#i dont care how 'this course is fast!' if you cared about your students you would help them

[luvyunjinxo]

merry christmas, nerd. g!pyunjin x fem!reader

~ a/n note: HI GUYSS its been so long since I wrote a fic and as a Christmas present to you guys I came up with this ‼️

CW: not proofread, bully yunjin, blackmailing, humiliation, spanking, lmk if I missed ,, cuz I probably missed a lot:(

December 20th, 2023

UGH. how much you hated huh yunjin. the "it" girl of the school.

you hated her with all your life and she was your enemy ever since you transferred schools. the school was a rich neat looking school, but yet not enough to your liking. neither were the students. you thought everyone was just a snobby rich kid so either way, you avoided everyone. you only had one best friend.

kim chaewon ☺️.

she was the sweetest and purest girl. yes friends with everyone, but you both were THE duo. you weren't the most popular in school but you had hidden beauty. chaewon acknowledged that and immediately came your friend.

anyways, it was around the holidays and yes I guess you could say you and chaewon were a thing. it wasn't serious but yet you two were not friends but not lovers. it was more of a situation ship and you both dont know how you ended up like this.

only ONE person knows about you two.

small hints,, they push you around in the halls & pours water on your head

call you a "whore" even if you haven't lost your virginity and even make you do her homework half of the time.

how did this all happen & how did she find out? it happened when one day you and chaewon were making out in the bathroom out in the open like nobody would even enter. yes you guys were still in a situation at the time but who cares????

huh yunjin walked in, in pure shock. before speaking she snapped a few pictures and shouted.

"YAH I KNEW IT." and you two would have to obey yunjin and do whatever she says, because you know damn well shes using that for blackmail. that just made her want to bully you more.

fast forwarding to present day,, December 23rd, 2023. the tormenting, the bullying and the humiliation you kept up with. you were a strong girl and was not gonna give up easily. tonight was the night of the christmas party for seniors. of course yunjin is gonna be there.

you showed up in your red dress with a bow in front and bow ties in your hair giving 🎀. you looked stunning. you got picked up by chaewon and left the house asap.

I thought everyone were joking about about the amount of people coming to the party, BUT OMG they were wrong. it was way more than the amount they expected and the place was packed.

colorful lights beaming from upstairs toward the crowd, the loud speakers draining all the sounds out, and just everyone having a good time in general. you were usually scared by these things but tonight was your own time to shine.

you purposely started to dance next to yunjin and her friends,, whyd you do this? to prove her wrong. to prove you are strong and shes not all that.

grinding up against chaewon, teasing her, and for some reason yunjin was watching all that. it was what you expected but why is she staring at you with lust? she was dancing as well but started to get lost into you and chaewon.

she walked over to you two and cleared her throat. now all the attention was on her, you, and chaewon. her friends were watching and there seemed to be a small little crowd.

"wtf are you guys even doing you look like dumbasses". she lied. she just wants to get a reaction out of you.

"shut the fuck up and mind your own business. if you dont like what me and chaewon are doing then move else where because honestly im so fucking fed up with your bullshit!." you exclaimed.

and that was the first time you stood up for yourself. never did you ever dare to talk back to her. she was in shock too. you were never like this and that made her mad as fuck.

she was frozen. so was chaewon and everyone else in the crowd.

"shut up, come with me." she finally spoke.

"no ew im not going anywhere with you."

"y/n." she said in a stern voice. in her head she was wondering why were you acting like a brat. she was fed up and angry she did not want to lose it in front of the crowd. that would ruin her whole popularity status in general.

she suddenly walked closer to your ear and whispered

"stop acting like a fucking brat,, come with me or ill show the whole school what you and chaewon were doing in the bathroom." she backed away leaving your neck all tingly from her hot breath on your neck. you simply just nodded with tears in your eyes threatening to fall any second now.

she took your wrist forcefully and dragged you out to the nearest room immediately. chaewon stood there and couldn't do anything because yes, she did not forget about the blackmail and was too scared to go. she wished the best for you and tried not to worry so she danced with her other friends. the crowd completely forgot about the two of you and started partying hard again.

"s-shit yunjin! whats your problem!" she locked the door and practically pushed/threw you onto the bed. she was more mad than ever it felt like you should actually stay quiet.

"get on all fours, dont make me repeat myself and just do it."

"no fuck you."

"why are you being so fucking stubborn y/n!" she shouted and forced you on all fours herself.

"it wasn't that hard and this would go more easy for you if you just listened." she flipped up that thin dress of yours and started to drag her fingers along your hole and cunt. "how would chaewon feel about this hm?~ seeing her current situationship about to get fucked by another girl."

you whined by her words and earned one smack to your ass. she tied your hands up with her belt.

"f-fuck you!" you managed to gasp out.

"you wont be saying that once im done with you. your gonna learn to be put in your fucking place y/n."

you earned ten hits to your ass and your already practically begging. for mercy, and for her to stop. she slid two of her fingers in for one second so you could feel what was coming for you. "please .. hngg~ i want m-more." well you werent saying that a minute ago weren't you? ugh how bad yunjin was turned on by the sight of seeing you this fucked out already. you guys haven't even started and your hair is messed up and tears rolling down your eyes.

"arent you ashamed or embarrassed? your bully is fucking you and your begging for her? suddenly you wanna be touched by me yeah?"

she flipped you over aggressively and started to bite on your earlobe whispering dirty little nothings into your ear. "be a good girl for me tonight and maybe ill let you come." the feeling of her breath fanning your neck again, ugh. leaving trails of kisses along your neck and leaving a few marks,, kinda everywhere. fondling with your breasts as she just kisses every little spot.

she started to eat you out. kitten licks on your clit, teasing it in anyway she could and looked at you while doing it. "eyes on me, dont close your eyes." she continued to circle your bundle of nerves with her tongue as two fingers slid into your wet cunt. "y-yunjin! I c-cant .. ughh.. take i-it" you were a virgin. but you knew about all of this because you read fics by yourself at night and watched explicit things when you felt like it. you were a dirty ass girl and you knew it.

"this is a better side of you isn't it? such an obedient girl,, not being all up on chaewon."

"hngg ..!" all you could groan out. you threw your head back in pleasure and tried to cover your mouth but yunjin didn't tolerate it. it felt like you were being overstimulated. the pleasure going all to your clit felt like so much you started to cry again.

"I c-cant hold it in yunjin."

"you can and you will." she says speeding up her fingers as you threw a pillow on your face and screamed. "fuck I really cant take this!" .

it was all too much for you. her pinching your sensitive tits while finger fucking her. she pulled her fingers out and you whined louder than you ever did before cuz of the loss of pleasure. "relax slut you'll get what you want."

she told you to close your eyes so you couldn't see a single thing and you obeyed. you really didn't open your eyes because you cared for the surprise. you just heard unzipping .. and clothing being tossed around. you felt a tip going into you and .. oh my gosh was this her?

she pushed further in and you waited for it to stop but she put her whole into you. fuck she was so deep into you. "you can open your eyes now." oh what a sight. yunjin was fully undressed with her hair up into a ponytail and her thick ass cock inserted into you.

she slowly started to move and you were already whining. "nggh .. faster yunjin~"

she started to trust into you more aggressively as if she wanted it and was desperate asf. beast mode yunjin?! ..

she gave it all and put all her energy in you.

"y/n what if chaewon saw you like this for me .. mmh .. right now? disappointed r-right?"

"your such a fucking obedient for me and only I can make you feel like this."

she smacked your inner thigh as you both were almost there. she was hitting the right spots that got you weak in the knees literally it was impossible to stop making sounds now.

"chaewon cant make you feel like this cant she? she can never be me."

you cried out to her "g-gonna come!~" and thats what you did without no hesitation or no permission, she was okay with it though. your fluids dripping out of your wet cunt and she was still needing to come,, leaving you to be overstimulated.

"fuck y/n! y-your fucking mine remember that. ugh .. im almost there." she threw her head back and came in you.

you both smiled at each other for once and you were so worn out you couldn't even move,, if you even tried to get up you would collapse.

"merry christmas, nerd." she put on her clothes and left. leaving you soaked in your own mess. you hated her so much ugh. you finally checked your phone and read,,

*63 missed calls from chaewon<3*

from that day on you were yunjins. she made you stay away from chaewon at all times.

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A/N: this was not proofread AND IM SORRY IF THIS CRINGED YOU OUT OR THIS WAS JUST NOT IT. im really hungry please spare me bro 😓✊.

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[mintys-playarea]

RUGGIE B. W A DUNCE! PLAYING! LOVER!

You had no idea how you were able to get a man such as him to fall in love with you. He was clever, sweet, a great cook, and an absolute cutie... Ruggie was yours and you were his!

You had many flaws. You weren't very smart, you had tendencies to mess with people... The list could go on. Yet he still loved you.

It was a cool, autumn day. Warm colored leaves fell from trees, leaving the courtyard a blend of reds, browns and oranges. There were plenty students walking and talking happily along with one another, the smell of pumpkin spice wafting in the air. Though you were relatively uninterested before... A particular student has caught your eyes. It was none other than the Azul Ashengrotto walking around, promoting his most recent sale for the Mostro Lounge... This was the perfect opportunity.

The leaves crunched beneath your shoes as you tapped his leg, your icy cold hands sneaking up his pant leg and touching his warm calf. He shivered with a loud yelp, immediately turning around to find no one there. You were hiding behind a nearby tree. You weren't hidden well of course, but Azul couldn't see you. He shook his head, sighing and brushing it off as the wind. As he continued to promote the sale, you snuck up on him again. You tapped his leg the same way as before, except... You weren't fast enough this time. He kicked you and hoisted you up with stern eyes.

"Do you understand how disrespectful you are?!" Azul screeched. He clearly disliked getting his legs touched like that.

You sputtered trying to come up with an excuse, panicking as you see the Leech twins starting to come into view. You squirmed as Azul held still and started walking.

"Excuse me boys, but may you help hand out flyers for me as i return this rascal to their owner? They were very disrupting to me, we wouldn't want that happening with to another," Azul had a slight pout as he continued walking. He muttered something to himself quietly before going into the Savannaclaw mirror.

Leona sighed as he saw Azul waltz up to him. "And how am i responsible for the herbivore??" He said with a tired look.

"Well, aren't they always over here? I'd assume it's because they have something with you?" Azul responded, almost annoyed with the fact he had to speak with Leona.

"No... You'd have to find Ruggie. He's— Right here," Leona groaned before returning to his room.

"Oh, hey there Az! Whatcha doin' here? And why do ya got lovebug there?" Ruggie commented on you being carried by Azul like a critter he finds dirty.

"I found.. er.. Lovebug messing with me during my promotion for the new Mostro Lounge sale... So you're the one taking care of.. this thing?"

"Aye, they're person, you know! Not just a 'thing.' But yes, i am in charge of taking care of Lovebug."

"I'll just hand them over already... You should really keep a watch on them. They're probably going to cause a big problem if you dont." Azul shook his head before leaving Savannaclaw finally.

"So... Lovebug, what was that about?"

You pulled out a to-go box of fresh food. Food you stole from Azul. A goofy smile spread across your face.

"Ahh... I see! I've trained you well... You deserve a treat for that!" Ruggie smiled along with you, bringing you into the kitchen.

"I know ya may not be tha brightest sometimes, but you're a sneaky lil' thang fo'sho! Here, ya wanna help bake some cookies to go with that meal?"

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

TAGS!!: @cheezy-moon

A little note on how the tagging system works:

If I know you like a character and I end up writing for it, I'll tag you in it (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Also, I have no clue what to put for name replacements so... I'll just do pet names! :D also I wanted to keep this in second person, but I kept it gn when I had to use the pronouns (*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀*⁠)

I also forgot how the mirrors work (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) and I gave ruggie a special way of talking! I like writing him speak like that :3

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[claw404]

F i l t h .

✤ pairing: Monk!Ramattra x Pupil!Reader

✤ words: 2307

✤ content warnings : nsfw, afab!reader, some plot mainly porn, degradation, sexual assault, noncon, teacher/student dynamic, power imbalance, abuse of power, dark themes, dead dove, bullying, threats, semi public sex, this is fucked up read at your own risk

✤ summary: You're the only human pupil at the monastery and per master Mondattas request Ramattra took you under his wing to provide you with his special care.

[ A/N ] : Ive had this fic in the works for over a year but i kept forgetting about it, then i kinda stopped writing then got back to it etc etc. I dont know how this started or what demons possessed me to write this... also this was meant to be longer but i kinda lost the plot and motivation.

Ramattra will use the little authoritarian power he has earned from Mondatta to take you on private lessons, nagging to his superior how 'you're not keeping up with the other students' and 'need more special attention', this is just an excuse for him to give you his special care of course.

In private he would tell you how its all because of you being a measly little human, that's why you're too weak and too slow compared to the other students. He doesn't try and hide his disgust with you whatsoever and talks down to you often when Mondatta isn't near but he is also somewhat intrigued by you. There is something in you that gravitates him towards you. Is it your pointless motivation to keep going despite the numerous obstacles? Who knows.

This fills you with shame and confusion, seeing how little faith your own teacher has in you yet how much time and effort he is willing to dedicate to your improvement. You yourself grew quite fond of Ramattra, after spending so much time with him alone you could tell that he cared about you too even though he didn't want to admit it, or at least that's what you kept telling yourself. He became the closest thing to a guardian in your eyes. You could tell that the feelings were not mutual. You admired and appreciated him with great gratitude and respect like no other and were determined to prove yourself to him, to finally make him proud.

But you couldn't help but feel guilty as his words soon began taking their effect you, making you feel gross in your own skin. His theoretical mouth continued to spit venom at you but worry not. Ramattra was still willing to show you the path to enlightenment, be that through his own questionable methods.

During lessons he would give you a hard time, simply to see you struggle. You often came back with bruises from the rough handling and sore muscles from being denied any break during practice.

"It is for your own good" he would argue.

During self defense lessons Ramattra would give you his best, pinning you down to the ground just as fast as you two started, only giving you a moment to take position before bringing you down again and again. His weight laid heavy on your smaller form as your back pressed into the cold stone beneath, nothing between you other than your thin linen robe. You attempted to push him off but he only pressed his chest further into you, making it hard to breathe. The omnic enjoyed seeing you like this, all disheveled and struggling, panting even, underneath him. And he was the sole reason for your current state. He couldn't help himself but dominating you like this, it excited him.

There was a sudden tension when he looked into your glossy eyes as you looked back at him still breathing heavy, the twinkling stars above creating a dream-like atmosphere. You looked so weak, so vulnerable, so worn out. It would be so easy, to take you like this, right here, right now. Ramattra kept denying his feelings towards you for a while now. That's why he was so hard on you all this time, taking out his inner frustrations on your innocent being. He was confused seeing as you are nothing but a filthy human coming into his place of peace, unwelcome, unwanted.

But right now your body was practically begging for it, he thought. It was late and the other omnics have retreated to their respective rooms long ago. There would be no one to help you, no one who would hear your cries.

In the midst of you still trying to get Ramattra of off you he sharply bucked his hips into you to test the waters, no longer caring how inappropriate this might be before he slowly began grinding himself onto your hip with painstakingly slow and methodical movements. He noticed your reaction when you stiffened underneath him, your body going into panic mode, how cute. It made him chuckle. He rubbed harder into you now, greedy for that delicious friction your body was providing him. You could very clearly feel the outline of him rub against your thigh now, he was hard.

Your mind had little time to register what was happening, he was moving fast.

" What are you doing, master!-" Your croaky plea went ignored as Ramattra clasped his much larger metallic hand onto your mouth, silencing you in the the process.

You wailed and cried into his cold hand. The omnic tilted his head at you with a looming glare. "Be quiet or i'll tell the whole place about how you tried to seduce your own master into fucking you, and at the holy monastery out of all places. Would you like that? Hm? Would you want Master Mondatta to find out what an ungrateful, filthy little whore you are? After all that he has done for you?" Ramattra barked out in between his own pants as he kept grinding into your flesh.

His words were said with so much disdain towards you... you couldn't believe it. All hope shattered within you at that moment and you couldn't do anything as your own master abused and tortured your body to his liking. You felt disgusted with yourself, so weak and pathetic.

Ramattra drooped his head into the crane of your neck, inhaling the scent of your fear "Now, be good and be quiet" he murmured into your ear sending tingles down your spine. "And maybe, just maybe, I will consider making this a good experience... for the both of us."

He swiftly brought both your legs around him. You went limp at this point, no longer trying to deny the omnics advances. Ramattra rested his arms on his elbows on each side of your head, caging you in. With this new position he began rubbing himself against your clothed clit, the thin linen not proving to be too much of a hindrance. Your body was shaking with terror as he sent pulses of pleasure through your nerves. You tried denying how good this felt, you didn't want to give him any more satisfaction out of this than he was already having but your own body betrayed you as small whimpers and moans escaped your mouth.

This shouldn't be happening, not with your own teacher, your master, not at the monastery. What if somebody walked by and saw you. What if Mondatta walked in on you and saw this hellish scene. What would he think of this. Your mind presented you with hundreds of different scenarios, all of them ending badly for you. This feels wrong. This is wrong. Maybe if you just endured this long enough and let Ramattra have his way with you, maybe then he would leave you. You turned your face away from him in shame.

But Ramattra wasn't having any of it, he wanted to savour your pain. He roughly grabbed you by the jaw and turned your face towards his. "Don't even think about it, let me see those teary eyes" you forced your eyes shut.

Ramattra wasn't about to wait for you to get comfortable, no, he had other plans for you. Your eyes opened in surprise when he roughly grabbed one of your breasts through your robe. He circled your hardened nipple with his steel thumb, earning a moan from you and a buck of the hips against his cock. Ramattra inhaled a sharp breath at your movement, clearly satisfied.

"Oh that's it, finally "

Growing impatient the omnic began hastily undoing your robe, revealing your naked body underneath it. You tried covering yourself from his glare but he grabbed you by the wrists to the point it hurt and shoved your arms aside. "Don't." So you had to lay there, while the omnic above you started undoing his own robe as well as your chest felt the cold breeze of the night.

For a split second you were determined to make an escape, a last attempt at instinctual survival from your body. You tried crawling, your hands and feet pushing away from your oppressor but he swiftly grabbed you by the hips, metallic tips digging into your flesh as he yanked you back with minimal effort all in only a second. Rammatra slammed your hips against his, resting his erect length on your lower stomach. With eyes wide from the harsh impact you quickly glanced at it, the size of the thing filling your gut with worry. "Stop struggling! Or do you want to get me even more excited?" he mused to himself.

The larger omnic grabbed your thigh and lifted it higher, spreading you further as he prepared himself. A breath you didn't know you were holding escaped you as he began rubbing his tip up and down your slit. You were wet.

Ramattra slowly slid only his tip with little resistance before pulling out again with a pop as you already tried clenching around him. He did so one, two, three more times, teasing, testing you. Before long your mouth let out a pleading mewl, you couldn't take this any longer. Your body betrayed you despite your helpless predicament, you were disgusted with yourself at that moment but you- no your body, needed him. Desperate for more of your master you tried sinking your hips further onto his length before he pulled out again. "Patience, Has our training taught you nothing?" the omnic asked rhetorically as he chuckled lowly.

Without warning he slid fully into you, the sudden stretch putting your already panicked body in more shock. Grabbing your legs and shoving them over his shoulders he began pumping into you at a brutal pace, letting out all those frustrations he has been bottling up all this time. His large hands holding on by your shoulders. You both began panting and grunting .

"I will break you, make you a perfect mold of me, my little toy, i will use all of you til there's nothing left" Ramattra said inbetween shallow pants as he drank in your disheveled state. A soft and mindless "uh-huh" was all you managed to reply.

You could barely keep your eyes open, mouth agape and drooling, chest rising and falling while your body tried to keep up with his robotic one. It was cute he thought, so cute how you always tried to keep up with him while being so obviously outmatched, but even still you persisted. Like a helpless little lamb caught by the starved wolf. He softened for a moment at the thought, almost feeling bad.

Letting your legs fall, his much larger frame curled over yours and his face plate found itself pressing into your cheek. His vicious pounding turned into precise drilling. You felt raw. One of his metallic limbs traced the flesh all the way down from your calf up to your chest til his hand found your breast, you whined.

"You've wanted this. I know you wanted this. Tell me you've wanted this! I have seen how you look at me with those eyes. I know you've been dreaming of this, anytime i tried teaching you some damn discipline, this is all that crossed your mind wasn't it?" he said in a raspy whisper.

What!? Never! You never had such filthy ideas, not even for a moment! You couldn't believe the accusations you were hearing. What was he... How long has he been hoarding these delusions?!

No longer feeling pity for yourself you were overcome by anger. How could he, after all the progress you've made. After all the willingness to improve. After giving your best each time, all master thought about was you wanting to use him? You felt your honor diminish as the curtain of the past fell, revealing the ugly truth that was there all along. With all this newfound energy you decided to fight, one last time.

Snapping from your recalls of the past you began to thrash around, almost startling the large omnic who has gotten so used to your pathetic compliance. You managed to slide your left hand out of his grip, now pushing and hitting your oppressor with it but your attempts left little impact as he simply continued his assault on your body.

In the midst of your wrangling, as you tried forcefully shoving his face away from yours you managed to accidentally slip his faceplate off. It fell to the ground with a sharp, echoing clatter.

. . .

There was silence.

. . .

Nothing but the whistle of the crisp wind, and silence.

. . .

Ramattras head twisted slowly back in your direction. Looking into his pretend eyes you felt terror as they bore into yours. A shockingly cold current ran through your spine as your eyes darted around studying Ramattras real face. In that split second you studied his sockets, all his dents and ridges seeing them so exposed and so close. You have never seen him like this. His true image terrified you. Ramattra never showed himself without it to anyone. You felt as if you just witnessed him at his most vulnerable state, a sight you should never have had the privilege to see.

He froze realizing what you've done. You glanced at him, then at his faceplate and then back at him again. Still not moving he went quiet.

As if something snapped inside of him, as if he came back to his senses, within the blink of an eye he unlatched himself off of you. Standing up he fixed himself and walked off picking up his faceplate. Still feeling the danger of the situation you simply watched him put it back on with a soft and satisfying 'click'. He stood there.

". . . nothing but filth." Ramattra weakly scoffed to himself with his back facing you as he walked away.

#GOD IM FINALLY DONE WITH THIS FUCKASS FIC IM FINALLY FREEEEEEEEEE SWEET FREEDOM #nsft #dd:dne #heavy content warnings #ramattra #overwatch #fanfic #fanfiction #ramattra x reader #overwatch x reader #x reader #robot x reader

[rocketrhap3000]

off limits ~

part iv. 

summary: after spending one of your last days on vacation with the family, pedro surprises you yet again, but elvira picks up on the little things.

warnings: swearing, smut (protected p in v), fast paced romance, confessions, forbidden/age gap relationship (reader is mid 20s, pedro is his current age - if this bothers you PLEASE DONT INTERACT!!)

a/n: yay last part! thanks to everyone who’s followed along with my first pedro series :)

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As the final week of vacation closes in, you and Pedro have become more and more risky with your interactions. Despite both of you knowing you should keep things on the down low, that’s not exactly what you’ve been doing. There have been multiple instances of the two of you sneaking off together for just a moment alone. Nothing intimate ever came of these moments, but it was still nice to have them, even if you were risking it. Thankfully, Oscar and Elvira never seemed to notice. But if they had, they’ve never addressed either of you about it. 

A few days after the little picnic date Pedro set up for the two of you, Oscar and Elvira took you, the boys, and Pedro to some restaurant on the beach for lunch. Afterwards, the six of you walked along the strip of little shops with enormous prices. 

Of course, the prices weren’t out of reach for the high-grossing celebrities you were accompanying, but everything you looked at stared back at you and mocked your lack of wealth due to your status as a student still in debt. 

Store after store, boutique after boutique, small business after small business… and you can’t find anything that you like and, or, can afford. You have to remind yourself: it is California, after all. But it still doesn’t make you any less frustrated that you’ll have nothing to remember this trip by.

But, knowing your need to save money outweighs your need for overpriced, fancy things, it’s easy to not buy anything. However, you do find things that catch your eye. And Elvira is no help at all, pointing out stunning pieces of jewelry or cute clothes that you wish you could get your hands on… if only they were hundreds of dollars cheaper.

“Ooh, (Y/n),” she calls you over, holding her younger son on her hip as she gestures to the case of jewelry with the hand that’s holding a few tiny shopping bags. “Look at this necklace.”

Pedro and Oscar are checking out the pieces of jewelry just a few feet away, although probably not as interested as you and Elvira are. With their older son’s hand in yours, you make your way over to where she’s standing. 

“That’s so pretty!” you comment once seeing the necklace she’s talking about. But below it is the matching bracelet, which catches your eye more. “Oh my god, look at the bracelet!”

Displayed in both the silver and gold set, it’s a thin, woven chain with a singular diamond charm fixed in the middle. It’s absolutely gorgeous, but the price is quite the opposite. But two hundred dollars for a simple bracelet? Definitely not in your budget. 

“That’s so lovely,” Elvira smiles at you, then shifts her son to her other hip. 

“Isn’t it? It’s so delicate and beautiful,” you murmur, almost able to picture the dainty chain around your wrist. 

“I love how simple and stunning it is,” Elvira comments. 

“Gosh, I love it. It’s absolutely perfect,” you hum.

“It really is,” Elvira agrees, nodding and smiling at you. “And it would look so good on you, darling.”

“Well, thank you. But, I know I can’t spend that much money,” you chuckle, backing away from the case as the little boy squeezes your hand and begins to talk to you. 

Pedro catches wind of your disappointment from across the small expanse of the store, and fights the urge to comfort you, although he knows it’s over something trivial. He sees Oscar wrap an arm around Elvira’s waist as he kisses her sweetly, and Pedro wishes he could do that with you. He wishes he could give you kisses or hold you in his arms whenever he wanted. He wishes he could tell the world how much he cares for you. 

But he knows he can’t. 

At least not yet.

“You see anything you want, Honey?” Oscar asks his wife, and she shakes her head and smiles back. 

“(Y/n), if you’re ready to go, we can keep walking down the strip? The store next door is super cute, too,” Elvira turns to you, with their older son still holding your hand.

“Sure! Let’s check it out,” you nod and smile, making your way over to the couple and letting the little boy run to his dad.

“Pedro, you coming?” Oscar calls, watching as Pedro stares down at the glass case you’d just been looking in as he lifts his son up into his arms.

“Huh?” Pedro’s head lifts, but when the question registers in his head, he gives his response. “Oh, yeah. I’ll meet you guys over there. Gotta use the bathroom,” he says, making his way backwards to where the restroom sign is.

“Alright,” Oscar replies, and the five of you leave the store and venture over to the next one.

Pedro is quick to meet up with you guys after a few minutes, and you casually hang around the entrance so he can find you easily. You’re both grateful that Oscar and Elvira are occupied with their sons deeper in the store, leaving you together at the front, hidden behind a display rack of designer jackets.

“I am so ready for this vacation to be over,” you sigh, falling into Pedro’s chest. 

“Me, too, Sweetie. We just have to get through tomorrow, and then we leave the next morning,” he hums, kissing the top of your head. You groan into him, letting all of your weight transfer onto his body, and he laughs as he holds you up, his arms slipped under yours and his hands splayed on your back. “Not a fan of shopping til you drop, ‘eh?”

“Not a fan at all,” you tell him, then place your chin on his chest so that you can look up at him. “Especially when everything we’re looking at is way out of my budget. I’m not a materialistic person but it’s just discouraging. That sounds stupid. I don’t know. I just hate student debt,” you shake your head.

“It’s not stupid, Sweetie. These stores are outrageous, and you shouldn’t feel bad for spending your money on something more worthwhile. A college degree is a far better investment than some designer purse,” he assures you. 

“Yeah, but in the end, who looked better? Kim Kardashian or Albert Einstein?” you huff, crossing your arms and play-pouting.

“You are so silly,” he chuckles quietly, placing his large hands around your cheeks to bring you in close to him, then pressing a kiss to your lips. “Can’t wait to have you to myself in just a few more days.”

“Well, speaking of school…” you frown. “You’ll have to share me with that in a few weeks, too.”

“Yeah, but you’re not the school’s nanny,” he whispers, shooting you a wink as Elvira comes into sight. 

Instinctually, you both push away from each other. But you’re too late, it seems; you hear her gasp as she comes into hearing distance.

“Oh… Am I interrupting something?” she teases, a knowing smirk gracing her stunning features.

And before you even get the chance to stutter out a nervous response of denial, Pedro is scoffing incredulously and walking over to Oscar. 

“Do you need me to help with the boys at all?” you offer, quickly changing the subject, squeezing your hands together nervously.

“They’re actually getting antsy from being out all afternoon. I was wondering if you could take them back to the house?”

“Absolutely!” you welcome the opportunity to get out of shopping.  

“Are you sure? I know you were eyeing some things. Do you want to go back to them?”

“No,” you shake your head. “No, they’re too expensive. I have this last year of school to budget for,” you tell her. 

“Well, remember to treat yourself every now and again,” she smiles at you sweetly, just as Oscar and Pedro come back to the entrance of the store, where you and Elvira are standing, and each man is holding a small boy on their hip. 

“C’mon, boys,” you smile at them, letting Oscar hand you their younger son, but Pedro doesn’t let down the older boy.

“I’ll go back with (Y/n). I’m tired of shopping,” Pedro tells Oscar flatly, and his friend isn’t at all taken aback by the blunt remark.

“I am, too,” Oscar shrugs, turning to look between his wife and his best friend.

“And I’ve already bought what I need,” Elvira chuckles. 

“So, we’re all heading home is what I’m hearing?” Pedro smiles, and when the child in his arms rests his little head on his spacious shoulder, he places a firm, protective hand over his back, rubbing ever so gently.

God, you wish you were that kid.

~~~

Later that evening, after the boys have gone to bed, you join Oscar, Elvira, and Pedro down on the back porch to watch the sunset for a little while, like you have almost every night since being here. But shortly after the four of you move inside due to the lack of a heat source, Pedro excuses himself for the night. 

You also bid your goodnights shortly after, partially expecting - well, hoping for - a text from Pedro inviting you over. But you know it’s too risky with the guest house in clear view from the windows on the side of the living room. So you retreat up to your room, nearly wallowing in sadness - and jealousy - that he cannot be with you right now. 

With a sulk in your step, you grab some clean sleep clothes from your dresser, then head to the bathroom to wash off the day.

Once you’re cleaned off and changed into your comfortable clothes, you check your phone again. 

Still no text from Pedro.

You decide to bite the bullet and initiate a conversation. But as soon as you pull up his thread to start typing, you see the little bubbles, meaning he’s also typing out a message. So you stop. But then he stops, too. 

It’s like a digital version of the “you first! no, you first!” situation. 

And you give up, closing the app and tossing your phone in frustration onto your bed. 

Watching as the device bounces safely on the cushion of the mattress, something catches your eye. At the head of your bed, just in front of the pillows, sits a small, sage green, velvet box.

“Huh?” you wonder aloud, staring at it from afar for just a moment before even deciding to tread over to it.

What could it be? And who or where is it from?

You step closer: close enough to see that it looks like a jewelry box. And when you pick it up, you recognize the small design on the top. It was one of the stores you visited today. 

Opening the box slowly, your heart starts to speed up. As soon as the chain is revealed to you, even through the mesh of the protective bag inside the box, you know exactly what it is.

It’s the bracelet. 

The one you fell in love with at one of the shops today. 

The two hundred dollar bracelet. Whoever got this for you must’ve been paying attention in the store today, and they must’ve been prepared to burn a hole in their wallet. 

You instantly feel guilty. Did you unknowingly pressure Oscar or Elvira into buying this for you? That was never your intention by stating you couldn’t afford it. But who could’ve splurged this much? And on you?

But when you lift the bagged bracelet out of the box, you find a note underneath.

“It’s pretty, but not nearly as beautiful as you.

- P ”

Your heart skips nearly ten beats.

You’ve never, ever, received such an elaborate gift from someone before.

And as if he were expecting you to open the gift at this very moment, your phone lights up with a text from Pedro, himself. 

You awake? 

Instead of responding to his text, you tap the call button at the top of your conversation. He picks up after one ring.

“You are awake,” he says, and you can practically hear his charming smile through the phone.

“Pedro, I–I… I don’t even know what to say, I…” you stammer. 

“What?” he asks, concern filling his voice. “Is something wrong, Cariño?”

“What’s wrong is the amount of money you’ve spent on me!” you exclaim quietly. 

“Huh?” he laughs through the line, then realizes what you mean. “Oh… you got the bracelet?”

“Yes, I got the bracelet,” you echo.

“It’s the right one?” he asks to clarify.

“Yes, it’s the right one,” you roll your eyes at his goofiness. “But why did you… I mean… Pedro, this was so expensive!”

“It wasn’t that expensive,” he tries to reason, because for him, it really wasn’t. 

“This bracelet was two hundred dollars, Pedro! I can’t accept this,” you shake your head, then fall silent for a moment. “I… I want you to return it.”

He swears he feels his old heart start to crack right then and there. 

Never has a woman rejected his gift, not that he casually goes around wooing women with pretty jewelry. But with one or two past serious relationships, they’ve gladly accepted a necklace or a pretty dress… things of that sort. That’s partially just his way of showing his affection for someone.

But with you, this is different. He thinks he’s done something wrong. Has he offended you? Is it too early for him to be buying you things? Is he creeping you out?

“Return it?” he repeats quietly, clearly needing clarification.

“Yes,” you state just as softly.

“Can I ask… Why?” he wonders worriedly.

“Pedro, I don’t deserve something this… expensive. This… valuable,” you explain, and through your reasoning, he understands what you mean. 

You’re not rejecting his gift. You’re not rejecting him at all. You’re almost rejecting your own self worth. And that makes his heart break even more.

“No. You deserve the world, Cariño,” he emphasizes to you. He wishes he could be holding and kissing you right now. “A simple bracelet is the least I can give to you,” he hums.

“Pedro–”

“No,” he chuckles, feeling slightly better about the situation, but still knowing he has to convince you that you are worth it. “Sweetie, if I have to come up to your room to put that bracelet on your pretty little hand myself, then I will. But we’re not returning it. That was the one thing that really caught your attention today, and I know how badly you wanted it, even if you won’t let yourself admit it. And you deserve a little something for all the hard work you’ve been doing.”

“God, Pedro…” you sigh, slipping the bracelet onto your wrist and admiring just how pretty it looks, sparkling under the faint moonlight peeking through your window. 

It really does look stunning.

“So… do you like it?” he asks with a quiet laugh. 

“I love it, Pedro. Thank you… so much,” you tell him, feeling a shake in your voice all of a sudden. 

You know it’s silly to get emotional over a piece of jewelry, but it’s more than that to you. Pedro was keeping an eye on you and noticed when you liked something. Then, he risked lying to his friends and bought it for you after seeing that you wouldn’t buy it for yourself. No one has ever done something that thoughtful for you before. 

“I’m glad,” he nods and smiles, then sighs before making his quiet confession. “I wish… I wish we could be together right now.”

“Me, too,” you whisper back, nibbling on your bottom lip as your cheeks fill with warmth at the sound of his soft voice. “I could… come over? If you wanted?”

“I do want you to. But after Elvira’s little catch today…” he trails off, leaving you to fill in the blank. That moment in the store today when she caught you two together scared you, too. 

“We should be more careful,” you nod in understanding.

“Yeah,” he sighs again. “M’sorry.”

“No, I get it,” you shake your head. “It’s okay, Pedro.”

“It’s not okay. But you’re being really great about this, Sweetie. I promise I’ll make it up to you when we get off this fucking trip. God, I never thought I’d look forward to a vacation ending,” he scoffs.

“It’s been nice, though. I mean, it’s not every day I get to spend every waking hour at the beach,” you giggle. 

“When we’re on our own, I’ll take you to the beach whenever you want, Cariño,” he chuckles in return. 

“I’ll hold you to that,” you smile, which then turns into a yawn, and Pedro hears it. 

“Well, you get some sleep, and I’ll see you in the morning, alright?”

“Alright,” you agree. 

“Hey, actually… Well, I know it’ll be early, but maybe we can sneak off for a sunrise walk on the beach? We know Oscar won’t be up at that hour,” Pedro reasons with a chuckle. 

“I’d like that,” you accept. “I’ll meet you down there around six?”

“Sounds perfect,” he smiles to himself, so wide and with such a pigmented blush that he’s glad you can’t see him. “See you then. Goodnight, Sweetie.”

“Goodnight, Pedro,” you smile back, equally as giddy.

Needless to say, you have to force yourself to get decent rest that night so you can wake up refreshed for your early hour encounter with Pedro. 

~~~

Morning comes quicker than expected, and although you’re still sleepy, the thought of spending time alone with Pedro is enough to get you up and moving. You do your best to make yourself look presentable, considering just how early it is, then you silently make your way out of the house and down to where Pedro said he’d meet you.

You feel weird the entire walk down, not really knowing why. Your head feels dizzy and your stomach feels light and airy. But, you soon realize your nerves are lust. And you’re way more aroused than you should be, considering it’s barely past six in the morning and you have yet to see the man you have such a strong desire for.

However, when you get to the spot past the guest house, Pedro is nowhere to be found. You glance at your phone to check the time, seeing that you’re only a minute earlier than you’d agreed to meet. 

That minute passes, and then a few more pass, too. The sunrise is slowly turning into an early morning glow, and you begin to worry that you’ll miss your opportunity for alone time. As a first attempt, you try to give him a quick call. It rings, it rings, it rings… then it gives you his voicemail. Your stomach churns nervously.

Taking a bold move, you walk back the way you came, just enough to get to the guest house. You knock a gentle three times, hoping he’ll be right there. But he isn’t. 

You wait a few more moments, then knock again.

Still no answer.

Finally, you get over your nerves and place one hand on the door handle, slowly pushing it down to test to see if it’s unlocked. 

It is.

So you push it all the way down, then open the door just enough to poke your head inside.

“Pedro?” you call into the entryway of the elegant guest house, and the first time you snuck in flashes back in your mind. All the lights are out, and it worries you that the door wasn’t locked in the first place.

Closing it quietly then locking it behind you, you walk in and stand anxiously, unsure of what to do.

“Pedro?” you call out again, this time with a little more confidence. 

And before your voice can even make an echo against the vaulted ceilings, a pair of feet is thumping against the slick hardwood floors, down the hall, and into the main room. In a matter of moments, Pedro - who’s sporting nothing but a pair of baby blue boxers - jogs into view. 

“Pedro,” you sigh, relieved to see him and awestruck by how soft he looks. 

His deep brown eyes are still drowned in sleep, his hair is mussed perfectly with that bedhead look, his broad chest is feathered with the lightest layer of hair, and his tummy looks so soft and delicious. And, not to mention, the way his delicious thighs look in those boxers. You’re so obsessed with him, it’s insane.

“Oh, Cariño, I’m so sorry!” he exclaims, rushing to meet you. “I just woke up. Fuckin’ slept through my alarm,” he frowns, but you shake your head and lunge into him instead, kissing his bare chest as he kisses your forehead. “M’so sorry,” he hums. “Are you upset?” 

“Of course not. Going for a walk wasn’t the only reason I came here this morning,” you feather a few more kisses along the expanse of his chest, then look up to him. “I just wanted to see you.”

“Oh, really,” he hums, cupping your face and leaning down slowly to press a sweet kiss to your lips, distracting you from the feeling of desire that’s building in your tummy.

His kiss is slow and languid and lazy; it’s perfect. It leaves you dizzy with arousal and floating with comfort. You sigh happily against his lips, feathering your fingers up and down his bare, muscular back. And when your fingers trail along his lower back, he flinches in your grasp, letting out a low chuckle.

“That tickles,” he admits with a blush, then notices the glazed over look in your eyes, but doesn’t realize it’s from lust. “You okay?” he asks, caressing your cheek with his thumbs.

“Pedro…” you start, unsure of how you want to word what you’re feeling.

“Something wrong?” he asks, taking his hands off your face, but you grab them before they can leave, keeping them planted on your cheeks.

“Pedro, can we… uh,” you close your eyes for a moment, and swallow nervously. “Y’know…” you trail off, and Pedro chuckles lightly at your shyness.

“Sweetie, do you need something?” he teases, leaning in to rub his nose against yours.

“I just need you,” you mumble, letting your hands drift back down to his lower back, pressing his hips into yours. 

“Mm, need me how?” he whispers, slowly leaning down to kiss your neck.

“You know how,” your voice cracks as you speak back, feeling faint at the soft contact of his lips against your skin and the delightful scratch of his patchy beard.

“Yeah, I think I do,” he murmurs against your neck, then kisses his way back up to your lips while taking slow, calculated steps backwards, pushing you up against the nearest surface; it just so happens to be the kitchen island.

“Pedro!” you gasp quietly, then giggle as he hoists you up to sit on the counter, standing between your legs. 

“You’re so beautiful, (Y/n),” he breathes, taking a break from kissing you only to stare at your raw beauty, reaching out to smooth his hand over your cheek.

“Stop,” you shake your head, averting your gaze from his as your cheeks and ears burn from his compliment.

“No,” Pedro replies, using his thumb and two fingers to tilt your chin up to face him again. Your eyes grow foggy with tears from all the emotions he’s pulling from you. “You. Are. Beautiful,” he punctuates every word with a kiss to your lips. “I can’t let you forget that.”

“How can I? You say it way too much,” you roll your eyes and smile bashfully at him.

“I can’t say it enough,” he insists, leaning in to kiss you again, this time even slower than the first, leaving you gasping out of desperation. 

You need him.

And you need him now.

Grabbing him by the shoulders and wrapping your legs around his waist, you press his front into the space between your thighs, hinting - not so subtly - and hoping he’ll pick up on it.

Oh, he does. 

With a barely audible groan, he lets you grind over him for just a few moments before you feel his own desire start hardening beneath the thin fabric of those boxers. 

“Pedro, I need you,” you gasp, gripping his shoulders even tighter. 

“Fuck, Sweetie,” he groans, the hardness of his length bringing him a twinge of pain in anticipation for a release. “Let’s go to the bedroom?” he says, but it’s more of a question that he’s asking to make sure you’re comfortable.

“Please, Pedro, yes,” you say, separating his lips from yours just enough to speak, then anxiously hopping down from the counter, and you’re only made aware of the thin material of your own shorts when you see a wet spot left on his boxes where you’d been grinding on him.

“C’mon,” he chuckles, seeing how anxious you are to get started. He grabs your hand and leads you down the hall and into the still relatively dark bedroom, thanks to the blackout curtains.

Nervously - and awkwardly - you take a seat at the foot of the bed. Between the lust and the pure adrenaline coursing through your veins, you suddenly don’t know how to act. 

And Pedro, ever the empath, senses it.

“We don’t have to do anything, Cariño,” he states quietly, but clearly, kneeling in front of you at the foot of the bed.

“I want to,” you nod, holding his sweet face in your hands. “I need to.”

He smiles, leaning in to kiss you softly. 

And when the little chain of your bracelet dangles against his own wrist, he pulls away for a second to admire it on your hand. You’re so glad you decided to keep it.

Before you know it, you’re laying down flat on the bed with Pedro hovering over you, your head resting on the soft pillows at the top of the bed. His hands drift to your bare thighs, helping get your shorts off with your help. They then slide up underneath your shirt to work to get your bra off, and you whimper against his lips as he tweaks your nipple, reactively thrusting your hips up against his.

His kiss is so captivating that you barely even notice when he shifts his weight onto one arm propping himself up to reach his other into the bedside table drawer just a foot away. Your focus is only caught by a little golden square package. Pulling away from him just enough to grab his attention, too, he looks down at you with a small smile. 

“Came prepared, hm?” you tease, although you’re genuinely curious as to why he would’ve brought condoms on this trip, or if the guest house just came supplied with them. 

“Don’t worry, Cariño. I only just bought these the other day after our little picnic… just in case we ended up in a situation like this,” he tells you, caressing your face sweetly.

“I was only teasing,” you tell him, reaching up to hold his face in return, although you’re relieved to hear his explanation. 

“Well, I need you to know that I only intend to do this with you,” his smile turns into an expression of true sincerity. “If you’ll have me, that is.”

“A gazillion times, yes,” your face flushes warm, suddenly feeling bashful and giddy at his traditionally respectful manner. 

After kissing you softly again, he pulls off of you and sits back to slowly shuck off his boxers, exposing himself completely to you. Feeling a surge of confidence, you work to get your shirt off, leaving yourself open to him completely, too. 

“Fuck, Pedro,” you whisper, feeling your pussy throb at the sight of him. You think he’s probably about an average length, but he’s definitely the thickest you’ve ever had, and if you both weren’t so eager to have him inside of you, you’d beg to suck him off first.

Your heart rate increases as you watch him slide the condom out of the package, discarding the wrapper to the floor, then rolling it down over his thick, hard cock, trying to hold back his own moan as his gaze falls back on your bare body beneath him. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he swallows thickly, dark brown eyes blown nearly black with lust.

Eagerly, you pull him back down to you, opening your legs for him to settle between.

“You ready?” he asks, and you nod furiously, your hand drifting down to wrap around him, and rubbing him between your folds.

“Fuck,” you whimper. He already feels so good. “Pedro, yes. Please. Need you inside me.”

The next sensation you feel is his thick tip pushing past your entrance, and he groans again. You can tell he’s holding back, so you take the initiative by wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him to full sheath himself inside of your tight, warm heat all in one, swift movement.

“Oh, Fuck! (Y/n)!” he calls out, stilling inside of you for a moment, relishing in how you’re squeezing around him, practically trapping him inside of you.

You groan out his name in return, feeling so full of him you can’t believe you’re still capable of breathing. His hips just barely move; it’s more of a stuttering motion than anything else right now. 

It’s almost as if he’s frozen in the feeling of you, unable to move at all, until you lean up to suck a small, red mark into the flushed skin of his neck, mumbling little words of how good he feels inside of you. 

He’s almost afraid to start moving because he wants this feeling to last forever, and he’s not sure it’ll last long at all.

“Fuck, Sweetie, you feel so good,” he all but growls, burying his face into your neck and leaving countless wet, hot kisses on your skin.

Only a few more short moments pass before he finds the ability to start thrusting into you. His movements are slow and calculated, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt so good. 

His hand wanders down to fumble with your clit, rubbing at your sensitive bud to stimulate you as best as he can. It’s clear he’s in no hurry for himself; he just wants to make sure you’re pleased. His thick cock is deeper than you could have ever imagined, and you feel the head of his member touch reach a perfect spot inside of you as he continues rutting his hips into yours. 

His groans rumble through his whole body, and he both loves and hates that he’s already feeling so close to the edge. 

“M’not gonna last long,” he admits, eyes clenched shut as his thrusts lose their rhythm.

“It’s okay,” you assure him, finding just enough strength to reach up to hold his face close to yours. “Come for me, Pedro.”

“You first,” he shakes his head, prying his eyes open to meet yours, watching as your face contorts in pleasure when his soft fingers rub over your clit in the most delicious way.

Pressing your lips to his again, the only air that you’re able to breathe is exchanged from Pedro’s mouth to yours. His thrusts pick up pace as he chases the feeling of euphoria, and works to bring on your own high, too, by continuing to give your sensitive bud attention.

With a strand of pornographic whimpers, your climax crashes into you like a heavy, wet wave. Your back arches off the bed and your feet dig into the muscles of his ass to keep him as close to you as you can. The clenching of your walls around Pedro brings him to his own orgasm, and he stills inside you as he releases with a loud, low moan.

Your body feels like jelly - like you have no control over your limbs - because they fall flat against the bed as you pant to catch your breath. Pedro is caressing your face and kissing your cheeks, telling you how good you were, asking if you feel alright, and you give him a small smile and nod, but you can’t find the words to speak back because you can barely hear his words over the rushing sound in your ears.

You don’t know how long you’re bobbling on the edge of consciousness for, but it’s not long before Pedro’s voice comes back to you. 

“(Y/n)?” his voice quietly falls upon your ears. “You still with me, Cariño?”

“Yeah, I… Yeah,” you hum, slowly turning your head to face the direction his voice is coming from, but your eyes glaze over with tears when your gaze falls on Pedro. 

It all hits you.

You’re an emotional wreck.

You’re so in love with this man, it’s hard to deny any longer.

“Are you okay?” he asks, concern lacing his tone. Then, when he sees the tears in your eyes, he really gets worried. “(Y/n), what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No, no,” you assure him, and a tear involuntarily sneaks past your eyelashes when you blink. You sniffle, then snuggle up against his chest. 

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” he asks in the softest tone you’ve ever heard his voice, before kissing the top of your head, then your temple, then your cheek.

“Pedro, I think... I think I love you,” you admit, barely louder than a whisper, and not daring to look up at him.

“(Y/n),” he coos, and with a sniffle, you finally look up at him. He leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips while wiping away the tear that rolls down your cheek. 

Then, he pulls away just enough to mutter his own confession. 

“I love you, too.”

Hearing those words, and from his lips, leaves you stunned.

“You do?” you ask, genuinely surprised.

“Yeah,” he laughs softly.

“Fuck,” you giggle while another series of tears roll down your eyes. 

“What?” he asks with another nervous laugh, and you feel his soft breath fall over your face.

“I dunno. I guess… Well, I’ve never… This is new to me. Being in a relationship. A real relationship. And I guess… I mean, you’re so much older and distinguished and-- and more experienced than I am, and I don’t want to mess this up,” you shrug, then once again insecurely avert your gaze from his by resting your cheek to his chest.

“(Y/n), you could never,” he hums, tilting your chin up to look at him. “And, even though I'm older, it doesn’t mean you’re alone in this. We’ll figure this out together, alright?”

“I like that,” you smile, kissing his bare chest, then press yourself up far enough to kiss his lips. “I like that a lot.”

~~~

The two of you lounge in bed for way longer than you probably should, because before you know it, you’re having to sneak back into the main house separately.

It’s like a flashback for you from the first night you snuck into the guest house to see Pedro.

~~~

Thankfully, the rest of the day flies by fast. You spend most of it with the boys, and then when they crash for a nap, you hunker down in your room in the late afternoon, until a knock comes to your bedroom door. 

With a pep in your step, still riding high from your morning encounter with Pedro, you make it to the door and open it to reveal Elvira in the hall.

“Hey!” you greet softly. 

“Hi, darling,” she smiles. 

“Do you need help with the boys?” you ask, but she shakes her head. 

“Just wanted to come invite you down for dinner,” she tells you.

“Oh, thank you,” you nod and smile back, reaching a hand up to scratch behind your ear. 

 “Oscar’s made his famous—oh!” she exclaims, and you’re not sure what she’s worried about until you freeze in place, feeling the bracelet very obviously slip down your arm. 

“Oh,” you stammer.

“You ended up getting the bracelet!” Elvira comments, and your heart immediately drops. 

Shit shit shit… She noticed. 

What are you going to say? How are you going to tell her?

“Oh… uh, y--yeah,” you stutter anxiously.

“Gave into the temptation, yeah?” she teases. “I know that feeling. It looks lovely on you, darling!”

“Thank you so much. But I, uh…” your heart rate increases as you feel the dread of lying to someone so close to you. You don’t know that you can lie to her. “Actually, I didn’t buy it.”

“Oh, no?” she tilts her head in confusion, clearly needing a better explanation. Although, you have an inclination that she may already know something.

“No,” you shake your head, swallowing thickly. You’re going to have to tell her the truth. “Do you wanna come in?” you ask her, inviting her into your room, and she accepts, sitting down on the bed beside you once you close the door.

“So, you didn’t buy the bracelet. Then… someone else bought it for you?” she puts it together, and you nod slowly. 

“Ah! And is this someone a romantic interest?”

You nod again.

“Did you meet him on the beach strip? A West Coast charmer?” she smiles at you, but you shake your head in response.

“Ah,” she nods, and the look on her faces lets you know that she knows more than you think.

After another few moments of silence, and after reading your facial expression and seeing that you’re on the brink of tears, she speaks up again, giving up her act of ignorance.

“(Y/n), darling… Could it be… Pedro?” she asks ever so softly, placing a delicate hand over yours.

You confirm her question with a slow nod and a sniffle, and her lips curl into the most comforting smile.

“Come here, love,” she opens her arms, and you fall into her embrace, letting yourself break down for a few moments as she hushes your cries.

Finally, after you’ve composed yourself a little more, you distance yourself from her again.

“Why are you upset?” she asks gently, standing up just enough to grab a box of tissues off the dresser and offering them to you.

“I just… I’m… scared, Elvira,” you admit, using a tissue to wipe your cheeks. 

“Of Pedro?” she asks worriedly. “He hasn’t done anything bad, has he?”

“No, no, no,” you assure her, and her face floods with relief. “No, he’s been absolutely the sweetest to me, and nothing but a gentleman. That’s why I’ve fallen so hard for him. I’m just afraid of Oscar finding out.”

“Darling, Oscar has no right to control who you decide to be romantically involved with,” she tells you, and although she makes a valid point, you still find yourself worrying about his opinion.

“But you guys are technically my bosses,” you explain. “And Pedro’s your friend and I just… I don’t know. I feel so weird about it all.”

“I know,” Elvira nods, then places a hand on your shoulder. “It’s a funny situation, isn’t it? But we’re all adults, yeah? And personally, I really don’t think this is cause for conflict, do you?”

“No,” you shake your head. 

“Then don’t let it get to you. I can subtly talk to Oscar about it if you’d like, just to sway his mind, although it would be best for him to hear the official news from you and Pedro, yourselves.”

“Absolutely,” you agree wholeheartedly. “I think we wanted to wait til after we got off vacation to tell anyone, but I feel awful lying to you both.”

“Well, I’m so glad you told me,” she smiles. “Even though I feel like I saw this coming from the beginning,” she admits.

“How did you know?” you chuckle nervously.

“Just the little things,” she smiles. “You and Pedro both have been acting differently.”

“How do you mean?” you gasp.

“Well, he’s been a lot less boyish than usual, and you’ve been a lot more… what’s the word… dazed? In a trance?”

“Oh, god, I have?” you laugh aloud. 

“You have. But, I don’t think Oscar’s noticed. Maybe it’s just a woman thing,” she gives you a wink.

You smile and cover your face with your hands, feeling your cheeks and ears flush warm in embarrassment. But Elvira quickly changes the subject.

“So… dinner?”

Next, you and Elvira make your way out of the room, and you feel ten times better about the situation with Pedro, although still nervous for Oscar to find out. At least you have Elvira on your side. 

On your way downstairs though, you run into Pedro, and Elvira gives you both a knowing smirk. 

“She knows,” you tell Pedro, and his eyes widen in fear, but you quickly calm him by placing a hand on his chest. “And she’s okay with it,” you clarify.

“Oh, god, okay,” Pedro sighs in relief. “What about Oscar?”

“We should tell him, soon,” you frown a little, and Pedro nods in return.

“Well, how about now?” he suggests, and Elvira cracks up at his spontaneity.

“You’re serious?” you ask, also laughing - but nervously - at his suggestion.

“Why not? No better time than the present. And that way, he hopefully won’t feel left out that Elvira knew for much longer than he did. That is, if he doesn’t totally flip his shit at the news.”

“I guess,” you shrug, then let out a sigh. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

The three of you make it the rest of the way downstairs and meet Oscar in the dining room, where the aroma of a delicious dinner is wafting in the air. 

“Ready for the best fuckin’ meal of your life?” Oscar boasts as all four of you take a seat around the table. 

Elvira sits down beside her husband, leaving two spots empty spots together, giving you and Pedro no choice but to side beside each other. You give him a subtle look before you sit down, and he nods and smile at you as if to reassure you. 

“It’ll be okay, Cariño,” you can almost hear him say.

“So, is everyone ready to leave tomorrow morning?” Oscar asks, serving up everyone’s plates. 

“Yeah. This trip has been great, though,” Pedro comments, partially telling the truth because he had enjoyed spending time with you, but also lying because he cannot wait to have you to himself.

"I agree,” you reply. “Thank you guys so much for letting me tag along.”

“Oh, please,” Oscar chuckles, cutting into the food on his plate. “Thank you for putting up with the boys this entire trip. I don’t know what we’d do without you, (Y/n),” he admits, and it makes you feel all the more guilty. 

Pedro can tell. 

He snakes his hand - under the table and out of view - to rest on your thigh, and you start to grow more confident.

“Oh, (Y/n), you did get the bracelet!” Oscar suddenly notices when you reach in front of you to grab your glass of water, and your stomach drops. “When did you buy it?”

“I didn’t…” you trail off, knowing that sooner rather than later would be best to tell Oscar the news about you and Pedro. 

You take a tiny sip of water, then set the glass back down, clasping your hand around your wrist to conceal the evidence, then you bring your hands to your lap.

“What?” he tilts his head, and this interaction strangely resembles the one you had with Elvira less than an hour prior.

“Oscar, I’ve gotta tell you something,” you barely whisper, and Pedro’s hand squeezes your thigh to reassure you. But nothing in this moment, not even your sweet Pedro, can ease the amount of fear you’re feeling right now.

“We both do, actually,” Pedro adds on confidently.

“You guys are joking,” he smiles, and you can’t tell what he means.

“What?” Pedro almost challenges, sounding prepared to defend the two of you, even though nothing has been admitted yet.

Your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest because of how fucking scared you are. You feel sick. 

“You guys… don’t tell me you’re together,” Oscar rolls his eyes, the smile still displayed on his face.

You look to Pedro one last time, and he gives you a nod before turning back to face his friend.

“We are,” Pedro states plainly.

“Be fuckin’ for real,” Oscar laughs aloud, and your heart starts to race in fear of his feelings about this news. 

Is this an angry laugh? Do angry laughs even exist? How pissed is he? Is he going to fire you? Is he going to strangle Pedro?

“Oscar,” Elvira starts, her tone one of warning and defense.

“You guys’re fucking?” Oscar exclaims, his gaze still focused solely on his best friend.

“It’s more than that, you asshole!” Pedro laughs back.

“Oh, so it’s legit?” Oscar’s eyes go wide, and you and Pedro both nod in confirmation. “Damn,” he curses under his breath, wiping his mouth off with a napkin, then tossing it onto the table in front of him.

“Dude, it’s-- I mean, we didn’t want to disregard the whole employment situation... But we’re not asking for your permission in this. We’re telling you this is how it’s gonna be,” Pedro states calmly and firmly.

Oscar’s quiet for a moment, and you can’t quite make out the expression on his face. He looks amused? Pissed off? You genuinely can’t tell.

“Are you mad?” you finally ask, trying so hard to hide the tremble in your voice. 

“Darling--” Elvira attempts to comfort you, but Oscar interrupts.

“Oh my god! No, I’m not mad,” he assures you, his tone immediately switches to a soothing, sweet sound and a smile graces his lips. Then, he turns to Pedro again. “Actually, I’m actually not nearly as upset as I thought I would be about this,” he then admits with a chuckle. 

“Well from the way you kept scolding me,” Pedro laughs along, the nervous laughter turning into a genuine one. “I thought you’d be pissed.”

“You know... I thought I would be, too. I’ll admit I was... unreasonably upset when you even mentioned being interested in her.”

“I know. And it freaked me the fuck out,” Pedro laughs in relief.

“I’m sorry, guys. The more I thought about it, the more I realized how stupid of me it was to set boundaries on you guys. That was wrong on my part and I am really sorry.”

“It’s totally okay,” you smile and shake your head. 

“We just didn’t want to risk ever losing you, (Y/n),” Elvira says, and Oscar verbally agrees.

“You won’t,” you promise sincerely. 

“Well, thanks for telling us,” Oscar says, reaching across the table to initiate the bro handshake that he and Pedro do. “And congrats, I guess.”

“Thanks man,” Pedro chuckles back. 

Seeing the interaction between the two men eases your mind completely. What you thought would cause you to lose your job and, or, cause a terrible rift in a great friendship ended up being a simple conversation.

And now, you don’t feel like you have to sneak around with the man you love.

“Wait, Dude, tell me everything!” Oscar exclaims excitedly. “Well, maybe not everything, now that I know that mark on your neck is probably a hickey...”

~~~

“You okay, Cariño?” Pedro’s voice comes to you, bringing you back to earth. 

It’s a few hours later, and the two of you are settled together on a picnic blanket on the beach, watching the sunset. The sun has just made its way beneath the skyline; vibrant pink, purple, and orange hues fall over you and the man seated beside you. You’re leaning into Pedro’s side comfortably, taking in the cool breeze off the water and the smell of the ocean mixed with his natural scent that somehow resembles both a deep forest and clean linen.

“Hm?” you turn to face him, and he kisses your forehead as he repeats his question. 

“You alright?”

“Mm... Mhm,” you hum, resting your cheek against his chest. “More than alright. I’m so happy with you, Pedro,” you admit, leaning up just enough to press a kiss to his lips.

“Me, too, Sweetie. M’so glad you’re not off limits anymore,” he laughs softly making you roll your eyes at the inside joke, and he caresses your cheek ever so sweetly.

“Me, too,” you sigh contently, tucking back into his side.

You could get used to this.

~~~ 

a/n: that’s it y’all! again thanks so much for the support on this series, i really appreciate every single one of you so much <3

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal age gap series #age gap fic #pedro pascal rpf #din djarin #the mandalorian #javier peña #narcos #javi gutierrez #the unbearable weight of massive talent #tuwomt #game of thrones #oberyn martell

[villainessxassassin]

hiiii, could you write headcanons for the dorm leaders about what you think their ideal s/o would be like?

(if you dont write for that many people, then idia and riddle are just fine :))

Sorry we couldn't write for some of the dorm leaders since we aren't that knowledgeable with some of them and we were trying to post another new content after a few days of being inactive so this is a little rushed.^^

(these are just some of the things we think the dorm heads would want in a s/o so don't worry if you don't have some of these qualities cuz the twst boys will still love you nonetheless <3)

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CHARACTERS: Riddle Rosehearts, Idia Shroud, and Malleus Draconia x reader

Riddle:

I think since Riddle grew up in a very strict household he would like an s/o that's really carefree, but wouldn't go over the line of being a rule breaker

Someone who's on the same ground level as him (and no I don't mean that in height XD), someone that can be as responsible as him and put's effort into being neatly dressed and on time to classes.

Maybe someone that has a little sense of unpredictability, Riddle is already used to having his schedule planned out for the day so having an s/o that carries that air of slight mystery around you is a really refreshing sight for him.

Someone that's caring and would always put other's first before yourself, and is willing to stay and listen to him through all the ups and downs in his life.

As long as you can be serious when needed but still have that silly side around you that could even cheer the coldest of hearts up and encourage him to keep going<3

Idia:

When it comes to Idia, I personally don't think he would mind if his s/o is an extrovert or an introvert

as long as you're not too obnoxious and are willing to go along with his otaku antics then he's more than happy to have you for an s/o

And speaking of otaku he would very likely want an s/o that's into the things that he likes such as anime or tinkering around with technology ( he wants it to be his bonding thing with you <3)

A patient s/o. He knows he can be very difficult at time, heck even ortho has a hard time getting him out of his room, so someone that's willing to be patient and wait for him even when he can be very harsh with his words but will still put up with his difficult attitude

Someone caring is a need for him! He's not the best at taking care of his health so he needs someone to remind him to when he needs to stop playing games and rest or eat healthy food instead of junk foods (again he'll be stubborn about it but he'll try just for you :))

Malleus:

I think we all know what Malleus’s type is.

It’s quite known that Malleus is feared by the students of NCR(except the diasomnia group) so of course, he’d want to be with someone who isn’t afraid of him

He’d want someone who understands him, because of his powerful aura he’s often misunderstood by the people.

I think he would be the type to like a curios s/o. It greatly entertains him how ones mortal mind works, so to indulge his own curiosity he would like to get to know what little things pique your interest aswell.

Someone that'll join him in his little strolls around NRC, generally someone that'll spend time with him enjoying the little things in life

He knows the clock is always ticking, and how fast the sand of time flutter in the air, so having an s/o that'll stay by his side no matter what is always a very reassuring gesture to him.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland x you #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland headcanons #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts x mc #riddle rosehearts x you #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud x mc #idia shroud x you #idia x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia x mc #malleus draconia x you #malleus x reader

[ariesbilly]

Tag Game Friday

I was tagged by @svetlanayevgenivna

1. If you could switch bodies with anybody for only one hour who would it be and what would you do? liv pollock so i can peg dacre montgomery for an hour straight

2. What's your most trivial/dumbest hot take? i have so many i dont even know where to begin. oh i got one. taylor swifts popularity is directly related to the mass stupidity of humanity going on right now lmfao

3. If you had to teach a college course what would it be? lady gagas influence on pop culture in the late 00s/2010s

4. Season 12 of shameless is suddenly happening and you’ve been put in charge! What plot points are you going to make happen? gallavich main storyline with mickey becoming accustomed to living outside of the south side, bring fiona back with jimmysteve, bring sandy back and give her a proper lesbian relationship cuz it was wasted on debbie i'll tell you that. debbie can stay gone idk where she is and i dont care. also MUCH mickey and sandy shenanigans.

5. Who would be your godly parent? (Can be any mythology) AMPHITRITE was the goddess-queen of the sea, wife of Poseidon, and eldest of the fifty Nereides. She was the female personification of the sea--the loud-moaning mother of fish, seals and dolphins.

6. What’s something you love about yourself? I don’t care what other people think about me and I can formulate my own opinions. <- stealing that from alexa

7. Describe your day in 5 emojis: 🎄🐶📱🍝😂

8. What Shameless character do you think you could beat in a fight? liam easily lmfao probably jimmysteve as well

9. Tell us 2 truths and a lie, we’ll try to guess the lie! i climbed the tallest lighthouse in florida, in high school i had my english teacher pick me up for lunch on the weekend and she was later fired for what the rumor mill was saying was for having sexual relations with a student, and ive swam with sharks

10. Do you have a pet(s), if so, how did they get their names? my puppy! bela <3 she is named after bela lugosi :')

11. Show us a meme (or picture) that captures your essence.

12. What’s your typical coffee/tea/beverage order? i do not drink coffee or tea. when i eat out i generally just drink water, if i get alcohol i like anything fruity and sweet. typical starbucks order is a non coffee frappe. from dunkin i like their coolatas. fast food could be literally anything depends on my mood

13. Use a song to describe the last 5 years of your life? girl i dont fucking know. theres gotta be more to life by stacie orrico lmao

Tagging: anyone who watches shameless idk

[surveysonfleek]

1658.

What is in the back seat of your car right now? a box, a coat, umbrella, box of tissues and more shit tbh. i need to clean.

What was the last thing you threw up? i dont remember the last time i threw up actually!

Menthol or regular cigarettes? i dont smoke anymore but when i used to, it was strictly menthols

What is your favorite episode of Friends? hot take but i dont watch friends. ive tried before and just didnt find it funny

Does anyone have any blackmail on you? no lol

If you could marry any celebrity today who would it be? i wouldnt, i havent had a true celeb crush in so long! if any celeb was the ‘package’ it would be wentworth miller but he’s gay so i wouldnt stand a chance 

Have you been to a strip club? never! i actually cant believe i havent

Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? yes

Are you wearing socks right now? nope, its a cold night too

What was the last thing you had to drink? water

What are you wearing right now? pjs

Last food you ate? pizza

Have you bought any clothing items in the last week? yeah i bought a few new dresses for the warmer seasons plus two upcoming weddings

When is the last time you ran? haha like 2 weeks ago?

What’s the last sporting event you watched? im watching a football game while doing this

Last person’s house you were in? my fiances

Last movie you saw? catwoman. yeah, its as bad as they say it is lol

Who is the last person you sent a message to on Facebook? andrew

Ever go to camp? while i was in school, yes

Were you an honor roll student in school? we didnt have one at my school. they would honour first in class for each subject

Do you like sushi? yes, one of my fave foods

Do you have a tan? not right now

How old do you want to be when you have kids? im already 31 so hopefully i can get pregnant after the wedding next year

Have you ever drank your soda from a straw? of course

What is your age? ^

Are you someone’s best friend? yes

Where is your dad right now? at home What was the last thing you said? oh well

What color is your watch? rose gold

What do you think of when you think of Australia? home? lol

Ever ridden on a roller coaster? yes

Favorite gemstone? diamonds for sure. i never used to really care about them but after getting engaged i just cant stop looking at it

Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? drive thru

Do you have a roommate? no Do you have any bad habits? complaining lol

What is your favorite number? 7

Do you know anyone named Lori? yes but spelt differently

What color is your mom’s hair? black

Do you have a dog? not anymore :( i miss him everyday

What happened to you in 1993? i was a toddler

Does your first memory involve your dad? i remember him coming home from a trip once and me running through the hallways to hug him

Do you remember singing any songs as kids? yes of course! i used to have disney singalong video tapes lol

When was the last time you went swimming? april

Has your luggage ever gotten lost? yes lmao. i got talked into checking in my hand carry luggage and of course it got lost. it turned up a week later and the airline delivered it to my house

Biggest annoyance in your life right this minute? losing weight in time for the wedding :(

Have you ever thought it would be cool to smash a guitar? nope, id just feel guilty

Do you like watching a bonfire? sure

Are you allergic to anything? dairy

What is one thing you miss about your past? not having to worry about anything

Do you ever get flu shots? i actually dont. knock on wood but i havent had the flu in years

Favorite shoes that you wear all the time? black huaraches 

What is one thing you’ve learned about life recently? not to worry about work. 

Are you jealous of anyone? no

Is anyone jealous of you? haha no

#survey #surveys #quiz #bored #questions

[ekkurea]

APOLOGIESS FOR THE LATE REPLYY (RENDERING ANON HERE AGAIN PHEW) YOURE KIDDING ME ? I LOVE LISTENING TO OFHER PEOPLE's journey and story and READING YOURS WAS KINDAA SWEET AND INSPORING IN A WAY.. i feel tge pressure to create tge perfect art and it gets to me ngl.. but reading your process and your answer about yk the whole ai art thing.. i dont see why i even i want to compare myself with that level when my own style is kinda still developimg.. youe so rite! no one can take away the process the understanding you have of the colors ... the way you see your art blooming.. even ai would terribly fail at capturing it and i think tahts why your drawinsg are just so perfect bec they hold that creative aspect .. THERE IS YOU IN THEM!! (your lamguage is not am issue i assure you trust me i am not a native eng speaker myself..) *self patss!! WE RE DOING GREATT!! )

also its nice to speak to artists here i have lile one artist to artisy comversation here except you and i enjoyy our talks!! (hope youre not too overwhlemed by work and taking caree)

Brand of personality, creativity, business👇🏻☕️💞

Please do not apologize! Life is so fast and I am also sorry that I don't always have time to respond on time! I couldn't even find the time to draw orders in the last few days, because I had a lot of other work to do.

But I am really happy from every conversation we have🌸(*´◡`*)🌸Your words are so kind that my heart breaks! This is something I will try to keep in my memory forever💖

I hope that you direct such words of support to yourself🍵��💗 And I want to support you as well! I have not been in your shoes and I will never know what you are going through, but I will be rooting for youଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✨

I understand how suffocating the pressure of art can be. I had to reach the peak of my nerves to start being calmer and more rational about it. And even now, if I don't have a job at some point, I can panic. (Although in recent months, thanks to all my clients, my panic is pleasant and only because I'm not in time. You are the best!)

I will try to entertain you and maybe you will be interested. I follow the illustrator Alexandra Dikaia and she has always emphasized the importance of authenticity in illustrations, taught how to create own brand of personality and thus realize myself. I'm still a bad student who never finishes her homework, haha. But I come back to them when I get "lost". Everything has its time. Now, because of the war, she was forced to move to England and met Professor Gordon Hamme. He is the author of the practical course "How to build a craft business" (How to create a business for creatives). I haven't had the opportunity to buy this book yet to review it, but the recommendations say it's a great book to look at creative business from both the personal brand and business side. It sounds like a lot of fun. And it helps to look at art not only as something unattainable, but also as something that can work and how it can work. I would also like to create my own merchandise store someday, because I love it when illustrations become practical objects. Oh, dream…

I'm still fascinated to see that someone has my drawing hanging in their home or as their avatar or something! Friends, if you ever send me a photo of your room with my drawing on it, you should know that this photo will remain in my phone forever. Haha.

О! And if anyone has any recommendations for interesting and useful literature for creative people, please share, I'd love to read it and maybe someone else will find it useful too.

Thank you again for this message! Take care of yourself and have a good rest, I always enjoy talking to you! See you soon☆⌒ヽ(*'､^*)chu

#askekurea

[yourbleedingh3art]

Ok so basically i was so scared i dropped the ball and all my teachers hated me cuz they thought i was super engaged the first week but instsntly i started showing up to class late/turning assignments in late so i was like fuck theyre gonna think i was just catfishing them like im actually a dedicated student ive just been really struggling w balance and adjustment in the context of mental health struggles in a relatively new environment im still deciding my place in... so i was like fuck theyre gonna be so disappointed in me i already set them up to expect great things from me Im so teachers pet Im trying to be that student u remmeber , that student that literally makes teaching class easier cuz u know u have an engaged mind and a listening ear and a feeling heart dedicated to what ur saying, a student driven by natural curiosity like i want them to know i dont do school for fucking grades i dont even check my grades grades only matter as the teacher's parameter of course success and i care about doing well on a test not for the grade but to show the teacher i CARE about succeeding in your course because i CARE what youre teaching about It brings a tear to my eye you would share your intellectual property with me Because i do so much research in my own time, but with teachers i just get to sit back and learn and its truly a privilege not to teach yourself, it truly is, like when i cook for myself all the time then i get to go to a restuarant and its like. u didnt have to grocery shop u didnt have to mean plan u didnt have to ingredient prep or chop u didnt have to do dishes u didnt have to put away the dishes once theyre dry u didnt have to box up leftovers and u dont have to wash the tupperware the leftovers are in like I Love Saving time i fucking love saving time Im conscious of how i spend my time bc every moment of my day Imtrying to jampack w intention and its such a priority to me to foster my own natural curiosities so i give so many fucks about school i give so many fucks about learning AND I WAS SCARED THEY WERE GONNA THINK I DIDNT! THAT I WAS LAZY AND APATHETIC. REALLY ITS JUST BEEN MENTALLY TUFF BUT NO I HAVE CARED THIS ENTIRE TIME. EVERy time i showed up late to class i was raking myself over the coals i truly was. I already have blisters on my feet from how much i walk but when i am late to class I pound each step into the sidewalk so fast, and i can physically feel the friction worsening my blisters, but its more important to me not to be late Yo i fucking care. I care. And it paid off. Im really about to cry right now and it paid off. I was like caring isnt enough. Yeah i care but i have been so shit. "people who care dont turn in assignments late so " this negative ass inner demon. I CARED IVE JUST BEEN USIN SO MUCH ENERGY FIGHTING U! U NEGATIVITY DEMON! AND I WAS SCARED I WAS SO BUSY FIGHTING THAT SCHOOL WAS JUST GONNA HAVE TO TAKE A BACKSEAT. LIKE. FUCK. My teachers are just gonna get what they get. Im tryin yall. And then . And then and then. I have my head screwed on tighter this week and im all refreshed and ready to learn and i check my grades and its like. YOU HAVE BEEN LEARNING THIS WHOLE TIME. YOU HAVE BEEN LEARNING THIS WHOLE TIME. U HAVE BEEN SO CONCERNED W MENTAL PREOCCUPATIONS BUT YOU HAVE NOT BEEN ON AUTOPILOT. YOU ARE CONSCIOUS EVEN WHEN YOURE UNCONSCIOUS OF IT. YOU NOTICE THINGS YOU DID NOT REALIZE YOU NOTICED TILL YOU ARE APPLYING WHAT YOUVE OBSERVED/LEARNED! I THOUGHT the past two weeks that i was on autopilot, that a stand-in dummy was walking around in my body but my mind, the way i want my mind to be, the way my mind is on its best day (bright and fast moving and so curious and so loving and so trusting yet intuitive and creative), i was like That isnt here right now. Bc my emotions were so big they took up all the space. but that was just another illusory emotion! I WAS SUCCEEDING EVEN WHEN I THOUGHT I WAS FAILING. I THOUGHT I DID SO SHITTY THESE LAST TWO WEEKS OF SCHOOL, BUT REALLY, I GOT MY FIRST PERFECT 100 PROJECT GRADE IN COLLEGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#THAT TAKES HARD WORK IT DIDNT JUST HAPPEN BY ACCIDENT #ive been working hard as shit #blog post #diary post #reflecting #reflection

[dantelionwishes]

life is full of ups and downs downs downs downs dow

loredump under the cut. not kidding when I say its gonna be long!

oh shit you actually clicked keep reading thank you for your interest 😭😭😭

YOU KNOW THE DRILL tw // suggestive dont read ahead if youre uncomfortable with the topic of aphrodisiacs! 

MIDDLE SCHOOL 

before anything, I gotta explain he was born to parents who had an infatuation quirk (makes them hardcore fall in love with you) and an infection quirk (transmits a virus via saliva)  

developed his quirk late, since they usually get it by the time kids are four 

most people knew him as quirkless before the first incident 

in middle school, his class was preparing for a school play, he and his classmate got cast as the main lead prince and princess 

coincidentally, they both had a crush on each other and had a scene where they kissed

technically they weren’t supposed to, since its just a play, but one time they were practicing in private and wanted to try kissing “for real”

so they shared a super giggly cute middle school first kiss but well UNFORTUNATELY FOR HIM HIS QUIRK HAD WELL DEVELOPED– 

BADABING BADABOOM YOU HAVE AN IMAGINATION USE IT

the only way for the quirk’s effects to go away is to come at least once or pleasuring yourself until it goes away

I DO NOT WANT TO IMAGINE IT BUT. IMAGINE BEING A TEACHER AND FINDING A MIDDLE SCHOOLER WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HER AND AN ADULT IS FORCED TO TELL HER HOW TO MAKE IT GO AWAY LLLLIKE–

rip now that I’m thinking abt it, I don’t even think anybody would even kNOW HOW TO MAKE IT GO AWAY so lets imagine she painfully stays that way until they figure out how to make it stop :^(

there’s a big fight that happens between the teachers, principal, and parents of both parties 

of course the crush’s parents got mad and called their kid a fuckin uhhhhh sexual predator or some shit despite also beING THE SAME AGE AND NOT EVEN KNOWING ABT HIS OWN QUIRK LIKE HELLLO

obviously an incident like this is going to spread like wildfire but the principal does not want something like this to leak, especially since it was not on purpose and was a total accident 

the other kid’s parents and some teachers did not feel comfortable however, and sato was forced to drop out

but not wanting to spread the gossip about their son’s quirk and the incident, they leave the town and move someplace else

thankfully, the principal gives the sato family his good grades and a recommendation to a decent highschool for the trouble

they’re originally from osaka, but moved to tokyo 

this is where they start taking precautions with sato, basically teaching him to be careful with his saliva 

it was easily taught and learned esp since the mom was already like that around him and others everyday anyway!! she has to take care of her saliva-based infection quirk, after all 

HIGH SCHOOL

he got enrolled into a regular highschool in tokyo

no hero course, no support course, no business, just a regular ol’ school

if before, he loved surrounding himself with people, this was where he was forced to develop a lonely disposition to protect himself and others

at least his parents were very protective and supportive of him and they were generally a happy family!

but in school, pretending to be quirkless was just as difficult, getting bullied or pitied for having no special abilities 

his excuse for wearing a mask all the time was because his mother had a virus-related quirk, and had to be careful 

one day his dad was suddenly got really, really sick

the more he had an excuse to wear a mask because he didnt want to get whatever disease his father started to develop 

sato started thinking it could be his mother (but why?) the results didn’t say anything about an unknown virus killing him (which is his mom’s quirk), and that his father really did contract a strong yet very normal disease 

while on his second year in highschool, his father, yozo sato, died 

apparently, without him knowing anything about his parents, his mother, oba sato, was actually under the dad’s infatuation quirk this whole time

she realised she wasn’t really in love with him when oba had accidentally allowed a drop of her saliva to fall into the meal she was making him, making him sick, and therefore making him weak enough to deactivate his quirk on her 

oba, back in her college years, wanted to marry someone else but yozo, who had a crush on her wanted her to himself, used his quirk to make him fall in love with her 

so in revenge for making her put up with him all these years to the point of marriage and having a kid, she continued to do this to his food 

her quirk doesn’t make anybody sick enough to die, but it made her husband’s immune system weak enough to the point that it contracted a real, serious disease which he ended up dying from instead 

sato only finds out the real story when he graduates from highschool, days right after his graduation the mom confesses it all 

she does say she truly loves him, but can’t stay around him knowing he was technically “unconsensual love”

sato gets reminded of what his quirk does, and true enough, that’s what him and his quirk turned out to be (a sick combination of his mom and his dad) 

they cant bear to be around each other after that revelation and decide to just not see each other again 

COLLEGE YEARS

he enrolls into an education course, inspired by the kind principal who helped him finish his middleschool-highschool education when it all started going downhill 

sato struggles paying for his college fees esp since he doesn’t exactly have his parents supporting him anymore, nor any contact with immediate family 

he has a lot of part time jobs that go all around the clock, he continues pretending to be quirkless so he gets bullied, and has to deal with all that emotional baggage plus being alone so…….clearly my man is TIRED as hell 

his side job hustles include: convenience store cashier, bookstore attendant, bar bouncer, and rookie gym trainer (he went to the local gym long enough for him to get recommended a job as a trainer)

college was that point where he starts developing a hardcore yearning for a companion because oh my god hes so lonELY (but cant)

ANYWAY SO

there’s this bully guy who always picks on him in college (for being “quirkless” and a loner and overall a fuckin weirdo with a mask)

tbh sato doesnt really give a shit he’s so used to it but he doesnt have his mother as an excuse to wear the mask anymore, this is where he starts forming the “I have bad breath” excuse 

“口臭い” (kuchi kusai) translates to “bad breath” or “stinky mouth” so sato unlovingly gets nicknamed “kusato”

one day he’s walking around the campus at night and finds the bully with his gang cornering another quirkless student, with plans of assaulting her 

sato was never the hero type, and was about to ignore the commotion as to not get involved, but something in him moved on its own and he found himself face to face with the gang 

he confronts them, but the bully mocks both him and the girl for not having powers to stop them anyway 

SIKE BITCH sato’s able to easily strike the other two guys, knock them off their feet enough to be able to tug the to-be victim aside, telling her to report them, before asking her to run away as fast as she can

none of the guys want that (they’re all students) so they have a full on brawl (and this isnt hero academy, its a totally normal university so I wouldn’t assume these guys had very impressive quirks)

except the main bully actually has a pretty decent quirk (he’s like a kinda half human half dragon with sharp claws, scales, and dragon eyes) and gets to injure sato with his sharp claws, seriously injuring his face

a part of his ear is also sort of sliced off, which is how his mask gets accidentally removed in the process 

the dragon bully grabs him by the collar and starts angrily shouting at him for ruining his night, being able to do all this shit without a quirk and all and all other derogatory speech 

“Well? what do you have to say for yourself?!“ 

Sato stays silent before spitting right into the bully’s mouth 

The bully drops him immediately, about to angrily fuck him up for doing something super fucking gross but WHOOP WHOOP YOU KNOW WHATS BOUTTA HAPPEN the quirk works immediately and the bully is a TOTAL MESS on the ground 

Im going to TLDR this part cos its…obviously nsfw but like: sato fully embarrasses him in public (beside the bully’s two colleges nonetheless) 

sato stays in the hospital for some time to heal from his wounds 

fortunately, afterwards, the bullies all get expelled 

unfortunately for sato, he also gets expelled for engaging in bad behaviour, and the bully did say what happened to him (and the college principal did not want his…dangerous quirk on campus) so as to lower any incident, all four were expelled 

at least without having to pay for college fees anymore, he could fully focus on paying for food, shelter, and clothes 

minus of course the hospital bills needed to pay plus he got a sick ass scar from it anyway HAHAHAHA BSDJHJRHDHF

ADULT LIFE

he had a lot of jobs here and there, but was more or less doing best as a trainer at a local gym where people weren’t allowed to use their quirks and strengthen their body regularly 

a few years went by and he eventually shrugged off everything that happened in his final college years but one day someone familiar walked into the gym! It was the fellow college student he saved!!!

she became a policewoman who wanted to get stronger in this quirkless friendly gym and hadn’t given up on her dreams of being a “hero,” inspired by how sato saved her that day

sato never really saw himself as some hero, he was left many nights alone thinking about how easily he could become a villain with his quirk, so hearing that really made him happy 

he trains her as her gym coach and she eventually asks him to join her patrol this small part of the city from a gang that was currently going around doing crimes since he’s good at it anyway, saying she could use some extra hands hehe

so yeah!! he does this side gig with her where he patrols alongside her looking for gang crimes and such c:

AND ONE DAY. [WISTFUL SIGH] ONE DAY. HE FINDS SOMEBODY GETTING MUGGED BY A GANG MEMBER AND SAVES………A CERTAIN MAN–

thank you for reading all the way here!!!

feel free to ask for questions or for any clarifications 😭😭😭!!!!!!

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha oc comeback #mha #bnha oc #mha oc #lionhe(art) #I know I havent exactly written stuff from meeting toshinori onwards #but thats for another day!! #I only ever wrote Sato's backstory pre meeting all might #yet all I drew as a teen was them as a couple lMAOOO #idk if anyone would wanna read that but honestly iM SURE THE STUDENTS WANT THAT SPICY RELATIONSHIP INFO JHSDJGHAJHJK #my 17-year old self would have been happy in my place ;;3;; !!!!! #i finally got to share his lore!! that was a lot so if you seriously read it all thank you so much aaaaaaaaaaaa #Osamu sato-sensei

[therapy-ghost]

Why am I here

Twisted wonderland x persona

Chapter 1- why you little b-

Prologue

"Unclear to me" the mirror said, making everyone in the room in the room confused, "What did you just say?" Dire Crowley explained, crossing his arms in confusion.

"i sence a magical presence in this one, but it has no true form, therefor, no dorm will be assigned" the mirror explained, i then stepped down from where the mirror was, walking over to Dire Crowley.

"Ok, now can i go home?" i aksed, but he just ignored me.

"Are you telling me that the black carriage whent and got someone, that has no meaning of being here" Dire Crowley said, making the white haired boy pop in.

"I think its because the student is a Female" he explained, making me brusted into clapping.

"Wow, finally, someone had to point it out for you to see that this is a boys magic academy, like, im flattered but i dont know the first thing about using magic and ima female" I explained.

"Oh thats what you meant" He said, making me nod, before he started to walk around, me sliding over to the group of other students, standing in between the boy with the red eyes and a tall guy with lion ears.

"Thats impossible, the system has never had un error once, why is it happening now?" Dire crowley said, walking around a bit more, before i heard a gasp of air from where grim was, and it was grim.

He had gotten loose from his restains, before he bragged in on the convertation.

"Lets me be the new student, she doesnt know how to use magic, and i do, let me in!" Grim explained, making everyone know look at him, i walked over and smacked him on the back of his head.

"Ouch" he said, looking at me with an angry face.

"Just because i cant use magic at the moment, doesnt mean i cant learn how to" i explained, crossing my arms over my chest, turning away from Grim as he huphed a bit.

"But im still the better sorcere, Let ME have the students seat" He said, before Dire Crowley spoke up, "Not so fast, you hyperactive weasle" He said, stepping forward, before Grim piped up again.

"Everyone In This Room, Watch, As I, The Magnificent Grim, Use My Magic To Show You All That Im The Better Student" Grim explained, starting to cast his spell.

"Everyone, Get Down!" yelled the boy with red hair, as we all got down, "AHHH! HELP! My Butt Is On Fire!" yelled the boy with red eyes, i turned to him with a un-impressed face.

"Stop drop and roll, you moron" I said, but he didnt hear me, making me sigh in defeat, walking over to him, pushing him down to the ground before rolling him around, putting the fire out.

"Someone Catch that Weasle Before He Sets The Whole School A Blaze!" Yelled Dire Crowley, making the boy with glasses step up.

"Allow me to handle this, Headmage Crowley, If no one elese is going to step up to take this task in catching the weasle, i will accept" He said, a cocky smile on his face.

"WTG Azul, Rackin' up those participation credits" Said the floating tablet.

"Just Catch The Weasle Already!" said Dire Crowley, paniced as grim lit more things on fire.

"For the Last Time, I AM GRIM, Spellcaster Extraodinaire, And Im Not A WEASLE" He said, lighting more things on fire.

"Your a spunky fellow, Riddle, would you be so kind...?" 'Azul' explained, turning to the boy with the red hair.

"Of course, i dont stand by and let people break the rules!" 'Riddle' explained, making me speak up.

"No, let me handle this, im the one that is 'responsible' for bringing this guy in, so ill take care of him" and with that, i turned and walked away, stepping to Grim, before being stoped by Azul.

"and how do you think your going to do that, you have no magic and he is still shooting those fire balls?" asked Azul, amking me smile.

"Aw, thats sweet to be worried about me, but i have my own magic" I said turning away to walk to Grim before finishing my sentence.

"Emotionally scaring everyone" i explained, stepping up to where Grim was, making him stop and look at me with a large grin.

"Have you come to apologize for mis-treating the great grim, Spellcaster Extraodinaire and-" Before he could finish the last part of his 'speech', i smacked him across the face, leaving the room very silent, before I spoke up.

"Now listen here, You are a weasle, and do you know why, cause 'Spellcaster Extraodinaires' dont light fires all willy-nilly, they dont commit arson, and they most certenly dont try and prove that they are better then everyone, cause they already know their we-" and before i could finish what i was saying, i got a fire ball...

Right to the Face

Thank you for Reading chapter 1 of 'Why am i here?', I hope you enjoyed reading it just as much as i enjoyed writing it.

If you want more, go check out my master list for this series, which you can find in my pinned post, where you can find all chapters of this series, and read headcanons and incorrect quotes, which are requestable.

Have a wonderful day/night, Bye!

#Twisted wonderland x reader #Twisted wonderland x persona #Twisted wonderland x oc

[an-emovision]

hi there! im hoping you watched aot and if you did could you do platonic league of villains with a reader who's personality is like hange and armin?(she is more of an extrovert,talkative,very smart,can be manipulative,caring and strong) good day/night!

A/N: Hi hello! thanks for the request! yes i have seen aot, i cant wait for the second half of the 4th season honestly. I did shigaraki, toga, and dabi since those three are most popular haha, Hope you like it! Warning(s): Mentions of blood bc of Toga, cursing ——————•°•✿•°•——————••——————•°•✿•°•—————— 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾... 𝓣𝓸𝓰𝓪 𝓗𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓴𝓸: ❀-Oh my god... ❀-You're adorable ❀- As soon as you walked into the bar Toga knew she had to be friends with you, and as soon as you said you wanted to be a member? she almost lost it ❀-Hopping out of her seat she ran over to you and took your hands in hers, shaking them violently ❀-"Hi! im Toga! whats your name? oooo whats your quirk???" she never broke eye contact with you as she spoke. ❀-After answering her questions as fast as you could she some how managed to convince Shigaraki -the man who you assumed was in charge- to let her show you around ❀-He huffed seemingly giving her the okay because before you could prosses what was happening she was dragging you off to show you the ropes. 𝓓𝓪𝓫𝓲: ❀-Honest to god couldnt've cared less ❀-He didn't even spare you a glance until Shigaraki told you you could join. ❀- "Dabi, show them around" ❀- "The fuck? why me?" ❀- It was then that he looked up from his drink to see what he was working with. You looked...average. Nothing outwardly special about you. ❀-He stood from his seat and headed for the door at the far side of the room, you assumed it lead to the back. ❀-"well? are you coming or not?" ❀- You let out a small 'oh' and made your way towards him. 𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓴𝓲: ❀- "Whats your quirk?" Was the first thing out of his mouth as soon as you stated you wanted to join the league ❀-You explained your quirk to him with a polite smile, his head was turned towards you as he was seated at the bar. ❀-You couldnt read his facial expressions with the severed hand covering them but by the end of your explanation he seemed some what satisfied. ❀-"Any special talents?" He asked, an odd question perhaps but you answered any way. ❀- You were good at strategizing and had an impressive amount of scientific knowledge for some one who looks like an average college student. ❀-he simply nodded as he got out of his seat and stuffed his hands into his pants pockets ❀-"Alright, follow me ill show you around" 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻... 𝓣𝓸𝓰𝓪 𝓗𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓴𝓸: ❀- you often find yourself either shopping with her or letting her play with your hair at home, there's no real in between. ❀- When you do go shopping of course you have to hide your faces a little but shes still determined to make the most of it. ❀-You'll go to various clothing shops with her. ❀-"Look at this coat! isnt it cute?! it'd go great with this skirt dont you think?" ❀-You're not really one for fashion so you mostly let her pick out your outfits and absolutely loves the fact that you let her ❀-"Wait! look at these pants! try these on!" ❀-When you do stay home you'll probably be watching some shitty reality show as the two of you gossip about boys. By this i mean you listening to Toga talk about some kid named Izuku Midoriya, of course you made comments ❀-She showed you a picture "Why does he look like that?" ❀- "What do you mean?! hes adorable!" ❀- "He looks like he's never brushed his hair before bestie..." 𝓓𝓪𝓫𝓲: ❀-Watching movies on the couch probably ❀-watching really bad si-fi movies with really shitty cgi ❀- "Haha that alien kinda looks like you" ❀- "HUH?? fuck off Dabi" ❀-throw something at him please ❀- he can and will make your mom jokes but dont make any back, not unless you want him to ignore you for reminding him of his trauma. ❀- Dont fall asleep while watching your movies, not unless he falls asleep first. he will draw dicks on your forehead. 𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓴𝓲: ❀-Playing video games for sure ❀-You're like really good at them and super smart but like let him win every once in a while ❀- you cant be rocking his shit all the time. ❀-strategizing how to

destroy the heroes while beating each other up in a game ❀- "And how do you propose we get rid of all might?" ❀- "Easy, snipe him when he's not looking" ❀-"Right like that would work" ❀- "You asked me a question and i answered okay?" ❀- if you do let him win expect him to call you trash ❀-Please throw something at him and whoop his ass for the next three rounds thanks. ——————•°•✿•°•——————••——————•°•✿•°•—————— 𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽!

#my hero academia #x reader #sfw #ff #mha #fluff #wholesome #todoroki touya #touya todoroki #shigaraki tomura #toga himiko #league of villains #headcanon #red heads #shigaraki bnha #shigaraki imagine #tomura shigaraki #shiggy #shigaraki x reader #toga x reader

[h2bakugou]

Hey! i just wanted to say that i love your writing. So this may be a little complicated if thats okay but i had cancer when i was younger and i would like to see if you could write about kirishima and bakugo (separately) crush being hit by a quirk that makes them younger again or something like that and them seeing their crush in a horrible state like they cant walk anymore . IM SORRY if this is complicated you dont have to do bakugo if its too much.

a/n: hi! tysm <3!! of course, i hope you're doing well hun !! if there's anything you need me to change/edit within this please let me know!!

headcanon: them reacting to their s/o being hit by a quirk that makes them the age when they were sick

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: fluff, swearing, angst

;cut for length;

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katsuki bakugou

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It’s been a tough day on the field, especially with a villain attack appearing from seemingly nowhere. It’s caused a mess, and everyone’s on edge.

Most noticeable though is Bakugou. You’re fighting one on one with this villain and he doesn’t doubt your abilities by any means, but you’re worn down and tired, your movements are slower, you’re starting to reach your limit.

And all it takes is one hit from this nameless villain’s quirk and you’re down for the count.

Bakugou’s tired of fending off goons and dashes over to you, taking down the villain to the best of his ability.

But what he doesn’t expect is when he turns back to you, instead of seeing you, he sees the pile of your clothes covering a much smaller version of you.

You’ve shrunk?

No, you’ve gotten younger. 

Just barely lifting your head, you start to cough. 

“Shit, hey get someone over here!” Bakugou shouts to one of the other students, hoping an adult could rush over and try and help-not that he needed it, but he was worried.

It wasn’t long before another pro hero was wrapping your younger self up in your clothes.

If Bakugou had to guess, he’d say you were around five to eight years old.

You sat in a hospital bed for a few hours before Aizawa finally arrived, noticeably worried about the state you were in. You didn’t even remember the people standing around you.

“They’re in critical condition. If this age regression quirk has sent their body back in time, we’re going to be in a bit of hurry to get them back to their normal state. They’ve had a history of medical concerns.”

Bakugou has to step out of the room, supported by Kirishima and Kaminari as he tries not to seem like he’s heavily affected by the state your in.

“They’re going to be fine, if it’s just some sort of temporary affect, they’ll be back to their healthy old self soon!” Kaminari tries to lighten the mood, but it doesn’t seem to help.

When you’re released from the hospital to return back to campus, you’re placed under surveillance.

You’re much younger now, and you can barely walk, it’s tearing everyone apart. All of your friends stop by whenever they can, trying to see if you remember them which usually never works.

Bakugou stops by often as well, normally at night when no one else comes around.

He talks about little things like All Might and always brings in his little toy figurines that he’d swore he’d never show anyone.

You laugh and smile, waving them around making all sorts of noises all while ignoring the fact that Bakugou is nearly in tears at the sight of you.

The effects last two weeks. It’s the longest two weeks of everyone’s lives, most importantly Bakugou’s.

When you wake up and see Bakugou sound asleep beside you, his head laying on the medical bed you’d been sleeping in for the past two weeks, you’re confused.

“Hey, Katsu’?” You ruffle his blonde hair and he’s up instantly.

He’s embracing you in the tightest hug known to man, surely putting All Might’s to shame.

Kissing you too, he can’t stop himself from holding you and mumbling about how worried he was about and how he’ll never let something like that happen to you again.

“I never dabbled in my past much, but I’m doing much better now, I’m sorry I gave you a scare.” You rub his cheek, wiping away a few rare tears that fall from his crimson eyes.

“I love you so fuckin’ much.” He utters, his lips pointing upward in a smile.

“I love you too.”

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eijiro kirishima

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The fight is surely rigged. There’s no way you’re going to win, not alone anyway. 

Kirishima is making his way to you as fast as he can, but when he gets to you it’s far too late.

You’re cowering before him, your costume baggy on your visibly smaller and weaker frame, tears pouring from your eyes as your body strains to stand upright.

The villain is gone, but not too far gone that they don’t get captured by patrolling pros on the scene.

Rushing you to the nearest hospital to undergo some sort of evaluation, all Kirishima can do in the meantime is wait alongside Kaminari, Mina, Sero, and even a slightly less angry Bakugou.

When the nurse returns to explain your situation, Kirishima is mortified.

Refusing to leave your side until he’s forced to by Mina to take care of himself because it’s what you’d tell him to do, all he can do is wait and hope that you’ll get better.

You can’t walk without having someone help you, and the worst part is, you don’t even recognize him.

Kaminari takes the role of making you smile and laugh while Kirishima adds throws in random memories turned into stories hoping it’ll jog some part of your memory connected to how old you actually are.

But nothing seems to work and all you can do is sit in wonder as he tells you about how present-pre age regression quirk you is really super awesome.

After being scolded by Mina on day one, Kirishima manages to take care of himself, but he spends most if not all of his free time with you. 

In a way it’s domestic, imagining the possible inevitability of raising a family with you, you’d always jokingly said he was great with kids.

Taking care of you is nice, he enjoys doing it now, buying you little gifts, helping you get something off a high shelf or just being a gentleman for you.

Holding the door for you, carrying your bags even when you yell at him not to and he swears a part of you has been inspired by Bakugou.

After the first week, he begins to get settled in, thinking if this is going to last a while, he wants to help however he can.

Aizawa ushers him to pay attention to studies and that you’re strong enough to power through this, and he understands, he believes wholeheartedly you are.

But part of him is sort of upset. He’d never known that you used to be like this. He hoped when it was all over you could explain.

And sure enough, after two weeks, you wake up, as if those two weeks had never happened.

You don’t seem to have much recollection of the two weeks, only a few hours on the last day seem to make it through to you.

Kirishima greets you with a hug and thousands of kisses.

He doesn’t let you go for hours, weeping into your embrace as he begs you to never scare him like that again.

You console him all while telling him about your past and the history of your medical condition and he understands. He’s thankful you’re where you are now, and he’s so happy to see back to your normal self again after those two weeks.

“I stayed with you as much as you could.” Kirishima whispers, kissing your cheek. Kaminari lifts his head up and starts laughing.

“Yeah, he was so worried about you. You’ve got yourself a keeper.” He jokes, making Kirishima’s cheeks match shades with his hair.

“I love you.” You mumble against his skin, hugging him tightly.

“I love you too.”

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masterlist

#bakugou #bakugo #kirishima #eijiro #eijiro kirishima #katsuki #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #kirishima x reader #eijiro x reader #eijiro kirishim x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader

[ohheyitsokay]

I don’t have a specific something to think about but just like

✨ Paz ✨

That’s it. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk 😌

Also I hope you’re having a good week with your relatives. And if it isn’t, then at least that it’ll be over quickly 🥺

Hellooo May! obviously I've been thinking about Paz because... you're right, ✨ Paz ✨

so first I got hit full in the heart with a fic about teaching post mando-displacement how to live in the galaxy as more than a Mandalorian, and showing him how to navigate... things, but

that sparked a whole other string of thoughts, of the reader living in the covert so those are under the cut :)

also thank you! honestly, me too. I hope you're doing well!

warnings: sexual content, afab reader

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I cant get over the idea that there are Mandalorian customs and traditions and superstitions and lore that are completely unwritten. Not 'the Way', but engrained little things that every culture develops.

Little Paz, child-sized helmet still gleaming, his eyes just as bright beneath it. Tugging on the beskar and gloves of the elders, respectful but curious. Watching over the shoulders of the craftsman and caretakers, absorbing all of it with awe, taking it greedily, adorably, making it his own. Asking questions like it's his job, learning the tribe, the mannerisms and history, soaking it all in like a sponge.

Taking Din, quiet and nervous, under his wing, pretending he knows it all. A student, and then teacher, a big brother, a budding Mandalorian.

And Paz, your giant, sweet, well-meaning love, teaching you as best as he can.

Tugging you close by the fire, face of his helmet mashing your ear as he eagerly whispers context to the stories, almost wiggling with that same child-like excitement.

Have you heard this story? Did you know?

Staying up late, wishing this covert location could see the stars so he could share their legends while pointing to their equivalent heavenly bodies. Holding your hand, aching in his chest because his two favorite things in the world - you and his people, are colliding. It makes him feel full of warmth and strength and raw energy like he could protect those two things against a galaxy of armies.

He whispers that he loves you in Mandalorian into the darkness.

Paz, sharing the little traditional things, embossing them onto your heart, making you bit by bit more a part of his home, part of his people.

"Cyar'ika, you have to use this seasoning for dinner," He seems nervous that you havent, already, a little annoyed that he forgot to tell you.

"Okay, but... why?"

"It - well, Leanna, the woman I told you about, she," he's not actually sure, but he saw it, remembered it on this dish, every single time.

You smile, and he presses his chest to your back, reaching around and taking a pinch in his big fingers.

"See? Like this," he rumbles proudly in your ear.

And you do.

Paz, sometimes forgetting you're not one of them, expecting you to know something, or thinking something is normal, and his earnest, confused shuffling as he realizes.

You kiss at his chest, his neck, telling him silently but loudly that you need him. Your love, tilting his head, desperately pushing you away, hurt that you would try to seduce him at a time like this.

"Love, why are you being cruel?" His tone is gentle, but genuinely a touch upset. "Must you tempt me during the Clean day?"

"What?" You're dumbfounded, arousal forgotten as you stare at him. There's something in his words the way he says it, something in the stiffness in his shoulders and the way he glances ove this shoulder like someone is watching.

And he sees the confusion on your face, and realizes you dont know. How could you?

Scolding himself, he tells you on wash days before they go on a big mission, he's supposed to fast, to hold himself above distractions, clothes cleaning and mind clear so he can be prepared. And old ritual, used for warriors to be intentional about their last few days, and make boundaries if they were were in grey situations. Not particularly necessary, but... he likes to do things right.

He holds you close, promises when the sun sets you can have him all to yourself. He'll make it up to you, of course he will.

Paz, falling more in love with you every moment that he sees you remember, trying to learn, because you know how important it is too him.

He came home later than he meant, but earlier than he told you. Poor execution for a surprize, but he can hardly wait to see you, knows you wont mind waking up for a few hours if it means having him in your bed again. But when he walks in he sees a candle lit, blue, he notices, a letter half burned with words for his safety. He didnt teach you that one, a sharp ache in his heart realizing you mustve asked someone else.

You wished for his safety, did all the little things the other partners promised would help. You cared about him, enough to learn, and enough to do it. He knew you loved him, heard you say it, saw it even but... this was for when he wasnt hear. This was a private love, something you didnt know if he would ever see.

He wondered, as he woke you with wanton kisses and hands taking every inch of your body for his own, if it was too soon to ask you to marry him.

Paz, creating traditions for just the two of you.

"Did you know that you always bring me gifts in threes?"

Your Mandalorian hummed, pausing his mouth against your core, two fingers buried inside of you. Propping yourself into your elbows, you enjoyed the pause, the sharpness of overstimulation smoothing over.

"Everything in threes. Flowers, kisses, ration packs," you explained, and he chuckled, removing his hands and sliding them up your body, moving his mouth against yours.

He had never thought about it but it felt.. right somehow, like an unintentional cornerstone to your relationship.

"I guess we need another round, then," he said, eyes glinting.

As you moan in disbelieving affirmation, he tucks the knowledge away. A new custom, for him and you.

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