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sanghyukstattoos · 3 years

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SF9's reaction: first time over at theirs, accidentally leak

Warnings: mentions of blood, medicine (tablets)

A/N: None of the images in the collage are mine, refer to here for more; For more SF9, read here, for iKON, read here and for optional bias writings, read here

Safe and happy reading everyone!

Youngbin:

Partly anxious, partly thinks he knows what to do

He has a vague idea of what he should do, it presents itself to his decisions in the form of a solution but he isn't sure, is it what he is supposed to do? Suppose you have been asleep when he found out about your period, he will softly climb back into bed and wake you up. He'll hold you as and when you wake up and he finds it important to cuddle you all day long, even when he suggests that you watch something to distract yourself. He'll try to engage you in doing something like cooking as well but when he see that it doesn't work, he'll tell you that it's okay and pull you to the sofa where the two of you will spend the time either watching the tv or not but in each other's arms. You may go on a walk because he insists on getting fresh air and it's reliving, to feel the wind breeze through your hair, away from the growing stuffiness of staying indoors all day long.

Inseong:

''Oh, she must be in pain, what do I do?''

He may wake up because of your whimpers and heated body (you feel warm to the touch, much more than usual) so he wakes you up, giving you a detailed report of the blood stains and your probably high body temperature. He's freaking out which is cute before you sigh. The previous evening you felt your pms but when would it actually come? That was your question. Nevertheless, he leaves you to freshen up and takes the sheets for cleaning. He has some tricks up his sleeve; he knows that to do. When you come out, maybe hug him from the pain, his heart will squeeze like a towel filled with water, he'll press kisses on your face and give you gently words of support, ''You're doing so well. You want to lay down? I'll lay down with you, come.'' as he tugs you along. If you feel more active, he'll try his best to cook, as in, he'll give in his ultimate best. Extra effort so that you can eat food at home rather than from outside, it will taste good in the end because he would have followed the recipe and it's measurements to the t. Shining eyes should be following your movements when you taste his food, anxiously waiting for your response. Should you feed him, he'll melt, like a marshmallow. He loves you that much.

Jaeyoon:

Jaeyoon's a sweet heart

He'll ask you, ''Are you cramping?''. His voice is soft, almost down to a whisper. It draws you closer to him. You nod, pout whilst holding your lower tummy. You feel uncomfortable standing because of the pain, he knows it and draws you into his arms, holding you steady on your feet. He gives you little kisses on the cheek, teasing out giggles from you. He'll cook for you, maybe pancakes or avocado with fried eggs on toasted bread, whatever you want + as long as he is capable of making it, he may even surprise you! When you are eating, he'll give you company, his chin will rest in the palms of his hand and he'll give you this look where his eyes shine and the pads of his fingers drum on his cheek. He'll melt if you feed him, into a puddle his true form has been summoned. He'll make you smile, partly because of his cheeky jokes but also partly because of his own smile, lit cheeks that resemble a baking bun. He'll tell you not to apologise for the stained sheets, kissing your concern away. He'll join heads with you and figure out to do with it. The rest of the day, he'll spend it with you by taking you into his arms. Be prepared, fluff! passionate-driven! domestic husband! Jaeyoon is out to cuddle you!

Dawon I Lee Sanghyuk:

🥺🥺

He may wake up to your groans of pain, too disorientated at first to comprehend that you may be pms-ing so he'll go back to sleep. When he wakes up later on, the first thing he may say is, ''Shit.'', biting his lip but not yet thinking of a solution. He'll first check up on you, to see if you are still asleep or not. If you are, he'll let you you be and sit back with his mouth agape, wondering how this could happen. This may go on for some moments. He doesn't have even half the heart to wake up but if he has to, he will. When you curl up into a foetal ball, his heart will break. After you refresh, he'll rush to sort out a hot bag for you and maybe some tea and cuddle with you on the sofa till you begin to feel hungry (he may wait for when you are ready to make breakfast!). It's because he loves eating and so he'll love to see his significant other too. He knows that you enjoy what you are eating and that makes him happy, so he'll wait!

Rowoon I Kim Seokwoo:

Luxurious level Rowoon 💸💸💸

You may already be up when he wakes up. ''Oh!?!?'' is his voice when he looks at the lil' crime scene you left. You didn't stress about it okay maybe a little but decided to deal with it when he woke up. O-O is his facial expression. He can't believe his eyes. He's scared, he may never be able to un-see it again, ever. To bad for him, slightly better for you. You are already refreshed and not feeling to great, drained even before the day has begun but he's not asking anything, only how you are feeling. You settle in the seat beside him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, he greets you with a kiss back, discussing about your plans for the day. ''About the sheets'', ''It's okay'' he says, noticing your apologetic face, ''We'll throw them out'', ''Okay~ they are your sheets'' you laugh. Otherwise, if he wants to make love to you, your period may briefly hinder his thoughts but not by much, especially if you agree. He undress you in the shower and kiss you all over, to relieve the soreness of your body and fill you up. He would be okay to cock warm, to sit there with you on his lap and talk to you, giggle and laugh with you, occasionally cutting you off by giving you love-bites and sucking your nipples, nipping the area around them, if you find yourself comfortable with cock warming.

Zuho I Baek Juho:

Home-man Ju, never-leaving-his-cats Ju

But for you, it'll happen. You may have not brought pads or tampons with you because your schedule is hay-wire. If no and you have some then problem solved but if not, he'll leave you with a hot bag and run to the nearest store to buy you some pads. He'll hurry, knowing that you are in pain so he'll even say to his cats before he goes, ''Be good and take care of y/n for me okay?''. You have half a mind to chuckle at this adorable behaviour. In his pyjamas and slippers, he'll walk out, coming back with pads/tampons and food! Food! What's not there to love about this man? He'll bring your favourite snacks, putting them on a plate while you freshen up. If you borrow his clothes, you'll take his breath away. He'll put something on to watch or go out, like an amusement park or food stalls or wherever you would love to go. He wants you to feel better.

Yoo Taeyang:

Shocked or master level response

The first would be more appropriate for this man no? But I can't also help but think that he would see you in pain and move quickly. Without thinking of a plan or immediate solution, he would try to use what he has, a resourceful character is my point. He may rummage through the kitchen and medicine cabinets, standing there for two to three minutes, pondering over what he could use. He is quick to find a heat bag and warm it up, perhaps a wet towel that he thinks he will come back to and tablets for your pain. No doubt that his once blurry eyes and tired mind have disappeared to the back, your peacefulness of mind and sleep becomes his first priority. He takes you to the toilet and while you hazily strip off your clothes, he warms up the water and fills the tub with it. While you soak, cleaning yourself up, he lets you be, giving you the space you need to take a while and gather your peace of mind. There's a lot he would do for you. In the morning, he would cook for you and take you out. Later in the afternoon, you'll fall asleep together and in the evening, if you both are in the mood, he'll be willing to try and ease your cramps with releases. He's someone to be grateful for.

Hwiyoung I Kim Youngkyun:

Shy, to the bone

You knock on his door, ''Kyun?'', ''hm? You okay?'', he is curious. ''Yea, I'm going to the store and coming back.'', ''It's pitch black outside, I'll come with you.'', ''okay'', it's dangerous outside, anyone could be there. Just left the complex, he asks, ''What do you need?'', ''Tampons'', ''oh.'', he's flustered now. The tips of his ears turn pink and his cheeks- he can't resist them from going upwards. After scratching the tip of his ear, he asks, ''Does it hurt?'', ''hm, I can feel it, it's hurts a little but later it may hurt a lot.'', ''As in, unbearably?'', ''Yea and I think that I may have already leaked.''. ''Shit'' he murmurs, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, ''If you want, you could go home and I could get them?'', he asks, in all seriousness. He doesn't contemplate that he's never done this before but he could, for you. ''It's okay, I think I can make it. Plus, you won't know what to get.'', ''Call me, ''Are you sure about this?'', ''Absolutely, I'll drop you off and then I'll pick them up, do you want something to eat?''. The endeavours make you smile, now you are at the front of his house, ''Anything is okay with me.'' to which he chuckles. He knows what you want, ''So some snacks?'', in a teasing manner. He moves closer to you. It's a pause from the outside world, cupping your face entirely in his hands, he kisses your cheek. You softly gasp, slipping into his grasp when he lets go. You could smell his shampoo and the way he lingered, he's already telling you, ''Go up, I'll come to you.'' having you shake you head and tell him, ''thank you.''. As he begins to walk, he resists turning back and pulling you into a kiss driven by heat-blinding passion.

I guarantee that the kiss doesn't happen for sometime but when it does, you end up making soft love under the covers. He starts with mapping out kisses along your body + he loves how you touch him when he kisses you.

Chani:

Loving and admirable

When he sees you in pain, he hurts too, expressed as a pout or frown, tugging your hand and asking if you are okay. He wants to make your pain go away. He may be doing some work on his laptop, he'll hold you in his arms with your head on his chest and you softly snoring away. It'll make him smile, after all you were woken up so early in the morning by your cramps, waking him up to a few hours later to find that you made breakfast. It depends on who wakes up, one or the other makes breakfast after a long competition of seeing who can sleep the longest. He feels grateful and he tells you that, before saying that you shouldn't have when you felt this much pain and that he was okay with eating outside food. You have to smile and place a finger to his mouth to prevent his nagging from chewing your ears off and give him a little kiss and then immediately pull him for cuddles. Complain about how you are in pain and he will melt like a lolly on a hot summer day and instantly cuddle you, hovering over your figure that he placed on the sofa and tease you, maybe by feeling your waist to your neck to a small make-out session. It'll be automatic for him to compliment you and shower you with love, easily embracing you and kissing you to tell you that he loves you.

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gummy-friend · 3 years

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An AU where Wilbur and Techno are borrowers in Phil and Tommy's house

Masterlist • Next chapter

Chapter 7

Cw: language

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Wilbur ran

The tile has gone loose, and it revealed one of him and Techno's smaller storage rooms along with him to the human.

Wilbur ran. He ran as fast as he can, heading towards the path to their smaller corridors, because Wilbur can't be too certain if the human's hand can't fit in the storage room

"Wait!" The human exclaimed. All too familiar. This feels like a deja-vu, the only difference is the location and the volume of the human's voice. Wilbur sprinted through it all.

"I'll give back your notebook!" The human called out. Just as when Wilbur was about to enter the corridor, Wilbur stopped, feeling intrigued, but doesn't turn around. Because why the fuck is the human going to give the book now? It's a bait. It has to be

"Here— wait a sec" and Wilbur was about to leave, not even bothered to wait for the human. But was proven to be unachievable, as the human really took seconds— Wilbur's pretty sure it's a two seconds interval, even. "Your book." the human's voice behind him echoed, and Wilbur turned around. And he quickly regrets doing so.

The sight terrifies him. The fairly-small opening(from the human's perspective) acted as a frame for the human's massive hand— the sight alone made Wilbur gave his past self internal claps for not freaking out when working with Phil— and his notebook is right outside of the opening. Meaning he have to be exposed to the human. He repressed a shudder from the thought alone.

Wilbur took a shaky breath, trying to calm himself down. His voice shouldn't be shaky, he shouldn't look scared "Put the book in the opening!" He yelled out.

"Well, no" the human replied lightly.

"Why?" why not? just slide the fucking thing in he adds internally

"We made a deal, big man" The human answered, and Wilbur doesn't know if the "big man" phrase was used to mock him or not "Either you come reveal yourself and ask for the book yourself, or you answer my question." the human started "And since you've technically revealed yourself, all you gotta do is take the book yourself"

Well that's fucking stupid.

"A deal is a deal, and I won't try to hurt you or some shit, don't worry" the human's hands shifted, now not visible through the opening. And Wilbur honestly don't know if that's a good or bad thing— because he doesn't feel all that anxious anymore now the hands are out of the way. But that also mean he doesn't know where the hands are. For all he know the human's hand may be above the opening, preparing to catch him.

"So are you coming out or no? If not, I'll take the book, you know" the human's voice echoed, maybe impatient maybe curious, Wilbur doesn't want to fucking know.

But he do know that he doesn't have any fucking choice, does he?

With a "Fuck it" grumbled in his mouth, Wilbur stomped through the entire room. And when he reached the opening, he instictively gulped. because damn looking up was not a good idea

This is the second time Wilbur had been so close to a human in his life— the first one being Phil— but that time was different, Phil is nice. This is the second time Wilbur had been so close to a human, and looking at the practically wall in front of him, Wilbur froze.

The human literally towers over him. Not to mention even the human's hands— that is right beside the opening's exit on both sides— that can oh so easily trap him in their grasps... Wilbur unconsciously shuddered at that thought.

The previous annoyance gone, Wilbur meekly stepped out of the shade that the wall gave him, and damn that felt fucking weird. His body was exposed to the air and the human's gaze, and even though Wilbur did not dare to look up at the human's face, he can feel the human's anticipation and excitement when he sees him. Oh fuck it felt weird.

Wilbur snapped out of his thought— damn he froze multiple times today, fuckin' hell— and continued walking, with each steps placed carefully— like there's some sort of trap will set off if he walked the wrong way.

When Wilbur reached the book, he tried stopping himself from looking up, but he failed. Wilbur was expecting to see a face of annoyance— maybe even a bored or a smug look— but to Wilbur's surprise he's looking at a face of awe from a smiling human Wilbur thought he had seen sparkles in the human's eyes. That was a weird feeling, by the way, being stared at so intently. Besides that, Wilbur also looked at the human's hands beside him, and they both remained unmoving— just like when he was walking towards the book.

Huh. He stuck to his words.

This is the second time Wilbur had looked at a human's face from up close, and both times are a really contradicting experience from the stories he had been told.

The stories he had read and told tells him humans are cruel— they will not help those who are different from them. The stories he had read and told tells him that humans are liars— lying in the way that will hurt others for their own sake. And the stories Wilbur had read and told tells him that if he was found by a human, he will not escape.

But here he is. Free after getting found and being helped by a human, and before him a human who stuck to his words stands tall.

So Wilbur asked.

"Are you nice?"

ｏｏｏ

If Tommy was asked if he's nice, he'll answer that of course he fucking is. He thinks everyone will answer that too. Because who the fuck thinks they're a bad person?

But being asked that out loud and in that careful and scared tone, Tommy finds himself wondering about it. Is he nice?

Well now he doesn't fucking know that himself

And so Tommy sat down— ignoring how the tiny immensely flinched— finally having to look at the tiny without looking down, "I dunno, big man. Am I?" he breathed out. Feeling more... concerned than anything, really. To which the tiny responds with a dumbfounded look. "Do you think I'm nice?"

For a few seconds, both Tommy and the tiny held a staring contest. Not knowing what to say themselves— the tiny looked deep in thought though.

"I do." The tiny finally said, breaking up both the silence and the staring contest. Tommy blinked. "You stayed true to your words, and you haven't done anything bad yet to me. So I think you're nice"

"Well that answers that, innit?" Tommy sighed. The tiny looked at him with a new type of realization. Like Tommy just said the most useful knowledge there is to mankind. "I think I'm a fucking nice person, sure, but if the person who asked doesn't fucking think so, then I'll just look like a shit person"

"O-Oh.." The tiny said, letting his voice waver rather than the strained bravery Tommy had heard earlier. "So you're not going to hurt..." the tiny paused "Us. You're not going to hurt us, right?"

"Well, yea" Tommy said, noticing the drooping shoulders from the tiny "Unless the two of you are assholes." Tommy supplied. Receiving a slight shock and a laugh from the tiny. Similar to the one that revealed the tiny. "I'm Tommy." He said, holding out his hands for a handshake— or a finger-hand-shake— to the tiny.

"I—" The tiny cuts himself, taking a step back from the hand, hesitating.

"You don't have to tell me your name, I just think that it'd be a nice time to introduce myself" Tommy added, noticing the pale look from the tiny. Tommy still held his hand to him, though.

"...Wilbur" He finishes, taking a deep breath as he accept the finger-hand-shake.

Tiny hands shook againts massive finger, and Tommy smiled

"Already knew your name though" The tiny— Wilbur adds, grinning.

"Okay dickhead."

They both laughed.

#mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #g!tommy #t!wilbur #g!philza #t!techno #amacawrites #thanks for reading!! :D #this should've been posted earlier #but I fell asleep #so here we are #exams are over for me woohoo #expect an update like- 12+ hours after this

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krappykawa · 4 years

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Okie so Can I request some headcanons for atsumu tsukishima and kuroo who has an s/o who's more reserved and likes to read and often likes to just be comfertable like they climb into their lap while reading or using their laptop because they feel more comfortable that way in public or not,and the s/o has really dry humor and makes jokes about some of there classmates but in a super subtle way that makes you have to really think about what they said.1/2

ATSUMU, KUROO, AND TSUKISHIMA WITH A S/O THAT LIKES TO READ

atsumu x reader, kuroo x reader, tsukishima x reader

genre. fluff

warnings. language

word count. 2k

part 2 of the ask

note. there was a lot of stuff in this request so i hope i got most of what you were asking for!!

ATSUMU

— you two met because you were reading at the park when suddenly a ball came flying over your head

— like straight up WHOOSH (probably could have taken your head off lmao)

— you were just trying to finish this book you were reading, and so you were really irritated when this blonde guy runs up to you

— “oh shit sorry! did ya get hit anywhere?”

— now, of course you knew who he was because how could you not when this dude is notorious for being an asshole at your school

—you’re not really one to really judge until you meet someone though, so you didn’t immediately tell him to go away

— you mumbled something like “does he usually almost murder people on a daily basis?” under your breath

— atsumu heard you and had the nerve to smile

— “i’d never attempt to murder someone as pretty as you, darlin’”

— you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes

— you ignored him and he was like “whaaa??” cause this dude could get any girl to talk to him and you just ignored him

— at that point, he’d picked up the volleyball and was just watching you as you went back to your reading (not in a weird way or anything lmao)

— you knew he was staring, but you refused to look up

— “whatcha’ readin’?”

— “don’t you have anyone else, like literally anyone else, that you can be bothering right now?”

— he smirked and then shrugged “no, not really”

— you ended up looking up at him and then back at your book before standing up and leaving him where he was standing without saying another word

— oh man, this doof is whipped from then on

— let’s just say he warms up to you because you find out that he’s actually kind of funny (like he’ll make jokes about the classmates that he knows don’t like him and you have to fight a laugh because this man has absolutely no shame and says what you’re thinking but are too afraid to say out loud)

— you know you should be telling him off for doing so, but you agree in your head so it seems hypocritical to tell him to stop

— he’s funny in other ways too

— like he straight up guffaws with this ugly laugh and you have to wonder why exactly it is that this guy is so popular with the girls

— well it’s this guy that wormed into your heart, so really you can’t be talking

— he’s also strangely interested in your books? he never reads them, but he genuinely listens when you rant about this character or this ending that you don’t like because he likes how you don’t have a filter when absolutely bashing a character or book

— when you start talking about how annoying a character is and how you wish they’d fallen into some sort of pit ... atsumu’s on the floor with laughter

— he gets all heart eyes when you talk about something in the book that you do like because you have that cute little smile on your face that you never show him otherwise

— so when you eventually start dating him, he fully understands how much you like to read (he doesn’t mind it either because you’ll sometimes go to his practices and just read on the sidelines, or when he doesn’t have time to spend time with you because of volleyball he doesn’t feel as bad because you were gonna catch up on your current book anyway)

— LOVES it when you climb on his lap and curl up against him while you read

— he’s like a giant tsum tsum (pun intended)

— if he’s not doing anything while you’re on his lap, sometimes he’ll lay his chin on your shoulder and read along with you (which he turns into some kind of game because he has to read extra fast so that he can read the whole page before you turn the page)

— you eventually catch on to what he’s doing so you make it your personal vendetta to read faster than him

— one day he catches you reading a book on the couch while wearing his sweatshirt

— he thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world

— he’s already taken a picture of you and made it his lockscreen before you even notice what’s happening

— he may or may not also have that picture on his wall just so he can smile at it before falling asleep

— this guy hates paying attention in class, so when you send him a text about how something just happened in your book in the middle of class, he eagerly responds right away

— has absolutely no clue what you’re on about because he doesn’t really pay attention to what’s happening in your books, but he’s genuinely interested in you talking about them because he likes the way you get so excited

— will text like “what?? no way” or “hell yea get him!!”

— basically really short texts because he’d much rather read about you ranting than actually contribute to the conversation

— sometimes you’ll send him updates about your book while he’s at practice or while he’s sleeping so he can’t answer right away

— he absolutely crashes no later than 12 AM because he’s tired from practice, so he doesn’t read your 1 AM screaming session until he wakes up in the morning

— he’ll laugh at his phone because there’s just this stream of messages about you freaking out over something

— osamu hits him with a pillow sometimes when he starts loudly laughing at 6 in the morning after reading your texts

KUROO

— THIS MAN IS A STRAIGHT UP NERD

— like he literally reads chemistry books for fun (i know he does. you cannot fight me on this. he does.)

— he’s best friends with kenma so he already knows what it’s like when someone he cares about is super engrossed in something that they don’t want to be bothered with

— he’ll come over to your house just to do homework while you read

— sometimes if his hand starts to cramp up while writing he’ll plop down right next to you and try to get a look at the page you’re reading

— you literally have to fight the urge to swat him away

— because HIS HAIR

— HIS HAIR GETS IN THE WAY

— like you’ll be reading and suddenly this big mess of black hair obscures your vision

— one time he did that right as you were about to get to the really good part of the story and you almost took scissors and cut all of his hair off right then and there

— after the first time he does it he realizes it annoys you

— so naturally he does it as many times as he can

— you started to catch on after he did it a few times, so now every time he gets off his bed while you’re reading, you literally sprint to your bathroom and lock yourself in

— cue his hyena laugh

— will literally stand at the door of your bathroom and bother you until you have no choice but to come out (you glare at him when you do and he thinks it’s so cute so he does this a lot)

— to get back at him you start to climb into his lap while he’s doing homework and refuse to budge

— at first it’s just for revenge purposes, but he is literally the most comfortable pillow

— you take any chance you get and crawl into his lap after that

— you stole his shirt once because it was a graphic tee of this character from one of your books

— kuroo’s eyes nearly fall out of his head when he sees you wearing it

— “take my entire closet. take it. you can keep anything forever because you look so good wow.”

— one time he was doing homework when you slammed your book shut and screamed into your pillow

— he just stared at you for a good minute while you did that

— when you stopped screaming he waited a little bit to ask what was wrong because he was kinda scared to ask

— when you told him it was because of your book he practically melted

— “literally marry me right now oh my god???”

— sometimes you’ll text him in class about the book you’re reading, but he won’t read it until after the class is over because he actually pays attention in class (which you tease him for)

— after class though he’ll greet you by asking about what happened in the book because he is literally invested in anything you text him about when it comes to what you’re reading

— like he literally yelled “WHAT??” in the middle of the gym after one of his practices because he was so distraught over you texting him to say that his favorite character died

— everyone on the team thought they got in trouble or something, so when this absolute nerd goes “oh shit sorry *insert character name here* just died in this book Y/N is reading” the team loses their shit

TSUKISHIMA

— you two met because you sat next to him once in the library

— he doesn’t usually spend time in the library, but yamaguchi was out sick that day so he decided it was his best bet since he wasn’t keen on talking to anyone that day

— he practically glared at you when you pulled on the chair across from him and sat down

— at first, you thought he was glaring at something behind you, so you turned around and there was nothing there

— you realized that he was glaring at you, but you were not phased in the slightest

— “are you alright? you look like you’re envisioning a very slow and painful death for me.”

— he actually almost smiled at that. almost.

— after that, he stopped glaring at you, but he didn’t say a word in response

— you didn’t mind because you were just there to read in silence anyway

— he came to the library more often after that

— he told himself that it was because he didn’t want to give kageyama or hinata the chance to corner him for homework help, but really he was there because of you

— he always sat at the same table and you always sat in the seat across from him

— it became like a little routine between you two

— one time he was doing his homework and you were reading when you caught him sneaking glances at you

— you kept quiet about it though because you knew he’d deny it if you asked

— after a few months of only seeing each other in the library and never talking, he’s the first one to break the silence

— “do you … do you read anywhere else?”

— at first, you’re offended

— but then you look closer and see the little blush on his cheeks and suddenly you realize what’s going on

— you don’t look up from your book when you say, “i read at the bakery down the street sometimes. i think i’ll be there this saturday at noon”

— low and behold he actually shows up at the bakery that saturday

— he’s sitting at one of the tables with a plate of strawberry shortcake and he’s picking at it like he’s angry with it

— “gee, what did the poor shortcake ever do?”

— he looks so nervous when he looks up and you think it’s the cutest thing ever

— you both consider that day in the bakery your first date (spoiler alert: it actually went really well)

— after that, you would meet at the library and one of you would state a place and a time where you would be and just hope that the other shows up

— he always shows up to yours. you always show up to his.

— you two never really have a talk about making it official, it just sort of happens??

— dates with him after you two become a “thing” consist of you reading while he watches weird documentaries about insects

— he just likes the feeling of having you around so it doesn’t bother him when you don’t want to watch the documentary with him

— you two will sometimes sit at the park during a date and just make weird assumptions about the people walking by and each assumption becomes an inside joke between the two of you (“i bet he went to a culinary school but can’t cook” or “she probably has three cats at home that she knits little sweaters for”)

— he is not very keen on physical affection (even when you’re alone)

— but he eventually warms up to you. just a little bit.

— it takes you a long time to convince him to let you sit on his lap for even a second so the second time that you decide to crawl into his lap while he’s watching another documentary he goes

— “what are you doing?”

— you’re kind of a little shit so you just smile to yourself and say “reading.”

— you can practically hear the gears turning in his brain

— for a second you think that he might actually push you off

— but then he relaxes

— he doesn’t put his hands anywhere on you while you’re in his lap but you already know that him letting you sit there for longer than a minute is one of the longest showings of affection you’ll get from him so you just snuggle further into him and he relaxes

— you also send him a lot of texts about your books

— literally his number might as well be saved as goodreads on your phone because his number is like a review dump for you

— i’m talking full-on paragraphs of analysis and little reactions that probably span as 15 messages in a row

— sometimes he replies and sometimes he doesn’t

— when he doesn’t reply, he’ll ask you about the book the next time you see each other though

— he might say it’s annoying but you know that he secretly loves it when you text him your reviews and reactions

— when he can’t sleep he’ll text you at 1 AM and ask you how the book you’re reading is going

— he falls asleep with a smile on his face after he basically gets a whole novel worth of text messages from you

requests are open!!

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forthehpfanboys · 4 years

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Unexpected But Accepted

Pair: George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley: he/him.

Summary: Fred and George have been driving you bonkers. You try to get away for five minutes but find out they’re arguing over you. You snap when you see it happen right in front of you and punish Fred for sass. Basically, you fuck George, then suck off Fred.

Warnings: SMUT (MDI), poly, dirty talk, bondage, probably took this too far, oops, swears, way too long and probably not good.

Notes: Requested! Hope you enjoy!

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

Your back pressed against the wall, your chest heaving with quick breaths leaving your lips. The small room was quiet and dark, allowing you to hear the pair of rushing footsteps that’d been chasing you for the past 10 minutes come down the hall. You covered your mouth, trying to hide your panting breaths into the skin as the steps came closer and closed your eyes in hopes of not being found in the small broom closet. Suddenly, one of your chasers spoke up, causing you to go rigid against the wall.

“Do you see him?” One spoke up while a sigh was released from the other.

“No. How did he disappear?”

You tried to sink deeper into the darkness without making a peep. Godric, if they found you, you’d never hear the end of it. You just wanted some peace and quiet.

“I don’t understand! Is there a hidden room we haven’t discovered?”

“I highly doubt it, Georgie. Let’s be real.”

“So should we split up?”

“Probably best if we just head to class.” Heavy footsteps trailed down the hallway, voices fading more with each step.

“Since when do you care about grades?”

“I don’t. Come on. We might bump into him on the way.”

You didn’t step out of the broom closet until you were 10,000 percent sure they’d left, allowing you to let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. Shutting the door behind you, you leaned against it, wincing to yourself when your head smacked against the wood alittle harder than you intended. You didn’t like hiding from them, but you didn’t have much choice.

The two redheads had been acting differently lately and it’s been taking a toll on your mental health lately. You couldn’t have five minutes alone without them almost tearing eachother apart for your attention and, honestly, you just needed a break. Or maybe food. You haven't been able to eat in peace because of the twins antics. Hermione and Harry would bring you food while Ron, the forever charming redhead, laughed at your demise.

You’ve tried talking to them about what’s going on, but they always brush you off and ask if you wanna go do something somewhere and drag you away anyway. It wasn’t that they were being creepy or anything, it was just overwhelming you and you needed some serious (Y/n) Time.

It almost felt like they knew something you didn’t and it was frustrating beyond comprehension. Sure, you and the twins were close but fuck, it was almost like they made a bet to torture or something along those lines. Maybe it was a prank?

What you didn’t know is that you were kinda right. A couple days before this specific one, the twins made a bet after learning two truths that changed a few things within their brotherly bond. Truth one was how George's feelings for you changed from friend to lover. The second truth was how Fred's feelings for you changed in the exact same manner. The bet resolved over you, of course, and how they’d win you. More specifically, whichever twin managed to win your feelings, won the bet and you were the prize.

You looked both ways, checking the hallway to make sure it was empty before abandoning the hiding spot with a feverous sprint. Your footsteps echoed down the empty halls, your robes flapping behind you. You proceeded to multitask. You ran down the intertwining halls while debating on going to class or hiding away in your dorm. In the end, your feet decided for you. Before you knew it, you were sprinting up the moving staircase up to the Fat Lady.

“Cherry top.” You spoke quickly before she even had the chance to open her mouth. You ignored her grumble on how kids used to care about her singing and focused on walking through the empty room. You plopped yourself down on the couch facing gently crackling fire. A quiet sigh left your lips, hands going through your hair. “What changed?” you whispered to yourself.

“You really have no clue?”

The voice made you jump and turn around seeing.. No one? You felt the couch sink further closer to the ground and you were met with another redhead, allowing you to relax back against the plush cushions.

“Godric, Gin, you scared me.” You let out a meek chuckle and ran a hand over your eyes. “What’re you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you be with The Golden Trio or something?”

“Or something.” She cast a smile in your direction. “I heard what’s going on between you and the two idiots. Figured you could use some help sorting them out.” The youngest Weasley tucked her feet in and turned toward you fully, the smile turned into a grin.

“I’d adore help.”

“I thought so.” She let out a chuckle. “Rumor has it they have a bet going. Lee overheard them arguing over it and who was winning.” Ginny’s grin turned into the classic Weasley Side Smirk. The words rolled around in your head, your nose scrunching in confusion. Arguing? They never argue. You tried to come up with a time where they actually fought and only mock up arguments made themselves clear. “People are saying it’s over a specific absolutely oblivious Gryffindor Quidditch player, others say it’s over who can burn the school down first-” Ginny laughed, shaking her head a little as she spoke.

“Quidditch player? Oh- Angelina, right? Yea, it’s pretty obvious they’ve been pining after her for a while. “ You forced out with a very small and very fake smile across your lips. You knew how the two pranksters looked at her. It only made sense they’d be after her, she was smart, great at the game and a looker. You swallowed hard. You were just the Keeper for Gryffindor, not a chaser or a seeker, just kept to the goals. It didn’t feel as special as the others. “But I don’t see how this involves me.” You could’ve sworn you heard her mumble ‘oblivious’ again, but she spoke up before you could even question it.

“So, you really don’t know?”

“Don’t know what?”

“Oh my Godric, you really don’t know?”

“Know what, Gin?”

“I thought they would’ve told you!” She looked down at her fingers, playing with her nail. Her long hair fell around her face like a curtain, no doubt hiding the grin. She was ignoring you on purpose.

“Gin, so help me, I will shatter your knee caps. Tell. Me.” You threatened, giving her a strong glare. Your glares could kill. Students and teachers alike knew your temper was not something to trifle with and made up for 99 percent of your detentions. You’re not one to throw fists first, but you definitely don’t hold your tongue. While the castle got nervous around you and you ralmost famous temper, the Weasleys did not give one flying fuck. They’d tease you until you die because they all knew you had a sweet spot for them.

“I mean, you're their best friend and you don’t know. Damn, that’s so.. Bad, yet just like them, wow.” She moved the hair away from her eyes. “Ok. Listen, the twins don’t fancy Angie, (Y/n). I think you need to consider both sides of the spectrum.” She paused, giving you an expecting look before sighing and going on. “They’re bisexual. Came out last year.”

“Oh, haha. Really funny.” You stood up, moving away from the couch to one of the towering glass windows. Pressing your weight against the brick wall, you gazed out, watching students rush to classes and others just goofing off. Ginny knew of your crush on the two red-heads, but she didn’t have to joke about it like this. “Now isn’t the time for jokes, Gin. “

“I’m serious, (Y/n). Think about it. They’ve been all over you, everyone has noticed.” Ginny walked over to you, resting a hand on your shoulder. She could tell you were gonna be on the fence no matter what the words, so she just sighed and retracted her hand. “I’d never joke about this. It could very well be you the identical idiots are drooling over.”

“They're really bi?” You turned to her, your eyes sparkling with hope.

“Honestly, (Y/n). Would I lie to you?” She snickered patting your back before heading over to the portrait hole. “Really, think about it. It'll make sense with time, i'm sure.” With that, she popped through the hole in the wall. With a final creak of the portrait shutting, you were left alone in silence, rolling her words in your head.

Ok, maybe it did make a small, tiny, miniscule bit of sense, but why didn’t Fred and George tell you? You sighed, your hot breath fogging up the glass. Maybe they didn’t want you to know. Maybe they thought you’d call them freaks or weirdos, but you’d never. You remember when you came out to them as (s/p) and they didn’t judge you at all.

You wanted to scream when you heard the creak of the entrance opening again. For fucks fucking fuck, even without the twins there you couldn’t get alone time. You needed to think, especially with the new info Ginny told you.

“There ya are, (Y/n)! We’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

Your eyes focused on the reflection in the glass pain, a groan leaving your lips at the sight. Of course. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

“Hey.” Your voice was stiff, revealing how you felt deep down. Frustration and irritation. You noted how the redheads both stepped closer to you. One gently pulling you by the hand to sit down in a chair not too far from the window while the other taking the seat across you, shooting you a soft smile.

“Ok. What’s wrong?” Fred spoke, his back slouching in the chair, his arms crossing over his chest. George was standing next to you with a cocked eyebrow, a soft smile on his face.

“Yeah, we know you (N/n). What’s going through that pretty head of yours?” George ran his hand through your hair before squatting next to your seated form. You could vaguely smell his cologne. You turned to George, missing the glare from Fred.

“I.. Just stressed, is all. Exams coming and not getting enough sleep.” It wasn’t fully a lie, so.

“Are you sure you’re not sick or something?” Fred stood up and walked over, the back of his hand reaching out to press against your forehead. It was halted when a matching pale hand grabbed his wrist.

“Fred, I think if he was sick, he would’ve said something along those lines. It’s just stress.” George’s voice held a barely noticeable amount of venom as his grip tightened ever so slightly on his older brothers wrist. The death glares they exchanged as Fred whipped his hand away from his younger twins grip had you raising an eyebrow in question.

“So you're a doctor now?”

“Can you stop with the attitude? I’m so sick of it!”

“You’re sick of it? I’m sick of you! I was just gonna check if he had a fever.”

“Don’t touch him, Fred.”

“I was just checking if he was ok!”

“Well, you don-!”

“Ok and I’m putting an end to this.” You stood up and shoved your way between them, pushing them away as you stepped forward. “What the hell has been going on with you two? This is- Godric- you guys are driving me nuts.” Before they knew what was happening you were ranting. “Seriously! I can’t even shower without you guys trying to be there! Like just- What is going on? This week feels like a year and I’m drowning in Wealsey cologne and fancy candy from Honeydukes-” Your hands were running through your hair sporadically, which the twins both thought was adorable, but knew now wasn’t the time.

Fred and George looked at each other as you went on.

“Please. Just- It hurts so much to see you too fight and it makes me want to punch something- literally anything- because you guys are my everything! Just fucking talk to me! Please.” Your chest was heaving when you finally finished, your entire body getting warm.

“Everything?” They turned to you, everything matching up insync.

“..What?” You felt even hotter than before. Wait, did you actually call them your everything?

“Aw, don’t playdumb now, (N/n)! You said we’re your everything.”

“You’re hearing things, Fred.”

“Hmm, no. I don’t think we are.” They stepped closer.

“Ah, well, I.. never said that, Georgie. Very simple.”

“Do we have to go back to fighting over you?” Fred joked as they separated and began to advance toward you. The twins trapped you between them, one on both sides. George rested his arm on your shoulder while Fred shot him a teasing smirk, his nose scrunching up. “Cause we’ll do it, princey, don’t tempt us.”

You don’t know what came over you, maybe it was your built up tension or your anger issues, but you grabbed them by the ties of their uniform and yanked them over to the staircase leading up to the dorms. You pressed them against the wall just before the stair cases and trapped them there with your body.

“Do it and fucking see what happens, Weasley.” One hand tangled their ties together, your other hand coming to press against the wall by George’s head. The boys’ faces erupted into a blush, causing you to smirk. “You two have been driving me absolutely nuts these past few days. I dare you to push one more button.” You tried not to act surprised by how your voice dropped. Fred’s tongue swiped across his suddenly dry lips and George turned even redder.

“Oh yea, (L/n)? What are you gonna do? Give us a stern talking too?” Fred smirked, his eyes trailing down your figure, then back up to your eyes. He was challenging you. You got closer to his face, your voice dripping even lower.

“I could tie you to the bed and fuck your brother right infront of you, make you watch him get what you oh so desperately crave.” Your head was cocked to the side, your eyes dark with something Fred had never seen before.

“Well, that was unexpected-” George all but whispered before he swallowed thickly, his hand coming up to cover his face.

“But damn, so accepted. Who knew he was so dirty?” Fred groaned out. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss. You released the ties and favored running your fingers through his hair, grabbing onto a few locks and giving it a tug.

“Should we confess or should you guys just keep kissing?” George spoke up from the sidelines, fidgeting with his hands. Fred separated from you and got him the classic Weasley Side Smirk.

“I think he knows now, Georgie, come on!” Fred yanked his tie free and slipped free from you and proceeded to run up the steps, skipping 2 at a time. You took this time to appreciate his mile long legs. “Hope your good at keepin’ your promises, (L/n)!” He called from the top of the steps. With a laugh, you gave George a short kiss, grabbed his wrist and led the blushing redhead up the stairs.

By the time you and George came up the stairs, Fred was already trying to disrobe. I say trying because he’d given up on unbuttoning his white polo and is trying to pull the still buttoned collar over his head. Watching the older twin thrash around in the stuck shirt made George and you erupt in giggles.

“Should we help him?” George asked his laughs.

“Nah, he can figure it out himself. Besides, I wanna kiss you.” You cornered George against one of the bedposts, not caring whose bed was whose and immediately pressed your lips against his. He let out a needy moan and pulled you closer, his arms around your neck. Your hands landed on his waist as your teeth nibbled on his bottom lip. You pulled from the kiss when a second pair of arms wrapped around your waist, which you prompt slapped away. “What did I say? Get on the bed, Freddie.”

The groan that left the older twins lips was lewd, causing you to chuckle and shove him away from your back. He reluctantly laid on the bed, sprawled out like a starfish, his bulge prominent against his dark uniform. Damn, he must really want you. The idea of one of the twins drooling over you had you hardening in your pants.

“Not like that, Fred. Back against the headboard.” You spoke, gently leading George to the bed and pushing him to side down on the edge. You untied the younger twins tie and with a kiss to his nose moved to his counterpart, climbing onto the plush mattress one he obeyed. You smirked down at the redhead as you plopped yourself on his lap, causing him to groan.

“Having fun, doll?” Fred spoke as his hands instinctively moved to your hips, pulling you closer. You pulled his hands away from your waist, kissed each wrist before tying them to the headboard with his brother's tie.

“You know it, babe.” You casted him a wink. Climbing off his lap and prompt ignoring his whine, you brought your attention back to the younger twin and dragged him into a kiss. “And how are you feeling, Georgie?”

“Perfect.” His voice was soft and airy, causing you to giggle.

“Oi. Stop being cute without me.” Fred spoke up, nudging you in the side with his foot.

“Shut it. This is why you're tied up.” You smacked his foot away and pulled George onto your lap. You kissed along his neck, your fingers trailing through his hair. His hands slid from your shoulders, down your flat chest to your belt, promptly undoing it and pulling it free from the loopholes.

“Oh, please. You love my teasing.”

“I wish you gagged him with his tie.” George snickered out. He'd thrown the belt to the side and was now unbuttoning your white button up shirt.

“I’m debating on it, actually.” You laughed out. You sucked a mark on the side of George’s neck and shrugged off your shirt once it was fully undone and threw it to the side. Your hands came up to undo George's shirt, but ended up just ripping a few of the buttons free. “Fuck it, I’ll buy you new ones.” You pressed your lips to his again, your hands sliding across the bare skin. Fuck. His skin was so soft, but you could feel the muscles under it rippling with a soft moan.

“You know we have magic, right? You could’ve just spelled his clothes away.”

You let out a groan and pulled away from George's lips and glared at the older redhead. You shook your head in disapproval and tsked at him.

“You gag him, Georgie. I’m gonna finish stripping.” You stated, giving the tall redhead a slap on the bum before standing up. You watched Georgie snicker and slide Fred’s tie free.

“Wait, no. We can talk this through-” Fred was interrupted by the tie being shoved into his mouth. “I’d apologize, but I’m not sorry, Freddie. Should’ve shut your mouth. Had the chance.” Geogie patted his shoulder and scooted back. When he turned to you, he blushed a brighter red than his hair. You were lazily stroking yourself, your boxers hanging around your thighs. “Blimey-” George choked out, licking his lips.

“Like what you see?” You chuckled, stepping closer to him. He eagerly nodded his head. The boy was holding back the biggest urge to drop to his knees and suck the soul out of you. You flashed him a smirk. “Come on, then. Strip, baby,”

He rolled onto his back, lifted his legs and all but ripped himself free from his constricting jeans. The enthusiasm made you giggle. Your eyes followed along the pale skin and you wanted, oh so desperately to count the freckles sprinkled across his skin. God, he was so absolutely beautiful and it was safe to say Fred was just as beautiful.

“Merlin’s fucking beard. You’re so beautiful.” You stepped over, running your hands along his toned legs. “Godric, I should use your legs as earmuffs some time.” Your confidence grew when Fred and George both let out a whine. “Ok. Here’s what I want.” You sat him back up and leaned into his ear, your hands slowly sliding up his thighs. You licked your lips when you heard the younger redheads breath hitch. “I want Freddie to have a nice view, ok?” You whispered, your hands hiking higher up his thighs before you dragged your nails down the skin gently. “Go to the foot of the bed, spread your legs and lean over to put your hands on the mattress.”

George slipped out from beneath you and went to the foot of the bed. He was half bent over, legs spread and staring down at his hands on the mattress. Following him around the posts, you stood behind him and ran your hands down his toned back.

“Oh, fuck, you’re freckles go down your back-” Your voice came out breathy and light. Your eyes looked between Fred, who was whining against the tie and the twin slowly turning red.

“Is that good?” George asked, his ears tinting a bright red.

“Of course. You’re so beautiful. Does Freddie have the same patterns?” Your thumb ran over a patch of freckles.

“Yeah. He’s got these little patches of freckles everywhere.” George turned his head to look at you, a smile on his face. You couldn’t help but giggle, your hands rubbing over his globes.

“Godric, I can’t wait to see.” Your dark eyes turned to lock with Fred’s, as a dirty smirk came across your mouth. He let out a little whine, his legs shifting on the bed, trying to get some form of simulation.

“Don’t get your hopes up.” George laughed, pressing his forehead to the bed. You gave his asss a slap, causing him to whine.

“Be nice to him.” You snickered, leaning over to kiss the back of his neck whine your hand trailed down his abdomen. Your hand wrapped around his wood, his hips bucked in response. “You’re so hard.”

“Obviously.”

“Do I need to tie you up, too?”

“Oh, no sir.” His voice dripped sarcasm.

“Georgie.” You warned while pulling your hand away. You sucked on your pointer finger and brought it to his entrance, gently pushing it in. He was chewing on his bottom lip, trying to stay loose and relaxed. “Be nice.” You leaned off his back, standing up fully. Your other hand grabbed his cheek and spread it while your finger pulled back some. After spitting on your fingers,you gently slipped in a second finger. Godric, his moans were so perfect.

George was shivering. Sure, he’d played around in the shower, but damn was it better with a person, especially when that person was your crush. You prepped the bottom for what felt like hours and he was just about drooling into the sheets.

“Merlin, you really wanna be safe, don’t you.” George moaned out when you pressed your fingers against his prostate.

“Well, yeah. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“My god, you two are so gooey it hurts.” You both turned to Fred. He had a smirk on his face. Fucker had literally pushed the tie out of his mouth. “Get to it, (L/n).”

“For fucks sake, Fred.” You chuckled out, pulling your fingers away from his entrance. You held your own dick by the base before pushing the head in gently. George pressed his cheek against the bed, a whine leaving his lips. His freckle covered hands grabbed the sheets. His knees pressed together once you pushed all the way in him. “You ok?”

Your hands hopped from his hips to wrap around his midsection once he nodded. You let out a sigh of relief and placed a few kisses on the freckles scattered across his broad shoulders.

“I wish I was getting some of that action.” Fred’s head hit the headboard. This felt like he was having a wet dream and seeing it from 3rd person.

“If you kept your mouth shut, you could’ve joined us.”

Your hips pulled back slowly, your chin resting on George’s shoulder. The gasp that left his lips when you pushed back in had you shivering. You kept up a steady pace, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. Groans, whimpers, moans, gasps- every noise echoed in the nearly empty room. George’s hand had found his dick between his legs and was shamelessly jerking it to match your hips.

“Godric, Georgie,” your voice so close to his ear had him moaning your name, “you're so tight, baby.”

Watching you fuck into his brother had Fred licking his lips. The older redhead desperately wanted to be in George's position and he was gonna throw something if he didn’t get some attention soon. He bounced his legs in dismay. His dick was painfully hard and throbbing in his boxers.

“I’m still here-” Fred did jazz hands against the headboard.

“And I'm busy, shut it.” You spat out as you rocked into George faster, who only grew louder beneath you. Your hands gripped his hips, your nails digging into his skin as you moved. George’s hand moved faster between his legs, which were shaking harder than an earthquake.

With a gasp, George came into his fist without a warning. A cry left lips, his hips bucking between your actions and his fist as he pressed his forehead into the bed. You kept the pace up, your own orgasm just around the corner.

“Almost there, Georgie. You’re so perfect.” You cooed in his ear, your teeth gently biting the tip of the cartilage. You moaned against his neck when you finally reached your own orgasm inside him. You stayed against him for a good while, just holding his sweaty form against his body.

You slowly pulled out and chuckled as George just kinda plopped onto the bed and climbed on the plush mattress with him. You ran your fingers through his sweaty hair and kissed his head.

“You did good. Are.. Are you falling asleep?” You laughed gently, watching the man's eyelids flutter. “Adorable. Love you, Georgie.” You shook your head when he mumbled out a quick ‘love you yoo’ and almost immediately began snoring. Fred cleared his throat, getting your attention.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” You crawled over to him, undoing his tie. “Did you learn your lesson?” Your hand grazed over his bulge, your noses practically touching.

“You know I didn’t, baby boy.” Fred cupped your face, his calloused thumbs ran over your cheeks.

You let out a mock sigh of frustration before shaking your head back and forth. You watched his pale hands go to his belt and rip it off. He threw it off to the side before undoing his pants and simply pulling his dick out over the boxers.

“Wanna take care of this for me? I did sit and wait patiently.”

“You didn’t have much of a choice.”

“Just suck my dick, won’t you?”

The bluntness made you snort but you dropped your head down anyway.

“I guess you deserve it.” You held the base of his dick and licked across the head, looking up at him with false innocent eyes. Fred ran his hands through your hair.

“Oh, yeah. You’re amazing.”

“I haven’t done anything yet.” You said between laughs.

“So get to it, dove!”

You rolled your eyes and took the tip into your mouth, your hand moving up and down on the base. The fingers in your hair slowly tightened, grabbing as much as he could. A moan fell from his lips as his head fell back against the wooden headboard with a thud. You licked along the underside of the head. It was clear he wasn’t going to last long.

You took him down to the base, gagging on the head hitting the back of your throat and began to pull back. About half way up, Fred pushed you back down, a needy whine leaving his lips. He used the hand in your hair to control your head going up and down.

“Amazing, dolly. Absolutely perfect.” He was just mumbling under his breath while he listened to you gag and whine around his length. He licked his lips as his hand somehow tightened on your locks. “Gonna cum. Swallow it, oh please swallow it.”

Your eyes were watering by the time he came down your throat, leaving you sputtering and choking. He gently pulled you off. He reached for the closest piece of fabric, which ended up being George’s shirt, and gently wiped himself down.

“I knew there was a reason I loved you.” Fred teased as he threw the cloth and pecked your swollen lips.

“Wow. Only here for my bj skills?” You raised an eyebrow. “And here I thought we had something.” You planted a soft kiss on his lips. He suddenly reached up, holding your face as he stared into your eyes. His entire demeanor shifted to serious as he spoke. “(Y/n). I can tell you right now, me and my brother-”

“My brother and I-”

“Shut it. My brother and I,” his voice was filled with sass again, “have never, ever, ever, eevveerr felt this way about another person. We both love you, we have for a while. Granted this whole thing is super unorthodox, but we care about you.”

“It’s true.” mumbled a half asleep George as his arms snaked around your waist. You couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your lips. “I know, Ginny was right.”

“She’s always right.” They said in unison.

“Now come on, let’s snuggle.” With that, George tugged you down next to him and Fred joined you. The three of you got cozy under a blanket and slowly drifted off, enjoying the body heat of each other.

The next morning, Ginny said ‘I told you so’ more times than you could count, but that was expected, even if you didn’t want to accept it.

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anotheranimestan · 4 years

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Asking the Boys to Deal with Mineta for You: Shinsou

Shinsou style revenge + a lil spice for ya at the end

wc: 2.4k

Read the Bakugo ver. here

After hiding in the ladies restroom for about 5 mins you finally got that icky feeling off your body from Mineta and what he did

He was even drooling this time and you had to keep yourself from gaging

You cautiously make your way down the hall to class completely dreading that you’re going to have to see him again so soon

Or ever again for that matter

On your way, you see your crush walking down the hall

Already feeling relieved you call after him

I can’t decide who I want more....Aizawa or his adopted son (that better be cannon or I’m quitting)

Just look at him 😳

“Shinsou!” You whispered loudly at him.

He stopped in his tracks and twisted around looking for the source of the noise. His heart rate increased when he realized it was you, waving him over.

“Hey y/n.” He breezed before seeing the expression on your face. “What’s wrong?”

You didn’t even know where to start. How do you tell someone you were just harassed by a hero student. To someone who was wrongly placed in general studies nonetheless. Bumped out by one of your classmates.

“Well...I need your help. If you’re not busy...”

“I was just going—“ he paused with an expression as if he realized he was talking in gibberish. “What is it?”

“It’s...Mineta again.”

He looked at you blankly. You forget that the rest of the school isn’t caught up with class 1-A’s antics all the time.

“Right right. Well he’s the one with the balls—“

“Yea I know who he is but...what’d he do?”

This was painful to squeak out. Embarrassing. Especially to the guy you’d crushed on hard for a long time now. The one you gushed about every day to Mina. So much that she was sick of you.

“Well I was walking into the locker room to change for combat training and he came out of nowhere and bumped into me and...”

He stared at you, holding onto every word. Waiting for the punchline.

“And?”

“And I definitely saw a flash!” You cringed.

“I’m pretty sure he took a picture like...under my skirt!” You said tugging the fabric down at he thought.

His eyebrows flicked up in shock. His face contorted into disgust then annoyance.

“Seriously?”

You nodded. He composed his face back into his normal sleepy, unfazed look.

“So this is what they let go on in 1-A huh?”

Normally you’d bristle at his jabs at your class. But this time he wasn’t wrong. Mineta was a dirty little smear on class 1-A’s reputation. Plus, you really wanted his help. You were so fed up.

“I was too freaked out to you know...do anything.” He nodded in understanding. “But I really wish someone would do something. Go talk to him or something. This is really getting out of hand.”

He shifted around uncomfortably. Shaking his head slightly. Like this was the most ridiculous thing he’d heard all day. The fact that people were just letting this dickhead reek havoc on someone as sweet as you? He’d have ripped his head off by now.

He mumbled something about hero students really getting on his nerves. His usual spiel.

“So...you’ll talk to him?”

“Sure.” He shrugged. “I’ll talk to him. Don’t worry.”

His words were soothing but the grin across his face was definitely not keeping you from worrying.

“Wait—“

“C’mon.” He said turning on his heels and heading in the direction you came.

He always walked with his hands in his pockets and leaning back on his heels like he was never in a rush for anyone or anything. Somehow he always had that calm and collected aura about him, like absolutely nothing you threw at him could faze him. It was attractive as hell and the exact reason why you were following him. You were sort of excited to see this play out.

Mineta v. Shinsou

Finally you rounded the corner to find Mineta still camped outside the locker room facing the door.

You scoffed in disgust. Your eyes zeroed in on the camera in grubby little his hands.

Shinsou gently put his arm out against your stomach to motion for you to wait there as he neared him.

You were nervous, anxious, excited.

“Hey 1-A.” Shinsou’s voice was casual but scarily unfriendly. “How’s it going?”

Mineta turned to him. Not noticing you standing in the background.

“Oh err hi Shinsou.” He said unexpectingly.

“Someone asked me to come find you and tell you something.”

“Really?” His nasally voice sounded pathetic in comparison to Shinsou’s smooth sultry one.

“Yea. But I think they were too nice. So I’m going to embellish a little on their behalf.”

“Uhh—?”

“What the fuck are you doing?” His voice was still so casual if you didn’t see the deadly serious look on his face you’d think he was chatting it up with a friend.

Your heart started racing. He didn’t seem this upset earlier!

“I’m—I’m just uhh...”

He couldn’t possibly be able to admit what he was actually doing right now.

“I should kick your ass man. Maybe report you so you’d never make it as a hero. But instead I think I’ll—”

“Shinsou wait dude—“ he was trembling.

Shinsou hadn’t even moved an inch. And he was still easily six feet away from him, his hands relaxed in his pockets. But he was all dark intimidation. Just his glare was throwing Mineta into a panic attack.

“Okay I’m sorry!! I didn’t mean to do it!” The offender started bawling.

Shinsou chuckled with no humor.

“How does one ‘accidentally’ take a picture up someone’s skirt?”

No response.

“What? Now you forgot how to answer a simple question?”

Mineta had to wipe some snot from his nose before speaking again. “I—“

He abruptly ceased trembling and his eyes went blank.

You gasped. Shinsou was using his quirk on him!?

“Y/n close your eyes.” He instructed you softly.

The alarm was going off in your head.

“What?! What are you—” You whispered loudly.

“Please? Quickly.” His voice was sharply contrasted to the way he’d been scaring Mineta.

You slapped both hands over your eyes. Praying that you weren’t about to hear a murder.

Your heart and your breathing were so loud you almost couldn’t hear them over your own panic.

“Strip.” He instructed his victim. “All the way down.”

Oh my god oh my god oh my god was just repeating in your mind over and over.

You heard fabric rustling. Mineta however wasn’t making a sound.

“Now take your sock and put it on your...”

Shinsou started speaking much lower now but you didn’t need to hear to guess what Mineta was putting his sock over right now.

You shuttered at the thought.

After a few moments of agonizing waiting in silence, dying to know what was going on, you yelped at the touch of a hand on the small of your back.

“Shhh. Keep these closed.” Shinsou urged as his large hand slid over both yours as a reinforcement.

He whisked you away with haste, trying to stifle his laugh as you two shuffled through the hall.

“Shinsou!!! Are you crazy?!” You whisper yelled as you flew.

He laughed more in response. “Probably.”

Just then several guys shrieked loudly from the direction you came.

Immediately recognizing it as Denki and Sero. You heard them screaming a couple “what the fuck”s at whatever god awful sight Shinsou had left them.

“Kaminari!” You said, another wave of panick flushing through you.

But then Denki and Sero’s hysterical laughter filled the halls as Mineta, who must have came to life again, started shrieking and sobbing.

A second later you heard Mina and Hagakure screaming and yelling at Mineta to put his clothes back on.

What the fuck was going on right now!?

Soon they were almost out of earshot as Shinsou’s arm that was wrapped around your waist wrangled you to a hault. Your hands slapped with cold from the absence of his warmth as he took his reinforcement hand away.

“Okay. You can open your eyes now.” He said not at all breathless from fleeing the scene like you were.

You slowly opened your eyes to find Shinsou signature sleepy eyes peering down at you. His face was only a few inches away as you two were tucked inside a doorframe. He was pretty. Even prettier this close.

You felt your cheeks get hot as the corner of his mouth tilted up into a little smirk.

He found the confused wild look on your face very cute. As if you’d never done something this questionable in your life.

You were so busy staring at his smooth looking lips that you’d forgotten to speak.

“Well that was....do you think we went too far?” You asked feeling guilty for some reason.

“No.” He said in quiet confidence. “I just gave him a little taste of harassment. So he knows how good it feels.”

You giggled nervously. He really was crazy. It was so attractive...

“Also...” he went to reach for something in his pocket. The shifting cased his body to lean forward. Bringing your lips even closer to touching. “I think you’ve got some private business to take care of with this.”

He dangled the cheap silver little digital camera by its handle in the air between your faces.

You exhaled. True relief finally washing over you. In all the commotion you’d forgotten about it.

“Oh thank god.” You said on a breathe out.

He flicked his head in the camera’s direction, motioning for you to take it.

It kind of grossed you out, holding Mineta’s perv weapons. But you powered through, powering it on and checking the gallery.

Sure enough there it was. Your indecent photo immediately popped up on the screen. He hadn’t gotten a good shot anything but you were still disturbed nonetheless. You cringed in embarrassment. You looked up to see if Shinsou was trying to take a peek. But you were met with only his eyes scanning every inch of your face intently with a lustful face. He wasn’t interested in looking at anything else.

You’d been so absorbed in the photo that you

didn’t notice he’d shifted his body to shield you from the hall to have this private moment. Nobody was out there but you still felt better knowing he was concerned for your privacy.

This also meant he was leaning an arm against the wall next to you ear. Dangerously close. You could almost feel his warm breath on your cheek.

You were biting your lip. As if he wasn’t already drawn to them enough, there you went pulling more blood to them to make them even plumper and delicious looking.

The thank you that escaped your lips was so soft it barely tickled his ears. But it was enough to make his chest swell with pride and satisfaction. He started to say you’re welcome but as his lips parted to speak yours pressed into them. Molding around his bottom lip and sucking gently.

His hand settled on your cheek to pull you in a little closer. Savoring the moment a little longer. The softness of your skin and the smoothness of your lips sending him into sensory bliss. He’d been waiting to see what you felt like since he first saw you walking by his general studies class. You’d smiled at him. You were probably just being polite but he never stopped thinking about how he was going to make this moment right here happen.

Never imagining it would happen like this.

His kiss was short and sweet. He had to use every bit of his self control to pull himself off of you. He didn’t want to scare you off no matter how damn irresistible you were being right now.

He’d always thought you were pretty but right now, while the adrenaline was pumping, you were beyond that. He was reveling in the idea of being your little unconventional hero right now. Hoping he’d get another chance to do it again soon.

His body was pressed against you and you could feel the camera getting smushed. Sadly he pulled away and your body instantly depressed at the absence of his weight on you.

“Feeling better now?” He asked in his usual calm and collected voice.

“Yes. A strange way to get there though.” He smiled at your giggle.

Reminded of the only task he’d left to you, you raised the camera and pressed the delete button. Shutting it off before you could find out what other things he had on there.

“Can you get rid of it?” You said handing him the camera back. Not wanting anything to do with it. “Throw it in a lake or something I don’t know.”

He took it easily and clicked out the SIM card.

“How about something more fun.”

To your surprise he, with no struggle, bent the SIM card in half. Breaking it and then dropped the camera on the floor.

You choked at the loud crunching noise the metal made as he stomped on it.

“Oh my god.” You said laughing. He was confirmed crazy.

“What? It’s the best way in my opinion. Give it a stomp.”

“No.” You said giggling uncontrollably now as he nudged your ticklish spot.

“You really should. How often do you get to stomp on Mineta’s shit?” He insisted, amused by your reaction to his poke.

“Okay okay.” You caved as you pressed on it with your foot, breaking the glass.

“What?” He said with a disappointed eyebrow. “That was the worst stomp I’ve ever seen. I thought you were in the hero course y/n.”

You rolled your eyes and gave it a better kick, to his satisfaction. He chucked the SD card in a garbage can and picked up the mangled camera.

“Let’s go see if that 1-A phone charger is still laughing.” He said grabbing your hand and tugging you along with him. “Plus...” he wiggled the camera, “I have to give Mineta his property back.”

You snorted. “I don’t think he’ll be getting within fifty feet of you any time soon. Good luck chasing him down.”

He grew a wicked grin at the thought. “Should be fun.”

He whisked you away faster and you both flew down the hall cheesing at what had easily become one of your favorite memories together at UA.

😩👆stop it.

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awhst-alt · 3 years

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I HAD THE BEST BYLER DREAM LAST NIGHT AND I REALLY WANNA SHARE IT WITH YOU ALL

it's so long (literally 2k words) so im gonna put it under the cut haha <3

so basically this would take place after mike and will start dating or something, idk exactly the time frame (i picture them being like 18 or something and this is the summer before college) and will goes to this summer arts program for like 2/3 months (i dunno how long american summer is but something like that) and its all the way far from home so there is dorms and stuff and he's "not in hawkins anymore" (no pun intended)

mike and will decide after will finishes his school they'd go to college together (cuz they're gonna be comic book artists together bc thats boyfriend shit) so throughout these months he's practically just waiting for will (<333333)

so one specific scene i remember from my dream involved will and mike getting off the bus to the school and then they hug and then mike grabs wills hand and brings him behind the bus and then he gives will a biggg kiss bc he won't be able to kiss him for 3 months. then they say they love each other and will gives him another quick kiss and is like "two kisses". they agree they'd call each other every day.

so will goes inside and mike goes back on the bus and goes home.

and basically the whole day is a whirl, until the end of it, in which mike is sitting in the kitchen near the phone waiting for like 3 hours for will to call, and will doesn't end up calling.

AND THEN IT GETS SPICYYYYY

so meanwhile at the arts program will asks like the front desk or something if he can call mike and they say phone is offlimits and they don't let him call mike

so then will goes to sleep and he's paranoid that he thinks mike is gonna hate him or something like that

mk than the next day in class there is this girl (they didn't reveal her name in the dream, ill call her stella) so stella is basically looking at will the entire class but will doesn't know it

so when they exit the class stella's like "hi" and will says "hi"

then stella says "i like your painting."

will is like rlly weirded out so he goes "thanks?"

"i um- hope this doesn't sound weird but i have no friends, do you want to be mine?"

"sure"

and then end of scene (this does not sound like a normal conversation but it's my dream so it doesn't have to make sense"

so BACK AT HAWKINS mike is still sleeping even tho it's like 3 pm because yk depressed boyfriend shit but then the PHONE RINGS and mike gets out of bed frantically and goes to the phone and he picks it up and is like "will?" and then it answers "it's el, idiot"

i feel like this is important for context but el speaks english very well now and hoppers back and she lives with hopper and not the byers anymore. ANYWAYS

el says "how's will?"

mike says "idk he didn't call"

"he didn't?"

"no, he didn't"

"okay. well maybe he will call later"

"yeah mb"

"wanna come over"

"ok"

so mike hangs up and gets changed and goes to el's house bc they r a couple o' besties and when he gets there it's like a therapy sessions bc mike usally talks to will every single day and he can't for like 3 months (unless will calls, but he's not going to) so he accepts he's gonna be depressed for 3 months and he's just talking to el about how he's gonna miss him so much and no be able to see his face and that shit

so el's like "well do u wanna do something to take ur mind off of him"

and mike's like "no im not gonna replace will" (I SCREAMED IN MY DREAM SRSLY)

but than el says "okay. guess im gonna go to the mall by myself" (ig starcourt is rebuilt by now)

and than mike bolts up and is like "fine"

"we can by something for will"

"okay yay"

so then they go to starcourt yasss!!

anyways back at the art school will is having lunch and stella is with he friends (even tho she said she doesn't have any friends) and one of her friends is like "omg did you see _____ he's so hot"

and another friend says "YESS! but ____ is cuter"

"what abt u stella? who do u have ur eyes on"

she says "byers" BUT NOOOOOOO WILL IS MIKES MAN

and they say "ew that kid who came back to life"

she says "yea. but he's cute, and shy, and once i wrap them around my finger i can get them to do anything"

so then she goes to sit down next to will at lunch

"hi will"

"hi"

"hru"

"im good"

"okay. good." and she gets upset because will goes ask how she is but she keeps her urging rage inside. and than they have this weird conversation and will is uncomfortable the whole time bc shes all like flirting with him and will is seeing someone obvi

but then she puts a hand on will's shoulder and he's shaking and then says something (idk what it is it wasn't explaining in my dream) then will stands up and runs to the bathroom. so he's just sitting in the stalls crying.

okay back at starcourt this part wasn't shown in my dream but im just gonna make up that mike and el go looking around starcourt for something for will (sort of like the mike/lucas/will montage where they were looking for stuff for el) and then i guess they find something for will and i don't have the slightest idea what they could have got for him BUT THEY GOT HIM SOMETHING GOOD

so mike's all happy but they'res still that depression inside of him lol

so fast forward a week, it really isn't explained but ill just make up that will still hasn't called mike, and he's super sad and all sleeping in but decides to look through his good ol binder full of will's drawings and in the arts school will and stella have a few more interactions im sure which are still very uncomfortable

okay so it's lunch again in the cafeteria and somehow will and stella are talking again but somehow it ends in stella kissing will and will like pulls away immediatley and is like "what is wrong with you!?"

and she says "what?"

"i'm seeing someone!"

"oh i uh- i didn't know."

the whole cafeteria is staring at them

so will's freaking out almost on the verge of a panic attack "idk what to do, he's gonna hate me and-"

"he?"

will has the look on his face like shit shit shit oh fuck no

"you're gay?"

"i-"

and will runs off once again. and everyone in the whole cafeteria knows that he's day and ofc with everybody being homophobic will knows it's not good at all bc everyone's gonna bully him

so then the next day he goes to class and the teacher is like "does anyone care to tell me where ___ is?" (it would be like a math question like 'where x is' but in art idkkk) and then the teacher calls on "will? can you tell me where ___ is?" and they'res a pause and then the teacher says "or perhaps you'd want to find your boyfriend instead?" (giving me anne with an e vibes prolly cuz i did a rewatch last weekend but i won't explain more in case some people haven't watched it but) anyways will stands up from his seat, everyone is looking at him, and he's shaking and so concerned but then he goes "fuck. you" badass will yeaaaa thats my boy

so then he runs out of the classroom and out of the school in a really cool montage way but then he realizes he's like 2 hours away from home but he runs and runs and he goes to a random bustop (it's not even garanteed if it takes him to hawkins but whatever) he gets on and tries to go back to hawkins.

and soon enough, he gets there, and immediatley goes to the wheelers because he needs to see mike and apologize for everything. so he's at the wheelers, and rings the doorbell, realizing he's still in his uniform lol but karen answers and mike is upstairs in his room sulking (i picture it would be 8 pm by now) so will asks for mike and karen calls mike. mike groans obviously because he doesn't know it's his boy, but he comes down, karen gets out of the way and as soon as he sees will they have a really big hug and it's super sweet and my heart UFHEIOSKA

mike says his usual "are you okay?" and mike is still confused as shit but will says "i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry" and mike says "you don't have to be sorry for anyrhing" but will says "ill explain"

so then they go to will's room, side-by-side on his bed and will starts explaining everything

(this is mostly improvised by me but it's still pretty similar to the dream)

"i hated it."

"the school?"

"yeah. there was no you, (mike blushes lmao), everything was terrible, i felt so lonely, they didn't let me call you-"

"what?"

"they said the phone was off limits. i wanted to talk to you so bad and i thought you'd hate me"

"i could never hate you, will, even if i tried." will smiles

"and then there was this girl, and she hit on me and i didn't know what to do bc i'd be the face of the school if i told her i was dating you and was gay and today she kissed me"

"WHAT"

"im sorry im sorry i didn't kiss back and i was so scared bc i never was in a relationship before and i was so scared it was considered cheating-"

and mike LAUGHSS

"what? mike? what's wrong?"

"if you don't do anything back, it's not considerd 'cheating'"

"oh. good. are you mad at me?"

"what? no! no never!" so mike opens his arms and says "come here" so will and mike hug or something like that and then mike says "do you need me to beat her up?"

and will says "you can't even beat eggs. besides, your noodle arms wouldn't be able to do harm to even a fly"

so mike laughs and says "i'm glad your home"

so will blurts "i cursed out a teacher"

"you? cursing?"

"yes."

"might have to start calling you a bad boy now"

will just smiles and says "i love you"

and mike says "i love you too"

AND THEN END AND IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF BC I LOVE THIS DREAM LIKE I CAN'T BELIEVE MY BRAIN THOUGHT OF THIS BUT IM OBSESSED

ALSO ONCE I FINISH WYBMFFAE ILL PROBABLY WRITE THIS INTO A FULL BLOWN FIC BUT AHIHFUSAH

edit: i have no idea what mike did with the present him and el bought for will but i guess they ended up giving it to him lol

#byler

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linkedhearts · 2 years

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🎮

"You know... You didn't seem this scared back during my adventure. I've jumped off... Well, a lot of high places." He's poking you in the back now trying to prompt you to at least open your eyes. Or at least wiggle a little closer to the edge.

Not too long ago you'd decided you were being a bit ridiculous refusing to leave the tiny floating rock for the remainder of your life. You could at least make it to Skyloft right? Right!?

...oh God you were gonna live on a rock for the rest of your life...

You just... Had to... Jump off the rock and let Link and his poultry Loftwing catch you. You can't actually get any paler at the idea than you already are. At some point the idea of scooching closer to the edge and simply rolling off it with Link in tow had been made and you'd been... Well... Not pleased with the idea. You'd rather have been spontaneously teleported to the Skyloft or better yet. The Surface. The fucking GROUND. The place sane people lived if it was an option. Which you knew it was now.

A particularly hard poke from the crouching hero prompts a groan. "I wasn't scared because I didn't think it was real." You grumbled.

"How so?" Another harsh poke before the hero plops himself down the rest of the way and with his elbow on his knee rests his face in the palm of his hand.

"It was just-" Well. You can't tell him it was a game to you can you? Fear of heights or not you're not going to give him an existential crisis.

After a moment of silence where you were trying to think of an answer Link supplies one for you. "Like a dream? A scary realistic one?"

Oh yeah... This version of Link had visions! How'd you forget about that? "Yeah."

A grunt is returned. "So... You just going to live here then?"

"I'm working on it!" Another weak inch towards the edge of the rock and you smush yourself back down like some sort of lizard on a heating rock. "You know... Part of the reason I wasn't scared... Even though heights make me-"

"Terrified?" He jokes with a soft grin.

"I was gonna say nervous!" You hiss. "Anyways, you just... You seemed like you were having so much fun."

".....do you trust me?" The seriousness of his question is a bit off putting and makes you uneasy and you understand why a second too late.

"Yea- wait why?" Suddenly there's a pair of arms around you lifting you off the rock and rolling the both of you off into oblivion.

A sharp whistle sounds out behind you while you clutch desperately at the arms around you and before you know it you've slammed into something soft and warm and so freaking red. Not that you can see too much of it though with how you've opted to shove your face straight into the feathers of the Loftwing.

.....Hylia had better help her hero because you were going to kill him once you were on solid ground again.

Lol oh no way is he ever getting you on the bird again. Never.

- 🎮

As much as Link did it for your own benefit, cause how else was he gonna get you off that rock. But it’s nice to actually experience with you instead of just vaguely recognizing your there with him.

#Sky #Sky/Reader

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doctor-plagueis · 3 years

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Nora's Knightly Love

Trigger Warning: mentions of noncon and rape you have been warned.

Nora had some troubles, well actually it was a lot of troubles.

From night terrors, to night terrors and night... ok so, Nora has nightmares because of...a lot. Nora lived in the North where if you aren't strong, you die,and she almost did, repeatedly from Beowulfs to Ursas to...people...

Gods...if it wasn't for mother she wouldn't be a virgin today...

That's not a memory she relishes, watching her mother be used as a toy for men like she's nothing but a hole to fuck...Nora was five years old and they were gonna do that to her...fuck, she's crying and shaking again.

Damnit fuck fuck fuck why can't she forget that night daMNIT!

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Nora's crying again...he should do something...

"Hey Nora, you ok?" he asked meekly

"Huh!" she nearly jumped from her bed at that "Um, um, ye 'm fine..."

"You're not very good at lying" he said while getting up...he's not wearing his pijamas.

"When’d you start sleeping shirtless Fearless Leader? Also are those shorts?" she was curious...and also deflecting.

He moved closer she could see him better now...when'd he get so buff? When he sat down at her bed she realized something...Pyrrha and Rennie were out on their date...

"Started when Yang decided to steal it, apparently she feels comfy in it...weird huh?"

"Yea..."

Awkward silence, more awkward silence even more awkward silence...

“C’mon Nora you can talk to me I'm your leader...and hopefully your friend?" wait, was he unsure of that?

“‘F’course you're my friend Jauney, why, did you think weren't?" Huh weird she's calmer, maybe it has something to do with talking to Fearless Leader? He does have a pretty reassuring presence.

"Well, maybe there's some culture shock with you being a Northerner and me being Arcadian, but in Arcadia when a friend is feeling down we talk about it and sort it out together, would you like that? Would you like to talk?" He was trying to be reassuring… his sisters were always better at it than him.

"...ok" Nora sounds so meek, this is weird.

"You sure? We don't have to y'know" He was calming to her, talking with him made her less scared...maybe this is what she needs?

"Growing up in the North is difficult Jaune-" whoa she called him Jaune not Fearless Leader or Jauney...this is serious "-You either fight back against the world and it's dangers or you die...or worse..." at that Nora saw Jaune recoil slightly not noticeable if they weren't this close…huh…

"My mom and I lived with dad until he was taken by the cold...my only memory of him is lighting his pyre with mum..." she took a breath...this is harder than she predicted. Damnit...

"Then me and mum decided to head south, to warmer lands, away from the shithole that is the North-" wait...is Jaune ok, he looks weird...she'll keep talking with a closer eye now..."-But before we got to the seas...we...we were attacked by raider..."

Jaune was now visibly sweating and breathing heavy, memories were flooding back...bad, bad memories...

"Nothing happened to me but...mum let herself be...used by them she, she was raped Jaune, just so I wouldn't, and then they took her away like some trophy of conquest...that's how I became an orphan...Jaune?" uh oh he's freaking out.

"Jaune, JAUNE!"

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Jaune awoke today was a special day, today would be the day his dad finally train him, actually, really train him, with Crocea Mors! This was going to be the start his glory, his heroism would begin today! Hahah oh that’s corny heheh…But he really couldn’t wait…

…So Jaune had taken Crocea Mors to train alone in the woods, so what? He was already gonna train with dad anyway!

(CRACK)

“Huh? What was that?” oookkk so Jaune was suddenly a little worried.

“Well, well, well ain’t you a pretty lil’ thang” came a hoarse voice from the trees.

“Who? Who’s there!? I-I have a sword!” Shit shit shit; Jaune wasn’t ready for this sorta stuff! Fighting some Creeps or young Beowulfs is one thing but fighting someone is different!

“Ohohoho, looks like this blond cutie has sum fight in’im…good, more fun this way…” that’s really, really creepy and concerning.

“Where are you!? Show yourself!” Jaune tried being intimidated.

“Oh don’tchu worry, ya won’t have time to anyways”

“wha-”

“you’ll be more worried about breathin’ with a cock in yer throat hahahaha!”

At that Jaune chose to make the smart move: run like hell!

Except he didn’t get away…

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“JAUNE!” Nora screamed.

“Huh, wha!?”

“Are you okay!? No, don’t answer that you, clearly aren’t!”

“I-I uh…”

Jaune was silent now, which for Nora was a bad sign…

…Maybe it’s time for Nora to act less like a Northerner and start acting more like an Arcadian…

“Jauney…yo-um-ya-crap, ok, Jaune” she said searching for words and getting his attention.

“Jaune look at me” he did.

“Did did-um did I bring some bad things up? I mean obviously I did but-um” ugh this is difficult how do Arcadians do it?

“Did I bring anything bad for you?”

“Ye-yea, I um…you just reminded me how I lost my…”

“Virginity?” she really hopes he says no, please for Brothers sake say no!

“Yea…”

“Oh Jaune I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to I-” She made him remember such a horrible thing…

“Don’t, you couldn’t have known” she shouldn’thave known…

Nora got up stood in front of Jaune and held her arms open…Nora isn’t good at this but at least she knows hugs are good comfort…

...Jaune accepted the hug.

“You can cry Jaune …please cry it’s good for you…”

“(Hick) I’m not goin’ to cry (hick)”

“Stop forcing yourself to be strong…isn’t that what you made me do? I’m here…”

At that Jaune broke down like a faulty dam, and he didn’t stop crying for a long, long time.

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That was a week ago.

Jauney and I have been spending more time together we’re supporting each other as best we can…

…My nightmares are going away, well, not really, but with Jauney's help they’re…manageable…I’ve found myself talking less with Rennie, and I don’t really mind it weirdly, oh well, Rennie does need to spend more time with his girlfriend after all…

…Hope Pyrrha's taking care of him well.

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Nora and I have been talking about our…pasts a lot lately, its helping.

Nora and I also have been having these weird silences, not awkward but comforting, is this what friends feel all the time? Pyrrha and I don’t have these silences, neither do any of the other girls, huh, kinda feels special for some reason…

…I like the silence.

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Almost a month now, me and Jauney have been talking for a month, and I feel like we’ve bonded so much over so little time, maybe we’ve bonded even faster than Rennie and I did...I like it Jaune and I’s bond, feels good, really good…

…I think I like him, like, like-him-like-him. I’m okay with it, more than okay actually…

…Does he feel the same?... Why am I even worrying he doesn’t?...

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I really like Nora, oh who’s believing that blatant lie?

I Love Nora. As more than a friend, I love Nora romantically…

…Maybe she feels the same? Oh, who am I kidding? she’d never love someone like me, not after… (sigh)

Maybe I should just ask her out she’ll reject me and we can go back to talking like friends.

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Alright perfect Ren and Pyrrha are away I can ask Him/Her

“Hey Nora/Jaune” they said simultaneously

“Oh, go ahead Nora” always the gentleman, one of his many charms.

“Nu-uh Fearless leader you first!” she said playfully

“yeahokayIcandothis” Jaune said under his breath

“Nora” “Yeah?” “Would you go get some dinner with me?”

“Ooh like dinner pancakes? Sure Jauney, you’re the best!” she was so excited (sigh) she’s amazing…

“N-No more like a-ummm”

“A what Jauney?”

“Wouldyougooutonadatewithme?” Oh great, he messed it up.

“…” her silence is so deafening, I really fucked up huh?

“…YES!!!” wait wut?

“Ohyoudon’tknowhowmanyweeksI’vewaitedforeitherofustoaskthatIwasgonna askyououtmyselfbecauseIcouldn’twaitand-”

“Nora! Nora calm down and speak in a way I can understand”

“I, yea, sorry, got too excited, started talking Nora mode, anyways-” she was…still talking really fast, but at least he could understand now! “-The answer is yes, also fuck yes and also gods I’ve waited too long to do: this!”

Suddenly Nora lunged forward and stabbed Jaune…Nah she just kissed him…WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!

“mhnph!” “Mmm~oh yeah, always knew you’d taste good Jauney~” “…izzat a yes?”

“What do you think?” “I think I’m dreaming that’s what” Nora giggled at that, fuck, even her laugh is adorable

“Well you’re wide awake, and, you got yourself a date! Isn’t that a confidence boost~” Fucking hell Nora knows how to be seductive.

“I’m the luckiest guy in beacon right now!” he said with his signature goofy grin

“Well” she wrapped her arms around his “where’s our date going to be?”

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[Notes]

[Pyrrha and Ren are indeed dating.]

[Yes the Booty Tier List will affect this check it out]

[Again this is going to be my first smut story so I'd apreciate the criticism]

Here ya go this is the first part of this two-shot.

Nest one will be smut I promise.

Part 1 / Part2

#nora's arc #jaune arc #nora valkyrie

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quothethemenevermore · 3 years

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I'm sorry for being absent for months, but to make it up I got a new hyperfixation and wound up writing a new story:

Warning: contains soft, safe vore and mentions of panicking.

It came to no surprise after everything that happened that Gordon was a little jumpy when it came to certain things. The dark, gunshots, sudden loud noises. Hell, sometimes even the sweet voice made him jump if it was shrill enough. Even as months passed and Benrey wasn't acting as antagonistic as they had before, it still caught him by surprise.

So of course, when a sudden high note rang through the house, he grew wary.

He was folding laundry when it happened, and he jumped, the fabric falling out of his hands. Immediately after he registered what it had been, he swore.

"Dammit, what did I tell you about being so loud with that?"

Sometimes he knew his roommate couldn't help it. The person was an eldritch alien being, after all, and he didn't know everything about them. But there were a lot of times they would do it just to get a kick out of him.

So when he didn't get a response, his worry only grew. "Benrey?" He called, waiting for a moment to see if he would receive some kind of answer. But like before, there was silence.

He picked up the shirt from where it had fallen onto the bed and tossed it back into the basket before turning to go check their room.

It wasn't completely quiet in the house, the music from whatever game they had been playing before the shriek- it sounded similar to minecraft's soundtracks- rang softly through the hall.

It was only interrupted by Gordon knocking on the door. "Benrey?"

Usually, he got a response, whether it was a taunt or even them no clipping through the door to answer them, there was hardly ever a time in which they didn't at least acknowledge that Gordon was looking for them. But this time, the silence only continued. Anxiety welled in his being, making his chest feel heavy.

If Benrey was playing a prank on him with this, he was going to kick their ass.

He opened the door, ready to… Well, he wasn't sure what exactly to expect but he was sure he'd be prepared enough to handle it. As the door swung open, he was met with the music getting louder, being closer to the source, a few fading orbs of teal sweet voice, and a missing alien.

Teal, what did teal mean again?

Tommy thought it would be a good idea for him to make a general list of the sweet voice colors and meanings after agreeing to let Benrey be his roommate. If he remembered correctly, teal had a few meanings, and the only one that made a small amount of sense to their disappearance was surprise.

Benrey could teleport, so maybe they forgot they agreed to do something and got reminded? But why wouldn't they tell him before they left? Did something happen? Gordon's mind was running, throwing together different scenarios, each one worse than the previous.

There was a thud, not exactly loud, but enough to get his attention. That, and a shadow suddenly covering his room through the window. He halfway debated going to find something to defend himself before looking, but if it were just a bird he'd feel silly. It wouldn't explain the shadow, but.. whatever. There was a plate of glass between him and whatever caused the thud, so at least he could run. He quickly walked over and pulled the curtain back, finding… nothing. Well, not nothing, but it certainly wasn't the view of the yard it had once been. Instead, it was a solid sheet of dark blue. Almost like the color of Benrey's hoodie.

And just like that, his mind jumped to the worst.

They grew back to the size they were in Xen, they got bored of being under the radar and they're trying to attack them again-

Okay Gordon, breathe.

Why would they choose now of all times to do it? Especially out in the open like this? There was probably a good explanation for this, if he could even get one from Benrey.

If he could even go talk to Benrey at this height.

The thought of it made him shake, he couldn't deny that. Yea, they changed and weren't as bad to deal with, but they had also tried to kill the whole science team, not to mention the ambush.

Taking a shaky breath, he pulled his phone out. If Benrey was too much at the moment, then maybe their friend could help. Tommy knew more about Benrey than any of them.

G- Hey Tommy, I've got a question.

T- Hi, mister Freeman! What do you need?

G- Okay, so do you know why Benrey would change their size?

T- well, their human form isn't their real form, so sometimes they'll change their form to fit that form better.

Well, that made sense, he guessed. But why the sweet voice?

G- Okay, but they also left a trail of teal when they left. With a really high pitched noise. Does that mean anything different because of their shifting?

Gordon wasn't sure he liked how long the three dots played on the screen, appearing and disappearing as if Tommy was re-writing what he wrote.

Finally, after one last time, the message appeared.

T- It might have come as a surprise? It's instinct for them to be in their real form, and sometimes they might forget to do it before it takes over.

G- I guess. Thanks, Tommy.

T- No problem! Are you going to talk to them?

G- At this height? Probably not.

T- I think you should. I think they'll appreciate it, at least try to! :)

G- I guess.

Well, he knew Tommy probably wouldn't fault him for not going through with it. With a sigh, he shut his phone off and put it back in his pocket.

He guessed it couldn't exactly hurt to try. And maybe have a long talk about what all to expect from his roommate, because they had said nothing about growing since Xen.

He made it to the front door before he hesitated again. He didn't think Benrey would try to attack him again, but what if they did? He was completely defenseless this time, there would be nothing to stop them from actually killing him. He shivered at the thought. But, he told Tommy he'd try, and he was this far already. He could probably stay distanced far enough that he could see if Benrey was going to try anything.

With that in mind, he steeled himself and walked out the door, rounding the corner of the house only to falter in his steps.

They were huge. For just a second, he saw the dark red chamber of Xen, and his breath caught in his throat.

No, this wasn't Xen. This is his backyard, bright and cheery compared to, plus Benrey didn't have a hoodie before Xen. He was fine, they weren't trying to kill him now. He repeated that, and breathed with the numbers, until he finally felt steady again. Within that time, the alien had yet to see him, their head leaning against the roof, faced away from him.

"Hey!"

That got a quick shrill note of teal sweet voice before their head turned to meet his gaze.

Did their eyes always glow that bright? "Oh, hey. Sup."

"Not much, other than you being absolutely fucking humongous. Seriously, man, how many more abilities are you hiding?"

"Wanna find out?"

He was about to open his mouth to decline his offer, on instinct, but he stopped himself. Benrey was really just offering to have this conversation? No fussing?

"Sure, man. Tell me what else you can do so you don't fucking scare me again."

"Wha- you got scared? Lil' chicken hat?" A smirk stretched the corners of their mouth. "Fuck off. You can't just grow big suddenly and not expect people to freak out. Nobody here is that fucking big." "Yea, lameass humans stuck all tiny and shit." There was something else said quietly, but their voice was rumbling as is and it was completely muffled. Not that Gordon really cared at that moment, he just wanted to know what else to expect from the alien before him.

"Whatever. What even caused you to grow? Tommy said it was instincts." They seemed to freeze for a split second, not answering long enough to swallow back the sweet voice trying to escape.

"Yea. Kinda sucks, being trapped in a small bod all the time." That seemed slightly rushed, if Gordon was being honest. "Well, what other instincts do you get? Kinda need to be aware of this stuff if you're living with me, dude."

If they weren't trying to hide anything before, they certainly were now. He watched their shoulders hunch slightly, their eyes leave him and, of course, sweet voice leaking from their mouth. It.. was still teal?

"Come on, you can't be that surprised about me asking that."

That little pinprick of worry made itself right back at home in Gordon when instead of a snarky remark, Benrey sat in silence for a long moment. "S' not that teal."

Okay, maybe Benrey was still trying to fuck with him. His shoulders dropped only by a fraction, though.

"That makes no sense. The only other teal there would be other than with green is hungry. And it's not like you can't go find something to eat at that size."

"S' not that hungry, either. You can go back inside, I'll shrink down later."

Wow, was that not concerning at all.

But Gordon couldn't- no, wouldn't just leave after a remark like that, because honestly? Out of all the weird things he's heard Benrey say, that's one of the things that he can't puzzle out. He'd reason that the giant wasn't hungry at all, but the way they're acting is really throwing him off.

"What do you mean, 'not that hungry'?" He had taken a few steps forward during the course of their conversation, but when Benrey turned to look at him, pupils blown wide and an almost- okay, a hungry look on their face-, he regretted being so close. His heart twisted painfully, and he had to fight with the lump in his throat so he could speak.

"Um.. whatcha planning there, Benrey?" He took a step backwards slowly, hoping that it wouldn't trigger any sort of other instinct into seeing him as prey. Anymore than it already is, apparently.

Benrey blinked, and his pupils shrank. "Whuh? M' not planning anything. You're the one who asked, idiot." Okay, insults definitely not helping. An icy feeling crept down his spine as he took another step back. "Okay, so why won't you explain all.. this?" He waved a hand towards the alien. "What does any of this mean? And why hide it? You didn't really hide any of your other abilities."

He could distinctly remember one of his first conversations with them being that they admitted to not being human. Didn’t really hide the teleporting or respawning either.

"Yea but most of those I can control. Plus, it's private information, why would I share that with someone who doesn't have their passport?" He purposely ignored most of the words that they used.

"Because I'm trying to get past all of the weird shit but if I don't know what the hell I'm dealing with, there's no way to? I'm making an effort to learn about you, man. The least you can do is help." He huffed, standing his ground. At this point, he was more annoyed than scared.

At least he's not moving away anymore.

Out of anything to happen with their instincts, it had to be Gordon to find him. Just their luck. And they could tell he was getting scared of them. They couldn't blame him, but it didn't make them feel any better about the situation.

"It's really not that big a deal, just something common for my species. Doesn't involve you."

"Hate to break it to you, but since you're living with me, it kinda does." "Doesn't mean it won't freak you out." "Fine, does Tommy know, then?" "..No."

His brow quirked, and at his current miniscule height, it was a comedic sight. If it weren't such a serious conversation, they would have laughed. As it was, a thought crossed their mind.

Gordon said he talked to Tommy earlier, didn't he? What all did he spill? It didn't seem like Gordon knew about the storing thing, so maybe Tommy saved them. Or doomed them to have to explain themself. Dammit.

"So if I called him, right now, he wouldn't know what you were talking about?" "Don't do that. Tommy's busy. With, uh.. dog stuff."

"I'm pretty sure he can multitask." With that, his hand moved- at his size, it was hard to see what he was doing, but it didn't have to take Sherlock to deduct what he was planning. Without thinking, their hand moved faster.

"Wh- dude, what the fuck! Put me down!"

Oh, he was in their hand now, curled in a loose fist. Closer than he had been before.

At this height, he was extremely fragile compared to them. A single false move could end horribly. The urge to protect him only grew stronger. Plus, it had been a long time since Gordon had been so small compared to them. They could feel his legs kicking at the bottom of their hand, and something fluttered inside his palm.

He couldn't tell if the rapid pulse was from the humans hands or his heart. That was what cleared their mind enough to think past their instinct. After a moment of thinking, they figured the human was smart enough to not try and jump off their hand, and turned their hand as they unfurled it, causing the man to clumsily fall into his open palm. "Whoops."

It took a moment for him to recover.

He hadn't actually thought that Benrey would make a grab for him, and for a solid minute his brain couldn't think past a single thought.

Panic. Fight or flight finally kicked in, and he squirmed to the best of his ability against the hold on him. He was still frantic to escape, the almost blank stare they gave him making him extremely uneasy, but he couldn't help but note how gentle the hold had been. It didn't hurt, nor did it make it hard to breathe. Even so, it didn't make it okay, especially when the only apology he got was being tossed onto their open hand with a 'whoops.'

"Dont fucking 'whoops' me! You can't just grab people without their permission! What were you thinking?!" A shrug. He didn't fight the yell in frustration that bubbled out of him.

"Well, don't make such a big deal out of things, lil.. fussman." "Big deal out of what? Wanting you to not hide shit from me?" "'M only hiding what you don't wanna find out, man. Protecting you."

"I'm asking to know what you're talking about! If I don't like the answer, then that's on me! This shouldn't have even gotten to this point, dude! Just tell me already!"

"Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you." He wasn't prepared to be lifted higher to Benrey's face, stumbling slightly with a yelp. They waited for him to get adjusted before explaining, now at a close enough point that they could easily see the human's face.

Being so close to them, Gordon could see the hesitation in their eyes before they started.

"The sweet voice means hungry, but not hungry for food. We have a thing where we can hold smaller things we care for in us, like an extreme hug." It seemed they were going to say more, but they ended with a (thankfully soft) trail of sweet voice. This one was a pearl-like color, which he had learned meant worry.

They waited anxiously while Gordon processed what they said.

"Wait, holding people in you.. so.. you eat the people you care about?" Ah, there it was. The panic had resurfaced. "Yea, and?" "And? That kills people!" "What? No, it doesn't."

"What, is your species incapable of digesting things? Because I'm not buying that shit after seeing half the things you eat, man." The human was figiting, and Benrey feared that he might throw rational thought out the window and jump off anyway. Their other hand came up, close enough to help if he tried anything. It didn't help that their mind had other ideas to keep him from running.

"No, they don't go to the same place food goes. They go to a different pouch for holding friends."

Right, Benrey's a shapeshifter. Can't forget that.

"Okay. So you have the ability to safely eat people that are close to you. And that's an instinct thing?" They nodded, and he noticed that their pupils had dilated again.

Wait.. do they want to eat me?

He must have had a hard time hiding the fear, because their eyes softened after a moment. "Won't do it if you don't want to. But you're all tiny and vulnerable, easy to hurt, and I'm not. Can protect you, that's what the instinct's about."

Oh. That would make sense, like taking care of their young. But even then, the idea of being eaten, even if he knew it was safe, was just a little unnerving.

Not to mention the fact that their size was still reminding them of Black Mesa, and everything that had come with it.

Their gaze trailed Gordon's hand as it rubbed against the scar above his prosthetic subconsciously, his eyes starting to glaze as his mind drifted. They didn't need to think hard about where his mind was going.

"Don't have to do it, dude. Here." They started lowering their hand to the ground, slowly to not make him panic. The sudden jolt brought him back, and he looked up at Benrey.

Their eyes were never good at betraying emotion. Usually, it was their sweet voice that told him how the eldritch was feeling. At that moment, though, he could see concern.

Genuine concern. About him.

"I- hang on." The hand stopped abruptly, throwing him off balance again, but he had a bigger topic on his mind than the slight inconvenience.

"I don't know if I'm comfortable with doing that, but I'm not… afraid of you because of it. Like I said, I asked to know, so it's on me if I didn't like it.." Oh, he was rambling. He tended to do that when he was worked up, and this was quite a situation to get worked up about. He was only interrupted by a quick note from above, followed by the smell of blue raspberry.

"Need to calm down. Getting all fussy again."

Despite the flood of calm through his body, he couldn't help the huff of annoyance. "I'm tryin' to make you feel better, dick." "And 'm fine, I'm a great cool. I'll shrink down a little later and be back inside. Just gotta wait it out."

"And you're just going to sit out here. Alone."

"Yea?"

With that, Gordon got himself situated on the hand that held him and took a deep breath. "Well, not while I'm here. I'm not gonna just leave you alone to your thoughts."

He got bbb'd in response, before he was lifted back to where he was before.

...their teeth definitely weren't that blunt earlier, he was certain about that. "Thats, uh, on you then. Like you said earlier."

"You said you wouldn't do it without my permission." "You never outright refused, either."

Didn't he?

Now that he thought about it.. he hadn't said no. Just that he didn't know how he would handle it. Their pupils had bloomed to cover most of their eyes, and focused solely on him. It made him feel uneasy, but it's not like they could stop it.

"I guess I didn't…" He swallowed, hard, as Benrey awaited a specific phrase. He could back down. He would probably get set on the ground and see them in a few hours.

Or he could pull himself together and try to help them settle the instinct for a while. It really didn't seem like they wanted to hurt him, otherwise they would have by now.

"Just how much would this help?" "A lot."

As rare as it occurred, he felt like they were telling the truth.

"I… fuck it. Why not? Just.. don't ignore me. If I want out, let me out." "Well, yea." They said it like it was the most obvious thing, and he knew that was the best agreement he'd get. "Okay. Ready as I'll ever be, I guess. Not exactly what I thought I'd do today, but.." He trailed off as he was brought closer to the mouth before him, and God, just how tiny was he compared to Benrey right now? The height comparison had always been off, but in Xen he was kinda focused on not dying. Now, he couldn't help the thought. He was tiny.

Probably big enough to fit in their mouth, though.

He wasn't sure what to expect from this, but he should have seen the tongue coming. As is, it got him from his torso up, warm and large. He hadn't expected it, but it hadn't exactly scared him. When they pulled back, he grumbled as his vision remained blurred.

Fucker licked my glasses. I should have taken them off. His hair was also starting to stick to his forehead, wet with saliva. He removed the offending frames and held them to the side, rubbing his face with his sleeve. "How about a warning, next time? So I can take these off before you fucking ruin them." His answer was a chuckle, and he felt two trunk-like fingers gently close over his hand, taking the glasses out of his grasp. "I'll just take them. Problem solved." "Problem solved except I'm fucking blind." "'S not like you'll need to see where you're going." "Keep fucking around and I'll just go back inside."

"Wha- no, man, come on. Don't leave, please?" He sighed, imagining the puppy eyes they were making through the blurred shapes he could see. "Fine. Let's do this."

"'Kay."

And then his legs were enveloped in warmth. His hands gripped at the palm underneath him, startled at the sudden change. As he tensed, everything stilled around him. He took a minute to gather himself, then gave a nod to continue.

He was pulled in to his waist next, but it didn't startle him as badly this time. In fact, compared to how warm it was in Benrey's mouth, it was kinda chilly out here. His hands had just left their palm to wrap around the part of his torso that remained out, when he felt their tongue curl under him and he was pulled in the rest of the way.

There was a soft click as their teeth closed around him, but it was barely registered compared to everything else that Gordon was bombarded with.

It was hot, almost uncomfortably so, and completely dark, and there was saliva soaking into his clothes. It seemed like the muscle beneath him was restless, shifting around him as he gathered his bearings. Finally, he managed to get himself settled on his knees, hearing a squelching noise as his hands settled into the flesh beneath him. It pulled a grimace from him.

He could hear them breathing, but the loudest sound by far was the rumbling noise he could pinpoint below him.

Was that.. purring? That shouldn't surprise him, honestly. Just another thing to add to the list of things he's finding out about his roommate. Still, it hadn't really clicked until now just how much the alien was enjoying this. Just how badly did they want to do this?

As he collected himself, it seemed that Benrey was getting impatient. He couldn't tell at this point if their instincts were rushing them or if they were purposely fucking with him as he was flipped onto his back with no warning. "Hey!" It hadn't been a yell that needed a retort, but it got a snort out of the alien regardless.

That bitch.

He was pushed and flipped around some more, getting more soaked in saliva as they progressed. He would complain more, his clothes hanging heavy on his frame and his hair plastered to his face and neck, but he knew that for what was coming up it was necessary. Unless they could also handle that via shape-shifting, in which he would be pissed if he found out. Finally, he was gently pressed against their pallet, and a hum echoed around him, rumbling his surroundings and echoing through his body.

He took that as a warning for what was next, and couldn't help the sudden racing of his heart. He couldn't exactly say this was anything like he was expecting, though. If it weren't such a weird concept as a human, he could even see how their species could find this comforting. It was warm, and he couldn’t really deny how nice it would feel being so close to someone he cared about.

…Yea, he accepted at this point that he didn't hate Benrey anymore, or ever really wanted to to begin with. They were good company when they weren't trying to escape and survive.

"I think I'm good, go ahead." He called out, receiving another hum in response, and closed his eyes.

His body started slipping backwards as gravity shifted around him, and he took a deep breath to calm himself right before Benrey swallowed.

His feet were suddenly ensnared, and before he could even register that, another swallow echoed around him and the rest of his body followed suit. He wasn't sure if he could hurt them, so he tried not to move. Still, he couldn't help his figiting as his breath started to run out. Out of anything his thoughts tried to provide for this part, it wasn't nearly as bad. It was kind of a tight fit, and being forced down was a bizarre feeling alone, but it wasn't like he was being crushed. It seemed more like a gentle kneading. He wondered if Benrey was purposely being gentle or if that, too, was a species thing.

All in all, if he could actually breathe, it probably wouldn't be as bad.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted as he jolted to a stop. For a split second, he felt nothing but panic, thinking he had gotten stuck, when the muscles beneath where his feet had stopped opened and he was suddenly forced down, landing a little harsher than he wanted to.

The first thing he noticed was that the air was somehow fresh as he quickly refilled his lungs. It had a sharp, fruity smell to it, not unlike their sweet voice. The second thing, also likely related to the sweet voice, was that Benrey had lied about not needing to see where he was going.

The chamber he had landed in was not dark like he expected, but lit up with a faint teal glow.

Actually, if he focused, he could see other colors too, like happy yellow and even a little pink. It probably would have looked prettier if it wasn't so damn blurred.

"Wow…" he couldn't stop the word from escaping, as he continued to look around in awe. This… was definitely not what he was expecting from this.

The chamber itself was still slick, likely had to be, but it was also soft. His hand sunk into the floor beneath him and he was reminded of memory foam as he lifted it and watched the flesh slowly rise back into place. The glow was not so intense it hurt to look at, and it was comfortably warm.

"So…" he jumped when Benrey's voice rumbled from around him. "How are you liking the extreme cuddles?"

"Can you hear me from in here?" Gordon yelled back. "Yea. Hear you loud and clear, little too close to not be able to."

"Yea, okay." "So.. is this okay?" A new color joined the mirage, a lavenderish-white once again. "Dude, this is fine. It's still weird, but… not that bad."

He could hear the grin in their voice. "Yea? Cool." And then they were purring again, and Gordon smiled. "Glad you're feeling better."

The glow seemed to get brighter where he applied pressure, he noticed. He ran his hand against the wall, watching as the trail his hand left got brighter, and feeling as the purring got louder, rumbling the entire chamber. For a moment, he debated finding out how loud he could get them to purr, but decided that would be better for another time. For now, he still wanted to learn about this.

"Hey, I have some questions."

The purring got quieter, but didn't stop fully, distorting their voice slightly. "Shoot." "Is this where your sweet voice is made?"

"Nope. Got another pouch for that. Just connected the two." "Okay. How is the air breathable in here?"

"Friend pouch's connected to airways. Filters the air like lungs do." "Wouldn't it have just been easier to connect it to your lungs instead of having two organs filtering air?"

"Came that way." "So there's some things you can't change by shapeshifting?"

"Nah, I could but it's too much work. Have to figure out how to safely do it and stuff. S' why my human form matches yours. Easier than trying to figure out where I can make things function."

He nodded, taking in the information. "Okay, I think that's all I got. What now?"

"Uh, you could take a nap. I'd be normal when you wake up, let you out before I shrink." "I don't know if I can sleep in here, man." "Wanna try?"

It was pretty comfortable, he wouldn't lie. But there was one more thing he wanted to make certain of, a final fear he wanted to put to rest. "What if I want out?" "Like, now?"

"Yea." There was a huff of disappointment from above, but it was quickly followed with "'Kay, hold on."

So Gordon waited to see how he would be taken out. He figured that Benrey would just spit him back up, and tried to mentally prepare himself for the squeezing again.

He wasn't prepared to see a giant hand clip through the wall, an undignified squeak escaping him as it came towards him.

Like before, it gently took him into a loose fist before pulling out of the wall, without a single indication that the hand had even slipped through the walls of flesh and muscle. Before he could pull his thoughts together about that, he was set on the ground and not a moment after Benrey was back to his normal 5'3.

It was… jarring to see the alien that had just held him and eaten him alive be shorter than him again.

"So…" he started awkwardly, unsure what to even say about the situation, before the air quickly reminded him of how soaked he was. "I need a shower. And I think we're going to order food tonight. I don't feel like cooking." They nodded. "Yea. Okay." As the two started back towards the house, Gordon stopped at the door. "Can you grab me some towels? Don't want to walk in the house sopping wet."

"Yea.. and, um…" they trailed off, looking away with a small hum of pink sweet voice escaping their mouth. "Thanks for doing that. Helped a lot." "Yea, no problem, man. Thanks for letting me out and not just ignoring me." He finished with a snort at the offended look he received. "Told you I would listen." When they only received a laugh in return, they huffed and turned to go get the towels he asked for.

As he waited, he mulled over all the stuff he learned about his roommate today. It was certainly not how he thought today was going to go, but he found that ...he didn't mind too bad.

He wouldn't mind if he found Benrey in need of some "extreme cuddles" again.

#non fatal vore #sfw vore #soft vore #hlvoreai #g/t vore

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ragdoll-darlin · 3 years

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The adventures of the ferocious Matenrou.

Summary : Matenrou go to an amusement park and have fun. Mostly.

Words : 2,906

Warnings : vomit mention, doppo typical ramblings + worries, getting a bit overheated , platonic or romantic - whichever you want.

A collab with @wolfm2540 , we switched every paragraph.

“Hey hey, Doppo, look at that giant roller coaster!! Let’s get on that one first!!”

“It looks tall… what if we fell off… knowing me I’d probably break the ride somehow and we’d all fall and get hurt and it would be my fault like always……. I’m so useless….”

“Doppo-kun, you’re doing it again.”

Matenrou had just pulled into the Adventure Land parking lot. Jakurai parked the car while Doppo continued his self-deprecating ramblings. Hifumi was oblivious, staring at the rides and practically jumping up and down in his seat, which is probably why Jakurai wouldn’t let him ride shotgun.

Hifumi was practically bouncing as he waited for the doctor to unlock the car. He tumbled out, standing back up completely unbothered and running over to open Doppo’s door and drag him out, much to the other’s dismay. Jakurai slowly got out with a chuckle, searching his jean pockets for a hair tie; it was hot, and he didn’t want to get sweaty from his hair on his neck. “You two,” he called to his bickering teammates, who turned their heads so fast you could hear Doppo’s neck crack. “Get the sunscreen, We’re going to be out here for a while.”

They grabbed their backpacks and walked towards the entrance. Hifumi’s face lit up as he saw the sign. “Adventure Land, let’s go Doppo-chin!” His voice was as vibrant as the cartoonish letters. Doppo was still hunched over, his hands stuffed nervously in his hoodie pockets. Jakurai was somewhat concerned with the other’s choice of clothing, given that sweater weather was long over. He sighed and smiled as they entered the park. These two never ceased to amuse him.

Hifumi ran right after to the line for a roller coaster that had long since spilled out of its desired area and into the walkways, completely forgetting Jakurai telling them all to get sunscreen. Doppo looked to Jakurai with a mix of worry and pleading - whether it be “Can i go home?’ or ‘can i go on something else’, the doctor was unable to tell. Either way, it was clear the salaryman didn’t want to go on the towering road coaster. After looking over to Hifumi, though, clearly their chances of getting out of the ride were 0, as the host was bouncing around with a large grin on his face, not even bothering to check if the others were with him.

“Ummm, sensei…” Doppo looked concerned. “Do you really want to get on this thing?” Jakurai looked down at him and gave a sad smile, then patted his head. “I’ve never been on a rollercoaster before, though I'm more nervous than excited. But look at Hifumi. That silly grin of his makes it worth it, don’t you think?” Doppo looked at his friend, loud and boisterous as ever, and the concern on his face melted away when he saw how happy Hifumi was. “Yeah, you’re right, sensei.” The line moved forward.

Doppo felt himself shaking, though he tried to swallow his fear. It would be fun, or at least it was supposed to be.. But what if the ride broke? Then him and everyone would die and it would be entirely his fault. Doppo made a small noise in his throat and leaned onto hifumi, resting his chin on the host’s shoulder. Jakurai wasn’t having the best time either, he could feel his stomach lurching even though they hadn’t even been on the ride yet, and probably wouldn’t for another 10 minutes.

The line lurched forth, nothing in the trio’s demeanor changing very much. Finally, it was their turn to get on. Doppo looked ready to faint. Jakurai was trying his best to conceal his nervousness, but was obviously terrified. Hifumi was as oblivious as ever. “Hmmm, these seats only take two people. Sensei, do you mind if I ride with Doppo? That way he calms down a bit, hehe! Want him to have fun, too.” Jakurai’s eyes widened for a moment. “Um, that sounds fine, Hifumi-kun. I will ride alone.” They buckled into the seats. It was time.

Doppo shuddered as the announcer came on the loudspeakers, explaining the rules. Jakurai was frantically trying to tie his hair up into some form of bun so he doesn’t wack a poor soul behind him, and hifumi just watched the other rides, planning out where they would go next. Suddenly the ride lurched forward, and started its slow trek towards the top of the hill. Doppo grabbed onto hifumi’s arm, already biting back a screech.

“When is it gonna drop… when is it gonna drop? Hifumi! Is it gonna drop yet?” Hifumi just laughed. He looked way too excited. Doppo repeated his question (something of a mantra, at this point) as the ride kept climbing. There was one last click as the ride suddenly dropped.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“...”

Doppo was dying. Literally dying. But it was somehow enjoyable? His stomach felt like it was dropping onto his feet, the wind was forcing his eyes shut, and his neck was whipping around violently. But it made him feel alive. Maybe that’s why Hifumi enjoys these rides so much...

Hifumi couldn’t keep himself from laughing. The thrill was a high he could never get tired of, flinging his hands in the air with an excited scream as the cart rushed down another hill, then a loop, bringing them upside down then right side up right after. Jakurai felt sick to his stomach, but he supposed that was intended to be part of the fun. Feeling adrenaline pulsing through his veins as everything moved far too fast, even he couldn't help from giving a laugh or startled noise.

Hifumi kept laughing. It was kind of scary, actually, given that nobody else on the ride was laughing like that. Oh well, he’s always been eccentric. The ride continued, more ups and downs and flips, until it finally reached the end. Jakurai had a headache. It wasn’t as bad as he expected but somehow still very unpleasant. Though he did feel a bit of the thrill that Hifumi must have been looking forward to. “Ha...haha. That was sort of fun.” Doppo’s hair was a mess of red and curls, thanks to the wind. There was a slight smile painting his face. Hifumi was somehow still laughing as they got off the ride and back onto the ground.

“Hey, doc! You can pick the next ride!” the older man almost sighed with relief, knowing if Hifumi had his pick they would certainly end up on something his stomach couldn’t handle. He hummed, eyes scanning all of the rides. “What about that one?” he points to a building with bright and cheerful letters spelling out “BUMPER CARS’ . Hifumi jumped up to get a clearer view, then nodded eagerly. “It looks fun!!!! C’mon, Doppo-chin!” Hifumi grabbed his roommate by the sleeve and started to drag him, with Jakurai in tow. On arrival, they noticed the line was incredibly long here as well, mostly consisting of children, save for some teenagers and adults holding the hands of young ones. ‘Ah.. have I picked a child’s ride?” Hifumi giggled, “yea, yeah, it's meant for children, but what does it matter!! It'll be tons of fun.” “The cars are too small.. We’re gonna get stuck.” Doppo pointed out grimly. “Nonsense!!!” Even with how loud the amusement park was, Hifumi’s loud voice turned some heads, but he didn’t mind at all.

Doppo was intimidated by all the children staring. Jakurai’s long hair and Hifumi’s personality didn’t help keep them out of the center of attention. He grabbed onto Hifumi’s shirt as they shuffled into the building. The ride operator simply stared at them. Jakurai tilted his head and asked “Is there a problem?” The poor teenager looked scared. These three eccentric individuals trying to enter his kiddy ride were scary. He shook his head vigorously and led them to the cars. “Hahaha, I’ll take this pink one! Which are you choosing Doppo-chin?” “Uhhhh…” “Choose the green one!” “Okay…” Jakurai was, perhaps, a bit embarrassed, but he was the one who chose the ride after all. He sighed and hopped into the most inconspicuous car, the grey one.

The small cars were beyond uncomfortable for somebody of his size, even hugging his knees to his chest didn’t keep the contraption from digging into him rather painfully, and people had taken to staring at him. The other two didn’t seem to mind, talking about something while they waited for the ride to begin. It did, and soon there were people blending together, laughing and screeching as they maneuvered the battle grounds. Jakurai recognized the laughter of Hifumi as his golden hair popped up above the other heads, heading straight for Jakurai, who sat unmoving, unable to reach the steering wheel due to his legs blocking the way. Hifumi hollered triumphantly as he hit the car, then yelped as Doppo rammed into him, looking determined. This continued until the ride ended, and the two younger remembers quickly left their cars and ran over to help their leader get out, which was a bit of a struggle.

Jakurai felt the children’s eyes burning into his back as they walked away. No wonder Doppo seemed so freaked out in line… Now that his stomach had settled down, the doc realized he was hungry. His teammates probably were, too. “Doppo-kun, Hifumi-kun, shall we get something to eat?” “Yeah, I’m soooo hungry, sensei! Where do you wanna eat, Doppo?” Doppo jumped back. “You- you’re asking me!? But what if I pick somewhere with lazy workers and they don’t make the food right… then we’ll get food poisoning… and we’ll be too sick to ride anything else… and it’ll be my fault…..” He kept rambling, as usual. Jakurai sighed, grabbed Doppo’s shoulders, and shook him violently back into normality. “Ah, thanks sensei.” Jakurai chuckled. “So, anywhere in particular you want to eat?” “No… not really. Let’s just let Hifumi choose.” Doppo didn’t realize the implications of his words until they had already left his mouth. Hifumi was surely going to choose someplace ridiculous…

“Yay, yay!! Thought ya’d never say so, Doppo-chin!” Hifumi scouted the booths, trying to find something with a menu they’d all like. He had intended to make their lunches, but Jakurai had said it might be more fun to try the food there. Finally, he settled on a barbecue, set under a blue canopy, with a somewhat large amount of people chatting while they enjoyed their food. The group walked over to the tent, peering at the menu. Jakurai quickly decided on a steak, but Hifumi couldn’t figure out if he wanted the chicken or salmon, and Doppo couldn’t figure it out at all, not to mention that the heat was causing his appetite to shrink, so he just decided t mooch of some of what hifumi got.

Hifumi practically skipped towards an open seat, Doppo and Jakurai following behind. It was getting hot. Perhaps steak wasn’t the most refreshing option. The Doc let his thoughts wander as he watched his teammates bicker over trivial things. Times like these were nice, relaxing and getting to have fun together. He hoped they could have this opportunity again soon. Doppo and Hifumi stopped their catfight when the waiter came by with the food. “Hahaha, this salmon is gonna be so delicious! Here Doppo-chin, have a bite!” ‘Wait-” Doppo was cut off as Hifumi shoved the fish in his mouth. “Is it good? Do you like it!!?” “BLEH! Hifumiiii, don’t do that without asking!!” Jakurai let out a loud laugh, and the other two stopped to look at him. After a pause, they laughed, too. Matenrou was having a good time, indeed.

Jakurai stood, smiling. “Well, shall we all return home? We’ve gone through all of the rides.” Hifumi shook his head, “I wanna try out some games!! Can we?”Jakurai gave a fond sigh; it’s not like they had anything else to do tonight. Hifumi took that as a yes, grabbing both of their sleeves and dragging them over to a game where you had to get rings on the neck of glass soda bottles. There were large stuffed animals hanging above the bottles, fluffy with cute faces. Hifumi got a large bucket of the rings to split, and Doppo winced at the obnoxious price.

“Here we go, Doppo-chin! Huzzah!” The ring clattered around the bottle necks before hitting the ground, leaving a pouting Hifumi and unamused Doppo with one less ring. “Um, my turn, I guess…” Doppo tossed the ring halfheartedly, not doing much better than Hifumi. They needed 5 to win. There were only 8 left. “Awwww, Doppo-chin, we both missed! That’s, like, so unfair!” Doppo tsked at him. “Stop being so loud…” HIfumi was ignoring him already, mind focused on the next toss. “Alley-oop!!” He emphasized the last syllable as the ring left his hand, soaring through the air before dramatically landing on a bottle neck. “Haha! Hahahaha!! Did you see, Doppo-chin? I landed the ring, did’ya see, did’ya see?!”

Doppo was being shaken back and forth by a grinning Hifumi, his hands gripping his sweater sleeves. “Yes, I saw, I saw! Now please stop…” Jakurai picked up a ring, holding it between his slender fingers and examining it. This couldn’t be harder than killing people, he thought while giving it a toss. It failed, falling quietly. Jakurai looked at it with a blank expression for a few moments, then stepped back to let the younger two take control. Somehow, between the two of them, they managed to get the needed amount, and Hifumi picked out a large polar bear, hoisting it over his shoulder with a laugh. "Let's each do our own, then meet back up here!" Neither Doppo nor Jakurai wanted to upset him, though they both just wanted to return home, but then Jakurai saw an octopus that reminded him of Hifumi, so he went to get it, and Doppo wandered off the other way, just looking for one that seemed easy.

Doppo sighed, not wanting to be left alone. He shook his head and kept walking before he found what seemed like an easy win. The sign read “Guessing Game!”; the attendant had to guess your age within 2 years, weight within 10 lbs, and birth month within 3 months. If they were wrong you won a prize. The only difficult part would be talking to the attendant… while Doppo braced himself to approach the game, Jakurai was trying his hardest to win the little octopus plush. It was invertible, two wildly different expressions on each side. Just like Hifumi with and without his jacket. This one seemed a bit easier than the bottles, a simple game of basketball. Jakurai was tall. Basketball should be easy enough.

It took 10 tries. 5,000 yen, all to get the stupid yellow octopus. Jakurai almost felt ashamed of himself as he walked to find the others. It didn’t take long, Doppo was at a guessing game, failing rather horribly. Hifumi was on what must have been his 5th, judging from the various prizes littering the ground next to him. He was trying to get a goldfish currently, playing a game similar to the one they had all done together. Jakurai was silently hoping he didn’t get a goldfish, since they seemed rather annoying to take care of and usually died quickly. Luckily, he failed, the last ring falling to the ground. Hifumi’s pout was visible even with his back turned, shoulders drooping.

Jakurai decided to intervene before Hifumi wasted all his money (and their time). “Come, Hifumi-kun, let’s find Doppo.” Hifumi gave an enthusiastic nod as he scrambled to pick up the various prizes. Jakurai raised an eyebrow and helped him carry a few. The two walked off, a purple-haired doctor with a polar bear on his back and a blonde host with various little creatures in his arms, to find Doppo. It didn’t take long to find the salaryman, his anxious aura almost visible in the air around him. He had lost the guessing game. Apparently he was too easy to read… he hung his head and sighed, turning to go find Hifumi and Doc. He walked a bit before looking up; there were his two friends approaching him, quite the site with all their spoils of war.

“Ahhh.. seems you’ve had a lot more luck than me” Doppo mused, looking them all up and down. “Yep! and this stuff is heavy.. let's go home!!” there was a unanimous agreement, all of them tired and done with what they wanted. They got comfortable, tossing the prizes in the trunk, and settled in for the ride. It felt longer than the way there, though perhaps it was due to the fact that they had eaten, so more bathroom breaks were inevitable. The moon was out and glowing when they arrived home at their shared apartment. Hifumi ran and flopped onto his bed, yelling at the others to follow. “I’ve got to wake up early and leave.. I donˋt want to wake you two in the process” Jakurai hesitated, standing awkwardly in the room while the other two changed into nightclothes. “C’mon, doc! It’s no trouble, we’ll fall right back to sleep after anyways. “yeah..” So Jakurai sighed and joined them, and they all fell asleep in minutes, tired from the day’s adventure, but also excited to do it again one day.

#hypnosis mic #writing #fanfic #hypmic fluff #matenrou

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shirophic · 3 years

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I hope this is not too specific, but could I have Ibuki and Mahiru (seperately) with a cyborg S/O who is ashamed of being a cyborg and always hides their mechanical body parts?

ofc anon! this was really fun to work with, thanks!

my apologies if I got some things wrong, this is my first time doing a request like this, so I wanna make sure I do it right!

s/o = significant other

tw: gn pronouns,

ibuki

- well how I imagine it s/o would cover themselves up and did a really good job at it - so it was your usual day, murders here, murders there - you and ibuki were hanging out at titty typhoon - Ibuki was talking abt random stuff while you sat there listening - when suddenly, a creak emerged from you - Ibuki was very confused at first, - ‘huh? s/o made a squeak but didn’t open their mouth?’ - when you tried to explain, another creak emerged from your body - Ibuki asked a lot of questions, and then finally giving in, you told her about it - “w-well uhm, to be honest with you... I’m a cyborg, please don’t leave me!” - ibuki was shocked at the very least, but took the news a bit better than most people would - “whaaat?? s/o is a cyborg?? I thought ibuki only sees those at movies and tv shows,,? well, s/o is still s/o right? so it doesn’t really matter to Ibuki!” - so after that happened, you two talked about cyborgs and you basically - and then ibuki asked a question, - “ibuki has a question, why did s/o hide that they were a cyborg?” - that stunned you into silence at first, but nonetheless, you explained - “well ibuki, i-i - it’s not a very good thing to be known as a cyborg.. nor just to see robotic parts of another “human being”” - “Ibuki thinks cyborgs are cool! they can do all sorts of things - like, like fly all the way to mars! or know every question to a test!” - that put a smile on your face, and you grew more comfortable with telling ibuki stuff like this - and after that, ibuki practically begged you to show your moves and what you can do - all of which, you had to answer, who can say no to ibuki?

mahiru

- you and mahiru were walking along the seaside of the shore at sunset - mahiru was busy taking pictures of the sea and the sunset while you carefully observed - mahiru was getting a little carried away when she almost fell into the water, - you caught her of course (with your reflexes) - and then you fell in the water with your shirt/dress/whatever revealing your robotic skin with a few sparks here and there. - mahiru was freaked out and confused at the same time - ‘what? s/o has... robotic.. parts..?’ - she began demanding explanations, only when seeing your uncomfortable face did she stop - “oh.. I'm sorry if I sounded too bossy there s/o, i.. I didn’t really mean to...” - “y-yeah it’s fine hiru, it’s just,..” - knowing you felt uncomfortable, mahiru brought you to your cottage and sat down with you - silence washed the atmosphere in an awkward manner, after mahiru spoke up, that is. - “soo, are you gonna explain?” - you glanced at mahiru with slight fear she might leave you, but grew your courage and told her - “yea, I’m.. I’m a cyborg.. I understand if you don’t want to be around me..” - mahiru looked a bit stunned, questions filling her mind - “w-well, why would I ever leave you? you’re still s/o.. right? so there’s no need to be worried or scared.” - after hearing those words, a big sigh of relief overcame you - “I mean, isn’t it weird? just having your partner as a... a human with robotic parts?” - mahiru looked you dead in the eye and took your hand - “you’re still my s/o no matter what. And if anyone says something that contradicts that, I’ll send hiyoko after them.” - you chuckled as tiny droplets of tears came out of your eyes - “there there... you’re accepted no matter what or who you are.” - you and mahiru ended the night with cuddles and sleeping as you both embraced each other.

#anonymous #look i did something! 🕊️ request accepted #🙤 · mod tsumugi #ibuki mioda x reader #ibuki x reader #ibuki mioda #mahiru koizumi x reader #mahiru x reader #mahiru koizumi #sdr2 x reader #sdr2 ibuki #sdr2 mahiru #sdr2 #danganronpa: goodbye despair #tsumugi-mikan

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chaos-writes · 3 years

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Billy Loomis and Stu Macher: Ghost in the Flesh

Warning: 14+ Swearing. Gore. Word count: 1,688

No party was as good as the ones hosted by Stu Macher. An 18 year old Rich Bitch senior, whose parents decided they could trust him with the house while they went on vacation somewhere in the Bahamas. He was also a piece of eye candy, along with his buddy, the ‘Definition-of-Teen-Angst’ Billy Loomis. He's that one ride or die friend of the school. You see, these guys are popular. While they may not be the jock d-bags of the highschool superiority complex, they are known around here for being party animals. Stu is also the goofiest in the school, the class comedian, if you will.

Me? I’m just… there. Look, Stu is throwing a massive party tonight. I’m not gonna flirt or anything. I just wanna get some beer and bounce. No biggie. In’n’out.

Okay, I'm a little freaked out. I don't wanna bump into a dude named Randy Meeks, a guy who's built like a weasel and acts like one too. He's a horror movie fanatic who acts like school is an actual movie, well, a horror movie. I really have nothing against him, he's a good dude, but still. I'd rather not talk to him.

The whole school day I spent pondering about the party. I found myself daydreaming about Bill- err… watching the movie at the party. Casey and I couldn't stop talking about it. We’re best friends, so we do a lot together.

I rented out the Robin movie and skedaddle. Randy was screaming and I wanted none of that. I go home and put the movie on the counter. "Mom? Hey, I brought a movie home! I know you'll love it!"

School is over for the weekend and I head to the video store on my walk home. Randy is stocking shelves as usual. I look at the comedy section; ooh, my family will love this one! It's a Robin Williams movie! And there he is, Party Man himself. Stu Macher, picking on weasel dude. I see Billy, talking to a group of girls who swoon at his slightest movement (ewww).

It was getting closer to 8. I watched that movie with my parents and ate. I did my homework, cleaned my room, and showered. I set out for the 10-minute walk to Stu's house. Instead, I got a phone call. "Hey, it's Billy. Do you need a ride here?" Right, I gave him my number to help study.

"Well, the house is just a 10 minute walk away-"

"Why don't you just let me pick you up? Shorten that time."

"Uhm, ok then. You need my address?"

"N-... yea, I do."

A few minutes later, I see the car of one of the most popular guys at school pull up in front of my house. Gee, that was fast. "Hey, mom? I'm gonna hang out with my buddies tonight. I'll call you before I leave for home."

I'm in his car. I'm in his car. I'm in his car. Oh my god. Ok, he's cute. But I can't freak out like this. "You- ah, ok there?" He says. "O- oh, yea, I'm sorry, just zoned out." I stammer. His car smells like cologne and it's very clean. And he's right next to me. Billy Loomis. Sitting in his car. Next to a loser.

“Hey, you know Stu and I are close, right?” Billy said. “Of course I do! You guys are double trouble!” I giggled. He laughs. God, that laugh. It was so melodic, so… perfect. “Well, we’ve been thinking about getting closer with you. Y’know, we’re not very close. We wish that was different. You’re very kind, and you have such a great personality.” He admitted. I stare blankly for a second. Hey, did he take a back road? “I like that idea,” I said. He looked at me with those gorgeous brown eyes. “Yeah?”

I nodded and smiled. I can’t believe this! He smiles and giggles lightly to himself. A solid minute went by in silence before we pulled into his driveway. We got there early so we waited in the car a bit. “Hey, that ride took as long as the walk would've taken,” “well, i wanted to have enough time to talk to you,” He says.

“That’s okay, I like long car rides anyways.” I said.

I walked with Billy into Stu's front door. Wow, this place is, just, beautiful. Stu walks right past me, straight to Billy. They start quietly talking together, Billy tosses a glance at me and Stu looks and smiles at me, I had no choice but to smile back. I was a guest in his house after all; you're supposed to be polite to your hosts.

It made me nervous. Really nervous. I wasn't thinking at all. I walked into the kitchen to cool down, that was really weird. Stu walked over to me after the two were done talking. He was actually really nice to me and we had a really fun conversation about aliens and whether or not they’re real. He did impressions of what he thought they would look like. He's such a goofball.

He handed me a beer and sat me down on the couch, right next to him. Wow, he is tall sitting next to me. I took a swig and decided you know what? I can stay for more than a beer. It's all good. I’m not big into horror movies and Stu knew this, so he explained all the lore behind Halloween while we were watching it.

I think one of the boys said something to Randy, because he hasn't even looked at me, not once, the whole night. Not even during his little ramble about the "rules" about being in a horror movie, or whatever.

During the movie, Stu noticed that I was cold. He told me I could go upstairs to grab his sweater. So, I head upstairs very cautiously, looking for the sweater. He said his room, right?

I then feel swift footsteps behind me and an arm wrap around my throat. Shit! I'm in a blood choke! I couldn't get out. Everything just faded.

I woke up in Stu's bed, I must've been out for hours. I stumble and try to fight myself awake. I feel so weak. I stumble down the stairs and begin shaking at the sight.

The whole house was a bloodbath. Randy was tied up and soaked in blood, dead. Sydney was dead.

Casey, oh God, Casey, mutilated beyond recognition and hanging from a tree outside the house. I can’t breathe. I can’t imagine how scared she was. Did she call for help? Could I have saved her?

The only people left were me, Billy, and Stu. They were soaked in blood and covered in stab wounds.

The police were on their way. I tried my best to help Stu, he was practically mutilated. I put pressure on his wounds and moved on to Billy. He wasn't as bad but he was losing a lot of blood.

I don't know why the killer didn't finish me off after I was unconscious.

The wait at the hospital was long. There were police officers and social workers and doctors talking to me, asking weird questions, and it was all happening so fast and I was so scared. I couldn't think, my head felt like it was splitting open. Casey, what did they do to you? Oh God, I’m so sorry.

The boys were in emergency surgery. A nurse came into the waiting room. "Hey, the boys are out of surgery. You can go and visit them, although it would be a while before they wake up."

I get into the hospital room and there they are. A shared hospital room with 2 empty beds opposite of 2 occupied beds. They're both asleep, hooked up to oxygen, connected to wires and tubes of all sorts. It was almost as scary as seeing them drenched in blood back at that party. Well, massacre.

I drag a chair in between the beds, pull the dividing curtain back farther, and wait. I sit and think about the party, how Stu was so tall sitting next to me on his couch, how Billy just... offered me a ride. The ride itself. It seems a little insane but do they... have feelings for me?

After I moved to the woodsboro district, both boys broke up with their girlfriends within a week from each other. It kinda sucks because I liked Sidney and Tatum, and now they want nothing to do with me-

"Hmmm...?" Stu slowly opened his eyes and lifted his head. "I had no idea you'd be here." He said in a tired, raspy voice.

"Hi, Stu. I just wanted to check up on you boys. You guys were really badly hurt. I feel awful, I could've done more to help."

"Honey, it's okay. Besides, imagine how badass these scars are gonna look when they heal over!"

"You big goof!" I giggled. Billy stirred in his bed. He lifted his head, rubbed his eyes, and groaned. "Hey, how did it go ove-" he stopped mid sentence. Both he and Stu shared looks of horror between me and themselves.

Why are they acting so strange?

Oh no.

Oh God.

I felt my heart stop in my chest. They didn’t. They couldn’t have. Casey…

“You… you were the killers?” I said in a soft, shaky voice. Billy smoothed his voice, “Now what makes you think we were the killers?”

“The… the phone call, the conversation at the front door, the… oh God, Casey!” I broke into sobs. I couldn't help it. They killed my best friend!

“Hey, it’s not like that. We never meant to hurt you…” Stu pleaded.

Billy’s expression turned from amusement to horror as he watched tears slip down my cheeks. Both were silent as they leaned in from their beds and wrapped their arms around me. “How can we make it up to you, beautiful?” Billy asked.

Silence fell over what seemed like the whole world.

“Stay with me. That’s the least you can do.”

“Of course, sweetness.” Billy said.

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shigarakis-fifth-hand · 4 years

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Shigaraki x Todoroki! Reader; The Mask

Enjoy the series! one two three four five six seven

After shooing Toga and Twice to bed, Kurogiri and you slaved away over the two guys in the LoV lounge in a comfortable silence. You worked on Shigaraki on the couch, applying creams, anti-bacterial gels, and of course bandages to his terrible wounds that went up and down his leg.

You were so happy that his pulse was stable, and that he was just sleeping. You weren’t happy that you had to strip him of all his bloody clothes and keep him in his boxers only to treat the wounds on his chest and upper thighs, but it was more than necessary for his wounds.

“So, how did he react to seeing your face?” Kurogiri asked, causing you to drop the bandage into your lap. “H-how did you know about that?” You asked, turning to see him, his attention not adverting from your heavily beat up brother. Nothing some ice couldn't fix, but Kurogiri insisted on watching him throughout the night to make sure nothing bad happened, and that he kept breathing through his sleep.

“Oh dear, I had to remove the mask to apply the anesthesia the moment you came in. Of course, at that time, I was the only one besides your brother to know your identity. I’ve known from the very beginning.”

You looked at Kurogiri with wonder in your eyes as he glanced at you. “Don’t worry dear, you and his secrets are safe with me. I was the one to help D- ahem -Touya with his bruises from your father as well. Of course, when I found out that Touya was Endeavor’s son, I was skeptical of course, being the 2nd pro hero’s son after all. But after hearing the way that Endeavor treated you poor kids, I knew that he had no thought of betrayal. That was years ago, possibly 10 by now. When Dabi gave me that look when he brought you in, and I saw your bruises and burns, goodness... I had no doubts you would be just as promising as your brother.”

You smiled warmly at Kurogiri, and returned back to fixing up the poor man laying before you. “Tomura, well... honestly, he tried to kill me at first. It was almost as if he was scared of me, the way he backed away from me and threatened to kill me if I stepped closer to him.” You explained as Kurogiri nodded, listening intensely to your words that he deeply understood. “But then, he brought my mask to my face and I think he truly understood that I wasn’t a stranger. He was just now learning my identity, but he knew me. That’s when he collapsed.” You looked over at Kurogiri, looking for answers.

“I knew that something like that would happen. I’ve known Tomura since he was young, and he has terrible betrayal issues. I do believe that his greatest fear is that the people he trusts will betray him, and in that moment, he must have felt that. Do not take it personal though, at least he came around in the end. Tomura has become very... how do I say it... attached to you in a personal state. Something I’ve never seen before. When you wore the look of an enemy, he must have been freaked out.” Kurogiri came around the couch and stood before you, a sort of smile hidden in his voice.

“He cares for you dear, as we all do. I promise you, it will take time, but I do believe he could fall in love with you if you wanted him to. Now excuse me, I’m going to go fetch us more ice from the ice chest in the basement. I’d wake up Tomura and check on him to see how he’s doing. I’ll be right back.” Kurogiri patted your head and walked away, leaving you and Tomura on the couch. Sighing, and preparing for the worst, you slowly shook him awake.

Tomura opened his eyes to seeing your face hidden by a mask, and sighed happily, allowing you to help him sit up. “H-how are you doing?” You asked nervously as he looked at your one eye, finding fear in it. He took a moment to remember the last seconds before he had passed out, and his eyes widened. Grabbing your mask and ripping it off, he proved his memories correct as he stared at your worn out, beat up, beautiful face. God, how were you still gorgeous after all that had happened?

“Never better.” He began to smile, still shocked as you grinned nervously. “I’m guessing you have questions... and I understand that. Ask me anything, anything at all! I swear on my life I’ll answer 100% truthfully.” Shigaraki looked at you, a smirk hidden in his eyes.

“So... tell me... Explain to me why... you’re you I guess. Why would Little-Miss-Perfect go edgy?” Shigaraki told you as you blushed before bringing your eyes back to make contact with his. “I... my dad, he hits us kids a lot. Like... too much if you get what I’m saying. One day he hit me too hard and I snapped. I killed a few guys, and I realized that murder was the only way to be able to release all my anger. I tried to stop myself, but if I didn't kill someone, I knew I would snap. I mean, I had to be Little Miss Perfect all the time, so I had to release my anger some way. Eventually, I got a mask and decided to make a name out of myself and my new hobby.”

Shigaraki’s eyes almost shined as you continued to talk to him, finally feeling like he was getting to know you, the one thing that he had desperately wanted. “Anyways, when Dabi found me, my dad had stabbed me with this small knife he had in my hip on one of the burns he gave me when I was younger, and I ran outside because I saw you all. Dabi saw me, and I guess he took pity on me and helped me since he recognized my mask as a villain’s.” When you were done, you looked up nervously at the smiling man next to you, before he began to frown. “Wait, your dad is Endeavor. He... hit you?” Shigaraki asked, now very worried for you. How could someone ever lay a finger on your adorable self?

“Yea, like... a lot actually.” You pulled your sweatshirt down to reveal your shoulder blade, a large purple bruise on it. “That one is from when I snuck out to go to a party. When I got home, he purposely shook the ladder I was using and I fell onto the pavement from two stories high. He didn’t even help me, and left me out there all night in the cold rain with a fractured arm.” Shigaraki stared at the bruise, and then at your lips, as if he could see the past that you were describing to him. “I’m... I’m so sorry, I had no idea.” He murmured, feeling regretful and guilty.

“H-he put a blade in my shoe once at Shoto’s birthday party when he was mad at Shoto. He hot glued a blade to the edge of my shoe and made me walk around with it in my for four hours straight, but after two hours I passed out and was sent to the family doctor. Shotie told me after that Shoto had threatened to take me away from my father, and then my father did that to prove that he owned me. My father never intended to let me leave his watch until he died, since all of his children that left the house had rebelled against him, or in his words, “disobeyed and became rebellious souls”.

By now, you were weeping as you remembered the thousands of traumatizing memories involving your family. You showed Tomura the bottom of one of your feet to reveal lines where you had gotten stitches. “H-he made me keep the shoes just as a reminder to never rebel against him, and to show me that he owned me.” Before Shigaraki could react, you pulled him close and buried your face into his chest. In response, Shigaraki pulled you close, focusing on keeping his pinkies far out. At this point he might as well cut one of them off.

“And... I remember when I was young and my parents were arguing and I saw him punch my mother to the ground. I made the mistake of yelling at him to stop... I can’t forget it, how my mother was screaming, begging him not to hurt her angel as he walked towards me, grabbed me with one of his hands, and burnt my hip. I remember the pain, how I passed out from it. He dropped me to the ground on my head, and then left me. My mother had to get up and bring me to the family doctor to get treated, and it scared.” You brought up your sweater to reveal the large burn mark on your hip.

Without controlling his hands, he brought four of his fingers to touch the distant mark on your smooth skin. Anger was boiling through him at this point. How dare someone make such marks on your perfect body. You began sobbing into his shirt before he tilted your chin back with his finger to make you look at him. “Hey, he can’t hurt you anymore. I’m not going to let anybody hurt you like that ever again on my watch, and that’s a promise.” He assured you as you gave him a small smile before nestling you face into his shoulder, finding peace snuggled up with him.

“Where’d Kurogiri go? I could swear I heard his voice somewhere in my sleep.” Shigaraki asked as you grinned, still nestled into his shirt. “He went to get ice chest from the basement, after he recommended that I wake you up.” You explained before beginning to fall asleep on top of the guy below you. Shigaraki smiled at the thought of you finding security with him, before almost snickering out loud. There wasn’t an ice chest in the basement, it was in the kitchen. Kurogiri was one sneaky bastard.

As Shigaraki began to comb his fingers in your soft white hair, he found himself being overcome with his thoughts. You both knew that it was dangerous for him to touch you with his destructive hands, but you still let him. If anything, you encouraged it. Shigaraki couldn’t help but remember what Chisaki had said to him, and he frowned, glancing sadly at you. He hated how your father, someone who was supposed to love you, had hurt you, and him, someone who could very possibly hurt you, loved you. Such a scenario caused you to always be at risk, but Shigaraki knew deep down in his heart that he’d never hurt you.

But accidents happen, don’t they? Of course, he never would intentionally, but what about an accident? No, Shigaraki wouldn't allow himself to think such thoughts that struck true fear in him. You needed him, and if it was just pulling you closer or running his hands through your hair, Shigaraki would allow himself that pleasure. You were starving for love after all, and he knew that he could help you. He had already fallen for you, might as well go full out and fall in love with you.

Shigaraki found you interesting, mysterious, and even more intriguing now though. You weren’t just some stranger villain girl with a nice voice, but the daughter of the top pro hero in the world who had turned to the dark side of life. You had been through abuse, trauma, and now near kidnapping. And yet, he knew that you had one of the most innocent and kind souls. You had helped him when cut his finger on glass, and then saved his from Chisaki. He owed you his life, so the least he could do was let you rest on his chest if it brought you peace.

Little did Shigaraki know that you found him a stress-reliever, so matter if he had threatened to kill you earlier that night. Each breath he took was a reminder of his arms wrapped around you, and each thumb of his heart told you that it would be okay in the end. God, you were in love with this man, and yet all your nervous little heart could do was lay on his chest.

As you looked up to look at his sleeping face, you caught him looking down at you, expecting you to be asleep. Blushing and without control of your bodies, he pulled you closer as you two drew to a long kiss. It was sweet, warm, and so comforting. Smiling, you kissed again and again before swinging your arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms tighter around your body, and you fell asleep on his chest finally, noticing how his heart beat had picked up immensely.

The time came to be ten am when you woke up, seeing that Shigaraki was still asleep. You smiled, remembering the past night before slowly getting up, removing yourself from his tight grip around you. You kissed his nose before going to the kitchen, jumping to see Kurogiri watching you. “Good morning Shiro. I’m guessing you slept well.” Kurogiri nodded your way as you smirked at him, realizing that he saw you kiss Shigaraki. “Why yes I did actually, what did you do all night?” You asked, remembering that he didn’t sleep. “Oh nothing much, just made a grocery list for Dabi and caught up on emails.” You looked on the counter to see a paper filled with items to get from the store.

“How about I get it? Toga and I can go! I haven’t left this place except for that terrible meeting last night.” You explained as Kurogiri pondered it. “Hmm, I guess you do stand out a little less than Dabi with no scars showing. If we add some makeup I’m sure you’ll be unrecognizable. Toga is asleep though, do you think you can handle it?” You nodded in response, smiling as Kurogiri pulled out a black ball cap for you to tuck your hair into, and handed you a scarf to wrap around the lower part of your face. “Lastly, I think you’ll need these. Those eyes are unforgettable.” Kurogiri joked, handing you colored contact lenses the shade of grey. You smiled sadly, reminded of Shoto. Was he worried about you?

“You alright dear?” Kurogiri asked, seeing your sad face as you put in the contacts. “Oh yes, I just miss my brother. I wish I could see him and tell him I’m alright, I know he would be okay with me going away. At least I would be safe, which is what he’s always wanted for me.” You explained as Kurogiri handed you the list, and gestured to the black jacket that Toga wore on her adventures out. “I’m sure you’ll see him eventually. Luck seems to be on your sides more times than not.” Kurogiri responded happily as you nodded, heading for the door.

You walked outside, through a few of the alleyways, and then out into the busy streets to the farmers market in the center of town. With the hustling of all the people around you, and the baseball cap hiding your hair with the scarf hiding the lower part of your face, you felt hidden from the world like a spy. You giggled at your own childish thoughts before turning a few of the streets, keeping your head low. It was true that you blended into the outside world like a charm, something that you had been nervous about.

As you finally entered the Farmers Market, you began shopping, enjoying the confrontation with other humans who had no idea who you were. It gave you the same comforting feeling as when you wore your villain mask, as to be hidden from the world with no way to trace your identity. Your bag began to fill with everything from the list, happily using your own cash to pay for everything. You had all the money someone could want stored at home, easily counting to a million in the handfuls of hundreds that you had stolen from your father over the years, and keeping it in your own personal backpack compartment.

You began to leave, before your eyes caught someone familiar from a far. It was your brother, stapling a missing poster to the lamppost nearby. You smiled, going to talk to him.

Shigaraki woke up to see that you weren't on top of him. He immediately sat up worried, looking around for you but not seeing you. Kurogiri was washing dishes, Dabi was eating cereal, and the two teenagers were laughing about something in the paper. “Where is she?!” Shigaraki asked frantically as Dabi smiled, liking seeing the man frazzled over his sister. “She went to the Farmers Market, do relax. She said she’d be back by ten.” Kurogiri explained as Shigaraki grew nervous. “You’re okay with this?! I thought you were protective of her!” Shigaraki yelled at Dabi as he rolled his eyes. “I am Crusty, but us three just woke up a few minutes ago. She left around eight.” Dabi explained as Shigaraki sighed frustratingly, turning to the tv to see the news.

It was the same thing, just Endeavor being interviewed alongside two other pro heroes Eraserhead and Present Mic, except now one of his sons was joining them. “Ahh, that’s Shoto Todoroki. He’s the one that Shiro is closest to, she told me about him. He was the one who wanted to take her away from their father.” Kurogiri commented as everyone listened to what Shoto was saying. “And what are you doing to help cope with your sister’s disappearance?” The interviewer asked the white-and-red-haired boy as he wiped a single from his cheek. “Ahh, I can only hope we find her. My father has promised that once she is found, she will come live with me and be able to live a few weeks and detox with Izuku and I. Daily, my boyfriend, my fellow friends and pro heroes, and I are looking for her. Like this morning, we are all going to the Farmers Market that Shiro and I used to go to when we were young to hang up posters and ask around about her.”

Immediately everyone turned to Kurogiri, immediate worry and fear in their eyes. “Oh god, she’s at the Farmers Market. It says that this interview was pre-filmed, that means he could be there now!” Kurogiri ran to the door, looking out to see no Shiro walking back. “He’s going to recognize her immediately, and she’s going to get caught.” Toga whispered to herself, grabbing her coat from the couch and beginning to put her shoes on. “They’re going to take her into custody, I just know it.” Twice muttered as Kurogiri punched the counter, receiving a surprised look from everyone.

“Shiro told me that Shoto has wanted his young sister to come live with him forever to escape the abuse. She won’t be able to explain to him that she enjoys it here, he won’t understand.” Kurogiri explained as a single tear wiped down Dabi’s cheek. “She’s... gone?” Dabi asked, leaning against the counter and beginning to cry. “Not yet! She’s not gone until we say she’s gone! Now pick yourself up, and let’s go look for her.” Shigaraki insisted, grabbing a hat, hoodie, and his shoes.

The gang made their way down the streets, splitting up to search everywhere and not seem so suspicious. Behind dumpsters, in the streets, and even behind the market stands. They simply couldn’t find her anywhere. Shigaraki began to lose hope, only imagining the worst. By six pm that night when things began to get dark, Kurogiri forced the gang to regroup. “If she turns up on the news, we will know. If she finds her way back to the lounge, we will know. For now, let’s just... try to relax.” As Kurogiri turned to lead them back to the Lounge, they couldn't help but feel so anxious. Especially Shigaraki, who felt as if he were going to drop dead or start balling that very second.

His girl was gone, just as he had finally gotten a kiss from her. The five made it back to the lounge, walking through with a sad look on their face. Suddenly, a certain smell made them run to the kitchen. There stood Shiro, her earbuds in, her hair damp and curly, and wearing one of Shigaraki’s long shirts that went to her thighs. She was cooking, and dancing at the same time, pretending that a spoon was a microphone. “Shiro!” Twice screamed, running to her and wrapping his arms around her, causing her to almost fall to the ground. “Oh my god, you’re okay!” Dabi was second to run and grab her, giving her a bone-crushing hug.

“I knew you’d be okay! I just knew it, you’re too smart to let them take you!” Toga wrapped her arms around your waist, lifting you up off the ground before lowering you. Kurogiri patted you on the head, ruffling your hair. “I’m so happy you’re okay kiddo, we were worried.” He explained as you smiled back, before turning to Shigaraki who just stood there, staring at you. Back in his dream, he had seen you wearing one of his shirts like you were doing now, and you looked just as sexy. “I... I didn’t think that I would ever see you again.” He whispered, his voice hoarse from trying not to cry. “Aww, you poor thing.” You whispered back, running to hug him tightly, standing on your tip toes. Shigaraki didn’t hesitate with he hugged you back, loving the feel of his body against yours.

“Gosh I told Kurogiri I would be back by ten, why were you guys so worried?’ You asked as everyone stared at you, unable to believe the situation in front of them. “We saw your brother say at the interview that he would be looking for you at the Farmers Market, so we came after you.” Shigaraki explained as Toga sat up on the counter, loving to watch you two creepily. “Did you see him? Did you see any of the other pros?” She asked as you nodded your head yes, thinking about your interaction with your brother.

You began to leave, before your eyes caught someone familiar from a far. It was your brother, stapling a missing poster to the lamppost nearby. You smiled, going to talk to him before his boyfriend walked next to him. “I was thinking, where do you think she is? Your father has already raided seven villain bases, and there’s not a trace of her anywhere.” Deku explained as Shoto sighed, nodding. “I know, it’s so frustrating. I know she’s hiding from him, and he’s doing everything in his power to find her. I just... I hope he doesn’t find her, because he’s going to make her life a living hell.”

You stepped back, surprised by your brother’s comment. He was right, you father would never let his eyes off of you ever again if he found you. Not to mention, he knew secretly that you had run away from him, not kidnapped. He had hurt you, and you had run as far as you could from him. “S-Shotie.” You squeaked as Shoto and Deku slowly turned to see you, their eyes as wide as possible. “S-Shiro?” Shoto responded, his eyes full of happiness and surprise. You ran into his arms, only to be hugged back by two guys in return. Deku had always been a friend to you.

“Maybe we should take this in the alley. Come.” Deku led you two to the nearby alleyway, before ruffling your hair. “God, you’re okay! I knew you would be! I mean, Shoto was more calm than I was because I thought you were kidnapped and he thought that you were safely just hiding but I knew you were alive!” Deku rambled as Shoto hugged you tightly as if he never was going to let go. He glanced in your hand to see a grocery list. “I knew it. I knew you were hiding from him. What did he do this time?” Shoto asked as you sighed, beginning to explain everything.

“He stabbed me with that small army knife he carries around, right in my hip.” You explained as the two guys looked surprised once more. “The burned one?” Deku asked as you nodded, receiving a gasp from the green-haired hero. “So I ran out and saw some... people nearby who I asked for help. They took me in, and right now I’m living with them. It’s really cool, because last night this guy who I really like kissed me and I slept on top of his chest. There’s the butler guy, and this girl who’s my age and this guy who’s a bit older who’s besties with me and the girl, and then the other guy who I like is really hot and he kinda runs the whole group.”

You explained, not wanting to give any of the villain details. “God, I’m so happy to see that you’re okay. You have no idea what Dad’s been doing. All of our house’s have been implemented with security cameras so he can see if we are hiding you. He’s also been having heroes like Hawks and Eraserhead and Present Mic all look for you. I told all of my friends not to look for you, but we have to say that we are on tv or else he will get mad.” Shoto took you by the shoulders, giving you the death stare.

“Shiro, whatever you hear on tv, please know that it isn’t true. Dad has no idea where you are, none of your siblings or my friends are looking for you, and he will never stop looking for you. Don’t trust anyone except your siblings, that group, and my friends. Got it?” Shoto asked as you nodded, smiling at him. Deku and Shoto hugged you once more, before beginning to walk back to the alley. “Oh, and Shiro?” Shoto called out as you turned to look at him. “Um, I’ll be here every Saturday if you want to... catch up. I can bring you money or like, something from home if you want me to.” Shoto smiled softly as you nodded before walking away and past the corner back to the Lounge.

“Wow! Your brother was lying, he’s really good!” Toga exclaimed happily, still overjoyed by your safety and security. “Yes, too good. If only he hadn’t of mentioned the Farmers Market, we might have been able to have lunch.” Twice smiled as you turned to the stove, revealing a pot full of noodles and a yellow sauce. “Sun dried tomatoes, some weird leaves I found in the fridge, cheese, noodles, and chicken! Bone apple teeth!” You smiled, returning to the stove to continue stirring it. “You mean the spinach?” Kurogiri asked as you nodded, giggling. Dabi rolled his eyes, remembering how his father forced every child to learn how to cook, but never the names of anything besides poisonous leaves and meat.

“Looks good.” Shigaraki murmured, hugging you from behind and not letting go. “Thanks, I’ve had a few hours since y’all have been gone for so long. I’m surprised I remembered how to make it, my mom used to make it all the time though. It might not be as good as hers, but the chicken is perfect and the sauce is soooo good. You wanna try it? I promise, the recipe is so g-” You were interrupted by Shigaraki lowering how hands from your waist to your ass, squeezing it strongly. “I wasn’t talking about the food.” You felt a blush creeping to your face slowly as your attention turned from the food to Tomura.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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“SHOULD I TRY?”

Gilly Lopez x Reader

Serie Index. Chapter 2.

Word Count: 3.6k

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. English isn’t my first language, I’m sorry if I have some mistakes with grammar. Gif isn’t mine.

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“She didn' called you, man?”, Angel falls down on the sofa, putting his legs on the table.

“Who are you talkin' about, uh?”, Traq asks interested.

“We met a girl last friday. She destroyed Angel's ego”. Coco laughs loudly having a seat at the left of Gilly. “Bonita y con carácter”. (Pretty and strong character)

“We all asked her for a drink, but she preferred our big guy”, EZ puts his hands on Gilly's shoulders to palm them, who doesn't look very delighted because he thinks you're not gonna call him. “I know her. Sometimes she buys at pops. Her name is (Y/N)”.

“She told me she works at a preschool. We can fin' her, if you wan', brother”. The proposition that Coco makes sounds crazy, 'cause he doesn't want to bother you and lost the least opportunity he can have.

Gilly sighs getting up refusing to do it. “Probably she only did it just to piss you off. I don't know why I have illusions”.

“C'mon, man! Don't treat yourself like that!”

“Yea', you're a good guy!”

“And pretty smart”.

“And you can fix everything. Literally. The man of the house!”

The guys try to cheer him up, but isn't enough. If he compares himself with them, he thinks that there's no game he can play. His insecurities and his poor self-confidence talk for him. ━━━━━━ ﹅ ━━━━━━ The ring above the door makes a soft sound announcing you, inside the shop. You're wearing a peaceful smile in your lips, waiting in the middle of the place to be attended. Felipe goes out of the warehouse, looking you through his glasses. He smiles too taking off the apron to hug you warmly.

“Que bueno verte, querida. ¿En qué puedo ayudarte?” (Good to see you, honey. How can I help you?)

“¿Crees que podrías darme el número de Ezequiel? Perdí mi teléfono hace unos días y necesito hablar con él”. (Could you give me Ezequiel's number? I lost my phone few days ago and I need to talk with him).

“Everything is ok?”, his voice turns worried, keeping his hands holding yours.

“Yes! Yes! We just... met last friday and I was talking with a friend of EZ. He gave me his number but... well, I'm a mess. What can I say?”

“Give me a second, sweetie”, he replies with a nod. He looks for a paper to write it, giving you once it's done.

“Me has salvado, muchas gracias”. (You saved me, thank you so much).

“Anything for you, mija”. ━━━━━━ ﹅ ━━━━━━ You feel ashamed. You have the phone in your hands and the chat with the Reyes opened. But you don't know how ask him for Gilly's number. They're gonna think you're dumb or something like. A heavy sigh goes off of your mouth, rubbing your eyes and laying the head on the sofa. Maybe it could be a good a idea go to the club. Well, everybody knows where it is. So, you're into it without overthinking.

You wear some comfy clothes; a jeans, crop-top and a pair of sport shoes. Light make up and the hair in a braid. With the headphones on, you walk out of home in your way to the MC. Walking helps you to think wich words you're gonna use to talk with him, now that you're sober and you feel a little shy. But arrive takes you less time than you expect. With a deep breath, you go to the junkyard's office because you know it's not allowed to follow the road to the clubhouse. A man with strange hands and a particular happy attitude receives you.

“Hi! Uhm... Is it possible to talk with... Gilly?”

“Oh, yes! You should be the pretty girl the guys talked about!” Your face turns with confussion while the man turns around to take the phone. “Pretty girl is here!” It's everything he says nodding energy. There's a small pause till he hangs up the call. “He's at the club. Come with me, I'll guide you, pretty girl”. (Meanwhile at the clubhouse).

“Yes, tell her to come”. Bishop hangs up the phone with a big smile in his face. “Man, this girl has two big balls”.

“Who is it, prez?”, Creeper asks.

“(Y/N)”.

Everybody at the room looks at Gilly, who is about to have a heartattack. The guys celebrate noisy palming his back, shoulders and nape. He's in some kind of shock, because can't believe you're there.

“I'll open the door, don't move”. Tranq laughs watching his facial expression, getting up of her couch.

“She is gonna freak out if she sees us all here”, Ez comments laying his back against the chair. You smile back with your hands inside the pockets of the jeans, following him downstairs. You can avoid to look everything around feeling a lot of curiosity about it. Only two minutes before findindg a metallic frontdoor with some mayans' symbols in it. It's opened by a man you didn't met before. More or less on his fifties, short hair and a lot of tattoos decorating his arms. His big. So big and tall he looks like one of those doormen of a nightclub. You're about to show him your identification to prove that you're an adult. But then, he smiles kindly.

“(Y/N), right? I'm Tranq. Welcome to the Mayans MC”. He's being courteus when he feels you're a little scared. Let's be honest. Nobody in their right mind would go to place where there are a lot of men, of whom you've heard that they traffic with drugs and kill people.

“Nice to... meet you”. This is everything you can reply, forcing a smile while he lets you some space to walk in.

There's a big yard with a boxing ring at the left and a sort of a parking where the motorbikes are parked. The house is in the middle. Blue walls and white fences, a little old. But you like it. Following the man, you decide to wait at the hall, outside, when he opens the door and you find the men in. Now you're more scared and start to think that you should have texted EZ. “Eh, Gilly, you have visit!” Tranq shouts, making you walk a step behind.

“My ego's still hurting!” Angel's voice appears in the middle of nowhere, causing everyone to laugh.

It wasn't a good idea to come. Maybe they were making jokes these days about you, like if you were able to be with one of them. Crazy thought. You sigh in silence, turning around to go downstairs, walking to the frontdoor. You wanna come home, feeling stupid like never before. You start to believe that maybe it was just a gamble to see who fucks with you first, and that's all.

“Hey!” Gilly calls you, trying to get your attention, but you keep walking. And he knows why. “Shit, Angel! I'm gonna fucking cut you into pieces!”

That sounds good, but you're not in the mood to stop, till he grabs you by an arm.

“Hey, wait! I'm sorry. He's an asshole”.

“It doesn't matter, seriously... I... I just... Forget it. I'm going home”. He stays on his feet looking at you incredulous, stopping you again.

“You came for a reason, don' you?”.

“Yes, before feeling like a clown to you all”.

“Wha-What?”

“I just... I just... lost my phone. And I went to the carnicería Reyes to ask for EZ's number, so he can give me yours. But then I thought ‘well, I could go and ask him, and maybe talk about something’, but... it was nonsense”. Your hands are gesturing more than normal, because you're upset and uncomfortable.

“To me has a lot of sense”. He purses the lips shrugging with the hands inside the vest' pockets. Has the same shy look he showed the night he asked you for a date. “Look, Angel has a big mouth, he doesn't thinks. But is a good guy. And you also impressed my boss. He thinks you're fucking crazy coming here”.

His last words make you doubt. Is it a compliment? The only thing is very cleat is that you want to hang out together, no matter the risks or the dangerous bullshit. And yes, maybe you're a little bit crazy, but that has its charm. You pull the long braid to your back without knowing what more you can say. “So... you still wanting my number?”

Of one of your pocket, you take the old iPhone you're using while have enough time to go and buy a new one. After type the pincode, you offer him with a softly smile. He holds it, moving his finger all over the small screen.

“Ready”. You listen, with your eyes in nowhere. Turning the attention to him you take it back. “What if... I pick you wednesday at seven?”

“Sounds good. I mean, yes, it's perfect”. The idea of having a date starts to be real and this gives you some nerves, like if you were a teen. “I live near of the bus station, we can meet there”.

“Great! I'll be at seven”. He repeats in case you didn't listen, before give you an unexpected hug. ━━━━━━ ﹅ ━━━━━━ You're not very convinced with the outfit, but seems like match the way he dresses. The long and vaporous black dress with white points, covering your knees and an opening to mid thigh and a neckline that highlights your clavicle. As shoes, one of those classic black Convers. Your hair is tie in a ponytail and the fringe perfectly blushed. Some light and natural make up finish it. You like it. You would use it to go out any night. And you hope he likes it too.

You're nervous feeling those butterflies people talk about, for first time since long time ago. With a small bag on your shoulder and a hand supported in, you walk with your eyes on your feet, taking your time till arrive to the bus station. It's almost seven and Gilly is there, when you're in the opposite sidewalk waiting for the green light to cross the road.

“Woah...” Is everything he says when you're finally together.

“What? Is it something wrong?” Your voice turn confused, looking your reflection on a big window some meters away.

“No, no! I mean... Woah, you look pretty”. He gets up from the hood of the car with a big and satisfied smile, before hugging you. He also kisses you loudly in the cheek, making you laugh.

“You smell really nice”. With a sigh, you confess.

“You like it?”

“Yes! A lot, actually”. Your cheeks turn into red ashamed, then he laughs back and it's a moment you would like to live forever.

“Ok, let's go. I thought could be funny go to the fair in Santa Madre. What do you think?”

“Yes! Sounds good! Never been there. At the fair, I mean”. You're talking too much, even your fingers are shaking softly. When you're about to take a seat, you find a medium wrapped box with a blue paper. “What's that?” You ask taking it, before get into the car.

“I don't know, take a look”. He shrugs innocently, taking his place next to you. The engine of the red Mustang roars with fury, starting to move at the same time you put the seat belt on your chest and waist. Leaving the bag on your foot, you unwrapped the present, finding one of the last iPhone they released. Your hands, holding it, fall on your lap.

“I can't accept it. It cost like... One thousand dollars, Gilly...”

“You can and you will. I want you can read my messages without gettin' blind”. He jokes on you, looking to your side for a while. You know there's nothing else you can say, so just simply hugs him and give a kiss on his cheek. “I didn’t know wich was your favourite color. I think you're more into green or purple, but I bought it white 'cause you look like heaven”.

“Dammit, Gilly!” You laughs again a little bit loudly.

“You didn't expected, uh?”

“No”. The laughter are matched inside the car, while you're opening to get the phone. It's really cool and you can't wait to change for yours.

“We can find a phone case in Santa Madre, if you want”.

“Yes! I don't wanna break it. And I'm also about to activate the findme! app. I didn't with my last one, but at least I have a backup of pictures and music”.

“I charged it for you, so you can configurate while where on the road”. ━━━━━━ ﹅ ━━━━━━ There is a lot of people in town. The night is falling on, the streets starts to fill with music, voices and laughs. It's beautiful than you could imagine. Everything seems so colorful with flowers of different types and size around the corners, decorating each lamppost in the main square. The fair gives you some melancholy about your life in Tijuana and his populars fairs in summer.

“You wanna eat somethin'?” You come out of your reverie when his voice claims your attention.

“Yeah, sure, uhm... What about that foodtruck?” You point it with a finger, some meters away. The smell of french fries with bacon and cheese is calling you. Your mouth waters.

“Pretty girl has decided”.

“Don't call me like that!” You laugh giving him a softly clap on his shoulder. “Who chose it, ah?”

“Actually, it was a thing between Coco and me. He called you ‘bonita’, I said ‘pretty’, and that's the story”.

“Good god, what a shame...”

“Oh, come! Si eres bonita, eres bonita”. He smiles at you, taking your hand to turning into your feet, while the skirt of the dress dance in the air for a moment. Unexpected, his arms ends on your shoulder, taking you closer to him. You don't wanna let him go and he doesn't seems either.

Waiting in line to order the dinner, Gilly's phone starts to ring. He takes out of the pocket rolling his eyes. You don't wanna see who is, but because of the reflection you read ‘Angel’. He makes you a sign with a finger, walkin away some steps to answer it praying for the MC doesn't need him this time. “¿Qué puedo servirle, señorita?” (What can I serve you, miss?)

“Oh, ahm... Dos cajas grandes de patatas con queso y bacon, por favor. Y... dos limonadas, gracias”. (Oh, ahm... Two large boxes of french fries with cheese and bacon. And... two lemonades, thank you).

Gilly walks next to you, holding the phone between his shoulder ans his ear twisting the neck slightly, to give you some money. You shake your head raising a hand, giving your credit card to the man who is attending you. “Is everything ok...?” You inquired low, waiting for the order.

“Just the guys wanting to know how is going”. He replies with the same low tone. Then, you point the phone asking him to take it. He looks at you with incredulity, turning his face into a gesture more funny. He gives it you without doubting.

“Hey, you asshole, if you keep botherin Gilly I'll destroy something more than your ego”. You've been so brave till you start to listen more than one laugh. The speaker in the other side is on. Shit. Your date is laughing too because your threat, taking the order and your credit card. “So... Now you... all know... Adiós! You hang up the call, putting the phone inside the pocket of his jacket with you lips pursed.

“They're gonna think I'm crazy”.

“Yep, but I like it”.

Finally you two seat on a bench, leaving the drinks between both. You're hangry, he's too, so eat in silence looking around you. But it isn't uncomfortable, you're having a good time.

“Where 'you from? 'Cause you don't sound like american”.

“Tijuana”.

“Really? So, you speak spanish”. You nod sipping of your lemonade, leaving away the empty box.

“Yeah, I came here two years ago for work. I teach spanish in a prescholar. It's kinda fun actually”.

“Bonita e inteligente”. He says proud of his accent and his words.

“What is your job supposed to be?”.

“I... I don't wanna... lie 'you, (Y/N)”.

“Then, make up the truth. You know, everybody talks in Santo Padre. Mayans MC makes the rules”. He sighs putting down his eyes, taking a time to choose the right words. He doesn't wants to scare you. His life isn't easy and maybe he hadn't cared before, until he met you.

“I'm a mechanic”, he says finally looking at you. “And... sometimes, I ship to other cities”.

“Like FedEx?” You joke, trying to ket him know it's ok. He laughs nodding.

“Yeah, but kinda... more dangerous”.

“So, you're the FedEx extreme, woah, sounds interesting”, you say resting one leg on the other, with the drink supported on your lap.

“I don't wanna scare you, (Y/N)”.

“I'm from Tijuana! How you could?”

“Ya' know... It's not actually the same...” Another sigh goes down. It feels like he thinks don't deserve something like you're about to create. “I would be okey if you don't wa...”

“But I want, Gilly”. You interrupt him, turning a few your body till you're face to face. “I want this”. Then, you point the small distance between both to highlight the reference. “And you don't have to tell me anything you want, or anything you can't. It's okey, Gilly. That doesn't count as ‘secrets’.”

“Okey, but if one day y...”

“I said no”. You take him with an arm on his shoulder to leave some kisses on his cheek. ━━━━━━ ﹅ ━━━━━━ The date was perfect. He also won you one of those big teddies of a dog; bigger than you. So you were walking to the car performing your best of Agnes with his unicorn (of Despicable me). He was laughing because it's one of his favourite movies.

The engine stops when you arrive to your house. Lights on. Your house-mates looks through the window with knowing looks. You lay against the seat asshamed, covering your face with both hands. You love Gilly's laugh, but there's nothing funny at this time.

“I would like to tell you to come, but... my own crew is waiting”. You say in a whisper with redded cheeks.

“Mine too, you know. So, uh... buenas noches”.

“Buenas noches”.

This is uncomfortable. The unknowing about kissing or not. You want. He wants. But it's the typical moment of two teenage with their first kiss. Gilly took the step of asking you out, so it's your time.

You press your lips against his and it takes just one second to make them fit in perfectly harmony, like two pieces of a puzzle. It tastes good, more than you can imagine. He leaves a hand on your waist pushing you softly next to him, while your hands travel to his nape. It feels better than expected, with your tongues fighting softly. And you only put yourself away when shortness of breath is too evident.

“Good night”. You say before giving him one last kiss and taking the huge teddie to walk back home.

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