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ashzenxx · 10 months

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★ A-zen / Ash / Ashzen.

★ She/they.

★ 18+ content, minors DNI. (TW provided for works)

★ Posting on AO3, link provided below.

★ Writing for DCA (FNAF : SB) and SAMS.

★ Open to Asks, fan arts. I appreciate interactions.

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Master list :-

I. Tell me you want me (hiatus)

DCA! Eclipse, Sun and Moon × reader

“Looking at you pains me a little. Our bond, it's like Yin and Yang.”

“It scares me when I find myself wishing I could breathe in flesh and blood instead of motors and wires.”

“Nothing is perfect, but this right here, is my reason to come back home.”

Their hands are soiled in blood and lubricant. Their cores carry the darkness required to run the underworld society through clandestine intelligence operations. They are sentient yet ruthless. Sapient yet brutal. They promised themselves they won't bow for anyone, anymore. But for you, they would kneel. You may run but their three pairs of oculars would follow you to the gates of Hell. After all, they know they would end up there. They're aristocrats of evil.

“Tell me you want me, bambolina. Please.”

Updates - ongoing (5/?)

Chapter 1 - Synopsis : Raconteur ✓

Chapter 2 - Prologue : I-chigo I-chie ✓

Chapter 3 - Epilogue : Opia ✓

Chapter 4 - One : Adronitis ✓

Chapter 5 - Two : Esperance ✓

Chapter 6 - Three :

CURRENT NUMBER OF WORDS - 14,390

ART - Front cover art for my au, Eclipse's tattoo, Sunny boi

II. Forget-me-nots, moonlight

DCA! Moon × reader

Moon remembers everything, he does not forget.

Being brought to consciousness. Being with Sun and taking care of children. Judgements towards him. His first friend besides Sun who called him his ‘son’. Used to, at least.

Moon remembers the blood that coats his hands.

The feeling of grinding gears inside his head.

Sun's pleading. The screams of children and adults.

Thoughts of wanting to die and protect Sun.

Being saved and given a second chance at ‘living’.

Moon may not have a choice in remembering all the pain he was forced to endure.

But remembering you? It will always be his choice.

He will remember you till the stars die and colours turn grey over time.

And maybe, in another lifetime he will find you again. The two of you would live through it all again. Raise a kid together who would run around the house calling out your names. Where he would be able to grow old together, with the only person he's loved this way. Where he would get to say he loved you just as much, if not more than the way you loved him. Where he can sit at the rooftop and gaze at you like you hung all the stars in the sky for his sake.

“Then remember me, moonlight.”

Till the end of his time.

CURRENT NUMBER OF WORDS - 13,204

Updates :- (ongoing 2/4)

Chapter 1 : Dulce bellum inexpertis ✓

Chapter 2 : Post nubila phoebus ✓

Chapter 3 :

Chapter 4 : Ad astra per aspera

III. Even death grovels at the feet of their heart (oneshot)

SAMS! BloodMoon × reader

The Sun was nowhere to be seen. As if, too afraid to watch the carnage about to happen through the hands of the bloodthirsty automaton lurking behind the tall trees. Waiting.

Waiting. Waiting for you to realise what you were doing wrong. Waiting for you to turn back and leave with your usual polite nods. Waiting for you to walk away from that unlucky murderer who had the audacity to lay their filthy eyes on you.

Unfortunately, you don't leave either. And they have to let you see how naive you are with your kindness and empathy. They decide to give you that ugly reality check and they do something that they regret.

You scoff and glare up at your partner with annoyance.

"Bloodmoon, it's not a big deal, really."

They don't deserve you, they know. But they are selfish because they know they want you. They're pathetic and worthless. So they grovel at your feet. Because you're their heart.

They would never let you go.

IV. Kiss me under the Somei Yoshino (oneshot)

SAMS! BloodMoon × reader

“We don't trust ourselves like that, chère ichor. Are the flowers we bring everytime we come back not enough to satiate your desire? Are our efforts not enough to—”

“Blood moon.”

They stop. Somehow, your gentle reminder never fails to stop them from spiralling into that darkness they carry within. The darkness they've vowed to protect you from.

“I want to sit under the cherry blossoms with you. And even if you're stressed and unlikely to think of this as a good idea, I still trust you both, nonetheless.”

They tilt their head down to peer at you prudently like the sunflower drinking in all of the sun's warmth it can get before dusk. They would run to the end of the world for you, if your eyes gazed at them delicately.

“We will go, chère ichor. With you, we will.”

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Currently working on :-

1. Tell me you want me (hiatus, revising it)

2. Forget-me-nots, moonlight. (Oneshot - four chapters)

3. Soulmates red string bearer au.

4. Royalty DCA + SAMS and mana affined reader. (oneshot)

5. Horror mer - Siren!Sun × reader (one shot) (could be mature/suggestive themes)

6. Trying my hands on fnaf art, mostly the DCA.

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years

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I honestly think Sukuna, Geto e Toji Fushiguro were created for you and your writing only, bambolina 😩💦💦

REALLY ??? AW STRAWBABY 🥹🫠❤️❤️❤️

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH PLEASE IM GOING TO SCREAM

Now I have to write for them 😭😭

#i absolutely know geto would STEP. ON. ME.#and I’d like it #gimme dem tootsies #and then sukuna….#we have come for your nectar.#GIVE. US. THE. NECTAR #doll’s watching: jujutsu kaisen

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strawberrylovessebby · 5 years

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Bloodlines (part one: Nightmares)

Pairing: Hunter!Chris (Destroyer) x Banshee!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: Nightmares, corpses and a big and grumpy hunter. Five months since you became a Banshee, and to be honest? You just want to fucking sleep.

Warnings: Some bad words, a lot of blood and one (1) dead person. Also nightmares and a bunch of lies (does this need a warning?).

A/N: This is the first chapter of my entry for my beautiful bambolina’s FREAKY500 writing challenge! (@thewritingdoll)🍓 I really fucking love the prompt I choose and I can’t thank you enough for being my beta ;A; you have my whole heart! So, this is like my first fic in english, be kind please! Hope you peeps enjoy! Every kind of feedback is a b s o l u t e l y appreciated!🍓🍓

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Before starting college two years ago, you thought about so many things that could go wrong while there. Like bad parties, too many lessons, nights spent studying and fake friends. However, not a single one of that thoughts included becoming a banshee.

And yet, here you were.

Five months after the bite you found yourself, in the middle of the night, in a place you didn’t even know where it was. Again. And at your feet; a corpse.

A woman. Laying on her stomach. From where you were standing you couldn’t see her face, but you could see, very clearly, the hole on her side. The flesh devoured by something.

The blood was everywhere, and you stumbled backward in the exact moment you realized you were standing with your bare feet in the middle of the pool around the body.

You bit back the tears, resisting the urge to scream, and wrapped your hands around your arms, tight. Your tank top and shorts doing nothing to keep you covered, while goosebumps raised on your skin.

The silence all around you broke when you circled the woman. Something telling you to look at her face. Voices, whispering quietly in your head.

Look. Look at her. Look at me.

Her face was pale. Eyes spent, watching nothing. Dread still lingering on her features.

Then, the woman was watching you and a name rolled off her tongue with more blood. And you screamed, opening your eyes.

“ Hey! Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. It was just a nightmare. Shhh. ”

You focused your gaze on your best friend’s face, her brows furrowed in a worried look, and slowly you started to feel your mind come back to reality. You felt the warm air of your house, the hard wood under your feet and heard the noises from the street outside your building. But the chills on your skin were still there, just like the distant sound of the raspy voice of the dead woman. The name still reverberating inside your mind.

“ Are you okay? ”

Your best friend voice startled you and you looked back at her. You didn’t notice that your gaze shifted from her to the door in front of you. And just in that moment you realized that you were standing in the entryway of your house.

“ I… yes. Sorry, I’m okay, just… ”

“ Don’t worry… let’s go back to sleep, okay? ”

“ Yeah. Sure… ”

You didn’t really try to fall asleep again for the few hours until morning, too scared you’d wake up in the street this time, or worse, that you’d see again the face of that woman.

The name she told you still clear in your mind. Were you supposed to know the person that name belonged to? You weren’t sure why, but it weighed on your tongue, so you left it slip out your mouth, breaking the silence in your room.

“ Chris. ”

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The morning went like any other day. Neither you or your roommate talked about what happened the night before. You convinced her many months ago that it was just stress, and you thanked anyone that was listening that she actually believed it.

You were ready to forget everything about that nightmare. Put the dead woman in the corner of your mind where you started to hide every weird thing you saw since the day you were bitten by that fucking alpha.

But life’s never so easy, right?

Most of the times, when you weren’t in your house, inside the college or at work in the library you focused yourself on the road you had to do. Keep your mind on the street. But that morning you couldn’t, because of the distant buzz in your ears.

The voices weren’t loud enough to be annoying, but they kept you distracted. You didn’t notice you took the way on your right instead to keep going straight ahead. Neither did you see the policemen until the alarm of one of the police cars snapped you out of your thoughts.

You looked around yourself, cursing under your breath. You were definitely very far away from your college. And that place looked familiar, in a disturbing way.

A chill ran up your spine the moment you realized that you were standing not too distant from the spot where the dead woman was, in your nightmare.

You should spin on your heels and run to college; you were already late! But you couldn’t. So you didn’t.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and one step after another you made your way between the small group of people that blocked your view. A crowd of curious of every age and sex.

You managed to reach the yellow barricade tape without too many problems, the distant voices in your ears becoming more than a soft buzz the moment your eyes landed on the figure laying on the ground. The body was half covered from the agents scattered all around the place, but you could recognize the woman anyway. Same clothes, same hair and same pool of blood circling her middle and painting the floor.

Just like in the nightmare, you couldn’t see her face.

One of the agents, FBI perhaps, stood up after checking the corpse and your gaze was drawn to his face. He pinched the base of his nose, closing his eyes, and he seemed just so tired. And sad.

The man, after a long sigh, covered his eyes with the same hand, that then slipped over his buzzed haircut until the back of his head. His eyes looked down at the woman and you could see him talk, but you were too far to hear, or even try to read his lips. You averted your gaze, watching around him, trying to understand with who was he talking, but he was the only one near the body. And the only FBI agent too.

With every passing second the voices were becoming more insistent and you wrapped your arms around your waist. You couldn’t stay any longer, not without ending with a major headache and a lot of other nightmares. You couldn’t help anyway, no one ever would believe in what you could do. No one.

You watched the body one last time, before finding yourself in need to see again that FBI agent. So you looked up, searching the man, and you found him already looking at you from afar.

Your eyes locked together and you felt the voices roaring in your head, almost screaming the name the dead woman told you.

Chris. Chris. Chris!

You pressed your hands on your ears, closing your eyes, whining for the pain all those voices were making you feel. And you almost forgot that you were surrounded by people, the dead so loud that you couldn’t even understand what was real and what was just inside your mind.

You opened your eyes when you felt strong arms beneath you and a warm chest pressed against your side. It wasn’t easy to focus your gaze on something -anything- with the fucking headache currently splitting your skull in half, but the screams stopped the exact moment you heard the voice of the person that was holding you.

Drowning down the cries with every passing second and rumbling low in his chest, the man’s voice helped you until your view stopped being just a blur full of black little stars. And the first thing you saw was him. The FBI agent. From up close you could see his eyes; oceans of deep and dark water, agitated by a storm happening inside his mind. They were beautiful.

“ Hey kid, I’m talking to you. Can you hear me? ”

“ I’m twenty-one… ” you cringed at your own words, it was definitely not the smartest thing to say to this hot man, good job genius. “ Uh— I mean— let me go, please.”

You pushed yourself away from the man, almost falling on your ass if it wasn’t for him holding your waist.

He looked at you with a quirked eyebrow and lifted his hands from you the moment he was sure you weren’t going to fall.

“ Thank you. ”

You spoke with soft voice, averting your gaze from the man before you and finally seeing that he actually took you pretty far away from the crowd. The corpse was now inside a black bag, you could see the coroner pointing the back of the van before she disappeared behind it with the stretcher.

“ Did you know her? ”

The agent voice made your attention shift back to him. He was looking at the crowd, but his gaze came back on your form slowly. He watched you up and down and you couldn’t help but notice that he was, in fact, analyzing you. For a second, you were scared he was going to see something, a detail, that would gave away that you weren’t completely human anymore.

But he just looked you in the eyes, same serious expression.

“ Well… ” a thought popped up in your mind, an idea. You had to know who that woman was, and maybe that agent would tell you something more about her, if you could convince him that you knew her! “ Yes! Actually, yes… she was my— uh— aunt! Yes, my aunt. And uhm— I was on my way to college when I saw the crowd! I don’t know how I’m gonna tell my mom about her… ”

You felt some guilt build inside you and you thought about the real family the dead woman should has. Was she an aunt? A mother? A wife? The last thing you wanted to do was disrespect her and her family, but you had to know who she was. And why she was in your dream. And, most important, who was Chris.

“ Do you know who could have done that to her, agent? I’m so scared… Oh! I should call her husband! ”

“ Husband? ”

“ Yes… uhm, uncle Chris, he— ”

The neutral expression the man had plastered on his face during all your rambling shifted dangerously fast when that name left your lips. In a matter of seconds it became confused, then angry, and a chill ran up your spine. He took you by your arm, his grip was tight enough to hurt you.

“ Who the fuck are you? ”

“ Hey, let me go! I told you— ”

“ She didn’t have a single family member alive, so drop the bullshit. How do you know that name? ”

And then it hit you. Every detail get into place. The face he had beside the body it was because he knew her. And the voices getting loud the moment you saw his eyes but disappearing when he talked to you. Everything.

“ It’s you. You are Chris… ”

A shout came from behind the man, where the police was still working, and both of you looked back to see who wanted to gain your attention. And there stood two more agents.

They called again, a name that it wasn’t yours but now you could tell it wasn’t even the man’s before you.

“ Fuck. ”

Chris, sliding his hand from your forearm to your wrist, began to walk, fast, pulling you with him. You wanted to stop, resist him, scream for help or maybe just run the other way, you could do that, but you didn’t. Because you wanted answers more than how much you wanted to run.

“ Get in the car. ”

He left your wrist and you opened the car door, sliding in the passenger side without a word.

#FREAKY500WC #writing challenge #supernatural au #preternatural au #destroyer!chris x reader #destroyer!chris fanfic #destroyer!chris x you #destroyer!chris au #sebastian stan fic #hunter!chris (destroyer)#destroyer!chris #bloodlines #my writing

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otakucalsama · 4 years

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cal’s bella x volturi fic recs

hello! this is cal here (obviously) and i’m just reposting this. i made it a while back, but the links didn’t work, so now i’m redoing it. this time, i’m going to make it smaller, with more posts, instead of larger in one post. so without further ado, here is my bella x the volturi fic recs. also, this is only for completed fics, so if you have a story i didn’t add (that’s complete) send me a link and i’ll read it and then decide whether to add it or not. i will not, however, take any bella x edward, bella x jasper, or bella x jacob fics.

other fic recs here

last updated- 12/2/19

a l e c x b e l l a

i. alec came first by bitemytongue / t / 15-20k, multi-chaptered / complete

What would’ve happened if Bella were to meet Alec Volturi when she goes to Volturi, and what will come from them meeting?

ii. masquerade by vampiressuck / t / 2-3k, one-shot / complete

Bella decides to go to a masquerade, hopeful that it will help her loosen up. While there, she dances with a handsome stranger. One-shot. Bella/Alec

iii. smile of an angel by mugglebornwy / t / 1-2k, one-shot / complete

He found her at her most vulnerable, but didn’t make any move to harm her. Yes, he may mock, he may taunt, but beneath the hard facade, lies the heart of an angel; that was what she saw.

iv. a thousand years by bambi bambolina / t / 2-3k, one-shot / complete

This is an Alec/bella one shot! What if Alec met Bella before Edward did? What if rumours got in the way?

v. bella’s choice by patrysia181 / t / 1-2k, one-shot / complete

“Yes we are Isabella… Will you come with me?” Alec breathed in her ear and a pleasurable shiver ran up her spine, a small whimper escaping her lips, “I will,”

j a n e x b e l l a

i. burning eyes by tigerhorse717 / m / 15-20k, one-shot / complete

When Bella goes to save Edward from the Volturi, they refuse to allow her to leave the city as a human. How will she deal with being confronted by the family that had abandoned her while her emotions are heightened as a newborn vampire? And why is she suddenly so affected by Jane’s burning gaze? Femslash Bella/Jane Epic one-shot

ii. the sweetest thing by sydneytwilightmum / m / 5-6k, one-shot / complete

Bella is a novelist who frequents a local cafe to do her writing. What happens when the gorgeous new barista catches her eye? Bella/Jane Femmeslash/Lemons & Fluff Collab with VBFB1 for the FTLOW Contest Grab a coffee & a cupcake & enjoy!

iii. sweet pain by taking me high / m / 9-10k, multi-chaptered / complete / sequel- i adore you, sweet pain

I grabbed her head and pulled her into me, connecting out lips. I closed my eyes, then felt her begin to tug at my pants. Bella/Jane.

d e m e t r i x b e l l a

i. one day more by zantana / m / 8-9k, one-shot / complete

Bella never met the Cullens, never moved to Forks. She moves to Rome for inspiration, and meets a mysterious man. Follow her love tale in this oneshot. Rated M for a reason.

ii. stone mask by ereana / t / 3-4k, one-shot / complete

Bella has lost everyone important to her. She hides behind a mask and shows nobody her emotions. She is now a top member of the Volturi Guard. Will someone break through her stone mask? Non-canon couple Bella X Demetri

iii. kinetic energy by catiedidit / m / 5-6k, one-shot / complete

Bella is sentenced to live with the Volturi for 50 years after she stops Edward from exposing vampires to the human world. Seven years after her change, can Edward prove his love, or will Bella finally realize that another Vampire has captured her heart.

iv. mending a heart by painted heart / m / 35-40k, multi-chaptered / complete

Edward just broke up with Bella. Victoria comes and turns Bella, but Demetri comes and brings Bella to Volterra. She joins them and begins to find the will to love Demetri as he loves her. But what happens when the Cullens come by? Lemons in later chaptes

v. changed in a heartbeat by livebyinsanity / t / 30-35k, multi-chaptered / complete

Bella Swan thought that she would always love Edward Cullen. But, when she entered the home of the Volturi; she found that everything changed in a heartbeat.

f e l i x x b e l l a

i. the rebirth of hope by theadosia57 / m / 10-15k, three-shot / complete

Bella is now a member of the Volterra. Felix waits patiently in the wings for Bella to finally accept him as her one and only mate. Bella/Felix Disclaimer Twilight is the property of S. Meyer, as are its characters, thr rest is just my musings on a AU.

ii. destined for you by mylifeasawhitlock / m / 3-4k, one-shot / complete

A Felix and Bella one-shot. Rated M for a reason. Enjoy and Review

m a r c u s x b e l l a

i. into the lion’s den by lissanrose / t / 40-45k, multi-chaptered / complete

Edward left Bella and went to Volterra after thinking she was dead. Bella rushed to save him, but her feelings for him have changed.She is stronger and decidedly tired of Edward’s possessive nature.She finds love in the most unlikely of places. Dont like pairing, dont read!

c a i u s x b e l l a

i. it was your fault by dragonsouloffire / t / 45-50k, multi-chaptered / complete

Edward never leaves Bella, instead he get intrested in another girl, she breaks his heart and he goes on his suicide mission anyway, Bella saves Edward, not for him, but for his family. Bella is actually quite pissed with Edward. Another certain vampire take interest in Bella. Will this trip to Volterra end well?

ii. stuck together by wolfgirl706 / t / 60-65k, one-shot / complete

Victoria and her army are coming for Bella so Edward sends Bella away to Italy to stay in Voltera. To stay in a palace filled with bloodthirsty vampires. And to make matters even worse, Caius has been appointed to look after her. Adopted from DaughterofHadesandNyx.

a r o x b e l l a

i. the scrourge of housecats everywhere by volturi secretarial services / t / 6-7k, one-shot / complete

Bella had given up on becoming a vampire. Once she was, she certainly didn’t expect her help to come from Aro Volturi. Aro/Bella, Post New Moon AU long-ish one-shot, written in snapshots.

#twilight #twilight fic recs #bella fic recs #bella swan #twilight volturi #alec volturi #bella x alec #jane volturi #bella x jane #demetri volturi #bella x demetri #felix volturi #bella x felix #marcus volturi #bella x marcus #caius volturi #bella x caius #aro volturi #bella x aro

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multiverseofentertainment · 4 years

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Book Review: Prince of Hearts by L.A. Cotton

Title: Prince of Hearts

Series: Verona Legacy #1

Author: L.A. Cotton

Genre: New Adult Romance

Release Date: June 2, 2020

Blurb

Arianna Capizola is her father’s daughter.

Humble. Hardworking. Honest.

She’d rather spend her days helping at the local shelter than brushing shoulders with her vain and entitled classmates.

Niccolò Marchetti is his father’s son.

Dark. Dangerous. Deceitful.

He’d rather spend his days getting bloody in the ring than attending class and keeping up pretences.

When their paths cross at Montague University neither of them are willing to drop the walls they’ve spent so long building. But he can’t resist the girl with stars in her eyes, and she can’t forget the guy who saved her that night.

There’s only one catch.

Nicco isn’t Arianne’s knight-in-shining armor, he’s the son of her father’s greatest enemy.

the enemy.

And their families are at war.

**Prince of Hearts is the first book in Nicco and Ari’s duet. Due to mature content that some readers may find distressing, this book is recommended for readers 18+

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“It’s a beautiful night,” I said from the shadows. “Nicco?” She glanced around, searching for me. When her eyes landed on me standing by the corner of the building, she stood up. “What do you want?” “Ahh, Bambolina.” I let out a weary sigh. “That is a loaded question.” “Humor me.” Lina took a step closer. The moonlight danced off the soft features of her face. Jesus, she was so fucking beautiful. “I want to kiss you.” I inched toward her, unable to resist the magnetic pull I felt whenever I was around her. “I want to finish what we started earlier. I want to feel you beneath me, hear you cry my name.”

I want to make you mine.

“You couldn’t get away from me fast enough earlier.” Her confused gaze cut me like a thousand tiny blades over my skin. “It’s not what you think,” I said, moving closer still. Lina mirrored my movements until we were standing in front of each other. Until she was close enough to touch. “What’s happening to us, Nicco?” she whispered. “Why do I feel like this?” “What do you feel like?” I brushed the hair off her neck. She had a thick hoodie pulled over her body, but I was still able to stroke the skin beneath her ear. Lina’s eyes drifted closed as she inhaled a shaky breath. “I look for you when you’re not there. I feel you when you’re close. I can’t get you out of my head.” Her eyes opened again, fixing on mine. She smiled and it was like a bolt of lightning to my heart. This girl. This innocent sweet girl was ruining me.

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🌟🌟🌟.5 Stars

Prince of Hearts is a good beginning to the Verona Legacy Series. Ari is a girl who has been sheltered her entire life and it quite naive but she grows a backbone by the end of this book while Nico is a tortured soul who has no choice but to accept his legacy and destiny. Nico and Ari’s love story is quite sweet, however I has issues connecting with their insta-love. Their star-crossed plot on the other hand was executed perfectly. I am eagerly looking forward to the conclusion of their story in King of Souls especially with that ending and hoping we might get books with some other side characters as well.

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Author of over thirty mature young adult and new adult novels, L A is happiest writing the kind of books she loves to read: addictive stories full of teenage angst, tension, twists and turns.

Home is a small town in the middle of England where she currently juggles being a full-time writer with being a mother/referee to two little people. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find L A immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life.

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phaniecastello-blog · 6 years

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Part of their world

((This was meant to be my PC2 but ended up being something different. If you read it I will love you forever!!

It contains Phanie’s reaction when she found out she was selected, more details about Loretta’s participation at @spencer-schreave’s selection and her opinion on the rest of the selected lol. And at the end there’s a little fight interaction with @victoria-seaberg. (Thank you so much for the RP, girl, I looooove yooouu) Hope you enjoy it, was fun for me to write it. ))

“…Selected” I muttered, with an unfinished nacho with guacamole on it, in one hand and staring at the TV, jaw dropped by the surprise. “Oddio! … They just said my name! I’m a selected!” I shouted this time. My voice echoing in the big living room. I dropped the mutilated nacho back in the plate and get up feeling so full of adrenaline and emotion that I would be able to run 10 miles if I would had wanted. I could hear more names being mentioned on the background, but I stopped watching and I run towards Camila when I saw her coming from the hallway, frightened by all my shouting. I hugged her tight.

“Cam, my name got picked for Prince’s Nate Selection!”. I broke the hug before I could strangle the poor woman.

“Congratulations, Miss!” She said squeezing my hands as a sign of support. She was smiling at me, but that smile faded after a few seconds of inner thinking. “… I guess that means you will leave us, right?” I could read the sadness in her face but there was something else.

Is that angst?

I gave her a frown face, confused; looking for a reason inside my head, until I founded it.

“Oh, don’t worry. I will make sure she treats you all, nicely… besides, she will be out almost every day; she’s busy, doing the new collection’s promos” Camila nodded and opened her mouth to speak when the house’s phone started ringing. She nodded again, this time as a petition to leave the room and ran towards the phone at the hallway.

As soon as she left the enormous grin showed on my face again, remembering my name being mentioned by Harvey Steve.

What if it was a mistake?!

The idea paralyzed me, momentarily.

Nah, the would have called by now or something.

The sound of subtle bells coming from my cellphone gave me chills. I checked the notification flipping on the smooth, white couch; a message from Lilith read on the screen in caps:

“THE STUPID PHONE DOESN’T STOP RINGING! I will send you all the interviews schedule for the next days… Oh, palace staff will visit you soon… Congratulations, btw”

Seems like the media was giving my assistant quite a time. I smirk, relieved that it wasn’t me, the one who had to deal with them, at least for now.

“Miss, your mother called, she said you get ready for a celebration dinner with her. She will be waiting at Faustino’s Restaurant”

“Received” I said as I run upstairs.

“Mmm… delicious as always” I muttered while I softly patted the corner of my mouth with the white cloth napkin. Noises of silverware clattering against plates and dinners were surrounding us “…so, the visit will be just to let me know the rules and the schedule of the departure day?” I asked Loretta over the arm of the waiter who was pouring more Champagne into her glass. He must be a new worker here, because his hands were shaking and he hadn’t realized that was the wrong side to serve the drink. Loretta was giving him an annoyed gaze, but she choose to ignore him and turned to face me.

“That’s right, just protocol” She answered with a carefree tone. “That day you’ll get to the airport and share the plane with a bunch of immature, exhilarated and most of all, unclassy, ladies” She exclaimed frowning with disgust. “You better know now, all of them will be unbearable; trying to get Nate’s attention all the time; giggling around, pretending to be ladies… ugh! It’s like I’m seeing it, again” I looked down, playing with the napkin on my lap, feeling uncomfortable. “And you will met Audrey, that little hypocrite, sh..”

“I think that’s enough, mom… I just wanted to know about the arrival. Besides, we had talked about not to express that way about the royals” I interrupted her, irritated, before she started to vent about how unfair was her elimination back at King’s Spencer selection. I had heard that story a thousand times before and it always include tons of negative adjectives for all the characters, except for her, of course.

She was always the victim in the story and I might had believed everything she said if I hadn’t read all the magazines concerning last selection, already. I documented myself buying old articles and watching old videos; everything was there! It seemed all you did in that competition was recorded or published somewhere and it would never being forgotten. Back then, I was horrified, embarrassed of all I read about Loretta. Several accidents happened to the girls caused by her, but she always made it look as an accident. They were also rumors of her seducing the guards to help her in several things. Like the rats that a few of the selected found in their closets. I wonder how they did to avoid the video cameras, because there was no recordings of that event.

That day I confronted her, crying out of disappointment. She didn’t deny the fact she wanted to eliminate her competition, but she also assure me not all of that was true.

“…the media always take advantage of some facts to lie and exaggerate things.”

She acknowledged. Since then she had been focused on her work and I hadn’t know about her doing anything like that to other people. Except for her temper and her judgments, she might had changed a lot.

“Yes, I know you like her, everyone loves the benevolent Queen, but that’s because no one knows her like I do.” She had raised her voice and the people of the next tables were starting to look in our direction, she probably noticed it, too because she changed the tone to continue. “… I just want you to be aware, bambolina, getting along with lower castes is not easy”

“Well, you will be glad to know, this time there are plenty of two’s in this competition; I was reading their names and basic information on my way here, it was all on the Illéa Illustrated web page.” I acknowledge sipping my glass of champagne. Her face reflected concerning for a short moment. I was tempted to mention that one of her favorite customers were selected, too; but I didn’t feel in the mood to talk about Victoria.

“You are my daughter, and that makes you the best, don’t worry” She reached for my hand over the table and patted it. I noticed she was saying all that to herself more than to me; and I wished I could tell her I was so much more than just her daughter. Even though, I loved her, I didn’t want to be just the shadow of the tree, most of all because that tree didn’t have the image I would wanted, but I gave her a big smile, instead. She glimpsed at her watch letting my hand go “We better go now, you have to be rested for tomorrow’s runway show”

The runway was a success, as always. The media and the guests loved every single design of the new collection, and I felt like a fish in water, I grew up in this events, modeling at every single runway of Castello’s House; and I was good at it, walking up there, made me feel like a princess and I really enjoyed doing it. Every time I worn a dress to model it I can’t help to thought about all the process it passed for: The sketches, choosing the correct colors and fabrics, sewing, adding details, until this moment. I wasn’t wearing just clothes, I was wearing a little piece of art. The negative part of this kind of the events was that most of the people participating in them didn’t seem to share the same thoughts as me. Most of the skinny, beautiful, ladies surrounding me didn’t even care for the clothes they were wearing, the only thing they cared about is looking good, became famous and get lots of money out of it, not to mention the guests. The males just wanting to admire the models and the females wanting to prove they had lots of money to buy all the collection, even if they didn’t even know the names of the fabrics or the time it took to sew every single gemstone in the right place of it. Those people never able to see beyond themselves. They said they loved fashion, but they didn’t know what fashion meant. What sad and empty lives. I thought while I clapped and smile leading the models at the end of the runway.

When I arrived to the after runway party a bunch of journalists and cameras ran to surround me. They didn’t want to lose their opportunity to ask me about the new collection and most of all, the upcoming selection. I couldn’t hide my smile when they mention the last one.

“What does it feel to be a selected?, Which was your reaction when your name was mentioned on The Report? Are you excited to meet Prince Nathaniel?”

I managed to answer every question with sincerity. Everything was doing fine, until…

“Should the other selected be concerned any rats in their bedrooms? Are you going to be as entertain to watch as your mom was? Are you going to continue the Castello’s legacy?”

Why did they always had to ruin everything!? I continue smiling trying to break my way through the cameras with Pete’s help.

When we finally could enter to the party I found my assistant Lilith inside. “Having fun?” She asked sarcastically

I sighed “I’m having a blast! Can’t wait to travel to Angeles”

“Oh, btw, your mother invited Calgary’s Mayor to give a little speech about you in public” She said, reading everything on her tablet, which she always carried around, like it was like it was part of her body.

“What?! Here?” I asked surprised. These was the kind of things I had to be informed of, not the rest of the guest list that Loretta kept talking about all the way through the runway, that morning.

“Yeah, Loretta didn’t accept his offer to made you a party opened to all the citizens and commoners, as she called them, so, we are taking advantage of the media here to do this… maybe they will ask you to say some words for the people, I don’t know” She continued as if it wasn’t so simple to make a speech in front of everyone. This will be on TV and I didn’t have anything prepared!

There wasn’t much to do about it, so I just nodded and walked passed her towards the bar, feeling dizzy already. “Hi, Martini, please” I said to the efficient barman. As soon as I got my drink I start giving it small sips, looking at the people moving on the dancefloor. Suddenly I glimpse a tall, black haired girl wearing a dress that matched her hair, walking towards me. I turned around on my bench facing the shelves full of all kind of bottles of alcohol, hoping she didn’t come anywhere near me. I wasn’t in the mood to resist a fight to maintain a civilized conversation, as I always had to do with her.

There were two kind of people who approached me at parties, attractive men acting charming and flirtatious to assure a permanent job at House Castello and ladies pretending to be my friends to get the same. I have actualy take advantage of those to have some “friends” to talk to at parties. And finally, there were, the envious, pretentious, people who liked to play word games to annoy me and prove my patient. Victoria Seaberg was the master of those.

I was hardly praying for her to ignore me, when I felt some fingers playing with my hair.

“Hey Stephanie, I barely recognized you with all that hair” Victoria said in a mocking tone. I rolled my eyes wondering why God didn’t listened to my prayers and counting to ten to be ready to try my best to breathe slowly. After all that, I faced her.

“Hey! I barely recognize you sober” I greeted, smirking.

She gave me the fakest of her smiles “Oh, babe, don’t worry, I’ll teach you how to hold your liquor.”

I laughed at her offering. If I had problems with my drinking, she would be the last person I could get help from, not that she was an alcoholic, but I was sure I drinked much less than her. “I’m okay, but I will give you a call, in case I need a tutor” I sipped my Martini. “Hope you are enjoying the party�� The last phrase was meant to be a goodbye, but apparently it didn’t seem like one.

“In fact I am. Your mom knows who to invite” She looked radiant, obviously this was his natural environment.

“Well… it’s not like we have a choice, we have to invite everyone who is involved in the campaign or might be interested in it.” I said sighing. That was actually true, but I said it for her to acknowledge, her presence was not so pleasant for me. I didn’t like me when I behave like that, but this kind of people manage to bring out the worst part of me. I wasn’t going to let her mock me.

Victoria chose to ignore my statement turning around to order a Mojito. I suspected it wasn’t the first one of the night. “How are you liking the party?” She asked.

“You know how much I love these parties, so I’m doing fine” I answered. I knew people thought I didn’t like to party, but it wasn’t that I didn’t like them, actually if I had real friends I would party with them all the time, but when you have Christmas everyday, suddenly Christmas becomes boring and monotonous.

“Everyone knows you’re quite the party animal” Victoria laughed.

“Yep, that’s me” I said sarcastically, proud of myself for being able to control my annoyance so far, despite her never ending provocations.

“Well if you want to become future queen, you’ll have to get used to social events” Her hand patting my shoulder as if she was a friend giving me advice.

My head starts hurting when I remembered she was a selected too, which meant I will be living under the same room as her, soon. “Ohh, I’m sure I will be surrounded by way more interested people then” I had tried hard to control myself, but she kept pushing me. I knew how to fight back, it was in my DNA, I was educated by Queen Bee. I covered my mouth mockingly and continued “Not that you are not interesting, in fact, I’m glad we are going to be there together” I smiled, but it was obvious I didn’t meant that.

She smiled back as a person about to show her best cards in a poker game. “I can’t wait to see what some etiquette lessons will do for you. Don’t forget to bring your notepad, it will help you remember the things you’ve learned once you are back home.” I fight back the urge to throw my drink on her sparkly black dress, but the last thing I needed was the press all over me, asking questions and comparing myself with my mom, again, but Victoria was openly attacking me this time.

Just go away, you are not like her, ignore those words…. Oh, wait, just one more thing…

“Awwe, you always concerned about me, thank you for your advice, I have one for you in return. Careful with those snacks, they can be tricky… and I heard from my mom that designers will be more strict with the weight fact, in the future” Victoria wasn’t a model by profession, but her popularity and beauty have made that some designers invited her to hit the runway just for publicity and she was obtaining good money out of it. I knew that suggesting she was gaining weight was going to drive her crazy, and it did; the prove was she got really mad this time, I could saw it in her colored, furious eyes. “Speaking of which, you will have to excuse me because I have to find Loretta” I put my glass on the bar and stood up to leave.

“Firstly. I don’t have a problem with snacking, I know how to contain myself. Secondly, I happen to do sports, maybe you should try it sometime. And lastly, there’s nothing you can do about a boring personality, which happens to be your case.” I should have known she wasn’t going to let me have the last word, but despite I still could hear her words, I didn’t care about them anymore.

I waved at her “Sorry, I can’t stay to chat, have a nice trip back home and see you in Angeles.” She said something but I couldn’t understand her words, I wasn’t close to her anymore and the music was loud. I walked away feeling satisfied for my job back there, but guilty because I behaved like one of them, and that was exactly what I had been running from all my life.

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I caught the L-O-V-E

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x femme!reader (reader has a pussy, uses she/her pronouns and is referred to as a girl/woman)

1.6K words

Synopsis: enemies to lovers, reader wants him but tries to fight it. Set in a quirkless AU where they're in their second year of college. This will have more parts once I write them lol

Warnings: language, mentions of drugs, mentions of sex, f!masturbation, drinking, reader gets drunk, breeding mentions, reader imagines having sex with Bakugou

MINORS DNI

Math should be illegal; you think to yourself as you toss your maths book and pencil across the room. You're in college, why should you have to learn trigonometry? You're never going to use it.

You groan and lean back in your chair, cracking your knuckles behind your head. There's a weird stain on the ceiling that's been there since you moved in, you and Ochako used to lie on the floor and try and guess where it came from. You'd joke about how it kind of looked like Aizawa when he used his powers.

There hasn't been a lot of joking going on lately. Both you and Ochako are so stressed about the exams you've hardly said two words to each other, if you're honest you kind of miss her. Ochako is the first real friend you've ever had, spending most of your childhood and teenage years alone in your bedroom reading and playing with your gerbils, Dasher and Dancer. Now you feel like that same lonely kid again.

A knock on the door drags you out of your thoughts and you get up to answer it before you can get too sad. You leave your books (minus your maths book) on the kitchen table and pad barefoot towards the door to your apartment. You and Ochako decided to move off campus for your second year so you could feel more independent. Also, because it was cheaper.

You swing open the door expecting to see Izuku, Ochako's kind-of-but-not-really boyfriend. Instead, the doorway is taken up by a muscular, and kind of angry looking blonde. In jeans and a black tank top that showed off his huge biceps, his spikey hair falling in his face, his vermillion eyes trained on you. He may be the most attractive man you have ever seen.

You know who he is obviously, Katsuki Bakugou. You've seen him hanging around Kirishima and the other 'frat bros'. He's supposed to be one of the smartest in your college, always coming in the top 5. From what Ochako's said, he's slept with every girl on campus too.

"You gonna keep starin' at me, sweetheart, or are ya gonna invite me in?"

His slightly irritated voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you realise you've been staring at him this entire time. Your cheeks flush red and you babble apologies as you step to the side to allow him to come in. You figure he's probably here for Ochako and hope he's not a serial killer.

"Need to speak to Ochako, go get her." He demands as if you're a waitress who got his order wrong. You're taken aback by his tone but decide to ignore it.

"She's not here." You say, folding your arms over your chest, hyperaware of the stain on your hoodie. You think it's pizza sauce but can't be sure. You can't study without this hoodie and lately all you've been doing is studying so it's been a while since it's seen a washing machine.

"What do you mean 'she's not here'. She's supposed to help me with something now go get her." He snaps at you. You blink at the aggression and straighten your back.

"I told you; I can't go get her. She isn't here." You seethe trying to stay calm. Bakugou steps forwards and you resist the urge to shy away. He stops when you're practically nose to nose and you can see him clench his jaw in frustration.

"Well, where the fuck is she then?" He barks, so close you can smell his toothpaste and aftershave. Mint and burnt sugar. You tilt your chin up and glare back at him. There is no way in hell you are going to let a man talk to you like that in your own damn house.

"I don't know where she is, but you can go and wait for her somewhere else." You grab his vest and begin to drag him towards the door. His eyes widen in surprise and you've no doubt that's the only reason he lets you drag him.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" He looks utterly bewildered, like he's never heard the word no once in his life. It would be comical if you weren't so pissed off.

"I'm kicking you out. This is my house and I'll be dammed if I let a man walk all over me in it." With that you give him one last push out the front door and slam it in his face, slipping the chain on the hook for good measure.

When Ochako gets back and you explain everything she laughs for a good twenty minutes straight. You were afraid she might be mad at you but she seems delighted.

"You're definitely not mad?" You check when she calms down. She lets out another soft giggle and shakes her head.

"Hey, I'm just glad someone finally put him in his place." And then she's in hysterics again and you can't fight the grin that spreads across your face.

You don't see Bakugou again until Ochako drags you to a party under the guise of 'letting off steam' when you know all she really wants is to see Izuku. You pull on a tight black dress that shows off a lot more cleavage than your used to and follow her to the party anyway.

It's at the same dumb frat house Bakugou lives at but you honestly couldn't care less. And yes, maybe part of that is the vodka shots you, Ochako and Izuku did before you left but part of it is also because you refuse to be afraid of a man like Bakugou.

You walk through the doors and the music is so loud you can feel it in your chest. Weirdly, you kind of like it. Ochako and Izuku immediately disappear to God knows where but you try not to mind. You think they're cute together and you want Ochako to be happy, even if that means leaving you on your own.

You make your way to the kitchen and pour yourself a vodka coke, classic and it'll get the job done is what you think. You lean against the counter and survey the scene before you. This isn't the first party you've been to but it's definitely the biggest. From here you can see at least two people having sex, three doing drugs, at least seven people passed out and someone doing the macarena to a Nicki Minaj song. The whole scene makes you want to laugh.

You haven't seen Bakugou yet, not that you've been looking for him. It's just that if you'd seen him, you definitely would've recognised him. But you definitely weren't looking. You take a sip of your drink.

A while later, when you're drunk enough to forget any anxiety, someone changes the track in the middle of some indie slow song with misogynistic overtones and Sabrina Carpenter’s Nonsense comes on and you let out a little squeal. This song has been your obsession as of late.

You abandon your cup and run into the living room and start dancing. You've never been a particularly good dancer, far too clumsy for that but the alcohol makes you forget that and your start to have fun for the first time all night. Maybe all year.

You're still dancing wildly three songs later when you smack into the wooden coffee table and start to fall over. You feel a strong pair of hands grab you by the waist and right you on your feet. You spin round a little too quickly with the intention of thanking the person but you wobble a little and they have to right you again.

You giggle and look up, your eyes meeting a familiar pair of vermillion eyes. You gasp a little and then curse yourself for being stupid. It's his house, of course he was going to be here. Before you can say anything, Bakugou smirks at you, his large hands still on your waist, squeezing slightly.

"You should be more careful, doll." He chides and then walks away. You watch him disappear somewhere in the crowd and leave you wondering what the fuck just happened.

You go home that night, tipsy and still thinking about Bakugou and his big, strong hands. You own hands make their way down your body and below the waistband of your pyjamas. Your mind cloudy with thoughts of Bakugou's much thicker fingers, the cocky smirk on his face that makes you think he'd know exactly how to handle you.

You rub slow circles on your clit and close your eyes, imagining it was him touching you instead. You think about the way it felt when he touched you, the burnt sugar smell of him, the way his eyes lingered on the low neck of your dress. You wonder how many girls he’s actually been with. Whether he actually knows what he’s doing. You wonder how big he is. His frame is huge, broad shoulders, rippling muscles, more than double your size so he must be big.

You think about his mouth, how good it would feel to have him between your legs, strong hands gripping your thighs while he laps at your clit.

You’re arching off the bed, fingers swirling faster and faster on your sticky, wet heat. Other hand under your shirt to play with your nipples, tugging and pinching them just the way you like. You try hard to stay quiet but the thought of what Bakugou could do to you, what you want him to do to you, has you crying out so loud you’re certain everyone in the building heard. You don’t have it in you to care though as you’re hurtling towards your release.

The thought that makes you come undone is picturing how pretty he’d look when he cums. Brows furrowed, lips bitten and falling into a pretty O shape, moaning your name as he cums deep inside you.

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Hi, I hope you enjoyed! I will definitly be making more parts to this as I see this as a whole enemies to lovers fic. Likes and rb's appreciated, let me know what you think!

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Perfect

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x GN!Reader

Theme: Best friend!Katsuki has been in love with you since he can remember. He hates watching you get your heart broken again and again but he’s too scared to say anything. Until tonight that is

Warnings: None. This is fluff. All fluff. Just pure fluff. Might make a smutty part two though...

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If there was one thing Katsuki loved more than anything, it was you. You were his whole world, whether he’d admit it or not. He would do whatever you asked of him in a heartbeat.

And you weren’t even dating.

The pair of you had been best friends your whole life, he knew you better than anyone. You were one of the few people he trusted and you never took that for granted. He loved that about you.

He loved everything about you really. How could he not? In his not so humble opinion, you were the definition of perfection. The way you laughed at his dumb jokes, even the ones he knew weren’t funny. The way you smiled when you said his name. The way you ran you hands through his hair when he’s had a hard day. The way you could spend hours babbling on about your latest obsession. Perfection.

He couldn’t tell you this though. He was too afraid of losing you. So, instead he stood on the side lines and suffered. He watched you fall in love with the wrong people and have your heart broken again and again and it pissed him off. Couldn’t you see you were meant for him? Couldn’t you see you two would be perfect together?

No, of course you couldn’t. As smart as you were, you were also pretty fucking stupid.

“I thought they loved me.” You sniffled into Katsuki’s shirt as he stroked your hair. Surprise, surprise dickface had broken your heart. You deserved so much better than these assholes, couldn’t you see that?

“Their loss.” Katsuki replied gruffly as he traced patterns on your back. You were devastated about your break-up of course but you couldn’t help but be happy at the thought of getting to spend more time with Katsuki. Most of your partners hated you seeing him, you suspect they were scared of him.

You buried your face further into his muscular chest, breathing in his familiar, comforting smell. You could feel his heart thumping softly against your cheek, the repetitive rhythm helping to soothe you. There was one question on the tip of your tongue but you were hesitant to ask it. Katsuki wouldn’t be happy about it but you had to know.

“Kats?” You whisper. He hummed softly, the sound vibrating in his chest. “Is there something wrong with me?” Your voice shook with the onslaught of fresh tears and you gripped his shirt for stability.

Katsuki tensed up as you began to cry again. Something wrong with you? How could you think there was something wrong with you? He couldn’t for the life of him understand how you could think something was wrong with you. Everything about you was perfect. You were beautiful, kind, patient, caring, funny as hell and just the sweetest person he’d ever met. There wasn’t a thing wrong with you.

Katsuki pulled away so he could look at your tear stained face. You refused to make eye contact with him, keeping your teary eyes on the window instead.

“Look at me, Y/N” Katsuki demanded. You shook your head stubbornly and kept staring at the night sky out of your apartment window. The view was part of the reason you bought this place, Katsuki hadn’t understood the appeal of the city skyline but you loved it. It felt big and free exactly how you wish you felt.

“Y/n, baby, look at me.” Katsuki said softly. You were shocked, he hardly ever called you baby unless he was teasing you. You turned your head towards him but still couldn’t meet his eyes, looking instead at his mouth. He must have noticed because he laughed and licked his lips.

“What? You gonna kiss me or somethin?” He joked and you shook your head again with a small laugh. Katsuki placed his thumb and forefinger under your chin to make you look at him properly. He hated when you wouldn’t look at him.

“Look at me, please.” That shocked you more than anything. Katsuki NEVER said please, not even to you. You did as you were told, your y/e/c meeting his vermillion ones. He was looking at you like you were made of glass and about to break.

“There is absolutely fucking nothing wrong with you.” Katsuki said seriously and you don’t know why, maybe it was the way he said it or the way he was looking at you, but you believed him.

You nodded slightly but that wasn’t enough. Katsuki wanted you to know how amazing and perfect and just fucking flawless you are. He wanted you to have the level of confidence in yourself that he had in you. He wanted you to know that you were everything he’s ever wanted and so much more. Friendship be damned, he needed this and he hoped you did to.

It happened quickly and then it was over. It happened so quickly you weren’t sure whether it had really happened or not. But from the shy, dopey look on Katsuki’s face you knew it had. Katsuki Bakugou just kissed you.

“Kats?” You looked up at him with those big, glossy eyes of yours and he swears he could melt. God, you make him so fucking sappy it’s disgusting really. He should hate it. He can’t help but love everything you do though.

“Yeah?” His own voice is nearly a whisper and he curses himself for it but you don’t seem to mind.

“Did you just kiss me?” You know he did but you don’t know what else to say. The tips of his ears are a pretty shade of pink, like a sunrise.

“Yeah, what about it?” Katsuki replies gruffly trying to hide how this is killing him. Every second you’re not saying or doing something feels like a rejection and he almost wishes he never kissed you. Almost. It was still probably the best kiss of his life, even if it was only for a second.

He turns his head to look out the window, not being able to look at you, terrified to see disgust in your pretty eyes. Or worse, pity.

You touch your fingers to your lips. The lips that just touched his. The lips that just touched Katsuki Bakugou’s lips. A massive grin stretches across your face and you can’t help but let out a soft little giggle of happiness.

Katsuki doesn’t hear that though. All he hears is his best friend he just kissed, the person he’s been in love with since the age of Thomas the tank engine and juice boxes start laughing. He grits his teeth and turns to glare at you with your stupid big smile and your stupid little laugh.

“The fuck you laughing at, nerd?” He spits and you flinch at his suddenly harsh tone. The smile and the giggle from before are gone and in their place are wide eyes and confusion and maybe a bit of hurt.

“Why are you yelling?” You ask, your voice small and confused. Katsuki glares harder at you.

“The fuck you laughing at?” He repeats again, tone venomous. You look down at your bare feet, wiggling your toes.

“Jus’ happy.” You mumble so low he almost doesn’t hear you. His face softens and his fists unclench. “I like you and you kissed me so I thought you liked me and I was happy.”

“I don’t like you.” Katsuki blurts out without thinking and you feel your heart squeeze at the rejection. Katsuki realises his mistake as you wrap your arms around yourself and step back.

“No, fuck, that’s not what I meant. I don’t like you, I’m in love with you, idiot.” He trips over his words and curses himself for how stupid he sounds but he doesn’t care at all when you look up and meet his eyes, a small smile playing on your perfectly kissable lips.

“You love me?” You ask hopefully. Katsuki rolls his eyes at your question and pulls you towards him by your belt loop. The two of you bump chests and you giggle.

“Course I fucking love you, nerd.” He leans down so your lips are almost touching and you smile.

“I love you too, Katsuki Bakugou.” Katsuki smiles the biggest smile you’ve ever seen and then presses his soft lips to yours.

The kiss is everything you wanted it to be. Soft and tender but also hungry and needy. His lips feel perfect against yours, taking away all the sadness and the hurt from before. It might have been really messy but this was the best night of your life. Katsuki’s too judging by the stupid smile on his face as he pulls away.

“So fucking perfect.” He mumbles, eyes still on your lips now glistening with his spit.

“You think I'm perfect?” Katsuki resists the urge to roll his eyes at your thousandth question of the night. Instead he dips his hand further down your back until it’s resting just above your ass, his eyes darken and meet yours, making you shiver.

“Why don’t I prove it to you.”

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bambolinawrites · 2 years

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Random nsfw HC’s

Characters: Katsuki, Dabi, Izuku, Kirishima

warnings: d/s dynamics on some, femme reader, femme domme, femme sub, dom Kirishima, pussy eating, vaginal sex, public sex, exhibitionism, possessiveness, praise kink, hand jobs, blow jobs, implied face fucking, dumbification, condescension, slight dubcon?, use of pet names (princess, doll, baby, puppy) let me know if i missed anything!

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Katsuki

Would one hundred percent eat you out till you cry. You cannot convince me this man doesn’t have a SEVERE pussy eating addiction. One taste and he’s hooked.

Katsuki storms into the apartment, slamming the door so hard it shakes on it’s hinges. You look up from where you’re reading on the couch.

“Katsuki, what’s wrong?” You ask sweetly, dog earing your page and placing the book down beside you. He ignores you and stomps your way. You expect him to sit down next to you and rant about his day but instead he drops to his knees on the floor in front of you.

Before you can ask what he’s doing, strong hands are tearing your tiny pyjama shorts off and flinging your legs over his shoulders so he’s face to face with your pussy. You squeal in surprise.

“Kats!” You giggle trying to wiggle free of his bruising grip. He growls and holds you still. He takes a second to kiss the inside of your soft thighs, breathing in your addictive scent, and then he’s beginning his assault on your poor cunt.

His tongue darts out to taste your pussy, already wet from his sudden display of strength. He groans at the first taste and dives back in. He runs his tongue over every part of you, not wanting to let any of it go to waste.

You’re moaning and writing on the couch, hands carding through his blonde hair, tugging when he sucks your puffy clit into his mouth. His hands knead the fat of your hips, nuzzling his nose into your pelvis so he can inhale you. He wants to be completely surrounded by you.

He eats you out like a man starving, he swears he doesn’t need anything else in this world but your pussy. Man could die happy after this.

When he’s done (Not when you’re done, but when he’s satisfied), he wipes the slick off his mouth with the back of his hand then kisses you. Wants to hear you moan as you taste yourself.

When you ask him why his day was so bad, he can barely even remember. He swears your pussy is like a magic potion. Your pretty great too he guesses.

Dabi

Would one hundred percent fuck you in public. I know it’s been done a hundred times but HE WOULD. He would get off on the fact that the two of you could get caught at any minute. He kind of hopes you do so everyone knows you’re all his. Even if the two of you aren’t officially dating. Yet.

“Dabi - fuck - we’re gonna get caught!”

He has you pinned to the wall of the alley, rough brick cutting into your hands as he fucks you from behind. He grunts in your ear before biting down on your neck - hard. You cry out but try to muffle it with your hand.

Dabi slaps your ass. “Don’t try and be quiet, doll. Let me hear you.” The sinful words are whispered into your ear and you clench around his dick. He seems to be hitting spots you didn’t even know existed and your eyes roll back.

“Dabi” You whine drawing out the I. “Have to stop.” You don’t stop him though when his hand snakes down your abdomen and draws lazy circles on your puffy clit. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder as he picks up the pace with a dark chuckle.

“Dabi” He mocks you, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on your shoulder. “Thought you wanted me to stop, princess.” He drawls before sucking a hickey onto your neck. “She sure doesn’t”

She. He’s talking about your pussy. Personifying it is so dirty and lewd that it makes you clench and moan. Dabi snickers in your ear.

“Dirty fucking girl. And all for me, eh?” When you don’t answer quick enough he thrusts harshly, slamming you roughly into the wall and making you see stars.

“All yours! Fuck, all yours! Just please, hurry up and make me cum before we get caught!”

“As you wish, dollface.”

Izuku

Babyboy would be SO into praise. He’d love praising you, telling you how pretty you are and how good you are. He’d also love you telling him what a good boy he is, how big and strong he is. Praise either way just makes this man’s brain mush.

“Good boy”

Two little words and he’s a whimpering mess. Lying on his back on your bed, you straddling his thighs, his big cock leaking in your hands. His green eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth open in a pretty O shape.

“Aw, you wanna cum, baby?” You ask as you lazily pump his cock, pulling your hand away to spit in it. Izuku nods hastily making small whimpers and whines in the place of actual words. You click your tongue and tilt your head though his eyes are still closed.

“Can you use your words, puppy?” You coo giving his cock a gentle squeeze making him moan loudly. You bring your free hand down to cup his heavy balls and he lets out a string of curses.

“Please! Please!” He begs, fists clutching the sheets in desperation. You laugh lightly. You lean forwards so you’re breath is hitting his pink-tinged ears. You hum softly and give his balls a squeeze just to hear the pretty sounds he makes when you do.

“Please what, pretty boy?” You ask softly, trailing light kisses along the shell of his ear. He whimpers and whines, manages broken almost words until he manages to say,

“Please let me cum!”

You sit up again and start fisting his cock faster and faster, massaging his balls at the same time. He’s writhing and squirming in the sheets as he moans so loud the neighbours can definitely hear.

“Oh, good boy. Cum for me.”

The second the words leave your glossy lips he’s shooting thick ropes of white cum all over your hand and his stomach. He cums with shouts of your name and a slew of thank yous. Such a good boy.

Kirishima

Kiri would be so sweet and condescending. He would say the meanest, dirtiest things in the sweetest tone just to confuse you. He would get off on the confused, needy, upset looks on your face.

“Come on, baby, you can do better than that, can’t you?” His tone is so sweet and condescending, like he’s helping you. You whine with his cock halfway in your mouth. You’re trying so hard to fit it all he’s just so big!

Kirishima pats the back of your head coaxingly, trying to get you to move forwards on his spit covered cock. You try, gagging as he hits the back of your throat once again. Drool is coating your mouth, your chest, his abdomen. You’re filthy and he loves it.

“You want to make me feel good, don’t you, baby?” He asks in that sweet tone that brings tears to your eyes. Of course you do, you’re trying. He’s just too damn big!

You pull off and cough and splutter trying to catch your breath again. Kiri sighs and looks at you like he’s disappointed, like he expected better.

“Thought you wanted to be a good girl?” He asks, his tone never changing even if his words did. You whine and nod frantically.

“You’re too big!” You sob, tears rolling down your cheeks as you look up at him. He sighs again and cups your cheek with the palm of his hand. The action is so soft even if his next words aren’t.

“God, you really are pathetic, aren’t you?” He swipes away your tears with his thumb as he says it, looking at you like he feels sorry for you. You cry harder but his face doesn’t change. It’s almost like he doesn’t acre.

That can’t be true though, can it? He’s so sweet. Kiri is always sweet to you, his dumb little bimbo girlfriend. Everyone always says so.

“No!” You cry. “Wanna be a good girl, Kiri! Wanna be good!” You beg, shuffling closer to him on your knees. He gives you a small smile and you want to cry from happiness. If he’s smiling, he can’t be disappointed, right?

“Well, since you’re too dumb to do it yourself, why don’t you let me help.”

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bambolinawrites · 1 year

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Dabi nsfw hc

I think when you and Dabi first start dating he would have a very aggressive approach to sex. Like to him it’s just fucking, he loves you of course and he thinks you’re hot as fuck but to him sex is sex. He would grab you and fuck you over ever surface available but it’s always so aggressive and it’s almost like he hates you.

I think that would change though. The longer you’ve been together and the more he trusts you the more willing he is to be a little softer with you, a little bit gentler. He’s still a kinky bitch of course but sometimes he just wants to show you how much he loves you when he can’t bring himself to say the words. Soft kisses in missionary. Hickeys and love bites on your shoulders. Stroking the hair out of your face when you get all sweaty. Soft kisses on the inside of your thighs.

I think eventually he’d be one of those guys who just wants to get naked with you and make out. I dunno just thoughts

#bambolina writes #dabi <3 #dabi my hero academia #touya #touya x you #touya headcanons #dabi headcanons #dabi smut #touya smut #mha #bnha smut

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bambolinawrites · 2 years

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Good pet

Pairings: Katsuki x gn!reader (reader is gender neutral but has a pussy. No mentions of boobs or gender though)

Theme: just porn lol

Warnings: possessiveness, smut, facefucking, oral(reader and m receiving), face slapping, spitting in mouth, biting, hickey mentions, m!masturbation, cum swallowing, use of pet names (baby, pet), praise (good baby, good pet, good), condescension, let me know if I missed anything

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Katsuki was ruthless. He loved the sounds you made when it was too much. Loved the way you cried as you came for the nth time. Love the feel of your little feet kicking at his back as his tongue assaulted your pretty little pussy.

“Kats! Ah! ‘S too much!” God, he loved the way you said his name. Like he was the only thing you needed.

He sucked your clit into his mouth and you screamed as you came again. Sobs and moans wracking your body as your back lifted off the bed. You fisted your hands in his hair, tugging as hard as you could till he groaned.

Katsuki turned his head to the side, giving your poor cunny a much needed rest as he kissed the fat of your thighs. His tongue - that sinfully skilled tongue - traced patterns on your flesh making you shiver as you struggled to catch your breath again.

“Fuck!” You yelped as he bit down - hard. Katsuki chuckled as he licked over the bite mark to soothe the sting. He pulled back to look you over. Your naked body dripping with sweat, spit and your own slick, chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. The bite marks and hickeys littering your thighs, neck and chest. Your pretty mouth open and drooling, eyes closed in bliss and exhaustion. He could look at you like this forever.

If there was one thing Katsuki loved more than making a mess out of you, it was that he was the only one who got to see you like this. You were his, all his and he was never going to let you go.

“Fuck, so pretty, baby.” He groaned, running a hand through his blonde hair as he took in every inch of you. You whined and opened your teary eyes to look at him.

“Please, Katsuki. I’ll be good.” Your words were whimpers that had his already hard cock twitching. He crawled up your body so his arms were on either side of your head. You could smell the combined scent of him and you and it made your head swim. You needed him, you didn’t think you could go another second without him.

“Aw, baby. You need me? You need my cock? Hm, of course you do, little slut.” His tone was sweet but his words were patronising in a way that had you dripping all over yourself. Katsuki could be mean and he could also be sweet, your favourite was when he was a bit of both.

“Yeah, need you. Please, Kats.” You sobbed gripping onto his strong shoulders for support. He pouted at you in mock sympathy as he wiped away your tears with one hand.

“Oh, you poor baby. You need me that bad, huh? Willing to beg for it?” Katsuki pulled away from you, leaving you cold and wanting. He stood up from the bed and took another quick second to admire you. You were art.

His hand travelled down his abdomen to the patch of hair at the base of his pelvis. He left it there for a second, fingers tracing absentminded patterns. You felt exposed, on display and in a way, you were. You knew better than to try and cover yourself up though.

“Kats.” You whined growing impatient. He raised his eyebrows in warning but didn’t say anything. He waited until he was sure you were going to behave and then clicked his fingers and pointed at his feet. You knew what he wanted and quickly scrambled off the bed and fell to your knees in front of him.

Your knees stung from the forceful impact but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as your hands went to his thick thighs. Before you could do anything, he was slapping your hands away with a little more force than was necessary.

“Did I say you could touch yet?” Katsuki demanded, cold eyes glaring down at you as he waited for an answer. You shook your head, not sure if you were allowed to speak or not.

“Open your mouth.” Katsuki instructed and you immedietly did as you were told, letting your tongue fall out of your mouth. He hummed in approval and leaned over you before spitting in your mouth and closing it with his hand under your jaw.

“Swallow.”

You did, opening your mouth afterwards to show him.

“Good slut.” You wiggled happily, cunt soaked and dripping onto the hard wooden floor. You needed him. You needed to touch him, taste him, feel him, anything. You just needed him.

Katsuki was growing impatient too but he didn’t let it show more than the constant ticking of his jaw and the leaking of his cock. He threaded his fingers softly through you hair and you leaned into his touch, letting your eyes flutter closed as he began to stroke your hair.

You gasped and opened your eyes as he pulled you back to the present with a slap to your cheek. Your glossy eyes welled up imedietly but you tried to stay quiet, wanting desperately to be good for him.

“Open. Now.” Katsuki’s voice was harsh and demanding and you did as you were told without a second though. Anxiety and excitement pooled in your stomach. You knew what came next and you loved it.

“Spit.” Katsuki demanded as he gripped his hard cock. You leaned forwards and spat directly onto his dick, watching as it began to drip off before he started fucking his fist. You opened your mouth wide again without him needing to tell you and he patted your head in praise.

“Ready, pet?” He asked and you nodded eagerly. He chuckled at your neediness though he was feeling just as needy. “Pat my thigh if you want to stop.” You nodded at his instruction but he shook his head. “Say it out loud so I know you understand.”

“If I want to stop, I pat your thigh.” You confirmed, patting his thigh once to demonstrate.

“Good.” He nodded and began fisting his cock again. You opened your mouth back up again and rubbed your thighs together for a small ammount of friction.

Katsuki tapped his cock head against your bottom lip, smearing pre all over. You wanted to lick it up, just for a small taste but you knew you werent allowed just yet. So you waited, like a good pet for him.

Katsuki slowly, painfully slowly, began to slide his dick past your plump lips. He groaned as it finally hit your tongue.

You wrapped your lips properly around his shaft and began to bob your head up and down. Katsuki was always loud during sex and you loved it. The deep groans and lustful moans made your body tingle in ways you didn’t understand.

“Faster” Katsuki demanded and you obliged, hollowing your cheeks as you did. Katsuki let out a particularly loud moan of approval and your face flushed with pride.

His hand was back in your hair, moving you faster and faster until he was more in control that you were. You placed your hands on his thighs and let him take over completely. His cock slipped down your throat and you gagged but Katsuki kept going until the room was filled with the lewd sounds of skin slapping and wet squelches.

Your nose was pushed against his pelvis as he fucked your face, the thick curls tickling your nose as you tried to breathe. It was getting harder the faster he went and your vision started to blur as your chest tightened. Your eyes were watering as Katsuki moaned above you, calling your name and telling you what a good pet you were. His good pet.

You could tell he was close from the sounds he was making and his grip tightening so you closed your eyes and tried to breathe as well as you could. Katsuki thrust one more time and then held you to his pelvis as he came in hot, thick spurts down the back of your throat. He came with a grunt of your name and you felt pride even though all the blood was rushing in your ears.

Katsuki pulled you off of him and let you cough and splutter as you tried to fill your lungs with air as best you could. You were naked on your hands and knees, covered in sweat, cum and spit and Katsuki thought you were the most beautiful thing in the world. He couldn’t help but be in awe of you.

“You did so good, baby. So good.” Katsuki said as he knelt down next to you. He pulled you into his lap and pressed gentle kisses on your forehead.

“Such a good baby.” He whispered into your hair. “I love you”

You smiled against his bare chest and let your tired eyes drift shut. “Love you too, Kats.” You whispered.

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bambolinawrites · 2 years

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Just in case…

Pairings: stu macher x reader

Theme: Stu gets nervous before his party and comes to see you in case anything goes wrong.

Warnings: DARK FIC!, mentions of murder, mentions of gore (the Casey Becker murder), mentions of death, major character death, fluff, love confessions, kissing, cheating, let me know if I missed anything!

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You were laying in bed, book in hand, trying to process the day. Casey Becker and Steve Orth had been murdered the night before, and if you were being honest, that scared you. From what everyone had said at school and what you had heard on the news, it had been a pretty violent death too. You didn't understand who could ever do something like that and why? What could have possibly possessed someone to do that? It wasn't right.

You tried to push the thoughts away and focus on the book in your hands but you couldn't shake the fear swirling in your belly. You were home alone and that just made it worse. You usually craved the nights your parents would go away and leave you alone, but tonight you wished there was someone else here with you.

Stu was having a party tonight, and he pointedly didn't invite you which just made you feel worse. In fact, he went out of his way to uninvite you and tell you not to come. You weren't sure why he didn't want you there or what you had done to upset him, but you pretended you didn't care, laughing it off like it was no big deal. You hated parties anyway.

A tapping on your bedroom window pulls you away from your thoughts and the neglected book in your hands. There was silence for a second as panic mounted in your gut and then you saw another flash against the window. Someone was throwing something at your window. The only person who ever did that was Stu. You hoped.

Shakily, you padded across the floor to the window and peaked out into the night. It was hard to make out anything much but when you saw another flash against the glass, you knew it was Stu. This flash was green. He was throwing Skittles again. When you had asked him why, he said they were more fun than pebbles.

You sigh and slide the cool glass up the frame and peer out just as a red Skittle goes flying past your head into your bedroom.

"Fuck!" Stu curses. "Sorry!" He stands on the pavement outside, a sheepish look on his face. He's hunched in on himself, almost like he's cold.

"Can I come in?" He calls, his voice sounds strange and yet it still comforts you just like it always has. You shut the window and run down to let him in, trudging back up the stairs before he even gets in the door and refusing to look at him. Just because you hadn't planned on going to that party, doesn't mean it doesn't suck that he didn't want you there.

Your bedroom is cold when you return and it feels smaller with Stu leaning against the doorframe behind you.

"Y/N." Stu starts and you turn around to look at him. He looks conflicted and small somehow, even considering his tall frame. Something is definitely bothering him and you want to ask what it is. You don't though, something tells you that you don't want to know.

"Why wasn't I invited to your party?" You ask instead, you decide you can ask him about it tomorrow. Stu looks surprised by your question, it probably hadn't occurred to him that it would bother you. Part of you thinks that's sweet.

"You don't want to come. Trust me." Something dark laces his words but you brush it off, choosing instead to let his words irritate you. You cross your arms over your chest and glare at him.

"How do you know? I might have wanted to." Stu smiles slightly but his eyes still won't meet yours, he keeps them trained on his shoes.

"It sucks. You would hate it." He murmurs and you scoff.

"So, that's why you're here then, your party sucked so you thought you'd come and annoy me. How did you know I wouldn't have plans? I could have gone out tonight despite the curfew." You almost yell. Stu is one of your best friends and there is defiantly something more there, but he always treated you like a second choice. A backup plan. He was always off with Tatum - his actual girlfriend, or Billy Loomis. The only times he ever had time for you was when no one else was around. You were sick of being a secret.

Stu sighs at your outburst and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I'm glad you were home." He whispers. It's quiet, you almost miss it but it changes something. All the anger and hurt you had been holding onto vanishes and you finally take a proper look at the blonde boy in front of you.

The usual loud, goofy idiot is quiet and he looks like he might break any second. He's standing as close to the doorframe as he can, like he needs to it to hold himself up. His eyes are on anything but you and even from here you can see his breathing is uneven.

Stu? What's wrong?" Taking steps towards him, you reach your hand out and touch his shoulder. He flinches slightly before leaning into your touch. "Stu, look at me." You keep your voice low and soft, like you're talking to a frightened animal. Shaking his head a few times he turns his head slowly to you. His blue eyes are scared and sad and something else that breaks your heart. Now that he's finally looking at you, his resolve starts to crumble. You were always the one thing that could break down his defenses. You were the one person he never had to pretend with. You were his safe place.

"I'm scared, Y/N." His voice breaks and then he's crying, almost hysterically. Deep, laboured breathes and attempts to stop. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a hug as fast as you can, wanting to make him feel even a little better as soon as you can.

His arms wrap around you instantly, his face buried in your neck as he sobs. He's shaking and digging his nails into your back but you don't care. You have no idea what it is that could have him this upset. Stu has always been sensitive and he'll cry at any sad movie the two of you watch, but even you've never seen him like this.

"It's okay, Stu. It's okay." You whisper as you press a kiss to his temple. He doesn't tell you, but this is all he needed. All he ever needed.

He does whisper something into the crook of your neck though. You don't catch what it is until he pulls himself away from you to look into your eyes. He swears your eyes are the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. His own eyes are still red and filled with tears.

"I love you." He whispers and you gasp softly. If he had told you this any when else, you would have called bullshit and told him there were easier ways for him to get laid than fucking with your emotions. But the look in his eyes and the way he holds onto you like a lifeline, you can't believe it's a lie. You also can't lie to him.

"I love you, too."

His lips are on you before the words are even fully out of your mouth. A passionate, heated kiss filled with unspoken words and over a year of holding yourselves back. Your hands grip in his hair and his knead at your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. You cling to each other like you don't need anything in the world as much as you need this, like he's the oxygen you've been craving, like you're the rain after the longest drought.

The two of you move backwards and fall down onto the bed, never letting go of each other. He's on top of you now and his lips are traveling to your neck to leave open-mouthed kisses and whispers of 'I love you' over and over again. You whisper it back every time. Even if you don't know why he's falling apart, you know that's what he needs to hear to keep him together.

Just as his lips are back on yours, softer and slower now but still as passionate as before, you hear a ringing. Stu pulls back and curses as he pulls a cellular telephone from his back pocket. He looks defeated and scared again.

He doesn't answer the phone, just switches it off and slips it in his back pocket with a sigh. You don't know why, but you know he's about to leave. Maybe it was Tatum. She is his girlfriend after all. The reminder pangs in your chest.

Stu's blue eyes meet yours and you can't find it in you to ask about Tatum or push him away like you should when he kisses you again. Softly and sadly. A kiss full of 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you' and something that feels like goodbye.

He pulls back to rest his forehead against yours and just breathe in your familiar, comforting scent for a moment longer.

"I love you." He whispers before getting up and leaving the room. He doesn't look

When the phone rings in the middle of the night and your friend Randy recalls the events of Stu's party, you collapse onto the floor as everything clicks into place in ways you really wish it wouldn't. It felt like goodbye, because it was.

Stu Macher was dead and you were always going to think about the fact that you saw him last. You could have stopped him, if you had just asked him one more time if he was okay. Just one more time and he might have told you what was happening. One more time and he might still be here.

At least now you knew why you weren't invited to his party.

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