#shut the door very loudly so he will realize that he pissed me off

[levitiquee]

“Levi!”

You barge through the door, all dramatic, gasping and panting, purposely exaggerating to get his attention. But not to your surprise, he didn’t even bother looking up.

“I suppose no one ever taught you, but there’s a concept called knocking.” He said, his eyes fully focused on the papers. His hand moving across it as he wrote. “It’s quite easy really, you raise your hand and—”

“Levi!” You cut him off, slamming the door behind you loudly. “Levi, my beloved, my savior in dark times, I am in need of your help.”

“Slamming the door isn’t very polite either. Your manners get worse everyday.”

You waved him off, shushing him. You made way across the room, where a couch sat not far from the desk he was sitting on, and flopped down face first. “Levi.” Your voice came out muffled.

“Ah yes, making yourself home I see.” He sighs.

“Levi, I need your help. Real bad.”

“No.”

“What–” You look up, raising your face from the cushions, offended. “You didn’t even–”

“No.” He repeated, eyes not leaving his work for even a second. “Please, get off my couch. Cleaning it is tiresome.”

“Levi.” You whined, impatient at his aloofness. “Levi, he’s going to kill me.”

“I’ll buy you a good coffin.”

“This isn’t funny.” You huffed. “I’m dead. Like literally. Absolutely. This is where it all ends.”

“I’d rather you not die on my couch.”

“Fuck your couch.” You flipped yourself, so you splayed on your back now. You tilted your head, staring at him. “Help me out. Please?”

Levi finally turns to look at you, unable to ignore you any longer. He frowned. “What?” He asked warily. “What did you do this time?”

“Promise me you’ll help me first.” You said.

“No.” He immediately rejects you. “What did you do? Did you get into a fight with an MP again?”

You shook your head.

“Blew up something in Hange’s lab?” He guessed.

“No. But I’d really rather it was Hange mad at me though.”

He looked at you confused, “Who did you piss off then? “

You grimaced. He was quick to conclude.

“Ah.” He realizes. “Erwin.”

A nod from you answers him.

“What did you do?”

“Ask me what I didn’t do.”

“What didn’t you do?”

“Work.” You sat up. “In my defense, it was a shit load of work. And I hate paperwork. And I kept procrastinating. And now it’s due by tomorrow and I didn’t remember until two minutes ago when Erwin shot a glare at me. And now I—”

“I’m not helping you.”

“Why not?” You demanded.

“It’s your fault. Don’t drag me into this shit.” He grumbles, scowling. “And you promised last time, you wouldn’t do this anymore. I’m not doing your work for you. I have enough on my plate.”

“Okay first of all, I’m not lazy. I was busy–”

“Ogling Garrison captains.”

“They’re pretty. And no, not the point, shut up.” You protested. “I was busy. And I didn’t come here so you could do it for me. I came here so you could go and talk to Erwin.”

Levi frowned, “Talk to him about what?”

“Tell him to give me one more day. Swear I’d work my ass off.”

“You said that last time too.” He pointed it out. “How angry is Erwin?”

You made a face. “Bad.”

“How bad?”

“He keeps glaring at me everytime I meet him. It’s the ‘if you don’t get it done this time, you’re gonna get in so much shit’ glare. It’s creeping me out.”

Levi scoffs, shaking his head. “Only you." He said. "Only you can possibly manage piss fucking Erwin off. The guy's a fucking monk, nothing affects him.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “If I had to guess, I’d say this isn’t the first time asking for an extension.”

“Err…” You ducked your face. “It was kinda supposed to be done 2 weeks ago.”

“2 weeks?” Levo looked at you incredulously. “No wonder he’s pissed. And you’re asking for more time?”

“One more day. Just one more day. Please Levi, he’ll listen to you.”

Levi stares at your pleading expression for a few seconds with narrowed eyes, considering. Thinking. Then he seemed to have made up his mind.

“No.”

“Wha—” You jerk upright. You really thought you’d convinced him.

“No. I’m not getting you out of the grave this time. Specially since you dug it yourself.” He returns his attention back to his work. “Good luck to you, but leave now. And learn a damn lesson.”

You stared at him, gaping. “Wow," You blinked you’re an asshole.”

“Congratulations for realizing that.”

You exhaled. Easy words won’t work, you knew. So, here comes plan A. Acting.

You pouted.

“Don’t look at me like that. I said what I said.”

You fluttered your lashes, all wide shiny eyes, about to cry.

“Get out before I start throwing shit at you.”

“Levi.” Plan B. Bribing.

“No.”

“Leeviii.”

“No.”

“Levi, aren’t you the sweetest, most dearest, my absolute favorite and delightful and super awesome with extra sugar on top bestiest best friend? Don’t be like that, c’mon.”

“Still no. And we’re not friends.”

“‘I’ll make you pie?” You offered.

“You can’t cook to save your life. No.”

"I'll give you hugs."

"I will slap you."

“Levi.” Plan C. Threatening.

He glares back at you.

"You do realize you could've used this time getting the report started instead of trying to convince me and actually might've manage to get it done?”

“I’ll read poetry to you.” You threatened.

Levi looks up, finally there’s a hint of alarm on his face. “No, you won’t.”

“I’ll make sure all your food touch.”

“Get out.”

“I’ll disorganize your bookshelf and fill it with those titan x scout love novels.”

He raised his middle finger at you.

“I will start telling you about all my exes.”

He cringed visibly.

Finally, you gave up. Dragging yourself off the couch, you slowly, pathetically, miserably made your way to the door. You knew that the odds were very low that Levi would actually help you this time, because he was right. You needed to learn a lesson. And it was your fault.

“Oi.”

Your hand was on the doorknob. “What?” You turned to look at him grumpily.

Levi was pinching the bridge of his nose, knitting his eyebrows together, irritated and annoyed. Like he was about to do something he regretted.

He let out a long exhale.

“Bring it here. I’ll help you.”

“What?” You asked, disbelief dripping from your tone. Were you dreaming?

“I’ll help you out. Just this time.” He grunts. “Don’t expect it again. And I’ll only guide you, you’re doing the most of it.”

Music to your ears.

“Really?”

“Go before I change my mind.” He huffed.

You broke into a wide grin, beaming up at him. “No wonder I love you.”

“The feeling is not mutual.”

“You’re the best,”

“Shut up.”

“The best. The most darling, the loveliest, the coolest, the–”

“10 seconds. I’m giving you 10 seconds.”

“Oh–” Your eyes widened. You learnt the hard way Levi usually means his time limits. “Okay, okay, wait here, wait. I’ll be right back. Just–”

And you were out the door,

“Fucking idiot.” He groaned to himself, as you yet again, slammed the door.

He wish he knew why he kept doing this to himself.

#what being friends with Levi looks like #Don't procrastinate kids #there's no levi to help you #so get your shit done #i need to get my shit done #i am going to get my shit done now byeee #levi ackerman #levi #aot #captain levi #levi heichou #snk #aot fandom #levi x reader #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #levi fluff #aot levi x reader #levi thoughts #captain levi x reader #levi x reader imagine #levi x reader imagines #levi x y/n #levi x you

[yrluvjane]

The Things I Hate About You

Sirius Black x fem!reader

"We're supposed to be doing this together! Professor Flitwick assigned pairs! You think if we were given the choice, I'd pair up with you?!" Y/n angrily shouted at Sirius.

Sirius scoff's then gives off a humorless laugh. "Please, everyone wants to pair up with me! And I don't get why you're so pissed off, it's not like you'll do anything."

"Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I want to do my homework? Maybe, unlike the bimbo's you hang out with everyday, I want to study and graduate. I want to have a future! And I won't let you -you insufferable twat- take that away from me!"

"That's rich coming from you!" He shouts facing you with an expression of rage that could rival yours.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I may hang out with 'bimbo's' the whole day but you are the one with a new boyfriend every week! So don't shame me, Y/n, you are just like me!"

"I am certainly nothing like you! And my love life has nothing to do with you!"

"Love life? Love, is that what that is? I guess I shouldn't be surprised. It must be exhausting for someone as bitter as you to love someone that long."

Y/n gasped, shocked to silence. Her eyes roamed his face that was inches away from hers, contorted into anger, his grey eyes seemed to have darken yet there was undeniably another emotion laying there.

They stood, staring unblinkingly at each other as if they were in a contest until Sirius gave up and sighed loudly. He cursed under his breath, running his hands down his face.

He slumped down at a nearby chair and began rubbing his temples and forehead, tiredly. As she watched him, in this new light, her eyes took notice to his disheveled state.

From the dark bags under his stormy eyes, to the way his shoulder-length was messed up as if someone kept running their fingers through them all the time, to the way Sirius looked at the ground as if he was having a mental battle.

"Sirius-" She began softly but the wizard cut her off. "Just go." He said tiredly, as he looked up at you with pleading eyes. "Just go, go have fun...Go to your new boyfriend." He said sadly at first but his voice edged at the end, emphasizing at the 'new boyfriend' part.

"I can do the Theory of Animal transfiguration and you can do Human. I'll have it done by tomorrow night." He said, "Just leave, Y/n. I just want to be alone and think right now." He said.

She gave him one last look of concern before nodding slightly to herself. "I'll see you later, Sirius.. Take care.." She said slowly as she left the room and shut the door behind her, almost missing Sirius's voice. "Dammit!" He swore angrily, kicking a nearby chair.

Sirius Black had successfully went from annoying the living daylights out of you to completely ignoring your existence. Every time, since the fight, your tried talking to him he was either:

Suddenly missing something or had forgotten about a class.

In a deep conversation with a very awkward and nervous-looking James Potter .

Having his tongue down Marlene’s throat.

The last one was the one that bothered you the most, Sirius was known for his playboy streak and was almost never seen with same girl twice, except for Marlene. Because of this, many rumors and theories were spread. Each more absurd than the rest, but even then, the sight of them together made a very tight and twisted knot in your stomach.

And the whole thing was making you lose your mind. Sirius no longer bothered you and that bothered you. You had completely lost any interest in any of your studies and the fact he was taking this much of your focus and concentration was embarrassing enough.

You had spent three whole days trying to understand this abnormal rage brewing in your chest, which then you realized was jealousy. You were jealous of Marlene. Because you liked Sirius. The realization hit you like a brick to your head.

You kept trying to push the thought away, trying to simplify as a side effect of all the studying you’ve been doing. And so you did, you took a break and went to Hogsemede.

But every time you saw Sirius and Marlene, you had this urge to punch both of them.

You only realized how stupid you sounded, when you took Madam Promfery’s advice and wrote all your feelings on paper.

You truly sounded like the main character of cliché enemies-to-lovers story, all you were missing was a best friend that would betray you and try to take Sirius away.

And all this led up to this moment right now.

You currently watched the hallway you were standing in waiting for Sirius to appear. It took you three whole days to plan this and you were quite anxious.

You took deep breathes hoping to calm your nerves but they only sky rocketed when the sound of footsteps reached your ears.

Your head snapped up and your eyes met Sirius's, causing alarms to blare in your head. His eyes widened and was about to say something but before he could even get a word in you pulled your wand out and petrified him.

"Oh my God, okay, okay. This is completely fine." You said to yourself as you levitated Sirius's body to an empty class room and faced his frozen body.

"Sorry, I just need you to listen and obviously there are more...comfortable ways to do this but this had the most promising outcome."

You took one last deep breathe and pushed your hair to the back of your ears. "Okay, I like you, like you like you. I know, "What?!" Trust me it shocked me too, but in this past week I realized lots of things. And one of those is just how much I miss your really annoying yet flattering presence. Yea, sure you're condescending, rude, annoying, obnoxious and I could probably go on till tomorrow. But the thing is, I like that stuff about you, or at least some of it but what I've realized I always classified it as hate."

"I hate the way you always flirt with me, it's disgusting, rude and completely inappropriate, but you do it to get a reaction out of me and sometimes it actually nice, it doesn't make me feel alone."

"Of course there are lots of annoying things about you, for example, the hair thing. Y'know the one where you push your hair back with your hands unlike Potter who runs his fingers through his hair. I hate it. And then sometimes you do it to me, whenever I'm studying, and it always ends up distracting. So I end up reading the same sentence fifteen times, and getting absolutely no work done.."

"I hate the way you keep staring at me, almost all of the time. During class, while were studying, at dinner, in the common room, on the courtyard and so on, it makes me feel really insecure."

"I hate the way your uniform is always untidy; your tie is always lose, your shirt untucked, your robe open and how you completely violate the rules by wear those rings."

"I hate how your really good at your studies but never want to show it, I watch you do your work, you have potential to go high places but whenever your in class you put on this "To cool for school" act that irritates me too much."

"I hate the way you follow me around and throw your arm around my shoulders as if were close friends. I hate the way you tell others I secretly love you whenever I brush you off."

"I hate it when you joke and make me laugh, I hate it when you say I'm uptight."

"I hate it when your right and I'm wrong, I hate it when you lie and leave me alone."

"I hate seeing you with Marlene, I hate it more when people make comments of how great you two seem."

"I hate it when you put me on the spot then call me shy, I hate it more when you hurt my feelings and make me cry."

"I hate the way you're not around and you don't talk to me anymore. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even a little bit, not even at all."

You shakily raise your wand, and cast the counter curse. You swallow as he stands up with wide eyes and looks at you. "I swear if you laugh, I'll punch you in the face." You say threateningly, as your eyes roamed his for any emotions.

He lets out a small laugh, "Did you just attack me, insult me and confess your love for me all in five minutes?"

"Six minutes and forty-seven seconds."

"Merlin, Y/n..." He says with a soft yet tired smile, looking at you silently.

"Say something, dammit!" You shout, completely on edge.

"Well, I was actually coming to find you. Your owl gave me this." He says, pulling something out of his robe pocket with a small chuckle.

He handed you your very-angry-and-emotional-feelings-letter that you must have left on your desk.

Damn you, Whiskers!

"So, you read my letter, what about the bloody ceremonial speech i just gave."

"You hate 17 things about me." He says walking closer, "And most of these seventeen I do because I like you."

At this point, he is shadowing you with his height, there was barely any space in between.

"What?" You asked with a dazed look.

"I like you too," He clarifies , one of his hands reach up to brush your hair back and cup the side of your neck, stroking your throat with his thumb, making your face heat up.

"The reason I was so angry last week was because everyone kept saying what a great couple you and Hillson made. I got so angry and took it out on you."

He uses his other hand too push a few strands of your hair back behind your ear, playing with ends as he stared deeply into your eyes.

"Then I came back to apologize but I heard some of the girls say, you locked yourself up. I went back to my room to think and thought that maybe it was just best to give up. So I avoided you and ignored you in hopes of getting you out of my head. I only got back to Marlene to get over you. Then I got the letter and came to find you right away."

You stayed silent for a good thirty seconds trying to absorb all this information, though it was quite hard with him tracing his thumb over your throat and collar.

"So you don't like Marlene." You stated.

He laughed and nodded, "You can rest assured, I don't like Marlene, only you."

"Good." You whispered as you laced your hands behind his neck, bringing his head down and attaching your lips to his.

#reposting this cause why not? #sirius black #harry potter x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black angst #sirius x you #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black fluff #the marauders #the marauders era #sirius x reader #sirius orion black #sirius black x y/n #harry potter #sirius black drabble #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black blurb #sirius black x you #sirius black imagine #sirius black smut #sirius black x reader smut #sirius black one shot #marauders era #sirius black x female reader #marauders

[rius-cave]

You've said from your lick.comic that Lucifer becomes attracted to Adam not long after and Adam is basically dealing with gay panic.

How long after that do they sleep together and how does it happen??

Ooohhh nonny

It wouldn't take too long after it. Hmmm, in fact, I have a comic planned down the line that fits very nicely as a continuation, I might tweak the script a bit to fit it better, so we'll see.

However that comic is gonna be kinda dub-cony and with some coercion so I'll propose an alternative if that's not your thing lol

After the events of that comic, Adam is effectively UNEASY around Lucifer. He can't even look him in the eye, he's actively avoiding him. He's apologized (begrudgingly) to Charlie and he's actually behaving well with the hotel gang.... Except when Lucifer is around. He gets pissy, short-fused, snappy, etc.

Lucifer meanwhile has the spark of attraction ignited inside of him, he looks at Adam with... Not uninterested eyes, but he has a much better hold of himself, he doesn't really act differently or is trying to seduce him further, it's just kind of in the back of his mind for now.

However he IS getting pissed off at Adam's attitude and how he's CLEARLY avoiding him. He briefly wonders if it's because he's just being a fucking brat.

This goes on for AT LEAST two weeks until Adam says something stupid and tries to flee from Lucifer's presence again and Lucifer is like "okay that's it".

Lucifer pulls Adam to a room with just the two of them alone and they have this discussion:

"okay, this is getting ridiculous. Fucking spill it."

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about! Let me go already!"

"Not until you tell me what's got your panties in a twist. Come on it's been weeks."

"NOTHING! Goddammit-! This is fucking stupid!"

"Adam I'm not an idiot, please just-"

Lucifer tries to grab his arm but Adam flinches away from it.

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME! YOU-!" he yells, loudly, and there's a very obvious blush on his face.

Lucifer looks at him, really looks at him, and then it all clicks for him.

"Holy shit, are you telling me-"

"IM NOT SAYING SHIT. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE."

"No fucking way," Lucifer's face starts breaking into a smile. "For real? That little teasing got to you this bad?"

"I DON'T-! NO! SHUT UP!"

"Ohoho, this is so rich! Who would've thought!" Lucifer smirks, getting closer to Adam and adopting a much more flirty demeanor. "That the so called Dickmaster would want a piece of lil ol me?"

"SHUT UP FREAK, OF COURSE I DO NOT!"

"Hey, no judgement here, you should've just told me you needed to get laid that badly instead of piss and moan for days. Really buddy, it would've made things so much easier."

"LIKE HELL IT WOULD! I don't want you near me! Get away from me!"

Lucifer cocks an eyebrow but doesn't flinch, he starts circling Adam, as if he was prey. Adam just follows his shadow, still trying to hold on to his little secret. When Lucifer speaks again, it seems to come from everywhere at once.

"If you insist, I'll leave you alone for now. But really Adam, you just say the word and I'll make you reach Heaven again. I'll make you see more stars than you ever knew existed. See more colors than there are in the rainbow."

Adam gulps, and he panics internally when he realizes that he's starting to get hard. However, Lucifer doesn't seem to notice because then he feels Lucifer squeezing his ass, eliciting a yelp from him, and then next thing he knows Lucifer is back at the door frame, all the tension in the room dissipating.

"My door's always open! Well then, pal! Hope ya get your shit together! Don't make daddy mad~" he adds that last part with a velvety tone, and then disappears.

"Fuck..."

Not a full 24 hrs pass before Adam is knocking quietly in Lucifer's door (his new temporary room in the hotel) and Lucifer greets him with a smirk. They close and lock the door behind them. The end.

#me: I'll just write a quick response for this #also me: writes this whole ass thing #hazbin hotel #adamsapple #ask #man now i really wanns rework thst whole script for that comic LOL

[takearisk-xo]

written for #severalsunlitdaylights & @corneliaavenue-ao3!! day 1: taylor swift (debut)

Harry had no idea how he let himself end up in this very specific nightmare of a situation. The last thing he wanted was for Ginny’s arm to be draped around his neck as he half-walked, half-carried her back to her flat on the other side of campus.

His only justification, was that Ron had been otherwise occupied by a some girl he knew from class. While he'd been snogging her in the corner, Harry had to watch as Ginny nearly fell off of her chair attempting to out drink some footballer, who had eighty pounds and a full twelve inches on her. After that his path forward seemed pretty clear. Despite his aversion to it.

So, there he was, traipsing across the quad with the barely conscious object of his infernal infatuation tripping along beside him.

"Any particular reason," he began lightly, ignoring the way her head rested against his shoulder, "tonight was the night you decided to drink yourself to death?"

She sighed and stumbled over her toes. "Jusabitofun..."

"Oh, yeah?" Harry adjusted his grip around her waist. "Face down in a toilet is fun for you?"

"Plesss," she slurred. "I haven't been pissed sick since '96."

"And how long have you been speaking in couplets?"

She cackled, and the sound echoed off the stone buildings on either side of them. "You think you're so funny."

"No," Harry replied. "Just sober."

Ginny booed, loudly, and he had to clap a hand over her mouth to keep her outburst from waking up the entire fucking city. In his effort to keep her quiet, he pulled to a stop and they now stood in the damp yellow light of street lamp, two blocks from their destination.

"Christ, Ginny," he cursed. "What's gotten into you?"

She stared up at him and mumbled something behind his palm. He hoped she was inebriated enough that she didn't notice the way his breath caught the longer their gazes held.

Harry dropped his hand. "What was that?"

"I ditched Dean tonight."

His stomach did a violent swoop through his middle and Harry swallowed down the sudden tightness in the back of his throat.

"Why?"

Ginny shrugged, her eyes darting away from his face and into the middle distance. "Never felt right. Not all the way, at least. Not like it's supposed to."

Harry didn't really have a response to this, but he couldn't look away from her either. In an instant, her carefree and impetuous demeanor was shadowed by a profound misery.

Then he realized he was staring, so he cleared his throat and skirted his glance away.

"He's a good bloke, Dean," she continued absentmindedly, as Harry led her into a few measured steps down the sidewalk. "But I never felt like I was all the way myself with him. I wasn't ever just... me. D'ya know what I mean?"

"M-Maybe," he stammered. "Er–Sure..."

Snorting, Ginny placed her hand over where his palm rest against her ribs. "And when do you feel most like yourself?"

When I'm with you.

"I dunno," he said instead, fundamentally mortified by the gut reply that had almost clawed its way out at her question.

"I think it's when I'm on the pitch," she hummed, her eyes dropping shut as they meandered ever closer to Cairncross.

Harry didn't have a response to this, or at least, he kept his mouth firmly shut for fear of what he might blurt out if he didn't.

Eventually, they approached Ginny's building. He simultaneously felt bereft and relieved as she shuffled out of his grasp and up her front steps. She pressed incessantly at her and Hermione's buzzer until the door hummed and the lock clicked.

"Thanks for walking me," she hummed, holding the door open and staring down at him with a soft smile.

Harry smirked back. "Think you'll make it up the stairs?"

"Only one way to find out." With one last grin, she turned on her heel and let the door begin to shut behind her.

Harry had a split second to make his decision, and impulse won as her earlier explanation pounded out a rhythm in the base of his skull.

I ditched Dean. I ditched Dean. I ditched Dean.

"Hey, Ginny!" he called, only a few inches of space left before the door could close all the way.

She reappeared, the light of the hall spilling out behind her.

Harry stood dumbstruck and silent as she watched him in mild curiosity.

"I–" he struggled uselessly. "I'm–"

"No, wait–" she interjected, her eyes wide and the quirk to her lips expectant. He couldn't quite explain it in the moment, but the expression on her face told him, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she knew exactly what he'd been about to say. "Will you do me a favor?"

Harry's exhale shuddered on its way out. "Sure?"

Ginny beamed at him, and he felt it like a lance of sunlight straight through his sternum. "Tell me tomorrow?"

Something inside his chest cracked open; soaring, galloping hope seared its way through his blood stream.

She tilted her head to the side, resting it against the door jamb. "Because I want to remember this."

"Yeah, okay. Tomorrow."

Harry chuckled as she disappeared back inside, contemplating what exactly defined tomorrow, and if it would hurt his chances if he showed up on her doorstep sometime around sun-up.

Probably. But Harry figured if he brought along a bag of pastries, that just might make up for it.

#severalsunlitdaylights #several sunlit daylights #hinny #my fic #corneliaavenue

[analogwriting]

Childhood Crush

Chapter One: Tungsten

Killer x gn!reader word count: 2.4k a/n: i like the thought of kid throwing a wrench at people when they annoy him. next

“Careful…careful…” You were muttering to yourself as you were moving hot iron to the water. You were currently in your workshop just outside the house, working on a commission. You were just about done with it too, and ahead a schedule. 

But not for long.

WHAM!

You jumped, your work clattering to the floor and you cursed loudly. “What the fuck!” You turned around, seeing your brother standing in the doorway. “You know the fuckin’ rule, tungsten!” you shouted at him.

“WHATEVER. I HAVE A FRIEND OVER SO DON’T BOTHER US!” 

You stared at him, absolutely flabbergasted. “So you come and bother me instead? What the fuck kinda back asswards logic is that?”

“Fuck you!” He started to run back inside.

“Fuck you!” You shouted after him, sighing. Then it dawned on you what he said. Wait, a friend? Was it a girl? Was it that Victoria girl that he didn’t shut up about sometimes? You immediately dropped what you were doing, running off into the house.

Just as your brother did, you burst into his room with no hesitation. “EUSTASS YOU HAVE A FRIEND OVER? IS IT THAT VIC-” You immediately stopped as your eyes fell on, not a girl, but a boy. A very fine boy. He looked to be about your age, so only a few older than Eustass himself. You felt your cheeks heat up suddenly, but quickly recovered.

“BIGS, WHAT THE FUCK. I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME IN HERE!”

“Uh, considerate payback. Anyway, didn’t realize you swung that way.” A mischievous smile overtook your face. “Just know, little tungsten, that I still love you, no matter who you end up loving.” 

You watched as Eustass’ face turned as red as his hair. “FUCK OFF, BIGS.” You cackled ducking as he threw a wrench at you. You squeaked as you saw him jump off his bed. “Fuckin’ - GET BACK HERE!” 

Almost tripping over your own two feet, you ran down the hallway to your own room, slamming the door. You listened as he shouted at you through the door, trying to knock it down with his fists while you just cackled.

Oh man, he was so easily pissed off and it provided endless entertainment for yourself.

--

Eventually, he stopped banging on the door and you listened to his footsteps recede. You let out a small sigh and opened the door once the coast was clear. You headed out to your own little smithy, cleaning up your mess. You cursed silently to yourself as you saw the state of the blade you had. It might be salvageable but you didn’t have much hope. You’d definitely be set back, but you worked quick, so you’d still meet your deadline.

After the fiasco at your house all those years ago, you had ended up taking Eustass and running. You dropped out of school and started working at the local blacksmith to pick up some kind of trade. Your father had already worked there before and he was amazing before he downspiralled. Luckily, the blacksmith didn’t hold your father’s demise against you and let you work. Now, you worked at the smithy to earn money to support you and your brother.

It also helped that you were pretty good at your job, so you made decent cash.

You headed back inside once you put everything away, heading towards your brother’s room. This time, you knocked before you entered. The two boys were sitting on Eustass’ bed and your heart started racing upon seeing his friend once more. 

“Hey, I’m getting ready to start dinner, is your friend staying?” You looked at them, glancing at them. His friend shrugged while Eustass nodded. “Yeah.”

“Cool, what do you want me to make?”

Eustass opened his mouth and you held up a hand. “If you say cabbage rolls, I’m going to fight you. We’ve had those every night this week, pick something else. What does your friend like?” You looked at his friend. “I’m y/n, by the way. Older sibling of Eustass, obviously. Three years.”

“Oh right, this is Killer,” Eustass said and you blinked. Killer? What the hell kind of name was that? The hell was he already killing?

“Uh, what?”

“That’s what we call him.” You blinked slowly, processing this. You just nodded. “Okay, whatever.” You rolled your eyes, dramatic.

“Three years? That means you’re a year younger than me, but I haven’t seen you around before,” Killer said, seeming to finally get caught up in the conversation.

“Ah. Right. I dropped out a few years ago to take care of Shithead here.” You jerked your head towards your brother with a lazy grin. You didn’t regret it for a moment, however. You loved your little brother, as much of a shithead as he was.

“Hey!” 

You just grinned at him. “Love ya.” He huffed, folding his arms and pouting.

“Anyway, Killer, do you have any preferences on food? Allergies?” He shook his head and you sighed.

“I need you guys to decide, like, now.” You were growing impatient and hungry. Not a good combination. Irritability rates were increasing each moment they didn’t make a decision. 

They were both silent as they looked at each other like trying to decide. “I mean cabbage rolls don’t sound bad,” Killer said and you narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t enable him, I will literally throw down with you. And make the both of you eat dirt.” His eyes widened, obviously not expecting you to threaten him upon meeting him.

You groaned, putting your hands on your hips as you tried to think of what to cook. “I’ll just make some curry udon, I guess,” you sighed. Suddenly, the both of them shouted.

“NO!”

--

After that day, Killer was over just about every day. You didn’t protest it as long as they stayed out of your hair when you were working out in your smithy. You were able to actually function around Killer without having to hard reboot your brain every time you saw him. Your heart still raced sometimes, but you just chalked it off to some childhood crush that you’d eventually grow out of.

Besides, he was your brother’s best friend. There was definitely some bro code that went against that. 

During the days, Eustass was typically out for a while and didn’t return until well after dark. You were typically always up working - you also worried about him quite a bit. You couldn’t rest easy until you knew he was okay. If he was ever going to be gone overnight he always told you, which you appreciated. He knew you worried - especially now that he came home with some cuts and bruises. Probably fighting.

You continued cooking dinners for your brother, Killer joining most nights. You were definitely shocked when Killer had asked you to teach him to cook. He had said he enjoyed the pasta you had made and wanted to know how to make some himself, so you decided to help him out a little bit.

This was one of those nights.

“Where did you learn to cook anyway, y/n?” Killer asked as you guided him through the process of making noodles from scratch.

“Well, since it was kind of always just me ‘n Eus, I didn’t really have a choice. I just kinda taught myself.” You shrugged as you kneaded the dough. 

“Yeah, but all you made was potatoes,” Eustass grumbled from the table as he tinkered on some project he was working on. You turned to glare at him. “It’s the cheapest thing I could find. And they’re very-.” 

“Versatile, yeah, yeah. That’s what you always say,” he grumbled, focusing on his task at hand and you felt your face heat up as Killer grinned at Eustass’ words. You shot a glare his way before looking at your brother. “Maybe I’ll go back to making just potatoes, or make you learn yourself,” you huffed.

“You’re teaching Killer how to cook - I’ll just have him cook for me instead!” Your brother cackled. You threw your hands up. “Then let’s have him cook dinner, yeah?” You wiped the flower off your hands onto your apron and removed it.

“You’re on your own for dinner - good luck.”

The laughter in the room immediately stopped. “Wait, Bigs. I was joking. Please make dinner.” There was a panicked look in Eustass’ face. Sure, you were teaching Killer how to cook but he had a long way to go. “Killer’s cooking isn’t as good as yours I already know.” 

A grin spread across your face and you put your apron back on. “That’s what I thought.”

“Hey, y/n, what’s this?” You looked over to Killer, seeing a tattered cookbook in his hands. “Sorry, I got flour on it.” 

“Oh, that’s my first cookbook. It’s alright, it’s been through a lot. A little flour won’t kill it.” You took it in your own hands gently, carefully flipping through it.

--

“Bigs! I’m home!” Eustass’ voice rang through the house. “I’m in my room, tungsten!” Small footsteps could be heard as he ran towards your room. You had started calling him tungsten since you learned that it was such a strong metal and it made you think of your little brother. Despite everything that happened, he kept going. He had said it would take a lot more than that to break him.

So, when you learned what tungsten was - the nickname was born.

He stood in the doorway and you looked up at him. You noticed his hands behind his back and went to ask when he beat you to the point. “I got you something!” He had a giant grin on his face.

You sat up, closing your book. “Alright, what is it?” 

“First of all - happy birthday,” he said, his smile turning more shy. You blinked. Oh shit, that’s right. Today was your birthday. Eleventh to be exact. A soft expression slowly spread across your features. “Thank you, tungsten,” you said with a small smile. 

“Now, here’s your present!” He handed you a very terribly wrapped present, but you could tell he really tried and it warmed up your heart. You wanted to cry. Your brother might be crass and drive you absolutely insane, but he really cared - it showed in his actions. 

You removed the paper, realizing the book was upside down and you flipped it over. You read the cover and let out a small chuckle. “A cookbook?” You looked at him.

He nodded, giving you a sheepish grin. “I figured we could have something besides potatoes for once.” 

You gasped. “But you love my potatoes!”

“But not every night!” 

“Alright, that’s fair.” You laughed, ruffling his hair. “Thank you, I really love it.” You opened it, taking a look through it. It all seemed simple enough. “What do you say I make something from this tonight? I just went shopping earlier, so we should have plenty of ingredients.”

Eustass’ face lit up and he nodded quickly. “Oh hell yeah!” 

You laughed as you heard him curse. You didn’t bother scolding him because you could be just as bad if not worse. You knew that it was only going to get worse as the two of you grew older, so might as well not stress about it.

“Alright. Go and start on your homework. Then wash up, I’ll call you when dinner’s done.” Eustass grinned widely and nodded, scurrying off to do as you asked.

You headed into the kitchen, looking through the book. Your eyes landed on a recipe that looked easy and simple. It took a couple of hours, but the prep was simple enough. 

“Tungsten! Dinner!” You heard a crash followed by excited footsteps and you laughed to yourself. You could hear just how excited he was. You knew he liked your cooking, but you also understood that having the same thing every night could make anyone hate something.

By the time you turned around, your brother was at the small table in the kitchen practically bouncing up and down in the chair. “My, hungry?”

“Yes!” 

You set the plate in front of him and he blinked. “What is it?”

“They’re cabbage rolls. At least that’s what the recipe says.” You watched your brother as he poked at it with his fork. You narrowed your eyes. “It’s not potatoes, just like you wanted. Now quit playing with your food and eat it, tungsten.”

Eustass eyeballed them for a moment more before actually eating it. You watched as his face lit up. “These are really good!” You felt relief wash over you. You were worried you chose the wrong recipe to try first. Making your own plate, you sat with him.

“I think these are my new favorite!” 

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m sure the more we eat - your opinion will change.”

“I don’t know, these are really good.” You just smiled at him, glad that he enjoyed your cooking. It just made you want to cook more and try new things. 

--

“And they’re still my favorite food,” Eustass mused as you finished your recollection of it. Killer looked between the both of you. “Wow, I didn’t know he could be such a sap.”

“Hey!” Eustass called from his chair, throwing a wrench at Killer. You snatched it before it hit him. “Eustass! Do not throw a wrench at our guest! Just because you have ass in your name doesn’t mean you gotta act like one.” You looked at him absolutely flabbergasted that he’d do such a thing. Well, he threw them at you whenever you were being annoying, but that was different.

“Hey!”

“It’s a fucking wrench - what were you thinking?” You looked at Killer. “Are you o-” You stopped as you noticed he was just staring at you in astonishment.

“Y-You caught that without even trying.” He seemed amazed by your movements. Well, you have been keeping up with your fighting skills just in case. You just didn’t fight random people like your brother did. 

“Uh…well…I wasn’t just going to let him assault you.” You brushed it off, setting the wrench down. 

“Oh, I guess you’ve never seen Bigs in action, huh, Killer?” Eustass smirked. “They’re one of the best fighters I’ve ever fuckin’ seen.”

“I haven’t fought in years.”

“But you obviously still got it.”

He had you there. “Well, anyway. No more throwing wrenches. It’s dangerous.”

“Ugh. Okay.” Eustass reached across the table, grabbing his tool and getting back to his project.

“Now, where were we? Oh right, how to begin actually crafting the noodles.” You turned around to resume your cooking lesson, unaware of the boy next to you staring at you from under his bangs as he pretended to listen.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer x reader #killer one piece #am fics #i kept getting so distracted writing this bc i kept looking at wonho's fine ass #cc #massacre soldier killer

[a-random-weeb]

Hiiii can I request prince chuuya x reader in an arranged marriage?

Alright, I liked this idea but it wasn't specific enough to turn into a story, plus I don't think I could turn this into anything other than a oneshot, so... Here's a oneshot I'm quite proud of! Unless this wasn't for the event, in that case, here's your oneshot!

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You didn't want this. Why did this happen?! You came from a very rich family, your parents being owners of a HUGE business. You don't know how business stuff works (It's a fanfic I ain't doing a whole bunch of research as to why this very specific scenario could ever take place) but for some reason, you and THE PRINCE had to get MARRIED! You despised this fact, but it was for the business... Well... You didn't care, you didn't want to get married to some snobby prince with anger issues. Prince Chuuya was known for his horrible anger issues, he was pretty scary... You hated him, but alas, the wedding day is today. You sigh as the makeup artist finishes your makeup. Yes. Your parents got you a makeup artist.

"It's your special day, you're getting married!" Was their reasoning. You tried pretending to be sick, but your damn parents could see right through you. They were acting so sweet to you, but that's just because they're gonna make money off this marriage.

The makeup artist has to push you through the doors of the church, and you ungracefully stumble into the room. with all these people around there's no use in running. You gaze up at your soon-to-be husband, pissed off by the vail covering your eyes. Sure you can still see, but it still angered you. Chuuya notices your gaze as you walk down the isle and scowls, rolling his eyes. You shoot him a glare before tripping over nothing, falling face first into the carpet atop the grass. Some of the audience gasps, while others give a light chuckle. You were surprised to see Chuuya holding in his laughter. Either way you're incredibly embarrassed.

"I'm ok!" You scurry to your feet. You frown as you realize you ruined the flowers, they were pretty, but whatever. You continue to walk and blah blah blah. When you finally reach the end of the isle, the sun shines in your eyes as you try to look at Chuuya, looking away because of the sun. Chuuya wears his normal scowl. You don't listen to anything that's going on until

"You may kiss the bride."

You were disgusted, you didn't want to kiss this.. this idiot! He leans in, you're heart beats loudly... Why were you so flustered?! Why was he hot?! He leans in super close, his lips gently brushing against yours, close enough to seem like you two were kissing. The crowd cheers as the hot sun beams down. You throw the (ruined) bouquet out into the crowd, some fat, rich man catches it. You cringe, looking at your new husband. He smirks

"Your face is red"

"Shut up!!!"

"HEY! NO YOU SHUT UP!" You're guys parents shoot you glares and you both quickly shut up. The death stare he gives you tells you all you need to know about how he feels... he doesn't like you.

Throughout the next month of living in the palace, Chuuya doesn't even acknowledge you. Maybe the occasional glare while eating dinner or passing by in the halls, but that's it. Until... One day his overbearing parents announce you two don't love eachother as much as you should, and they're sending you both on a couples vacation where you're sharing a bed in a hotel room! You both groan at the same time

"HEY! YOU CANT GROAN AT THE SAME TIME AS ME!" Chuuya yells at you

"I DID IT FIRST, YOURE THE ONE WHO COPIED ME!!" You defend. Chuuyas about to yell again when his parents intervene

"This is what we mean." His mom sighs "You two have to get along, if you're both gonna be king and queen, you at least have to have the ability to collaborate. The only reason you're sharing a bed is because your father is a sucker for enemies to lovers trope"

And so, they send you and the angry redhead end up in a hotel room.. together... You avoid eachother all day, until bedtime...

"Alright dumbass, there's only one bed, so you have to sleep on the floor." Chuuya collapses on the bed, exhausted from the day he's had.

"I'm, excuse me? Oh hell nah" you push him over, scooting in next to him on the Queen sized mattress. A vain pops out of his head

"There's not enough room for both of us!!"

"Yes there is!!" You hiss. He pushes you off the bed. After you get up, you lunge at him, using your body weight to throw the both of you off the bed, landing on top of him. You burst out laughing, and he gives a slight chuckle, though quickly hid behind the usual scowl. You fall onto his chest while laughing over the situation and adrenaline.

"Get off of me!" A faint blush covers his cheeks

"Ah, sorry." You're laughter dies down but the smile on your face unwavering as you climb onto the bed, relaxing and giggling. Chuuya finally gives in and rolls over you purposely. A small shriek escapes your lips as he does so, but then... He smashes his lips against yours... Well that was unexpected...

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#bsd x you #bsd #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #bsd fluff #forced marriage #Fantasy au BSD #Fantasy au bungou stray dogs #Fantasy au #nakahara chuuya #Prince Chuuya

[writingforstraykids]

Addicted to you - Chp.6

Pairing: Minchan (mention of ot8)

Word Count: 5015

Summary: Minho misinterprets a message of Chan and climbs his balcony despite his fear worried for him. Chan finally opens up to him about what's been worrying him. Another fight during dance practice makes Chan realize how much he's hurting Minho and he has his own way to fix things.

Warnings/Tags: angst (!), acrophobia, panic attack, lots of tears, fluff, smut, dom!chan, sub!minho, rough!chan

A/N: This one starts out a little dark but I promise it's not as bad as it seems at first😅 ~ Moon🌙

Chp. 5 | Chp. 7

Did something tear a hole, leave you in a wasteland? Did you feel it in your bones, like life slipped right through your hands? I won't let you down, I won't let you down I'll carry you I'll Carry You - Tommee Profitt, Stephen Stanley

Minho groaned softly and turned to his side, glancing at his phone to check the time. He was still unable to sleep due to his argument with Chan, and it started to piss him off. Should he go and check on him again? Apologize for saying he could deal with that shit on his own? He sighed and rolled his eyes at himself. That would only end in the same mess as before. 

A message popped up, and Minho frowned softly, seeing it was Chan. "What the hell does he want now?" he wondered, given the time. Minho turned on his back, sighing, and opened the message. "What?" he asked, seeing the very long text message. 

My dear Min, 

When you get this, I already did something you'll probably hate me for. I can't blame you because I'd feel the same way. I wish I didn't have to do this to all of you, leaving like that, but I see no other way anymore and… 

…

Nevertheless, I will always love you and am so proud of you. I know you'll do great and take great care of our kids. I hope you can forgive me one day.

In love until we meet again, Channie. 

Minho skipped from the beginning to the end, shooting up from his bed and throwing his phone aside. He rushed out of his room blindly running down the hallway until he reached Chan's room and loudly knocked. He didn't get an answer, and he knocked again, louder this time. "Chan, I swear I'll kick your ass if you don't let me in right now!" he snapped. Still, no answer. "Fuck, what do I do?" he asked himself, getting panicked. Without thinking much, he opened the door to Felix's room and woke the younger one up. 

"Min?" he asked sleepily and sat up, seeing how upset he looked. "What's wrong?" 

"Chan" was all he got out, and he felt tears burning in his eyes. 

"What did he do?" Felix asked worriedly and got up. 

"I think he's about to do something really stupid, but he won't let me inside to stop him," Minho whispered, and Felix's eyes widened as Minho told him about the message. Minho stepped onto Felix's balcony and saw that Chan's wasn't that far away. "I might know a way to reach him." 

"Minho, you're afraid of heights; you can't possibly think-." 

"Shut it, please," he told him, knowing he'd panic if Felix would continue. "Promise me not to tell anyone about this, I swear I'll be back with you as soon as I can." 

"Okay, knock twice if you need help, once if everything's okay," Felix told him and hugged him close. "Deep breaths, Minho." 

"What the fuck is going on?" Changbin suddenly appeared behind them with Jisung next to him. 

"Not now, guys," Minho told them sharply and took a deep breath. 

"Something's wrong with Chan," Felix simply said. 

"He has a door?" Jisung frowned. 

"No shit, smartass," Minho groaned. 

"He doesn't open," Felix explained. 

Minho needed a long moment to convince himself before climbing over the balustrade and standing at the edge of the balcony. His fear of heights kicked in full force, and he gripped the balustrade tightly. "Don't look down, don't look down," he told himself, reaching over to Chan's balcony with one hand. 

"Fuck, I can't watch that shit tell me when he's over there," Jisung said and stepped back into Felix's room. 

Once he got a grip on it, he carefully moved one leg over there and pulled himself onto the edge of Chan's balcony. Minho whimpered softly and barely found the strength in himself to hold on. "Channie hyung, please," he begged, a few tears running down his cheeks as he gasped for air. 

"Lix, baby?" Changbin asked softly. 

"I don't know, Binnie," he shook his head, his heart racing as Chan finally opened the door to his balcony.

“Minho, what the fuck?!” he snapped at him and rushed over, wrapping his arms around him tightly. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked and grunted as he lifted him up. “Help me out a little?”

Minho’s panic kicked in full force, and he gave himself a push, struggling over the balcony balustrade. Chan crashed down on the floor with him, moaning at the impact but still holding onto him. Minho’s jaw hit the floor, making him wince in pain; that would leave a bruise. He pushed himself off Chan and stumbled inside, gasping for air, trying to remind himself he was back on solid ground. Chan quickly followed him inside and slammed the door shut, wondering what was happening.

"And we're supposed to take it like that?" Changbin frowned. 

"Chan's clearly not feeling well at the moment; Min knows what he's doing," Felix said firmly. 

"Didn't look like it," Jisung spoke up. 

"They'll tell us if something bad's going on. Now, let Minho handle things with Channie. We should all get some sleep," Felix said and gently shoved them out of his room. He sat down on his bed, knowing he wouldn't sleep until Minho would've knocked…at least Chan seemed to be more or less okay.

"Minho, what the fuck?" Chan asked, shocked, and wrapped his arms around him from behind. Minho sobbed in fear and leaned into him, curling up a little. Chan got the message and hugged him very tightly, knowing the pressure would help him focus on something other than his panic. “Deep breaths, Min, you’re safe,” he told him, and Minho’s breathing started to get more even again. 

Minho turned in his arms and started punching his chest weakly. "You're damn right; I fucking hate you," he whimpered. "Why didn't you open the door?" 

"I wanted to be alone," Chan answered quietly, still not quite picking up on his emotional state or why he had been on his balcony. 

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock," Minho pressed out. "I had to climb on your balcony from Felix's." 

"You..what?" he asked shocked. "I thought you were scared of heights?" 

"This is me being scared of it, you fucking idiot," he snapped at him and pulled back. "But that message scared me more." 

"That…what?" He pulled his hands back from his arms, and guilt flooded his eyes.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" Minho asked through tears. "I've been asking you to open up for weeks, I thought you trusted me. I held you every damn night, Chan, I gave you a thousand chances to tell me what's wrong. And now a text message is all I get?" 

Chan's eyes filled with tears rapidly, and he hung his head low. "I can't do this anymore." 

"Do what exactly?" Minho asked firmly. 

"There are people during my live, beneath videos or pictures of me telling me all the things they hate about me, and I believe them. Some even told me to hurt myself or end my life," he told him. 

"And your solution is doing exactly that? Chan, you can't be serious," Minho tried, growing more gentle as his own fear slowly subsided. "What about your parents? What about your siblings? What am I supposed to tell them?" he asked, and Chan stared at him with wide eyes. "What about those six kids you took in and swore to protect? You'd hurt them all more than anything else with that shit. What…what about us? Do you think I'll play a happy team leader trying to pick up the pieces you leave behind? After losing you? Chan, I love you, for fucks sake." 

"Wait, what?" he asked in shock. "Oh my god, Min, I didn't want to…fucks sake," he whispered, and Minho stared at him utterly confused. Now, he finally got what drove Minho to climb onto his balcony in the middle of the night. "By leaving, I meant leaving the group." 

Minho blinked at him, confused, before realization hit his face. "Oh my fucking god, you scared the hell out of me." 

"I wouldn't…Min, come on," he said softly, and Minho's eyes filled with tears. 

"I didn't know, you've been feeling down for weeks now and…and I didn't know what to think of that," he admitted timidly. "You want to leave the group?" he asked shakily. 

"I'm not sure I can do this anymore," he told him. “It’s getting too much, and I feel like I can’t keep up.”

"But…but Channie, we need you," he whispered, a big tear rolling down his cheeks. "There's no stray kids without our leader." 

"They have you," he said weakly. 

"I'm the main dancer, Channie, not a leader," he shook his head. "I can only take over temporarily but not…I thought this was our dream."

Chan buried his face in his hands defeatedly and started sobbing. "Fuck, I'm so sorry, Min," he whimpered. 

Minho's heart broke seeing him like this. "Come here, please," he said softly and opened his arms for him. 

Chan climbed into his lap, hiding in his shirt as violent sobs shook his body. "I-I just feel like I'm fa-falling apart," he barely got out. 

Minho's hold on him tightened, and his heart started racing as the adrenaline left his body again. "I got you, Channie, I promise," he told him and started rocking him soothingly. "I'm here. You're safe with me." 

Chan broke down for good in his arms, unable to reply. He held onto him desperately as Minho whispered sweet nothings to him, trying to coax him out of the dark hole he was trapped in. 

Minho didn't know how long he was sitting there on the floor with Chan in his lap. He didn't know how long it would take Chan to calm down, but he didn't dare to rush him. He was mindlessly rubbing his back and playing with his hair as his hyung sobbed into his chest. All he could think of was what would’ve happened if he hadn’t been awake. Would Chan have simply disappeared on them, and they’d get the news from their management? Minho knew one thing for sure: he wasn't ready to let go of him yet, and neither seemed Chan. 

Chan very slowly calmed down again, staying in his arms, unable to look at him. His thoughts were racing and very slow and incoherent at the same time. He couldn't make sense of what he was about to do before anymore. How could he even consider leaving them all behind? "I'm sorry, Minho, that was really dumb," he spoke up, voice sounding raspy from crying. 

"You're damn right it was," Minho whispered, not trusting his voice. "You really scared me." 

Chan hugged him tight. "I should've talked to you," he said, and Minho hummed, agreeing. "I just felt like such a burden." 

Minho pulled back and cupped his face, making him look at him. "You're not a burden. Not to me, Chan." 

Chan smiled weakly at him and covered his hands with his own. "I promise I'll get better." 

Minho shook his head, tears brimming his eyes. "Chan, you need help." 

"I have you," he told him. 

Minho shook his head. "You need to talk to someone neutral about what’s bothering you. Please, at least think about it." 

"Okay," he said quietly, and they both knew he wouldn't. "Can you stay tonight?" he asked timidly. 

"Okay," Minho nodded and wrapped him back into his arms, unable to stop a tear from slipping down his cheek. "Don't you dare let go of me." 

"I won't," he promised and held him tight. 

-

A few days later, they were back at dance practice again. Minho was tired from staying up long with Chan over the past few nights as he had trouble sleeping. His mind was still racing because of that night, and he hadn't had the chance to talk to Felix properly about what happened. He had a short fuse, and his members quickly noticed that Minho had trouble staying patient during practice. 

They were practicing a jump, and Chan didn't properly hold Felix, causing the latter to stumble. Minho caught him in time and cut them off. "Chan, you have to hold him like this," Minho showed him. "Otherwise, he'll keep on slipping from your grip." 

Chan nodded quietly and patted Felix's back, apologizingly. They continued, and Chan messed up a few other steps, starting to get pissed off with himself and Minho's constant comments on it. As if he didn't know he was fucking up. 

"Channie, left then right, not the other way around," Minho told him for the fifth time, and Chan had enough. 

"Minho, outside, now," Chan suddenly snapped, and Minho blinked at him, surprised, before following him. 

Minho gently pulled the door closed behind them. "What's the issue? You don't like being told you're making a mistake in front of others?" he asked, irritated. "I can't help you with that, we're a group, and it's my job to tell you when one of you fucks up a dance, that's nothing personal." 

"Stop hovering, Minho, I can handle myself," Chan said firmly. 

"Yeah, right," Minho huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You fucked up, own it, and move on, Chan." 

"I didn't ask you to stop me from leaving that night, alright? Stop rubbing it in," he snapped at him, and Minho's face fell. 

"I wasn't even-," he tried; all he was talking about was him taking the wrong step. 

"Just shut up," Chan said angrily. 

The others anxiously glanced at them through the glass door. They didn't have to hear them to see that Minho was clearly hurt, and Chan seemed pissed. They all acted like they hadn't noticed anything when Chan stormed back in but couldn't help but glance at Minho, who stood still and stared into the distance for another moment before disappearing from their sight. 

Minho went to the closest bathroom and took a few deep breaths, rubbing his chest as a wave of panic crushed down on him. He forced himself to calm down enough to keep up the charade of feeling well. “He’s feeling shitty, that’s all. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he told himself quietly before going back.

As he came back in, they noticed he was fighting back tears but took his place as if nothing happened. "Alright, back from the beginning," he announced. Minho watched them through the mirror. "Lixie, be careful, or you'll knock out Hannie," he reminded him as they turned. "Hyunjin, you have to face the mirror when you turn," he told him and saw Chan stepping to the wrong side once more, ignoring it this time. "Changbin, Seungmin, stop messing around," he told them as he caught them dancing their own little dance in the back. Minho was starting to get exhausted, and he sighed softly as they approached the jump situation again, hoping Chan would do as he had told him. 

Felix started running, jumped up, and crashed down on the floor forcefully. Minho's eyes widened in shock. "Chan, for fucks sake!" he snapped at him and went to help Felix, carefully checking his neck and moving his head from side to side. 

"I thought I had him," Chan groaned. 

"You thought…Listen up, you may be the leader, but dancing is my area, alright? If I tell you the way you're holding him isn't safe, you don't continue doing the same shit again. If you can't handle someone else having authority, that's your issue. Now fuck off, all of you; this was it for today," Minho turned his attention back to Felix. "You're okay, Lix? Does something hurt?" he asked gently. 

"I'm a bit dizzy," Felix admitted and held his head. 

"Hannie, go get some water," Minho said, focusing back on his friend. "Anything else?" 

All of them, including Chan, slowly backed away from them, knowing that Minho was seriously pissed. As teasing as he was, they all got a little worried when he was actually mad for once. 

"I'm okay," Felix promised and thanked Jisung for the water bottle. Once he had left as well, Felix looked at him worriedly. "Are you okay? That looked quite intense." 

Minho shook his head gently. "He's an idiot sometimes. He completely misunderstood what I said and snapped at me for no reason." 

"Why would he snap? You just told him he got it wrong," Felix frowned. "And you were right as we just saw." 

"He…I really shouldn't talk about this," he shook his head, and shivers ran down his spine thinking of that night. 

"Minho, what happened that night?" he asked worriedly as he saw his eyes brim with tears. "We never got to talk about it after." 

"I promised him not to tell anyone," he shook his head and swallowed hard. "But it's fucked up, Felix, he needs help, but he's too stubborn, and-," Minho's voice broke, and he quickly closed his mouth again. “It’s not what I thought reading that message,” he said, and Felix’s expression got flooded with relief. “But he’s not okay, he’s feeling a lot of shit right now, and I don’t know how to fix this,” he whispered.

Felix's face softened. "Listen, I'm there if you ever feel like talking about it. I won't tell him a word, I promise." 

Minho gently took his hand and squeezed it. "I know," he smiled bravely and inhaled shakily. "Give me a moment, okay? I'll be on time for dinner." 

Felix nodded and got up, quietly pulling the glass door closed. He looked back and knew he had to talk to Chan. Minho was still crouched down on the floor, his face buried in his hand as his body shook due to him silently crying. He walked upstairs, and luckily, Chan was about to enter his room, stopping as he saw him. 

"Felix, mate, I'm so sorry, are you alright?" he asked worriedly and pulled him into a hug.

Felix patted his back. "Accidents happen…but you should talk to Min," he said, and Chan didn't need any more words to see he was serious. "Whatever it is, he didn't mean it the way you took it." 

Chan groaned softly before making his way back downstairs. He froze in front of the door at the sight of him, and his stomach turned with guilt. Chan quietly opened the door and walked over to him, crouching down behind him and wrapping his arms around him. Minho flinched heavily and quickly wiped his cheeks. "Shh, it's just me," he said softly, and Minho stopped trying to hide that he was upset. 

"I was talking about your way of holding Felix, nothing else. I would never rub it in your face like that or try to gain something just because I was there that night to stop you," Minho explained through tears. 

"I'm sorry, I've been a complete asshole," he said quietly and hugged him to his chest. "I know you didn't." 

"Do you even care how that looked like for the others? Taking me outside for a talk like we're in some fucked up office, and I'm about to get fired," he told him and sniffled softly. "I get it, you were trying to protect yourself, but you made me look like shit with that. That's not okay, Chan." 

Chan hummed, agreeing, and gently rocked them from side to side. "I should've thought it through. I'm sorry. I'm just anxious they'll find out..they probably won't take it as well as you do." 

"They - Chan, this is me taking it well. You think you acting off makes me doubt myself like that?" he asked. "I'm trying to deal with the fact that we could've lost our leader three days ago. I feel like everything I do or say could be the wrong thing." 

"Please don't," he said lowly and squeezed him. "You're right, I'm acting off and working on it, I promise. This has nothing to do with you; it's on me." 

Minho sighed softly and shook his head. "You can't hide it from them forever, Chan. They're not stupid…Half of them know something was wrong anyway." 

"I know," he said and intertwined their hands. "Just not now." 

He looked down at their hands and bit his lower lip. "Will we ever tell them about us?" 

"There's no rush, right?" Chan asked. 

Minho swallowed and bit back a heavy sigh. Almost nine months later, he still thought he was rushing. "Of course not…Channie, you really have to hold onto Felix differently. He'll have a concussion until we're done with this." 

"I know, I was pissed, so I wasn't thinking straight," he told him. 

"Are you ever?" he gave back, holding up their intertwined hands. 

"Not since I met you, no," Chan admitted, and Minho turned around, letting go of his hands and sitting down. Chan did as well, their legs entangled as they faced each other. "I promise I'll tell them one day."

Minho nodded and searched his eyes. "You better." 

-

Jisung made his way back to the practice room to get Chan and Minho for dinner but stopped in his tracks, seeing them. Minho was straddling Chan's lap, hand tangled in his curls as the older one kissed his neck. Minho's head fell back, lips parting as Chan's grip made him grind down. Jisung's jaw dropped, and he quickly turned away, making his way back to the others. So that was part of what was going on. "Felix!" he whispered as soon as he saw him. "Are they-?" 

"Shh, Hannie," Felix quickly hushed him. 

“Since when are those two a thing?” he whispered.

“Not here, I’ll tell you later,” he said, and they took their place at the table.

-

Minho moaned needily and looked toward the door. "Channie, love, we can't -," a groan cut him off as Chan's hand slipped into his sweatpants and squeezed his ass, making him grind down even more. "Chan."

Chan went back to kissing his lips. "Go lock the door. I'll take care of the rest," he panted softly against his lips. He was already hard himself, and they couldn't sneak upstairs since the others were probably eating dinner or making their way downstairs. 

Minho laughed but did as he said, getting the keys and locking the door. He helped Chan close the curtains and watched him turn off most of the lights. 

Chan pulled him back into a passionate kiss and started taking off his shirt. Minho followed his example and chased his lips as they both struggled with their trousers, stumbling a little. Their underwear followed, and Minho was back on his lap before he knew it, kissing him heavily. 

Chan's skin pressed against his made it even better. "Please tell me you brought some condoms and lube," he said between kisses. 

"I always do since we started this," Chan answered, reaching for his jacket on the floor. 

"Always so eager," Minho giggled and lovingly rolled his eyes at him. He took the lube from him and spread some on his fingers, reaching back to open himself up. His lips parted with a gasp as he carefully pushed in the first finger. 

Chan braced him as Minho soon pushed in the next finger, taking in his expression. "You're so pretty," he told him, and Minho moaned in response. "Want some help?" he offered, and Minho let him replace his fingers with his own. 

He moaned softly as Chan's fingers pushed into him, opening him up with practiced movements. Minho melted against him with a beautiful whine when his fingertips brushed over his prostate. Minho's body shook with waves of intense pleasure as Chan massaged his prostate and could only weakly moan and whimper. "Channie - stop," he gasped. "I'm gonna-."

"Just a little more, you sound so pretty," Chan told him and lovingly kissed him. 

Minho's eyes rolled back, and he could tell he was close. "Channie, love, please," he begged. 

Chan giggled softly before pulling his fingers out and kissing him calmingly. 

-

"Where the hell are Chan and Minho hyung?" Changbin asked after a while, getting irritated about them being late. 

"I don't think they're in the mood for dinner," Seungmin answered, rolling his eyes. 

"Chan has been on the edge for weeks now, and Minho gets a load of it right in his face," Jeongin added. 

"Like, why would he snap at him? He literally told him that he was making a mistake like everyone else," Hyunjin frowned. 

"Have you seen how tired Minho hyung looked today?" Jeongin asked and played with his glass. "Something's off." 

"You think they had a fight?" Seungmin asked. "They were sneaking around and looked so happy just a few weeks ago." 

"They almost seemed like a couple," Changbin nodded. 

Felix exchanged a look with Jisung. "Uh, should we just start without them?" 

"Yeah, the food will get cold," Jisung quickly agreed, and the rest gave in. 

-

Minho met his reflection in the mirrors at the ceiling and couldn't help but moan at the sight of them. The way Chan's body moved on top of his, thrusting into him steadily. Minho had one hand buried in his hair, the other one resting between his shoulders. Chan was going a little rougher than usual, and it drove him insane. Minho was sure the grip he had on his thigh would leave bruises, but somehow, he didn't mind. All he could do was moan as his dick massaged his walls perfectly, and once Chan hit his prostate, he arched up against him. Chan wrapped his arm around his waist, keeping him up like that and thrusting into him deep and hard. Minho's eyes rolled back, and his nails buried in his back. His mouth dropped open with a string of curses and beautiful whiny moans as Chan kept going at that pace. Chan's lips attacked his neck once more, and Minho felt so overwhelmed he came on the spot. 

He barely had time to recover as Chan kept going, chasing his own relief. Minho whimpered weakly at the overstimulation and pulled at Chan's hair harshly. "Chan, slo-." A surprised gasp left his lips as Chan hit his prostate once again. And again, and again. Minho's body shook with waves of pleasure as he gripped him tightly. He didn't even notice Chan reaching his high as he came a second time. Minho panted softly and groaned in protest as Chan pulled out. 

Chan looked down at him, gently wiping a tear off his cheek. "You're okay?" he asked. 

"Yeah," he nodded before squinting his eyes at him, trying to ignore the fact Chan had just made him cry from overstimulation. "What was that?" 

"That was me letting off steam," he confessed and searched Minho's eyes. 

"Huh," he nodded. "A warning would've been nice." 

"A warning?" Chan asked and dropped down on the floor next to him. 

"Hey baby, just so you know, I'm still pissed at you, so I'll go a little rough now. Have fun," Minho said, mocking Chan's typical hand gestures with ease. 

Chan giggled softly and took his hand. "I'm not pissed at you, though." 

Minho turned his head to him and smiled as Chan brushed his hair out of his forehead for him. "The sex was that good?" he teased. 

"I…Min," he whined, and Minho started laughing. 

"I'm just teasing you, relax," he grinned. 

"We should probably join them for dinner," he sighed. 

"If I'm able to walk, sure thing," Minho nodded. "If they ask, I'll tell them you beat me up for embarrassing their leader in front of everyone." 

"Minho!" Chan protested. 

Minho giggled softly before pulling him into a kiss. "I'm joking. Next time you want to go rough, just tell me." 

"Mhm, okay," he mumbled against his lips. 

"Maybe I can show you the dance steps in private again?" he offered, and Chan's face softened. 

"I think I could use that," he nodded. "My brain's a little slow at the moment." 

"Which is fine; it happens, love," he assured him before pushing himself up. "Come on." 

-

Felix looked up as they strolled in later, wearing fresh clothes. Minho was wearing his glasses now, looking even more tired than before. Chan walked in first, holding Minho's hand, who was a step behind him and led him to the table. All eyes were on them as they sat down next to each other, and Chan poured Minho something to drink. "Will you stop staring, or should we charge some money?" 

"Are you two alright?" Seungmin asked, frowning. 

"Of course, we are," Chan told them and poured himself a drink before filling Minho's plate. 

"Well, it sure didn't look like it today…or three days ago. Or-" 

"Got it, Seungmin," Chan snorted. 

"Whatever it is, it's killing the team spirit," Jeongin pointed out, and Chan froze in his movement. 

Minho gently placed his hand on his thigh beneath the table. "Arguments happen, especially since there are eight of us. You're just not used to Chan hyung and me fighting." 

"We're not used to Chan hyung looking depressed for two weeks straight, and you look like you'll pass out soon because you're sleep-deprived," Hyunjin told them. 

"Also, you never fight," Jeongin frowned. 

Chan shifted in his seat a little. "I've been having two shit weeks, okay? Minho tried to be there for me, but I pushed him away repeatedly, which is why things were a little tense." 

"What do you mean you had two shit weeks?" Changbin squinted his eyes at him. 

"Sometimes everything gets a little too much; we've all felt down because of that before. Now stop bugging and eat," Minho spoke up, and Seungmin started to protest but quickly closed his mouth as Minho raised his eyebrows at him. 

“Where’s that bruise from?” Jeongin asked suspiciously, pointing at Minho’s jaw. He was the first one to address it.

“I tripped on the balcony,” he said. Jisung, Changbin, and Felix exchanged a short look while Chan kept his eyes on his plate.

“I thought you hated being on your balcony because of the height?” he frowned.

“Just eat, for fucks sake,” Minho cut him off.

"Okay, mum," Jeongin rolled his eyes but started eating. 

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Alright, I can't really elaborate on my girlfriend, Beth, without elaborating on my life in general, and the event that led to my homelessness. so here goes:

Beth used to be one of my friends waay back when I was like 15-16, but I realized she was literally the fucking snobbish rich kid stereotype, so we got distant and eventually just stopped talking.

I just kinda hung out with my other friends, and did school shit for a while.

...

About a month or two after I turned 19. my dad came home, super pissed off about something, I don't remember. He apparently didn't like mom trying to calm him down, got Even more pissed somehow. He went to his bedroom, eventually, he came back out, I barely even registered the fact he was holding a shotgun.

You know what he did.

After, I ran to my room, broke the window, jumped out, and fucking booked it.

I had nowhere to go for who knows how long.

I just kinda existed.

Eventually, after what felt like centuries of fighting for my fucking life, I saw someone familiar.

A lanky calico with well kept fur and brown eyes. It was Beth.

I said hey, she said something, that I very much didn't expect.

She fucking, asked if I was okay

And the entire story spilled out my mouth.

She told me I could stay at her place.

And it turns out, she went on a self improvement journey or some shit, and she's... Not an asshole anymore! Lol. And nearly fucking telepathic with how well she knows how to read people.

We got close, I loved to just hear her talk on and on about something she loved, I loved just hearing her talk about some random things that nobody should find interesting... And I loved her dorky ass too.

And that's the story of how I almost died, And also the story of how I met Beth.

Honestly, if I were you, I would go back to where it happened. Hell, you wouldn't even have to leave your van, just do a driveby of the place, and hit the bricks if some bad shit happens.

- Stace T.

the first chapter of "Casey's Mixtape - Bound For Glory" will be added to this post. Asks specifically for Casey will be unanswered while I write this fanfic. Feel free to ask ooc questions though!

Please, don't expect Shakespeare here...this is my first fanfic. Crit appreciated! Fic below the cut!

Chapter One: "I Can Only Run for So Long - Kitsune"

There's a loud slam on the pavement as Casey Hartley hits the ground, disconnecting the feed to his Tumblr blog due to his phones sudden slam. It scrapes his paws, his knees...

And whatever's left of his pride, as well. All of his followers just got to witness him freak out LIVE, over something so small and harmless! She meant WELL, Casey! And you freaked out like a damn...some kind of...ugh...

He picks up his phone, finding a nice crack in the glass...which just sets him off more

"FUCK- GODDAMNIT!" He yells in a rage, kicking his van door shut with his paw, slamming it with a 'thunk'

He lays back down, covering his face with his hands, facing up at the sky. He groans loudly, his tail bristled.

"...it's...it's not real..." Casey whimpers to himself "...you're in Ohio, remember...?"

And then, he sits up quick, instinctively reaching for his belt in a haze...just to find...nothing there! Just like he said! That...fucking THING...it wasn't real!

And honestly? He wishes it was real, just this once...cause it'd give him, in his mind, something better to cry about.

"Fu-u-uck!" He cries to himself as he flops back down, defeated as usual.

He slowly turns his head upwards to look at the stars above. A vast, deep, black sky with white dots peppering it, like spilled salt on a countertop.

The air is cool, crisp, and clean...a owl hoots off in the distance. then the silence, deafening silence. Maybe a car passing by every so often, but mostly...

Quiet.

He's not sure what to do now. What's the decision to even make? Where is he going?

Sometimes, he even forgets where he is. After a while, every highway looks the same, blending into a blur of black, white, and fluorescent yellow. Moving fast, curving and swirling and moving...like a snake dragging him into eternity.

But he mainly feels...defeated. Like he's hit rock bottom again. No, more like he hit rock bottom and then kept digging.

He looks to the still open door of his van. His sanctuary. Home on the road. A...roam?

Roaming, it's what he's been doing for so long. Driving, eating, sleeping, interesting, and then all again tomorrow, like a snake eating it's tail and spinning in a circle. What's that called...a ouroboros! He thought about getting a tattoo of it once.

He's eating his own tail as we speak. He'll get up and keep driving. Eventually he always does. He's a stubborn ass.

The night continues on. Time will pass, and more trains will come and go. The owl hoots, the crickets chirp. The grass sways, the wind blows.

Casey crawls back to his van, climbing in the main living space, sitting on the dirty floor, littered with monster energy cans and...well, lots of soup cans. Geez, he's let himself go.

His voice cracks and wavers as he speaks, cutting through the quiet like a knife

"I...I give up" Casey wavers to himself, as he slowly inches towards the driver's seat

Casey sits in the driver's seat, the worn fake leather welcoming his form like a warm hug, and he starts the van. He's going back 'home', if it's still there. 

The van slowly rumbles to life, the engine humming beneath him like a purring cat. A quick glance at the clock on the dashboard--2:22 am. It really is late, isn't it? But it doesn't matter. He needs to drive. Go, Casey, go! Do what you're best at!

The van keeps going, the engine humming and the heat kicking in at the flick of a switch. Eventually, the old, cracked, pot-hole infested main road ends, and he finds himself back on the freeway. The stars above, the trees passing by...the silence is almost deafening.

God, the highway...highway 56? 64? Where is Casey Hartley? At this point, even he doesn't know anymore. The numbers on the exits pass by. There's the faint feeling of familiarity, but it's been six months, hasn't it? Has anything changed much? Probably not, right?

A road sign catches his eyes. The I-76. Ohio to Pennsylvania. He was this close to home already? Wasn't he just in Indiana? Wasn't he in Kentucky?? Wasn't he in Tennessee???

The actual 'radio' hasn't worked in a while, and he's too tired to plug in his phone to blast any kind of tune to wake himself up. Death Grips normally wakes him up by now...but...he can't bring himself...

There's a heavy rumble that stirs him awake. Rumble strips! Don't drive off the freeway, Casey! Are you fucking crazy?!

He jerks awake, staring at the road, and gripping a energy drink in his shaking paw and chugging it to stay awake. The artificial taste, which used to be fun and inviting, is now dull to his fried tastebuds.

He's almost back in Pennsylvania, and back to the town that's called home. But is it really home? Has it been the whole time he's been away, or has it become a foreign place? He guesses he'll just sees when he gets there.

The van dings softly. It needs gas. He needs to 'feed his baby' as he so loving calls his humble van. His baby. And babies need food!

And so, he finds a stop after pulling onto a exit ramp, dragging his little baby to a 24-hour Pilot gas station.

There are some lights, some people here and there, a sign about fresh snacks inside, and a small, gas station looking building where an attendant waits. She's a pretty Calico cat. Her name is Beth, as shown on her name-tag.

The attendant is a little tired. But they have a warm smile for him. They even said hello as he pumped some too-expensive gas into the van, letting it run for a bit first before setting the nozzle aside. He finishes, gets back, pays for gas, and decides to peruse the gas station's wares before he moves on.

"Aw shit...they got a Subway?" Casey says to himself. He actually loves subway sandwiches. He has cash to spare, and his stomach roars like a tiger. Yeah, it's dinner time!

He strolls forwards, entering the Subway quickly. The walls are beige, with the all too familiar smell of fresh bread, and the old, mid-2010's art on the walls, the dining benches...

But it's time for the main event, as he walks up to the sandwich making station. There's a short, black cat standing at the counter, and she's prepared for anything Casey throws at her, figuratively and literally, considering customer service work

But, no, Casey is ever so polite. He orders a All-American Club. Hold the tomatoes and most of the sauces...keeping the lettuce and adding extra Parmesan cheese to the order. He also picks up one of those "Sidekicks", specifically the footlong pretzel. Boy's gotta eat!

And, well...he gets a blue raspberry slushee too. That'll wake him up good, mixed with the caffeine in his system.

He pays for his order, his voice softer than usual due to his sleepiness, and he can almost swear the black cat does a double-take when she looks at him, but she doesn't say anything, at least until he gets outside and she scurries up to the kind Beth at the counter.

She probably mistook him for someone else, right?

But no more wondering, he needs to eat. He skitters back to his van, and hops back in the cab, setting up his laptop for a YouTube and Subway session.

He's gonna hate having crumbs everywhere, but...fuck it, it's his van.

He settles in, watching a video of some TF2 gameplay. Deep down, he's still a gamer. He remembers being a Scout main. God, when him and Gregg would play together, it was a troll-fest.

But now he watches Medic gameplay, mainly. Casey likes his voice lines...and design...

Well, nevermind all of that. He's gonna Eat Something.

He props up one of the flip-up doors under his bed that hold his clothes and other things, and is able to use it as a tiny table to place his bounty on. He places it down and unwraps the sandwich first. Now this is some peak home decor. 

Oooh, god, it smells really fucking good. The sandwich...tasty, with the bread and the cheese and the meat and the bacon! Oh, this is a great night.

And the Medic has a wonderful accent. It's soothing, in a way. Almost comforting.

The sandwich is a tasty one, as Casey chews through it like he hasn't ate for days...which may or may not be true. And it's a satisfying size, making eating it a joy, instead of a chore. Casey's got good taste in food, too. Casey is a bit messy, but he's doing just fine...his van, his rules.

It's Casey's mess, his rules. As long as he's comfortable, that's what matters, right? There's nobody around to judge him here, so there's not much that he should worry about. Just good food, good drink, good entertainment.

But after he finishes up his sandwich, and his pretzel, and his smoothie, ends his night with just scrolling around on Pinterest and boogieing out to music.

The more Casey looks, the more he finds, and the more he scrolls through, and...oh dear. Well, he should go to sleep soon, shouldn't he? It's like...2 am...The more Casey looks, the more he finds, and the more he scrolls through, and...oh dear. Well, he should go to sleep soon, shouldn't he? It's like...2 am...

Casey pushes the laptop off of himself, making it land softly on a cushion to charge for tomorrow. Sleep would be lovely right now, and he's got the perfect set up for it.

And slowly, Casey drifts off to sleep, snuggling into his pillow and probably thinking many things to himself.

Sadly, his dreams are never peaceful...Never.

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[zaceouiswriting]

A welcome stranger P.2

Character: Theo Raeken x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Teen Wolf

Warnings: Nothing major.

When you opened your front door, your other two dogs jumped at you. Surprised by their strange behavior, you almost stumbled back if the stranger hadn't been there. With just one of his hands pressed against your back, he saved you from embarrassing yourself.

But the feel of his strong large hand, with his fingertips digging into your flesh, made you hot and unsettled. Suddenly, your pants widened rapidly, thinking what else he could do with one of those domineering hands.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your two dogs aggressively approached, whimpering loudly, almost as if apologizing.

Wondering what was happening, you turned slightly towards the stranger. His face was plunged in darkness: eyes sharpened, warningly set on your dogs. Subtly you looked back and forth between the man and your dogs. Eventually, you realized her eyes were on him the whole time.

You knew something strange was happening, yet you chose to ignore it. Instead, you whistled to get everyone's attention back on you. "Guys, get out of the way!" you commanded, and both dogs immediately scurried away. 

Turning back to apologize to the stranger, he too was some distance from you now. Stunned, they stared at him for a moment too long before realization seemed to hit him. "You..." he sighed heavily, "You didn't mean me. Just the dogs,” he sighed even more heavily, cheeks flushed with shame.

You broke into a fit of laughter, seeing this big, muscular guy that could easily punch you down, embarrassingly looking to the floor and scratching his neck nervously. „Men are not that much different from dogs.“ But you began to laugh again when his eyes suddenly jumped, big like a puppy's.

You silenced your giggles, finally stepping in and holding the door open for him. He understood the invitation immediately. But was reluctant to accept.

He went in carefully, one step at a time. As soon as he walked through the door, you slammed it shut, making him jump. "I finally got you in!" you told him with a satisfied grimace, exaggerating by petting your dog in your arms like a supervillain.

At first, he was shocked, even scared. But as he looked at you longer, he must have seen the mischievous twinkle in your eyes. His shoulders slumped in a relaxed manner. "Very funny!" he exclaimed rather unamused. "Making fun of a guy who's worried."

You smiled at the guy you knew was on the verge of having a nervous breakdown, stepped in front of him, and showed him around. "The house looks even bigger from the inside!" His voice was hoarse, impressed by your home.

But you could only roll your eyes at his comment. "Let me guess, since it's a house on a ranch, it's supposed to be small and old, right?"

Shocked that his comment was seen through, he looked away again, embarrassed. "Something like that," he murmured almost too softly to hear.

"The house is almost two years old. I destroyed the old one to build a modern and bigger house when I decided to move here.“

The stranger was silent for the rest of the house tour, most likely because he had already embarrassed himself enough. "And this will be your room. The shower is through the door on the right.” As you turn around, you look him up and down. His clothes had been worn out for a while, shoes with holes in them. "Do you have any other clothes?"

Cheeks flushed, he turned his head away slightly so you immediately understood. "Okay. Then please put everything in a pile when undressing. When you're in the shower, I'll get your clothes and wash them.” Before the stranger could say anything, you left him alone.

As soon as you were out of his sight, you crashed into the wall, clutching your heart that was about to burst out of your chest. At least your southern territory had finally settled down.

"This guy is going to kill me!" you mumbled, pissed off at your sudden body reactions.

It took you a moment to recover from that. But your thoughts were still with this guy, his massive statue, calm aura, and character that you can't really pinpoint. He seems to be a riddle for you to solve!

Slowly walk down the stairs to begin breakfast preparations. Rummage through your fridge. "I hope he doesn't care what I serve him," you thought.

Bacon sizzling in the pan. Along with the finished waffles, pancakes, and fruit in smoothie form or cut into little pieces. While making food, my mind wandered back to him, who was now in the shower. Imagine his gorgeous body, naked and wet, with drops of water running down his... "Fuck!" You cursed loudly, causing your poor dogs to jump in fear.

Running out of the kitchen, hoping it wouldn't burst into flames. You ran up the stairs. Luckily you could still hear the shower running. With a relieved breath, you cautiously opened the guest room door. Thankfully the stranger was not naked in the room but already in the bathroom. So you walked over to the bed where you could see the nasty-looking clothes. You were left wondering how long this guy lived out of his car. Gathering his clothes in your arms, you caught the same strange, comforting smell. This time, however, you didn't let yourself fall into its embrace. 

Turning around, you could see the bathroom door barely open, just a crack. You fought the urge to look; you really did. But you couldn't win against it.

Sliding a little closer, you could see through the slit. He even left the shower door open! It's like he's begging for someone to look!

Just like you thought his body was beautiful. His muscles had muscles, upper arms big enough to crush your head if he wanted to, and thick thighs.

His back was towards you, showing off his perfectly cut bubble butt, but you cared more about his front. You wanted to wait until he turned around. But when that thought entered your head, disgust crept up in you. Realizing how wrong what you are doing is, you quickly rushed from there, cursing yourself in your mind to let your urges win.

You keep humiliating yourself after you put his clothes in the washing machine. Once you started it, you stood in front of the machine and just watched the clothes move inside it. When you could pull yourself off the machine, you could smell something strange... "Shit, something's burning!" Your eyes widened in absolute horror. Dashing down, almost skipping the entire staircase.

Your dogs startle, especially Rocky, who had his paws on your other two dogs. Before you could give him a snack, you had to save your breakfast. When you got to the pan, though, to your surprise, the burning smell was only coming from a small piece of bacon, the rest was perfect when you turned it over.

You sighed with relief that your effort wasn't in vain. Happy everything was in order, you reached, even needing to stretch your body to get to the farthest corner of your cupboard, and pulled out a small bag of Rocky's favorite snacks. Before you could even pull one out, the good boy was already at your side. "Of course, you don't listen to me. But you listen to your snackos. Sometimes I think you only love me because of them!” You played your part melodramatically. But your dog was only looking at you from a slight angle.

You looked down at him with an unsatisfied half-smile. He patiently waits at your feet, sitting on his butt and breathing heavily with his tongue out. You threw his snack up in the air, shaking your head. Instead of jumping after it, he waited and only moved his head when it came down again. He chewed happily on his snacko.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard wet footsteps. When I looked up again, I saw him: the stranger. His torso was bare, drops of water rolling down it. Just like you thought his chest was chiseled, just like his perfect abs. With a towel around his shoulders, which he used to dry the left side of his hair, and another around his waist.

"Ahmm..." he began, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, "do you happen to have anything that would fit me?"

It took a moment for the gears in your head to turn. But when they did, your eyes had already given you away. He stared at the prominent bulge under his towel. He wasn't aware of your stare, still embarrassed by his own question. "Uh, probably. But you need to take care of the food. Just make sure it doesn't burn, okay?" Quickly pushing past him, you ran back upstairs and almost flew into your bedroom across the hall.

Rummaging through your drawers, you finally found some things that might be able to contain his massive body.

With the few pieces of clothing in your arms, you went back down again. The stranger sat down on a bar stool, the pan off the stove, and everything turned off.

"I hope one of them will fit you."

When he turned around, he looked surprised at the clothes in your hand. "Are you a fan of this band?"

"Yeah, man, they make great music!" you exclaimed excitedly. 

"Me too! When I drive for a long time, their songs are the only ones that allow me to still concentrate on the road."

"Well. Then this is the perfect shirt for you!"

Smiling from ear to ear, he grabbed the clothes and quickly ran upstairs, only to come down a moment later. "It's okay if I change in the room you showed me, right?"

Stunned, you looked at him, standing on the last step, where he shifted nervously on his feet. "Of course!" Smiling again, he jumped upstairs.

Wondering why he's so... weird, you prepared your breakfast. But you put more food on his plate, placed both on the dining table, and waited patiently for him. All three of your dogs lie around your chair. 

Rocky looked up slightly when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. A moment later, you followed his gaze. "These clothes fit perfectly!" the beaming stranger told you.

"Well, I don't have many shirts in that size." Now it was your turn to feel a little embarrassed. "This is actually one of my sleep shirts because it's too big for me."

For a second, he looked horrified. "I can take it off if you want!" You'd love that, considering how perfect his body is.

But you refused: “No. Don't worry. I have others."

"When my clothes are ready, I wear them again. I'll be out of your hair shortly after that anyway.” He said carelessly as he sat down.

You could only stare at him in shock. "You really think I'm going to throw you out?" He had just eaten a bite from his pancake before he stopped.

Searching your eyes, he put his utensils down again. "Yes?" he asked, confused. "I mean... you don't know me, and I don't know you."

"(Y/N), nice to meet you?"

Even more shocked, his mouth fell open, but oddly enough, he caught himself relatively quickly. "Theo. My name is Theo." He smiled softly.

"Theo? The short form of Theodore?"

"Only Theo." Anger flashed in his eyes for a split second as he mentioned what was most likely his full name.

"Okay, Theodore. Why do you live out of your car? You don't have to tell me, it doesn't matter, but I'm still curious."

You could see he wasn't comfortable with the subject, but it was already being said out loud, so there was no running away. It wouldn't feel right to change it now, either.

He played with his food a little, and finally, you broke the awkward silence again. "If you want, you can stay here for a while. I could use some help with the animals.”

"Could I stay here?" His eyes sparkled a little, although he still looked unsure of you.

“Normally, I would hire farmhands, but if I had someone else to help me, there would be no need. Of course, I would pay and let you live here for free.”

His mood grew somber again. This time, however, he spoke up: "I-I don't think I-I'm qualified."

“Why would you say that?“

"I didn't graduate from high school," he murmured, even more embarrassed.

You nodded your head and bit into a piece of bacon. "I will tutor you. You only have to do your senior year, right?” He nods, irritated. "So you're eighteen? Nineteen?"

"Eighteen, since two months ago."

You nod again, cut a piece of pancake, and put it in your mouth. "Great. If you want, I can call the principal of the high school in town on Monday to register you and ensure you only need ti to sit in school for your exams."

"What? But what about going to school, extracurricular activities, and so on?"

You could only grin to yourself when you heard Theo talk like that. Even though he doesn't seem to have had a home for a while and may not even have parents anymore, he still acts like a teenager. "I promise you that you won't need multiple teachers with me. And you can still pursue extracurricular activities as long as they don't interfere with your work on the ranch.”

After that, it was quiet between you two for a while. Both of you eat, or you eat, and Theo devours his food.

Almost as soon as his plate was empty, he sat back, one hand on his full belly. "What's the catch?"

“There is no catch. I only want to help.” He obviously didn't believe your words, but you didn't care. "You can leave if you want."

You pointed to your front door. Only his gaze wandered to it, but his body language told you he wasn't going.

"Good. Tomorrow morning at five o'clock, you stay bright and early at the front door!"

You took the last bite, gathered all the dishes, and brought them to the kitchen. "And what should I do now?" You heard Theo ask uncertainly.

"Go to bed. You look tired. I'll wake you up for lunch and dinner." You told him just as you were putting on your leather boots and calling all three of your dogs to you. "I'll be outside if you need me !“

You left Theo alone in your house, which shocked him greatly. Despite being nervous, he still made his way back upstairs, falling onto the bed that was more comfortable than his own way back when he still had a bed. It wasn't long before sleep overcame him. You were right; he was terribly tired.

[Part 1]

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Villain Roommate |Chapter Twelve|

You didn't see Dabi for a while after that night. You figured he might have just stopped coming back all together. You'd hope at least. His absence finally gave you some time to think. To consider your options. You considered moving to a different city, hell maybe even to a different country after what happened with you and the League. You wouldn't be involved with any of them anymore after that. But that would be costly, and you just couldn't afford the move right now.

You also considered telling Dabi to quit showing up, you'd risk getting burnt if it meant you wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. He was part of the League. He was no good, he was never any good from the very start. You hated the fact you were giving him any kind of aid. You had to lie for him, which only confused you more. Why did Dabi want you to lie like that? And Shigaraki knew you were the reason Dabi wasn't around to do whatever evil shit they do. If that kept up, he'd kill you.

No, you weren't the reason. If Dabi didn't show up to the League, that was his own fault. But now he's gotten you involved. And that really rubbed you the wrong way, to say you were pissed would be an understatement.

You were laying in your bed that night thinking about it over and over. Just what you do, or what you would do if you could. You wouldn't be here for starters, you'd be somewhere far far away from all of this shit. Away from Dabi, away from the League, away from your overbearing father, your boring ass job, everything.

Bam!

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise from your living room. You didn't have much a reaction to it, knowing it was Dabi. You close your eyes and tried to drift off to sleep, when all of a sudden, your bedroom door opened. You sat up, Dabi was standing in the entrance. "Um, what are you doing?" You ask. Dabi stumbled a bit as he approached your bed. Was hurt again? With an annoyed sigh you went to uncover yourself to help him. But suddenly, Dabi took off his shirt before he flopped down on your bed next to you.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing!?"

"Shut up, you're loud." Dabi slurred. He breath smelled of alcohol, he had been drinking. That's a new one. He's never shown up drunk before. He pulled the covers over himself and began to drift off to sleep. Hell no. There is no way, you're sharing a bed with a villain. "Get out, go sleep on the couch." You say, shaking him back awake. "No. It's more comfortable here." He said turning away from you.

You were way too tired to be dealing with him right now. And you sure as hell weren't going to give up your bed to him. You groaned and scoot as far away from him as possible. "You had better not touch me or I swear, I'll kick your ass so hard it'll make your head spin." Dabi answered you with a gentle snore. You rolled your eyes and tried your best to go to sleep too.

You awoke with a small yawn, eyes squinting as the sunlight peeked through your window, softly onto your face. You felt unusually warm this morning, maybe it was going to be a hot day. You went to move some of the covers off of you, when your hand grazed against something. You opened your eyes to see Dabi, he was holding you in his arms. Your face turned a bright shade of red, heart rapidly beating with panic.

'Calm down. Just. Calm. Down.' You thought as you take a few breaths. 'No need to panic, just, remove yourself from this...situation.' You tried to do exactly that, but every time your slightly squirmed, Dabi would groan in annoyance and pull you closer. 'This isn't working.' You thought with a frown. 'What am I going to do? He'll wake up soon and when he sees me like this...oh god. I don't even want to think about what he might do to me.'

Dabi groaned once again, his eyes slowly opening.

'Goodbye world.' You internally cry.

Dabi yawned loudly, he blinked once, then twice before realizing what was going on. A cocky grin found it's way onto his face. "Well, what do we have here?"

You open your mouth to say something, but couldn't find the words. Dabi shook his head. "Just can't keep yourself off of me, can you?" That was it. You raised your hand and smacked his forehead before pulling yourself out of his arms. "The fuck was that?" Dabi asked, rubbing his head. "That was for being an ass! An ass who thinks everyone is attracted to him!"

"I never said everyone was, just you." He smirked. "You're the one who was all touchy with me!" You threw a pillow at his face. "And I told you last night, I'd kick your ass if you touched me!"

Dabi moved the pillow away from his face. "Yeah right, like I believe that. I'm not cuddly. You must have done something weird last night, like moved yourself in my arms." Said Dabi. "I did not!" You argue. "I did everything I could to stay as far away from you as possible, and never mind that! You weren't even suppose to be in my bed in the first place! What the hell were you thinking last night?"

"I was wondering why I was here. Thought we might have had sex or something, but looks like you're still fully clothed." Again, your face turned bright red. "I assure you, we did not, nor will we ever. I'd rather die."

"Ouch, harsh." Dabi muttered.

"You came in here drunk and just made yourself comfortable." You explained. "Oh, I remember now." Dabi nods. "Yeah, guess that was my bad."

"You're damn right it was your bad. Now get out of my room, and take your rags with you." You say, pointing to Dabi's white shirt on the floor. Dabi rolled his eyes before getting out of your bed. "Yeah yeah, quit your whining." You couldn't help but stare at Dabi as he turned away from you. Despite the scars, he was rather well built. His body was physically attractive, that you couldn't deny. But the rest of him. Was just terrible.

Why on earth would he think you would let him get so intimate with you? Like you would. You huffed before getting out of bed. "I'm not whining. Now, hurry and leave so I can change."

"Mhm." Was all Dabi said before grabbing his shirt and leaving. But before he did, he turned to you. "Did you enjoy yourself, darling?" You threw another pillow at him, but he blocked it by shutting the door. You could hear his laughter as he walked away.

"Jerk."

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[blursed-ninjago-ideas]

Giant vampire lady au

Got a dark but funny idea for this vampire au renaissance

Remember the cursed promise ring from earlier in the au ?

The one that basically involved increasing more positive feelings for Kai towards Skylor.

He can’t take off the ring at all and has an in built feature to make him not to want to take it off

Ok but I can’t help but think about the song “The happiest day of your life” from Galavant

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Hod1gGrvLU8

Lloyd doesn’t want his sister to be stood up and goes full manipulator with the ring’s effects being increased on Kai.

That way Kai won’t feel a desire to back out of this whole wedding and vampire turning thing.

Lloyd was gonna nix it after the wedding ceremony and the vows were made permanent at least for Skylor.

ok, I had, an idea from this. Not exactly what you were talking about, but same vein.

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“LLOYD MONTGOMERY GARMADON!!!” Kai yelled.

Lloyd had been expecting his soon-to-be brother to come to his room, that part was according to plan, but he didn’t know what the yelling was about. Kai was stomping hard enough to rattle the pictures on the walls.

Finally, the red ninja kicked open Lloyd’s door with a murderous look in his eye. That was very not according to plan.

Lloyd put on his cutest most innocent expression and met Kai’s gaze without fear.

“Hi! Did you want something?”

Kai looked even angrier.

“As a matter of fact, it’s funny you should phrase it that way!” Kai snapped.

Lloyd didn’t flinch. His mother taught him better than to show signs of weakness.

“Do you think I’m stupid!?” Kai yelled, his ring finger twitching unconsciously.

That part of the plan was working at least.

“No.” Lloyd said with big eyes, not betraying a thing.

“Really!?” Kai yelled, throwing his hands up. “I wake up from a surprise nap in the middle of the day, the last thing I remember is talking to you, and then I wake up with the very sudden urge to ask you for that cursed ring back!? What does that add up to!?”

Oh he was so busted. Kai figuring it out was not in the plan. Lloyd didn’t realize how blatant he was being, but he supposed he was still a child.

Kai very loudly scoffed at Lloyd’s guilty expression. His finger was still twitching uncomfortably though. Lloyd had to give him credit. He must’ve either had a will of iron or he was just so blindly pissed that Lloyd’s suggestions couldn’t influence him through it.

“What. Else. Did. You. Do.” Kai hissed through clenched teeth.

“Nothing!” Lloyd said.

“Bullshit!” Kai snapped back.

Lloyd pouted.

“Fine! I just asked some questions.” He admitted.

“And why couldn’t you ask me questions when I was awake!?” Kai said, crossing his arms.

Why did he have to be so smart!?

“One, I wanted to be sure you were being honest, and two I maybe didn’t want you to hear your own answers…” Lloyd trailed off.

Kai was growling.

“Well I’m going to hear them right now.” he said, tapping his foot expectantly.

Lloyd clamped his mouth shut.

“Now Lloyd!” Kai demanded with a stomp.

Lloyd crossed his own arms stubbornly.

“If you don’t tell me, then I’m not playing this game anymore. I’ll tell Wu to send you back to your mom and I’ll run away. You and Skylor won’t see me again. Even if you do find us, I’ll be helping Nya kill you.” Kai threatened.

Damn. Lloyd really pushed it.

“Ok! Ok! I just asked stuff like what you really felt towards Skylor and where the line was on what we could do about Nya.” Lloyd admitted.

This was the furthest from the plan Lloyd could get.

“And the answers?” Kai asked, raising an eyebrow impatiently.

Lloyd shuffled his feet. He hated being cornered like this. He could try to use his powers on him again, but that might make the situation worse. Best to come clean and salvage what he could from it. He had one more move he could make to save this, but he needed to meet all of Kai’s demands first.

“You said it was complicated with Skylor. You like her, but you’re also scared of her and what she might do to you to get what she wants. And you said you’d never be ok being with Skylor if Nya died, even if we weren’t involved.”

Kai nodded once. That all sounded right to him.

“Are you happy?” Lloyd asked.

“No. Not at all. Lloyd, that wasn’t ok. If that happens again, I mean it, I will run.” Kai lectured.

Lloyd looked down, trying to portray the right amount of shame. He just needed the conversation to end.

“Promise me it won’t happen again.” Kai said, uncrossing his arms.

Lloyd caught his finger twitching again and swallowed his smile.

“I won’t use my powers on you again, promise.”

Nothing about Skylor’s powers, nothing about his mom’s, nothing about external magic, nothing about the other ninja. Lloyd left himself plenty of loopholes.

“I want your word.” Kai said.

“I give you my word as a Montgomery and as a Garmadon.” Lloyd said.

He didn’t hesitate. He left enough loopholes to be comfortable giving his word.

Kai seemed satisfied though. As useful as it was for them for now, as some point they’d have to teach him to think through his contracts more.

“Alright.” Kai said, turning to leave.

“Oh! Wait!” Lloyd said, carefully tailoring his tone.

He ran right up to Kai, grabbing his hand like the little kid Kai was seeing. Quickly, so that Kai couldn’t react, Lloyd pulled the cursed ring from his pocket and pressed it into Kai’s hand.

“Here. You can take this.”

The door was shut before Kai could even see what Lloyd gave him. If asked about it later, Lloyd was going to say he thought Kai wouldn’t want to trust him with it after that talk.

There was a chance Kai was going to give it to one of the others to hide, but Lloyd had seen how uncomfortable his bare finger was feeling. That ring would be back on his finger by his own hand before he made it to the next room. And coerced or not, the ring’s effects doubled when the wearer puts it on themselves.

That part had gone exactly to plan.

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Kai isn't a fool, but he is still in over his head.

-Ivy

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long hair & tattoos (bill weasley & reader) (5/15)

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CHAPTER 5: Bill arrives to meet your parents as your lover. Who knew dinner came with a show? 4.1k words. TAGLIST: @inpraizeof @milkiane @lovesanimals0000 @alisslahey @milfodyssey @itscheybaby @lookingthroughmirrors @stiles-argent24 @aki-ham @my-current-fandom-is @salvatoremuse @nimue-lady-of-the-lake @agathne (Let me know if I missed you or would like to be added!)

CHAPTER 5: PISS OFF YOUR PARENTS

“Any minute now,” reminded Draco from behind you.

Your brother was sat on a couch in the library reading a book, one leg elegantly crossed over the other. Your parents were in the drawing room just adjacent to the library minding their own business.

His face was full of concealed excitement when you looked back at him. You shook your head, wondering how vile of a human being he was to be so delighted in your downfall. But he was about to be sorely disappointed; the night was going to go in your favour and you were going to come out victorious.

In the library, the windows were as high as the ceilings, giving you a perfect view of the driveway that circled the front of Malfoy Manor. It had been awfully gloomy and sticky the past two days though you heard the heat was supposed to reach a breaking point this evening.

You pressed your nose on the glass and looked through the light mist.

“Who did you pick up from the streets?” Draco continued mockingly as he flipped through an old book. “Bet you couldn’t even pay anyone to take you out for dinner.”

“I hope you’re hearing this, father!” you called out loudly through the open door, hoping he would come to your side. There was no response. Of course, he wouldn’t care to censure Draco despite the vulgarity of his words.

“Like I’ve said, he is a pureblood wizard with a very reputable name,” you affirmed.

Your father was certainly pleased after hearing this exact sentence last night. You had technically placated his wishes, hadn’t you? Bill was a highly intelligent wizard from a pureblood family. The only fault was that his family loved muggles too much and was ‘poor.’ You didn’t agree with any of this and thought it was very bigoted of your family to have this opinion.

“Any other details you can spare about your imaginary man?” asked Draco with a biting laugh.

“He’s about this tall,” you said, gesturing upwards with your hand. You had realized when following him up the staircase on Thursday, that Bill was really tall, even taller than the twins. “And he graduated as the Head Boy from Hogwarts, and was a much better Quidditch player than you, and—”

You were cut short by the sound of a loud and sputtering engine. You and Draco redirected your attention to the paved driveway. You felt as light as air as the dying Ford Anglia pulled up, slugging scrap parts and singing a cacophony of metal. It even shrieked as it braked and nearly collapsed as the driver shut off the engine.

The Ford Anglia on its deathbed was a glorious sight indeed.

“And is right outside the door,” you finished with a wide grin.

As the rusty door opened, a familiar mop of red hair stepped out of the car. Bill waved to you with a smile as he smoothed his jacket. You waved back through the window. Behind him, the Ford Anglia was angled downwards on one side and leaking fuel on the perfectly white pavement of the manor. Okay, so you hadn’t planned the part where the car would do that. He looked at the mess and shot an apologetic grin at you.

“You’re serious?” asked Draco, looking like it was the best day of his life.

Ignoring him, you left the room and bolted for the front doors. In your hot pursuit, you were trying not to trip and sprain your ankles. Heels were classy but dangerous, you thought blithely. You pulled the door handle and felt your heart thumping louder with every second that passed. A rush of clammy late spring air with the faintest scent of gasoline flew in as the door fully opened. Before you knew it, you were greeted with Bill’s handsome, smiling face.

“Hello, Bill,” you said.

“Hi, (Y/N), darling,” he said, leaning down and embracing you. You appreciated how he accented the term of affection. You knew it wouldn’t be the last of it tonight; he had loaded up on them to use throughout dinner.

“Welcome,” you sang. “To Malfoy Manor.” You extended your arms, making an extravagant show of your outfit and the entrance behind you. You had chosen a silky black blouse that puffed out at the arms. Your pleated olive skirt twirled around your ankles as you spun. Bill looked up at the wide, spiralling staircase and the studded chandelier and let out a low whistle.

He redirected his gaze at you, noting the colours of your outfit from your top to your ankle-strap heels. “You look very much like a Malfoy right now,” he said with a chuckle.

“I’m offended, William,” you teased, placing a hand over your heart. “In less than a year, I’ll be a Weasley.”

“Aren’t you already?” he asked. “An honorary Weasley. Fred and George’s long-lost triplet.”

“Come on,” you said, extending an arm to Bill. “Everyone’s in the drawing room.”

Your eyes floated up at Bill as he walked. He’d done extraordinarily well today. He’d tamed any flyaway hairs and tied the rest into a ponytail like usual. He sported a royal blue blazer over a plain white tee that was tucked into matching trousers. His leather loafers made elegant clacks on the marble floor as he walked. For contrast, he kept on the studs, the fang earring, an assortment of metal rings, and the metal chain necklace like you’d so nicely asked.

Bill cleaned up wonderfully but it came to no surprise to you. After having seen him at the joke shop on Thursday, you knew you could look dapper if the occasion called for it.

You drew a deep breath, suddenly feeling nauseous again. You couldn’t believe you were here, about to get on stage to perform the biggest con of your life. And Bill, poor lovely and innocent Bill, had agreed to be your co-star. A rational part of you wanted to grab Bill and run out the door and move to a different continent, start a new life, or—

“Is this where I hold your hand?” Bill asked quietly as you approached the door. He was a reminder that it was too late for doubts.

“It is,” you responded, letting go of his arm to reach for his hand instead. The jagged texture of his rings was cool against your fingers.

“One and done?” Bill teased.

“I can only hope.”

You took Bill in one last time before closing your eyes. He was like a beautiful pop of colour against the dark and gray hues of your abode with his fiery hair and royal blue outfit.

With your hands firmly clasped, you took a deep breath and walked into the drawing room. Your steps on the marble floor quickly turned into muted ones on the carpet of the room.

When you passed the doorframe, you spotted your father focussed on today’s newspaper. Your mother was engrossed in a thick novel, and Draco was sitting away from them. He was alerted by the smallest shuffle and was now looking intently at you.

Showtime.

“Mother, father,” you announced. Lucius and Narcissa quickly looked up. “This is Bill.”

Lucius drew an audible crinkle from how hard his hand clenched the thin pages of the newspaper. A moment of horror and shock crossed his face, subtle and fast enough for the average eye to miss. His icy blue eyes darted up at Bill’s face then down at Bill’s hand firmly around yours.

If looks could kill.

Dobby, on standby by the wingback chair, looked up at Lucius. He sensed something was amiss, and looked terrified that his master would spiral into a bad mood.

Bill was completely unfazed by the silence.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy,” he greeted as he extended his hand towards Lucius. “William Weasley. But please feel free to call me Bill.”

It seemed like your father was still fighting with reality. Nonetheless, he stood up, likely to gauge that Bill was here in the flesh and not just a spell you cast.

Lucius’s eyebrow twitched as he slowly and reluctantly met Bill’s very real hand. Bill maintained a firm shake. “Welcome, William,” Lucius greeted.

Bill then moved to shake hands with Narcissa.

“Pleased to meet you, William,” she responded, face blank. She looked much like your father, still processing the situation and unsure of how to respond.

“And you must be Draco,” Bill said, turning to your brother who was beside Narcissa. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Draco let out a light scoff and shook Bill’s hand. Not that he wanted to touch a Weasley’s hand, but it would be considered impolite not to welcome a guest.

“When did you get here?” Narcissa asked, her lips curving into a taut attempt at a smile.

Her question was answered by Dobby’s faint squeak across the room. Your lovely house elf was on the windowsill, nose pressed against the glass.

Narcissa and Lucius followed Dobby’s gaze and found themselves looking at the sloped Ford Anglia swimming in a puddle of gasoline. Its mere presence of scrappy metal and chipped blue paint tainted the melancholic and neutral tones of your front yard.

“What in the world?” Lucius hissed, his cane thumping the floor as he stalked closer to the window.

Bill smiled sheepishly at you. You squeezed his hand to let him know it was alright.

“Dobby, go and,” Lucius turned around, suddenly remembering Bill was here and the reason behind the tarnished driveway and cleared his throat, “escort William’s vehicle to a location safe from the thunderstorm this evening.”

“Yes, master,” Dobby squeaked and scurried outside.

“Is this your usual method of travel?” Narcissa asked. “Surely, there are more convenient ways.”

“We have a sentimental attachment to the car,” you responded. “I thought it would be special if Bill drove it over. And isn’t it something? The muggles are so innovative.”

“Very well,” Lucius said, brushing your comment off. He glanced over his shoulder, pleased that the car was now apparated out of sight from any passersby or any of his wealthy friends who might decide to show up. He couldn’t be the laughing stock of the elite group he presided in, especially not before their Sunday lunch at the country club.

“Won’t you have a seat?” suggested Narcissa.

You and Bill sat on the couch facing your parents and towards the window. Draco resigned to sit on a wingback chair by the grand piano.

Dobby came momentarily, a little wet and frazzled from the dampness outside, and made his rounds offering red or white wine. You graciously asked for red. Bill made a joke, and with a wink, asked Dobby if he could have beer instead. Dobby was about to run back to the cellar, but Bill stopped him and asked for the white. The humour, or lack thereof, irked Lucius who overheard the conversation.

When everyone had a drink, Dobby ran back to the kitchens to prepare for the imminent dinner.

“I don’t reckon your family ever offers wine this expensive, do they, William?” asked Lucius in reference to Bill’s joke. You hadn’t expected your father to dig in about the Weasley’s socioeconomic status, but you weren’t surprised at all. Your family’s collection in the cellar was worth more than the average family’s annual income. But seriously, who cared how expensive the wine the Weasleys drank was?

“Not often, no,” he responded graciously.

Lucius held a flat expression. “I didn’t think so.”

“Bill comes from a large family,” you countered, glaring at your father and his cheap shot. “No one drinks this stuff every day, not even us—”

“You have many siblings, don’t you?” Narcissa interrupted. She flashed a look at you that willed you to be silent.

“Yes, I do,” he responded. “Six others in fact. I’m the oldest.”

Your father frowned immediately. He didn’t exactly talk to Arthur even if they crossed paths, so he didn’t have a clear picture of Bill’s age. “How old exactly?”

“I’m turning thirty-one this November,” Bill said.

“And you find it appropriate to date my daughter who’s nearly eight years your junior?” Lucius pressed hotly. You imagined he had expected Bill to be older, but not by this much.

“I find her very mature for her age,” Bill responded coolly.

Draco let out a snort.

“Really?” Lucius asked incredulously. His voice was increasing in pitch at the end of his words. As if to dampen the shock, he took an unusually large sip of his wine.

“I barely notice our age difference anymore,” you agreed.

“How long have you known (Y/N)?” Lucius continued.

“Just over a year now,” Bill said, turning to face your father. You felt his hand squeeze yours. It was your code for ‘there-isn’t-enough-physical-touch-or-enthusiasm-for-this-to-be-believable.’

“We met when Bill was here on a brief assignment last summer,” you added quickly.

Bill’s arm immediately shot up and wrapped around your waist. He pulled you in closer as he added more layers to your story. “Yes, I’m taking a desk job to be closer to (Y/N),” Bill explained. “It’s been unduly hard on her to keep up a long-distance relationship with me in Egypt.”

“I couldn’t be happier,” you gushed, your voice suspiciously sweet. “It’s been hard being so far from him.”

Narcissa held her glass of wine and swirled it slightly. She narrowed her eyes, her long dark eyelashes forming shadows on her face. “How come we’ve never heard any mention of you until now, William?”

“We thought it better to wait,” Bill explained. “We weren’t sure if you’d accept our relationship.”

You mustered the most loving look you could at Bill, who smiled back at you.

“But you will now, won’t you? Since you’ve been so intent to meet him?” you asked, giving your parents a pleading look. “I couldn’t dream of being with another man. Bill is the only one for me.”

Even if Draco was sat in your peripheral, you swear you saw him gagging.

“What do you do for a living, William?” Lucius inquired without hesitation.

Bill took a sip of his wine. “I’m a curse-breaker.

“Like a thief?” quipped Draco, hiding his words under a cough.

“No, not like that,” Bill explained calmly. Draco looked slightly flustered that he was overheard. “I work on unlocking treasures left behind for centuries that belong to no one in particular.”

“And they let you wear,” Lucius gestured to his own ear, referring to Bill’s earring, “that?”

“They don’t really care,” Bill laughed, crossing one leg over the other, the motion pulling his pant leg up to reveal a peek of his dress socks that were decorated with little pyramids, “as long as I bring back gold for the bank.”

“Handsome, and so intelligent, too,” you complimented. Your hand found Bill’s again and you gave it a quick squeeze, yearning for a compliment back.

“I’m a lucky man,” he responded. He noticed you were attempting to hold back a laugh which almost made him laugh too, so he flashed a toothy smile in order not to break character.

Lucius cleared his throat at this show of physical affection. Narcissa saw this break as a chance to delve further into your relationship.

“Forgive me if I’m being too rash, William,” she said. “But how do you see your, erm, relationship, in the future?”

“Well, (Y/N) and I were considering getting married in the next year or so,” he said. You hummed in agreement like you’d rehearsed.

“So soon?” Lucius asked, as if there could be a break in your relationship he could exploit, end this thing before it became too serious. But it looked like he was too late.

“It didn’t take you and mother long to be married,” you responded.

“There were different circumstances,” Lucius stated, about to launch into a story. “Your mother and I were—”

‘Both from respectable pureblood families and filthy rich,’ you finished internally for him.

“After we marry, I intend to change my last name, too, of course,” you interrupted. You needed to say this line today, even if it wasn’t following the flow of the conversation. It took every ounce of control in your body not to break out in laughter. Bill looked down and clenched your hand. He bit his lower lip, willing himself not to laugh either.

“To Weasley.”

You could hear a pin drop.

In the stiff silence, the only sounds were of Lucius choking on his wine and Draco’s muffled guffaw.

You continued after feeling a weight lift off your chest. The hardest part of the night had been said and it had gone exactly like you planned. Your parents’ line of questioning was everything you anticipated to a tee. “After all, you’ve always said it’s proper for a wife to take her husband’s last name. Didn’t you, mother?”

“Well, yes, but,” Narcissa protested. Her hands were crossed primly in her lap despite the shock on her face. “We live in more progressive times now, don’t we?”

You bore your eyes into your mother’s, pursed your lips, and cocked your head. If Astoria had a brother and you were dating a Greengrass, your name would be (Y/N) Malfoy Greengrass before there was even a ring on your finger.

“(F/N) Weasley,” you cooed to Bill. You gave him a light tap with your foot under the table. He immediately put his arm around you, fingers stroking your waist. “Has quite the ring to it, doesn’t it, darling?”

“It sure does,” he responded, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. Lowly and with a guttural tone, but still loud enough for the others to hear without trying, he whispered, “Nothing could make me happier than seeing you take my last name, love.”

The end of the Malfoy bloodline flashed in front of your parents’ eyes. You were certain that they and your ancestors were thanking the heavens for Draco.

“Where’s that elf?” Lucius asked suddenly, his voice booming in the room. “I could use another glass of red, Dobby!”

In no time, Dobby reappeared to top off Lucius’s glass before apparating away.

“Anyway, besides that,” Lucius spat, gesturing in a circular motion as if trying to dissipate your horrid conversation. “Where would you live if you were married? Last I overheard, you were still at home, William.”

“I have a cottage in my name in Tinworth,” he explained. “We plan to live there. It’s a great place for when we want to have children.”

Lucius looked wretched and pale, like he’d swallowed a tub of slugs. Narcissa’s lips were pressed tight, attempting a polite smile. Draco grinned devilishly between sips of wine. You’d never talked about moving out of the city. You’d never even talked about wanting children. Admittedly, your disinterest was mainly on a surface level. You wouldn’t mind starting a family one day, but your loud protests were mainly to spite your parents’ wishes. Based off past evidence, you could tell Lucius wasn’t buying any of this, but you reckoned it was convincing enough if he looked so displeased.

“How will you support her, nonetheless a family with your meag—,” Lucius had to stop himself for the second time today and correct his choice of words, “sole income?”

“Sole income?” you repeated. “You needn’t worry about that.”

Lucius was truly irked now. You could see his composure peel away layer by layer and it was all your doing. You knew him too well: when his jaw tightened and he was nearly spitting out his syllables, he was at the precipice of an outburst. And goodness, had he already finished the glass Dobby just poured?

“What do you mean by that?” he asked, his words dripping with venom. If this conversation was heading where you were implying it was and your father would unabashedly lose his temper, then you’d win without even getting to the dining room. One and done, like Bill had said.

“I don’t intend to leave my job, I quite like it,” you explained. “The Ministry offers excellent maternity leave when the time comes. So, both our incomes will be sufficient.”

“You have no objection to this?” Lucius asked through clenched teeth, his face reddening, and eyes sharp on Bill.

“I think (Y/N) is an independent woman capable of making her own decisions,” Bill responded judiciously with an unaffected smile. “I’ll support her if she wants to work.”

How could the right answer sound so wrong? So, so, wonderfully wrong.

If Lucius could clench his cane any harder, it would snap in two. He was on the cusp of bellowing something, but Narcissa, with a wife’s intuition, quickly noticed this.

“Well,” she said, putting a hand on her husband’s arm and squeezing it tight. Her touch was a warning to Lucius not to lose his temper in front of Bill. Her tone was rushed and quiet as she glowered at him. “There’s plenty of time for (Y/N) to change her mind. She might see that child-rearing isn’t as easy as it seems, especially not with a job or assistance.”

You didn’t know if your mother had ever stepped foot in the workplace having hailed from the affluent Black family herself. You knew she had given up any notion of a job after getting married and giving birth to you. You couldn’t recall a day she wasn’t with you when you were little. In a way, you were grateful. And it almost made you sad to bring her into this; it was your father who’d caused today to happen, who forced you to find a partner lest Crabbe be your guest tonight.

The door creaked behind you. It was Dobby who was peering nervously through the crack.

“Master,” he squeaked. “Dinner is ready.”

There was an unanimous agreement that you all needed to leave this conversation in the room and never to speak of it again. Lucius and Narcissa got up first. Bill followed, leaving you and Draco behind.

When you were far enough back from the others, Draco fell into step with you and grabbed you by the arm.

“This is what you meant by pureblood?” he spat. “You dragged in this blood traitor of a man to our house?”

“Jealous?” you shot back, pulling your arm away. You looked at Bill who was walking in front of you. He was more than a head or so taller than Draco, and strode confidently even after a heated conversation. His composure was admirable. “He’s more of a man than you’ll ever be.”

“This is a farce,” Draco warned with a scoff. “I can tell just by watching. You’re only embarrassing yourself.”

“We’ll see,” you cackled.

You walked through the doors leading to the dining room. Lucius and Narcissa took their spots at the ends of the table and Draco sat near the far wall. You sat next to Bill and gave him a reassuring smile.

Lucius didn’t throw any hard questions at you or Bill for the rest of the night. He avoided the topic of relationship like the plague. He did look as though he’d lost some of his usual appetite and proclivity for conversation, or maybe it was because he had too much to drink. You lost track of how many glasses of wine he had Dobby pour. He mainly murmured about work at the Ministry to which Bill nodded and offered safe responses to.

Around the time a post-dinner tea was served, the humidity broke and the storm came crashing down. The wind shook the trees and the rain pelted as hard as stones against the windows of the manor. The lightning was blinding and growing closer in frequency, and Bill took it as a cue to leave, joking that it was your ancestors in agony.

Bill thanked your parents for a wonderful dinner and said that he hoped to see them again.

Lucius’s mouth twitched. The unfortunate reality of having to see Bill Weasley again was sinking in. Bill gave you another kiss on the forehead, bid you goodnight, and remarked that he missed you already. Then he ran out into the storm, grappled with the handle of the Ford Anglia, slipped in, and ignited the engine.

Your smile was as bright as the sole working headlight of the car. Bill gave another wave before flying off and disappearing into the night sky.

When the doors shut, your family was eerily quiet. Your parents announced they were retiring to bed, likely in shock from the revelations of tonight to stay up any longer. As you ascended the staircase alone, there was only one thought racing through your head.

Merlin, you adored Bill Weasley.

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my girl (part 4) - rafe cameron

a/n: SURPRISE! I wrote a part 4 ;) i had this idea right after i said i was only doing 3 parts - but this really is the final one! I really hope ya'll enjoy. It's a little shorter than the rest! (not my gif)

Summary: Nope sorry you have to read!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, kissing, and test anxiety

Word Count: 4.4k

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Your phone buzzing on your nightstand distracts you get again from cramming for your Chemistry final. The exam happens in two days, yet you feel like it might as well be in two hours with the amount of anxiety you have. It's your second year of college, and boy, it hasn't gotten any easier. Thankfully, your roommate is out for the night so you have your entire dorm to yourself to study.

You lean over and check your phone. Another missed call from your fiancee, Rafe. Beside your phone on your nightstand sits your engagement ring. You stare at it for a moment and swallow your feelings, then move back over to your chemistry textbook. Your phone buzzes again - a voicemail from Rafe this time, which you don't bother to listen to.

Chemistry is your focus tonight. Chemistry is what you need to be studying for, what you need to know inside and out. You throw yourself back into it, shutting off your phone when it buzzes yet again. You need absolutely zero distractions.

About twenty minutes into it, you hear a loud knock on the door. You sigh, figuring your roommate forgot her ID or keys again. You pull open the door and sigh, fully shocked when you find Rafe standing at your door. He's out of breath from running inside from the parking lot, and he looks pissed off.

"Oh, good, you're alive," he snaps, pushing his way into your room before you can even invite him.

"What are you doing here?" you ask him, closing the door so none of your nosy neighbors can listen to yet another argument between the two of you.

Things haven't been good. You're sick of him calling and texting you all the time, him begging you to come home, and constantly asking who you're with when you go out. On top of all of that, your classes this semester are harder than they've ever been, but Rafe never respects when you say you need space and time to study.

"Checking to see if my fucking fiancee is breathing!" he shouts, throwing his hands up in the air, "I mean, shit, Y/N, I called you, like, twenty times."

You glance over to the nightstand at your phone, realizing your ring was over there, too. You know he won't like that.

"I shut my phone off. I really need to study, Rafe," you tell him, but he's not listening.

Instead, he collapses onto your bed and puts his head in his hands, sitting directly on your Chem textbook and notes.

"Oh, my God, what the hell? Get up," you snap at him, walking over and pushing him off so he doesn't ruin your notes or textbook pages.

"It's fucking fine," he replies as he stands, barely glancing at your papers.

"No, it's not. I need this shit to pass my exam-" you hold the wrinkled papers up.

"They're literally fine, Y/N," his voice raises, "Stop being so dramatic."

You take a deep breath before you speak again, knowing whatever comes out will not be very nice. You've really been trying to be patient with him, but it's getting harder and harder.

"I'm not being dramatic, Rafe," you say calmly, "I just really need to study and I need peace and quiet."

He sighs and rubs the back of his neck as he debates what to say next. Neither of you want to start a fight, but you both have a lot of shit to say. His eye catches the shiny object on the nightstand and he looks over, figuring out it's your engagement ring.

"What the fuck?" he gasps, picking it up and holding it out to you, "Since when do you take this off?"

You put your hands on your forehead and sigh, realizing this is going to take up a lot of time that you don't have. And the fact that Rafe drove eight hours on a whim because you didn't pick up his calls all day has made you crazy.

"I cannot do this with you right now," you tell him, stepping toward your Chemistry stuff.

You'll just have to go to the library and study if he's going to be here. There's no way you can get any of your shit done with him bitching about your ring.

"Oh, my bad, when can you do it, then?" he rolls his eyes, "Huh? Can you give me, like, a window of time where you're actually available to talk?"

"Rafe-" you start, but he holds his hand up.

"No, because, I mean, I don't hear from you all day, and I'm fucking worried about you, so I make the long ass drive to come check on my soon-to-be wife, and now I'm the bad guy? Yeah, no, I get it now!" he exclaims.

"Jesus, okay, I have to go," you say, grabbing your backpack from the floor and sliding some slippers on.

"Right, to study," he grumbles.

"Yeah, to study," you snap back, "Just because you didn't go to school doesn't mean you can't at least try to understand!"

You rarely raise your voice at him, so Rafe knows you're mad. He stares at you for a second, deciding if he should acknowledge your comment about him not attending school.

"It's not about whether or not I understand, it's about time management," he lectures, making you roll your eyes, "Don't roll your fucking eyes at me."

"Don't show up at my dorm unannounced!" you yell back.

"I wouldn't have been unannounced if you would answer your goddamn phone!"

You take a deep breath and exhale loudly, then step closer to the door. Rafe walks over to you and grabs your arm, spinning you around. You stare up at him like he's crazy, he's never laid a hand on you like that before.

"Put your ring back on," he demands, holding it out in his hand.

"What the fuck is your problem, Rafe? You think I'm gonna get hit on walking to the damn library? Get a grip," you mutter, trying to yank your arm from his grasp but failing.

"I'm not playing," he tells you, holding the ring up in his other hand.

"Neither am I," you snap, "Let go of me."

He stares at you for another few seconds and then releases you, groaning loudly when he does. He steps away from you and runs his hand through his hair, then sets your ring back down on the nightstand.

"What's going on with us?" he grumbles, sitting down on your bed again.

You start to feel bad as you look at him, so you step closer and set your books down on you desk. You open your mouth to speak, to apologize and return your ring to your finger, when he speaks out again.

"Why didn't you answer the fucking phone when I called?"

You close your mouth quickly, swallowing the words you were about to say. You stare at him for a moment, then you decide that it's just best to tell him the absolute, stone cold truth.

"Because I have shit going on, Rafe. I have a Chem final in two days and I'm not at all prepared, I have other finals and an entire paper due by the end of the week, and I have you up my ass about everything in between and it's just a little overwhelming right now."

He brings his head out of his hands and looks up at you. His expression changes from hurt to angry in about one second, so you brace yourself.

"So what do you want me to do to help you, then?" he asks, his voice agitated. You can tell he's trying to be patient, but he really wants to yell.

"I just need you to give me some space right now," you state.

He nods his head, moving his eyes away from yours and down to the floor.

"Space," he repeats, "You want space."

You nod your head slowly, afraid now to speak. You can't tell what his reaction is about to be, but obviously it isn't going to be a good one.

"So, you ignore my phone calls," he holds up one finger, "You take off your engagement ring," another finger, "And now you want space. Do you think I'm a fucking moron?"

He stands up off the bed, now towering over you. Your hands come up to your face, rubbing your eyes to try and relieve some form of stress.

"God, Rafe, you're making this out to be something it's not-"

"Am I?" he shouts, "Do you want to marry me or not? I mean, I really think that's what this boils down to. Am I what you want, or not?"

His yelling combined with your stress and confusion makes you yell back at him.

"I don't know!"

He steps back, almost like you've hurt him, and stares at you with a look you've never seen before. It's anger, betrayal, confusion, and sadness all rolled into one, heartbroken expression. It makes your stomach turn thinking about the fact that you're hurting him.

"Well, there it is," he says, his voice cracking, "I'll just get out of your way, then."

He leans down and grabs the ring from your nightstand, wrapping his large hand around it and then stepping toward the door.

"Rafe, wait," you say, "Where are you going to go? You can't drive home in the dark."

He doesn't turn around, he can't look at you. Not when you're not sure what you want.

"I'll sleep in the truck," he says, his voice weak and quiet.

"No," you protest, "Rafe, I'm sorry."

He stands there for a few seconds, then turns, and you see the tears in his eyes. One has fallen, and rests on the bottom of his cheek. He wipes it away, but not quick enough.

"Why are you sorry? I'm not what you want anymore," he laughs, but nothing is funny.

Another tear falls and you step forward quickly, reaching up to wipe it away. He closes his eyes under your touch, always loving feeling your skin on his.

"I didn't say that," you say gently, tears welling in your eyes from seeing him like this.

"Just..." he trails off, finally opening his red eyes, "Go ace your Chem final. I'll see you at home in a few days."

He reaches up and grabs your hand, removing it from his cheek. He lays a quick kiss on your knuckles, then closes his eyes again when he lets go of you. Not sure if it's his last time feeling you.

He turns to leave, opening the door up before he turns back to you.

"I love you. I always will."

He doesn't wait for your response, he just closes the door behind him. You turn and look at the nightstand where your ring once sat, wishing to God that it was still there. You want to tun after him, but you know you can't. You two just need some cooling off time, you tell yourself. You'll come back again atfer finals when you get home for Christmas break. He'll hold onto your ring for you, you convince yourself of that.

You can't focus. The next day, you spend all your time in the library, staring at a page in your Chem textbook, and all you can focus on is your empty finger. No pretty ring that reflects every ounce of Rafe's love for you. You check your phone, but all you see is an empty screen. Your wallpaper is a cheesy picture of Rafe holding a wine glass. You took it on your anniversary last year and love everything about it, especially his cheesy grin.

Tears start to form in your eyes, so you do what you have to do. You call him. It rings and rings and rings, then you hear his familiar, raspy voice on his voicemail.

Yo, it's Rafe. Leave a message and I might hit you back.

You close your eyes, those two sentences being the most you've heard from him in almost twenty-four hours.

"Hey," you start your message, "Look, I'm sorry about last night. I really want to talk. Please call me back. Love you, bye."

You sigh and hang up the phone, then look down to your book again. You try and try to focus, but you can't. It just is impossible with everything spinning around your brain. You can still see the look on his face when you said you weren't sure, you can still hear him say 'I love you' right before he left.

And it's all you want to hear again.

You slam your book shut and grab your stuff, then make your way out of the library. Once you get outside, you call Rafe again. You hear the same ringing and the same message from his voicemail, so you leave another.

"Baby, please call me. I'm worried about you. I just want us to talk. Please call. I love you."

You hang up and walk back to your dorm, checking every five seconds to see if he's called you back. You really just want to hear his voice, to apologize, and to be able to focus on Chemistry again. Knowing that Rafe is out there hurting is just too distracting.

You call hm again after you get back to your dorm, giving him about thirty minutes to call back before you try him again. When he doesn't answer, you leave another message.

"Hey," you say, your voice sounding more desperate, "I'm going to call Dad and have him come get me. I'm skipping out on my Chem final. I just want to come home and work things out with you. Call me, please. Love you."

And you mean every word. You sit down on your bed and you remember how Rafe had helped you move in on your first day of freshman year. You remember how he made love to you and how he proposed to you in the parking lot before he left. And you remember all the times he came to visit and you two laid in bed and planned out your whole wedding reception together, laughing and joking about who to invite and who to sit together.

As you sit there and remember it all, remember the kisses and the laughs and the feelings you have when you're with him, you've never been more sure in your life. It's Rafe. It will always be Rafe.

You hear a knock on your dorm room door and hop out of bed, rushing over to it. It's him, you hope. Coming to rescue you, coming to hold you, coming to give you your ring back. You pull open the door with a big smile, only to find your roommate, Alex, standing on the other side.

"Hey," she says, looking confused at why you opened the door like that, "Sorry. I forgot my keys."

You drop your shoulders and nod, moving her out of the way. She leaves the door open as she moves over to her side of the room to search for them. You sit back down on your bed, checking your phone once again. He has to call back eventually.

"You're not ditching your Chemistry final."

You look up and see him, standing in the doorway, staring at you. His eyes are tired, his hair is a mess, and he looks like he's hung over. You don't even want to know where the hell he's been for the past day.

"Rafe," you breathe, hopping up from your bed.

You want to throw your arms around him, hug him, and have you hold him. He stops you when you get close to him, holding out his hand to keep distance between the two of you, which practically breaks your heart in two.

"You're not coming home until you take that test," he repeats, "You've been studying for it and if you don't take it, you fail. So, you're staying. I called your dad."

You frown. This is not how you imagined it. He seems colder somehow.

"Okay," you say, "Fine. But I want us to talk."

Rafe shakes his head, leaning against the doorframe. Alex walks up behind you, whispering she will be back later, and leaves with a quick smile to Rafe.

"I'm giving you your space so you can focus. We'll work on us when you're done with the semester."

He sounds firm, but you know you can win this one. You step forward, so close that he can almost feel your skin on his. Your scent fills the air, and you watch as he swallows his feelings.

"Rafe," you say, your voice soft, "I can't focus on anything knowing that I hurt you. I need to talk about us and figure things out. Please."

"Baby," he sighs, and you know you've won just by the return of your nickname. It's your favorite, which is why he calls you it so often.

"Please," you say, taking his hand. Your fingers wrap through his, pulling him inside.

He groans but enters anyway, both of you knowing that he would do anything for you. The door closes behind him, which you're thankful for. You sit him down on your bed and instantly crawl onto his lap, not caring if that's what he wants or not. That's what you need. Your head buries into his chest and your arms wrap around his neck.

"Baby," he says again, this time with more authority.

You bring your lips up to his neck to soften him up, listening to the small moans that come out of his mouth as you work.

"Rafe," you say against his skin, "I'm so sorry for what I said yesterday."

He hums, so you give him a few more kisses on his neck before you pull back to look at him. He stares at you with soft eyes, and you know you've already won him over. But you still need to say what you need to say.

"Truly, baby. I was wrong. I was angry. You are all I want in this world and I couldn't handle any of this without you. I was acting extremely ungrateful and I'm really, really sorry," you continue, watching him smile sadly at you.

"Well," he smirks, moving his hands from your back down to your butt, "I've always known you're a brat, so."

"Hey," you pretend to pout, but really, you just want a kiss. He gives you a slow, gentle one, one that makes you want to melt into him.

"You are the love of my life," he says, "You could never say anything to make me walk. And I'm sorry for being such a dick yesterday and for not respecting your school. I'm gonna get better. This shit is just hard for me, having you all the way here. I just miss you when I'm home."

You nod, reaching up and brushing his hair away from his eyes with your fingers. Even when he hasn't showered, is in the same clothes as yesterday, hasn't styled his hair or even slept well, he still is the most handsome to you.

"I understand. I'm sorry for being so hard on you," you say, kissing him on the cheek.

He smiles against your lips, bringing his hands up to your face to move you down to his lips.

"Are we okay?" he asks you in between kisses.

You hum against his lips, and he takes that as a yes, so he flips you over and lays down on top of you, kissing you like his life depends on it. He quickly moves down to your neck, his hands going underneath your shirt.

"Oh, my God, I missed you, baby," he tells you as you feel him leaving a hickey on your neck.

"Always marking me up," you laugh at him, feeling him smirk against you, "I missed you, too."

"It killed me not calling you back," he continues against your neck, "But I wanted to do right by you, you know?"

You gasp when he bites you slightly, then laugh when you feel his big grin on your neck.

"That's why I love you the way I do," you say sweetly.

He sits up and looks down at you, smirking widely, "Can you love me like you do right now and then get back to your studying?"

You bite your lip and nod, pulling him back down on top of you.

A little while later, you and Rafe lay naked in your bed, just breathing in the other. Rafe is drawing hearts into the skin on your stomach, leaving little kisses every so often on any inch of skin he could reach with his mouth.

"You need to get back to studying," he says, but doesn't stop with his kisses.

"Can I have my ring back first?"

He looks up at you with wide eyes, wondering if you really mean it. He didn't want to bring up the ring, just in case you had changed your mind about the engagement.

"You sure?" he asks quietly.

You grab his chin and pull him up to you, stroking his hair as you give him a couple quick kisses.

"I've never been more sure of anything," you tell him.

He nods and kisses you again, then hops off the bed and pulls the ring out of the zipped up pocket of his shorts. He grins at you and then jumps back in bed, of course landing on you when he does.

"This is a twin bed, you ogre. You can't be jumping and shit, there's not enough room for you!" you say as you try to free your left side from underneath him.

He moves and lets you get situated, then holds out the ring. You hold up your left hand for him ti put it on you once again.

"Will you marry me?" he asks, and you would've laughed at him if his voice wasn't so gentle and nervous.

"Of course I will, Rafe Cameron," you tell him, smiling.

He slides your ring back on your finger and you somehow feel more complete, more whole, knowing it's there.

"It's never coming off again," you tell him, meaning it.

He kisses you softly, "No, it's not."

Rafe takes a shower and then hangs out on your bed on his phone later on to keep himself occupied while you study for Chem at your desk. You ask him to quiz you and he does, even though he knows nothing about Chemistry.

It gets late, so you tell him you'll study the rest tomorrow and hope to be prepared the following day for the exam. You put your book and notes on your desk, then slide into bed with Rafe, who you made stay with you tonight. Although it didn't take much convincing.

"I can't believe your dad is just letting you take all this time off," you mumble against his chest.

"Hmm," Rafe hums, so you know you're wrong, "I've kinda been dodging his calls."

"He'll be mad," you tell him, and he nods.

"I don't care, though. I got what I came here for."

You spend all day the next day studying in the library for Chem and writing your paper, while Rafe packs your things for you. He figures it's one less thing for you to worry about, and then you can just come with him after you finish your exam. He had told you he wanted to be the one to bring you, his soon-to-be wife, home.

Rafe waits for you outside your building on exam day. One by one, students file out of the building, and he gets even more anxious every time you aren't one of them. Eventually, he stops pacing and sits down on a bench, praying that you do well.

He sees you emerge from the building with only ten minutes to spare, and jumps up to greet you.

"So?" he asks, his voice hopeful.

"I won't know for a few days," you tell him, "But I'm confident. I felt like I had most of it under control."

He smiles, taking your hand in his and kissing it, "I'm so proud of you, baby."

You smile and thank him, then put your head on his chest in hopes that he'll wrap his arms around you. With the amount of stress you've been under the past few days, all you want is just for him to hold you right now.

"I'm so proud of you," he repeats, swallowing you up in his arms.

You breathe in his scent and relax, knowing that even if you fail every class you ever take for the rest of your life, you will always have a place in the arms of this boy.

After a few minutes, you move to look up at him by resting your chin on his sternum, staring up at him. He smiles down at you, running a hand through your hair as an attempt to calm you down.

"Take me home, Rafe," you tell him quietly, and he nods.

He reaches down and takes your hand, leading you away from the building. You two go back and grab the remaining items you need to bring home, the rest Rafe already packed in the truck, and then go out to the parking lot to head home.

You feel relieved, ready to spend some quality time with Rafe and really make sure to work on things so that nothing ever gets bad between the two of you again.

He puts you into the truck and closes your door, then hops into the driver's side. He reaches over and takes your hand, staring at the ring on your finger and smiling softly.

"Let's just elope and get it over with," he looks up at you, already laughing because he knows you'll never agree.

"Yeah, I'm glad our wedding is something you just wanna get over with," you roll your eyes, but can't help your smile.

"You know what I mean," Rafe groans, "We don't need all the bullshit and the drama. I just need you. And a minister."

You laugh at him and nod, understanding what he means. He looks down at your hand in his, at the diamond on your finger, and so do you. You honestly can't remember why you took it off, you just know you never will again.

"A small wedding it is," you whisper.

He leans over and gives you a kiss. Then another. Then another. He pulls away and starts the truck, then looks back over a you.

"Baby, I'll do whatever you want."

That sentence combined with the cheesy smile he gives you afterward is what convinces you that, no matter what, Rafe will always be yours, and you will always be his.

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[proserpina-magnus]

Hiiiiii could I request a Marauders x reader… platonic. Where they are just coaxing her through a bad day/migraine?

Hii! there isn't that much comforting other then them being clingy and sorta protective, but I still hope you like!!

The Marauders When You Have A Migraine

Word count; 1.8k

[ Warning: fem reader, doodles, eating, migraines/description of headaches, swearing, Sirius refers to you as “their baby” ]

Quick note, there’s a scene where the boys draw on the reader with a marker. I didn’t specify what colour the marker was, so depending on your skin colour you can interrupt the colour as you wish.

You slumped at the Gryffindor dining table, hair matted in a low messy hairstyle. You didn't even try and brush it out, you woke up and left it how it was. You couldn't even bring yourself to dress in new fresh clothing, you wore what you slept in.

Eyeing the breakfast options, you felt a pain tingle through your head. The nerves bunching and squeezing together to make it unbearable to concentrate.

" [ name ]! We have class in 15 minutes and you're not even dressed!" James bellowed from across the table, you pushed your shoes against the floor and slumped. Remus gave a confused look, his eyes narrowing as he glanced between Peter and Sirius.

"Come on, we have time to get some food in 'ya," Sirius declared, pushing toast onto your plate. The curly raven haired male even buttered your toast just the way you liked, even filling your glass with fresh squeezed orange juice.

"How 'ya feel-in?" Peter pronounced through mouthfuls of food, James swatting the blonds head in retaliation. "Wormy, don't speak with your mouth full,"

Sirius cackled from beside you, Peter stomped his foot onto Sirius in response. Sirius made a dramatic scene, falling towards the cold stone floor as he held his foot with forced shaky breaths. "My foot! My foot! I've been assaulted!" He whined, rolling from side to side.

Remus lets out a loud sigh from beside you, your head buzzing from the noise of ongoing chatter. You could hear James laugh loudly, like he always does. Usually his laugh was contagious, but it was incredibly annoying at the moment. Along with snickers and loud whines, you gripped your cup and brought it to your lips. Peter swallowed, reaching for another pancake as he watched you take long sips.

" ya never answered my question," Peter rambled before taking a gracious bite. You shrugged, Sirius sliding back into his seat. The boys all looked towards you, your fork picking at the blueberries Sirius pushed onto your plate moments prior.

"Another headache?" James asked, cleaning his pants from crumbs as he pushed his finished plate aside. You nodded briefly, a plain expression adorned on your features. Another hot buzz dangled in your mind, your forehead throbbing along with it.

"Maybe we should take you to madam Pomfry, you shouldn't be getting them this often," Remus responded. Sirius made a pouting face, before he took you into his arms.

"Our baby is hurt!" Sirius exaggerated loudly, causing staring eyes to look towards the group of friends. You flushed a bit, embarrassed by Sirius nature. You pushed him away, going back to picking at your food.

"I ain't nobody's baby," you said while pushing Sirius further away, James and Peter sniggered as Sirius made puppy dog eyes. You rolled your eyes, a bit grumpy from the constant throbbing.

"Bloody hell, it fucking hurts. It's not even bad, it's just the constant throbbing is pissing me off," you complained, shoving the piece of toast in your mouth. You watched as students finished eating, occasionally leaving for their first class of the day.

The boys all exchanged looks, Remus placing a hand on your back to give it a gentle rub. You push your plate back, your arms coming on the table as you rest in them.

As more students leave, professor Mcgonagall makes her way over to your rambunctious group. She softens at the scene, seeing the four boys rub your shoulder or arms to try and give their sympathy.

You sigh as you hear her shoes click with the ground, professor Mcgonagall stands a few inches away from you all. She clears her throat, all eyes directing towards her except for you.

"Class is about to start... is there a problem with miss [ last name ]?" The older woman asked, trying to mask her worry. Remus had explained earlier to her that you had been having numerous migraines.

"She's having another headache Minnie, our baby is dying!" Sirius exclaimed, Remus reaching over to swat him away from you with an annoyed look plastered on his face. Even though you couldn't see Sirius, you laughed as you thought about his whining face.

Professor Mcgonagall clasped her tongue, about to tell off Sirius for the nickname he'd given her. But instead, she placed her attention on you.

"I'll take her to the infirmary, surely madam Pomfrey has a potion to help," she explained, the boys all standing together in the same motion. You still kept your head pressed into your forehead.

"Can we go with her?" James whispered, hoping that they could be with you. They all hated when you were in pain, it felt like they had to protect you. You were their bestfriend, they surely couldn't let a thing ever bug you unless it was them.

"I'm sorry Potter, but you have class," Professor McGonagall frowned, the boys were about to protest to stay with you. But Minnie quickly shut them down, her hand raising as all the boys shut their jaws closed.

"It's alright, I'll see you later," you told them, raising with a throb as you walked with them all towards the doors. You parted way painfully, Sirius almost crying as he clung onto your leg. The rest of the boys watched, even James tearing up. He took his round spectacles off, dabbing his eyes with a spare cloth he had in his pocket.

"You can't be serious," you retorted at them, an annoyed look on your face as Minnie checked her watch with frowned eyes.

"Well... technically," Sirius began, but he couldn't finish his sentence as you kicked him off of you. You were upset, tired, and in pain. As much as you loved them, they were too much sometimes.

"Just go, I'll see you later," you tried to cover up your annoyed state, but the boys picked up on it. Sirius straightened up, fixing his shirt as they left with their heads down casted towards the ground.

"Idiots they are," you told Professor McGonagall, she only laughed and led you towards the infirmary.

—-

After a few missed classes, it was finally lunch. All the boys scrambled to the dining hall, shoving foods on plates. They ignored the stares, jogging up to the infirmary where you slept.

With the creak of the door, Sirius and James peaked inside. They saw no one, only a lump on the farthest bed. They all skipped over to you with slow whispers, trying to make sure you won’t wake up. Sirius pushed the blanket of your face, all of them relieved to see you still asleep.

“Prongs, do you have a spare marker on you?” Sirius asked, a growing smirk on his face. James put down the plate on a nearby table, fishing through his pockets to try and find a marker.

“Pads, no,” Remus said sternly, knowing what the raven haired male would do. Peter looked between the three boys, a bit unsure of what Sirius was going to do. The blonde boy put his plate near James, picking up half a sandwich as he sat near your feet.

“Pads yes,” Sirius smiled widely, James passing him the thick inked marker. Remus rolled his eyes, not stopping Sirius from his antics. Sirius crawled on the bed, an evil smile on his features as he unclasped the marker. He wrote “baby” with big thick letters on your forehead, giggling when you twitched and tried to swat his hand away in your sleeping state.

“Give me the marker,” James whispers, not waiting for Sirius to pass him it as he snatched it for himself. The bispecticle male drew 4 happy stick figures and a rat on your cheek, his tongue poked out in concentration.

“Why am I the only one in my amingi form?” Peter asked, frowning as James passed him the marker. He began to draw a small smiley face in your open palm, writing a messy “Peter was here” on your arm.

“Because, there wasn’t enough room and plus, you’re cuter in rat form,” James teased, but his words sounded very sweet so Peter took it as a compliment. Sirius and Remus cackled loudly, making you stir awake. Your eyes fluttered open, looking around between the boys above you.

“Uh… hello?” You greeted, stretching slightly as you looked around the empty room. Sirius pushed Peter and James away from the bed, sprawling his limbs out to hog you from their affection.

“Hi!” They all chanted at once, Remus moving closer as he pushed at Sirius to make room. The tall male sat down, rummaging through his bag for a minute before pulling out a chocolate bar.

“Eat,” Remus said, even opening the wrapper for you. He broke off a piece, swatting Sirius's wandering hand when he tried to take a piece for himself. You sat up on the bed, unaware of the markings on your skin. You chewed the gooey chocolate, resting against the bed frame with a satisfied hum.

“Did you bring me food?” You asked, a smile on your face as you realized all the plates. The boys nodded, bringing the plates over for you all to feast upon.

“What’s so funny?” You asked when Sirius started to laugh, James also chuckling. You irked slightly, touching over your face to try and see if there were crumbs. This made the boys laugh harder, making you feel embarrassed as you choke out a “what? Is there something on my face?”

You notice the little doodle Peter left you, realizing what had happened. You pushed Sirius's head, making him bump into James. You laughed at the scene, both boys rubbing their forehead with a pouty face.

“Does it come off?” You asked Remus, a sigh on your lips as you ran off towards the bathroom.

“Nope,” he called out, a small smile on his face. You looked in the mirror, seeing the obvious doodles drawn by your boys. You knew exactly who the culprit was for the big letters written on your forehead.

“Sirius! What the hell is this?” You called, stomping back to the bed where they all sat. Sirius raises his hands, pointing to James and Peter. “It’s not just me! They did it as well!”

“You bitch,” James gasped, a hand on his heart as he held a dramatic glint in his eyes. Peter dropped his head, muttering his apologies. All the boys start to bicker at Sirius, calling him a tattletale. You smile and lean back against the bed, bringing a biscuit to your mouth as you watch the quarrel unfold, this was definitely the entertainment you needed on this shitty day.

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[bimb0beee]

hi :) i had a dream abt sero & here we are !!!

MDNI ‼️‼️

2.6k !!

sero x y/n

warnings: sero hanta. come eating? very small, sero is kinda mean, one mention of sir, fucking against a window, pet names? angel, princess, sweetheart & puppy. uhhhh idk what else to put 😵‍💫

i hope you like it 😪💕

There is nothing that pisses Sero off like rude reporters. Reporters, who he knows would never be able to do what he does. Most of the time he can keep his temper in control. Not today, though. It's been a very long day. All he wanted to do was get home to you. But his agency made him go to a press conference. The nerve of these people.

There’s blinding lights, flashes, and too many fucking people. He grins and takes it. It's part of the job. It's been a long day. It was almost over with; he was almost scot free. Then, some stupid asshole reporter had to open his mouth.

“Cellophane! Cellophane! So… you’re in the top 10. We all can recognize that. Although, what’s it like knowing you’ll never be at the top?” The nameless reporter has a smug look on his face. Sero is going to fix that.

“Well, um. Sir. It’s funny you have the audacity to ask me such a moronic question; we both know you would never have what it takes to be here, in my spot. I’m not doing this to be the top hero. I'm doing this because I care about my country. Why do I need to be at the top to do that? I can obviously tell you’re just envious you’ll never be at the top. Fucking beautiful women, miles above the city. A real pity it is to be you, isn’t it?”

Sero laughs hysterically off the stage and makes his way home to you.

You were watching Sero’s press conference biting your lip anxiously. You know how rough his day was and how bad he just wanted to come home. You knew the second that idiot opened his mouth, Sero was gonna stop caring about saving face. You were so embarrassed when Sero talking about fucking women; you knew he was implying you. One of his favorite things to do in his penthouse high above the city was fuck you against the large window. It was scary. It was exhilarating. He loved knowing he could ruin you and none of the little ants below would ever realize what he was doing. He fucking loved it.

You were more bashful about it, but he knows how much you liked the adrenaline of looking down while he abuses your cunt on his cock.

Your body is tingling with anticipation. You’re getting everything all tidy for him. You want to do whatever you can to make his mood lift, even if it is a little bit. His dinner is warm for him and get him a nice, cold beer in hopes it’ll wind him down.

You hear him grumbling when he stomps through the front door and he looks so angry, so irritated. Then he sees you, standing by the table with a nervous smile on your face and all that anger melts away.

He smiles and makes his way over to you, “Hi, sweetheart. Did you miss me?”

you lean up to kiss him and whisper into the kiss, “I always do, Hanta.”

He kisses you a few more times before he tickles your neck with his mouth and you can’t really help the elated giggles you let out.

“Go shower, Hanta. You smell like you’re covered in sweat. Your dinner and I will be waiting for you to come back!”

“Of course I smell like sweat. I am covered in sweat.”

He stalks off grumbling. All he wants to do is hold you and kiss you. He supposes a quick rinse won’t hurt. After all, making you pleased is one of his favorite things to do.

You’re fussing with your phone when he comes out, a cute little furrow on your brow. He hates it. He wants to get rid of it. He wraps his big arms around you and grunts in your ear, “What are you doing that has you so worked up, princess?”

You yelped and threw your phone when you felt his arms encircle you.

“N-nothing, Hanta. It's nothing…”

He quirks a perfectly sculpted brow at you. “Yeah? Then why did you throw your phone? Are you being… naughty, puppy?

Your insides are vibrating in anticipation. “No, no. Of course not, Hanta. Someone just sent me an article about that asshole at the press conference and I didn't want you to see…”

He tchs at you. “Enough of that shit, princess. I don't want to deal with any of that bullshit for the rest of the night. Alright? I’ll deal with the consequences tomorrow, at the agency. Right now the only thing I want is…”

He's attacking your neck with such an intense vigor you can’t help but moan out.

“B-but, Hanta… your food is getting cold!”

He licks a stripe up your neck before nipping at it; making you squeal in response.

“Actually, I have everything I need in my arms right now.

He manhandles you so your ass is directly on top of his hard cock, “This is the only thing I need tonight, puppy. Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes, yes sir. I'll be whatever you want me to be, Hanta.”

He groans at how good you are to him and presses your body down so he can watch himself rub his cock against your sweet, little ass.

“You look so good bent over like this for me, don’t you, princess?”

“Gimme more, Hanta. Please, missed you so much all day…”

He releases you from his hold and you're about to whine out for him to come back.

“Shut up. Go in the room and strip for me, yeah? Gonna make you feel so good, angel. Promise.”

You're dashing away from him before he can blink and he laughs loudly at your eagerness. You've always been such a good girl for him. It makes your heart beat faster hearing how happy you can make him just by listening to his instructions.

Sero waits a bit, smashes a bottle of water in the hopes it'll give you enough time to be stripped and waiting for him. He doesn't want to punish you tonight. Sometimes he enjoys it. But tonight, he just wants you to be his sweet, obedient little puppy. His cock throbs at the thought of you taking him like the good little bitch you are.

He slowly makes his trek to your shared bedroom, salivating at imagining what you look like waiting for him. It's even better than he could have hoped for. You're on your knees, in the middle of your bed wearing absolutely nothing with a sweet smile on your precious face.

“Baby… don’t you just look so pretty for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

God, he loves when you're like this. So sweet; so willing to please. To do whatever debauched thing he wants you to do.

“Come here, angel.”

You slowly remove yourself from the bed and walk so slowly over to him. Basking in the way his eyes trail all over your body.

He smirks devilishly down at you, “This all for me, puppy?”

You look away from his eyes with a sweet blush adoring your cheeks, “Of course, Hanta. It's only ever for you.”

“Place your hands against the window, sweetheart.”

You can’t do anything but obey. You're absolutely quivering in excitement. Sex with Sero is always such an exerience. He's always so good to you.

He drops to his knees and spreads your cheeks so he can see your cunt tighten around nothing.

“Wow, puppy. You're dripping. You're a nasty little thing, aren't you?”

There is no time for you to reply when you feel his face so close to your cunt. And he inhales. Fuck. its so embarassing but it always makes you so fucking wet.

He moves you up a little bit so you can feel his warm tongue on your clit.

He flicks his tongue on it before he's shoving it inside as far as he can get it. Just because he likes to feel you clench on it. He takes one of his fingers and starts softly rubbing your clit and the reaction is instant. You're clenching down so hard he thinks you're gonna trap his tongue inside you forever.

“M-more, Hanta. Give me more…”

Who is he to deny you when you're asking him so sweetly? He starts to rub figure 8’s onto your clit, putting only the slightest bit of extra pressure on it. It’s driving you insane. You want more.

“More, Hanta! Before I-”

And then he stops. Tears stream down your face when he moves away and you look down at him when you see the look on his face.

“What was that, puppy? Was that a threat? You're supposed to be my good girl, and here you are acting like a fucking brat. I was ready to devour your sweet cunt just the way you like it, but I guess I can't even do that. Such a shame.”

“W-wait, Hanta. I’m s-”

“Ah, ah, ah. Too late for apologies, sweetheart. I wanted to take my time, but I guess I'll just have to take what I want instead.”

Now, sometimes. You love when Hanta takes his time. When he builds you up, up, and up. And the other times, you love when he just takes what he wants with you. Does he make you come? Sure. but he makes himself come first. There is something so utterly, so undeniably sexy about your sweet, precious hero using you like a cock sleeve.

Youre dripping down your thighs, it’s a nasty mess and sero fucking loves it. He strips down to nothing and forces your body around so you're facing him. You look so cute and fucked out waiting for him to shove his fat cock in your pussy. You're biting your lip, looking at him up and down. Staring so longingly at his cock.

“What are you staring at my dick for? Acting like you don’t know I'm about to shove this whole thing inside you, huh, sweetheart?”

“You’re just so pretty, Hanta… I can't help myself sometimes.”

He chuckles at how cute you can be. Even when he's about to wreck your cunt.

Sero makes his way over to you; lightly grazing his hard cock around your soaking pussy lips.

“F-fuck, Hanta, you feel so good…”

“Yeah? Of course I do. It’s not about you right now though, is it, puppy?”

You blink up at him, unseeing. All you can think about is how nice his cock feels gliding against your pussy lips. He grabs one of your legs and puts it over his arm. You look so happy, so eager to please him it makes his tip drip with pre.

With no warning at all he slides his dick inside you as slowly as possible. You want him to shove it in rough, all at once. He knows this. Which is why he takes his sweet time. Watching your face twist in pleasure.

“Hanta, you're so big, please…”

“Can you shut up? For once?”

He grabs your other leg to go over his other arm and presses your back against the cold glass.

He’s unmoving. Feeling your cunt clench around him. Knowing how bad you want him to move. He doesn't give two fucks.

“I’m going to ruin you right here. Against this window. Above the world. This is my cunt, you know? I don't care how fast or hard you want me to go. I'm going to use you however I see fit. And there's absolutely nothing you can do about it, puppy.”

You clench down on him so tight he can’t help but let out a loud moan.

“You're disgusting, you know that? What kind of bitch gets off on the fact that she's about to be used like the whore she is. From a hero no less. You're nasty. Filthy.”

You whisper just loud enough for him to hear, “Of course I'm getting off to the fact that my hero wants to use my cunt.”

He slowly moves his hips, feeling the slick of your cunt. It glides so nicely around him he can’t help but fall in love with how good it feels.

“Such a nasty whore, taking my cock raw. You love it don’t you? Can you feel me, puppy? Can you feel me deep inside your guts?”

You can't think, you can't see. All you can do is focus on the feeling of him stretching you out to your limits. It feels so fucking good you might pass out.

You're drooling and he laughs at how fucked you look.

“I havent even done anything and youre dumb and drooling for it already? You're sick, puppy.”

He moves a little faster, and he can’t understand why it feels so good. Why does your cunt feel like heaven wrapped around him? He wants to obliterate your insides.

He walks you over to the bed without ever removing his cock from inside you. The way he is so strong that lifting you is nothing for him.

He throws you on the bed and you look up at him in confusion, wondering why his cock isnt nestled inside you.

He grabs you by the legs and yanks you over to him and enters you in one thrust.

He places your ankles on his shoulders and starts pounding you into the mattress.

He's moving in and out with such a brutal pace you're sure you're seeing stars.

“You love this don’t you? Love when I abuse your little cunt like nothing else matters? Love when I hit you so deep you can feel it in your throat.”

“Yes, yes, yes, Hanta. Love it so much, love your cock..”

“Yeah, puppy? Love when I fill you to the brim with my come, don't you? Want to be my little breeding bitch, don’t you princess?”

“Fuck, god, yes Hanta, please. Love feeling you come so deep inside me I cant even fucking reach it..”

“Yeah, princess? You love feeling it seep out of you, don’t you, angel?

You're sure you're trying to speak. It's coming out in garbled noise. He's hitting you so deep you're sure he's bruising your insides. It feels so good, his cock hits every spot it can. He's hitting your g spot with expert precision. You're clenching around him so tightly he’s sure he's going to burst at the seams.

He leans back to spit on your clit and starts rubbing it furiously.

“You gonna come for me, huh? Come on my cock like the good little bitch you are?”

You're about to moan out a yes, Hanta when he presses down just a little too hard on your clit and your eyes flash white. He keeps rubbing your it, keeps absolutely demolishing your cunt, extending your orgasm for as long as he can. He keeps going even after you're done, even after there are tears in your eyes telling him, “it’s too much, Hanta, too much” and he doesnt stop until he fills your cunt to the absolute brim with his come.

He collapses on top of you, completely exhausted from the day and his orgasm.

“Hanta,” you’re whining and smnacking him, “you’re heavy, get the fuck off before you kill me!”

He laughs at your indignant whining and slowly pulls out of you. He watches as you try to stop his come from seeping onto the bedsheets.

“Here, let me.”

And he pushes it all back inside you and grins wolfishly at the moan you let out.

“Hanta, please… let's go take a bath?”

He takes his fingers out of you and quirks an eyebrow at you waiting for you to open your mouth.

You do it obediently; sucking his come off of his fingers, making sure they're nice and clean like the good girl you are.

“Yeah, princess. We can do whatever you want.”

You smile so brightly at him, he's sure it rivals the stars.

“I love you, Hanta.”

“I love you more, princess.”

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[stollengoods]

Male Reader POV

Introduction:

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The kissed deepened as he pulled you onto Beomgyu's bed with him. He left a trail of kisses down your neck and then lifted the lower half of your tank top to continue it. You wiggled a bit in his grasp, giggling.

He looked up, a smile of amusement dancing on his lips, "I'm sorry, does it tickle?"

You lightly nodded your head, returning the smile, your cheeks a bit red from embarrassment. "You're so cute." He mumbled giving you a smirk as he removed your shorts and pulled down your underwear.

Your cheeks flushed as you saw your member bounce out, you guys have only been kissing and you were already so hard. He kissed around the tip before sucking on it. You tried to still your hips but couldn't help but to buck up into his plump pillowey lips.

He didn't seem to mind as he inched lower onto your cock, when he reached the base of it you ran your fingers through his hair as he began to bob his head. In order to stay quiet you bit your bottom lip with your teeth, the only sound that could be heard is the bed creaking a bit but it wasn't too loud to cause any concern.

Suddenly Yeonjun stopped and you looked down at him as his head was facing towards the bathroom. Then you realized there wasn't any water running and caught on to why he was acting strange.

"Shit." You muttered, sitting up in the bed hiking up your underwear along with your pants. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Yeonjun roll off the bed and hurriedly make his way into the closet.

The door opened, with Beomgyu's lower half wrapped in a towel. He smiled when he saw you on his bed and walked towards it as he rubbed another smaller towel against his hair.

He sat down next to you and laid his head on your shoulder with a sigh. You leaned part of your head on top of his closing your eyes with a sigh as well.

"What's this?" You heard Boemgyu chuckle and then cup your clothed dick. Your eyes blinked open with a low moan as Boemgyu began kissing your neck.

You pulled on his towel and could feel him smirk against your neck. He removed his hand from you and undid his towel while you removed your clothing. Once done, you began preping yourself by wetting your fingers with your saliva and then inserting them while stroking yourself.

"I got you baby, just turn around and let me take care of you."

You eagerly nodded your head and got on all fours, you heard him open and shuffle through his drawer before hearing a click and the drawer shutting. His fingers were cold as they circled your asshole and you shivered.

He gripped your hip before inserting two fingers instead of one and you cursed under your breathe as he began moving them around. He quickly added one more making you whine in pleasure.

"You ready baby?"

"Mmmhmp, yes, please~"

Your arms gave out beneath you when he inserted himself inside. The covers muffled your moans and it was getting hard to breathe so you turned your head to the side and jumped a little bit when you saw eyes peering back at you through the slits in one of the closets doors.

Beomgyu massaged one of your ass cheeks, "You good baby?"

"Y-yes." You replied breathlessly.

He smacked your ass cheek, "Yes, what baby?"

You jolted forward a bit, the sting of the hit making you choke on your words. He gripped the back of your head by your hair which caused you to moan very loudly and lowered himself to whisper in your ear, "Baby you don't want to get me angry."

"Yes s-sir." You squeaked.

He released your hair and you fell forward not even bothering to catch yourself as he railed into you relentlessly. You looked over at the closet again and could see Yeonjun still watching you guys, from the look in his eyes he looked pissed like you were cheating on him instead of the other way around. You knew he wouldn't do anything about though because he didn't want to blow his cover and you loved it.

The whole situation had your head spinning and body shaking. You came undone all over his sheets but Beomgyu didn't seem to notice as he kept chasing his high.

You began drooling onto the sheets as he pounded into you. He suddenly pulled out and instructed you to turn around. You did as told and held out your tongue for him to finish on.

Afterwards he kissed your lips, "I love you baby."

You smiled into the kiss, "I love you too baby."

"Could you grab me a water, please I'm so thirsty." You chuckled.

"Of course." He placed a quick kiss on your lips before getting up from the bed and out the bedroom door. Once the door shut, the closet door opened and Yeonjun grabbed your hand leading you into the bathroom.

He locked the door and turned on the shower, confused you just watched him. "What are y-"

His lips crashed into yours as he began unbuckling his pants. Once they fell to the floor along with his underwear, he knocked you to your feet and grabbed a fist full of your hair. You began sucking him off as he yanked your head back and forth.

Your eyes instantly began watering but he didn't stop until you could feel a warm liquid shoot down your throat. You pulled off with a pop and went over to the shower to turn it off.

"I'll bring him into the living room and text you when you can come out." You whispered to him and he nodded before leaning in to kiss your lips again, slipping in a little tongue before you walked out the door, shutting it behind you.

You saw Beomgyu laying on the bed and he patted the space next to him with a smile. You sat next to him and he handed the bottle to you, "Didn't you just take a shower?" He asked taking a sip from the bottle as well, "Why aren't you wet?"

You made a face, "Because I dried off?"

He tilted his head to the side, "I can understand that but your hair isn't wet..."

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