#and should be ignored as if they didn't happen (that's clearly how he's written them going forward)

[problemswithbooks]

You’re really asking why enji is homophobic in many fics? Most of his haters, especially the most vocal ones are projecting their own abusers onto him like crazy. He’s either homophobic or a violent drunk in the fics, and Touya is a protective, loving big brother, basically a saint. Their own version leaks into the canon too and it alters the general perception of both characters for many of their readers or followers too. It’s just how it is

I mean, in fics I get it and even if i don't like it, it's fine. Fics need conflict and Enji's a good antagonist for any Shoto romance fic. People write fic for any number of reasons so if they want to project and work through their own abusive father's homophobia through Enji they're more than welcome to. It's their fic and their expiration.

What I find more frustrating and understand les is the random short tumblr posts that crop up every once in a while that state for a fact that Enji would be homophobic or force Shoto into a marriage for strong grand-kids with zero evidence to back those claims up. The same can be said for when people try and blame Enji for Shoto and Touya insulting heteromorphs.

Maybe it's because I don't read fics that often, but I've never had an issue discerning between fanon in fics and canon material. And I'd never assert something as fact/ a theory without proof to back it up.

I get that people don't like Enji and for people that already hate him reading him as negatively as possible is always going to be the case. First impressions mean everything, and Enji's was of a horribly abusive asshole. It's hard for people to change their mind after that sort of introduction. The only reason I changed my mind of him was because I enjoy that kind of story.

But I just wish people would take the time to actually think a little before compiling every single bad thing a person can do/be and shove onto a character they hate as if it's fact. For a story, fine--I won't read it but, fic isn't meta and it's not always true that the author believes everything they write. OOC fic is a thing and sometimes you just need a character to get in the way of your ship for angst. But for a character analysis it's sloppy.

#ask #bnha #todoroki enji #endeavor #also it's frustrating because it really seems like people think if someone was one fucked up belief it means they have this other bad belie #and that if a person/character does a wrong thing they no longer deserve sympathy #like how I saw someone say it was toxic to say that it might be Rei that taught Shoto and Touya to insult heteromorphs #personally I think those insults were crafted before Hori decided they were a huge deal/side plot #and should be ignored as if they didn't happen (that's clearly how he's written them going forward) #but if you pretend it did happen and is a big deal #than it makes more sense that it comes from Rei #Neither parent insult heteromorphs #but Rei raised the kids more than Enji did (that's his main fault) #Shoto hates Enji and tries to be the exact opposite of him however he can so it'd make sense he'd follow Rei's example more than Enji's #and now we know Rei came from a racist family which means she probably learned some of that discrimination from them growing up #but that idea is seem as toxic because ...why? #she's clearly not animal people racist now #and even if she still was #what happened to her was still wrong and she deserves sympathy #her being racist doesn't mean it was fine that Enji abused her #it doesn't mean she doesn't love her kids #yet it's not toxic to say Enji made his kids racist....because? #he's already a bad person? #like idk how to tell you that sometimes a bad person can have a positive or neutral trait #the least racist person can still abuse their kids #the two aren't connected in anyway

[hotteoki]

getting into an argument with skz (hyung line)

warnings: slamming doors (does that count as violence?), lots of swearing, regular angst, fluff-ish making up at the end

notes: i was feeling like some angst except i haven't written it in a long time so uh it's a bit shit el oh el + idk if i want to write maknae line cause i wouldn't even know how to write for felix LIKE THAT MAN IS AN ANGEL

©️ strayedstars | do not repost

chan (방찬)

chan was stressed, it was obvious to anyone. he didn't get angry often, nor does he get upset with people easily, but the deadlines and pressure had been getting to him lately. you did everything you could to help him, from making his favourite food every day to taking him out for dinner, and he made sure to let you know how grateful he was for those.

today, however, when chan stepped through the door, you hadn't noticed how he seemed more closed off when you asked how his day was, or how he didn't give you any form of greeting. it was when you stood up from your seated position on the couch, did you feel the tension radiating off of him. you approached him cautiously, fearing that if you said the wrong things, it would aggravate him even more.

worried, you placed a gentle hand on his arm, "chan, is everything okay-" he pushed your hand off immediately, replying with a short 'i'm fine.' "are you sure? you know you can always talk to-" he inhaled deeply, "oh my fucking- yes i'm sure. i clearly don't want to fucking talk to you, so why are you still pressing me? it's like you just don't fucking listen to me. you’re so damn clingy sometimes." there was a deathly silence. you could tell he didn't mean for his words to come out so harshly, but it hurt all the same.

chan, seemingly in disbelief by his own words as much as you, opened his mouth to apologise, but closed it. you weren’t even sure what hurt you more; the fact that he yelled at you, or that he couldn’t even be bothered to apologise. "what the fuck," you whispered out. still processing his words, you wordlessly made your way to the bedroom and closed the door, hurt and slightly embarrassed. you heard his callings of your name, but you ignored them, just wanting to give him, and yourself, some space. never would you have thought your own boyfriend would be the one to make you cry.

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you stirred awake. mind still fuzzy, you tried to remember what happened before you went to sleep. right. chan. you sat up, now slightly more awake. looking down, you were confused at the fact that you were holding your wolf chan plushie you lost a while back, and you definitely would not have had time to charge your phone, so what- oh.

squinting your eyes, you finally acknowledged chan sitting by the edge of the bed, his slouched back facing you. had you forgotten to lock the door? contemplating whether you should go up to him or not, you knew the two of you had to talk about it sooner or later. switching on the bedside light and crawling over until you were side to side with him, you sat with your legs crossed, your warm hands wrapped around your ankles.

you turned your head to look at him, stifling your laughter. chan had fallen asleep while sitting down, presumably thinking about the situation. shaking him awake, he blinked his eyes slowly, adjusting to the dim light from behind the two of you. you weren't sure if it was because of the witching hour, or because you simply weren't mad at him at all, but you found yourself leaning your head against his shoulder.

"i'm so sorry, angel," chan breathed out, voice shaky. "i know," you responded simply. "no, you don't get it," he stood, only to kneel down on the cold bedroom floor in front of you. he reached for your hands, rubbing circles soothingly over the back of your hand, "i'm so, so, sorry. i was in a bad mood, and i took it out on you, and you didn't deserve a second of it. i'm so incredibly sorry."

chan's head dipped down, and you could faintly see his teardrops staining his joggers. "chan," you called his name gently. his bloodshot eyes looked up to meet yours. you freed one of your hands from his grasp to place on his wet cheeks, smiling at how he instinctively leaned into your touch, "it's okay. i forgive you." he but only sobbed more, "i don't deserve you."

you knew that right now, no matter what you say, he would never forgive himself, so you opted to guide him back on his feet, leading him under the warm duvets, "let's just sleep for now, okay? we'll talk more tomorrow."

minho (민호)

minho was trying really hard to be patient with you. he really was, but you kept forgetting which brand of treats were soonie's favourite, or which pet dish is doongie's, or where to place dori's favourite toys, and it was getting on his nerves. he knew you weren't doing this on purpose, you had a lot on your mind, but, really, was it that hard to remember a few extra things?

it was the fourth time in the past week that you've asked him if the cats have had their dinner yet. minho had already had a rough day at work, with the others being uncoordinated and him losing his phone, and your 'hey min, they've had dinner already, right?' made him snap.

he felt a hot wave of anger wash over him, without meaning to, he began spatting words out, "yes, they've had their dinner. we have a schedule for their meals, what part of a schedule do you not understand? if you could just use your head for once, maybe you'll fucking remember something!" in the heat of the moment, you retorted, crossing your arms, "i could say the same to you! you never put your shit together, your clothes are always on the floor, i always have to clean up for you! maybe for once, you should be the one using your head!"

minho groaned, running a hand through his messy hair, "give me a fucking break, will you? you're so exasperating." swallowing thickly, you managed out, "fine, you want a fucking break? have a fucking break." making your way to your bedroom, him following along, refusing to let you walk away. you went straight into the room, slamming the door shut in his face and locking it. "fine! have it your way!" minho yelled, hitting his fist against the door once, storming out the house.

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it had been exactly 3 hours and 28 minutes since the fight. minho knew only because he kept checking his phone every 2 minutes to see if there were any notifications from you. he wasn't even sure why he was checking in the first place, he should be the one apologising, not you.

pocketing his phone, he stood up from his seat on the bench in a nearby park. slowly but surely, minho made his way back, only praying that you were still there. rummaging for his keys in front of the door, his heart all but stung more at the heart keychain with both of your names on it along with your anniversary.

creaking the door open, minho's heart dropped at the silence that greeted him. he called out your name once, then twice. practically running up to your shared bedroom, he rattled the doorknob. still locked. his heart pounded over fear that something had happened to you.

holding back to the urge to cry in frustration, minho began rapidly banging on the door, "please, please, please, open up the door!" the door finally cracked open, your tired, red-rimmed eyes blinking hazily up at him. "you're okay? you're okay!" minho pushed the door open all the way, examining your body all around before pulling you close to his chest, wrapping his arms around you securely.

"why didn't you answer?!" he nearly yelled. you, still bleary, rubbed your eyes, "i was sleeping. w-why are you here? i thought you left?" minho almost burst into tears right then and there, burying his face in your hair, "oh love, i'm never ever leaving you again. i'm so fucking sorry. i'm so, so, so, fucking sorry. i promise you, i'll do so much better."

changbin (창빈)

you knew the pain in changbin's right leg from an injury at the gym had been irritating him for the past few weeks, rendering him barely able to do anything without wanting to scream in frustration. you had been helping him a lot, from carrying his bags to picking up things when he had dropped them.

you made sure changbin was as comfortable as he could be, especially considering how moody he was acting the entire day. he had refused to leave the bed, which was extremely unlike him. normally, even if he was in a horrible mood, he would still get up and go about his day, claiming that if he didn't, he would be 'wasting the precious moments of life'.

you knocked on the bedroom door gingerly before opening it up a crack, not sure if he was awake or not. changbin was sat up straight, leaning against the headboard, scrolling on his phone. smiling, slightly relieved you hadn't disturbed his sleep, you opened the door full, "hey binnie, how are you feel-" "oh my- i'm okay, leave me alone. you don't have to keep babying me 24/7, it's so irritating." with a final look, his eyes turned back to his phone, ignoring your presence. to say you were shocked at his outburst was an understatement.

"are you serious?" you raised an eyebrow, "i have been taking care of you all week and this is how you thank me?" scoffing, he continued to avoid your glare, "i didn't ask you to." realising that he wasn’t going to apologise any time soon, you cast aside your surprise, honestly wanting to leave as quickly as you could. pursing your lips, you set the glass of water you had been holding on the bedside drawer along with a new charger that he had been complaining for, and left the room promptly. you could only hope changbin would reflect on his words.

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it was only minutes later when changbin called out your name once from the bedroom. you paused the movie playing on the television, contemplating whether you should ignore him or not. you were just about to pick up the remote again when you heard a loud thud.

without hesitating, you ran up to the bedroom, opening the door. changbin sat on the floor, clutching his leg, wincing at the pain. "what the hell did you do?" he remained silent. you immediately hoisted him back up to sit by the edge of the bed, kneeling in front to check for any bruises. sure enough, a purple spot was beginning to form on his shin.

sighing, you sat next to him on the bed, waiting for his answer. changbin sniffed, "i was trying to get up and go apologise to you, but i fell off the bed." giving him a small smile, you rubbed his thigh comfortingly. you weren't exactly sure how to respond.

sucking in a deep breathe, changbin began, "i'm really sorry for, you know, what i said earlier. i was being ungrateful, and i'm genuinely so sorry. i don't know what came over me, i just-" he was rushing his words. you rubbed his back, "no, i get it. i know you'd never hurt anyone intentionally." changbin couldn't meet your eyes. "but it still hurt me a lot."

he instantly locked his eyes with yours, "and i promise i will do anything in this world to make it up to you." he held out his pinky. you laughed, linking your pinky with his and pressing your thumbs together. "you can't break it now," you teased. "i won't." that was one of the most genuine things you'd ever heard changbin say.

hyunjin (현진)

hyunjin was experiencing an artist block. this didn't happen often, but when it did, it stuck for a long time; everything he drew looked wrong, it was either the shadows were in the wrong place, or the colour looked a little off, or the entire thing was just not what he pictured in general. letting out a groan, he rubbed his face was his free hand, feeling a headache coming along.

slamming his paintbrush down on the canvas stand, he glared at the blank sheet, like something would magically appear and would cure his annoyance. "hey hyunnie, i'm home!" your voice echoed around the house, and for once, it pissed him off. how are you so carefree and happy while he had to suffer? hyunjin got up from his stool and went to greet you, deciding that you at least deserved one.

"oh hey hyunnie, here's the drink that you've been wanting!" you fished something out of the bag. it was the wrong one. it wasn't the one hyunjin wanted. already irritated, his words came out without him even noticing, "how many times do i have to tell you it's not this one? if you really knew which drink is the one i want, you’d open your eyes and realise it’s not this one. either way, there's a reason why i didn't buy it, do you know how expensive it is?"

before you could interject, he continued on, not able to control what he was saying, "no, of course you don't. you just live in your own little carefree life, right? everything gets done for you, you never have to worry about anything, right?" word vomit. those last comments infuriated you, "carefree? carefree? hyunjin you have no idea how hard i had been working for the past few days! i have a job too, you know? news flash, you're not the only special one!"

hyunjin's heart ached. he never thought about what you might be going through. "yeah, no, if i'm such a bother because of the way i live my life, then maybe i should leave for a bit," you sighed, leaving the kitchen and to the bedroom. hyunjin couldn't even describe the guilt in his chest as he watched you leave.

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hyunjin sat outside the bedroom, waiting for you to come out, but also because he was scared. scared that you hated him now. scared that you won't forgive him. scared that you decided that maybe this relationship wasn't worth-

the sound of the door opening cut off his train of thoughts. you peeked out from behind the door, looking down cautiously at him, "what are you doing on the floor?" "i- i just- i don't know," hyunjin sighed, shielding his face away from you. he didn't want you to see him cry.

"hey, hey," you slid down next to him, legs tucked underneath. you reached to hold his wrist, pulling his hand away from his face. his glassy eyes met yours, "i mess everything up." with those words, he broke down. "oh, darling," you pulled him close and held him to your chest, "no you don't." "but i do," he stifled another sob, "i can't draw at all and i yelled at you and now you hate me-" "who said i hated you?" you ran your fingers through his hair.

his body relaxed, and hyunjin found himself leaning into your hold subconsciously. "couples have fights every now and then, and that's normal, hyunnie. and yes, you did yell at me, but so did i. as for your paintings, i'm sure you just need some motivation, and i'll help you find it." he pulled himself away slightly, tilting up to meet your forgiving smile. you'd never looked more beautiful in his eyes. "you. i want to paint you."

for @minvho @hyunverse @felixore @alyszaen and them only

#skz headcanons #skz x reader #skz stay #skz #stray kids x reader #stray kids #seungmin #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin #seungmin x reader #lee minho #stray kids minho #minho #minho x reader #felix lee #lee know x reader #leeknow #lee know #lee felix #stray kids felix #felix x reader #han jisung x reader #han x reader #han jisung #jisung x reader #changbin #changbin x reader #bang chan x you #bang chan x reader #bang chan

[princessmaybank]

Truth or Dare

Pairings: BestFriend!JJ x BestFriend!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealous JJ, stripping, fingering, squirting, etc.

Summary: They play t or d.

Authors Note: I didn't mean to post this so soon, but since it's out already I hope you like it, I'm just stopping it here, if you like it let me know if you want a part 2 :(.

"Truth or Dare?" John B asks darting his eyes to Cleo. "Oh come on man! You should already know the answer!" He smirked and nodded. You were at the chateau in the hot tub that JJ so graciously purchased for you all a few months back. Everyone was slugging down beers and having a big night of fun.

"I dare you to read the last text message you sent out loud." JB said shrugging, showing us that's all he has prepared. "oh man, too easy!" Cleo flung her arms upwards then reached for her phone. After she got to her messages she cleared her throat. " 'What we gonna do tonight?' I sent that to Sarah man." John B rolled his eyes in defeat, secretly hoping she had sent a naughty message to Pope or something.

"Okay Y/N, truth or dare?" She moved on quickly. "Dare of course." You responded, causing JJ to look at you with a slight smile. You and JJ are best friends, and always have been. Of course everyone in that hot tub was your best friend, but JJ was different, you could talk about literally anything for hours on end. He's always been there for you.

"I dare you to prank call Rafe Cameron. Pretend to want him and need him." Cleo ended with a smirk pointing to your phone. You didn't mind the dare but a certain blonde about a foot behind you definitely cared. He wasn't good at hiding his emotions, everything he wanted to say was already written on his face. "I don't think that's a good idea Y/N." You hear JJ say with a stern voice from behind you. "Oh calm your tits Jayj, what's the worst that could happen? I get a boyfriend?" You responded making all the girls giggle.

"It's ringing!" Kiara said out loud so everyone knew what was going on. Kiara was very close to the phone with you but it was pressed against your ear. "Hey Rafe!" You said a little too enthusiastic for JJ's liking. "Hey, Y/N. What do I owe this pleasant surprise?" He asked, gratefully. "Well I really wanted to tell you that I think of you a lot Rafe. It's getting to be too much now. I can't shake the feeling of needing to be with you." Everyone was giggling at that moment, other than one person, I'm sure you could guess who. Your eyes caught JJ's as he rolled them and crossed his arms. You could see how this was affecting him, so why not play some more. "Wow, I've been wai-" You cut Rafe's sentence short. "Rafe, mmmmm I need you so bad right now. Ohhhh." You pretend to moan into the phone. "Oh baby, are you touching yourself to me?" He asked clearly turned on. Kiara gagged and walked a few feet away. "Oh yes I am, but I wish it was you..." You paused for dramatic effect.

"Daddy." You smirked holding back a giggle, hearing Rafe groan into the phone. Next thing you know JJ is standing in front of you hanging up the call, fuming. He was legitimately tomato red. Everyone watched, curious about what he was going to do.

He grabbed your waist pulling you as close as he could while looking into your eyes. "Don't you ever pull that shit again." His eyes never left yours. You wanted to stand up for yourself but the only thing that left your mouth was "o-okay." He leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Good girl." There was that feeling of butterflies in your stomach. JJ never made you feel this way. What was happening? "When this little party is over you're coming to my room, we have things to talk about." He whispered again.

Everyone sat back down choosing to ignore how JJ nearly killed/fucked you right then and there. You chose to ignore it as well even though the tingling between your legs is making it difficult.

Instead of you asking the next question Pope cut the tension and began after Sarah. "Truth or dare?" He asked. Sarah obviously chose the safe route at this moment. "Is it true that even though you and JB are married, you'll still have a huge wedding and legally do it?" Pope asked. Awe of course he would, it's Pope. Sarah nodded "Of course I still want my dream wedding! Don't be silly Pope." She giggled.

"Okay J- Kiara, yeah Kiara. Truth or dare?" No one could look at JJ right now how would they be able to play this game right now?

"I'll say, truth." She smiled lightly. "Ok here's a little would you rather. Would you rather, fuck Topper or Kelce?" Kiara gasped. "Ew, can I kill myself instead?" She gagged. Everyone laughed and accepted that as her answer.

Eventually someone asked JJ the question and he ended up chugging some beer upside down. You still couldn't get those low-flying butterflies to go away. The thought of JJ taking you right there was fogging your brain.

After about an hour longer everyone was headed home or to bed. Pope and Cleo went back to the Heywards and Kiara went back to her house. Sarah decided to stay at the chateau with John B, then of course JJ asked you to go to his room and talk with him.

You sat on JJ's bed after getting your shower, you waited for him to finish up in the shower. JJ left some of his clothes on his bed for you to change into.

Next thing you knew, you were under JJ, making out with him on his bed. You had no idea how you got here but you weren't going to complain.

JJ pulled you onto his lap, never disconnecting your lips from each other. He held onto your hips and pressed down as he grinded up. You moved your hips at a faster pace needing the friction. He tore his lips from yours taking a breath before speaking. "Truth or dare?" He asked as you rolled your eyes. JJ gave you a look that said 'just answer it'. So you did. "Dare." You said with confidence streaming through your veins. JJ rubbed your hips, slowly reaching for your butt to squeeze.

"Strip for me baby." He said as he squeezed. You blushed not knowing how to react. "Come on baby, let me see that gorgeous body you've got hiding under my baggy clothes." When JJ said that, you began to melt. You decided to just take your shirt off while on his lap. You weren't wearing a bra so he got quite the show very quickly. You got off of him as he pushed himself to sit on the edge of his bed. The idea to strip tease JJ came to your mind so that's exactly what you did.

At some point when you were completely naked, you wanted to tease him so you sat on his lap and pulled one of his hands forward to your aching hole. You teased yourself with his fingers, secretly wanting him to continue what you had started. Which he had no problem with doing. He pushed two fingers inside of you causing a gasp and moan mix, to fall from your lips.

JJ's hand raced to cover your mouth. "Shhhh you have to be quiet, baby, or we'll get caught." He whispered in your ear. You nodded and bit your lip as JJ moved his fingers back and forth in your tight hole. JJ was making you so wet, your pussy was so loud that you might just get caught by being fingered. "Tell your pussy to be quiet." He giggled in your ear. "Tell your fingers to stop making me feel so good then." You moaned leaning your head back onto his shoulder.

JJ smirked to himself, knowing he was doing a good job. He sped up trying to make you cum but you suddenly felt embarrassed. "JJ- this f-eels so g-good..but I think I have to go..to the bathroom-" That was music to JJ's ears. His movements only got faster, he moved your hand to your clit so you could help by rubbing yourself.

"JJ- I-I" A loud squeal started erupting from your mouth. JJ slapped his hand across your mouth. One more swift push into your pussy and he pulled out, a gush of fluid came rushing out. You kept moaning into his hand. He continued playing with your cunt until you were done squirting.

"Something tells me you've never done that before baby."

#outer banks #jj maybank #obx fic #rudy pankow smut #rudy pankow x reader #obx x reader #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #smut prompts

[josiesullysblog]

Rude

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~explicit content, soft dom Neteyam, sub reader, golden retriever boyfriend x black cat girlfriend

~Proofread?-no

~Summary~You hate Neteyam’s guts because you're afraid he’ll break your heart. He is a lovesick fool who refuses to give up on you.

~Note-Everything done is consensual!!!

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Neteyam was the most annoying, agitating, boy you to ever met. You didn't like him, you made that very clear to anyone who had ears. His smile was gorgeous and you just wanted to smack it off, his laugh was better than any medication Mo’at could make. He was like your shadow, constantly following you around, but one thing you couldn't deny, he was your first love.

“Good morning!” Neteyam smiled ear to ear, tail wagging, and this lovesick smile wrote all over him. You rolled your eyes, “starting so early?” he nodded. This was the game you two played, Neteyam would follow you around like a lost puppy and you’d beg him to leave you alone. He always won.

Neteyam saw past this hard shell you put on. He knew you liked him, not to have a big ego but he saw the way you looked at him. You were just afraid to admit it. This was fun to him though, “what are we doing today, pretty girl “ you scoffed, “we?”

The boy nodded, “Neteyam do you have nothing else to do?” he pretended to think, “Not really,” you sighed, “you are infuriating,” you walked ahead of him as the boy trailed right behind you. “stop acting as if my presence is the most annoying thing.” he laughed as your eyebrows twitched, he loved seeing you mad.

“I wish I was acting,” you stopped and picked up a heavy box before giving it directly to him, “might as well help if your gonna be annoying.” you had a problem with commitment. You were afraid of putting your all into a boy because what if he breaks your heart?

A boy like Neteyam had heartbreaker written all over him, you believed he only wanted you for a while then he’d get bored. You were completely wrong, no matter how many times you turned him around, he was always there.

It was like he was a puppy, waiting for his command. This pissed you off more, Neteyam tried so hard with you, even if you were a bitch, flipped him off, and completely ignored him, he still liked you. What if you did day him? There was no way you could give him the love he deserves.

As you became lost in your thoughts, Neteyam dropped the box on the floor, “[Y/n]!” he said making a goofy face. “What?” You groaned as he just giggled, “I was wondering if after dinner maybe you and I-.” You cut him off.

“Busy, next time maybe,” you said shrugging and batting your eyes. Now he knew you weren't busy, you wanted to avoid him but he wouldn't let that happen. “Are you now? I didn't know you had friends?” you gasped loudly at his words before pushing him, “I have plenty of friends, you just don't see them.”

Neteyam laughed, “Someone you know of and someone you know is two different things,” you groaned, “get away from me,” his eyes lingered on you, “what? Now your gonna say I need to take a bath?”

He shook his head, “You remind me of this thing my father showed me, a cat,” you stopped walking before hitting the back of his head, “You think i’m ugly?”

“I didn't say that!” you nodded, “you said I remind you of a cat from your father's planet! You have clearly said it to insult me!” you started walking away, hurt. Neteyam was nice this newfound attitude, was not it.

“[Y/n], listen that's not what I meant!” you kept walking quickly trying to get away, “You have helped me, there is no reason you should be following me!” As your anger became louder, Neteyam's steps started quickening.

“I meant it as a compliment, you must see these kittens they are adorable!” he tried reaching out for your hand but you suddenly tripped into a hole. “[Y/N]!” The boy immediately went in right after you.

“AHHH,” fear covered you as all you saw was black, but before you hit the floor Neteyam’s hands stabilize you, “I’ve got you,” he whispered as he felt how fast your heartbeat was going.

“We're going to be in here for a while,” Neteyam said as he looked around, pitch black beside the little light from above which was the opening of the hole, “a while? Neteyam I have to head back!” you pushed him away and began looking for a way to exit.

“There is nowhere to leave, we must wait till someone notices we are missing,” you looked at the boy as if he had two heads, “We can't do that! What if they take hours!” the boy shrugged, “I don't know,” he gave a smile before sitting down.

You looked back up, attempting to climb, “save your energy, pretty girl,” you groaned before sitting across from him. He was the last person you’d wanna be stuck with.

You both sat in silence till you had enough, “Neteyam no one will come! We will die in here if we continue to sit here!” you stood up. “This is all your fault,” you muttered as you looked around, “my fault?” Neteyam stood up looking at you. You nodded, “How is any of this my fault? You weren't looking at where you were going.”

“That's because you were chasing me!” Neteyam laughed, “I was trying to get you to listen,” you scoffed, “maybe if you hadn't insulted me, I wouldn't have been upset!”

“You're always upset, it's like you have a stick up your ass!” you hit the boy, even though it didn't seem to hurt him. “Shut up, Neteyam.” You looked up, “I think if you helped me up I’ll be able to reach that branch and climb my way out.”

You clapped at your idea, “Yes, I can! Help me Neteyam!” you turned around making the gesture for him to grab your waist. When Neteyam just stood there you turned to look at him, “What's wrong? Are you not strong enough to help me up?” The boy smiled, “I am more than capable of picking you up, I just don't want to.”

You gasped, “You want to be stuck here, till the day we die?” he shook his head, “No, we will get out of here but it's a good way to trap you.” you backed up from the boy, “trap me?”

“Yes, you have been avoiding me,” you didn't think he’d noticed, “no, I haven't.” He nodded, “Yes, you have, and I think I know why.”

Your heart sank there was no way he knew you loved him, and wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. “So, you are not letting me leave,” he smiled, “yep.”

He went to sit down but you stopped him, “I thought we were friends,” you tried getting him to let you out, “we aren't friends, [Y/n],” your eyes widen. The man followed you everywhere, always spoke to you, and would literally move the heavens and the earth for you is saying you guys aren't even friends? Yeah, your heart is a little broken.

Even if you and Neteyam didn't have a romantic relationship, you always assumed you’d both still be friends, “we aren't?” Neteyam’s heart broke hearing your voice. Your eyes bore into him as you waited for him to continue talking.

“Because I can't be friends with the woman i’m in love with,” he came closer. “What?” your heart beat quickly, “I can't keep pretending that I think of you as just my friend, [Y/n] i’m in love with you I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” he grabbed your hand, “and I don't know why but you try and hide it that you love me too and I see right through it.”

He started backing you up against the wall, “When I look at you, I fall deeper and deeper in love with you. If you can look me in the eyes right now and tell me you don't like me, I’ll help you out of here and leave you alone.”

You kept your head down, your mind more focused on his hand movement. His hand sat nicely on your thigh, “I love you,” you whispered as you felt his hand go higher, “fuck, [Y/n],” his hand found your clit and began rubbing, “so wet, have you been hiding this?”

Your hands clung to his shoulders as he moved his fingers faster. “Who knew you were such a slut,” moans fell from your mouth. He quickened his pace, coming closer to your face, “You don't know how long I’ve wanted to see you like this,” he smiled as he watch you fight moans.

“Everyone told me to leave you alone but I knew,” as his pace quickened with his other hand he forced you to look at him, “but I knew you were just waiting for me, waiting till the day I’d be able to breed you.”

“Teyem,” you grabbed his hand trying to slow his pace, “Aw is it too much?” you nodded, “too bad, I enjoy the faces you are making a little too much.”

Sensitivity rang through your entire body as you felt yourself near, “i’m gonna,” Neteyam’s smile deepened as he watched you. You came hard, letting all your moans out. You tried catching your breath, but you felt Neteyam’s hand rubbing your entrance, “Neteyam,” was all you were able to get out before you felt his fingers dig right back into you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Neteyam kissed your neck. “Your gonna come again for me, huh?” you shook your head, “N-no, I can't,” he smiled, “Yes, you can!” he sped up as he fekts your walls contract.

“Can't wait to see you bounce on my dick,” your legs began to shake as you felt yourself nearing, ‘Mine, all mine.” You nodded, “Yours,” you came at the exact moment, slumping into Neteyam’s arms. “I meant what I said, [Y/n],” you looked at him, “you're mine, and later tonight I’ll be sure everyone knows that,” you just looked at him, “Now, let's get out of here,” you nodded as you followed the boy's direction.

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Miss me? I’m so sorry for being inactive, i’ve been so tired and had no time to write but thank you guys for the love! it warms my little heart to know you all love the stories i write! Next weekend it’s you part 2 will cone out! hope you guys enjoy this story! :)

#avatar way of water #neteyam #avatar loak #avatar #jake sully #neteyam x y/n #avatar neytiri #avatar tuk #neytiri #neteyam x reader #neteyam x oc #awow neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam oneshot #avatar neteyam #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam smut #dark neteyam

[lilithliliam]

Aizawa Shouta x student/reader

(very fluffy💕no sexual content. Love/jealousy. Declaration of love. Forbidden relationship. Secret relationships. There is a mention of minors. voluntary relationship.)

For Aizawa, every day is worse than yesterday, he can't remember the last time he took a proper shower, let alone sleep, and then there's Nezu with a new exchange student. As if he doesn't have enough idiots of his own. He had long planned to dump a lot of work on Iida and Momo and take a quiet nap in his sleeping bag. But he couldn't, he had to meet you and introduce you to the class.

And no one said that while doing this you had to take off your sleeping bag.

You came to their class with a big smile and a soft voice like an angel descended from heaven. You were definitely lovely. With such an aristocratic appearance, full lips, charming eyes and a beautiful physique. Naturally, all the students were excited, not only did they transfer someone to them after the start of the school year, she was also so beautiful. Aizawa could have sworn that he had already seen Denki and Mineta's obscene thoughts. Even Bakugou, saying rudely "What, staring" turned to the window hiding his red cheeks and ears.

You weren't at all embarrassed by their attention, and Bakugou's words didn't hurt you. It seemed funny and saying the traditional words: "Nice to meet you and please take care of me" sat down in her seat with a final smile at the strange yellow teacher.

Your beauty is the true embodiment of femininity, grace and attractiveness. You were so beautiful that you could admire for hours. You are like a valuable gift from the gods from Olympus to insignificant mortals, so that they can see the true beauty, even from afar.

Even Aizawa, who is poorly versed in beauty, understood this, and after your dazzling smile in his direction, his heart froze in his chest and his breathing quickened. A treacherous blush appeared on his cheeks, which he immediately hurried to hide behind a scarf. Perhaps it was still worth getting out of the bag, he thought, and mentally slapped his forehead for such thoughts. Why would he suddenly be ashamed of the way he looks. He's never cared before, and then you show up and he's already blushing like a fifteen-year-old in the midst of puberty.

Aizawa even decided to pull himself together and continued the lesson as if nothing had happened. He almost forgot about the case when, after all the lessons, you approached him with a request for help, because you were very behind your classmates.

He should have refused you, but God, how could he? You are all so airy and sweet asking him for help with a sweet blush on your cheeks and, of course, his duty as a teacher and a more experienced senior to help and teach you everything. Anything you ask him to. He realized that his thoughts were leading him in the wrong direction and mentally hit himself on the forehead. What is he thinking? After all, Aizawa should have asked the director to transfer you to 1B, flashed through his mind.

Over the course of your training as a hero, Aizawa's condition didn't get any better. He even tried to distance himself and ignore your existence as much as possible, but as soon as he forgot for a second, he found you nearby helping him with the papers at his own request, or the two of you chatting about everything in his office. And when you said how tied up hair suits him, he caught himself on the fact that he began to tie his hair more often and shave for no reason. And it's not because he instinctively wants to impress you clearly?! Tts

Sometimes it seemed to him that perhaps it was written on his forehead that he so desperately wants a woman for himself and that you. How else to explain that Mick is constantly teasing him for this reason, and you look at him so slyly during the lessons?

Aizawa is not the type of person who falls in love so easily, and certainly not the type of person who falls in love with her students, and certainly not the type of person who would be jealous of her peers. This is how Shota would have described himself before meeting the lady. And is it his fault that you are so beautiful and sweet to him and is it his fault that his students pay you so much attention and openly flirt with you. And when he accidentally sees you and Todoroki-kun through the library window chatting cutely about something, he can't help but feel that suffocating feeling. He thinks right. That's the way it should be. You certainly need your peer, strong like you. Someone who can give you all the wonders of first love and relationships that Aizawa couldn't. He thinks like this when he walks down the corridor, he thinks like that when he opens the door to the library and he thinks like that when he calls you by name and asks you to go with him because there is something to be solved. He thinks so, he knows that this is right, but in his office, closing the door to the lock and turning to face you, he officially admits his defeat.

Your eyes are bottomless sea distances, in which there is no bottom. Therefore, everyone who falls into them perishes forever, having no chance of salvation. So Shoto died. He asks to give him a chance to show himself. He does not promise stars from heaven, but he promises to treat you as one of them and carry you in his arms.

If you agree, he will be very surprised, he probably thought that you would refuse. But believe me, he will be very happy. He will take care of you like a princess, protect and cherish, call you a kitten, give you forehead kisses and sometimes "adult kisses". Shota will not touch you until your graduation and you will definitely have to wait until it happens, but believe such a man is worth waiting for for all eternity💜

#aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa x student reader #dadzawa #aizawa sensei #bnha shouta aizawa #bnha x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #aizawa fanfiction

[akisunlovesnalu]

Every Witch Way

A fic that I wrote inspired by this photo. Originally I wanted it to become a detective fic but my brain spiraled and I ended up with this. It became an adventure mystery story and of course, the government hates them :) I liked the idea of them traveling through the desert and I'm not too sure where the guild fit in this but just know that all Magicians (Witches) are in hiding because society believes they are evil. Most normal people do not have magic so someone spread a theory that the only reason witches have magic is because of human sacrifices etc. It's important to note that witches want to keep their powers under wraps or else they will get reported to the authorities and sent to the hier-ups in the capital. Nobody knows what happens to the witches who are caught but they don't want to find out.

That might be some unnecessary background information so skip over that if you wish and enjoy!

When Lucy finds herself kidnapped by a ruthless group of bandits, the last thing she expects is to be saved by a witch with Pink hair and his talking blue cat. And she most certainly didn't expect to become their good friend and travel companion. Who knew evil sorcerers and government conspiracies can lead to unexpected friendships.

As the blond girl dragged herself, hands tied together in front of her, and sand covered bare feet weakly trailing after her, she realized how fast camels might actually be. You see, in all of the stories she had read so far, none of them did the four legged beast's speed any justice. They never quite described how hard it was to keep up with them. It was always “The creature was big” or “The creature was furry” but never “When kidnapped by a group of bandits, tied to and forced to stumble behind a literal camel, it may be hard to keep up.”

See if any of the books had written that in, maybe Lucy Hearfillia might be faring better in her situation. But alas, she was not.

“Stop lagging behind, blondie!” One of the men snarled, pulling on the rope to further demonstrate his annoyance. Lucy stumbled forward, struggling to stay upright. She hung her head low, very aware of the menacingly bright sun and quietly sighed.

Oh what she would do to somehow get out of this unfortunate turn of events.

She has probably been traveling together with these no good thieves for about 3 hours. After being abducted from the only good town in this godforsaken desert, the men forced her to follow them, ignoring her cries of where she was and demands to let her go. She gave up eventually of course. Not even her vocal cords could handle the immense heat that came with the dry deserted area.

“Hey boss.” The big one said, glancing over at her with furrowed brows. He had been the one to capture her in the first place. Of course Lucy could have easily taken him on but… a moment's hesitation was all they needed to successfully tie her up and steal her ring of keys. Aquarius was going to kill her!

 “Not that I really want to, but... Should we give the chick some water?” 

The man in front of the big one grunted, his blueish hair blowing with the small breeze and clearly showing off his strange X-like tattoo. Lucy watched on with little interest as a bead of sweat traveled down his forehead.

“I wouldn’t bother.” He scoffed. “Every time we’ve tried, she just spits it back up. Plus, earlier she tried to bite off Javier’s finger, do you really want to risk it?” He raised an eyebrow.

The man in question made a whining noise, clutching his injured hand to his chest and glaring at their prisoner with watery eyes. He mockingly raised the water bottle to his mouth, chugging it in an attempt to get a rise out of her. Lucy rolled her eyes, instead looking back down at the smooth sand beneath her feet.

The big one made a noise of understanding. “Even after we lied about it not being drugged too-”

Javier spit up the water that he was previously chugging, shakily putting the top back on and storing it back inside of the camel's holding bag.

“You idiot!” ‘Boss’ hissed, turning a piercing glare unto the man beside him. “She still didn’t know-” He paused, glancing over at their very interested prisoner and forced himself to  take a deep breath. “You know what, it doesn't matter, she'll be fine.”

“But, Bora-”

“She’ll be fine!” The man who Lucy now knew as Bora raised a fist threateningly. He smirked in sick pleasure as his henchmen coward away. Before she even had time to pull a face of disgust, he turned to Lucy, eyeing her hungrily. “Now, let's get a move on. The employer is expecting us by sundown and I'd rather not have the sun beating down on me any longer than necessary.”

The rest of his men tiredly murmured in agreement, picking up the pace and forcing the blond girl to — once again —trudge through the slippery sand. She hissed as her feet pricked on some sort of stick-like plant. Oh Mavis if she could just reach into the pouch hanging off of Bora’s belt-

“I don’t see the issue, it’s not even that hot.” A new voice said, startling the crew of 14 bandits plus Lucy herself. Her head snapped up for the first time in a while. Ignoring the ache in her neck, the girl rapidly searched the area until settling upon a man with… pink hair. 

He didn’t look too shocked to see a kidnapped girl tied to a Camel. Nor did he bat an eye at the blue cat that sat on his head, lazily playing with the goggles that held his hair out of his face (Did she mention that it was pink!?). And his attire looked so incredibly… bold that Lucy was sure she would faint. Seriously, who was stupid enough to travel through the desert in a black long sleeve shirt, a tan vest and a literal scarf. It was like the guy was begging to get a heat stroke.

She had immediately decided that whoever this man was, he was insane.

“Now.” He grinned, getting into a fighting stance. “What was it you said about an employer?”

Oh look now he wanted to fight off an entire group of bandits. Lucy scoffed. Definitely insane.

Where did he even come from?

Bora snarled, holding up a hand and signaling his guys to pounce on the man wearing freaking cargo pants. Once again, the pink haired freak didn’t even flinch. He stayed rooted to his spot, grinning a wide smile and daring one of them to come at him.

They did, of course, and to Lucy’s surprise were blasted back by a large ring of— 

“Fire!”

Well that certainly explains a lot.

Even after that big scare, the men were back on “Mr. cargo pants” as soon as Bora sent each and every one of them a snarl. The blond snorted as soon enough, all 14 men were on the floor, some of them even halfway in the sand and halfway not.

Bora’s horrified face soon turned back into a scowl as he fully processed Lucy’s teasing. He jumped off of the Camel, ignoring a curious looking “Mr. cargo pants” and stomping over to her. 

“Something Funny?” He said.

“Yeah, actually.” She chuckled some more, tugging on the rope in silent frustration. “Looks like you're about to get your ass handed to you.”

Bora growled, raising his hand in an attempt to threaten her. Lucy eye’d it wearily, but made no attempt to move out of its path. To her pleasure that seemed to aggravate the man even more.

“I’ll show you!” He cried and Lucy's breath hitched as he brought his hand down to strike her across the face… 

The sound of skin hitting skin somehow echoed throughout the desert and Lucy was sure her face was stinging a bright red…

Except it wasn’t… to be honest she felt no pain. Almost as if she hadn’t been hit at all… Cracking her eyes open she realized that a figure stood in front of her, effectively blocking both the sun and her view of Bora. At this, the girl was finally able to piece together what happened.

Bora had aimed for her face, only for his wrist to be caught by “Mr. cargo pants” himself. 

What an interesting turn of events indeed. 

Lucy was quite surprised by how calm she was in this type of situation. No other girl would be able to keep a straight face as they were surrounded in an alleyway, tied up, and forced onto a camel, only to be saved by a strange man (who was definitely insane) that kicked ass and breathed fire. Though if anything she’d have to blame it on experience.

The silence was interrupted by a snarl, one almost inhuman. Bora shrieked, snatching his hand away and forcibly putting a distance between him and this insane man.

“H-how dare you!” Bora shrieked, reaching into his belt and pulling out a knife. Lucy’s eyes flashed onto the leather pouch before giving the man a hard glare.

“You’re one of those demons aren't you!” His voice shook but was filled with so much venom. “The horrible bastards that turn to rituals and blood sacrifices in favor of magical powers!?”

Mr. Cargo pants made no attempt to move, only stared Bora straight in the eyes with an unreadable expression. 

“So what if I am?” He answered.

Lucy felt her lips turn into a frown.

“Then you’re worse than me!” The man laughed maniacally, waving his knife around as he spoke. “Why bother saving this chick with magic earned by bloodlust? Wait…” He gasped dramatically looking at Lucy and then back at Mr. Cargo pants. 

“Oh…” he cackled this time, using a shaky hand to clutch his side. “You probably need her right? For another sacrifice?”

As he continued with his dumb speach Lucy felt her patience slipping. She bit her lip, tugging on the rope once again with no success. She growled, now desperate enough to be pulling against the weight of a freaking Camel.

“Let’s make a deal, hm?” Bora held the knife to his mouth in thought. “I’ll let you take her for just a bit of cash. I’m sure you and your demon friends would love such delicate, pure hearted prey right? Blah Blah Blah Blah-”

Lucy tuned him out and her pink-haired savior still made no move to attack, only balling his fists and taking deep breaths. She understood… the need to prove him wrong… to just shut him up! Which was what she was planning on doing! As soon as she got rid of this stupid rope-

Her savior lunged, slapping the knife out of the bandit's hand and catching him by the neck so quickly that Lucy had to blink, just to make sure she had actually witnessed that.

Bora struggled against his grip, clawing at his arm as he gasped for breath. “Y-you…” He coughed. “You monster!”

The pink haired boy dropped him, cracking his knuckles as Bora attempted to crawl away.

“Hit me with your best shot!” He screeched. “Monster!” 

And that’s when Lucy’s attention was directed towards a flying blue blob. It took her a minute to realize that the blue blob was the cat previously perched atop her savior's head. She couldn’t help the small shriek that erupted from her throat as the cat landed directly in front of her, a look of pride overtaking its face.

“Hold on!” It cried, using its claws to slowly cut away at the thick rope. Lucy stood stock still, mouth wide as she watched a cat! a talking cat, free her from her ‘Camel Prison’... 

This day just kept getting weirder and weirder. 

She felt the rope loosen up and took that moment to slip her hands free.

She rubbed her wrists, absentmindedly thanking the (blue, flying, taking-) cat and zoning back in on the fight. Well… what she thought would be a fight. Instead, Lucy saw Mr. Cargo Pants kneeling by a tied up and unconscious Bora, checking his pulse with a bored look in his eyes.

The girl wanted to laugh at how quickly that ‘battle’ had ended. In fact, she did laugh! How could she not? Here was Bora, big bandit leader with unquestionable power over his 14 lakey’s, beaten black and blue after a fight that had barely even lasted a minute.

Pathetic.

Lucy was almost ashamed to have put her morals over her own safety. Taking on this guy would have been a sinch, the rest would have probably run away with their tails between their legs. 

The girl released a breath, finally finished with her laughing fit. She wiped a tear from beneath her eye, grinning wide at her two saviors.

“You’ve got guts!” The cat… the blue, flying, talking cat.. Spoke. It spoke… Lucy felt her face twist in confusion.

“Thank you…?”

Mr. Cargo pants finished tying up the rest of the men and strode over to them, his arms crossed over his chest as he gave her a somewhat proud look. “Happy’s right y’know. I’ve never seen another girl in your situation stand up to their captor…” He paused before quietly adding. “Well maybe Erza but I doubt she’d get captured in the first place…”

“Happy’s?” Lucy questioned, raising her brow. “What do you mean?”

“That’s Happy.” He stated matter factly, pointing over to the flying cat- Holy Mavis, this would take some getting used to. It waved. Lucy numbly waved back.

Mr. Cargo Pants held out his hand in greeting. “And I’m Natsu!��� Oh well that’s good, he’s got a name. Mr. Cargo Pants was starting to seem a bit bland based on his earlier performance. Maybe she’d just call him Fire Freak, pyromaniac for short?

“Hey Natsu.” The girl smiled kindly, getting over her initial shock and shaking his hand. He held onto her hand for longer than necessary, his grip strong. The pink-haired traveler held her gaze, dark onyx eyes practically burning into her soul. His calloused hand gave her own one last squeeze before he let go, looking around as if nothing just happened.

“What're you doing this far out in the desert anyways?”

Lucy blinked, her brain taking a minute to compute after his strange display of… comradery? “I was… Traveling.” She admitted.

“With them?” Natsu and Happy blinked, looking back at the pile of motionless body’s. Finally the boy turned back to her, shaking his head and clicking his teeth. “Man, you need to get yourself some better travel companions.”

“N-no!” She barked. “I was kidnapped while traveling! Are you an idiot!”

“Well why didn’t you just say so?”

Lucy ground her teeth in frustration. One more word out of this man’s mouth and she’d be wanted for murder. She rolled her eyes. What a scatter brain.

“Well, thank you for saving me.” She settled with, surveying the litter of body’s decorating the wide desert floor. “Can I ask you to direct me towards the closest town?”

Natsu nodded his head, pointing in a direction. “We’re actually headed to one right now. Care to join?”

“... Sure!” Lucy agreed after a bit of hesitation. She turned around and untied her very important pouch from her precious Camel Captor. 

“Thanks for keeping these safe, I guess.” She said to it. The camel snorted out a noise of disinterest as Lucy stroked it’s neck. 

Natsu let out a snort, turning away and whistling casually as Lucy sent him a hard glare. She may have been forcefully tied to and painfully dragged across the desert by this Camel, but still, she felt a sense of comradery between them. She was going to miss him…

As Lucy turned to leave, the camel let out a large glob of spit, barely missing her head. The girl shrieked and ran to catch up to a curious Natsu.

She takes it back. That damn animal won't be missed. Not one bit.

#fairytail natsu #fairy tail #lucy fairy tail #fairy tail happy #nalu #nalufanfic #fairy tail official art #fairy tail fanfiction #lucy heartifilla #natsu dragneel #natsu x lucy #fairy tail au

[natelia-aldelliz]

"What if I fade?"

Soap lifts his head from his journal, looking up at Roach who is eerily floating near the ceiling. The slow movements almost make him look like he's in water. Kind of ironic given the way he died.

"What do you mean?" he asks, confused.

"What if I move on, what if I disappear," Roach elaborates, refusing to meet his eye. "Not everyone is a ghost, right? We'd be overly crowded. The fact that we're not also means that not every ghost stays."

Soap forces his dry throat to swallow. He honestly didn't want to think about that. He still needs Roach, he probably always will, but he hasn't even told him that he - he takes a deep breath in to calm himself.

"I don't know how it works," he admits quietly, bouncing his leg absent-mindedly. "You're probably right, like most of the time. Even if I really want you to be wrong about that."

Roach finally looks towards him.

"Maybe I should move on," Roach whispers. "It's not healthy, Johnny. You have no idea the things I want, what I wish for, that I'll never get."

Soap doesn't stand up, just keeps staring into Roach's eyes.

"I think I might have an idea, actually," he whispers back. Roach flounders for a moment. Soap really wishes he didn't get that wrong. He's pretty sure Roach meant that he can't have Ghost, and he himself can't have Roach. So... It's pretty similar.

"I've been feeling less like myself recently," Roach insists, deciding to ignore that comment for now. "I find myself wishing one of you would die so I wouldn't be alone. I never thought like that before, I fear that I may have stayed too long, that I'm starting to lose myself."

And he looks scared. It's written on his features so clearly and it breaks Soap's heart.

"You're not alone," he swears. "I'm here with you, and I'll make sure you stay you, however I can."

Roach looks at him, examining his face, looking for... something. Whatever it is, he seems to have found it because he exhales through his nose like a very soft laugh and averts his eyes, almost... blushing? It's a bit hard to tell from the distance and his left cheek being covered in burns while his right is covered in freckles, but he's pretty sure his ears are red.

"You can't look at me like that, Johnny," he says almost coyly. "I can't do anything about it, it's not fair."

Soap's face is burning and his eyes are wide. Was he too obvious? Did Roach understand or is he joking?

They probably look stupid, both of them redder than a fire truck, avoiding the other's eyes, regretting their words. Or at least he supposes that it's what's happening, because he's sure not looking up.

"If it makes you feel better," Roach finally says, sounding like he's smiling, "you were right for once : I am right most of the time. Judging by your reaction, you did indeed have no idea what I want."

#cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #gary roach sanderson #soaproach #roachghost #ghostsoap #ghostsoaproach #they're in love and stupid #more necromancer!soap and ghost!roach wooo #accidental necromancer soap and ghost roach au #i like writing the angsty parts but just imagine the happy ending from the other posts it's what i do bc i can't do no happy ending #anyway yeah that was supposedly their love confession but they're repressed military men so after that they ignored it for a few days #and then they accepted that they were actually in love and the shenanigans started again #this is the kind of love triangle that i like where all three are in love with the other two but think they're the only one like that #and then they realise that no they're just dumb and they're all in love and all ends well and they're happy ever after #roach : anyway now that we're talking about love - you're in love with my boyfriend and he's in love with you now make a move finally pls #roach : it's not that fun anymore watching you squirm; that's not the kind of squirming i want to see you do #roach : and simon will take care of that real easily so please go confess already #soap : O////O wh-what?

[atenea14]

Tokyo Love: Shinichiro x Reader

Part 1

Part 2 here

AN: Hi! This was originally written in Spanish so tell me if you thing somethings weird! I don't think I should bother to upload the Spanish version so if someone is interested please DM me.

Summary: Shin saves you from a weirdo. What will your first encounter lead you both to? Will you be rejection number 21?

Warnings: Attempted sexual assault, nothing graphic. Self indulgent work, reader's appearance is not described but her profession is (easy to ignore though). Fluff in general.

Word count: 3k+

I got off work late, after a long day of putting up with people's bad attitude, I decided to go for a little walk before I got home so I could clear my head a bit in the fresh air and the quietness of the night. However, I think something, or rather, someone is spoiling the moment for me. I turn my head slightly to look back as I continue walking and I see a man, I don't know if he's following me or I'm just paranoid so I decide to pick up my pace and change the path. Unfortunately for me the man does the same as me and even starts to walk faster to try and catch up, I think he knows I've noticed he's following me. I get quite nervous and start running without noticing which streets I'm passing and that's why I end up in a small alley. The man is still following me and I don't know what to do, I see that there is a door at the entrance of the alley where I have entered and without thinking I try to open it.

- Damn it! It can't be, it won't open. - I can't help but speak out loud as I shake the doorknob with all my might and watch in horror as the man who was following me peeks out of the alley. My vision blurs with tears. Suddenly I lose my balance and without understanding what is happening some arms grab me, I look around for a moment and realise that the door has opened, looking up I can only make out dark eyes but I can't think clearly so I just act on instinct.

-Let me go, let me go, let me go, let me go.- I start to stir and it seems that I scare the guy as he lets me go and I fall to the ground, I get up as I can and without hesitation I get into the shop while he stands at the door stunned. I look around a bit and see a lot of motorbikes. 

- Hey, come back here! - I turn around and it's the man who was chasing me, I can't help but start shaking, my vision blurs again and all I can do is run towards what seems to be the back of the store. 

- Hey, hey where do you think you're going? - I hear a new voice, I think it's the dark-eyed boy. 

- Don't touch me! What do you think you’re doing? 

- What do you mean, what am I doing? This is my shop, you can't come in. Go away before I beat you up. -

I hear a loud bang, I don't know what's going on so I decide to hide under a table. After a while I stop hearing them but I don't move from my 'hiding place'. 

- Hello? You can come out now. - It's the voice of the owner of the motorbike shop. I still don't move. 

- I mean... I don't want to hurt you and that man is already gone. - I hear as his footsteps come closer to where I am. 

-Where have you...? Hey, there you are. - He says in a very soft voice as he bends down to face me. - You don't have to worry, that man won't come near you again. You are safe. -

I stare into the boy's eyes, they are very dark but he has a kind and sincere look in his gaze so I decide it's time to get out from under the table. I try to calm my breathing to control my nerves a bit.

- I uhm... I... I'm s-sorry.- My anxiety is sky high and it's hard to speak properly, I take a deep breath and put my hands to my chest to try to regulate my nerves again. 

- Don't worry, you don't have to apologise, are you OK? That man... did he do something to you? -

- Oh, no no. I'm fine, he didn't do anything to me... thanks to you. I'm sorry for the situation I've put you in and thank you very much, really. - I see how the boy smiles at me. 

- I repeat, you have nothing to apologise for, I'm glad you're ok... What's your name? -

- Y/N. By the way, what happened? You know... while I've run away. - I bite my lip while I wait for his answer and I see how his gaze is fixed on my mouth but he seems to wake up quickly.

- Ah, that, well... that man has a broken nose now. I don't think he'll try anything weird again. I'm Shinichiro by the way. - He smiles at me again and now that I'm calmer I can see he's quite attractive.

- I, erm I should go. Thank you very much, again. - 

- Don't you want me to walk you home? I can give you a ride on my motorbike. - After everything that happened tonight I still don't feel safe, I don't want to stay here any longer, I don't feel like walking home again but I also don't feel good accepting his offer. Shinichiro notices my bewilderment. 

- I really don't want to hurt you but I wouldn't feel right if I let you walk home alone now. - Maybe I can ask him to walk with me, after all I can always run away if something happens. 

- I don't... I don't want to ride a motorbike. - I cross my arms in front of my chest and grab my sleeves to try to reassure myself as I turn my head to the side. 

- Oh, sure, no problem, we can walk, is that okay with you?- As soon as he sees me nod he smiles - Good, then give me five minutes to finish closing the shop and let's go. -  Shinichiro looks at me once we are ready to go. 

- Where are we going?- Just then I realise that I don't know where I am.

- Ahm... I don't know? -  Shinichiro looks at me with a surprised look. - I just don't know where we are, I started running but I didn't notice where I was going. - I smile a little bit out of embarrassment and Shinichiro smiles back at me.

- It's understandable, don't worry. - 

The rest of the way to my house is quiet, we walk side by side in silence and I'm glad I asked him to accompany me, his presence is comforting. 

- Don't you like motorbikes? - I'm startled to hear his voice so suddenly. -Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. - 

- No, it's not that... I think I'm still a little shaken up from earlier. It's not your fault. And I don't really have any formal opinions about motorbikes. I've never been on one. - That last bit sounds like an incredible confession to him as he looks at me rather surprised.

- Really? Well, they're great, mine is a model…- Suddenly Shinichiro starts blabbering about motorbikes and I realise something, he's nervous, it's very cute and I can't help but laugh. - What's wrong, did I say something funny? - He looks at me confused. 

- No, it's just that... You're not used to talking to girls, are you? - I stare at him and see how he blushes up to his ears. 

- It's not that, well yes, but it's just that... I didn't want you to be uncomfortable while we were walking but I didn't know what to talk about and I think... I just made the situation more awkward. - I smile widely, my first smile of fun tonight.

- Calm down, calm down, you'll end up with smoke coming out of your ears if you get any redder. - Shinichiro stops and covers his face with one hand and looks away. - "It's okay, you didn't make me uncomfortable, and I wasn't really uncomfortable walking in silence with you either. 

- Really? You don't have to be nice, it's my fault for starting to talk about something that doesn't interest you. - 

- Don't worry, I'm being sincere and we've already arrived. Thank you very much for everything. -

- Oh well, it's nothing. Have a good rest. -

I enter the house and I can't help but get my heart racing a little at the thought of Shinichiro even though the way we said goodbye was a little awkward and sudden but I'm tired and I've had a long day so I go straight to bed.

Shin POV:

After arriving late for the get-together with my friends, I had to explain to them what had just happened to me so that they wouldn't reproach me for the time I had kept them waiting.

- And you just let her leave? Just like that? Man, it was a perfect opportunity. - Wakasa and Takeomi start poking me for not asking Y/N for her number. 

- It wasn't a perfect opportunity, she was pretty scared. You didn't see her but if you were me you wouldn't have asked her either. Yes she's pretty and yes I'd like to have her number but I would have only taken advantage of her in that situation. - Both Waka and Takeomi stare at me and sigh. 

- So... Does this count as rejection number 21? - If looks could kill Wakasa would be dead.

- I'd say yes. - And Takeomi too.

- Takeomi! Don't support Wakasa! Obviously it doesn't count as a rejection because I didn't ask her out. - I love them but they're unbearable when they want to be. 

I'm so tired and to top it off, my friends keep insisting that I bring something to Shinichiro as a thank you for what happened a week ago. I'm incredibly frustrated because I've been stuck on my theory all week. Why the hell did I choose to be a physicist? Ah yes, I'm a masochist. Luckily today I have nothing else to do at college so I can just sit at home all afternoon with the kitty. 

- Y/N! You're going home already aren't you? - I don't need to look to know it's Rio, my best friend at work even though I don't feel like dealing with her endless excess of energy right now. - Hey heeeey, don't ignore me, here this is for you, well not for you it's for you to give it to that boy. - I turn around confused and I see her handing me a bag full of homemade biscuits.

- I'm not going to take them to him. -

- Come on, don't be like that, it would be a nice gift for your saviour. -

-It would be nice if I had made them but that's not going to happen, besides I want to go home with my cat. -

- At this rate you're going to end up wrinkled and alone. -

- I don't see the problem, my dream in this life is to be a crazy cat lady. - Rio laughs.

- You're so funny Y/N.- I meant it but I think it's better not to clear up the confusion. Oh no, I don't like the way Rio is looking at me. - Look I don't care what you think, you'll go and bring him the biscuits and it will be a nice touch because you won't tell him that you didn't make them. You need to learn to socialize with more people. - I look at her mockingly as I raise an eyebrow. 

- Yeah, but your big plan has a small flaw, you have no way of forcing me to do anything. -  She smiles, a triumphant smile to my surprise. 

- Are you sure? And who's going to keep covering for you on your mini-breaks from work? -

- Don't play with that, woman. -

- So go see the boy, you know where he works don't you? Well, today is the perfect day. It would be a super nice story if you two started dating. -

- Yes, beautiful, starting with the key element of every love story, a wannabe psycho chasing the girl. - Even though I'm complaining I grab the biscuits because I know she won't leave me alone until I go see him.

- Good afternoon, how can I help you? -  Shinichiro speaks without even looking at who has come through the door, he seems quite overwhelmed as he keeps his eyes on his computer and looks at it as if he wants to hit it with a bat. Looks like I'm not the only one who got stressed out at work today.

- Hi, I didn't come to buy anything, just came by to say hello. - Shinichiro turns his head so fast when he hears me that I'm surprised he didn't hurt himself. 

- Y/N, Hi! I didn't expect to see you here. How are you? - He smiles and comes closer to me. 

- Good...- I should give him the biscuits but I'm dying of embarrassment. 

- Good. - We just stare at each other without doing anything, maybe this moment is worse than giving him the biscuits.

- Uhm I... I was just stopping by to give you this as a thank you. You know, for the other night…- I hand him the biscuits looking away because I can't handle the embarrassment. Shinichiro takes them without saying anything and when I look at him I see that he is once again blushing up to his ears.

- Thank you even though you didn't have to. - I really want to tell him that I didn't make them but maybe it's not the best way to change the subject.

- Yeah, and any problems with the computer? You were looking at it as if it had killed your pet. - Shinichiro snorts as he looks at the computer.

- You can bet on it. Lately the program I use keeps crashing and I can't update the orders or the inventory. -

- Did you touch something in the software? Or did it just start crashing? - 

- I haven't touched it at all, I've had it for years and it was fine until this week. -

- How many years? -

- A couple of years, since I opened the shop. -

- Do you mind if I take a look at it? -

- No sure, you may. Are you a programmer? -

- No, I'm a physicist and for your information, we physicists program like shit but we know the basics. - It seems that my comment made him laugh, although it's only the truth.

I'm on the computer for a while and luckily I manage to fix the problem. 

- You're amazing! It's working, what was wrong with it? - 

- Well, you didn't delete anything, you literally had the computer on the verge of overclocking. Maybe you should consider making backups on some device and delete the old files, otherwise it will explode because it won't have enough memory to work, anyway I've partitioned the hard disk, that will prevent it from dying for now because it reserves part of its resources to work, the bad thing is that you lose some useful memory. - Shinichiro just nods.

- Are you sure you only know the minimum? -

- Yes yes, if you knew the dramas I have with computers too, you'd believe it. - He smiles at me. 

- I'll keep your advice in mind, thanks. Would you like to go for a coffee or something sometime? You know... as a thank you for fixing my computer? -

- Oh, you can take the computer thing as a thank you for the other day. - Shinichiro stares at me. 

- Didn't you make me biscuits for that? Then the computer thing is separate... - I can't take it any more with the biscuits issue, it's not my style.

- Yes the biscuits... I didn't make them myself. - Shin looks at me confused. 

- Did you buy them? - Well, I've already said it, so I may as well tell him everything.

To my surprise Shinichiro just smiles. 

- Well, anyway, I'm glad you came and not just for the help. It's good to see you. And I'm actually looking forward to meeting you sometime, if you’d like to. - Maybe trying to socialize more genuinely isn't such a bad idea. After all, what could go wrong?

- Yes, that's fine with me. Give me your mobile and I'll save my number for you. -

- I have it in the back, I'll be right back. - While I'm waiting for him to come back I stop to take a good look at the motorbike shop, there are a lot of different models. When I turn around again I am surprised to find a little boy, I don't know when he came in. 

- What are you doing at the back of the counter? - The boy looks a bit like Shinichiro, they have the same eyes. Are they related?

- I was fixing the computer. -The boy looks at me with questioning eyes but Shin interrupts him before he can answer me anything. 

- Manjiro, what are you doing here? - 

- Shin-nii Who is she? - Straight to the point and ignoring what he is told, the boy goes his own way. 

- This... well, she's... a friend? -  The boy looks at him in confusion.

- You're asking me? - Manjiro looks even more confused. The interaction between the two boys amuses me.

- I'm Y/N, Shinichiro's friend. -

- I didn't know my brother could talk to girls. - I burst out laughing. 

- Manjiro! What are you doing here? -

- Oh, I've broken a light on my CB250T. - 

- Really? Again? - 

- I had to show Kei-chan that I care!- 

-What? - I let out a small laugh, diverting the attention of the two boys towards me. 

- Sorry, I think I'm leaving now. - Shinichiro opens his eyes and before I can move he holds out his mobile phone.

- I forgot. - I take his mobile phone, write down my number quickly and give it back to him. 

- See you Shin-kun. My pleasure Manjiro-chan. - I smile at the two guys before leaving the shop.

Sano’s House

- No way! Are you serious Shin-nii? - Emma is very excited about the news that her big brother has a girlfriend. 

- It's not true, Mikey, stop making stuff up. She's not my girlfriend, she's just a friend, so stop dreaming. -  

- Eeeh, that's bad Shin-nii. That's boring. - Emma pouts. 

- Let me know the day you're going to meet. - Shinichiro looks at Izana strangely. 

- And why should I do that, Izana? -

- Because you have zero taste in fashion and you need a stylist. - Shinichiro puts a hand to his face as he sighs. 

- Damn you brats, leave me alone with it. She's a friend, full stop. - 

Part 2 coming soon

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[starshipsofstarlord]

Hunter Hookup

Sam and Dean have been on the search for their father ever since he disappeared on a hunt for the yellow eyed demon, and it appears that they are not the only ones looking for him. Dean wants answers, but he gets much more than he bargained for (2.5k)

Warnings - smut MDNI, unprotected sex, fingering, fluff, slight angst, mentions of killing, choking, alcohol consumption

dean winchester main masterlist more supernatural

The Winchesters, there were many things that could be said about them, good and bad. However right now you didn't want to speak about them, not as you downed another glass of whiskey, ignoring the man beside you of whom was persistently trying to get in your pants. Let's just say that wasn't happening, he had no chance, he was some drunk that was no doubt frequently sat in the very stool of the bar that you were occupying right now. He'd be easy prey to any monster, it was quite a shame that you had just killed the werewolf that had been lurking around this specific town.

The slam of the double doors of the entrance slammed open, whisking your attention to the two lean men that strode in, a smirk took point on your face, they certainly didn't look very happy, and you couldn't blame them, surely there had been no monster for them to find as you had already taken it out. "You boys look like you could use a drink." You stated as they prowled closer to you, displeasure written across their faces. "Maybe you should go and buy yourselves one, I'm sure you just came back from a long and gruelling hunt."

Dean disgustedly rolled his eyes at you, clearly not being fast on forgiving you for selfishly saving the lives of the population nearby. "You're hilarious, you know a heads up woulda been nice that you had caught up to it. Instead of letting us run around like headless chickens searching for it and looking like mad men for continuing to work on an already closed investigation." He sat on the stool beside you, hollering the bar tender to bring him a glass of something strong that would no doubt sizzle down the pain in the ass that you were giving him with your presence.

"But it's so fun to watch you two make fools out of yourselves, really puts a new filter on a hunters perspective of the infamous Winchester brothers. I'm sure your pops would be proud wherever he is." Dean growled at you as you stood, slinging your bag over the shoulder of the tattered jacket that you were wearing, though Sam stopped you from leaving as you planned to, caging you in by the bar. A presumptuous squint troubled his eyes as he daringly stared you down, no doubt by the mention of their missing father.

"What do you know y/n?" This was no time for your games nor your teasing, this was a serious matter, and he wouldn't have you poke fun about it. He had left everything behind to search for the one thing he had abandoned when he built his new life up; he owed his last living parent this much, even if he had burdened him with the cruel lifestyle of killing things and following in the steps of the family business that kept all humans constantly in danger, just so that the yellow eyed demon that had killed his and Dean's mother would pay for his monstrous crime.

"I know how to kill a werewolf quicker than the two of you assholes put together, and much... much more. In regards to your father Sammy, more than you again. You see, he put me up to the task of finding him if he ever went missing, so how about you drop back into school and let me abide by the task that John gave me." With yours shoulder you butted past him, though as your silhouette fled, Dean's head had perked up, surprised by the nonsense that had spewed from your lips. It was undefinable if he believed you yet, but it was a clue closer than they were.

"Take my beer." Dean said to his brother as he patted him on the shoulder, streaking past and chasing after you. He knew where his loyalties laid and that was with his father, and if you had more to know then he'd damn well get beneath your skin until you revealed all that you had discovered to him. You wouldn't joke in regards to their father's disappearance, Dean knew your reputation and sure you were a pain in the ass when you bumped into each other, but in concerns of his father he was aware that you had the utmost respect for John, his name was practically royalty in the hunting community.

But that was not why you respected the man, no, it was due to him all those years back saving that orphanage from a hungry ghoul from which you emerged out into the world and began to follow in the same saviour footsteps. He had saved your life and now it was your intention to pay that debt by trying to do the same, your life had been a struggle but it was more of one as a heavy hand repeatedly slammed against your door. It was not hard to conclude who was the proceeder of the disruptive sound, and so you sighed, well aware that it would be near on impossible to shoo the son of the man that the mystery surrounded away.

The chore of opening the door to speak to him was a short one as he barged right into the room that you had paid to reside in for a few days, walking to stand in the middle as you defeatedly closed the door and crossed your arms as you stalked behind him. "What is all this?" Dean's voice strained from shock as he noticed your pin board filled with all sorts of excerpts from papers that had been torn from their original founder and scrawling of mindless of words. "Progress." You said, noticing him running his eye over each sentence on the wall. And it was, a work in one that you still had yet to crack, you simply hoped that Dean wasn't memorising each piece on that board, otherwise the route that it set would get him into trouble.

"Your dad wouldn't want you to chase after him Dean, that's why he set me as a precaution if he didn't come back. And my job would be a lot quicker if you wouldn't start playing with my thumbtacks." You slapped his hand away from the board, unamused by his childish habit to touch everything. He frowned at you, twisting the hand that you had scolded him with in his grip, pushing you back with easy force so that your back was against the wall and he was staring down at you. His forest green eyes were searching for any silent clue that your expression could give him but his forage to do so came up empty, and so he chose to brashly speak to you again.

"Don't lie to me y/n, you're as stumped on his whereabouts as me and Sammy are." Dean suspected aloud, watching as your head coyly cocked to the side. He wasn't wrong but you weren't about to let him know that, otherwise that would give him the upper hand for the first time in all the years you had been acquainted. His neck craned down so that his face was that bit closer to yours and you smirked up at him, even though deep down you felt sorry for the man and his younger sibling, not only for the fact that their father was missing but that the man that was supposed to protect them had dragged them into this life. This cruel and long road that gave no escape except that of a long and excruciating death, which would would end up with the person being sent to the coiling trap of hell.

"Maybe you haven't been searching hard enough Winchester. Who was it that your father had been searching for all along, the demon that had started this entanglement of hunting for him? It's not that difficult to piece the story together Dean, and I'm not sure what I am going to find, hence why he had me be the one to uncover where he is. I understand how frustrating this must be for you, I really do, but I don't know what I'm going to find, so if you want to release all of that stress you're feeling go out and hunt some monsters, just like you've been trained to do." You attempted to push Dean back by the chest with your one free hand, however that didn't suffice enough as an escape, you could have tried harder however Dean only brought his body closer against yours.

"I've got something else in mind y/n/n, and I think you'll like what I'm thinking..." in response you huffed, only for him to trace his rough and scarred fingertips across your collarbones, sketching along your skin until he choked a delicate hold around your fragile dove like neck. A sonically pleasing whimper dribbled out from your blushing lips causing a smirk to balance out across Dean's sultry face; he had achieved dominance against you within your own rented confinement. He had initially thought it would be of more difficulty to make you fold from his touch, but alas he was happily surprised you willingly coiled beneath his shadow like a good little girl.

"Oh yeah? I wasn't aware you had the ability to think Winchester, you've always been a little slow with your thoughts." Perhaps he had thought that you were going to be obedient too soon, as it seemed you were biting back and tantalising and truthfully he preferred this side of you. It was very on brand for your character, and the clash of your contrasting domineering would only bring more fun to this enclosed interaction. Dean pressed down with his skilful fingers on your throat, cutting your supply of oxygen off at its point of air travel. You rather liked how he had a grip on you, it was long overdue to have fallen into the hands of the infamous Dean Winchester, to be another woman in his bed.

Except to him you were different, you had more than one thing that he wanted. Answers was the primary thing that he wanted, however in the moment the answers to what seemed to have slipped from his mind as he helped you shoulder off the stained blouse that you had trekked after your earlier hunt in. Beneath the material it was an expanse of soft skin that felt like heaven underneath his fingertips, he wanted to trace every scar that adorned your tired flesh, he wanted to kiss every stretch mark in sight.

And he got prepared to do just that by aiding you in climbing out of your clothes as you assisted him with his own, until you were both naked in your own forms, hungrily moulding your lips together like malleable greek statues. He was above you, panting into your mouth as he stretched your walls out with his fingers, it began with one digit slipping past your folds, and then two, until finally there were three fully sheathed inside of you. He worked them at an impatient pace, he couldn't wait to stuff you with his cock and have you clawing like an animal at his bare back.

When he removed his fingers he placed them in his mouth and hummed at the taste. "You taste like the sweetest cherry pie I've ever eaten." His lips slithered along your neck as he rutted his lower half against your own, coating his cock in your flowing wetness, groaning at the friction. A small whimper surpassed your lips until something passed within you; you weren't going to submit to him, no matter how much your body begged for you to. He would hold it against you until your breaths were up and you were burned on a ceremonial pyre.

"Well we don't have time for you to eat anything Winchester, there's a hunt ongoing and I'd much rather get back to that." You retorted at the infamous executioner of monsters, taking him by surprise as you hooked your leg around his own and flipped him over so that he was laying on his back, and you were seated atop of him. "I'm sure Sammy is wondering where his big brother is, maybe we should just stop here..." you teased him, smirking as his green eyes only grew significantly darker.

"It's a bit late for that baby girl, considering your already sat naked, it would be such a shame to waste this situation. God knows I've been waiting to fuck you from the first time I laid my eyes on your pretty little frame." His hands rested on your hips, helping you line yourself up with his cock, the back of his head sinking into the pillows beneath when your pussy engulfed his length. "Fuuuuuccckkkk." Dean moaned, his mouth falling open as you sank down on him until you were filled with his thick cock.

"For the first time I'd say your weight Dean, it would have been a shame not have you inside of me." You gasped lightly, adjusting for a moment until you began to ride him, hands placed firmly on his chest to support your movements. It felt amazing to be in control of a man that was so well known for having any woman at his mercy, your neck lowered once more as you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, before entangling your tongues in an ever losing battle.

You kept moving, and kept moving until a feeling of euphoria grew within your abdomen. Your vision became momentarily blurry as you spoke the hunter's name again and again, coming close to the edge, and you fell over it when Dean finally moved one of his hands, and began to rub at your clit, causing your orgasm to rattle your entire body. He too was close and that spurred him enough to take matters into his own hands as you lulled in your orgasmic bliss, throwing his hips up as he fucked you from underneath, until he was done and emptied his seed within your walls.

He panted, with you laying atop of him and your head upon his chest softly listening to his heartbeat, his slowly softening cock still inside of you. It was a surreal moment, you both knew that your bodies would one day ignite in a dance of passion and pent up frustration, and it had all been worth it. "I hope you find your dad Dean. I'm not going to stop looking but I know you aren't either, and it's not my place to get in the way of that. I... I hope our paths cross again soon."

You whispered sleepily and dazed as you stared away from his face, still using his chest as a cushion. Everything inside of you taunted your mind for letting any inkling of feelings slip through your lips, however it was all soothed when Dean stroked his fingers through your hair, coaxing you into an even more tired and relaxed state. "Oh, I'll definitely be seeing you soon sweetheart. How does the morning sound?" He enquired, hoping to continue the hunt for his father together.

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[steddieas-shegoes]

I love your writing so much🥰 so I just had to try and send a request. Hope it's not too boring😅

The kids accidentally find Steve/Eddie's diary and starts reading it. He mentions no name, but it's made clear by the spicy entries in the diary, that he is dating someone. Maybe a polaroid of the sleeping boyfriend falls out, when they go to put the diary back🫣 bonus points if they get caught by one/both of the boys🤭

Acceptance/happy endings are never wrong❤️

Thank you so much!!! This one was fun! I switched the order of events, but same things happened and I think this makes it pretty entertaining. I didn't include all of the kids in this because it would be SO long I think. I am not good at keeping track of that many people at once anyways 🙃 But I hope you love this! - Mickala ❤️

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“He said the cash was right here,” Dustin said as he shuffled some papers off of Steve’s cluttered desk.

“Why didn’t he just give us what he has in his wallet?” Lucas asked from behind him.

“How the hell should I know? He said this was specifically for us to use at the arcade.”

Steve sent them up here to get the cash, but it wasn’t here, and Dustin wasn’t always polite, but he wasn’t a snoop.

Neither was Lucas.

So when Dustin moved a stack of papers to the side and saw what was clearly a journal, he ignored it at first. It was either blank and not worth looking in or had Steve’s secrets in it, and he couldn’t betray Steve’s trust like that just because he was curious all the time.

He picked it up to check under it for the cash and a piece of paper fell out. No, not a piece of paper. It was a Polaroid.

It landed face down on the desk.

He shouldn’t look.

It could be private. It was in a journal, after all.

But he didn’t think Steve kept anything from him.

“What are you doing?” Lucas asked, moving in closer to look over Dustin’s shoulder.

“This fell out of Steve’s journal,” Dustin pointed down at the picture.

“Maybe it’s just a picture of him and Robin.”

“Maybe it’s a secret girlfriend! He’s been acting a little weird lately. Saying he’s got plans but not with Robin or us. He doesn’t have other friends, so who else could it be?”

Lucas shrugged and took the picture from Dustin.

He flipped it over and they both stared down at it.

It was someone asleep in Steve’s bed. They had long, curly hair, kind of like Eddie’s. Their face wasn’t visible, but some of their back was.

They had a scar on their shoulder that looked like it wrapped around their arm.

Kind of like…

“Is that Eddie?”

It couldn’t be. Steve wouldn’t have a picture of Eddie asleep in his bed to begin with, let alone hidden in a journal.

Would he?

Dustin immediately opened the journal to the first page to find out for sure. It would probably explain it on the first page, right? That’s most likely where the picture was.

But he skimmed the first page and never saw any names or the mention of a girlfriend.

Nothing on the second or third pages either.

But the fourth page had a bunch of doodles of hearts with the initials S.H. and E.M.

Steve and…who?

Those were Eddie’s initials, but there was no way it was him.

Dustin turned the page.

“Oh my god.”

Lucas pulled the journal away so he could read.

“Oh my god.”

Whoever this was, Steve was in love with them. Like, probably get married and have babies in love.

Dustin and Lucas shared a look before Lucas turned the page.

He read for a few seconds then snapped the journal shut, embarrassment written all over his face.

“What is it?” Dustin asked, reaching for the journal.

“Nothing we should see,” Lucas said with a shaking voice.

Dustin didn’t live life by not knowing.

He grabbed the book from Lucas and quickly turned to the page they left off on.

His hands. God, his hands could do anything to me and I’d thank him.

Dustin snapped the book shut, cheeks red as he realized a lot of things at once.

Steve had a boyfriend.

Steve’s boyfriend was in the picture they saw.

Steve’s boyfriend was probably Eddie.

“Did you find it?”

Both boys jumped. Dustin dropped the journal on the desk, flinching at the loud smacking noise it made.

He glanced at Lucas, who was visibly panicking.

“Nope! No cash here, man,” Dustin said, standing from the chair and guiding Lucas away from the desk.

“What? But I left it right there.”

Steve came over to the desk, looking down with a frown.

The frown grew when he saw the Polaroid out on the desk.

He looked over at where the journal sat, the line between his brows furrowing further.

“We didn’t mean to! The picture fell out and we just wanted to know who it was!”

Lucas wasn’t good in these types of situations, that had always been clear, but Dustin couldn’t believe the way he’d given away what they’d done so quickly.

“You guys read my journal?”

“Not all of it! Just the first few pages.”

“Shut up Lucas! God, you’re so bad at this.”

Steve glared at Dustin.

“At least he’s being honest.”

That hurt, but he knew Steve was probably panicking. Especially if he was right and he had a boyfriend.

“Steve, we really didn’t mean to find the picture and journal. Sorry we looked. But you know you can tell us anything. Especially if you’re happy with someone,” Dustin said quietly.

He’d never been so ashamed of being curious. His mom always said there’s a difference between being curious and being nosy and this went way past that line.

Suddenly, Eddie was in the doorway.

“Everything okay? You boys ready to go?”

Fuck. It was him in the picture. It was impossible not to see it when he was in front of them.

Steve and Eddie were dating. They were in love.

“Steve? You okay?” Eddie asked as he moved into the room, stopping next to Steve who was still looking down at the journal in his hands.

“They read some of it.”

Eddie’s brows furrowed in confusion before his eyes landed on the Polaroid on the desk.

He looked at Dustin, then Lucas, then Steve, who now looked like he was two seconds from crying.

He turned to Steve and placed a hand on his cheek, ignoring that Dustin and Lucas were even in the room.

“Did they say something, sweetheart? You want me to take them home and come back? What do you need?”

Steve sighed.

“No. Take them to the arcade. They probably got an eye full and hopefully learned their lesson.”

“Oh? What did you write about me?”

“Nothing you haven’t heard me say,” Steve said with a smirk and smacked his chest. “I’ll see you later though?”

“‘Course you will, Stevie.”

Eddie turned to Dustin and Lucas with a glare.

“You’re lucky Steve’s nice. I’m not as forgiving and you have 2 minutes to get in the van or I’m making you walk.”

“Wait!” Lucas said a bit too loudly for the close quarters.

“What?” Steve asked, placing the Polaroid back in the journal.

“We are sorry. But why did you keep it from us? How long have you been together?”

Steve and Eddie shared a look that Dustin couldn’t quite read. They seemed to be having a silent conversation. Creepy.

“Since Steve stayed with me at the hospital,” Eddie sighed. “It can be dangerous for people like us, even with people who may love us, especially then. We didn’t wanna tell you guys until we were both ready and sure you’d all take it well.”

“Are you kidding? My two favorite people are dating! Why wouldn’t we take it well?”

Steve smiled sadly, but just looked down at his feet.

“Because sometimes people you think will be on your side aren’t, okay?” Eddie said as he wrapped his arm around Steve’s waist. “And we’d really like you two not to tell anyone else until we’re ready to.”

“But everyone will be happy!”

“Dustin. Please.”

Dustin sighed, but accepted that this wasn’t up to him. If they wanted to wait, he could wait.

“Okay. Promise we won’t tell.”

Lucas nodded in agreement.

Eddie pulled away from Steve and pulled Dustin and Lucas into side hugs.

“Thanks. And in the future, don’t open journals that don’t belong to you so you don’t have to hear about Steve’s obsession with my hands.”

“How did you know that’s what we read? Or that it was in there?”

“Because I’m the one who helps him write when he has a migraine,” Eddie said with a smirk.

Dustin and Lucas were so shocked, they barely registered Eddie starting a countdown for them to get in the van until he was already at 15.

When they left the room, Eddie turned to Steve. He kissed his lips gently, smiling into it when he felt Steve’s hands on his hips.

“Hold that thought for later for me.”

Eddie tapped Steve’s ass and walked out of the room, smiling to himself the whole way to the van.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #somewhat forced coming out #but so much love and acceptance #kids being snoops #scoops troop? more like SNOOPS TROOP #requests

[nrilliree]

https://www.tumblr.com/princessyuue/746324718985035776/you-know-what-pissed-me-offeveryone-saying-that?source=share

There's no denying that the Green stans live in a parallel universe. Rhaenyra did not propose marriage to Helaena to make her son more legitimate, but simply out of a desire to make peace with Alicent.

Secondly, Rhaenyra did not want the attention to be on her during Aegon II's birthday, or for people to care about her particularly at that time. She simply feared that people would be wanted Aegon II in his place on the throne. Not to mention that Viserys was putting pressure on her to find a husband. And what do we see in this episode ? Suitors who clearly piss off Rhaenyra and look disgusting, and that there are really people wanting his brother in his place on the throne, that Viserys changes heirs and is already plotting for that. (Also, there was a cut scene of Rhaenyra trying to teach her little brother how to say his name, so she was being nice to him, but obviously the writers needed to remove that...)

Oh and yes, what a shame that Rhaenyra wants Viserys to question Aemond more harshly to find out where he got the accusation of bastardy on his children, an accusation so serious that it would risk the DEATH of his Velaryon boys. How dare a mother put her children first ?!

The people on team greens really love transforming what happens in this series to prove themselves right, specifically about the character of Rhaenyra. That's crazy. And it will always come back to the fact that she had children out of wedlock (while ignoring why she had them in the canon of the show) at one point or another. They are so predictable.

Some anonymous had previously sent me part of this post without adding that it was part of the post, so I deleted the reply to avoid mess again, but I'll say the same thing again:

Does anyone really expect Rhaenyra to be happy at Aegon's birthday when she heard chants of "Aegon the Second of His Name" everywhere? Aegon was not the second Aegon in the family, not even the second since the Conquest, but the fourth. So there was no room for stupid explanations. This was a title reserved for a king, so the people made it clear that they expected Rhaenhra to be replaced. And she, cruel, was mad! How could she!

It is also obvious to me why Rhaenyra mentioned "torture" - because she knew well where Aemond heard it from and wanted Alicent to confess under pressure. No one would torture anyone (that's Viserys 🙄). But Alicent didn't confess even when her son faced potential torture, because she preferred to shout that Rhaenyra was evil rather than face consequences for her actions. And the children had to defend her.

Not entirely related to the post:

People like to prove that Rhaenyra is evil and mad. They do not take into account why her rule was the way it was, because "the loss of her children does not justify her" and she should be fully mentally stable. I wonder if this doesn't justify Helaena's behavior as well? After all, how could she break down instead of fighting? Rhaenyra lost five children (she didn't know Viserys was alive) in a short period of time. Of course it affected her! She was mentally broken, deprived of any funds in the treasury, and made bad decisions. She was not a good queen. But she could be if she was given the chance to rule as she deserved.

And people still sometimes add rumors (about throwing a party) and nonsense written by Mushroom (about the rape of Alicent and Helana) to show how bad she is 🙄

#house of the dragon #team black #anti team green #rhaenyra targaryen #anti alicent hightower #anti team green stans #anti alicent stans

[beevean]

I think I can finally pinpoint what bothers me so much about the Lenector ship - not even how it was treated in the show, but the very idea of making it "nuanced".

Long story short, I found an author that promised to flesh out the Lenector storyline in the show, including getting a better insight into Lenore's thought process and rewriting some of the dialogue (I appreciated that they fixed the "interrogation" in S3 to make Hector specify that he never cared about a reward, it made him look less stupid)

Author never rewrote the rape scene, which disappointed me but oh well, but they did write Hector and Lenore finally talking about the ring, a discussion sorely missing in S4. It was more or less what I would have written: Lenore swearing that she had no choice and it was for his own good and protection, and Hector lamenting that she still tricked him and made him into a pet and she could have been honest because he would have agreed to work with them.

... but he's still in love with her. He kisses her gladly. And his "conflict", his anger at the betrayal, is framed as something in the way of his love, an obstacle that he'd have to get over it.

And there it is.

Even with the acknowledgement that what Lenore did was horrible, there is the assumption that Hector, after a good talk, is bound to forgive her. That it still makes sense that he'd be attracted to her. That it's okay, because she meant well. That it's okay, because she didn't technically lie, only twisted the truth to wear down his mental defenses (already worn down by imprisonment and abuse)! Oh, I guess I must have dreamed Lenore saying that she wanted to run away with him before kissing him :) to be fair, it was a terrible piece of writing. Good thing it wasn't real, apparently!

Yes, Hector's forgiveness should have taken time, but it should have happened. Because Lenore is not a bad person and they deserved to be together. Because what she did, which was deliberately push her prisoner in a delicate mental state into having sex with her so that she'd put an enslaving ring without his consent, was just an honest mistake and doesn't speak at all of her morality.

She's the best he got. She's nice to him, because she makes cute dick jokes and goes to whine to him. She's better than Dracula, who lied to him (Lenore never did), and better than Carmilla, who was violent with him (Lenore never was). This is not to be taken as a sign of how horribly this man has been treated in life, and how he'd be happy with the smallest of crumbs because he has been broken that badly. Lenore is the happiness he deserves. Ignore how "your life could be worse" is literal textbook abuser logic, it's true in his case.

The problem with S4 is not that it excused Lenore's rape by deception. It's that it rushed the forgiveness that was due and didn't allow them to be together. Lenore's suicide was Ellis hating this character that completely overtook Carmilla's already established role and was treated far more magnanimously than the similar Japanese not-twins, clearly!

And this is the impasse I cannot get over. Every time, every damn time, even when fans agree that S4 was a disaster, all arguments funnel to this one part: Lenore raping Hector for her plans is not a moral event horizon. Hector loving her makes perfect sense and it is a tragic, "nuanced" romance that should have ended with the two kissing in the sunset, finally having in their arms someone who truly respects them.

^ the face of someone who only wanted to protect and take care of the prisoner whom she tricked into sex. She should have been happy with him forever and ever, really 🥺

I'm not judging the shippers' morality, obviously, I don't know any of these people. But the arguments they use make me sick to my stomach, which is made even worse by the fact that the show itself pushes this narrative, just in a way that was so shitty that even the fans were like "bruh".

I won't bother rewriting this trash, because I can do better with the gameverse. But if I ever did, I'd only ask for Hector to at least be conflicted until her sunning (which is not as nonsensical as fans seem to think lol, it just needs to be worded better). Like he recognizes that she did improve his life, but she used unforgivable means for no good reason. You want a tragic romance between two kindred souls? Remove that despicable, cruel act. The Lenore of S3 and the Lenore of S4 are irreconcilable and trying to do so always degenerates in rape apologism whether you mean it or not.

#anti netflixvania #tw rape #the fics were good too #that's what tricked me #i appreciate the love that the author put into both characters #even recontextualizing the infamous beating down scene #but since the fics were tagged as “emotional abuse” i was expecting... well. emotional abuse #“oh she's so nuanced!” no she's three characters stitched into one that is not complexity that is shitty writing

[gregoftom]

So I totally agree with all the stuff about how its frustrating that fans seem to be adamant that Greg has like no skills or ability at all? Bc that is first of all just plainly untrue—he is just really awkward, a bit naive, and has some trouble communicating orally (of course I have my own thoughts on how people perceive or treat nd/autistic people)

But I think a lot of people struggle to recognize how difficult a lot of the things Greg accomplishes on the show are. Every big move he makes takes significant analysis and understanding of people and Greg is often doing it on the fly lolol AND he is new to this life!! One/two years is not going to get you acclimated in every aspect of business and Greg is following along as well as people who have been in the game for years or even decades. Plus even though Greg’s speaking style is…unique where he used a lot of big words/prose like speech, it is never in a way that makes it seem like he is using big words to sound smarter or anything? He clearly has a expanded and complex vocabulary, he just has some issues with the delivery of his speech.

Also it is plainly written in the show that Greg assists or has assisted Tom with a good chunk of his job. He has probably dealt with so many fires and difficult personalities just so Tom doesn’t have to.

Tbh I would love to see Tom find out about all the random shit that has happened at ATN/Waystar that he has no idea about bc Greg just dealt with it for him. Greg probably has long-ass email chains BEEFING with other Waystar employees because of all of the shit he has to take care of

I AM HUGGING AND KISSING THIS ASK WITH ALL MY STRENGTH BC YOUUUUU GET IT. people do do that and i think that unfortunately a lot of the time it's just like. character hate with no basis nor any kind of attempt to try and understand him which is like. it's all very well and good to have a dislike for a character or not want to bother with them but you also can't like. ignore. things about them lol? and then some things staaart to sound a little :/ it's better to just not talk about the character at all, at least imo.

but yeah he is not stupid he's just. yeah everything you said and exactly, he assisted tom in a lot of ways and even like. took care of really responsibly aspects of it and learned and absorbed very fucking quickly if we are to believe the timeline of the damn ass show which is like. 1-2 years or whatever the fuck but regardless it was way fast so that alone should be applauded and taken into account.

YEAH on god i'm so pressed that tom didn't know about like. half the shit that greg did for him. i'm glad at least in america decides he sees greg taking some fucken report or whatever from billy???? or whoever tf and did a lil smile tee hee but yeah he should've seen WAY more of what he did. BEEFING WITH OTHER WAYSTAR EMPLOYEES ALSKAS:A EMAIL CHAINS I'M CRYING please god someone write thissss into a fic or Something ohnfkm,fs,dflremgr

[bi-bard]

You’re Lying, Summer Child - Hannibal Lecter Imagine (Hannibal)

Title: You’re Lying, Summer Child

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter X Reader

Based On: Summer Child

Word Count: 870 words

Warning(s): mentions of past trauma

Summary: Hannibal investigates the true source of why the usually cheery (Y/n) is that way. Nothing is exactly how it seems.

Author's Note: I had to rewrite this whole thing because my dog stepped on my keyboard and somehow deleted the whole thing the first time and I couldn't get it back.

Written in the third person

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Hannibal should've felt guilty.

Truly, he should've.

The idea of shattering someone's perception of themself and the world around them should cause some level of guilt. Because the world isn't black and white. You can think making someone confront their pain is the right choice but getting them to do that can cause pain. The idea of causing that pain should make someone hesitate.

Not for Hannibal.

Hannibal didn't tend to think about things like that. Curiosity commonly takes the place of what would be defined as right.

(Y/n) had always been the kind to take care of everyone around them. Kind, helpful, forgiving. Almost any kind word could be used to describe them. And (Y/n) would live up to that reputation with a smile on their face.

Nothing caught Hannibal's attention quite like that idea. The smile. Permanent smile. He didn't believe it. Something was there. Hidden just behind the eyes.

"Hannibal?"

He looked up from his desk when a voice filled the office. He turned to face (Y/n), whose head was just peeking through the doorway.

"Sorry," they said.

"No need," Hannibal walked over to guide (Y/n) inside. He shut the door behind them. "I meant to meet you at the door, but I got distracted by this file."

"That one you wanted a second opinion on," they asked. He nodded.

"I blocked the name," he explained. "I just want to know what you think."

(Y/n) nodded, taking the file from him.

They read of a patient that was very clearly falling victim to some people-pleasing behaviors. Countless meetings to help friends, reports of answering non-emergent calls at odd hours of the night, tendency to offer support but not accept it. However, there were no theories of the origins of such behavior.

"Any information on their past," (Y/n) asked, looking back at Hannibal.

"I seem to have trouble getting the patient to discuss the matter," he replied. "How significant do you see it?"

"Oh, extremely," they nodded. "Behavior like this- that's this intense- doesn't just happen without the parents or someone in their early life teaching it to them."

"How so?"

"Emotionally distant parents, parents that placed conditions on love, people showing them that their needs matter more than this patient's," (Y/n) listed. "Take your pick, really."

"This patient," Hannibal hesitated for a moment, eyes studying (Y/n)'s frame. Their back was facing him now, focused on the papers. "Is from a small town, grew up in a complete household, reporting a normal life."

"Well, it can't be completely normal if this behavior had come out."

(Y/n) turned around and saw Hannibal staring at them. They furrowed their eyebrows.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you're studying me."

Hannibal seemed to ignore the question. "What do you think is the most likely cause?"

"I can't say if I don't have the history," (Y/n) replied. "Why did you ask for my help on this?"

"I see your intelligence and gentle approach as a good fit to look at this case."

"I don't believe you."

Hannibal wasn't a fan of the look that crossed over their face. A frown with their eyebrows furrowed. Suspicious but nonconfrontational.

Still, he refused to step back.

"What do you think it is then," he asked, stepping forward.

"I... I don't..."

Hannibal tilted his head forward a bit, one eyebrow barely raising at them. (Y/n) looked down at the file.

"This is how you see me, isn't it," they asked.

Hannibal's back straightened as the question came out of their mouth. And his goal was revealed.

"Oh my God," they muttered.

They walked closer to Hannibal, pushing the file back toward him. He took it from their hands.

"That's... That's evil," they continued. "You don't get to dissect my life story. Speculate about my past."

"I did no such thing. You did."

(Y/n)'s jaw tightened before they looked down.

"You've been lying," he said. "Not to just those around you, but to yourself. You need to acknowledge what happened."

"Stop it," they muttered.

It was the first time that Hannibal could say that he heard genuine anger come out in their voice. But he didn't react to it. He just continued talking.

"You can't repress it all forever," he only would've stopped talking if (Y/n) had walked out of the room. But they didn't. "Your current behavior has become harmful to you. Destructive kindness. Finding the cause of that behavior will make it easier to deconstruct."

He placed the file back on his desk before going to stand right in front of (Y/n). He held out a hand to them.

They stared at his hand for a moment, feeling tears fill their eyes.

"I am only trying to help," he said quietly. "But you have to let me."

(Y/n) wiped their eyes, looking away from him completely.

Hannibal was going to speak again but didn't have the chance to. Before another word could be said, (Y/n) quickly moved forward and hugged Hannibal tightly. Hannibal only froze for a moment before hugging them back.

Now, he could properly play the role of the concerned friend. He could have a cover for his curiosity.

Now, he could find the answers that he wanted.

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#hannibal x reader #hannibal imagine #hannibal fanfiction #fanfiction #imagine #x reader #hannibal lecter fanfiction #hannibal lecter imagine #hannibal lecter x reader

[next-autopsy]

A/N: Well, hi there! Look: idk how military promotions were decided (especially in the 40s) so I’m making stuff up! Don’t question questionable things: just go with it.

I was supposed to post this yesterday, sorry for the wait! Love y’all, enjoy x

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: Mentions of SA /rape(not detailed), lots of self blame/guilt/hatred, swearing ....... I think that's it?

Made of Glass

Chapter nine: Eight Chaperones

Of course Birdie had felt guilt before.

She thought back to her childhood; the time she broke her Ma's priceless heirloom and blamed it on her brother, or when she accidentally let one of the horses out and watched as it ran off into the distance never to be seen again. The gut-wrenching feeling almost made her sick, she hated having that emotion swirling inside of her.

But this was different, by far the worse case of guilt she had ever experienced. The words that left Colonel Sink's mouth fell on deaf ears. Birdie couldn't focus, all noises around her were smothered and replaced with a high pitched ringing.

She had no control of her body, her limbs went numb and lead heavy. Her eyes locked onto one particular spot of the wall and everything else faded into nothing.

“Hey, you okay?�� The question was ignored, “Birdie?”

Birdie...

Birdie...

Birdie...

Her senses flooded back all at once. Her vision refocused and concerned faced came into her view, she heard the voices in the room more clearly and her fingertips tingled slightly. She tested out the movement of her hands by brushing them through her loose hair.

Lucy and Blythe had settled on her bed on either side of her while Connie and Charlotte sat across from her atop the blondes cot, their knees touching hers.

Bernadette lifted her head watching the men in the room grow increasingly more uncomfortable by the second. All they could do was watch as the women mourned their friend and processed the trauma she had been through.

“Your escorts will be here within the hour.” She didn't know who said it but it was definitely a man.

“Escorts?” Birdie repeated, she'd obviously missed something while she had contemplated her comrades assault.

“I know it's a lot to take in, so we will be providing a safe space to talk about what happened.” The Lieutenant in the room told her. He went on to explain the schedule and how each woman would have a rotating group of NCOs from their company to be their glorified bodyguards for the duration of their time in Toccoa.

Birdie wanted to scream at the top of her lungs that it wasn't good enough, assigning them babysitters and offering therapy wasn't going to change what had happened to Harriet and it sure as hell wasn't going to stop it from happening again.

Anger burned inside of her, building up until she couldn't hold it back anymore, she scoffed gaining the attention of her superiors.

���And what about them?” Birdie's voice was dark and venomous, her eyes narrowed and fist curled, pressing crescent shaped creases into the palms of her hands.

The appalled look shared around the room told her that no one was expecting her to speak up with that tone, especially while she glared at the Colonel.

“What are you going to do 'bout those men, who are still out there by the way. Are they gettin' away with it? With raping and beating her till she was on the brink of death?” Her voice had begun to wobble but the distain was still present.

“I think we should give you some time to process this-” Major Strayer tried to soothe the disgruntled woman.

“No. That's bullshit.” Her words were harsh and abrupt, cutting him off, “They get to do that and get away with it while we are the ones bein' chaperoned?”

“You're right.” Sink spoke up solemnly, quietening the room.

“I- what?” Birdie's head tilted, she had expected a reprimand for cutting off a Major or raising her voice at the Colonel but instead was hit with the words of an understanding man.

“This is a new situation. One that we've never had to deal with before now.” He let out a heavy sigh, “Now I am shocked and disgusted by the behaviour of those individuals. But-” He was genuine, keeping his voice even and calm, “What would you have us do?” He asked Birdie, “We don't have enough information to dish out punishments on a whim.”

“Well.... Firstly I would.... I would ask any man involved to come forward and confess.” This was something she had learnt from her Father. He would sit Birdie and her siblings down and ask the guilty party to disclose the secrets they held, he would let them come to him in private, knowing it was harder to do with an audience.

“I would give them till the end of the day to sign a written confession.” Sink nodded at her words, he too had thought about offering a window for the guilty party to admit their crime but without incentive he didn't expect anyone to take the offer. He worded his doubts to the woman; who provided a solution.

“Make their punishment lesser, demote them if they hold rank and transfer them out of the regiment.”

“And how's that incentive?” Major Strayer mouthed off at the lady, rolling his eyes but Sink waved him off.

“Anyone who doesn't come forward will be dishourably discharged.” Bernadette explained, using a similar tone back at the Major.

“But how would we-”

“Ask the men to become informants.” Birdie interrupted Strayers dumb thought, “They'll know, the men talk to each other. Someone will give them up, we've made friends. All of us. Harriet the most.”

“We'll discuss logistics... but I think you're right, Corporal Coldwell. The men will know.” Colonel Sink turned to leave but not before Birdie could speak up once more,

“Oh, Sir, It's actually Private. Private Coldwell.”

“Hm.... Corporal suits you better.” He gave he a brief smile and nod before leaving with the two men on his trail.

The barracks were quiet for a second until Charlotte spoke up.

“We should get changed, our escorts will be here soon.” Reminding everyone of they would have a shadow who would follow them round every second of every day.

“Oh, and Congrats Corporal Birdie.” She volunteered a small smile at the brunette who was still reeling in the information.

Only ten minutes later, a gentle knock on their barracks door informed the woman their NCOs had arrived to walk them to their respective mess halls.

Again, Lucy, being the closest to the entrance, opened it up to reveal faces Birdie didn't recognise. Charlotte, Connie, Francesca and Blythe had been the first group to be collected. The next group took Betty, Barbara and Lucy and then Birdie was left by herself.

Bernadette let out a dry chuckle, it was day one and the bid to keep the women from being left alone and vulnerable to attack had already failed.

She stepped outside and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply to try calm her anxiety. As she pressed up against the side of the barracks, her mind went to Harriet and the hospital bed she was lying in, her eyes blurred as she thought about her part in causing the demise of a close friend.

If she had just done her own shift last night, it would be her in that hospital instead of the How company medic. Or if she had gone to someone about those men threatening her after her latrine duty that day. She was almost certain it was those men who had gone after Harriet in her stead and that unsettled her the most. That attack was meant for her, to top it all off, she had been warned about it and didn't nothing to stop or avoid this situation.

Bernadette had had multiple opportunities to keep her friend safe and she purposefully ignore them and tried to go on as if it hadn't happened.

Harriet's hospitalisation was entirely her fault.

“Bernadette?” A tender voice called to her, she dropped the butt of her smoke on the grass by her feet and stubbed it out with her boot. Looking upwards she saw Sergeant Lipton walking in her direction. She couldn't muster a smile so she just nodded at him in recognition.

“We thought- I mean... didn't you have....” He trailed off, not really knowing the appropriate way to phrase such a question. Birdie knew what he was going to say before he even opened his mouth.

“Harriet Huntington..... took my shift last night.” It was mumbled and her gaze fell back to the floor.

“Oh... I'm sorry....Did you know her well?” His inquiry was soft, the gentle tone he used made her want to cry, instead she pushed off the wall and straightened her posture.

“Yeah.” He didn't ask any more questions, he didn't say anything else to her which Birdie appreciated greatly, he just waited for Bernadette to move closer and fall in step with him.

To be honest, Carwood hadn't been expecting to see the young woman leaning against the side of her barracks, waiting for him. The Easy company men were woken this morning to a Sobel lecture; he informed them that an unnamed woman who had a guard shift the previous night was hospitalised.

Of course every man in Easy knew Birdie had a shift so the natural assumption was they had just lost their female companion.

Regardless, Sobel explained the escorting schedule and appointed Lipton as the first man, so he followed orders and trotted off to the infamous ladies barracks, unsure he would like what he found.

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Joe Toye received his tray containing a bowl of porridge and a crusty slice of bread along with a tasteless coffee he smothered with sugar packets. The sad beige meal looked particularly horrid today.

Nobody spoke to him and if they did, he didn't acknowledge it.

When the mess hall door creaked open, he didn't look up. When the men around him began whispering, he tuned it out. It wasn't until Bill tugged on his sleeve that he addressed the man sat next to his right.

“Fuckin' what?” Bill only bobbed his head in the same direction his gaze was locked on, Joe followed his friends focus and almost fell off his seat.

Lipton stepped aside, revealing the fawn haired woman and her downcast face found her friends instantaneously. She would typically be beaming at them and jog over to join their group but today she just stood in place, crestfallen and gloomy; completely unlike herself.

Toye stood but did not tread near her, he took note of the redness encircling her eyes and painted on the tip of her nose. His attention turned to Perconte, who sat in the seat on his left, he signaled for him to move out of his current perch. Perconte indulged and found another seat nearby.

Birdie shifted on her feet and found herself filling Frank's empty space within moments. Toye said nothing as the two sat down in tandem, he only pushed his tray in front her.

“Eat.” It wasn't a suggestion and Birdie had no energy to disagree with him about it she she started nibbling on corner of the toasted bread.

The rooms atmosphere picked up again, cutlery clattered and voices resonated. Birdie could hear her name being thrown around and made an effort to disregard it.

Javier wandered over to her table with a steaming cup of freshly brewed coffee in his hand, he placed it down with a solemn look and returned to his post.

Everyone seemed to step on eggshells around her, avoiding the topic like their life depended on it. No one brought it up while they ate, while they ran Currahee or while they sat in the lecture hall pretending to take notes.

George laid his jokes on thick, anytime Birdie so much as blinked he was mentioning 'that one time he-' or throw her a one liner. Through out the day he had managed to pull several small smiles and one flat laugh from the sullen girl.

Even Liebgott had toned down his sarcastic comments, keeping his snippy quips to himself.

Birdie hated it.

She hated having Lipton two steps behind her all day. She hated the sympathetic looks and not so subtle whispers. She hated being treated like a doll, like she would break down and cry if someone said the wrong thing; like she was made of glass.

A/N: That's it. That's the title!

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter ten

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[i-donot-forget]

Heyyy, how are you doing? I don't know if you still write fanfictions nor if you take request at all but here i am lmao, anyway. If your requests are open because if they're not just ignore this, could you pleeeease write something with eric, my man needs more content because beemov clearly doesn't want to give us what we want, like something where we see how he proposed to candy? Have a nice day, kiss kiss <3

Duality

I really want to thank you, I haven't written for a long time and I had an idea in my head about this moment since I played the wedding episode, it seemed very rushed. I just couldn't bring myself to publish it. Besides, there will never be enough of Eric...

Hey Eric…

Nathaniel… I wasn't expecting your call.

Yeah well… it's not a social call, tell me are you busy?

No, I'm just finishing a stakeout.

It's Amy, she's at the hospital.

A shiver runs up my spine, my muscles tense until I'm completely immobilized, I can't speak.

She's fine, she was mugged, and apparently she hit her head, but she's not at ris-

My hand drops the phone and I step on the accelerator so hard that the car jerks violently forward, in the blink of an eye and I don't know how I get to the hospital, I walk nervously to the counter, my hands are sweating, shit I left the phone in the car… never mind. I ask for her and my voice sounds strange.

Are you Mr. Carello?

N-no…

Are you a relative?

No…

I'm sorry sir… but if you are not the emergency contact or a direct relative I can't give you any information.

I can't reply, I'm in shock, the words don't come out, my instincts are completely off, I don't know what to do. Suddenly a hand lands on my shoulder, some manicured nails belonging to a young woman with short platinum hair.

I'm Rosa, Amy's relative, I want to know how my sister is.

The young woman's voice is firm and determined, I believe her. I step aside helpless and useless, while she is accompanied by the nurse towards one of the corridors.

Eric?

A tall black-haired man with a serene expression approaches me.

Hi, I'm Leigh, Rosalya's boyfriend, why don't we go for a coffee? Rosa will join us as soon as she finishes.

My hands tremble and everything feels… distant, blurry, unreal, I'm completely disconnected from this situation, I don't know what to do, what should I do? The minutes pass and the young girl doesn't come back…

Honey, can you get me a cupcake, please?

We're alone… I clench my fists to control my trembling.

Hi Eric, I'm sorry I didn't greet you earlier, it all happened so fast…. Nathaniel called me and we… we ran…

I look up to stare at her, her eyes are slightly red, puffy, she was crying. Shit…

Amy is fine… She arrived here conscious, but a little confused, she was robbed, her cell phone was taken, she was beaten on the head and thrown against a dumpster….

I couldn't help but visualize every word of her narrative, the tremor in her voice and every gesture that accompanied them.

The doctor wants to leave her in observation tonight, I told them that when someone could come in to see her they should let you know.

I raise my eyes to her abruptly.

Thank you, Rosalya.

It's nothing… Tell me, did you call Lucia and Phillip?

N-no… I, I don't even have my phone here…

And I don't have her parents' number either, what a useless piece of shit you are…

Don't worry, it's nothing, I'll call them, okay?

She smiles warmly and puts her hand on mine before going to her boyfriend, I squeeze my hands together, my elbows on the table and lean my head on my fingers… Shit… Minutes pass and become hours, and the lack of answers pushes my sanity every second a little more….

Eric? We are leaving… Anything please call me, no matter what time it is, okay?

I nod and thank her for everything she did for Amy today, but there's no way to do it justice… Now alone, the minutes pass and become hours again, sometimes fast and sometimes eternal.

Hey…

Na-Nathaniel?

How is she?

I don't know… I mean, she's fine, but I haven't been able to see her yet…. She's in the middle of some exams or so I was told about 3 hours ago.

It's normal…

He sits next to me in silence, not looking at anything special, shit…

Do you want to go outside for a cigarette?

Do you?

Yeah… Why not.

But…

I'll let the nurse know we'll be by the door.

The hustle and bustle of the outside shakes me, I still feel… dazed… I take out and light a cigarette mimicking Nath.

And you… How are you?

I sigh at his question and we both watch the cloud of smoke I let out.

Fine, fine… I'll be better when I can see her…

Ok…

So he doesn't intend to cut himself, I'm almost sorry I taught him how to smell bullshit…

Well… the truth is that I've been standing here for five hours like a complete good-for-nothing.

It's not your fault… You can't do anything right now…

Ok…

She is strong and stubborn…

I know…

So?

I can't answer, it's not… fair to talk about this with him, shit…

What? Now you're going to respect the codes? It's a little late now buddy, don't you think?

It's not necessary…

I still… care for her, that's not going to change, I'm not going to get close to her, but I owe her, a lot. Is the only reason I'm here. And you?

What do you want me to say Nathaniel?

The truth is, for once, I think I fucking deserve it.

Of course you do, but do you really want to do it?

The damage is already done Eric… Nothing you can say will be worse than what Amy already told me.

I love her…

I exclaimed firmly, we were still standing next to each other and I didn't dare to turn in his direction, to look him in the eyes.

Yeah… Me too… What else?

I couldn't do anything for her… And I'm not talking about being her superhero and saving her from the thugs…. I couldn't even call her parents or sign a fucking medical release…. I'm nobody.

Then do something…

His answer made me turn to look at him, he put out his cigarette without looking at me and said goodbye after making me promise to let him know of any news.

The silence in the hospital room is so noisy, she calls me, she talks to me, she tells me that she is not well, her voice is missing, her laughter, her songs, her joy, I can't turn to see her wounded face without wondering if I could have done something to avoid this situation.

What is the problem, officer?

Her weak and tired voice gives me a slight start, I squeeze her hand and I give her a smile. I feel so beat…

Come on… Don't make that face, you should have seen how the guy looked.

I couldn't help but let out a sly snort.

I'm sorry for worrying you…

What? Me, worried? What are you talking about… I wasn't going to come, I told the nurse you could get home on your own, but she insisted… and here I am.

I commented casually without letting go of her hand, her exhausted eyes look at me, I feel her strength drained through the fragile grip of her fingers on mine.

Oh well, if you want… See you at home…

I shook my head smiling, I wish I could tell you that there is nothing in the world that can take me away from your side right now.

How are you feeling?

Mmmm, my head hurts… other than that, I am feeling fine.

She sighed and tried to sit up, I help her, carefully, without rushing.

Do you remember what happened?

It was already dark… I had forgotten to take out the garbage, I came out of the café and saw a huge pile of boxes… I wanted to sort them a little, I heard some guys in the alley, I didn't want to pay attention to them but when they passed by me one of them grabbed my arm, he told me that if I gave him my things they wouldn't do anything to me, I told him to let go and he pulled me hard, the other one took my phone and when I tried to get free… I think he hit me in the face, I fell down… head first against the corner of the counter, I touched my left eyebrow and there was blood on it, after that… I was very dazed, I don't remember how I got to the hospital…

What about those guys? What do you remember about them?

Not much… one was tall, dark-haired and had the right side of his head shaved… the other one… had tattoos all over his neck, I don't remember anything else, he wore a hood… You're not going to catch them, are you? Are you?

No, no… At this moment you are my only concern, but, we have to make the charges.

H-hey sweetie…

Hi, doll.

H-how are you?

Good, good, just finishing a patrol. How about you? Are you home already?

N-no… I… I didn't want to bother you but… I'm at the cafe… I tried to go out to take some boxes out and… I can't, I-I can't do it…

Don't move, I'll come and get you right away, okay? Don't worry, make yourself a cup of tea, I'm on my way, I'll take care of everything… you just try to relax.

I-I didn't mean to bother you… I really tried to get out b-but I can't…

Hey hey… it's okay… I'll be there in a moment, don't worry…

Thanks for coming for me…

It's nothing… Will you stay with me or shall I take you to Alex's?

Can I stay with you?

Sure, you know you don't have to ask.

Thank you…

She answered muffled, cornered in the passenger seat, looking small and delicate…

Here.

Curled up on my bed, she held motionless the cup of tea I prepared for her, her distracted eyes staring into nothingness, reflective, it wasn't hard to guess what thoughts roamed her mind.

Amy… Would you like to go on a trip… with me?

A trip? What kind of trip?

Her face lit up.

Nothing too big… I was just thinking that it's been a long time since I've made use of my vacation and I think we could both use a weekend getaway.

I am honored.

Walking hand in hand along a path surrounded by nothing but nature, I felt like I was in a dream, trying unsuccessfully to remember another moment in my life that was so peaceful… so perfect, her smile illuminated the whole landscape and the energy she gives off, contagious and joyful, drew a smile impossible to erase on my lips… Is this… all this real?

My free hand fumbles in my pocket, trembling, hesitant, anxious, and the secret it hides reaffirms to me that this is not a dream.

I definitely needed this, thank you for inviting me.

It's nothing… It wouldn't be the same without you, you're the best part of the trip….

What do you say, aren't you absolutely amazed by this?

She steps forward and I watch her breathe the nature, explore, contemplate, simply enjoy and her figure melted in the greenery that surrounds us seems to complete the landscape.

Amy…

What's the problem, officer?

She turns to me carefree, bathed by the petals falling from the trees around us. Shit, it's time, I take her hands in mine and notice the suspicion in her eyes, expectant.

You know I love you, right?

I think I've heard you say it a couple of times.

She says with a playful tone, smiling.

I have to ask you a question and I need you to be completely honest with me….

Ok… You have my entire attention.

Our way here has not been easy, but without a doubt you are the best decision I have made in my life, I know I love you forever, I know we have all our lives and I feel this duality…. I am not in a hurry but I want you to count on me, I don't care if we don't live together, I just want you to talk to me when you need to, without thinking that you are bothering me or interrupting me… I want you to know that I am here for you, unconditionally… I want to be your emergency contact, I want to meet your parents… I want to be "us" forever…

Mute, with her eyes locked on me shining with what I hope is excitement, I slide my hand into my pocket where I hope, is the moment my life… our life… begins. I swallow and open the small box revealing the ring inside.

If you want…

Her silence stops my breathing, my heart and time itself, I can't take my eyes off hers in this eternal instant.

Yes Yes I do! Of course I do.

You really do?

Yes! I mean… I love you Eric, and I know that being with you is what I want, I have no doubts about it.

Don't you think that's a bit rash?

Maybe, I don't know. Who cares?

Anxiously I put the ring on her trembling finger as tears escape her eyes.

You still have time to repent.

What? Are you mad? You're stuck with me forever.

Good…

Her arms wrap around my neck, with a soft and gentle touch, just as she can, I grip her waist sealing this unforgettable moment with a kiss that steals my breath away.

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