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miguelhugger2099 · 2 months

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What a Man!

Summary: Your past experiences with other men had left you with scars. Scars that show in your lovely relationship with Miguel. Art by AndalusiaLu on twt <<Prev

Miguel x GN!Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Drabble

It had been quite a few months since your relationship with Miguel had blossomed into something beautiful and real. He really was different from everyone else and you couldn’t be luckier. Miguel would often disagree, he thought he was the lucky one to end up with someone like you. Kind, intelligent and headstrong as well as so loving. You were the prettiest package to him. You tried your very best not to screw things up. You don’t know what you’d do if you said something or did something to make Miguel not want you anymore. So you remained diligent, making sure that Miguel was happy with you and that he stayed happy. Despite your best efforts to hide the ugly side of you, it managed to creep in the more you were with Miguel. It became harder to hide, slipping through the cracks of the facade you kept up. It started with him arriving home late. Miguel at some point had asked you to live with him, which you declined and eventually settled on visiting and having sleepovers at his place as a compromise. It was still technically early in the relationship. At first when he would come home late, you’d be worried sick wondering if this was good for his health or if he’d get home safely when he’s so tired. Miguel would trug through the door and you’d be at his side as soon as you heard the click. His tired eyes brightened seeing you, wrapping his arms around your waist and trying not to rest his entire body weight on you. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” He murmured in your hair, one arm around your waist and the other going around your shoulders. He breathed in the smell of your shampoo and lotion, his body nearly melting on top of you. You returned his hug with a tight squeeze, the worry in your heart subsiding and replaced with a warm feeling. “It’s okay. I wanted to stay up to see you.” You snuggled closer to his shoulder, his cologne gone after a hard day's work and only leaving a lingering smell along with his natural scent. “No, no, that’s not right. I don’t want you to get big ugly giant eyebags like me. You’re too gorgeous.” Miguel lifts his head up and stares down at you, sleepiness evident in his eyes but his will to see and feel you are stronger. You smile softly and reach up to cup his cheek which he leans into. “I think your eyebags add character.” You giggle and he chuckles along with you. “Really. I don’t mind.”

Miguel’s hands go down to squeeze your hips. “Well I mind. You deserve proper rest. C’mere, off to bed. I’ll join you in a bit.” He takes your hand in his larger one and leads you to his bedroom. What was once very plain and sleek now had little trinkets of your things around like your hairbrush, your favorite candles and a half empty water bottle. Hell, even a new blanket Miguel had bought you along with some extra clothes and pajamas. You practically lived here. After Miguel had washed up in the shower, he joined you in bed, collecting you in his arms and running his hands up and down your back. He asked you about your day, what you had done, what you bought with his credit card–none, you told him– and any other things he might’ve missed when he was off at work. While you listed things off, Miguel listened with an attentive small smile. He focused on the way your lips moved, how your eyes looked up at the walls in thought and how your hands played with his chest hairs. Before falling asleep, he promised one thing. “I’ll do my best to come back home to you.” To your demise, Miguel continued to come home late. Each time he'd come home late he would apologize in any way possible. In kisses, extra cuddling time even when he’s exhausted and showering you in gifts. None of it was enough when he was gone most days and you only got maybe an hour with him before falling asleep. He was one of the top geneticists in his field, most likely number one. He was bound to be busy and needed everywhere. He can’t help it, you told yourself. It’s a taxing job. He’s not doing this on purpose. So why does it leave a sour taste in your mouth? Why does it bother you so much?

You grew anxious. Why couldn’t he just ask for more days off? Why is he so busy? What was the point of him finding a partner when he’s just too occupied from his job? You began to feel alone. His kisses started to feel weak, cuddling time was cut short and the gifts meant nothing after each apology. You tried pushing those thoughts aside. You were acting spoiled. Miguel basically threw his money and love at you and you’re taking it for granted. How selfish can you be? He’d be furious to know you’re using him like this–taking his gifts and whining about it. What if he’s lying? What if the job is just an excuse? Was there someone else? Is that why he’s going to bed faster? A few pecks on the lips before he passes out? Oh, how could you think that of him? He’s been nothing but burned out and trying his best. What would he do if he knew what you were thinking? He can’t. He won’t. So you do what you know best: you shut down. Your inner emotions conflicted with one another. One berating you and the other trying to convince you. You sucked up all your spilling emotions when Miguel came home late again. You met him at the door like always but this time a little slower, more hesitant.

Miguel drops his bag by the door like usual, taking off his coat and placing it down on a chair seat before looking at you. Like always, his eyes brighten up and he brings you in his arms for a hug. He feels himself recharge with you in his embrace but you just feel uncomfortable. The weight of your thoughts and feelings rest heavy in your chest and you slowly wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his chest and hoping to feel some comfort again. “I’ve missed you so much.” You hear Miguel mumble. “I know I keep saying this but I’m really sorry for coming home so late these days. You know I’d rather be here than anywhere else.” “Yeah. I’m sure you do.” You mumble bluntly before slipping out of his arms. Miguel feels his heart drop and confusion overshadow his exhaustion. He watches your back afterwards and there’s nothing he hates more than seeing you walking away from him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He chases after you, walking behind you as you walk into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. “Nothing.” You sigh and it’s quiet between you two except for the tap water running and filling your glass. Miguel’s eyebrows furrow. He can feel something’s wrong with you but he doesn’t know what. Did someone say something to you? “What’s wrong? Did you have a bad day at work?” He crosses his arms and leans back on the counter next to you. He notices how you purposefully look away from him, settling on just sipping from your cup. “No.” “Did someone say something to you?” “No.” “Did I do something?” “No.” You said more quickly this time. “Then can you tell me what’s wrong?” Miguel reaches out his arm to try and turn your cheek to face him but you shrug off his touch.

“I said nothing, Miguel.” You feel yourself grow irritated. You wanted to spill but you knew it would only lead to bad things. You didn’t want to start an argument and have it spiral into more arguments that would inevitably ruin your relationship. You take a few steps away from him until you hear Miguel call your name sternly. You pause in your tracks and for a moment, there’s fear. Is he going to yell? Miguel had never yelled at you but you’ve been yelled at before when being…difficult like this. You felt your heart start picking up speed and you held onto your glass tightly. You hear him call your name again, softly this time, but you still hear it as yelling. Miguel touches your arm and you quickly flinch, turning around and taking a step back. You look up at him, an apology about to drop from your lips. “I’m sor–” Your breath hitches. “Did I do something wrong?” He repeats again. Oh, he noticed your tone. “No, I’m–I’m sorry.” Miguel’s eyes soften, a knowing look as he tilts his head and says your name gently, coaxing the truth out of you. “Talk to me, cariño.” He whispers, now both heads coming up to cup your cheeks. You don’t know what to do. It was a risk to talk about what was bothering you, even as small as him coming home late, but it meant a lot to you. You miss him. You take the risk with a shake of your hands. “I…You come home late,” You start off slowly and he waits patiently. “It’s too much for me. Well… maybe not too much, I know how hard you work but it–” You take a deep breath. “It’s not enough. I miss you. I want to see you for more than just a couple hours in the morning and at night. I just want you to be here and I’m sorry if that sounds clingy of me, but it’s how I feel.” You feel your chest tighten up and look down, unable to meet his eyes and failing to see his face crumble. Miguel takes the glass from your hands and places it beside you on the counter. “C’mere.” He whispers, bringing you in a hug again. “And you promised me so it just feels extra bad, y’know? I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You bury yourself in his arms. Miguel shushed you. “Don’t apologize. I should be the one apologizing.” “But you did–you have–” “And yet here we are. I made you cry.” You didn’t notice the way your tone got more nasally or how you hiccuped and sniffled–all of your tears getting soaked up by his collared shirt. “Are you mad?” You ask. Miguel pulls away to wipe away your tear stained cheeks.

“Jesus, no I’m not mad. How could I be mad at you?” You sniffle when his thumb swipes across your cheekbone. “Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” You shrugged. “You promised and I just…I dunno. I felt like it wasn’t my place to tell you to work less just because I felt lonely.” You try to look away but Miguel doesn’t let you. “I don’t know any other way to tell you this but you are equally as important as my job–maybe even more. You never mentioned that this was bothering you. I could’ve asked for less hours.” “I didn’t want you to get mad at me or think I’m spoiled.” “Baby, it’s my job to spoil you.” Miguel smiles and playfully pinches your cheeks, making you mutter a small ‘ow’ and grin. “I’ve just been taking so much time because everyone there looks at me for answers and advice and other bullshit so they make me oversee everything. But if you want me home, then I’ll come home. Just say the word and I’ll do anything you ask of me.” His tone is soft, as soft as it can be with his deep voice. “That’s a lot of power.” You joke. “It’s yours. I’m yours.” He leans his forehead on yours. “So you’re not mad?” “Not even a little.” “And you’re gonna be coming home earlier?” “Starting tomorrow.” Your smile widens. “Are you sure this is okay? I don’t want you doing things just because I said so.” Your smiles wavers and you slide your arms around his neck. Miguel leans down to pepper kisses along your cheeks, wanting to see you smile more. “Trust me, this is more than okay. A gift even! A couple less hours of work to spend time with the most beautiful, stunning, outstanding, and amazing person in the entire world.” With each compliment, he leaves a giant kiss to your cheeks, forehead, nose and even your chin.

The next day, Miguel comes home way earlier than usual, just when the sun is setting. With more energy than before, he picks you up in his arms and lifts you off the ground after dropping his things to the floor. He runs to the bedroom with you in a fit of laughter, the sound making his heart drum against his chest. He jumps in bed with you, his weight nearly crushing you but you still laugh anyway. “Stop! No outside clothes on the bed!” Miguel smothers you with his lips. “We can clean the sheets later. Let me finally spend time with you.”

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #atsv x reader

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ackermans-posts · 2 years

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︎︎ — 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄? 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄?

feat: stepdad!toji fushiguro x f.reader

contents: stepcest, corruption, shower sex, stepdad toji, fingering, degradation, overstimulation, squirting, daddy kink, use of petnames, slight exhibition kink,

“hello? someone in here?” you jump at the noise, quickly removing your fingers from your aching heat as the pounding against the door continues. you rinse your fingers under the showerhead, multiple thoughts mulling over your head. were you being too loud? what would’ve happened if he didn’t knock? red flushes your face with the embarrassing thought.

“t-toji?,” you call, praying he didn’t need anything from the bathroom, praying he'd go away,

instead, the click of the door opening registers through your brain and seconds later your stepdad is walking in, nothing but a towel around his waist. your cheeks redden, and suddenly you hope the glass doors are foggy enough to not see your naked figure, to cover the fact your thighs are rubbing against each other at the new ache building between your legs.

but no, you can almost feel him staring daggers right through your body, the doors suddenly nothing but a useless distraction. “toji?” you whisper, finding an urge to cover yourself.

“sorry if i startled you, hun,” he murmurs, his deep voice like silk and honey, “jus’ need to pick something up from the shower,” then he’s walking towards you, sliding open the doors and stepping inside, his statue so tall you feel like an ant compared to him.

you’re at a loss for words, the only thing you can manage to do is stare, not only at his face but at his sculpted body — a god is the first thing that comes to mind. toji can’t help himself too, the way your nipples perked up when he came in is revealing the need to shove his step-daughter against the wall and fuck the life out of her.

“actually,” he drawls, the sound snapping you out of your little haze, “you wouldn’t mind if i showered with you, huh?”

your legs buckle, “w-what?,” you croak. you’ve never showered with a guy before, especially not the man that’s supposed to be your father figure. he chuckles, removing the towel that was around his waist and placing it on the handle. you gape, and you might’ve actually fallen to the floor.

“easy, darlin’,” he soothes, his fingers lift your chin towards his face, “i’m runnin late for a meeting, it’s faster this way. you wouldn’t want me to miss it, no?”

of course you don’t want him to miss it, so you opt for a nod, not missing the way he grins, tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear. “good girl, can daddy get a lil kiss?” he whispers, running soap down your back. a whimper escapes you, and he senses your hesitation, the way you want to fill that gap but don’t know if it’s the right thing to do. his lips can’t help but stretch into a smile, he wants to ruin that fleeting side of you.

toji grips your hips, leaning in against your ear, “it’s okay, pretty girl. families do this all the time,” he taunts, allowing you to melt into his hold. your breaths come out small pants, secretly wanting it as much as he does. “t-they do?” you ask, so innocent and obedient. he nods, and you give in, starting off with a peck on his lips before licking and pulling it, getting a taste. he groans, loving but having enough of your experiments. slipping his tongue into your mouth, a half growl leaving his throat as yours meet his, a hot — wet sweep that has you whimpering and wanting more.

toji pulls away, turning you around to have your back tight against his chest. “t-toji,” you cry, and he shushes you, his hands dragging down your body instead. one stops at your nipple, gently squeezing and pulling on your bud until you’re shaking under his grasp — the other hand lowering and lowering until he reaches the pounding ache that’s been hurdling you since before he even walked in.

“d-do families do this too?” you whimper, feeling his lips leave sensitive kisses on your neck. his fingers gently rub against your clit in small languid circles, feeling your arousal drip from his hands to your thighs, covering your body, “of course, baby,” he murmurs, “daddies always take care of their little girls, don’t they?” you believe him, and he’s shoving one, two fingers inside your sloppy cunt, fingering and scissoring you until you can barely hold yourself up right.

your cries and moans fill the shower, and toji has to wrap a hand around your mouth, grunting profanities in your ear. “gotta keep that pretty mouth shut, angel. don’t want your mother walking in and seeing what a slut you are, yeah?”

you nod, doing your best — but how are you supposed to keep quiet when his fingers are shoving into your pussy at rampid speed — his palm rubbing against your clit at every thrust, you feel a ramp building in your stomach, one that’s begging to burst with every passing second, and holy fuck it’s not like the other ones, this more sharp and pleasureful and you could die if it’s not fixed.

you can’t help but scream, back arching against toji’s chest as your hands grip his forearms, “i-i can’t. toji please— fuck, s’ too much f’me!” you cry, yet that only forces him to tighten his grip over your mouth and increase his speed on your poor cunt, fingers hitting your sweet spot over and over again he’s shushing you against your ear; murmuring sweet praises of encouragement.

“shh, that’s it. this is how daddies’ takin care of you. you’re my sweet girl, you can take it,”

and the knot breaks, your pussy gushes all over his fingers and your thighs, a sharp light blinds you in a daze— and he’s still fingering you, forcing you down that orgasm just to get back up again. you can’t take it, tears running down your face from the overstimulation of it all, “please! toji- s’ too much!”

he chuckles, slowly pulling his fingers out of you with a groan, loving how your pussy still sucks him in despite your pleas. he grips your face, pulling down on your lip. “can’t break you just yet, princess. m’ not done with you”

dumbly nodding, you hide your face in his neck, still coming down from that intense high. your hands slowly roam, tracing down his lower abdomen to the thick length hard against him. you bite your lip, forcing a whimper down your throat. he grunts, stopping your hand.

“can i take care of you too? please?” you whisper, raising your face to look at him. he chuckles, the sound dark and grating, “do you want this cock down your throat or in your tight pussy?”

you must’ve turned 50 shades of red at that question — but knowing which answer you’re choosing, you flush, taking his large hand and placing it over your cunt, hoping that’s answer enough. toji grins, broad and wide before abruptly gripping the back of your neck and shoving you to the wall. he kicks your legs open and leans above you, pressing his chest to your back so close, your breasts are squished against the wall.

“say it, my sweet slut. say you want your daddies cock inside you,” he growls, grabbing hold of his dick and lining it up your entrance, rubbing the tip thru your folds, just teasing. you whine, pushing your ass back to him in hopes of the head slipping through your pulsating hole.

“i-i want it inside me, please”

“that’s not what i asked, darlin” he drawls, rubbing your clit with his length, “but fine, better hold onto something, then,” not another warning before the entirety of his girth thrusts inside of you, the force so strong you almost slipped without the grip he has on you. a throaty groan leaves him as he starts slowly at first, letting you adjust to his size. you mewl, already starting to fuck yourself back on him.

“it’s like daddys dick was made for you, princess,”

#toji fushiguro #toji smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n

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casanovawrites · 5 months

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random sentence prompts ━ from various tv shows, part 5

i’m sorry i wasn’t here, not just tonight, but every day. i haven’t been here. i know that now.

i know that you just needed me to listen, to hear you.

maybe you should take a break. and… get help.

where did you find that kind of courage?

i thought if i just kept my head down and followed the rules, everything would be fine.

these people kill with false hope.

sometimes what's painful in the moment is what gets you where you need to go.

i enjoy being better at things than everyone else.

i haven’t felt at home in this world.

remember, i’m still betting on you.

okay, but what about me? i’m not ready.

i would give anything to not give a shit, but i do.

time to forgive yourself, kid. you got a future. you gotta see that now.

some nights are so damn dark. and then they still manage to get darker.

every time i try to make something right, i always hurt someone.

it’s like i was living for the first time. and once you feel that, you’ll do anything to keep feeling it.

i don’t want you guys to die for me.

i got my rep as the strong, silent type to think about.

we have to be brave in this life we have, simply to exist now.

they can’t hurt me. there’s no one left that i love.

fuck you, you really hurt my feelings.

all we have is what we carry on our backs.

do you trust me or not?

that’s the thing. if they don’t know it was a lie, they get to just live.

i wanted to be brave. i wanted to be more like you.

i’m not brave. i’m a shit person who does shit things because i don’t give a single shit about anything.

so you feel like you didn’t do enough then, now you have to do everything for everyone.

your head is shoved so far up the future’s ass, you’ve completely abandoned the now.

i haven't had a family in a long time, but i have one now.

i fucked it up because i’m fucked up.

you want me to be scared of you. but i’m not.

you shouldn’t come in here. it’s not safe. i’m not safe.

you’re like the most put together person i know.

you can be charming when you’re not angry or hungry.

i didn’t ask for you to rescue me. you did that, for you.

i’m normal. this is what normal looks like when you’ve had my fucking life.

i don't think it's something you get away with. you still have to live with what you've done.

i’m in this now, and i need to know everything. you owe me that.

how come you never choose me?

you had the guts to do something brave.

people go through all sorts of stuff, bad things, and they don’t tell anybody.

i worry myself, too.

i just know that i need to make my life count. it’s all i can do.

might’ve been shitty parents, but they’re still your parents.

when we get there, we’ll be different. we’ll be ready.

you missed me that much?

a lot of hope is dangerous.

i don’t wanna be who everybody thinks i am here.

it’s the things we love most that destroy us.

you're a good person even with all your bad qualities.

see? we’re good together.

you really think the world’s gonna end?

i’d like for the time i have left on this earth to mean something.

i don’t give a shit anymore. i just want to be a good person.

what if you just want something, and you want it so bad?

i guess we both got what we wanted.

you’re a fucking creep, i’m a fucking catch.

we walked into the darkest place there was, but we did it together.

you’re not bored. your heart’s broken.

i don’t pity you, like at all. i wish i was like you.

she took me straight into the fog of war.

you don’t know everything. and you can’t control me.

you can lie to everyone else, but you can’t lie to me.

you’re fucking badass.

i love you. can you handle me saying that?

i make a habit of expecting the worst so i won’t get hurt.

i know this is too little, too late, but i’d really like us to be friends.

i sure hope you catch me when i fall.

why focus on what’s wrong and not what’s right?

your lies, you can’t even keep track of them.

love is a kind of killing, and none of us get out alive.

maybe something good can come from something bad.

there’s something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls.

remember half an hour ago when you wanted to murder me?

that’s all we are the whole time, shells with nothing inside.

please, can you just talk to me? anything you need, just say the word.

i keep blaming everyone, but it was me. it was my fault.

yeah, maybe fire and gasoline can hang out.

it is so easy to find yourself in dark places.

what’s right is that i feel something for you that i just don’t feel anywhere else with anyone else.

i’m going to have to take that risk.

you said it yourself, you don’t remember what happened. is it so hard for you to believe you might be innocent?

you know what the worst part is? i really thought i had good instincts.

you’re right, you don’t owe me shit, but i’m asking you anyway.

i could’ve been nicer. i could’ve been less of a monster.

we grew apart from each other. we’re two different people now.

you’re both sad and lonely. you’re a perfect match.

maybe we just needed to work through the bad to get to the good.

you were right. everything is cursed.

god, you are so gruesome.

you take me for everything i’m worth.

it’s okay if you’re scared.

are you trying to get me to forgive and forget?

#sentence prompts #*#ask meme #ask prompts #rp ask meme #rp sentence memes #rp starters #sentence starters #rp sentence starters #meme

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joshlmbrt · 5 months

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NOW PLAYING;

♫ TRACK 2; OUT OF THE WOODS. (gator tilman’s verison)

. 1:03 ──⚬──── 3:45 .

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warnings; secret relationship, ‘cheating’ - you’ll see what i mean, this isn’t canon - besides Gator being sort of a jerk and Roy being an awful father. also, i do use heck (please don’t laugh😭) because i try to make my one-shots as clean as i can!

an; this just felt perfect to me, i’m sorry if you don’t like the secret relationship trope! but i hope you all enjoy! this is also longer than any other ones i’ve made - which is a shock.

requested by; @stevesxyellowxsweater

photo creds; @yourfavoritewitchbitch - thank you so much for the photo!!!

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'REMEMBER WHEN WE COULDN’T TAKE THE HEAT? I WALKED OUT & SAID ‘I’M SETTING YOU FREE’. . .’

NOVEMBER 11th, 2019.

“Charlotte, I’ve already told you, I’ll call you when I get there.” Gator huffs, tossing a duffel bag into the back seat.

His hand was already grabbing the blueberry flavored vape from his pocket, inhaling deeply. His eyes stay on her bare finger.

“Do you have to go?” She pinches her brows together, crossing her arms over her chest as she looks into the back seat.

As if you cared.

"Yes. I do. I’ll be back in time for Dad’s cookout.”

“Promise?”

He hums in agreement, smoke bellowing out into the warm breeze. She coughs, waving her hand in front of her face, nose scrunching.

“Alright. . . Be careful.” She nods, brown hair falling over her shoulder.

“I will. Call Dad if you need anything.” He makes his way towards the driver side of the Sheriff’s car.

He needed to make the excuse look good and believable. And that’s the only way he could.

Shutting the door and starting the car, he’s quick to drive out, dust kicking up behind his wheels.

He finally lets a small smile break over his face, one hand gripping the wheel as he reaches for the cold can of Mnt. Dew.

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“I’ve missed you.” You breathe out, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him close. He chuckles a bit, dropping his duffel bag into the chair before his hands meet your sides.

“I’ve missed you more.” His lips press a couple of kisses against your temple and forehead.

You giggle as they travel down to your cheek, leaning back from him and sliding your hands to his cheeks. “Okay, okay. Have you ate anything today?”

“I did have-"

“Besides beef jerky,” You lift your brows. His lips rub together, eyes glancing away. “That’s what I thought. I have some biscuits in the stove and I can heat up some gravy.”

You pull away from him and step into the kitchen. “You know, I didn’t have enough time to eat a full meal because I was trying to hurry.”

You place a pot on the stove and grab a packet of gravy - it was quick. He needed to eat something other than spicy jerky. “Not my fault your fathers a-”

“Don’t talk about him,” He’s quick to snap - quick to defend a man who could care less about his son. The only time he really cares is if he needs something. Then Gator is all for doing whatever dirty work his father wants done so his hands stay clean. “You don’t know him.”

“Yeah, because you’re too scared to tell him what you want. Now you’re engaged-"

“We are not engaged. She doesn’t even wear her ring and I see men leaving in and out all that time.”

“-To someone who doesn’t make you happy. Heck, I don’t even know if I make you happy. Especially since you’re so scared to stand up for yourself and what you want.”

This is a back and forth you both always have. Sometimes three times a day and it’s exhausting to you.

He might’ve thought having a secret relationship on the side was exciting, but you didn’t think it was all too exciting.

Hands rub up and down your arms. “I’m sorry,” It’s the same thing he always says. “I just. . . want to-”

“Make him happy,” You cut him off, finishing the sentence. “I know. It’s fine.”

He frowns a bit, staring at the pot of gravy.

“I love ya,” He says, just because he feels like it and he feels like you need to hear it. He also wants to hear the words.

Because he barely hears them.

“You know that, right?”

You pull the pot away and onto the cool eye to let it cool down. You turn, placing your hands against his chest. “I do. . . And I love you too. I’m just exhausted of all this hiding.”

“I know. I know, I am too. Trust me,” He cups the side of your neck, the pad of his thumb resting against your jaw. You lean your head into his touch, eyes slowly closing. “I’m sorry.”

Your eyes open slowly now, glancing up at him from beneath your lashes. “It’s okay. . .” Your hand pats his chest softly. “Sit. I’ll get your food.”

He smiles a bit, although it’s a bit sad. He nods, turning away and sitting at the table. Soon enough, there’s two crumbled biscuits and gravy placed in front of him with a glass of fresh orange juice.

“There ya go.” You stand next to him, hand resting on top of his gelled back hair.

“Thank you.” He glances up at you.

You smile, leaning down and press a kiss to his forehead. “No problem.”

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NOVEMBER 20th, 2019.

The small Thanksgiving dinner Roy had so lovingly put together, (he just wanted to look good - keep his name clean) was almost filled with everyone from Fargo, North Dakota.

Especially since Roy, himself, made everyone small invites and putting them in their mail.

Gator, who was sitting at a stranded table filled with plates that still had leftover food, was nervously twiddling with his cup. Mossy greens scanning the area for. . . someone who hadn’t showed yet.

Charlotte had went and helped some guy name Devin. Something about. . .

He didn’t know. He wasn’t paying attention - he never paid attention to her. Why should he?

It’s not her who he cares about.

Even if he tried to, he doesn’t think he could. Especially since most of the time he’s trying to hide himself away.

And with you, you never ask him to be less of himself. With you, he opens up, steps into the real person he is.

Not the one who has to keep up a character to withhold the family name.

And that is definitely what love was.

You.

You stepping into the dinner late with someone next to you. Someone who wasn’t him.

He didn’t like that. He didn’t like the feeling in his chest.

He was selfish. Most definitely selfish.

Because that should be him.

He watches as Roy steps up, shaking the man’s hand next to you, standing tall. The man smiles, gripping his hand, shaking once, before removing it and wrapping the arm around your waist.

The smile you give is weak, but they couldn’t tell.

But he could. He knew your tells - obviously.

He stands from his chair, the wood squeaking. Your eyes glance around, finding his. He stares at you for a moment before turning and walking away.

You clear your throat quietly, placing a hand against Mark’s chest and patting softly. He lets go of your waist. “I’ll be back.” Is all you say, making you way towards the direction Gator had taken off too.

The sound of horses whining catches your attention and you make your way quickly towards the sound.

You could see a distant blue light slowly lighting up before dying down. You sigh a bit, shaking your head as you make your way over.

“You need to stop doing that. You’re going to get popcorn lung.”

“Who was that?” You watch as he stuffs the vape into his pocket. The flavor had seemingly changed to a mango one this week.

“Mark. He works with you.”

“Below me apparently,” He clears his throat. “I’ve never seen him.”

You roll your eyes. “Gator-”

“Why are you with him?”

“He. . . He asked me if I was going. I didn’t want to say no and see him when I did show up.”

“You could’ve made an excuse or somethin’.”

“Honey,” You step closer. Your hand lands on his smooth cheek - the smell of after shave and mangoes invading your nose. “You know I’m not good at that. Excuses.”

He huffs out a laugh, nodding as he lets his head hang down. “Yeah. . . I know.”

You hum a bit, pressing your forehead against his. “Where’s Charlotte?”

“Off with some guy named Devin. Needed to help him do somethin’.”

You frown a bit, pulling yourself away. He glances at you, a small look of confusion crossing his pretty features. “I don’t like that she’s doing that to you.”

He smirks, his hand reaching for the vape in his pocket again, bringing it to his lips. “We’re not exactly any better.” There’s a small click and then a deep inhale from him.

“She started weeks before you did, Gator,” You point out. “No, it’s not okay. I’m not saying it is. You out of all people know how much I hate this,” You point at yourself then towards him. “But she’s with multiple guys. Why can’t. . . Why can’t you just leave her?”

He stares at you, turning his head away from your face letting out the smoke. He stuffs the green cancerous thing away into his pocket once again. He pushes himself off the side of the barn, stepping closer to you.

His hands grip your cheeks, pulling your face up. “Hey,” He watches your eyes slowly trail up and land on his face. He stares at you a moment, his thumb tracing under your eye softly. “Let’s leave.”

Your brows pinch together, staring up at him. “I thought-”

“Here. Fargo. North Dakota. Let’s go somewhere else.”

“Gator, you can’t just-”

“I can and I will. I don’t. . . I want to go somewhere where I can take you on dates, hold your hand,” He steps closer, watching as your lips part. “I want it to be us. I don’t want you to feel like a secret anymore.”

“You know that’s a lot, right? You’d be giving up your life here. . .”

“I don’t have a life here if we can’t be together. Happy.”

“Are you sure that. . . that is something you want to do? With me?”

“I’ve never been more certain.”

Your eyes stay trained on him for a moment before you’re turning to look over your shoulder at the people mingling all around.

“What do you say?”

You slowly turn and look at him once again.

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The passenger door shuts and you throw your bag into the back before leaning over and pressing a kiss to his lips.

You pull away and smile at him softly.

“Are you ready?”

Your eyes are glancing out the window at the small trailer before looking back at him and leaning back, pulling the buckle over yourself and clicking it in.

“Let’s go live.”

He smiles and nods, taking off and away from the trailer, dust picking up behind him.

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‘ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS? ARE WE IN THE CLEAR YET?’

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poseidonsdaughterthesiren · 2 months

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The Daughter of Poseidon: Chapter Five

Chiron dismisses everyone to their cabins for the night. Piper looks like a hostage as she follows the Aphrodite cabin.

Soon it is just Della and Jason. Della glances up at Jason whose eyes are examining her.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks. “You were pretty out of it earlier.”

Della smiles at him. “Yeah, I’m alright. I see I wasn’t far off with the Hercules bit…”

Jason laughs and runs a hand through her hair. Gods his laugh was a rich melody similar to the sea on a summer’s day. “Yeah, I suppose so…I guess that's what makes you Ariel?”

Della lets loose a cackle. “I’m surprised that made its way through the amnesia.”

Jason scratches the back of his head but his smile gets bigger.

“But I’ll let that nickname slide,” she giggles.

“And I’ll let Hercules slide,” Jason says. He holds a hand out to her.

“Deal,” They say in unison. Holy sea cows his eyes are spectacular.

Someone clears their throat in the distance. Annabeth stands with her arms across her chest and just a hint of a smirk across her features.

“Coming Beth!” she calls. She glances at Jason one more time. “Sorry, girl's night especially now that I’m leaving.”

“I get it,” he says, “have a good night.”

“You too Wonder Boy.” Della smiles and rushes off toward Annabeth.

Annabeth reaches a hand out to Della. The girls make their way towards the cabins. They reach Cabin Three and make their way inside. Della plops down on her bed and buries herself in her blankets. She lets out a content sigh.

Annabeth settles herself in Percy’s bunk across from her. She nestles in Percy’s blankets and takes a deep breath in. “So…how’re you feeling?” Annabeth asks.

“I told you I’m fine.” Della sighs. “I’m more worried about you.”

“I didn’t have a vision and almost die today.”

“Beth–”

“No, don’t even. Del, you slipped out of my grasp and smacked your head–and then Will said if he didn’t catch you, you might’ve actually drowned, you were so out of it.”

“I know–”

“And then,” Annabeth sucks in a breath, “and then if that weren’t enough, you said you could see Percy…what’d you mean by that?”

Della stills in her bed. What did she mean by that? “I don’t–I don’t really know. I don’t know if it was real or all in my head.”

“What do you mean?”

“It felt so real Beth, I could see him Riptide in hand and he was running, running by what looked like a freeway. Then–then…”

Annabeth seems to ponder her words for a moment. “Then what?”

“I-I had a “dream” of sorts. It started as a memory. A memory of the summer before Percy and I came to camp. Then Hera showed up–”

“Hera?”

“Yeah, she told me to “free her” again.” Della thinks about telling her that Hera revealed she took Percy. No, she won’t take that well. Besides she’s probably already put that together.

“Hmmm…and you’re sure you saw Percy?” Annabeth looks over at her. Concern glimmers in her eyes.

“I don’t know. I think so, but how is that possible?” Della feels tears prick her eyes.

Annabeth slips out of Percy’s bed and dips into Della’s and wraps her arms around her.

This is usually Percy’s job before they go on a quest. But Percy isn’t here to comfort her this time.

And just like that, Della can’t hold it in anymore and just sobs into Annabeth. She sobs for her missing brother. Sobs that she has to do this damned quest. Her first quest without Percy anywhere near her. She sobs because she’s terrified to do it by herself. And to make matters worse these three demigods will depend on her knowledge to survive.

“We’ll find him Del,” Annabeth whispers, “We have to.”

Della sniffles and begins to drift off to a (hopefully) nightmare-free sleep.

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Voices and images swish around Della.

“Now, now guys. That’s what we’re here for. Welcome Percy, Della. Percy, you can have that spot on the floor over here, and Della you can take that corner.”

Luke? Gods, Della nearly forgot what he sounded like back then. He was handsome back then in her twelve-year-old mind. She’s whisked away from Luke.

“Not bad Heroes,” called Annabeth. She removed her Yankee’s cap and became visible again.

“Were you here the whole time?” asked Percy. His voice was so squeaky back then. Still sassy but squeaky.

“You were here the whole time and didn’t help us?” Past Della said. Disbelief is laced in her tone.

“Yes,” Beth said like it should be obvious.

Ah, yes the moments before Dad claimed them, moments before their lives changed forever.

Annabeth shoved them both into the lake. Her and Percy’s shouts are inaudible, but the symbol of Poseidon was clear.

Then Della is thrown forward once again.

“Peter and Danny Johson are here!” Mr. D?

Della warps once again.

“You shall be betrayed by one that calls you call friend,” Percy said, “The reason Clarisse is still here is because you never said anything to Chiron about her, did you?”

Della’s eyes widened in shock. It was Luke. Luke had stolen the masterbolt. “Luke….”

A ringing overtakes her senses. It’s a dream, Della, wake up. Della–

“You shall serve as their guide Daughter of Poseidon. Beware Eros’s sting for it might just be your undoing.” Hera…

The ringing fades away and is replaced with squawks. Seagulls. Della moves a hand to feel damp sand. She’s drifting in the ocean.

Where the hell is she? She sits up and glances around she’s–she’s at their cabin again.

“Hey,” says an all too familiar voice, “Hey, are you alright?” A sandy-haired boy emerges from the cabin. He rushes toward her.

“Percy?” she groans.

“Do I–I know you?” He tries to hide his bewilderment.

“Yeah, yeah I’m your–Della. My name is Della. We knew each other.” She tries to hold in the tears that he doesn’t recognize her.

“Della?” He rubs his chin for a moment, “I feel like I should know that name…do you know an Annabeth?”

He remembers–he remembers Annabeth? Now Della really tries not to cry. “Ummm…”

“Never mind,” he says. He clicks his pen revealing Riptide. “We gotta move.” Percy holds a hand out to her she reaches for it but her hand doesn’t actually make contact.

“Okay…that’s weird…are you like a ghost or something?” Percy says.

“Last time I checked, no. If I’m dead that’s news to me,” she quips back.

Della?!? Del, you need to wake up!

“Annabeth…” Della whispers.

“Annabeth, you know–”

Della’s vision spins until darkness takes over, and just like that Percy and the beach house are gone.

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“Della! Wake up!”

Della sits up her hands grip at the blankets around her. Someone is screaming. Who’s screaming? Oh…oh it’s her, she’s screaming. Della slaps a hand over her mouth.

Silence spills in the cabin.

Annabeth is right next to her. Her eyes were wide and her chest heaving. “Was it–”

“No, it wasn’t my usual nightmare. What happened?” Della croaks. Her eyes are super dry and gross. She’s been crying…weird.

“You were talking in your sleep,” Annabeth says.

Okay, at least that’s normal. Percy drools in his sleep, and Della talks in hers.

“I woke up and you were thrashing around. Then…”

“Then?”

“You called out for Luke.”

Luke? Oh right, she was being thrown around like a ragdoll in her dream.

“It was a dream or a memory, I don’t know. It was when Percy and I realized that he stole the bolt.”

Annabeth nods, “Then you started crying and called out for Percy.”

Della nods. Should she tell Annabeth that she saw Percy for real? Well, maybe real, like she was in his vicinity and talked to him. Was that real? Regardless, he doesn’t remember Della but he remembers Beth. No, she’ll wait to see if this is a recurring thing or not.

“Are you sure you’re okay to go on this quest?” Annabeth asks. She places a hand on Della’s shoulder.

“I don’t have a choice,” Della sighs. She rubs at her crusty eyes. “The prophecy called for me to be the guide.”

Annabeth doesn’t say anything. She sighs. “You should get ready, it’s early, but you should pack and make sure you have everything.” Annabeth rises out of Della’s bunk. “Beth–”

“I also, need to get moving. Don’t worry I won’t leave until you do,” she calls. She’s at the door now. “See you in a bit.” With that, she exits and closes the door behind her.

Della sighs and rubs a hand down her face. What did Hera mean by “Beware Eros sting, it may just be your undoing?” What does the assistant to Aphrodite have anything to do with this damn quest?

She slips out of her sweat-stained covers. The cold floors meet her bare feet. Luckily, her shark slippers are right by her bunk. She slips her feet into the plush shoes and walks to her little dresser. Her backpack leans against it. She packs three days' worth of clothes, some leftover ambrosia, and an extra pair of sneakers (after Santa Monica she can never be too careful).

She pulls on a pair of light-washed Levi’s and a Little Mermaid crewneck. She swaps her slippers for her navy blue Converse and pulls on her tan Carhartt jacket. Della makes sure to pin her duck pin on her jacket. Backpack in hand she steps towards the door and pauses in the doorframe. She looks around the cabin, gods she hopes she survives this quest. She has to see her brother for real again.

The cool morning air hits Della’s face. She takes a deep breath in. Annabeth makes her way to Cabin Six. Weird she’d left a while ago.

Two Cabins down, a door opens. It’s Jason he looks over and sees her. He gives a little wave and walks towards her.

Della meets him halfway. “Morning Wonder Boy.” She shoots him a half smile.

“Morning Mermaid,” he says. He looks her up and down. “Even got the sweater and everything,” Jason laughs, “You ready?”

“No but it could be worse,” she jokes.

“How–” His words are cut off by a metallic screech.

The mechanical dragon they’d been trying to capture the last few days. It hovers above the cabins. The most startling bit, Leo. Leo sits atop it with a maniac’s smile.

“Leo?” calls Piper. She emerges with the rest of her cabin.

Older campers rush out of their cabins. The Apollo cabin has their arrows nocked pointing straight at the dragon. Some of the Aries Cabin have their swords and spears out.

Della unpins her duck brooch. She taps the beak and unleashes Leda, her double-ended sword, which like Jason’s weapon can be a sword or a spear. Though her weapon is not nearly as grand as Jason’s. It is an artifact of the hero Theseus. She calls it Leda because the duck head on the hilt reminds her of the legend of Leda and Swan.

Surprise paints Jason’s features at how her brooch just turned into a sword. Interesting coming from the guy who flips a coin and it is either a sword or projectile weapon.

“It’s cool don’t shoot,” Leo shouts.

The warriors back away, keeping their swords or spears at the ready. Hesitantly, the Apollo Cabin lowers their bows. Half the camp runs out in a mixture of pajamas and armor. Others hide behind the doors and windows of their cabins. No one is too anxious to get too close.

Della lowers her Water Bird just a tad.

“It’s beautiful,” Piper mutters. Everyone stares at her like she’s nuts. Della does agree with Piper but she’s still weary of it. She’s seen some of the creature's damage around camp.

The dragon rears its head and shoots a column of fire into the sky. Della jumps a bit and once again points Leda at it. She’s not alone. Other campers were on high alert again.

Leo calmly slides off the dragon’s back. He holds his hands up like he was surrendering, except he still had that crazy grin on his face.

“People of Earth, I come in peace!” he shouts.

He looks like he spent the night rolling in the remains of the campfire. His army coat and face are smeared in soot. His hands were grease-stained, and he now wears a toolbelt around his waist. His eyes are bloodshot, his curly hair resembles porcupine quills. And–and he smells strongly of Tobasco sauce.

But he looks absolutely delighted, “Festus is saying hello.”

“Stand down,” Jason says behind her. He shakes his head in amazement. “Leo, what have you done?”

“Found a ride! You said I could come if I found a ride. Well, I found a class-A flying bad boy!” Leo grins even wider.

Nyssa and Annabeth appear out of the crowd. Nyssa stares up at it in awe.

“It–it has wings.” Her jaw looks like it might drop off her face.

“Yeah! I found them and reattached them.”

“But it never had wings. Where did you find them?”

Leo hesitates, “In the woods.”

Della taps Leda’s beak again. She pins him back in place. That was not the whole story. He continues talking before anyone can question it.

“Repaired his circuits, too, mostly, so no more going haywire.”

“Mostly?” Nyssa asks.

The dragon’s head twitches. It lurches to one side, and a stream of black liquid, maybe oil–pours out of his ear, all over Leo.

“Just a few kinks to work out.”

“How did you survive? I mean, the fire breath…”

“I’m quick and lucky. Now am I on this quest or not?”

Jason still in shock, scratches the back of his head. “You named him Festus? You know in Latin that means ‘happy’?”

“Mmm, kind of cute actually,” Della admits.

“You want us to ride on the back of Happy the Dragon?”

The dragon twitches and shudders and flaps its wings.

“That’s a yes bro!” Leo exclaims. “Now I suggest we get going guys. I already picked up some supplies in the–um woods. And the welcoming committee is making Festus nervous.”

Jason frowns. “But we haven’t planned anything yet. We can’t just–”

“Go,” says Annabeth. She doesn’t look nervous. Not a bit. Her smile is sad, wistful. She, like Della, is thinking about old times.

“Yeah,” Della says, “This is certainly a good omen. Besides we’ve only got three days until the solstice. Let’s go.”

Jason smiles at her, Piper, and Leo. “You ready partners?”

“Absolutely,” Della smiles, “We’re burning daylight Wonder Boy.”

Piper’s smile falters at the nickname.

“Della,” Annabeth calls. She wraps her arms around her and whispers, “Good luck, be safe.”

“You too,” Della whispers back. She lets go and heads toward the others.

Jason, Piper, and Leo were all abroad Festus. Jason extends a hand out to her,

“Time to trade those gills for wings Jackson.”

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queenofbaws · 3 months

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aw snap, here we go again!

just another quick organizational update from ya gurl: my goals for the immediate future are (1) finish CREEPS: MM&BS, (2) get out a chapter or two of like wringing blood before my brainworms eat their way through my skull, (3) work on finishing the tale(s) of the champion. so if you're someone who's been waiting on any of those projects, i promise...they're comin'. hehehe.

i'm really, truly set on tying up the wips i've left gathering dust this year, so i'm trying my haaaaaaaardest to rein my ever-fleeting attention span in to do just that. i'm tossing a snippet of each of those three above-mentioned projects below the cut for anyone who's interested, and, as always, thanks so much for reading and hangin' out with me, y'all :) you guys are the best, and i hope 2024 is treating you kindly so far <3

of mummy men & bathtub soup

He wasn’t sure why he said it. Brotherly antagonism, maybe, or his pathological need to run his mouth at the worst possible time. Both felt like strong contenders. Whatever it was that spurred him on, the result was the same: As Julia sputtered, trying and failing to remember the story that had pissed her off so intensely in the first place, Conrad opened his mouth and finished the sentence for her.

“…bathtub soup guy?”

BANG!

The basement door slammed shut.

Before any of them had time enough to flinch, to jump, to yell at the sudden noise, the lights went out completely, sending the basement into perfect darkness.

Then there was yelling.

“Is…is everyone okay?” Alex asked a moment later, his voice missing the cool and confident mark by a couple notches.

“I, y…yeah,” Julia answered, and wouldn’t you know it, her fury had gone out like a candle in the wind.

“I’m good,” he said, nodding before realizing, whoops, right, no one could see. It was then, in the nervous stillness of the dark, that he noticed someone had grabbed his hand in theirs, no doubt grasping for him in fear and surprise. He couldn’t say it healed it battered ego, not after he’d been treated like a punching bag all night, but it certainly helped. “What about you, Fliss?”

From somewhere behind him, not beside him, she snorted. “I think I’ll live.”

“I…wait, if you’re there, whose hand am I holding?!”

“Uh, sorry, man. I got scared.” “Brad, for the love of—”

like wringing blood from a stone

“JEEED!”

Jack stopped an arm’s length away from her.

“TRAAAVIS!”

He opened the fridge.

“BOBBYYY!”

After a moment of deep contemplation, he pulled a beer out and shut the door again, using his thumb to pop the cap off. He looked her way once more, but instead of attacking her or grabbing her or plain old saying anything to her, he simply brought the bottle to his mouth and drank.

He watched her as he drained the damn thing, his throat bobbing. Just swallowed, swallowed, swallowed…not stopping until the bottle was empty. Not breathing until he’d finished.

“TRAAAVIS!” Constance yelled a second time, willing him to appear with his gun drawn and lather high.

“Give it another go, why don’t you,” drawled Jack. He set the bottle down in the sink, then braced his hands on the countertop behind him. His eyes kept moving across her face in a way she didn’t appreciate. “Third time’s the charm.”

She drew another breath, but didn’t dignify his taunt by shouting. Instead, she brandished the knife. Dared him with her eyes.

The ghoul just kept leaning back against her counter, though; his fingers left brackish smears wherever they touched. “Go on,” he mocked her, “keep hollering. See who comes running. I’d like to see for myself. Awful curious about it.”

the tale(s) of the champion

Josephine’s attention (and eyebrows) shot up from the desk. Her face had taken on the pallid cast of someone who’d had the bad luck to spot an especially large and hairy spider shriveled at the bottom their morning breakfast bowl much too late for anything to be done about it. Had she been speaking to anyone else, the Inquisitor might’ve thought that was the expression of someone staring their own death in the face, and yet all she’d done was present Josephine with the very probable reality that Hawke had simply bunked in Varric’s room for a single night of her stay.

“…I just figured,” she continued carefully, her words made slow as they crept forward on delicate tip-toes, terrified of tripping another unseen trap, “They were probably catching up after all that time apart, and since they were essentially always sharing space in Kirkwall…” Her voice trailed off and she shrugged.

It was logic, wasn’t it? Nothing more, nothing less? If one of her own friends from her life before (before all of this madness, before the Anchor, before Haven, before being pushed out of the Fade) had shown up on her doorstep out of the blue, she would’ve insisted on keeping them close. It only made sense!

Not to Josephine, it seemed. “But Varric’s quarters are so small,” she said in a voice more suited to, perhaps, finding out the crown Prince of Starkhaven had been assassinated. “Oh I certainly hope you’re wrong about that, Inquisitor, I hope she found other lodgings if she did in fact stay the night…I can’t imagine there’d even be room for two people in his quarters…Andraste, they would’ve been right on top of each other the whole time!”

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hoes4dylanobrien · 2 years

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It’s Just A Cigarette | 2

WARNINGS: swearing, non-consensual flashing

word count: 1,753

tag list: @roxic93

The PATH train soon arrived at Penn Station. You picked up your things and followed behind everyone else up the escalator. No sooner had you landed on the second floor and Colin was calling you.

FaceTime, to be specific.

You found a slightly secluded corner in the dark and dingy space that was Penn Station, only having a split second longer to check your appearance before hitting ‘accept’. The familiar chime rung out, muted by the hustle and bustle around you.

‘Hey, Marnie-” he paused, sunglasses eclipsing those brown eyes you loved so much, his expression impassive. You weren’t sure if it was because he froze, or he wasn’t all that glad to see you after all.

“Hi, Colin!” Okay, tone down the excitement a little, you said to yourself. “Can, can you hear me?”

As you picked up on movement around him, you realized he hadn’t frozen, but that he was walking. “Yeah, I can hear you. I’m on my way to you - don’t leave the station.”

“I haven’t. I won’t,” you glanced up as someone jostled you. “Where are you in the station? I’m about the cross to 33rd in a sec,” he lifted his head for a moment. At this angle, you could see him squinting at something. Unintentionally, he was giving you an opportunity to admire him without his knowledge. He looked good.

Really good.

Similar to the Instagram photos, he’d dyed his hair blond, no longer sporting the dark brown hair you were accustomed to. He’d also grown a beard, packed on some muscle (while still keeping his lean frame), and had at least a few tattoos from what you could make up racing up and down his arm. You didn’t want to be there when your parents reacted to that particular news. As your mom always said, hair could grow back, but tattoos...

“Marnie. Where are you?” Colin was speaking to you again, sounding firm. Shoot, had you spaced out? He was always prone to impatience on the best of days. “I’m, uh,” you glanced up, seeing a familiar red restaurant sign a few steps away. “I’m near TGIF. Do you need me to go somewhere specific?”

“No,” he was quick to say. “I know where that is. Stay put.”

And so you did, feeling your stomach rumble, the delicious smell of cheese and oregano wafting from the lasagna. So much for putting on perfume - you’d smell like pasta now!

A short few minutes later, you spotted Colin coming down the escalator, having finally removed his shades. If you thought he looked good before, that was no match for how he looked now, in the flesh, striding toward you with purpose. You felt awkward again, and a little strange in your new get up. Sure, you’d toned it down, but what if he saw right through you?

“Hey,” he said in a low voice, pulling you into him for a warm hug without hesitation. You sunk into his embrace all too willingly, forgetting to play hard to get. He smelled as good as he looked, a combination of his usual mint gum and woodsy aftershave, and something new that was slightly bitter but not unpleasant, exactly. He didn’t smell like weed, for once, which you’d smelled enough on him to know what that particular scent was.

He pulled away to get a good look at you, whistling appreciatively. “Damn, baby girl. You grown!”

You blushed at the nickname, perking up at his words but trying to play it off. “Thanks, I guess?” You laughed together. His attention was quickly diverted to what sat on top of your backpack at your side, thick dark brows rising. “Don’t tell me-”

“Yep. Mom brought it for you, said if you wouldn’t come to us she’d bring a piece of home to you. So hope you’re hungry - it’s enough to feed a small army.” He picked it up, lifting the tin foil to smell the aroma, groaning. “Shit, I missed that.”

You noticed he hadn't commented on his lack of home presence but knowing Colin’s one-track mind when it came to food it might’ve gone over his head.

“Sorry, no utensils,” you said when it looked like he was considering going without to grab a bite. “Guess we’ll have to eat it when we get back to your place.”

“Guess so,” he looked slightly saddened, covering it back up. It was pretty adorable.

“And where is your place, anyway? I know it’s downtown, but-”

“East village,” he supplied, perking back up. “Can’t wait to show you around. Come on, let’s get out of here. Only so much of this shit stain I can take.” You followed him out of the station, needing to take a separate subway line down to get to the Village. He adorned his sunglasses again, asking if you needed help with any of your things.

“No, I got it. But thank you.”

You happened to step onto the platform right when the train came, Colin herding you onto it and bringing up the rear. It was pretty crowded, but he managed to find a seat. “You have it,” he said, leaning against the nearby doors. The ones you’re not supposed to lean on, but everyone did.

“Thanks.” The doors shut and you were off, swaying a little as you got used to the speed and sudden stops. A few stops later, you heard a man start moaning a few seats down, and you made the mistake of looking. It was a homeless man, hands moving below his pants. There was little question as to what he was up to, the passengers around him edging away or leaving altogether. Your cheeks reddened, feeling an awkward, gross feeling. Why did some people feel the need to do things like this, you wondered to yourself. This was exactly the sort of thing your dad always warned you about.

You turned to glance toward Colin, wondering if he’d taken notice, or if he was phased out by this point. To your alarm, he wasn’t standing against the doors anymore, an older lady having replaced him. You panicked a little internally, then felt a hand land on your shoulder.

“’M right here,” Colin said, now moving into view. “Lost my spot. That’s what you get for moving out of the way, huh?”

You smiled thankfully, knowing he did it so you didn’t have to see the man exposing himself on the subway.

You might’ve wanted to mention it, but the station you got off was even busier than 34th and herald. “Keep close here,” Colin said, leading you up the stairs and to the 6 line. “Matter of fact,” he took your hand in his, threading your fingers through. If you thought your face was red before...

“Just til’ we get on the train. Then you can pretend you don’t know me,” he joked. You didn’t bother with a response since he would’ve been able to smell the insincerity from a mile away. Your hands tingled, you wishing the moment could last forever.

The wait for this train was a little longer, and people packed in the platform. You barely got a space to stand, shoved somewhere up against the elevator in front of Colin, who towered above you. “Please tell me this one’s shorter?” You break the silence.

Colin nodded. “Yeah, just one stop. We could walk it but I’m beat and honestly I don’t think the lasagna would make it. Some asshole wouldn’t be looking where he was going, and it’d fall, and then I’d be throwing hands over pasta and I don’t really wanna do that today.”

You sniggered. You forgot about his excellent sense of humor. “Good point, better not take the risk.”

“Mhm.” He hummed, closing his eyes and knocking his head back against the brick wall. His hand tightened reflexively around yours, making another tingle race up your spine. You spotted a couple leaned against one another nearby and wondered if others looked at you and Colin and saw something similar. If they didn’t know you, would they take you as a couple? He hadn’t removed his hand, after all; you wondered if that meant something, or if he’d just not realized.

The last train was as short as promised. You followed the swarm of people up the staircase to Astor Place, single file. He’d finally dropped your hand.

“So you’re gonna wanna hang a left first, and head straight.” Colin explained, since you were taking the steps in front of him. You turned to glance back, finding his eye line dart up to yours. You blushed at the idea of him possibly checking you out.

As you walked, you admired the scenery. “This is a great area,” you commented. Buildings were a little less tall in parts here compared to midtown, but with lots to do. There were a good mix of fine dining, student hang outs, shopping, and bars. You even heard live music not too far off. All of this was at his fingertips; you were jealous.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “It’s pretty dope not needing to drive everywhere to do anything. Oh wait, stop right there.” You halted, turning to him in question. He’d pulled out his phone from his sweats, fiddling with it before holding it up. “Come here, let’s take a photo. We’re in perfect shot of the Empire State Building and the lighting is fire.”

You pat down your hair, angling your body in the most appealing way. Colin’s aftershave washed over you once more as he leaned in to snap the pic. “Nice.” You looked with him.

“Someone photobombed,” you lamented at the passing bald man.

Colin laughed. “Better than the first take.” A similar photo appeared, this time with someone scowling and flipping you off. “Gotta love New Yorkers.”

“I guess.”

Colin checked his watch, a metallic one that you hadn’t seen before. It looked expensive, and you wondered how he paid for it. As far as you knew, he wasn’t working. “Shit, we’re runnin’ late.”

“Late?” You asked. “For what? I thought we were just going to your apartment?”

“We are.” Colin grinned cheekily. “I invited some friends over to meet you and hang out, hope that’s cool. It’ll be pretty low-key.”

“Oh, no problem. I was hoping to meet your college friends while I was here.” You weren’t lying. You were looking forward to meeting the people who spent so much time with the new Colin. You only hoped they would like you.

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niconicosenpai · 5 months

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I wish I didn’t think about you everyday…im so tired of thinking about you or trying to tell myself it’ll be okay or trying to convince myself that this is for the best .. how is this for the best..the best for me is not this

The best for me was having a family

Something I feel like I never really had

I still have my kids but everything just feels broken and torn apart and I’m just angry at everything because I miss the one person this world I can never stay mad at. I can never forget. I can’t ever let go. And to know I’ll probably never have another meaningful relationship due to the fact I know you will always be in the back of my mind. Nobody will ever be you. I feel like everything was taken from me and I’m supposed to be okay being like this. Living each day miserable. I’m supposed to be okay with waking up to a life I don’t want and can’t fix alone. I wake up everyday praying this is a dream and you’ll be right there next to me.. but you’re not. I’m alone. Which inevitably reminds me that you are probably waking up to him. Asking him to rub your back before bed. Cuddling him at night. Going to him when something is wrong. It was supposed to be me.. and I will hate myself until I’m no longer here because I got to experience what happiness felt like. And while it lasted a long time…it was just gone in an instant.. and I’ll sit here and cry and bitch about it all but it won’t change anything.. it won’t make you love me again.. it won’t make me feel any better.. I just wish I could’ve done that right. Out of all things I’ve sucked at it failed at in life I thought maybe I had figure it out with you. Someone had stayed. You had stayed when everyone in life always leaves. And even when you left you came back and I remember feeling like a breath of fresh air and a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. With something as simple as your presence, all my stress and worries would fade.. I might’ve not been your person.. but you will always be mine and I’m sorry i wasn’t good enough for you to stay and keep fighting through it all with me.. I’m sorry for everything.. even though I’ve apologized over and over even when I wasn’t in the wrong I’m sorry I just wasn’t someone you could have loved for the rest of our lives. I miss you more than you or anyone will ever realize and it’s killing me from the inside out. I hope one day I can just disappear for good that way you won’t have to worry about me being in your life anymore.

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dysfunctjon · 8 months

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I broke again today.

Well, not really broke. But currently I’m quietly crying.

I do miss you. I really do. I saw a video where it was two people who called each other mama and bunny and it just reminded me so much of you. It reminded me so fucking much of you.

I miss you more than anything. I know that we should go out separate ways and that we shouldn’t be in each other’s lives, but I miss you still. I hate that it ended the way it did. I don’t even know if we still would’ve been friends, I don’t know anything about what could’ve happened because it won’t. And that’s okay. I really don’t need you in my life anyways.

You make me really sad about myself sometimes. I wonder why you treated me the way you do, but also realize you were also facing a lot. Maybe this is the way it should’ve been, where we didn’t even interact with each other at all. I miss you. It feels like such a big piece of me is missing, but I know that the void gets filled more and more everyday.

You did leave me with a lot of things to deal with, but I don’t have to deal with them on my own. I’m getting out more. I got a job. I’m back in school, and am going to attend big school things like homecoming and prom without worrying about you or wishing you were there. I know you projected a lot of your insecurity on me. And I’m sorry that you had to do that.

I’m also sorry that I might’ve added onto your insecurities too. My messages to you were hateful. But I’m not going to block you and apologize. I still honestly believe you deserved to be brutally humbled. It doesn’t make me feel any less guilty. And I still miss you. I miss you a lot, and sort of appreciate you reaching out. It meant you missed me, and that made me feel good for awhile. But I don’t need your validation anymore, you never really validated me anyways.

I gave my all to you, and while you didn’t give it back, I am glad that I was at least able to share my kindness. I am happy that i was kind enough to share my love with someone who I thought was nice. It means I’m a nice person, and you made me feel I wasn’t a lot of the time. But I only know that you were doing that because of your personal issues you took out on me. Maybe you just need to grow up.

I still miss you. I really do. And sometimes I wonder if I should’ve just stayed with you instead of breaking it off. But breaking it off is worth it. I will not hurt myself, I will not go to a mental hospital, I will not attempt nor commit suicide over you. I will handle this right this time. I am allowed to miss you and miss the happy memories we did share while also knowing that this was a good thing for me. I hate you a lot still, but the hatred lessens everyday, and I become neutral about you. I don’t know what I want to happen to you, but whatever it is, I hope it’s far away from me. I hope it never enters my life. Maybe one day we will talk again, and you’ll be better, and we can possibly become friends. But I don’t even want that, really.

I am still hurting, because I spent so much time with you in 7 months. But I was just fine before I met you, meaning I can be fine without you too. I know I can, and I have. Things will look up for me. And me missing you will lessen. Me wishing I could’ve shut up will be completely tarnished. You will not be in my brain anymore. You will then miss me again, you’ll regret what you have done, and I’ll be everything your brain consumes. And I’m glad for that. Just so I can let you know that I am much better without you.

I miss you. But I’m glad you aren’t here anymore.

#I fucking hate this really #I am gonna be okay i promise #dysfunctionalvent #can’t stop crying while writing this #I miss you but It’s temporary

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deenoss · 1 year

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Dreamcatcher Chptr. 42

After a short meeting with the principal, Mark Jefferson was officially instated as a member of the Blackwell community.

Word quickly spread throughout the school of Jefferson's arrival and recruitment, in which the rumours were confirmed when every classroom break, students spotted the aspiring photographer roam the halls, going about his business without a care in the world, except for his own devious, sinister schemes.

When Max caught wind that her idol, Mark Jefferson, had arrived at Blackwell, she was ecstatic. Given that the lesson in which she attended and he taught wasn't until the next day, Max couldn't stop fangirling over him.

If only she knew the truth about him...

Even after being reunited with her best friend, Max couldn't bring herself to talk to him after having spent years away in Seattle. The burden of believing that the Price twins detesting her continued to eat her alive. All she needed to do was talk to Clark, but she neither found the confidence to do so, except confide in her new friend, Kate Marsh.

Since the two girls were neighbours, it was very easy and convenient for the pair to find comfort being in the other's company. So Max set out late that evening and walked across from her room to Kate's. Her knuckles lightly tapped on the door as she waited to be ushered inside. The door swung open to reveal Kate Marsh in her pyjamas with her hair undone.

"Oh, Max. What are you doing here?" Kate spoke high-pitched and in shock to find the brunette paying her a visit so late past their curfew.

"Umm... I-I wanted to talk to you... about something." Max stammered sheepishly.

Kate pulled the door wider open and allowed Max to enter her room before closing the door behind her.

"About something, or 'someone?' "

Max sighed in defeat.

"Alright. It's about someone."

"Is it about Clark? Do you have feelings for him?" Kate asked intriguingly.

Max's eyes widened, her face flushed in shock that it was obvious even though Kate hadn't spent enough time around Max. But she knew Clark a little more than she did Max, so there was some level that Kate could understand better than others could.

"W-Well... I might've had a bit of a crush on him." Max admitted shyly.

The second Max said this, she bowed her head. She only just missed the expression on Kate's face drop. Even though they'd only met nearly half an hour ago, Kate felt something deep down spark, like there was a feeling she wasn't quite fully certain about but had a suspicion of.

"You don't think he still feels the same, do you?"

Kate let out a hefty sigh and shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know, Max. You should try talking to him. He did seem surprised that you're back - he might still have feelings for you. I don't rightly know, but it wouldn't hurt to catch up with him since you guys haven't seen each other in years." Kate responded, sounding disheartened.

"He talked about me?"

"A bit. I mean, by the way he did mention you, he didn't sound too enthusiastic about it. It was like he lost the other good thing going on in his life after the passing of his dad."

"Oh Clark... Thank you, Kate, for the tea," Max said as she made her way for the door. "I'm so sorry to leave you like this, but I think I should go talk to him. M-Maybe we could do this again sometime? Like, have tea dates."

Kate froze.

"D-D-Dates? O-Okay. Y-Y-Yeah, sure, Max." The dirty-blonde stuttered.

Max gleamed in delight, giggling so innocently as she refrained from jumping up and down.

"Great! Um, h-here, let me give you my number."

The brunette grabbed a pen from Kate's desk and took ahold of Kate's hand, where she used her palm to scribble down her number. The sensational feeling of Max holding onto Kate's hand left the Christian girl absolutely fluttered and completely embarrassed that a girl she potentially liked was holding her hand.

It was against Kate's mother's religious belief that two people of the same sex should not be together, thus the extent of Kate's anxiety and stress developed the moment she uncovered a strange new feeling.

When Max said goodbye, there was an absence of emotion or verbal reply as the only thing going though Kate's mind was her doubt in her sexuality and how she already felt attached to the awkward girl, Max Caulfield.

The very next day, Max felt anxiety and stress beyond measure, given that she was about to officially commence her first day at Blackwell.

The first thing she did when she woke up was turn odd her alarm. The buzzing quickly became annoying so the brunette reached her arm out and dropped it over the clock, effectively disabling the morning call. In her mind, she thought about whatever was on her mind with the good intention to put all of her worries to rest. That would prove very difficult as her main objective was to converse with Clark and clear things up between them.

"I really need a shower. Time to check my phone for any messages." Max thought to herself.

Slowly, she got up out of bed and reached out to grab her phone rested on her bedside table. The first thing she checked were her text messages where she found new ones sent from both of her parents. Once she was done with that, Max kept on her pyjamas and grabbed herself a towel and exited her room, turning around a few corners until she was inside the bathroom.

The interior design was not overall pleasant but it was made to satisfactory condition - much better quality than the state the boys bathroom was in. On the right side of the room upon entering, there were three sinks accompanied by a mirror and a soap mounted wall dispenser at each, with an additional four shower stalls on the opposite side of the room. Mirrors were fogged up around a majority of the mirrors due to the steam from the showers used to run hot water. Messy oval-shaped spots on the mirrors were the result of girls trying to clear up the glass pane in order to see themselves clearly in the reflection whilst other girls - at the time - occupied the stalls.

This showed Max that she was not the only person who woke up early of a morning to take a shower.

The brunette proceeded to make her way into a shower stalls and closed the curtain behind her for privacy as she stripped down and drenched herself under hot water. It felt good to have a nice shower. Although the moment was short-lived when Max heard the door to the girl's bathroom creaked open.

Given that her identity was still concealed behind the curtain, whoever entered could not know that it was she who was inside, spying unintentionally on the person who entered the room. Through the thin crack between the curtain and the wall of the stall, Max strained to identify the feminine figure in the room when she realised that it was Kate Marsh inside as well.

There was no perverted intent from Max but she couldn't help but admire the Christian girl from behind the curtain as she picked up a toothbrush and started to brush her teeth. Once again, Max Caulfield got lost in her own thoughts until she managed to gain better control over this and forced herself to pry her focus away from the dirty-haired blonde in order to conclude her business in the shower.

Kate looked up at the mirror directly in front of her face but not so much at herself, rather what commotion there was going on behind her, directly next to her head in the reflection.

"Hi Max," greeted Kate.

The brunette perked up as she walked out of the shower stall in her pyjamas and walked over to Kate.

"Hi, Kate. How did you sleep last night?" Max spoke cheerily and with gentleness towards the girl in her company. It was as if Max was hesitant to speak with more volume in fear of startling the Christian girl.

"I'm alright. And yourself?"

"Still a bit sleepy."

A smile broke on Kate's face as she giggled at what Max said as it was quite true, given that Kate distinctly pointed out to herself that Max's eyes weren't as wide open as they should be. Hearing Kate giggle made Max's heart flutter. The strange feeling slowly became more concerning but Max easily suppressed those feelings for the time being.

"Would you like to come down to the cafeteria and have breakfast with me? I don't have a lesson until eleven. We can have another tea date if you'd like to join me." Kate offered bashfully.

"I would love to, Kate. Maybe, when we have our first break, you could show me around town? I haven't been here in a long time, but I do remember a couple things." Max explained openly. Normally she kept that sort of behaviour tamed, yet she felt vulnerable to Kate, as if she were somebody she wanted to be around all the time.

The smile on Kate's face only grew as the thought of spending time with Max would become an ideal opportunity to properly befriend her and delve deeper into what peculiar feeling she had in her stomach.

"I would love to, Max."

"Okay, great. I'll just go change and I'll wait for you outside."

"I won't be long, Max."

"Take your time. Please. Don't worry about holding me up. You don't look like that type of person after all."

Kate's eyebrows arched.

"I don't?"

"No, Kate," Max laughed. "What I meant is, you shouldn't rush brushing your teeth. The last thing you need is getting sore teeth from not brushing properly. You have such a nice smile."

"I-I-I do? Thank you, Max. You're so sweet."

Both women's faces turned beet red. Without allowing the moment to become all the more awkward, Max walked out of the bathroom and returned to her room to change into more appropriate attire. Max fitted herself with blue skin-tight jeans, a pink t-shirt with a doe, a grey jacket and a messenger bag. She stood in front of the mirror and fixed her hair into a ponytail, leaving her bangs hanging over her forehead, reaching down to her eyebrows.

Once she was tidy, Max walked out of her room and leaned against the wall next to her door and plugged the tip of her earphones into her phone and slipped the earbuds up the inside of her shirt and into her ears in order to listen to music while she waited for Kate to become decent.

'To all of you, American girls, It's sad to Imagine a world without you American girls I'd like to Be part of the world around you Driving a car by the seaside Watching the world from the bright side

To all of you, American girls in the movies No-one can tell where your heart is American girls like dollies With shiny smiles and plastic bodies

I wish I had, an American, girlfriend

I cry sometimes, walking around my own place Wondering why she cried sometimes Talking about her own place Somewhere around the mountains No-one could dry her fountain 'Til she got tired to complain

That's when I fly, to the wildland, to your land...'

Movement coming from the room directly in front of Max drew her attention to the door opening. Her ocean-blue eyes whipped up the body of Kate exiting her room in her everyday clothes. As soon as Max set her eyes on Kate, her brain function ceased and her ability to breathe suddenly stopped.

"Whoa..." Max murmured.

Kate frowned and asked, "Is something wrong?"

Max shook her head, humming as she did.

"N-Nothing's wrong. We should head down for breakfast."

Both girls started to make their way down the corridor and down the stairs and out of the girl's dormitory.

It was almost the fall and the weather was starting to improve. As the two girls walked across the yard and through to the front entrance into the school, there were some other students out and about, socialising or doing their own thing to pass the time. Kate showed much kindness towards Max as they headed to their first lesson for the day.

For their first lesson, it was The Language of Photography.

To their surprise, most of the desks were occupied except a couple at the very back. But as a result of a lack of chairs, the students that made up the class took up the spot they chose to be their permanent spot. Max sat at the very back of the class so she was facing the front and Kate chose the window seat. The two new girls ignored the stares of some of the students in the classroom as one of them had taken an interest in them both.

"Hey. Hey, you. You with the bangs," a girl with short, blonde hair called out.

Max craned her head over to her left at a blonde girl and faked a smile towards her.

The girl known popularly as Victoria Chase, had taken quite the interest in Max as soon as she and her new friend, Kate, entered the room. Normally, Victoria was accustomed to making friends with anybody whom she saw had the potential to be her friend, however was quick to turn on those who didn't treat her like like a queen.

"What's your name?" Victoria asked politely.

"Max. Caulfield."

"A pleasure to meet you, Max. You've probably heard of me."

Max shook her head slightly and shrugged her shoulders faintly.

"Am I supposed to?" Max questioned, bemused.

The blonde scoffed and glanced at two girls that accompanied her at the back corner table she sat at, next to Max's. They both shared overly-dramatised expressions of doubt and shock that Max didn't know nor care who Victoria was.

"That's Victoria Chase," a girl with black and purple hair commented superciliously. "She's, like, the winner of the Beacon's Young Artist Award in 2010 - she was on the front page of the Lifestyle section."

"And, like, she's totally a huge member of the Vortex Club. You do know what that is, don't you," snarked another blonde girl but with bangs and long hair that went past her shoulders.

To Max's surprise, the short-haired blonde girl appeased to her two friends and cut Max some slack, knowing that since she hadn't seen her before - in spite of the likelihood that Victoria didn't care much about the other students in the school too much to acknowledge their existence - so she decided to go easy on Max.

"You know, when I first came to Blackwell, I didn't have much of a plan but to make sure I succeeded. That's my goal: success and fame. And what better way to do that than to apply myself to big roles like becoming a photographer or an actor? I was in The Tempest, as Prospera. Maybe you've heard of it - doubt you have... Anyway, after that magnificent night, people took me more seriously. People wanted to be my friend. People wanted to know me, they even wanted to be me. Can you believe that?!"

Max scoffed and mumbled to herself, "Glad I couldn't..."

"... so, like, I became the new Rachel Amber. And good riddance of that skank. Anyway, who are you?"

"M-Me?" Kate stuttered nervously. "Kate Marsh. I-It's nice to meet you, Victoria."

For some strange reason, Victoria lost the patience to maintain her façade, so she ended up giving Kate the cold shoulder.

Just then, the teacher entered the room. When Max set her attention on the teacher, she gasped in shock and glee that she was attending the class of her favourite photographer.

Mark Jefferson.

#life is strange #kate marsh #jealousy #max caulfield #victoria chase

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spilledkauffie · 3 years

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Bucky x Pregnant Reader

Just some funny & fluffy HCs (they’re kind of long, sorry!!)

*xFemale!Reader || Part 2 !

He’s super cautious about everything, if you want soup for dinner he makes sure it’s not too hot, if you want ice cream he lets it thaw just a little so it’s not too cold. When you asked him why he was sticking a thermometer in your coffee he simple said, “too much heat isn’t good for the baby, it could burn it,” as he stared at the meter, “uh-huh, and you do know we’re not in the 1940s anymore, right? We have a much better understanding of mom-baby connections,” you tilted your head, “Look I’m just being cautious, for you, okay?” It’s old fashioned, but it’s sweet.

He nearly has a heart attack when he sees you on a ladder, a step, the counter, or anything with heights. He will literally man handle you, grabbing you carefully by the waist or under your arms (yes, like a child in trouble) to bring you down from where you were, even if it isn’t actually that high. “It wasn’t even that high, babe,” you sigh, waiting for him to get your chips off the top of the fridge, “it’s not like I was climbing Mount Everest.” / “Close enough,” he shake his head at you with a sassy tone, still distraught over you just heaving yourself up onto the countertop.

Sam is always over! Though he doesn’t have kids, he has nephews he’s close with and thus has had some experience with babies and children. Often Bucky just rolls his eyes when Sam’s giving advice, but Sam comes back with “Oh, I’m sorry, who should she believe, a 106 year old who took vintage sex ed in 1900, or someone who was at the hospital with his sister, like eight years ago?” you had to laugh at the comment, but Bucky just ducked his head, “it was 1939…” / Sam is actually a big help for you, he said he’d try to get his sister up to visit with you and talk baby stuff next time the boys are on a mission so you’re not alone.

Sleeping, Bucky’s made it a habit of always going to sleep with his hand somewhere on your stomach, it’s mainly a protective thing, since before the baby he just had to have an arm around you, holding you. But now it has to be skin on skin contact, which means you’ll feel him slowly and softly slip his hand under your shirt when he comes to bed later than you. You’ve come to love it, often placing your hand on top of his.

↳ “lazy days” have become much more of a thing as you entered your third trimester, some days you just don’t want to get out of bed, and Bucky is completely fine with that, he’ll cook, he’ll bring you whatever you want, he’ll lie in bed with you.

You’ve gotten really concerned about the pregnancy and being a mom on a few occasions. Usually this results in some bouts of depression. In times like those, Bucky makes sure he is there physically and mentally for you. If you don’t want to talk about you, he lets you snuggle up as close and as tightly to him as you want. He understand silent suffering and how much just a physical person being there means. When you do want to talk about it, he’s always there and ready to listen.

One minor wince or groan or mumble from you and he’s on it with the “what’s wrong?” / “what is it?” / “how can I help? Is the baby coming?!” He’s mildly paranoid that he’s going to miss something vital or important if he isn’t 100% paying attention to every detail. This is why no you’ve never teased him about anything regarding the baby, because he’s so concerned and invested that it might just give him a heart attack… He is 106.

He was beyond panicked when you called him over, desperately reaching a hand out for him as he sat down next to you. Taking his hand, you press it to your side, and tell him to wait. Super confused if this is a good or bad moment he waits with an anxious look until- “did you feel that?” you smiled up at him; his jaw drops and spreads into a smile as he shifts closer to you in awe silence you both feel another kick, “wh- how did you do that?” he asks, stroking his free hand through your hair, as he bites the corner of his lip. Finding it precious you’re nearly crying from the happiness when he kisses your forehead.

He’s that guy that gets a book on “pregnancy for dummies,” so he can attempt to better understand what you’re going through that he can’t necessarily see. Needless to say part of the book horrified him, “oh my g- do you know what’s happening inside you?!” You just shake your head finding 10/10 entertainment in just watching his face whilst he reads it. The actual “how birth happens” chapter might’ve been one of the best.

He’s actually a little scared, or worried, about touching your baby bump (with a certain hand). You’ve told him you don’t mind that it’s cold, but he’s still avoidant. When asking him why, he didn’t want to say because he thought you might laugh, promising you wouldn’t he confessed, “what if the vibranium… magnetises the baby?” You managed to keep a straight face for approximately two seconds before breaking into laughter.

Your random (and very intense) moods are the biggest handful for him. He’s trying his very best to know what to do, but he never wants to make you feel like it’s not normal to feel a certain way.

↳ The Crying: one time he was telling you about this past mission he was on. It was like casual conversation for him to talk to you about it, but when he got to the part of “so they had these big dogs-” he looked over at you to find you in absolute tears, he stopped in his tracks, biting in his bottom lip as you stared at him, “and? then what?” you asked, voice breaking, he shook his head slowly, keeping eye contact, attempting to think of something, “then-” / “then you became best friends with the dogs and they were on your side in the fight?” he nodded dramatically to you response “yes, that’s exactly what- what happened… yep, nothing more to that story.”

↳ constant State of Annoyed: at times you’re just purely annoyed for no reason, typically more passive aggressively, but sometimes you’re just straight up honest about it. When he tells you good morning and reminds you how beautiful and glowing you are, you’ve said “I love you, but your voice sounds like a duck today,” or “I am not glowing, be honest, I look and feel like a blimp.” He still tries his best to compliment you, other times he just hides for the day. Until you become super needy at night.

↳ MamaBear Instinct already kicking in: you’ve become extra protective / defensive. One time you were at the store, around one A.M. (because cravings!) and you were picking out cereals together. Bucky was surprised to see some brands he knew still around: “wow, Chex?” he picked up a box, “I didn’t know they were still making these-“ he trialed off about the cereal, but you noticed some kids snickering a few feet down the aisle. “Then again, the last time I had these they tasted like cardboard,” Bucky winced, “probably cause they were made out of it back then-“ / the kids laughed again, despite the soft Hello Kitty pj pants you had on, you were far from soft. “HEY!” You called out, “are you laughing at him?!” Bucky turned to see who you were talking to, but before he had time to address them himself, he was reaching to stop you from lunging over the cart at them, “I will fucking fight you if you are!” / “Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” Bucky completely stepped to block you, lifting his hands to meet yours gently, but you just tried to push them out of the way still flustered.

#spilledkauffie #Bucky Barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky hcs #bucky headcanon #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes hc #bucky barnes x female reader #winter soldier headcanon #winter soldier hcs #sebastian stan #sebastian stan hcs

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koritoraa · 2 years

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Watching a scary movie w/ them ❦

A/n: Everyone’s aged tf uppppp !!!

Feature: Haruchiyo, Mikey, Rin & Ran

Warning: Mikey’s mommy kink gonna pop out a little 4 da hawties

# Haruchiyo

❧ Sanzu literally screams like a mfn girl and jump right on you when he’s scared lmao. (Just picture shabby jumping into scoobys arm then ya get the picture )

❧ Whenever he sees a scary scene or just think somethings about to happen, he covers his face and curl up right in your lap and hide. But he’s so cute so it’s okay <3

“aw, why are you hiding it’s not even that scary.”

“It is, so can I just hide here until the movie over ?”

“Do what you gotta do love, you’re the one that’s missing out on the movie you suggested.”

❧ All scary movies are not scary to him and he will usually laugh at them.

❧ After the movie ends he stay up awll night with the lights on,and you have to tell him that it’s fake so he can relax or you will just sing him to sleep and boom he’s out.

# Mikey

❧ Before the movie started he was talking a whole lot of big talk about how you gonna be holding on to him and screaming like a little girl so he’s prepared.

❧ Ofc when the movie started Mikey acted like the movie wasn’t fazing him at awlll, but once a jump-scared popped up he screamed so loud that your eardrums might’ve bleed. You might wanna go get them check cuz shawty screamed like he was in the movie getting killed.

❧ You laugh at him every time you seen him flinched or grabbed onto you. You made it be known that he can’t talk shit if he’s gonna be jumping and hiding though out the movie.

“Mikey, what happened to all that talk about you being “prepared” for me just incase I’m screaming and holding onto you ? when that’s all you been doing.”

“I changed my mind and that don’t means go- ahh omg mommy help.”

:O <<< that was your face, you was like whatdidhesayyyy???

“Boy what the hell you just called me?“

“Huh ? Nothing.”

# Rin

❧ He’s a mixture of both scared at sometimes and just straight up laughing or joking about how dumb the ppl are in the movie.

❧ He will be yelling at the tv and getting stressed out

“Rin you need to chill, you yelling all up in my ears, I can’t even hear the movie.”’

“Sorry y/n but they are so slow, like why the hell would they check to see if the killer is dead by walking up to him ?”

“Ofc that’s how a lot of movies are bae, they do the dumbest shit then get surprised when they killed.”

❧ Will eventually get tired and fall asleep, he had enough of the bs it just made him bored and sleepy. He was trying his best to stay up with you but he couldn’t help it.

# Ran

❧ He will have his usual straight face expression while watching the movie. You couldn’t tell if he was bored or was just simply watching the movie or both.

❧ scary movies don’t scared him, he just watch them to get a good laugh tbh.

❧ if you’re someone who get scared of scary movies very easily, he will literally bully you and tell you that it’s nawt a big deal and it’s fake anyways and you’re doing too much.

“lol…Y/n, the movie isn’t even scary at all but feel free to hold on to me.”

Me & Ken approve this po$t 4 awlll da sexiesssss

#tokyo revengers x black reader #tokyo revengers x headcanons #sano mikey manjiro #rin haitani #ran haitani #sanzu haruchiyo

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venusiangguk · 3 years

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I would cry if you made a mini drabble or comment on how dilf Jk and OC are doing. Are they still together?

the art of wanting drabble: gardening and pool day with dilf jk and baby nari

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: strangers to lovers / fwb / fluff

>>rating: PG

>>word count: 1.2k, drabble

>>warnings: not much, mentions of alcohol, implied smut, cutest baby ever

>>notes: just a lil update on the favorite not-so-couple couple and the apple of their eye, little nari <3

>>summary: nari plays in the dirt while jk gardens and you make a bet.

The blender was very fancy and had a lot of buttons, but alas, you made due and are now stepping out into the backyard, hands full of watermelon juice. Two with just a pinch of the rum you found in the built in wine cooler by the dishwasher, one with a spill proof lid.

It's your day off from the god forsaken grocery store, and the sun is beating hot outside, but the light breeze makes it bearable. The pool a little ways away gets more and more tempting as the heat sends waves to your bare arms and back. The bikini top you’re wearing basically useless as protection from the sun.

Good thing you’ve got a certain someone to sunscreen your back for you.

Jeongguk is shirtless, his sleeve on full display. His long hair is being held back by a baseball cap, and he’s got his gardening gloves on. You watch as he uses the back of his tattooed arm to wipe at some of the sweat dripping down the side of his face. He looks sunkissed and just edible.

You reign your thoughts in however when your eyes move next to him.

Little Nari is sat on a small blanket with a portable umbrella keeping her in a small patch of cool shade, her little toes dangling off the edge and digging into the small pile of soil that Jeongguk provided her to play in. He even put a few weeds and some of the flowers that were on their last few days of life into the mix. Nari digs one out with her pudgy little hands and squeals as she raises her hand for her dad to see.

Jeongguk, the ever doting father, takes in his baby and laughs when he sees that her overly large sun cap has fallen into her eyes. He adjusts it on her head, and you hear him give a playful gasp as you get closer.

“Oh so pretty, little flower,” he coos, “Is that for me?”

Nari snatches her hand away from him. “Nuuuuw, Da,” she shakes her head with so much force her whole little body jiggles, her round tummy on display in a tiny bikini of her own.

You smile to yourself and you take a seat with Nari on her blanket, stealing a bit of her shade. You hand Jeongguk his drink with a soft grin, and he smiles back at you, soft and sweet as he takes the glass.

“Oooh look what ___ brought for us,” he says, to Nari, “What do you say?”

Nari whips her head around to you like she didn’t notice you sit right next to her. She giggles, baby gurgles sounding in the backyard air. She claps her hands as she smiles at you her round doe-eyes squeezing shut in glee. That’s when she seems to remember the small blossom in her hand.

Her eyes go wide and her mouth parts in a small ‘o’ before she extends the flower to you.

“Buuu?”

You bend down to her level, and she tucks the flower into your hair as best she can with her baby motor skills and then wacks at her dad’s knee.

Jeongguk glances over at you as you grab a nearby watering can and use it to clean Nari’s hands before handing her her juice. She suckles on the sippy straw until she absolutely has to stop, gasping and taking deep breaths before getting right back to her sweet treat.

Her dad glances between her and you trying to figure out why his daughter tried to get his attention. His face falls and he gives a playfully annoyed expression.

“You know,” he starts, “Maybe Daddy wants a flower every once in a while.”

Nari is unbothered as she fists her sippy cup in one hand and the other goes right back into the dirt.

You giggle as you sip your drink and then lean back some, resting on your free hand. “You have the prettiest flower all to yourself already,” you say, nodding in Nari’s direction.

Jeongguk’s face softens, and he goes from looking at you to his little baby. He laughs quietly as he pinches her tummy. She giggles and some watermelon juice dribbles down her chin, unable to swallow before getting attacked by her daddy’s tickles.

Her hiccuping babbles and baby giggles are contagious, and you can’t help but join along. Nari puts up with her dad’s pestering for a good amount of time before she screeches and holds up a tiny dirt covered hand, as if saying ‘stop’.

“Nuw, Da,” she babbles. She’s getting closer and closer to talking as the days pass, even in the short months that you’ve been coming around, she’s already made progress.

Jeongguk’s eyes shine with laughter as he nods, a closed lipped smile holding in his own giggles. “Oh, okay, sorry,” he tells her, flicking his eyes to you before back to Nari, “Carry on, the weeds aren’t gonna pull themselves Miss Nari,” he gestures to her pile of dirt. Nari nods, a diligent little weed puller indeed.

“Hey,” you whisper after a few moments, the both of them back to work, “Gguk.”

He turns to you, a question on his face. You don’t respond right away, just smile at him and he gives in, leaning back and angling himself towards you. Nari sat between your bodies, in front of you.

He’s resting on his elbow, his upper half in the shade with you. He smiles up at you lazily. “What’s up?”

You glance at Nari making sure she’s distracted, and then you flip his cap so it’s backwards, before placing a small hand onto his hot, red face. You angle him towards you and it warms your heart at just how easily he goes with you and lets his eyes fall shut, already knowing what’s about to happen.

You kiss him softly, before deepening the kiss just a bit before pulling away. He tastes sweet like watermelon, slightly salty from the sweat on his upper lip.

He hums, eyes still closed a soft smile still on his mouth. “What was that for?”

You pat his cheek and flip his hat back around. “Just because,” you say quietly. Then you wrinkle your nose. “You’re so sweaty.”

He nods, unashamed. “Working hard.”

You glance at the tempting pool. “Why don’t we ever go in there?”

He hums. “Nari doesn’t like the water, and I don’t do anything without her.”

A little idea forms in your head. “I bet if I go in, she’ll go in.”

Jeongguk raises an eyebrow. “Wanna bet?”

You nod. “I win, we… you know,” you raise your eyebrows at him. He blushes a little, but a ghost of a smile dances on his lips. “You win, we still… you know.”

He gives you a knowing look, plucks his gardening gloves off before he uses the arm he’s not leaning on to reach over and adjust the flower Nari put in your hair, tucking it behind your ear. “Are you sure you can be quiet enough while we… you know?”

With an excited grin you nod and run to the outside pool shed to grab Nari’s floaties. That baby will be a little mermaid by the time the sun goes down.

~~~

aha!! a little drabble to update you guys on dilf jk, since he do be living in our heads rent free. so to answer the q: they are together but not together together. i have a longer one shot in my brain that includes more plot and actual smut, but idk when i'll get around to writing it so hopefully this will hold u guys over till then !! sry for the blue balls, but just so u know jk had to cover oc's mouth and he might've scolded her while they were... you know... "I thought I told you to be quiet?" :o ok byee

also i hope u like it :) if u did, pls do all the things: like, reblog, comment, share, send an ask~~ as always i love hearing ur thoughts and talking to u :*

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quinncupine · 3 years

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May I request Alpha Bakugo, Midoriya, and Todoroki (seperate) always protecting their Omega reader? How would they react if another alpha tried to claim the omega? Likee hmm say for example the two are walking on the street then another alpha just jumps in and talks about like how attractive reader's scent is and stuff! It is alright if youre not comfortable with writing with this many characters, this ABO au, or this idea in general!

Notes: Hi Anon! I’m so sorry this took longer than expected to do! I promise I didn’t forget you! I don’t really know much about the ABO au so I had to do a bit of research first. I’m not really sure if I landed it though, but I did have fun writing it! It’s always fun to try out something new, so I do hope you enjoy it! I also tried to keep it gender-neutral.

Warnings: Language, mild violence, slight blood, possessive behavior, Alpha-Omega au, drinking-drunken behavior

Word Count: ~2.7K

Wanna request something?

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BAKUGO

Katsuki is the definition of aggressive. It's no surprise he'd be just as aggressive as an Alpha, especially when it came to you. Your mere presence was enough to send him into ultra possessive protective mode.

The two of you were heading back to your shared apartment after one of your weekly date nights. Since he was a pro hero, he didn't often have much free time, so he set aside a specific night each week, just for you. He wasn't the best at showing his love through words, so his actions more than made up for the fact.

A muscled arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you walked through the deserted street. The ground seemed to be swaying a bit, or that might've just been you. One drink too many could do that. Katsuki warned you not to drink so much, but you didn't listen and as much as he complained that he wouldn't carry you home, he still held most of your body weight up by a single firm hand.

"I love you," you cooed, dropping your head into his shoulder with a smile.

His hand tightened around you and a cocky grin spread across his face. "I know."

With a slight pout, you huffed, "say it back."

The tiniest roll of his eyes before he grabbed your chin with his free hand and tilted it up so he could look into your eyes. You were about to question him but his lips silenced you with a deep kiss. "You know I do." He tried to sound annoyed, but you could see straight through it.

He wouldn't be caught dead being this sentimental with you if anyone else was nearby, especially if another Alpha was near. To him, acting like that opened someone up for weakness, and with you on the line, he would never allow that. But since it was just the two of you alone, he allowed himself to show just a slight bit of passion. These little moments were reserved solely for you.

Wrapping your arms around him as much as you could, you let out a heavy sigh with sleepy eyes. The peaceful night air had a bit of a chill to it, but that was nothing compared to the heavenly warmth radiating from his body. That was until you felt his whole person stiffen.

Confused, you looked up. Then the smell hit you. Another Alpha's scent. Even in your hazy state, it smelled overwhelming, intentional…and all-too aggressive. It literally smelled like trouble. You'd had trouble in the past with other Alpha's coming on way too strong, which was one of the reasons why you were so grateful to have found Katsuki. He doesn't put up with any bullshit and isn't afraid to fight others off.

Katsuki's nails dug into your waist, his feet abruptly coming to a stop. Jaw clenched so hard, teeth nearly cracking from the pressure. Ruby-red eyes narrowed into deadly slits. A vicious snarl itching to see some action. It was a sight you were used to seeing from him. Criminals and heroes alike tried to avoid that exact look he was wearing right now.

Plenty of Alpha's had tried to come onto you in the past, but none have been so bold as to outright try to challenge Katsuki, especially in the dead of night on some deserted street. The moment they got a whiff of that dangerous heady scent, dripping with aggression and possessiveness, they immediately backed off. He didn't know the meaning of mercy.

When you turned your head to pinpoint the source of the scent, he twisted around first, swinging you to his back in one easy motion. The street looked empty from where you poked your head around his arm.

"Get lost fuckwad," he growled, "or die."

The shadows shifted and a man clad in loose black clothes that blended into the darkness so well you were having a hard time keeping your eyes on him. It was only when he stepped into the glow of a streetlamp from a block away did you finally see him clearly. He casually crossed his arms behind his head. A way of showing Katsuki that he wasn't threatened in the slightest. Even a full block away the poignant smell of him invaded your nose.

"What a temper on this one," he purred with a sultry charm guised to disarm, a complete contradiction of his hostile scent. "You know babe, you'd be much better off with me."

"Don't fucking talk to them," Katsuki snapped, fingers digging into the fabric covering your arm. "Or I'll kill you."

"It's not worth it," you tugged on his jacket a bit. "Let's just go."

Even as you said it, you knew it was pointless. Katsuki never backs down from a fight. Violence is ingrained in his DNA.

"Gonna take orders from an Omega? At least I know how to keep them in place, like a real Alpha," he smirked, crossing the street. A deep growl rumbled in Katsuki's chest, but the other Alpha ignored it. "Can't you smell it? I could smell their scent three blocks away."

You were on suppressants but alcohol is notorious for diluting their effect and of course, you had to show him up and drink more than him tonight. Was your scent out of control? You didn't think so and Katsuki hadn't said anything about it all night. You couldn't smell it, but if that Alpha had followed you all this way, it must've been strong.

As the Alpha drew closer, you realized just how bulky the man was. He stood taller than Katsuki by almost a foot and that grin stitched into his face was making you nervous. The whole situation was stressing you out so much Katsuki could most likely smell it comes off you in waves. His bright vermillion eyes found yours and he huffed. That instinct to protect was warring with his compulsion for reckless abandon. Before he could say anything, the Alpha made the first move.

With a snap of his teeth, the burly man took off towards Katsuki and Katsuki didn't waste a second. He pushed you back and charged. The two met in a head-on collision. A bright explosion lit up the darkened street with an echoing boom. When the light faded and the smoke cleared, Katsuki stood over his opponent, an angry snarl spilling from his grinning face as he smashed his foot into the Alpha's singed back. What was the phrase? All bark and no bite.

Once he was sure the Alpha was down for the count, he trudged over to you. Without a word, he grabbed your hand and pulled you away. After a few minutes, he deemed it far enough and stopped to pull you into his chest, resting his chin on your head.

"The nerve of these assholes," he muttered, eyes still glaring at the soft shadows surrounding them. He wouldn't feel better until you were back home, under his watchful eye. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," you mumbled into his shirt, closing your eyes with a relieved sigh. "I'm always fine when I'm with you."

MIDORIYA

Izuku isn't a typical Alpha. His demeanor is usually quiet and kind so it always surprised most people to find out he was one. Only making sense when he went into battle mode. The sheer ferocity this guy displays while fighting is one of the most intense things anyone will experience. R.I.P any brave soul that decides to challenge him. He gives it his all, especially if it means protecting someone under his care; namely you.

After leaving the theater (yes, Izuku drags you to each new All Might Movie premier, and no, you don't have a choice in the matter) you lean into him, listening to him gush about every detail the movie had gotten right or horribly wrong. This man was a serious fanboy. His voice was soothing to hear to so you could listen to him prattle on forever if you had your way.

The two of you had almost made it to the car when someone stumbled into you. If Izuku hadn't had his arm around your waist, you would've fallen down with the obviously drunk man. He pulled you away from the drunkard and did a quick check to make sure you weren't hurt before turning his attention to the man. "Hey, are you alright buddy?"

"Dammit!" the man groaned as he crawled back to his feet, swaying from side to side once he made it up. "Watch where you're goin'," he slurred out, lips having a hard time forming the words. Then he sniffed and blinked a few times, focusing on you. "Mmm, you smell good."

Izuku stiffened, subtly stepping in front of you, eyes narrowed. "Your drunk, it's time you went home."

"What's a lovely thing like you doing out so late?" he ignored Izuku entirely, puffing out his chest with a sleazy grin. That's when the scent hit you. Strong, mixed with the smell of alcohol. It made your nose wrinkle in disgust. "Come here doll, I can take good care of ya."

A low rumble vibrated deep within Izuku's chest. A warning. A threat. Most sensible Alpha's would've taken the cue, but this guy was far from anything resembling sense. Izuku is, for the most part, a rational Alpha, but when the drunkard stepped closer to touch you, he lost it.

It was so quick, you almost missed it. Izuku snatched the grimy hand, twisted it which in turn forced the man to twist as well, and sent him flying with a powerful kick to the rear. He kicked him so hard the Alpha flew halfway across the parking lot, landing in a small puddle with a loud splash. It took a moment for him to roll over, body still trying to process what just happened before finally falling back into the puddle with a long-winded groan.

Izuku stood rigid, eyes locked on the Alpha who had curled in on himself. He gnashed his teeth a few times trying to even out his huffy breaths. Small sparks of green electricity quietly crackled off his skin.

"Izuku?" you grabbed one of his fisted hands and pulled it close.

He looked down at you, still trying to calm his racing heart. Izuku didn't like to get like this in front of you and that in itself was making him more upset. But a part of him loved the fact that he could protect you so easily and that you took comfort in that fact.

The Alpha, apparently too drunk to remember what just happened, rolled out of the puddle and back to his feet. His back was dripping wet, but he didn't even seem to notice as he staggered off into the night.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, finally turning to you.

You wrapped your arms around his muscly frame, fingertips just barely meeting on his back. "What're you sorry for? You protected me, didn't you?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Pride swelled in his chest. A slight tinge rushed to his cheeks so he tucked his face into your neck, nuzzling his nose deep into the crook. Your scent was always so calming and he stayed like that for a minute until he remembered you were both still standing outside the car. "Let's go home."

TODOROKI

Shoto is a strong silent Alpha. He's probably the calmest of the three, but that doesn't mean he won't hesitate to kick anyone's ass if they dare mess with you. He's mastered the evil eye glare and combined with his natural Alpha aura, most steer clear.

You had decided to take a day trip to the next prefecture over to see your friends and had asked Shoto to pick you up from the train station. So, there he was, standing on the platform, umbrella in hand as the rain came down in a steady, freezing pour.

When the train finally pulled in, he scanned the cars until he saw you step out. Even in the heavy rain, he could pick up your scent and it was screaming distress. It confused him until he saw why…or rather smelled why. Stepping out behind you was a lanky man, mere inches from your back. His grinning face was bent next to yours as he talked with you, well more like at you. Large hands ghosted over your hair, taking in heavy whiffs of you. A grimace stuck on your face as you did everything in your power to ignore him, but trying to ignore an Alpha was like trying to ignore a blowhorn to the face. Loud, obnoxious, and completely overwhelming. The longer you ignored him, the more irritated he grew.

Shoto snapped the umbrella closed so hard he almost broke it. He no longer cared about getting wet and used the tip to wedge himself between the crowd of people. The hair on his neck stood on end. The rain on his right side froze the minute it touched his skin while on his left, it turned to steam. He tried to suppress that ball of rage building in the back of his throat, only for an aggravated growl to escape. Anyone who managed to catch his wrathful gaze quickly jumped out of his warpath.

The Alpha placed his hand on your shoulder and that was the final straw. You turned to swat him off, which was apparently the wrong thing to do. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you right up against him, dark eyes narrowed, teeth bared. Panic took over as you struggled to free yourself from his too-tight grip.

An umbrella came out of nowhere, whacking the Alpha right in the nose. He let go of your wrist with a startled yelp, stumbling back a few feet.

Shoto suddenly materialized between the two of you. You'd been so distracted that you didn't even realize you could smell Shoto's scent. But now that he was up close, it was all you could smell. Strong, powerful, and…furious.

"What the fu-AAAH!" With a scream, he toppled over. Both legs were frozen together in a thick column of ice. He hit the ground hard, head smacking on the wet concrete.

Shoto towered over him, shooting that perfected evil eye, face masked in shadows. "Next time," he growled, voice low and terrifyingly calm, "I'd advise not to touch people without their permission." Crouching next to his head, he glanced down at his left hand where a small flame erupted, and despite the pouring rain, only seemed to grow brighter. "Or you might get burned."

The man wisely stilled, eyes wide. "I didn't know they already had a mate dude, I swear."

"Regardless, don't ever let me catch you treating someone like that again," he snapped his hand closed, extinguishing the flame. "Is that understood?"

The threat was heard loud and clear but the Alpha glanced at you and Shoto grabbed his chin and pulled his gaze back to him. "Don't ever look at them again."

A nod and Shoto threw his face to the side, standing up. Taking a moment to compose himself again, he turned to you, hunched in on yourself, looking slightly embarrassed. Too many people were staring because Shoto had made a scene. He could care less about what other people thought. Someone had messed with you and he had to make it right.

Holding a hand out, you accepted it and he ushered you away. The both of you were soaking wet but he still opened the umbrella again, shielding you from the rain. Once you were far enough away from the station and other people, he stopped to inspect you.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, looking for any obvious signs or lingering scent marks.

"No, I'm fine." You hugged yourself, not sure if you were shivering from the cold wet or from that creep, possibly both.

With a frown, he pulled you in close. His left side immediately warmed you up and you buried your head as far as you could into his chest, that familiar, safe scent surrounding you. "Thanks, Sho."

That intense anger was slowly ebbing away the longer you held onto him. That need to protect, to comfort taking its place. You alone were the only thing that seemed to be able to calm him down when he was so worked up. Wrapping his free arm around you, tucking you in as tightly as possible, he kissed the top of your head. "You know I'd do anything for you."

#mha #alpha-omega au #deku #bnha #midoryia izuku #katsuki bakugou #todoroki shoto #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya x reader #deku x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #request

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itsdanii · 3 years

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Hello. I loved the rejecting then regretting it scenario with Sakusa and Tsukki. 💞💞 Would you be open to doing one with Inarizaki boys as well? If it's too much, Atsumu would do because I think he is the one most likely to have this happen. Angst to fluff, please. 👉👈 Thank you!

Rejecting you and Regretting it pt. 2

a/n: hey, bub. as much as i wanted to input all inarizaki boys, i only take 1-2 characters per request. the reason for this is for me to avoid being repetitive with the scenes. i hope you understand. that being said, here's your request for the part 2 with atsumu. this was supposed to be short but i kind of got carried away with this, 'm sorry😭

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: cursing, rude behavior (resolved), please do remind me if i missed anything else

ft. atsumu miya

Atsumu Miya

You met Atsumu during your first year

It was exactly the first day when you bumped into him on the hallways and ended up being in the same class

From there on, the both of you formed a good friendship since you have the same tastes in things

Along the way, you managed to fall for him

It wasn't impossible to fall for him after all

He was fun to be with, that it felt as if there were no dull moments when you're with him

But you were afraid of confessing to him because you didn't want to ruin your friendship

However, that all changed when somebody entered the picture

"Another one?" you asked Atsumu as he sat on your usual table at the school's cafeteria.

Looking at the two boxes of chocolates given to him by a fangirl, Atsumu nodded. "Mhmm. They just keep on coming every single day."

You can't help but laugh at what he said. You took one of the boxes and stared at the familiar name written on it. "Yuki again? Isn't she that girl from the other section? The one who kept on giving you stuff every day?" you asked and the smile you had awhile ago completely disappeared from your face.

"The one and only. She's kind of cute though," he said as if it wasn't a big deal.

Maybe for him, it wasn't, but it's a different case for you. You were aware of what you're getting into the moment you realized that you have feelings for Atsumu. At first, his fangirls didn't bother you since you knew that he doesn't really pay attention to them but hearing what Atsumu said just now sparked a feeling of jealousy inside of you.

You knew that what you're feeling right now is selfish. He isn't your boyfriend. Sure, you might've been in love with him for 2 years now but that doesn't mean that you have the right to tell him who he should and shouldn't date, right? After all, you're just his friend.

In fact, you've thought of confessing several times already but fear always overtook you. Afraid of ruining the bond the two of you have, you disregarded the idea and settled on keeping your feelings a secret.

But that might change today. Seeing Atsumu smiling at the chocolates right now made you think that if you don't do something about it now, you might just lose him to another girl.

And you'd rather lose him by getting rejected than lose him to another girl, knowing that you didn't do something.

"You think she's cute?"

Atsumu nodded as he swallowed the whole onigiri Osamu packed for him. "Mhmm. Kind of my type actually."

You tilted your head a bit to the side and rested your cheek on your palm with your elbows placed on top of the table. "So cute girls are your type of girls... What about me, 'Tsumu? Do you think I'm cute?"

Atsumu placed his chopsticks down and stared at you intently, a small grin now forming on his lips. "Of course."

"Cute enough to be your type?"

You knew that you were playing a dangerous game but it was now or never. This time you wouldn't let fear win over you, now that Atsumu mentioned that his attention was caught by someone.

You know Yuki. She's pretty and kind of popular for being a member of the cheerleading team, and the more you thought about it, the more your confidence wavered.

A volleyball player and a cheerleader? What a good match.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Atsumu laughing. "What are ya saying, y/n? Did ya hit yer head or something?"

Crossing your arms over your chest to fake confidence, you frowned at him. "Just answer the question, Miya."

"Of course yer cute but to be my type?" He shook his head and scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, angel, but I don't date my friends, let alone someone whom I consider my best friend."

You took a deep breath before finally letting the words out. Your heart was beating erratically as cold sweat started forming on your nape out of nervousness.

"I like you, Atsumu. I tried to hold myself back because I didn't want to ruin our friendship but hearing you talk about how someone finally managed to catch your attention just..." You sighed and looked down at your lap. "I don't think I can hide it anymore knowing that I could lose you anytime."

Silence enveloped the two of you and the anticipation made you more anxious than you already was.

"Was this yer plan all along?"

You turned your gaze towards him upon hearing his words. "What do you mean? I don't know what you're talking about.."

You felt yourself freeze when Atsumu chuckled before answering. "Ya really think I'd fall for the same trick? C'mon y/n. I'm not as stupid as what people say."

"I don't understand-"

"Did'ya think that two years of friendship will let ya accomplish yer goal? I didn't expect ya to be like the other girls. Ya don't like me. Ya just like the idea of dating me for my popularity."

Your lips parted at his words. You wanted to reason out and defend yourself but the way he was looking at you made you almost cower in fear.

He's looking at you the way he looks at his fangirls when they shout during his services.

"Tsumu, that's not true. I really like you." You gave him a pleading look, hoping that he'd see your sincerity but he only glared at you.

"Pathetic. Get out of my sight," he said without any sympathy.

"You could've just rejected me like a normal person would, instead of insulting me." You wiped your tears with the back of your hand as you stood up but before you left, you looked at him straight in the eyes once more. "You know what? Out of the two of us, I'm not the one who's pathetic. It's you. Goodluck on your game tomorrow, Atsumu."

You walked away without turning back, knowing that once you spared him another glance, you'd go back and fight for your feelings.

But what's the point of fighting when you're the only one who's willing to fight?

A week later, you were back to your usual attitude or at least that's what you wanted yourself to believe. At least you're trying, right?

There were times that your eyes would drift towards Atsumu's direction but you kept on reminding yourself that you won't be able to move on unless you really put effort on throwing away your feelings.

When classes ended, you were left alone in your classroom due to cleaning duties. While you were sweeping the part near the door, you managed to catch Atsumu's back and saw that he was talking to someone - it was Yuki.

You stared at his back longingly and let out a sigh because you knew that despite how much you're trying to disregard your feelings, you miss the feeling of being beside him.

You missed his voice, his goofiness, everything.

"Bestfriends, huh?" you whispered to yourself and chuckled at how pathetic you must've been, pining over someone you knew who'd never look at you.

After doing your cleaning duties, you exit the room and decided to walk on the opposite direction since Atsumu and Yuki were still talking on the direction where the exit was supposed to be.

Who would want to hear their crush talking to their girlfriend anyway? Certainly not you.

The only downside of going in the direction you chose was that you weren't familiar with it. Even though you've been studying here for three years now, there were still places you weren't familiar of.

It was now getting dark and you brought out your phone to use the flashlight. You noticed that you're already out of the building, however, the surroundings weren't familiar to you.

You decided to continue walking, realizing that you somehow made it to the back of the school. Trees surrounded you and only a few lights were there to guide your way.

"Shit," you whispered to yourself as you realized that you were getting nowhere.

You decided to go back to the direction you came from but you only seemed to confuse yourself even more. Tears were now starting to well up in your eyes as you nervously tried to find your way back.

You sqealed as something rustled behind you. You immediately ran out of panic and fumbled with your phone, dialing the first number you could click.

"Y/n?"

It's him.

"'Tsumu, I-" you paused for a moment to catch your breath and sat down on the ground, your back resting against a tree. "Help me."

You hear some shouting and some wooshing sounds from the other side of the phone before Atsumu's voice filled your ears. "Where are you, angel?" he asked with concern lacing his voice.

"I don't know. I was just looking for the exit and the next thing I know I'm surrounded with trees and there's this sound of rustling so I ran away," you said without pausing. "Tsumu, I'm scared."

"I'll go find ya, okay? But first calm down. Can ya do that for me? Just breathe and tell me the directions ya can remember."

After explaining all the things you could remember, Atsumu didn't drop the call. Instead, he stayed on the line and comforted you with his words.

It wasn't long then when Atsumu appeared on your line of vision and the first thing you did was wrap your arms around him. You were quickly enveloped in his warmth as he rubbed your back soothingly.

"It's okay now, y/n. I'm here," he whispered as he kept on rubbing your back.

After having a few moments to calm you down, Atsumu instructed you to climb on his back. You wanted to decline but due to how tired your legs felt because of running, you had no choice but to agree.

"I'm sorry for calling you. You must've been busy," you mumbled while resting your head on his shoulder.

"I was actually still around school when ya called. I saw ya cleaning and decided to wait for ya but Yuki wanted to talk to me. The next moment I know, ya were gone but I still waited because I knew that if ya went home already, you would've passed by but ya didn't," Atsumu explained, his grip on your thighs tightening as he spoke.

"I guess Yuki and you are now-"

"I spoke to her to tell her to stop giving me random stuff." Atsumu licked his lips nervously before continuing, "When you left, I realized how much I messed up. I spouted some offensive words to ya and rejected ya without thinking of the consequences."

"Tsumu..."

"Let me finish, okay? This is the only chance I'm getting and there's no way I'm going to waste it. I already wasted a lot of time."

You gave a small nod as the memories of what happened all came flooding back to you. You fisted your hands and bit your lower lip to stop yourself from crying.

"I was scared. Ya were the only one who was genuine to me. Everytime I'm around you, I'm just me. I'm just Atsumu. Not the setter of the volleyball team nor the noisy twin of 'Samu," he said, followed be a chuckle.

"I was used to girl fawning over me. I have this mentality that girls are just after my reputation and when ya confessed to me, the first thing that entered my mind was that you were the same as them, that you were only going to use me. In the end, I didn't only lost my bestfriend but also the person I love. I'm sorry for hurting for you, angel."

Atsumu placed you down once you both made it infront of the school gate. He was looking you intensely and you didn't fail to notice that his eyes were glossed with tears as well. "I like you, and if this time, ya realized that yer feelings for me are no longer there, I'd respect it."

He took your hands in his and squeezed them tightly, not enough to hurt you but just enough to let you know that he was afraid to let you go.

"It's always been here. My feelings for you never faded despite how much I wanted them to disappear," you said as you stared at him lovingly, tears of happiness now flowing freely down your cheeks. "I still like you, 'Tsumu."

"Fuck. You don't know how much hearing ya say that makes me happy right now." Atsumu let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around you. His scent filled your nose and you couldn't stop yourself from burrying your face to the side of his neck.

"I love ya."

"And I love you too, 'Tsumu."

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