#We’re like the rejects at the family dinner

[ckygetsjobs]

feel like chris raab and dave england stans just understand each other bc we both fell for the shit guy like we’re both in this together

#I’m both but I’m a raab stan first #dave stans I’m giving you guys a pat on the back #We’re in this together #We’re like the rejects at the family dinner #“So you’re in love with the shit guy” #“Yup” #“Same here” #we understand each other #jackass #viva la bam #cky #raab himself #dave england

[notjustjavierpena]

Cravings

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost

A/N: A while back, I saw a text post made by the lovely @kteague and immediately, it sparked a need for more husband!javi. This is the text post in question. It’s sososo great. You should go follow ❤️ It also made me realize that I haven’t written Javier going down on his wife, and honestly wtf??? This takes place before Lucas is born.

Summary: Javi isn’t perfect. He needs a nicotine high badly, but your pregnancy isn’t allowing you to tolerate the smell of cigarettes. He indulges in his next favorite thing to satisfy his craving; going down on his pregnant wife.

Pairing: Javier Peña x reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut (mdni), nicotine withdrawal, javier is a menace to the pussy eating society, pregnant sex, dirty talk, eat up javi

Word count: 1.8k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49812556

Cravings

Javier feels extra twitchy today. He paces around the house like a caged animal, tapping his fingers on the side of his thighs, and considers throwing caution to the wind and just having that damn smoke. He has a packet of cigarettes stashed in one of the potted plants outside, but it’s for emergencies only. Like that one time that his Pop had called him to say that a tree had fallen down on the barn overnight, and the very thought of the cost and time it would take to fix it had made him fly out the door to smoke in the far back of the garden.

He does it for you though. He’d do anything for you. Especially now that Lucas Peña is making his arrival in less than three months. He remembers you going into your second trimester, and you’d been around his cigarette smoke only to run to the toilet to reject your dinner. He never wants you to feel like that again, so he quit cold turkey. 

“Perhaps it won’t be a problem when we’re having the next one,” you had said to him, and he had stubbed out the cigarette immediately. He didn’t need the rush of nicotine, because he had the rush of you already thinking of more kids. He knew that he wanted a family with you since he saw you, but only then he had known just how big of a family.

But Javier needs the rush now. He has been through all of the coping mechanisms; sweets, rubber bands on his wrists, even has run out of nicotine gum but he doesn’t dare go to the store in case he comes home with more cigarettes. Has run out of patches too, which he would like to plaster his arms in right now.

You are not home and he needs you. He has a rare day off and you are not home. When are you coming home? He watches the clock, hears the ticking, and wants to rip it off the wall. You’re usually home by now. Where the fuck are you? 

Fuck it. Javier speedwalks to the door to the garden.  He is just about to rip it open, harsh enough to be tearing it off its hinges when he hears the front door. 

“Javi?” You call out his name so heavenly, “Can you help me with the groceries?” 

Oh, so that’s what you have been doing instead of coming straight home to him. He finds you by the front door, barely successful in holding two brown bags and your keys at the same time. Without hesitation, he takes both bags from you and heads to the kitchen to place them on the counter.

“You could’ve asked me to pick something up, y’know,” he says as he busies his hands by unloading everything into their respective places. His hands shake; he needs something to hold onto but you won’t let it be you if the milk hasn’t gone in the fridge yet.

“I was passing by anyway,” you enter the kitchen and start helping him, and he can feel your eyes watching him with curiosity at his urgency, “What’s up with you?”

“There’s something up because I’m helping you in the kitchen?” He quips.

You laugh quietly, “Well… yeah.”

Javier doesn’t know if it’s funny, but he knows that he needs an excuse to get you worked up so that he can satisfy his cravings in the way that works the very best.

He finishes unloading the groceries, turns to you, and doesn’t even hesitate despite you holding onto a box of cereal; he kisses you right then and there. It’s a long, deep, and satisfying kiss with his hands rubbing up and down your sides. You gasp into his mouth, melt against him, and awkwardly put the cereal box onto the kitchen counter so that you can embrace him right back. 

“Thank fucking God you’re home,” he mumbles into you, relishing in the taste and warmth of your tongue. He is insisting in the way he holds you close, and starts to guide you out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom at the end of the hall. 

“Javi,” you protest as you realize his motives. He doesn’t relent, and you reluctantly drag your lips away from his. He groans in frustration, but you find his eyes with flushed cheeks and he might just burst right then at the shy look you are giving him, “I can’t. I haven’t even… I need a shower.”

“No, you fucking don’t,” he opens the door, realizing that the window has been open all day to air out your shared bedroom. You shiver at the cold air and Javier feels like he might be seeing stars soon when he notices your nipples hardening underneath your top. He steers you to the bed by your hips, “Need it. Please don’t deny me, mi amor.”

“What’s gotten into you?” You groan after another kiss, one where Javier’s hand comes up to cup your breast as he devours your mouth. Then you let yourself be guided down onto the bed, legs hanging out over the edge and Javier kneeling down on the floor. 

“Ran outta nicotine gum,” he mutters, too busy undoing your last pair of jeans in a while; they’re straining against your growing belly but he knows how much you love this pair. He yanks them down over your hips after he has undone the zipper.

“Makes sense,” you lift your hips to help him. 

“So lemme have this?” He pleads. He notices the wet patch that has formed on your white cotton panties, refraining from chuckling to himself. You aren’t going to say no. 

“Yes,” your breath hitches in your throat as he finds your clit on the outside of your underwear. He rubs in lazy circles and watches the wet and shiny patch grow larger underneath his touch. He even dares to press his finger against your slit, digging the fabric just slightly into you. 

“Chica sucia,” he says softly as you let out a sigh of pleasure, “So filthy walking around with your pretty little panties so wet.”

“Hasn’t been like this long,” you argue, “Just since you kissed me. Still think I need a shower.”

Javier shakes his head, “Like you like this. Can’t stop thinking about this pussy.”

He slides your underwear down over your thighs, calves, and then ankles. He drops them onto the floor by your jeans, admiring your legs and the cute bows on the socks you are still wearing. You are so beautiful that he might lose his mind, growing belly right in front of him as he kisses his way up your right leg and hears your smile through your moan. 

“Javi,” you say when he loses himself in staring at your swollen cunt a little too long. He can see your clit jump in anticipation and it makes his mouth water, cigarettes long forgotten. 

He pulls you a little closer to the edge of the bed, large hands slipping under the backside of your thighs to bend and spread your legs simultaneously. He handles them roughly and places them flat on the surface of the bed, causing you to whine. Then his palms slide upward to rest on the swell of your belly, his broad shoulders holding your legs in position so you don’t clamp down on his head just yet. He isn’t in doubt that he’d be able to count your heartbeats with the way your cunt throbs. 

“Please,” you clench once, and slick drips from your slit. 

“Shh,” he coos. 

And then he goes down on you like he hasn’t in a long while. He credits himself with being enthusiastic about eating you out every time, but he rarely has the frustration of withdrawal from nicotine to accompany him in his hunger for your sweet taste. He runs his mouth over your whole cunt, kisses your jumping clit, and sucks the slick off where it has smeared across your folds. You taste better than ever, salty and slightly sweet in a way that a shower would have ruined. 

“Mhm,” he hums whilst satiating his cravings. Your breathy moans reward him more than he thinks a smoke could right now. His fingers start to dent your protruding belly, holding on tight as he flicks your clit with his tensed-up tongue over and over again. 

“Just like th— ah, fuck,” you reach for his wrists to desperately hold onto something. He goes harder, moaning into your pussy. It makes you shake on top of the sheets, gushing just a bit into his mouth and he swallows it down greedily. He wants more, dips down to slip his tongue into your cunt, and eats right from you. He fucks you open whilst nosing at your hard clit, the nub peeking out from underneath the hood to demand more attention. He will just have to suck it once and you’ll be screaming, but he needs a little more and reluctantly refrains from doing so. 

Your breathing has become more irregular by now, more high-pitched too. He knows you’re getting close but he keeps you dancing around the edge, tongue sliding through your folds as he bobs his head. 

“Fuck! Baby!” You cry loudly, bucking your hips to seek more friction. 

“Not yet, mi vida, just a moment more,” he mumbles against you, but his mouth still starts climbing up towards your clit again. 

You entwine your fingers with his, holding his hands tightly over your belly as your legs start to move involuntarily. Your feet flex, muscles rippling all the way to your thighs as you near climax.

“I’m… I-it’s gonna happen,” you whine at the ceiling, “Fuck, suck my clit. Javi— fuckfuckfuck.” 

He gives in, raises his head slightly to cover your clit with his mouth, and then he sucks hard. 

You come so hard that your legs find the strength to shoot up from where they are being held down on the bed. Your thighs clamp around Javier’s head, muffling the sound of your cries whilst he works you through every crashing wave of pleasure. 

“I’ll buy you that stupid gum,” you eventually say. 

“Huh?” Javier looks up at you.

“Your nicotine gum, I’ll go out and buy it later,” you clarify, letting go of Javier’s hands to throw your arms above your head on the bed. You stretch, letting out a soft moan, “It’s the least I can do.”

“You spoil me,” he crawls up onto the bed, lying down beside your exhausted body. You’re so perfect, he thinks to himself. 

“But first,” your breathing is finally getting under control again. You turn onto your side, and Javier finds himself supporting your pregnant belly as you move. You smile gently at him, reaching for his belt to unbuckle it with both hands, “I’m going to take care of you too. See… I too have cravings.”

Javier didn’t think that every passing second with someone could feel like his life had peaked. Yet here you were.

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[desafinado]

𓆩♡𓆪 oblivious crushes hcs

their crush on you is as clear as day, but you seem to be wearing sunglasses

°｡⋆ kaveh, alhaitham, kaeya x reader (separately)

°｡⋆ fluff, maybe a bit ooc alhaitham, lots of touchy/clingy :( and some angst in kaeya's part

note: i haven’t gone too far into sumeru yet D: (purely bc of laziness and college) so that’s why alhaitham might be a bit ooc… but! i hope yall enjoy, i had fun. (ps. this was inspired by my short convo with @kana-dayo , i hope u don't mind the tag just tell me if you want me remove it!!)

kaveh ♡

it threw for him a loop the first time. you were both walking down the port at sunset when he asked if you liked him, and you said of course you love him and you couldn’t ask for a better friend.

he thought you had rejected him when and was genuinely heartbroken for a day, until you visited the next day acting as if everything was fine.

he did not know how to proceed, but he did with caution… when he realized, you genuinely did not understand, he decided to build up the romance before asking you again.

he started making it known to you (and everyone else in the room) that he wanted to spend time with you.

“alhaitham, if you could give us a moment or tw-” “no.” “we’re having dinner out then, dear, lets go.”

of course, he would never do anything that might make you uncomfortable, the moment you express any discomfort or hesitance, he backs off.

that being said, you have never really done such, most times you’re even encouraging him

“kaveh… hugs now please :( “

and how can he not deny you?

speaking of which, he also tried to make more gentle subtle touches, taking your hand when you both walked, placing a hand on the small of your back, hugs that lasted just a second too long.

by the end of it he was extraordinarily clingy, one of his favorite moments is when your head is on his lap and he gets to caress your head.

he acts nonchalantly about it, and so do you. little did you know was that he never did that with anyone else.

“what do you mean kaveh doesn’t like hugging? we spend hours cuddling on the couch..”

to be honest he doesn’t really think much of it either, touching you is like second nature to him. you don’t mind either, because for some odd reason, it just feels right.

he’s almost certain that you like him too, but he’s too afraid to confirm it. he’d much rather stay like this in some sort of limbo between friends and lovers.

but eventually, it eats him up. he needs some sort of closure, even if it meant the collapse of his lovey-dovey facade.

everything’s in place. he had gone through all the scenarios, he knew you were in a good mood, and alhaitham was all the way in sumeru city. everything was perfect for him to make his move, all he needed was you.

“kaveh, what’s all this?”

a picnic blanket was spread out on the grass, a strawberry shortcake, sandwiches and wine laid on top. kaveh stood before it, his familiar smile inviting you to come closer. “ah, i have to admit, it is something a bit special so, please have a seat.”

you follow his advice and gently rest on the blanket, careful not to disturb kaveh’s work. he does the same and sighs. “hm… is this an anniversary or celebration of some sort? did you finally pay off your debt?” you start to ask excitedly, getting a bit ahead of yourself. kaveh simply shakes his head, chuckling softly.

“no, dear. on the contrary, if this all falls through, it could be my funeral.”

you give him a curious glance, tilting your head. he takes both his hands in yours and squeezes them gently.

“nothing that serious, do you remember when i asked you if you liked me?”

“yes… and i still do, if that’s what your concerned about.”

“when i said that, i meant to ask if you liked me as more than just a friend.”

…

…

“you mean… like family? like sibli-”

“no, no, dear god no. i mean like… lovers.”

your face turns red at the mention of that word, lovers. it implied romantic love, of course; you weren’t that dense. he’s looking straight into your eyes, awaiting a response, but your lips feel as though they’ve frozen in place. a few more seconds of silence pass, and his lips purse into a heavy frown.

“ah, i’m sorry, if you don’t… i just couldn’t go on like this, pretending that we were something more, living in ignorant bliss. i truly am sorry.”

“no, wait. kaveh…”

you finally build up the courage to speak, letting go of his hands and caressing his cheek. if there’s something you can’t ignore, its the way he’s putting himself down.

“i-i like you that way too, i just didn’t want to believe it either. i… i didn’t want to delude myself into that, so i never entertained the possibility that-”

his tender lips find yours in a kiss, interrupting your rambling along with any doubt the two of you had left. just like all of his other touches, the kiss felt right, familiar, and simply satisfying.

alhaitham ♡

feelings, specifically love, are a far too strong force that many times they most certainly overcome any logic of even the most robotic of personalities; enter alhaitham.

normally, he would be upfront about these sorts of things, giving them the ultimatum. letting them choose to accept or reject his feelings.

but this time, he didn’t want to give you that chance. he needed you to accept him, he couldn’t imagine any other possibility.

so what does he do? he takes a chance with the whole concept of “romancing” in order to win your heart.

he makes an effort to be around you more, he’ll listen to your long winded rants about the most random topics.

“so, why do you care about this again?” “i just do, i’m not quite sure why honestly.” “that’s understandable, please go on.”

he’s never been one to care about how others might perceive him, how others might react to his actions, but he cares so much about you and he wants you to trust him.

once he notices the way your lips curl up when he enters a room or the way you look at him when you feel a bit overwhelmed, he takes this as a sign that he can try being a bit more touchy.

he never really understood the appeal of it, until he felt how warm you were, how your skin brushing against his made him feel a bit more understood and loved.

and you don’t mind one bit, in fact, you’re happy that he has you to lean on (literally and metaphorically)

but you imagine his roommates' surprise to find alhaitham on the couch cuddled up with someone he had never even met.

“wake them up, and you will sleep outside.”

he truly believes he’s being subtle, but everyone (well those who have the courage to) teases him about it.

he brushes it off, but warns them not to tell you or else…

however, when he starts moving onto more overt and blatant shows of affections, he is sorely disappointed to realize that you are not catching on.

he’d gift you flowers before every outing, call you cute nicknames, and even be more honest with his own feelings.

a polite smile, a thank you, and enthusiastic nod was all you ever responded with.

he was disappointed in himself, he thought he must’ve done something wrong, that he must’ve made you uncomfortable.

he needs to confront you about this in his own way, for his sake and yours.

“it’s you…”

his voice rings out like a bell in a cathedral, snapping you back into reality. he had requested for you to meet him at one of the gazebos near the akademiya. stars had been showered upon the night sky, and it was all you could look at, until alhaitham’s voice, of course. you turn around and chuckle at his awe-stricken face.

“glad to see you too. your letter sounded quite urgent, is something the matter?”

upon seeing you, he can’t control his movements, rushing towards you and taking you into a dramatic hug. you’re quick to hug him back, offering him any and all support he might need. he buries his head into your shoulder, taking in your scent, and touch, enjoying it while it lasts. his voice almost cracks as he speaks.

“yes. i’m sorry for making you uncomfortable with my… advances. i understand if you never want to see me again.”

the shock is almost enough to knock you over, but you simply pull away and look at him with deep concern. you didn’t know where he was coming from, and you had never seen him like this.

“advances? what sort of advances?”

“the romantic ones?”

“oh! towards who? i don’t mind at all, really.”

its his turn widen his eyes, he closes his eyes and pauses. he needs to pick his next words carefully, he really wants this to be a swift death, no point in dragging his heart against the pavement.

“towards you…? the one i love is you.”

he finally admits, hoping you finally understand. he’s run out of words to say, ways to express his unwavering love for you. you flicker between his eyes and lips, confirming if what he says is true, and what he feels is real; after a moment, you speak up.

“i’m sorry, i never… i knew you were opening up, but i didn’t stop to think…”

you calmly take him back into your arms, letting his head rest back on your shoulder. you stroke his hair slowly, trying to soothe him. “i was already so happy that you seemed to be opening up to me, i didn’t realize you meant it in that way. i didn’t want to push it any further than necessary.” he allows you to touch and pamper him, allowing himself the privilege of your tender care.

“i see. so you weren’t comfortable with it? you’re not comfortable with me…?”

“no, alhaitham. i’m more than comfortable with you, and i’d do all those things with you again.”

you blush, understanding the implications of what you had just said. you just opened yourself to him, laid yourself out for him to accept or reject. you close your eyes, bracing for what comes next, when you suddenly feel yourself being lifted up and spun around gently.

“alhaitham!”

“that’s all i needed to hear, darling. from this day on, we can do all those things and more… again and again, everyday.”

kaeya ♡

he likes to tease, that is no question. making others red in the face, in anger or embarrassment, is a pastime of his.

but why is it that you of all people, his one and only crush, remain unaffected?

its not like you even have a snarky remark back or try to hide your embarrassment, you simply let it pass as though it was the cool summer breeze against your skin.

“oh my… shouldn’t you take me out to dinner first?” “uh why?”

you surely enjoyed his company and the silly jokes he’d make, even though there would be times you just didn’t understand what he was talking about.

other than that, he’d often be extra chivalrous towards you, holding the door for you, taking your hand as you walk down the stairs… but i mean that’s how knights just are, right?

though you can often feel his overprotective step out, especially when it comes to your safety, you once again chalk it to him in his cavalry captain mode.

only his closest friends and allies can detect the minor difference in his behavior around you, except you, of course. it doesn’t bother him, because it only solidifies his love for you, how serious he is about you.

sometimes he truly is just amazed with the way your mind works to rule out all romantic possibilities, its like the notion of love does not even exist to you.

he doesn’t mind it one bit, though. if anything, he wishes to be the person who introduces you to love.

he knows he can reveal his feelings at any moment, but he wants you to figure it out for yourself, that epiphany of love is something he feels everyone should experience…

that is until he catches you blushing with another person.

“oh yeah! they’ve been talking to them the entire night… they’re really hitting it off, i don’t-”

every word after that is just muffled noise to him. he didn’t understand the feeling coursing through his vein. it was a poignant mixture of jealousy, sadness, and disappointment in himself.

he immediately steps out of angel’s share, not even bothering with a drink to drown his feelings. he thought he was special to you, the way you were to him.

that’s when the creaking of the tavern doors catches his attention, revealing you.

“oh, hi.”

your voice was timid in the chilly night atmosphere, the silence between you and kaeya almost deafening. he huffs and crosses his arms, trying to pretend as if he hadn’t just felt his heart rip, shatter and

“hey, so what are you doing here? i know you’re not one for taverns, most specially on a wednesday night.”

he doesn’t miss a beat, starting his investigation. your eyes widen at his unusually stern demeanor; its not like you haven’t seen this side of him, but you don’t know have a clue as to where it's coming from. you start to sober up, feeling the excitement and adrenaline of the bar leave you. “honestly, i had nothing better to do… and i was trying to get out of my comfort zone.”

he raises an eyebrow at your seemingly simple explanation; you didn’t have any reason to lie, and to be fair, it wasn’t like he had a right to know anyways. his posture relaxes as gives you his arm, gesturing for you to take it; you, having no reason to deny him, take his arm in yours. you both start walking down the streets, no definite destination in mind.

“Is something wrong, kaeya?”

the glazed look in your eyes is something he can’t ignore, and he knows you won’t ignore his furrowed eyebrows either. he sighs letting the cold air entering his lungs, as if numbing himself before the storm truly begins.

“yes, actually there is. could i be a burden to you?”

“kaeya… you know you can always talk to me about your feelings, you’re no burden to me.”

a bitter chuckle escapes his lips, acting as if he truly had nothing left to lose. “that’s why i love you, you know? ah… i thought i’d be saying this in a drunken stammer or you’d hear from rosaria or lisa, but i’m more sober than ever and… i love you so much it hurts.”

suddenly, his touch feels much colder than it ever has, sending a shiver down your spine. you pause for a moment, the adrenaline and heat rising back up.

“k-kaeya, wait… i love you too. i’m-”

“you needn’t spare my feelings or lie. perhaps it was my fault for letting my pride get the best of me, and now you’ve been swept away by someone else, someone who makes you blush.”

your eyebrows curved into a straight line, clearly baffled by kaeya’s assumptions. yes, you were a bit oblivious when it came to love, so you feel like you’d take note if “someone swept you away”.“kaeya, i have no idea what you’re talking about, but if you’re referring to my demeanor in the bar, i was…” you face only gets redder by the moment. “i-i don’t hold my alcohol very well…”

kaeya pauses for a second, his lips parting in a small o-shape. he feels like such a fool for jumping to assumptions so quickly, but he quickly regains his composure realizing something far more crucial, a smirk plastered onto his face.

“i see. so you like me after all? and i’ve finally managed to fluster you”

“n-no, you didn’t! the alcohol just hasn’t-”

“aha, so you do love me? dear, just say the word, and i’m all yours.”

requests are open!! please do not reposts on other sites.

#genshin imagines #genshin x reader #kaveh #kaveh x reader #kaeya x reader #alhaitham x reader #genshin hcs #genshin impact

[byersbootyshorts]

hi, love your work!!! you don’t have to do this if you’re not feeling it but i was wondering if you could do a fic where Spencer Reid x reader are in an established relationship & reader’s love language is quality time, but he’s been very busy/stressed with work and reader requests some time together while he’s at home but he just snaps at her & then he has to end up apologizing & lots of fluff afterwards? tysm! ✨💛

sorry this isn’t exactly what you asked. I’m the worst at following requests

Asking Spencer to spend more time with you

You stare over at where Spencer is sat at the table. You’d just gotten back from a case, but instead of spending time with you, he had his head nuzzled in a book.

“Spence?” you say, sitting down on the chair beside him.

“Hmm?” he hums, not looking up from the book.

“Do you want to do something tonight? Go out for dinner, maybe?” you ask.

Spencer looks up at you with an uncertain look on his face. “I’m kind of tired,” he says. “I think I’ll just finish this book and go to bed.”

You sigh. He’s been so distant recently. Anything you suggest that involves you two spending time together gets rejected.

Spencer notes your frustrated sigh and raises an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”

“It just feels like we never spent time together anymore,” you admit.

“What are you talking about?” Spencer says, placing his hand on yours. “We’re together all the time.”

“Yeah, but that’s at work, surrounded by dead bodies and grieving families,” you explain. “Sorry for wanting to spend time with my boyfriend in a place that doesn’t reek of death.”

Spencer suddenly rises from the chair, his face morphing into an angry expression.

“We do spend time together, ok? I don’t see what the problem is.”

“The problem is that we haven’t been on a proper date in months,” you snap back at him. “You have plenty of time to read book after book but as soon as I suggest we do something you’re either too tired or too busy.”

Spencer pauses for a moment, desperately searching for an excuse. But he can’t think of one. He slumps down on the chair again and leans his elbows on the table.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “It’s just- all the awful shit we see- it just really mentally drains me. It stresses me out. And it’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you. It’s that I don’t want to go anywhere. I don’t want to get dressed up and go to a restaurant or a bar. I just want to stay here.”

You give Spencer a sympathetic smile before you start to laugh.

“What?” he asks with concern.

“You are so stupid,” you chuckle.

“What?” Spencer says, more frantically this time.

“You do realise when I say I want to spend time with you, it doesn’t mean we have to go out somewhere. We can stay here and eat pizza in bed for all I care,” you explain.

“Really? You’re ok with that?” Spencer’s eyes widen.

“As long as you don’t mention anything about the FBI or a case, then yes, I’m more than ok with it.”

You lean forward to kiss Spencer. He returns it, lacing his fingers in yours.

“How about you go pick a movie and I’ll order us some pizza?” you say as you pull away.

Spencer nods obediently, kissing you one more time before he rushes to the bedroom, and, for the first time in months, he’s not stressed about work.

#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid blurb #blurb #criminal minds

[skiyoosmi]

if fate permits

⤷ chapter thirty one: treachery

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marga's notes. sorry this took years to post i was dead (inside) jk lol pls blame my uni for burning me out

Perhaps, I was too ambitious to think this would be a plain sailing journey. How ironic, it's the exact opposite of what is happening. Doubt and confusion presents itself as soon as I decide to fight our fate. My mind only has perplexity and skepticism. How could it not? I mean, what do you even do when somebody claims to be your fated one but your soul rejects the notion?

The sound of the television's static travels to your ears as Kiyoomi scrolls through his phone to find a good movie to watch for the night, accompanied by the sound of your mother chopping the ingredients of your family's dinner from the kitchen, albeit somewhat muffled. Your fingers remain hovering over the laptop's keyboard, unsure if you should still continue writing when once again, various things distract you, most of them unwelcomed. As if on cure, your phone chimes for the nth time, signaling that you've received yet another text. You only let out an exasperated sigh and pick up the device, reading the message.

[7:15] Hajime: Hey, wanna vc? Just ate dinner, hope you did too :)

For some reasons you don’t know, Iwaizumi just can’t leave you alone from the moment you got off the plane, went outside the airport up until now, where you’re spending your time with your father and brother after being away from them for so long. It was heart fluttering at first, really; how excited he was to see and to be with you. However, some things are just too much sometimes, especially when all you wanted to do was watch said movie and catch up with your family. It was peace: something you craved for as of the moment because in the back of your mind, you knew that the following months would become chaotic.

The gray screen gets filled with vivid colors when Kiyoomi finally finishes setting up a random romantic comedy movie. Quickly typing out a response, you hit the send button. 

[7:17PM] You: That’s good to hear. We already ate as well. Currently watching a movie with ‘Omi and Dad right now so I won’t be able to reply after this. Have a good night :)

[7:19PM] Hajime: Ah.. okay then. Good night, soulmate <3

You pause to read his last message before finally turning the do not disturb mode on and lightly tossing the phone to the side. Heaving yet another sigh, you catch the attention of your brother who was sitting beside you.

"Do you not like this movie? We can change it if you want, it hasn't been that long anyway," your brother suggests, an eyebrow rising when you shake your head. Your dad was long asleep by the couch he usually relaxes on, probably fatigued from the week's work. You turn to your brother's gaze.

"No, just thinking…" you trail off, "what do you think of Iwaizumi?"

Kiyoomi merely shrugs, “eh, he’s fine.”

You huff, “at least give an effort to think about it more. I’m asking a serious question here, you know?”

The frustrated expression on your face causes your brother to ponder over the query a bit more before sighing, “this is difficult. We’re not even that close for me to comment on him. But he looks decent, like he can take care of you.”

His brows furrow when he perceives the slight disappointment on your face, almost as if you were expecting to hear him say negative things instead, “what’s up with you?”

“You really think he’s good?” you lightly say, eyes wandering as if lost further in your own thoughts. He hums, “yeah, something like that. But then again, you don’t need him to take care of you. You can do that yourself, and even if you can’t, you have me, or Osamu.. And his brother, Atsumu.”

He takes note of the way your face subconsciously lights up at the mention of the blonde’s name. Instinctively, it’s always him. 

“O-okay,’’ you stutter with a light blush. 

He ignores it though, it’s a topic set for another time and goes to ask instead, “mind filling me on why you suddenly ask about Iwaizumi-san?” 

Your somberness returns and once again, you look confused, doubtful, “well, he said he was my soulmate…”

Kiyoomi’s eyes widened, as if he couldn’t believe what he heard.

You don’t notice it as you continue to ramble on, “and I don’t know why but I just find it difficult to believe him and I feel guilty about that. ‘Cause I try to think about it, he doesn’t have any reason to lie to me, right? Especially since you yourself said he was a good guy. But, ugh, this is so complicated.”

“Come again?” He asks through gritted teeth, his fists starting to clench in anger. You look at him oddly, which turns to a glare in a second, annoyed that he wasn’t fully listening, “I said… I find it difficult–”

“No, not that. The one before that.”

“Ugh, I said Hajime told me he was my soulmate before. You know, the one I can’t remember? Well, at least that’s what I thought but apparently, he thinks it was a malfunction with the soulmate system. Because I can clearly remember him as my friend and yet, he insists that maybe the system distorted my memories or something like that,” you finish talking, expectantly looking at him, lurching backwards when you see his reaction, “Hey… you okay, ‘Omi? Okay.. I’m sorry. I know I wasn’t supposed to search for him anymore nor entertain soulmate stuff.. but you know how impo–”

“Let’s not talk about it anymore,” he abruptly stands up from the couch and quickly makes his way upstairs. You scramble to get up, “hey! Where are you going? Omi! You said you wanted to watch this movie…”

You only hear his bedroom door close as a response. 

“Geez, what got up that weirdo’s ass? So much for a movie night.. one falls asleep right away while the other has very bad mood swings,” you mutter under your breath, shaking your head as you go back to the living room, picking up your phone and trudging upstairs to your bedroom. You unlock your phone and see messages from Osamu and another from Hajime. 

[7:30PM] Samu: Tomorrow. Here at our house. I don’t accept a no. Good night ^_^

[7:35PM] Hajime: Oh, by the way, do you want to go out tomorrow? (:

“Sorry, Haji. Don’t really want to disappoint Samu,” you whisper as you type out replies for the both of them, the guilt of not minding if you disappoint Hajime instead becomes a fleeting thought.

Before you can even raise your fist to knock, the familiar wooden front door opens widely and you are welcomed by the sight of your gray-haired best friend. He pulls you in a tight hug and mumbles curses as he buries his face in your neck, “You took too long… way too long, idiot.” 

“It was only a few years, you dramatic ass. Never took you to be a clingy type of friend,” you hug him back with the same tightness before letting him go and walking inside their humble abode. He excitedly leads you to the living room, “wait here. Let me just get my brother.”

“Uhh… what?”

“Oh! I forgot to tell you, we’re going out with him. You know, like what we used to all do when we were–” his eyes widened as if he remembered something before lightly coughing and continuing to speak, “I mean… like what we both used to do, you know? But this time, with him. It’s been a long time since he came home too… and this could be a chance for you two to get closer to one another.”

He finishes rambling, internally praying you don’t catch the nervousness in his voice due to his slip-up a moment ago. He curses when he sees you slowly nod. With so many years of knowing you, Osamu already knew from your expressions that you caught even that minor mistake, how you’re currently scrutinizing each and every word they all speak ever since you came back and how you’re starting to get suspicious about everyone around you.

He doesn’t know if he should thank or curse Kiyoomi for giving him a heads up about your plans to find your soulmate. It makes him so conscious, so nervous he might accidentally tell you that the very person you’re trying to find is his dearest twin brother.

At the present, however, he only gulps and prays instead that you just pretend you didn’t notice anything. You do exactly that when you shrug and tell him, “alright then. That’s no problem for me.”

“G-good,” he says a little too loudly, mentally slapping himself to get it together, “I’ll… get Atsumu now hehe.”

You narrow your eyes at his weirdness, shaking your head before bringing your phone out to check your socials. You hum with interest as you open a message from Hajime.

I like to believe that I’m trying– that I enjoy the idea of being his soulmate, that I look on with favor to partaking in this play pretend, this fantastical theatrics of trying to work things out the way they are– me as his fated one, him as mine.

[9:09AM] Hajime-kun: Good morning, soulmate :) I’m a bit bummed we couldn’t go out. Anyway, enjoy your day with Osamu. Hopefully, it’ll finally be my day tomorrow?

[9:10AM] You: Good morning, Hajime-kun. Sorry again about that hehe but sure, I think I’m finally free tomorrow haha 

[9:12AM] Hajime-kun: Great! Also, I told you to drop the honorifics. You feel so distant when you use it *sadly sighs*

[9:13AM] You: Silly. I just respect you that much, okay? 

You hear multiple footsteps coming down so you quickly type out another message for him.

[9:14AM] You: Anyway, I have to go now. See you tomorrow.

You type out the word soulmate at the end of your text, only to delete it as soon as you pull on your heart. 

But I’m no actress. It’s all treachery. Whenever I try to give him  a chance, I feel like a traitor. It’s almost as if I was betraying someone, like I’m unknowingly breaking somebody else’s heart, my soulmate’s heart, somebody who my heart believes was not him. So I step back and hesitate, maybe I should just stop this. To prevent any more complications, to not feel guilty towards anyone, not to you and not to him. 

Before you can drown deeper in your thoughts, the twins come into view. You give Atsumu a shy smile as a greeting, feeling your heart skip when he returns the gesture. Osamu looks back and forth at the two of you and thinks, I guess the soulmate system really is a scam, huh? Even fate can’t handle these two. So obvious.

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, “What are you two? High schoolers? You could do better than those shy smiles.”

You both awkwardly chuckle, both cursing the gray-haired lad in your minds. 

“Fine, fine. It’s nice to see you again, Atsumu-san,” you genuinely smile and Atsumu’s heart skips. So pretty, he thought.

“It’s also nice to see ya again.”

Welcome home, YN, the blonde thinks with relief and solace filling his soul.

“Waah, it’s been so long since I came here,” you exclaim as your eyes take in the view of the very familiar and busy street market of your hometown. Atsumu looks at you fondly, hands itching to just grab yours and pull you to his arms while you stroll around the area but his thoughts don’t let him get too far as his twin calls him. “You’re too obvious, boy. You look like a lovesick puppy,” Osamu snorts, hands in his pockets as they watch you excitedly talk to the stall owners, “she wanted you to look at her that way for so long, yanno? Too long.”

“Yeah… I still regret that,” Atsumu sadly smiles, “Nothing much I can do about it now. Our fate’s passed.”

“Or so you think,” his twin shrugs when the blonde looks at him with confusion, “YN… even without her memories of you, is still YN. It’s funny, actually. Even fate couldn’t control her. Even after all that has happened, she still wants to find you. So don’t be a coward, Tsum. You don’t need to ask the world nor the gods for a second chance. YN… she’s giving it to you herself already, even without you asking.”

Atsumu looks at you once more, heart painfully throbbing at your smile as you call the both of them over to where you are. 

“She doesn’t realize it, neither do ya but… she still looks at ya the same way as she did before,” Osamu finishes as he pats Atsumu’s back before walking to you.

“Hey! You two walk so slow,” you comment, pointing to the stall in front of you, “they have ice cream there. Want some?”

“I’ll get it,” Atsumu says as he brings out his wallet.

“I’ll have mint chocolate,” Osamu says. You open your mouth to say your order but the blonde beats you to it.

“Vanilla with chocolate drip and those colorful sprinkles on top. Your favorite, right?” Atsumu says without looking up while he tries getting some coins out. You and his twin become silent, shocked at his familiarity. Osamu internally screams at his twin, this idiot! 

On the other hand, you freeze. How did he know such a very specific detail about you?

Realizing what he just said, Atsumu stops as well, the gears in his head turning to think of an excuse, “Uhm… that was weird for me to know, huh? It’s just that Osamu complained so much about it when I was abroad. Guess it just registered in my brain hehe.”

Nice save, he thought.

“Oh…really? Haha, that’s… interesting to hear haha,” you awkwardly laugh.

“Yeah… anyway, I’m gonna–” he gestures to the stall before practically running to it.

As soon as you thought he was already far enough from the two of you, you grip Osamu’s arm and pull him closer to you and threateningly ask, “This is a question that requires an answer if you want to live through the day– who was Atsumu’s soulmate? Why is his thread also cut off?”

He yelps and stutters, “W-what? What soulmate… I have no idea!”

You tighten your grip on him, “Oh, please, Miya Osamu. I know you have an idea.”

He gulps, “I-I swear I don’t. We never knew because Atsumu couldn’t see the thread.” 

You weren’t fully satisfied with his answer yet you had no choice but to let go of him as you see Atsumu coming back. You look at Osamu with a stare that tells him you were definitely not done with the said topic yet. God, she can be scary sometimes, the lad thinks and shivers in fear.

The blonde hands you your ice cream and smiles before looking around, eyes stopping at another stall.

“Oh, look! They sell waffles there, I think? I remember it’s also your favo–” he stops talking before correcting himself, “I remember Osamu saying it’s also your favorite, am I right?”

“Oh… uhh… yeah, you’re right,” you watch them argue with their eyes, frowning. 

“I’ll buy it this time!” Osamu squeaks out, rushing off and leaving you two.

“He’s so weird,” you comment as you stand beside Atsumu, giggling when he agrees.

“I know right. The gods know how much I’ve put up with that ass,” he shakes his head before sighing, “But he’s put up with me so much as well and probably more… humbled me for so many times already. I’ve made a lot of dumb decisions in my life, yanno? But for some reason, he’s the one always anchoring me, bringing me back and reminding me I could try again,” he pauses and says thoughtfully, “that it’s never selfish to take a second chance at things… or the people I love.”

You look at him and find him already looking at you, melancholy swimming deep in his eyes. You feel another painful twist in your heart and find your eyes welling up. A tear falls down which makes you gasp, hand reaching up but Atsumu beats you to it, his palm was already on your cheek, the pad of his thumb wiping the lone tear. Realizing what he has done, he starts pulling back his hand, “sorry. I should’ve asked for your conse–”

He halts when you wrap your hand around his wrist, placing it back.

“You know, Atsumu-san. Looking at you hurts like hell,” you start, closing your eyes as you feel more tears coming down, “whenever I look at you, my heart does this painful thing where it almost feels like I’m about to have a heart attack. It’s excruciating but… it makes me feel so alive, so full at the same time. It makes me think– what if… what if you were my soulmate and I just forgot?”

You open your eyes and sadly chuckle, “I think I’m weird like Osamu too.”

You bring down both of your hands and intertwine it, “Sorry for this.”

Your heart skips yet again when he grips your hand tighter after squeezing it, all while mumbling, ‘it’s okay… I think.”

However, there's also a chord of restlessness that sits within me, eager to fill the gaps in my mind even if the universe and our fate is against doing so. Maybe, this is a taboo. Something that must remain unexplored, untouched. The complexity of it all must be left unknown, for ignorance is a bliss, they say right? Unfortunately for them, for me, and for you… the gravity that pulls me towards him is too great, too satisfying to not acknowledge. So, how can I, a mere personification of hope, not consider that blonde hair and amber eyes to be the house of the soul I’m searching for?

Treachery? Betrayal? A traitor to my soulmate? None of those matters. 

Not when you make me feel different, Atsumu.

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No matter how many times they did this, how many times he did this, it always made Steve’s stomach twitch with nerves. Even after eight years together he was afraid of the rejection, that he would do something that made Eddie look at him and re-consider all of his life choices. It wasn’t as bad as it used to be, but the nerves were still there . 

He pushed past the nerves like he did every other time, though, and zipped his jeans into place. They had a Christmas Eve party to go to, where they would spend the night around their friends and family and he would have to act like everything was completely normal. 

“Babe, are you ready?” Eddie asked as he tugged on his ugly Christmas sweater– a bright green thing with little lightbulbs all over it that actually lit up. 

Steve tugged his own ugly sweater on– a bulky red thing with Rudolph’s head on it, with a big red nose right in the middle of his chest that glowed brightly and bells all around Rudolph’s harness. “Ready.” “God, you’re so fucking cute.” Eddie pulled him in and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “C’mon, let’s go. If we’re late, Robin might make us drive the kids home again.”

“They’re not kids anymore, Ed. They’re adults. They’re adults that can drink,” Steve chuckled. Still, he followed Eddie to the front door, where they grabbed their coats before heading outside. The party was in full swing when they showed up. One group was decorating cookies at one end of the table while another group worked to put gingerbread houses together. Everyone had on their own ugly sweaters, and Dustin had light up reindeer antlers to accompany his own, which had 3-D ornaments hanging off of it. They were immediately pulled into the activities. Eddie was dragged to the gingerbread house building station while Robin pulled Steve to the kitchen so they could make more cookies. 

It was warm, and cheery, and everything that Steve had ever wanted Christmas to be. There was a part of him that ached, because it wasn’t the Christmas he’d had as a kid, but he had it now, with Eddie and Wayne and Robin and the kids that had all managed to make it here for the holiday even though they were scattered across the country now. It was enough to have him fighting back tears as he mixed up more cookie dough. “Dingus, haven’t I told you you’re not allowed to cry on Christmas?” Robin teased. She pulled him in for a tight hug, and if she was blinking her own tears away when their hug broke, that was no one else’s business.

They had dinner, and then everyone piled into the living room to open gifts. There were new books for Robin, records for Eddie– even though CDs had long since outsold vinyls. Steve had a new sweater, one hand knitted by Claudia that he hugged to his chest as everyone else opened their gifts. There were mountains of wrapping paper by the time they were finished. Steve once more got up to help clean up. It wasn’t something he was expected to do, but something he did anyway. He liked helping, being useful. Eddie curled around him when Steve took his seat again and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I love you,” he said, smiling against that golden skin. “Have I mentioned that?” “Once or twice.” Steve pressed his lips to Eddie’s and caught his hand. “Are you having a good Christmas? Have you enjoyed your presents?” “It’s been… amazing.” Eddie grinned at him. “They’ve all been amazing with you, Steve.” Steve pecked Eddie’s lips. “This one isn’t over yet,” he said. At Eddie’s raised eyebrows he just smiled. “You’ll see when we get home.” “Will I now?” Eddie looked at him, clearly wanting at least a hint. Steve just grinned and tucked even deeper into Eddie’s side. 

The party ended shortly after that, when everyone was yawning and eyelids were droopy. There were lots of hugs, kisses on the cheek, wishes of Merry Christmas and drive safe. That was one of Steve’s favorite parts, hearing all the love as they all went their separate ways. He hated the leaving, but all that love always made it more than worth it.

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“Where’s my other gift?” Eddie asked as soon as they were on the road. “ What’s my other gift?” 

“Has anyone told you that patience is a virtue?” Steve teased. 

“Yeah, and you of all people should know that I’ve never been very virtuous, Steve.” Eddie reached over to take his hand. “C’mon, I wanna know.” “Okay, okay. I’ll give you a hint.” He brought Eddie’s hand under the hem of his sweater, then pushed his fingers down… down… just past the waistband of his jeans, to where they could both feel the silky fabric underneath. The choked sound Eddie made brought heat into Steve’s cheeks. 

“Jesus, baby. You’ve been wearing those all night?” he asked, eyes flicking over to Steve’s face. “Fuck… you’re gonna kill me.” “You haven’t even seen them yet.” Steve grinned as his nerves melted away, the way they always did when he got to see Eddie’s reaction. 

“Don’t have to see them to know that I want to take them off with my teeth, do I?” 

Heat pooled low in Steve’s belly. “Try not to tear them this time?” 

“No promises, sweetheart.”

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They managed to get through the doors and to get their coats and scarves hung up before Eddie was on him. Cold hands slipped beneath his shirt, making him yelp. It was swallowed down by Eddie’s mouth as his back was pressed against the wall. Those hands he loved dipped beneath the waistband of his jeans to grip his ass through the fabric of the panties. “I want to see these.” Eddie was practically panting with need. He was hard and hot, and when he rolled his hips Steve could feel the evidence of his desire against his hip. 

“Take me upstairs,” Steve encouraged. “Wanna show you. They’re so pretty, Eddie.” He buried his fingers into his boyfriend’s hair and groaned as those sharp teeth dug into his throat. There would be bruises in the morning, for the next few days. His chest thrummed at the idea, and he lifted a leg to pull Eddie closer. “Eddie, baby–” 

Eddie broke away with a growl and grabbed Steve’s hand. They tripped over their feet as they hurried upstairs and into their bedroom. “I wanna see,” he breathed. “Wanna touch. Fuck, Steve, you know what you do to me?” He pushed at Steve’s stupid fucking sweater, tossed it into a corner of the room where the red nose would glow for the rest of the night. He nudged Steve back onto the bed and leaned over him. “You’re so fucking pretty, sweetheart. Wanna get a look at those panties, and then I’m gonna suck your cock in them.” “Eddie–” Steve trembled as nimble fingers got his jeans open and down. Eddie didn’t stop there, he tugged Steve’s shoes off, tugged the jeans off of his legs, and when he looked up it was a million fucking wonders that he didn’t come in his jeans. “Oh, Jesus, sweetheart. You made yourself so pretty for me, didn’t you?” The panties were red satin, with white lace where they were cut up on Steve’s hips. The fabric dug in there, and Eddie had the desire to sink his teeth into those divots. Steve was still so strong, but he’d softened a little and Eddie was more than a little in love with it. He didn’t have time to worship those hips, though, because coming down from the panties were clips that held up red thigh highs with white lace trim. 

“I’m gonna eat you up.” Eddie ran his hands up Steve’s calves, to his thighs, and leaned in to nose at his cock. There was already a wet spot against the fabric from how wet Steve was. “I”m gonna tear you apart, Stevie.” 

“Eddie–” Steve gasped as Eddie’s teeth found his thigh, just above where the stocking ended. “Oh god – I’m all yours. Want you so bad, sweetheart. Fuck .” Eddie growled as he pulled off, only to latch on to the same spot on the other thigh. He hummed as he sucked and worked his teeth. Every moan and whimper that spilled out of Steve’s lips spurred him on. When he pulled off there were two matching bruises left behind. “Gonna take care of you. You’re my beautiful boy, aren’t you?” “Yes,” Steve practically sobbed. “Fuck, Eddie, need you to touch me.” His legs were pulled over Eddie’s shoulders, and then Eddie’s mouth was on his cock, further soaking the fabric. “Please, please–” “Beg so pretty. You beg so fucking pretty, sweetheart.” Eddie groaned and ran his hands up Steve’s body. “You’re so beautiful.” “Eddie,” he whimpered. “Please–” Just like he’d promised, Eddie tugged the material down, down, until Steve’s cock was free. “Gonna fuck you,” he breathed. “Gonna make you see stars with my mouth, and then we’re gonna make sure the neighbors file a noise complaint.” “Eddie!” Steve cried out as Eddie’s mouth found his cock and began tonguing at the head. He wasn’t sure what he liked more, the way Eddie spewed filth like he was made for it or the way he sucked dick. Before Steve could really distract himself with a debate, Eddie took him in, swallowed him all the way down and sucked hard. 

“Oh god –” Tears pricked Steve’s eyes as Eddie worked him over. Deeper, with his tongue and his hands and just the barest hint of teeth dragging over the head of his cock. “Eddie– Eddie–” 

Eddie just hummed around him and looked up through those long lashes. Steve would never get tired of seeing the love of his life looking at him so adoringly. His hand caught Eddie’s where it rested against his hip to hold him in place. He’d been keyed up since the car, and actually having Eddie’s hands on him was pushing him closer to the edge. “Not gonna last much longer,” he breathed. 

Eddie bobbed his head, and with every movement that pulled him off of Steve’s cock he used one hand to keep stroking. His movements were tight and quick. Steve came with his free hand buried in Eddie’s hair and his back bowing off of the bed. 

“Fuck– fuck fuck Eddie –” Eddie swallowed him down the way he’d done a million times before. Only when Steve's sounds started changing from pleasure to a little pained did he pull off. 

“Kiss me?” Steve panted. He caressed Eddie’s cheek, over to his lips. “Please?”

Eddie slowly kissed up Steve’s body, over the soft expanse of his stomach and up towards his chest. At Steve’s neck he pressed a kiss to the hickey he’d left earlier. “Love doing that for you,” he breathed. “Love hearing the way you say my name.” He caught Steve’s mouth with a hum, and when those pretty lips parted he pressed inside, giving Steve a taste of himself. “Love you , sweetheart. All of you.” He ghosted his hand down Steve’s side and to his thigh. “I love you, too.” Steve nipped Eddie’s lower lip. “Know how much I love you?” Eddie hid his smile in Steve’s neck as he nipped at more of that beautiful skin. “How much, baby?”

“I love you so much that I still want you to fuck me even though you’re still wearing that stupid Christmas sweater.” He flicked one of the lightbulbs that was flashing up by Eddie’s ear. 

Eddie laughed bright and loud as he straightened up. He tugged the sweater off and tossed it in the general direction of Rudolph. “Better?” “Much.” Steve pulled Eddie back in to kiss him slow and deep. His fingers trailed over all of that tattooed skin to bring their bodies closer together. He wanted more, always wanted more, but just getting to kiss and touch Eddie was always good. 

Eddie ground down against him, reminding them both that he was still hard in the confines of his jeans. “I have another promise to keep,” he murmured into Steve’s mouth. Steve shivered and leaned up for a kiss. “And I have another present for you.” He nipped Eddie’s lower lip. “Do you want me to show it to you or do you want to find it yourself?”

Eddie all but growled into his mouth again. “I’m telling you, you’re trying to kill me,” he murmured. He stood up to shuck out of the rest of his clothes. “They better put Death by Steve Harrington on my tombstone.” “Stop talking about dying and get over here,” he said, and he nudged Eddie with his foot. “I wanna kiss you more.” 

“So impatient, Stevie.” Eddie found the garter clips and unfastened them easily so he could tug the panties down but leave the stockings on. His lips trailed over Steve’s calf and up that beautiful thigh again. A glistening silver thing caught his eye and he choked on air again. “Oh. Oh, sweetheart. You’ve been wearing this all night?” 

Wandering fingers slipped up, up, between Steve’s thighs and then his cheeks. The plug was warm and wide against Steve’s skin. 

“All day.” Steve held himself open for Eddie’s viewing pleasure. “Put it in after my shower this morning.” “Christ.” Eddie gripped the plug and began working it against Steve’s rim, causing him to twitch and whine. “You’re fucking perfect. Made for me, weren’t you, sweetheart? You’re my good boy.” Steve rocked towards Eddie’s hand with another sound. “Please, Eddie. Been waiting for you all day. I need you.” “I know you do, sweetheart.” He tugged the plug out to the widest point, pushed it back in, back and forth to get more of those beautiful sounds. “I can see you now, opening yourself up in the shower and putting this thing in. Did you come then, Steve? Did you come thinking about me fucking you tonight?” “ Yes –” Steve’s thighs twitched. “Eddie, Eddie please, I need it, I need you, stop playing with me please –” It was so fucking much and yet not enough to get him off again. “Fuck me, please–” Eddie pulled the plug out once more, this time letting it come out all the way. His eyes were darker than ever as he slotted himself between Steve’s thighs and lined up against his hole. Steve watched those eyes as Eddie got situated, as his legs were over Eddie’s arms– As Eddie began working inside with quick, shallow thrusts that had his breath coming out in small puffs. The plug had been wide, but Eddie was wider. There was an initial burn, there always was, but it quickly melted away into pleasure so strong that Steve did cry then. 

There was no time to beg Eddie to move, to beg him to do something. Steve was essentially folded in half with the angle they were at. Eddie caught his mouth in a sloppy kiss. His hips began rolling quickly, speeding up until he pounded into Steve’s body with a rhythm that had them both gasping. 

Steve’s blunt nails slipped over Eddie’s back, his ass, his arms as he tried his best to hold on. The pleasure was just so intense, and he was losing it fast. The angle had Eddie so deep in his body, and the way the head of his cock kept dragging over Steve’s prostate was enough to deliver on the promise to see stars. 

They held on together, rocked together. Eddie cursed against Steve’s mouth, and when he wasn’t cursing he was letting words like “good boy” and “beautiful” slip out. Every word of praise felt like it was branded into Steve’s skin. Eddie always did that to him, too. He didn’t doubt whether he was good, or deserving, or loved with Eddie. 

Even though he’d already gotten off once, his second orgasm didn’t take long. It swept through and over him in waves. He sobbed Eddie’s name and left pink scratches over the parts of him that weren’t tattooed. 

“Steve–” Eddie bit down on Steve’s lower lip as he buried himself. The tightening of Steve’s body pulled Eddie over the edge, had him coming deep inside of this man he loved so much. 

When it was over he released Steve’s legs and fell to the bed. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but neither man was sure if their legs would hold them up long enough to move. 

“Best present ever,” Eddie murmured into Steve’s neck. 

Steve grinned and kissed his sweat damp hair. “Yeah? You liked it?”

“Love it.” He pressed kisses into Steve’s jaw. “Did you? Was it too much?” “Never.” Steve turned his head to catch Eddie’s lips in another kiss. “It was perfect.”

It took a few minutes, but once they were sure their legs would hold them they got up and made their way to the bathroom to clean up. They dressed in their matching pajamas that Wayne had gotten for them Christmas the year before and slipped beneath the covers together, with Eddie’s head tucked into Steve’s neck. 

“I love you,” Steve murmured into his hair. 

“Love you, too.” Eddie squeezed him tight. “Merry Christmas, Stevie.”

“Merry Christmas, Eds.” 

#Steddiemas #Smutty Sunday #I'm sorry this is coming on a Wednesday lol #Steddie fic #Steddie ficlet #My writing #My fic #I need an official 'my writing' tag

[nikxierocks]

House Symbolism with the LOV

Ok so I was just thinking abt how Touya burned down Toga’s home pre final arc and it was totally an act of kindness and from a place of empathy because he knows what it’s like to have a home that rejects you and is the source of all your suffering.

If he was just trying to grow her hatred or something he probably would’ve stoked her negative feelings, but he didn’t. This was as close to an act of comfort as we’re probably ever going to get from Touya in this series.

But that has brought me to a startling realization. Touya is the only main villain (excluding AFO this ain’t abt him) to not destroy his childhood home.

Shigaraki obviously destroyed his when he was a kid; it fits perfectly in line with his themes of destroying things he hates, and tearing down this world that has silently rejected him (and those like him). For a child, their home is basically their whole world. And his (in his own words!) rejected him silently, the same way hero society has rejected the LOV. It makes perfect sense.

Toga’s home being destroyed by Touya also makes sense. Her whole story is about how the league gave her the freedom to be herself and freed her from the judgement of her own family and peers. Of course it would be a league member who tears down the origin of this judgement, who fully frees her from her past. However, it is significant that it wasn’t Toga herself who did this. Because as we realize later, Toga is has not freed herself from the trauma of her family home.

And so, that leaves us with Touya. Sweet baby Touya. His family home is still standing. Fully. The origin of all of his suffering is still standing tall, and he has not freed himself of it. Nor has anyone else. This reflects perfectly in the story, as well. Endeavor is still the number one hero, and Shouto’s still fighting as well. Because of that (at least in his own eyes), Touya cannot be free.

Another thing that I think is really interesting is that both Touya and Toga went back home. Touya upon returning home was met with a cruel rejection and received no comfort, leading him to turn into Dabi. Toga finds the same thing upon returning to her home, but this time someone is there to make things ok. This is definitely very headcanon-y, but I think that’s partially why Touya burned it down. He literally went through the same thing as her, and he’s not going to let her get chained to the painful memory of her past the same way he did. Or something like that. Probably not nearly as virtuous since it is Touya but yk. He’s got a big heart somewhere in there <3

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And so this post has come full circle, meaning my work here is now done. My dinner is cold because I wrote this post instead of eating, but it’s worth it because I haven’t made a post in a while!

I love Toga and Touya so much they are literally the siblings ever. One day I’ll go back and reread Tomura stuff too but that’s a mission for another day. Until next time, I’ll see ya later!

#bnha #mha #dabi my hero academia #my hero acedamia #my hero manga #boku no hero acedamia #himiko toga #toga himiko #dabi mha #dabi bnha #dabi #mha toga #bnha toga #league of villains #mha shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #tomura shiragaki #all my homies hate afo #I think about this manga too much #todoroki touya #touya todoroki #my pookies :(

[gatorbites-imagines]

The request

“Hey! I think your doing him so if not just ignore this but could I get a Corey Cunningham x male reader we’re the reader is already a slasher and it’s basically like what happened with Michael and him but with the reader instead as well as them ending up in a relationship together?”

Corey Cunningham x Slasher male reader

Headcanons

(This gif makes me go feral omg)

Halloween ends spoilers, don’t want spoilers? Don’t read

Reader replaces Michael in this universe, the reader is still older than Corey just not as much. I might have really embraced the whole, Michael Myers is fear itself in this.

Tw for slasher things, like murder, blood, gore, that kinda stuff

-          Michael Myers still exists in this universe, but he dies before Halloween Kills, and instead if you who take his place. You couldn’t explain why you did it, you just felt like it was your duty to continue where Michael Myers left off.

-          You had been a normal person once, maybe too normal. Normal education, normal family, normal job, normal house. Everything was like… normal. You worked a job that paid not too little but not too much, and you lived alone after finishing university with normal grades.

-          You grew empty and felt nothing. You were empty and hollowed out of everything that made you human. That’s when you hurt yourself on accident. You had sliced a large cut across your palm when making dinner, and the sight of blood had flickered a spark in your chest you thought you had lost.

-          From then on you started hurting yourself just to feel something, and soon that wasn’t enough. You tried to hurt animals, but it didn’t give you the same spark as yourself. That night you killed your first human, and it was like what little was left of your humanity vanished.

  -          You put on a mask you had leftover from last years Halloween, a blank mask that had a shape that reminded you of an owl, sharp at the bottom with large round dark eyes.

-          That Halloween you massacred more people than you could count, and you didn’t care to count in the first place. The action of killing others made you feel alive like you never had before.

-          Your fun was cut short though, when you were attacked by the mob and they beat you, and ripped off your mask. Amongst the crowd of people, you saw your family, who all looked at you in fear and distraught, seeing their son become the cities new boogeyman.

-          You beat you and stabbed you until you could be nothing but dead, and as most people left you rose to your feet once more, killed the few people still there and dragged yourself away, the non-human feeling in your chest spreading throughout your entire body. Slowly you dragged yourself into the sewers and disappeared, your fire subdued as you went to lick your wounds.

-          What you didn’t know during your time in the sewers was that your future partner was born that night, during an accident.

  -          They called you many names, The predator, the Owl, the Bird of Prey. They never used your name, like rejecting to name you removed you from who you once were and made your old self into one of the Owls many victims.

-          Your family left Haddonfield and disappeared, not able to put up with the shame and disgust that was given to them by the rest of the city after what you did.

-          Things continue like the movie, and you end up dragging Corey in the sewers, watching from your crack in the wall as the curly haired man slowly woke up and staggered around. As he staggered past you, you lurched from the shadows and grabbed him by the throat, your hand covering most of his throat as you choked him.

-          Corey looked deeply into the bottomless shadows that were the eyes of your mask, and you saw the fears and deeply buried darkness in him. As you dropped him, he fled, and you felt it when he killed the homeless man, the acting sending a shiver through your body as if you had been the one to do the kill.

  -          It continues like the movie and you both kill Doug, Allyson’s boss, and her coworker. You couldn’t help but feel what must be jealousy whenever Allyson is mentioned, or you kill for her. And as Corey falls further and further into his darkness his attraction to Allyson disappears.

-          Instead, the two of you are drawn more and more together. Instead of stealing your mask, Corey gets your help in killing the bullies who gave him the cut on his hand, whilst Corey wears his own mask, it’s like a higher quality scarecrow mask, more like a sack pulled over his head with dark bottomless eyes and a sewn-on smile.

 -          That Halloween Haddonfield doesn’t go into chaos like the movie, and Laurie and Allyson are left alive. Even the radio guy is still alive. As morning comes the two of you retreat to the sewers for another year, neither of you human enough anymore to need sunlight, food, or water.

-          Down in the darkness of the sewers you and Corey hold each other, your masks pressed together as if your lips could meet through the material. Corey runs his tongue over the inside of his mask, some part of his brain knowing you are doing the same and shivering at the action.

-          In the past you might have removed your masks, but now it didn’t feel right, like taking the mask off was the biggest wrong one could commit in the world.

-          And so, you spent the next year with only each other, in the darkness, hands running all over one another and grabbing and pulling, your masks pressed together in some type of kiss, as you waited.

-          Waited for the next Halloween, where the Owl and the Scarecrow would descend upon Haddonfield once more, and rake in all the sacrifices they wanted before disappearing until the next year once again.

#male reader #corey cunningham #slasher reader #slasher male reader #slasher #corey cunningham imagine #corey cunningham x male reader #corey cunningham headcanon #corey cunningham x reader #slasher imagine #slasher headcanon #slasher x male reader #slasher x reader #halloween ends

[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

North Dakota Republicans be like:

Ten days after narrowly defeating a bill to provide free school lunches to low-income K-12 students, the North Dakota Senate approved legislation to increase the amount of money lawmakers and other state employees receive in meal reimbursements.

A leading Republican senator says employee meal compensation rates and free school lunch programs aren't related issues, but top Democrats see the chamber’s conflicting actions on the two bills as unjustifiable.

“I thought today’s vote was very self-serving,” said Senate Minority Leader Kathy Hogan, D-Fargo. “How can we vote for ourselves when we can’t vote for children?”

The Republican-dominated Senate in late March rejected House Bill 1491 by a single vote. The legislation, which had previously passed the House, would have dedicated $6 million over the next two school years to cover lunch costs for K-12 students with family incomes below double the federal poverty level. Children from families of four making less than $60,000 a year would have qualified.

A federal program already provides free meals to students from families making below 130% of the federal poverty level, so the state allocation nixed by senators would have applied to kids with family incomes between 130-200% of the poverty level.

The Senate voted 26-21 on Thursday, April 6, to pass Senate Bill 2124, which would raise the meal reimbursements received by state employees during travel within North Dakota. Lawmakers attending interim legislative meetings are eligible for the payments, but they do not receive meal reimbursements during biennial sessions.

If Gov. Doug Burgum signs the bill, state employees could collect up to $45 a day to pay for breakfast, lunch and dinner. That’s a hike of nearly 29% on the current reimbursement rate of $35. The added cost to the state would be nearly $1 million over the next two-year budget cycle.

Thirteen Republican senators, including Majority Leader David Hogue and Assistant Majority Leader Jerry Klein, voted to increase meal reimbursements after voting against the free school lunch bill.

Hogue declined to comment on the reason he voted for Senate Bill 2124 and against House Bill 1491. He said North Dakota lawmakers often are asked to devote state funds to expand federal programs, like the National School Lunch Program or Medicaid.

“I don’t have a good answer for you as (to) why we do it sometimes and not others,” Hogue said.

Klein said he doesn’t think there’s “any correlation whatsoever” between the two bills, noting that lawmakers have to “treat each issue separately.”

State employees should get a higher per diem because inflation has made eating out much more expensive, he noted.

Klein said there is still money available and time left before lawmakers leave Bismarck to approve funding for school lunches. Last week, the House added the $6 million for free school lunches into a separate bill that has not yet returned to the Senate.

The other Republican senators who voted for Senate Bill 2124 and against House Bill 1491 are Randy Burckhard, David Clemens, Bob Erbele, Judy Estenson, Curt Kreun, Judy Lee, Randy Lemm, Larry Luick, Don Schaible, Terry Wanzek and Mike Wobbema.

Hogan said she was shocked and disappointed by Thursday’s vote. She dismissed Klein’s suggestion that the two bills are unrelated, noting that they would both spend taxpayer money to cover meals for North Dakotans.

The Senate’s inconsistent actions on the two bills will confuse the public and hurt the chamber’s credibility, Hogan said.

“There’s no underlying consistent philosophy to how we’re spending money in this session, and this is a classic example of it,” Hogan said.

Assistant House Minority Leader Zac Ista, a Grand Forks Democrat at the forefront of the push for free school lunches, said the Legislature should be looking to support both students and state employees.

“I think it shows (the Senate’s) priorities are a little out of whack when they have no problem increasing the meal reimbursement rate for ourselves but not for those families that may be struggling to make ends meet,” Ista said.

#us politics #news #inforum #2023 #north dakota #North Dakota Republicans #republicans #conservatives #gop #gop policy #gop platform #republican family values #free school lunches #meal reimbursements #North Dakota Senate #Kathy Hogan #House Bill 1491 #Senate Bill 2124 #Gov. Doug Burgum #David Hogue #Jerry Klein #National School Lunch Program #Zac Ista #memes #cruelty is the point

[cwritesforfun]

TSITP: Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader: this is me trying

Inspired by the song this is me trying by Taylor Swift and some songs from folklore and just Taylor Swift songs in general so let me know if you like this style of quick story:) here is a link to the song 

Y/N = Your Name & S/N = Sister’s Name ** I do not own the TSITP characters or plot!** Yes, I do change the plot a bit.

Lyrics from songs in italics - let me know how many songs you can count

Y/N’s POV

Cousins Beach has always been a beautiful place to visit over the summer. My family has been friends with the Fisher and Conklin families since I was young. I was always closest with Belly, as we were the only two girls besides our moms. Steven was friendly enough. Jeremiah always knew to bring the party to us and was there if you asked, But, Conrad, Conrad was there no matter what. I never had to ask. When the rest of the kids walked together, he would walk by me so I didn’t have to walk alone. He would help me calm my anxiety by walking on the beach with me. He would save me from uncomfortable social situations. When my dad died, he would text me every week (I told him every day was too much). I truly appreciated him more than he ever would know because when I break it's in a million pieces. I was hurting so much, but I had him. My family sold our old home when my father died, but Laurel lets us stay with their family every summer now. It was very sweet of her to do that and it also means endless summer sleepovers with Belly. It can be a little mentally taxing to not have a space to decompress after a long day socializing, so I tend to go on runs after dinner around the beach. My twin sister, S/N, joined me once, but now she prefers partying with Steven.

This year, everything is different. Belly is being entered into the debutante ball. I went a few years ago and my escort was Conrad. I wonder who will take her this year. Susannah has breast cancer and I can tell it’s taking a toll on Conrad a lot. I’ve tried to talk to him about it, but he keeps pushing me away. 

Dinner tonight has been tense. Belly somehow snuck out to the party at the beach. And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound. I was there because S/N wanted me as her moral support if she was rejected by guys or girls, but I mainly hung out with Jeremiah because he’s funny to watch when he gets drunk. I did see Conrad drinking and smoking off to the side. He glared at me when I got another drink. I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me. No idea what his problem is. He won’t talk to me. It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you...

And since that happened, the family is torn. Belly was in no real danger since I was with her at the party and watching over her, but my family didn’t like the idea of a small girl watching another small girl. They said it was unsafe for us to be alone, even though we were with other people at the party. Conrad’s parents got mad because he was supposed to watch everyone as the “oldest” sibling there. The funny thing is, Conrad and I are the same age.

I watch as Conrad storms outside after dinner. I watch his dad follows him outside. Susannah leans over to me and says “Go outside and check on Conrad, will you? I know his father can be a bit direct and Conrad doesn’t always respond best to that. He’ll need you.” I get up and walk through the back door outside. I hear Mr. Fisher say in a slightly raised voice “You’re the oldest. You’re supposed to look out for the younger kids.” UH OH! I exclaim “Technically, we’re the same age.” Conrad says “Go away, Y/N.” Mr. Fisher says “Conrad, apologize right now.” I reply “It’s okay, Mr. Fisher. Um... could you tell my mom I’m going on a run and I’ll be back after?” He nods and I storm past them to the house. 

I change, put my headphones on, and run on the beach. I collapse on the beach at the end and put my feet in the cold wet sand. It feels amazing here. I take off my headphones and watch the waves wash over the beach. It’s weird but fuckin’ beautiful. 

I hear footsteps and wonder who they sent to check on me. I hear “May I join you?” I see Conrad and I ask “Oh so you finally want to talk to me now?” And my words shoot to kill when I’m mad. I have a lot of regret about that.  Conrad sits then asks “Uhh something like that. I’m sorry. Do you want water? I figured you would be thirsty after the run. I was waiting to see you run by.” I reply “I will gladly accept, thanks, Conrad.” He replies “Of course.”

I look at the water and exclaim “Sorry for snapping a minute ago. I just get in my head sometimes and I know it was rude of me to say that. If you didn’t want to talk, I shouldn’t have tried to push you.” He replies “It’s alright. You’re the only one who cares enough to try.” I look at him and see tears staining his cheeks. I reach over and we hug. He rests his head in the crook of my neck and just lets all his tears out. I can tell he has been holding them back by how his tears ricochet. 

Eventually, Conrad pulls away from the hug and says “Everyone either doesn’t try to talk to me or they seem afraid of me. I feel like I’ve lost everyone and I have no one left. No one makes me feel like I’m worth anything. I just ... I’m hurting and I miss when days were better. My dad ... he said that I should’ve been a better example. He could smell the alcohol on my breath and he wants me to shape up. He doesn’t see that this is me trying.” I take his hands in mine and say “Conrad Fisher, you’re worth more than gold. You have a wonderful beautiful soul and you deserve so much happiness. I’m sorry to hear how you’ve been feeling, but I want you to know I’m here for you. I’m here for a crying session, a good escape from reality, and I can beat up someone for you if you need me to.” He half smiles and says “But you’re a small girl and they’re not good at defending themselves.” Ahahaha throwing our parent’s words at each other, are we? I half smile and say “And you’re just the oldest sibling who too many people expect too much from.” He nods and says “It’s too much.” I reply “The past few years, when times were tough and I didn’t see a reason to keep going, you were the light in my life. You were a person who helped me see how wonderful life could be amidst the worry and grief. This place on the beach is where we would often find each other when my anxiety got really bad. I don’t know if you remember. But... this is our spot where we let go and allow ourselves to really feel what we feel.” He looks out and wraps his arm around my shoulders. I lean against him and I feel his arms tracing patterns on my arm. We talk more and the sun fully sets.

I pull away from him and we stand up. We start walking back to the house and Conrad exclaims “Thank you for letting me talk and feel and be myself. I would be lying if I said that was it for my problems.” I stop walking and ask “What’s wrong, Conrad?” He stops, looks down at the ground, and says “Nothing is wrong. Well to me, it’s not wrong. It’s stupid really. I don’t know why I feel the need to tell you because it could mean I lose you.” I take his hands in mine and say “You’re scaring me, Conrad. Please tell me what can’t you tell me that means I no longer want in your life.” He replies “I am so very in love with you, Y/N.” HOLY BLEEPING WHAT?!?!?  He quickly drops my hands and says “Just forget I said that, please. We’ll be friends and I can move on. Just don’t tell everyone please.” I put my hands on both sides of his face and say “I love you too, you big idiot.” He smiles and we kiss. Love you to the moon and to Saturn Passed down like folk songs The love lasts so long...

#conrad fisher #tsitp #tsitp fanfic #tsitp x reader #tsitp conrad #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x y/n #the summer i turned pretty #fanfiction #fanfic #Conrad fisher rec

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Just Between Us (Request)

Words: 1,495

Warnings: None, this is a fluff piece

Author’s Notes: Meet the Parents fic, really cute and fluffy story!

Maggie had seen her eldest son bring home his fair share of girlfriends when he was growing up. Their home had become a revolving door for bright eyed teenage girls that Jack would bring home to meet the family, and then she would never see them again. She had gotten used to the usual greetings and get to know you questions, making sure to remember each of their names, because if they were important to Jack, they were important to her, even if their relationships were over in a blink of an eye. It also meant that when she brought up “Hannah” or “Brie” casually at dinner, she was met with the wrath of her child, who was hiding his heartbreak behind an adolescent arrogance. “We’re not together anymore. I’ve moved on,” he would reassure her each time, but she couldn’t help but hurt for him. This cycle continued well into his twenties as his popularity and career grew, and now she was apprehensive that he would fall for a girl who only wanted something from him. She knew how much his career meant to him, and he made a lot of sacrifices to get where he was, including guarding his heart. Her only hope was that he would find the right girl, who loved him for the great man that he had become, and he wouldn’t get hurt.

When she met you for the first time, she felt a weight fall off her shoulders. Here was a girl who had her own career, her own life before she met Jack, and it felt like a mutual infatuation rather than a business transaction. You were smart, polite, and the look of pure love you gave Jack whenever you were with him, reminded her of the first months of her relationship with Brian. You were all sitting around the dinner table the first night of your visit, Jack rambling about how you two had met over dessert. “She’s an amazing photographer, she shot the images for my last GQ shoot. I looked damn good in them.” Jack smiled at you, and you gave him a weak smile back. While you appreciated all of the praise Jack was providing, you didn’t want to seem arrogant in front of his family. “I’m freelance, so I’ve gotten a chance to work with for a few magazines, but Jack was definitely the biggest celebrity I’ve worked with so far.” Jack squeezed your hand resting on the dining table, but you quickly pulled your hands into your lap before anyone could see. Jack shrugged off your dismissal, trying not to show any hurt on his face.

“Tell us Y/N,” Clay started, taking a drink before continuing, “did you have to use a special camera lens to fit all of Jack’s giant forehead in the picture?” You let out a small laugh, Clay tickled with himself for making you giggle. Jack kicked Clay under the table, a hard thump heard by all. “Ow!” Clay reached down to rub his shin. “Help me with the dishes, boys”, Maggie raised up from the table, empty plates in her hands. “Oh, can I help you, Mrs. Harlow?” you asked watching her balance dishes on her arms. “Please, call me Maggie, and I think the boys have got it. You should go upstairs and relax, I know you’ve had a long day of travel.” She gave you a genuine smile, motioning with her eyes for Jack to clean up. Jack leaned over to give you a kiss, and you presented your cheek before he could reach your lips. Maggie noticed the change in Jack’s demeanor, Jack letting out a heaving sigh before standing up.

“Everything okay with Y/N?” Maggie asked as she handed Jack a rinsed plate to place in the dishwasher. “Yeah, of course. Should anything be wrong?” Clay walked by, slapping Jack with the dish towel in his hand. Jack grabbed it midair, pulling Clay closer, a scowl on his face. “I think she means why is she disgusted by you?” Maggie scolded Clay, giving him a disapproving look. “Clay, that is not what I meant.” “What are you guys talking about?” “We all saw her reject your kiss. Weren’t we all sitting at the same table?” Jack shrugged, his shoulders drooping.  “She’s just not into PDA, I shouldn’t have pushed her.” Clay poured himself a glass of milk from the fridge, downing the whole thing in one gulp. “Or she hates you.” “GET OUT!” Jack pointed out of the kitchen, Clay backing out of the room slowly.

“Do you think Clay’s right?” Maggie looked over her shoulder at Jack leaning against the sink. “No, hon, if there is one thing I know, it’s that Y/N really cares for you.” She patted Jack on the cheek, receiving a small smile from her son in return. “Talk to her. Maybe she just has some boundaries you have to respect.” Jack bounded up the stairs to find you, but Maggie came across you first as you came in from the backyard, sliding the patio door shut behind you. “Oh, I think Jack was looking for you upstairs.” You simply nodded, keeping your eyes on the tiles of the floor. “We’ve really loved having you here, Y/N. It’s nice to have another woman in the house around all of these guys.” You walked up to the sink, taking a dish towel to dry the pots Maggie had just finished cleaning. “I’ve only got brothers, so I’m used to it, but thank you so much for inviting me.” You returned to your chores, the room going silent.

“It’s okay, you know?” You looked up at Jack’s mom, who had been silently studying you. “I’m sorry?”, you swallowed, clearing your throat. “I know what you’re thinking. What will Jack’s family think about a girl he brought home after only knowing her for three months. Especially if they see you holding hands at the dinner table. What does she want from him? Money? Fame?” You froze in place, waiting for her to continue. “Jack may be a lot of things, but above all he is discerning. I have seen him grow a lot of the last few years, mostly because he had to, and I haven’t seen him be able to purely follow his heart in a long time.” You sighed, knowing where this was going. Maggie was just trying to protect her son, and she wouldn’t let any girl get in the way of her son’s success.

“I think this is the first time I have seen him truly in love.” You turned to her shocked, not expecting her to say that. You gripped the side of the counter, your gaze turned to the dark backyard. “I really love your son, Maggie.” “I know you do. I couldn’t be happier for the both of you.” She pulled you in for a hug, and you were finally able to let go of the worry you had been holding in all night.

After searching the house for a few minutes, you found Jack sitting on his childhood swings in the backyard. “Hey you. What are you doing in the dark?” You sat in the neighboring swing, letting your legs dangle. “Hey.” Jack replied quietly. “Listen, Jack, I wanted to apologize to you. I shouldn’t have dropped your hand or dodged your kiss. I just didn’t want your family to think I was some groupie.” Jack laughed, clutching his chest. “Thank God! I thought you didn’t like me or something.” You chuckled, pushing him in the shoulder. “Are you kidding me, I more than like you. I love you, Jack. I know it’s fast, and we’ve only been dating for a couple of months, but when you feel as strongly as I do, I think you should tell that person.” Jack stared at you for a couple of moments. “Too much? Jack, say something.” He stood up, pulling you up from your swing tightly into his body. He kissed you soft and passionately, and for the first time tonight, you didn’t care who saw. You finally separated, your eyes closed in complete bliss. “I love you too, Y/N.”

“Come on now! This is a respectable neighborhood. Keep it PG kids!”, Clay yelled out. You both turned to the porch to see Clay, Maggie and Brian standing on the deck. You hid your face in Jack’s chest, embarrassed for a whole other reason. “She doesn’t hate me. In fact, she loves me!” Jack called out, pumping his fist in the air. Maggie cheered, Brian giving Jack a thumbs up in congratulations. “It’s not too late to back out Y/N, we would all understand.” Clay replied, dashing to get into the house when he saw Jack start chasing after him. Clay managed to lock the door before Jack could get in. Jack pulled at the handle as Clay taunted him from the other side of the glass. “Open the door Clay, I just wanna talk.”

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow x reader #jackharlow #jack harlow concepts #jackman harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagine

[obetrolncocktails]

Karma Sutra | Sam Kiszka X Reader | Part 5

Warnings: None really! Fluff, some slight angst on Sam's part (guilt).

Word Count: 4.4K

A/N: This is somewhat of an "in-between" chapter where we see a little more development in the relationship, as well as how Sam is feeling with the bet weighing on his shoulders as he finds himself falling for Y/n. Also! We will meet Danny in the next chapter!

Summary: With things getting more serious in your relationship, Sam invites you to his family dinner...but he also has another proposition lined up.

“So, what’s he wearing?” Paige asked, tossing pretzel pieces into her mouth. You were an hour and a half into the dress hunt for the winter formal. 

“I’m not sure,” you admitted, shrugging your shoulders. “We haven’t gotten that far yet.”

“Too busy doing other things?” She said with her mouth full, her eyebrows raising as she teased you. 

“Shut up,” You said, embarrassment forcing you to chuckle nervously. You covered your face from her view with the taffeta fabric of the next dress. 

“For real, though. I’m really happy for you guys. You look happy. Happier than I’ve ever seen you, I think.” Paige looked at you for a long moment before dusting her fingers off on her pants and standing up from the dressing room bench, clapping her hands together. “Okay, let’s try this one on,” she said. “You’re not tired of trying these on yet, are you?” She asked, turning her attention to the handful of dresses you had already said no to. 

“I was tired after the first two,” you admitted. “But it has to be perfect. I want to feel comfortable. Those weren’t doing it for me.” 

“So nothing super tight?” Paige asked, walking with you into one of the unoccupied stalls. “Y/n, can I offer some advice?” She asked again, shutting the door behind her, leaving the two of you inside the small dressing stall. 

“Sure,” you sighed, putting your hand on your hip as she unfolded the next dress in her hands. 

“Take a risk,” she said. “You can look sexy without feeling like you’re being someone else. Let’s try to find something that makes you feel comfortable, but that flatters your figure. You’ve got a beautiful body. You should show it off. I promise you we'll find something that looks phenomenal on you. We just have to be patient and you have to keep an open mind.” You nodded after a moment. 

“Okay, okay, give me the dress,” you said, pulling off your clothes. Paige bunched the dress methodically in her hands, pulling it over your head. As the dress fell over your body, she shook her head with rejection.. 

“Nope, it’s not the one,” Paige said, looking into the mirror from behind your shoulder. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s pretty. But it’s not a show stopper, and it’s not your dress.” You turned, looking at yourself at different angles, agreeing with her. 

“Yeah, it’s too…” You couldn’t come up with the words. 

“Boring? Yeah, it’s too safe. And generic. You need to step out of your comfort zone, don’t you think? Something with less…frills,” She said, ruffling the pleats and folds at your shoulders. You snorted through your nose. A few minutes later, you walked out of that dress shop empty-handed and disappointed. 

“Where next?” You asked Paige. 

“I actually have an idea…you’re not going to find your dress at this broke-ass mall.” She said, hitching her purse further on her shoulder with determination. “We were stupid to try to put you in a Dillard’s dress. I don’t want anyone to have the same dress as you. We’re gonna go downtown to the boutiques.” 

“Paige, I don’t have that kind of money,” you told her, your eyes widening with discomfort. 

“I didn’t ask you if you did,” She said, winking at you as she stepped forward to leave. “Don’t worry about it. You’re gonna get the dress you love.” 

Twenty minutes later, she had driven you half-way across town, navigating to a small, but expensive and trendy boutique called ‘Harrah & Company.’ The storefront was unassuming, but behind the glass you could see hundreds of remarkably beautiful gowns lining the shop. 

“Come on,” Paige insisted, taking your hand and leading you into the store with her effervescent smile. “I’ve gotten a lot of my dresses here,” she said to you over her shoulder. “They never disappoint.” 

“Hello ladies, welcome to Harrah’s! What’s the occasion?” A young, chicly dressed woman asked, stepping around the racks of dresses. 

“My friend Y/n is looking for a dress for our winter formal,” Paige began, pulling an arm around your shoulder. 

“Lovely. What kind of style are you looking for?” The clerk asked. 

“Something classy, and elegant,” you said. “Not generic.”

“She has someone she’s looking to impress,” Paige inserted, helping out the trajectory of the shopping excursion. The sales clerk offered a bright, white smile. 

“I’m sure we can make that happen. Come, follow me,” She said, leading you both further into the store. After a brief conversation with the clerk, she pointed you out to specific racks that included both your size and the styles that you were considering. “Take as much time as you need–I’m gonna go reserve a dressing room for you. Would you remind me of your name?”

“Y/n, thank you,” You offered with a smile, feeling a bit relieved when she stepped away to give you full access to the store. The racks were full of dresses of every length, color, and style…

An hour later, you found the dress of your dreams, only finding it when you were just about to purchase a dress that you had liked enough. It was hanging, misplaced on the wrong rack, hidden from your view. 

“Oh my god,” You said when you found it, almost slinging the other dress to the floor, immediately forgotten. As you pulled it off of the rack, you immediately fell in love with it. The dress was made of deep, wine-red velvet, embellished with thousands of the tiniest sparkles that made the dress look like it cost thousands of dollars. 

“You have to try that one on.” Paige said, her eyes widening. “That dress is gorgeous. Don’t look at the price tag, just get your ass in a dressing room,” She continued, ushering you back through the store. 

The dress was very fitted, but not in an overly-uncomfortable way. Paige pulled and tugged on the ties in the back so that the dress would flatter your figure. “There is no way in hell you’re not getting this one,” She said, opening the door. “Come look in the big mirror.” She held the door open for you, and you hiked up the dress, stepping past her into the showing area of the dressing room. You looked at yourself in the large floor to ceiling mirrors, and immediately you knew that Paige was right. The rich, burgundy color looked impeccable against your skin, and your breasts filled out the top of the dress as if it were custom-tailored to you. You didn’t realize initially the dress was off the shoulder, but the way the fabric laid on your arms was extremely flattering, complete with a deep V that showcased your cleavage in an understated, elegant way. The A-line of the dress created a shape that flowed away from your hips into just the right amount of fabric that swept the floor as you walked. 

“Oh wow,” the clerk said, returning to the dressing room to pick up dresses that others had passed on. “You look remarkable in that dress,” she said, pausing in her tracks. “But you need one more thing. What size shoe are you?” She asked. 

“I’m an eight, sometimes eight and a half.”

“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” She floated out of the dressing room area, returning a few minutes later with a few pairs of shoes. “Something like these would be perfect for the extra length of the dress,” she explained, pulling open a box and revealing a black, patent leather stiletto. “How experienced are you with high heels?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. 

You smiled sheepishly. “Uh…do kitten heels count?”  She chuckled. 

“Try these on,” she said, stepping in front of you as you sat on one of the ottomans. You took each shoe from her, putting them on your feet. Standing up went well, at least. You stepped back in front of the mirror and saw what she meant about the length of the dress. Now, there was no sagging in the fabric. It dropped magnificently to the floor, with only three of four inches of drag on the floor, as the designer had intended. 

“Good luck speaking to anyone other than your special someone at your dance,” the clerk said, biting at her bottom lip. “They’re not gonna let you out of their sight.” The clerk took the dress and shoes to the checkout counter for you, and you anxiously got dressed, dreading the price. 

“Put it on my card,” Paige said before the clerk had announced the price out loud. “Run it as credit, please,” She said, handing her card over the counter. 

“Paige-It’s okay–” You said, protesting immediately. 

“No, no. I want you to have this dress, and you know what? Dad pays off my credit cards at the end of the month anyway. I’ll just have to work my magic so he doesn’t kill me at the end of the month. Don’t even think about saying no,” She said, coming over to squeeze you in a reassuring side hug. “You’re gonna have Sam slobbering all over himself.”

***

“So, are you guys still a thing?” Christian asked Sam, throwing a handful of popcorn into his mouth as he and his roommates walked out of the movie theater. 

“Yeah, what’s the status with that?” Matthew asked, forming a circle with his pointer finger and thumb, sticking the opposite pointer finger though the ring, raising his eyebrows in question.

“Shut the fuck up, Matt. Do you ever think about anything else?” Sam asked, punching Matthew in the shoulder. “Yes, we’re still together.” 

“Okay, but have you fucked?” Christian asked, reaching his hand back into his popcorn bucket. 

“No,” Sam answered, pulling out his phone, considering texting you in order to escape the situation. 

“Awe, look at you two,” Matthew crowed, snatching Sam’s phone out of his hand. “You’ve got her as your lock screen! You’ve gone weak!” 

“That pussy has got you whipped, my man,” Christian chuckled. 

“Don’t fucking talk about my girlfriend like that,” Sam ordered through his anger. 

“Your girlfriend? What happened to the bet, hm?” Christian said, grabbing Sam by his shoulder. “You’ve already come so far, you gonna back down now?” He asked. “You already lost out on part of the bet anyway,” He continued. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” Sam asked, stepping away from them. 

“You said one month,” Matthew interjected. 

“It’s been more than that. I guess she is Mormon after all. We wish you the best in your marriage. Give her the best fuck of her life when you two finally decide to get hitched.” 

“Go fuck yourself,” Sam said with a sneer. “Good luck finding another ride home.” Sam lowered himself into his Tesla as Christian and Matthew glanced dumbly at one another. 

“Now wait a second, man. We were just fucking with you–” they said almost in tandem, lifting their arms in the air with resignation as Sam peeled out of the parking lot. 

“Thanks a lot! Fucking asshole,” Christian huffed under his breath, watching the car leave. 

“So what now?” Matthew asked, scratching his head. 

“Gee, I don’t know, Matt. We call Miss fucking Frizzle?” Christian asked, his voice leached with sarcasm. Matthew looked up at him, confused. 

“Order a fucking Uber, dumbass! Fuck!” 

The mention of the bet sent Sam’s gut churning with guilt and worry. He couldn’t care less about the bet in general, but he cared more than anything about you. He was in over his head now, and he had failed the one unstated rule of the bet. Don’t get attached. Hell, he broke that rule on the first night. Here’s the truth: Sam was not good at playing games, though he made everyone think he was. He didn’t want to go home, and he didn’t want to talk to you, either. He wanted to drive–so that’s what he did. It was well-past eleven, and the highways were no longer teaming with cars. He drove for a long time, listening to your favorite songs, thinking about ways to get the bet to go away. How could he be sure it wouldn’t make its way back to you? It would destroy you, and he knew it. Sam gripped the steering wheel tightly as his head swam. 

His pocket buzzed. Daniel. 

“Hello?” Sam answered, wishing he had let the call go to voicemail. Even though Danny was Sam’s life-long best friend, he didn’t have the wherewithal to pretend tonight.  

“Sam, why haven’t you been returning my calls?” Danny asked, more bluntly than he would usually begin a call. 

“Well, don’t you sound cheerful, Princess,” Sam responded, annoyed. 

“Samuel. What’s going on, man? You’ve been practically invisible for the last month. What’s the deal?” He asked, concern lacing through his speech. 

“I’ve just been busy,” Sam said, sighing, gripping the steering wheel tighter. 

“With school? You and I both know you haven’t been focusing on grades. So what is it?” There was a long silence that drifted between them before Danny spoke again. 

“A girl?” Sam straightened in his seat as he turned onto a new street. 

“Maybe.” He answered protectively. 

“Maybe? Are you back with Andrea again? Or is it Riley this time?” Danny asked, fully aware of Sam’s history of dancing between women. 

“Neither. Her name is Y/n.” 

“Tell me about her,” Danny asked casually. “Pretty?” 

“Gorgeous,” Sam said. “She’s smart, funny, and she’s confident.” Sam explained, his thoughts drifting to you again. 

“Yeah? So she’s not like the others? She actually has a brain this time?” Danny asked, his tone somewhat judgemental of Sam’s previous escapades, though Sam let it slide. 

“Yes, she has a brain. I really like her, Dan. Like really like her. But I’m scared I’m gonna fuck everything up.” 

“Why’s that? I mean besides you being you?” Danny said, and Sam could hear the smirk in his voice. 

“I did something stupid. Before she and I were even a thing…” Sam said, purposefully remaining vague. 

“Okay, what did you do?” Danny asked, prepared to give advice, if there was any that he could offer. 

“I made a stupid bet with the boys, and it’s just–I fucked up.” Sam sighed with frustration, checking his mirrors as he drove. 

“Is it money? Is that the problem? Did you lose a lot of money?” 

Sam shook his head. “No. I bet the boys that I could take Y/n’s virginity in a month.” There was an extended beat of silence. 

“Sam….” Danny said in a reproachful tone. 

“I know, I know,” Sam cut him off. 

“That’s bad,” he said softly. “How many people know about this bet?” 

“Just the boys and I. But I don’t trust them.” 

“Then you really have to tell her the truth. All of it. Now.” Danny advised. “I don’t know how you’ll do it, but you better figure it out.” 

“Yeah, I’m well-aware.” 

“Can I change the topic for a moment–something on a lighter note?” 

“Sure,” Sam said, turning back onto the main strip that would lead him back to campus. 

“So the wedding is coming up. I know you were planning to come by yourself, but now that you’re with Y/n, I thought it might be nice to invite her, don’t you think? I’d love to meet her.” Danny had followed his highschool sweetheart, Meredith, to college. Unfortunately it meant that he and Sam didn’t end up at the same University, though they lived only miles apart.  

“I’ll have to talk to her about it. I asked her over for family dinner the other day.” Sam entered the parking lot of his dorm and turned off the ignition, but stayed in the car. 

“You’ve never invited a girl over for dinner,” Danny said, his voice rising with interest. “Are you really thinking about settling down?” 

“I’m willing to try for her. Listen, I’m a dick head. A big one. A fuck up–but I really just need to get–”

“Your head out of your ass?” Danny suggested, and Sam chuckled. 

“Exactly.” 

“So here’s what you do. Have her meet the fam, invite her to the wedding and show her how much you care about her. Stop with the partying and drinking.”

“That’s kind of hard to do when I live with the–”

“Sam–”

“Fine, fine. You’re right.” 

“Mere is calling in, let me take it. Love you, Man. Keep your spirits up. Listen to the people who really have your back, huh?” 

“Yes sir. Love you. Talk to you later.” 

Danny had always been a constant in Sam’s life, though Sam kept a lot of the uncharacteristic shenanigans away from him. Danny would judge. He would remind Sam of the ways he was raised, of his intelligence and potential. For a long time, it was the last thing Sam wanted to be reminded of. Today, however, it was a welcome intervention. Sam wanted his best friend back, and even though they remained close, there had been an emotional disconnect between them both for a while now. 

***

“Morning,” Sam crooned, knocking softly on your cracked door with donuts and coffee in tow. 

“Y/n?” He asked softly, stepping into the bedroom. “Hey,” Sam whispered, touching your shoulder as you dozed. You jolted awake, your eyes springing open.  

“Jesus!” You sputtered suddenly, seizing in place. 

“Sam, you scared the fuck out of me!” You said, pulling the sheets and comforter over your head, disappearing under the comfort of your blankets. 

“I’m so sorry,” He said, setting the food on your dresser before approaching you, pulling the covers back down with a soft, apologetic chuckle. “You’re the one who gave me the key.”

“Yeah, but I mean like–you could have called me. How do I know you weren’t watching me sleep like Edward from Twilight?” You sat up in bed, pulling the covers over your lap, scooting so that he could move in beside you. You watched him remove his shoes and pull open the sheets. 

“Did you just compare me to a sparkling vampire? A stalking, sparkling vampire?” 

“Maybe,” You said, tilting your head and pursing your lips as you waited for him to kiss you. He lowered himself to you naturally connecting with your lips. 

“Mmm, morning breath,” He said, rolling on top of you, continuing to bathe you in kisses. “My favorite.” 

“You are literally so mean to me,” You said, chuckling softly. 

“I am not mean in the slightest, Miss Halitosis.” 

“Stop it!” You said, reaching for a pillow, thwacking him with it. You began to wrestle with him, your arms flailing about playfully as you both laughed, reached methodically for each other’s weak spots.

“Whatever you say, stinky!” Sam said again. 

Eventually the moment died down into contented silence as you laid with him, staring up at the ceiling. “So I was thinking,” Sam said. You turned to watch him speak, propping yourself up by your elbow. “Mom and Dad are having dinner this Friday night, right? You still interested in coming along?” 

“Of course. I’m a little nervous to meet everyone though,” You admitted. 

“Really?” Sam asked, and he seemed genuinely surprised. “My family is so easy to get along with. If you’re good with big personalities then you’ll do just fine.” 

“What’s your family like?” You asked him. 

“Well, dysfunctional is one word for it,” he said, scratching his chin. “But also super fun. Josh and Jake are always arguing about something,” He said. “Usually it’s Josh feeling intimidated by Jake questioning his intelligence.” You grinned as you watched him talk about his brothers. “Danny will be there, too. You haven’t met him yet, but we practically grew up together.” 

“He’s a friend?” You asked. 

“He’s kind of like another brother, if I’m being perfectly honest. You’ll love him. He’s usually the one speaking sense into people–well, me. If only you could have seen the amount of arguments he’s refereed over the years.” Sam thought about the open invitation to Danny’s wedding, but he didn’t want to load too much on you at once. He would wait to mention it during or after meeting his family. 

***

“So the drive is about three hours, so we’ve gotta stock up on snacks before we go,” Sam said, having arrived at your apartment already late. 

“You looked at your phone screen. Sam, you said you were going to be here like half an hour ago,” you grinned. 

“What can I say? Greatness takes time,” he said, reaching up to stroke his face exaggeratedly before stepping forward to kiss you softly. “Bad habits die a hard, painful death, sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes with a soft smile, but it faded instantly. 

“Oh my god, weren’t we supposed to make something?” 

“Uh….” He responded, looking at you. “...maybe.” He offered an apologetic smile, raising his eyebrows. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it handled.” 

“Maybe we can stop by the grocery store and grab a rotisserie chicken or something?” You offered, reaching for your purse and phone. 

“Sure, and I’ll be super quick going in.” He assured you. 

“Nope, not this time.” You patted his chest playfully. “I’m going in and you’ll keep the car nice and cool while you wait.”

“You don’t trust me?” He said, looking at you. 

“Nope. You’d literally get distracted by the exotic fruits section. Come on,” You said, turning away from him and flipping the lights to your bedroom, going through the apartment to make sure that everything was taken care of for the evening. 

“Paige! I’m gone!” 

“Okay! You guys drive safe! Sam, take care of her or else,” She said, tilting her head in a humorous display of intimidation. She pulled her fists in front of her. 

“Oh no, trust me. We will get there in one piece, or I’ll have six people, no seven people looking for me.” He grinned, coming over to give Paige a friendly hug, which surprised you. Why, you weren’t sure, but you were impressed with how he was beginning to integrate himself completely into your life, determined not only to be your boyfriend, but someone who was reliable and present. He wanted you and your friends to notice that he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. 

Seemingly as soon as you were on the road, Sam pulled into a large gas station, stopping the car and hopping out for snacks. “What do you want?” He asked you, bending down through the door of the driver’s side. 

“Uh… Can you grab some of the cheddar cheese bugles? Ooh and some oreos!”

“Done and done. Do you want a drink?” He asked.

“Surprise me,” you shrugged. 

“Got it,” He tapped the window before stepping inside. 

Ten minutes later he stepped out of the store with a large plastic bag. Your eyes followed him as he walked around the car and got in, placing the bag in his lap. “Okay so I got the goods.”

“And some more,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “What else did you get?” 

“For your drink, I got you a Yerba Mate. Pomegranate flavor.” 

“What the hell is that?” You asked, turning in your seat. 

“Basically a fermented tea.” You turned your face up in suspicious disgust. “Sam, why couldn’t you just go safe? With I don’t know…a water? Or a diet coke?” 

“Have you known me to play it safe?” He asked. “And besides! I thought ahead.” He lifted a diet coke from the bag. 

“But I want you to try it.”

“Fine, but don’t be upset if I spit that shit out.” 

He chuckled, setting the can into the cup holder, along with your diet coke. “Next, I got your bugles,” he said, handing you the orange bag. “And a sleeve of oreos. I will be stealing a few of those,” he said, setting the oreos in your lap. 

“Thank you, baby,” you said with a satisfied smile. There was more in the bag. “What did you get yourself?” You asked him. 

“These,” he said, lifting out a bag of kettle-cooked bag of dill pickle flavored chips. 

“You are so strange!” You told him. “Where did they find you?”

“On the side of the road. I’m sorry you had to find out this way. Don’t feel bad for me, though. I’m healed,” he said, placing a hand on his chest, mimicking a moment of tenderness. He reached and placed his chips in your floorboard between your feet. 

“What else?” You asked, noticing one more item in the bag. 

“I solved the family dinner issue,” He said, reaching into the bag. 

“At a gas station?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “Please show me.” 

He pulled out a paper bag, containing prepared food that was almost bright orange in color. 

“These,” he said, tilting the bag to you. 

“What are those?” You asked, looking at the rolled monstrosities. 

“Taquitos…nacho cheese flavored.”

“Sam. You’re bringing nacho cheese gas station taquitos to family dinner?” You asked him, keeping your tone as neutral as you could, though you felt like busting out laughing. 

“I’ve gotta keep it interesting somehow,” he said with an enthused grin. “They’ll love it.” 

“Be sure to tell them that I had nothing to do with that,” you said. 

“Oh no. We do everything together, Y/n. It’s what you get for being with me.”

“You’re the worst.” 

“And you love it.”

You couldn’t deny it. He made you feel alive in ways you hadn’t in so long. You had laughed so much in the last month and a half, and so much of it was because of Sam. He was fun, and he knew it, too. He pulled you out of your safety-zone, urging you to do more things that you wouldn’t have done without his encouragement. 

“I can’t argue with you there. Come on or we’ll really be late.” You said, putting your seatbelt back on and adjusting in your seat. 

“Aye, aye, captain.”

End of Part 5.

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Just one kiss

Tommy Shelby x Lady (Y/N) reader

During the whole dinner you could feel Tommy Shelby’s gaze, he kept trying to get close, but someone was always in the way.

“I guess it’s finally my turn.” He offered you a drink. “You were so busy that I thought you’d reject me.”

“That doesn’t make sense at all.”

“Why would you talk to a bookmaker like me then?”

You looked at him rolling your eyes at his comment. “And that makes you untalkable?”

“No, that makes you unreachable.”

Tilting your head to the side, you let a small smile appear in your lips. “I wouldn’t say that. Here we’re… talking.”

“Fate works a funny way you know… here we have a bookmaker talking to a Lady.”

“Do you prefer the Grand Duchess instead?” Tommy was about to speak, but you interrupted him. “She might be a Duchess, but eventually they will take her title back.”

Tommy finished his drink and as the waitress was about to pour him some more, he took the bottle instead.

“How is it possible that Tatiana is crazy and you are…”

“Careful with your next words Mr. Shelby.”

“I was just going to say deadly beautiful and smart.”

Chuckling you caught him looking at you intensely.

“That’s because it comes from the other side of the family.” You saw her disappear in one of the rooms with two girls, she was so drunk and even high that she said out loud that she wasn’t interested in Tommy anymore.

“That’s explains it all.” Despite having women half naked in front of him, giving blowjobs to men, his gaze seemed to be fixed just in your features.

One of his arms casually rested behind your neck, on top of the couch you were sitting, his fingers brushing your skin.

“Why did you ask my cousin to invite me, Mr. Shelby?” You saw him playing with the glass of whiskey hanging from his other hand.

“I wanted to see you again, Y/N.” He seemed to forget about the formalities of the title. “Please, call me Tommy.”

His deep blue eyes studied your face, as if he was trying to memorize every blink, every little freckle. And when you smiled, he licked his lips. Slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned in, his eyes still on your lips.

“And organizing this crazy party seemed like a good idea to get close to me?” You managed to ask in a whisper, then you looked around the room.

“No, that was so I could get rid of your cousin.” He admitted trying to sit closer to you.

He offered you a cigarette, but you politely declined it and announced you had to leave. But his strong hand stopped you.

“What do I have to do so you can look at me, ey?”

He was now dangerously close.

“I need to go now, Tommy.” If you didn’t stop now, you would let him do whatever he wanted. He finished his drink and left the glass making a noise.

“We can go to… to the garden instead.” His eyes followed your every move as you found your shawl to cover your back.

“Perhaps another day.” The way he was looking at you made you so nervous, he wasn’t a man of compromise, you knew that. “Hope you continue to enjoy the party.”

“Wait…” He seemed to really think about it. “I can bet you that if I kiss you, you won’t leave… just one kiss.” He spoke so sure of himself.

Nervous, you looked around, he was so serious.

“Look, the last time Tatiana made a party like this, I ended up hurt with a broken glass.”

Tommy’s hands moved from your shoulders to your wrists and up again.

As the party started to get wild, you decided it was time to leave for good.

“I’ll protect you.” His fingers moved your chin up and one more time, his deep gaze made you shiver.

This man was dangerous, and not only because of the nature of his business, but also for the things he was making you feel.

“Stay with me.” He begged. You took a step back. “I know you don’t want to go.” He took a step forward.

“Look it’s been fun and all, but you’re drunk, you won’t even remember me in the morning.”

Tommy shook his head.

“I could never forget a beautiful face like yours, Princess.” He was now inches away from your face, you could smell his cologne and the alcohol mixed with tobacco in him.

“I’m a Lady…”

“I could make you Queen of Small Heath.” He promised.

For every step you took back, he took one longer forward. Your hands tried to stop him by touching the neck of his shirt, the top button was undone, but his intense eyes wouldn’t let you go.

“I reaaallly have to leave.” You smiled at him.

“No, no.” He mumbled nibbling gently at your neck. “Don’t leave me with these crazies.” His hand on your hip. “Please…”

The way he looked at you like a lost puppy, willing to do anything to be close to you.

His lips were toying with the mere idea of yours… not fully kissing, just brushing against each other.

“Tommy…”

His strong hand came around your waist, keeping you still in the middle of your back followed by the other, holding the half full bottle.

You finally gave in and your fingers caressed his chin, the space between your bodies was limited.

“I knew you didn’t want to go.” He announced right before his lips finally captured yours and in that very moment you lost all control with just one kiss.

“You’re locked now.” His eyelashes tickled the skin of your face as his lips kept playing games now at your jawline.

He pushed the door with his foot and spun you around so you were now trapped between the closed door and his strong body.

“I think you said it was just one kiss.” You whispered against his lips.

“Yeah, followed by another, and another.”

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keeping secrets -

chapter three

series masterlist / chapter four

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: this is an +18 only series. this chapter is really just backstory. slight angst.

words: 3.4k

notes: i know what you’re thinking. isn’t that a gif of nick fowler? why yes it is. that’s bc i caught myself picturing artem as nick and bucky is in this for like .5 seconds so i thought it fit better than a bucky gif would have lol. also, i didn’t check the timeline i’ve vaguely set up so if it doesn’t track let’s just pretend it does, okay? thanks 🥰 as i posted yesterday, what i had planned for ch three is now ch four because i wrote more than i thought i would for the backstory and decided to split it up. but i swear we’re gonna get to the good stuff soon 😙 as always, feedback and comments are welcome and appreciated. thank you for reading 🖤

All of Tuesday was spent in your room. You never received an updated mission brief, so you had begrudgingly accepted the fact that Bucky would be accompanying you. It was shitty and you felt embarrassed when you thought back to his clear rejection of you in the gym, but you were a professional. You could set it aside to get your job done. It’d be fine. That’s what you kept telling yourself. You made sure you had what you needed packed and worked on as many different plans for all the scenarios you could imagine taking place once you were back in Belarus.

The quinjet was scheduled to take off late tonight and you’d arrive in Minsk sometime around 8pm Thursday. The Ivanov family was having some phony charity gala Friday and the plan was for you to infiltrate their estate while they would be at the gala and retrieve the files and records you needed to finally put Sergey, the patriarch of the family, away for good. SHIELD would come in during the scramble that was sure to ensue once they had him in custody and be able to put most of, if not all, the rest of them away, too. They were ill prepared for a change in power and the organizations they controlled would fall easily in the chaos.

You knew the layout of their home intimately so you knew exactly where to hit and how to get in and out as easily as possible. It should go smoothly.

Get in, get the files, get out.

Simple.

But something was warning you it might not be as easy as it sounded. You knew you’d have to be on high alert the second you got to their estate, and you knew you’d have to trust Bucky to keep an eye on your movements should anything unexpected go down. Trust didn’t really come easily to you, but you didn’t have much of a choice.

Sergey was the guest of honor for the event, so you knew his private security would be with him, meaning his office should be unattended. You felt confident that his wife and his son, Artem, would be in attendance with him. The only people you had to get around would be the perimeter security, whoever the two guards they’d have inside the house would be, and the house staff. In your experience, the in-house security would most likely be hanging around in the main living room in the main house of the estate and the staff would be in their living quarters, the house off the back side of the grounds. They were really only in the main house mornings getting their work done and at nights when the family was home, preparing dinner and then cleaning up once they went to bed. Since they’d be gone Friday night, you were positive they’d keep to their quarters. You’d just need to get into the estate without being detected and enter through the back house to avoid whoever would be on guard. Once you were in, you’d make your way to Sergey’s office, get the files transferred, and get out. You’d be headed back to the safe house before 11pm and on your way home, hopefully, not long after.

You focused on replaying the plan over and over in your mind as you rechecked your luggage and gear. And again, repeatedly as you boarded the quinjet nearly an hour early. You were anxious to get this mission over with, for more reason than one. You hadn’t even given yourself permission to think back on the last month you had spent in Belarus and the memories that would be waiting there for you. There was no point. That life was gone. That woman was gone. Hell, she never really existed.

None of those relationships did, you reminded yourself. It was designed by you, you knew exactly what you were getting into. Maybe you just hadn’t expected your players to play their part as well as they had. You were set to betray them from the beginning, you had done it many times over to many bad people without blinking an eye. But Artem was different. This was different. And all too personal.

You knew you screwed up the night it happened, but you couldn’t help yourself. Looking back, you were pathetic. And weak. And stupid. You knew better. You knew who he was and you knew who you were.

Yet you still wound up in his bed. Night after night. You had never felt so enchanted by someone. Now you weren’t the first spy to sleep with a target undercover before, you did what you had to do to get the job done, but you knew you couldn’t excuse it as that. You could have found a way around it if you had really tried.

You can’t help but think now, if you hadn’t been so desperate, so love starved, you never would have given into his charms to begin with. You had only yourself to blame, but in the same vein, you were only human. Tough to believe at times, but you were. As on top of your game as you always were, you just fell weak. There was no other way to put it. It just felt easy, and you felt wanted. You wanted to believe he was different, better. You tried to tell yourself that if you could just explain to him, he’d understand. He’d be on your side. He wasn’t a bad man, you told yourself. But that wasn’t the case, of course.

You were found out. You still weren’t sure exactly how, but you were. You were set to meet up with Artem for a date night at one of the many restaurants Sergey owned. Though when you showed up, you knew immediately something was off. There was an alarm bell ringing in your head, but as you sat in the back of the chauffeured ride, you knew you had to play it cool. Scanning every exit and making notes of possible escape routes, you stepped out of the car and slowly made your way inside. You could tell the place was empty before you walked in the door and that realization made your stomach drop. You worked to maintain your breathing and assured yourself you’d get out of there fine. Keeping your head held high as you strode in, silently grateful you had opted for the black bodysuit under your dress tonight despite originally having wanted to wear a matching two piece set. If you needed to get out of the tight dress you were wearing to make a run for it, it wouldn’t be too exposing.

You gripped your small purse concealing your pistol, reaffirming it was still there. At least you had that. You weren’t necessarily prepared for this tonight, but you wouldn’t be as good as you were if you arrived anywhere completely unprepared. You didn’t have much in the way of weapons on you, but you doubted you’d be able to utilize them if you had. The black heels you wore would do the trick if they had to.

As you approached Artem, sitting alone at a table set for two, you realized that there really was no one else there. Just him. You walked up behind him and saw the pistol he had in his lap, poorly hidden beneath the table. You continued around him and took the seat across from him. The plates were clear and the glasses still empty.

“Tatyana,” he said solemnly.

“Artem,” you returned, his clear blue eyes watching your form with an intensity you hadn’t felt from him before. It was a darker look when his eyes met yours, harsher. Angry, though the rest of his demeanor appeared cool.

It was tensely silent for a minute as you sat across from him, just staring at one another. You weren’t going to speak first, and so only the sounds of your breathing could be heard until he finally spoke again.

“Tell me it’s not true,” he said. You didn’t answer immediately, waiting for just a moment.

“Tell you what’s not true?” you asked, instantly causing him to lose his feigned calm. His fist, the one not holding his gun, hit the table, causing the still empty glasses to shake with the vibration.

“Don’t play stupid with me,” he roared.

You clutched your purse in your lap, but didn’t move to pull your weapon, not just yet, as he kept his in his lap as well. His eyes burning into yours, neither one of you wanting to move first.

“I trusted you,” he nearly whispered. “I gave you everything. And this whole time, all of… it’s been a lie?”

You took a moment, trying to decide which way to go with this conversation, finally opting for the truth.

“I had a job to do,” you began quietly, but were cut off by Artem hitting the glasses and dishes off the table in his fury, along with a string of curses in Russian flying from his mouth.

“You had a job!?” he said, disgruntled and disgusted. “Well, so do I.”

He raised his pistol up pointing it at your face and you fought the impulse you had to disarm him. His hold on his gun was weak and flimsy, it’d be easy enough to do. But the light quiver of his lip and the almost imperceptible shaking of his hand gave you pause. You looked to the safety and saw it was still in place. You swallowed the small lump in your throat and took a breath.

He may have been told to kill you, but there was no way he was going to. You put your hands up slowly as he looked at you, hurt and anger clear on his face as you slowly rose from your seat, him following your every move.

“You’re a good man, Artem,” you began gently. “You’re not like them, I know it. I know you,” you tried to placate.

“If you think I’m a good man, you don’t know me at all,” he argued, voice tight.

“I do. You think all of it’s been a lie, but that’s not the truth. Getting this close to you, it was never part of the plan,” you explained, his dry laugh interrupting you. “I should have never let it happen. You were innocent in all of this. You still are,” you tried to remind him, only earning you a sneer in response. “I just needed an in, and you-”

“I what?! Was an easy target?” he accused, offended. “Is that it?!”

You didn’t know what to say, a knot reforming in your throat. It was never supposed to go down like this. But the second you got too close, you should have known it would be inevitable. You had been slowly stepping back, getting yourself closer to the exit as he continued aiming the gun at you.

“You’re family,-” you started, again being cut off by him,

“Don’t you fucking dare talk about my family,” he warned you. You had known deep down, since the start, despite what you wanted to believe, Artem would always choose his family. And that exclamation just solidified that fact. There was no reason to try and win him over, there would be no changing his mind. You might get out of here tonight, but you knew that didn’t mean you were safe. If he couldn’t do it himself, his father would surely send someone else to.

“How could you do this to me?” he asked, pained.

“I’m sorry,” you told him. “But it’s not about you,” you said, shaking your head. “It was never about you.”

“You just switch it off so easily, don’t you,” he grimaced, almost dejected. Like he thought maybe you cared enough about him to make things okay. As if he thought you’d apologize and beg for his forgiveness and you could put this all behind you. That couldn’t happen, though. It wouldn’t.

You had no response to his accusation. You stood across from him, eyes bearing into one another’s. Eventually, he gave up. He threw his pistol on the table, appearing exhausted, his eyes never leaving you. You stayed where you were as he moved toward you, approached you closer until he was standing right in front of you. You let him take hold of your chin as he tilted your face up gently. Like he was trying to save to memory your face and the feeling of your soft skin beneath his touch as he caressed your cheek. He leaned down, getting nose to nose with you before he took your lips in his. It was almost like an apology. You to him and him to you. He pulled away slightly and spoke against your lips.

“You’ve broken my heart Tatyana,” he told you, the name he called you by was another reminder of the endless lies you had fed him since the day you met. Just another part of the job. He pulled away from you completely, his hands slipping from you as he walked further away before he turned around, dragging his hand down his face before he looked back at you. “We both know I can’t do it. I can’t kill you,” he admitted aloud. Then suddenly his resentment was back in full force as his face hardened once again. As if his resolve to do right by his family had returned. “But I won’t stop anyone from doing what I’m too weak to do,” he nearly seethed.

You held eye contact for a moment longer, wanting to say something, but thinking better of it as you walked backward to the exit, your eyes still trained on one another. One last look and you were gone. Once you were out in the cool night air, your only focus was on getting out of the city without being seen or running into anyone from their operations. You couldn’t dwell on what happened. Couldn’t dwell on all the mistakes you’d made that led you there. You acted on instinct alone.

You knew you didn’t have much time, if any, to get out. Your apartment was a no go, seeing as you were staying there under your alias, Tatyana Volkova. The carefully crafted identity you had taken on months ago. You got yourself out of the city that very night, your head on a swivel everywhere you went. The second you had left the restaurant, you knew there would be a bounty on your head. And you were right. You had stupidly left your passport and fake ID in the apartment you had been living, and your contact couldn’t seem to get you out of Belarus without hitting every snag he possibly could have. It took way too long to get another passport and ID, longer to get a flight out of the country, and no safehouse or transport available.

You had been staying in cheap rooms under fake names, constantly on the go, but that didn’t put you in the clear. You knew you should have been more prepared for the reality that you'd have a hit on you, but you didn’t realize how high a reward the Ivanov’s had set. The payday had quite a few highly skilled assassins after you. Luckily for you, you weren’t too shabby yourself on that front. You knew all the tricks and saw them coming from a mile away every time. Each attempt made on your life only served to piss you off more. They were relentless. None of them nearly as skilled as you, but still. You soon realized you didn’t have much of a choice left. You were alone, no one to have your back in the encounters you faced, not that that was new to you, but it was getting wearisome mentally. You weren’t sure how long you could stay on top of your game like this. But you knew they wouldn’t stop until Tatyana was dead. So…you’d just have to kill her.

For whatever reason, you and your contact, Walt, had a way easier time faking your death than you’d had on simply getting out of the country. Walt pretended to be taking on your hit and you and him easily followed through on their instructions. Three days and one anonymous wire transfer later saw Tatyana Volkova deceased and you on your way back to London, where you had been based for the past few years.

When you got back to your apartment, your real apartment, that was when everything started to sink in. Your body was sore and your mind was reeling. You felt utterly alone. You were alone. If you hadn’t kept yourself so closed off all of your life, maybe you wouldn’t have been so susceptible to the advances of Artem. It’s not like you were in love with him, you just… needed someone. And he had been there. You were loath to admit it, but you were starting to realize that maybe being as alone as you kept yourself for so long was more detrimental than you thought it could be. You needed to reevaluate your life. You needed to get your head on straight and reorient yourself. You had fucked up on this mission and it wasn’t like you. Maybe it was time for a change. Reintroduce yourself to the world of people around you.

That sounded absolutely terrible. And honestly, made you a little anxious.

You didn’t know where you’d even start.

After some time trying to figure things out, plan your next steps, you just so happened to see some of the world’s mightiest heros on the news. You’d remembered what Kate and Yelena had said the day you’d met, they talked to you about joining the Avengers. Being part of a team.. Without thinking much, not wanting to talk yourself out of it, and choosing to trust your gut and follow your intuition, you found yourself getting into contact with Tony Stark. You were in New York a week later. And now here you are. As anxious as you were to get this mission over with, you were grateful for the opportunity in the first place. You were looking for a fresh start here. You needed to finish what you began before you could really move into your future, whatever it might be. No regrets holding you down. Working on forgiving yourself for your past mistakes and making up for them now. You were damn good at your job, and you refused to let this one mission make you think otherwise. It was time to redeem yourself in your own eyes, and finally put an end to this one.

The plan you made had been replaying in your mind over and over once again until the sound of heavy footsteps coming from the door of the quinjet caught your ear. Bucky entered, throwing his luggage down as he did. Scowl maring his beautiful face as usual. He didn’t so much as glance at you, and you didn’t acknowledge him either. Was it your pride or embarrassment? Didn’t really matter, they were two sides of the same ego driven coin. You recognized your lack of maturity, but told yourself it was merely a reflection of Bucky rather than you. You were simply avoiding him in the same way he was doing to you. You stayed where you were seated as he went to the controls, taking the pilot’s seat. Within no time, he had the jet set to take off.

“Are you ready?” Bucky asked, his voice breaking the silence between you, while his eyes stayed fixed on the controls. You took a breath before you answered.

“Yeah.”

With that, you and Bucky were on your way to Belarus. It’d be an enjoyable, not at all awkward or tense 15 hour flight, you were sure.

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[mastermindmiko]

Ghost Love (Part three)

Pairing: Regulus Black + fem!reader

Word count: 6016 (It's the last part, so it's LONG)

warnings:

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

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You were on the train back to London with your family. James and Albus were having an animated conversation about quidditch while Hugo joined in with a comment every while.

All of the ghosts were doing something else and you were glad to spend time with your family without any distractions. You couldn’t focus, always gazing out the window. You and Regulus haven’t talked much since the party. Your interactions weren’t awkward but they weren’t the same either. It was mostly your fault, you couldn’t look at him without feeling your heart break. 

“We’re here.” Rose said, with a hand on your shoulder grabbing your attention. You nodded and grabbed your bag from above your seat. Your mom and dad greeted you, but you weren’t in the mood to smile despite missing your family greatly. 

You were in the long and tiring process of avoiding Regulus, it wasn’t that hard to ignore him considering that no one could see or hear him; but it affected you a whole lot. It’s been almost three weeks since you last had a proper conversation with him.

You always spent time together since you were eleven; he didn’t have anyone to visit except Sirius so he spent all his time with you. The longest time you hadn’t talked to him was a year ago where you spent two days unable to talk to anyone due to a lot of studying for your OWLs.

That resulted in the hugging incident, you got so excited from finishing your exams and seeing Regulus after what felt like an eternity; so you hugged him, well tried to. 

You could tell he was angry but he was also giving you time since he just rejected you; more like officiated your accusation. You didn’t know it was killing him much more than it was hurting you. 

You were sitting with your family, eating dinner a few days before Christmas. It was a tradition for each one of you and your siblings to invite some of your friends over for Christmas. You never invited anyone because you never had close enough friends to have them over for Christmas. “Mom, Dad.” You said looking up from your plate, setting your fork on the table. 

“Yes, Honey.” Your mom replied looking at you with a smile.  

“I wanna invite someone over for Christmas.” You said and the table was completely silent. Your siblings stopped eating and looked at you with wide eyes. Your dad cleared his throat and said “Sure.”

You could tell he was resisting the urge to say 'About time!'. He added.  “Who is it?”

Everyone looked at you in anticipation, and you could tell they all were curious about who you would want to bring over. You flushed at the attention, and you said “Frank.” 

Your dad blinked at you and said “Frank? That’s a boy.” He smiled but you could tell he was holding something back. “Neville’s kid, right?” 

You nodded, he hummed. “No-” He started. Then your mom elbowed him and gave him a stern look and looked at you sweetly. 

“Of course you can!” 

“Thanks mom.” 

                                   ***

“I heard you invited Frank over.” Regulus said his name with a sort of roughness that you only ever heard him use when he talks about his family -excluding Sirius and Andromeda- and Voldemort. You turned away from him, when he walked through your wall. You flushed and your heart ached. It was Christmas you didn’t need this, you wanted to be happy today. 

“You mean you stalked my family and found out.” You tried to keep your sentences to him short. You organized around your room, avoiding his gaze. Regulus scoffed at you trying to arrange your room, you never cleaned your room. He once saw your mom force you to do it, and you put up a huge fight. 

“I also heard he declined.” He added and if you looked at him you would see an arrogant smirk. He was relieved. He shouldn’t be and he felt slightly guilty. He should be happy for you, and Frank’s a good guy. He should've been happy for you and proud that you found a good guy. 

“He did.” You nodded, your face showed no emotion. You tried to rearrange the books you had on your desk, few of which you don’t even remember existed. Frank had declined the offer. He always visited his grandparents with his parents and his grandmother on Christmas as a family. You completely understood and you said that you’ll see him at school. 

“How are you feeling about that?” 

“Fine.” You sat on your bed, fiddling with your fingers, your gaze away from his own. Neither of you say anything for a bit and the silence that engulfs both of you is suffocating.

 “Alright! I can’t stand this.” He snaps, harshly. He walked to you and sat beside you on the bed. He sat as close to you as possible. 

“What do you mean?” you said in a meek voice. You tried to be oblivious and he rolled his eyes at you.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He asked. He tried to get you to look at him by leaning his face closer to yours. You looked at him and when you did, your heart jumped. His eyes were burning with rage and pain, you could almost always read him like a book. You missed looking into his eyes. Their color was always perfect in every place.

“No I haven’t.” 

“You're lying, and you know that. I want to know why?” 

“You know why?” You sort of pleaded. He wasn’t going to let it go, you knew that. This was Regulus you were talking about and he would never let anything that hurt you go.

However, amidst all those feelings, you were a bit mad. He broke your heart and he knows that, and right now he wants you to say it out loud, to spell it out for him.

“I just don’t understand why you would let it get this far.” You seethed, turning your gaze away from him and he could see the anger bubbling off of you. It was never a good sign. Was there no way for him to win? He couldn’t give you false hope because he would feel guilty. He couldn’t tell you to move on because he would be miserable. When he lied to you and told you he didn’t like you, you ignored him. 

“I told you I loved you and you rejected me! Of course I was going to need time.” You burst out, and you hoped that no one would hear you. They probably couldn’t considering your entire extended family was downstairs celebrating, and the noise could drown out fireworks.

You only wanted to get a book, and now you were stuck in this situation.

“'Needing time' isn't going around moving on-” He started and he knew he messed up. He wanted you to move on. He wanted you to be happy with someone alive for goodness sake. 

“Moving on?! You rejected me!” You continued to shout. Your eyes bore into his with so much anger, and both your eyes flashed with hurt. Your eyes stung. You continued, "What do you want me to do? Sit around all day because you don't love me back!"

"That's not what I meant-"

"You don't even want me, why do care what I do anyways?" You screamed at him.

“Because I fucking adore you.” He shouted. Your mouth fell open and butterflies flew all over your stomach. Whether they were from being terrified -matching your heartbeat- or from being excited you didn’t know. 

“What?” That was the only thing you said. You looked away from him, confused. 

The silence between you needed to be filled with something. Regulus couldn’t tell the need, because of his loud thoughts filling his mind. He looked at you and for the first time his feelings were out and he didn’t want to hide them so he didn’t. His mind is letting himself admit what he couldn’t let himself admit a long time ago. 

He yearns to know how soft your skin is and to feel every inch of your body. In that moment, his feelings were out and he needed every part of you; your hands, your chest, your thighs, your lips- Merlin! Your lips. He wants to kiss them so badly, he doesn’t think there’s ever been a day for the past three years he hasn’t thought about kissing your lips. He wants to put his lips on yours until his breath is stolen. So he did with nothing but desire and love, filling him up. 

For some reason when Regulus kissed you, you didn’t question how? You just kissed him back with a burning passion. You didn’t hold back after all the time you wanted to kiss him. He kissed your upper lip then your lower lip. He was savoring this, you could tell. It makes your stomach do cartwheels. 

He tilted his head to one side and leaned closer to you then to the other side and he leaned closer to you. You didn’t understand what he was trying to do. He suddenly inserted his tongue into your mouth and he started to massage your tongue with his. You moaned slightly and you threaded his fingers into his hair. He pushed you backwards, your back hitting your bed. 

He was intoxicated and his mind was clear. He kissed you feverishly. He groaned when you pulled his hair with the fingers you have in his hair. He pinned his hands above your head. You bent your leg, your knee brushing against his hip and he groaned at the friction. You grinned and grinded your hips against his, and he wondered what your hips would feel like under his finger tips. 

He released your hands and started to place his hands all over your body. However he couldn’t touch your skin from the large sweater you were wearing, so he lifted your sweater slightly and he put his fingers on your hips moving all the way to your hips and across your stomach. You shivered from his cold fingers. His mind cleared as he thought that your skin was better than he imagined and he couldn’t believe he could touch you. 

As soon as that thought went through his head, his hands went through your stomach. He crawled away from your body until his body wasn’t touching yours anymore. Your eyes were wide and they matched his. Your face was flushed and his hair was disheveled. He straightened his shirt and ran a hand through his hair, taming it. 

“I must be dreaming.” you heard him whisper. You couldn’t help but nod along. You couldn’t think straight. 

Fred went through a wall and he said “Come on, Potter! They’re opening presents.” You walked quickly with your parents, thankful for the opportunity to get away from Regulus. 

When you went out of the room, he fell on your bed, elbows on his knees and face in his hands; breathing heavily. “What happened?” Fred asked, cautiously. 

“I kissed her.” He said, his voice muffled from his hands. Fred laughed and he sat beside him. He patted Regulus’ back while saying “Nice one.” 

“I kissed her and I told her at Hogwarts that I didn’t love her.” 

“Why the hell did you do that?! You’re serious?” Fred said, the smile fading. 

“NO, I AM!” Sirius went through the wall, Remus and James followed him but Remus composed him acknowledging the uncomfortable atmosphere. 

For the second time that night, Regulus spilled his heart out and by the end of it. They were all determined to help him out. 

                                 ***

Everywhere you went you felt his lips on yours and his skin on your skin. It was like a drug, from the first time you felt him you just needed to get another taste. Your head still wasn’t clear even when you reached Hogwarts. It felt like your head still didn’t swallow the major events that happened during break.

He -as he said it- adores you and your stomach flipped at the fact. However your head was confused because he rejected you and no one could fall in love with a person in a matter of weeks. Also because of how you actually felt him, a part of you considered it all a day dream but considering how he was avoiding you it couldn’t be. 

Despite all this confusion, your heart couldn’t help but shout to your head “Who gives a shit?! He loves me! He loves me! He loves me!” Then your head would just shout back “He’s a ghost! He’s a ghost!” But then your heart would just gather all the evidence it needed to prove your head wrong; he kissed you, he told you he adored you, and he was undeniably jealous of Frank. 

The rollercoaster of thoughts and emotions was exhausting.

After multiple accusations from your brother’s about getting laid being the cause of your sudden happiness and an uncomfortable talk from your father, you decided to find a way for you to feel this happy all the time. Meaning, for you to be with Regulus. 

You spent most of your days from day to night in the library trying to not only find the cause of his sudden and -short timed- ability to touch you, but also how to make it stay longer; for forever, hopefully.

You bumped into Remus at the library and you tried to talk with him, but he looked uncomfortable doing so. You would be lying if you said that it didn’t hurt your feelings. Then he headed near the direction of the restricted section, you were surprised why Remus would go near that section; he was such a stickler for the rules despite being a marauder. He wasn’t, however, a student anymore so you could hardly say that he was breaking any rules.

What surprised you even more was the appearance of James and Sirius a few minutes later. Originally you thought they were here to wreck havoc, you weren’t sure how they could do that, being ghosts and all; but then they started browsing the shelves. They must have sensed your confused stare after a while because they came beside you and asked you where Remus was.

You tried to inquire on why they were here and why Remus was in the restricted section but once they heard where Remus was, they were off. 

You thought it must have been a marauders thing, but then Fred seemed uncomfortable with your presence as well. In times like this you would feel lonely and you felt the need to cry. Whenever you felt lonely, not only did you have the marauders to comfort you but you also had Regulus; but now none of them wanted to talk to you.

You wanted someone to help you, but who would? If you told Rose she would tell you to head to the hospital wing from how weird your dreams are getting and if you didn’t tell her she wouldn’t validate your emotions and that was somehow worse. 

You were currently sitting in one of the window seats in front of the library, after you had come from McGonagall's office to get something. 

It was past curfew so you weren’t worried that anyone would walk out and see you crying. You were studying and then the marauders walked in together and you had given up on trying to talk to them. They simply didn’t want to talk to you and you certainly didn’t want them to feel uncomfortable so you wouldn’t talk to them.

They had been going to the library so often that you rarely saw them anywhere else. After they came in, you couldn’t focus on your studies anymore because of your watery eyes making your notes blurry. You left the library with your stuff untidily organized in your bag, and you went to sit outside to let all your emotions out. 

It felt like the high of finally kissing Regulus was gone from the way your friends were ignoring you. At first there were only a few tears streaming down your face but then a few turned to a lot and a lot turned to sobbing. You put your hand over your mouth not wanting to attract any attention and especially that of a prefect that can give you detention.

You tried to wipe away your tears but there were too many and your sleeves were soaked so every time you tried to wipe your tears away they would just dampen your face. You let them fall, but you made sure that they wouldn’t fall on your Transfiguration notes. 

Regulus was heading to the library to help the marauders with their search. They had found a way to open books by themselves. They talked to the portraits which can see ghosts and the portraits talked to the teachers who then gave them a potion for the ability to touch non-living objects in this world, but as soon as their touch left the object they would return back to their place as if nothing happened; to ensure that it was if they didn’t exist.

He stopped in his tracks when he heard a sobbing sound, which sounded familiar. He could feel his heart clench from knowing what person was letting out their tears. 

He walked slowly towards you, making sure not to make a sound. He didn’t know how you would react if you saw him after he was actively ignoring you. The exact thing that caused his outburst during Christmas. He felt like a hypocrite.

He just didn’t know how to tell you that he was busy trying to find a way to be with you forever. He didn’t ask the marauders to help him, they just did and he certainly didn’t ask them to ignore you, they just did. They were no good at keeping secrets at least James and Sirius never were with their talkative spirits and their big mouths. 

You were covering your face with your hands in a way that he assumed was a fruitless way to quieten your sobs. His heart was hurting him, more than it ever was. You had cried before but he was always there to help you and even when he was it was never this much.

He pressed his lips into a thin line and he sat quietly beside you. He wanted to make you feel better, he ached to make your hurt leave you. He wanted to wipe all your tears away which he saw that you couldn’t from your wet sleeves. Your sleeves made him wonder how loud you’ve been crying and how hard you must’ve been doing so to make your sleeves reach that point.

His heart tore a piece of itself away. He could feel his fingers twitch from a need to wipe your face. He couldn’t think of a reason why you would feel this much hurt. 

Your sobs stopped abruptly and your eyes widened as you looked at him. He furrowed his eyebrows at your sudden reaction until he noticed his thumbs on your face wiping your eyes and his body touching yours. He sucked in a breath.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered as he pushed himself away from you. You fiddled with your fingers and he felt another urge to grab your hand and squeeze it reassuringly. So he did that. Maybe you didn’t love him anymore and you felt violated when he kissed you, it was your first kiss after all and he knew that. Maybe that was causing you this pain. When he opened his mouth to apologize, you interrupted him. 

“How do you do that?” You asked, your head aching from you crying and from the fact that he was once again touching you. His hand went through yours and your mood saddened once again when he pulled his hand from yours as if you were fire.

“Why are you all ignoring me?” You asked, your voice was timid and it cracked slightly causing a similar crack to go through his heart.

He knew by ‘you all’ you meant Remus, James, Sirius and him. He then realized that he was the cause of all your pain and suddenly he couldn’t look into your tearful eyes. 

“We didn’t mean to.” He said. 

“Then why did you?” You said, you couldn’t look at him either because the last time you saw him he was telling you he loved and was kissing you like no tomorrow. In truth, you wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to have been your first kiss and love. 

“I… I love you too much to give you hope when there isn't any.” He sighed.

It took him a great deal of effort to say those words, and he even took some time in the middle to gather some air in his lungs. The atmosphere around you both was heavy. You asked, “What hope?” 

“Hope that I can be with you when there is no proof that I know of that tells me that I can.” Yet, he wanted to add. That’s what he’s been doing, trying to find information on how he could be alive and people could see him so he can be with you for the rest of your life. So you can both act on the feelings you’re both so scared to open up about. When he told the marauders they were all shocked but helped him gladly. Sirius felt like it was about time to help his little brother out. 

“I might have something…” You trailed off and his eyes snapped to yours. Your eyes met and you leaned down to get your bag from beside you. He felt his heart beating out of his chest, and his eyes were following your every move. This was the thing that you were getting from McGonagall's office, you were surprised at how she didn’t question you further. 

You pulled out a time turner, and Regulus was confused until he understood. His face morphed into one of disbelief and horror. He stood up from beside you and shook his head vigorously. You stood up following him “Please. Just listen to me.” 

He started muttering no, and his eyes filled with nears and he looked to the ground. He couldn’t believe that he made you that desperate, to the point where you would even think of that. You bent down trying to make your eyes connect but he just looks away from you. “Think about it, Regulus.” 

“There’s nothing to think about.” He started walking away from you as he felt tears threatening to leak out of his eyes.

“REGULUS!” you shouted as you walked behind trying to talk to him. One word to describe how you felt was desperate. His mutterings of ‘no’ started to get louder. “You love me and I love you. If I go back in time before you died, I can be with you. Then we can finally be together.”

“NO!” He screamed, and he turned around to look at you. You halted and you looked at him, his face was red and tears were streaming down his face.

“How can you even think of that? Did you even think at all? If you go back I wouldn’t be the person you find! You’ll find another me, not the one you fell in love with. Not to mention that you’ll be leaving your family! They love you y/n do you even know how crushed they’ll be if you left!” 

You didn’t think of that at all, you didn’t think of any of the things that could have happened if you went back. The war might still be on, you could have changed things and made the war continue. “But, I love you.” You said, with a weak voice. 

His face softened entirely and he said “Merlin knows how much I love you y/n. That’s exactly why I can’t let you throw away what you have now, even though I know that whatever version of myself you’ll meet they’ll fall hopelessly in love with you no matter the circumstances.”

He opened his mouth to add something but then he closed it. He looked at you as if he was contemplating saying something and he did “I would do anything to be with you, and I promise that as soon as I’m able to touch you for more than a few seconds, I’ll marry you.” 

He walked away from you leaving you numb. You retreated back to your position on the window seat. You placed your things back in the bag and you looked at the time turner in your hands.

You threw it at the wall and as you saw the shattered glass, you started to cry again. Your heart was broken but you still couldn’t hate him, the only thing you hated was the world and how cruel it can be; as for the time turner, you’ll just make your father pay for it. 

                          ***

Numb was one way to describe how you were feeling after you were done crying outside the library, it’s as if you couldn’t feel a thing. Some Ravenclaw found you asleep with your tear stained cheeks, and you found out that you missed breakfast and the first class of the day.

You didn’t see any of the marauders but Fred came to tell you that the marauders, Regulus and him, were going away for a month. You tried to ask where but he said that they would tell you when they came back. 

You tried to get your life back on track pushing thoughts of Regulus and your last encounter away from your head. You had gotten good marks and you started to make friends. People still thought you were weirds but that didn’t stop some of them from befriending you.

You had made good friends, and they cared about you to the point that if anyone dared to even try to call you weird they would stand up to them. You were actually starting to feel happy. 

As for your ghost friends, they haven't come back; and it’s been more than a month. You were starting to worry, maybe they sold their ghost bodies or something. All your worry was gone when you, one random day, saw James coming to you, looking all smug.

“What?” You asked, you would ask where they’ve been but he looked too suspicious right now for you to care where they’ve been for the past month and almost a half. 

“You’re going to love this.” He said, giggling like a child. 

“Love what?” you asked.

“Come see this!” He said joyfully. You started to pack your stuff and James just said impatiently “There’s no time. Come on! Come on!” 

You disregarded your stuff and followed him to wherever he was going. He was flying so it was hard to keep up with him, but you easily could know where he was heading from the sound of his giggles.

You were in an abandoned hallway when you heard the giggling stop and you couldn’t find James. “James!”

You called out spinning trying to find him. You called out his name again and when you didn’t hear an answer you added “James! I swear if this is some prank of yours I’ll bring you back to life and kill you again.”

You heard footsteps and you looked to the source. Regulus was walking- no running towards you with the happiest smile on his face. You didn’t get time to question anything when his lips were on yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt that you just fisted in your hands. His hands were around you and they were holding you tightly. It was the softest most passionate thing you ever endured. 

When he pulled back the smile on his face didn’t fade but it only widened. You opened your mouth to say “What-” But he shut you up by putting his index finger on your lips and saying “Shhh” 

“I-” You started to say again but this time he silenced you by putting his lips on yours. It was his plan to kiss you and then for him to talk but he was so addicted to your lips that he couldn’t think straight when they were on your lips.

You kept pulling each other closer and closer to each other. Your faces were touching, your chest were touching and your hips were touching.

When Regulus switched the angle of the kiss, you felt something poke your hip. You pulled away flustered avoiding his gaze. “What?” he asked you confused, he thought this moment was perfect. 

“There’s something-I...uh your pocket.” You managed to say. You heard him laugh loudly and that made your cheeks heat up more.

“It’s not what you think, darling. Even though you do get me feeling like that quite often.” You were on fire from the nickname and from the fact. He continues, “That reminds me…” 

You looked back at him to find him leaning down on one knee and getting a box out of his pocket which you realized was the thing that poked you. Your eyes widened as he opened the box and when he started to say your name you leaned down on your knees and you said a quick ‘yes’ before you kissed him again. 

He kissed you back for a few seconds and he had a smirk on his face. “As much as I’m flattered by the fact that you said yes before I even asked you to marry me, I think you need time to think this over. I only asked you now because I promised and I wanted to, but if you prefer waiting until you graduate that’s completely alright with me.” 

You flushed at your eagerness and you said “Yeah, I think after graduating might be best.” He nodded and he closed the box and he placed it back into his pocket.

“In that case…” He pulled out another box from his other pocket and he opened it. You didn’t quite understand what happened in the passing minutes but what you remember is having a really passionate snog, and that you had a promise ring on your finger. 

You pulled away from his lips and you heard him groan, annoyed. You chuckled at the sound and you looked at him, saying “How is this-” you gestured between you both and your ring “happening?” 

“Since you came back to Hogwarts, and I had the best snog of my life. As well as me telling you I love you, I decided to find a way to be with you, with the help of brother dearest, wolfy and grand dad-” he said all their names in a way that made you laugh at all of them. “I found out that there is a way to make me go from being a ghost to being human whenever I choose, but the ingredients were all over the world so I needed to get them.” 

“Which explains why you left.” he nodded at your addition and he continued “Since I’m a great potioneer I had no problem making a potion, and here I am.” 

“But why did you spend so much time away?” You said and you could see regulus’ cheeks turn red. He cleared his throat and he was interrupted by Sirius saying “Because every ring we could find was not good enough. Seriously mate, no ring you found in seven different countries was good enough?” 

You heard Regulus mutter “I wanted it to be perfect.” You kissed his cheek, and his cheeks brightened. “I’m convinced that if you weren’t so eager to see y/n you would have spent an entire year trying to find a ring.”

You kissed him tenderly at the thought and he returned the favor. You heard James say “ugh, I’ve seen enough of that already.” Your head snapped to him and you said “You were watching us?”

He shrugged his shoulders and looked at you with a smirk. “They have a tendency of seeing and hearing what they shouldn’t.” 

“Aww, Reggie. You still on about that.” Sirius said, and the boys snickered. Regulus looked like he was both angry and embarrassed. Curious, you asked “What are they talking about?” 

“Nothing, dear y/n. It just seemed that my dear brother was so excited to be able to touch you that the first night he was able to do so, he couldn’t keep his hands away from himself, and he couldn’t stop screaming your name as he said all the things he wants to do to you.” Sirius said and you felt Regulus stiffen from beside you and your face was beet red in understanding. 

Remus scolded Remus and ushered both James and Sirius away to give you and Regulus some space. You smiles and looked at him grinning, but there was just one thing that wasn't adding up. You asked, "How were you able to touch me...before?"

"We meet a wizard, a very old one, that explained this to me." Regulus said, and he grasped both your hands in his firmly. He continued, "He explained that moments where a ghost and a person could only think of nothing else but each other are the moments when they can touch."

"Why haven't I been able to touch anyone else, then?" You ask, tilting your head slightly in confusion. Regulus' smile widens and he grazes your promise ring with his thumb before he says, "Because it only works if your my true love."

He smiles and leans down to kiss you once more. When you part, you smile with a sigh and say, "I like that."

"Like what?"

"The idea of being your true love."

                                 ***

“Regulus, calm down. My dad loves you.” You said holding regulus’ hand tightly as you were standing in front of your house waiting until he finally got the courage to go inside to meet your family formally.

You wouldn’t tell him, but you were also nervous. All your family was in there along with all the Weasleys and introducing Regulus would mean that you would have to explain your gift. 

“He loved me when I was helping with Voldemort, not when I’m engaged to his daughter.” The reason why all your family gathered was because you and Rose had graduated from Hogwarts earlier today. It’s been more than a year since you started dating Regulus and you haven't told anyone.  

“He’ll love you regardless.” You tried to comfort him, and you looked at him with so much love. 

“I’m a Slytherin-” 

“So is my brother.” you cut him off. 

“I’m a Black.” He said, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes because now he was just trying to find a non-existent reason why your dad would hate him. 

“So is his godfather.” 

“I was a death eater.” He said and you knew he was always both made and insecure about that fact. He was a wreck when he first told you. 

“So was the guy that my dad named my brother after. Honestly, the only person you should be worried about is my mom.” You said. “I love you alright, and it’s kind of a rule that they love you too when I do.” 

“I loved you too.” He gave you a peck on the lips but you pulled him closer. You couldn’t seem to get enough of him since you lost your virginity to him last week.

He groaned into the kiss when you pulled his hair, and that’s when your father decided to open the door because he heard weird noises. 

Your entire family was stunned as you pulled away from your fiance. You dad had his mouth wide open as did the rest of the family except he and your mom were glaring at Regulus along with your brothers.

What a great start, you thought to yourself. Your grandmother -Molly- killed the awkward atmosphere slightly when she pulled you in the house and asked you how your day has been.

You could see the tears tracks on her face from all the crying she did today because all her grandchildren were not babies anymore. 

“Won't introduce us?” Your dad asked you from the couch opposite to the one you and Regulus were sitting on. You could tell that he was trying to figure out where he saw Regulus before. “Um, this is Regulus my-” 

“Finance!” James Sirius said from beside his girlfriend and all of your family looked at where he was looking -both your hands which had rings on them- “Yeah, we got engaged today.” 

“How are you here, Regulus?” your dad asked and regulus answered, “Very powerful potion.”

You explained to your entire family how this happened including your gift and your grandmother cried when you mentioned Fred spending time with all of them, and you could see your dad get teary eyed when you mentioned James and Lily. 

“Where are you living now?” your dad asked, everything was feeling alright to you. After your story, everyone seemed to be fine; and you could tell they were all much more accepting of Regulus. “Grimmauld Place 12.” Regulus answered. 

You leaned your head on his shoulder and he smiled at you quickly before he went back to your dad’s interrogation which turned into your mom’s after a few questions.

It was a long day, from waking up beside Regulus and him giving you a good luck shag, from graduating, getting engaged, and having Regulus meet your family, you fell asleep on his shoulder. Thinking, I could get used to this. 

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THE TRAGIC DEATH OF BAKUGO

Hamartia, also called the tragic flaw, (Harmartia from the Greek hamartien, “to err”) is an inherent defect or shortcoming in the hero of a tragedy, who is in other respects a superior being favored by fortune. Aristotle inroduced the term casually in poetics, in describing the tragic hero as a man of noble rank and nature whose misfortune is not brought about by villainy but by some “error of judgement”. Most importantyly, the hero’s suffering and it’s far-reaching reverberations are far out of proprotion with his flaw. An element of cosmic collusion among the hero’s flaw, chance, necessaity, and other external forces is essential to bring about the tragic catastrophe [x]. 

I start out with the lecture because, this week’s chapter, and the dramatic turn of events where it looked like the heroes had the advantage for most of this fight so far, only to have those advantages undone in a catastrophic turn of events, follows this idea of Hamartia. Just to be clear, I don’t think Horikoshi is specfically referencing Aristotle or anything like that. I just think the way the story is structure d right now is heavily reminiscent of it, the mistakes of the heroes are what brought about this current tragic turn of events. The events of this chapter are essentially the mistakes the heroes made so far going into the valley, catching up with them and benefitting the villains side of the fight. I’ll explain under the cut. 

This is a list of all the mistakes and oversights, the heroes made so far, and just to be clear this isn’t really about whether I think personally the heroes are good or bad people. Hamartia is an intentionally written flaw in a hero character, that the plot is supposed to challenge, the hero rises or falls based on this flaw. 

Peter Parker AKA Spiderman AKA the greatest superhero of all time (this isn’t an opinion it’s just objective fact fight me)  is a character written around the central flaw of responsibility, in his origin story, because of him acting irresponsibly and wanting to selfishly use his new superhuman abilities for his own gain, he lets a robber go right by him, and as a tragic consequence his uncle is shot by that same robber and as he lies dying in his arm he tells Peter “with great power comes great responsibility.” This isn’t a moral judgement on the characters, but rather the flaw their arc resolves around and how there are consequences like Uncle Ben being shot when they don’t work on said flaws. 

Tragic Mistake # 1: Escalating rather than Talking

Before the fight even begins, we’re introduced to a conflict that’s unique to the kids, that they’re starting to think of the villains as more than just people to be stopped and put down. Uraraka remembers that Toga cried when she felt rejected like a person would, Shoto wonders what kind of food Toya likes and considers sitting him down for family dinner, Deku says he can’t ignore the little boy inside of Shigaraki. They are considering the idea that their might be another way of dealing with the villains, but they are all also still using the language of “stop” rather than “save.” 

If the central question of MHA is what makes a true hero, a hero who “wins” or a hero who “saves”, the adult heroes especially Hawks, Endeavor and Jeanist are all firmly on the side of “win” and so fixed that it doesn’t even seem to be a question, whereas the kids are sitting on the fence but they’re still using langauge like “stop” Touya, rather than “saving.” 

Whether or not you think the villains deserve to be saved, further escalating the conflict instead of trying to seek out alternative means to deal with the villains is a conflict for pure strategic reasons. The reason it’s a strategic mistake is because the heroes already tried this in the war arc, they amassed every single force they had for a pre-emptive strike, to put the villains on the defensive. The language of the War Arc was even that if they didn’t stop the villains here, they probably will not have enough forces afterwards afterwards to keep fighting them. That’s the exact language AFO uses in this chapter when analyzing the situation, both the mass retirement of heroes, and also the losses in the War Arc, have made it so a full frontal assault against the villains and essentially going to war with them is no longer viable. 

Like, let’s set the matter of forcing the 1-A kids to essentially fight on the front lines because they simply don’t have the numbers with the retirement of professional heroes to the side for now. This is just the situation of the heroes going into the fight, they didn’t have the numbers they had in the War Arc, and so going into this fight they tried once again with a pre-emptive strike, and a divide and conquer strategy to make use of their lack of numbers. However, they are essentially trying to do the war arc again with less numbers, and less preparation. 

And the War Arc strategy did not even work in the first place. Despite Hawks having months of perparation, the complete element of surprise, Shigaraki, Toga, Dabi, Spinner all got away. Despite the execution of Twice, Toga still has Twice’s blood and Sad Man’s Parade is an option once more. Despite Hawks’ spying, Gigantoamachia got out. Hawks didn’t see the Touya reveal coming. 

Basically what AFO is saying in this chapter is the Heroes had a situation where they had the villains scattered and fighting on the defensive, and they failed to finish them off this time. Now, they are trying to exact same strategy over again with less numbers, and that advantage of surprise and preperation gone. The heroes can’t afford to keep escalating the conflict and trying to put down the villains by overpowering, simply because it’s not strategically viable. 

I’m going to quote Class 1-A kids to essentially seal the point I’m trying to make about the turn of the tides of battle in this chapter. 

[Class 1-A Kids] like after this development, with Bakugo down, Shigarki still putting up a fight when the heroes essentially have him in a cage designed to neutralize all of his powers, Dabi back up, AFO at least partially healed even when Hawks’ strategy of breaking his mask completely successful and Endeavor hitting him with his strongest prominence burn, and also Toga still has Sad Man’s Parade in reserve as a surprise and hasn’t used it yet, then what exactly can the heroes do to turn the table at this point? 

Either Deku showing up to the Shigaraki battle will somehow fix everything by being so overpowered, or you know, the heroes will have to try a different strategy. As Class 1akids says. The idea of saving the villains has been floated for 100+ chapters, the villains have now gone from Shigaraki a leader they were extremely loyal to, to AFO a leader who is mostly using them as pawns in his conflict, and Shigaraki himself is in need of saving, as Spinner has said over and over again he’s continuing the fight for Shigaraki’s sake to save him, not for AFO. There are several characters who could be turned against AFO if given reason to by the heroes, and also it gives the Villains a chance to work to undo at least some of the damage they did. 

Mistake #2 PISSING TOGA OFF 

So essentially the War Arc right now is focused on what are five individual fights, Toga vs Uraraka, everyone else Important vs Shigaraki, Shoto, Iida and Endeavor’s sidekicks vs. Touya, Hawks and Endeavor vs. AFO, and then the riots led by spinner and the heteromorphs. The last has gotten the least focus so I’m going to break the other four fights down in order. Toga is interesting because we have probably gotten the least focus on her fight, we didn’t even cut to her this chapter, and yet Toga is essentially the jenga brick that got pulled out of the tower in the heroes strategy. 

The heroes decision to bet everything on Deku being able to take down Shigaraki with the support of everyone backing him up, was pulled out of the jenga tower when Toga grabbed him and dragged him out of the portal when Danger Sense didn’t trigger. 

Interestingly enough, Toga not triggering Danger Sense did not have to be the disadvantage it turned out to be. As I said, there are clear mistakes and missed opportunities that he heroes mistake in each major battle. Fourth even says, that the reason Toga didn’t trigger the danger sense is because she doesn’t hurt people out of hatred. 

Ignoring the Yandere aspects of Toga going “Deku, please be my boyfriend”, there is a lot of emotional complexity to Toga’s basic statement that she wants to become more like the people she loves. The entire time Toga a high schooler herself has been fascinated by the UA kids, especially Deku and Uraraka and wondering what the difference between them and herself is. Toga’s entire character revolves around the idea that she was labeled as a deviant the moment her quirk manifested and shunned, and yet she desires acceptance for who she is, especially after repressing herself to such an extreme extent to try to be “normal” and “good” lead to what was essentially a psyhotic break and a violent incident. 

Shigaraki and Touya are perhaps the most self destructive of all the LOV characters, while Toga is someone who has questioned whether the heroes will ever come save her, or if what she really wants is acceptance rather than just destroying things. 

Toga is the one questioning if things have to be a life or death battle between them, and Izuku and Ochaco both have the opportunity to show Toga there are other ways, and then they don’t. 

Toga’s trajectory as a character is pretty clear, when people reject her, she rejects them back even harder. If you try violence on her, she will get violent back, and so Ochaco and Deku both pick the option of choosing to just defeat her in a physical battle is just a bad choice in general, because Toga is essentially sitting on a bomb. She has the nuke codes here. The biggest advantage of the fight is going to be when Toga uses sad man’s parade, so either Ochaco just defets her in a physical battle before Toga has the chance to use it (but if this happens then why does Horikoshi devote several chapters in a long running plot thread to bring up the possibility that Toga will create another Sad Man’s Parade, and also give Toga the ability to copy the abilities of people whose blood she drinks in the first place if not to make this happen), or Toga is talked down or even persuaded to turn against AFO. 

But as for Uraraka herself, what is her tragic and central flaw in this scenario that she cannot overcome. It is essentially Uraraka who is the most empathic of the hero characters, and the one who is so sensitive that she can notice the struggles on other people’s faces and gave a big speech on how the heroes are essentially humans and they need help too. She even flashes back to Toga’s crying face in that speech, it’s a deliberate showing that Toga is being left out of this speech. If the heroes are still human, and need to be helped like any other human beings, then villains as the other side of the coin are just as human as the heroes. Yet Uraraka still fails to reconcile Toga with that idea, Toga is given the impression that Uraraka still doesn’t see her as a real person and that pushes Toga into more extreme forms of violence. 

So anyway, what Ochaco and Deku essentially needed to do here was not poke the bear, and not only did they poke it, they shot it, threatened its cubs, and also the bear has rabies. 

MISTAKE # 3 ENJI TODOROKI NOT FACING DABI

So yes, everyone and their mother has pointed out that Shoto has a better chance of actually reaching Dabi and empathizing him because they faced such similiar abused and lived experiences. And yes, apaprently it was Shoto’s idea himself to face Dabi alone while Enji handled AFO. I think since then, the plot has pointed out several times that Enji choosing to run away from Toya and not face him again, is him not improving on his central flaw as a character, and was the wrong choice in this situation. 

If Shoto facing Dabi alone was the right choice, then Shoto using his best move against Dabi, his speech about everything he’s learned from his friends, and also his begging his brother to stop, would have stopped the fight there, but even after Shoto leverages all of that....

Dabi just gets back up and demands to see Endeavor again. 

So, I think Dabi needs to face Endeavor. But like, to prove my point with actual in text citations. Number one, if Shoto’s objective is to get Toya to come home (something he has implied but not vocalized) and Enji’s intention is to take responsbility for Toya and the damage they did to this family, they both went into this fight with the wrong head. The conflict with Dabi is also another iteration of the central conflict of the story, what makes heroes “winning” or “saving.” We see another repeat of the language of Shoto’s objective of “stop” Toya, rather than saving him. This might not be Shoto’s intentions, deep down he might want to just bring his brother home, but we don’t see him vocalize that. 

Enji himself, is the emblem of the hero who always prioritizes victory over saving others. Dabi is the shadow to Enji’s flaws as as hero meant to call out that flaws. To simplify the complex Todoroki drama in one central flaw, it’s established to us in the Touya flashback chapters. Like, for Toya himself, what is the origin as a conflict. He has a hero as a father, and he has a father who only cares about the world of heroes, and the potential his children have to be heroes to surpass all might. Enji even before he started to physically abuse Shoto, withdrew entirely from Toya, Natsuo and Fuyumi’s lives when they were no longer potential candidates for his dream to surpass All Might. 

Enji’s central flaw as a character is that he chooses being a hero, over being a father and his responsibilities to his family ever single time. The only reason he had a family in the first place was to create a child who could carry on his dream as a hero, but Enji is given several opportunities to just give that up when he sees the way it’s hurting his family, and he just never does he always doubles down every single time choosing his ambitions and heroics over his children. 

Enji is a hero at the expense of everything else, even atonement Enji who is supposedly facing the things he did to his family, does so as a hero first before anything else, and it’s shown in the choices he makes during the battle. 

I don’t know if you’ve noticed but Toya shouting “Look at me” his entire childhood, and Dabi repeating “Look at me” makes it pretty clear with what he wants. If that’s not obvious enough, AFO helpfully points it out for the audience. 

Hawks’ justification for the choice to just, not have Enji face Dabi is that he wouldn’t be able to objectively face Toya and fight him like any other villain. Once again we have the language, Enji couldn’t “FIGHT AND BEAT” Toya. 

Hawks’ thinking is pure strategy, using Endeavor as their biggest fighter with Hawks’ support, they pound everything they have against AFO to take him out of the fight as quickly as possible since he has effectively taken leadership of the villain’s forces, and while he still is their muscles he’s also essentially a glass cannon due to requiring life support with all the injuries All Might left on his body. 

It is a sound strategy, that is if it had worked. Even with AFO taunting Enji and shaking him up, we basically see everything in the fight go completely the way Hawks envisioned, they smash his mask, and not only that but Enji uses his strongest fire on AFO. However, as I said Enji in doing this has ignored his central flaw, putting his duty as a hero over his duty to his family. Yeah, he says that, after this he will watch Toya, but hasn’t anyone ever told Enji, the most basic rule of storytelling is show don’t tell. So anyway, everything works out exactly the way Hawks wanted... and then AFO just gets back up. 

We see a similiar result in the fight against Toya. I think Enji’s mistakes are much clearer than Shoto’s in this situation, because like it’s not really Shoto’s fault that Enji destroyed his family he’s a victim in this too. However, to briefly touch upon why Shoto alone isn’t enough to Toya, and why he didn’t reach Toya. 

Well, to put it simply he didn’t really reach out much in the first place. Dabi is created by his family not seeing him.  Shoto chooses not the path of relating to his brother, but by beating him down with his strongest move, putting a stop to him above all else. 

If anything I think shoto is a little bit mixed about what he wants going into this fight, and it is in Shoto’s character to being in two minds about things (he is quite literally split down the middle, fire and ice, mother and father, family and heroics, etc. etc.) Is his big brother a villain to be stopped, or someone suffering in need of saving, and I think (I use I think because honestly I’m not sure what to make of Shoto’s character here entirely and where he plays in on this it’s less clean cut than what Enji needs to do. Shoto hears Dabii out for the reason why he ddin’t come back home so he did try talking, but he also like, doesn’t make the leap that Dabi didn’t become a villain in a vaccum.)

So Shoto hasn’t made up his mind, whether Dabi should be dealt with as a villain, or as his brother and fellow abuse victim, and his choice is to simply try overpowering him. I’d say this analysis is supported by the way Shoto fails to take down Toya, by not seeing Toya and underestimating him. By underestimating Toya, he forgot that Toya is someone who spent years honing his quirk on his own, so Toya essentially copies Shoto’s move and Shoto doesn’t see it coming. Failure to see his brother therefore, leads to Shoto making a strategic oversight and Dabi gets back up stronger. The tragic flaw then for both Shoto and Enji is acting as heroes first, and treating the conflict as another hero villain conflict when it’s not, Dabi isn’t just a villain, he’s Toya Todoroki, he’s there brother and son and the person their family failed and let die the first time who is at risk of just dying all over again. 

MISTAKE #4 SHIGARAKI IS A VIDEO GAME BOSS FIGHT

So, to quickly recap. The heroes have tried several times already, to take Shigaraki out. They got him in the tube and stopped his heart when he was only halfway through the surgery, and Shigaraki got back up. 

The heroes amassed every single one of their best members against him, with the decay quirk mostly deactivated, and his body incomplete and therefore breaking down on him. Deku completely lost his mind and went full violence, activating his quirk in his desperation. Shigaraki was burned by Endeavor, had his quirk neutralized by Eraserhead, was pummeled by Deku into oblivion, was tied up by Jeanist, and then... he got back up. Not only that but when Deku and Shigaraki are together in the vestiges, it’s pointed out that the more the heroes fight against Shigaraki, the more his hatred increases, and more he fuses with AFO. The more Shigaraki hates, the more it eats away at Shigarki, the more the lines between him and AFO blur. 

It’s also been said by Shigaraki several times, the more the heroes reject him, the more that Shigaraki will reject him back, his desire to destroy comes from the fact that he knows society has absolutely no place for him. The american hero shoots a missile at Shigaraki, and... he gets back up. 

Definition of insanity, trying the same thing over and over again, and all that. Basically, two long running threads have been established by Shigarki, that the more he is hated, the more he will be hated in return, grow more violent, lash out wildly, and the more control AFO has over him. However, no matter how much AFO tries to possess him, a small part of Tenko remains, there is a crying child inside of Shigaraki. 

If Shigaraki is beyond saving and needs to be put down, why not only the continued showing of Tenko inside of Shigaraki as a child trapped in horrifying imagery of hundreds and hundreds of hands he can’t escape from, but also people like AFO and Deku both insisting that some small part of the childhood victim remains inside of Shigaraki.

 Why is AFO so concerned about the fact that Shigaraki is resisting him in some small ways, if the heroes are not capable of reaching Shigaraki? Why is he suddenly worried about the loss of his total and complete hold of Shigaraki right now. Why suggest that there is a fission within Shigarki, if it’s not possible for Shigarakito break free of AFO’s control? 

Onto the fight itself, even without Deku there we are shown not only the trap that the heroes laid against Shigaraki by building an entire arena to neutralize Shigarki’s decay ability, and also copying the erasure quirk to keep it focused on Shigaraki the entire time working, but even without Deku there, the heroes being able to work together and pull off several combo teamwork attacks. Rumi and Bakugo getting close and landing several hits in spite of the mutant hands,the big three of UA landing their three way combo attack that consists of a giant chimera hybrid that shoots lasers. Even without Deku, everything is pretty much working, so why does Shigarki not go down? Two answers, once again the strategy going in was wrong. It’s even mentioned several time, just building a giant arena to contain Shigaraki and trying to unite everyone to destroy him like he’s a video game boss, is the wrong-headed strategy. 

Most of all because they literally already tried that. They had the entirety of the strongest heroes unite their forces against Shigaraki in the war arc... and he got back up again. 

However, my second reason, to show the central flaw, the Hamartia of Bakugo in this scenario I want to ask the question, why didn’t Deku show up to this battle in the first place? 

I mean physically we know why he’s not there, he got dragged into the wrong portal, and now he’s flying making his way there. However, thematically why is Bakugo essentially fighting alone against AFO, and what does that represent in story. 

By viewing Shigaraki as just a video game boss to be defeated, all of the heroes here, but especially Bakugo are choosing winning rather than saving. Yes, I do think that winning is still important to being a hero, because without winning Deku will just break his own body over and over again trying to save others.

But Deku is the emblematic hero who wants to save everyone. His entire character revolves around the concept of having an overwhelming desire to save that doesn’t follow any logic. Deku saves people without thinking like it’s an urge inside of him. So of course, Deku is absent from a fight where the main strategy is to win against Shigaraki no matter what. Deku is not ther,e and Bakugo leads the fight. 

Bakugo is not only the one who has always prioritized winning, he has also always worshipped All Might as the perfect symbol of victory. 

Shigaraki even calls attention to this fact, when delivering his one-sided beatdown. 

Bakugo worships All-Might’s triumphs, but without Midoriya there to balance him out, Bakugo only thinks about winning and overpowering the enemy. Bakugo’s only focus is victory, and he himself leverages absolutely everything he has against Shigaraki, his biggest move, and it doesn’t work...

Whether you believe Bakugo’s death is going to be permanent or not, there’s also something truly tragic, about the fact that Bakugo even after his full power not being eough to fight Shigaraki, getting back up and trying again, and practically unlocking a new ability in his quirk. He pushes himself to extremes taking down Shigaraki, then pushed himself even further, and even started to threaten Shigaraki all on his own. And then, his heart literally just gives out on him. 

Bakugo gives absolutely everything he has fighting on his own, to achieve the perfect victory against the villains with zero casualties on their side, and he becomes the first casualty himself. 

B/c Bakugo’s philosophy of winning, is only half of the philosophy. Bakugo needs Deku not because he needs a strong quirk or because Deku is stronger than him, but because both of their philosophies when brought together balance each other out enough. It’s not winning, or saving, it’s winning and saving. There is no saving without winning, and there is no winning without saving. If there’s anything to be learned from Deku’s solo arc, is that Deku focused too much on the saving aspect of being a hero, at the expense of himself and taking care of himself, and it’s Bakugo who shows up and not only convinces Deku to come home and accept people’s help and stop sacrificing himself, Bakugo even apologizes to Deku for bullying him all these years in an effort to get him to value himself more. 

Midoriya needs to learn Bakugo’s self-assured image of victory, to be able to save people without feeling the need to sacrifice himself over and over again. However, Bakugo himself hasn’t learned to balance Midoriya’s philosophy with his own. Bakugo even goes halfway to acknowledging that he needs to do things more Midoriya’s way. 

Saving people is how we win. Save by winning, and win by saving. While trying to tell Deku he needs to take care of himself and accept their help, he also accepts Deku’s ideals for the first time, Deku’s method of being a hero is just as valid as him but what they need is to work together. 

So the problem with Bakugo fighting alone in this, isn’t that he’ll never be as strong as Deku, or that he’s like Deku’s supporting character or something, but they haven’t reached a true compromise on their ideals. Saving people is how they win, but Bakugo doesn’t even consider saving Shigaraki the way Deku has, and he instead rushes in guns blazing, and leverages everything he has into winning against a villain.

Not only is Bakugo’s sudden death, emblematic of his flaw that he hasn’t learned to compromise his ideals between him and Deku, to become a hero who surpasses All Might bey winning and saving. Bakugo’s flaw has always been the focus on winning above all else, his own fears of inferiority to Deku and his fear that his beliefs don’t make him a good enough hero which causes him to push himself too far (like maybe I don’t know, charging straight at the villain when he’s already injured in order to prove himself) and only seeing half of what made All Might the greatest hero. I mean even on a tactical front, Shigaraki even asks, why was Bakugo, a long range hero who shoots explosions at people... running in and turning things into a close ranged fight? When trying to blow Shigaraki doesn’t work, it leaves Bakugo open to be physically brutalized, and all the injuries that cause his heart to give out in the first place, are a direct result of Bakugo just... charging straight in and trying to win by overpowering Shigaraki. 

However, Bakugo’s death is also emblematic of the tragic flaws of the heroes as well. By prioritizing winning over everything else, they’ve inadvertantly caused Bakugo’s death. Shigaraki said at the beginning of the fight he no longer thinks Eraserhead is cool. 

What caused Shigaraki to admire Eraserhead in the first place, was his actions of prioritizing the student’s safety above everything else, and fighting on the front lines himself. However, Eraserhead is no longer doing that, and Shigaraki voices the reason for his disappointment this chapter. 

The decision to win at the expense of everything else, for the heroes, and for Bakugo, causes Bakugo himself to put way too much responsibility on his shoulders when he’s just one person, and instead of stepping out of the fight and hanging back when he was too injured to continue, he pushed himself too far and his body gave out on him. The Heroes strategy overall of prioritizing winning against the villains over all else, and refusing to try any other strategy other than overpowering him, causes them to put kids on the front line.

Bakugo’s death, almost works perfectly as an example of a tragic flaw causing a hero to fall. Literally in this case, because Bakugo is a hero, who has quite tragically, fallen in the middle of combat. Whether or not Bakugo can come back, or even he heroes can come back from this as a whole, it will require to heroes to battle against and overcome all the flaws I’ve pointed out in the previous sections of this post. Because that is essentailly what makes the heroes journey, a hero struggling against their flaws until they overcome them. 

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