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sphireath-wisp · 5 months

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#Amator

Sypnosis: Things they love doing for you - no matter how ridiculous it is, no matter how terrible they are at doing it, no matter how many failed attempts it costs them, no matter how much time and energy it eats up of their day, no matter how much it inconvenienced them.

Warnings: not proofread (as usual)

Notes: The word 'amateur' originates from the word 'amator' which is Latin for lover/to love/love. An interpretation of it could be to do something for the love of it, to do something simply because you love it. Amateurs at loving learning how to love and loving no matter how horrible they are at it.

Featuring: Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage x GN! Reader

Michael Kaiser - who plans dates beforehand as he learns more about you, who loves being cheesy and romantic, with flowers and decorations so extravagant that they could be considered tacky.

Kaiser, oh Kaiser. He never fails to surprise and keep you on your toes. He doesn't care when you've grown a 6th sense for whatever he's scheming because it just proves that you've spent a lot of time with him - so much to the point where you recognise that smirk on his face the moment he's planning something.

With a bouquet of your favourite flowers, he masks how he's simply a bundle of nerves - all jittery and antsy - with his usual charming grin. Kaiser ponders if this is enough for you, if this date was too sudden, if he got you a big enough bouquet, but his doubts wash away when your skin meets his. Your kisses leave him breathless, his mind goes blank and the only thought he could process is how he wants more.

"Too much?" He repeats after you, laughing at the idea that something like this is too much when he was just worrying that this wasn't enough to wow you just moments ago. If this is too much, you have no other choice than to get used to it. Get ready for your whole world to be shaken by him since he'll swoop you off your feet without an ounce of hesitation.

"Meine Liebe, this isn't too much," he's firm, confident as usual. He knows that he means every word. Tucking a strand of your hair away from your pretty face, he doesn't realize the way his smile grows.

Perhaps that's what makes him so naturally charming about him - how he's so romantic and old-school it almost makes you want to barf. Cheesy love letters, dancing at midnight in the kitchen alongside an empty bottle of wine, symphonies of hums and laughter fill the room.

When you fall in love with him even deeper, he notices, yet not a word is uttered - no teasing or playful bantering tonight. Good, keep looking at him like that, you're always so enchanting to the point where he'd do this all over again to get another look at your lovestruck face.

Sae Itoshi - whose thoughts are constantly being eaten up by you despite the minimal chances you both get to bask in each other's presence, who poorly imitates the example of so-called 'romantic gestures' until he becomes good at it.

He finds himself at the front step of a local flower shop, mind consumed by you even during his morning jogs. With a hesitant step into the shop, teal eyes wander every bouquet on display. Frequently, his teammates would buy gifts such as this for their significant others, so you would like it if he did the same... right?

Sae is quick to learn that he should prepare something to say beforehand.

"Oh, you bought this for me?" You ask aloud, a little stunned by the sudden act. "Mm," is all Sae replies with, calmly passing you the bouquet. You clasp it in your hands with a touch much more gentle compared to his.

"Thank you, sweetheart," You croon the endearing term you assigned him, something only you call him, something only he allows you to call him, and something that he's grown fond of. Silence sits in the air as he sits down across from you, the piping hot cup of coffee you never fail to prepare for him on the table.

"Something wrong?"

"...Nothing."

"Sae... I can tell when something is on your mind." a sigh, "It's okay. Take your time to open up to me."

He pauses. Scratching the back of his neck, his gaze flickers between you and the cup of coffee. "Sorry, things became awkward all of a sudden. I bought you that bouquet impulsively."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "I don't mind. If that's how you want to show me that you love me, that isn't wrong either. There's no wrong way to love." The rain outside gets heavier, the sound of rain hitting the windows filling the room as you inch your hands closer to his.

"What's your favorite flower?" Sae speaks up, eyes stuck your hands when they encase his, fingers re-exploring every crease of his palm. "I never got to ask before." A newfound determination can be found in the firm grip he has on you, spine straightening.

"I don't have a favorite but I guess... orchids." You grin, "You just bought me orchids after all."

Seishiro Nagi - who's always on your side, who learns your non-verbal cues

"Wow, you're so capable," Your friend sighs, sarcasm evident in their tone. Eyes rolling as you nudge them, laughing along and apologizing. Leaving your bag with Nagi, you turned and made your way back to your apartment - which wasn't so far away.

"Jeez, if we're late, this is going to be all their fault," Your friend leans their weight on one leg, shaking their head in disappointment. "Gosh, they're so forgetful, it's annoying sometimes."

"(Name) just forgot, no big deal," Nagi murmured to your friend. He finds his mood souring when they criticise you, jaw clenching unconsciously at their words when he's usually so nonchalant about things. "We rushed 'em too," he continues, failing to notice how adamant he is about defending you.

"I'm just saying,"

Nagi's usual frown deepens by a bit as he bites the inside of his cheek.

Noticing the stifling tension in the air, your friend opens their mouth but eventually purses their lips in thought, deciding to hold back their retorts. "...Should we just go first? I don't wanna be late. Plus, (Name) knows the way there anyway."

"You go, 'm gonna wait for (Name)," Nagi sits down on a bench, placing your bag on his lap and hugging it to his chest. He doesn't notice when your friend has turned heel and left - or rather, he doesn't really care enough to notice. By the time you find him, he's on his phone and busy playing games.

You tap him on the shoulder. "Where's (Friend's Name)?" He shrugs. "Left first."

"Oh..." Your tone dips.

"Upset?" He notices.

You nod your head, "Kinda."

"It's okay," he replies. What you assume to be a half-hearted attempt at consoling you works out splendidly when he pulls you into a hug. "Don't worry about them, let's go. We could even ditch them and go home if you wanna."

Reo Mikage - who doesn't believe in being 'desperate' when you're too in love with someone to care, who can't believe you when you tell him that he's your dream guy.

"Another one?! I live in an apartment, not a garden, Reo!" An exasperated sigh escapes you, but you can't stay mad at him for long when puppy dog eyes stare back at you. A wide grin spreads on his face, entering your house as if it were his own as he settles the bouquet down on your coffee table.

Since starting your relationship, Reo has insisted on being a gentleman - opening doors for you, carrying your stuff, and learning more about you and your struggles once you're comfortable enough to open up to him. As if he wasn't enough of a dreamboat and too lucky of a catch for you, he never fails to send you flowers every week.

Even on the weeks he's busy, he'll have them delivered, even profusely apologizing because he couldn't meet you face-to-face even though the gesture alone made your heart melt. He excels at everything, and charming you is one of the things he's particularly good at.

"Are they becoming a hassle for you, babe?" Reo asks, strolling around to realize that you've built up quite the collection of flowers. "I could rent out somewhere for you to keep them all."

"That's too much. Plus, I like having them here," He nods at your words, taking quick notice of the sticky note you attached to the stem of each bouquet - keeping track of which date he gave these flowers to you on.

"Are you sure? You don't have to keep them all. Throw them out if you have to."

"Positive. I can somewhat garden now thanks to you."

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cosmichahn · 2 months

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BEWITCHED

Melissa Schemmenti x Fem!Reader —☆

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ about: melissa only expected for her friday evening to go as always, but plans change when she sees you crying on the sidewalk

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ warning/s: mild cursing

ִִֶֶָָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ word count: 4.7k

ִִֶֶָָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ note/s: first time writing for mel, might be a bit rusty but i really enjoyed writing this and hope you guys enjoy reading! lyrics from bewitched and from the start by laufey mentioned. (i also have not watched the new episodes yet so yeah)

The parent evening at Abbott Elementary just ended, as every teacher and every parent went their separate ways. Everyone but you who left about an hour earlier than everyone. No one knows why, no one dared to ask when you rushed out of the building after cleaning up your classroom and grabbing your bag. Not even a goodbye like you always do, especially to Melissa who grew worried because of this; but she decided not to call you, especially how it seemed as though you wanted some time alone.

Your movement wasn’t harsh, nor was it rough. It was more of a quiet rush that might as well be considered worse than an angry one.

Melissa says her goodbyes to her co-workers before setting off to go home. She looks at her phone set up on the side with an attached stand to it, pondering on whether she should call you and ask how you are or perhaps not. You’ve only been at Abbott for a year, and in that year, Melissa grew very fond of you. There was just something about you she couldn’t pinpoint in the beginning, not until one of her kids came rushing to her crying and asking for you, for some reason. You started as an aide just to see if the teaching position would fit you at Abbott after about four years of teaching experience in a different state.

When you were Melissa’s aide, her days never ended up being exhausting. You were a breath of fresh air and really helped her around the classroom; with managing two classes at once, it’s not an uncommon occurrence for Melissa to stress herself out. Eventually, you’ve come to apply for an official teaching role at Abbott to teach 6th grade Biology after 2 and a half months of being an aide. It was perfect since the last Biology teacher just straight up gave up and signed up for a resignation; which is a bad image given that it kind of shows the students a message that they may not be worthy enough to stay for since that said teacher left to go to Addington. It’s great that you’re qualified for the teaching role and Ava, especially, was thankful for that.

The redhead drives over the street, her mind only occupied with next week's lesson plans that she should finish on Sunday. Thankfully she’s already done with grading papers. As her mind wanders, she comes across someone familiar on the street, tears pouring down. She stops her car immediately near the familiar broken down car whose owner is the person crying in front of her. You.

Upon noticing the sudden warmth of someone’s presence, you look up only to feel embarrassed, so you quickly wipe off the tears that already stained the bottom of your shirt used for wiping them off. You have the mascara stained from all the tears, and the lipstick that smudged just right on the side of your lips. This is an ugly cry that you never want anyone to see, but Melissa is the exception. You don’t mind her.

She looks at you with not pity, but worry. Wiping off the dust and small grains of dirt she can get off beside where you are, Melissa takes a seat, trying not to be too close to you so you can have enough space to be comfortable or not feel too crowded. “Hon, what happened?” Her voice is so smooth that it sounds like the only symphony you can listen to for the rest of your existence. She looks at you, her eyes speaking more emotion than her words, as always.

“It’s nothing, really.” You sniffle your runny nose in between words that shake your voice and tone. “Just a mishap, but thanks.” Your eyes meet hers, giving her a light chuckle which makes her raise her eyebrow.

“You know me enough not to believe this stunt.” She slightly tilts her head towards you, crossing her arms. Melissa knows you too well upon the year she spent with you at Abbott. She knows when you’re being all bullshit. This is one of those times.

You look at your lap, then your hands that had small stains of black from that mascara that you wore today. “Fine, it’s something. But it’s not really that big of a deal, Mel.” Your gaze turns to her. “It’s just a parent being a parent.”

“Seeing you like this doesn’t make it feel like it’s a small deal.” Melissa isn’t always one for being interested so quickly towards someone, but you just managed to intrigue her the more she knew about you.

In defeat, you tell her what happened; but you feel guilty upon telling her all of this. For whoever up there’s sake, this is only your second year at Abbott and you’re already dropping a bucket worth of tears over one comment a parent made for the first time in your whole career. “One of the parents, um, she called me a terrible teacher because her son was struggling with something and all I really did was help her son out but she wasn’t listening to what I was saying and blamed it all on me.” Talking about your problems really has always been the catapult to a breakdown that you can never find a way to stop. “She blamed it all on me that her son’s grades weren’t high enough, when he has always excelled in all of his subjects. He’s on the verge of burning out, and I’m just trying to help him, Mel.”

“She thinks her son’s grades aren’t enough, when they’re high and he already reached his goal. The mother is so strict but I can’t speak on it because I am not the parent, I am only the one who teaches and calculates the grades. I don’t make the grades, I just help the students achieve the grade they want. She called me terrible. A terrible teacher. I have never been called that and I feel so bad, so guilty, and sensitive, for feeling this way about it. About what she said. And I’m sorry for dumping all of this on you when you’re handling two classes at once, you’re incredible, and I know how stressed you are at times. I care about you a lot.”

Melissa thinks before she speaks, signaling if she can touch you and you nod in response; and so she places her arm around your shoulder, pulling you in with a small apologetic smile. “Some parents really are like that, and unfortunately we can’t exactly do anything about it other than have a quiet and listening conversation with our student.” You hold onto her other hand, feeling her squeeze yours in comfort. “And you don’t have to apologize for feeling this way. No apologies to me, we all have our own experiences, hon.” Melissa removes her arm around you, where she is now holding both of your hands in hers. You melt under her touch, she brings you warmth. She’s the beaming sun that lifts up your glow. “Your feelings aren’t any less. I care about you too, I care a lot.”

You only mumble a quiet thank you to her, letting go of her hands before moving closer and burying your face on her neck, feeling the warmth she had to offer. The comfort her presence gave you was enough to recharge from a tiring day. “Thank you so so much, Mel.” The warmth Melissa gave not only came from her natural body temperature, but also the sudden contact of you leaning into her this close that sent up sparks in her mind and caused her to grow a blush she couldn’t take away.

Melissa places her right hand on your back, leaning her head on yours, before whispering “Anything for you, cara.”

“You’re so nice to me, Mel.” You whisper with a small chuckle, feeling her heart beating, feeling it speed up. “I never knew that something I would say is enough to make your heart crazy.”

“Great assumption you got there.” Melissa jokes, lifting your face off her shoulder. You looked a mess with your smudged makeup, and yet still she was enchanted by you; to her you were still beautiful as always, and she was glad that you felt comfortable being in states like this around her. She keeps your trust the way you take care of hers.

“No use in lying to me when I look like a mess.” You shrug your shoulders, feeling the tension of your feelings cool down and feel lighter. She only playfully rolls her eyes and chuckles at you.

You never denied your attraction towards Melissa, but that’s something she doesn’t know. Something you never had the guts to tell her; you were just scared, confused as to how and why would she date someone like you. Someone younger, obsessed with movies, and could talk about anything and everything within every second of the day. You’ve seen how Melissa acts when Jacob starts yapping about something, but then if you’re the one doing it, she never scolds or avoids you when you talk about your interests even though she doesn’t get most of them. Melissa could just be really friendly to a selected number of people, and you’re lucky enough to be one of those people; that’s one of the main reasons as to why you’d rather not express your romantic feelings for her.

Melissa is too important to you. She’s your friend first before all.

“Why are you even stopped here anyway?” Melissa questions, looking at your car parked on the side near hers.

Embarrassed, you answer her with a small hint of nervousness “Well, you see, I ran out of gas.” You also realize your inability to head home because you remember now that you left your house keys on the desk right before you rushed out of the school a while ago. “Shit! I left my house keys in the school. Son of a bitch.”

Your evening after that parent situation really isn’t going how you want it to. First, you forget your apartment keys in a school that’s already locked, and second, your car is out of gas. You have nowhere to go and nowhere to sleep in, until an idea pops up in mind, but Melissa had another idea. “You can always stay at my-”

“I can call Janine and ask her if I can stay.” You say in full confidence, remembering how Janine once offered for you to stay at her place if ever that there were any cases of unfortunate occurrences. But instead of Melissa agreeing and knowing it’s better for you to stay at Janine’s, she reacts differently.

“No! I meant you can stay at my place.” This peaks the curiosity in you. A year of being friends with Melissa, and yet you’ve never been to her house before, surprisingly.

“As tempting as that offer is, I don’t want to be in the way of your weekend.” You say. Melissa only scoffed and shook her head with endearment. “And I do know how much you cherish your privacy.”

“That’s nonsense, sweetheart. You’re an exception.” Before you can say anything, Melissa stands up to open her car, making sure that you follow. “I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer, by the way.” She’s pretty persuasive. Pretty and persuasive. She smirks at you as she waits for your approach; she leans on the car and crosses her arms with the keys dangling on her finger. “We both had a tiring day, so a little wine wouldn’t hurt too, right?”

You nod with excitement, looking back at your car while approaching Melissa’s. “Don’t worry, we can get back tomorrow. I have a guy that can help with your car without hassle.” Thankfully, the area where you stopped your car when it ran out of gas was a safe space. Knowing this part of Philly, it surely is more peaceful. Melissa is so thoughtful and just the sweetest, when what she always does, at least to you, is what you think of as something like the bare minimum or just something she does to her close friends. You’re not that special to her, as to what you think; but to her, you’re more than that.

Before leaving off with Melissa, you first check over your car just to grab your things. “Let me just get some stuff from my car. I don’t want any important things gone.” She nods as you head off, unlocking the back of the vehicle and grabbing some things. You take your files filled with student papers you need to check off and grade, then in front of the car is your bag with all of the pens you use and essentials. You double check to lock the door then look over to Melissa. “Well, it seems like we’re both gonna be occupied.” You say, showing her the very thick file folder you have.

“We can grade papers and drink wine.” She suggests, and all you can imagine is grading papers on the table together with Melissa’s glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose, hair up in a loose bun with a wine glass in hand and the smell of her lingering in her home. She holds your hand every so often after taking a sip of her wine and you brush a strand of hair off her face while she smiles at you and thanks you. That is all an image in your head.

“Sounds like a fun evening.” Is all you can say in reply.

As you approach her car, Melissa opens the door for you and you quickly thank her for it. The car ride was comfortable and quite fun. It’s not your first time riding in Melissa’s car, and usually she leads playing music in the car, but she actually lends you the aux cord from time to time. You connect your device to the speaker and radio in her car, where you then blast one of Laufey’s songs; a fairly recent artist that Melissa denied when you first played it around her, but she soon grew fond of the artist knowing that you loved listening to her music a lot.

Melissa would always find herself looking the artist up just so she could be reminded of you when she listens to it. It just for some reason makes her feel closer to you whenever she engages with things you love.

“You bewitched me.” You sing along the rhythm, slightly bopping your head to the light and magical tone of the song. Melissa quietly glances at you, a smile growing on her lips upon adoring the sight, before looking back on the street. “From the first time that you kissed me.” The lyrics catch Melissa, causing her to swallow the invisible lump in her throat. “To experience this song is to make my life complete.” You joke, not imagining anyone to dance to this song with other than Melissa.

Upon hearing this, Melissa wanted you to kiss her under the bustling lights of an evening in Philly. She wanted to lean in and whisper how much she wanted to keep you in her heart. She wanted to be the one who makes you bewildered, bewitched.

“Well, if I ever get the time to buy her vinyl, that would also be an alternate way to complete my life.” You shrug, chuckling.

But I’m falling so badly, I’m coming apart. The song continues. You cast me a note, cast a spell on my heart.

Melissa takes a quick glance over the radio. Well, you’re right about that. She thinks to herself, indulging the lyrics of the sweet yet whimsical song.

“Not the first time you’ve talked about the artist.” She looks over to you through the front mirror, noticing the embarrassed chuckling you let out. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I think it’s cute.”

“Thanks, Mel. People don’t really engage with me when I talk about things I love.” You look over at her with an endearing smile. “But thankfully I have you, don’t I?”

“I talk about firefighters to you a lot, hon. I think we’re even.” She laughed quietly. “And you really love the food I make.” In all honesty, there’s a mix of excitement and nervousness in Melissa right now. It’s your first time both going to her house and staying over there for the weekend. Is the sink cleared? Will there be time to whip up a quick meal? Is her bedroom clean? Wait, you’re sleeping in her bedroom? On the same bed as her? Unless you don’t want to, she’ll just sleep on the couch. Melissa’s mind just shuffled.

You notice that Melissa kind of dozes off, so you try to catch her attention. “Mel, you good?” Waving off your hand beside her, until you catch her attention.

“I’m good. Just thinking of something.” You quirk an eyebrow making an attempt to guess, but trying not to push it much as for Melissa to not get frustrated.

You remember the vending machine guy that the Abbott crew would always mention to Melissa. Given that he leaves hints that he likes her. This happens way after they forget to tease you and Melissa for being close. Although there’s some sort of jealousy that flows through you whenever this happens, it’s not really something you can do anything about, given that perhaps Melissa feels the same for him too. “Ooo, is it Gary?” You tease.

Melissa shakes her head quickly. “No, that’s not- he’s not-”

“Oh! My bad, sorry.” You apologize but she denies this apology, saying that there’s nothing to apologize for.

The next moments were filled with comfortable silence, as you then start humming to the next song playing.

Don’t you dare look at me that way; I don’t need reminders of how you don’t feel the same.

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Shortly afterwards, you arrived at Melissa’s place, seeing the beautiful interior displayed right in front of you. She looks at you adoring her house, with only the luminescence of the neighboring houses and the moon lighting up your face. “Beautiful.” Melissa compliments.

She leads you to the door, unlocking it while you stand behind her, carrying the file folder and your bag. You’re greeted by a well decorated living room and several photo frames across the walls and the side tables. “You can just place your things on the couch and I’ll whip us up something to eat for dinner and maybe a snack while grading. That sound good?”

You nod in response, carefully placing your things on the couch that’s still covered by plastic, but that’s okay. It’s very Melissa, quite as you think.

“You know, Schemmenti, you’re all heart and passion.” You say, following her to the kitchen. Melissa manages to short circuit after what you just said, trying to mentally fix her composure.

“Flattery doesn’t work around here. Sorry, Sweetheart.” She shakes her head with a soft chuckle before turning to you and leaning on the counter. “And besides, you’re not helping in the kitchen, but you can sit there and look pretty.”

Compliments like these are common between you and Melissa. Both of you appreciate and care for each other’s everything; even when Melissa’s stress and temper gets a hold of herself, or when you go quiet from being too overwhelmed. “Funny, but I do need to fix this face.” You point at the several faded marks of makeup on your face, making Melissa walk towards you and offer to take you upstairs where the bathroom is.

She points to the bathroom then leaves you there, with the idea going across her mind that you probably don’t have any spare clothes to change into to be able to sleep comfortably. Due to this, while you’re getting yourself clean in the bathroom, Melissa gets an old Eagles shirt that she found in her closet and a pair of sweats she never uses. She knocks on the bathroom door with the clothes hanging on one of her arms. “I got you some clothes, hon.” She says, and you reply to her with thanks. “Just let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you so much, Mel.” You open the door and thank her, carefully taking the neatly folded clothes from her arm.

You soon finish freshening up, looking at yourself all fixed up in the mirror with the change of clothes on. The Eagles shirt smells exactly the way Melissa does, and you take it in, feeling as though she’s with you right now. The scent fills you with comfort and warmth you don’t want to stop feeling.

Upon arriving at the kitchen, you’re greeted with a quick meal that Melissa made that’ll surely fill you up for the evening. You wonder how long you took in the bathroom because Melissa is already in a different set of clothes with, just as you thought, her hair in a loose bun. She sees you and the only thought that comes across her mind is ‘Damn’ There was just something about seeing you in her clothes, in her kitchen, even in her car, that felt so domestic. It’s the same thing she feels every time she offers to pick you up from somewhere or when you have lunch ‘dates’ where it’s just the two of you; or when sometimes she asks you to go to the farmer’s market with her, and you ask her to go to music stores and bookstores with her.

Now, you’re here in her house. You’re staying over for the weekend, and she can’t help but just keep herself from getting too attached to the idea of a domestic life with you.

“That looks delicious!” You exclaim, walking towards the counter where Melissa had already set up two stools and two sets of plates.

“You look delicious.” She blurts out which makes you burst out laughing, in mind that she was probably just joking around like always. You playfully punch Melissa’s shoulder, and if anyone were to ever do that to her, she would probably punch them harder, but she only looks at you with her brows furrowed.

You shake your head, “I thought flattery doesn’t work around here.” You sit across Melissa from the counter where you both prepare to eat. It’s filled with silence, before she clears her throat and tells you.

“Delicious doesn’t say it all.” Melissa shrugs, wanting you to take the flirty compliment.

After exchanging a few laughs with each other over dinner, you stop to look at Melissa who just finished laughing at something you said. “I like this side of Melissa Ann Schemmenti.” You rest your chin on your palm, elbow flat on the table with your eyes only to hers. “Anyone who would have the chance to be with you is lucky enough to experience what it feels to have a domestic life with you.” You say without thinking of what this might cause to the aura in the room.

“Well, um, not that it matters when I say it.” You say, feeling your palms grow sweaty by the clock. “I think a domestic and simple life with a partner I love is just a really incredible thing, I mean, I would want that kind of life to be mine. Not that I’m assuming that it’s the same thing you want, of course.” You smile apologetically.

“You think about it a lot?” Melissa asks, intrigued to know more and yet still going back to what you previously said about her. Even though she knows she has feelings for you, it still sits in the back of her mind that she may not be fond of marriage. Especially with things during and after Joe, she’s not sure when, but she knows she’s not ready for anything other than a relationship. No marriage, no union or anything.

But why is it that when she thinks of you, she thinks of marriage? She thinks of a life where she wakes up with you on her side. She gets ready in front of her vanity with your reflection in the mirror adoring her from behind. Walking hand in hand around every corner of town. Giving each other flowers just because you felt like it. Taking care of each other when one’s sick. Talking about everything and nothing at night.

“Marriage? Not a lot, but settling with someone I love? Of course.” You like the topic of it all. You love love; how it’s always there, how it doesn’t always have to be a person, that it can grow in places or on people you don’t expect. To love and be loved is what you want, and have always wanted. “I want to one day be loved. To be held, heard. Be sappy and all. To wake up and do the littlest of things. It doesn’t matter if it’s only a quiet day at home or looking through the grocery list while the sounds of the washing machine bustle in the background.” After that brief monologue, you catch Melissa’s eyes.

“You never know.” She gives you that reassuring and hopeful smile. “That person might just be the one in front of you after all.” Melissa sees the way your expression changes from sentimental to a confused furrowed look that made her eyes widen upon realizing what she had just said.

This makes you think for a bit, your brain split in half. Is she just being helpful with the conversation or is she confessing something. She waits for a response quietly as the two of you silently sit across each other. Does she regret saying this? Is she overthinking things?

“I hope so.” You respond nervously. “Are you saying what I hope you’re saying?” She takes her hand out on the table, hoping for yours to hold hers and you do so.

“I want it to be me.” She holds your hand softly.

“Oh.” The only word that came out of you, not being able to process things immediately. Until this registers in mind. “Oh.” You’re clueless as to how to respond. “I need to pinch myself.” You say before standing up, in which Melissa lets out a soft laugh. “Jesus Christ.” You mumble to yourself.

Melissa stands up to tidy the table, but all you can do is freeze in place. Perhaps this is what really happens when your mind short circuits. She puts the used dishes properly in the sink, before wiping her hands clean where she then walks to stand near you, the counter facing your back as she is now standing in front of you. Only the surface of the counter and Melissa in between your body, with only a shorter distance between herself and you. She walks closer, making you walk back, but the edge of the counter is now sticking to your lower back. Both of her hands are placed on either side of the counter behind you.

You clear your throat, only able to look her right in the eyes. Her lips were right there, ready for you to lean in closer just to feel what you’ve always wanted to feel. Her. The risk is for you to take. No, for the both of you to take.

“May I kiss you?” Before you could receive a vocal response, you feel her lips coming in closer onto yours. With closed eyes, Melissa’s hands make their way up to your hips, then to your waist, which slightly lifts up the shirt you were wearing; and so the coolness of your untouched waist was cooled from her fingertips.

A smile grows from your lips, returning it. The world feels as though it froze around the two of you. She pulls away only to look at you and your stunned and lovesick reaction, not wanting the moment to end before kissing you again. A groan escapes her lips, relief and excitement. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” Melissa mumbles in between kisses.

You swoop in and place both of your hands on her cheeks, feeling the warmth of her face on your palms. She takes a short step back as you lean more into the kiss, giving a light bite on her lower lip where she then smiles softly. “You’re the most beautiful person I have ever seen.” You whisper close to her, feeling her pull you closer by the waist. You’re smitten, and finally, she knows.

Your hands find themselves on Melissa’s shoulders as she pulls you in for a tight hug, her arms snaking around your waist as you rest your head on the crook of her neck.

The world froze around us, you kissed me good night.

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #wlw #melissa schemmenti imagine

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t1ckity-t0ck · 3 months

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hE'S HERE-

I DID IT- I TOLD YA'LL ID DO IT! HERE'S ALMOST 4 MINUTES OF LUDWIG SPINING TO BEETHOVEN'S 6TH SYMPHONY

#Love these vinyls btw... finally have a reason to show em of! It's a box with his 9 symphonies!#Apparently they were made in Germany #hence the in German labels/pamphlet the vinyl box came with in the bg #found them at a thrift shop in good condition... cleaned them and took em home #nintendo #koopalings #koopaling #super mario #ludwig von koopa #lemmy koopa #kamek #HE SPINS HE SPINS HE SPINS HE SPINS HE SPINS

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perplexingluciddreams · 15 days

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Mixed feelings about the "price" of doing Things with autism. And how much sensory overload headaches Suck™️:

Recently I have tried to be brave and do things that connect me to "the real world" more. For example: bedroom door open sometimes, play cards with Mum, listen TV shows or music on out-loud speaker instead of headphones.

The past two days I am extra brave - I even listen music out-loud while in swing! (Today was Beethoven 6th Symphony "Pastoral"). This is a big thing for me.

I am proud of myself, of course. But, man, the sensory overload headaches afterwards are not fun!! Ouch ☹️😡.

For so long I tried to do everything I could to prevent even a teeny tiny bit of overwhelm, because I didn't have enough energy to stim enough to recover from it. It was my only option.

However, I am and always will be constantly dysregulated, which Sucks™️. Anything and everything can make my brain and sensory system go even more doolally than usual. It's just the way it is.

It is good to try and expose myself carefully and gradually to tiny bits of more intense sensory input, I think. At least, I hope it will have a positive long term help.

But, still, I am really fully understanding better now why I used to have such frequent and intense meltdowns every day. My meltdowns really majorly reduced in frequency when I stopped leaving the house, and even more when I (mostly) stopped leaving my bedroom. (Although they did unfortunately get more violent as I get older 🤷🏻‍♂️).

I hate that the price for doing anything I want to do, or anything nice or fun or with other people, is violent meltdowns and aggression behaviours and overwhelm and sensory overload, and *insert any other shitty thing that autism causes*.

And I am so limited by my autism. A lot of times I don't care about this, because I know the Thing would be a horrible experience in reality. But I still yearn to do these things that other people can do - I wish to be able to experience it as a "normal" person would.

It just really kinda sucks. Sometimes I feel left out and left behind. ☹️

It is weird to have such mixed feelings... I am glad and proud that I manage the tiny bit of new/different. But also upset that it comes at such a huge huge price. And that I could never cope with anything more than this tiny amount.

#words from my head #autism #autistic #sensory overload #sensory processing disorder

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spicyveggiesub · 1 year

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[ENG] Revue Starlight -The LIVE- #4 Climax Pamphlet Interview

Happy 6th anniversary to Revue Starlight! I managed to finish translating this interview just in time. Among other fun things, the cast of #4 left a message to each of their characters, and it's very sweet :') Translation under the cut.

Q.1

What do you think the highlight of this play is?

Mimori Suzuko: The brilliance of youth. The anxiety and anticipation of facing the future with graduation just around the corner! This world is huge, so do your best! Don't give up, Stage Girls! Without realizing it, you'll end up wanting to encourage them like that... for sure!

Kadoyama Yoko: After all, it's the Revue. It'll light a fire in the hearts of everyone who has watched and supported the plays up until now, without a doubt!

Ozaki Yuka: The theme is "Climax", so each of the Stage Girls must choose their own futures and part ways with their friends, and personally, I can relate to a lot of the feelings they're going through. Plus, there are interactions between members of the three schools of Seisho, Siegfeld, and Seiran that we haven't seen yet, so it'd be great if you paid attention to that.

Tomita Maho: It's "Climax", so there are a lot of moments that make you feel nostalgic. Please look forward to it! (laughs)

Iwata Haruki: Everyone's different paths! The different thoughts everyone's having with graduation just up ahead... and the Revue this time sure is a sight to see!!

Ikuta Teru: For Futaba, the highlight is that I'm using the most physical strength so far this time...! We're renewing the standard of what makes you feel like "there's no way Starlight can surpass this", and it's really difficult, but I'm able to feel the growth Futaba and I are experiencing together each time we practice, so every day is really fulfilling. I'll charge through with a fighting spirit!!!

Koizumi Moeka: Just like the title, it's loaded with a feeling of "Climax"! In #4, what will the Stage Girls fight against, and how will they overcome it? And there's maybe a Revue that will hit hard for the people who know about the plays so far...?

Q.2

Please tell us about your favorite song or line from the Starlight stage plays so far, as well as any related memories!

Koyama Momoyo: "Gunjou [Ultramarine]" from #2 is super super cool! It's so beautiful!!! Oh... Karen didn't sing in it, but... I watched over everyone from the back during every performance! I remember just itching to join in.

Koizumi Moeka: Through the words I said to Hisame-chan in #2, "It'll be colorful as always", I learned about Nana-chan's middle school days, and it gave me an opportunity to think once more about how Nana felt when she went to Seisho. She loves everyone in Seisho, but she also loves Hisame-chan, who she met in middle school.

Tomita Maho: I think it'd be "3･7･5･1･0", which we sang every time. When I hear it, it makes me feel like, "Stage Starlight is starting!"

Ozaki Yuka: "Grand Symphony", the curtain call song for Siegfeld's first stage play. During each performance, when all of our eyes met, everyone's expressions were brilliant, and I can't forget that moment. With the strong message of the lyric "I've made my decision to live on stage", it's a song that gives me a lot of encouragement.

Nomoto Hotaru: "I'll become the star of everyone's lives!", Yukishiro Akira's line from Delight. It makes me think "she's such an idiot~", but I can't hate her, and I can't help but think that it'll actually come true. I think it's a line that really represents Akira, and I've always loved it.

Itou Ayasa: The song "Position Zero e! [To Position Zero!]" from #1 is catchy, and the acting-like choreography was fun, so it left a deep impression on me. The lyric "I want to aim even higher" was so memorable that I thought the title was "I want to aim higher". (laughs)

Shiina Hekiru: The line "No matter which path you choose to advance on, the curtains of your lives will remain open". Once they enter this industry, these kids in the same class will make different decisions for their lives and go their separate ways. It's up to each person which path they choose, and there's a sight they can only see after they've made that decision.

Q.3

Episodes about your graduation ceremony/memories of graduation

Koyama Momoyo: Just like how Karen looked up to Starlight, I also had a play that I'd admired since I was a child, and the final audition for that play overlapped with my high school graduation ceremony...! I chose the audition, and in the end, I successfully passed. I was set to appear in the play of my dreams! I remember thinking, "You really don't know when your life is going to change, huh..."

Sato Hinata: On the day of my elementary school graduation, I didn't have any stick-on body warmers at home, so I attended with a non-sticky warmer on my stomach, and right before I received my diploma, it fell, and it was so embarrassing. I'll never forget it. I'll also never forget accepting the diploma while gripping the warmer in my right hand.

Haruki Iwata: I happened to be working on my Bachelor's thesis during the #1 revival, and during rehearsals I had everyone from the cast and staff fill out the questionnaire for my thesis...! I graduated thanks to everyone's help!! (laughs)

Mimori Suzuko: On the day of my high school graduation, there was snow piled on the ground, which is rare for March in Tokyo, and before I got to school, I fell on my butt and my skirt was soaked through...! I borrowed a spare skirt from the nurse's office and participated in the ceremony. It was a girls school, but I was popular with my juniors (laughs) so after the graduation ceremony, all of the buttons on my blazer were gone. Even the buttons on my sleeves♪

[T/N: It's a middle/high school graduation tradition for girls to ask guys they like for the second button on their blazer (more here), but if you're as (understandably) popular as Mimorin that extends to the rest of the buttons too.]

Ito Ayasa: I did a homestay abroad for two weeks in March just before graduation, and having stuffed myself full with all the food there before coming back, the photos from my graduation ended up being something incredible (laughs).

Aiba Aina: I remember staying up until midnight putting on flashy false nails, and then waking up at 5 AM to do my hair and makeup by myself as best as I could, but then it was ruined pretty quickly when I cried.

Q.4

A message to the members of your school

Maho Tomita: Every time we spend time together for a play, I realize how truly happy I am spending time creating plays together with all of you! Thank you so much for coming into my life♡

Ikuta Teru: I L O V E Y O U !!!!!!!!!!!!!! LET'S HANG OUT TOGETHER AS NINE AGAIN, OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Aiba Aina: I really can't thank you enough for coming into my life and becoming my friends. Thank you so much. When I couldn't do various things, without caring about anything like age or background, everyone gave advice to everyone, and including the ensemble cast, I just love Seisho's vibes. Let's keep sticking together from now on and forever! J'aime beaucoup tout le monde! [I love all of you so much!]

Nomoto Hotaru: To the Edel juniors. Yuka-chan and I are both doing our best as Edels. Let's stand on stage together as five again.

Kadoyama Yoko: I love you. Let's keep standing on stage together.

Shiina Hekiru: Keep on struggling. And, do not regret the path you have chosen.

Q.5

A message to the character you play

Koyama Momoyo: To Karen. The view I see from the stage with you is always colorful and radiant. I'll work hard to not lose to your brilliance, Karen! From here on as well, let's continue leaping into a yet unseen, beautiful future together! From Momoyo.

Mimori Suzuko: You went off to London without telling Karen again, I see...! The way you always decide where to go based on however you're feeling—I don't have that kind of proactiveness, and it sure is incredible. And the teacher did say that actresses are always selfish, so I think it's a good thing.

Maho Tomita: Let's go eat some yummy baumkuchen next time!!!

Sato Hinata: To Junna-chan. I can still vividly remember the moment we met. Your personality was so similar to mine, and I was a kid who thought it would be easier to give up when I was losing to someone. Since then, over the years, I was able to see many of your expressions, and before I realized it, I had gained courage from you. In order to make a decision, you need to take a big step forward, and in order to take that big step, you need an even larger amount of courage. But, Junna-chan, you taught me that taking that step can allow you to feel how big the world is. Thank you so much!! And let's keep doing our best from here on out! I hope you will continue shining brilliantly on stage with wonderful friends.

Haruki Iwata: I think you're feeling unsure about a lot of things on your new path, but you're a Stage Girl who's many times stronger than you think you are! May you continue shining on stage with strength, lovingly, and beautifully.

Koizumi Moeka: A lot of time has passed since we first met, Nana. I wonder if I've grown a bit since I met you? Up until now and from now on as well, my star is Daiba Nana, you and only you. I'll work even harder in hopes of being able to stand next to you proudly one day. Please watch over me, always.

Aiba Aina: Thank you for always pushing me forward. It's thanks to you, Claudine, that I could meet treasured friends and staff members, and overcome various obstacles! I'm really, truly happy to be able to play you, Claudine. You're "the best woman in the world" in my heart! I'll continue to work hard while looking up to you! Merci♡

Ikuta Teru: Futaba, I truly think you're amazing for deciding to go to Seisho with just a single word from Kaoruko, and then graduating from there and aiming for a new stage with your own will. I'm always learning from your hardworking and single-minded attitude. I'll do my best with all my strength so I won't lose to you! Thanks for always showing me a wonderful view!

Ito Ayasa: With how strong you are at your core, I'm sure you'll be fine no matter where you go from here on, Kaoruko. I'm looking forward to seeing your beautiful dancing in the future as well! Almost as much as Futaba-han is, I'm your number one fan too♡

Nomoto Hotaru: You're wild and free, and just live honestly on the stage, and you're so annoying, but I love you!!

Ozaki Yuka: Michiru, having walked with you thus far, I have so much respect for you and your charming personality that's hard to guess from your appearance. Please allow me to continue portraying your thoughts about acting and feelings about Akira, as dearly as I can. I'll keep working hard and aiming for greater heights in sword fighting, dancing, and acting so you won't be ashamed of me, so even when you're in Germany, let's do our best together♪ I'm worried that people will see you as a kid in Germany, Michiru~(laughs)

Kadoyama Yoko: There are so many people in this world who love you. Be confident and push forward towards your dreams. I will always be on your side.

Shiina Hekiru: You're lucky to have such wonderful students. The things you can pass down to them because you're you—please wrap them up nicely with deep love and strictness.

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#revue starlight #shoujo kageki revue starlight #interviews #yoko's message to hisame made me cry the first time i read it.

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namitha · 1 month

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Your presence, a symphony in my heart, meeting you was a dream fulfilled. Memories linger, eternally grateful for our serendipitous encounter.

//Wednesday 6th March//

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bakudeku4444 · 1 year

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*none of the art in this post is mine. All love goes to the artists who created them. I'm not sure who the artists are.*

🔞 NO MINORS! MINORS DNI!

CHEATING.

Kiba x F!reader

Kakashi x F!reader

Warnings: cheating, jealousy, angst, smut, lactation kink, labor.

Word count: 6.3k

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You were surprised when you opened the door to find the 6th hokage at your doorstep. He was here to inform you that your husband will be on his mission for a couple extra days. Which was a weird lie, and you could tell he was lying. Nonetheless, you invited him in for wine and to talk about why he would be gone for a few extra days.

He claimed that Kiba and Akamaru were having a hard time tracking the scent of Orochimaru. You raised a brow at this. That just wasn't possible. They both had an impeccable sense of smell. You didn't understand what the point was of this visit and the lies.

Next thing you knew, he kissed you with such need that it made you dizzy. He pushed you down against the floor. He caged you in with his arms. You moaned into the kiss, only slightly pushing away.

You had been lonely since Kiba had been going on a lot of missions lately. He was hardly home. Kakashi was stripping you down in seconds. His hands were everywhere. He picked you up as if you weighed nothing.

"Where's the bed?" He asked as he kissed your neck.

You pointed, and he walked towards it. He laid you down on the bed and stripped out his own clothes. He kissed your nipples and down your body. He started lapping at you pussy, until you were wet enough to take him.

"Ah!~ Kashi! Please! I can't take it!~" You cry out as your moans escape from your lips.

"You tell no one. I just... I need this. I've been watching you. I hate seeing you with him. I've been wanting you for a year. I want to feel what he gets to feel. You know why I've been sending him out so much. It's because I have been waiting for you to be so needy that you won't fight me." He says as he lines himself up with your dripping wet hole.

He pushes into you with a long moan and stuttering breath. Your pussy clenching around him as he bottoms out. He knew you two hadn't had a chance to fuck. The most Kiba had time for was to come home, shower, and sleep a couple hours because he was sent out on another mission as soon as Kakashi could come up with one.

Your moans were falling from your lips like a symphony to Kakashi's ears as he snapped his hips into your sweet tight pussy. You felt like you were untouched because of how long it had been since you and Kiba last had sex.

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Kiba was back in the village earlier than expected. His feet were dragging. Akamaru was exhausted. They both just wanted to sleep. He didn't even have the energy to shower. He walked towards you and his home without even lifting his head to greet anyone. His body was aching; he had bruises and new cuts covering his arms and a couple on his face.

All he could think about was being in bed with you, inhaling your scent, and relaxing until the next mission since Kakashi was always coming up with new ones fast. He thought he was only being sent out because he was recognized as good as what he did.

As he got within 50 feet of his home. He could smell you. Your arousal. It was so strong, he had only smelt it that strong when the two of you were fucking. Then, he got a bit closer and smelt male sweat. He growled. He was pissed, heartbroken. His nose never failed him. He knew you were cheating before he even opened the door.

Your moans were so loud he heard them through the front door. He also heard grunts of a male. He walked into the house, and straight to the room with claws out, ready to kill the man fucking his wife. When he saw the man on top of you with a mask down around his throat he was shocked. He ran towards him, and was about to throw him to the ground but was thrown back.

Kakashi wasn't letting anything or anyone stop him from having you the way he has always wanted. When you saw Kiba you froze at first before you started pushing Kakashi away.

"Tsk tsk. No, no, sweetheart. You were so willing until your mutt showed up." His hips were relentless as he grunted and moaned in your ear. You weren't strong enough to throw him off of you.

Kakashi was sucking and biting your neck. He started rubbing your clit. He knew you were close, and so was he. You tried to hold in your orgasm you really did, but you couldn't. Your back arches, a loud moan escaped you, your eyes rolled back, and you squirted.

"Oh fuck yeah baby.. that's it, baby... cum all over my cock~... show your mutt how good I'm making you feel!... ah!~ fuck! Cuuuuumming!" He says it loud and a bit dramatic. He wanted to hurt Kiba. He wanted him to leave you.

You started crying as she was coming down from your high. "No! No! No! Not inside! I don't want this! You! You manipulated me! You knew he was coming home, didn't you!"

"You were willing. You invited me in for wine. You pointed to the room when I asked where it was. You didn't say no until now. You were begging while I was eating that sweet pussy. You ... ah! Haaaahhhh ahh! Fuu-uckkk!~" He was cut off as he at the very least pulled out, and came all over your stomach.

Kiba was standing there, jaw clenched, claws digging into the flesh of his palms. He couldn't kill the hokage no matter how badly he wanted to. He couldn't believe you squirted for Kakashi. He hated everything about this. He hated that he felt like he was frozen in one spot. He watched as kakashi came on your stomach. He watched as he put his clothes back on and left with a smirk.

He watched as you used tissues from the nightstand to clean the cum off. He watched as you covered up to your ears with a blanket trying to cover up the evidence of Kakashi's marks even though Kiba was standing there watching it happen. He watched as you couldn't even look him in the eyes.

He finally spoke after staring at you like he was disgusted with you. "I want a divorce. I don't want anything to do with you. I want you out of my house. I don't care where you end up. I loved you, and I come home to you fucking Kakashi! Kakashi of all people! The fucking rrrrrrrah!"

He turned around, punching a hole in the wall, making you jump. "You know you're pregnant, right? I know it. I can smell the change in your hormones. You're a month and a half." He chuckled darkly. "The thing is... at this point I don't even know if it's fucking mine! How many other men have you fucked on our bed while I've been out on missions?"

You were shocked to find out you were pregnant, but you knew you needed to say something to save your marriage. "I.. I... I didn't... I don't.. Please, Kiba, listen to me. I've never cheated on you... this... this... He manipulated me! I didn't mean to. He was doing this on purpose! He said he was sending you out on missions as much as he could just to get to me." You tried to explain. You didn't want Kiba to leave you. You didn't want a divorce. You and Kiba had been inseparable since you were little kids. You didn't know what to do without him.

"Oh? it was just really convenient for him to come over, and fuck you the same day that I'm coming home! Fuck! I can't even look at you right now. I'm not sleeping here. I want you out by the time I come back tomorrow." With that he walked out slamming the door so hard it caused a crack down the middle of it.

You curled up in a ball, staring at the door with tears streaming down your cheeks as you hoped Kiba would come back... You wish this was all a nightmare. You wish you wouldn't have invited Kakashi in for wine. You didn't think anything of it at first. You thought it was the polite thing to do, to invite the hokage. You didn't know his intentions... You didn't exactly put up a fight to stop him either...

You sobbed until you passed out. You woke up in the morning and didn't leave.

He walked the streets until he ended up at Shino's house. Shino let him sleep on the couch. Kiba didn't say anything about what happened. He didn't want anyone to know.

He was numb, and he hardly talked. He just tried to act like nothing was wrong, even though every time he closed his eyes, he saw you falling apart under Kakashi instead of him. He didn't really sleep. He woke up crying by 4 am. Then, he was at a shushu-ya open. He was downing sake like it was water. He wanted so badly to get the image out of his head.

He stumbled home at about 8. He could smell that you were still there. He stumbled through the door to see three of you on the couch. He couldn't tell which one was actually you or the blur of his drunkenness. "Oh, look! It's my whore wife! Kakashi here again? Should I leave you two to fuck on my fucking couch?!"

He stumbled towards the kitchen and fell. He crawled towards the fridge, pulling out a bottle of sake. He started chugging it. "Didn't I fuckin tell you to get out of my house?! D-d-did you thunk I'd change my fuckin mind?"

"Kiba... you're drunk... let me help you to the bed." You start walking towards him, but Akamaru pulls you back lightly with his mouth on your hand. You look down at him with sad eyes. He had never done that before. You knew it was better to listen to Akamaru, but you wanted to fix this.

"Bed!? You mean the one you cheated on me in! Your on fucking drugs or something aren't you?!" He drank more of the sake.

"Ok, ok... I shouldn't have suggested the bed. We can get a new bed. Let me help you to the couch... please Kiba.. I don't want our marriage to go in the garbage because of my mistake... I love you, Kiba... I'm sorry..." You started crying as you pulled your hand out of Akamaru's mouth. You walked towards your husband on the floor.

You reached your hand out to help him up, but he swatted it away. "Don't fuckin touch me!"

You sit down on the floor in front of him. "Kiba... please don't do this. I know I fucked up, but at least let me help you..."

Kiba chugged the bottle. "I don't need you. I don't need your help. I can do it, my Goddamn self. Leave."

"Kib..."

He cut you off. "I SAID... GET. THE. FUCK. OUT!! GET THE FUCK OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT! get the fuck out..." He started sobbing. Akamaru came and laid over his legs protectively, growling at you.

You started crying, too, but you forced yourself to get up and walk away. You didn't leave, though. You went to the room and stripped the bed. You put all the bed sheets and blankets in a garbage bag. You pulled out fresh ones. You spray the bed and remake it.

You cleaned the room and reorganized. You went to the bathroom with his laundry and started washing them in the bathtub. You tried to just do as you normally would and more. You refused to leave.

You knew you fucked up, but you loved Kiba more than anything. You went to the kitchen after a couple of hours when you were done. You saw Kiba passed out on the floor with Akamaru laying on top of him.

"Akamaru... can you take him to the bed?" You tilted your head. You knew he understood you. You have been around Kiba since before Akamaru came into his life. You both could communicate with him.

He growled but did what you said. You helped pull Kiba onto his back, and he took him to the room, carefully hopping on the bed with him on his back.

You started preparing to cook. You made all of Kiba's favorite foods. Things he couldn't resist. She made the special food for Akamaru that Kiba taught her how to make.

Akamaru smelt it and couldn't resist. He left a sleeping Kiba to go see what you were doing. He walked out suspicious of what you were up to. He was stressed by how tense the house felt, by not being at home last night, by everything that was happening. You look over and smile at Akamaru.

"Hungry?" You ask as you mix the food. You walk over, placing it on the floor in front of him. "It's your favorite... I'm sorry for everything. I love you.. you're such a good boy." You scratch the behind of his ear and kiss the top of his head.

You get back to making food, waiting for Kiba's clothes to dry. You mop and sweep the floor after Akamaru gets done eating and goes back in the room with Kiba.

After everything looks spotless, you sit down and write him a 10 page front and back apology letter. You explain how much you love him. You mention precious memories that make you happy when you are sad. You tell him that you have never cheated on him before. You tell him the baby is his. You swear there's no way it couldn't be his. You tell him everything you love about him. You beg for forgiveness. Tear drops staining the pages.

Even after your hand had long since given out. You still didn't think it was enough. You thought he would never forgive you. You just hoped that after he sobered up that you could have a conversation with him without him yelling at you to leave.

You curled up in his hoodie on the couch. You cried more. You couldn't stop crying. You cried so much it made you nauseous. You got up and ran to the bathroom. That was what woke Kiba up after sleeping for 6 hours.

He heard you puking. His instinct was to check on you, hold your hair back for you, but he was irritated that you hadn't left yet. He then smelt the food you had made. He walked right past the bathroom that you were puking into the kitchen.

He opened the containers, taking a bite from one of the foods you made. He knew what you were trying to do... apologize. He just couldn't. He couldn't get the image out of his head. The whole time he slept, he saw you under Kakashi. He dreamt of killing him.

He noticed how clean everything was. After he warmed up his food, he noticed the thick letter on the table. He didn't want to open it. He didn't want to listen or read what you had to say.

You came out after brushing your teeth and washing your face. You had your hands holding onto the inside of his long sleeves because his hoodie was big on you. You look at him eating the food you made. Your heart pounds in your chest. You didn't know what to do or say. You walked into the kitchen with your head down. You poured him a glass of water and brought him some pain killers cause you were sure he had a hangover.

You set them down beside him. "It.. it should help with the headache you get every time you drink. If it helps, I.. i.. didn't put you to bed. I asked A-a-akamaru to. I-i-i also changed everything on the bed before he put you in it... I just didn't want you sleeping on the floor..."

He didn't say anything. He didn't even look at you. He took the pills and drank the water. He continues eating.

You nod slightly, knowing he's not going to respond. You take a clothes basket and go outside. You pull his clothes down from the clips and go back inside with your head down. You fold his clothes and put them away.

Kiba picks up the letter while you're folding the clothes in the bedroom. He reads it, and let's silent tears drop. He doesn't actually want a divorce. He feels like the baby is his. He knows he's been gone a lot. He believed you when you wrote that that was the only time you cheated. He never had any suspicions before, and surely he would've smelt it on you or in the house if you did.

He finishes the food and reads the letter. He walks into the room as you're putting the clothes away and grabs you from behind. You freeze at first, but then start crying.

You tremble in his arms. "P-please, Kiba. Don't make me leave. I-I love you... I don't know what to do without you. Y-you're my best friend. Love of my life. I know I made a mistake... just... just let me make it up to you. You don't have to forgive me... just please don't leave me." You sob.

His hand goes to your stomach. He turns you around and lifts your head with his fingertip under your chin. He looks deep into your red, puffy, teary eyes. "I'm not gonna make you leave." He presses his head to yours. "It's just going to take me a while to get over this, ok?"

You nod and sniffle.

"I wanted to kill him... hell... I wanted to hurt you. You don't understand how crazed I felt. Think about it, y/n... if you were going on constant missions... you thought you could come home to cuddle with me and get some rest, but you find me with another woman in our bed. What would you do?.." He had tears streaming down his cheeks.

You didn't know what you would do. You knew you would be beyond broken, crushed. You probably would've wanted him to leave, too. You probably would've wanted to hurt them. "I-I would've been acting the same as you... maybe worse..."

"Yeah, exactly. I'll tell you what... let's take this slow. I'm not ready to be around you. Or in this room. I don't think I can sleep in this room ever again... we need to start over, ok?" Kiba sniffles.

You nodded in agreement. He kissed your forehead and was about to walk away, but Akamaru had other ideas. He stood behind him and nudged Kiba back towards you.

He rolled his eyes at Akamaru's meddling to push you two together, but Kiba knew he didn't like you two fighting. Kiba kissed you softly. You kissed him back. He felt like it was one tiny step in the right direction.

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7 and half months later...

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Kiba bought a new house. It was as far away from the hokage as possible. He still went on missions, but he didn't want his pregnant wife anywhere near that son of a bitch. He refused to do constant missions. Kakashi allowed it because Kiba threatened to tell everyone what he did.

Kiba was home a lot more. He went to every appointment. He tried to be there for everything. This was his child growing inside you. He wasn't just going to leave.

Kiba laid on the couch with you next to him. He laid his head on your stomach as the baby kicked and made his head bounce. He wouldn't let you get up unless you absolutely needed something. The feeling of the baby kicking him lulled him to sleep.

You, on the other hand, had been on punishment, basically. You haven't gotten any sex. You were purposely interrupted from touching yourself every single time. He or Akamaru would go in the room and ignore what you were trying to do. Instead, they would just bug you until you gave up trying to get off.

You could barely take it anymore. Even having him this close to you was making you wet, and he could smell it as he was starting to wake up. You tried to reach down and touch yourself, but his hand grabbed your wrist so fast that you barely made it an inch towards your aching cunt.

"P-please, I can't... I can't take it anymore." You stuttered as you wanted to cry. You were 8 months along and suffering. Not only were you pregnant, exhausted, feet swollen, unable to roll in bed without Kiba's help, everything was a chore. On top of being horny as fuck most of the time. It was ten times worse when Kiba was home, which was a lot more than before. "I... I need you, or if you don't want to at least let me do it myself. P-please, Kiba." You whined.

"Tsk tsk... you know I really want to punish you longer, y/n... but also deep down, I feel like I'm torturing myself... just the smell of your arousal is making me so fucking hard right now." He said in a low growl.

His hard on was pressed against your leg. He started shallow thrusts against your leg. He was fast to get mad because it wasn't enough. He wanted to be inside you. He hadn't been inside you in 7 months, and it was driving him mad.

He picked you up and ran to your new bedroom with a bigger bed. He laid you down on it, ripping your clothes off you. He hit his lip. "Fuuuuck, I'm gonna get you pregnant again after you have this one.~ pregnancy looks so fucking hot on you..." He cups his hand on your sore breasts. "I mean fuckin look at these! They are so swollen, and full of milk... I wanna taste..~" He latches on to your nipple, sucking hard. He was surprised when your milk sprayed into his mouth, and let out a low moan.It was so sweet he couldn't get enough. He wanted to fuck you while he drank from you.

You watched as milk dribbled out of the corner of his mouth. You bit your lip moaning. He pulled his pants off and ripped his shirt off down the middle because he didn't want to stop sucking on your addictive milk.

He started fingering you while he sucked. He found all your sweet spots just like before. He stuck a pinky in your ass and curled his two middle fingers up just right to hit your g-spot. His thumb massages circles on your clit. You immediately were moaning uncontrollably because of the amount of pleasure you were getting after months of punishment.

He had you cumming in a matter of 4 minutes. He knew your body inside and out. That made him smirk against your breast. 'Kakashi didnt know jackshit about what you liked. That bitch boy just wanted to fuck you.' He thought to himself.

He wasted no time lining his throbbing cock up with your entrance, and slamming into you as he switched breasts. He moaned and growled as he snapped his hips into yours. All that could be heard were your moans and the wet squelching and slapping of your wet pussy and his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

He was in heaven right now, milk dripping down his chin while balls deep in your pussy. He couldn't think of anything better.

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After hours of him fucking you in different positions, making you cum over and over again. You were so full of his cum it was becoming a puddle of your's and his cum mixed on the bed beneath you.

This round felt different, though. It started with a small ach that you just chopped up to how much sex you guys have been having, mixed with how far along you were and the lack of sex before this point. You ignored the pain until it became more intense. You were both about to cum.

He could sense something was wrong as he emptied his cum inside you again. He was about to ask what was wrong until there was a gush down his balls and legs from you. It didn't smell like when you came, and he immediately pulled out of you, started panicking. It was 4am. He was exhausted, and so were you.

There was a long cramp that lasted about a minute. They were 5 minutes apart. You gripped his arms so hard that your nails made him bleed. "Kiba! Something is wrong!" You cried.

"Shhh! Sh! Sh! Baby, breath! I think your water just broke." He ran to get sweats on and pulled an oversized nightgown on you. "I got you. I got you, baby." He cooed as you cried in pain. He didn't know what to do. You guys lived quite far from the village hospital. He didn't think he could get you there in time.

"AKAMARU!" Kiba yelled, and Akamaru immediately busted down the door. "Go find someone to help! Anyone! Bring them here!" Akamaru was gone in under a sec, searching for anyone nearby at 4 am. He found someone and barked at them. He was frantic. The person was a bit confused as to why Akamaru approached them, but it seemed urgent. So, they followed him back to yours and Kiba's home.

You were already pushing at this point. Kiba was trying his best to comfort you. He had a cold towel over your forehead, a towel underneath you. He had a suction bulb on the bed along with scissors to cut the cord. He had never seen someone give birth; he only knew some things from a book he skimmed through to be prepared for what to expect when you go into labor.

He was panicking as he was on his knees between your legs, trying to hold them open. "KIBA! I CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS! IT HURTS SO FUCKING BAD! I FEEL LIKE IM BEING RIPPED APART! AAAAAAHHHHHH! FUCK!" You screamed as you pushed through another contraction. You couldn't see as your vision was blurred by tears. You saw a tall figure walk into the room.

"Baby, shhh... you gotta focus on your breathing. Breath me. I'm not going anywhere. We're going to get through this..." His head turned to see who Akamaru brought and was immediately pissed the fuck off. "No! Fuck no! You are not going anywhere near my wife or her pussy again."

"I don't think you have a choice. I've delivered a baby twice, and you have no idea what you're doing. If you wanna do this by yourself, and risk losing your child and your wife... then be my guest, but I highly doubt you want that. You don't have anyone else with experience to help you. So, the choice is yours, Kiba." Kakashi was smug about this. He knew that Kiba had no choice but to let Kakashi help him deliver his baby.

Kiba didn't have a lot of time to think about it as you started screaming at the top of your lungs when another contraction hit you. "Fine! Fuck! Just. Just tell me what to do!" Kiba growled at Kakashi.

"First, would you rather help pull him or her out, or would you like to cut the cord? You can't do both. I'm not handing an idiot like you a pair of scissors while you're holding a baby. Also, you can't hold her legs open and be ready to pull and catch your baby. I am going to have to touch her in some way whether you like it or not." Kakashi stood beside Kiba. He could see that you were crowning or what some women call the ring of fire. You were crying and screaming and then panting during the short breaks between contractions.

Kiba growled at him and stood up. "I swear to God if you fuck something up, and she dies. I'm gonna fucking kill you!" He pushed you forward enough for him to sit with you between his legs.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Says the man who has no idea what he's doing and was about to do it alone." Kakashi pushed your legs up towards Kiba, who grabbed them to hold them up and open.

Kakashi was too close to your vagina for Kiba's liking, but just tried to focus on you. "Breath with me, baby. You gotta breathe, or you're going to pass out. Breathe in... breathe out... breathe in... Breathe out..." He was trying to talk you through it.

"The baby's head is out. You gotta push for me just two more times, Y/N. You can do it. I know you can." Kakashi had his hands cradling the baby's head, ready to assist in getting the shoulders out.

Kiba's jaw clenched at how Kakashi said that to you. He whispered in your ear. "Push for me, baby. Just two more times, and we'll have our baby..."

You push again, screaming...

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After 2 hours of pussy ripping labor, your's and Kiba's baby was born. Kakashi held the baby up, using the suction bulb to pull the amniotic fluid from his lungs. You finally heard him cry, and it made you cry tears of joy. Kiba cried as he cut the cord.

Kakashi had to make due with a sewing kit he saw in the cabinet. He stitched the rip up. "You two will need to abstain from sex for 6 weeks, Kiba." He grabbed the baby blanket from the crib, taking the baby from your arms and wrapped the baby in it. He had noticed that you had passed out holding your new baby and handed the baby to Kiba after he crawled out from behind you.

"I will go get one of the village doctors to make sure everything is ok with her and your daughter, and bring him here. I don't think she will be waking up anytime soon. She's exhausted. So, let her sleep. Keep the baby warm." He turned to leave.

"Thank you... I still hate you, but thank you for helping.. I don't think I could've done it on my own..." Kiba spoke but didn't really look up. He couldn't take his eyes off his beautiful daughter, who had stopped crying, and was staring up at him.

Kakashi nodded. He may have given Kiba a choice to accept his help or not, but really, he wasn't going to take no for an answer. He knew Kiba wouldn't be able to do this on his own. Plus, a part of him hoped it was his, but that hair she came out with, and those tiny upside down red triangles on her cheeks let him know right away.

Kakashi left and came back with a doctor. While Kiba didn't move at all. He sat beside your sleeping form with his daughter in his arms.

The doctor looked at you and the baby over. Everything was fine besides the stitches. They wouldn't absorb like medical stitches. They would have to be removed after you were healed enough. The doctor told Kiba everything he needed to do to take care of you and the baby. Then, when to bring the baby and you in to have a check up. The doctor left, leaving Kakashi, who wanted to say something.

"I... I know I never apologized for what I did. What I did was wrong. I apologize. It wasn't her fault... I did indeed manipulate things like your schedule and her needs for you in my favor. I should've had more respect and self-control. I fell for her and her kindness and acted on an impulsive want. Anyways... I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused, and I hope the two of you have a very happy life from now and years to come." Kakashi hadn't planned to apologize at all, ever. But being here, watching how much Kiba cared for you that he was going to attempt to help you deliver the baby himself... he knew that Kiba truly loved you.

Kiba sighed. He knew what Kakashi meant. You really were too kind and beautiful... You were too good for this world. Kiba thought you were too good for him, too. "I get it... had the roles been reversed. I probably would've tried to do that same. Y/N is the best, most beautiful woman I've ever met. We've been friends since we were in diapers... you know that. We were inseparable. If she ended up with anyone other than me, I wouldn't have been able to accept it..."

"Yeahh.. I know. You guys have always been attached at the hip. I promise never to do that again. No missions for 12 weeks. She's going to need you to be here. I will find someone else to substitute on your team for the time being. Don't worry about being late on bills. Consider this my apology, and congratulations to you two. If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask. You have my number." Kakashi gave a smile through his mask and left Kiba to be alone with his daughter.

Kiba laid on the floor, letting you have the entire bed. He also didn't want to risk passing out and dropping the baby. He finally had time to think. He remembered the name you picked if the baby were to be a girl, Hajime. He laid Hajime beside him as Akamaru walked over slowly, sniffing. He laid down near Hajime with his nose close to her shoulder, but not too close.

*I hope you guys enjoyed my story if you made it this far. Hopefully, there weren't too many mistakes. I plan to write more fanfics. Feel free to give me ideas. I do Naruto, My Hero Academia. I might do others soon. No pedophilia, incest, and pee or poop or puke.*

#kiba x reader #kakashi x reader #kiba smut #kakashi smut #naruto #naruto smut #kiba x y/n #kakashi x y/n #angst #fanfic

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seraphic-saturn · 6 months

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Astrology Jukebox Observations

Moon in 1st House: "Cosmic Love" by Florence + The Machine

Venus Square Moon: "Maps" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Mars in 7th House: "Lover I Don't Have to Love" by Bright Eyes

Jupiter Trine Uranus: "Float On" by Modest Mouse

Saturn in 10th House: "Bitter Sweet Symphony" by The Verve

Neptune Conjunct Ascendant: "Space Oddity" by David Bowie

Pluto in 8th House: "Seven Nation Army" by The White Stripes

Mercury in 3rd House: "Clint Eastwood" by Gorillaz

Sun in 5th House: "Kids" by MGMT

Uranus Opposition Midheaven: "Reptilia" by The Strokes

Mercury in 12th House: "Hide and Seek" by Imogen Heap

Venus in 6th House: "Dog Days Are Over" by Florence + The Machine

Mars Square Pluto: "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin

Jupiter in 9th House: "All These Things That I've Done" by The Killers

Saturn Trine Neptune: "Fake Plastic Trees" by Radiohead

Uranus in 4th House: "House of the Rising Sun" by The Animals

Neptune Opposition Sun: "Landslide" by Fleetwood Mac

Pluto Conjunct Moon: "Hurt" by Johnny Cash

Sun in 8th House: "In the Aeroplane Over the Sea" by Neutral Milk Hotel

Moon Trine Venus: "Heartbeats" by The Knife

#astrology aspects #astrology #astrology observations #astrology songs #song placements

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qiaipia · 9 months

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Somebody Tied You to an Ant Pile — miguel o’hara

ミ★ a Bullet fic on being in Highschool with a Miguel O’HottieHara

ミCONTENT: miguel o’hara x afab! reader. childhood friends to lovers. nerd/popular trope. messing around (r16). Inspired by blueastriz’s work on TT.

read this as if i was a friend barging in ur inbox for a fic idea lmao. don’t take the formatting too srsly!

The cicadas rang their symphony in the hot summer air. It was time to part ways.

“You’ll text right?” An 11-year old Miguel O’Hara pouts, beside you on the swing. The sun was setting. A chapter was now closing.

You laugh, excited about the new adventure that came with moving homes, but you give him your biggest comforting smile. “Of course! You’re my best friend Miggy, we’ll even talk all night if you want to!”

He pushes his glasses up his nose, pout still evident.

You outstretch your hand, and he hands his over, interlacing each other. Stubby and sweaty children hands.

You gave his soft palms a gentle squeeze. “I promise. Nothing’s going to get in between us.” Your eyes beamed with hope.

Miguel gave a small smile and nods. “I’ll ask mama to buy me a phone.”

- But that was 5 years ago and well, times have changed.

- But now you’re in Highschool as a popular kid!!

- Mostly because you hung out with the mean girls

- names? Stacy and Jane lmao

- You though? you’re Nice, buuuutt you were also a bystander. Kid getting bullied? Not exactly your problem.

- But when it mattered you spoke your mind and had a rbf so everyone stays away from your clique

- You and Miguel go waaaayy back

- Before you moved you were neighbors!

- You and Miguel are childhood best friends

- First grade at ur old school some bullies tied you and Miguel to an antpile

- You two were bonded ever since over red ant bites and swollen faces

- Playing games together with the O’Hara brothers

- Pulling stunts on his younger brother Gabri

- Making messes everywhere

- And blaming Gabri lol

- U guys were together EVERYDAY practically inseparable by the 6th grade. Never one without the other

- Then you moved u tried keeping contact but life kept u both busy, u guys just eventually stopped talking

- Cue 10th grade! There is a new transfer student

- U usually dont care, so u went a while without noticing this transferee

- Then you saw someone getting picked on at lunch

- U were studying the kid from afar - Jane saw u staring and teased u for it

- Said his name was Miguel O’Hara. The newbie

- “He’ll adapt soon enough.”

- DUH u remembered Miguel. He was ur grade school crush. And with his dorky glasses and thin frame, you STILL thought he was cute

- U wait for him out of his AP Science class

- U creep behind him as he rummages through his locker and u shove him to get his attention

- He was annoyed doe, “Ay mierda, you piece of shits took all my lunch money, I have nothing more-“

- You grab hold of his shoulders and turn him around with the biggest grin on ur face lol

- He is light as a feather and u were the same height lmao

- He squints at you. “y/n?”

- “Hola Miggy.” You laugh.

- He is Shookt!! U went HERE?!?!

- U guys catch up going home, it was getting dark! U tease him abt the glasses, he teases u that ur a popular girl now

- He is surprised,, to see u have such a big house now WOW ok

- Ur family moved because ur dad got a better job offer and made much much more in the business

- U invite him in, he says his bro is waiting for him. U miss Gabri!!

- He is shookt when u say u have a pool PLS. U promise to invite him over next time

- Gabri teases him ALL NIGHT LONG abt u, ur Miguel’s his gradeschool crush too, now he’s just happy to get back his friend

- The next time someone bullies Miguel in front of u, its a jock who likes u, and u dont say much, so people are surprised u defend this nerdy new guy

- “Pick on someone your own size Archie. You get off hurting people smaller than you?” You call out from your seat on the table.

- Stacy backs you up. “Maybe he’s compensating for something.” She snickers. You make a puking sound. Everyone laughs.

- Archie is embarrassed and leaves.

- You flash Miguel a wink. He has to laugh. You stood up for him.

- Honestly, you guys don’t really interact at school. It was like teenage pride abt different social statuses and whatnot. You knew it would be bad for you and Miguel if you guys were seen together.

- but u always wait for him on the days he has AP classes.

- In return he walks you home.

- You both catch up.

- Remember times like when you were both in grade-school, like the time his pants fell down while he was on the jungle gym. Or how you made a stupid amount of pastillas with him and had a sugar rush for days.

- How your parents were now getting a divorce, and how yesterday he caught Gabri smoking Camels

- Your girl friends have caught on. They wanna know the guy you were seeing.

- You had a stupid smile on your face all the time, of course it was a boy.

- You couldn’t tell them of course, its social suicide

- Once he came out of the AP Class early, you were confused

- He said classes were cancelled

- It was too early to go home, but it was too late to stay in school

- He mentions that Gabri was at a friends house and that the house was empty

- “Let’s get home before your mom does, yeah?” You say shakily, with a grin - You both obviously knew where this was going.

- You both rushed to his house, nervous and clammy

- “Is this your first time?” You ask with a nervous bite on your lips. “Yeah, yours?” He says, awkward fitting jeans doing nothing to hide pre-pubescent down there emotions.

- “Mine too.” You mention nervously. “You’re shitting me.”

- “Don’t laugh!” You squeal throwing a pillow at him.

- You didn’t know much about your body yet, and neither did Miguel, but his brown eyes were so captivating as he shuffled on top of you, sans glasses

- It’s a normal thing now lol

- Miguel actually ditches AP classes to mess around wit u

- Esp with Gabri being out all the time

- down bad fr

- But it sort of goes like u need help also with homework after,,

- So u learn??? because Miggy is such a smart cookie

- U ACTUALLY LEARN

- U learn each others bodies too atp so thats cute!!

- It shows in ur grades lol

- By then he is literally the only one ur messing around with

- But this one time: you both fall asleep after particularly tiring time alone

- Sleep UNTIL DARK

- Conchata’s knock wakes u both tf UP

- It’s impossible to hide u so u both settle for messily dressed and “We’re doing homework.”

- She doesn’t remember u at Miguel’s insistence lol

- You awkwardly leave the house because she is NOT happy her son is bringing a girl home behind her back. Under the roof she pays for?!?!

- “Do you even use protection mijo?” “…” “AY POR DIOS MIGUEL”

- And well, now he gotta text his mom when u come over and Gabri gotta be there too

- Gabri loves having u around, he geeks out with ur secret obsessions of comic books! It’s not really popular among your friend group, but you got really into it last year

- Conchata doesn’t really approve of her son hanging out with a girl but “Ma I’m tutoring her.” And she rolls her eyes

- You see it’s tense between mother and eldest son

- You put a hand over Miguel’s after a harsh fight. “But you still love your mom don’t you?”

- His eyes soften.

- You have definitely pulled Miguel under the bleachers to make out once or twice

- And you definitely have dragged him to empty supply closets lol

- He’s down bad and a pretty girl just asked to blow him so is his 16 year old self gonna say no?

- Fuck no.

- You can’t keep ur hands to yourself lol

- Plus you can see Miguel is slowly but sure changing. You gotta tiptoe now to kiss him WHAT

- He also stares a LOT it gets you self conscious but he assures you your the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Followed by cupping your breasts and going “Have they always been this big?” Followed by you elbowing him

- And who says sex ruins friendships?? It doesn’t! You and Miguel are closer than ever because of it

- You know what does though?

- Love.

- And you found that out when you cried yourself to sleep when Miguel said he was asked out by a girl to hang out in his AP Class

- He said yes to her and he’ll hang out with you soon

- But it’s always the same girl with him

- Talking to him in class, during lunch, before, during and after AP Classes

- Eventually he was halving his time with you and with her

- They match well together, him and Xina Kwan. She was crazy smart and the same social status as him too.

- She was sweet and smart and you have been avoiding Miguel like the plague in hopes it won’t wake up the vicious green monster

- DAMN you were crying, mascara all over your face.

- It was the last day of school too urgh poor u. You wipe your tears as you wash you face on the school bathroom sink

- Miguel had enough of u ignoring him tho so he walks up to you

- While you were with ALL your popular friends around ur locker

- And he asks if you wanted to walk home together

- He wasn’t really thinking, he just didn’t want u to avoid him anymore

- You gave him a horrified look and ran away

- And everyone laughed at poor heartbroken Miguel O’Hara

If this works out I’ll put out a fic for it. Hmu with thoughts!!

again, read this as if i was a friend barging in ur inbox for a fic idea lmao

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #atsv #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099: atsv #spiderman 2099 #+MYWORK+#miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #spiderverse x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o hara #spiderverse x y/n

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