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hjpslytherclaw · 1 year

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Hello! 👋 Your Harry Potter fics are an absolute joy! It warms my heart to find another HJP lover out there! 👓⚡️💖 Hopefully if it’s no trouble, what do you think about a fic where the reader, whose in a relationship w/ Harry, has a dream or NDE (near-death experience) where she meets James and Lily and they’re so grateful for her loving Harry & being there for him? Keep up the great work! 👍

ah thank you so much!! and absolutely, I've been meaning to do one like this for awhile now <3

here is . . .

Beyond Our Hearts | Harry Potter

Harry Potter x fem! reader

Summary! In which during the battle of Hogwarts, Y/N L/N has a strange vision of her boyfriends parents while fighting for her life.

Warnings / Content! y/n on the verge of dying, mentions of death and passing, a worried harry but majorly fluff besides that.

It all happened so quickly.

From throwing as many spells as she possibly could at opposing death eaters to having the world go pitch black, Y/N L/N's life had flashed before her eyes like a bolt of lightning.

She had awoken in a room of nothing but pure light. Looking around the room seemed to shift, one moment nothing but white to the Gryffindor common room, the forest of Dean, the great hall during the Yule ball, it configured itself to places she had known too well.

And as vast as it had originally happened, it had become grimly clear to Y/N what was going on.

"I'm dead," Y/N's voice was a bare breath, as light as a feather but weighted with nothing but despair.

The second those words had escaped her lips her mind had only thought of one thing.

Harry.

How's Harry? Would he be joining me? Does he know? The thoughts were drowning her.

"I've died," She repeated. She felt her eyes begin to water. This couldn't be the end could it? She was barely eighteen this was supposed to be where life truly began, not where it ends.

"Not exactly."

The voice made Y/N jump, the room had changed once more at the action. Now it had set the scenery at an oddly familiar place. It took a moment but Y/N had realized where she had seen it before. It was the Potter's house.

And when she turned around to find the voice that had spoken to her, she was met with the two former occupants.

No way.

Y/N believed she must've gone mad.

She had only ever seen them in pictures and visualized them through Harry's descriptions but it was clear as day who they were.

James and Lily.

Harry's parents stood before her.

Y/N swore she felt her heart stop.

"This isn't death, not yet at least." Lily had spoken, her hand clasped around her husbands. "More so of a limbo, a place between life and death."

"I didn't think we'd be getting to meet so soon, Y/N." James had smiled.

Y/N's mouth had opened but no words had come out. Pure shock was all she had felt in the moment.

"I understand the shock, I've been told even in the afterlife i'm devilishly handsome." James grinned, which earned him a light hit on the shoulder from his wife.

Y/N laughed.

"It's alright to be shocked," Lily said soothingly, she had something so comforting about her that made Y/N feel safe. "Meeting the passed parents of your partner doesn't happen everyday."

"I- I just find this all so hard to believe," Y/N had gotten out through a dry throat.

"And that's perfectly fine." James consoled, "What isn't fine is us having to meet you so soon. I mean you're a lovely girl, Y/N, but you shouldn't be here."

"Wait so does that mean-"

"You can go back to the land of the living?" Lily finished, "Yes."

Y/N had let out a happy breath she hadn't known she was holding. She could go home. She could go back to Harry.

"But before you go back," James said, "There's a reason you're here, with us."

Y/N furrowed her brows, only to relax them moments later. It was strange to have them be the ones to find her in her almost death.

"As of right now Harry had given himself up to Voldemort-"

Y/N's happy heart had faltered. "What?! He's not, he can't-"

"He's alright, Y/N." Lily smiled, "He's alive and well, in fact looking for you. The battle is over."

Y/N let out a sigh of relief. It was all over. Harry was safe.

"Though while giving himself up he was struck with the killing curse." James had told, "And in his last moment, his last thought, was you." James and Lily shared a smile, "We hadn't known at the time of you're arrival here but we both hoped that one day, when you got here, we'd meet you for that reason."

Y/N's mouth went slightly ajar. She was feeling too many things at one time to fully find one to express.

"We've seen you two over the years," Lily confessed to the L/N girl, catching her attention again. "All of the ups and downs, the good and the bad and you two have held together through it all. He cares for you in ways that astonish me. The love he holds for you is one that only the books seem to have."

"The way he looks at you is a way I thought only I could have, when I looked at Lily of course." James interjected for a moment, lightly squeezing Lily's hand.

"A look of pure and unconditional love." Lily smiled. "Harry deserves nothing but that. We never thought we'd be thanking you for giving him that this soon, but this was a chance we figured we'd take."

Lily had let go of James's hand and walked towards Y/N, Y/N had stayed still as she had approached her. Dead and yet so alive at the same time. It was wonderous.

"You have given him nothing but the love he deserves. You've cared for him and looked after him like no other, Y/N. We obviously haven't been around to do that and as much as that may always hurt, it's incredible to know that he has you." Lily expressed to her. "I can speak for both James and I when I say we're so, so grateful you've been there for our Harry. You've given him something so incredible, you've given him a reason to keep going and that's more than we ever could've asked for."

"The world was all we ever wanted for Harry," James spoke, "And though he may never get all of that, you've given him more of that than I thought was possible. I'm thankful he has you to lean on, you to love."

Y/N hadn't expected any of this, she hadn't expected to meet the parents of the boy she had loved so much, stand before them in a place between the living and the dead, but in the moment she couldn't find anywhere else she'd prefer to be besides with Harry himself.

"Now," Lily spoke again, sorrow in her tone. "Harry has just found your body in the living side of the world. And as much as I'd like to continue to thank you for all you've done for our boy, I don't want him to go through so much distress in finding you in this state."

Y/N felt a pang of sadness, she wanted to stay for a little longer, this was too short for her liking. But she belonged with the living, she belonged to live besides Harry and celebrate the end of the a lifelong war.

"Thank you," Y/N spoke, "For having such an amazing boy. Thank you for approving of me."

"Thank you for giving him what we couldn't." James grinned.

"I hope to continue this someday in the far, far future," Lily said softly, "Until then, continue giving our boy the love he deserves."

"I promise to never stop," Y/N assured them happily.

She was met with a joyous nod from James and an even brighter smile from Lily.

And then she awoke.

She was back at Hogwarts, her face covered in soot and dirt. Harry leaning over her.

"Y/N!" He exclaimed, relieved, he seemed to have been doing cpr on her. He embraced her quickly, "I was so worried, oh my love, I'm so happy you're alright."

Y/N had still barely processed the interaction she just had but Harry's hug, his presence in general was enough to wash anything away.

"It's over," He confessed to her, "It's all over, darling."

She couldn't imagine a more blissful feeling. Harry Potter was her happiness, her calm after the storm, it didn't matter what happened next for the two of them.

She was going to keep her promise to Lily and keep loving him, with every star in the galaxy, with every fiber of her being, she knew she'd never stop.

And one day, someday, she'd get to tell them she lived up to it.

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derangedanomaly · 2 months

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Hello! If I may, may I ask for Bad Sanses, but Reader was formerly a human, went missing at some point, and when they found Reader again, they got turned into an artificial skeleton (t r a u m a). Sorry if I'm bothering you!

You're not bothering me! Thank you for the request! I took a little spin on it- since I've done something similar. (Right here) and I thrive in angst so I'm just gonna make their S/O not come back from the dead. (Making them suffer more 😈)

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BAD SANSES X DEAD READER (ANGST)

(Nightmare, Killer, Dust, Horror)

NIGHTMARE:

Nightmare isn't someone who feels sadness. He's quite the opposite. He thrives in the misery of others, loving their dreadful faces full with fear, sadness, loneliness. He truly doesn't understand people's meaning behind their tears... Life goes on, and you meet other people, then they die, and you find a replacement for them. That's how it was in Nightmare's eyes, and that's how it's gonna stay.

Nightmare hates the feeling of losing, even more so if it's against you, in a game of cards. Why's he playing this game with you? He should be doing paperwork, or attack some AU's. His needs for negativity are rising more higher each time he's around someone as cheerful as you. Dream and his little team have been getting a little weakened. He should take this opportunity to strike, and just get rid of them! He should be doing anything more productive! But, he sits here. On the dark cold floor of his office, playing cards with you.

"Oh! Look at that. I won again." You think you're so smart.. flashing him a winning smile like that when he knows very well that you cheated your way to victory. How embarrassing... don't you have some dignity? "Don't you feel ashamed?" He tried to stop himself from letting out a scoff once you tilted your head at his words. "You're not so slick. I've seen the way you cheated." As if you don't know that his eyes were watching you the whole time! Maybe that's why he was losing so much.. you chuckled after thinking about his words for awhile, which caught the king of negativity off guard. "Oh? Is Nightmare petty that he lost to- 'a mere mortal'?" This time, Nightmare actually did scoffed. "Please, you're not worth getting petty over." As much as he wanted to leave the room, and go as far away from you as possible, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He felt as if his whole body was stuck on the wooden floor of his office as he just sat there and chatted with you.

He hated this feeling. He still doesn't know why, but you always seemed to make him relax when near him. It bugs him to no end...how can you just sit there, with him, and just have- a casual conversation?? As if he wasn't a dangerous sociopath who killed more than hundreds. He hated this. "Well, then I guess I seemed PRETTY enough for you to stare at me the whole time." But he hated you more.

Why must you always bug him like this? "Nightmare! Please! Let me into the battle! I can handle myself!" How many times does he have to repeat himself..? Why won't you just, stay in his mansion, and...I don't know! Sleep, maybe. He really doesn't wanna go through this again. "Y/n. For the last.time. I won't let you fight against the Star Shits." He didn't missed the way you flinched when he responded to you with venom in his voice. But what could he do? You wouldn't listen to him otherwise. You tend to ignore his commands.. which is more than annoying.. "But...Why?" Oh, he wishes he could tell you the reason... But he felt more than embarrassed to admit that he doesn't want anything happening to you in battle.. so he just did the next obvious choice. Flee to the battle. This conversation was going on long enough..

Things were getting out of control on Nightmare's side, the Star Sanses all split off, each of them fighting a different Sans on Nightmare's team. Nightmare doesn't seem to be in a good shape today, he feels weakened these past months since he knows you. . . Which is not really that strange, considering that you two spend a lot of time together. "Come on, brother, you can still end this." Dream threatened Nightmare, glaring at him. Nightmare couldn't believe him, does he just think that he's gonna go up and admit defeat to his own brother?! The brother he's hated many decades?? After all this time, he decides to say something about it now? He's such an idiot. "I would rather die, then accept defeat in your hands.." Nightmare truly felt weak, as he just sat in pain on the ground, giving Dream the hardest glare. Dream's eyes widened as he sighed, and aimed his bow at him, with the intention to fire. Nightmare looked to the ground, trying to think of a plan. There has to be an escape route, something that could be useful for him to get away.

Everything fell silent as Nightmare widened his eyes at the scene in front of him.. there you were, barely standing there with a proud smile on your lips, and the edge of Dream's arrow piercing through you. Dream gasped lowering his weapon. Everyone around them stopped fighting, now looking horrified at Nightmare and you. Your feet started to slowly lose balance, as you fell to the ground. But you didn't make a contact with it, because Nightmare's tentacles wrapped securely around your fragile body.

Nightmare brought you to him, as he looked into your eyes. "H-Hey Night.." you groaned, feeling the arrow deep inside your chest.. Nightmare looked emotionless. His face didn't showed any expression whatsoever as he silently watched you. "Heh.. c-cat got your tongue?" Nightmare didn't know what to think, feel, or even say.. but then- he felt something that he thought he didn't had. He felt his soul shake. And that's when it happened, Nightmare felt something wet go down his cheek, soon the other cheek had the same reaction.

You widened your eyes at the sight of Nightmare crying.. "No.. it's- it's fine. Stop playing your stupid little games and- get up you..you idiot." Oh god, why was he saying that? He didn't meant to say that. You couldn't speak as Nightmare pleaded for you to stand up. "Get.up..." he inhaled a sharp breath. Why's he acting like this? What's this feeling? He feels more pathetic than ever as his hold on you tightened.

"Y-Y/n. As your commander. I command you to get up." It was truly difficult for Nightmare to control his voice right now, which made him shocked. You softly smiled and gently touched his cheek, wiping his cyan tears away.. "N-Nightmare.. *cough* you know that I- I never listen to your... Commands.." you couldn't help but slowly close your eyes. "Y-Y/n!? Hey! STOP! DON'T CLOSE THEM YET!" He felt himself panicking, he didn't know what to do. You smiled at him one last time, uttering your last words to him. "Be sure to- practice playing the c-cards.. I'm gonna be... Away for awhile....." He watched as your hand retraced from his cheek, and your eyes closing. Nightmare felt himself panic more than ever. It can't end like this! He has to do something, what can he do?! "Y/N!! .... You can't go! I..." The realization hit him like a brick, only after he saw you die in his arms. "...I love you.." and you didn't even get to know..

This fateful day, marks as the first day that Nightmare, the king of negativity, felt true sadness for the first time... Oh, how he wishes to never feel anything after that again. The pain was truly insufferable, and it left a huge impact on him, that only you could fix. But it's no use now, as he just sits on his dark cold floor, holding a deck of cards in his hands, feeling...empty. He felt nothing as he looked at the deck of cards. Your cards.

KILLER:

If there was one thing that Killer absolutely loved, it would be knives, his collection of Metallica posters, his knives, you, you, you, oh..and his knives! Also you. He loved your fun side, you tend to be quite moody and seem to put up some imaginary walls. But with him, it was different! You knew each other for quite some time now. As far as you both know, you were stuck in a black void of some kind, and Killer accidentally found you.

Killer could never stop thinking about you since then. And he made it into a routine of some kind, where he met up with you in secret in the black void. Of course, this meant making a perfect disappearance that Nightmare won't be able to find out.

You laughed as Killer told you yet another story that happened to him. He was so easy to talk to, and he felt the same way about you! You were truly the only one in this dark world that he could trust with his whole life.. "That's what you said?" "Yeah, Nightmare blew a fuse that day." You both chuckled yet again, falling into silence. The silence seemed thick, there was a weird feeling flowing through the air. Killer felt frustrated...he wanted to ask you out, but he just.. can't. Nightmare would do something to him, or worse, to you. He just wishes he could get together with you... You both had feelings for each other, and were deeply in love! But couldn't get together because of one big obstacle. Nightmare. Killer hates even thinking about that guy.. he's always in his way towards happiness, and he's just an overall ass.. but he's bound to serve him forever, so he can't really do anything about it.

"Hey, Y/n?" You made eye contact with Killer and hummed upon hearing him finally speak. "Can you...promise me something?" You noticed the way his tone sounded, it was something serious. You fully faced him, nodding your head as a sign of confirmation. "Can you promise me...." Killer tried to calm down, as he slightly turned his gaze away from you and instead into the dark pit of your black void. "...that you'll never leave my side..?" You softly smiled, laying on his shoulder. "Of course, Kills. I'll never leave you." Killer found himself smiling at your words, as he laid his head on yours, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"I- I swear boss! I'll make it up to you! T-This is what you want, right?? Just say anything and I-I'll do it!" Killer stood in Nightmare's office, terrified out of his mind, as he screwed up a big mission. He's pretty sure that Nightmare is gonna make him pay big time for that. Nightmare is a cruel and vicious man.. his punishment will be of great penalty. "... anything, you say?" Killer immediately nodded. Maybe, he'll get out of this alive after all! He had a hopeful face on his face as he waited for Nightmare's commands. He felt uneasy when Nightmare's face gained a creepy smile.. he wasn't so sure now. "Who's that human you're close with, and where is she?" Killer felt shocked at Nightmare's words. How does Nightmare know about you..? He panicked and stammered, trying to find a loop hole of some kind out of this.. what can he do? He can't lie to Nightmare, as he will just call him out on whatever flies from his mouth, but still...he tries it. As foolish as that sounds. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about! I don't know a human girl like that!" Nightmare seemed to size him up as he gave him the coldest glare, it was as if he was warning him, say any lie again, and I'll have your decapitated head on my wall. Yeah, Killer heard it a mile away. "Your breathing got quicker, your eyes widened and you seem to sweat. I'll ask again Killer, where is she?" Killer truly knew that he can't bullshit him anymore. It was no point, Nightmare would've just pushed him more and more with every lie. "She...is nowhere in the castle. Y-You don't have to worry about someone l-living here rent free.." Nightmare raised his eyebrow at this, as he just stared at him and squinted his eye. Killer just sweated more, this was a nerve-wracking situation, he didn't know what to say or do, but there was one thing he was certain of- he can't let Nightmare find you. Nightmare smirked after awhile, as if he just cracked the code. "The black void." Killer felt himself panic when Nightmare uttered these words.

Nightmare created a portal and left through it, but oh no. Killer was hot on his heels. Killer decided that if he could, he would throw his life on the line for you, he was willing to die for you.

Nightmare approached your sitting form as his shadow towered over you menacingly. You looked up at him, thinking it was Killer, but quickly getting frightened. This guy, was NOT your Killer. You yelped when a black tentacle shoot towards you, but then you saw it- Killer swooped you up into his arms, away from Nightmares appendages. "I WON'T LET YOU HURT HER, NIGHTMARE." Nightmare stared at Killer in amusement. Does he think he can defeat him? How foolish. "No. Stay.back." And now he was threatening him. How foolish. You shook at this situation. So this was Killer's boss? "H-Hey Princess, it'll be alright... I-" his words got cut off by a tentacle holding your neck and bringing you to Nightmare. "NO!" Killer couldn't let anything happen to you.. he just couldn't. "Let this be a lesson, Killer.." Nightmare spoke, tightening his hold on your neck, with the intention of snapping it. Killer widened his eyes, as he started crying black tears. It was all over... You'll die in Nightmares hands, the only thing Killer feared the most. The worst of all, is that he didn't do anything to prevent it.. "Focus on your job, do your missions right, and stop interacting with people as distracting as her." There was only silence, as your neck cracked, falling dead right in Nightmares hold. He dropped your body to the floor, watching as Killer himself dropped down on the floor in a sitting position, moving closer to your dead body. He cried and cried and cried. That's all he knew how to do right now.. "Princess...my perfect princess.." he started sniffing as he just held you tight, as if he could somehow bring you back.. but he couldn't. Your love really just, wasn't meant to be.

DUST:

Life is about losing those you care about, it's just a natural cause. This was what Dust always thinks about death. And he didn't intend to change his view of this particular subject, so he was pretty surprised when his lover brought this up.

"What invoke such a question, my love?" You smiled at him and shook your head. "Nothing, just wanted to know your opinion." Dust felt like there was more to it, but he didn't press on the answer, and you both left it at that.

You didn't seemed to be in your best shape these past months, Dust noticed. He's very observant, of course he noticed it right away. Taking in the way you coughed or the way you looked more tired than usual. There was a lot of, "Are you ok, darling?" Followed by your; "Don't worry about me... I'm fine." He started to slowly hate that response.. you were 'fine'. That's not enough for him. He needed you to ok. Not just fine. Oh, how he wishes he could get the answer out of you.

Over time, it started to really bug him. You were getting worse by the day, and he couldn't have that. He needed to find out what's going on.. he decided to bring this topic up with his best friend, Horror.

Horror and Dust sat in Dust's living room, you being absent because you are 'visiting your friends.' Dust still doesn't really believe this lie you told him, but went along with it, so he could take this opportunity to have a guy talk with Horror about this. "That's basically what's happening.. I don't know what to do, don't know how to get the answers out of her, and I certainly don't know how to deal with this..." Dust sighed in desperation, if only he could do something.. Horror hummed, still munching on the sandwich you've made for the two of them before you left. "Well...maybe you could...sit down with her...and have a heart to heart....about this..." Dust appreciated this advice, and feels kinda dumb for not thinking of it earlier... Dust nodded, smiling at Horror, grateful for his words. "Thanks Horror, you're a real pal." Horror smiled at Dust, finishing his sandwich before leaving.

It was 5 hours since you left... surely you would've been back by now? Or not..? The longer he waited, the more did he started to have dark thoughts circle around in his head at all the possibilities of what could happen to you. "Calm down Dust... nothing happened. She's fine." He tried to reassure himself, looking over at the clock. You sure we're taking your sweet time...

It was then that his phone ringed in his pockets. An unknown number calling? That was certainly strange. He accepted the call hesitantly, awaiting whatever was on the other side of the call. "Hello, sir Dust L/n?" He listened to what felt like a males voice. "Yes, what is it?" "Your wife, Y/N L/n is in a terrible condition." Dust's eyes widened at those words.. terrible condition? What does that even mean? Dust quickly put on his coat and his shoes. He needed to see you. By all means necessary.. "Can you tell me at what hospital she's at?" "(Hospital name)" "Thank you, I'll be there right away." He ended the call and teleported in front of the hospital. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew one thing, he has to see you.

The main door of the hospital was flung open as Dust ran up to the main counter. "Hello, my wife's here somewhere, can you tell me her door number? Her name's Y/N L/n." It was fairly quick, as Dust got the number and immediately fled to your room..

You laid in bed, watching the birds singing out the window, smiling to yourself. Your peace was interrupted by Dust coming in the room, huffing. He looked very panicked and out of breath. You got startled by him coming into the room so suddenly.. "Hey, love..." You smiled at him during your greeting. Dust couldn't believe it. You were on your death bed, but you still smiled more calm than ever. "Y-Y/N. Oh god...w-what happened??" You looked sadly at the floor, patting the bed for him to sit on it. He followed your command as you sighed. "6 months ago, I got diagnosed with a deadly disease.. the doctor's tried to help me fight it, but... I guess my time's up.." you smiled yet again, to show him that you were completely prepared for this. Dust didn't even noticed when he started crying. "Why...why didn't you told me?" Your smile dropped as you stared at his panicked form. Then you slowly reached his skeletal hands to hold in yours. "I thought it would be better like this.. I didn't wanna worry you further." Dust couldn't believe the words you said to him. You can't just- lie about this! He felt sudden fear, as a sudden realization hit him. You're gonna be gone. Completely striped away from him, and there was nothing he could do. His head dropped down on your lap, crying pools of tears. You frowned at his state, patting his head. "Dust...my love..my number one.." he slowly looked you in your eyes, hearing you speak to him. "...Make sure to make me the best funeral..." This was the moment that you finally broke, as you started crying with him.. he engulfed you in a hug, and cuddled you, one last time.. he stayed the night, still cuddling you, and in the morning when he woke up, you were dead in his arms...

HORROR:

Horror loved you. He loved you more than anything else in the world, his little wife. He would let you do anything with him, may it be the dumbest things, he did them with you if you so desired. He truly was a big teddy bear. But what he didn't let you do, was let you out of the house alone. His Au is not the safest, but he doesn't want to leave his brother behind, and you seemed to like it there.. so for now, he and you stayed living there. Oh...but if only he didn't..

You pouted as Horror shook his head at your question yet again. "Please Bee?" Horror found himself giggling at the nickname, but quickly stopped once the next words flew from your mouth. "Please let me go out alone..." Horror huffed at your question, turning away from you. Must you ruin dinner with this question? Horror never talked much, or tried not to.. his voice was too damaged to talk, but he would say a few words on some occasions. "You...stay..." That was all it took for you to slowly lay your head on the table and huff. "Whyyy Bee?" Your question earned you a roll of his eyes. "Too...dangerous..." You didn't say anything more, as you ticked him off, and you didn't wanna piss him off any more than he is. "Fine.." he seemed happy about that answer as he munched on the chicken you cooked for him. Courtesy of Swap, who sometimes gave you food to cook in Horror's Au.

You took advantage of the time Horror went out and left you alone in the house. You smiled at him as he left, not before giving you a long kiss. You wondered if you should carry on with your plan, considering your situation, but still did it.. you went out.

Horror was happy to finally open the door to his house, and see you again, but he felt confused upon finding the cabin completely empty.. he checked even the smallest places and unlikely places, but he just couldn't find you.. he wracked his brain, trying to think of where could his wife go. Until something really terrible came up to him... You probably went out. He felt angry at first, trying to calm himself as he went out the door of his house, but then fear settled in instead of anger, as he tried to push away the thoughts about your death. It didn't take him long trying to find you, as you were inside the forest- not in the same piece... He felt his soul, for the first time in years, thrum against his chest. He stood there, above your corpse, organs out and eyes that held no life. He started shaking as he extended his hand forward, holding your cheek.. one of the worst things that could've happened to him, happened. Right before his eyes. It was probably wolves that did this awful dirty work. He didn't know what to think, as he just took your wedding ring, not wanting to look at your corpse anymore. He felt empty, sad, but he didn't cry.. it was odd.. anyone normal would've cried, but well...he isn't really normal.

That night, he sat alone in the living room, looking at your wedding ring.. he would've burried you, but he couldn't even look at you like that..it was... awful. He didn't want to bury you, simply because he couldn't bring himself to fo it.. He didn't even eat, be refused to eat anything that wasn't your food...which was going to be difficult in the future. He just stared, unmoving, looking at the ring..

Things got worse when he headed to bed, but stopped in his tracks when he saw something shine in the trashcan.. he leaned forward and snatched the thing in his big hands, scanning it with his eye.. It was a positive pregnancy test. Oh god...you were pregnant.. you were pregnant with his baby. This was what made him break out into sobs as he slid down and sat on the ground. His head was ringing as he kept muttering the same words. "She was pregnant..." Over and over and over again... He should've been more careful. He should've been home! He should've been there! He could've save you.. it seemed like time stopped when he finally stopped crying.. he swears, right now, right here, that he will never..under any circumstances, take his wedding ring off.

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maddheaven · 1 year

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My Interpretation of Yandere Dick Grayson/Nightwing - also a ramble post, kinda.

It’s been awhile since I’ve found time to write something. I was gonna write a short ramble post about my version of Yandere Dick Grayson but I had work to do.

Otherwise here it is:

So most versions of Yandere Dick I’ve read of him being extremely dark and sadistic towards his darling. Personally, I think this portrayal of Yandere Dick is interesting, and a little fun to write, because you don’t have to follow his optimistic values and traits, and just go crazy with it. Over time though - and now that I finally found time to read some comics and stuff, getting my inspiration juices flowing - it kinda got old and overused for me. While I do like the take on it, there are some parts of it that I would do differently or change completely like him having a full-blown freak-out and accusing his darling of cheating, ya know, screaming, shouting, punching things and all. I also like the soft yandere version of Dick, and incorporate some parts of that as well based on the few that I've read.

So with some inspirations from headcanons, and a bit of daydreaming, here is what I came up with:

Even before his parents' death. Grayson felt this deep, subconscious need for normalcy; for some semblance of ordinary.

He grew up moving around a lot, being in a circus act and all, and therefore, never had a real home.

Dick wanted the white picket fence, he wanted the typical suburban house, and he dreamed of being married to the love of his life with a bunch of kids, and maybe, a pet or two running around.

When his parents died, the only affection he ever had was ripped away from him leaving a dark void in his heart.

Despite being adopted by Bruce, and getting acquainted in his new home, that empty spot in his chest never went away.

He went through a couple of partners, Kori and Barbara included, had a few heartbreaks, but that empty feeling stayed.

Something was missing, he wasn’t sure what it was.

He cared for his previous partners, stayed loyal to them the whole way, yet there wasn’t a ‘click.’

There are multiple ways he could’ve come across you.

Either you were a civilian he saved from danger as Nightwing, helping you out as an officer, or maybe you met during a walk out in Bludhaven or Gotham.

However he met you, there was an instant click.

There was something, something about you, that was different.

His obsession comes in waves.

First: He’s interested, and starts watching out for you - not to the point of stalking yet.

He'll try to strike up a conversation, start building some sort of friendship or acquaintance with you, anything to get to know you.

Second: Then that interest becomes intrigue, and now he’s following you wherever you go, wanting to learn more about you.

That need he felt for all of his life grows, and grows.

He can’t get you out of his head, he can’t stop thinking about you.

He could be taking on as many cases as a police officer, he could be fighting criminals in some alley.

Yet, no matter how hard he tries, his mind always wanders back to you.

It's conflicting for him; he knows he shouldn't be this obsessed with you yet.. nothing seems to get you off his mind!

But that all comes to a head, when he either sees you in danger or hanging around someone.

Then something snaps inside him.

He doesn’t like it, he doesn’t like it at all - he hates it.

Dick can’t deny his feelings anymore.

He needs to protect you.

He needs to be there for you.

He needs you.

Then comes the third wave:

He's around you more, he's taking every chance he can to spend time with you.

Sometimes, it can come off as clingy. But if you're the kind who doesn't notice subtle cues very well (like me), then he may just come off as someone who wants to be your friend.

And given his charismatic, and almost up-beat attitude, it wouldn't be surprising if you thought that.

However, there are some things with Dick that seem.. off.

He becomes eerily silent when that one friend, who you haven't seen in months, is talking to you.

Sometimes he'll tug at your wrist, force a smile whilst trying to make some excuse that you guys are in a hurry.

And as you guys get to know each other more, he gets more 'touchy.' More than what would be considered as 'friendly.'

Swinging an arm around you, resting his chin on your head, and one time, he put an arm around your waist while you guys were walking around the park.

But if there ever is a situation where someone is getting handsy with you, friendly or not, he steps in.

Hates when people touch you, but doesn't have any problem when it's only him, of course.

The man is more touch-starved than Jason.

As your relationship grows closer - or rather, he believes you and him are growing closer - then his tolerance would start to go down.

As for meeting him for the first time, Dick comes across as extroverted and friendly!

Very much a people person, so it isn’t hard to warm up to him.

If you aren’t the social type however, then he may come off as abrasive.

If he notices your slight discomfort, then he’ll ease up a bit.

He doesn’t like it if he sees you tense up or show any signs of discomfort around him - leaves a strange ache in his chest.

Though, he’ll admit, sometimes he likes to tease you because he finds some of your reactions adorable.

Dick is also patient to an extent.

If he sees that you’re avoiding him or making it obvious you aren’t interested, he’ll either eliminate all competition.

Anyone he thinks is getting in the way of him and your relationship, or would have a hand in getting anyone to avoid you.

Dick will make sure he is all you have.

If it's him, he'll either try to ‘fix’ his behavior around you or talk it out with you.

If neither works then.. well.. he'll be tempted to just take you.

With all the general stuff aside, there is one thing that I want to get into which is his temper.

Most headcanons I read are Dick having full-blown freak-outs - shouting, yelling, punching, throwing things ect.

I don't think he would do that, if anything, I think it would be much worse:

Let's say he kidnaps you and you aren't cooperating at all.

No matter what he does, all he gets is insults, profanity thrown at him, struggling - the whole shabang.

His patience isn't one to be tested, so as soon as you start acting out his demeanor changes in a snap.

His eyebrows would furrow, the usual ‘picture-perfect’ smile drops, and those shining blue eyes go cold.

His voice would drop low, he'll get real close to your face.

If you're struggling, he'll grab your wrist and squeeze it hard.

Every word he says, he not only wants you to hear, but to listen, ingrain it into your head.

The sudden shift in the air is too obvious to ignore, and that low voice is just.. too terrifying to tune out.

There’s a threatening undertone; a warning.

It’s incredibly eerie and tense.

The man is capable of anything - he was raised by Batman for god sakes! - and if he kidnapped you, god knows what the hell he’ll do to you.

To sum it up, Dick can be the most affectionate, loving boyfriend/husband you could ever have or he can be your absolute worst nightmare...

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pablitogavii · 10 months

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Can you do when the reader is really really sad bc shes homesick and Pablo comforts them

You're my home

It's been months since you went back home and you were really starting to grow home sick missing your family the most.

You spent your school semester in Barcelona with Pablo, and when summer vacation came both of you wanted to spend time together and travel so you went to Ibiza.

Pablo being very busy during the season wanted to give all of his attention to you during his break and it was truly magical to have him by your side every moment of every day. You craved that for months and wished this could last forever but you couldn't help the sadness you felt.

"You alright amorcito??" he same bringing you a glass of your favorite Guava juice joining you on the swing and holding you in his protective hold.

"Mhm.." you said but your tearful eyes were clearly showing that you were not being honest at all and Pablo got worried it was something he had done or said.

"Please tell me princesa..what made my amorcito so sad? Did I do something?" he said and you quickly turned in his hold kissing his lips in reassurance. Pablo was really amazing for the past week giving you all his attention and making sure to love you in such a gentle and special way. You really feel like a princess being here with him.

"You didn't do anything wrong amor..I promise" you said after pulling away and that made Pablo relax a little before kissing your forehead as you laid your head on his warm chest.

"So what's wrong then princesa?" he said and you sighed knowing that he won't let it go as long as he doesn't know what got you so sad suddenly. Pablo was definitely the most stubborn person you've known.

"I miss home cariño..it's been awhile since I've visited" you admit and Pablo listened carefully knowing how much you gave up being with him in Barcelona permanently and having to distance from your family.

"You should have told me sooner preciosa..just come with me on tour and visit your family? Hm?" he said and you could't believe the words leaving his lips right now. It was true that Pablo was going to America with Barça and it would be a perfect moment for you to go and visit your home together while supporting him during games.

"But..how can I travel with you when nobody is taking their partners??" you said not wanting to cause him trouble or be a bother.

"Lewa is taking his wife..and so did Jordi last tour" Pablo said and you blushed that he put you in the same basket at his friends 'wives'.

"Cariño, it's their wives.." you reminded him but Pablo only smirked kissing the top of your head lovingly.

"And you're my future wife..so it's the same thing. Unless you want to get married tomorrow cause I'd be down???" he said and you jumped looking up at him with big eyes before you both started laughing loudly. You were still to turn eighteen..and you both knew that was impossible.

"Are you trying to get arrested for marrying an underaged girl?" you smirk and he rolls his eyes raising his hands up in surrender knowing that you are turning eighteen in less than a month.

"But you didn't say no princesa.." he smirked and that made me blush thinking of myself in that white dress walking up to him ready to give all of myself..it was like a dream come true...Mrs. Pablo Gavira.

"Shut up Pablo!" you smack his shoulder and he laughs playfully pinching your red cheek before kissing your lips lovingly.

"You should come with us on tour tho..I would love to have you there..see you in the stands..sleep with you at night..and have you see your family so I get that beautiful smile back on your face" he spoke caressing your hair and you closed your eyes thinking a little about his offer..it was a really hard one to decline.

"I want to go with you amor...I love you!" you finally answered and he leaned down kissing your lips passionately while tightening his hold while moving you both on the swing gently.

"Te amo muchisimo princesita!" he said as you both enjoyed the beautiful sunset on the beach in each other's arms.

one month later..

y.n.bebe and pablogavi

New York, New York

He took me home <33

comments:

pablogavi: that smile is back princesa <33

y.n.bebe: only because of you babyy! <3

fcbarcelona: golden boy!! liked by y.n.bebe

pablogavi: vamos a ganar!! visca barça!!

pedri: get your ass to training!! jajaja

y.n.bebe: my bad pepi :// he wanted to see the city

pablogavi: hard to say no to my girl hermano!!

pedrigavilove: love them both hahaha

aurorapaezg: miss you bebé

pablogavi: awe jajaja

aurorapaezg: clearly talking to mi hermanita!!

y.n.bebe: luv you rora!! <3

Hope you like it <33

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weemsfreak · 4 months

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Full Circle - Won't You Come Out to Play?

Part 2

Larissa Weems x fReaderOC

Hello all, so I got a few requests for part 2 of Full Circle! I'm sorry it took so long, but I'm so glad that you liked the first part! There will be a part 3 (smut) but i'm going to tie it in with golf.

~6.8k words.

✂ Song: Dear Prudence by Siouxsie & The Banshees (linked at bottom)

If you need a refresh, pt 1 is here.

Warnings: A bit of misogyny, harassment, alcohol

Tags: @dopenightmaretyphoon @danverssawyer @dingdongthetail @notmeellaannyy @lvinhs @kimiinou @im-a-carnivorous-plant @barbarasstar @lostmyotheraccount @readingtheentrails

☾☾☾

The next couple weeks were far too busy for your liking. Your boss was calm and kind, but lately she had been busy and stressed, which meant that you were as well. You hadn't had time to venture to the golf course, even though you were missing it dearly.

Something else you were missing dearly, was your father. The anniversary of his death was coming up next week, and you'd be lying if you said that you weren't in a rut.

Sunday, you sat on your couch, soothing your pains with a tub of chocolate ice cream. It was a gorgeous day outside, but nothing you could dream of had the ability to your ass up and moving.

As you sat and wallowed in your self pity, a text lit up your phone. You ignored it at first, until you glanced down and saw who it was from.

Larissa (from golf)

How are you, darling? I haven't seen you in awhile :(

You opened your phone and smiled down at the text. Someone else that you were missing dearly, was Larissa. Since you last golfed with her, you have been slowly coming to the realization that you adored the tall woman. The parts of her that she showed you, and the little that you did know about her, had you thinking about her often, and becoming increasingly enamoured with her.

She was truly gorgeous, inside and out. She was smart, funny, caring, soft, selfless, and just absolutely ravishing. The thought of her had you kicking your feet and blushing. You felt so safe and calm in her presence, she brightened your day whenever you saw her. She was one of a kind, truly.

You have been thinking about what Glen and Tom said, 'She likes women, and she's single.' As giddy as that made you, for some reason, you couldn’t help but question why she was single. Why was a woman, a woman like her, single? Had the gods put this glorious woman loving woman in front of you just to spite you? Just to make you crazy? Perhaps she was crazy? Unattainable? Well, she had twenty years on you, which didn't bother you, but maybe it would bother her.

Yes, that's what she was, unattainable. She was lovely, and as you said, one of a kind. There was nobody else like her, nobody else in her damn league.

You

Hi Larissa! I'm fine, how are you? I've been busy with work, but I hope that you've been at the course enjoying yourself :)

Larissa (from golf)

I've been out with Tom and Glen a few times, it has been fun. It's not as enjoyable without you there, though ;)

You held back a giddy laugh, what a flirt.

You

I miss it :(

Larissa (from golf)

Won't you come out to play next week, Prudence? :)

You

Of course! What day are you free?

Larissa (from golf) <3

Saturday at 5?

You sighed, Saturday was the anniversary of your fathers death.

Alas, what better thing to do on that day besides golf?

You

I can't wait! See you then :)

Larissa (from golf) <3

Take care, darling!

☾☾☾

Saturday had been harder for you than you had anticipated, which was why you found yourself late for golf. You pulled up to the golf course, basically running to the first hole, and found Larissa waiting patiently, wiping down her clubs as she basked in the sun. You trained your eyes on her as you slowed your pace and walked up behind her.

She truly looked angelic, her light blonde hair becoming gold in the sun, and her figure outlined in a soft glow. You stopped and let yourself breathe for a moment, taking in the sight before you and committing it to memory.

Damn, Glen was right, you did have a crush. The more you thought about it, the more you realized that you were downplaying it.

"There you are, love" Larissa smiled, turning around when she felt a presence behind her. She was wearing a light yellow striped polo and a white golf skirt. You had to stop yourself from gasping when your brain registered the image before you.

"Sorry I'm late Larissa. I really have no excuse" you chuckled.

Larissa shook her head and batted her lashes at you, "No worries Prudence, I was just enjoying the sun."

When you got to hole 5, you were setting up to drive, gauging your swing. It had been a peaceful day so far, you and Larissa had been chatting and taking your time.

You heard a golf cart pull up on the path next to you, and you stopped what you were doing. To your total annoyance, the younger man who had served you the other day, and also made rude comments about Larissa, got out of his cart and walked your way. You heard Larissa mutter 'fuck' under her breath.

"Larissa, you're looking fine, as always" he said with a cocky smile.

"Jake, why are you here?" Larissa's eyebrows quirked up in question, an unamused frown on her face.

Jake gestured to another young man behind him, "Why, Brad and I just wanted some playing time with you ladies." He then gazed past Larissa, and set his eyes on you, looking you up and down.

"I haven't seen this one around before, she any good?" he asked Larissa.

"She is, very good. But I would appreciate it if you would leave us to play by ourselves" Larissa basically spat.

"You want her all to yourself huh?" Brad chimed in.

"I can see why, she's hot" Jake said, chucking and nodding to Brad.

You took a deep breath as you looked to the grass. You didn’t want to do this, ever, but definitely not today.

"I'll make you a deal woman" Jake said, gesturing to you. "Let’s play together. If you beat me on this hole, I'll leave you both alone today; but if I beat you, you have to go on a date with Brad."

Your face fell to one of disgust at his words. And why would you want to go on a date with this pretentious, ugly, lowlife man? Was there a reason anyone would want that?

Larissa was shocked at his bet, and she turned your way to gauge your vibe. You were standing there, leaning against your driver, face scrunched up, repulsed. It brought a little relief to Larissa, knowing that you were in fact, not interested in this cocky man, and that you'd rather stay with her.

She turned back to the boys, her fists tightened beside her body in anger.

"She will be doing no such thing." You let a small smile form on your lips.

"Fine, then I bet you, Larissa. And when I win, you have to go on a date with me."

You let out a loud scoff as Jake's lips curled up into a smirk. You then stepped away from the tee and stood closer to Larissa. You watched as her eyes widened, she would be doing no such thing, no such childish thing.

"I will not be-" "I accept your bet, Jake" you said, interrupting Larissa. Larissa looked down at you, eyebrows set in confusion as she took you in.

"Except when I win, you leave Larissa alone, for good" you stated, indefinitely. Jake chuckled and shook his head, "Fine, deal."

"Ladies before gentlemen" you said, gesturing for him to step up to the tee first. He frowned at you, but pulled his driver and made his way up. You heard Larissa giggle behind you, then you felt butterflies in your stomach over the sound. You didn't want to do this, but if you were going to, you were going to do it right.

As Jake set his tee in the ground as you took the time to plan your hits. It just so happened that you were exceptionally good at this hole. You paid no mind when Jake drove the ball, as it didn't matter anyway. You then set up and drove your pro v1, sending it the same place that Jake's ball had landed.

"Well, let's go" Jake said, hurrying Brad into the cart. You looked up at Larissa and ushered her into the cart, following close behind them. It wouldn't be easy to cheat at golf, but you didn't trust these boys, not for a second.

As you drove down the fairway, Jake stopped at his ball. You didn't know exactly where yours had gone, but it was around this area.

"Here!" Larissa said, pointing to the pro v1 in the grass. You let out a menacing laugh, it had traveled further than Jake's.

You watched as Jake pulled a wedge, and shot his ball to the green. You did the same, sending your pro v1 to the green, and hiding your smirk as you did. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves, you really wanted to impress the older woman. But you were lucky, this was going surprisingly well.

As you played, Jake and Brad murmured comments to each other, some of which you caught. Sometimes Jake would say sexist things to your face, and every time you would tell him to shut up, or Larissa would spit back at him, but it honestly fueled you to do better.

As you ventured back to the cart to grab your putter, you felt Larissa's hands at your shoulders. She leaned down to your ear from behind, whispering in a way that made you hold back a shiver. "You're doing exceptional darling, show them who's boss."

Her praise was enough for you to end up with a birdie and amusedly watch Jake struggle to sink his ball on par. You watched as Jake threw his club to the ground and cursed, to which you threw your hands in the air and ran over to Larissa.

"Hell yea!" you hollered, jumping up and high fiving her with both hands.

"Great job darling! I knew you could do it, I'm so proud" Larissa said, wrapping her fingers around yours. You blushed as you held her hands, "Well, at least he'll leave you alone now."

You heard Jake and Brad talking loudly behind you, and didn't hesitate to turn and walk up to them. Larissa couldn't hear your conversation from where she was, but she watched as you pressed a finger to Jakes chest, your jaw clenched in anger. Your gaze bore into Jake's eyes, relentlessly speaking.

"If I ever see you talk to Larissa or glance at her inappropriately again, I swear to god I will haunt you forever." And that was that.

You sighed as you finished the last hole on the course and sat in the golf cart. Larissa could see plain as day that you were tired, worn out perhaps, and she placed a hand on the small of your back.

"What's got you down, darling? Tired?" she asked sincerely. You nodded your head, averting her gaze, until you felt a tear trickle down your cheek. Larissa leaned over and wiped it away gently, you turned as your gaze met hers. She looked down at you with worry, her blues silently asking if you were okay.

"It's the anniversary of my fathers death" you murmured.

Her shoulders dropped, "Oh Prudence I'm sorry darling, I didn't know."

You shook your head and looked down at your hands, "No it's okay. I figured there was nothing better for me to do today than golf."

You took a deep breath and looked back up at her, your lower lip wobbling.

"Being with you makes me feel better" you whispered.

Larissa pouted, her arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. You laid your head on her shoulder, the warmth of her body bringing you a sense of peace.

"You did so well today, showing up those immature boys. I know what we should do" Larissa whispered.

You pulled back and tilted your head in question, "What?"

The woman smiled as she stepped on the gas, "We should buy you a new driver!"

Larissa took you to the shop, and you slowly made your way around. There were a few drivers that caught your eye, but there was one in particular that would match your set perfectly. You walked up and checked the price, letting out a hum in thought.

Well, that was an issue. It was very pricey, even though it was on sale.

Larissa watched you ponder over it, then walked to you with a toothy smile.

"This one is nice Prudence, it matches your set perfectly."

You nodded, setting it back on the rack. "It is, it's just a bit pricey."

You walked around some more, pondering the other drivers before settling against the wall and checking your phone. You watched Larissa as she looked through the irons, and you took the time to stealthily check your bank account.

After a couple minutes, you decided that you could afford it, barely. You sighed, walking over to the driver and picking it up.

Larissa had watched you check your phone out of the corner of her eye, she knew what you were doing. She decided in that moment that she wanted to make you feel better, to give you a little joy on this rather depressing day.

"Are you happy with this one?" she asked, taking it from you to look it over.

"Yeah, I guess I'll get it. I really need a new one."

Larissa nodded, handing it back to you. You took it to the counter and gave it to the man, digging for your card.

"$600" the man said, and you almost threw up.

"One sec, I'm just looking for my card" you replied, digging through your bag in a rush.

Larissa took this opportunity and walked up to the counter, then you heard a beep. You stopped your rummaging and turned to her, wide eyed.

"Do you want your receipt?" the man asked. "Yes, please" Larissa replied.

She then took your driver from the man and held it out to you.

"L-Larissa?" you stuttered, not believing for a second what you had just witnessed. Larissa smiled and grabbed your hand as she drug you outside, basically shoving the driver into your hands so that you would take it.

"Why, what, why did you pay for this? I-I can't take this!" you said loudly, beginning to panic. Larissa placed her hands on your shoulders and bent down to your level.

"Shh darling, it's alright. I wanted to do something for you. I want you to know that you deserve to be treated well Prudence, and I want to see you happy."

You took deep breaths, getting lost in her deep blues as you listened to her soft gentle voice. "That's-it's so much money though. I don't want you to spend that on me" you whispered, lip quivering. Larissa smiled and pulled you to her.

She mumbled into your hair, "You're worth it darling. Don't worry about the money, because I'm not worried about it."

You almost laughed, you couldn't help but think that only a rich person would say something like that. Your breathing settled as you focused on her heartbeat against yours. Tears gathered in your eyes over this rather emotional day, and you buried your head into her chest and held her tighter. "Thank you, Larissa."

☾☾☾

You were practicing your putting skills with a friend after work. Mark was very good at his job, and he had helped you out with many things since you started. He had just gotten into golf, so in turn you offered to teach him a few things.

Larissa made her way to the entrance of the clubhouse, doing a double take when she spotted you. Her heartbeat picked up, you weren't hard to notice, your distinct look and beauty made you easy for her to spot. She tilted her head in question as she watched you converse with a man, helping him out by adjusting his arms and putter.

Larissa obviously knew how to putt, but in that moment she wished that she didn't. She wished that she needed help with something just like that.

She watched as the man took his try at putting, then he leaned in close to you and whispered in your ear. Larissa's eyebrows furrowed as she took in the scene before her, and she felt herself become a bit defensive. She didn't really know why, but she felt a little, bothered? She wanted to march over to you and interrupt, push herself in between the two of you.

Perhaps she was jealous?

"Do you have the things?" Mark whispered to you, hoping nobody would hear. You tried your best not to let out a laugh, he was being so secretive about something so normal. You reached into your jacket pocket and handed him a brown paper bag that contained condoms. Mark was a sweet and quiet man, and he and his girlfriend were not very outgoing souls. He asked you recently if you'd get him some condoms, as he was too nervous to buy them in public. You were glad that he felt comfortable with you, and you understood where he was coming from, you didn't mind helping a friend out.

Larissa headed towards the washroom, her legs taking her there without question. That man didn't seem like a threat, well, why would he be anyway? It was alright if you liked men, it was alright if you were with someone. She wasn't with you, she really didn't even know you that well. Yet, she couldn't help but be bothered by it.

She quickly shifted into the form of a middle aged man in light golf attire and exited the washroom, making her way to the putting green. When she got to the green she pulled out her putter and eyed you as you were practicing your technique.

The man was gone, hopefully, and you were rather focused on your ball. Larissa's eyes raked over your form, from your determined expression, to your outfit, to your shoes, to your club, to... she looked down at the green and caught something gold on the ground. Was that…a condom?

'Alright, a little more to the left, don’t hit it so hard' you thought to yourself.

"Hi there" a tall man greeted, smiling down at you. You tilted your head in surprise as you looked up at him. He spoke with a British accent, had very light hair, wore pristine attire, and looked rather...well you'd say it, prude.

"Hi" you replied, offering a light smile. As you took him in, you noticed his blue eyes and pale skin, and you couldn't help but think that he'd be perfect for Larissa, if she were into men. You quickly clenched your fist at the thought. Thinking of Larissa with someone else, a man especially, made you bothered, outraged.

Perhaps you were jealous?

"Drop something there, darling?" the man asked, gesturing to the ground. You gazed down as you followed his line of sight, and your eyes landed on a gold wrapper. You pursed your lips in embarrassment as you realized that you had dropped a condom.

"Oh, uh, that's not mine" you lied. The man walked closer to you, bending down and picking it up almost right under your feet.

"Not yours?" he asked, holding it in his hand. You stared at it for a second, feeling embarrassed by the situation. It just felt weird, dropping this, of all things, at a golf course and a man, of all people, finding it.

You shook your head, "Nope" you said, popping the p when you did. The man shrugged and shoved it into his pocket, nodding and bidding you a good day.

Larissa knew that was a weird encounter, and that it would leave you confused. She couldn't help it, though, why did you have a condom? It had to be yours, it was under your feet, and you were the only one on the putting green. You looked really, really embarrassed, even guilty when she had asked about it. There was nothing wrong with having condoms, obviously, but she couldn't help but wonder why you had them. You were far too sweet, to pure to be in the hands of a man. She could take care of you better than any man could, in many ways.

There were hints that she had gotten from you that made her think you may fancy her, but she has been fooled before. She hoped that you were not messing around with men, and she really hoped that you were into women, into her.

☾☾☾

Today you were out with Tom, Glen, and Larissa, and you had no bad feelings about a certain slimy dude slithering around. On top of that, you were really excited to use your new driver. Larissa warned the elder men that she may be late, so Tom and Glen decided to start without her.

"Nice driver you got there" Tom said, admiring the driver in your hands.

"You save up fast, huh?" he added with a smirk. You rolled your eyes at him, you knew by the look on his face that he was messing with you, these old men seemed to know everything.

At the second hole, you watched Glen tee off. You always took note of his technique, as his drives were the best you've seen. Well, besides Larissa's, of course. You suddenly felt long fingers lay themselves gently over your eyes from behind, and you let out a yelp in surprise. You got a whiff of rose and frankincense as a smooth accent filled your ears. "Who is it?" Larissa asked, murmuring against your hair.

You couldn't help but smile wide as instant happiness flowed through you.

"Larissa!" you beamed, turning around and gazing lovingly at the tall woman. Your smile got bigger, if that was even possible, when you saw her toothy grin looking down at you with joy.

She adorned a white sleeveless dress, and her light aesthetic, including her creamy skin, made you feel a bit insignificant, insecure. She was the sun, her smile and warm personality lighting up your day with ease. She was the embodiment of life, she was vital to get you through the day, everyday.

And you were, well, perhaps the darkness, perhaps death. Your aesthetic was dark, your thoughts were even darker, and you did not shine in the way that she did.

You thought for a moment that maybe you two needed each other, like the sun and the moon, to balance out. That thought quickly faded though, as you were not the moon. The moon was far too bright, far too intelligent, and absolutely nothing would, or should, change her in anyway, dull her light in the slightest.

Tom chuckled, "Oh, so now Rudy smiles." Larissa's brows furrowed as she turned her attention to Tom, "What? Who?" she asked confused.

"You wouldn't have anything to do with Rudy's new driver there, would you Riss?" Glen asked, changing the topic.

"I don't know what you're talking about" Larissa replied, pulling out her 3 wood. Glen looked to Tom and laughed amusedly, making his way over to you. He leaned in and winked, "Good going girl, got her spending money on ya already."

As the day progressed, you came to realize that your old driver was in fact, holding you back. You were an excellent player, and you knew that, but this driver gave you that extra push you needed to travel yards further.

"I'm surprised Jake isn't up Rissa's ass. I haven't seen him around lately, have you?" Tom asked Glen. "No, I haven't seen him" Glen answered, a smile pulling at his lips. Larissa chuckled and looked at the old men in wonder, "What are you two up to?"

Tom raised a brow, "I was just wondering what happened to him, he seemed to be all over you." You furrowed your brows at the men, the way they were talking was obviously sarcastic, and you couldn't help but think that they were hiding something.

"Last I heard little miss here challenged him for Larissa" Glen said, smirking your way. You blushed. "Last I heard he got fired" Tom added. Your eyes went wide, fired? Had you gotten him fired? No, no, he had've gotten himself fired.

"What?" Larissa asked, her mouth opening in surprise. The old men laughed. She narrowed her eyes at them, "Did you two have anything to do with it?!"

The old men looked at each other, "No, no. Wasn't us" Tom said, putting his hands up in surrender. "We would never" Glen added, winking at the woman.

You stepped on the gas of the golf cart, driving Larissa to her car after 14 holes. She had meetings with the board today, which was her reason for being late, and why she had to leave early. You were thankful that she came out today at all, considering how busy her day seemed to be. Yet, you couldn't help but be disappointed at her leaving.

You drove down the path to the parking lot, going full speed. You didn't speak, as your dark thoughts were, for some reason, taking over. You felt suddenly tired and frustrated, like you didn't have the energy to finish the game, not without her.

A rabbit caught you off guard as it fled the line of trees on the right side of the road and ran in front of your cart. You swerved in an attempt to not hurt the animal, almost falling off of the path as you did. You watched out of the corner of your eye as Larissa squealed and gripped the handle of the cart, as your quick turn almost sent her flying out.

"Shit Riss!" you screamed, reaching out and grabbing her by the arm to pull her back in. You set the cart straight once more, and finally reached the parking lot. When you stopped, your heart beat fast, you realized that you were holding onto Larissa like she was your lifeline.

Larissa looked at you with a shocked expression before she burst into laughter. You watched as she threw her head back as a loud laugh racked through her body, her hand coming to squeeze yours.

Her laughter was contagious, despite your depressing and frightened mood, you laughed with her. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you were feeling a myriad of emotions. You could never live with yourself if you had hurt this gift of a woman.

"Darling, that was almost the end of me" she giggled, eyes closed as she tried to compose herself. Tears fell slowly from your eyes as you thought about it. You knew that she was joking, but the possibility of hurting this precious woman wrapped your insides in thick rope and forced them out of your throat. You felt like you may throw up.

"Prudence, what's wrong?" she asked, leaning closer to you with a new found serious expression. You wiped at your eyes and chuckled, "Nothing Riss, I'm really sorry" you murmured. Larissa caught your lousy attempt to hide your tears, and she pulled you tight against her.

"That was fun darling, let’s do it again."

You looked up at her, your eyes glimmering with tears and apologies. "Really?" you whispered.

"Of course, love. Would you be up for night golf? On Friday?"

You smiled, night golf sounded fun, you haven't done that in a long while. "Yes, please."

You drove back to meet Tom and Glen at hole 15, digging out your hybrid. You were quiet for awhile, and Glen and Tom took note of that.

"She likes you, you know" Glen said, walking your way with Tom following behind. You shook your head in disbelief. "No, she doesn't" you chuckled sadly.

"She does Rudy, she told us" Tom admitted. You gazed up at the older men in surprise, but said nothing.

"Did she invite you to night golf?" Glen asked.

"Yeah, she did" you nodded.

Tom smiled, "She wants to get to know you better. She said something about you making her feel younger, making her feel special. I suppose she likes playing with you for the same reason that we like playing with her, but different."

You sniffled as you thought about it, maybe they were right, maybe they weren't always pests.

"I like her, a lot" you mumbled. The older men smiled at each other before Glen placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Okay, here's what you're going to do."

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On Thursday, you found yourself at the mall. You wanted, no needed, a wardrobe update. You often wore pants to golf, but Larissa had inspired you to branch out. You tried on a few golf dresses and skirts, finding enough confidence to buy a black sleeveless dress and a red skirt. You always thought that Larissa looked delectable in her outfits, and you wanted to keep up with her.

Glen and Tom actually gave you some good advice, planning something that you thought would be rather successful, if you could stick to it.

Some days, you were not confident in yourself. You have always been this way, but you worked through it.

Larissa however, was always perfect. Her non judgemental and caring personality made you feel safe under her gaze, but you couldn't help but think that she was too beautiful for someone such as yourself.

When you got home, you couldn't help but feel giddy as you downed some red wine, excited to see Larissa tomorrow night. You tried on your white polo with your red skirt, and decided that it was as close as you'd get to Larissa.

As close as you'd get to being the light, the goddess, the life that she embodied.

For she was the sun, and you revolved around her.

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As the night began to fall dark, you scanned the outside of the clubhouse. You needed a drink (or two) for courage, as you went over Glen and Tom's plan in your head.

It was simple, make a bet with Larissa, win. Make a bet with Larissa, win. Make a bet with Larissa, wi- "Good evening, love."

You whipped your head around to find Larissa marvelling down at you. She was wearing a sage green golf dress, and she looked absolutely exquisite.

"Hi Riss!" you beamed, your heart beat picking up rapidly.

"Are you ready to play, Pru?" She looked down at your drink and side smirked, "Or do you want to have a drink first?"

You nodded as you scootched over a seat and gestured for her to sit. The waiter brought her a glass of red and she held it out to you as her other hand landed softly on your thigh.

"To the end of the summer" Larissa smiled.

You clicked your glass to hers, "To the end of the summer."

The night was beautiful. Many stars were out, shining in the vastness of space and displaying their infinite beauty. The course felt different in the dark, but you liked different. The artificial lights lit up the night peacefully, and you were excited. Nervous, giddy, scared, and excited. There weren't a lot of people playing tonight, and for that you were grateful.

As you and Larissa started hole three, you put the plan into action. You knew that if you waited any longer, you would wait until the game was over. Yes, you were a master of procrastination.

"Hey Riss?" you asked, fidgeting with your hands as you stared from behind. She was setting up to tee off, but the timidness in your voice made her turn around. She walked closer, not stopping until she was directly in front of you.

"Yes, darling?" You tried so hard to hide your smile, your enamour, your nervousness, your feelings, but as you looked up at her, you were almost positive that the truth was written in your eyes.

"Do you want to make a bet?"

You watched as Larissa's eyebrows raised, but her smile never faltered.

"What kind of bet?"

You instantly blushed, looking down at the grass and composing yourself. You looked back up at her, some confidence finding you as you replayed Glen and Tom's words in your head. 'She likes you, you know.' 'She does Rudy, she told us.'

"We will keep score from now until the last hole. If you beat me, well, you can choose whatever you want, but if I beat you.." You took a breath, "If I beat you, I get to kiss you."

Larissa's eyes widened, as did her smile, before she put on a façade, tilting her head to show that she was pondering accepting or denying.

"I suppose I'm down with that, but I'm not telling you what I want until I win" she winked.

You smirked and nodded as relief washed over you, "Fair."

You put your everything into the game. You truly did your best, praying and even manifesting, which you had never tried before, that you'd get to kiss this absolute goddess.

Larissa however, also played her best, which was slightly better than yours. She found it adorable that you had thought of this bet and had the confidence to carry it out, all because you wanted to kiss her. She was proud of you, she was happy, actually she wanted to scream with joy.

You, a beautiful and kind young woman that she admired, that she adored, that she was infatuated with, wanted to kiss her, an old and fragile woman.

Yet, she had a plan of her own, and it didn't involve you winning.

As the game went on, your instincts told you every now and then that someone was watching you. Larissa felt the same, she knew that you were staring her down as well. She blushed and shook her head discreetly, hoping you wouldn't catch her infatuation. She knew that you couldn't take your eyes off of her, just as she couldn't take hers off of you.

When you got to hole 6, you took a washroom break. Larissa was nowhere to be seen when you returned. You looked around as you pulled your driver, and found that you were all alone.

"Riss?" The dark frightened you. You always felt like something, or someone, was going to come out of the woods for you. You placed your tee in the ground while searching nervously for Larissa, perhaps she also went to the washroom. You realized that her clubs were set close to yours, so she couldn't be far.

You shrugged as you lined up your driver, ready to send this bad boy flying and win the bet. Just as you took a practice swing, you heard rustling in the woods. You froze, staring wide eyed into the darkness. Where was this woman? Being alone was starting to creep you out. You shook away your freight, and slowly walked closer to the line of trees.

You stared into nothingness for a moment, finding nothing and hearing the same. You hummed questioningly and turned away, planning on ignoring whatever you had heard, but as you turned and took a step, you felt arms wrap around you and pull you into the bushes.

You screamed as you fell onto your ass, grunting when you landed. You then heard laughter, menacing laughter. No, it wasn't menacing, it was charming.

"Darling, are you quite alright?" she asked through giggles. You turned quickly, meeting Larissa's entertained gaze. "Larissa!" you squealed, swatting at her as you threw yourself into the woman. You pushed her playfully onto her back, hovering over her as she chuckled.

You giggled at her antics, "What the fuck!"

Larissa cupped your face in her hands as she looked up at you. She winked, "I got you."

You were pulled away from your putting when Larissa cooed "You look absolutely ravishing in that outfit, darling." Your jaw dropped as you stared down at the green, a harsh blush appearing on your face. You chuckled nervously, "Uh, thank you Riss. I thought I would expand my wardrobe."

Larissa crept closer to you, close enough to brush her fingers across your waist.

"Very good choice" she whispered. You quickly turned around to face the tall woman, she was closer than you had expected.

You narrowed your eyes at her, "Are you trying to throw me off?"

Larissa smirked and leaned in closer, "I don't have to throw you off in order to win, love."

You swallowed hard, your breathing becoming ragged. This woman knew how to flirt, and damn did she get you going.

At hole 9, you were almost shaking with anticipation. Oh god, why did you think this was a good idea?! You wanted to win, but you also didn't. Alas, you had no choice in the matter as Larissa was a few strokes ahead of you, and you knew that there was slim chance you could win now.

You focused on the game, not saying a word as you acted unbothered by Larissa's soon to be victory. You watched in disappointment as she sunk the ball, and you followed. At this later hour, the night was black, only artificial light allowing you vision.

Defeated, you sighed as you placed your clubs into your bag and sat in the passenger seat of the cart. Larissa didn't allow you to sit for long, however, as she pulled you gently up and placed her hands on your waist.

"This was so fun Prudence, it's always delightful playing with you."

Larissa spoke quietly, and with a sincere expression that made you weak in the knees. You had hugged this woman a few times before, but the feeling of her warm hands on your waist and her face so close to yours made you quiver. She was a vision, half of her lit up in an orange yellow glow, and the rest, darkness.

You smiled, placing your hands on her arms, "It's always a pleasure, Larissa."

You were never the best at picking up on vibes. Yet, the way that Larissa was holding you and gazing down at you, along with the elder men's confirmation, gave you enough confidence to take a chance. You wanted to take it back as soon as you whispered it, but it felt like a reflex, it felt right.

"I like you a lot, Larissa." Larissa's eyes widened as she gazed down at you. She wasn't surprised at what you had admitted, but she was surprised that you actually admitted it.

Actually scratch that, she was surprised. She had hoped and prayed that you had feelings for her, but she never let herself believe that you could, until she heard the words come out of your mouth.

You held your breath as she smiled wide, scrunching her nose up as her eyes crinkled. You swear you'd never get tired of seeing her smile like that.

Larissa quickly pulled you closer to her, your face ending up in the crook of her neck. You breathed in deeply, your heart settling at the smell of her skin.

"I like you a lot too, Prudence."

Your face lit up with joy immediately. You were elated, surprised that she would admit it. Or perhaps you didn't believe that she could like you back, not until you heard it from her velvet voice.

Happy tears slowly gathered in your eyes as you spoke. "I-I really like you Riss. You're absolutely gorgeous, you're funny, you're a joy to be around, your smile lights up my day." You pulled back slightly, cupping her cheek. "I just want to squeeze your cute face every time I see you" you chuckled.

You then frowned as tears threatened to spill. "I can't help but think that you're too good for me, though, too good for anyone. I mean, I don't have a great job, I don't know what I want, some days I can't get out of bed, I'm anxious, I'm insecure, I'm-" Larissa cut you off before you could say anything further with a soft kiss. You shivered as your nose brushed against hers, and then you felt her warm lips on your own. You hummed as you revelled in the feeling, hands wrapping around her neck to pull her closer.

Larissa pulled away slowly, her lips now just unreachable.

"Don't put yourself down, darling. I'm not too good for you. I won the bet, and that's what I wanted. This is what I want" she whispered.

You blushed profusely, hiding your face in the woman's neck as you smiled.

"Thank you Rissa" you murmured, kissing her neck lightly.

Larissa took in a shuddering breath at the contact, she didn't want to let you go.

"Would you like to come back to my place, darling?"

As you two walked off of the course hand in hand, you couldn't help but admire her. You felt so nervous that you could pass out, but her presence brought you all the peace. As you marvelled up at the woman in the dark, you realized something.

She was the sun, you were the moon, and you couldn't help but think that the she belonged with the darkness.

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It's been a whirlwind day for fans of this show, and it's clearly been a better day for some more than others. I do want to acknowledge that I see and hear and understand the disappointment fans are experiencing.

I would like to speak to my own feelings, which are ones of excitement and cautious optimism because the parts of the show I enjoy the most are still intact for Season 5. I am really excited to see where this show goes. I'll put the rest below the fold so as to be respectful to the variety of emotions.

I enjoyed the episodes that didn't feature the Duke for a variety of reasons. He often talked down to Eliza, or tried to knock bring her down in a variety of ways, and so he seemed to be fundamentally incompatible for her. By the end of season 3, I started to wonder how they could course correct to make William/Eliza believable and work for me. I just couldn't see it because I didn't like how the core issue with Eliza's ambition. That's not something I could get behind.

My favorite parts of the show were always Eliza working with partners who respected her- partners like Nash and Moses. I really missed Moses in Season 4, and one thing I hope we see more of is the diversity of Victorian London that we got to see in earlier seasons.

Look, I am obviously a hardcore #ScarNash shipper. I have loved the character of Patrick Nash since his introduction in season 2. The romantic possibility was there in season 2, and then by episode 3 of season 3 (Hotel St Marc), the chemistry was rather distracting! I liked how he respected her talents and enjoyed having her take the lead.

By the end of Season 4, it was clear to me that Patrick Nash and Eliza Scarlet made the most sense. They were equals, and he recognized her talent from the beginning. Eliza's character seemed to have more growth through her interactions with Nash while her relationship with William had grown stale. The flashback episode really solidified that for me- they hadn't changed in personality in a decade, why would they ever? I forgot to mention the constant mirroring of WIlliam/Eliza romance with Patrick/Eliza's relationship. Talking about wanting to receive a present in a bow with a box to William and then having Nash give her exactly that in an area she wanted- a boost to her career. The way Nash always wanted her to work for him when William only reluctantly hired her. The way Nash acted in the entire Jewel of the North episode, including being there for Eliza when her office was trashed. And that's not even Season 4 where Eliza flat out says he's the only person who's ever had any faith in her!

I know what the writers have said about platonic relationships. And a Season 5 renewal with no Duke doesn't mean we automatically get ScarNash. But a girl can dream. They writers are SO lucky to have these actors with this amount of chemistry and a relationship that has developed over THREE seasons. There's been a satisfying arc with Patrick and Eliza. Rivals to friends to lovers would be satisfying. We've watched them grow individually and together. It would make sense.

My wishlist for season 5 certainly includes: a female friend for Eliza that isn't Ivy, for Moses to come back (I know this is not happening lol) and for ScarNash to be canon. I think it would be incredible, and I hope others can come around.

As a side note, it's been absolutely delightful to share this news with ScarNash fans and to find NEW people who have quietly shipped ScarNash. I sometimes felt like there were only a few of us, but truly there's so many people that love the idea of them. So while I think it's not at all guaranteed that it'll be canon, I certainly continue to hope this has opened the door to it. We'll wait and see! I'm looking forward to the new season with more excitement than I've had for any piece of media in awhile.

#miss scarlet pbs #miss scarlet and the duke #scarnash #patrick nash #eliza scarlet #that's progress real progress

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I know you'll be busy answering ship asks for awhile but like. I think So Much about how Nat would not have let Jackie die. Jackie's death only works for me because Nat has this perfect reason for not being there - out searching for Javi with Travis all night. Like they must've made a fire, and also had each other for warmth, but Jackie was just. Alone. And if Nat had seen her she would have DRAGGED her ass back inside suicidal tendencies be fucking damned !!!! Jackie: I'm gonna kill myself. Nat: NOT ON MY WATCH! But she wasn't there. She couldn't stop it. I'm so sad lmao. Also let me acknowledge Shauna's part in all this lol. This is gonna sound wild(?) Mayhaps but I almost feel like the wilderness kept her asleep? Does that make sense? Because here's the thing Shauna is 100% mean petty stupid stubborn etc enough to just. Not bring Jackie inside lmao and obviously none of them knew that it would snow, or that she wouldn't put effort into starting a fire. Jackie is also obviously all of those things as well and would not have come inside without Shauna going to get her. And I'm not trying to give too much weight to the vague supernatural element, it's tragic no matter what, but in my mind that Death Dream that Jackie and Shauna share was almost hypnotizing both of them in a way. And it could have gone differently. Like I read it as: their connection is that strong, Shauna sensed that Jackie was dying, and she COULD have woken up in time, she could have !!! But the wilderness wanted Jackie so it kept them both asleep and in that dream. This isn't something I've shared on here or told anyone lol it's just for me < 3 no one has to agree with it. I think the reason I buy into it is that yes Jackie and Shauna are dumb enough to create that ridiculous of a situation but for Shauna to sleep through the night.... Without waking once... Without some sort of influence THAT I find hard to buy. She would have been too anxious to fall asleep even. But, they were Out There, and they were both lulled into sleep, Jackie so she could die, and Shauna so she couldn't save her. And Nat had to be gone too, so the wilderness hid Javi away ((not literally, hopefully you get what I'm saying)) idk the 3 of them just make me so insane and so sad. It's always felt to me like Jackie died by the skin of her teeth, her girls would have, could have, should have saved her, but. The wilderness kept them at bay.

I did in fact proof-read this after the fact pls post this version (if you decide to post it at all) xnjxjxxjdj

ANON!!!!!!!!!!!! HELLO?????? YOU HAVE BLOWN MY MIND IN THE BEST WAY???? THANK YOU????

everyone clap for anon for putting this in my inbox cause holy HOLY! you. are. so. onto. something. and i cannot believe i never noticed this or connected these dots, because i am ALL ABOUT the wilderness/it using the dream realm to fuck with them. this is the natural conclusion to come to from that perspective!! like!! yes!! i always found it bizarre that shauna could fall asleep after the emotional fight of a lifetime/her secrets being exposed like that, and that is especially true when we see her up late in the attic over smaller things in s1 or over other big moments in s2. this in genius. i'm adopting this into my worldview i am obsessed this is everything. love love love it and thank you for dropping this wisdom in my asks!

#jackie taylor #shauna shipman #jackie x shauna #shauna x jackie #natalie scatorccio #asks answered #yellowjackets

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hihi!! i hope both of ur guys day is going good! This is my first time requesting so im a little nervous i read ur rules over like ten times (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) can u pls do Kou, Nene, and Hanako reading their s/o a bedtime story >w< ty in advance :3

A/N: Omg hihi its been awhile since we last posted but we're here and alive still~!! Oh and also If it makes you feel any better, this is actually our first ask 😭??? So we're really excited and decided to have both of us write for it, aren't you a lucky anon?! Anyways I hope you like it! ⎯ Mod ☠️ Omg...a request...Hello! ^^ We added Mitsuba to the list, I felt like a silly fella while writing for him. His brain makes me insane. ANYWAY, I actually didn't write angst. I can't remember the last time I did that. Enjoy~ ⎯ Mod👻 (if tumblr eats this again, I will cry)

Content: Fluff, slight angst if you squint in Hanako and Mitsuba's part, no gender mention for reader aside from the word 'prince' and 'princess' being used. Summary: Reading their s/o a bedtime story

Characters: Nene, Hanako, Mitsuba, Kou

A story about a girl who gets saved by her prince, not in an ideal way like she wanted it to be, but nonetheless, still fell for them anyways. ⎯ Once upon a time I had my eyes set out for a fairytale of my own, wanting to feel like a hopeless romantic with the person of my dreams. But to think that the person I've been dreaming of was actually beside me this whole time... Perhaps instead of me, it was them that was hopeless in the end.

It was during when you stayed over at her house and weren't able to sleep, that she suggested she'd tell you some of the latest stories she's been reading about. Some that you've already heard of (either from her already mentioning it before or seeing it in the media) while others not so much.

When NENE talks about her stories she's very enthusiastic about it. Happy to even have someone listening to her rant on and on about something she's been dying to talk about for awhile, but it's even more special when it's her S/O ⎯ especially if they were the ones to ask her first before she even got the chance to herself.

Her stories lean more towards romance for obvious reasons. Loving the tropes to the story is one thing, but another would be because of how she likes to imagine herself in those sort of scenarios. Embarrassed to even admit it out loud, though it's already clear why she likes them so much.

And although at first she was telling the stories to you to get you to fall asleep, it sometimes ends with you staying up a little later due to her getting a tad bit carried away.

Oh but if you do end up falling asleep right before her? You won't ever see or hear about it, unless you were pretending to be asleep, but Nene is definitely the type to give you a shy goodnights kiss. Feeling brave only because you were asleep, but if not, she'd totally cover her face as she fumes at how embarrassing it is to get caught in her sly act.

A story about a commoner boy who had a princess that loved him dearly, despite his backstory and everything he deemed as 'unworthy' of their love, nothing ⎯ not even his words, could sway their view of him. ⎯ Time and time again you run and hide from me. Behind that wall of doubt and insecurities there's something that you clearly don't see in yourself that I adore so much. When will you finally come to terms and see things my way? Love yourself as much as I love you.

It's weird how you decided to nap in the bathroom. Especially his bathroom where he's poking you constantly until you tell him off.

When HANAKO is reading you a story, he has you sleeping and leaning against his shoulder. His hand occasionally shifting your head back in place when he notices you nodding off or about to fall, or maybe even just doing it to use it as an excuse to pat your head ⎯ who knows? Clearly not you.

But the types of stories Hanako tends to read to you depends entirely on his mood. Whenever he's feeling like a jokester, he'd tell you horror stories just to see your scared reaction as you cling onto him ⎯ or when he's feeling a little solemn, he'd tell the sort of fairytale that ends with bad endings to them.

Differing between those two genres the most. But on the more rarer occasions, does he switch it up to something else.

Something odd, something you wouldn't even expect from him. Something ... that perhaps convey how he really feels but is too afraid to admit it out loud? It honestly depends up to you to actually catch onto it. If not? Then you probably won't ever hear that story again from him.

A story where a ghost finds a human and wishes to stand by their side ⎯ A story where death will not part them, for they belong together. ⎯ I keep thinking that I could be good enough for you - that you could love me as more than 'friends', maybe I am a bit selfish for thinking this. Not that I could ever say it to your face.

Someone decided to be nice today and bless you with a sleepover!! At your own house of course.

MITSUBA didn't plan on reading to you but you told him a few stories of your own. He wasn't sure why he did it. Perhaps it was the smile on your face every time you started reading to him, so he returned the favor.

He wasn't sure what to read until he came up with his own idea. A short story about a ghost, since he knew that firsthand. A story with a ghost about falling in love with a human, a story he...

As he told the story, he could see your smile slowly disappear, almost as if you realized he was the ghost in the story.

"The ghost never told them how he felt."

And that was the last thing he said before being engulfed in your arms. He knew this feeling - he's felt it before. That warm feeling.

The feeling of love.

The feeling of an old memory.

A story where the knight doesn't get the girl ⎯ oh...I guess this is a different ending. A story where the knight gets the prince, and they live a happy life. ⎯ I didn't change the ending! This is how it was meant to be! I...I suppose if you prefer for the knight to not fall for the prince then...Huh? You liked it?!

KOU brought a book of short stories over to your house. He was super excited to be able to stay the night.

Unfortunately for him, you had the same book and it just so happened to be your favorite!

Kou told the story as it was written for a bit.

Until he got to the end.

The story was meant to end with the prince marrying a princess but Kou couldn't bring himself to say it. Perhaps it was because he was never the prince. He was always second.

But it seemed that you didn't mind. It does get a bit boring reading the same story over and over again, and you did like listening to Kou talk.

"I'm...really happy you liked it." He says, almost struggling to get the words out as you blush and smile.

Maybe this really was his story, and that's why he rewrote the ending. Well, you can't say it's impossible for that ending to happen.

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luvhughes43 · 1 year

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devil i know | trevor zegras x reader

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note: this is part 2 to nostalgia

summary: trevor finds out yn is engaged, and things escalate

lyrics: "i'm okay with history repeating, tell me i'm the one you can't forget"

"back in hell, at least i'm comfortable. need your body when my fire's cold. hand to heart, i'm gonna stay faithful to the devil i know, the devil i know"

word count: 2.4k

you haven't seen, talked, or checked any of Trevors socials in a while. you moved on. you were engaged to a nice man, and you dutifully accepted his promises of forever.

your fiance wasn’t like Trevor at all. he was home all the time, he didn’t prioritize anything above you, and you knew he wouldn’t just leave you as soon as he got his dream offered to him. but he also wasn’t the good parts of Trevor either. he didn’t try hard to make you laugh, he didn’t shout out his i love yous for all your friends to hear, and worst of all, he didn’t make you feel those butterflies that everyone tells you to watch out for. you knew you were supposed to go for the guy that makes you feel calm, like your fiance. but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want those butterflies that only Trevor could make you feel back.

y/nuser posted one month ago !

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y/nuser 05/04/23 🤍

Trevor wasn’t going to lie, he did keep some tabs on you. although he didn’t follow you on instagram anymore, his friends did and when there was a major life update they’d update him. It all started with them updating him on your wellbeing, knowing that Trevor was upset with how he broke things off.

but you knew better. you shouldn’t have messaged him back, especially with your fiance laying asleep right next to you.

Instagram dms

trevorzegras Hey yn… I know it's been awhile but I just wanted to check up on you

y/nuser why? It's been years…

trevorzegras I've just been thinking a lot about us lately

trevorzegras I’m really sorry about how I handled things. I should've tried harder for us

y/nuser you didn't try at all. you literally broke up with me and kicked me out. we didn't even have a proper talk about it.

trevorzegras I know and that’s all on me. I’m sorry

…

trevorzegras Can I see you?

you shouldn’t have opened the first message, but you definitely shouldn’t have responded. And now here you were, debating on whether or not you should go see Trevor. A man you haven't seen in years… your dms with Trevor still lit up your screen, providing you with the light to see the man sleeping peacefully next to you.

…

y/nuser when would you be able to meet up?

trevorzegras Are you still living in michigan?

y/nuser yes. i live about 40 minutes from the lake house

trevorzegras I can be in mich by the beginning of May

y/nuser I’ll see you then

i'm okay with history repeating, tell me i'm the one you can't forget

“what are we having for dinner?” your fiance asked as he thumped down the staircase. you were fixing your makeup in the living room mirror, getting ready to go meet up with someone you shouldn't.

“i'm going out, remember?” you asked, turning around so you could fully face your fiance.

“uh, right. with the girls?” he questioned.

“yeah. we’re going to go hit the bars so i might be home late. You don't have to wait up,” you turned back to the mirror, capping your tube of lipstick and moving on to scrutinise your hair. Trevor always told you he liked it up, so you grabbed an elastic and tried to figure out a style you could quickly do.

“right. well maybe I'll just order take out or something?” his statement took on a questioning tone and you lightly sighed.

“yeah that sounds like fun. maybe you can finish that show we’re watching, what's it called again?” you said flippantly, hoping to find something that could distract him from asking too many questions. although you knew there was nothing for him to question you about (it wasn’t unusual for you to go out with your friends) it felt different this time knowing who you were going to meet up with.

“The White Lotus?” he supplied, but then quickly added “it’s not the same without you. it’d be traitorous to watch without you”. you cringed at the word traitorous but quickly covered it up as you knew he could see your reflection from the mirror.

“maybe you could start a new show?” you stated in a lighter tone “you can tell me all about it when I get back,” you turned around smiling at your fiance. he smiled back and moved over to the couch to find something on the tv. he seemed pleased for the moment and so you decided to make your escape.

“I’ll see you later,” you waved to him from the front door as you gathered the rest of your belongings needed for the trip.

“no kiss goodbye?” he pouted, causing you to smile.

“goodbye” you teased, dragging the last syllable out for emphasis. “bye!” he shouted as you shut the door behind you.

the drive was short, and soon enough you were standing outside of Trevors rental house, unsure of whether or not you should go through with meeting him. you were convinced earlier that you should, but with the deception of your fiance… you felt guilty for what you were about to do.

Trevor opened the door, giving you no more time to question and let yourself be consumed by the fresh waves of guilt washing over you.

the first thing you noticed when you saw Trevor was his smile. you don’t know what you expected, but he looked the same. he was more grown up of course, but seeing him ignited everything you ever felt for him inside of you. you felt the pain, the heartbreak, and of course the longing and loving that came with being so close to him for so many years.

“do you want to come in?” Trevor asked in a low tone, momentarily startling you. you nodded in response, and he moved aside to let you in. closing the door shut behind you.

you spent most of the time just talking on his couch. you had gotten the tense apology out of the way, and you couldn’t believe how quickly you were forgiving him.

“I just think it’s interesting how now-” Trevor leaned over mid sentence, cutting you off with his lips on your own. you didn't pull back, but you didn’t react either, letting Trevor decide how things would go. he pulled away slightly, a soft apology leaving his lips but you couldn’t hear anything.

lust and longing clouded your vision as you pulled him back to you, arm slung around his shoulders as the other lightly caressed his jaw. as soon as you kissed him you started remembering just how Trevor felt before, how often you two would be in situations just like this… how much you had missed him when he left.

you woke up in the morning in the airbnb bed.

“good morning” Trevor said lightly as he brushed one of his hands along your hair that was now out of its updo.

“good morning,” you whispered back as you sat up in bed taking in your surroundings. yours and Trevors clothes were strewn around the room. your body felt on fire once you came to recollect last night's events.

fiance💍🤍: You haven't texted me an update

fiance💍🤍: Are you staying the night with one of the girls?

fiance💍🤍: Message me when you wake up. I love you

you shut your phone back off and groaned.

“Is that your…” Trevor started but trailed off, becoming aware of what you both have just done the night before.

“my fiance? yeah…” the two of you said nothing, looking away from each other and the mess that littered the bedroom floor.

you quickly got up and ready.

“please don’t go,” Trevor pleaded as you stood in the entry with one hand on the doorknob. you quickly dropped your hand.

“i can’t stay Trev i have a fiance at home and-”

“leave him. just stay with me, please” he pleaded, reaching out a hand to grip yours. you didn’t push him away.

there was a brief silence, “tell me i’m the one you can’t forget” you cut through it.

“what?” Trevor asked in shock, glancing up to look at your face.

“tell i’m the one person you can’t forget” you basically pleaded, no sense of pride left in your body.

“i can't forget you yn. i haven’t and i won't” he said, moving to stand less than a foot away from you. he leaned down so his forehead was resting against yours and you both sighed out.

“i’ll see you soon, okay?” you whispered, looking up into his eyes. Trevor nodded slightly, pulling his head away from yours and leaving a small kiss on your forehead. he watched you walk away.

"back in hell, at least i'm comfortable. need your body when my fire's cold”

after the first time, you snuck out to meet Trevor multiple times throughout his stay in michigan. things gt tricky with him leaving the airbnb about a week into your rendezvous and moving into the hughes lake house for the summer, but you made it work.

you felt sick admitting it, but you were comfortable with the routine you and Trevor had created. The guilt from sneaking off into the night soon turned into pleasure, and your love for your fiance turned into something meaningless. the vow you were supposed to take in a few short months meaning absolutely nothing to you.

It was one stupid comment made about dress shopping from one of your friends. your fiance had overheard and agreed. he was actually nervous for you. the fact that you might not have your perfect dress weighed heavily on his mind as he kept pestering you to make various appointments at different bridal shops.

you had tried on about twenty dresses, none of them looking or feeling right. you felt absolutely miserable. the weight of the fabric weighing heavily on your body as the secret you’ve been keeping from you soon-to-be husband weighed on your mind.

“yn come on, this one looks beautiful on you!” your best friend expressed as your entourage soon became tired of waiting and watching you try on different dresses just for you to reject them.

you smiled lightly in the mirror, letting your hands trail down the dresses bodice and onto the skirt. it would have been perfect if this was what you wanted at all.

“why are you marrying him?” Trevor asked one night. you had your head on his shirtless chest, arm wrapped around him in a makeshift hug.

you tensed at his question. you weren’t even sure why you were going to get married. it had seemed like the natural progression in your relationship earlier, but now with Trevor back… you knew it wasn’t right.

“i don't know. I feel like i have to” you admit.

“you shouldn’t feel like you have to get married,” he replied, hand resting against your bare back.

“what other choice do i have?” you replied, sighing as Trevors hand trailed up and down your back softly.

“you have so many options,” he whispered. “you could come back to cali with me or-” you sat up looking down at him. there was a slight blush tinged across his cheeks, and the small smile on his face made you a little nervous.

“Trevor…” you trailed off.

“no, please hear me out. you can move in with me, and we’ll figure it all out” he exclaimed, a slight frown taking over his face at your hesitant reaction.

“i’m comfortable doing this with you,” you gestured between the two of you and the room that you were in, “but leaving… Trevor i don't know how to tell you this but-”

“but what? this isn’t what you want?” he gestured to himself, obviously meaning that you didn't want a relationship with him.

“It's complicated” is all you said, but that wasn’t enough for Trevor.

“this,” he gestured between the two of you and the room just like you had done earlier, “is an affair. yn you’re cheating on your fiance” he stated. “you want to hook up with me? have an affair? fine. i agreed to that. but you can't just say it means nothing to you when you're going so far out of your way to meet up with me. To lie to your fiance that you’re perfectly fine with marrying him despite everything going on with us right now” he said more aggressively as he pushed you aside so he could sit on the edge of the bed, facing away from you.

you stayed silent, taking all of his words in.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered out as Trevor huffed and got dressed. leaving you behind in the hotel as he left.

“hand to heart, i'm gonna stay faithful to the devil i know, the devil i know"

it was your wedding day. you were in the dress you had picked out, you had walked down the aisle with your dad holding onto your arm. your fiance had cried, you could see your friends and family smile as the officiant kept talking about promises and forever.

your vows were over and done with next. You watched in silent horror as your finance professed his love to you in front of everyone you knew. he was holding your hands and you were terrified to break away. scared to continue on with the rest of the ceremony and terrified that you’d have to live the rest of your life out with a man you knew you didn’t love.

“if anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace,” the officiant continued and you turned, almost comically, to see if there was anyone out there who was going to stop this.

your eyes were big and wide, you were clearly nervous and scared. your hands that were still holding on to your fiances seemed to be slick with sweat. the wedding party looked around a little nervously at your appearance.

“don’t get married,” a man's voice sounded throughout the tense venue and you visibly relaxed as soon as you saw Trevors mop of hair rise from the crowd. “please yn” Trevor pleaded painfully.

you didn’t even look back at the man holding your hands before you dropped them. shocked gasps and chatter sounding throughout the hall as you took off running towards Trevor.

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leohamatoblog · 1 month

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What Taylor Swift Song Describes Your Relationship:

Leo:Sweet Nothing

"Cause they said the end is coming, everyone's up to something, I find myself running home to your sweet nothings."

Everything was just chaotic in his life. For whatever reason, he was butting heads with his brothers left and right, and now they screwed up yet another mission. He felt like nothing in his life could be calm, at least that's what he thought.

Leo found himself subconsciously making his way to your fire escape. As he stood at your window, he contemplated going in. He didn't want to burden you or down you with his mood, but he found himself just wanting to be with you.

He quietly opened your window and climbed in. Soft music was playing from your radio as you sat on your sofa reading a book. You heard him come in but you were too engrossed in your book to look up. He walked over to you and sat down, closing his eyes.

This is what he needed. No talking, no interaction, just the sound of nothing with you.

Raph: You Are In Love

"Strange look on his face, pauses, then says, you're my best friend and you knew what it was. He is in love."

Nothing could have ever prepared him for you to come in to his life. He thought at first he was just being silly or that it was just the fact you were a new addition to the group. You made his heart race, his chest tighten whenever you smiled. It was a scary feeling.

For the first time in his life, Raph felt connected to someone on a different level than April or his brothers, even Casey and Vern. He felt strongly about you in a way he never knew he could. When you reciprocated, he nearly cried.

Here you were, 6 months in to the relationship. You were laying on his plastron sound asleep. Raph was wide awake just listening to the sound of your breathing, then it hit him. You were all he ever wanted and more. He can't live without you.

You were his muse, his peace, his companion. He realized right then and there, he was in love.

Donnie:Paper Rings

"You're the one I want in paper rings, in picture frames, and all my dreams, you're the one I want."

Being cooped up in a sewer your entire life and then having a taste of freedom was exhilarating. It was unlike anything he'd ever imagined. He just never knew that one day out of the clear blue, here you'd come and turn his world upside down.

It was just something that happened between you two when Donnie just popped the question and asked you to be his. It felt right, it felt natural, and it felt good. Never in his life had he been so sure about something before. You clouded his mind day and night. He couldn't stop thinking of you.

A little while in to the relationship, he realized that his future always had you in it. You were always right there by his side, smiling and leaning on him. You were in every part of what he pictured his life to be like once the world settled down. It wouldn't be normal, but he didn't care. He had you, that's what mattered.

He never pictured himself as a husband, but now he did. He'd marry you with a paper ring if he had to.

Mikey: Jump Then Fall

"I've never been so wrapped up, honey. I like the way you're everything I ever wanted."

He loved everybody. He had a thing for April initially and enjoyed teasing her occasionally. It subsided after awhile, but then one day she brought a friend by and he felt his whole world stop. You were the most beautiful person he'd ever seen.

Mikey was infacuated with you from the start. You two instantly hit it off, like you'd known each other for years. You saw him for him and he saw you for you. He'd never met someone so kind and so wonderful before. It was like a warmth hit him like a ton of bricks. He fell fast and very hard.

He didn't want to scare you off, so he kept his advances somewhat playful. You eventually figured out he was serious and then it developed into more. Everything he had ever dreamed of, it finally did a full circle into this moment.

He held you on a pedestal, like you were an angel. You were all he's ever wanted.

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minkkumaz · 9 months

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SLEEPING UNDER THE SUN

it was the groups day off, meaning there was free range to do anything you guys pleased. when a beach day was recommended, it was happily agreed upon, therefore everyone prepared! when you and yungyu play too hard, you both sit down to relax; unknowing that sleep was creeping on the two of you.

PAIRING lee yungyu x fem!reader WC 2.1k TAGS best friends to lover trope. fluff. minor swearing. beach hangout. reader and gyu tease eachother like a lot. vague description of body. OMI NOTE this imagine has been something i've been dying to write because not only am i madly in love with yungyu, this is literally the scenario i've been dreaming about adhjb he is so precious. this isn't really a blurb but it's definitely not a super long thought out idea so it's not proofread. enjoy the sillies.

the melodic sound of waves washing upon the shore filled your ears. sand beneath your feet was hot, making you speed up slightly as you followed behind the group. everything took you by surprise, the calming atmosphere you weren’t used to, that was about to be completely ruined by the pandemonium of your friends.

at this point, you were unable to get a single word in before minho was running after seungheon and kyungmin was accidentally dropping items one by one while walking to the spot jaeyun chose. haemin followed closely behind, making sure to pick up everything the clumsy boy let fall. you could practically hear him rolling his eyes while kyung walked unknowingly.

all of their excitement was prominent, as it was their weekend off in awhile. it made your lips perk up into a smile, seeing them get to be kids again. however you weren’t one to talk, having been extremely busy as well.

the closer you got, the more you felt the salty breeze blowing through your hair. it covered up the summer heat seamlessly. setting your beach bag and cooler down on the towel that was set up, letting out a long sigh of relief after holding the heavy items.

“y/n ah are you excited?!” yungyu jumped up and down happily.

“i think i might die because i am very excited. i’ve been wanting to come to the beach forever!” you grin, giving off the same energy.

“okay because we better swim out as far as possible into the ocean before yoonsung ropes us into a sand castle competition.” he puts his hand over his eyes to block out sunlight, looking for his hyung that seemed to of disappeared.

“hey, what’s wrong with building sand castles? they’re fun!”

“um because he takes it way too seriously! if there aren’t moats and sand - people in his castle he starts whining like a baby.”

“good point. let’s go!” you grab his hand quickly and start booking it down the shore, oblivious to the bright shade of maroon that tinted yungyu’s cheeks. it was way too early to get sunburnt, so he couldn’t hide his blush.

“come back soon, we’re gonna prep the net for beach volleyball!” kyungmin says, making the both of you nod in return.

small puffs of sand kicked behind you while you ran, soon replaced by splashes of water. the ocean water was warm, rising from your knees to your chest the farther you went in.

once you were at a comfortable level where the currents were calm and the sun shone brightly above, you let yourself relax. small strands of seaweed swam under the water, tickling your legs

“this is the greatest ever.” you float around calmly.

“somehow i can hear the random passerbys shrieking about myungho’s abs from here.”

“jealous cause his abs are better than yours?” you wiggle your eyebrows.

“what’s that supposed to mean?!” he furrows his eyebrows.

“hehe i’m just kidding gyu, i like your abs.” you pause for a second, “wait– not in that way! i’m just saying they’re perfectly acceptable!”

“whhh–”

“um, anyways! do you think seungheon is going to come out with us anytime soon?” you question, looking back at the black haired boy.

“he’s probably being hassled by minho to put on sunscreen so i doubt he saw us come out.” yungyu shook his head still flustered, swimming to get closer next to you.

“speaking of sunscreen, you might need some. you look really red, gyu!” you frown.

“psh– what are you talking about i am totally not red, you’re seeing things.” he splashed some water in your direction to distract you.

“what was that for?!” you splash back, “keep this water on your side of the ocean.”

“bro there is water everywhere.”

“you know what i mean you idiot.”

“oh really? so if i got some of my water on you what would happen hmm?” he teased, scooping some water in his hand to throw at your face. while you failed to shield yourself, some of it got in your mouth.

“yungyu!” you cough, going after him as he started swimming to shore. “i’m a faster swimmer than you are!” he yelled behind him.

you tailed behind yungyu, letting the waves carry you faster towards him and the shore, immediately chasing him as soon as you were free from the ocean.

“yungyu you loser, get your ass back over here!” you shout.

“get away!”

catching up quickly, you tackle him down into the sand. you sat on top of him, playfully rubbing sand in his hair while he screams for help.

too caught up in the moment, you didn’t account how your position atop yungyu was oddly romantic; halfway through, you were teasing him out of embarassment rather than actual anger. you heard a voice call out to you, interrupting your innocent giggles.

“y/n! yungyu! you both have to stop making a scene oh my god..” jaeyun waves both of you back.

looking back at the boy beneath you, he’s wearing a sheepish smile. he was panting exhaustedly, letting his arms flop to his sides in defeat. the both of you shared a similar shy expression, now aware of the position you were in.

“ah– i’m sorry gyu i didn’t mean to get carried away..” you swing your leg back over his body and pull him up from the floor.

“no no no it’s okay! we were just teasing eachother it’s fine. giving in so easily?” he jokes, dipping his hand in a wave that washed up and running it through his hair in an attempt to get some sand out.

“never. you look silly with all those speckles in your hair, i’d say it was deserved.”

“whatever you say. let’s go see what hyung is up to.” he beams, switching in demeanor.

both of you get up from your spot on the sand and walk up to where everyone was hanging out. there were folding chairs set up alongside two umbrellas that were big enough to keep everyone in the shade.

everyone chat amongst themselves while minho chopped up fruit to share with the group. you sat next to yungyu on a towel and shared watermelon from a little tupperware.

“looks like you guys were having fun.” haemin commented in between bites.

“something of the sorts.” you respond, reaching over to grab another piece of the refreshing snack.

“hey! haemin she’s just mad that she swallowed a little bit of water.” yungyu tells him.

“sixty - six percent of the water in my body is now half salt water, thanks.” you roll your eyes.

“you two argue like a couple.” haemin mentions, before getting up to put his empty container back in the cooler.

like a couple? the though itself made butterflies dance around in your stomach; you quickly darted your gaze away from yungyu, too nervous to look and him and try not to imagine what it would be like to actually be together.

today was slightly off for you, having been made self aware of just how close you and him have been throughout the day. and to add onto it, the day had just begun.

some time passed before everyone grouped up to play some beach volleyball. it wasn’t a group hangout if they weren’t playing on some kind of bet. according to jaeyun, losing team would have to pitch in together to buy ice cream at the end of the day.

this was extremely in character, and you were not planning on losing against them. after the teams were separated, everyone played for awhile.

the game got quite intense, some casual shit talking between both groups. yungyu and jaeyun had that disgusted look on their faces whenever they were met with eachother, only separated by the measly net. this sight made you laugh, taking a mental photo.

after awhile, the scores were practically tied. in the middle of this, everyone decided to take a thirty minute break to re - energize with lunch that was packed earlier in the morning. it was an under statement to say that you were exhausted.

yungyu laid out on a towel that was sheltered by the umbrellas, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. you followed right behind him, letting yourself lay your head on his chest. he was your best friend, and these types of contact were normal in your friendship, however part of you swore you heard his heartbeat quicken.

“are you tired already?” he mumbled above you.

“a little. myungho’s hits are not to fuck with, remind me not to get in a fight with him like.. ever.”

“y/n, anyone here could fold you.”

“i’m too sleepy to fight back with you.” you sigh, letting your eyes close.

“i better not catch you falling asleep, stupid.” he complains sarcastically, while you let out a small ‘mhm’ in response.

at that point, he decides to let you be for a little while. you were the sleepiest person he’s ever known, having the ability to pass out anywhere and everywhere. the rest knew this, and most of the time paying no mind to it.

however, only a few minutes passed before your breathing measured to a steady pace, your face relaxed, and you didn’t feel your damp bathing suit clinging to your body anymore. yungyu glanced down a little and noticed this, poking at your cheek.

he stared at you, letting a smile play on his lips. it was easier to admire you when you weren’t going back and forth teasing eachother. maybe haemin was right, anyone who didn’t look twice would think there was some kind of romantic relationship between the two of you.

and just like you, that was something he hoped for. he just didn’t exactly knew how you felt yet. blissfully unaware, gyu wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. his hand lay in the dip of your waist, fingers slightly ghosting over your elbow as you hugged yourself.

“god i wish you knew how i felt about you.” he said, the only words that left his lips before he let his eyes shut, sleep overtaking him as well.

the feeling of skin against yours became more noticeable as you came out of your sleep spell. feeling groggy, your eyes blink open slowly, immediately being met with the boy you were laying on.

“gyu?!” you shot up, looking around you to see the rest of the boys off playing by the shore, then looking back at him.

“good morning to you too.” yungyu yawned.

“did i seriously fall asleep on you? how long was i out?”

“we weren’t asleep for that long, don’t worry. probably fourty - five minutes at most. “ he checked his phone, confirming his suspicions.

“shit, everyone is probably waiting for us to start the game.” you groan, rubbing your eyes.

“hey, it’s our day to relax. they probably don’t care and it’s only four thirty.” he mutters, using his arm still snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“ah– when did you get so bold?” you squeak out.

“when i saw how cute you looked cuddled up against me.” he confesses casually.

“what.”

“what?”

“dude you can’t just say that! oh my god my heart..” you cover your face with your hands, embarrassed.

“scared you’re gonna fall in love with me?” he makes a gap between your middle and pointer finger to see your eye.

“i can’t be very scared for something that already happened.” you stutter.

“what.”

“what?”

“okay now you’re doing it! what the hell?!” he whines, removing your hands from your face.

“you started it first you idiot.” you pout, furrowing your eyebrows slightly.

“i’m just trying to get my point across! i was attempting to be suave with it.” he bites down on his bottom lip.

“and what exactly is your point?”

“that i like you, and best friends don’t exactly do the things that we do.” his voice gets quiet, the atmosphere suddenly feeling heavy.

“yungyu..”

“i’m not trying to ruin our relationship or anything but–”

“i like you too, yungyu.” you interrupted him.

“i think everyone kinda sorta knew that.” seungheon appeared behind both of you guys, followed by minho.

the two of you jumped, looking in their direction. they both started laughing at both of your blushing faces.

“way to interrupt a moment little bro.” yungyu stated before chucking a seashell in his direction.

“you’re growing up too fast you guys, you better not be kissing all the time from now on!” minho lectures.

“oh? like this?” you grab yungyu’s face, leaving a kiss on his lips to poke fun at minho.

yungyu’s eyes go wide, shocked at the sudden contact between the two of you. his fingers move over his lips, still feeling yours ghosting over them.

“gross, not in front of us!” seungheon pleaded, minho covering his eyes in disgust. both of them walked away teasingly, leaving you and gyu alone.

“boyfriend has a nice ring to it, yeah?” you think.

“better than best friend.”

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nikitaxlee · 9 months

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Golden hour/ Felix Lee x Reader NSFW Part 1/3 'Home'

NOTES:When writing this I imagined the reader living in a house similar to the picture. If it's not your vibe, totally get it, imagine something else, I just really liked the architecture in this photo. VERY IMPORTANT: There is cheating in this story. I do not condone cheating,I do not think it's right whatsoever. I included it in this story because I felt it was necessary to the plot. WARNINGS: SMUT, ANGST, KINKY SHIT,

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The sun kissed your face as you cooked. The breeze wove through your hair from the open windows. You hadn't felt this good in awhile. Being an architect took a toll on you with the constant late nights being put into creating the designs, to simply just not having time for yourself anymore. It was nice being able to finally be at peace with your work. You had several partners these days who helped you so now you could take time off whenever and actually get a good night's sleep.

As you were lost in thought stirring the marinara sauce for your pizza you were making, you heard a knock on your door. It startled you and almost made you spill your sauce. You walked to the door to open it.

Shit, seriously right now? I swear if it's the neighbors agai-

"Oh, hey felix." You said surprised he even had the time to be here.

Felix and you had broken up on good terms at least. The relationship died after a year as he was an Idol and you were an architect meaning you both had zero time for each other. You decided to part ways a year ago and you hadn't seen him since.

"U-um, Hello Y/N, Chan gave me your address, sorry for barging in on you, I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"O-oh yes of course, come on in." You were stuttering like an idiot but you couldn't help it. It was Felix. Sweet old Felix. The one person who felt like home to you. The person you would come home to just to walk in and be bombarded with hugs and kisses. The boy who took all of your firsts. The boy who told you to become an architect knowing that it might affect the relationship but was willing to sacrifice that for your dreams. You loved him. You love him.

"Would you like to stay for dinner? The sunset is exceptionally beautiful around this time of night." You asked.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly intrude on your life especially after not seeing you for a year. I just popped in to say hello and see how you were doing." "Felix, I insist." He looked at you with warm eyes and nodded.

You excitedly gave him a tour of your house and especially your plants. You told him about the inspiration for the house and the layout of everything. When you both made it back to the kitchen the sun was hitting the kitchen perfectly so it created a golden glow.

Golden hour.

You both chatted over some wine and pizza. You caught up and talked about idol life and the rest of the boys who you were pretty close with still.

"So, Y/N, have you been seeing anyone?" You nearly choked on your wine when you heard him ask. What would you say? No felix I've only been with 3 men after you because you were the only person I needed.

"Um.. Well only a couple and that was after drunken nights at the bar and club."

He looked at you with something you couldn't read. A look of hopefulness?

"What about you?" You questioned silently praying he was single.

"Yeah, haven't been with someone since you." he smiled. You let out a breath of relief you didn't know you were holding in. As you guys finished up conversation. You realized it was getting late. "Felix, are you ok to drive home? You can stay the night if you wish." Hoping he would say yes.

Felix had a look of sadness, "I'm fine to drive, I wish I could stay but my.. um.. mom is staying with me at my house and I don't want to leave her alone. Maybe some other time though?" You nodded

"You're welcome over anytime."

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AT FELIX'S HOUSE

Felix walked into his gloomy apartment. It was a very nice apartment but it just didn't feel like home. I wasn't as warm and cozy as yours.

It didn't have you

"Hey babe, welcome home." Kim said as she hugged him.

Kim was his girlfriend of 2 months. She weaned herself into his life and eventually forced herself into his apartment.

"Hey Kim." He said as he reluctantly kissed her.

She laughed before wiping her face of all emotion "Where the fuck were you."

"Kim, baby, I told you, I was hanging out with Chan and just having guy time." he laughed anxiously.

"Oh, ok. You better not be cheating on me." She switched to her sweet tone "I got dinner for us. Just chinese. I know how much you like Chow Mein!" she said

Felix smiled at her kind gesture. Felix actually hated Chow Mein. It was actually Kim's favorite. But of course Kim dictated his life.

"And then after dinner I have dessert for you." She smirked as she bit her lip. Felix internally cringed. It was like being with you for a couple hours had completely reprogrammed him.

He wanted to go home

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#skz hard hours #stray kids #felix smut #bang chan smut #lee know smut #seungmin #stray kids hard hours #skz angst #skz hard thoughts #changbin

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moodymisty · 1 year

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Hi! I am a huge fan of your work and might have just binged all of your TBB fics in preparation for the season 2 premiere 🙈 during my indulgence I read through your kink list and the “helmet stays on” one really got me thinking how the batch (or any clone for that matter, I love them all so much) might use their helmets, maybe as a way to limit their partner’s senses (it seems like a fun combo between dom/sub and an armor kink)

Anyways, whether or not you use this prompt, I am always looking forward to your next fic!! Whatever you are willing to share with us I am more than happy to read 💕 Sorry for the anon, I’m still a little shy about being horny on main lol

Author's note: This has got to be one of the sweetest asks I've ever gotten, I'm so glad you enjoyed my stuff enough to binge it!! (also don't be shy about not wanting to be horny on main, there's no obligation to be. Anon is on for a reason)

But since you mentioned senses, of course the first person I think of is Hunter; And it's been a hot minute since I've done something for him so, why not? I hope this is up your alley!

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Pre-established relationship, Armor kink, Helmet kink aka "the helmet stays on", Very light Dom/Sub dynamics, Clothed sex, Semi-public sex(supply closet), Quickie, Some light sensory overload on Hunter's part

It wasn’t your idea to stay behind at Cyd’s, not in the slightest. The last mission had run you ragged, and so Hunter had effectively forced you to stay back for this one, and give some time to recover. But you still had to admit- The rest was an incredible luxury that you couldn’t refuse.

Though it had taken well over an hour of tossing and turning to get to sleep at first; You’d grown quite quickly used to the sounds of five other people’s breathing, Wrecker’s snoring, and Tech’s mumbling. Without the unique symphony of the Marauder as a lullaby, it had taken a bit to finally nod off.

When you woke up that first night, it was instantly noticeable how much better your body felt. To have a night without waking up multiple times because of shift changes, or emergencies, and to just actually let your body shut down and recover. But as the days went by that became less noticeable; And instead, a tense worry began to replace it.

It’s hard not to worry about them, especially now that you aren’t beside them. They’ve been barely footsteps from you for so long to have them all this far away for so long is eating at you. Especially Hunter. You miss him, miss the way he’d sometimes sneak into your bunk and lay with you for awhile before everyone else woke up. Or how he’ll sometimes walk behind you and press his face against the top of your head, sneaking a small moment while no one is looking.

At least working around Cyd’s keeps you somewhat busy, and she lets you keep a small portion of the tips in exchange for keeping the bar running smoothly. It’s something;

Especially considering the last time you all ran out of credits you had to sell Echo.

It’s late tonight; The bar is empty after the last patron drank his weight and stumbled out, falling onto the sidewalk before recovering enough to toddle on home. Now you’re just cleaning glasses, counting tips and trying to keep busy. It’s tedious, mindless work, but it keeps your hands and head busy enough.

Busy enough until Cyd suddenly shouts from the back, having apparently seen something of note on one of the security cameras.

“Hey! The Dream Team is back!” Cyd emerges from the backroom counting something in her hand, while she jerks her head in the direction of the front.

“Keep your man busy while I count my credits, will you?”

They enter through the front mere seconds after she finishes speaking, Wrecker holding the desired loot in both arms. He starts moving to drop it in Cyd’s room in the back, while you dart past him and yell:

“Hunter!”

You instantly run for him, until you reach him and suddenly stop; Trying to brush it off and just smile.

“Oh, so how come only he gets the welcome party!?”

Wrecker, halfway to the backroom scoffs and crosses his arms, before Echo starts pushing him and Tech away. You had turned around, looking at them embarrassed.

“Lets just give them a bit.”

Tech goes his own way, nose deep in his datapad while Wrecker, Echo, and Omega all shuffle into one of the bar’s booths. You stay close to Hunter however, standing with only a short distance between each of your chests still only a few steps from the entryway.

It’s well been established for awhile now that there is absolutely something going on between you and Hunter, but everyone has pretty much elected to act as if there isn’t. Or at least, that they can’t see it. You don’t do anything that would ever hint at you being romantic within sight of the others, but the looks you share and the undertones are so obvious that everyone had eventually realized.

The whole thing is, complicated. For far more reasons that just your current predicament.

Both of you finally move away from the entry, moving to sit on one of the bar stools. Hunter takes the one right next to you, sitting his helmet on the bar and turning your way.

“I’m sure you’re happy everyone managed to not get injured.” Hunter’s giving a tiny smirk, watching as you roll your eyes at him.

“I wasn’t upset you guys got hurt because it was inconvenient, I was upset because I don’t like seeing you guys get hurt.” You don’t like seeing any of them deal with pain, no matter how hard they all try and shrug it off. You’re just as guilty of the same, though as the person treating others, you’ll always have an excuse for why it doesn’t apply to yourself. You jerk a head in the direction of the booth that the rest of the batch is sitting at; Tech having returned from where ever and is now sitting next to Wrecker.

“At least for them. For you I don’t mind as much, because then I can kiss it better.” Hunter coughs, looking away for a moment and shaking his head. You can see the way his lips twitch as if he wants to say something, but can’t quite figure out how to put it.

“You…” He shakes his head, letting you see a small smirk. “Glad to hear I’ll be getting your special beside manner.”

Sometimes it catches him off guard some of the things you say, especially so casually.

In his moment of looking away from you, your eyes instead turn focus onto his helmet; Which is staring back at you from on the bar top, tinted visor reflecting the scene it’s staring at. When you reach a hand out to grab it Hunter watches, as you hold it hovering over your lap. It looks so normal and lifeless here, but there’s something about when it’s on, that it almost seems like it holds emotion; No matter how silly it sounds.

“I never noticed that you copied your tattoo on your helmet…”

You hold it in your hands, thumb brushing over the scuffed paint. The paint isn’t solid; Patches of the helmets original color peak through the brushed streaks of lighter grey. It gives his helmet a ghostly look, which suits him.

In fact, suits him very well.

It’s a complete spur of the moment decision that has you sliding off the barstool, and grabbing Hunter by the hand. He follows and while confused, takes your lead, walking through the bar and towards the back. Hopefully before anyone notices.

They do of course, but Echo is smart enough to keep anyone from questioning your antics.

Hunter watches as you pull him in the direction of the supply closet, closing the door and pushing something in front of it- a crate. It’s small and compact in here, but it’s quiet. And it’s private; Which is the main appeal.

And it’s here you take quick use of that, as the moment the door is fully shut you step towards Hunter and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his lips to yours for but a moment.

“Now that we’re alone; Did everything go well, Sargent?”

Well you’re certainly playing with fire now, he knows that well.

“Everyone’s on one piece, and we got what we needed.” He knows that isn’t really what you’re asking, but it’s amusing to watch you look at him like this anyways. You know that if you want him you can just ask, but it’s far more fun to play around. Especially after them being gone for admittedly not all that long; But after being around him every moment, it feels like forever.

In his quick glance over you he can see you’re still holding his helmet in your hands, having carried it with you in your rush. It’s pressing against your chest, as you look down at it.

Hunter is watching you intently, the way your fingers look so gentle over his helmet. Before he can say anything however you lean up, and quickly plop the helmet on his head.

“You look good with it on.” His chest is pressing against your own, unyielding, unmovable plastoid armor against your skin. He hasn’t taken one bit of armor off since they returned, he hasn’t had the chance to. He can hear your heart pumping faster in your chest, wanton as you look up at him. His senses never lie, no matter how much you can try to hide it.

He’s used it to his advantage with you, but it’s almost proven to be his weakness. There’s been times where you’ve overwhelmed his senses so much that he can barely stand it; Both intentional and not. In theory he could cut it off if it ever felt like too much, but he doesn’t.

You know that part of him likes it, and the feeling of being so close but unable to fulfill his senses that drives him borderline insane.

You can feel his hands sliding down your back, moving to wrap around your hips as your thighs spread apart enough to let him in. Instantly he steps between them, pressing his body tight against yours. Once you’re as close as you can one of his hands comes up to palm your chest through your shirt, though he’s unable to free them due to the nature of your outfit. At least not easily, though part of him more than enjoys the way your push into him, silently pleading for more.

He won’t give it to you that easy, not after so many times you’ve done him in the same.

He feels your nipple harden through the fabric of his glove, while your pupils dilate and skin flushes hotter. One of your hands even moves to grasp at his wrist and press it harder onto you, as your breath leaves a fog on his armor.

“You don’t even know how much I’ve missed you, Hunter.”

He can smell you want him, even though his helmet it’s so obvious it overwhelms his senses.

When you attempt to work around your outfit and take off your top, Hunter stops you; And you look up to see your reflection in the tinted visor of his helmet.

“Turn around.”

There’s no way to describe the way your cunt clenches at the way he says those words, distorted by his helmet in a way that makes it sound even more erotic.

Lifting up off the crate you’d been sitting on your turn around, attempting to quickly undo your belt in the process and abandoning the idea of undoing your top. While doing so, you swear you can hear his breathing through his helmet, ragged and already coming undone. It only worsens as he sees your pants pull down and wrap around your knees, the fabric of your underwear contrasting with the color of your skin.

It almost is too much, the way he feels so hot and tight underneath his armor and his own breaths echo inside his helmet.

His fingers are frantic as he peels away the only thing impeding him, hearing his groinplate clank on the ground. He may want to take off more, but the sight of you whining for him keeps him from doing so.

He grinds his clothed cock against you, the clear outline pressing against your ass. You quickly demand more, aching and empty.

“Hunter, please… Come on.” He stills, and ignores the way you attempt to demand him continue.

“You don’t get to say that. Not after what you did on the Marauder.”

That makes you smile, remembering how much you had teased him until he snapped. You feel the way he finally moves the fabric of his body glove aside just enough to free his cock, feeling it lay against your cunt. He feels so hot it almost makes you jolt, body tighten as he grinds against you.

Only a short while later does he slowly attempt to press the tip of his cock inside of you, listening to the way you gasp. Your toes curl in your boots, and you can’t control the way you suddenly jolt when the cold plastoid of his thigh armor brushes against the bare skin of you ass. Hunter abruptly stops, having felt your body stiffen.

“You ok?” He asks when he feels you jolt and tighten around him, his hands around your hips loosening their grip.

“Yeah; Your armor is so cold…”

It feels good, but it was just a shock to have it suddenly against your skin. But now knowing he has the green light, he slowly pulls part way out of you before slowly thrusting forward and pulling your hips enough to meet him halfway.

The feeling of so many sounds echoing in his helmet has his senses on overdrive, not even considering how loud everything might be in the room itself. It isn’t as if you’re being particularly quiet; Moaning his name as he slams his cock into you. At least the door is made of metal, and it’s unlike any of quieter sounds will pierce it.

Apart from perhaps the shaky moan you let out as he presses against a bundle of nerves deep inside your cunt, enough to have you almost seeing stars.

“Shit,”

His helmets distorts his voice, making it seem almost more gritted, angrier than normal. It amplifies how tense he sounds, almost as much as his body as you feel his armor hit the back of your thighs as he fucks you.

But Gods do you want to turn around and kiss him, feel his skin on you so badly but he won’t let you; Depriving you of the sensation. Even if the unforgiving coldness of his armor feels so good too. It’s enough to have you speak up, hissing through your teeth for more.

“Fuck, Hunter… You can go harder…”

His fingers tighten around your hips, watching the way your top has bunched around the middle of your back.

“What, all the sudden you’re open to pleas of mercy?” Your throat tightens.

Of course now is the time he decides to get you back a bit for torturing his senses while stuck in the Marauder, and he’d pleaded for you to stop. You hadn’t listened, and now it seems he’s going to attempt to let you feel just a fraction of what you’d done to him.

It seems unfair; Unable to kiss him or touch his skin while he fucks you. Though you’d done worse to him, a man with senses multitudes stronger than your own.

“Do you, fuck… Do you want an apology?”

The edges of his thigh armor press against the skin of your ass and will more than likely leave marks, unforgiving against your much softer skin.

“No. I want you to feel what it’s like to not get what you want.”

His thrusts slow until he’s only grinding against you, feeling the way your cunt leaks all over his cock. Your thighs keep tensing as you attempt to press against him, feeling so, so close but having him deny you. You can’t feel the heat of his skin, the roughness of his hands or his hair against your cheek; As he looms over your body with a black, grey and red silhouette.

He looks almost like a ghost, when you turn to look at him for just a moment. The dim, mostly broken lights of the tiny storage closet only further the illusion.

He swears he can almost hear his teeth grind against each other when he cums, filling you as you grind against him for more. His visor is becoming fogged from the amount of his hot breath, too much for the filters to try and fight against. It’s never fogged before; But granted, he’s never fucked you while he’s had it on.

He feels you cum around him, gripping the crate your bent over so tight as you intake a breath and hold it long enough he almost tells you to breath. Your fingers grip the crate your bent over with such a tight grip it almost is turning your knuckles white, seeing stars as he fucks you slowly through it all.

Gods, you missed him. Even in the short time he was gone.

When he slowly pulls out of you, you take the time to turn and sit on your bottom instead; Legs partly spread and sore.

The entire state of you looking like this almost as Hunter’s blood pumping again.

“So, can I kiss you now?” You look up at him, face red and lips ever so slightly parted. He takes off his helmet and leans down, pressing a hand against the wall behind you to support himself as he kisses you. It feels ten times more intense after being denied for so long, you can’t help the way your hands quickly around the back of his neck fingers slipping into his hair.

“I missed you too, you know.”

He mumbles it against your lips and feels the way you smile back, giving a satisfied laugh.

“Then don’t leave me behind again? Ok?”

#mywriting #the bad batch x reader #tbb x reader #hunter x reader #Hunter/Reader #reader insert

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