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#I JUST READ YOUR ASK AND WENT MHM YEP HIM.
psychickiss · 9 months
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accident
— saiki kusuo x reader (no 3rd person pronouns, 2nd pov)
— summary: You and Saiki partner up for an assignment. Things go... not-smooth. Saiki lets you know he has powers in the worst way possible (to him).
— notes: never beta read hell yeah also there are mentions of cockroaches here and i hate them so its just one not-so-paragraph paragraph
— things: platonic maybe ooc you could see this as romantic whatevs
— masterlist | request form | retrospring
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“Oh, Saiki! I didn’t know this was your house.” You smile warmly, but deep down you and Saiki both know that you knew where he lived.
“You’re joking, right? You’ve tagged along with Nendou, Kaidou, and I on the numerous occasions we walked home together.” Was what Saiki wanted to say. However, he couldn’t make any snarky comments at you whatsoever, not with his mother standing behind him.
“Ku? Is this another lovely friend of yours?”
Saiki gives you a blank glance then turns to his mother. “I guess.”
Saiki’s mother approaches you with a smile on her face, you look at her cheery expression then at Saiki’s lack of one. Polar opposites, you think. You quickly introduce yourself.
“You look lovely, Mrs. Saiki. It’s nice to meet you.”
She holds your hand gently and asks, “It’s nice to meet you too! What brings you here?”
You answer her, “I wanted to ask Saiki out.”
Saiki’s mother immediately lets go of your hand and gasps loudly. “On a date?! Do you and my Ku like each other?!”
You laugh awkwardly as you shake your head. “Goodness, no! Saiki doesn’t seem to have a romantic bone in his body.”
Well, you’re right about that. Saiki thinks to himself as he stands quietly while you talk with his mother.
“I just wanted to ask if he has a partner for our summer Pre-Calculus assignment, I was absent when it was assigned and most of the people I know have partners already. I’d text your son, but I don’t have his number– does he even have a phone?”
Saiki takes a step forward, closer to you and his mother. “I don’t have a partner yet, and Nendou wasn’t an option for me. Do you know what the assignment is?”
“If my memory serves me right, Hairo told me we had to find a partner and explain derivatives and anti-derivatives, then cite any problems with real-life situations.”
Saiki exhales, a small smile appears on his face for a second. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t look nice at the action, rarely did Saiki smile, after all. You didn’t expect as well that he’d be smiling at you. “Your memory is quite well, then. We can do this in the public library.”
Saiki’s mother turns to him, frowning. “You’re not going to let your friend stay for drinks?”
Saiki shakes his head. “We can get drinks outside, thank you.” He turns to you and says, “Wait a minute. I’ll go grab my stuff. You could... talk to my mom while you wait.”
You shoot him a thumbs up and Saiki nods as well. He says something to his mother before heading up the stairs in their house.
“So, you and Ku are good friends?”
You turn to Saiki’s mother. “You could say that. He’s a pretty chill guy, and he listens to what people have to say.”
Saiki’s mother’s face grows more cheerful than before. “I’m relieved to hear that...! He’s had a hard time making friends with his powers, being psychic and all.”
You laugh, taking every single word as a lighthearted joke. “Is he like Kaidou? I think it’s nice that you play along with his imagination. Ah, I’m sorry! I just went and assumed you knew him.”
Saiki’s mother awkwardly laughs before she answers you, “Mhm, yep! We have talked to Kaidou before, he’s a nice boy. The one with red bandages on his arm. He and Saiki are definitely friends for that!”
You nod. “Yep, he says it’s to “keep his powers at bay,” but we all know it’s fake, and we still play along. Well, some of us.” You point your index finger upwards and position your hands above your head.
“And I bet Saiki’s funky hair clips limit his powers too!” You heartily laugh. You don’t notice the way Saiki’s mother desperately keeps looking back at the stairs, waiting for her son to come down.
Powers? Please.
You see Saiki walking down the stairs and you quickly put your hands down. You ask him, “Shall we go?”
Saiki nods. You two say your goodbyes to his mother before leaving the house.
“Uhm, were you serious about the whole “getting drinks outside” thing?” You ask. Saiki looks at you confused for a second.
Ah. The thing he said to his mother earlier. He answers you, “If you want to. It’s fine by me.”
You shrug. “I could go for some coffee right now. You?”
Saiki stops to walk and looks at you. He doesn’t really know what to reply, so he stays quiet.
“Straight to the library is alright.”
You both walk side-by-side on your way to the library, not saying anything. You aren’t too nervous, and your thoughts are mostly related to the assignment and how you wish to get it completely over with so you could relax. Saiki shares the same sentiment.
You and Saiki finally arrive at the library– it’s quiet and not too crowded, so there were lots of empty seats for you two to occupy. The whole place seemed a little unclean but you two didn’t mind. You both opted for the most secluded area possible.
You sit down and look at the empty chair beside you, then at Saiki, who is still standing up. “You aren’t going to sit down yet?”
Saiki shakes his head. “I’m going to go look for books we could use as references.”
You slowly nod. “Okay, thanks.” Saiki nods back and walks off to search for books.
You place your bag on the table before you and take out the stuff you figured you two would need – ballpens, paper, etc.
...
This assignment is fucking killing me...
“Hey, Kusuo, do you know how many of these we should be writing down?”
“18. With proper citation. APA format. Also, Kusuo?”
You groan. You drop your pen for a second and shake your hand, exhausted from continuous writing and page-turning. 3 problems left...
You say to Saiki, “I didn’t know you were left-handed,” as you cracked your fingers. He nods in response. “Also, calling you by your name just felt natural.”
18 is such a weird number of problems to require, to be honest. I’m glad we don’t have to solve it ourselves.
You exhale and look at your surroundings. Come to think of it, this library looks pretty old. Probably why there aren’t a lot of people today. I’m glad there aren’t any cockroaches.
As you babble on with your thoughts, Saiki stops writing, the thought of a roach interrupting his work mortifies him.
Usually there’d be a roach or two in places like these, especially in Saiki’s and my spot. It’d be pretty funny if one did come crawling or flying around here–
Horrendously perfect timing and the worst of luck bestows you and Saiki as a large cockroach appears itself in front of you, it crawls its disgusting little legs on one of the books next to you.
You and Saiki act immediately and irrationally.
You cover your mouth with one hand to stop yourself from squealing and have an instant grip on Saiki’s sleeve with the other, and;
Saiki, figuring since he’s in a secluded area, teleports far, far away from the cockroach... with you.
...
You stare at your surroundings, slowly lowering your hand from your mouth. Your other hand still on Saiki’s sleeve, you give him a slight pinch.
Good grief. It was Saiki’s turn to stop you from screaming.
WHAT THE FUCK!!!! WHERE ARE WE!!!!!! HOW DID WE GET HERE!!!!!
“Shut up.”
You shakily ask, “Huh? I didn’t say anything... God, don’t tell me you can hear thoughts too...”
Saiki takes a deep breath and shakes his head.
LIAR.
“Fine. I can.”
You step away from him. “Are you... serious?”
Saiki stares at you with the same blank expression he always wore.
Oh my God.
“Does anyone else know? Where are we?”
Saiki answers, “Toritsuka, Aiura, they both have powers, and Akechi, due to his stubbornness and intelligence. I think we are somewhere on the other side of the world... Paris”
“That’s crazy... PARIS?”
Saiki nods.
You smile mischievously, “We should ditch our homework.”
Saiki doesn’t respond. You can feel his judginess through his unwavering stare at you without a word spoken. Jesus, do you blink?
Saiki blinks and you frown.
“Come on! We’re in Paris! City of love! Don’t they have pretty cafés here? We should eat a bunch of baked goods.”
“We don’t have any money.”
You click your tongue. ... Right. “It’s back to our stupid assignment, I guess.” You tug on the back of his shirt. “To Japan.”
“Wait.” Saiki crosses his eyes. You try your best not to question the action. “The coast is clear. Let’s go.”
In an instant, you two were back at the library.
You remember your words from earlier. Power limiters... Don’t tell me they’re real... Oh God, you probably know about me making fun of your hairpins earlier...
“They’re real.”
You whisper angrily, “I get that you can hear my thoughts but wait for me to actually say it out loud!”
“Sorry.”
“It’s alright. Let’s just finish this and maybe finally get coffee, yeah?”
Saiki nods.
An hour or two passes and you two are finally done with your shared assignment.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking, what other powers do you have?”
Your bag floats towards you. “Telekinesis.”
A small flame ignites on the tip of Saiki’s index finger. “Pyrokinesis.”
Saiki removes an incredulous thin glove from his hand and touches one of the books you two had used. “Psychometry. This book was returned just the other day.” He quickly wears the glove, and it amazes you how it seems like nothing is even there.
Saiki holds up his notebook and a ¥500 coin appears in its place. “Apport. It lets me exchange items of the same value.”
“Okay. Can we teleport to a café?”
Saiki shakes his head.
“Come on! You have powers and you won’t use them like that?”
He shakes his head at you again. “Have you ever seen me use my powers at school before?”
You shake your head. “I guess I see why... You’d probably be popular if you did, in a good way and bad way. Has it been like that since... well, the start?”
Saiki nods.
“Ah... I’m sorry.” Saiki doesn’t say anything else. In an attempt to break the silence, you ask, “Café, then?”
He nods again. “I could buy coffee jelly.”
“No. Allow me to treat you to coffee jelly, as thanks for letting me in on a secret this big.”
“If telling people I’m psychic meant getting free coffee jelly, I’d probably tell the world.”
“It’s not worth it.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
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vyloy · 1 year
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may i please request some nu carnival quincy x a male reader who’s a virgin?
Quincy
╰┈➤ tw: slight overstimulation, bulge, size, male reader, genitalia not specified
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"Quincy, could you help me pick this up, it's way too heavy", you called him over to help, thinking he would pick a box up at a time but oh you were wrong, he immediately picked up all three boxes, your jaw dropped, "How the hell...", "hm?", he looked at you confusingly, "nothing! please bring them to the townsfolks", "mn", he nodded as he carried the boxes like they weren't heavy, you thought it was hot but quickly erased the thought and went back to pack some more things for the townsfolk.
"Phew! That was tiring!", you sighed, plopping onto Aster's couch, "Hm? Y/n, have you finished?", Aster asked as he passed by the living room, "yep! it was a real pain, you should pay me for this type of work y'know", you jokingly said in which he replied with, "I'm already letting you live here for free, I think that's enough", before he turned into a bat, escaping through the window before you could react, "that vampire..", you sighed once more but with a smile on your face. Suddenly seeing a shadow leaning ontop of you, looked back to see Quincy, "Oh Quincy! You must be tired after those heavy boxes, let's get you something to eat", "they weren't heavy at all", "eh...", you were baffled, how could he say that when you couldn't even lift one of the boxes to the town if your life depended on it? He really does have inhuman strength, "Whatever, I'll still get you something to eat, how does skewers sound?", he nodded as you walked to the kitchen, him following behind.
The two of you enjoy some skewers, well the three of you considering Topper also joined in, devouring most of the skewers on the table but either way, you and Quincy enjoyed the meal.
It was just a relief to have your work over and done with for the day.
Even though it hadn't been that late, you decided to take a bath and head to bed first, you deserved some rest anyways.
As you settle in your bed, you decide to read a couple books before sleeping, they were the only source of entertainment you had when it came to night time as your phone magically dissappeared the moment you stepped into this world so you were forced to adapt and live your everyday life without one, making you more productive.
As you were in the middle of a book, you suddenly got a knock on the door, you immediately knew it was Quincy as he had been visiting you a couple times in the knight prior to tonight. When you opened the door, you saw Quincy without Topper, "Oh where's Topper? I'm surprised to see you without him", "...", he didn't answer, he only 'pushed' his way into your room, taking a seat on your bed.
Even with a stone cold face, you could see the visible blush on his face, it was odd, "Quincy? Are you okay? Your face is a little red..", you go to touch his cheek, hands cupping his face, "m...", all he does is look down, you follow his gaze and sees that he needs his essence regulated, you've seen this happen to the other residents of this mansion but never have you seen it happen to Quincy, he never really approached anyone about it. "Oh...uh..do you need help with that..?", you said between a few stutters, what were you supposed to say in a situation like this anyways?, "mhm..", he nods slightly, 'fuck' you thought, you have never done something like this before, you've only heard about what goes down when Eiden's the one regulating the others' essences but never have you tried to do it yourself, you were too unexperienced but now, your crush needs your help, fast.
"Alright then-", just as you were about to unbutton your clothes, Quincy pounces on you, letting you fall on top of your bed, startling you, "Quincy? I don't know if it is a good idea to start off so rough!", he proceeds to undress you for you, letting your clothes get thrown on the floor as he focuses on your body, "your skin is soft", he states, making you even more nervous, "this is my first time, please go easy on me-", "don't make such a fuss, relax", he says, very out of character of him.
He attacks your neck, leaving huge hickeys everytime he goes to nibble on a spot, soon enough your neck was covered with hickeys everywhere, it was a sign he has taken you as his, "Quincy...~", you moaned a bit as his hands trail to your nipples, squeezing them just a bit before letting go and massaging your chest, you had never played with yoir own nipples whike masturbating before so it was a new feeling, a good new feeling.
By now, the two of you have already remove all clothing the both of you have, "m..", Quincy's face blushed even more seeing your figure, you were so perfect to him. Quincy immediately prepares you for him, he knows how big he is and wants you to be prepared, he doesn't want it to hurt. He grabs your hips with one hand as the other's two fingers make their way inside of you, making sure to move around while they're in your hole, you moan loudly, fortunately the walls are soundproof and were made for incidents like these so nobody would wake up to the sound of your moans, "Qu-Quincy...!~", you grab his hand, your eyes rolling out of pleasure, even his fingers were big, not to mention the size of his cock, you drooled at the thought of it being inside of you soon. Just as you were about to cum, a sudden feeling of emptiness creeps in due to his fingers leaving your hole.
"Quincy, i want...", you trailed off, trying to find a good way to tell him you wanted his cock to be inside of you right this moment, "say it", he tells you, his eyes full of lust as you finally say the key words, "please shove your cock inside of me!", you cover your face with your hands due to embarrassment but he quickly removes your hands from hiding yourself, "as you wish", was all he said before plunging his cock inside of you, god it hurted like hell, he was so big, "shh, it'll feel better", he reassured, rubbing your hips lovingly. Finally you feel the pleadure after a moment of suffering from pain, now you felt pleasure, you also couldn't help but notce the bulge on uour stomach, likely cauded by Quincy's huge cock, "Quincy, is this you..?", you asked, curious, "m", was all he said before asking you, "move?", you nodded and he immediately started to thrust over and over again into you, making sure you feel every last inch of his cock.
Just a few minutes in and you feel almost overstimulated, maybe it was just his cock that was too big for you to handle. He loved the look on your face, the face of someone completely in ecstasy, he couldn't help but to kiss you, a deep kiss, this was too much to take at once, you were overheating, his cock inside you, his lips on yours, you were in heaven.
After that night, the two of you continued life like normal but of course, the both of you know what's always on each other's minds after said incident, two idiots in love but don't have the guts to tell one another.
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GUESS WHO FINALLY FINISHED A WRITING😭
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dinums · 18 days
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Secrets and Broken Hearts
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Chapter 1
Thomas Shelby x (Writer) Reader
Ms. (Y/N) Bennett goes around to her normal, everyday life, a happy life with her lover, William Carter. Everything is good. A happy life, yes. Truly, she's happy. Right?
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CONFESSION:
To cause a strain in marriage through infidelity, hurt as it is, could there be more?
...
Brumi, around 11 p.m. found drunk, a married man coming out of another woman's home, a place near the heart of the city in London, as his wife heart to him
I confirm, with a heavy heart that should his wife leave him, it would probably be best, sometimes those we love, be it family, jewelries or the pastry shops around town rots from within, bread and blood. Shall the day come?
M.D.
A woman sat snuggly on the couch of her shared flat with her lover, reading a pamphlet. It was her day off. Surely, she could just lounge around without care of the world, right? Her thoughts were interrupted the moment the front door creaked open.
"Will! You're home!"
The woman shouted, running towards her lover with the biggest smile known to earth. It had been days since she last saw him, said he had an important work that needed to be held in London. What does a simple tailor need to go to London for? She thought, though it was interrupted once her said Lover just chuckled, wrapping his arms around her whilst spinning her around.
"God's I missed you"
"As I do, how'd the business go?"
She asked, which made the man put her back on her feet. She tilted her head, waiting for an answer before he let out a cough. Kissing her temple before making his way to the kitchen to grab himself a drink, whiskey she presumed it to be.
"William?"
"Mhm? Oh, yeah. It went well dear, no need to worry your darling head." He reassured her, walking over to sit on the couch before patting the space next to him, signalling for her to sit beside him.
"S'your day off?" He asked, drawing the previous conversation to an end. Walking over to him, she nodded.
"Yep, I had Catherine handle the shop for today since it's Wednesday. Business would be slow anyway." She explained, snuggling close to him on the couch while he nodded in acknowledgement.
William had a shop down in Small Heath. She would help around as he tailored suits. Usually, she would stand as a cashier, help with the numbers, hang suits, and dresses. Though it was a bit inconvenient to own such a store in this smoke polluted town, William believed that everyone should have the chance to wear such clothing if they wanted to. One of the many qualities she loved about him.
The next day came by quickly. After breakfast with William, they both headed out for the shop. William opened the door for her like the gentleman he is, giggling at his actions she walked inside before earning a wink from him.
"Catherine, you're here early, noh?" She smiled at the woman who was currently occupied with hanging the newly tailored suits that were to be picked up.
"Oh! Ms. Bennett and Mr. Carter, what a pleasure to see you both." She said, putting a halt to her actions before making her way to the couple. Catherine May currently works as an apprentice for William. Even though the couple insisted on being called their first names, she would always refuse. In time, the said couple had just let her be.
"Love, why don't you handle the shop for today, hm? I have business with Ms. May over here, I need her assistance with a wealthy client down by the block." William said, which made his lover nod. Giving him a quick kiss before sending him and Catherine off by the front door.
Going over to finish what Catherine was doing before, she made sure everything was up and ready before officially opening the shop for the day.
In the afternoon, she was occupied at the counter when she overheard two women gossiping as they were picking out dresses.
"Have you seen the newest pamphlet given this morning?"
The first woman with blonde hair spoke as her shorter friend then continued
"I haven't got the chance to! I've been caught up with my husband these past few days. After the war, everything seemed to turn for the worse."
As the conversation of the ladies went on, they continued their chatter to Ms. Bennett, after picking out their newfound dresses, ready to pay for them.
"I still wonder how no one has been able to identify this writer..." The shorter one said.
"Writer? You mean 'M.D.' By any chance?" She spoke, which instantly caught the attention of both women.
"You read his stories too, Ms. Bennett?"
"I have only ever heard it," She answered with a smile, which made both women in front of the counter raise their brows in acknowledgement. Giving the two women their dresses in a bag after they paid. They chatted for a bit before they left the store
M.D. the infamous writer going about his day to write gossip around every nook and cranny in this town. Of course, she not only read his stories, she knew them by heart even before he went and published them. M.D. which stood for 'Morris Dawn' is a part of her, after all, her very own secret life. Besides, who would even suspect a nice woman living a double life as a writer? The coppers themselves wouldn't dare touch her, afterall her pamphlets coincedentally gave out information of criminals and thugs alike enough as it is vague. Vague but still there, enough to keep their mouth shuts and not find out who this writer was, after all the writer wasn't doing anything wrong. Her thoughts were completely stopped when she heard the bell of the front door ring, signalling someone had entered the shop. Looking over, she saw who it was. Those three brothers she went to school with. Smiling, she greeted them.
"I'll go get the suits, please wait a moment."
"No need to be so formal, love. S'just us, hm?" The youngest one chuckled, a toothpick between his lips. She just chuckled along before making her way to bring them their suits. She was acquainted with Jon and Arthur, though she could never get a read on their other brother.
"I'd prefer it that way, though." She shrugged, which caused a smirk to be placed on the oldest.
"Would you like to try them on? See if it's tailored to your liking?" She asked the three of them before, which caused Jon to shake his head.
Bidding goodbye, the Shelby's went out the store. Their suits are free of charge, per the request of William. Thinking the lot went away, she began to organise the rack when she heard a coin being placed on the counter. Turning her head, she saw the second oldest. Thomas was looking at her quietly, smoking his cigarette.
"For the trouble." Was all Thomas said before heading out the shop where his brothers waited for him.
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bordysbae · 10 months
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Can I get “don’t feel special that i’m here, my mom made me come.” “mhm, sure.” And “are they fighting again?” “worse, they’re kissing” for Adam Fantilli please and thank you <3
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“favor”
adam fantilli x f!reader
not proof read oops
“absolutely not mom! i’m not going to his stupid hockey game!” you roll your eyes. your mom then lets out a huff, “please y/n? just do me one favor. i know you guys haven’t spoken since last year, but please? you don’t even have to talk to him,” your mom begs.
“fine. i’m only doing you a favor because i expect one in return,” you groan, obeying her wish and slipping on your shoes. you guys head towards the hockey rink, where part of the fantilli family would be waiting for you two. “oh y/n hi! it’s been so long!” julia fantilli—your mothers lifelong best friend—pulls you into a hug.
“julia, hi! it’s been too long!” you put on a fake smile. the reason you haven’t seen the fantilli family in so long is because you and adam got in a huge fight last year. everyone knows about it since you and adam were best friends, and it came as a shock to everyone. ever since then you’ve tried your best to avoid any events with the fantilli family. but the only ones you couldn’t get out of were the annual events, such as friendsgiving, christmas, and easter. the fight happened last christmas, when you had left the christmas eve dinner to go hang out with your (now ex) boyfriend. both sets of parents said it was okay, but adam flipped out at you the next day.
you two have barely spoken since.
you still to this day never got a full explanation on why adam freaked out, but you’re still angry. it’s been over a year, yet you two have hardly spoken any words to each other besides things like: “happy thanksgiving” “merry christmas” or even “can i borrow a pencil?”
as you walk into the hockey rink, the cool air sends a little chill against your arms. it’s been so long since you went to one of adam’s games that you forgot how cold it can get. you take your spot in the bleachers next to your mom, with giulano on your left.
“so, watcha been up to kid?” he asks, making a little smile appear on your lips. giuliano has always been a second father to you, and julia has been a second mom to you too.
“not much, just thinking about colleges i wanna tour next year. i can’t believe i’m gonna be a junior, i can remember me and adam in kindergarten like it was yesterday,” you chuckle, a somber smile forming at your lips. you dwell on the old memories of you and adam, and you can tell giuliano does the same.
“he misses you, y’know” he says, looking out at the ice waiting for the game to start. suddenly your mouth runs dry, “what?”
“don’t play dumb, i know you heard me. i think you should talk to him,” giuliano shrugs. before you can retort, the team skates out onto the ice, and the starting lineup stands on the ice for the national anthem. as you’re sitting back down, you spot the ‘C’ on luca’s jersey.
“luca’s captain now?!” you exclaim.
“yep! first season as captain, we’re so proud of him!” julia chimes in.
“wow, i really have missed a lot,” you mumble. giuliano turns to you and whispers in your ear, “i told you! you should talk to him, like seriously.”
adam scores the winning goal, and you find yourself jumping to your feet and clapping. you catch yourself and stop immediately, but your mom is already sending you a smirk. as the two freshly showered boys exit the locker room, adam’s eyes widen when he sees you.
“y/n, hi,” he awkwardly states
“congrats adam,” you say before immediately going to congratulate luca on becoming captain. julia takes your moms hand and goes to greet some of the other parents, meanwhile luca leaves to fill up his water bottle. leaving you and adam.
“um, is there a restroom anywhere?” you ask shyly.
“yeah, follow me.”
you walk next to adam as he leads you around the corner, to a little area with two unisex restroom. you thank him, but stop in your tracks before opening the door. you turn around and see adam beginning to make a 180, but you stop him.
“adam, i’m sorry,” you say, catching his attention. he turns around with a confused look. “for what?” he asks.
“i don’t know, but i��m sorry. i did something that upset you last year, and i’m sorry. although i don’t know what it is, i apologize. i never wanted to upset you nor did i want us to stop being friends. i miss you adam,” you state.
“no, i’m sorry. i never gave you an explanation on why i got so mad, and i regret that. i miss you too. i got mad because i was jealous. you and jackson had only been dating a month, and it didn’t bother me until you ditched our annual dinner for him. i thought that you were gonna slowly drift from me towards him, so i got mad. it’s so stupid, but i guess it also helped me realize my feelings for you,” he shrugs. your breath hitches, and before you can even think, you lips crash against his.
at first he doesn’t kiss back, but he soon realizes and kisses back. he deepens it by putting a hand behind your head, and your hands find their way around his neck.
luca walks around the corner looking for you, and gasps. he scurries over to his mom, “mom! you won’t believe adam and y/n!”
she lets out an audible sigh, “are they fighting again?”
“worse! theyre kissing!” the older fantilli chuckles, looking at the reaction on both his parents and your mothers faces. at that moment, you and adam walk around the corner towards the bleachers, and see everyone looking at you two.
“well, we’re friends again,” you awkwardly chuckle, looking up at adam. everyone decides it’s best not to mention the kiss, and head towards the cars for the ritual post game ice cream. you and adam walk slowly behind everyone else, catching up on things.
“i’m surprised you came, i was wondering when you’d next show up to a game,”
“don’t feel special, my mom made me come,” you roll your eyes jokingly.
“mhm sure”
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rafecameronsslxt · 1 year
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Hooked
Warnings: Smut, fingering, dirty talk, and toxic themes.
Synopsis: After last night's ending Adriana picks up the mess and Rafe quickly goes to sex for an apology. Then go for golf which leads to something bigger than expected.
Rafe Cameron x OC
Minors DO NOT INTERACT, you will be BLOCKED.
Part TWO of series. (Can be read as stand alone)
Part ONE- Part THREE- Part FOUR- Part FIVE- Part SIX- Part SEVEN
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   I woke up to the bright sun shining through the window, waiting on no one. I rubbed my eyes to see Rafe next to me. I look at him for a second, his messy, dirty blonde hair that feels good when you run your hands through it and the sun directly on his face, but then I remember last night and get up from the bed. I throw some shorts on and walk downstairs to the kitchen, which is trashed.
   I pick up the empty beer cans and glass bottles, throwing them away in the trash as it makes a lot of noise. Then, since I’m hungry, I make breakfast for myself and the others. Eggs and bacon were all I was going to cook; it was nine, which was way too early for me to be up. 
    Wheezie was the first to come down. “Mhm, you cook?” Wheezie asks me tiredly. “Yep, and it’s done. Want some?” I smile sweetly at her so that she won't say no. She nods her head, and I make her a plate. She picks the bacon up like a bomb and then smells it. “It’s not poisoned, Wheezie,” I say, offended, but then she eats it. Her face turns surprised. “Ok, for simple bacon from you, that’s amazing.” I’m not sure if I should take it as a compliment or not, but I do. I squeal, hugging her. “Ok, ok.” She giggles.
   Then another pair of footsteps came down the stairs. “Why are we happy at nine in the morning?” Sarah asks us, rubbing her face exhausted. “Wheezie finally liked what I cooked.” Sarah smiled at me, almost letting a laugh slip, making me cross my arms. Sarah then makes herself a plate and starts eating. “Pretty good,” Sarah says to herself while watching me run upstairs. “Where are you going?” She questions me, covering her mouth since she’s eating. “Rafe.” I cough and look at her before going back up. 
   Before I woke Rafe up, I went into the guest bathroom to look at myself. My jaw drops when 
my face is tear-stained and smeared with mascara. It was supposed to be water proof what the hell! I run my hands over my face with water, wiping off the mascara with my fingers. I look back up and see Rafe standing beside me in the mirror. 
   “Jesus, you scared me.” I let out a sigh of relief after jumping out of my body. I pat a hand towel over my face and watch his arms go around my waist, leaning his head on the back of mine. “I’m sorry. Last night was my fault. I shouldn’t have convinced you to do that, baby.” He whispers in my ear softly, and I stop patting my face and put the hand towel down. 
  Rafe’s hand goes under my shirt, and his fingers run up and down my torso, barely touching my skin. Shivers roll down my spine. His fingers run under my shorts' hem but leave, returning to my torso. My breathing becomes out of place. “Babe, your sisters are waiting. We can’t be long.” 
   When I look into the mirror, he’s looking back at me. I looked into his eyes, finding nothing. Rafe had never intimidated me like this before. He looked at me, infuriated, maybe almost controlling. Finally, he stopped rubbing my side and gripped my torso tightly. “I know, baby. This is for you. Everything. Just let me please you, hm.” He said it too calmly, almost in a threatening manner.
   “Are you mad at me? Rafe, this better not be some sick game because I swear to god-” His hand slid down into my shorts. His fingers are cold as he runs a finger up and down me. “I didn’t think you’d be this wet.” His cold fingers feel good against my hot flesh. He uses my cum as lubrication and slowly rubs in circles with two fingers. “Fuck. Rafe, baby, please. I need you.” I cry out but then bite my lip. I lean my head against his shoulder for support. 
   Adriana lays her head on me. I watch, not taking my eyes off her as she falls to pieces in front of me. Had this been another sick game of mine? Yes, but I could quickly shut my baby up. We’ve always been co-dependent on each other since fifth grade. It wouldn’t stop now or ever. Neither of us could live without each other, even if I started to fuck things up. 
   I’d still been a little mad despite my sincere apology about last night, and sooner or later, she’ll figure out this was about control. Not just sex. She’s smart. “You’re smart, baby,” I tell her, whispering. I push two fingers into her. She gasps in pleasure. Her grip tightens on my arm. “You’re my pretty girl. Only my baby.” 
   “Only for you, Rafe- god, I fucking love you.” She gave me an open mouth kiss that consisted of more spit than kissing, but I wasn’t opposed. 
   Something we don’t usually talk about is how I’m her first boyfriend. I got the honor of doing everything first. She’d never be able to date someone else because I’ll always be with her at the end of the day. But she’s my first girlfriend too, though I didn’t lose my virginity to her first. Besides that, everything we’ve done has been our first together, and no one will take it away.
   “Mhm, I love you too.” I curl my fingers and thrust my fingers into her cunt hard. She was so tight that it was hard to fit two fingers in. 
   My legs started feeling weak as the minutes passed. He fingered me roughly. It had been three months since having sex, and it felt like he was splitting me open. Then, He took his fingers out of me.   
   “Rafe!” I cried at the loss of his fingers. I just needed to be full of him- of Rafe. His fingers vigorously circled my clit. I couldn’t get a word out because of all the overwhelming bliss I had missed from him. “Fuck Rafe faster, baby.” I moaned out. He’d already been going fucking fast- Oh. My. God. “Cum on my fingers, baby, come on.” I locked eyes with him in the mirror, but my eyes started rolling back, and my legs started staggering to stand. I almost fall to the tiled floor before Rafe picks me up. 
   Rafe takes me to his room and throws me on the bed. “Shit, we’re not done?” I pant, propping myself up on my forearms. He reaches over to the bedside table and checks my phone.
“Ten O’clock, we have time.” Rafe’s face changes into disgust. “Why did JJ text you?” He puts my phone back on the table. “They're my friends Rafe.” I cross my arms in disbelief that he’s trying to start a fight right now.
   “They're not friends, Ad. Their low lives.” Rafe realizes that I’m getting mad and changes the subject. He gets on top of me, pressing his lower half onto me. I feel his erect cock exactly pressing into my vagina. “Can I fuck you without a condom? Also, I want to cum into you this time.” I start biting my lip. “I’m not taking birth control, Rafe.” I run my hands through his hair. “Come on, baby. I just want to feel you and make it worth it.” He pleads to me. I take my shorts along with my panties off. 
   He smirks at me, chuckling. “You’re so fucking dirty, baby.” Rafe shakes his head, laughing. I watch him throw off his shorts and underwear. “I learned from the best.” Rafe starts unbuttoning his button-up that I stole. I wrap my hands around his cock and slowly slide it up and down my slit. “Did you cum in your underwear?” I question because he had more than a little ‘pre-cum.’ Rafe’s tough facade fades, and his face changes to bright red. 
   “How could I not? You were pressing on me and moaning, baby.” He smiles down at me. It felt great to have that kind of power over a guy, especially Rafe. He removes my hand from his cock. Rafe pushes my hands above my head and holds both of my hands together with one of his hands. He lets go of my hands and connects his mouth to my tits. I feel his tip push into me. I gasped in surprise, thinking he’d warn me. 
   Rafe looks up at me and licks my nipple while his free hand, away from his cock, gropes and kneads my boob. “Rafe fuck me already. Please!” I beg my boyfriend, who is not giving in. I feel his tip come out and lay against my soft flesh. Rafe flashes a pretty smile at me, one that would melt my heart if we hadn’t been in his bedroom fucking. 
   I bring Rafe back up to my level and kiss him. Brutal and intense like he does to me. I feel an extra amount of spit in my mouth that wasn’t there before. “Did you just spit in my mouth!?” I laugh, swallowing his saliva. 
   He nods his head leaning for another kiss. I take this as an advantage to push his tip back into me, and then I wrap my legs around his torso, forcing his dick into me. I let out a throaty moan. He starts thrusting his cock into me at an unholy pace. “Shit baby, you are so- fucking tight around me.” My body willingly does anything he asks. 
   Rafe puts his forehead onto mine as we do an unholy sin. “You don’t realize how much- ah- I love you.” His hips start hitting my cervix. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding onto Rafe. “I love you so much- more,” I whine out in ecstasy, and then I feel his balls slapping against me. 
   The only thing to be heard throughout his room are obscene noises from our skin, moans, and the sweet nothings Rafe is telling me while fucking me senseless. The rawness of him has never felt so extraordinary. 
   I bring one of my hands down to my clit, rubbing it quickly. I feel Rafe’s thrusts get sloppier by the second. “Rafe. I’m about to cum.” My hand movements sped up on my clit until I felt Rafe’s hands remove mine. His calloused fingers feel good against me. “Come on baby cum on me. I want you to be all over me!” I start pinching my nipples roughly. My legs start shaking again, and my pussy clenches around Rafe’s dick more times than I can count. 
   After another second, I cum. “Baby! You just fucking squirted on me.” Rafe says enthusiastically while thrusting into me and rubbing my clit to the point where it burns. One more heartless thrust into me, and he comes, and then I squirt again. I start panting, looking at the mess I’ve made on Rafe. “Mhm, I didn’t know you could do that. You’re a fucking slut for me.” He whispers sinisterly into my ear while thrusting his cock in me. I feel his cum dripping down my thighs. “I love being your slut. I want you to fuck me every day, whenever and where ever.” In reality, I’d never let him fuck me where ever, but he already knows this.
   “Mhm, as much as I would like to stay with you, I can’t. I’m meeting my friends later on.” I smile while leaning over him. “Baby, I told Topper we’d play golf with him.” I flop back down on the bed with a grumble. I hated golf. Top knows that, and so does Rafe. It was such a kook thing, but all you did was hit a ball into the air and say, ‘OMG! It went so far,’ but it actually hit someone not even five feet away. “So you didn’t e- never mind. I’m heading back to my house to change, and I expect you to pick me up.” Of course, don’t ask what I’m doing for the rest of the day—inconsiderate asshole.
   I walk into my house, annoyed, and see my parents in the dining room. “Don’t think you’re sneaking past. Get in here!” My mom said in a stern voice. “Mom, I can’t right now. I have to play golf with Rafe and Top. Can you guys just give me a break?” I rub my temples in aggravation; surprisingly, she lets me go, and no warnings. I run up to my bedroom, rush in the shower, do my makeup and everything else and now for clothes. 
   A white button tank top that I didn’t button up, basically putting my cleavage on display for anyone to see. I took a pink pleated skirt out of my closet and put it on along with white golf gloves. I put my hair into a pretty ponytail and walked downstairs to see Rafe chatting with my parents. Rafe starts choking up his water. “Sweetheart, you look beautiful. Now go, or your dad will have a heart attack.” My mom whispers in my ear, giggling. I grab Rafe’s hand, quickly dragging him behind me. “Bye, daddy. Love you.” I yell to him, shutting the front door and not waiting for a response.
   “Why are you wearing this to golf? Button it up, baby, seriously.”
   Rafe squints at me, trying to cover his eyes from the sun, but button up my top. “Get off of me. Let’s go before my parents question why you’re touching my chest.” I sigh loudly, removing Rafe’s greedy hands from me.
   Rafe throws his arm over my shoulder. “Did you bring mine?” I look around at the palm trees and then at Rafe. The sun streaks across his face while we walk in and out of the shade. He looks like he’s radiating an ego today. He nods his head. “You look gorgeous today.” I smile at him, showing him my flawless shiny teeth. 
   “I feel like a real kook; get me out of here.” I pretend to fake cry leaning my head on Rafe’s shoulder. Rafe playfully pushes me off his shoulder, laughing. 
   We finally get to the golf course seeing Top already there. They do their little bro handshake, and they take out their clubs. “Rafe, baby, can you get mine out.” I grin at him. “You came.” Top smiles at me. I put my arm around him and pinch his ear brutally hard. “Don’t ever invite me again. I politely ask you.” I put my hand on his head and messed his hair up. “Ok, you did not need to hurt me.” He rubs his ear in pain but then gets a look in his eye. I start backing away. I shake my head, but before I can run, he grabs my waist and starts tickling me. 
   Topper and me had been like brother and sister. He was the brother I never had and was sure as hell the best brother I could ask for besides JJ. “Ok, ok.” Rafe puts my golf club in between Top and me. I grab my gold club and point it at Topper. “Watch your back.” He puts his hands up, surrendering. 
   I feel Rafe kiss my temple while Top hits the golf ball. After a couple more rounds, we decide to take a break. “You know I love when you wear your hats backwards.” I throw my arms around his neck and smile as he kisses me. It was quite a turn-on. “Ok, we should go get your ball,” I propose, but something catches Rafe’s eye. 
   I look behind me, and I see Pope. Shit. I form a distance between Rafe and me as Topper steps in the middle of us. “Wow- wow, I don’t think he’s a member, do you?” Rafe holds his golf club up to his chin and watches Pope.
He has bags of groceries and beer in his hands, most likely for someone who paid for it. “It’s fine- it’s fine. Let’s just go get your ball.” Topper tries. “He put a gun to your head, bro.” Rafe looks at me for a second, and he gets a very well-known look in his eye that I’ve seen more than once. He wants to start something.
    “It’s fine- Rafe, Rafe. Let’s get your ball, man.” 
   Rafe is already walking down to Pope. You hit Toppers back, but knowing Top, he won’t do anything to help. I cross my arms feeling uncomfortable. I watch Rafe walk up to Pope, stopping him with the golf club. I decide not to step in but watch because what am I going to do? Hit my own boyfriend in the head with my golf club. 
   I want to do something because Pope will get angry at me, and I don’t want that right now. Things were not supposed to be like this today.
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moontyuns · 4 months
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{06:20 pm}
Word count: 0.6k Pairing: Minghao x gn!reader Genre: established relationships, fluff Rating: pg-13
a/n: idk i just suddenly craved something wintery, fluffy and a bit cliche so i wrote this short piece out of the blue eheh
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You come through the office doors, it’s late evening by the time you finish your work, and that’s when you realize that you made the greatest mistake by throwing on a coat instead of the puffer. The temperature dropped significantly, unlike the morning you’re sure that it’s around 4 negative degrees but it feels much colder. “Uh well okay, getting sick is not in my plans so let’s pray I won’t” you muttered under your nose and buried the lower part of your face under the thick material of the sweater's neck. It’s not like it actually helps you the slightest bit to get warmer, but at least the cold wind doesn’t bite your chin anymore.
When you went a few meters from the office building, your hand, which you tried to warm up in the pocket, felt the phone buzzing. You thought that it could be your boyfriend but you remembered that he should still work and he rarely messages you unless it’s something important. You brought the phone closer and it was indeed messages from Minghao. 
Haohao <3: “Hey, love” “Are you free already? I ended earlier today, so i thought we could meet up” “Call me when you see this”
Once you read the last message you dialed his number right away, and after a few seconds, you heard the voice that brought you comfort “Hey, saw my messages?” the boy on the other line asked you. “Mhm, I just went outside of the office. Where can we meet?” you felt your teeth start chattering, you need to go somewhere as soon as possible. “Let’s meet in the “Cosmos” cafe, it’s a block away from your office,” Minghao said, and you felt grateful because it’s probably the farthest you could get without dying from frostbite. “Yep! See you there in a few!” you replied and disconnected. 
You almost run to that cafe and once you are in front of it you peek through the windows to see if Minghao got there or not. When you see no trace of your boyfriend you, for some reason, decide to wait for him outside. You don’t feel your limbs as they feel more like pieces of ice but you still stand outside of the building. A few minutes later you saw your lover getting closer, so you started waving your hand as energetically as you could (even though it probably looked funny considering your state) to greet the boy. “Hi, baby,” Minghao said as he stood before you, he leaned to place a chaste kiss on your cheek and then squinted his eyes at you, “Wait..is it your autumn coat?” you feel embarrassed a bit because it’s always you who can’t predict the weather correctly. “Well yeah…you know a funny story actually..” you didn’t finish your sentence when you heard the boy sighing loudly “God, when will you start checking the forecast before going outside?” The question was obviously rhetorical so you opted to not answer it but divert your eyes to the other side of the road. You heard the boy shuffling and a warm something placed around your neck. It was Minghao’s scarf that he gave to you to warm you up slightly. “Dummy you even waited for me outside..” he shook his head and took your cold hands in his much warmer one and then kissed them. “Let’s go inside, I will buy you a hot chocolate and then we will return home in a taxi, I don’t want you to become an ice princess and then get sick” he placed one last kiss on your forehead and you silently nodded and followed him inside.
Reblogs and likes are highly appreciated <3 Do not - steal / copy / repost / translate any of my works !
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smut-simp · 9 months
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Hi! Can i ask for reader who instantly has a crush on one of the demon brothers once they introduce themselves? (that is if you do obey me hc's) ty and have a nice day!
Ok cool!
MC who has a crush on the Demon Bros HC
WARNING: Awkwardness, Asmo being Asmo, Beel being innocent, REALLY OOC, i think that's it?
A/N: Guys, this is my first time writing a headcanon for ANY fandom okay so if it's bad, ur just gonna have to deal with it 😭
Prologue: You have just come to the Devildom and the moment you laid eyes on him, you thought you would pass out, but instead, you said, "Ur cute asf". Dummy, How do they react?
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W h a t
Did you just...
Yep, that's Lucifer's initial reaction before he finally snaps back to his normal self
Part of him is not surprised at all because y'know... He is THE avatar of pride himself
But another part of him is weirdly silent because, WE JUST MET, he doesn't even know you yet
"Hello Human. And thank you for the compliment."
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He is literally screaming on the inside
He just met you
And another thing is that he cannot escape you at all
In private he asks Lucifer if he could assign someone else as your protector
of course he says no
now every time you're together, you openly flirt with him
"I am anything but cute. But, of course you would fall in love with THE GREAT MAMMON!"
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He is shookith
How could you or ANYONE like a stinky otaku like him?
He isn't very fond of you at all.
he doesn't like anything about you.
until he finds out you cosplay
he does keep his distance
but one day you sneak into his room behind Solomon and hide behind something, ANYTHING
he finds you
"G-get out of m-my ROOM!"
Summons Lotan
Oh, you're dead.
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He stares at you blankly for 0.5 seconds/awkward silence
why did you say that?
what gave you the motive?
were you talking to him?
I mean you are kinda cute but WHO CARES?
those are all of the questions he is thinking in his head
he also keeps his distance from you
he reads books to try and forget what you said
but he just CAN'T
so he opts to talking to you about it
"Hey, the first day you came, you thought I was cute? Why do you think that?"
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"Well i think you're cute too, My love!"
y'know it's just asmo being asmo
he does take a liking to you and hangs out with you often like besties!
in your free time, you stay in his room and paint each other's nails
he honestly remembers and loves the day you called him cute
"(y/n), Remember the day you called me cute?"
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"Oh, Thank You!"
that is exactly what Beel said before he ACTUALLY registered what you said
He didn't know what you said until Satan reminded him later on in the day
"Wasn't (y/n) really nice?"
"you did notice they called you cute right?"
"wait what? seriously"
"mhm"
"I like them even more now!"
"you're so innocent it scares me"
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when you went back to the attic to confront him because he lied to you, you were smitten that you liked him.
"huh? you. like me?"
You ran back down the stairs after hearing what he wanted you to do
He sat there confused for the rest of the day
yawn "at least they're more determined to set me free, this attic is uncomfortable."
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I’m broken, but pretty. Who wants me?
I had this idea in my head for a while...i wanted to try this out with Izuku and Shoji! Also, izuku and shoji are both crushing on you! 
and i still love izuku, i just post him as an idiot, but i will make more fluff of him and you...someday
warnings: Izuku x reader x shoji - i guess, izuku messes up, Shoji falls first, but you fall harder in a heartbeat and Izuku can’t help but watch as he misses his chance of asking you out and faces the consequences.
Did i use pronouns? I don’t think so. 
Gender? Nope
Have fun reading!
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you glared at the boy in front of you with a murderous glint in your eyes. Everything he did, whether he opened his mouth, looked around, or even breathed - you couldn’t stand it. 
Not because you hated Izuku. No. You’d never hate that sweet boy. If anything, you’d rip your heart out just to get his attention. But right now, he was talking to Todoroki about the progress he’d made in english. 
You were better than Todoroki in english, why didn’t Izuku ask you? Also, come to think of it, you never really had any proper interaction with the cutie you’ve gotten that stupid crush on. 
How come...? 
It is already the end of the first semester! Throughout the sports festival, or the camp incident- hell, even the kamino incident, you two had never actually time to chat with each other. but, you also thought that the greenette would purposely avoid you. that thought made your little, fragile heart of glass break.
...
With your quirk, diamond, which allowed you to form your being into a living weapon like Yaoyorozu, with spikes adorning your limbs, your skin to harden like Kirishima’s, or your voice to echoed when you crystallised your throat and screamed like Present Mic. 
When you used your quirk, nothing could break you. Todoroki’s fire or ice only made you stronger, with the extra sand you carried around, you managed to ‘heal’ your broken or injured places and even won against him when you sparred against the boy. 
But, the drawback was that you looked...spooky. 
Shoji respected you for not covering up the consequence of your quirk overuse on your face. To put it easily, your face...it was broken. 
Yep.
Your right eye had a crack coming out from your iris and it went across your whole face like a spider’s den, but, you didn’t cover up. 
You liked that you looked like that, even when you might look scary. well, it was the drawback of your quirk. You were happy that it didn’t hit one of the nerves in your right eye, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to see. 
Also, Shoji was your best friend, along with Koda and Tokoyami.
...
“Um...hey?“, a voice called, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your wide eyes searched for the voice, and you only had to look to the left, where Izuku fiddled with his hands, not looking at you. 
Is-is he? is he talking to me-
“You know...since we didn’t really talk that much together...I would like to get to know you better...! I mean, only if you want to, of course.“
Huh, he really is talking to me. 
“And what should we do together?“
He didn’t look prepared. At all.
“Oh-um, well, I-I don’t know! W-we could uh-“
“Fight.“
“H-huh?“
“Let’s fight, Midoriya.“
“You mean like, training?“
“Mhm.“
“O-oh, um, yeah. Yes! Sure!“
...
You were training for a few minutes now. Where was he? The ground was wet with your sweat and you had to change your training area because of that. Now, you were hardening yourself. In your heart, there was a crack. 
That crack resembled the hurt Izuku had given you. He didn’t even show up. Such a freak. You got angry and groaned, your skin shining beautifully in your skin colour, but as if it’s made out of glass. 
“Ah, didn’t he come?“, a familiar deep voice called, and you didn’t need to know who it was. You shook your head. “Nope, and I’m such a dumbass for falling for it. You have any idea ho to push off some steam, Shoji?“
You now turned around and looked at his big frame. hot. He looked to the side. “Let’s get out of here. You’ve been here long enough.”
You nodded. You didn’t want to be here anymore either. Just as you left the gym, Izuku came storming into the place him and you agreed to spar on. He was here-but where were you?
One look at his watch told him that he messed up; He was half an hour too late.
He groaned, hitting his head. Of course you’d leave! He’s so stupid for talking to All Might earlier! 
He still couldn’t help but blush. Thinking that you’d even agreed to hang out with somebody like him...wow.
He still thought that he was undeserving considering the shit he’s been through. However, he was a little more confident, but not when it came to you. 
You, who was so, so beautiful despite your broken face which you got from fighting numerous villains, and it just added to your beauty. 
You, who was on top of the class, helping dumber students like Kirishima, Denki, Mina and Sero to lift the weight off of Bakugo’s shoulder with just a nod- to which Bakugo was very thankful for. 
You, who was very good in any language, english being your easiest subject. Maybe he should’ve asked you on a study date like Shoto advised the hopeless romantic to do, but Izuku was a freak. Too scared to confess, pussying out every time when he got closer to you than ten feet.
you, who only hung around the calmest students, like Kida, Tokoyami, Jirou, and...Shoji. 
Now, Izuku didn’t have anything against the gentle giant, but he was jealous od Mezo for being able to talk to you so effortlessly. Whenever your cute laugh blossomed in his hearing area, he whipped his head to you with a smile, only for it to fall the second he saw the reason you were happy. 
Shoji was perfect, he thought. 
Shoji understood you. 
Shoji was a respectful man. 
Shoji was polite. 
Shoji had a cool quirk.
Shoji was nice.
Shoji wasn’t shy. Shoji wasn’t scared of speaking his mind. Shoji was funny.
In other words, Shoji was everything Izuku wasn’t.
The freckled boy shook his head, tears already forming in his eyes. Now, he ran back, his heart wanting to find you. 
...
“N-no...“
“Yes.“
You were laughing your ass off as Shoji told you an embarassing story of him trying to dance gangnam style on ‘just dance’ and how he felt like one of the dancers, saying that he was really feeling it, and he even made a short dance of hopping around and crossing his hands, singing ‘Opa gangnam style!’ right next to you.
Even though you two were in public and people were staring, you and Shoji couldn’t care less. It was nice to have Shoji as a friend. ouch
It was sunset now, and Shoji and you were on your way back to the dorms. He had his hands in his pockets, his bag resting behind him with one of his many arms holding it. You had your bag in front of you and holding it like a stereotypical anime girl.  
Your eyes were closed as you laughed, and Shoji watched you with a covered, fond smile. Then, when your laughter slowly died down, he looked to the ground again, taking deep breaths. Then, he stopped walking, and you took three steps forward, then you stopped too when he didn’t go. 
“Shoji...?“
“...“, he only looked to the side, as if contemplating on telling you something.
you snickered again. “What is it, Shoji?”, you asked, smiling at the boy with fondness written all over your face. He took one last deep breath before taking a step towards you. “well, I- woah!”, he said, falling onto his left knee, but balancing himself again. 
“Um, you okay?“
“Y-yeah, guess I just fell for you. That’s all.”, he chuckled, resting his arms on his right knee, looking up at you with cheeky anticipation. And hope.
You, were speechless for a moment. Did he just...confess? 
“I-you-huh?“, you only made out before Shoji sighed, taking both your hands caustiously and slowly, as if he was ready to let you go when you wanted to. 
“I fell in love with you, you know? You’re amazing. You’re-“
he kissed one of your hands through his clothed lips, and you still felt goosebumps traling up your arm and how it spreaded all over your body.
“-beautiful-“
another kiss towards your knuckles, 
“-strong-“
much more kisses now, going slowly up your arm, and you let him. you wanted this...somehow. sure, the six-armed handsome young man you had could be a little blunt, but you didn’t know about Shoji’s straightforwardness. you felt your face heating up with every kiss he took.
“-brave, sweet, nice, and kind-“
now, he was kissing your cheek. you held your breath, waiting for him to kiss you on the lips. 
“can I...kiss you?“, he murmured softly against your lips, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. and he had a finger hooked around the mask covering his lower face, slowly pulling it down. 
He wasn’t going to...take it off, right?
“Please,“, you moaned breathlessly against Shoji, and he really took off the mask. He smiled shyly up at you. you cupped his face, tracing your thumbs against his long lips. 
I wanna kiss you..., you thought. 
Then you blinked. Wait. what am I doing? I have a crush on-Izuku...yeah, no. Fuck him.
I...I want to kiss Shoji. ,embarassed about that thought, you looked at Shoji’s closed eyes as he let you look and touch at the rest of his face. you were proud of yourself for being such a good person that even Shoji decided to show his face to you. 
It was even a surprise at how much more beautiful the boy in front of you looked. He looked...complete.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined...”, muttered softly, trailing his lips and jaw. His breath hitched in his throat and his blissed out face got red. “What...what did you imagine me looking like without my mask on?”, he asked, eyeing you suspiciously, but you were too in trance at how pretty the boy you held looked like.
“Dunno, I already forgot...”, you trailed off as you inched closer to his face, slowly closing your eyes. He did the same and soon, your lips met perfectly. Slowly, as to not ruin the moment, you parted before kissing him again, and again and again. 
...
Izuku ran back to the dorms. He didn’t think that you might have grabbed a bite, because you always only brought some water with you and lunch. 
He still cursed himself for staying too late chatting away with his mentor, but then something caught the corner of his eye as he was about to reach the doorknob. 
He finally saw you, but what were you doing with Shoji? Why are your faces so close? 
Are you two...kissing?
...
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.
.
Oh. 
Tears were now streaming freely from his face and he had to clench his teeth as to not let any sound escape from his mouth. He turned away and opened the door, and dashed into his room. 
Meanwhile, you were kissing the man kneeling in front of you with such a gentle way you’d sworn to only use on Izuku. But, guess you had a change of plans. (cue to me winking stupidly) 
After a while, you parted with ragged breaths and taking in the other person. you spoke first. 
“You really fell in love with me?“, you asked with a smile.
“Yes.“, he replied in a heartbeat.
“Well, shall we-“
“Dorm.“
“But-“
“Dorm.“
“Okay, let’s go.“
And finally, Shoji stood up from his knee and led you inside, but not before pulling his mask in its original place. One of his hands was resting on your lower back and another hand formed into a mouth, telling you to follow him, which you did.
You two ended up cuddling. Have some dignity you pervert. 
...
After some months of dating, you and Shoji were ready to tell the class.
“Aww, you guys are so cute together!“, Mina cooed, looking at you, who was holding one of Shoji’s arms, with a teary smile on her face.
Izuku didn’t smile. He only looked at you with a hollow expression, heavy eyebags and pale skin engraved themselves into the poor boy’s body. 
He sighed, looking at his notebook again. There was a drawing of you smiling, despite your broken face. 
Izuku thought you looked absolutely perfect.
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justaquirkyfangirl · 2 years
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She's My Girlfriend - Sebastian Smythe x Reader (Chapter 5)
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Sebastian Smythe x Fem!Reader (Posted on Wattpad)
Summary:
"What are you doing?!"
"We knew you guys were up to no good!"
"What are you talking about, she's my girlfriend!"
"Wait, girlfriend?" "Huh?" "I thought you were gay..?"
Word Count: 630
Y/n's POV
"So, who wants to kick this off?" Mr. Shue asks as he claps his hands together. "No volunteers?" I looked around me before sighing and raising my hand up. "Great! Well come on up, the floor is yours."
I make my way over to the middle of the room, in front of the piano and take a deep breath in.
"All along it was a fever
A cold sweat, hot headed believer
I threw my hands in the air, said, "Show me something"
He said, "If you dare, come a little closer"
Round and around and around and around we go
Oh, now tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know
Not really sure how to feel about it
Something in the way you move
Makes me feel like I can't live without you
It takes me all the way
I want you to stay
It's not much of a life you're living
It's not just something you take, it's given
Round and around and around and around we go
Oh, now tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know
Not really sure how to feel about it
Something in the way you move
Makes me feel like I can't live without you
It takes me all the way
And I want you to stay
Ooh, the reason…"
Everyone begins to clap and cheer as my song ends. I smiled a bit before returning to my seat, some of my friends complimenting me. For the rest of glee I couldn't stop smiling, I was so proud of myself.
Rachel and Finn performed a duet together, as did Mercedes, and Artie. Then Quinn sang a solo before joining Santana and Brittany's performance too. Blaine and Kurt decided to have everyone song with them, and this had to be one of the best meetings we've had.
After glee, I headed home where Sebastian was supposed to meet me since my parents were both working late that night. As I arrived, I noticed a familiar car parked down the street from my house.
I unlocked the door and walked inside and jogged upstairs to my room. Sure enough, Sebastian was lying on my bed reading some book.
"Hey babe, did you put the spare key back under the rock?" I ask as I flop onto the bed beside him.
"Yes ma'am, I did." He says, before placing his book to the side and placing a kiss to my temple.
"Good. So how was your day?" I asked, cuddling myself into him, placing my face in the crook of his neck.
"Same old, same old. Went through some classes and practiced with the warblers. We were working on our songs for Regionals coming up" He replies, a cocky smirk on his face.
"Hmm, oh yeah? And what songs were those? I asked, placing a soft kiss on his neck.
"We were working on G- hey!" He exclaimed when he realized what I was doing. "I see what you're doing, you little devil."
I let out a laugh, before looking up at him, "I'm just kidding. I wouldn't do that to you."
"Mhm, because I'm so sure of that." He replies sarcastically, while rolling his eyes at me.
"It's true!" I say back, lightly hitting his arm. "Anyway, are you hungry? Do you want to have dinner?"
"Yeah sure, we can whip up something quick like pasta to have." He agrees.
I sit up from the bed and grab his hand in mine before we go racing to the kitchen, downstairs.
Let's say that the night was filled with us somewhat successfully cooling pasta but the kitchen was a mess. We ended up spending two hours cleaning it up after we ate. Yep, he's a keeper.
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strangleetomz · 2 years
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Little Lee
Day 4 Of Lee Tommy Week; Lee Mood! Link for the prompts: https://fizzthelee.tumblr.com/post/690344255616663552/ah-why-ello-there-what-is-this-a-lee-tommy-week
Lee!Tommy, Ler!Wilbur, CC’s :] (all of these will probably be cc)
warnings: tickling that is meant to be “intense”, pinning, swearing, nervousness
SFW & PLATONIC. NSFW & SHIPPERS GO AWAY
Tommy woke up, smile on his face and blushing. For god knows what reason, he just had a fucking tickle dream, and woke up in a lee mood!
He was staying at Wilbur’s for the weekend as well. He questioned how else this day could possibly go.
When Tommy stepped out of his room, Wilbur immediately caught on to what was up just by the look of his flushed face and fidgeting. How lucky unlucky could Tommy be, Wilbur happened to of woken up in a ler mood.
“Goodmorning, Tommy. You alright?” Wilbur asked, a smile forming on his face. Tommy failed to notice.
“Mhm.. m’alright,” Tommy muttered, loud enough for Wilbur to hear him. Wilbur decided he needed to be nice to the boy in the morning, but he’d get him in the afternoon.
“Want me to make you breakfast, Toms?” Wilbur asked in a soft tone, and Tommy smiled lightly.
“Yes.. pancakes, please?” Tommy replied, his voice a bit higher in pitch which caused him to blush more from embarrassment. “Sorry, voice crack..” Nice save.
Wilbur chuckled, “you’re good, mate. And the pancakes shouldn’t be too long!”
“Thanks Wil,” Tommy’s smile grew. Wilbur was the best big brother figure anybody could ask for.
Tommy went to go sit on the couch, deciding to put MrBeast on the TV since they had the option for apps on the TV. Tommy decided to watch the video where they gave $1,000,000 worth of food to people in need. (i think everyone reading this knows what happens in that video)
Tommy was laying in a pretty strange way. One arm on top of the couch, the other dangling off the couch, and his legs spread out pretty widely. He looked like a starfish that took up the entire couch. Wilbur looked over at him and giggled.
“Tohommy, what the hell are you dohoing?” He smiled at the blonde teen, who picked up his head to look at him.
“Watching MrBeast, wanna watch?” Tommy asked as the scene of Karl being taped to the boxes came on.
“Sure, but not too much. Gotta watch your pancakes, y’know?” Wilbur said as he looked at the TV.
“Karl, can you get out of it?” “I don’t think so..” “So, Chris, does that make you wanna..” Jimmy guided Chris’s hands toward’s Karl’s torso, and Chris smiled evilly then started tickling Karl anywhere he could.
“No!” Karl yelped before letting out high pitched giggles while squirming. “Karl is super ticklish,” Jimmy spoke before it cut to the next part of the video.
Tommy was blushing like crazy, and he immediately switched from being sprawled out all over the couch to laying on his side, curled into a ball.
Wilbur giggled at him, “you alright, Toms?” He noticed his blush spread to his ears and a bit down his neck.
“Yep! Just fine!” Tommy called, hoping the subject would be changed.
“I thought that was pretty cute, don’t ya think? I mean Karl couldn’t get away, he was trapped and just had to take it!” Wilbur decided to mess with Tommy a bit before going back to finish the pancakes.
Tommy was just a mess on the couch, but he ignored his growing lee mood and decided he’d just text Ranboo and Tubbo.
“Toms, your pancakes are done!” Wilbur called as he set the plate on the table.
“Fuckin’ finally, Wil! I’m starving to death here,” Tommy joked, and Wilbur smiled.
“Aye, good food takes time to make,” Wilbur said as he poked Tommy in the ribs. He didn’t miss the flinch and the muffled squeak that came from Tommy before he started eating.
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Later on in the day, the crimeboys were on the couch watching movies, Tommy in the position he was in while watching MrBeast before.. that.. happened to Karl, and Wilbur just sitting normally on the other couch.
Wilbur decided it was time.
“Hey Tommy..” Wilbur said, trying to supress his evil smirk.
The tone Wilbur used caused butterflies to erupt in Tommy’s tummy, and nervous giggles bubbled in his throat. He knew that tone all too well.
“Y-yeah Wilbur?” Play it cool. Play it cool.
“Do you really think I haven’t caught onto your mood yet?” Wilbur asked, letting the smirk grow on his face.
Tommy choked and looked away. “Wh- whahat mood?” He cursed himself for letting a giggle slip. He didn’t notice Wilbur get up and stand over him.
“You really think I don’t know you’ve been in a lee mood since this morning?” Wilbur suddenly grabbed Tommy and set him on the ground, sitting on his thighs before he could get away.
“I- whahat ahare yohou talking abohout?” Tommy exclaimed and finally the giggles erupted from him.
“Oh, Tommy, don’t think I don’t know that you want me to absolutely wreck you. To wiggle my fingers up and down your sides, to scribble my fingers all over that adorably ticklish tummy of yours, and don’t worry Toms, I’ll make sure to get your giggle button as well~” Wilbur poked Tommy’s tummy, and Tommy flinched and giggled.
“Wihihihil!” Tommy whined through his giggles, the poor boy just wanted his tickles, damnit!
“Yes, Toms~?” Wilbur wouldn’t keep this up for long, he wasn’t that much of an asshole. But he still wanted to see if he could get Tommy to outright say that he wanted the tickles.
“Juhust- juhuhust tihihihickle me alreheheady!” Tommy spoke very quickly, hoping Wilbur would comply.
“Sure thing, Tommy!” Wilbur exclaimed cheerfully before drilling his thumbs into Tommy’s hips, to catch him off guard.
Tommy squealed, “AAHAHAHahaA! WIHIHIL NOHOHO!”
“Aw, but you asked for this, Toms~! If I can remember right, a couple seconds ago you said, and I quote, ‘juhuhust tihihihickle me alreheheady!’” Wilbur mimicked Tommy’s giggling, and Tommy let out a flustered groan. Wilbur switched to wiggling his fingers between each of Tommy’s ribs.
“Dohohohon’t mohohock mehehehe!” Tommy giggled as he weakly pushed at Wilbur’s hands for a bit before settling for covering his face.
“Nuh-uh, none of that, little lee~,” Wilbur gave him a smile as he grabbed both of his hands and pinned them underneath his knees, careful not to hurt him.
Without warning, Wilbur suddenly dipped his finger in Tommy’s bellybutton and wiggled it around, while also squeezing up and down Tommy’s sides. Tommy screamed bloody fucking murder.
“WIHIHIHILBUHUHUR! NAHAHAHA NOHOHO!” Tommy squirmed as much as he could, bucking ct his hips and trying to get his hands free.
Wilbur leaned down to whisper in Tommy’s ear, “tktktktktktktk~!” He then blew a raspberry on Tommy’s neck, which got a loud, high/pitched squeal out of him.
“FUHUHUCK! WIHIHILBYHEHE!” Tommy immediately looked away from Wilbur once the nickname slipped, and Wilbur stopped, leaving Tommy confused. He turned back to look at Wilbur.
“Wh- why dihid yohou stohop?” Tommy asked after about 25 seconds of silence. Wilbur had a wide yest soft smile on his face.
“You just fuckin’ called me Wilby!” Wilbur exclaimed. Tommy wasn’t sure if his face could be anymore red than it was.
“Shuhut uhup!” Tommy tried again to get his hands free, missing the evil giggle that came from Wilbur.
“Did you just tell me to shut up?” Wilbur asked, a smirk forming from his originally fond smile.
“No! Noho I dihidn’t!” Tommy tried to defend himself, and failed miserably. Wilbur slowly lifted uo Tommy’s shirt and stopped at his ribs.
“Ready?” Was all Wilbur said before leaning down and blowing a fat raspberry right above Tommy’s bellybutton while scratching at his sides.
Tommy shrieked, “WIHIHIHIHIL! NAHAHAH NOHOHO! CUHUHUT IHIHIT OHOUTT!” He didn’t actually mean that, but he was reaching his limit now.
Wilbur switched to smaller and quicker raspberries, Tommy’s laughter still being very shrieky and high pitched.
Wilbur giggled into Tommy’s stomach, which had absolutely no reason to tickle just as much as the raspberries!
Wilbur blew one more raspberry mixed with nibbling along Tommy’s stomach, which was enough for Tommy.
“OHOKAHAHAHAY! MEHEHERCYHEHE WIHIHIL! PLEHEASE!” Wilbur stopped and got off of Tommy immediately, pulling the boy into a hug and rubbing his back soothingly.
“You alright, Toms?” Wilbur asked as the boy calmed down and let out his remaining giggles. Tommy nodded and Wilbur picked him up then sat on the couch, Tommy still in his arms.
“You took that like a champ, mate,” Wilbur said, carding a hand through the teen’s hair. Tommy looked up at Wilbur.
“Pogchamp,” Tommy spoke with a smile.
“Pogchamp,” Wilbur repeated. The two sat in silence for a bit, aside from whatever the hell was playing on the TV.
“Wil..?” Tommy suddenly spoke up, and Wilbur looked down at him.
“Yeah, Toms?” The boy looked like he was about to fall asleep.
“C-can you give gentle tickles, please..” Tommy muttered, his face flushing pink out of embarrassment. Wilbur cooed at him.
“Aww, Toms. Of course,” Wilbur smiled as he lightly traced shapes into the boys side, producing giggles sweeter than honey. Wilbur loved moments like these, where Tommy wasn’t focused on streaming or content. Where he was just a soft sweetheart that loves physical affection and bonding with his friends.
Tommy loved these moments as well, especially with Wilbur. He’s like a brother to him, and he wouldn’t want things between them to be any different. He knew he could count on Wil, for anything.
They’re brothers, your honor.
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frodo-with-glasses · 2 years
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More Reading Thoughts: “The Siege of Gondor”
(Okay so I actually “read” this chapter initially by listening to Phil Dragash’s audio drama of it, and BOY when I tell you it makes it more hair-raising I am not exaggerating @_@)
“Why did you bring me here?” “To keep you out of mischief; and if you do not like being here, you can remember that you brought it on yourself.” Wooooof, Gandalf, SAVAGE…
Denethor is truly starting to make me uncomfortable now. I know I said I’d wait to diss him until he did something to deserve it, and he’s starting to deserve it.
BEREGOND!! My boo! I missed you 8-D
Beregond really does seem so comforting in comparison to Denethor, and even to Gandalf. He’s just such a bro to Pippin. I love my husband =^-^=
“It was the sunset-hour, but the great pall had now stretched far into the West, and only as it sank at last into the Sea did the Sun escape to send out a brief farewell gleam before the night, even as Frodo saw it at the Cross-roads touching the head of the fallen king.” I love how Tolkien ties all the stories together to let us know what’s going on at the same time as everything else.
Pippin: *yawns* Beregond, immediately, being a Dad(TM): “Are you tired?”
Beregond’s loyalty to Faramir really is admirable. I liken it to how I feel about my pastor; he barely knows me personally, but I’ve grown to know, respect, and love him as a leader, and I hope that I’d be willing to take a bullet for him if it came to it. Beregond certainly is willing to take that chance.
(oh wait that’s not very funny uh) FARAMIR SENPAI (yes good nailed it)
“Pippin had liked [Boromir] from the first, admiring the the great man’s lordly but kindly manner.” Gosh, Boromir really was best buds with Merry and Pippin, wasn’t he?? ;-;
Faramir gets to tell Gandalf and Pippin (and Denethor but he’s not important right now) about Frodo and Sam!! YES GOOD
I mean the news he has to tell is anxiety-inducing, but in the movies they don’t even know if Frodo and Sam are alive or not after the breaking of the Fellowship until the whole Quest is over—but here, at least Gandalf and Pippin get to hear that their friends were alive and well two days ago. That’s got to be a HUGE relief.
“Do you wish then that our places had been exchanged?” “Yes, I wish that indeed.” Mhm yes screw you in particular, Denethor
“‘But,’ said Pippin. ‘But what?’ said Gandalf. ‘Only one but I will allow tonight.’” Hahaha tell me the author raised children without telling me the author raised children 🤣🤣🤣
Everyone in Gondor: “Denethor is being too cruel to Faramir. He’s giving him double the work that he should.” Everyone in the fandom, including me: “YES PREACH”
“But if I should return, think better of me!” “That depends on the manner of your return.” HELLO YES SCREW YOU DENETHOR
Beregond, constantly: FARAMIR SENPAI—
“I sent my son forth, unthanked, unblessed, out into needless peril, and here he lies with poison in his veins.” Mhm yep a little late to be regretting it now you prick
“Why? Why do the fools fly? Better to burn sooner than late, for burn we must.” *to the tune of Baby Shark* Duuude youuu SUCK do-do do-do-do-do
“Farewell, Peregrin son of Paladin! … Go now, and die in what way seems best to you.” DUDE YOU SUCK DO-DO DO-DO-DO-DO
Phil Dragash, reading: “The sentinel hailed him as he went by, and he recognized the voice of Bere—” Me, instantly: BEREGOOOND!!!
BEREGOND MY DUDE
HELP US OUT MAN OR DENETHOR’S GONNA TURN HIS SON INTO A BONFIRE WITHOUT THE MARSHMALLOWS
Okay I just gotta say that Pippin’s quickly dwindling patience and resulting snippiness is GREAT
Just earlier he answered a guard asking, “Who is the master of Minas Tirith? The Lord Denethor or the Grey Wanderer?” with “The Grey Wanderer or no one, it would seem!” and then just ran off.
And here, when Beregond says, “The Lord does not permit those who wear the black and silver to leave their post for any cause, save at his own command,” Pippin shoots back, “Well, you must chose between orders and the life of Faramir! And as for orders, I think you have a madman to deal with, not a lord!”
This is an appropriate level of stress when you’re trying to prevent a filicide!
(Also the desperation that Mr. Dragash puts into Pippin’s voice here absolutely elevates this to an 11. Like “SCREW ME SIDEWAYS ISN’T THERE ANYONE IN THIS CITY WHO’S WILLING TO HELP ME SAVE A MAN FROM BEING BURNED ALIVE BY HIS OWN DAD HOLY GRACIOUS”)
*chanting* GROND! GROND! GROND!
Ohhhhh okay so this is why they had that little face-off between Gandalf and the Witch King in the movies. Although it’s mostly a rap battle at this point.
“Rohan had come at last”
*deep breath*
HECK FRICKIN’
YEEEAAAAAAHHH
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sleepy-achilles · 11 months
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Second ask
Cassidy has a girl's day with her aunts, yes that includes Goldust.
Look at me. Late as usual. I'm good like that. Terrible thing is I've bascially done nothing today at all. Only walked my dog.
The Family of Destruction- Lucky Girls.
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Cassie purses her lips as she sits at the dinner table. Chyna, Stephanie and goldust stand around her. "Whyd you do it?" Stephanie asks. "It was an accident.." cassie frowns. "Okay, shooting one brother? Accident. You managed to shoot two brothers." Goldust huffs moving towards the counter. "Yeah, shooting John was an accident." Cassie sighs. "That makes sense" goldust nods pouring wine. "Am I missing something? Why is every male okay with the idea of Leon being shot?" Chyna asks. "You two wouldn't understand because he's an angel to you two. He's a little shit with mommy issues. He only has mommy issues because he hasn't got a mother. Which is something we can't change." Goldust huffs turning towards the girls.
"Hes not bad enough to shoot" Stephanie states. "He is. And it was his bow and arrow. John was just too close, it went through Leon's arm and into his. I don't know why his arrows are so sharp" she frowns. "Because he uses them to hunt. The monsters around here are thick skinned" goldust hums. "So, we've got time to kill before your dad comes home to punish you. What shall we do?" Steph asks. "Wanna go out?" Chyna asks. "Might be my last for awhile. Can we go shopping?" Cassie asks. "Of course we can darling. You know I love shopping with you" goldust cheers downing his wine.
The girls look at him shocked before laughing.
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"Can't you talk your dad into building a mall in the valley? The drive is way too long" goldust sighs. "Couldn't imagine living in the valley without a mall" Steph huffs. "He has got plans for a mall. The old land just outside the main town. Its out of sight, close to the field where the events are held, no sound complaints or building complaints." Cassie admits. "Seriously? Takers building a mall?" Chyna asks. "Mhm, tired of driving me and my friends out of town to shop but also tired of the complaints of the youth being bored youths who destroy things." Cassie answers.
"Has he started it yet?" Goldust asks, pretty sure he's seen builders around. "Yep. Papa did the designing for it. The build layouts are amazing." Cassie smiles. "Never knew Shawn had it in him" steph huffs as goldust parks. "So...you got the goods?" Goldust asks turning to the back seat. Cassie smiles and holds up the black and gold credit card. "How the hell did you get that?" Chyna asks reading the name on the card. Vince Mcmahon. "Leon stole it a year ago. Vince knows but doesn't care as long as its not steph or Shane." Cassie shrugs. "Lets see about that" steph mutters stealing the card and walking towards the mall. "Oh this will be fun!" Goldust cheers climbing out.
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The girls walk around the mall spending vinces money with no worries.
Goldust watches as Cassie stops outside one of the only men targeted shops. "Feeling guilty bug?" Goldust asks grabbing chyna and stephs attention. "A little bit...especially John." She whispers. "Oh. All right I guess we can spend some money on those mutts" goldust huffs leading the girls in the shop. Cassie looks around. "It stinks." She winces. "Boys for you baby, boys." Chyna huffs looking around. "Well, they have a lot John would like. Not so sure about Leon." Steph admits. Cassie walks up to the basketball vests. "He was complaining his Lakers one needed replacing." Cassie states. "Then let's get him a new one." Chyna hums looking for his size. "Ill look for a baseball hat, for both him and Leon." Stephanie states walking off.
"What do you want to get Leon then?" Goldust asks taking the vest as chyna states she's going to grab matching shorts and sweat bands for them. Cassie frowns and looks around. Her eyes spot the not so sporty section of the store and she pulls goldust over to it.
"This could work" he nods looking at the leather jackets. Cassie doesn't say anything, just smiles as she picks up a necklace. She knows Leon does wear necklaces. He had a choker with a ring on it, just like their papa used to wear. The ring was a three way gift between Matthew, Valentina and Leon. They each got one and the ring has their initials in it.
She looks at the jackets and helmet accessories and smiles. "This will do perfectly." She nods.
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Leon frowns as John leans against him. "So tired" John whispers. "Your heavy" Leon frowns. "Goldust said they went out shopping." Shawn whispers. "Shes in trouble. She shouldn't be having a girls day out!" Taker snaps. "Its fine dad..we are both alive and well." Leon huffs. "John has a match tomorrow and he's casted up and unable to use his arm!" Taker barks. Leon waits for him to continue. He doesn't. "Oh it's alright dad, I'm just a little sore" Leon huffs looking at his slinged arm. John let's out a huffed chuckle ad he rests his head on Leon's shoulder and closes his eyes.
"And you'll have a cool story to tell your classmates" Taker tells him. Leon rolls his eyes and rests his head against John's. "Sorry we are late! We got cassie her last meal" steph states carrying bags. "Last meal" Shawn huffs helping chyna with the bags. "I brought apology gifts." Cassie whispers holding up two bags. Taker looks at them. One with Leon's name and one withs John. "You are still in trouble. But go" Taker murmurs. Cassie nods and moves to her big brothers.
The adults gather behind the sofa and watch the interaction.
"I brought sorry gifts" she states. Both boys open their eyes. "You didnt have to bug" John yawns sitting up. "Speak for yourself" Leon huffs taking the bag. John rolls his eyes grabbing his bag. He smiles at the basketball gear. "Thanks bug" John smiles hugging her as he puts the hat on. Cassie smiles and looks at Leon. The leather jacket folded on his lap, the little helmet horns accessories sat on them. He hasn't got his own motorbike yet but he has a helmet for when he rides with dad.
Leon isn't smiling. His face is flat. Cassies heart races as he examines the necklace. John watches him concerned. Leon runs his finger over the emblem. A small smile quirks onto his face. "Ill give you this, it's a good one" Leon states glancing at his sister as he holds the necklace up over his head. Shawn and taker can't help but smile.
The necklace was a silver chain with a little silver arrow head on the end.
"You're a lucky girl bug" Leon smiles. Lowering the necklace. "I forgive you for shooting me" Leon states leaning forward, allowing cassie to put the necklace on him. "I forgive you two" John yawns resting his head back on Leon's shoulder. Cassie smiles at her parents. "No more girls days out for a month" Taker tells her. "And we will talk more about what happened today later." Shawn adds. "Mhm told you a girls day at the mall would work" chyna smirks. "I want vinces card back" Leon yawns.
"You little shit" Taker growls causing the others to laugh.
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june-again · 3 years
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hihi! (also, can i join your collab?) CONGRATS AGAIN--i'd like to do a matchup! my pronouns are she/her, my preference is male, i have an istj personality, i enjoy reading, cloudgazing, and volleyball. i look for honesty, comfort, and someone with the same sense of humor as myself. my favorite song is intimate moments by isaac dunbar! HAJHA IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU
ƚԋαɳƙ ყσυ ϝσɾ ʂҽҽƙιɳɠ ყσυɾ ϝαƚҽ. the stars are alligning...
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
you have been matched with...
AKAASHI KEIJI
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— -> Akaashi was a setter at Fukurodani. He is known to be level-headed and quick thinking, and also has a sarcastic side. He is terribly honest and hates sugar-coating but he genuinely sees many of the people in his life in a good light. 
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
✧ unlike many first impressions of him, akaashi is hopelessly romantic and caring. if he’s in love with you, he’ll say so  — and he is so in love with you. he once compared your relationship to that of mr. darcy and elizabeth bennet, except, of course, that he loves you more than darcy could love elizabeth.
✧ the two of you don’t always need words to get things across, though. you have a sort of unspoken understanding. sometimes the best moments - beneath the sky, in the corner of the library, on a hill at sunset - go best without saying anything. akaashi gets a look in his eye, and you know everything is going to be okay.
✧ akaashi’s love language is definitely quality time - whether it’s reading with you, comforting you in your hardest moments, practicing tosses, or anything, he just appreciates every minute. you’re irreplacable to him.
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runner-ups: YAMAGUCHI TADASHI, ASAHI AZUMANE
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notes: i hope fate satisfies you. MUAH I LOVE YOU ANGIE THANK YOU FOR PARTICIPATING
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oomisluvr · 3 years
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wisdom teeth removal, a drabble
synopsis: kiyoomi gets his wisdom teeth removed and wants nothing more than to be with you. sakusa is very whiny and you indulge him in his requests. mild suggestiveness, heavy fluff. beware.
"alright, everything went smoothly. just make sure he doesn't touch his mouth too much and be sure ice his face to lessen the swelling. other than that, you guys are set! you're free to go home whenever." the nurse spoke clearly and professionally, moving to hand you the painkillers kiyoomi would need in a few hours. you reach out your hand and take it.
"thank you so much. i hope he didn't give you too much trouble." both you and the nurse look over kiyoomi's state. he practically unconsious, barely able to life his head and breathing slowly.
"he did just fine. it's funny really; when we had him count down from ten when we administered the anesthetic, he passed before he could even begin counting. most people don't knock out until five or less."
"that sounds like him. absolutely zero tolerance for drugs. not so fun at parties," you joke. putting the medicine into your bag you approach him, speaking gently, "hey big guy, it's time to go home now." he jerks his head up and looks at you wide eyed.
"we can't go yet, i have to have surgery!" he mumbles through the gauze in him mouth, writhing in his chair to showcase his discomfort. dazed and confused, he reaches his hands to dig into his mouth. you reach out and stop him. his eyes get impossible wider, "they took my teeth already?"
"mhm, you're all good to go. now you get to go home."
"with you?"
"yes, baby."
"really?"
"yep, and komori is waiting outside to take us home."
he giggles, his hands grabbing yours to snuggle his face into them, "I get to go home with you, I get to go home with you," you remove his face from your hands and interlock your fingers with his, gently pulling his body so he could stand. he's smiling the whole time, "what do we get to do when we get home?"
you send him a sharp look, finally pulling him to his feet. he puts an arm over your shoulder and puts nearly all his body weight on you, "oomi, don't get any ideas. you need to rest when we get home."
he frowns, "no, i don't have practice for like the next week," he pouts, "rest with me."
"if you don't give me a hard time, we can stay in bed all day, alright baby?" he nods his head
"i won't be difficult, i promise."
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it took all but eight minutes for sakusa to forget his promise. you've managed to sit him inside the passenger seat of the car, but he's throwing a tantrum because he also want to sit with you. the realization that he can't have both brings him to the verge of tears.
"no! the backseat makes me car sick, i wanna stay here!" kiyoomi whines, very distressed. you squat down to his eye level while he sits inside the car. you've been going back and forth for the past five minutes.
"okay, you can stay up here then, but i'll have to sit in the backseat since komori is driving." you hold his hands and slowly rub your thumb over his hand, trying to calm him down.
"no! i want you to sit with me."
"okay baby, if I sit with you, then you'll have to sit in the backseat." he shakes his head so violently, you thought gauze was going to fly out his mouth. his eyes look glassy.
"no, sit in the front with me! please?"
"kiyoomi, baby, that's illegal. if we do that, then komori will get in trouble. you don't want your cousin to get in trouble do you?" he sighs.
"no, i down want that to happen." he mumbles, looking down at his feet.
"alright, then it's your choice: the backseat with me or the passenger seat by yourself."
"i don't want to be by myself. i want to go with you."
"okay then. if you get motion sick, i'll take care of you. alright, baby? don't worry about it."
"yes, that's alright. please take care of me."
"then what are he doing here? c'mon, come with me."
"okay." he smiles softly.
clumsily, you two maneuver to the back seat. komori looks very amused at Sakusa's state. he shoots you a look that says 'damn, you're whipped' and you respond with a 'shut the fuck up' in your glare. both you and kiyoomi manage to get into the backseat after more whining, but luckily he's still feeling fine.
suddenly, he throws an arm over his eyes and groans loudly. you and komori share a look of panic.
"baby, what's wrong? are you feeling alright?"
"no," he doesn't meet your eyes, "i feel carsick." komori struggles to hide his laugh. you decide to entertain kiyoomi.
"already, omi? but the car isn't moving?" you feign shock.
"yes, i'm a very serious case."
"i'm sorry to hear that," you frown, faking pity, "is there something I can do to make it better?" he nods his head.
"you could sit on my lap." kiyoomi suggests. komori fucking loses it in the drivers seat, howling with laughter. you can't help but smile at his antics. who are you to deny him? especially in his state.
"poor baby," you coddle, maneuvering yourself to sit on his lap, legs thrown over his and an arm wrapped around his neck. your head rests on the window. "do you feel better yet, omi?"
he nods and wraps his arms around your torso, closing his eyes, "yes, i feel much better now."
komori meets you eyes in the rear-view, doing a poor job of masking his amusement, "ready to go?"
"yes," you sigh, "ready to go."
he puts the car in reverse, backing out of the parking lot before speeding away. the ride was mostly peaceful, until kiyoomi claims he's carsick again and demands that you kiss him to get rid of his nausea. the conversation you're having with komori gets interrupted nearly every two minutes. sakusa tries to count your eyelashes and pokes your eyebell several times. he pulls at the hair on the nape of your neck. he sticks his fingers in your belly button. he pinches and pokes at your face to get your attention. komori doesn't seem to mind.
upon arriving at your apartment, komori turns on the hazard lights and moves to open the car door for you and sakusa. kiyoomi, for the up tenth time that day, begins to whine very loudly."
"no!" he hugs you tighter, "i don't wanna get out. i wanna stay here."
"why don't you want to go home, my love?" you ask, softly stroking his cheekbone.
"i like when you're on my lap. we can't leave yet."
"i can sit on your lap when we get home," your voice drops an active and you lean to speak directly in his ear, "actually, i can do more than sit on your lap when we get home." komori gags. kiyoomi's eyes widen like he's having a heart attack. he acts like you don't keep him well fed.
"we need to get inside."
"mhm, that's what I thought. c'mon kiyo."
komori graciously helps you out the car, sending you a soft look you can't quite read. you don't focus on it for now, prioritizing the task of getting kiyoomi out of the car. it isn't that hard; he basically jumps out. he doesn't even look for your help anymore, stumbling towards the door to the complex. you move to chase after him, but komori stops you.
"y/n!" you look over your shoulder.
"yeah?"
"thank you," he leans on the car, "thank you for taking care of him. he's the best version of himself when he's with you." you both move to look at sakusa, pulling on a door clearly labeled push, accompanied with even more loud whining. you smile.
"there isn't anything else I'd rather be doing. the pleasure is all mine. drive safe, komori!" you wave him off. he nods and gets back into the driver seat, turning off the hazards and driving away.
"y/n! i think they locked us out!"
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leossmoonn · 2 years
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Personal Pillow
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pairing - jess mariano x fem!reader
type - fluff
note / request - requested by @elovescm “ok so i’m thinking jess mariano x fem!reader in which reader calls jess & says she can’t sleep so jess climbs in through her window to cuddle and read her to sleep <3 and just to add a little something - jess definitely would be very touchy (not necessarily in a sexual way) like playing with your hair etc” . not really edited, enjoy!
summary - jess comforts you after a restless night 
warnings / includes - very mild language (like on or two words), lots of loving touching (hair playing, back scratching, etc.), kissing, jess reading little experts from the color purple (literally one of the best books ever)
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“c’mon, pick up, pick up,” you muttered as you laid by the phone, praying that your boyfriend was also having a sleepless night, or was still for other reasons. 
“hello?” jess picked up after the fifth trill.
“oh, thank god,” you muttered. “y/n, what’s up? it’s one in the morning,” jess asked.
“i’m having a lot of trouble sleeping. every time i try to sleep i feel so uncomfortable. i have weird dreams and i just wanted to talk to you,” you explained.
“i’m sorry,” jess sighed groggily. “it’s fine. i don’t know why my brain and body won’t shut up. i know it’s fall break, but i’d still like to get a decent amount of sleep,” you huffed.
“let me see if i can help,” jess said. “please do,” you exhaled deeply.
you heard some rustling from his end before he talked again.
“your folks still in south carolina?” he asked. “yep, and won’t be back until tomorrow night,” you answered. “great,” jess said, a hint of a smile in his voice.
you didn’t think anything of it, though. it was best not to question him and his devious plans. you would always find out later, anyways.
“it’s really weird not having them here. i know i’m almost an adult, but it’s still weird to be alone here. like, this house is too big for just one person. it feels so cold and lonely and… ah, i’m creeping myself out.” your heart started to race and you shrunk back in your bed, finding comfort in your warm blankets.
“don’t think about that. think about… all of the cute decorations your mom is bringing back to you.”
“mm, yeah, i am excited for that. i love souvenirs,” you smiled. “i know you do. you better not break those, though. remember that one keychain i bought you when i went to michigan with my mom, and you somehow broke it by dropping it?” jess teased. 
“ah, yes! but that wasn’t my fault. it was made poorly,” you giggled. “mhm, sure. you just don’t want to admit you’re clumsy,” jess stated. 
“well, because i’m not!” you denied. “yeah, when you’re not clumsy, pigs will fly,” jess snorted. 
“i thought you were here to make me feel better, not worse,” you pouted. “oh, i’m sorry, bubs. you know it’s all in good fun, though,” he said. you could hear his smirk.
“yeah, i know,” you smiled. 
you frowned as you heard footsteps from outside. twigs were snapping, leaves crackling; it was like you were in your own stephen king book. 
“jess,” you called out wearily. “what’s wrong?” jess asked. “i-i think someone is outside my window,” you whispered. “i’m going to hang up, and-and call the police.”
“no, y/n! it’s me!” jess exclaimed. you then heard a knock on your window, the same sound coming from his end of the line. 
“what?” you jumped out of bed, running to your window, gasping to see jess down below, holding a few pebbles. he was in a wife-beater and blue and green  plaid pajama pants. a smile lit up your face and you hung up the phone, hastily pushing the window open. “what are you doing here?” you whisper-shouted. 
“well, you said you couldn’t sleep and that you wanted me to be here, so here i am,” he grinned. 
you laughed, “i meant on the phone, silly.” “oh, so you’d rather me just go back home?” he tilted his head. 
“no! i just… you are just full of surprises, mariano,” you sighed dreamily. “why, thank you. now, hold this ladder,” he said, putting the ladder against your wall.
“you brought a ladder?” you raised a brow. “yeah, how else was i supposed to get up through your window?” he smirked. 
“you can just walk through the door, you know.”
“and that would ruin this romeo and juliet thing i got goin’ on.”
“i didn’t know you were such a romantic,” you teased. “you know you love it,” he winked. 
you moved back so he could climb into your room. once he got in, you shut the window, then turning your attention to him. 
“hello, beautiful,” he grinned at you. your body warmed under his gaze and you looked at him shyly, your eyelids lulling shut. your brain and body seemed to finally relax from just him being in your vicinity. it was magic how someone you loved could make you go from scared and lonely to warm and fuzzy. 
“hey, handsome,” you grinned back. 
his hand reached up to your face, cupping your cheek. his thumb ran across your cheekbone back-and-forth. you nuzzled into his touch, looking into his eyes with sparkling, dazed eyes. his other hand gripped your hip, caressing your skin through your over-sized tee. you watched his big, pretty brown eyes waver from your eyes to your lips. you both started to lean in, your noses rubbing together. your breathing stopped momentarily as his lips brushed against yours. so soft and gentle, you could faint. 
his lips engulfed yours in a wet, tender kiss. you sighed contently, your hands crawling up his arms and up to his disheveled hair. your fingers ran through his raven locks, cradling his head closer to yours. his hand that was on your cheek went to the back of your head, running his fingers through your tangled hair.
he pulled away slowly after a few more moment, eyes fluttering open. “wanna go back to bed and cuddle?”
“yes, please,” you nodded eagerly.
he slipped his hand into yours as you led him to your bed. you both climbed in, you laying you head on his chest as soon as he got settled. you closed your eyes, bunching up his shirt in your hands.
“feel better?” he asked. “mhm,” you nodded.
“are you going back to sleep?” he asked. you hummed in thought, peering up at him. “maybe in a few minutes. i want to stay awake for as long as possible while you’re here.”
“you should go to sleep now, baby. i’ll be here when you wake up in the morning.”
“you better,” you pouted. “of course, dove.” he sat up, bringing his lips to your forehead. 
you closed your eyes, butterflies fluttering in your chest. he laid back down on your pillow, bringing his arm up and sliding it behind his head. 
“so, what exactly is making you uncomfortable when you try to sleep?” he asked. “i’m either too hot, too cold. my shirt, like, wraps around my body and suffocates me. oh, and the washing machine is going and it keeps waking me up. it’s creeping me out and stuff.”
“i’m sorry to hear that. well, you know, if the sock goblin jumps out of the washer and dryer and makes its way up to your room, i’ll protect you.”
you giggled, looking up at him. “why, thank you. my knight in shining armour.”
“you know me,” he remarked. 
“did i wake you up?” you asked, worry suddenly clouding your mind. “kind of. i had just gotten finished with reading and was trying to go to sleep,” he explained. 
“oh, i’m sorry.”
“no worries. i’ll sleep better here anyways.”
“mmm, always the charmer.” “i get it from my dad,” he snorted. 
“you sure you didn’t get it from you mom’s side? you know, from luke and them?” you teased. 
he grimaced, “don’t even start.” you giggled, “you love me.”
“that i do,” he confirmed. 
“well, do you mind doing some more reading? help me go to sleep?” you asked.
“of course not,” he nodded. he turned his head to your nightstand, picking up the color purple. “i thought you had already read this?”
“it’s one of my favorites,” you yawned and shrugged. he chuckled, “mine, too.”
he opened to the page where you had placed your book mark. he held the book open with one hand, stroking your head with the other. he started to read from the top of the page, his voice changing pitches as he read the dialogue between characters.
his voice was music to your ears. it was low, raspy, but mellow. his eyes followed the words, rapidly going from one sentence to another. he spoke smoothly, barely any pauses of stuttering. it was amazing how fluid he was.
“here’s the thing, say shut. the thing i believe. god is inside you and inside everybody else. you come into the world with god. but only them that search for it inside find it. and sometimes it just manifest itself even if you not looking, or don’t know what you looking for. trouble do it for most folks, i think. sorrow, lord feeling like shit. it? i ast.  yeah, it. god ain’t a he or a she, but a it.”
“shug is a genius,” you mumbled. “that she is,” jess agreed.
he kept on reading. this was your favourite letter that celie wrote in the book. there was so many lessons to learn from the color purple. so much truth in the words that celie wrote to nettie and god. you had always read the color purple once a year, around this time. not reading it would be like caffeine withdrawal. it was even better now since jess was reading to you. 
his fingers twirled your hair around his fingers, massaging your scalp. you breathed in deeply, his masculine, sweet scent filling your nostrils. you breathed out, shoulders falling up and down dramatically. you closed your eyes, basking in his voice, his chest rising and falling, his fingers that were now gently scratching your back. the pads of his fingers crawled up your back, diving under your shirt. you shivered in pleasure at his warm touch, your muscles going limp. 
“i believe god is everything, say shug. everything that is or ever was or ever will be. and when you can feel that, and be happy to feel that, you’ve found It.”
“this is making me cry,” you laughed softly. jess looked down at you, smiling fondly. his hand went back up to your head, running his fingers through your hair. “powerful stuff, huh?”
“it is to me,” you nodded. “well, it is to me, too,” jess said. 
you laughed, “yeah, right. you’ve read this book like, once, and you didn’t even read it. you just skimmed.”
“well, i might have to take another look at it after tonight.”
“you can borrow my copy,” you offered. “just don’t write in it in, okay? you’re annotating drives me crazy.”
jess chuckled, “i’ll do my best.”
you sat up, your elbow holding you up. “if i see even a tiny dot of ink, you will never see your records again.”
jess grinned, admiring your barred teeth and furrowed brows. “yes, ma’am.”
you leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. you laid your head back down on his chest, closing your eyes once again. 
“you’re like, my personal pillow, you know? so comfortable and warm.” you snuggled deeper into his chest. 
“well, i’m glad to be of service,” he rubbed your back. 
you sighed contently as he massaged your shoulders, working out all the knots and kinks that had developed from midterms last week. 
“thank you,” you said. “well, i’m your boyfriend. this is what i’m supposed to do, you know,” he shrugged, 
“no,” you shook your head slowly. “you could’ve just stayed on the phone with me. talk to me about your book and how much you hate working at the diner. but no, you came here in the middle of the night, carrying a ladder. you are just the best.”
“i love you, y/n,” he spoke softly. “i would do anything. even if that means carrying a ladder for a mile.”
you smiled as you began to lull to sleep. you clutched his tank top, inhaling his scent one more time. jess peered down at you, watching you with loving eyes as you fell into a deep sleep. he smiled, his hand returning to your scalp. he entangled his fingers in your soft locks, massaging your scalp once more. 
“goodnight, bubs. sweet dreams.”
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➶ WHAT MAKES THE MHA BOYS BREAK (PT. 2)
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pairings: mirio togata, tenya iida, katsuki bakugo, aizawa shota, tomura shigaraki, dabi, hawks, mashirao ojiro, tamaki amajiki
warnings: hinting anxiety/anxiety attacks, reverse comfort, also tamaki’s made me cry so have fun lmao 
part one with mezo shoji, tokoyami fumikage, hanta sero, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou here!
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WHEN YOU COMFORT THEM THE MOMENT THEY BREAK DOWN: MIRIO TOGATA, TENYA IIDA, KATSUKI BAKUGO
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MIRIO TOGATA
there was no way that mirio was completely fine after everything that had happened to him
he had lost his quirk, experienced a battle that could result in permanent trauma, and he lost nighteye-- the leader and hero that he had looked up to for so long
but when you told him that it was okay to be strong all the time, mirio had broken
he broke for the first time in what felt like years
“don’t worry a-ahbout me!” 
the saddest part about it?
he was smiling through his tears not even a few moments after his grin broke
his lips were trembling, his eyes were red and his entire body was shaking with suppressed sobs, but he had an unwavering smile.
and that... that was heartwrenching to look at.
his smile fell, his body trembled and he let out a strangled sobbut for some reason, this-- none of it had shown a single trace of weakness. it was a way of him to express very human emotions and reactions as everyone else could.
he wasn’t disappointing nighteye in anyway-- more of showing respect by letting it all out to be able to show genuine smiles in public
how come such human emotions were labeled as good or bad?
“i let him down,” mirio gasped, “i let him down, i hurt him, i could have saved him, and-”
“hey, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay. it’s just me baby, it’s just me,” you cooed as you wrapped your arms around him. “shhh, it’s just me. you’re okay.”
mirio’s hands trembled as he gripped tight onto you
his chest was getting tighter as he burst into struggled breaths. he was just so... tired.
a million thoughts zipped through his head at once, but he just had to calm the storm for a while in your arms
TENYA IIDA 
it was right after the accident in hosu city, and everything, everything had gone wrong
even though he didn’t show it at first, he felt used as an advertisement for hatsume, and then losing in a battle with todoroki and felt like he was thriving on dumb luck
he just wanted to make his brother proud, that was-
-if he could, anymore. 
he felt so weak for letting himself feel this way, his head racing and chest heaving as he struggled to breathe
letting your guard down will just make things worse. tensei wouldn’t want this.
tenya’s body visibly trembled as he let out a shaky breath in his dorm room, thinking everything over in the darkness
“iida?” you asked, knocking on the door.
immediately, his demeanor changed as he shifted over to a braver face. 
“hello, y/n!”
just breathe. they’ll be gone sooner or later. breathe.
“why are you up this late at night?” he asked.
“i was just checking in on you, but i should be asking you the same question, sonic boy,” you grinned, until you noticed his hands trembling.
and for some reason, that hurt you. his face was.. so put together with a brave smile, confident eyes, and his head held up high and posture straight and firm
but when you saw his hands trembling and an odd shifting in his chest, you knew something was up
“are you okay?” you tested the words. 
tenya tried. he tried so, so hard to smile and affirm with a confident, “yes!”
but he couldn’t.
“i-i’m not- i’m not sure-,” his voice broke into a whisper. 
“i don’t know.”
you melted into a hug next to him as you took a seat. “hey, you can tell me anything, okay? it’s okay not to have your guard up all the time, it’s not weak to show emotion. just- if you want, can you tell me what’s been going on?”
tenya took a shaky breath and pushed up his glasses. “of course, thank you for asking, i will.”
KATSUKI BAKUGO
after his fight with deku, all of the willpower left in him to hold himself together disappeared 
katsuki had been exhausted after a long day of fighting, not just physically, but emotionally
he had tried to keep his head high for as long as he could, but the moment he went to his dorm room, he just... broke.
angry tears released and he choked out heavy, strangled sobs as he pounded his fist to the ground in frustration
katsuki cursed towards whoever was there, until he found you standing behind him
he was too tired to argue.
“the fuck are you doing here,” he grumbled.
“is something wrong, 'suki?” you whispered. “i was just coming by to drop off your water bottle, you left it during hero training,” you examined his face. “are you- are you okay?”
he loved you, he really did-- but today just wasn’t a good day. “mn-no,” he managed to say.
his chest was heaving and his eyes seemed to be searching the room, as if looking for an exit.
you noticed the dark circles around his eyes and the way his lips trembled. had he been crying?
you slowly cupped his face in your hands, noses touching as you two shared breaths, inhaling and exhaling together
katsuki was too tired to pull away. 
he felt so weak.
you could hear katsuki’s breath shaking but slowly dying in volume as he held him tighter
“hey,” you said softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “you’re gonna be okay ‘suki. you’re gonna be okay.”
they’re pitying me.
“this?” you said, holding his bruised hand up and motioning towards his trembling figure. “this isn’t weak.” you said, as if reading his mind. “this is strong. this is brave. being emotionally vulnerable is one of the most courageous things anyone can ever do, and you are so much more than that, m’kay?”
he nodded in response. even though he didn’t express it that well, he thought of it 
WHEN YOU PROMISE TO STAY: TOMURA SHIGARAKI, HAWKS, DABI
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DABI
everyone shut up i love him
all that he’s ever wanted and asked for in life was for someone to notice him for who he genuinely was, to be free to do whatever he pleased
it was late at night and you two were outside, the moon illuminating in the darkness as you slid against the wall of the city in the back of the building
“anything interesting happen?” you asked, staring up into the moon
the night was young and it had been a rough, terrible day at work for both of you, even though you had separate jobs and shfits-- the only thing that pushed you forward everyday was being able to meet with dabi right after, at exatly 11pm. 
sure, you did it every day, and it shouldn’t have been that impactful-- but for some reason, somehow, everything about talking to him was so... exhilerating. 
he didn’t reply.
“uhhm,” you shuffled nervously toward him. “dabi, you good?”
he let out a shaky exhale, which was odd.
hold the phone.
no, really, someone hold the phone because it was ringing
“oh, sorry, one sec,” you rushed, hurrying to answer. it was one of your co-workers. “hello!”
“uhuh. yeah. oh, cool... got it, mhm, be right ther-”
you noticed how dabi’s body language immediately changed as he turned around and crossed his arms gently over his chest and stared into the sky.
this really, really wasn’t like him. 
something had to be wrong.
“uhm, on second thought,” you said. “does tomorrow at... noon work for you? i have plans. yeah. mhm, sorry not tonight. yep, bye!”
dabi’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t look at you. “who was that?”
“one of my coworker buddies or whatever. they wanted to have a drink with me, but i said no.”
“why’d you say no?” he deadpanned.
“uhhhm, well, you certainly don’t seem very... how should i say this, at your fullest?”
“but why?” dabi said. “you meet with me every day, and going with your friends is probably a lot easier than this. what’s so different about it..?”
you thought carefully as you shrugged casually, gently leaning your head against his shoulder. “if one of my closest pals were down, i couldn’t just... leave them like that. and even though i know you won’t tell me what’s wrong, i just.. i just don’t want you to feel alone, you know? like everyone in your life has left? and i- i don’t want to do that to you.”
even though dabi stayed relatively quiet for the rest of the night, 
just know that was the day he fell in love with you.
SHIGARAKI
nightmares were the worst. 
for the record, he didn’t get them often, but when he did, and actually reacted to it... they ended up terrible
he gasped, grasping at the air for his mother’s embrace only to be met with nothingness
he clawed at his skin as his breath hitched, trying to control himself
“tomura?” you asked. “...are- are you okay?”
“get away from me,” he trembled. “i’m a... i’m a monster.”
you furrowed your eyebrows in concern. “hey, hey, c’mon. what’s going on-”
“leave me alone.”
his sudden change in tone made you jump as you stepped back and you watched his figure tremble. 
“shigaraki.”
“if something’s wrong, don’t sugarcoat it. if something’s wrong, please, for the love of the world, tell me, okay? i just- i just want to see you... maybe..”
“what?” shigaraki deadpanned. “happy? satisfied? content? joyful? you people all want the same thing.”
“hopeful.”
shigaraki looked up. 
“i want to see you hopeful, m’kay? so just... please. you don’t need to tell me word-for-word, but-- if you need something, i’m here.”
he was not going to cry. nuhuh. no way. no way was he going to start crying. 
you wrapped your arms around him before he cautiously hugged back, letting himself slowly melt into your embrace, his satin gloves against your clothes
“hey. i promise you, i’m never going to be leaving. no matter how much you mess up, no matter how terrible you may feel-- you mean the world to me. please hold on just a little longer.”
HAWKS
it wasn’t supposed to happen until later, when he was actually able to get home and prepare himself for anxious feeling in his stomach to finally settle
but noooo, his mental state really just said yolo
so here he was, reliving his entire childhood with memories that he’d pushed down for so long, about to snap in a matter of seconds
“keigo~!”
your familiar voice rang through his head. 
he just wanted to be held by you.
the most beautiful part about being with hawks his that he genuinely didn’t care about his pride around you. he wasn’t insecure of what you thought of him. he didn’t freak out or try to act like he was fine when you were with him, because... why would he need to? 
so instead of putting on a brave face and getting scared of your voice as if being anxious was a crime, he melted into it.
“hey angel, i got you some food at the-”
“y/...y/n,” his breath hitched. your voice, that you often said you were insecure about-- was his safe haven. he felt safe when he heard your voice and let himself crumple. he didn’t have to worry about putting his walls up, because it was just you.
beautiful, loving, kind you. 
his love was something special that he gave to no one else.
“k-keigo!” 
even though you were far from him, your bags in hand and everything, you immediately dropped them and ran to your boyfriend
“hey, hey, baby, what’s going on?” 
he stood directly in front of you, his head down and not saying a word.
you let your breathing sync with his as you reached out to hold his hand, when he threw his arms around you before his trembling body was held in your embrace
“-hey,” you said, shocked by the sudden embrace, before you hugged back, slowly, rocking him back and forth. “you’re going to be okay.”
“you don’t have to tell me anything, just-- focus on me,”
“i’m never leaving you, okay? no matter what you do, you’re still going to be my hero.”
and hawks decided on that day that out of anything else in the world, you meant the most to him. 
WHEN YOU TELL THEM THAT THEY MATTER: TAMAKI AMAJIKI, MASHIRAO OJIRO, SHOTA AIZAWA
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TAMAKI AMAJIKI
useless. useless. useless.
why wouldn’t his stupid quirk activate before? why couldn’t he be more optimistic? why was he always thinking about something else? why couldn’t he ever stay positive and cheery like everyone else?
how was everyone else so strong?
but laying in a hospital bed, in complete silence and vulnerability...
that scared him.
tamaki blinked back the sudden tears that prickled against his eyes-- nuhuh, no way was he about to cry when so many other people had it worse, no way he was going to break down when nighteye was dead, he was not about to cry if mirio could be strong and so many other people had it worse, and-
“tamaki, snap out if it!”
your cold hands cupped his face, as you stared him directly in the eyes. “what are you doing?”
tamaki jumped back at your sudden question. but for some reason, the way you said it wasn’t angrily, more like... a statement? a question? as if you were asking are you okay?
tamaki shook his head. “i don’t... i don’t kn-know..”
get away, get away, get away.
your hands brushed back a hair from his face as you crouched down in front of him, your hands still helping him cool down. they rested gently on his scalp and along his face as you felt his breathing grow uneasy.
“listen,” you began slowly. “i’m not saying you need to tell me what’s going on, but... i just- i have a feeling that you’re not doing okay. and i know that because no one was ever really there for me back then, so if you want to say anything--”
“--i’m here for you.”
tamaki crumpled then as he let the tears fall.
his entire mask shattered as his breath hitched, trying to hold back the sobs but only came out as strangled breaths. 
“hey, hey, hey, you’re okay, you’re okay.” 
you held up his chin and rocked him back and forth, slowly. “just because other people seem to be going through bigger things doesn’t mean that you should invalidate your problems. if something’s hurting you, that’s enough of a problem to take care of it.”
tamaki began to shake as he suddenly clutched onto you, his body trembling as he nodded. 
what would mirio, nejire, nighteye, fatgum-- what would they think of him now?
“whatever is going around in your head right now will all quiet soon, i promise you, ‘mkay?”
“it’s okay. it’s okay. you’re okay.” 
AIZAWA SHOTA
“you didn’t eat,” you said, staring at the takeout that was left in its packaging. 
you heard shota mumble under his sleeping bag. “i’ll eat after.”
“after what?” you said back from the kitchen. 
you weren’t exactly mad at him, you could say-- it was more of disappointment, maybe? concern? he had always been so concerned about his students that he forgot to take care of himself-- no wonder why he was so angry lately. 
(and no, it wasn’t his resting face, he was genuinely burnt-out the last couple of days and it wasn’t getting better.)
“shota, come on,” you said softly. “or else i’m taking your sleeping bag away from you.”
aizawa’s head emerged from the bag, the light from the laptop giving a lovely display of his eyebags. “oh?”
he smirked, even though he seemed so drained.
“yes,” you said, pointing your nose up in the air and crossing your arms. “and you better go eat before i take it away.”
aizawa raised an eyebrow, but obliged.
you watched him eat, but he kept his laptop on the table the whole time.
he was looking through the profiles of all his students, and that was-- insane
despite how much had happened to him, he always thought of someone else first, putting everyone else above him.
“you’re going to overwork yourself,” you finally said. 
“amazing,” aizawa sighed back. “had no clue.”
“oh, c’mon,” you egged. “you matter too, ya know.”
you noticed how tense his shoulders were, how his gaze was fixated to the screen and the way his veins were protruding from lack of sleep, and how red his eyes were.
sure, most of the time, this was normal-- but you just had this gut feeling that something was wrong.
“i suppose you’re not wrong,” aizawa ventured. “but sometimes, you realize that students make up most of the world. i want them to grow..”
his gaze on the screen broke.
“and for them to know a world of love and kindess, not-- whatever this is.”
you looked at him before wrapping your arms around him and kissing his forehead. “but they have a teacher who works so hard already, and you-- you deserve a break. you’re always working so hard, and you have to remember that you matter, too, okay?”
you smiled sadly. “i need to go to work, but please finish the takeout for me, hmm?”
he never told you this, of course-- but yeah, he thought of your voice every time he wanted to take a break. he never forgot the words you said. 
MASHIRAO OJIRO
being forgotten was something that came way too easily for him.
everyone in class 1a was so good at everything-- they all either had good looks, a nice voice, talents, a cool quirk, technique, charisma, and he?
ojiro felt like he didn’t have anything.
but what did it matter, right? being the forgotten one was fine to him, at least. he was able to take time for himself. 
...kind of.
he was heading back from ua into the dorms, walking alone when he realized it started to rain.
picking up his bags, he ran, putting them under his shoulders so that they didn’t get wet-- it wasn’t a long walk, but it was a lot to have to run back and make sure everything stayed dry
“wait!”
ojiro turned around to find you, carrying your backpack in the air and waving your arms. “slow-” you panted, “down! god, where’d all the rain come from??”
he chuckled slightly, until he noticed your bag getting soaked, and before he knew it, ojiro called you over and said he could carry your bag
“are you sure?” you asked, in-between breaths. “i doubt you can carry both-”
ojiro laughed and waved his tail like a hand. “i can carry it.”
your face lit up. “thanks! okay, now let’s run back, c’mon.”
you two ran as fast as you could, trying not to slip as the rain began to pour even harder against your backs. 
but when you opened the doors to the dorms and your bag was completely dry, ojiro smiled.
(also y’all he’s an underrated king DO Y’ALL KNOW HOW PRECIOUS HIS SMILE IS?? PLS-)
“thanks,” you grinned. “your quirk is actually really cool. not just for keeping stuff dry, but uh, thanks. i appreciate it.”
something inside of him made his heart swell. 
“really?” ojiro asked. “do you really- is that true?”
he didn’t want to get his hopes up too quickly, but the way you nodded proudly and affirmed it was something he could never forget.
“yeah!” you said. “just because you’re not flashy as other people doesn’t mean that you’re a plain, boring person, you know that? you’re actually really cool!”
“huh. thanks,” he noted-- and don’t worry, he walked back into his dorm room with a grin on his face the whole time.
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