#wa i t it’s two in the morning you really Do have a point

[rubra-wav]

Hi! I’m autistic and a lesbian and my current hyper fixation/ comfort show is Hazbin Hotel and my favorite/comfort character is Angel Dust. I was wondering if you could write a platonic Angel x gn/fem reader that is angsty and involves the reader comforting and taking care of Angel after a really bad night with Valentino. With cuddling, and handholding and Angel dealing with addiction/ self harm and the reader just being there and supporting him or something. I totally understand if not I just thought I would ask. Also I’m a huge fan of your work!!

Safe and Sound If Only For Now (Angel Dust x Reader fic)

A/N Absolutely can, and 100% understand the vision. THE BOY NEEDS TO BE TAKEN CARE OF. 🗣

Also, thank you sm im glad my writing is being enjoyed 🙏

CW: marking it as NSFW due to the themes within but theres not any actual smut, hurt/comfort, angst, gn!reader, written as platonic but could be seen as romantic as well, Angel throws up at one point(dk if I need to tw that), themes of s/h and addiction, reference to trauma responses and mentions of physical and sexual abuse

When you were called downstairs by a very concerned Charlie at the wee hours of the morning, you knew that the night Angel Dust had was hell without having to even see him.

He'd apparently stumbled loudly through the door about 10 minutes ago, clearly not sober but still demanding a drink looking absolutely trashed. Husk had attempted to touch his shoulder, and the bartender was promptly smacked away with a yell to 'not touch him!'

Your footsteps had pattered loudly on the creaky floorboards down the hall of your hotel room as you quickly made your way to the bar where you knew he was.

And there you found him.

The hunched over, trembling figure of your friend with two of his arms folded around his head, a glass of alcohol you know tasted like utter shit clutched in another shaky hand.

Husk looked at you tiredly from behind the bar with clear relief on his features as he gestured to Angel with a look that asked you to take care of him - do what he couldn't in this moment.

It had taken a lot of verbal coaxing to get Angel to put down the drink and come with you to your room, but he eventually allowed you to gently grip his hand and tug him up the stairs and back down the hall to your room.

The second the door had shut behind the two of you, he'd completely fallen apart as you told him he was safe now.

That's how you were in this situation now, slumped on the floor next to the bed with Angel's face buried into the front of your shirt, your arms pulling his face closer and running your fingers through his messed up fur, carefully avoiding touching his neck and shoulders as you whispered to him softly to let it out.

Seconds ticked into minutes as his previously loud crying had slowly turned into broken, shaking sobs that were barely audible as you sat there with him slumped against you.

It was rather uncomfortable, your knees digging into the coarse rug on the floor of your room, but at the moment, that didn't much matter.

"'ank you. 'Ank you 'o much." He slurred out finally, voice cracking with emotion.

You hummed in response, relieved to hear his voice finally.

You removed your hands from where they were combing through his fur and instead cupped his cheeks, pulling his face away from your chest carefully.

Sympathy and anger stabbed through you painfully as you observed the darkening bruise on his puffy under-eye that had now been exposed with his tears. That asshole.

You brushed a thumb over the bruise with a furrowed brow, your frown deepening at the way he winced despite you barely even grazing it. You quickly moved your thumb away.

Angel's unfocused, bloodshot eyes watched you react to it with clear guilt. He swallowed thickly as he forced a grin onto his face. "'T's nothin' I'm not used to, toots." He mumbled. He could tell you didn't believe it for a second, and his heart sank despite all the alcohol knocking through him. Shit, he didn't want to sober up.

He could feel the pain he was trying to numb already creeping back into his body, though, and he 'tsk'd' with a hissing breath.

You shook your head slowly and got a better look at him as his eyes shut with a wince.

His jacket was a mess, a bite mark that was still bleeding soaking into his collar peaked out at you, and you grit your teeth as you looked down to see more droplets soaking into other places as well on his sides and hips.

Christ.

"I'm going to go get some things to help fix you up. Are you okay with taking a shower on your own?" You murmured softly but very seriously.

Angel forced his eyes open and nodded despite moving being the last thing he wanted to do right now, having you leave being even lower on that list.

"Yeah.. 'ut get me a change of clothes while you're out. That is unless you wanna see me in nothing more than a towel." He joked with a humour that was obviously not present, voice still very much hoarse.

You smiled at the comment half-heartedly and nodded. "I'll be right back, I swear." You gently patted his cheek before gripping his hands to help him stand up. With the tremendous height difference, it didn't do too much, but you could see he was appreciative of it nonetheless.

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After a couple of minutes, you came back into the room with a change of clothes, a first aid kit, and a water bottle in one hand, a cup of hot chocolate in the other made just how liked it.

Angel was sitting on your bed awkwardly with a white towel draped over his lap. As he stood up and turned the other way to slip on the pair of shorts you'd bought him, you could fully see some of the multiple bite marks that were seeping into Angel's fur, matting it.

Your fists clenched and unclenched but you still didn't voice the silent fury coursing through you at what had clearly happened to him.

You placed the hot chocolate in Angel's hands as he sat back down, receiving a barely audible thanks, and then set into disinfecting the various marks and patching them up.

Each time he tensed up and hissed due to the disinfectant, you apologised profusely but didn't stop as you wanted to get it over as soon as possible for his sake.

Angel dug his teeth into the mug in his hands to avoid biting his tongue or cheek as he winced in pain, the hot drink on your part both a crutch and a grounding tool so he didn't dissociate away from everything completely.

If that happened, he knew he'd most likely pass out and that was the last thing he needed to do right now while you were making sure he didn't get some horrific infection from the wounds he'd sustained.

He was so incredibly tired of so much.

He didn't want to keep seeing the blurred images of the afternoon and night that made him want to start sobbing again.

He couldn't even remember properly, it was all a blur; hungry hands on him, faces and bodies he couldn't quite remember, and Valentino's red eyes looking down on him as his fist closed around his neck. All his memories were out of place, like a ripped up photograph rearranged wrongly.

Angel didn't even know what he'd done to get punished by him today.

He'd come to realise there was no real reason though due to you telling him as much, and that searching for it would just make spiral. It wasn't his fault that that moth-winged cunt had decided to break him today.

Or at least, that was the logical answer.

He still remembered the words that plagued him through the mess of memories and painful sensations staring at back at him like a hall of mirrors, though. 'You brought this upon yourself, Angelcakes.' Said through a cruel, patronising grin right before those same teeth dug into him again, and again, and again.

Angel grit his teeth as the memory made his head hurt before gagging as horrific nausea suddenly hit him all at once.

You cursed, having just finished up patching his wounds and pulled him towards the bathroom sink in your ensuite.

You took the hot chocolate from his hands before using the other to sweep his fur out of the way just in time as he started wretching loudly into the sink.

You patted his back awkwardly as he threw up all of what he'd been binging for the night in rapid succession, looking at a crack near the door frame of your bathroom to try give him some semblance of privacy.

After a couple of seconds, Angel panted with a horrified expression on his face at the taste in his mouth, shuddering.

"That was fuckin nasty, 'm sorry." Angel cringed, trembling with exertion as he washed out the sink and his mouth.

"If you're sick, you're sick, Angie." You continued rubbing his back gently as Angel straightened up, sighing in relief as he felt more steady now that everything had all been purged from his system.

One part of himself wanted to go bother Husk for more to drink, but he pushed it away, instead opting for the now lukewarm cup of hot chocolate that was sitting neglected on the edge of the bathroom sink.

He gripped the mug and threw it back, chugging it in the hope of washing out the horrific taste that still stuck around.

"Wait a second, I'll give you the painkillers with that." You called over you shoulder as you went to rummage through the first aid kit.

Angel slowly walked out of the bathroom after you, hunched over to be about your height as he waited for the pills. He tiredly spaced out as he looked at your hands going through the pile of stuff you'd brought.

You pressed the meds into his palm, and watched as he quickly downed it. "Do you wanna stay in my room tonight?" You asked as you cleared the stuff off of your bed.

You didn't really need the verbal confirmation as Angel flopped down onto your bed with a loud groan as he finally relaxed, exhaustion passing over every part of him.

You chuckled softly, and crawled up next to him, gently wrapping your arms loosely around his lower back as you pulled his face into your chest again.

He wrapped his arms around you in turn, another one of his hands creeping towards yours in silent request. You understood, lacing your fingers with his and gently nuzzled affectionately into the top of his head.

You could feel him start shaking softly again, once again tearing up despite everything. You tightened your embrace as you felt wet tears sink into your shirt again.

"It's okay, honey. It's okay. You're safe here with me." You repeated.

"Thank you 'o much." Angel whispered, tightening his grip on you in an attempt to bring you and your warmth to the bottomless pit of despair he constantly tried to forget.

"No problem. I love you, Angie. I really hope you know that." You gently kissed the top of his head, squeezing your hand laced with his reassuringly. "Now come on, try to get some sleep, you must be exhausted."

Angel's crying slowly stopped as the feeling of the security you provided swept over him like a warm blanket, creeping into every last crack in himself and filling it. The rhythmic beat of your heart under his cheek lulled him to complete calmness.

He didn't want it to end, but he still slipped into the warm embrace of sleep.

If only for a small while, the lock on his prison cell wasn't as cold, and the bars were not visible through your arms.

All that shit could wait until tomorrow.

I've read over it multiple times, but if there are errors y'all can see reading this one pls lmk - my brains been on wrong a bit today.

Bruh I just want Angel to be happy and cared for istg, he deserves it. 😭

#angel dust headcanons #angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel angel dust #me contemplating writing valentino getting the shit kicked out of him after this one fr #hazbin hotel

[3amsnek]

please sleep

#pfhdhdhsg what do you have against my late night kitten agenda /lh /j #snek asks #yes i did draw this as fast as possible on a sticky note without consulting the previous drawing for reference #my art? #my oc art #sharyusu #but yes you do have a point I will try #wa i t it’s two in the morning you really Do have a point #the kitten is now a form of thanks for the reminder #also uno reverse you must sleep as well

[softjakehoon]

My Roommate Who Uses an XL Condom pt. 1

pairing: Jay/Reader

includes: slight edging, deep throat, cum in mouth, rough sex, breeding kink, roommate sex

warning: this is a written smut, if you don’t like reading stuff like this, scroll down for your sake please it’s not that complicated, thank you. 

also, this was inspired by a manga called "Joushi no Asoko wa XL size" and it's the part about the xl condom thingy, which would be on the second part though. and of course, our y'n being a product reviewer. the rest are based on my imagination.

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You've been searching for a part-time job for a couple of hours now, but most of the jobs available are full-time shifts. You're in your fourth year in college and you're pretty much occupied with all of the school works and activities that's why you resigned from your previous customer service job. You have no choice but to choose a job that will allow you to manage your own time. It's not like you wanted to do this out of boredom. You have to support yourself to afford your tuition fees and daily expenses. Your parents are both senior citizens so you had to work right after you turned 18.

"Product reviewer? No way, this sounds too good to be true."

One-week deadline per product.

Flexible work schedule. 

Salary offer $1000 per review.

You didn't hesitate to submit your application. You have to get this job or you won't be able to pay rent. You don't even have anything to eat for this week. You sighed at your current situation. You went to the shower room to clean up before going to bed. 

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You woke up around 8 am, starving. You went to the kitchen to find something to eat. You were surprised to see the fridge full of actual food to eat. 

"Am I dreaming? How is the fridge full of food when it was empty last night?" You grabbed a tub of marinated beef and began cooking. 

"Fuck, when was the last time I ate meat? I've only been eating ramen and junk food lately. No wonder I feel like shit." You laughed at your own misery. You were cut off by the sound of the door opening. You don't remember inviting anyone over to your apartment. You don't have a roommate as well so you started to feel nervous. 

"Who is it?" You shouted while chewing on the meat you wrapped with lettuce. 

You turned your head around to see a man around your age wearing all black and a frown on his face. 

"Who are you?" He asked you back. 

"I asked you a question first. Why do you have a key to my apartment?" This time, you went to speak to him up close. You're near-sighted so you wanted to see him up close. 

"I'm Jay. I moved in last night. Are you my roommate?" He kept his cold expression. 

He's handsome as fuck, but cold as hell. You thought to yourself. Too bad. 

"Oh, that must be why the fridge is full this morning. Fuck, sorry I cooked the beef bulgogi just now. I will pay you back once I get paid from my job." You looked down from embarrassment. 

"That's alright." He didn't even bother to ask your name and went to his room. You didn't want to bug him about it since you still owe him a tub of beef so you just shrugged your shoulder and finished your breakfast. 

While eating, you checked on your email for updates. 

"Holy fuck." Your jaw dropped upon reading an email. It was from the company you applied to last night. You got the job, and you're starting today. 

You signed the contract immediately and submitted all the needed requirements. Your first product will arrive in the afternoon so you couldn't help but be excited while washing the dishes. 

After doing the dishes, you decided to do the laundry. You've been going braless in the apartment when you were still alone but you have a male roommate now so you can't do that anymore. You needed to wash them. 

"Fuck, I ran out of shorts as well? What have I been doing all this time to forget doing my laundry?"

You decided to wear an oversized almost see-through white shirt and black underwear. 

While you were putting your clothes in the front load washing machine, you heard him pretending to cough. 

You dropped the clothes upon hearing that and looked around to see him piercing you with his eyes staring straight at your body. 

"What do you think are you doing?" He said, raising his eyebrows. 

"I'm doing my laundry. Are you blind?" You looked to your side, afraid of meeting his eyes. 

He stood in front of you, "I'm not. In fact I'm very much pleased of what I'm seeing right now." You gulped when he touched your chin and forced you to look into his eyes. 

"What are you doing?" You're starting to get nervous, or turned on. You don't know anymore. Is it because you haven't had sex for so long now? Fuck, you know you can't have sex with your roommate. You know damn well how it would end since your ex was also your roommate before. 

"I'm making you look at my face. Ever since we met you've been avoiding my gaze." He smirked at you, turning you on even more. 

"T-that's because you look scary, dude. Geez, get your hands off me or I will punch your face so I won't have any reason to look at it." You tried to push him away only for him to corner you on the wall with his arms locking you in. 

"Don't call me that. Or I will kiss you right now." You knew he wasn't bluffing. But for some reason, you wanted to kiss him as well. So you called him that. 

"Stop playing around, dude. Can't you see I'm busy doing someth-" You were cut off by his lips on yours. It stayed still for a short moment as if he was trying to see how you would react. But when he sensed you closing your eyes, he began to move his lips along with yours.

It was a sweet and passionate kiss as if he knew you all his life. It felt so good, you couldn't help but pull his hair, making the kiss deeper. His right hand holding your face along with your jaw, his left hand holding your waist, keeping you close to his body. You could feel your core starting to get wet from the heat that you're feeling, making you rub your thighs together. Taking the hint, Jay placed his knee in the middle and closed the distance between your body. You're now grinding on his thighs, desperately looking for friction and release. 

"Are we just gonna kiss all day or are you going to fuck me?" You pulled away from the kiss and chased your breath.

"I thought you said you're busy." He smirked again. 

"Well now I'm not." You kissed him again, this time with so much lust and desire. Jay is incredibly handsome, he's tall and has a nice body as well. Normally, you don't hang out with guys like him because you know they're always into pretty girls, but you don't want to think about it for now. 

"Relax, baby. I'll get you nice and ready first." He grabbed your breasts as soon as he removed your shirt, sucking on your nipples while his right hand palming your core. 

"I guess I don't even need to. You're soaking wet already. Is this all for me, babe?" He removed your last piece of clothing and slipped two fingers inside you. 

"Fuck, Jay. Shut up already and put it in.” You can't help but moan as he slips his fingers in and out of you.

“Stop bossing me around, brat.” There was a sudden change in his aura, his fingers thrusting in and out of you now roughly. 

“Damn it, I wanna cum on your cock, please. Fuck me already.” You begged. You’re about to reach your climax under his touch. All of a sudden, he removed his fingers making you bite your lips in frustration.

“What the hell? Why did you sto-” You were cut off when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pushing you down on your knees. He immediately removed his belt and tied your hands with it. You stared at him with your puppy eyes while waiting for him to remove his clothes.

He pumped his cock a couple of times before squeezing your cheeks, a sign for you to open your mouth. You were taken aback by the size of his cock in your tiny mouth. You can’t even touch him to support yourself, so he was holding you by your hair and fucking your mouth as he wants. 

“See, this is what your mouth is for. It’s not for you to talk back, or be a brat. This mouth is meant for my cock.” Tears pooled in your eyes as the tip of his dick hits your throat every time he would thrust. You were able to get rid of your gag reflex, thanks to your ex.

“Fuck, how are you so good at this? I fucking love your mouth. You’ve got no gag reflex? Fucking insane, ahh.” He’s growling at this point. You can tell he’s close as the veins in his dick are getting more prominent and it’s twitching inside your mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” After a couple of thrusts, he came down your throat. You gladly swallowed his cum, making sure nothing goes to waste.

“Shit, brat. You better remember how I taste.” He said, untying your hands from his belt. He helped you to stand, kissing you while placing you on top of the counter. 

He took no time in aligning himself into your core. He gathered your wetness using the tip of his dick and finally pushed it in. You can definitely feel the stretch but the pleasure goes beyond the pain at this point. You were moaning softly against his ear. 

“Fuck, you feel so tight around me.” His thrust getting steady and rougher each time.

“You feel so good, Jay. I’m gonna cum.” You’re finally getting the release he denied you earlier.

“That’s right, cum on my cock.” You moaned in response. Your walls tightening around him even more, making him meet his nearing climax for the second time.

“Cum with me, Jay. Come inside me, please.” You were on birth control anyway. You were on an injectable contraceptive and it’s still in effect ‘til now. You will probably need to ask him if he’s fucking around later on but you really wanted to have his cum inside you. Hearing you beg for his cum was music to his ears. After easing you from your high with a couple of thrusts, he came right after. You felt his dick twitch inside you, his cum spreading heat in your walls. He pulled out seconds after, making his cum leak out of you.

Jay swore he took a mental image of it in his mind. You looked so hot, all fucked out because of him. You, on the other hand, waited for him to help you get off the counter.

Which he didn’t do. He put on his clothes and went straight to the bathroom to clean himself. 

“What a jerk. Did he just leave me here after all that?” You tried not to feel too disappointed. Still, it made you feel angry. He could’ve at least helped you. “I’m never having sex with you again, asshole.” You said just enough for him to hear you in the bathroom.

Author’s note: Jay’s point of view will be on the second part. He’s a gentleman pls.

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen jay #enhypen jay x reader #enhypen jay scenarios

[joshslater]

Dionysus

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I was very hesitant when he picked me up at the nightclub. I could feel the disappointment and outright hostility from all the women and a lot of the men as the God walked up to me, started to make out, and then asked if I was up for some fun. That's what you get away with when no one ever says "no" I thought. With his incredibly handsome face, black hair, and athletic build that was probably not a word he was used to hearing. It would be impossible for him to know I was into guys, and coming on so strong could land you in hot water or rather knocked cold on the floor. Turns out he could know, and there was more to him than just utter handsomeness and unparalleled confidence. Way more.

It was back at his place he asked me if I could look like someone else, who would I pick? That's a game I've played many times before, so I instantly knew to answer Marco Albieri, the soccer player. He raised an eyebrow, took a step from me, and asked me why. "I don't know what it is about soccer players, but something about the game makes their bodies stunningly handsome. And Marco is just a step above the rest." He smiled a bright smile, made a dramatic gesture, and I was Marco. Looked exactly like him at least. It took me a moment to even realize what had just happened, but I could see myself in the full-length mirror. Or I couldn't, I should say. I saw Marco Albieri in full Paris Saint-Germain F.C. game kit. Mesmerized I took a step closer to the mirror, and Marco on the other side of the glass stepped closer as well. I looked just like him, my wettest, wankiest dream. I'd come so many times to exactly this fantasy. There was even a sheen of post-game sweat making all the skin glistening in his hallway designer lights.

He approached me from behind, still handsome but now by a much narrower margin. "You ready to fuck?" I didn't even answer but just turned around and kissed him. He wasn't shy in grouping me back. What followed was the longest fuck fest I've ever been part of. We went from room to room. It was like this body had limitless stamina, though it was the body of Marco after all, but an insatiable horny lust as well. Perhaps he had that too. It wasn't until early morning I fell asleep next to him, exhausted.

It was almost noon when I woke up, disoriented by everything. It was like it wasn't until now the craziness and impossibility of last night hit me. I could see Marco Albieri in the mirror at the other side of the bedroom, without shirt, and the most unkempt hair I had ever seen him with. I knew for a fact the secret hairstyling trick was body fluids. I suddenly felt very uneasy and exposed. Vulnerable even. I was here on vacation. How could I leave if I didn't look like my passport? How could I leave this building looking like Marco? There would be fans stopping me instantly. What the fuck am I thinking about? I'm erased from the world. No one I know, no one in my family would recognize me. Could I convince them I'm me and not a millionaire soccer player? Perhaps. But my life would be so complicated.

That's when he lazily strolled into the bedroom, completely naked showing off his chiseled body, one mug in each hand.

"You did this! How the fuck did you do this? You can't leave me like this!" "Morning!"

He handed me one of the mugs. On reflex I took a large sip of coffee only to discover it was red wine. It took me by surprise and I almost sprayed his white sheets with red mist of wine, but instead got some down my lungs and started to cough.

"Is this really the best you can think of?" he said. At first I had no idea what he meant. Then, still coughing, I realized it was my body again. The one I used to fly here, check into the hotel, and go out to nightclubs with.

"I... It's awfully inconvenient if I tried to leave with a different body." "That's it? That's the only reason?"

I felt stupid and unsure what to say. I liked my body, so why was it so hard to defend it? He took a large sip from his coffee mug of wine and climbed into bed next to me, but standing on his knees looking down on me.

"When's your flight back?" "Eh, in... On Sunday." "Plenty of time to let loose. How about going to the beach like this?"

This time I noticed the shift. The bed sagged down a bit under the extra load and I didn't even have to look in the mirror to see the freakish muscles. Two huge chest muscles peeked into my field of vision, and moving my arm I could see it was thicker than what my legs used to be.

I felt light-headed as we walked down to the beach. Probably the wine. He was subtle and classy, black Nike sneakers, black boardshorts, and a white T-shirt. I was anything but subtle. Probably twice his mass, annoying flip flops that flipped and flopped every step, white compression shorts that looked blindingly bright against my deep tan, a purple thong that peeked up over the rim of the shorts by the hips, visible because the neon yellow tank top was cropped above the belly button to show off the abs. The stringer waved for every step as my obscene pecs push out the yellow fabric like a hanging flag. It touched my body in surprisingly few places. Top of the traps and the nipples more or less.

After spending a few hours getting everyone passing by on the beach to turn their heads to observe the freak show he asked me to play floatation device for him. We went out in the water and did our best to have sex just outside where the waves broke. I think anyone who paid close attention could tell what we did, but no one could be really sure. He didn't appear to care.

"I made you something," he whispered. "What?" "A surfer," he said and begun walking towards the beach. As I wiped my long hair out of my face I understood he changed me again. No more shaved head, no more enormous meat slab. I still had a six-pack, I was still 6'-something, and my skin was deeply tanned, but that's about where the similarities ended. "Why?" I asked as I lied down on the beach towel next to his. "First dive bar opens soon, and I thought this would play better to the crowd." I was feeling woozy. "We want to play to the crowd?" He reached over and squeezed the pec closest to him. "Well, make them jealous at least."

There was something nagging at the edge of my thoughts. Some question I felt I needed to ask. I just couldn't quite put it into coherent thought.

"Did you drug me?" He made a high-pitched "Mmmm" sound. "Just a bit. To fit with the rest. Just go with it."

I shut my eyes, relaxed, and let his hand stroke me. I don't know how long we lied like that. Not too long, because the sun hadn't moved that much, but I sure did dozed off.

"Come on!" he said, like it was asking me to hurry up for the third time. A bit confused I got up from the beach towel. I wore a pair of eye-popping turquoise board shorts with black pattern and trim. Neon turquoise, if such a color was a thing. I knew it had a real trade name, but somehow it kept slipping my mind. They had a good fit, not loose, not tight, but rode low on my lithe body. Fuzzy pubes peeked out over the waistband, like a little forest edge where the treasure trail from the belly button ended. I looked around for a shirt or something to put on, but there was nothing except for a pair of flip-flops. These didn't look as cheap and fit much better than the previous pair though.

"Is that it?" I asked incredulously. "What more do you need?" he said, and looked at me like he wanted me for dinner. "Come!"

The bar wasn't far away and already busy when we arrived. He almost danced in, basically dragging me in, holding my hand. I was woozy from whatever I was drugged with, but in a way that made everything look amazing to me. In any direction I looked I was delighted by what I saw, no matter how mundane. The bar was not even half full and everyone looked as relaxed as you would expect from a bar half a block from the beach, though no one else was bare-chested. The decor was a random mix of styles, as expected by a dive bar. Tables for two or four were lined up in front of the bar at the back of the room. From a backroom somewhere behind it pumped music. I looked at my watch to see if it was already dance time, but I was only wearing a red nylon cord as a bracelet.

"You must be thirsty after a day in the sun," he said and handed me an Aperol Spritz. I could have sworn he hadn't left me for the bar, but then I didn't really trust my senses. We took a table for four and sat next to each other, facing the rest of the room. "So, tell me about your day," he continued, as if he hadn't been there for all of it.

For whatever reason I found it hard to figure out where to start, like it was all jumbled together despite nothing of consequence had happened. I began to describe how I had woken up in bed and how he surprised me with breakfast. How I had mistaken the red wine for coffee. I could feel his hand moving down my abs and into my board shorts. As he pulled out my erect cock from the shorts my immediate thought was of surprise. I hadn't realized I was hard. I continued to talk about how we went to the beach, while he was jerking me off with one hand under the table. It then hit me that I had no idea what my dick looked like, if it was big or small. I had never seen it. He had transformed me somehow into this surfer. How could I have forgotten something so monumental.

At that point I shot my load under the table. Four or five large pumps. I was suddenly aware again that there were people around us, and looking around tried to figure out if any of them could see I had my dick out. At the same time I was still feeling high or whatever it was. "I'll get a refill," he said, stood up and headed for the bar. I decided to put my dick back into the shorts.

"Hey, dude. Is he like your boyfriend?" someone standing next to me asked. How long had he been there? He was handsome, not quite as tall as I was now, but more muscled. The tight billabong shirt didn't hide much. "Him? No. We just..." I was trying to think of a good word. I wasn't sure what he was, or what was happening at all really. "Wanna check out the dance floor?" "Yeah... Yeah, I would."

I followed him towards the bar, and away to the side into the dance room. It was far from packed, but we were not alone at least. Immediately I regretted following him there, even before he started moving to the music. Once he did I knew I would look silly. I started to mimic his moves best I could. He smiled a crooked smile, though not an unkind one, when he saw what I was doing. He leaned forward and barely audible over the music asked "Are you up for a second round?"

"What do you mean?" I asked back. "I saw what that other dude did to you. I live nearby, if you want to try something that isn't over in minutes."

In the door opening I see him standing with two large drinks in his hands. He looks emotionless, which in itself was a scary contrast to how he looked before. He then drinks one of the drinks in one go, then immediately empties the other one as well. No sooner has he turned away with two empty glasses when I feel a desperate need to take a piss. He's fucking with me.

"Don't go anywhere," I say and dash towards to men's room.

It's empty. I go to the lone urinal and yank my dick out of the white thong. I'm confused, but happy I got there in time to relieve myself. Why am I wearing only a white thong to a bar? As the piss is streaming for longer than I can ever recall I look down my bare smooth legs and find a pair of eye-catching red hightops. When I'm finally done I have a look at myself in the mirror. Cute, young Latino boy with a red baseball cap on his unkempt hair, and a grey shirt. The shirt in a way makes the thong stand out even more and look intentionally inappropriate. Perfect!

I return to the dance floor and find the guy waiting. "There you are. Let's go!" he says, almost demanding. He doesn't say anything on the way to his apartment two blocks away. I keep looking his way, and it feels like my dick is growing bigger every time I look at those muscled arms. His pace is brisk without being conspicuous, he clearly wants us to get to his place as quickly as possible without being seen. In through an unlocked entrance, up two flights of stairs, and in through his apartment door.

As soon as he whisked me in and closed the door behind us he grabs me, shoves me into the wall next to us, and forcefully kisses me on my mouth. "You fucking whore! I'm so fucking horny you better know what you're doing."

He snores loudly again. I had tried to ignore it to spend a few more hours in the bed, but it's getting pointless to try to sleep any more. I carefully get up and get dressed. No need for a shower, now that everything dried. I make a final check I got everything with me that I brought in. There is that nagging feeling that I'm missing something. Well, whatever it was it can't be important. Quietly I exit his apartment and make my way out of the building. I feel restless being so quiet and calm, like it is unnatural for me to be that way. I basically explode in emotions as I exit the building and literally dance down the last few steps.

I try to think what to do next. My mind is like a spinning punch bowl of thoughts and I'm only able to fish out simple verbs. Party! Drink! Dance! Fuck! The sun is barely up, but perhaps I can find some nightclub still open.

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I wrote ‘ thank you for 300 followers ‘ angst ☹️

you knew this was wrong you knew it yet here you were standing in front of the stadium your heart beating through the sweater you wore to fight off the cold you had

to fight off the tears

the heartbreak and not only that but the pure sadness you felt for yourself

you moved through the hallways as you took a deep breath hand steady on the door. You felt as the emptiness of the hallway washed over you

“ once you do that y/n your not only on bad terms with one of them but both “

You dropped your head as you heard kageyamas voice come out softly.

He knew right now what you didn’t need was insensitive comments he was sure you’d get those inside

“y/n just don’t go in “ you shuddered when he reached out his hand to grab your arms and pull you back but your grip only tightening on the door

“ fine your funeral “ he moved back hurt at the action walking inside the gym your body following as he held the door open for you. “ you won’t be alone— I mean yeah kind of because your like dead but, i’ll — i’ll go “

Small steps echoing through the now quiet gym as everyone had been cleaning up to end practice but now all stood staring down at you

‘of course right now they all have to be tall ‘

“ ah ah y/n —w-what are you doing here “

you slowly pulled your head up as you toyed with your backpack straps in anxiousness

“ yeah —y/n “ that annoying voice let out as you heard footsteps “ what are you doing here “

you bit you lip as you felt your hands go sweaty

‘ I have to answer him ‘

“ I just —yams can we talk please “

he looked around in nervousness as he shook his head up and down “ yeah y-yeah sure “

“ thank yo-“

“ well I think that it seems of lesser importance if you waited all day to tell him “

tsukishimas voice continued “ I mean school just let out —could of told him in class “

he stepped closer to you “ lunch —he was with you oh no wait you sat somewhere else “

his voice was questioning as you pressed your teeth harder into your lip “ or were you sitting on someone else “

“ tsukki “ yamaguchis voice came out in a squeal everyones body shaking as you felt people look to you and then back to the floor trying to save you the embarrassment

“ what their the one who’s clearly not being honest here “ his eyebrows tightned in disgust “ just fucking dump ‘em already they didn’t even come here to tell the truth “

“ yeah but they might have been willing to tsukki if you just “

“ if I what ? was nice about it like you are “

“ ye—“

“ that’s why your getting fucking cheated on right now yamaguchi “

your breath stopped as the room went even quieter you could feel your boyfriends eyes prickle with tears at the accusation “ I-“

your voice got cut off as yams spoke “ that’s not -why would — your your out of line “

“ i’m “

“ why else do you think their standing here — why they avoided you all fucking day “ he sighed “ yams come on don’t be so fucking dense over a s/o “

“ wait let’s talk about thi— “ sugawaras voice was civil as everyones pointed looks moved to him

“ please “ you cried tears already hanging off your lashes “ I—I didn’t cheat I didn’t “

you felt your body grow hot at the new tears and the warmth from someone’s eyes pressing down on your skin “ it wasn’t like that I just — please “

“ then what was it like because as far as I could tell “

“ no no we —we were just talking and I “

“ oh so sitting on someone else lap is talking — letting someone else feed you is talking —y/n how about cheering for someone else at a match your boyfriends on the same court as “

you felt your eyes go blurry “ tsukishima I didn’t — it didn’t feel like cheating just please “

“ it didn’t feel like cheating — then what did it feel like y/n ? because I know how it felt when my best friend was waking me up in the middle of the night in fear when he saw you getting your fucking face eaten at the summer vol-“

“ please I didn’t mean for it t—“

“ what y/n what ? everything I hear out of you is excuses—just own up to it already —that’s the least this new shitty person i’m looking at could do “

“ tsukishima let’s just “ daichi said trying to help calm the situation down “ it’s yamaguchi a — “

“ why do you care so much “ kageyamas voice came out in question as he sipped his milk

“ I mean it seems like it has more to do with them and Yamaguchi than you “

“ because I — “ he scoffed “ imagine getting woken up the whole time we were at the camp at 4 in the morning just to go with your best friend to watch his girlfriend kiss an asshole while he cries next to you—every single day for a week “

“ we—”

“ then they just lie the whole time even after they got caught In the act —I mean I got fucking proof —really “ he laughed “ it’s gotta be considered annoying at some point “

“ please i’m not lying he just “

“ who “ yamaguchis voice came out as you sucked in air “ please let’s just —let’s cut the s-shit who was it—we could never tell it was always so dark when you two met up “

your body dropped at the word he’d never cursed at you before

“ it was — “ you gulped you didn’t even know if the person actually liked you or if they were just doing it because you were the only real girl who spent the night in the same dorms due to lack of space but you liked him

you liked him enough to forget your own boyfriend

using the guy and the camp as if it were a spa retreat

How Had you messed up everything that brought you happiness in a short quick week

“ i’m so sorry “

“ you didn’t say the name “

“ what team “

“ a-aobi johesai “

his body stopped “ oika—“

“ THE GREAT KING “ hinata looked at you sadly “ I — I thought better of you y/n “

you cried more as tsukishima laughed “ yeah right not even him it’s someone else —even he wouldn’t stoop that low “

he looked down on you as he finally stood in front of you whispering “ what the fuck are you dragging this out for tell them who you cheated with— he’s not even ace “ his voice hurt you

“ he’s not captain he’s fucking— “

“ mattsukawa “

your body lifted as you let his name out

“ mattsukawa is who I was meeting with at night “

you let your bottom lip go as you took a deep breath heavy eyes now pulled up to meet everyone “ I didn’t mean for — I think he — I don’t know what happened one minute i was —we were sitting down and the next he wa—“

“ no “ kageyamas voice came out “ your the — “

you looked over at the tall male before directing your eyes to all the third years whos mouths were wide open

“ holy hell your the — your the person that everyone was talking about at the barbecue “

you felt your eyes drop

“ he — he talked about me“ your body fluttered

“ look at ‘em actually liking him “ tsukishima laughed scoffing at the end due to your small look of hope “ you still have a boyfriend y/n not for long but —seriously in his face”

“ uh y/n he “

“ no please I don’t —not here “ sugawaras voice came out caring “ let’s just tell them later “

“ no that’s not righ— “ asahis voice came out

“ he told everyone you were easy “ kageyama said as he crushed his milk box

“ he told everyone on that team that you were simple and that he swore he could get you easily boyfriend or not “

your body shook “ wha—huh — no you “

“ you were a bet y/n—nothing more ,nothing less “ kageyama stared you down eyes holding pain for you but, knowing this was your only chance to fix everything with yams if you knew the truth.

He knew the only way to get you out of this crush mindset was to be harsh

“ y/n we swear if we’d known he was talking about you we would’v-”

again sugawara was cut off eyes going straight to kageyama while his face held annoyance at the first year

“ he took a bet with some other asshole that he could —I don’t know what he meant but he said he could ‘tap that’ and if he could everyone on the team would owe him yen”

your heart fell and your body slumped “ I-I gave hi—I gave him everything “

“ everything ? “ daichis voice came out confused

“ y/n it was only a week long camp how did you? there wasn’t much to give “

your mind went blank as you felt your body grow cold eyes coming up to meet with a disgusted and hurt yamaguchi who stood in shock mouth wide open

“ y-y/n you didn’t “

“ i— I thought that —he talked me int—“

you watched as he moved quickly to the door the loud echo from the slam moving throughout the room

“ uh ? “ tsukishimas voice sounded confused as he lost what you meant not being able to decipher the situation anymore “ I don’t — I don’t get this part “

“ because you start shit tsukishima and don’t know the whole story “ kageyamas voice was crisp

you felt your legs turn to jelly as you back away from the rest of the males running out of the door and home pulling your phone out as you dialed the number you were given

“ yoohoo~ this is the fuckboy hotline how can he help you “

you could hear the laughs over the phone as mattsukawas voice came out in small protest in the background

Them finally calming down as oikawa spoke “ ok no but we’re in the middle of practice which one is this “

“ how much you wanna bet it’s the girl he talked to last match “

“ no no it’s gotta be the one from the market “

“ your all wrong it’s gotta be the person from camp “

they all laughed “ yeah right— that one had a boyfriend matsu-chan’s got no balls for that one “

“ even I know not to touch that one — tried it cause their hot but they weren’t interested in leaving the guy “ oikawas voice came out in a scoff “ y/n’s smart honestly —that’s why she’s with that nice guy cause she wants to be taken care of I doubt they gave in to an asshole like him “

“ but dude swear it they were all over him when he said that their boyfriend sent him to dump ‘em “

“ shit— you lie —they believed that “

“ I mean “ you could feel the shrug that took place over the phone

“ woke up with ‘em in the same room as us “

“ damn mattsu got the angel from camp “ you could feel oikawas pout

“ crap I really wanted her too anytime I tried they said they were happy with spotty boy “

iwazumis voice was questioning as you listened in breathing getting heavier “angel from camp ? what the hell— mattsu you played another one I thought I asked you to stop “

“ I-I did “

“ then who’s that “

your voice came out in tears as you spoke “ c-can I—can I please just talk to mattsukawa “

You just needed reassurance everyone was wrong they had to be —they were

he told you there was no one else that cared enough to tell you about yams cheating.

that yamaguchi trusted him to tell you because tsukishima hated you which, was totally believable after just now

that everyone was lying and he — he was right he had to be

“ holy shi— “ oikawas voice went high in a squeak as he heard the whimpers “ oh hell mattsu-chan —your doing extra spikes what’d you do —whoever this is their crying “

“ which one is it “

“ pl-please oikawa just its y/n just please — “

“ fuck fuck fuck — “ you heard mattsukawas voice come out in panic “ I—i’m not here “

your heart dropped

“ uh — hes not here we um“

“ who’s that which one is that “

you heard as oikawa tried to whisper in hopes you didn’t hear “ that’s— it’s the one he banged at camp for the dare— the crows manager — the freckled losers s/o “

“ t-they did it ? they —mattsu how’d you get that “

“ I just —I might’ve told ‘em their boyfriend didn’t want them anymore “

the team went silent “ i swear I didn’t expect anything other than a kiss so I could get my money but once I kissed em —I —I screwed up I went too fast and —you gotta get ‘em off the phone “

you could hear his panicking “ I took their virginity on accident i swear I swear—I swear “

your hand shook as cries poured from you hearing a louder scream ram into your ear form the other end of the phone

“ do you not feel ashamed “

iwaizumis loud voice rang out “ you—you asshole how dare you —how can you take something like that accidentally—how can you take that from them “

“ I swear I didn’t me—they were sad and i — I didn’t know how to help and we were already halfway there and— “

you heard as the phone dropped to the floor Iwas loud voice booming on the other line hearing the occasional grunt and shuffling on the floor

you ghosting your shaky thumb over the end call button until you felt someone else’s hand lead yours to the red button

your body relaxing when you felt the hand you’d always loved to hold

relaxing into his back that pressed against your backpack only to feel him move away and his warm hand leave your own your hand moving out to grab his again as you turned around

“ no y/n “ his voice was so soft it hurt “ no you don’t get that — you don’t get my comfort “

you couldn’t even argue head looking to the gravely road

“ y’know if anybody I would have thought it’d be tsukishima “ he laughed a little “ that’s what I was afraid of y’know the whole time we dated I was scared you’d leave me for him — i was insecure really “

he shook his head “ but you always reassured me telling me you didn’t see him that way you didn’t like him there was nothing to worry about with him— and I just “ he scoffed his hand running over his face In exhaustion “ I guess I should have asked about other guys and not my fucking best friend— shouldn’t have had such a closed mind to be jealous of my best friend should have been jealous of every guy that passed my view when I was with you “

“ yams n— “

“ please don’t make this harder than it needs to be “ your head rose up at his words finally seeing his red stained eyes and floppy hair that he’d fixed desperately to cover them “ your already making it hard by standing there looking just as beautiful as you looked the day I stammered my way through asking you out “

he smiled “ come here “ you moved over slowly to his arms as he hugged you tightly “ yams please I didn’t mean— he just —he told me “

“ I know I know “ he rubbed your back as you calmed down into him his body encasing your own like a teddy bear that you needed to cry into after a hard day

“ we can fix it and we can just work through this —I know “

“ yeah your right “

he kissed the top of your head continuing to rub your back the moment feeling calm. You’d known yamaguchi wasnt one to keep grudges nor was he one to be mean. So this wasn’t very surprising for you.

You were thankful that he’d give you another chance that you even had a boyfriend like that it was truly a blessing for you causing you to hug him tighter

“ we— we can work through this “ he pulled back to look at you a smile on your face as you looked up at him his own mouth quirking up

“ separately “ he rubbed your arms up and down in a way of comfort “ don’t come to the next travel match y/n “

your face and heart dropped all at once “ but— yams i’m — im a manager “

“ yes I know but — the only reason why you were one was because you were my s/o they made an exception we had enough we only needed two”

“ wh— “

“ I think it’s best if we just go our separate ways — meaning you don’t have to pretend to like managing the team anymore and I can try to suck up my feelings for you “

he stepped back as he wiped his face “ i’m sorry but —i’m tired of getting walked over I need to make boundaries for myself and other people“

you shook silently head threatening to blow off in the amount of pain you were sheltering as he nodded towards your front door “ go on “

you looked between him and your house

“ I still wanna make sure you get in safely “

he smiled softly as you walked to your door moving to open it after toying with the lock

his eyes still on you until you walked in the house to look through the window him nodding twice to the floor, and putting his hand over his heart before he looked to your window he knew you always watched him when he left after dropping you off

he finished by waving his hand and turning around to leave

your back hitting the door and falling to the floor quickly tears falling hard and fast

you weren’t crying because he left you

you weren’t crying because you’d cheated

you were crying because he still said he loved you in the hand signals you two created for each other and gave you the same goodbye he’d given you everyday for two years since grade school

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Dreams, Chapter 11

If you haven’t read this series before, you might want to start on Chapter 1, or check out the Dreams Masterlist! Here’s the series description:

When Dean dies for good leaving Sam and his girlfriend (the reader) behind, they must figure out how to carry on without him. Alone, reeling, and unsure what to do next, trying to honor Dean’s memory and follow their hearts gets even more complicated when their nightmares become dreams that feel a little too real.

Title: Dreams, Chapter 11

Pairing: (past) Dean Winchester x Reader, (eventual) Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2616

Summary: Another dream makes things more clear for the reader and less clear for Sam.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, s l o w  b u r n

           The booths are those plastic-coated pressboard swoops that are so easy to clean, one row down either side of the long room once you walk past the counter to order. Like other pizza places, there are red pepper flakes and grated parmesan on the table, but they also keep ranch dressing in a minifridge behind the counter as a concession to Midwestern sensibilities. You know you’re just outside Dayton just like you know the pizza shop is run by a family, father and two older teenage daughters deftly throwing dough and scattering cheese evenly over it in a way that shows their years of practice. Dean sits across the table with his elbows on it, one forefinger and thumb picking through a plate of nachos between you. His black t-shirt, amulet, and lack of flannel make you notice the hum of the air conditioner in the background, straining over the 90’s alternative radio and reminding you that you’d been here in a heat stroke the summer after you and Dean had gotten together, his golden freckles and lightened tips of his slightly messy hair underlining the memory.

           “They don’t serve nachos here.” It’s half statement and half question.

           “Babe, it’s your dream. They’ll serve whatever you want. Does the pizza suck in Wisconsin or something?”

           The two sisters are whispering to each other as they look over at your table, an almost-argument that ends with who you suspect is the older sister poofing a pinch of flour into the other’s face. They’re both cute girls but she’s adorable, soft cherubic cheeks and messy bun piling impossibly glossy hair on her head as she walks over to the table with a gigantic pizza. “Can I get you anything else?” she asks in a perfect welcoming cheerleader pitch.

           “I think we’re good for now, sweetheart,” Dean purrs with a wink. That you remember; you’d playfully chastised Dean for dazzling the teens, laughing in his face when he’d said it wasn’t on purpose, that he couldn’t help it if chicks dug him. The wink had proved your point then and now it makes the girl’s cheeks flush red.

           She catches herself remarkably well, the stammer almost slipping under the radar as she assures you that you can “holler if you need anything!”

           Dean brushes his fingers free of nacho debris and loosens a piece of pizza from the melting cheese of the ones next to it. “Last time you had all kinds of sweet nothings and questions for me and now you’re Silent Cal?”

           “I don’t think this is real, but I’m pretty sure if I push it you’ll either die in this dream or I’ll wake up, so my plan is to stay here as long as we can.”

           He drops the pizza back into the box and wipes off his fingers on a napkin before slouching into the booth, arm stretched across its length. “So test me then. Gimme a question only I would know or something.”

           “Well if I ask you something that I know the answer to, my brain will just project you knowing it. See the problem?”

           Dean squints and pouts in consideration, touch of a smile dancing across his face and if it isn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen may you be struck dead right now. “Then ask me something you don’t know the answer to.”

           You think about explaining how that too could just be some part of your subconscious recreation of Dean but you don’t want to keep pulling at loose strings in the event that it wakes you up. It’s too hard to keep from smiling, seeing Dean charming and relaxed like this, and when you grin it makes Dean bite his lip. “What’s something I don’t know the answer to?”

           “Ah, ah—I thought I’m just a hologram, how would I know?”

           “Projection, but okay,” you stall. “Wait, here’s one. Sam said when I first started going on jobs with you guys that you had to have a conversation about staying focused. What was that all about?”

           He runs his tongue along the inside of his lower lip. “Man, why would he tell you that?” he says under his breath, smirking mostly to himself before leaning forward to meet your eyes. “Fine. I’m not even sure that you’re going to remember this. There was a vengeful spirit in Indiana, some like homesteader guy, ring a bell?”

           You have only the vaguest sense of recollection and sort of waggle your head to show it.

           “It was way at the beginning of when you started coming on jobs with us. You and Bobby got into it because he wanted you to bring your own car so you could ditch us if we were ‘acting like cretins’ or some shit like that?”

           That fits the last puzzle piece in for you and makes you chuckle. “He ended up giving me like $250 of mad money in case I needed a new room or a bus ticket, yeah. I remember.”

           “I didn’t know that part but that’s gotta be the same trip. The whole thing was really stupid. Basically we were supposed to have your six but both me and Sammy wanted to carry a shotgun instead of doing that protection spell because it looked cooler. We were arguing about it when the spirit whipped a chunk of the barn’s scaffolding at you and we didn’t catch it in time. You heard it coming and ducked so nothing ended up happening, but it fucking demolished the wall behind you. It was a huge fuckup—thing could’ve taken your head clean off, you know? Sam was so broken up about it he was wasted for like a week solid after we dropped you back off at Bobby’s.”

           “Really? That doesn’t sound like him at all.”

           “I know, usually he does some kind of pouty baby bullshit. But I mean both of us felt really guilty that bitching at each other could’ve taken you out.”

           Dean’s eyes rake over your face, seeming to linger over every inch like he’s going to draw a topographical map of it later by memory. You can tell he’s waiting for you to say something but you can’t think of anything other than tracing each of his freckles where they dust across his nose.

           A hand reaches over the table to run his fingertips along the back of yours, and that certainly feels real enough to send an ache into your gut. “What if you ask Sam? If he says that’s not what happened then you can keep saying I’m not real and you don’t have to listen to me.”

           “But he already basically told me that. The only thing I probably wouldn’t have guessed about that is Sam getting drunk about it—these could’ve been just well-informed guesses about when it probably was or the kinds of things it seemed like he was implying.”

           His lips press into a firm line and the barest touch of pink rises in his cheeks. “We, um, we pinky swore on it.”

           The adorableness of his embarrassment makes you grin teasingly as much as the divulgence does. “A pinky promise? You guys must’ve been pretty serious to take such a sacred oath.”

           He rolls his eyes at your ribbing and throws his hands back in his lap with a defeated smirk. “Laugh it up. Would that be good enough proof for you?”

           It seems like Dean has figured out a loophole in the system, but you’re sure the light of day and Sam’s scrutiny will figure out why it isn’t actual evidence of communication with Dean beyond death, and you tell him that.

           A curtain of suspicious confusion falls over Dean’s face. “Sam being weird about it is what’s keeping you from trusting this? Kid, I’ve been talking to Sa—”

           And you woke up.

           The bed was empty next to you but you could smell something sweet in the air and hear the light clinking of pots or pans Sam was trying his best to keep quiet. You blinked back a few tears of frustration—who even cared if it was real or not? Reliving a great memory with Dean was more than enough and instead of enjoying it you’d wasted a chance at some small respite from your constant ache of grief. And even then, you hadn’t used any of your time to figure out how the whole thing worked, how you could see him again.

           But the most pressing issue was what you thought Dean had been trying to say before disappearing; that he had gotten through to Sam. Sam, of course, deserved to have secrets, but if he had been sitting on the resolution to all the angst you’d been struggling through in the last weeks (months?), you couldn’t imagine a reason why that wouldn’t hurt. Nothing would be solved by laying in your bed to sulk about it, though, so you threw on some clothes and went to brush your teeth.

           When you came out, Sam was hunched slightly, the standard stove highlighting his decidedly non-standard height as he shuffled a pan’s handle. He had a dishtowel over his t-shirt clad shoulder, a habit from the bar that sometimes held over when he was in the kitchen at home, and bare feet under old jeans. They were wearing through at the knees, and you knew they were absolutely pajama-soft from having periodically thrown them in with your own laundry. Through the kitchen window, enough snow-brightened sunlight came into the room to cast him in a halo glow that gleamed off of his hair. As long as it had gotten, chunks still swept into his face as he looked down at the stove, and he tucked one behind his ear as he looked up, half-singing a Buddy Guy song that was playing softly. It was stunning—he was stunning, statuesque and strong and right there in front of you. Cooking you breakfast while you slept in, of all things, chocolate chip pancakes he had to have remembered were your favorite from ages ago. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d had them and right now, nothing in the world sounded better. He beamed and tilted the pan toward you. “Morning! I made pancakes, you want some?”

           And you should’ve just let the moment rest, sat in the rare bright winter morning and eaten chocolate chip pancakes and relished how well the boiler was working, maybe later in the day read a predictable murder mystery or taped off the living room to be painted and listened to REM until your shoulders were sore from running rollers up the walls all afternoon. Instead, about as stupid and weird a flop as if a toad had come out of your mouth, you said, “Have you been talking to Dean too?”

           Sam’s face fell but not in the right way. There was too much angle in his brow and that confirmed it. “What?” he asked, but it didn’t land.

           “How long have you been talking to Dean?”

           He kept that curious smile for a second, like maybe he could push through by playing dumb and you would forget, but finally his lips flattened and his jaw clenched as he stacked a finished pancake on top of its predecessors. “Just because I’m having dreams about him doesn’t mean it’s really him,” he finally answered, softly and as though he was telling the bubbling pancake batter in front of him, unable to meet your eyes.

           You felt the lump forming in your throat and tried to get the words out ahead of its solidifying. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

           “For what?” He let go of the pan and turned toward you, supporting his weight on the countertop. “So we can both—”

           “Both what? Be delusional? Is that what you were going to say?”

           Sam didn’t answer, but the set of his jaw was firm and he kept his eyes locked on yours.

           “He told me you were drunk for a week after the hunt you were talking about.” You watched as Sam’s pupils widened a touch. “And that you didn’t just promise each other to buckle down, you pinky swore.” Sam’s Adam’s apple jumped in his throat. “It’s true, isn’t it? I can see in your face that it is. Did you already know it’s really him?”

           He looked down at the floor and clenched his jaw. “I was pretty sure. Or at least I really hoped I was pretty sure.”

           You felt more than consciously allowed your mouth’s falling open. “How? How long?”

           “It just—I don’t know, it just felt different. I—uh, the first time was after we made those cupcakes; he asked about the cupcakes.”

           You slumped against the countertop opposite him, speechless. He shoved the pan off the hot burner a little too hard, put a palm on either side of the stove to brace himself. The two of you stood like that for a long minute, the smell of chocolate not matching the stiff heaviness in the air at all.

           “I don’t—what if it’s not real?” His throat sounded bound even though you couldn’t see his face, hulking mass of him spread across the tiny kitchen.

           He seemed so defeated, so young, and then you couldn’t believe how selfish you’d been, not putting two and two together that something challenging Sam’s grip on or understanding of reality must shove him back to the brain melting torture he’d endured in the cage and the months—years, maybe, he was always so tight-lipped about it—afterward. What the fuck were you thinking, not seeing it before, how this could seem like a perfectly laid trap for Sam, the most poetic way to whip his mind into stiff peaks of meringue. It made so much sense why he would need time to really suss it out, see the situation from all angles and investigate, check and re-check. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes but you blinked them away. This was not about you or your complicated need for him, it was about Sam, what he’d been through, what he was likely putting himself through even now.

           “The, um, the pancakes smell really good.”

           “Yeah?” There was half a laugh behind his words, humorless as it was. “I hope they’re okay, I know they’re your, uh, your favorite.”

           “I’m surprised you remembered.”

           Sam leaned on one arm to rub his face with his other hand. “Yeah, well.”

           “Can I help?”

           After a beat, he stood up and offered some space next to him on the stove. You worked hip to hip, sprinkling the chocolate chips while Sam flipped. He was scraping the last of the batter into a last little runt pancake with a spatula when you couldn’t help yourself and wrapped your arms around his waist. He seemed surprised, if sad, before setting down the bowl and covering as much of you as he could, folding over you like a protective shell. It reminded you of that dirty motel room, months and months ago, when Sam held you together as you cracked in his arms. All he could do then was be steadfast in reminding you he was still there, if nothing else was, and you hoped you were able to give him the same now.

           You silently laid two place settings on the kitchen counter while Sam set the food out. He sat next to you and had picked up his fork when you touched his wrist to still him. “If it’s not real for you then I’m losing it too.”

           Sam thought for a second, then raised his forearm and kissed the back of your hand where you held onto him before cutting into his pancakes.

-

Continue to Dreams, Chapter 12

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[merakiaes]

Pussy Whipped - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Pairing: Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x reader

Requested: Yes. 

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: I lacked good ideas for dialogue in this one so this is shit, I’m sorry😂 Not proofread so sorry in advance for any possible mistakes. Translations for the Spanish bits are at the end. 

Wordcount: 2420

Summary: Mother nature pays you an early visit and Oscar treats you like the princess you are even though his Santos are watching. 

The weather was thriving outside, the air a perfect temperature and the sun shining down on all of Freridge. Yet, on this particular Saturday morning, you were absolutely miserable.

It was eleven o’clock and Oscar had been up for God knows how many hours already, while you had refused to leave your bed when the alarm had urged you to get up and get on with your day.

You’d had a lot planned for the day; chores like cleaning the house and switching out the broken lightbulb in the bathroom, and errands like going to the mall to get Cesar a new pair of shoes and go grocery shopping.

But no, as usual, mother nature chose the most inconvenient of times to pay you her monthly visit, never taking your planned cycle into much consideration.

With Oscar being in charge of Los Santos, he was always an early riser and you rarely woke up next to him, so in any other case, you didn’t mind.

But when you woke up this morning to a cold, empty bed, you had grown sad and started crying, and because of this realized pretty much instantly what was going on, even before the intense pains started.

But the cramps weren’t far behind, stopping you from getting out of bed any more than to go put in a tampon. After that, you had buried yourself under the mountain of blankets Oscar so stubbornly insisted that you slept with and cried even more because of the fact that they smelled like him and he wasn’t there to hold you.

You lost track of how long you laid there and just sulked, feeling sorry for yourself and craving everything you didn’t have in the house, but the second you heard people entering the house, followed shortly by Oscar’s voice cutting through the previously silent air, you defied the painful cramps radiating all through your abdomen and left the safety of your bed. 

It was with sulking and begrudging steps that you made your way out of your shared bedroom and headed straight for the living room.

With each step you took, the voices now speaking freely became louder, and you realized only then that your head was throbbing in sync with your uterus, making you cringe silently to yourself.

But you pushed on, desperate to be near Oscar in all your self-pitiful glory and entered the living room only seconds later.

You spotted Oscar where he was sitting in the couch instantly and when feeling your eyes on him, he looked up to meet your gaze.

The smile that had been stretched across his lips prior to your entrance faltered ever so slightly at the sight of the state you were in; hair thrown into a properly messy messy-bun, eyes bloodshot, cheeks streaky with dried tears and your body still dressed in your sleeping attire consisting of a pair of leggings and one of his very oversized t-shirts.

You were always one to start your day early. Not as early as him, but still early. You didn’t like to stay in your pajamas, so when you did, something wasn’t right.

“¿Qué pasa?” He asked you as you approached him at the couch, passing a few other Santos sitting on the opposite side of the coffee table.

Your lips automatically pulled into a small pout at his question, starting to feel your emotions getting the better of you again.

“I’m dying.” You answered in a small voice, looking down at him.

He wasted no time in shuffling further back into his seat and opening his arms, nodding his head lightly. “Come here, mami.”

You didn’t have to be told twice, sitting down in his lap and feeling a rush of calmness go through your body the second his arms wrapped around you. Getting comfortable, you leaned your back against his chest.

Sad Eyes, who was sitting next to Oscar, wordlessly accepted your legs over his knees while taking a sip out of the beer he was holding in his hand.

Meanwhile, the other three Santos who were present looked on with amused expressions as their fearless leader pressed a kiss to the top of your head and started rubbing your arms in a soothing manner.

“You going soft on us, Spooky?” One of them asked, but before Oscar even got the chance to reply, you flashed a fierce glare at him.

“Shut it, Manuel.” You snapped, snuggling further into Oscar’s chest.

Manuel whistled, smirking at you. “Damn. You on your monthlies?” He laughed at his own joke, but the others didn’t join in, having known you for longer and knowing exactly what was up.

“Yes, I am on my period.” You confirmed with hard eyes. “No, that does not mean that my anger is irrational.”

Oscar pressed a kiss to the side of your neck from behind you, clasping his hands in front of your chest. “Calm down.” He mumbled into your skin, pressing another kiss to the spot between your neck and shoulder. “Flow came early this month, huh.”

“Mhm.” You hummed, his affections calming you down immediately. “It’s ridiculous. I shouldn’t be punished for not being pregnant.” You complained to yourself, scoffing lightly.

“Psh, how bad can it be? So what you got cramps.” Manuel dropped yet another comment, shaking his head.

This time, you only closed your eyes and took a deep breath through your nose, focusing on Oscar’s soft touches in order to not blow up right then and there.

Instead, the Santo next to him slapped him across the chest, giving him a look of disbelief. “Dawg, do you have a death wish or something?” He asked. “You don’t question chicas when they’re on their flow. Rule one.”

“I’m just sayin’, homie. It can’t-“

“How about you let me stab you in the stomach a hundred times?” You interrupted him, opening your eyes and raising an eyebrow at him. “And then make you walk around like everything is fine while you bleed from your privates?”

His nose scrunched up in disgust at your words, his previously teasing attitude dropping. “Keep those bloody details to yourself. That shit’s disgusting.”

Your eyebrows shot up even further at that. “Well, that’s pathetic.” You chuckled. “What’s really disgusting is that men are still grossed out about girls getting their periods in the twenty-first century. I’m sure your mother was praying to get hers but she got you instead. Tragic.”

Oscar’s chest shook with laughter behind you, the other Santos joining in while Manuel looked sheepish.

“She got you there, ese.” Sad Eyes spoke up for the first time at that, shaking his head with an amused smirk crossed over his features. “You know, there’s a reason Spooky’s got a ruca and you don’t.”

“Yeah, and this is it.” You agreed with a snort, before looking at your boyfriend’s right-hand man with gratitude. “Thank you, Sad Eyes.”

He gave you a nod, face still amused. “I got you, Lady Spooky.” He chuckled, but Manuel wasn’t half as amused, glaring around at you.

“Why you ganging up on me?” He asked, offended, and one of the Santos immediately delivered a slap to the back of his head.

“Because you’re stupid.” He answered, and while the two continued to bicker back and forth, you turned to look at Oscar behind you.

His face was pulled into a similar expression as Sad Eyes’; one of pure amusement as he quietly watched the scene unfold. But his face turned sincere when he averted his gaze to meet yours, eyes turning soft.  

“You need anything?” He asked, and you wasted no time in nodding, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes even though you knew for a fact that it wasn’t necessary to get what you wanted.

“Can you go get my heating pad?” You asked, touching his face with your hand lightly. “And an Advil, too.”

He stared into your eyes for a long moment, taking in every feature of your face, before slowly nodding his head.

At this point, the bickering stopped and all of the Santos were watching you with amused expressions.

“Check this out, this is where Spooky’s manhood dies.” One of them, this time not Manuel, remarked, causing all of them to laugh.

Oscar’s face broke into an equally as playful smirk as he moved his attention from you to his homies, raising his eyebrows at them. “You know how it is, compa.” He joined in, shrugging his shoulders. “I gotta treat my future baby mama good.”

He rubbed your arms for a moment longer, before starting to stand up.

Naturally, since you were sitting in his lap, you were stood up with him and instantly felt your stomach pull together in pain. You managed to ignore it and raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend instead.

“You planning to put a baby in me, Diaz?” You asked teasingly, and he smirked down at you, wrapping his arms around you.

“You know it, mamas.” He fired back without missing a beat, leaning his face closer to yours while caressing your butt shamelessly. “With my smarts and your looks, our babies will conquer the world.”

“Are you insinuating that I’m not smart?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course not, mi amor. The smartest person I know.” He was quick to defend himself and pressed a kiss to your lips before you could say anything else.

You smiled into it, neither of you caring in the slightest that his Santos were watching you with different expressions. At this point, they were all used to Spooky’s soft spot for you. Or well, everyone but Manuel was, him being fairly new.

But luckily, he was smart enough to understand not to point it out anymore, with the way the others were averting their gazes and minding their own.

Breaking apart from the kiss, you shared a final look before Oscar wordlessly walked into the kitchen to bid to your wishes, while you got back into the couch.

This time, you laid down flat on your back, your head resting on the armrest and Sad Eyes once again accepting your legs over his knees without as much as a single complaint.

The man in question started conversing with the other Santos while Oscar was busying himself in the kitchen and meanwhile, you just laid there in silence, listening in to the conversation at hand with an arm draped over your eyes in an attempt to block out the sunlight streaming in through the window for the sake of your throbbing head.

Five minutes later, the conversation happening around you quietened down and another second later, you felt a prod against your arm. 

Removing said arm from over your eyes, you caught sight of Oscar now standing above you, holding your heating pad in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

A smile instantly graced your features and you wasted no time in pulling yourself into a sitting position, pulling your legs up to your chest.

“Thank you, baby.” You thanked him, gratefully accepting the glass of water along with the pill he had been holding in his hand behind it.

You swallowed the pill with a few sips of the water and handed the glass back to him, trading it for the heating pad that you wasted no time in placing at the bottom of your stomach.

You let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of the heat and Oscar raised an amused eyebrow. “Better?” He questioned and you nodded, wrapping your arms around your legs and leaning your cheek on your knees.

“Much.” You smiled, and he smiled back before heading back into the kitchen with the glass.

Only a few seconds later, he walked back into the living room with his phone in his hand, raising it slightly in a signal to his Santos.

“Got a text. Let’s dip.” He told them and they didn’t need to be told twice, all of them beginning to stand up from their respective seats.

Oscar’s face was much colder now, almost completely free of emotion, but as he walked over to you, his eyes still went soft at the sight of you.

You offered him a soft smile, taking his hand in yours once he reached you by the couch. “Can you go by the store when you get back?” You asked. “The fridge is empty and I’m hungry. And I’m all out of tampons.”

He nodded his head simply, squeezing your hand. “Te apoyo, cariño.”

Sad Eyes was the last one out of his seat beside you, shaking his head and chuckling, watching his best friend basically turn into a pile of mush at one simple touch from you.

“She’s got your cojones locked up tight, compa.” He teased, and you watched as Oscar’s playful attitude returned at the comment.

“Cállate.” He chuckled, looking at him, before turning back to you. “I'll get you some of that chocolate you like, too.”

He used his thumb to caress your knuckles and you smiled at the feeling, feeling your body grow warm at his affection. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, mi amor.” His hand dropped yours, instead reaching out to touch your chin. “Go lay down. I’ll be back soon.”

You nodded, still smiling softly, but instantly raised an eyebrow when his hand left your chin and he turned to walk away.

“Hey, where are you going?” You asked, giving him a smirk when he turned back to look at you. “Forgot something.” You pointed to your lips, raising your head from your knees and straightening your neck to give him better access.

He chuckled at you as you started making kissing noises, but nonetheless leaned down to press a quick kiss to your pouting lips. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, baby.” You smiled and leaned your head back on your knees, now content and allowing him to walk away from you.

“Pussy whipped bitch.” Sad Eyes wasted no time in commenting once he reached him in the doorway of the front door, and Oscar, in turn, wasted no time in playfully shoving his chest.

“You looking to scrap, cabrón?” He asked, shoving him again. “I’ll give it to you.”

Sad Eyes stumbled into the wall behind him at the sudden force but he quickly regained his composure, starting to play-fight back. 

You shook your head as they exited the house and let the door shut behind them, listening to their Spanish bickering until the sound of Oscar’s Impala starting and driving away filled your ears, only then speaking fondly to yourself.

“Idiots.”

Translations (I’m not a native Spanish speaker so this might not be a hundred percent accurate):

¿Qué pasa? – What’s wrong? Te apoyo, cariño – I got you, baby

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[unholyobsessions]

Welcome to my dorm Pt. 2

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Description: Spencer surprises you one weekend and you finally have your first date.

Warnings: Heated makeout/Implied sex, Mentions of kidnapping

Word Count: 3.5

Part 1 -- Part 3 -- Part 4

Ever since the BAU closed Hayley’s case both you and Spencer had been calling and texting non-stop. You, however, weren’t sure how to label your relationship with the genius. You couldn’t deny your feelings for him. The butterflies in your stomach whenever phone dings with a text from him. The smile ever so present on your face whenever you talked to him. The longing you felt whenever you hung up the phone and the worry that takes over your whole body when he is on a case. You hadn’t even had your first official date since he kept getting called away and you weren’t even completely sure that dating you was his intention.

It was one hundred percent his intention to date you. You hadn’t voiced your doubts to him but he senses your hesitance whenever you brought up the topic of him visiting. When the team arrived at Quantico after a hard case one late Friday evening, Hotch announced that they should all take the weekend off, and just make sure to have their consults done by Tuesday. Spencer was quick to pick up the files from his desk and shove them inside his worn out messenger bag. He muttered goodbye to his co-workers before speed walking to the elevator. He fumbled for his car keys and hurried out of the building toward his car. Once inside he didn’t even think about texting you before making the drive to your university because it had already been a month since you first met and he wanted to see you and make your relationship official. An hour and a half later he parked his car by your dorm, checking the time on his watch. 9:30 . . .

You were on your shift at the bar. It was packed as it always was on Friday night. You glanced around at the drunk college students and let out a small laugh. You stood in front of Haley who was at the bar for the first time since her kidnapping. You were strongly against her being here but according to her therapist she had to go back eventually to fully deal with what happened to her. You didn’t allow her to drink any alcohol though, and shooed anyone who tried to sit next to her. You were preparing the drinks for a group of law students who just failed an exam when you saw someone approach Haley. You quickly set their drinks on the counter with tight lipped smile and walked over to your friend, fully prepared to shoo the man away, however you weren’t expecting to see a certain curly haired FBI agent sit next to her. You hesitated before the biggest smile took over your face, you tried to ignore the butterflies going crazy in your stomach. You wanted to kiss him hug him but the counter between the both of you made that difficult. Haley tensed after sensing the presence next to her but after turning her head and seeing the face of the man who uncuffed her from the ceiling she instantly relaxed. “Spencer.” You said at the same time Haley exclaimed, “Agent Reid.” Both greetings were equally surprised. Spencer smiled at you and you thought you would melt that very second. Your brain caught up to the situation and you instantly turned your attention to Haley. “You okay?” She knew what the question meant. Do you feel comfortable with him sitting there? You knew Spencer would understand and would gladly move to another seat but it wasn’t necessary as Haley gave a firm nod and then a verbal confirmation. Spencer eyed the interaction between the two before you noticed his confusion. “It’s her first time back here since...” you trailed of. “Oh.” Spencer looked back to Haley who was in an intense staring contest with the counter top. “I’m sorry. I know I should have called but Hotch gave us the weekend off last minute and I knew if I didn’t take it, it would just be another month before I got to see you.” You shook your head dismissing his apology. “It’s okay. My shift finishes at midnight though so you can wait it out and then I normally get some food and eat it back in my dorm so we can totally catch up there.” “Perfect.”  “In the mean time can I offer you anything to drink?” You reached under the counter, grabbing a glass and waited for his order. “Well I’m not on the clock anymore so just give me whatever you do best I guess.” You grinned and started to work on your specialty drink. After you were done you placed the drink in front of him and he took it with a smile. The rest of the evening consisted of you serving drinks and talking to both him and Haley whenever you weren’t being called or flirted with by drunk frat boys. When you were busy, you were quite surprised to find Haley and Spencer making easy conversation, at some point her asking him if he could walk her to the bathroom and wait outside the door for her. At the end of the night the two of you walked Haley home before making your way to a pizza parlor that is open 24 hours, ordering a large pepperoni pizza and drinks before walking back to your dorm. Spencer held the food as you turned the key and pushed the door open. He kicked the door closed and set everything down on your desk. “Do you mind if I change? I mean it really is nothing you haven’t seen before.” He snorted as he remembered meeting you for the first time. He nodded and you turned around quickly slipping your black t-shirt off and trading it for an oversized sweatshirt promoting your old high school. You slipped out of your dark jeans and pulled up a pair of loose sleep shorts. You turned back around to find Spencer looking anywhere but at you. “I’m decent Spencer you can look at me now.” He blushed a deep shade of pink and you let out a low laugh. You took of your contacts and slipped on your glasses. You sat on your bed and patted the space next to you. Spencer made his way over handing you a plate with a slice of pizza before sitting down. You ate and talked until about three in the morning when you asked Spencer if he wanted to change. “I mean I have my go-bag in the car but I was just planning on staying at a motel.” You rolled your eyes. “Nonsense. It’s three a.m. Spencer you’re staying here, so go grab your bag so you can change.” After a few minutes of arguing back and forth, Spencer eventually agreed and went downstairs to his car. You started picking up the trash throwing the empty box of pizza on a trash bin at the end of the hall because you did not want your room to smell like pizza all night. By the time Spencer came back you were already sitting down on your bed with your laptop in front of you as you scrolled through your downloaded movies, ignoring the fact that you should probably go to sleep. “Do I just change here?” Spencer questioned and avoided eye contact. “Oh come on we’re both adults. Stop being so weird about it.” He laughed at your teasing and started unbuttoning his shirt. Instead of averting your gaze like he did when you changed, you couldn’t help but stare as his fingers worked down the buttons. He quickly put on an old Cal-Tech t-shirt over his chest, not giving you much time to appreciate him. You looked away when he started un doing his belt because you don’t think you could survive seeing him sliding his pants down his legs. He sat next to you after he was done and when you looked up to meet his eyes you were surprised to see thick frames placed lightly on his face. My god how is it possible for him to look even more attractive, you thought.  “You use contacts?” It was a statement more than a question. “Yeah.” Your eyes stared into his and he let his gaze fall to your lips before he caught himself and cleared his throat. “So what are we watching?” His stare made you nervous so you fixed your eyes to your computer screen and started talking. “I’m not sure. I mean I’ve watched all of these but quite frankly I’m not feeling any of them tonight. The reason I have them all downloaded is because they’re my favorites so it’s weird that I don’t want to watch them. I watch them all the time. Too much I think. They just put me in a better mood. But what do you want to watch because your opinion is just as important as mine and I don’t want you to think that we have to watch what I want. I can even download your favorite right now if you wa-“ your rambling was cut off by Spencer turning your head and pressing his lips against yours. You froze before you realized what was happening. You closed your eyes and returned the kiss, your hand going to his hair and his tightening his hold on your jaw. He pulled away and opened his mouth, no doubt wanting to say something,  but you were quick to pull him back kissing him hungrily. One of his hands went to your waist pulling you into his lap so you were straddling him. When he pulled away a few seconds later you let him in order to catch your breath. “Or we could just forget about the movie,” he breathed out. “We can definitely do that.” You pulled him back into the kiss, reaching behind you to slap the laptop closed. Your hands returned to his hair and you gave it a light pull as you rolled your hips down against his. He let out a groan and responded by biting down on your lip. He flipped you over and hovered over you as he trailed wet kisses down your neck. “So does this mean we’re officially dating?” You questioned as he sucked lightly on your collarbone. “I sure hope so,” he answered with a smile. . . . The next morning found the both of you in your dorm room, the glow of the late morning sun lighting up the space. Spencer was sitting on your bed, going over the file that he had taken from the office to finish over the weekend with a cup of coffee in his hand. You were sitting at your desk, your own cup of coffee placed on the desktop with a pen in your hand and your text book in front of you. You scribbled notes on your notebook before turning the page. You were both working in silence, content in each other’s company, when you were interrupted buy a knock on the door. You stood up, quite obviously annoyed,  and pushed your glasses up your nose. It was times like this when you hated being an RA because the kids on your floor expected you to solve every problem they had. The person who knocked  was a doe eyed freshman named Callie. The moment you opened the door Callie started talking about whatever she was complaning about on that particular morning. “Y/n I think someone brought someone back to the dorms last night . Because I could hear moaning and i know it’s allowed but at the beginning of the year they said if we bring someone to be considerate of others and in my opinion it was definitely Crystal becau-“ she stopped talking when she noticed your wide eyes and red face and that is when she took the time to look you over. You were wearing Spencer’s Cal-Tech t-shirt and your shorts and there was a very obvious hickey on your neck. She looked over your shoulder and saw Spencer sitting on the bed, working shirtless with a pair of sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips. “Oh my god.” Callie looked like a deer caught in the headlights, you were pretty sure you looked the same. “I am so sorry. I’m just-- going to uh- go.” With that she took off toward her room, no doubt to tell her roommates what she had just witnessed. You closed the door and turned to look at Spencer, still processing what had just happened. “They heard us.” Spencer couldn’t take it anymore and burst out laughing, as you looked and sounded absolutely mortified. “Stop! It’s not funny!” He reached out and took hold of your arm, pulling you to him. “Come on it’s a little funny.” “Maybe for you but I take care of these kids and they just heard their RA having sex.” Your back was against his bare chest and he traced patterns on your leg. “Like you said last night. We’re both adults so we deal with this accordingly.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.  “Oh and what is that?” You turned your head to look at him. He gave you a cheeky smile. “I sneak out and you pretend you don’t know what they’re talking about.” You started laughing and he placed a light kiss on your neck. “Okay the situation is kinda funny.” He grinned against your neck and you turned in his lap,catching his lips with yours. You tasted the overly sweet coffee you both drank this morning and you couldn’t help but smile. Yeah, you thought, I can definitely get used to this. You pulled away from him and got up from the bed, his hands chasing after you, trying to pull you back. “I’m going to go shower and get ready. You finish your consult.” “Yes ma’am.” You laughed at the small pout that adorned his beautiful face. You gathered your things but before you walked out of the room, you gave him a peck on the lips. The lovestruck smile on his face made your knees weak. 

When you walked back inside after your shower, you found him sitting on your desk chair, already dressed and with the bed made. He stood up, took your hand and led you back out the door. 

. . . The two of you spent the day walking around town. You gave him a tour which basically consisted of you taking him to all of your favorite places. At some point you ended up at the local bowling alley. You pulled him in even though he protested the whole time that he wasn’t any good. When you made your way up to the counter, he scrunched his face up in disgust at the shoes placed in front of him. Since you were basically forcing him to play he made it clear that he was not going to wear the shoes they provided and he suggested that you do the same. He went off about all the germs accumulated and spraying them with disinfectant after every use wasn’t enough. He absolutely refused to even touch them. You reluctantly agreed with a roll of your eyes and both of you ended up playing in your socks which caused you to slip and fall more than once. You quickly realized that Spencer was not joking when he said he was horrible at bowling. You were beating him by a fair amount of points since you spent most of your free time here with your friends, there weren’t really many places for young adults to hang out in. You suggested that he get the kids bumpers so his ball wouldn’t keep rolling off the side and he just mocked you before rolling his ball. It slipped off to the side and you just gave him a knowing look. “Shut up.” He mumbled before sitting down. “Isn’t there some sort of physics equation with momentum or something to get you the perfect shot?” You questioned. You slipped your fingers in the bowling ball, taking a deep breath before jogging up to the lane. Your right foot crossed behind your left ankle as you let go. The ball rolled in a perfectly straight line and knocked all the pins down. You turned around and raised your eyebrows at him. He rolled his eyes at your obvious taunt. “Well there probably is.” He trailed off, his eyes glazing over. He started mumbling incoherently under his breath. He picked up the ball and took very measured steps before letting go. Unlike all the other times, his ball didn’t roll off to the side, instead it rolled in a perfectly straight line and knocked all the pins. Your eyes widened in shock, not having expected it to actually work, before you started cheering, jumping up and down. You rushed over to him and jumped into his open arms. He was smiling widely and a loud laugh left his lips. The other people in the bowling alley looked over to you, some jealous at the obvious chemistry between the two and others smiling fondly, memories of their own love stories coming to mind. You both knew you were making an unnecessary scene but you couldn’t care less. Spencer spun you around as you chanted “You did it!” over and over again. Spencer was shocked at how happy he felt. He hadn’t felt this happy in a long time and he wasn’t expecting to feel this way with someone he only met a month ago. He was falling for you and he was falling fast. He can’t recall ever feeling this strongly for someone before. He never wanted to see you sad and every time you smiled he felt as if his heart was bursting open. In his line of work he is surrounded by the darkest aspects of humanity but when he is with you, all of that just seems to fade away and the only thing that mattered was the beautiful young woman standing in front of him, lighting up his world.

After a few more rounds you ended up winning, obviously, but you still felt like Spencer was the real winner. You suggested he invite his co-workers and beat them with his new fancy equation to hit the pins every time. He only laughed at that but you could tell that he was seriously considering it. You went to have lunch at a local diner before you took him to your favorite coffee shop. You remember him telling you in one of your phone calls how he never really liked iced coffee and you were determined to change that, since it was your favorite type of coffee. You ordered your usual and handed him his cup after they finished preparing it. He took one sip and his eyes widened. “Wow!” “I know!” He chucked at your excitement before taking your hand in his and walking out of the shop. You walked around for the rest of your day making casual conversation and sipping on your coffee. At some point his phone rang and he cursed. You frowned because he once told you that when his phone rang it normally always meant that he was getting called into work. You didn’t want him to get called in, as selfish as it sounded, you wanted him all to yourself. He reluctantly let go of your hand before answering the phone. “Hey JJ are we getting called in?” Since you were standing so close to him you could faintly hear the woman’s voice on the other end. “No, actually I was wondering if you could come and babysit Henry tonight. Will and I wanted to go out and I cannot find a babysitter on such short notice.” You could hear the desperation in “JJ’s” voice and you felt bad for her. She probably never got free time with who you assumed was her husband between work and her child. “Actually I can’t tonight. I’m out of town.” He placed the arm holding the iced coffee around your shoulders and pulled you even closer. “Oh.” JJ was surprised. You knew Spencer didn’t get out much, but you couldn’t help but find her unmasked shock amusing. “Did you go visit your mom?” “No. Umm I came to visit a friend.” He squeezed your shoulder with his wrist. Probably to make sure you knew he didn’t consider you just a friend. “I’m sorry I can’t be of any more help. You know I love watching over Henry but maybe you could drop him off with Garcia.” You heard the woman hum in agreement at his suggestion before thanking Spencer and hanging up. “Sorry that was my friend JJ. Henry’s my godson and I’m normally their go-to whenever they can’t find a babysitter.” You shook your head, assuring him that he didn’t need to apologize. “It’s fine. I’m just glad you weren’t being called away.” “Me too.” He turned your head and brought you into a deep kiss.

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I Just Want It To Be Us - 1.3

warnings: 18+, threesome, rough sex, slight dubcon, slight drug use, toxic relationships, angsty-ish

summary: 

“Say his name dove, call out his name.” Keigo’s voice is much more gentle compared to your boyfriend’s. “Touya, say it.”

Touya, Keigo says it so easily. You remember the frown on Dabi’s face when professors would call him by his real name for attendance, clear as day that he hated being addressed by it. No one outside his family calls him Touya except for Keigo… and now you.

1.1 ✧ 1.2  ✧ 1.3

Come downs fucking suck.

You, Dabi and Keigo stay at your apartment to rest up after leaving the party. You feel disgusting being up for so long, you wash up first in your bathroom followed by Dabi and then Keigo. You lend Keigo spare clothes that your boyfriend leaves behind in your home, Dabi already comfortable grabbing what he needs from the drawers you cleared out for his stuff. They tend to you, fuss over you, smother you in affection when you want it and give you space when you’re irritated. You’re not as used to rolling like the two other veterans so your come down takes a little longer compared to Keigo who still popped the other half of his tablet of ecstasy that same night and sobered up much quicker than you did off the two quarters you took.

They press ice packs to your neck and back, trying to cool you down, and get you to drink as much water as you can. Keigo hands you sticks of gum, once again reminding you to unclench your jaw and to focus chewing on the gum while Dabi massages you up and down. You’ve been up for more than 24 hours, your appetite still hasn’t returned yet, but you’re at least feeling half way normal enough where the boys deem it safe for you to sleep off the rest of the come down.

The bed in your room was too small for three people to lay in together, so Dabi flattened your sofa to make it into a bed to fit all of them, a feature you had no idea your sofa could do until he messed around with it one day. Keigo grabs the pillows and blankets from your room to make everyone comfortable. You settle in between them, Keigo on your left and Dabi on your right, and they both send you off to sleep with kisses and saccharine words to lull you.

By the time you wake up, you feel almost normal. You’re craving slightly for more ecstasy but you know better than to ask for more and you still have to remind your body to not clench its jaw so hard. Your teeth ache so much and you wonder what sounds good to eat, probably something soft what with how your jaw feels at the moment.

“Morning doll.”

Dabi’s awake, muting the television and looking down at you, still looking all disgruntled from staying up all night and your body struggling to sober up. He still thinks you’re cute though and he leans over to peck your lips.

“Hm… Keigo?” you ask, stretching your body beneath the blankets.

“Still sleeping, he’s right next to you.” Dabi points out.

True to what he says, Keigo is sleeping comfortably with one hand folded behind his head and the other on his stomach. Even when he’s sleeping, he still poses like a cool guy.

You shimmy over to Dabi, settling your head on his chest and humming in appreciation as he pets the top of your head. It feels like what happened at the house party was so long ago but it only happened just a few hours ago. Your sense of time was really fucked at the moment, feeling like you were in another year and in another dimension. It might be the come down that’s fucking with you too, the mix of alcohol and ecstasy and cocaine is not exactly a good combination. You’re not sure how Dabi and Keigo have been doing this and still function the way they do.

Dabi is silent as he unmutes the tv so he can continue watching his show but his hand hasn’t stopped petting your hair.

The conversation at the party comes to mind.

“Dabi.” you call him.

“Touya.” he quickly corrects you.

So he was serious after all.

“Touya.” you say this time, looking up at him expectedly.

“Yes doll?”

You take a quiet breath before asking, “You really meant what you said, about me being the most important to you? Does being called your girlfriend actually carry any merit to you?”

Dabi sighs through his nose, hating to have this conversation again, but he does it for you.

“It’s been that way this entire time doll. I told you before, you’re my favorite and my number one, the things I do for you I haven’t done for anyone else before. If I didn’t want you around me then we wouldn’t be doing this right now, wouldn’t have invested all this time and energy on you. You should see how the whores beg me to stay after I’m done with them but I don’t ever. They’re jealous of you doll, they think that buying more from me is going to somehow make me leave you. They’ll OD first before that ever happens.”

You bite back the question that wants to leave your mouth.

But do you have to fuck them while they buy from you?

It’s a legitimate question to put out there but even if you do say it, Dabi won’t relent and he’ll say the same thing all over again just like that first fight you ever had about it. You hate knowing that he has side whores, customers, whatever the fuck they are to him. You hate knowing that he’s not going to stop, even if you ask. You hate it so much and yet you can’t bring yourself to just break it off with him.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Dabi pulls the blankets off your body and makes you lie flat on your back, whispering more sweet words how you’re so fucking perfect for him, that he doesn’t want anyone else the way he wants you, that he’s never let any of his side whores ever call him by his real name, only you get that privilege. He kisses at your neck, his hands easily pulling your pajama bottoms down along with your panties and tossing them aside. His fingers gently play with your clit, making you whine and turn your head to the side, Keigo still sleeping peacefully next to you.

“Dab-” you stop yourself just in time and address him properly in a harsh whisper, “T-Touya, Keigo is right next to us! Just take me to the bedroom!”

“Relax doll, it wouldn’t be first time Keigo’s seen me get my dick wet. Besides, it’d be pretty rude of us to have him wake up alone. If you want him to keep on resting then you better keep your cute voice down.” Dabi chuckles as he sinks two fingers into your pussy, knuckle deep and so achingly good. He pushes your legs open and palms his cock with his other hand through his jeans, the big bulge straining against the fabric. You eye it hungrily, anticipating the way he’ll stretch your pussy and really make you whine for him. Every single time without fail, every time Dabi fucks your pussy you’re tight at first and then his cock leaves you gaping open by the time he’s done with you. You’re left a quivering mess but you ask for more, beg for more, you beg for Dabi.

His fingers curl into you just the way you like, the way that makes you a babbling mess, the intensity building so much so that you realize-

You grab Dabi’s wrist to still him, eyes pleading up at him. “Don’t make me squirt! Not here! Not with Keigo here!”

A quick dart to the side and you see that Keigo still hasn’t moved or stirred at all.

Dabi tuts in annoyance but acquiesces nonetheless, though not without giving you a penalty.

“Alright doll, prep yourself then. Make yourself nice and stretched out for my cock to rail you.” he commands you.

You widen your legs, careful to not brush them against Keigo, and reach one hand down to finger yourself while the other stimulates your clit. You’ve masturbated plenty of times by yourself to make yourself cum, knowing what you like and where you like it. But it’s different when your lover does it for you, its different when their fingers are longer and fatter, reaching places you’re not able to on your own or without a toy. It’s different playing with yourself with those intense turquoise eyes set on you, it’s different with that long cock just right there in the palm of his hand and your pussy quivering and leaking at the sight of it.

You bite down on your bottom lip and trying to keep all your sounds in. You don’t want Keigo to wake up to how horny and needy you sound for Dabi and you beg once more to be taken to the bedroom.

Dabi just chuckles at how pathetic you sound and slaps your hands away from your pussy, lining himself up against your sweet hole. He slowly pushes him and you arch your back at the fucking stretch of him inside you. “Would you really hate it that much if Keigo saw you like this (Name)? Whining like a bitch in heat and spreading your legs like the little slut you know you are? All those people at the house party probably thought you were a slut, feeling each other up, sitting on his lap and then making out with him before getting switched over to me.”

“We were rolling! I wasn’t-” you try to explain yourself but Dabi hushes you.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me doll, I’m not mad about it. I thought it was cute that you were all over him. I know the two of you were rolling, ecstasy makes us all extra lovey with each other, but you know that he wants to fuck you too?” Dabi tells you, pushing himself in until he’s balls deep. “He thinks you’re adorable. I talk about your pussy all the time with him. How fucking cute it is, how tight it gets when you get choked, and when you cum all over yourself. He wants to fuck you open so bad.”

Your body quivers as Dabi slowly moves his hips, his cock dragging inside your pussy until he leaves just the tip and thrusts back inside you. “Touya, don’t say that! He’s just a friend!”

“A friend who wants to fuck you.” Dabi snickers at your expression, shocked and embarrassed at the revelation. “I gave you permission to fuck who you want doll, Keigo is not the worst person you could choose. In fact, I’d like it if he were the one to keep you warm for me.”

You can’t believe that your boyfriend is telling you all this while he’s fucking you silly with his closest friend literally asleep beside you.

You don’t want to hear anymore about Keigo, you can barely keep your mind focused as Dabi rails you and you’re trying to keep your sounds in. Dabi won’t muffle you with his hand, he’s loving seeing you struggle to contain yourself. He pushes your shirt up, tells you he wants to see your tits bounce while fucking you. You try to keep in your whines as he shamelessly gropes you, still keeping the rhythm of his thrusts without issue. His hands feel good, one groping your breast while the other plays with your clit. It feels so good and you beg for more as you open your legs for Dabi, your hands holding the back of your knees and splayed open for him.

“You starting to feel good doll? Finally losing your mind over this cock?” Dabi asks with that trademark snarky smirk of his.

“Ugh yes, feels good Touya… I love it! I love your cock!” you whine as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Now you’re losing it, awash in the pleasure that Dabi is generously bestowing upon you when he feels like being nice. Most of the time he likes to bully you a little and really work you up until you can’t take it anymore. You figure it’s not the case this time considering the fight you had not too long ago, so he’s just trying to make it up to you this way.

He really did suck at apologies.

You hate having to keep quiet like this, you wish that you could just moan out loud but you can’t! Dabi’s fucking you hard and fast, like he’s really working to make you lose your composure but it’s already embarrassing that you didn’t fight Dabi hard enough to fuck you in the bedroom. You yelp when you feel a hard pinch to your nipple and you open your eyes to whine at Dabi but you look down to see an extra hand groping your other breast.

Your head snaps to the side to see that Keigo is awake, fisting his cock with his other hand while the other one is reached over and plays with your tit. Surprise does not even begin to describe what you feel, you’re embarrassed that were caught but you quiver in arousal as well.

“Hello dove, hope you don’t mind but I just wanted a little touch.” Keigo beams a smile at you that leaves you flustered. He’s acting like you just caught him raiding your fridge, so nonchalant like he usually is.

“K-Keigo?! Wh-When did you-! Ohhh, fuck!” your hands drop the back of your knees as your back arches and clench your fists.

“Oh damn, she just came… hard.” Dabi is surprised himself, so much so that he even stopped moving inside you. But the shock doesn’t last long and a laugh bubbles out of him. “I think she fucking likes having you around Keigo.”

“Aw I’m flattered.” Keigo laughs and gives the tit in his hand a little squeeze.

“Y-You two…!” you whine in the condition you’re in and hide your face in your hands.

Dabi just pats your head and looks over to Keigo, nodding his head towards you and asking,”Wanna have a go?”

You clench around Dabi when he offers you to Keigo but he doesn’t say anything of it.

Keigo takes his hand back and waves it nonchalantly. “I think I’m cool with just watching, do your thing Touya.”

“Suit yourself.” Dabi says with a shrug as he reaches for you shirt and pulls it off your body and then throwing it over his shoulder. Next he grabs your wrists, holding them together in one hand and pinning them above your head. He’s left you completely vulnerable and open in this position and normally you’d love it, the power he holds over you and making you helpless mess before him. But it’s different with Keigo right there, his honey colored eyes watching you with an intensity that you weren’t used to seeing on him.

It’s pretty obvious on your face that you’re uncomfortable with an extra set of eyes watching you. You start to squirm as Keigo moves closer to you, sitting on his knees and looking down at you with his hand still jerking his cock. You’re shy now with him so close by, turning your head away and clenching your eyes shut.

As if they’d let you shy away from them.

Keigo grips your chin with his free hand and forces you to look up at the both of them. You can’t shake him off and Dabi holds your wrists tight in his hold; you’re trapped and helpless but it makes you shamefully horny for the both of them.

“Don’t turn away, little dove.” Keigo coos to you.

“Come on doll, look at us.” Dabi grunts as he resumes moving his hips into you. You groan beneath him and still try to wriggle free from his his hold, whining quietly from how powerless you are in this moment. “What are you holding back for (Name)? Keigo’s awake now, you don’t have to keep in your sounds anymore. That was the whole point of you keeping quiet from before.”

Keigo grins at you and tenderly rubs his thumb against your cheek, his hand still holding your chin to keep your head straight forward. “How considerate of you dove, trying to keep in your noises so that I could sleep. Well as you can see I’m wide awake so there’s no need for you to hold back anymore.”

No, no! It’s still too embarrassing! You’re barely still registering Dabi’s words from before, telling you that apparently Keigo has been wanting to fuck you this entire time! Everything is happening too fast and your mind is spinning.

Dabi won’t stand for you to hold back though, when he tells you to stop holding back, you better do as he says. So he puts power into his thrusts, fucking his cock into you so rough and fast that you’re left breathless for a few seconds before finally moaning out loud. Your cries are so sweet to their ears and they encourage you even more, praise you for sounding so cute and being so good for them.

The hand that was holding your chin releases you and once again grips one of your tits, roughly squeezing and adding to the onslaught of pleasure that you can barely withstand.

“I can hear you cumming from here (Name), you sound so fucking wet.” Keigo tells you, fisting his cock even harder. “Are you cumming a lot?”

“Yes, yes! I’m cumming so fucking much!” you cry out as your toes begin to curl in pleasure.

“Who’s the one making you cum so much (Name)? Fucking say it.” Dabi orders you, his thrusts becoming more harsh and the grip on your wrists tightening. He’s getting ready to cum but he needs you to be the one to trigger it. “Say my fucking name!”

“Say his name dove, call out his name.” Keigo’s voice is much more gentle compared to your boyfriend’s. “Touya, say it.”

Touya, Keigo says it so easily. You remember the frown on Dabi’s face when professors would call him by his real name for attendance, clear as day that he hated being addressed by it. No one outside his family calls him Touya except for Keigo… and now you.

“Say it doll, say my name!”

His command is punctuated with a sharp slap to your face.

You’ve always called him Dabi from the very first time you met him. He’s always been Dabi to you, now he tells you that you’re special enough to address him by his birth name, his true moniker.

Dabi.

Touya.

Dabi.

Touya.

Dabi.

Touya… Touya, Touya, Touya…

“Touya!” you cry out. “Touya, Touya, I’m cumming!”

It’s so sweet how you cry out his real name, it makes him all the more enthused as he ruts into you. His cock desecrates you, leaves you in ruin as he jams himself one last time into you, balls deep as he cums so deep inside you and so much spilling out from him that it overflows and leaks out of your abused pussy.

At the same time Keigo spurts his cum all over your breasts, groaning alongside you as well.

It’s a real bonding moment you didn’t expect.

You’re left exhausted once again, this time for completely different reasons. Your wrists are released and you stretch them out languidly, flexing your fingers briefly before bringing them down to your chest. You gather some of Keigo’s cum on the tips of your fingers and bring it to your mouth to sample the taste, humming in pleasant surprise that it’s not that bitter.

Two fingers swipe at the cum leaking out of your pussy and is presented in front of you. You open your mouth and taste the familiar essence of your boyfriend in your mouth, less pleasant than Keigo’s but it’s not unwelcome.

“Looks like you could use some more rest. Go ahead and sleep dove, we’ll take care of you.” Keigo assures you before leaning down and giving you a lingering kiss.

“Rest up doll.”

You hum absently and moan lightly when you feel Touya’s hand caress your cheek, curling into his touch and falling asleep.

━━━━✧

Touya offers his joint to you after he takes a hit but you decline, waving it away from you and leaning against his shoulder. The breeze carries the smoke your way but it doesn’t bother you much, you just don’t feel like taking anything right now. “I need a fucking detox, I still feel like I’m trying to sober up from last week.”

“You didn’t even do that much doll. You got halfway through the gram and only had a half of the tab I gave you from the day before, it’s not much. I say you took it easy on yourself, you could have done more.” Touya tells you, reminding you once again that he has a longer history of drug use compared to you.

You roll your eyes and playfully shove at his shoulder. “I’m still a baby when it comes to this stuff alright. So stop making fun of me, it’s not nice.”

It’s best not to mention that you honestly could have finished up the rest of the gram of coke and the rest of the tab of ecstasy if you hadn’t gotten upset and had that fight with Touya.

Your boyfriend puts his arm around your shoulder to pull you close, his lips pressing tenderly against your forehead before leaning down to peck you on the lips. You get the feeling that he’s still playing the role of the extra nice boyfriend, seeing as he hasn’t gone out as much when his customers hit him up, still trying to make it up to you from what happened at the house party. He hasn’t said an actual ‘I’m sorry’ to you, you’re not sure if it’s even in his vocabulary.

Apparently it’s just easier to just give you the extra special princess treatment rather than vocalize an apology, though you won’t complain about it too much for now.

You’ve let it go for now, Touya pretty much swept the fight under the rug for the time being. He didn’t offer an apology, as he usually doesn’t. He once again just had to assure you that the other girls mean nothing to him, that you’re so special and dear to him that you get to call him Touya while to them he’s just Dabi; it’s just you he allows in his bed and he always goes back to you when he’s done with them. He tells you how sweet his name sounds falling from your lips and it wouldn’t be the same if it were anyone else. It’s not an actual fix to the issue, you’re very aware of that, but you can’t help but swoon how Touya really did make you feel special by giving you the privilege of addressing him by his real name.

“I’m going to go to Keigo’s, his Adderall finally wore off so he’s done studying for midterms.”

“I don’t see why Keigo takes it, he’s already a good student when he’s sober. He’s almost got a perfect grade point average.” you point out.

Touya finishes his joint before tossing the roach and grinding his shoe into it make sure it’s out. “It’s just that extra boost he needs whenever he needs to buckle down, I know he doesn’t look it but he actually fusses over his studies a lot. I’m heading over now, come with me doll.”

The last time you saw Keigo was when your come down was finally over. Touya stayed behind with you but Keigo had departed your apartment with a quick kiss to your lips before heading out the door. You still think about Touya’s words from before, about Keigo’s apparent interest in you but you don’t think you’re quite ready to bring it up just yet. In the meantime you can pretend like he never told you anything and give yourself a bit more time to think over what your relationship is with Keigo.

Keigo being an option for you never really crossed your mind before…

Your phone rings from your pocket and you pull it out to see that you’re getting a call from your mother, you haven’t spoken to her in a while so you know that you should answer it. “I’ll just see you back at your place Touya.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, turquoise eyes set firmly on you and you can see that he wants you to reconsider.

The phone continues to ring.

“Yeah, I’m sure."

He nods his head and kisses your cheek before walking off.

When he’s far away enough, you finally answer your mother’s phone call. She’s wondering why you haven’t called her lately and you apologize to her. You’re just busy with school, work isn’t being too hard on you, you’re eating just fine, and nothing is really wrong at the moment. She asks you if you’ve been on any dates recently, wants to know if you’re seeing a nice man who’s studying in a good major and has a bright future.

“You deserve a good man to take care of you sweetie.” she tells you and you hum in agreement, your eyes looking in the direction where Touya was walking, already long gone from your vision. “A nice man to take care of my dear girl.”

She’d be disappointed if she saw you with Touya, but she’d be more disappointed in you for choosing him.

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Part 2: You and Me (And Him)

#dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #takami keigo x reader #takami x reader #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #tw drugs #tw dubcon #dabi smut #hawks smut #us series

[littlerockerao3]

I’d like 136 if you’re still taking prompts 😘

Sweet anon I know this took me so long but you got me there with the angsty prompt! I hope you like this, even if you probably forgot you sent me this request in the first place😂😘

136 “You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”

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Theon falls asleep more than halfway through the movie. Robb knows he will be curious to know how it ends the following morning but still won’t let Robb tell him cause he actually wants to see it with his own two eyes, he’s learnt this by now. They can watch the last thirty minutes together tomorrow night.

He turns off the tv, tries as gently as he can to fix the pillow under Theon’s head without waking him up, brushes some dark locks out of his face and presses a small kiss to his forehead. Fixes the covers around him cause his back is exposed and Theon’s going to wake up if he gets cold, checks if his phone is plugged in and charging. Theon has to wake up early tomorrow, and will be away for the rest of the day, he needs his phone to be fully charged.

Once he’s sure everything is in its place and fine, Robb turns on the reading lamp, grabs his book from the nightstand and starts reading. He has to get up early too, but uni is killing him, reading relaxes him and by now the night has become the only moment when he can read. It actually helps him fall asleep.

He’s read at least three chapters when Theon starts fussing in his sleep to the point he accidentally kicks his leg. Robb thinks he must be dreaming of something, it’s pretty common that Theon unwillingly smacks a hand on Robb’s nose as he’s turning in his sleep, it happens on a regular basis by now. But this time he’s moving a little too much.

“Thee.” Robb whispers, turning around. He doesn’t want to wake him up, just to calm him down. But when he sees the lone tear falling down his boyfriend’s cheek, he can’t help but lightly pat his face.

“Hey” he says, a little louder. He must be having a nightmare, Theon’s breathing heavily and his brows are furrowed in concern. Robb calls his name a few more time, each time louder, and keeps patting his cheeks, each time a little harder.

But Theon just won’t wake up and Robb is starting to worry.

“Babe, wa-“

Then, Theon does open his eyes and Robb kinda wishes he didn’t see the pure horror in them. It lasts just a second, though: when Theon realises he’s awake and Robb’s right in front of him, his brown eyes fill up with what looks to be relief.

“Shit.” He whispers, only to wrap his arms around Robb and hide his face in his neck.

Robb has yet to understand what the hell just happened, but he still hugs him back, one hand rubbing his hair. He presses a kiss to his head the moment he hears him panting, almost sobbing.

“It’s okay, hey.” he says, pulling away so that he can cup Theon’s face and soothe him, “Babe. You had a nightmare”.

“Kids have nightmares” is Theon’s response, but he still looks on the verge of tears. And Robb doesn’t like it.

“You still had a bad dream that scared you. Tell me what it was about so I can fix it”.

“You’re already fixing it” Theon goes back resting his forehead onto Robb’s shoulder.

“Love-“

“Just-let’s not talk for a minute and let me hug you. Please.” Theon is practically begging him, and Robb can feel him tremble under his touch. He doesn’t like this at all, but maybe the only way he can getting Theon to talk to him is to do as he says right now and try again later.

“And hug be back.” Theon adds, “Please”.

“Of course” he presses one more kiss to his head and holds him, rocks him, shushes him gently when he hears small sobs, waits for what feels like hours until, eventually, Theon takes a deep breath, sighs, and finally says, “I dreamt I lost you”.

Robb sighs in return, faces Theon and kisses his nose, “T, you know I could never leave you. You know I love you”.

Theon’s eyes are so watery Robb fears that if he goes back crying, he will never stop. He’s shaking his head, and Robb frowns, “No, not like that. You just were gone all of sudden, you-you died”.

Well, it does make a little more sense. Dreams can be scary, Robb knows this. He just wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction, Theon looks deeply shaken.

“Love…” he starts, but Theon cuts him off. “It was just… your mum calling me and telling me you had an accident and you died and… and I remember screaming and falling to my knees and… I just couldn’t stop screaming and-“

“Easy there, babe” Theon’s forehead is sweaty when Robb touches it to brush away some strands of hair. Tears are falling from Theon’s eyes and he doesn’t even bother to wipe them, so Robb takes care of that, too.

“I couldn’t stop thinking of how you weren’t there anymore like, that you weren’t alive anymore, that you… that I would have never seen you again” Theon goes on, between sobs and hiccups.

Robb shakes his head, “It was just a dream babe”.

He’s trying the best he can to soothe him, but Robb knows that’s not enough: Theon’s a stubborn little shit for a reason and if something upsets him he’s not going to change his mind any time soon.

“It just seemed so real!” He exclaims in fact, “And it hurt so much… you’re too amazing and wonderful and lovable and kind to die so young. Or even to die at all”.

He starts sobbing harder, and goes back hiding his face against Robb’s neck. He looks so vulnerable right now yet his arms are holding Robb so tight it hurts, but Robb doesn’t care.

“Baby, calm down.” He presses one more kiss to Theon’s hair, rubs his back. “It’s okay, I’m okay”.

“I don’t want anything to ever happen to you” Theon’s voice is a whisper, it still sound sad and terrified, but at least it seems like he’s not crying anymore. That’s a start.

“Nothing’s going to happen to me”, Robb says, but Theon shakes his head, “You can’t know this”.

Indeed, he can’t. But he knows he can’t spend the rest of his life thinking about it, and Theon can’t either. He didn’t think only dreaming such a thing, something bad happening to his boyfriend, could hurt Theon so much, and it warms his heart to see how much he cares. But it’s also breaking his heart to see him like this, and the only solution for such a thing that comes to his mind is simply not thinking about it. Cause it was just a dream. And dreams aren’t real.

With one quick gesture, he tosses the covers aside and stands up, holding a hand out for Theon to grab it, “Come with me, let’s go downstairs.”

Theon stares at him in confusion.

“Come on.” Robb patiently repeats, until Theon eventually stands up and takes his hand. Must be because he doesn’t want Robb to stay out of his sight, rather than him really wanting to follow him downstairs.

Robb keeps his arm wrapped around his waist as they reach the kitchen. He turns on the lights, grabs all he needs and starts making hot chocolate. With marshmallows, just as Theon likes it. It’s June, so it’s technically a little too warm for a hot drink, but if there’s one thing that can make Theon feel better, that’s hot chocolate.

While they’re waiting for the drink to be ready, they go to the living room. Robb sits down on the couch and leads Theon to sit on his lap, lightly patting his back and holding him to his chest.

I know you’re in shock, baby. But it was just a dream”.

Theon just keeps shaking his head, one hand reaching for Robb and squeezing it, only to rest it above his heart right after. “I just got so scared… it looked so real”.

“But it wasn’t. I’m here”

Theon’s taller than Robb, so he has to bend his neck considerably in order to brush his nose against Robb’s jaw. “You’re always so warm, I want you to stay this warm forever”.

“I will” Robb says, hands now resting on Theon’s hips, thumbs gently caressing the fabric of the pyjama.

“Not if you die”.

Robb frowns. “T” he says, this time more firmly.

And that’s when Theon’s muscles stop being so tense and let go a little, Robb can see it clearly by the way his shoulders relax. He sighs, “I know, I’m sorry. I sound like a baby.”

Robb’s been pretty much been lulling and soothing him as if he really were a baby, but he doesn’t mind, he could never mind, not when Theon was (and most likely still is) feeling so bad. That’s why he smiles the gentlest smile he can pull out, and leans over to kiss his boyfriend’s jaw.

“No you don’t, you just got scared”.

Theon’s hand are in his hair now, fingers twisting his auburn curls slowly. He’s staring right into Robb’s eyes, then moves to caress his cheek, “It’s just-you’re the most wonderful guy in the world. If there’s someone who doesn’t deserve to leave so soon, that’s you”.

For the first time since Theon woke up from his nightmare, Robb wonders how he would react if he was in his place: maybe he wouldn’t overreact as Theon did, maybe he would acknowledge that was just a nightmare, but he still would press his hand onto Theon’s chest to make sure his heart is still beating and he surely would get out of bed to get a glass of water. If he ever had a similar dream. If it should have happened in real life then-no, Robb doesn’t even want to think about it. It would hurt too much. That was the reason why Theon got so scared, cause he believed that his dream actually was real life. Now that he thinks about it, Robb can’t even imagine how awful that could have been, to think it was all happening for real.

“Love.” He says suddenly, grabbing Theon’s face between his hands and making sure they were keeping the eye contact, “Listen to me. I know how you feel. But you need to stop thinking about it. Start focusing on where you, where we are now. We’re in our couch, and we’re about to start drinking some hot chocolate with marshmallow, just as you like it”.

Theon’s eyes are still a little glossy, but he manages to smile a real smile. It’s a shy, gentle smile, but it’s also a relieved smile, which means he’s calming down. That’s good.

“This will not be good for my stomach, tomorrow” Theon chuckles. Robb smiles in return, hands gently stroking his boyfriend’s neck, “Don’t think about it until the moment comes.”

And oh the moment is going to come in a few hours, and Theon’s going to complain about his tummy ache for the whole day. Just like the big baby he is.

“I’m here babe” Robb whispers, and wraps his arms around Theon’s waist to hold him close.

“I know.” Theon replies, cheek resting on Robb’s curls, fingertips gently tickling his beard, “You always are.”

They have to part only because their chocolate is ready. Robb would gladly let the house burn down if that didn’t mean that all of his dog’s toys would burn down too and Grey Wind would never forgive him for that. Robb kinda wishes the dog was there with them, he’s almost better than Robb himself at comforting Theon, but Sansa’s dog, Lady, has broken her leg and Robb’s sister thought it might be useful if Lady had another dog to keep her some company for a few days, as she still can’t walk. Robb misses his boy and can’t help but think of how he’d be lying on the rug in front of them right now, or maybe he would sit on the couch too, his big grey muzzle resting on Theon’s lap.

But it’s just the two of them for tonight, and that’s okay too.

Robb pours the hot chocolate into two cups (Theon gets to have the purple one while Robb gets the red one, that’s how it’s always been and how it’ll always be) and adds a lot of mini marshmallows too. He’s not really a fan, but Theon loves it when they have matching stuff, and right now he just wants to see him smile.

“Oh god this is better than an orgasm” Theon moans in satisfaction, as Robb hands him his cup. That sudden statement makes Robb chuckle hard, “There he is, you’re back”.

Theon smiles shyly in return, lightly blushing. He still looks tired, but Robb can’t blame him for that: it’s still the middle of the night, after all.

He wraps an arm around his shoulder as he sits back down on the couch, and presses a kiss to Theon’s temple the moment he feels him cuddling closer to his side.

“I hate when shit like this happens.” Theon admits, “Makes my head hurt all day”.

“I’ll put some medicine and some chocolate in your lunchbox then”, Robb says, cause Theon always forgets his meds. He never forgets to water the plants, to thaw the fish a few hours earlier, to set up an alarm for when he’s taking a nap. But he always, always forgets his meds. Robb’s gonna handle it for him, though.

“Cuddle?” Theon says, snuggling even closer to Robb.

“We’re already cuddling” the younger guy says, reaching out to wipe a chocolate stain from Theon’s Cupid’s bow. He stills kisses his forehead and pulls him as closer as he can, though.

Then, Theon sighs, “It’s not fair that you get to see me this vulnerable. It’s embarrassing”.

“Oh wow! Now I will never stop making fun of you for having feelings.” Robb rolls his eyes, “Please, T. I’m here to support you”.

Theon is staring at all the tiny colored marshmallows in his cup, “I know.” He whispers, then looks back at Robb, this time smirking, “I wouldn’t be holding onto you like a koala if I was seriously ashamed of being vulnerable in front of you”.

Robb smiles, then kisses him. Softly. As softly as he can. The kiss is small, gentle, and it tastes like chocolate and sugar and Robb wants it to last forever.

“I love you” he whispers, as he slowly pulls away.

Theon rubs his nose against his, “I love you too”.

Only a few moments later Robb realizes it’s already two am and that both of them are going to go to work in a few hours, most likely looking like zombies.

“Shall we finish this in bed?” He suggests, “Maybe we can watch the end of the movie”.

Theon agrees. They go back upstairs, settle under the covers, and they put the movie back on. They finish their chocolate, and Theon barely makes it til the end of the movie without falling asleep: Robb knows he’s most likely to forget the ending by the morning and it’ll be up to him to refresh his memory, but he’s not complaining. He actually adores how peacefully Theon is snoring right now, cheek pressed to Robb’s chest, their legs tangled, one arm wrapped around his waist.

He kisses his forehead for the umpteenth time that night, fully aware he’s not going to wake up cause he knows that when Theon’s snoring like that it means he’s fully comfortable.

Then he slowly lets himself close his eyes and fall asleep too, knowing that they’ll still be be holding each other this way in the morning, when they’ll wake up. Only too look at each other in the eyes, then share a good morning kiss.

And then also curse a little because of how little they slept and how they so don’t want to go to work that day. In fact, it’s most likely they’re going to sleep in. Robb doesn’t mind, and he’s sure Theon doesn’t mind either.

#throbb #theon x robb #throbb one shot #anon #hurt & comfort #is that how it’s called? #idk okay they’re just cute and robb is a gift in this one #and theon is baby like literally

[backtobackbakubabe]

I am the Alpha Now Part 10

Bakugo X Reader 

Words : 2559 

Masterlist

Reader is from America and somewhat of a delinquent with an alpha quirk that allows her to turn into a wolf as well as bond with dogs. She is sent to UA to straighten out her attitude. She ends up in a power struggle with none other than our favorite hot head. Words in Italics are words said telepathically

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“Focus! Look him in eye and focus your thoughts towards him. Think in his direction.”

“What the fuck does that even mean? Think in his direction?! That makes no fucking sense!”

You and Bakugo had been working for almost an hour now to see if he could talk to Mercy. It was something you did almost every night right before you went to bed. He’s been slowly bonding with you over the course of the last week. The emotional thing you had down, much to his annoyance. Until now he had been very good at hiding his emotions, but that wasn’t even possible anymore.

Just this morning he had threatened to spank you if you didn’t get your ass out of bed. But just one peek into the bond and you could tell he didn’t mean it. In fact, you could feel his longing to join you. So instead of doing as he asked, you reached out and pulled him down to your level and begged him for ten more minutes.

He had groaned and rolled his eyes before wrapping a reluctant arm around you and pulling you to him. He wanted to be annoyed, but you could feel the love and comfort radiating from him. He wasn’t nearly as intimidating as you had once thought.

This brings you back to tonight. You sat there in one of his t-shirts laying between his legs with your head on his shoulder as he sat on the edge of the bed staring at Mercy. You could feel the determination quickly followed by disappointment. “Hey babe it’s okay, it’ll come. It took us a loooooong time before we could speak to each other.”

He threw his body back onto the bed in frustration, “Yeah, but you also had to basically teach him English from scratch.”

You shrugged, “It’ll come to you eventually. Just keep practicing. You’ve got the emotional and physical part down.”

The bond goes both ways… which means he felt the spike in your emotions when you said “physical” He sat up and his hand quickly found your hip, “Oh I know I got the physical part down… I know if I put my hand here…” He moved his hand closer to your inner thigh. “…you heart rate begins to pick up. But if I put it here…” He moved it cup your boob. “You start to melt into my hands like putty.” He kissed your neck as he moved to pinch one of your nipples between his fingers. Your back arched as you bit your lip, “But this…. This is the quickest way to make you lose your mind.”

You had started to reach for pants when he flipped you both over, so you were now on your stomach with him on your back. “It’s so much better when I can feel how excited you are. It’s like you were literally the missing puzzle piece from my life.” He leaned back to take his shirt off, “I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you… or this bond.”

You wiggled your ass underneath him, “Awww are you saying I complete you?”

His only response to that was a quick slap to the ass, but you could feel his amusement through the bond. He started to slowly drag your underwear down when Mercy yelped, “PLEASE STOP!”

You groaned as you tapped out, letting Bakugo know you needed to get up.

Confused and a little concerned he let you up, “Shit I didn’t slap you that hard, did I? I didn’t feel any unusual pain in the bond?”

You put a hand on his chest to reassure him, “No it’s Mercy. We need to let him out if we’re going to you know… be physical.”

His eyes widened in understanding, “Oh shit... yeah… duh. Okay hold on I’ll let him out really quick.”

He walked across your room without a shirt on to let Mercy out while you remained sitting on the bed in nothing but one of his t-shirts. Right as he reached the door your wolf senses picked up footsteps outside in the hallway right outside your room, “Bakugo WA-“

He threw the door open before you could finish and was met with a characteristically bored looking Aizawa. You scrambled to cover yourself with a blanket “Hmmm I figured I’d find you here… It’s well past curfew…”

Bakugo bowed, “Yes sir, My apologies… it was my fault… uh you see…”

Aizawa just raised his hand to cut him off, “A quick reminder that Y/n is here on a probationary basis. She was sent here to straighten out her attitude and get her act together. Your job is supposed to be helping her get her life together…” He glanced at Bakugo’s shitless chest in front of him, “I can tell the two of you have become… close. But you only have a few months before graduation… then you can do whatever the hell you want. But until then, can you at least try to pretend to follow the rules.”

Bakugo nodded, “Yes sir, my apologies again sir. I was just about to take Mercy for a quick run if that is okay?”

Aizawa looked at Mercy was wagging his tail next to Bakugo, “Make it a leisurely walk and how about I join you… for safety reasons.”

Bakugo narrowed his eyes, “No offense sir, but I think I can handle a quick walk around campus by myself…”

Aizawa smiled, “I’m sure you could, but then how would we continue our conversation about rule breaking?”

Bakugo grunted as he grabbed the jacket he had left hanging by the door, “I’ll bring him right back y/n, get some sleep. Come on Mercy lets go.”

You just silently nodded as the door slammed behind him… “Shit…”

“Mercy, is it okay of I watch and listen to their conversation though you?”

“UGH! But I actually wanted to run!”

You rolled your eyes even though no one was around to see it, “Oh don’t lie. I know you’re just as nosy as I am!”

“And your point?”

“My point is I’ll run with you tomorrow AND I’ll make Bakugo cook you a giant steak for dinner…”

“DEAL!”

You tuned into Mercy senses and saw Aizawa and Bakugo walking right in front of you or rather right in front of Mercy.

“Bakugo I need you to understand something. When I say I can see you two getting close, I mean that quite literally. My quirk allows me to see and turn off other quirks. When I see you two especially when you are close, I can see this weird aura. It used to just be y/n and Mercy, but it’s now consumed you too.” He stopped to see the tips of Bakugo’s ear turning pink, “Now I’m no idiot. I think I’ve put two and two together. It has something to do with her alpha quirk doesn’t it?”

Bakugo rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah… It’s hard to explain though. I just… clicked with her or something and now I’m a part of her pack. Me her and Mercy.” He glanced down and gave Mercy a pat on the head.

Aizawa nodded, “I have to admit I think it has had an impact on you both and probably for the better. You give her structure and dedication. She gives you empathy and compassion. It’s evident you are good for each other… I just need you to be careful.”

Bakugo narrowed his eyes, “Careful? Careful of what?”

Aizawa sighed as he stopped walking, “I just worry you might grow too attached to her, but I’m now beginning to think you already have.”

“Tch, what’s that supposed to mean? I obviously love her, why would getting attached to her be a bad thing? You just said we were good for each other?”

“Well she is from America and you live here. Have you discussed what you want to do after graduation? Will she move here? Will you move there? Will you… part ways?”

Mercy whined at the thought of the new member of his pack leaving them. You felt your heart break a little at the thought as well.

Bakugo leaned down and got on Mercy’s level. “Hey now stop crying, that’s not going to happen.” He kissed Mercy’s forehead and whispered, “I told you to go to bed…”

He must have felt your panic and knew you were listening. “We haven’t talked about it yet… but with all due respect that’s a conversation that will be between us. That’s our private life you know?”

Aizawa nodded and ran his hand through his hair, “I understand but please just try to be careful. I see how attached you already. It’s like you’re addicted to her presence, to her happiness. I can see that you get visibly uncomfortable when she’s not close by and I fear the day you might… well for lack of a better words… go through withdrawal. It’s like she’s a drug to you.”

Bakugo tensed up, “Look… like I said before it’s our private life…but…” He took a look at Mercy, probably debating saying anything knowing that I was listening. “I do feel this pull to her. She is quite literally the center of my universe… but you know what. I don’t care. She’ll be the first to tell you who wears the pants in the relationship… and that’s neither of us. We have a deep respect for each other. We listen, we care, we communicate. I take care of her just as much as she takes care of me. She might have an alpha quirk, but I’m not her bitch.”

Aizawa’s eyes widened, “Bakugo you misunderstand me. I didn’t mean to insinuate that she was controlling you, I just didn’t want to see you guys get hurt.”

Bakugo was starting to get mad now, “Well we’re not! Okay! I can’t explain it, but this connection we have… it’s permanent. It’s not going anywhere!”

Aizawa almost looked sad, “Okay… but how do you know?”

You could feel your anger (or possibly Bakugo’s) boiling over and you just wanted to hit something. “BECAUSE WE FUCKING DO! FUCK OFF!”

Bakugo snorted and then bit his lip. He looked to Mercy, “Your mother has a potty mouth.” He looked at a confused Aizawa and without explaining himself at all he turned to head back to the dorms, “Come on Mercy, you know y/n can’t sleep without you, and she seems a little restless right now.”

Aizawa called out after him, “Last night I’m allowing you to get away with this, next time it’s detention do you understand?”

“Yeah, yeah whatever… like you said it’s only for a few more months anyways. We’ll survive.”

You could hear Bakugo’s footsteps approaching the door and you tried to pretend like you had been asleep.

“OI! Don’t even fucking try. I know you were listening the entire time. Not only could I feel you, but I fucking heard you! How did you do that! It was so fucking weird, it’s like I could hear you, but your voice was a little different. It had more of an echo or something and… oi are you even listening?” He threw a pillow at your still “sleeping” figure.

You fake yawned and stretched, “Oh hi Bakugo. Back from your walk already?”

He tackled you to the bed, “You’re such a brat!”

You giggled as you kissed his cheek, “Ah yes, but I’m your brat.”

He settled into bed next to you and kissed your forehead, “How I got stuck with you I have no idea.” He ran his fingers through your hair, “But I’m glad I did… now can we please talk about earlier?”

You sighed, “About what in particular?”

“Well for one I know you were listening. Your emotions were all over the place…”

You shrugged, “I was watching Gilmoe Girls… gets me every time.”

He swatted at your ass, “Come on pup be serious. I really want to talk about it. Do you have plans after graduation?”

You snuggled deeper into him, “I mean not really… I had thought I’d go back to America and get a job there doing private security.”

“You could always do that here instead though. There’s tons of jobs here especially for graduates of UA.”

You bit your lip, “I don’t know. I mean going to school here is hard enough. I still feel like my Japanese sucks, and you already know English…”

“Your Japanese gets better every day! I can practice with you more if you think it’ll help!”

“I just... I don’t know right this moment. And that’s okay right? I mean we have a few months, right?”

He ran a hand through his hair, “Yeah I guess... but y/n, I need you to know. I can’t see myself leaving Japan. My only goal for the past few years has been to be Japans number one hero. It would be kind of hard to do that from America.”

Your eyes lit up, “Talk to All Might! He did a few years in America and he became the number one hero! Just ask him about it!”

He could feel how worked up you were getting so he gave your forehead another kiss, “Okay, okay, I’ll talk to him… on to the next thing… I heard you in my head… how?”

You shook your head, “I honestly don’t know. I said it like I would normally talk to Mercy, but I didn’t direct it at Mercy. I was surprised you heard it. I was also extra emotional though.”

“Tch. I heard it alright. If I wasn’t so caught off guard, I would have laughed my ass off.”

“Do you think he meant it when he said tonight was the last night you could sleep here? I don’t want to sleep alone.”

“WHAT AM I CHOPPED LIVER!” Mercy was now in the bed trying to get in between you two.

“Oi! I Herd that! Mercy say something else!”

“Something else!”

“Just as sassy as I thought you’d be, but I kind of imagined you’re voice to be… I don’t know softer. You actually sound kind of like a boss.”

“Yes, that would be because I am a boss. You may be in this pack now but respect the food chain asshole!”

Bakugo looked at you, “You gonna let him talk to me that way?”

You just shrugged, “I mean he has a point. He was here first.”

He pushed Mercy out of the way and bearhugged you, “No, no, no, no, we agreed at the tea shop! I am the alpha now remember?”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, “Whatever helps you sleep at night babe.”

Mercy started growling from where Bakugo had pushed him, “I’ll help you sleep alright, by putting you in a coma! HOW DARE YOU PUSH ME OUT OF MY OWN BED!”

The rest of the night was filled with wrestling and your boys fighting and joking. Despite his attitude you could tell Mercy was ecstatic to have a new friend to talk to. You watched as they rolled around on the floor and your heart swelled with love. Bakugo paused for and looked over to you when he felt it. He made eye contact and with all his will power he managed to say “I love you too…”

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[twdeadfanfic]

Silence Pt.2

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Request for a deaf reader. Between season 2 and 3. After getting captured trying to hunt the men that raided her camp and killed her people, reader is rescued by Daryl, Glenn and Maggie, who take her with them and to their camp, and soon, reader is going to be surprised to find that the man witht he crossbow, who at first she deemed someone dangerous to keep an eye on, is rather shy and awkward around her, but sweet in his way too, and she can’t help but want to get to know him more.

Chapters: 2/8

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You woke up the next morning when the sun began to rise, safe and sound, nobody had killed you in your sleep. You felt bad for having thought such thing about the kind people who had taken you in, but you’d learned that in this world, it was risky to trust people blindly. 

You sat up and looked around. Some were awake, some were still asleep. Rick seemed to be patrolling around, looking at you when he noticed you sitting up. You wrote in your notebook what you wanted to tell him and then you got up and walked towards him, showing him the page.

“Thanks for taking me in. I understand why you don’t trust me. Last time I trusted someone my people died. But your friends saved me and I’ll help you all as much as I can” 

Rick nodded  and took the notebook. “They told me. I’m sorry about your people.” He gave you the notebook back and walked away. You weren’t sure if you were making progress or not at getting him to warm up to you, you hoped he’d see you were trustworthy.  

You saw Daryl approaching and you gave him a smile. He looked down and nodded. He opened his mouth as if to say something but didn’t, and for a second you thought he was going to take the notebook but he lowered the hand he’d lifted. It seemed he wasn’t sure of what to do or how to behave with you. You were confused, but you also thought he was kind of cute, different from the first idea you had gotten of him. 

Finally he looked at you, raising his eyebrows and pointing at your arm bandage and neck bruises before signing what was almost an ‘okay’ but not quite. You nodded, repeating the okay sign both to reply to his question and to show him again how the sign was done. He frowned and did it again, this time perfectly, and you nodded and grinned.  Daryl reached out as if to take the notebook but he seemed hesitant, and so you gave it to him. 

“Hurt?” He wrote down and you took the notebook to write, “not much. Nothing I can’t handle. Thanks to you all.” Daryl just shrugged shyly and when you gave him a smile he looked away…he really could be cute.

He took the notebook again and wrote down “You need something?” passing you the notebook back and chewing on his lips, averting his eyes from you before catching himself and looking at you again so he could see your answer.

You shook your head but then something came to your mind, and you wrote down, “I think Rick doesn’t trust me. I understand it. But I wish he did.” Daryl nodded, taking the notebook to write, “he will.” You took the notebook again. “How you know you can trust me?” You couldn’t help but ask.

Daryl just shrugged, looking down as if shy, but then he looked at you so you could read his lips. “Just do,” he mouthed, shrugging again, and you grinned at him. Whatever it was that made Daryl think you were trustworthy, you were grateful for it. A small, crocked smile tugged at Daryl’s lip, and he reached out to squeeze your shoulder before walking towards Rick.

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Soon, you all got going to the place where Glenn wanted to go scavenging. Carol got behind Daryl on his bike, and you went with Glenn, Maggie, Beth and Hershel on their car, driving for a couple of hours. You stopped the vehicles at distance from where you could see the shopping mall, smaller than you all had thought, but from a safe distance in case there were walkers around. 

You tried to understand what everyone was saying as they made plans. Glenn, Maggie, Daryl and Rick would go check the mall while the others stayed behind, T-Dog and Carol on watch duty to make sure no walker got too close to the cars. Rick also thought that if the mall was safe enough, maybe you could spend there a few days. Notebook in hand, you approached Rick. 

“I’ll help,” you wrote down and Rick arched a brow at you, looking you up and down. You didn’t know if take offense.  “I’ve put down walkers before. I can aim and shoot. I can stab them too.” You had made sure to learn how to fight walkers as soon as possible, knowing that you needed it to survive. You rather didn’t fight them, the monsters were strong, and you’d rather put them down from away, but still, you could fight if needed, if it wasn’t a group of those things.

Rick was still just frowning at you and so you took your gun from the holster, shaking it in front of his face. “Don’t got bullets. Give me one. I’ll prove it to you.” You scribbled grumpily, almost pushing the notebook in Rick’s face in your hustle, frowning at him. Rick arched his eyebrow again, but he smirked, shrugging and mouthing an okay.

He gave you more than one bullet, though, enough for your charger, and also a silencer, which was welcomed but rather unexpected, and you smiled at him. He nodded and gestured to everyone to get going. Daryl walked near you, tugging at your elbow to get your attention, and then he signed you an okay to which you nodded. You wanted to be useful and prove to these people that you were trustworthy, and that you weren’t useless even though they had to rescue you.

As you approached the mall you were overwhelmed by the stench of dead and rottenness. Your were on alter, but soon you realized it didn’t come from walkers, but from the half rotten, dead bodies on the ground. You all looked at each other but kept walking anyway, walking into the mall through a broken crystal door. If you were to stay there, you should fix that. 

You were welcomed by an even more intense smell, half-rotten and half-eaten corpses everywhere. It seemed a big group of people had taken refuge in there and had ended badly. You didn’t know about the others, but you didn’t feel like staying there, even if you were able to clean all the mess and fix the doors. 

It seemed Rick, Daryl, Maggie and Glenn were used to work the four together, and they were already dividing into pairs to check the area. Rick turned to you as if remembering you were there, and signaled to you to follow him and Daryl.  

As you followed them, you noticed two walkers munching on a corpse in one of the aisles, its back to you. You had to walk near them, and so you decided it could be time to prove your worth, or at least, that you could shoot when needed, and so you aimed your gun, pressed the trigger, and one of the walkers dropped dead.

The other one turned its head to look at you, but before you could shoot again, an arrow embedded into its forehead. You turned around and saw Rick looking at you, Daryl next to him with his crossbow, lowering it and walking to retrieve the arrow. You signed him a thanks and went to follow him, but Rick tugged at your elbow so you looked at him, passing him your notebook when he pointed at your pocket.

“You can shoot,” he wrote down and you rolled your eyes. “Told you so,” you wrote back, and Rick said nothing, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he looked at you. Maybe he was warming up to you? You had no idea, you hoped so, but you also hoped he stopped thinking you couldn’t do anything. Daryl was looking back at you both, noticing you weren’t following, and he asked something that seemed a “What?” Both Rick and you shook your heads and walked to him.

As you kept checking the place you found more corpses on the ground, blood everywhere. The place seemed almost emptied too, as if it had been raided. You had thought those people had been killed by walkers, but now you wondered if maybe they hadn’t been murdered by other people who wanted their stuff. It was too horrible to think. 

When you found some aisles with clothes you pocked Rick’s shoulder to catch his attention and signaled from you to the shelves, you wanted to check the clothes, maybe find you something more suited for the cold weather than what you were wearing. You missed the heavy shawl you had lost when you fled your camp and that had been your sister’s. 

Rick and Daryl exchanged a couple of sentences you couldn’t understand, they talked fast and without looking at you, and then Rick began walking towards another part of the mall while Daryl stayed with you. You guessed Rick would be good alone, and signed from Daryl to one of the clothes aisles and from you to the other, so he’d check one while you checked the other. He seemed hesitant for a second, but then he nodded. 

As you walked down the aisle you grew more and more disappointed, there was almost nothing left and the sizes weren’t good for you. You took some trousers, the material felt warm and the waist was elastic, so you hoped they’d suit you. You kept looking around, trying to see if there was anything else that you thought could be good for any of your new friends.  

You found a couple of jackets that would be better for the cold than your thin shirt. One of the jackets was definitely too small, and you tried the other one but it was too tight on your arms, you couldn’t move them freely, but you took it anyway, maybe it could suit Beth. 

You looked around and noticed Daryl trying to catch your attention. You walked to him and he handed you a long coat made of warm, gray wool. You gave Daryl a grateful smile and signed him a thanks before trying on the coat. It was bigger than your size, but you loved how the material felt and how warm it was. You nodded to Daryl, grinning, and he nodded back, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile. You thought it was the first time you saw him smile. It suited him. 

You were again alone, checking a shelf, though you knew that Daryl wasn’t far, when something grabbed you hard. You gasped, turning fast and grabbing the walker in time so it wouldn’t bite you, struggling to hold it just with one hand so you could stab it, but then the walker was being pulled away from you. You realized it was Daryl, dragging the walker back, but before he could put it down or the walker could struggle, you rushed and sank your knife into its head.

You were panting, looking from the corpse to Daryl, who was looking at you with wide, worried eyes. “Are you okay?!” You were pretty sure he said, before he caught himself and signed you an okay, to which you nodded, trying to calm down. Daryl arched an eyebrow, looking over you, and so you nodded again.

You lifted your hand to clean your knife when you noticed a tear on the shelve of your new coat. Damn it. You frowned, taking the notebook to write down your annoyment, “it ripped my new coat.” You showed it to Daryl and he took the notebook from your hand “better the coat than you.” He was still looking at you worriedly and you nodded, giving him a small smile before signing him thanks. Daryl nodded back at you, reaching to squeeze your shoulder before turning to keep checking the shelves.

You chewed on your lip before deciding to tug at Daryl’s vest. He turned to look at you questioningly and you began to write, angling the notebook so he could read while you wrote. “I promise I’m not useless,” you wrote down, looking at him a bit embarrassed, and Daryl frowned at you. “Second time you have to help me…”

Daryl shook his head, taking the notebook from your hand. “You are not useless.” You looked at him doubtfully, unsure if he was being honest, and Daryl tapped the notebook with the pen before writing again. “You can shoot. Got good aim. Grabbed that walker right too.” His handwritten was getting rushed, but you got it, and you smiled at him, nodding and signing him a thanks. Daryl nodded back, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, and he reached to squeeze your shoulder before pushing at you gently to walk beside him.

By the time you went to find Rick again, you both were carrying an assortment of mismatched gloves, hats and scarves, along with a couple of oversized shirts that you hoped would suit almost everyone. Rick had with him a bag with a big camping tent and you wondered who would be the ones using it, his family you guessed. He also had found more wire, rope, and some boxes of matches. 

You three met with Glenn and Maggie at the main doors. They had gone through the drug store and judging by how disappointed they looked, they didn’t seem to have found much. There hadn’t been antibiotics or disinfectant left, or nothing like that, just some packages of band-aids, bandages and gauze, and a more than welcome little first aid kit. 

Back with the others, Rick explained how you couldn’t stay in the mall and that you’d keep camping in the woods until you found something. You got an idea, but you weren’t sure it’d work. Taking the notebook, you wrote what you wanted to say to Rick and you approached him

“My group and I lived in a warehouse, few hours drive from where you found me. When the men attacked us they drew walkers to the place, but maybe they left?” 

“Maybe”, Rick said, seeming thoughtful, before taking the notebook. “We could try. We could get there before the sundown?” He wrote down. You weren’t sure, you had left it walking, not by car, and you signed him a maybe. “We’ll check it tomorrow”, Rick wrote before going to tell everyone else the idea. 

You saw Daryl leaving, getting further into the woods, and you guessed he was going hunting. You wished you had remembered to set a trap before going to the mall, maybe you could have hunt something. You watched as Rick got out the camping tent, but instead of getting it ready, he began to cut it until he had some long pieces of fabric that then he began tying to the trees, and you realized it’d make the cold wind hit your camp less hard, as long as it wasn’t too strong. Smart. 

That night you dinned on squirrel stew, sitting down around the campfire, and once again you began reviewing and teaching sings with Carol and Maggie. You noticed Daryl looking at you, but he didn’t join you. That night you took first watch with Rick, which you guessed was a sign of trust on his side, and as you patrolled the area, he had you explain him everything about your old camp and the warehouse, and you hoped it wasn’t still invaded by walkers. 

With the sunrise, you all got going, arriving at your camp by late afternoon. You could smell the dead, and soon you saw some walkers roaming around, but not enough to be a threat, you could overpower them, and you all got ready to fight. 

You shot at a couple of walkers, before getting your knife and putting down one that was approaching. You went to put down another, but as you looked at him, you realized it’d been one of your friends before, now dead and reaching for you. You froze in place and it grabbed you, growling, trying to bite you, so you put it down, feeling sick to your stomach. 

You saw Maggie running to you, and she reached out to squeeze your hand, mouthing a “you okay?” You nodded, eyes trained on the dead walker. Maggie signaled from you to the walker, looking at you with sad eyes as she seemed to realize what had happened. You nodded, blinking quickly, trying not to cry. 

You couldn’t stop your tears from falling, though, when you looked around at the dead walkers and half-eaten corpses that lied on the ground. Some were the men that had attacked you, but the others were your people. Carol approached you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and you leaned into her, grateful. Everyone was looking at you, seeming sorry, and Rick took the notebook to write down. 

“We dig some graves. We bury them.”

You nodded and signed him a thanks, rubbing your eyes, you didn’t want to keep crying.  

Before burying your dead, you all checked the warehouse. Walkers hadn’t gotten in, and you could keep staying in there. Most of your group supplies were still there, the men hadn’t had time to take them as they ran away from the walkers. 

“Take what you need,” you wrote down, and Rick signed you thanks before squeezing your shoulder. You nodded to him and went to check your stuff. Your few clothes were there, all more appropriate for summer than for autumn and winter, though you had a shirt less thin than the one you’d been wearing. You also found your compass, which had been a gift from one of your now dead friends, a book, a few pens and your small notebook, that you could fit in the pocket of your shirt.  

Your sister’s shawl was there too, much to your relief, and you took off your new coat to wrap the shawl around you, as if it could bring you some comfort, almost as a hug, even though it had lost your sister’s scent long ago and had a couple of holes now. 

Once you went outside again, Rick and some of the others had covered the bodies with some fabric, and you were grateful for it. You realized that you didn’t have any shovel to dig the graves, you thought you had one but it was nowhere to be seen, and when you told Rick it seemed like he didn’t know what to do, so you decided you’d just burn the bodies. Rick and the others seemed to think it wasn’t good enough, but you shrugged. Your friends had been practical people, and you were sure they wouldn’t care about what happened to what was left of their bodies, they weren’t in there anymore, those were just dead bodies. They didn’t even look like themselves anymore. 

Besides, it wasn’t that different from cremation, and lots of people used to do that in the world before. You told yourself that as you got all the bodies together and ready, helped by Rick, T-Dog and Daryl. You couldn’t stop your tears again, and you were grateful nobody said anything. Daryl did look at you, opening and closing his mouth as if he were to say something, but he didn’t. 

As they burned, you felt Maggie’s hand holding yours. Your tears kept falling, but you were grateful for those people, who had taken you in and treated you as one of their own despite having known you for only a couple of days. The fire attracted a couple of walkers, but Daryl put them down before they could get close. 

Your new friends were practical people too, and so once the bodies had burned, they had paid their respects and gave you their condolences, everyone began to work on different chores. Daryl went hunting and you went a bit further into the woods too to set a trap.  

Back in the warehouse, you helped the others to move their things in, assorting everything along with what was already there. Some first aid-kits, some cans of food, some jars with water from the nearby river…you were pretty sure you would be good there for a while. Rick looked around at everything and grinned at you, signing you thanks. You guessed he must have been pretty stressed that month on the go without a place to settle down, considering he’d a small kid and Lori was pregnant. It was a bit comforting, to know that at least you could help those people. 

They seemed a bit reluctant to go through your late friends belongings, as if they thought it might upset or anger you, but trying to be practical, you began sorting clothes, trying to see what could suit them, even though most of them weren’t warm enough for the winter that was coming in less than a couple months, you thought. It was hard to keep the track of seasons. 

Once that was done, the sun was starting to go down and you went to check your trap. Nothing. You let out a disappointed sigh, frowning at the trap. Turning around, you noticed Daryl walking out of the woods and looking at you, a rabbit and some squirrels hanging from his belt. He hesitated for a moment but then approached you. 

Daryl opened his mouth as if to say something but didn’t, reached out as if to take the notebook that peeked out of your coat’s pocket but neither did he grab it. You cocked your head at him. He still didn’t seem to know how to approach you or talk to you, and you’d have taken offense if it weren’t because you also found it a bit cute how he seemed not to know how to act around you. You thought you had been right thinking he was shy.  

He was just standing there, frowning, before pointing at the trap and then signing an okay. You didn’t really understand what he meant, since you hadn’t caught anything, if maybe he thought it was a good trap or what. You raised your eyebrows at him, confused, and he reached out as if to take the notebook from your pocket but stopped midway, and so you took it out and handed it to him. 

“Not your fault. We scared the game with the fire and noise.” He wrote down, and you nodded, giving him a small smile. Maybe he was right, you decided to let the trap there to see if you had caught something in the morning. Daryl nodded to you awkwardly and walked to the warehouse. You saw him sitting down on the stairs as he began to get the rabbit ready for cooking. 

You looked at Carol, who was sat down sorting some clothes. You were pretty sure she was Daryl’s best friend, along with Rick, probably. She and Daryl were always close, you’d seen them talking to each other, keeping watch together, and stuff like that. You approached her, sat down next to her, and took your notebook to write. 

“I think Daryl doesn’t know how to talk to me?” Or maybe it was just that he actually didn’t like you…but you didn’t think that, he’d been checking on you, helping you out, had tried to make you feel better a couple of times already, had thought on you when he saw the warm coat, had learned a couple of signs…he’d been actually quite nice to you, now that you thought about it. 

Carol smiled, seeming amused, but also her smile was so fond that you couldn’t help your own. “Daryl doesn’t know how to talk to most people. Difficult for him to get used to them”, she wrote down. “He’s better at it now. He’s gone through stuff. But he’s a good man.”  

You nodded and smiled to her. Yeah, yeah, you thought he was. On his own, shy and awkward yet cute way. 

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We had more Daryl trying to interact with reader, a run, and now a somewhat safe place. What did you think? If you liked it, please let me know your thoughts.

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[josuuuuhaitham]

it’s nice to have a friend

ADRINETTE / MARICHAT AU : 3237 words

also posted to ao3 [ https://archiveofourown.org/works/28958835 ]

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Adrien had lived in isolation most of his life.

His parents decided the risk of danger in the outside world would harm him. “Dont play with sticks, Adrien! What if you scratch yourself or get a splinter?”, they would say. He then would dejectedly move back into his room to play board games again. He always somehow managed to get hurt anyways, but they should’ve realized whatever physical injuries he had, he received about a million more mental scars.

And as soon as his mother passed away, he realized that things wouldn’t be any better.

His father was devastated and busied himself with work, leaving Adrien to sit alone at the large dinner table. The only conversations he had with him were quick and monotone. He used to get excited that his father was texting him. He hoped maybe he finally wanted to talk to him, to be like they used to. That excitement faded as he grew used to the schedule changes in his recent messages.

But then, by some stroke of luck, he was let out. He didn’t know how Nathalie managed to convince his father to let him go to school but he was happy, so so happy. And then another thing happened. He met Plagg and got his miraculous. He met Ladybug. He saw Chloe again after years of no interactions. He met Nino. He met Alya. He met Alix. He met Kim. He met Max. The cycle continues until you get to his full class, his friends. They became everything to him.

But then there's Marinette.

He knew that she didn’t like him at first, and precisely why too but the more time he spent with her, as Adrien, the more he thought her opinions hadn’t changed. She’d stutter and blush, never meeting his eyes and only speaking to him if he spoke first. He would wonder if his apology was good enough, or if he was foolish to believe that she would forgive him. Little did he know.

Then he met Marinette as Chat Noir. He almost felt like his previous assumptions were true. She was so much more confident around him. He wondered if it was because he was a superhero, that maybe she liked Chat Noir and not Adrien for that one singular reason. But he knew Marinette wasn’t like that.

He started visiting her on her balcony more. At first he just made excuses to himself like “I’m just checking up on her. She’s my friend. I can do that, right?”. Plagg laughed and called him lame before returning to smelling his socks and eating cheese. Adrien didn’t give him much time as he transformed after almost a minute of contemplating his decisions.

He flew through the rooftops, smiling wide as the wind ruffled his hair and carried him higher. He stops abruptly at the sight of brightly lit bakery. It seemed her parents were still in there, he assumed probably closing up or cleaning. Nonetheless, he hopped to the decorated balcony above Marinette’s room and stood at the railing, admiring the view. Soon enough there were soft footsteps coming from behind him and he turned around with a grin.

“Chat Noir?” Marinette says, yawning. He struts slowly to her, picking up her right hand daintily and pressing a small kiss to it.

“Hello there, princess. How are you this fine evening?” He says brightly. She looks at him weirdly for a second, but soon decides to join him by the railing and they stand in silence while Marinette tries to come up with an answer.

“I’m good. I think,” She replies, finally.

“You think?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve been trying to think, but nothing really comes to mind,” Chat noir only hums in response. He didn’t have anything to say to that anyways, but he could get how she felt. That’s how he used to feel, trapped in his own mind, thoughts jumbled to the point where he couldn’t separate or express them. “But what about you, Chat Noir? What are you doing here?”

He flusters, almost as red as the suit of his partner, but with the limited lighting, she didn’t notice.

“Well, you see… I’m here to check up on you? Since um yesterday, the Evillustrator had you and… yeah. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay?”

“You don’t sound so sure,” She giggles. He chuckles too, hand instinctively going to reach the back of his neck. The noise dies down to comfortable silence.

“Hey, Marinette? Can I stay here a little longer?”

And so he does, he stays with Marinette until it’s too late for either of them to keep their eyes open. He says goodbye, with one last kiss on her hand’s dorsal, then flying back to his house, sliding into his window and detransforming onto his bed. Plagg pops out of the miraculous with a groan, complaining about food, and Adrien points to his mini-fridge. He smiles as his eyes close and his breathing slows.

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The late night balcony visits continued, becoming as often as his patrols with Ladybug. He no longer needed an excuse, and Marinette would be waiting for him with a plate of macarons or croissants. They had talked about everything that came to their minds, and some days, it’d be nothing and they’d just stare at the sky and stay in each other’s presence.

But that was for Chat Noir. Adrien Agreste wasn’t so lucky in the Marinette department.

She hadn’t really changed around his civilian form. So… he decided to improvise and tell Marinette he had a crush on his fencing partner. Probably (definitely) a risky move on his part but it landed him some time to hang out with her. And Kagami. At least it was a start.

So he walked into the city’s one and only ice rink on a cold Sunday morning, with 3 others by his side and his bodyguard. Marinette had invited Luka last minute, which for some reason made Adrien upset. It wasn’t that he disliked Luka, they were friends. They’ve met a generous amount of times in the past and there had been no bad interactions, in fact, he had attempted to teach Adrien a few songs on guitar. But there was something that felt off about him and Marinette giggling together, or holding each other’s hands while on the rink.Not that he was jealous or anything.

His thoughts were interupted by who he presumed was the owner of the ice rink skating up to him and Kagami.

“Hello there, Adrien Agreste!” He says loudly, Adrien smiles and says hi back, about to skate off but the man continued. “Would you like to sign up for private fencing lessons with our rink? It’ll only take a minute--”

“He’s busy doing fencing with me,” Kagami interupts him, pulling at Adrien’s arm while glaring at the man.

“Well then how about you advertise to your fans? They’d surely listen--” Kagami once again doesn’t let him finish, this time actually skating away, Adrien’s arm in her grip. The man seems defeated and goes to the seats, talking dejectedly to mayor Bourgeois

And just as quick as he looks away, he sees Marinette trip on air and fall to the floor. Adrien rushes over to her, a hand out. He looks to his side, where Luka is, in the exact same stance.

Marinette looks between the two of them, conflicted. It’s like that for a couple seconds, before Kagami skates up and between the two boys, picking up Marinette’s hand and in turn, the rest of her. She whispers something to Marinette, who looks startled, and backs off, now landing an expecting gaze to Adrien. Now it seems he is the one who is in the choosing one or the other position. Just as he’s about to go with Kagami, Marinette runs off, clearly upset.

“I’ll check up on her,” He says and follows her to the restroom area. “Marinette? Are you in there? You okay?”

“I’m fine,” She replies quickly. Adrien nods, knowing that she can’t see him. He looks down and around, trying to find something else to say but nothing comes to mind. Then he notices the layer of ice quickly moving closer and closer to him, and the rest of the building.

“Marinette!” Adrien yells, banging on the door. “Stay in there and hide, okay? There’s an akuma!”

He huffs before rushing into the mens restroom and watches as Plagg gets out of his shirt.

“It seems we have to cut this date short,” Plagg snorts.

“Date?” Adrien sputters in denial before collecting himself and glaring. “Plagg, claws out!”

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“Hey Adrien! Wait up!” Marinette breathes out, hands on her knees as she doubles over.

“Yeah, Marinette?” Adrien says, stopping in front of the door

“We should do this more often. Hang out, I mean.” She giggles.

“Yeah. We should,” Adrien smiles.

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“I should really charge you for those,” Marinette snorts as she watches Chat scarf down a plate of freshly made chocolate croissants. “You’ve eaten enough in the last 4 months to pay for my college and yet I haven’t even charged you,”

Chat grins, half-chewed food threatening to spill out. Marinette feigns to throw-up in response and the former rolls his eyes.

“You don’t make me pay because I save Paris almost daily,” He says smugly. She laughs at him, a mischevious glint in her eyes as she nods. “Why are you doing that?”

“Doing what, kitty?” She smirks, leaning forward teasingly.

“You have this weird look in your eyes- it's like smug, but worse,” He huffs, eyes facing another direction. Their faces are nearly a foot apart but it’s all filled with tension, so anywhere is good to look as long as it isn’t her. Not that she’s bad to look at because Marinette was 100% a sight for sore eyes-- not that he liked her like that but--

She retreats to where she was, laughing, her eyes twinkling with the moonlight. Chat had not formally noticed how beautiful she really was before, but something about this moment made him realize.

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“Good morning, Adrien!” Marinette says as she meets him on the front steps of the school. He was speaking to Nino, Max and Kim, and another boy, probably one of his fencing friends. The moment she spoke though, his head turned to meet her eyes. He waves bye to the boys and walks towards her.

“Hello, Mari. How are you today?”

“I am good, a bit tired though,” Adrien internally smirks at her response.

“And why is that?” She blushes.

“I-I was t-talking to a f-friend… Yeah,” Marinette mutters shyly.

“What a coincidence. I was speaking with a friend last night too,” He was fully aware of the risk he took while saying that. He knew that Marinette wasn’t stupid and that she knew how to piece things together --she’s one of the smartest kids in their class-- and that if he kept on leaving hints like these, that there is a high chance of his secret identity no longer being that much of a secret but in his defense, it was fun. Fun to see the short-lasting confusion on her face, brows furrowed and head tilted like a puppy. Maybe, not just “fun” either. Maybe he found her cute. Just a little bit.

Marinette furrows her brows, as he expected, but it’s shortlived and she quickly goes back to normal.

“Oh, who? She asks. Adrien hadn’t expected that.

“O-oh... no one?” Marinette laughs at his response. “And what about you, Mari?”

“...No one,”

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Marinette prances around her room, seemingly hitting every corner as the lyrics to “She Looks So Perfect” by 5 Seconds of Summer blasts through the speakers of her phone. The sound was freeing, even more so due to the fact that it was a Saturday morning and she had 2 cups of coffee prior.

Tikki watched from behind a box in amusement as Marinette fumbled all over, snacking on apple slices. She had been cheering but stopped as she noticed a pair of green eyes and cat ears enter the room quietly from above. He stared at Marinette endearingly and would’ve for hours if not the bluenette slipping on her rug and nearly face-planting. He jumps over to where she is and catches her just as she’s about to reach the ground.

“Woah there, Princess!” He grins. Marinette grumbles something about letting her go but he laughs. “Falling for me, are you?”

“Shut up!” She yells, blushing as she pushes him away. She walks to the other side of her room and starts to open the latch leading to the rest of her house. “I’m getting some snacks, you can make fun of me later,”

Chat Noir nods cutely and goes to sit on her chaise, glancing around the room, something he hadn’t really have time to every other time he was in there. He does however recall seeing posters of him --well Adrien-- in front of her desk. They weren’t there, save for a few and in their place were pictures of all her friends and a couple of her designs. He couldn’t help but wonder what made her take them down.

A loud crash interupts his thoughts though and he worriedly rushes down the ladder to find Marinette on the ground. He chuckles at her annoyed expression.

“Stop laughing!” Marinette whines, staying placid on the floor where she had previously fallen, in the process, crushing a boxful of colorful macarons.

“I’m not laughing at you, per se,” Chat Noir says, clearly attempting to bite back a small smile as Marinette picks herself up from the ground and dusts macaron crumbs off her shoulder. Keyword, attempting. “I’m laughing with you,”

“I’m not even laughing!” She pouts angrily. Chat gives into humor and starts laughing loudly, wheezes coming out every once in a while as he falls to the floor.

“Stupid cat…”

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At this point, Adrien knows what he’s done to himself.

He had orginally started to hang out with Marinette to become closer, to get her to like him so they could be friends, or even anything close to that but he’s gotten way past that point and he can’t do much but awknowledge that he has feelings for her. Or a specific feeling : love.

The word still felt strange in his mouth, especially discussing Marinette but it’s started to feel more and more like how he felt towards his lady. Was it even possible to like more than one person at once? Who knows, because he doesn’t.

He would ask his father for advice but god knows he wouldn’t get anything but a closed door to his face. Nino probably wouldn’t be that much of help either, and he’d also likely tell Alya leading to a very awkward conversation. But then, talking to Ladybug about his relationship problems when he still has a crush on her would be strange, so he’s forced by his own mind to just sit and wait.

Wait for what? He doesn’t know.

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“Marinette, can I ask for your advice on something?” Chat Noir asks quiety. His eyes were staring off into the distance and Marinette was concerned from when he first landed on her balcony that evening but she had chosen not to confront him. She hums in confirmation, leaning closer to him to show support. Her head was against his shoulder.

If they had turned their faces towards each other, there was no chance either of them could resist the temptation to mush their faces.

“Who would you choose if it was between the person you’ve liked for years and the new person you like but just as intensely?” He spoke quietly and quickly, and if it weren’t for their proximity she might not have even heard but she did.

“Well that’s a hard choice to make, I don’t think I would ever be able to….” She says trailing off.

“That’s one of the million things we have in common,” Chat mutters sarcastically. Marinette giggles. He smiles at the sound.

“I suppose so… Who are the lucky ladies who have your heart, kitty?” She asks, eyes curious. He hesitates. She notices that he’s hesitating and rushes to speak. “You don’t have to say if you don’t want--”

“No. I want to tell you,” He decides. “The first girl, the one I’ve loved for longer is Ladybug. That was probably obvious but still…”

He trails off, wondering if he should really go through with it. If he were to confess now, even though he knew Marinette wouldn’t make him feel bad, he also knew that he would fall deeper in her for it. He looks at her to track her expression and she looks weirdly giddy with a blush on her face.

“The second one, the more recent one is….” She nods him on eagerly. He takes a deep breath and looks her in the eyes with a small smile. It wasn’t a smirk or a suggestive grin, it was a genuine smile, one filled with love and affection. “... You. It’s you, Marinette. I don’t know when or how it started but my feelings for you have been growing and piling atop each other and this is my breaking point because I really don’t think I could have hidden it for much longer.”

He had said it all in one breath, eyes closing as soon as he started rambling to avoid both embarrassment and tears. He doesn’t even want to try opening them, so he awkwardly brings his hands to cover them. He hears Marinette giggle again and he doubts everything for a second, considering just running away and never showing his face again but the warm and gentle touch of her fingers as they move his own from his face is something he never wants to not feel.

“Open your eyes, kitty,” She says. So, against all his better judgement and internal monologuing, he does. And boy is he glad.

Marinette’s eyes are lit up beautifully, all of her features glowing with the moon, not that she needed it. The sun could explode and Marinette’s smile would be able to keep the world warm for the rest of time. She looks at him like they’re the only ones on earth and he’s nothing less than mesmerized.

“I love you,” He blurts out. At first he’s embarrassed but she smiles wider and her nose crinkles with it. He wants to see it again. He says it again. “I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you!”

He starts shouting, twirling around gracefully on the railing and Marinette watches endearingly as her kitty proclaims his feelings proudly.

“I love you too,” She says, finally. He stops, leg mid-air and jumps down to her side.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course I do!” She seems offended by his tone but it’s nothing too serious and they both lean into a hug, hands draped around each other while the only things closer to them were their clothes.. “I actually don’t remember a point where I didn’t…”

He blushes and pulls away slightly, words nearly getting caught up in his throat as he meets her eyes for the millionth time.

“Can I kiss you, princess?”

“Thank you for asking, but next time, know you don’t have to,” She says with a smug expression before pulling his face closer and closer until their lips meet.

#marichat au #adrienette au #marichat #adrienette #miraculous #plz read i love this #posted on ao3

[babiesdreams]

Mirrors

This is a part 1 from a serie, I hope you all like it and my intention is to keep introducing members in the story, so please leave feedback about who else do you want to see in here.

Characters: fem! reader, Doyoung, Jaehyun, Taeyong.

Warnings: It gets a little angst at some point but it isn´t too heavy.

Word count: 4000

“Doyoung, an nct former member, is taking a hiatus from his career as he's dealing with anxiety. Nctzens must really support him during this time as he really needs support” The Tv was loudly announcing the gossip news. 

“So another idol” you thought. Definitely being an idol must be hard and everything, dealing with all the sasaengs, the media, the pressure. You understood their feelings but there must be something else. It's not like you know a lot about these boys, but you know they are famous, cool and a good support for their fans, so they might be good people.

Your mind wanders at the different outcomes of your plan. You never tried this before, not with a famous person, not with an idol you didn't even know. But maybe he needed it so… Why not?

You searched for information, multiple photos until you memorized his face, his name, age, you even listened to some of their songs. You got everything ready and looked up for the hour in Seoul, it was 4 AM there. Perfect for your plan. You looked at your phone, to see what hour was in your town. 5 PM, you managed to see. 

Okay so, not too bad, you weren't really sleepy but you could get to it. You laid on your bed, put on some music with your headphones and closed your eyes. You pictured the boy´s face right in front of you, searching for him. Eventually, you found him and went his way inside your dark mind. You were unsure if it worked as you never tried with an unknown person before, but you trusted your abilities and just hoped for the best.

“Kim Doyoung” you called him in the empty dark space you were in at the moment. You couldn't hear or see anything for a while, until you heard footsteps coming your way. 

“Who are you?” The boy said from the distance, completely inserted in the dark.

It started getting really cold there, you felt as cold as if it was snowing, or you were inserted in an iced lake of some sort. 

“I´m here to help you. Are you Kim Doyoung?” You screamed as if attempting to make him hear you from the distance. 

“Who are you?” He said getting closer to you, until you could finally recognize his face. 

“I´m Y/N, I came here so I could help you” you said getting closer to greet him. 

“Where is this place?” He said, confused looking around.

“Well I don´t know, you tell me, It's your dream” You said smiling at him.

“My dream?” He said even more confused.

“Yes, I came here to help you with your problems, I'm a dream traveler. I have the natural ability to get myself into others’ dreams and also control them. Cool right?” You explained, feeling proud of your abilities all of a sudden.

“That doesn't make sense” He said shaking his head.

“Yeah, maybe it doesn't. Shall we go somewhere else? “You said, picturing a beautiful empty beach at night, and as you pictured it, it appeared “Do you like this or…?” You said now looking at Doyoung´s shocking expression.

“Wait, How did you do that?” He said, curiously looking around as he walked through the beach, feeling the sand under his feet as he walked “This feels very real” He said, now grabbing a handful of sand letting it out of his fist slowly.

“That’s how dreams feel dummy” You say as if it were obvious. You started walking through the dark beach, hypnotized by the moonlight. It somehow had the same feeling as the previous empty black space you woke up in.

You turn to look at Doyoung, the boy is looking confused as he tries to understand and process everything.

And then, everything changes, both of you are in a nice cozy house, in the middle of the living room, with comfortable clothes that could perfectly be a pajama. You look around, the walls are a nice shade of light pink, making this room contrast the two previous scenarios you both went through. There's a big beige sofa resting on the wall, in front of it a cute coffee table full of small decorations and some plants. Further away, you can see a dining table, all set, with a cute centerpiece and five chairs matching the wood of the table.

You look at Doyoung again as he sits on the big sofa and you do the same, a couple of meters away, giving him space. You now imagine, he created this scenario, probably thinking of some old house, or maybe his actual living room. You get lost in his eyes as he starts talking about something that you don't even get to hear.

“So what is it?” He says, bringing you back to reality. You blink twice as you try to focus on his question. “Sorry, I didn't get that” You say looking down, ashamed of your behaviour. But, could you really blame yourself, I mean, you’ve seen a lot of handsome boys before, but he was different for sure. Maybe it was his perfectly parted dark hair, maybe his dark eyes, looking right through you, or maybe it was his personality that had you going this way. 

He sighed, as he had to repeat everything he just said. “Who do you work for?” He summarized. “Um..” You looked away. Your mind was working really hard, nobody ever asked you this. Should you pretend you are some kind of strange creature so that he doesn't look for you? Should you just tell the truth? What even was the truth?. You were confused as to what to say or do, but he thought you were just trying to hide something. “You can't tell me right? Maybe they're watching us” You just nodded, following his crazy theory, hoping for the best.

“So you definitely are not human, I mean no human can do this. Or maybe you are just a product of my imagination” He says to himself as he tries to understand everything. “I’m real, I mean, I have control of my own actions and words” You say trying to help him clear his confusion, but your words sound like a challenge to him. He focuses hard and you can actually tell he's trying to control your actions, but he just gives up after a while.

You sigh, cause nothing is going as planned. “Doyoung, we can talk about your problems, I'm here for that reason. And trust me, no one is watching us.” You say trying to clear things up a little bit. But Doyoung just looks at you, waiting for answers, answers that you are not willing to give.

After a long couple of minutes of your eyes meeting and exploring the other’s, the scenario starts changing again, and you both appear in a black room, full of mirrors pointing at all directions, making it hard to know the limits of the space. You can hear Doyoung´s footsteps in the distance, but you can't get to reach him with your eyes, as the confusing view makes your mind blurry. 

You start getting anxious, feeling completely useless and judged as you see your reflection everywhere you look. All the mirrors turn slowly, pointing at your direction. Tears start forming on your eyes, and you are not able to stop them from falling down your cheeks. But then something clicks on your mind, making you realize how you could change the scenarion in your advantage, yrt you weren’t exactly stong at the moment. You concentrate as best as you can, trying to avoid the anxious thought going around your mind. You let out a  loud scream breaking all the mirrors around you. The broken glass pieces reveal Doyoung´s figure standing right in front of you.

You now allow yourself to be weak, and vulnerable, falling on your knees while you let your tears drip down endlessly, not even bothered to make them stop. You notice the boy’s gaze fixed on you, and you can tell he feels guilty of your state. But probably, he didn't even intend to do this, as this was just a part of his mind.

You get up slowly, getting yourself together. Doyoung’s voice sounds distant, as your mind is not fully able to keep going. “I’m sorry, I always, fuck things up like this” You notice by the sound of his words how he’s also crying, getting to the place you’ve been looking for since the beggining. 

However, before you can bring yourself up to say something, you see a light coming out of the end of the space you both were in, and you just knew. He’s waking up. You imagine an empty white door frame, making it appear in the distance. The door frame and its content, are a light source to the room, making the near zones glow up around it. 

“I really have to go” You say running towards the door frame. Yet, when your feet are almost crossing the clowing exit, It vanishes. You turn yourself looking at Doyoung’s expression as you hear his low voice again “Don’t go”

“I will come back, Doyoung, I promise, I just… I have to go now” You picture a  new door frame right next to you, allowing your hands to get through it, finally.

You wake up breathing heavily, feeling cold sweat falling from your forehead and you try your best to calm down. That dream was intense, and that boy was definitely intense. You calm down slowly, trying to figure out the meaning the room full of mirrors. “Maybe he's judgemental”  You think to yourself. And just like that, you spend the rest of the night looking for answers so that you could help him once you come back.

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Doyoung wakes up as an intense light comes into his room. Normally he's a morning person but not today for sure. He wakes up angrily as he couldn’t discover much about you and got a bitter aftertaste of his dream experience. “There's no way she's real” He thinks to himself while his body comes out of the bed slowly. His mind is still trapped within his dreams, not wanting to let go of the memory of your presence. 

“She's way too perfect” He thinks now under the hot feeling of the water running through his body as he takes a shower. 

The hours keep passing by and he can't stop his mind from playing the moments he experienced while dreaming last night. He desperately wanted you to come back, he wanted to see you again, touch you again, just feel you around him. He wasn't in his right mind and anyone could notice that. He was continuously spacing out, not listening, walking around, laying down doing pretty much nothing… So it was no surprise when Taeyong sat down with him to check out what was wrong.

“Are you feeling worse Doyoung? We can call a therapist if you need to” He says in a calmed tone looking at Doyoung with sweet eyes. “I´m okay, I just need to rest” He says without looking at him. “Doyoung” Taeyong says in a far more serious tone now, forcing Doyoung´s eyes to rest on him. “I know it can get hard sometimes, but you can talk to me about whatever you need. I won't judge you in any way okay?” The sound of his words create a relaxing atmosphere in the room, making Doyoung feel a bit guilty about his behaviour. “I will talk to you when I figure this out, hyung, I promise” He just says smiling at the boy, wanting desperately to make him feel less worried. Taeyong just smiles and nods, patting Doyoung´s head before leaving the room.

It was for sure, one of the things that haunted Doyoung, how worried Taeyong would get about his health. Of course, he understood that it was concerning to see a friend like that, but he didn't want to hurt any of his friends with his own problems. He was afraid he would hurt them as well, or even worse, be judged by them. He kept thinking about the mirrors, how he saw his own reflexion on them, how he fought back the anxiety growing inside of him. How you were completely destroyed, crying out loud on the floor, surrounded by tiny broken mirror pieces, how you stepped on them and didn't even realize the pain. “She's never coming back” A thought passed through his mind, invading his whole body. 

Why would you come back? So that he would hurt you again? Why were you there in the first place? Maybe just work, probably forced by some boss or something. There's no way you would actually care for him, you didn't even know him. Or maybe you did know him. Maybe you were a fan. Was that the reason you were acting like that to him? Were you there just to fulfill one of your fantasies? And how even did you get inside his own dreams? How did you control his subconscious mind? Why couldn´t he control your actions? He really tried hard to. 

There were far too many questions and yet no easy answers. He laid down on his bed, defeated. His mind had been working hard all day long, and yet he didn't even know what was happening. At least, this was distracting himself of his normal, self-destructive thoughts. Maybe it really was a mechanism his own mind made up for him to calm down and forget about his intrusive thoughts.

While he let his mind wander around different thoughts, he started falling asleep on top of his bed, unable to control it.

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It could be. It was not that he judged others, but his mind judging himself. It was written in the way the mirrors pointed at him from the beginning. It was your own mind that turned them to look at you. But, What was he judging about himself? He's pretty much perfect. It really doesn't make sense to you.

You lift your head, realizing it's already afternoon. You think to yourself you still got some time to figure things out. But then you realize, he's in Seoul. They don't have the same schedule and you are, pretty much fucked up. You look at the clock on your phone, It’s 4 pm, one hour earlier than yesterday. You got it. You can definitely do it again. Right? Well you hope so, you promised it. He's probably waiting for you. “Fuck” You say to yourself.

You lay down on bed as fast as you can, play some music, the same way you did the day before, and try relaxing. You start picturing Doyoung´s perfect features in front of you, you even imagine his scent, or at least the one you got to smell on his dream. And you start falling asleep, traveling through your mind, looking for the boy´s dream. It's not as easy as the first time, but you get to it in the end. It's so different compared to yesterday's scenarios. 

You find yourself in a cozy little apartment, clean, well decorated, caressing you with a warm welcoming feeling. After looking around, noticing the white walls, the huge kitchen to your left, the parquet floor, the nice painting hanging on the walls, the huge cozy sofa in the middle of the living room, the distant bedroom, the nice little plants placed everywhere; you notice him, waiting, sat down on the couch, with his arms laying on his knees and his hands covering his face.

“Doyoung?” you say, still in your position, too afraid of getting closer to him.

The boy lifts his head, surprised by your voice, looking at you as if he didn't quite believe his eyes. After a whole minute processing the information, he looks away, pretending not to care, a little too late for you to believe it.

“You did come back” He says pressing his back against the couch.

“Sorry about being late, the time zones are really something” You say scratching the back of your head.

“So you are not living in Korea?” He asks tapping the couch in a signal for you to sit next to him.

“Obviously not” You say as you start walking towards the couch, sitting right next to his body and placing your gaze on him.

He chuckles lightly at your expression, just like he could read your mind.

“I'm not mad” He clears out, letting you breathe better and relax for a moment “I am actually sorry, about yesterday, I didn't mean to-”

“It was your subconscious, it's not your fault” you interrupt him, knowing what he was about to say “I´ve been thinking… Is that the way you usually think about yourself?” You ask, even though you are really scared of his reaction.

“Um I guess so” He simply says not really thinking about it, as something else was trapped in his mind. “Can you go into everyone's dreams?” He asks curiously.

You simply nod, not really sure about how true that statement really is. “It's been like that so far” would be a more accurate statement, but you just shut up. There's something about Doyoung that makes you feel like every word you say could break him, just like you did with the mirrors.

“Can you do it then? So that I can trust you” He says looking right into your eyes. You tilt your head, trying to understand just what he was talking about. “I´m famous, that's how you know me right?” You nod, still confused. “So you know all the members right?” You start trying to remember the names you memorized before the first dream, but you don't get to remember any of the 23 names. You curse at yourself how could you have such a bad memory? You shake your head at the boy admitting your lack of memorization abilities.

He sighs, not knowing what to do. “Okay, Jaehyun, he's one of the most popular members nowadays. You must know him” You try your best to remember, sure you have heard his name before, but you couldn't really picture him. Suddenly Doyoung grabs something from his pants’ pocket, showing it to you. It was a photo of the said boy, looking really perfect, which makes you wonder “Are all of them perfect looking?” 

“You can go into his dreams, right?” You nod, unsure. “I think so. Jung Jaehyun right?” You say, now remembering some of the information you looked up. “Yes” he says, looking far more interested now. “I have to go in order to do that” You clear up, knowing very well he feared not meeting you again.

“It's fine, Just make sure to let him know he has to tell me about you, okay?” He says hugging you so suddenly that it shocks you. “Good luck” He says before placing a kiss on your forehead. You nod, still shocked by the situation. You make a door frame just like yesterday, so that you can exit. You walk slowly towards it, stopping right before entering. You turn around to look at the boy, who’s now waving at you. You wave your hand back and cross the door frame, exiting the dream as you do.

You wake up on your bed, still confused by the situation. You search for some Jaehyun pictures so that you can imagine him, the same way you do with Doyoung. After a couple of minutes you are ready to insert yourself inside the boy's dream. 

This time is way faster, making you think that maybe you are getting better at controlling your abilities. 

Without thinking much, you look around, noticing you are in some sort of castle.  It looks like a special event, a ball of some sort, everyone around you is dressed like the renaissance french movies you saw from time to time. You look down at your own dress, looking really puffy and heavy and it is, indeed, heavy. You also feel your waist pressured by a corset. 

You look up, noticing a big figure in front of your eyes. “I have been waiting for you, princess” Jaehyun says as you look right into his eyes. “I- I have been looking for you” You say confused at the situation.

Jaehyun chuckles lightly, showing his dimples, and you find yourself falling into his charm. “Shall we?” He says offering you a hand letting you know he wants to dance. You notice, just now, his clothes are price-like, really making him look like an ethereal prince. 

“Sure” You just say, mesmerized by the view. You don't really know how to dance, not to this kind of music. But his hands guide you through the movements and you don't really think about it. The song keeps playing in the background and you smile at the cute moment you both are sharing. 

Just when the song comes to an end, Jaehyun’s body stops abruptly forcing you to follow. He cups your cheeks inside his palms and presses a soft kiss on your lips.

You gasp, making him pull off. “Are you okay?” He asks with a worried expression. “Y-Yes, I just, um…” You can't bring yourself to speak your mind and you just try to look away. It's now that your mind clears out and you remember. “You have to talk with Doyoung, you know him right?” The boy just nods, confused at the sudden hit of reality on his dream. “Talk to him about me. I have to go now” You say realizing a shiny light coming inside the room. 

“Will you come back?” Jaehyun says, raising his arm in your direction. “Sure” You say running towards the frame you just created as fast as you possibly can. You end up succeeding, exiting the weird dream fastly.

You wake up on your bed, confused and feeling really weird. You touch your lips with your fingertips, remembering the feeling of Jaehyun’s lips on yours. That's the weird thing about dreams, they are impossible in real life, but they feel just too real.

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Doyoung wakes up, after a while, thinking about how much time you need to succeed at your mission. He's getting anxious, impatient. He just wants to know if this shit is real, he wants to know more about you. What was it on you that made him feel this way? He barely knew you.

He couldn't wait any longer sitting there, like an idiot, he had to find answers. So he got dressed up and walked his way to the boy’s dorm, looking for him anxiously. He finally entered the bedroom, looking at the half-waken boy.

“Hey, Jaehyun, did you sleep well?” Doyoung says sitting on the limit of Jaehyun’s bed. “Um, yeah, I had a pretty weird dream, I was gonna tell you about it” the boy says, in a sleepy tone. “Really?” Doyoung asks intrigued. 

“Yes, so okay, I was in this giant palace, and I was the prince, waiting for the princess, and she arrived, a little bit late. But the way she looked, it was enough to forgive her for being late, to even forget she was late. And then I asked her to dance with me, and the way our bodies moved with the music, was just magical” He started explaining, completely immersed in the story.

“You both danced, cool” Doyoung says in a totally uncool tone. “Yes, and when the song finished, I grabbed her face and kissed her. I´m not lying dude, It was the best kiss I ever had in my life, even if it wasn't real” The boy was looking at the ceiling, replaying the dream on his head. “Oh, you guys kissed” Doyoung says, clenching his jaw, in a jealous expression. 

“Yes, but she was shocked, I guess she didn't really expect that. And then she asked me if I knew you, which was weird. And she told me to tell you about the dream, that's why I’m, you know, telling you” He says, finally looking at Doyoung’s angry expression. “How did she look like?” Doyoung asks, angry, pissed off, about to explode. “Dude, like a fucking angel, I´m not even kidding” Jaehyun just says making Doyoung get up from the bed and leave the room slaming the door angrily. 

She is just playing with me or what? he thinks to himself before stopping abruptly. “What am I even thinking about? I don't even know her, I can't react like this” He keeps repeating this like a mantra all day long, trying to convince himself of those words.

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Summer Mornings (Charlie Weasley NSFW smut)

Character: Charlie Weasley x Plus Size!Female!Reader

Plot: You’re a friend of Fred and George and spend summers with the Weasleys’. One summer, you and Charlie grow close and something blooms on those summer mornings.

Warnings: Sex, Rating Mature, smut, swearing

Note: may make a part 2, depending on whether people want that or not!

You smiled as you picked up the envelope, knowing that messy handwriting that had your name scrawled on the front of it. Eagerly, you ripped it open, desperate to drink in the words of the letter. It was from Charlie, Charlie Weasley. Yes, you would admit that when you first received a letter from him last September it was a little odd, especially considering you were a friend of Fred and George’s and not necessarily Charlie’s. Now, though, you were always awaiting his next letter, hungry for the stories he would tell and the pictures he’d paint.

Something had changed last summer. Something that shifted in the dynamic of yours and Charlie’s relationship. You’d known Charlie for years since you were a friend of Fred and George. You were a year older than the twins and every summer they invited you to the Burrow to spend the holiday with them and their family. You loved the Weasley family, all of them were lovely, even Percy - once Percy had a shot of firewhiskey in him he became much friendlier. So, yes, you’d known Charlie for years but it wasn’t until one summer that everything changed. You began to notice him more; how charming he was, how happy his laughter was, the one tuft of hair that would never go down and would instead point in any direction it fancied. His good looks you were already aware of but him in general, you’d always sort of looked past until one summer.

Things changed when he asked you to go for a walk early one morning with him. You accepted. The conversation was mainly small talk, chatting about the weather, the next few weeks of summer, what you were planning to do career wise until you started to ask him about his job. He had given you a general answer when you grabbed his arm and practically begged him to tell you stories of it.

“It’s a world entirely different to the one I’m used to, Charlie,” you said to him as you pulled him to sit on the warm grass under a large tree with you, “Just one story.”

He had smiled at you, some unknown expression across his face, “Okay... What would you like to know?”

You’d spent hours out there with him that day. One story turned into ten and you were captivated by his adventures. He didn’t do all of the talking though, he asked about you, what you enjoyed doing, what your passions were and what you wanted to do next. He encouraged you towards your goals, encouraged you to believe that you could do anything that you set your mind to. It was only when you heard Mrs Weasley screeching loudly that ‘LUNCH IS READY!’ that you both realised the time.

“It’s lunch time already?” You asked, amazed.

Charlie smiled fondly at you, “Time flies, eh?”

He helped you up, holding out his hand for you to take to help yourself up with. As he let go of your hand, you realised you missed the warmth of it. You walked in silence for a couple of minutes, both content, when he stopped you, “That was... Talking to you was... It was lovely.” He was unsure of the words to say, he didn’t want to overstep a line but something changed in him that day. He began to really see you, you weren’t just his brothers friend, you were his friend now too.

Every morning, the routine became the same; you and Charlie would go for a walk, sit under the same tree, looking out the rolling hills, and talk for hours. You would make a small picnic for the two of you complete with tea, sandwiches and a biscuit. Mrs Weasley gave you a smile every morning as you prepared it, it always seemed like a sneaky smile but you know now that it was more of a knowing smile. You would sit with Charlie in the sun and even if it was raining Charlie would cast a protection bubble around the two of you so that you could still enjoy the privacy outdoors together.

Charlie fast became one of your closest friends, he had a way of just making you feel so comfortable and safe when talking to him. You could tell him anything and he wouldn’t judge you or make you feel silly. He was one of your closest friends but... that wasn’t all. You hadn’t realised until Ginny teased you one afternoon saying, “Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with my brother.” You’d laughed it off but you began to realise what you truly felt for the older Weasley boy.

Whatever you felt for him though, nothing could happen. Charlie was leaving tomorrow early morning... Summer was over and he was leaving soon. It hurt you, truly and deeply. He would be going back to Romania. You had realised how you felt for him too late.

Charlie had suggested that you go for an evening walk instead since he would be leaving before you’d have the chance to go for your usual morning walk. Charlie prepared the picnic basket this time. Every time you tried to walk into the kitchen, Molly would usher you out and continue talking in hushed whispers with Charlie... something was going on.

You walked in silence with Charlie to your spot under the tree when Charlie stopped you from sitting. He pulled a blanket out of the basket and with a smile, he laid it out for you, “I thought since this is the last time we do this until next summer, I’d make it special.”

You frowned at him, “Why do I feel like you’re plotting something?”

Charlie grinned at you, “You see right through me.”

You sat on the blanket and Charlie started pulling out dinner for tonight. Turns out he’d gotten your favourite food from the cafe in town, thank god for ever warm charms that keep food warm, “Charlie, wow,” you breathed out, it touched you that he’d went to the effort of getting your favourite things. But that wasn’t all, he pulled out all types of desserts that he knew you loved and to top it all off, he flicked his wand and little balls of lights danced in the air.

“It’s...” You looked at him with tears in your eyes, “Oh, Charlie, it’s beautiful.”

His smile was wide but his eyes were sad, “I wanted our last night to be special... but let’s not dwell on that just now, tuck in.”

It will remain one of your memories that night with Charlie. Dinner was lovely and conversation flowed but afterwards, the atmosphere changed and the relationship shifted. You both took a lead of faith.

You and Charlie had been laying on the blanket, stargazing, when he rolled onto his side to look at you, “What?” You asked with a nervous laugh, “You make me nervous when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like that,” you rolled your eyes, “Stop it,” you swatted at him with your hand but he caught your wrist easily.

“No.” It took you by surprise, the change in his tone and expression. He wasn’t laughing or joking around. He was serious, “These last few weeks with you have been some of the best. I’ve loved getting to know you, getting to talk with you is the highlight of my day and I hope you know how much I’ll miss that... how much I’ll miss you.” There was a secret confession in his words that you only figured out when you looked into his eyes. Your breathing hitched in your throat slightly as he began to lean forwards, “Can I... Can I kiss you?”

You nodded as your eyes fluttered shut and he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You’d imagined this moment for weeks, you’d imagined kissing him and feeling his skin against yours... the real thing was much better than imagination. But soon the soft, gentle kiss began to get hungrier and hungrier until your hands were tangled in his hair and his hands were on your hips.

He pulled away, panting, pressing his forehead against yours, “Is this... Do you want...” Me. 

You nodded quickly, “I want you, I want this.”

Charlie kissed you again, hard and fast. He rolled over you as your hands tugged at his shirt. He broke the kiss to sit up and pull his shirt off. You bit your lip as you looked at him; muscled body littered with silver scars and a dragon tattoo that curled over his shoulder, sleeping soundly. Your eyes trailed up to his face, he smirked at you before you sat up and allowed him to pull your t-shirt off exposing your flesh to him. You were nervous of him seeing all of you, seeing every angle of you, every lump and roll and but the way he looked at you made those worries fade. He looked at you with such adoration in his eyes, in fact, he had always looked at you like that but you were only just realising.

He puffed out a breath of ‘fuck’. He drank you in, appreciating every curve, every freckle, every blemish on your body, “You’re perfect.” Charlie kissed you again, leaning you back to lie down before his lips began to trail to your neck, kissing and sucking, making sure he left his mark on your soft skin. This was the last time you’d see him in almost a year, you had to make sure you savoured every moment, every breath.

As Charlie’s easily unhooked your bra and tossed it aside in a fluid motion, you could feel butterflies in your stomach as he exposed your bare flesh to him. All he had to do was look at you and feel your soft skin and his excitement grew. His tongue circled your nipple as he pinched the other gently. You gasped under him, arching your back as pleasure filled you. Charlie had a way of making you feel like no other. He was attentive and paid special attention to your body, testing the waters, figuring out what you liked. He smirked against your breast as you moaned softly. Your moans drove him wild, oh how desperately he needed you in this moment.

“P-Please,” you whimpered, “I-I need you.” You could feel how wet you were already without so much as touching yourself, you could feel your excitement pooling between your legs just waiting for him.

Charlie grinned, as he stood as kicked his jeans off revealing himself to you, practically making you beg for him. He knelt in front of you, slowly pulling your jeans off. He was torturing you, enjoying seeing you so needy and desperate for him. Of course he was desperate to have you, to feel you but he wanted to savour these touches. His hands ran over your legs, groaning as he touched you, “You drive me crazy,” he whispered as he stared hungrily at you, “I need you.”

“Have me,” you whispered, breathing getting caught in your throat every time he touched you, “I’m all yours.”

“I want to taste you first, kiss you all over.” He kissed over your stomach, loving the feeling of your soft curves under his lips and fingertips. Instinctively, you’d tried to hide your stomach, scared he might not find your stomach rolls or the fat on your belly attractive but Charlie moved your hands out of the way, intertwining your fingers, “Perfection,” he whispered, kissing your stomach once more before going lower and pressing soft kisses to your thighs.

You’d never had anyone touch you the way he did, you’d never had anyone spend so much time wanting to just touch you and feel you... You’d never had anyone want to please you as much as Charlie did. It made your stomach flip but not from nerves, it was something else. It was a level of intimacy that you’d never experienced and you knew that it wouldn’t just be a one time thing. No, it was too intimate for a one night stand. Charlie’s actions hadn’t been with the intention of a one night stand, no, he wanted this... he wanted you. The thought excited you. It felt nice to have someone want you; it felt nice to have Charlie  want you. Charlie was a handsome man, he got a lot of attention. He was muscled and chiselled to perfection. He was that perfect mixture of rugged and rough around the edges. But he wasn’t rough, in fact, he was one of the kindest, most respectful people you’d met. No wonder he got attention.

You were honestly a little shocked that he would want you like this. You weren’t used to attention like this, from people like Charlie. You didn’t deem yourself worthy of someone’s attention or love like this; you didn’t deem yourself worthy of Charlie’s attention or love. You’d always hidden away, insecure of your looks and your body. You weren’t stick thin, you had lumps and bumps and rolls of stomach fat and wobbly thighs and a jiggly tummy. It made you nervous for him to see you in your entirety but Charlie didn’t care. He loved the way you looked. He loved the softness of your skin, the warmth of your thighs; he loved it.

Your eyes snapped open as your hips involuntarily jerked against his face as his tongue flicked against your clit. You let out a loud moan as your head fell back and your eyes fluttered shut. Charlie knew exactly how to feel good, he was a fast learner. He quickly found out how sensitive you were and relished the feeling of making you squirm and grind against his tongue. Your hands clutched his as you moaned, “I need you,” you panted, “Please.”

But he wasn’t finished. He wanted to make you cum, wanted to hear those sweet noises tumble out of your mouth as you climaxed. Charlie got off on pleasuring you, making you feel as good as he could possibly make you feel. He sucked at your clit as your moans grew louder and louder, you were close and he knew it. It only took a few seconds before your thighs were firmly pressing against the side of his head, rocking your hips against his mouth. Your moans grew louder as you came becoming a gasping and mewling mess beneath him.

Your thighs let go of the clamp like grip you had on him, he swirled your clit once more with his tongue making you jerk and gasp before pulling away, “You’re just...” he shook his head as he crawled over you, giving your stomach lazy kisses, “divine.” You stared up at him, flushed and breathless.

He kissed you again as you felt his erect cock against you, you could taste yourself on his lips. Charlie pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours, “Are you sure?” He whispered.

You pulled him closer, “I need you, Charlie.” He whispered the protection charm, ensuring you’d both be protected, before he lined himself up at your vagina and pushed in slowly. He groaned into the nook of your neck as he felt your warmth wrap around his member.

He felt damn good. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms wrapped around his muscular frame. Soft gasps came from your mouth as you rocked against him, finding your rhythm quickly. You felt truly alive in that moment, every nerve ending was alight as he touched you, grabbing at your soft skin. He whispered in your ear how good you felt, how good you looked, how perfect you were. It only made you moan more. Knowing he wanted you, knowing he wanted you like this turned you on immensely.

It was just you and Charlie bathed in the moonlight, embracing each other. No one else mattered, nothing mattered except the two of you.

He thrust into you, filling you to the hilt with absolute pleasure. You loved his moans and reactions of him shuddering under your touch. He was under your spell as much as you were under his. He kissed your skin, moaning against you. All you could think about was Charlie, how his muscular arms felt under your palms, the slight raised bumps of scars that littered his arms, the way he smelled - citrus and pine - and the way he moaned for you. You rocked your hips against his as you threw your head back, “Fuck!”

Your senses and your body were on overload; overwhelmed with so many emotions and feelings. You were overwhelmed with the pleasure that Charlie could give you, he just felt incredible and he knew exactly how to make you feel good. You moaned loudly, unashamed and no longer self conscious about how loud you were being. You couldn’t help it, he just made you feel something that you’d never felt before. Your body tingled, as though magic or fire danced on your skin. Charlie was only more turned on by your moans, “Moan for me, darling,” he purred, watching your face with lust filled eyes, “Cum for me, darling.”

Nails digging into his back, you moaned loudly, “Oh my god, Charlie,” you were panting, barely keeping it together. Charlie grinned before slowly trailing his fingers down to your achingly sensitive clit and began rubbing harsh circles with his thumb. He needed you to feel the best that you possibly could.

Your back arched and he took the opportunity to lean his head to your nipple, biting it gently, “Fuck!” You practically screamed, “I’m going- I’m going to- I’m-”

“Cum for me, darling,” Charlie murmured against your breast, “Cum for me.”

It was mere seconds and then you were unravelling beneath him, gripping his biceps tightly, moaning his name loudly. Your orgasm seemed to last forever, everything heightened and intense. Charlie rode your orgasm out, squeezing his eyes closed as you tightened around him as you fell into a blissful vortex. As you came down from your high, panting and still reeling, you pulled him to meet your lips, rocking against his hips making him groan.

“Cum for me, Charlie,” you whispered against his lips, “Let go for me.” He dropped his head to your neck again and you began to kiss his neck, leaving slight pink marks there as you rocked your hips, “Cum for me...”

Charlie groaned your name into the crook of your neck, a throaty husky groan, and his thrusts became fast and uneven before he gripped your hips tightly and pushed as deep as he could into you, warmth flooding into you with a loud grunt.

He panted into your neck, sweat coating the two of you, as you caught your breath. He stayed inside of you for another minute or two, not quite ready to have it be over. He let out a long breath and a ‘fucking hell’ before slowly pulling out of your warmth and flopping lazily beside you on the blanket.

Your curled into him, not ready to be apart from him, not caring about the sweat that shone on his torso. As he caught his breath, your fingers traced the silvery scars in the moonlight that you could see before trailing to his dragon tattoo, “Good thing the dragon stayed asleep,” you teased watching the dragon’s slow breaths dance on his skin as it slept.

Charlie laughed slightly, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close, “That was... incredible.”

You nodded, “I’ve never felt that good before.” He grinned, happy that he could make you feel so good and let’s not lie, proud that he was the best you’d ever had.

Silence fell as you just relaxed into the other’s embrace and then you remembered what was going to happen in just a few hours, “I... I don’t want you to leave.” The thought made you tear up.

Charlie lifted your chin with his thumb, “Let’s enjoy the now, love. We’ve still got hours left to enjoy.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “I... I wanted to tell you something and I don’t know if it’s too soon but I can’t deny the way I feel about you... I...” You were looking into his eyes and you knew what he wanted to say, “I...”

“I know,” you whispered, cupping his cheek, “I do, too.” It was Charlie whose eyes filled with tears this time, “Don’t tell me yet... You can’t give me everything I want tonight, instead... tell me when you come back next summer.” He nodded, smiling slightly before you leaned over him to kiss him, “I can’t believe you wanted me too.”

Charlie frowned, “Love... don’t say it like you don’t deserve love and affection. You’re thoughtful and kind and you have such a passion for life and helping people. You deserve happiness and I promise I will make you the happiest.”

You fell asleep that night wrapped under a second blanket under the night skies in Charlie’s arms. When you woke up that next morning, you woke up alone beside a letter and a picnic basket.

Darling,

I’m sorry that I’ve left without waking you or saying goodbye but I felt that last night was our perfect goodbye. It was happy and I couldn’t bare the thought of waking you up out of that happiness to tear it down and leave. Plus, you look adorable when you sleep.

I hope you forgive me for not waking you.

I meant every word that I said last night. I meant every word, every action, every breath and every touch. I have never felt so strongly for another person and I know that I never will again. This has been the most perfect summer... Why? Because it’s the summer that finally brought us together.

I’ve decided I’m going to write to you, I’ll try to write to you every week. I’ll tell you lots of stories and all about my adventures, we’ll keep the tradition going even if we’re not together in person. Please write back to me. Tell me all about your adventures, what you’re doing, what my family are doing. Tell me everything, even if it’s a story of you getting caught in the rain. Tell me everything because then I won’t have missed a thing when I get back and tell you what you already know.

There’s breakfast in the picnic basket, I did sneak a slice of toast, sorry about that, and I’ve put your clothes to the side. Don’t worry, there’s a protection bubble around our tree so that no one will interrupt or see you.

Enjoy the sunlight and think of me, will you? I’ll see you soon.

Yours,

Charlie

You sniffed as you finished the letter and then you read it again and again, not wanting to stop reading his lovely words. You clutched the letter to your chest as you let out a long breath trying desperately not to cry. Oh, how you wished you could just skip ahead to next summer. Wiping at your eyes, you opened the picnic basket to see your favourites piled up complete with a rose on top, “Charlie Weasley,” you smiled, “you incredible, incredible man.”

It would be hard to go almost a year without seeing him but even in the short time that you got to experience a love with Charlie, you’d felt happy and hopeful about the future. You couldn’t wait for that first letter to arrive.

You’d had breakfast, gotten dressed and packed the picnic basket back up before setting off back to the Burrow. It was Fred and George who met you first. They hugged you tightly, knowing that you’d be sad with Charlie leaving, “I just have to say,” Fred started, “out of all of your siblings you chose to fall in love with, I’m glad it was Charlie.”

“Yeah... could you imagine if you’d fancied Percy? Merlin’s beard, I’d have to knock some sense into you.”

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