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serotonins-stuff · 8 months

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Karma play fight scenario was so cute pls give another one-shot of anything w Karma😭

☁︎° . ° 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬| 𝐤. 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐞

(College! AU)

Sypnosis: You finally find the courage to return your crushes feeling after he drives you home from a party.

Warnings : sexual tension (not that bad)

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"Y/n come take shots with us!" Your friend screamed drunkenly, her arm hooked around your shoulder while loud music surrounded you.

The only reason you came to this party in the first place was because it was being hosted by Karmas' roommate Maehara.

Today had to be the day you would confess your feelings to Karma. You were suppressing them for way too long and frankly, you couldn't help it anymore.

Though that would have to be on hold seeing that he didn't give a crap about the party happening downstairs. Not even bothering to step out of his room ever since it started.

"I think I'm gonna puke" your friend gagged next to you. She swayed and clutched onto her stomach tightly, groaning before she gagged once more.

"Let's get you to a bathroom" you panicked, letting her lean on you for support as you searched around the house. The bathrooms downstairs were an automatic no, filled with nothing but people grinding on each other like there was no tomorrow.

Luckily Maehara could see you panicking from afar and told you about the other bathroom upstairs, and you thanked him before heading for it.

Though he failed to mention that, you would come face to face with the person you've been searching for the entire night.

The redhead was seated on a gaming chair, staring intensely at the screen in front of him.

"This room is off limits" he spoke, not bothering to look who was at the door.

You were frozen in place, glancing at the shirtless being before you. His chest looked smooth and his hair slightly wet, a towel wrapped around his neck. He probably just finished showering.

Without warning your friend leaped out of your arms and into the bathroom, stumbling and cursing before closing the door.

An annoyed expression was on Karma's face, and he was almost about to yell at whoever just decided to invite themselves into his bathroom.

That was until he saw you from the corner of his eye and froze. He stared at you in disbelief before a smug smile tugged at his lips.

"Couldn't resist me huh?"

You rolled your eyes "Yeah right Mr. I'm. too cool for parties".

"You think I'm cool?" He inched closer to you, and you looked away. Flustered at his sudden closeness.

"I overheard you tell your friend that you weren't coming, so I didn't see a reason for me to go either. " He stated, eyeing you closely for any reaction.

"Well I changed my mind when you told Okano you'd be here," you said and he walked closer to you, causing you to move back.

His eyes never left yours, even when your back made contact with the door behind you. Shutting it in the process when you gasped at the cold wood against your skin.

"So you came all this way..."His hand reached to the side of your waist and you heard the doorknob click in place. His breath was hot against your ear and you shuddered.

"Just to see me?......"

"Or is there something else you want to say?"

This was your chance, the only opportunity you had to tell him how you felt. You had practiced this many times in advance- yet as soon as you looked into his crimson eyes it felt as if all the words were stolen from you.

"I-" you stumbled on your words. The lack of space in between your chests leaves room for you to hide your rapid heartbeat.

You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes again. This was the same person who flirted with you every day to tease you. The same guy who would hold your hips when maneuvering you around a big crowd. The same eyes that always had some sort of mischievous glow behind them.

It was obvious to everyone that he had a thing for you. The only question was whether you were going to match his energy.

" Karma I like y-"

"I think I'm ready to go home" your friend babbled, while she stumbled out of the bathroom. She leaned on the door frame while struggling to keep herself upright. You moved away from the warmth of your crush and rushed over to her side to help.

You saw him walk over to his bedside and pick up his car keys. "I'll drive you "

"Thanks, man!" Your friend yelled next to you and you winced.

You followed the redhead around the house until you eventually found yourself in the solace of his cozy car, now on the road towards your house.

Anybody would be able to see the mortification on your face. You couldn't help but think about how your drunk idiot of a friend interrupted you in the middle of your confession. Right when it was about to get heated too!

Your mind couldn't stop wondering back to the minty scent that came from his lips when he had you pinned against his door.

You glanced at him from where you sat on the passenger seat. He didn't even look bothered one bit. In fact, this is the chilliest you've ever seen Akabane. Whenever you saw him on campus he'd always have his brows furrowed and eyebrows stiff, almost like he didn't want to be bothered by anyone.

Now he looked peaceful, in a casual t t-shirt and sweatpants. His eyes focused on the road before him. His lips curled into a knowing smirk and you looked away, bashful that you were caught staring.

A few more minutes went by before you made it to the house and escorted your friend to bed. You made sure to head back outside so you could greet him goodbye.

To your surprise, he was leaning against the door of his car. His hands were in his pockets while he looked at you intensely. His eyes never left your face, and he had an expression that was hard to read. One of his brows was slightly raised as if he was waiting for you to say something.

You stood in front of him, heart thumping wildly while your legs shook from the windy atmosphere "

The weather didn't matter to you when you laced your arms around his torso and pulled him into a hug. You were a panting mess, trying not to stumble over your words. "I like you Akabane- more than I should"

You couldn't see his face but you could tell from the stiffening of his shoulders that he was surprised. You didn't care if he wasn't going to say anything, let alone even hug you back. You were just determined to let him know how you feel.

You let go of him and turned around. Preparing yourself to walk away. Though just as you took your first step he grabbed onto your arm and yanked you into his chest.

"I like you too dumbass" he rested his chin on your head, and caressed your sides with his thumbs "More than you could imagine"

Words wouldn't be able to describe how happy you felt at that moment. You felt safe in his arms like nothing could ever harm you as long as he held onto you like this.

He didn't even give it a second thought when he pulled you in, which made you wonder how long he's been waiting for you to finally tell him how you felt.

He moved back slightly to tilt your chin up so your eyes could meet. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this"

He was happy that you finally made the first move. Usually, he'd be the one teasing you and making you flustered with his flirty remarks. You finally came out of your shell and he was so proud of you.

The only thing he wanted to do was to show you off to the world, but that would have to wait for a bit till you were more comfortable.

He was going to take it one step at a time.

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Currently trying to write out alll the requests which will be posted sometime next week.

#fyp #karma x reader #akabane karma #karma akabane #assassination classroom #fanfic #Karmafluff #serotonins stuff

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Phoenix with prompts 12 and 14 pretty please? With Phoenix being the one saying it.

Phoenix is such a sweet guy honestly, a little hot-headed but I like that in most characters I see it in.

Pairing: Phoenix x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, handjob, fingering, mutual masturbation, friends to lovers, confessions, warming up, dirty talk, slight temperature play

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Phoenix would be the sweetest boyfriend. He'd probably work really hard to make you happy but at the same time be a little nervous and try to hide it to boot.

12. “Spend the night with me.” + 14. "Look at what you do to me."

"Are you still cold?" Phoenix asked while his hands hovered over your shoulders, warming you up slowly. The storm was still raging outside his window. He frowned as he glanced outside, "It's pouring out there. I don't want you to get sick going home in this weather."

"That's sweet of you Jamie, but I'll be fine. Thank you for warming me up, you're a great friend." Calling him a friend was a little awkward. Especially since a few days ago where you both got a little tipsy and ended up making out on his couch.

Neither of you spoke of it. Actually this is the longest you've spent together since that night. And both of you being stripped down to your underwear sure as hell didn't make things any less awkward.

You caught yourself looking over Jamie's muscles, his abs, his big shoulders and hands, his strong thighs more than once. He looked too, oh he looked quite a bit. But every time he did he tried to look away before you noticed.

"Spend the night with me." You turned your head up and looked at him wide eyes and your mouth hanging open, "I mean, because of the rainstorm you know."

Your cheeks were burning up. You needed to get your mind out of the gutter and fast, "Oh, oh yeah. If you're comfortable with it. Thank you."

"Of course. Don't mention it. Stay here, I'll get you something to wear. It's pretty warm in here but I don't want you to catch a cold sleeping only in your underwear. Not that you don't look good in it just... you know." He sheepishly scratched the back of his head, his mouth frowning in a shy, embarrassed way.

The shirt he gave you was a little big on your, not only did the sleeves go past your fingertips, but the hem of it went over your thighs, almost to your knees.

"That's one of my favorites by the way. Do you like it?" You gave him a warm smile and pulled the shirt to your nose, feeling it's softness and warmth. It also smelled a bit like cinnamon and ashes and pine. Very Jamie. He chuckled, "I'll take that as a yes."

"Yes. It's very comfy. Thank you. But what about you? Will you be uhm..." You blushed a little as he sat with his legs folded under him, his knees touching yours. He made a little 'hmm' noise, "Are you also gonna put on something more... loose? That... doesn't look comfortable." You glanced toward his croch then away towards his closet.

"Eh?" You visibly saw him stiffen upright as his eyes slowly descended downwards. His cock as rock hard, staring in the front of his pants, twitching when he looked at it. "I'm so sorry!" He covered the spot with his hands, "You see, you're wearing my shirt but you're also mostly naked? So it's... you're really attractive and pretty and hot, so there's not much I can do. It's a normal... uh... I'm sorry! I'll go take a shower if it's making you uncomfortable."

His voice was trembling as he talked, his shoulders even more so. You realized that he was scared. Slowly you reached toward his hands and moved them aside, but left your own hand hovering inches from his bulge, "Okay?"

"What?" He blinked at you, confused like he wasn't sure what you were asking, "Uh..." He licked his lips, "Y-Yeah. If you... oh!" He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes when you cupped your hand around the head, squeezing and releasing, massaging him through his tight gray boxers.

"Don't be embarrassed. You could never make me uncomfortable Jamie. I actually thought I was the one making you uncomfortable. I was the one who kissed you first that night, and then you pulled me into your lap and..." Your eyes closed at the lovely memory. You felt the hard cock give a needy twitch in your hand, "I should have been honest with you."

"We both should have been." He inhaled sharply through his nose, his eyes almost black with lust, "Can I kiss you now? Properly."

"Yes." You respond a little breathless as he leans forward and presses his warm, soft lips over yours, pushing, testing and asking. You answer him by opening your mouth and groaning as his tongue flicks over and around yours.

You inched your fingers down his clothed shaft and into the band of his underwear. His abs flexed at the ghostlike touch, "Hold up doll."

"What?" Both of you pulled away, but still stayed inches from each other, lips barely touching, breathing over each other, lips puffy from the kiss.

"I want to watch you. I want to see how you touch yourself when you think about me. Because I think about you a lot." His confessed words fell over you like a blazing fire, igniting a pool of warmth and pressure between your legs.

You a little bit away from him and hiked up the shirt he have you, revealing your bra clad breasts. "I thought about you a lot too." You watched as his eyes followed your hand as it descended across your breasts, across your stomach and disappear into your panties.

With a small whimper you spread your legs further for easier access, running the pad of your finger over your clit in slow, small, tight circles.

Jamie gulped hard, his eyes fixated on the movement of your hand, the flick of your wrist, the way your breasts heaved with every breath, the sound of your moans and ragged breathing. He couldn't just stand by and watch, mostly because his cock was straining so much it hurt.

Within seconds he pulled his boxers off, hissing as the air hit his sensitive cockhead, his hand closing around the thick length. "Look at what you do to me. Sometimes when we're done with training I need to take a long cold shower just to keep it down, and even then I needed to jack off. Fuck. It hurt to wait to do it." His eyes fluttered closed for just a moment, his mind shifting to you, sweaty from practice, your workout clothes clinging to your body. "I can't hold it anymore."

"Then don't." Your voice is broken by a loud gasp. You slide your fingers through your wet folds once before you take your hand out of your panties, letting Jamie see how wet your fingers are as you took off your panties and spread your folds apart, slowly inserting one finger inside yourself. "I'm certainly not going to."

"Oh fuck." He started stroking in the rhythm of your hand moving, his hand smearing his cum from the tip to his balls, the obscene sounds increasing with each stroke. "I bet you'd feel so warm on my cock."

You chuckle, and insert another finger, "And here I though you'd never talk dirty."

"There's a lot you still don't know about me love. I'm more then happy show you." He points his cock toward you and scoots up a little bit closer, "Have you ever been covered in cum?"

Your eyes widen, looking from his eyes to his aching cock, "No." Your voice was almost a whimper, "If it's you though, I'd be willing to try it."

"Good because... I'm about to explode." Maybe a bit of a poor choice of words considering his powers. It wasn't a few seconds later that you realized that he wasn't really kidding. He came with a broken growl, stroking himself furiously while he covered your stomach and thighs with his cum.

It was really warm on your skin, and so fucking hot to see him lost in so much passion and lust for you that he couldn't contain it anymore. Neither could you.

You felt your inner walls clench around your fingers, thrusting deeper, curling them upwards and pressing the palm of your hand against your clit and your other hand under your bra to pinch your nipple between your fingers as your body shook and convulsed with wave after wave of your orgasmic high.

Jamie leaned his sweaty forehead on your shoulder, his breathing still deep, his hands smoothing over your thighs, spreading his cum over them, warming you up even more.

You sighed when you pulled your fingers out and while still wet you ran them over his abs, dipping and scratching at them. "I think we should go on a date."

"Yeah? A little backwards don't you think?" He puffs warm air against your skin, his tongue darting out to briefly lick your sweat, "But I'd be a liar if I said I haven't thought about it. Where do you wanna go?"

"Anywhere really. Maybe a picnic? We can make the food together." You leaned to press a soft, slow kiss on his Adam's apple and then to his jaw. "Maybe to some other things in the kitchen as well."

"Oh." You feel him smile against your ear, his slightly sharp teeth biting into the lobe and tugging, "So you're into that kind of stuff. Dirty girl." His voice was low, husky, downright sinful in your ears.

"Oh my god." Your cunt clenched around nothing suddenly needed to be fill again, but not by your fingers this time, "Say that again."

"Dirty girl. I had no idea you were like this. What would you say if I laid you onto the table, spread your legs apart, and ate you for dessert." He flicked his tongue across the sensitive area of your neck as a little demonstration. By the end of the night there wasn't a part of your body that he left unexplored and not a surface where he didn't explore it on.

#valorant #valorant x reader #valorant smut #phoenix x reader #phoenix smut #phoenix imagine #valorant fanfiction #jamie adeyemi

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queenclaudiabrown · 1 year

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The Scarecrow | Chapter Three: Vanishing Acts

Dawn painted the sky and the fields and the house in a plethora of warm and vibrant colors and tones, washing over those that slept on the east side of the house through their windows and the worn-thin curtains.

Natalie slept in the fetal position on her left side, both arms wrapped around her legs with her knees almost touching her chin. Marty tended to fall asleep spooning Grace, but in the night she usually rolled over onto her stomach and he'd roll onto his back. Melody favored 'the yearner' and generally slept on her right side. Eric slept in the freefall position, which he always wound up in no matter how he fell asleep to alleviate the neck pain. Dave slept like a starfish, which surprised absolutely no one, and Zak was some unholy combination of fetal, log, and starfish. Beth, ironically, slept like a soldier.

Beth was the first one to wake, with Eric soon after and Melody ten minutes later. Zak and Marty woke about the same time twenty minutes after that, and Grace was the last to come to.

She rolled over and smiled up at her boyfriend, who was watching her adoringly. "Morning honey." He greeted.

"G'morning." She murmured back, bringing up one toned arm to place its hand on the back of his head to draw him down for a kiss. "What time is it?"

"Almost eight." He replied. "I think you're the last to wake up. I'm gonna take a quick shower, if you don't mind."

"No, go ahead. I'll go start breakfast."

In her room, Beth went to the window after getting dressed to gaze upon the new day and bask in the early morning light. But as her eyes traveled over the landscape down below, her blood ran cold. She bolted down the stairs and burst into the kitchen. "Grace! Grace!"

The other blonde jumped, accidentally spattering some pancake batter on herself. "Sheesh, Beth, what the h3ll?"

"The scarecrow's gone!" She cried, eyes wide with panic.

"Beth, what's wrong?" Melody queried, appearing from the living room with a concerned face. Natalie followed a few feet behind, frowning.

"I looked out the window, and the scarecrow is missing." Beth explained panickily.

"Yeah, I saw it too." Eric joined in, bumping past them all to refill his coffee. "Looked pretty raggedy- maybe the wind did it. Or somebody-" he gave a pointed look at Grace "-decided it'd be a funny prank after that story last night."

Startling them all, Dave careened through the dining room doorway and narrowly avoided smacking into the stove. "The scarecrow, it's gone! Héctor's back!"

"Oh God, not you too." Melody groaned, burying her face in her hands.

Marty sauntered in the kitchen, freshly dressed with still-wet hair. "What's all the hullaballoo?"

"Scarecrow's gone; Beth and Dave think Héctor Gilabert is wandering around." Natalie reported.

"Seriously?" He raised his eyebrows in a blend of curiosity and skepticism.

"Look, like Eric said, it's probably just a prank." Grace broke in. "And dдɱи, it was funny, I'm not gonna lie. But not all of us feel that way, so... c'mon, fess up." She prompted.

The group shifted awkwardly in place, looking amongst each other.

Grace frowned. "You're not gonna get in trouble." She coaxed.

Yet still, no one confessed. After a long moment, she shrugged. "Alright, alright, don't tell us. As long as you tell me where you hid him before vacation's over so I can put him back for when my parents get home, I really don't care."

Breakfast consisted of eggs, pancakes, bacon, and canned peaches, another hearty and delicious meal that they all thoroughly enjoyed. After that, most of them chose to lounge around and read, although Natalie and Dave discovered a chess set and started playing in the dining room.

"I'm going out for a bit!" Grace announced a few hours later.

"Want me to come with you?" Marty asked, half-rising from his chair, a book in his hand.

Grace popped her head into view. "Nah, it's all boring errands. I'm gonna go check on everything, just in case the scarecrow thing is real- which I'm sure it's not-, try to find that stupid straw doll, make sure there's no birds' nests in the well bucket, that sort of thing. I should be back in less than an hour."

"Okay." Marty replied. "I'll see you when you get back then, honey."

It was only when Marty realized how much of the book he had read that he finally looked up at the clock and realized something wasn't right. Concerned, he closed the book and got up, seeking out the nearest person, who happened to be Zak. "Hey, I'm worried."

His friend frowned. "What is it?"

"Well, it's Grace. She said she'd be gone less than an hour, and it's been over an hour and a half." He explained. "I mean, it's probably nothing, but she's a very timely person."

"What if Héctor got her?" Dave suggested seriously, coming down the stairs. "He's gone from his post, and she's out there all alone."

Natalie came out of the kitchen. "I doubt that's the case." Seeing the deeply concerned looks on his and Marty's faces, however, she sighed. "Alright, why don't we all go out together and check where she said she'd be? That way, we can all rest assured everything's fine?"

It only took a few minutes to round up the others, and then the seven set off through the cornfield in the direction of the well.

They had never seen the well before, but the scene before them was definitely not right. Crimson painted the ashy grey of the well and much of the trampled grass around it. Crisscrossing gouges filled with red fluid in the mud gave the impression that someone had clawed at the earth frantically. Beside them was the imprint of about half of a face, as if someone- likely Grace herself- had been slammed headfirst into the ground. A few feet away, closer to the cornfield between the well and house, was one of Grace's white sneakers- now stained red in places- and not far from it lay a broken silver chain.

Marty crouched and picked up the chain. "It's her anklet." He said. "I bought it for her on our first mall date. She never takes it off."

"There's no one here but us, so who could've done this?" Eric reasoned. "Maybe- Maybe she's just playing a prank on us."

Marty shook his head grimly. "She's not like that. She dropped ice down the back of my shirt once and apologized for hours. She wouldn't go this far for a prank. Something's happened to her. Maybe someone from college followed us up, someone who wanted to hurt her or one of us. Or somebody from town. But this isn't her."

"Maybe we missed something." Natalie suggested.

They stood in silence for a moment. Then, Melody reluctantly squatted down and pinched one of the red-soaked blades of grass between her fingers pulling them up the length of it to collect the sticky substance. Already grimacing, she popped them into her mouth, only to make an even sourer face. "Blood." She confirmed their ominous assumption before spitting on the ground to get it out of her mouth. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again, then took a breath and bit the bullet. "Marty...if a human Grace's size lost this much blood, could they survive?"

Marty's head jerked and he swallowed. "Uh... uh, let me think." After a few moments of mental calculation, his face grew grim, giving them their answer. "If she did, she'd probably be unconscious, and she still might not make it."

Natalie walked back a few steps, rocking back and forth between her heels and the balls of her feet, surveying the scene with a wider perspective and a frown-furrowed brow. After a moment, she spoke up. "There's no body. So... either she's still alive, or whoever did this took her somewhere else to finish the job."

"And if she's alive and not their prisoner, but also not at the house, where could she be?" Dave questioned logically.

"She might've tried to make it back, but passed out on the way." Melody reasoned. She turned around and stared at the cornfield. "Maybe she's somewhere in there. Or, we don't know where the caves are, maybe she ran off to one of them."

Eric leaned against the well, curiously glancing down at it. He did a double-take and reached into the well, plucking something out of the water. "Hey, look at this." He said, staring down at what was in his palm. The others gathered around to see it as well, and their blood collectively ran cold.

Burnt straw.

"My God." Beth breathed in horror. She reached out and touched one piece with a pink-nailed fingertip, then immediately retracted it. "Héctor."

"That's ridiculous." Scoffed Natalie. "It was just a silly story."

"Then where's the scarecrow and why is there burnt straw?" The blonde challenged.

"A prank, maybe, at least on the scarecrow bit." She suggested. "Or maybe it's somebody else using the legend of the scarecrow to freak us all out and kill her."

"Don't say that!" Marty snapped. "Don't say that. We don't know anything for sure yet. She could still be alive."

"Then why don't we all split up and comb the field for her, yeah?" Dave suggested, stepping in to calm down his suddenly confrontational friend. "If she's anywhere nearby, dead or alive, she's probably somewhere in there."

The group nodded and spoke in agreement, and so they split up, each taking a separate row with a few more between them and the next person. They walked the entirety of the field, calling out for Grace, searching high and low for any sign of her or anyone else.

And yet there was nothing.

Eventually, the sun dropped so low that none of them could well justify staying outside, and they retreated to the house. Natalie, Zak, and Melody agreed with each other to lock the door.

Yet as Melody was fastening the deadbolt, Marty rushed toward her. "What do you think you're doing?" He demanded.

Melody sighed. "Look, if Grace is still alive, she has the keys, and she can get back in. But if she's not, then we need to protect ourselves from anyone and anything out there. Hopefully, she'll be back, in which case this was all a big misunderstanding and we'll laugh it off tomorrow."

Marty sighed. "Fine. I'm going to bed."

"Goodnight." The others chorused.

Grace did not return.

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spikesbimbo · 3 years

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Pairing: ushijima x f!reader

Tags: housewife!reader, hurt/comfort, wall fucking, neglected reader, breeding kink, daddy kink, cockwarming

a/n: umm,... repost

Word count:1.2k

18+ Minors DNI

You'd never thought you'd be in this situation, going out of your way to get your husband's attention. To the point of wearing a cute little apron, barely there clothes, and purposely bending over in front of him while making you two dinner.

But something you should have expected was your husband not taking a hint, only being to understand with words. Leading him to say “are you feeling okay” immediately making you unsettled, why was it so hard for you to say what you wanted. How hard was it to tell your husband “hey i want your dick in me right now”. What man would say no to that?

Anxiety pooling up in you, letting the worse of the thoughts get into your head, thinking he doesn't want you because he's not attracted to you anymore, after 5 years of being together, two of them married. But what was going on in his head was him worrying if you were okay, never acting like this before, even having the audacity to put his hand on your head checking for a fever.

Tears start forming in your eyes, never feeling so belittled even though it was your fault, him rushing to cup your cheek thinking there was definitely something wrong with you, not knowing it was his, in your minds, fault.

“Are you okay love?” he softly says, which makes you fall apart, the tears from being so needy now running down your face.

He hesitates, not knowing what to do in this situation other than wipe the dramatic tears running down your face, causing you to feel even worse for making him put up with you like this. How selfish were you to act like this when your husband was working all day, proving for the both of you.

“Tell me what's wrong and i can fix it.” he said, always being reliable, taking responsibility into his own hands. That's one of the many things you loved about him, was that he would always take care of you, so why were you so afraid to say it? Was it the embarrassment of being this needy after not getting fucked for a week and half due to his team travelling? Acting like he was gone for a year at war or something.

All you had to do was ask. But you didn't want to burden him, today being the second day he's been home, still going to practice, but coming home to you every night. At this point you couldn't even get yourself off, crying quietly in the shower because “your fingers didn't feel the same as his”.

You turned your head up to his, looking him in the eyes, seeing him blurred but still being able to make out his handsome face. You try to build up to courage to tell him

“Have I been neglecting you?” he said, realizing the situation he had caused, that he let it get this far to the point where you were crying. “I'm sorry doll.” he continued, putting his lips on yours, working to fix the problem.

He moves you to the walk leaning you against it, you pushing deeper into the kiss, him deciding that you needed it here, right now. He moves one of his hands from your face down to your ass, breaking the kiss looking you in the eyes to see if you were sure that you wanted this, another thing you loved about him, always being a gentleman.

You respond by dragging him back in, nodding into the kiss, not wanting him to see your face be even more of a mess.

“please...daddy~” you moan out after he puts his thigh in between your legs, rubbing it how he knows you like.

“I got you love.” he says following through, as always. Pulling down those little shorts, that he was trying to control himself around, not realizing the reason you were doing it. Him not trying to hold back his groan seeing you weren't wearing any panties feeling how wet you were, fuck he messed up.

He remembers everything you tell him, from saying how he should make more noise when you to fuck, the complete silence being awkward, to you confessing your fantasies that he gladly went along with, as a good husband should.

“Please…” you start again grinding onto his clothed cock, drenching his shorts in your wetness. He moved his hand to your clit to which you shook your head in protest, not needing any prep just needing him inside you.

Luckily he wasn't as dense to your actions when you two were intimate, learning your body language quickly, understanding what you needed. He made his actions match his thoughts by dropping his shorts, freezing his cock, mouthwateringly hard, you whining at the sight of it.

He pushed you against the wall picking you up by your thighs, spreading them far apart enough to where he could fit in, not even needing to shove his way in due to your state.

“Fuck honey.” he groaned settling himself in you, your walls spasming around him ducking your head into his schedule, embarrassed that you already came from him just being inside you, something you loved so much, even him letting you keep it in you after you two finished.

He started thrusting into you, not being able to control himself after seeing you act like that. "you must've really needed me hmm?” he asks fucking you to the point where you couldn’t even respond if you wanted to, his cock focing its way into your cervix, making you gasp between your moans and whines.

“L-love you daddy” you whimper out, not wanting him to feel bad, continuing by pulling him in for a kiss, leaving you in a makeshift mating press, your legs being pushed up as far as they could so you could kiss him. Him reaching further, if even possible, into you.

“Mm sorry love, i won't leave you alone ever again” he stated, your foreheads barely touching, his sweat dripping onto your apron that was still on. The sight of him being so fucked out, making you clench around him.

“Fuck” he groans filling you up, after you mowhined out for him to cum in you, some of it escaping and dripping onto the floor, you following soon after seeing how worked up he got making you not even need to be touched anywhere else.

He continued thrusting into you after a short minute, wanting to please you, a physical way of saying i'm sorry. “Gonna give you a baby, then you won't be lonely anymore.” he groaned fucking his cum into you. You crying out at the thought, wanting him to stuff you even more full.

“please, please! ple-” you tried to say, coming out distorted, but he could read you. Him continuing leaning back to make you more comfortable, your legs haphazardly wrapped around his waist. Him abiding to your needs by cumming in you multiple times, while making you do the same.

You two sat on the table where the food you were making was sitting, now cold as hours went by, him not pulling out of you wondering if he was serious about what he said.

“toshi” you croaked out, your voice being long gone. “Can we wash up, i'm kinda hungry.” You asked, planning to get him to fuck you after you ate.

“Yeah love.” he said picking you up, still not pulling out for the sake of your sanity, and carrying you two to the bathroom where he would have a long drawn out talk with you, as always.

#respost #iykyk #ushijima smut #haikyuu smut #ushijima x reader #haikyuu x reader #wakatoshi x reader #wakatoshi smut #hq smut #hq x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #hq x you #haikyuu headcanons

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welcome to the day a duck ruins your perception of items in genshin impact. i uh. made some items in genshin impact as yandere boys and what they're like sort of?? you could try and burn your eyes now. ;) adepti seekers stove- he's going to be a tsundere no buts or uhts. he's the type of yandere that's trying to be protective and failing miserably everytime. so being impatient and angsty. so, he resorts in kidnapping you instead. but hey look on the bright side! even when you're kidnapped you can have delicious meals and snacks! secretly likes to cook for you a lot, but he won't admit it even in death. just don't question why there's a lingering scent of sleeping potions in your meal and you'll be good as jolly jee! probably wants you to help him in the kitchen, since he once heard that couples do that. would probably give you self esteem issues down the line. "didn't i tell you to not get hurt? are you that much of an idiot?? here. have this it'll lessen the pain just a bit so we can walk back home. just drink it already." windsong lyre- smug bastard, smug shit. he's probably a player or just overly dramatic with everything. maybe he's righteous or something.. likes to show off his music skills a lot. he sucks at it tho. gaslights you probably in public places to add more pressure, because people are staring like you're having a performance or something. calls you love even if he's pissed at you for not listening to him, or accusing him of being toxic or suspecting him of being your stalker that always watches you from your window at 2am! would make you paranoid a lot. loves kissing your cheek and tickling you. he's a closeted pervert. you're gonna have to move in an isolated place too, he will spread rumours of you being his lover. "love, I'm sure that you're just overreacting. plus even if i was the stalker that you're talking about I wouldn't be oh so casually talking to you in public when I could've been hiding! jeez it's like your going crazy." wind-blessed harpastrum- such sweety! just so wholesome bakes you a pie in tuesday sweet. seems patient too but beware he will break your legs when you get a little bit too bratty for his tastes. touch starved too and it shows, that's why he loves to cuddle you lots! really obsessed with what you think of him. if you say you hate him he'll tear up and try to convince you that he's good, but if you pretend that you like him he'll shower you with uncomfortable affection and confessions. really great at making bombs and torture weapons too. probably sewed in a bomb inside your body threatened that he will kill you with it if you leave. bad at darts and archery. if you say that to him he'll laugh and take out his diploma saying that he's too smart for those childish games. he's impulsive in decision making. "haha. you know. you almost escaped from me back there. but hey! now you won't do anything stupid like that ever again if you can't walk." windblume balloon: listen man. im going to be killed but he's an airhead, pun intended right there. probably lowkey manipulative and doesn't even know it yet or chooses to ignore it. protective of you a lot. really delusional to the point that he rationalizes your escape as someone kidnapping you. so say goodbye to whoever poor stranger who was trying to help you escape they'll be greeted by an arrow through their head once he finds you. has a habit of holding your hand because he's afraid you might disappear from his line of sight and leave him all alone. if you let go tho he'll gorilla grip your hand, might crush it too. just very overprotective. he also doesn't know that he's an airhead. yeah."hm? why do i like holding you hand..? i just like it.. your hand makes me feel... uh. safe..? is that the word for it? ah. it was the word loved." wind catcher- he's a full on sadist. throw all of your escape plans out the window, this guy will climb a mountain and ride any wind current available to catch and torture you. persistently trying to make you like him atleast a bit. yeah, he's that kind of delusional. would teasingly push you

of a cliff as a 'light' punishment. dark humour and likes to joke about killing you from time to time. note: he can kill you. and he would also do it by ripping you in half with the wind current so just stay in his house and be a good lover that'll shower him in kisses, okay? okay. he mostly sees you as a tool of interest, but not just any tool- you're his favourite tool. "pfft! hey stop crying now! you're making me feel bad! hm? oh? why am i doing this? well i mean maybe I'm angry that someone was trying to escape. again." warming bottle- he will absolutely leave you in the cold if you were being a brat towards him. lives in dragonspine to spite you, also because he can just turn take away your blankets and anything that can give warmth so you gotta ask him to cuddle you to survive. he usually does this when he's feeling a little petty. which is so frequent. that you can almost give it a schedule. but don't tell him that. kind of a tsundere but only when it comes to physical affection since he's shy. that's why he has to take away your blankets so it looks like he's just mocking you but not because he's touch starved. he's not at home that much too but don't worry, he will make it up to you by uh.. physical activities.. "what? you're freezing? no shit we're in dragonspine. oh? you want me to hug you..? hm. fine. I'll indulge you for a bit. I am quite merciful." parametric transformer- businessman that scams you a lot lol. he's going to be a masochist because i said so, yeah i know the electric stone thing gag that's why i made him a masochist. really likes to collect useless stuff and spoiling you, so expect your room to be filled with a lot of random things from jewelry to mushrooms and crabs. has a you should be grateful i even give stuff mindset. thinks that giving someone something of vaue would make them fall in love with him instantly. also probably loves it when you fight back especially when you successfully land a hit on him, he will enjoy it. but be careful he has different responses whenever you hit him. pick your poison. spends a ton of resources on everything to keep you in line. that rope costed him 700 pinecones. "why do you even wanna escape? i give you a ton of stuff so you won't get bored! hah. maybe if i had picked up someone else they would've been grateful." portable waypoint- throw out your escape plans the season sequel. he's very quiet but has a small temper that won't last that much. maybe he's like that since he tries so hard to repress it. listen he's trying okay? escape always fails so quickly. one minute you're in springvale shouting, crying, begging for anyone to help you and then back to his house to see him sipping some tea. his punishments are cruel too- he makes sure to leave you in a den of monsters and ruin guards, waits until your in the brink of death and teleports you back to him. has a superiority complex over everyone too. probably likes to make you feel weak when you have to rely on him. loves to crush your self esteem. wants to be affectionate but thinks that you, as an inferior being, should be affectionate with him instead. so tsun. "see? this is what i was trying to tell you. you're too weak to actually survive out there. you even had to rely on me to save you. pathetic." memento lens- mysterious and elegant. he's quite cryptic to say the least. likes to watch you from a far if he's feeling a bit angsty. you try to make sense of what he says and it just leads to you being confused even more. and he likes that about you. you actually try to understand him, even if what you guess is wrong. you're going to have a tough time with this guy if you wanna escape. just avoid any fox statues and you'll be good. the problem is the shrine maidens. they basically want the two of you to end up together so they don't have to deal with him. he's actually very gentle with you punishments still suck but atleast he doesn't do it physically, he just makes you write that you're sorry over and over until your wrist are tired. loves poetry and solving puzzles, riddles, scriptures. he's

smart but soft. "spring blossoms even in the darkest depths of uncertainty, is that why you have the courage to try and escape me..?" kamera- perfectionist stalker. wants to make sure that the photos he takes of you are perfect to every extent. colour, lighting, and expressions. even if it means going inside your room and having the possibility of waking you up from your sleep. likes to take pictures of everything too. kind of like this; both of you are walking somewhere and he stops to take a picture of a sunset. he takes twenty minutes trying to find the correct angle. but the sun is already gone so he sulks. maybe- you can cheer him up by volunteering to be his model? you'll do that? right? also worships you like a god so if someone dared to even say something breath near you or celestia forbid insult you, best to say they'll be quickly disposed of by blackmail and fake shit. would not steal any of your belongings, he would just take pictures of it. so he's not that bad. "i consider everything in this world is beautiful, but you have surpassed that. so that is why im keeping you here. no one deserves even a glimpse of you!" waverider toolbox- he's such a gentlemen and a sweetheart. always there to help you with repairs, sometimes he'd add some updates to it too. just ignore the stuff going missing inside your boat thing. he probably guilt-gaslight you into staying with him in his waverider then bam your in an island stranded. ahaha, now both of you just have to survive by working together ya know? like a loving couple likes hugs and physical affection a lot! bonus points if it's given when he's tired from doing his job. as i said tired guy so appreciates all the things you do for him whether it's paying for his meal or giving him a gift. next time, he'll make sure that you won't leave the island permanently. thinks that stranded island equals date smh. " ahh? oh! is this for me? really? thank you.. i don't usually receive gifts but that just makes this even more special! say, do you wanna go on a trip? i just fixed the waverider from last time." red feather fan- mischievous little shit. likes to scare you a lot by appearing on trees and just jumping on you. knows that you're trying to escape but pretends not to since he likes to try and guess which direction you would run to. hugs you a lot even before he kidnaps you really touchy even if you say no he'll use the good ol puppy eyes! doesn't work? okay he'll just smell your clothes when you're sleeping as compensation. he likes to flirt with you a lot. some pickup are cheesy.. but others are a little- personal? acts cool by making a dramatic entrance everytime even. you know those radical superhero landing stuff? that's him. he would build a nest as your house even being a dick and placing it on top of a mountain, goodluck on trying to get down. "caught you! going to the shore was so predictable by the way. maybe you should try a different place next time, dear? hm? maybe a restaurant so we can have date? sounds great right?" serenitea pot- unhinged malewife that wants to make a the perfect living space for you- ehem. probably a perfectionist if you squint hard enough. he's delusional but just a little lucid about the stuff he does to you. likes to make a ton of furniture too! personalized the room you're trapped in with a ton of valuable and expensive materials. just don't try to escape he'll cut your limbs off just like a damn tree shawtie. owns a shit ton of pets ranging from boars to cats. all of them are like bodyguards to you during your stay. dreams about having a peaceful life with you in the realm someday, sigh. he sometimes has burnouts where he just places a bunch of furniture on a single room and call it a day. "and here is your room! do.. do you like it? i made it just for you! i didn't know what wood you would prefer so i just settled on whatever i can find! ahaha. we're kind of like a married couple living together now... right?" nre menu- he's probably going to be from the adventurers guild. really awkward and shy. takes for him a long time to

open up to you. when going on quests he's the one in charge of carrying the food and healing shit you need. really patient and nice! slightly uh mean with other people trying to talk to you but other than that everything is normal. everything is normal the long loving gaze he gives you every now and then and some food being left on your doorstep. yeah let's not question it i mean he's just so shy! he would never do anything wrong? right?? he's a closeted pervert, cliche i know but he's a pervert with a line to not cross. he just checks you out. good for him. would cry if given any ounce of affection. sweet baby. "t-that was a tough commission.. oh u-uh.. do you need some food to replenish your energy? we need to do the other commissions you know.. hm? why aren't you eating it.. something wrong with the food..?" seelies- spoiled. that's the word to describe him. really straight forward with his courting kind of dumb? but he's so damn lucky for some unknown reason that your plans to avoid him always fail. yeah the high quality rope you just bought for 1000 mora? it broke and you fell into his arms. he's probably rich by sheer dumb luck too. finds a ton treasure chests even in the places you didn't expect. people pressure you into spending time with him. since he's just so cute! how could say no to such a face? it really feels like the gods are on his side ya know? he throws a lot of very very aggressive tantrums if you're not with him. thinks he's doing a good job at courting you, with rationalize rejection as a playing hard to get. "tada! look i got you this crystal i found while i was walking! it looks like a diamond and it has a ton of colours too?? is it valuable?? would you kiss me if i give it to you??" endora- majestic, regal, and likes to explore a lot. he uh. probably trapped you in a bubble once or twice too. really curious about his surroundings, also has no personal space since it's first time going out. he would cuddle you when he feels like it homie. kidnapped you and made you his tour guide. don't try to fool him he learns quickly about stuff. fast swimmer, so no joining any expeditions in water if you don't want their ship to be wrecked by a mysterious being of the teyvat seas. he likes to see you cry. it's not a kink he just feels connected to you when you cry. doesn't have a house so you just live in a run down boat. he's doesn't know when you're lying to him sometimes. god complex bastard. "this world. at first i wasn't sure if i was going to like it or not, but ever since I've met you... I've grown to tolerate some parts.. so you should be thankful, you've convinced me. mortal." intertwined fate/older twin- listen. he's just so smug about everything he does. and he knows you love him. probably invites you out on dinner only for him to not show up. so basically he's an asshole without a doubt. toxic boyfriend that gives you false hope and has a ton of admirers. you probably think he won't settle for you right? ah, he's not that cruel. so picks you as his lover out of all the billions of people. you should be grateful! he even kidnapped you! do you know how hard it was for him to go all the way from his home to yours? anyways yeah. asshole. he likes to do the open the door for darling trick where he just gives you a small crack on the door and watch you make a decision. it's an act of your loyalty. if you escape he'll make you feel pain. if you don't then he'll reward your patience. god complex bastard 2."sigh. did you try to escape? again? patience is the key to everything you know. maybe you should learn that. i expected more smart from you." acquaint fate/younger twin- cinnamonroll he's such a sweet guy. he's always there for you when you need him. okay- he has a nice guy complex, fucking damn it. probably uses the but I've been there for you since the start trick unintentionally a lot. he just doesn't know he wants some action, so be thankful that he didn't just jump on you like a barbarian. he's kind of contradicting himself too. one hand he wants you to love him, on the other hand he doesn't

believe he deserves you. loves to give you the same things, remember that one painting you liked from two years ago? he got you that. quantity beats quality. surprisingly, he's really patient but would have bursts of anger every now and then. has a self value issues?? yeah, but did i tell you he's a touch starved guy. punshments are just him softly lecturing you about what's good and what's wrong."i always viewed myself as inferior, that i didn't deserve anything.. but this time. i want to be greedy just once." that's it- :'D i haven't proofread this but here you go mer! ill probably continue with more humanisations of items in genshin later.. if you ask why i ruined your day with this crazy idea i was watching that one video of a person humanising social media and got this idea. also i discovered how to bold out texts... i have power..ejwjdhshaj

so yeah have a great day! -🦆anon

I AM IN AWE?!?! WHOA OMG!!!!! 🦆, THIS IS FANTASTIC!! AAAAAA (≧∀≦)

All of the various characterizations… *chef’s kiss* It’s literally so good! With each one I read I kept thinking okay this guy is my favorite and then I would read the next description and my heart was stolen again. I can’t pick a favorite now. T_T

#chit chat #yandere #🦆 anon #meraki faves #YOU HOLD SO MUCH POWER #AND YOUR BRAIN IS IMMENSELY GALAXY #BECAUSE WOW OMG I AM IN LOVE WITH THE CHARACTERIZATIONS

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WHAT BENNY DOESN'T KNOW | Chapter 7

A TRIPLE FRONTIER STORY

Summary: Post mission confessions and will Benny finally find out what he's been missing out on?

Warnings: Mature 18+ ONLY!! Language, Smut and General Feels.

Word Count: 4852

A/N: Final chapter and final author's note. You guys have been so amazing throughout this series, showing me love and care and just overall enjoying my writing. My lucky number is 7 so seems only fitting that this has ended at 7 parts. Like I said in my little post earlier today, I couldn't have asked for a better group of people or fandom to share my final fanfiction piece with and the fact that its a completed series just makes me so happy and proud and ready to move on to my next writing ventures. Thank you all for everything, I will love and cherish you all always.

PART SEVEN | MISSION COMPLETE

The water pressure for the shower in your tiny hotel room was shit but you couldn't care less. You let out a deep sigh as your body relaxed into the feeling of the water washing over your body, washing away the grime and adrenaline that had come with the action packed day.

The job had been a huge success. You'd retrieved all the money with minimal casualties and delivered it safely to Santiago's contact across the border, but not before pocketing a little bit of it each.

It had been 1am when you had all made it to the tiny hillside hotel that overlooked the jungle. It wasn't much but the staff were friendly and there was the promise of breakfast included in the morning. There weren't many rooms so the boys had all doubled up, leaving you with a room to yourself. You had wasted no time, immediately dumping your bags and switching on the shower, half desperate to get clean, the other half desperate to run the tap cold to cool off from the heat.

You'd managed to stomach the cold for about 5 minutes before you had to turn it up a little, making the water more lukewarm than freezing. You quickly washed your hair and body with the single bar of soap that was provided with the room and got out. As much as you would have happily stayed standing under the running water a bit longer, you were also tired and desperate to sleep.

You wrapped yourself in one of the towels, which was a lot smaller than your preferred bath towels at home, only just covering your bum, and used the other towel provided to dry your hair as you walked back out into the small room. You had just sat down on the edge of the bed when there was a light knock on your door. For a moment you panicked a little, worried about opening the door and showing off too much skin to whoever was there, but then you remembered three out of your four team mates had already seen a lot more than this.

You had to stand on your tip toes to see through the view finder in the door so you could check and see who it was. They had their head down, but you'd recognise that hat anywhere. He was about to knock again when you suddenly opened the door.

Frankie's eyes grew wide as he took in the sight of you in the doorway. “Sorry, I was just getting out the shower.” you said as you held up the towel in your hand and continued to dry your hair as you spoke to him.

Frankie gave his head a small shake as he tried to get himself to focus again. “I broke up with Laura.” he blurted out. It wasn't what he was intending on starting with when he had first left the room he was sharing with Santiago, but he had become nervous and it had only gotten worse when you opened the door looking like that.

Your brow furrowed at his words. “What?” your question was almost a whisper. He held up his hand, a silent gesture asking if he could come in so you weren't having this conversation on a hotel room doorstep. “Umm yeah.” you said stepping aside, your voice starting to feel more confident, the shock of his statement wearing off.

“I broke up with Laura.” he said again as you closed the door. You remained silent as you observed him from across the room, encouraging him to elaborate. “When we went on that last job with Pope and everything went to shit,” he started; he was fiddling with his hands, unable to look at you. “There was this moment.” he continued. “When we were on the side of the mountain and I lost this mule and for a moment I saw my life flash before my eyes. I could have so easily have gone down with it.” he said, sitting himself down on the end of the bed. He took his hat off and began fiddling with the strap on the back of it. You stepped closer, taking a seat beside him, listening carefully.

“In that moment my brain thought of two things.” he said, his leg bouncing now. “I thought of my little girl's smiling face... and then I thought of you.” he admitted going silent, letting the statement hang in the air. You continued to examine his side profile as you waited patiently for him to continue. “Then when Tom died...” he finally said, his voice shaking slightly. He suddenly looked up at you and you felt your heart stop as you saw the faint traces of tears filling his eyes. “It was you, I just wanted to get home to you.” He paused a moment, looking back down at his hat in his fingers again before he continued. “I went home and told her everything.”

You braced yourself for what would come next in his story but it never came. “The worst thing was that she was so great about it. She said she wasn't surprised, that she knew that I was in love with you the first time she met you.” There was a long pause before he looked up at you again, his hand reaching out for yours, resting in your lap. “I wanted to tell you all this at the diner but you left before I got a chance to say anything. I wanted to tell you I was sorry, for all of it.”

“I'm sorry too, I should have never taken that job-”

“You did the right thing. Don't be sorry. I treated you like shit, I broke every promise that I made to you. I wasn't in a good place and I let you down and you were right. I needed help and we both needed space. Don't ever say you're sorry for that.” he said lifting his hand to wipe away a tear you hadn't realised was falling down your cheek.

“Frankie-” your voice cracked as you said his name.

“I got mad today because I was scared. Scared I was gonna lose you before I got a chance to tell you everything I've wanted to say since the moment I first saw you.” He paused, turning towards you and taking both of your hands in his. “I never believed in love at first sight, that was until I saw you and I knew there was something different there, I just didn't know what it was yet. You are the most beautiful, adventurous and stubborn woman I have ever met and I am so completely in love with everything about you. I don't want to carry on living my life without you-”

“I love you.” your voice came out suddenly as a whisper making him stop. “I love you Francisco Morales.” you said more sure of yourself. “I will always love you. I should have said it before when you told me you loved me but I couldn't.”

“I know.” he said it with such love but also such sorrow in his eyes. You sat there for a moment in silence as he put his hat back on, both of you just happy to be in each others company.

“So what do we do now?” you tentatively asked.

“I don't know. What do you want to do now?” he asked. His words were gentle but held a message of 'I'm happy to do whatever you want to do, as long as I get to do it with you'.

You took a deep breath in as you mustered the courage needed to make the first move. You stood up and Frankie sat himself upright, not taking his eyes away from yours once. You lifted your leg slowly, placing your knee onto the bed beside his thigh, before lifting the other one and placing it on the other side. Frankie's hands moved comfortably to your hips, guiding you into your seat on his lap.

You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, your eyes glancing down to his lips then back up to his eyes again. You slowly leant forward until your lips were touching his. It was tentative at first, but as soon as those fireworks went off in your mind and your lips tingled at his touch, you both wasted no time deepening the kiss. He wrapped both of his arms around your lower back, pulling you closer to him.

You nudged the brim of his hat with your head and he reached up to take it off, placing it on the corner of the bed. You leant forward against him and he lay himself back against the mattress, encouraging you with his lips to follow.

He brought a hand up to cup your jaw as he ran the tip of his tongue along your lower lip, gently asking for entry. You happily met his tongue in the middle with your own. You suddenly felt a tightening feeling in your chest and you broke the kiss sitting yourself upright, needing more room to breathe. “You okay?” he asked softly as he saw you bring a hand to your chest, rubbing at the spot inbetween your breasts where the pain was.

“Yeah, I just forgot to breath properly.” you half lied.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked, sensing your anxiety. He couldn't blame you for it, he knew he'd put you through a lot in the past and he didn't want to rush you.

“No, I'm just...” your sentence caught in your throat as you began to overthink the statement that was about to fall out of your mouth, your brain telling you you were being silly. You let your body slide off of him to the side but kept your legs lazily over the top of his. He gently stroked his fingertips across the bare skin with one hand, while he propped himself up on his opposite elbow to look at you. He waited patiently for you to continue, his brown eyes soft and encouraging. Safe.

“It's silly. I'm being silly.” you said, trying to laugh off the feeling within you. He continued to wait patiently. “I'm just nervous.” you finally said. “I want us to... I want to... I just... It's been a little while since I... and with you.” you mumbled out, trying to explain how you were feeling but feeling so silly for it. This obviously wasn't your first time sleeping together but it was so different from any other time the two of you had done it. You felt lost, all your confidence draining out of you. You wanted him to take charge, but not in the way that Santi had in Italy, more like how Will had. Soft and encouraging. Actions full of adoration and care. You wanted this to feel natural, yet still passionate and full of love. You just didn't know how to initiate that.

“Come here.” he said quietly, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. He gave you a chaste kiss to the top of your head as he held you loosely against his chest, allowing you time to breathe and relax.

When you felt the feeling in your chest subside, you looked up at him, silently telling him with your eyes you were ready to try again. He leant down, meeting his lips with yours once more. The tingling feeling in your lips came back, but as you inhaled through your nose, so did the feeling in your chest. Your breathing hitched and Frankie sensed your discomfort again. “Why don't you lie down.” he encouraged you, motioning to the pillows at the top of the bed with his head.

He used the opportunity, as you climbed up the bed, to kick his shoes off and take off his pants so he was sat comfortably at the end of the bed in his t-shirt and briefs. You pulled your lips into a tight happy smirk at the sight, as you settled into the pillows. He smiled back at you as he caught you admiring him, lowering himself sideways again, his elbow propping himself up. “I love you Frankie.” you said, a quiet giddiness to your voice.

“Yeah?” he questioned, his eyebrows playfully raising. “Good.” he said as he looked down at the bed bashfully before back up to your eyes. They then slowly trailed down to where your towel was wrapped tightly across the top of your breasts. You watched him slowly make his way up the bed towards you, his fingers tentatively reaching out for the fabric.

You held your breath in anticipation as he began to pull on the towel, the tight tuck coming free. He slowly pulled the towel apart and you became bashful at his gaze. He leaned forward to give you a brief kiss on your lips before they began to make their journey down your chin, then to your neck. They grazed across your breasts to your nipples and your breathing hitched as he placed a gentle kiss on either of them.

He then shuffled backwards on the bed, his hands gripping your thighs and pulling you into a more laid down position, making you giggle. He then went back to trailing kisses down your body. Every kiss as he made his way down to your thighs was gentle and appreciative. Your breathing hitched again when his lips started to make their way up from your knees, his scruff tickling the sensitive skin as he kissed up your thigh. He stopped just before he reached your centre, teasing you before he began kissing down the inside of the opposite thigh, down to your knee then back up again.

He stopped again, just before reaching your core, it tingled in anticipation. You tilted your head to see him smiling at you and you bashfully giggled before he leant forward, his tongue darting out to lap at your folds, his nose nudging your clit. You let out a breathy moan at the feel of his mouth re-exploring you after so long. The sounds of your pleasure encouraged his tongue to dive deeper into your folds, his arms hooking under your thighs, pulling you closer to him. His fingers stroked lazily and soothingly over your thighs and you felt yourself relax further into his touch, your previous anxieties becoming a distant memory.

You raised your legs and Frankie's hands pushed against the back of your thighs, opening you up wider, the tips of your toes brushing against his shoulders. He sat himself up for a moment and pulled off his t-shirt, throwing it across the room, before his head dived back down between your legs. He guided your swollen clit with his tongue, sucking it between his lips, the sensitivity and pleasure sending your head rolling back into the pillows. His name fell from your lips in a breathy whisper and Frankie felt his underwear grow tighter.

Your hips began to squirm, rolling your clit against his tongue in just the way you liked, as two of his fingers dove into your soaking cunt. You felt them stretch you out at first but then he curled them inside you, rubbing against that sweet spot that had you careening quickly towards your finish. Your fingers reached down, threading themselves into his loose curls, attempting to ground yourself as your release began to take over.

Your legs clamped around either side of his head and you felt him let out a small breathy chuckle through his nose. He buried his tongue deeper into your folds, lapping up everything you were giving him as your cries of pleasure rang out through the room.

Your legs finally released him and he quickly came up for air, a large grin plastered across his face. You brought your knees up tight to your chest, a large smile across your face and a giddy giggle falling from your lips. Frankie felt like he had gone to heaven as he leaned down to kiss your lips. He broke away, placing a kiss on your forehead as he got up from the bed to rid himself of his underwear, his hard cock springing free.

You rolled over onto your knees and crawled across the bed towards him. He took your face in his hands, bending down to reconnect your lips once more between smiles as you both shuffled backwards onto the bed. You encouraged him to lay down, his hands shuffling the pillow under his head to get comfortable.

You straddled his hips and he took his erection into his hand, lining it up with your entrance. As you lowered yourself down slowly onto his cock, letting it stretch you out, Frankie had this overwhelming feeling of coming home. When you had taken him inside you completely, he guided your head down to his so he could give you a deep passionate kiss. “I love you.” he mumbled the words against your lips and your eyes closed in bliss, your forehead resting against his as his hips began to roll up into you.

You began to moan in pleasure at the feeling of his hard cock thrusting slowly and deeply inside you, the prominent blood filled veins and the head if his member rubbing against the most sensitive parts of your walls. The feeling was overwhelming as you both rocked yourselves against one another, your breathing becoming laboured. You could feel your next orgasm building quickly as you reached a hand between your two bodies, your fingers beginning to circle your clit.

Your moans became more frequent and Frankie could tell you were close, “Come on baby.” he encouraged you. “Come on baby. Let me see that pretty face you make when you cum all over my cock.” His hands reached up to cup the sides of your face, guiding your head into the best angle for him to see you. Your eyes became unfocussed and you cried out as your pleasure took over you.

He continued to roll up into you with the same agonising pace, dragging your orgasm out as long as he could. “Frankie please.” you whined as the sensitivity became too much and he let go of his hold on your face allowing you to collapse against him, your head burying itself between his neck and the pillow. He listened closely to your ragged breaths as you attempted to come down from your high.

When you lifted your head, he could see small glistening tears in your eyes. He tilted his head to kiss your lips, his hand reaching up to smooth your hair. “You know I think that's one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.” you smiled bashfully at his words. “Can I do it again?” he asked. You nodded as small yes escaping your lips before you kissed him, his hips beginning to roll up into you again.

His hands gripped onto your hips, grinding you down against him as he thrust up into you. Your lips attacked one another with fervour, your tongues melting into one another, your laboured breathing becoming one. He snaked his arms around you and his thrusts paused a moment as he rolled the two of you over so he was now situated on top of you, your legs locking around his back, his forearms pressed to the bed either side of you, encapsulating you with his body.

His thrusts became stronger and a little more powerful as he began to push you both towards your final highs. You pushed your knees back closer to your chest, encouraging him deeper still. He began hitting the most perfect spot, “Yes right there, please don't stop, don't stop.” you said wrapping your arms around his neck as his thrusts became quicker.

He buried his head against the crook of your neck as he tried to focus on not finishing before he had made you cum one last time but your moans and gasps were sending him over the edge. He counted his lucky stars as he felt your walls clamp down around him, the pulsations of your orgasm bringing him to his own finish. He propped himself up as he stilled inside you, his lips attaching to yours, thanking you for the moment you just shared together.

He pulled his head back to admire the blissed out smile across your face and the adoration in your eyes as you looked at him. “You know you were always the best right?” you teased him and he hung his head as he let out a chuckle, a reminder of your comment earlier in the day.

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You both settled under the covers, curling into each others bodies, your limbs intertwined as one as you talked quietly in the dark. “Did he really have the safety on the whole time?” Frankie questioned you again, he still didn't believe your statement.

“Yeah.” you said propping yourself up so you could try to make out his face in the dark as the smile of complete and utter disbelief grew across his face. “I had to take it off to shoot him when I took the gun from him.” you said as you settled your chin back against his chest, feeling the rumble of his low laugh vibrate through it. “Is anyone ever going to tell Benny?” you pondered, turning your head to the side, your ear listening to his heartbeat and his relaxed breaths.

“I'm sure Ironhead will someday.” you both let out a snigger then as you thought of what Ben's reaction would be like the day he got to find out about all the things he'd been missing out on. “Did Pope really do that stuff he said he did to you in Italy?”

“You jealous Frankie?” your voice teased playfully. “You play your cards right maybe you can get the chance to do it one day... or I could do it to you.” You felt him go rigid underneath you, the idea of you tying him to the bed and teasing him all night playing out in his head. You propped yourself up, reaching to give him a kiss and break him away from his thoughts. He gave you a devious smirk that you could only just make out in the dark.

You settled back into his chest and his fingers began to draw lazy circles on your back, your eyes growing heavy under his comforting touch. “Hey Magpie?” his voice rung out in the silence.

“Yeah.” you mumbled lazily into his chest, your eyes remaining closed.

“What happens when we get home?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean us and Laura and the baby? I just... I want to do the right thing.” he said and you propped your head up again to look at him, knowing he needed to have your full attention for this conversation.

“What do you want to happen?” you asked him cautiously.

“I want to go home and be able to say you're my girlfriend, my partner.” he hesitated for a moment before continuing. “I want to have you by my side to raise my little girl with me. For you to share all your best qualities with her so she will grow up into an amazing woman. I always thought you'd make an amazing mom.” he said. You searched the dark for his eyes, they were soft and full of so much adoration for you. “I know it's a lot to put on you and I'm not asking you to step up and be her mom, that's what Laura's for, but I want you in her life. To be her friend and safe place like you are to me.”

You paused a moment, taking in his words before nodding and quietly saying, “Yeah okay.”

“Yeah?” he said hopefully as a large smile broke out onto his face.

“Yeah.” you said again, the nod of your head growing stronger and a smile spreading across your lips at the idea of you nurturing the little girl that was half of the man you loved. He leant forward crashing his lips into yours before reaching to place a grateful kiss on your forehead. He pulled you back down into his arms and smiled contently, his eyes closing and head relaxing deep into the pillow, happy to finally be able to sleep with you in his arms.

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“Where's Catfish?” Will asked as Santiago sat himself down at the table in the quiet breakfast room, a large plate piled high with food from the spread on a table at the far side of the room, held firmly in his hand.

“I'm guessing he's having a lie in.” Santi smirked across the table with a small raise of his eyebrows.

“Didn't you share a room with him last night?” Benny mumbled through a mouthful of food.

“I shared a room with his stuff.” Santiago teased and he and Will shared a coy smile. Benny looked between the two confused. His confusion didn't last long though as you and Frankie walked into the breakfast room together, smiling and making eyes at each other.

“Wait? Fish and Magpie?” Benny questioned, his brow furrowed. Santiago and Will just gave small sniggers as they focused their eyes on their plates.

“Morning.” you said with a cheerful smile as you settled yourself in the free chair next to Santiago.

“Well someone's in a good mood this morning.” Will teased you as you reached for the pot of coffee in the middle of the table, filling up a cup, as Frankie settled himself in the seat the other side of you. You shot the older Miller brother a warning look and he tried his best to fight off a laugh as Frankie relaxed back in his seat, He rested his arm on the back of your chair, as you filled his cup with coffee too. His hand rubbed gently over your back, letting you know he was grateful for the gesture.

“How did you guys sleep last night?” you asked in an attempt to distract Benny who was staring across the table at you and Frankie, trying to work out what was happening.

“I slept great.” Santiago said between mouthfuls. “Had a nice quiet night to myself.”

“Wait, are we not going to acknowledge what's going on here?” Benny said, his hands falling heavy on the table top as he looked between each of you.

“I don't know. What do you think's going on here Benny?” Frankie teased him.

“I- Uh. I don't know. You tell me.” Benny replied, his eyebrows raising at yourself and Frankie.

“He slept with her last night.” Santiago said, still enjoying his food. He said it so nonchalantly, like it was common knowledge and you had to fight the large grin that wanted to break out over your face. Benny's eyes grew wide as the realisation of your words the day before really hit him.

“Wait! What! Was this what I was missing!” Benny said a little too loudly, drawing the attention of the other guests in the room. Frankie raised his hand at them and gestured a silent sorry to the other tables as Benny tried to regain his composure.

“Come on, I'll fill you in outside.” Will said as he got up from his seat, encouraging Benny to go with him. Benny moaned as he left his still half full plate on the table. You and Frankie watched giddily as Benny skulked off behind his brother.

“So you guys finally sorted things out then.” Santiago said more as a statement as he took a sip of his coffee. You and Frankie just gave each other a reassuring smile in response and Santiago sat back in his chair to admire the two of you. “Guess this means I'll never get to fuck her again then.” he said to Frankie.

“I don't know man, if you play your cards right and she wants to?” Frankie left the statement open ended and you gave him a playful smile. Santiago let out a small snigger lifting his cup up to Frankie as a touché.

“Just promise me you'll treat her right.” Santiago said to his friend softly as he placed his now empty coffee cup back onto the table.

“I will man.” Frankie replied as he looked to you with adoration. Santiago smiled giving you a small nod, blessing your new relationship as he stood up from the table. He placed a caring hand on your shoulder as he bent down to kiss your cheek, his last parting gesture.

You turned yourself towards Frankie's embrace as Santiago left the breakfast room and he placed a kiss on top of your head. You both sat there content in each others silence as you picked at your breakfast on the table before you. You reached for the pot of coffee to top up both your cups when a loud giddy shout of “OOOHH SHIT!” carried through from the lobby area of the hotel. It was official, Benny finally knew everything.

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marchioness-caprina · 3 years

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I Deserve You

Pairings : Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

Writing Style : 3rd Person

Warnings : Mild Cussing

Word Count : 3091

3rd Person's POV

The Day of the School Festival, After stressful Days of practicing dance moves for the Preparation of Class 1-A's show everything was going smoothly. Everyone was having Fun And Y/n was too. She was playing the Violin while Bakugou played the Drums, Tokoyami and Denki with the guitar, Jiro and y/n also shared the vocals and Momo with the Keyboard.

Y/n was Having Fun seeing all her peers enjoying the show they put on but something was missing and she was desperately searching for a certain someone to watch the show. Mirio was there... But where was Tamaki?.

Y/n was having fun... Was... After finally confirming that Tamaki did not come to watch her mood immediately dampened.

She had been crushing on this 3rd year male from the very beginning and she did not try to hide it. In fact she would go try to catch him in any way, she'd flirt with him, court him, confess to him, give gifts to him but all the boy ever did was Shy away from her, he'd return her gifts and he'd even run away.

Even though y/n would either laugh it off or smile. It hurt pretty damn much. And now she was actually hoping he'd show up to atleast show that he cares but no he was not here.

Her heart dropped knowing fully well that he didn't care. And as their show finally ended. She had a blank expression plastered on her face making her classmates worry.

Because she was always expressive and smiling, her face always filled with emotions and her eyes lively and fiery. But now she looked different.

" Y/n-chan! Are you ok? " Mina was the first to ask and her classmates looked at her having the same question as the pink haired girl.

" Yeah I'm fine... I'm just tired " Y/n tried faking a smile but this time. It was too painful to do.

She was completely smitten for Tamaki.

" Bullshit, it's pretty clear that you aren't. And let's be honest here. When were you actually tired? Never. " Bakugou grumbled as y/n raised her brow gazing at the boy before shrugging her shoulders and walking away ignoring the calls of her classmates.

" Guys... Let's give her some time alone " That was the last comment she heard before she disappeared into the crowd.

She needed to get her mind off of things and what's the better way to do it than eating Takoyaki while watching the beauty pageant held by U.A.

Y/n was surprised to see Nejire senpai showing her talent , Nejire flying from above the ground. She looked beautiful but then y/n heard the familiar voice of the person she was searching for earlier.

" She looks like a fairy... Like this... So happy... And smiling brightly " Those exact words came from Tamaki who was standing beside her and she didn't notice.

Her eyes trailed up to Tamaki's eyed which were concentrated on Nejire's dancing figure and she couldn't believe it. The warmth and.... Love Tamaki's eyes showed while looking at Nejire was painful.

She wanted to do nothing but throw up all the food she consumed and bury herself under the ground. How could she be so blind? Of course Tamaki liked Nejire, He was close to her. They were friends while he and y/n are not, Nejire was powerful, Kind, Smart and very beautiful.

Y/n's heart felt like it had been stung by a thousand needles and she wanted to cry but somehow the tears refused to come out.

After a few moments of Tamaki looking at Nejire he felt someone looking at him and he tried looking around to see who it was and when his eyes landed on a pair of E/c orbs his heart jumped.

Oh no, is he gonna get jumped again by this clingy yet adorable Kohai?.

" Y-y-y/n! " Tamaki stammered jumping back as he strare back at y/n who gave him an unreadable expression.

He was expecting the usual, with y/n clinging onto him and flirting with him till his face turns as red as a tomato but to his shock she just turned around and left.

He was frozen in place. He couldn't comprehend what happened to that girl he began to feel anxious.

' Does she hate me?.... Shouldn't that be good she'll finally leave me alone... Wait someone hating me isn't good!... But.. Why am I so bothered by it? ' he silently thought to himself.

He watched the retreating figure of y/n and he suddenly had a powerful urge to grab her and pull her back .

Meanwhile, y/n who was walking away from the show was about to burst in tears but she slapped herself chanting more than a hundred times that she shouldn't cry.

So she stood strong and sucked it up. Wiping a small droplet of tears that was threatening to spill at any moment.

Maybe it's for the better. She'll find someone else... Hopefully. For now she should try to forget about him and move on. Act like she doesn't know him.

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After that Day everything changed which got everyone questioning.

' What's wrong with y/n?'

She became a little distant and cold it was hard to believe but still, she did show unconditional care and love for her classmates but everyone couldn't help but worry since she never seemed to say anything and if one of them asked, she'd change the subject or walk away like she didn't hear anything.

What shocked them the most was how she had been Avoiding Their senpai, Tamaki like he was the plague or something. Usually she'd be seen hanging with them during lunch or walking with Tamaki during break time but now she isn't. During lunch she sat with the Izuku squad, when she passed by The Big three she'd either take a detour or pretend like she didn't see them in the first place.

Tamaki, Tamaki was conflicted, he was so confused, he felt like his heart was eating him up only to spit it out again, he felt like there was something gone something he longed, something he missed. And he knew it was y/n. He was gloomier than normal and Every time he sees y/n through the halls his heart swells up expecting her to run at him and hug him... Tell him she likes him but no. That's not what happened, what happened was that she avoided him , she ignored him and she pretended like she didn't know him.

And he never knew it hurt this bad he felt so upset he wanted to bang his head on the wall and cry his pain out.

What did he do wrong though?, what got her so worked up to treat him like this? that she made it so painful for him?. Didn't she say she loved him? Then where was all that affection now? Where was that attention she used to shower him with?. Where was his y/n? The one that loved him?.

Did she find someone else? Does she not want him anymore? Did she finally notice that He's not worth her time? Is she finally going to leave him?.

Is This how she felt when Tamaki ignored her? When he ran away from her because his heart couldn't handle so much love knowing he can't hold back for any longer and just kiss her. If this is how it felt like he didn't want it! He wanted her back.

Those negative thoughts were what occupied Tamaki's mind and he never noticed the small droplets of tears trailing down his cheeks that Made Mirio and Hado panic.

" What's wrong Amajiki? " Hado asked and Tamaki couldn't help but muttered his worries.

" .... She doesn't love me Anymore "

" You mean y/n? Nonsense she probably didn't notice you walking by" Mirio tried to comfort his friend but it was no use, He just wanted y/n back.

" For a whole month?.... She didn't notice us for a whole month? She never came to our classroom or ate with us anymore... She didn't wait or approach me down the halls. She didn't even spare me a glance " Tamaki muttered and Mirio was honestly surprised to hear his friend utter a sentence without Stuttering.

This was serious. And somehow they needed to fix this. For Tamaki.

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" Ok Class, We'll be training with the Big 3 for the next Week because they'll be grading you based on what they have observed " Aizawa sensei announced and the whole class was hyped. Well most of them.

There was a specific girl who did not appreciate this at all.

And she was y/n.

The big three were standing infront of them with Mirio and Nejire Flashing worried glances at Tamaki.

Tamaki had his eyes on y/n who refused to acknowledge his existence and it hurt so bad.

When she finally did look at him. For the first time in forever he actually had the courage to smile and wave at her but y/n kept a cold facade ignoring his wave and smile and all she did was look back to her side and ignore him.

That action was noticed by everyone in the room.

Even Aizawa sensei who usually acted tough and uncaring was worried for his student because she was acting really out of character.

He questioned her classmates about it and they started explaining what they had noticed and observed too and honestly he hated seeing even One of his children like this and on cue the big 3 but mostly Mirio and Nejire tried to convince him to let the three of them train his students but he knew fully well that it was so Y/n and Tamaki could interact.

He wasn't against the idea since he wanted the same y/n back also.

So he asked permission from principal Nezu who didn't mind the idea at all and it led to this .

" Now each member of the big three will be given an assistant and I'll personally be the one to assign them. Uraraka you'll be Nejire's assistant, Midoriya you'll be Mirio's and Amajiki your assistant will be Y/n--" Aizawa sensei was cut off by y/n who clearly didn't like the idea.

" What? No!... I mean... Pick another assistant... I'm not good at being One " Y/n knew her excuse was lame but that's the best she could do.

However, Her denial made Tamaki Dizzy with nervousness with all the insecurities coming back a pained expression painted on his face as he stared at y/n who stood her ground.

Mirio rubbed Tamaki's Back while whispering.

" It's gonna be ok. You still have a week "

" Well sorry but it's been decided. If you want to back out because you can't handle it then do it but you'll have a failing grade if you do " Aizawa didn't mean to threaten his student but this has gone far enough. She's turning into a cold heartless girl. And he didn't like that.

" Fine.... I'll Do it... " Y/n muttered looking down on her desk.

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3 Days had passed and Tamaki was nowhere near successful. He never knew that y/n could be this cold. If he knew he would never have made her mad in the first place.

Her words stung and it hurt so much he had to hide in the bathroom for an hour to calm down and convince himself that it's fine and that she didn't mean it but she was brutal with her words.

She did a pretty good job not talking to him though and it was extremely hard to even get her to look at him.

He was starting to lose hope, he was planning on a hundred ways of apologizing but somehow none of them were ever successful.

He has two days left to find out and this time he was more than determined to do so.

Aizawa was kind enough to assign him and y/n to clean up the gym after training and still y/n didn't even talk to him. Not even once.

" Y-You K-know y-you're really pretty... Today " Tamaki complimented earning another cold silence from the girl.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He grabbed her arm, turned her around and clung onto her. His arms wrapping around her very being along with y/n's arms restraining her.

Y/n had no idea Tamaki was this strong... No wonder he's part of the big three but that isn't the point right now.

" Let me Go! " Y/n yelled as she began squirming.

" No! " Tamaki yelled back and that only made y/n more violent, wiggling and kicking as much as she could. She kinda felt bad when she heard Pained Grunt from Tamaki.

" D-Do... You Hate me that M-Much? W-what did I Do? " Tamaki's voice was hoarse and broken and then y/n noticed how he was looking at her with big eyes and there running down his cheeks.

" .... " She was speechless.

" Please Answer me... And... And... And I'll finally ... L-leave you alone " Tamaki practically begged as more tears spilled out of his eyes.

" ... Why are you doing this exactly? " Y/n asked and Tamaki slowly let go of her and he kneeled down on the ground unable to contain his emotions. The crippling anxiety attacks he had whenever he felt a powerful surge of emotions slap him the face.

" I-I Love you " He managed to choose out between sobs.

" Really? Don't you Like Nejire? When I was chasing you.. You ran away from me... On the School Festival... I was hoping you'd watch our show but you didn't... I looked for you everywhere and now you say that? Don't lie to me... I heard your comment about Nejire... You managed to watch her show but... Why not ours?.... " This time it was y/n's turn to have tears falling down her soft cheeks as she covered her mouth with the back of her hand to prevent any sobs to escape her lips.

" I d-d-don't like her like that! I thought I should be happy that you're gone but I'm not! I'm miserable! And that D-D-Day at the School festival.... I-I thought of you as a friend but it got me thinking... W-Why would I buy you a custom made bracelet if I only liked you as a friend!?... I didn't manage to watch the show because... I was working extra shift at F-Fatgum's stall to pay for the bracelet I b-bought you.... The reason why I stood beside you during the pageant was because I wanted to give it to you... But y-you walked away before I even had the chance to!... T-Then I finally understood my feelings... Why I made is much effort to design the bracelet myself and have it custom made... It was because I love you!... A-And you started avoiding.... M-M-Me... You started pushing me away and ignoring me... It hurts! It really hurts! I-I though you found someone else... I thought you thought I was pathetic! I t-thought you f-finally r-r-realized that you could do so much better at picking g-guys who aren't me... I had so much negative thoughts running through my head... B-Because I was so scared of l-losing you... " Tamaki forced himself to say how he really efly without stuttering but it was no use. He couldn't help it with all the sobs caught in his throat.

Y/n was speechless then her heart started clenching in pain, her heart dropped to her stomach seeing how much pain she caused him. Realizing How terrible she had been.

One time out of worry she actually went inside the boy's bathroom only to hear Tamaki hyperventilating inside. She was so worried she asked mirio to check on him.

She couldn't help the tears cascading out of her eyes that were red and puffy.

She looked down at Tamaki who was clutching his hand on his chest choking on his own sobs.

She felt so horrible. She sat down infront of him towards her and pressing her lips against his shutting him off. He sobbed in between the kiss but nonetheless he shyly kissed back with tears running down his face. The same with y/n who had tears on her eyes as well.

When she finally pulled back her forehead was pressed against his as she stared at him with loving eyes.

Those eyes.... He missed that... He craved that. The way she looked at him with so much love without judgement.

" You Dumbass.... I don't need a fancy Bracelet... I just wanted you... Nothing could compare to You.... Your simple presence is enough to make me happy... That day... I just wanted you.. And you should know that.... I love you... I'd pick you any day over some fancy bracelet " Y/n smiled and Tamaki who was rendered speechless at what she said crawled closer towards her to connect his lips with hers once again this time he had the courage to dominate the kiss.

He pulled back abruptly as he wrapped his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder .

" I-I just... W-Wanted you to see... I'm capable... Of giving you things other guys give their g-girlfriends... " Tamaki whispered making y/n chuckle.

" Really tamaki? I wouldn't pick some random rich bastard off the streets... I want my adorable elf boy " Y/n teased as she blew a puff of air against Tamaki's Ear making him shudder as he backed away. His face turning red.

" D-Don't T-Tease " He whimpered as he fished for something in his pocket.

And then he pulled out a Jade bracelet with y/n carved on it and surrounding it were small diamonds.

" Tama... You didn't have to... It's beautiful " Y/n muttered as Tamaki took her hand sliding the bracelet on her wrist.

" I... You deserve better " Tamaki mumbled.

" Yes I deserve better " Y/n stated and tamaki looked up at her his ears twitching in fear expecting her to take it off but instead she had her arms wrap around his neck giving him a peck on his lips.

" Because "

" I Deserve You "

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cottoncandy-jester · 3 years

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✨Lie down darling it's time for a dream✨

Faking it pt 2(mom squad)

Thought i would do a part two except with the mom squad cause...yeah i like the thought of this scenario plus yaku makes my heart race

This is very much 18+ also like before reader is a girl

Sugawara koushi

Okay so starting with sugamama

he knows something isn't quite right when you guys do it mostly cause he knows your body

He knows your soft spots and little twitches during climax

Hell he knows the exact moan you maie when cumming

He is the type to catch you redhanded

Like when you guys do it and you claim to cum

He just stares at you for a looong time before giving you a look that just oozes with "you sure bout that?"

Honestly he is pretty upset that you would just lie right infront of him

He calls you out and when you try to come up with some excuse he doesn't want to hear it

"c-cumming! A-ah koushi!"

Your loud whine and arching of your back made the male above you grunt lowly as he cummed inside you but something wasn't quite right. There was no tight clenching feeling around his cock and the way you looked under him made him question the words that just spilled from your lips

"you came?"

His question made you shudder as you looked into his eyes only to see darkness staring back at you, he was dead serious and it was a little scary. As you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned up kissing his lips quickly a soft laugh escaped you

"of course I did koushi! What a weird question"

Your playful tone made him relax but something still wasn't right, he knew your body almost better than you did. He knew what you having an orgasm felt like and that did not feel like that, as he stared at you a feeling of embarrassment and pain flooded him at the thought of you faking an orgasm, was he that bad at sex now?

"sweetie, did you fake that orgasm?"

He noticed how pale you got from just a question and that was the evidence he needed to confirm his thoughts. Without thinking the male rocked his hips now slamming deep into you earning a shocked gasp from your lips.

"k-koushi what ar-"

"shhhh I'm going to make you cum, then we can talk about this but for now I need to see you at least squirt so it seems we are going to be here a while"

Akaashi keiji

He likes to think that you enjoy having sex with him

He doesn't brag or anything but he feels confident in his sex life

You never complained to him so he didn't think anything was weird

Sure sometimes your moans sound a little overdramatic and weird at times but maybe it's cause you really like it

One day after a session and a ton of aftercare he decided to jump into the shower

You two normally shower together but today you two decided to take separate showers

You were desperate for the orgasm that keiji failed to give you so you figured you would use a toy while he showers

You were not expecting to be caught

A shaky sigh escaped you as you shoved the toy deeper inside, the vibrating feeling driving you close to climax. You felt a little bad for telling keiji that you cummed when you really didn't but you honestly didn't want to hurt his pride so you would usually just make yourself cum afterwards when you're alone.

"so close, ah..I'm going to cum"

Your needy little whines that escaped you only got louder but before you could even do anything someone gripped your wrist tightly, you flinched only to be face to face with akaashi who had a curious Expression.

He slowly pulled the toy out of you before dropping it on the floor. He honestly didn't know what to think, you two just had sex and you were using a sex toy right after either you were still horny or not satisfied

"tell me, what exactly are you doing?"

You glanced down to see the male was still a little wet from the shower, you must have been too busy to notice the shower stopping and him getting out. A gulp came from you as you decided to confess the truth

"i-im sorry keiji, I didn't quite cum so I decided to just-"

"tell me you did and handle it yourself? That's quite rude. As your partner you should tell me these things"

His tone was brimming with pain as a large sigh came from him and he settled between your legs his tongue now trailing along your thigh.

"guess I have to make you cum over and over until I feel better about this"

You looked down and could see the light smirk on his face and honestly that scared you. You two spent the next hour fucking so hard that you were sobbing and shaking

Iwaizumi hajime

Okay so it takes him a while to find out

You keep it a secret pretty good

You two don't really talk about sex much except for when you want to try a new kink

Oikawa thought it would be funny to get you drunk and make you spill all your secrets

He learned your breast size, your favorite songs, and another interesting secret

"h-hajime is always sooooo busy and we barley fuck it's sooo awful"

Oh? Yes do tell more you drunk cutie

"then when we do have sex he has his moments where he just can't hit it right..ughhh I have to fake it sometimes..isn't that the worst tooru?"

Oikawa is SHOCKED

And offended like iwa chan how you neglect this poor girl of her proper needs

The idiot talks to iwaizumi the next day telling him everything

Iwaizumi is not pleased no he's pissed that you went to oikawa and blabbered about how unhappy you are

Jealousy is quick to set in and before you know it you find yourself in the back seat of iwaizumi's car facing his wrath

"did you tell shittykawa so he can fuck you? You think he can fuck you better than me?"

Iwaizumi's harsh tone as he pumped two fingers in and out of your wet cunt watching your body writhe in pleasure again the leather seats.

He had asked you out on a date but during the date he was cold and distance the entire time and you just realized why. The male pulled back only unbuckle his pants whipping his hard cock out as he looked down at you with a look of pure rage before he took out his phone and started to record you

"you're gonna soak these car seats with your juices and prove to shittykawa that I'm enough for you"

You two fucked for hours and when done iwaizumi sent the video to oikawa with zero explanation.

Yaku morisuke

Okay for this one yaku is a little mean but...I mean it's yaku.

Okay so yaku is terrifying when angry

You honestly didn't even mean to fake it the first time but he didnt catch it and you were way too scared to say anything

After your third time faking you were wondering what to do

He is really good at sex but there are just some times where he doesn't quite hit the mark

Like the dumbass you are you asked lev for advice

Lev honestly said to just talk to him but you decided you rather die than do that

So lev did it for you- AND BOY

You hummed as you cut up carrots for the curry you were making for dinner while yaku was gone, you definitely wasn't expecting him to show up early and by the slam you heard you can guess that he was very upset.

Before you could turn around you felt arms wrap around you locking you in place, a hand swiftly reached and gropes your breast. You tensed before glancing back and seeing angry eyes glaring at you

"h-hey, sweetie what's-"

"so, I can't make you cum huh? That's what you think yeah? What did you and lev laugh behind my back about it?"

His tone was sharp as he calmly reached past you to turn the stove off before pushing you against the counter bending you over it and quickly exposing your already wet pussy with a low growl

"fuck you, fuck both you and lev for making a damn fool of me."

When you tried to speak he simply wrapped a hand arounf your throat before giving it a firm squeeze while his other hand quickly released his cock from his pants.

"shut the hell up, do you know how fucking embarrassing it is to hear that you told lev that you faked an orgasm or two with me? Damn it that really sucks to hear but I suppose it makes sense"

Yaku lined himself up before shoving himself inside you with little to no warning, he pulled you back against his chest his hand still around your throat as he started to mercilessly fuck you in the kitchen.

"it's fine, just means I gotta break you a little..all you're going to think about is how good I make you feel. I'll make sure to make up for those times you didn't cum by making you cum all over the floor, you'll be my littlw dumb cock whore once I'm fucking done with you"

Yaku did make good on his statement and fucked you while whispering filthy words and Insults in your ear til you started to cry. You wounded his ego so it was only normal for him to be your self esteem just a little bit.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #akaashi keiji #sugawara koushi #hajime iwaizumi #yaku morisuke

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the-bloodycircle-cb · 4 years

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𝙏𝙒: 𝙈𝙐𝙍𝘿𝙀𝙍, 𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿, 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃, 𝘿𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝘿𝙀𝙋𝙄𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙑𝙄𝙊𝙇𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙍 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙋𝙔𝙋𝘼𝙎𝙏𝘼 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙎

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𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮, 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾?❞

It was a warm Sunday evening in a quaint little suburban area. The sun peeked over the fluffy clouds, golden rays spilling onto the red shingles of the roofs.

A young boy- somewhere in his teens- was skipping with joy down the sidewalk, clutching a clear plastic bag in his hands. He had waited incredibly long for this day, saving up his allowance to finally purchase the very thing he's been eyeing for almost three months now.

"I can't believe I finally got the collector's edition of Majora's Mask! This thing is antique~!" He chirps to himself, watching the game cartridge jiggle around in the plastic bag.

The walk back home took no less than five minutes, kicking off his shoes and making his presence known to his mother. He was quick to shower and have dinner before rushing back upstairs, already done his homework in advance so he could finally game in peace.

Throwing his hood over his head, he inserts the cartridge into his Nintendo GameCube he got two Christmases ago, grinning when it goes in easily.

"Finally, I hope the game doesn't lag. I spent all my pocket money on this shit, it's old but still playable." He mutters to himself, remembering the words from the antique shopkeeper earlier that day.

The smile that spreads across his face at the sight of the game loading successfully was filled with excitement and relief, clicking on a new slot before pressing play.

“Huh. There's a few glitches in this thing.. heh, must be the age. It did come from the early 2000s.” He snickered, getting used to the controls of the game.

A few hours passed and it was late into the night now when the male began to feel uneasy. He had passed through a few locations in the map and he felt as if something was watching him play. But that was impossible, his parents were sleeping and he was the only child.. it should definitely be impossible, shouldn't it?

He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand when he finally found the source of his anxiety in the dimly lit room. Eyes widening by a few fractions, he stared at the pixelated character in the background of the screen, blinking in disbelief.

“Is that... The Elegy of Emptiness statue of Link?” He sputters, watching as the pixels shift around, as if reacting to his words.

His fingers shook a little as he held the controller in his hands, chewing on his bottom lip.

“This must be like.. an easter egg or something, right? Yeah, haha, definitely. It's like.. and extra companion.”

The teen thinks to himself, feeling himself calm down at the thought. He disregards the way the statue continues to slink through the map with him, resuming his gameplay.

Things seemed to have calmed down, the male sinking back into his gamer zone but deep down in his stomach he could feel fear bubble. Ever since his revelation the dialogues that he encountered kept glitching, some of the words too pixelated to make out and some even being changed to words like “why?” and “stop”.

He doesn't let the goosebumps stop him though, pushing the sight of the uninvited visitor to the back of his mind as his fingers pressed the buttons to move his character.

But then, things.. went terribly wrong.

“Ah finally, now if I cross this I'm pretty sure I'll get to the other cliffside. Just walk down the bridge and I'll arrive at the next town!” He chirped to himself, eyeing the digital clock on his bedside.

01:34 a.m.

Right as he stepped foot on the long bridge, he heard it. The change of soundtrack from the normal roaming one to a more.. unnerving one. The teen's eyes searched around the screen, unable to find the statue anymore.

“That's funny.. it was there a few minutes ago.” He mutters to himself, continuing to move down the bridge. The music picked up, sharp notes piercing his ears as he watches the pixel water below churn and glitch.

He continues to feel uneasy, breath hitching in his throat when he spots a text box pop up under the Link character. Eyebrows furrowed, he felt ice cold fear wash over him despite being wrapped in a blanket. The text glared at him in the darkness of his bedroom as he jumped when his clock ticked.

02:00 a.m.

“You shouldn't have done that.”

A cold voice rasps, the sound grainy and distorted as it resonates through the headphones he was wearing. He almost screamed, unable to move his fingers to click the next dialogue.

But he didn't have to.

The next text box appeared by itself, again with the same glitchy letters and the same cold, disembodied voice.

“How foolish of you to have continued playing even after knowing there was something wrong with the game. How desperate are you youths to play this wretched game?”

His words couldn't seem to exit his mouth, being stuck in his throat when he froze up in absolute terror. He doesn't know what was going on, who was talking to him? Were these dialogues supposed to be apart of the game?

“You look absolutely terrible, did I scare you? I was waiting for you to finally realize it, take a guess what music is currently playing.”

Without needing to move, he saw his laptop screen lit up from his desk, eyes flying to stare at it in shock. He got up with shaky hands, staring at the game file before falling back onto his bottom.

DROWNED.wmv

He scrambled back to his GameCube, seeing no more glitchy dialogues but his own character nowhere to be seen. He blinks, gasping when he sees he statue yet again, this time it seemed to have his Link avatar in its grasps, dragging it over to the water's edge.

It took him too long to finally process what was happening, and it only hit him full force when he heard the first piercing scream. It was that of a young boy, fearful and pleading as he cried bloody murder. The teen's eyes could only stare helplessly as he watches Link kick and squirm in his statue's grasp, the sound of the struggle evident over the music.

“LET ME GO LET ME GO LET ME GO.”

He fell back in horror when the statue pushed Link's head down into the river, hearing the drowned out screams coming from the still alive Link as he's forced to take the water down his lungs.

The male finally found the courage in him to stand up and make a run for it, right as Link's lifeless body starts floating down the river.

Then again, he was too late.

Right as his fingers touched the doorknob he was flung back to the floor by an unseen entity, groaning in pain. He had hit his head on the desk side, swimming through consciousness and unconsciousness when he felt it.

Drip

He looked up, about to scream when he had his mouth covered, the man above him giggling from the terrified look on his face. He had no visible eyes to be seen, only pure black voids of his eye sockets and a single red dot as his pupil. What was more unnerving though, was the sight of him seemingly crying with the tears dripping down his cheeksn

And those tears were blood.

The man dragged his limp body to the GameCube, a small flash of light before he no longer felt the carpet of his floor. Instead, he felt cold damp grass underneath his body, looking up to see the moon shining.

His assailant had brought him into the game. He was transported straight into Majora's Mask.

“Y'know, I expected some more struggle from you. Are you just gonna stay there and let me drag you all the way before the inevitable happens?"

The male could only attempt to toss and turn as he was dragged by the legs, finally orienting himself to struggle once he hears the rush of the river a few feet away.

The teen finally screamed, he screamed and kicked and flailed and tried as hard as he could to free himself.

But did he really think his captor would let that happen?

“Aha, now this is more entertaining~ You remind me of myself, far back from now. I was here too, struggling and screaming for my life. But who came for me?”

His eyes grew cold, brushing the bloodied tears away. “No one.”

With that, his assailant tossed him into the river, gripping him by the hair. The man's hair shimmered to an almost silver in the moonlight, though streaks of gold were highlighted by the dim lighting. The teen let out another plead, clawing at the man's fingers to free himself only to elicit another giggle.

“You're funny when you beg.”

SPLASH

He started to flail again, screaming as he feels his lungs burn. He kept struggling, and with every struggle more water enters into his mouth and nose. He screams and screams and screams, the music of DROWNED.wmv getting louder and louder until it stopped.

Yuta hummed, finally loosening his grip on the boy's hair. He watches his lifeless body float down the river in a similar fashion to when he ‘killed’ Link just now, a satisfied grin on his face.

The next thing you know, the mother would go to wake her son up only to find an empty bedroom. It would be classified into one of the many missing children cases, remaining unsolved, forever. No sign of any struggle, no windows opened and nothing out of the ordinary. The only exception was the GameCube, the screen now completely pitch black with a text box in distorted letters.

“You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?”

𝓑𝓔𝓝 𝓓𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷𝓮𝓭! 𝓝𝓪𝓴𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓸 𝓨𝓾𝓽𝓪

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verobatto · 4 years

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Destiel Chronicles

Vol. XLI

It was a love story from the very beginning.

I Want You Here

(9x02/9x03 2nd part/9x04/9x05)

Hello my friends! This is the second Destiel meta from season 9.

We are gonna talk about how Dean was worried about Castiel and he wanted him in the bunker ... Obviously we will talk about how their reunion was cocklblocked by Zeke (Gadreel).

I want to say thank you to my friend @agusvedder she made the gifs for this meta! Love ya girl!

Let's start...

Human!Cas and sex

In episode 9x03, Castiel ended at the street, frozen, under the rain and hungry.

That's when April appears, showing him kindness, she offered him a jelly and peanut butter sandwich. I know it has to be the most delicious food in the world for this hungry poor ex angel, and also the representation of human's kindness.

But Castiel was deceived by this woman/reaper.

She showed him good actions, she took are of his wounds... She even listened him...

He felt comfortable with her, because she made him believe in her. Castiel opened his heart and confessed why he had ended like this... He talked about vanity, now, after his fall, he understood a lot of things...

Sorry... I just... Was drooling a little over Misha's perfection....

I'm back now.

APRIL: Well, all patched up, but, God, your delts are in knots. You got to relax.

Yeah, bitch, any excuse is a good excuse to touch our beautiful angel, right? 😒

CASTIEL: Ah, it's all new to me. Hunger. Cold. This feeling, being all alone.

APRIL: You're not alone tonight.

Aaaand you know what happens next.

But let's just stop in Castiel's words... He was feeling alone, a very cold sensation he wasn't use to. He was always that self secure angel, not needing anyone to do anything. And now, feeling the most sad side of humanity, our miseries, he feels a lot of things... But one of them was LONELINESS. (I just can't forget season 14 when he recalls this and said to Jack HE WASN'T ALONE, HE HAD SAM, DEAN AND HIMSELF, I just love his improvement.)

He had sex with April, when she lied to him. And not just that, but she began to torture him and she even killed him. It was a horrendous violent act and Castiel was exposed to that.

Next scene was Dean and Sam arriving... But it was too late...

The despair in Dean's face is eloquent. He is desperate, his voice cracked, and he's touching Castiel's shoulder and face. His Express changes when he realizes Cas is dead.

But we know what happened next, Zeke/Gadreel saves Cas to win more confidence from Dean.

Now... Let's continue with the sex over here...

The burritos scene is a classic between Destiel shippers because it's sexual innuendo and Dean's blatant facial expressions. And we had jealous!Dean too.

This had been analyzed by a lot of meta writers, so I won't add any new, because it was obvious that when Castiel came out from the shower ...

A very horny Dean imagining his hot "buddy" enjoying the water falling over his well formed naked body, and there you have that face there. Just for our inquisitive and attentive eyes... Why the camera would focus Dean and not Sam after the shower line? Because Dean is affected by that... And that's why we got that quote from the hunter, suggestively bitting the burrito (may a say a dick mirror? 🤣🤣) "It ain't all just burritos and burritos, my friend," like... There's dicks too, may I show you?

Dean feels more free to make this kind of approaches to Castiel, because he knows the boundary that was there separating them for being more, is gone now. Cas wasn't an angel anymore. And maybe Dean could teach him some about sex life.

Then, the scene switched to jealous!Dean when Castiel mentioned April.

Look at this, a very classic, we love this, that's why I will talk about it, even if you readed a lot of references... We are Destiel trash and we love it...

Watch... Cas says he had sex, Sam and Dean are surprised, but both of them reacts differently. Sam grimaced an UH! And immediately drifts his eyes to his brother, why? Because he wants to caught his brother's reaction, why?, Because he suspects his brother feels something more than just friendship for Castiel.

And Dean chocking with that burrito, hilarious, his serious and jealous face is fantastic, like if he was scolding Castiel for that, he even points at him "You had sex with April?" Is like YOU CHEATED ON ME?

Just for a few seconds, because, is good, is good for Castiel. He isn't a Virgen anymore... So he had tasted having sex like any human? That's a good thing!

Dean is proud and happy to have Cas there. Happy because maybe he will have an opportunity with Human!Cas who already had had sex with another human. Like... Possibilities are huge!

Obviously we had Zeke/Gadreel cockblocking the possibilities.

Not comfortable with the L word and ...

Let's jump a little to episode 9x02, at the beginning, Dean and Sam were talking about Cas, they were waiting still for him to arrive, Dean tried to show himself cool, saying Cas was a big guy.

But when the episode keeps going, we ha d a very important encounter between Dean and Abaddon. The dialogue was a foreshadow of Demon!Dean plot.

Abaddon wanted Dean's body to use it like meat suit.

She even asked...

ABADDON: It can get worse. Trust me. 'Cause once I'm on top, I'll make you watch. And I'll use your body. Have you ever felt an infant's blood drip down your chin? Or listened to a girl scream as you rip her guts out? Because you will. It's you and me, lover. We'll have a grand old time.

The infant blood just recalled to when Dean, with Cain's mark, killed the boy from the Steins family in the bunker.

But after this, we had Zeke/Gadreel saving the day, and this dialogue between them...

Dean is uncomfortable with the use of LOVE word. Maybe bc he isn't used to talk about it, or feel it. Or because his toxic masculinity, doesn't leave him to talk about it. So is a uncomfortable word, and it shows in his face.

In 9x04, after Dean kicked out Cas from the bunker, I will talk about this later (no, I didn't forget 🤣), Sam was confused about that fact, and the brother had a tiny conversation over it... And Dean said this important lines...

HE WANTS CASTIEL IN THE BUNKER WITH HIM, MORE THAN ANYONE, MORE THAN SAM OBVIOUSLY, BECAUSE SAM AND CAS ARE JUST FRIENDS, BUT FOR DEAN, CASTIEL IS MORE THAN FAMILY, HE IS IN LOVE WITH CAS AND HE IS DISAPPOINTED AND SAS BECAUSE HE CAN'T HAVE HIM THERE, WITH HIM. And because he had wished to be more than friends, maybe physically, now than they didn't have any attachments or restrictions to do that.

Later, on the same episode, we will see Charlie and Dean in his room, and Charlie noticing this...

Okay, this is very exppsitional for Bi!Dean over here... Because Charlie (as always) is pointing that he has that collection of boobs but... He... Like... This isn't the real you.

And Dean says... Don't judge me.

Perfect my friends... I loved it.

And because Dean is still in the closet, as we saw with Charlie and the whole toxic masculinity, in 9x05 Dog Dean Afternoon, we had this piece of dialogue from the one talking dog, the Yorkie.

YORKIE: Ohh, a – a cowboy hat, leather pants. The dude's a total closet case.

Okay this reference is applicable to Dean too! Even in that freaking episode... We had a couple of things...

The Sad Destiel Scene

Okay, before ending this meta, I want to talk briefly about Dean kicking out Castiel from the bunker, because to me, it was a manipulation from Zeke, but it was a tool to keep Cas and Dean separated and create a little fight an resentment between them... Because the drama and everything... 😒

But we'll the scene is very sad, because CAS even made it word saying this...

My sweet little ex-angel there... He even pull back a chair for Dean... He likes to talk with Dean... He's such a cute and sweet and educated little ... Awwwww but he didn't know his heart was about to be ripped apart.

Look at his face!!!!!!!!!! Was Dean breaking his heart or what? Damn...

Okay... Circular narrative in which in season 8 Dean was in one sided love and Cas broke his heart, now in season 9 is in reverse. Castiel aknowledged by now his feelings, so I suspect he recognized his attraction to Dean was love. But... Now... Dean is kicking him off from the bunker... Without a good reason... Lying to him.

Can I die here... I won't bother you...

More Demon!Dean foreshadow (Miscellaneous)

I just wanted to out here two things I noticed...

In episode 9x04 we had a two man of letters from the past. They were partners and they were Sam and Dean mirror. One of them under the witch's powerful spell, tried to kill to Sam's mirror, and this was a foreshadow for Demon!Dean plot again, that time when he was trying to kill Sam in the bunker too.

Another little detail was what the monster said in episode 9x05 when he was fighting with Dean.

CHEF LEO: Well, I didn't mean to kill anyone – at first. But if people got in my way, they became collateral damage. Guess you eat enough predators, you start to become one. You are what you eat, right? [laughs]

This is a reference to Dean future transformation into a monster (with Cain's mark on him) and later into a Demon. The hunter that becomes what he hunts.

To Conclude:

Castiel's innocence and despair leads him to April, the reaper that deceives him by taking advantage of his human situation.

Dean wanted Cas to be with him in the bunker because he knew Human Cas and him could have maybe an opportunity to develop something more than just friendship.

Toxic Masculinity in Dean is manifested through a lot of piece of dialogues, showing us how hard will be for him to defeat that... Persisting till now... I hope not for too long. I guess episode 15x07 was very important to show us that toxicity is ending, and the whole Healing!Dean plot in season 14.

There were too some foreshadows for Demon!Dean and Cain's mark.

I hope you enjoy this one, see you in the next Chronicles!

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linkispink1995 · 4 years

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Better as friends (23) the facade crashes

Previously

Series Masterlist

Chapter warnings:language,drunkenness and Alison

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Steve's p.o.v

It had been a few weeks since Y/n and I's conversation and it also happened to be the last time Y/n and I spoke since whenever she'd drop Jackson off and pick hi up she'd be really quiet. I was starting to worry that it was maybe my fault , I knew that I shouldn't have asked her that but Alison being Alison continuously asked me that. Speaking of Alison she was now at the 5 month mark and by this time Y/n had a bump and an attitude and Jackson would move around and kick to the sound of voices but Alison so far had no bump unless she did and was just hiding it very well and never ever wanted to talk about the baby or her doctor's appointment. I felt like I was being so let in the dark with Y/n I'd roll my eyes and shrug the things off that she'd tell me and I definitely feel like this was payback. I couldn't belive it , I was scared I was missing thing or that some things just didn't add up , I was currently sitting at my cubicle at work stairing at the clock counting till I could go home. Alison wouldn't be home till late because it was her cousins bachelorette party and she'd be having to drive them since she couldn't be drinking anymore , except for her small glass of wine at night which I still wasn't sure to believe that or not. I had almost fallen asleep in my desk for the third time today when there was a phone call , I sighed before picking the phone up and answering "Hello this is Harrington-" I was cut off by a voice saying. "Yeah whatever listen we need to talk" it was my sister Polly , I sighed saying "I'm not talking to you" before I could hang up she added. "Are you dating Alison Martin" I sighed again saying "why" she responded saying "answer the question" I huffed saying "yeah I am why" Polly was silent before finally saying "do you remember when I was a junior and they put me in a dorm with a freshman" I rolled my eyes as she added. "Now do you remember how I said she was this rich and entitled mean girl who was always out partying and lied like a rug" I answered saying "yeah I remember you nagging about it" she responded saying "it was Alison". I rolled my eyes saying "Polly this is just sad okay stop calling" before she could respond I hung up the phone.

After the ridiculous phone call with Polly I came home to a dark and empty apartment I knew Alison was still out but usually she'd leave a light on. I entered the kitchen to grad a drink out of the fridge when I noticed a small take out box from some restaurant I didn't recognized maybe Alison went out to lunch but when I knew she had classes and a doctor's appointment. I shrugged that off before exiting the kitchen only to be stopped by a shopping bag in the trash and with closer examination I saw that a movie ticket stub was tucked in the bag. Again I brushed it aside thinking it was just paranoia that had been amplified by my phone call with Polly , after a shower and putting on warm close even though it was june the apartment was ice cold per Alison's request and I knew that when Y/n was pregnant that the word no wasn't one she liked . After settling on the couch I sat there before see there was a star wars marathon on tv , as the movie began to play I couldn't help but feel somewhat grateful that Alison wasn't home since I knew by now she'd turn the tv of and give me the speech about it rotting my brain or her speech about how nothing in star wars actually made sense. About half way through the empire strikes back I got up from my seat to open the cabinet above the fridge were I store (hid) away my junk food from Alison since shortly into are relationship she disposed all of mine and insisted from then on out she'd do the grocery shopping.

I awoke to the sound of the front door opening and practically slamming , I sat up to see the ending seen of return of the jedi was playing. I wiped some of the chip crumbs off of myself before hearing noise come from the kitchen , I entered to see Alison standing by the kitchen sink with a glass of water in hand. She was silent except for the small sounds of hiccups coming from her , I spoke saying "are you okay" she ignored me and instead began walking or should I say somewhat stumbling out of the kitchen before she finally spoke to me saying. "Goodnight" alchohol I smelt alcohol on her breath so strong I could almost taste it , I felt nauseous like my whole world had crashed down before I spoke saying "you lied to me" she turned before busting out into a strong laughter before she walked towards me with her finger placed on her mouth saying. "Shhhhh you can't tell Steve okay , it's a secret" she was so drunk she couldn't tell it was me I knew I had to confront her but I wanted to know what the secret was so I asked. "I won't tell him" she responded saying "I'm not pregnant" my heart fell as I began to feel nauseous before she added. "I don't know why I said it It just sorta fell out , but he believed it and I'm so screwed i have no clue what I'm gonna do". I felt my legs become uneasy at her confession as she continued "and I mean I just feel so bad you know he's a really nice guy he deserves someone who doesn't lie to him , he deserves someone who writes him these letters. You know he had someone like that , he had Y/n and you know what after all the stuff he's said to her Y/n still comes back just for that kid. Let me tell you something okay when I was his age my dad left and do you know when , he left on Christmas eve." My face fell in shock before saying "but Steve meet your dad" she chuckled again before saying "who Robert , Robert's my stepfather he's the only decent person in that family. My sister's a nightmare and I won't even get started on my mother , listen I'm tried I'm gonna to bed and don't tell Steve about are little talk." I ignored her words before as she entered the bedroom I didn't know what to do my instinct was to kick her out but I wasn't doing that to someone blackout drunk so instead I sat at the dinning room table to think until I knew I needed to talk to someone. It couldn't be Y/n because it was two thirty in the morning and God only knows what she'd be doing with Stewart. It couldn't be Robin since she left a few days ago to visit Helen up at school , Matt and Collen were definitely a no. I was blanking totally blanking until I knew the one person would wouldn't take my crap and would tell me how it is which is exactly what I needed right now.

I pulled into the parking lot of the hospital before walking in , I walked in before getting to the receptionist saying. "Hi I'm looking for Paige Walker" she nodded before I heard a voice say "Steve" I turned to see Paige in her scrubs before I said "can I talk to you". She huffed before saying "fine" after walking down a hallway to sit on a bench Paige spoke saying "whatever nonsense this is I will take Y/n's side cause you-" I cut her off saying "Alison is lying a being pregnant". Paige's face fell saying "oh Steve I'm sorry" I shrugged saying "whatever it's payback from how I've treated Y/n". She responded saying "you know you might've been a jerk and I'm just saying that word cause I'm at work right now but you never treated Y/n horribly when she was pregnant I mean you stayed there and-" I cut her off again saying "Paige did Y/n tell you I was there when Jackson was born". She nodded before I added "God she really is a good person I mean she must've told you the story she's told Jackson". Paige's face feel in shock before I added "I wasn't there when he was born , I wasn't there when my son took his first breath or opened his eyes for the first time , do you know how long it took for me to realize my son's eyes are brown". She frowned saying "oh my god she protected you from the group cause she knew we'd be mad" I nodded as she added "so why didn't you go to Y/n , why here". I sighed saying "didn't wanna bump into Stewart" she shrugged saying "why would you run into Stewart he's in Florida and they broke up you know that right" . I shook my head as she added "yeah it was mutual I guess" I frowned thinking that was what had Y/n so down these past couple week , why she was so quiet. I spoke again saying "thanks Paige" she nodded saying "sorry I didn't invite you to my wedding" I shook my head saying "don't be it's okay". Paige and sat there in silence before I added "and I really miss hanging out with you guys so-" this time I was cut of by Paige saying "make things right with Y/n and you can hang out with us" I nodded before saying "your right I know exactly what I have to do"

The following morning

It was the next morning and I was running on zero sleep except for that small nap I had during the movies last night. I was sitting at the dinning room table ready to talk to Alison like an adult , as soon as I got home from the hospital I took a seat exactly where I was and rehearsed exactly what I was going to say. My a millionth rehearsal was interrupted saying "don't worry I can hold my own hair up when I'm sick" I ignored her words as she entered the dinning room saying "what". I responded saying "you

Iied to me , to me the person who chooses your side over my own sons , the person who turned his back on his family for you the person who was actually excited to have a baby with you , but it isn't true. You lied to me Alison" she scoffed saying "I don't know what your talking about" I sighed saying "you know what drunk Alison just tells people how it is your not pregnant are you". She had a blank expression before she spoke saying "no I'm not I-" Alison stopped she completely blanked on words before I decided to ask another question. "Did you ever have a roommate named Polly Harrington" she silently added before I continued with my questions. "Did you steal the letter for Y/n , the letter meant for me , did you take it and did you read it". She silently nodded as I added "you know I didn't read it right" she scoffed saying "oh please you had that in your pocket and you don't want me to believe you didn't read it". I rolled my eyes before pulling a sheet of paper out of my pocket saying "you mean this" she nodded as I added "this is something I wrote for Y/n what did you think it was". She responded with "That's it Steve I can't take this anymore" I huffed saying "are you kidding me your upset .She rolled her eyes at my words saying "you Steve I'm upset with you" I huffed again saying "me what did I do , you faked a pregnancy and it doesn't just hurt me it hurts Jackson-" she cut me off saying. "That's it , it's all about the kid" I sighed saying "he's my son what do you want me to do". She then crossed her arms saying "choose" I shrugged in confusion as she added "it's either me or the kid , choose" I couldn't belive it , she sounded like I did when Y/n and I broke up and I then remembered what my mother said "sometimes we need to see someone make the same mistake to know that's what they were". That's when I knew the answer to Alison's question was "Jackson , Jackson Michael Harrington will come before anyone including myself and if you don't like it that's just to damn bad". Alison frowned saying "but I'm your girlfriend" I nodded as she added "and I love you" I nodded again saying "I know but-". She cut me off saying "no buts Steven I'm your-" it was my turn to cut her off saying "Steve my name is Steve not Steven okay" she huffed saying "I love you" I nodded before saying the words that were wanting to oze out of me , "and I love Y/n", her face then twisted into anger saying "excuse me" I nodded saying "I love Y/n" she then sighed saying "but-" I cut her off again saying. "Alison your a horrible person , you attacked Y/n several times , you turned me against my parents and my best friends but not only that you tried to get in between my son and I oh and am I forgetting something else yeah you pretended to be pregnant" before she could say anything else I added "we're done Alison".

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I'm going to help you, I promise [Branjie] - Anonymous

AN This is the same day Brooke opened up about her anxiety with showing her feelings to Ru. Vanjie comes to visit her after because she doesn’t talk the whole van ride home. The characters are real but the stories obviously aren’t. Pronouns change throughout just cause. TW for panic attacks and self harm.

Vanessa got in for the day, and quickly as she could showered and got in her sweats. Worried sick about Brooke she took no time in sneaking out of her hotel room and round. Luckily by this point security had lessened up, knowing that the girls wouldn’t try anything. As she climbed the stairs she to Brooke’s room above she thought of all the things that could be wrong. Was Brooke breaking it off? She couldn’t be surely, she initiated most of it.

As Vanessa got to Brooke’s door she listened to see if she could hear his familiar snores, not wanting to wake him. What she heard instead was a muffled sob, of someone who clearly doesn’t think there’s anyone nearby but know if they cry too loudly the next room will hear.

Knocking the door quietly Vanessa takes a deep breath. A minute passed, then a few more. Fuck it, she decided, opening the door anyway. What she found broke her heart. Brooke was sitting on the floor at the bottom of her bed in just her underwear clutching a pillow to her chest. Her knees tucked up into her, making the 6ft queen look so small. Her body shook with sobs as she tried to gasp for air. Vanessa tried to open her mouth, to say something to comfort her lover but no words seemed to form and all she could feel was shards of glass stabbing her in the chest.

Choosing actions over words Vanessa slowly sat down next to Brooke, and gently touched her arm to let her know she was there. Brooke instantly flinched, then relaxed as she looked up at who it was. Her face was red and blotchy, her chest rising and falling so fast she could’ve just run a marathon. Vanessa pulled her hand up to her chest and placed it on the cold flesh, “copy me baby.” But the more Brooke tried to breathe the harder it felt. Vanessa gave her time, before moving to sit directly opposite Brooke.

“Look at me.” She said softly, “I know it feels like you can’t breathe, and that this will never end but you’re going to be ok. You strong, amazing, beautiful man Brock. You’ve got this, keep trying for me. In.. and out..” Brooke kept trying, pushing through the burn in her lungs. “Well done baby, keep going.” Vanessa reassured her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Keep going.” After a few more minutes Brooke was nearly back to her normal state of breathing, and her tears were falling more gently. The sobbing had stopped and they sat in silence.

“Do you want to talk baby, or get into bed?” Brooke nodded. “Both?” She nodded again. Vanessa stood up first, and Brooke followed, pushing herself up way to quickly. The dizziness caused her to grab hold of the smaller boy, “sorry.” Vanessa smiled, glad that words were coming out of her mans mouth, “it’s ok, come on.” Vanessa let him lay down first, then slotted herself around him, pulling his head onto her chest. The arrangement looked cute at the top half of their bodies, but Vanessa’s feet stopped at Brooke’s calf. Still, Brooke was calm.

“What’s happened baby?” Vanessa asked, rubbing circles on his back to remind him that he is looked after and safe. “Panic attack.” “I know that, do you get them normally?” He nodded. “Usually Nina, or Courtney or someone stops them before they get that bad.” Brooke sighs. It breaks Vanessa even more to know that he’s been sat here on his own trying to fight the panic. “Medications in the red bag, always the first one at the top.” He whispered, making Vanessa feel guilty for that not being her first thought. He always has that red fannypack. “I’m so sorry baby I should have thought.” “No no, thank you. I don’t like taking it, makes me sleepy. No one ever stops them like you did then.” He confessed. Brooke feels so much calmer, almost sleepy. Usually Courtney would see him start to panic and quickly give him a pill, which would then make him feel very spaced out. He’d just want to sleep but it wouldn’t come to him, whereas now he could easily drop off in his lovers arms.

Vanessa sighs, and kisses Brooke, more for herself than him. She needed to know that he was ok, and if he’s kissing her then he must be getting back to normal. “Do you want to talk about what caused it?” Brooke dips his head instantly, wanting Vanessa to know everything, but in turn not wanting to burden him or scare him away. “If you want to know.” Brooke says quietly. “Baby I want to know everything about you, the good the bad and the ugly. Although there’s no ugly. But you get my gist.” Brooke chuckles.

“It was a bad day. But it wasn’t. Ru just made me panic earlier. I held it in all day but there’s only so long I can keep it in.” He sighed. “What did he say?” Brooke didn’t realise that Vanjie didn’t see him cry in the work room. “He asked me about my feelings and stuff. I just don’t like letting people in, especially if I know it’s being filmed.” Vanessa smiles at that, “you let me in sometimes.” Brooke sighs, “yeah, it’s cause I love you.” She leans up and kisses her, “I know. I love you too. So why didn’t you say anything? Or take your pills when you got in here.” Fuck, the question Courtney and Nina always ask. ‘Why don’t you take your pills if you know it’s gonna happen?’ Is always Courtney’s response when she sees any new injuries. Well Courtney, Brooke thought, I’d much rather hurt myself than numb it all out. “I usually fix it another way at home.” Brooke sighed. Vanessa furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to why she didn’t fix it this time. “How?” Fuck, Brooke thought, can I trust her? Of course you can stop being stupid. “I usually cut myself.” Vanessa lifts her hand to her mouth, taking in a sharp breath. “Brock what?” Vanessa’s eye’s tear up and she grabs Brooke’s hands, turning her arms over. “Where? Why?”

Vanessa start’s crying properly now, not a sobbing cry, a completely heartbroken quiet cry. “Not my arms, I couldn’t, have people see? No no. It stops the panic. I couldn’t find anything today.” She lifts her hands up and wipes Vanessa’s tears, “don’t cry for me Papi, please.” Vanessa looks up, trying to stop her tears. “I just wish I could help.” “You do help! No one has ever got it to stop like that, if I don’t have my medication or I haven’t hurt myself it just keeps going for hours till I pass out.” Vanessa forces a smile. “I’m never leaving your side then.” “You don’t have to watch me ok?” Brooke says. “Brooke Lynn, I will follow you around if it stops you hurting yourself. Can I see? Do I even want to see?” Brooke sighs, “You can, it’s not pretty.” If she doesn’t see she’ll always be curious, and it’s better to see it now that during something more intimate right. Brooke kicks the covers off of herself and sits up on her knees, exposing her thighs to Vanessa, who has never seen them. Brooke always goes behind the screen to pad and then leaves with her tights on covering them. The scars in the low light of Brooke’s room are more shadows, but you can see the individual bumps and the changes in colour from the new ones to the old ones. Vanessa tries not to gasp. “How long?” She asks, “since I was 15” Vanessa clings onto him, burying her head in his neck. “I’m going to help you I promise.” And for the first time, Brooke believes it.

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chapter thirty-seven (back at lars’ place)

November 6, 1988. Oswego, New York.

It's well after midnight by the time Lars brings us home, and at this point, some of the rain has morphed into snow. He bounds up to the driveway of my apartment complex and the headlights are showing big fat snowflakes amongst the drops of rain.

“Shit, man, I dunno if I can make it back to Rochester,” Lars confesses as he pulls up the front of the complex.

“Yeah, that road gets pretty scary when it snows,” Spence points out, “especially when we start getting the lake effect going.”

“Why don't you stay with Joe for the night, man?” Barney suggests.

“I am not doing that again,” he scoffs. “Between the ghosts and Joey kicking me in the back of the head, no way.”

As I take off the seat belt, I gesture into the backseat.

“Stay with Barney and Billy,” I tell him.

“With Barney and Billy?”

“Yeah. It's gonna get bad, dude.”

“We'll get a fire going,” Billy assures him.

“Yeah, and that bed's got clean sheets on it,” Barney adds.

“Trust us, man, it's gonna get bad,” I continue, not realizing that I raised my eyebrows at Lars. I lower them and brush my bangs out of my face.

“Alright. I'll drop you off, Spence, and then I will—go to you guys' place, and I'll call Marcia and Sonia and tell them what's up. And then Joey and I will—go on a mission in the morning.”

He flashes me a wink and that's when I climb out into the frigid bitter cold. I close the door and, using the light from the porchlights and careful not to slip and fall on my ass, I make my way to my apartment. I feel the snow sticking to my already wet hair and I have a chill running down the sides of my head, down my neck, and all the way down my spine.

I reach into my jacket pocket for my key and unlock the front door. I gasp once I step into my place.

It's chilly in here, but dry.

I shut the door behind me and round the couch to turn on the lamp. Golden light washes over me and without turning my head, I notice the big snowflakes clinging to my hair. I reach up to touch the sides of my head. Snow. Covered in snow. Already fully covered in snow.

“Mrs. Snow?” a girl's voice says from behind me. Careful not to make the snow touch my already cold face and neck, I slowly turn around to find Vera floating in from the hall. Her dark hollow eyes follow me even though I'm not moving.

“No, just—just me. Joey.” The cold is setting in and her being there is adding to it.

“Where's Mrs. Snow?” she asks me in a light, floaty voice.

“I—I—I dunno.”

She hangs there, and unbeknownst to her I am practically freezing my balls off here. She breathes out a heavy sigh before drifting away into fine wisps, and then into nothing. I'm still shivering but the cold isn't as intense anymore. Shuddering, I turn off the lamp and make my way down the hall to the thermostat.

I turn up the heat and duck into the bathroom for a shake of my head in the shower. The snow falls off of my hair into the floor of the shower: some of it hits me in the face but I'm getting it off of me with each shake. My jacket meanwhile is soaking wet and so once I straighten myself upright, I peel it right off and sling it over the curtain bar. I set my bath towel over my hair to dry off my hair as best as I can before taking off my shirt and hanging the towel back up. I then double back into my bedroom and I hang my shirt, which is still dry, up in the closet, and then I trade my pants for my pajama bottoms. My hair is still pretty wet, but at least it's not dripping anymore.

I take off the arrowhead pendant and lay it on the nightstand next to my copy of Tropic of Capricorn. I crawl into bed, under the covers and with my head firmly pressed against the pillow. I reach up to turn off the lamp and I'm laying there in darkness, trying to get warm.

My feet are cold, like freezing. I lift my head in time to see Nerissa floating over the foot of the bed towards me. If she was a real live girl, I would let her under the covers with me. But her presence is only worsening the cold feeling around me.

“Nerissa,” I sputter out the words, “—Nerissa, I'm not really in the mood, baby doll.”

“Nonsense, lush boy,” she whispers to me, stroking the top of my thigh with two fingers.

“Nerissa, I'm—I'm freezing!”

She floats over my chest and into my face. Her cold lips graze mine, as light as two feathers. She then floats over me so I'm met with her neck and shoulders, and then her chest. I'm absolutely freezing, even under the covers. I'm usually warm by now, but between my wet hair and Nerissa hanging over me with her chest right in my face, I am shuddering even in my bed. And yet, even with the wash of cold over me, I still manage to fall asleep.

I still manage to drift off into the wake of a dream where I'm surrounded by big black circles. Gaping black holes, some of them as large as my head. There must be thousands of them, all of them hanging around my head and my shoulders as if they're suspended from wires.

Wait a minute, they are suspended from wires. They're taking the gloss and the smooth texture of glass. I'm surrounded by black glass, pitch black glass hanging down from the ceiling. Some of it's rough and with the texture of stone. Some of it is smooth, perfectly smooth. Some of it gives me the creeps. Some of it floats around my head like a series of stars.

One of the shiny pieces of glass floats into my face and I can see myself. But my reflection is not showing my own face. Rather, it's taking the shape of Lars' full face, followed by his button nose and his little lips. My brown irises are changing color to that fresh green.

I'm turning into Lars. I'm turning into Lars and there's nothing I can do about it.

I'm jarred awake by the sight of it. I gaze in front of me to the dark ceiling. I hear the winds outside raging and the snow pummeling the roof.

At least I'm warm now. It's dark and I have no idea what's the time. I swear I see something moving around on the ceiling overhead.

Could just be my tired eyes getting to me. Or maybe not.

I make out the shape of tattered cloth up there on the ceiling. I'm probably hallucinating, but I also can't be too sure of it. All I can do is close my eyes again and pull the blanket up over my head.

And then I hear something tapping on the window. But I don't want to look.

I nestle the side of my head into the pillow with the blankets over me. Even over the snow, I can hear the tapping. But I don't want to look, even as it moves away from the window and onto the wall over my head.

But I still lay there, relaxing every inch of myself and having faith in the dream catcher over my head. Then the edge of the dream catcher scrapes against the wall.

And that's when I pull the blankets over my head. I'm safe in here. I'll keep this over my head all night if I have to.

I live with ghosts and they have scared me a few times in the past, but I don't ever recall either of them freaking me out like this.

By some miracle, I fall asleep again, this time into a dreamless sleep.

And I awake to pure white morning light from the snow outside.

Time to walk up to the House of Grey, grab Lars, and go to New Orleans.

As I'm getting out of bed, I find my hair is still quite damp from the snow last night and it sends chills over my skin. I get dressed with haste, slipping on a sweatshirt, my pinky ring, my blue and white scarf, my big black overcoat, and my big black leather boots with the chains on them in the process. Then I remember my gloves are still in the pockets of my leather jacket and, once I run my fingers through my hair to sort of brush it, I make my way across the hall for them. The last thing I do before leaving is swipe the pendant from my nightstand, which is on top of the nightstand itself and not my book. There was something in my room last night, but I'm too focused on fetching Lars to crawl our way back down to the French Quarter.

About a half a foot of snow fell last night and there are still little flurries falling over me. The street, which has already been plowed, is empty and silent. And it's here I'm glad Lars spent the night with the Greys instead of braving it back to Rochester.

These are cheap ass boots I found at Goodwill for about five bucks, but they do the trick as I'm making my way up the walkway to the front door of the House of Grey. The door itself swings open and Lars bustles out of the house, still tugging on his coat.

“You got the pendant?” he asks me in a broken voice.

I reach into my coat pocket for the arrowhead. He shuts the door behind him.

“Have at it.”

I make the cross shape in mid air and the wormhole opens. I focus on the French Quarter as I'm crawling inside the darkness with the snow flurries on my tail.

I land on something hard and smelling of stone and metal. Not Lars' apartment.

I lift my head to find us on the roof of some building somewhere. Lars himself meanwhile sits upright over on the corner next to me.

“Where the fuck are we?” he demands, rubbing his eye.

I pick myself off the stone and the cold metal to find a low brick wall above my head. I peer over the wall and I see we're atop an apartment building down the street from his. I point to the right.

“What're you pointing at?” he asks, climbing up onto his feet.

“Your apartment building.”

“Well, what are we doing here then?”

“I just focused on the French Quarter.”

“Well, there's your problem! You only brought us to the French Quarter and not my actual apartment building! Now the big question—”

“How do we get down from here?” I fill in for him.

“Exactly.”

“Well—surely there's a fire escape.”

We peek over the edge to the street below and there is indeed a fire escape, but not one I would have expected to see in New York City for example. The steps of the first ladder themselves are about a foot down from the edge of the brick wall; beneath them is a landing, followed by a set of stairs that appear to be retracted up by a lever. Meanwhile, the top of the first ladder is met with a gray metal tube, like whoever is climbing off the roof is supposed to slide down there and somehow hope that they'll reach the top of the ladder without falling onto the next landing.

Lars leads me over to the tube, to the step ladder on the wall leading inside of the tube, and we find there's a fire pole in there instead.

So that clears up that. He peeks over the edge of the wall down the tube.

“It's definitely a safe way down—like we can climb over and slide down this pole here,” he informs me, “and then put out feet on the top of the ladder, but there appears to be something blocking it.” He stops, and then slowly turns his head to me.

“What're you looking at me like that?” I demand from him.

“Because you've got those boots.”

“You've got boots, too.”

“Yeah, but these are more for keeping my feet warm, not for pushing something out of the way. On top of this, you're also skinnier than me.”

I fetch up a sigh and climb up the little step ladder onto the fire pole, which is out from the side of the ladder. I reach over onto the pole, turn myself around and slide down the pole like a fireman. I'm down inside of the tube and I soon reach the bottom, which is the top of the next ladder. I glance up the tube to Lars' head poking out from over the wall.

“There's nothing here,” I confess.

“Really?”

“Nope. Just a pole and the next ladder. Here, let me get down first and then you can follow me.”

But as I'm glancing down the ladder, I'm finding a series of gears connected by belts attached to the bottom of the tube. No, there's something here, just not inside of the tube. But I climb down to let him make his way down towards me.

I reach the first landing and the break in the floor to let down the next row of ladder steps. I'm about to figure out the gears there when Lars must have taken a misstep on the ladder because he falls on the landing and the gears in front of me crack. I lunge back to the rail in order to keep myself from falling

The ladder falls out towards the next one down, and the one down there cracks open, followed by the next one, and the next one, and the last one, which clanks onto the pavement down below.

I let out a low whistle while Lars peers up at me with his eyebrows raised and his mouth agape.

“That was close,” he remarks.

“You're telling me.”

We make our down the ladders, all the way down to the bottom to the sidewalk and the street. I have no idea how to fix the ladders so we leave them as soon as Lars hops off the last ladder before me. We turn around in unison when we're met with the sight of Molly herself on the pavement before us with her arms folded over her chest and a thoughtful look upon her face.

“Darling Molly,” Lars greets her. She clears her throat as she scans the both of us.

“I hear the two of you have been wanting to know more about Maya.”

I frown at her.

“Where'd you hear that?”

She doesn't reply; instead, she gestures for us to follow her back down the street to the apartment building. Once her back is turned, I face Lars and the befuddled look on his face.

“Where did she hear that?” I ask him in a hushed voice.

“I don't have any idea.”

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BFFs?

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Request by: anonymous

A/N: I didn't know how to end this so...yikes. And also sorry it's so long...

"Just a little further." You whine.

"No. It's hot, y/n." Steve replies. "Plus, you weigh a ton!"

You gasped as Steve dropped you on the ground. It was a hot, August day. Steve was giving you piggyback rides to and from his house. But apparently, that stopped now.

Steve dropped on the ground beside you, sweat running down his forehead and down his bare back. "Man, you sweat a lot." You laugh.

"Oh, yeah?"

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, then wrestled you to put it on your cheek. You laughed, underneath him. And his damp hand was placed on your face. "Ew!" You scream. "Your whole sweaty body's already on top of me! I'm gonna smell like a gym sock!"

Steve laughed, standing up. He held his hand out for you and you pulled him back down. You got up on your own.

"Ha. See ya, loser." You laughed, then he tripped you and you fell. "Steve!"

All you could hear was his laughter as you stood up. He pointed at you, squealing with laughter. So you went past him, pushing him outta the way.

"Aww! Don't be mad!" He exclaims, giving you a hug. "I'm sorry."

You rolled your eyes as he pulled away.

"Race you to my house!"

"You're on, asswipe!"

The both of you ran down the street as fast as you could, stopping when you saw Evie in the driveway. Steve ran into her. "Hey, babe!" He greets.

She wrapped her arms around him, then madeout with him. Her eyes were glued to you as she pushed his hands down past her waist. You shifted on your feet.

"Uh, Steve. I'll see ya...I guess." You say, walking back down the road towards your house.

~ ~ ~ ~

The next day, you met Steve at his locker. "Hey, Steve-O! Wanna hang out at my house after school?"

He turned to you slowly. "Uh, y/n, I wish I could, but Evie wants me to go dancing with her."

"Why? You got two left feet." You joke, punching his arm.

He gave you a toothy grin.

"Well, uh, how 'bout tomorrow?" You ask.

"Evie wants me to help her with her homework."

"Well, are you gonna go drag racing with me this weekend?"

"I can't. Evie's havin' party and I promised I'd help her set up and she wants me there and she-"

This frustrated you. "Y'know what? It's fine." You headed down the hall and you heard Steve run after you.

"Hey, you can't be mad at me." He laughed.

"Why the hell not?"

He realized you weren't joking. "Hey. You're seriously mad?"

"I just don't understand how you could just blow off your best friend! Steve, can I tell you something?" You didn't wait for a response. "Evie hates me! And I hate her! I don't even know what you see in her!"

Steve balled up his fists. "How 'bout you shut the hell up, y/n! You don't know anything! You're just jealous!"

"I am jealous! Because she's taking away one of my only friends! And you don't even care!" You pushed him.

"Why should I?"

You stood speechless.

"She's my girlfriend and she'll always come before anyone else!" He huffed. "Including you!" He walked away from you.

~ ~ ~ ~

You were friendless for a week. Then another week. And another. The words Steve said rang in your head.

She's my girlfriend and she'll always come before anyone else! Including you! You frowned at the thought.

You were walking home from school alone. It was the middle of September and you knew that if Steve were there, he'd be throwing wet leaves at you and placing his cold fingertips against your neck. You smiled at that thought. Your life seemed so boring without Steve in it. It made you sick.

At home, you found a letter from your parents. They'd be staying the night at a hotel because your dad had a work meeting first thing in the morning. You sighed, then worked on your homework. You were struggling in math, a subject Steve excelled in. You wished he was there to help you out.

After skipping over homework, you watched tv, then decided to take a shower.

~ ~ ~ ~

Your hair dripped with cold water. You wore an oversized t-shirt and shorts. You grabbed a cup of water and went into your living room to watch the news.

When the forecast came on, there was a knock at your front door. It was an urgent knock, so you hurried. And when it opened, you couldn't believe your eyes.

Steve had blood running from his nose and down your shirt. He had a black eye and busted lip. The both of you stared at each other.

"Can I come in?" He asks.

You stood dumbfounded, then after a while, you moved outta the way.

You found yourself in the bathroom with Steve and a first aid kit. You were on the counter and Steve stood in front of you, propping himself up. His hands were on either side of you on the counter as you wiped the blood off the rest of his face.

You sighed. "Take your shirt off." You tell him.

"Why?" He replied with a slight smirk.

"Don't worry I won't try anything." You spat. "I just need to get the blood out of it." You weren't amused with him.

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it at you. Without looking him in the face, you grabbed it and hopped off the counter. You ran his shirt under the sink water. As you worked on the stain, Steve watched you. "Evie and I broke up." He states.

You shook your head. "Awesome." You say plainly.

He could see your reflection in the mirror and was frustrated. "Hey, what the hell's wrong with you?! I thought you wanted me to break up with Evie!"

"Yeah. Well, I don't care anymore. Do whatever you want."

He turned you around forcefully. "Y/n, I came here for you! I came here to see you!"

You looked up at him and started crying. You wiped the tears off your face. "What? You wanna see me now? After you were a dick to me and told me that I didn't matter?"

"Y/n, I just-"

"Don't worry about it." Your voice broke.

You left the room, trying to contain your crying. You headed to your room fast and knew Steve followed. You took a seat on your bed, covering you face.

"I'm sorry, y/n." He took a seat beside you and pulled you into him. "C'mon, y/n. Don't cry."

You looked back at him, and then hugged him. He held you close, your tears falling onto his bare chest as he rubbed circles on your back. "I hate you, Steve." You whimpered.

"I know, y/n." He sighed. "And I don't blame you. I really needed to see you, to talk to you."

"About what?" You hiccup, looking up at him.

"I...I love you. And I don't mean in, like, a brotherly way. I mean, like, I had to see you, y'know. And I missed you and-"

You pressed your lips against his, bringing your hands up to cup his face. He pulled you onto his lap and even closer to him.

The kiss tasted like metal. From the traces of blood in his mouth. You wanted to pull away from him and tell him a joke. You wanted to say anything you could to make this bizarre moment easier for you to digest. But you didn't. Instead, your hand ran through Steve's hair and you savored the taste of metal.

You felt Steve's hands run up and down your thighs and rest on your waist as he leaned further and further into you. You were thinking of things. Of all these weeks where Steve was gone. How it left you empty and hurt. And you supposed that you felt so empty because of the love you had for him.

And maybe that's why it hurt when he blew you off for Evie. And soon you felt more tears on your face, so you pulled away from Steve and looked him over.

You wanted to make fun of him. You wanted to tease him for coming over here and confessing his love for you. You wanted to call him names for being an asshole, but all those thoughts left your mind when you thought of what he said.

I love you.

You smiled back at him. "I love you, too."

~ ~ ~ ~

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