#lys is being h worded on the dash

[buckyinluv]

having tities thoughts right now

(where i think about having my face pressed against tities)

#lys is being h worded on the dash #lys is talking

[milequaritchsslut]

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Pairings: Neytiri x reader, Ronal x reader, Z-dog x reader, Tonowari x Reader, Miles x Reader,

Warnings: yandere, sub-dom relationships, sub reader, p in v, fingering, keeping tabs on you, overly possessive partners, hissing, daddy kink, mommy kink, mentions of killing, ownership kink, collar kink, poisoning, lying

Miles

- He’s definitely an angry yandere, getting overly irritated over the smallest of things. The way people look at you, for even a brief second. He’s convinced himself that everyone is trying to take you away from him, literally everyone. Even his own teammates, Lyle, Z-dog, and Ja.

- He gets irritated when he has to be gone on a mission for more then two days, he can’t see his little princess :(. And he’ll be in a bad mood for the rest of the mission because of it.

- He walks around, his tail tightly wrapped around your small thigh, sometimes even your arm. It’s a way he protects what’s his, so you’ll never be too far from him. It might leave a mark once in awhile, if your being a brat, or someone comes up to talk to you while he’s next to you. He’s the only one who gets your attention, he’s the only one worthy of it.

- There’s no question about it, he’d kill for you easily. Whether you ask for it or not, he kills people all the time, this would be no different.

- He makes sure that he knows everything that’s going on with you. Every single little detail, and he’ll even remind you of interactions you literally forgot about. He keeps tabs on everywhere you go, making sure your clocking in with the lab coats. What time you get back to your room, how many meals you ate. Who you talked to and why, and he’ll overly question you when you tell him it was a male coworker. He makes mental notes of who you do and don’t like, he’ll make sure to be extra rude to them when he passes by.

- He uses his high position to get you special things around the base. Maybe a steak dinner, new clothes you’ll like. He showers you in gifts whenever you ask, but most of the time he surprises you. Somehow your room will be under repair, and you’d have nowhere to go. But of course he’ll be there with open arms, waiting for you to ask. “Of course sweetheart!” “Your always welcome here princess”.

- He makes you scream that he owns you, that you only belong to him. And him alone. He’s rutting into you ruthlessly, your heavy pants and moans being heard from outside the door. His hands gripping onto your waist, definitely leaving marks for tomorrow. He watches you with a sly smile, his canines showing through to you. He looks almost evil, his mind relishing in the way he can control you. “C’mon say it baby” he’d coo mockingly, his hips hitting your thighs at an obnoxious pace. But all you could do was mumble out random words, trying your best not to cry. “I said say it” he’d hiss out, your cunt clenching around him deliciously. “Y-you own me daddy!” You’d whine out, head thrown back as tears prickle at the sides of your eyes.

Ronal

- We all know she’s a dom, even more now that she’s met you. She’s obsessed, all she thinks about is how your doing while your away. Counting down the minutes until she can see you again. She worries so much for her precious girl, her sweet little thing. So small and pretty, for only her to have. She wants you, hungry for your pretty little hands in hers. Your breathe heaving on her neck as her fingers plunge deeper and deeper into you.

- She thinks of you all day, wondering how her darling is doing. The second she gets home, she’s dashing to you. Asking you how you’ve been, what you did today. And especially who you talked to, and if they treated you good or not.

- Her eyes widen in shock as she sees that you had been hurt during a hunt. “Oh my precious girl!” “Do not be so reckless” “Come over here” looking up at you, as your tiny frame stands before her. Her hands holding yours, an angry expression on her face as she begins her lecture. “You cannot be so stupid y/n” she’d hiss out, her angry radiating off her body. After she’s done scolding and patching you up she’ll sit you on her lap, kissing your neck softly. Happy that your home safe with her, her arms wrapping around your waist as she tells you about how much she loves you. “That was scary ma y/n” she’d hum into your ear, a warm smile on her face. The heat of your body colliding together to form a higher temperature. “I love you so much”

- She doesn’t let you outside, unless it’s completely necessary. And that’s once in a blue moon, maybe, just maybe once a week. She’s very strict with you, scared she’ll lose you. She can’t have her precious baby getting hurt can she? So she doesn’t let you see the outside world, keeping you hidden from the cruel world that lurks outside.

Z-dog

- This woman is batshit crazy, nothing you’ve ever seen before.

- She’s obsessed with your body, touching every part of you. Fantasying about the feeling of your bodies colliding. Your hot breath on her as she kisses down your neck sensually. She’s all over you when you two are alone. Placing you on her lap, telling you about what a good girl you are for mommy. “Such a good girl for me” “My little slut” she’d hum into your ear, nibbling on your neck, her hands wandering lower and lower by the second.

- She puts a collar around you when your alone. She owns you so what better way to show you. A light pink collar, sliver spikes coming out of it. Similar colored leash tied to it, pulling it and yanking on it while she’s rutting into you from behind. Your gasps and mewls pushing her along more and more.

- She marks you when you go out to work, bite marks trailing down your thighs. Her smell lingering on your body no matter how much perfume you put on.

- She death glares everyone who looks at you, talks to you, or even mentions your name. It doesn’t matter if their being nice or not, they don’t have any right to talk about her beautiful girl without her permission.

Tonowari

- Such a sweetie pie, making sure your fed and full every hour. Cooing into your ear about how much he loves you, and how he’ll never leave you. Loves the way your skin feels on his, he likes your thighs. He watches you walk sometimes, mesmerized by your body. So soft and plush for him, he loves holding you close. Sitting you on his lap as he nuzzles into your neck.

- He always wants to hear about how your day went. But the second you mention another man he goes dead silent, staring you down while he anger rises. He shuts you up right away, hissing at the thought of you in the same proximity of another male other then him. The thought haunts him, he can’t have it that way. He despises it when you talk to other men without his permission. He hates it

- He might even make you sick himself, scared you’ll leave him. Maybe he puts some of that fruit in your meal that your obviously allergic to and watches you cough and feel confused. But of course he’s at your beck and call! “My precious girl!” He shouts as he picks you up in his arms as he kisses and cuddles you. Making you feel all better, reminding you about how much he actually takes care of you. He then blames it on someone else, saying it was probably that boy you were talking to who gave you that fruit. And of course you believe him! Why ever would he lie to you?

Neytiri

- She’s probably the most possessive out of everyone, maybe not the most obsessed but overly possessive. Her mind has warped her perspective of the world, your the only thing that matters now. The only one who she needs to care about, and care for. Your her number one priority now, even over herself.

- She always makes sure your doing your best, pushing you to do better at anything. Always helping you with training, joining you during hunts. She just wants what’s best for you, even if that means pushing you to do your best.

- She’s always watching, making sure you don’t go to far from her. Mesmerizing your whole schedule, every little step you make she knows about. She’s always ‘accidentally’ bumping into you while your doing your chores.

#neytiri x reader #neytiri x y/n #miles quaritch headcanons #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch smut #ronal x y/n #ronal smut #ronal x reader #zdog x reader #z dog x reader #z dog smut #avatar miles quaritch #miles quaritch avatar #tonowari x reader #tonowari avatar #tonowari x y/n #ronal x you #neytiri x you #yandere zdog #miles quaritch

[lowkeychenle]

Chilled Nights, Fogged Windows [ZCL] (M)

Description: After being gone for weeks, the first thing Chenle wants to do is get ice cream with you. One thing leads to another, and suddenly, you're in the backseat (oooops).

Genre: Smut (established relationship AU)

(if anyone hasn't figured it out yet, this blog will mostly be Jaemin and Chenle unless I receive requests because they're my top two lolll)

Content Warnings: Explicit unprotected sex (Don't Do This LOL), car sex, public? ish sex i guessss, Chenle's a bit of a meanie but we like meanies in this house so

Word Count: 1,674

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader

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Chenle wanted ice cream.

And since it’s the first time you’ve seen him in weeks, you didn’t dare deny the man. He insists on driving and not notifying his managers of leaving, which means it’s almost like a real date. At nearly 10 o’clock at night.

“Do you know how to drive?” you hiss at him when he swerves.

He glares at you for a brief second. “Yeah, I know how to drive.”

You lean back in your seat, holding onto the handle bar above your head and praying you didn’t make the wrong decision by giving him the keys. Although it’s dark outside, you take a moment to admire how he looks. You ache to trace along his cheekbones and his jawline, but you’ll have to wait. Going weeks without seeing him is awful, but knowing he had fun on tour is enough to get you through it.

You have to go inside by yourself to get the ice cream. It’s one thing to leave without his manager, and it’s another to have him alone in public with you. You’d hate to be the reason behind rumors, so you run in on your own.

The SUV is so large, you have to climb into the passenger seat to get back in the car. Chenle laughs at your struggle, reaching over to grab your arm and steady you.

“Still can’t handle big things, huh?” He grins as you hand him his ice cream.

“I wouldn’t know.” You lean back against the seat and grab your spoon.

“Rude.” Chenle takes a bite, his eyes fluttering shut. “God, this was a good idea.”

“I can’t believe this was the first thing you wanted to do. You didn’t eat any ice cream on tour?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“I did. But you like it, too. I figured you would say something if you wanted to do something else.” He pauses. “Is this not what you wanted?”

“No, it’s not that.” You wave him off. When you finally eat your ice cream, you let out a groan with the spoon in your mouth.

Chenle’s lips part as he runs his fingers through his hair. “Don’t make that sound right now.”

You do it again, dragging it out and staring at him. He scoffs. Before you know it, he’s putting his container up on the dash and unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Oh okay, so you wanna be fucked. Get in the backseat.” He stares at you expectantly, pointing back with his thumb.

Your eyes widen. “Oh my God, what?”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You haven’t seen me in weeks and you want dick. No problem. I’ll give it to you.”

Much to your surprise, he actually makes his way back there and sits in the middle with his legs spread enough for you to fit between them. He pats his knee.

“Well?”

You’d be lying if you said this side of Chenle didn’t do things to you. Clenching your thighs together, you hesitate.

“Chenle, we’re in public—”

“The windows are so tinted, I can’t even see out of them. We’ll be alright. Come here and get what you’ve been wanting the whole time I’ve been gone.”

With a sigh, you crawl back with him, allowing him to help you over the center console. You end up on your knees in front of him, glancing up at him nervously.

“If someone sees—”

“That big ass mouth of yours has plenty of other purposes,” he says, fingers tangling in your hair. “Why don’t you show me how much you missed me?”

His words seem to flip a switch in you. You reach for the button on his jeans, practically ripping them down his legs. He lifts up a bit to aid you, and within mere moments, your mouth is watering at the sight of him hardening in front of you. You wrap your hand around him, jerking him slowly until he’s fully hard.

“C’mon,” he says, pushing you forward. “Show me.”

You wrap your lips around the tip, swirling your tongue. He curses quietly, gently thrusting upward.

“Holy shit, your mouth is cold.” Chenle gasps and shifts beneath you.

You release him from your mouth and look up at him. “I was going to warn you, but then you told me to shut my big ass mouth, so.”

“You’ll warm up as you go.” He grins.

You dip back down and take him between your lips. He inhales sharply, letting out a shaky exhale.

“This was your plan the whole time, huh?” he asks, tightening his grip on you when you hollow your cheeks. “You wore that skirt so it’d be easy for me to fuck you, didn’t you?”

His words alone have you moaning around him, and you take him as far into your mouth as you can. Tears spring in your eyes when he hits the back, but it does little to bother you.You wish you could glance up at him, imagining the pleasure written across his face..

The wetness between your legs is becoming almost too much to bear, so while you bob your head on him, you move your hand down your body.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls.

You whine around him but listen, knowing better than to disobey him at a time like this.

“Stop,” Chenle says, gripping your hair so hard it feels like he may pull it out. He yanks your mouth off his member, giving you a moment to wipe the spit off.

“You didn’t finish.”

“Take your panties off and come here.”

You missed him. There’s no denying it. And there’s something about the first night he’s back after a while of not seeing him, because he always turns into this—commanding and rough. You love it. Everything about it unlocks new parts of you even you didn’t know existed.

You shove your panties down and crawl over his lap. Your skirt covers everything, so even if someone did look in, they probably wouldn’t be able to tell what’s happening…at least not at first. His hand trails beneath the fabric, between your legs, and along your entrance.

“You’re so bad,” he whispers. “So wet for me in public.”

He lines himself up, his other fingers digging into your hip.

“Can I?”

You nod. “Please.”

Without another word, he pulls you down until he’s completely seated inside you. His head falls back against the seat and you cry out, grabbing onto the front of his T-shirt. It takes you a moment to adjust to his size, but once you feel pleasure tingling along your spine, you start moving.

He guides you up and down, eyebrows furrowing deeply as he tries his best to control himself. You kiss him, moaning into his mouth as you bounce on top of him. He thrusts upward to match you.

“What if someone sees?” you whimper.

“Baby, who cares? Whatever you do, don’t fucking stop.”

“What if it’s the cops?”

He rolls his eyes, gently smacking your ass. “I’m balls deep in you right now. May as well enjoy it since it’s too late to worry. Just focus on me.”

Once again, he reaches beneath your skirt and between your thighs to find your clit. He rubs confident circles, making your hips buck at the feeling.

“You’re soaked.” He wets his lips. “I need to taste you when we get back.”

You can’t say anything. Any time you open your mouth, a moan spills out instead. The knot in your stomach starts to unravel, and your hand slams into the window to keep yourself going. You bounce faster on him, relishing in the sound of his moans and whines as he gets closer to the edge.

The pleasure turns your vision white, your body moving wildly on its own accord as Chenle keeps you at a steady pace. You cry out, digging your nails into his shoulder. He curses again, suddenly, yanking you down until you’re flush against him. Pulling you into an earth-shattering kiss, he finishes buried deep inside you. His tongue dances with yours. The sweet taste of vanilla still lingers, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your chests heave in sync as you weakly hold onto him. His lips work magic on yours, much softer and sweeter now.

“You never cease to amaze me.” He laughs, out of breath.

“You’re not allowed to leave me for that long again,” you say, resting your forehead on his. “Worst few weeks of my life.”

“You’ll just have to come with me next time, then.” Chenle rubs his hand up and down your back. “If that’s what you want.”

“Are you admitting you missed me, too?” You grin at him, running your fingers through his hair.

“Oh, I still miss you,” he replies. “Miss you so much, I’m gonna be hard all over again by the time we get back to your place.”

“Gross.” You crinkle your nose. “Don’t say that to me.”

“First of all, you started this.” He gestures between the two of you. “That sound should not come from your mouth unless it’s because of me.”

You gently smack his chest as you lift off of him, sighing at the loss of him inside you. Grabbing your panties, you awkwardly get them back on while Chenle situates himself back into his pants.

“Look at you, jealous over ice cream.” You giggle, climbing back into the front seat.

“Wow, really?” He feigns surprise. “You don’t want to hang out back here with me for a little bit?”

“Considering the mess between my legs, I think we should go home.” You give him a stern look, and a proud smile spreads across his face.

“My favorite kind of mess.”

“Ew, you’re gross.” You point to the front seat. “Now drive us home so you can clean it up.”

“Yep, move over.”

As he settles, he glances over at you.

“Love you.” He beams, starting the car.

You roll your eyes, biting back a grin of your own. “Love you, too, loser. Drive.”

#nct #nct dream #nct imagines #nct dream smut #nct scenarios #chenle #zhong chenle #nct chenle #kpop imagines #kpop smut #chenle imagine #chenle smut #chenle fluff #chenle x reader

[angelsworks]

Little Witch The last kingdom x reader

Chapter 7

Next chapter -> H E R E

Series master list -> Here

Type: series

Summary: Uthred forces you to bathe, which leads to a disagreement between the two of you.

Warnings: 18+ Dark themes, spanking, kissing, description of injury, light fluff.

You remove your black dress. Surprised at how dirty your skin looks beneath it. You see little of your back, but trying to take your dress of causes you pain. Stretching your arms in any way hurt. Even if you did try to bathe, you doubted your ability to properly wash your hair.

You sigh before dipping your hair in the water over the tub. When it’s wet enough you put a small amount of soap on the ends. Proceeding to dry it with a towel and redress. You wait a short while before leaving the room.

Sure your plan has worked, you walk almost confidently out to meet Uhtred.

He stands idly to the side of the room, taking off his leather chest plate and removing his multitude of weapons. He looks at you with curious eyes. Eyes that you do well to avoid.

You sit quietly on the floor furthest away from him. Playing with your now slightly cleaner fingers.

“You have bathed?” He asks. Not convinced in the slightest you had bathed.

You nod. Knowing your voice would break or waver in tone. Surely giving yourself away. Revealing your lie to the intimidating Viking before you.

He clicks his tongue, “Do not lie to me witch. You will not like the outcome.” Uhtred feels annoyance rise within him. Annoyance at your disobedience and your blatant lying.

You raise your eyes to his own. A quiet fury lies behind them, waiting for you to wake it. It pinches the skin beside his eyes. Making them crinkle up in a glare.

“I have bathed. Now I wish to sleep.” You try your best to control your tone. Hoping he’ll not question you further.

Instead he walks over. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Now directly across from where you sit on the floor. Your eyes stay trained on his leather boots. Dirt cakes them from days of travel.

“You will sleep when you have bathed, which I am sure you have not. You have one more chance to go and bathe. Or else I’ll do it myself.” His words leave no room for argument. The threat sends a shiver up your spine. A shiver you aren’t certain is discomfort.

But you won’t do it. You won’t bathe and your choice is final. You feel almost childish about your decision. Like a toddler throwing a tantrum. In other circumstances the idea of taking a bath isn’t so dire. Yet here you feel it is.

Days of travel, of being treated like a prisoners, of walking on eggshells around these Viking men. They’ve made you tired, frustrated, tense. Your back aches and it’s not something you wish to confront. You’ve decided you won’t deal with it. Even Uhtred of Bebbanburg can’t make you bathe. You are quite certain he can’t.

“I will not Uhtred. I refuse,” you tell him, eyes still on the floor. “You May go and bathe, I will sleep.”

The sigh that leaves his lips is almost a groan. He leans forward to rest his arms on his knees. Bringing his face closer to your level.

“You are my seer now, that much I’ve come to believe. If I am your master than you are to listen to me, are you not?” He questions, eyebrow raised.

“No. I do not listen to you Uhtred,” you become defensive, trying to distract him from your current predicament. “Do not pretend to care of our bond, when you’ve kept me bound for the last few days.”

It takes a minute for Uhtred to smile, a smile that does not reach his eyes. “You will bathe tonight witch. You decide if you do it yourself or not.”

His words are final.

Yet you feel differently. A streak of defiance, disobedience, of brattiness perhaps, shoots through you.

He stays in his position as he watches you get up. A second after you make a dash for the door he follows after you. Chasing behind you before wrapping his arms around you. He picks you up and puts you over his shoulder.

You thrash wildly in his hold. More so than you have before. He’s surprised you have so much fight in you. He greatly dwarfs you in size and strength. That much he’s come to appreciate.

“Stop fighting witch or I’ll punish your disobedience.” He all but snarls out to you.

His words do the opposite. Their desired affect failing as your eyes widen and continue your fighting. Your thrashing becomes more frenzied, bending and arching manically to try and loosen his grip.

He pulls you off of his shoulder, as he sits on the edge of the bed. Pulling you over his knees.

“Stop your fighting witch. Take a bath, then we can sleep.”

You breathe heavy breaths as you work up the energy to start thrashing. It’s difficult from your position. You lay over his legs, hands held by one of his own, binding them together like a cuff. One of his legs pins your own down.

Nevertheless you try to start and jerk around. A slap on your dress covered rear halts your movements for a moment. Before you start wailing and kicking, trying to get him off.

In return Uhtred lays down more slaps. He didn’t think the night would turn this way. The thought of spanking you hadn’t crossed his mind before tonight. At least it hadn’t surfaced from his subconscious mind before tonight.

With the women he’d laid with it was often simple. It was sweet, loving even. That was with Saxon women. With Dane’s it became a battle for dominance. One he enjoyed playing. Yet there was no promise of submission from either party.

Here he wanted to see if he could bring you out of yourself. To bring you to a state you could trust another. Trust him. He’d seen the way your shoulders slumped, how heavy they looked. How stress weighed on them like metal amour.

For the first time since he’d met you he saw your shoulders finally relax. Your whole body relaxed. Or maybe it was just limp. The tiredness from the past few days now bleeding out of you as you lay over his knee. Taking spank after spank. Crying loudly.

From your cries it would seem like his spanks hurt like burns, like the worse kind of pain. In actuality, a tight string inside you felt like it had broken. All your hurt and all your worries came rushing past the now open barrier for the second time today. This time you felt it empty your supply more. You felt your problems wash away and your body loosen.

You felt your mind go blank as you moved to a higher place. One where you didn’t need to worry about your parents, or Freya, or Steffen. You only needed to think about one thing. Uhtred.

You felt thankful his spanks stayed on your rear. He never hit further up. Never striking your back and the horrible welts and cuts that littered it.

His punishment didn’t feel like a punishment in comparison to what Steffen had given you. More of a light correction.

You felt your will to disobey weaken. Your fire put out and your desire to fight him off float away. More strangely you felt your bond to Uhtred strengthen in a way. You felt vulnerable.

He’d stopped his slaps a few moments ago but you reminded over his knee, crying hard. He pulled you up gently and sat you to straddle him. Embracing you loosely around your lower back.

When you had calmed considerably he spoke, “I did not wish to do that. But believe me when I say I will do it again. I know now you speak truth and you are to stay with us a long time. I need you to listen to me so that I can protect you.”

You consider his words. Protect you? You found yourself comparing him to Steffen. A man who roughly demanded your support and loyalty. Through means of violence and torture. Now Uhtred was your master. A man who has done nothing near to the damage Steffen had caused. A man who was respected by his followers.

You wondered what had made Uhtred so sure of you. You had lied today. You had left and met Freya, when he specifically asked you not to. Yet he chose now to believe you. Believe you were fated to him. Destined to be his seer. Destined to be his.

He picks you up and holds you easily around his waist, so you rest at his side on his hip. He walks slowly to the bathroom, watching you for any signs of struggle. He is slightly astonished to see you holding to him tightly, your head buried in his neck.

You enjoy the closeness. If this man was your future you would enjoy it for however long it would last. If he really did trust you, maybe you could start to trust him too.

He places you softly on the floor while he sticks his hand in the water. Finding the water to still be warm.

“Undress little witch, you still need to bathe.” His words are gentle. A great contrast to his large figure and sometimes violent nature.

You shake your head and he readies his hand to spank you again. But he finds your eyes glazed as you look away from him.

“Uhtred I can’t. It will hurt me too much.”

If the mood was different he might make some sort of joke about you befriending the dirt under your nails and how you were now saddened to see it gone. Something about the empty look in your eyes tells him your words carry more weight.

He reaches out to hold you chin up, meeting his eyes. “Whatever hurts you, I will do my best to fix.” He tells you honestly. Fate has made you his and he intends to keep you as well as he possibly can. To take care of you with all he has.

You sigh. With shaking hands you start to pull your dress up, while avoiding eye contact with him as you do. Mind going blank as you feel his hands help to pull it over your head your head.

The fabric falls in a pile out of his hands and on to the floor. His eyes widen as he stares, mouth agape, thoughts racing.

Your body is as frail as he suspected. Your ribs tight against your skin. He sees dark bruises along your body. On your legs and arms, spread in an array on your torso. Your skin is particularly sore around your wrists and ankles. The injuries looking similar to those made by shackles. He thinks about how they’d bound you with rope in these places repeatedly, and how much it must have hurt you.

He says nothing as he walks around you. Wanting to see if your back had remained untouched unlike your front.

He felt his stomach fall as he saw the cuts and bruises that lay here. Still dark in colour showing the age and force which made them. They act as a background for the lashes. Lashes made by a whip no doubt. The sight takes him back to his time as a slave, he himself being beaten with a whip. The pain was sharp, awful and searing. But any action after that would magnified it. As it caused the unsealed wounds to reopen.

His fingers brush lightly over the cuts. Some trying to heal, others still open. The skin that wasn’t cut was caked in dirt. It made sense if you’d travelled without rest to Uhtred. He doubted the man responsible for your wounds would take the time to clean you afterwards.

“I will call for a healer little witch,” he moves to stand in front of you. “First you bathe, your wounds will become infected if left in this state.”

He guides you over to the tub. Your naked form now feeling the cold of the room. You take a breath before stepping over into the tub.

The warm water does feel soothing against your legs. Any wounds below your knee are small and minor compared to your back. It relaxes your muscles and warms your bones.

You hesitate as you go to sit in the water. Feeling anxious again at the thought of the pain.

“It will be okay little witch. The pain will pass.”

Sighing, you move to sit. It reaches you immediately. Waves of pain that had the power to bring you to your knees, crashed against your being. Your face contorts and you hold you breath as not to scream. It feels as if salt has been applied to your cuts. The water rubbing it in deeper.

Slowly the pain retreats, becomes dull and calmer. It hurts, but becomes easier to bare. Although your breathes remain ragged and laboured. You move your body so you sit lower in the water. Now it comes to just below your collarbones.

“I will leave you to bathe.” His words short he tried to take his leave.

Your hand reaches out, grabbing for him. You don’t want him to leave. Maybe it’s because his company brings a kind of completeness to your life. Or you’re feeling vulnerable from sharing so much with this man.

“Please stay. I don’t want to be alone. Take your bath.” Your voice is small yet it fills the room. You feel bad that the water will soon go cold and Uhtred will be left to bathe in the cold water. Uhtred says nothing, quietly contemplating what to do.

He nods finally, starting to disrobe. He watches you for any reaction and is surprised when he sees you looking away.

You focus on the grey stone bricks on the wall. All different size, stuck together with cement. There are no windows in the room. The only light is from candles placed sporadically around the room. Most likely lit by the owner of the inn.

Tentatively, Uhtred steps into the bath. Lowering himself until he’s able to sit, his lower half submerged in the warm water.

He says nothing as he watches you. You curl away from him, arms wrapped around your chest, shoulders tense with unease. You sit huddled to the opposite side of the tub. Trying to both give him space and build back your walls.

The tub is only so big. With Uhtred stature it’s hard to angle yourself away from him. You aren’t sure exactly why you are doing it. From the interval of asking Uhtred to stay and now sitting in the bath with him, you started to feel embarrassed.

Embarrassed he had seen you so vulnerable. Embarrassed he was sat with you in the bath. Embarrassed that he’d spanked you moments ago.

“Come closer witch. I do not bite.” He tells you. Widening his legs and positioning himself against the wall of the tub.

You make no move to get closer, causing him to sigh. He feels as if your relationship has changed. Whether you feel it too, he cannot say. But he can sense your guard had lowered. He feels as though it had given the two of you have a chance to connect.

Slowly you move back towards Uhtred. Wadding through the water until you make contact with his front. He raises his arms to lean on the edges of the tub, caging you in. Yet you don’t feel trapped.

You lean back against his chest, letting out a deep breath pass your lips. With it the last of your tensions. You match your breathing to his own. Letting your chest rise with his and fall with his.

Slowly Uhtred moves his fingers. The tips lightly dance over your arms. Tracing from the tops of your shoulders to the ends of your fingers. At first it makes you shiver, ticklish even. Yet after a few stokes it becomes extremely comforting.

“Thank you,” you whisper out. “For staying with me.”

He lets out a hum almost, one of agreement. Not pausing his movements.

“I want to know more about you. To say you are my Seer I know very little.” He murmurs in your eye.

You shift slightly, trying to move to face Uhtred. You struggle to use your arms to lift your weight. After seeing you struggle Uhtred shift you himself, so that you sit across his lap, almost cradled under his neck.

“What do you want to know?”

“Hmm,” his eyes glint, a playful look in them. “You could start with your name?”

“Y/N”

“How long have you had visions of me?”

“Since I was a teenager.”

“Why have you been sent to me?”

You pause for a while. Needing to think about your answer. You look up to his eyes. You see the shades of blue that litter his eyes, all blending into one. Previously you’d thought they were light blue like the sky. Now you think they’re dark blue, more like the ocean.

“In truth I do not know Uhtred. All I know is that fate has brought me to you. I belong to you. I am your gift from fate.” You tell him in earnest. Hoping he can see the sincerity in your eyes.

It feels as though his head had gotten closer to your own. His breath fans your face. His lips draw close. You’re sure he’s about to kiss you, yet he leaves a gap between the two of you. He waits.

You can’t explain why but you close the gap. Letting your lips connect. The kiss is gentle yet full of passion. You almost feel a spark run down your body at the contact. You place a hand on Uhtred’s chest to steady yourself.

He pulls away first, eyes now full of something more than playfulness. You feel a blush on your cheeks so you look away.

“You still need to be washed Y/N.”

For the next few minutes Uhtred helps you bathe. He washes your hair for you. Taking time to scrub deep in your scalp, along the strands of your hair. He runs his fingers through it to try and detangle some of the knots that have developed there.

With a rag he washes over your arms, legs and works slowly on your torso. You blush as he wipes over your breasts and the rag dips below the water to wipe between your legs.

Finally he uses a sponge to wipe over your back. He works in slow circles as he washes away the dirt embedded in cuts and smeared over skin. Occasionally it causes you to hiss out in pain, which makes him slow down even further.

When he’s satisfied he rises from the bath. Getting out and wrapping a towel around his waist. He picks a towel up to wrap your body in. Again being gentle of your injuries.

You follow him back into the bedroom where you see him start to dress back in his shirt and trousers. You start at him confused.

“I will fetch a healer from the village, you can dress in one of my spare shirts.” He tells you, about to put his shoes on.

You go to retrieve your pot from Freya, handing it to him. Now it’s his turn to looks confused.

“No healer. This salve should work just as well. It’s from a friend.”

He thinks for a moment. The pot looks similar to something a healer would give you and you seem to trust it. He nods his head. Starting to disrobe again.

You reach your hand out to take the pot back from him, but he pulls his hand back and holds it above your head. With one hand on your towel and one hand attempting to stretch in the air, you try to reach it.

“I can do it Uhtred.” You tell him, still trying to get it from him.

“You will not reach your cuts. I will do it. Lay on your front on the bed.”

Your arm drops to your side. Sighing you turn to lay down on the bed. Without being able to see him, you rely on his touch.

His hands move to lower your towel. You can hear the pot of salve open. Then finally the product being rubbed across your back. Along the cuts and welts that lay there. It stings and makes you wince. However you trust Freya and you trust the fact it will help in the long run.

His touch leaves you and you get up. Ready to wrap the towel around you once more.

“Don’t do that. Wear this, it’s looser.” He warns. Passing you his undershirt to wear. True to his words it fits your loosely and doesn’t make contact with your back.

“Let us sleep.” He guides you to lay on the bed. While you do, he blows out the candles around the room. Slowly letting the light drift from the room. When the last candle is out he moves back to the bed, lying down with you.

The heat from his body radiates to you. Warming you from the otherwise cold room. He pulls various furs over the two of you. Pulling you closer to him.

“Goodnight Y/N”. He whispers into your hair.

It’s not long before you’re able to drift off to sleep. Feeling a level of serene that has since been lost to you.

#dark #angelsworks post #the last kingdom #finan the last kingdom #osferth the last kingdom #sihtric the last kingdom #uhtred of bebbanburg #Uhtred of bebbanburg x reader #the last kingdom x reader #uhtred the last kingdom

[sergeantbuckybarnes]

rumour has it // george weasley

Summary: You and George had a perfect relationship, but everything crumbles when you are told that he’s cheating on you.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: accusations of cheating, angst, miscommunitation, fluff

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Also, thanks to @allyjoe755​ for proofreading this!

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You were never the type to believe in rumors. Especially those that spread throughout the school. They appeared as the social junk food that fattened the thoughts. You were the type of person who believed that "seeing is believing." So why did you believe Rionach O'Neal when she approached you after Herbology class to tell you that you were being cheated on, even if you hadn’t seen it for yourself?

Was it because she seemed nice and sincere in her pity for you? Perhaps it was your trust issues that told you this day would come sooner or later. Were you even surprised? It didn't help that George had been behaving strangely lately, canceling your dates, disappearing for hours, and providing vague explanations.

Oh, and how could you forget about the purple bruise you noticed on his neck this morning, and how he quickly dismissed it, claiming it was caused by Quiddich tryouts? You loved George and trusted him, so you had no reason to suspect he was lying… But now that voice in the back of your head was screaming at you, calling you an idiot for not seeing the signs sooner.

You felt pathetic. If Rionach O’Neil caught George snogging Romilda Vane, anyone could have too.

Why couldn't George be honest with you about his desire to end his relationship with you? Yes, it would have hurt, but you would have granted his wishes and let him go. Why did he feel the need to go behind your back and humiliate you? Was he worried about your reaction? Or perhaps he didn't have the courage to tell you and was waiting for you to notice that he was no longer interested in you.

You had no idea how long you had been crying in your dorm, lying on your bed, face buried in your pillow, hot tears soaking it. But when Angelina Johnson came in to tell you it was time for dinner, your eyes were still bloodshot, matching your hot, red, sweaty cheeks.

“Y/N,” She sounded concerned, and she dashed to your bed, taking a seat next to you. “What happened?”

The tears stopped flowing at some point, but seeing your friend's worried expression asking what was wrong brought the conversation with Rionach back to your mind, and your eyes began to stream again unconsciously.

Angelina tried her best to calm you down. She hugged you and assured you that everything would be fine, but nothing seemed to take away the way your body was shaking or stop the tears from falling. So she posed the question she believed would make you feel better.

“Would you like me to look for George?”

It did nothing but make your mood worse. Angelina picked up on it. “Wait. Is George the reason you are crying?” She didn't think of it as a first choice because she'd seen you and George together. You were so in love with each other that some people would consider it sickening. She and your other friends were always making fun of the fact that you had the young twin wrapped around your finger. So the idea of George hurting you was unthinkable. “What did that dimwit do?”

“H-he... he ch- cheated,” your voice broke through the sobs. Angelina's expression changed from concerned to angry as soon as the words left your mouth.

“Bloody git,” your friend muttered under her breath as she tightened her embrace around you, rubbing your back, trying to comfort you. “He doesn't deserve you, Y/N.”

“Why did he do that, Angie? Was I not good enough?”

“No way, no how. Don’t think that. This has nothing to do with you. You hear me? He’s an idiot for doing that to you. It's his loss because he'll never find anyone better than you.”

You'd been avoiding him all week, which was driving George insane. Were you upset with him? He had no idea what he had done to irritate you, and he couldn't apologize to you because every time he entered the same room as you, you left.

He missed you. He missed sitting next to you at lunch and wrapping his arm around your shoulder just to feel the sensation of touching you, he missed you forcing him to watch muggle movies and him complaining but secretly loving it because he couldn't take his gaze away from you every time he asked something he didn't understand and you eagerly explaining it to him. He missed your late-night sneak outs after curfew to the Black Lake to spend time alone.

George just missed you.

And when he asked Angelina if he knew what was wrong with you and she gave him a murderous glare just to leave seconds later he knew something was up.

"I just wish I knew what I'd done." His body collapsed on one of the Gryffindor common room couches as he complained to his twin brother about the situation he found himself in.

"It must have been pretty bad if even Angie is upset with you."

“Did she say anything to you?” He inquired, hopeful. Perhaps his brother's girlfriend had confided in him, but when he saw Fred shaking his head, he sulked once more.

“I’m sorry, mate. I asked, but she just said ‘Ask George’.” The older twin mimicked the words that left his girlfriend’s mouth days prior.

“So I’ve done something.” His voice was exasperated, tired even. “How am I supposed to fix it if I have no idea what I did in the first place?”

“It’s really not that difficult. You just have to stop thinking I’m an idiot that was never going to find out about it.”

George turned to see you standing behind him. You had a solemn expression on your face that matched your hard tone. You were carrying a box in your arms, which you carelessly dropped on the floor. He caught a glimpse of what you were carrying and noticed a sweater with the letter G knitter in the middle, pictures of the two of you together, and a slew of other things he gave to you throughout your relationship.

“Love, I-”  You cut him off before he could say anything.

“Don’t call me that.” You kicked the box on the floor to bring it closer to him. “Take it. I don’t want it. I don’t want anything that has to do with you.”

“What have you done, mate?” Fred couldn't believe what he was seeing with his eyes. It was the first time he'd seen you upset. Like, really upset. Usually, when he and George did something stupid, you would pretend to be angry and roll your eyes at them, but a smile always formed on your face, revealing that you were just messing with them. This time, however, there was no smile. Just a stoic expression on your delicate features.

George turned to face his twin, but said nothing. This resulted in a dry chuckle leaving your mouth. “Yeah, Georgie,” The nickname he loved to hear from you, always with such tenderness, was now laced with venom, and it made George’s stomach twist. “Why don’t you tell your dear brother what you have done?”

But, once again, George simply stood there in front of you, completely helpless, which only infuriated you even more. Not only could he not admit the truth to you, but he couldn’t tell his own twin brother, either?

Seeing that his brother was not going to say anything, Fred opted for asking you. “What did he do, Y/N?”

“He cheated on me,” you stated unequivocally. The boys in front of you had completely different reactions. Fred appeared stunned. He would have expected you to say anything other but those words. He knew how much in love with you his twin was. George never shut up about you, about how perfect, smart, funny and nice you were. He even talked about proposing to you once you graduated. So he couldn’t fully believe that George was stupid enough to throw it all that away. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, seemed perplexed; he, too, had not expected that response.

“He did what?”

You shrugged, not really interested in prolonging the situation. But before you could exit the common room, you felt compelled to deliver the punchline. “You should give those to Romilda; I'm sure she'd love them.” As you kicked the box on the floor again, you made sure to emphasise the sarcasm in your voice.

“Romilda? What are you talking about?”

“Did you get with Romilda Vane?” Fred scrunched up his nose, a disgusted expression on his face.

“Yes, he did.” “No, I didn’t.” You and George both responded at the same time.

Fred's gaze shifted from you to his brother a few times before he rose from the couch. “I believe it is best if I leave. This appears to be a private conversation.” Before heading up the stairs to the dorms, the ginger boy patted his brother on the back.

George returned his focus to you. “Y/N, what is going on? Where did you get the idea that I was cheating on you with Romilda Vane from?”

“So, you're going to keep denying it?”

“Yes, I’m going to keep denying it, because it’s not true.”

“If it’s not true then why have you been cancelling our dates? Or disappearing for hours just to give me a lame excuse about it. Like you did with the mark on your neck.”

George stroked the bruise on his neck with his left hand “You reckon it’s a lovebite?” He asked dumbfounded. “I thought you were smarter than that, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I thought so too. But obviously we were both wrong. Because if I was smart I would have seen it for myself and not needed Rionach O'Neal to point it out to me”

George groaned, running his hand through his unkempt hair. “So you believed a rumor spread by a classmate. That's fantastic, Y/N. It's wonderful to see how much trust you have in me.”

Was he being serious? He had no right to be offended and turn this into a personal attack. “I believe what I see. And all I’ve seen for the past few weeks is my boyfriend neglecting me.”

You vowed to yourself that you would not cry in front of him. You were not going to give him that satisfaction. He didn't deserve your tears, as Angelina said. But you were an emotional person and this conversation was getting the best of you. This is not how you imagined it would be. You were simply supposed to hand George the box containing his belongings and walk away from him. He wasn't supposed to respond by questioning your actions.

When he saw how broken you looked, George's expression softened. “I’m sorry, love. It was never my intention to make you feel that way.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” You didn’t find it in you to call him out about the term of endearment. You were tired and you didn’t want to fight anymore.

“It does matter. Look, I know how my actions for the past weeks must have looked, but I swear on my life that I am not cheating on you with Romilda Vane. Or any other girl, for that matter. You are the only one I am interested in. You are the only one I see. I love you, Y/N. You are the first girl I ever loved. I've never felt this way about anyone.”

During George's speech, you remained silent, your gaze fixed on the floor. You didn't feel capable of holding his gaze. Your boyfriend approached you with caution, testing the waters. When he saw you didn't take a step back, he reached his hand to your face, softly grabbing your chin and lifting it so your eyes could finally meet.

“What have you been up to these past weeks then?” Your voice was soft, almost shy. You wanted to believe George’s words. You desperately wanted to believe George's words. You truly did. But there were still things that didn't add up, and you wanted to be certain before making a decision you might regret later.

George sighed. “Do you know what day is tomorrow?” You frowned at the odd question. “Tuesday?” He let out a small chuckle at your confusion. “Yes. But what day is it?”

“March 12th.” And then it clicked. “Our anniversary.”

How could you have forgotten? You had been so busy being mad at George, and trying to avoid him, that it completely slipped your mind that your 3 year anniversary was coming up.

“I've been planning this surprise for you. I wanted to make it special. That's why I've been disappearing and cancelling our plans. I wanted it to be perfect. You can ask Fred and Lee; they’ve been helping me out.”

He spoke again before you could respond. "Please wait here." He said, and you watched him fade away as he strode up the stairs to his dorm.

Just a few minutes later, he was back in front of you, holding a small box and motioning for you to take it. You took the small box from his grasp and carefully opened it. When you saw what was inside, you let out a small gasp.

The turquoise bay blue sea glass was wrapped in a wire, a starfish charm and a freshwater pearl hanging from the chain as well. This had to be the most beautiful pendant you had ever seen.

“I made it myself.” George’s voice made you tear your glassy eyes from the pendant. “I remember how you said you loved the sea, and how you used to go every summer with your parents when you were a kid, so I wanted you to have something that reminds you of that, I guess.”

You couldn't keep the tears from falling anymore, so you let them. You were overtaken by guilt. You'd been ignoring George for the past week with no explanation, not caring how he felt. And you had treated him so badly earlier, when you dropped the box containing all of your memories like it was trash. On the other hand, he was working on a meaningful, one-of-a-kind gift for your anniversary. And when you yelled at him and were nothing but rude to him, he could have become enraged and yelled back at you, but he didn't.  He remained calm, because that’s who George was, and you didn’t deserve him.

“I’m sorry,” you finally said. “I’m really sorry.”

When you began to shake, George tightly wrapped his arms around you. You hid your face in his chest, and he rested his chin on your head while kissing you lightly. “It’s alright, love.”

When you pulled apart, he cupped your face in his hands, wiping the remaining tears with his thumbs. “I should have come to you, and asked you about it. I shouldn’t have believed Rionach right away. But I let my self-doubts get the best of me and-” George placed his index finger on your lips, preventing you from speaking further.

“It’s alright, Y/N. Really. Don’t worry your pretty little mind about it anymore.”

“So, do you forgive me?”

Your boyfriend smiled at you, sweetly. “There’s nothing to forgive.”

You cast a quick glance at the pendant still resting on the small box in your hand, then returned your attention to your boyfriend. “I know it’s not our anniversary yet, but would you mind putting it on me?”

George smiled as he removed the pendant from the box and hung it around your neck. “It’s really beautiful. I love it, George.”

“Anything for you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and his hands quickly moved to your waist, drawing you closer to him. He looked down, meeting your gaze, now tear-free. “I love you, Georgie.”

“I love you, too, love.” He closed the small gap between you, his lips meeting yours for the first time in a week.

#george weasley #harry potter #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley x you #george weasley fic #george weasley one shot #harry potter imagine #fred and goerge weasley #weasley twins

[f1uckinghell]

Max is cleaning out the house and finds his old school uniform, he puts it on as a bit of joke thinking maybe the alphas would get a kick out of it or something. He totally doesn't expect Charles being all over him, the uniform reminding him of all the firsts of Max's he took 🥵

(old ask, this is not exactly what you wanted but hey) this accidentally became a full oneshot, enjoy!

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Max is cleaning out the attic, and he finds a box of old clothes and takes them down to go through it, half to laugh about them, half for the nostalgia, and also because maybe Riley might like one or two of them.

There is tons of stuff that kind of makes him a little sad when he looks at them. Shirts in drab colors, cheap jeans he never liked wearing, formless sweaters to hide his figure.

„Mama, most of these are so…sad.“ Riley holds up a very ugly grey-striped knit jumper.

„Yeah… I was sad while wearing them.“ Max watches Riley toss it onto the donate-pile.

There is a divide in this box, though, between before and after- before, those are the colorless clothes, the ones that scream depression. After, they get more colorful. There is a t-shirt Charles made for him, it’s tie-dye with „bestie“ written on the chest.

„I like this one,“ Riley smiles, holding it up to his own body. Max was older than him when he wore it, so it still looks too big, but he’ll grow into it.

„What’s this?“ Riley pulls out a piece of fabric, and Max’s heart stops for a second. Riley holds it up, and the ugly, mid-length skirt unfolds „I thought you never wore skirts when you were younger!“

Max shudders at the memory of sitting in a restaurant wearing it, his father talking about him like he’s not there, alphas commenting on his figure and cooking skills like he’s a doll, Daniil sitting there not talking to him.

„I didn’t.“ He grabs it from Riley’s hand and tosses it onto the landfill-pile. Riley follows it with his eyes. „My father made me wear it once.“

He has a policy of not lying to his pups about feelings and his past, and Riley is old enough to understand. Immediately, his eyebrows furrow. „Well, fuck it then.“

It makes Max smile, the swear word included.

„Ohh, look!“ Riley reaches and pulls out something else.

It’s Max’s school uniform, a white button down, a fine wool-knit jumper, the pleated skirt. Riley coos at it. „That’s so vintage, I love it!“

Max snorts. „Vintage?“

It’s the last uniform he had for school, much too big for Riley. A flood of memories overcomes Max as Riley runs his fingers over the pleated skirt. „That must have looked so cute on you.“

„It did,“ Charles says from the doorway. He must have sneaked up on them, distracted as they.

„Maman, look!“ Riley beams, „Did you have one like this too?“

„Yeah, of course.“ Charles saunters over to them, his hand landing warmly on Max’s shoulder. „But I used to roll up the waistband so it looked shorter.“

That makes Riley giggle.

„I didn’t do that,“ Max tells him, „And neither should you.“ Although he knows Riley would never. He reminds Max of himself like that.

„Actually,“ Charles hums, „I think I still have my cheerleader uniform. I think it’s in the depths of my closet somewhere.“ As intentioned, Riley’s eyes light up immediately. „Can I go look for it?“

„Yeah! It should be on a hanger.“

Riley dashes off, leaving the two of them alone. Charles sinks down to the floor next to Max and surprises him with a kiss. Max purrs into it. He knows Charles is up to something, especially when he half-climbs into Max’s lap to straddle him.

„You should put it on,“ he purrs, kissing Max’s neck.

„What?“ It comes out squeakier than expected. When Max realizes Charles is referring to the school uniform, he shakes his head violently. „It won’t fit!“

„It will!“ Charles pulls away, looking at him with a glint in his eyes. „…please?“

„Why?“ Max asks, mildly bewildered by the intensity of this request. Slow heat is rising in the bottom of his stomach as Charles is grinding down on him. He wraps his arms around him and holds on to his thighs, squeezing lightly.

„Because…,“ Charles trails his fingertips up Max’s shoulders, „That’s what you were wearing for most of our first times.“

Max feels himself blush. „Oh!“

„Yeah… I still have very fond memories of fingering you under that skirt,“ Charles purrs with a smirk, his fingertips now running along the neckline of Max’s shirt. „…and of unbuttoning that shirt.“

Max is too stunned to speak, so he just tips his head up in an offer for a kiss. Charles takes the offer. It’s true, there were many, many times when they made out while Max was wearing this outfit. There are lots of memories attached to it; not many of them have to do with actual school.

They make out for a moment, right until there are footsteps on the staircase. Charles lets out a little groan and slowly slides off of Max’s lap, giving him a heated grin. Max also feels slightly out of breath.

Riley barges in, Charles’ old red and white cheerleading uniform in hand. „I found it!“

„Great!“ Charles rises to his feet. „I could try it on, see if it still fits me.“ He gives Max a wink, then tells Riley, „Your papa must have a matching alpha one somewhere.“ He holds the skirt up to his hips, and Max has to look away so he doesn’t blush even harder.

„You could have a Highschool dress-up party!“ Riley suggests innocently.

Charles gives Max a smirk and wiggles his hips, making the pleated skirt swing back and forth. „Yeah, maybe we should.“

#asks #virtues verse #fluff tag #smut tag #pup tag #vv!lestappen #vv!max #vv!charles #vv!riley #angst tag

[petalouda85]

Promise

Fandom: Blades of Light and Shadow 2

Pairing: Tyril x f!human!MC (Kassandra)

Word count: 3.4k

AO3 link: x

Concept: victory over the Ash Empress quickly turns to tragedy. Tw: character death, use of alcohol to cope with grief, s**cidal thoughts

Tags: @choicesficwriterscreations, @liviusofpella, @starlight-starfury, @megas-choices

A/N: not the fic I thought I’d finish first after Book 2 ended but I also wouldn’t be me if I didn’t write something absolutely heart wrenching once in a while. Rest assured, next fic will be a lot happier.

In case it was missed: TW for character death, alcohol use to cope with grief and s**cidal thoughts. If these make you uncomfortable, feel free to skip; I understand that these can be difficult topics for people.

When Tyril opened his eyes, he winced, the bright sky and sun causing the ache in his head to pulse more strongly. He covered his eyes but smiled ever so slightly; he had not not expected to see those beacons of hope above him. Throughout the battle, the Ash Empress had cast a dark cloud overhead, frightening the warriors of Morella and spurring on the Ashen army. It had flickered in and out of existence as she was attacked and retaliated but with one burst of power, the darkness seemed permanent. But the dark blanket was now gone without a trace.

Upon adjusting, he sat up, looking out over the wide expanse of the battle field, a small smile quirking at his lips.

The Ashen soldiers were scattering, running through the portal back to the Shadow Realm while the Elves, Goblins and Dwarves spurred them on.

As the last of the Ashen disappeared, a deafening silence fell over the battlefield, only the screeches and caws of the ravens and crows above breaking the silence.

He spotted a figure dressed in priestly robes lying in the grass nearby, slowly getting up and clasping at her head, blood streaming down her face.

“Nia.” He whispered, quickly dashing to her and dropping to his knees, examining the wound, a deep gash above her eyebrow. Nia looked at him with weary and dazed eyes.

“I’m alright, Tyril.” She said assuringly. “I just bumped my head.” He quickly held his hand over her cut, the skin closing underneath his magic.

“That’s better.” Nia gave a faint smile.

“Thank you. Where are the others?” She quickly asked.

“Alright, up you get.” Tyril turned his head in the direction of Imtura’s voice. She was not too far away, sporting many cuts on her arms and a few on her face. She had swung Mal’s arm over her shoulder and helped him stand up, which is when the elf spied the rogue’s broken leg. Slowly, the two made their way over to the elf and priestess, relieved smiles on their faces.

“Hey elf boy, priestess. Glad to see you still among the land of the living.” Mal smirked but his jovial expression immediately fell. “Where’s Kassandra?”

Tyril’s head snapped to attention, turning to the last spot he had seen her, the images he saw before being knocked out flashing before his eyes. The golden armor dulled, hands grasped onto the Empress’ face, an impossible stream of Light emanating from them, face twisted in pain and determination as the Empress’ hand smashed past the armor and into her chest before an explosion of Light had blinded and thrown him and the others back, his vision going black moments later.

In the same space was now a spot of black charred grass, a pile of ash gradually blowing away with the wind, and laying nearby, face down in the grass, was a body encased in gold armor, unmoving.

“No.” He muttered desperately, struggling to remain on his feet as he ran to the body, his chest filling with dread. “No. Please. Not like this.” He fell to his knees adjacent to it and turned it over, the sight making him gasp.

Kassandra’s face was marred with cuts and bruises, a trail of blood trickling out the corner of her mouth. Her hair was matted with blood and dirt. The runes on her armor had faded, the enchantment gone with them, and a hole where the Ash Empress had dug her claws in was left behind, blood and Shadow rot dripping out from the gaping wound on her chest.

“NIA!” He cried, finding the Priestess already running towards them, the others in tow. Nia dropped to her knees and immediately, her hands began to glow with healing light. But the blood didn’t stop flowing, the Shadow still permeating. Tears formed in the Priestess’ eyes.

“It’s not working.”

Tyril placed his hand over the wound, concentrating and willing the wounds to be healed but they remained.

“No. Why is it not working?” He whispered.

“It must be the Empress’ doing. It must be.” Nia wept, holding her hand desperately over the wound once more. Her brow furrowed as she concentrated, Tyril sensing a magical but invisible energy surround them. She concentrated and concentrated, her jaw tight, her teeth grinding but the wound remained unchanged. She released the magic, a tear running down her face.

“No.” She whispered, shakily placing her hand to Kassandra’s throat. Immediately, Nia’s eyes widened. “Kassandra?” She gasped. Ever so slowly, Kassandra’s eyes opened, her gaze soft but unfocused.

“Kassandra?” Tyril whispered, cupping her cheek with his own bloodied hand.

“Tyril?” Kassandra’s voice was soft and weak. She turned her head to face him, though her gaze remained unfocused. “Is that you?” He nodded fervently.

“Yes. I’m here. We all are.” Gently, he lifted her up, supporting her head in the crook of his elbow so she could see their companions stand by her. Injured but alive. She smiled weakly at them.

“Hi.”

“Hey, Kit.” Mal teased, leaning heavily on Imtura. “How you holding up?" Kassandra looked down at the hole in her chest.

"I've had worse." She joked, a few snickers emanating through the group. She looked up at the sky, seemingly surprised to see the blue color. “Is it over?” Tyril nodded.

“It’s over. You did it, Kassandra. You won.” She looked at him and smiled.

“No. We won.” The elation on her face quickly faded. “The barrier… I can’t close it. And Valax can’t close it alone. The world will stay as it is.” She lifted her bloodied hand, gazing at it before looking once more at the hole in her chest. She let out a breath, leaning her head into his chest before letting out a small sob. “I wish I was in Undermount.” She wept softly. “I would’ve loved to have seen it one last time.” Tears forming in his eyes, Tyril gently turned her face so she looked at him again, forcing a calm face for her sake.

“Then let’s imagine it. Let’s imagine our return to Undermount.” She looked up to the blue sky, briefly closing her eyes as the sun’s warm beams shined down on her wan face.

“I think it would be a warmer welcome this time. No trouble at the gate and the streets flocked with elves wanting to see the heroes of Morella. We’d push through the crowd to your home. It’s restored and renewed, shining in the light. Beautiful.” She smiled faintly at the image as she struggled to take a deep breath. “Your father and sister at the door. Adrina would hug us and she’d tease you so much.” The thought made Tyril chuckle.

“Relentlessly.” He caressed her cheek, her skin cold and clammy. “I’d take you to the Masquerade and I’d dance all night with you.”

“And kiss me on the floor?” He nodded.

“And declare you my Dinvalir and Kilvalir. The scandal we’d cause.” She giggled at the thought, her smile still so beautiful.

“And drink honey wine?”

“So much that we’d make Threep jealous.”

“Not that difficult to do.” She chuckled though a tear ran down her cheek. The light mood quickly became heavy once more. “You have to keep going. You all do.” He shook his head, tears finally rolling out of his eyes.

“I can’t do it without you.” He said, his voice shaking. The year she had been gone was torture for him. There had been days where he couldn’t move, couldn’t think, her absence having left a dark void in his heart and mind. Hope that she was still alive had kept him going. Now, such hope was not possible. She was slipping away from him and he couldn’t stop it, no more than he could stop water from slipping through his fingers. Slowly, she reached up, briefly cupping his cheek.

“Yes, you can. You’re so strong, Tyril. So much stronger than you realize. You still have so much to give to this incredible world we live in. Travel, learn, protect those who can’t protect themselves.” She dropped her hand to her chest, clasping his hand weakly and bringing it over to rest over her heart. “Promise me, Tyril.” She whispered. “Promise me. Promise me, Uluvalir.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, a few of his tears dripping onto her cheeks when she barely returned the gesture. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers, letting out a shaking breath.

“I promise.” He whispered before pulling back. She tried to reach up her hand again but it soon fell back to rest on her chest, her strength waning.

“Take care of the others for me. And take care of Kade. Tell him that I’m sorry.” She took a deep, quivering breath, looking at Nia when the priestess took her hand. “Live.” She said, forcing herself to speak louder. She took in another breath, shallow and quick, before looking to Imtura and Mal. “Live for me.”

“Of course, Kassandra.” Nia nodded.

“Always.” Mal responded, nudging Imtura. The two hobbled closer, getting down on their knees next to their companions.

“It’s been an honor fighting with you.” Imtura said with a quivering voice, laying her hand over Nia’s. Soon, Mal’s hand joined as did Tyril’s. Kassandra’s eyes seemed to gaze through them but her smile remained warm.

“What a beautiful family.” She whispered before a faint gasp escaped her lips, her eyes losing focus, her chest becoming still.

For a moment, all was silent, the friends unmoving. With a shaking hand, Tyril reached up and closed Kassandra’s eyes, letting out a strangled sob; she looked so peaceful, he could almost convince himself she was only sleeping. He felt a hand on his shoulder, finding Nia’s eyes red, her composure cracking. She opened her mouth, likely to try to say something comforting but nothing came out and she bowed her head in grief. Mal’s face was stoic but it too was breaking, a tear forcing itself out while Imtura seemed to shake, her fists clenched, her jaw tight.

“Kassandra!” A familiar voice cried.

The four friends turned their heads to the noise, finding Aerin bounding up the hill, Valax on his heels. They skidded to a stop, staring at the scene, horror clouding Aerin’s face.

“Is she…?” His voice shook. Tyril found himself staring at the former prince’s face, finding traces of the love and affection he’d sent in Kassandra’s direction when he thought no one was looking. Another rush of tears flowed from the elf’s eyes as he shook his head; he could hear the prince’s gasp just barely over the sound of his own shattering heart.

As Adrina and the rest of their allies climbed the hill, Tyril watched as Valax turned briskly on her heels and ran towards the portal, the elf spying sorrow and hurt in her eyes in the brief moment he saw her face.

As the Ash princess disappeared through the portal, Adrina had reached the top of the hill, gasping at the sight that greeted her. The siblings exchanged a look; nothing needed to be said, the heavy air conveying the tragic news to her.

Tears in her eyes, Adrina lowered herself to one knee, laying her weapon down and bowed her head reverently to Kassandra. She was soon joined by Cherta and Willow and Aerin and slowly, one by one, the entire army kneeled before them; the sight would’ve been beautiful in any other circumstance, Tyril told himself bitterly as he tightly embraced the body of his lost love.

The days passed in a blur. Seconds became hours, and hours felt like weeks.

A funeral occurred only days later. It was an elaborate ceremony, no expense being too great for the noble hero who sacrificed herself for the realm. The king and many others spoke eloquently and gratefully about her, exalting her virtues and praising her bravery and sacrifice.

“They could never do her justice.” Tyril thought bitterly after the king finished speaking. “She was divine, celestial. She outshone the stars and now, the stars will bow to her for she is greater than them all.”

He forced his way through the ceremony, keeping his jaw tight, fists clenched and shaking slightly; his friends remained close to him, placing supportive hands on his shoulder and whispering words to spur him through the remainder of the ceremony.

After the funeral, he shut himself in his room and he finally let the overwhelming, raging anger out. Smashed vases, broken mirrors, ripped sheets, chipped and charred wood. When there was nothing left to receive his anger, he had collapsed onto the floor, clawing at his head and hair, tears soaking the carpet. He must’ve been loud because shortly after, Adrina had found him in his pathetic state. He didn’t remember much of what happened after. He had a vague recollection of being guided to the chair by the fireplace, a crackling of a spell in the air, restoring the room to its correct state, and a blanket being placed over his shoulders. There had been a muffled voice and a warm hand holding his but he had not reacted, staring at the flames in the hearth.

He remained there, still as a statue, ruminating, not moving even after his sister had given up on pleading with him. After an eternity, she had left, a whisper of a promise to return on her lips as she shut the door.

Somehow, he snapped out of his catatonic state enough to summon a servant to his room. In a monotone voice, he requested wine to be brought to him, a deep craving for alcohol forming in him. The servant returned with the requested item soon enough, Tyril glad that the human had enough sense to bring the bottle too.

It didn’t last the night.

Another bottle was brought the next night and it too was soon empty, the liquor bringing him the numbness he desired. With every drink, another tear fell, his mind repeating the same thought over and over.

First his mother, then Kaya, and now Kassandra. Why were they the cost for all he’d done?

The empty bottle was placed on the table next to his chair, it quickly removed by the servant when they brought more of the requested drink. He didn’t move much from the chair, not that he had the energy to do much else. The days had become a blur, night turning into day and back to night in a matter of seconds. His sister and his friends came by at times, bringing food and water and taking away the untouched plates and cups. They spoke to him, though he never listened to them enough to hear what was said. One word answers in the same monotonous tone were all he could manage.

For days, he remained in the chair, the cycle of friends visiting and servants bringing him his requests continuing. Briefly, he thought that he must’ve been a sight to behold in this stupor. Hair disheveled, clothing wrinkled, eyes red with large bags underneath, wine never far. It was a far cry from the proper lord he once was.

He downed the glass of wine he had in his hand - he wasn’t certain how many he had had already that evening; he stopped counting after the third glass. The liquor went down with ease, adding another delicious layer of numbness. Once the final drops were out of the cup, he placed it down on the table next to him and turned his gaze to the ornate box adjacent to the glass.

He had discovered it on top of one of the dressers many moons ago but it had not crossed his mind until more recent times; in a brief moment out of his catatonia, he had retrieved it and placed it near him. Slowly, he undid the clasp and lifted the lid.

Inside was an ornately decorated knife, it lying beautifully on top a pillow of velvet; another display of the king’s wealth, meant to be admired, not used.

Gently, he took the blade out of the box, it staying loosely in his hand. He turned it in his hand, examining the details on the hilt and the blade itself. It was very beautiful, he had to admit. He continued to stare at it, the firelight reflecting in the blade, the sharpness looking rather inviting.

You have to keep going. Promise me, Tyril. Promise me.

“Why would you make me promise something like that?” He muttered, no tears coming out; he had run out hours ago. Memories flashed across his mind, the happiness in them mocking him. That fateful first meeting in Port Parnassus, the conversation by the railing on the Sun Maiden, their first kiss in the Deadwood, dancing in Undermount, the balcony in Whitetower, the wonderful moment he held her again after that long and lonely year.

His grip on the knife tightened as the memory of the final fight against the Shadow Court flashed before him. That one final moment before opening the door to the ritual chamber. He had kissed her, convinced that it would be the last one.

“I want to live, Kassandra. I want to live for you.” He had told her in that moment. “What is there to live for now?” He mumbled, his grip loosening.

Another memory came to him as he continued to stare at the knife, the flame reminding him of the heat of the moment and the desert they had been in. He replayed it a few times in his mind, every whisper of Dinvalir causing yet more aches. He clawed through the memory once more when a moment within gave him pause.

Sometimes I hate my sense of duty.

I love your sense of duty.

He froze, the knife slipping from his grasp, the tip embedding itself into the floor. His lips began to crack as a smirk made its way to his face, a realization hitting him.

“Clever Kassandra.” He whispered. “Clever, clever Kassandra.” She had known him so well. Even as she lay dying, she thought of his well-being and his future, appealing to his sense of duty in her final moments. He would’ve given her anything, she had known that; ask for a star and he would’ve gifted her the night sky. She had asked for him to keep going, had him promise to keep going and in doing so, she had made it his duty to keep going.

He retrieved the knife from the floor, the sharpness no longer as inviting as before. He stared at it for a few more moments before placing it back on the pillow, slamming the lid shut and placing the latch back in place. He felt discomfort in his knees as he stood up, taking the box off the table and slowly walking to the nearest dresser, opening the top compartment and shoving the box in, slamming the compartment shut once more.

He shuffled to the table and turned the cup upside down. He stared at the chair for a moment but he turned away, going to stand before the fireplace, leaning one hand on the mantle. He stared into the fire, an unexpected tear forming in his eye.

Promise me, Tyril.

Her voice sounded clear in his mind and his imagination played a beautiful trick as he felt a ghostly touch on his shoulder, the sensation eventually moving and embracing him from behind, the phantom ethereal touch beaming with reassurance. It made him smile so slightly, imagining that the touch was her. He let out a long breath, imagining the ethereal hand being placed over his heart as a lightness he hadn’t felt in some time rushed through him.

“The path ahead won’t be easy.” He whispered like a prayer. “The road was much clearer with you beside me. I don’t know what’s next for me. I don’t know what the future holds. It’s all obscured in a thick mist and traversing it without your guiding light terrifies me.” He paused, the imagined hands embracing him more tightly. “I will traverse it and I hope that you stand by me when I do, even when I can’t see you or feel your touch. I know it won’t be easy. But for you? I will try.” He placed his own hand over his heart.

“I promise.”

#tyril x mc #tyril starfury #blades of light and shadow #bolas 2 #playchoices #my writing #petal writes #tw character death #tw alcohol #Tyril x Kassandra

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FIRST EVER FF

so im not rlly good at writing smut or anything like that saurrr im gonna try for the first time

Pls feel free to leave tips and stuff for me cuz like i need help 😭

SUNGHOON FF~

When he pretends to be ur bf in front of ur ex (this isn’t smut btw im not ready to write that yet 😢)

Reader has a crush on sunghoon

(I’ll be addressing the reader as y/n)( fem reader)

Btw i love Yeonjun sm i just thought he kinda seems hot being the playboy type ( no hate pls 😭)

Y/n pov:

~Ughh why can’t i get at least one day off from the mess that my life is. I want to just bury all my stress underground and keep it there so someone else can be buried in it one day. I hate school so much! 😭

But one thing i don’t hate about school is my love 😍 , the only person i would ever come to school for.

Well i mean the boy who doesn't know i exist, Park Sunghoon..

Ugh pull yourself together y/n I can’t believe you were actually thinking about him that way. You have school to focus on right now, so there’s no time to be thinking about your classmate like that!

As i was looking at my timetable to see which class i was off to next, someone harshly bumped into me from behind, stepping on the heel of my foot and I hissed in pain. I whipped my head around furiously to see who decided to dampen my already miserable mood.

“Who the h…”

I was at a loss for words when meeting eyes with the supposedly blind suspect who clearly didn’t see me walking in front of them.

I thought i was dreaming but then again nothing good ever happened to me and i realized that this was the beginning of my worst nightmare.

It was Yeonjun, the boy who had broken my heart after chasing after my best friend whilst still being together with me.

I despise him, and never wanted to face him again but clearly fate was very much against me today. I vowed that once i was dead i would fight whichever god or superior being that was making me deal with this bs.

Author POV:

Y/n was extremely shocked and taken aback when coming face to face with her ex. But as well as being shocked she was more so pissed off with that fact that she had to face him after two months of successfully ignoring and getting over him.

( Yeonjun and y/n has lasted for 1 year, and they were the schools hottest IT couple, but they had to eventually break up due to the fact that Yeonjun just couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. They unfortunately left it on some negative terms)

Yeonjun smirked, seeing his cute little ex looking enraged in front of him.

He was never actually interested in her, only playing with her feelings due to the fact that most guys wanted her, which wasn't surprising as she was marked as the ‘cutest girl on campus”. He had no regrets in toying with her, especially after he’s now got her ex-best friend trailing after him like a lost puppy.

He looked y/n up and down with a sexy smirk and let out a low whistle.

YJ: “Long time no see darling. Looks like you’ve matured quite a bit”

Y/n instantly felt sick and uncomfortable and backed away, knowing that he was just a playboy and didn’t mean anything he said.

Y/N “ What are you doing here? Why are you talking to me?” She spat out instantly.

More students were filing into the corridors and classes were about to start soon, so y/n just wanted a quick answer and to then dash over to her next class.

YJ “ Well, good news for you, you wont have to miss me anymore as im moving up into your class”

Y/N “ Stop lying, you’ve already done enough of that with me in the past”

Silence fell between the two and y/n widened her eyes, slowly realizing that he wasn’t taking the piss.

Y/N “ Well, g-good for you” she stuttered, trying to run off and pray that he gets moved back down as soon as possible

Y/n sighed in disappointment whilst walking to her locker. She just wanted to spend the next year focusing on her studies with no distractions but now she has her ex being the centre of her attention every day.

Wondering how long she had left till her next class, in dire need of a coffee, she looked at her watch and let out a loud gasp.

Y/N “ Shit! Theres only two minutes left and my class is on the other side of campus” she exclaimed with a cry, and started running to her next class. “ How am i going to get a seat next to him now 😭!”

She quickly held on to her books tight whilst running the 50 mile sprint all the way to her next class. She couldn’t miss the chance to grab a seat next to the love of her life!

Y/N POV:

Oh god, I’m late, where is he?

I scanned the room but Sunghoon wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I guess I should just get a seat before people try and sit next to me.

I bagged a window seat as i was in dire need of some fresh air. And settled down, leaning my head on my crossed arms.

‘I need to refresh, especially after that chaotic encounter with Yeonjun’

I-i…can’t be seen with him flirting with me, especially infront of Sunghoon.

I closed my eyes hoping to get some rest as for some reason the teacher still wasn’t here, when all of a sudden the girls sitting behind me started squealing with joy.

I guess ‘ The Great Ice Price Sunghoon’ has finally arrived.

Of course i wasn’t the only one who loved him. Girls were dying to be with him and boys were trying to be friends with him left, right and centre.

Sunghoon entered and one girl fell to the floor and started fake sobbing.

Damm that girl was sick.

Girl: “ Sunghoon.. help..please..someone pushed me! “

Sunghoon just walked right past her without batting an eyelid

Yep that’s my boy…

I was smiling at the scene when i felt someone’s gaze on me and i made eye contact with Sunghoon.

All of a sudden his eyes drift towards the vacant seat next to me and he strides towards me while maintaining eye-contact.

My breath was stuck in my throat and i was mentally repeating the mantra ‘y/n act cool, y/n act cool’

Fuck.

Y/N : “ Hey Sunghoon! I didn’t see you there!’

Shit why did i say that, he literally made EYECONTACT with me across the classroom.

Sunghoon smiled a tight-lipped smile and pointed at the chair beside me.

SH: “ Umm..hey y/n..is this seat taken?”

Hold up. Was he asking…to sit..next to..me??? Of all people???

Y/N: “ ohh y-yeah o-of course it’s totally empty!”

I was mentally cursing and screaming at my self for stuttering and praying that he hadn’t noticed.

SH “ okie thanks y/n”

And he sat down while taking his books out of his bag and laying then on the desk.

Oh god he is so gorgeous, i need to stop staring before he notices but it’s too difficult to tear my gaze away from his beautiful face.

Ugh stop staring y/n….

AUTHOR POV:

Y/n was continuously staring at Sunghoon, not realizing that he had eventually noticed…

He smiled knowing that she was admiring him and continued to pretend to read his book.

SH: “ Am i that good-looking?”

Y/n was startled as she was snapped out of her trance. Her cheeks flushed bright red from embarrassment and she attempted to hide her face by looking away

Sunghoon turned his head away from his book and turned towards the flustered y/n.

He chuckled at the fact that she had turned into a strawberry just because of him.

SH: “ So was something bothering you? Is there something on my face?”

She decided to ignore his smart comment and tried to change the subject.

Y/N: “ uhh…no….anyways have you finished the maths assignment?”

SH: “hmm not really..it’s half done but i still need to finish the research part.”

They made light conversation for a while, chatting about school work and their friends groups, when the teacher had finally arrived and the class started.

TIMESKIP

(Pretend that y/n is reading a very popular book)

Y/N POV:

Class had ended and i stayed behind for a while to finish up some work, but when i entered that cafeteria, Sunghoon was nowhere to be seen.

I grabbed my lunch tray and scanned the room in a search to find somewhere to sit. It wasn’t that the room was full, it was more like I was looking for him or for somewhere where he would sit next to me.

Finally my gaze landed on his table and all his friends. I started to make my way towards it and I noticed he was sitting with a few people I hadn’t seen him with before.

Y/N: “Hey Sunghoon!”

Sunghoon swiveled around to see who it was.

He beckoned me towards his table with a welcoming smile on his face

SH: “ Hey y/n, come take a seat!”

I suddenly stopped in my tracks when the person sitting next to him turned around and flashed me a wide Cheshire Cat grin.

It was Yeonjun.

I quickly sat down opposite them, and he gazed at me with a mischievous smirk. I had a gut feeling that something about this was very odd.

SH: “ Oh yeah, y/n, this is the new guy wh-“

Sunghoon was then rudely cut off by Yeonjun

YJ: “ Don’t worry we’ve met before..”

I hate this guy so fucking much.

Sunghoons eyes were darting between me and Yeonjun.

SH: “ oh so you guys know each other already?”

YJ: “Oh ye-“

I instantly cut him off, not wanting him to ruin everything for me.

Y/N: “Oh yes, babe! I remembered him from when we used to go elementary school together this morning!”

I knew exactly what i was doing and it was working. I saw Sunghoons eyes widen and Yeonjuns smile falter a little.

YJ: “ Babe??”

Y/N: “ Oh yeah! Meet Sunghoon, my boyfriend”

I scooted closer to Sunghoon and linked my arm through his, whilst smiling up at him and hoping he would understand what i was doing.

I was so in love with him that I was happy with fake dating him just to get rid of my ex who would be in the way of me making this real.

I could see that Sunghoon was still in shock and i tried to mentally send him an apology.

SH: “I-“

Y/N: “ Well i hope you can excuse us Yeonjun, but me and my boyfriend need to go out for work, so see you around i guess!”

I hoped that Yeonjun would finally get the message and leave me alone once and for all.

I took a hold of Sunghoons wrist and hurriedly dragged him outside with me. He was still in visible shock, especially after we had just left our lunches there.

We reached an empty classroom and i took a deep breath before apologizing to him.

Y/N: “Sunghoon, I am so,so sorry! If you would listen I promise I had my reasons!”

Sunghoon didn’t reply but instead slowly moved towards me until there was barely two inches between us.

SH: “ Care to explain your reasons?”

My palms were sweaty and my knees were on the verge of collapsing due to the intense closeness between us.

I gulped.

Y/N: “Well the thing is, he’s my ex and ever since he moved up into our class, he just wont leave me alone”

Y/N: “ We were together for quite a while but we were clearly never happy. I never liked how he would stare at other girls and flirt with everyone who ever spoke to him, and he was way too possessive over me. In the end, he ended up blaming it all on me since i was the one with a pretty best friend, whom he couldn’t take his eyes off”

Sunghoon calmly and attentively listened to me rant about my past toxic relationship.

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow and his eyes filled with concern

SH: “ So Yeonjun is your playboy ex? And he was with me just to get to you?”

Y/N: “ I-i dont know about that for sure, but im pretty sure he’s only talking to me just to make me relieve these horrible past memories.”

I looked down whilst have a visual representation of those horrible time filling my mind.

Y/N: “Please Sunghoon, just pretend to be my boyfriend when we’re in front of him, and i promise I’ll do whatever you want me to”

I was desperate to cut Yeonjun out of my life. I wanted to never have anything to do with him. Even if it meant having to try and hide my true feelings for Sunghoon.

Sunghoon took a moment to think about it as i was anxiously waiting for his reply.

SH: “You..you will do whatever i say??”

I nodded eagerly.

SH: “ How long would we have to pretend for?”

Y/N: “Hmmm..not long, i guess until he finally gets the message and decides to leave me alone for good”

SH: “Fine I’ll do it but im only telling you what i want after we are finished”

I was filled with joy after the fact that he agreed but i was still a bit nervous thinking about what his condition could be that he wouldn’t want to tell me now.

Besides, I shouldn’t be nervous since now that we had both agreed to it, I wouldn’t give up until i had forever gotten Yeonjun out of my life.

SH: “ We just have to pretend to be a couple right?”

Y/N: “Yup, and we have to make it believable. By the way, are you sure you dont have any problems with this?”

SH: “ No not really, i just want to get you out of this mess”

He then pecked my nose and i was left feeling very taken aback. I could feel the blood rushing toward my cheeks and my whole body filled with warmth.

Did he really just do that even though he already knew how nervous i was before???

I could feel my face turning red and i was in a desperate need to get out of there before he could see.

Y/N: “L-Let’s go..”

Sunghoon chuckled at my stuttering and followed behind me.

TIMESKIP

(Y/n and sunghoon have left the classroom)

AUTHOR POV:

After Sunghoon and y/n were done with their conversation, they headed towards the basketball court in order to spend their free period there.

Unfortunately, Yeonjun clearly had the same idea.

Yeonjun waved at Sunghoon, and y/n tried to make her escape when suddenly a strong pair of arm encircled her waist.

Sunghoon smirked and whispered in her ear.

SH: “What about our plan, babe?”

Y/n was blushing and Yeonjun started to walk towards the “couple”

YJ: “ Where did you two run off two after lunch? We couldn’t find you anywhere”

SH: “ Oh you know, just spending some quality time with my girlfriend”

Sunghoon then hugged her body firmly against his.

Y/n was a blushing mess and was mentally telling herself that there was nothing wrong about her “BOYFRIEND” touching her.

Yeonjun was clearly uncomfortable with the sight in front of him and excused himself whilst walking away with a sigh.

Y/n immediately removed herself from Sunghoons arms as she was about to mentally die.

Sunghoon also suddenly stood up straight now feeling flustered after not knowing what came over him during those few moments.

They both looked away from each other, not knowing that one of them was in love, but the other one was now falling even harder.

ENDING

Authors note:

I’m not really good at writing very romantic stuff but i am currently trying for anther story and I’ll see if i will release it. I’m going to end it here and ig u can use your imagination to see who confessed first!

#sunghoon #fanfic #enhypen #enha x reader #heeseung #yang jungwon #jungwon #enhypen imagines #kpop imagines

[alexsoenomel]

Mr. Fluff (Sam Winchester x Reader fluff)

Summary: How one dog changed everything 

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: death of a pet 

Word count: 1479

Note: Another old one for you. Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)  

You woke up in the middle of the night while Sam’s hand was tightly wrapped around your waist pulling you close. It wasn’t like you had a bad dream which had been happening a lot lately; it was more of a reminder, your brain telling you how lucky you were. He was breathing into your neck sending shivers all over your body, feeling the warmth radiating from the gentle giant. He smelled like ocean with a dash of gunpowder and something you couldn’t put your finger to it, it just screamed Sam. You turned around to face him only to catch him staring back at you.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked, moving a lock of your hair off your face. You sleepily rubbed your eyes and yawned.

“No, you?”

“Woke up at 2am.” He kissed your forehead.

“What time it is now?”

“Almost 4.”

“Thank God.” You snuggled against his bare chest under the covers feeling the rhythm of his heart beat. “Did you have a nightmare?” You knew he had the same problem. With this job came bad dreams and sometimes even no sleep. Being a hunter wasn’t the easiest job but for some reason you couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

“Yeah, it was about you this time.”

“Was it bad?”

“You could say so…it was kind of a blur, you just left and…I don’t know.” He had been dreaming unimaginable things for the past few days, ever since Dean killed Death. First about Dean and the mark killing him, the second Cas being killed by other angels and third….well….you.

You kissed him, slowly and passionately earning a moan from him while he cupped your face with his strong hands. “You know I’m not going anywhere, right?”

“I know.” 

“And you know if I wanted to leave I would?”

“Yeah.” Sam smiled.

“So shut up and cuddle me.” With an ease you climbed on top of him, placing kisses on his neck.  “I love you.” You said looking at him. He was a silhouette, a Peter Pan’s shadow but his eyes were still glowing while he kept staring at your still sleepy eyes.

“I love you too.”

While you were lying on him as he played with your locks, you couldn’t help but think about your dog, Mr. Fluff.

“Sam, I miss Mr. Fluff.”

“I miss him too. You know if it wasn’t for him we wouldn’t have met.”

“True.”

******

When you moved out from your parents they gave you a dog, a golden retriever with big eyes and even bigger heart. He was only a couple of mounts old with no name or a mother. When you saw he liked sleeping with your stuffed animals that you still had from your childhood on your bed, you decided Mr. Fluff was a perfect name for him. Living alone in a big house was unusual and a little scary at first but you managed it because you had him. Mr. Fluff grew up to be a happy and loving dog; he was like a little sunshine lion. The only problem you had with him was he was adventurous which meant running away to mysterious places whenever he had a chance. He would usually get home after two days but when the whole week passed you were on the edge of losing your mind. It was Sam who found him running on the other side of town with other dogs; thank God he had a collar with address. That’s how you first met. He found your dog, and the second thought that fallowed, right after “Thank God Mr. Fluff is okay” was “God damn.” There was just something about him, something your heart had been craving for a long time. You thanked him for bringing him home but it didn’t end there, you invited him for some coffee which led to a date.

You got to know him very well while you were having dinner in one of your favorite restaurants and him being your first ever proper date made your heart skip a beat. You found out that he was staying with his brother in a motel nearby while working, so you invited them over at your place to stay as long as they need to. The second night Sam woke up, finding you on your couch with a bowl of popcorn, watching true crime documentaries. The minute he sat down your thoughts changed their direction and that direction was Sam Winchester. You talked for hours about true crime until you started to ask questions about his job. At first he didn’t want to answer you, and you didn’t force him, but he couldn’t lie to you. A whole new door had been opened when he started talking. You were always open for new things, but this was a whole different story which you found it to be awesome. He tried to tell you at one point that he wasn’t crazy; he tried so hard that you lost your patience and sealed his mouth with a kiss…your first one. The sweetness of the kiss was overpowering your anxiety and pounding heart which is why it remained the most memorable first kiss.  

Your joy with Sam Winchester and his not surprisingly hot brother Dean, lasted for few days until all hell broke loose. Sam told you about demons and other supernatural beings but you had never seen one and until this day you still wished you hadn’t. One night while you were sleeping in your warm bed with your beloved golden friend beside you, you heard front door open. You were a light sleeper so logically you woke up terrified and went straight to one of the guest rooms to get Sam (Dean was sleeping on your couch in the library). Sam woke up with a gun under the pillow and Dean with a knife, in a conclusion they were always ready to kick ass.

When they went downstairs they found a couple of demons searching for what Sam called “First Blade.” Dean told you to go hide in your room but Mr. Fluff had other plans. When you got to your room he was gone. You searched everywhere upstairs but he was nowhere to be found. He ran downstairs to barking and hoping to scare bad guys away. Those few days you spent with the Winchesters he got to know them and rather quickly became best friends with them. Sam loved him dearly and Dean, well Dean was being Dean, and had a love-hate friendship with your dog. He liked to eat Dean’s food and would always smile and swing his golden tail whenever Dean had food in his hands.

He thought they would be scared, he never saw it coming. One of the demons jumped him while the other two were too busy trying to kill Sam and Dean. You heard a whine all the way to your room…when you came downstairs he was just laying there helplessly with other three demons. He was stabbed in the stomach. Soft whines were coming from his mouth until the silence took over.

“Mr. Fluff?” You said wanting to scream.

“(Y/N) I’m so sorry we tried to stop them but-“

“He is gone?”  You cut Sam off.

“I’m so sorry.”

Losing your best friend felt like a bullet in the head. It was too much. Sam blamed himself; you blamed everything while Dean kept telling you it wasn’t anybody’s fault. He wasn’t just a dog. After you buried him in your back yard, you made a decision so impulsive it almost cost you your life multiple times. You decided to join the Winchesters. You worked in a high-end store which you found it to be meaningless and your dream of becoming a baker was long lost after your mom told you she didn’t like your cinnamon rolls and refused to pay for the cooking school you desperately wanted to go. You wanted to do something meaningful for once…Of course Dean did not approve but eventually you made a deal and started to train until you became someone again…a hunter. Mr. Fluff was always in the back of your mind with your parents who lived in an allusion that you lived an ordinary life, until the day they died (5 years after Mr. Fluff... in a car crash).

****

“That dog did more than I could ever ask for.” You said coming back to reality again.

“I haven’t told you this but when I first found him he looked like he was happy to see me.”

“Really?” You got up on your elbows to look at him.

“Yeah, it was he knew we were more than just strangers.”

“I swear to God that dog…”  

On your night stand there was a picture of you, Sam and Mr. Fluff, which Dean took the day after he was found, and he was indeed smiling.

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Hellooo! Newbie here!

Okay, so hopefully you're asks are open bc Ive been dying for this Natuto scenario to be written, for the loooongeeesst 😭

So basically 😅, (while coming across them on a mission) Naruto is SIMPING over this rougue ninja (anti-hero type vibe). They spar, they put him in a genjutsu of sorts and escape, leaving the poor man flabbergasted. Naruto sneaks off from his team to try to find them... but she never left

*que Yamato scary eyes* O.O

SYNOPSIS: In the middle of a mission, a group of ninja attack Naruto and his team, but a slight catch of something deep in the forest forces Naruto to drift away from the main fight and handle the ninja there. A fight breaks out between Naruto and this mysterious ninja that leaves him wanting more after they mysteriously disappear.

PAIRING: Uzumaki Naruto x Fem!reader

WARNING(S): Very Slight Mention of Trauma

TYPE: Fluff

WORD COUNT: 3527

NOTES: So, like... I don't know how I wrote more than 3k but I guess the creative juices were just flowing. I tried my best to follow the request, but I did have to rewrite to fit, so I really hope this meets your standards and that you enjoy it! Also, I welcome you to my blog and thank you for requesting this!! Btw, we need more Naruto x reader oneshots on Tumblr cause he's seriously lacking!!

GLIDING across trees and letting the wind breeze through his hair, Naruto had a look of determination written on his face as he strode to the front of the formation, Sai, Sakura, and Yamato following behind him. Finding Sasuke had always been of top priority, and whenever the Fifth Hokage would send Team 7 out on a mission concerning the lost ninja, it would always bring upon a strong confidence in Naruto that he will bring Sasuke back to the Hidden Leaf Village. Today’s mission wasn’t any different, especially with how persistent Naruto was being in leading the team. However, the sudden kunai knives being thrown in their faces with paper bombs attached wasn’t completely normal.

Naruto quickly performed his hand signs for a Multi-Shadow Clone Jutsu, and about fifty of his clones showed up, taking all of the hits from the kunai knives and the paper bombs. Once all of the clones dissipated, Naruto and his team dropped down into the small clearing of the forest, taking in the silence that surrounded them. All of their eyes looked around the area, scoping out every inch of wildlife within the surroundings. Immediately, three ninjas swooped down from the tall trees above them and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the team, leaving Naruto to look for a possible fourth target.

From the corner of his eye along with the sudden presence of a chakra symbol nearby, Naruto darted his vision towards one of the large trees in the area, spotting a flick of hair passing by behind the trunk. He dashed over to the tree and began diving deeper into the forested setting, looking here and there for the same piece of hair he saw before. With every passing second, Naruto was getting farther away from the clearing where his teammates were currently fighting with another group of ninja, but all Naruto could concentrate on was the strange sight from earlier.

Naruto dropped to the ground when a force pushed down on his back coming from above his head. A groan left his lips, and he lifted his head off of the ground, immediately widening his eyes at the sight in front of him. Knelt down a few feet in front of him, you tilted your head to the side with a small smirk on your face. Naruto couldn’t keep his eyes off of your own, even when there was a clone of you sitting on his back to keep him lying on the ground. Your attractive looks were too distracting, and it ultimately left him somewhat paralyzed lying there.

“Who knew the Jinchuriki of the Hidden Leaf was a cute, little boy?” you spoke with a hint of a tease in your tone. You reached out and fluffed his bright yellow, spiky hair and got up shortly after. Naruto continued to struggle, but the comment you made concerning his looks was enough to get him the strength to destroy your clone and get up, dusting off his orange and black themed clothes. One look at the crossed off symbol on your forehead said everything he needed to know, “You’ve gone rogue?”

“Yeah… I would say I’ve gone rogue, but what does it concern a Jinchuriki like you?” you questioned with furrowed brows. You crossed your arms and began walking dangerously closer to the Uzumaki, but he held his guard up and hopped back a few steps, beginning to wield a kunai knife. “Rogue ninjas aren’t welcomed anywhere,” he replied in a deep tone contrasting with his usual, happier tone.

“That is correct, but I couldn’t care less anymore because at the very least, I’m away from the toxicity that is my clan. Wouldn’t you say that’s a good reason to become rogue?” you continued playing the question game, staring deeply into his eyes. From the look of your gorgeous eyes staring back at him, Naruto could feel beads of sweat begin to roll down the sides of his forehead, and the knife felt like it was getting increasingly heavier with each ticking second that went by. He gripped the handle harder and kept his stance up, not wanting to let his guard down. “Abandoning your village isn’t what makes a ninja,” Naruto added, creasing his brows.

With quick speed, the kunai knife fell from Naruto’s hand, and your own hand gripped the collar of his jacket. A gasp left Naruto at how incredible your speed was since you were now standing directly in front of him with your own kunai knife held up in front of his neck. “I don’t care about that place anymore, and maybe because you’re from the Hidden Leaf you feel obligated to say that every village is the same, but in reality, it’s far from normal. Leaving was the best decision I’ve ever made,” you spoke through gritted teeth now flaring with anger boiling in your blood.

You pulled back and roughly shoved Naruto to the ground. Not wanting to spend another minute on this boy, you turned on your heels and were about to head out if it weren’t for the kunai knife thrown in your direction, landing right in front of your feet. When you turned around, you didn’t have enough time to comprehend the winding ball of blue chakra headed right for you.

“Rasengan!”

Just before it could hit you, you grabbed hold of Naruto’s wrist and twirled around a couple of times before letting go of him, watching his body fly in another direction. “If it’s a fight you want, then I’ll be pleased to grant that for you,” you whispered, arming yourself with three shurikens.

Not letting the boy have a chance to get up, you flung the shurikens at him, but his Shadow Clone jutsu was too quick and intercepted the projectiles, allowing him to dash up to you. The two of you were thrown into a whole fist fight with either side throwing and receiving multiple kicks and punches, along with some skilled taijutsu. When a kick landed on Naruto’s stomach sending him back a couple of feet, you flipped a full 360° to be the same distance away from him, now wielding signs. Your hands revealed a lightning blade forming from your chakra, and since you had the advantage in chakra types, you used your advanced speed to go right at Naruto. Naruto countered, once more with his Shadow Clone jutsu, and you started hurling at all of them.

When all of the clones disappeared, you were left all alone within the darkened area of the forest. Your eyes accurately scanned the surrounding areas for a tuft of bright yellow hair or a glare of ocean blue eyes. Once again, you heard “Rasengan!” being yelled out from above you, and luckily, you were able to jump out of the way and onto a tree branch. You weaved a couple of signs and watched as a thick cloud of stormy clouds rolled in above Naruto’s head, confusing the boy severely.

“Rain? A little rain isn’t going to stop me!” Naruto shouted, but when he looked up at where you were last seen standing, he didn’t find you. Soon the storm clouds darkened, and lightning began to emit from the puffy clouds, striking the grass ground. Naruto yelped when a bolt struck too close to him. Rain began to fall at a quick pace, but for some reason, when Naruto tried to make any sudden movements, it was like his limbs grew numb and paralyzed. Naruto tried his hardest to get his arms or legs to move, but any amount of effort was wasted since he just couldn’t pull through it.

You dropped to the ground beside him as soon as he was successfully paralyzed, and a smirk grew on your face. Naruto glanced up at you, widening his eyes at how close you were coming up to him. “For the world’s most unpredictable ninja, you’re pretty good at fighting, and I would applaud you if it weren’t for your team hurriedly making their way to you as we speak. So, I guess I’ll see you some other time then?” you teased.

Naruto began to blush profusely when he felt a pair of soft lips press against his cheek, but when he tried to look at you once more, you were gone. He was completely stunned with how bold you were, and he, too, felt like the fight was a good one considering he knew nothing about your abilities or this unique genjutsu he was under.

Consciousness was a slow and feisty battle stirring up within Naruto, and when mere seconds passed by, he was barely hanging on until he heard the delicate sound of Sakura’s voice over the course of lightning still striking down near him. Noticing he was trapped in some sort of genjutsu, Sakura released him from it, and the boy fell limp into her arms with eyes drooping shut. Soon, Yamato and Sai joined after scoping the surroundings for any more potential threats whilst Sakura dealt with handling Naruto’s minor wounds he suffered in the fight earlier.

— — —

A bright orange fire was once cackling on a pile of darkening pieces of wood that had been collected from these nearby trees, and all of Team 7 were asleep in their tents apart from Naruto. He lay wide awake on the ground, staring up at the pointed ceiling in his tent with his arms comfortably laid underneath his head on his pillow.

The recurrence of his fight with you was all that was running in his mind paired up with your attractive face and beautifully toned voice. Naruto had never met someone as bold and brave as yourself, and holding a will for fighting himself, he enjoyed fighting you, even if you were technically an enemy in the eyes of the Hidden Leaf as displayed by the cross over your village’s symbol. He brought an arm out from underneath his head and began to softly rub the tips of his fingers against his cheek right where his whiskers were and the area you had pressed a kiss to after putting him under a genjutsu. The tingling sensation from that moment was still stinging there, and it made him think back to those gorgeous eyes of yours that stared back into his at one point during your fight.

Despite knowing he would get into deep trouble for this, Naruto threw out everything his captain had made sure to lecture him about and got up from his sleeping bag, sliding on his usual attire of an orange and black jacket with matching sweats. He made sure to tightly secure his Hidden Leaf ninja headband around his forehead, letting the long straps fall onto the back of his neck. Naruto packed a bag with a couple of snacks and medical supplies, just in case, and proceeded with exiting his tent, zipping it back up behind him. He quickly glanced into the tents of his teammates and captain to make sure they were deep in their slumbers before leaping, quietly, up into the tree branches that hung above the small campsite.

Taking a quick stop, Naruto sat down on a tree branch and criss crossed his legs, enduring the calm, peace and focu needed to engage his Sage Mode which will help find you faster than if he were to go without it. Once the yellow frog-like eyes and bright orange color appeared in and around his eyes, Naruto began his journey once more, hoping five minutes was enough to find you. He went from tree branch to tree branch, but he came to a curt pause when he sensed your chakra system nearby. As soon as he was able to find your exact location, the Sage Mode disappeared and reverted his eyes back to their normal ocean blue color, and he continued in the straight path he was headed.

“Looking for me?” your quiet voice whispered into the quiet air. Naruto halted his steps and stood upon a tree branch, looking in all directions as if he felt like he was hallucinating the sound of your voice. Eventually, his ocean blue eyes locked on your body which was leaning against a tree on the ground. Your eyes were closed, head tilted downward at the ground, arms crossed over your chest, and your right leg rested over your left in a casual position.

“H—How—”

A smirk planted on your lips at the sound of his confusion, and your head pointed upward to allow your eyes to open and capture his fragile stance way above you. Naruto leapt down quickly, now standing directly in front of you. “Cat got your tongue? Or should I say a fox?” you joked with yourself, kicking yourself off of the tree you were leaning on.

“You may have had the upper hand in that fight from before, but I’m more than ready to fight you again, right here and now!” Naruto shouted out whilst taking a fighting stance. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you approached the boy, resting a hand on his shoulder. He was astounded at the proximity between you two, and he began to grow nervous with every inch you were making to get closer to him. “Can’t you tell when a girl is tired?” you asked in a low whisper near his ear.

You pulled away to look at his face for any sort of reaction, and you probably thought the boy standing in front of you was completely frozen in time at how incredibly still he became. Naruto began to blush profusely, but he quickly shook his head to snap out of it. However, when his eyes locked on you once more, he couldn’t focus much on the fighting he was trying to pull off, and instead, he saw the beauty that caught his eyes near the end of the last fight.

“So… why are you really here… looking for me, Naruto? Last I heard, you weren’t particularly keen when you found out I’m a rogue ninja,” you commented, walking past the boy. Naruto kept an even pace with you, not wanting you to leave his eyesight. “W—Well… I thought about what you said, and I guess I was a little biased since I have a loving home right where I am. I didn’t think before acting, and I wanted to say that I’m sorry,” Naruto replied when he rethought his actions from earlier.

You stopped walking, and in turn, Naruto copied you, keeping an even distance away from you. Hastily turning around to face the boy, you relaxed your arms and let them hang from either side of your torso. “Really? A Hidden Leaf ninja apologizing to me? That’s a first,” you muttered, scratching your head, “But… since you gave me a good fight, I’ll accept your apology, however that wasn’t really what I was referring to, was it?”

Naruto widened his eyes when you began to approach him once more. His eyes dotted over to your own, and it was like he was suddenly trapped in a genjutsu again, yet this one was more to his liking compared to the other. All he saw from one look in your eyes was a caring, selfless, and delicate ninja who would do anything for their teammates and the people they cared about, much like a certain yellow haired Jinchuriki.

“W—What do you mean?” he questioned obliviously. The two of you stared at one another for a moment before you spoke up in response, “You felt it, too? The sudden boost in serotonin right before and after our fight? That’s why you came looking for me.” Using a word like serotonin was a way that a definite confused state rose in the yellow haired ninja, and you couldn’t help but lightly giggle at this.

“What I’m asking is if you felt the same feelings I did, you know attractiveness, happiness?” you reiterated a little simpler for him, and in an instant, Naruto blushed a bright pink. He looked away from your eyes and scratched his head before crossing his arms and closing his eyes. Even if you were a rogue ninja, the boy couldn’t help but agree with your assumption, so he nodded a couple of times, opening one eye to catch your reaction. “You know you’re really cute when you blush and act all shy around me,” you commented.

A shriek left Naruto’s mouth when he felt the pressure of your index finger and thumb pinching his cheek, and it only allowed some giggles to erupt from you. Naruto took hold of your hand and gently pulled it away from his face, but he didn’t immediately let go. His eyes darted to your hands, and instinctively, he intertwined your fingers, allowing a smile to rise on his lips.

“I like the feeling of your hand in mine… it’s like it was made to hold yours,” Naruto said, looking back at your eyes. It was your turn to blush at such a cute compliment, and you couldn’t help but look away from his glittering eyes. “Oh great… now you’re making me shy,” you mumbled, but it only caused some of his own chuckles to come out.

Incidentally, you both looked at one another and into the other’s eyes, minimizing the space between the two of you along with every passing second. Naruto kept his hand locked with yours, but his other hand clung onto your waist, pulling you closer to him gently. Once your noses were brushing against one another, the ocean eyed boy fluttered his eyes shut and leaned in whilst you simultaneously copied his actions. The two of you engaged in a sweet, soft kiss, and in the middle of it, you could feel Naruto smiling along with your own smiles.

After sharing a couple of kisses with one another, you pulled away and watched the smile stick on Naruto’s face. The two of you were about to go in for a couple more, but your hearing caught the sound of leaves rustling behind Naruto along with some shouts of his name running in the air. “Looks like your team caught you sneaking out,” you commented, patting his shoulder softly.

You attempted to leave him, but the boy only tugged on your hand, bringing you back into his embrace. A light yelp left your mouth when Naruto suddenly hopped up with a good height, landing sloppily on a tree high above the ground. The two of you looked down at the ground below, and Naruto felt a cold shiver run down his spine when he recognized the familiar leaf symbol on the facial shield that his captain frequently wears proudly on his face.

“I—I really should go before he decides to punish me… but I would like it if you came with me… wait what’s your name again?” Naruto spoke calmly before questioning confusingly. A giggle rose from you, “Y/N. I cannot believe you kissed me before I gave you my name. I should just leave you right here for that.”

“No! No! I’m sorry! But seriously, you should come with me, I could get your name cleared and—”

“With all the damage I’ve caused for everyone around, it’s better that I stay a rogue ninja, but I hope that one day we do meet each other again. Your company was a nice one and much better than those other rogues I usually come across,” you cut him off, reaching out to hold his hands in yours. “Are you sure? I have the best convincing skills ever,” Naruto tried to add.

“They aren’t working on me, unfortunately. So, you should get going before you get severely punished for this. Let’s meet again someday, Naruto, and I’ll let you properly join me for a date instead of whatever this arrangement is. It will be nice,” you replied, smiling wonderfully at the boy.

Naruto stepped closer to you and immediately wrapped his arms around you for a caring and gentle hug. He caught you off guard, but you, nonetheless, returned his hug. You turned your head to press a sweet and long kiss to his cheek before you disappeared into thin air, for good. Naruto sighed and held out a hand, wondering if he could still feel your presence in front of him.

However, a sudden flash of light landing on him caused him to stumble and lose his balance, making him fall off of the tree branch and into the shrubs at the base of the tree. When Naruto reached his head out from deep in the bushes, he chuckled awkwardly and opened his eyes, immediately wishing he kept them closed since the sight in front of him knocked out whatever sane was inside of him. A sharp scream left his mouth when Yamato stood in front of the bush, showcasing his horrifyingly wide, dark eyes that he often showed after telling a scary story.

“What were you doing out—”

Yamato didn’t get a chance to ask the young boy since he quickly rushed out of the bush and dashed down the path he came from, hoping he wouldn’t get nightmares from what he just experienced.

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Mirian Interlude 1: The blood(ied) hound

Her mournful howl wrang out through the forest. Two had returned to her immediately. Burglar and Tiny, both quivering and barely telling her anything. She didn’t ask, either way. Her sorrow clouded her senses.

Archie and Dash appeared soon after, out of breath and somehow looking even more terrified than the first two. Barely a minute later came Wayne, Sock, Fox, and Dart. They looked battered. Which was odd, but she paid it no mind.

Which only left Pitch and Char. She just kept on howling. She didn’t bother asking for a status report from any of them; if she’d failed to bring her best friend home, there was no way the pack had succeeded in their mission either. Paleo would never hurt anyone, of course, but he had no reason to just....let the dogs take what he was so weirdly attached to. Hopefully they weren’t sore losers about it.

It was a bit longer before one final Poochyena emerged from the treeline. She didn’t immediately turn to look, but everyone else present immediately began to vocalize their panic.

“Pitch!!”

“Oh Arceus, Pitch! You-”

“Your face! Oh god, your face!”

She only turned to see what the fuss was when she noticed them leaving her side. And when she did, her blood ran cold.

Pitch was bleeding profusely from his face. Three marks on his left cheek, and a deep gash through the eye above it. His pupil was a pinprick and his legs were shaky.

Finally she stood, and wiped away her tears. She cleared her throat. A few of the dogs turned to her, Pitch included, but most were still freaking out too much to pay her any mind at all. “I.....take it you didn’t find your targets. Where’s Char?”

Pitch trembled, and opened his mouth to reply, but then he fell to the ground and cried, sobbing loudly. 

That wasn’t an answer, Mirian thought. “I....sorry, should I ask someone else? Did you not see where he went? Did you get separated?”

Pitch didn’t reply. Archie did, turning to her with fury in his eyes. “What’s wrong with you?! He’s - my brother is bleeding out and you don’t even care if he’s alright!”

Mirian flinched. She did her best to maintain her composure but she felt new tears forming. “I...there’s one of you not accounted for. That’s.....that’s priority.” She defended herself. The humans had sent her here with ten Poochyena. It would be weird for them to find her with just nine.

Archie growled, and a few of the others joined him. But Pitch cut them off with a single word.

“Dead.”

Everyone went silent. 

“......wh...what?” One of the others whimpered.

“Dead!” Pitch wailed, tears streaming down from his remaining eye. “The Silvally killed him! H-h-he bit his head and b-broke his, his skull on a tree and-”

“You’re.....you’re lying.”

All heads turned to the Houndoom. Her expression was unreadable.

The bleeding dog’s tears began to mix with the blood. “I’m! I’m not lying! Look what he did to me!”

“No, no, no, no, Paleo would never hurt me. Paleo would never hurt anyone ever.” She insisted, sounding a little hysterical and barely holding it together. “He’s the nicest Pokemon I have ever known!”

Once again, Archie shouted in dismay. “What are you talking about?! Are you even listening to yourself?! Look at Pitch! What else could’ve happened to him?!”

“I-I don’t know, I wasn’t watching you guys!” Mirian shot back. She refused to look at them, telling their lies. “I bet....I bet Char ran away cuz he doesn’t like people anymore, like Paleo. You’re just....you’re just covering for him.”

A choked noise escaped Pitch. “........I saw him die. How can you say that?” He whimpered. 

“You just didn’t like whatever game Paleo played. Did he cheat? He was never a sore loser when I knew him, but maybe being wild makes you one.”

She tuned them out as they kept telling more and more lies about her best friend. They were wrong. Paleo was perfect. Paleo cared about her. He liked playing games with her. He would never hurt anyone. He would never hurt her, so that means he’d never hurt anyone else either. That made sense. It made more sense than what the Poochyena were saying.

Everyone but Burglar and Tiny began to attempt to lick clean Pitch’s wounds. But the pair soon joined them to help. Pitch wouldn’t stop shaking. Wouldn’t stop whimpering.

Mirian’s tail lashed until she stepped on it. She could still follow Paleo’s scent, she reasoned. That was her best game. But Paleo had said some mean things, and she didn’t like that, so it was probably best to give him some space. He needed some time to cool down. She just needed to wait until then, and then she could bring him home and everything would be perfect again. It’d be perfect again.

The blinking light on her tail eventually led the humans to them. Each and every one of them was returned to their balls, but not before one of them said something to her in an angry tone.

She was glad she wasn’t very good at understanding what humans said. Because none of them had ever used that tone with her before.

She was afraid.

#fugamsemidei #Pokemon ask blog #Pokeaskblog #Mirian Interludes #Plan to make more of these when relevant #Mirian Houndoom #Houndoom #Pitch Poochyena #Poochyena #My art #Story

[kiraswritten]

You’re Like Heaven To Touch (part one)

pairing: mutant!reader x bucky barnes warning: none (yet) summary: you have the ability to heighten pleasure through touch, as well as inflict pain. you tangle with the avengers during one failed mission and end up bunking with bucky barnes as a result.

authors note: hey i’m splitting this into two parts cause well... the first ones getting suuuper long and i didn’t want you all to have a super long post cluttering your dash. 

(part one) (part two)

also, hey i’m back!! 

You were cornered into a closet by a handful of Hydra henchmen in no shape to fight one, let alone five. 

Your comms were busted, unable to call for backup, gun was out of bullets, and you were losing blood fast; thanks to a unknown assailant that threw a knife at you. The blade lodging itself into your arm, you had no choice but to retreat, find a way to recollect yourself but to you everything looked bleak. 

Your back was pressed against the wall, you shut your eyes, zoning in on the sounds around you; the shuffling of feet, words you didn’t understand were being said, rapid gunfire in the distant. 

You tightened the makeshift bandage around your arm, flinching as you heard footsteps near the door. 

You braced for it, unable to exhale your breath, you waited till the very last second before you made any movement, knowing that the second the door opened, it could almost be your last. 

You let out a sigh of relief once you heard the footsteps pass by, you try to focus on the sounds again, hearing the men yell out as they ran to a direction away from you. 

You sat up from the floor, slowly opening the door to reveal the tiniest of cracks, you peered outside to see men running back and forth, some with guns larger than you’ve ever seen. 

You heard a word you could only guess was the equivalent of “retreat!” as you saw fear flash before their eyes, running away from whatever it was that terrified them, you bite down on your lip, hoping it was someone you knew, anyone besides them really. 

You caught yourself before you could gasp audibly, you finally saw who it was they had been running away from, it was Captain America. 

You watched him grab and punch men with ease as if they weighed like a feather, he flung his shield towards the hands of a man who was holding a gun, impressively stopping him. 

You were lightheaded, you felt as if your body had hundreds of weights pulling you down, making your actions slower. You accidentally pushed open the door with your uninjured arm, bracing yourself onto the wooden surface, tripping on your own feet as you looked back at Captain America in horror. 

“DUCK!” He yells at you, quickly throwing his shield towards you, deflecting the sea of bullets that shot at you. 

The bullets deflecting against the vibranium, you covered your head with your arms, hearing footsteps behind you, a strong hand pulling you upward. 

“You okay?” He asked with a stern voice, his crystal-blue eyes piercing through your body as you nodded your head. 

Captain America saw your injured arm, he pulls you to his side, one of his arms draped onto your shoulder, with his free hand he pulls the shield out of the splintered door, “Stick close to me.”

You shot out of bed, eyes darting all over the place. You were in an unfamiliar room. It looked to be a minimally furnished bedroom; there was a small plant next to the window, a small love seat sofa, a dresser, the bed you were lying on, and a closed door next to the dresser. 

You looked at your injured arm, now dressed with proper bandages, you noticed you were wearing only your clothes under your suit, you noticed your familiar navy-blue stealth suit splayed across the arm of the love seat. 

The door opened suddenly, making you jump. 

“You’re awake.” The brunette man stated. 

You gulped, nodding your head as you looked at the handsome man up and down. He was wearing nothing but dark sweatpants that hung low on his hips, showing a prominent v-shape towards his crotch, with a white towel on one of his shoulders. He made his way towards you, sitting at the foot of the bed. 

“Do you remember what happened?” He asked softly. 

“All I can remember is Captain America saving me before blacking out...” you state, your eyebrows knitted, trying harder to remember.

The handsome man shook his head, patting you on your knee, “It’s okay, don’t worry about it, you remember correctly. How’s your arm?” He asked.

“It’s a lot better, thanks.” The two of you sat in silence for a moment till you asked him a question.

“Didn’t get your name by the way���” 

The man sheepishly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“Sorry ‘bout that, I’m Bucky.”

It finally clicked in your mind, you’ve heard of Bucky Barnes, Captain Americas best friend who became the Winter Solider.

“I’m (Y/N).” You say, reaching your hand out for a handshake.

He brings his flesh hand out to shake your hand, the second you realize your actions, you try to pull your hand from his grasp, but it was too late.

A pained groan escaped Bucky’s lips, he pulls his hand away from you.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!” You gasp, covering your mouth with both of your hands.

“W…what was that?!” He asked, his metal hand rubbing his other one to soothe the pain.

“I’m so sorry- my powers, my body’s still on fight mode, I-” you exhaled, “one part of my power is that I can inflict pain through touch.”

Bucky stares at you wide-eyed, “That’s pretty fuckin’ cool, and don’t worry about it.”

“Still, I’m really sorry-shit, how long was I out?”

“Only a few hours. It was my turn to look after you, the others are getting some food.”

“Must be why my powers are acting up, my body still thinks I’m in danger.”

“So uh… do you-can you turn it off?” He stammered, unable to choose the right words, “I’m sorry,” he smiles sheepishly. 

You shake your head, smiling at the brunettes nervousness, “No it’s fine, and yeah I usually have better control with it.”

"You said it was only one part of your power?” He asked, inching closer towards you. 

You gulped, “well it’s the complete opposite of the power I just inflicted on you…” you started.

Bucky looked at you, unsure with what you just said. “What do you mean?”

You cleared your throat, “It’s better if I- if I showed you instead, with your permission of course.”

Bucky nodded, “Yeah, no problem, what do you need me to do?”

“Give me your hand.”

“The same hand you pretty much electrocuted?”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, it wasn’t even that strong. It’s more like a sharp stabbing pain but yes, that same hand. I promise, it won’t hurt.”

Bucky brought out his hand, placing it down on your lap, you took a deep breath and traced a circle on the palm of his hand.

Bucky let out an audible gasp, a strangled moan escaping his lips.

“Holy shit… wow…”

You felt your face heat up, slightly ashamed that you wanted to hear him make even more noises. You traced a line from the middle of his palm towards his wrist, he gasps, “Fuck, that’s amazing…”

You lift your finger up, stopping your actions. “Yeah… that’s my- that’s my other power…”

How Bucky looked at you made you weak in the knees, you were thankful you were sitting in bed. 

You always heard from an outsiders perspective on how your powers felt but never did you see anyone react to you so strongly. 

The door swung open, two people entering the room, one who you recognized and the other an unfamiliar face.

Bucky quickly cleared his throat, almost jumping off the bed.

Captain America and the brunette woman making their way towards you. The woman sitting down where Bucky was and Captain America standing next to her.

The brunette introduced herself as the Scarlett Witch or Wanda, another member of the Avengers. 

She explained to you that the three of them were in a recon mission when they intercepted a call within the Hydra facility you were at, mentioning a person with powers, they immediately came to your aid. Scott was able to escape from the facility alive; your best friend forever sorry that he had left you, and grateful to the Avengers for being able to save you. 

You told them that you’d be more than capable of coming back but Captain America, er Steve, insisted you’d stay with them for a few more days before coming back, which Scott (and the rest of the team) agreed you should do. 

Because of this, you were now going to stay in the same room as Bucky, which both excited you and made you feel nervous. 

You couldn’t get him out of your head; how he sounded made you feel some type of way, and as much as you wanted to let it go, you couldn’t help but think of pushing your luck further, especially when the mysterious man sounded so good. 

xx

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[husbandohunter]

Hello may I request albedo x shy reader where albedo and reader has feelings for each other but reader is too introverted to do anything and albedo doesn't want to tell as he thinks he scares her as reader always gets red and is stuttering when he talks to her. Klee finds out about this and makes it her mission to get albedo and reader together.

Klee gets albedo to play hide and seek with her and invites reader to play together with her. Albedo is counting down while klee and reader hides. Klee and reader hides in a location that klee always hides in so albedo would find them quickly. While they're hiding where albedo is within hearing distance, klee ask reader about whether she has feelings for albedo or not. Reader then admits to having feelings for albedo and makes klee promise not to to tell him. Albedo having heard all this comes behind reader and says why not, proceeds to bring reader to a private location and tells reader his feelings.

If this is too detailed a shy reader x albedo headcanon is enough.

I Found You [Albedo x Shy!Reader]

Synopsis: For someone as meek and reserved as you, love with Albedo was a game of hide and seek...literally!

Genres: Fluff

(A/n): Ahhh what a cute idea, don’t be afraid to be detailed at all! I love hearing people’s ideas. Buuut kinda went overboard with this one since I am in the narrative mood, hope you don’t mind >//< Word count_2.3k

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Albedo wonders if he had done something wrong?

Three weeks, four days, sixteen minutes and twenty five seconds. To this moment he had counted down every tick of the clock since the day you began avoiding him. That's how he sees it at least. You weren't always deliberately doing this on purpose, as Lisa's personal helper, there were times when you were given a chance to converse with the Chief Alchemist after dropping off the books he requested for research purposes. Albedo would ask how your day went, trying to find out if you wanted to take a short break and drink some of the tea Noelle had prepared for him. Your response was a modest one but he didn't mind, he eventually came to enjoy your tranquil prescence after a long day of work. 

But something changed. Those moments where you came in during your free time have gradually faded to nothing more than swift bows and small greets coming from the door. Every attempt he made to invite you for another tea session you left as quickly as you entered. At first he dismissed these moments, thinking that you were probably too busy with no time to stop by. Albedo was a busy person himself, though, that didn't prevent him from noticing your odd behaviour whenever he saw you in the hallway. Just as he was about to call your name, you avert your eyes and take a sharp turn until you were out of sight, leaving him perplexed and alone. The alchemist couldn't help feel neglected. Compared to everyone else, he was the only one you couldn't approach with ease. It bothered him immensely.

Did he accidentally say something to upset you? Albedo was well aware of his straightforward attitude which might have caused a negative affect on your contrasting, rather delicate personality. But he always felt that he had taken great consideration on how to approach you. Or what if it was the time when he happened to eat the last bite of Noelle's shortcakes? Remembering the afternoon you sat in his office, he recalls that there were exactly five instead of four treats left on the plate. Little by little, they began to disappear, you only ate two while he devoured three. Was this the reason why? No, that can't be it. You were the one who offered and refusing would only be impolite. Unless you felt pressured to do so when he told you that he was very fond of sweets….

Albedo heaves his shoulders and lets out a breathly sigh. He became very melancholy since then, staring out the window from the second floor when there were still unread research reports lying on his desk. His mind was so cluttered that he couldn't bring himself to focus these days. How troublesome. If only he were more adept with the ways of socializing, only then he can figure out what triggers you to be so nervous around him, why you tend to shrink when he gazes into your eyes and how is it that he feels so bitter when seeing you act the complete opposite with someone else.

"Big brother?" asked Klee. She hops off her stool before throwing the box of crayons to the side. The young girl prances her way to where Albedo stood and tugs on the hem of his coat, "Is there something wrong? Why are you sad?"

"Klee," Albedo turns his head in reponse. A pair of oversized cherry orbs looks at him with concern while the girl's bangs falls sideways to frame her petite face. He felt the white fabric crinkling within her grip as she signals him to come down. Placing one knee on the floor, Albedo gently smiled, speaking in his soft and brotherly tone, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Have you finished your drawing?"

"Mhm, almost done!" She throws her hands up and cheers, "But can you help me with the backgrounds? Klee doesn't know how to colour them."

"I don't see why not," agreed the alchemist, "Come, I'll teach you."

Just when Albedo was leading Klee back to the little space he set up for her, a knock was heard on the door. He ushers her to stay put and Klee tries to peer over his shoulder to see who the visitor was. When she recognized you standing at the frame, her smile grew wide in excitement.

It's big sister (Y/n)! Did she come here to play with us too? Oh please please please!

"(Y/n), you're here," Albedo couldn't help the apparent surprise on his face, "What brings you? Is there something I can help you with?"

"Ah sorry to bother, I-I have the documents you requested from the library!" You nervously handed him the folder.

Huh? Klee brings a finger to her chin, That's wierd...Why does she look so scared?

"Thank you (Y/n)," Albedo slips them out of your trembling grasp in the same fashion he would handle old relics on the verge of breaking. It was so long since you last visited him and he didn't want to startle you, "I appreciate you for bringing them here."

You shook your head in response, "It's nothing much…"

There it was again. You were avoiding to look at him in the eye. At this rate the next thing to occur would be you taking your leave and he didn't want that. Not when he finally gets the chance to fix his mistakes. Using his calculative mind, Albedo tries to formulate the best approach to soothe your worries. He thought of the first step, something that would make you more comfortable. Perhaps he could try smiling? Yes, that could do it. They always seem to have positive affects.

"(Y/n)."

He calls you. The sound of your name on his lips brings you out of your frenzy state and you subconciously lifted your gaze, daring to take a small peek over his countenance. 

"I'm very glad to see you again, truly."

Oh!

You froze into place. Your brain stops working and the whole world comes to a halt. It was the sight held in front of you that stole every last breath away leaving you with nothing but butterflies fluttering about. They spread their wings, voraciously swarming from the pit of your stomach, desperate to burst along with the pounding of your heart. Never in your life have you witnessed or even fathomed the idea of how Albedo would look if he smiled but here you were, mesmerized and captivated like a butterfly entranced by the flower's glow.  It blooms. So brilliantly that you couldn't stop yourself from being drawn. Eyes you fought so hard to tear away from, sparkled just for you, crinkling from the impact of his evergrowing smile. It was the feeling that made you fall for him. The same feeling that pushes you to run somewhere far far away, knowing if you flew too close, the outcome would risk everything you were trying to protect. 

"(Y/n)?" The alchemist tilts his head in confusion. He noticed the redness seeping into your features and immediately brings a glove hand to press against your forehead, "Your temperature is rising. Are you feeling sick? You should have told me earlier."

"I can't…" 

"Hm? Why not?"

"Ah I just remembered there's something I need to do!" Taking a step back you gave him a stiff bow, "Good luck in your research Sir Albedo!"

Given no chance to reply, Albedo watched you dash away before disappearing around the corners. He could only stare blankly at the empty space in front of him before dropping his arm back to his side, contemplating; where did I go wrong?

"Does that mean (Y/n) doesn't want to play with us?" Klee said dissapointedly.

"…I suppose."

"Big brother?" Upon hearing Albedo sigh, Klee finally figured out what caused him to falter these days. Perhaps not entirely being the small child she was but there were enough clues to let her know that the relationship between you and Albedo was somewhat strained. To Klee, she saw you both as the bestest friends! And it was only natural that friends play together right?

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"Eh? You want me to play hide and seek?"

The Spark knight nods heavily as she grinned up at you, "Uh huh, and with big brother!"

"Klee, don't force her if she doesn't want to, it'll be fine with just the two of us," Albedo scolded lightly and folds his arms over his chest.

She only returns him a pout, "But it's fun with more people!"

"Klee-"

"It's okay Sir Albedo, I don't mind," you chimed in at last. You were just taking a stroll near Starfell Lake after you finished organizing the bookshelves in Lisa's stead (as always, she naps while you worked away). All of a sudden, Klee waves over from the otherside and proceeds to drag you into a friendly game for little kids. You weren't sure why she seemed so desperate but…

"Yay!" While jumping side to side, the girl did a little mini dance while waving her arms in the air, "You're the best (Y/n)!"

It was hard to refuse someone as cute as Klee.

"So for the first round, big brother is going to be the one who counts to twenty while you and I go hide so he can never ever find us," Klee informs enthusiastically. 

"Alright, that shouldn't be a problem," said Albedo.

You followed suit with a giggle, "But considering it's you Albedo, I don't think twenty seconds is enough."

He quirks an eyebrow, shocked from the way you referred to him.

"Ah, I-"

"Let's go!" Klee interrupts which you were thankful for, "And no peeking!"

Turning to face the Statue of Seven, Albedo counts down monotonously while you and Klee scrambled for an ideal hiding place. This was not the first time you indulged in one of her many activities, in the past it had almost become part of your daily routine to assist the alchemist in entertaining his little sister. Even Klee was capable to be the seeker for several rounds and Albedo would lead you to a spot nearby yet discreet, just the right amount of difficulty for her to handle.

He wouldn't think of this area again, would he?"

"Six...five...four..."

Eeek! Better hide.

You hopped into the crevice formed between the mountain rocks and crouched down, huddling your knees together against your chest to blend with the shadows. You let out a soft sigh, pleased that you were able to make it in time.

"Wow big sis, I didn't know you would be here too."

The screech nearly escapes when you were startled by a pair of ruby eyes gleaming at you innocently. Klee signals you to stay quiet and you nodded, bringing down the hand that you used to cover your mouth. From a distance you spotted the chief alchemist shifting his footsteps against the grass, though he was far enough on the otherside to not notice you and Klee together in the same room. You beamed softly. He was purposely holding back.

"Pssst! Big sis?" Klee whisper-shouted, "Are you angry at big brother?"

You returned a curious glance, slightly taken aback by the outlandish statement she made, "No of course not. How could I?"

(If anything, it was the contrary).

"Then why are you always running away from him? You guys used to be really good friends, Klee misses you and big brother misses you that's why...that's why he's always sad when you're gone.

"Oh...I-I had no idea..." feelings of guilt begin to emerge when you realized what your action seemed from a different prespective. You were so caught up with being cautious that it prevented you from seeing how Albedo would react on the recieving end. Without knowing, your true colours began to reveal themselves as you could no longer stand the thought of making Klee (making him) upset, "I'm sorry, I'm just not good with words."

The little girl cocks her head to the side.

"Ever since I was little, I never found it easy to make friends. Until now when I finally became Lisa's assistance, I still can't approach other people and they tend to shy away from me since I am...difficult to hold a conversation with..."

Hugging your knees even closer, a fond expression graces your features, "But Albedo was kind to me. He was patient when I didn't know what to say. Whenever I made a mistake, he would always be there to teach me the correct steps. I have alot to thank him for."

"Huh...?"

"I think it's also on of the reason why I fell for him too. But I will never have the courage to say it. I don't want to ruin the friendship we have so I chose to keep it to myself. Though, I guess it only made things worse. So promise me that you won't say anything okay? I'll apologize to him later."

Klee did not respond. She only stares past your shoulder and you immediately spun around to see Albedo standing at the entrace with an expression equivalently shocked as yours.

"(Y/n)...."

"I...I-" you stammered. The embarassment was so unbearable to the point that tears began to form at the corner of your eyes.

"Wait, don't cry. There's no need to because-"

You thrusted your way past him before he could finish his sentence, sprinting to the distance while yelling, "I'M SORRRYYYYYYYYYYY!"

"Wait!" The alchemist chases shortly after, "Come back!"

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You groaned at the pain throbbing against your skull as you pushed yourself upright. A fallen branch, it was. One you didn't catch before tripping over your steps and tumbling down the hill while landing harshly on the sensitive pad of your elbow. The surroundings seemed unfamiliar to your memory since you never travelled too far from Mondstadt, your vision was filled with nothing but the endless columns of trees and bushes nearby. There were no signs of anyone else within the area.

"I'm lost," you announced in a defeated tone. Something cold taps against the tip of your nose and you realized that the clouds have already gathered over your head, violently spilling the rain down to where you sat. You crawled to a dry space where the tree branches were thick enough to keep the water out. You stayed there, waiting. But waiting for what?

"I can't go back," you meekly say, "I can't see him."

The air was cold and you shiver in response. You hated how much of a coward you could be sometimes. You were always so weak, never having the strength to be courageous for once. Albedo was a beautiful man, he was smart and he was popular, he was everything you're not. There's no way that he'd return your feelings.

However...

"I found you."

Why did he come back?

"Thank goodness you're alright. Are you hurt?" Albedo lowers himself to meet your level. Up close you could see the strands sticking from the side of his golden head and the residues that marred his features. Still, he looked beautiful. Your heart soars from the intense gaze he kept on you, drawing lower until he caught the scrape at the side of your arm. Albedo pulls it forward so that he could examine them at nearer proximity, "Hmm this doesn't look so good. We should head back so I can treat your wounds immediately. Can you stand?"

You nodded. 

"Good. Here, take my hand," he offers his gloved fingers and pulls you up to your feet. You could tell that he was trying to be gentle from the way he adjusted his stance so you wouldn't wobble. Kind. He was so kind.

"Why did you come for me?" You started, "I don't understand."

Albedo frowned. There it was again, the expression he hated. The one where you wouldn't look at him in the eye.

"I just don't want to-"

He didn't even bother with what you wanted to tell him. Instead, Albedo removes his coat almost within an instead and threw it around your shoulders. He wraps you gently, making sure that the rain didn't touch your bare shoulders before bring his arms around your figure and trapping you in his embrace. You could feel his fingers raking against the strands of your hair as your vision was blocked by the star on his neck. A little voice thanked the archons for this particular position, for two reasons in fact. The first being that he wouldn't be able to see your expression, knowing you must've looked as if you ate a bowl of raw Juyeun chilis. The second reason, well, you were simply overjoyed. 

"Do you understand now?" 

Closing your eyes, you succumbed to the grasp of your beloved, "Yes, I do."

"You won't run away?"

His tone was almost a plead. You reassured him by moving your head to the crook of his neck, how foolish for you to assume all this time, "I won't, don't worry."

"Are you sure?"

"I promise."

"Good," Albedo's eyes soften in response as he pulls alway to see your face, "I love you too (Y/n)."

Alas the butterfly and the flower finally united as one. Like nectar, he was sweet. How bold of him. It seems that not only was he able to steal your heart but your first kiss as well.

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[starryeyedmunson]

final lullaby - b.b.

pairing: bucky barnes x female!reader

summary: After being hurt very badly in a mission, you imagine you and Bucky living a better life together.

warnings: angst, light fluff, but the angst is real, mention of wounds, needles

word count: 1.5 k

a/n: this is based off of the song “Final Lullaby” by The Weeknd because I’m absolutely in love with that song and I felt like writing! I know it has been literally so long but I’ve been so up and down mental health wise and finally am gonna start using my blog again sooooo here’s to new beginnings! I hope you all enjoy :)

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. read vitals, now!”

“Vitals unstable, Mr. Stark.”

“Shit,” Tony mumbled under his breath. After going on seemingly simple mission, you were now lying in the back of the quinjet fighting to stay alive. You tried to speak but only sputtering coughs of blood came out, most likely due to the bullet that had collapsed your lung.

“Shh, don’t speak. J-Just try and breathe,” Bucky stuttered as he looked down at your bruised face. He was holding back tears as Steve and Tony injected you with anesthetics, and he cupped your cheek with his flesh hand. “Everything is going to be just fine, I promise, doll.”

You nodded your head and he half smiled at you, but the smile faded as he looked down your body that was covered in blood. You felt your eyelids growing heavy, but you knew that if you closed them, Bucky would break down completely. You tried your best to keep them open as Natasha and Wanda came up to the table you were lying on, and you watched as your two best friends scanned over your wounds with increasingly worried faces.

“Damnit, Y/N, I told you not to go in there alone,” Natasha said, shaking her head.

“W-We both know h-how bad of a listener I-I am” you managed to get out. The corners of Natasha’s mouth turned upwards as she shook her head, remembering all of the times you had gone against her advice and gotten yourself into trouble.

You looked up at her, and for a moment you shared those memories and smiled at each other. But you were brought back to reality with Tony’s relentless pushing of needles into your body, releasing anesthetics and taking blood with every prick of your skin. Your eyes wandered over to Bucky, who was now standing a little ways away from the table with Steve. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but judging by the looks on their faces it was nothing good. You took a deep breath, only to have it cut short by a violent cough, and you felt your eyes beginning to close with the newest sedative injection from Tony.

“It’s not looking good, Buck,” Steve said hesitantly. He watched as Bucky bit his fingernails and stared intently at the monitor that was hooked up to his girlfriend. Steve had practically dragged him away from your side, and he saw that Natasha was now doing her best to make you feel better. He smiled sadly at the sight of you two exchanging words, knowing how much you two factored into each others’ stability. “Did you hear me?” Steve said again, snapping Bucky back to reality.

“What? Oh, she’ll make it through,” Bucky said in reassurance. But at this point, he didn’t know if he was reassuring Steve or himself. His thoughts traveled back to the day he first met you, and he reminisced on how perfectly imperfect you looked; your hair a complete mess having just woken up, your dad’s oversized t-shirt stopping just in the middle of your thighs, and the way you blushed furiously and ran away to put more clothes on. Bucky smiled at the memory of you stumbling over your words as you attempted to make up for the embarrassing state you had met him in, even though he wouldn’t have wanted to meet you in any other way.

Steve could tell Bucky was holding on to a broken hope, and when he looked over at your unconscious frame, he knew what he needed to do. He walked over to Wanda and whispered into her ear, to which she nodded her head slightly and the two of them walked back over to Bucky.

“Bucky, she doesn’t have much time left,” Wanda said slowly. Bucky’s eyes grew watery and he said nothing, staring at your body on the table. Your breaths were ragged, yet you still looked so peaceful, so beautiful to him.

“I- I can’t lose her, Steve,” Bucky choked out. Steve took his best friend’s hand in his and tried his best to comfort him.

“I know, pal.”

“There’s something I can do, to make it easier for her,” Wanda said quietly. Bucky looked at her and nodded, following her back to the table on which you laid. She placed her hand on your head and took Bucky’s flesh hand with the other, closing her eyes and beginning to concentrate.

-

Your eyes fluttered open and you looked around. Somehow you were standing in what looked like an old club, and you looked down at your body to reveal old 1940s clothing. Confused, you looked back up and saw the sign of the building you were in, reading “The Stork Club” in bright, large letters.

“Hi, doll,” Bucky said from behind you, causing you to turn around and smile. He was wearing his sergeant suit, hat and all, and he looked absolutely dashing. He smiled down at you, taking in your beauty as you blushed and looked down. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you, but where are we?” You asked, still unknowing of what happened and how you got to an entirely different point in time. Bucky shook his head as sadness filled his eyes, and you slowly began to realize what was going on. “Am I–”

“Let’s not talk about it, can we just enjoy this little moment we have to ourselves?” He asked quietly, running the back of his hand down your cheek. You nodded and gave a small smile, allowing him to take you to the dance floor. He spun you around, eliciting a laugh from you as you both danced to the music, taking in all of each other. Bucky had taught you how to dance before during one of the nights you had come to be with him after a nightmare, and you were trying to remember how as Bucky now spiraled you around the floor. You both smiled and laughed, stealing quick kisses as the music played loudly in the background.

“I would have loved the forties,” you said breathlessly once the music had slowed down.

“Yes, doll, you would have fit right in,” Bucky replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he pulled you in close. “I love you, Y/N.”

Your smile faded as you looked up at him, noticing the pain in his expression. “I love you too, Bucky.”

“Please don’t go,” he whispered, tears beginning to fill his eyes. “I don’t know what I’ll do–”

This time it was your turn to shush him, bringing his head to yours and pressing your lips against his. His grip on your waist tightened as he deepened the kiss, your lips moving perfectly with each others’ as if they were made to do so. You ran your fingers through the locks of hair that were exposed under his hat, running your nails ever so lightly down the back of his neck. His tongue ran against your bottom lip and you granted him entrance into your mouth, both of you feeling lost in each others’ presence. You pulled away, smiling up at him and running your thumb over the highpoints of his cheek. “If Wanda’s watching we better not give her too much of a show.”

Bucky laughed and pulled you closer, your head resting against his chest as you two swayed back and forth.

“Bucky?”

“Yes, my love?” he answered, running his fingers through your hair.

“Don’t worry about me,” you said, your words muffled by his chest. You could feel his breathing become more rapid, and you looked up at him and took his face into your hands. “Everything is going to be just fine,” you said, mimicking his words from before. His eyes closed as he sighed, his breath shaky.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against your own. You smiled sadly and wrapped your arms around his neck, lifting your head to kiss him atop his forehead.

“I know, as will I. But you have to promise me that you won’t go down a dark path after I’m gone,” you said, making him look at you. He opened his tear-filled eyes and nodded his head, looking down at your comforting smile. “I love you forever, Buck.”

Finally letting the tears fall from his eyes, Bucky pulled you in and gave you a small kiss, both of you closing your eyes and savoring the moment you had together.

-

Wanda loosened her grip on Bucky’s hand as the machine you were hooked up to finally played a lasting beep, and she gave him a sad smile as she got up and joined the rest of the team at the other end of the quinjet. Bucky’s fresh tears had stained the floor where they fell as he looked at your now peaceful body lying on the table, and he took your lifeless hand in his and pressed a small kiss to your fingers.

“I love you forever more.”

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky x female reader #bucky x you #bucky

[mae-gi-writes]

Once Again (PT.3) | Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyu!)

ONCE AGAIN | PART THREE

Summary

Iwaizumi’s broken marriage results in his five-year-old son trying to match him up with his primary school teacher, whom he thinks will make a wonderful replacement for a mother. 

Genre: fluff, angst, f! Reader x dad! Iwaizumi

A/N: A little Iwa and Hoisuke sketch to accompany this chappie ❤ Thank you for all the love and support. My inbox has boomed since I last posted and I’m so grateful that it is being appreciated by y’all :,) <3 

ON TO PART THREE! Let me know what you guys think of this part :) xx

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"Miss Y/N! You came!"

Hoisuke has a beam on his face the moment you step into the Iwaizumi household. That slightly calms your jittery nerves as you remove your shoes and step in, balancing the container of cookies in your hand.

"Hi Hoisuke," you greet back with a smile, "I brought your favourite cookies."

"Really?!"

"Really," you hand him the container with a grin, relishing as he oohs and aahs as he gets a whiff of the said baked treats. He beams up at you, "thanks miss Y/N. You're so cool."

"Not as cool as you are," you ruffle his hair and he giggles, before grabbing onto your hand and tugging you inside, "come, Daddy's warming up the pizza."

To be honest, part of you had combusted when you'd read over Iwaizumi's message repeatedly to make sure you weren't reading it wrong. The other part of you was screaming that this was definitely out of bounds and plus, could you consider this to be a sort of date?

No, of course not. Definitely not. He'd invited you over as a friend. And because Hoisuke liked you.

When you put it like that, it stung a little.

As Hoisuke drags you into the living space, you spot Iwaizumi grabbing for beers in the fridge and he nods at you, "hey."

"Hi," you reply, feeling a bit shy.

"The pizzas just got here," he says, chin jerking towards the pizza boxes already set upon the coffee table, surrounded by four plates, "a friend of mine is joining. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh no, not at all."

"Uncle Tooru! He's the best volleyball setter ever!" Hoisuke adds with a clap of his hands, eyes sparkling with excitement, "do you play volleyball miss Y/N?"

"Nope," you singsong, "I can't even catch a ball."

"But you always tell us to do well in PE."

"Do what I tell you and not--"

"Not what you do," Hoisuke sings along and you can't help but laugh before ruffling his hair fondly, "at least I know you're listening in class!"

"I always listen to you, miss Y/N."

"Unlike his father," Iwaizumi points out while walking over to the pair of you and handing you a beer can, "whom he never listens to."

"But you don't listen to me, daddy."

"Wha--yeah I do."

"Noooo uncle Tooru had to beg you to invite miss Y/N over when I told you a hundred times!"

You burst out into a fit of laughter just as Iwaizumi hollers out, "wha--No! That's--"

"Uncle Tooru said that you should man up and invite her otherwise he'll do it himself," his son chatters on, oblivious to the redness rising in his father's ears, "what does man up mean, miss Y/N?"

"Okay that's enough babbling," Iwaizumi's hand shoots out to press down onto Hoisuke's head. He nudges it towards the couch, "bring miss Y/N to the living room. Scoot."

"But--"

"Now." His father scowls. His son scowls back and you try to shove down the round of laughter bubbling up your throat, for they look like the spitting image of each other and they probably don't even know it.

You reach out, tugging Hoisuke by the shoulder, "come on then. What movie are we watching?"

It makes you slightly giddy on the inside to hear such words fall from Hoisuke's mouth. If there's one thing you've learnt from being around children is that they never lie. That, coupled with the way Iwaizumi's face has reddened a deep shade of tomato, is enough to cause a small tingling in your chest.

Since Oikawa is goig to be late, the three of you decide on watching Harry Potter -- Hoisuke's current obsession at the moment -- while munching on too-greasy pizza and washing it down with beer, coke for the minors. It's been a while since you've watched the series, thus finding yourself cheering and hollering along with Hoisuke which feels like you're seeing it for the first time all over again.

Multiple times, Hoisuke would turn and beam up at you, sometimes hugging your right arm and burying his face into your shoulder during action-packed scenes. You'd be lying to say you don't enjoy his warmth sticking to your side, sniffing the soft baby scent of his hair that still clings to him. The smell of childhood filled with innocence and maybe out of impulse, you pull him a little closer.

You're so immersed in the moment to notice the pair of coffee-coloured eyes are gazing at you with growing tenderness.

"Hellooo! Cool and Handsome Uncle Tooru is here!"

You jump at the sudden intruder's voice booming through the apartment, followed by Iwaizumi's scoff upon meeting your eyes. Hoisuke bounds up without delay, rushing to the door while crying out, "uncle Tooru!"

"Hi my beautiful boy!" Oikawa does not hesitate to sweep him up into his arms, kissing his cheek in affection and causing the child to giggle, "how's my favourite person doing? Has iwa-chan been treating you well?"

Hoisuke nods jovially, giggling some more when Oikawa pinches his cheek, "alright alright. You look dashing--oh, Iwa-chan! And this must be the famous Miss Y/N you've both been telling me about?"

You pink at his words but it doesn't faze Hoisuke in the least, "yeah! Isn't she pretty? She's the best teacher ever and her cookies are amazing!"

"H--Hi," you nod at Oikawa shyly, quickly avoiding his gaze to stop yourself from combusting with embarrassment. You've forgotten how beautiful this man actually is even though his reputation preceded him.

"Ahh it's nice to meet you Y/N," he flashes you a sweet smile, causing you to flush right down to your toes while you manage to stutter, "n--nice to meet you too, Oikawa-san."

"I see why Hoisuke and Iwa-chan like you," Oikawa turns to wink at Iwaizumi, "I approve!"

"Shut up Shittykawa," Iwaizumi scowls.

Oikawa gasps mockingly while covering Hoisuke's ears, "Iwa-chan! Not in front of the child and the lady!"

"I said fuck off--"

Oikawa's quick to slap his shoulder, hollering, "no swearing either! Oh gosh, excuse him Y/N. He gets very flamboyant whenever I'm around. If ever he does swear at you, it's just a matter of showing his affection."

You let out a laugh, spurred on by how red Iwaizumi's ears are, "I'll keep that in mind. I didn't know Hoisuke's dad was such a potty mouth," you say, narrowing your eyes playfully at the said man who scowls in return.

"Only when Oikawa's around," he states, crossing his arms over his chest with an expression that mimics his son's sulking.

"What's a potty mouth?" Hoisuke asks as he and Oikawa take their respective seats, the latter swiping a slice of pizza out of Iwaizumi's plate, who growls and kicks at his shin in turn.

The handsome man groans while you turn to Hoisuke, "potty mouth means someone who swears a lot."

"Like daddy?"

"Uhm--" you stutter, his response causing Oikawa to burst out laughing, "yes! What a bright little mind! Totally like your Uncle Tooru!"

Before Iwaizumi can bash Oikawa's head in, you hurriedly resume the movie with the excuse that the best part hasn't come up yet. That simmers down the atmosphere a little, all eyes now captivated by Harry Potter and his friends fighting against the ogre. Hoisuke gasps, nails digging into your arm as he latches on for dear life, all actions not going unnoticed by the pair of men.

"I like her," Oikawa mouths out to Iwaizumi, whose scowl deepens tenfold.

As per what the rumours stated, Oikawa is fun and easy-going to hang out with, a complete stark contrast to his best friend. You understand why people tend to gravitate towards him the more the evening wears on. It’s not just the fact that he puts you at ease and is naturally adept at making conversation, but it’s in the genuine spark of interest in his eyes, a look that says that he’s listening to you even if that might be faked on his part. It’s that expression stating that he cares, that makes you realize why Oikawa Tooru had been such a hotshot back in your high school days. 

So why do your eyes still manage to find their way to the brooding figure on the other side of the couch, who is filled with nothing but spiteful comments and sarcastic responses? 

Oikawa's little 'pssst' snaps your attention back to the present to find the sais man pointing at Hoisuke while mouthing "he's asleep." Indeed, your eyes travel down to Hoisuke's tiny figure slumped against your side and your mouth curves up in an affectionate smile.

You're about to shift him into your arms but Oikawa beats you to it, deftly slipping the boy into his arms and glancing between you and Iwaizumi with that same knowing smile that sets you on edge, "I'll tuck him to bed. Iwa-chan, buy me snacks would you?"

"Hell no--" Iwaizumi starts protesting only for Oikawa to walk out of the room, whistling softly without waiting for an answer. You sigh silently, pressing your lips together and glancing at Iwaizumi from the corner of your eye.

He averts his gaze, but not quickly enough, grunting softly, " wanna go?"

"To the convenience store?"

He nods, already moving to grab his jacket by the door as you scramble to join him while trying not to act so desperate to spend just a little more time with him.

The evening is colder than you'd expect, a mixture of wind and rain that makes him curse slightly while you hurriedly open up your umbrella the moment you step into the street. He nods, mutters a 'thanks' and guides you down the pavement where you jostle your way through evening strollers.

Quite surprised by the amount of movement on the street, you catch yourself asking, "is your neighbourhood always that busy?"

"I think there's a fancy fair around the corner," Iwaizumi sidesteps a man as he speaks, his shoulder brushing yours and sending warmth all the way down to your toes, "give me that."

Without warning, his hand engulfs yours holding the umbrella up and jumping at the contact, you quickly retract your hand, "thanks," you murmur, glad that the dark conceals the red splotches dotting your cheeks.

Your mind races to find something --anything -- to get you out of this awkward predicament. You'd die if he finds out how fast your heart is beating, "so uhm--Oikawa-san seems nice. You still keep in touch with him frequently then?"

"More like I can't get rid of his annoying ass," Iwaizumi mutters.

You chuckle, causing his eyebrow to quirk up, "what's so funny?"

"I'm just wondering whether Hoisuke will turn out like you when he grows up," you can't help but grin up at him, "you have a talent for dissing people."

"Only the ones worthy of my attention."

"Am I not worthy of your attention?" You tease.

He scowls down at you, "you're Hoisuke's teacher, that complicates things."

"In what way?" A passerby suddenly nudges against you and you stumble slightly, only to feel Iwaizumi's arm clasp your shoulder to steady you.

He's warm, your mind chants. And he smells good. Like citrus.

He, on the other hand, doesn't seem to notice your flustered countenance, "watch it," he barks out. Then, he turns back to answer your question, "how do I know you won't make Hoisuke fail his grade if I upset you too much?"

"Woah there mister. I didn't know I was that low on your list."

"That's not what I meant," he growls. A few weeks before might have caused you to fear his temper. But things are different now and you've come to know that it's just in Iwaizumi's nature to be so rough around the edges.

So you just bump your shoulders against him, flash him an understanding grin, and say, "I get it, hothead. No need to get riled up."

"What'd you call me?!"

Bursting into fits of laughter at how easily triggered he gets, you reach up to ruffle his hair, "down, boy--"

And that's when it hits you -- you are touching Iwaizumi's hair. Iwaizumi.

Oh fuck.

Your hand drops like wildfire, body instantly cowering away with a furious blush, "I'm so sorry," you squeak out, "that was not appropriate I know--"

Someone else bumps into your back which knocks you straight into the said man's chest. His hands find your waist on instinct as he steadies you both and for a minute, the world stops moving. Nothing matters, apart from the fact that your face is pressed against his torso, his scent overwhelming your nostrils with bliss, his warmth making you melt ever so slightly.

"Asshole," you hear his dim hiss like an echo in the back of your head. Dazed, your eyes stay glued to his shirt in hopes that he won't notice your embarrassment, "s--sorry about that," you squeak out.

Only then do you feel his gaze slide down to your face. He asks gruffly, "you okay?"

"Fine."

Dear god. Someone kill you now.

"Come on," and before you can protest, you feel his warm hand wrap around your own as he tugs you along, ensuring that you are tucked into his side while he weaves through the throng of people.

You're glad he can't see your face, nor the way your pulse is racing underneath your skin.

And the more you gaze at the strength of his shoulders, the more you are hit by a crumbling realization:

That you might be falling for Iwaizumi Hajime, and that might be the worst decision you’ve made yet.

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He tells you about his married life when you sit outside the convenience store that evening, about how young and inexperienced he was, and how it had ended on pretty bad terms.

The fact that he even opens up about the topic surprises you, but nevertheless, you want to hope that it's his way of showing that your relationship isn't just tied by Hoosuke.

“Why...” you hesitate slightly, tentative, unsure whether one word will cause him to clam up, “why did it not work out? With you and Hoisuke's mother?” 

It is to be expected that you are met with his silence. It’s stoic and filled with warning, and you quickly scramble for an out, “I’m sorry, that was inconsiderate of me,” you bow your head and bite your lip. 

“She wanted more.” 

His words catch you by surprise. You blink, before looking up at him. He doesn’t look away.

It takes a moment. Then, he murmurs: 

“She wanted more...of everything. Things I couldn’t give her.” 

It stuns you, that he’s so outright. Your mouth opens, but you don’t have anything to say, and you don’t realize that you’re holding your breath until he continues thickly, “she was never satisfied with what I gave her. Always complained that I wasn't enough of a man to sustain a family," he pauses, "I think she was envious. She worked in a big corporation as a financial auditor, and her friends -- well, they all live pretty decent lives. So when we always had our arms full with cleaning up after Hoisuke, they went to get cocktails and eat sushi. I guess she felt like she was missing out somewhere along the line."

It's not the things he says, it's more about the way he says it, voice so thick with emotion that you can hear the tears about to fall from his lips. Your own chest aches with sympathy and your fingers ache to reach out to just hold him.

But you're not that close. You know it's not within your boundaries.

Iwaizumi chuckles before your mind can form a coherent answer, "sorry. Didn't mean for it to get depressive."

You turn to look at him, gaze at the way the streetlight dances over his side profile and down his jawline, "You don't have to say sorry, Iwaizumi-san," pausing and unsure whether you should go on, you decide it's worth the risk, "and while I don't blame her priorities, well, ...was money really such an issue that she left you and Hoisuke behind?"

He shrugs half-hearted, "not my place to say. I was labelled the cheap bastard that wasn't worth shit when she decided to sleep with her ex."

Disgust coils in your stomach, but you decide on letting the anger simmer silently in the pit of your stomach. You don't realize, however, that your fist is clenched so hard into your lap until the warmth of Iwaizumi's fingers flutter over your own.

You look up in surprise only to find his dark orbs searching your face, "hey," he murmurs out quietly, voice surprisingly soft, " s' okay."

You flush against the chilly night air, "sorry," you mumble, "I just-- I know how it feels like. Not to feel like you're enough."

He doesn't respond, only watches you intently. You continue, "my boyfriend cheated on me back in college. I didn't know about it, until six months later."

Iwaizumi sucks in a breath and his fingers tense over yours. Your throat feels scratchy, "so I know the feeling."

"Asshole," is what slips out of his mouth. You chuckle half-heartedly, though with the way he isn't pulling away from your hand makes you feel warm and giddy on the inside.

You'd like to think that this little bit of time spent together has brought you closer, if only to share your woes. But one thing's for sure, you think to yourself as you slowly walk back to Iwaizumi's flat now that the crowd has thinned out, Is that you both have Hoisuke's best interests at heart.

And that is your top priority that you should not forget. Even if you can feel your breath tug in your chest every time your eyes linger a little too long upon each other's.

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Ha, who the hell were you kidding?

It’s almost impossible to put the certain dark-eyed, dark-haired scowling face of a man out of your mind as the next week comes by. It’s even harder when Hoisuke is more than intent on spending time at your desk in-between classes, chatting on about what he and his father were up to throughout the week. And though you restrain yourself from asking too many questions burning at the back of your tongue, you can’t help but be drawn to the small snippets of Iwaizumi’s life as presented by his son. Even if it’s presented by his son.

So why do you find yourself back in his apartment the very next week with flour all over your clothes ans currently coaching Hoisuke to make figures with his clumsy five-year-old hands?

"This is hard miss Y/N," Hoisuke pouts, arms dropping to his sides, "can't you do it?"

"But that would be no fun," you nudge him playfully as you work on your own little cat figure, "all you need is patience, practice and love."

Glancing at the clock above Hoisuke's head to see that it's already past six in the evening, you wonder where Iwaizumi and Oikawa have disappeared off to. They hadn't told you anything, only that they were picking up some groceries. You guessed it was merely the thought of baking that made them so reticent.

"Don't worry miss Y/N. Daddy's coming back soon," Hoisuke says, as if knowing exactly the thoughts occupying your mind.

"Where did your daddy go anyway?" You decide to play along and ask casually as you move behind Hoisuke to help him mold tiny fingers.

"He and uncle Tooru said that they wanted you to taste the food from the sushi place they love," he then adds casually, almost like an afterthought, "daddy said you looked tired."

He said what now? Your eyebrows shoot up in curiosity.

The sound of the door opening grabs your attention, revealing a dishevelled Oikawa in the doorway with grocery bags hanging from his arms, "we're back with food!"

"Uncle Tooru! Look at the cookie I'm making!" Hoisuke doesn't hesitate to tug onto Oikawa's shirt and drag him to the kitchen counter to marvel at the little misshaped man. Dusting your hands onto your apron and turning to help Iwaizumi, your step falters upon noticing the undecipherable expression shadowing his features.

"Iwaizumi-san?" You blink.

It's gone in a flash, replaced by his usual scowl, "sorry we're late," he murmurs as you help him with the takeaways. You try not to think too much into the way he'd been staring, but your own heart skips a beat at the possibility that maybe--

Stop. You mentally slap yourself. Stop it right there.

Similarly, Iwaizumi is having the exact same mental debate.

Don't get him wrong. There isn't anything he loves about the fact that you've just created havoc in his kitchen. Had he insinuated it when he'd asked about your famous cookie recipe? Maybe. But shit man, call him old and cranky but the amount of cleaning up after the mess in his kitchen is something he isn't looking forward to.

But that small nugget of stress instantly melts away the moment he lays eyes on you and Hoisuke, together. Hoisuke is giggling, you are holding onto his hands, maneuvering them so as to make a semblance of a human limb. You're both dusted with flour, pink in your cheeks, and Iwaizumi swears his heart is going to drop out of his chest.

"Daddy daddy! Wanna see the man me and miss Y/N made?"

"That miss Y/N and I made," you corrected out of impulse, grinning as the child repeated what you saie with no less conviction, and Iwaizumi forced himself to move towards his son with nonchalance, "let me see."

Now that he thinks about it, he shouldn't be inviting you over so casually like it's a weekly thing. And maybe you don't even want to be there. Maybe you're just doing him a favour because you pity him. That's enough to make him sick in his stomach.

But this thought dissipates the more the evening wears on and the more he catches your soft eyes, the motherly affection you radiate towards his child, the gentle giggles falling from your mouth.

Iwaizumi wants it. He wants it so bad his heart aches.

And Oikawa seems to know exactly what he's thinking. Or maybe he's too obvious.

"This is so good," you groan in satisfaction while digging into the takeout sushi. Oikawa doesn't hesitate to pipe up, "right? Iwa-chan literally dragged my butt out of town for th-- fuck!"

He howls, clutching his leg where Iwaizumi had kicked at it in growing irritation and when you look at him in confusion, he feels his face grow red, "don't listen to him."

"Uncle Tooru, you're a bad man. You said the F word," Hoisuke chimes in, "it's okay though, daddy. You don't have to be embarrassed."

The redness of a fire engine can't compare to the flush riding the back of his neck. He wishes for the ground to swallow him at this very inetant, though his lips do quirk up in a smile seeing you burst out laughing before ruffling Hoisuke's hair.

"I see the way you look at her," Oikawa tells him a few nights later upon meeting up at the gym where they both train a few nights a week. It is also one of the few times where Hoisuke stays at his mother's place.

Iwaizumi grunts in response. He turns his head away to focus on his pushups, but if his best friend can deduce from his face alone, then that's an obvious way of showing his embarrassment when he is past the point of denial.

"She likes you too you know," Oikawa casually throws in, wiping the sweat from his face as he straddles a rowing machine, "she's like an open book."

"You don't know that," Iwaizumi hisses as he bends his arms, lift them with another grunt.

"Oh yes I do. And if you're smart you'd do something about it before someone else comes in to swoop her away."

As annoying as he is, Oikawa has a point. The nagging thought eats away at his subconscious mind the more Iwaizumi turns his feelings over in his hands. Despite this, he invites you out with him and his best friend one Saturday night and is mildly surprised that you accept so quickly.

"How have we never met if you went to Aoba Johsai?" Oikawa asks while munching on a french fry. As per his request for greasy comfort food, they'd ended up dragging you to one of their local eateries that make the best burgers in town, "would've noticed a cutie like you."

You can't help but roll your eyes, grinning, "simple, I didn't have any talent. I sang like I was deaf and had two left feet. And don't get me started on sports."

"You could've been a cheerleader," Oikawa smirks evilly, causing you to swat him and reply, "unless I wanted to come out of high school with two broken legs, which I did not."

"Good thing anyway, Iwa-chan hated those cheerleaders with a passion," Oikawa nudges him, "whenever I'd get bombarded with them he'd just scowl and they would scurry off like ants. They were scared shitless!"

"As if you didn't like watching those cheerleaders," you throw Iwaizumi a smug, pointed look with raised eyebrows, to which is scowl deepened. But you're used to it at this point, it doesn't even make you flinch.

"They were annoying and whiny. Why would I like them?" He muttered into his strawberry milkshake. A surprising revelation, considering his bitter, rough countenance.

"Cause they were hot."

"Cause they had long legs."

You and Oikawa blink at each other before you burst out laughing. Iwaizumi merely rolls his eyes, "idiots," but his mouth says otherwise, tugging up in amusement.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Oikawa-san?" You ask aa you munch on your burger.

"Bah, girlfriends don't agree with me."

"He's too much of a playboy to get himself a girlfriend," Iwaizumi mutters loud enough to reach your ears and you snort at the dagger-eyed stare Oikawa throws him, "I can't just give that," he motions towards his figure, "hot bod to anyone, Iwa-chan!"

"Mine's hotter than yours."

"Shut up! Why are you always so mean to me? You know I've been working my ass off for those back muscles!"

Your snort causes your milkshake to spurt from your nose and as Oikawa yelps and scoots furthest away from you, Iwaizumi doesn't hesitate to thrust a bunch of clean napkins in your face, chuckling deeply as he eyes you with the same fond amusement he's been denying himself of in the last few weeks.

Is it selfish? To want more of you than he can have? To feel the naked throb of his fingers that ache to reach out and just tuck your hair behind your ears?

Of course it is. If he does that, he'll cross a line he isn't quite certain he's ready for yet.

Daddy, do you really really like Miss Y/N? Hoisuke's voice is as clear as water that same evening, after he's tucked his son in, after all lights have dimmed in his flat and he sprawls atop his bed with heavy eyelids and a content stomach.

Yes, he thinks to himself as his eyes slowly slip shut, I think I do.

Fuck.

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