scoffs whenever you manage to strike an enemy, which isn’t often.

The controller’s still shaking like crazy, and you’re moving around in his lap again, and Shigaraki is done. He can’t take this anymore, you’re being a tease.

He snatches the Xbox controller out of your hands, ignoring your little “Hey! What’re you doing, I was playing!”

“You call this playing?” The shuddering of the controller surprises him, gives him an idea.

There hadn’t been a plan, he had just been acting on instinct, hands itching to push you off his lap and to the floor, just to see the way you’d look up at him after. 

Like that, you’d be in the perfect position to suck his cock.

But he wants to go in a different direction now.

“Stay still, you’re so annoying.” He’s spreading his legs out, sinking back further in his chair to get a better angle, your legs hooked over his.

There’s no time for you to protest. Like this, you’re spread out nicely, exposed, even though your shorts cover your intimate place.

Without any further preamble, Shigaraki shoves the vibrating controller up against your clothed cunt.

“NIi-san!” You shriek, immediately writhing in his hold. But Shigaraki has an arm locked around your chest, keeping you pinned to his chest. “Don’t, think sins’t-this isn't-! Stop this, stop! Don’t touch me!”

He can bet it feels good, that you’re struggling to tell him to stop. He begins rubbing the controller against you, snickering at the way you jolt and writher on each pass of the hard, curved plastic against your protected clit. He can’t even imagine how good it would feel if your stupid shorts weren’t in the way.

“Stop, stop! Stop it! Stop!” You sound like a broken record.

“Shut up, you can’t even play the game right. Feel that?” the controller gets rubbed harder against you, and you writhe. “That’s how bad you are. So pathetic, can’t even fend off a couple of bad guys.”

Can’t even fend off one, Shigaraki thinks to himself. You could be trying harder to get out of his hold, could be screaming and yelling and scratching and kicking.

Well, you are scratching and kicking, moving around so much that he’s having a hard time keeping you still. And you making a lot of noise, but there’s no one else home.

He’s fully hard, and every movement you make struggling rubs him right up against the meat of your ass, and he sucks in a stuttered breath, biting his lip.

“No, no, no, no, don’t want this Nii-san, stop it-” Your panicked pleas are ignored, Shigaraki shoving your hands away as you try to pull the controller off of your cunt, get the vibrations to stop.

On screen, the player is still getting attacked, each new hit making the controller vibrate even harder.

“Ow, ow! It hurts, make it stop! Nii-san-”

“I’ll gag you if you don’t stop complaining.” Shigaraki seethes, feeling irritation creep up. “It hurts because you’ve never felt this good before, idiot.”

He remembers the first time he’d used something on his dick. It was your toothbrush, unsurprisingly, the one that vibrated with three different speeds and made you so proud of your pearly whites.

It had been so overwhelming, he couldn’t even touch the back of the head to his cock. At times, it felt so good it had hurt, had completely blinded his senses and leave him in a puddle of his own cum and sweat, panting.

So Shigaraki understood what you were trying to say - your inexperienced body needed him to slow down, ease up a little. But your gross, nasty brother wanted to ruin you.

Your character on screen died, resulting in one last heavy vibration that made you sob, thighs struggling to snap shut, hands desperately pushing at Shigaraki.

He felt you convulse in his grip, could practically feel the way your little hole was clenching as you gushed all over yourself, whining and moaning at the pleasure.

Your character was sent back to the last save, the game on a loading screen.

But Shigaraki wasn’t done.

He was still hard against your back, rubbing himself off as best he could, but he was finding his own pleasure in watching you writhe on his lap.

The controller was tossed to the side, nimble fingers sliding over your shorts, Shigaraki laughing at what he found.

“You’re so wet, holy fuck. That’s disgusting, wow.” You were drenched, the fabric of your shorts completely soaked with your juices. You only sobbed out a pitiful noise, maybe trying to deny it, but Shigaraki wasn’t listening. He was too busy rubbing over the wet spot, gleefully feeling you up. It was easy for his fingers to find a comfortable, mind-numbing rhythm, so used to playing games and deftly pushing buttons, using sticks and joysticks, directional pads and the like.

You were rocking against his hand unconcsiously, body unable and unwilling to decided whether to pull away or push closer - you had just cum, but that didn’t negate the vicious, heady sensation that his fingers brought.

Shigaraki quickly grew bored of this though, unable to ignore his dripping erection. He had never been a patient man, quickly removing the hand stimulating your swollen pussy so he could pull his cock out of his sweatpants.

With a quick movement, your shorts were tugged down, your brother completely pushing past your refusal to lift your hips, burning your skin with how forcefully the fabric was ripped down.

“Nii-san, what are you doing-you can’t, you can’t!” You cried, renewing your struggle when you felt skin against skin, his cock hot and velvety as it rested against your cheeks. “I don’t wanna do this, don’t make me do this-”

“I don’t care. I’ve tried to be good, and it’s like you don’t even care.” The man ground out, beginning to rut his hips against your ass. It was dry, and it didn’t feel great, but it was more than enough to satisfy Shigaraki. “I barely touch you, I keep my hands to myself-”

Which was a lie. Late at night, when he was sure you were fast asleep, he’d touch, just a little. Rubbing your nipples, feeling them peak under his touch. Feeling the curve of your waist, skin soft against his dry palms.

“-I wouldn’t stare either, but you wear those stupid shirts-” The deep cut ones, the ones that showed off your cleavage and allowed him weeks of jerk-off material.

“So annoying, just a stupid little imoto that follows me around, you just want attention.”

He knows you don’t do it on purpose. You aren’t trying to make him see you in a sexual light. But maybe that’s what makes it all the more appealing, how naive and innocent you are.

Fuck, he’s getting close just thinking about your purity, how much you don’t know, how much he could teach you.

He doesn’t know a ton, but Shigaraki knows enough about what feels good for him, and you probably wouldn’t want to learn, but he deserved something nice every once in a while, didn’t he?

The drag of his cock between your ass cheeks was making him loose his mind, the slide too rough, but it felt delicious and stimulated him just right, pulling at his foreskin and spreading his precum into a sticky mess on your skin.

“Fuck, stay still, lemme feel good-” His voice was choked up, still holding it’s usual nasal resonance. 

You sobbed in his hold, his fingers still playing over your shorts, exploring, keeping you occupied and frozen with sensation while he got himself off with your body.

And then he was breaking, splurting his seed all over your lower back, watching it come out of his cock in shaky squirts, painting your skin a cloudy white.

Shigaraki groaned, eyes transfixed to the sight before him. It was hard to keep them open, body shaking with little snaps of pleasure in his veins, in his stomach.

On the bed next to his thigh, the controller started shaking again. Panting, Shigaraki raised his eyes to the TV screen as you slumped against him, softly crying.

Your character was getting attacked again.

“Let’s keep playing.”

And the vibrating controller was pressed to your bare cunt, making you scream.

He’d have to wash it after this, but he figured it was worth it in the grand scheme of things

#gross misuse of Xbox controller #and I mean GROSS #shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tenko #one sided relationships #yandere shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #tw.incest #tw noncon #tw dubcon #dead dove do not eat #creepy shigaraki

[sleepy-belphie]

I have a request if you’re up for it. An MC who just arrived in the Devildom who’s lover just dumped them the day prior. The bros know MC isn’t emotionally or romantically available at the time but the bros still fall in love regardless. How will the bros handle the situation? Thank you! 🙏💗

Hi! I sort of took this idea and ran with it and wrote basically a headcanon short story for each bro lmao. Sorry I got a bit carried away but I hope you like this and it satisfies you! :) 

Also thank you so much @midnight-dome for the help with Asmo, you’re a lifesaver

Tags: @kawaiiblack

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Lucifer:

The success of the program depends on your wellbeing

So he checks in on you every other day like clockwork 

“Is there anything you need to make your stay more comfortable?”

You always say no

At first, he’s glad you’re staying in 

Because it means less trouble for him

But when you skip all of your classes one day, he comes to your room ready to give you a firm reminder of your tasks here

He’s about to knock when he hears you sob 

Now, Lucifer has heard a lot of crying in his life

But he’s never heard someone sound so completely broken

He shocks himself when he turns on his heels and walks away

He shocks himself even more when he texts the group chat and demands everyone leaves you alone for the day

That evening he comes into your room with a small plate of food

By then you were are least on top of your sheets

You knew he was gonna ask the same question as always

But this time, his words were different

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Help?” 

He simply nods

And though he didn’t outright say what he meant by help, you knew

“I...don’t know?”

“Hm, okay. I’m going to listen to some music in my study. The door will be unlocked should you wish to join me.”

Then he’s gone

The few precious moments Lucifer isn’t working, he prefers to not be disturbed

So why on earth did he invite you to join him in his study?

He doesn’t have time to ponder it because the door opens and you come in with a blanket wrapped around you

The first night you both listen in comfortable silence

A few nights in, you start asking Lucifer about the records he puts on and he has no qualms educating you on it

On night 10 you tell him about the breakup

Once you’re done he, again, asks the same question

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

‘You’ve done more than enough to help me Lucifer, thank you.”

He finds himself blushing from the sincerity in your eyes and the warmth in your smile

That night you fall asleep before the record finishes

Surely you’d wake up aching if he left you in a chair

So he picks you up, carries you to your room, and tucks you into bed carefully

He tells himself he’s doing it for Diavolo

It’s for the program, this is his job

He’s gonna need time to accept his own feelings before he can tell you anything

For now, he’ll keep doing his “job” and spending evenings with you

Mammon:

He didn’t want to be your babysitter

He was a busy guy! He had stuff to do, money to make, things to steal

Some days he gets Beelzebub to keep an eye on you so he can do what he wants

One night in particular he heads to your room to make sure you won’t interfere with his plans

“Yo! The Great Mammon has things to do so don’t-”

He pauses when he sees you sitting on your bed with your headphones plugged into your laptop

He would have assumed you were just watching a sad movie by the tears streaks on your face

But the pain in your eyes…

He’s seen that look before

His brothers held that same look the day they fell from Heaven and lost Lilith

Mammon sits on the bed and you jump, finally noticing him

You expected him to make fun of you but instead, he grabs the tissue box on your bedside table and hands it to you

He glances at your laptop to see what you were watching and sees a paused video of you and someone else

You tell him about the breakup and Mammon listens closely

“What a jerk! Ya deserve better than that! I’d teach ‘em a lesson if they ever showed their face around here!”

You smile for the first time since he came in the room and he feels like he’s done something right

“How about we get some late-night food? I know a 24-hour restaurant with the best baked newt ever. Your treat.”

He’s shocked when you agree

He makes a point to hang out with you more often

He can’t recall exactly when you went from “a human” to “his human” 

Maybe it was when you held his hand while you erased all your photos and videos of your ex from your computer

Or when you texted him at 3am because you couldn’t sleep and before he could even think about it he was up and on his way to your room

Or when he spotted you in one of his jackets while walking home from RAD

But his greed was kicking in and he wanted you to be his and only his

However, much like he puts himself first, he knows you need to do the same

So though his nature and mind wants to kiss you silly and have you for himself

Part of him knows he’ll ruin things if he lets his greed take over

So he’ll fight his nature and try his best to be patient

Leviathan:

He had been playing one of his games online

He’s on a big winning streak and feeling a bit cocky

He sees he’s been matched with someone else so he gets into gamer mode 

Then he loses the first round

He’s a bit shocked and pissed that his streak was now broken but he has to prove his superiority to whoever this opponent was

So he rematches them

And loses again

And again

He loses 7 rounds in a row

By this point he is fuming

So like any salty gamer he sends a very lengthy, angry message to their inbox

Accusing them of using cheats and hacks because there was no way anyone was more skilled than him at this game

He gets a reply a few minutes later

“Um.....is this Leviathan? Avatar of Envy? It’s MC…”

You knew it was Levi because his username is the same across all his social media platforms

Cue Levi barreling into your room a minute later

“How are you so good!? You’re cheating, aren’t you!? You cheater!’

You weren’t cheating, you just had been playing games day in and day out to distract yourself so you got really good at it

Levi all but demands you to come to his room and show him what you know

You were already playing all night anyway so why not play with someone? 

Initially, Levi would have you come over just to show him your tactics 

(Also to get some team wins on his stats because he never has anyone to play with)

But you were actually pretty chill for a normie

Maybe if he exposed you to his otaku ways you would take to them and he wouldn’t be the only one in the house anymore!

You don’t become an otaku but you do get invested in almost every anime he shows you

He starts inviting you over for midnight premieres of new episodes

He starts buying extra merch because what if you wanted one?

He was used to disproving looks from his brothers when he mass buys stuff from Akuzon

But you only smile and listen when he tells you about his new special edition item

You never once judged him and his unconventional ways

This epiphany makes him extra nervous for your weekly hangouts

It was only a matter of time before you came across a break up in an anime

When the episode ended you told him about your break up and how the protagonist reminded you of yourself because they also were taking a break from love

Levi has seen this anime before actually

He remembers how the protagonist reacted to a side character confessing to them and it went bad

So while he knows he likes you, he holds off on saying anything because the last thing he wants is to be a bad story arc in your life

Lucky for him he’s always a flustered blushing mess so you shouldn’t suspect a thing

Satan:

He is the Avatar of Wrath so whenever there is rage, he is aware

He feels anger radiating through the house one day and thinks his brothers are just fighting again

Imagine his surprise when he realizes the source of the anger is coming from your room

He walks in and sees you throwing things around and screaming, your room was destroyed

He sees you’re about to step on some glass and instantly swoops in and picks you up so you don’t hurt yourself

But then you curl up against him and burst into tears

He stands there, not quite sure what to do 

He ends up sitting on the bed and letting you cry for a while

You word vomit about your break up and he listens carefully and notes the anger welling up inside you as you speak

He knows all too well what anger can do to someone and a fragile human shouldn’t have to go through that

“Would you like some tea?”

He can spare 30 minutes for some small talk with the human if it meant that you wouldn’t be left in your thoughts

You look at him like he has three heads but agree because your room is a mess and you don’t wanna deal with it right now

Tea time becomes a daily occurrence and soon enough it escalates to full-on hangouts

Going to the bookstore, going to cat cafes, going wherever you wanted to really

One time you both took a day trip to the human world

Lucifer wasn’t happy to find out his brother and you were gone for an entire day but he lets it go when he sees that you’re smiling genuinely for the first time in weeks

What Satan didn’t expect was how these outings made him feel

He finds himself distracted from his books because he can’t stop thinking about how cute you looked holding that black cat at the cafe

Or how happy you looked when you took him to that ice cream shop in your hometown that you really love

He wakes up and you’re the first thing to pop into his mind

He’s not dumb, he knows he’s fallen in love

But he also knows this isn’t the right time, you aren’t ready

So he’ll keep being there for you as a friend

And if you ever want him to be there as something more, he’ll happily oblige

Asmodeus:

There was a movie night at the House of Lamentation

Today’s movie was an action movie, courtesy of Mammon

Amidst all the face punching and explosions, there was a budding romance between the main characters

After the third obnoxious makeout scene, you leave the room claiming you need to go to the restroom

But you leave just a *little* too fast and Asmo can feel something is up

And he thrives on gossip so he intends to find out what is it

He leaves the room a few minutes later and catches you in the hallway, determined to get you to spill the tea

You tell him about the breakup

He wasn’t prepared for the tea to be so bitter

“Oh. Well, you know what’s good for that? Face masks!” 

He had to save face somehow and beauty was his default

He’s a bit shocked when you agree but you both ditch movie night to do face masks and talk a bit

He decides to share a couple of bad date experiences he’s had to make you feel better

“Trust me, you haven’t felt embarrassment until you have someone vomit Enfield brains on your new pants and shoes while at one of the hottest clubs in the Devildom.”

You spent the entire night giggling and listening to his stories

Devildom products are surprisingly effective on your skin so you keep asking Asmo to show you new products

Plus his company is nice

Self-care days become a common occurrence

Then those self-care days become self-care sleepovers

He starts intentionally waiting to try anything new because he wants you to be there when he does

He buys more of those scented candles you told him smelled nice

A few weeks later you’re having a self-care sleepover again and you have this really cute focused look on your face while painting your nails

He knows he likes you, but this was different than his usual attraction

He didn’t want to fuck you

Well he did but not just fuck you

He wouldn’t mind if there was something more

But you routinely ended your self-care nights by yelling ‘Fuck love!’ at the top of your lungs and laughing

So he knows now isn’t the time and he’s actually okay with that

You were a sight to behold regardless of his relationship status with you

But he hopes you’ll indulge in him one day

Beelzebub:

Mammon keeps pushing his human watching duties on Beel

But he doesn’t really care because he’s being paid in cheesecake

After his third day of keeping an eye on you, he notices you aren’t eating much

Being the Avatar of Gluttony, this is basically a crime

He starts bringing extra snacks with him when he hangs out with you

“I think the chocolate flavor is better than the vanilla. What do you think?”

He actually doesn’t have a preference 

He just wants to know which snacks you like more so he can bring more of them

He makes a game out of it so you don’t think about how much you’re eating

“It motivates me to work out longer when I get a snack, could you help me?”

You sit on his back and after every pushup, you both eat a bit of whatever snack he has

He keeps going until he thinks you’ve eaten a decent amount

Or you say you’re getting full

Belphie notices that Beel is refilling his snack stash more often but he doesn’t say anything

Beel feels an immense sense of accomplishment when you finish your plate at dinner a few days later

Soon after you tell him about the breakup

“It hit me hard but you made it easier to cope, Beel. These hangouts are the highlight of my day so thank you.”

There’s a certain pang Beel gets in his stomach when he’s really hungry

Somehow your words made that pang happen in his chest

But this didn’t hurt him, quite the opposite actually

He felt good, he felt happy

It was strange for his stomach to be the quiet one while his heart went wild

But this wasn’t a change he minded too much

He wasn’t sure what to make of it but he knows he wants to figure it out with you

And he’ll take his time doing so because he liked how things were now

Belphegor:

He’s intrigued by you after the first week of your stay

He’s never seen a human who slept as much as he did

Frankly, he was impressed

Until Lucifer informed everyone about your recent breakup and made it clear to not upset you

That’s when Belphie realized these were not the leisurely naps he takes, but depression naps

One day he sees you sleeping in the living room and you looked so distressed

Sleeping was meant to be a peaceful state but you looked so unhappy

So he wakes you up

“You’re in my sleeping spot.”

You weren’t in his sleeping spot.

“Oh sorry, I’ll move-”

“You’re already here. We can both fit.” 

Before you can protest he’s all comfy next to you and falling back asleep

Having another person next to you was kind of comforting so you let it go and go back to sleep

What you didn’t know was Belphie could partially influence your dreams

He can make them more pleasant but he can’t control what you dream about

He knows it works when he wakes up and you have a relaxed expression on your sleeping face

You wake up soon after looking confused

“Good dream?”

“I think? I had a dream I rode a unicorn to the moon then carved my initials into it?”

Napping together in the living room becomes a routine

And every time you woke up you told him about the dream you had with a small smile

A few weeks later he notices he no longer has to influence your dreams for them to be good

So he leaves you be and instead curls up in the attic for his afternoon nap

He wakes up a bit when he feels someone lay down next to him

It’s probably Beel

“Why didn’t you tell me you moved napping spots?”

His eyes open and he looks over to see you pouting at him

“I just sorta ended up here.”

“Well, I can’t nap without my cuddle buddy now can I?”

You’re teasing him and he should be annoyed

But he’s blushing

He spoons you to hide that fact, resting his forehead on your shoulder

But while your dreams were getting better, it didn’t mean you were ready to move on

So he just enjoys his intimate cuddling sessions with you and tries not to think too hard about the fact that he really likes how your body fits against his

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me fluff #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphie x reader #annazonabeth

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Deep End - Chapter 9: Closer

...in which Ezi has her first kiss.

Word count: 5.4k

AU: famous!harry, siren!mc, adult modern retelling of the little mermaid? lol, fake dating, enemies to lovers.

WARNING: MATURE THEMES

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“Do you know why there’s a true love’s kiss and not a true love’s hug?”

“Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? I was asking you.”

Harry sighed, his hands gripping the steering wheel. He had to keep his eyes on the road, but Ezi would keep distracting him with her shifting in her seat every two seconds and rambling on about silly topics he had no interest in. However, he’d promised to not be a dick whenever she talked to him, so he wouldn’t.

“Can’t you see that I’m driving?”

“So?” Ezi snorted. “Just answer the question.”

Harry sighed again. “I guess that’s because a kiss is more special than a hug...romantically.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“Why not not? You’re just exchanging saliva.”

“It’s special if you’re exchanging saliva with someone you care about.”

Ezi still wasn’t satisfied with that explanation. “Okay, but what if the person won’t let you kiss them? How will you know if it’s true love?”

“If they don’t want to kiss you, it means they’re not interested, and therefore, it’s not true love,” Harry said. He couldn’t believe he was actually giving this some thought, but oh well, it was a long drive to the manor anyway. “For me at least,” he added, “true love must come from both sides.” Then he stole a glance at her and did a double-take. “Are you taking notes on your phone?”

Ezi flinched and put her phone into her bag right when she made eye contact with him. “No.”

“Liar. You were.”

“I’m learning to be human.”

“Just say you wanna kiss me.” Harry smirked. “We’re the only people here. This is a safe space.”

“It’s never a safe space when you’re in it,” Ezi said.

Harry’s eyebrows went high. “Excuse me? Yesterday you almost attacked a child for cutting the line in the supermarket.”

Ezi gave a firm nod without showing any remorse. “And the child would have deserved it. You, on the other hand, are deadly with your words.”

“How?!” cried Harry. “I’ve been nothing but nice to you ever since we started fake dating.”

Ezi rolled her eyes and checked her watch. “Yeah, your new record of being nice to me is two hours. Congrats.”

Harry exhaled, his shoulders slumped. “Okay, I think we should go over what to do when we see my mum, because if we act like this in front of her--”

“Why are we seeing your mother again?”

“Didn’t Jeff tell you?”

Ezi shook her head. She seemed quite confused, so Harry guessed Jeff had forgotten. To be honest, Harry found it funny and a little concerning that she had no idea why she was in the car after having been in the car for two hours. Someone could just kidnap her one day, and she wouldn’t even realise until they told her it was a kidnap. Or, maybe she just trusted him not to drive her to a government lab and donate her organs to science.

“Well, Jeff wants some new PR content of you hanging out with my family,” he told her.

“Why?” she asked, face scrunched up.

He lifted his shoulders. “To humanise you.”

“Good luck with that,” Ezi scoffed, rested her elbow on the window on her side and twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “It takes a lot to humanise me.”

“Well, not literally. Just in the public eye, because a lot of people suspect that this is a PR relationship. We’ve only been seen together as friends or co-workers.”

“That’s not true. We’re not even friends.”

“Exactly!” Harry exclaimed. “So if we can convince my mother that we’re dating, we can convince the whole world. Trust me.”

Harry didn’t even exaggerate it; his mother could detect a lie from miles away. He could count the number of times he’d got away with a lie to her on one hand. However, he had never lied to her about being in a relationship. So hopefully, she’d be too happy with the thought of him not being a player like his dad to tell the whole thing was fake.

And so for the rest of the drive, he and Ezi tried acting out scenarios for when they met his mother again. They broke out laughing most of the time because Harry would say something too cheesy or Ezi would use some lines she’d learned from those Netflix originals that Harry had rated one star. Now that they were standing on the steps of the manor, they had to keep it together. Because no one would shout ‘cut!’ if they messed up their lines. This was almost like going in for a blind audition, and Harry knew his mother would be the toughest judge to impress.

“Harold!”

“Niall?” Harry’s eyes went wide when his best friend shoved the butler aside and embraced Harry at the door. Mikasa, Niall’s girlfriend, was standing right behind him, wearing a dark green satin dress that fell loosely to her knees. She gave Harry a lopsided smile, her black curls bouncing on her shoulders as she approached.

Harry hadn’t talked to her for weeks, but he assumed she already knew about Ezi. Hopefully just as much as his mother did. Unless Niall had broken the bro code and told Mikasa everything.

“Mimi, long time no see!” Harry said as he went in for a hug.

Mikasa eyed him up and down with her big smokey eyes. He always imagined those eyes having a special power that enabled her to stare right into his soul and read him like an unsealed letter. She was a psychiatrist and always making her friends feel like they were having a regular session in her office.

“So this is your girlfriend?” Mikasa asked, smiling at Ezi.

Harry’s gaze jumped to Niall, who subtly locked his lips with an invisible key and tossed it over his shoulder. Niall knew about the PR relationship, but Harry could always trust Niall not to tell anyone, even Mikasa. Especially Mikasa.

“Darling, you made it!” exclaimed Harry’s mother as she descended the stairs. Harry was just going in for a hug when he saw who were following behind her. And he froze.

Dawson and evil Aunt Beatrice. Dawson was wearing a simple black suit, completely made invisible by his mother in the tackiest neon orange sundress Harry had ever seen. He could hear his stylish crying just from seeing this outfit.

“What are they doing here, Mum?” Harry quietly asked his mother as they hugged.

His mother kissed his cheek and whispered back, “Since you invited Niall and Mikasa, I thought I should invite Dawson and his mother.”

“How is that the same thing?”

“Harry!” Aunt Beatrice said in her glass-breaking voice as she pulled him in for a suffocating bear hug. “Ah, you grew up so fast! I hardly recognise you!”

“It’s only been a couple of weeks, Aunt Beatrice.”

“I know, right? Kids these days.”

“I’m twenty-four.”

“Harry,” Harry’s mother reminded him, so Harry took a deep breath and went to stand beside Ezi. She looked at him like a deer in front of headlights. This couldn’t be good. His family must be overwhelming for her.

“Hey, Ezili!” Dawson waved at her with a smile, and suddenly, her face brightened, and she enthusiastically waved back. Traitorous little fish, Harry thought as he watched the two greet one another.

“Congratulations, you two,” Dawson said.

Ezi opened her mouth to reply when Harry threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her back to his side. He gave Dawson the best grin he could fake. “Thanks,” was all he said.

“Picture, everyone!” Niall interrupted the awkward interaction and pulled out his phone.

Everyone gathered together, and Niall winked at Harry. “Now, Mother Styles, could you stand closer to Ezili? Closer! Thanks. There we go. Looks like Ezili’s a part of the family.”

Once the picture was taken, he nudged Harry with his shoulder. “You’re welcome, asshole.”

Harry patted him on the back. “Send it to Jeff for me.”

“Boys, are you coming?” asked Mikasa, who was walking ahead, holding Ezi’s hand.

“Coming, lovebug!” Niall shouted at her and told Harry. “See? She likes Ezili.”

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“So what do you do for a living?” was the first question Harry’s mother asked Ezili when they sat down at the lunch table. They were eating in a glass house in the flower garden by the lake. There were people dressed in uniforms serving them tea and appetizers, and Ezili felt like she was Alice having tea with the Queen of Hearts and her courtiers in Wonderland.

“I work at a bookstore,” she said when one of the maids filled her cup with Jasmine tea.

She didn’t understand Harry’s mother’s appalled reaction and why Harry had to add, “Ezi owns a bookstore.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Harry’s mother said, sounding strangely relieved.

Irritated, Ezili leaned in and whispered to Harry, “Why did you lie?”

But he didn’t answer and only shushed her before smiling at his mother again.

“Can’t believe I get to live to see Harry bring home a young lady!” said Aunt Beatrice. Dawson opened his mouth to interject, but she didn’t give him a chance, “I always thought you were gay!”

At that, Niall choked on his tea, and Mikasa had to rub his back as he coughed violently into his fist. Ezili knew what gay meant, but why was it a bad thing?

“What if I were?” Harry asked his aunt. “I don’t see the problem with me being gay, which I’m not.”

“These biscuits are so nice, Aunt Annalise,” Dawson told Harry’s mother, probably trying to save the conversation from turning into a fight. But it seemed like Dawson’s mother was out for blood this morning.

“Harry,” Aunt Beatrice started again, and Ezili saw Mikasa and Niall sink into their chairs. “You’re a celebrity and the heir to this manor and your father's business. It’s so...unexpected of you to be dating some girl who works in a bookstore.”

Ezili wasn’t dumb. She might not understand a lot of things humans said, but she knew sarcasm like her mother tongue. It was her time to say something.

“What’s wrong with working in a bookstore?” she asked, making direct eye contact with Aunt Beatrice, who was shocked by the question. Everyone at the table seemed to be holding their breath.

“How much could you possibly do and make by owning a bookstore these days?” Aunt Beatrice laughed.

Ezili smirked and shook her head. “You could do and make a lot if you knew how to read.”

Harry kicked Ezili’s foot under the table, but she didn’t pay him a single glance. She believed she’d said nothing wrong at all. It was only the truth. Because why look down on people who worked at a bookstore unless you hated books because you couldn’t read?

Seeing his mother’s face turning red, Dawson burst out laughing. “Oh my God, she’s so funny!” Mikasa and Niall started laughing, too, and Harry’s mother awkwardly joined in.

“That’s what they call dark humour, Aunt Beatrice,” Niall told the angry giant lady. “Ezi’s a true Gen Z. She’s all jokes.”

Aunt Beatrice said nothing else. She shot a glare at a smiling Ezili and lifted her cup to take a sip.

“Oh, there’s my new cook!” said Harry’s mother as she waved at the door. “This is Dolores' first day at work. Come say hello, Dolores dear.”

“Good morning. I hope everyone’s having a wonderful time.”

Ezili’s entire body went stiff. Her eyes almost popped out of her head and dropped onto the plate in front of her. She knew that voice. Her heart was slamming against her ribcage as she held her breath. She felt the person’s presence beside her heavy like a weight ready to crush her bones into dust. Out of the corner of her eyes, she looked up.

Her sister Koa was grinning down at her.

“Ezili, are you okay?” Dawson asked, snapping Ezili out of her numbness.

Koa’s devilish grin remained as she circled the table after wishing everyone a pleasant meal, then disappeared out of the entrance.

Why was she here? Why did she have legs? How had she found Ezili?

“Okay, let's get straight to the point,” Aunt Beatrice started again, and everyone groaned at once. “How much did he pay you?”

“Mum!” cried Dawson.

“Excuse me?” Harry arched an eyebrow.

“It’s PR, isn’t it?” Aunt Beatrice said to him. Ezili was having a hard time paying attention to the argument while her heart was still pounding in her head. Her sister was here, either for her, or after her.

“You can’t do that to your mother, Harry,” Dawson’s mother went on. “She might be easily fooled but I’m not.”

“We should’ve gone for mini-golf,” Mikasa muttered to Niall, who exhaled into his hand.

Harry turned to his mother. “You’re just gonna let her disrespect my girlfriend like that?”

His mother opened her mouth to speak, but his aunt was faster. “If she’s your girlfriend then kiss her.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Harry scoffed and threw his hands in the air.

Ezili immediately stood up. All eyes fell on her.

“Excuse me,” she said, her voice trembling. “I must go to the bathroom.”

“I’ll take you--”

“No, Harry, you stay.”

Harry slowly sat back down as Ezili pushed her chair out and headed straight for the door. Thankfully, he didn’t follow her.

She crossed the garden and asked one of the employees where the kitchen was. As it turned out, they had a separate kitchen for when they served food in the glasshouse. Ezili couldn’t see the point of having more than one kitchen, but this was no time to question it.

When she found Koa, no one else was there but them. It seemed as if Koa had known Ezili would follow her here, so she’d asked everyone else to leave.

Ezili stood at the door while her sister stood by the counter with her back turned to Ezili. The first thing Ezili noticed was the knives within Koa’s reach. Ezili must be wise when confronting her sister.

“What are you doing here?” she asked Koa in Séren.

Koa slowly turned and leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “I’m a cook. Can't you see?”

“How did you find me?”

The corner of Koa’s lips curled as she unbuttoned the collar of her white shirt and revealed a gold necklace. Ezili sucked in a breath when she saw the shiny trident-shaped medallion on her sister’s chest.

“Is that--”

“Mother’s trident,” Koa sneered. “Yes, it is.” Then she buttoned up her shirt to cover it. “Now we can see who mother trusts more.”

“Why--”

“Aunt Nerissa came for a visit last week,” Koa said. Ezili knew that name could never be associated with anything good. “Mother doesn’t trust her, so she asked me to go on land to find you, but also to keep the trident away from Nerissa’s clutches.”

Ezili swallowed hard, her fists tightly glued to her sides. “What happened to the cook?”

Koa clicked her tongue. “She’s swimming with fishes now. Like the ones swimming in her pot just then.”

“You drowned her?!”

“In the lake.”

Ezili gripped her head and advanced towards Koa. “How many humans have you killed?”

Koa chuckled and took a few steps forward until she was dangerously close enough to hurt Ezili. She stood with her back straight and arms folded, her silver eyes flickering in the sunlight. “The important question is…” She stared Ezili down. “How many have you killed?” Ezili bit her lip when Koa poked her chest with her long nail. “Or are you too busy dating now? People are talking about it everywhere.” Ezili said nothing, so Koa went on, “It’s a fake relationship, isn’t it?” She leaned in, taunting. “Come on, Sister. Admit that you’ve failed. That you can’t make the human fall in love with you. Why so quiet? Is it because if you admit it, you’re an embarrassment and you lose the trident to me, and if you deny it, then it means you’re becoming way too human to kill him.”

At that, Ezili shoved Koa away and stabbed a finger at her. “Leave me alone. Mother gave me a year for this mission.”

“We won’t have that much time, stupid,” Koa snorted. “Narissa is onto something. The queendom is already in danger as we’re speaking. And you’re here having...brunch?” She clicked her tongue, shaking her head. “Pathetic.”

“Ezi?”

Both of them whipped their heads around and saw Harry, who stiffened in the doorway.

“Ezi?” Koa cackled, hugging her stomach. “Is that your human name? Are you his pet now?”

Though confused, Harry stepped into the kitchen anyway. “Ezi, you’re alright?”

“Harry, watch out!” Ezili shouted, but Koa was already on top of Harry on the floor. She sank her fangs into Harry’s arm with the rolled-up sleeve. Harry yelped in pain as Ezili dragged her sister off of him and slammed Koa’s head against the table. Hissing, Koa grabbed a knife on the counter and aimed it at Ezili, but Ezili was fast enough to kick it out of her sister’s grip and sent one more kick into Koa’s stomach. Koa was stronger than Ezili had thought as she plunged at Ezili again.

“Harry, run!”

But Harry didn’t run. He was back on his feet, grabbed a vase and smashed it onto Koa’s back. “Do not hurt my fake girlfriend!”

Koa rolled off of Ezili. The last thing Ezili could see was her sister’s bloodied face as she stumbled towards the door and ran off into the light.

Ezili lay there until her vision cleared again, and Harry helped her back to her feet.

“What the fuck?!” he yelled. “Who the fuck was she?!”

“My sister,” Ezili said, still holding her aching head.

“The one who tried to drown me? Why is she here?”

“To kill me, I think.”

“Why?”

“Harry--”

But Harry wasn’t listening. He was pacing back and forth like a mad man. “This isn’t good, Ezi. This is bad! Your crazy sister is gonna expose us!”

“Expose us?” Ezili grabbed him by the arm and spun him around. “She almost killed you.”

It seemed as if Harry had forgotten that his arm was bleeding until Ezili had brought it up. He suddenly winced and fell into a chair.

Ezili scanned her eyes around the messy kitchen, panting as she tried to make sure that Koa had escaped. Then, she got down on her knees beside Harry and reached for his wounded arm.

He stared down at her in confusion, then his expression turned horrified when she leaned in.

“What the fuck?!” he hissed and yanked his arm away.

She glared up at him in annoyance. “Let me help!”

“Hell no! You’re not gonna lick my blood.”

“You need to clean the wound!”

“With water! Not by sucking it!”

Ezili huffed and aggressively got up while silently cursing Harry in Séren.

“There’s a--” His voice cut off when she tore off a piece of her dress “--towel over there,” he trailed off. She ignored him and went to the sink to soak the piece of fabric in water. He shook his head and blew up his cheeks. “Nevermind. You do you.”

Still glaring at him when she returned, Ezili got back down on her knees and started cleaning Harry’s arm. The place her sister had sunk her fangs into had turned dark red. It would definitely leave a huge bruise tomorrow.

“Lucky for you Koa was distracted and didn’t aim to bite your whole arm off,” Ezili whispered and glanced up, meeting Harry’s gaze. “You sure you don’t want me to lick your wound?”

“Well, now that you’re already in this position, you could just lick something else,” he chuckled.

Ezili’s eyes narrowed. “Like what?”

To her confusion, Harry covered his face and shook with laughter. “Sorry, that was a dumb joke. I just couldn’t help it.”

“I didn’t get it.”

“Yeah, that’s how a joke loses its funny,” he sighed then snapped his fingers. “Ooh, maybe I should just pretend that I don’t understand whenever someone tells me a joke, so that they gradually lose their funny.”

“That’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard,” Ezili remarked.

“What do you mean?” Harry pouted. “I don’t get it, babe.”

Ezili rolled her eyes at his childishness, still, she couldn’t help but smile a little.

Once she had wrapped the piece of her dress securely around his arm, Harry pulled down the sleeve to cover it as he got to his feet. “That should do. Let’s hope my mother won’t suspect that we just got attacked in her kitchen by her cook, who was your evil siren sister in disguise. Damn, that sounds crazy even for me.”

Ezili stood with her arms crossed. “Do you think your mother can tell we’re not really dating?”

“Nah, my mother totally believes it.” Harry shrugged. “Honestly, I think we’re doing a great job pretending we’re in love when we can’t even have a conversation without insulting each other.”

“I don’t get paid enough to call you babe so many times.”

“Neither do I. This PR relationship is harder than I tho--”

Harry’s sentence got cut off by a sound at the door. When they both turned to it, Dawson was standing there, his eyes wide with shock.

Ezili was hoping that was the reaction to the messy kitchen and not to what she and Harry had said. However, luck wasn’t smiling at her tonight. Dawson’s appalled gaze jumped from Harry to Ezili. “What do you mean by ‘PR relationship’?”

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“I can explain,” Ezi said, reaching for Dawson, but he backed away while staring at both her and Harry in disbelief. Harry believed Dawson wasn’t shocked that Harry could pull something like this, because Harry hadn’t been exactly the good kid growing up. What Dawson hadn’t expected was Ezi being part of this plan. Ezi must be an angel in Dawson’s eyes.

“So my mother was right,” Dawson said, flicking his finger between Harry and Ezi. “You were lying to everyone.”

“Dawson--” Ezi began, but Harry pulled her back by her wrist.

“Please don’t tell my mother,” he told Dawson and received stunned looks from both Dawson and Ezi. They probably hadn’t expected that coming from him. “This means a lot to her, and I don’t want her to be any more let down,” Harry continued. “Also, Ezi needs money, and I’m just trying to help. She’s also writing the next album with me, so it’s all good business.”

Dawson peered at both their faces for a long moment as if he was psychoanalysing each of them. Then, he breathed, “So you two don't have feelings for each other?”

“No.” Ezi shook her head fast and tugged at Harry’s sleeve. “Harry, tell him.”

Harry opened his mouth. Suddenly, he thought about how frightened he’d been when he’d thought Ezi’s sister was going to kill her. He could’ve run off and let her deal with it alone since he hadn’t asked to be part of her family drama, and he wasn’t brave, either. Nevertheless, he’d jumped in to help her.

“No,” he said, only to realise he shouldn’t have taken such a long pause to say only one word.

“See?” Ezi smiled at Dawson, who seemed less sceptical now.

“Okay,” Dawson said, his face relaxed as he put his hands on his hips. “Who else knows? Niall and Mikasa?”

“Mikasa doesn’t know,” Harry said. “Only Niall.”

“Alright.” Dawson nodded and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “But you guys are really bad at pretending to be in love,” he told them after another moment. “I’ll try to tell my mum to stop being rude to you. But just to be safe, you should make it more convincing.”

Ezi heaved a sigh of relief and placed her hand on Dawson’s arm. Harry swore he saw Dawson hold his breath as if Ezi had the Midas touch, and Harry had to fight the urge to roll his eyes.

“Thank you, Dawson,” Ezi said in the softest tone Harry had ever heard.

“Your dress,” Dawson pointed out while eyeing her and then the kitchen. “What...what happened here?”

“There was a rat,” Harry blurted.

Ezi joined in, “Harry tried to kill it then it knocked over the vase, and I fell and pulled him down with me and ripped my dress on the glass.”

Dawson furrowed his brows as he nodded at the piece of Ezi’s dress in her fist. “That’s your blood?”

Ezi shook her head. “It’s the rat’s.” Then, she looked over at Harry, suppressing a grin. He stayed quiet and glared at her.

“Oh, God. That’s disgusting,” Dawson made a face. “Need me to help you clean up?”

“No, I’ll take care of it,” Harry said. “I’ll take Ezi upstairs to clean up. Could you distract everyone for a while?”

“Yeah, sure,” Dawson nodded, gave Ezi a tight-lipped smile and turned to the door. “Now, where the hell is the cook?”

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Harry could hear every single word of the Jonas Brothers song playing downstairs. It seemed like everyone had finished brunch without him and Ezi, and now Niall was turning the manor into a concert. Niall and Mikasa had met at a Jonas Brothers’ concert years ago, and they would not let people forget about it. What they had was cute, but Harry could not imagine being with someone for that long. A PR relationship was tiring enough; he didn’t think he could ever handle a real one.

Back against the wall, he stared at his watch and tapped his foot impatiently before he came to knock on the door to his mother’s walk-in closet. “Ezi, are you done?”

“I don’t know how to put this on!”

Harry tossed his head back and groaned. “Do you need help?”

“Yeah!”

“Goddamn it,” he muttered under his breath. “Cover yourself. I’m coming in.”

Just to be safe, he had his hand over his eyes when he opened the door.

You'll say my name like it's been on your lips

Familiar in ways I can't explain

You got a heart that I know I can miss

Hold me like that and pull me right back again

The music outside became muffled. Harry peeked through the gap between his fingers, and nearly had a heart attack when he saw Ezi standing there topless with only jeans on. “I told you to cover yourself!”

“Oh, please, there’s nothing you haven’t seen.”

“It’s different every time.”

“How? I’ve only got one body.”

“No, seeing you feels different every time. It’s weird.”

Time stands still and it's only us

What we feel started way before we ever touched

Just imagine only us

Yeah, you found me right before I'd given up

Ezi said nothing, and Harry lowered his hand, feeling glad that she was facing away from him now. She looked over her shoulder, frowning. “Help me with this shirt!”

He ruffled his hair and padded over to take the shirt from her hand. “You got the button stuck?! This is my mother’s favourite Chanel shirt!”

“It was like that when I found it.”

“Liar.” Harry shook his head and started examining the stuck button. Ezi turned around, hugging her chest so her breasts weren’t exposed to him. He was trying his best not to look. Maybe he shouldn’t have put her in a dress that didn’t require a bra. He guessed he’d played himself.

“Harry.”

“Damn, maybe I should get you another shirt and buy a new one for my mum. I don't know how to fix this.”

“Harry,” Ezi repeated and tapped Harry on the arm. He looked up, face heating when he saw her.

I just saw the lightning strike

Knew it right then when I looked in your eyes

And I said to myself, "It's no surprise we ain't strangers"

Strangers tonight

Still, he acted indifferent. “What?”

“I think we should kiss,” she said, making him flinch.

“Why?” He was already sweating through his palms. His mother’s shirt could no longer be saved now.

“To make it more convincing,” Ezi said as if them kissing wasn’t a big deal to her. “Maybe if there’s a picture of us kissing--”

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

She froze at the question and blinked at him.

I came here looking for another excuse

To run away from something beautiful

It's like it's driving me closer to you

Every step back pulls me right back

At this question, Ezi’s whole life up until that point flashed before her eyes. She had lost count of all the times she’d kissed sailors before drowning them. But she wasn’t going to kiss Harry to kill him. Not yet at least. He would still be there, alive, when she opened her eyes. He would still be aware of her lips against his. And she would, too.

“No,” she lied.

And he believed it. He cleared his throat. Suddenly, her standing there topless wasn’t weird anymore. “Okay, it’s pretty easy.” He put the shirt aside. His fingers were shaking so he opened and closed his fists a few times before beckoning her over. “Come here.”

She took a step forward.

“Closer.”

Another step.

Harry’s face reddened with a small smile. “Ezi, closer.”

He’d never talked to her in that tone before. It was soft and firm at the same time, and she completely forgot having sworn to herself that she would never let him tell her what to do. She came so close she could not tell his breath from her own. His eyelids fluttered, and his pink lips parted, yet no word escaped. Then, he leaned in.

Must be from a different life

Been here before and it just feels right

No, this ain't the first time for you and I, we ain't strangers

Strangers tonight

But it was her who took his face between her hands and kissed him first. He froze for a second, then started kissing her back, his arms circled around her waist, pressing her against him.

Harry’s entire body grew hot. The voice inside his head told him to stop, but it only made him bolder. He liked that she’d taken charge. Her hands were under his shirt as his roamed across her naked back. His eyes went wide when she unconsciously let out a moan.

Strangers

Strangers

Strangers tonight

“Ezi,” he breathed against her lips. But before he could say anything else, there was a knock on the door.

“Harry, are you in there?”

Ezi pulled away as Harry threw his head back and exhaled harshly. “Yes, Niall?”

“Is Ezili there with you?”

“Yes,” Harry answered in a croaked voice and quickly cleared his throat. “Yes,” he repeated, sounding more stable. “Why?”

“You missed all the fun stuff. Your mother scolded your aunt for what she’d said to you and Ezi, and Dawson had to take his mother’s home.”

Harry looked over at Ezi, expecting her to be thrilled by the good news, but she only gave a small smile, her arms still tightly wrapped around herself to cover her breasts. Was she...shy?

Yes, yes she was. Ezi didn’t think she could ever be shy. But here she stood, blushing all over from a stupid kiss.

“Are they in there?” Harry’s mother’s voice outside the door made Harry and Ezi jump.

They looked at each other, scared when Niall told Harry’s mum that they were in the closet together.

“Not in my closet, Harry!”

“I’m just helping Ezi get changed, Mum!”

“You better!”

And then their footsteps faded down the hallway, along with his mother’s laughter.

Ezi and Harry made eye contact with each other and looked away at the same time as silence ensued. Suddenly, Harry started sniffing.

“What is it?” Ezi asked, worried.

Harry leaned in and started sniffing her neck, and she pushed him away. “What the hell?!”

“You smell.”

“Excuse me?!”

“No.” Harry shook his head fast. “You smell good. But..you didn’t have a smell before.”

Ezi quickly lifted her arm to smell herself. “I smell nothing.”

“That’s because it’s your own smell, so you don't recognise it. But--” Harry cut off midsentence and picked up a strand of her hair and brought his nose to it. Then, his lips curled. “Aww, my kiss turned you a little more human.”

“Shut up!” Ezi shoved at his chest. “I’m not turning more human! That’s not true!”

“It is true! Kiss me again. I’ll prove it.”

She said nothing, only glared at him as he burst out laughing and tossed her a t-shirt.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry smut #harry styles angst #harry styles series #harry styles imagines #harry styles x mc #harry styles fic

[quinntheebrain]

Hi there! I was wondering if you could do a jealous bokuto x f!reader (preferably if not then gn! is fine). Like he gets jealous of his bby and kuroo getting along really well... a little too well lmao. Anyways, I hope your day/night is going great ya wonderful person <3

Pairing: Jealous!Bokuto Kōtarō x fem!reader

Warnings: implied alcohol use, a temporarily sad Bokuto, Ummm I curse????

A/N: *deep heavy sigh* I looked over this 1000x lmfao. I’m used to writing fics and not hcs, so they’re probably not the best (I gotta stop doubting myself). I’m always so nervous to share my writings, but this a learning process! Thanks for being my first request. It’s been a while since I wrote anything seriously and shared it. I really hope you enjoy it :) Also, somebody else (who I can’t think of rn) hc that Bokuto doesn’t drink, I just agree wholeheartedly. 

Oh, my precious baby Bokuto. He’s so cute it hurts🥺. 

He gets jealous easily. 

He’s so lively that people naturally gravitate toward him. So, he’s used to being the center of attention. 

Even though the only person’s attention he really cares about is yours.

Bokuto loves the way you look at him when he makes you smile. He loves the feeling of just being in your presence.

So, when he sees you and Kuroo smiling and laughing from across the bar he’s irritated. 

And when the two of you get a little too close for comfort, he’s fuming

...but for some reason, I feel like he wouldn’t say anything

Now, Bokuto would normally shut that shit down instantly.

But it’s Kuroo, his closest friend. He doesn’t want any kind of confrontation. He doesn’t want to cause a scene (I believe Bokuto could beat Kuroo’s ass)

So, he says nothing and instead spends the night alternating between super soft/affectionate and super distant. 

He’ll bring it up in private though. Half-jokingly asking if you’d prefer Kuroo to him. 

And when the conversation turns serious 

Don’t invalidate his feelings, don’t make him feel crazy. (he’ll curl up in a ball and it will be a long time before he opens up to you again)

RE-AS-SUR-ANCE!!!!!!!! He needs it; he will die without it. Please just tell this boy how much you love him. 

And please believe he doesn’t blame you alone. He talks to Kuroo after he talks to you.

Because next time, Bokuto won’t be so nice :)

This is the third time Kuroo has put his arm around you; Bokuto is counting. He watches you from across the room as he holds a conversation with Akaashi; though, at this point, his friend’s words are nothing more than background noise. 

You are supposed to be with them, but once Kuroo challenges you to a drinking contest, Bokuto knows it’s a lost cause. You promise to join him shortly and though he doesn’t believe you, he nods as if he does. Unlike you, and most of his friends, Bokuto doesn’t drink; he just doesn’t like the taste, but he wants you to have a good time. So, he goes to sit with Akaashi by himself but not before leaning down and pulling you into a soft kiss. Bokuto’s large palm caresses your cheek as his mouth moves delicately against your own; It’s quick and gentle, but it’s effective. His lips linger on yours just long enough to leave you wanting more; it’s a reminder that he’ll be waiting for you. 

But, 15 minutes have passed and you’re still glued to Kuroo’s side. 

Now, you’re a giggling mess, teasing one of your boyfriend’s closest friends, who seems to be enjoying the attention a little too much. The rest of their volleyball buddies watch and laugh, most of them far too inebriated to find anything wrong with the way the two of you are interacting. Bokuto, on the other hand, finds everything wrong with it. He watches you with narrow eyes and tightly clenched fists, trying his hardest to keep his composure.

“Your jealousy is showing,” Akaashi smirks at his best friend; Bokuto hasn’t been listening to a word he says. He wants to tease him about it but now doesn’t seem like the time. “Why don’t you just tell them it’s bothering you?” 

“They’re not doing it on purpose,” Bokuto sighs as he unclenches his fists, wiggling his fingers to crack his knuckles. “Besides, there was a time she couldn’t even be in the same room as Kuroo. I’m glad they’re friends now and if I say something I might ruin it.” he looks away from you and instead focuses on the ground. 

“Forget about Kuroo,” Akaashi says, slightly irritated. “What about you? If you don’t talk to her, you might ruin your relationship. You don’t want to harbor resentment toward the one you love,” Akaashi glances at Bokuto, who is unable to reply. They stand in silence for a short time. Akaashi doesn’t want to bombard Bokuto with advice; he knows that sometimes, a few thoughtful words are enough. “Look, it’ll be okay. I have to go.” Akaashi pats Bokuto’s shoulder, leaving him alone to think about the situation. 

Bokuto is truly happy that you and Kuroo have finally learned to get along but deep down, a part of him wishes the two of you never stopped the incessant bickering; part of him wishes that you still disliked Kuroo and he disliked you. Maybe, the petty arguments were nothing but an attempt to mask the attraction you felt toward each other but honestly, that’s what Bokuto would prefer. Because what’s happening now — you and Kuroo openly fawning over each other — is driving him crazy. 

I’m just imagining things, he thinks to himself. Maybe, there is no real meaning to the way the two of you are carrying on; but, watching as Kuroo embraces you in a hug that lingers a little longer than it should doesn’t ease his mind. Your face buried into Kuroo’s chest, his hands pressed firmly against your lower back as he rocks you side to side, it’s a bit more than Bokuto can handle. The thought of you in someone else’s arms so intimately bothers him, and pulling out your phone to take Kuroo’s contact info is the icing on the cake. 

Still, you’d never know how much it affects Bokuto because he approaches you like there’s nothing wrong, and though he tugs you away from Kuroo rather possessively, he does it with the brightest smile. “Alright, ready babe?” He looks down to you with those golden eyes, glimmering with adoration as he places a kiss on your forehead. You nod ‘yes’ quickly. “See you later, bro.” you both wave at his friends once more before the two of you exit the bar. 

A weight lifts from Bokuto’s shoulders as the door shuts behind him; the absence of his best friend shouldn’t put him at ease, but it does. Still, Bokuto has another problem. 

You don’t want to harbor resentment toward the one you love. Akaashi’s words play in his head like a broken record. If he doesn’t settle this now, he never will. His insecurities will continue to fester until he can no longer look at you the same.

“You and Kuroo were pretty cozy tonight,” he fakes a chuckle as he peers at you from the corner of his eye. “I’m glad you two are so close now.”

“Cozy?” you scrunch up your face. You could count the number of times Kuroo touched you on one hand (which was still too many for Bokuto).  You will admit that you spent an unusual amount of time with Kuroo, but he’s more entertaining when he’s drunk; it’s actually your favorite time to be around him. “Hardly. If anything,” you pause, “Wait a minute. Ko, are you jealous?” you manage to suppress your smile, but there's a hint of amusement in your tone. 

He doesn’t answer your question; it’s embarrassing enough to even be feeling this way and for you to call him out so quickly only makes it worse. He takes a deep breath, “Y/N,” Bokuto’s voice is barely above a whisper. “Do you ever think you’d be better off with Kuroo? I mean the two of you actually have a lot in common, and I just think-” the words sound crazy now that he’s finally saying them out loud. 

“No,” you say sternly and confidently, cutting off your boyfriend before he has the chance to ramble on. It’s reassuring how quick you are to shut the notion down. “Besides, we really only have one thing in common,” you pause in your tracks, forcing Bokuto to stop and look at you. 

“What’s that?”

“We both love you so much,” you can’t help but smile as you speak. Bokuto has such amazing people in his life and that warms your heart. “We would never try to hurt you; I would never try to hurt you. I’m so sorry for even making you feel like that.” the apology is sincere. Your glossy eyes are a giveaway. “If I haven’t made this clear, you are the only one for me. It’s you and me, together forever,” he wipes away a single tear; you hadn’t even realized you were crying. You never wanted to make him feel this way; he’s never sounded so defeated. Was he going to just hand you over to his best friend? Did he think you would accept that? “But really, Kuroo?” you pretend to vomit to lighten the mood. It makes you both laugh, something you desperately needed. 

“I love you,” Bokuto sighs in relief.  

“I love you too.” flinging your arms around his neck, you kiss him. 

There’s something almost enchanting about the way he immediately takes the lead. He doesn’t care about the taste of liquor that lingers in your mouth or the fact that you still smell like Kuroo’s cologne; at this moment, Bokuto only cares about you. His lips glide over yours passionately, yet ever so gently; your tongue sporadically teases his bottom lip, his teeth occasionally nibble on yours. It’s a steady rhythm that makes you weak in the knees. His hands find their way to your waist, then to your back, sliding down until they’re secure in your back pockets. 

Bokuto pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours. “Let’s get home, yeah?” he squeezes your ass before he removes his hands from your pocket; intertwining his fingers with yours, Bokuto starts to walk again. 

“Yeah,” you repeat with a smile on your face, nodding eagerly as he pulls you down the sidewalk. 

#bokuto x fem!reader #jealous!bokuto #bokuto imagines #bokuto kotaro x fem!reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #v nervous #bokuto x reader

[rosalineandrosemary]

one final goodbye

hi! i wrote this for @maribat-angst-fluff-april with prompt 14, goodbye. you can check out my partner, @yoltastic09 ‘s fluff submission here. anyway, warnings for major character death and descriptions of blood and the fic is below the cut!

the video is blurry, filmed with shaking hands. when it focuses, they see a girl coated in red spotted spandex. she’s leaning against a wall, eyes closed and smiling softly, but their eyes are locked on the stab wound through her abdomen.

“thanks… thanks alya.” her voice is soft and raspy, and behind the camera, someone chokes on a sob.

“lb, please. just hold on a bit longer. chat... carapace. Someone will bring your lucky charm and it’ll be okay.” the voice, alya, trembles, and the spotted girl’s eyes fly open.

“i didn’t tell you, did i? alya, there’s no saving me. that’s why we’re recording this. I have his miraculous but my lucky charm can’t fix me. it’ll fix paris and i’ll still be here.” the camera falls to the ground with a clatter, and beyond the black screen they can hear alya’s sobs. 

“alya please, I need you to do this. I need to be able to tell them myself. I need to be able to tell you myself.”

“tell me what?” alya’s voice is thick and broken, and the camera is lifted off the ground. they see a girl, fox ears coming from her head and in another spandex suit, before the camera focuses on the bleeding girl again.

“hello viewers, hi alya. my name is marinette dupain-cheng, also known as ladybug. and this is my final goodbye.” 

the dark room where they sit is filled by the sound of things shattering, a mug falling to a ground, a wine glass being crushed in someone’s tight grip. 

“alya, i love you. it’s been an honor fighting alongside you as ladybug, and despite our ups and downs, and even how things were before you got your head on straight, it’s been amazing being your friend. i’m so sorry that this is how things turned out.” alya sniffles, and her soft words are easily picked up by the mic.

“mari, please. you can’t leave us, please.” marinette smiles and looks away, faltering. she takes a deep heaving breath and looks back at the camera. 

“maman, papa, i’m so sorry i couldn’t tell you about this. i’m so sorry that i can’t say goodbye properly. i’m sorry that i lied and i’m sorry that i kept this from you. i just didn’t want you getting hurt. you two are the best parents a girl could have and i’m so grateful to call you two mine. please don’t blame yourselves. i chose to keep this a secret to protect you, and you raised a pretty clever little girl. there isn’t anything you could have done to stop this.” marinette is crying at this point, tears streaking across the red of her mask and down her cheeks. “make sure they see this alya. please make sure they see this.” 

“of course, i promise girl. i’ll do anything.” alya’s voice is broken but marinette nods solemnly before continuing. 

when they see this, marinette’s parents wail and sob, the sounds echoing throughout the arrondissement. their neighbors tense, waiting for the destruction their akuma could cause, but hawkmoth is gone, and tom and sabine dupain-cheng are free to mourn their only daughter. 

“bruce, or, well, dad. i thought you might want to hear me call you that at least once, considering i’m not going to be able to meet you again for you to hear me say that legitimately. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you about this. i’m sorry that when i said goodbye, that when i said i’d see you again soon, that it turned out like this. it was nice being your daughter, at least for a little while.” the viewers turn to look at him with the mention of his name, and bruce opens his palm, glass shards falling to the floor. he stands up, staggering to the side, and walks out of the room.

when bruce had first met marinette, he thought she’d fit in with the rest of them. he wasn’t oblivious to the jokes his kids made about the black hair, blue eyes, and the way she held herself made him think she’d fit in in other ways too.

she was always cautious, always nervous, like she was expecting something to attack her out of nowhere. she was good at hiding it, beaming sunshine smiles and a charming yet genuine demeanor, and he could see the resemblance from miles away. he had seen her baking with alfred, laughing with dick and jason, drinking coffee with tim. she had found a slot in their family and fit herself there perfectly, and in the short time he knew her, he had grow to care for the daughter he was unaware he had.

the last time he saw her, she hugged him and smiled, a soft tentative thing, as she whispered goodbye. she turned to leave, but her back was too straight, her shoulders too tense. he swore to himself that he’d find out what was troubling her back in paris and that he would see if there was anything he could do about it. 

bruce never got the chance. 

“dick. you’re a great older brother. i’m sorry that i couldn’t be your younger sister for very long. it could have been fun. we might have done acrobatics together, or you could have showed me trapeze if you wanted. you try so hard to take care of people, please remember to take care of yourself.”

marinette, dick thought, was tiny. she was so much shorter than he was, and she looked up at him when she introduced herself. bruce’s other unknown child. she has the hair, and the eyes, clouded with the same world-weariness he had seen in all of them. he hadn’t been the first to meet her, as that honor had gone to bruce and alfred, and tim had been walking by when she walked in the door, but he had been the first to declare her his younger sister. he asked her questions and she responded, she asked him questions and he responded. 

he learned of her love of fashion and cooed as she bashfully showed off her outfit that she had sewed and designed herself. he told her of his gymnastics and trapeze skills, and she was wide eyed and nearly glowing when she asked if he could teach her. he had swallowed heavily, looked away and back at her, and told her that “maybe we can next time, marinette. i think b-man has an itinerary for you and everything.”

she had looked disappointed for a second before composing herself. “okay, maybe next time. but speaking of mr. wayne, i should probably go find him again, talk to you later dick!” he had heaved a sigh of relief, scared of bringing her so close to something that had already taken his family once. 

when he hugged her goodbye before she left for the airport, small hands clasped around his back, dick resolved that he would try to teach marinette the trapeze next time she came over. There would be nets and she wouldn’t get hurt and then there would be more memories of the trapeze that didn’t come with the bittersweet tinge of all his memories at haly’s circus. 

dick didn’t get that chance. 

“hi jay. i was making you something, did you know that?” marinette laughs softly, then inhales sharply as she aggravates her wound. and yet, she continues. “no, of course you didn’t. i didn’t tell you. it was almost done, just had a few finishing touches. you could still wear it though. it's a leather jacket. i saw that the one you had seemed to be getting worn out, thought you might want a new one. a new leather jacket for my big brother.” her tears quicken and she attempts to curl in on herself, even as her body lay against the wall. she looks so small. “even if your advice wasn’t the best you were still there and i was happy to be ‘pixie pop.’ i wish you were here. you’re safe, you know that? you feel safe, like if anything tried to hurt me you’d fix it. And i’m scared but at least other people are safe now. Thank you for making me feel safe.”

jason todd did not think he was a good man. there was too much blood on his hands for that. and even if the bastards had deserved it, it still didn’t make him a good person. so when he had seen the tiny slip of a girl who ran into him as she attempted to find bruce, his first instinct had been to stay away. she was so tiny, so pure, and no amount of washing would ever be able to clean his hands. 

but then she had flinched and started spewing out apologies, hands flying everywhere as she drove herself further down this spiral, and he saw in her what he had seen in so many of the other street kids. fear of retaliation, a desperation to appease him because she was afraid of what he might do.

and jason was furious. not with her, but with whoever had taught this girl (bruce’s daughter. he had warned them all about her, telling them to hide the objects that showed their “nightly pursuits.” he hadn’t told them she’d be so small.) that she had to apologize like this. whoever had traumatized her in this way. 

“hey, no need to apologize, pixie pop. no harm, no foul, right?” she had looked up at him, confused, and he grinned at her and clenched his fists, trying to dispel some of the anger festering in his chest. 

“who’s pixie pop?” she had said, eyebrows furrowed adorably.

“you are, of course. because you’re so tiny, like a little fairy. and all my siblings need nicknames, like dickie-bird, or replacement, or demon spawn. and since you’re my little sister now, you get a nickname too.” she had smiled and nodded, responding with a soft “okay,” and he swung an arm around her shoulder.

“so let me help you find bruce. but on our way there, is there anyone you’ve got any problems with? Any bullies you’d like big bro jason to deal with?” she had tensed, pursed her lips, and shook her head.

“there’s nothing you can deal with. it’ll be fine.” he hadn’t believed her, but he wasn’t going to pry.

when he hugged her goodbye, she had shook, clutching the sleeves of his jacket within her hands, but when he went to ask her what had happened, she said she’d tell him next time. he said he’d help her through anything.

jason never got the chance. 

“cass.” with this, she attempts to lift her hands from where they lay on the floor. she’s shaking with the effort, but manages to hold them up to her chest. slowly, she signs out every word with her hands. “i think that you could tell something was up. i don’t know how, and i’m not sure even you knew it would end up like this, but i think you could. thank you for trusting me, even if it ended up like this. thank you for being my friend, and i’m sorry i couldn’t improve my sign language fast enough to have a full conversation with you. i hope this is good enough.”

cass could tell that marinette was like them from the way she held herself. she had muscles curled under her clothing, and whenever she tripped she shifted her center of gravity if she didn’t catch herself first. 

cass hadn’t really spoken with her, standing as bruce introduced her to marinette. she could tell when marinette had processed bruce saying she preferred sign language, and when marinette’s shoulders sunk, she could tell it was with concern instead of malice. 

marinette turns to her with a small frown, apologizing for not knowing any sign language. marinette smiles afterwards though, and reaches out a hand. “i’d love to learn asl though! and i’d also love to be friends if you’d want to be. of course we don’t have to be, i don’t want to…” she trails off as cass takes her hand and nods. marinette’s smile grows wider and a small warmth grows in her chest. 

friends sounds nice. and marinette promises that she’ll try to learn asl and they’ll have a conversation in a way that cass is comfortable with, talking with that same smile. 

the last time cass sees marinette, she signs goodbye. marinette’s right hand goes up, thumb out, and she closes the rest of her fingers to her palm. she continues with the sign for cass’ name, and cass responds in turn, goodbye and marinette, and marinette leaves, excited at getting it right. 

marinette inhales, a wheezing breath, and the video is interrupted by the sound of heavy footfalls and a man’s calling voice. “ladybug? rena?” 

alya lets out another sob and the man approaches. they can tell when he sees marinette, as he stalls before sprinting towards them. 

he’s clad in blue and snake print, teal tips at the bottom of his black hair, and he goes directly for marinette, trying to press a red and black spotted objects into her hands. 

“ladybug please, please take it you can fix all of this with the lucky charm. just do miraculous ladybug and the magic will fix it.” he begs her, voice jumping. marinette clutches the object in her hand but makes no motion to do anything with it, and he speaks again. “ladybug…” he hesitates for a second before continuing. “marinette, my melody, please don’t die on me.” her eyes widen slightly before she looks away.

“i should have known you already knew, mon coeur. but you also have to know this is the end.” she smiles at him, lifts the object in her shuddering hands and attempts to yell miraculous ladybug. she’s cut off halfway through by her own coughing, shaking her whole body and sending blood spilling from her lips.

it works regardless though, and the remaining waynes watch in awe as glowing ladybugs reverse the property damage. they fix the walls and the pavement before crowding around marinette’s body, but when they leave the wound is still there. the blood is still there. 

marinette’s eyes are drooping, and when she tries to talk, it comes out a whisper. “damn it. i thought i had more time.” she coughs again, more blood dripping out of her mouth. “tim, i was so happy to be your work buddy. steph, you are so fun and so important and it was so so lovely being your sister and your friend. damian, i wish i could have been your sister without scaring you, but that won’t be a problem anymore.” her breathing is shallow but she continues going, trying to say all the words she’s scared she wouldn’t be able to. “alfred, being your granddaughter, baking with you, all of that was such a pleasure. babs, spending time with you was so much fun and i wish we could do that again, that we could be friends for longer. duke, i know we didn’t interact much but i wish we could have.” she exhales, leans her head back against the reformed wall. her eyes flutter closed. 

“goodbye.” she says, one last word before her chest stills and marinette dupain-cheng dies.

#maribat angst and fluff april #maribat #bio dad bruce wayne #rosaline writes

[undyingskies]

Heartbreak Girl

This is my first ever imagine, I am used to writing fan fictions so I apologize if it’s long or drags on. I have to get used to getting everything into one imagine! Also yes, this is inspired by the 5sos song heartbreak girl! Thanks for reading & I hope you enjoy, I am also happy to take requests! xoxo 

Warnings: There are a few cuss words but other than that there’s nothing! _____________________________________________________________

“Thanks for being a friend, O.”

You said as you end the phone call with your best friend, Owen. As usual, here you are, tear stained cheeks, calling your best friend like a broken record. Yet again, Jason stomped all over your heart and left it broken for what feels like the hundredth time in a row.

You had met Jason at the coffee shop you work at; he had come into the shop every day for almost two weeks. Each day he would order the same drink and do homework; at times, you would catch him staring at you; every time you made eye contact, he would give you the most heartwarming smile. On the last day in, he asked for your number, and the rest was history.

You were busy splashing cold water on your face trying to get the swelling to go down. I mean, you had been crying for the last 5 hours. A swift knock on your front door startled you. Once you make it to the door, you stand on your tippy-toes to look through your peephole; you’re met with messy blonde hair that could only belong to one boy who would never hurt your heart like this.

“O, I didn’t know you were coming over. You didn’t tell me that you were going to or were even thinking of.” You say as your best friend wraps his arms around your waist.

“I know Y/N, but you know I’m a sucker for you. I couldn’t have my best friend home alone, crying over some asshole. I wish you would forget the day you met him Y/N.” Owen said while taking you by the hand and dragging you into your living room. Owen quickly shoves you onto the couch, with a roll of your eyes, and begins to pull things out of the backpack you hadn’t seem to notice on his back.

“I have  your favorites! She’s the Man, candy, chips, chocolate cake, oh and some more candy.”

Owen quickly throws the candy and chips at you on the couch and runs to put the movie in your DVD player. He comes back to the couch, plopping right next to you, throwing his arm around you. Without a second thought, you snuggled into your best friend’s chest, not knowing that his heartbeat picked up a notch.

Owen’s POV

I can still see what’s left of tear stains on Y/N’s cheek; I just really wish she would forget Jason.

Every time I get the same call from Y/N, that he broke up with her again for someone else. That’ll she’ll never get over him, getting over her. Every time she comes running back to me like I am some cure to her heartbreak, and I am until he comes back, and she runs back into her arms, leaving me in the friend zone yet again.

Not that being in the friend zone is terrible; I would rather be her friend than nothing at all. Y/N’s been there through everything with me when we were little, when I went through my first heartbreak, when I got my gig on Knight Squad, then when Knight Squad got canceled, and I cried for more days than I would like to admit. She’s the one that pushed me to audition for Julie and The Phantoms, convinced me not to give up, and that I was good enough. She’s done all this for me, and I still can’t seem to convince her that herself. That she is good enough.

Her smile lights up any room she’s in, her eyes will tell you every single emotion she’s feeling even when she doesn’t want to tell you herself, her laugh is music to literally anyone’s ears, and nothing compares to her humor and kindness.

“Why do you think this happened again O?”

Her soft voice breaks me out of my thoughts; I didn’t even realize she had begun crying again.

“Because he’s an asshole Y/N, you’re too good for him. You always have been and always will be.” I say, trying to remain calm. The sad, broken look in her eyes tears my heart apart. It also makes me want to drive to his house and run his mailbox over with my car.

“O, I am not. I don’t know why you always say that. Jason was so good to me for so long, and no boy has ever even looked at me the way he did. Plus, he was way out of my league; no boy ever wanted me before him. I was always just the girl who hung by your side O, girls didn’t like me because they wanted you, and boys didn’t even look twice at me or just viewed me as a bro. I’m never going to find someone like him again. No one is ever going to like me again, O.”

With every word, she started crying harder and harder. I know she believes those words too. Every word I hear, I can feel the anger swelling up in my chest. It is so hard hearing not only the person you love but also your best friend be so hard on herself.

“Y/N, come on. You know none of that is true. You’re beautiful, and you will find someone else; you just need to forget about Jas-“

“No, O, I won’t. You and I both know that it’s not true. He’s it; I’ll just be alone now that it’s really over with him.”

“Jesus Y/N, why can’t you see it. You’re beautiful, so many boys look at you constantly. They drooled over you in high school; they still do today.”

“O, please just stop. Just stop. I don’t want to hear your lies; I know as my best friend you’re trying to make me feel better, but just stop. I just won’t be with anyone.”

At this moment, I don’t want to be mad. But her words, her words are just setting everything in me on fire. She says these things every time this happens, every time that asshole steps all over her heart, and I can’t take it anymore.

“I bite my tongue, but I want to scream out every time this happens. You could be with me now, but I always tell you what you want to hear! But you’re never ready, and it’s so frustrating! He treats you so bad, and I’m so good to you, it’s not fair. You should be with me!”

Y/N’s POV

Shocked. Shocked is the only word you could even begin to describe how you’re feeling right now.  Never in a million years did you think you would hear those words coming out of Owen’s mouth. Yet here you are, hearing him saying well, yelling these words at you as he’s standing in front of you just staring down at you.

It’s not like you never thought about it; it’s actually all you ever used to think about; you and Owen. You would agonize over your feelings for him. In high school, you would go home crying, seeing all the girls fawning over him. Every other girl getting his attention but you. You were just his friend, his sidekick. At some point, you accepted this, and that being his friend was worth it because at least he would still be in your life. Then you met Jason, sure you even thought about it from time to time because deep down, that feeling would never go away.

“Y/N, hello? I kind of just admitted something important, and you have nothing to say?”

You were so deep in your thoughts you didn’t even realize you had just left Owen hanging. He’s just standing in front of you, arms by his side, looking well nervous almost.

“O, I, I don’t think you mean what you’re saying.”

“Y/N, I know what I am saying! I’ve wanted to say it for years now. I have loved you since we were 15! You’re just too blind to see it; you always have been!”

“I want to believe you, O. I just..”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

Owen yells, and before I can even understand what is going on, I feel his lips slam against mine. Fireworks. My lips slowly melt into his; I can hear his sigh of relief when he feels me reciprocating the kiss back to him. His bottom lip slips between my lips to deepen the kiss. Truly, nothing has ever felt so perfect. We slowly pull apart; he leans his head on mine. Forehead to forehead. I see that perfect smile make its way across his face.

“Believe me now? It’s always been you and I, Y/N. I have always loved you.”

I can’t help but smile at those words, words that I didn’t know how bad I truly wanted to hear, no, needed to hear. He’s right; it’s always been him and I, Owen and Y/N.

“I know O, you and I. You’ve always been there, and I have always loved you too.”

“I told you I’m right here; I’m glad you finally realized it.”

He says before he places his lips back onto mine.

We spend the rest of the night talking, cuddling, and watching the movie. More than anything we spend the night giving each other kisses and whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears. I don’t know what we quite are yet, but I know that he’s my cure.

#owen patrick joyner #owen joyner #owen x reader #owen joyner imagine #owenjoynerimagines #owen joyner x y/n #owen joyner x reader #owen joyner fluff #owen joyner fanfic #owen joyner fic #fluff #charlie gillespie #julie and the phantoms #julieandthephantomsimagine #jatp fanfic #owen jatp

[sukirichi]

HFHDHHDHHSHSH SUKIIIIIIIIIII I SAW THE ALTERNATIVE ENDING UPDATE AND I-

BCHDHDHHSSHSHHS also my friend wants to complain about his lost eardrums cause he said i might have made him deaf thank to the banshee scream i let out 😌✌️

HCHDHDHHDBDBS NOW WHERE DO O EVEN START?? BRO I- WHILE THE OTHER ENDINF HAD ME IN TEARS THIS ONCE JUST MADE ME SMILE SO HARD MY CHEEKS STARTED TO LEGITIMATELY HURT?? HDHDHHDHSHHS LIKE OMFG I DIDNT REALIZE HOW MUCH I MISSED THESE TWO DORKS BXHDHHDHDHHS I COULDNT HELP OT BUT START AIR KICKING ONCE THEY FINALLY SAW EACH OTHER AFTER 8 YEARS FHCHHDHDHSJ AAAAAAAAAA

Ayoo but mt heart kinda clenched when suna notice y/n wasn't wearing her seatbelt so he reached over to buckle it himself... It kinda made me feel like in a way he was making sure that he wouldnt lose y/n in the same way mary died and oh boy..... Even if he doesnt check it willingly, he really got scarred from it....

But omfg when they were just talking while staring at the stars like they used to AND AND SUNA WAS JUST FHDHGDHDGSGHAHS FUCKKKKKK SUKI I LOVE YOUR SUNA SO MUCH JESUS WOMAN HES JUST SO GENTLE AND DEVOTED AND LOYAL I CANT 😭😭😭😭

And thank FUCK she asked him to go with him cause if she didnt I WOULD RIOT FHDHSHHSH

:)

:))))

Suna wasnt given the chance of asking y/n for marriage after they graduated cause she left him

Suna wasnt given the chance of asking mary to marry him cause she 'left to london' 🙄🙄🙄🙄

Can you imagine how happy i was when i finally saw him asking y/n marry me...... OMFG I WANTED TO CRY I- I WANT TO HUG HIM SO BAD OMFG

And girl 👀👀👀 i saw hos you sneaked kita in fhdhhdhdhsh i laughed especially hard when suna went like: even i feel like i'd be happy id i ended up with him' Pls suna shut up 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I

'but id love it even more if you could sit on top of my face. I want to kiss a different pair of lips tonight'

No but we already talked about this and as much as i still see the original ending the canon one i truly felt like i was in a happy dream in this one. I cant put in words how happy and nostalgic i felt while reading this, it truly made me miss the times i was waiting for an update of this series dhdhdhhshs br for sure is my fav fic and will keep on being for a long long time. Thank you so much for accepting our commissions and for always feeding us good food *huggles* you really are an amazing and talented writer and fuck as i felt like y/n was more distant and mature in the original ending here i felt like albeit more mature she still kept the childish shine in her yeah? And that made me so so happy

Thank you again for this suki 💕💕💕

HFHFHHDHDHDHJS i missed ranting like this

Also they named their daughter semi BRUH MY MIND GLITCHED CAUSE I THOUGHT ABOUT SEMI EITA FHDHHDHDHSH

YOOOO KYA IM SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE

ALSO BANSHEE SCREAM OMG AHSJKAA. no omg i also missed them a lot when i was writing it, like i ALMOST forgot these two were best friends and partners in crime for EVERYTHING like no matter what happened, they tried to be there for each other but in the original ending, they had to say goodby eventually and that shit reallly hurts like it HURTS so writing the alt ending was very healing for me lol. and the seatbelt scene, yeah !! he was watching out for her because i dont think suna can handle losing one more person he cares about.

NAUUURR BCOS BROKEN RECORDS SUNA... lowkey my dream guy with the mari thing aside, i would really fall in love with br! suna. he is a super gentle person and hes always patient + EXTREMELY DEVOTED SO ??? yeah come here. (self insert a random thought but it would honestly be easier to break up with suna if he had been a bad person, but instead he was someone who loved and cared with his whole heart - MAN IS JUST A LITTLE CONFUSED SOMETIMES but cmon hes human - and yeah idk, i honestly cant even imagine what it feels like to be in rintaro's shoes.)

THE SCENE WHERE SUNA ALSO LOWKEY CRUSHED ON KITA LMFAOOOO no bcos kita is too perfect to be real.

and omg thank you so much i'm happy to know this'll be your favorite fic YOURE GONNA MAKE ME CRY LOL. and yeah you're right about that - YN in the original ending felt "distant" but that's mostly bcos she and Rintaro aren't on the same... wavelength anymore, if that makes sense. like she grew up and matured faster than him, SHE was able to move on easier than he did, and Suna was still stuck in the past with her as said from his lines that, "i dont love you anymore" even though he does and he always will. YN really has no feelings for him anymore other than platonic, but in the alt ending, i feel like they were more aligned to how they had been in the series from ch1-9. like you said, their playfulness and youth was still there !!

HELPPP NOT SEMI EITA AHSJAKA ALTHO HES HOT TOO, HE REALLY IS

#series ( broken records ) #long ask #💌.lovelies #asks with naoya's trophy wife

[gryffindorcls]

Midnight Resolutions

Summary: After an accidental reveal, Marinette has been avoiding Adrien for months. Alya noticed, and with the help of their friends, she's been working hard to get Adrien and Marinette to admit their very obvious feelings for each other. Unfortunately, all their plans have ended in disaster! Now, it's almost midnight on New Year's Eve, and the class has one last plan.

Length: 2, 638 words This is my present for @toothlessthecatnoir for the ML Secret Santa Exchange by @mlsecretsanta​! You asked for fluff, romance, hurt/comfort, and a happy ending, and I hope this fits the bill! Sorry for posting this at the literal eleventh hour! lol Happy Holidays! I hope you enjoy it! (A shout-out to my super awesome beta @misscongenialityofmlb for taking a look at this!)

— AO3

Fanfiction

“You all remember the plan?” Alya stared down the group of people gathered in her living room. “Because if you have any questions, now is the time to ask.”

“Honestly, I don’t think anyone was listening just now.” Alix rolled her eyes and huffed. “We’re exhausted, and we've been at this for weeks. What makes this plan any different?”

Alya knew her friends were tired, but she had to remain resolute. If she wanted her team of helpers to finish what they’d started, she knew that she needed to be the confident and optimistic leader they needed. Besides, this was the night that all their hard work would come to fruition.

It had to be.

Right?

She took a deep breath and plastered a smile on her face. “This time we’re keeping it simple. They’ll kiss for sure!”

“But that’s what you said about the winter carnival, the history project, the Secret Santa, and the mistletoe.” The jovial aura that usually surrounded Kim was noticeably missing, sending a pang of guilt through Alya’s chest. “Nothing has worked.”

Alya did her best not to cringe at the memories of their various mishaps. True, her previous plans had been a little intense, but it was worth the sacrifice. Marinette had done so much for all of them in the past, and Adrien deserved some happiness in his life. It was the least they could do for their friends.

“And let’s not forget the time we tried to lock them in that closet.” Alix’s frustration seemed to grow as she spoke. “Marinette sent Kim to the emergency room after that!”

Kim shuddered. “Don’t remind me. If I hadn’t run away, Marinette would have broken my arm for sure. I still can’t figure out how she busted down the door that fast. We were lucky that I walked away with a mild concussion instead of a cast.”

“Look, I know we’ve been at this for months, but trust me! It’s going to work this time.” Alya clenched a fist in front of her. “I just know it will.”

Removing his glasses, Nino pinched the bridge of his nose. “Babe, don’t get me wrong, it hurts to watch those two, but I don’t think we can handle another disaster. Every time we put those two together, Marinette flips.”

“Yes, but it’s not like we haven’t dealt with a jumpy Marinette in the past.” Panic began to settle in her gut as the energy in the room slowly died. “It’s just a little more than what we’re used to.”

“A little?” Nino closed his eyes and sighed. “Ms. Mendeleiev is still pissed about the fire in her lab last month, and we’re lucky that the museum isn’t making us pay for the broken windows.”

“Not to mention Juleka lost her eyebrows...twice,” Rose piped in from the back of the group. “I highly doubt she wants to lose them a third time.”

“They grew back,” Juleka mumbled, “It’s fine. Marinette and Adrien need us.”

“Yes! Thank you, Juleka! We can’t stop now!” She could hear the desperation in her own voice. “They are perfect for each other, and you know it!”

“Yes, and I want my bro to be happy. I really do.” Slumping in his seat, Nino looked defeated. “But at what cost?”

“You know as well as I do that it was even worse before we started doing all of this. Marinette wouldn’t even look at him, and Adrien walked around like a kicked puppy.” Giving up was not an option...not when they were so close.

“Yeah, I remember.” Nino collapsed onto the couch. “Adrien was so tight-lipped about the whole thing, and I thought he was going to burst into tears at any second. But this is getting dangerous, babe. You gotta admit that.”

“If only we knew what happened between them that made them act so weird around each other.” Alix chuckled. “Well...weirder than they usually are.”

“All we have to do is get them to sit on this couch together all night.” Alya couldn’t back down...not now. “No complicated schemes tonight. We just need to put the snacks in the right place so Adrien sits next to them. That boy is always hungry.”

Kim shook his head. “Okay, that’s great and all, but that only takes care of Adrien. How do you plan on getting Marinette to stay in one spot? What makes you think that she won’t leave the couch?”

“All of us are going to pair off and make it too awkward for her to join any group.” She was proud of this plan, but the hesitant looks on the faces around her planted a seed of doubt in her mind. “She’s getting here before Adrien, and I know she’ll retreat to the couch when she sees the rest of us already engaged in our own conversations.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m with Kim. That is the weakest plan I’ve ever heard.” Alix plopped onto the couch next to Nino, grabbed a pillow, shoved it against her face, and screamed. “This nightmare is never going to end!”

“No, it’s the perfect plan. Marinette is the kind of girl who is too polite to ram her way into a conversation between two people. My girl has class, and she hates being a third wheel.” Ignoring the uncertainty, Alya stood her ground. “Trust me.

“Well, I still think it’s a longshot, but it doesn’t involve fire or glass this time, so I guess I’m in.” Alix pointed her index finger toward Alya. “But this is the last time. After tonight we have to let them figure it out on their own.”

“Fine.” Once again feeling her confidence grow, Alya smiled. “But it’s going to work this time.”

“Whatever you say!” Alix said with a flippant wave of her hand.

It was going to work.

It had to.

What could possibly go wrong?

***

CRASH

With an outstretched hand, Adrien watched a punch-covered Marinette spring from the couch, run into Alya’s bedroom, and slam the door behind her. Where had he gone wrong?

It had been exactly three months, seventeen days, two hours, and twenty-eight minutes since Marinette, the love of his life, had accidentally revealed her identity to Chat Noir.

Her words from that day replayed in his head like a broken record. “I fell in love with a boy who apologized by giving me an umbrella after I thought he put gum on my seat.”

When everything clicked into place, he couldn’t not tell her who he was. At least that’s what he had thought at the time.

Perhaps pulling her into an embrace, whispering her name into her ear, and detransforming was not the best way to handle the situation, but how was he supposed to know that she would react so negatively? Not only was he her loyal partner, but he was also her crush. It seemed like a win-win! Right?

Wrong.

If he had known that she was going to avoid him for months on end, he would have done things differently. But the past was in the past, and he could only hope for a better future. Marinette was his lady, his light, his love. How was he supposed to declare his love if she kept running away?

“Follow her,” Alya whispered into his ear, pulling him away from his thoughts.

“What’s the point?” Adrien wanted to cry. “She told me that she loves me, but I’m not so sure that she does anymore.”

“Wait!” Holding up a hand, Alya had silenced the room with one word. “You’re kidding! That’s what happened? That’s why my girls been wigging out for months?”

Careful to avoid talking about the other reveal from that night, Adrien continued. “Yeah. It was a few months ago. I don’t think she meant to tell me.”

“Did you reject her or something?”

“No, not at all! I was overjoyed when I found out, but she ran away before I could respond.”

“That explains so much.”

He buried his face in his hands. “Maybe I’m scaring her off or something? I don’t know. Can you help me?”

Taking a seat next to him, Alya put a hand on his shoulder. “Would you like me to talk to her first? I can try to calm her down enough for you to talk to her.”

Hope fluttered in his chest. “That would be great. Thank you so much!”

He had the best friends.

“Wait here, Sunshine.” She hopped off of the couch and disappeared into her bedroom.

It felt like hours before Alya finally returned with the go-ahead for him to enter the room. He hopped off the couch, approached the door, and gave a tentative knock. His heart did backflips when he heard the soft “come in” from the other side of the door.

He turned the knob, slowly peeked his head in, and scanned the room. His elation was quickly replaced by concern when his eyes landed on a teary and disheveled Marinette sitting on the edge of the bed.

Despite the towel wrapped around her shoulders, she was still soaking wet with red punch. She looked miserable, and Adrien wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms and tell her that everything would be alright. But he was just here to talk.

Only talking.

For now.

“Hey,” he called out, closing the door behind him.

She sniffled and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. “Hi.”

He was pleasantly surprised when Marinette didn’t react as he crossed the room and took a seat next to her on the bed. So far so good.

Without thinking, his words tumbled out. “Marinette, we really need to talk.”

Her head shot up, and she turned to look at him. Her bottom lip trembled, and fresh tears streamed down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” she croaked out, “I messed everything up!”

“What?” Adrien couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “How?”

“Not only did I fail as Ladybug and reveal my identity, but I made everything awkward between us!”

“But you didn’t make anything awkward! I did!”

“No, it's my fault! Not yours. I’ve turned you down for two years because I was in love with you as a civilian. I ruined everything!”

“Oh, Marinette, no. Finding out about your crush was the greatest thing that ever happened to me...well, right after learning that my lady and the coolest girl I know are the same person.”

The corners of her mouth twitched into a smile. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” He nodded. “I love you, Marinette.”

“You do?”

“I love you so much, and I’ve been trying to tell you for months. I didn’t think I could love a person more than I loved Ladybug, and then she turned out to be you, and I’ve never been so happy to have been proven wrong.”

“And all this time, I thought you were going to get mad at me.”

“Mad at you? No! Not at all!” He couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m overjoyed, but you kept running away from me, and you split up our patrol routes. I thought you were mad at me for telling you that I figured out your identity.”

“You thought I was mad at you?” She sobbed into her hands. “This really is a disaster.”

Screw it.

He was in love with her.

He couldn’t let her sit there and cry.

In one swift motion, Adrien leaned over, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her into an embrace. She momentarily stiffened before collapsing against his chest and continuing to cry.

Hoping to calm her down before any purple butterflies paid them a visit, Adrien rubbed her back with his palm. “I’m not mad. I promise. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” Her voice was small and thick with tears, but they were the sweetest words he’d ever heard.

They sat in silence, allowing him to revel in the embrace. When Marinette eventually calmed down, she snuggled into his chest. It was a good thing that he wasn’t standing because if he had been, he would have definitely fallen over. She was so close and so beautiful. He could hardly contain his joy.

It was a beautiful moment that he wished could last forever...until she shivered.

Oh, right. She was covered in punch.

Here he was, enjoying the moment, letting his (hopefully) soon-to-be girlfriend freeze in wet clothes.

Refusing to let go, he rested his forehead against hers. “Hey, what do you say we get out of here?”

She shook her head. “But...it’s almost midnight, and I think Alya is expecting us to rejoin the party.”

“I think she’ll let it slide.” He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. “After all, we wouldn’t want one of Paris’ heroes to get sick, right?”

Marinette giggled. “Yeah, okay.”

She was too cute.

The sound of her laughter was more beautiful than a symphony, and he would do anything to hear it again. He pulled her to her feet and laced his fingers between hers. They managed to leave the party without any qualms from their friends, and soon they found themselves standing on the sidewalk in the cold winter air.

When her teeth started chattering, his grip tightened around her hand before he quickly dragged her into an alley.

“Adrien!” she squeaked, “What are you doing?”

“Plagg, CLAWS OUT!” His transformation illuminated the space around them. “My lady, would you allow me the honor of escorting you home?”

She giggled again. “What’s gotten into you, you silly cat?”

He almost melted on the spot. She was going to kill him. Adrien was but a mere mortal. How was he supposed to survive if she kept being so freaking adorable?

“I’m taking you home the express route.” He held out his hand. “If you’ll let me, that is.”

She nodded and took a step toward him. Adrien swept her into his arms, knees nearly giving out when she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck.

All too soon, they touched down on her balcony; however, even after he lowered her feet to the ground, she didn’t let go.

Goodness, he was so in love.

“We should really get you inside,” he whispered, resting his hands on her waist. “You should put on some dry clothes.”

“Not yet.” She bit her lip as she looked up and met his gaze. “It was soaking wet when I fell in love with you, so it’s only fitting that I’m covered with punch when I do this.

He swallowed. “D-do what?”

Her hands cupped his face as she drew closer. “This.”

The world came to a screeching halt as her lips met his. Her fingers moved to the back of his head, deepening the kiss. It was everything he’d ever dreamed of and more. Her breath became his lifeline, his soul dreading the moment they had to part.

They smiled under the kiss, causing their teeth to clack and their noses to bump, but it was perfect nonetheless. This was his lady, the girl under the mask he swore he’d love no matter what.

When they pulled apart, they fell into a laughing heap on the ground. Cheers erupted around them as fireworks lit up the sky. It was as if the universe itself was celebrating with them.

“I guess that’s one way to ring in the New Year.” She turned her head towards the sky. “This year, we should definitely kiss like that every day.”

“I think that’s one resolution I can definitely keep.” He kissed her forehead. “And maybe we could even kiss more than once a day?”

“I’d like that.” She grabbed his bell and pulled him down to her level. “Let’s start now.”

Adrien was more than happy to oblige.

#miraculous ladybug #ml secret santa #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #my fic #post reveal #pre relationship #adrienette #ml fanfiction #new years eve

[theyscreamjade]

so i was listening to call out my name and I thought of an imagine for shinso or bakugo.

hope you can make it, remember to drink water and stay home.

-🌸

Call Out My Name

How did you know that I tend to write my imagines with music? My dear flower anon, I hope one day I see you~ but I do drink the respect juice. Alright, When I listened to this song, I immediately thought of Bakugo instead of Shinso, but don’t worry. I’ve got something for him. This was originally an idea I had for my self-ships but I think this’ll be good! I’ll probably add it later! I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Abuse, Gore, Strong Language and Subject Matter.

Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive. -Charlotte Brontë

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“Aye, Dumbass.” He said, making you look over at him. You placed your hand on your hip with a soft curious look on your face as he looked down at you.

“The next time you feel like you’re going to freeze like you did, just call my name..” he mumbled softly, a blush covering his cheeks. His randomness made you laugh a bit before you realized he was being serious.

You and Bakugo were in a secret relationship, which was mutually respected. You didn’t want to interfere with his ambitions and he didn’t want to have you in the spotlight though you are already. He’s seen the relationships within the hero’s world and they hardly ever work out. He doesn’t want to lose you...but he doesn’t want to make things worse for you.

A few things about you were being discovered with each step of the relationship, but..he was always curious about your original origins. You were adopted by a hero at a young age and raised under her wing though she would go on to say that there was a small period in your life you can’t talk about. It was a time where your father was freed from prison for good behavior and was able to take you away from her.

It was past you never spoke about..untold the doors were opened. Several things happened almost in an instant, your apartment was broken into, you were kidnapped and your whereabouts were still unknown. Well, they were.

The big secret was revealed from your father’s records for his seventeenth arrest which granted your guardian full custody of you. Child abuse was the final charge that was placed on him and which sent him onto his long jail sentence.

He could remember the bastard's face when Midoriya exposed an image of him during a group meeting to plan rescue even though he wanted to save you as soon as you disappeared. It had to take a talk from Kirishima, All Might, and Beat Jeanest to make him take his anger and place it in the back. For now.

His feet touched the sandy surface that surrounded the large warehouse. It was located right outside the cities limits, literally five hours away. A scream could be heard as light flittered on and off, just making his blood boil. It was yours.

“Bro...Don’t lose control.” Kirishima tried to reason as his hearing started to zone out. Rage, regret, anger at him but also as himself. He regretted not knowing a single thing about you, the issue of not knowing about your past, the reason why you became a hero in the first place was to obliterate the judgments and proclamations people made about you because of your villainous parents.

You hid your feelings through a smile. Those times he could’ve been there, he could’ve held you when you’d feel helpless, broken, abused. Those times you often sat alone, those times you’d lock yourself in your apartment to seclude yourself. He’d hear the hiccups when you’d cry, the soft sobs.

His hands began to pop a bit, the soft sounds of explosions on his hands. Before anyone could react, he caught a glimpse of you. Your shadow was being reflected from the dim light inside the room, your hands were bounded, chained as you tried to fight against the attacker.

His eyes stared quietly at you, trying to fight. For a mere second, your eyes looked towards the hidden group of hero’s, blended well into the darkness. Your heart pounded in your chest as you shoved your pride aside. The spiky hair was the first thing you spotted before you screamed as loud as you could.

“BAKUGO!!” You shrieked as loud as you could as everyone reacted at your sudden cry for help. The sudden boom was the last thing you could remember while your body crashed backward. The chains that bounded you left your arms scraped.

“YOU STUPID BITCH! WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Your father screamed towards you, the vision of seeing him when you were younger was flashing in your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. You scoot backward as quickly as you could, begging profusely.

“Please! I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I’ll do better! I promise!” You cried, closing your eyes as your body shook in fear. Your father’s quirk took control of your body, his advanced telekinesis gave him the ability to kill anyone by stopping their blood flowing towards the heart.

“You were a fucking mistake from the beginning..” Your father spoke towards you, not a single shred of love in his words. The large metal doors were obliterated as shreds of metals slammed right into your father.

His power was disconnected from your body before you felt a sudden hug, a warm body pulled you into his chest. When you opened your eyes, the small sighting of black and you gripped Bakugo’s as tightly as you could. Your emotions soon lost control, those tears you were told to never stream flowed like a river.

“K-K-Katsuki..” you sobbed, your nails digging into his costume. Your hands were no longer restrained but the simple thought of that wasn’t on your mind. Those feelings rushed through your body, years, and years of denying the obvious impact that bastard left on you since you were five. A hand touched the back of your head, his gauntlet no longer on his arms. His hand touched your scalp while you sobbed your heart out.

The overwhelming feelings were finally being displayed. Bakugo simply kissed your head and whispered the words you’ve wished to hear for the longest. The feeling you wish you had so long ago, instead of lying and saying you were fine. For once in your life, his words made you finally feel protected.

“It’s okay...I’ve got you now.”

#my hero academia #my hero academy fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #bnha bakugo katsuki #i hope you like this #my hero academia scenarios #my heart hurts #my hero imagines #bnha imagines #mha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugo x reader

[itsadamcole]

you’re not broken

fem!reader x kyle o’reilly

reader and Kyle go back to reader’s home in Philadelphia for Christmas. little does Kyle know that reader’s mother isn’t the nicest person .... “i promise you that you’re not broken”

word count: 2.5k+

warnings: angst, mentions of death / plane crash, verbal assault, fluff

— day 3 in a row ... out of (hopefully) 25 —

masterlist || request an imagine here

part 2

***

You smile as you walk up to the front door of your childhood home. Your boyfriend's hand in yours. You hope to God that your parents and siblings will be nice to you. Maybe because Kyle is here then they might.

Christmas at home hasn't been the same since your older sister's plane crash. It's been two years but since the year after she died, your family hasn't been treating you like they used to. They've started comparing you to your sister that passed, telling you that you'll never be like she was, telling you that you'll never achieve the same success that she did in WWE.

It hasn't been the same since she died. You miss your sister. You were best friends and tag partners. She was so understanding when Kyle asked you to join the Undisputed Era and was so supportive when you had a storyline against her after you joined the Undisputed Era.

Kyle knows about some of what your family has said to you, but he doesn't know about what they've said about you and comparing you to your sister.

Speaking of Kyle, he senses you're nervous even though you have a smile on your face. He tightens his grip on your hand and he says, "Relax, Y/N. If they say something to you then I'll make sure to say something back to them. No one hurts my girl without consequences."

You look up at Kyle and say, "You're the best." You smile.

Kyle smiles down at you and pecks your lips before you knock on the door.

There is shuffling behind the door as you smooth out the front of your dark red dress and move closer to Kyle.

Your younger sister, who is thirteen years old, answers the door. "Y/N! You're here!" she says happily.

"Hey, shortie," you say, laughing. "You're not exactly short anymore, are you. You're almost as tall as me. Have you grown since I last saw you?"

She giggles and says, "It's been a little bit since you've seen me, Y/N. Come home more often." Her giggles stop and she starts to pout.

You hug your younger sister and say, "I would love to come home but I have a title to defend." You look at Kyle. He smiles at you.

Ever since your parents changed their attitude toward you, you've stayed away from Philadelphia. You've been staying with Kyle in Orlando to be close to the Performance Center and Full Sail. You haven't been back home since July and it's now December. Your sister turned thirteen in the time you've been away.

"I know," your younger sister says. "I just miss you."

You kiss the side of your sister's head and say, "I miss you too. You can always come down to Florida. I'll even buy you a plane ticket if you want to come visit. Maybe get Y/B/N to come with you since he's 18."

Your older sister was almost 30 when she died. You're 28. There's a ten year difference between you and your brother and your youngest sister is 13.

Y/S/N says, "If Mom and Dad will let me go. They've been strict since the accident and they won't even let us get on a plane."

"I'll talk to them tonight," you say. "Maybe you guys can come spend New Years with Kyle and I."

Kyle nods and says, "The boys will be there too with their girlfriends and wives but we'd love to have you come down, Y/S/N."

She smiles and says, "Yay." Your sister skips inside the house and you sigh, looking up at Kyle.

"Are you naturally that good with kids or what?" you ask.

Kyle laughs and says, "Naturally that good."

You smile and reach up, pressing a kiss to Kyle's lips. You walk into the house holding Kyle's hand.

"Mom!" you call. "I'm here!"

Your mom says, "In the kitchen, sweetheart!" You walk into the large kitchen. You're greeted with the smell of roast beef as soon as you walk into the kitchen.

Y/B/N sits at the kitchen island with Y/S/N and they're playing something on Y/B/N computer. You run up behind your brother and attack him with a hug from behind. "Hey, baby bro," you say.

"Jesus, Y/N," he gasps. "You scared me and I'm trying to win as imposter."

That's when you realize he's playing Among Us. You see his name in red. "Ooh," you giggle. "Let me in at some point tonight. I wanna kick you ass."

You, Kyle, and your siblings laugh. You mother scolds, "Y/N! Language please."

"Ass isn't a bad word, mother," you sigh. "Relax."

Kyle looks at you then looks at your mom, who says, "You know such language is not allowed in this house."

You roll your eyes and say to your brother, "I'll play after dinner, if I'm still here."

Your brother nods and you take Kyle's hand, leaving the kitchen and walking into the living room. Your dad sits on the couch with wrestling on the TV.

"Hi, daddy," you smile, kissing the top of his head. "What are you watching?"

Your dad smiles and say, "Hi, pumpkin. I'm watching one of Shawn Michaels' old matches."

You sit beside your dad and Kyle sits beside you. "Nice to see you again, Mr. L/N," Kyle says.

"You too, Kyle," your dad says. "Is there a match the two of you would like to watch?"

Kyle says, "How about Randy Orton versus Drew McIntyre at Hell in a Cell? That match was amazing."

You dad says, "I agree. It's such a good match." He puts it on. "You have good taste in matches, Kyle."

He laughs and says, "Y/N and I have very similar taste in matches. We both like the matches that involve cells or weapons. Y/N likes tables."

"They're the worst to go through in real life but it's fun to watch other people go through them," you say.

Your dad laughs and says, "Your sister liked table matches too. She said the same thing. They were a pain to go through but she loved watching them."

Your mood tanks at the mention of your sister. Kyle notices this and takes your hand. You rest your head on his shoulder and watch Drew lose his title to Randy.

It's close to twenty minutes later before your mother calls, "Dinner!"

Your dad gets up, walking to the dining room. You look up at Kyle and you say, "Whatever they say, either ignore it or just let me handle it, okay?"

Kyle says, "I'm jumping in if it looks like you need help. I'm serious."

You nod and walk into the dining room with Kyle. Your mother is serving your father dinner. A lot sits out on the large table. A plate with cut up roast beef, corn sits in a bowl, mashed potatoes right next to the corn, biscuits, green beans, and a bowl of mac n' cheese all sit on the table.

You help yourself to some mac n' cheese and say, "Dinner looks amazing, Mom."

"Thank you, Y/N," she says. Her voice is cold. Obviously she's still mad about you saying the word 'ass' in front of her.

Kyle grabs some roast beef and takes a bit. "Mhm," he hums. "This is the best roast beef I've had in a long time."

You smile and say, "Mom slow roasts it in the oven. It takes all day but so worth it." Kyle smiles and takes another bite.

Y/S/N says, "Mom, can Y/B/N and I spend New Years in Florida with Y/N and Kyle?"

Mom looks at you then at your sister before asking, "How do you plan on getting back here, Y/S/N?"

You look at your mom and say, "I can accompany them back. Kyle and I leave in two days to go back to Orlando so we can just book Y/S/N and Y/B/N seats on the same flight as Kyle and I."

"Please, Mom?" your sister pleads.

"Yeah, please?" your brother chimes in.

Your mom looks at your siblings and says, "You both know how I feel about planes. They crash."

Your sister gets a sad look on her face and you say, "It's very rare, Mom. I've flown plenty of times."

"You were supposed to be on the flight that Y/OS/N was on," your mother snaps. "You realize that, right?"

A pang of hurt hits you in the chest and you say, "I'm well aware but it's not my fault that the plane crashed, Mom."

Your mother looks at you from across the table and says, "It should've been you on that plane, Y/N. Instead it was your sister, who actually made this family proud."

Kyle says, "Woah, okay. Mrs. L/N, that's not fair on Y/N's part. She had no idea that the plane would crash."

Tears well up in your eyes and you say, "I make this family proud too, Mom. I've held tag titles, I currently hold the only women's singles title in NXT. I'm in a group that has made history in NXT. I've made history with Y/OS/N as longest reigning and most reigns as WWE Women's Tag Team champion."

Your mother says, "Your sister held the Raw Women's title for a record breaking 450 days. How long have you held the NXT Women's title for?"

"348 days, and counting," you spit at her. "I'm only behind her by 100 days, which I plan on breaking. Then I plan on breaking Asuka's longest reign of 510 days just to prove to you that I can do every fucking thing that Y/OS/N did!"

Your mother's eyes widen and she says, "Curse one more time in my house and you will never be allowed back in."

You stare at her and say, "Fine. Fuck you, Mom. Fuck you for ever comparing me to Y/OS/N and fuck you for never being proud of me even though I've achieved the same success as she did." You look at your siblings. "Go upstairs and pack a suitcase. I'm taking you two with me."

They nod and run upstairs. You slam your silverware down on the table and you stand up. Your mother says, "That is not how you talk to your mother, Y/N."

You cry, "You have not been my mother since my sister died. Not the way that you've been treating me."

As you walk away, you hear Kyle say, "She's grieving too. She knows that it should have been her too, and she'll carry that with her for the rest of her life. She doesn't need her mother of all people telling her that it should've been her in the plane instead of Y/OS/N. Her sister was her best friend and she lost a lot that day too."

Your sister and brother walk down the stairs and you look at them. Your sister runs to you and hugs you. Your brother hugs you too. You hug them back.

Kyle walks out into the foyer and you look up at him. He says, "Come on. I'll change our flights to tonight and we can be down in Florida by midnight. We'll buy Y/S/N and Y/B/N some clothes when we get back to Orlando."

You nod, leaving the house with Kyle and your siblings.

***

It's right after midnight when you, Kyle, and your siblings get back to the house you share with Kyle.

You moved in with Kyle about six months ago after a year or so of dating. The house is three bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, and two floors. You sigh as you walk in the door.

Kyle sets your siblings up in the guest bedrooms as you go and lay in your bedroom. You finally change out of the dress and get into one of Kyle's shirts. You curl into a ball and let out what you've been holding in.

Your face is in your pillow and your makeup is being cried off your face.

The door to the bedroom closes and Kyle sighs, "Your siblings are in bed and they're both all set up in their rooms."

You sit up and look at Kyle. He looks at you and his face falls. He grabs a box of tissues and you say, "I'm a mess, I'm sorry." You take a tissue and wipe your makeup stained tears away.

"You're okay," he says, sitting next to you. "It's okay to cry, Y/N. You don't have to be strong every day, especially after what you have been through."

You crawl over onto Kyle's lap and say, "I feel broken, Kyle. I have since my sister died in that plane crash. I feel like I haven't healed at all."

"Hey," Kyle says. "I promise you that you're not broken, Y/N. You're sad, you're grieving, but you're not broken."

You start to cry softly and say, "I miss her, Kyle. Why couldn't it have been me instead of her?"

Kyle says, "Don't say that. Please don't. I need you here. Your sister and your brother need you here. The WWE Universe needs you here. Adam, Roderick, and Bobby need you here. Don't let your mother tell you otherwise."

You look up at Kyle. He wipes your tears away with his thumbs. You say, "I love you, Kyle. I'm so in love with you."

Kyle smiles at you and says, "I love you too, Y/N. I need you here. Selfishly, a part of me is glad you were on that plane because I don't know what I would do without you."

You lean in and press a lingering kiss to his lips. Kyle kisses you back before he pulls back and says, "Marry me."

"Kyle," you say, meeting his eyes.

He says, "I'm serious. Marry me. You can come to my family's house in Canada for holidays, we can spend the rest of our lives doing this. I love you, and I want to start a family with you."

You don't hesitate to nod and say, "Yes. I'll marry you, Kyle."

Kyle smiles and kisses you. You smile into the kiss. You smile for real for the first time in a very long time.

That smile doesn't leave your lips as you lay with Kyle in bed, cuddles up to him. He holds you in his arms and your legs are intertwined with his.

His fingers run through your hair. Your eyes are closed and he says, "I don't have a ring yet, by the way. I didn't even know that I was going to propose until I did."

You giggle and say, "We'll go ring shopping eventually. I just want to lay with you right now."

Kyle shifts a bit and gets comfortable. You smile and begin to doze off.

"Merry Christmas, baby," Kyle whispers. "I forgot to tell you at midnight."

You mumble, "Merry Christmas, Kyle."

Then you fall asleep.

#kyle o’reilly imagine #kyle o’reilly fluff #kyle o’reilly x reader #wrestling imagine #wrestling fluff #wwe imagine #wwe fluff #nxt imagine #nxt fluff #imagines #imagine #fluff #fluff imagine #christmas imagine #fluffmas

[andy-loves-corgis]

All of The Lights - Ch 9 (TRR AU)

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: lots of pining.

Rating: M (I can’t make them not curse I guess…).

Word count: ~ 4,000

Notes: I’m a bitch and I have no right to ask for forgiveness, only thank those who are still putting up with my bullshit!

WARNING: Read the Prologue! Every chapter has TWO timelines, Before (about a year before the Prologue) and After (two years after the prologue), if you don’t pay attention to that you might get confused!

Iris

And I would give up forever to touch you

BEFORE

There were voices muffled by the clatter of pans and cutlery at the kitchens, but somehow Savannah’s voice seemed to rise above all the noise pointing at the TV.

“Just look at her.”

Drake did, it was a sequence of pictures from the past couple of weeks, all the royal functions Riley attended alongside Liam, Leo, and Madeleine; the three women on the morning show were analyzing if Riley was there with Liam or just as a maid of honor for Madeleine. In each photo Riley sported her noble grin, he knew it was the fake one because when she smiled fully you could spot the smallest of dimples on her cheeks.

“She looks miserable.” Savannah continued looking for his reaction.

“No, she doesn’t” Drake brushed her off and finished his orange juice in one big gulp before getting up. “Riley is a big girl; she can make her own decisions.”

“Are you going already? I thought you didn’t have classes at all today”

“Well, first…” he kissed the top of her head “… I still work, and Liam texted me to meet him this morning.”

“Oh, because you’re soooooo important!” Savannah laughed rolling her eyes.

Drake pushed another croissant in his mouth and left the kitchens, feeling in the air that the cold was preparing to go away. The competition season would start soon, and he would hate to wake up in the early hours of the morning – as he used to during this events-, to cold weather. He spotted Liam with his black zip-up jacket waiting for him, with a couple of men from the Royal Guard; Drake took his time to pull up the sleeves of his hoodie.

“Hey. Thought you wanted to talk” Drake said greeting his friend.

“I need to blow off some steam, thought it would be good to go for a run. Are you out of shape?” Liam teased.

“As I remember, we did the Army training together, I was the fastest on our squad.”

“Nah, I let you win,” Liam said, and Drake laughed.

“Start running, then. Your highness.” Drake challenged him with a smirk.

After 20 laps, Drake notices signs of fatigue in Liam.

“Come on!” Drake teased, turning on his back but still running ahead of Liam.

“Jesus, what are you made of, Walker?” Liam laughed, throwing his head back almost in exhaustion.

“Whiskey and one-night-stands.” Drake laughed and stopped as soon as they reached their starting point, both leaning on the wall to even their breaths.

“Yeah, about that…” the prince took a big gulp of water from his bottle and turned to his best friend. “What happened at Leo’s bachelor party?”

Drake looked puzzled.

“Did you blackout?”

“No, not at all, actually” Drake knew Liam was trying to keep it cool, but he could see right through him. “You were alone with Riley for some time… did she say anything?”

“Liam, I spend a lot of time alone with Riley, I really can’t see your point…”

“Did something happen?” Liam wasn’t bothering to hide anymore.

Blinking a few times, Drake finally understood where the conversation was heading.

“I won’t bother to answer you, Liam.” Drake stopped leaning on the wall “Riley and I were friends since we were kids.”

“You know she’s completely off-limits, right? Even if we wore broken up, it’s Bro Code.” Liam tried to sound casual.

“Like when you slept with Erika?” the color was drained from Liam’s face when Drake finished his remark.

“You already know what happened” his answer was strained. “She was playing you and took advantage of the fact that I had too much to drink that night after a fight with Riley.”

Drake preferred to believe his longest friend.

“It doesn’t change the fact that I caught both of you naked in bed and never told Riley, that alone could remind you the WE are friends too.” Liam stayed silent after this. “I don’t know if my answer was enough for you, but I have work to do.”

“I… forget what I said, Riley has been weirdly good-behaved, she just makes me unsure…”

“That’s… your problem, Liam.

Drake shrugged and shook his head. He knew he shouldn’t give the literal back to the prince, but it wasn’t like he could handle another minute of awkwardness.

Concentrating was hard in the first hour, he kept reliving the moment where he opened the door of the room Erika was staying, how she was curled up on Liam’s chest. The surprised look on her face, from her to Liam; how she begged for forgiveness.

After three hours he figured he wouldn’t get any work done, so he decided to find Riley and see if she wanted a ride to Valtoria, he was scheduled to select the horses there for the next competition; he wasn’t surprised to find her along with Savannah at the dancing studio.

“I thought I smelled Tiger Balm,” he said as soon as he opened the door. “Should you be doing that already?”

Savannah was sitting on the ground with 3 pairs of ballet shoes and a sewing kit; Riley was right across her in a perfect split.

“You always liked the smell” Riley smiled dodging his question. “See… if you sew an elastic instead of silk, it will allow you more movements.”

“What are all these shoes?” Drake asked.

“Riley gave them to me so I could practice for the presentation” Savannah gave him a toothy grin.

Drake side-eyed Riley, the girl just clenched her jaw, sat back, and got up.

“Oh my, I just forgot I had to meet Maxwell… See you soon, bye!” Savannah exclaimed sensing the change in the atmosphere.

Drake waited until he heard the door closing behind his sister

“We had an agreement on gifts,” he said to her back as she pretended to look for something on her gym bag; he heard the clinking sound of her painkillers shaking in their bottle, she shouldn’t have been training so soon.

A long exhale followed.

“I bought them to myself, but it doesn’t seem like I’m going to wear them anytime soon, does it?” she was in a sour mood grabbing the orange bottle more forcefully than she should.

“I’ll count them as birthday gifts.”

“They are just fucking ballet shoes, Drake!” she turned with her jaw clenched, her blue eyes glimmering. “Helping Savannah is literally the only thing I’m holding onto right now.”

Her fists were balled on the side of her body and her whole frame was slightly shaking.

“Riley” Drake changed to a much softer tone. “Is everything alright?”

She closed her eyes for a second too long.

“Define ‘alright’.”

Drake didn’t say anything else, his hands just circled both of her upper arms and pulled her to his embrace, he felt in his chest as she inhaled and exhaled deeply, containing her tears. Even as a child, Riley hated crying in front of anyone.

“Hey, New York is just around the corner, ok?” Drake said and a sob escaped her mouth. “Soon you’ll be oceans away.”

Her sobbing was uncontrollable now.

“I’m not going.” Her voice was muffled by his chest.

“Wait… what happened?” he took a step back and his heart clenched at the sight of her watery eyes.

“I burned my acceptance letter two weeks ago, it was just bullshit, Drake. Everyone knows I can’t escape this place.” She forcefully wiped a tear that rolled down her cheek.

A small part of him, a part he would hardly acknowledge, was relieved to hear she wasn’t leaving; although, there was another part of him that was dying to see her like that. He always imagined Riley as an exotic bird inside a golden cage.

“You shouldn’t have done that!” he pulled her back to his arms and kissed the top of her head. “Things are going to be fine; I can’t tell you how, but they will, even if I have to make them be, ok?”

She sniffed on his chest.

“´k”

“Hey, let me take you back to Valtoria tonight, I’m headed there anyway” he moved back just a little to see her quickly drying her eyes.

“Yeah, that would be good, thanks.” She gave him a small smile.

“Be ready at 6 pm”

Drake left the room with a strange feeling at the pit of his stomach. Getting back to his office, he tried to concentrate on the paperwork for the next competition; stopping a little early than 6, he scrolled through his Instagram and something caught his attention, a smile spread on his face as he realized how he could lift Riley’s mood.

For some unknown reason, his legs were shaking while he waited for her outside his truck, it got worse once he saw her leaving the castle, wearing just jeans and no makeup on.

“Ready?” she asked, she sounded a little more cheerful than in the afternoon.

“Yeah” he opened the door and helped her hop in his Silverado.

As he drove far from the palace she seemed to relax, even more, concentrated on the changing blue sky as the night fell.

“We’ll need to stop somewhere first…” Drake started uncertain, regretting his words as soon as he said them.

“Where are we going?” she looked at him puzzled. “Are you gonna kill me and dispose of my body in the woods?”

Drake rolled his eyes and threw his cellphone on her lap.

“Sometimes I think I should…” he joked but stopped to study her face as a crease appeared between her brows.

“Are you serious?” she looked at him suspiciously. “Is this a prank? You would NEVER do this…”

“I can head right to Valt…”

“NO NO, we’re going” she reached for the steering wheel.

“You’re a danger even in the passenger seat, York” Drake pretended to slap her hand; he couldn’t help but smile at her excitement.

He parked his truck in front of the Wood Wheel and Riley hopped off the car like a child anxious to get into the park.

“Am I allowed to record?” she asked grinning.

“No” he stated, pulling his guitar from behind his seat. “I’m only doing this because I hate owing you.”

“Whatever you say, Walker…”

Getting inside, they were welcomed by the smell of Al’s greasy fries, loud chatter, and someone finishing a song on the makeshift stage at the right corner.

“Look if it isn’t my favorite costumer and again, he brought his girl that knows how to drink.” Al greeted them from the counter.

“Al doesn’t understand the term ‘friends’” he threw Riley an unapologetic look and she shrugged, making a beeline to the bar and grabbing a glass of wine for her and whisky for him.

“Drake’s gonna sing today!” Riley stated excited sitting on the stool.

“Oh, is he?” Al looked at him puzzled as Drake rested his guitar on the floor.

“I lost a bet” he mumbled grabbing his glass.

Al snorted, cleaning another glass.

“I have a free slot in half an hour, I’ll be waiting” Al mocked him.

After his second glass, he felt more at ease, especially after watching Riley chat cheerfully with Al, the remnants of her sadness not showing anymore.

“Ohhhh, it’s your turn, I’m so excited! I’ll get to check another one of the items on my bucket list for this year!” Riley clapped unable to contain her excitement.

Drake exhaled loudly and turned to grab his guitar when he felt Riley’s small hands on his biceps.

“Hey” her voice was hoarse, maybe for all the wine, she was drinking. “It’s going to be great.”

“It’s pretty packed, isn’t it?” Drake averted his eyes to all the occupied tables in front of the stage.

“It doesn’t matter, pretend it’s just us. Like we’ve done a hundred times”

He nodded and gulped despite all the encouragement from Riley.

Trying not to look at anyone on the tables, he silently sat on the stool with his guitar and adjusted his microphone.

“Hum, hello everyone. My name is Drake and I lost a bet.” The crowd laughed and brown eyes met ocean blue.

With a sigh, his fingers hit the strings.

I've been roaming around Always looking down at all I see Painted faces, fill the places I can't reach

You know that I could use somebody You know that I could use somebody

Someone like you, and all you know, and how you speak

 He tried to focus solely on his fingers hitting the strings, the hot light above him, muffling any sound of the crowd singing along, or the way his heart skipped a beat by his unconscious choice of song.

 Off in the night, while you live it up, I'm off to sleep Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat I hope it's gonna make you notice I hope it's gonna make you notice

Someone like me

 Although it wasn’t a matter of someone, more of a matter of somewhere, some other reality, because, in this one, this was just a song, it had to be just a song.

Drake finished the last notes with everyone in the bar singing along and clapping after he finished, completely flushed, and not from his whiskey.

“You were AMAZING!” Riley almost shrieked in excitement. “this was the best night EVER! God, I want to pee… wait a minute and we can go.”

Riley didn’t let him say anything before rushing to the bathroom.

“Your girlfriend is something else!” Al laughed pouring him some whisky.

“I’ve already told you, she’s not my girlfriend.” He drank half of his shot in a big gulp.

“Ok, but have you told her?” Al looked at him mischievously. “Because she was sitting right there where you are, looking at you like a lost puppy crazy to follow you home.”

“She’s not remotely interest… Hey York! Should we go?”

Riley was back with a half-drunk smile.

“Sure!”

The ride to Valtoria was peaceful, a recomforting silence with the radio buzzing old songs while Riley closed her eyes feeling the chilly night air on her face.

Drake parked his car on the west wing of her estate, where she could get inside by the kitchen door and he would be just a short walk from the staff’s rooms. He made sure to help her out of the car, not prepared to be that close to her.

“Thank you for this night” her voice was above a whisper.

“That’s what best friends are for” he winked and for a split of a second, he thought he saw her smile falter.

“Yeah you’re a great friend” she kissed his cheek for a second too long. “Good night, Drake.”

“Good night, Riley.”

He watched as she moved towards the entrance, turning to glance at him before entering, a pang in his chest hit him heard. He hoped he was having a heart attack.

AFTER

“No! You’re not putting any animal down without me saying so!” Drake almost shouted on the phone, Yanis, one of his assistants pretended he wasn’t witnessing the awkward moment. “You’re going to wait for me to get there then we talk. Bye!”

Drake almost threw his phone on the table and exhaled loudly.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, what happened?”

Yanis fidgeted on his seat.

“Hum, Lady Riley was here a while ago, she said she needed some files”

Shit, he forgot to hand them to her.

“Damn, if you see her, tell her I’ll have them delivered to her quarters today.

“She actually asked you to meet her at 3 pm, somewhere called South Wing.”

“Yeah, ok, anything else?” the boy just shook his head and got up as fast as he could.

Drake exhaled again; he didn’t want to scare the boy. He was one of the good ones sent from the company that now took care of the Royal horses.

He remembered how was to enter his office again after everything happened. Drake actually couldn’t remember how one thing led to another; how coming back from the hospital turned to join the taskforce against The Sons of Earth, then sharing a whiskey with Liam when they finally caught the bastards. Applying again for his job as an official Royal Veterinarian, now to a company, not Liam.

Everything got back to normal. Then she came back.

He gave up on his report and decided to do some handwork to pass the time.

 Riley’s back came into view as soon as his feet reached the grass; she seemed too absorbed by the view in front of her to notice Drake getting closer.

“Hey,” he said, and she was startled by his voice.

“Ohmygod… sorry, my mind was elsewhere.” She shook her head.

He followed her eyes to the window, they were facing the south wing of the castle, right beside the grand ballroom, the wing housed the conservatory and a dance studio, where right now a bunch of noble preteens were having a ballet class.

“Do you still dance?” Drake caught himself asking.

Riley chuckled and shook her head.

“I don’t dance at all.”

“At all? I pretty much saw you waltzing a couple of times since you came back.” She turned her head to face him and gave him half a smile.

“Waltzing is like shaking hands, you do it because you have to.”

“So, you’re telling me that you haven’t gone out clubbing in NY?” Drake questioned almost amused.

“Well, it was considered risky behavior for a person like me” she let the sentence hang in the air. “But yeah, I barely danced two songs in the past two years.” She shrugged like it was no big deal.

Drake stayed silent for long seconds, thinking through the sentence he wanted to say.

“You should do it; I know there’s a part of you dying to.”

He didn’t mean it to sound so personal, he just couldn’t help it; Riley blushed and looked at her feet before clearing her throat.

“Did you get her last address?” she changed the subject.

“Oh yeah, here it is” he offered her a folder with the little information he had gathered on Savannah’s whereabouts. “you’re not paying anything for it, right?”

“No, I beat up a PI at poker in New York and he owed me a favor for letting him go in his car.” She laughed to herself.

“Why does this story sound so much like bullshit?”

“His name is Damien Nazario, he was there with his girlfriend and another weird couple, you can look up for him online.” She smirked, “And for the record, I’m really good at poker.”

“So… poker wasn’t risky behavior?”

“We need to beat our vices one at a time, Walker” she laughed a little more truthfully. “So… that was another thing I wanted to talk to you about.”

Drake tensed.

“I went to the Wood Wheel yesterday and ended up bumping on Cassidy” Drake’s stomach clenched and Riley blushed from the awkwardness of the situation “Sorry, I didn’t know she was your girlfriend, she seems really nice though… hum, I obviously didn’t say anything and…”

She started twisting her fingers.

“And…?”

Riley sighed and leaned on the window,

“Look, I know it’s too much to ask, but no one never knew we were together…” it was almost painful to have the words together thrown at him. “well, aside from some people in the court… but, we could pretend it never happened so I wouldn’t lose my favorite bar.”

“You want me to lie to my girlfriend?” Drake rose a brow to her.

“No, I’m just asking for you not to blatantly tell her” he held his gaze on her shameful eyes. “Look, Wood Wheel is the only place I can drink without being bothered by people knowing me or paparazzi showing up. If she asks you, you do what you want to do, but think for a moment that we can bury whatever happened to us and just move on. This is the perfect chance.”

Whatever happened to us. Ouch.

“Okay… It’s not like I would want her to find out.”

Riley nodded not looking directly at him.

“Well… I got to go and email this stuff to Damien; I’ll tell you as soon as he gives me a lead.” Riley tried to brush off the awkwardness with a half-smile.

“Okay” Drake silently answered.

Returning to his office he got his phone back, noticing there were a couple of calls from Cassidy.

“Hey, Cass,” he said as soon as she picked up.

“Hey, Drake! How’s your day going?”

“Pretty normal, how about you?”

“Well…” she started and he heard the sound of the pans behind her. “the Chef is a little moody today, but the movement is low, not many tourists, so I’m now consuming Cordonian gossip.

“Oh… why?”

“I mean, in Greece we don’t have an ‘active’ Royal Family, sometimes I even forgot they existed, but here they are like celebrities.”

“Hum” Drake huffed not wanting to get to this conversation so soon. “Most of them are just assholes with money.”

“About that… Is ‘Lady Bitch’ related to Riley York?”

There it was.

“Yes, she’s her mother. Why?”

“Oh, I met Lady Riley yesterday… at Wood Wheel.” She finished like it was a surprise to find the noble there. “It seems like Al knows her, he even let her go out for a smoke with a glass on her hands.”

“I saw her there a couple of times in the past, before…. The whole thing”

Before I pulled her half-dead body from the ocean.

“Do you know her? She dated Prince Liam, you’re friends with him, right?”

“Yeah, I know her, everyone kind of know each other, is a small circle.”

That was safe.

“Hope she comes back to the bar when is our night, she looks like she tips well.” She laughed and he tried to follow. “Oh, I gotta go, Matt is calling me. Bye!”

“Bye…”

The rest of his shift was spent reliving the conversation.

He exhaled loudly. Drake didn’t like lying, and it felt like he was lying all the time, even if Cassidy would never think about Riley and him being anything but acquaintances; if he was being true to himself, he had been feeling close to suffocating ever since Riley came back, things were simpler then, now everything was gray, except for one of those exotic blue-ish flowers that always caught his eyes on the way back to his room.

Not even the chilly air of the garden was calming his nerves, then he noticed a light that wasn’t supposed to be there, the south wing was usually dark by that time at night, the only other times he recalled someone using it at was way back…

When Riley still danced.

He stopped dead in tracks near the window, watching as she executed a triple spin, only to stumble on her feet; he could see her frustration, her brows joined as some strands of hair fell from her bun to her face. Giving up, she sat on the floor and started to untie her shoes, she gave a long sigh when the music coming from the speakers changed drastically.

The sweet strings from Dramarama’s cover filled the room; she looked as surprised as him, they used to hear that song at full volume in his car right when he started driving. Now barefoot on the wooden floor, she got up and started to shake her shoulders timidly, then her hips followed… her legs and her arms.

 Do you wanna eat? Do you wanna sleep? Do you wanna drown?

Just settle down, settle down, settle down.

I’ll give you candy, give you diamonds, give you pills

I’ll give you anything you want. Hundred-dollar bills.

The song related morbidly to her, but it seemed to give her strength, totally lost on the beat; jumping around and biting her lips she untied her hair and let it fall loose shaking her head.

It was when a full-blown smile took over her face, with dimples and all.

Seeing those little dimples on the corner of her mouth as she smiled to the roof with her head thrown back, swaying hips and arms, he remembered why storms were named after people.

.

I just love you guys!

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[riseofnightwing]

Slow Dancing In a Burning Room - Dick Grayson l Chapter 1; The savior

summary:When your Grandmother was killed by a burglar your life suddenly turns upside down and you find a way to search for revenge. But when it all goes wrong and your life is in danger, there’s only one person that can save you. 

Your world was falling apart so suddenly that you barely had time to understand it all. It was night, when you got home from work, seeing that your house was completely messed up, doors broken and things thrown all around the place.

Your grandma was lying on the cold floor, bleeding out with a wound on her chest. You yelled, unable to believe what was happening to you. To her. The crying and the desperate feeling of loss made you try to run to her and almost immediately be stopped by the cops that were inside your house.

Because it was a crime scene. Your grandma’s house had been robbed when she accidentally surprised the burglar, causing him to shot her. That was what the police said. 

You couldn’t stop thinking what would have happened if you weren’t stuck in your job. If you could have got home sooner. 

You weren’t there when she needed you. 

The woman who took care of you your entire life was dead. She took you when your parents died and she tried her best so you could have everything and turn into the woman you are today. But it wasn’t enough and destiny decided to take her away. 

A month later

What had happened devastated you. Things weren’t the same anymore, your life changed when your grandmother died and  the only thing that you had left was the feeling of revenge. Your grief was now replaced by anger, your thoughts only led you to one place: you were going to make justice for her. This feeling was addicting, you went to sleep and woke up figuring out a way to do it.

In 2 months, you learned how to fight. You were going to need more than anger to beat the guy. Sou you made yourself a suit. Nothing too fancy, given the fact that this was your first time doing something like this. You added the last piece of the suit which was a black mask.

You became Y/SH/N. Someone who sought vengeance in San Francisco’s streets.

The first few weeks, were hard to deal because you had no experience in anything related to fighting, but you did have experience with the justice and criminal system. So to find him, you found the robber’s police record. The case was still open, he hadn’t been caught and he was still free on the streets, unpunished. For now.

Night came and you decided it was time to do it. You put on your suit and left the house,with your heart racing. It was the weirdest feeling, nervousness, anxiety,but most importantly, anger. 

You tracked the camera’s on the streets and tried to identify him, you saw that the burglar was in front of a supermarket, so you headed there. It was almost midnight and the store was already closed but he clearly didn’t give a fuck and would try to steal it anyway. At least that's what he thought. You followed him until he got closer to the door.

“Going somewhere, bastard?”  You asked him and he jumped scared by the sound of your voice. You got your left arm around his neck making it impossible for him to move. He was skinny so it helped you to keep him immobilize. You walked to  dark area beside the market.

“Who are you? I-i wasn’t going to steal , i was just...” he asked you surprised by your presence. 

“Oh, yeah? And why do you carry a gun? did you expect to buy anything in a closed store?” You turned him to you, taking his gun out of the pocket and throwing it away before pressing him against the wall. The guy was scared, you could easily realize he was an amateur. So why did he kill your grandma?

“To protect myself” he made up an excuse 

“From who? From killers and robbers like yourself? I’m sorry for you because karma's a bitch and here am I.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” He played dumb, and it only made you more angry. 

“Don't you remember killing a sweet old woman who was getting into her house when you were stealing three months ago?”

“No, bitch, I don’t” he hissed at you.

“Don’t fucking lie to me” you punched him in the face before connecting your knee with his stomach, he groaned in pain and looked at you.

“You crazy whore” this time, he was faster than you, punching your nose followed by another in the stomach, you stepped away because the pain was too much, after all, you were never the kind of girl who would get into fights.

“Hey, man. What went wrong bro? why didn’t you steal from the fucking market? we were waiting to get in.” What seemed to be another burglar appeared. He wasn’t alone and you? You were fucked up

Your nose was bleeding and you tried to contain it with your hand and he took the opportunity to punch you once more and you felt dizzy, falling onto the floor. 

“This bitch, she thought she could beat me” He kicked your stomach and you screamed in pain. He kicked one, two, three times and you felt the iron taste of blood in your mouth

“You know what? I killed that fucking old prostitute. I’d kill her again if you wanna know” 

He said and it killed you inside. You tried to get up to fight him but then he kicked  your face, and you blacked out, alone in the dark alley.

--

“Police, 4 station, reporting a robbery in St mary Supermarket on Lombard street. Residents informed that there’s a hurt masked woman who apparently tried to fight the robbers. Sending an ambulance”

Dick heard the report, it was a robbery next to the tower. But what really caught his attention was the fact that there was a masked woman. 

He grabbed his jacket, San Francisco’s winter was terribly cold this year.

“Where are you going, Dick?” Donna asked the boy.

“I’ll be back in a minute.” he said and left.

--

When Dick arrived at the place, the police weren't there yet, he took advantage of being close to the tower.

His gut told him that this woman needed his help. And there he was.

Dick walked into the alley to see you laying on the cold floor. Barely awake and all beaten up. By your clothes and the mask,  he could tell you really were vigilante, he was right. So he approached, crouching next to you.

You were too hurt to even open your eyes but you felt someone getting closer and the fear of being hurt again hit you

“Please, don’t kill me” you begged trying to step away from him. You tried to open your  eyes as much as you could, to see the figure of a man.

“Calm down, I won’t hurt you. I’m here to help” he said 

“Who are you?” you asked the man 

“I’m Dick Grayson”

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[queenmuzz]

Deep Blue Sea: Chapter XIII (Final Chapter!)

A Farewell Duet

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The impact of the water didn’t hurt as much as you had feared it would, you thought.  Nor did the chilliness of the late spring seawater seem to bother you.  Possibly it was because of the way you had fallen, without bracing for impact.  Perhaps the remnants of the adrenaline coursing through your system that dulled the pain and cold.  Or maybe it was the bullet that ripped through your spine.

Oh, that’s right, you were dying.

You were strangely calm about the whole ordeal.  There was no thrashing, no panicking, just you slowly drifting, limp in the calm sea.  If you opened your eyes you probably could have seen the rays of the full moon flickering through the slightly cloudy water.  No doubt there would be a tinge of red from the blood  pouring out of your body, so you kept them shut, to maintain the illusion that you were just drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

You idly mused at your life.  You’d been blessed, you’d spent your adulthood studying the subject you’d adored since childhood, you had loved your friends, your teachers, and your family.  It had been a good life, and you hoped you felt you had lived it to the fullest.

Of course, you had regrets.  You wished you had broken off your engagement, that you hadn’t strung Fredrick along.  You wish you stood up to your father, your mother when they put their aspirations on you.  You wished you had taken Sarah’s advice and just grown a spine (and perhaps it wouldn’t be severed right now, you morbidly mused).

And Vergil….  Oh Vergil.  Strangely, you didn’t regret ever meeting him.  You didn’t even regret not even freeing him the moment you met him. Nor did you regret falling in love with him.

No, you thought to yourself as the now familiar feel of burning lungs became louder, more insistent. Your main regret is that you never told him your true feelings.  You should have been honest, should have told him how much you cared about him, how much you… you loved him.

And now thanks to your meekness, he was most likely watching you dying.  

"Come on bro, we need to get out of here!"

"Not yet, not without her!"

"She bought you your freedom!  I'm not going to lose you again!"

"And I am not going to lose her!"

“VERGIL!"

You felt the water pressure change and arms snake around your waist, before cautiously hovering over your wound.

"It is not healing....why is it not healing?"

You wanted to answer him, to tell him that wounds like this usually lead to death, that you would have done it again and again, a million times to set him free.

You wanted to tell him you had lived, and were ready to die with no regrets.  

You wanted to tell him how much you loved him....

But alas, fate was cruel, and in your watery tomb, you could say nothing.  You couldn't bear to open your eyes to see the pain you were inflicting on him.

Gently, you felt your cheeks being held by webbed hands, and you were surprised by the warmth.

"Please...don't leave me."

And then.... a sensation on your lips.  Your oxygen deprived mind thought he was attempting to give you mouth to mouth, in a futile attempt to save you.... until you realized.

Vergil was kissing you.

It was soft, gentle, and as his hands dropped down to hold you, you could feel the faint trembles in his otherwise strong limbs.  He tasted of sea salt, of ocean air, fresh and renewing, and you felt like you could will this moment to never end.  

And then, your arms, fueled  by a sudden surge of energy, gripped his waist, pressing your body around him to embrace him, to never let him go.

And as you did so, you felt a warmth fill your limbs, tingles of electricity racing from your fingertips to your arms, your chest and down  your legs, to the tips of your toes.  You had never felt so vibrant, so...alive.  Is this what it was to truly be in love?  Your senses felt expanded, like you could hear the shiftings of the tectonic plates, the pulse in your heart, the crashing of waves on distant shores.

Ironic, you thought, to feel so alive when on the cusp of death.  To be in the arms of the man you treasured most above everything, only for him to lose you.

You felt his hands cup your face again  with angelic softness, and yet you could feel every ridge on those fingertips.  You swore you felt a slightly raised scar on the palm of his hand, one that healed over so many months ago.

"Open your eyes, Sifa."

You opened them and gasped.  Despite the darkness of the night, you could see everything for what seemed like miles, swelling surface above to the churned up mud of the sea bed below. But nothing mattered compared to the man in front of you.  He looked ethereal, and was so beautiful now that he was truly back where he belonged.  He smiled at you, soft and gentle, and it took your breath away.

Wait… your breath?

Your lungs had stopped burning from lack of air.  And really, the pain in your stomach from your wounds had completely vanished, as if it had never happened. You looked down, your hands cautiously creeping down your torso, expecting to come into contact with your own innards, but there was nothing, save for a blood soaked hole in your shirt.  Underneath was unblemished skin.

And below that, where your legs ought to be….were scales.  Pure white scales, with what was a mottling of sea green here and there, shiny and flawless, glittering like a scattering of polished jade.  And at the end, white tail fins, translucent like a bridal veil.

"What...what happened?"   You thought, but it came out in a voice in your head, almost like Vergil’s.

You could feel Vergil’s soft chuckle reverberating through you, “ Did I not tell you once that bonding with a merfolk had inexplicable powers?"  You felt his tail snake around yours, as he pulled you in for another kiss, this time with more passion, and you slung your arms around his shoulders.  He twirled you around endlessly as you both nuzzled each other.  You’d cry out of happiness right now, but the tears wouldn’t, or couldn’t flow.  A small price to pay for such bliss.

"I have longed for this day for what seemed like forever," Vergil spoke.  " I was brave enough to face the humiliation of captivity, and yet I could not confess my love to you, mira Sifa, except in half truths and deceptions.  Tonight, I have learned the folly of such things….I almost lost you."   He held you close in trembling arms, and you had never felt so safe, so free.

'I.. I feared'  he hesitated, 'that in order to save you, I would rob you of your choice…" To which you laughed and kissed his nose.  

“I’m here, Vergil, and I want to be here.  There is nowhere on earth or sea I would rather be, than at your side."

"Hey you two  angelfish!"  A voice rang out, drawing out an annoyed huff out of Vergil. I think it’s time we make like a shoal, and migrate out of here. Dante swam circles around you two, and made some sort of clicking at you that sounded kinda like a catcall.  " Lookin’ good, mudskipper!"  He smirked at his brother, "Verg, you certainly have mom’s way of reeling in a human…."

"Of course you would have to ruin a private moment."  Vergil gruffed, and you giggled bashfully.  You gave him a peck on the cheek, which was enough to diffuse the sour look on his face, and he pulled you in for another passionate kiss.

He sighed as he pulled away. "As much as I hate to admit it… He does have a point, we must make haste.  No doubt your actions will draw the attention of more humans-"

And then you heard the strangest sound, like a crumpling of metal, and then a resounding sound of thunder as something heavy crashed through the surface.  You gave an involuntary shriek, as both Dante and Vergil manifested their weapons, Vergil whipping you behind him as the large object slowed down, but continued to sink past the three of you.  As it passed, you recognized it as its lights flickered, then shut off.

“My car…”  

“Was your father attempting to kill us?” Vergil asked, obviously alarmed.

You looked up at the surface.  With your new enhanced senses, you could see much further, but looking through the surface in the middle of the night was beyond your abilities.  Still, you knew that it hadn’t been an assassination attempt.

“No, I think he’s trying to make it look like  I drove off the bridge… to make it look like an accident.” You clung to Vergil, conflicted if you should surface, to tell your father that despite what he had done, he was stil- no… no he didn’t deserve it.  You chose your path, and you would walk it, or swim it, to be more accurate.  Your old life was to be left behind, this was your new future, with the man you truly loved. “Let’s go,” you murmured as you held Vergil close.  “I’m ready to explore a whole new world, with you at my side…”

And with his hand gently guiding you to start swimming in a steady rhythm.  (It felt strange not having the legs to kick), the three of you began to swim into the deep depths, into a world that excited you to no end.

****

Sarah leaned back in the cool summer darkness, her sandaled feet resting on the sand, the rest of her laying on a quilted blanket.  She was all alone on the beach, with only the distant crash of the waves on the sand audible from quite a distance away, even over the sound of the portable radio.

"In business news," the radio announcer reported, "Shares for fishing giant Mundus Incorporated are nearly down fifty percent after reaching a record high of $79.15 a share three months ago.  Investigations into alleged attacks of terrorism have been started, with two of their flagships, Shadow, and Nevan being reported as being capsized in what sources say are planned attacks.  Authorities have been investigating to see if said attacks are related to the sinking of the Phantom that happened over a year ago.  Thankfully, no casualties have been reported, but the toll on the company has been devastating.  In tonight's business panel, we'll be bringing in some experts to discuss whether Mundus is suffering a run of bad luck, or...something more sinister.  We attempted to reach out to the Founder of Mundus, but we received  a reply from his lawyer, requesting privacy for him and his family, as they deal with the loss of th-"

Sarah abruptly switched the channel to a station playing something a bit more upbeat.  

Three months, that's how long it had been since the accident that had claimed her best friend’s life.  Sarah still hadn't fully processed the revelation that one morning, two weeks before she was going to be the maid-of-honour in what was about to be the social event of the summer, she received a phone call from Doc's mother. One of the smartest, kindest, most empathetic people she had ever met had driven off the railing of the suspension bridge that Sarah could see glittering over in the distance.  The police had deemed it an accident, caused by a freak blowout of a tire.  There had been rumours that alcohol had been involved, but Sarah dismissed them outright.  Doc was far too responsible to ever drive under the influence, but there was that niggling worry that her body had never been recovered, only her car, sunk into the bottom of the bay.

And while it hurt to lose her, Sarah knew her pain couldn't compare to what her friend's fiance and father were feeling.

Fredrick had come home, after nearly a year away, shaken and sobbing.  When she had seen him at the memorial, the grief and guilt was obviously apparent on his face.

"I should have come home sooner, I shouldn't have left her alone all this time..." he'd confessed, and Sarah felt sympathy for him.  He was a good man, and perhaps he and Doc would have made a good married couple, given enough time.  She recalled the last phone call she had with her friend, a week before her death.

"Are you excited?  Just a couple of more weeks to go!"

"Yeah," she seemed tired, and a bit out of it, but with all the last minute preparations going on, that was to be expected. "I just have one more plan I have to put into motion, and I'll be ready."

"Oh?  Spill the beans!"

"Sorry, Sarah.  This is something of a personal nature.  Maybe later, when all is said and done, I'll let you in on the secret."

And now she would never find out.  

If Fredrick was devastated, Doc's father was destroyed.  He'd moved among the guests like a shambling corpse, pale and almost lifeless.  He'd not even been able to deliver a short eulogy for his daughter, and had to be prompted to just greet the guests.  To be fair, he'd just lost the light of his life, the one thing he'd treasured over anything in his life.  The man was a bit controlling over his child’s choices, that was true, but there was no doubt that he loved his daughter, and that her death had killed something in him.

Sarah looked at two large bottles of sparkling wine that were embedded in the sand.  One was unopened, and the other was half empty.  They'd been intended to be a wedding gift for the lovely couple, but Sarah hadn't felt it was proper to give them out, so they'd stayed there in her cupboard for the past three months, waiting for a special occasion.

Her best friend's birthday seemed to be the moment Sarah was waiting for.  Ordinarily, she'd have gone to the cemetery, and poured one out for her friend, but it felt like an empty gesture, especially since the grave was unoccupied.  So, it seemed fitting to take the offering to the one thing her best friend loved the most: The ocean.  

“And now for our Midnight Good News!” the chipper voice of the DJ exclaimed as the music ended. “We at 94.3 always like to end your day with a spot of goodness, to remind you that despite what the Newscasts say, there’s a big wide world of happy endings.  So tonight we bring you the heartwarming story of the crew of the Deep-Water Sub MINO, ‘Marine Investigative Nautical Observatory, and its sister sub, the TAURUS ‘Trawling Armoured Underwater Reef Unassisted Submarine’.  For six terrifying hours, the crew of four scientists were stranded 13 thousand feet underwater, their engines stalled by a plume of superhot volcanic water that erupted unexpectedly.  Just when it seemed that oxygen was running out, the engines seemed to come back online, and they floated back to the surface in a record one and a half hours.  What’s even more amazing, when their engines were subsequently checked, it appeared they’d been rendered nonfunctional since about the original eruption, the hot water had deposited a rock hard crust on the propellers, rendering them useless.  Chief Engineer  Dr. Nicoletta Goldstein theorizes that they got lucky, and floated by a larger, but more gentle eruption of hot water that floated the subs to safety, but as there seemed to be quite a lot of damage to the measuring tools, so it’s just a wacky guess at the moment.  We’ll have the Doctor on tomorrow  morning’s show, sharing her extraordinary adventure.   That’s it for tonight!  From all of us at 94.3, we want to wish a happy ending to your day.

Sarah chuckled, her friend would have definitely loved that story.  Adventure in the deep sea was right up her alley , she thought as she turned off the radio, and took yet another swig of the bottle.   It was now midnight, and it was time.

On unsteady feet, she slowly got off the blanket, and made her way across the silk soft sands toward the shoreline.  On the horizon, the city's lights twinkled, reflecting off the gently swelling water, creating another skyscape of stars.  It was the start of a new day, and aside from the painful memories, it was shaping up to be a wonderful one.

Despite the summer heat, the water was chilly as she walked into it, until the waves reached her knees.

Pulling off the foil, and using her swiss army knife, she yanked  out the cork and after the initial stream of gas poured out, she paused, raised the bottle, and took a deep breath.

"Happy Birthday, Doc."

And with reverent steadiness, she poured the bubbling contents into the water, where sweet mixed with salty, where the fruit of the vine mixed with the blood of the earth, where an invention of man mixed with something that had been there since nearly the dawn of time.  And as she did so, she sent a silent prayer to her friend's spirit, hoping that the wind and the waves would transport her message.

With her little ritual complete, she walked back to the blanket she, where she would sleep off her hangover.  She might have not been as attuned to the ocean as her friend, but the gentle swell of waves had always helped her fall asleep.

One final swig of her bottle, and Sarah rested her head on a rolled up sweatshirt, and watched the stars.

Strange, there must be a party nearby or something, because above the gentle sound of wind and waves, she could hear an enchanting song coming through.  She couldn't make out the words...perhaps opera?

Isil shem’ore

Isil lin’ore

Mira pharar, mira ofar, mira kanar,

D’rashana karif’ore

Isil dilshonin sa oplalim

Sa kintal o sa polim

Sa racarto shipal o sa whelik

Nekalin parand’ore fa pishim

Ah, mira sifa, mira sifa

Winik fa pishim lin’more.

And then the song repeated, but this time another voice rang out, sweet as the wine she had just drank.  This time, she could make out the words, layering as the man's voice finished a line.

Isil shem’ore

To you I sing

Isil lin’ore

To you I give

Mira pharar, mira ofar, mira kanar,

My blade, my love, my soul,

D’rashana karif’ore

To bind myself to you

Isil dilshonin sa oplalim

I would traverse the briny depths

Sa kintal o sa polim

Brave the ice of the north,

Sa racarto shipal o sa whelik

The blistering Sun of the South

Nekalin parand’ore fa pishim

Anything to win your heart

Ah, mira sifa, mira sifa

Ah, My Beloved, My Beloved

Winik fa pishim lin’more.

Will you give your heart to me?

Strange, Sarah thought as she drifted off into sleep, the second voice sounded so like her best friend....perhaps it was the alcohol, but it was comforting to think that her friend was still out there, with her own happy ending.

#Devil May Cry #Vergil x Reader #Vergil #Dante #Mergil #Deep Blue Sea #It is finished #I have loved writing this #I hope you all have loved reading it #Thank you for all your comments and likes and reblogs #And the drawing Rodentsuinte #I love it so much! #I didn't think this crack AU fic would get so much attention #And love #So again #Thank you so much!

[codyssfern]

drinks and confessions

synopsis: you reunite with shawn at a party after being broken up

warnings: lots of swearing, some aggression, and a lil bit of angst

word count: 2k+

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“can’t believe you’re forcing me out the apartment tonight.” you say to your best friend, brian, as you two walk down the hall.

“y/n you’ve been in here for weeks!” he exclaims, “weeks, y/n and frankly me and the boys are worried.”

you roll your eyes, “it’s because one of your boys that i’ve spent the last month in hibernation.”

“shawn won’t be there tonight. he’s recording something with teddy at his place SO,” brian stands in front of you and places his hands on the side of your face, “put on a happy face, grab your purse, make sure there’s rubbers in it, and let’s get drunk baby!”

you burst out laughing. brian has always found a way to make you laugh even when all you wanna do is cry.

“rubbers? god you’ve spent way too much time in the america.” you laugh.

this goes on for about 10 more minutes before one of the boys finally picks you guys up. on the way you couldn’t help but feel like you shouldn’t even be going out in the first place, it was one of those gut feelings you got once in a while. even though brian said shawn was busy, you had a feeling he’d show up at the party anyway. you haven’t seen him in 3 months, almost 4 and you didn’t want to see him tonight.

“this place looks familiar.” you say as you get out of the car.

“it’s geoff’s holiday house.” one of the boys say.

you look at brian in disgust, “why are we at his house? he’s rude.”

“i know, i know but we really didn’t have another place to throw the party and one of the boys hit him up and well he said he had a spare house,” you start laughing not believing geoff actually said he had a ‘spare house’ “shut up. i know he’s ridiculous.”

the place was already packed when you went inside. you knew some people from back in high school and some from your first year at uni which surprised you.

“oh my god… lauren is here!” you whisper to brian as you walk pass her and into the kitchen.

brian shrugs his shoulders, “and?”

“she hates my ass! remember when shawn invited us to her prom and she freaked and ‘accidentally’ spilled punch on me?” you ask as you prepared yourself a drink.

brian was so used to you thinking everyone was conspiring against you all he could do was laugh.

“y/n, you think everyone is out to get to you.” he takes a sip of your now finished drink making you whine, “this drink is delicious by the way.” he smiles.

“you owe me one!” you yell at brian as he walks out the kitchen.

you feel a tap on your shoulder making you jump. when you turn around you’re met with some of the boys from earlier.

“i heard geoff has like 4 hundred worth alcohol in this house.”

you scoff, “what? no way.”

you start going through the kitchen cabinets until you find the one filled with alcohol and grab the first bottle you could lay your hands on.

“the mcallan 64,” you mumbled, “worth…$4,250?!”

geoff was so humble, you thought to yourself.

“if i spend $4k on alcohol, it better kill me.” you say making the boys laugh.

and you hoped it at least had some magical effect on you. you only agreed to go out because you were tired of getting drunk by yourself at home. you took the bottle of whiskey to the living room and sat down on the couch.

“y/n what’s up with you and the mendes dude anyway?” nick, from high school and also the dude who used to put garbage in shawn’s locker, happened to the first one to break the ice.

you sighed, “why? what’d you hear?”

“heard he dumped your ass for that other singer girl!” he laughs taking a sip of his beer.

well you certainly weren’t expecting that.

“sort of like you and kelsey right?” you put your hand on his thigh, “you know when she dumped your ass that one time cause shawn invited her on tour and well you know what happens when shawn invites girls on tour…”

nick’s friends started laughing. “bro you said you dumped her!”

nick shrugs his shoulder, “i did!”

“ONLY AFTER MENDES WAS BALLS DEEP INSIDE HER!”

everything happened so fast you didn’t even see when nick stood up and started beating the shit out the guy. you thought this was the perfect time to leave.

about 4 hours passed and you were already feeling drowsy. you also couldn’t find brian anywhere. you asked around and no one had seen him either, he was probably upstairs getting “busy” you still tried and called him. he probably had like 10 missing calls from you. nevertheless you sent him a text.

to: bri craig.

from: stupid y/n :)

dudeeeee i want 2 leave. i’ll be oytside pleasr hurrtgy!

you didn’t even care about the typos. you still pressed send.

“ugh what the fuck!” you yelled as you put your phone back in your pocket.

“someone’s drunk and cranky.”

geoff.

“go away geoff.” you start walking towards the house.

you hear him chuckle from behind, “baby, cmon! don’t walk away from me.”

“dude if you don’t leave me alone i swear i’ll-”

he grabs your arm, “you’ll what?”

“fuck off!” you try pushing him off of you.

by now people are starting to notice and geoff didn’t like that one bit. you kept tried to shift out of his grip but it only got tighterr.

geoff leans into you and says, “you’re too drunk. you need someone to take care of you.”

“she can take care of herself!”

suddenly your body hit the ground and you felt everything around you starting to spin. you hear people cheering and yelling and it made your head throb. but that voice from before, you recognized it.

“y/n?! y/n are you okay?”

you look up to see see brian, you nodded as he helped you up. thinking it was him who pushed geoff of you, you were confused when you saw geoff a few feet away from you still fighting with another boy.

“who’s that?” you squint your eyes.

brian, still with a arm around your waist to hold you up, says, “that’s fucking shawn!”

you were so confused and your head hurt so bad you felt like you could pass out at any moment. soon enough though, some of the boys finally broke off the fight. brian still didn’t let go off you.

“dude what the fuck was that?” brian asks the tall figure that was now walking towards you.

“he was gonna hurt her.”

brian clicks his tongue, “no i mean you! like where the fuck did you come from?”

“i always drive through geoff’s house on the way home and so i thought i’d stop by.”

you were amused as how to they were having a whole conversation with you standing there almost about to collapse.

“god did you get taller?” you ask patting his shawn’s chest and making him laugh.

brian was struggling to keep you up and shawn noticed.

“here,” shawn places an arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders, “i’ll drive her home.”

brian shakes his head no, “i-i i don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“brian… it’s me.”

“i know but you know you’re not exactly her favorite person right now.”

shawn sighs, “i just got punched in the face and ribs for her. i think she can learn to forgive me.”

“you’re bleeding!” you point to shawn’s lip.

brian chuckles as he lets go off you, leaving you in shawn’s grip. “call me when you get her home yeah?”

“course’“ shawn shakes his hand.

once you two start walking to his car or well once he’s dragging to his car you realize what was happening. you hadn’t fully processed the fact your ex-boyfriend just popped up out of nowhere, beat up a guy for you, and was now taking your drunk ass home.

“you know i think,” you start to shift in shawn’s grip, “i can walk home.”

shawn’s grip around your waist got stronger, “and i think you’re just drunk and can barely walk.”

“i can walk!” you blur out and manage to get out of his grip. he was quick though and he held onto your hand.

shawn groaned, “y/n slow down! that’s not the way home.”

in your head you thought it was but of course your head wasn’t properly functioning.

“can you just,” shawn gets in front of you, “get in the car and i’ll take you home yeah?”

you scoff, “aren’t you here to party? go get drunk! cheat on your new girlfriend while your at it! it’s your specialty after all.”

he places his hand on your lips shushing you, “would you shut up?! you don’t know what you’re saying.”

in a matter of seconds you saw everything upside down. took a minute to realized shawn had picked you up on his shoulder. you didn’t even fight it, you were really tired and frankly wanted to leave. you were surprised at how easily he managed to pick you up given that he was just in a fight and was probably bruised all over.

“put your seatbelt on and drink this.” shawn said once you were in the car. he handed you a bottle of water before starting the car.

you winded your eyes at how serious he sounded. you thought that maybe your comment before made him mad.

“i didn’t cheat on you, y/n.”

you look at him. hands gripping the steering wheel and eyes glued to the road. he seemed tensed.

“i don’t know that,” you take a sip of water, “i’ll never know that for sure.”

shawn was trying to think of ways to explain to you why he did what he did. explain to you that his hands have been tied for the past 3 months and that he’s being forced to lie to his family and friends.

“i’m telling you that i didn’t!” he turns to look at you for just a second, “i would never do that. especially to you! i loved you. hell, i still love you.”

you groan. how could he do this? just pop up out of nowhere and tell you that he loves you after being seen with another girl.

“my head hurts shawn and you keep fucking yelling,” you lean your head against the window, “just take me home. i’m tire-”

he cut you off, “it’s a contract okay? a contract that i was manipulated to sign and now i’m fucked! we’re fucked! i lost you.” his voice cracked.

no way. you thought to yourself. shawn would never sign a contract if he knew it wasn’t good for him.

“a contract? like those publicly stunt ones? or whatever their called.”

he chuckled, “a pr contract, yeah. andrew somehow manipulated me few months ago to sign it, he didn’t even let me read it and now i’m stuck.”

you nod your head as you let your brain process what has just been said. shawn never cheated on you and he couldn’t tell you what was going on because he was contractually compromised.

“you didn’t lose me.” you say under your breath.

shawn hums, “what?”

“me. you didn’t lose me. you never did,” you look at him, “as you can see i’m in car with you, letting you take me home when i’m supposed to be furious at you so no. you haven’t lost me.”

once you arrive at your place you beg him to come in so you could clean the cuts on his face and put ice on his bruises. takes him a while to say yes actually. he’s always given you space when you’re drunk, he used to put you to bed and then proceed to sleep on the couch.

“okay just keep it pressed on there lightly,” you instruct him as you let him hold the ice pack on his bruised ribcage, “don’t be rough or it’ll hurt.” you warn.

as you leave shawn on your bed and go look for disinfectant spray in your bathroom, he starts looking around the familiar place. chuckling as he sees the picture of the two of you at graduation on your nightstand.

“now i’m warning you,” you start as you walk back in the room, “i’m still a bit tipsy but this isn’t the first time i’ve cleaned your cuts while i have alcohol in my system.”

shawn laughs, “i got in a lot of fights back high school didn’t i?”

“thanks to geoff!” you defend, “don’t know why the fuck you even tried to be his friend to be honest.”

shawn groans as you kneel down and pressed down on his bruised thighs. you mumbled a soft “sorry” as you positioned yourself in front of him. you took the ice pack from him and placed it on the nightstand.

“you’re all good.” he smiles and leans in to your touch as you start taking care of his bruised lip.

the cuts weren’t as bad as you thought. the worst one was his lip, it was split and didn’t stop bleeding even when you spent like 2 minutes on it.

“did you mean what you said?” you break the silence.

he raises an eyebrow at you, “where?”

“in the car when you said you still loved me.”

you stood up and made your way to the bathroom.

“of course i did,” he followed behind, “i’ve loved you since i gave you that stupid car on your forehead.”

you shake your head and laugh, “oh no you haven’t!”

“i so have. you can ask literally anybody that knew us back then! ask my mom even.” he says as he sits on the bathroom counter.

you stand there looking at him. not understanding how even with a bruised lip and bruised abs eye he still looked handsome. it was almost annoying.

“are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna come over here and kiss me?”

you slowly made your way to him and placed your arms around his neck. “not sure it’s safe for me to kiss you with that bruised lip.”

“i don’t care.” he whispers before leaning in and leaving a soft yet passionate kiss on your lips. “i’ve missed you.” he admits.

you nod, “i can tell.” he tilts his head back making you laugh, “i’m joking! i’ve missed you too.”

he leans into your touch as you caress the side of his face. you really have missed him.

“let’s go to bed yeah?” you say softly.

he smiles, “let’s.”

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes imagines #shawn mendes angst #shawn mendes request #shawn mendes prompts #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes boyfriend #shawn mendes one shot #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn #mendes #mendes army

[colbybrocksmolder]

Blue - Colby Brock x Reader - Part 3/3

Part 1

Part 2

*** end of last chapter ***

“Hey Ivy, if you go put on your jacket, we can go see mommy and Mike.” Colby stood up, following Brennen to the door.

Ivy ran to her room squealing about getting to play with more dogs.

“Brennen.” Colby said, pulling him into their usual bro hug when he turned around. When Brennen went to pull away, Colby held him tight for a second. “Thanks, man.”

Brennen clapped him on the back, “Anytime, brother.”

*** new chapter ***

When Colby went to find Ivy, she wasn’t in her room. “Iiivyyyy”, he called out.

“Ready!” she cheered, walking out of Colby’s room, absolutely swimming in one of his hoodies.

He couldn’t help but laugh. She could barely walk it was so long. “Not exactly what I said, but I approve of the look, kid.” Colby grabbed her bag, his keys, and picked Ivy up. Putting her in the car-seat, he pulled her hands through the arms of the hoodie to make sure she was sitting comfortably.

“Yo!” Colby called out, climbing the stairs in the Slap House. “I brought food, but someone has to go get it out of the car.

“Keys me, brother”, Aryia called out, catching them when Colby threw them to him. He laughed, seeing Ivy bundled up in the hoodie. “We’ll turn you emo before you know it.” He said, kissing Ivy on the cheek.

She giggled, squirming for Colby to put her down when she saw her mom. “Mommy mommy” She yelled, trying to hold up the bottom of the hoodie so she could run to her.

“What do we have here?” Y/n laughed, scooping up her daughter.

“Hey, she picked it. Not me.” Colby held his hands up.

“It was an inevitability” she laughed.

“Aryia is bringing food up. It’s just a bunch of burgers and stuff. Everyone can take what they want.” Colby said, walking towards Mike’s room.

“Thank you!” Y/n called out after him.

“Hey!” Mike greeted him with a huge grin.

“You seem happy”, Colby laughed, closing Mike’s door behind him.

“Dude, we did bits this morning. She’s a fucking poet.” Mike answered, handing a notebook over to Colby who laid back on Mike’s bed.

After reading through a few pages of partially finished songs, he had to agree. “I’ve always loved her original music.” Colby said softly, going back a page to re-read the previous song.

Mike stared at him for a moment. “You okay?” Colby shrugged. “Real talk. Just between us.” Mike pushed a bit.

“I’m fucked, dude.” Colby sighed.

“Why?” Mike said a little too loud.

“Shhh.” Colby stared at him with his eyes dramatically wide.

“Sorry. Why.” Mike whispered, being a smartass.

“I’m in love with her.” Colby said, gently dragging his fingers over a certain section of lyrics on the page.

Mike looked to be thinking something over for a second. “Okay.”

“Okay? Really? That’s what you have to say?” Colby humorously laughed.

“I don’t quite understand the ‘fucked’ part, I guess.” Mike said, jumping on the bed next to Colby and laying down.

“They’re going to leave, Mike. She leaves in like 2 weeks.” Colby said, closing the notebook and laying it on Mike’s stomach.

“First, that’s a tentative plan. Plans change all the time. Second, have you even tried to talk to her about it?” He asked.

“What am I supposed to say? ‘Oh hi, I know you just met me but please change your life and the life of your daughter to move across the country and love me’? Yeah, that would go over great.” Colby sat up, headed for the door.

“Colby!” Mike stopped him before he reached the handle. “Don’t be stupid, dude.”

“Not helping.” Colby sighed.

“Hear me out.” Mike said, getting up to grab another notebook. “The lyrics you just read are for my songs. They’re dark and sad and you can tell we’re both writing from real experience. Personally, I want to murder whoever made her feel the things she’s writing about.”

“Don’t even get me started on that”, Colby agreed.

Mike chucked Colby another notebook. “But these? These are the songs that are going on her channel. This is what she’s writing about for her.”

Colby opened the notebook, sitting on the foot of Mike’s bed. He sat there for a few minutes, taking in the lyrics. “She sounds so happy.” Colby said.

“They’re all love songs, dude. And the only person she talks about to me is you.” Mike put his hand on Colby’s shoulder. “So like I said, don’t be stupid.”

When Colby walked back out to the living room, he saw Aryia using eyeliner to draw a little heart on Ivy’s cheek. “Looking good, my emo princess.” Colby laughed. Ivy was wearing some of Mike’s black bracelets and one of Kevin’s beanies. “Can I take a picture with you?” he asked, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

Ivy waddled over to Colby, trying to keep the bracelets from falling off of her arms and sat in Colby’s lap. “Do it like I showed you” Aryia said, holding up peace signs.

Ivy held up her peace signs next to her cheeks and stuck out her tongue. “Omg, what are we doing to you” Colby laughed, posing for about a hundred pictures with Ivy. “Hey Y/n, I’m gonna move her car-seat to the SUV. I have to go film with Sam and we aren’t going to be back until super late.”

“Of course! I’ll go down with you. I’m kind of picky about how it’s installed.” She answered, grabbing her keys. Aryia throwing Colby’s back to him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Ivy” Colby said, giving her a hug and kissing her on the top of her head.

They got the car-seat switched over and Colby started talking. “I read some of what you guys are working on. This may be the fanboy in me, but I can’t wait to hear the songs”, He laughed.

“Thank you. You’re always too sweet to me.” She pulled him into a hug.

“Hey, that’s not true. You deserve every good thing you get.” He answered, hugging her back.

The hug seemed to linger, no one pulling away. “Do you promise to be safe tonight?”

“What?” Colby asked, thrown off by her question.

“You’re filming with Sam. You guys do dangerous stuff all the time.” She answered.

He laughed, “You don’t need to worry about me.”

She shrugged looked up at him and half smiled. “Yet, I do.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek, walking back to the house.

“Y/n!” Colby called after her. She turned and looked at him. “I promise.”

Colby didn’t get back to the apartment until almost 2am. Him, Sam, Corey and Jake had gone to a weird park to record a spooky video. He walked in, being as quiet as he could. He hopped in the shower and got ready for bed, double checking that the door was locked. He heard what sounded like crying coming from y/n’s room. He didn’t want to knock and risk waking Ivy up, so he quietly cracked the door.

“Hello?” Y/n called out, her voice raspy like she had been crying.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Colby whispered, walking towards the bed. He could see Ivy’s playpen where she slept with the light that flooded in from the living room.

“Bad dreams. I’m fine.” She sniffed.

“I’m going to move Ivy to my room so we can talk, okay?” Colby said, leaning down to pick the sleeping girl up. He laid her down in his bed, making sure to put a pillow between her and the edge. He put the koala next to her, tucked her in, and closed his door so they wouldn’t wake her up.

“I’m sorry”, Y/n said when Colby walked back in the room.

“Y/n, I already told you you don’t need to apologize.” He laid down on the unused side of the bed, leaving some space between them. “What happened in your dream?”

“I, uh…I should probably explain some stuff first.” She said, taking a deep breath. “My ex, Ivy’s dad…He really showed his true colors once she was born. We had only been dating for like a year when I got pregnant and he acted so happy about it. When I had Ivy, he completely changed. He held it over me, like I needed to give him access to all of my money and stuff because we were ‘linked’ as he put it.”

Colby could hear her breath catch in her chest like she was fighting back more tears. “Here”, he reached out holding her hand.

She squeezed his hand, continuing on. “I broke up with him, but he didn’t really leave. He would come over yelling, telling me he deserves to see his kid but yelling at her when she’d try to sit with him or ‘annoy’ him as he put it. He’d scream at me and break stuff in my apartment. I don’t even have any pictures of the two of them together after she was like 3 months old.”

Colby was furious. “Did he ever…” he started to ask.

“He never hurt her. About 4 months ago he shoved me into a wall before storming out of my apartment. I called the police and got a restraining order.” She said, full on crying again. “I couldn’t risk him ever hurting her.”

Colby reached out and pulled y/n against his chest, wrapping his arms tight around her. “Y/n, you did the right thing. And you’ve done such a good job raising her on your own. You didn’t deserve anything he did to you.”

“I’m normally not like this, I promise.” She said, embarrassed that she had broken down in front of him.

“Y/n, you’re allowed to be human. It’s not weak to vent or to cry.” Colby reminded her.

“I think writing with Mike kind of brought some stuff back up in my mind.” She explained. “When you write about the dark stuff in your life, you kind of feel it all over again. It’s therapeutic, but it’s not easy.”

“I can’t imagine.” Colby said, thinking about the lyrics he had read in Mike’s notebook. “I don’t know if he was supposed to or not, but Mike let me read some of the stuff going on your channel too.”

“I may or may not find a way to get back at him for doing that.” y/n said, hiding her face in Colby’s chest.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Those lyrics are beautiful.” Colby tried to think of the best way to say what he was thinking. “Those songs…they, uh. They make it seem like maybe you’ve got someone better in your life now.”

“Thank you, but those songs are full of hopes and dreams, Colby.” She said bluntly. “The person they’re about doesn’t even know I care about them.”

“Y/n”, Colby played with a bit of her hair, trying to muster up the courage to say what was in his head. “I mean this with every ounce of honesty in my body…any guy that doesn’t see how wonderful and beautiful and perfect you and Ivy are, doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve such beautiful songs to be written about him. He doesn’t deserve your love. He doesn’t deserve to be around your amazing daughter. He doesn’t deserve…”

Y/n interrupted him by pressing her lips against his. “I’m sorry”, she said, pulling back.

“I’m not.” He said, holding her tight against him. “Do it again.”

“Colby”, she exhaled. She slipped her hands up to gently cradle his face. “Those songs are about you”, she said, leaning back down to capture his lips in another kiss.

Colby rolled them over, holding himself above her body. “I swear I don’t cuss in front of Ivy, but thank fucking god.” He said, dipping back down to continue the kiss.

She laughed, smiling against his lips. Her hands roamed down the skin of his back, giving him goosebumps. “Is now a bad time to ask what this all means?”  

“It’s never a bad time to ask that.” He said, pressing gentle kisses to her neck. “I know what I feel. I know what I want. So, the ball is in your court.” He said, kissing her lips one more time.

“What do you want?” Y/n asked.

“You. And everything that comes along with you. I want to help take care of Ivy, I want to be laying next to you every time you have a bad dream, I want to be there cheering you on wherever your music takes you, I want to do dumb shit like hold your hand at chipotle and argue about how much ice cream I should actually let Ivy eat…” Colby blurted out, leaning down to kiss y/n between sentiments. “I want you to move here.” He said, sliding down to rest his head against her chest. He felt a little nervous after opening the vulnerability flood gates.

Y/n let his words wash over her, her hands going to play with Colby’s hair. “I’m going to ask you something and I don’t want you to be mad.” She said with tears in her eyes.

He held his weight up on one of his elbows, wiping her tears away with the other hand. “Babe, why are you crying? I’m not going to be mad.”

She couldn’t help but smile when he called her babe. “Well, BABE”, she laughed. “I’m kind of in love with you. That’s why I’m crying.”

Colby leaned down to press another kiss to her lips. “Y/n, I’m more than kind of in love with you. That shouldn’t make you cry, though.” He kissed her again. “What’s your question?”

“You know that I come with baggage. I’ve got a daughter. I couldn’t be with someone I didn’t think could love her as much as I do.” She explained.

“Ivy isn’t baggage and I’m 104% sure I already do.” He interrupted.

“I know, Colby.” She put her hand against his cheek. “I wouldn’t have fallen for you if I didn’t think you’d love her. I just need to make sure you understand what having a kid would mean. I got pregnant so young and it changed my life overnight.”

“Y/n, to put this quite simply…I have been dreading you two leaving. You can ask any of my friends. I feel whole now. Like we were meant to be a family. I dreaded you guys leaving and just feeling empty without you. I mean BRENNEN even told me to man up and talk to you.”

Y/n laughed, leaning up to connect their lips. “I’m in.”

“You’re in?” Colby asked, deepening the kiss.

“I don’t want to leave.” She answered.

Colby rolled them over, so Y/n was laying on top of him. “We’ll figure out all of the details later.” He said, his hands sliding up under the sides of her pajama shirt. “Right now, I just want to show you everything I’ve been holding back.”

Colby sat up, causing y/n to straddle his lap. He broke their kiss just long enough to slide her baggy sleep shirt off. “Colby.” Y/n breathlessly said, grabbing his hands before they could wander more of her body.

“Are you okay? Am I going too fast?” He worried, searching her face in the dark for some sort of sign.

“I had to have a c-section with Ivy so I have a really big scar across the bottom of my stomach. I just don’t want you to be surprised.” She said, letting him rest his hands back on her sides.

“Baby, all that means is that you and Ivy are both here safe and sound and THAT is a beautiful thing.” Colby said, laying her back on the bed. He took his shirt off and leaned down over her. He kissed down her neck, across her collarbone and down her chest. He pulled down the top of her shorts far enough to run his finger along the scar that connected her hipbones and then traced the same line with his lips. “I don’t want to do anything you aren’t ready for.”

“Colby, I want this.” She assured him.

“I’ll be right back.” Colby rolled off the bed and ran to grab a condom. When he came back in the room, he had a funny look on his face.

“You okay?” Y/n laughed, grabbing the condom from him and pulling him back towards the bed.

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “I just had to tiptoe by the other love of my life to grab that condom and it took me a minute to process that whole thing in my head.”

“Brennen is here?” She teased.

“Oh, ha ha. Very funny.” He said, catching her off guard by pulling her legs out from under her, her back hitting the mattress. “I mean our little one sleeping in my bed.”

Y/n’s heart fluttered hearing him say ‘our’. She wrapped her legs around Colby, pulling him against her and kissing him.

“That one felt different.” Colby said, biting her bottom lip.

“You called her ours.” Y/n said, her tongue asking for entrance against his bottom lip.

Colby broke the kiss, pulling back far enough to discard the rest of his clothing. “She is ours. And one day we’ll have more.” He slid his fingers into the waistband of her shorts, removing the rest of her clothes.

“Sounds perfect.” She said, opening the condom and sliding it on him.

Colby kneeled down between her legs, his hands caressing her thighs. He left a trail of wet kisses from her inner knee all the way to her most sensitive area. Looking up at her, her body sprawled out on the bed in front of him, He asked, “are you ready, baby?” Y/n nodded, Colby dipping his tongue between her folds. He teased her for a second with soft licks before pursing his lips and lightly sucking on her clit.

Y/n’s hands went to Colby’s hair, “Colby”, she moaned, throwing her head back against the bed.

“God, you are so sexy.” He said, sliding a finger, and then two, into her heat as he took her little bundle of nerves back into his mouth. He licked and sucked, pushing her to the edge of her pleasure.

“Fuck, Colby.” Y/n said, pulling Colby’s hair a bit.

Colby groaned, even more turned on watching Y/n fall apart. The added vibrations of his voice against her pushed her over the edge and she threw her hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t cry out. Colby crawled up her body, replacing her hand with his lips. “I love you, Y/n”, he said, wrapping one of her legs around his hip and slowly entering her.  

“I love you, too” Y/n panted, feeling Colby slowly increase his speed.

Their bodies moved together like they were dancing. Meant to be. Colby felt like he was riding some sort of high, pouring every bit of emotion he’s felt over the last few weeks into showing Y/n how much he loved her. Colby’s hand dipped down between them, pleasuring Y/n until she was over the edge of her second climax. Following her, he hid his face against her neck to muffle the noise. “Y/n” he moaned, filling the condom. His thrusts slowing until all you could hear were their labored breaths.

Y/n pulled Colby down to rest his weight against her. “Thank you.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to Colby’s messy hair.

“What for?” he asked, lifting his head to look up at her.

“Everything”, she answered.

The two of them laid there for a while, just enjoying the connection of skin on skin. They talked a bit here and there, but mostly they just listened to each other breathe.

“We need to get dressed.” Colby chuckled, lifting his head from where it had been snuggled in Y/n chest.

“You’re probably right.” She agreed, reaching for her clothes.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Colby said, throwing on his pants. “Make sure you’re decent when I get back.” He laughed.

Colby went to his room and grabbed another pair of boxers and sweatpants before hopping back in the shower. When he got out, he picked Ivy up and walked her back to her playpen. “I didn’t want her to wake up alone.” He explained, making sure she was all tucked in with his stuffed koala.

“You’re incredibly sweet.” Y/n said, pulling back the blanket to invite Colby to join her.

“Well, you’re incredibly incredible.” Colby laughed, knowing how cheesy he sounded. “Come here”, he said, pulling Y/n to lay across his chest.

When he woke up a few hours later, it was to the sound of y/n’s blow-dryer turning off. Looking down, he saw that Ivy had taken Y/n’s place. “Good morning, beautiful”, Colby said.

“G’morning, blue”, Ivy replied.

“I love when you call me that.” Colby smiled down at the little girl. “Can I ask you a question?” He said, sitting up.

Crawling to sit on Colby’s lap, she nodded ‘yes’.

“Is it okay if I love your mom?”, he asked after taking a deep breath.

She looked up at him with a curious look on her face. When she crawled out of his lap, his face dropped. She stood on the bed staring at Colby, her hands coming to rest on his cheeks. “Gon be nice to mom?”

Colby felt his heart break, a few tears silently making their way down his face to her hands. He wrapped his arms around her and replied, “sweetheart, you shouldn’t even have to know what that means.” He kissed her forehead and continued. “I promise I will NEVER hurt you or your mom. I love you both so much.”

“Love you too, blue.” Ivy said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Colby scooped her up and walked to the bathroom to find Y/n. “we’re coming with you, today.” He said, leaning over to pull her into a quick kiss.

“I’d love to have you guys with me.” She replied, looking up at Colby. “Were you crying?” she ran her thumb under his eye.

“We just had a little talk.” He smiled, “Right Ivy?” He set her down so she was standing on the bathroom counter with one of his arms around her just in case.

Ivy looked at Colby and then at her mom before hiding her face back in Colby’s neck.

“What are you being shy for?” Y/n asked, grabbing her off of the counter. Ivy whispered something in her mom’s ear. “yeah?” Y/n said, Ivy whispering something else. “I think so, too”. Ivy peeked back at Colby for a second before whispering one final thing to her mom. “Did you ask him that?” Y/n asked.

“Not yet.” Ivy answered, squirming so Y/n would put her down. She ran out of the bathroom.

“Hey, Ivy? You need to get dressed so we don’t make your mom late.” Colby called out, closing the space between him and Y/n. “What was that about?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her again.

“Oh, she’s got something she wants to ask you.” Y/n smiled fondly up at the amazing man in front of her.

“Am I allowed to know?” He chuckled.

“She’ll ask you when she’s ready.” Y/n answered. “I love you”

“I love you too, y/n”, Colby pulled her tight to him before leaving the bathroom to get ready.

When they got to the Slap House, the only one awake was Mike. “Ooo, we have a full house today.” He said, reaching his arms out for Ivy, sitting her on his hip. “Good morning, cutie.”

Both Colby and Ivy said good morning back at the same time. Ivy burst out in giggles and Y/n turned to playfully slap his arm, smiling at him.

Colby chuckled, pulling Y/n into his side. “You know I’m cute.”

“This is a fact.” Y/n leaned up to quickly kiss his lips.

When they looked back at Mike, his mouth was hanging open with a grin that looked like a kid on Christmas morning. “What is this?”

Colby’s face went red, Y/n slipping his hand into hers. Ivy whispered a little “pssst” so that Mike would lean his head down to her. After she whispered something in his ear, he chuckled. “I think that’s very true.” She waved him back down and whispered something else. Mike’s face softened and he looked over at Colby before looking back at Ivy. “Sweetie, I think he already is.”

“Why does everyone get secrets but me?” Colby asked with a pouty face.

“Don’t worry, you’re really going to like this one when it makes its way around to you.” Mike said, setting Ivy on the ground to play with the dogs. “Come here, you two.” Mike pulled them each into a hug. “Congrats.”

“Thanks, brother.” Colby said, going to make sure Ivy was okay.

They ended up waiting over a month before going back to Y/n’s apartment to pack up her stuff. Once there wasn’t a time crunch to get the music done, everyone kind of relaxed, making the whole process even better. Sam and Kat volunteered to watch Ivy while Colby and Y/n packed up what she wanted to keep from her old life. It took them almost a week, total. The two of them flew there, packed up a small U-Haul truck full of mostly sentimental things and recording equipment, and drove home. They ended up getting home super late and working into the morning. They unpacked the truck, turning the spare bedroom into Ivy’s room before walking over to Sam’s to wake her up.

“Sweetheart.” Colby said, laying down next to a sleeping Ivy.

“Wake up, Ivy”, Y/n said, rubbing her back.

“This will wake her up”, Colby said, taking his stuffed koala out of her arms. Ivy sat up, rubbing her eyes. “Told you.”

She looked around for a second before realizing what was going on. “Blue!” she yelled, turning over and climbing on his chest, throwing her arms around his neck.

“Hi, baby girl”, Colby hugged her tight against him, sitting up. “Did you miss us?”

Ivy nodded her head, crying into Colby’s neck.

“Aww, come here.” Y/n said, picking up Ivy. “Let’s head home.”

Y/n Thanked Sam and Kat for watching her before walking with Ivy back to their new home.

“She hasn’t cried once until you guys got here.” Sam laughed.

“Y/n said she might cry when we picked her up”, Colby answered, smiling at his best friend.

“I’m pretty sure they’re happy tears.” Kat added.

Sam pulled Colby into a hug. “You look happy. It looks good on you, dude”, he said.

“It feels good, brother”, Colby answered, unable to keep a smile from his face. “Alright. I haven’t slept in like 30 hours, so I’m gonna head over there. Thank you both, again, for taking care of her”, Colby pulled Kat into a hug.

“Anytime”, she answered.

After catching up on some much needed sleep and enjoying a Pizza Night back over at Sam’s, the three of them were home for the night. Ivy ran over to her mom, lifting her arms so she would be picked up. Ivy leaned up, whispering into Y/n’s ear.

“Am I ever going to get my secret?” Colby asked, watching them from the couch.

She whispered again into Y/n’s ear. “I think now is a good time” her mom answered, setting her back down on the floor. Y/n sneakily reached over and turned the camera that was always sitting on the tripod on to capture the moment for Colby.

Ivy walked over to Colby looking a little shy. “Do I finally get my secret?” He asked, pulling her up to lay on his chest.

She took a minute before saying “I love you, blue.”

Colby never got sick of hearing that. “I love you more, sweetheart”, he replied, kissing the top of her head. “That’s not a secret, though.”

Ivy laid there a few more seconds before crawling up to try and whisper something to him. “I want you to be my dad”, she cried, unable to keep it a whisper.

Colby’s eyes shot to Y/n, quickly brimming with unshed tears. He was frozen for a full 2 seconds before he sat up and squeezed Ivy to his chest. “Baby girl, that’s the best secret I’ve ever heard in my whole life.” He rocked her back and forth, waiting for her tears to quiet. “Can I tell you my secret?” Colby asked. He sat her on the coffee table facing him so he could see her face.

She nodded ‘yes’ as Colby wiped her tears away with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. Ivy reached up trying to wipe away Colby’s tears.

“I would love to be your dad”, Colby said, catching Ivy as she leapt back into his arms. He felt Y/n join them on the couch and when he looked over, he could see her tear stained, but joyful smile. Her eyes staring back into his. “I love you two so much”, he said, leaning over to kiss her.

“We love you too, blue.” Y/n replied.

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