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[tucuteboything]

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[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Broken Bones

Summary: You went out with your friends, how did you end up in this situation? Venom is meant to keep you safe, if they couldn't do it this time then you're really in trouble, will Wanda come to your aid? God you really hoped so.

Words: 1,737

Warnings 18+ Minors DNI angst, cuteness nothing else I think

You opened your eyes slowly to the heavy rain on your face and the blood in your mouth, trying to blink away any remaining blurriness you attempted to lift your body up but you felt so weak it was way too painful

"V-Venom....help"

The symbiote didn't respond right away instead giving a low growl unable to move themselves or your body either

"We....we were beaten...call...call Wanda"

Coughing up some more blood you managed to sit up looking around finding yourself in a alleyway surrounded by two dead men with their heads missing, no prizes for wondering where they might be

"What happened?" You closed your eyes when you felt the nauseous feeling flow through your body again

"We were ambushed...leaving the...club c-caught off guard"

You couldn't stand being sat up anymore and dropped back to the ground with a heavy thud

"Y/n...I feel...feel the body dying"

No response from you

"Y/n? Y/n?!"

They tried again, even trying to move your body, unfortunately they were just as weak as you and flopped back down to the ground too, you both felt the light fading from your body, silence engulfing you and your whole body breaking down, your last conscious hope was that Wanda came to your rescue at the last minute.

"So where's the alien human hybrid tonight?" Nat spooked Wanda who was in the kitchen making you your favourite food for when you got back

"Nat! Don't scare me like that I have a hot spoon" Wanda nearly dropped the whole pot of stew for you over the floor

"Sorry Wands it must be my super secret and intense spy training" she whipped past the witch grabbing a spoon to taste what she'd made "hmm nice, maybe a little more paprika" she winked and Wanda groaned rolling her eyes "she doesn't like paprika Nat"

"so where is the love of your life?" Nat took another taste of the stew much to Wanda's annoyance "stop contaminating the food"

Wanda put the stew into the oven to keep warm for you looking back to her Russian friend "she went out to meet some friends at a club"

"You don't sound so happy about that"

Wanda shrugged sitting down on the couch with Nat "I'm happy she wants to go out with her friends but I'm still nervous because of Venom, I just hope they behave"

Nat laughed "what's the worse thing that could happen in a couple of hours?"

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“Y/n! Y/n! Oh god” the loud voice gave you a small jolt and you managed to move a little but you felt so heavy going in and out of consciousness that it was pointless.

“Please don’t be dead Wanda will kill me! Also I obviously don’t want to lose you but I just want to make sure you’re not too injured, you look pretty bad though, is this your blood or the other guys? Wait is Venom still in there? Venom! Can you hear me? I probably shouldn’t shout down your ear I’m sorry”

Peter was struggling on what to do, does he pick you up and swing you back to the compound? No that would probably hurt you more but if he called Wanda would she be mad? No she'd be happy because he called her.

In all of his crises thinking someone else jumped next to him “Peter are you really struggling to know what to do, Y/n is nearly dead call Wanda”

Yelena is always so calm in these situations but at this moment she was terrified, Wanda is going to be like a bomb going off, she would destroy the world to keep you safe,

She heard Peter speaking into the phone "h-hey Wanda erm...Y/n is hurt....yeah yeah just outside....yeah that place...okay b-

Wanda turned up so quick that Peter didn’t even have a chance to hang up the phone and before he could try again Wanda's voice was heard by both young avengers

“Peter where is she?!” Wanda’s eyes were a deep angry red, power coming off her in waves making the young avengers step back letting her fall to the ground looking at you “my bednyazhka, please get up, please” she cried over and over again until a hand on her shoulder stopped her

“Wanda come on let’s get her back to the compound, maybe Bruce can help her”

Wanda shook her head “no! I have to fix her! I’m taking her to the cabin” with slow movements her magic lifted you up careful not to hurt you and went to leave “Wanda, let me come with you”

She looked at Nat who also had tears in her eyes “I want to help her too, and if we can’t save her then you need someone to lean on, I won’t let you be on your own” both women were crying now and Wanda nodded her head “okay okay you can come”

Nat turned her head to the two watching “you two go back to the compound and tell them nothing, you hear me? Yelena be a good sister for once"

The blonde pretended to think about it for a bit “okay Sestra, just don’t do anything crazy”

Peter just nodded in agreement scared to say anything else

The two older women walked off with you eventually disappearing and reappearing in the cozy cabin “come on Wanda lay her down on the bed” Wanda gently lay you on the bed kissing your forehead

“What do we do now?” Nat rounded the bed seating herself on the other side of you “I’m going to look to see if she’s okay in her mind”

Wanda ghosted her fingers over your temple sending sparks through your mind finding herself in your mind, you were alive thank god

“moya lyubov please wake up” Wanda spoke into your mind and she felt a small jolt, thinking it was you instead it was Venom

“Wanda? Y/n is very weak help her!”

Wanda fell out of your mind being followed by Venom’s head and some tentacles, that was something she'd never get used to

“What happened?” Wanda asked the symbiote “I thought you could heal her, that’s your only job, you've healed her broken bones before so what’s the difference?!” Wanda was getting angrier and Nat held her back from doing something she might regret, knowing that she would hurt you more than Venom

“They ambushed us with sound and fire, they tried burning us which I cannot handle and then they used poles to wrap around us banging them to create horrible sound waves, I eventually managed to kill them but the damage was done and it hurt too much to do anything about it, I can help her but I need time to reserve some energy”

They retreated back into your body for safety and to help sort your body out.

Wanda grabbed Nat’s hand “she needs rest, I think Venom can help her wake up”

Nat lent down kissing Wanda on the cheek then kissing you on the forehead “I’m going to check around the cabin, make sure we’re truly alone”

Wanda thanked Nat and looked back to you “it’s going to be okay detka, you’re safe now”

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You felt yourself waking up slowly, your body no longer hurting and the splitting headache no longer threatening your life

“Y/n you are awake! Tell Wanda!”

You groaned lifting yourself from the soft bed falling out for Wanda “Wanda? Wanda are you here?” Your voice was quiet but you heard quick footsteps from another room burst into your own “Y/n! Oh my god you’re alive!”

She practically tackled you to the bed kissing you all over your face and hugging you right “I thought you’d never wake up please don’t ever go out without me again”

Nat quickly entered the room behind smiling wide “Y/n! God you look terrible but I’m glad you’re awake" your friend was always positive about your bad situations

Wanda peeled herself off of you when you complained you couldn't breathe "sorry detka I'm just so excited you're alive, what do you remember?"

Nat sat down on the chair facing the bed and you sat up, groaning at the alight pain in your body "I just remember leaving the club because my friends left early-

"They left you alone?! They promised not to leave you!" Wanda was pissed off, she'd never leave you alone she'd die first before that happened

"I told them about Venom and they freaked out calling me weird and then just left" tears were brimming in your eyes "its hurtful, they think I'm a freak"

Wanda shushed you "detka you are not a freak, you are a beautiful, passionate and loving woman, you just have an...extra friend"

Nat held in her laugh by pretending to look at her shoes when Wanda glared at her "Nat!"

"I'm not laughing! But "extra friend?" come on Wanda, they're an alien from outer space or something, call it what it is"

You giggled at Nat "so straight forward Nat, it's true though, they're an alien that decided I'd be the best host for them"

"You are a perfect host! I would never be able to survive for long periods without going back into your body every few hours!"

You smiled "thanks Venom"

"Do you need to rest more princess?" Wanda stroked your cheek and kissed you softly trying to hold herself back from continuing to kiss you all over

"Yeah if that's okay?" You lay back against the pillows closing your eyes

"Of course my love, we'll let you sleep" she gave you a last kiss on the cheek leaving the room with Nat

"Wanda I know that look" Nat said concerned "don't do anything you'll regret"

The witch's eyes glowed red "I won't regret protecting my girlfriend Nat, she was nearly left for dead! They deserve to feel as bad as she did!"

Her voice rise made Nat nervous, she knew how Wanda could be when it came to you and it was nerve wrecking "Wanda you know Tony would kill me if you did anything dangerous to someone"

"Then you won't tell him will you?" She said in a low voice pushing past Nat "Wanda-

"Look after Y/n, I'll be back later with dinner"

"Wanda you don't even know who actually did it!" Nat tried once last time before she left

"I have a feeling her friends know who did this, they'll tell me" she didn't let Nat say anything else instead slamming the door shut leaving her worried in the cabin "god I'm never going to hear the end of this"

#marvel #wanda maximoff #mcu #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #marvel au #marvel imagine #venom #wanda maximoff x venom reader #venom reader #venom symbiote

[vampireoutofbusiness]

Peter Parker's Fluff Alphabet

NAVIGATION

Pairing: peter x reader

Warnings: m is about sex, swearing cuz I have potty typing fingers, typos I bet because my brain can't translate to my keyboard 100% of the time

Synopsis: The fluffy alphabet about pbp

a/n: this made me want to write sm fluff about him omg I'm going to bed to fall asleep imagining scenarios and I'm not afraid to admit that

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A [Affection]

At the beginning of your relationship, he was affectionate, but he didn’t know how to show it as well as he does now. He’d try to hold your hand or find an excuse to give you a small touch.

You ended up initiating most of it until he got more comfortable. He is all over you now. Super clingy and lovey-dovey. He still gets nervous about going too far but you reassure him.

He’s constantly touching you in some way. He’ll play with your fingers while you’re busy and wrap his arms around your waist whenever you’re talking to someone and can’t give him all of your attention. Just a small reciprocation from you makes his day.

He also tells you he loves you and compliments you so much. And he means every word because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Still, he’s not always the best with speaking his mind so he tries to show you through a touch more than words.

B [Baby]

Peter is open to the idea of having kids. He thinks about spending the rest of his life with you, whether that involves children or not. He’d hate for something to happen because of his secret identity and he already took a risk by telling you. So maybe, it depends on what you think about it. He’d love to have a family with you, just not right now.

C [Cuddle]

This boy can’t get enough of you. No matter what you’re doing, he wants physical contact. When you’re laying in bed or on the couch, he lays on top of you. And it’s just the most relaxing thing for him to have your arms wrapped around him.

99% of the time you’re the big spoon. But he likes to face you and bury his head in your chest if you’re on your sides. And his favorite thing: when you play with his hair. It puts him right to sleep.

D [Dates]

He tries to plan dates with you but he isn’t very organized and it usually stresses him out. You take responsibility for finding things for you to do together and take turns paying. He really appreciates all that you do for him.

With everything going on in your lives, it’s usually something low-key. Just “watching a movie” at home is fun when you’re together.

When he does try to plan a date says the same thing every time. All he wants is for you to let him swing you around NYC but you need a little more convincing than “it won’t that scary,”.

If you want to read about you planning a date for your baby boy then read mine hehe [If You’re the Sun, I’m the Moon]

E [Emotions]

Peter’s a soft boy, no doubt about it. He has no trouble showing his emotions because you don’t judge him for it. In society, it's expected men hide their emotions or aren’t masculine enough, but you think there’s nothing more mature than expressing how you feel.

Most of the time you know when he’s about to break and you’re ready for him. You hold him while he sobs and listen to his concerns when he’s finally calmed down. Then he falls asleep in your arms, thankful he has someone to vent to.

F [Feelings]

He knew he loved you from the moment he meant you. He didn’t fall into love with you, he very intentionally ran full speed ahead. Yes, you’re young and dumb but you both are extremely sure about your relationship.

G [Gentleness]

As previously stated, very soft boy. He’s super gentle with you and all of his touches are tender and sweet. Unless he hasn’t seen you in a while and he will quite literally jump on you to hug and kiss you. He’s also worried if he isn’t careful, his strength could be too much but he never would hurt you.

H [Hands]

Again, always touching you. Very handsy, not overly, he just feels safer when he knows you’re there by touch. He holds your hand so much that you’ve learned to do some tasks one-handed. He’ll hold your hand under the dinner table and absentmindedly play with your fingers when he’s anxious.

I [Impression]

He thought you were gorgeous and really wanted to talk to you and at least be friends with you. Even though you looked unbothered, he felt so drawn to you. He tried talking to you and you had to maintain a straight face when he could barely get a word out. You thought he was adorable and didn’t mention his frequent stuttering which still gets the best of him when he’s around you.

J [Jealousy]

Peter’s not possessive however he does get a little jealous when you talk to other people, even if it’s not in a flirtatious context. He gets worried that you might not be interested in him anymore or that he’s annoying.

He needs reassurance from you but he still understands you have other people in your life. And he trusts you that you wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt him.

K [Kissing]

Surprisingly a good kisser for such little experience. He was so nervous the first time, and more times after that, so he was very happy you initiated it. He would spend hours making out with you, and you have.

You straddling his waist with your lips on his was something he would take over any movie. And lazy make-outs at night, in bed, too tired to do anything else AHHHHH. He kisses slow and passionately, loving every moment with you.

L [Love]

He wanted to tell you for so long that he loved you, but he was so nervous you wouldn’t feel that way. You were very sure about your love for him and decided to tell him. His eyes lit up and he kind of froze. YOU loved HIM and he was over the moon, jumping on you and telling you he loved you too.

M [Memory]

Peter loves everything you do together but his favorite is the first time you guys had sex. Not because it was hot and he got to see you naked. Okay, yes it was and he enjoyed seeing you without clothes. It’s his favorite because, duh, sex is extremely intimate. He felt so trusted by you to do something that made you vulnerable in a sense.

Just loving you and being able to show it physically was amazing for both of you. Sharing his first time with you was very special and he couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else.

This is crazy ik ik but here’s an imagine I wrote about having sex with him for the first time [Just You And Me]

N [Needy]

He’ll admit it: he wants security in your relationship. He feels a constant need to be with you and definitely has separation anxiety. So clingy that he follows you to the bathroom and waits outside the door. If you’re on the phone, he’ll pull you in by the hips and hold onto you until you hang up.

When you get ready for bed, there he is sitting on the counter in the bathroom and he does the same thing while you get ready for your day. He’ll go with you anywhere, even if it has nothing to do with him.

And you do so much for him, it’s definitely reciprocated, but he needs a little more help. You make sure he eats enough, isn’t overtired, and you just take care of him in general. He does everything he can and more to show you how much he appreciates you.

O [Official] You went on a date not long after you started becoming friends and he knew how much he liked you. It was just a matter of waiting to see if you felt the same way. He was so in love with you and the both of you just kind of assumed you were in an official relationship by the way things were going. Eventually, you introduced him as your boyfriend and it made him so happy.

P [Pet Names]

You have a plethora of names for your boyfriend:

-My Pretty Boy

-Baby boy

-Peanut

-Sunshine

And he loves each and every one of them, most making him blush. You’ve told him you don’t like the cliche pet names and he’s refrained from calling you things like “baby” and “angel”.

He does, however, insist on calling you honey or sweetheart, kind of like you’re a married couple. At this point, you basically are in it for life. You still act a little annoyed by the names when he calls you them in public but you love it and he knows it.

Q [Quirks]

He might not be perfect but in your eyes, he’s pretty damn close. Although, he does have an issue with talking even when he shouldn’t. You can’t blame him for being anxious and feeling the need to sputter out random shit.

He stutters a lot but you never comment on it. You thought it was cute that he got nervous around you and when he’s okay with it, you don’t mind helping him get to the point. Otherwise, you happily listen to him work up to it no matter how long it takes.

R [Romance]

Your boy tries so hard to do romantic things for you. He buys you flowers, gets you random gifts, tries to plan surprise dates, anything you want he would do for you. He loves to take baths with you - even if they aren’t your thing - because he likes to help you relax at the end of the day.

Ummmm so I have a headcanon about him surprising you with a hot bath and rose petals [Petals Parker]

S [Secrets]

He tells you everything, he’s awful at keeping secrets and you found out about him being spider-man not long after you started dating. You were surprised you didn’t realize it sooner.

And, you made sure to be his safe space. You’re happy to hear about what he does with the Avengers or things that go down during patrol. But he needs time to take a break and be Peter Parker without having to be this brave hero.

T [Tease]

Peter’s always cracking jokes, mostly because he’s awkward in social situations. You laugh even if no one else does because you’re supposed to be his cheerleader. Some are actually funny but most are just ehhhhh…

U [Unexpected]

You didn’t think he would be so clingy. Yes, soft boy, we’ve established that, but he just can’t go anywhere without you. You don’t mind it because he’s great company, but you didn’t think he would be so attached to you.

V [Vaunt]

He shows you off so much. He just can’t believe he gets to be your boyfriend and needs everyone to know how wonderful you are. Every opportunity he gets, he’ll bring you up in conversation even if it has nothing to do with you or your relationship. He could talk about you forever.

W [Waking Up]

The softest state Peter Parker will ever be in is when he’s sleepy/asleep. Normally he’ll wake up just enough to find you in the bed you share and pull you close to him. He looks so beautiful in the morning with messy hair and the sunlight streaming in on his face. So pure and you’ll never get tired of starting your day with him.

Look at that, I have another imagine about this one too and you can go read about waking up with him and it’s really fluffy and the title means heavenly so… *throws confetti over your head* [Caeles]

Y [Yes]

He felt so sure that he wanted to marry you and spend the rest of his life with you. You made him feel so happy and safe. He asked May if he could propose with her ring that she stopped wearing after Ben died and she was so glad you guys were going to get married. Granted, he hadn’t asked yet, but May was very sure that you were meant to be together.

Hey, me again…you can read about him proposing to you [Proposal Parker]

Z [Zzz]

At night, he loves to bury his face in your chest or the crook of your neck and wrap his legs and arms around you. The second you start playing with his hair or scratching his back, he’s done for, out like a light.

He used to get really bad nightmares and he still does every once in a while when his anxiety is really bad. You make them way less frequent or nonexistent. He knows he’s safe with you and he lets his usual worrying state fade away when you’re cuddled up for bed.

Yep I have an imagine about him getting nightmares sue me AFTER you read it thanks [A Cure for Bitter Dreams]

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[sparrowjaywrites]

Forget-Me-Not

-Spencer Reid x Female Reader-  Plot: When the team is caught in explosion you wake up with no memory of who you are, or who anyone on your team is.

Y/N = Your name

Y/L/N = Your last name

H/C = Hair color

Heat burned around her as the young woman stumbled to her feet; her vision was hazy, blurred. There was a part of her who wondered if the blurriness was from her pounding head or her missing glasses… glasses moments ago she hadn’t even known she wore. Her feet kicked against debris small stones and smoldering pieces of wood; she could see an opening… a doorway red and blue lights flashed through it. She coughed as she moved, she needed to run, to get out faster… yet despite her desperate need to escape, a need she didn’t understand she couldn’t make her feet drag any quicker over the soot covered floor.

She stumbled through the doorway the red and orange haze of smoke quickly replaced by police lights that blinked fast enough she wasn’t sure if everything was washed in blue and red or possibly purple as her vision began to blur more each time she coughed. A man… no two men raced towards her shouting words she couldn’t make out past the ringing in her ears. Her knees gave out just as one of the men a handsome black man with kind eyes reached her. The other man was just as handsome though in another way… cute with curly brown hair and a singed sweater vest over a buttoned up shirt that she was sure had once been white.

She let the men drag her towards the ambulance slumping into their arms her boots dragging on the black cement. She was placed on a stretcher the second man, the nerdy one she dubbed him simply climbed in with her holding her hand tightly in his. She didn’t know why he held onto her so tightly but she found she liked it; it was comforting for some unknown reason.

The drive to the hospital seemed to pass in a blink of an eye… or maybe she’d just passed out for a moment; that was more likely she mused as she was rolled through the ER doors. Nerdy man followed her inside but was quickly rushed away by a nurse. The nurses were speaking to her asking questions she still couldn’t fully hear though she could now make out the low hum of their voices. They quickly stopped speaking to her just offering her comforting smiles as they worked. She knew she must have been loud with her hisses and yelps of pain as they began to remove blackened pieces of cloth from her legs and chest, and small pieces of metal from throughout her body.

Nerdy man was back as soon as the nurses let him past. Again her hand was in his as he talked to her and tried to smile at her. She blinked at him blankly, she couldn’t hear him… the nurses must have said as much, a doctor had even looked in her ears. Why was he bothering? Who was he, why did he seem so upset by her blank stare? He lifted a hand from hers and brushed his fingers along her cheek, she jerked her head back at the motion. Holding her hand was one thing, to touch her face when she didn’t even know him was another. The man quickly moved his hand back looking at her questioningly; hurt clear in his brown eyes.

A nurse quickly joined them injecting something into her IV, it wasn’t until her eyes began to shut that she recognized the burn in her throat and realized she had been yelling. What she had yelled she had no idea, nor did she care as her eyes drifted closed.

---Line Break---

The next time the young woman awoke she was in a room. She scanned the room with squinted eyes, she couldn’t see much of anything clearly, no she would need her glasses for that. Glasses she had left behind in the burning warehouse she had woken in originally. She cursed her stupidity her eyes landing on a man reading a book beside her, she could hear the turn of the page every few moments, far too quickly for anyone to actually read she suspected. Blinking back the haze of sleep… or drugs, yeah definitely drugs, she recognized the man.

Why was Nerdy man by her bedside again? She blinked at him staring silently until he glanced up as the beeping of her heart monitor sped up as she tried to figure out who he was. Those brown eyes that seemed so very precious to her though she knew not why locked with hers. A relieved smile split the man’s face as she immediately set the book he’d been holding aside.

“Y/N?” His voice fit him, his long lanky form straightening as he grasped her hand once again. Y/N? Who was Y/N? Was she Y/N? The woman blinked fear flickering through her as she realized she didn’t know… what was her name? How old was she? When was her birthday? Who was the man sitting next to her? “Whoa, hey it’s okay, you’re safe, we’re safe.” Nerdy man quickly reached out cupping her cheek in his large hand his long fingers gently caressing her skin as she began to hyperventilate.

“Who are you?” She managed to rasp out past her smoke damaged throat. Brown eyes widened at her question his hand quickly falling from her cheek as he gazed into her eyes worriedly.

“Y/N? It’s me, Spencer.” Spencer… the name fit, recognition pinged in the back of her mind, though the sensation was short and fleeting gone before she could grasp it.

“I… am I Y/N?” She swallowed thickly speaking her words slowly, she could hear the fear in her voice, it was almost solid it was so thick. Nerdy man… no, Spencer closed his eyes clearly blinking back panicked tears as he took a deep breath then nodded.

“Yes, you’re Y/N. I’ll be right back.” He quickly stood striding out of the room in long strides on long legs. Though blurred Y/N couldn’t help but note he had a very nice ass… shut up, Y/N, this isn’t the time. She chastised herself surprised how quickly she accepted her new… or old name. It felt like a long while before Spencer returned followed by two men, one clearly a doctor in a white coat the other a man in what was clearly a suit, though he had the tie and jacket draped over his arm.

“Hello, Agent Y/L/N, my name is Doctor Lynn; Spencer here tells me you don’t remember him?” The doctor asked slowly giving her a content smile. Y/N shakes her head silently noting the deep frown on the suited older man’s face and the pain that quickly covered Spencer’s face. “Agent Y/L/N do you know where you are?”

“A hospital… is Y/L/N my last name?” Her eyes move to Spencer as she asks the question, he had stood by her through everything from the moment she’d stumbled out of the warehouse too lying in the bed she was now in. He was who she trusted to answer her honestly.

“Yes,” Spencer said clearly though his voice rasped with unshed tears. Suit man placed a hand on his arm reassuringly.

“Agent Y/L/N, can you tell me what you remember about yourself?”

“I… I have H/C hair…” She responds after a moment of thought, small flashes of cutting off long H/C locks in a bathroom, a school bathroom as a teenager flashing through her mind, “I wear glasses… I left them in the warehouse… I couldn’t fully remember them so I didn’t pick them up.” She adds after a moment.

“Well you’re correct on those counts. Agent Hotchner, Dr. Reid could you please wait in the waiting room?” Both men shared wary looks but nodded leaving the room. The suited man shooting her a caring smile on his way out. The next few hours… at least it felt like hours were spent being whisked through the hospital from one machine to another then back again. Nurses explained what they were doing every step of the way, every hour she was asked if the remembered the three words the doctor had told her before her bed had been rolled from her room. Spoon, House, Rock. She passed with flying colors or so her Nurse, Rebecca Jones informed after each memory check.

“It seems you have amnesia Agent Y/L/N. We believe it was caused by the head injury you received in the blast along with brain damage caused by multiple seizures you experienced in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.” Dr. Lynn explained slowly and simply making sure she nodded before continuing. “You seem to be forming new memories and retaining information perfectly well, which is a surprise considering your ADHD, making us believe your experiencing retrograde amnesia, your bouts of recognition also assure us your symptoms are temporary.”

“So I’ll get my memories back?”

“You should, I can’t promise you’ll get them all back, you’ll likely never remember the moments before the blast, but overall we have high hopes for your prognosis, Agent Y/L/N.” They discussed more technical things such as bringing in a social worker and psychologist to determine if she is mentally sound enough to be in charge of herself or if her medical power of attorney would need to be brought in. It was quickly determined she would need to be placed under her medical power of attorney’s power until she at least remembered more about herself and her life. From there though she was informed of everything being done and all conversations she was not a part of them.

Normally she’d have been furious about this she suspected but considering she couldn’t even remembered her damn birthday let alone what medications she was one, where she worked, or any of her family she agreed this was probably for the best. She didn’t see Spencer or suit man again until the next day; they came into the room cleaned up and in fresh clothes.

“Hey, Y/N how you feeling?” Suit man asked smiling at her.

“Like I was blown up… which I was so that seems pretty apt.” She shrugs in response. She had learned she had second degree burns covering both her legs and a good portion of her chest. She had also been riddled with shrapnel though all of it had been removed and the cut’s either sewn or glued closed and covered. She was told she could be released in about forty eight hours when she’d been woken for the billionth time by her nurse that morning. All her wounds could be managed outside the hospital but they wanted to keep her a few days due to her concussion.

“Memories or not you’re still you.” Suit man snorts with a small grin.

“Good to know. So which of you is my medical power of attorney? They said you two were handling my affairs so I assume it’s gotta be one of ya?”

“I am, I uh… we made each other our power of attorney’s when we moved in together.” Spencer spoke up nervously. Y/N’s eyebrow rose at his words… moved in together? Her mind flicked to the sense of comfort she got from him clutching her hand, the way her mind immediately jumped to… less than appropriate thoughts when looking at his very fine ass, and the way he hand caressed her cheek. Oh… oh, that made a lot more sense now.

“Dating, engaged, or married?” She asked calmly smiling as he immediately turned bright red and started stuttering over himself.

“You two are married.” Suit man snorted. Y/N nodded slowly, thinking hard she could remember a wedding dress, blue flowers… forget-me-nots… huh ironic she snorted at the memory before smiling. It may have only been flashes but the memories brought joy, so very much joy.

“What are you smiling about?” Spencer finally found his voice sitting beside her in the same chair he’d been sat in the night before.

“I was trying to remember, forget-me-nots… at our wedding? A bit ironic now wouldn’t you say?” She asked with a small laugh. Spencer’s face lit up at her words as he chuckled along with her.

“I’ve never known anything to fit the meaning of the word better.”

“I mean, the odds, we tempted fate with that one didn’t we?”

“Clearly...” He took her hand in his squeezing it. “Do you… remember anything else?”

“My dress, at least I’m assuming I was the one in the dress,” She raises an eyebrow her eyes moving up and down his slim form. “Though I’m sure you’d look very beautiful in one.” The laughter from her other side was sudden and quickly covered up with a cough as suit guy quickly left the room.

“Your dress… I don’t wear dresses” Spencer quickly confirmed his own amused smile blindingly bright. Maybe, just maybe she could get through this after all?

 ______________________________________________________ AN: Hey Everyone I know it’s been years since I posted but I’m back with this little story I suddenly had the urge to write at 3 am. I plan to post the original version of this which is with my original character as well for anyone interested in that. I may make a part 2 if people are interested, and if not then the one with my character will probably at least get a part two. I hope you all enjoy!

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[hes-writer]

Under the Table

Summary: harry eats y/n out under the table

Warnings: smut, public sex, oral, female receiving

Word Count: 2744 words

A/N: my submission to the 'sex bucket list fic challenge' hosted by @berrynarrybanana !! so many wonderful writers have participated in this and their works are out of this world ✨

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Y/N had never been to this restaurant. The fanciness and seemingly high-end decorations should be enough explanation as to why. She stared at Harry in complete adoration as he touched the small of her back, gently pushing her forward to follow the waiter. They walked near the back of the restaurant. The waiter unlocked a door, gesturing for them to enter.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes to get your order,’ He placed the menus on the mahogany table. The round furniture draped with black cloth, accentuating the starch white plates and crystal silverware. A bottle of wine stood to the right, candles lit in the middle of the table. They nodded at his statement.

“Gosh, H. This must be so expensive,” She glanced around the room in amazement, dazzling lights reflecting in her irises. He pulled her chair out for her like a proper gentleman.  She smiled in appreciation.

“Only the best for my girl,” He planted a kiss to her temple, settling himself on his seat. Harry tried his best to focus on reading the description of each dish but Y/N was more interesting. Her hair curtained as she faced down to read the menu. She bit her lip in thought, her stomach growling in anticipation.

“Think ‘m gonna get the steak with mash,” She stated, folding the menu closed. Harry immediately glanced down to pretend like he wasn’t just staring at her beauty, imagining dirty thoughts. Her thighs parted around his head. Her juices dripping past her clenching hole, looking for something thick and big to fill her.

“I’ll get the same but with a side of peas,"

“Copy cat,” She teased, filling her glass with white wine. The stain of her lipstick on the rim made him absolutely mad.

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“What’s gotten into you? Aren’t you hungry?” Y/N asked, slicing her steak, popping a bite in her mouth. She moaned at the taste, releasing a satisfied moan and even letting her eyes roll a little. “It’s so good,”

Harry dug his blunt fingernails on his outer thighs to prevent himself from gripping her hair and fucking her into oblivion. She had no clue of her effect on him. Y/N raised a brow at him, utensils paused to wait for his answer. He glanced at his plate, clearly untouched except for the small spoonfuls he scooped of his peas. “I am,”

“Why aren’t you eating then?” She questioned, easing another forkful in her mouth.

“‘M hungry for somethin’ else,” He drawled out, suggestiveness dripping from his tongue. His lustful gaze eyeing the pucker of her lips.

She widened her eyes, freezing at his statement. “We’re in public!”

He shrugged, gesturing to the private room he had booked for them that surely was about to be handy. “And? Y’can’t tell me you don't want my head between your thighs,” He leaned back against his seat, one arm resting on the opaque table cloth draped over the table. “That you don’t want my tongue licking your cunt,” He bit his lip, watching her take a sip of her wine nervously.

“Stop it, Harry,” The waver of her voice indicated to Harry that she was being affected. Her thighs squeezing tightly for the slightest bit of friction against her core. She tucked a strand of hair, shifting uncomfortably at the growing wetness. The fabric of her satin red dress suddenly feeling too heavy on her skin. Warmth crawling up her legs despite the shortness of her dress. Despite the exposure of her cleavage from the deep cut, she couldn’t help but feel completely naked under Harry’s scrutiny.

“Don’t you?”

She heaved a deep breath, stabbing her steak in frustration for letting his words affect her so much. “No, I don’t.” She gritted her teeth, hating the way his dimple deepened with the curve of his lips upward.

“That’s a lie,” He pushed his elbows forward, making her instinctively rest her back against the seat in intimidation. “I know you’re squeezin’ your thighs right now. Wanting to feel something touch your pussy. Bet you’re wet, soaking your panties,” His tongue darted out to lick his lips, glistening his mouth and making it almost impossible not to kiss him. “Want me to go on?”

Her utensils clanged against the plate. A shot of arousal flooding her body. If she focused, she was sure that she could feel the moisture on the apex of her thighs. She wondered if it would be a good idea to tell Harry that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her scarlet dress.

“I-I,” She stuttered, “I’m not wearing anything underneath,” Her whisper was attentive as if there was an ear pressed up against the door.

“Jesus, fuck,” He seethed through his teeth, rolling his head back at the thought of her dripping on the chair. The stain of her slickness flooding between her thighs. It was enough to make his mouth water, “You’re making it hard not to drop on my knees right now,”

As much as she wanted his lips around her clit, tongue prodding between her slit; Y/N knew that this wasn’t the place to do it. She failed to stay quiet when his mouth attached to her core. He was way too good at eating her pussy. Feverishly mouthing her wet skin into his mouth as if he hadn’t eaten in days. Groaning in pleasure like seeing her eyes closed in pure bliss was bringing him satisfaction. “Don’t,’

He tilted his head, saying in a mocking tone, “No?”

She shook her head, watching as he disappeared under the cloth, “What the hell is he doing?” Y/N mumbled to herself. The opaque table cloth prevented her from seeing him.  Harry crawled underneath the table, the light from the room seeping through the cloth, allowing him a great view of Y/N’s shaking legs, bouncing up and down.

“H-Harry,” His warm palms pushed her legs apart, her scent engulfing his senses. She gripped the corners of the table, keeping her eyes glued on the door directly facing her. “Nghh,” She moaned, extremely turned on, throwing caution in the wind.

He pushed her dress up, bunching the silky fabric on the tops of her thighs. Y/N was grateful that the table cloth was long. Harry pulled on her hips, asking her to move closer to the edge of the chair. He spread her thighs further, creating a little nook for himself between her legs. He nipped at the plush skin, making Y/N straighten her back.

“Oh my god,” She whispered. Mixed feelings swirled in her; the rush of being eaten out under the table in a private yet public place spiking her arousal. He gripped her calf, placing her legs over his shoulder for a better position. She tried to appear as normal as possible; not like her boyfriend was about to grace her with his talented tongue. He fisted the fabric of her dress to get it out of the way, balancing her as he traced the tip of his tongue against her slit.

“No fuckin’ panties. Tryna kill me, I swear it,” Harry growled lowly. Y/N sucked her lips into her mouth, eyeing the hinge of the door. A knock sounded from outside, the waiter probably checking in on them. He lifted the table cloth to meet her frantic eyes, “Try to stay quiet for me, yeah?”

The door opened less than a second later. The waiter entering with a tray of wine for a replacement of their empty one. “Hello there, where’s your date?“ A friendly smile directed to her.

Y/N nodded in response, a tight-lipped smile was returned, “In the bathroom,” She inconspicuously reached down to tug on Harry’s hair, warning him to not do anything. Of course, he didn’t listen.

“I’ve brought our finest selection of wine,” The waiter’s gloved hands gestured at the bottles, proceeding to explain each wine’s flavour and history. Y/N tried her best to appear present despite Harry’s warm tongue flattening to lick her deeper. Languid licks stroking her wetness from her fluttering hole to her sensitive clit, depositing the wetness under the hood. His plump lips puckering around her nub. He sucked softly, trilling his tongue.

“Which one would you like?”

Y/N’s lulled eyes snapped open, “The second one,” The waiter nodded, turning his back to uncork the bottle open. Y/N took the distraction to wet her dry lips, Harry peeking a slit from the cloth to stare at her throat bobbing as she stared at the ceiling. He smirked at the sight, dropping it to get back to work. His fingers dug on the skin of her ass planted on the chair. Heavy breathing filtering through his nose and hitting her mound as he stretched his lips to fit her whole pussy in his mouth. Y/N couldn’t help but release a whimper at the sensation.

“What was that?” The waiter turned around pouring the wine in hers and Harry’s empty glass. Harry bit her thigh as a warning to stay fucking quiet.

“Just...can’t wait to taste it,”

“Is there anything else you need?”

Y/N shook head immediately, “No, you can leave now,” Barely holding on to the moan she wanted to release. The door closed shut, exhaling a sigh of relief. “Holy shit, Har,”

“Great job, baby. I can’t wait to taste it too,” Harry tightened his wet muscle, firming the tip and using it to outline circles around her entrance. He traced the rim of her opening, gathering all the sweet juices that he had yet to savour, humming low in his throat as he swallowed it down. Groaning heavily against her core, his nose pressing into her clit in added stimulation. She wanted to scream. Her throat ached to yell out his name instead of being forced to experience this much pleasure without an outlet. Y/N wanted to see his face but she was too fucked out to reach over and hold the cloth. The mystery of not knowing his next actions heightening her anticipation, clenching her stomach with the unknown sensations. She balled her hands into a fist, slamming them against the table that had Harry chuckling

He curled his tongue inside of her, feeling each groove of her core, slicing each wall with an intimate stroke of his tongue. He dropped his legs from his shoulders. She just about shrieked when Y/N felt his middle and ring finger prodding her tight hole, petting her slit as he kissed around her body. She felt frustrated at him for taking away his tongue. She felt absolutely insane and out of control when his fingers plunged into nudge at her swollen g-spot, tapping his tongue rapidly against her button, “You’re so good to me,” She sighed, allowing her body to slouch, her thighs shaking with his abuse. She was sure that the waiter won’t be entering for a while.

“Taste so good for me,” He muttered in response, moaning at the way a clear, thick liquid attached to his bottom lip. He swiped his tongue to break the string, savouring her taste. His fingers curled up, jolting her hips along with the wave of pleasure he was providing her. Silent whimpers littered her mouth, desperate pleas of his name escaping her lips in breathy gasps. Her hand grabbed the back of his head, encouraging him to continue his actions.

Harry made out with her pussy--a full lip-smacking, tongue grazing session with his fingers toying inside of her. He pulled his fingers out of her. She hissed in response, mumbling quiet begs.

“What was that?” He asked arrogantly, instructing her to hold the cloth so that they could see each other. “Want somethin’ from me? Tell me what,”

Sweat dripped on her chest, slipping under her dress. Her eyes clenched shut as she tried to collect her heaving pants into a calm breath, “I want your tongue on me and your fingers,”

“You want my tongue, honey?”

She whined at the nickname, pushing her hips up to feel something. Anything. She was so desperate to cum that she nearly forgot where they were. Her half-eaten dinner was cold from being untouched. The meal was probably in the hundredths yet the only thing she cared about was coming undone.

“Yes, please,”

He granted her wish to stick his tongue further in her pussy until a pull at the back of his throat prevented him. He explored her center with ominous hunger, cheeks wet with spit and arousal. He pressed his face closer, a newfound determination to make her cum right under his nose. Strong strokes of his tongue planing up her nerves almost to the point of pleasurable pain. The harshness of his licks splitting her pussy around his tongue. His mouth pulled her clit, harshly sucking at the nub until it popped from his mouth. Leaning into taking it into his mouth again, humming low in his throat to push her further over the edge. Watching the engorged bundle of nerves redden with his deep sucks and trilling licks. He shook his head, dipping the tip of his tongue into her core, letting his movement prod her walls.

“C’mon, puppy. Cum for me,”

She sobbed feeling the electricity sparking. The coiling spring in her stomach tightening to the point that she could feel the heat radiating from her body. The chilling in her spine buzzed with each flick of his muscle stroking her up and down. Tiny pricks of pins and needles flickered her bum, the rough movements of her hips rubbing her ass against the coarse seat. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, white noise filling her ears. She hadn’t had the sound mind to muffle noises with her palm, leaving every cry she had to release in the open air. Luckily, Harry snaked his arm to cover her mouth just as she heaved a tortured sob. His palm getting wet with tears that exuded from her strained eyes from the force of her orgasm exploding from her center to the rest of her body.

Her fingers twitched with the need to ground herself. Toes curled in her high heels while Harry continued to prolong her orgasm with slick rubs to her clit. His fingers spreading to squeeze the nerve in between, catching the nub at its most heightened sensitivity until she had to push him away, using the tip of her heel to nudge at his torso.

Harry slipped out from under the table, knees cracking from being bent for too long. He stretched his arms over his head. He used his napkin to wipe his dripping fingers, sipping his wine while Y/N panted tiredly.

“You’re insane. I can’t believe you did that,”

He rolled his eyes, “I can’t believe you almost got us caught,” He inspected the questionable stains on his maroon velvet suit, clicking his tongue as if to say ‘oh well’.

“You’re the one who kept going!” Y/N defended, crossing her arms over her chest. She stood up on shaky legs to give him a hug, burying her face in his chest. “Next time, it’s going to be you,”

Harry pushed her back by her shoulders, “Me? What do you mean?” Y/N swatted his chest in annoyance. As if he didn’t know what she meant.

She glazed her eyes over with innocence, a pout on her lips, “I dunno. Might just duck under the table and lick your cock. Maybe even suck the tip. You know how much I love your taste,”

He tensed in her arms, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, “You wouldn’t,” He chuckled in denial, knowing full well that she wasn’t the type to do something as dirty as that.

“No?” She mirrored Harry’s words from earlier, tilting her head to the side. “But I wanna watch you squirm in front of everyone. Wanna feel your big cock deep in my throat and they’d have no idea that you’re letting your little girl suck you off under the table,”

The hardness in his pants nudged her lower stomach, forming a discernible bulge in his black trousers. He was not only a narcissist. Harry wasn’t one to shy away from exploring his sex life with Y/N, wanting to do anything and everything with her.  Uncomfortable blurts of precum soaking his boxers at the thought of having to act as if he wasn’t quite literally getting his dick sucked by Y/N’s heavenly mouth.

He can’t wait for their next date.

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do y’all wanna see what happens on their next date 👀

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[breadoffoxy]

Cramps & More

Summary: Mother nature hits in full force, and you’re overwhelming emotions make you question your relationships. Comfort ensues.

Pairing: Jimin x f. Reader x Taehyung

Genre: NSFW, Period angst and comfort

Warnings: NSFW, no smut but refers back to previous chapters slightly, mentioned nudity, period symptoms, negative thoughts/low self-esteem

Word Count: 1,776

A/N: No smut in this one, but still some nice Vmin sandwich goodness. This is me just trying to write some angst out in my period feels and trying to cheer myself up.

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You feel like you are in a cocoon being wrapped up warm and safe as you slowly wake up. It takes a moment for you to realize it’s a hard, naked body behind yours with long legs entangled messily with your own. As if sensing you're waking up, an arm pulls tighter around your middle and something soft traces the top of your head. It's perfect. You shift to snuggle more into the warmth, a content smile on your lips.

Until the cramps start drilling into your side.

Eyes shooting open, you try to scramble out of the morning spoon you find yourself in. A displeased groan sounds off behind you.

"Y/n, whyyyyy." A deep voice, even deeper and gravely than normal with sleep, groans, signaling it is Taehyung wrapped around you like a koala.

"Tae, I need to go to the bathroom." You whisper hastily. Pulling at his arm, you try to unravel him from your form.

"Come back, ok?" He says before you are free and darting off to the bathroom without a response.

You close the door behind you and root through your cabinet door, happy to find that you are in stock of your hygiene products. You sit on your toilet and groan as your sides convulse. The feeling of leaking always made you uncomfortable even after all these years.

There's a knock on the door followed by a "You ok, y/n?" Making you realize you must have lost track of time sitting on the toilet.

Running a hand through your hair, you shout. "Y-yeah...yeah I"ll be fine Tae. Just give me a moment." You get up and clean up after that, trying to be quick to not make your friend worry you were dying in the bathroom. It felt like you were though.

The site in the mirror makes you freeze. Your hair is astray and face is blotchy. You look like a swamp witch so you quickly throw some water on your face and do your best to tidy your hair in a couple of seconds. When you open the door and see Taehyung lounging on your bed in all of his naked glory, you feel inadequate in front of the adonis that is your friend.

Taehyung stretches his arms out, signaling for you to join him back in bed after seeing you hovering at the bathroom door. "Come here, you."

A strong feeling is pulling at your heart and the next thing you know you are diving into the bed and into Tae's arms. He's quick to wrap his arms around you and entangle his legs with yours again. This time though your facing each other. You look up shyly, stepping over the pile of strewn clothes and seeing the remains of your broken chair on your way to the bed were clear reminders of all the filthy things you were up to yesterday. "H-hey."

"Hey, princess." Taehyung says happily, bumping his nose against yours.

Despite the clear look of happiness and comfort your friend was showing you, your insides twisting and the overactive, negative thoughts you get from your period make you oblivious to his signals. Your insecurities were ringing out, making you second guess everything. Hiding your face in Taehyung's chest you let out a long groan, hoping it gets your frustration out.

Warm hands are instantly rubbing at your back soothingly. "Woah, I'm here with you, breathe in with me...now out, there you go."

You didn't even realize you were holding your breathe until Taehyung's instructions. You wrap yourself tighter around him, hoping it would anchor you safely. "I'm sorry."

The hands continue to rub soothingly into your back. "There's nothing to apologize for, talk to me baby, what's wrong."

Baby. He's never called you that before. What does it mean?

"It's stupid." You grumble into his chest, rather not elaborating on your worries. Knowing it's stupid doesn't make them go away.

"It's not if it's stressing you out like this." A large hand comes to rest on your cheek and guides you to look up at wide, empathetic eyes.

You cringe a little as you force your inner thoughts to escape your lips. "About last night..." You lick your lips; everything suddenly feels so dry and your hyper-aware of yours and your friend's nakedness. Taehyung's lips slip into a frown as you trail off so you quickly try to continue. "It was amazing, really, I honestly can't believe that all happened, but I feel like I took advantage of you and Jimin. I basically threw myself at you like a slut-"

"Hey." Taehyung speaks firmly, effectively cutting you off. He was going to let you finish but he couldn't take any more. "Never put yourself down like that." His thumb starts rubbing circles soothingly into your cheek. "I know I'm speaking for Jimin here too when I say we never saw you taking advantage of us nor we would never think of you as a slut. If anyone was taking advantage it was us. Do you regret it?"

Instantaneously, your answer was, "No."

"Neither do we."

Before anything else can be said the smell of something amazing wafts into your room and Jimin bursts through the doorway singing, "I made pancakes~"

A small smile breaks out on your face at your half-naked friend prancing around your house somehow carrying three large plates of strawberry pancakes, one even having suspiciously more strawberries than the other two. Taehyung’s nose nuzzles into the side of your face happily at the turnaround of your emotions.

“Jimin.” Taehyung’s breath tickles your skin, making you wiggle in his arms. “Tell y/n how great they are.”

Jimin hands Taehyung the extra strawberry plate before stepping on to your bed and carefully navigating over the tangle of limbs. He sits down on the other side of you, putting one plate beside him and the other in his lap. “I’d say you’re an absolute angel, but that’s my job.” Jimin starts cutting up the food on the plate in his lap. Him considering that possibility is a big compliment in itself. “Now, sit up so I can feed you.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You slide yourself up so your back is resting against the headboard. Taehyung is still laying down next to you, arms wrapped around your legs and head in a nearly dangerous spot in your lap.

“But I want to spoil you.” Jimin grins, holding out a fork with a bitesize amount of pancake and strawberry.

You can’t help but eye the fork for a moment before slowing wrapping your mouth around it. You slide your mouth off the fork, munching happily. “T-thanks.”

Jimin eyes probe your own, and you glance away feeling self-conscious at his attention. “What’s wrong y/n? Remember, you can tell us anything.”

“I just…” cramps hit your side making your roll into yourself. Taehyung nuzzles his face further in your lap and massages at your sides. “period stuff. Sorry, I get in my own head.”

“Hey, what did I say about apologizing?” Taehyung admonishes. The sight of him looking up at you through his hair sends the butterflies through your chest, but a wave of cramps sends them flying away.

“N-not to.” You groan.

“Is this about yesterday?” Jimin practically shoves another forkful of food into your mouth.  “I for one had an amazing time, god you’re so sexy.”

“No, I’m not-“ before you can finish your sentence, another forkful of pancakes and strawberries is pushed into your mouth, forcing you to chew.

“No, I don’t want to hear it you sexy beast.” Jimin admonishes. He looks at your lap to look at Taehyung.

“They were saying bad things, like calling themselves a slut before you came in.” Taehyung tattles. You pinch at his shoulder in betrayal as Jimin’s gaze settles on you again with heavy disapproval.

“Yah, none of that in this house you understand.”

“…but this is my house?” You question with a tilt of your head.

“Makes my statement even more true then.” Jimin continues to feed you as he talks. “You enjoyed yourself, right?”

You nod with a mouth full of pancakes.

“Then I don’t see what the problem is. There is nothing to be ashamed of having good, crazy sex.” Jimin nods as if that solves everything.

“Does…Does that change anything?” You ask quietly.

Your two friends share a look before Jimin replies, “Do you want it to change, to be something new?”

At your silence, Taehyung adds, “If we were only here for the sex y/n, we wouldn’t be here in bed with you like this.” He kisses your thigh to accentuate his point. “Our friendship is more important than one sex filled night.”

“Guys..” you trail off, hands clenching your wrinkled bed sheets, nose sniffling in admiration. “Thank you.”

“Awwwww.” Jimin coos. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and hugs you tight. “And the offer is open if you want to have more sexy times too y’know.”

“R-really?” The offer has your insides twisting up in a completely different way.

“We always have fun hanging out with you, and last night was no exception.” Taehyung offers as an explanation.

“Yeah, and well it doesn’t have to be just sexy times too.” Jimin adds shyly. This makes you focus on him with his sudden change in demeanor. The look in his eyes is soft and full of what you would later come to define as love. “I- we both like you, a lot.”

You’re a little shocked at the news, your eyes are wide as you try to process it.

“If you want, we could be in a relationship. Take you out somewhere nice, go on a date.”

“I-“ You start, not sure how you are going to finish. This doesn’t seem real, but the pain in your sides clearly tells you it is not a dream. Deciding to end this as it started, you let your body do the talking by leaning forward and kissing Jimin against the lips. It’s short and light, as you break it before Jimin can deepen it, which he appears he desperately wants to.  “If you’ll have me.”

“Of course.” Jimin whispers as he gives you a light kiss in return. You appreciate how he’s moving at your pace for you.

“Now, get down here and cuddle me more.” Taehyung demands.

Giggling, you follow his command, dragging Jimin down with you. Two warm bodies lay on both sides of you, giving you soft touches to ease your body and mind.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you y/n.” Jimin whispers into your ear.

“We’re happy to spoil our little princess.” Taehyung whispers in your other.

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[knowltonsrangers]

Alphabet: Lafayette

[a/n: Here’s Laf!! For the lovely @thefanficnerd ❤️Hope u enjoy! ❤️]

Marquis de Lafayette x reader

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Anytime, any place, anywhere. Between tucking loose hairs back behind your ears, to looping your fingers together in a tight hold, the answer to affection is always yes. Laf shows affection in his own ways, and it’s these little things that send you into a flurry.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Oh, literally the sweetest guy! He’s a good friend, because he’s an excellent listener and is brimming with amazing advice. He’d always give you a choice, and never turn his back. If something were to occur with your friendship, he wouldn’t get mad and blow you off. He’d like to talk it out and make amends, if plausible. Text him at 3 am? He’ll answer moments later. He’d be there every step of the way, no matter what!

The friendship could start literally anywhere. Laf is a little less shy then Baker, so he’d spark a conversation just based on the shirt you’re wearing. Sitting next to him in a long lecture hall is always entertaining, because passing notes or working on assignments together is almost a given.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

OH BOY YES. Switches between big & little spoon, but I’d say he’s 75% of the time big spoon in cuddling. Just cause he’s always wanting to show how much he loves you, and when he’s got you in front of him, it takes so much willpower to not kiss you silly. He cuddles in bed, and snuggles on the couch.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Oh yes! Yes to settling down, for sure! It’ll only take a couple months of dating to see how much of his heart he gives to you, so moving in together is a given if you are down for that!

About cooking & cleaning, man he is absolutely the best roommate on those types of things. While you both have designated chores and such when it comes to cleaning, cooking is where it becomes fun. Time in the kitchen is best spent, because of the shared meals and laughs. Getting to make dinner together is almost as fun as eating it together!

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I hate to say it, but Laf is pretty loyal to a fault. He’s extremely trusting and maybe that goes over his head sometimes. If he had to break up with you for a reason, I’d take him some time alone to really think it over. It would most likely be an argument that would ignite the fire, but maybe a build up of things start the sparks.

Breaking up would be absolutely in person, and it would be calmly stated. No fighting, because his hearts already shattered.

(this made me so sad to type ffffs)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment is 100%! When you got him, he’s yours. He wouldn’t jump down your throat about marriage, but it would come up naturally. Because it only takes him a short time to know that your his soulmate, and whenever you’re ready, he’ll wait until then!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

GENTLE is like the word I use the most to describe Laf! (especially TURN! Laf) regarding physically, his touches are feather light and full of emotions. Emotionally, I’d say he has a better guard up than most. Similar to Baker, it’d take a low blow to see him get upset or angry. He’s careful with his feelings, but he’s very open with you about them.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

If y’all ain’t holding hands, y’all are hugging. Laf loves to slide his arms around your shoulders and squeeze you silly. He loves to mumble how much he loves you in your ear, and press kisses all along your temple. 🥺

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I’d say after six months, give or take. If one of you were to go away for a while, he’d probably say it then, because half his heart is missing when you’re not around. He’d either say it in a moment of confidence, or a moment of vulnerability. If you say it first, all his doubts vanish and he’ll reply energetically the same!

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

35%? That’s a bit much, and I don’t see him as a jealous boyfriend type! it’s not so much that he’s insecure, but it’s that he enjoys and cherishes his memories with you. If someone else were to wedge in and divide your relationship in half, he’d be jealous of the less and less time spent together.

And on what he’d do? He’d talk to you about it. Pull you aside about it one night. He’s eager and willing to find a solution!

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

ANGELIC. No cap! Soft and fluttery and warm. He loves to kiss you on the corners of your mouth, but kisses are never scarce just at the tops of your cheekbones. Kissing away any sad day tears :,)

He loves to be kissed on the underside of his jaw, but he melts when you peck him on the lips.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

BEST. Dad mode? Activated. He’ll sit himself right on the ground, no matter where, and carry on a conversation with a child for as long as they’d like. If you have family that is younger or an infant, he’s all over them at gatherings and such. His voice is so caring and soft, and his accent floats along with his words in such a calming tone.

Babies fall asleep in his arms INSTANTLY

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

smooching over coffee or tea. Just kidding! Well, kinda. Good Morning kisses are a must, and while it’s very difficult to get out of bed, y’all drag each other out. Monday’s it’s Laf, Friday’s it’s usually you. By the end of the week, you’re wiped out, and Laf is just a bundle of energy.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

MOVIE DATES AND DINNER DATES AND WALKS IN THE PARK AND HAND HOLDING AND FEEDING DUCKS. Could all be in one night or just several different dates. It doesn’t matter, Laf just enjoys doing the simplest things with you!

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Rather slowly, I’d say? It’s just by his nature to want to hear the most he can about you, because he’s throughly interested. He just wants to know your favorite color, food, season.. literally everything! And don’t be discouraged that he’s not sharing his favorites with you, just ask :) He actually doesn’t even realize that he’s withholding information. There is no keeping secrets with him!

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It takes a lot, and I mean a LOT to get Laf angry. He is so usually calm and collected, that seeing him in an angered frenzy is kinda shocking. If you catch him on a bad day, be careful to note that it’s most likely not his intention to direct any anger at you. If he catches himself being cross with you, expect a dozen apologies and kisses later.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He doesn’t have a photographic memory, but it’s pretty damn close! Birthdays, anniversaries, and important dates are always on his calendar!

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

when you said you loved him back 🥺 he’d be, for lack of a better term,,, apprehensive of your response? If you say you do in fact, love him? His heart leaps in his chest and he all but jumps for joy. He’s opening his heart to you, and he’d remember that moment forever.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

BIG MAYBE. He’s not overprotective-but if some guy or gal was getting up in your business, unwanted attention of course, he’d throw an arm around your shoulder and assert his relationship to you very clearly.

Him, on the other hand, will wave you off and say that he’s fine to handle himself in these situations, because he never wants to see you get hurt. But, by all means, glue yourself to his side and shoo the other person away. A sad Laf is a sad y/n.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

10,000%. See’s a daisy outside Washington’s HQ and brings it back home to you. Because it “reminded him of you”

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Leaves coffee mugs out until they stain the bottom with brown rings.

Hm. Also known to vacuum at odd hours.

OH and the only other thing he’s guilty of is sometimes forgetting to kiss you exactly every possible moment of the day.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s effortlessly extremely attractive. He’s about as concerned as a mouse.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

THE PHATEST YES IN ALL THE UNIVERSE

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Laf has a U.S. quarter collection. Don’t @ me.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He’s not a fan of a messy house. While he is so guilty of leaving small things about, he’d never scold you for leaving your keys on the floor because they just missed the hook. But he can’t live in a mess. His desk is always tidy and beaming with professionalism.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Sleeps 8 hours a day! Snoozes with you are always a 10 on his scale. He’s always ready to fall into a nap with you, suffocating you into a hug to cuddle. Laf snores, just a bit. Not loud enough to wake you!

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#sul writes #marquis de Lafayette #lafayette #turn lafayette #turn amc #turn washington's spies #lafayette x reader #alphabet prompt

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I'd like to request if I may, Miss Raven, for "headcanons" on what a gentle eel (such as myself) would need to do in order to successfully win the hand and heart of a small, delicate bird (such as yourself)? Ufufu, I hope to get a good and useful response, my dear.

...Who let this Leech into the inbox?

Oops, I had a little too much fun writing a response to this so I had to slap everything under a cut.

***art is by loliya-art.***

The Writing Raven dies a little on the inside.

“I...I suppose I have no choice but to respond to your ludicrous request. B-Be thankful that I am so very kind...!! And keep in mind that these are hypotheticals--they are not meant to be taken as serious advice, do you understand?!”

First and foremost, honesty is the best policy! Be willing and able to communicate with her.

Get Floyd to be your wing man so that you look like the reasonable and polite brother by comparison, and if that fails, then you can get Floyd to block off any potential routes of escape so that Miss Raven is forced to be around you.

She loves nature and learning new things, so feel free to babble about your mountain hikes, terrariums, and mushroom babies. That’s sure to keep her engaged for hours on end.

As much as she would hate to admit it out loud (she would rather curl up and die), Miss Raven encourages playful teasing!

Treat her like a little princess princess carry included, and she’ll be the happiest little birdie in the whole world~ Miss Raven’s a workaholic, so it would do her some good to be pampered for once.

She doesn’t do well with compliments, whether its giving them or receiving them. Just know that if she gets flustered, you’re probably doing something right.

Easily embarrassed by innuendo, so watch that mouth of yours, Mister Leech.

Don’t you dare blow or whisper into her ears, she’s going to combust on the spot;

Miss Raven is scared of loud sounds and the dark! Try comforting her in a low murmur, and keep her close to you to get those extra affection points. You could literally talk about wanting to commit murder and it would be fine because your voice is so soothing to listen to.

Snuggles are nice, but don’t expect Miss Raven to admit to wanting any. You should take the initiative! She’s tiny, so she’s perfect for spooning.

Try offering her your jacket or coat. Sure, it may be way too big for her, but it makes her feel safe and comfortable.

Her favorite places to be kissed are the forehead and neck~ Back of the hand is fine as well.

Ideal date? Take her somewhere where there’s a lot of water--be it the beach, the pool, an aquarium, or a lake. Miss Raven’s always been fascinated by the water (though she can’t swim, so be wary if she gets too close to the deep end), and it makes her feel nostalgic. Remember to either pack dinner or take her someplace to eat afterwards, too!

Do that thing where you slick back that black hair behind your ear...

Also that thing where you just put on a shit eating grin and chuckle.

H-Handholding...too lewd, I know.

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #Raven Crowley #Jade Leech #Jade Leech thirst #question #notes from the writing raven

[tosikoarts]

SFW Alphabet | Tsukishima Hajime

Here he comes, my favorite boy. You can check tosikowrites tag for more. Warning: there’s a lot under the cut.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Showing affection is something Tsukishima forgot how to do. It is almost foreign to him after what happened with Igogusa, after years of war and service under the leadership of Tsurumi. He knows exactly how easily happiness can be acquired and how easily it can be taken away, by unknown forces and by someone close to him.

An obvious sign of interest would be gratuitous help that Tsukishima offers to the person. When everything falls out of hand, he is right there to catch. Tsukishima does little errands in between taking care of Koito’s whims and bigger ones he saves for later to look at them closer. He genuinely enjoys helping them and seeing how grateful smile lights up their face.

Another one would be small gestures like walking them home after dark or bringing unpretentious little thingies that made Tsukishima think of them. If he goes to the market and notices their favorite candy, he will surely buy it. At times, it gets more serious. For example, if they wanted nice new shoes, Tsukishima will save money up from his sergeant's salary to afford the best pair in the shop.

Letters. So many letters. A soldier's life presents a gift in the form of partings, and in order to somehow compensate frequent  goodbyes and innumerable kilometers between them, Tsukishima puts his heart and soul into letters. They may not be that frequent, and he keeps crossing out words that seem too sweet, but it is the very intimate way to maintain the precious bond.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Local mom-friend that takes care of you when you are suffering the worst hangover and saves your ass from last night’s consequences. Tsukishima puts all the effort to shield his best friend from problems, and if they are inevitable, he has a clear plan of actions how to fix unfixable and repair unrepairable.

Responsibility is another of his distinctive features. When it comes to school or work, he is second to none: Tsukishima is up to help with difficult tasks or take on the role of mentor. He is amazingly good teacher, albeit strict at times, that has the ability to explain the most confusing concepts better than that Indian guy on YouTube.

Is it worth mentioning that he is a devoted friend? It doesn’t matter what happened between him and his friend in the past, Tsukishima always comes back to them. No distance, no time, no other people are able to make him turn around and leave a friend to the mercy of fate.

Probably the friend you think you know well but suddenly it turns out he has more dark secrets than the most deranged madlad from your fried group. Also, you can’t judge him. Only accept. You know if Tsukishima had to do somthing, he had his reasons you are not allowed to question.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yeah, of course, but he hasn’t cuddled anyone in years (young whining Koito that craves reassurance and family warmth doesn’t count) so it may be awkward. It is very likely that he will simply move over, apologize, and wait for the next time when he is more comfortable with all of love dumped on him. Tsukishima doesn’t care about positions and will adapt to the partner’s desires whether they want to spoon him or be kept on his lap. Cuddles are combined with back rubs, massages, head pats, even hair brushing and braiding if they are not afraid of tangles.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Both wants to and is afraid of settling down by himself, left alone with his loved one. Over the years spent in the army, he lost the sense of life’s fullness, and now Tsukishima drifts freely without a specific direction. Military is where he belongs to, it gives him purpose and reason to exist, and as time passed, he forgot how to live outside the barracks. Gentle persuasion would be the best option to assure Tsukishima in his ability of living normal life. Maybe, owning a small house overlooking rocky shore and sparkling ocean isn’t a bad idea, he just isn’t ready to accept it. Both great in cooking and cleaning, prefers to do the latter.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He is visibly uncomfortable when confronted about working late and postponing previously such long-awaited dates. Tsukishima is lost for words since he can find none that could describe how sorry he is. Inner guilt forced him to defer this moment until the last minute: breaking-up right before another trip (the further the better) will make it impossible to crawl back to them when loneliness overtakes him again. Overthinks a lot. Nevertheless, Tsukishima finally speaks out in an even calm voice, as if he is reporting to his superiors, apologizes, and bows low. So low that chances of meeting their surprised gaze drop to zero. He quickly retreats without giving them the opportunity to say anything in return. Drinks more than usual during the trip, makes Koito nervous with unfriendly passive-aggressive aura he carries for weeks.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

This is the part where Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up starts playing because this is the man who fits all of the chorus lines perfectly. Tsukishima grows attached to the loved one fast and after this he is physically unable to think romantically of anyone else. Igogusa’s memory is another proof of his deep, borderline painful commitment. One year or year and a half is enough time for Tsukishima to start looking at municipal government office with certain interest. He takes marriage very seriously though, he dates for it, not for entertainment.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He is what a soldier is trained to be (so not so gentle in physical plane) but you don’t have to dig deep to see Tsukishima’s hidden soft core. In everyday life, he's an absolute sweetheart. All he really wants in a relationship is to love and be loved, that’s all. Tsukishima doesn't even have a lurking desire, intrusive thoughts of messing with the feelings unlike some individuals. Soft, soft, soft, and he doesn’t deny it.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

It feels like a child’s hug: tight and unhesitant, with his hands wrapped around person’s waist and face buried in their neck. Light blush covers Tsukishima’s cheeks and he can’t stop smiling. If his partner is smaller than he is, Tsukishima will pick them up, and if they are taller he will try to hug them as if to almost hide in their arms. Picking him up will result in embarrassed exclamations but Tsukishima actually enjoys their attention.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

One year is the limit. Less time than 6 months feels a little bit rushed to him and more than one year seems like an unnecessary delay. Tsukishima is expectedly sincere in his confession; he doesn’t hold back and wriggle because of how confident he is in his feelings. It is not a long rehearsed monologue but a stream of consciousness, full of confessions how he likes their shining eyes, how their clumsiness makes his day a little brighter, how their whole character amazes him from day to day. The only thing that can possibly overwhelm Tsukishima is the overthinking of their possible negative reaction. One of his biggest fears is to appear too persistent with the confession and scare them away so he puts a lot of thought in choosing the right time and the right place.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Obviously expects his partner to reject any cheeky suitor since he understands that their natural beauty is hard to resist. If they choose to accept stranger’s attentions, Tsukishima feels insulted and betrayed. Trust is a key factor in the relationship so such irresponsible attitude towards the loyalty huts him deeply and rises suspicion of oncoming break-up. Also, being in limbo and asking himself whether they want to be with him or not takes a toll on Tsukishima’s psyche. He becomes more withdrawn and taciturn and spends more time busy at work with trying to distract himself from intrusive thoughts.

If his partner decides to go around and flirt, Tsukishima will be overtaken with anger. He is furious. The glass in his hand sonorously cracks under the pressure while he watches them ungodly teasing unsuspecting men. He doesn’t start a fight or scream at his loved one and keeps everything inside. It is enough for him to witness such behavior two times to leave them without long explanations and quarrels.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

A bit inept and greedy. Tsukishima tends to defer the kiss until his partner is ready to nicely ask him for one but after that he is completely in for a ride. The last time he kissed anyone is unknown-how-many-years-ago so it is natural for Tsukishima to be a little bit sloppy and eager. Lip kisses are golden classic and fits his character perfectly. It takes a good push to shift things in more intimate direction though. The most efficient way to do it is to play on Tsukishima's weaknesses: the back of his neck as well as earlobes and straight line down the spine. A few gentle touches and hardened composed soldier melts down like an ice on the sun.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

If you want to calm down a crying baby just give it to Tsukishima. It seems like kids feel sympathy when looking at his tired face and try to cause little trouble so as not to disappoint him even more. Smart children clearly amuse him, and Tsukishima strongly encourages their desire for knowledge, their curiosity and ambitions. Every now and then sudden thoughts about starting his own family pop up in his head but Tsukishima is kind of indecisive. Right now he is not ready to take on such responsibility, but in the future, dream of starting a big family could become a reality.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

It is impossible to catch Tsukishima in the morning during work week and it still isn’t that easy on the weekend. Insomnia keeps him up at nights so his day can start a long before his partner opens their eyes. On such nights, he goes for a lonely walk around the block and, on his return, prepares a light breakfast for two. There are also rare moments when Tsukishima falls asleep right before first sunbeam reaches earth. Those are the days when he sleeps in and refuses to get up from the bed, trapping his loved one in tight cuddle. Nuzzling into their neck, Tsukishima mutters that he needs five more minutes and he will definitely let go but five minutes turn into half of hour, then hour, and he never fulfills the promise.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

A great lover of a quiet pastime he is, Tsukishima likes to spend evenings playing intellectual games like shogi and reading whatever comes to hand. One of his favorite activities is resting his head on the partner’s knees and listening to them reading aloud haikus or other classic Japanese works. On warm summer nights, Tsukishima likes to go to the river or lake for skinny dipping since most onsens are separated by gender. Even if there is one that is not, he would still prefer more secluded place where there is no reason to worry about onlookers. If his partner wants to something more active and social, they will have to choose something not too overwhelming. Small friend gatherings are okay but huge parties drain the rest of the life from him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Here is the thing: to pull personal information out of Tsukishima you have to know what to ask. You can’t say “Tell me how you got into army” and expect a little frank story, no. It would take a whole “It seems you and Lieutenant Tsurumi share some story” or something even more shifty to make him open up about this topic. It doesn’t mean that he is trying to hide something on purpose, but it definitely means he never had anyone to trust. Any claims that he is too secretive offend Tsukishima too.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Utter unshakable calmness in the middle of 7th Division craziness, either way because he has seen too much shit already or because he has no active neurons to react to it (insomnia, your know?). As a person who puts up with brain-juice leaking leader, spoiled naive brat in the dawn of youthful maximalism, mentally unstable fan boy, and mutilated lack-all on the verge of breakdown, he won’t even pay attention to small inconveniences. In quarrels, Tsukishima always appeals to rationality and perfectly avoids any escalation of the conflict. You have to ruin his life for him to snap, and when he does, someone’s neck will snap too.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Pays attention to them whenever around but forgets most of the stuff easily. Tsukishima only remembers one or two specific details that he can use practically in the future, like what their allergies are or what they want for the birthday. For the rest he has a small personal page in the notebook where he writes down little things that definitely will not stay in his memory for a long time. His writing comes in the code of abbreviations and numbers to make sure nobody pries into his personal life.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Used to be the one responsible in the group, he would probably remember moments where he was the one that had to be cared for. For once Tsukishima came down with a high fever and unbearable weakness, and it was a moment when his loved one jumped into merciless care-mode. He was put into bed with three pillows, teacup waiting for him on the nightstand, and even the most determined statements that he needed to finish some things have been met with indisputable refusal. They spun around him bringing medicine, food, and water whole day so Tsukishima couldn’t stop blaming himself for the helplessness. At the same time, his feelings of gratitude and love intensified with every thoughtful gesture so by the end of unfortunate leave Tsukishima almost regretted returning to his usual hectic life.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Previous experiences with both romantic relationship and role of sergeant-nanny taught Tsukishima one thing: danger is always there, even if it is not visible to the naked eye. A passerby can hide a loaded gun under his clothes, so there is not point to talk about hired killers, invisible diseases, natural disasters etc. Based on the above it is natural for Tsukishima be on the alert. He wants to know where his partner is going and with whom, warns them about his gut feeling if he has one, and, of course, intervenes at the sight of real danger without any second thought. Like this man would give up his life for a person who deserves it. Not at any point in time, Tsukishima expects his partner to protect him but if it happens, he will be extremely mad at them and himself too.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Tsukishima has a low social battery for the most of the time so he has to manage energy according to importance of the affairs. There is always a little bit more saved for his loved one, but you can’t really tell that he puts all of the effort into relationship. If work affairs did not suck the remnants of happiness from him, Tsukishima may stop and get a nice box of sweets or fruits. For special dates like their Birthday or anniversary, he saves money for a worthwhile present: for a female lover he would probably go for a beautiful silk tenga obi with celebratory motives or handmade jewelry box, and for male lover he would choose chopsticks with personalized engraving or exquisite lacquerware. Performs household chores well, although sometimes he has to be reminded about their existence.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Although Tsukishima is a stronghold of common sense, - he always keeps everything to himself, puts on a poker face, - once person gets on his nerves, they will see the worst side of him. Thanks to the famous reliability, Tsukishima learns where person’s weak spots are fast and he can easily hit them where it hurts with bold spiteful words.

Puts work over relationships. Setting to serve the homeland faithfully and unquestioningly rooted deep in his mind and now it is impossible to re-educate this shabby sergeant. Even in serious relationship, Tsukishima remembers about his duty as a soldier and as a son of Japan so he takes a lot of additional paperwork home.

As someone who used to be ordered around, Tsukishima still needs a guidance in the relationship. It takes a lot of thinking and weighing the pros and cons for him to make a decision but the partner’s opinion will be crucial nevertheless. In critical situations, he is perfectly oriented, but in a steady life? Not so much.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Cares enough to wash, dry, and iron his own uniform and brush up muddy toecaps of own boots. Tsukishima tries to blend in with surrounding, not to pop up, so he keeps his style in muted neutral colors (that applies to both clothes and shoes) and prefers strict uniform to anything else. In his view, moderation is the sister of style so the only thing that can make him pull off fancy apparel would be direct order from the First Lieutenant Tsurumi. Indifferent to how people perceive his physical appearance as well.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

If his partner decides it is a time to part the ways, he acts maturely, thanks them for the great moments that they shared and everything they achieved together. Even though Tsukishima is hurting, he keeps bitter reproaches to himself, knowing that lashing out won’t do anything good. It is not his style anyway. Few weeks need to pass by before the hurricane of emotions settles down and their image ceases to be associated with a romantic relationship. Instead, Tsukishima faces them again with a proposal to start everything from scratch. Leave everything behind and become friends. Just friends. No hard feelings. Honestly, being close to them is everything he asks for. If they decline, Tsukishima won’t bother them again, but if they agree, he won’t ever leave their side.

Their death is a punch to the gut. It is like Igogusa’s disappearing all over again, but more painful, more deliberate, more distinct. To say that he is heartbroken is to say nothing at all: division soldiers notice how gloomy their sergeant has become, they feel uneasy under his sharp look. It feels like one wrong word and he will snap. Now Tsukishima’s nihilism turns into total indifference to existence: he puts himself in danger just to see how long he can last.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Another one who has a great singing voice. He never ever sings in barracks or anywhere near his comrades but Tsukishima’s voice is charming: he has a sweet soothing bass-baritone that sounds the best in lullabies or ballads. Even though his partner may never hear a proper serenade, they may catch him quietly singing to their child instead of reading old fairytales.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Tsukishima can tolerate A LOT and turns blind eye to person’s bad habits for the sake of avoiding unnecessary stress. Therefore, there isn’t much that irritates him and even less that can drive him on the walls.

Grubbiness is one of the habits that Tsukishima cannot ignore. Clothes scattered around the room, unwashed dishes, and heaps of unnecessary junk get on his nerves but he keeps composure and never complains.

Loud noises, including chewing, smacking, munching, are annoying too but Koito’s constant monkey screeching desensitized him to the degree when Tsukishima takes a deep breath, prays to gods not to go apeshit, and goes on with his day.

Oh, he also hates summer. Hot temperatures force Tsukishima to soak in the bath three times more often than in winter or any other season.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Those bags under his eyes are Gucci Yoshida. Well, okay, Yoshida was established a little bit later but this is not so important. Tsukishima suffers from insomnia for who knows how long, and no doctor can help him. On sleepless nights, he just sits by the window and reads in the faint candlelight, still cherishing the hope of falling asleep in the morning. After moving in with his loved one, nothing really changed beside Tsukishima changing his habitual reading spot from armchair by the window to a more secluded place in another room. He doesn’t want to wake them up by accident.

In general, Tsukishima sleeps around 3-5 hours per day with occasional awakenings during the night. His sleep is shallow and filled with disturbing dreams in which shapeless shadows haunt him, driving him south of Mukden, where many of the Japanese brethren found eternal peace.

#golden kamuy #golden kamuy headcanon #golden kamuy imagine #hajime tsukishima #tsukishima hajime #tosikowrites

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Benevolence Part 10

You were on the run. They were chasing you down and you needed to live. You would do anything to stay alive. But does anything include falling in love? Getting captured by EXO gave you a new survival plan, but will that all go out the window when you meet someone who’s life means more to you than your own?

SURPRISE UPDATE

A/N Heyyyy... it’s been a minute, firstly i want to apologise for the long hiatus, sometimes you have to take a minute to sort yourself out, and i had lost my passion for writing. thank you to the people who have still been liking my fics and scenarios, and to the people that are actually still reading, you guy are all absolute gems. 

hopefully this part isn’t awful and I hope you like it!

also this isn’t edited, sorry 

p.s let me know if you’d like another Baekhyun POV xoxo

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun / Reader

Genre: Mafia AU, fluff, ANGST

Warning: sex trafficking mentions

Word Count: 2816

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | 

The second morning waking up next to Baekhyun was even better than the first. It wasn’t just better, it was entirely different. There was a shift in the dynamic between the two of you and it was instant. Baekhyun had seemed to, subconsciously in his slumber, decided to cross the barrier and was now holding you firmly to his chest, his head resting atop your own as his snored could be heard above you. His warm breaths fanning out across the top of your head. He was way warmer than you imagined he would be. Not like you imagined this at all… no certainly not.

Just like the morning previous, you couldn’t help but stare at him. he was peaceful. Shamelessly your eyes grazed his boyish features, not even feeling embarrassed when his eyes flickered over to meet your own. His gaze was tired, but happy. At least you thought so.

“Morning.” His voice was deep and laced with fatigue, but his smile was bright and ready for the day.

“Morning.” Your whisper was small, shy, but content. Baekhyun pulled you closer, if that was even possible. His nose rubbing against your head in affection as he inhaled deeply. One of his slender hands came to entangle in your hair, resting carefully within the strands as he cradled the back of your head. Tilting your head up to look at him, he gave you a smile, his eyes looking over your features, followed slowly by his soft lips. His kisses trailed delicately from your hairline to your forehead, leaving a loving peck on the tip of your nose, before caressing your cupids bow. Your eyes were shut in contentment. Never had you once experienced a morning quite like this one, and you were basking in every moment.

Finally his lips pressed to your own. Gently at first. Leaving a light kiss, his lips hovering over yours, not making any effort to move, but content where they were. After what felt like a decade, his lips encased your own. Moulding together in a slow kiss, both innocent and full of pining and feeling. Enough to knock the breath straight out of you. Baekhyun broke away, his slender fingers pushing the loose strands of hair away from your face, his eyes scanning over your own.

“Are you still okay with everything?” His voice was low and a whisper.

“Yeah, I mean it’s going to be weird. But I’m sure about it.” His hand moved to the back of your head, gently moving you closer to him so he could leave a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Good.” Another kiss was left, making you smile at the sentimentality of the situation.

“Wow, who knew you were this soft.” You giggled out.

“Yah!” Baekhyun pushed away from you. Untangling himself from you, Baekhyun rubbed his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. “Come on princess, time for breakfast.”

Breakfast was full of lingering kisses, small stories and playful touches. It was new and it was unreal, especially for the type of people you were. But it was nice. Yet, reality came sooner than wanted, but wasn’t rejected as you had jobs to do. After a call from Chanyeol, the both of you set out to head back to the house. As you went to leave, Baekhyun grabbed you by the waist, pulling you back into him.

“Do we have to go back?” He whispered into your ear.

“What do you mean?” You tried to look over your shoulder at him, but he had hidden his face in your shoulder blade.

“Well we slept in, we had each other. As much as I love the guys, it was nice to not wake up to them.” He laughed into your skin. And even though you were cooing at his cuteness, you couldn’t help but bring him back to reality.

“But that’s not our life Baek, that’s not how it goes for us. Also you love them boys, so don’t act all cold.” You turned around, squeezing his shoulders.

“Sadly you’re right.” Leading you out the house, you made your way to the car, ready for the journey back to the house, yet not quite ready to go back to real life.

***

Back at EXO’s house, things were calm. It was quiet, yet not unsettling. You and Baekhyun walked in hand in hand. Everything felt strange to you, as if it shouldn’t be this way. But maybe it was time for you to have some good luck for once. Baekhyun was your something good, and you didn’t want to let go of him just yet.

The two of you were close as  you walked down the hallway towards the kitchen. Sharing soft touches and shy smiles. It was all blissful until you noticed Kyungsoo leaning against the doorway of the kitchen. His doe eyes glanced down at your entwined hands, before glancing back up to you, eyebrow raised.

“Suho wants to see the both of you.” Nodding you let go of Baekhyun’s hand, sighing and turning around to head towards Suho’s office. Walking into the room you’d come accustomed to seeing, you were met with all of EXO seated around the room. Though you didn’t fail to notice Sehun sitting in the chair nearest to the desk. Rolling your eyes at the boy, you stood side by side with Baekhyun, addressing the leader of the group. you gave a surprised head tilt, noticing his new letter box red hair.

“So, Baekhyun. Would you like to report back on what happened/” Leaning back, Junmyeon crossed his arms over his chest, only looking at the man next to you. Yet you were distracted by his hair.

“Well, hyung, we were on our way back here from running some errands, when y/n noticed some men following us around. We don’t know how long they were following us, but y/n identified them as Hyunsuk’s men.”

“Is this right?” Both men turned to you for your confirmation, but you just gave a slight nod, still puzzled by the change to the leader’s hair. The men discussed what this meant between them, but you just looked around you at the rest of the members to see if there were any other drastic changes to them, noticing Kai’s green hair and Chanyeol’s pink hair. Looking back at Junmyeon you noticed his stare was on you.

“Can I help you?” His eyebrow raised at you.

“Did you all have a girl’s night in and didn’t invite us?” You smirked at him.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Your hair, its red.” You laughed. Suho rolled his eyes at you, looking down to his laptop.

“If that is all, kindly get out.” Nodding you followed Baekhyun out the room, the smirk still on your face.

Outside the office, you were ready to head in whatever direction Baekhyun was going in, planning on spending the day actually figuring out what he did within EXO. Though, before you could, Yixing came to a stop next to you, his hand lightly being placed on the crook of your elbow.

“Hey, y/n, mind coming with me? I haven’t checked your wounds in a while, after yesterday we should probably give them a look over.” His voice was kind, no sense of seeking anything else within his tone. With a shrug you agreed, smiling at Baekhyun as he gave your hand a squeeze, telling you he’d see you later, before toddling off to probably find Chanyeol.

Walking side by side with Yixing as he led you to his little infirmary, you noticed him shake his head.

“You know you shouldn’t poke Suho like that.” You turned to see the smile you could hear in his voice.

“Yeah, but it’s fun though isn’t it?” You smiled back at him, thanking the man as he held the door open for you, gesturing for you to sit on the bed.

“How you haven’t gotten in more trouble is beyond me.”

“What can I say? I’m a delight.” You smiled at Yixing’s giggle, letting him go about his examination, used to it by now.

“So… You and Baekhyun?” Yixing implies as he finishes re-wrapping your wound.

“we’re friends now, that’s all.” You look down, trying to pre occupy yourself with anything but Yixing’s stare on you.

“You can deny it all you want, but I see you…” He squints at you, making you laugh as you fix your clothes, waving him off.

“Goodbye Yixing” You call over your shoulder, heading towards the call of food.

In the kitchen you were greeted by Kyungsoo concentrating on the food he was cooking, mixing different ingredients in the pan, almost making you salivate at how good it smelt.

“I see you chose.” Kyungsoo’s monotone voice barely audible to your wandering thoughts of food.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Smiling at him you spooned a mouthful of his food into your mouth, giving a smug smile in response to his glare at your actions.

“If you want to keep it a secret, that’s up to you. But remember what you’ve chosen. If you trust him, he will trust you and if Baekhyun can trust you, we all will. Even Sehun. Just don’t run. Not anymore.” Swallowing your food, you nodded at him. Not so used to someone being so serious with you like this, you shrugged avoiding eye contact.

“Don’t worry, I plan on sticking around.” With that you left the kitchen, making your way to where you knew Baekhyun would be. The thought of seeing him put a smile on your face.

 ***

Making your way back down the corridor, you headed to the place you knew Baekhyun would be, his computer room. Knocking on the door you poked your head into the room, settling your eyes on his for. The room, as always, dark. The only light being the illumination from the screens in front of him.

“Hey” you smiled at him, walking to stand next to his chair. Swivelling around, he moved so you were positioned between his legs. His arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you into him.

“Hey stranger.” His smile held that cheekiness he always seemed to hold, but he looked happy, which made you smile just as wide.

“So Chanyeol asked about us.” You raised your eyebrow at him. “He told me I seemed different, that since coming back I’m glowing.” He laughed at the remark. “I told him what happened, he’s my best friend. I hope that’s okay?” he laid his head on your stomach, threading your fingers through his hair you massaged his scalp slowly.

“I didn’t expect anything else, I don’t mind at all, if I had a best friend I’d probably be doing the same.” Baekhyun kissed your stomach in reply, his fingertips tickling the skin underneath your shirt.

“Yixing asked me the same questions, as did Kyungsoo. I didn’t say anything definite; I didn’t know if I should yet.” Baekhyun wheeled himself back and looked at you, taking your hands in his, he nodded.

“In time we can tell them all. I want to trust you, but right now it’s so hard to…”

“I know, and that’s my fault. But I promise I won’t break it. I’m willing to give you my trust, if you give me yours too” Bending down, you planted a soft kiss on his lips, sealing the promise.

 ***

 *three hours later*

 After sitting in your room, staring at the wall for three hours, you decided it was time. You had to be truthful, if only if it was for Baekhyun.

Letting out a sigh, you knocked on the door to Suho’s office, nerves surging throughout your body.

“Come in.” Pushing open the door, you made your way to the front of his desk, staring at all the files laying across it.  “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Junmyeon sat back, his arms folding across his chest.

“I’m ready to tell you.” You looked him dead in the eyes, trying to convey confidence, sitting up in his chair, Junmyeon looked at you in disbelief.  “But… Baekhyun has to be there, and Yixing… and maybe Kyungsoo also. He kind of calms me down… it’s weird.”

“How about you tell us all?” Your confidence wavered, not sure that was something you could do, especially with one person in the room.

“Sehun…”

“Won’t say a word, I can promise you.” You nod at him. You didn’t think much of this man, but if Baekhyun can trust him, you can try to also. “Alright miss y/l/n, take a seat, I’ll call them in.

 ***

 You didn’t sit. You stood in front of them all. Actually more like paced as they all just stared at you, waiting for you to explain why they were called there.

“Oh come on.” Sehun rolled his eyes.

“Sehun.” Suho gave him a pointed look, making the man shrink in his chair.

“You don’t have to tell us right now flower.” Yixing’s voice was understanding, you looked at him thankfully, knowing that he was someone you could fully trust, and with him and Baekhyun in the room made the situation a lot easier.

“No, I have to. I want to. You all need to know; you need the truth.” You looked at Baekhyun, his reassuring smile making the nerves dissipate instantly.

“Okay, so we all know Hyunsuk was selling things, all kinds of things. That also included people, which again you already know. Hyunsuk sold girls, sometimes boys, depending on the demand. Some were sold for fun, others for trade. Some didn’t even make it out of that house alive.” Closing your eyes, you suppressed the memories that threatened to bubble up.

“And how do you know this?” Suho questioned, his voice laced with curiousness and intrigue. Looking over at Baekhyun, you blocked out the other men in the room, directing your story at him.

When I left my parents, it wasn’t because I went off the rails. My brother, he was going to be taken. They sold him. I couldn’t, I wouldn’t let that happen. So I went instead. I was old to Hyunsuk. But, instead of selling me on to someone else, he kept me. He kept me for…” your throat dried up, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

 “Y/n… Baekhyun’s voice was soft, he only wanted to protect you, you could feel that.

“No Baek, I have to tell you. The girls that stayed were used for whatever he wanted, and that was anything, sometimes we were shared.” You were looking at the floor now, feeling sick to your stomach.”

“The documents you have.” You looked over to the crisp pieces of paper laying across the desk. “The ones about the people owned, it’s the information on anyone they’ve ever sold. People and families they made deals with. It has what they were bought for.” You reached to the back of your jeans, reaching for the document you had taken unknowingly from them.

“This was in there to… if you want to know anything about me and my purpose there, here it is.” Throwing the document down on the desk, done with hiding.  Looking each one of the men I  the face, you found the confidence to carry on.

“As you have probably gathered, this is human trafficking, which is illegal. But above that this is murder. All you would need to do is find him, turn him in and his gang, though I understand it’s not that simple.”

“Thank you y/n, this has really helped us.” Suho exclaimed as his leafed through your file. Nodding, your body slumped, releasing the tension you’ve been holding in.

“Y/n?” Suho looked up at you, his eyes solely on your own. “It says here you have no family.”

“well, I never got to save my family, my brother, he didn’t make it.” You choked, the memories of the only person you ever loved being snatched away from you filling your mind.  Hyunsuk doesn’t keep his promise.” Your voice had turned dark, cold.

“I’m so sorry.” Yixing spoke up in the quiet room. Wiping the stray tear from your eye, you tried to compose yourself.

“What’s dome is done. Now can I leave? I’d like to sleep.” Suho gave you a nod, not even looking at the rest  you were gone, the sob being stuck in your throat.

Reaching your room, you swung open your door, sliding down the wall next to it, your cries finally coming through. What you didn’t know was that as soon as you had left, Baekhyun had followed. Rushing through the door, he took you into his arms, keeping you close to him, as your cries could be heard throughout the house.

“it’s going to be okay y/n, I’m so proud of you, your so brave.” Baekhyun comforted you, staying beside you as you let out everything you had been keeping inside.

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[scxrsgxrd]

Remedy // Gordon Merkel

Part Two

Part one here

Part three here

Part four here

Part five here

I really enjoyed writing the first part of this and reading everyone’s responses, so I thought I’d include another part which I hope everyone enjoys just as much! Thank you once again for your read and support, it really does mean a lot :)

WARNINGS: 18+, mature language, alcohol use, mentions of female sex work, mentions of oral sex, mentions of death

Prague, Czech Republic.

“Is it done?” An older woman sat opposite Merkel, her eyebrow raising as she watched him slip a few drops of liquid from a flask into his coffee, giving it a slight stir before discarding the spoon onto the table before them.

“Mmmm.” He mused, taking a sip of his coffee before lighting a cigarette, making no effort to blow the smoke in the opposite direction to her.

“Good boy. I told you it’d be easy.” She looked over her shoulder before sliding an envelope towards him. He sighed deeply before picking it up, flicking through it’s contents before stuffing it into the inside pocket of his coat.

“Yes, easy.” He muttered, gulping down the rest of coffee to ensure he wouldn’t have to be in her company for much longer.

“Back to Berlin is it?” She asked, leaning forward and wiping his upper lip with a napkin as he tried his hardest not to physically recoil, his fingers gripping the edge of seat and his teeth clenching as she ran her thumb along his cheek before pulling back.

“Something like that.” He stood up as quickly as his legs would allow him, and politely smiled before walking away from the table, trying his best to calm himself as he felt his knees tremble slightly.

“Merkel?” He audibly cursed as she called after him, and whipped around to see her applying a coat of red lipstick as she briefly glanced at him before turning her attention back to the small mirror she was holding.

“You know I hate to see you spending your hard earned money on trivial bullshit like alcohol and hookers.” She turned to gaze at him once more but he had already left, both fists clenched as he made his way to the nearest railway station, aching to be as far away from that woman as possible.

Berlin, Germany

Merkel sat back on his couch, thankful to finally be in the comfort of his own apartment after weeks of staying in seedy motels and hostels. He flicked through the letters that had been sent in his absence, a low growl leaving his throat as he noticed a postcard from that woman, sent from Paris.

‘Bonjour! Welcome back home, not for long I’m afraid. I will have the details of your next assignment to you in the next few days, don’t disappoint me. Much love, H.’

He screwed the postcard up, holding it tightly in his fist before launching it into the bin at the other side if the room. He had almost forgotten about the woman between his legs, blowing him as if it was the last thing she’d ever do, her exaggerated moans and whines grating on him as he took her by her ponytail, gently pulling her away from him before standing up and handing her her payment.

“But you didn’t finish.” She protested as he marched over to his door, frowning deeply as he ushered her out before slamming the door shut.

Massaging his temples, Merkel dug out his best bottle of single malt whisky and took a generous swig from the bottle, wincing slightly as he felt the warm liquid burn the back of his throat. He knew where he needed to go. He fought against his pride as he pulled his coat on and made his way over to the door of his apartment, making sure that it was locked when he left.

-

He took a deep breath as he entered the almost decaying building, hurrying down the corridors with his head down before halting at her door. Is it too late to turn back? He asked himself, remembering how he left her last time and how she would most definitely still resent him for it. Deciding not to overthink the matter, he knocked on her door twice and stood back, preparing himself for.. nothing? Slightly irritated he knocked again, this time with more purpose before hearing a large sigh and a few stomping footsteps on the other side of the door.

“It’s my fucking night off- oh.” She looked Merkel up and down several times before furrowing her eyebrows and pursing her lips, a sight that was ever so amusing to the man before him, his chuckle making her eyes narrow.

“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart. You missed me, no?” He leaned forward to plant a kiss on her forehead but she ducked down, and was about the slam the door in his face before he shoved his foot in the doorway.

“It’s my night off. Same rules apply to you as everyone else, you’re not special.” She made sure to emphasise the ending word of her statement, fury rising up inside of her as he chuckled once again.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you kitten.” He drawled, leaning against the doorframe. She considered trying to shove him out before remembering their significant height difference, she wouldn't be able to move him an inch.

“Look, we don’t have to fuck. I just want some company.” His expression softened and he produced his bottle of single malt, handing it over to her so she could study it.

After a few long seconds of gazing at the bottle she huffed and moved aside, allowing him to enter her room. He settled himself down on her bed and snorted when he saw the array of books and notepads she had left scattered over her mattress.

“What? I’ve been taking classes.” She collected her books and neatly piled them up on her chair, trying her best ignore Merkel’s bemused expression.

“You take classes and read books?” 

“Yes, Merkel, I do.” She tried her best to collect herself and take in a deep breath, but this was thwarted when he snorted once more.

“What? Because I’m a sex worker I’m not allowed to go to classes and educate myself? Because I’m not good enough? You come here after you used me last time, I don’t hear from you for months and now you have the cheek to insult me? You’re a real fucking piece of shit Merkel.” She found herself yelling at him and the smile immediately left his face, instead he stared at the floor, staying silent while she continued to yell at him.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Of course you’re good enough, you deserve to be free from all of this.” His voice was much softer now, and he stood up to place a hand on her cheek. He knew what it felt like to feel constrained by your profession, and he was almost jealous that she had found a way out, something which seemed impossible for him.

-

They spent the rest of the night drinking the remainder of his single malt, and he had asked her to read to him. Her voice was soft and soothing, and he ran his fingers through her hair as she lay with her head on his chest, reading page after page until her voice turned into a quiet mumble as she found herself drifting off to sleep. Merkel took the book off her gently, marking the page before resting it on top of the pile of her other books. He then pulled her up the bed slowly, making sure not to wake her as he lay her on her back and covered her over with a blanket. He was about to make his way over to the door, to leave, when he felt a tug at his heart. 

No. I promised myself I’d be better than this.

He sighed and gently climbed into the bed next to her, kissing her shoulder softly before closing his eyes, it wasn’t long before he found himself drifting off into a deep sleep.

The room was dark, but he was desperate to find her. He needed to find her, before they did.

“Merkel!” A pained voice called into the darkness, and he found himself running as fast as he possibly could, following the sounds of the cries of her, of his wife.

A gunshot. Then silence.

“No. No.” He fell to his knees at the scene before him, she was on the floor face down, a significant amount of blood pooling from her head. He checked for her pulse; none.

“This is what happens when you think you can betray me, this is not something you can escape.” He heard the clacking of heels nearing him, and looked up to see her standing in front of him, a satisfied smirk on her lips as he gazed down at him.

“Now, say ‘I’m sorry, Helene.’“ She hauled him onto his feet, gripping his shoulders tightly.

“I’m sorry, Helene.”

-

Merkel jumped awake, sweat pouring off him and tears streaming down his cheeks, he still couldn’t shake off what had happened five years ago; what she had taken from him.

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[mortedeveles]

Bookworm.

SUMMARY: You’re lucky enough to meet your favorite Pro Hero Red Riot at your local libraries a few times and you slowly begin to pin after him but you’re not a fool- he’s a Pro Hero and you’re a simpleton civilian, nothing could ever happen- which is why you decide to go on a blind date. You’re stuck in a loud and noisy club, and Kirishima’s the last person you expect to see there, sliding into the stool that was once your date’s. 

PAIRING: ProHero!Kirishima Eijirou x fem!reader

THEME/GENRE: romance, pining? [ONE-SHOT]

TW: mentions of drugs, cursing and attempted physical and sexual assault.

Copyright © 2020-2021 by Veles.

A/N: I wrote this oneshot with this prompt! 

- “Hey,” A says, sliding over on the bar stools to get B’s attention. “Don’t drink that. I think your date’s trying to drug you.”

this is my first Kiri fanfic! lmk what you think! if you enjoyed, please leave a like, reblog, follow and/or comment! i really appreciate the support! fb is always welcomed ^^ 

as for my mha anonnie, i’ll start working on your request! afterwards i’ll be focusing on finishing the bonuses of model for me, then resume with ‘a letter to my love’! i also have a secret project coming up <33 

‘’In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.’’

You bite your lip in excitement as you flip through the pages of the book, feeling your heart soar at Mr. Darcy's words. However, your peaceful moment was quickly interrupted by a loud voice. You sigh in annoyance and strain your ears in a pitiful attempt to block out the bothersome voice, but it only gets louder.

 ''Where is it? Darn it...'' Slowly, you raise your gaze from the book. You spot a guy in the aisle in front of you, that you managed to see through the empty spots of the bookshelf and once you recognize the guy- you freeze.

It's Red Riot. One of the top Pro Heroes and your favorite Hero. He's the manliest hero in history! You make sure to inhale and exhale shakily before you pass out from shock. 

You pinch your arm to make sure you aren’t dreaming. Red Riot, a top Pro Hero, fussing in the same library as you?! A small sting of pain confirms your suspicions- it’s reality. 

If it wasn't for his red spiky hair and teeth, you wouldn't have recognized him. Slowly, you take a deep breath and walk into the aisle he's currently standing in. A smile breaks on your lips when you see him searching through several books, fussing and muttering under his breath. 

''H-Hey,'' your voice is low and you stutter more than you'd like, but it's loud enough for him to hear. He immediately raises his head and smiles brightly at you.

''Hi there!'' the toothy grin on his face makes your cheeks warm up.

''I, it looks like you're struggling with something. I don't work here but,'' your eyes dart to his outfit. He's wearing a black hoodie of Ground Zero and a pair of black sweatpants with red sneakers. It's simple but looks irresistibly good on him. You quickly avert your gaze.

 ''I thought you could use some help. Is there anything you're looking for?'' your grip on the book tightens. 

His face brightens- more than possible, you believe- and he nods.

''Thanks! Yeah, I'm looking for a book called Pride and Prejudice?'' your eyes widen. 

''Oh,'' you say. It's the book that you're holding. 

Kirishima seems like an eager reader- who are you to deny him the book? You've read it twice, it won't harm you to share it for once.

''Here you go,'' you raise the book with a smile. 

Kirishima raises an eyebrow. He doesn't accept the book and you cough awkwardly. You hadn't even mentioned which book it was.

''Oh! I'm sorry for not explaining earlier,'' you feel like an idiot as your face warms up. ''I had the last copy of Pride and Prejudice.'' The Pro Hero's face immediately lights up and he takes the copy in his hand. His finger brush against yours and the touch makes you slightly shiver. Not in disgust nor pleasure but...something else. Though short-lived, it’s a pleasant feeling that makes your heart speed up. 

You quickly retracted your hands with a strained smile. 

''Wow!" he stares at you and then at the book with awe. ''Thank you so much! That's so manly of you!'' your heart flutters at the compliment. ''Are you sure you don't want it?'' 

You're quick to shake your head with a polite smile. ''No, it's fine! I've already read that book two times...'' you laugh awkwardly and much to your surprise, Kirishima laughs with you. His laugh isn't forced and sounds like music to your ears- masculine but so cheerful that it makes your body relax.

''Okay then,'' he smiles toothily. ''Thanks um....,'' you quickly realize that he's asking for your name.

''Y/N!'' you make sure that your voice is clear and confident. ''I'm Y/N L/N. It's a pleasure to see you around, Mr. Red Riot,'' you cringe at the odd honorific but Kirishima smiles warmly.

''You can call me Kirishima,'' he walks past you and squeezes his hand on your shoulder.

''It's a pleasure to meet you, L/N! See you soon.'' he shoots you one last toothy grin before pulling up his hoodie and walking away from you.

You're speechless- you've just had a proper conversation with your favorite Pro Hero- and barely manage to wave in response. 

The next week, you were back at the library. You had been a bookworm since a child and while some found solace in friendship and social gatherings, you found peace and solace in books.

This time, you unconsciously made sure to not look like a homeless like you usually do- and wore a pair of skinny jeans, a loose t-shirt, and a pair of vans. 

A part of you said that it was in case you bumped into Kirishima again, but those were just silly fantasies. He was a busy Pro Hero, defending the citizens of Japan. What chances did you have of bumping into him again at the same library?

Turns out that you had every chance in the world since you spotted him slouched in a chair, a new book in his hands. You smile warmly at the sight of him. His red hair makes him even more noticeable but thankfully, the area he's in is pretty much empty so no one has noticed the Pro Hero.

''Hello, Kirishima,'' a smile plays on your lips as you look down at him.

He immediately perks up at your voice and quickly rises from the chair, greeting you with a lovely smile.

''Hey, L/N! I'm glad I caught you here. How are you doing?'' his voice is earnest and you fight back a blush. 

''I'm doing great, thank you. How are you doing, Kirishima?'' you sit down on the chair next to him and he quickly repeats your actions.

''I’m doing okay, but I feel better now that I’ve seen you,'' you can't help but stare at the faint blush that covers his cheeks. Did he blush because of you? Was he...flirting with you?

You giggle at the thought and smile at him with confidence.

''So, what did you think of the book?'' you inquire. You notice that his right foot is tapping the floor repeatedly- is he nervous?

''The book?'' he sounds confused for a couple of moments. ''Oh! I loved it! The writing was so alluring and I think it was quite romantic,'' he grins widely and you can't help but agree with him.

''I'm glad to hear that,'' you smile softly. ''Are you here for another book?''

Kirishima nods vigorously and you laugh quietly. He seems like an eager child.

The two of you engage in some relaxed chatting- exchanging some gentle touches and by the end of your conversation, both of you are blushing.

You continue to visit the library weekly and so does Kirishima. He's incredibly kind, respectful and such a gentleman, you can't help but develop a small crush on him.

It brings you immense joy when he asks you out on a date. It's nothing too fancy, he told you with a sheepish smile. The two of you would meet at a park and perhaps get some coffee.

You wait impatiently for the day of your date. And finally, you're starting to get dressed for your date when your phone rings with a message. The contents make you frown.

Kirishima: Good evening Y/N,

Kirishima: I'm so sorry, but I won't be able to make it for our date today. Some Pro Hero business came up.

Kirishima: I hope you can forgive me. Can we reschedule?

Your heart drops and all your insecurities begin to seep into your heart. A part of you wants to believe him- he's a Pro Hero, after all, his agenda must be pretty busy- but the insecure part of you suggests that he decided that he wasn't interested in you anymore.

You type out your reply with a heavy heart.

Y/N: It's okay, Kirishima

Y/N: Sure, let me know when.

Once you send the message, you immediately call your best friend. Your date being canceled has put you in a foul mood and your best friend always knows how to cheer you up.

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''I think you should try going on a blind date, Y/N?’’

‘’You two aren't dating after all and I think you should still have your options open,'' your friend suggests but you frown. By the way, she phrases it, sounds like she's considering your romantic partner options as objects.

''Actually, I know just the guy!'' your friend exclaims. She drops her yogurt on the table and claps her hands together.

''You do?'' you ask absentmindedly, swirling your yogurt with a wooden spoon. Your eyes drift to the customers that are entering and leaving the yogurt shop.

''Trust me, you'll love him. He's extremely attractive, charming and I can guarantee that at least if you don't date, you'll have a great night,'' she winks and you laugh briefly. 

Maybe your friend was right. There was no reason why you should limit your options. 

You're a nobody, a mediocre citizen, the insecure part of you whispered. He's a famous Pro Hero. Did you expect a date with him? He’s way out of your league. 

The insecure thoughts make you swallow visibly and shove yogurt into your mouth in an attempt to distract yourself. 

Your friend's words lead you to your current situation- standing outside of a loud club. Clubs weren't particularly your favorite spot, but the guy had told you to meet him there. He said he would show up in a denim jacket, black tee-shirt, and jeans. His hair color was a light brown.

You patiently waited for him to arrive since you had arrived early. Once you spotted him between seas of people, you wave vigorously with a forced smile. 

The moment he spotted you, he smirked and waves back. You've only known for a couple of seconds, but there's a feeling of dread and fear boiling in your stomach.

''Hi!" you eagerly greet him once he's in front of you.

There's a confident smirk on his face and he introduces himself as Fumihiro Bando. The two of you quickly slip inside the club and linger at the bar, having a light conversation.

Even though he hasn't done anything wrong yet, there's something about him that you can't wrap your finger around. Something about him makes you want to run away, but he's been nothing but polite to you, so you decide to brush the feeling away.

''Here,'' he speaks loudly over the booming music and hands you a drink. ''I'll be right back, I'm going to get more drinks,'' You open your mouth to disagree but he quickly turns around.

A sigh escapes your lips as you toy with the straw of your drink. He was attractive- you couldn't deny it, but you didn't feel any type of connection with him. Not to mention that something about him didn't feel...right.

“Hey,” A voice speaks up next to you. You stop nursing your drink and turn to the left, and stifle back a shocked gasp. An oddly familiar bulky redhead is sliding into onto the stool next to you.

Kirishima is sitting next to you and the look on his eyes makes you furrow your eyebrows. Being so close to him makes you blush and goosebumps rise on your skin, he's so close that you notice how he smells like. It almost feels...intimate. 

You aren't strangers with the man, he's talked to you before in the library but this is different- it feels different. The environment isn't like before. You're not in your usual baggy clothing and neither is he- you're wearing a revealing skin-tight outfit that accentuates your body and he's wearing black jeans, a white tee-shirt that presses against his muscles and to top it all of it, a black leather jacket. He's oozing seduction. 

It seems that all the confidence you gained from the alcohol evaporates and for a few moments, you feel painfully sober as you attempt to speak.

''H-hi...'' is all you can manage. Even though you sound like an idiot, Kirishima offers you a sympathetic smile before his gaze drifts to the drink in his hands. His eyes narrow.

“Don’t drink that. I think your date’s trying to drug you.” his voice drops down to a whisper. Your eyes widen and your hands immediately loosen around the glass you were carefully holding seconds ago.

''What...?'' you swallow nervously and search for an answer in his expression. He seems to be on alert- his eyes are constantly changing focus- surveying the entire club.

''How do you know that?'' you murmur. ''Why...um,'' your voice dies down when you spot your date from afar. He hasn't spotted you yet and he's weaving through crowds but it feels like someone dumped a bucket of insects on your head. You can feel goosebumps crawl all over your skin.

Kirishima seems to notice this and presses his hand on your back, steering you away from the bar.

''Let's go,'' he whispers in your ear as you rise from the stool. ''It's best if you lose him. I'll get you somewhere safe, okay?'' 

You can barely walk and keep up with his long strides, your legs are trembling and your toes feel numb. 

During the entire time, Kirishima keeps his hand on your back- it doesn't lower or move at all, but he keeps his grip firm as he helps you weave through the crowds of dancing bodies. 

Once the two of you are outside of the club, you breathe in the fresh air and feel your body tremble harder. 

Kirishima begins to rub circles on your back and whisper comforting words. You can feel your breathing regulate and you slowly regain your composure.

''There you are.'' the cold voice of Fumihiro Bando makes you freeze.

Kirishima turns around to face him and places you behind him.

''Hey there,'' Kirishima's tone is friendly, but his eyes are narrowed. ''Do I know you?''

Fumihiro scoffs and looks at the redhead with disgust.

''Ditching me for another guy? I've barely met you for a few moments and I can tell you're a fucking whore,'' he snarls. 

Your pride stings with his words and Kirishima stiffens at his words.

''That isn't very manly,'' he says calmly. ''Apologize to her. It's unmanly to disrespect woman.''

Fumihiro snickers and steps forward, glaring daggers at Kirishima. 

''Why don't you shut the hell up and fuck off?!'' Fumihiro pushed Kirishima, but he didn't even budge. The push did absolutely nothing to him. Fumihiro seemed to notice this, as he swallowed visibly and took a step back.

''Do you realize who you're talking to?'' Kirishima said coldly. ''I would calm down if I were you.''

He scoffed and glared at the redhead. 

''What? Your gym muscles aren't scaring anyone, buddy.''

''Those aren't gym muscles, you dickhead,'' a new voice growls. You jump and tighten your grip on Kirishima's arm. 

A tall, lean but muscled guy with spiky blonde hair and blood-red eyes steps out of the club and glares at Fumihiro- and it takes you a minute to recognize who it is- Pro Hero Ground Zero!

Oh dear, you think. Your legs are jittery- meeting two Pro Heroes in one day? You're ready to faint.

''You're disrespecting the Pro Hero Red Riot, you piece of shit,'' Ground Zero growls. Fumihiro's eyes widen. ''And me, by being here. Now fuck off before I get angry.''  Fumihiro scowls but scrambles away and once he's out of your eyesight your body relaxes. Kirishima brings you forward, a hand on your back. Ground Zero's narrowed eyes drift to you.

''Thanks, Bakugou!'' Kirishima says with a toothy smile. 

''Tch. Whatever. Who's this?'' his tone is brash and rough, but you can tell he's good friends with Kirishima. 

''Oh! This is Y/N, a friend of mine,'' your cheeks feel warm. 

Bakugou grunts and gives you a nod of acknowledgment which you return with a small nervous smile. 

''I'm going to walk Y/N home, Bakugou, so I'll head out early today. See you,''

The blonde grunts in response and retreats into the club. Once he's gone, the environment is oddly silent. The faint echo of the music inside the club makes the walls vibrate. You swallow nervously and raise your gaze to Kirishima, who's already watching you with a comforting smile.

''Thanks,'' you murmur. And then you realize how everything must've looked like- the moment he canceled out on your date, you left to leech onto another guy. God, you slightly cringe. This is not good.

''It's not a problem,'' Kirishima's voice is smooth and lighthearted, a big contrast to yours. 

You sigh and pinch your nose. ''I'm sorry, Kirishima, I...'' you trail off. Kirishima clutched your right hand and squeezes it. He offers you an understanding smile.

''It's okay, Y/N. I don't want to imagine how you felt and I'm sorry for canceling. I was really busy that day.''

Your heart feels heavy at his words. He's so sweet and nice your heart feels like it's about to explode.

''I know Kirishima but, I shouldn't have gone on this date. My friend convinced me into going and the dude tried to drug me...'' you groan and force down the desire to cry. ''I'm such an idiot. I'm sorry. I'll understand if you don't want to see me again...''

Wiping your eyes harshly, you lower your gaze to Kirishima's fancy shoes and sniffle.

''Hey, hey,'' he grabs your chin gently and presses a hand on your shoulder.

''Don't feel bad, sweetheart. It's not your fault. I'm not mad, you don't owe me anything, okay?'' he murmurs the last few words, brushing his finger on your chin.

''Th-thank you.'' without hesitation, you lean forward and wrap your arms around his back.

''You were free to reject me or decide to move on. I won't judge you, because it's your decision and not mine. Okay?''

His bright red eyes are staring directly into yours. Your entire body feels body and you sniffle. 

Your hug takes him by surprise- he tenses before relaxing and wrapping his arms around you. He's so tall you can barely reach his collarbone. You sniffle and bury your face in his chest.

''I'm sorry for crying... I've just had a long day.'' Your words are muffled but Kirishima understands them perfectly. 

''It's okay,'' he rubs his hand in circles on your back. ''You have nothing to apologize for.''

The two of you stand there for a few minutes until you gain back your composure. His arms are warm and strong, you feel at home in his hold. 

Sniffling, you pull back and rub at your eyes. ''Thanks for watching out for me, Kirishima. I don't know how I can ever repay you.'' you bow politely.

Kirishima chuckles. He smiles crookedly and crosses his arms over his chest.

''Of course.'' 

''Well...you could repay me with a date.''

Your face warms up and you smile. 

Kirishima's grin widens and he steps forward. You giggle at his actions.

''I'll be looking forward to our date. But for the moment, I think I'll walk you home. Is that okay with you?''

''So...'' you fiddle with your keys. ''Thanks for everything, Kirishima.''

You nod and smile brightly. Kirishima smiles and the two of you begin to walk towards his car.

The two of you exchange a comfortable conversation during the car ride and before you know it, Kirishima and you are standing at your doorstep.

He smiles in response. ''Call me Eijirou.''

Your eyes widen but you nod in response. Before you can lose the little amount of courage you've gathered, you stand on your tiptoes and press a kiss on his cheek.

''Thank you for everything, Eijirou.''

His eyes widen and you giggle as you watch his face redden and his hand hovers over the spot you kissed him.

''No-no problem!" his voice is squeakier than usual but there's a bright grin on his face. 

''I'll text you in the morning?'' he asks uncertainly. You nod and unlock your door, stepping inside your house.

''I'll be waiting for your message,'' you say with a teasing smile.

Kirishima smiles and nods. ''Good night, Y/N! Sleep well.'' 

You softly bid him goodbye and close the door behind you. With a smile, you lay on your sofa and press a hand over your beating heart.

The way Kirishima makes you feel is a powerful feeling- scary to an extent, but you're more than ready to explore this feeling with him. 

a/n: as always lovelies, please leave a like, reblog, follow and/or comment if you enjoyed! <3 have a good day! 

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[justanother-unluckysoul]

Working My Way Back To You 3/?

Killian gets captured. When Emma finally rescues him, he’s traumatized and nearly broken from the torture he endured. Angst and h/c galore as Emma helps him through it.

I tried to go easy on the whumpy side of it since it’s supposed to be for Comfortember, but it’s me so I probably failed lol

For the prompts “first day/night,” “nightmare,” “cuddling,” and “afraid to sleep.” Killian finally gets some of the comfort he deserves, and I brush off Emma’s failed healing with a hopefully plausible excuse lol

No special warnings for this chapter.

Also, this is unbeta-d so forgive my errors.

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Thank you, my lovely readers, for your kudos, likes, reblogs, and comments! Knowing you are enjoying this story brings a smile to my face, and motivation to my fingers for typing up further chapters.

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Working My Way Back To You

First Day/Night + Nightmare + Cuddling + Afraid To Sleep

Snow takes Henry back home while Emma remains at her pirate’s side through the night. Killian is wearing his pyjamas that Snow had brought from home, looking small and pale in the hospital bed, blanket pulled up to his chest. His scruff has nearly become a full beard and Emma is struck with a sudden and rather ridiculous desperation to trim it back to its usual length. She’ll have to ask her parents to bring some more things when they visit in the morning. As night falls, Killian wakes only briefly, mutters Swan and promptly passes out again. And Emma dims the lights and settles in the cot across the room, sleep pulling at her until finally she too succumbs. Just to wake sometime later to Killian shifting restlessly and mumbling through a nightmare. She immediately goes to his side.

“Easy, Killian,” she says softly, not wanting to wake him fully, only to draw him out of his dream, “It’s okay. I’m right here.”

She’s not sure where to touch without startling him, remembering how disoriented he had seemed earlier, and how many injuries he’d suffered before his rescue. Emma settles for running her fingers through his greasy hair.

“Sshh, it’s alright. You’re safe, Killian, just relax.”

It seems to work. Killian’s breathing evens out and his agitated movement calms. But only for a little while, before he inhales sharply, and his eyes fly open and he lurches upright with a strangled yell. Emma grapples with him as he attempts to swing his legs over the edge of the bed. The monitors start up a frantic alarm.

“Killian, stop. You’re alright. Don’t get up.”

“No…” his voice is almost a whimper, the sound pulled from the back of his throat as he tries to push her away.

The action must hurt him, trying to use his wounded hand like that, and he groans, curling in on himself and tilting towards Emma. He doesn’t seem to have any fight left in him, so Emma changes her hold so it’s less restraining and more steadying.

“You were dreaming,” she tells him.

“Dreaming.”

He sounds dazed, his rapid breaths a painful-sounding rasp. His head bobs, like it’s suddenly too heavy to hold up. He tips further into her embrace. There’s a sound in the doorway and Emma looks over her shoulder to see a nurse has come to check on them. Emma shakes her head - she’s got this. She turns her focus back to Killian.

“Lie down, alright?”

“I d-don’t… Emma?”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

He draws away from her so he can look into her face, and he’s trembling as his glassy eyes take in her features. He gasps softly.

“Emma. Emma. Emma,” he whispers over and over again, and he’s looking at her with a sort of awe and reverence, like she’s a literal angel come to save his soul.

He raises his bandaged, splinted hand to her cheek, just barely making contact with her skin, careful not to hurt himself. Emma swallows the lump in her throat, both her own hands on his face, caressing and calming. She can’t seem to stop touching him. Killian doesn’t seem to mind at all.

“I’m right here, Killian, it’s okay. You’re in the hospital. You’re safe. You just need to sleep, okay?”

But that raises some more strength out of him and he renews his efforts to get away, finally succeeding in getting his legs to hang off the bed, but he’s content to stop there. Emma’s relieved – she didn’t want to have to really wrangle him down, if he’d attempted to leave.

“No. No sleep. Not… I can’t-”

Killian cuts himself off, makes a sound like a growl and squeezes his eyes closed, taking several deep breaths in an apparent attempt to calm himself. When he opens his eyes and speaks again his voice is closer to its usual timbre.

“I just need a moment, love. I’m alright, I just… I don’t want to go back to sleep just yet.”

“Okay.”

She sits next to him and Killian leans heavily against her. His bandaged hand trembles in his lap, his head on her shoulder, seemingly craving her closeness. Emma wraps her arms gently around him in response, and Killian flinches slightly before sighing deeply, the tension draining out of him. The nurse quietly checks the monitors and nods reassuringly at Emma before leaving them.

“I’m sorry I can’t heal it,” Emma murmurs, “I’ve tried but my magic isn’t working.”

“It’s… it’s alright, Emma. You’ve done… enough. I can handle this.”

“I know you can, but you shouldn’t have to.”

“They used a bloody enchanted… hammer to do this, that may be why…”

He pauses to take another breath, the simple acts of speaking and breathing apparently too much to do at once. Emma presses a kiss against his head, her stomach lurching at the image his words have brought to mind. And good God, does he need a real shower to wash the grease out of his hair. Apparently, her magic had missed that part.

“We can talk in the morning, okay? Just rest for now.”

She doesn’t want to think about Killian’s hand being beaten with a hammer. Enchanted or otherwise. She holds him close and he’s almost burrowing into her, his own embrace around her a bit awkward as he’s being careful not to hurt his hand but it feels so nice like this, their breathing settling into sync. Emma would be fine with staying this way forever, with Killian in her arms, breathing, alive, real. But then Killian slowly sits upright, the look on his face saying he’s also hesitant to move from this comforting interlude.

“Water?” he asks, his voice cracking slightly.

Once Killian’s had a drink (small sips, Emma cautions), they end up spooning together in the narrow bed. Emma remains pressed tightly against Killian’s back, her arm wrapped around his torso, listening as his breathing deepens into sleep, despite Killian’s previous insistence that he didn’t want to.

 Emma wakes to sunlight streaming through the window, which she’d forgotten to draw the blinds on last night. Killian’s still asleep, and she carefully slides off the bed and stretches her stiff muscles. Killian doesn’t even stir. He looks peaceful, the deep lines of pain and fear that had been on his face yesterday now smoothed out in sleep. She can feel her own tension easing at the sight of him, safe and whole. More or less. They can work through whatever comes next. But as much as Emma would like to stand there and watch Killian sleep, nature calls. And she also needs caffeine if she wants to get through the day.

 A few minutes later and Emma’s feeling a bit more awake after washing her face and with the scent of coffee wafting from the cup in her hand. Her phone rings as she’s heading back to Killian’s room. It’s Snow.

“How’s Killian?” she asks without preamble.

“Still sleeping,” Emma says, “He had a rough night. But the doctor said he should be okay; he just needs to rest and heal.”

“Mentally as much as physically, I imagine.”

“Yeah.”

 Killian’s thoughts are sluggish, and his movement is slow and clumsy. At least they have finally released his wrist from that damned shackle so he could lie down. Perhaps now he can escape? His eyes feel gritty when he opens them and bloody hell, he can’t see straight. He can’t think. His throat feels scraped raw from thirst. Killian forces himself to sit up, wraps his arm around his ribcage as pain steals the breath from his lungs. The pain is a living thing, curling around him, muddling his thoughts, searing through his fingers- Oh gods, his fingers. The clean, white bandage around his extremity hides the damage he knows they’d dealt it. His only hand now crippled. He has to get out. But when he forces his focus outward, they’re already here, trying to grab him. Panic surges through him, giving him strength. But it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

 Emma takes another sip of her coffee. It’s a far cry from the deliciousness that is Granny’s coffees, but it’s much-needed caffeine so she’ll have to make do.

“We’ll come visit in about an hour, okay?” Snow says, “We’ll bring you something to eat too.”

“Okay. See you then.”

Emma hangs up and slips the phone back into her pocket. Now that she thinks about food, she realizes how hungry she really is, and that she can’t remember the last time she ate a full meal. With a small smile on her face at the prospect of something decent to eat, she makes her way to Killian’s room. But what greets her when she steps through the doorway shatters her good mood to pieces.

“What’s going on?” Emma asks, watching in shock as the nurses try to subdue a furious Killian.

She’d only stepped out for a few minutes and Killian had been sleeping deeply at the time. Now he’s cursing vehemently, thrashing against the hold of three people – two nurses and what appears to be a burly security guard. Of course, they’re all too busy trying to keep Killian on the bed right now to answer her.

“It’s alright, Captain, just relax,” the guard is saying in a gentle but firm tone.

“Let me go,” Killian demands, his voice low and dangerous, making a quick movement with his broken hand, but luckily someone grabs his arm before he can make contact with anyone, “Let me bloody go!”

“Where’s that sedative?”

“Don’t you bloody dare, you damned-”

Whatever Killian was going to say is lost in an animalistic growl of rage as he makes one last attempt to break free. He fails, of course.

“Emma!” Killian’s desperate, helpless shout as he realizes they have him outmatched has Emma rushing forward and shoving her way to his side.

“I’m here.”

His eyes are wide and wild, lips pulled back in a snarl as he wheezes through his teeth, his hair sticking up all over his head, and he still struggles vainly against the hands holding him as he makes eye contact with Emma.

“Emma,” he gasps, “Th-they’re not- I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

She glares at the nurses until they release Killian, and she takes over trying to coax him horizontal. He resists only for a moment before giving in to her. His chest heaves, skin slick with sweat. He’s torn out his IV.

“Slow your breathing,” Emma says, her voice gentle and soothing despite the worry squeezing her heart at the sight of Killian’s distress, “I’m here, you’re okay. Just breathe nice and slowly for me, alright?”

“He woke up and just started freaking out,” the younger nurse says, looking sympathetically at Killian as her colleague prepares to insert another IV, “He didn’t seem coherent. Do you think…” she looks at the other nurse for advice, “I can give him that sedative if you think he still needs it.”

Killian shakes his head immediately, and he looks like he’s going to sit up again, the guard drawing closer just in case. Emma’s hand splays against Killian’s chest to stop him.

“No,” Killian says quickly, a bit of panic edging his words, “I-i’m coherent. Emma, please. I don’t want that.”

Emma wonders if he even understands what a sedative is. She combs her fingers through his hair, hoping it will bring him some comfort like it did last night. It draws his frantically darting gaze back to her, and also makes his hair stick up even worse.

“Are you sure? It’ll help calm you down.”

“I can be calm. I’ll be calm, Emma.”

A quick glance at the screen beside the bed says otherwise. His heartrate is still alarmingly fast and he’s shaking and breathless, but she doesn’t want to take away his autonomy.

“Okay.”

To his credit, Killian does calm himself down, and by the time the nurses and the guard leave his breathing is slow and even, just a little hitching every now and then, the trembling now confined to his right arm. Emma sits down in the chair at his bedside again and wishes she could actually hold his hand. She has to settle for resting her hand on his forearm instead, her thumb making a gentle rubbing motion, trying to soothe his tremors. She feels like her attempts are useless. But then she notices that Killian is staring at her with clear appreciation on his tired face, and maybe she’s not that useless.

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[oikawascheeks]

echoes | shinsou

PAIRING: shinsou x fem! reader [bnha] 

WARNINGS: angst, mild gore 

WORD COUNT: 1601

bnha masterlist | haikyuu masterlist 

𝟏𝟏:𝟑𝟎 𝐀𝐌

Every sound, no matter how loud or quiet, fell deaf to [Name]'s ears. the screaming of sirens on the way to the hospital, the flatlining of the heart monitor; nothing registered in the girl's mind. 

Nothing except the love of her life's last words to her. 

They seemed to bounce off the empty walls and rumble lowly in the Earthy ground, making it feel like his words and voice were still fresh in her mind.

But the sad truth was that never again would she hear words emit from his throat ever again. She wondered if his lungs had shuddered when he took his final breath. If his life flashed before his eyes, his past and present, and future. The future that they were supposed to have together.

[Name] looked to the other side of the room to see her fiancé of a year, laying motionless in a blindingly white cot. Without realizing, the girl stood up and walked towards Hitoshi Shinsou. Hovering over him, she reached down, and with her (s/c) hand that he once loved to hold, she stroked his pale and unblemished face. 

The darkened blood vessels that were always under his eyes were long gone. His creamy and porcelain skin was still soft and slightly warm, reminding the girl that he was once alive, an incredible and alluring living being.

A being whom she loved with every inch of her beating heart.

𝟕:𝟑𝟎 𝐀𝐌 (𝟒 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑)

"[Name]."

"Hmm...?"

"You're crushing my ribcage."

[Name] opened her (e/c) eyes to meet gorgeous violet orbs staring back at her with slight amusement. The girl yawned slightly and sat up, rolling over from her previous position on her fiancé's chest.

"Sorry honey..." She murmured, still deep in sleep. Shinsou smiled and pulled [Name] close to his chest. Warmth immediately pressed against her back, and she could feel the slight moving of his chest when he drew in a breath and exhaled, causing her to sigh with content.

"Hitoshi... I love you so much..." [Name] sleep talked as she flipped around and snuggled into the love of her life's chest. Shinsou, who was wide awake due to his insomniac tendencies, smiled at her sleepiness and kissed her forehead.

"I love you too, but it's time to get up."

An hour later, [Name]'s personality had completely done a 360 turn. As Shinsou mixed pancake batter in the kitchen, he smiled evilly and used a spoon to flick some right onto [Name]'s neck. The girl yelped playfully and glared at him.

"Hitoshi... I'm the one holding the frying pan, so just think about what you do." She huffed.

"Okay, fine.." He said with a low voice, and creeping up behind the girl, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed the front of his body against her back. She widened her eyes and immediately blushed a million shades of red as the lavender haired man stuck his pink tongue out and licked the spot on her neck, cleaning the batter.

"HITOSHI!" She squealed, smacking him gently on the shin.

"What? You always tell me to clean up after myself..." He smirked boldly.

It took an hour for the couple to successfully make pancakes, although it was really only a 10 minute job. As they sat down to have a nice, calm breakfast, one of their many cats purred and pounced into [Name]'s lap.

Growing up, the (h/c) haired girl had always wanted cats, but unfortunately, her father was allergic. However, moving in with Shinsou (and being engaged to him) meant that his cats would become roommates as well.

The specific cat on [Name]'s lap, "Eraser,"  purred and curled up into a ball immediately falling asleep on the girl's legs. As [Name] chattered about someone at The Pro Hero Agency she was working at, Shinsou zoned out (without trying) and looked at the girl sitting in front of him with pure affection.

"Shinsou?"

Her sweet voice suddenly pulled him from out of his thoughts, and he realized he was staring at her. Looking away a little, he blushed slightly at being caught despite the fact that they were about to become husband and wife.

"I was asking if you wanted to go for a walk," [Name] shrugged, smiling gently at his gentle timidness. Shinsou agreed- It was a weekend, and none of them had to do any hero work.

The crisp air was slightly chilly, but the sun shone gently, soaking [Name]'s skin in golden rays. 

Shinsou looked over at her a couple times as she talked, admiring her relaxed, (e/c) eyes that he loved to get lost in and her soft, pink lips that he loved to passionately kiss curved upwards into a graceful smile. Every so often he would look down at the ground when she caught him admiring her, blushing brightly and spluttering out a half-assed excuse, which she'd tease him for.

However, when Shinsou picked his eyes up from the gray concrete to gaze at her beautiful features another time, his heart thumped in his chest. Her eyes were wide in horror, and her golden skin was pale. A small, (s/c) hand was over her mouth.

Looking up, Shinsou widened his eyes as well and grit his teeth. So engrossed in each other's conversations, the couple had ended up walking into the center of a city. 

Splatters of blood were smeared on the sidewalks, and a villain stood in the center of the city, right in front of a fountain. His head bowed, the squishy and squeamish sound of meat caused the couple to go slightly green in the face.The villain responsible had an animalistic mutation quirk. His jackal like muzzle hid teeth sharper than a knife, and his claws were long, pointy, and bloodied.

"Hmph?" The villain turned around with an animal like huff and his red eyes narrowed to see the two heroes in front of him. He turned around and sneered, his dark, bloodstained tongue darting out to lick his muzzle. Behind him, the body of a dead civilian dropped to the ground, his intestines quite literally torn out of his body.

"Shinsou, stay back!" The girl yelled, gearing up her quirk. Heat started to muster in her palms, and before long, the (h/c) haired girl had fireballs in her hands. She ran towards the villain with lightning speed and stuck out a palm to chop the beast in the muzzle.

Yelping out of surprise, the villain jumped back and held onto his snout. [Name] fell back into her previous position, analyzing the situation. As the dust cleared, the (e/c) eyed girl could sense a pair of angry, ruby eyes glaring straight at her.

The animal like villain lunged at her throat with no warning, and luckily Shinsou was able to push the girl out of the way at the last second. The lavender haired man and the beast engaged in combat, the beast using his horrifically long claws to slash at whatever tender flesh was nearby. He tried to ask the animal a question, but the creature wouldn't answer.

"SHINSOU! GO, I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT!" The girl screamed as she formed another ball of fire in her hand, chucking it at the animal. [Name] forcefully shoved Shinsou out of the way and took his place. The two kept fighting for a while, fire against claws.

But when [Name] started showing fatigue, with a striking realization she noticed that the villain still had full energy.

                 ✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 

"[NAME], YOU NEED TO LEAVE! HE'S TOO DANGEROUS! I'LL FINISH HIM OFF!" Shinsou yelled at her over the earsplitting snarls of the creature. [Name] had been fighting with the villain for a while, and she was scratched, bruised, bloody, and tired.

"NO! I GOT IT!" She yelled back, narrowing her fighter-like eyes which Shinsou adored so much.

"[NAME], JUST LISTEN TO ME!"

"Ah!" The girl let out a soft yell as her body hit the cold, hard ground. She rolled to protect her head, and felt a dark shadow loom over her. Opening her eyes, she was met with snarling fangs and ruby eyes. The creature, wasting no time, slashed his claw across her collarbone while she winced in pain. The sharpness was nothing to overlook-the wound had gone quite deep.

"HEY, GET THE HELL OFF HER!"

All [Name] saw was a flash of purple as her beloved tackled the animal and started to fight with it, a flash of punches and slashing yet again. But she could tell that even Shinsou was tired, and he was running out of energy. 

[Name] tried to convince herself that she could beat the villain, but she was so tired she could barely move. She shakily stood up and tried to walk close to the two fighting so she could take Shinsou's place.

"[NAME], LEAVE NOW!" He yelled.

"N-No... I can't..." She said, seeing dark spots. Blood dripped freely from her collarbone, the once soft and untouched skin now clawed up and raw. The warm, crimson liquid splattering on the floor caused Shinsou to grow angrier.

"[NAME], DO YOU LOVE ME?" He yelled loudly.

"Yes.. Of Cours-SHIT! NO!" The girl screamed. In her wounded state, she only realized what happened until it was too late. Shinsou's quirk took over her brain, and her mind went blank, only his last words echoing in her mind.

❝[NAME], LEAVE NOW. I'LL BE SAFE. I LOVE YOU.❞

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[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

A Furry Friend (Stressed Out, Part 5.)

Series despription: Once upon a time, there was a lonely dog locked up in his own home. The lonely dog became sad and angry - until a woman came to stay at the lonely, sad house one day.

Part summary: Since you’ve been worried about opening up to Sirius himself, the man chose another method of keeping you company... For which you’ve been endlessly grateful.

A/N: I just had to drag Padfoot into this bunch, because PADFOOT IS THE PUREST PART OF THE WHOLE HARRY POTTER SAGA. HE’S SO FLUFFY AND I LOVE HIM.

Word counter: 3.9 K

Tagging: @missdictatorme​, @siriuslymerlin​

Playlist: The Black Vibe ™

Series masterlist: H E R E

The dreams he had while sleeping on the uncomfortable sofa were crazy; so crazy it made him wake up with a jolt as he opened up his eyes, breathing irregularly. First, he turned to the place where you should've been... Yet his shoulder was empty. It shouldn't have surprised Sirius that when he woke up, he was alone in there. It was hardly seven o'clock, yet you've been nowhere to be seen. Maybe you picked yourself up and went to sleep in your bed? He didn't know, really. The possibilities of what you could've been doing were pretty much terrifying to think of - the days of you sitting around were long gone. This time, you could've burnt his mother's portrait for real. Quickly, Black picked himself up on his feet to look around the house to see if you're fine. The hangover was killing him as he dragged himself upstairs - he drank way too much, much more than he should.

The feeling of seeing your room empty wasn't too comfortable. With worries, the man singlehandedly searched through every room in the house, feeling his heart dropping with each empty one. It was foolery to freak out because of such inconvenience, yet you've been Sirius' personal responsibility since the moment you've started to sit on the lonely sofa every evening of the passing weeks. Just when he was about to invade the dining room, the sounds and smell of a breakfast being prepared hit the tip of his nose. A long sight left him as he opened the door and when he stuck his head inside, he saw you walking around the room with dishes in your palms - the bacon was turning itself on the pan to get roasted from both sides, a wooden spoon was mixing the scrambled eggs and you've been already baking the rest of pumpkin pasties you hidden into the coldest place of the house. Kreacher was sitting at the table, yet he wasn't mumbling anything since his mouth was stuffed with food.

This became a daily occurrence in the Grimmauld's place 12 - Kreacher was taking food from you, stuffing it inside his mouth as if he wasn't to see normal food in another ten years. You've made Kreacher a cup of tea and some breakfast before your daily shouting and nerve-climbing competition had started. It was one of the conveniences Sirius liked to see, the morning dining room serenity. - "Good morning." - The man let out a low whisper as he sat on his chair in the front of the table. It freaked you out so much that you almost dropped Walburga's ancient tea set on the ground. Sirius was sitting there, dressed in the same clothes as yesterday, looking like a piece of hell - yet with a smug smile on his lips. - "Oi, hey there." - You mumbled with a stiffened expression and started to serve him the food.

"How did you sleep?" - Black asked innocently, tearing his bun into small pieces as he pushed some of it inside his mouth. - "Not that well, honestly. My neck hurts, I can barely bend over to clean something, so I might take a day off. It sucked shit." - Well, this was a blow of honesty that had cut down Sirius' ego into tiny slices. He was almost positive that it might've meant something. It wasn't every day that you'd ask a friend to hold you like that. It could mean that you started to move past Brian, it could mean a thousand other things, but it had to mean something... Right? Although from your attitude, it started to be clear that Black was reading bad into it.

You've been way more observant than before, which was also an occurrence - a one to which Black hadn't get used to just yet. - "Listen, I hope you didn't make anything out of... It." - At that moment, you've been awkwardly holding the edge of the countertop, speaking right into the cupboard hanging in front of your face. - "The whole plea was kind of crazy when I'm thinking about it. I drank a few glasses... I had no right... It's just too much and sometimes..." - "Then I didn't understand anything wrong. Don't worry about it." - Sirius assured you, snacking on the warm bacon.

Tonks joined you in the dining room shortly after. The girl looked awful; she drank way more than she should. It was Wednesday, so she had to go to work. Together, you and Sirius found her some painkillers hidden in one of the cupboards. In the end, you hadn't found any, but Tonks swore that the breakfast made a great difference. You said your goodbye when she left half an hour later, leaving for the Ministry. As you promised, you had taken a day off. And as time passed, you started to clean up the upper floors and... You stopped to cry in the tapestry room every evening. This meant another change in the house. The fragile friendship you and Sirius started to form had been cancelled once again.

Yet this time, the man swore he won't start drinking. At every dinner, he tried to talk to you, get to know you, but you've kept it in the borders of decency. It was this dismissive, mysterious approach to every conversation that made Sirius wanted to talk to you even more; the Azkaban escapee was growing very fond of you. Yet you've been talking to Kreacher more than you did to Black - even if you and Kreacher were hissing curses at each other, it still was a communication of sorts. It was desperate times, right? If the Hallowe'en night made you so averse, Sirius had to try something else. Kreacher's company couldn't be healthy for your psyché in the long-run perspective... And Sirius had one thing that could help you.

Normally, if you wouldn't be forced to live inside one house together, he would simply mind his business. Yet meeting you in the hallways just to greet you awkwardly while nodding his head, to have the super-awkward conversations at the dinner table was making Black restless. When he didn't have alcohol to make his mind occupied, he was always thinking about how to bring the Hallowe'en mood black. Until his gaze fell on the wand laid just inches away from him. Could he still do it? Should he do it? It could be worth it. The last time he performed the animagus transformation, it wasn't as appreciated as he hoped it would. The last time he had changed into a dog, Moody was giving him a week-lasting lecture about danger and dumbassery. Sirius was asked at least twenty times if he's 'barking mad'?

But he wouldn't be leaving Grimmauld's place this time, right? It was just to make you a bit more relaxed, to keep Kreacher away from you, and to improve the overall mood inside the house. With a frown upon his face, Sirius stepped to the table, picked the wand up, and tapped his temple. He didn't need a wand for any of this, it just felt better to pretend the wand was helping somehow. The excitement of turning into a dog made Sirius smile unconsciously as he felt that his body is turning into a huge, fluffy black dog. It wasn't to easiest to breathe with the tongue stuck out as he scratched behind his ear with one of his back paws.

You've been just going through the old, impressive library on the third floor. Kreacher came by here and then, spitting a few quick curses before he disappeared in another part of the house. Since you started to give him food, Kreacher had been much more timid - sure, he was still catching mice and ate bedbugs and other vermin he found around the house, yet the relationship improved greatly. Mostly, you've locked yourself in the room you've been cleaning and loaded garbage bags and paper boxes with the things you thought you won't need there anymore. Black was simply glad someone's giving the house the proper care it needed so much.

This time, you've left the door open since the library was full of thick layers of dust, full of spiders and as a bonus, you found a pixie hidden in a small hole in the wall. It took you thirty minutes until you paralyzed the damn devilish Cornwall pixie and closed it into one of the cages you've found around the house. It was still paralyzed, staring into oblivion as it floated around the huge golden construct. In the meantime, you've been going through books one by one. You've found a few first editions of books by Bathilda Bagshot and also a huge book about monsters bound in some type of draconic-like skin. It wasn't one of Newt Scamander's books and just from the few first pages, it was obvious that it was written by someone who was into dark magic. You've put it back into its place as you heard growling from the door.

As you suspected, Kreacher was trying to go through the boxes and tried to save as many books as he could without letting out a single sound - but now, his big blue eyes were watching something behind him as his hand sprang out of the box. The house-elf cried out, running away within a matter of seconds. Once more, you picked your wand up and walked to the ajar door, prepared to jinx anything that was hiding there. The blood in your veins froze at the something started to scratch the door with its claws. With a short inhale, you pushed the door open and expected anything looking back at you... But it was... Just a dog.

It was a huge black dog that was without a doubt reaching your waist. It was obediently sitting at the doorstep with its tongue stuck out as if it was smiling at you. How could a big, black dog simply manifest inside the house? For the last two and a half months, you've been living in those walls, you hadn't met it - not even once. And suddenly, it was there, staring at you happily. Realizing what did that mean, you ran around it and hurried up downstairs to the main door to see if it was closed. It was closed, even locked. Why were you still surprised about finding a live creature inside the house? You've caught a pixie that very noon, dealt with a boggart a few days back, and even watched two wall gnomes having a wedding ceremony with their whole family. A huge black dog shouldn't be such a surprise, huh?

With a furrow, you stepped to it sitting at the heel of stairs, kneeled to it, and scratched it behind its ear. - "How did you get here, doggo?" - You wondered as if the animal should answer you. When it was just happily sitting there as another minute passed by, you decided to ask Sirius about the dog. As you started to make your way through the house, the animal didn't wait too long around and followed you closely. - "I don't know what to do with you. Maybe Sirius will..." - Yet just as the strange dog apparated, the man seemed to get lost. He was nowhere to be found - his bedroom was empty, Buckbeak's attic was empty, the tapestry room didn't have anyone in it and the same went for the dining room. In the end, you looked at the huge dog which still didn't leave. As before, it was sitting there, happily sticking its tongue and watched you. - "Well... I'll chat with him once he would feel like coming out of his dark hole. Are you thirsty?" - You wondered. As the dog barked and started to make his way to the dining room, you took it as a yes. It was smashing its muzzle into the door as it tried to open it.

In the end, you took the bowl with the water back to the library so you could continue the work. The dog laid to the corner, put its huge head on its front paws and watched you going through the hoards of books. Each time Kreacher was trying to sneak into the room, the dog picked itself up with a sinister growling and walked to the house-elf, which was mortified to death by the animal. As long as the dog stuck around you, the house-elf refused to come close, which made you like the animal. The whole time, you hoped that Sirius will come by, so you could ask him about the dog - but you've seen him only around dinner time as he walked into the dining room. As usual, he was looking elegant and on the verge of a mental breakdown, yet with a huge smile on his face. - "Where have you been the whole day?" - You asked him as soon as he opened up the door. Quickly, you glanced out of the room, searching for the dog so you could show it to Sirius. Sadly, the hallway was empty.

The bowl of water was still laid next to the stove, but the animal itself was nowhere to be seen. Were you delusional? Was the dog even there? And where did it disappear? - "I've been here, as every minute of every hour of every day. Did something happen?" - Sirius asked as innocently as he was capable of. Swiftly, he walked around you and helped you with preparing the desk. - "There was this huge black dog with me the whole day. He refused to leave me alone." - You looked at Sirius and mixed the food with a wooden spoon. Black looked back at you, holding the plates. His expression seemed to be curious and amused. Without words, the man dared you to speak of the matter. - "I think this is the day I had finally lost it." - At this suspicion, Black grinned and shook his head, turning his attention to the dishes.

"Trust me, you hadn't lost it. I know about the dog staying in the walls of this house, coming out from time to time, yet it's a rare coincidence to meet it. I think you had the luck with you today." - The man sat down on his chair, helping you with carrying the finished food to the table. - "Had you met it?" - You asked curiously, sitting down to the table as Sirius started to pour the source. - "Oh, a few times. It's a big black dog, isn't it? It's a nice one, trust me, it won't hurt you. Its name is Padfoot in case you've been wondering." - The man told you, sitting down on his chair.

As you expected, the dog had manifested itself around the incoming mornings for the following few days. This time, the dog wasn't just laying around the room and kept Kreacher away, it was helping you with going through the books and other rooms. If it didn't like the book you've been holding, it started to bite its cover, tearing some of the pages off. The other morning, as you moved to the second part of the library, you've discovered a big, old gramophone. Yet even if you tried to find some pieces of vinyl, there were none. Which made you also think of the piano in the tapestry room. - "Sirius told me you know your way around, Padfoot." - At the sound of its name, the dog jumped on its paws and brushed your leg with its back so you'd know its listening. As it was the only company you had inside the house, you grew very fond of the pet. You've been always scrambling him some parts of the cooked food as you assured it won't hurt it, you started to pet it and sometimes, it laid next to you and tugged itself closer to your side, nuzzling you and making you warmer as the temperature in the house was dropping. - "Do you know if there are some pieces of vinyl inside the house? Anywhere?"

To your surprise, the dog barked loudly and left the room. Padfoot almost disappeared upstairs before it realized you're not following. Once more, it ran into the second library, brushed your leg, and barked. This time, you followed the animal. Before you could stop it, it invaded Sirius' room and made its way to one of the cabinets. As Padfoot started to scratch on the door, you realized it wants you to look in. - "I can't do that, Padfoot. This room's not mine, you know?" - A whisper left your lips as you looked over your shoulder as if you expected Black to come into the room.

Padfoot managed to ignore you pretty well. It started to scratch the expansive wood again so to stop it, you opened it. The dog finally seemed to be contained as it stuck the head inside and gripped something with its teeth. - "Shush away, I'll pull it out. Go check the door and bark if you see him coming." - As you said, so the dog did; but not before it managed to lick your cheek. At that, you giggled and with interest, you pulled out a big paper box full of vinyl desks. This was truly unbelievable as you went through it, looking at some of the muggle classics.

Really, you boggled when Padfoot started to growl loudly. Your palms dropped the pieces of vinyl and shot your gaze to the door. Padfoot was growling at Kreacher, who was walking to the railing until the house-elf bumped into it with his back. - "The filth is snooping through Kreacher's Master's room and Kreacher is going to tell him! Look at her dragging the bag of fleas along! Oh, the shame, the treason of the blood, what would my poor Mistress' say?" - After hearing Kreacher's mumbling, it was evident that Padfoot was ready to bite the house-elf's head off. It was in the last moment as you pulled the dog back inside the room and hissed at Kreacher to get lost. With one last gaze at Padfoot, the house-elf walked away slowly.

"This one isn't a toy you can chew on, Padfoot." - You stated quietly, going through the dog's fur with your fingers. With a sigh, you've hugged it and leaned your head into its neck, letting out a short breath. It felt relieving to feel the warmth of something else. It didn't matter that the something is an oversized dog, it made you feel better as Padfoot nuzzled back. - "Kreacher is Sirius' house-elf... But you sure do know that you good boy, huh? Don't let the old fool get the better of you. Let's go play some music, how does that sound?"

Sirius' vinyl collection was quite impressive, you had to say. About most of the muggle interprets and albums you had no idea what it can be about, yet Padfoot was sure to show you his favourite one. With a furrow, you've been showing him the covers. Two barks meant yes and one meant no, which you learned as Padfoot tugged on the sleeve of your sweater with his teeth. - "Mary J. Blige? Are you sure that it's the one you want me to play?" - You asked, not knowing any of these songs. As the animal happily ran around the room, you took it as another direct yes. As the track played, it seemed that the dog isn't that bad of a DJ. It was far different than the music you grew up listening to, mainly because there were no mentions of magic, but it had a groovy vibe. For a while, it seemed that the dog is wiggling its tail in the melody of the song and it was walking around you in circles, nudging your shoulder with its head. With an impressed face, you looked at it. - "Do you want me to dance?" - A mesmerizing whisper left your lips. Another loud, agreeing bark filled the room.

It was crazy to dance around with a dog, but you've had to say that you laughed all the way through it. When the dance-off was over, you sat on the floor and listened to the tunes while you went through the books. The whole time, Padfoot was making tricks and other things to keep you in the good mood - and it lasted, which could be seen when Sirius met you in the dining room. With your face on fire, you admitted to stealing the vinyl desks out of his room, at which he laughed carelessly. - "As long as you're here, listen to whatever you'll find as long as it pleases you. Do you like muggle music?" - He wondered instead of being mad about you sneaking into his room while being led by a strange, overgrown dog.

The next morning, Padfoot woke you up inhumanely soon. It was time to feed and socialize with Buckbeak and... Well... Since Sirius wasn't available in his human form at the moment, it was your time to meet the hippogriff. With unpleasant grunts, you went through your morning routine. Yet the dog seemed to be restless that morning. His head nudged various parts of your body to make you faster. - "What's the matter with you today, mate? Okay! Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming." - With final protests, you finally picked yourself up and followed Padfoot around the house, walking to the upper floors.

Somewhere in the middle, you've bumped into Kreacher. You've seen him scurry to eat something, Sirius was nowhere to be seen as usual, and then the house-elf disappeared. Now, you knew where to. He pushed his head under the curtain of Mrs Black's portrait and while all you could hear were her silent shrieks, he was calmly whispering her some things. The dog didn't seem to be interested in that in the slightest - it led you upstairs, barely stopping at the floors until you've bumped into the attic door. And as the dog happily sat there with its tongue stuck out, you realized what it wanted you to do.

It wanted you to face Buckbeak, the hippogriff.

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black imagine #nymphadora tonks #padfoot #also known as snuffles #but I didn't go that far #don't worry #kreacher #kreacher the house elf #mrs walburga black #our usual bunch we know and love

[amintyworld]

Oh! Oh! For the mutual thing, in relating to tss, who would be a light side and who would be a dark side? Would any of them kinda be like Virgil who changed sides? Or maybe opposite? If you wanna go further, what would they represent too?

Alright Anon, I hope you know you inspired something amazing. Mutuals, I have here Sanders Sides OCs with each and every one of you in mind, including Icons (which is why this took a while to finish). Anyway, I hope you enjoy them and feel free to draw or write with them, and maybe come up with some ideas or designs for my own (Because I couldn't figure out a good fit to make a OC for me). Here we go, and I hope you guys enjoy! <3

Let's start out with the creativity twins (Two sides of creativity):

@h-ad3s - Instinct (Dark Side)

• Instinct represents the wild, spontaneous side of creativity - like painting or writing your feelings out, when you do something just because you want to.

• Very Impulsive at times, and because of their reckless nature can get the (what do you call it? Thomas part?) 'Thomas' in trouble a lot, leading to everyone pegging them as a dark evil troublemaker

• As with their twin, Instinct can turn into a animal at will - theirs is a raccoon.

• Found late at night rummanaging through or sleeping in garbage. 'Why, Inst? You have a bed!' 'Because. The funny smells calm me, plus I wanted to.'

• Has eaten glitter, glue, bar soap, and even a ceramic mug (No one knows how they ate the mug to this day.)

• But, when feeling sad or someone else is sad, they usually are found in raccoon form cuddled up in Protection or Imagination's lap, sleeping.

@dee-ree-vee - Passion (Light Side)

• Passion represents the creating for creation's sake side of creativity. They create not based solely on emotion, but because it brings them happiness to create. Passion represents just happiness and drive for any hobby, and the drive to improve. As well as, you guessed it, passion in Relationships as well - weather it be platonic, familial, or romantic.

• Despite being told to stay away from Instinct because they're dangerous, and that they were the 'better creativity', they still try to chat and connect with them because of their past closeness feeling like family.

• They can turn into a cat at will like Instinct, and usually use the form to sneak out and meet Instinct in the 'Creativescape', a middle between the darkscape and the mindscape, where they are crowned ruler.

• They love free time of any kind, and enjoy the constant creative drive with weekends or holiday breaks, and are usually the ones who come up with gift ideas or little surprises for Friends, Family, or SOs.

• Can get overwhelmed by expectations of always doing things right and never making a mistake, in that way being slightly jealous of their twin.

• Their favorite thing to do is help make dreams with Imagination and fight off nightmares, sometimes even Instinct joining to help.

@lightyagamisqueen - Protection (Dark side)

• Protection represents Fight or Flight as well as Anxiety, but also white lies at times to take the pain away, to protect. The lies leading them to become a Dark Side.

• Has a very hard time relaxing, leading them to get burnout quite often from their overly taxing job, and Instinct, being the only other Dark Side and who knew them well would always be there to comfort when it all became a bit too much, or when Protection was so emotionally tired they broke down and cried.

• Likewise, Protection knew Instinct too well to always be there to hug and hold closely when they felt so abandoned and alone, even confessing to them once they wish they could stop the impulses but it hurts them physically to do so, and Instinct showed them their scars.

• Protection protects and stays up often at night in the real world to protect from monsters in the closet and to hold the 'Thomas' tightly when they got too scared. They live off of coffee and redbull.

• Once didn't sleep for almost two weeks for a cram finals session, and Instinct had to help them recover.

• Cannot watch horror movies, and usually gets overly anxious and worried walking home alone at night, especially in the city.

@pastel-candies - Inner Strength (Light Side)

• Inner Strength represents Hope, and Strength to keep going when things get hard, as well as Positivity and a co-gatekeeper of emotions, the other being Inner Child. But, while Child's emotions are more fuzzy and less prominant, Inner Strength's are more intense, leading them to get very emotional at times. Also they represent ignorance, pushing bad emotions or negative thoughts away, thinking they're just getting rid of them and not realizing they're repressing.

• Has plant powers that are tied to emotions, meaning if they're happy, plants will grow around them, if they're sad or angry or upset, they turn into not just killing plants but also slightly life sucking when every other side gets close.

• Is the slightly more 'moral' one than the rest in being the one to get scared and think Instinct and Protection are being more hurtful than helpful and kick them out.

• Has their own little garden with a specific flower in their room that isn't fazed with her emotions, being infused with all the emotions that were too intense to handle, good and bad. They talk to the flower and vent when things get tricky.

• When the 'Thomas' is upset, Strength usually works with Protection sometimes when things get really low, but mostly the two switch off depending on the situation.

• Lately is having regrets and confusion over kicking the other two out, but doesn't know if inviting them back will hurt the 'Thomas'

• Is protective of Passion, Reason, and Inner Child and will do anything to make sure they're safe.

• I imagine them wearing a flower crown, I dunno-

@the-duke-of-deodorant - Reason (Light Side)

• Reason represents and helps with the process of memory and new information, as well as the leader in solving any problems, math or otherwise.

• Reason values the truth above all else and makes sure the 'Thomas' knows the truth of any situation, despite and emotions they have at the moment, leaving them and Strength to butt heads a lot.

• I picture them with a black and white checkered tie...

• Geeks/Nerds out with Passion about Star Wars, Star Trek, etc. They often binge watch many movies and shows, and.. Even have their own code?

• Tries to be there during the emotional fallout Strength gets in, and usually is talking through their door, sometimes Strength's hand sneaks out when the door opens a bit for Reason to grab.

• Teaches Child about the world, leading them to grow into a pretty stable teenager, and the two share a very familial bond.

• Doesn't really understand the whole fear of Dark Sides and visits sometimes, even once helping out Protection during their burnout.

• Is prepared - always has a first aid kit handy and helped Raccoon Instinct when they got a nail stuck in their paw and couldn't transform back.

@antisocialdragonenby - Imagination (In the Middle)

• Imagination is the main gatekeeper of all dreams and daydreams, and has complete creative control in the Creative scape, making anything they imagine in their mind come to life there.

• Could have been ruler of the Creative scape but turned it down, claiming it wasn't their style. Instead they live in a treehouse and chill.

• Probably the most calm in a crisis.

• Out of the Creative scape, they have a cloud they ride on and use for many things - spying on others, viewing past dreams, and viewing made up scenarios or dream scenarios they have, as well as just a hammock to nap on.

• Is well trained with their powers, and uses their imaginative strength to fight nightmares in the dreams that seem to be finding their ways in randomly.

• Is usually the one to go to for advice or just to rant to, closely followed by Reason. This is how they find out about everyone's problems, fears, and turmoil - like how Protection thought they were the ones who caused the nightmares, and Imagination calmly explained that it had nothing to do with them, that they just appear, and that it's their job to help.

• They're fun to hang around and go on adventures with. They like specifically going on adventures with Child, but will tag along with Passion and Instinct from time to time

And finally, @if-i-had-a-spoon - Inner Child (Light Side)

• Inner Child repesents your childish side, as well as childhood memories and emotions. They're the only and first side to grow up from a child when the 'Thomas' is a teen, to a teen when the 'Thomas' is a adult. As a result they're babied sometimes and always treated as the youngest.

• They love looking at older memories and remebering them, although they panicked, figuring out the memories faded as they got older.

• Always a fan of candy, and squeals at cute pet and baby clothes, even making small accessories and gifts for Raccoon Instinct, whom they called 'The trash gremlin' when they were a toddler, and for Cat Passion, whom they just called 'Pretty'.

• Always tries to hold onto stuff from childhood, especially the "Thomas" 's old teddy bear, which they have a copy of for comfort.

• Now, as a teen, they love to write poetry and draw little baby animal sketches, and listen to MCR.

• Responsible for reminencing during random times.

• Although they look young, they're just as capable and smart as the others, fighting for the 'Thomas' to be truly happy, and to be there for everyone, light or dark side.

• I picture them with light purple headphones...

And that's everyone! I hope you guys like them!

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